The Person I Became When I Was Reading Thisim Scared Of Her

the person i became when i was reading this…i’m scared of her

this was so freaking good, i don’t know what it is about the ateez fics but all the authors are just so amazing?? like just pure masterpieces.

honestly i don’t care how close i am to my friend, if her dad is park seonghwa i’d also give myself to him. she can start calling me step mom or whatever HAHAHAHA

but the friend just revealingthat she caught them at the end, HILARIOUS HAHAHA

Read For Me 》 P. Seonghwa

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: SingleFather!Seonghwa x Daughter'sBestFriend!Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: masturbation, oral(m receiving), finger sucking, gagging, nipple play, fingering, spitting (once), unprotected sex, creampie

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 7k

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Books, fanfictions, TV shows and games took your excitement about real life away. Nothing has your heart beating fast, everything is pretty much the same and dull to you. Nobody could pull you out of your void of fantasy for a long time. Still, your best friend decides to try one last time. She does succeed, but not in the way she meant.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: This was triggered by one (1) video of Seonghwa.

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Buried into your books and the void of the fantasy world, you had little to no excitement left in your body for the real life events. They lacked... something. Everything was awkward, miscalculated, weird and stiff. In books, the world was so fluid. Tension, passion, strong emotions like love and hate were on almost all pages. It filled your empty memories and fantasies just right. You now wished to drop out of college, buy a castle, run into a mysterious higher vampire and be the reason he exists as a good person now. Or maybe succeed in going through the wall and ending up on Platform 9¾, preferably face first into Cedric Diggory's chest.

Erotica isn't foreign to you either. They say the dirtiest ones are usually the virgins. And they weren't wrong. The amount of frustration trapped in you did you no good. You used to wonder how your male friends could do it so often, but once you got a taste of that side, you understood better than anyone. Countless nights of your fingers working on all your sensitive buds had you only wishing for more, even after release. It just wasn't enough. You hoped for a miracle every single time. You hoped that one of the men from your fantasies would appear in your room and satisfy you just how you wanted. Wouldn't it be just perfect if Henry Cavill appeared in the room? Preferably in his Witcher costume? If not him, then Lee Dong Wook would do equally good.

You drop your book on the bed. Your eyes skimmed over words, but you didn't pay attention to a single thing that was written. You decide to take a break from reading. Maybe you could even drink your first glass of water today. The sun was almost setting, yet you only had a bowl of cereal and half of a pizza slice. You glance at the clock. You despised it. It only reminded you of how fast time flies. You didn't even get to the steamy part of your fantasy, yet you already had to get dressed and wait for your friend in the driveway.

Your college best friend is back from her seasonal vacation in the Alps. Or was it Greece this time? It didn't even matter. It seemed like they only went to keep the tradition, not because they wanted to. She was probably richer than the whole college combined, yet she didn't know where to use all her fortune. So she settled for buying presents for her friends, which is why you now have a full wall covered with books and collectible figures and movie props.

Thirty minutes later, you are outside, your eyes searching for a black Mercedes with light up wheels and a suspicious looking driver. All three of their bodyguards were funny. They weren't as they described them in books. Her bodyguards were stiff, bland, and didn't say more than a greeting. You didn't exactly expect them to flirt with you any chance they get like you were used to on the pages, but the behaviour was still a disappointment for you.

Chills run up your spine as you watch the sun set. You regret picking out the outfit you are wearing. As if you weren't aware that the summer days are far behind. You wore the dress you got from her last trip to Paris. She had a great fashion sense and loved fashion in general, and to turn down her clothes meant a heartbreak for her.

"As soon as I saw it, I thought: her."

The way she described how she found it was amusing to you. It was knee-length and had long see-through sleeves. You felt the prettiest in it.

Finally, you heard the familiar engine. You didn't even have to look. The vehicle pulled up in front of you, and before the driver could get out, the door opened. A tall masculine figure stepped out of the car, and opened the door all the way for you. You feel chills run up your spine once again, this time not from the cold, but from the sight in front of you.

The man in front of you was absolutely stunning. He had the sparkliest and biggest eyes you had ever seen, broad shoulders, a confident smirk and-

"Dad, stop messing with her! She will think she is going to get kidnapped!" Your friend's voice yelled from inside the car.

You gulped, eyes still not leaving his face. In the three years of your friendship with her, you never saw her parents. Especially her father. Not even on photos. So, naturally, you'd need time to recover from this shock.

"Whenever you are ready."

The man politely bowed his head towards the seats, then stepped back so he could close the door after you. He sat in the front seat, then nodded towards the driver as a sign to turn on the engine.

The ride was peaceful, if you exclude your friend's nails clicking against the phone screen.

"I hear you like books." The words drip from his lips like honey.

You blush at simple eye contact through the rear mirror. His gaze has your fingers playing in your lap and your thighs pressed together.

He is so hot.

"I do, Mr Park."

"That's lovely. It's rare to find people in younger generations that enjoy reading. They mainly use it as a reason to bully someone."

"It truly is," you confirm, wanting to keep the conversation going. "You enjoy books too, Sir?"

Fathers of your other friends usually tell you to call them by their names. But not Park Seonghwa. He sure as fuck is not like other fathers you've met. You don't remember the last time your cheeks felt so hot because of someone.

"Of course. I have a whole library in my house. You are free to see it if you wish. My sweet social daughter will show you. Won't you, darling?"

His gaze switches to your friend, who is too invested in the ongoing conversation on her phone to pay attention to the one happening in real life.

"Sure, sure."

Park Seonghwa shook his head with a chuckle, then sat back in silence. You looked around you. The girl next to you was dressed beautifully as usual. It surprised you how she could make all those weird elements feel so ordinary and pretty. You, on the other hand, struggled to pair the jeans and a top. You barely figured out which shoes went with the dress. You felt underdressed. Her father wore a suit, and she had an elegant short blazer which matched her trousers, paired up with heels and a matching purse. You had a phone in your hand and a tote bag with your pajamas for the night. And a jacket to keep you warm. It didn't go with the outfit you had poorly put together at all. You wanted to run back home and wear something more fitting for the house you'll be staying in for a day or two.

You were in it once. You felt ridiculously small inside it. The ceilings were so high, dazzling chandeliers hanging from them. The windows were tall and in a minimalistic style. You only wondered how much time it took to clean them. They had all sorts of things you thought were unnecessary. Like a pool. The beach was just fifteen minutes away, the pool was there just to show off. So many bedrooms also had you confused. Since Spring, only two people live there now; your friend and her father. The mother filed for a divorce as she found love in a tourist from Poland. Poor Mr Park.

"Let's go," your friend finally put the phone away.

It took you a few moments to take in all the differences that were made. The portrait of a woman and a child above the fireplace was now gone and replaced with one of the man you just met and a young lady in which you found a sister 3 years ago.

"Anyone want my famous fig cheese prosciutto bites?" The man held a silver plate full of the said bites in front of the girls.

"No, dad, disgusting. Fruit and meat?"

"Growing up this spoiled one would think your taste in food would get better. Chicken nuggets don't really pass as an appetiser meal."

You watch with amusement as the two exchange a few funny grimaces, before your friend makes her way towards her room. "You eat some of that, since I know damn well you didn't eat shit today."

"I so did."

"You're so lying, bitch."

You laugh, ready to throw the word right back at her, when you feel Mr Park's gaze on you.

"Cuss her out all you want. It is none of my business."

"No, no. It's not quite appropriate for someone to talk like that."

In front of you, you add in your mind.

He hums, then smiles at you. "Bite?"

"I'd love to."

It takes only an eyebrow raise from him to let you know that you could've worded it better.

"I mean, I'd love one."

You take one from the plate, then admire it. Were you supposed to shove the whole thing in your mouth? Maybe pull it apart and eat it in rows? Bite into it?

"I don't usually try to poison my daughter's friends, doll. Just enjoy it. If we don't eat these tonight, they will go bad and I'll have to throw them away."

The little nickname slip had your toes wiggling in your shoes. He is so effortlessly breathtaking. Seeing that you're still struggling with the food, he takes one bite in his hand. He removes the toothpick holding the ingredients together, then steps towards you.

Every thought you had in your mind until then disappeared. Park Seonghwa gently cupped your lower jaw, and you relax into his touch. You look straight into his eyes as he puts the food between your lips. When you fail to move on your own, he smirks with amusement. Two fingers gently push the food into your mouth, resting on your tongue for a split second.

"Can you chew that for me?"

You feel your core throb. You feel fragile and weak under his touch. Most of all, you feel horny for your friend's dad. You remember to blink, then start chewing on the delicious food. He does not avert his eyes as you do so. Once you made sure to chew enough times, you finally swallow. A satisfied smile decorated his face as his thumb caressed your cheek, hand still cupping your jaw.

"Good girl."

You think you see stars. Park Seonghwa has an impact nobody ever had on you. And lots of them tried. Park Seonghwa didn't even need to try. He just - existed.

The man lets go of your face, then silently makes his way towards his room. At least you assume it is his room. He walked away so calmly, almost making you think you imagined what had just happened. Your face suddenly feels empty and cold without his touch. He had you in a chokehold with a simple touch and a smile.

You almost forget about your best friend waiting in her room. You hope your blushing won't betray you. After all, she must be tired of people wanting to fuck her dad.

Your conversations and jokes don't stop until after midnight. By now, you've had a stand-up show, a few episodes of your favorite TV show, a few funny clips of your favorite artists, and a fashion show. You are exhausted, almost ready for bed. Almost. You still need to get the frustration out somehow. The younger girl is more than ready for bed. The moment her head touched the pillow, she was out of this world. You laugh at her smeared makeup, then reach for the box of wet wipes. You gently clean her face, then try to do her usual routine. You don't remember it, but you try your best.

You make your way to her tall mirror, ready to clean your face too. If your best friend didn't study and work with fashion, she would surely be a makeup artist. It's a pity that you have to wipe down the art she created. Your hands fall down, and your eyes skim over your outfit and hair. She made you wear the brand new lingerie she got for her birthday as a joke. It was funny when they were in her hands, but you'll never forget the gasp that came out of her when you stepped out of the big wardrobe.

"Wanna scissor?"

You'd be up to try it, just not with her. Not while you have her dad on your mind. Perhaps- perhaps you could suddenly get thirsty and go to the kitchen dressed like that? The lingerie was now hidden under a short silver silk dress she wore for her ex boyfriend's birthday party. It looked plain and stupid, but the young girl had the power to turn it into something jaw dropping. Paired with silver heels and dazzling makeup, you looked ready for, well, someone to destroy it.

You open the door, then slowly step in the hallway. The girl explained that Mr Park's room is at the end of the hallway, but you cannot just walk in and expect something to happen. Maybe he simply liked teasing. Maybe he never responds to all those calls for pleasure. He is surely aware of what an impact he has on people, and maybe he finds it amusing. You still have a shot to see for yourself.

You drink a glass of water. Then another one. He isn't here. He must be asleep already. He is a hard working man after all. All this didn't come into his life easily. God, good looking and hard-working? He must be the whole package. Who in their right mind would leave a man like this? Perhaps she couldn't keep up with his sex drive. You hope.

You set the glass aside, and examine the kitchen again. Many drinks decorated the shelves, along with luxurious looking glasses and other glass decorations. You could only dream of having a home like this. You could probably afford a single spoon from the bottom drawer. You just couldn't wait to meet your soul mate and force your brilliant ideas on them. After all, you have a gift for that. Decorating, I mean. Not the forcing part.

You feel less sleepy now that you've drank so much water. You wander around the living room for a while, hoping he would come down at any moment. Yet it still doesn't happen. Your feet carry you to the door near the staircase. You slowly open it, then look around. With your luck, he will come down now that you are snooping around his home. He better stay asleep now.

You step inside, debating whether to turn on the lights. Fuck it, you think. Your hand finds the light switch on the cold wall. You squint at the sudden brightness. It takes a while for your eyes to get used to it, but when they do, all you can do is gasp.

The walls were covered with antique bookshelves, each filled with books from top to bottom. They were divided in sections, and they had the most beautiful covers and spines you've ever seen. You step inside, closing the door behind. The room was endless rows of fantasy, sci-fi, romance, poetry, educational books, and-

Erotica.

Fuck, lots of erotica. A whole wall, maybe even two, dedicated to the sinful delight. You didn't even need to check if you're right. You'd recognise some of those spines even in darkness. A single desk is placed in the middle of the room, along with a comfortable looking chair. Pens and notebooks are neatly placed in the top corner, and a book rests at the edge. A suit jacket, most probably Mr Park's, is placed over the backrest. The room was organised, clean, and smelled like sandalwood mixed with jasmine. It was pleasant enough to just stand there. Yet the curiosity got the best (or worst) of you, as it always did.

The smell of books takes over your senses. You feel the worn out spines and edges under your fingertips. He has them all: from the very first romance novels with the very first sex scenes to steamy books who had sex written all over them. You weren't sure which ones you liked more. You only knew that you'd settle for anything just to get a little taste.

Your gaze falls on the book which laid on the desk. His most recent read, perhaps? It still had a bookmark, you notice. You sit on the chair, and almost sink into it from the softness. You close your eyes, inhaling all the scents you can. You sense a hint of bourbon. Even his scent makes your lower stomach burn with unreleased sensation.

You take the book into your hands, then turn it over. The summary made your curiosity even worse, and you could forget about sleep for at least two more hours. You lean back, put your feet on the desk, and happily start with the book. It has a plot, of course, but currently? You couldn't give a single fuck about it. But you aren't one to skip pages just to get to a certain point in the story. So you force yourself to read through the little boring descriptions. In the corner of your eye, you spot a box of tissues peeking out of the bottom drawers. You see no other chairs around here. It means that nobody enters the room.

A man and a box of tissues mean only one thing.

You sigh at the picture that forms in your head. You see Mr Park sitting on the chair. He is wearing his suit vest, a book in his hand and legs spread comfortably. His other hand is wrapped around his cock, which you know is thick. Your eyes have dropped down there once or twice. He is lazily stroking himself, his attention still fully on the book. There is just something so fucking hot about watching a man satisfy himself.

You feel your throat go dry. You open your eyes, ready to put the book away and try to go to sleep. Yet the plot has just started to get steamy. You sit back once again, the book in your hand not getting any rest tonight. Your eyes skim over the hot descriptions, each making you more flustered. The thought of Park Seonghwa reading this is driving you crazy.

Nicholas has waited for this moment for months, yet it felt like years to him. He would use every second of it, and he will be the best she ever had.

He worshipped her all night long, explored her body with his tongue, whispered sweet nothings into her ear, and grabbed at anything he could. He devoured her, his wet muscle tirelessly working on her sensitive bud. Her cries of pleasure had him cumming in his own pants, yet he didn't care. He existed for her, and her only.

Was it too much to ask for a simple eating out? You wonder how it feels. You had one, a long time ago. Along with a messy first time. God, the second time might've been ever messier. None of it was enjoyable. You too wanted to be manhandled. You too wanted to be worshipped. You wanted someone to tirelessly eat you out until you cream. And scream.

You groan. Continuing will do you no good, but going to sleep is impossible. You could rub out a quick one and then try to rest. Wouldn't be your first time. You feel yourself dripping through your panties. All these descriptions have your head spinning. You reach for the box of tissues. The last thing you needed was to leave evidence that you snooped around. If you're going to leave one, it better not be an arousal stain on the chair.

You pull the drawer so you can take the box out easier. If your jaw could drop to the floor, it probably would. Deeper in the drawer laid a purple gadget. You knew very well what it was. You were never brave enough to get one for yourself. Your parents liked to snoop a lot, and just now you realise where you got it from. He didn't use it on anyone, did he? Your friend did not mention any women near Mr Park. Besides, it feels good for men too.

You carefully take out the wand. It looks brand new, the see through film still wrapped around the head. It could help you out. You'd be finished even quicker. Nobody will ever know. You cannot afford it anymore anyway, so wasting an opportunity like this seems like a shame to you.

You put each leg over the armrests, then lay back comfortably. You press a button. The buzzing sound has your stomach filled with excitement. You resume the reading, the wand dangerously close to your crotch. You didn't remove the film, nor will you remove the panties. If someone barges in, you can throw it in the drawer and act stupid.

You bring the buzzing device closer, and closer, until it finally touches your burning clit. A gasp leaves your lips, the first vibrations giving you the satisfaction you needed. You try to focus on the words, yet the toy feels so good against you that you choose to drop the book and enjoy. You throw your head back, sighs and hums leaving your mouth as you work the toy on your clit. Your mind is clouded with thoughts of a single man. He is so close, yet so far. The scent from his vest is helping you get a clearer picture. He is skillfully working his fingers on you, filling you up just right and licking your juices off his hand so sinfully.

You groan. The vibrations are strong against you, and you don't think you can take it. You are not used to it. Fingers will have to do. You blindly search for the button. When you fail to find it, you open your eyes.

"Fuck-"

The rest of the words come out muffled. A hand is placed over your lips, and another one is covering yours on the wand. You shamelessly stare into the eyes of the man you want to fuck so bad. Judging by his gaze, you think he shares the idea. Without a single word, he presses the toy back into your clit. You sigh into his hand, head falling back and your back arching. You try to close your eyes, but a slap to your inner thigh makes you jump.

"Look at me."

You do as you are told. He does not avert his gaze, not even when you beg him to stop. You are feeling overstimulated, even though you did not orgasm.

"Found yourself a book to read?" He asks, eyes falling on it.

You nod. Now you know why the scent was stronger in the room. How long was he there?

"Come here."

He removes his hand from your face. You are taken aback by his demands. It is turning you on even more. With a single swipe, he drops all the pens and notebooks from the desk on the floor.

"You like wearing cute little dresses and parading around the house?"

"I wasn't-"

"I didn't say I didn't enjoy it." He licks his lips. His hands cup your waist, and you feel your body rise up. He places you on the desk, then rests his hands on your knees. In the most erotic way ever, he looks deep into your eyes, then gently spreads your legs. You want to melt into his arms right there. Mr Park steps between your thighs, hands resting on your cheeks.

"You look so innocent. So pretty for me to ruin."

You say nothing. Instead, you get closer to him. You wish to feel his lips. You wish to feel his tongue in many places.

"But you are far from innocent, aren't you? Probably the biggest slut I've ever met."

"Sir-"

"I don't fuck my daughter's friends, you know."

He places a hand on your chest, gently pushing you to lay down on the desk. He climbs on it with one knee, hand still caressing your cheek.

"Didn't promise anything about best friends though."

His lips hover above yours for a while. He is making it painful for you. He is making you beg. And you are ready to go down on your knees for him.

"I want to fucking ruin you, doll. I want to do all the things you've read about." He whispers into your mouth. His tongue peeks out to lick his lips, accidentally touching yours too. "I want to pound into you as you read your favorite book and struggle to focus. I want to tear you apart right on this desk."

You moan at his words. You swear you could cum from his dirty talk only.

"Will you let me get a taste of you?"

You nod eagerly. He chuckles, then presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. He is looking into your eyes in a way that has you rubbing your thighs together so you can get some friction.

"I need to hear you, love."

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"I'll let you get a taste of me," you repeat. It didn't sound as hot as when he said it. It didn't matter anyway.

Time passed so slow. You had an orgasm to chase, yet Park Seonghwa wouldn't move a single finger.

"Will you let me smear that pretty makeup of yours?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Will you let me stuff you with my cock like a good girl?"

"Y-yes, Sir," you breathe out. The formality is only adding up to the mood. First names are outdone anyway.

"And will you do as I say?"

"Yes," you nod, "yes I will. Anything."

"Anything?" He asks, his eyebrow raised.

"Anything, Sir."

Just when you think he is going to press his lips against yours, he reaches for something behind you. He holds the book in front of you, signaling you to take it.

"Read for me."

Read? It's erotica, not a bedtime story. Yet how can you say no when he asked you so nicely. You clear your throat, then continue where you left off.

"Nicholas held her thighs down to keep her from squirming. His tongue lapped at her clit without stopping. She begged, and begged for - oh!"

The buzzing device is spreading sensation on your clit. You look over the book, and find Mr Park focusing on the space between your legs. He is lazily dragging the wand across your crotch, occasionally pressing into the sensitive bud.

"Keep going," he ordered.

"S-she begged, and begged for more. She had cummed twice on his tongue already. Yet he didn't have enough. He wanted to watch her shake in his arms, beg ‐ ah, ‐ beg for him to stop. Nicholas then inserts his fingers into her, the tips searching for the sweet spot which - f‐fuck - had her groaning with pleasure."

The speed is increased, and your thighs are shaking. You think you're close already.

"I don't think I can handle it much longer." You say.

"I didn't ask."

With that, he increases the speed, this time dragging the toy more forcefully on your crotch. You could spill over the edge at any moment. You want to orgasm with his fingers, not a stupid toy.

"The books isn't going to read itself."

"She held onto his hair for dear life. The pressure was building up at the bottom, and- ah, fuck ‐ and, and-"

"And?"

"I'm going to cum," you cry out.

"I don't remember that being in that scene yet."

"Please-"

"Read."

Your eyes fall back on the words. You just want to lay down and enjoy. Why does he enjoy teasing so much? It's not as fun as it looks or sounds.

"‐and she could feel herself cumming all over his face once again."

You lower the book, just enough so you can look at him. He is focused on his movements. His long, slender fingers are gently pressing your thigh against the wooden surface, while his other hand is working the toy on you. The vibrations change speed and strength, and that's what's keeping you from finishing right in front of him. His tongue wets his lips again, and his lips stay open. He lets out shallow breaths as he watches you clench around nothing.

"Look at you, shamelessly dripping on my work desk." He says, his voice low and raspy. He looks into your eyes, right before he lifts the toy.

He does not break eye contact with you. He climbs on the desk again, spreading your legs with his own and resting his hand on your exposed lower stomach. His hand is hot against your skin. You are ready to give yourself to him in any way.

"You like the book so far?"

"Yes, Sir."

He drags his hand up your stomach, lifting your dress along the way. He takes his sweet time, doing nothing but giving you goosebumps and making your breathing harder. The dress is now scrunched above your breasts, your friend's brand new lingerie completely exposed to his big pupils. It was an ugly colour, but somehow, Mr Park seemed astonished by the view.

"Ah, fuck."

You feel your bra being yanked down, and right after that a warm wet muscle circling over your tense nipples. A gasp leaves your mouth. Then another, and another, with each lick he generously gives you. He squeezes your breasts, massages them, works his tongue on them like it's the most delicious meal in the world. You swear you could orgasm just from this.

Mr Park allows himself to get a bit vocal. He hums around your nipples, gently sucking at them and squeezing the soft flesh around them. He enjoys your squirming under him. He enjoys your moans and gasps. He enjoys your fingers pulling his hair. Most of all, he enjoys how you lift your thighs up and try to meet his crotch, in hopes of getting more relief down there.

He lifts his head from your sensitive breasts, and gets closer to your face. His breathing is heavy against your mouth, and you can almost feel his heart thumping against your chest.

"Tell me, what is your favorite scene from the book?"

"What?" You ask, confused as to why he is insisting on reading and talking about the book.

"You heard me," he speaks into your mouth. He is so close, yet he doesn't dare touch your lips. It's making you extremely frustrating. You wanted to taste the lips that spoke sinful words. You want all of him.

"Well, I kinda liked the first time he fingered her."

"Did you now?" He acts interested. His eyebrow is raised with amusement because of your utter confusion.

"Yeah, I mean, it was hot as fuck. Him fingering her right there in the corner of the club? I swear I'd — oh."

His finger dips inside of you with ease. Your walls swallow it, clench around it, and feel warm against it. Mr Park is lets out a groan. Still, he continues, still looking into your eyes. "What exactly did he do?"

"He made out with her. And fingered her."

"That's all?"

His finger is not moving. It sits there comfortably, enjoying the warmth of your pussy. He licks his lips for the third time that night. He is fighting every urge inside him to just slam his cock into you and ruin you on the table. He wants to enjoy everything you want to give him.

"H-he—" your eyes roll back as he gently presses his finger upwards, "he uses one finger first, to get her used to it. He fingers her slow, and- and‐"

The man slowly pulls out, then equally slowly goes back in. He repeats the motion, and each time it seems slower to you. It is more intense, but you don't think you have the patience.

"He inserts another finger, to stretch her out. He speeds up a bit, and asks her- ah, fuck, asks her if it feels good."

Mr Park leans into your ear. "Does it feel good?"

"Oh, fuck yes."

You feel another finger stretching you our, then another. He watches as his fingers disappear between your tight walls, preparing you so well for him. He speeds up his pace. The sounds of his palm slamming against your pelvis along with your cunt making wet noises is making you arch your back from the table. You shamelessly moan into his mouth, hands grabbing at his shoulders, hair, face, anything.

You are pulled away from the world of ecstasy. You find yourself sitting up straight, your wrists caught in his hand. You are ready to whine about being so close, yet he stops you by pulling you off the desk. The dress falls down your body, covering it once again. The man pulls you off the table, and in a split second, he has you slammed against the bookshelves. You are ready to complain, but he stops you by slamming his palms against the shelves near your head. He looks at you, as if asking if you still want it. You respond by getting closer to him, testing the waters. He doesn't pull away. Instead, he captures your lips with his, hungrily sucking on them and biting them. His tongue is gentle against yours, giving it light strokes and circles. Your fingers find themselves tangled into his hair, then down his neck, shoulders, until they finally rest on his chest. He stops your hands from unbuttoning his snow white shirt. He pulls away too quickly for your liking.

You stare with surprise as he drops down on his knees. Fuck, you love the way he looks at you from down there. His fingers graze the skin of your thighs, then gently lift up the dress.

