#yunhwa x reader

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compromise | j. yh & p. sh

♡ pairing: seonghwa x f!reader x yunho features yunho x seonghwa and minor yungi x reader ♡ chapters: 1 out of 1 ♡ word count: 11k ♡ rating: mature/18+ (minors dni) ♡ genre: university au, soccer!ateez, smut, established relationship, minor angst, polyamory ♡ warnings/tags: infidelity/cheating, mentions of alcohol and marijuana use, yunho has a big dick, switch!seonghwa, dirty talk, size kink if u squint, pet names (babe, baby, princess), degradation (use of nasty, whore, disgusting), oral (female giving), oral (male giving), choking, crying, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, all the usual goodies

♡ synopsis: your relationship with seonghwa is crumbling before your very eyes. in a moment of weakness, yunho has you succumbing to your desires but you end up getting more than you bargained for.

♡ author’s note:  howdy everyone !! i present to u ... compromise... >:3 likes, comments or reblogs are all greatly appreciated! if u enjoyed this lil tidbit, then dont be shy and drop a request!! or just giv me some good ole luv in the ask box... ♡

Winter has been cold; the winds unrelenting, the showers heavy, but most notably it was the loneliest of seasons. Months filled with ghostly kisses and slivers of physical intimacy that you could only reminisce of for so long. 

Following the arrival of the lively blooms, you prayed for more opportunity as your newfound faith rose with the sun. Spring marks new beginnings — or so they say.  The warm radiance of clear skies and gentle rains grace your heavy heart with hope. Things will be different this time around. Surely. 

You long for Seonghwa's company, but you could never get more than a moment alone with the man. Maybe it was your fault for dating such a busy body, but you don't think so. The first year was filled with lovely memories and unforgettable dates, yet all too fast everything slipped away before you had any control over it. 

Seonghwa is popular, smart, diligent, and responsible. With his final year at university nearing an end, his days were constantly in motion. Juggling a near perfect GPA whilst doing extracurriculars meant he had little to no time for leisurely activities. Leisurely activities included you, his girlfriend. 

As of last semester Seonghwa's schedule went accordingly: Mondays are spent volunteering at the local nursing home. Tuesday through Thursday he works at the dainty little flower shop by the library and Sundays are reserved for homework and studying. On top of it all, there was mandatory soccer practice every weekday evening. 

One would think that left him the weekend to spend with his lonesome lover, but unfortunately, that wasn't the case. That's what you wish to believe, but you know better at this point.

"I'm sorry, babe. Mr. Sung had an emergency at the retirement home, I don't think I can make it tonight." 

"Shit! I have a test on Monday, I have to study... I'm so sorry, love. I'll make it up to you!"

"An important client needs me to stay and arrange twenty bouquets for her. I'm really sorry, baby..." 

His apologies came far too frequent, and you had grown tired of his antics. You understand his priorities, but it was clear you were not at the top of the list. You're not sure if you were even on the list at all. 

Despite his negligence, you still continue to try your best for him in the belief he'll slowly begin to reciprocate attention to you as he used to. No matter how demoralized, you still wished to maintain an image as his perfect girlfriend. Routinely you bring him coffee every morning, pack his lunch, attend his practices and games, yadda yadda… All the good stuff.

All of this is done with uncertain optimism though your insecurities are heavily laced in between each action. All you could really do is stay hopeful at this point. 

Come the first home soccer game of Spring, your ass is presently glued to the metal bleachers as you're seated before the field. The players are hustling along the range, gunning for dominance over the ball. Your best friend Mingi sits beside you, the two of you sharing a large throw that's spread across from shoulder to shoulder. 

Even with the rays of sunlight flickering between wisps of sullen clouds, the air still brings a chill with it. Blankets were a necessity at games like these. Huddling with the larger male proves to bring much needed warmth as you're cozying up to each other between idle chatter. 

Mingi is a defender for KQ University's soccer team, but due to an unforeseen injury he has been forced to the bench until further notice. Thankfully, you have each other for company during his recovery. 

Focusing between your small talk and watching your boyfriend, you're caught off guard by your companion's next words and nearly double take at him. 

"You and Hwa still having troubles?" 

You let out a quiet murmur, akin to denial and watch as the ball is passed to Seonghwa. 

"Uh..." 

The blonde maneuvers skillfully along the field before rounding his leg back and swinging precisely, shooting straight into the opposing team's goal. 

Immediately everyone erupts into cheers and you can't help but to join them, not willing yourself to verbalize your answer at the other man's question. A small smile tugs the corners of your mouth. That's your Seonghwa: striker extraordinaire! Boyfriend? Not as extraordinary. 

"You don't have to beat around the bush. I can see it all over your face. You're like an open book," Mingi points out bluntly as he speaks over the roaring crowd.

If you were such an open book then why couldn't Seonghwa pick up on how distressed you were? 

"Just admit it, you guys haven't been on a date in weeks and god knows how long it’s been since you’ve been laid." Although his words sting, you know what he says is true. You visibly wince and give a sharp nudge to his ribs, earning a pained whine from his end. 

"Shut up, man! There's only so much I can do with a guy that busy." 

Folding your arms over your chest, a frustrated sigh comes from you. Mingi has since begun to belt out suggestions, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze as he does so.

"Just break up?" 

As if it were that easy.

"I don't know about that one..." 

You're only half listening at this point, your eyes scanning the expanse of the field until they fall upon another player who is currently running up to Seonghwa and high-fiving him. 

The man in question is tall, even taller than the giant beside you. He’s also incredibly handsome. He didn't fit the status of conventionally attractive, yet his presence isn’t one you can dismiss easily. With a towering frame and broad shoulders, it’s hard for you not to notice.

And his uniform? God. His sweat laden jersey sticks to the outline of his chiseled chest, fabric clinging and accentuating his lean form. Even worse, the shorts he wore did nothing to hide his set of long, muscular legs. You can feel yourself warming up considerably as you ogle him shamelessly from head to toe.

After their high-five he’s bouncing along the grass with a newfound spurt of energy and returning to his spot by the goal. When the ball is back in play, he takes on a defensive position, knees bent forward as his gloved hands are held out before him. Can't forget the big hands and nice ass too. 

Your eyes flicker to his backside. Unable to help yourself, your stare is glued to him as you swallow thickly once he bends over, trying to ignore the full display of his butt before you. God, what were you doing? 

"Ok, I know you're lonely and desperate but Yunho is not someone you should be thirsting over." Mingi's deep rumble of warning breaks you from your stupor. You tear your eyes from the goalie and meet your friend's knowing expression, cheeks aflame in embarrassment from having been caught. 

"It doesn't hurt to look..." A guilty whisper comes from you as you return your focus to the goalkeeper, only to have your eyes widening in surprise when you're met by his own heated gaze. 

Despite the distance from the stands, you can see a wicked and knowing smirk forming on his lips. As if he can read your thoughts, he readies himself in position once more but not before shooting a sultry look in your direction. Oh. 

"That's more than just looking, babe. As his best friend and your best friend, trust me when I tell you it's not a good idea to get involved." Your companion can't help but to chastise you, shaking his head. Mingi is probably right though. He usually is.

Jeong Yunho is not someone you should be concerned with, yet there is an allusive and alluring pull to him. Everyone on the team is popular in their own right, but Yunho often has people flocking to him left and right. Amongst the boys, he and Seonghwa were probably the two most sought after men on campus. 

The goalie was known for his exuberance and friendliness, attracting attention from all types of people. In truth, it was hard for many to resist his charms. Not you though. You’d like to think you have a decent reign on your self control especially considering the fact you're not single. 

Even if that wasn’t the truth, the issue with Yunho is that he's a known heartbreaker. It was apparent that he didn't date or hook up often, despite his popularity. Even so, that only seemed to heighten his desirability. And regardless of that fact, word around campus was that he was infamous for having a huge dick.

The rumors stemmed from someone who was supposedly lucky enough to sleep with him, though nobody can confirm or deny. Whether true or false, many still try to gun for his attention in hopes of finding out.

Honestly, you shouldn’t even be interested in entertaining the idea. You barely even know the guy, only having chatted with him during practices and at the occasional party here and there. Not to mention you have your lovely, smart, gorgeous, busy… busy… boyfriend. Damn it, you're a horrible person. 

“Fuck!” With both hands slapping your cheeks, you groan out in frustration while sinking into your palms. 

Mingi raises his eyebrows and peers at you with a questioning look. 

“What?” 

“Dude, why am I thinking about Jeong Yunho's supposedly big dick?!” It's his turn to groan while he's rolling his eyes. 

As if things couldn't get any worse, you suddenly feel a pair of eyes on you again. The heavy stare that bores into you is enough of a tell that you don't dare to look forward, the goalie's shit eating grin taunting you from your peripherals. 

"Seriously? Could you have said that any louder? He's literally staring at you!" 

"Shut up, shut up! I know, dude!" 

"Please just... I don't know. Please, don't." 

After that you both sit in silence for the remainder of the game, left to linger amongst your own regretful thoughts. 

It's not long before the bleachers begin to shake as the crowd excitedly stomps and hollers. A roar of cheering erupts from the stands once the final score reflects 4-1, the timer paused on zero. 

In the rush of commotion you and Mingi forget the previous tension and untangle from the blanket, both of you stumbling slightly down the steps. You're quick to steal the throw, pulling it around yourself as you leave your seats, joining the team on the field. 

"Hey! Get back here!" 

Mingi shouts in complaint but trails after you nonetheless, catching up to you slowly as he rubs his arms and shivers.

You're both merging in the group of people crowding the team as everyone lets out celebratory cheers, animatedly chatting amongst each other. Mingi kisses your cheek and dips from you to join his fellow players. 

You're left to battle the masses, squeezing and weaving between bodies as you try to make your way to Seonghwa quickly. When you reach him, he's surrounded by some of his peers, all of them laughing while exchanging hugs and pats on the back. 

When he finally turns and sees you, his eyes light up. He's quick to wiggle away from everyone and he's pulling you into a bone crushing hug, lifting you off the ground and spinning you. 

The action surprises you but it's not unwelcome as you laugh and clutch onto him tightly, a squeal coming from you.

"Hwa!"

"Did you see me, baby? I can't believe we won!" You smile endearingly, though you can't help but chuckle at his comment. Of course they won. After all, they were one of the top soccer teams in the province.

He plants a single big wet kiss on your lips before he's setting you down, arms still wrapped around you. An adoring look crosses your face as he beams proudly. The familiarity of his hug was something you missed dearly, and you don’t even mind that he’s covered in dirt and grass stains. 

Perhaps corny on your end, but you didn’t want your hug with him to end. You don't remember the last time he held you so joyfully. You knew it was probably from the high of winning the game, but you can pretend just for a little while longer that it was because he missed you. 

"You did amazing, Hwa!" The stars in his eyes expand, twinkling with pride as you compliment him, his smile stretching impossible wide. Your heart stutters at the sight, making you want to melt entirely within his arms. 

You want to shower him with more praise but all too suddenly, he's being pulled away from you. You recognize his reluctance as he apologetically tips his head and mouths 'sorry' when the crowd pulls him away, tossing him up in their arms as they're chanting his name. 

"Party at Wooyoung's!"

"Drinks on Seonghwa!" 

They march further and further away from you, filing into the locker rooms as you watch from afar, standing pathetically by yourself on the field. The crowd has since dissipated and you're all too aware that you're alone now. 

The forgotten blanket is still draped around you, and you clutch it tighter around your frame as the breeze sends a shiver down your spine. 

"You should dump him, you know." 

You jump in shock and spin on your heel, head whipping in the direction of the new voice. You're met with the very same goalie you had been checking out earlier, a sense of guilt creeping over your back. How long was he standing behind you? 

"What?" You manage to say back to him, unsure of how to approach his suggestion. 

"I said you should dump him." 

Yunho stands tall and defiantly before you, arms folded over his chest as he cocks an eyebrow in amusement. You give him a once over before you frown, trying to look anywhere but at him. 

"You don't know anything." 

He doesn't miss your lingering look and the corner of his lips quirk up knowingly as he steps toward you. 

You stumble back, heart catching in your throat when you look up to meet his stare, his eyes swimming dangerously with an unknown emotion.

"I know enough, princess. A good girl like yourself wouldn't be eye fucking me if your boyfriend was taking care of you well enough," he pauses and leans past you, whispering hotly against the shell of your ear, " — or if he was fucking you properly." 

A tremble of desire ripples down your spine but you move back, flabbergasted by his statement. You're no sooner tripping over your own feet and you topple backwards, landing on your ass.

Yunho barks out in laughter, not bothering to offer you any help. The man is hunched over now, chuckling loudly as he stares at your frustrated form below him. He clutches his stomach and figuratively wipes his eye as if he'd just witnessed the funniest thing of his life.

"Fuck you," you spit back to him. 

“Just say when and I’m all yours.” 

You’re shocked by his admission, not daring to meet his eyes as your hand begins swiping the blades of grass under you. Though you're annoyed, you can't ignore the bubble of arousal that has spread through your belly. Yunho wants to fuck you. You rewind his words over and over again in your head, only snapping into focus when you hear Seonghwa’s voice calling out to you from a distance.

"Babe?" From several meters away, you see your boyfriend approaching closer in a light jog. He has since changed out of his uniform, and is now sporting a long sleeve with some form fitting jeans. 

"Are you ok? I didn't know you were friends with Yunho!" Seonghwa reaches you both shortly, oblivious to the situation before him, smiling from ear to ear as he begins to help you up. 

"I’m ok. I just tripped, that's all..." You offer an uncertain smile, standing up and wiping the debris from your pants. 

"Hey, man! I was just asking her if she's coming to the party." Yunho throws his arm over Seonghwa, giving him a side hug before he's veering off toward the locker rooms.

"Gonna go shower. See ya both there!"

You're left with Seonghwa as the goalie's form disappears into the building. You shouldn't be upset now that you have some alone time with your boyfriend, but the encounter leaves you unsettled and questioning yourself. 

You swallow nervously and lace your fingers with the man before you, gently tugging him along toward the parking lot.

"Let's go get ready, yeah?" He nods his head and lets you lead the way, happily swinging your hands.

"I missed you, babe. I can't wait for the party." 

The guilt continues to fester at the back of your mind but you force it away, mustering up a half hearted smile. 

"I missed you too."

The Jung family was known for being wealthy, so securing their beloved son a lavish 3 story building within your college town was no hard feat. Given Wooyoung's spacious living situation he also housed some of his fellow players. One being his closest buddy, Choi San, two being your best friend, Song Mingi and the third roomie was none other than the infamous goalie himself. 

To say you're familiar with the house is an understatement, having stayed over on many occasions whether it be for a soccer function, party or to hang out with Mingi. The building itself is huge, reminiscent of someone's dream home but it was a little closer to a frat house than anything given the current occupants. 

By the time you reach Wooyoung's, the sun is already setting beneath the skyline. In typical party fashion, there are people pouring in and out of the door and you see a few stragglers who are already wasted, strewn about the front yard. 

The music is at full blast, some unfamiliar hip hop beats pumping from the speakers. The noise grows louder as you both near the entrance, the volume of chatter mixing in with the tempo of the current song. 

When you and Seonghwa step through the bustling entryway of the Jung manor, a chorus of drunken cheers are heard amidst the packs of various friend groups. 

"Yo! There's the man of the hour!" Wooyoung is ever the host as he’s quick to greet you two, shoving a can of beer into Seonghwa's hand while he slings an arm around his shoulder.

"M'lady," he playfully curtsies to you, despite the awkward entanglement of he and Seonghwa's limbs, "help yourself to some drinks. The boys want to take some celebratory shots to get things rolling!"

"Thanks, Woo!" You grin back at him and follow along as you're led toward the kitchen. Bottles of hard liquor amass the counter along with littered and forgotten red solo cups, some full and others empty.

The crowd is more dense in this room, all the soccer players packed around the island as they're downing shot after shot. Seonghwa is quick to join them, abandoning your company when he’s encouraged by their enthusiastic hooting. 

The sight brings a smile to your face but your expression morphs into something unpleasant when he hooks his elbow with Yunho, both of them throwing down their beverages in unison. 

You don't miss how Yunho's adam's apple bobs as he tips his glass back or how a dribble of tequila trails down his chin from his lips. When his eyes meet yours, they're narrowed playfully. There's a knowing glint behind his gaze that has you promptly turning on your heel. 

With your back to the crowd, you're squeezing past the lot as you direct yourself elsewhere. You spare Mingi a pat in passing and maneuver toward the opposite side of the kitchen where you reach for a solo cup, opting to fill it from the massive dispenser of jungle juice in the corner. You make a mental note to come back for shots later once it's less crowded.

As you're filling your drink a hand lands on your shoulder, giving you a soft squeeze that makes you jolt in surprise. The liquid sloshes in your cup, narrowly missing your clothes. You turn to the perpetrator and immediately breathe a sigh of relief when you recognize the voice.

"Careful with that. It'll fuck you up good." 

"Hongjoong! You scared the hell out of me!" 

The man in question laughs and bumps his shoulder to yours. He's nursing his own drink which he holds up to you, nodding his head. Hongjoong and you go way back, both having an unspoken mutual respect for each other.

You've known him as long as you've known Seonghwa, but the both of them have been friends for many years prior so you have nothing on that. Even though he's not a part of the main roster, Hongjoong is the manager for the team, which makes him just as important. 

The two of you met through Mingi and you both bonded instantly, enjoying each other's presence. You aren't necessarily close, but you're far from anything unfriendly. You’re also dating his best bud, so it was hard to avoid him if things were any different. 

"Cheers!" 

"Bottoms up, Joong." 

You clink your plastic cup to his and you're both gulping down the booze in one go, a grimace overtaking your features as the concoction of alcohol and juice washes over you. Whatever that was, it was nasty. 

“Dude, who made this? Isn’t jungle juice supposed to NOT taste like alcohol?”

“Probably some dumb ass.”

And that's how the rest of the night proceeds. In between failing to get Seonghwa's attention and socializing with various people (mostly Hongjoong), you're left to your own vices for nearly an hour. Like the others though, Hongjoong soon finds better company amongst his peers. 

It hasn’t been long since your arrival yet you're feeling the effects of the alcohol already. Seonghwa has since been whisked away by his other friends, easily forgetting you in the midst of celebrations. It's nothing new, but the substance does help dull the pain. 

To say you’re upset is an understatement. Does Seonghwa just not care? You even did up your makeup a little cuter today. Forgoing your usual attire, you wear a black strappy and skimpy little number tonight. You weren't one to usually show off your assets but it didn't matter since your efforts went unnoticed, leaving you high and dry. 

Submitting defeat, you make up your mind and decide you would have fun regardless of your relationship. Fuck Seonghwa. You’re at a party, so you might as follow its intended purpose. 

You've already made your rounds within the house several times, chatting amongst your friends only briefly before you wind back up in the kitchen. Although you're not quite drunk yet, you're definitely getting there as you begin to wobble over to the counter of spirits.

You're finishing your second helping of jungle juice once you've arrived at the island. A random liquor bottle is plucked from the selection and with the emptied solo cup in hand, you're quick to pour some expensive looking vodka, filling it halfway before you knock it back hastily. No chaser necessary. The sting is immediate, burning down your throat as you try not to gag down the rest.

Drinking the substance was akin to what you imagine rubbing alcohol tastes like. Disgusting, but it does the job. The cup is tossed aside and you wipe your mouth with your hand before you trudge toward the open doors of the backyard, the last area you've yet to explore for the night. 

The moon now rises within the darkened skies, illuminating the expanse of the yard. From here, the music is a bit more muted and the chatter is quieter. Centered in the middle of the space was a pool, where some people were lounging about. Not a good spot for a tipsy girl like yourself. 

Further to the side, the pungent smell of marijuana wafts from the corner where a large fire pit roars alive. Some familiar faces surround the area and from afar you can see they’re passing around a joint. You're quick to abandon your post by the doors, stumbling toward the lull of the flames. 

"Miiiingi," you call out as you approach closer, slinging your arms around the said man.

Mingi turns slightly at the mention of his name and catches you just in time as you throw yourself into him, a loopy smile on your lips. 

"Damn… You look,” he whistles lowly, “how many drinks have you had?" 

"How do I look? And like... only a few!" 

You drop your hold from him and step away to do a little drunk twirl, stumbling slightly. He raises his eyebrows in amusement but still claps his hands nonetheless.

"You look good enough to eat, babe. And I hope ‘a few’ doesn’t include the pitcher of that god awful jungle juice. I think Wooyoung threw anything and everything in there." 

"Maaaaybe two of those and a shot!" A shot being that half cup of vodka earlier, which was basically two shots if you think about it. Mingi didn’t need to know that though.

He just shrugs his shoulders and smiles lightly. He wasn't one to stop you if you wanted to let loose. You grin and squeeze his hand once, thankful he wasn’t too concerned over your lack of sobriety. As you’re stepping around him and circling the fire pit, you greet the others surrounding you, not wishing to be rude.

To Mingi's left, your friends Yeosang, San and Jongho are in a deep debate as the lingering smoke from the weed and burning wood mixes within the air. They all wave at you and quickly return to their conversation. You think you hear something along the lines of whether or not mint chocolate chip is the superior ice cream flavor, but you don't really know. 

To the opposite side of Mingi, Yunho nods his head to you as he reclines in a woven lawn chair with his legs spread apart. Even in your current state you don’t miss the way his eyes are greedily raking over your exposed form, taking in every inch of skin you’re showing. His actions have you shifting nervously on the balls of your feet and you don’t know how to approach him. 

Regardless of the fact that you are ready or not, you have to face him now. Against your better judgment, you think you should enjoy his attention while you can and at this point, you were getting too drunk to care.

You aren’t sure if it’s the alcohol in your system or your disarray of emotions, but you can hardly ignore how the denim of his jeans hug his muscular thighs or how his white t-shirt rides up a little when he leans back, showing you just a sliver of his skin.

You’re both readily checking each other out and it makes you feel hot with shame. His eyes are hazy from the effects of the cannabis and he's taking a long drag before holding it up in your direction. 

"Hey, princess. You want a hit?" A billow of smoke rolls over his lips as he speaks, voice low and gravelly from the dryness in his throat. You swear you’ve never seen anything sexier than the sight of him before you. 

"Don't call me that," you murmur as you snatch the joint from his hand and inhale from it, sucking in a bit too sharply. The smoke that fills your lungs all too soon comes out in sputters and it has you coughing out several times. 

The sound of Yunho's hearty and familiar laughter joined with Mingi's fills your ears, making your face burn with embarrassment. If you could dig a hole right now and hide in it, you would. You roll your eyes and pass the end of the blunt to Mingi while trying to recompose yourself. 

"What brings you out here, pretty girl?" Yunho questions you, but you both know why. Mingi knows too, yet he chooses to ignore the unspoken tension between you two as he's too preoccupied finishing off the last of the joint.

"You know, the usual," you slur a bit as you speak, noting how the alcohol seems to pump more heavily through your veins, " — Hwa is too busy to pay attention to me so I may as well get as crossed as I can tonight." 

"I told you that you should just break up with him." Mingi crushes the remainder of the joint under his shoe as he speaks, eyeing you warily. 

"Yeah! You're clearly not having fun worrying about him!" Jongho suddenly butts into the conversation, his statement being followed by several nods and a chorus of verbal agreements from the rest of the boys.

"I wasn't aware that my relationship was everyone and their mother's business." You huff in response.

“Just because Hwa is our friend doesn’t mean we don’t know he’s a shitty boyfriend to you,” Yeosang pitches in. 

“He’s not a bad guy. I just don’t know if he deserves that… And you guys make it sound like dumping him is the easiest thing in the world.” 

You groan loudly at their insistent suggestions. All you've heard tonight is people telling you to break it off with him, but he’s still the man you fell in love with. You wish things weren’t so complicated. 

“Him being a good guy is different from him being a good boyfriend. If you’re not happy, you shouldn’t stay with him,” San adds with a firm nod.

"Well whatever you do, they’re still right,” you're about to complain again but Yunho is quick to grab your hand, “Like Jongho said, you're not having fun, so let's go dance."

He’s standing up abruptly as he tugs on your hand, leading you back inside and toward the lively mass of dancing bodies within the house. The boys cheer in unison and follow suit, filing into the packed living room.

Within the dim space the lights are set down low and in the area where the speakers occupy there’s a set of disco lights atop, flickering from corner to corner, the gradient of multiple hues bobbing every which way.  

Your group is weaving through the crowd of bodies until you’re all within the center of the dancing where you’re being sandwiched between both Mingi and Yunho. The room is unbearably hot, yet you’re too intoxicated to care as you lose yourself to the sultry song that plays through the house. 

In front of you Mingi is clutching onto your shoulders as he easily moves himself to the beat of the music, swaying from side to side. From behind Yunho is holding your waist and you feel him bumping against your backside as he dances. You almost feel overwhelmed between the two men, but your arms loop around Mingi’s torso and you close your eyes, allowing yourself to rock against their bodies. 

The boys brought you inside to have fun and you don’t want to waste the rest of the night worrying about your relationship. You’re between two ridiculously handsome men, so you might as well indulge a little. 

Yunho's breath is hot against your neck as you drop your head back on his shoulder, eyes fluttering open to meet his half lidded stare. Beneath his stare is the look of something unidentifiable again, a dangerous and lustful glint. The movements never stop even as his grip tightens around you, his large hands over your hips. 

"You look so fucking sexy tonight," Yunho's whisper is almost lost to the volume of the music but you hear him clearly as he mutters into your ear. You bite your lip at his compliment and feel your body heating up. 

"Want to rip this tiny dress off your body." He continues his onslaught of suggestive words, not faltering even as you press yourself instinctively to his crotch. 

You're not surprised that he's hard against your ass but you are shocked by the sheer feeling of his size outlined beneath the fabric of his denim. Even with the jeans covering him, you can tell that the rumors are definitely true. 

The thought of his dick alone has something stirring within your loins and you can't help but to grind yourself harder against his growing erection as a whine threatens to bubble up from your throat. 

"You like that, princess?" His hold slides down from your waist and he toys with the hem of your dress, fingers dancing along the material teasingly. 

His blatant flirting has you feeling nervous but you can't deny how turned on you are at the way he touches and gropes at you within the public eye. 

Mingi is either too high to care or completely unaware of the situation as his body bumps against yours. His elbows slack on your shoulders but you can tell he's enjoying himself from the dopey grin he has as he's watching the scene unfold before him. So much for heeding his warning about Yunho. He didn't even seem to care anymore. 

If not for your friend dancing alongside you, the sight of you rubbing yourself against Yunho would definitely look suspicious. At this point, you're not sure if being caught in the act bothers you though. You're much too faded and you're reveling in the feeling of both their hands all over you. Any guilt that still threatens to ruin your night is now easily disregarded.

The actions of your bodies gyrating against each other has made your dress ride up, revealing more of your already exposed thighs. With the way your lacy black underwear is just barely beginning to peek out beneath your skimpy dress, it takes Yunho everything in his willpower not to spread your legs right there and fuck you with his fingers. 

You don't notice your indecency, but Yunho certainly does. Luckily he and Mingi are there to block the view from any prying eyes. He wouldn't want to share such a sinful sight with anyone else anyway. 

"Do you want to take this upstairs?" 

You should say no, but you find yourself nodding instead and allowing him to pull you backwards. 

Mingi doesn’t seem to mind the absence of your body and easily bids you both farewell as he drunkenly looks for a new dance partner once you're both stumbling through the mass of moving bodies. 

With his larger hand clasped over yours, Yunho is leading you through the string of scattered party goers until you're both practically tripping up the stairs. 

You know you should acknowledge the feeling of shame that looms over you, but there's a thrum of excitement filling your senses. The thrill of entertaining such a heinous act drives you further into some sick type of high. 

As you and Yunho are both hurrying to his room, you fail to see your boyfriend hovering close by the bottom of the stairwell. The drink he has is downed in one go before he's crushing the cup in his hand and tossing it over his shoulder. There is a surge of alcohol and rage pumping through his blood as he begins to ascend the steps after you.

When you reach Yunho’s room, he leads you inside and kicks the door shut behind him. Although the room is pitch black it doesn’t stop how he clutches onto your waist and pushes you into the door as he begins to kiss you heavily.

There is no hesitance to claim your lips while his large hands are eager to explore the expanse of your scantily clad body. His touch is everywhere at once and you're breathless as he attacks your lips with fervor, drinking in your kisses whilst groaning breathlessly into your mouth. 

It shouldn't feel so good to have him touching you, but each brush of his fingers feels electrifying on your skin, driving you more mad with each passing second. 

All too soon he's pulling away from your mouth and backing up until you hear the click of him switching on the lamp nearby. A dull light floods the space, the interior of his room filling your vision. You’re momentarily distracted and briefly take a minute to examine the minute details of his living arrangements. 

By the corner rests a black recliner and a shelf lined with family photos and awards from the numerous sports he’s played. Miscellaneous equipment and video games are scattered about the room amongst his various clothes. Everything looked pretty standard for a college guy like himself.

