seonghwazia

[seonghwazia]

title: siren eyes

contents: skater! yunho x drummer! reader. smut, mild angst; college au, skater au, enemies to lovers au, reader is afab, seventeen’s hip hop unit makes an appearance. warnings: profanities, mentions of drug usage, consumption of alcohol. nsfw, switch! yunho, dom! reader, whining, use of pet names (puppy, pretty boy), praise and degradation, edging, begging, oral (m and f receiving), humiliation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (pls do not practice this) and more :| i am gone.

summary: typical enemies to lovers; he gets jealous, and you decide to fuck him.

word count: 3.8k

note: happy (late) yuyu day! if y’all go feral, blame @hwasrie for this! he chose all the prompts (smut, enemies to lovers and hate sex)! bet y’all thought i was gonna write fluff HA i actually was. then my husband went and gave me these prompts so… welp, the love of my life gets what he wants :] i also put my whole meiussy into this so god forbid it flops

taglist: @yunhoflrtz​​ @tohokuu​ @wooyoung-a​ @ateezinmymind

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[seonghwazia]

Hwaberry Chapstick (J.YH + P.SH)

Jeong Yunho spent his entire childhood falling in love with Park Seonghwa, and a fraction of the time falling out of love as an adult. Years later, how come it feels like he's never moved on? (Spoiler alert: he hasn't).

⋆song recommendation ⋮ mist - ateez ⋆word count ⋮ 14.8k+

⋆Pairings ⋮ seonghwa x yunho ⋆Genre ⋮ Smut/Angst/Romance/Love/BL ⋆Rating ⋮ 18+ (minors DNI) (Warnings after the break.)

Warnings | explicit smut, explicit language, heavy angst, drama, a sad yunho, a sad seonghwa, oral (receiving + giving), unprotected sex without it being talked about, cream pie, pet names such as ‘baby’ and ‘pretty’, sadness, so much sadness.

Part I.

~ Seventh Grade. ~

Yunho had an average childhood. 

His entire youth, he’d experienced the normalcy of a father, mother, and younger brother living together happily under the same roof of a neat yet homely house. Yunho’s room may have been the messiest, though, with dirty clothes that didn’t promptly make their way to the hamper, or crumpled up sheets of homework messily stacked on his desk and dresser. Empty water bottles and cans of Sprite had taken on their role of decoration, Yunho completely unbothered that they were there. Though, sometimes he’d come home from school to find that his mom had taken the motherly role of cleaning up after him. Despite his selective inability to clean up after himself, he was still a good kid. His homework was always done, good grades were earned in school, and his chores were completely semi-regularly. 

Yunho considered himself quite lucky to live in such a nice place, albeit a small town, surrounded by a loving family and loyal friends he’d had since he’d been enrolled into pre-school. He’d even had a girlfriend - once - but that hadn’t worked out. Yunho didn’t even remember liking her, just that he was flattered that somebody could ever have a crush on him, and he’d agreed to whatever form of pre-pubescent dating had occurred. She had been super nice, he could remember, very pretty even. 

But his heart had never fluttered around her. 

Having just been a kid, he was too nervous to break up - that was such an adult thing to do, after all. Not that dating somebody was. Not even close. So when he found out that his dad had been reassigned within the company, requiring that the family move clear across South Korea, he’d been a little relieved for the cowardly way out. Although it was bittersweet, having to say goodbye to all of his friends, at least he wouldn’t have to face that girl's frown, or even worse, her tears. 

He couldn’t handle that responsibility. 

So after their move, in the middle of seventh grade, Yunho had to start fresh. Find new friends that he could click with, friends that he could study with, and hang out with. To help him shift from being the new kid to just being Yunho. 

Enter Park Seonghwa. 

Park Seonghwa was a year older than him, beautiful in a way that made his heart flutter, beautiful in a way Yunho ignored because he was fearful of what acknowledging it could mean. Seonghwa was kind, he symbolized everything good in the world - at least in Yunho’s world. Although the older was in a grade above him, they still managed to see each other often during school hours, eating lunch together as if it had become a routine. Well, it had been a routine, one Yunho was sure not to break. 

Countless times had Yunho gone home for the day, diving onto his bed face first and kicking his feet around in a happy tantrum at something cute the other had either said or done. 

Cue, a list of things Seonghwa would do that would drive Yunho to the point of madness:

Tucking his lengthy black locks behind his ear. 

Hyperfixate on the way his food was arranged on his plate, especially the way his lashes would fan across high cheekbones as he looked down at said food. 

How large his eyes would get when he looked at Yunho, deep and black, sparkling as if he was hoarding the entire galaxy in there. 

How he had to look up at Yunho every time they talked. 

The perky way Seongha’s backpack sat on his shoulders. 

How Seonghwa breathed grace and poise without even trying. 

How soft his voice was, as if Yunho could cradle it as if it were a baby. 

The way he always smelled like generic body soap. Not coincidentally Yunho’s favorite scent. 

His strawberry chapstick - cutely renamed to Hwaberry chapstick.

And if Yunho was sure of anything, these things he admired so much did not mean he wanted to be him, only alluding to other conclusions. 

~ Eighth Grade. ~

The next year was, quite honestly, one of the worst years Yunho had ever experienced in his entire life. Not that anything particularly bad happened. That had been the year Seonghwa had moved onto secondary school, leaving Yunho behind - always a year behind. Always slow to catch up, yet eager to know Seonghwa is waiting at the finish line. At least, he’d been hopeful for that part. 

Before summer break had started at the end of the last school year, Yunho had been dumb enough to not ask for some way to contact his best friend, and while he’d many many other friends, none of them were quite like his pretty, soft-spoken, kind friend that always shared his fresh fruit and strawberry chapstick. At some point, Yunho had realized that his lips were never actually chapped, he’d just been obsessed with knowing what Seonghwa’s lips tasted like. 

With that being said, eighth grade blew. 0/10. Yunho would absolutely not recommend - well, maybe he would recommend it to his worst enemy. Then again, Choi Jongho seemed to have thrived that year. So no, he wouldn’t even recommend it to his worst enemy. 

~ Ninth Grade. ~

Yunho’s long neck had stretched even longer as he searched the sea of students for familiar high cheekbones and full, luscious lips. Yunho had spent an entire year thinking about those lips, and he’d be damned if he never saw them again. Looking around had been easier than it would have been the year before, given his growth spurt, gracing him as one of the tallest students in the school. Following was a memory that Yunho would never forget; the way Seonghwa’s face lit up as the two of them made eye contact, and Yunho knew without a doubt that his best friend had recognized him immediately, taking absolutely no time to sift through the crowd to capture him in the most mind-numbing hug. 

Yunho realized at that moment that he would have preferred a kiss, but a hug would suffice. 

Everything after that epiphany had changed for Yunho, as if he’d dawned his first pair of glasses after a lifetime of annoyingly blurry vision. 

Each and every one of Seonghwa’s touches meant something more to him. More time spent glancing at the other while they weren’t looking. Every stick of strawberry chap stolen, pocketed under the guise of innocent borrow, just to end in shameless theft. Smelling said chapstick as he did what typical teenage boys do. 

This had been the year Yunho learned Seonghwa didn’t have a dad - the boy living with just his mom, not much more family in his life besides that. Not that his father had died or anything - worse in fact - he’d left them for an entirely new family. Yunho also realized that Seonghwa struggled with getting close to people, afraid to be abandoned once more. 

At the end of the school year, Yunho was smart enough to get his number. Even if they’d be in the same school once the next school year started, Yunho wasn’t willing to risk another summer with radio silence. 

~ Tenth Grade. ~

The summer prior had been spent with long nights hidden under his comforter, up at ungodly hours as he texted Seonghwa all night, only for one of them to stop responding once they’d fallen asleep. Exchanging light things from jokes, music, tv shows, and their favorite things to deeper subjects such as hopes, dreams, and fears. This had been when Yunho’s assumption of Seonghwa’s walls had been confirmed, his heart shattering at how the one he cared for so deeply lived such a guarded life. 

Though they hadn’t seen each other all summer, their interactions solely in the form of text, it still felt like they picked up right where they left off the last time they’d seen each other, their hold on one another a little tighter this year around. That same generic smell of soap invading Yunho’s senses as if an army of Seonghwa had been attacking his fort. 

It was also the first year they’d ventured outside of school together, Seonghwa showing him his favorite park nearby. Truthfully, trees had never seemed so green until Yunho looked at them with Seonghwa. He could recall the way the wind blew through the leaves, and it sounded like music, almost more than Seonghwa’s melodic voice. 

That’s where Yunho kissed him for the first time. 

Strawberry chapstick had never tasted as wonderful, and no tube could ever compare to the way it transferred from Seonghwa’s lips to his own. Somehow it seemed more moisturizing. More…strawberry-y.  

Yunho learned that day that Seonghwa had wanted to kiss him too, for a long time. That he wished instead of giving him his chapstick all the time, that he could just kiss the moisture onto the other’s faux dry lips. The younger had been sure at this point that it was the first time his heart truly ever beat. 

They’d held hands that day, too. Fingers intertwined as they walked through the scenic pathway, sweat building up between both of their palms as Yunho had kept reminding himself just to breathe. 

Yunho had started hanging out with Seonghwa outside of school from this point on, be it walking through the park, trips to various shopping centers, or hanging out at one of their homes. Seonghwa’s apartment was much smaller than Yunho’s home, but the younger hadn’t minded in the slightest. In fact, he found himself preferring Seonghwa’s place to his own, always finding comfort in being surrounded by everything that was Seonghwa. Though, no matter where they were, they always found themselves tangled up in one another, their kisses - and hands - becoming more exploratory. 

Seonghwa was loved deeply by Yunho’s parents, and that’s when Yunho realized he loved Seonghwa deeply as well. His family loved him so much that when Seonghwa had gotten kicked out of his home for some unknown reason, his own family had taken him in until it was safe for the kind, gentle soul to return to the small apartment he shared with his mom. 

He never did talk about what happened, not while they were in secondary school at least. Yunho did his best to respect that. 

~ Eleventh Grade. ~

Yunho had been painfully aware that this was their last year together in secondary school. After graduation, Seonghwa would go off to tertiary school, in order to complete college. He was also painfully aware of how busy Seonghwa would be with tests, studying, and other exams. However, despite the other’s work load, he’d always managed to find time for Yunho. Secret escapades of making out at the park at night, jokes about running away together, and finding times to hold the other’s hand as they walked home from school. 

One night, when Seonghwa’s mom had to work overnight at her new job, Yunho slept over. It wasn’t their first sleepover at Seonghwa’s house, but it was the first time unsupervised. 

It was also the very night they’d both lost their virginity. 

In every single way, Seonghwa had managed to become everything to Yunho. So much so that he felt brave enough to come out to his parents, to tell them about his feelings for Seonghwa, specifically. While his parents had been shocked, they’d also been accepting. Over time, it became a more normal thing for them to have Seonghwa around as something more than just his friend. 

That year, Seonghwa had become his boyfriend. 

Everybody had their own opinion on their relationship, and that was fine, because Yunho had Seonghwa. 

Holding hands hadn’t been allowed at school, but that didn’t stop the way the two would look at each other, Yunho realizing that Seonghwa’s gaze held just as much love and adoration as his own. 

Yunho’s heart fluttered all of the time, now. 

Breaths constantly getting caught in his throat at times Seonghwa had looked particularly beautiful. The way he would stutter after every single kiss. How his knees would become weak with every gentle touch. It wasn’t just his nerves that the older had an effect on, but everything else in life. His room was always clean, wanting to be tidy just like his hyung. He studied harder, his already good grades becoming better. And while it made him happy that his parents would be proud of him, it was Seonghwa’s pride in him that really made him feel proud of himself. 

~ Twelfth Grade. ~

Not as bad as eighth grade…a solid 6/10. While he didn’t get to see Seonghwa’s shining face every day, he would at least see him outside of school. Still get to talk to him over the phone. They were just as inseparable now as they were before Seonghwa had graduated. Though, the love of his life had done the unspeakable - he’d taken a year off before school so that they could experience everything together. 

Or at least that’s what he had said.  

Seonghwa had never needed a reason to lie, so Yunho believed him. 

At the end of the year, just after Yunho had walked across the stage to receive his diploma, he’d asked Seonghwa to marry him. It was unceremonious. Seen potentially as anti-climatic. But Yunho did not need a special setting nor an expensive ring to want to spend the rest of his life with the man who’d captured his heart. 

All he’d needed then, just as he had for the past five years, was Seonghwa and his beautiful heart. 

Part II. 

“Ran out of things to say, metaphors for you. Why the ocean’s clear instead of blue, why mountains in the distance had reminded me of you.” ― Dominic Riccitello

A couple of years into University, Yunho had gotten an apartment with Seonghwa. It wasn’t anything extravagant, a small thing just on the outskirts of campus. Even the inside was dull, basic pieces of budget friendly furniture with a framed photo of them together here and there. It was very contrast to the Pinterest board full of hundreds of photos that Seonghwa had diligently named Home of Our Dreams. It had been cute at first, the enthusiasm of their prospective life together one of the things Yunho had admired about his hyung. Now it all seemed like a pipe dream, delusional almost that Seonghwa would think that they could have that. 

Delusional in what way, Yunho had yet to figure out. After all, these were all things he’d promised the love of his life. 

That promise was made evident by the dainty gold ring that sat on Seonghwa’s ring finger, an engagement ring given to him over a year after he’d proposed. Yunho had one, too, one that always sat on the basic dresser in their equally basic bedroom. Despite the lack of decoration or homeliness, the two had made some amazing memories there, especially under the sheets, though those memories had become far and few between as time went on.

As Yunho sat at their kitchen table, watching his husband-to-be look through his textbook while taking obnoxiously neat notes, his eyes had glued themselves to that dainty ring. His lips parted slightly as his mouth wanted to spill the contents of his heart…or more specifically, the lack of contents in his heart. 

None of it was Seonghwa’s fault, the way Yunho had seemed to fall out of love with him. Seonghwa was just as perfect as the day Yunho had met him, and much, much more beautiful as he aged. Just like before, everything he handled was with grace and kindness, truly anybody’s ideal partner. Maybe it was Yunho’s fault - certainly it was Yunho’s fault - scared that he wasn’t good enough for his hyung. Scared that ultimately he’d figure out he could do better and leave. Maybe Yunho just had a wandering heart, wondering what else was out there aside from the man he’d been in love with since the middle of seventh grade. 

Seonghwa took a break from writing notes, elegant fingers reaching for strawberry chapstick to coat his drying lips. Yunho had stopped using his chapstick, at some point. Had bought his own peppermint chapstick instead. Even as he kissed Seonghwa less, he realized he was forgetting what strawberry chapstick tasted like. Maybe it was his lack of affection towards the older that had caused his heart to settle into this permanent state of unease and unhappiness. Just as Seonghwa was putting his chapstick back down on the table, Yunho reached for it - Seonghwa’s hand, that is, not his chapstick - taking it in his much bigger one. Seonghwa gasped as he raised his eyes to meet Yunho’s, surprised at the sudden touch. 

Yunho ignored his offended heart that the touch would come as a surprise. 

The way Seonghwa looked at him was full of love, a love that hadn’t dimmed in the slightest, and in fact on the contrary, had only grown over the years. Yunho had often found new wedding magazines splayed around, always scrolling through Pinterest to add more things to the board. Yunho wanted, hoped, begged with everything in his being that this loss of love was temporary. That he could once again meet Seonghwa’s whole-hearted love with the same, his perfect Seonghwa deserved at least that much. 

Using his grip on Seonghwa’s hand, Yunho pulled him into his lap, long arms wrapping around his lover's waist as he craned his neck in to run the tip of his nose along Seonghwa’s long neck - another painfully elegant part of his body. Yunho could admit that he, at the very least, remained obsessed with this thing about Seonghwa. “What…?” Seonghwa had started to ask, as if Yunho needed a reason to show him this affection. 

Painful truth be told, Yunho did need a reason, now. 

He needed to know if his heart was still committed to this man, or if he was chasing familiarity at this point. 

“Shh,” he softly hushed the other, now dragging his lips across seamless tanned skin, placing butterfly kisses in random places before nipping at it with his teeth. Yunho’s hands traveled up from Seonghwa’s hips, sneaking under his sweater and tightening around his waist, squeezing it, almost enveloping it with both of his hands. Yunho had always thought that Seonghwa’s curves and crevices fit perfectly in his hands, and to his confused detriment, he found that they still did. With eyes fluttering closed, he kissed his way up to the corner of his mouth, and only then did a rigid Seonghwa wrap his arms around Yunho’s shoulder, turning his head to capture Yunho’s lips in his own obviously hesitant pair. 

It really wasn’t often anymore that Yunho touched him so intimately. 

“Please,” Seonghwa begs with quiet need against Yunho’s lips, the plea a whimper, almost a whine. Yunho couldn’t decide if it was cute or irritating. He did, ultimately, decide against denying him.

Yunho bites at Seonghwa’s lip, capturing the plump thing in between his teeth and tugging at it. Strawberry chapstick. Just as he let it go, it snapped back into place, only to be immediately attacked once again by Yunho’s mouth, his lips coaxing open the other’s before deviantly slipping his tongue inside. Seonghwa gasps, a hand slipping into the hair at the crown of Yunho’s neck, the way he grips it causing small tendrils of pain to shoot through Yunho’s scalp. He can’t help but think…at least he feels something. Seonghwa’s tongue invades Yunho’s exploratively, ever so curious. Just like the way Yunho can feel his lover’s eyes on his phone screen whenever he responds to a text, as if he’s talking to somebody else. 

Yunho had never found somebody else, not that he was looking, anyways. 

Attempting to return the eagerness, Yunho’s tongue dances with Seonghwa’s, once again squeezing his waist before his hands retreat, only for one to wrap around Seonghwa’s back, the other hooking underneath both knees as he stands up, earning another yelp from Seonghwa’s sweet mouth. Yunho was well aware how much the smaller loved to be swept off of his feet, both metaphorically and physically, and prided himself on how easily he was able to carry him around to do just that.

With the path to their shared bedroom committed to memory, Yunho didn’t need to break the kiss while carrying him back to the bed, attempting to conjure the desire to savor every little lick of Seonghwa’s soft tongue, every time he could taste the strawberry chapstick, or the way Seonghwa’s lips felt like pillows. Things Yunho used to obsess over, never able to detach himself from this pretty mouth, now things that didn’t seem to bring him excitement any longer. 

Gently, almost too calculated, Yunho placed Seonghwa down on their bed. Hands regained purchase on Seonghwa’s waist and raised them up his sides, sliding his sweater up simultaneously. It quickly became a discarded, useless thing on the floor before Yunho quickly removed his own t-shirt, diving into Seonghwa’s neck. As he bit and sucked on flawless skin, ruining it, only then did Yunho’s cock begin to fill out, listening to Yunho as he willed himself to become hard at least this once. The moment he could feel it, he rutted into Seonghwa’s crotch, seeking friction that would help him further. He could tell that Seonghwa was already there. 

Kissing his way down the skin of Seonghwa’s chest, he nipped at one of Seonghwa’s nipples before laying his tongue down flat against it, dragging a bold stripe over the bud before locking his lips around it. His other hand cupped the slope underneath the other side of his lover’s chest, his thumb reaching up to toggle the other bud. Yunho knew exactly what to do - because he did the same thing every time. Sex between them had become robotic almost, and while Seonghwa had always offered up suggestions to change the routine, Yunho stuck to the script. Perhaps because he knew it would be the quickest way to get the deed over. 

That didn’t stop the way Seonghwa moaned softly, and even though he was probably faking it, the way his nippled perked up assured Yunho that he was at least enjoying it. 

Yunho suctioned onto Seonghwa’s nipple harder, this time earning a genuine gasp, an arching back that pressed his chest harder into Yunho’s mouth. Pulling away with an echoing shuck, he grinned down at his handy work, comparing how red and swollen this bud had been to the normalcy of the other. In the back of Yunho’s mind, he wanted to comment on it, to compliment how well Seonghwa’s body responded to him…but he’d gradually found it more and more difficult to talk to him, especially during sex. Seonghwa was bold as he grabbed Yunho’s wrist, guiding it down to his crotch: he knew the routine, too, and although he didn’t love it, it was him that would now take anything that Yunho offered him. 

They made eye contact, prolonged, very prolonged. 

“Please,” Seonghwa asked again, this time his voice dropping to a whisper. It was when the first realization hit - Yunho didn’t want to. Then the second realization hit - this would be the last time. 

Leaning back, Yunho situated himself between Seonghwa’s thighs, fingers gripping at the waistband of his sweats and pulling them off Seonghwa’s legs. No boxers. Typical. His cock was hard, the tip resting just below his navel, leaking a small pool of pre-come, the veins on the underside of his cock prominent and his head red and swollen. Yunho envied the way that such simple touches could turn the smaller on so much, while he stood here fighting to keep his erection. 

It’s not that Seonghwa wasn’t beautiful - he was. To this day, still the most beautiful man Yunho had ever laid his eyes on. It was just that his own cock craved emotional connection, and all Yunho felt was emotional detachment. Realizing his window was small, he offed his own sweats before reaching into their bedside table for a condom and a bottle of lube. The two hadn’t always used condoms, and in fact, Yunho couldn’t even recall when he had started to. But if somebody had asked Seonghwa, he would have let on that it was a tell-tale sign that the wedding he was still planning for would never actually be in his grasp. 

Just like Yunho, something that was always out of his reach.

Yunho was quick with the way he rolled his condom on, squirting cold lube onto Seonghwa’s entrance before prodding him with one finger, and then two, before fitting in three. He didn’t stay there, just long enough to warm him up and prepare him for Yunho’s generous size. With more lube placed on his small hole, Yunho pressed the head of his cock to it before slowly squeezing it inside. With slow thrusts, he allowed Seonghwa to get used to his length before quickening the pace his hips rolled. Without any desire to be here in Seonghwa, or in this room, perhaps even this apartment, he had no reason to take his time. 

In a selfish attempt to hasten things along, he collected some leftover lube from one of Seonghwa’s asscheeks, and spread it along the other’s shaft before beginning to stroke him. It didn’t take long until Seonghwa’s sack twitched, and he spilled all over his stomach. Yunho’s hips, in response, let loose, chasing his own release and filling up the condom he wore - perfect for a quick clean-up. Once he slowly pulled out, he peeled off the latex and tied it up before throwing it in the nearby bin, huffing loudly as he lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. 

Seonghwa situated himself next to Yunho, albeit with at least a foot in between them. 

They both lay there, in silence, staring up at the white, popcorn ceiling. Yunho wonders how things had turned out like this, why his feelings had changed so much. This wasn’t what he wanted - he wanted to marry Seonghwa. To devote the rest of his life to loving him. To taste strawberry chapstick and watch him tuck his beautiful hair behind his ears and smell his generic body soap and listen to his soft voice. 

Those things used to bring him such comfort. 

They used to fill his heart up with an insurmountable level of love. 

“We should break up.” 

Silence. 

After a long, drawn out moment, Yunho looks to his side to see Seonghwa trying not to cry. His try-not-to-cry face was pretty good, emotionless and neutral as he focused on something to stare at. However, he never got down controlling the way his chin would quiver, small tremors through his jaw before he bit down on his lip. An attempt to use physical pain to distract him from the feelings in his heart. Yunho looked away. 