"Hold that for me." He orders in a whisper. You quickly obey, grabbing the material and holding it above your lower stomach. "Then what happened?"

"The guy took her outside, behind the club. He made her stand against the wall, much like me now. And then—"

You now realise what he is doing. He is recreating the scenes you have just read. He is fulfilling your fantasy. He is doing just what you always wanted, and he doesn't even know it. A sudden boost of confidence enters your body. You could drop a few lines that weren't in the book. He wouldn't notice now, would je?

"He ate her out."

"Did he?" He asks, voice dripping with horny thoughts said out loud. "And just how did he do that?"

"He licked every inch of her skin, explored every curve and bump, and sucked on a specific spot."

The man smirks, then pokes his tongue out. You finally get a chance to see exactly how long it is. He licks a warm stripe over your folds and clit. Your knees are wobbly, and you wish you could've stayed sat down. His hands are gripping you thighs, buttocks, and the back of your knees. He is fully focused into absolutely ravishing you.

He mercilessly licks your clit, each swipe making you more sensitive. He works it up and down, then in circles, then flattens the wet muscle so that he can take in all of you. He makes lewd noises, almost slurping at your arousal and folds.

"So heavenly," he groans. He hums as he speeds up his tongue against your clit.

Short moans leave your mouth, and you find yourself gripping your nipples over the shiny fabric. You pull and squeeze his hair between your finger, and you think you'll choke him with your thighs. He doesn't complain once.

"I'm close—" you whimper, white dots already appearing in front of your eyes.

It was as if you said "stop". He stands up, hand resting on your jaw. He lifts your head to look at him. His lips are glistening with your arousal, and you think it's the hottest thing ever. He dips his thumb and index finger into your cheeks, making you hollow them and open your mouth. He leans in, and just when you think he is about to kiss you, two fingers find themselves resting on your tongue. He proceeds to push them back, right at the end of your tongue. You tear up, but don't gag. He is very distracting with his stare.

You close your lips around his fingers, tongue circling around them and wetting them. He takes them out, puts them in his own mouth. He steps back for a bit, and you carefully follow his every movement. He rips the fabric of his shirt, and buttons drop down on the floor. The sight has you dripping down your legs. You don't get a chance to say much, he pushes you against the desk, this time with you facing the surface. You feel the wet digits spread your folds. You then feel a wet trail rolling down your pussy.

Did he—? Did he spit directly on your pussy?

You hear the belt unbuckling, then fabric shuffling. Something hot touches your other cheeks, gently caressing them and leaving a trail of precum. His hand reaches near you, taking the book and opening it where you marked it. It then cups your neck, gently pressing the sides of it just enough to make you dizzy.

"Read for me, doll."

"But-"

He leans down, feeling a bit annoyed at all your protests. "Read for me so I can stuff you with my cock in peace."

You have no other choice but to continue. You feel him circling your folds, but not touching you where you need it.

"Nicholas couldn't believe how long it had been since he last felt her. He pounded into her like there was no tomorrow. His hips forcefully connected with hers— ah!"

You feel him stretch you out. The sweet burning sensation is back, this time actually pleasant. He fills you to the end, hands tightly holding onto your waist and neck. He pulls out, just to slam back into you, much like Nicholas.

"He watched her tits bounce with every hip thrust he m-made, a sight for sore eyes. He fondled her nipples, listened to her moans and watched her face twist wit-th pleasure—"

His hands move your body towards him, making him reach spots that have you gripping the edge of the desk.

"Please let me enjoy this, Mr Park. Oh please, let me."

He pulls your hair, making your back arch and your head fall back. He looks at you from above, hips still working their pace.

"You're saying you're not", thrust, "enjoying this?"

"No, I just—"

"I spoiled you," thrust, "in such a," thrust, "short," thrust, "time."

He proceeds to thrust a few times faster, then slows down. He fucks you nice and gentle, occasionally letting out a grunt or a hiss. He goes deep, making you roll your eyes.

"Look at me," he pulls your hair more.

You whimper, the pleasant pain spreading over your body.

"Look at your pretty makeup running down your cheeks."

He wasn't lying when he said he is going to ruin you. He turns your body over with ease, and you wonder just how strong this man is. Mr Park lifts your legs on his shoulders, the position giving him more access to all the sweet spots. He slams into them with no mercy, abuses every weak spot you have, and fills your mouth with his fingers to keep you quiet. They don't help much, since you are equally loud even when he tries to make you gag.

"Want me to fill you up like a stuffed toy?"

"Please," you manage to beg.

Your eyes roll back from pleasure, and you are feeling like you're floating. You are so close, and if he cums inside you, you will cum right then. Mr Park is now moaning. His hands are gripping your waist, slamming your weaker body into his hips. Sweat is decorating his exposed body, and his hair is sticking up everywhere. Watching him focus on chasing his high is something you'll always remember with love. He is progressively getting sloppier and louder, and you just can't wait to see him cum.

You are squeezing and milking him so well, he could go all night long with you. He lets out a prolonged moan as he spills into you, hips still working in and out. You follow after, the feeling of warm seed touching the right places.

"Fuck—" you moan, moving your hips and riding out your high.

The man drops on top of you, cock still deep inside.

You notice the windows are foggy, and the smell of sex is more than present in the room. You don't want to move. You want more. It just isn't enough.

"Ah fuck, I could go for a second round." He admits.

"I can handle it."

"But I can't so please go to sleep or go fuck outside."

Shit.

— ꒰ 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗕𝗘𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 ▪︎ KANG YEOSANG [1]

★ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: kang yeosang + fem!reader

★ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: mafia!yeosang, manhandling, dom!sang, petnames, degradation, husband!yeosang + suggestive office!sex... this man will drive you crazy...

★ 𝗮/𝗻: inspiration of the day was misbehava from ziya! she's a underrated artist, i recommend listening to while reading, it's another level. maybe smut in chapter.2

It was not from today that you wanted to spice up your relationship with your husband, Yeosang. It's not that the sex is bad, on the other hand, he makes you feel like no one else, but, on a date with friends, they all commented on how good it was to be handled by their partners that you couldn't get out of your head.

The scene of a Yeosang, treating you degradingly, being rough with you, handling you in the position he wants was quite tempting. You were frustrated because you didn't know how to say that to him. Lucky for you, your best friend Wooyoung knows how to work things out very well.

"My love, you're going to put this lingerie on here, fix your beautiful hair, put on a make-up you know is successful, and put an overcoat over the lingerie. Don't ask me how I know this." he joked, sorting out the suggested pieces for you. You guys had known each other for years so you had a great intimacy, it was like you were blood brothers.

"But…what if he doesn't like it?"

"I'm absolutely sure he's going to love it, you showing up in his office during some phone call or video call and revealing what you intend to do, it can be like winning the lottery." he commented, fixing his hair to look charming.

"Oh alright Woo. What would I be without you?" I commented, smiling sweetly at the boy in front of me.

"I know you love me but it's time to get ready. And be a brat, don't let him win you over with his sweet words." he said before leaving the room and closing the door.

Sangie might even be the leader of a mob, but he treated me like I was the queen of this world. From opening car doors for me, helping me with my dress at important events, to always helping me out when I need help or am in pain. He really is an angel. But what would the dark side of this angel look like?

I bit my lip at the scene that popped into my head, the way he would look at me, making me feel small next to him, the way he would impose orders. The way he's going to tell me to stay in the position he wants...

Okay, before I start having an attack, I need to get ready or he's going to arrive in the room and see everything I intend to do.

I stripped off my clothes and underwear, getting ready to shower first. One weakness I know he loves is fragrant people, he spends hours and hours laying behind me with his nose on my neck, telling me how good it feels to smell me.

When I got out of the shower, I noticed that on top of our bed was a note along with a pair of black pumps, black fishnet tights and a garter belt. The note was from Wooyoung, who told me to wear this if I want my husband to lose control.

Yeosang killed people, exterminated his enemies, he was totally different than he is with me. So what would become of me if I teased him a little?

I put the pantyhose together with the pair of pumps, throwing the black coat over my body and finishing with a strap. On my lips the red lipstick highlighted my feminine features very well, I looked at myself in the mirror one last time before starting to walk to his office.

When I arrived in front of the huge dark oak door, I gave two taps followed by a slow one, so he would know it was me. He whispered something under his breath before giving me permission to enter. Great, he was on the phone.

When I walked in, there he was. My vision blurred with lust. Yeosang was in the leather chair, a cigarette in his fingers while his expression was serious. It seemed to be solving something.

His long black hair was parted, in front of his face, from afar I could see the birthmark that I loved to look at when he was sleeping. As soon as he looked up and stared at me, he stuttered.

"Sir, is everything okay?"

He frowned before averting his eyes and turning his chair so he wouldn't be looking at me. I haven't even opened my coat yet, the weak point was the red lipstick. It's like a code that tonight would be extensive.

"Yes. Continue."

But on the bright side, the glass in his office overlooking the garden was mirrored both inside and out. In short, he was watching me. He brought the cigarette up to his mouth again, before settling back in his chair and spreading his legs. His eyes glazed over me by the window's reflection.

I smiled innocently, before leaning a little closer and opening my coat, revealing my lingerie and tights. I threw the overcoat on an armchair that was there and walked around, fussing with my hair. He turned his chair around again, staring at me as if he expected me to say something.

"I need to hang up, I have a serious matter to attend to." he said before hanging up the phone and throwing it somewhere. "What is the occasion of this?"

I gave a weak laugh, sitting in the armchair as he followed me with his eyes. I smiled sweetly at him as I placed my finger in my mouth, biting slowly.

"Sangie...you know i love you, right?" I started, watching him get up and adjust the sleeves of his black shirt. We all loved that color. It was luxurious, tempting, irresistible.

"Hm...I know my princess. But I'm sure there's something hidden in that sweet little face." he whispered, heading to a small counter that held several drinks.

"I wanted to ask you something but if you don't want to do it, that's fine." I started, I needed to calculate my next steps. He brought the glass of liquor to his lips, nodding for me to continue. "I wanted you to be rough with me today. "

He set the glass back on the counter and crossed his arms. As he didn't say anything I continued. God forgive me.

"I've been thinking about what it would be like to be manhandled by you for a while and it made me very horny and wet." I sighed. He straightened his spine, getting incredibly taller. "And I thought I'd tell you this but..."

A laugh echoed through the room. He ran his hands through his hair before approaching me and placing his hands on either side of the chair, cornering me and making me smaller. His expression clouded with desire, he licked his lips before whispering.

"So my little wife wants to be manhandled? She wants me to make her swallow everything in whatever position I want, is that it?" he said, the smile never leaving his lips. "Answer my love."

"Y-yes..."

"Oh yes, now I see. I always treated you like you were the queen of the world but deep down you want to be treated like a real whore, don't you?" he said, his hand roaming my body making me shiver. "So...I'm going to fuck you and you're going to take it all quietly. I don't want to hear your voice. You understood me?"

"Yes..."

"You're usually pretty communicative, what happened? Hm?" his fingers climbed to the back of my neck, squeezing a little, his gaze filled with desire. "Are you shy baby?"

"I...I thought you wouldn't like it..." I said, my voice calm and my eyes averting his. Kang Yeosang, I'm ready to be yours.

"Perfect. From what I can tell you're already pretty wet, so it'll be easy to get in..." he said. His arms went around my waist, lifting me roughly from the chair, one of his hands went to my hair as he turned me around, leaving me with my face on the upholstery and my ass in the air.

He tugged at my hair, his lips touching my ear managed to have the power to make me even wetter. Fuck, since when is he like this and he never showed me?

“If you're a good little bitch, maybe I won't be so hard on you. But if you disobey me...Well, pay to see." he said, his erection pressed against my pussy made me weak. And right in front of us there is a fucking mirror.

"Sangie..."

"No no sweetie, it's sir to you."

He unbuttoned his shirt, his ripped abs showing. The hand continued to tug at my hair, making me look at his reflection as he ran his other fingers along his happytrail. Damn, what a man.

"You're going to stand still while I take my clothes off, understand? Isn't that what you wanted?" he growled. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This man is driving me crazy!

"Y-yes sir..." damn, I couldn't even speak properly. The lust level was high in my body.

"Hm, how cute. I see you still have manners, don't you my love?" He smiled. His words alternating between sweet and rude. Really, I didn't believe that that angel in human form, all charismatic with me, all cute and always respecting me, would reach this level.

I think we all commit sins, don't we?

"You'll take it all without complaining. And if you move I'll put you back where you belong, got it?"

no words.

hands down one of the best smuts i’ve ever read.

just between friends (s.mg + j.yh) ~ kinktober week one

summary: meeting up with someone from a kink app is definitely safe, but it's also scary and nerve wracking. mingi and yunho offer to help you find out what you like within the safe bounds of your friendship.

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. please read under the cut for a few additional nsfw notes.

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!mingi, fem!reader, established best friends relationship, mmf, praise, degredation, impact play, suggestive language, oral (f receiveing), discussion of choking, consent conversations, color system, mention of rape play but it's not in the fic, risk play / pregnancy risk play, light CNC, rough sex, size kink and use of tiny, bdsm discussion, reference to cuffs and other restraints, yunho and mingi physically restraining reader, edging and overstimulation, teasing, aftercare, lots of oral mingi is basically pussy drunk, yunho discovers he likes spanking a lot, sub!reader exploring fantasies with her besties. please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: mingi x yunho x reader

genre: nothing but smut here

word count: 15.8K

my masterlist || read it on AO3!

additional note: i just want to make something super clear, because i don't want anything misinterpreted. at several points during this fic mingi and yunho express concern over the reader being unsafe. to be clear, they are not and i am not judging her or implying that it's unsafe to meet someone on a kink app / unsafe to meet up with someone for sex in general / any of the sex acts in this fic themselves are unsafe. of course meeting anyone from online has risks in any scenario, but i don't mean to imply that there's anything unsafe inherently about bdsm or 'harder' kinks. yunho and mingi aren't judging either, they're just being nervous best friends who want to make sure reader is safe, and they're low key in love with her anyways so add that all up. thank you for reading, and i hope you enjoy this kick off to kinktober!!

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

“You’re not really going, are you?” Mingi’s worried voice brings you back to reality. You were lost a bit in your own nervous daydream, your stomach in knots as you tried to put on your heels. 

“Mingi,” You sigh, turning back towards him, “I told you, I’ve made up my mind.” 

“This is dangerous.” He pulls himself up off the couch and takes a few steps forwards, his expression serious. 

“It’s not,” You shake your head, even though you know it’s not completely without risk, “people do this all the time.” 

“What people?” He gapes. 

“You and Yunho!” You insist, “Don’t lie to my face and tell me you’ve never hooked up with some girl off Tindr.” 

“That’s different!”

“How?” You toss your purse back down on the bench by the door. You don’t even know why you told him where you were going, you could have just lied and said it was a date. He still would have grilled you about it, but he wouldn’t be throwing this level of a tantrum. 

“Well,” Mingi gestures towards you, as if that’s going to sum it up. 

“Don’t you dare say it’s because I’m a girl, Mingi.” You narrow your eyes. 

“It’s not that,” He shakes his head, “it’s… I just want you to be safe. You don’t know this guy,” 

“The app verifies people,” You tell him, “everyone has to produce a government issued ID. It does background checks. I’m not going to meet some fake person off Twitter, I’m being safe already.” 

“I don’t like it,” He crosses his arms. 

“You don’t like that I’m going or you don’t like what I’m doing,” Your jaw tightens, “because I really didn’t think my best friend was going to judge me.”

His expression softens immediately, “I never would,” he reaches for you, opening his hand for you to take, “there’s not even a little bit of me that’s judging you. All I’m doing is making sure you’ve thought it through. That I’m not going to see your name on the news later.” 

You take his hand and let him pull you into his chest, “You’re being really dramatic about a thing that’s extremely normal,” 

“Getting tied up by strangers isn’t an everyday thing,” He presses. 

“It absolutely is,” You roll your eyes, “I never thought you’d be such a prude.” 

“I am not,” He insists, “but when my best friend tells me she’s off to meet up with ‘some guy’ from ‘some app’ so he can tie her up all night… I’m going to ask questions.” 

“I swear to God,” You sigh into his sweater. 

“Why did you even tell me?” He rubs a hand up and down your back, dropping his chin against the top of your head despite the aching curve it must put in his spine. 

“I’m being safe,” You tell him, “I’m not a complete idiot. I know meeting anyone online has its risks.” 

“You’re really doing this, then?” He squeezes you. 

“Yeah, I really am.” 

“Fuck,” He sighs, unwrapping himself from around you, “fine. But you have to text me when you get there, and send me his address. Tell him you have a big, giant best friend who knows where he lives if he harms a hair on your head.” 

“Over protective, much?” You laugh. 

“Two, two giant best friends!” He corrects, thinking of Yunho, “And we’re not afraid of committing a few felonies for you.” 

“Wow,”

Mingi smiles and shrugs, a little sheepish, “You like how much we love you, I know you do,” 

“Yeah, yeah,” You roll your eyes, playfully now and pat his chest. 

“And… text me after,” He adds, his hand flying up to grasp yours against his chest, “and when you’re on your way home, and when you get home.” 

“Mingi,” You squeeze his fingers, “I promise I’ll let you know I’m safe, but you do not need to stay up worrying. I might stay over, I might not. I’ll see where it goes, okay? If I don’t feel safe with him or if I don’t like him, I’ll leave. I’ll come right back here.” 

“You have your key?” He asks, even though he knows you do. 

“Mhm,” You assure him, “I always do.” 

He’s about to sigh and say goodbye, to watch you walk out the door without any more of a fight, but then you hear a key in the deadbolt of the apartment door. 

“Go,” Mingi sighs, “I won’t say anything until after you leave. Just… please, please be careful.” 

It’s moments like this that remind you why you love him more than any friend you’ve ever had. “Thank you,” You murmur and then as the door opens, you separate from Mingi so you can grab your purse and your coat. 

“Hey!” Yunho says brightly when he sees you, “Damn, you look fancy.” 

“Oh,” You wave him off, “thanks,” 

“Big date?” He closes the door behind him, dropping his gym bag by the door and pulling off his black cap. 

“Uh,” You start to figure out what to say but Mingi jumps in. 

“Big date,” Mingi confirms, “but I already told her to come back here if it’s a bust,” 

“Definitely,” Yunho nods, “I’ll order something extra for you just in case,” 

“You don’t have to,” You shake your head. 

“I want to,” He shrugs, “plus you know I’ll eat it if you don’t come back. It won’t go to waste,” 

“Okay,” You sigh, the tension leaving you now that Mingi hasn’t continued to dig his heels in. You pull your coat around you a little more securely and turn back towards Mingi, “thanks,” 

“Remember to text me,” He adds as you start to shift around Yunho to go for the door, “and if it’s too much, call me and I’ll pick you up. I won’t drink tonight.” 

“Mingi,” Your hand is on the doorknob but you level him with a look. 

“She’s gone on dates before,” Yunho laughs and shakes his head at his friend. 

You’re an inch from leaving, and you twist the handle, but then you hear the little puff of air from between Mingi’s lips, the wordless implication that no, this is not a normal date. 

“Gi,” You hear Yunho’s confused tone, “what is wrong with you?” 

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” 

“Why would she need to get picked up?” Yunho asks, and you know Mingi can never lie to his best friend, not when he’s asked directly. Mingi’s quiet, and Yunho turns to you, “Is everything okay, y/n?” 

“It’s absolutely fine,” You assure him, but you can see the trepidation on his face. 

“Do we know the guy?” Yunho narrows his eyes, “You’re not going out with Wooyoung again, are you? He’s an ass,” 

“He is not an ass,” You groan, rolling your eyes again and turning towards him, “he’s a flirt. But no, I’m not,” 

“Okay…” Yunho looks between the two of you, trying to figure out what in the world would be making Mingi react like this and for you to be so cagey, “I’m confused.” 

“Fuck,” You sigh, running a hand through your hair, “okay, I’ll tell you but do not freak out about this, I just talked Mingi down for like fifteen minutes.” 

“More confused now,” He adds. 

“I’m meeting up with this guy,” You lean back against the door. 

“I got that part,” He nods. 

“I met him off of an app,” You glance at Mingi who’s just staring at Yunho waiting for the penny to drop, “and the app is for people who want to meet up with other like-minded individuals to explore specific things together,” At this point, you deserve a degree in marketing. 

“Specific things?” He’s immediately confused. 

“Kinks, Yunho,” You throw up your hands, “it’s to meet up with the right fit in that… area,” You wish you sounded more sure about the whole thing, but the truth of it is, you’ve never done this before. After the breakup of your last relationship, in which the sex was mediocre at best, you had run through a string of one night stands with varying degrees of success, but nothing was exactly fulfilling this need.

His ears run red instantly, and his eyes widen, “Oh,” 

“I’m already nervous, okay,” You exhale slowly, “I don’t need you two freaking me out about this.” 

“I knew you were nervous,” Mingi smiles. 

“Mingi, shut up, please,” Your stomach stays knotting up, Yunho’s face not helping in the least. 

“Who,” Yunho clears his throat, clearly trying to figure out the right thing to say, “sorry, I guess you don’t have to tell me, but, who is this guy?” 

With a heavy sigh you pull your phone from your pocket and take a few steps towards them, “I guess it’s better if someone knows who I’m meeting anyways, and it might as well be you both.” 

Mingi straightens up, stepping shoulder to shoulder with Yunho and waiting patiently. 

“Alright,” You open his profile and then tuck the phone to your chest, “please don’t say what I think you’re going to say. I’ve been talking to him for a week or so now, and he’s nice. He’s a lawyer, and has his life together I think, and he’s taking me to dinner first anyways.” 

“Come on,” Mingi prompts, but Yunho stays a little quiet, blush still reddening his features. 

“Here,” You drop your phone into Yunho’s large hand and take an immediate step back, not sure where to look. 

“He looks like a real person,” Yunho offers. 

“He’s good looking,” Mingi chews the inside of his lip, begrudgingly admitting it. 

“Right?” You sigh, “He looks pretty nice and normal. He seems safe for the first time I’m doing this,” 

You watch Yunho’s throat as he swallows hard and he flicks down on your date’s profile. You reach for the phone immediately, but Yunho holds it higher and out of your reach so he can finish reading the bottom section of his profile that includes his kink list and a description of his ideal partner. 

“y/n,” Yunho passes your phone to Mingi so he can catch up, “I don’t know about this,” 

“You just said he looked like a real person,” Your mouth drops, “and you’re not my dad.” 

Yunho shakes his head, frustrated, “I can’t make you do anything,” he takes a couple steps away, “I’m just saying I get why he’s worried. I’m worried.” 

“I’m getting really tired of you guys acting like I’m an idiot or something,” You can feel the hot pin pricks of tears behind your eyes and you snap the phone back from Mingi’s hands. “I was trying to tell my friends about something that’s important to me, and be honest, and be safe about it, and you guys are acting like this is…”

“Hey,” Yunho shakes his head, “slow down.” 

“I don’t want to be scared tonight, I want to have fun.” You sweep your fingers under your eyes quickly and take a deep breath, “You’re kind of ruining this.” 

“I told you,” Mingi takes your arms in his hands, holding you steadily in front of him, “I’m not judging you. Neither is Yunho.” 

“Of course I’m not,” Yunho groans, things clicking into place for why you’ve been so defensive, “but if you think I’m not going to be worried about you tonight, you’re crazy,” 

“It’s safe,” You assure him. 

“I’m sure the app is safe,” Yunho sighs heavily, “but if you want someone to do those things to you, to be that submissive, it takes a lot of trust.” 

Mingi’s head snaps to the side to look at Yunho. 

“Wait,” You blink, “you?” 

“No,” Yunho shakes his head, “I’ve never really done any of that, but, you know I’m online, I read stuff.” 

“I know it takes trust,” You nod, “but I’m not sure what my other options are. Wait to get deep into another relationship and then hope he’s willing to try things? I tried that already,” 

Yunho winces at the mention of your ex, “This is that important to you?” 

“Yeah,” He holds your gaze for a moment, indecision all over his face until he exhales. 

“Okay,” Yunho nods, “then you go, you be safe. If a single thing makes you uncomfortable and you want to come home, call us. We’ll be up.” 

“This feels like I’m asking a lot,” You tuck your phone into your pocket, “but it would make me feel a lot better knowing you’re around.” 

“You’re not asking,” Yunho shrugs. 

“Thank you,” You launch yourself at him, hugging him tight around the middle for a second before you start to step away. 

When Mingi finally chimes back in, everything shifts, and you can barely believe the words as they just hang in the room around you. “What if we helped you instead?” 

Yunho reacts first, turning towards Mingi with a confused look, and you step around Yunho’s tall frame to see Mingi’s face, “What?” 

Mingi shrugs, a familiar false bravado in his actions, “What if we helped you. You know us, we’re safe. You could trust us,” 

“That’s insane,” You shake your head.

“Why?” Mingi presses, “We’re friends, it doesn’t have to be weird.” 

“I don’t even know where to start,” You run a hand through your hair, “and it’s actually beyond sweet of you to care so much, but we can’t do that.” 

Mingi opens his mouth to protest, another argument forming on his tongue, but Yunho gets there first. “Why can’t we?” 

“Not you too,” You take a step back. 

“Think about it,” Yunho reasons. “You need someone you can trust. You’ve never done this before, so who’s to say in the middle of things you want out but you can’t talk? Or you’re with someone who’s too rough with you. We could try, and scale things up slowly.” 

“Neither of you have experience with this,” You shake your head, “arguably a partner who knows what they’re doing is safer.” 

“Then we’ll talk about it all,” He counters. You almost forgot how good Yunho is at getting something he wants, “we’ll make sure every single thing we do is something you want, and that we’re comfortable doing for you.” 

