yungistiny

[yungistiny]

It’s giving vampires and my imagination is going crazy

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rewatching the fast and furious movies and brian is very yunho coded and now the story is already writing in my head

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sorry for lack of updates this last week, I was sick and wasn’t really up to too much writing or editing chapters but a man on fire, heaven and back and gameboy updates are coming this week!!!

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gotta say I binged man on fire yesterday and omg smooch smooch on your forehead

AHHHHHHHHH GOT ME KICKING MY FEET

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thank you so much for doing my yunhwa request!!!!! youre the best and very fast. i love it 😻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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come on, sannie

[ J. WY + C. SAN ]

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summary: in which your boyfriend and his best friend wreck you

warning: bratty dom wooyoung, soft dom san, sub reader, threesome, double penetration, anal, unprotected sex, biting, choking, dirty talk, semi public

genre: smut

pairing: woosan x afab reader

word count: 2.3k

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The clock flashed 12:47 AM, but your phone screen stayed dark.

No texts. No calls. No Wooyoung.

You’d waited. Worried. Even tried to convince yourself he was probably just busy with comeback season around the corner. But Wooyoung always let you know. Always. And you had been waiting in his room for hours, Jongho had already comeback home, Hongjoong was still gone but, he was barely ever home.

So when the anxiety curdled into irritation, you grabbed your hoodie and keys and headed for KQ.

The hallways of the company building were mostly dark, the faint buzz of the exit signs guiding you to the one studio still lit. Hongjoong’s. You figured you’d ask him if he saw Wooyoung.

You didn’t knock. Just pushed open the door and stormed in but you didn’t find Hongjoong, instead, your boyfriend spun around in the desk chair, startled at first, then smirking.

“Baby,” Wooyoung said, voice low and way too smug. “You miss me?”

“You didn’t come home,” you snapped, stepping inside and shutting the door behind you. “No text, no call. I’ve been trying to reach you for hours.”

His brow arched lazily, head tilting. “I told you yesterday I was going to do a live tonight.”

“Two hours ago. You finished and just… stayed here?”

He spread his hands innocently. “Working on something with San, Hongjoong let us use his studio. Time got away from me.”

You crossed your arms. “You couldn’t text?”

He stood up slowly, hips rolling like a stretch. His oversized white Stussy shirt hung off one shoulder, bleached hair covered by a backwards hat. “Awww, you were worried.”

You glared.

He grinned wider. “You’re hot when you’re mad.”

“You’re a brat.”

Wooyoung closed the distance, fingers brushing your cheek, his other hand sliding down to grip your hip. “Yeah, but you love this brat.”

You hated that he wasn’t wrong. The moment his lips brushed yours, all that pent up tension twisted into something darker, hotter.

“You gonna yell at me all night,” he murmured, “or are you gonna let me make it up to you?”

“You’re lucky I…”

He kissed you hard, cutting off your words. His mouth was urgent, teasing, and unapologetic, tongue slipping past your lips before you could think. He crowded you backward until your back hit the wall, and his hands found the waistband of your sweats.

“Wooyoung…”

“No talking,” he whispered, already sinking to his knees. “Let me taste how pissed off you are.”

You gasped as he pulled your pants and underwear down in one quick motion, mouth already on your inner thigh, biting just hard enough to sting.

He looked up, lips inches from your center. “I’ve been thinking about this all day…”

And then he dove in.

His tongue was wicked, like always, licking deep and slow before flicking your clit in teasing circles. He moaned against you like he meant it, like the taste of you was something he needed to live.

You nearly buckled, hand flying to his head, tossing his hat off and gripping his hair as he sucked harder. He hummed in approval, fingers sliding inside you, curling just right.

“Fuck… Wooyoung…”

“You gonna come already?” he murmured, pulling back just to taunt. “Didn’t even stretch you out yet.”

You whimpered, and he chuckled, licking up everything he’d made a mess of. “Such a good girl. So fucking wet for me.”

He didn’t let up, pushing you fast toward the edge. When you came, it was loud and desperate, thighs trembling, back arching off the wall. He held you through it, tongue and fingers coaxing every last wave until you sagged against him, shaking.

But he wasn’t done.

He stood, mouth shiny with you, and kissed you deep, letting you taste yourself. Then, without a word, he spun you around, pressed you into the studio desk, and pulled his own sweats down.

“Can’t waste a good orgasm,” he muttered, lining up behind you. “Gotta fuck it in.”

He slid in with one thrust, groaning low in your ear. “Shit…. always so fucking tight.”

Your moan was ragged, hands bracing against the desk as he started to move, rough, deep, wild, and unforgiving. His hand wrapped around your throat, tugging your head back so his lips could graze your ear.

“This what you wanted, huh?” he growled. “Come find me just to get fucked in Hongjoong’s studio?”

You couldn’t even speak, just whimpered, clenching around him.

“Look at you…. taking it so well. Maybe I should stay late more often.”

He was a menace.

His hips snapped harder, dragging broken cries from your throat. He brought his fingers to your clit, rubbing tight circles until your second orgasm ripped through you like lightning. Your legs nearly gave out, but he held you up, chasing his own release.

“Gonna come inside you,” he hissed. “So full of me you won’t even remember why you were mad.”

You barely registered his last thrust before he cursed and spilled inside you, hips stuttering, breath hot against your shoulder. He stayed there, breathing heavy, hands wrapped tight around your waist.

The silence afterward was heavy, broken only by the soft hum of equipment still running in the studio and the sound of your breath finally slowing. Wooyoung didn’t move for a while, just pressed his forehead against your shoulder, lips brushing lazily over your skin in the afterglow.

“You’re so good to me,” he whispered, still grinning like he’d just won something.

You didn’t have time to respond before the door opened.

“Hey, Woo…” San stopped dead in his tracks, wide eyes locking onto the scene in front of him.

You, thoroughly wrecked.

Wooyoung, very much still inside you.

San blinked once. “Seriously? You could have warned me!”

Wooyoung just smirked at his best friend, hips grinding down a little, making you whimper involuntarily, which clearly did not help the situation.

“Why so shy, Sannie?” He purred. “You’ve seen worse.”

San’s jaw flexed. “That was an accident.” He snapped, referring to the time he walked in on the two of you back when all the members shared the same dorm.

“Could be a threesome,” Wooyoung said innocently, dragging his fingers down your thigh before giving your ass a light slap. “You’re not gonna leave her like this, are you? Look at her…”

You wanted to melt into the couch cushions and never return. But then you looked at San, how he hadn’t moved, how the bulge in his sweats betrayed exactly how not disgusted he was. How Wooyoung has teased on more than one occasion of wanting to fuck you with his best friend.

“Don’t.” San said lowly, like to himself.

Wooyoung stood up just slightly, still buried deep inside you as he looked at his best friend with that dangerous, bratty smile. “Come on, Sannie,” he teased, voice sugar sweet. “I know you’ve got a little crush on her.”

San’s breath caught, his glare faltering.

Wooyoung leaned in to press a slow, deliberate kiss to your shoulder again, then turned his head to San and murmured, “You wanna know how she tastes?” Before San could answer, Wooyoung pulled your head back, licking into your mouth, messy and indulgent, and when he pulled away, he grabbed San by his shirt and kissed him full on the lips, dragging him into it with all the confidence of someone who knew exactly what he was doing.

You watched, breath hitching, as San groaned against Wooyoung’s mouth, and then climbed onto the small couch Hongjoong had put in there in case he didn’t make it home some nights.

“Fuck it,” San muttered, grabbing you, pulling you away from Wooyoung who slid out of you with a hiss, and kissing you before you could say anything. Rough, a little desperate.

“Fuck, look at you,” San groaned, pulling back just enough to take in the sight, your skin flushed, lips kiss swollen, cum dripping between your thighs.

“Pretty, right?” Wooyoung murmured behind you, already pushing your legs open wider. “She’s so good, Sannie. You don’t even know.”

You shivered as Wooyoung’s hands guided you, maneuvering you onto your knees with your front against San’s chest, his hands helping you balance.

“She’s already so wet,” Wooyoung continued, two fingers sliding through the mess he left behind. “Bet she’d let you do anything.”

“Please…” you whispered, overwhelmed and breathless.

San’s jaw clenched. “Yeah?”

You nodded, and he gripped your face to kiss you again, slower now, more controlled, but still burning with something dark and dangerous under the surface.

Behind you, Wooyoung’s fingers spread you open, letting San watch as he dipped his head and licked into you from behind. You cried out, the sensation raw and overwhelming, and San caught your moan in his mouth.

“W… Woo…”

“Shh,” Your boyfriend hummed, tongue flicking fast, obscene. “Be good for us.”

You felt the smirk against your skin before he sucked on your clit, dragging it between his lips until your legs shook. San’s hand slid down your front, thumb pressing into the base of your throat while he watched you fall apart.

“Shit, she’s perfect,” San muttered, pupils blown wide.

Wooyoung pulled back just enough to spit, rubbing it into you with two fingers before slipping them inside. “She came on my dick already,” he said sweetly. “Think she’s got another in her?”

San growled low in his throat, helping lift you up so you were on his lap, chest to chest. His dick strained against his pants, and you reached between you to tug them down.

“Take what you want,” Your boyfriend’s best friend said, voice dark.