When he sees you're preoccupied taking in the sight of your surroundings, he uses the chance to shed his clothes, leaving only his boxer briefs. Once done, he's quick to lay back on his mattress, which rests at the center of his room and he sits up against the pillows while motioning for you to come closer. 

You don't move at first, eyes zeroing in on the man who lays before you. Despite the lamp’s dull luminance you can still make out the toned muscles that sculpt his lean figure. Beneath his abs, a faint trial of his hair disappears beneath the band of his undergarments. The shape of his erection straining against the fabric of his underwear has you squirming in place. 

“Princess, my eyes up here.” Immediately your head snaps up to meet his smug look, grin tugging at his lips. Even with the short garb on your body, you feel suddenly overdressed when you ogle his bare form. 

He’s staring at you beneath his heavy lids, lust evident within his eyes. The effects of the marijuana still clouds his mind but he's never felt better. 

“Strip for me.” The command rings in your ears, a low timber in his voice as his hand creeps over his present bulge. He’s no sooner palming himself, stroking himself through his underwear. 

The sight has your mouth going dry, arousal encouraging your actions when you begin to sway your hips before him. You don't know if it's the intoxication or just the raw desire to fuck him that fuels your next actions. The sight of him spread out before you and stroking his cock certainly contributes to your newfound bravado. 

You’re clumsily dancing and shimmying the dress off, your body rolling as the straps slide off your shoulders and droop down to reveal your bare breasts. When the fabric drops past your waist and to the floor, you clumsily kick the article aside and move toward the edge of the bed.

The lacy black underwear that previously taunted Yunho is now on full display as you begin to make your way onto the bed, both knees sinking into the mattress as you crawl toward him on all fours. He’s groaning as he watches your tantalizing prowl, squeezing himself hard through his delicates. 

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, your figure approaching closer until you hover before him, straddling his thighs. 

Your mouths reconnect when you settle over him, letting your clothed mound rest on his lap before you begin to drag yourself against his length. The friction between your loins draws another noise from him as he's eagerly returning your kiss, tongue and teeth clashing with hunger. 

His hands find purchase on your waist, sliding up your body and cupping your breasts as he begins to roll himself under you. As he carefully tweaks your nipples you whine into his mouth, each kiss growing more messy, your lips swollen as he devours you.

He doesn’t know if he can handle another second of being trapped beneath you as he rubs against you through the flimsy garments separating you. You feel so good and he's not even inside you yet. 

The kiss is broken when he sinks further into his pillows, arching forward impatiently in a struggle to remove his underwear. Not wanting to laugh at his attempts, you lift yourself from him and help slide the offending article down his legs. 

His erection springs free from its confines and your jaw goes slack when you finally take in the size of his cock. Seeing it under his boxers was one thing but this… The rumors definitely didn’t do him justice. Watching him twitch against his stomach with his precum pooling at the tip of his length makes you think you’ve never wanted to taste something as much as his dick. 

When you look up to Yunho, he has his ever present shit eating grin. He knows you’re impressed and he revels in the attention, enjoying how your expression morphs from shock to pure desire. 

Once you've recollected yourself he grasps the sides of your panties and tugs them impatiently. The position has you struggling to remove the lingerie but he opts to rip the fabric instead, tearing down the sides and tossing the remnants elsewhere as you’re left to gape at his hastiness.

“Those were my favori-” You struggle to verbalize your next words as a gasp escapes you when you suddenly feel his hand cupping your exposed sex. 

“I was going to ruin them one way or another,” he says with a roll of his eyes as his fingers delicately run along the arousal that has collected between your folds. He experimentally rubs his thumb against your clit, watching as your body trembles from his featherweight touch. 

“You’re already this wet for me? Naughty girl.” 

“Shut up,” you murmur as you slap his hand away and situate yourself back on his lap, letting him feel your wetness against the length of his erection. 

“Sorry, princess.” He throws his arms up in mock surrender but they're no sooner on your thighs as you both continue to hump against each other, the feeling of skin to skin unbearable as he bites back a moan.

“I told you to stop calling me that!” The tip of his cock brushes past your clit, easily sliding back and forth along your opening once you're rocking yourself faster atop him.

“You seem to like it,” he says with a knowing tone and he squeezes both your thighs, though he sounds just as breathless as he looks beneath you. His eyes are fluttering with each movement, chest rising as he tries to maintain his last ounce of self control. 

He's been patient, allowing you to grind yourself on him, but he wants nothing more than to grab your hips and impale you on his cock, stretching you out so good that you can't think. 

You're both gasping quietly against each other and it's only until you hear the door open that you're both scrambling for the sheets to cover yourselves.

“So, this is where you two went.” Seonghwa’s firm voice fills your ears, making your entire body freeze up as you come to a halt. 

You've never heard him more angry and you're nervous to face him but you find yourself slowly twisting your head over your shoulder as you're met with his enraged glare.

Yunho stiffens beneath you and opens his mouth to speak but the other man holds up his palm to signal his silence. Your boyfriend closes the door behind him, not uttering a word as he takes a seat on the recliner that's situated in the corner. 

The tension is thick but you can’t help the bewilderment showing on your expression as you watch him settle into the leather, spreading his legs wide while he dips his hand into his pants.

“Don’t stop on my account. Carry on.” There is a dangerous hint behind his tone and you can feel his anger radiating off him in waves but the thought of him watching as Yunho fucks you makes you even more turned on.

You’re unsure of what's going on anymore at this point, but even in your confusion you know you don't want to disobey Seonghwa. The guilt that you had been ignoring all night hits you tenfold, sitting present in your consciousness. Despite this, your arousal is obvious as your pussy grows messier, drooling on the cock beneath you. It's apparent to him as he twitches against your sex and he catches on quickly, though initially he seems just as shocked as you by Seonghwa’s admission. 

It doesn't take a second longer for Yunho to recognize the look behind Seonghwa’s eyes and he has a twisted smirk pulling at his lips in realization. Before you can protest, he suddenly takes ahold of your hips and lifts you with ease before he's sliding you down the entirety of his length. Your walls drag past his cock, swallowing him whole as he fills you to the hilt.

The noise of surprise that escapes you rings high when you feel him stretching you apart. He’s much bigger than Seonghwa and you don't think you've ever felt so full in your life. If you weren't already so wet, you knew the stretch would sting much more than it did. You're so clouded with pleasure that the pain is barely present. 

“You like watching your girl get fucked by someone else, Hwa?” He taunts your boyfriend, snide in his tone as he ruts himself up into you. You whine loudly. 

The man in question only responds with a grunt, his eyes trained on the view of your pussy swallowing his huge cock. Seonghwa squeezes himself harder and begins to pump into his hand, gritting his teeth. 

“You're both so fucking nasty. You love this, don’t you?” Even as Yunho sneers, he doesn’t stop rocking his hips. 

“Look how well she takes me, Hwa. You like seeing her little cunt stretched out by another man’s dick?” This time Seonghwa moans in response. His jeans have been kicked aside and he's left in his shirt, jerking himself in his palm as he watches you both through his hazy eyes.

With your head overlooking your shoulder, you still don't entirely know what's happening, but the sight of your boyfriend fucking his hand makes you overwhelmed with the need to press on. Knowing you're both getting off as he watches you get plowed has your stomach churning with some sick sense of pleasure.  

Suddenly you feel Yunho’s hand cupping your chin, forcing your eyes away from Seonghwa. As you both stare at each other, you’re readily bouncing yourself on his lap, sinking deeper onto his cock with your every movement. You’re greedy to have him inside you, enjoying how each thrust has him filling your pussy so well. 

There’s a sound of clattering from the other side of the room and you want to turn your head, but the hand gripping your chin is firm. Seeing his eyes flicker behind you makes your curiosity grow, but when you feel a hot breath against the back of your neck you now know that Seonghwa has joined you on the bed. 

His presence has the man beneath you waning his pace, his hips working in a slow and sensual grind. As he hovers behind you his nose runs along your nape where his lips latch down on your skin. His teeth drag against your shoulder and you're whining quietly when he bites down particularly hard.

“Did you miss me so bad that you had to cheat me on with my own teammate?” Seonghwa is speaking against your skin, but he doesn't stop nipping at you, sucking harshly until you begin to bruise beneath his lips. You don't know how to respond, your body trembling as he continues to press at you. 

“You think you can just fuck Yunho and get away with it?” Shaking your head, you let out a meek ‘no’ as his fingers tangle within your hair.

“Get up.” Seonghwa has never spoken to you with a tone like this before. It fills you with apprehension but your body is still thrumming with arousal and you're quick to follow his instructions, whimpering when you slide off of Yunho’s lap. 

Yunho wishes to pull you back onto him but he hesitates, deciding he wants to watch how the scene unfolds. Even then, his cock continues to throbs as he takes note of how an intensity is overtaking the normally sweet and kind Seonghwa. 

Your boyfriend leads you by your hair, ignoring you as you whimper out in a pained protest. You’re forced onto your hands and knees, your head hovering between the apex of his legs as he presses his hard cock against your mouth.

“You're going to let me use your mouth like the disgusting whore that you are, got it?” You feel yourself clenching at his words, nodding as your tongue darts out to taste the head to his dick. It's been so long since you've had him, you're desperate for his cock. He scoffs at your eagerness.

Seonghwa grasps his length, smearing his precum against your mouth as he uses his free hand to motion the other man forward. Yunho is no sooner scrambling toward you both, pupils blown wide with anticipation as he awaits further instruction. 

“Go ahead.” 

His words are all that Yunho needs to hear. Holding your hips once again he grabs you from behind and he begins to sheath his cock back within the slick warmth of your hole, relishing in how tightly your walls surround him. You both moan loudly. At the same time Seonghwa slides himself past your lips, the hand within your locks tightening their hold when he eases himself into your throat. 

Your eyes flit up to watch him as his lips are pulled back in a displeased scowl. You've never seen him so upset and it makes you remorseful knowing you're the cause of his distress but at the same time he’s never looked so sexy glaring down at you. 

He catches your stare but continues to frown even as his cock twitches in your mouth. His fingers fist at your tresses, guiding you further down his shaft until your nose is flush to his pelvic bone. 

You're breathing heavily through your nostrils as you continue to look at each other, your eyes watering with tears. He doesn't move, but instead allows Yunho to bury into you. The snap of his hips against your backside causes your body to jerk forward, forcing Seonghwa’s tip to hit the back of your throat. He’s groaning when you gag against him, the action clearly catching you in surprise. 

“Such a needy slut. Just one dick wasn't enough for you, huh?” You whine against him, drooling over his length as Yunho sets the tempo for how fast your head is bobbing along his cock. He’s pounding into you harder, enjoying the sight of you struggling to suck the other off while he's working open your tight pussy. 

“You should lighten up, Hwa,” he says between thrusts as he reaches out with one arm to grab the older man.

“Are you serious? What the hell does that mean?” Seonghwa’s fingers slacken as he peers over at the goalie, his dick pulsing in your mouth while he’s watching you get fucked.

You're thankful for the moment of reprise but your eyes go wide as you watch Yunho hover above you, grabbing Seonghwa by his hair and pulling him in for a kiss. 

You gurgle on Seonghwa’s cock at the sight, your pussy clenching down tightly as the two begin to make out before you. To say your boyfriend is shocked is an understatement, but he’s quick to indulge in the kiss, clearly as aroused as you are.

Yunho has some type of unexplainable charm to him. Whatever he's doing, it clearly affects Seonghwa just as much as it does you. 

Their mouths are locked together, wet kisses amidst their tongues intertwining as you feel Yunho begin to rock his hips again. The movement has all three of you moaning and encourages you to begin sucking harder on the cock inside your mouth. 

There is saliva coating your lips as you're bobbing your head down the length of Seonghwa’s erection, more drool dripping down your chin while you're sloppily getting your face fucked. 

When Yunho breaks the kiss there is a line of spit stretching between them as they're both panting heavily, trying to regain their breaths. The taller of the two ushers the hand away from your locks, taking a hold of your hair before he’s tugging your head back as he withdraws slowly, pulling himself completely out of you. 

Seonghwa’s dick pops out from your mouth when you’re yanked back and he’s left staring at your desperate form below him, your body wiggling with need at the loss of Yunho. 

“Take this as a lesson, Hwa. You’re in a win-win situation, no?” Even as Yunho says this, the other’s expression twists between a flurry of emotions. The confusion is written all over his face, but something seems to click in his brain as he watches Yunho slam into your squelching hole with a single powerful motion. 

Seonghwa feels humiliated as he watches his lover enjoy another man’s cock so readily yet his own arousal throbs with need when Yunho continues to coax him. He can’t help the hand that slips between his thighs, palming his aching length again as the goalie continues to ravage your body before him. 

When Yunho’s fingers tangle within your tresses he cannot deny how much he’s enjoying the way your back arches as he begins to pound himself into you relentlessly, his pace steady and calculated. Despite the sting of your scalp and how the position aches on your back, your cries are immediately filling the room, loud and pitchy. 

“You see, Seonghwa. This,” he grunts and thrusts heavily as he’s plowing into your cunt, enjoying how you clench around him so greedily, “— is how you should be fucking her.” 

Your boyfriend is fisting his cock harder, biting his lower lip as he stares down at you. You’re barely meeting his gaze, tears lining your eyes as you whimper and moan. Each movement of the man behind you has you lurching forward, your torso threatening to sink forward if not for the constraint on your hair. 

Looking to Seonghwa seems impossible as your eyes roll back into your head, so consumed with pleasure that you can hardly think properly. The guilt that previously haunted you is already dissipating with every sinful plunge of Yunho’s hips. 

“Does Seonghwa fuck you like this, princess?” He jerks at your hair again, a guttural noise spilling from him when he feels how you constrict around his girth. 

“Answer me, naughty girl. Does his cock feel as good as mine?” He stills his movements and his eyes are lighting with amusement as he watches you twist in place, writhing around for his cock. 

“No, damn it! Fuck me, p-please, Yunho!” You practically shout, overcome with need as you’re whining and clutching at the bedsheets, rutting back against his pelvis. He’s ecstatic to hear your begging and he resumes his pace, watching as you immediately fall into a state of euphoria and begin garbling a string of unintelligible noises. 

“Such a cock hungry girl. Don’t you enjoy seeing her like this?” 

“Y…Yeah,” The older of the two manages to sputter out his reply between his breathy groans, his eyes glazing over. He’s clutching the entirety of his dick, tip leaking at the display of your ruined and blissful state before him. 

“How about I give you a taste?” 

“Huh?” Seonghwa’s brain short circuits at the suggestion and he glimpses up to meet Yunho’s darkening stare. The look the taller man gives him has him swallowing thickly, his eyes flickering down to watch as he slides his cock out of your fluttering hole. 

“A taste,” the goalie repeats as he holds his length up, the dim lighting reflecting the trail of your juices that glisten along his shaft. Seonghwa hesitates at first but finds himself nodding. 

You want to complain when Yunho withdraws from you again, but you have no time to as he's hoisting you up right into a kneeling position. The fogginess of the pleasure begins to clear from your mind though you can still feel yourself clenching around nothing as the heat within you simmers to a pulse between your legs.

Like you, Seonghwa is eagerly anticipating Yunho's next actions, unsure of what to expect. He’s thrilled at the prospect of having his turn with the larger man, his body alight in flames. The anger has seemingly diminished from him, only a hot wave of lust coursing through his veins.

The effects of the alcohol is still present in his body, but he knows he's not delirious when he realizes just how delighted he seems at the idea of tasting Yunho’s big cock. He doesn't know if he can blame you anymore when he seems just as excited to submit to the other.

Yunho is maneuvering off the mattress, walking around to the front until he's facing you both. He motions for you to scoot back and you do so obediently, eyes wide as you await for what's to come. 

“Turn around, Seonghwa.” As swift as he can, he practically gets tangled in the bed sheets when he turns his back to the goalie. The action has him locking eyes with you, face burning up when he suddenly begins to feel shy about the notion of you witnessing his submissiveness. 

“Good boy. Now lay back for me.” Seonghwa shivers at the compliment, his cock twitching against his thigh as he falls back on the bed, his head hanging off the edge. It's in this position that he realizes what's about to happen, though he’s not sure if he's prepared. It didn’t make him any less excited though.

“Think you can take my cock?” Simultaneously the blood rushes to his head and his erection at the question. He nods eagerly and wets his lips, mouth dropping open. He’s never done something like this before yet he’s too thrilled to pass up the opportunity. 

Yunho steps forward and presses the tip of his cock against the man’s lips, humming appreciatively as his tongue darts out to circle around the tip. 

“Your boyfriend is so hungry for my dick. Doesn’t he look cute? So needy.” You squeeze your thighs together and moan, the sight of the two men shooting straight to your core in a rush of wetness. 

“So pretty, Hwa…” You join in the praises as Yunho tenderly strokes along your lover's jaw, thumb grazing his lower lip before he’s sliding the first few inches of his length into Seonghwa's mouth. 

The praise shoots straight to Seonghwa’s loins, his dick pulsing with arousal as he’s taking the cock further down his throat. He’s compliant and docile as Yunho eases deeper, his eyes trained on the sight of his dick bulging from the other’s throat. 

“So good,” Yunho groans quietly and clasps his palm around your lover’s neck, wanting to feel his own outline stretching his throat.  Your mouth waters at the sight, not wanting to be left out while you’re watching Yunho slowly fuck himself into your boyfriend’s mouth. The scene before you has you dripping with desire. 

“C-Can I?” A single nod from Yunho is all you need and you’re no sooner clambering toward Seonghwa. In his position the man doesn’t notice your movement as he’s so focused trying to hollow his cheeks around Yunho’s cock. 

When he feels the familiar weight of your body settling on top of him, he starts to gag when you suddenly sink down on his erection, clearly catching him off guard. Yunho’s length slips from his mouth in the process and he’s sputtering quietly, trying to regain his bearings. 

You’re straddling your boyfriend and dropping onto his lap, his cock getting swallowed by the warmth of your hungry walls. Seeing how he jerks up beneath you it spurs you to bounce harder on his dick, letting him stuff you full.

“Missed your cock, Hwa…” He moans at your words and flutters his eyes, his jaw slack as he feels Yunho sliding himself back into his mouth. Seonghwa is so overcome with pleasure, his body blazing with lust that he can barely process what’s happening to him. He’s never felt bliss like this before — having his lover fuck herself onto him as his mouth is being used. 

Seonghwa looks so fucked out as he’s splayed across the mattress, his hair messy and his body sheen with his sweat while you’re both stimulating him. Yunho welcomes the display wholeheartedly, grinding himself into the other’s face, groaning as saliva and drool coats his cock. 

“Such a good boy, aren’t you, Hwa? You like when I fuck your mouth? You miss her pussy around your cock?” A garbled noise comes from the man, his throat tightening as his hips buck up in response. You feel his cock pulsing within you with each sinful word that leaves Yunho’s mouth. You know he’s close but you’ve yet to scratch the surface of your orgasm as you begin to rock yourself faster on his lap.

Quickening your pace you slip your fingers between your thighs and begin to rub your clit as you’re bouncing yourself on Seonghwa’s cock, each movement dragging him back within your sopping core. The man beneath you is trying to meet your thrusts, his hands falling over your thighs and gripping tight as he begins chasing his climax. 

Seonghwa’s eyes are screwed shut, breathing heavily through his nose and he’s letting out choked and muffled noises of pleasure. The need to cum is urgent and the feeling of your walls squeezing around his length has him realizing just how much he misses your tight little pussy.

He no longer focuses on sucking Yunho’s cock, simply allowing the other to abuse his throat as he fucks himself into your cunt. The drool that dribbles down his face is evidence of Yunho’s own pace growing sloppy, his release not far behind. 

“Come for me, baby,” you gasp to him, your back arching as you feel the heat of your orgasm stirring in your belly. You’re leaning forward against his torso, your chest flush to his as you’re lifting your ass and slamming it back onto his lap repeatedly. The sound of your skin slapping resonates throughout the room, pace increasing with a hurried need as you’re moaning into his neck. 

Feeling a similar air of impatience, Yunho holds Seonghwa by his hair and pulls himself back before he’s thrusting forward powerfully. The single motion of Yunho’s cock hitting the back of his throat causes the male to gurgle in discomfort but the goalie doesn’t pull away and he groans deeply, his cock spasming in the other’s mouth until he’s spurting his thick and milky seeds down Seonghwa’s throat. 

At the same time, your lover feels how your hole clenches and gushes around his cock. The needy pace you’re rocking against him has his length throbbing within you. Your actions combined with the lack of air in his lungs and the impact of Yunho’s thrusts into his mouth has his vision going spotty. His thighs shake and he’s seeing white as he orgasms hard and abruptly, his load filling your cunt with rope after rope of his hot release.

As he’s climaxing, he’s struggling to swallow the cum in his mouth, most of it spilling out past his lips and dripping down his nose and down his cheeks. When Yunho finally pulls away, Seonghwa is coughing and sputtering as he tries to regain his breath. The high of his orgasm is still clouding his mind even as he’s left a panting mess. 

On top of him, you’re still desperately trying to chase your own crescendo as you work yourself feverishly on his lap. Your fingers are slick and slippery with your arousal, gliding over your clit over and over as your cunt begins to convulse around Seonghwa’s cock.

You’re both still moaning and you’re riding out his orgasm, your own looming closely. Yunho is stroking Seonghwa’s cheek, moving away the strands of hair that stick to his sweat laden face. He has already recovered from his own climax and leans down to purr encouragingly into Seonghwa’s ear. 

“Such a good boy. Make our princess cum, hm?” 

Seonghwa keens at the other’s words and snaps his hips upward, driving himself into you with the last semblance of his strength. Your eyes are blearily focusing below you, taking in the view of your sweaty and fucked out boyfriend who’s so determined to make you come. 

Similarly the sight of Yunho hovering before your lover with his cum painted on Seonghwa’s face has you shaking with arousal, your thighs quivering when you feel yourself coming undone on your boyfriend’s cock. With a final slide of your digits past your swollen nub, you peak into your orgasm, his slowed thrusts combined with your sloppy movements sending you over the edge. 

Your hole squeezes around his cock and your juices mix in with his release as you finally climax. He can barely take the overstimulation as you clench around him a final time, your bodies coming to a still. Even after you’re past your high, he can still feel the after effects that are evident from your fluttering walls.

Once you’re finished, you tiredly slump against his torso, your skin sticking together from the perspiration that covers both your bodies. You’re too worn out to move, simply resting against your lover’s chest as you both breathe quietly. The fatigue overtakes you before you know it and your eyes are falling shut before you can stop yourself.

You don’t know how much time passes before you awake but someone has helped you clean up and you now lay cozily beneath Yunho’s blankets. Between a series of blinking and yawning, you groggily note that Seonghwa lays beside you peacefully, his eyes widening with joy as he’s watching you come to. 

“Hey, sleepy girl.” 

There’s a pregnant pause and you try to recollect your thoughts, trying to recall all that has happened up to this moment. Dread and realization falls over you immediately and you’re shooting up, blanket slipping off you. With your back straight, you hastily try to get up from the bed as a feeling of panic floods you.

You fucked up, you fucked up. You royally fucked up! 

“Woah, woah. Slow down, babe.” Your boyfriend coos softly and tries to work you down, pushing you back against the mattress and rubbing your shoulders in slow and soothing motions. 

“How are you being so calm? I literally just cheated on you!” 

Seonghwa scratches the back of his head nervously and looks away for a moment before he grasps both of your hands, squeezing them in his palms.

“Listen, uh… I gave it some thought and I think Yunho is right.” Your jaw drops.

“Huh?”

As if on cue Yunho steps into the bedroom, one towel around his waist while he’s drying his hair with another. He blinks in surprise at you both but smiles nonetheless, taking a seat at the edge of the bed.

“Oh good! You’re awake, princess.” 

“What the hell is going on?” You look between the pair in confusion.

“Long story short, I know I’ve been a bad boyfriend but I think Yunho can help us work through some of that. I mean… if you’re down, of course.”

“I-I… I mean. What? Are you sure? Yeah, I-I think I am down.” They chuckle at your rambling.

Despite all that has happened, you never expected this type of proposal from Seonghwa. You honestly thought you would wake up to the shit show of him dumping you after you all sobered up. 

Yunho somehow worked his magic on the both of you and to your benefit as well. Even with your circumstances, you can’t deny the idea of it all excites you. You just knew that Mingi would have a field day after he found out.

“I’m still mad at you though. You could have just talked to me,” he tuts at you, shaking his head slightly. 

“I tried, Hwa! You were always too busy!”

“You’re right and I’m sorry. That was definitely my bad but it’s alright, babe. I’ll make sure we make it up to each other. Plus we have Yunho now.” A tremble of excitement runs down your spine at the mention of your new partner. 

Seonghwa has an adoring look in his eyes, though there is a dangerous intent behind his smile as he reaches up to gently stroke your cheek.

“I know you won’t betray me again though. We’ll make sure of it.”

His words have you nervous and aroused, rubbing your thighs together as you feel a heat pooling in your lower belly.

Beside you Yunho sports his own wolfish grin when he meets your stare, placing his hand over your thigh and rubbing circles close to your sex.  “Hwa is kind of scary when he’s mad, huh? Don’t worry though, princess. When he’s begging for my cock, you can help me make sure he’s the one being a good boy.”

[honeyhotteoks]

a little more love to give (j.yh + p.sh)

summary: fifth and final installment in the husbands series; it's been years, and you life with them has grown, you just don't expect your second baby to be a surprise. part one: room for three || part two: and if i stay || part three: their gift || part four: hold fast together

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // i'm back.... with the final installment of the husbands series. it's essentially all fluff and tender smut, definitely less hard than previous chapters but you know, they're parents now lol

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, married!yunhwa, established yunhwa x reader relationship, mmf, brief mention of trouble conceiving, pregnancy, discussion of early pregnancy symptoms like nausea, headaches, dizzy/fainting spells, nervous!yunhwa, some physical body descriptions relating to body change with pregnancy including weight/physicality, but on a fun note...... praise, degredation/humilitation, body worship, so much fucking oil, vaginal and anal fingering, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), cumshots, mention of sir kink but not used, lots of verbal instruction, lots of breast and nipple play, nipple clamps, light pain play, gratuitous use of good girl, sweet girl, pretty girl, etc., essentially if you don't want to read pregnant!reader sex, don't read this but honestly they're pretty in love and i thought it was cute - please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: smut, fluff, domestic / slice of life

word count: 11.4K

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special note - their daughter's name is dasom, which literally translates to love in korean. seonghwa calls her 'nae sarang' which also translates to 'my love'. i think after all the trouble they had getting pregnant, there's nothing else they would want to call her but love. i just thought that additional context might be nice for some readers. please enjoy, and thanks for sticking with this one. x

You’re tucked away in the dim light of your bedroom nursing a headache when you hear the front door of your apartment swing open. Checking your phone for the time, you wince at the bright light and press the lock button again quickly to dim the screen. You have unanswered messages and notifications, but you can’t even think about that with the way your head is aching, you’re just glad it’s not as bad as it was a few hours ago. 

With a sigh you stay settled under the covers and opt to listen, your husbands getting home from their respective days downstairs. 

“Oh,” You hear Seonghwa say first, “hey, Nari,”

Your best friend’s voice is bright and clear, echoing up the stairs and you know she’s in the entryway to greet them, “Hi, Seonghwa,” and then a beat later, “baby, look who’s home!” Her voice lilts up, playful and fun.

Your daughter makes a joyful, bubbly sound, “Appa!” 

“Come here, nae sarang,” He’s hauling her up into a hug, you just know it. 

You duck your head up out of the blankets to listen more closely despite the throb behind your temples. 

“She’s getting so big,” Nari says.

“Mhm,” Yunho’s low voice murmurs, “a proper little princess now,”

Your daughter giggles, and you smile.

“Where’s y/n?” Seonghwa finally asks.

You had all but begged her to keep your secret, but Nari is a terrible liar and all she can do is stumble over her words, “She’s, well, you know her, she’s,”

“Nari?” Yunho asks, a laugh in his voice still.

“Princess,” Seonghwa coos to your baby girl, “where did your mommy run off to?”

There’s a long pause, and you can almost picture your baby’s teary face, round cheeks pink and wet with fat tears. It took so long to get her to stop crying in the first place. “Eomma,” she wails, and you grit your teeth.

“Oh, aegiya don’t do that,” Nari soothes, “it’s okay,”

“Shh,” Seonghwa croons, and you know he’s rocking her from side to side. 

“What’s going on?” Seonghwa sounds confused. 

“Ah. I just got her calmed down,” Nari sighs.

“E-Eomma!” She wails again and this time Yunho’s voice isn’t so casual.

“What’s going on, sweetheart?” He maintains a light tone for her, but you can hear the anxiety in it, “Where’s mommy?”

“She,” Nari starts to say. but your daughter’s bubbling wail cuts her off.

“Eomma f-fell down!” Another pointed sob. 