He couldn’t handle this responsibility. 

“I know,” Seonghwa says in a whisper. He’s known for a while, perhaps before Yunho had even realized it. 

Part III. 

After graduation, Yunho had moved on to a prestigious law school in the States. He figured that no longer having something - or somebody - tethering him to a specific place would be the optimal time to travel and at least see some of the world. Nevermind the fact that Seonghwa had always talked about traveling with Yunho. As much as Yunho had convinced himself otherwise, Seonghwa had always wanted the same things that he had. Once on the other side of the world, New York specifically, Yunho couldn’t help but wonder what Seonghwa would think of all the pretty sites, despite having “moved on” from his long term lover. 

In fact, Seonghwa constantly plagued his mind. 

Being on his own was nothing that he thought it would be; his desired freedom really honing in on loneliness that he wasn’t expecting to feel. Not that he was a recluse, he’d gone out, mingled, dated even. He’d had fuck buddies, casual partners, and even a relationship here or there. 

But his heart never fluttered around them. 

A toxic trait he’d begun finding within himself is that he was always searching for the man he left in these new partners, never really giving them a chance from the beginning. Deep down, he’d known he let go of the man of his dreams, and eventually, he’d come to realize that. It took being alone, more therapy, and even more loneliness to finally move on from Seonghwa, and at some point he’d assumed his failed love had moved on from him, too. He never checked in on him, never searched him up to see how he was doing - afraid that doing such a thing would stall any progress he’d made. That just seeing the curves of his beautiful, plush lips would be enough to shatter any progress he’s made. 

Progress he’d made for Seonghwa mainly, not so much himself. 

What kind of person would he be to drag the man whose heart he’d broken back into his life? After what he’d done? Every day, he had to convince himself that he had to take these steps, that they were necessary, that they were out of love. And maybe all of that was true, but it didn’t make the loss hurt less. 

So, yes, a loneliness that in hindsight, Yunho hadn’t even known existed up until now. He didn’t expect the way his heart would sit at the bottom of his stomach every time he ate; how the darkness that blanketed his small New York City studio apartment felt like an abyss creeping up to take him away; how even though his friends would talk to him, it felt like he was the only person left on planet Earth; how it settled into his bones that his source of happiness would no longer be in his life, looking at him, smiling at him, making him feel like he stood on top of the world; the way that it felt like he wasn’t even in his body when he was walking down the street; that regardless of what he was doing - studying, drinking with friends, going to the movies, shopping, it all gave him the same enjoyment as sitting down in the middle of an empty, gray room with all of the lights turned off. 

Sounds depressing? Because it was.

Because he was.

Depressed, that is. According to his therapist. 

It felt nice understanding that he’d never truly fallen out of love with Seonghwa. In reality, he’d fallen out of love with life and everything that came along with it. Happiness and joy seemed to avoid him, but with proper treatment and lifestyle changes, he’d managed to overcome those things. As nice as it felt, that didn’t help overshadow the heartbreak that he’d let a man go that he was still absolutely in love with. Head over heels, and all that bullshit.

Over time, after Yunho had graduated law school and had gotten experience in an overseas law firm - he’d also made the time to move on. To let his heart settle, and allow it to open up to new things. To the possibility of loving again. However, he did crave one familiar thing: home. So that’s where he went once he managed to reciprocate his ability to do law in South Korea and found a firm to take him in. Though it felt strange returning home to a country he hadn’t been to in quite some time, he quickly reacclimated. After tightening his tie one last time and clutching his briefcase in his large hand, he made it into the firm, was shown his desk and the team he’d be joining. His team leader returned from the break room with a steaming mug of coffee in his hand, an elegant silver wedding band on his ring finger. Lips glossy, probably with strawberry chapstick. 

Yunho was pretty sure he felt his heart cease in that moment, locking up and refusing to do its job as he stared at the other man like he was the only other person alive - but in reality he must have just looked like an idiot. He wanted to hide, crawl under his desk, maybe even quit on the spot under the premise that this place just had a weird smell in the office. That smell definitely wasn’t his shame. What he was forced to do, instead, was face his past. Some sick humor in how he needed to face this in order to finally move on.

Yunho’s version of facing his past meant, of course, standing there with no words coming out, although a million different scenarios and a million different conversations mapped themselves out in his mind. The palms of his hands began to sweat, and he wiped them off on his trousers vigorously before sheepishly outstretched his hand to his team leader, his face on fire. When his handshake was returned, his eyes dropped down at the ring again.

Married. 

“Jeong Yunho,” he introduced himself as if they’d never met before. As if these weren’t the eyes that had absolutely plagued him. 

“Park Seonghwa.” 

Yunho swallows, not just spit, but just about all of his dignity because despite years of his best efforts, he is already gone for Seonghwa yet again. With nothing like clinical depression invading his mind and distracting him, he can feel every ounce of love he has for the other man. 

He also can feel the way he doesn’t deserve him. 

And he’s married. 

For the briefest moment, Yunho wonders if Seonghwa even remembers him, but then thinks that he’s stupid for wondering that. Of course Seonghwa remembers him, even without the context of their history, to receive such a scrutinizing look from one of the kindest humans on this planet gave way that while Seonghwa had moved on, he did not forget. As for forgiveness? There was no telling. 

It’s Seonghwa that privately suggests that they go get coffee. Aside from that, he hasn’t given Yunho much attention, eyes buried in endless packets of cases, and pawns off one of the other team members to show Yunho the ropes. It wasn’t until an accidental run in for coffee in the breakroom. 

“We should talk,” Seonghwa suggests, and it makes sense. They have a history, and now they’ll need to be cordial at the least while they work together. The air should be cleared between them to ensure that happens. After all, they work in law, they need to be fighting on the same side, not against one another. 

“I’d like that,” Yunho agrees, although he knows he’ll likely be the target of many a verbal dagger. It’s okay. He deserves it. 

After deciding on a nearby cafe after work, Seonghwa returns to reading through his team’s cases as Yunho is given one on one time with becoming acquainted with South Korean law - after all, he had gone to law school and practiced law in the States. There were many things he’d have to revisit, but he wasn’t worried, there seemed to be many knowledgeable lawyers that he worked with now. 

Yunho’s nerves hadn’t started to eat at him until closing up his briefcase at the end of the day, Seonghwa just a couple of desks away getting ready to leave as well. A part of him had hoped that they could meet each other there instead of walking side-by-side, but that’s just how it had ended up working out. Albeit silent. Apparently both of them needed caffeine in order to face this discussion. At least they were getting it out of the way, now, instead of letting it stew. Quiet blanketed them as they ordered, Seonghwa getting his drink first and finding them a secluded space to sit while Yunho had waited for his own. Eventually, he joined the other, both hands clutching his paper disposable coffee cup to try and keep the trembling at bay. 

Moments crawled by, slowly, as Seonghwa blew into his hot drink as he looked out the nearby window. The sun was still up, but clouds made it darker outside. Gray clouds. Rain, probably. Either they could get this conversation over with quickly, or they’d be stuck here for a while. “So-” “How’ve you been?” Seonghwa asks, cutting Yunho off. Yunho wipes his palms on his thighs again, quickly shutting up to let the other speak. He swallows heavily as he nods. Idiot. 

“I’ve been…okay. I learned a lot about myself. I, um, became a lawyer,” he offered, trying to smile brightly, knowing it was coming out winced and pained. He promptly took a sip of his still-too-hot drink, effectively burning his tongue. Still, better than the agony that was telling his ex-lover how he’d been since breaking it off. “You?” 

The corner of Seonghwa’s lip twitched before he let out a small laugh, maybe more of a snort. He sipped his coffee, letting it drag out. They’d be waiting for the storm to pass, then. Seonghwa was in no hurry. Maybe trouble at home? Yunho scolded himself yet again for a small flutter of hope he’d given himself. Again, an idiot. 

“I’m okay. Happy, I guess,” he finally answered, to Yunho’s surprise. He’d half expected Seonghwa to rub his happy new life in Yunho’s face. A way of sticking it to him - that even though Yunho had ended their engagement in bed after a cheap fuck, he’d still come out on the better side. Certainly better than Yunho. But that’s not who Seonghwa is (or was, at least), and that’s not what Seonghwa did. He still looked outside, eyeing the clouds, taunting the world with his beauty. Now Yunho wanted to scoff. 

“Seonghwa,” Yunho finally said; there was a reason Seonghwa suggested they talk, and there was a reason Yunho had agreed. He needed to address what had happened to them. They both deserved closure, even if Yunho didn’t feel like he deserved much else. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I did to you.” He didn’t stumble over these words, confident in his remorse. Seonghwa didn’t look at him immediately, his gaze lingering outside of the window until he finally met Yunho’s eyes. For just a second, Yunho forgot how to breathe. 

“Hmm,” Seonghwa thought for a moment, an elegant finger rimming the top of his cup. “Are you? If it was the best decision for you, there’s no need to apologize. I hope things turned out happier for you.” 

They didn’t. 

Yunho could have started sobbing on the spot. The hurt in Seonghwa’s eyes was evident, and even if Yunho didn’t know much, he knew Park Seonghwa. Despite that, his good-natured heart was always so fucking passive. 

“It seems they turned out well for you,” he momentarily redirected, gesturing to the ring on Seonghwa’s hand. The other’s gaze looked down, following where Yunho had been looking, stretching out his fingers on his lap as if it were an old thing he was tired of seeing. 

“Still just engaged. He still has time to dump me,” Seonghwa’s eyes flickered back up to Yunho, neutral, waiting for a reaction. The words had a bite to them; Seonghwa was always a good biter. The corner of his mouth twitched upward again, knowing that the lack of response from Yunho was all the response he’d wanted. “How about you?” 

Yunho could lie. Could tell him he was doing fantastic. Tell him that breaking up and going to the states had been everything he thought it would be. Or…he could tell the truth. Explain to Seonghwa what happened, not for pity, but for the sake of beautiful, perfect Seonghwa knowing that there had never been anything wrong with him. 

“I was…aggressively alone and unhappy,” he finally said, eyes downcast into his coffee. “I started seeing a therapist maybe a year after going over to the states. They said I had bipolar type 2. My hypomania, I guess, isn’t more on the extreme end of the spectrum, but my depressive episodes are still enough to influence larger life decisions,” Yunho smiled, sadly. The specific life decision was implied. “They said I was likely going through a long-term depressive episode when I broke it off with you. It makes more sense to me…I was genuinely unhappy with everything.” He wanted to say more, to tell Seonghwa that he’d loved him the entire time he was overseas. That, apparently, he still loved him. He didn’t have a right to those words, though. 

Seonghwa was engaged. 

But not married, yet. 

“I’m sorry it’s had such an effect on you,” Seonghwa’s words weren’t sarcastic. As always, he was painfully genuine, and Yunho just wanted the other to get mad for once. “You didn’t have to tell me. Thank you.” 

“I did have to tell you, Seonghwa,” Yunho clarified. “It was never you, well, no, it was always you. For me at least. You were never the problem. I just…please don’t spend another day ever thinking that you were a problem. Don’t think of me at all, if it helps.” 

“It doesn’t,” he said after a long moment, though his shoulders visibly relaxed. “Don’t spend another day thinking I hate you, if that’s what you think. I don’t. I forgave you a long time ago.” Yunho places his head in his hands to collect himself. “Let’s work well together, Yunho.” Seonghwa reaches a delicate arm across the table to place it on Yunho’s shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze. 

With his head still in his hands, Yunho nods in response. 

Forgiveness. 

Part IV. 

Yunho had practically committed every single detail of that damn picture to his memory; from the way they posed together, close together with their arms wrapped around one another, but still seemingly so distant (at least, that’s what Yunho had hoped); the clothes that they were wearing down to the way that corny stars littered the other man’s shirt, yet Seonghwa still shined more than anything else in the scene; to the setting - a lake that Yunho knew for a fact Seonghwa hated going to, or just any lake in general, Seonghwa wasn’t the biggest fan of any body of water unless it was a pool at a fancy hotel; even to the worn corners of the frame, the way dust coated the inner crevices as if it had been hidden away mostly. Again, just one of Yunho’s many hopes. 

Yunho hated that picture. He wanted to rip it off of Seonghwa’s desk, light it on fire and toss it out the window, his jealousy flaring up every time the stupid thing caught his peripheral. For Seonghwa, it surely signified his love, his future, his everything. For Yunho, it was symbolic of the most important thing he’d ever had and the most regretful thing he’d ever thrown away. More than anything, Yunho wanted to be the man standing with Seonghwa in that photo, the need burning a hole inside of him over the couple of months he’d been sitting in this chair, stuck looking at it. Sometimes, Yunho had a suspicion that it was placed very strategically…but he knew Seonghwa would never do that. Seonghwa was everything that Yunho wasn't - genuine, lacking any pettiness. 

So, imagine Yunho’s surprise when Seonghwa walks in, and without acknowledging anybody else in the room, sits at his desk, picks up the photo, and discards it in the trash can at his desk as if it were an empty water bottle. Yunho just stares at him, lips parted, head confused, heart fluttering. Seonghwa doesn’t spare him a glance. 

Yunho’s eyes darted down to the trash can, unbelieving that his little fantasy had just…come true all of the sudden. He wanted to celebrate, to jump onto his desk and dance, and instead he focused his attention back on the file in front of him. Today’s court case, and Yunho already knows everything in between the two ends of this manila file back and forth, up and down. Backwards even. He knows not to ask - Seonghwa’s relationship is none of his business. He gave away that privilege a long time ago, and he won’t pry now. 

However, just to double check, he glances towards Seonghwa’s ring finger just to verify. To his extremely selfish pleasure, he finds the finger naked for the first time since he’s returned to this country. Even better yet, he knows Seonghwa isn’t dramatic, and in fact, he is quite the opposite. This isn’t some lover’s quarrel where Seonghwa is just upset, this means that they’re over. Yunho’s heart squeezes happily in his chest, and then it drops. 

Was Seonghwa okay? 

This is - at least - the end of his second engagement. The second promise of marriage broken, although he doesn’t know who ended this one. Again, it’s not really his business, so he doesn’t ask. He just knows that from now on, he can breathe a little easier. 

Finally, Yunho finds the courage, looking straight at his ex-lover-turned-supervisor, and gives a weak smile. “Good morning, Seonghwa.” He doesn’t miss the way that the older takes a moment to compose himself, letting out a long and very collected breath. Meeting Yunho’s gaze, he gives a sweet smile, and suddenly Yunho feels bad for putting the other in a situation where he feels he needs to act okay when it seems he’s the opposite. 

“Good morning, Yunho. Did you have a good weekend?” He questions. Although they had rekindled some of their friendship; casual cups of coffee here and there, maybe a text or two, they still hadn’t revisited the friendship they’d had. Then again, their friendship was quite brief before they started dating, and consisted of them both being pre-teens in middle school. They didn’t tend to ask each other what they were doing outside of work, Yunho especially respectful of the fact Seonghwa was not a single man. 

“Nothing special,” Yunho admits slowly - it’s the truth. While Yunho has built friendships, he still preferred the comfort of home during his time off. A cold beer in his hands while he watches a drama that makes him feel mildly better about his life. He can’t complain, but it’s nothing to rave about, either. 

“I’m glad to hear that,” Seonghwa says curtly with a small nod, and Yunho can tell that he’s just barely keeping it together. Yunho frowns to himself, closes his file and gives Seonghwa his undivided attention - as if he hadn’t had it since Yunho had returned from the states. “Hyung…how about we get some coffee together?” 

Seonghwa had been reluctant, but he still agreed, and Yunho walked alongside the older down the sidewalk, keeping up with his pace. It was silent the entire time there, but something comfortable. Yunho could always find comfort in Seonghwa’s presence - he knew that now. This hadn’t been Yunho shooting his shot with a (hopefully) newly single Seonghwa, but a man checking in on his friend. Regardless of what Seonghwa was to Yunho, this was still his longest-standing relationship, even if it was just a relearned friendship, and he did care about the other. Even as they got their coffees and sat down, Seonghwa hadn’t proven to be the most talkative - that was fine. 

“You don’t have to worry about me,” Seonghwa finally spoke up, his hot mug in both hands, rim up to his bottom lip as he looked out the window. Yunho wondered if there was something fascinating out there that the other man could see that he could not. 

“Hmm?” Yunho questioned, pretending to be distracted with his own drink. In reality, he just wanted to stare at Seonghwa. 

“That’s why you asked me here, isn’t it?” Seonghwa looked over at him now, and Yunho raised his eyes in response. “Because I threw away the photo?” 

“Oh…” Yunho acted surprised, but hadn’t been able to keep up the facade well. “...Yeah.” He’d been caught, it seemed. At least Seonghwa hadn’t accused him of trying to make a move on the other, that would have been embarrassing. It wasn’t like Yunho’s every single intrusive thought didn’t involve whisking Seonghwa into his arms and reminding him what his lips felt like. “I just…wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

“I’m fine,” Seonghwa promised. It wasn’t an edgy ‘I’m fine’ with an underlying meaning, his phrase simple and finite. “It was my decision. He just…he didn’t take it well. I’d hoped to end it on good terms, but it seems impossible.” Yunho had felt comfort knowing that Seonghwa had decided to break off his engagement, happy to know HE would be fine. That he hadn’t been left to suffer all over again. 

“Well…” Yunho took a sip of his coffee, a little bit of a long one, nervous of his next suggestion. “Perhaps a stronger drink is in the cards?” As soon as the question left Yunho’s mouth, Seonghwa’s large eyes on him as if he were searching for something within his face. Something walking the fine line of untrusting and shocked. “Not a date,” he was quick to clarify, not wanting the other to think he was trying to pick him up; not right after he broke off his engagement; not after what he put him through himself. Yunho could visibly see the way the older’s face morphed into something else - something he could dream of as disappointment but knew not to be true. More likely a strange display of relief, which seemed to stab more sharply than the lack of trust in his eyes just moments before. 

“Are you buying?” Seonghwa finally asked, sipping on his drink, the action just as nonchalant as his voice was. 

“Don’t you make more money?” Yunho jokes, a soft chuckle filling the air between them, his smile spreading on his face. If Seonghwa had been fighting the urge to mirror his smile, he’d certainly lost, looking happy for the first time this morning. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be helping me recover from a broken heart?” Seonghwa quipped back, looking over his mug with innocence. Slowly, but surely, Yunho could see remnants of his old Seonghwa coming back. Not just from weeks or months ago, but years ago, when everything was perfect and Seonghwa was still his best friend and decided life partner. 

“It looks like I’m buying, then,” Yunho conceded, just happy to get to spend time with Seonghwa outside of work or their small rendezvous at the cafe. It wasn’t until the end of the week that they went out - Yunho walking to Seonghwa’s apartment to pick him up before they made their way to the club together. He shouldn’t have put as much effort into how he looked that night - finding the right pair of jeans that made his thighs look good, or ensuring that his hair lay just right, or wearing the cologne that Seonghwa used to love back when they were together - but he couldn’t pass up a chance to at least see that familiar look of desire in Seonghwa’s eyes one last time. Even if said desire was simply chalked up to thinking Yunho looked good - it could still feel like a win. 

And when Seonghwa slowly eyed him up and down after answering his door, a grin forming on his face, all of his efforts felt worth it. 

In retrospect, Seonghwa had always been more than worthy of Yunho’s efforts, while on the other hand, Yunho had usually felt like he edged the line of deserve to be in Seonghwa’s presence. Tonight, he’d felt especially lucky, although their outing had been strictly platonic.Still, it hadn’t been easy on Yunho’s willpower. Any time Seonghwa stood especially close, either because the club was packed or by accident, the taller had the urge to place a hand on the other’s waist. Whenever Seonghwa turned around to repeat something Yunho hadn’t heard came with the desire to press a gentle kiss onto his temple. While he was in good company, that night had still done devastating things to his heart. 

None worse than the disappointed glances he’d kept receiving from Seonghwa. 

Seonghwa’s disappointment was something Yunho had known all too well, specifically from the last couple of years of their relationship when Yunho had constantly fallen short. Not that he could blame him…he was disappointed in himself, too. But tonight? He wasn’t so sure. Maybe he wasn’t as good company, maybe his conversation was subpar or…perhaps Seonghwa wasn’t as fine over his breakup as he promised to be. Still, he found himself hesitant to reply, and the conversation completely fell short as Yunho walked Seonghwa home. When they’d reached Seonghwa’s apartment, they lingered outside of his door, Seonghwa looking like he was about to say something. Mouth opening, and then shutting a couple of times before wishing Yunho a good weekend and then - physically, though it felt metaphorical as well - shutting him out.

For a couple of weeks after that, Seonghwa had stopped texting Yunho, his engagement at work cordial at most, and Yunho had begun feeling that he’d done something wrong; like a puppy who was in trouble without realizing exactly what it was that he had done. Though, he’d been too nervous to bring it up to the other, wondering if their friendship had even been rekindled in any capacity to ask such a thing. Though, he didn’t need to. As time went on, Seonghwa began talking to him more, making jokes and talking about silly things, as well as texting him more and more frequently. 

“Are you going to the work thing?” He asked as the two had shared lunch together during the middle of the week. A company party had been coming up - a huge soiree at a hotel clean across town, black and white, suit and tie, probably the fanciest thing Yunho had ever been invited to. 

“I figured I’d go just to say I went,” Yunho nodded, “I’ve never gone to something so formal.” 

“Excuse me,” Seonghwa playfully kicked him under the table, “We went to formal prom together, remember?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow, causing Yunho to scoff. 

“We created our own prom in my backyard because you saw one in an American movie once and were dead set on having one since we don’t have them here,” Yunho tutted at the other before taking a bite of his food, “You made me vote you in as prom queen and everything.” 

“It’s one of my favorite memories,” Seonghwa smiled, his voice dropping to something more soft, “I think all of my best childhood memories were either with you or at your house. Sometimes when I look back, it feels like that was more my home than with my mom. Remember that year I got to live with you?” Seonghwa grinned as they reminisced. 

“Yeah,” Yunho nodded, smiling at the fond memories, though one question had always gone unanswered. “You never told me why you got kicked out. What happened with you and your mother?” 

“Oh,” the smile slowly disappeared from Seonghwa’s face, and Yunho immediately regretted asking, but before he could never mind it, the other answered. “I’d come out to my mom. She didn’t take it too well.” The smile had dropped from Yunho’s face immediately, the way it suddenly made sense that the only time they’d gone over to Seonghwa’s house was when his mother was gone. 

“Seonghwa…” Yunho started, hating himself for not having put those pieces together. 

“It’s okay, Yunho,” Seonghwa patted his cheek. 

“Did…I know you guys didn’t talk when we were together but, did you guys ever work things out?” Yunho questioned, sitting up a little bit more straight. He couldn’t imagine what it would have been like if his parents had essentially disowned him like that when he’d come out. His heart hurt for Seonghwa, who hadn’t had that stable parental love like he should have gotten. 

“She died, actually,” Seonghwa nodded, though there wasn’t a single hint of sadness on his face. “It was during the last year of our relationship.” 

“You didn’t tell-” Yunho started, his eyes growing wide, just as he was cut off by the other. 