“This goes way past the favors friends do for each other,” Your head is spinning at the idea. 

“I really don’t give a fuck,” Yunho shrugs, “but I way prefer this to worrying about you all night.” 

It makes absolutely no sense. You’ve done weeks of research into this, ironing out exactly what you want and how to get it, and nothing about your two best friends should fulfill this fantasy or this need, but with the way they’re looking at you now, the fear that was buried deep in your belly about the unknown is gone. 

“Have the two of you ever,” You gesture between them. 

“Not so far,” Yunho shakes his head. 

“First time for everything, I guess,” Mingi tacks on. 

Hysterical laughter bubbles up and you clap a hand over your lips, “I can’t believe this,” 

“It’s an option is all,” Yunho glances at Mingi. 

“If we feel safer to you,” Mingi says, “for your first time.” 

“I need a minute,” You can’t really think with the two of them looking at you. You grab your purse and head for the door. 

“Wait,” Yunho jumps forward, “fuck, don’t go,” 

“I’ll call you,” You have to get out, and you slip through the door easily, making it down their front steps and onto the street in a quick dash. 

Your phone rings in your pocket, again and again, but you ignore it. You need a second, just a single second to figure out what you want in all of this. You duck under the awning of a restaurant a block from their apartment and open your phone, swiping away the messages and phone calls without reading them. You open up the profile for the man you’re supposed to meet. He does look nice, kind, even. He looks like he would listen, and he’s been on the app long enough that you can’t imagine he’s actually a creep. 

You’re sure that if you meet him you’ll have a great dinner. You’ll have good sex, you’ll try things you’ve been dying to try for a while. You’re sure that he’ll take good care of you. You’re sure. 

It takes about a minute to tap out a message to your date and let him know you’re not coming and another minute for you to make it back to their front door. If you were about to go out on a limb like this, emotionally and physically, you want it to be with them. You’ve done almost everything with the two of them since you were teens, and you’re not about to draw the line now if everyone is comfortable and consenting. 

When you open the door to their apartment, the living room is empty, but you can hear Yunho’s raised voice from the kitchen. 

“We’re not going after her!” He sounds exasperated, like it’s not the first time he’s said it, “She’s going to be fine. She’ll call us if she needs us, I know she will.” 

“But she’s upset,” Mingi counters, “you upset her.” 

“I am not the one who suggested we have a threesome just to keep her from going on a date.” 

“But you agreed!” Mingi groans. 

“I’m not saying it’s not a good idea,” Yunho sighs, “I’m saying we clearly scared her off.” 

They bicker for another moment before you finally shut the door, and the sound of the heavy click of the door shutting and the latch turning over cuts off the sound of their voices. 

“Hey,” You call out into the apartment. 

Mingi rounds the corner first, “Jesus,” he sighs, yanking you up into his arms and folding you into a crushing hug. 

“Once again,” You chuckle, “very dramatic for an extremely normal thing,” 

“I thought we were fighting,” He huffs into your shoulder, “I don’t care about the sex,” 

You snuggle into him a little, your fingers softly carding through the shaggy hair at the nape of his neck. “Not fighting,” you assure him. 

“Are you staying?” Yunho asks from over Mingi’s shoulder and you pop your head up to find his eyes. 

“Yeah,” 

“Are we going to do this?” He asks bluntly. 

“If we talk and we all still agree at the end,” You say, “then yes.” 

“Okay,” He lets out a heavy exhale, and you can see his nervous energy, “maybe we should sit down?” 

“Yeah,” You let Mingi drop you back to your feet and then slide off your heels again to place them by the door, “Though I guess I’m feeling overdressed now,” 

“You want to change?” Yunho gestures towards his room, “I’ve got sweats and stuff,” 

“You don’t mind?” You check.

“Have I ever minded before?” He shakes his head, “Go on, we’ll be here.” 

The idea of changing out of the tightest dress in the world and into something familiar already has things feeling better. They were both wearing casual clothes, and sitting in front of them in a dress and fancy jewelry would make this all feel so much more strange. 

You peel off your dress, opting for a pair of Yunho’s sweats you know you’ll be swimming in and one of his black t-shirts. You tug on a pair of socks and push your hair back into a loose bun, finally feeling a lot more like yourself. You couldn’t do much about your extremely lacy black bra and panties set, but since you were all goign to have sex anyways, you figure it’s fine. 

In the living room, they’re waiting together, on opposite sides of the couch and nervously quiet. 

“Okay,” You flop down in the center, “I guess let’s talk this out and not make it the weirdest experience of our lives?” 

“Good idea,” Mingi nods, and then turns towards you, hitching his legs up onto the couch, one bent at the knees and the other stretched out over your lap. 

Yunho turns towards you too, but keeps his feet planted on the floor. 

“I think,” Yunho chews his lip for a second, “we should see your profile on the app.” 

“Oh,” You’re suddenly nervous - there’s photos of you there that are suggestive to say the least, and a full list of your kinks. You’re not sure why the idea of them reading that is more stressful than actually having sex with them but it feels exposing. 

“The point is to help you, right?” Yunho sees your hesitation, “We can’t do that if you don’t tell us what you want.”

“Good point,” You manage, reaching under Mingi’s thigh to dig into your pocket and find your phone, “just… I guess don’t read too much into it, I was just trying to cover all my bases,” 

“I don’t even know what that means,” Yunho laughs as he takes your phone. 

“Yeah,” 

Mingi squeezes your arm lightly and draws your attention, “Just relax, it’s going to be fun, I’m sure,” 

At Yunho’s sharp exhale of breath you nearly grimace and turn towards him, “What?” 

He clears his throat, “Okay, so let’s talk each of them through? We can make sure we know what you’re looking for and if we’re okay to do that.” 

“God,” You swallow hard, “I need a drink,” 

“Let’s not,” Mingi shakes his head, “not tonight.” 

“No, no,” You rub his leg where it lays across your lap, “I agree, but still.” 

“Yunho,” Mingi says, catching his friend’s eye, “let’s just take it easy. This is fun right? Let’s just talk about them and what’s sexy about them, we don’t have to…”

“It doesn’t have to be clinical,” You sum up for him. 

“Exactly,” Mingi nods. 

That seems to relax Yunho the right amount, and he smiles, shifting onto the couch more comfortably and drawing one knee up onto the cushions so he’s facing you both. “That makes sense,” 

“What’s first?” Mingi prompts. 

You can see the words of your profile perfectly in your mind, something you carefully poured over and selected and you try your best to stay calm. 

“Restraints,” Yunho starts with, “and ‘general’ bondage,” 

“Right,” You know you’re blushing, but the words sound good in his mouth and you know suddenly that this night is probably going to go well. 

“What kind?” He asks, “General seems… general?” 

“Mm,” You nod, “I guess I don’t know yet? I like the idea of cuffs but also I’m not sure if they’d hurt a lot,” You rub your wrist unconsciously, “silks and ropes seem good too, but I’d have to try it,” 

“So it’s not necessarily pain?” Mingi asks, “You like more that you can’t move?” 

“Yeah,” You find comfort in Mingi’s curiosity, opening up a bit more, “I think being stuck, unable to get away, I like that.” 

Yunho hums next to you, “I mean,” he says, a little hesitant, “are we talking about rape play, because I’ll be honest, I don’t know if I could do that to you.” 

“No,” You shake your head, adamant, “definitely not.” 

He looks relieved, and you continue, “it’s more that my partner can do or not do anything to me, and I just have to…” You try to find the right words, “I’d have to accept it, and I wouldn’t know what was coming next,” 

“Oh,” He nods, “okay, I get that.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” He smiles, “You want to be teased,” 

“Yes,” You grin, so pleased at the way he’s hearing you. 

“Do you want to be edged?” Mingi pipes in. 

“That’s in here,” Yunho shakes the phone, looking back down the list, “edging and overstimulation.” 

“Hot,” Mingi comments. 

“I think so,” You shrug, laughing. 

“Right,” Yunho nods, “so someone keeping you pinned while they tease you like that, it’s orgasm denial right? Isn’t it supposed to make coming really intense when you finally do?” 

The way he’s talking so openly all of a sudden has heat rushing through you. The weight of Mingi’s body against yours, Yunho’s gaze, his words, the broad cut of their shoulders, and you nod, “Yeah,” 

“That seems fun,” Yunho quirks an eyebrow. 

“Seriously?” You glance between them. 

“I mean,” Mingi shrugs, nonchalant, “I normally like to see how many times I can make a girl come, but if you want me to just tease you until you can’t think, I could do that,” 

“Mingi!” 

“What?” He looks at you, waiting for a response. 

“I mean,” You shake your head, “I just didn’t know you were interested like that.” 

“In making women come?” He narrows his eyes, “What are you talking about?” 

“I mean,” You shrug, “Youngjae wasn’t very interested. It’s part of why it didn’t work out,” 

“So he’s more of an idiot than I thought,” Mingi says simply, a little self satisfied since he never liked your ex that much to begin with. 

“Yeah,” Yunho jumps back in, “I’m sorry he sucked and you were having bad sex for years, but I’m with Mingi. There’s pretty much nothing hotter than your partner getting off.” 

“Okay,” You chew your lip, “so yes to the edging then? It’s not too much?” 

“Yes for me,” Yunho nudges you with his knee, smiling. 

“Double yes,” Mingi adds. 

“Okay, next,” Yunho taps your phone to light the screen back up, “impact play?” 

“Um,” You nod. 

“Spanking,” Yunho clarifies for Mingi, who looks decidedly confused, before checking with you, “right?” 

“Yeah,” 

“That’s hot,” Mingi offers. 

“I’m starting to think you think everything’s hot,” You smirk at him. 

“Hey,” He nudges you with his leg playfully, “whatever gets you off.” 

“God,” 

“What do you like about it?” Yunho brings the conversation back to being productive, “And have you done it before?” 

“I haven’t,” You shake your head, “not really. Like a little during rough sex but I don’t really count that,” 

“Why?” He asks. 

“I’m interested in something more than that,” Everything’s coming more easily now, with the comfortable way you’re all sharing, and the way they’re meeting you not with judgment but with eager interest.

“Like punishment?” Yunho asks. 

“Yeah,” You nod. 

“What do you picture?” Mingi asks, and you can tell you’ve finally found a kink he’s not sure how to approach. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Like, how are you being spanked? What’s the scenario if it’s not during sex?” Mingi asks, curious. 

“Oh,” You shift a little in your seat, resting your hands on Mingi’s shin, “I guess this one is more of a fantasy. Maybe I should explain what this guy and I discussed?” 

“Sure,” Mingi nods. 

You think back, trying to phrase things correctly, “We discussed him putting me over his knee, and holding me down. He was going to tease me a while, spank me and make me count, and if I messed up he would start over.”

Yunho shifts next to you, and you catch the subtle tenting of his sweats out of the corner of your eye as he readjusts. Mingi licks his lip, “I wouldn’t want to hurt you,” 

“I mean,” You meet his eyes, “a little would be good,” 

“We can try,” He nods, “but I don’t know, I want to be careful with that.” 

“Careful is good,” You start to say, but Yunho cuts you off. 

“I can do that,” Yunho offers, clearing his throat when he hears how hoarse he sounds, “if you’re comfortable with me, I can do that.” 

“Yeah,” You breathe, and the tension in the room is suddenly so thick you could cut it. 

“What else is on the list?” Mingi finally asks. 

“Um,” Yunho tears his eyes from yours to look back down, “just a few more,” 

Internally your stomach clenches. 

“And?” Mingi prompts. 

“There’s exhibitionsim, breath play, and risk play,” He pauses on the last one, something he’s unfamiliar with. 

“Exhibitionsim we’ve got covered,” Mingi jokes, “with all three of us there,” 

“Right,” Yunho hasn’t lifted his eyes from the phone, trying to work out the rest of your list. 

“Breath play is choking, right?” Mingi asks and you turn towards him. 

“Yes,” You confirm. 

“I’ve never done that,” He admits, “is it safe?” 

“It can be,” You nod, “it’s actually more about restricting blood flow than actually restricting air,” 

“How do you do that?” He asks. 

“Um,” You think of the best way to explain, but things fall short, “give me your hand,” 

He offers you his palm immediately, no question, and you shift on the couch to face him head on. Taking his hand you turn it over, slotting it up against your throat, and you watch Mingi swallow nervously. “Okay,” You position his fingers where they should be and press down with yours to show him where, “Feel the way you’re squeezing a little on the sides? Not the front?” 

“Yeah,” He shifts his hand and tightens just a bit. 

You take a thinner inhale and his hand releases, his eyes on yours and nervous. You smile, shaking your head, “You’re not that strong,” 

“I’m just checking,” He rests his hand on the junction between your neck and right shoulder, “you’re a lot smaller than me.” 

“I’m good,” You assure him, “but did you feel the way you left the front of my windpipe alone and just pressed over the soft sides? Where the blood flow is?” 

“Yeah,” He nods, his thumb stroking your neck softly. 

“That’s doing it safely,” You tell him, “it would just make me dizzy, maybe give me a head rush. As long as you don’t go too hard, I wouldn’t want to pass out. But if you press at the front you could hurt my windpipe, and that’s not what we want,” 

He’s listening, but he looks nervous still and he shakes his head, “I can’t do this one,” 

“Okay,” You assure him, resting your hands on his arm, “okay, that’s fine, you don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” 

“I’m sorry,” He says, looking apologetic, “I’m so afraid I’d really hurt you,” 

“Then we won’t do that,” You ease him, “it’s no problem,” 

Mingi’s eyes flick over your shoulder, “Yunho, how about you?” 

When you turn you can tell he was clearly studying the demo you gave Mingi, and he flexes his hand experimentally, “Can you show me too?” 

“Yeah,” You twist on the couch to face him, Mingi’s leg falling away from your lap. 

Yunho offers his hand, and you draw it up to your neck just like you did with Mingi. Settling your fingers over his, you press just the same, “Feel that?” You ask. 

“Mhm,” Yunho drops your phone and uses his free hand to rest on your shoulder to keep you steady, “Like this?” He tightens, more than Mingi did. 

You can’t help the flutter that runs through you, a sudden throb in your core, and your eyes flutter shut, “Yeah, like that,” 

His hand releases and your eyes snap open. His eyes are blown wide, lips parted and skin lightly flushed. He likes it. You can see it. 

“You okay?” You check. 

“Yeah,” He nods, removing his hands from you entirely, “I think I like that, but can we keep it off the table tonight?” 

“Oh,” Your eyes widen, “sure, whatever you want.” 

“I just want to look into it,” He admits, “make sure I do it right.” 

The promise of a second time already has you a little dizzy, “Sure,” 

“I don’t want to hurt you either,” He smiles, catching Mingi’s gaze too, “and Mingi’s right, you’re a lot smaller than us. I don’t want to do something that’s too much for you and not know it,” 

“Okay, I’m good with that,” You smile. 

“So,” Mingi starts to say, and you latch on to his sentence, hoping Yunho is going to let your phone stay locked and the question you saw in his eyes lie.

But your luck isn’t that good. Yunho taps your thigh, “What’s risk play?” 

“Just like,” You keep your eyes off him, “risky scenarios, nothing specific,” 

“That doesn’t tell me anything,” Yunho laughs. 

“I mean,” You shrug, trying to keep it casual, “It’s not really a thing,” 

“It’s in your list, though?” He adds. 

“Yeah,” You tap Mingi’s leg to get him to move off and you stand up, heading for the kitchen for a break in the conversation and a bottle of water. You take the second to breathe as you root through the fridge. Everything else on your list is, in your mind at least, fairly vanilla forms of bdsm. You aren’t trying to get really hurt or put in uncomfortable positions, you mostly just want someone to take over, maybe test those waters for now. Risk play is a little undefined in your mind, but feels deeper,  like a thing you would normally keep to yourself, a deeper fantasy. 

You take a long sip of water, and then walk back out to the main room. 

“I googled it,” Yunho and Mingi are sitting close together now, Mingi looking over his shoulder at his phone as they read through whatever they’ve found. 

“Great,” You sigh, “well, it’s honestly fine, you don’t have to worry about it.” 

“There’s a lot here,” Mingi says. 

“It’s an umbrella term,” You offer. 

“Unprotected sex with random people is more than risky,” Yunho glances up at you, “I mean, people lie. You could get sick,” 

“I’m asking partners to get tested,” You tell him, “I wouldn’t want that,” 

“Where’s the risk then?” He leans his phone on his knee, “is it just the fact that you’re meeting strangers?” 

“No, I mean,” You’re babbling a little as you start to try and divert. 

Mingi’s eyes stay fixed on Yunho’s phone, and he flicks his finger across the screen to scroll further, his eyes studying the words on the web article quickly before he makes a noise, comprehension flooding his face, “Ah! It’s pregnancy risk,” 

Heat floods your cheeks, and you watch as Mingi looks up to you and Yunho’s head snaps to look down at the phone, reading the paragraph on the page over. 

“Well,” You shift, “yeah,” 

“Wait, wait,” Yunho finishes reading and meets your eyes, “are you seriously being that unsafe? I mean… I trust you, but now I’m officially worried.” 

“I’m on birth control,” You immediately clarify, “I’m not actually trying to risk that, absolutely not,” 

“You are right, you’re being safe?” 

It occurs to you that he’s suddenly running through the string of your recent partners and you can see him getting nervous. “I have an IUD,” You explain, “there’s no real chance I’m actually going to get pregnant.” 

“Okay,” He sighs, “fuck, for a second I thought,” 

“I know,” You shake your head, “I’m not doing that, I wouldn’t,” 

“So what does this mean, then?” Mingi nods his head toward the phone, reaching out a hand for you. 

You move back to the couch, taking his hand and letting him pull you into his side, “I guess it means that the thought of it is hot, but I’m not actually doing it,”

“Roleplay,” Yunho adds. 

“Yeah,” You nod, “I don’t know why, I just… it works for me,” 

“I thought you didn’t want kids?” Mingi asks. 

“Exactly,” You nod. 

“Oh,” He thinks for a moment, “oh, I get it.” 

“Do you?” Yunho still seems a little slow on the uptake. 

“Like playing with fire,” Mingi smiles, “you don’t want it, but something about playing with the possibility turns you on.” 

“Yeah,” 

“I definitely get this,” Mingi doubles down, “I’m in,” 

You’re stunned silent, and your eyes flick to Yunho to see where he’s at with this. He worries the inside of his cheek with his teeth and you watch him read back over your profile. “All of this,” he finally says, “all of it is a total loss of control,” 

You nod, waiting for him to say more. 

“You want someone to take what they want from you,” He finally locks eyes with you, “and do what they want to you.” 

“Um,” Your breath quickens, “yes,” 

“Okay,” He says, “then let’s do it.” 

“Just like that?” You swallow tightly. 

“Yeah,” 

“What about you two?” You ask finally, “Do you really want to do this or is this too far? You don’t have to help if it’s too much, not judging me is enough. I can meet up with someone else off the app, I can,” 

Mingi’s hand lands on your thigh, giving you a squeeze, “Don’t do that.” 

“For tonight,” Yunho says, “you can let us be in control, and you can relax. You can trust us.” 

“Okay,” 

“As far as your list,” Yunho clears his throat, “I think choking is out for the night, but everything else we’re good with. We don’t really have any props, any safe way to restrain you…” 

Your chest floods with heat, your body trembling already at the prospect of it, and you can’t stop watching his mouth as he speaks, the words rolling off his tongue so confidently. 

“Would you be comfortable with that?” Yunho’s voice shocks you back when he asks you a question and you realize you missed his words. 

“What?” 

A small smile quirks on Yunho’s lip, “I said, would you be comfortable with me holding you down, in lieu of proper restraints. That’s probably the safest thing,” 

You nod, a little too quickly, and he smiles in earnest now. 

“We’re sure this isn’t going to be weird?” You look between them, “We can call it here,” 

“I’m good,” Yunho confirms. 

“Same here,” Mingi nods. 

They’re both buzzing with anticipation, nervous and full of hesitation, but the good kind. You laugh and smile, “Oh my god, I can’t believe we’re about to have sex,” 

“I can,” Mingi snorts. 

“You were bound to fall in love with one of us at some point,” Yunho diffuses the nerves in an instant, cheeky as ever. 

“I love you both already, you idiots,” You shove Mingi’s arm since he’s closest, but he wraps it around you immediately. 

“I’m more nervous about you seeing me naked now,” You tuck into Mingi’s side. 

“Please,” Yunho rolls his eyes, “you’re so hot it’s ridiculous, I still can’t believe you dated Youngjae for two years. He was definitely punching up,” 

“What he said,” Mingi nods. 

“And we can keep this casual, right? We’ll be okay?” You reach across, grabbing Yunho’s hand. 

“We’ve been friends for ten years,” Yunho says, “and we know everything about each other. Especially now. If it’s too much, we’ll say so, but I wouldn’t risk our friendship.” 

“We can do this,” Mingi nods. 

“Okay,” you breathe, the nerves dissipating a bit, “where do we start?” 

“Well, I need a shower,” Yunho picks up the front of his tank top, his shirt still sweaty from the studio, “so let me do that, and if you guys want to move to the bedroom and I don’t know… get started?” 

Mingi smiles and you slap his chest, “Stop looking so proud of yourself,” 

“I can’t help it,” He shrugs, “this night is turning out way better than I expected.” 

Yunho gets up and then starts back towards the bedrooms, yanking off his tanktop as he does. “Who’s room?” He calls out from over his shoulder. 

“Yours,” Mingi calls to him. 

“Meet you there then,” Yunho calls back, and you hear the bathroom door shut. 

“Okay,” Mingi pats your thigh and jumps up, reaching a hand down to you, “let’s go cutie,” 

You let him pull you up, and you roll your eyes, “You’re loving this,” 

“Mhm,” He tugs you down the hall, “I would be insane not to.” 

In Yunho’s bedroom, Mingi drops your hand. He slides onto Yunho’s bed easily, sitting up against the pillows and the headboard and gestures you over, “Come here,” 

You feel frozen, the reality of the fact that you’re about to have your best friend kissing you, touching you, fucking you. 

“Don’t be nervous,” He reaches out to you again, “let’s just cuddle a little, no pressure yet,” 

“Right,” You make it to the side of the bed, and then Mingi taps his lap. It’s time to let go of any caution. If you were going to let a stranger touch you like this, you could let them. You ease up onto the edge of the bed, throwing a leg over him so that you’re straddling him, and you sit back on his thighs before resting your hands on his chest and waiting for the next move. 

“Okay,” He smiles, “see this is good,” His hands coast up your thighs, his long fingers dipping under the edge of Yunho’s shirt to find more of your skin, he strokes softly, “you feel nice.” 

“So do you,” You shuffle forwards a little, locking yourselves a little closer together. 

His hands run over your body to soothe you, and he finally murmurs, “Can I kiss you?” 

“Mhm,” You can feel the way you’re trembling. 

Mingi draws you down to him slowly, checking every little thing with you down to the placement of his hands. It should be awkward, but it isn’t. His lips finally brush yours, soft and full, tentative at first. His hand on your back slips lower, and you press forwards to kiss him more deeply. 

“Mm,” You sigh, “this is nice,” 

“Mhm,” He catches your mouth again, this time probing your mouth with his tongue, dragging along yours and exhaling warm against you. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, and he sits up a little straighter, drawing your bodies more closely together. As your hips shift forwards, you feel the telltale hardness brushing between your legs and shudder against him, your hips rolling on their own to catch the feeling again. 

His hands lock over your hips, dragging you up and back again, and he releases a tight groan into your mouth, “God,” he sighs, “you feel so good,” 

“I know,” You gasp as he kisses across your cheek, finding your ear and nipping the lobe between his teeth, “I can’t believe it,” 

“Ouch,” He chuckles, kissing down the length of your neck, letting your head drop back into his palm. 

“I didn’t mean,” You start to say, but he drags your hips again and you moan, sharp and broken. 

“Pretty,” Mingi sucks on your pulsepoint. 

You don’t even hear the shower turning off in the background or Yunho entering the room, but you feel it when the bed shifts under you and your eyes flutter back open. 

“Hey,” He watches Mingi continue kissing your neck, and brushes his fingers down your back, “good so far?” 

“Yeah,” You sigh, breathless, “come over here,” 

He crosses to the other side of the bed, redressed in sweats and a white tank top, his hair damp and mussed like he had just rubbed a towel through it. 

“Mingi,” You shudder, pushing him back a little, “easy,” 

“Sorry,” He smiles, dipping forward to kiss you quickly before dropping back to the headboard. When he does, his full erection is painfully obvious beneath the thin fabric of his shorts, and where it presses into your mound despite the fabric separating you skin to skin. 

“Yunho,” You reach for him, “kiss me?” 

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he leans over into your space, brushing his finger along your bottom lip. He’s smiling, easy and warm, and when you press your lips to his you see stars. 

Mingi’s hips jump a little beneath you, his cock brushing up against your clit and you moan softly against Yunho’s mouth. You can feel that they’re both restraining themselves a little, everyone getting more and more comfortable every kiss and touch of your bodies together. 

“Let’s take this off,” Yunho tugs at your shirt. 

“Let’s all do it,” Mingi suggests, and you break from Yunho’s mouth. You’re all gathered close now, close to the center of the bed and all brushing against each other in some way. Yunho and Mingi both reach for the bottom of their tops, and you follow suit. Once your shirt is tossed onto the floor alongside theirs you finally look back up. 

“You look so good,” Mingi groans, his eyes locked on your breasts where the black lace and mesh bra pushes them up and together. 

You’ve seen them both shirtless before, but never in this context, and you’re suddenly aware of the taut planes of their abdomens, their shoulders, defined pecs, muscular arms. Yunho brushes his fingers along your exposed back and smiles, “You’re so turned on right now, aren’t you?” 