“What?” Alarm is laced through Seonghwa’s voice, “Is she alright? Why didn’t someone call us?”

“She’s completely fine,” Nari assures, “she just called me to come watch Dasom after,”

“After what?” Yunho presses.

“Hush, baby, it’s okay,” Seonghwa croons, trying to even out your baby’s cries.

“Where is she?” Yunho asks insistently, trying to keep calm in front of Dasom. 

“She’s not hurt, she didn’t even hit her head, she’s just,” Nari back tracks, “sorry, okay, she’s in your room,”

You hear jogging, footsteps hurrying up the steps, and Dasom wails again, Nari’s soothing tone humming as she takes your daughter back in her arms. 

The door pushes open wide, Yunho’s eyes searching and nervous, “Hey,”

“Hey,” You murmur, groaning a little at the harsh hallway light, “oh, please shut the door, the light,”

Seonghwa pushes the door shut as Yunho crosses the room, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking you over, “What’s going on?”

“I’m okay, don’t worry,” You reach for his hand and give him a squeeze, “Dasom just got scared because I’m not feeling well, and I asked Nari to come over so I could get some rest,”

Seonghwa eases onto the opposite side of the bed, scooting over until he’s sitting up against the headboard by your side, “she said you fell? Fell how?

You sigh into your pillow, “I was making her lunch, and I got dizzy,” 

Yunho’s eyes flick to his husband’s, then back to yours, “Okay,”

You know they’ll panic when you say it but they’ll find out no matter what, “I fainted, which I think just seemed scary to Dasom,”

“Did you hit your head?” Yunho reaches for you, fingertips soft on your jaw, “Should we go to the hospital?” 

You shake your head, “No, no, I caught myself fine,” 

“I still think a doctor,” Seonghwa sounds nervous, “you fainted out of nowhere? I saw you eat this morning,” 

Your mind flicks back to when you threw it all up in the hallway bathroom while Dasom was down for her nap, how you pulled yourself up and rallied to make her a little lunch and then found yourself stumbling in the kitchen, your daughter’s nervous voice in your ear. 

“I don’t need a doctor,” You assure him, “I just need a little rest,” 

“Come here,” Yunho slides closer and lays his hand across your forehead, “you don’t feel warm,” 

“It’s not a fever,” You murmur, taking his hand and pressing a kiss to his palm before letting him pull away. 

“If you felt bad enough that you needed to call Nari,” Seonghwa shakes his head, “that you couldn’t keep an eye on Dasom, I think it’s serious enough that we should see a doctor, jagiya,” 

You wanted to tell them later, to confirm things with a blood test first, to make sure everything was going well before you announced the news, but you suppose there are enough signs that you’re sure. Little things you had been brushing off for weeks, not to mention the positive test from the pharmacy. The same exact symptoms that you had with Dasom, down to the sudden migraines. 

“It’s okay,” You take his hand, “I promise. It was scary for Dasom, but she’s three,” 

“Then why did you call Nari?” Yunho presses, “You should have called us, I could have come home early,” 

You’re hardly ever sick, and you forgot how fussy they get anytime you so much as sneeze. 

Your head throbs again and you sigh. You had wanted to make it special, to make it more romantic than this, but there’s no keeping it from them now. You shake your head, “I called Nari so she could watch Dasom while I rested, and so she could pick me up a pregnancy test on her way,”

Yunho’s face goes slack, “A what?” 

“I’ve been getting sick again,” You push yourself up in the bed to sit against the soft headboard, “everyday at lunchtime just like before. I didn’t think anything of it, of any of the signs because we haven’t been trying,” 

“You’re kidding,” Yunho leans away, glancing between you and Seonghwa, “you… why didn’t you tell us you were sick?” 

You open your mouth to explain, to find something to say, but Seonghwa finally speaks up. 

“You’re pregnant?” He stammers, “Are you sure?” 

“I’m sick everyday, dizzy, my headaches are back, I’ve been crying at fucking everything,” Your eyes sting at the thought, “I’m so late, I didn’t even realize it, we’ve been busy… but I’m so, so late,” 

“Oh my god,” Yunho’s face lights up, and he presses a hand over his mouth. 

“There’s a positive test in the trash,” You nod towards the bathroom, “I was going to go to the doctor tomorrow, confirm everything with a blood test and then tell you… so much better than this, but, yeah, yes, I’m pregnant,” 

“Jagi,” Seonghwa breathes, and you realize now his eyes are full of unshed tears. 

Yunho tugs you into his arms and you start with a squeak. His arms wrap around you, his face ducked into your neck, and he takes a watery breath, “I can’t believe it,” 

“I don’t know when it happened,” You lean your cheek on his chest, “but if my symptoms are lining up on the same timeline as Dasom, I’m at least twelve weeks,” 

“The lake trip,” Seonghwa says after a moment, and you flip back in your mental calendar to three, almost four months ago when Yunho’s parents had taken care of Dasom for a long weekend and the three of you slipped away for a much needed vacation together. 

Yunho nods into your neck, his hand coasting up and down your back. 

He’s not letting you go, and Seonghwa hasn’t said anything more, and your stomach flips. “This is good news, isn’t it? I mean, I know we haven’t talked about it recently, but it’s,” 

Yunho laughs sharply, pulling away and cupping your cheeks, “Of course it is,” His cheeks are wet, eyes sparkling, and he surges forwards to kiss you, his breath shaky on your lips. 

“Oh, thank god,” You mumble against his mouth. 

A light knock on the door catches your attention and you hear the door squeak open, “Hey, y/n,” 

Yunho pulls away, but he can’t quite pull his eyes away from you as you lean past him, “Yeah?” 

“Dasom’s getting a little ancy,” She murmurs, “how about I take her tonight? A little sleepover with her auntie to give you three some time?” 

You exhale and nod immediately, “You - Nari, that would be such a help,” 

“Did you,” She looks at you pointedly and gestures between the two men on either side of you. 

“Yeah,” You can’t stop the grin on your face. 

Yunho wipes away the tears threatening to spill over and pushes himself off the edge of the bed, “Let me help you get her things together, is she still crying?” 

“No,” Nari shakes her head, “she’s upset, but I got her to calm down for now,” 

“I’ll talk to her,” He squeezes your hand and takes a steadying breath, trying to calm down his sudden swell of emotion. 

“Don’t tell her yet,” You interject, “please,” 

“No,” He agrees, “not yet,” 

“Congratulations,” Nari says quietly, “all of you,” 

Yunho grins wide, nodding and Seonghwa murmurs a quiet thank you. You’ll have to do something nice for Nari, something special for taking care of Dasom today and giving you time with your husbands tonight. 

You had always talked about having more children, but the timing was never quite right. Dasom alone was a handful, plus the demands of all of your jobs growing stronger. It just became something you might do soon, but not now. Always not now. 

You watch Yunho take a deep breath before he follows Nari back downstairs to tend to your daughter, and then you’re alone again with Seonghwa. 

“Hey,” You murmur, shifting to meet his eyes. 

“Hi, darling,” He smiles warmly, eyes still shining. 

“How are you?” You gently prod his thigh. 

“I can barely believe it,” He admits, “but darling, you know me, I’ve always wanted another baby,” 

“You’re happy?” 

“So happy,” He reaches for you, shuffling closer on the bed until you’re pressed together, forehead to forehead, “I love you,” 

Tears bubble up again in your eyes and you nod against him, “I love you too, Hwa,” 

“I love our little life together,” He murmurs softly, “every second,” 

Your breath hitches a little, and you let your eyes slip closed, breathing together in time with him in the center of your bed. A light commotion downstairs breaks you both apart and you grin, “We should get up,” 

“You should be resting,” He shakes his head, “how’s your headache?” His fingertips smooth along your hairline as he looks you over. 

“Better than before, but still,” You sigh, “you remember what they were like,” 

“I do,” He gives you a soft, sympathetic smile, “which is why I’m saying go back to bed,” 

“I will when Dasom leaves,” You lean forward and kiss him gently, “but I don’t want her to be scared tonight, I should let her see me before she leaves,” 

There’s no argument there, so Seonghwa takes a deep breath and climbs out of the bed to offer you a hand, “I’ll go with you.” 

“Let me clean up second,” You blink hard when you get to your feet, the equilibrium of the room and the light from the hall a little jarring still, but you are feeling better than before, so you smooth your hair back and turn towards your vanity. You don’t bother to try and look completely normal, Dasom’s smart enough to see right through that, but you still run a brush through your hair and try to perk up just a bit to avoid looking dead on your feet. 

Seonghwa stands behind you, watching in the mirror with a smile on his face. 

“What?” You smile back at him, the joy in the room infectious now. 

“You’re a beautiful mother,” He says softly, “and I love you,” 

Pink tinges your cheeks at his words and your eyes flick down, “I love you too,” 

“My pretty wife,” He wraps his arms around you again, nuzzling your cheek and peppering soft kisses across your cheek. 

“Oh, stop,” You twist to kiss his soft lips, “come on, let’s go down,” 

“Mmhm,” He kisses you again before he lets you go and leads the way out of their bedroom and towards the stairs. 

As you enter into the light you wince a little, but it’s not so harsh that you can’t manage. 

He lays a hand on your lower back and moves to see your face, “Is it too much?” 

“Not yet,” You assure him, “I’ll be fine for a few minutes,” 

The voices downstairs start to shift, and you realize that Yunho is walking back towards the foyer at the bottom of the steps by the front door.

“People cry for happy things too, baby,” Yunho murmurs, and from the top of the stairs you watch him walking back and forth with Dasom in his arms, her tiny face pressed into his chest. 

She says something to him you can’t quite hear, muffled into his shirt. 

He smiles, rubbing her back, “I can’t tell you yet,” 

Her head pops up, and she rubs at her face with her little hand, “Why not?” 

“Mm,” Yunho narrows his eyes at her playfully, “because it’s a surprise,” 

Seonghwa wraps his arms around you from behind, listening with you. 

“I want a surprise,” She nods and Nari’s laugh echoes from the next room. 

“I know,” Yunho shrugs, keeping the energy light so she relaxes more, “but I promise when you come home from Nari’s we’ll have the surprise ready,” 

She sighs, and Seonghwa chuckles behind you. 

“Are you ready, baby?” Nari holds up Dasom’s coat and little backpack. 

“Can we watch Ariel?” Dasom perks up, scrambling to get out of Yunho’s arms.

“Mhm,” Nari drops down to her height to help her put the coat on, “but I don’t remember all the words to the songs, so you’ll have to teach me,” 

“I know all the words,” She says and you watch Yunho’s face light up. 

Seonghwa squeezes you, “I want to see her before she leaves,” 

“Me too,” You brush off your cheeks, and despite your headache you get yourself together enough to go downstairs, “do I look like I’ve been crying?” 

“Not too bad,” Seonghwa assures you, “me?” 

You shake your head, “Only a little,” 

“Yunho’s the crier anyways,” Seonghwa grins, and then starts down the steps. 

You follow him, and at the first creak of the stairs, Yunho looks up and Dasom whips right around, “Eomma!”

“Hey,” You smile, “I heard you’re having a sleepover,” 

Yunho’s watching you like a hawk, his body tense like you might faint again at any moment but you give him an easy smile and shake your head a little. Seonghwa’s hand presses into the center of your back, and the minute you hit the landing, your daughter collides with your legs. 

“Hey, hey,” You smooth back her hair, “what’s this?” 

“Are you sick?” She mumbles into your leggings. 

You share a quick smile with your husbands, and then reach down for her. When you hoist her up, both of them take a sudden step towards you, Seonghwa’s hands around Dasom’s waist to help lift her and take any weight off, but you settle her on your hip anyways. 

“I’m not sick,” You assure her, “you know how mommy gets headaches sometimes?” 

She nods. 

“Just a headache,” You smile, “I’m sorry I made you worry, baby,” 

“It’s okay,” Her words run together, and then she twists in your arms to find Yunho, “Appa has a surprise,” 

“Oh, he does, does he?” You smile, her attention back on you, and when you look up Yunho’s holding up his hands and mouthing an apology. 

“I want it now,” She kicks her little legs and you smile. 

“Mm,” You consider her words, and she watches your face carefully as you pretend to think, “I don’t know, my love, patience is important.” 

She frowns, and at the first quiver of her bottom lip you shake your head, she stills. 

“The surprise isn’t ready yet,” You tell her honestly, “but when you get home, it will be. So if you can be a big girl, and be very patient, your present will be here when you get home from your sleepover,” 

“But,” She starts, but Seonghwa is quick to intervene. 

“Dasom,” He says, voice soft but just a little more firm than before, “mommy’s not feeling very well, don’t argue, please.” 

Her mouth snaps shut, and she still looks sad, but she nods. Every day you feel her growing up in your arms and learning little by little and your heart clenches. A sudden image of her teaching your new baby flickers through your mind and you feel overwhelmingly tender, soft like you might cry. 

Seonghwa picks up on the change immediately, “Come here, nae sarang,” 

She’s out of your arms and held in his a moment later. Yunho’s wide palm smooths up and down your back and you take a steadying breath. 

“Can you put your jacket on for auntie, please?” Seonghwa asks, turning her away from you and nuzzling her with his nose, pressing a kiss to her soft cheek. 

“Yep,” She says as she drops to the floor and stretches her arms up and wide for Nari to slide her arms through the sleeves of the puffy coat. 

“God, she’s cute,” You murmur under your breath and Yunho chuckles at your side. 

“Let’s go, babe,” Nari zips her up and grabs her backpack from the floor. 

Yunho steps forward and snags it, “I’ll walk you down,” 

“Thanks,” Nari nods, patting Dasom’s back. 

Dasom says goodbye to you over her shoulder, focused on whatever Yunho’s saying to her, the stress of the day forgotten now that she’s seen you up and walking around. Yunho keeps her attention with ease and her little hand locks on Nari’s. You watch her go and despite your headache, your heart aches worse. 

“Alright,” Seonghwa murmurs as soon as they’re out of sight, “back to bed,” 

“Yes, please,” You admit, sighing and leaning against his chest. 

“I’ll come with you,” He kisses your hair. 

“It’s early,” 

“So, I’ll stay until you fall asleep,” He pushes you gently towards the stairs, “just relax and let me take care of you,” 

It’s easy to do, you’ve been letting him care for you for years. He takes you to bed and helps you slip into sleep. By the time Yunho gets back upstairs you’re out like a light and the two of them are left to marvel in the news by themselves. 

It’s hours and hours before your headache breaks and you wake to the warm feeling of your husbands bodies pressed close to you. Someone’s arm is wrapped around your middle, someone’s thigh pressed between yours, lips on your shoulder, a hand on your backside, feet tangled together under the comforter. Morning light bleeds into the room, pale yellow and warm, one of the first times you’ve woken up by your own internal clock in what feels like months. 

You’re pressed into Seonghwa’s chest, and you kiss his bare skin softly, eliciting a contented sigh from his lips. His hand slips down from its place on the small of your back and under the waistband of your sleep pants, coasting over your skin and squeezing you in all the right places. 

“Mm, Hwa,” You pull him closer. 

“How’s your head?” He asks softly, checking before he takes his hand any further. 

“Better,” You nod, your lips traveling up his throat, “come kiss me,” 

Yunho rolls closer behind you, groaning as he wakes, the familiar feeling of his morning hardness connecting with your thigh. “We haven’t slept in,” He sighs, “in so long,” 

“It’s seven-thirty,” You laugh against Seonghwa’s lips. 

“Exactly,” Yunho tugs you both closer, “our six am human alarm isn’t jumping on us,” 

“Oh, you miss her,” Seonghwa laughs, “I know you do,” 

“So much,” He smiles against your shoulder. 

“Well,” You murmur, pressing your hips back into Yunho’s to feel him just a little closer, “I think our sleep is about to get worse, not better in the next few months,” 

“True,” Seonghwa shifts down in the bed to kiss you properly, his fingers tangling with Yunho’s above your head. 

“Mm, but I think,” Yunho reaches around and smooths his hand over your stomach, and then stills completely. 

“What?” You mumble, shifting back from Seonghwa’s lips and looking over your shoulder to try and find your other husband’s eyes. 

“You’re already showing,” His hand moves across you again, this time from top to bottom of your belly to trace the soft swell, “how did we not notice?” 

“It’s not that much,” You shake your head, but Seonghwa is already sliding his hand out of your sleep pants to curl around your front and feel for himself. 

“Yes, it is,” Seonghwa grins, backing up to look down at you, “oh my god,” 

“Come here,” Yunho tugs you back onto your back gently and Seonghwa pushes the comforter down until it’s settled low around all of your hips. 

“Look,” Seonghwa slides your sleepshirt up until it’s tucked just under your breasts and he smooths a hand across your belly, “that’s a bump,” 

Shifting in the covers you look down at yourself, “You’re right,” you murmur softly, eyes still studying yourself. 

It’s still small, not the pronounced curve of a clearly pregnant person’s body, but they know you and every inch of your skin well, and to them it’s plain as day. Your body has been so different since Dasom, softer in so many ways and even to you this little change is easy to miss until you’re really looking. To anyone else the subtle swell would be nothing, but to you it’s everything. To them, it’s your words made real. 

“Look, look,” Yunho grins, sliding his hand down your side until he cups under your stomach,  his hand clearly folding into the slightest curve at the change in your body, “you really are pregnant,” 

“Yeah,” Your voice is small. 

Yunho moves low in the sheets suddenly, pressing his lips to your stomach and smiling, “Hi, baby,” 

You stroke his hair softly, “You’re so cute,” 

“We’ve missed months,” Yunho says without looking back up, stroking your skin again, “we started talking to Dasom when she was the size of a pea, we’ll have to catch up with this little one,” 

“God, I really do love you both,” You sigh. 

“Mhm,” Yunho kisses your stomach again, “and we love you, and this new bean,” 

You could cry, you really could. 

“Boy or girl?” Seonghwa murmurs, propping his head up on one hand. 

“Sister or brother, is the real question,” You offer, “Dasom would lose her little mind if it’s a girl,” 

“Should we find out early?” Yunho asks, pulling his attention away from your stomach and looking up at you both. 

With Dasom you did, you were all being too cautious and careful about the pregnancy since it had taken so long to get there that you had every health screening and pregnancy checkup known to man, so the mystery of your baby’s sex wasn’t easy to keep when you went through as many ultrasounds and doctors visits as you did. 

“Maybe,” Seonghwa says, “it might be nice to know early to help prepare Dasom, they always say it’s hard for kids to adjust from only child to older sibling. Maybe if she knows sister or brother she can start to think about it early,” 

You nod, chewing your lip and absent mindedly running your fingers through Yunho’s dark hair. 

“She could help us decorate,” Yunho offers, “it might help keep her involved so it’s an exciting thing, not a scary thing,” 

“It’s a good idea,” You agree, “but let me get a check-up first,” 

“Sure,” He says, “but it’s still nice to plan for, she’s going to be so excited,” 

“I hope so,” 

Seonghwa snuggles into your one side, kissing you warmly and wrapping an arm around your middle, “How are you feeling so far today?” 

“Normal, I think?” You smile. 

“Yeah?” Seonghwa brushes your hair back, “Nausea? Headache?” 

You shake your head softly and then take a moment to feel your body, taking stock of all the little things. You stretch against the mattress, arching your back a little to shift out of your sleeping position, and find yourself in a deep yawn. 

Yunho’s hand smooths over your stomach as you stretch long, his fingers spread wide and grin across his face, “I really can’t believe it, I thought we’d have to try again,” 

“Me too,” You admit, threading your fingers with his. 

“Last time was…” Yunho trails off, and he doesn’t have to say it, you all remember. 

“Let’s not think about it,” Seonghwa surprises you, reaching across to brush Yunho’s cheek, “let’s just be happy about this little one,” 

Yunho swallows and clears his throat, pushing away whatever momentary emotion had flooded up inside him. It was hard for all of you, and when Dasom finally came all of those hard, bad things were easy to forget, at least for a little while. 

“There’s a lot to be happy for,” You smile, pushing past those memories and focusing on the present, “for one… we’re alone,” 

“That is a very good point,” Seonghwa kisses your head. 

“Alone for a while,” You add, “hours, even,” 

“Oh, you are feeling better,” Yunho laughs, dropping a kiss to your belly and sighing warmly against your skin. 

“We’ve been so busy,” You relax between them, letting your shirt ride up a little, “don’t you miss me?” 

“Don’t even joke,” Seonghwa huffs, picking up on your queues with ease and slipping the shirt up and off your head. 

Yunho pulls the tie of your sleep pants open with one firm tug and slides them off in a hurry. 

They crowd you on either side, lips dropping on your skin and hands smoothing over you until Seonghwa stills, cupping the beginnings of your bump and Yunho falls still beside him. 

“What?” You reach for Seonghwa, trying to tug him back down to your mouth. 

“Nothing,” He shakes his head, “I just keep remembering that you're pregnant again.” He smooths his hand down further, looking for your thigh. 

“Mm,” You stretch, letting Seonghwa shift your leg open wide, “does this mean you’re both going to start fussing over me again?” 

“Who’s fussing?” Yunho smirks, easing down the bed and pressing kisses across your belly until he’s settled between your open thighs. 

“You,” You smile, “treating me like glass,” 

“To be fair,” Seonghwa’s lips travel across your shoulder, teeth nipping at your collarbones, “we were all nervous last time,” 

“And now?” You sigh. 

“I think we know how to take care of you,” Seonghwa chuckles. 

Yunho’s hands coast up and down your thighs, “And there’s nothing wrong with being gentle,” 

You start to smile, but your breath catches in your throat as he runs the back of his knuckle down your slit, the fabric of your panties tickling your sensitive nub. 

“Taking it slow,” Seonghwa offers, his mouth dancing closer to your nipple but conveniently never touching. 

“I like slow,” You breathe, letting your eyes fall closed. 

“Mm,” Seonghwa shakes his head, “no,” 

Yunho chuckles. 

“You like hard,” Seonghwa nips at your breast with his teeth, “and fast,” 

Your breath thins as you feel your body start to respond. 

“And rough,” Seonghwa adds, the pad of his thumb pressing down over your nipple, “and sometimes mean,” 

“Fuck,” You hiss as he flicks your nipple hard before pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Slow,” Seonghwa adds, “just makes you whine and beg for hard and fast,” 

“So?” Your hand on his back tightens. 

“Sometimes we want just want to take our time darling,” Seonghwa’s tongue finally, finally flicks across your other nipple, “especially when we know how sensitive you must be,” 

Yunho presses a kiss to your clit through your panties, sighing through the fabric, “Are you sore, sweetheart? Aching?” 

“Does this hurt?” Seonghwa cups your breast, kneading it with a little more pressure than before and you gasp. 

“N-no,” You breathe. 

“Do you want it to?” Seonghwa squeezes you again. 

Your hips buck softly, pressing your cunt harder against Yunho’s face and he smiles, flicking the firm muscle of his tongue over your clit, dragging the cotton fabric across it enough that you rock your hips again. 

“This is too slow,” You let your head fall back against the bed, “and you know it,” 

Seonghwa lifts his head, kissing your lips before brushing his fingers along your jaw, “Just for now,” he murmurs. 

“Okay,” You crane your neck up to kiss him back, “but you remember what things were like with Dasom, you won’t hurt us,” 

Seonghwa smiles, and Yunho lifts his mouth away to slip his fingers under the edges of your panties and drag them down your thighs. “Us,” Yunho repeats, his voice content and soft. 

“I have an idea,” Seonghwa sighs, “how about you lie back and trust me, jagi,” 

“You know I do,” You didn’t mean to upset him, and of course there’s nothing wrong with him taking his time, but you’ve been gifted with time alone and you really, really want to use it. 

“Just hush,” He shakes his head, “close your eyes.” 

You snap them closed immediately, “Yes, sir,” 

“Mm,” Seonghwa makes a soft, negative noise as he shifts off the bed, “not today, okay? Just be with us,” 

You nod, feeling Yunho’s hands slide up over your hips to warmly ground you. 

The sound of a drawer opening perks you up though and you lift your head to try and hear better. 

“Baby,” Seonghwa says to Yunho, “how’s this?” 

“Perfect,” Yunho agrees, and you feel him shift on the mattress, his hands leaving your hips, “and get me the - yes, those,” 

“What are you two doing?” You finally ask, desperately eager and wanting to open your eyes. 

“My darling,” Seonghwa says, “we’re going to show you how much we love you,” 

“For as long as you can take,” Yunho adds, “as fast or slow as we want.”

Your body melts into the mattress, you know that tone of voice. You love that tone of voice. 

“Tell us if something doesn’t feel good,” Seonghwa’s voice is back at your side.

“I will,” You promise, and you can’t help the smile on your face. 

“Alright beautiful,” Seonghwa kneels by your side, “lift up, eyes stay closed.”

Yunho’s hand on your hip clarifies your other husband's words and you press up to lift your hips high. They’re prepping something, communicating silently with each other, and it leaves you wanting. You’re a second away from pleading with them to tell you their plans. 

“There we go,” Yunho says, “you can relax,” 

When you ease back down the sensation under you is different, a soft towel underneath your hips and you’re about to open your mouth and try to guess their plan, but your husbands push your thighs open wide and something warm and wet and slippery drips over your bare mound. 

You sigh out a soft moan as the warming oil slides down between your thighs, and then you feel it again. Warm oil spreads again, this time across your belly and breasts and you suddenly realize what they mean to do to you. It’s not often that you have the time for this kind of foreplay anymore, let alone the patience for it. Seonghwa isn’t necessarily wrong either, you love them when they’re bossy and firm and taunting, so room for this kind of slow worship is narrow. Except something about Yunho’s thumb gliding the oil down over your cunt is making you dizzy, so you let them give you what they want. 

“You’re beautiful,” Seonghwa murmurs into your ear as he smooths the oil up your chest and spreads it across your skin, “always, jagiya, but something about this,” 

“Mhm,” Yunho hums, his fingers slowly massaging your skin, close to your slit but never parting your folds, “so perfect,” 

“Please touch me,” Your voice is breathy, “please,” 

“We are touching you,” Yunho says and you can hear the teasing smile in his voice. 

“You know what I think?” Seonghwa sighs, sliding his hand over your breast again and massaging. 

“Tell me,” You arch into his touch, opening your legs wider for Yunho. 

“I think,” He squeezes your nipple a little harder than before, “we clearly haven’t been taking care of our darling properly if we didn’t even notice this.” He massages the oil down your chest over the soft, small swell of your stomach. 

You twitch beneath him, breath quickening. 

“We need to make it up to you, my love,” Yunho’s voice is low, husky as he stays focused on his task. Every warm rub of his fingers anywhere near your dripping slit has your hips jerking. 

“Oh, god,” You sigh. 

“Mm,” Seonghwa massages your chest again, “I think these are fuller, we missed that too, love,” 

“Oh,” You moan sharply as he pinches your nipples again. 

“You’re being so patient, sweetheart,” Yunho murmurs, the tips of his two fingers dipping inside you for just a moment. 

“G-God, do that again,” You press your body forward, begging for just a little more. 

“Yunho,” Seonghwa says, his voice firm, “hands off,”

Suddenly no one’s touching you, and you’re a breath away from screaming. Your body’s pulsating with need, not just the extended, slow foreplay bringing you up but the sheer amount of hormones coursing through your body that make you want to come so hard you hear colors. 

Still, you know better than to open your eyes. 

Seonghwa descends over you with ease, his mouth hot at your ear, and his words have you arching in the sheets. With a nip at your soft earlobe he says low, “Can we play with you, baby?” 

All you can manage is a stammering yes. 

“Let us play with your pretty body, baby,” He kisses your throat and a warm hand fully cups your sex. 

“A-anything, anything,” You’re almost embarrassed by how much of a puddle you already are, but it was exactly the same last time you were pregnant and you’re sure they’re loving every second. 

“Good, good girl,” Seonghwa murmurs, his voice tender, “I love you so much,” 

Blush floods your cheeks and you feel warm pinpricks behind your eyes, “I love you too, Hwa,” 

He kisses your cheek, your jaw, your throat, and then pulls back slightly before you feel the bed move, “Would you like clamps, or are you too sensitive?” 

Your eyes fly open and you immediately see Seonghwa above you, in his hand a familiar silver chain. You nod immediately, “Yes please,” 

“Are you sure?” He smiles, a little teasing as he palms one of your breasts and starts to lovingly tweak your nipple into a hardened peak. 

Warm pleasure sparks through you at his ministrations and you whimper, “Yes,”

He preps you easily, making sure you’re ready to take the clamps and your skin there is dry enough that they won’t slide off. Your eyes flick to Yunho who watches with rapt attention, his lips parting as Seonghwa secures one nipple clamp and then the other. 

“How’s that?” Seonghwa checks as he sets the second one. 

You’ve been sensitive lately, he’s certainly not wrong about that. Your breasts aching with the changes of your body, and you’ve been hyper aware of anything brushing along your nipples at all, let alone the sensation of a clamp, and if you're being honest it hurts. You hiss sharply as he releases the pressure of his hand and lets the clamp close, and he doesn’t rush to remove it but his eyes flick to yours. 