“It was around the time I realized you’d lost interest in me,” Seonghwa confessed, his words not harsh. The way Yunho tensed up must have been visible, because Seonghwa’s hand found Yunho’s knee and gave it a comforting squeeze. “It’s okay, Yunho.” 

“It’s not okay,” Yunho put his chopsticks down and turned to face Seonghwa fully, a bemused look taking over his features. “You needed me, I should have been there.” Despite his best efforts over the past couple of years, all of his progress towards forgiving himself had seemed to crumble. 

“My mother’s death wasn’t your responsibility,” Seonghwa declared, hands finding Yunho’s face, “It’s okay.” Yunho’s hands quickly found Seonghwa’s wrists, pulling his hands off of his face as he fought back his own tears of…what? Self pity? 

“Stop forgiving me, Seonghwa. Stop telling me it’s okay. I was awful to you when the only thing you’ve ever deserved was love and kindness,” Yunho’s stupid voice cracked in that moment. Seonghwa’s face didn’t falter, even during Yunho’s small temper tantrum. 

“I’ll forgive you as many times as I need to,” Seonghwa’s hands pulled away from Yunho’s and reclaimed their place on Yunho’s jaw, “Because you’re my best friend.” The look in Seonghwa’s eyes was grounding for Yunho, helping him find purchase in reality, assisting him in taking a deep breath that would help calm his nerves. For a long moment, the two just stared back at each other until Yunho nodded in tiny. 

“Then forgive me just this last time,” he agreed, even though he knew he didn’t deserve it. 

“Of course. Now, I need your help choosing which suit to wear to the work party.” 

Part V. 

Yunho had never worn a suit that fit this perfectly. It had been the first time he’d ever gotten one tailored specifically for his body, and he had to wonder when he was getting his measurements taken…was his attempt to dress well for the party, or was there another reason that was very, very much out of his reach. Feeling like a fool for even considering it, he had at that point decided that he wanted to impress the company and his co-workers; usually one to look sleep deprived and stumbling over his own feet…he could clean up pretty nicely, after all. And, at one point, Seonghwa had thought he was devastatingly handsome, which was enough to boost his confidence though his heart ached subsequently. 

When he walked into the large ballroom of the fancy hotel, he looked around to see the familiar faces of his company, receiving small head nods and greetings in passing. It had been one face in particular that he looked for, that he yearned to see. He’d imagined Seonghwa dressed up in hundreds of different suits, his hair styled in every possible way, and each image his brain had bestowed upon him was more beautiful than the last. Perhaps it was better if he didn’t catch a glimpse of him at all tonight, surely his knees would not be able to handle becoming so irrationally weak. 

Luck must have been on his side, as he managed to walk through the crowd and up to one of the bars, ordering a simple drink to sip on as he made an attempt to mingle. Finally making small talk with some of his peers that he’d come to know a little better, he’d been unaware of any eyes on him, watching his every move from across the room. It wasn’t until he was back at the bar, ordering his second drink that he looked around, catching familiar eyes that had been locked on him. Yunho swallowed, fidgeting under the attention, but unable to look away. He’d looked away from this man once before, and in return, his body was incapable of doing it again. 

The most beautiful soul he’d ever met. 

His first love. 

Technically speaking, Seonghwa had been his only love. In all the dating and fucking he’d done after leaving the country, he’d never found somebody else that made his heart beat out of rhythm, when it was Seonghwa that made it flutter and go crazy. The despicable little traitor, his heart was. Not calming even now, and even more, they were worse than usual…

Because regardless of imagining every possible way Seonghwa could have been dressed up tonight, no amount of his imagination could compare to how he looked tonight. 

Just as he suspected, his knees had grown weak, his grip on the bartop tightening as he fought to remember how to breathe. It was as if the air had been snatched up from him lungs the moment his gaze landed on Seonghwa’s, as if the other were standing right in front of him, sucking the air out, himself. 

Yunho wished that he was. 

When the new drink was placed in front of him, he hadn’t even noticed at first, his entire focus still on Seonghwa, and vice versa. It was when his throat began feeling unbearably dry that he turned to find the fresh drink just out of reach of his fingers. Reaching for it, he raised it up slightly towards Seonghwa in friendly greeting, receiving a nod of the head back. Another stabbing pain in his chest. He just wanted to wrap his arms around the man he loved so much. He wanted to make it all better. To take away all of the pain Seonghwa had ever felt in his life. 

After a while, the two pulled their gazes away from each other, and Yunho had found other co-workers to mingle with until he was no longer interested in small talk. He was content just to be here, dressed up nicely with a drink, knowing he’d get to stay the night in a fancy hotel whenever he decided he was done down here. With some more exploring, Yunho had found that there was a large staircase (seriously, how did he miss that?) leading up to a second floor - more places for him to explore. There had been more bars and places to sit, unlike the first floor that held dance floors and more room to party. Up here was a little bit more quiet, and he walked around the bannister of the staircase until he was on the other side, leaning against it as he sipped from his drink, admiring the details that the room had to offer. 

Movement at the bottom of the staircase had caught his attention, and Yunho looked down to see Seonghwa, looking back up at Yunho as he started walking up the stairs. It felt like a long walk, in Yunho’s impatient opinion, but he surely admired the rear of the other’s body as he made his way up the flight, eyes meeting once again as he began walking along the bannister. It was evident now that he was heading towards Yunho, and nerves began to swarm in his gut. There was no reason for it - they were friends. Best friends, as Seonghwa had put it. Of course they would interact at some point tonight. 

Just one more corner for Seonghwa to turn. 

But Yunho couldn’t wait. Matching the older’s slow pace, he reached the corner of the bannister first, grabbing onto it and swinging around until he was chest to chest with Seonghwa, who gasped as one hand found Yunho’s chest to stop him, another hand going for his waist. Now Yunho gasped, lips parting in surprise, not caring about the way his drink sloshed around in the glass. It was a long, silent moment as he looked down at Seonghwa, relishing in the familiar way he was grabbed by his beautiful, graceful hands. 

“Oh, uh, sorry,” he finally stammered out, taking a step back. Seonghwa purses his lips, that look of disappointment back. 

“It’s okay. You seem like…have you had a lot to drink?” Seonghwa questioned warily, looking Yunho up and down. Yunho looks at the barely touched drink in his hand and back at Seonghwa. 

“This is my second drink,” he explained, and then grinned, “I was just excited to see you. You look good.” God, if good wasn’t the understatement of the century. Even then, pink still dusted Seonghwa’s cheeks, and Yunho was willing to bet money that they were warm to the touch. He’d always gotten shy about compliments, his reactions giving Yunho cute aggression most of the time. Tonight, he’d have to keep it to himself. 

“You look good, too,” Seonghwa agrees, taking his time as he looks Yunho head to toe, and all the way back up until their gazes met once again. 

“Don’t I?” Yunho asked cheekily, giving Seonghwa a little twirl, “It’s my first tailored suit,” he explains enthusiastically, but he wants to redirect the focus to Seonghwa. “Are you having a good night?” “I did,” Seonghwa nodded after a moment of thought. Opening his mouth as if he were going to say something, he closes it and looks away before back at Yunho, “But, I think I’m going to call it a night. I’m just feeling overwhelmed by the crowd.” It was a reasonable excuse to leave the party. There were a lot of people packed into the space, and honestly, Yunho didn’t realize so many people worked at the company in the first place. 

And then Yunho realizes that he doesn’t want to be at the party if Seonghwa isn't here. 

Even if they weren’t in the same room at this part, Yunho at least knew that he had a chance of crossing Seonghwa’s path had they both been there, but the excitement vanished when the other declared he was retiring to his room for the night. 

“Would you like me to walk you up?” Yunho questioned, not wanting to say good night yet. Not wanting to say good night ever, but still having some grip on reality. The subtle look of disappointment disappears from Seonghwa’s eyes and large orbs peer up at him. 

“You don’t have to,” he excuses the thought, but by the tone of voice, Yunho realizes that yes - he definitely has to. 

“I want to,” he proclaims, placing his glass on a nearby table without even drinking the rest of it. Who needed alcohol when being in Seonghwa’s presence was enough? More than enough, in fact. With a small smile, the older one agrees, and they walk out of the party together and to the elevators. 

Seonghwa is actually staying on the same floor as him, many floors above ground level, though opposite sides of the hall. It doesn’t matter, Yunho still walks him all the way to his door, not a single word said between them until Seonghwa opens his door with the key card and turns around to look at Yunho. Yunho looks back. 

Every word Yunho has wanted to say these past few years to Seonghwa surfaces in his mind, sitting tauntingly at the tip of his tongue. A thousand different confessions, a million apologies, and endless begging for just one more chance threatening to spill out. Yunho can hear his heartbeat in his ears again, but this time, the sound is practically drowned out by the calm tempo of Seonghwa’s breathing. 

In a way, it grounds him. 

“Thanks for walking me up,” Seonghwa finally breaks the silence, leaning against the door frame and resting his head on it. Yunho wants to thank him for simply existing, but he settles on a humble nod. 

“Sure thing,” the way Yunho mocks himself in his head for those two stupid words is brutal, wishing himself a swift kick in the dick. He needs to save himself from further embarrassment. “Well, um, it was good seeing you. Have a good night, Seonghwa,” he finally says, voice soft and completely unsure of himself. 

Another pause. 

Yunho’s feet don’t walk him down the hall as he wills them to do. 

Seonghwa doesn’t slip into his room. 

Standing there, Yunho looks at the carpet, tracing the pattern with his eyes. 

“Yunho,” his name comes out as a quiet plea, and Yunho’s eyes shoot up to look at Seonghwa’s. There’s a plea in them, as well, and Yunho doesn’t know what’s being asked of him, even though he has his stupid hopes. Straightening up, he stands in front of Seonghwa, who slowly does the same, eyes still trained on him. “I don’t-” In his mind, he truly doesn’t know. He knows what that look and that voice had meant in the past, but this isn’t past Seonghwa. This is present Seonghwa, the one he chewed up and spit out. The one he left to pick up his own pieces. The one that he’d abandoned before he actually walked away. There was no way-

“Yes you do,” he says simply, and Yunho spends a second thinking about it, his eyebrows knitting together. 

“Seonghwa, have you been drinking?” He questions, his next concern being that a drunk Seonghwa was about to do something he’d regret tomorrow, despite the fact that Seonghwa despised the bitter taste of alcohol. Not once tonight had Yunho seen a drink in Seonghwa’s hand, even. 

But everything made more sense than the thoughts swirling around in his head. Seonghwa snorts, unamused. 

“Wow,” it wasn’t a cruel declaration, almost shocked, more than anything. Once again, Yunho feels like an idiot, but above all else, he is an idiot in love. His hand rests on the closing door, pushing it open before he rushes (in slow motion) into the room, hand hooking behind Seonghwa’s neck and pulling him in, their lips connecting almost immediately. Before Yunho can wonder if this was the right thing to do, Seonghwa’s arms snake around Yunho’s shoulders, a hand weaving into his hair, locking into it securely. Yunho doesn’t need more of an answer, using his lips and tongue to coax the other’s mouth open fervently. Once he hears the heavy door shut behind him, he continues to walk Seonghwa back into the room. 

For the first time in years, everything feels right. 

Seonghwa still fits perfectly in his arms, his own hands folding into the other’s curves as if they’d been crafted to fit together specifically. His heart doesn’t just flutter, but it soars. Yunho does not remember the last time it was this easy to breathe, even though he can’t actually breathe because he refuses to pull away from Seonghwa. If this kiss might be the last, then he would never pull away. 

He still tastes like strawberry chapstick. 

Tears pool in his eyes, and he keeps them closed to try and keep the wetness inside like a prisoner. They still leak out, traitorous bastards, just like his heart. It’s not a lot, quickly dried up and left unnoticed. Yunho doesn’t know yet if his heart is happy or if it’s broken some more. He figures that it’s something he can think about later because right now Seonghwa is kissing him and nothing else in the world even exists. Seonghwa’s delicate fingers are undoing the buttons on his jacket as Yunho walks them further into the room until something is blocking their path. A desk, but Yunho isn’t aware because he still hasn’t pulled away from Seonghwa’s plush lips. Once the buttons have been undone, his jacket is pushed down his arms, landing on the floor with a thump.

Especially tailored for the floor, because that’s where it belonged now. 

Already, Seonghwa had started working on his tie, and the buttons of his dress shirt, but Yunho grabbed onto his wrists, pulling back now to look down at him. Lips red and swollen, his expression unreadable. Yunho uses his grip on Seonghwa’s wrists to wrap the other’s arms around his waist as he turns them around and leads them to the foot of the large bed in the middle of a room until the unusually large mirror above the desk catches his attention. Spinning Seonghwa around, the smaller’s back is nestled into his chest as they both face the mirror, and Yunho situates his chin to rest on Seonghwa’s shoulder. 

“You’ve really only gotten more beautiful since the day that I first saw you,” Yunho proclaims softly, turning his head to press his lips into the side of Seonghwa’s long neck, his arms hooking under their shoulders so he could remove their jacket as well, discarding it somewhere on the floor. Probably next to his own jacket. Then he starts working on Seonghwa’s tie and the buttons to his shirt, continuing his gentle attack of open mouthed kisses. “To this day, you’re still the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, Hwa.” It was true, and he was still dumbfounded on the fact that he’d ever gotten a chance in the first place. When the front of his shirt was fully undone, Yunho pulled the tie from around his neck and stepped back to peel off the dress shirt, immediately untucking the undershirt from his waistband and pulling it over his head, exposing Seonghwa’s top completely. 

Red tinted Seonghwa’s cheeks once again, causing Yunho to smile. Although Seonghwa didn’t reply, Yunho didn’t stop showering him with compliments, telling him all the things he should have said before, all of the things that he still meant. “I feel like every time I see you, I have to remind myself how to breathe.” Another kiss to his neck, and Yunho’s long fingers begin working on undoing his trousers, letting them fall shamelessly down Seonghwa’s legs, now leaving him in his briefs, the outline of his cock apparent, as well as the small stain of pre-come. 

“Pretty,” Yunho breathes out, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of Seonghwa’s briefs, pulling away just enough for the tip of Seonghwa’s cock to peek out, Seonghwa face flushing completely as he gasps. Yunho slips his fingers out of the waistband, locking the head in place, and he runs a thumb over the slit to collect some of the sticky fluid leaking out, and runs it across his tongue. “And sweet. Just like you, Hwa.” 

“Yu,” Seonghwa whines, pouting, needy. Yunho puts his hands on Seonghwa’s hips and begins kissing the back of his neck and down his spine as he moves them back, sitting down on the foot of the bed. Seonghwa takes the moment to kick off his shoes and the pants pooled around his ankles and turns around before he’s crawling on top of Yunho, attacking his lips, assaulting his mouth with his tongue as he resumes his own work at undoing Yunho’s top. When he’s done, he starts on his pants, working much more quickly than Yunho had. His fingers are trembling, but Yunho doesn’t intervene to help. In a way, he feels like Seonghwa needs this as much as him, that it’s important for him to undress Yunho himself. 

Yunho has no shame when his own cock is sprung free, smiling softly at the way Seonghwa takes in a sharp breath of air. He always sounds so pretty, no matter what. Seonghwa looks up at him, eyes locking gazes before Yunho sits up to pull off his dress shirt and t-shirt that he’d worn underneath, his attention turned back to a surprised(?) Seonghwa. Then he recalls how the last year that they were together, Yunho could practically never get it up. Now here he was, throbbing, twitching, and leaking for Seonghwa. The very center of every fantasy he had while jerking off. 

“Come here,” Yunho instructs softly, sitting up and turning them around so that Seonghwa was lying on his back before removing his own shoes, pants, and finally his briefs. He settles himself in between Seonghwa’s thighs, sitting back on his heels as he takes one of his legs and rests the ankle on his own shoulder. As he looks at Seonghwa lovingly, he begins to place kisses at his ankle, slowly moving them up his calf and then inner thigh. He skims his nose up the rest of the way before he pauses over the bulk of Seonghwa’s covered, hard cock before pressing his nose into it and taking in the smell. Yunho is sure Seonghwa was made of sugar. Placing his tongue flat at the base, he slowly licks up, leaving wet stains of his saliva on Seonghwa’s briefs, earning a whimper when he gets to the top of the waistband, taking it in his bared teeth and looking up at the man underneath him. Seonghwa wants him, too. It’s evident all over his face. Reaching under the other’s thighs, he hooks onto the waistband and sits up as he pulls them off. 

On the ground, with the rest of their clothes. 

Working slowly, he starts with wet, opened mouth kisses on Seonghwa’s sack, kissing and licking up the underside of his cock before he presses a tender kiss on the head, grabbing his shafter in his hands and running the tip of his tongue through the slight, sucking on it to pull out as much of his pre as he can. When he finally sinks it inside his mouth, his eyes flutter closed. It’s like having his favorite meal after a long time of not eating it. Yunho continues to take his time, savoring every second of this night because he doesn’t know if he’ll ever get this chance again. If this is truly the last time, he wants to memorize every little thing - the texture of his skin, his taste, his smell, those pretty little moans he started releasing. Yunho needed something to hold onto if he were to get through the rest of life. 

Spit began to pool up in the corners of his mouth as he bobbed his head up and down Seonghwa’s length, his pace now becoming relentless as he worked up Seonghwa’s body, arms hooked under his thighs and keeping them in place as Seonghwa fought to spread his legs wider, moans ripping through him as he grasped at the hairs on the crown of Yunho’s head. Saliva dripped down Seonghwa’s groin, droplets pooling into the crack of his ass as he strove to punch the back of his throat with Seonghwa’s cock repeatedly, gagging and swallowing around it. 

Finally, Yunho let Seonghwa spread out, just to trail his long fingers to the other’s entrance which had, by now, been soaked with spit. Yunho gently pressed one finger in, turning his palm up until the pad of his finger found a hard little bean which he was quick to start rubbing with attentiveness, causing Seonghwa’s hips to buck. “Fuck, stop, stop,” Seonghwa mewled, his hand reaching for his own length, squeezing at it. Yunho paused, eyes going wide as he surveyed the other to make sure he was okay. Just as he was about to slip his finger out, Seonghwa wines out again, “What are you doing? Don’t stop,” he whimpers, squeezing his cock again, and Yunho slips in a second finger to start opening him up. Leaning down, he takes Seonghwa’s sack in his mouth, running his tongue all over and slurping as he works three fingers into Seonghwa’s entrance, and Yunho knows that he could get off just like this without even touching himself. While Seonghwa tastes like a dream, he feels even better around his fingers. With his fingers still deep inside Seonghwa, he begins to kiss up his body, lapping at a perked nipple before sucking it and continuously rubbing his tongue against the now swollen flesh. He does this until Seonghwa feels nice and warm around his fingers, and he pulls up to sit back, sliding his fingers out of Seonghwa slowly as he uses the back of his hand to wipe away the spit that coated his mouth and chin. “Lube?” He questions, and Seonghwa hops out of bed. 

“I have some in my bag,” he explains, filtering through it until he produces the bottle in question, a proud look on his face. “It’s strawberry. I have, um, condoms if you prefer.” Yunho waves away the thought of protection before he raises an eyebrow and tilts his head at Seonghwa. 

“Hwa, were you planning this?” he teases, realizing how prepared the other seemed to be, and Seonghwa’s face burns red yet again. 

“I was hopeful,” he clarifies, and Yunho’s entire demeanor softens. “Baby…” his voice is almost a whisper as he starts connecting all of the dots. The disappointed looks Seonghwa would give him - not because Yunho was doing something, but because he wasn’t doing anything. Hadn’t been making a move on Seonghwa to win him back. This whole time, Seonghwa had been dropping hints, and Yunho was too oblivious to realize. Truly, an idiot. At the soft word, Seonghwa lets out a choked sob, slapping a hand over his mouth. Despite the way he covers up his lips, Yunho can see the way Seonghwa’s eyes shimmer as they pool up with tears, and Yunho quickly steps off the bed to close the distance between them. “Baby, stop,” he hushes him, taking him into his arms as he strokes the back of his neck. 

“Are you going to leave me again, Yunho,” he questions as his face is tucked into the crook of Yunho’s neck, and his heart feels heavy. But his answer is instant, because he’s thought about this a lot. Over years of regret from leaving in the first place. His biggest regret. His biggest heartache. 

“I want to stay,” he said, without missing a beat, and Seonghwa lets out another choked sob. Yunho quickly frames the other’s jaw with his hands, leaning down to connect their foreheads together as he looks at him. “I’ll stay. Seonghwa, I’m staying.” It was a plea. It was a declaration. It was a promise. The way Seonghwa’s chin quivered in his silent cry broke Yunho in two. Tears slipped down the sides of his face, and Yunho caught each and every one with his thumbs, wiping them away as no tear had a place on Seonghwa’s face, ever. “I’ve spent every day regretting my decision to leave you, I’ve spent every day realizing that I’ll never move on, I’ll never love somebody else, because my heart only knows you. I’ll never leave again. I’m staying.” 

Yunho could feel the sniffle against his skin, even if he couldn’t hear it, and he continued to rub comforting circles into Seonghwa’s skin. “I trust you, but I’m scared,” he admitted, and both of Yunho's long arms wrapped around Seonghwa’s body tightly as he swayed them back and forth. 

“I understand,” Yunho answered softly. Truly, he did, and he’d be alarmed if Seonghwa was so quick to fall back into his arms without questioning Yunho’s intentions. “We’ll take it slow.” It was his best offer aside from just not existing and truly allowing Seonghwa to move onto somebody much, much better than him. 

“No,” Seonghwa disagreed, leaning back to look up at Yunho. The skin around his eyes shined, proof he’d started crying as he was nuzzled into Yunho. “I want all of the good things that we had. I want to continue building with you. I want you.” It was a declaration that froze Yunho’s heart, now scared himself although it was everything he wanted. 

His fear wasn’t from any form of indecisiveness, but the fear of fucking everything up again. However, Yunho knew that was a result of his regrets, because he knew exactly what he wanted moving forward. “I love you,” he blurted out with a soft voice, “I’ve never stopped.” Tears spilled down Seonghwa’s face again, and when the man in front of him reached up to wipe at his face, Yunho realized that he’d been crying, too. 

“I love you,” Seonghwa replied, and it felt like the largest weight in the world had been lifted off of Yunho’s shoulders, while his heart simultaneously grew ten sizes and filled his chest almost to the point of uncomfortability. 

It was the certainty in Seonghwa’s voice that released whatever had constricted his tears in the first place, and they fell much more freely now. “Let me make love to you.”

Seonghwa pressed his forehead to Yunho’s and squeezes his eyes shut as he nods rapidly, and Yunho steals another deep, long kiss before physically sweeping him off of his feet and carrying him bridal style to the bed, lips never parting as he gently sets Seonghwa down. He knows they’re both desperate for one another, because aside from the emotional moment they’d just shared, they were both still just as hard as they were prior to it. 