You nod, breathless. 

His fingers coast up, dancing over your neck, “Can I take your hair down?”

“Sure,” You murmur, and he moves closer on his knees to gently remove the tie from your hair. 

“Mm,” Mingi reaches for you, his thumb brushing over your clothed nipple, “you are,” 

You gasp softly, your hips shifting, and Yunho drops his hand to your other breast, kneading it in his broad hand before pressing gently over your hardened nipple, “Feel good?” 

“Uh-huh,” You nod, and Yunho drops his lips to your shoulder. 

“Do these match?” Mingi pulls the hem of your sweatpants down, revealing the top of your black panties and sighs pleasantly, “Of fucking course they do,” 

“I was trying to get laid,” You smile. 

“You’re getting laid,” Yunho comments. 

“True,” 

“Mingi, can I take her?” Yunho’s hands spread over your thighs, his lips still shifting over your shoulder. 

“Yeah,” Mingi nods, his mouth hanging open as he watches Yunho touch you. 

Yunho shifts back, and secures you in his hands, lifting you off Mingi’s lap and dragging you closer. “Come right here, baby,” 

The pet name is so unexpected you make a soft noise, letting him move your body how he wants you. In a moment he has you shifted, your body over his lap and a hand between your shoulder blades pressing your front down flat against the mattress. 

“Oh fuck,” You squirm a little but he holds you steady, “Yunho,” 

He rests a wide palm over one ass cheek, unmoving, just resting there with the promise of what was to come. “Before we start,” He murmurs, “please just keep talking to me, tell me what’s good or if it’s too much,” 

“Wait,” You shift, “let me up a second,” 

Yunho’s hands are off you in a moment, and you pull yourself off his lap. “Both of you, come here,” 

Yunho and Mingi shift close, and you nod, “Do you know the color system?” 

“I’ve heard of it,” Mingi notes. 

“Same, but,” Yunho gestures for you to explain. 

“Okay,” You smile, “It’s an easy way to check in during, without having to totally pause things and double check. If you ask me color, I need to answer. Green is good, yellow is slow down, and red is hard stop. If I don’t answer, stop, make sure I’m okay.” 

“Got it,” Yunho nods, “that seems good.” 

“Make sure I’m verbal,” You squeeze both their hands, “and if I need you to stop immediately out of the blue I’ll use a safeword. I’ll say treasure, okay?” 

“Treasure,” Mingi repeats. 

“Are we good?” You check with them both. 

“Mhm,” Yunho reaches for you and smooths his hand down your back, slipping down to cup your ass, “are you good to start?” 

“Yeah,” You murmur, “is here good?” You ease yourself back down over his thighs, resting your cheek on the cool comforter and trying to find a good place for your hands. 

Yunho’s hands settle over you slowly, caressing you, “Yeah,” his voice is deeper, low and almost pitchy and beneath your stomach you feel his cock start to harden again. 

Yunho’s left hand splays out on your back again, pressing down to keep you pinned to the mattress, and with his right he tugs down the back of your sweatpants, cool air from the room making you shiver. 

He palms one cheek, caressing it and kneading it to get used to the feeling of your body under him, “Stay still for me,” he murmurs, and your stomach clenches. You’re pretty sure he has no idea what his words or his tone are doing to you, but you sigh and let your eyes drift shut. 

His hand lifts away, and you hold your breath. His hand comes down sharp, but not too firm, a slight sting and you make a small, pleased noise, but you can feel he’s taking it easy on you. You exhale slowly and he cranes over to see your face, relieved that you still look calm and relaxed. 

“I think you can go harder,” Mingi offers, and when you open your eyes you see him sitting by your head, watching over the scene. 

“Mhm,” Yunho coasts his hand down your ass again, and then tries again. This time he does strike you more firmly, and the sudden sting makes your body jolt, a tight gasp on your lips. 

“Okay?” Yunho massages the spot he struck. 

“Yes,” You nod, “that’s really good,” 

“More?” He asks. 

“Definitely,” You confirm, your back arching a bit to angle your ass up. 

“Alright,” he sighs, “here we go,” 

It’s sweet how careful he’s being, slowly increasing his pace and making sure you’re feeling good, but you can feel he’s nervous, despite his increasing hard on pressing into your belly. Yunho’s hand on your back tenses, and the drop of his hand against your ass this time breaks a sharp moan from your lips, your body jerking, fingers tight in the comforter beneath you. 

“Color?” Yunho asks, his voice a little hesitant as he massages your backside. 

“Green,” You sigh, “so fucking green,” 

Mingi chuckles, “Damn,” 

“One more,” Yunho murmurs, and you wonder if he even knows how much of a natural he is at this. 

The measured spank jolts you forward and you hiss pleasantly, your muscles clenching and fluttering. Mingi’s hand slides over Yunho’s, taking over the spot on your ass and the heat from his hand against your tingling skin has you moaning softly. 

“Can I try?” Mingi squeezes you, “Would that be okay, babe?” 

You smile, eyes opening again to find his face. You’ve always loved the way Mingi gives you pet names, but ‘babe’ in this context makes you feel nothing but overwhelming comfort and fluttering anticipation. “Please, Mingi,” You sigh. 

Yunho holds your hip, and Mingi delivers a punishing spank, harder than Yunho and sharper, and a cry bubbles from your lips, your body curling so you can hide your face in the sheets. 

“Did I hurt you?” He coasts a hand up your spine. 

“God, no,” You sigh, your voice a little strained whine, “I need more,” 

Mingi’s hand brushes through your hair affectionately, and you feel Yunho shift under you before he says, “I’m taking these off you, okay?” His fingers tug at the top of your panties. 

“Yeah,” You nod, “okay,” 

Yunho pulls down, sliding your panties down along with your sweatpants. “y/n,” He sighs, stroking your skin from the back of your exposed thighs to your ass, tracing over your skin, “you have a perfect ass,” 

“Oh, shut up,” You sigh, smiling wide. 

“I can’t,” He teases you, “I don’t lie to you, you know that. Mingi, don’t you agree?” 

Something is shifting in Yunho’s tone, and you feel his cock twitch against you once again. Mingi runs his own hand over your ass and squeezes, almost a pinch, “Completely perfect,” 

“Can I ruin it, baby?” Yunho squeezes hard and you gasp, “Are you ready to start?” 

You nod, almost frantic, “Please, please,” 

“You sound so pretty like that,” Yunho murmurs, “can you count for me?” 

“Mhm,” You nod against the comforter. 

Yunho massages one of your ass cheeks and when you feel his hand leave again, you find yourself holding your breath once more, the anticipation leaving you buzzing. It’s the hardest he’s hit you yet, and you choke out a moan, your hips rolling on their own. 

“One,” You sigh. 

He lifts his hand and drops it again, the same intensity as before and you moan again, jerking out your hand and gripping down hard on Mingi’s thigh where he rests by your head, watching. “Two,” You manage. 

After two more, you’re shaking and Mingi rubs his hand across your back, “You’re doing so good, babe,” 

You don’t expect the way his words will make you feel, but his easy warmth and praise pulls a whimper from your lips and your hips jerk under Yunho’s massaging hand. 

“Did you like that?” Mingi brushes your hair back, “You like to know how well you’re taking your punishment?” 

Your fingers tighten on his thigh and your breath shortens, you can feel your body trembling and in their hands, “Say it again,” You sigh, your knees widening on the bed and effectively propping your hips up more. 

Mingi murmurs above you and you can’t make it out, but Yunho’s hand cracks down perfectly and you gasp out, “Five,” 

“So good,” Mingi drops down a kiss on your shoulder and brushes your back, “you’re so good for us.” 

Yunho massages your cheek again, but you feel him pause and then he sighs, “You’re so wet,” 

He’s still for a minute, and you twist back to look at him over your shoulder, “Am I?” 

“You really like this,” He smiles, his hand sliding between your legs, his fingertips extremely gently coasting up the length of your slit, gathering evidence of your arousal on his fingers before lifting his hands and showing you. His fingers glisten, and as he draws his middle and index fingers apart, a perfect clear string of slick wet stretches between his fingers. 

“Oh fuck,” Mingi breathes lowly. 

“This feels good, then?” Yunho rests his hand on your thigh. 

“So good,” You smile, a little dazed at the buzzing sensation of your skin and the way his fingers just casually swept a line through your folds, “you’re really good at this,” 

“I’ll get better with some practice,” he smiles, “but I feel like I know how you like it now,” 

“With practice?” You smirk at him. 

“Listen,” He laughs, massaging your cheek again and caressing your hip, “anytime you want to let me touch you, I’ll take it.” 

“Noted,” You chuckle. 

“Do you want more?” He asks, his voice a little softer. 

“I want Mingi,” You look up to him, “I want you to touch me,” 

“God,” Mingi groans, “I thought you’d never ask,” 

“Here,” Yunho reaches under you and helps lift you off his lap. Standing, you push your sweats and panties all the way off, pulling your socks off too as you do, and reach behind you to unclasp your bra. 

“Somebody better get naked with me,” You unhook and let the straps fall off your shoulders. 

“I got you,” Mingi stands, dropping his shorts and boxers in one smooth motion. 

“Oh,” You breathe, catching sight of his erection. He’s so much bigger than anyone you’ve ever slept with, thick and lengthy, and you had an inkling that might be true but seeing him now sends a throb straight to your core. 

Yunho smirks at your reaction, clearly not surprised by Mingi’s size, so you assume they’ve seen each other naked before. He tugs off his sweatpants, smiling at the wet spot on his thigh from where your core was pressing down on him during the spanking. When you see Yunho, you’re equally as surprised. If you were measuring, you think Mingi might be a little bigger, but you’d be splitting hairs. Between the two of them, you’ve never felt smaller. 

“What?” Yunho smiles, aware of your reaction to both of them. 

“You’re both…” You swallow tightly, gesturing towards them. 

“I think she’s impressed,” Mingi grins. 

“Oh my god,” You roll your eyes, “I mean, yes, but also please take it easy with me later. You’re a lot more than I’m used to,” 

“I think that’s a compliment,” Yunho quirks an eyebrow. 

“Are you going to join us?” Mingi asks, nodding towards your bra that you still are cupping to your chest. 

“Oh,” You nod, laughing, “yeah, well here goes nothing,” 

You cast the bra aside, watching it hit the floor, and then look back up to both of your best friends. Mingi sits on the edge of the bed, eyes studying your body, and he bites his lip, “Come here,” 

Yunho takes a seat next to him, and you shiver as you stand in front of them, finally fully naked and feeling more exposed than ever. Yunho brushes the back of his knuckles up your stomach, dragging his thumb along the curvature of your breast, “You’re so beautiful,” 

Mingi shifts forward, holding the small of your back in one wide palm and drawing you forward another step until your knees bump the edge of the bed in the few inches of space between them. “We’re so lucky,” Mingi breathes, dipping forwards and placing tender kisses along your chest, slipping down your breastbone. 

“Mm,” Yunho rubs a hand up your thigh, keeping his eyes on you, “I can’t believe we almost let you fuck someone else,” 

Your stomach tightens, breath short on your lips. 

“Can’t believe we’ve never done this before,” Mingi nuzzles your skin, and then nips his way across your breast to latch his mouth on one of your pebbled nipples. 

“Oh fuck me,” You breathe, holding onto his shoulder for support. 

“We plan to, baby,” Yunho’s hand shifts to your hip to hold you, before dipping forward alongside Mingi and taking your other nipple into his mouth. 

You moan, melting into their touch, savoring the way their tongues seem to sync up with steady flicks and sucks. Yunho leans on Mingi to get closer to you, and reaches around to keep massaging where he spanked you, soothing some of the lingering soreness here. 

“Please,” Your hand threads into Yunho’s hair, holding him to your chest, and he hums a little laugh, exhaling warm air across your skin. 

Mingi’s mouth disconnects from your nipple and you whine softly, but shiver as he continues kissing down your body, trading little licks and bites all the way down your stomach until he slips off the edge of the bed, dropping between your legs and tugging your body down to meet his mouth. 

“Oh!” You jerk when Mingi’s tongue first connects with your clit, and Yunho disconnects from your breast to look down and watch, growing harder still at the sight of you rocking your hips on Mingi’s face.

“Perfect,” Yunho cups your cheek, “is Mingi making you feel good, baby?” 

Nothing but a whine leaves you and Mingi’s broad hands pull you down further so he can devour you, the sound of him working your sopping core nothing but a mix of lewd wet sounds and his pleasant little moans. 

“I got you,” Yunho catches you as you start to fall forwards, pleasure spiking up your body. He reaches around you again, palming your ass and dipping his head again to catch your nipple between his teeth and you pant out a moan. 

You don’t expect him to spank you again, but when his palm comes down fast and sharp against your cheek again, you could swear your legs stop working. The sound that leaves you is desperate and keening, and you grip onto any part of Yunho that you can. 

“You want to come?” Yunho slaps you again and your nails dig into his shoulder. 

“Yes, yes,” You rock your hips again, Mingi’s nose bumping your clit perfectly as he shifts against you. 

“You want to come all over Mingi’s face?” Yunho drags you up so he can murmur in your ear. 

“Oh, fuck,” You drop a hand to Mingi, lacing  your fingers into his sandy hair. 

Yunho spanks you again, harsh and punishing and you jerk against Mingi’s tongue, sparking hot pleasure through your core. “Listen to you begging,” He kisses your cheek, breathing hot in your ear. 

Your belly fills with thick knots, pressure dropping inside you, “Fuck, fuck,” You can’t help yourself now, your hips rolling against Mingi’s tongue as he sucks your clit, “I’m so close,” 

Yunho drops one more spank, and you fall further onto his chest, groaning and your legs starting to tremble. “My baby wants to come?” 

Your words fall incoherent, and you’re gasping, sure that you’re close, reaching for the edge of your orgasm, and then it all fades. Mingi disconnects his mouth, sliding out from under you, and Yunho gathers you into his arms to keep you from dropping. 

“What are you doing,” Your brain spins. 

“Edging you,” Yunho chuckles against your hair, “don’t you remember?” 

“Here,” Mingi’s hands coast up your waist, “lay her down for me,” 

Yunho lifts you, sliding you into the center of the bed, “Here?” 

“Perfect,” Mingi drops down to lay between your legs immediately, spreading them wide and hooking your legs over his shoulders before he lazily starts sucking on the flesh of your inner thighs. 

“Mingi,” Your hips buckle, “touch me again,” 

“Mm,” He shakes his head, licking some of your wet arousal off your inner thighs, “not yet,” 

Yunho cuddles up above you, drawing your arms up away from your sides and coasting his hands up and down them, “How do you feel?” 

“Perfect,” You sigh. 

“I’m going to keep you right here, okay?” You almost forgot this was part of the arrangement, but when Yunho drops his weight over your arms that are canted by your head, you gasp, “I’ll make sure Mingi can give you everything you need.” 

He nuzzles the side of your face, kissing along your neck and collarbones, and letting more of his weight drop on your arms. “How’s this? I’m not hurting you, am I?” 

“No,” You assure him, the pleasant weight of him heavy but not unbearable. 

You’re watching Yunho’s face when you feel Mingi press a close lipped kiss to the top of your mound, just above your swollen clit, and you gasp, pulling slightly against Yunho’s arms as you twist to look down between your legs. Mingi is looking up at you with an easy sated gaze, his chin wet and his hair an absolute haystack, blush across his cheeks. 

“Fuck, you’re hot,” You exhale, almost to yourself, and Yunho chuckles in your ear. 

“Should I touch you again?” Mingi strokes the edge of your slit with the tip of his finger and you jerk. 

“Jesus,” Your hips roll, seeking more of his touch, “please, come on, please,” 

“I have never heard you sound like that,” Yunho kisses your neck again, focusing his efforts on keeping you blushy from his gentle touches alone. 

Mingi sinks a finger into you, pressing deep until his knuckles are flush with your opening and you shudder, moaning tight and trying to work your hips. 

“Mingi,” Yunho interrupts just as Mingi starts to pump his hand, “hold her open, use your mouth again,” 

He doesn’t need to be told twice, and before you know it Mingi has you tipped back and open wide, his hands on the backs of your thighs folding you open and anchoring you down to the bed. He shuffles up to his knees, and dives forwards like you’re a meal. 

The feeling of his tongue flicking along either side of your clit has you jerking in their grasp, struggling against their weight but making not an inch of difference. 

Yunho brushes the hair back from your sweat slick forehead and nuzzles your cheek with his nose, his voice dropping low, “Where are you trying to go, baby?” 

All you can manage is a strained whine, Mingi delivering a pointed suck to your nub. 

“We’ll give you what you need,” Yunho pushes your head to the side with a push of his face against yours and starts to kiss down your jaw again, “you’ll be so ruined for anyone else,” 

“Oh, fuck,” You shudder under their hands. 

“You think you can take us, y/n?” You never knew Yunho could be quite like this. 

“Yes, yes,” You clamp your eyes shut, focusing solely on the feeling of them pinning you, and Mingi’s mouth taking you apart. 

Yunho’s arm shifts, and his hand spreads wide over your stomach, but still effectively pinning your arm down with his shoulder and elbow. “I haven’t even touched you yet,” He sucks on your throat. 

“Yunho!” Your body locks but you can’t curl into yourself, you’re just stuck under their heavy weight. 

“That’s right,” He pets your skin, “say my name if you want me to make you come, baby,” 

“Ah!” Your head twists back, your hands grasping for anything but finding nothing but air, and Mingi pushes the hot length of his tongue inside you, “Mingi, baby, fuck, fuck,” 

Yunho groans, “Beg him,” 

“Mingi, please,” You pant, your body vibrating with pleasure and so close to snapping, “please let me come,” 

“Are you coming baby?” Yunho presses down your stomach with his hand, long fingers resting just above your mound. 

“I’m,” You’re quivering, “I’m, yes, I’m,”

“Stop,” Yunho says and Mingi’s mouth lifts away from you once more. 

Hot tears bubble up in your eyes, your hips rocking on their own trying to feel anything. You cry out, desperately aching, throbbing and sore, needing release so badly now that you could scream. 

Mingi’s hands release your legs and he crawls above you a bit, “Color, babe?” 

You swallow, trying to come back into your body. 

“Hey,” Yunho nudges you slightly, “Can you say a color for us or should we stop?” 

You sigh heavily, “Green,” 

“Good,” Mingi cups your breast while he watches you recovering, fingers idly toying with your nipple. 

You shudder under his hands, “I can’t,”

“Can’t what?” Yunho can’t seem to stop kissing you, addicted to his lips and tongue on your skin, “can’t come?” 

“I can’t take any more,” You shake your head. 

“Are you sure?” He murmurs, and his fingers slip over the curve of your cunt and land tightly on either side of your clit. 

You shake your head, frantic, “No, no,” 

“No?” He loosens his touch, but doesn’t stop exploring you, running his finger up and down your sensitive bud, “You feel like you need it to me,” 

“I don’t, I’m,” You mutter, not even sure where you’re going with your sentence, distracted fully by the feeling of his warm finger dipping in and out of your wetness. 

“Mingi,” Yunho murmurs, looking up to his friend, “can you help me hold her open?” 

“Uh-huh,” He hikes your legs back again, folding you and opening you, presenting your glistening folds to both of them. 

“It’s time to come,” Yunho says, husky in your ear, “you’ve been so good and so patient,” 

You jerk under him, his fingers pushing harder suddenly and picking up the pace. If they weren’t holding you, you’re sure you’d be twisted up into a ball, fighting the overstimulated feeling of his hot fingers working you so quickly. 

“Ah,” You arch futility, “Yunho, Yunho,” 

“I can’t hear you,” He kisses your mouth hard, before delivering a quick slap to your clit. It’s nothing like spanking, much more like a pointed pat, but given how close you’ve been all night and how raw you feel, you cry out with a sob. 

“Yunho!” You choke, just a little louder. 

“That’s right,” He croons, moving his fingers more quickly now. 

You nearly scream when Mingi gets back involved, slipping two fingers deeply inside you and working them in and out of you to match Yunho’s fast pace. 

You’re raw, the bubble that’s been threatening to burst all night building in intensity, blood rushes in your ears, and you can feel them touching you, holding you down and open, begging you to come, and then you do. Your orgasm hits hard, locking every part of you up, and leaving your legs shaking underneath their hands.

“Oh fuck,” Mingi kisses your hip as he watches you come, “just like that, yes, babe,” 

You might black out, that’s the sudden thought that overtakes your brain as you crack open, “Stop, stop, god, please,” 

Yunho lifts his fingers, pushes Mingi’s hand out of your heat, and shifts up off your arms to take the pressure off you. Mingi drops your legs, and everything is hazy, but you feel them shifting, moving to lay on either side of you and stroke your slick skin. 

“You okay in there?” Yunho chuckles, kissing your hair. 

You manage a nod, but let your eyes stay closed, your body feeling incredibly soft and disconnected, your heart that was pounding a moment ago slowing to a flutter. 

Mingi huffs a laugh and lays his hand across your stomach, “She’s still shaking,” 

“Mhm,” Yunho murmurs. 

“I’m guessing it was good,” Mingi kisses your shoulder. 

When you don’t respond you can hear them chuckling together and Yunho sidles closer, “Just relax,” he kisses your hair again, “rest a second,” 

In a warm haze, you drift. 

“I thought this might be weirder than it is,” Yunho says, and it’s the first thing you hear as your brain starts to reconnect. You’re still caught in a fog, like you’re underwater after a particularly hard nap, but sensation starts to return. Their voices, the shift of the bed, the sound of the fan. 

“With me, you mean?” Mingi asks. 

“All of it,” Yunho says, his voice still low and quiet, “but yeah, with you.” 

“I don’t know,” Mingi says and you can almost see him shrugging, “I’ve seen your dick before, it’s not that weird.”

Yunho laughs a little and you realize they’re not touching you, but their voices are close, “I guess that’s true,” he says, “but you’ve got to admit, this is a little more than that.” 

“Yeah,” 

“Not bad though,” Yunho adds. 

“It’s kind of hot,” Mingi admits. 

“Mm,” He softly agrees. 

“The way you talked to her,” Mingi clears his throat lightly, “that was something else,” 

“She seemed into it,” Yunho murmurs, “and I don’t know, it was hotter watching you take care of her than I expected,” 

Mingi laughs softly and you feel the mattress shift, “God,” he sighs, “I always thought she was beautiful, but, damn,” 

“I know,” You feel Yunho’s gentle touch stroking up your spine. 

Mingi shifts again and you hear him groan softly, “Fuck, the minute she touches me, I’m not going to last,” 

“Same,” Yunho sighs, “I’m dying over here,” 

Your body is starting to wake up, stiff in your current position on your side, and you stretch an arm up, a light sigh on your lips. 

“Hey,” Yunho murmurs, stretching on his side to come close, and you feel his warmth radiating against your back, the weight of his cock dropping on your thigh. 

You sigh, murmuring something, stretching and trying to make it up to the surface. Mingi snuggles closer to your front, his fingertips tracing down your cheek, “Babe,” he murmurs low, “it’s time to get up,” 

“Hmm?” You stretch again, your hand connecting with Mingi’s chest, and you suddenly feel how close you are to both of them. 

Yunho’s hand on your hip slips lower, cupping your belly as he rocks his hips, dragging the hot length of his cock over your ass, “We need you, baby,” 

Mingi palms your breast, rolling your nipple and you stutter out a soft moan as your eyes start to open. “Fuck,” Mingi breathes, tweaking your nipple again to elicit the same sound. 

When your brain finally surfaces, everything becomes clear and actualized, and you realize your best friend is kissing you, his hot tongue in your mouth and his hands running across your body, and your other best friend is pressed flush against your naked back, just barely thrusting to drag his cock over your skin. 

Panic lances through you and you pull back, straight into Yunho’s chest. 

“Babe?” Mingi’s brow furrows. 

“Oh my god,” You reach back and feel Yunho’s naked body behind you, “not a dream,” 

Mingi laughs silently, dropping his head down to the comforter as if what you’ve said is the funniest joke he’s ever heard. 

“I must be insane,” You breathe, dropping onto your stomach and hiding your face in the sheets, letting the curtain of your hair hide you, “I can’t believe I asked you to do those things to me,” 

“Why?” Mingi asks, sobering. 

“I wasn’t thinking straight,” You groan into the mattress. 

Yunho kisses your shoulder and you tense, but his hands massage down your back and try to ease your tension, “You’re allowed to want to experiment, you know,” he kisses your skin again, “and you’re allowed to want us too, don’t be embarrassed now,” 

“You were amazing,” Mingi murmurs, “so sexy, and so perfect, don’t be shy,” 

With a shaky sigh you ease out of your hiding place, letting them draw you up to turn over again on your back, “I’m just having a moment of post orgasm clarity, I think,”

“Are you realizing that we just gave you the best orgasm of your life, or?” Mingi teases, running his fingers along your chest. 

“Mingi,” You elbow him, but not too hard, and he grins at you. 

“Was it what you wanted?” Yunho asks, cupping your face and bringing your gaze to his. 

You nod against his palm, “I knew it would feel good, but that,” 

“So you liked it?” Mingi smiles. 

“A lot,” You squeeze his hand. 

Yunho bites his lip, eyes flicking over you, “You know,” he murmurs, “there’s still more on your list.” 

You twitch under him, “Yeah,” 

“I just think,” Yunho shifts up, widening your legs and easing himself down on top of you, hovering there, “you need to come some more,” 

“She does,” Mingi nods and pushes your hair back from your forehead, “coming one time isn’t very overstimulated, is it babe?” 

“Oh,” You look between them. 