You sank down on him slowly, still slick and sensitive, and the stretch made you moan into his mouth. San’s hands held your waist like he couldn’t believe this was real, like you’d disappear if he let go.

Behind you, Wooyoung kissed the nape of your neck. “Still so full of me,” he murmured. “Bet I could slip right back in.”

You clenched at the idea.

“Oh?” he grinned. “You like that? Stuffed by both of us?”

You couldn’t answer, San thrusted up hard, stealing the breath from your lungs. His eyes stayed on your face, hungry, needy, watching every reaction like he wanted to memorize it.

Wooyoung stroked himself behind you, voice low. “Want me in your ass, baby?”

The way you moaned told him everything.

“You’re filthy,” San rasped, dragging your hips down again. “Fucking perfect.”

Wooyoung slicked himself up by using your own arousal that dripped down your thighs, kissed the curve of your spine, and pressed slow and steady until he breached you, careful but deliberate.

You nearly sobbed from the feeling, San deep inside you, Wooyoung stretching you open around him, both of them moaning at the same time.

“Jesus Christ,” San gasped, throwing his head back.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Wooyoung gritted out, thrusting once to bottom out. “You’re taking us so well.”

They moved together as perfectly as they performed onstage, San’s rhythm deep and steady, Wooyoung’s hips stuttering behind you. Their hands were all over you, San’s at your throat and waist, Wooyoung’s gripping your hips, sliding up to grope your breasts still hidden under your shirt.

“Look at you,” Wooyoung panted. “Letting my best friend fuck you while I ruin your ass.”

You whimpered, overwhelmed, wrecked, undone.

“You gonna come like this?” San whispered, licking into your mouth. “All filled up?”

You nodded, frantic.

“Good,” Wooyoung growled. “Come for us.”

The orgasm tore through you, sudden and violent, and your whole body trembled as they fucked you through it. You clenched so hard around them that it dragged San over the edge, swearing as he spilled inside you, mixing with Wooyoung’s own cum that still filled you, and Wooyoung wasn’t far behind himself, finishing with a sharp cry.

For a few moments, all you could hear was breathing, heavy, tangled, stunned.

Your body went limp between them, San cradling your back, Wooyoung stroking lazy patterns down your spine, all of you tangled in sweat, cum, and satisfaction on Hongjoong’s studio couch like a scene out of a fever dream.

The silence was warm, worn in, a little bit sinful.

Then the door opened.

And in stepped Hongjoong.

Armed with an iced Americano and pure judgment.

He stopped. Froze. Blinked once. Twice. His mouth opened, then closed.

His gaze trailed over the scene. Wooyoung smug, San breathing heavy, your bare legs draped over both of them, a clear and very damning trail of cum drying on your inner thigh and his couch.

Hongjoong let out the loudest, most traumatized noise you’d ever heard.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”

San immediately tried to sit up, panicked, failing.

Wooyoung didn’t move. He just gave Hongjoong a lazy, post orgasmic grin, and said, “Hi, Hyung.”

Hongjoong’s soul visibly left his body. “You…. This is my studio! This is where I work! Where I mix vocals! Where I sit!”

You covered your face in pure shame. San looked like he was ready to jump out the window. Wooyoung, on the other hand, was basking in the chaos like it was sunlight.

“We’ll clean up!” he chirped.

“You came on my couch, Woo!”

“One cushion,” he corrected. “And the floor. Maybe the desk.”

“OUT,” Hongjoong snapped, pointing furiously at the door. “ALL OF YOU. I WANT THIS ROOM EXORCISED.”

“You can’t kick me out,” Wooyoung said cheerfully, pulling his hat back on his head. “I work here too.”

“Not anymore, you don’t. You work in hell now. I hope you enjoy it.”

San grabbed your hand, muttering apologies as he scrambled for his pants. You were halfway out the door after pulling your own pants back on before Hongjoong shouted one final time, “And if I ever sit in a suspicious wet spot again, I’m suing all three of you!”

Wooyoung threw a peace sign over his shoulder. “No promises!”

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saw this and about screamed because suho is literally who I use as y/n dad in man on fire and he’s literally standing with the entire crew 😭

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good news is I feel better, still sick but no fever anymore!!! But I’ve also written a very long mingi Coachella one shot that made me an emotional wreck in a good way 😭😭😭

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heat wave

[ J. Yunho ]

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summary: in which your brother’s best friend helps you during your heat

warning: alpha dom yunho, sub omega reader, unprotected sex, claiming, biting, scenting, early heat, mating, knotting, slight breeding kink, semi public sex

genre: romance, smut

pairing: alpha yunho x omega afab reader

word count: 3.8k

note: this was requested anonymously but thank you for it because I enjoyed writing this too much 🤭

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The car ride was already too warm, even with the AC blasting and the ocean air drifting in through cracked windows.

You sat in the backseat, legs curled beneath you, tank top sticking to your lower back from sweat. The music was low, some playlist Yeosang had made for the summer, and your half brother San was in the passenger seat up front, arm out the window like he owned the world.

Yunho was driving.

And you were trying not to squirm.

It had started that morning, the slow, low pulse in your core, the sudden heat flushing through your skin. You’d brushed it off as nerves, maybe excitement. You hadn’t seen the boys in a while with being at college.

But now, in the tight space of the car, between the weight of Yunho’s scent and the increasing slick dampening your shorts, you knew better.

Your heat was coming.

Too early. You’d miscalculated. You always had a few more days after the headaches started. But now? Your thighs were slick. Your pulse was rapid. And Yunho kept glancing at you through the rearview mirror like he already knew.

You pressed your knees tighter together, willing your body to behave, heart pounding.

San was oblivious, chewing sunflower seeds and tossing the shells into a paper cup. He didn’t notice the way you kept shifting, or how you’d rolled the window down further to get his scent out.

Yunho’s scent.

It was worse than you remembered. Stronger. Musky and warm like sandalwood and fire. It coiled around you in the car like a thick rope, subtle but unmistakably Alpha.

He cleared his throat once. Twice. “You alright, Y/N?”

His voice was deeper than usual. Too casual. But his eyes lingered when they flicked back in the mirror.

“Y…. Yeah.” You tried to smile, but your voice came out too soft, too breathy. You saw it hit him immediately. Yunho’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel. His jaw clenched, and he didn’t look in the mirror again after that.

By the time you arrived at the beach house, the sky had turned a pale, hazy gold. The house sat at the edge of the dunes, a long wrap around deck, high windows, and the sound of waves just beyond the trees.

It should’ve felt like paradise.

Instead, you were burning.

You pretended to help carry bags but ducked into the hallway bathroom the moment you could. You turned on the fan, pressed a cold towel to your neck, and bit back the whimper clawing its way up your throat.

Your body was drenched.

Your scent, sweet, thick omega arousal, was impossible to hide now. You knew it. And so did Yunho.

When you slipped out of the bathroom a few minutes later, you walked straight into him in the hallway.

“Sorry!” You froze. His arm had come out instinctively to steady you. Your body screamed at you to lean into him, let him scent you, touch you, fill you.

But you pulled away, too fast.

His nostrils flared. His pupils were dark.

“You should’ve told someone.” His voice was rougher now. Low, quiet, but laced with Alpha command. “It’s early. You’re in pre heat, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t speak.

He looked down at you, his hand still halfway raised like he wanted to touch you. His scent was rolling off him in heavy waves now, desire barely restrained.

“I’m fine,” you whispered. “I’ll lock my door tonight.”

His jaw ticked. “That won’t help if you’re loud.”

You swallowed. “I’ll be quiet.”

He took a slow step closer. You didn’t move. “If you need help,” he hesitated for a second. “I’m here.”

You didn’t trust your voice anymore. You just looked up at him, eyes wide, body humming.

And you knew.

If you asked, he’d come to you.

Your brother’s best friend. The same one you’ve had a crush on forever.

“Pizza is here!” San’s voice rang throughout the house. You and Yunho practically jumped away from each other, making your way to the living room where Yeosang carried in three boxes of pizza.

You almost ate an entire pizza by yourself, the boys not saying anything. You were desperate to distract yourself from the constant ache of your heat, ignoring the way Yunho would glance at you, eyes dark, as if he were drinking you in.

“I’m gonna go to bed.” You jumped up, hands shaking, San arched a brow at you. “You ok?”

“Fine.” You answered too quickly, brushing him off. “Just tired, long car ride.”

You could feel Yunho’s gaze burning a hole in your back as you left to your room.

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You tried to wait it out.

Tried to stay in your room, quiet, curled in your sheets, fingers buried between your thighs and biting your pillow until you cried.

But it wasn’t enough. It never was.

You needed him.

If you need help, I’m here

You slipped down the hall barefoot in the dark, the moonlight pooling over the wood floors. His scent led you, spicy, electric, magnetic. His door was slightly open. You didn’t knock.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed, shirtless, sweat clinging to his chest, one hand running through his hair like he was fighting a war in his head.

He looked up when you peeked inside.

“I can’t….” you gasped, feeling embarrassed. What if he wasn’t serious? What if he just meant to help you in a different way all together? “Yunho, it hurts.”

He stared at you for a long moment before standing up. “You’re so fucking lucky your brother is passed out downstairs.”

Then he was on you.