Yunho lays on his side, pulling Seonghwa over towards him so that his back is nestled into Yunho’s chest, halfway laying on top of him as Yunho curls around him, finding his mouth and claims it. His hand grasps Seonghwa’s forearm, gliding his hand up to his wrist, and to his hand, where he dislodges the bottle of lube and takes it in his own hand. He works quickly, especially because he had to break his kiss with Seonghwa, and lubes himself up before discarding the bottle probably onto the floor with everything else. Readjusting himself, he ruts in between Seongwha’s ass cheeks as he grabs at his thigh and lifts it to settle on top of his own. Returning to the kiss, Yunho lines himself up with Seonghwa’s entrance, slowly pushing in until the spongy head of his cock is engulfed. 

Seonghwa whimpers into the kiss. Yunho feels like he’s ascended. 

Pushing in farther, Yunho distracts his lover by licking into his mouth, by sucking on his tongue, and he slowly thrusts, each one getting him a little deeper until he’s buried inside of Seonghwa. After a moment where he’d given the other man a moment to adjust, Seonghwa nods into the kiss, rapidly, needily. He brings an arm up, hooking it around Yunho’s face as he grips into his hair, pulling at it as Yunho does as he’s asked and thrusts back into Seonghwa with longer and more intense strides. He’s already ready to come, but he absolutely never wants to end this moment. His fingers trace undefined patterns up Seonghwa’s slim waist, large hand cupping the swell of a pec before a fingertip begins to probe at a nipple. Rubbing it, pinching it, abusing it completely. Seonghwa pulls more on Yunho’s hair, but he can’t feel the pain because he’s far too elated for anything to hurt him right now. 

After a particularly harsh pinch of the but, Seonghwa groans into his mouth as his back arches significantly, pushing his ass back into him even further, and Yunho isn’t sure how much longer he can hold on. It’s a little embarrassing, his lack of stamina, but the only thing he’s known for years is his hand. Still working his movements slowly, his hand trails down to Seonghwa’s cock, hand encasing around him, his first stroke earning another mewl. Yunho smiles against Seonghwa’s lips, his entire body on fire. “You sound so pretty, hyung,” he purrs, squeezing his hand before he palms at the head, grasping around it and rolling his wrist around. “Please,” Seonghwa begs, though Yunho doesn’t know exactly what it is he’s begging for. He doesn’t even think Seonghwa knows. Stroking his shaft a couple more times, his large hand encases Seonghwa’s sack, massaging it as his thrusts increase in pace. Seonghwa’s soft, pretty sounds start shifting into screaming, and Yunho’s mouth is on his again to swallow each sound up. When the smaller goes rigid for the smallest second, Yunho knows the other is about to come, confirmed by the little spasms that work through Seonghwa’s entire body. Yunho is right behind him, filling him up completely as he works through his orgasm, still squeezing at Seonghwa’s now empty sack.

It’s a very long moment before Yunho slips out of Seonghwa, and kisses him lovingly on the temple before crawling out of bed before going to fill up the bathtub with warm water and bubble bath provided by the hotel. When he returns to the room, Seonghwa is lying there, looking up at the ceiling, his expression unreadable. Yunho crawls right on top of him, looking down at the most perfect face that there ever was, in his humble opinion. “Penny for your thoughts?” 

Seonghwa looks at him for a moment before a tiny smile, almost guilty, spreads across his lips. A hand reached out and rests on Yunho’s arm. “I was just giving it a moment to see if this was a very realistic dream, or a dream come true,” he confessed, and the red that crept up onto his face was matched nicely by Yunho’s. 

“You’re the dream come true,” Yunho clarified, leaning down for another tender kiss. “Now, let me clean you up.” 

“And then?” Seonghwa questioned whimsically. 

“And then I hold you all night.” 

“And then?”

“And then I hold you for the rest of forever.” 

#ateez smut #ateez seonghwa #ateez #ateez yunho #fanfiction #bl #ateezyunhwa #yunhwasmut

[seonghwazia]

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

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

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

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

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: smut, fluff, domestic / slice of life

word count: 11.4K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s getting so big,” Nari says.

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

Your daughter giggles, and you smile.

“Where’s y/n?” Seonghwa finally asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“After what?” Yunho presses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yunho’s face goes slack, “A what?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No,” He agrees, “not yet,” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re happy?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She sighs, and Seonghwa chuckles behind you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shake your head, “Only a little,” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nods. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s early,” 

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

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

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

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

“Mm, Hwa,” You pull him closer. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So much,” He smiles against your shoulder. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” Your voice is small. 

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

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

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

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

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

You could cry, you really could. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I hope so,” 

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

“Normal, I think?” You smile. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And now?” You sigh. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yunho chuckles. 

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

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

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

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

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

“So?” Your hand on his back tightens. 

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

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

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

“N-no,” You breathe. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You twitch beneath him, breath quickening. 

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

“Oh, god,” You sigh. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Still, you know better than to open your eyes. 

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

All you can manage is a stammering yes. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you want me to?” You clarify. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yun,” You moan, “more,” 

For the first time all morning, he listens. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, fuck,” You choke. 

Yunho chuckles and his hand speeds up. 

“God, oh god,” You pant. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come on,” He bids again, “let go,” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yunho’s hands tighten on your thighs. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You kiss him soft, “I love you,” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your eyes roll, thighs starting to shake.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm?” He calls. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hwa,” You repeat, “come over here,” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“y/n,” He chokes, “Jesus,” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seonghwa shudders. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really hot?” You offer. 

He chuckles, “Yeah,” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you want another girl?” You murmur. 

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

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

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

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

“You really mean that,” You smile softly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me either,” 

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

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

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

Seonghwa laughs, snuggling closer, “We know,” 

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

“Me too,” You kiss him softly. 

Seonghwa nods, “Me too,” 

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

“Yeah?” You cup his cheek. 

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

“No,” You study his eyes. 

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

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

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

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

“So you changed your mind?” You manage. 

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

“Our lives,” Seonghwa corrects. 

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

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

“Five more minutes,” Yunho shakes his head. 

“But,” You start to say. 

“Just five,” He repeats. 

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

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

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

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『paradise lost』 ; 03

❝ comfortably familiar ❞

↳ ending up on a side of town from the not so distant past, an old lover reminds you of the simplicity of things that you already know…as well as the confusion that comes with those which you do not.

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『 pairing 』 : jeong yunho x fem!reader

『 genre 』 : rekindled romance, explicit sexual content.

『 rating 』 : mature

『 word count 』 : 10.3k

『 warnings 』 : sexually explicit content: protected penetrative sex, oral sex (f rec), size kink, big dick kink, maybe poor decisions being made.

A bit far out from your usual sides of town — neither home nor the more eclectic art district that your best friend tends to drag you towards, you find yourself starved and exhausted by the seemingly endless demand of errands. Unsure of how you even ended up out here; well, that’s not true, as it’s quite a particular pattern of fabric you find yourself attempting to track down and willing to scour every store in the greater city area in a mission to acquire it, but it still feels as if you have been kidnapped and simply dropped in an only somewhat familiar area.

You’ve been here before. You’re not completely unfamiliar, but it’s been years.

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don’t hang up

18+ • drabble • yunho

“maybe next time you can try tinder!”

your friend enthusiastically offered after your recent failure to get- in your more than frustrated terms- at least one good fucking orgasm. lately, the task of cumming was all miss and little hit. the few people youve brought yourself to have fun with were much more talk than anything else. more disappointingly, even you couldn’t bring yourself adequate orgasm. there was an end but no spark. no big edge no toes curling no flush over your body. nothing but slightly less tense.

“have you even used the toy you got?”

you cringed. “god no. it just got here this today and after last night’s attempt at another round this morning i couldn’t bring myself to even take my panties off after i got dressed this morning. what’s the point?”

“cmon don’t say that! you have to try something new maybe. don’t count the toy out just yet, your hands either. you might be too tense to even-”

“baby?”

“yuyu?”

her boyfriend, yunho, must’ve just gotten there. you hear them greet each other, a bitter scowl on your face. not just because of your current situation but because Yunho was so attractive it made you blush. he used to come into your job, sending you looks. he’d have a knowing smile on his lips at the color of your cheeks. he would converse with you briefly but nothing big. you hoped he would ask you out but one day he came in with your friend in tow instead to drop her off. you tried not to look at him too much after that.

“hello? hey, you still there?”

“yeah sorry i was thinking.”

“i was- gonna say- stop it, yuyu- that i need to go.” you could hear him kiss her between her words. 

“ok bye.” you hear him say as you pull the phone away from your ear to sigh. 

for a moment you closed your eyes until you heard something. you looked around for a source before looking back down to your phone. holding it up, the call was still counting the seconds. he mustve thrown the phone before she could disconnect. 

as you stared in shock, a loud moan came through the phone. you paused for a brief moment before curiosity had you putting it back up to your ear. she let out a needy mewl and you could hear him chuckle. “do you need help with something? you’re making my palm wet and i just got here.” 

the image of Yunho on top of her with his big hand shoved between her thighs sent a shock between your own. you shouldn’t be listening but rather than ending the call you muted yourself.

“mhm. I-I was talking to ______ about her sex life. it w-was starting to make me think of you.”

“you were talking to ______?”

you couldn’t control how wet you got hearing him say your name nor help the small joy you felt at how interested he seemed that she was speaking to you. 

she must’ve nodded.

“what was she saying?” she made a confused noise at his question before she screamed out. the moan on the end was enough to have you leaning back. “you heard me.”

“she- she uh…”

“come on baby, get it out and you can have my fingers.” you licked your lips. fuck you wanted his fingers.

“she was asking for advice because she hasn’t been able to cum. not with anyone recently.”

your face burned with mild embarrassment at him knowing but it couldn’t stop the way you began massaging your breasts. the image of him plus the sound of his deep voice was too good.

but you need to hang up.

•yunho•

“what did you tell her?” I asked, trying to keep her satisfied enough to tell me. 

“I told her to try the dildo I convinced her to buy.” I rubbed her clit, coaxing the answers out. “I told her to try tinder too- AHH!”

I pinched her clit roughly without thinking before soothing it with my tongue. she gasped softly. “look at you, trying to find her a cock like mine? hmm?” I pulled the hood of her clit back with my thumb to suck it gently again. I hummed and i could feel her shiver.

“I w-wanted her to feel good like you make me feel.”

I chuckled. ‘me too.’ I slipped two fingers into her heat, knowing she could take the stretch. I slid my fingers slowly, I didn’t want to tease too much but it was too fun not to. “I make you feel good huh?” with a wicked grin I curl my fingers right against her spot.

•you•

she gasps out a scream. 

“Fuck” you whisper to yourself. Your thighs are rubbing together trying to find some kind of friction between your legs but its not doing much. You finally shed your pants. The softness of your sheets under you relax you some more as you continue to feel yourself up under the sounds of Yunho’s minstrations. He must be teasing the poor girl as the pattern of moaning then begging before you hear yunho’s wicked chuckle resets. The lewd sounds of his fingers in her pussy are making you want to venture into your panties. Its no use in fighting it when you hear him say “Hands and knees, baby.”

Your hand slips under the waistband before you can even form a thought.

The sounds start back up making you blush all over at the sound of his hips meeting her own so roughly. It doesn’t take long before shes completely gone.

•yunho•

His thrusts are a little harder than normal. He can’t figure out why he feels the need to do so but as hes bent over her, hands on each side of her face thats pressed into the pillow, he can’t help but think the drag of his cock against these tight walls would feel so much better if it was yours.

You.

“F~uck” his girlfriend cries out under him. He hadn’t noticed the rougher thrusts as his thoughts turned to you. He smirks, repeating the action to make her yell out again. Her hand shoots out to grip the other pillow by the top of the bed. He looks up to see her holding on for dear life but double takes almost comically as he hips falter. Is her screen still on? Holy fuck is the call still connected? …With you?

“Yunho?” he realizes hes stopped moving and slowly starts to do so again.

He reaches up to grab the phone before a familiar knowing smile spreads onto his face. Only shallow thrusts as he looks at the screen, definitely still connected to you. He sits up and picks up the pace to punishing. While your friend is already being fucked stupid, not aware of anything anymore except his cock, he puts the phone up to his ear.

“Naughty slut listening to her friend get fucked.” Voice barely above a whisper. Out of breath and taunting.

You freeze as if his eyes are on you. You don’t unmute it.

“It’s ok, I know you’re busy touching yourself. Rubbing that wet cunt to get off on the sounds this wet pussy makes while I fuck her stupid.” He slaps her ass to make her cry out, a punctuation on his statement. “It’s ok, naughty girls can listen.”

He holds the phone closer to where their bodies connect as he speeds up again. You stroke your walls faster at the sounds of his balls slapping against her skin. He brings the phone closer to your friend next before yanking her hair back with his free hand. He props his leg up, hitting deeper than before making her cry out again. 

He brings the phone back up, panting into the receiver. He lets himself pant and groan into it for a moment before speaking again. “Be a good girl and take it off mute.”

You hesitate. The hand in your panties halting.

“Please” he asks, a hint of a desperation in his tone. “I need to hear you.”

You do so as your fingers move again, speeding up before adding your other hand to your clit. The moment he hears your breathy moans he throws his head back with a smile. “Haha fuck, Tiny. You sound so good.” You clench around your own fingers knowing he’s talking to you. It encourages you to be more vocal. You start to reach for the toy you bought but almost as if he senses it he says. “I don’t want another cock in you. Fake or otherwise, got it?” you and your friend whimper ‘yes’s in unison. “If youre so desperate use your hands or nothing.” He releases the hold on her hair. You both go to furiously rub at your clit for some more help. Her face is buried in the pillow blabbering incoherrently about taking as much as he’ll give her as she works over her clit. He continues to pound into her from behind. Your hips are coming off the bed as you try to keep the intensity of the building climax. The shocks you can feel with each brush against the right spot make you more than desperate. You want the real release you’ve been craving. Hes so sweaty he can barely hang on to the phone. When you start sinnfully yet desperately begging into the air It slips momentarily but he catches it quickly bringing it back to his ear. He doesnt want to miss any of the sounds youre making despite the girl under him.

He can read the sound of your voice well somehow, almost as if you are in tune with your friend. Her pussy a stand in for yours as he can feel her cunt clenching at the brink of release any moment. He’s not sure how but when he knows your on the edge he rasps “cum.”

Both girls scream out in release. His girlfriend bringing the pillow she was grasping down almost to cover her face, burying the scream of pleasure inside it. Her body tenses but Yunho takes her through her high, reeling on the high pitched screams he hears through the phone and the vulgar squelching coming through as well.

His movements become a little more erratic as he is almost there with them. She weakly tries to squirm away when its becoming too much but he grips her hip tight.

“Beg for it” he whispers to you but she mustve heard because he hears her shaky voice say ‘please give it to me’ he grips a little harder but it isn’t until he hears one word from the other end of the line that he is able to reach his breaking point.

“Please.”

Its small and weak but he can hear the pleading in your tone.

He pulls out as quickly as he possibly can, barely making it to cum on her back, getting her cunt and her ass a little from the urgency. He laughs to himself as he sees his girlfriend slumped on the bed with the pillow still covering most of her face. In her haze, your friend is trying to catch her breath with her eyes closed. He puts the phone up to his face again after a breath “You did so good, Baby.” He says as he strokes her side but you know he is speaking to you. When you dont answer he says, “Tiny?”

“Th-Thank you, Yunho.”

He laughs under his breath. “Anytime, Tiny.” You can practically see the smile on his face.

After actually hanging up, you stare at the ceiling. You should get cleaned up but you’re still trying to process what the fuck just happened.

♡ pt 2 ♡

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in this sweet flow - j.yh 18+

» j.yunho x fem!reader » smut/pwp 18+  » language, explicit smut (smut warnings under the cut) » after your best friend encourages you to pick up a new hobby to fill your free time, you find yourself planted in the back of a cramped art studio stuck between a rock and a hard place - an art prodigy who is distractingly good with his hands and the last credit keeping you from getting your degree. » wc 9.1k (._.)

a/n: pls reblog and consider leaving some feedback, i thrive on feedback! pls do be nice tho i dont feel the best about this one lfkgjldkfg cheers to me finishing my semester! have yunho fic <3

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“Ghost of You”

Synopsis: dealing with your beloved’s demise will never be easy

👤: Jeong Yunho

📼: Ghost - Justin Bieber

genre & warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of death, implications of trauma, suicide, and depression, sprinkle of fluff, fantasy (inspired by anohana)

word count: 2.8k

requested by: @xddjoong

Birds chirping, soft wind blowing, and the bright sunlight shines down upon you as you walk down the isle of freshly trimmed grass. A peaceful and warm day outside yet your heart is frozen and is filled with agony.

Halting your steps in front of a tombstone, you crouched and placed the bouquet of red and pink carnations down.

‘I still can’t forget you, i love and miss you so much.’

“Hey honey,” you mumbled, hands reaching over to touch the engraved name in the marble stone, “how are you doing over there? I hope you’re happy.”

'Even if I’m not.’

“It’s been a year since you departed from me,” you took a deep breath, feeling the emotions welling up inside you, “don’t worry though, I’m doing my best to live my life.”

Lies.

Yes, you were living your life but not at its fullest, you’re just going with the flow, feeling hollow every day without your starlight.

A lot of people comforted you, told you words of encouragement, they never left your side and stayed with you at your darkest moments.

You appreciated all of their efforts, thankful that they didn’t think of you as a dramatic ass person, thus, you did your best to feign a smile.

Fake it 'til you make it, what’s worse is when they took it as a genuine one.

'If it’s him, he’ll surely know.’

After a long tiring day, you plopped down on your bed.

It felt empty and cold, the other side is absent of something, or more specifically, someone.

'Life wouldn’t be this difficult only if I still have you by my side, Yunho.’

There was a lot of time that you wished for him to come back, you were willing to sacrifice everything just to be with him once again. You were ready to give your own life up if it means that you’ll see him on the other side.

You ache for him so much that life did not matter to you any more, and it took a lot of convincing from your family and friends for you to continue your journey even without him.

You closed your eyes, trying to force the tears back down from where they came from.

Looks like it’ll be an another episode of you crying yourself to sleep.

When you opened your eyes, an eerily familiar face greeted you, even its voice is the exact same of the person that you were thinking about before you lulled yourself to dreamland.

“Come on, Y/N, wake up!”

Okay, now you’re definitely awake.

A loud shriek came out of your lips, scrambling away from the unknown yet intimate person that is currently kneeling on the floor, right across from your bed.

“Who the fuck are you?!”

He sighed and stood up, resulting in you screaming your head off once again as you threw your pillows at him. You were about to cover yourself with your blanket (sort of like a protection although it’s useless), only then you noticed that the pillows did not hit him, but it went through him instead.

What in the world?

A staring contest between you and the entity ensued, him breaking the silence when it got louder to the point that your ears might bleed due to the intensity that is building up between the two of you.

“It’s me, Jeong Yunho.”

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violet roses | j.y

synopsis: yunho is so bored with everything. college is boring, his job at the flower shop is boring, his very life is boring and he isn’t sure how he’s going to survive the next few hours of his shift.

that is, until you show up. and suddenly yunho’s life becomes a lot less boring.

pairing: english major!yunho x art major!reader, dom!yunho x sub!reader

word count: 6.5k

warnings: told in yunho’s pov, afab reader, reader uses she/her pronouns, short reader, fluff, smut, college au, s2l trope, san mingi and hyunjin are mentioned, yunho is Whipped, yunho is also v v protective, pet names like pip squeak, light sexual teasing, gay mingi in the background, size kink, corruption kink, car sex, grinding, groping, dirty talk, praise, vaginal fingering, protected vaginal sex, daddy kink, multiple orgasms, light aftercare.

authors note: this is a reupload from http-chan. i am not stealing, i am reposting my own work.

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early hours (j.yh)

summary: you run into him in the hallway of the hotel, it's late and you're exhausted from the concert, but he thinks you should grab a drink and you can't help but agree

prompt: Hi! Sooo it might gonna be a little similar to into the aurora, but I kinda let my mind wander about what would it be like (probably really really lucky) to bump into yunho after a concert (like you know as a fan) and eventually have a one night stand with him..

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // i hope this is what you were looking for!! honestly it got away from me there in the middle, i'm just also very in love with this man. i hope you enjoy!! <3

warnings: idol!yunho, fem!reader, one night stand, slight injury and brief description of a bloody cut, oral (f receiving), protected sex, semi rough sex, free use kink, praise, *slight* brattiness / teasing, size kink, use of the pet name 'tiny', big dick yunho. please let me know if I missed any.

pairings: yunho x reader

genre: idol x non idol, self insert, smut-a-thon with some fluff

word count: 8.8K

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Everything about your night feels absolutely electric, the feeling of the music still buzzing in your skin, your legs exhausted from standing, your hands numb from clapping. Now, laying in your hotel room after the show on top of the

 comforter, you replay the little moments in your mind. It was lucky you were able to go, a ticket given to you from a friend who could not longer make it, a VIP seat almost at the barricade. It had been perfect, it didn’t even matter that you went alone.

Flipping over onto your stomach, you pull your phone back out and scroll through the videos you were able to take during the show – every second of footage shockingly good quality. They’re handsome, of course, but the power in their dancing and the magnetic charisma of each and every one of them is overwhelming, the videos paling in comparison to the feeling of being mere feet from the stage’s edge.

Glancing at the clock, you see that it’s already twelve-thirty in the morning. You have a bit of a long drive to make in the morning, especially if you’re going to make it back to your apartment to get some work done, and you really should get to sleep. If you didn’t start winding down now, you never would.

Despite your sore muscles, you drag yourself off the bed and into a warm shower, washing off the show and trying to relax. You keep your hair dry, already freshly washed and dried that morning, but take your time removing your makeup and refreshing your skin before you get dressed for bed. You’re tucked in already, cozy in your gray sweats and oversized black hoodie, when you realize how hoarse your voice feels after the show.

There’s nothing in the mini-fridge and no little bottles of courtesy water left on the dresser, so you’re stuck with tepid tap water. With a sigh, you pull on a pair of fluffy socks, pick up the small empty ice bucket, grab your room key, and head out into the hall. It’s late, and the hotel is quiet around you, everyone in their respective rooms fast asleep.

The ice machine is around the corner, down the hall, and set back in an enclave next to a vending machine. You fill your bucket up, stifling a wide yawn, before shaking off the sleepy feeling and closing the lid of the ice dispenser. Turning on your heel, you turn the corner and collide directly into a chest.

The man was walking at a good clip, turning the corner himself, so you rock back on unsteady footing, tripping backwards and colliding with the floor hard. The ice bucket in your hand slips, and the sharp metal edge of the lip of the bucket cuts across your palm, flaring a sharp line of pain in your hand.

“I’m so sorry!” the man exclaims, immediately reaching down for you.

“It’s okay,” you shake your head, brushing off some wayward cubes of ice that landed on you, “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

When you look up your breath catches in your throat.

“Still,” the man says, crouching at your side and softly gripping under your forearms to help you to your feet, “I was too busy looking at my phone. Are you okay?”

“Uh,” you fish in your brain for anything to say, “yes, yeah, I’m fine.”

Now on your feet, you realize just how tall he is, especially standing so close. His eyes are kind, soft and brown, an embarrassed blush across his cheeks, and he keeps his hands resting on your arms as he looks down at you.

“I really am sorry,” he says again.

The shock of recognizing him is wearing off and you take a small step back, waving him off, “I promise, it’s fine. Thank you for your help though,”

His eyes widen suddenly and he reaches for you, taking your hand in his and turning it over in his wide palm, “Your hand!”