“But,” Yunho murmurs, his voice dropping lower again, “I need something too,” 

“Tell me,” Your eyes lock on his as he lowers down further, holding your gaze as he shifts his hips down, and you feel his hard cock settle between your legs, notching between your folds, “do you want us to fuck you? Or just help you come?” 

You open your mouth to answer, but he rocks his hips, dragging his cock along your wet center and still aching clit, and you moan, breathy and tight. 

“You don’t know?” Yunho rocks again, “because I think you want me inside you.” 

“Fuck, Yunho,” You grip onto him, “yes, yes,” 

“You might be too tiny for me,” He pauses, looking down at where your bodies are connected, “I don’t know if you can take me,” 

“I think she should try,” Mingi jumps back in, reaching between you to softly brush his fingertips over your nipples. 

“I want it,” You nod, “please, I want you both,” 

“Eager,” Mingi nips your shoulder with his teeth. 

“Don’t make me wait,” You roll your hips and grind yourself up, moaning at the contact. 

“Stay right here for me,” Yunho dips to kiss you once, hard, and then rolls away and gets off the bed, digging through his nightstand. 

“What are you doing?” You push up on your elbows. 

“Looking for,” He trails off, still searching until he finds a clear bottle, “this,” 

“Oh,” 

“Let’s just make this part as easy as we can,” Yunho kneels on the bed, shuffling back towards you and pops open the cap. He spreads a moderate amount of lubricant over his shaft, sighing as his hand works over his red and tender cock. 

You turn towards Mingi as Yunho starts to move back over you, “Come up here,” 

He follows your hand movement, and settles on his knees by your head, hissing when your hand closes around his stiff cock. “Babe,” He groans, “fuck,” 

“I want you too,” You tell him, “but you deserve some attention now,” 

“Baby,” Yunho murmurs as he settles, “open up,” 

You spread your legs wider, angling up for him and he leans in to give you a warm kiss before holding you steady and dipping low. He presses inside you painfully slowly, cognizant of his size and your earlier apprehension. The feeling of him is all encompassing, striking a spike of pleasure up your body. 

“How’s that feel?” He murmurs, pressing further but not yet flush with your hips. 

“Really fucking good,” You sigh, your hand still lazily working Mingi as you adjust to the sensation. 

“You’re so tight,” He groans, trying to keep himself in check from just losing himself and thrusting into you fully. 

His movements turn into slow rocking thrusts, each shift getting him deeper and deeper inside you, but he pauses. You’re already getting back to breathless, but you look up, “What’s wrong?” 

“Can you shift up?” He reaches under you and cups your ass, drawing your body in the direction he needs. 

You push up with your core, trying to meet him, “Like that?” 

He thrusts again, experimental and controlled, and nods, his eyes slipping closed for a moment. He resumes his pace, but he’s stretching you wide and his cock starts to almost uncomfortably bump the wrong spots inside you. 

“Yunho, stop,” Your hand finds his hip and he stutters to a stop. 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah,” Your hand leaves Mingi’s cock as you try to shift under Yunho but you shake your head, “can we try a different position?” 

“Am I hurting you?” He pulls out completely, rocking back on his knees and reaching for your hands. 

“No,” You assure him, “it just doesn’t feel right,” 

“Try you on top,” Mingi suggests, taking your hand and letting you use him as an anchor to pull yourself up, “trust me.” 

Yunho smirks and drops down onto his back, “No complaints here,” 

You pinch his side and move to straddle him, “You just want me doing all the work,” 

“Oh no,” Yunho grins, “I just want to see you better,” 

A nervous thrill flutters up your body and you start to lift yourself up, bracing with both hands on his chest as you line his cockhead up with your entrance and start to descend. Your body accepts him easily now that you’re not twisted up in a tight position, and you sink down fully until you're pressed flush together. 

Yunho’s mouth drops open, his hands tightening on your thighs and he groans, “Fuck, don’t move,” 

“That good?” You tease him lightly. 

“If you move I’ll come,” He sighs, “hold on,” 

His eyes are locked closed and you love the look on his face, desperately concentrating, so you decide to test the waters. With a small shift, you lift up just a bit and sink back down, watching as Yunho grits his teeth and shakes his head. “Yeah?” You tease him, moving upwards again. 

Mingi catches you in his arms and you make a small noise of surprise, you had almost forgotten he was right next to you both, only now he’s holding you completely still. Yunho’s eyes open, watching as Mingi slides behind you, his hands locked on your hips. 

He straddles Yunho’s thighs, sitting up high so that your back is flush with his chest, his own hard erection trapped between his abdomen and your ass. He reaches down, pulling your hands up off Yunho’s chest so that you can sit up tall with him, and he closes your arms tight to your chest, wrapping his arms around you so that you’re fully controlled, unable to move out of his grip or shift higher or lower on Yunho’s cock. 

“Don’t tease him,” Mingi kisses your temple, “none of us want this to be over too quickly,” 

You’re struck by how true it is. You have no idea how much time has passed since you walked back in the door of their apartment, but you don’t care. You don’t want to move, you just want them. 

“Hold her,” Yunho says, “okay?” 

“I’ve got her,” Mingi squeezes your arms and drops a kiss on the top of your head, “she’s not going anywhere.” 

“Fuck,” You sigh, “please, move, I’m begging you,” 

Yunho’s hands slide from your thighs up to your hips, and you feel him shifting beneath you. He thrusts up, hard and steady, and a shaky whine rips from your lips. The feeling you were chasing lighting up your spine, and you jerk in Mingi’s grasp but he keeps you still. 

“You’re going to come on my cock,” Yunho thrusts again, setting his pace, “and then Mingi’s going to use you too, tiny,” 

“Please,” Your head drops back on Mingi’s chest and you sigh, feeling pulled apart in every direction. 

“Mingi,” Yunho groans, “tell her what we’re going to do,” 

“You want to know, babe?” He slides his arms to fit you against him more snuggly, one hand dropping over your belly. 

“Mm,” You moan, struggling to speak, nothing in your mind but the steady drum beat of Yunho’s cock opening you wide.

“You’re gonna sit right here and take it,” Mingi drops his head to kiss your shoulder, tracing up towards your neck, “no matter what you say,” 

“Mingi!” You shudder in his hold. 

Your eyes fly wide when you suddenly feel Yunho’s fingers dipping between you, his thumb finding your clit and massaging quick circles as he pants and keeps up his pace. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Yunho groans again as your muscles clamp down on him, “I want to feel you come,” 

“Baby,” You whine, your head lolling onto Mingi’s forearm where it wraps around your front, biting down on him softly. 

“Shit,” He stammers out, his hand tight on your upper arm, and he bucks his hips up to drag his cock over your ass, desperate for some friction of his own. 

Everything inside you starts to draw tight, a cord being stretched between them, taut like a wire and your body starts to tremble. 

“I’m close,” You hear Yunho groan. 

Your brain starts firing, and you jerk in Mingi’s arms but he holds you down. Yunho moans and rubs you faster, and from the way he’s panting beneath you, you know he’s a second away. 

“Take his come,” Mingi says with his lips to your ear, “be good,” His hand over your abdomen presses down, and between that and his words, you feel your walls start to spasm. 

Yunho’s fingers on your clit falter, and he pumps his hips twice more before groaning, locking his hips up inside you as he spills his release, his head rocking back against the pillows as he rides it out, his body grinding up into yours for just a little bit more. 

“No- ah!” You’re about to say more but Mingi takes over, working your clit hard and fast until your orgasm crashes into you - the hot feeling of Yunho’s come inside you, Mingi’s words, the feeling of being caught between them. You’re a mess, jerking your hips into Mingi’s hand and Yunho hisses, pulling out of you fast and collapsing down beneath the two of you as Mingi brings you through the haze of your orgasm. 

You spasm and jerk, muttering and moaning, Yunho’s release dripping out of your abused core. 

“I need you,” Mingi finally snaps, capturing your mouth as best he can before he shuffles back off Yunho and drags you along with him. 

You make a stunned noise, dizzy as Mingi forces you down onto your stomach, flattening you out and pushing your legs open. 

“Oh!” You twist in the sheets, looking back for him and catching Yunho’s gaze. 

“Shh, shh,” Mingi reaches across for the bottle of lube and you hear the cap open and then snap shut. 

He presses into you quickly, thrusting down with one smooth motion and the combination of being worked open by Yunho, and the mix of lubricant and slick fluids inside you make it easy. 

He lays himself down over you, his lips peppering over your shoulders as he starts to thrust, and he finds your hands again to pin your wrists down flat to the mattress. “My turn,” He sighs. 

“Mingi,” You stammer, moaning out a plea, but for what you don’t know. 

“I’m right here,” His kisses are fast and wet, desperate across your back, frantic across the side of your face he can get to, “I’m right here, can’t you feel it?” 

You can’t manage anything but a stifled moan. 

He’s shaking above you, and he collapses down more, his weight bearing down into you in the most perfect way - you feel everything now, every huff of breath, every shift of his hips, and you can hear yourself begging him. 

He leans his head hard against yours and moans, “My perfect, tight, little pussy,” 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” His words make you scramble, your body tensing beneath him. 

“I’m gonna fill you up,” He kisses you hard, his hand sinking into your hair now to hold your head steady, “I know you want it,” 

“Please,” You shudder under him, “don’t.” The promise of it gets you closer, faster, the build up inside you undeniable now. 

He locks his hips down, the word on your lips making him pause his chest heaving against your back and sweat dripping across his brow. 

You can’t see him, but Yunho’s voice cuts through crystal clear, “Color, baby?” 

“Green!” You push your hips back into Mingi’s, begging him to keep going. 

He picks up his pace again and shifts forwards above you just a little, the angle change puts his cockhead in the perfect position to press again and again into your g-spot and you curl under him, a wet moaning mess of yourself. 

“Don’t what?” He dips back into the scene, “don’t give you what you need?” 

“M-Mingi,” You stammer, and his left hand that is closed over your forearm slides up to enclose your hand, twining your fingers together, “you can’t,” 

“Mmhm,” He nips at your skin, kisses you hard, finds your shoulder again and bites down, frantic and anamalistic in how much need he’s pouring into you, “I’ll fuck you full,” He promises, “I know what you need.” 

The orgasm that hits you now is fully unexpected, no telltale pressure or warm fluttering, just a sudden clap of pleasure and he holds you through it, adjusting his position to fuck you faster and prolong it, dropping his mouth so close to your ear you can feel his breath and the ghost of his lips on your skin. He makes you a pretty promise, “Take my baby, beautiful, for me, do it for me,” 

Everything falls apart.

Mingi moans against your hair, pressing deep inside you as he comes, shaking and murmuring softly. When the whiteout of your brain finally starts to fade, Mingi is still clinging onto you, but he’s pulled out and dropped off onto his side. He has you gathered close, spooning you against his chest with his arms wrapped around you like you might fade away. 

As you blink your eyes open, Yunho smiles warmly and slides closer, finding your lips so he can kiss you tenderly, soft and sweet now. 

“How are you feeling?” He nuzzles you gently, shifting even closer and pinning Mingi’s arms between you. 

“I don’t even know,” You sigh, “perfect, maybe?” 

“I know what you mean,” He kisses you again, stroking your cheek. 

Mingi pulls his arm free and reaches further, slipping around Yunho now so he can tug him forwards and sandwich you all together fully, body to body and legs tangled up below you. Yunho, ever the cuddler, wraps his arm around Mingi too. 

“Is it weird to say that this feels really right?” You murmur, letting your lips rest on Yunho’s chest. 

“No,” Mingi answers first, “it does,” 

“Is that crazy?” You ask softly. 

“It probably should be,” Yunho drops a kiss on your hair, “but it’s not.” Yunho shifts a little, enough so that he can look down and see your face, brushing his fingers through your hair, “Is it stupid to say it feels like we were always supposed to end up here?” 

“No,” You shake your head, “it’s not.”

“I’ve never been this close with anyone,” Mingi murmurs, “never in my whole life.” 

“Me either,” Yunho looks up at him. 

“Yeah,” You nod in agreement, leaning back into Mingi a bit, “I’m so glad I stayed.” 

Mingi nuzzles into you, “We can keep trying things,” he says, “if you liked it, we can keep going.” 

“Did you?” You ask them, finding Yunho’s hand so you can interlock your fingers and kissing Mingi’s arm where it wraps over you. 

“More than I thought,” Yunho confesses, “a lot more.” 

“Me too,” Mingi offers. 

You relax completely at that, the warm knowledge that it wasn’t just for you or for show, they wanted you the way you wanted them. “Let’s not stop then, we can keep it casual,” 

“Mhm,” Mingi kisses you again, “just sex between very hot best friends.” 

“Exactly,” You chuckle. 

Yunho sighs heavily and smiles, “I’ll be honest,” he says, “I love that I won’t have to worry about you meeting up with some guy,” 

“I might some day,” You nudge him. 

“Right,” He nods, “but at least then you’ll know what you want and what your limits are.” 

“I don’t want to share,” Mingi interrupts, scooping you up closer, “you know how I am, I can be very possessive.” 

“Mhm,” You laugh, “but you’ll share me with Yunho?” 

“That’s different,” He says, his voice almost a bit of a pout in it. 

“Well don’t worry,” You murmur, “I’m not looking to hook up with anyone else right now, not anymore.”

“Good,” Yunho cups your cheek, fingers sinking into your hair, “I don’t really like to share either, I was just putting on a brave face.” 

You slap his chest softly and roll your eyes, “Sure, sure,” 

Yunho dips forward to kiss you again, tongue along your bottom lip, then coasting against yours, full of tender affection and comforting familiarity. When he breaks the kiss he smiles, “I’m going to go get us something to eat, I’m starving.” 

“Same,” Mingi groans. 

“Okay,” You murmur, watching as he rolls away, throwing on his boxers and stretching long and lean, throwing you a smile before padding out of the room. 

Mingi lets you turn in his arms and helps tug a blanket up over your bodies. He kisses you, slowly and incredibly gently, “You’re really okay with everything we did, right?” 

“Yeah?” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, “Aren’t you?” 

“I said some things to you,” He murmurs quietly, “and you said ‘don’t’ and I thought we were fulfilling one of your fantasies, but now… I’m not,” 

You press your fingers over his lips, shaking your head, “You did just what I wanted,” 

Relief clears his face, “Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” You assure him, “and I said ‘green’,”

“You liked it, then?” He says softly, “You didn’t want to stop?” 

“I didn’t want to stop,” You say clearly for him, knowing his hesitation from earlier in the night must be creeping back in, his anxiety growing. 

“I’m just checking,” He kisses your fingertips and draws you in against his chest, “you know I’d never, ever hurt you.” 

“I know,” You let your eyes close, fading into the steady thump of his heart and his radiating warmth that envelopes you. You know he would do anything for you, over ten years of friendship he’s proven that over and over again still. Always careful with you, and loving with you, even before the thought of sex ever crossed either of your minds. You were, and are, lucky to have him even though you suspect he doesn’t realize just how special he is to you and Yunho both. 

You rest here until Yunho comes back, bright and full of energy again, sporting a tray of cut fruit and a bowl of strawberries. No one seems quite ready to get up, content to rest in bed for a little while longer. You relax together, laugh together, toss a piece of honeydew straight for Yunho’s chest when he makes a joke laden with innuendo. He feeds you a strawberry right back and tickles your ribs. After a while, the only options left are sleep or shower, and you’re about to suggest a shower when Mingi starts to press kisses down your skin once again. 

He’s been resting with his head in your lap, your fingers stroking through his hair, when you realize he’s been maneuvering the blankets back down. He hums softly as he kisses your bare legs, pushing one open so he can lick a stripe up your inner thigh with a pleasant sigh. 

“Mingi,” You murmur, “baby, what are you doing?” 

“I just want you one more time,” He sighs. 

You’re leaning back against Yunho’s chest, but you sit up a bit when he says it, “Mingi, I don’t think I can again,” You’re a little sore from having taken both of them, and the idea of doing it a third time makes you a little nervous. 

“Not me,” Mingi shakes his head, never lifting his lips, “I just want to taste you one more time,” 

You run a hand through his hair, smiling down, “You don’t have to do that,” 

“What if I want to?” He opens your legs wider, kissing closer and closer to your mound. 

“Come here,” Yunho tugs you back to rest on his chest in the crook of his arm, “just relax,” 

“Mhm,” Mingi blows a cool stream of air over your clit and you jump under him, “let me take care of you,” 

“Mingi,” You breathe, carding your fingers through his hair again. 

His tongue parts your folds slowly, and he groans as he tastes you again, licking lazy stripes up your slit. Yunho cuddles you closer, getting you into a comfortable reclined position and kissing your hair, softly running his fingertips over your nipples once again. 

They take their time with you, slow and patient. You rest weightless between them as they bring you up through a slow rolling orgasm, whispered words of tender praise on their lips. You all slip into tangled and exhausted sleep in Yunho’s bed. In the morning, you do it all over again. This time it’s Yunho’s tongue dipping deep inside you and Mingi’s cock sliding through your lips. They fuck you soft, and every time you think you’re going to make it out of bed they pull you back in. And you let them, again and again. 

end note: this is the first of four kinktober fics! every tuesday in october a new one will be posted.

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You…you— I am addicted to your work.

I literally have no words, I’m speechless.

𝐑 𝐎 𝐎 𝐌 𝐌 𝐀 𝐓 𝐄 || m i n g i

"She is rare and real. I'm not letting her go."

"He was attracted to rawness and realness, to sharp edges and straightforwardness. And when suddenly, you dropped the act of perfectionist he, in fact, disliked and revealed your true nature, you became all what he needed in a woman that his hands, lips and tongue were so eager to worship."

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : after failed attempt to impress your handsome roommate, you decided to stop making a fool out of yourself and went back to the old, unimpressive you. Lack of dress code around the house and general chaos came back for good. Little did you know, the "hard-to-impress" roommate began to see you with very...very different eyes.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t , explicit language, fingering (f/recieving), intense cunnigulins, doggy style, cum on a back, unprotected sex, mdom, hair pulling.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Mingi x (f)reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : smut, little fluff, body imperfections appreciation

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 5k

07.35 pm. Friday evening. Everyone's favorite. 

A moment of relief and appreciated freedom. A precious time of your boss having no power to control you. Your annoying coworkers are nowhere to be found to screech above your head. A piece of paradise where you can begin to enjoy the weekend to the fullest.

Of course, it depends on people and their individual understanding of what "to the fullest" means. To you, it meant laying in bed, in the most comfy clothes, binge watching anime while devouring not so healthy food, drinks and snacks. 

You craved McDonald's today. No, you actually had been craving it since the early hours of Monday. And now it was time for you to treat yourself, give in to pure indulgence. No one could oppose this polygamy relationship between you, BigMac, chicken nuggets, fries and Sprite tonight. 

Thankfully, you could skip the usage of the restaurant app, many a times they screwed up your order. You overheard your roommate talking something about leaving to help his friend with something. He could easily pick up your food on his way back and bring it right into your gluttonous arms. What a lucky day.

You giggled in pure happiness.

*

The man's movements stopped abruptly. His arm hung midair with half of it already in the sleeve of the black jean jacket.

Your sudden disgustingly adorable giggles caught Mingi's attention as he stepped in the living room, trying to get to the hall. He unconsciously gazed in the direction of the sounds of joy. His sight was flooded by the light inside your room, door opened just enough for his eyes to almost see your bare bottom on display.

Only God knew how much he wished he didn't look.

"Fuck." He mumbled as quietly as he could, thanking the noises coming from your laptop for hiding the growl his throat pushed out.

The rapid increase of his pulse and need for deeper breaths, made him throw spirited curses to his own self. Nevertheless, the black eyes studied you in silence.

He seemed to examine you like one of the paintings on the Sistine Chapel's ceiling, even though you laid there on your belly, only in your oversized, gray T-shirt and cotton panties with some pink ribbons on it. You were kicking the air with your feet hidden in socks that dazzled eyes with bright yellow baby chicks. 

With resistance, his arm finally submerged into the jacket's sleeve, but still, Mingi didn't move from his spot. His legs simply refused to listen to their master. Boldly watching you, he seemed to be studying your uncovered parts by heart.

Your full thighs that looked as if they were inviting him to grab a handful of them. The slight cellulite that only proved how juicy your flesh was. It was almost painful to watch you, so unaware that you were fulfilling all his kinks and fantasies.

He clenched his teeth at the sudden throb between his legs.

He had to leave. Now. Of course due to business to tend to, but mostly because he was a heartbeat away from falling on his knees, crawling to you and begging you to let him touch you.

Despite the rational realization, he did not move an inch.

Your stretch marks glistened in the lamps light like translucent tattoos. He couldn't stop the sudden images of him kissing each one of them in his head.

The worst was yet to come as his eyes landed on the folds of your ass emerging from underneath the panties. The rolls of flesh where your thighs connected with your butt awakened a destructive urge to sink his fingers around them, to kiss and bite.

The unforgiving pulsing in his pants almost made him storm in your room. He needed to try to gain control again, he was not a wild beast after all.

Pinching the skin on his forearm, Mingi hissed at the unpleasant feeling.

"I'm leaving! I'll be back in two, three hours!"

He yelled this information more to remind himself rather than you. With clenched fists, he forced his legs to walk up the door.

"Mingi!"

No, please stay where you are, he thought panicked.

He didn't dare to turn around in case you jumped out in front of him 

"Yeah?" No one knew how much effort he put in that one word.

"Could you buy me McDonald's on your way back? The usual!?"

Thank God, you were too lazy to leave the room but the sweet tone you had made him wrapped around your finger, made the devil on his shoulder laugh like a Disney villain. You must sound absolutely heavenly when you begged for other things in your mouth.

"Ok!" he agreed, voice slightly breaking but firm. He shook away the thoughts before he turned back around and said them aloud. 

***

Mingi's tone sounded somewhat annoyed, making you think.

"Maybe I should've used the app instead."

Feeling bad, you looked in the darkness outside of your room after hearing the door begin to shut. You didn't manage to see him but what you did notice was your door being way more opened than what you remember it was.

Your frowned eyes lowered to your lower body. Slightly judging your naked legs, you realized your shirt was rolled up your waist which revealed your whole ass and your favorite panties.

"Oops."

Mingi either walked right past your room and didn't notice anything or he saw you with all of your grace. It took you a long second laying in stillness, trying to look for some sort of embarrassment in yourself, but eventually you rolled back on your belly.

"Ah, never mind" you shrugged and went back to drool over the tattooed Sukuna on your laptop screen.

Mingi had never shown any interest in you for all these years of living under the same roof. He was nice and a great friend but that was where it ended. Nothing more. 

Oh well.

When your friend moved out to live with her boyfriend, you had a hard time finding a new roommate. The house, despite being an amazing place, was pretty far from the city center. Not a lot of people would decide to take long journeys to their workplace.

You lived alone for six months until one day you got a call. The man on the other side was interested in the room beside yours as he worked from home and liked being away from the city noises. 

You had to admit, you preferred to live with another woman but that time you were desperate so you offered him to come and talk about the deal.

The memory of his frame still roamed in your mind, as it took up almost all the space of the entrance. You loudly gulped before even greeting him. And you were nervously swallowing for the next few months when he officially became your roommate.

At the beginning you tried to shape his view of you as the best. You changed your "house outfit" to more covered and neat, to make him think you have class and to hide the unattractive marks of your body. Meals you made were more sophisticated, and you followed a more healthy lifestyle. Even the gym lived to see you within its walls. Your room was cleaner than the ones in the ads of cleaning products. And most of all, everything about you had to look and smell like a volcano of femininity.

How lame of you.

To those days, you still wondered why you were doing all of that, to impress a dude that had absolutely no obligation to fall for you. All just because you were single and he was hot? Well, he was more than hot and you were basically covered in dust from singlehood. Still, it was unnecessary and you wasted time on doing things you didn't even enjoy. 

After realizing your own stupidity, you went back to your old habits which actually allowed you to get more comfortable around him and in your own house. As the ties of attempting to impress someone disappeared, you quickly slid back to your messy, untamed, normal self.

For his misfortune.

The change of your aura around him was rapid and it took a 180° turn. One day you seemed to calculate every step you took and the next day the scheduled life was gone. It gave its place to chaos.

Truly, he disliked your visible chase after perfection and social media influence victimhood. It made you look almost robotic. You also seemed to force yourself to do most of it, especially going to the gym.

He did not know what dictated the sudden change but Mingi was glad that somehow due to it you finally became more relaxed and looked more like yourself. 

However.

While you quickly found your comfort, he began to fall into a void of crushing lust and decreased self control, more and more everyday. The views like the one he just saw, were now on a daily basis. It was exhausting - pretending he was unaffected while in reality it trapped him entirely.

He was attracted to rawness and realness, to sharp edges and straightforwardness. And when suddenly, you dropped the act of perfectionist that annoyed him and revealed your true nature, you became all what he needed in a woman that his hands, lips and tongue were so eager to worship.

The way you moved, unaware of how feminine you were with something so simple like reaching for a coffee cup. The way you smelled, even after you stole his shampoo since you forgot to buy yours. The way you were all blushed after the steamy shower and paraded in only a towel around the apartment. The way you laughed out loud without trying to hold it in. Mingi melted at the sight of how excited you got for food, or when you got a text the postman was on their way with the new books you ordered. Or that a new season of your favourite show was out. Everything now was like sweet bait for his bee-like mind.

Mingi halted beside his car and looked at his reflection in its windows. Despite the twilight, he still saw the flames in his own eyes as all these thoughts of you flashed before them. The flames were just a tiny portion of the hellfire devouring him from inside.

Did he officially reach his limit? Somehow his mind kept fighting his body, however it began to realize it was outnumbered.

The first thought is the best.