The initial pain fades to a kind of numbing warmth and you exhale slow and steady, “I’m okay, it feels good,” 

“And this?” He draws the chain tighter in his hand, just enough that the clamp pulls at your nipple. 

A shock of pleasure runs through your breast down your back, “Oh fuck, Hwa,” 

“Good,” He smiles, dropping the chain on your chest, “sit up a minute, would you?” 

“Sure,” You push yourself up and Yunho takes your hand to draw you up into a seated position on the towels. Seonghwa spreads another towel down behind you before shucking off his boxers and sliding behind you. As he situates, you realize what’s on the bed next to you. Next to the bottle of warming oil are two vibrators and a dildo. Yunho smiles as he sees your expression. 

“Come here,” Seonghwa says from behind you as he scoots closer, one leg on either side of you now, “lay back,” 

Yunho eases you back down onto your husband’s bare chest, “Comfortable?” 

“Mhm,” You assure him, “but I know you’re planning something, I know that look,” 

Yunho laughs and shakes his head, “If spending the morning making my wife come is planning something, then sure,” 

Your muscles clench around nothing at his words and you can’t help but wet your lips. 

“Now,” Yunho smiles, “just relax for us,” 

You nod, and Seonghwa pushes your hair back as you lay on his chest. His hands settle on your slick skin, massaging the oil into every part of you that he can touch, his hands never quite coming back to touch the clamps or their chain. With a sigh, you let your muscles relax fully and your legs fall open and slack against Seonghwa’s thighs. 

Yunho pushes off his knees and settles down next to you, sitting almost hip to hip with you, before uncapping the bottle of oil and pouring a little more out in his hand. 

You exhale low and slow, “Should I close my eyes?” 

Yunho glances back at you, “Do you want to?” 

“Do you want me to?” You clarify. 

He shakes his head, “We want what you want,” 

You swallow hard, your body lighting up at just the sight of his hands glistening and ready to please you, “I want to watch,” 

“Good girl,” Seonghwa chuckles, nipping at your ear and pressing kisses anywhere he can. 

“Now, please,” You sigh, widening your legs a little more, “Yunho, please,” 

“Shush,” He shakes his head, and you’re about to protest, but then he’s touching you and your mind is singing. 

Yunho slides his hand down and parts your slick folds with ease, his middle finger teasing your entrance repeatedly until he sinks it inside. You moan, tilting your hips up a little more. 

Seonghwa hums behind you as he watches, his cock stiff and aching behind you, but it hardly matters because right now their attention is laser focused on you and you alone. One of his hands travels up to cup your breast and slowly he starts kneading your soft flesh. 

“You’re so wet,” Yunho murmurs, almost to himself as he starts to rock his hand in a slow massaging rhythm, dragging his fingers down and back up your swelling clit before dipping inside you each and every time, “and tighter,” 

The feeling of his hand is already too much, applying perfect pressure and speed to knot your body up with need but never push you anywhere close to the edge of anything. He’s taking his sweet time, savoring you and your body, and you’d be embarrassed by the intensity and intimacy if it were anyone in the world but them. 

Seonghwa’s plush lips start to work over your throat, sucking at your pulse points and placing tender bites along the column of your neck. Your breath is thinner, thready and you can’t help the little whimper that bubbles out of you. 

Your eyes almost flutter shut, but Yunho’s other hand dips under your raised thigh and he glances back at you with warm eyes. 

“W-what,” You start to ask what that face is for, what he means to do, why he won’t speed up, but then his fingers press down on the tight ring of muscle between your cheeks and your voice cuts off in a tight moan. 

“Does it feel that good, baby?” Yunho presses his fingers inside, pumping them slow and deep. 

“Yun,” You moan, “more,” 

For the first time all morning, he listens. 

Yunho slides one hand to your clit, setting a firm pace of massaging circles while his other steadily pumps two fingers in and out of your ass, curled in just the right way to apply pressure where you need it while the slick pad of his middle finger stimulates your aching bud. 

“Oh, baby,” Seonghwa smiles against your throat, “is he making you feel good?” 

You nod, your face crinkling up as the edge of your orgasm starts to curl up and over you. 

“Tell us how good,” Seonghwa directs, and his hand slides down your sternum and takes the chain. 

“I’m,” Your breath catches and you roll your hips, “it feels so, so good,” 

“Good enough to come?” Seonghwa pulls the chain and you arch with it, the pull of the clamps against your prone nipples combined with the steady pulse of hands inside you making you keen. 

“Yes, fuck,” You choke. 

Yunho chuckles and his hand speeds up. 

“God, oh god,” You pant. 

Seonghwa massages your body with his free hand, deft fingers pressing in all the right ways over the soft, plush curves of your sides, your stomach, your thighs. His opposite hand pulls the chain with the slightest bit more force. 

You cry out, voice dying in your throat and your eyes clamp shut, body arching up in their hands. 

“Color, darling,” Seonghwa asks quickly, “you alright?” 

“Green,” You shake your head, “don’t you dare fucking stop,” 

“Come,” Yunho commands, doubling his efforts on your clit, “I know you need it,” 

“F-fuck,” Your body flushes with heat, slick wetness everywhere, and you can’t really get purchase on anything, but you try, your oiled hands gripping Yunho’s back and Seonghwa’s thigh. 

“Come on,” He bids again, “let go,” 

Seonghwa tugs the clamps again and your vision whites, your legs snapping shut and body curling as you crack open, nothing but a stuttering mess of moans and shivering limbs. 

“No,” Yunho wrenches your legs back open, “I’m not done with you,” 

Your mind doesn’t make sense of it until you feel the silicone nub of the suction vibrator. He works quickly, locating your clit with ease and closing the mouth of the toy over it before clicking it on. The sensation is immediate and it takes both of them holding your legs open wide to keep you from closing down on yourself and riding out the sensation. 

“Good, baby, yes,” Seonghwa’s fingers are tight on your skin, “what a fucking mess you are,” 

It takes all but thirty seconds of the sucking toy and Yunho’s fingers working your ass open for the familiar tight bubble to build again, only this time the pressure is all encompassing and you only have a second of conscious thought before the sound that leaves your lips is desperate and feral. 

“I’m gonna fucking come,” You scramble in Seonghwa’s arms and he tugs the clamps again, “I’m- I’m gonna,” 

Yunho rocks the toy, circling with the suction, and you swear you lose time. 

You come so impossibly hard you think you just might bring back your migraine, but it would be worth it for this. Clear fluid pulses out of you as you release and Yunho’s saying something encouraging as he coaxes you to come more with his fingers moving fast across your slick folds, but you can’t hear him. 

When your body starts to pull away from him and your moans turn to little overstimulated sobs, he pulls back and clicks off the toy, and drops low to press hungry kisses across your skin. He sighs against your inner thighs, nips at your soft belly, and can’t help himself when he takes a long, slow lap of your cunt. 

“I need you right now,” He confesses, “H-Hwa move,” 

“Slow down,” Seonghwa tries to bring him back down to earth, “take a breath,” 

Yunho’s hands tighten on your thighs. 

“Seonghwa,” You shake your head, “please,”

“Alright,” He murmurs, dropping the chain, “I got you.” 

He slides out from behind you, and then Yunho’s above you, wasting no time at all. He finds your entrance with ease, rocking his hips slowly until his cockhead catches inside you, and then with a slow press forward of his hips he fully seats himself inside. 

The stretch is delicious, dizzying and deep, and you moan, biting down on his shoulder. 

“Am-am I hurting you?” He asks, breathless. 

You shake your head, “No, you feel so perfect,” 

He drops his head against yours and sighs into your hair, “God, you’re so tight, I can’t,” 

Your muscles clench around him, pulsing wet and warm around his cock and he chokes, his hips dropping lower. 

“Jesus, fuck,” He breathes low through his nose, “I’m trying really hard not to fuck the life out of you,” 

“Mm,” You rock yourself up against his pelvis, “why don’t you,” 

“Because,” He shifts back enough that he can see your face, “I said slow,” 

He draws his hips back, dragging his hot length almost all the way out of your channel, before pushing in again just as torturously slowly. You moan, hard and arch in his hands, “Again, please, again,” 

He does, just as slowly. He repeats himself, and then his eyes flick over your body, softening at the sight of you below him. Yunho sighs, dropping over you so that your bodies are flush together, still careful to keep the bulk of his weight off you. His mouth closes on yours, tongue dipping into your mouth, sharing one single warm breath between you as he starts to roll his hips. You taste yourself on his skin, the sharpness heady and hot between you. 

You moan against his mouth, your skin slick with sweat and oil. He cups your cheek, drags his hand down your side, slipping a little and his head bumps softly against yours. You grin against his mouth and he laughs and suddenly you realize, this is your life. Held beautifully between these two men who love you like no one else has ever loved you, their child inside you, not a single second of it a dream. 

Your breath hitches softly and you can’t stop staring up at him grinning. 

“What?” He asks softly, studying your face. 

You kiss him soft, “I love you,” 

“I love you too, sweetheart,” He breathes, “so much, I can’t… I don’t even know how to say how much,” 

“Show me then,” You cup his cheek, drawing him closer, “please,” 

He slides his hands up the back of your arms, drawing them above you, “Hwa,” 

Seonghwa catches your wrists with ease, holding them to the mattress as he moves closer to watch you both and have his hands on you. Yunho turns his head and kisses his shoulder, the closest part of Seonghwa’s skin he can reach, before snaking his way down your chest. 

“Use me,” He cups your hip, drawing you tight to his body, “I don’t want to hurt you,” 

“You won’t,” You assure him, threading your fingers into his hair. 

He shakes his head, “Use me anyways,” he says, bearing down his hips so that your clit is pressed up hard against his pubic bone, “please,” 

You draw him close, finding purchase with your heels on the mattress, and slowly you start to rock, grinding your body up into his. You sigh, the pleasant feeling of it spreading through you already, and he smiles against your chest. 

Yunho’s kisses grow hotter, little bites across as your skin and his hot breath across your nipples, but you moan when his teeth close over the chain and he draws back his head, pulling it taught. 

“Oh,” You shake, your hips stuttering to a stop, “oh, god,” 

Yunho nods, tapping your hip with his hand and begging you to start moving again. He holds your gaze as he pulls back, and suddenly you’re straining against the lead, the clamps pulling you perfectly and striking a hot stroke of need through your entire body. 

“Don’t stop,” Seonghwa offers, filling in where his husband can’t given his full mouth. 

“I can’t,” You whine, almost too tired and raw to work yourself against him like he wants. 

“Give her more,” Seonghwa instructs, and with just the slightest adjustment of Yunho’s head, the clamps pull harder. 

You’re crumbling. Desperate need strikes in your belly and you roll up into him, your muscles are aching but if you just keep going, just a little more, you’ll give him what he wants and what you know your body needs. 

His hips drop a fraction more and he hisses through his teeth, your cunt pulsing and aching as you build up, close to the edge and ready to tip over it. 

“Please,” You babble, even though you don’t know what you’re begging for. 

Yunho groans as you shift, his cock inside you bumping again and again into a velvet spot. 

“Beautiful,” Seonghwa sighs, his hands squeezing your wrists, “look at how well you take Yunho’s cock, hmm?” 

Your eyes roll, thighs starting to shake.

“Is he deep in your pretty cunt, sweet girl?” He drops his lips to your ear, pushing you closer and closer, “Do you love it?” 

“Y-yes,” You work yourself against him harder, the rolling pressure of his firm body against your sensitive clit bringing you closer and closer to release. 

“You do love our cocks, don’t you?” Seonghwa smiles, reaching between you and taking the chain from between Yunho’s teeth. 

“God, yes,” Your legs wrap around Yunho’s hips and hold him steady as you jut against him. 

“Are you close?” Yunho asks, voice broken and tight. 

“L-let me go,” Your wrists jerk against Seonghwa’s hands and he releases you immediately. Your hands fly forwards, bracing on Yunho’s shoulder and side, nails digging in as you hold onto him, “please, Yunho, move, please,” 

He sighs heavily, his hips jerking against yours and finally, finally he can’t resist it. 

You can feel how much control he’s using, trying his best to not thrust too hard or hold you too tightly, but it doesn’t matter. The rhythmic drag of his cock over your g-spot over and over sends you up, and when Seonghwa pulls down on the chain between your bodies, it all crashes into you again. 

Yunho groans at the feeling of your release, pulling back and out of you suddenly and Seonghwa switches focus. The chain drops on your chest as he moves and when your eyes open, you nearly come again just from the sight. 

Yunho still has one hand braced on your hip, but leans against Seonghwa, their lips crashed together. Seonghwa’s hand works fast over Yunho’s slick cock, and with a shuddering groan Yunho comes hard, his nails digging into your skin as he paints your body with ropes of hot, white cum. 

“Oh my god,” You breathe, your body still trembling. 

Yunho’s chest is heaving, bright pink with blush and shining with sweat, and Seonghwa brushes his fingers through his hair, pressing kisses across his face as he releases Yunho’s now softening cock. It takes him a moment to recover, but when he does, Yunho’s eyes find yours immediately, “Okay?” 

You nod, emotion flooding you as your mind finally starts to reconnect after the haze of orgasm after orgasm. Now your body is aching. You wince a little at the taut clamps, reaching for them to remove them yourself but Yunho moves more quickly. 

“I got it,” He soothes you, “Does it hurt?” 

“Not too much,” You ease him, sighing pleasantly as he unclips them. 

“Here, love,” Seonghwa uses a towel to clean you off, and it’s no replacement for a shower but it’ll let you relax here for a little bit longer until you can trust your legs. 

Yunho drops the clamps onto the side table along with the other toys, any of the ones unused forgotten in a minute. He hadn’t meant to fuck you, that wasn’t in the plan necessarily, but logic and reason left his brain the minute he saw you falling apart on his fingers. 

You’re blushing hard and recovering, limbs still a little shaky, when Seonghwa clears away the towels and pulls the sheet up over your body. He tosses the towels in the hamper and clears away the clothes off the floor, and he’s heading for the shower when your brain starts firing on all cylinders. 

“Seonghwa,” You call into the bathroom, listening as he starts the water. 

“Hmm?” He calls. 

You trade a quick smile with Yunho who’s still collapsed at your side before you call back, “Baby, I’m not done with you,” 

The look on his face when slips back into the bedroom is priceless, one brow raised and his shaggy black hair a mess of slight curls, “You need more?” 

“No,” You sigh, stretching and rolling onto your side, “you do,” 

His eyes flick over you, “You really don’t have to,” 

Yunho huffs behind you, “Just come back to bed,” 

“I know I don’t have to,” You sigh, pushing yourself up to a kneeling position on the bed, “but I want to,” 

Since getting up, Seonghwa had thrown a towel around his hips but you can still see the hard line of his cock beneath it, pushing against the thick fabric and begging to be touched. You wonder if he was going to try to quickly take care of things in the shower, try not to bother you with his needs, and that thought makes you want him even more. 

“Hwa,” You repeat, “come over here,” 

The corner of his mouth tips up in a smile and he makes his way back to the edge of the bed, “Yeah?” 

Your hands slide over his chest and find the top knotted corner of the towel, “Yeah,” you breathe, pulling the towel apart and letting it drop to the floor, “Yunho, can you help?” 

“What do you need, baby?” Yunho shuffles across the bed to be at your side. 

“Do you think Seonghwa would like my mouth? Or yours?” You ask, feigning innocence. 

“Yours,” Seonghwa interrupts, cupping your cheek, not waiting for flirty banter. 

Yunho laughs softly and nods, “There’s your answer,” 

“Sorry,” Seonghwa sighs, “I didn’t mean to answer that fast,” 

Yunho shakes his head, “I’d pick her too,” he stands, “but maybe I can still help, hmm?”

You feel Seonghwa’s fingers twitch along your jaw as he waits for what’s next, and you take the moment to reposition. You slide down onto your front, propped up on a pillow and using your leg for leverage, and then when you look back up you’re perfectly eye to eye with his pink, aching cock. 

A hand closes around it and Seonghwa moans, and your eyes flick up to see Yunho pressed flush behind Seonghwa and reaching around him. The smile on Yunho’s face is wolfish and hungry, his lips at his husband’s ear, “Do you like when I touch you?” 

Seonghwa sighs heavily and melts back into him, “Yes,” 

“Do you like when our baby touches you too?” Yunho pumps his hand and meets your eyes, nodding for you to get involved. 

You let saliva gather in your mouth, and slowly rake your nails down Seonghwa’s bare thigh, then back up to dance close to the base of his cock, down again so your fingers can slide over his balls. 

“y/n,” He chokes, “Jesus,” 

“Shh,” You murmur, and with your hands braced on his hips, you let the gathered saliva drip from your tongue over his cockhead. 

His cock jumps at the sensation, and Yunho’s hand sweeps up to take your saliva and work it down Seonghwa’s shaft as lubricant. You spit again, and once again Yunho catches it and pumps his hand up and down. 

“Baby,” You say softly, almost lazily, pressing a featherlight kiss to his velvet tip, “can I have a taste?” 

He fights the urge to jerk his hips and he nods. 

You lean forward, and Yunho slides his hand away so you can work your mouth deeply over him. Seonghwa might want to take it slow with you, but you don’t want to take it slow with him. You know they’re just being careful with you, considerate and lovely given the baby, but there’s nothing you want less than to take it slow right now. 

You surge forward, taking him down your throat in one move, your tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft until you’re pressed against his pubic bone and steadying your breathing. 

Seonghwa’s cock jumps in your mouth and he curses, hand tight in your hair now. 

“Oh, she’s hungry,” Yunho teases, “look at her,” 

“I’m looking,” Seonghwa’s voice is breathy, “God, darling, warn me next time,” 

You make a negative noise, and he groans at the vibration. You don’t warn him, when you draw back and sink forward again and then set a pace, your wet lips tight on his cock, tongue flicking at his length, hollowing out your cheeks to draw that suction you know makes him crumble. 

“Fuck,” His hand locks onto your scalp and you moan around him. 

“Does that feel good?” Yunho’s voice is husky above you, “I can give you more,” 

You suck hard and Seonghwa groans and you know whatever combination of your mouth on his cock and Yunho’s hands doing something has Seonghwa ready to melt. 

“Mess,” Yunho groans, “you and your pretty fucking mouth,” 

Seonghwa shudders. 

You pull back, taking a heaving breath and clearing your throat before you find your voice, “Fuck my face,” 

Seonghwa moans and you look up to see the way that Yunho’s teeth are attached to his husband’s throat, fingers expertly tweaking at his nipples and helping make the man a shaky mess. At you words, Yunho lifts up and moves right back to Seonghwa’s ear, “Don’t make her wait,” 

There’s a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, and you’re about to tell him that being pregnant does not in fact make you a virginal saint and he can and should come down your throat, but he reaches the same conclusion a second later and tugs you forward by the hand in your hair. 

“I didn’t say stop,” He says gruffly, pushing your head back towards him. 

You open your mouth wide and accept him with a deeply genuine sigh. 

“Your mouth,” Seonghwa thrusts forwards, knocking his hips against your lips and forcing your throat open, “is almost better than your pretty pussy,” 

You whine, breathing slow through your nose and opening up the back of your throat more for him. 

“Almost as tight,” His hips find a rhythm, “almost as warm,” 

“Almost as wet,” You feel another hand in your hair, Yunho brushing the hair from your eyes. 

“But I only get to hear you like this when I’m down your throat,” Seonghwa pants, bucking his hips as he holds you perfectly still to accept him, “I’m in love with this sound,” 

You choke a whine, trying again to regain your breath, and you’re dizzy but he’s so, so close. 

Yunho’s hand finds yours and he gives you a squeeze, an offered lifeline if it gets to be too much, but you don’t need it. You brush your thumb along his knuckles to let him know you’re more than fine, despite the heady, wet noises in the room. 

“Oh, fuck,” Seonghwa curses as his pace stammers a moment, and you double down with the suction, “fuck, darling,” 

“Fill her pretty mouth,” Yunho urges him, “come,” 

It takes two more thrusts before he groans, locking your head to his pelvis and spilling himself deeply down the back of your throat, so far you barely taste him. 

You give him a moment, but when you’re sure he’s done and just holding you in the afterglow you squeeze Yunho’s hand. 

“Come here,” Yunho must indicate something to Seonghwa, because he pulls out of your mouth slowly and takes a step back. Yunho drops into your eyeline and finds your gaze, “okay?” 

You swallow hard, clearing your throat and nodding, “Mhm,” 

“That was,” Seonghwa trails off, no words really enough to justify the orgasm he just had but he leans against the side table and exhales heavily. 

“Really hot?” You offer. 

He chuckles, “Yeah,” 

As you steady you see immediately that Yunho is rock hard again and you smile, “Are we ever going to get out of this bed?” 

“I have a better idea,” Yunho grins, and he moves forwards and wraps his arms around you. 

“What-” You start to ask, but then he’s hauling you up over his shoulder and you’re falling apart into hysterical laughter, “Where are we going? Put me down!”

“Nope,” He says, “I’ve got more plans for you,” 

Seonghwa follows you both, and then you realize the shower was never turned off. The bathroom is full of hot steam, enveloping all of you the minute Seonghwa shuts the door. 

“We’re multitasking,” Yunho slides you off his shoulder to the floor, kissing your cheek as he does and reaching in to check the temperature. 

Seonghwa wraps his arms around you, hand closing over your belly as he nuzzles your head, “Good, because I have plans too,” 

They have you again in the shower, Seonghwa on his knees between your thighs, and then once more braced against the glass doors. It’s insatiable, your need for each other, even after all these years. You’ve shared everything with them, every inch of your body and desires. Not a single moment of it worth trading away. 

It takes time to come out of your hazy morning, every time you think of pulling away something brings you back. Their lips, hands, tongues, cocks. Every part and piece of them. 

But eventually, after what feels like hours, you’re clean and dry and changing the sheets. 

You only have a little more time before Dasom comes home and your life changes once again forever, so you slip back into bed with them for just a little while longer. 

Seonghwa strokes your stomach slowly, lips on your cheek as he does and kissing the corner of your mouth, “I think it’s a girl,” 

“Yeah?” You murmur, Yunho curling closer behind your back so that you’re all tighter together. 

“Mhm,” Seonghwa smiles, “I have a feeling.” 

“You thought Dasom was a boy,” You point out softly. 

“No,” He shakes his head, “I know it this time,” 

“Do you want another girl?” You murmur. 

“I think so,” He confesses, “it just feels right,” 

“You know,” Yunho kisses your shoulder softly, “I think you’re right, I think it’s a girl,” 

“I don’t want you to be disappointed if it’s a boy,” You find his hand between you, threading your fingers together. 

“Nothing about our baby could disappoint me,” His brows knit together as he shakes his head, “girl, boy, Yunho’s… mine, it… none of it matters, it’s just a feeling,” 

“You really mean that,” You smile softly. 

“I really do,” He nods, “no matter what, they’ll be so loved,” 

Yunho’s breath catches in your ear, and you can’t quite see his face but he reaches past you and cups Seonghwa’s face, his thumb stroking along his husband’s cheek, “Oh, yeobo,” he sighs, “of course they will.” 

You duck into Seonghwa’s chest, pressing a kiss to his skin, “You have so much love to give, Hwa,”

His warm hand on your belly is a comforting weight, grounding and sure and he nods against your hair. 

“Dasom will be home soon,” Yunho murmurs, and you can hear his voice is tight and shaky, “we probably shouldn’t be crying messes when she gets here,” 

“I’m not crying,” You grin against Seonghwa’s chest. 

“Me either,” 

“Right,” Yunho takes a deep breath, “fine, I can’t be crying when she gets home then.” 

“Aw,” You twist in his arms to face him, cupping his cheek, “baby,” 

“Don’t,” He scrubs at his eyes, “you know I cry at everything,” 

Seonghwa laughs, snuggling closer, “We know,” 

“I’m just,” He sighs, “fuck, I’m really happy,” 

“Me too,” You kiss him softly. 

Seonghwa nods, “Me too,” 

“Sometimes I think about the night we met,” Yunho smiles, pushing your hair behind your ear and glancing over your shoulder at Seonghwa who makes a soft humming noise of recognition. 

“Yeah?” You cup his cheek. 

“We almost left you there,” Yunho confesses, “did I ever tell you that?” 

“No,” You study his eyes. 

“We were watching you for a little while,” He strokes your neck softly, “and I said we shouldn’t bother you. You looked ready for a date, I was sure whoever the guy was was just running late. You looked… beautiful, I thought there was no way someone would let you just sit there all night.” 

“You’ve never told me that,” You shake your head, “are you serious?” 

“Mhm,” He nods, and then his eyes travel up to Seonghwa, “but then he said, ‘What’s the worst that happens? We buy a pretty girl a drink and go home?’” 

The idea that they would have left, there at the end of the bar one second and gone the next. Interesting strangers and a passing thought in your whole life. 

“So you changed your mind?” You manage. 

“It would have been the worst mistake of my life,” Yunho says. 

“Our lives,” Seonghwa corrects. 

“Mine too,” You tug them closer, wrapping them tight around you, “and I wouldn’t have even known it,” 

Your phone buzzes on the side table and you smile, it’s probably close to that time. Dasom would be ancy to come home and at the end of Nari’s good graces. You shift to get up, but they tug you right back down. 

“Five more minutes,” Yunho shakes his head. 

“But,” You start to say. 

“Just five,” He repeats. 

For a little longer, it’s just the three of you. Tucked between them, you imagine the life you might have had without them. You would have found someone, you might have had children with them. You might have bought a house or moved out of Seoul. You would probably be happy, in that other life in that other place, you might be happy it’s not impossible. But it wouldn’t be this. Full, complete, whole. You might in some other life be a wife, but not their wife. You might in some other life have a child, but not Dasom. Not this new life. You can’t conceive of it. You’re sure you would have figured it out, but you can’t really imagine how without them. 

Your phone rings again on the nightstand, and slowly you unfold yourself from their arms to pick it up. Yunho slips his hand under the hem of your shirt while you talk to Nari, Seonghwa presses warm kisses across your neck. Not long now. 

The day stretches into itself until the afternoon sun warms your sheets and your skin. The door downstairs opens and you hear your daughter's fast footfalls on the stairs. Your stomach turns with nervous butterflies, but your husbands hold you close and the wing beats calm to a subtle flutter. You think maybe they’re not butterflies, maybe they’re something more. In an excited rush Dasom pushes through the door and throws herself up on the bed. Strong arms catch her and bring her in to cuddle close. She’s home, and now you all are too, together always. 

[bombuni]

can i get a yunhwa x reader texts? I absolutely love your poly texts !! thank u

random bf!yunhwa texts

warnings: suggestiveness and that’s it :)

bom note: i feel like my text fics r for a very niche sense of humor… but im glad u guys enjoy it!

[k-hotchoisan]

hello dearest 🥰

hard hours are open? so are my legs for this:

thoughts on writing a full story?

love you and your work, have a blessed new years ❤️

7 minutes of compensation

<seonghwa x fem!reader x yunho>

Coming back upset and disappointed at how your date turned out, Seonghwa and Yunho decide on a way to compensate you, in their own pretty little way.

Rating: R - explicit

Genres/Warnings: pwp, smut, 3some, oral (f receiving), riding, orgasms, fratboys!ateez, pet names, unprotected sex, face fucking, cream pies, dacryphilia, fingering, reader is a brat and it's deserved, pussy slapping (only once)

Word count: 3.6K

a/n: super late on this one, but this prompt was perfect for @atzhouse frat boys event <3 enjoy and indulge heavily 🩷 also thank you to my lovely @bro-atz for helping me develop the plot i could kiss u to death!!

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You were gonna fucking kill them. The both of them. As much as you adored them as your roommates, you swear they fucking sucked at matchmaking, or either that, their fraternity has men that are less than subpar. 

Unfortunately for Yunho, he happened to be in the line of fire, and he got the heat first—meeting your cold gaze, then your sharp eye rolls which truthfully, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him until you blocked his path, arms folded tightly across your chest, your bottom lip sucked in from sheer annoyance, and even though Yunho pretty much towered over you, for once, you don’t feel small. 

“Is it a thing in your little groupie that none of y’all can even reach the bare minimum of being a man?” You spit, narrowing your eyes, tilting your head. 

Yunho scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. “I’m not following, y/n”, he replies. Even though you know he’s being honest, unfortunately, he’s still part of the stupid fraternity, and technically he seconded introducing this poor excuse of a male to you.

“Where’s Park Seonghwa? Is he hiding from me because he fucking knew that son of a bitch was a sorry excuse of a man?” You grunt, attempting to push past Yunho, who quickly grabs you by the shoulders before you actually start acting on impulse and causing some property damage. It works. Barely.

“Hey, hey. Y/n, you need to tell me what happened before you decide to burn our dorm to the ground,” Yunho says, trying to meet your glacial eyes. God, Yuhno is so fucking lucky that he has a personality of a cotton ball because that’s what he could turn you into in an instant just with his gentle voice and soft demeanor. You kind of knew it wasn’t really his fault that the male he and Seonghwa introduced ended up being completely a piece of shit, but still. 