Across the heel of your hand, a deep cut runs across the fleshy base of your thumb where the sharp edge of the ice bucket dragged across it. Blood wells over, smeared across your skin where you skidded on the floor when you fell. Looking at it now, you can feel it, a slow throb of pain radiating out.  

“Oh,” you manage, grimacing.

“Now, I’m really sorry,” he says, and when you glance up at him you can see how red his ears have gone.

“I think it looks worse than it is,” you pull your hand back and smile, “you don’t need to worry.”

His eyebrows are knit together in concern and as you lean down to pick up the discarded ice bucket, he glances down the empty hall, and then back to you. “Let me do that,” he drops down, gathering the ice that has scattered on the hotel floor and dropping it into his own empty bucket to discard.

You rock back on your heels and watch him as he fusses around you, clearly embarrassed, and you take the moment to look him over. He’s much more handsome up close, but without the makeup and styled hair, he looks so real.

“I’m y/n, by the way,” you say.

He looks up, meeting your eyes again and smiles, “I’m Yunho,”

“I know,” you say, and now you know you’re blushing yourself.

“Oh,” he helps you to your feet again, “you’re a fan?”

“Kind of,” again, you wish for nothing more than a filter over your mouth.

His eyes widen a bit as he takes in your words, “Kind of a fan,”

“Sorry,” you shake your head, “my friend gave me her ticket, I only knew some of your songs before, but the show was amazing. I’m a fan now,”

He grins, “Oh, well that’s nice, thank you.”

There’s a bit of a pause between you, and you know it’s time to let him off the hook. You should go back to your room and figure out the cut on your hand and go back to your original plan of going to sleep. You should let him get back to his room and whatever his plans were for the evening. You should.

“Well, I should let you go,” you take a step away, and his hand leaves your elbow, “but it was nice to meet you, and really, the show was incredible.”

You start to step away, but he stops you, “Wait, wait,” Yunho steps in front of you, blocking your path back up the hall, “at least let me take care of your hand, I feel terrible.”

“Oh, no I think it’s honestly fine,” you smile, “like I said, it looks worse than it is.”

“You have a first aid kit in your room?” He asks, and something in his expression tells you that he already knows you don’t.

“Not exactly,”

“Then let me patch you up,” his smile is warm and inviting, everything about his presence easy and comfortable, “it’s the least I can do.”

“You travel with a first aid kit?” You raise an eyebrow, but let him take your hand again so he can take a look at the cut.

“No,” he shakes his head, “but our managers do,”

“Fine,” you concede, “I guess it can’t hurt.”

“Good,” he nods and gestures with his arm for you to follow, “my room’s just down here.”

A flutter of anxiety washes through you, the idea of being in his room strange and sudden. You had been minutes from sleep not that long ago, and now here you are walking into Jeong Yunho’s hotel room. It feels a little like a dream, but think that at least in a dream you wouldn’t have embarrassed yourself in front of him and cut open your hand, you would have said something cool and flirty, so definitely this is just reality.

He opens the door with a keycard and holds the door open for you, “Come on in,”

You thought he would have a roommate or at least a manager in the room, but when you step over the threshold and the heavy hotel door shuts behind you, you realize that his room is just like yours, empty with one queen sized bed and clothes and travel supplies littered around.

“Obviously I didn’t think I’d have company,” he jogs across the room and grabs the clothes up off the floor, tossing them into an open suitcase and flipping it shut. He sweeps away some wrappers off the counter top too and pushes them into a waiting wastebasket.

“Oh, it’s fine,” you laugh, “you haven’t seen my room.”

It’s cute how nervous he seems to be, and when he’s done clearing away the clutter he rubs a hand across the back of his neck. He looks up, and realizes that you’re still standing in the entryway. “Sorry, here, take a seat and I’ll get the first aid kit.”

He physically steers you into the room and back towards the edge of the bed. He ducks into the bathroom, and you hear him shuffle around, clearly digging through items, before he comes back with a handful of supplies. “This should be good,”

“I appreciate this, by the way,” you tell him, “I’m sure that you’re exhausted after the show.”

 He sits next to you on the edge of the bed and drops the first aid items between you, before taking your injured hand back into his and sweeping a warm wet washcloth across your skin. “Honestly, after a show I can never sleep.”

“Really?”

“I’m always too keyed up,” he shrugs, carefully wiping away the blood away from your hand, staining the washcloth pink, “it’s such a rush of energy and then suddenly nothing,”

“They have a word for that,” you say, hissing slightly when he presses a little too hard across the cut itself.

He lifts the cloth and looks up from his work to your eyes, “Sorry, sorry,”

“I’m good,” you assure him.

He nods and more carefully sweeps the cloth over your skin, “You were saying?”

“Oh,” you run back through the thoughts, the conversation from a moment ago, “Oh! Yes, that feeling, they call it post concert depression.”

“That’s accurate.” He says, pointedly.

“Everything and then nothing,” you nod, “it must be overwhelming for you.”

He shrugs, but you can see he’s nodding too, and as he squeezes out a bit of ointment to apply to your hand he says, “It can be. You go from thousands of fans telling you they love you to your own thoughts alone in a hotel room within an hour. Nothing can really prepare you for how that feels.”

“I’m sure,” you murmur. With a glance around the room you realize how empty it must be, on tour with no one but your crew and group mates, far from home in strange places, sometimes with a heavy language barrier. The words leave you before you can catch them, “It seems kind of lonely,”

His fingers still and he looks up to you, “Sometimes,”

This close, he really is just a boy. Your stomach flip flops and you lean back a bit, blush heating your cheeks again. You can’t quite stop thinking about his beautiful mouth.

You can almost touch the pause between you, the silence stretching out and enveloping you both, but he clears his throat softly and looks back down to your hand, “I think you were right, it’s really not too bad.”

“I thought so,”

“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” He asks, peeling open a bandaid.

“Not too much,” you shake your head.

He turns your hand over in his, the back of your knuckles resting in his palm, and you realize just how large his are and how small yours looks held in his. “Did you come to the show with someone?” he asks suddenly.

“No,” you shift, angling towards him a bit more to make the position more comfortable, “I came by myself, my friend only had the one ticket.”

              He hums in acknowledgement and pauses briefly before he says, “Did you travel far? By yourself?”

You catch his eyes, your eyebrows raised, “Not too far, and yes. It’s only a three hour drive, I just didn’t want to drive back so late in case I was tired.”

Yunho nods, and refocuses on his task to apply two large bandaids over the cut, his long fingers smoothing out the edges of the adhesive tightly over your skin. He examines his work carefully to make sure it fits comfortably over your hand and murmurs, “There we go,”

You pull your hand back, flexing your fingers and testing out the feeling, “That’s perfect, thank you so much.”

“It was my fault you got hurt anyways,” he smiles, “I’m just glad it wasn’t too bad and I could help.”

You’re pretty sure you should get up and leave, but his smile is kind and warm and you can’t quite make your legs move. His eyes flick over you, his fingertips lingering on your injured hand, and when his ears flush red again he stands and clears his throat, “Well,”

“I should get back to my room,” you interrupt, jumping up and pulling down the sleeves of your hoodie, “but thank you so much.”

He steps back and towards the door, pulling it open and holding out an arm to let you pass through it into the hallway. When he follows you out into the hall and shuts the door he says, “Let me walk you back to your room, it’s late.”

“You don’t have to do that,” you tell him, but you smile up at him anyways.

 “I want to,” he assures you.

There’s a pause, and you remember yourself, “Oh, right! It’s this way,” you wave him to follow you and start down the hallway back towards the ice machine, walking in step with each other slowly.

“So,” he glances down at you, “what do you do?”

“I’m a student,” you tell him, “in graduate school.”

“Oh,” he nods, “that’s impressive.”

You shrug, “I wouldn’t say that,”

“I would,” he shakes his head, “I was never very good at staying attentive during school let alone doing post grad. I had too much energy,”

“It makes sense you’re a dancer then,” you note, and with every sidelong glance up at him your stomach flutters. He isn’t flirting with you, he’s just being kind, but he’s still just as charming and it makes you wish for just a little more time with him.

“Mm,” he nods, “I have to be moving, I can’t help it.”

You’ve noticed that already, in the short time you’ve spent together. Even after the long show it seems like he is overflowing with energy. His leg bouncing, his fingers dancing, something unconscious vibrating under his skin.

Now that you’ve turned the corner on the hotel floor, you can see your door just ahead and you wish there was just a little more hallway. “Do you leave soon?” You ask him.

“Tomorrow afternoon,” he nods, “you?”

“Sometime in the morning, I think. I have some work to get done tomorrow and shouldn’t leave too late,”

As you approach your door, you slow your steps and he realizes you must be at your room. “This is me,” you gesture towards the door and turn to face him, “thank you for everything.”

He waves your thanks off and smiles, “It’s really the least I could do,” he says again.

“It really was nice to meet you,” you tell him honestly, “I’m just sorry I ran right into you to do it.”

“Oh, I’m not,” he says, and then you watch his expression shift as he backtracks, “well, I’m sorry I knocked you over, but I’m not sorry I met such a pretty girl.”

Heat flushes your face instantly at his words and you glance down, fighting a smile.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he clears his throat and shifts from foot to foot, “I’m sorry, it’s late and I’m clearly making a bit of a fool of myself.”

 You laugh immediately, looking back up to him, “Hardly. You’re actually very charming, it’s kind of annoying.”

He laughs, covering his mouth with one hand and taking a step away, “I’m annoying you, am I?”

“No, I just meant,” you sigh, covering your face with your hands, “I really just don’t think before I speak, I swear.”

“y/n,” your name on his lips sends a chill through you and you look up at him, “Don’t be embarrassed, I like it.”

“You like me calling you annoying?”

Something passes over his face at your words, a shift, and he says, “I do, it’s cute.”

Your stomach clenches, the conversation drifting into a new space you feel wholly unprepared for. You cross your arms, tucking your hands away and looking up to him, “You’re not what I expected,”

“No?” He grins, leaning on the wall next to your door.

“You don’t seem like an idol,” you explain.

He shrugs, “We are just people,”

“I’m getting that,” you say honestly. At a beat between you, you sigh, “How late is it?”

He pulls his cellphone out of his sweat pants pocket and checks the time before quickly returning it, “Almost two,”

You sigh, nodding and reach into your pocket for your keycard, “It’s late… I should go,”

He nods and watches as you swipe your card over the door lock and prop open the heavy door. Something is stalling you, pulling you back into the hall, but he makes the leap for you. He reaches out and gently touches your forearm, “Maybe I’m feeling bold because it’s so late,” he says and you look back to him, “but I’ve enjoyed talking to you, if you’re not too tired maybe we could have a drink or something?”

“You want to have a drink with me?” You can’t help the look of shock that crosses your face.      “Well, yes,” his hand rests more comfortably on your forearm now, his thumb stroking your skin softly, just once, “if you want to.”

You shift back towards him, the door closing behind you now that you’re no longer propping it open, “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” he nods.

“Do you want to have a drink with me because you want to have a drink with me, or because you don’t want to be alone after the show?”

His eyes flick away, and you can see him think before he looks up and says, “Can it be both?”

His honesty makes this easier, knowing that he wasn’t feeding you a line just to be a flirt or trick you into something. You smile, “Yeah,”

“What about you?” He asks, taking a step towards you and closing the space between you, “If you say yes is it because you want to have a drink with me, or because you’re alone in a strange hotel room?”

He has a warm, flirtatious smile on his lips, and you’re suddenly extremely aware of the proximity between you both and between you and the door behind you. “Both,” you answer. It’s entirely possible you’re reading into things, but it’s also entirely possible Yunho is making a move and this night might end with him inside you. Warmth curls in your belly at the thought.

“So, what do you say?” He shifts a little closer, and you press a hand to the center of his chest to keep him where he is.

“Let’s have a drink.” You agree, “But I don’t have anything inside.”

He steps away and thinks a moment, “Give me ten minutes and I’ll come back,”

“You’re not going to disappear on me, are you?” You tease with a sly smile.

“Definitely not,” he squeeze your arm softly before he drops it, “I’ll be right back.”

 He steps back and you move to open your door again. His eyes flick up to the number on your hotel room door and you watch him silently repeat the number to himself and commit it to memory. He tells you he’ll see you soon, and you watch him jog down the hallway in the direction of his room.

Once he disappears and you slip back into your own room things feel suddenly incredibly surreal. Meeting him like this felt like meeting anyone, bumping into a stranger and making a connection just like you would at a bar. The ten minutes between your door closing and Yunho knocking is fast, and you spend it picking up your space and cleaning up the bedding, quickly brushing your teeth, fluffing your hair and discarding the oversized sweatshirt.

His soft knock on your door has you jumping out of your skin, but you pull the door open and can’t help but laugh. He’s holding up a six pack of obviously cold light beers, and two bottles of soju, an incredibly cheeky grin on his face. He’s a flirt, then.

“Come in,” you wave him in, and he crosses by you to set the drinks on the desk and turn back to you. It doesn’t escape your notice that his eyes flick over you, your body more on display in a fitted tank top now that your sweatshirt was off.

“I’m not sure what you like,” he pulls a beer from the sleeve and holds it out to you, “but this is pretty light,”

“It’s fine,” you tell him, popping the top off the beer and discarding the twist off in the trash, “where did you get this anyways? It’s two in the morning.”

“The downstairs bar is open until three,” he explains.

“Ah,” you take a swig of the beer and watch him follow suit. It’s easier to watch him now that you both have acknowledged the heat between you, and you find yourself appreciating a lot of little things. His hands are large, making the bottle in his grip seem smaller. You find yourself staring at the soft edge of his jaw when he tips his head back for a drink, and noticing the broad set of his shoulders when he stands at his full height.

Yunho takes a few more sips of his drink, and once he’s had about a third of his beer, he reaches for a bottle of soju to mix in a shot. You hop up from your perch on the dresser and reach out to him, “Oh, wait, let me.”

His brow is a little furrowed, but he hands the unopened bottle of soju to you. “Okay?”

“I’m not a very seasoned drinker,” you explain, “but I do have a party trick or two. I think everyone should,”

With practiced hands you flip the bottle quickly, the alcohol inside spinning quickly into a whirlwind. Taking the neck of the bottle in one hand, you tap your opposite elbow firmly on the base of the bottle before twisting it cleanly around in your hands, all the while untwisting the cap. You present the open bottle with a flourish, the soju still whirling inside, and take a small playful bow. He’s grinning, and he claps at the trick, “That’s expertise,” he says.

“In opening bottles, maybe,” you pass it over to him so he can add his shot, and then add one to your bottle too, “in drinking, not so much.”

“Me either,” he confesses, “a drink here or there, but I’m not really one to overdo it.”

“You’re probably too busy,” you take a drink, and sidle closer to where he sits on the edge of the hotel room’s desk.

He shrugs, “it’s that, but also it makes your body feel terrible. If I don’t have a clear head it shows up on stage.”

“That makes sense,”

“Yeah,” he takes another drink, but you can see he’s already slowing down, “we have to be very conscious about our health, so drinking occasionally is fine but I don’t normally do it.”

“But you wanted to drink with me?” You ask, turning towards him more fully.

He smiles, “I thought it might be weird if I asked you to just keep talking in your room at two in the morning. Drinks are a good excuse,”

His honesty strikes you again, “I think I still would have said yes.”

“Really?” He raises an eyebrow.

You nod, taking another drink, and say, “Maybe I’m reading this wrong, but I don’t think you’re here just to talk, right?”

Yunho is quiet, his eyes flicking over you, “You’re very direct.”

“I’ve been told,” you smile, shrugging.

“I like direct,” he clarifies.

“Yunho,” you murmur, and you watch his eyes flicker at the sound of his name, “what do you want?”

He swallows, takes another drink, and swallows again, his throat tight, “If you’re saying yes, then I’d like to fuck you.”

The bottle in your hand slips a little and you grip down on it to keep it from falling, Yunho watches and smiles at your reaction. It cannot be overstated that this is not how you thought the night was going to go.

“Yes,” you decide not to think.

His hands are on you in a moment, one braced on your hip and the other cupping the back of your neck so he can drag you forwards along the desk and crash his mouth into yours. You like direct too.

“Fuck,” he curses softly when he breaks the kiss, “I’m sorry, I was going to be cooler about this, but you’re very cute.”

You hum a laugh against his mouth, feeling his smile, and shake your head a little when you break away, “I really don’t think we have to pretend if it’s just tonight,”

“Yeah?”

“Be yourself,” you kiss him again, “I’ll be myself. It’s only one night, so why be nervous the whole time?”

“I like you,” he grins, “I’m really glad I met you,”

“Ran into me,” you tease him.

“Ran into you,” he nods, “now come here,” The way he kisses is fast, firm, and insistent, his tongue dipping into your mouth and running along yours, a huff of warm shared breath between you. His hands hold you perfectly, fingers applying perfect pleasure as he squeezes you and it sends a dizzy rush through your brain when you realize just how small you are in his grip.

When you shudder a moan against his mouth, heat pooling in your core, he pulls back and stands up. Moving in front of you, he hooks his fingers in the top of your sweats and yanks down, taking your underwear with them. You brace your hands on the desk to lift your hips up so he can pull them all the way off and toss them to the side.

“Arms up,” he says, soft and firm, when he starts to pull your shirt over your head, and you comply immediately.

You can see the outline of his hard cock through his own sweatpants, and your mouth goes dry at the sight. He takes a step back to regard you and smiles, reaching down and catching one of your feet in his hands, still wearing your fluffy, colorful socks. “These are too fucking cute,” he teases you, and you blush.

“Stop it,” you laugh.

“I don’t know,” he drags a hand up your calf, under the hook of your knee, the top of your thigh, “Maybe you should leave them on, they’re kind of hilarious.”

“I clearly wasn’t expecting to get laid,” you start to say, but when his fingers dip down and brush your inner thigh, mere inches from your core, you gasp a breathy inhale.

“Still cute,” he smirks, and before you can retort he’s on his knees.

Looking down at him sends a rush of instant heat through you, and you barely register the fact that he’s slipped your socks off now and tossed them aside, leaving you fully naked and exposed to his gaze. His hands grip your backside and drag you forward on the desk, lining your hips up perfectly with the edge, and he pushes your thighs open to move forwards between them.

He’s moving fast, rocketing past teasing kisses and harmless groping, but you don’t seem to care. There’s a time clock on the night, and you’re sure once he’s had his fill he’ll leave and move on with his tour and his life, but you’re oddly okay with it. He dips low, hooking your legs over his shoulders, “Lay back,” he instructs.

You ease back on the desk, still staying propped up on your forearms so you can look down between your legs and see the dark mop of his hair, but providing him the access that he needs. He presses close to the apex of your thighs but doesn’t quite touch you, softly he blows a stream of cool air over your exposed clit and you jolt. “You have the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen,”

His words make you arch your back just slightly, involuntarily, and you let out a breathy moan, “Oh my god,”

“Do you want my mouth on you, pretty girl?” he asks, pressing wet kisses to your inner thighs.

An image of his mouth flashes in your brain, his plush bottom lip, his perfectly curved cupid’s bow. The way his tongue juts into his cheek when he’s teasing. You’re surprised at how easily you beg for him, “Please, please,”

He chuckles, bringing his arms under your thighs now and reaching around to brace your hips. His hands settle over your stomach and lower ribs, and he presses firmly down with his hands when he realizes you’re still propped up and not laying flat like he wants you. You drop back, letting your head rest against the hard desktop, the cool chill of the wood adding to the prickling sensation of goosebumps across your body.

“Say please again,” he tells you, and your words catch in your throat when he licks a firm stripe up your slit.

“P-please,” you shudder, and he listens.

He devours you, hungry for every drop of your slick arousal, and desperate to hear every little pant and moan you make when he focuses on sucking softly at your swollen clit. He dips his tongue inside you, hot and pulsing, and you groan, trying to rock your hips but finding that his hands are holding you exactly where he wants you.      

When he delivers a sharp suck, your brain whites out, “Fuck, fuck,” you’re reaching for something to grab, to hold, and you desperately grip one of his hands. He twists it, catching your hand in his much larger one, intertwining your fingers and keeping it pressed to your stomach as he works you.

“There you go,” he pants when you arch against his tongue, flicking your clit perfectly from side to side.

“Yunho,” his hands grip down on you when you say his name, and pleasure curls tight inside you, ready to burst. “Yunho, I can’t,”

He doesn’t respond, simply works his mouth against you faster, firmer, his nose bumping your clit. Your free hand laces into his hair, gripping tightly and he groans against your heat. Your hips are bucking softly, chasing the sensation, and he shifts the tempo of his tongue to match your needy thrusts and perfect the pace you need. It’s seconds before you’re about to fall over the edge, your thighs shaking and your legs tightening around him. You pant his name again, and he presses closer, the added pressure tipping you over into a tidal wave.

The sound that leaves your lips is desperate, a crying choke of pleasure as you arch back, legs locked tightly around him, and your hand slipping out of his hair to come down hard on the table and brace yourself there. When your moans turn to soft whimpers, he slows, lapping at you softly through your aftershocks and pressing kisses to your inner thighs.

“Oh my god, you’re good at that,” you manage, recovering your breath.

He leans back, untangling his hand from yours and gently unhooking your legs from his shoulders. He holds you up, since you had wriggled off the edge of the desk a bit and helps ease you up to a sitting position again. He looks overwhelmingly pleased with himself, a wet glisten of your arousal across his mouth and chin. His hair is mussed from where you grabbed it, his cheeks flushed pink, and you want nothing more than to tackle him and kiss him soundly.

Yunho stands to his full height and offers you a hand, “Let’s move somewhere more comfortable,”

“Yeah,” you nod, a little breathless still.

He steers you to the bed, tipping you backwards so you can collapse onto the mattress and you watch him as he undresses. He pulls the loose tour t-shirt over his head and you can’t help but admire him, watching him carefully as he moves to shuck off his sweats. He’s incredibly lean, taut sinewy muscles that jump with every flex of his hands or shift of his body. Bruises litter his shins and knees, and you catch more along his elbows and forearms, a collection you suspect is from how hard they dance.

When he drops his boxers, you can feel your eyebrows jump up and he laughs at your expression. “What?” he teases.

“Oh please,” you roll your eyes, “you know exactly what.”

He blushes, his ears running red, and he clears his throat a little awkwardly before moving forwards to kneel on the mattress between your open legs. He sweeps a broad hand up your thigh, kneading your skin softly and says, “You still good?”

He’s nervous, you realize. You suspect that in his past he’s had a few negative experiences given his expression, girls who maybe shied away or feigned some excuse to end things early. Despite his intimidating size though, you’ve never wanted anything more, and you can feel the low throb of your core return as you look at him.

“I’m still very good,” you assure him, reaching up a hand.            

His expression clears slightly, “Yeah?”

You change tactics, shifting up fully to a sitting position and reaching up to catch the back of his neck and pull him down, “Don’t be so full of yourself,” you tease him, hoping to lighten the tension, “I can take you just fine.”

He smirks, falling over you easily and holding himself suspended above you, “you think so?”

You really hope you can, but you double down, “Easy.”