Instead of the car keys, Mingi reached for a phone in his pocket. He didn't wait long for his friend to pick up the call.

"Sorry, man. I won't make it. You need to find someone else to help you with furniture." He informed the man on the other side with no words of greeting.

Hearing the need for explanation, he sighed like all he carried were troubles.

"Old case came up. I have to deal with it at last."

***

Fictional men. Book ones or 2D ones, it didn't matter. Your all time guiltiest, of guilty pleasures. Oh, how you wish they suddenly came to life, knock at your door and solve all your problems and fulfill all your fantasies.

"Ganbare, ganbare." you heard from the speakers as one of your new anime daddies spoke up.

"What the fuck, Sukuna?" You whined at the scene, burying your face in the pillow placed under you. You wanted to whine some more at the perfectly matched dubbing but the sound of doors abruptly opening and shutting caught you off guard.

Mingi left not whole five minutes ago. It had to be him. You hit the space button to stop the video.

"You forgot something?" you asked, listening closely, hopefully you were right.

"Yes."

The slight panic and insecurity that began to shape disappeared at the voice of your roommate. You turned your head back to the screen and restarted the video.

The music and a fight scene was loud enough to mute the sound of steps that entered your room. Only the sudden weight, pulling the bed down made you realize someone was indeed inside there with you.

You tried to look at Mingi, expecting to see him sitting on the edge of your bed for some unknown to you reason. But before you could even turn your head around, out of nowhere his arm appeared above your head, closing your laptop with his finger.

You couldn't look up but you felt it with all your being. Mingi hung above your entire frame, his arms on both sides of you, your legs trapped between his. His mouth, dangerously near your ear.

"I forgot to make something clear." He let out a growl he didn't have to control anymore, sending chills that were like a rifle series, from your head to your toes.

You were too stunned to form a word, feeling the temperature rise incredibly fast. Mingi took it as a chance to continue.

"If we're going to live together, we have to compromise, (y/n). I don't know what you're trying to accomplish, being so careless around me. If you wanted to seduce me, you succeeded. Congratulations."

Seduce him? No, you stopped trying three months ago. Now you were just living your life. How could he get it all backwards? Was it possible that the you being comfortable in your own skin, the chaotic you kept him awake at night?

You would scoff from the irony but, the position you were in and the whole man above you — with his lips so close to your neck, did not allow you to do anything but lay there like a mouse snared in a trap. 

"If you didn't then please have mercy on the poor me and restrain yourself a little, so I could eat, sleep and coexist with you in peace and not fight the urge to pin you down to the first surface in sight and beg you to let me worship every inch of your body."

You were still silent, which made him spread his arms further and lean closer to you.

"Got it?" He asked, which sounded more like a threat.

Mingi had seen you in your most vulnerable  position, and that had him speaking like he was a slave to your body. You smiled to yourself, at the confidence boost. 

It was time to make a move.

He flinched at the unexpected touch on his crotch. He looked down to see your feet in bright socks brushing his clothed dick in wave-like motions.

"So, no McDonald's then?" You asked, pulling your head back to show him the fake disappointment on your face.

"(y/n)..." he begged, fighting the need to grind his hips.

"What can I do?" You shrugged, still not letting go of the act.

You did have him in your hands.

You suddenly turned around on your back and positioned yourself more comfortably as he pulled away a little in surprise. He looked you up and down, at your hands playing with your shirt, legs spreaded as if they were inviting him in. His grasp on the sheets tightened, trying to maintain maximum control.

"And what if I told you that I won't restrain myself?" You taunted with a pout, holding his dark gaze that came back to your face.

You were challenging him. He licked his lips at the lavious sight. The tightness in his pants bothered him more with every second of the view underneath him.

Your smile faded, giving its place to sultry expression. One of your legs raised and began brushing on his side.

"What if I also told you, you can pin me down to the first place you see and do whatever you want to me?"

The joy of having an upper hand didn't last for long. His move was fast and decisive — Mingi grabbed your flirting leg, stopping it from escaping as he lowered himself down onto you, pinning you to the bed with his weight.

The man's lips brushed yours, "I have a rule, you know."

"And what rule is that?" You battled the impulse to lick his plum mouth.

"No sleeping with roommates just for the sake of a peaceful life under the same roof." He enlightened you, putting your legs on his hip, next grabbing a handful of your plushy thigh. You inhaled sharply at the power he did it with, "But you make it absolutely impossible to follow."

You smiled devilishly, "So, you had a rule."

His lips felt juicier and softer than you imagined. And you imagined them an ungodly amount of times. It felt like biting onto the ripest fruit with all the juices exploding. It would've been a salvation on a hot summer day. But in this case, an unforgiving heat fell onto your body, burning your veins and showing on your cheeks.

The kiss quickly turned from delectaing, getting familiar to a violent clash of teeth, tongues and mouth, all of it accompanied by loud wet noises. The kiss broke as every ounce of oxygen left your lungs. You grabbed your shirt to finally get rid of it but he halted your plans.

"Leave it. I'm fucking you in this." He promised, at the same time groaning as his eyes filled with your breasts falling out of your only top piece. 

He'd seen them unbrotherly bouncing under your oversized shirts almost everyday. Most of the time with no bra. Many times with erected nipples. They were teasing him while covered, which definitely woke a fetish in him. A fetish he never knew he had. A fetish he developed because of you.

"Why?"

Seeing you like this everyday got him laid in his bed and spent many nights imagining these scenes. Too many to not let it come to reality.

"Don't ask." He breathed out, while pulling the pillow from underneath you to put it on a side.

You didn't even have time to be confused as your nipples caught in his attention. One grabbed by his teeth and lips, the other twisted between his impatient fingers. Your back arched giving him all the access he needed. Mingi got the sweetest of whimpers out of you while kissing, sucking and massaging your tits that desired to fit in his big, untamed hands.

With kisses down your belly, he left your soft breasts, pulling your down shirt onto them. You squirmed in disappointment when your bosom lost his attention. But then he got dangerously close to your clothed cherry.

"I always admired your underwear collection but that is something else", he grinned, with his face hanging above your pussy like a cloud with a heavy rain over thirsty ground, "I thought these were ribbons…"

Once again he looked at the little pink tits painted all over your pelvis. 

"I also have a version with little vaginas. Wanna see?" You grinned back and grabbed a string of your panties on your hip. Pulling it, you quickly let it go which made a sound from a contact with your flesh.

His grin faded away at that little gesture of yours. Why did the bare minimum have him raging in lust? What kind of sorcery did you use?

"Maybe later."

He grabbed the side of your underwear as you and pulled all of it down. Your cute panties landed somewhere behind him.

You were all exposed to his darkened, lusty eyes.

"I have a real one to look at…" with every word he made sure his hot breath embraced your throbbing pussy. "...as well as lick, suck and fuck." 

"Mingi…" you immediately responded with a moan to his taunting. Your hips began to slightly twirl in front of his face when he positioned himself between your full thighs. They went up the next second, held by his decisive hands. He revealed every inch of your quivering womanhood to himself.

"Fuck, (y/n)" he whined at the sight of you, "Stunning. "

You felt cold air blowing on your folds. This little fucker. Your eyes darted onto him. Your roommate seemed to have fun, watching you struggle and wiggle while all he used was just air.

"Mingi, please" you begged shamelessly, "Hold on to your words, would you?"

"...as well as lick, suck and fuck."  Oh you were funny.

"Right." he scoffed in amusement.

His giggles were muted by his lips attaching with your dripping pussy. Air got caged in your lungs, fingers immediately tangled in his fluffy hair.

Tongue lapped at your poor clit, mouth mercilessly sucked it in between. Raw sounds of your juices blending with his building saliva resonated in the room as well as deep in your soul.

"Fuuck." You were melting at the touch of his warm muscle, wandering around your folds.

Mingi was quickly advancing with his actions. His left hand went around your right thigh, fingers reached to the upper part of your pussy.

Your folds were spread, reminding him now of butterfly wings. He licked his lips at the vision of the source of all the nectar he was tasting. You were wet beyond his expectations.

The index finger of his free hand now traced around the edges of your soaking hole, that were closing and opening under his touch.

You spasmed at the quick, single and almost dramatic licks that were gracing your opened clit. His eyes fed on the lewdness, glowing in yours.

"You won't let me cum so quickly, will you?" You almost cried out.

Damn that grin of his.

"Oh no, baby. I will make you scream in a second."

Sudden invasion of his finger made you raise your hips, however he quickly pinned back down. The movement was slow at first as if he was doing a recognition of your interiors.

"So soft and warm, as I imagined it to be." He complimented you with a hum, "So inviting." 

The middle finger answered the invitation, and join its neighbor inside you. There were no slow movements this time, no teasing. The pace was brutal, accompanied by your clit being violently sucked by his plumb lips.

"Mingi, fuuuck!" You screamed as loud as you were allowed in this condition.

The flood of pleasure, as much as it was welcome, came unexpectedly fast and powerful. It detuned your senses, took your breath away, controlled your body and whole being. You didn't know what to do with your hands, what to grab onto. Eventually they landed on your breast, adding more fuel to the fire happening between your legs.

His fingers pumped in and out of you, your rich juices made it much easier for them to move. Mingi sucked on you mercilessly, hamming loud which sent vibrations in the spot he was sending all his attacks towards. 

With the last ounce of sanity, you quickly registered the knob forming in your abdomen and that it was about to come undone, brutally.

"I'm cum-ming" you intended to scream but all you could master was a whisper.

At those words his fingers gave up on leaving your walls and stayed deep inside them. You felt them curl inside, gluing to your core while rubbing and pushing onto it.

"Yes! Yes, right there!" You grabbed his head again to keep him in place, "Right fucking there!"

"Give me all of it, baby!" he said and reattached with your clit again, quickly shaking his head to have you absolutely crashing, "All of it!"

Legs, framing his face began to tremble. Cumming intensively, you were crying out the curses of pure euphoria. Your vision blurred. You saw no shape, no color as his fingers hadn't stopped. He led your orgasm in all the directions he wanted. 

You had always been loud during sex but his skills made you reach new volumes. Your essence flooded his fingers, leaking out onto his mouth and chin. He began slowly moving inside you again to ride your ecstasy. 

Mingi took his time before finally leaving your throbbing cunt. Fingers slowly slid out of you, all wet, glistening in the light. No drop was left as the man collected everything off you and of himself, ending the act with a loud pop sound. You used this moment to calm down and regain your breath control.

You didn't say anything as he climbed up on you with kisses and your heated faces aligned. Both breathing heavily, you looked at each other. You didn't stay silent and still for long but those few seconds were worryingly intimate. There was something between you two. You couldn't say what it was but it was there, tangible. You saw it in his eyes, that he in fact noticed that too. 

Mingi allowed you to strip him off his black shirt and take your time to touch his chest, shaped abs and veiny hands that now rested on your sides. He felt his ego grow, seeing you worship his sun kissed muscles with awe.

"How do you want to take me?"

He raised his brows at your sudden question. 

That reaction of his made you smile. Maybe he wasn't that hard to impress after all.

"You want to tell me you've never seen me in certain positions?" 

"I have." He spoke before even the thought of other options of answer occured. However, Mingi didn't feel embarrassed with his honesty. Oh yeah, he'd seen you in many positions, but there was one specific simple fantasy that constantly appeared in his mind.

His hand reached for something above your head and next second you heard the sound of anime resonating in the room again. 

Now you were surprised.

"Turn around, on your belly." He uttered, his eyes looking at you but his thoughts were somewhere else, deep in the dark corners of his brain.

You bit your lip as you realized.

Mingi wanted you in the position he had seen you almost everyday. In the position he saw you also today before leaving and coming back to take the business in his hands. He wanted to fuck you while you lazily laid before the screen. In your oversized shirt, colorful socks and your ass up on display.

How many times did he have to control himself to not let everything go loose when he saw you like that? How many times did he fight his corrupted mind while you walked and laid around the house unaware? You would never know.

Turning around, obeying him, you let him know you take all of it – all his needs and fantasies.

He helped you position the pillow underneath your pelvis and with the kiss on the back of your head, he got up to get rid of his jeans.

You felt familiar excitement as you looked at the anime going off but all you heard was a sound of an unbuckling belt. Wetness between your thighs increased along with the temperature, and you felt dizzy. It seemed like you were about to stand in flames.

His weight sunk in your bed again and you shivered at his mouth close to your ear.

"What you're doing, baby? Just keep watching your show."

The man's act of confusion was too good, his unearthly deep tone making you swallow a moan. Was it a punishment for you being so mindless about what you were doing to him?  

His still wet fingers sunk in the flesh of your ass. He was massaging, squeezing and smacking it until he was satisfied. You looked at the screen but you saw nothing, entirely focused on his touch and sensation. You bit on the collar of your shirt as you felt Mingi sitting on your thighs like on a cushion. He put most of the weight on his hand but you still felt his hot skin pushing onto yours. 

"Mingi…" his name in your mouth carried heavy pleas. 

But he didn't answer. Instead you found yourself gasping at the velvet touch of his tip, rubbing between your cheeks and folds. 

Up and down. 

Up and down he spread his precum on all of you. 

You couldn't see it but you felt his impressive width. You dig your nails in the sheets as your hips begin moving. You needed him inside, demolishing you.

"You're so soft and wet." He praised you. "All for me to finally enjoy."

"I'm begging you…" you mumbled with your shirt still between your clenched teeth.

He seemed to like bringing surprises as he slid into you without a warning. 

"Aahh." You whimpered at the sudden stretch of your walls. 

He went into you slowly, letting you adjust to his size. Mingi felt you were engulfing him more and more with every push. 

"You're adorably tight." He wanted to sound playful but failed as your walls cramped around him and a set of pleasure went through him. "Shit."

He raised up a little on his knees and used your waist to support himself. Your lower body was caged, he could've done and was doing anything he wanted. He rolled his body at an even pace while going in and out of you. The bed rocked along with you, the frame hitting the wall behind it.

You face dropped from the screen as you tried to look at the cause of your state. Your loud moans, now drowned the sound of the anime in the background. They became even louder as his hand suddenly wrapped your ponytail around its wrist, pulling your head back. 

You were facing the screen again.

"Watch. The. Show, (y/n)." He hissed. 

And you were. You couldn't focus on the graphic, characters and especially not on the plot. All that filled your mind was the absolutely superior pleasure as your roommate was bulldozing you from behind. But still, your eyes were glued to the screen.

The tempo fastened as he let go of your hair. He pinned into you crazily, his balls smacking your sensitive clit from behind. Skin to skin, birthing clapping noises at an even pace. 

The grab on your waist tightened. His moves became desperate, chasing the promising high. Mingi began to lose it. So did you.

"I'm clo-ose" you breathed out, shutting your eyes.

The laptop closed again, cutting the irritating noise. All he wanted to hear was your moans and mumbling, signs he owned you.

"Cum all over my cock." He demanded. 

His hand was now positioned on both sides of your head. He raised up and with all his weight he fell onto you, sinking deeper than ever. His thick cock and every pulsating veins, adorning it, rubbed all the right places to make your sanity go to sleep and sexual madness to wake up. The power he was invading now you was too much for your body's ability to control.

"Min-gi, aah!" You came undone once again because of him and with the way he made you feel, you knew it wouldn't be the only time. 

Heavenly bliss made your eyes roll in the back of your head as it fell on the bed from withering pleasure. A string of saliva oozed from your parted lips. You grabbed firmly onto his wrists and just let him ruin you until he felt like the work was done.

"Fuuuck!" he moaned as your walls grabbed his hard cock in whole, sucking him mercilessly, "Fuck, (y/n). Fuck, fuck aah!"

He quickly pulled out of you as a part of his fantasy was finishing on your naked back. Humping himself onto your ass, he took his time to shoot all the hot load, painting your skin in white as well as watch you laying there, nicely fucked up by no one else but him.

Leaning his forehead to the back of your head, he inhaled your scent as if he breathed comfortably for the first time in a very long time.

"There's no way I'm keeping my hands to myself from now on." He said, having a hard time speaking from the tempo he graced you a minute ago, "No matter what you or I will be doing."

You stroke his forearm, enjoying his closeness. You had no strength to open your eyes so you just smiled.

"Same."

He kissed your head, having dozens of butterflies going crazy in your stomach. 

"What are we gonna do?" He broke the comfortable silence. Mingi tried to hide it but you picked it up - the worrying hue to his voice.

The bridge was burned, true. There was no return from what you two did. But you had a choice and made it. You chose to accept your needs and desires. 

"We'll figure something out." You hoped, keep smiling as every cell in your body was telling you it might be a start of something beautiful. 

After all, he saw the real you. The imperfect, flawed and raw you and it made him let his armour break. You were not letting him go that easily.

He smiled in the crook of your neck.

"Does it mean you will be walking naked around the apartment from now on?" 

You recreated the same joyful giggle that made him look inside your room and began it all.

"Maybe."

---

Just pure tears

and if i stay (j.yh + p.sh)

summary: sequel to room for three - a year has passed, and things are going well, until yunho watches watches another man flirt with you.

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // i just can't stop thinking about husband yunhwa, so please have this absolute smutty and fluffy brain rot.

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, established yunhwa relationship, mmf, jealous!yunho, rough sex, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), rough oral, praise, gratuitous use of good girl, mean!yunho, double penetration, the return of the cute husbands - please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff

word count: 12.3K

my masterlist || read it on AO3 || part three; their gift

For the first thirty minutes though, it’s chaos. The gallery where the event is hosted is a labyrinth of contemporary art installations amid white lacquered walls, a maze of intellectuals and their cocktails standing between you and the much larger room where a small stage is erected for Seonghwa’s publisher to announce him, and for him to read a few passages from his new work. 

For the first thirty minutes though, it’s chaos. The gallery where the event is hosted is a labyrinth of contemporary art installations amid white lacquered walls, a maze of intellectuals and their cocktails standing between you and the much larger room where a small stage is erected for Seonghwa’s publisher to announce him, and for him to read a few passages from his new work. 

Like all things in your life, it goes slightly wrong at first before it goes right. Yunho is stuck in traffic, shooting off frantic texts to you about exactly how far he is and seeing what you can do to stall the event. You can feel Seonghwa’s nerves coming off him in waves when you finally make it back to him, pushing through the throng of people and past the empty stage to the quiet side room. He’s pacing, adjusting his tie again and again, and you know he’s having a hard time without the calm center that is his husband. 

“Seonghwa,” you murmur to him, standing in the doorway and hoping you don’t disturb. 

His head snaps up and you can see the way his hand is gripping a copy of his book, “Hey,” he says. 

“He’s on his way,” you assure him, “I just talked to him.” 

“On his way like he’s five minutes away or on his way like I still have to start this thing without him?” Seonghwa asks. 

“Somewhere in the middle,” you settle, “but he’s hurrying,” 

“He’ll get himself killed on the highway in that stupid car if he’s not careful,” Seonghwa sighs and tosses the book down onto the table, slumping back against it and resisting the urge to drag his hands through his hair. 

“You’re going to do so well, Hwa,” you step towards him, in his space now but not yet touching.

“Thank you,” he breathes, but he shakes his head, “I just do better when he’s here.” 

“I know,” you nod, and he lifts his eyes to meet yours. 

His leg bounces nervously and he sighs, heavy and sounding exasperated, “He keeps me calm, I always just look to him when I’m doing a reading,” 

“I know,” you repeat, soothing him. You reach out and rest your hand on his. 

He turns his hand over to interlace your fingers, his leg stilling, and he squeezes your hand as he takes deep breaths. Pulling his book back over with his free hand he flips it open to the bookmarked section, “Are you sure about this passage?” 

“Absolutely sure,” you reply without hesitation, “we all agreed that it sounded the best as a stand-alone,” 

“Right,” he nods, and you think back to two nights before, tangled up in bed together and pouring over his book to find just the right words for him to say. Yunho had stroked his lover's back with a steadying hand, giving him calm guidance and assurances. You know that’s what Seonghwa needs now, even though you also know the minute he’s on stage he’ll turn on the performance without hesitation. It’s just getting to the stage that’s the problem. 

“Do you want to read it out to me one more time?” You offer.

He silently skims the passage, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and he shakes his head, “No, no, I have it.” 

The sound of rushed footsteps is a sudden comfort – you were close to pulling Seonghwa up and convincing him to get out to the stage, but you know the presence behind you is Yunho before you even exhale out your sigh.

“Hey,” he sounds out of breath, and as you turn, Seonghwa stands and breaks his hand from yours. Yunho looks frazzled, his suit jacket a little wrinkled at the bottom, you suspect from laying on the back seat of his car instead of hanging in a garment bag like Seonghwa would have preferred. None of that really seems to matter now though, and Yunho finds his husband’s eyes, visibly relaxing when he does, “I’m so sorry – I’m, it, there’s no excuse, I’m sorry,” 

Seonghwa shakes his head and reaches for him, “It’s okay,” he sighs, long, letting Yunho pull him into a hug, “I just needed to see you before I went out there,”

“I know,” Yunho nods. 

In moments like this, even a year after you first bumped into them in the bar, you sometimes feel like you’re encroaching on their relationship. Yunho leans back from Seonghwa, holding his face, and dips forwards to kiss him, tender and slow. Seonghwa melts, leaning into Yunho’s chest and exhaling softly. 

When their lips part Yunho smiles, “I’ll be near the back wall on the left side, okay?” 

Seonghwa nods. 

“You’re going to be perfect,” Yunho soothes, his voice deep and warm, “and they’re going to love the book.” 

“Yeah,” Seonghwa nods, but you can hear the lack of confidence in it. His two previous releases, while received well, were done quietly. His book events in the past were small, private, and with much less fanfare, no stuffy literary critics ready to pass judgment. 

“Please,” Yunho rolls his eyes and you smile, “y/n and I are going to have to talk to a bunch of pseudo-intellectuals all night and pretend we care about… Sartre or whoever,” 

“Who would be talking about Jean-Paul Sartre at this?” Seonghwa laughs. 

Yunho rolls his eyes and shakes his head, “I don’t know but I wouldn’t put it past any of them,” 

“Okay, okay,” Seonghwa clears his throat and straightens up, “I’m ready,” 

Yunho smiles wide, leaning in to give him one more kiss, “I love you,” he assures him. 

“I love you too,” Seonghwa smiles, and you notice just how steady he is, calm and confident now that he’s had a moment to be grounded. He steps away and tucks the book under his arm, before reaching out for you and pulling you towards him. 

You stumble forwards in your heels with a squeak, but Seonghwa’s hands are sure, and he brings you in for a kiss. With a sigh as he pulls away he holds your eyes, “Thank you,”

“Always,” you squeeze his hand, “now get out there,” 

Seonghwa smooths down his jacket and disappears through the doorway to find his publisher and you turn to Yunho. He laughs immediately, “I think I’m parked illegally,” 

“Of course you are,” you grin and he reaches for your hand to pull you into his chest. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” he sighs, wrapping his arms warmly around you, “how are you? You look beautiful,” 

“Good,” you nod, “I’ve just been running around today. Is everything alright with your client?” 

He makes a dismissive, irritated noise, “Fine, he just wouldn’t stop talking and the meeting ran over time, but it’s not like I can tell him to stop, he’s paying the firm a lot of money,” 

“Mm,” you nod, understanding completely, “but it’s okay, you made it.” 

“We should get out there,” he says as the sound of a mic being tapped echoes through the gallery and Seonghwa’s publisher starts speaking. 

“Let’s,” you agree, and Yunho dips for a quick kiss before stepping away. 

You head back out with him to the main space of the gallery, Yunho’s hand warmly positioned on your mid back, his thumb brushing along your bare skin where the dress dips low. You make it to the back corner just as Seonghwa is introduced and together you watch him step on stage. He’s dressed smartly, his suit fitting exactly, and where you once saw nerves you now only see cool confidence and a bit of swagger. 

When you glance at Yunho, you smile. He’s watching Seonghwa with awe, but you also recognize the glimmer of desire in his gaze seeing Seonghwa so commanding and you’re sure tonight is going to be a memorable one once you all make it out of here and back into bed. 

Seonghwa reads three passages, his voice honeyed, the enunciation of his work is crisp and paced. The room listens with rapt attention, making the right noises at the right parts, and when he finishes and closes the book there’s a long breath of silence. Nervously, you glance at Yunho, but his eyes are steady on Seonghwa, centered. 

The applause is sudden, and you watch Seonghwa light up at the fond reception, moving to thank everyone for coming into the microphone and telling them to enjoy the free drinks. It takes about three seconds for someone to notice Yunho as the crowd starts to break up, and before you know it he’s caught in a conversation with someone who wants to talk about how it feels to be married to such a promising young writer. 

You touch his arm gently, “I’ll grab us some drinks,” 

He gives you a grateful smile, and then turns back to his conversation. 

You slip away, weaving through the crowd to the open bar. Thankfully at these events, you’re still able to fly under the radar. While Yunho and Seonghwa don’t make an active effort to hide your relationship, they also don’t advertise. After months of casual sex, you’ve simply became a fixture in their lives. They liked you, much more than they would have assumed, and their routine of going out to find a new partner every few months disappeared. They kept you. But it’s still only been a year, and labels so far haven’t really felt necessary, so there’s no need to find a way to describe what you are to each other. 

When you finally make it up to the bar, you select two glasses of white wine and start to make your way back. Yunho is still in conversation with the person who interrupted you both before, so you slow to a stop. You’re not sure if you should let the conversation run its course or save him from the interaction, so you decide to give it a moment and see how it plays out. 

Standing between large panels of brightly colored canvas you wait, studying the splattered mix of colors before you. 

“Do you like the art?” A voice startles you out of your fixed gaze on the painting, and you turn towards it. 