Mouth crashing to yours, hands already dragging your tank top up and over your head. You moaned as he shoved your shorts down, fingers grazing your slick.

“So fucking wet already…. god, you smell like mine.”

You whined at that, shuddering. Any coherent thought long gone the second he kissed you.

“You want to be bred, omega?” he growled, the alpha in him taking complete control. “Want me to knot you so deep you won’t be able to get out of bed?”

“Yes…. please, Alpha, I need it…”

He grabbed your thighs, tossed you onto the bed, and spread your legs. His tongue was on you before you could catch your breath, long, deep strokes through your folds, drinking your slick like he was starving.

Your hands clawed at the sheets. “Yunho…. please…. I can’t….” Every touch, every sensation was so much. You’d never had sex during heat before. Never been knotted before.

He growled into your cunt, the vibrations making you jerk. “Say it.”

“Yours….. I’m yours!”

He stood, yanked his boxers off, and climbed over you. His dick slapped against you, thick, flushed, and already leaking. You sobbed at the sight.

“Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna make you feel so good.”

When he pushed in, you screamed in pure bliss, shaking, shuddering at the stretch.

It was too much.

Too wide. Too deep. But your body welcomed it, greedy, slick walls clenching around him like it knew him already.

He fucked you slow at first. Long, deep strokes that made your toes curl, his hips grinding into your ass. His mouth stayed on your neck, teeth teasing your gland, breath hot.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Faster… Yunho…. more… please…”

He growled and flipped you over, pulling your hips up so your knees barely touched the bed. Then he slammed in again, over and over, fast, brutal, perfect.

You sobbed into the pillows as your orgasm slammed through you, your body locking up, your cunt milking him.

“Good girl…. such a good little omega… taking your Alpha so well.”

You felt the swell of his knot beginning, stretching you more with each thrust. “Gonna knot you now, baby,” he groaned. “Gonna fuck it in and keep you full.”

You screamed when it locked, the thick bulb stretching you wide as he came, hot and endless, deep inside you.

You were trembling, body pulsing around him, stuck together now. His knot throbbed inside you, his arms tight around your waist as he kissed your spine, murmuring. “You did so good. So fucking pretty when you come. You’re mine now. You know that, right?”

You nodded, tears of relief slipping down your cheeks. “I’m yours.”

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The morning light felt too bright.

You barely managed to wash up and throw on a pair of cotton shorts and an oversized tee, Yunho’s, you realized. It still smelled like him, and the second you slipped it over your flushed skin, your body gave a needy shiver.

Your thighs still ached from the night before. Your skin tingled from where his teeth had marked just beside your scent gland.

But you were still in heat.

The ache hadn’t gone away, just dulled slightly under the weight of Yunho’s knot and his scent and the way he curled around you all night like he was afraid you’d disappear.

You didn’t expect to be woken up by San pounding on the door.

“Wake up! Hike day! The trail’s only shaded until noon!”

You froze. Yunho, still tangled up with you, still inside you, his knot now soft, muttered a curse and pressed his face into your neck.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he growled.

“We don’t have to….”

“He’ll get suspicious if we don’t show. Just… stay close to me.”

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You couldn’t meet Yeosang’s eyes as you climbed into the back of the Jeep with him. He looked a little too knowing. San, of course, was all energy and excitement, water bottles, snacks, an old bandana tied around his head like a scout leader.

Yunho walked behind you the entire time, his hand grazing the small of your back whenever you stumbled, his body an ever present shadow.

Your scent was lighter now, masked with suppressing spray you found in the bottom of your bag and layers of sunscreen. But the way his pupils stayed dilated? The way his jaw clenched every time the wind shifted your scent toward him?

You knew the heat was still affecting you both.

And you knew something was going to snap.

You barely made it halfway up the trail before you started feeling it again.

The ache. The pulse. The slow slick build between your thighs that made your steps shorter and your skin hotter.

Yunho noticed first.

He leaned in under the guise of tightening your backpack strap, his lips brushing your ear. “Can’t wait any longer? You need it again, don’t you?”

You nodded helplessly.

He glanced up the trail, where San and Yeosang were arguing over whether to take the right or left fork. Then he grabbed your hand. “Come with me.”

You didn’t hesitate.

He didn’t even wait until you were fully hidden in the trees. Just far enough that their voices were gone, the air thick with pine and earth, your scent already blooming again, syrupy and sweet.

Yunho pressed you against the nearest tree, mouth crashing to yours, tongue deep and possessive, hands under your shirt like he couldn’t bear the distance of clothing.

“You’re soaking through these shorts,” he growled against your lips. “Your heat’s calling to me like a fucking siren.”

“Need you…. Alpha…. please..”

“You’re gonna take my knot right here, baby? Out in the woods where anyone could find us?”

You whimpered, head tipped back. “Yes… need you inside…”

He didn’t need to hear more.

He ripped your shorts down, barely giving you time to brace before he spun you around and bent you forward against the tree trunk. His hand snaked under your belly, lifting your hips just right.

And then he pushed in.

Your body welcomed him, slick and open and already spasming. His dick slid home with a loud, wet sound, both of you gasping at the sudden stretch.

“Fuck… so tight, so perfect…”

He started moving instantly, hips snapping into yours with sharp, possessive thrusts. His hand stayed around your waist, keeping you anchored as he drove deeper and deeper, the knot beginning to swell again.

Birds scattered from the trees from how loud you were, your moans echoing through the woods.

“You gonna come for me again?” he hissed. “You gonna milk my dick like you did last night?”

“Please… please, I’m so close”

He slammed in deeper, rutting like the heat had taken him over. One hand came up to your throat, pulling you back against his chest.

“You’re mine, omega. My scent’s all over you. My knot’s been in you all night. Say it.”

“Yours… Yours, Yunho… Alpha, I’m yours!”

That was it.

He bit down on your neck again, still not your scent gland, but enough to bruise, and with a broken growl, he came, knot locking tight inside you as his dick pulsed with hot, endless release.

You shattered around him.

Body twitching, cunt clenching tight, your vision going white as you sagged against the tree and let him hold you there.

After a few moments, he carefully guided you down to the soft moss, his arms still wrapped around you as he whispered praise into your ear. “So good for me. My pretty little omega. Always gonna take care of you.”

You leaned your head back on his shoulder, still panting, still trembling.

“San’s gonna kill you if he finds out.” Maybe not.

Yunho chuckled against your temple, breath warm. “Let him try.”

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The sun had sunk into the horizon hours ago, bleeding gold and fire into the sea before giving way to a blanket of stars. The breeze was cooler now, ruffling through the gauzy curtains that framed the open patio doors.

San was at the grill, flipping shrimp with a beer in one hand, his bandana crooked on his forehead. Yeosang was on his second glass of wine, legs kicked up on the railing, pretending not to be watching everything.

And you were sitting at the table, trying to act normal.

But Yunho’s thigh was pressed against yours.

And your core was still aching.

You were on edge, high strung, over aware, heat rattled. The ache hadn’t faded, if anything, it had deepened after the second time. Your scent was mostly masked, and you’d spent the last hour pressed against a cold glass of water in a vain attempt to cool down.

Yunho wasn’t faring much better. His voice was hoarse from hiking. His neck was flushed, hair damp from a shower, and his eyes flicked to you every few minutes like he couldn’t stop himself.

San sat down with the last plate of food and grinned like a man proud of himself.

“God, today was perfect. We’re doing the long trail tomorrow. Maybe the one with the cliffs, oh!” He pointed his fork at the two of you. “Where the hell did you two disappear to today?”

Your heart stopped and you went still mid bite.

Yunho, to his credit, didn’t flinch. He reached for his drink slowly. “She twisted her ankle a little,” he said smoothly. “We doubled back the lower trail. Took it slow.”

You nodded quickly, mouth full. “Yeah. It was nothing.”

San squinted. “Seriously? You okay? Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” Ever the protective brother.

“I’m fine.” You waved a hand, barely forcing a smile. “Didn’t wanna make a big deal.”

It might’ve worked. It almost worked.

If Yeosang hadn’t snorted into his wine.

You turned slowly. Yunho stiffened beside you.

Yeosang didn’t look at you. He just swirled his wine and stared at the liquid like it had wronged him.

“What?” San asked, confused.

Yeosang looked up, eyes lazy. “Nothing.”

San blinked. “You laughed.”

Yeosang tilted his head. “Did I?”

Yunho’s fingers were clenched around his glass so tightly you were afraid it might shatter.

Yeosang didn’t even bother pretending to not enjoy it.

“I just think it’s funny,” he said, slow and casual, “that someone who twisted their ankle still managed to scream loud enough to wake me up at three in the morning last night.”

The entire table went still.

Yunho swore under his breath. You choked.

San frowned. “Wait…. what?”

Yeosang leaned back, the picture of calm. “Walls are thin. And I’m a light sleeper. Really light. Especially when someone’s… y’know. Trying to claim someone’s sister.”

You dropped your fork.

San stared. “Wait. Who…. wait, what?”

Yeosang smiled. “You’re the only omega in the house, Y/N.”

You wanted to die.

Yunho reached for your hand under the table, protective, subtle, and you let him take it.

San looked between the three of you. “Wait, wait. Someone explain. What the fuck is going on right now?”