The head of his cock connects with your entrance suddenly with a shift of his hips and you jerk, surprised at the sudden sensation, and he pushes forwards just enough to slip the head of him inside you, a hungry sly smile across his face now that he knows you’re back to playing. He pulls back when you gasp, a laugh on his lips and shakes his head, “You’re not ready yet.”

You want him so badly it makes you feel needy, a squirming urge to rock yourself against his cock until you come or until he fucks you into the floor, and you push him back with a hand on his shoulder just slightly so you can better meet his gaze, “Yes, I am,”

He smiles down at you, pleased with your bratty insistence, and shifts back up to kneel between your open legs again. He pulls you up by your hips, dragging your body into a better position, and for a moment you think he’s about to throw hesitation out the window and do it, but he doesn’t. He strokes himself with one hand as he looks down at you, and then lines your hips together, positioning you so he can let the hard straight length of his cock rest on top of your mound.

From here you can feel the hot length of him, from the base against your pubic bone to the tip that just covers your navel. Yunho squeezes your hips in his hands as he looks down at you, “You really think you’re ready for this, tiny?”

The nickname has your muscles clenching around nothing, your fingers tightening in the sheets, and a breathy groan slips out of your lips.

“Oh,” he smiles, “you like that, don’t you?”

Before this minute you didn’t, but here with him above you, proving with every inch of his body just how much larger he is than you? You want nothing more than to be caged in by him and used just the way he wants you. “Yes,” you manage, “please,”

“Please?” He chuckles, sliding back.

You nod, your hips jerking up and trying to catch some friction against your clit as he drags his cock back off you.

He shakes his head, “I’ve got to work you up to it, tiny.”

You want to respond, you want to say something teasing and clever, but the words die on your lips when he dives two of his long fingers inside you. He reaches the tender soft spot inside you easily, something that you could only hit just right with your favorite vibrator, but he catches it with ease and flicks his finger against it perfectly, his thumb landing on your clit to deliver punishing circles.

Your hips work against his hand, grinding down desperately for more pressure and he delivers it, picking up your needs immediately.

“Please,” you blink up, catching his eyes, “please fuck me,”

He shakes his head, “Only if you come again,”

“But,” you start to say, but a firm push of his hand and the addition of a third finger has you choking back a moan and arching into his hands.

“Are you close, pretty?” his low voice sparks pleasure up your body.

All you can do is whine a yes, nodding as you press your eyes shut and let the sensations roll over you. Heat flushes your chest, spreading a blush up your neck and face, and all you can hear is the wet sounds of his fingers working your sopping core. He hums softly in approval and it sends you over again, wrenching your body tight and up, your hips raised and bucking as you crest into your second orgasm.

Yunho’s wide palm comes down quickly over your lower stomach and he presses you down hard to force your hips back to the mattress and he continues pumping his fingers, holding you steady through your release. You barely register it when his fingers leave you, your head spotty and dazed, but you come back to yourself at the feeling of his cock nudging your clit.

“Wait, wait,” you’re panting, clearing your vision with furious blinks, “condom?”

“Shit,” he backs up immediately, “of course, I’m sorry,”

“It’s okay,” you shake your head, “I’m on birth control, we should just… we don’t really know each other,”

He hops off the bed, reaching down for his discarded sweatpants and searching through the pockets. “No, no,” he tears open the foil packet in his hands, “I have one, I just got a little carried away.”

“Perfect,” you sigh.

He rolls the condom over his length, checking the tip and smoothing down the base to fit snugly around him before tossing the empty packet back over the side of the bed and returning to his original position.

“Ready?” He presses the tip of his cock to your entrance again.

“Yeah,” you grip his shoulder, “yeah, I’m good.”

He nods, and seems focused. He takes one of your knees and presses it up, folding you back and opening you up wider, and then lines up his hips perfectly. “Fuck,” he breathes, shifting forwards and pressing into you just a bit, “you’re so tight,”

The press of him already is overwhelming, and it’s no longer his length that you’re focused on but how thick he feels, stretching you wide and sending a hot flush of pleasure up your chest. “You feel,” you stutter out, unable to finish your thought.

His hips jut forwards again and you whine, his forehead dropping against yours for just a moment as he holds himself controlled and steady, “Tell me,” he prompts you, moving in deeper.

“It’s so much,” you manage, and he smooths the damp hair back from your face to get a good look at you.

“Too much?”

“God, no,” you didn’t know it could feel quite like this.

“Yeah, tiny?” He sinks in further and groans.

“Please,” your hands shift down and you pull him closer, your nails digging in to his firm backside, “more,”

He’s losing his composure now, and his eyes roll shut when he finally thrusts forwards more sharply, sinking his entire length inside you and bottoming out. He’s stretching you fully, filling every little warm place inside you that you didn’t even know you had, and fleetingly you wish you could feel him more fully, no thin latex separating your warm wet walls from him.

“Fuck,” he starts to roll his hips, fucking you softly as he works your body up to taking more, “tell me how you feel, baby,”

“Full,” you answer immediately, “I can feel you everywhere,”

“God,” he chokes, his hips stuttering, “can you take more?”

“Yunho,” you catch his cheek in your hand and bring his eyes to yours, “I need it,”

“Yeah, tiny?” He teases, thrusting just a little more firmly.

The need inside you for more is deep though, and you can’t wait any longer. “No, Yunho,” you level him with your look, clenching your muscles tight around his hot length, “Fuck me, do whatever you want to me, I just,” you search for the right words, “just please,”

He answers with a firm thrust, and when he watches your eyes roll back and hears the moan that leaves your lips he understands. “Is that what you need?” He holds you firmly and ruts into you, “you like it harder?”

You’re sure you answer him because you hear him laugh softly in response, but your mind is hazy and disconnected, nothing but the feeling of his thick heat hitting every place you need it to, bringing you up faster than ever.

“Yeah, pretty?” He’s everywhere, collapsed over you and desperate, one hand on your thigh to hold you open, the other locked now in your hair, his breath hot over your damp skin, his pace never faltering, “you just want me to use you?”

Your body arches deeply, shifting the position of him inside you and you choke a whine out, gripping onto him tightly, “Please, please,” you can’t stop.

“Shh, shh,” he kisses you hard, his hands holding you roughly, “you’ll take what I give you,”

You nod against him, unable to find anything but pleasure and the tight feeling inside you. He dips his thumb into your mouth, running the pad of it along your tongue, and you suck his digit gently, before he pulls his hand back and firmly flicks his wet thumb over your pert nipple.

“God, Yunho,” you thrust up to meet him, your hips connecting fast and firm, “I’m- I’m,”

“Come for me,” he directs, “come and I’ll fill you up,”

Your brain shorts out, and the hot sensation that you’ve been chasing turns stifling, crashing into you and turning you into a quivering mess, your muscles locked and jerking against his hold as you come hard and fast.

He tumbles over behind you, the feeling of your walls pulsing down on his length sending him into a spiral, and you hear him curse, panting, losing his grip on you and fucking into you desperate and fast until he comes, collapsing over you and pressing your cheek into his sweaty chest.

His heart is beating hard and fast against your cheek, and it takes a moment before you both recover and he can ease himself off of you, out of you. He discards of the condom in the waste basket, and turns back to you, realizing you haven’t so much as moved an inch since he left you.

“Hey,” he sighs, sweeping a hand through his damp hair, “you okay?”

“So perfect,” you sigh.

He smiles, “Can I get you anything?”

Your limbs start to come alive again, and you ease yourself up into a sitting position against the headboard, pulling the sheets over you, “Water?”

“On it,” he slips his boxers back on and returns with a glass of cool water.

You’re not sure what his next move will be, staying or going, but you know what you wish he would do. He surprises you when he collapses back onto the bed next to you with a sigh, resting a wide hand on your thigh and squeezing you, “You’re amazing,” he says.

“You did all the work,” you chuckle, “I feel like I should be telling you that.”

He shakes his head, “No, it was great,” you look down at him and his eyes are gently shut, his mouth open softly as his breathing evens out.

You watch him for a few minutes, and it’s clear he’s not going to be moving any time soon, he looks spent, a second away from sleep, and judging by the late hour you figure it’s better to let him stay if he wants to. You grab your phone off the nightstand and start to set an alarm.

“Yunho,” you murmur, prodding his shoulder gently, “what time do you need to be up?”

He hums, shrugging.

“Hey,” you nudge him again, “you can sleep here if you want, just tell me what time to get you up.”

“Nine?” he blinks his eyes open, “I can go if you’d be more comfortable,”

“No, no, stay,” you ease down into the covers, and he shifts to slide in beside you, “I’d like it if you did.”

“Good,” he sighs again, reaching across the empty space between you and pulling you back into his chest. He snuggles into you, spooning you close and relaxing against you, “because I really hate sleeping alone.”

Warmth heats your chest, and you finish setting the alarm before you relax back into his embrace, “Me too.”

You sleep, but you wake twice before the alarm, the first time to Yunho’s hips rolling against your backside, his cock hard again and straining against his boxers and looking for friction. He fucks you soft the second time, spooning you still and holding you open, gentle thrusts and his fingers massaging your swollen bud until you come gentle and easy against the warm plane of his chest.

The second time he’s gone, and you think for a moment that he’s left entirely. You’re not necessarily surprised, but he had seemed nice enough to at least say goodbye after fucking you twice and holding you all night. 

The sound of your hotel room door makes you jump, and you pull yourself up, holding the fluffy white comforter to your front and running a hand hastily through your hair.

Yunho’s back, freshly showered and already dressed for the day in stylishly baggy light wash jeans and an oversized blazer. “Oh,” he smiles, “you’re up!”

In the light of day, seeing him cleaned up like this has the reality of the evening crashing into you sideways. You had made fun of him, flirted with him, begged him, fucked him, and now you’re still sitting naked in front of him like a mess while he’s looking like what he is, an idol.

“Hey,” you manage.

He holds up a hand and you see now that he has a coffee cup and a small white pastry bag, “I brought you some breakfast,”

You’re really not even sure what to say he’s being so sweet, but you smile, watching as he drops the bag and coffee cup off on your side table. “Thanks,” you take the coffee happily, and he pulls a few packets of sugar out of his pocket.

“I didn’t know how you like it,” he says, a little sheepish, “but I didn’t want to wake you,”

“No, no, this is perfect, thank you so much.”

“I have to get going,” he sits on the edge of the bed, turned towards you, his hand resting on your knee with such easy familiarity, “but I wanted to make sure you got up too, I know you have a long drive back.”

Something inside you melts, “Thank you, Yunho, that’s so nice of you,”

“I also,” he shifts, a smile on his lips, “I had a lot of fun last night.”

“Me too,” you nod, resting your hand on his.

“It was really nice getting to know you,” he leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his other hand coasting down your bare back.

You sigh against his lips. It had been a long time since you had had a soft morning like this, and the feeling of his hands on your skin again and his warm kiss on your lips has you feeling weightless and dizzy.

Yunho leans back and squeezes your knee gently, “I really do have to go,”

“It’s okay,” you smile, “I get it, but yeah, I had a good time too.”

Yunho takes your hand in his and turns it over, “How’s this feel?” he nods his head towards your injured palm.

You had honestly forgotten about it, “Completely fine, don’t worry,”

“Good,” he drops a kiss to your palm with a teasing eyebrow raise and stands, smoothing down his jacket.

“Well,” you would get up and see him to the door, but you blush and hold the comforter a little higher over your chest, “have a safe rest of your tour,”

“I will,” he nods, “you have a safe drive,”

You nod, and you expect him to go, but he shifts, glancing at the floor for a moment and then back up to your eyes. “I put my number in the bag,”

The sentence doesn’t quite make sense to you, “You what?”

“My number,” he explains, looking at you a little more clearly as if that will explain, but he says, “if you want,”

“Want to what?”

He laughs at your expression, “Text me, if you want to message me sometime.”

“Oh!”

“Only if you want,” he says, and when you start to open your mouth to respond he gestures for you to stop, “otherwise we can leave it here. Either way, I’m glad I met you.”

“Me too,” you nod earnestly.

His phone dings in his pocket and he sighs, his eyes closing in annoyance for a moment, “Okay, that’s my cue. Drive safe,” he says again and starts to slowly head for the door, “and maybe I’ll talk to you,”

“Maybe,” you respond, noncommittal but you already know your decision.

He smiles, “Okay,”

“Okay,”

He pushes himself towards the door with a groan, “Alright, I’m going. You look pretty in the morning by the way,”

A laugh breaks out of your chest, “Thank you?”

“I just thought you should know,” he shrugs, flirtatious and teasing, but with the sound of the door opening and swinging shut you know he’s gone.

It takes you about three seconds to tear the bag open and see if he was being serious. Tucked into the pastry bag, nestled on top of the wax paper, is a little card with his number written out and his name, Jeong Yunho, as if you wouldn’t remember his name.

You key it into your phone immediately, a message open and waiting. You bite your lip, nervous and unsure of what to say, but then you hear his parting words ringing in your ears again. You type the message out and send it immediately, not pausing long enough to think too hard or overanalyze the decision.

You look handsome in the morning too, just so you know.

You toss the phone aside and leap out of the bed, needing suddenly to walk far away and clear your head. You pull the hotel robe around yourself and sigh into your hands, recounting the night and the way his soft sweetness made your stomach flip flop. You start to walk towards the bathroom, ready to start a warm shower and clear your head, when you hear the soft ding of an incoming message, and you can’t help but smile.

[seonghwazia]

heating up

pairing: seonghwa x reader x yunho

tags: polyteez, f!reader, smut, idk how to tag things anymore, praise kink, aftercare, shower sex

notes: i wasn’t prepared to post anything here for a long time (maybe never?), but someone had gone out of their way to try and track down this fic for them and their friend, and they were so sweet that i couldn’t NOT post it. originally this was posted on my old account, atotheteeny, so if you recognize it then you probably saw it way back then. please let me know if i should include more tags/warnings, i don’t really remember how i used to do this lol

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[seonghwazia]

"ill help you"

this fic contains 18+ content. minors do not interact.

☆ pairing - yunho x afab!reader

☆ warnings - uhhh dick sucking, fingering, slight perv if you squint, more like extra horny yunho

☆ word count - 1.9k

☆ genre - smut

☆ description - idk you finally decide to help yunho

☆ authors note - i wrote this 49 years ago. sorry if its ass

☆ tags - @yunhoflrtz @en-boyz @fallinforwoo @loverhyunn

yunho held back a groan as he lightly pressed on the pillow that he had put on his lap when you had first started the movie. he had a feeling something like this would happen and mentally applauded himself for planning ahead of time.

you were sitting next to him on his bed, both of your backs against the wall, your thigh just barely touching his, which was contributing to the issue he was having. for the last month or so, it seemed like every time he was in your presence, he couldn’t help but get hard. It happened almost every single time. just the smell of your shampoo alone was enough to send him in the bathroom for 30 minutes. of course he would never admit it though, he just had to put up with it. the first couple times it was fine, but it was happening more frequently and he was scared you would catch on and kick him out or something.

yunho was your roommate as well as your best friend which is why it was so frustrating for him. maybe if he was just a roommate, things would be a little different, but he was also your best friend and he didn’t want to risk your friendship over him struggling to keep his cock in his pants. he would rather dream about you while keeping your friendship intact, than say something and risk ruining everything or scaring you away.

meanwhile, you had already put two and two together after the first couple times that he randomly ran off to the bathroom or his bedroom with a red face while stuttering that he’d be back. the huge bulge in his pants was also an explanation. you always seemed to see it before he even noticed as he was too lost in thought about you to realize the growing tent. contrary to his beliefs, you honestly got wet at the sight of him being turned on and had definitely gotten yourself off at night while thinking about him inside of you. of course it was a little difficult to really picture his dick inside you, but you could just tell it was big from the way it showed through his pants, which was enough for you to cum around your fingers while you covered your mouth to keep yourself quiet.

although there were a few times when you didn’t cover your mouth or try to keep your moans quiet in hopes that yunho would hear you through the thin wall that separated your bedrooms. and he did hear you, even when you tried to be quiet, he still heard you. he could hear the whimpers that escaped when you came and he imagined that it was him making you feel that good while he roughly jerked himself off until he came on his bare stomach.

and now here he was, sitting next to you, squirming every now and then while holding the pillow. he knew it was wrong to give himself the satisfaction of grinding up against the pillow to create a bit of friction but he just couldnt help himself. he was torn between making himself cum while you were next to him, completely clueless (which you definitely were not), and excusing himself to the bathroom for the 3rd time that day. part of him wanted to be caught but he was also scared. but maybe the fear was contributing to the problem in his pants.

you on the other hand, could tell he was turned on, it was obvious, and just the thought of his boner under the pillow had you wet too and with that, you decided that now was as good a time as any so you turned to yunho and asked “are you okay yun?”

without looking at you, he stuttered “y-yes I’m fine”. his hips stilled, despite it being incredibly difficult to stop.

you smiled softly and moved your hand to the pillow, while feigning innocence, causing yunho to let out a shaky breath as you pressed directly on his dick.

"are you sure? you seem a little flushed" you said as you lifted your other hand to his face and felt his rosy cheeks with the back of your hand before moving to his forehead.

yunho felt his dick jump under the weight of your hand while you felt his face. you were so so so close to where he wanted you but yet so far away and he couldnt think straight. he couldnt push the thoughts of your hand around his dick out of his head long enough to figure out what he was gonna do about the situation he was in.

but you were just getting started.

"maybe you should lay down, ill help you" you moved your hand from his lap and moved back while helping him lay down, but the pillow was still glued to his lap,

so from your spot on your knees next to him, you reached a hand up to his forehead while using the other to slide the pillow off his lap while saying "its okay yunho, let me help" to which he responded with a nod.

a smile graced your face as you took in the sight of yunhos bulge and the wet spot on his grey sweats from the precum that wouldnt stop leaking out of his tip.

you rested your hand on his thigh, squeezing gently, causing him to gasp out a barely audible "please".

not wanting to tease him too much, you moved your hand from his thigh and ran your index finger against the print in his pants, making his hips buck involuntarily. "why did you just tell me yunnie?" you asked as you switched to softly palming him.

"i didnt want to upset you" he said as he laid there with his eyes glued to your hand that looked so small over the print of his shaft.

"you would never upset me... do you want my help?" you asked him, deciding not to mention that you knew the whole time for the sake of his sanity.

yunho quietly said yes and you nodded in acknowledgment and began sliding his sweats down to his mid thighs, letting his dick spring out.

your mouth watered at the sight of it standing tall with the reddish pink tip that was glistening from the precum that was steadily leaking out him as he throbbed in anticipation.

you licked your lips and brought your face closer to him while darting your tongue out to taste him. you stopped the moan that wanted to leave your mouth and took the head in it instead, sucking on it like it was a lollipop. there was no way you were gonna fit all of him in your mouth but you were gonna try anyways.

you lowered your head on him slowly, gagging when he hit the back of your throat, but you kept going. you could feel the smooth warm skin of his dick on your tongue as you attempted to deepthroat him. you had about an inch or 2 left until all of him was in your mouth but you couldnt take it all, so you lifted up a bit and wrapped your hand around him. you jerked his cock while also bobbing your head and closed your eyes. yunho was laying there with his legs twitching as steady moans and curse words left his lips along with him praising you for doing such a good job. his hands fisted the blanket under him as he fought the urge to put his hand on your head and force you down on his dick until your nose was touching his pelvis.

you couldnt help but drool on him as you tried to take him deeper in your mouth, creating a string of spit that connected your lips to the head of his dick everytime you came up for air.

never in his life did he think that he would see you with glossy eyes from gagging on him and glistening lips from spit and his precum, but here you were. it was a sight he had been longing to see for weeks and now he finally had you with your mouth around him as he came down your throat without warning. you kept him in your mouth as you waited for him to finish, your hands rubbing his thighs soothingly as his legs trembled.

once he was done and moaning (more like whining) from overstimulation, you got up from the bed and stood next to it.  "could you sit with your back on the headboard, i wanna show you something"

he nodded eagerly and sat up and then took his sweats off completely before throwing them on the floor. it was as if you didnt just suck all the energy out of him.

you slipped your shorts down your legs and then took your shirt off before climbing back on the bed.

you spread yunhos legs, moved between them, and then propped your legs up over his, giving him a direct view of your cunt. you layed down on your back with your legs spread for him and began softly running one of your fingers up your clothed slit. your underwear were wet and sticking to your folds, not leaving a whole lot to the imagination.

yunhos dick was automatically hard again at the sight and he fought back the urge to stroke himself when you pulled your panties to the side and gave him a full view. you rubbed your clit a few times while moaning before plunging 2 fingers inside of yourself.

once you got comfortable with the feeling, you began scissoring your fingers inside yourself while moaning yunhos name.

the boy tried his hardest not to wrap his hand around himself as he watched your fingers disappear with each thrust while imagining that they were his own. the last thing he wanted to do was give himself away and succumb to his pervy thoughts but his resolve broke and he ended up stroking himself while using his other hand to stop your motions.

"let me" he said, pulling your fingers out and replacing them with his own. your hands made their way to your chest to pinch and pull on your nipples while yunho stroked himself at the same pace as his fingers.

you could feel him deeper than you could feel your own fingers and your back arched up from the bed as he curled his fingers inside you, rubbing against your walls and streching you wider than you could.

"feels so good yunnie" you moaned loudly as he pulled out and quickly slid them back in, adding a 3rd finger.

"you gonna cum for me?" he asked as he scissored them inside of you, reveling in the way you were taking his fingers so well and wishing you were taking his cock instead.

"please" you begged, unable to find any other words.

"thats it baby, cum for me" he said as both hands sped up, both of you painfully close.

with one last particularly deep thrust of his fingers, you came around them, your hips jerking slightly, but yunho didnt stop. he continued to slowly finger you, letting you ride out your oragsm as he came, majority of his cum landing on your pussy.

"fuck." he said quietly, letting go of his dick to admire the mess he made.

[seonghwazia]

10 ways to get fired

Warning! Sexual content ahead! Minors please dni!

pairing: jeong yunho x fem! reader

genre: smut, co-workers, barista! yunho

word count: 1.5k

warnings: !!!cheating!!! (which i do not condone or think it's right in any way, shape or form but yk...it still happens), unprotected sex in a public bathroom, explicit language, praising, a bit of banter, choking, creampie, manual stimulation.

a/n1: hi i haven't posted in a thousand years but here's my peace offering! a little birthday present for both yunho and me cause my birthday is tomorrow lol. hope you guys enjoy this, i wrote it in between work shifts🤠🤠.

a/n2: if you're wondering 'is this bitch ever gonna post the last chapter of 'the real ◜멋◝'..........yes, i will. i'm gonna quit one of my jobs actually cuz this shit's just too much for me. so it's gonna come pretty soon me thinks hihi. love you guys, stay safe! xoxoxo

"we should stop fucking around," you say as you let your hands travel down to his belt, doing their best to unbuckle it.

"why?" yunho asks, lips burrowed deep in the soft flesh of your neck.

his hands grip your hips roughly, pulling you closer to him and leaving no space for air to travel in between your heated bodies.

"hmm...maybe because you have a girlfriend?" you tease when your hands make their way into his boxers, stroking the already erect member. "a girlfriend that is my boss." you complete as you brush his sensitive head with your thumb, feeling how he jolts under your touch when he stops devouring your neck and opts in exhaling a groan.