“Excuse me?” You ask, seeing now the source of the question. A man stands to your left, and you take him in immediately. He’s handsome, if not a little rough around the edges looking, with smooth, tan skin and dark eyes. He’s dressed well, in a satiny black suit that closes at the front, a sliver of his bare chest visible at the base of his throat where the suit parts, and a fine delicate silver chain hangs from his neck, disappearing down his chest. His hair is sandy, long, and the right kind of messy. 

“Do you like the art?” He gestures with a hand towards the painting, repeating his question for you. 

“Oh,” you blink, recovering a bit and realizing just how close he’s standing to you, but you make no move to shift away. You glance back at the painting, “Not usually, but this is nice,” 

He smiles widely at your honesty, and you find yourself noticing more little things about him. The dark freckle on his lip, the matching one under his left eye, his ears adorned with silver piercings. He nods, “Me too, I never know what to say to people at these things.” 

“Ah,” you smile, “so I take it you’re just here for the event?” 

He shakes his head, “I’m just here for the food,” 

You laugh, and he smiles wide again, his eyes direct and sparkling. You know he’s flirting, but you don’t necessarily mind. “That’s a nice suit if you’re just here to eat,” you tease him. 

He shakes his head again, brows knit together, “Well I am here for someone, it’s just not the book.” 

“Oh?” 

“My friend owns the gallery,” he admits, and then nods towards the painting you’re both in front of, “and this is his,” 

“Oh!” You exclaim, “You’re a friend of Hongjoong’s?” 

“You know Joong?” His eyebrows raise and he shakes his head, “He never told me he knew a girl this pretty, I’ll have to have a word with him later.” 

You don’t mean to blush, but you’re sure you do and you turn towards him a little more. “I don’t know him that well,” you concede, “but we’ve met a few times.” 

“Ah,” he nods, and you watch his eyes flick down to the wine glasses in your hands. He deftly takes one and smiles, “I take it this is for me?” 

“Presumptuous,” you laugh, but let him take it. 

“Maybe a little,” he takes a sip of the wine, his eyes never leaving you, and then takes a step forwards, moving into your space a little tighter, “so, beautiful girl, do you have a name?”

“I do,” you reply smoothly. 

“And are you going to tell me your name, or should I guess?” He takes another sip from what should be Yunho’s glass.

“It’s y/n,” you offer. 

Some kind of recognition sparks in his eyes, he’s heard your name before but he can’t remember where. He nods, “I’m Wooyoung,”

“It’s good to meet you,” you take a subtle step back and sip your wine, putting an extra inch of space between you.

“My night is certainly better now,” he says, and you’re about to open your mouth to protest but he continues, “tell me, are you free tonight?”

You shake your head and he pouts just slightly before saying, “Ah, I thought I could help make your night better too,” He coasts the back of his knuckles down your bare upper arm, soft and quick, removing his hand and returning it to his pocket before you can really register it. 

“I’m sure you did,” Your eyes flick over him. 

His narrow for just a moment, and the edge of his flirting fades, “Am I misreading things?”

“I would think so,” Yunho’s voice is abrupt, no trace of anger or irritation, just matter of fact, and he moves close to your side. He slips a hand over your hip and presses a kiss to your temple, “there you are, sweetheart,” 

Wooyoung’s eyes dart between you both and he takes a step back. It’s incredibly obvious what Yunho is doing, but it works. He doesn’t hang on you, simply slides his hand off you and moves to stand at your side just as he normally would, before extending his hand out to Wooyoung for a shake, “Jeong Yunho,” 

Wooyoung takes it, shaking it firmly and you can’t help but find the whole thing a little ridiculous and territorial, except that something deep in your belly fluttered at the tone of Yunho’s voice when he appeared. Wooyoung clears his throat, “Jung Wooyoung,” 

Yunho smirks almost imperceptibly at the shared surname before pulling back his hand and this time letting it rest warmly on your upper back, just at the base of your neck. 

“I think this was meant for you, then,” Wooyoung lifts the glass and then shrugs, “apologies.” 

“No harm,” Yunho replies, “I’ll get another.” 

You cut in there, looking up to Yunho, “Is Seonghwa still making the rounds?”

He nods but doesn’t break his gaze on Wooyoung, “We’ll be stuck a while, I’m sure,” 

Understanding dawns on Wooyoung’s face and he laughs to himself, your name and association with Yunho and Seonghwa knitting together in his mind. Hongjoong had mentioned you, it was just not in the context he would have hoped for. 

You look back to Wooyoung, an eyebrow quirked, and he shakes his head, “I see why you called me presumptuous now,” 

Yunho smiles at that, and you nod, “Mm,” with a shrug you smile, “sorry about that,” 

“No, no,” Wooyoung holds up a hand, begging off, “it’s fair enough. I should let you go and see if I can find Hongjoong,” 

“It was nice meeting you,” Yunho cuts back in, ending the conversation there.. 

“Yeah, it was nice meeting you too,” Wooyoung says to him, and as he starts to step away he gives you one more charming smile, “have a good night, beautiful girl.” 

Yunho’s hand tightens slightly on your skin and your stomach flips.

As Wooyoung fully turns away, he holds his glass of wine up once more, “And sorry again about the drink!” He’s gone through the maze of people in a second and you're left alone in front of Hongjoong’s painting with Yunho. 

“Well,” he breaks the silence after a moment, “he seems like an ass.” 

“I think he was a little embarrassed,” you shift away from him so you can face him and talk to him a little more easily. 

A brief expression crosses his face but he relaxes quickly, “I wouldn’t call it embarrassment,” 

“Well, anyways,” you shake your head, “we should get you a drink either way.” 

There’s a cord of tension suddenly between you and you’re shocked by your own response to it. A piece of you wants to roll your eyes and tell him to calm down, irritated at the way he was staking a claim on you, but the other piece has your stomach tight and an image of Yunho bending you over the first available table flickers through your mind. 

“Let’s go, and then let’s go find Hwa,” his tight expression clears, and he smooths his hand down your back again to steer you forwards. 

You end up staying at the event for two and half more hours and accidentally making eye contact with Wooyoung from across the room four more times, nearly bumping into him once when you go to say hello to Hongjoong. 

Not a single time escapes Yunho’s notice. So much so that by the end of the night Seonghwa is quietly asking his husband if something’s wrong. It takes another fifteen minutes to clear out of the gallery and find Yunho’s car, poorly parked in a clearly yellow zone with a ticket tucked under his windshield wiper. 

The ride home starts quietly, Yunho driving and Seonghwa in the passenger seat. Yunho’s hand is tight on the steering wheel, and you can barely believe he’s let Wooyoung’s naturally flirty nature get under his skin so much. You watched him flirt with at least three other women there, it was just clearly who he was. 

Seonghwa finally breaks the silence, “So are you going to tell me what’s going on?” 

Yunho sighs, his hands relaxing, “Everything’s fine,” 

“You really seem like everything’s fine,” Seonghwa says, throwing you a glance. 

Yunho smiles and reaches across the middle of the car, smoothing his hand over Seonghwa’s knee, “I’m sorry, everything’s fine. You know these things wear me out a bit, but you were great. Everyone was saying such good things about the book,” 

Seonghwa relaxes, “Good, okay. It felt like it was received well,” 

You lean forward, resting your hand on his arm, “All I heard were good things,” you assure him, “and you sounded perfect on stage.” 

“Thank you,” he rests his hand on top of yours, “I’m sorry you both had to make small talk all night though,”

“Oh, no it’s fine, I had a nice time,” you assure him. 

Yunho makes a small noise and you glance to him. You’ve never had an argument with either of them before, but all of a sudden it seems like Yunho is spoiling for a fight, and you had never pegged him to be quite so prone to jealousy. 

“Okay,” Seonghwa looks between you both, “what is going on?” 

“Nothing,” Yunho repeats, but then adds, “y/n met someone new, so I think she did enjoy herself.” 

Seonghwa is no stranger to that expression and immediately things start to click into place for him. Your jaw sets in annoyance, “Yunho, stop it. I’m not friends with him,” 

“I didn’t say friends,” Yunho shakes his head, “I saw the way he looked at you, and he was not interested in being friends.” 

“Fine,” you sigh, “you’re right, he wanted to take me home, but I’m obviously not there with him. I don’t understand why you’re so upset about this,” 

“I’m not upset,” he counters.

“Yunho,” you lean forward in your seat to see him better and he glances back at you. 

“Put your seatbelt on, what are you doing?” he waves you back.

You listen, but you catch the way Seonghwa rolls his eyes, and it seems like this kind of sudden type of response from Yunho isn’t completely out of the blue. 

You click the seatbelt into place, “There, happy now?” 

“That you’re not going to go flying out my windshield? Yes,” he huffs. 

“Alright,” Seonghwa finally interjects, “let’s all just relax.” 

“Fine,” Yunho says, but you can’t let it go. 

“Yunho,” you keep your voice calm and even toned, “he was flirting with me, yes, but I didn’t go home with him. You can’t get upset over every man that flirts with me. It happens,” you watch the twitch of his lip in the rear-view mirror at the idea and you can’t help yourself. You press his buttons further and you have no idea why, “It happens more often than you think.” 

His hands tighten on the wheel and Seonghwa sighs, “She’s right,” he says, “you really don’t need to get so upset about this.” 

The muscle in Yunho’s jaw tenses and relaxes, and he sighs heavily, “I’m sorry,” he glances up in the mirror to meet your eyes quickly before refocusing on the road, “he just bothered me. I don’t like the way he was talking to you, propositioning you like that.” 

You smile, but Seonghwa says it before you have to, “You mean like we did?” 

“That is completely different,” he protests.

“Is it?” You laugh, “You literally saw me across a bar and took me home. Arguably that’s more cliché,” 

“Alright, alright,” he says, exasperated, and checks his mirror to start merging into his exit lane to get back into their neighborhood of the city. 

“You’re cute when you’re jealous though,” you smile, “I thought you were going to smack that wine glass out of his hand for a second,” 

Seonghwa laughs and looks back at you, “He is,” he agrees. 

Yunho relaxes, letting you both poke fun at him and tries to let the image of Wooyoung inches from you in that dress fade from his mind. He knows you’re right, of course, you weren’t home with Wooyoung, you were with them just like always, but the niggling uncomfortable feeling in his gut just won’t go away. 

It takes another ten minutes to make it to their garage and up to the door of their apartment, but once inside you let out a sigh and slip off your heels, “I’m going to change, and then should we eat something?” 

“You didn’t eat at the party?” Seonghwa cups your cheek. 

“I did,” you assure him, “I just want something more substantial,” 

“I’ll make you something,” he kisses you quickly and starts for the kitchen. 

You smile at Yunho as you pass, and he returns it, loosening his tie and kicking off his own uncomfortable dress shoes. When you come back out to the kitchen you’ve changed, dressed now in soft cream sleep pants and a fitted tank top. Over the past year, you’ve gotten comfortable letting them take care of you. They had told you that on the first night you met, but at the time you had assumed they meant strictly sexually. You certainly didn’t expect a section in their closet and regularly home cooked meals, but they’re surprising like that. 

Seonghwa is still fixing you a small, light meal when you lean on the kitchen bar next to Yunho. There were plans for the night, things you all previously discussed that would be a special treat, but after the little disagreement in the car you’re wondering if Yunho’s still in the mood. 

You lean against his arm, and he glances over, “Hey,” 

“Hey,” you smile.

A beat passes and you watch as Seonghwa clicks off the burner and starts to plate your dinner. You rest your hand on Yunho’s arm, “Are we okay?” 

“Of course, we’re okay,” he answers immediately, “I’m sorry I got short with you,” 

“It’s fine,” you squeeze his upper arm softly, “but I promise there was nothing to worry about, he’s just a flirt.” 

“Mm,” Yunho nods, and you notice the way his fingers tap out a pattern on the bar. You push off the counter and you’re about to move away from him to meet Seonghwa in the main part of the kitchen when Yunho says, “Why did you flirt back if you weren’t going to go home with him?” 

“What?” You look back to him, Seonghwa immediately dropping the pan back on the burner and turning towards the conversation. 

“Why did you? It’s an easy question,” 

“Yunho,” Seonghwa’s voice is firm now, “you’re out of line.” 

“I just,” he sighs and turns towards you fully, standing tall and imposing above you, “I’m just trying to understand.” 

“I’m not having this conversation,” Anger bubbles up inside you and you push past him, but Yunho catches your arm in his hand. 

“I’m sorry,” he says again, “I’m being an ass, I’m sorry,” 

His words slow you down and you let him maneuver you back into his arms. Pressing close you shake your head, “You need to let this go, okay? It was fine at the gallery, but Wooyoung was trying to get under your skin, and now you’re letting him. This kind of jealousy isn’t sexy. It’s…”

“I know,” he insists, “god, I know,” 

“Okay,” you push up on your tiptoes and lean forwards, pressing a kiss to his chest where his shirt is unbuttoned and parted open, “I’m here with you, and there’s nowhere else I would rather be, okay?” 

He wraps his arms around you, dropping his lips to your hair. When you both pull away, he brushes his fingers along your cheek and dips down to kiss you properly, dragging you up against him so that you’re perched on your toes and holding onto his arms for stability. It starts soft, but you feel it when it shifts, his fingers gripping your waist more firmly and his lips parting to better access your mouth, tongue against yours. 

You gasp against his lips when he presses you back two steps and your back connects with the kitchen bar. He slides one hand to hold your back, and drops the other flat on the counter, fingers spread wide to stabilize you both as he kisses you harder, encroaching on your space in every conceivable way. 

His hand moves down, slipping into the waistband of your pants so he can grip the bare skin of your backside, and you release a surprised moan when he squeezes and kneads your plush skin. You break your lips apart, pushing him back a little, and you drink him in. He looks hazy, panting and his eyes blown out. 

“What are you doing?” You hold him, your back aching against the island behind you. 

“I want you,” he dips to kiss you again. 

You press backwards so he can’t quite reach you, “Yunho,” 

It’s clear to you now that he hasn’t quite let the evening go, but with hands on you like this and his hot breath on your cheek, your mind flicks back to the earlier image you had conjured in the gallery. Yunho standing over you, your body bent over a table and your skirt pushed up around your hips. His hand in your hair. Wooyoung’s face flashes next, the idea of him seeing, realizing you could never be his. 

Desire quickens in you, and you swallow hard, “I,” you start to say. 

“I’m starting to feel like I should be a little jealous,” Seonghwa’s voice snaps the spell and Yunho falters back a step. 

“Hwa,” he says, “fuck,” 

You expect the worst, but as you turn you see Seonghwa shake his head, and then he turns to you, “Are you alright?” 

You nod and he sighs, “Do you want to stop?” 

You cut him off with a shake of your head. Seonghwa and Yunho share a look, one you’re not sure you’ve ever seen before. 

“Don’t stop then,” Seonghwa moves towards you both, and your eyes are on him when you feel Yunho tug down your sleep pants and underwear before hoisting you up so that you’re leaning back on the bar countertop, your hips hanging off and fully supported by his arm around you.

“Fuck,” you breath when he pushes your legs open wide and steps between them, his hands working at his trouser zip for a second before he frees himself. 

“Be quiet,” Yunho directs you, and your mouth clamps shut. He strokes his cock to draw himself fully hard, and then sinks two fingers inside your cunt without a word. 

You jerk, gasping at the intrusion, but when he finds you already wet that’s all he needs. He shifts between your thighs, and before you can exhale the breath caught in your chest, he pushes inside you with one firm snap of his hips. 

You weren’t quite ready for him, and the stretch burns. He draws out of you and then back in with another sharp thrust, and a strained noise leaves you, one hand flying to his back to grip onto him. 

He meets your eyes, pausing for a moment and he adjusts to better support your hips in his hands, letting you fall back onto the counter top, your back against the cool stone. His eyes are dark, hair falling in them as he holds you steady on his cock, “Did you want him?” 

“What?” You blink, focusing now on his words. 

“Tell me,” Yunho says, “did you want him?” 

“No,” you shake your head, and he looks down, his eyes studying the place where your bodies connect. 

He thrusts hard, “I don’t believe you,” 

“I didn’t,” you insist, your fingers gripping the granite beneath you for purchase but slipping. 

“I saw you,” he pumps faster, and you watch his mouth drop open at the sensation of your hot channel around him, “I saw how you looked at him,” 

A rush of heat runs up your body at another sharp thrust, the head of his cock now rhythmically stroking that tender place inside you, and you feel the blush erupt across your chest and sweat at your brow. A harsh moan leaves you and you reach for him, but he doesn’t take your hand, “Baby,” you whine, “I didn’t, I promise,” 

He shifts forwards, hovering over you now, and sinks one hand into your hair, tightening against your scalp, “Aren’t we enough?” 

Words don’t come, and it dawns on you that the desperation in his face is real, the fear of you leaving with someone else is palpable. His words sink into your chest and he pants above you, “Don’t we give you everything?” 

“Yes,” you inhale sharply and grip onto his upper arms now that he’s hovering above you, “Yes, baby,”

“You let him touch you,” he drops his head, unable to hold your eyes any longer and you can’t answer him. 

He doesn’t slow his pace, and you arch against him at a shock of pleasure directly up your spine, a breathy moan suddenly on your lips. Your head falls to the side, and you see Seonghwa, leaning on the edge of the counter across from the bar, quiet and watching. You’ve been with them individually now, and always with the other watching, but this feels different. 

Yunho slams his hips forwards and stops suddenly, and you gasp against him, an unexpected whine leaving your throat. He brushes your hair back from your face with his wide palm, bringing your face back to his. He searches your eyes, and you can feel him trembling above you, just a little, “Would you have gone home with him?” 

“No,” you lay your hand softly on his cheek. 

“If we weren’t,” he sighs, “if you weren’t with us, would you have gone home with him?” 

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” your voice is almost a whisper. 

“Say no,” his hands tighten on you, and he starts to move his hips again, slow, and steady. 

You twitch under him at steady pressure on your clit, but hold his eyes, “Yunho, you don’t own me,” you murmur. 

Yunho’s jaw sets tightly, and he pushes off you, his cock sliding out of you as he steps away fully, and you brace yourself on the counter not to fall off the edge and instead ease down. He tucks his still hard length away and refastens his pants before running a hand through his hair and turning on his heel, disappearing down the hallway. The bathroom door slams with a sharp sound and nervous tightness floods your chest. 

“Come here,” Seonghwa’s soft voice murmurs from next to you, and he helps you step back into your sleep pants. 

“Hwa,” you turn to him, emotion tight in your throat, “what is going on with him?” 

“He can be like this,” Seonghwa says, his eyes soft. 

“Can he?” You look towards the dark hallway, barely believing it. 

“When he wants something? Yes,” 

“I don’t understand,” you slump into one of the bar chairs, “he has me, you both do,” 

Seonghwa glances towards the hallway himself, sighing and finally, finally meeting your nervous gaze, “Do we?” 

“How could you ask me that?” The night is officially starting to twist out of control.

“Listen,” he steps forwards and takes your face in his hands, “you know we don’t see anyone else. We love having you here, you know this. But we’ve never asked the same of you,” 

“Oh,” you soften under his hands, his words starting to make sense. 

“We don’t pry, we don’t know where you go every night. It’s not our place to ask,” He clarifies, “but if you think we like the idea of you with another man, let alone seeing you with one?” 

“We were just talking,” You press, “if that’s a problem then we need to have a much different conversation.” 

“Of course, it’s not a problem,” Seonghwa shakes his head, “that’s not at all what I meant,” 

“Please,” you sigh, “then what do you mean?” 

“Do you think you’d like it if Yunho and I saw other women?” Seonghwa asks, trying to explain himself, “If you came to meet us for a date, and you saw us talking to another woman like that?” 

A tightness knots in your stomach, “No,” 

“It’s like that,” he explains, “and we’ve never asked you stop seeing other people, but knowing that you might be is very different than seeing you talking to a man who you could go home with,” 

“I’m not seeing other people,” you say simply, and suddenly he looks relieved. 

“You’re not?” 

“No,” you shake your head, “I haven’t since we started seeing each other more regularly, that’s what… five or six months? You could have just asked me,” 

Seonghwa nods, looking down for a moment before he says, “We didn’t want to ask that of you when we weren’t sure what we could give you,” 

“Seonghwa,” you pull him closer, “I want this, just what we have, but I don’t want it with anyone else.” 

“So tonight,” he trails off. 

“A misunderstanding,” you explain, “Wooyoung is a flirt, and I won’t lie to you and tell you he isn’t good looking or charming, but that’s all,” 

“I’m sorry,” he drops his forehead against yours. 

“You don’t have to be sorry,” 

“I should have stopped things earlier,” he murmurs, “Yunho wasn’t thinking clearly, and he was too rough with you,” 

You shake your head, “I didn’t say stop,” 

“I know, but,”

“But nothing,” you shake your head again, “I wanted him too, but now…” you twist your head and look towards the still quiet hallway, “I should talk to him.” 

“Yeah,” Seonghwa kisses your forehead and steps away, “Go to bed, I’ll wrap the food up for later and be right there,”

“Okay,” you nod. 

In the bedroom you wait, sitting on the edge of the bed and listening to the sound of the shower through the bathroom door. The water is still running when Seonghwa walks into the bedroom, unbuttoning his dress shirt and running a hand through his hair. 

“I’ve never seen him angry,” you murmur to Seonghwa, “what can I do?” 

“Usually, he just works things out for himself,” he replies, “he doesn’t even share it with me most of the time.” 

The sound of running water cuts off and you reach for Seonghwa. He comes closer and sits on the edge of the bed with you. 

“This is weird,” you shift to push him back a bit, sitting between his open legs and pulling his arms to wrap around your torso, “that’s better,” 

Seonghwa smiles, hugging you to his chest and kissing your bare shoulder, “Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” you rest a hand on his thigh. Not touching him feels worse than anything, and now you’re so used to always having your hands on each other when you’re here, the centering calm of their warm skin on yours. Sitting next to him, passive, with space between you is foreign and cold. 

Seonghwa holds you, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as you both wait. When the bathroom door finally opens, you sit up and Seonghwa follows suit, his arms loosening but not leaving you. 

Yunho's hair is wet and messy, and his skin is mostly dry except for the beads of water that still hang on his bare shoulders, a white towel hangs low around his hips. When he sees both of you on the bed waiting, he pauses. 

His voice is gruff, and he clears his throat, “Hey,” 

“Hi, baby,” you murmur, “are you okay?” 

His brows knit together, “Yeah,” he sighs, “I should be asking you that.” 

“I’m fine,” you dismiss, “I’m not upset,” 

Yunho’s eyes flick from yours to his husband’s and you feel Seonghwa nod behind you. You reach for Yunho, open palm extended and he moves to you and takes your hand in his. 

“Can I be honest with you?” You ask him, giving his hand a squeeze. 

“Always,” 

“You’re scaring me a little,” 

His expression drops, “What?” 

“I understand how you feel,” you tell him, “but you can’t ever accuse me of something like that again because you’re angry. I have never and would never do something like that to you.” 

His cheeks go pink, his ears heating red with embarrassment and he drops his eyes, “I’m so sorry,” 

“Come here, please,” you tug his hand down and he drops down, kneeling in front of you to rest between your knees, and you interlace your fingers with his. You stroke the back of his hand with your thumb, “Seonghwa helped me understand,” 

“He did?” Yunho meets his husband’s eyes, and you can see the nervous swell of emotion there. 

“I’m not seeing other men,” you say it clearly, simply, and Yunho’s gaze snaps back to yours, “I haven’t for a long time. I have no interest in sleeping with or dating anyone else. I want to be with you and Hwa, for as long as it feels right for all of us. I love being with you both, and I would never, ever hurt either one of you like that.” 

“Oh,” he can’t think of anything to say, but he lays a hand on your thigh warmly, giving it a squeeze. 

“Men are going to flirt with me sometimes,” you continue, “and that’s all it is.” 

He nods, and Seonghwa unwinds a hand from around you to rest on Yunho’s forearm. Yunho swallows hard and nods again, “I’m sorry, for everything I said,” he kisses the back of your hand, “you didn’t deserve any of it, sweetheart, and I’m sorry.” 

“Thank you,” you murmur, your voice small, and you feel Seonghwa exhale behind you. 

A beat passes and then you squeeze his hand again, “Yunho,” 

He looks up to you, holding your gaze as you pull his hand forwards and press it to the waistband of your pants. His eyes flick down and you see the question is his gaze, “Will you take care of me tonight?” 

Seonghwa loosens his hold and slips his hands to hold your waist, fingertips sliding along your bare skin, and you drop back against his chest.

Yunho looks hesitant for a moment, “Are you sure?” 

“Please,” you nod, “I want you both, I want to show you what you mean to me,” 

Yunho shakes his head slightly, “You don’t have to do that, I was wrong, not you,” 

“No,” you pull him closer between your legs and he comes up off his heels so he can meet you eye to eye, “I want to.” You brush your hand along his jaw, “You didn’t even know I stopped seeing other people… I clearly haven’t shown you much I,” the word catches in your throat and suddenly you swallow it back, it’s something you can’t tell them. You’re together, yes, but the love that exists is between them. It was here before you and it will be here after you, and the night had been hard enough without adding your emotions into the mix. You recover smoothly, “How much I care about you.” 

Yunho nods, and Seonghwa presses his lips to your temple before he says, “We’ll show you too,” 

Yunho’s fingers dip into the waistband of your pants, keeping his eyes on you as he slips them back off while Seonghwa maneuvers your shirt off over your head. Yunho pulls you forwards into a kiss, tender and slow, his hands coasting up and down your bare thighs. 