Yeosang took a sip of wine. “Ask your best friend.”

There was a long pause of silence. San looking back and forth between you and Yunho.

I’m not mad,” He finally spoke. “I’m just… disturbed.” He really could have went the rest of his life without knowing his best friend….. knotted his sister.

You and Yunho both sighed in relief and sat on the deck like kids caught sneaking out. You’d expected yelling. Rage. A storm. But San just kept poking at his empty dinner plate like he was mourning the loss of his innocence.

“You’re my best friend,” he said to Yunho, making a face. “And you’re my sister. So that means this is… like… double disgusting.”

“Technically we’re half siblings,” you mumbled, trying to lighten the mood.

“Not helping.”

Yunho winced. “Look, San…”

“Don’t.” San waved him off, shuddering dramatically. “If you say one word about her, I’m throwing myself into the ocean.”

You squeaked in horror. Yunho turned beet red.

Yeosang, still sipping wine behind you both, gave a slow, satisfied clap. “Honestly, I’m proud of how this all came out. A little traumatic, but narratively satisfying.”

By the time the house had quieted, it was past midnight.

The stars were sharp above you, a spray of silver scattered across the velvet sky. The ocean was a low hum beyond the dunes, and the full moon hung huge and watchful overhead. The breeze was cool on your flushed skin as you padded barefoot across the deck.

Yunho was waiting by the edge of the stairs.

He held out his hand without a word.

The sand was cool and damp beneath your feet. The moonlight painted the waves silver, glinting off the white foam as they rolled in slow and steady. You walked in silence for a long while, hand in hand, your heart thudding with something more than heat.

When he spoke, it was soft. Barely above the hush of the sea. “I almost didn’t come to the beach house this summer.”

You looked up at him, surprised. “Why?”

“Because I knew this would happen.” He stopped walking, turning to you. “I knew if I saw you again….. I’d finally give in.”

His voice shook at the end. The wind caught it and carried it away.

You swallowed hard, throat aching.

Then he pulled you into him.

The kiss was different this time. Not wild or frenzied, but deep. Full of everything he hadn’t said. His lips were warm, his hands gentle as they cupped your jaw. You melted into it, your fingers gripping his shirt like it anchored you to the moment.

When you pulled apart, his forehead pressed to yours. His breath was trembling.

“Let me do it right this time.”

You nodded, breathless. “Please.”

He guided you down slowly, taking his shirt off, laying it out onto the sand before lowering you onto it. The waves whispered nearby. The moon watched. The world shrank to just you and him.

He undressed you slowly.

No rush, no panic, just reverence. Each inch of skin he bared, he kissed. Your throat. Your collarbone. The valley between your breasts. Your hips, where his fingers brushed over the curves.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, eyes heavy lidded. “You always have been.”

You reached for him, fingers trailing up his chest, his lean muscles gleaming under the moonlight. You couldn’t stop touching him. His chest. His arms. The strong lines of his torso. He trembled under your hands like you had magic in your fingers.

When he finally slid between your thighs, you were already slick and throbbing.

But he didn’t rush.

He cupped your face as he pressed inside you, inch by inch, watching every expression, waiting for your gasp, that breathy moan that told him he was home. You arched beneath him, hands fisting in the shirt beneath you.

“Yunho…”

“I know, baby. I know. I’ve got you.”

His pace was slow at first. Deep, rolling thrusts that made you whimper and cling to him. The stretch was delicious. The pressure perfect. Every thrust was laced with devotion, like he was memorizing how your body opened for him, welcomed him in.

His forehead rested against yours. His lips brushed your cheeks, your nose, your chin.

“I love you,” he whispered, breath catching. “I’ve loved you since we were teenagers and you asked me to teach you how to drive.”

You kissed him, moaning into his mouth as he rocked into you harder now. The rhythm built slowly, steadily, like the tide coming in. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into the backs of his thighs as you urged him deeper.

“Yunho… need you… want all of you…”

“You have me,” he growled, the edge of his control fraying. “You have me.”

His hand slid between your bodies, thumb finding your clit. You shattered, eyes rolling back, body clenching so hard around him he nearly lost it. You sobbed his name, a broken, “I love you too,” as your orgasm pulsed through you, your body arching into his.

He buried himself deep, thrusting hard now, chasing his own release.

“I’m gonna knot you, baby. Gonna fill you so good. Wanna claim you under this moon… make it forever…”

“Yes… yes, please… do it!”

The knot began to swell, thickening inside you, stretching you wide again. You moaned as your body took it, your hands gripping his shoulders, your mouth on his jaw.

He bit you. His teeth sank into your scent gland, the claiming bite deep and final, binding you to him. You cried out as it sent another orgasm slamming through you, cunt fluttering around his knot as he groaned your name into your throat.

He came hard.

Hot, endless release flooding you, locked inside by the knot, your bodies fused under the full moon, claimed in every sense of the word.

You stayed like that, tangled together, breathless, trembling, as the waves rolled in the distance and the sky slowly shifted above you.

His fingers brushed your cheek. “You’re mine.”

“I always was.”

He kissed you again, long and slow.

And the world was nothing but you, him, and the ocean singing to the moon.

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[yungistiny]

Could you do a older brother’s best friend yunho x reader where they’re all staying at a beach house for summer and she starts her heat? A/B/O if you’re comfortable with that !! 🫶🏻

just finished it and I might of went overboard 😭😭😭🤭

[yungistiny]

Heaven And Back ═ chapter four

[ S. Mingi ]

chapter four: mine

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summary: mingi is trouble wrapped in bleached hair and piercings and maybe that’s exactly what y/n needs

warning: emo mingi, stoner/dealer mingi, use of drugs, first time, unprotected sex, choking, possessive mingi, oral

pairing: mingi x afab reader

genre: romance, drama, smut

word count: 6.3k

chapter three

chapter five coming soon

masterlist

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The cafe was slow for a Monday morning, the kind of lull that made everything feel suspended, like the world was still stretching itself awake.

Y/N stood behind the counter, organizing sugar packets with a little too much care. She wasn’t really paying attention. Her mind kept drifting to warm water, slick skin, the way Mingi’s voice had gone rough when he whispered her name against her neck.

She bit her lip and smiled to herself, pulse fluttering.

“Alright, what the hell is that face?”

Y/N jumped.

Wooyoung was leaning against the espresso machine, arms crossed, one brow arched high. “You’re smiling at coffee stirrers like they just proposed.”

She blinked, caught. “I’m not..”

“You are. You absolutely are.” He stepped closer, squinting at her. “Your skin looks too glowy. Your mood is suspiciously mellow. And is that a hickey or a constellation?”

Y/N let out a groan and buried her face in her hands. “Please don’t make me talk about this right now.”

“Oh my god, you slept with him.” Wooyoung hissed, grabbing her wrist. “You totally slept with him, didn’t you?”

“Can you not announce it to the entire cafe?” Y/N hissed back, eyes darting toward the single customer in the corner.

Wooyoung leaned in, eyes wide and sparkling with mischief. “So? Was it… did he live up to the whole tall, dangerous fantasy?”

Y/N hesitated, and then her expression softened, a blush blooming across her cheeks.

Wooyoung’s jaw dropped. “Oh my god. You’re ruined, aren’t you?”

She swatted at him with a laugh, but didn’t deny it.

And Wooyoung, grinning like the devil, slung an arm around her shoulders. “You better tell me everything on our lunch break. I want a play by play. Actually, no. I want poetry. A sonnet.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re in trouble,” he sing songed. “You’re catching feelings for the plug.”

She didn’t answer that, mostly because he was right.

They slipped back into rhythm after that, bantering between customer orders, stealing sips of cold brew and dodging each other in the tight space behind the counter like it was choreography. But Wooyoung didn’t miss the way Y/N would zone out while restocking the pastry case or how she hummed under her breath while wiping down the counter, a tune he didn’t recognize, but knew wasn’t from the cafe playlist.

By the time noon rolled around, the cafe had picked up. The usual lunch crowd trickled in, office workers and students balancing laptops and overpriced salads. Y/N was mid pour, filling a to go cup with oat milk when Wooyoung nudged her sharply with his elbow.

“Your boy’s here.”

She didn’t even have to look, she felt it first, like gravity had shifted. That pull. That flutter.

Still, she played it cool.

Mingi had that effortless swagger, even in broad daylight. Black hoodie half zipped over a ribbed tank, sunglasses pushed up into his hair. He smelled like musk and something darker, like heat clinging to skin after a long night. He offered Wooyoung a nod, but his eyes locked on Y/N.

Wooyoung raised a brow. “You want to take this one, or should I?”

She was already moving.

Mingi leaned casually against the counter, mouth curling into a smirk. “Hey.”

“Hi.” She said, blushing, keeping her voice light.

He tilted his head. “You free for five minutes?”

She glanced at the growing line. “Give me ten. You staying?”

“For you? Yeah.” He grinned. “I’ll even buy something.”

He stepped aside as she rang up a latte for the next customer, but the heat of his gaze stayed on her, and she felt it in every inch of her body.

Wooyoung slid up beside her again once Mingi was seated, sipping an ice macchiato and scrolling his phone. “You two are gross.”

Y/N bumped him with her hip. “Jealous?”