"maybe you should find another job then, so we can keep fucking around without you worrying you'll get fired." the tall male stands straight as he looks into your eyes.

you scoff as you roll your eyes as a reply to his words. being a barista was one of the little things that brought you joy in your life. quitting, even for yunho, wasn't much of an option. of course, fucking your workmate (who also happened to be your boss's boyfriend) in the lunch breaks may be one of the things that makes the job more enjoyable, but still, your pride stands tall in the face of some things.

"or you could stop working for your girlfriend like a loser and make it better for both of us, right?" you sing-song into his ear as you hold a steady position on your tippy toes to reach it.

"oh, so i'm a loser?" he raises a brow as his gaze darkens when he pulls away to look into your eyes.

you already know what you've caused.

his strong arms turn you around quickly, pressing you against the wall in the bathroom, your hands are pulled away from inside his pants and you quickly place them on the cold tiled wall. he grabs them quickly, holding your wrists with one big hand behind your back, right above your ass, when he presses himself on you.

"let's make a bet," he says as he rubs his clothed dick on your ass, you exhale abruptly, excitement already building in your lower stomach when you feel him. "whoever cums first loses," yunho adds.

you anticipate his words with accuracy. working with yunho for six months, and fucking him in secret for three of them, you already know him well enough to make more than assumptions.

"we already know what the loser has to do, right?" he whispers in your ear as he uses his hand to roughly pull down your pants and leave your ass cheeks bare for his eyes.

somehow, every time you have sex with yunho feels like the first time. the same butterflies in your stomach, the same terrifying excitement that you are going to be caught any minute but every time, tenfold the pleasure you felt last time.

undoubtedly, you sometimes wonder if what gives yunho the amazingly desirable allure is the fact that he has a girlfriend, and that you feel like you are taking someone's toy away, and making it yours. but every time you remind yourself that you would've fucked yunho under any circumstances given.

you realized from the way his gaze always dropped down to your lips while you were talking, or from the way he was licking his own secretly whenever he watched you do your thing at the coffee machine that someday, somehow, there will be something between the two of you.

it was a pretty quiet day when it happened, not many costumers, not many things to do, so you both decided to clean the storage room. the problem was when you got down in front of him to tie your shoelace, and looked up to him with every ounce of lustful intention hidden behind your eyes. he hooked his index finger under your chin and brushed his thumb over your lips, and you realized that all the perverted jokes and insults you always threw at each other were already bloomed in both of you when he said "maybe you should stay there a little longer".

and you did stay there a little longer...and sucked his dick. something every respectable woman should do at least once in their life if they come in contact with yunho and his astonishing dick.

yunho's hand snaps you back into the present when it brushes over your ass cheek sweetly, squeezing it gently as he is contrasting the gesture by holding your wrists tighter. you feel him shuffle behind you as he pulls his own pants down, pulling out his dick and positioning himself better behind you so his head brushes over your entrance in a teasing manner, not rushing to get past the wet patch staining your panties

yunho was building it up inside of you so he could get you to cum in a matter of minutes, and the awareness of it brought adrenaline inside your veins.

"are you afraid you're gonna lose if you put it inside, big boy?" you tease on a superficial tone, almost sounding like you pity him.

the scoff you hear from behind you is enough to let you know that you're in for a good one, the more you teased yunho, the better he fucked you.

he pulls your panties to the side and pushes himself inside you swiftly, eliciting a too high pitched moan from you when he buries his whole member in the comfort of your throbbing hole. his girth stretches you deliciously and your warm walls embrace every inch of him as he starts thrusting in and out at a rather fast pace.

he positions himself so good behind you that his dick reaches your g-spot over and over again, making your back arch involuntarily, a silent way of your body begging for more.

"you feel so much better than she does." yunho groans in your ear and you moan loudly upon hearing his words, your core clenching with lust around yunho's cock at the same time your chest swells with pride. "so much tighter, wetter...you even taste sweeter, have i ever told you that?" he whispers in a tone filled with desire, snapping his hips harder into you and creating a rhythm that has you crying his name out loud.

his words help you realize just how seriously he takes this bet and you wish you would lose your hearing sense right then, so you could last longer in the entrapment yunho has made for you in between him and the rigid wall. the man's movements don't falter even for a second, his dick gloriously sliding in and out of you with an insatiable need to bury itself deeper in the velvety warmth of your pulsating walls.

the hand that was keeping your hands pinned in place suddenly disappears and you are quick to search for support with your palms against the wall when yunho's skilled fingers come in contact with your aching clit. the fingers you admired many times before as he was steaming the milk were now trying to milk an orgasm out of you. it seemed that cat got your tongue, how the feeling was so good that you couldn't even moan anymore, but desperately gasp like you were coming up for air from the bottom of the ocean.

yunho's wide chest comes in contact with your back as he kisses your temple, sliding his other hand upwards on your torso and wrapping around your throat. he pulls you towards him as he starts squeezing the air out of you, making you lean back on his chest as his hips roll into you slower, matching the pace of his finger on your clit.

when you woke up in a good mood today you didn't think it would get even better by yunho fucking you slowly in the bathroom.

even if all your senses are now being overwhelmed, you still realize that you would hate to lose any bet that involved yunho- so when you feel like the air enters your lungs slower as his grip tightens on your neck and his fingers draw unknown shapes on your clit, the only thing you can do is squeeze your walls as tight as you can, eliciting deep moans from him when his hips stutter at the same time you feel your high tip off the edge and fall down into a pit of dizzy pleasure that takes over your whole body. yunho's warm seed shoots inside of you right when you coat his cock with your own release and your body starts to tremble in his hold.

as if he feels your legs buckling beneath you, yunho hugs you from behind and holds you steadily, his member softening inside of you as he strokes your abdomen.

"did we just cum at the same time?" he asks raspily, and you smile with a little huff of air coming out your nose.

"yeah, we just did," you answer, patting his thigh behind you as he nuzzles his nose in your hair just behind your ear.

"who's gonna quit then?" you ask after a few seconds, reminding yourself of the bet and what the loser had to give up.

the problem was that you were both losers now.

"i think we're gonna have to try that again and find out." yunho answers with a sly voice.

well, there are still fifteen minutes left of that lunch break, right?

[seonghwazia]

FFF day 11: impregnation

Yunho/reader

word count: 2.2k

masterlist  fff masterlist

warnings: dirty talk, masturbation, established relationship, fingering, talk about babies, unprotected sex, Jeong Yunho has a breeding kink, multiple rounds/orgasms, mirror sex, belly bulge

this was self indulgent as fuck. enjoy

This was something you and Yunho had been planning for a while, but there seemed like no better time than now. The two of you had just landed for your honeymoon, and after so many years with it being just you two, you had decided it was time for a baby. It certainly helped that not too long after you started dating Yunho you had quickly discovered his little breeding kink. Honestly, it surprised you that you hadn’t gotten pregnant yet. Your husband’s recovery time was insane and the man went nearly feral whenever you slyly ask him to knock you up.

But that brought you to now, waiting naked on your shared bed for him to come back to the suite from his morning swim. The man certainly loved his exercise and his physique was one of the things you loved about him, so you didn’t hold it against him. Plus, you two had the whole week to make sure he knocked you up.

You did however start to get impatient, your hand drifting between your parted legs. You found yourself already soaking wet from imagining what he was going to do to you this coming week. It wasn’t hard to imagine him running through the door, swim shorts low on his waist and that wild look in his eyes that you loved. His hand would yank you towards him, rushing to pull down his shorts, skin still damp. How he’d either bury his face between your legs or thrust his long fingers inside you.

You went with his fingers, trying desperately to recreate the feeling with two of your own, but whining in frustration when you couldn’t reach the pleasant depths he could. You settled for rubbing your clit, slow circles as you imagined how he’d finger you. 

Starting with one. He’d sink one into you, curling it up to stroke over your g-spot, having your body jerk in response. How he’d nip at your neck and shoulders. Or maybe move down, leave marks all over your breasts as he growled about how good they’d look full of milk for his baby that he was going to put in you.

One of your hands came up to pinch at your nipple, playing with it as you increased the pace of your fingers on your clit. 

Yunho never stuck with one finger for long, usually sliding in a second or even jumping straight to three quickly. He’d made you cum on his fingers countless times, but both of you preferred when you came on his dick. 

You were so lost in the sensation of your hand grasping at your breast, the circles you were tracing on your clit, and the fantasies playing in your mind that the feeling of two long fingers sliding into you made you gasp and jerk upright. The sight of your husband smirking at you as he slid his fingers back and forth inside you had you crying out his name. When he got back you weren’t sure, but damn were you happy to see him. Almost as happy as he was to see you, judging by the tent in his swim shorts. 

Yunho’s brown hair was damp, hanging across his forehead as his eyes scanned your body. It was as if his eyes didn’t know where to focus. On your face, mouth open as gasping his name, or his fingers, swallowed whole by your soaking pussy, or your hand grabbing desperately at your breast.

“What are you thinking about, baby?” His voice was low, almost gravely as he scissored his fingers inside you. 

“You, Yunho,” you choked out as his smirk widened.

“What about me, love?” His fingers quicked upwards again and you choked on your next words.

Taking a deep breath you looked him in the eye. “Your dick in me, fucking me. Cumming in me. Being filled with your cum and knowing it’s knocking me up as we go round after round after round.”

His movements stopped as he froze, staring at you with wide, wild eyes. His stillness seemed to last an eternity before he was jumping up, yanking his shorts down, and thrusting into you as fast as he could.

You gasped, head thrown back as he buried himself into you, leaning over your frame to growl in your ear. “I don’t care that we’re in a beautiful place like this, you’re not leaving this suite all week.”

His hips started snapping into yours, one of his hands reaching up to knock your hand away to grab your breast causing your hands to grip onto his broad shoulders. “You’re going to be pregnant by the time we go home, I’ll be sure of it. I’m going to fuck you over every horizontal surface I can, maybe against the walls, who knows. But I’ll be damned if I let you out of my sight or off my cock.”

Yunho’s words had your eyes rolling back into your head. Your trembling hands raked scratches down his back as he kept talking in your ear while he moved his hips expertly, reaching the deepest parts of you. “I’m going to fuck you so full of my cum you’ll have no choice but to get pregnant. And you’re not going to waste a single drop.” 

One of his hands came up to grasp your jaw, tilting your head so you had no choice but to stare at him as he fucked you as hard as he could. “You’re not leaving until I’ve emptied every load I possibly can into that hungry little cunt of yours.”

His hand on your jaw migrated down to rub his fingers over your clit. His movements combined with his filthy words and incredibly precise thrusts had you hovering just on the brink of your first orgasm of what were sure to be many if you believed what your husband was saying. And you did. 

“You’re gonna cum for me. Then, I’m going to keep fucking you until it’s lunch time. Don’t think you’re off the hook, though. You’re going to sit on my dick while I feed you lunch like the little princess you are,” his hips were moving at what felt like an inhuman speed. They were slamming to yours as you whimpered and clung to him for dear life. His voice was nothing more than a growl when he spoke next. “Now cum.”

And you did. Hard. It left you gasping for air. You knew your nails were digging into his back hard, but he’d always liked a little pain. His groans were breathy as you tightened around him, lost in your own pleasure while he pushed forward, chasing his. 

When you started squirming away from his fingers still on your clit, he moved them away, grabbing your waist instead. He pushed his body up and away from yours to sit up on his knees, using his hold on you to angle your hips up. Then, he really went to town. If you had thought his pace before was brutal, this was worse. But in the best way possible.

Yunho’s hips were battering into yours, his dick rubbing against your walls causing you to cry out. You were chanting his name, clutching at the bed sheets as you took everything he gave you.

“Fuck, Y/n, baby,” he panted, sweat dripping from his brow as he tossed his head back. You nearly fainted as you looked down to where the two of you were joined, only to have your view obstructed by the sight of your lower abdomen bulging slightly with every one of his thrusts into you.

The strangled moan you let out was anything but graceful, although it drew his attention to where your gaze was. The noise that left him at that sight was almost as bad. As soon as he saw the bulge he was cumming.

“God, fuck, fuck Y/n,” Yunho’s hips jerked, his grip on you tightening as he came. You could feel him, wet and warm inside you and you gasped out another moan, panting his name.

Yunho fell forward when he was done cumming, covering your frame with his as his lips met yours in a lazy kiss. The two of you stayed like that for a while, lips and hips connected as you simply held each other, appreciating the closeness and intimacy. 

He eventually parted from you, lifting himself up to slowly ease out of you. Both of you winced at the friction when he moved, still a little oversensitive from your orgasms before.

You couldn't help but giggle as Yunho immediately lifted your hips, shoving a pillow under your ass to make sure none of his release dripped out onto the sheets. He was still settled between your spread legs, slowly stroking the skin of your thighs.

“Don’t laugh,” he pouted as he crossed his arms and pretended to glare down at you. “We have a mission here.”

Now you were really laughing hard. Your laughter was abruptly choked off when Yunho’s long fingers connected with your pussy, dragging up the length to collect some of his cum that had leaked out of you. He gathered it on his fingers before sliding them inside you.

It was his turn to chuckle, smirking down at you. “Gotta make sure that stays where it belongs.” 

You were panting again. Yunho was steadily scooping up any of his cum that was leaking out of you and pushing it back in. On every push in he made sure to stroke his fingers along your walls, tutting disapprovingly when you clenched around him at the feeling and consequently caused more cum to drip out. 

Yunho’s eyes were fixed on you, watching every twitch of your limbs and the rapid rise and fall of your chest with dark eyes. His tongue came out to wet his lips as he shoved more and more of his cum inside you, pausing to wipe the remnants off his dick that was nearly fully hard again. 

Something in him seemed to crack because in a heartbeat he was flipping you around onto your stomach and lifting your hips in the air. He gave you no more warning before lining up and slamming into you.

You gasped at the intrusion. Yunho was pistoning in and out of you, holding your waist to keep you steady as he watched his dick bury inside of you over and over.

“You take me so well, Y/n,” one of his hands shot out to wind its way into your hair. He tugged and used his new grip as more leverage to slam you back on him. “Always so ready for more of my cum. Can’t wait to see the baby I put in you.”

Your mouth was open, your eyes closed, and moans joining the sound of his grunts and slapping skin. Yunho’s thrusts were literally punching the air out of your lungs with every inward thrust. 

Yunho pulled harder on your hair, dragging your body up to lean against his. He sat back on his heels, bouncing you up and down to meet his thrusts. His hand in your hair moved to hold you by the throat while the other settled over your stomach.

His lips were pressed to your ear when he spoke. “Look, baby, look at us.”

Your eyes opened, and a breathless moan made its way out of your mouth at the sight before you. The mirror on the wall at the foot of the bed was facing you, giving you a fantastic view of your body cradled by Yunho’s bigger one. Your hair was a mess and you looked positively fucked out.

“Yunho!” you cried, hands scrabbling to hold onto him behind you.

“Cum,” he growled, eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “Cum and I’ll put a baby in you. Do it for me, Y/n.”

Your hands came up to hold his forearm as his hand gripped your throat harder. It was impossible to control the spasming of your body as you shuddered through another orgasm. It rocked you. The only thing keeping you from falling face first into the bed was Yunho’s tight hold on you. 

Your whole body shook, eyes closing as you came. Yunho kept thrusting through it, pushing and pulling you hard onto his dick as he chased his own orgasm. 

He reached it with a gasp of your name. His hips jerked while his hands held you down on him, keeping your body locked as close to his as he could.

As you both came down slowly, Yunho moved his hand from your throat to wrap around you, making sure to keep you upright before he shifted to lay both of you down on the bedspread. His dick stayed inside you while he held you to him. 

He laid kisses against your hair and cheek while you caught your breath. Yunho gave a soft, satisfied sigh as his left hand brushed over yours, fiddling with your wedding ring.

The two of you laid there, content to just cuddle. At least, until there was a knock at the suite door, a muffled voice calling out ‘room service’.

Yunho gave you a wicked smile as he pulled out to throw on clothes. As he was headed out of the bedroom he turned to glance at you. 

“I meant what I said earlier about lunch, baby.”

[seonghwazia]

silence speaks volumes | J.YH

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SILENCE SPEAKS VOLUMES | J.YH

18+ content - minors dni » synopsis: its cute how you think you can say whatever you'd like without yunho having something to bite back with. » genre: smut » pairings: harddom!yunho x brat!sub!gn!reader » wc: 2440 » warnings: oral (yunho recieving) followed by face fucking, oral fixation, crying, i kinda made them enemies oops SORRY yall become friends in the end, house party, mentions of alcohol (neither reader or yunho are intoxicated), creepy aggressive man (no one in ateez), face slapping, use of petnames (baby), use of the color system, fluff at the end because there always is with me » other: no pronouns given in req but they/them pronouns used to describe reader so i made reader gn just to be safe!! » impulsive or self indulgent? kind of,, impulsively asked for requests

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"i'm sorry, but i'm pretty sure this is my house you're at," you say, your voice teasing as yunho rolls his eyes.

"if i see you one more time while i'm here, i swear to fucking-"

"if i see you one more time while i'm here, i swear to fucking-"

"what? what're you gonna do, hm?" you taunt, seeing his ears turn red with frustration as you just continue to smile at him, stepping aside to let him into your home.

"where's yeosang," yunho says, his tone demanding rather than questioning.

"in the kitchen preparing food, where else would he be?" you snap back, noticing the very prominent vein bulging under the skin of his neck.

yunho doesn't answer as he continues his way towards the kitchen, his tongue prodding at the inside of his cheek and you smirk at the sight.

you found entertainment in annoying your brothers friends. the others either laughed it off, not actually annoyed or joined in and pestered the others.

yunho was the only one who reacted so angrily, and truthfully, you wanted to understand why. he didn't seem like the type to have a short temper, so why did you seem to get under his skin so easily?

it's beyond you, but you enjoyed the playful banter between the two of you, even if you were the only one having fun. you watch as yunho's form disappears into the kitchen, hearing his friends welcome him, and for the first time that night, you catch a glimpse of him smiling.

his smile was beautiful, and it pained you a bit knowing he would never flash one in your direction. you quickly let the thought be pushed from your mind as you shut the door, returning to your place on the couch.

slowly, more people flood into the house, the room you inhabited becoming overly crowded as you try to maneuver your way through the crowd, the overbearing scent of alcohol filling your nose.

red cups and other variants of trash littered the floor, and you sigh as you know yeosang will be too hungover in the morning to help you clean. trying your best to make your way to your room, you politely ask people to move out of your way as you attempted to make your way up the stairs.

"hey baby, can i tag along with you up there?" you hear a drunken voice say from behind you. you don't give them a glace as you continue up the stairs, hearing footsteps approaching you.

you feel as a hand grabs your forearm in a vice grip, causing you to stumble back slightly from the lost momentum. "i asked you a question," the person presses on.

"no," you deadpan. "you can not 'tag along' with me; let me go."

"what if i get one of my buddies to join us too, hm? is one just not enough for you-" you feel him pull you slightly before he releases his hand, prompting you to catch yourself against the handrail and look at them properly.

you notice as they display a shocked expression, only then realizing who was grabbing them by the collar. "get the fuck out of here," yunho says, his tone sharp - sharper than it was when he spoke to you - as he pushes the persons back against the wall.

they seem to realize the intensity of what they just go themselves into, taking yunho's advice and escaping his grip before making their way back down the stairs.

yunho looks up at where you stood, and you make brief eye contact with him before rolling your eyes, continuing your commute to your room.

that aggravated yunho; he had just helped you, helped someone he despised, and you didn't even have the manners to thank him?

truthfully, he didn't despise you because he found you annoying or anything of the sort. he despised you because of your attitude, more so, how your attitude affected him.

he didn't think he'd like it as much as he did - the challenge of getting you to obey and respect him - but he liked it, much more than he would like to admit.

he followed you up the stairs, his open palm crashing with your bedroom door as you attempt to push it closed. he opened it with no effort, slamming it behind him as he looks back towards your unreadable expression.

"you're such a pain in the ass, yknow," he starts. "i try - i fucking try - to be nice and help you out, and you don't even fucking speak to me after? nothing?"

he spoke with anger, his blood boiling at your ungratefulness. he understood it was expected of him to do the right thing in those types of situations, but to help someone he very adamantly despised, he thought at least a small "thank you" was needed.

"i didn't ask for your help," you say. "what if i wanted him to join me, hm? what if i wanted him and his friend to come up here?"

you watch as yunho's eyes darken, that same vein making itself known on the side of his neck. "maybe i wanted to have a bit of fun and you just had to get in the way. what are you, jealous?"

"jealous, really? if that's what you call being a decent fucking human being, then yeah, i'm incredibly jealous."

you could sense the pure anger that radiated off of him, his muscles tensing under his clothing as he balls his fists together.

"you're always so mean to me, i really don't know why," you say, your voice teasing as your eyes scan over his face for any kind of reaction. "i've only ever been nice to you, yunho."

"you know that's a fucking lie-"

"no no, i think i'm telling the truth, i even let you stay in my room. i could tell yeosang right now that your forced your way in here and he would tear you apart," you say.

"why'd you let me stay, hm? do you want me to live out those little fantasies i robbed you of with that douche on the staircase?" he asks, his voice laced with sarcasm as he approaches you.

a very obvious tension was building in the room, and you'd be lying to yourself if you didn't find it entertaining. you look him in the eyes and tilt your head to the side, a sly smile on your lips as you speak.

"i do think i deserve payment for what was taken from me," you spit. "maybe san would want to come up here, do you think you could go and get him for me?"

"you little brat-" yunho says, his eyes intense as they bore into your own. he found himself getting angrier the longer your smile stayed on your face.

"or maybe mingi, he's tall and strong-"

"what was that?" yunho says, in a flash his hand is cupping your jaw, halting your speaking as his thumb finds purchase resting over your molars as he looks down at you. "tall and strong? if that's all it takes for you to shut up, why don't i do the honors then?"

he holds you in a strong grip, his fingers long and slim as they dig into your flesh with bearable pressure. you quickly feel the shift in his demeanor, his eyes seeming to darken as a shiver rolls down your body, the action not going unnoticed by the man that loomed over you.

for once, he wanted to hear what you had to say, retrieving his thumb from your mouth, granting you the ability to speak.

"you know i'm only friends with mingi, i didn't mean it like that-"

"you didn't?" he taunts, his confidence rising as your voice shakes slightly. "i'll just have to make sure your mouth stays busy since you can't seem to control what comes out of it."

the feeling of his hand on your face disappears as he forces you to your knees, the small thud of your joints hitting the floor amusing to yunho as he smirks down at you.

"you look so nice when you're on your knees and not giving attitude," he says, his hand resting on the crown of your head as he tilts it upwards to face him. "you should be quiet more often."

you open your mouth to speak, only to be met with yunho hitting your face. your cheek burns slightly, the slap wasn't hard, but enough for you to bring up your own hand to cover the side of your face in shock.

"i just said to be quiet, did you forget how to listen?" yunho's eyebrows furrow as he looks at you as if he was disgusted to have touched you. it's almost like he knew all of the right buttons to press; from degradation to slapping, he somehow knew how to get you to listen.