Behind you, Seonghwa unbuttons the rest of his shirt and tosses it aside. “Lie back,” he runs a hand up your spine and you comply, separating your lips from Yunho’s. Seonghwa widens his legs, and Yunho understands immediately where this is going, gently taking each of your legs and hooking them over Seonghwa’s thighs, holding you open wide for him. 

“Here we go,” Seonghwa soothes, leaning back onto a forearm into a reclined position, “how’s that?” 

He’s always so attentive, warm and concerned for your comfort, and you smile, “Perfect,” 

“Baby,” Seonghwa says, directed to Yunho, “take care of our pretty girl, will you?” 

His words make you twitch against him and Seonghwa hums against your back. Yunho shifts forwards, dipping down low to kiss along your inner thighs, his teeth dragging along your sensitive flesh lightly and making your legs quiver. 

He traces a finger along your slit, teasing gently and earning little pants and sighs from your lips. As Yunho teases, the softest brushes of his finger tip on your clit, Seonghwa reaches around with one arm and cups your breast, holding it in his warm palm. 

“Please, don’t tease me,” you look down between your legs at Yunho. He smiles, leaning back immediately at your words and you clench. He runs a hand through his wet hair to push it out of his eyes and sinks deeper into his position kneeling between your open  legs. It’s moments like this you savor, the anticipation of the night to come bubbling in your chest and the way they look at you. It’s the most honest thing you’ve ever had. 

“Don’t tease you?” Yunho’s lip quirks up, his hand falling away from your core. 

He wants you to whine, he wants to watch you breathless and desperate and aching for something inside you, and he drops his hands into his lap, ready to make you. 

“Hmm,” Seonghwa hums from behind you, the vibrations from his deep tone echoing through you, “I said take care of her,” 

“I know,” Yunho says, his eyes still locked on yours. 

“She needs something to touch her,” Seonghwa sighs, now shifting to tease you too, “look at how needy our pretty girl is,” 

Your hips jerk at his words, fingers tightening on whatever part of Seonghwa you can hold, and Yunho smiles, nodding, “Should we ask her what she wants? Or should we just give it to her?” 

A quiet whine slips from your lips and Seonghwa kisses your temple softly, “We know what she needs,” 

“Please,” the word a whisper. 

Seonghwa slides his hand from your breast, coasting down your stomach and stroking the skin softly, “I didn’t hear you, darling,” 

“Please,” you manage, a little louder, “Hwa, please touch me,” 

“Very good,” he soothes, and he presses down with his fingers, sinking into your wet folds and parting them perfectly, his fingers rocking against your clit with a perfect and sudden rhythm. 

Your hips draw back at the sudden sensation, moaning, and your hand slips off Seonghwa’s thigh to brace against the bed. Seonghwa doesn’t stop, and you shudder, the way that Yunho’s eyes darken as he watches knotting up a tense cord of sensation in your core. 

Yunho bites his lower lip, an unconscious response as you writhe before him, and shifts his hand over the towel around his hips, parting it and starting to stroke his hardening cock. His eyes flick between Seonghwa’s hand on your warm core and your face, his hand working a steady rhythm to match Seonghwa’s. 

“Such pretty little noises,” Seonghwa sighs, increasing the pressure of his fingers, and you inhale sharply, your hips jutting against his hand for the perfect pace. 

“Fuck it,” Yunho dives forwards, pushing your legs apart further with his sure hands on your thighs, and licks a firm stripe up your slit, catching against Seonghwa’s fingers as he does before shifting lower on his knees to better position himself, devouring you. 

You jerk back again, pressing hard against Seonghwa’s chest, your legs starting to quiver as you rapidly plunge to the edge of orgasm. You lock a hand in Yunho’s hair and he groans against you, his hands tightening almost painfully on your inner thighs. “Don’t stop,” you plead, “please, please, don’t stop,” 

“We’ve got you,” Seonghwa’s voice is deep and steady in your ear and you pant out a moan. 

You’re close, dangerously so, and at the sudden push of two of Yunho’s fingers inside of you, long and crooked up just right, your muscles flutter around him and you release, hard and shaking with a dizzy cry. Yunho pumps his fingers in and out of you steadily as you come, slowing down alongside Seonghwa when he knows you’re almost through it. 

Your chest is heaving, and as your sensation comes back to you, all you can feel is their hands on your skin and the way they lovingly stroke it. Yunho has relaxed his grip on your legs, and he leans his cheek against your inner thigh, sighing against your skin and pressing a quick kiss to your flesh. 

“There you are,” Seonghwa smiles, laughing a little, “I was afraid we broke you,” 

You shake your head, but still can’t quite come up with anything to say. Yunho grins up at you, “We might have,” 

They give you a few more moments, but eventually Yunho stands, stretching tall and the towel falls away from his hips. He reaches for you, carefully lifting you off of Seonghwa’s lap and putting you down on your feet, and you hold his biceps to catch your balance. 

Seonghwa stands up behind you both, crossing to the other side of the bed, “Come and lie down for us, love,” 

You shift back onto the bed, crawling across to where he’s standing. Seonghwa finally takes off the rest of his clothes, tossing them aside and he moves back to you, his cock red, straining, and aching to be touched. You settle on all fours at the edge of the bed, licking your lips and looking up at him with hooded eyes, “Like this?” 

He shakes his head though, a small smile on his lips, pleased that you’re so ready and willing to relax into whatever they want you to be. “Let’s get you comfortable,” he brushes his hand along your cheek, his hands guiding you where he wants you, “lie back,” 

He positions you flat on your back, the crown of your head at the edge of the bed. You’ve only done this position with them a handful of times, the first time a little terrifying when you ran out of air and spent fifteen minutes soothing your abused throat, both of them worried they had done too much. But you tried again, and after the third time you worked out a rhythm with them. 

Yunho follows you onto the bed, and you lift your hips up when he presents you with the angled foam cushion that usually stays stowed under the bed. He tucks it under you, and the three of you move in sync to slide you so that your head is hanging off the edge of the mattress and your hips are lifted up and supported just right. 

“Good?” Seonghwa checks, looking down at you. 

“Mhm,” you nod, “let me just,” you shift a little on the cushion, and then nod again. 

Yunho’s hands coast up your legs, massaging your pressure points a little, and then lifts your legs high. Holding your calves, he shifts forwards further and settles into a comfortable kneeling position, his hips now perfectly aligned with yours. He rests your legs up on his shoulders, and then looks down at you, squeezing one of your thighs in his broad hand. “Perfect,” he murmurs. 

“Yunho,” you sigh, “come here,” 

He pushes his hips forwards, the head of his cock pressed against your entrance. Your eyes flutter shut, and you let your head hang, your hands curling into the sheets underneath you and gripping them. He pushes in little by little, taking his time with you now, a little more gentle than normal and you suspect that has something to do with the way he fucked you in the kitchen. 

You whine when he seats himself all the way, his body pressed flush with yours, and he groans tightly when he thrusts once, dropping his hands to hold you better, one hand on your hip and one around your opposite leg. 

“Hwa,” he nods to his husband. 

Seonghwa lifts your head with his hand, and you open your mouth readily, tongue pressed to the bottom of your mouth and relaxing your throat open. He positions himself and as you take a centering breath, he slides his cock through your lips, over your tongue, down your throat. He gives you a moment, making sure you’re comfortable, but when you tap his thigh to tell him you’re ready, he can’t hold back any longer. 

Seonghwa moves first, picking up the pace of his thrusts fast. Your eyes squeeze shut so you can concentrate, tears gathering in the corners already from the overstimulation and limited air supply, but you breathe slowly in and out through your nose and keep your throat relaxed. You almost forget Yunho is inside you, you’re so focused on Seonghwa's thick length stretching open your throat. When Yunho draws his hips back and you feel the sensation of him dragging out of you, you make a muffled moan. 

Yunho’s slower, but picks up the pace, and the sensation of his cockhead steadily stroking over your g-spot again and again has you moaning more, the sound cut off and garbled by Seonghwa’s cock. 

“That’s our good girl,” Yunho’s voice is warm, honeyed and kind, despite the firm strike of his hips against yours now. 

“Yes, she is,” Seonghwa slips his hand into your hair, bracing the back of your head as he continues fucking your throat, “so pretty taking us both,” 

You whine at his words, hands tight in the sheets. 

“Do you like being ours to use, baby?” Seonghwa groans as he feels the head of his cock connect with the soft spongy back of your throat, and the way it tightens at his words. 

A hot flush runs through your body, a blush spreading up your chest and cheeks, and warm pleasure tightens in your belly. The sensations are overwhelming. Yunho’s hands holding you firm, the way your body stretches and shudders around his cock, Seonghwa’s crooning words, his praise at the way you’re offering yourself to him. 

You feel yourself cresting again, dizzy and hot suddenly, and you tap Seonghwa’s thigh a few times in quick succession. He pulls out of your mouth quickly, still holding your head steady, and a desperate cry falls from your lips unobstructed. You blink up at Yunho, “Harder,” you beg him, as if you can almost reach out and touch your pleasure, only needing a little more, “please,” 

He’s panting, a glisten of sweat across his chest, and he twists his head to the side to kiss your calf before he tightens his hold and draws out, forcefully pushing back inside you and knocking you back on the cushion as he does. 

“Fuck,” you moan, “I’m close,” 

Seonghwa drops to a crouch, holding your head steady in his hand so you don’t have to support yourself and kissing your head, “What a mess he’s making of you,” he says, low and pointed in your ear. 

“Oh god,” your body is trembling despite the way you’re held in place, and your mouth drops open. 

“Fuck,” Yunho groans, still thrusting into you, hips crashing against yours like a drumbeat, “fuck, baby,” 

With your eyes on Yunho and Seonghwa murmuring in your ear, your body locks up. You curl forwards, twisting on the bed with the sudden rush of pleasure and Yunho slips his cock free, letting you pull away from him. You’re shaking when he eases his legs off your shoulders, and you look to him immediately. He’s still rock hard, glistening with your slick arousal but still desperate and straining. Both of them still need to come, and despite being a shuddering mess, you want them again. 

Yunho rocks back and out of his kneeling crouch, stretching his legs out long in front of him and you watch him make a slight wince from his knees being bent for so long. Yunho relaxes against the pillows and smiles over at you. Seonghwa strokes your cheek once more, and then moves to settle next to Yunho on the bed, laying long next to him, his still hard cock resting on his husband’s thigh. 

If you had to guess, after the evening you had earlier, they probably both assume you aren’t going to want to try something new, but you do. You’ve wanted them both for months now. You pull yourself up and sigh, a laugh on your lips as you realize just how fucked out you must look. 

“Doing okay?” Seonghwa checks, always wary after taking you so roughly. 

You clear your throat, and though it feels a little tight, you’re fine. You smile and nod, “I’m good,” 

Yunho swallows, and opens his mouth to say something but you’ve already started to move forwards, pulling yourself up on his chest and meeting eye to eye. He chuckles and runs a hand up your bare back, “Hey, sweetheart,” 

“Hey,” you kiss him softly. 

“What are you thinking?” He smiles, “You have a look,” 

“Let’s try,” You murmur, pecking his lips again and reaching for Seonghwa. 

Yunho’s hand stills and he pulls away to get a better look at you, “Tonight?” 

You shrug, trying to keep things light despite the nervous flutter inside you, “Yeah, I mean, that was the plan,” 

Yunho still seems hesitant but Seonghwa leans in and captures your lips, kissing you tenderly and tracing his fingers across your bare skin, “If you’re ready,” 

You nod, and when both of you shift to look at Yunho, he sighs. He’s always been a bit nervous about both of them fucking you at the same time, concious that it might be uncomfortable or even hurt, but you know you’ll be fine. After months of getting comfortable size training with plugs and experimenting with them both, it’s just a matter of you all saying yes at the same time. 

Yunho nods and Seonghwa smiles, hopping up off the bed so he can go to his nightstand and locate a bottle of lubricant. Yunho positions himself a little better, reclined with his legs wide, but still largely seated against the headboard, and then he pats his thigh. 

You move to straddle him, holding yourself up on your knees and sinking down onto his cock again, shuddering at the full feeling. 

“Let’s take our time,” Seonghwa says as he climbs back on the bed and settles behind you, both of you now effectively straddling Yunho’s hips. 

You nod, turning to look over your shoulder, “So… how should we do this?” 

Seonghwa drops a kiss on your shoulder, “Don’t be nervous,” he wraps his arms around you, tucking you into his chest tenderly and settles his hands over your stomach. “You’re trembling,” he observes.

Yunho’s hands run up the length of your thighs, back up and down to calm you, “We’ll take care of you,” he soothes, “we always do.” 

“I know,” you murmur, and let your head fall back against Seonghwa’s shoulder. 

“Hwa,” Yunho looks over you to his husband, “she needs a little warming up,” 

You nod, and Seonghwa kisses your skin again, “Touch her, make sure she’s wet,” he kisses you again, “I’ll do the rest,” 

The hold you, pliable between them, and you can do nothing but let them. Yunho presses his thumb to your swollen clit and starts to rock it in circles, groaning a little when your walls contract in response on his cock inside you. Seonghwa spends time kissing you, his breath tickling your skin as he sucks softly on your neck, one hand moving up so he can flick your nipple slowly. 

You gasp, your body jerking lightly on its own, bouncing only an inch or so up on Yunho, but he nods, “That’s good, you can move,” 

With slow movements you start to lift yourself up and sink back down, fluttering warmth through your body and getting you fully accustomed to his size in this new position. You stay like this for a few moments, Yunho groaning softly below you, Seonghwa tenderly caressing your skin. 

You barely catch the look they give each other, but then Seonghwa leans back from you and Yunho reaches up, “Come here, baby,” he murmurs, pushing your hair over your shoulder as you lean over him. Yunho kisses you, tongue flicking against yours while he holds you steady. 

Seonghwa cups your ass with one hand and squeezes, kneading your soft flesh gently with soothing touches. You make a noise of surprise against Yunho’s lips when Seonghwa finally presses his fingertip to the tight ring of muscle between your cheeks. 

“Just relax,” Seonghwa pets you softly, “we’ve done this part before,” 

You sigh, dropping your head to Yunho’s chest, “I know, I’m good,” 

Seonghwa’s slow, practiced at making sure you feel no pain and you’re properly worked open before he even thinks about fucking you. His fingers are coated in warming lubricant and by the time he’s inserted two inside you and started to scissor them, you’re panting, “Please, I’m ready,” 

“Okay,” Seonghwa kisses your shoulder, “You feel good?” 

“Mm,” you nod against Yunho’s chest and he strokes his hand through your hair. 

Seonghwa shifts behind you and you hear him uncap the bottle of lubricant again, when he shuffles close the head of his cock brushes against your ass cheek and you inhale sharply. You’re starting to feel desperate. Seonghwa strokes your hip, calm and steady, and before you know it the head of his cock is pushing inside you. You gasp against Yunho, your fingers tightening on him at the surprising sensation. 

“There we go,” Seonghwa says softly, sliding in another inch, “how about now?” 

“More,” you nod, “you feel amazing,” 

Yunho chuckles below you, “That good?” 

“You have no idea,” you groan as Seonghwa moves again, this time pushing more, and he must be nearly all the way inside you now. 

“Fuck,” he breathes behind you, his hand suddenly tight on your hips. 

“Are you okay?” You glance back, but the expression on Seonghwa’s face is nothing but pure pleasure. 

“You’re so tight,” he groans again as he thrusts his cock just a little more, “Yunho… you’re,” 

“I know,” Yunho lets out a deep exhale and you shift around to look up at him. 

“Does it feel different for you too?” 

Yunho can only nod, biting his lip when Seonghwa finally thrusts again, this time fully pressed inside you and choke out a sudden moan, pulled from somewhere deep inside you at the sudden buzzing sensation in your belly. 

“Still good?” Seonghwa checks, his voice strained. 

“Yes, fuck yes,” 

“Thank fuck,” Yunho manages, “this is too good,” 

“I need somebody to move,” your hips shift back as if to draw them both deeper and they both make their own little noises of surprised pleasure. 

“You first,” Yunho says to Seonghwa, “let’s see if that still feels good,” 

You lean up, perched on Yunho’s chest, and Seonghwa kisses your shoulder once again before leaning back and starting to thrust. The first drag of his cock out and back in has you dizzy already, you’ve never felt so full. Combined like this they have your body stretched wide, but you can take it, and with every movement your muscles start to relax further. 

“Yunho,” your voice a tight whine. 

His eyes flick back to your face, “Baby?”

“I need you,”

“Are you,” 

“Don’t ask me if I’m sure,” your voice caught in a moan, “please just fuck me,” 

The switch flips instantly, “Hwa, stop,” 

“Why?” You blink your eyes open. 

Seonghwa stops moving but Yunho smiles at you, “Come here, hold yourself up a bit,” he prompts you and with his help you shift your hips higher. Yunho plants his feet on the bed and uses the leverage to pulse up once, an experimental thrust at this angle and you grip his shoulders. 

“Stay just like that for me,” Yunho holds your waist, his gaze darkening and he smiles up at you, “be a good girl and we’ll give you everything,” 

Seonghwa pants pleasantly behind you, humming a soft moan and as your eyes flutter shut they start to work in tandem. If you thought you were stretched before, full before, anything at all before this sensation, you were wrong. You almost lose your grip on Yunho and fall forwards but he won’t let you go. 

“I always knew you could take us,” Seonghwa groans, “but feeling it?” 

You mumble, incoherent words caught in pleasure. 

“Look at you,” Yunho reaches to cup your face, his thumb flicking along your bottom lip where your mouth hangs open, “You were made for us,” 

Hot pleasure expands inside you, the feeling rising up your chest and into your throat and your body trembles between them, sweat slick now and aching but you never want this to end. His words pull another whining cry and his brows knit together as they fuck you. 

“This little body,” he pants, “molded just for us,” 

“Yunho!” your hands tighten on his chest. 

The pace increases, and that’s when it all falls apart inside you. It feels suddenly like tumbling, like you were building up to a perfect pressure and then a snap cracks apart inside you, a weightless blurry feeling to your limbs and a sudden heat flooding up your cheeks.

“I’m going to come,” you hear Seonghwa groan behind you as your muscles lock down around them. 

Yunho locks his hand over his husband’s where it’s anchored on your hip, “Fuck yes, baby, fill up our girl,” 

When Seonghwa comes it’s with a hard thrust, pushing you forwards on Yunho and only extending your orgasm, leaving you shaking, quivering and confused. Your ears are ringing, and when Seonghwa pulls out of you with a groan the sound that leaves you is panicked and tight. 

“Shh,” Yunho murmurs, soothing you. 

With Seonghwa shifting away, Yunho holds you to his chest and rolls you over smoothly, keeping himself locked inside you as he does. On your back your legs fall open, your muscles spent, and he kisses you again, Seonghwa moving to lay next to you both. 

“I can’t,” everything feels fuzzy, your orgasm leaving you tender and raw. 

“Come here, my love,” Yunho murmurs, holding you close as he rolls his hips into you at a slower pace. 

He’s never called you that before, and through the fog you meet his eyes, shining and warm. Seonghwa shifts closer, reaching between you to cup your cheek. “Our beautiful girl,” he sighs. 

Yunho grunts at a particularly forward thrust and catches your eyes again, “Can I have you?” He must be close, but the slow pace he’s keeping up for your comfort isn’t enough, and you nod quickly. 

“Always,” you manage, “I’m yours,” 

His eyes snap shut and he drops over you, fucking you faster and finding the right friction for himself. You hold on, gripping him tightly and Seonghwa shifts, kissing Yunho’s arm, his shoulder, stroking his back and tenderly coaxing him to release.

“You’re ours,” Yunho pants in your ear, and you shudder against him, “you belong to us, baby,”

You nod against him, “Yes, yes,” you’re overstimulated but still feeling lights of pleasure up your spine and you moan, biting your lip and your eyes slipping shut. 

“Say it,” he begs you, “please,” 

His words from earlier echo through your mind - Aren’t we enough? 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your lips against his ear, “I’m yours, I belong to you, baby. Only you,” 

He comes with a stuttered cry, falling over you, his cheek against the mattress next to your head, breath shuddering. His weight on top of you quickly becomes too much and you tap his side. Yunho shifts off, pulling his now softening cock free, and for the first time you feel a chill, utterly empty at the loss of them. 

Seonghwa notices your expression immediately, sliding down the bed and finding your eyes, “Are you alright?” 

You nod, and emotion catches in your throat, “Yes, but will you hold me please?” 

Yunho shifts around at the tone of your voice, and they both move in, cradling your body between them. 

Yunho strokes your hair, “What’s wrong, my love?” The first time you weren’t sure you heard it right, but you must have. You’ve only ever heard him call Seonghwa that. 

You push those feelings to the side for a moment and snuggle into Seonghwa’s chest, tugging Yunho’s hand so he’ll come closer and spoon you better from behind. “I just feel like I need you close,” you try to explain, “it was so much and then you weren’t there,” 

“We are,” Seonghwa hugs you closer, “I promise you we are,” 

You rest like this. It takes time for the feeling to come back to your body and for your mind to come through the fog, for the emotions that suddenly welled up to recede again. Seonghwa’s humming softly when you stop drifting in and out of sleep, his fingers in your hair. 

You sigh heavily against his chest, and Yunho shifts behind you, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you. “Baby?” 

“Hi,” you breathe, and you kiss Seonghwa’s chest before you roll to your back between them. 

“How are you?” Seonghwa asks first. 

“Exhausted,” you smile, “but that was so perfect,” 

“Good,” Seonghwa kisses your palm and goes back to playing with your fingers gently, “we should get you washed up and get some food in you,” 

“Mm,” you stretch, testing out your limbs and the little aches of your body, “I don’t think I’ll ever make it out of this bed,” 

Yunho grins, “Come on, I’ll even keep you company,” he kisses you quick and stands, holding out a hand for you. 

Seonghwa sighs, “I’m going to warm up dinner again, I’ll shower after you.” 

“Oh,” You twist to look at him, “you’re not coming?” 

“I can,” he smiles, “do you want me to?” 

“Please,” 

Behind you the sound of the shower turns on and you know Yunho is warming up the water for you like he always does. Seonghwa touches your cheek softly, and pulls himself out of bed to locate his boxers, “I’ll tell you what, I’ll go preheat the oven and put the dinner in, and then I’ll come meet you in the shower. Is that okay?” 

“Yeah,” you sigh, “that’s good. I just want to be together tonight,” 

“I know,” he says, “I won’t take long, I promise.”

“Shower’s ready,” Yunho calls, and you stretch your tired limbs to stand and meet him. Your body feels sore, but in a good way. 

You meet Yunho in the bathroom, and he brings you up for a kiss, stroking your cheek gently before moving back the shower curtain and helping you step in. He dips you back into the warm spray, taking care with you as he scrubs you clean, somewhat of a post-coital ritual now in your lives. 

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he says quietly. 

“Yunho,” you rest a hand on his chest, “you don’t have to apologize again,” 

“I know,” he nods, “but I still never should have spoken to you that way, treated you that way. I was jealous, and I let it get to me,” 

You nod, rubbing his chest softly, feeling his heart thumping under your hand, “It’s okay,” 

“It’s not,” he shakes his head, “and I’m not normally like that. I don’t like that side of me, but when it comes to people I love, I don’t always make the best judgment calls.” 

The word hangs there between you, and he doesn’t even know he’s said it. He reaches for the shampoo like nothing, but you’re frozen, a knot tight in your gut. He glances and sees your expression, tipping some of the shampoo in his hand, “What?” 

“You love me?” 

His eyes widen, realizing his mistake, “I didn’t mean to say it like that,” he swallows tightly and nods, “but yes,” 

Tears prick at the back of your eyes suddenly, “What about Hwa?” 

Yunho grins, laughing at your terrified expression, “We both love you,” 

“You do?” 

“Yes,” he drops the bottle, letting the water wash his hand clean and pulling you in, “We weren’t sure when to tell you,”

“But what about,” you pull his hand to yours, your finger running over his ring.

“We’ll figure it out,” he shrugs, “none of that matters, we feel how we feel.” 

You dip forwards and rest your head on his chest, he wraps his arms around you snugly and sighs. “Yunho,” you murmur, “I love you too,” 

He kisses your head sinking into your touch, the nervous knot in his own gut dissipating with your words. A quiet knock sounds on the wall by the shower and Seonghwa’s voice floats in with the steam, “Can I come in?” 

“Yep,” Yunho’s voice cracks above you, and for a split second you think there might have been tears in his eyes but he clears his throat and recovers well if there were. Seonghwa steps in, relaxing into the hot spray and looks at you both. 

“What did I miss?” he looks between you. 

You can’t help but grin, they love you. Seonghwa’s warm round eyes assess you and he smiles, still trying to work it out, “What’s with you?” 

Yunho opens his mouth to cut in, but you get there first, “I love you.” 

Seonghwa stills, eyes flicking to his husband and then back to you.

“It’s okay,” Yunho rests a hand on his arm, “I told her,” 

You step closer, wrapping an arm around Seonghwa and tucking in close, “He told me you love me, that you both do,” 

“Oh,” he wraps his arms around you, “well then,” his voice a whisper.

Yunho rests a hand on your back, dipping down to kiss Seonghwa softly, an apology in his expression at the timing but it barely matters. Seonghwa had thought about planning something special, but in the end if you were together that was surely enough. He murmurs his love low in your ear, pulling you up for a kiss and holding you close. 

Under the warm water, both of your boys wrap themselves around you. Breathing steadily together and intertwining your fingers, hot kisses saying everything you’re not sure how to put into words yet. They give you dinner like always, and brush out your hair. They cuddle and caress you and each other on the couch later as you relax, and then ask you about your work week ahead. They spoon you in bed, and ease you asleep, just like always, and in the morning you know for sure, you’re staying for good this time. 

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