“Of what? The post coital glow or the fact that you’re clearly in too deep?”

She didn’t answer again.

But when her break came, she brought herself an iced drink to the little table near the back and slid into the seat across from Mingi. His hand found her knee under the table almost instantly, and her smile gave everything away.

Wooyoung watched from behind the counter, shaking his head and muttering to himself, “She’s so ruined.”

The cafe’s buzz faded into the background the second Y/N sat down across from him. The light filtered in through the window just enough to catch on Mingi’s rings, the condensation sliding down the side of his cup, the slight crook in his smile as he looked at her.

“You look tired,” she said, watching him through her lashes.

“Didn’t sleep much,” Mingi replied, voice low. “Someone wore me out.”

Her lips twitched. “You’re blaming me?”

“I’m thanking you.” He murmured, and then his fingers brushed lightly against her knee beneath the table.

The touch made her heart kick, but she didn’t shy away, not this time. She let her leg stay there, warm against his, and leaned in just a little.

“When can I see you again?” He asked, thumb tracing small circles just above the hem of her skirt.

Y/N took a slow sip of her iced coffee, teasing. “That desperate already?”

Mingi laughed, head tilting, eyes scanning her face like he was memorizing it again. “Yeah, kinda. You gonna hold it against me?”

“Maybe,” she said, voice dipping with quiet confidence.

His gaze dropped briefly to her mouth. “Tonight?”

She bit her lip, pretending to consider it. “You’re needy.”

“And you’re cocky now,” he grinned. “I like it.”

Her cheeks warmed, but she held her ground. “Maybe I’ll let you convince me. Depends on how sweet you are for the rest of this visit.”

“Sweet?” he echoed, leaning forward so his knee pressed between hers, barely noticeable under the tablecloth but there. “I wasn’t that sweet in the shower.”

Y/N’s breath hitched just slightly, but her smile didn’t falter. “Exactly.”

Mingi exhaled a soft chuckle, eyes lingering on her like he couldn’t look away.

They didn’t talk much more after that, didn’t need to. His hand stayed warm on her knee, and when her break ended, he didn’t protest. Just stood slowly, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek with the backs of his fingers.

“I’ll text you,” she said.

“You better.”

He left with that lazy, unhurried walk, and Y/N watched him go with her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

Behind her, Wooyoung groaned dramatically. “Honestly? I feel like I just watched a soft porno.”

“You wish your life was this interesting,” she quipped, already heading back behind the counter, heart beating a little faster than before.

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The sun had long dipped behind the city skyline by the time Y/N knocked on Mingi’s door. She could hear music faintly from inside, something low and heavy with bass, just like always, and her nerves fluttered in her stomach, even though she’d already been here. Even though he’d already seen every inch of her.

Still, this felt different.

When he opened the door, he looked just as undone as the first time, sweats low on his hips, an oversized black tee, chain hanging around his neck. His hair was damp, like he’d just showered.

“Hey,” he said, voice softer than she expected.

“Hey,” she replied, stepping inside.

He closed the door behind her and kissed her like he’d been waiting all day to do it, slow, warm, deliberate. Her fingers curled into his shirt, and when they parted, her breath came out shaky.

They ended up curled together on the couch, legs tangled beneath a throw blanket, some movie playing quietly in the background. Mingi’s hand traced slow, absentminded patterns along her bare thigh, under her skirt.

It was Y/N who shifted first, sitting up slightly, heart thudding in her chest.

“Mingi?” she asked, chewing her bottom lip.

He looked at her, eyes gentle. “Yeah?”

“I, um…” She hesitated, but forced herself to meet his gaze. “I want to try something. With you.”

That got his full attention. He sat up slightly, brows lifting, but not in surprise, just interest. “Okay.”

She looked down at her lap, flustered. “I’ve never… I’ve never gone down on anyone before, obviously. But I want to. I mean, with you. I want to learn. If that’s okay.”

For a second, he didn’t say anything and she panicked, ready to crawl under the blanket and die.

But then Mingi exhaled, slow and warm, and grabbed her chin gently.

“You sure?”

She nodded quickly. “Yeah. I just… I don’t want to mess it up. I thought maybe you could teach me?”

His thumb brushed her cheekbone. “Baby, you asking me that? Might be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Her face flamed, but the tension eased out of her shoulders.

He leaned in and kissed her, this time slower. “I’ll show you everything,” he murmured against her mouth. “And you don’t have to be nervous. We’ll take it slow.”

Y/N nodded, heart thudding as he took her hand and guided her off the couch, leading her to his bedroom with that same patience he always had with her, only now, she wasn’t afraid to want.

Not with him.

The bedroom was dimly lit, just the soft amber glow of the lamp on the nightstand painting the walls in warmth. Mingi’s bed was messy, sheets slightly tangled, one pillow half on the floor, but it felt lived in, real. It felt like him.

He let go of her hand only to tug off his shirt, revealing golden skin, the cut of his abs, the silver gleam of his nipple piercings. Y/N swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry.

Mingi noticed.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low.

She nodded. “Just… nervous.”

His hand found her waist, coaxing her closer until her body met his. “I’ll tell you what to do. You go at your own pace. And if at any point you want to stop, we stop.”

Y/N breathed out, grounding herself in the heat of his body, the calm in his eyes. “Okay.”

He smiled, kissed her forehead, then leaned back and sank onto the edge of the bed, legs spread just slightly.

“Come here,” he murmured, patting his thigh.

Her hands trembled just a little as she sank to her knees in front of him, heart pounding. He brushed her hair away from her face, his rings cool against her skin.

“You’re already doing perfect,” he whispered.

He tugged down his sweatpants, letting them slide off his hips, and Y/N breath hitched as he freed himself. She blinked, not just from size or nerves, but the sheer intimacy of it. Of this.

Mingi chuckled softly, brushing his thumb across her lower lip. “You can start with your hands. Touch me. Get used to it.”

She reached out, wrapping her fingers around the base of him, warm and thick and pulsing in her grip. The soft groan he let out made her thighs press together.

“Just like that,” he breathed. “Slow strokes. Don’t squeeze too tight… there you go.”

She watched his face as she moved her hand, his lashes fluttering, mouth parting slightly. His praise came gentle but hungry. “You’re so good at this already, baby.”

The nickname sent heat pooling low in her belly.

“Use your mouth whenever you’re ready,” he added, brushing his fingers through her hair. “Start with just the tip. Don’t go too deep.”

Y/N leaned in, lips brushing against the head of him, and he hissed through his teeth. Encouraged, she parted her lips, letting him slide into the warmth of her mouth, just a little at first, and then deeper.

Mingi groaned, head tilting back.

“Fuck, baby. That’s it,” he panted. “Hollow your cheeks a little. Just like that.”

She did, her hands gripping his thighs for balance, heart pounding with every moan she pulled from him. He was gentle, never pushing her, just guiding, one hand stroking her cheek, the other in her hair.

“That feel okay?” he asked, voice strained.

She nodded, mouth still full, and he groaned again.

“Shit. You’re gonna kill me.”

Feeling a little more confident, Y/N decided to see how much of him she could fit, the second she gagged, taking him all the way, Mingi let out the most addictive moan she ever heard, and she wanted more.

She pulled off with a gasp for air, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Mingi was flushed, sweat at his temple, his dick still hard and glistening with her spit.

“You did so good,” he murmured, tugging her up into his lap. “So fucking good.”

Their mouths met in a hungry kiss, and then he was flipping them onto the bed, her back against the pillows, his body caging hers in.

“I need to be inside you again,” he growled into her skin. “But I wanna taste you first.”

Y/N whimpered, already pulling her clothes off.

Mingi was on her before she could think, mouth hot and slow and expert between her thighs. He made her come once, twice, body trembling, back arching, hands in his hair, before he finally put a condom on and slid inside her with a groan that sounded more like a prayer.

They moved slow, Mingi holding her close, whispering things she barely caught. Things like “So tight,” and “You feel like heaven,” and “Can’t believe you’re mine.”

When they came together, it was intense, shattering, and afterwards, he didn’t leave her for a second. Just curled around her, kisses pressed to her shoulders, her neck.

She fell asleep like that.

Wanted.

Safe.

Wrecked in the best way.

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It had been a week.

Seven days of classes, work, and deadlines, of too many late nights and too little sleep. Y/N planner was a mess of highlighter and half scribbled reminders. Her phone buzzed constantly with due dates and unread group chats. And somewhere in between trying to keep her GPA afloat and pulling doubles at the cafe, her body started running on caffeine and fumes.

She hadn’t seen Mingi since.

At first, she didn’t worry. She was busy, he was busy, she knew what he did, and that his world moved fast and late and often didn’t follow the same rules hers did. But as each day passed with just a text or two, a “how was class” here, a “you okay?” there, the anxious thoughts started to creep in.

Maybe it was nothing. Maybe he was just giving her space.

Or maybe it was something else entirely.

She was wiping down tables at the cafe when Wooyoung slid behind the counter and stole the rag from her hand.

“Sit down,” he said firmly. “You’re about to fall over.”

“I’m fine.” She lied.

“You’re vibrating with stress and I saw you cry in the walk in fridge yesterday.”

“That was allergies.”

Wooyoung raised a brow. “In a refrigerated space?”

Y/N didn’t answer.