"s-sorry-"

"hey," yunho says, his voice suddenly sounding softer as he leans down, his hand coming up to gently cup where he had slapped you. "i'm sorry, but you have to listen, baby. can you do that for me?"

you nod slowly, and he notices how your eyes glaze over, staring up at him as he fiddles with his belt. "color?"

"green."

"so good for me," he says as he lowers his pants. you see the obvious bulge in his boxers and your mouth falls open slightly at the sight. he lets out a breathy chuckle at your reaction.

"what? shocked? you said you wanted someone tall and strong, but don't understand how proportions work?" he says, his fingers toying with the waistband of his boxers.

you lift your hand without realizing and cup his erection, a hiss falling from his lips at the sudden contact. you feel as his hips buck into your palm slightly, the action causing a smile to form of your face.

"what're you smiling at?" yunho asks, looking at you through hooded eyes. "i don't think you're in much of a position to be poking fun."

he quickly removes your hand along with his boxers, his erection freeing itself as his tip slaps against his abdomen. your eyes widen slightly, hoping yunho doesn't notice as he begins to stroke his cock in front of you.

"open," he demands. you were expecting him to slide his cock into your mouth, but instead you were met with him spitting onto your tongue.

he slaps his tip against your tongue a few times before slowly pushing in, a groan leaving his lips at the contact. he wasn't even fully inside you before he hit the back of your throat, the sensation causing a burning feeling as your breathing slowed.

"let me know when you're good," he says, his tone caring even though he was throwing profanities at you only a few minutes prior. you give him a soft nod, being sure to not graze his shaft with your teeth as he pulls out a bit, pushing back in with a bit more force.

he somehow managed to wedge himself deeper in your mouth, the burning in your throat becoming a bit too much as tears began to prick your eyes and fall. the sight was delightful for him; your eyes and cheeks covered in tears with his cock stuffed in your mouth, he could look at you like this all day.

his breathing slowed as he shallowly thrusted into your mouth, not wanting to hinder your breathing because of his selfishness, that was until he felt you force your head farther onto his cock.

a harsh gasp fell from his lips and his eyes beamed down at you, finding yours to be closed as your nose presses against his abdomen. the sight itself was arousing enough for him, but once he felt your tongue glide on the underside of his cock, the warm muscle sliding along the sides, his mouth fell open in a silent moan.

his upper body fell forward as one of his palms rested on the top of your head, heavy exhales leaving his mouth as his eyes remained tightly closed.

"god- fuck... oh my- g-god," he stutters out, his eyes rolling back and legs shaking at the sensation. you continue the action, pleased to see him lose his composure.

it didn't last long as he straightened his posture, pulling out of your mouth and replacing his cock with his thumb like he had done earlier. "be good and do that while i fuck your face, alright?"

you nod obeyingly and yunho smirks at the confirmation, tapping your cheek lightly with his fingertips as he guides his cock back into your mouth.

he moans at the contact and you bring your hands up to grasp at his muscular thighs. he holds either side of your head as he begins to thrust, the feeling of your tongue swirling around his shaft causing him to moan out again.

his hips moved quicker and you tried to focus on your breathing, getting in as much air as you could when you have the opportunity. "gonna cum down your throat- nng fuck-"

his pace became sloppy as you moved your tongue faster, beautiful groans and breathy whines erupting from his chest as he pushes his hips forward, his cock going down your throat as you feel his warm seed seep down.

he stills himself, catching his breath before you tap his thigh, signaling that he needs to pull out so you don't suffocate. he quickly understands, muttering a small "sorry" as he releases your head from his grip and pulls you off of his cock.

you breathe in sharply, catching your breath as yunho simply watches you as he pulls his pants back up. he offers you his hand, helping you up as you sit yourself on the edge of your bed.

"do you need water or anything?" he asks softly, his hand coming up to caress your face as he looks at you. you shake your head negatively, instead looking up at him.

"why don't you like me?"

the question caught him off guard, not expecting you to be so forward after what you two had just done.

"i don't hate you."

"then why do you-"

"i don't know, but i know i sure as hell don't hate you, alright?" he says, his eyes were soft as his gaze was trained on you.

"ooo~ you said you don't hate me~" you taunt, a smile on your face as he sighs.

"don't make me take that back, y/n."

[seonghwazia]

what do u think about cum eating with Yunho

Warning! Sexual content ahead! Minors please do not interact!

pairing: jeong yunho x gn! reader

genre: pure filthy smut, very innocent reader, dom! yunho

word count: 2.3k

warnings: oral sex (m receiving), slapping, throat-fucking, choking, dacryphilia, cum play, cum kissing, cum eating, words of praise but also degrading???? (don't ask, my childhood trauma went both ways).

a/n: i'm back ! second yunho fic in a row woah woah woah. imma let u in on a secret about this fic, my friend actually did this to me and i didn't even end up having sex with the man😃😃😃. i still hold a grudge against her. all that being said, i hope the person who requested this enjoys it, as well as the rest of you. ly guys, stay safe! xoxo

"i refuse to believe you've done this." you exclaim in all seriousness to your friend, sitting in front of you with the most innocent of looks while sipping from her foamy cappuccino.

"why? it's not even that bad!" she replies, offering you the most cunning smile.

"you basically told the man that i want to have sex with him! he's going to think that i'm desperate to get laid!" you sigh, covering your face with one palm while you lay back into the chair.

"that's not what i told him!" she defends herself shocked that you could believe something like that.

"well, that's what you told me." you offer while you watch her shake her head rapidly.

"wrong." she says rising her index finger in the air.

"it went like this: i asked 'hey are u taken?' and he said no...so i saaid 'a pal of mine thinks you're kinda hot' and he asked who, and i gave him your instagram." she takes a break to let her work, in which she seems to take great pride, sink in. "then he said that he's not looking for a relationship, which is great! cause y'know...you're not looking for one either. so i told him that you don't want nothing serious and that was it."

"that was it?" you ask as you stare at her defying smile. "you're fucking insane and your face right now makes me want to murder you."

"oh, come on, the worst thing that can happen is he's not interes-"

"no!" you cut her off. "the worst has already happened! and it's all because of you." you sigh again as you place both of your palms on your face in sign of defeat.

"first of all, you're such a drama queen. second, try and see the good part, he might be interested and you're gonna end up having hot steamy sex with my ex-classmate yunho and then i will be your best friend in the whole entire universe," she says as she offers you puppy eyes and you can only sigh in embarrassment yet again.

"i hate-"

ding

"well, fuck." you say as you inspect the notification on your phone.

yun_ho has started following you

"what?" your friend asks curiously.

"he just followed me." you answer.

your friend squeaks in shock right when you receive a new notification.

'are you free tonight?'

your eyes widen and you feel all the blood in your body rise to the apple of your cheeks.

"you didn't tell me he's got such a big ego." you tell your friend.

assuming that he doesn't even need to introduce himself before initiating any kind of relationship between the two of you told you more than enough about the man.

"what did he say?" your friend asks again.

you don't answer...her.

'nice to meet you too' you send back to the man on the other end of the phone.

why the fuck does he type so slowly?

"nothing interesting yet," you finally reply to your friend trying to distract yourself from the way your heart beats faster than before in your chest.

she starts talking about something but you certainly aren't listening to her, and as soon as your phone vibrates in your hand, you can't help but checking it immediately.

'i think we can skip the introductions seeing how you already know me and i already know you. a little birdie told me you'd like to meet me, so i'll ask again. are you free tonight?'

holy fuck. that right there. a fucking message turning you on in the middle of the coffee shop while you're sitting right in front of your best friend. heat starting from your chest and spreading in your belly as it tingles it's way down between your thighs and to your toes.

you sigh.

'yes'

somehow, you still can't believe that the man who you were joking about having sex with is now standing right next to you, driving quietly with you in the passenger's seat and following the direction to his apartment.

"not much of a talker?" he asks, making a turn to the right.

usually, you don't find yourself in this certain type of a situation. going with a stranger to his home. in his car. when you haven't exchanged more than five phrases with him.

safe to say you trust your friend. and that you're extremely horny. especially for the tall man with blonde hair and big veiny hands that looks like a cute puppy and a home wrecker at the same time.

"you make me nervous." you reply shortly.

your honesty was the trait that you hated most about yourself at times.

"oh, really? why's that?" he asks while curling his lips.

you lick yours instinctively.

"because." you say again as you turn your head away from him, trying not to give too much away in such a short time.

"because what?" he asks again.

"no reason."

the quickness of your replies give away just how nervous you are.

"i'm sure there must be one." he insists as his hand lowers to shift gears, the back of his palm brushing intentionally on your knee as he does so.

it's dizzying to think about how the man you fantasized about a couple of nights ago, was now making an effort to touch you.

"if there is then i'm not going to tell you." you answer again trying to ignore how you crave internally for his touch.

"playing brat, are we?" the words leave his mouth more like a groan and you're not sure whether you notice the car stopping before or after you hear his voice again. "we're here," yunho whispers close to your ear as he unbuckles your seatbelt and you can feel his cologne without even turning your face towards him.

"are you gonna look at me or do i make you that nervous?" he whispers again, his hot breath fanning over the exposed skin of your neck.

you remain petrified as your heart beats so fast that you think he can hear it. a few seconds go by, seconds that feel like hours, and he chuckles as he pulls away from you.

"come on, let's go upstairs." he orders and you obey, following closely in his footsteps.

you take the elevator to the fourth floor, enter the apartment, take your jacket off and sit on the couch presented by yunho in his living room. he shows up with two glasses of red wine and places them on the table in front of you before heading to the bathroom.

you get up and inspect his living room. from the drawings on the walls to the pictures of him on the shelves. you laugh to yourself, sipping from the glass of wine as you think to yourself if the innocent kid in the pictures has any idea of the intimidating man he will grow up to be.

"what's so funny?" you hear from right behind you and your body processes the scare before your mind gets to, so in result you drop the glass as you squeal in surprise, breaking the fragile object in tiny little pieces at your feet.

you turn around and see yunho, at an arm's reach, looking very unsurprised- like he expected it to happen.

"shit, i'm sorry," you say, quickly kneeling down to grab every piece that was within your reach. "i'm going to pay for it." you add, and hear nothing but yunho's footsteps as he goes into the kitchen, coming back with a dark piece of material, which he places right on top of the puddle of red liquor.

you continue cleaning your mess, placing every small glass on top of the cloth, until the tip of yunho's feet enter your field of vision and stand there, not moving an inch as you feel his presence growing stronger and stronger.

you finally raise your head, looking at him from way down and meeting his heavy lidded gaze drinking the way you're on his knees before him. he grabs your chin gently, softly brushing his thumb over your lower lip.

"you wanna fuck me?" he says, bending until his face is close to yours.

you nod.

"how bad?" you groan close to his mouth as you try kissing him but he is faster to yank your face away from his by pulling your hair. your heart never beat as fast as this.

he makes an expectant face, not needing to repeat himself for you to understand what he wants to hear.

"really bad, really fucking bad." you sigh.

"yeah?"

you nod again.

"if you want to fuck me then i'm going to need to fuck your throat first. is that okay?"

you can't believe that he's asking for your consent when you're already kneeling before him, willing to do anything just to have him inside you.

so you nod yet again.

he straightens up and unzips his pants as you help him pull them down to his knees. one of his hands gets lost in your hair, the other takes ahold of his erect member, and it takes nothing more than a second for you to open your mouth obediently and let him drive his warm girth right into your wet cavity.

you swirl your tongue around his tip, relaxing your jaw as you let your head be guided by his gentle hand, pulling you into and away from his pubic bone slowly, giving you time to grow comfortable to his length.

"not so nervous anymore, huh?" he mocks as he smirks down at you. you look up to him with doe eyes, making his grip on your head tighter.

"you look like you've been wanting to do this for a while." he groans as you fasten the pace of your head motion, sucking along his shaft as you try to take him in entirely, feeling like it is impossible. "i bet i could do whatever i want with you and you'll thank me afterwards," his words boil the blood inside your veins and your heart rushes even faster when his other hand grabs your throat, squeezing it just enough to make your vision blurry. "right?" yunho mutters as he starts fucking into your throat ruthlessly, hitting the back of your throat over and over again, making your blurred vision even blurrier as tears form in your eyes.

the room is filled with wet choking sounds, muffled gags and groans from yunho, who stuffs his cock into your throat greedily, like he may never get the chance to fill it with himself ever again. you feel saliva drooling at the corners of your mouth with each thrust of the man's hips, and you fist your hands trying to ignore the burning sensation in your throat and jaw as they go numb from all the cruel fucking.

yunho seems to notice and he pulls away from your mouth, leaving you to gasp for air like you almost drowned moments before.

"you're doing such a great job," the blond male says as he grips your hair tighter. "might be my best toy yet." he adds and slowly slaps your cheek, awaiting for your reaction.

you moan involuntarily, starting to feel like you were going to cum without even touching him. the feeling of him inside your mouth, the feeling of his touch burning imprints all over your skin were messing with your brain already.

he slaps you again, only this time harder, and you look up to him wishing you could dislike that. but you don't.

"look at you, so beautiful," he says softly, brushing the pink tip of his cock all over your wet lips. "crying just because of my cock." he finishes as he buries himself fully inside you in one go, letting your nose brush against his short pubes and nails dig deep in the palm of your hands as you struggle not to choke on the feeling of his veiny shaft tickling the back of your throat in an oh, so pleasurable way.

tears pour again, this time seeming not to stop when yunho fucks into your mouth yet again, this time searching for his release. one last look into your teary-eyes is enough for the man to groan as his eyes rolls into the back of his head and hot ropes of liquid spill into your throat and mouth, drooling out the corners of your mouth as he pulls out with a pained sigh.

you wait for him to stop cumming, eagerly collecting everything into your mouth as you study him closely: the sweat on his forehead, the frown that took over his features, his soft pleased exhales. he looks down at you, and at your shyly opened mouth, filled with his hot seed. first, he brushes away your tears. second, he collects all the cum dribbling down your chin with his thumb and slides it back into your mouth. third, he bends down and kisses you, which takes you by surprise.

lips smashed hard upon yours, tongue swirling greedily inside your mouth, brushing against yours and mixing his semen with your saliva, as well as his before collecting it into his mouth when he pulls away. he opens your mouth gently with his thumb, letting the mix of fluids drip down on your tongue.

"swallow." he commands, and you don't need to hear it twice before doing it, feeling the burning sensation of swallowing in your sore throat just like you feel it in your tummy, awaiting for something more so you can have your release as well. you look into his eyes as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, letting him see you'd done as requested. the dark look from his eyes compels you into forgetting everything you know about yourself, and the fact that he is there, right in front of you, becomes realer by the second.

"well done," he says as he pats your head gently. "now, how do you want me to fuck you?"

[seonghwazia]

Always a Part of You | Park Seonghwa

🌑pairing | yandere Park Seonghwa x gn!reader 🌘genre | dark romance, smut 🌗word count | 1.5k 🌖includes | established relationship, obsession, possessiveness, insomnia, cock warming, mommy Seonghwa, cum play, mentions of food, ingestion of various bodily fluids, Seonghwa (consensually) feeds you his cum and (non-consenually) feeds you his blood

🌕blurb | "Been away from you for so long," Seonghwa whispers into your hair.  "Every night, I dreamed about being inside you. And now that my dream's finally come true, being inside of you isn't enough." His voice shakes with the effort it takes to hold his sanity together.

👾warning | This fic contains unhealthy mentalities and relationship dynamics that are never addressed nor rectified. Please read responsibly.

Seonghwa presses his nose to your hair and inhales deeply, hoping the familiar scent can lull him into a state of unconsciousness. But it doesn't work.

His insomnia started back when their latest comeback was announced. A jam-packed schedule of promotional content and triple-length dance practices meant he was lucky to spend maybe two or three hours in his own bed each night. It was hard to sleep for such a short amount of time, and Seonghwa got in the habit of spending those fleeting hours staring at the ceiling because he didn't trust the alarm to wake him up if he made the mistake of falling asleep.

Now that the group had a week long break in their schedule to rest and relax, Seonghwa finds he's incapable of doing either.

He holds you tighter in his arms and bucks his hips forward before he can stop himself, earning a soft whimper from you. "Hwa, you promised to stay still if I kept your cock warm all night," you mumble against his chest.

"I'm sorry, darling," he groans. His cock twitches, slowly hardening inside you despite Seonghwa's best efforts to control himself.

From the moment he stepped foot in your place earlier that evening, Seonghwa had the overwhelming urge to bury his cock deep inside your body and keep it there for as long as you were both awake. "Been away from you for so long," he whispers into your hair.  "Every night we were apart, I dreamed about being inside you. And now that my dream's finally come true, being inside of you isn't enough." His voice shakes with the effort it takes to hold his sanity together. How long has it been since he last slept long enough to truly dream?

You reach down to ease his cock out of the tender hole he's already fucked and filled countless times that night before untangling yourself from Seonghwa's grasp. "No, darling, wai- oh fuck!"

His hips jerk back against the mattress as you gently kiss down the length of his shaft. There's a quiet giggle in the dark as you settle between his thighs, wiggling to make yourself comfortable. Then your mouth presses against the tip of his aching cock, lapping up his precum and smearing your lips with it.

Seonghwa sits up on his elbows. "That's it, kitten. Lick it all up." He reaches out to cups your cheek and smiles as you nuzzle into his touch. "Look at you, so hungry for mommy's cum," he teases, and his smile widens as your skin heats up beneath his palm.

Your lips close around the head of his cock just as Seonghwa's fingers tangle in your hair. He doesn't grab a handful like he wants to, but instead lets the weight of his hand rest on your head. The muscles in his thighs clench tight as he resists the urge to thrust his hips up and make you choke on his cock.

His dick is so sensitive, and it doesn't take more than a few minutes before his balls start to twitch. "Kitten, I'm gonna... fuck, gonna paint your face." Every other time you've sucked him off, you always let Seonghwa pull out and jerk himself off to completion, coating your face in his cum to mark you as his.

But this time you ignore his warning and keep your lips locked around his cockhead, looking up at him with a sinfully innocent expression.

A strangled moan escapes his lips as Seonghwa tossed his head back, and your name is the only word on his tongue as he cums in your mouth. His hips jerk up off the bed and he can hear you gag, but you still don't pull off his cock until you've swallowed every drop.

Seonghwa feels lightheaded and loose-limbed as you crawl up to sit in his lap, but he instinctively wraps his arms around your waist. "Now I'll have a part of you inside me all night long," you say with a shy little smile. And just like that, the possessive urge screaming inside of Seonghwa's head quiets down. It doesn't go completely silent, but it's peaceful enough that a real night's sleep might be possible for the first time in months.

"How did I ever get so lucky," he whispers as he returns your smile. There's a dribble of cum at the corner of your mouth, and Seonghwa uses his thumb to push it between your lips. You make a surprised noise and suck his thumb clean before slumping against his chest.

Judging from the sound of your breathing, Seonghwa can tell you're already asleep by the time he settles back against the pillows with you cradled in his arms once more.  "Goodnight, my darling," he murmurs, and not even a minute later he joins you in peaceful sleep.

“Hwa? Why are you up so early?”

The sound of your soft, sleepy voice breaks Seonghwa’s concentration and he looks up from the cupcake he was icing so carefully. “Good morning, darling. I didn’t make too much noise and wake you up, did I?” He smiles in relief as you shake your head. “I was still a bit restless this morning and figured I’d exhaust my energy in the kitchen rather than pumping another load into you.”

You choke on your own breath in surprise and try to hide it by feigning a yawn. Seonghwa chuckles quietly at your reaction. He gives you a moment to collect yourself as he finishes icing the homemade red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting he had made from scratch.

Once the cupcakes are finished, Seonghwa wipes his hands on his apron and unties it from around his waist, leaving him in nothing but a pair of silk black boxer that hung low on his hips. He opens his arms in invitation and you shuffle forward to be cuddled in his embrace. Seonghwa kisses your forehead and picks up a cupcake with one hand as he holds you with the other.

“Now, I know it’s a little early for this much sugar,” he hums, holding the cupcake in front of your face. “But I need your expertise as a taste tester. You were out of eggs, so I had to tweak the recipe and use a substitute. Let me know if it tastes alright?”

Seonghwa holds his breath as you take a messy bite, smearing the creamy white frosting on your lips. Your eyes light up. “This is easily the best red velvet cake I’ve ever tasted! It’s so moist and crumbly,” you gush after swallowing the mouthful. “What did you use as a substitute for the eggs?”

“That’s going to stay my little secret,” Seonghwa teases as he relaxes; all the tension drains from his tired body. The possessive urge in his mind quiets down just a little more as you take another bite and unknowingly swallow another mouthful of him. “Gotta keep you reliant on me any time you want delicious red velvet cupcakes.”

He bops your nose to make you laugh. But you notice the bandage around his hand and frown.

Seonghwa quickly hides the hand behind his back. “Don’t worry, it’s just a small cut. But it’ll teach me to be more careful with a knife in the future.” He didn’t have an excuse ready if you happened to ask why he’d been using a knife to make red velvet cupcakes, but thankfully you were too tired to push the issue.

You shrug and take another bite of the cupcake. Seonghwa watches you eat with rapt attention. “I should start meal prepping your lunches every Sunday,” he blurts out. “That way I know you’ll have at least one healthy meal each day that’s made with a little bit of me inside it.”

“Made with a bit of you inside it?” Your forehead wrinkles as you stare at the half-eaten cupcake. There’s a flash of realization in your eyes and Seonghwa’s heart slams up in his throat, making him choke on his panic. His knees almost give out as you look him straight in the eyes, and he can hardly breathe knowing that how disgusted you must feel, how much you probably hate him-

You burst out laughing instead of retching up the cupcake. “Aw, I get it. Because there’s a bit of your love in all the food you make.”

“Y-yeah, of course that’s what I meant.” Seonghwa lets out a deep sigh of relief. Somehow his knees feel even weaker than before, and he clutches you tighter to stop himself from collapsing. “Sorry, my darling; I must be more tired than I realized.”

You nod, smiling sympathetically. “How about we go back to bed for a few more hours? We could both use the extra sleep.” Seonghwa agrees without protest, and you quickly finish off the cupcake in two bites. There’s a smear of icing at the corner of your mouth, and Seonghwa uses his thumb to push it between your lips. You blush but still suck his thumb clean, just like you did the night before.

Seonghwa scoops you up in his arms and carries you back to bed, finally feeling like he can sleep soundly now that he’s found a way to always be a part of you.

A/N: Welcome back to Seonghwa's Kitchen! For today's baking tip: to avoid using eggs in your recipes, you can use a substitute ratio of 65g of blood for one egg~

A while back I wrote this commission and ever since I kept thinking how a few tweaks to the soft yandere sex scene could lead into some hardcore yandere behavior from Seonghwa down the line. And October is the perfect month to share this hardcore version with all of my darling readers~

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Mommy!December: Day 12

Request: CNC+ Size with Mommy!Seonghwa

Content Includes: CNC!!! Dark themes (at least dark for my writing), hide-and-seek, primal play. Hard Dom Mommy!Seonghwa, rough sex, little foreplay, ‘forced’ submission, implied consent, fingering, praise, dirty talk, reader has female anatomy, use of the term c*nt and c*ck. 

Word Count: 821

Disclaimer: This fic contains mature themes so please read with care. 

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