No. You weren’t about to falter at Yunho’s warm gaze and the way he’s leaning into you, his hands firm on your shoulders. Deep inside, you knew Yunho was the last person to be unreasonable. 

Your hard stare is slowly softening and the hostility is slowly dissolving much to your dismay, but you still hold your pout, now turning more cranky than mad.

You decide taking a deep breath to start your complaint would be the right way about it, especially since it helped with hiding your tears that were just threatening to fall. 

At that moment, Seonghwa emerges from his room, having heard the commotion from the common space, his face as clueless as Yunho’s. Yunho turns away from you, the grip on your shoulders lightening as he stands up straight to look at the older male. 

Seonghwa’s stare blank as he shuts his door, “I heard my name. What’s going on?”

Now there the three of you were—on your bed, Seonghwa on your left, Yunho on your right, the both of them exchanging glances at each other, not wanting to break the silence or you’d end up breaking their necks. Your arms are still crossed, and your expression now a pout rather than some intention to commit murder within the dorm. You made them sit with each other in complete silence while you decided to take a shower to hopefully wash off the vexation, obviously to no avail. At least you smelled nice.

“The guy the both of you introduced”, you huff another deep breath, “not only fucking sucked in bed but tell me why none of you told me he was fucking someone else?” 

Another exchange of glances, this time with panic and confusion swirling in their eyes. You stand up and face them, your hands on your hips.

“We swear we didn’t know”, Seonghwa is the first to respond, his hands raised defensively. “He said he was interested in you, and we just…”

“Linked the both of you up, since you offhandedly mentioned that he was pretty cute”, Yunho continues. 

You smile, which doesn’t reach your eyes on top of dripping with anything but kindness or satisfaction, well, given the complete fuckery your stupid date put you through. You lean forward, stroking Seonghwa’s jaw, and for a moment, he seems entranced by your gaze, growing slightly breathless for a split second.

“Did you know who he was fucking?” You ask, and it comes off as a rhetorical pop quiz question, which both Seonghwa and Yunho knew better than even trying to guess, lest you have their heads in your arms by the time this is over. 

Seonghwa’s tongue slips out, wetting his plump lips out of nervousness. Sometimes you think Seonghwa looks absolutely delectable when he stares up at you with his doe eyes. You watch him shake his head. 

Then you let go of the poor man, leaving him to catch his breath on top of having the smell of your body soap almost shutting the rest of his senses down.

“His ex-girlfriend”, you spit, accompanied by a roll of your eyes. Both males had expressions that were equivalent to being a deer in headlights, which slightly cushioned your hostility because it seemed that they genuinely didn’t know about this. 

“I’m sorry to hear about that”, Yunho says, and there’s a glint of guilt in his eyes you barely catch. His hands reach out to yours, hoping to appease your anger slightly, and Seonghwa mirrors his reaction.

“Y/n, I’ll make sure he never contacts you ever, alright?” Seonghwa follows, his fingers gently stroking yours, making a mental note to bash his fraternity mate into the wall when he has the chance to. “Yunho and I will make sure of that.”

“I can’t believe he fucking fumbled a chance like that”, Yunho mutters. 

You remove your hands from the two males, crawling towards the headboard, letting your head rest on the endless amount of pillows, both Seonghwa and Yunho trailing you with their eyes, watching the way your shorts were riding dangerously up your thighs. 

“I want compensation, from the both of you”, you remark, your eyes darting to your phone screen, gradually getting distracted as your anger slowly dissipates. “On top of him being a piece of shit, he fucks like a loser. You have guys like that in your fraternity to represent how y’all fuck or what?” 

It takes less than a millisecond for Seonghwa’s gaze to darken, which you don’t notice until your phone gets snatched from your hands. You are about to part your lips to complain, that is, until you see the poison dripping from Seonghwa’s gaze. Before you can register it, a pair of arms lift you from below, and you’re facing Seonghwa, while being seated on Yunho’s lap. Yunho’s arms are wrapped around you, and you realise you’re trapped. 

“No, Angel. We don’t fuck like that piece of shit does”, Seonghwa corrects you, his voice calm and almost angelic, if it wasn’t for the fact that his tone is tinted with anything but. 

“We fuck better.”

“You shouldn’t lump us with guys like him, that hurts our feelings y’know”, Yunho chimes behind you, his voice tickling your ear. 

Seonghwa’s lips are inches away from yours, “Believe me, we’ll compensate you fully.”

You feel your heart hammering in your chest, the tension in the air climbing up in levels at a rapid pace. Seonghwa doesn’t intend to give you the time to form your thoughts before his lips are on yours, gentle yet greedy, growing more possessive by the second, and you let yourself melt into his lips, his touch, his seduction. 

Soft moans escape your lips the more Seonghwa lets his tongue swipe yours and your lips. Fuck. Yunho’s fingers snake underneath your shirt, sending goosebumps all over your abdomen until he reaches your tits, and his fingers begin to roll your nipples against his fingertips as he alternates between squeezing your full tits, enjoying the whimpers you’re voicing while Seonghwa makes a mess out of your lips. Your mind is slowly slipping, and the next thing you’re feeling is the way your panties are getting soaked by the second. 

Seonghwa pulls back, licking away the string of saliva connecting both of your lips, watching your lips swollen and your face flush, with a smile on his face. 

Yunho’s hands leave your tits, and he brings up your shirt past your shoulders while Seonghwa pulls off your shorts, exposing the pretty wet patch on your panties. 

“Look at you, so pretty and wet for us”, Yunho hums, his hand reaching down past your panties, and you gasp at the feeling of his fingertips drawing circles on your wet clit. He does it so painfully slow and you swear he’s doing it on purpose. 

“Yunho-“, you mutter breathlessly, your hands grabbing his muscled arm. Seonghwa pulls your panties to the side, revealing your soaking pussy, just begging to be filled up. Yunho shifts his hands from underneath your panties to where Seonghwa had pulled them to the side.

They weren’t about to let you have your way, at least not yet. 

“Now, are you taking back what you said about us fucking like losers?” Seonghwa asks, guiding Yunho’s fingers going back to circling between your clit and your sopping hole. You swear you were about to lose your fucking mind. 

You stare at Seonghwa, eyes slowly getting glazed out the more Yunho’s fingertips grazed along your clit. 

“No.”

Yunho’s hand makes impact on your cunt, making you gasp, your eyes blowing open from the shock that climbed along your spine, the sound wet and loud. 

“Wrong answer, dollface”, Yunho hisses into your ear, barely giving you a second to catch your breath before his fingers plunge into your cunt, your head falling back against his shoulders, a broken curse slipping past your lips.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet. You’ve just been thinking of this, haven’t you?” Yunho curses, feeling your soft walls squeeze against his fingers whenever his fingers enter you on top of the pretty squelching sounds your pussy was making for him. 

Yunho presses against your g-spot, and you jolt slightly, your legs spreading wider on instinct accompanied by another moan, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the two males.

Yunho’s suddenly fingers pull out and you’re ready to protest from the denial, until you feel something harder and thicker pressing against your spine. Shit. 

Seonghwa unlocks your phone and taps on the timer app, filtering through numbers before he shifts the screen to your view.

“We’ll make you cum in seven minutes as compensation, Angel”, Seonghwa promises. He looks so confident too. “If we don’t, then you can do whatever you want with us.”

“But if we do, you’ll take back your words, and we’ll do whatever we want with you, with your consent of course”, Yunho adds. 

Truthfully, the deal was a matter of pride rather than anything else, and you being sandwiched by your hot roommates on top of it? Just the cherry on top. 

“Fine”, you agree, and Yunho, tips your chin to face him, lowering himself to press his lips on yours before passing you over to Seonghwa, who also seals the deal with a kiss. 

“That’s a good girl”, Seonghwa hums, pressing his thumb against the corner of your lips. “Yunho should fuck you, right? Since he was the first person who caught your heat.” 

“But he’s-“

“It’ll fit, dollface. I’ve seen the dildos you fuck yourself with. My dick will fit you just perfectly”, Yunho cuts you off, leaving your heart to slam against your chest. 

Yunho lifts you up as he positions you right about his thick cock before he lowers you down, completely splitting you open as his cock fills you up all the fucking way, leaving your thoughts and sanity somewhere else by now. 

“How are you feeling, Angel?” Seonghwa even has the courtesy to fucking ask.  Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, both from pleasure and pressure. 

“So fuckin’ full. Fuck”, you mutter, your mind in a complete haze as you attempt to adjust to Yunho’s size. Seonghwa swallows hard at the way your pussy is just stretching to fit Yunho in plain sight before he starts the timer. 

Then he lowers himself to your filled cunt, and licks up your clit, making you jerk.

Oh boy, these two are definitely about to drive you crazy.

Your head falls onto Yunho’s shoulders as you try to pace your breathing, but with Seonghwa at your cunt lapping your cream while Yunho has your pussy filled? It seemed like an impossible mission. 

As Yunho fits into you, dragging against your walls and pressing dangerously close to your g-spot, Seonghwa’s slow and wet licks against your clit only stimulated and soaked you more to widen up to further fit in Yunho—now a complete cycle of hell of Seonghwa eating your pussy out making Yunho’s cock sit deeper in you which in turn made your clit all the more sensitive towards Seonghwa eating your cunt out. You were sure you wouldn’t last long at this rate. 

A quick glance at the timer—two minutes had passed, and yet it felt like an eternity from how much stimulation you were getting. Soon enough, you were confident that time wouldn’t even exist as a whole. 

Your body shudders in pleasure once more when Seonghwa licks another stripe up your cunt, trying to hold your composure, only for it to be broken down when Seonghwa’s wet lips suck on your clit, your mind blanking out from the sensation. 

“Such a good fucking girl for us, y/n”, Yunho’s gentle voice barely registering in your head. He glances at the timer. “Four more minutes for us to break you. You know it’s okay to just let go and ruin your bedsheets right? We’ll wash them for you.” Jesus fucking Christ.

The numbers on the timer on your phone continue to descend agonisingly slow and the looming, ticklish feeling of an orgasm is just threatening to spill over at any moment. Your mind begins to drift off, shrouded in the mist of pleasure, with Yunho, low moans as the icing on the cake whenever he feels your walls squeeze around you, his praises sounding like a hymn. 

Seonghwa switches between his tongue and fingers, the only denominator is him making sure to send you off the edge, casting his gorgeous eyes upwards to meet yours, watching your reactions like a hawk. The cream around the base of Yunho’s cock grows thicker every time he pulls out from your stretched hole.

At the sixth minute, you realise you are a lost cause—Seonghwa licking and grazing his fingertips against your wet clit while Yunho has his cock balls deep in you, hitting deep fucking spots in your cunt. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck”, you cry out, your eyes screwed shut, barely processing Yunho’s kisses down your neck as he stuffs you full once more. Seonghwa pulls back, licking your cream off his lips before they pull into a smirk, then making sure he overstimulates and sends your whole body into an orbit with his fingers on your clit. Stars scatter and burst into your eyelids, you barely were able to keep them open when your cum spurts out of you, alongside your cries about feeling so fucking good while you screamed both of Yunho's and Seonghwa’s names, diluting the cum from Yunho who fills you up warm seconds after. 

Both men watch you unravel in complete awe and adoration. They should have done this sooner if they knew your cunt would be this fucking good.

“Six minutes and fifteen seconds”, Seonghwa brings up your phone with a smile. “You did fare pretty well, Angel.”

He lifts you off Yunho’s cock, his cum trickling past your trembling inner thighs, and Yunho groans from the sensitivity, giving his wet cock a couple of pumps. You were not in any position to complain, not when your body is barely recovering from your high, because you’re on your stomach, facing Yunho’s thick cock, your eyes rolling back once more when you feel Seonghwa’s cock stretching you open once more. Your face buried in the sheets, your fist digging into the fabric, your ass automatically lifting to accommodate Seonghwa.

“Fuck. You’re still so fucking tight, Angel. Were you waiting for me to fuck you next? You’re just begging for me to fuck Yunho’s cum out of you, aren’t you?”

You could only muster a weak whine of Seonghwa’s name before Yunho’s cock gently taps on your cheek. You look up at Yunho, your eyes completely glazed out, realising your mouth suddenly feeling very empty.

As Seonghwa slides his cock out of you, your phone suddenly lights up, the vibration catching both boys’ attention. Yunho glances over and cocks an eyebrow when he sees the caller ID flash across the screen. He looks over at Seonghwa who catches his eye, then nods to his older friend to pick up the call. Seonghwa reaches over, even as he’s still fucking his cock in you, and slides answer.

“Hey.”

“Hello? Seonghwa Hyung? Isn’t this y/n’s phone?”

Seonghwa glances down at you, ass still bouncing off his fat cock while taking Yunho’s cock in your mouth, your body twitching from time to time on top trying to fit Yunho in your mouth. 

“Y/n’s not available right now. She’s a little…preoccupied.”

There’s a pause for a moment. 

“O-oh. ‘Cause I was meaning to talk to her about the ex-girlfriend thing and-“

“H-Hwa”, you whimper, feeling your brain short-circuiting every time his hips snap against yours, feeling your brain up with nothing but just cock. Seonghwa returns your look with nothing less than affection before he bothers to focus back on his friend’s endless amount of excuses for acting like a piece of shit.

“You don’t need to anymore, dude.”

“What? Wait I don’t-“

Seonghwa smirks into the phone. “She’s not interested anymore—Ah fuck, that’s it Angel.”

“What the fuck is going on there?!”

Seonghwa only chuckles in reply, hitting the loudspeaker for Yunho to reply him, “Don’t worry about y/n, she’s well taken care of. Better than however the fuck you did, that’s for sure.” Yunho strokes your jaw, encouraging you to fit more of him in your mouth, biting back a curse when look up at him with doe eyes, spit and precum just coating his cock every time you bob your head.

“We definitely need a little talk when we see you. Until then, maybe learn to fuck better”, Seonghwa adds, before disconnecting the line, ignoring the sudden myriad of messages barging and spamming your inbox from said male. Well, you were busy. 

Seonghwa’s attention snaps back to you once more when he feels your cunt squeeze around him, and the way your pussy is just endlessly creaming on his cock is just driving Seonghwa closer to his high, partnered with the obscene sounds bouncing off the walls he knew his fraternity brother definitely heard.  

“That’s a good fucking girl. You’re doing so well for me. Fuck. I’m gonna cum. So fucking close, Angel”, Seonghwa hisses, his thrusts becoming more erratic, cock mindlessly hitting deeper spots of your poor cunt before he feels you completely let go and cum right on his cock as well, his warm cum filling up your cunt.

Yunho isn’t faring any better, his eyes are glazed out at the way your throat is closing around his cock every time he slips it in, and when your eyes roll back with your mouth covering the entirety of his cock, clenching him again at the back of your throat, Yunho can’t help but cum down your tight pretty throat with a strangled groan, along with praises of you taking his cock like his good little girl, and how you’re taking all of his cum so well, which only makes your mind buzz with pleasure on top of both of your holes being filled up. 

Yunho jerks back slightly on instinct from the overstimulation, before his hands cup your jaw to assist you pull out. Cum dribbles down the corner of your lips from your futile attempt to swallow it all, but Yunho simply grabs a handful of tissues for you to spit in should you need to. Then his lips press onto your forehead, his voice like honey in your ears as he praises you for taking him and Seonghwa. 

Seonghwa on the other hand, had pulled out of you, swallowing hard as his cum mixed with Yunho’s seeps past your folds, dripping onto his half hard cock. Seonghwa thinks he could go another round, but not now. The thought of ruining your pussy over and over again is definitely the most enticing to him,   but he makes mental note to delete and block the twat’s number on your phone while you go wash up. 

The exhaustion is slowly kicking into your body, considering you’ve never been fucked this good, but Yunho insists to wash you up before you rest in either one of their rooms, which you don’t put up much of a fight against, considering the state of you right now. 

Yunho, slightly displeased that Seonghwa insisted on snuggling on his bed as well, the three of you sharing Yunho’s bed, with you in the middle. As Seonghwa combs through your hair with his fingers, you suddenly remember the phone call. 

You look up to both of them and ask, “Who called just now?” Evidently, you were so deep into your pleasure that who called didn’t even register in your mind, the faint memory of the dull vibration of your phone being the only thing you recall. 

Yunho and Seonghwa exchange glances before their eyes shoot back to you. Yunho forces a smile and Seonghwa continues to stroke your head, slowly lulling you into an exhausted slumber. 

“No one important. Someone we can thank for being able to compensate you, darling”, are the last words you barely process before you fall asleep in their arms.

[fixonateez8]

YunHwa is gonna own this CB ! LOOK AT THEM !!!!!! 🔥

I SHIP THEM , YOU SHOULD TO !!

Imagine Yunho's pretty, gorgeous long fingers grabbing seonghwa's beautiful waist !

Or maybe , YOURS ?

[atinycafe]

COMMON MASTERLIST — ateez blurbs

collection of my blurbs under the cut ٩(๑ `︿´๑)۶

multiple members

- longing for your owners!ot8!ateez, who had left hybrid!you alone at home, you reach for the phone seeking comfort. - hyungline!ateez headcanons about the first time u meet them - atz headcanons about reader being unusually silent when drunk - atz headcanons about reader hugging a pillow 2 sleep - atz headcanons about making out with them on a chase atlantic beat - atz headcanons on them using "tiny" during sex [nsfw]

ddeonghwa

- biker!seonghwa vs bimbo!reader [suggestive] - bf!yunhwa help you in this heat (yunho acc doesn't help)

joongi

- a long-awaited reunion in hongjoong's creative studio leads to soft moment - hurt 2 comfort with hongjoong [light angst] - hongjoong and your first subdrop [nsfw] - shopping spree with dilf!woojoong - primal play with predator!joong [nsfw] - soft sex w joong [nsfw]

yunni

- during a late-night math session, you're visited by spiderman!yunho - bf!yunhwa help you in this heat (yunho acc doesn't help) - yunho fucks your nightmare away [nsfw] - choking kink w yunho [nsfw] - some boxer!yunho timestamps

hehetmon

- you admit something to vampire!yeosang [suggestive] - prince!yeosang rubs oil in your hair (cuz he loves brown girls) - yeosang and his oral fixation aka he loves boobies [nsfw]

sanni

- babying and doing san's eyebrows - ceo!san leaves u alone in ur bed 4 a meeting - sangi taking care of sick you - phone sex with daddy!san [nsfw] - pregnant reader faints [slight angst] - emperor!san x empress!reader

mangi

- mingi taking care of drunk you - sangi taking care of sick you (i have a thing 4 mingi taking care of me and i think it shows) - roommate!mingi is a big pervert [nsfw]

wooyo

- wooyoung playfully interrupts your asmr session, expressing his jealousy in a dramatic yet affectionate manner. - hybrid!wooyo plays a little game with you in your bathtub [nsfw] - overstimulation w meandom!woo [nsfw] - shopping spree with dilf!woojoong - zombie au - zombie au pt 2

jjong

- exbf!jongho misses u but u... miss him too? - jongho teases u

other groups

- spoonfuls of ice cream [brother's best friend!eunseok] - yandere school (+18) tropes [riize, atz, tbz, txt]

other works can be found here

[yourfatherlucifer]

✨WIPS✨

All x reader except one

1. Scary? No, Divine. (demon!Jongho)

2. Elastic Heart (ot8 Ateez)

3. Heathens (Psycho Inmate!Hongjoong)

4. Mafia Ateez Bf Moments

5. Gangsters!Woosan

6. Detective!Married!Matz

7. Go To Bed (Butlers!YunHwa)

8. Mirror (Jongho)

9. Good Boys (Subs!Dann/Yeosang)

10. N/A for time being

11. After Coachella (Idol!Jongho)

12. Secret Surprise 👀

13. Teach Me (Nerd!Matz) {not x reader}

14. bite me (Vamp!Hwa/Writer!Joong)

15. New World (Cult!Ateez)

16. n/a for time being

17. Drabble (Dragon!Jongho)

18. Never Too Late (Bf!Yunho)

19. Just A Taste (Incubi!Woosan)

20. Drabble (alien!ateez)

21. My Little Human (Dragon King!Joong)

22. Plunder (Pirate!Hongjoong)

23. biker!yeosang

24. Spoil Me (Sugar Daddy!Hongjoong)

25. Bleeding Out (Ot8! ateez)

26. Party All Night Long (Wooyoung)

27. The Beast Inside (Werewolf!Mingi/Vampire!Yunho)

[ateenie]

heating up

pairing: seonghwa x reader x yunho

tags: polyteez, f!reader, smut, idk how to tag things anymore, praise kink, aftercare, shower sex

notes: i wasn’t prepared to post anything here for a long time (maybe never?), but someone had gone out of their way to try and track down this fic for them and their friend, and they were so sweet that i couldn’t NOT post it. originally this was posted on my old account, atotheteeny, so if you recognize it then you probably saw it way back then. please let me know if i should include more tags/warnings, i don’t really remember how i used to do this lol

It had been far too long of a day for you, getting stuck in rush hour traffic, and then in the downpour as you walked from the car to the building. And of course you had slipped trying to run to get inside faster, not really hurting anything other than your pride as you climbed back to your feet, completely drenched. All you wanted was to go home to your boys, take a steaming hot shower, and go to bed, but for some reason the world just wanted to flip you off every chance it could. The whole ordeal left you awfully irate, cursing under your breath about everything you came into contact with once you finally got inside.

“Stupid fucking stairs, stupid fucking shoes,” you mumbled grumpily to yourself, now trying to unlock the ‘especially stupid fucking door’ with your ‘really stupid fucking keys’. When the door swung open you almost screamed out in relief, charging inside.

“You okay, baby?” Mingi shut the door behind you while kicked your wet shoes off. He glanced over your appearance, and decided not to make a comment on it based off of the look you gave him.

“Just fuckin’ peachy,” you huffed. He quickly planted a kiss on your cheek, making you swat at him, though without any real intent to push him away. He grinned, going in for another kiss, earning a smile as you pushed at him again. 

He followed you to the living room, where the majority of the boys seemed to be. San was curled up next to Hongjoong on the couch, who was on his computer, headphones on while he concentrated deeply on his work. Yeosang waved at you from his spot next to the two, before turning back to the tv. You made a round, giving them all quick greeting kisses, as to not disturb them, but also to get to the shower faster. Just like Mingi, they took one look at you and decided it was better to not say anything.

“I’m going to take a shower,” you announced.

“Ah, Seonghwa just went in,” Mingi called after you as you headed for the bathroom, making you pause. You threw your head back and groaned, eyes closing as you weighed your options. 

“Whatever.” You decided, opening your eyes and continuing on your path. The closer you got to the bathroom, the louder the music got. You tried knocking a few times, wanting to give him some semblance of privacy, but he didn’t seem to hear you. So you stuck your head inside, talking over the music. “Hwa? I’m coming in.”

He made a noise of acknowledgment and you stepped into the room, shutting the door behind you. The steam that greeted you was overwhelming at first. You took a deep breath, beginning to peel off your soaked clothes that were now starting to stick uncomfortably to you. As you did, Seonghwa started asking you about your day, seemingly unaware of your intentions to join him. After a few moments of you struggling out of your clothes while venting about how stupid of a day it was, you were finally free.

“Scoot over.” You pulled the curtains back slightly, taking in a startled Seonghwa. A delayed moment later, he made room so you could both stand comfortably inside. 

The feeling of hot water finally on your bare skin made you close your eyes and tilt your head back, sighing in bliss. You couldn’t see the way he looked at you, swallowing deeply as he looked you over, eyes falling on your bared neck. After relishing in your moment, you met his gaze, smiling softly now that the water seemed to be washing away the tension from today. You pressed a quick but loving kiss to his parted lips, before turning away to get your hair wet.

“Can you pass me the shampoo?” His eyes trailed down your backside, briefly distracted, then placed the bottle into your waiting hand. The next few minutes went by simply enough, both of you continuing your own routines, you oblivious to the heated looks he was giving you.

It was when you started washing your body that he couldn’t take it anymore, pressing himself to your back and trailing one hand up your stomach to cup your chest. You let out a surprised gasp, body leaning back into him reflexively. “Seon-”

His other hand had found its way between your legs, heat pooling at your core embarrassingly fast. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, not sounding sorry at all, “you’re just too tempting.” 

His long fingers made fast work of you, teasing your clit until you were bucking into his touch for more. When he pressed the first one in, you mewled, throwing your head back as he quickly added a second. The hand that had been teasing your breast moved to cover your mouth, making you suddenly aware of how loud you were being.

“Look at you,” he spoke directly into your ear, voice low, full of unspoken promises. His fingers had been working you towards your end for a few minutes now, thrusting and curling and hitting all the right spots. “So needy.”

If it weren’t for his hand on your mouth you would’ve been a begging, whining mess. You felt your orgasm climb, making your legs shake and your hands desperately search for something to hold on to. His fingers sped up just slightly, making a point to hit your sweet spot. And when he pulled his fingers from you, you let out a choked sob, your release so close that it left a painful throb in your core. 

He switched his hands, the fingers that had just been inside of you now pushing into your mouth, making you taste yourself. You whined around the digits, but your tongue swirled around them anyways, wanting to please him if it brought you even one step closer your release. 

“Good girl,” he praised, and you were suddenly filled again, his other hand pushing two digits inside you right off the bat. The words went straight to your heat, making you even wetter. After you had finished cleaning your slick from his fingers, he took them from your mouth to place them on your chest, teasing your nipple with a sharp pinch.

Again, you could feel your climax building rapidly, and you started working yourself back onto his hand to help chase it. Seonghwa didn’t appreciate you taking matters into your own hands, reprimanding you with a sharp slap to your ass, making you squeak. The sound was drowned out by the music, but the sting made it clear that it had happened, making you suck in a breath. 

He once again removed his digits from you, and you began turning to complain only to be met with his hand covering your mouth again. You huffed into his palm, making him tilt his head and smirk at you while you glared back. “Brat.”

If it weren’t for his stupid hand you would’ve cursed at him, but you were quickly distracted by the feel of the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. Suddenly you were thankful for his stupid hand, as it did a good job at muffling the pathetic whimpers you were making. He took his time filling you, savoring the way you clenched around him with every move he made, his free hand braced itself on the small of your back, pushing down so you were more bent over for him. When he was finally fully inside of you he cursed under his breath, dropping his hand again, taking in the view.  

“Seonghwa, please, plea-” your frantic pleading cut short with a moan as he almost completely pulled out, before roughly thrusting back in, making you see stars. His hand wrapped around your throat again, gradually applying pressure as he started a rough pace, keeping all of your whines and mewls trapped.

The music was loud but it didn’t drown out the obscene sound of skin on skin, accentuated further by the water running down both of your bodies. You felt your release creeping up on you again, making you desperate to reach it this time. And of course that’s when the door opened, making you both come to a stuttering stop. Seonghwa’s hand around your throat kept the bubbling whine of frustration at bay, which you were thankful for.

“Sorry, just need some bandaids. San and Wooyoung were wrestling again.” Yunho’s voice cut through the music, but it was still hard to hear him with your heartbeat in your ears. 

“Are they okay?” Seonghwa asked, not sounding particularly interested in the answer. 

He rolled his hips, making you reach back and did your nails into his thigh. You did not want to play this game, but it didn’t seem like you had a choice. To make matters worse, the hand around your neck fell to your hip, gripping roughly as he slowly started to pull out, leaving you to keep yourself quiet on your own. You shot a glare back at him, which was met with a smug smirk and a quick thrust. Even covering your mouth with your hand couldn’t completely drown out your moan. 

“Uh, yeah, they’re fine.” Yunho’s answer was delayed, but he didn’t say anything further. The soft shuffling of him searching could just barely be heard. “San just scraped himself a little, but of course he’s throwing a fit. Where the hell are the bandaids?”

You waited for Seonghwa to reply again, but instead he thrusted shallowly into you, making you gasp. When you look back again, he was watching you, like he was waiting for something. His cockiness was infuriating.

“Bottom shelf of the medicine cabinet,” You huffed out, eyes still locked with his. The corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly, and he rewarded (or punished?) you with his fingers finding their way back to your clit. You hung your head, eyes squeezed shut in concentration, desperate to keep your voice under control. If this got out to the other boys, there would be a riot.

Yunho saying your name distracted you momentarily- that is, until a certain someone decided it was a great time to pick up the pace. “I didn’t know you were home.”

“Y-yea, I just got home a little while ago,” you wanted to cry, getting more and more frustrated with how this was playing out. You wanted to scream at Yunho to get out, and scream at Seonghwa for teasing you, but all you could manage was a strangled moan.

Yunho fell quiet again, the sounds of him searching stopped as well. “What are you doing..?” He asked suddenly.

“Noth-” You tried to steady your voice, but Seonghwa cut you off with a sharp rut of his hips, and this time you didn’t have the time to stifle the whine.