He softened. “What’s going on? School? Work?”

“All of it,” she muttered, leaning on the counter. “And…” she hesitated. “Mingi.”

Wooyoung didn’t say anything right away.

“It’s not bad,” She explained quickly. “I mean…. nothing happened. It’s just… we haven’t really seen each other since, I… went…. I gave him…..” Why was she blushing at the word? “Since I gave him head, and now I’m wondering if maybe that all of this was just… sex. Like, great sex. But just sex.”

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes. “You think he ghosted you?”

“I don’t know,” she rubbed her forehead. “I’m probably just overthinking. I just…. I liked how things felt. It was easy. And now it’s not. And I hate not knowing what we are.”

Wooyoung was quiet for a beat. “Did you ask him?”

Y/N groaned. “No.”

“Then maybe start there, genius.”

She shot him a look.

“Look,” he said, gentler now. “You’re tired and overwhelmed and in your head. You care. That’s not a bad thing. But if you don’t ask him, you’re gonna keep spiraling and assuming the worst, and I know Mingi isn’t the best at texting, but the guy looked wrecked after you left last week. I don’t think you’re a casual hit to him.”

Her heart twisted. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Wooyoung nudged her hip. “So talk to him. Before your brain convinces you he joined a cult or something.”

She laughed, a weak little sound, but real.

And maybe, just maybe, that was what she needed.

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Later that evening, Y/N found herself cross legged on the floor of Wooyoung’s dorm room, head tipped back against the edge of his unmade bed. The window was cracked to let out the smoke, but the room was still hazy, thick with the sweet, earthy scent of the blunt his roommate Yeosang was lazily passing between them.

“I can’t feel my knees,” Y/N murmured, blinking slowly at the ceiling.

“Good,” Wooyoung grinned, sprawled across the bed like a satisfied cat. “Means it’s working.”

Yeosang chuckled from where he was slouched at his desk chair, fingers idly tapping against his thigh. “You’re both lightweights.”

Y/N didn’t argue. She was too far gone, in that blissful, untethered way where her thoughts floated just beneath her skin, and everything she’d been trying not to feel was suddenly impossible to ignore.

Her phone buzzed from the floor next to her leg.

Mingi’s name.

Just a “hey”, simple. Nothing more.

But with her head fuzzy and her heart louder than her logic, something in her snapped.

She unlocked her phone, thumb hovering for a second, then hit the call button.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” Wooyoung asked, sitting up a little.

“I’m calling him,” she said, like it was obvious.

“You’re high as shit.”

“So?”

Yeosang blinked. “This feels like a bad idea.”

But it was already ringing.

Y/N held the phone to her ear, heart hammering now under all that haze.

“Y/N?”

Mingi’s voice was warm, rough, like it reached down her spine and curled around her ribs.

“Hi,” she breathed, trying not to slur. “Were you asleep?”

A pause. “No. Just got home. You okay?”

“I’m stoned,” she said plainly. “Like really stoned.”

He chuckled softly. “I can hear that.”

“I miss you.”

That made him quiet.

“And I’ve been thinking,” she went on, eyes fluttering shut. “About… us.”

“Us?” Mingi’s voice gentled, more alert now.

Y/N pressed her cheek against the bed, clutching the phone tighter. “Yeah. I mean…. what even are we?”

Behind her, Wooyoung groaned and face planted into a pillow. Yeosang silently handed him the rest of the blunt.

Mingi didn’t answer right away.

Y/N bit her lip. “You don’t have to say anything right now if it’s like… a bad time or…”

“No,” he cut in, quiet but firm. “I’m just thinking. I didn’t expect this conversation tonight. But I’m glad you called.”

She smiled, eyes glassy. “Even like this?”

“Especially like this,” he said. “You always say what’s really on your mind when you’re high.”

“I’m scared I’m just a good time,” she whispered. “That I caught feelings for someone who didn’t mean to catch mine.”

“You’re not just a good time, Y/N.”

She blinked. “Then what am I?”

“You’re someone I keep thinking about, even when I’m not supposed to,” he said slowly. “You’re the first person I want to text when something’s funny, or fucked up, or when I’ve had a long day. I don’t know what we are yet…. but I want to find out.”

Her breath caught.

“Sleep it off,” Mingi added gently. “We’ll talk tomorrow, okay? Face to face.”

“Okay,” she murmured.

“And Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I miss you too.”

He hung up.

Y/N stared at the screen, then let it fall against her chest, lips pulled into a slow, sleepy smile.

From the bed, Wooyoung muttered, “That was the hottest, what are we, conversation I’ve ever witnessed.”

Yeosang took another hit. “Mingi’s voice is unfair.”

Y/N just sighed, letting herself sink into the moment, and for the first time all week, felt her anxiety loosen.

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It was late afternoon by the time Y/N made her way to Mingi’s place, the sky painted soft and golden outside. Her heart hadn’t stopped racing since she woke up, groggy, embarrassed, and full of dread over the words she’d spilled the night before.

But he’d said he wanted to talk.

And he’d said he missed her, too.

She stood outside his door for a beat too long before finally knocking. No nervous text first, no warning. She figured she owed him a little boldness after last night’s honesty.

When he opened the door, he was barefoot, hoodie half zipped, his hair messy like he’d just woken up from a nap.

His eyes softened instantly.

“Hey,” he murmured.

“Hey,” she said back, a little breathless.

He stepped aside, and she slipped in quietly. The familiar scent of his place, all warm spice and something faintly smoky, wrapped around her like a hug.

Neither of them spoke right away. It was the first time she’d really looked at him in a week, and he was still too handsome for her to think clearly.

“Do you remember everything from last night?” he finally asked, voice low as he moved to sit on the edge of the couch.

“Most of it,” she said, sitting next to him. “Enough.”

“Do you want to take any of it back?”

She looked up at him, honest. “No.”

His jaw ticked, and his fingers twitched where they rested on his knees. “Good,” he said softly. “Because I meant what I said. I’ve been thinking about you a lot. I just… didn’t know how to say it without messing this up.”

Y/N blinked, warmth creeping into her chest.

“I don’t do labels easily,” he went on, turning slightly toward her. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t care. I didn’t just want you for one night.”

She nodded, voice small. “I know.”

“I want more,” Mingi said. “And not just sex. I want your weird little rants, and your late night texts, and your coffee orders that change every week. I want to know what makes you anxious before you even say it.”

Her eyes welled before she could stop them, and she laughed through the sting. “Why do you always know exactly what to say? It’s unfair.”

“Because I’ve been wanting to say it for a while,” he murmured, reaching out to grab her hand.

“So… what are we?” she asked again, gently teasing this time.

Mingi smiled, slow, crooked. “We’re something. We’ll figure the name later.”

“Okay.”

Then he kissed her. And this time, there was no confusion behind it, just promise.

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“You know,” Y/N began, flopped across Wooyoung’s bed with her legs swinging off the edge, “for all that build up, losing my virginity wasn’t some crazy, fireworks exploding moment.”

Wooyoung paused mid scroll on his phone. “Was that a complaint?”

“No! Not at all,” she said quickly, cheeks warming. “It was good. Really good. Just… softer than I expected.”

Wooyoung smirked, setting his phone down. “You expected Mingi to toss you around like a rag doll first time out?”

She groaned. “That is not what I said.”

“But it’s what you were thinking,” he teased, nudging her foot with his. “Be honest.”

Y/N buried her face in his pillow for a second before admitting, “Maybe a little.”

Wooyoung cackled. “Knew it. You’re the type that wants to be folded.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t. You love that I’m right.”

She flipped him off but couldn’t hide her grin.

“I mean,” she went on, “we’ve only had sex a few times so far, and it’s been soft, like, hot, yeah, but slow. Gentle. He’s… gone down on me, I went down on him once, which was… kind of a mess at first but still really hot? And now I just…”

“You’re ready for him to destroy you.”

“I didn’t say that!”

Wooyoung gave her a smug little look. “You definitely said that. Your eyes just screamed, Mingi, break me in half!

Y/N shoved him again, both of them laughing.

But her smile turned a little dreamy, gaze drifting toward the ceiling. “I just… want more. I trust him. And I feel like I’m ready now.”

Wooyoung softened a bit. “Then tell him. Mingi’s not an idiot, well, mostly not. If you’re ready, he’ll give you exactly what you want.”

“And if I say the wrong thing?”

“You won’t,” he said, tugging her into a loose side hug. “Because you like him. And he clearly likes you.”

Y/N leaned against him and let out a breath. “God, I’m so screwed.”

“Not yet,” Wooyoung grinned. “But maybe soon, and harder.”

She screamed into the pillow.

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The frat house was packed, warm bodies, pulsing bass, cheap beer, and too sweet jungle juice. Y/N tugged down the hem of her little white dress for the tenth time as she followed Wooyoung and Yeosang through the crowd.

“I still don’t know how you talked me into this,” she muttered.

“You needed a night out,” Wooyoung sang teasingly.

“You’re insufferable,” Yeosang added, trailing behind them with a red cup already in hand.

Y/N just shook her head, smiling despite herself.

She hadn’t planned to drink much, not after the stress of the week, but she’d downed half a cup of whatever neon concoction Yeosang had handed her and was starting to feel the loose edges of tipsy. Her white dress clung to her just right, her skin warm, her lips glossed. It wasn’t meant to be anything more than casual, but she felt good.