“Do you want to see?” He asked smugly, already going for the curtain without waiting for an answer. Yunho had found the bandaids it seemed, the box nearly slipping from his grip as his eyes widened, pupils blowing out immediately at the sight. Water dripping from your chest, face twisted beautifully in ecstacy. “Isn’t she perfect? She’s taking me so well.” 

And you were. You looked so good, bent over, panting, and desperate. But you weren’t ruined, not yet- and he wanted to ruin you. 

“Fuck.” Yunho swore under his breath, eyes glued to you.

“You want to join?” Seonghwa questioned, his hand pulling you up by your throat so your back arched against his chest, baring you completely to Yunho. You mewled at the thought of taking on both of them at once. “I don’t mind sharing.”

There was a brief moment of conflict on his face, and you knew that him staying would be even more dangerous. At the very least San would notice, and throw a fit if he knew something like this was going on without him. But fuck, it was too good to pass up, and the decision was quickly made. He locked the door, all but throwing the box to the side to pull his clothes off as fast as he could manage without tripping himself. 

While he freed himself, Seonghwa had gone back to torturing you, alternating between shallow thrusts and teasing your clit with not enough pressure- just enough to get you going, but not enough to finish you off. By the time Yunho stepped into the shower, which was getting a little cramped, you were a heaving wreck. Whines and pleads tumbled from your lips, begging for more, and he swallowed up the noises as his lips met yours in a heated clash. 

He quickly dominated your mouth, and you let him, hand falling between the two of you to grasp at his already hardened dick. He hissed, teeth latching on to your bottom lip and biting down hard enough to make you gasp.

While your hand started working its way up and down his length, his fingers trailed down your stomach and pushed Seonghwa’s hand away. He wasted no time giving you the pressure you craved, making you cry out as your head fell to his shoulder. But unlike Seonghwa- who had now put his focus on pounding into you- Yunho didn’t tease you, and quickly brought you to your first orgasm. All you could manage was a broken sob, eyes screwed shut, all of it suddenly becoming too much as you shuddered helplessly through the intense waves of pleasure. 

You didn’t even get the chance to come down from your high, both of them being relentless, working you into an oversensitive mess, neither stopping their ministrations. The high pitched moans tumbling from your lips were growing in volume, making Seonghwa grab your hair in his fist.

“Shut her up, will you?” He grunted, pushing your head down to where your hand was working. “Don’t need the whole damn building knowing how good she’s being fucked right now.”

“I’d be more worried about the people in the other room.” Yunho joked lightly, his thumb tapping your bottom lip as he held your gaze. You parted your lips, letting him push himself inside your mouth without much protest. The way he groaned as you swirled your tongue around his shaft made you clench, setting off a chain reaction. Seonghwa bucked his hips harshly, losing his rhythm momentarily before ramming into you even faster, causing you to whine around Yunho.

“Holy shit.” Yunho’s head fell back, both of his hands coming up to hold your head. He thrusted roughly, hitting the back of your throat and holding you there, making you try not to gag. After a moment he resumed fucking your face, holding your hair out of your eyes. “You take us both so well, baby.”

The praise made your eyes flutter shut, focusing more on sucking him off the best you could to please him. One hand wrapped around what you couldn’t reach with your mouth, jerking him while you alternated between bobbing your head and letting him have his way with you.

Behind you Seonghwa started to slow his pace, and you could tell he was nearing his end. When he bent over to bring his hand back to your folds, you pulled yourself off of Yunho, your clit feeling incredibly sensitive as he rolled his fingers over it harshly. He was merciless, uncaring of how you bordered the line of pain and pleasure, just wanting you to finish with him.

And you did, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as your vision went white. Your second orgasm tore through you, making you violently shake as your cunt tensed around him, tears pricking your eyes as the ecstasy overwhelmed you until they overflowed. It was further dragged out by the feeling of him pumping his cum into you, pushing himself in as far as he could while he cursed between uneven breaths. 

You were barely given a moment of reprieve when he finally stopped his assault, trying to bring yourself back to the present when Yunho tugged you back to him. You were so focused on one being close, that you didn’t realize the other was too, and you let your jaw fall open again, forcing yourself to stay conscious long enough for him to finish too.

It didn’t take long, as he thrusted deeply into your mouth repeatedly, telling you how good you looked and felt taking his cock. You moaned tiredly around him, relaxing your throat as much as possible for when he inevitably pushed all the way in with a grunt. You swallowed as much as you could, most of it easily pouring down your throat anyways, but some of it spilled out, mixing on your chin with your own spit and tears.

Both of them pulled out from you at the same time, Seonghwa catching you before you collapsed, and turned you to hold you against his chest. He murmured soft words of praise into your ear, grabbing a washcloth and dampening it with the now lukewarm water, before setting on cleaning the mess they made of you.

Yunho watched as he tried to catch his breath, smiling to himself upon recognizing that he had succeeded in his plan to ruin you. They hadn’t just ruined you- they had completely destroyed you. He wasn’t even sure if you were awake at this point, only stirring when Seonghwa passed him the washcloth to clean your thighs. The sight of cum dripping out of your cunt and down your legs was almost enough to get both of them going again, but the fear of them actually fucking you to death overrode that desire.

You twitched from being so incredibly sensitive, tears springing to your eyes again as he tried to be as gentle as possible while cleaning the mess between your legs. There was a knock at the door, and it was then you all realized the playlist had finished, and no one was sure how long ago that happened.

“Uh, guys?” Hongjoong’s voice called out from the other side. The two boys glanced at each other before Yunho stepped out, unlocking the door and peeking his head out. The leader peered inside, seeing you nearly passed out in Seonghwa’s arms before his vision was blocked. “Jesus, she looks even more of a mess than when she got home.” He mumbled under his breath.

“What are they doing in there!?” San yelled from from somewhere behind their leader, sounding like he was getting closer.

“Here are the bandaids.” Yunho grabbed the box off the counter where he had tossed them, shoving them into Joongs hands and shutting the door in his face, locking it just as San started pounding on the door.

When he turned back around, Seonghwa had managed to get you out of the shower, and they both helped dry you off and put you into a clean change of clothes. Yunho carried you out after getting dressed, while Hwa stayed back to finish cleaning up the room. 

Upon seeing you curled up in his arms, looking absolutely spent, the room fell silent. San and Wooyoung both went into a fit at the same time, almost beginning to wrestle each other again, but were quickly silenced by Jongho with a firm smack across the back of their heads.

[cyberpxnk]

compromise — coming soon !

♡ pairing: seonghwa x f!reader x yunho ♡ chapters: 1 out of 1 ♡ word count: 11k ♡ genre/tags: university au, soccer!ateez, smut, minor angst, infidelity/cheating, polyamory, switch!seonghwa, mentions of alcohol and marijuana use

♡ synopsis: your relationship with seonghwa is crumbling before your very eyes. in a moment of weakness, yunho has you succumbing to your desires but you end up getting more than you bargained for.

♡ author’s note:  hey, everyone! i'm excited to announce that i'm just about finished writing this one shot that i've been planning for a while. i'm hoping to publish it within the next few days. if you're interested in being added to a tag list, just drop an ask or reblog idk!

4/1/23:

compromise is out! read here:

[honeyhotteoks]

hold fast together (j.yh + p.sh)

summary: fourth installment in the husbands series; you want more, you want a family, but it’s never quite that simple part one: room for three || part two: and if i stay || part three: their gift

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // this is just all the husbands yunhwa angst, fluff, smut, love, all of it. check the warnings before you read though!

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, married!yunhwa, established yunhwa x reader relationship, mmf, fertility issues, period talk, conception talk, stress and angst over conceiving, mention of adoption, brief mention of parental disapproval of reader’s relationship with yunhwa, but then on a lighter note....  praise, degredation/humilitation, reference to bdsm collar, use of puppy but not pet play this time, rough foreplay, rough sex, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), face riding, cum eating, cumshots, creampie, heavy handed breeding kink obviously, hard dom hwa and use of sir, hard dom yunho and use of daddy, anal play (m receiving), gratuitous use of good girl, sweet girl, pretty girl, slut, etc., spanking/impact play..... anyways this one starts off emo and then gets into filthy breeding kink that very few people asked for but HEY here we are - please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff

word count: 12K

my masterlist || read it on AO3 || part five; a little more love to give

A little part of you is hoping you’re wrong, that the cramping is something else, but you’ve gotten so used to the feeling over the course of fifteen plus years of having a period that you know your hopes are just that. You use the bathroom quietly, chewing the inside of your lip and thinking about the unopened pack of pregnancy tests in the drawer next to you. The telltale feeling of blood makes you ill. 

A little part of you is hoping you’re wrong, that the cramping is something else, but you’ve gotten so used to the feeling over the course of fifteen plus years of having a period that you know your hopes are just that. You use the bathroom quietly, chewing the inside of your lip and thinking about the unopened pack of pregnancy tests in the drawer next to you. The telltale feeling of blood makes you ill. 

You’ve been trying for a baby for a while. Longer than some of your friends, but not as long as other people you know who’ve struggled with fertility issues, but none of it makes you feel any better. For all the years of birth control pills, condoms, panicked emergency contraception and cycle tracking, you always thought that once you were ready this was going to be easy. Decades of messaging about how birth control was never one hundred percent effective always made it seem like a single misstep would leave you knocked up in a minute. You never really considered you’d have to really try to get pregnant. 

You give yourself a little time to cry, slapping the tap on high to muffle some of the sounds of your sniffling. You give yourself five minutes, just five, to live inside this confusing sadness, and then you pat your face dry and resolve that it’s time to get on with it. You open the drawer, ignore the pregnancy tests sealed tightly in plastic, and fish a tampon out of their open box. When you’re finally ready to leave the bathroom, your eyes are a little red but it’s not immediately obvious that you’ve been crying, and that’ll have to be good enough.

Yunho and Seonghwa are still sleeping when you quietly pad out of the room, though they’ve rolled closer to each other with you out of bed. In the kitchen you start your morning routine, and you try not to think about it. You make coffee, disregarding the ache in your back. You put away the dry dishes, trying not to fixate on the number of periods you’ve gotten since you started trying for a baby. But that’s hard, especially with the pain of your first day cramps and the way you just want to curl up in a ball and go to sleep until it’s over. 

Your eyes fill with tears again, and you pour yourself a cup of coffee through blurred, cloudy vision. You reach up into the cupboard above the stove where you keep the medicine and the first aid kit and find the bottle of pain-killers, your breath hitching as your tears come faster. You knock your hand against your too-full cup of coffee and it spills across the counter, and you bite your tongue to keep from letting it get to you. It’s just an accident. 

It isn’t until you are trying to open the top of the bottle that your brain really starts to spiral. You can’t quite get the child lock arrows to line up, and the lid just won’t budge. Through your hazy tears you can’t really see where the arrows are, and frustrated heat flushes through your cheeks. Can’t one, single thing be easy? The arrows align right as you double your efforts pressing up on the lid in an attempt to force the bottle open, and it all but explodes in your hands. Tiny blue pills scatter everywhere, clattering across the counters and floor, the entire contents of the bottle upended. 

The white hot rage that bubbles inside you is fast and hard and you snap, throwing the empty bottle down with a tight sob, “God dammit!” You sink low, dropping to your knees on the tile and biting back the urge to break something else, anything else. 

You’re not sure how long you’ve been kneeling here, trying futilely to gather up a little pile of the pills while the coffee finally makes it to the edge of the counter so it can drip down onto the tile next to you, but you hear his footsteps before he says anything. Yunho waits a moment, and you hear him pick up the bottle to your side before he sighs, “Oh, my love,” 

“Please, don’t,” You shake your head. 

“It’s okay,” He tries to soothe. 

“Do not tell me this is okay,” You say sharply, “nothing about this okay,” 

“Alright,” He murmurs, crouching by your side. His broad hand rests in the middle of your back, and you jerk at the sudden contact. 

“Just give me a second,” 

“Okay,” He draws his hand back. 

“I’ll get it together,” You such in a sharp breath, “and I’ll clean this up,” 

“You don’t have to do anything,” Yunho shakes his head, “just take a deep breath. Everything is,” he pauses, “going to be fine,” 

“Is Seonghwa awake?” You turn towards him, scrubbing your tears away with the towel you had picked up to mop up the coffee. 

“Not yet,” The face he’s giving you is so soft that you might scream. 

“Don’t tell him,” You shake your head, “just… I’ll do it later, I just,” 

“y/n,” Yunho murmurs, “come on, don’t do that,” 

You haul yourself up from the floor and drop the towel over the coffee spill, watching the way the dark liquid seeps into the white cloth. Your jaw locks together and you swallow tightly, kicking yourself back into gear and cleaning up the mess.

Yunho stands behind you and lays a hand on your neck, kneading your skin here gently, “Baby,” 

“Just don’t,” You repeat, “please, don’t tell him today,” 

“Don’t tell me what?” Seonghwa’s voice cuts through, muffled by his yawn and you curse softly. 

Yunho sighs and drops a kiss to your hair before turning to him, “Morning,” 

“Good morning to you too,” You hear the confusion in his voice but he makes it further into the room and you can practically hear the puzzle pieces slot themselves together in his brain, “oh,” 

That’s the tone you were hoping to avoid, Seonghwa’s soft disappointment. 

You release the collection of pills that you had picked up from the floor, leaving them in a neat little pile on the counter, and your tears rush up again. Yunho folds his arms around you instantly, cradling you against his chest and hushing you, his broad hand rubbing a firm, comforting line up your back. 

“I know you don’t want me to say it’s okay,” Yunho says, his voice low, “but I promise you that it is,” 

You squeeze your eyes shut tight, hiding in his chest and hanging onto the back of his shirt while you try to get yourself under control. You can’t help the way your mind starts counting though, going through every month. The first couple were easy to brush off, but now it’s not so easy. 

“Ten months,” You sob into his chest, “it’s been ten months,” 

“I know,” He murmurs. 

“We’ve been trying so hard,” 

“So we’ll try harder, or something different,” He soothes, “and they said it can take time for your body to re-regulate after coming off birth control. We’re not in a rush,” 

“I’m thirty-two,” You push back from his chest and wipe the tears away. 

“Mhm,” He nods, “I know that,” 

You can’t even so much as glance at Seonghwa, a single shred of his sad eyes at yet another month with no happy announcement would have you spiraling. You know how much he wants a child, how deeply he wants to be a father.

You drop your eyes, shaking your head as your back cramps again, “I just don’t know why I can’t even give you this,” 

“What?” Yunho’s voice is suddenly small, soft. 

“I’m supposed to be able to do this,” Your real fears bubbles up your throat, “y-you want to be parents so badly, I should be able to do this,” 

The silence stretches. Yunho looks stricken, your words rooting him to the spot. 

Seonghwa steps closer, resting his hands gingerly on your arms and finally breaking his silence,  “Do you think that’s all we love you for? All we want you for?” 

You can’t answer. 

He shifts to your side, kissing your temple and cupping your cheek in his warm palm, “You’re our wife,” he insists, “we didn’t want you because we thought you could make us parents, y/n, we want you. We all want to be parents, all of us together. Don’t we?” 

Hot pinpricks behind your eyes start again, but you nod into his palm, “I know, I’m sorry, I know,” 

“Yunho,” Seonghwa reaches out a hand, tugging him in close to make a circle. Seonghwa smiles, kissing you tenderly and then says, “This, the three of us, that’s what’s right.” 

“What if I can’t get pregnant?” You sigh, “What then?” 

“Then we see a doctor,” Yunho says, his voice thick with emotion before he clears it and gives you a comforting smile, “and if that doesn’t work, we’ll find another way. We’ll get a surrogate. We’ll adopt. There’s a million ways to have a baby, we just have to stay calm and stick together in this,” 

“I know you wanted it to be easy,” Seonghwa murmurs, “we all did, but sometimes it’s not easy. For millions of people it’s not easy,” 

Your mind flicks back to the expression on your mother’s face when she suggested it was because you were being greedy trying to love two men. You haven’t spoken to her since. You shake that off and lean into your partners, “Okay,” 

“Yunho’s right,” Seonghwa reassures you, “we have time, and we have options.” 

You know they’re right, it’s the speech you’ve been giving to yourself too in moments of panic, but hearing them say it finally starts to put you at ease. 

“For right now just relax,” Yunho kisses your hair, “you’re not feeling well so let’s go back to bed a while, it’s still early,” 

“Mm,” You nod, wiping away the last remnants of your tears and pushing away from them with a sigh, “you’re right, I’m tired,” 

“Let’s go,” Seonghwa says. 

Yunho and Seonghwa communicate silently with their eyes, and Yunho stays behind in the kitchen to clean up while Seonghwa ferries you back to bed. He makes short work of getting your heating pad plugged in and laid out across the bed and fluffing up the pillows before tucking you back in. Yunho brings you a fresh cup of coffee and a glass of water, two pain-killers tucked into his palm for you. 

“I’m sorry about before,” You sigh as he passes the pills over to you. 

“Don’t be,” He brushes off your words. 

“No,” You insist, “I shouldn’t have talked to you like that,” 

He nods, a soft murmur of thanks on his lips. 

You sigh heavily, rubbing your hands over your face and smoothing back your hair, finally getting your emotions back in check, “Are you getting up, then?” you ask them. 

Seonghwa shakes his head immediately, crawling back into bed, “You’re stuck with me,” 

“Yeah?” 

“Mm,” He nods, snuggling close and kissing any scrap of skin he can reach, “we can spend the day in bed if you want, whatever you want,” 

“You’re supposed to write today,” You remind him, painfully aware of his fast approaching deadlines and how the stress has kept him from staying on track. 

Seonghwa shrugs, “That’s the beauty of my job,” he smiles, “I can do it whenever I want,” 

“Hwa,” You hesitate. 

“If I tell you that I need this too, will you stop arguing and just let me hold you?” He sighs. 

You nod, your voice stuck in your throat and you simply take his hand, letting yourself soften in his embrace. Behind you, Yunho slides into bed himself and tucks himself long against your back. He’s quiet though, so much more silent than you normally see. He should be complaining about the heating pad being too hot or your feet being too cold, he should be making some kind of joke or trying his best to comfort you both, but instead all you can feel is his tension. 

“Yunho,” You brush your hand over his, “what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing, sweetheart,” His hand slips away. 

“You can talk to me,” You press him, “I know this is hard on you both too,” 

There’s a long pause, Yunho shifting in bed behind you until he settles but still says nothing. Your eyes flick to Seonghwa who watches him intently, trying to read into his husband’s sudden silence. 

Finally, Yunho sighs. “What you said earlier,” He murmurs, “I don’t understand why you’re blaming yourself for something that isn’t your fault. And it’s upsetting you more than you’re letting us know, and I don’t like it.” 

“Oh,” You breathe

“It’s no one’s fault,” He presses, “and I don’t want to hear you say something like that again,” 

You’re silent, still as you take in his words, but Seonghwa laughs humorlessly and then says, “Besides, it could be me,” 

“What?” You twist in Yunho’s arms to see Seonghwa better. 

“It takes two,” He shrugs, rubbing his hand over his neck, “someone has to actually get you pregnant, and it’s entirely possible that I can’t,” 

“Stop it,” Yunho says immediately, shifting up to a sitting position, “we’re not doing this,” 

“That’s easy for you to say,” Seonghwa says, and you watch his expression fall when he realizes his words. 

Yunho’s jaw tightens but he shakes it off, “Like I said, we’re not doing this. There’s no blame, no fault, this is just a thing we have to figure out. Together.” 

“I’m sorry,” Seonghwa murmurs, and Yunho reaches across you to take his hand. 

“I’ll make an appointment,” You interrupt softly, “I think it’s time,” 

Yunho eases back down on one side, and Seonghwa follows on your other. You’re tucked between them on your heating pad, and Yunho pulls the comforter back up over the three of you to combat the winter chill of your apartment. Seonghwa smooths his hand over your lower belly and starts to gently press and circle his fingers, lightly massaging your tense muscles in just the way you need. 

“So, we’ll talk to a doctor then?” Seonghwa nods, “and go from there,” 

“Yeah,” You feel tears in your eyes again but you take a deep inhale and will them away. 

“For now,” Yunho says, brushing your hair away from your face, “let’s not think about it. Let’s relax and go back to normal, I can’t watch the stress eat you both up anymore,” 

“Are you okay?” You meet Yunho’s eyes. 

“I’m always okay,” He shakes off your question. 

You lean up to press a soft kiss to his lips, relishing in the feeling of his warm hand brushing over your cheek. You know this process is taking a toll on him too, but he takes being the rock in your relationship so seriously that you can almost barely tell. He’s been the voice of reason and positivity ever since things started to get harder and harder. He manages the worries of both of you, he keeps you calm and steady. 

“We’ll make an appointment,” Seonghwa agrees, “and then you’re right, let’s just live our lives a bit. If it happens, it happens. And whatever the doctor says, we’ll go from there.”

“And if there is something wrong?” Your murmur. 

“There’s a million ways,” Seonghwa repeats Yunho’s words, committed to them, holding them like a sure prayer. 

“A million ways,” You repeat softly, nodding. 

You’re doing your best, and so are they. Almost a year of this stress fundamentally changing so many aspects of your relationship, parts of it are almost unrecognizable. You’re caught with a foot in two lives, missing the way it used to be but desperately aching for something more. You have to keep telling yourself that it’s a test, that’s all this is. Nothing can be so easy that everything always and forever falls into place. 

*****

“I miss coffee,” You sigh, propping your head up on the pillow behind you and looking down at Yunho. 

He smiles, lips curving up against the skin of your belly as he gives you featherlight kisses, lying between your open legs and smoothing his warm hands over your skin. He presses another kiss to your hip and then looks up at you, “I know, but she said it could help,” 

“That doesn’t mean I don’t miss it,” You nudge him with your knee and he chuckles. 

The doctor had told you a lot of things, an overwhelming amount of advice on how to increase your chances of getting pregnant before she would recommend putting you on any kind of formal fertility treatment. You and Seonghwa both turned out to both be perfectly healthy, not a risk factor in sight for why you are having this much trouble conceiving. It’s a relief, but it isn’t an explanation. Aside from limiting caffeine, you’ve quit drinking, started better regulating your diet and taking a whole host of targeted vitamins and natural remedies. You’ve spent the last month and a half plotting out your ovulation days, and while it isn’t the most romantic way to conceive, at this point it doesn’t matter. 

“Baby,” Yunho smiles, “as soon as you can have coffee again, I’ll buy you the fanciest espresso machine. You’ll have all the coffee you want,” 

“Mm,” You reach for him, “promise?” 

“Promise,” He nods, kissing you again. 

“You think it’ll work this time?” You squeeze his hand. 

Yunho sighs and squeezes you back, “I think it might,” he murmurs, “we know a lot more than we knew three months ago,” 

“True,” You grin, “I didn’t know there could be so much to it,” 

“Mm,” He nods, “but you’re feeling good? Stressed?” 

Of course the thing Yunho heard at the doctor’s office louder than anything else was to limit stress. It made conceiving harder, and the early days after conception riskier. Ever since he’s been following you around with his every spare second, attempting to keep every tiny moment stress free. 

“Yunho,” You assure him, “I’m just fine,” 

“Sure?” 

“Honestly, I’m weirdly zen about this whole thing,” You admit to him, “I feel really good about this time,” 

He smiles, opening his mouth to say something but his phone rings next to you both and he reaches for it to cut off the sudden harsh sound. Seonghwa’s picture lights up his cell, and he slides his thumb across the screen, “Hi, yeobo,” 

You can’t quite make out Seonghwa’s side of the conversation, but you can hear the intonation of his voice, and you smile at the sound of it. 

“Yeah, she’s here,” Yunho says, looking up at you from his relaxed position, “mhm, yeah,” 

You tap Yunho’s arm and get his attention, “He’s on his way?” you mouth to him quietly. 

Yunho nods and then turns his attention back to his husband’s words. He smiles, “I’ll keep her company until you get here. Did you want to talk to her?” 

You reach out your hand eagerly, wanting to hear Seonghwa’s voice and Yunho nods, passing the phone over to you. 

“Hwa?” 

“Hi, my love,” He says, his voice warm and lovely, “I’m on my way home,” 

“I know,” You murmur, watching as Yunho starts fiddling with the fingers of your free hand, “we’re not in a rush or anything, take your time.” 

“And you feel okay?” He asks. 

“You both need to stop worrying,” You chuckle into the phone, “I feel good, positive,” 

“Me too,” He murmurs. 

It makes your heart warm, after all the months of struggling, this month you were approaching things differently. You’ve made a pact with them, to be hopeful and to not let any of the long term anxieties trickle in. The doctor had given you all the right assurances to help calm your minds, and you had been doing all the right things. 

“Seonghwa,” You murmur, your thumb rubbing soft circles into Yunho’s palm as you talk to your other husband, “I love you so much,” 

There’s a pause, but you hear his soft exhale, “Me too, I love you so much, darling,” 

“I can’t wait for you to come home,” You admit to him, “I just know this is it,” 

“Twenty minutes,” He says, “I’m on my way,” 

“Okay,” 

“Can you give the phone back to Yunho a minute?” Seonghwa asks softly. 

“Mhm, I’ll see you soon,” You tell him, and reach the phone back out to Yunho. 

“Hey,” Yunho says as he takes the call back. 

You watch him listen, and then smile, throwing a quick glance at you. His hand tightens on your hip just a little, giving you a comforting squeeze, and then he says, “Of course, I can,” another beat passes, “Alright, I love you too,” 

Once Yunho drops the phone he pushes himself back up onto his knees and slides over to your side, wrapping an arm around you and drawing you up onto his chest. 

“Hey,” You laugh, letting him pull your body into the position he wants against his chest. 

“Come here,” He squeezes you, “let me hold you a bit,” 

Smiling against his shoulder you shake your head, “Did Hwa tell you to distract me or something?” 

“No,” He answers quickly, “not exactly,” 

“God,” You laugh, “you’re both going to be the most attentive fathers, we’re going to have to have more than one kid,” 

Yunho’s hand pauses on your back and he gives you another squeeze, “Yeah?” 

“Oh yeah,” You kiss his chest, “all that attention on just one baby? You’ll spoil them so rotten,” 

Yunho cups your cheek, drawing your eyes up and he studies your expression. He looks like he has something to say, but he’s debating, so you prod him a little to get him to give it up, whatever it is that he’s thinking. He strokes your cheek, “This is the first time you’ve talked about it since we started trying,” 

“Kids?” Your brow furrows, “We talk about it constantly,” 

“No,” He shakes his head, “we talk about getting pregnant constantly. We haven’t talked about kids, our kids, in… I don’t know, yeobo, it’s just… god it’s nice to hear,” 

He’s right, you realize it instantly. You haven’t taken a moment to imagine it in a long time. The way you want your baby to have Seonghwa’s eyes and good head of hair, the way you always used to imagine your next child with Yunho having the perfect curve of his cupid’s bow. You used to fantasize about it all the time, a clear image of your husbands reading a storybook aloud with different voices for all the characters to make your babies laugh. Seonghwa fixing breakfast, Yunho grilling them meat for dinner. Painting their bedroom ceiling a starry sky, little lights in the night to hold them safe. 

“I didn’t realize,” You admit, smoothing your hand over his chest, “I guess I was so afraid it might not happen,” 

“And now?” You haven’t seen him look so truly hopeful in months. 

“I realized you’re right,” You smile, “if it doesn’t work one way it will work another way. I’m not scared anymore,” 

He smiles, his brown eyes soft and warm. 

“I know it’ll happen,” You murmur to him, “as long as it’s the three of us, it’ll happen,” 

His eyes are shining when he pushes forwards and captures your lips, pulling you up to meet his mouth and bruising your mouth with his. When you met them, you had no idea. Date after failed date with men who were right for you on paper in every possible way, but you could never, ever make yourself care. When you saw them across the bar that night, something different stirred in you, something clicking into place. 

Yunho’s lips are warm, his tongue dipping into your mouth to catch against yours, and his hands suddenly feel everywhere, starving for you, aching. Your leg hitches up on his hip, drawing him closer and he slots himself back above you, his sweet, soft kisses from earlier are nowhere to be found now. His hands push up your sweater, like he’s desperate to find your skin, and you moan into his mouth. 

“I need you,” He chokes against you, tugging down your leggings with his free hand. 

“Y-Yunho,” You shudder, “slow down,” 

He shakes his head, leaving them half off and caught around your knees, and he shifts to tug the sweater off over your head instead. Blush ignites up your chest as he touches you, so much needier and frantic than you’ve felt from him in months, and you feel your body responding, a rush of wetness between your thighs. 

“You’re perfect,” He palms your breast, almost a little too roughly, pulling down the strap of your bra and kissing across your pink chest. You gasp as he tweaks your nipple between his fingers, your body already sensitive and on edge. Yunho shifts up between your knees, yanking your leggings down further, dragging your underwear with it, pushing your thighs open as wide as the fabric around your calves will allow. 

You’re lost in the feeling, his tongue drawing a stripe up your chest and his hot hands traveling everywhere, and it takes a second for you to realize that he’s pushed his own sweatpants down. At the first bump of his hard cock against your wet folds, you moan, your body arching up into him. When he starts to press down, finding your entrance, logic and reason flood back into you. 

“Yunho,” You push at his shoulders, “baby, wait,” 

He pulls back a little, but his hips shift forward still. 

“Baby, stop,” Your voice is firmer now, and he stills completely. 

“Fuck,” His hips shift back, drawing his cock away from your core, “I’m sorry, god, I don’t know what got into me,” 

“It’s fine,” You shake your head, kissing him again and smoothing your hands up and down his back, “we don’t have to stop, we just can’t,” 

“I know,” He relaxes again, and this time the stiff line of his cock simply nestles between your wet folds, pressing the underside of his shaft firmly along your clit and he smiles when you shiver beneath him. He smooths the hair back from your face, “I fucking miss being inside you though,” 

Despite Seonghwa’s protests at the beginning of it all, you and Yunho had made an agreement. Your first baby would be Seonghwa’s, and if you were only ever blessed with one, Yunho wanted his husband to be happy more than he needed a baby with his genes. 

“I miss you too,” You sigh, “so much.” You roll your hips, dragging your clit along his shaft to chase a delicious pulse of pleasure, and you watch as his face falls, his hands tight on you again. 

“If you keep doing that it’s going to make it really hard not to fuck you,” He groans, “it’s been months,” 

It wasn’t for lack of trying other things though - he’d had you every other way imaginable since you stopped taking birth control, but your body still clenches at the thought. Smiling up at him you cup his cheek, running the pad of your thumb over his plush bottom lip and roll your hips again, “How would you fuck me?” 

He swallows hard, his resolve crumbling and his eyes flick down to the necklace around your throat, “You really want to know?” 

You haven’t heard that low voice in ages, so long since you’ve dipped into a scene with either of them. They’ve spent months being tender and careful with you, too cautious to really engage in the more intense dynamics you were used to. At the sound of his dominant tone slipping through, you whimper, nodding up at him. 

Yunho drops low over you, his thick length pressing against your core more firmly and his arms caging you in. He nips at your lip and then drops slow kisses down your jaw, “You want to know what I’d do to you, baby?” 

“Please,” You let your eyes slip closed. 

He rocks his hips to give you a single stroke of friction on your clit and you gasp, warmth bubbling in your belly already. His teeth catch your earlobe and pull gently before he says, “Mm, you don’t sound like you really want to know,” 

“I do,” You moan, your head falling back as he pumps his hips once more, “fuck, please, Yunho, tell me,” 

“That’s better,” He praises softly, kissing along your throat. 

You make a soft moan, your hips canting up once to drag your clit along his shaft again, and you can feel just how wet and slick you are as you try to catch better friction. 

“I’d fold my pretty girl open,” Yunho says, his hand running a firm line over your exposed breast and down to your waist, “and I’d stuff her perfect, pink pussy full,” 

“Fuck,” Your nails dig into his arm, “Yunho, oh my god,” 

“You’re so wet, puppy,” He murmurs, rocking his hips again, “do you miss coming on my cock that badly?” 

You moan again, choked and desperate, your mind spinning at the sudden change in heat between you and you think for a split second if he keeps talking to you like this you might come just from the sound of his voice alone. 

“I asked you a question,” His words rocket you back into the moment, “are you too desperate to answer?” 

“Yes,” You rock your hips again, rolling them now at a slow and steady pace to maintain the bubbling feeling of pleasure. 

“Yes, you’re too desperate?” He teases, rising up above you so that you have to meet his eyes. 

“Yes, I miss your cock,” You whine. 

“What about it, pup?” He prompts you, a firm push on your cheek to bring your face back to center, “Come on,” 

“Yes, yes, I miss coming on your cock,” You manage, dizzy and hot all over. 

He pauses, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, and when the next words roll of his tongue you nearly come on the spot, “Say it right, babygirl,” 

“Oh, fuck,” You shudder, and he takes over for you, working his hips a little faster so that his cock slips back and forth between your slick folds at the pace you need. Pleasure sparks from your core to your chest and you let your head fall back as you give him what he needs, “Yes, Daddy,” 

He groans at your words, “Louder,” 

“Yes, Daddy, I miss coming on your cock,” You moan, holding him closer, “god, Yunho, I’m, fuck, I’m gonna come,” 

“Yes, you are pretty girl,” He pants. 

The sound of keys dropping onto the dresser by the door shocks you both, and Yunho stills, a gasp bubbles from your lips at the noise and the sudden lack of steady stroking on your swollen bud and you whine softly under him. 

“Shh,” Yunho soothes you, “hold on, baby,” 

Seonghwa appears in your periphery, handsome as ever, and he unfastens the top two buttons of his shirt, his eyes hungry and dark already at the sight of you both. With a half smile on his lips, his eyes raking over your tangled bodies, you know which Seonghwa you’re getting. “You two look like complete messes,” He says, slipping off his jacket and laying on top of the dresser. 

Your body is trembling, you had been so, so close to your orgasm and the sudden pull back of sensation has you feeling absolutely raw. Your hips twitch slightly under Yunho and he exhales tightly, giving you a look. 

Yunho clears his throat softly and twists his torso so that he can better see his husband, still not making any moves to pull off you, “Hey,” 

Seonghwa grins, softly biting his lip, and you watch as he takes the decorative chair from the corner and drags it along the carpet until it’s next to the bed. You watch as Yunho’s lips part, and you feel his cock twitch between your thighs. 

“My beautiful, beautiful wife,” Seonghwa smiles, leaning forwards with his elbows resting on his splayed knees, “is Yunho making you feel good?” 

You haven’t heard this voice in ages either, and your butterflies churn in your belly. You nod, your eyes locked on Seonghwa. 

“Is he taking good care of you?” He asks. 

“Mhm,” You sigh, “so good,” 

“My love,” Seonghwa says, turning his eyes to Yunho, “you couldn’t wait?” 

Yunho can’t answer, simply shaking his head. 

“Good,” Seonghwa sits back in the chair, “don’t let me interrupt,” 

“This isn’t really what we should be doing right now,” Yunho says, his voice still a little breathy. 

“This is exactly what we should be doing,” Seonghwa shakes his head, “besides, our girl deserves our attention doesn’t she?” 

Yunho’s hips shift forwards unconsciously, just a little, but the press forwards onto your clit has your breath caught in your throat and Seonghwa’s eyes shift to yours. He smiles, nodding at your little sound of pleasure, “It’s been too long, hasn’t it?” 

“Hwa, please,” You feel like your entire body is trembling now, anticipation and adrenaline flooding through you. 

“Alright, darling,” He soothes you, but his voice is still firm and controlled. He looks to Yunho and nods, “Make her come, I want to watch,” 

“Fuck, yes,” Yunho drops down over you again, his hips pumping again, and he slips a hand under your backside to palm the soft swell of your ass and tilt your body into a better position. 

The sudden fast drag of his skin over yours rips a choked moan from your lips and you grip down on Yunho’s shoulder, your other hand fisting into the bed sheets at your side, “Yunho, baby,”

“Tell me you missed me,” He threads his hand into your hair, softly tugging your head back and you arch beneath him, pushing your hips against his harder and harder. 

“Ah,” You whine, “ah, fuck, baby I missed you so much,” 

“You want to come don’t you?” He keeps thrusting up between your folds, dragging over you at the most perfect rhythm and you can barely breathe, rocketing back towards your orgasm at what feels like a blinding pace. 

“Yes, god, yes,” You feel like you could cry the pleasure is so heady, your body missing this dynamic so much more than you even realized, and he isn’t even inside you.  

“Then come, pretty girl,” he tweaks your nipple again, drawing you up faster, “I know you can,” 

Your head tips back into the pillows, your body locking up with pleasure, hot with blush and inches from the edge. Yunho sucks in a sharp breath and when you open your eyes again you see Seonghwa shifting onto the bed behind him. He pulls your leggings the rest of the way off your body and Yunho shifts, dropping his hand over your clit to replace his cock and circle it quickly, dipping you backwards into your pleasure again so you don’t lose the orgasm once more. 

“Harder, harder,” You choke, “I’m c-close,” 

His fingers bear down a little more, and with a sudden hot rush you fall apart in his hands, body shaking and vibrating with sharp shocks across your spine. Yunho’s fingers lift, and his cock slots back down against your core. Your eyes snap open when you hear Yunho let out a tight moan, and you’re still trembling when you watch Seonghwa toss the bottle of lubricant from your nightstand onto the bed. He’s pressed up against his husband’s back, one arm reaching around to run along his chest and the other hidden out of your view, but from the blown out look on Yunho’s face you know exactly what he’s doing. 

Seonghwa sidles close to Yunho’s ear, and at the shift of his arm and Yunho’s sudden pant you imagine he’s pushing a finger, maybe two, inside him. “You look so fucking perfect,” Seonghwa says low in his ear. 

“Jesus,” Yunho falters forward a little above you, and Seonghwa sticks to him like glue, “fuck, Hwa,” 

“y/n, jagi,” Seonghwa says, and you meet his gaze over Yunho’s shoulder, “give me your hand,” 

You reach out, and Seonghwa takes his hand off Yunho’s chest to cup yours, drawing it down between your legs and settling it on Yunho’s aching cock. You wait on baited breath for instruction, your eyes darting between them, and Seonghwa wraps your hand around his cock and starts to draw your hand up and down. 

“God,” Yunho’s head drops, his hand fisting into the sheets by your side. 

You shift your hips away so that you can properly work his cock, and once you take over the rhythm, Seonghwa lifts his hand away so that he can return his fingers to Yunho’s chest, ghosting over his skin and coming dangerously close to his nipples. 

“F-fuck,” He chokes, “you two are going to be the death of me,” 

“You love us,” Seonghwa teases him, flicking his nipple sharply. 

Yunho’s hips jerk, pushing himself into your fist and you smile up at him. “You want to come, baby?” 

“Mm,” He manages, his eyes closing as Seonghwa closes his lips over his shoulder. 

“That’s it,” Seonghwa murmurs, and then the tone shifts, his hand pumping his fingers faster and you see the moment that he reaches the right spot inside Yunho. 

His mouth drops open, his muscles tensing, “I’m,” he shudders above you, “fuck, I’m,” 

“Baby, look at me,” You work your hand faster, ignoring the awkward angle and the burn of your muscles as you pump him harder, “look at me,” 

His eyes flash open. 

“Come, on me please,” With your free hand you coast it up the length of your body, slipping up from your stomach to your chest, palming your breast, “please, baby, I need it,” 

His hand grips your waist and you cover it with yours, holding him to you, your pace over his slick cock never faltering. 

“Right there?” Seonghwa murmurs in Yunho’s ear, knowing that he’s hitting the right spot inside him, earning a staggered groan. Seonghwa sighs pleasantly, “Right there, I got you baby,” 

He comes suddenly, releasing across your belly and breasts in thick, warm ropes and he shakes his head when your hand slows, “No, no,” 

You match your previous pace, pumping him fast and hard and drawing out every ounce of his release until he collapses a little more, pushing your hand away and reaching back to still Seonghwa’s motions. His chest is heaving, pink blush from his chest to his cheeks. 

“I love you so much,” Seonghwa murmurs softly, pressing a tender kiss to Yunho’s shoulder and another to his hair. 

It takes him a moment, but eventually Yunho’s eyes reopen and he pushes back up to a sitting position, twisting around to catch Seonghwa’s mouth. He murmurs his reply, a hushed, dazed confession of his own. You will never, ever get tired of watching them like this. They both sit back on their heels, Seonghwa wrapping his arms around Yunho and leaning his cheek on his shoulder. 

You move quietly, pulling your legs back and gingerly rolling off the side of the bed, but as the weight of the bed changes both their eyes open, searching for you. 

“Are you alright?” Seonghwa leans back a bit to see you. 

“Mhm,” You nod, “relax I’ll just be a sec,” 

You silently slip into the bathroom and take the time to clean yourself up. You take care of things with a damp washcloth, and then catch sight of yourself in the mirror. Your hair is a mess, and your makeup is smudged under your eyes. You clean your face off completely with a wipe, splashing cool water over your still warm cheeks, and brush through hair until it’s smooth again. 

When you open the door to the bedroom, they’re still wrapped tightly around each other, sitting relaxed in the center of the bed. You kneel on the mattress and shift towards them, “Let me in,” you murmur as you make it to them. 

They draw you in against their chests with ease, cuddling you close and pressing kisses against your skin. Seonghwa nuzzles your cheek and sighs, “Sometimes I think I’m the luckiest man,” 

“Same,” Yunho smiles, dipping down to kiss his husband’s cheek. 

“I missed this,” You sigh, held between them. 

“Mm,” Seonghwa chuckles, palming your hip and squeezing you a little possessively, “What got into you both? I feel like I just hung up the phone,” 

Your eyes crack open and you grin at Yunho, “All I did was start to talk about babies and he jumped me,” 

“Really?” Seonghwa all but purrs, quirking a brow at Yunho. 

Yunho doesn’t answer right away, and then you register a few things at once. Seonghwa is hard against your back, Yunho’s hand on your inner thigh is coming dangerously close to your center again, and your foam angled pillow is resting at the foot of the bed where it wasn’t a few minutes ago. You feel your body start responding again with ease, goosebumps erupting over your flesh and nipples pebbling. 

“I think,” Seonghwa brushes his fingers over Yunho’s chest, “he might like the idea of getting you pregnant,” 

Yunho’s adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, his eyes flicking down your naked body. 

“Yeah?” You breathe. 

“Mhm, but he’ll just have to wait his turn,” Seonghwa pushes Yunho’s hand away from your thighs.

Your head snaps to the side, and Seonghwa kisses you sweetly before pushing you back onto the mattress. Yunho smiles at your confusion and settles down on his side, stretching long next to you. 

Seonghwa finishes pulling off his dress shirt and unclasps his belt, and your body starts buzzing once again. When he finally eases back onto the bed he moves between your knees, “He likes the idea,” he says, “but so do I,” 

“H-Hwa,” Your voice cracks when he squeezes your thighs hard in his hands. 

“We’ve been trying for so long,” He opens your legs, “but I haven’t been honest about what I want,” 

Your breath is coming in short staccatoed pants, and your voice is trapped in your throat, unable to even ask what he means or where things are suddenly going. It was supposed to just be another night of maximizing the fact that you’re ovulating and then sitting with your hips up for fifteen minutes to hope gravity might help things move along, but so far that’s not at all where things are headed. 

“Tell her,” Yunho prompts when he sees you unable to answer. 

“I haven’t had you the way I want in months,” He hooks his hands behind your knees, “I haven’t heard your pretty moans, and I miss the way you beg, darling,” 

“Oh, god,” You breathe. 

“But most of all,” he tips your legs back with a push of his hands, his gaze intense with heat, “I want to fuck you so full of my cum you can barely keep it inside, I want you to fuck you until you can’t take any more, until you can’t help but get pregnant,” 

“W-wait,” You’re shaking under his hands, feeling spread and exposed and raw, “baby, I,” 

He stills, his voice still firm but checking in all the same, “Love?” 

“I… I don’t,” 

Seonghwa shakes his head and interrupts, “y/n,” his voice is softens a little, “I’ve missed you, and I want you, but if this is too much right now or if I’m hurting you, tell me now,” 

Another night his words might have caused you stress, might have filled you with feelings of grief or shame, but not tonight. Something deep inside you knows, every tiny sign your body has given you over the last week to tell you that this is it. And where you were so focused on the end result for so long, tonight all you can think about is his cock filling you to the brim. 

He holds your gaze, and he waits, but he sighs with relief when you nod, “Take me,” 

“That’s our girl,” Yunho kisses your shoulder. 

Seonghwa folds you open, your knees back so far they’re touching the mattress and he bites his lip as he looks over your glistening folds, “Darling,” he says, his voice shifting back, “tell me what you want,” 

You’re trembling now, the ground you’re on feeling uncertain, unfamiliar, and you look to Yunho. 

He smiles at you warmly, cupping your cheek, “Why do you look so shy, baby?” 

“I don’t know,” You manage, “this is new,” 

He shifts closer, his skin pressing along yours, “Maybe I can help,” 

You nod, and he cranes forward to kiss you. He presses your mouth open, tongue flicking along yours, and when you feel a soft press against your clit you whine. Yunho breaks away from our mouth and nods with his forehead against yours, “Our pretty girl wants a baby, but she’s too shy to ask, my love,” 

“Is that what she wants?” Seonghwa asks, feigning disbelief with a wry smile on his lips. 

“Don’t make her wait,” Yunho says softly. 

Seonghwa shifts forwards, and then you feel him, the sudden push of his hard cock stretching you open, dipping so deep inside you in this position that you shudder under him. 

“Come on,” Seonghwa sinks fully down so that your hips are pressed together, “beg,” 

That voice you know well, and you respond perfectly like a reflex, “Please, sir, please,” 

“Please sir, what?” He grinds down and you groan. 

“Please sir, get me pregnant,” You finally get the words out, and when you finally do Seonghwa’s hands tighten on your hips. 

“Fuck,” He breathes, “again,” 

With your eyes locked on his, everything else falls away. Nothing exists now but the feeling of him buried inside you, the desperate wanting in his eyes, and Yunho’s warm hand stretched over your stomach. All of a sudden it all feels like it should. The words come easily now, “Seonghwa,” you reach for him and rest your hand along his cheek, “get me pregnant,” 

You see the moment in his eyes he loses all sense of control, the idea of tonight clouding his thoughts so thoroughly that all he can do is focus on fucking you. He drops down over you fully, his head buried in your neck and his lips on your shoulder. He lets the rest of his body drop too, his hands slipping down to the mattress, but the weight of him on top of you and your bent position just pushes you into a deeper press, driving his cock in more and more. 

Yunho’s hand is still warmly over your stomach, trapped between you now as Seonghwa’s body pins it down and you feel his fingers flex. 

Seonghwa kisses your shoulder, your neck, choking with need and pulsing inside you, “Our baby wants a baby?” 

Your muscles clench around his cock in response and he groans. 

He rolls his hips, dragging his cock in and out of your wet core and he makes a soft, needy sound against your throat, “Oh you do, don’t you? My perfect girl,” 

His hips start up again and you moan, your head dropping to the side fully to let Seonghwa suck on your pulse points. As your eyes flutter open and meet Yunho’s, you realize he’s slid a little closer. 

“Our husband,” Yunho says, “is going to give you what you want,” He presses down with his hand over your lower abdomen and you whine at the sensation, “right here, sweetheart,” 

“Oh fuck,” You jerk beneath Seonghwa, but in the position you can’t really move. 

Seonghwa pumps his hips faster, his hot breath on your ear, “Tell me you want it,” 

You’re losing yourself to the sensation now, and you nod, frantic, “I want it,” 

“Tell me you need it,” Seonghwa groans. 

“I need it,” You whine, “please, god, please,” 

“I’ll fuck a baby into you,” Seonghwa bites down on your shoulder, “you’ll take it,” 

Hot need and waves of pleasure ripple through you, warm heat flooding up your spine and spreading a blush over your chest and cheeks. All you can think about is how you will, how you have to. With a choked moan you grip down on his shoulders, “Yes, fuck,” 

“Fill her up, baby,” Yunho’s voice is low and husky, and you know he’s probably hard and ready all over again. 

“Yes, yes,” Seonghwa pants, shifting above you fast and pressing his lips to yours. 

You moan into the kiss, now nothing but hot panting between you and Seonghwa’s slick forehead pressing against yours. He’s so close, you can feel it, and so are you - your walls pulsing around him with every hard thrust. You grip down on his shoulders and nod against him, “F-fill me up, Hwa, please come inside me,” 

He shudders, groaning and with one hard snap of his hips he thrusts in as deeply as your body will allow a sudden warm rush pooling in your belly. He grinds his hips into you as he comes, his fingers tight on your soft skin, and the sudden sharp spark of pleasure that rushes to your core tips you right over the edge into your own orgasm. 

“Oh, god,” You whine, your head falling back as you let it wash over you. 

“Perfect,” Yunho sighs next to you, his fingers soft on your scalp, “take it all, sweetheart,” 

“Fuck,” Seonghwa pants against your throat, “I can feel you,” 

The rolling wave of your release crests and recedes, and as your mind starts to clear all you can feel is their skin on yours and your mind thrums, echoes of their words inside you, the promise of this time leaving you boneless and sated. 

Seonghwa’s shaking as he recovers from his own orgasm, still slick with sweat and breathing heavily against you. When he finally pushes up and off you, your body starts to uncurl from its bent position and you hiss at the sudden ache through your hips. 

“Hey,” Seonghwa soothes, slowing down his movements immediately so he can find your eyes, “did I hurt you?” 

You shake your head, “No, no, I’m okay,”

  “Yunho,” Seonghwa looks up and smiles when he sees his husband already grabbing the foam pillow from the end of the bed, “perfect,” 

Yunho tucks it under your lower back, and with slow movements Seonghwa drops you down on the pillow and comes to your side. Yunho starts to softly massage your aching muscles and looks down at you, “This okay?” 

“Mhm,” You sigh, smiling at him. 

Seonghwa’s hands drop to your opposite hip and thigh and he starts to work his hands in time with Yunho before he says, “I know the doctor said this is kind of an old wives tale,” referring to the elevation of your hips, “but it can’t hurt,” 

“Yeah,” You agree, “and it feels nice,” 

“Good,” Seonghwa murmurs, smoothing a hand over your hip, “just relax,” 

You almost forgot how much you love the way they care for you after an intense scene or even just a rougher moment in bed. Your sex life with them had changed so much over the past year to be so focused on the mere idea of conception, and your body has been so full of stress and anxiety. Formal scenes or even just passionate sex had fallen by the wayside, and tears bubble up inside you at the realization, a sudden overwhelming emotional current taking you in. 

“Baby, what, what’s wrong?” Yunho registers the change in your demeanor easily and cups your cheek. 

“Nothing,” You sigh before sniffing back the tears and smiling, “honestly, I just missed you both so fucking much,” 

Yunho grins, dropping to your side so he can once again lay lengthwise next to you, and kisses you soundly, “Yeah?” 

“Mm,” You murmur against his mouth, “let’s not let ourselves get that lost again, okay?” 

Yunho nods, his thumb sweeping over your cheekbone. 

Seonghwa’s hand shifts forward over your skin and settles over your belly, softly stroking your skin here as he eases down on your opposite side. Yunho looks down, smiling at the sight before dropping his own hand over Seonghwa’s, their fingers slotting together over your warm belly. 

“I’m not pregnant yet,” You joke softly. 

“Mm, I don’t care,” Seonghwa sighs hot against your shoulder, his eyes glued to your body, “I can’t stop thinking about it,” 

You’re quiet for a moment, breathing slow and relaxed and letting the weight of their hands soak into you. Your hips are starting to lose their little aches now that you’re uncurled, and you nearly drift into sleep. You stay connected loosely to consciousness when you feel Seonghwa kissing your shoulder, curling closer to your body so he can stroke a line up from your stomach to your chest, his fingers deliberately soft and gentle. 

“You know,” He murmurs, nipping at your skin, “I think to make sure this time it takes, I might just have to keep you in this bed for a few days,” 

“Oh yeah?” Your eyes pop open and you look down at him. 

“I think I should keep you nice and full of my cum,” His voice is husky and hungry again already, “and keep you right here until we’re sure,” 

“Fuck,” You curse softly. 

Yunho’s hand tightens over your belly and you look to him, his lips parted and his cock standing hard again, the tip already red and leaking beads of precum. 

“Will you do that for us, darling?” Seonghwa shifts, kissing up the smooth column of your throat, “Will you be good and take my cum until you can’t take any more?” 

“My god, yes,” You whine, your body coming alive again. 

Yunho’s hips jerk on the bed beside you, his cock connecting with your thigh and he groans, wrapping a hand around his shaft to get a little relief. 

“Hwa,” You cup his cheek, bringing his face up to yours, “I’ll do whatever you want, you can have me anyway you want, but look,” 

Hwa’s eyes flick past your shoulder and catches sight of Yunho working his aching cock. 

“Yunho’s been so patient,” You murmur, “let’s help him come,” 

“So generous,” Seonghwa teases you, kissing you firmly before shifting over you and running his hand along Yunho’s chest. 

“Mm, no, it’s okay,” Yunho sighs, “keep taking care of her, I’m good,” 

“Baby,” Seonghwa shakes his head, “stop, just tell me where you want to come,” 

He hesitates, but only for a moment before he says, “Your mouth,” 

Seonghwa grins, his hands leaving you as he starts to reposition on the bed. 

You slide back a little to give them room, but Yunho’s hand closes around your wrist to stop you. “Where are you going?” He smiles. 

“You want Hwa,” 

“When have I ever not wanted you too, pretty girl?” He squeezes his hand, tugging you a little closer by your wrist but not hard enough to hurt. 

“Where do you want me?” 

“Right here,” Yunho smiles as he pulls you forward again, tapping his chin with his free hand, “I want to taste you both,” 

Your stomach flips at his words and you let him draw you forward, settling your body over him and bracing his hands on your hips. You brush his hair away from his forehead, carding your fingers through his dark curls and smile down at him, “Is this what you want?” 

His hands shift to your ass and he pulls you down a little further, “Get down here already,” 

You fall forward a little and brace yourself on the mattress above him, “Baby!”

“I’m not going to ask nicely again,” His teeth gently drag along your inner thigh and his fingers flex hard when he feels you jump in response. 

“God, you’re bossy today,” You tease him, but you love every second of it, so you drop a little lower and sigh when you feel his tongue part your folds. 

“Yunho?” Seonghwa’s voice comes from your side. 

“Hmm?” Yunho hums as he starts to gently roll his tongue over your clit, his eyes closed as he focuses on your pleasure. 

“Can I take care of you?” 

Yunho nods, and you feel his body shift around under you, relaxing with his legs open so Seonghwa can easily slot between them. You know the moment Seonghwa stops teasing Yunho and sinks his mouth down over his cock, Yunho grips you hard with his fingers and moans into your heat, his tongue stalling out as he lives inside his own pleasure for a few moments more. 

“Yunho,” You whine, rocking your hips just a little. 

His eyes flash open up at you and you can tell his smiling from the way his eyes crinkle up, “Needy,” 

“Mhm,” You sink your hand into his hair, rolling your hips again. 

Yunho’s voice catches and you hear the wet sound of Seongha’s mouth behind you, but Yunho holds his attention on you, “Stay still,” 

“Make me,” 

His eyes harden, and he doesn’t hesitate to push you up away from his face so he can better address his husband, “Hwa, a little help?” 

You hear Seonghwa take a sharp inhale and he lightly clears his throat, “What do you need?” 

Yunho smiles, and then reaches around you, trapping your hands together and wrenching you backwards a bit so that you have to arch your back to keep the position comfortable, “Do something with her, she’s being a brat,” 

Your eyes nearly roll back in your head and Seonghwa laughs. You hear him shuffle around you behind you for a moment, and then fabric closes around your wrists to bind them together. He taps your arm to prompt you, and Yunho’s hands leave you as you pull on the cloth restraint, testing its tightness so that Seonghwa can see your mobility and ensure the binds aren’t too tight. 

“You want a lesson, baby?” Seonghwa laughs again, his edge back again now that he knows what Yunho and you both want. 

“Yes, sir,” You nod frantically. 

Yunho’s hands return to your hips, settling you over his mouth again, and without hesitation Seonghwa tugs softly on the fabric lead that controls your wrists and your stability over Yunho. Seonghwa settles down between Yunho’s legs again, gently pulling on the lead again so that you have to arch further, your arms stretching out behind you a little painfully. He hums, content when he says, “Everytime you move, I’ll pull. If you stop counting for Yunho, I’ll pull. If you don’t beg when we ask, I’ll pull. Hell,” He tugs gently again and you hiss at the sensation, “if I feel like it, I’ll pull.” 

“Yes, sir,” You pant. 

“Good,” He says, and Yunho groans into your thigh so you know Seonghwa must be teasing him too, “now be a good slut and come on his face,” 

“Ah, fuck,” You choke, Yunho’s mouth attaching to your clit again as he sucks hard, almost painfully so. 

“Color,” Seonghwa says, his voice crisp and clean. 

“Green, sir,” You confirm with a nod, and you interlace your fingers to ground yourself a little. 

“Good girl,”

You hear the wet sound of Seonghwa’s mouth on Yunho’s prone cock again, feel the vibration from him groaning between your thighs, and you fight the urge to work your hips fast against him. Painful pleasure shoots up your spine as Yunho devours you, no longer tender but all his attention aimed on making you fall apart fast and hard. 

You almost forget that you’re supposed to count and what that means for you, so when Yunho’s hand cracks down over your ass cheek you sputter and jerk. Seonghwa tugs the lead and you remember yourself, “One!”

The lead stays steady. 