So when some random frat guy sidled up next to her while she waited for Wooyoung and Yeosang to reappear with more drinks, she didn’t think much of it.

“You here with anyone?” he asked, clearly staring at her legs. Y/N blinked. “Yeah, actually…”

“That’s too bad,” he said, smirking. “I was gonna ask if you wanted to come upstairs.”

She was mid eye roll when another presence suddenly loomed behind her, the air shifting.

“Back off.”

Y/N turned, heart jolting, and found Mingi.

Black tee stretched over his shoulders, silver chain catching in the strobe lights, jaw tight. His eyes were fixed on the frat guy, expression unreadable except for the unmistakable sharp edge of possessive.

The frat guy, sensing a storm, backed off with raised hands and a muttered “my bad.”

The moment he was gone, Mingi turned to her, and his gaze dragged down her body like a match being lit.

“You knew I’d be here?” he asked lowly, jaw still clenched. Something about seeing another guy with her making him snap.

“I didn’t. Wooyoung dragged me out.”

Mingi’s nostrils flared. “And you were just letting guys hit on you?”

“I didn’t let him do anything.”

His hand landed on her waist, fingers gripping, eyes burning now. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”

Y/N breath hitched, the tension snapping taut between them. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“That dress. That face. That fucking look in your eye right now.” His voice dropped, low and rough. “You’re pushing me.”

Maybe she was.

But all Y/N could feel in that moment was how close he was, how his jealousy clung to her skin like smoke, how badly she wanted to be under him again. Her pulse throbbed between her thighs, nerves buzzing.

“So what if I am?” she whispered, tilting her chin up.

Mingi blinked, like that caught him off guard, and then his eyes darkened further.

“I want you to fuck me,” she breathed. “For real this time.”

He stared at her a beat longer, chest rising, and then his hand slid down, gripping the back of her thigh hard, drawing her flush against him.

“Then get the fuck out of here with me.”

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The inside of Mingi’s car was dark and quiet, save for the low hum of music and the city lights flashing by. Y/N sat in the passenger seat, dress riding high on her thighs, the buzz of adrenaline and liquor and whatever this thing was between them making her pulse thrum just under her skin.

She glanced over at him, one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on his thigh, rings glinting in the light. His jaw was clenched, eyes forward, but she could see it, the tension in his knuckles, the tight coil in his shoulders.

He was pissed.

Jealous.

And god, it was hot.

“You’re quiet,” she said, turning toward him, voice low and teasing.

Mingi didn’t look at her. “Trying not to get pulled over.”

She smirked. “Mmm. That’s very responsible of you.”

Still, he didn’t look, but his hand twitched on the wheel.

Y/N leaned a little closer, crossing one leg over the other slowly. “So… that guy back at the party. You didn’t like him talking to me?”

Mingi’s jaw flexed. “You know I didn’t.”

“Why?” she asked, her voice silk. “It’s not like we’re dating.” She really was pushing him now.

He finally glanced at her then, just a flick of his eyes, sharp and dark.

Y/N tilted her head. “I meant it, you know…. when I said I wanted you to fuck me?”

His knuckles turned white on the wheel.

She smiled and trailed one hand over her bare thigh, then slowly reached across the console to rest it on his thigh, fingers light, teasing, right over the seam of his jeans. “I wasn’t just saying it.”

His breath stuttered.

“Y/N,” he warned, voice low and wrecked.

“What?” she asked innocently, palm grazing higher.

He swore under his breath, deep and sharp, and the car jerked slightly as he picked up speed.

“You better stop, or I swear I’ll pull over and have you in the backseat.”

Y/N just grinned, heat building between her legs. “Maybe I want that.”

Mingi looked at her then, really looked, and the growl that left him made her thighs press together.

But he didn’t stop the car.

Not until he pulled into his parking spot outside his apartment building, and Y/N heart skipped a beat. She got out of the car first, but before she could make it to the door, Mingi was right behind her, a hand brushing her arm as he leaned in close.

He stayed that close until they were inside, just at his apartment door.

She could feel the heat of his breath against her neck, and her body instinctively pressed closer to him. “You sure you know what you’re asking for?” Mingi whispered in her ear, his voice smooth, a touch of warning beneath the surface.

Y/N shivered, her skin tingling as her heart raced. Her gaze met his, and in that moment, she saw the unrestrained desire in his eyes.

“Yes.” She whispered, her voice low and teasing, but filled with the edge of something more vulnerable. “I want you to.”

Mingi didn’t respond right away, his eyes darkening as he reached out, fingers grazing her cheek before sliding down to her jaw. The contact was electric, sending a jolt through her entire body.

“You really want that?” he asked, his voice raw with a need that matched hers.

Y/N nodded slowly, biting her lip as she closed the distance between them. “Yes. I want you to take control. Show me what you can do.”

The words were barely out of her mouth when Mingi’s lips were on hers, deep, demanding, and full of hunger. His hands slipped under her dress, grasping her hips as he pulled her against him. She moaned softly at the contact, feeling his arousal pressing against her.

Mingi’s breath hitched as he pulled away just enough to look into her eyes. “You want me to fuck you? I’ll do more than that.”

He unlocked his door and pulled her inside, kissing her again, this time with more urgency. His hands explored her body, tracing the curves of her waist, the dip of her back, and then pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

She felt her resolve begin to melt as he guided her backward, pressing her against the door of his apartment. He was relentless, his hands never stopping as they moved from her waist to her thighs, his fingers trailing dangerously close to where she wanted him most.

“Tell me you want this,” he said, needing once again to make sure, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine.

“I want it. I want you,” she breathed, her words rushed and barely audible.

Mingi smiled, his hands sliding beneath her dress, fingers caressing the bare skin of her inner thighs.

He kissed her like he’d been starving, lifting her up and carrying her to his room, hands all over her, lips devouring every inch of exposed skin as she clawed at his back, pulling him down onto the bed with her. His mouth trailed down her neck, her chest, dragging the hem of her shirt up inch by inch until he could finally taste her skin.

“I think im addicted to this,” he breathed against her hipbone. “to you.”

She gasped as he dropped between her thighs, fingers spreading her open, tongue licking a slow, devastating stripe that made her hips lift off the mattress.

“Mingi..”

“I got you,” he murmured, gripping her thighs tighter, locking her in place.

And then he ate her alive, slow and filthy, his mouth working her until her moans were breathless, legs trembling, hands fisting the sheets. He didn’t stop until she was crying out, eyes fluttering shut as her orgasm crashed through her.

She hadn’t even caught her breath before he kissed his way back up her body, capturing her mouth again, letting her taste herself on his lips.

“My turn,” she whispered against his mouth.

And then she flipped them, taking him by surprise, straddling him, her hands dragging down his chest, nails teasing every line of muscle as she lowered herself between his thighs.

Mingi hissed through his teeth, watching her with hooded eyes as she took him into her mouth, slow and deep. “Fuck…. Y/N…”

She gave him everything, tongue swirling, lips tight, hollowing her cheeks, just like he taught her, dragging every reaction from his body like she was playing him like a damn instrument. His head fell back, one hand gripping the headboard, the other tangled in her hair.

“You keep doing that,” he groaned, “and I’m not gonna last…”

She pulled back with a smug smile, licking him one last time before crawling up his body. “Maybe I don’t want you to last.” She bit her bottom lip. “I’m on birth control now…”

He flipped her fast, her back hitting the mattress with a gasp, legs wrapping around him as he slammed into her in one perfect, hard thrust. Because fuck, he was going to make sure he filled her full. They both cried out, raw, desperate, ruined.

His rhythm was punishing at first, hips snapping into hers with a force that had the bed creaking, her fingers raking down his back as he buried his face in her neck.

Then he slowed.

Grabbed her thighs.

Flipped her again.

She barely had time to adjust before he pulled her back, chest to her back, his dick driving into her from behind while one hand snaked around her throat, tight, possessive.

She turned her face toward his, lips parted in a moan.

“You know you’re mine now, angel,” Mingi growled against her ear, breath ragged. “mine.”

Her gasp was a broken sob as he fucked her harder, his fingers pressing into her skin like he was trying to mark her from the inside out.

They came together, breathless and shaking, collapsing in a heap of tangled limbs and sweat soaked sheets. Mingi stayed behind her, arms wrapped around her waist, chest pressed to her back, face buried in her shoulder.

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Y/N slowly stirred awake, the warmth of the bed around her making her feel cocooned in the soft sheets. Her eyes fluttered open, and the soft morning light filtered through the curtains. She glanced around, her hand reaching out for Mingi instinctively, but found the spot beside her cold.

The bed was still warm, as if he had just left, but the silence was unsettling.

She sat up, pulling one of Mingi’s oversized shirts over her head as she stretched, feeling the slight soreness from the night before. There was a quiet hum in the air, the kind that told her he wasn’t far.

Curiosity tugged at her, and she padded barefoot across the apartment, the sound of her steps barely echoing on the hardwood floor. She followed the faint murmur of voices and the smell of coffee to the living room, where Mingi stood talking to someone, a man she didn’t recognize. The low hum of his voice was almost like a lullaby, calm and controlled, but his posture was sharp, the way his hands gestured signaling a conversation that was anything but casual.