Yunho drags his tongue through your folds, pressing it up inside you and you shudder knowing he’s tasting his husband’s release, making a mess of himself between your legs. 

His hand descends again and you stay still this time, “Two,” 

Once more. “Three!”

The sting from the next three spanks has tears gathering in your eyes but you manage to stay put and count perfectly on each. When Yunho’s opposite hand shifts up from your thigh to your waist to hold you steady, you know everything’s about to get much more intense. You’re completely unprepared for the sting this time, it’s been so long since your last session like this, and the sound that breaks out of your lips is raw. You jerk your hips and Yunho sucks your clit again harshly, the bubble of sharp, hot pleasure running up your chest. 

You move, and you forget to count, and Seonghwa tugs, wrapping the lead around his hand to shorten it. You rock backwards, and Yunho’s broad hand on your waist steadies you just enough so that you can regain your bearings, but now the position is stretched and taut. Your arms are stretched long behind you, your back arching to accommodate the position, and your thighs start to burn from the effort of holding you steady. 

“Six!” You choke out, but you realize your mistake fast. Seonghwa tugs again and you whine, “Please, please, I’m sorry, seven!”

The lead relaxes the exact amount he had just taken up and you almost sob in relief. 

Seonghwa says nothing, normally he would be goading you or verbally directing you, they both would. This time they keep quiet and let you figure things out for yourself, Seonghwa’s mouth too busy working over Yunho’s cock. You make it to ten spanks before they give you any more relief, and you suspect it’s because Yunho himself is close to coming. 

Seonghwa chokes behind you, Yunho twitches beneath you, and with one shuddering moan you know he’s spilling himself down Seonghwa’s throat. His mouth only stills for a moment, but the moment his head clears he redoubles his efforts and he pulls your hips closer, burying his face into your wet cunt with fervor, your clit rocking steadily over his nose as he fucks you with his tongue. 

Seonghwa drops the lead, and the change in balance has you falter for just a moment, but Seonghwa’s hand connects between your shoulder blades and he keeps you steady. 

“Can’t you come?” His voice is hoarse. 

“I’m close,” You pant, still fighting the urge to participate like they know you want. 

Seonghwa settles behind you, reaching around to tweak a nipple between his fingers, “Then show us,” 

You whine softly, your head dropping back onto his shoulder, your orgasm rushing towards you but still just out of reach. 

Yunho shifts his hands, one splaying wide over your abdomen and the other gripping your hip. Seonghwa’s voice is low when he breathes against your ear, “Show us what a good slut you are, fuck his face,” 

You crumble, his words all the permission you need and you blink your eyes open and look down to Yunho. With an experimental roll you find exactly where everything feels best and then sink into your rhythm. Yunho moans into you, pressing up with his tongue and guiding your hips with his hand. 

“Does that feel good, jagiya?” Seonghwa nips at your ear. 

“I’m,” You shudder, “I need to come,” 

“No one’s stopping you,” Seonghwa squeezes you. 

You’re tired, exhausted from the tough position that they held you in, your thighs shaking as you hold yourself up and keep moving, but you need it now, so close on the razorwire of pleasure that you know you can’t stop. Blush heats your cheeks, tears bubble up, and the knot of release inside you tightens further still. 

“Please, please,” You beg, and their hands grip you harder. 

Yunho repositions his mouth, adding the rough pad of his tongue to the sensations you’re riding and it all comes apart. You moan and squirm, body twitching and rolling as you unravel into your release, and Seonghwa’s murmuring praises in your ear but all you can barely make sense of the words. Yunho’s tongue flicking across your clit shifts suddenly from pleasurable to painfully overstimulated and you jerk your hips back, leaning further into Seonghwa’s embrace. 

“Shh, shh,” He soothes you, tugging smoothly at the binds around your wrists so that you can release your arms, “settle down, baby, we got you,” 

You’re breathing heavily, shaky and weary, and with slow movements, Seonghwa lifts you off of Yunho and eases you down onto the bed. You’re suddenly warm, wrapped up between them and covered in blankets and Yunho’s fingertips on your jaw ease your eyes open. 

“Sweetheart,” He murmurs, “talk to us a minute,” 

“I’m good,” You sigh, a lazy, satisfied smile on your lips as you snuggle into them, “tired,” 

“You know you’re our beautiful girl, right?” Seonghwa spoons you, nuzzling into your shoulder and kissing your skin softly, “You know we love you?” 

Anytime they touch you like that, talk to you like that, or control you like that, it always ends this way. Seonghwa’s soft and kind assurances that despite the names or the degrees of punishment, you’re theirs and you’re loved. No matter how many times you play this way, they never let you forget that. 

“Mhm,” You nod sleepily, “I love you too,” 

“Are you hurting at all?” Yunho checks as you drop your forehead to his chest and let your eyes drift closed again. 

“Mm-mm,” You shake your head. 

“Should we let you sleep, pretty girl?” Seonghwa chuckles. 

All you can do is nod. You fall asleep to soft kisses, gentle stroking touches, and warm arms around you. You fall asleep more sated than you’ve been in months, and they drop into sleep right behind you. You sink into each other in the center of the wide mattress and you rest. 

In the morning you wake up tangled together, a mass of limbs and sleepy sighs. Seonghwa has clearly been awake a little longer than you, and he massages your skin, peppering kisses over your shoulders and back. Yunho snores softly and adjusts next to you. 

Seonghwa shifts behind you, slipping his hand between you and Yunho, and he kisses the hollow of your ear softly. 

“One more time,” He says, his voice low as he rolls you towards him, “please,” 

You nod, leaving your body pliant, letting him move you where he wants you. With ease he pushes you onto your side, and he slides behind your back between you and Yunho. He pushes up your leg to open up to him and you arch your back to position yourself a little better to take him again. 

His fingers slip through your folds, testing your wetness and finding you need a little stimulation before he can take you the way he wants. He wets two fingers in his mouth and then slides them over your clit, still a little swollen and sensitive from the night before. With slow, gentle circles he gets your body responding. 

“There we go,” He murmurs, “you want me too, don’t you?” 

He sounds hoarse and a little desperate and you nod again, your fingers gripping down on the sheets as a rolling rush of pleasure echoes up your body. He wets his fingers again, rocking them over your clit and dipping them inside again and again until you’re trembling and dripping for him, and then he repositions. In one smooth stroke he thrusts inside, and then he stills, gathering you close to his chest with a shaky sigh, his hand slipping over your stomach once more. 

“Hwa,” You murmur, your voice incredibly small. 

“Right here,” He murmurs, caressing your skin and kissing your temple, “god, you’ll be so beautiful for me, jagiya,” 

The purpose of the night comes back to you in a rush. You sigh and groan softly, “All for you.” You push your hips back into his. 

He thrusts slowly this time, taking his time with you and savoring the pulsing wet feeling around him, “I’ll come right here,”

You moan softly under him. 

“I’ll make you ours forever,” He pants, his hips moving a little faster. 

“Hwa,” You sigh, “please, please get me pregnant,” 

His breath catches, and his hand slides lower to cup your abdomen, “You could be already,” 

His words make your muscles twitch and clench around him and he sighs against your skin. You push back with your hips again, “Let’s make sure, don’t stop,” 

He shakes his head against yours, holding you to him as he thrusts, his fingers tightening when he gets closer and closer. 

“Please,” You murmur softly, “Don’t stop,” 

He spills himself inside you with a quiet moan, holding himself still and deep as he comes down from his hard release, and without saying a word he slips his hand between your legs to gently work you up to your own orgasm. He stays inside you all the while despite his softening cock, not wanting to risk losing a single drop, and it takes time before he feels comfortable enough to pull out.

The bed shifts behind you both, and gentle hands tuck you both in. You listen to the sound of your other husband making breakfast in the kitchen. Something feels like it’s shifted, both new and familiar. With your eyes closed you listen. Seonghwa’s steady breath, the clicking of dishes, the movement of the city outside on a bright spring morning. 

Soft music starts to play from the other room. Yunho hasn’t started his day with music in a long time, and you used to love waking up to the sound and his easy energy as he drew you both out of bed and into your mornings. You forgot it, easily eaten away by stress and worry and doubt. You let yourself listen a little longer, quietly willing this time to be the time, and though you’ve made the same silent plea before, this time everything feels different, feels possible. 

A month later, the news brings you all to tears - elation mixing with new anxieties tangled up with  joy and relief, such easy and sudden relief. You’ll need a bigger apartment, another room or maybe two. The shopping list you never let yourself make before comes easily now, and the hopes that you all kept quiet from each other spill out in a dizzy, excited rush. It’s not so hard to look forward now, so together, always together, you do.  💌 taglist - @x0cherrytattoo0x @just-here-to-read-01 @simeonswhore @rielleluvs @ourbabies-bts @mingkiyoo @belletiny @moonseonghwa @jwying @treasure-jackpot @thirstiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @seonghwaxtoothless @matzstars @lenireads @parkthothwa8 @halotopicecream @s10an @8tinytings @kiwibaekie @sunasleftball @tannie13 @camilacastro @phoenix-karma @atinymonbebestay @kpopslittles1ut @lucentchan @seobtak @billboard-singer @jlm92 @side-angel @createyour0wnworld @mywooyo @halesandy @enchantingbrowneyedgirl @sophxom @lydiairl @seokjins-condoms @yoongimingyuchan @y2keigo @kpoplover718 @heart-coiored @blckbianxious @oippang @atinytease @minkysmilk @becauseiloveyunho @asjkdk @stranger-thighs @kpoplover-19 @annaflwrs @nina-at-any-time @bloomingsann @rielleluvs @jjongguromi @asjkdk @nabis-dreamscape-world @twancingyunhao​ @riot-hellion​ @pyxieyxie @namsloverr​ @mixling-blog​ @kodzukein​ @hyukssunflower​ @yousaybieberisaybiersack​ @ateezreactionsandscenarios​ @plutoneu​ @17caratcakes​ @idjitscentral @daekcottoncos​ @sohnkiss​ @narrylilomylove​ @lilramennoodle​ @noonaishere​ @savluvschan​ @mingi-banana​ @miransfw​ @ayoo-bangtan​ @eve217 @blglmgk01​ @miriamxsworld​ @kirooz​

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Pairing: YunHwa x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: fingering, anal sex, degradation, couch sex, light choking, light marking, creampie, overstimulation, mentions of past sessions and oral

@latte-fairytaekwoon

HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃⛓️🔪

The faked moans of the boring, yet explicit movie sounds flood the dim room.

The scene was faked, but your arousal wasn't. Your slick stains your panties and stuck uncomfortably to your cunt. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to keep your mind and body at bay.

Upon trying to steady your breathing, it hitches in your throat as Seonghwa's hand rests on your thigh. Your brain stop working momentarily, and proceeds to shut down when Yunho does the same on your other thigh.

Your eyes slightly shift in and out of focus because of the amount of seating heat that pools in your underwear. You feel a light pinch on your leg. Glancing down, your mouth waters. Yunho's hand covers most of your thigh, the veins shifting under his skin as he massages the muscle.

Your teeth sink into your lip, trying to bring your focus back onto the raunchy film. It's not unusual that they get touchy like this. You three are close enough to be a stress outlet for one another.

But, ever since you started to fucking around with these two, you just couldn't find yourself going with other guys. Seonghwa and Yunho's touch are the only touches that seem to satisfy you.

But they didn't need to know that. They didn't need to know that you wanted Seonghwa to bend you over the couch and pound into you from behind while you choke on Yunho's cock.

They didn't need to know that, you've thought about waking them up with a blowjob, about how you wanted them to mark and claim you, about how you want their mouths and hands all over your body.

They didn't need to know that, you wanted them to eat you out until you're shaking and crying for them.

"Hello? Earth to y/n?"

A voice snapped you out of your lustful daze. Your head snaps up as your cheeks and ears tint red. Your words are stuck in your throat, your eyes look into Seonghwa's. His usually bright sparkly eyes, are dark and hold a lustful glare.

Your cheeks heat up as you try and look away from Seonghwa, only to look at yunho. His eyes mirror Seonghwa's but with a more playful glint. You slump into the couch, hoping it would swallow you whole. Their lustful gaze on you, send shivers down your spine. Seonghwa tilts your head towards him, watching with a smirk at your pleading eyes.

Seonghwa takes pity and places his lips on yours. His hands grip onto your hips, pulling you into his lap. You sense shifting behind you, before Yunho's cold hands run under your shirt. Leaning back, you allow him to slip the shirt off, quickly discarding your bra.

Seonghwa's tongue licks a stripe up the column of your neck, absorbing the whine that spills from your lips. His teeth nip lightly at the junction where your neck and shoulder meets. His hands dance across the expanse of your stomach, moving towards your pants.

Yunho hooks his fingers into the material and pull them off along with your soaked panties. You hear a few threads pop, but Seonghwa's mouth on your neck and his fingers playing with your clit feel too good. A faint pop is heard before a cool slicked up finger is prodded against your ass. Yunho's free hand, grips your hips, tilting them back. His fingers slowly push it, gushing you with kisses along your shoulder and back.

You've done anal so many times, but it's quite hard to get used to. It's just a whole other feeling from your pussy. Seonghwa's fingers push into your cunt and you feel as if you're body is on fire. Your hips push back against Yunho's fingers and grind down into Seonghwa's.

"Fuck angel, you're dripping. You're such a little whore for us. So good baby, so fucking good."

Yunho's voice drops an octave and you swear you could cum from his voice alone. Your moans and cries are the fuel for their fingers. They piston in and out of your holes at alternating times, never leaving you empty.

When Seonghwa's fingers go in, Yunho's go out. Your brain tries to warn them about your impending orgasm, but when Yunho's free hand wraps around your delicate neck, your body gives in. You slump back against Yunho's chest, smiling weakly when Yunho smiles and kisses along your pink cheeks.

"Such a good girl. You did so good, so pretty. All for us."

Seonghwa eases his fingers out of you, before tugging his jeans off. Yunho lifts you up, helping Seonghwa tug his down. His dick slaps against his stomach, leaking pre-cum. He grunts as he releases himself from the confines of his boxers. Your mouth hangs open slightly as you stroke him.

Watching him throw his head back, exposing his neck to you. Taking the chance, you kiss and suck along his neck while guiding his cock to your pussy. His groans are loud as his nail dig into your hips. Your hips rise and fall, along with whines and cries.

Peering behind you, you make eye contact with Yunho. Giving him a knowing grin, you moan out his name. Yunho's cock twitches, not waiting another moment before sinking his cock into your ass. Your movements stop momentarily, crying out loud when Yunho bottoms out.

Your eyes blur and you feel hands slam you down. Your back arching and hands scrambling for purchase in Seonghwa's chest. His cock rams into you, successfully knocking out the air from your lungs.

Your moans and cries are definitely loud enough to trigger people in the apartments around you. But you're too lost in pleasure to care. Seonghwa's tip, brushes against your g-spot. Your breath catching in your throat.

Yunho and Seonghwa's cock dragging against your walls, feels so good that you can barely register that your second orgasm has approached. You clench around their cocks, laying limp in Seonghwa's lap. Your sensitive body feels tingly as their hips send jolts of pleasure through your veins.

"Fuck angel, you're so tight. Shit, you feel do good around me."

Your eyes tear up as your hips squirm and jerk. A particular jab against your g-spot and another orgasm rips through you. Seonghwa moans, the warm tightness around his cock proving too much.

His cum paints your insides, a jolt as pleasure wringing through his body. Yunho's grip is like a vice as his hips move sloppily. His cock, pulses, everytime your hole flutters around him.

His groans are loud as his cum spills into you. Your moans are weak, as you clench around both of them again, making them moan. Yunho's hips still, milking himself dry. A moment of silence is deafening, before Seonghwa's hips, buck up into yours.

Your throat burns as you moan and whine from the stimulation. A needy cry falls from your swollen lips. Seonghwa and Yunho chuckle sadistically.

"What? Did you think we done with you? Oh baby, we've got all night to ruin you."

[k-hotchoisan]

🌶️spicy boys🌶️

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🌶️ - smut

🩷 - requests

🌸 - fluff

🥀 - angst

Ateez

Special Masterlists

🌶️ ♡ How to be a heartbreaker ♡ (various x reader)

🌶️ 🌶️K’s 500: This or that?🌶️

🌶️ stay perverted: the masterlist (1.5K followers celebration)

🌶️ K’s Twisted Wonderland 🍄 (2K followers celebration

Hongjoong

🌶️🩷🌸 first time’s the charm

🌶️🩷 all hands on me

🌶️ wetting your lips - stay perverted series

Seonghwa

🌶️🌸 toothbrush

🌶️🩷 agora hills

🌶️🩷 seonghwa licking chocolate off your tits pt.2

🌶️ Seonghwa’s bite kink

🌶️ heavy and sticky — stay perverted series

🌶️ missing piece — bro x aubs collab

Yunho

🌶️🩷 under the influence

🌶️🩷 Yunho & his hands

🌶️🩷 golden retriever

🌶️ Yuyu’s hands pt2

🌶️ body language - stay perverted series

Yeosang

🌶️ active recovery

🌶️ sticky web

🌶️ vanilla and cream - stay perverted series

🌶️🩷 alrighty aphrodite

San

🌶️ Soaking Wet

🌶️ in my head

🌶️ Divination with the Demon

🌶️ the last of the real ones

🌶️ Seven minutes in heaven, but make it San

🌶️ good girl’s guide to summoning a demon 👻✨FRIDAY 13TH SPECIAL✨👻

🌶️ word vomit about being choked by San

🌶️ what’s so great about hoodie season? (San)

🌶️ “just the tip” (san)

🌶️🩷 when San’s a little too jealous

🌶️🩷 snap

🌶️🩷 angelholic

🌶️🩷 San choking you while he fucks you

🌶️🩷 san overstimulating you

🌶️ the scentist - stay perverted series

🌶️🩷 pretty kitty

🌶️ save a horse, ride a cowboy

🌶️ his favourite (Choi San’s birthday special)

🌶️ coming home with me

Mingi

🌶️ seven minutes in heaven

🌶️ when mingi cums on your face

🌶️🩷 I want you

🌶️ under the sheets - stay perverted series

🌶️ backseat serenade

Wooyoung

🌶️🩷 slow down

🌶️ and you never invited me?

🌶️ to the side(p1) /from the back(p2) - stay perverted series

🌶️ how to tame a brat tamer

Jongho

🌶️🌸 almost natural

🌶️ touch and sketch - stay perverted series

Two's a crowd, why not have more?

🌶️🩷 good cop, bad cop (Seonghwa x fem!reader x Yunho)

🌶️🩷 when the gang is banging (OT8)

🌶️🩷 when your daddies come home from work (sanhwa x fem!reader)

🌶️🩷 7 minutes of compensation (yunhwa x fem!reader)

🌶️🩷 play rough (sanhwa x fem!reader)

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[baekhvuns]

First of all, why did wake up to Miss Baekhvuns plagiarism era. 😭

Second of all, I had a dream that you might find interesting, don't remember the details but it involved Hwa singing my fave Baekhyun song - UN Village. Safe to say I have lost my mind...

Oof, that edit hurt a bit. And please, post all the Seonghwa WIPs, I crave death. Doom at Your Service is too good, really took me by surprise. 💔

Stop, because I also had Maid Sama in mind, hahaha (I'm re-watching it rn 👀). I'm a greedy Shinestar, but I think Yunho would be interesting as Usui, one of my friends is YunHwa biased and she told me there are not enough Yunho fics. Btw anime, I watched Fena the Pirate Princess last year, it was so-so but I need Seonghwa as Yukimaru.

Another anime that is kinda similar to Kamisama Kiss and dear to my heart is Kakuriyo Bed and Breakfast for Spirits but I actually re-watched it recently and now I like Ginji (he's like Tomoe but not a tsundere just good boy vibes uwu <3) more than the main guy Odanna, oops. Not surprising, cause me getting older is like that Drake meme: bad boys 🤚🏻 good boys 👍🏻lol - DV 💖

First of all, why did wake up to Miss Baekhvuns plagiarism era. 😭

LMFAOOOO FHWKHFKWHFKE IT WAS SO MUCH FUN but a few ppl grrrr THE WAY EVERYONE WAS LIKE “BESTIE U MADE IT” “FIRST CONTROVERSY LESSGOOO”

Second of all, I had a dream that you might find interesting, don't remember the details but it involved Hwa singing my fave Baekhyun song - UN Village. Safe to say I have lost my mind...

excuse me. ur making me loose my mind in my uni rn WITH THAT SCENE IMAGINED u would never hear from me if hwa ever dropped a un village cover, ill deactivate.

no but hear me out, fashion designer hwa x assistant or rival fashion designer reader 😭😭😭😭🔫 with that song playing in the back FBWNBFENFHKWHDKW

Oof, that edit hurt a bit. And please, post all the Seonghwa WIPs, I crave death. Doom at Your Service is too good, really took me by surprise. 💔

IT HURT ALOT 😭😭😭😭 esp the “even if we are in different worlds, i will wind you…my soo” 😭😭😭🔫🔫

BRKWHDKEBM ill disclose like two of them bc the rest r a surprise

1. do u rmr the romcom movie “the proposal” with sandra bullock + ryan reynolds HRKWHDKW the fake dating 🤌🏼🤌🏼✨

2. tutor hwa x senior reader ofc ofc we love to see it

RIGHT DOOM AT UR SERVICE WAS RLY GOOD but u know what was even better the “m a n e r” and the response from joo ik (soohyuk) WHERE HE PURRED

Stop, because I also had Maid Sama in mind, hahaha (I'm re-watching it rn 👀). I'm a greedy Shinestar, but I think Yunho would be interesting as Usui, one of my friends is YunHwa biased and she told me there are not enough Yunho fics. Btw anime, I watched Fena the Pirate Princess last year, it was so-so but I need Seonghwa as Yukimaru.

FBANDBMSDBMS PLS MR USUI 😩😩 king,,, i am also a greedy shinestar and wanted to do hwa but i think ill go with yunho too 😭😭

👁👄👁 OH ILL WATCH IT AYO omg have u watched pretty rhythm aurora dream + yumerio patisserie????? they’re sO good and u can bet ur ass hwa watched them too <3

Another anime that is kinda similar to Kamisama Kiss and dear to my heart is Kakuriyo Bed and Breakfast for Spirits but I actually re-watched it recently and now I like Ginji (he's like Tomoe but not a tsundere just good boy vibes uwu <3) more than the main guy Odanna, oops. Not surprising, cause me getting older is like that Drake meme: bad boys 🤚🏻 good boys 👍🏻lol - DV 💖

RHWKHDWK THANK U FOR THE REC BC I NEED THEM IN THIS 6 HR BREAK 😭😭😭😭 tomoe is like hongjoong in a nutshell towards seomghwa ☺️☺️☺️ LMFAOOOO NOT THAT MEME FBFBFBFB

[wonderlandfanfic]

Hi! I’m gonna go straight to the point, I’m gonna write fanfics as in both x reader and member x member. I’m gonna write what ships and other necessary stuff below but first of all.

The ships are all for good fun, so please respect others OTPs or dislikes for them. End of the day it’s just a ship and we don’t know the truth about this people so don’t assume and just have fun thinking they are cute together.

Ships I do;

Bts: Namjin, Yeonseok, 2seok, Yeonkook, Namkook.

Ateez: Yungi, Seongjoong, Seongsang, Woosan, Woosanhwa, Yunhwa.

X reader;

Genders for the reader: cis (female/male), trans, nonbinary and everything else! Basically everything in the LGBTQA+ community.

Sexuality: Everything in LGBTQA+ aka straight, gay, lesbian which mean I also write platonic fanfics, it doesn’t have to be romantic.

I don’t write soulmate/college AUs. I really like mafia and hybrid AUs lately so feel free to request those.

I do smut but I don’t think I’m very good and they will be very short. I will try and include your requested kinks into it ((poly allowed as well so request more characters if you wanna, I do all the members from both bands))

Remember to keep updated since I will update this pose if it needs it but of course I will repost it if I do so look after those!

[theshookiey]

Cloud Macchiato

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yunho X Reader X Seonghwa 

Requests: Open!

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you would be willing to do a Yunho x reader x Seonghwa coffee shop!au? I was hoping the reader would be a barista and Ateez is non-idol; maybe YunHwa falls for her and it's just a lot of fluff? Thank you so much! -🦊 anon

The bell to the shop chimed, signaling more wonderful customers... You let out a quiet sigh before turning the sink off and grabbing a paper towel to dry your hands. “Hello! Welcome in! What can I get for you today?” You say as you throw the paper towel into the trash. You force a smile on your face before turning around to greet the customer. Your fake smile disappears off your face, a real one replacing it instead, as you stare at the two men in front of you. “Yunho! Seonghwa! Back so soon?” 

The two of them laugh awkwardly and scratch the back of their necks. “Ah, well we liked the drink you made for us so much that we wanted another one.” Seonghwa sends you a bright smile. 

“Oh, do you want the same thing then?” You tilt your head to the side, smiling back at the tall boy in front of you. He nods his head in confirmation before pulling out his wallet. 

“You’re really pretty.” Yunho mumbles as he watches you type in their order. 

“Did you say something?” You lift your head to look at the boy with blue hair. Yunho freezes and a deep blush dusts over his face. 

“Oh nothing...” Yunho waves his hands at you and shakes his head no. This causes you to giggle and nod your head at him. Seonghwa’s receipt starts to print, which causes you to look away from Yunho. 

“Here you are. I will have those ready in just a minute!” You hand Seonghwa the receipt. He nods at you before leading Yunho away from the counter and to one of the tables near you. 

No one else was in the shop besides the three of you so it was completely silent, so it wasn’t hard to hear what the two boys were saying. “What were you thinking?” Seonghwa whispers to Yunho, and you think he smacks him because Yunho lets out a little yelp. 

“I didn’t mean to! It just slipped out!” Yunho hisses at his friend. 

You let out a small chuckle at the interaction before grabbing both of their drinks and walking to their table. “Two cloud macchiatos.” You hand each of them a drink before turning to walk off. 

“Wait!” A hand grabs your wrist, causing you to stop walking. You spin around and look down to see Yunho staring at you with a small smile. “Since we’re the only ones in here.. why don’t you sit with us for a bit?” Yunho gives you puppy eyes and he pouts a little. You look at Seonghwa, who is already staring at you with a raised eyebrow. 

“Ummm...” You trail off, looking towards the cameras. “I don’t see why not, but not for long.” You turn your head to look back at Yunho. 

“Great!” He instantly drops your wrist before kicking the chair in front of them out. “So, how long have you been working here?” Yunho takes a sip out of his drink as he watches you sit.

“About eight months so far. I started right before college.” You push a stray piece of hair out of your face. 

Yunho lets out a small hum and he opens his mouth to say something but he is cut off by Seonghwa. “What is your major?” 

“I’m a science major but I’m not sure how I like it yet.” You laugh slightly and brush invisible dust off your pants. “What about you?” You look back up at Seonghwa. He was leaned back in his chair, his eyes were narrowed slightly as the looked you up and down. A small smirk was apparent on his face.

“I am studying philosophy right now. I graduate in two years though and afterwards I am going to law school.” Seonghwa finishes off his drink before setting the empty cup back on the table, he never breaks eye contact with you as he does. You both continue to stare at each other, Seonghwa’s smirk only growing as the a blush starts to appear on your face. 

Yunho shoves Seonghwa slightly as he scoots closer to him. “I am studying marine biology!” Yunho smiles at you brightly, his eyes sparkle a little as you start to study his face.

“Is that why your hair is blue?” Seonghwa bursts into laughter at your question and Yunho’s face falls. A deep blush makes its way to his face as you start to laugh at his reaction. He tries to stutter out a response but nothing comes out. “I’m kidding. I think your hair looks pretty.” Your laughter dies down and a huge smile is on your face, one that makes Yunho’s heart start to race.

Yunho continues to stare at you with wide eyes. “You have a beautiful smile.” He looks in your eyes as he says this, his own lips lifting into a smile as he stares at your shocked face, a light blush dusting your cheeks. 

“He’s right, you know?” Your eyes flicker to Seonghwa, who sends you a playful wink. 

Your blush gets worse and you bury your face in your hands to hide from the two of them. “I... should get back to work.” You say into your hands, your voice coming out muffled.

“You’re right, you should. Besides, we have to get to class....” Yunho trails off as the two of them stand up. You hear the two of them walk around the table and come to a stop on either side of you. 

It is silent for a few seconds, causing your to lift you head up. “What are you do-” You stop talking as both boys lean down and kiss your cheeks. Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open. 

“See you later! Call us!” Seonghwa calls out to you as both the boys walk out the door. 

You bring your hands up to your warm cheeks. You sit there for a good five minutes before shaking your head and standing up. Once you push the chair in you see a napkin, with writing, laying on the table. You pick it up to see what was written on it, only to find

Call us

2xx-xxx-xxxx -- Seonhwa 

2xx-xxx-xxxx -- Yunho

The bell chimes as the door is opened again, so you quickly stuff the note in your apron before turning to greet the customer.