Y/N paused in the doorway, still trying to fully shake off the haze of sleep. She watched for a moment, unsure whether to interrupt, but then Mingi’s voice broke through the tension in the room.

“You’re up,” he said, his eyes flicking to her, an unreadable expression passing over his features before he turned back to the man in front of him. The other guy gave a nod, as if acknowledging her presence, but Mingi kept his attention on the transaction.

Y/N shifted, not quite sure what to do. She had expected something different when she woke up this morning. Not this. Not him conducting business with a stranger while she stood there, wearing his shirt and still feeling the aftereffects of their intense night together.

“Don’t worry about it,” Mingi finally added, his tone soft, almost reassuring, as if sensing her hesitation. “This won’t take long.”

She nodded, her eyes lingering on him as she walked past, heading to the kitchen to make herself a coffee. Despite the disconnect between them, she couldn’t shake the small pang in her chest.

It was clear to her now that Mingi had his own world, one she hadn’t fully stepped into, even after everything that had happened between them. And maybe she wasn’t quite ready to either.

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[yungistiny]

polaroid

[ J. Yunho + P. Seonghwa ]

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summary: in which your friend seonghwa finds the polaroids your boyfriend yunho keeps of you

warning: threesome, dom yunho, possessive yunho, soft dom seonghwa, sub reader, slight voyeurism, oral, praise kink

genre: smut

pairing: yunho x afab reader x seonghwa

word count: 1.3k

note: this was an anonymous request

masterlist

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Lunch had been casual, comfortable, even, with the warm banter of close friends, the occasional deep chuckle from Yunho, and Seonghwa’s gentle wit balancing everything out. You sat nestled close to your boyfriend, thigh pressed to his under the table. Every so often, his large hand would slide up your bare thigh beneath the tablecloth, stroking dangerously close to where he knew you were already aching for more than a casual meal.

Seonghwa either didn’t notice, or pretended not to, but his ears were faintly pink.

“Baby,” Yunho murmured after the check arrived, brushing his lips against your temple, “I gotta hit the restroom. Hwa, you mind covering the bill with my wallet?” He dug into his back pocket and passed the sleek leather wallet across the table.

“Sure,” Seonghwa nodded, catching it one handed as Yunho stood and walked off.

You took a slow sip of your drink, heart still thudding from the teasing touches under the table, and tried not to look at Seonghwa too long. It was always easy to talk to him, but now, something felt charged. Maybe it was the leftover heat from Yunho’s fingers, or the way Seonghwa’s brows furrowed suddenly as he opened the wallet and froze.

The restaurant chatter faded to a blur in the background.

His eyes were locked on a small stack of tucked away polaroids that had slipped slightly from one of the inner pockets. He reached for them, curious at first, until he saw what they were.

His breath caught.

You.

In Yunho’s bed.

One picture showed you straddling Yunho, head tossed back, mouth parted in ecstasy.

Another showed your wrists bound loosely with one of Yunho’s ties, mouth open around his fingers.

The last? You on all fours, looking over your shoulder, face flushed, cum slicking your thighs.

You realized what he was looking at just as he slowly turned the last photo, and your cheeks burned.

“Shit,” you whispered, leaning forward, “Seonghwa…”

But then Yunho returned.

He paused when he reached the table, gaze instantly zoning in on the photos in Seonghwa’s hands. His expression shifted, dangerous and knowing, his mouth curving into a slow, proud smirk.

“You like what you see?” Yunho asked, voice lower than usual.

Seonghwa didn’t speak right away. But he didn’t look away either. “She’s beautiful.”

Yunho’s gaze flicked to you. “You didn’t stop him?”

Your stomach fluttered. “I…” You swallowed. “I didn’t mind.”

Something in Yunho’s posture changed. He took the wallet and photos back, slipping them away. “Get the bill. Then come to our place.” He said, the words sounding like an invitation and a challenge all at once. His eyes met yours. “You’re okay with that, right, baby?”

You nodded.

Your voice was barely audible. “Yes.”

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It wasn’t maybe twenty minutes after yourself and Yunho got home that Seonghwa showed up.

And it certainly didn’t take long before things turned breathless.

Yunho had you on your knees at the foot of the bed, his hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back to kiss you hard. His other hand ran possessively down your spine. Seonghwa stood nearby, watching, gaze dark and restrained.

“Take it off,” Yunho said, nodding at your top. “Let him see what his friend’s been keeping all to himself.”

You stripped slowly, the heat of both their eyes burning into your skin, loving the attention from the two of them.

“She’s always so obedient when she’s needy,” Yunho smirked, brushing your nipples with his knuckles, making you shiver.

Seonghwa moved closer. “May I?” He was asking for your permission and you nodded.

Yunho watched you, both of you with an unreadable expression.

Seonghwa’s touch was reverent, his hands slid along your sides, fingers splayed as he leaned in to kiss your shoulder. “So soft,” he murmured. “You really like being watched, don’t you?”

Your breath hitched. “Maybe.”

Yunho laughed softly behind you. “She does. Gets wetter the more she’s praised.” He moved just close enough to slap lightly at the wetness visible on your panties.

You whimpered as Seonghwa’s mouth closed around your nipple, tongue warm, his hands still gentle but firm. Yunho stood behind you now, grinding against your ass through his jeans, whispering filth against your ear.

“You gonna let us share you tonight, baby?” He practically growled. “You gonna take both of us?”

“Yes…. yes, please,” you gasped.

The rest of your clothes and theirs were shed, the room filling with the sounds of zippers, breath, the low hum of anticipation. Yunho pressed you onto the bed, face down, ass up, spreading you open with both hands. “Look at her,” he told Seonghwa, a little possessively. “This is mine. But tonight, I’m letting you taste.”

You heard Seonghwa kneel behind you, his hands brushing your thighs. Then his tongue, slow, teasing, dipping into you with a soft groan.

“God,” he whispered, “you taste as good as you look.”

You moaned into the sheets, hips rocking back.

Yunho stroked himself lazily, watching, eyes half lidded. “You take your time. I want her nice and dumb before I fuck her.”

And Seonghwa did take his time. His tongue lapped at your clit with slow circles, then deep strokes inside you, fingers joining soon after. He murmured praise between every kiss, every flick. “So responsive… You’re shaking already.”

Yunho pulled your hair, making you arch. “Don’t come until I say so.” You whimpered, trembling between their touches.

Eventually, Yunho couldn’t wait anymore. He flipped you onto your back and pressed your thighs wide open, lining himself up.

“She’s all yours,” Seonghwa murmured beside him, wiping his mouth, eyes wild and hair a mess.

Yunho smirked and drove into you in one deep thrust, the size of him always a stretch. You cried out, pleasure crashing through you instantly.

“Look at you,” he groaned. “Taking me so well. Even after being spoiled by Hwa’s tongue.”

He pounded into you hard, relentless, each thrust pushing you higher, his hands holding your wrists above your head. Seonghwa stroked your hair, leaned in to kiss your throat, your jaw, your lips. “You’re doing so good,” he whispered. “Let him use you. I’ll take care of you after.”

“Please, Yunho,” you gasped, “please….”

“You wanna come now?”

“Yes…. yes, please!”

Yunho slammed into you harder, then pulled out right as you started to clench, replacing himself with two of Seonghwa’s fingers to keep you right at the edge.

“Not yet,” he hissed. “You’re not done.” He looked at Seonghwa. “Your turn.”

Seonghwa moved between your legs, lined himself up, and looked into your eyes. “Are you okay?”

You reached up, touched his cheek, breathless. “I want it.”

He slid into you slow, careful, and you gasped at the stretch. He wasn’t rough like Yunho, though your boyfriend wasn’t always like that, he was being a bit over possessive tonight.

And Yunho stayed right beside you, kissing you deeply, murmuring, “That’s it, baby. Let him in. Let him fuck you full.”

Seonghwa kept a hand on your waist, another on your breast, pace measured but intense. You were close, so close you were crying out with every thrust.

Yunho wrapped a hand around your throat, just enough pressure to send sparks up your spine. “Come. Now.”

And you did, hard, full body, clenching around Seonghwa with a cry that echoed off the walls. He followed right after, groaning your name into your shoulder.

You collapsed back, boneless.

Yunho kissed your temple, brushing hair from your face. “That’s my girl.”

Seonghwa lay beside you, hand still holding yours.

Yunho reached for your chin, tilting your face toward him with a smirk. “Next time,” he murmured, “we show him the video.”

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[yungistiny]

oh oh i have a request! its going to be another yunhwa if thats okay

seonghwa found polaroids of reader in various positions 👀 in yunho’s wallet and cant stop thinking about it.

somehow they end up in threesome. the usuals wink wink. thank youuuuuuuuu

everything about this concept has me spiraling OH LET ME GET STARTED

[yungistiny]

@m00njinnie putting this on a shirt 😭 thank you

[yungistiny]

I have no idea what I will be updating this week so when I just start dropping one shots and new chapters just go with it 😭

[yungistiny]

idk if this is really basic or not but can u make a fic of head obsessed yunho but add ur own twist too it bc ur just insanely good at writing fic’s i love your work

actually glad for this request because got to add in my yunho head pusher agenda 😌