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yunho letting off stress after a long, hard day at work.
after a long day of work yunho finally gets home, he opens the door and throws his bag somewhere in the living room, with a bang. it’s too dark to see and he could care less as he is way to exhausted to pay any mind to what he’s doing. he walks into your shared room and takes his shirt off noticing you’re asleep. his pants are next to be thrown somewhere across the room. y/n’s snores are soft and yunho giggles to himself shutting up in an attempt to not wake you up, as he climbs into the bed that only makes said attempt fail by squeaking. you yawn and turn over seeing his face close to yours, you kiss his cheek. “you’re home.” you yawn “i had been waiting.” yunho chuckles softly getting into a comfortable position “poor baby, i didnt mean to make you wait long. i got held up.” you smile “that’s okay. you’re here now.” you kiss his neck softly and yunho feels himself start to get hard. “fuck y/n i need to let off some steam. work was hard” you nod and as if he was gonna do it anyways he starts taking your panties off under the covers. “so wet.” yunho says playing between your folds. you throw the covers off the bed to get a good look at his hands. he spends a while teasing you, just to hear your soft moans and whiny “please.”’s. then he speaks up “sorry baby, let me give you what you want. tell me, how many fingers?” your voice is shaky but you manage to let out a couple words and form a sentence “mm one. more hurts.” yunho nods and slowly pushes one digit in putting his head near your ear and whispering “you’re so tight hm?” you shiver as he starts moving slowly, never breaking eye contact with you and when you try to close your eyes, he doesnt let it happen. “no i want you to see me.” the dominance in his voice makes you shift on the bed leading his finger to hit your sweet spot “f-fuck yunho.” you moan “i need to feel more let me add another baby” he expects a yes but you shake your head “hurts” yunho smiles and kisses under your ear softly, nibbling and sucking “ill make sure it feels good” you are so far gone and in your sub space you have to agree. you nod. yunho take a second finger and pushes the tip into your tight hole, you moan gripping onto his arm. “ah-fuck i cant, god!” he shushes you and whispers “come on baby i know you can take it all, you’re strong. if you can take my big dick you can take a couple fingers.” you close your eyes and he pushes it in slowly bit by bit, cooing sweet nothings into your ear. once its fully inside you, you feel so full. “see? what a good girl, you’re so good for me arent you? arent you?” he raises his voice when you moan in response “words baby.” you nod quickly “y- yes fuck!” he speeds his fingers up and hits your spot straight on repeatedly, your back arches and you scratch his back leaving streaks of red. his grunts as he continues dont make it any better for you as you feel your orgasm approaching, you close your thighs around his hand which he pushes back open with force, groaning. “take it all princess.” you let out a shriek and squirt all over his fingers. “sh-shit.” you shiver. yunho laughs, pulling his fingers out carefully and laying next to you. he turns your chin to look at him “open you eyes.” you listen and watch as he takes his fingers coated in your arousal to his mouth and licks them off, then bringing them to your mouth so you can lick them fully clean. “look how good you taste.” he smiles kissing your forehead. “did i do good enough.” you ask knowing he had a bad day at work. “amazing. come here, lets sleep.” he opens his arms up and cuddles you, caressing your hair and humming a sweet lullaby until you fall asleep.
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Who (1/?) -J.Y & S.M
Pairing: Poly! Jeong Yunho x reader x Song Mingi
Genre: Angst, Smut
Warnings: This content is for a mature audience
Synopsis: You can't remember when was the last time you spent time with them, the last "I love you", the last time any of them kissed you.
Other chapters: Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
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"Mingi, please. I think we should talk; I don't feel good and…" He was quick to cut you off.
"Y/n not right now, I'm tired."
You are always tired these days…
"Yunho, love do you want to go out and check out that new cafeteria? I heard they have…" He was quick to cut you off.
"Y/n not right now, I'm busy."
You are always busy these days...
Things haven't been the same in a while, always in a rush, always in a mood. You can't remember when was the last time you spent time with them, the last "I love you", the last time any of them kissed you. It was a type of routine you had grown accustomed to, and even if it was killing you inside, the idea of being without them was way worse than the pain of their neglect. Cold, endless nights laying in a bed that was way too big for you; tasteless dinner plates that would end up in the trashcan or at the back of the fridge rotting. A home that was crumbling from its foundations, one that you had so desperately tried to patch up and fix by yourself. But in the end, you just had to face the cruel reality, that they don't care. You were not a priority; your relationship was at the bottom of their list.
That's how you ended up at Chan's apartment, in the middle of the night, with so much as your phone in your pocket and your heart in your hand. He had been your main support the last weeks, anything you wanted, anything you needed, no questions asked. Whenever you woke up crying, whenever you broke down in the middle of the day, Chan was always there to comfort you. And so, you laid there, in his chest, the aftermath of a movie night in which you had only cried twice, an important milestone.
The constant buzzing in the pocket of your pyjamas was making it quite hard for you to continue sleeping. You knew exactly who dared bother you so late at night, it had been the same callers every single night for the past month.
"Don't answer it." Chan's groggy voice filled your ears. He was right. You declined the call and turned off your phone.
But said-call had already done its job, you couldn't stop thinking about the phone, well the people behind it. Your phone was full of texts and missed calls, eight people behind them, because their friends were loyal like that.
They are so sorry.
Please talk to them.
Yunho is drowning himself in work.
Mingi doesn't even talk to us.
Funny it is. A few weeks ago, it seemed they could live perfectly fine without you; they could go on with their day without even glancing your way. You gave them every single piece of your being just to get crumbles in return. But at the same time, your heart is weak, it can’t help but break every time you read one of their texts, wondering if they miss you that much, if they are sorry, if maybe, just maybe, you should go back.
“Y/n… you are overthinking again.” Bang Chan said, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“I know, I just feel bad, Chan. Maybe I overreacted, maybe if I tried a bit harder to talk to them…” There you were again, trying to justify their actions. Chan gave you the same stern look he had been giving you for weeks, every time you blamed yourself.
He got up, not mentioning the subject anymore. Tired of going on about the same subject, “Hey, are you hungry? I can make you something or we can order in.”
It would be a lie to say you were not enjoying Chan’s presence. Having someone to talk to, someone to have a meal with, even someone who sits next to you without being on their phone or computer, you miss not feeling alone. And even though you were heartbroken, you felt warm on the inside.
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While you might be doing somewhat okay, the other parts of your relationship were not. The house was in complete silence, no matter the hour, no matter the day, no one would dare say a word, their mouths too busy sobbing every single time they remembered their sins, taking you for granted, neglecting you, breaking you.
Yunho would keep himself busy at the hospital, the idea of going back to a broken home simply made him nauseous, and even if the lack of food and the stress were killing him, he much rather endure that than face the harsh truth. Mingi wasn’t any better, endless nights spent in the office, acting as if he was reviewing cases, but the reality was that he just wanted a place to cry without anyone noticing him. Even the love between them was running cold. Fight after fight, they spat cruel words and thoughts trying to get all the hurt and anger out of their chests, blaming themselves, blaming each other. How did they not notice things were so wrong? How could they let things get so wrong?
“Oh, don’t act as if I'm the only one who wasn’t here, you slept at the office almost every day. I came home late, but you didn’t even come at all.” Yunho said, venom in his voice and a glass of whiskey in his hand.
Mingi scratched his forehead in frustration, he could feel the bile going up his throat. “Forgive me for trying to pay the bills, someone has to pay for the house, the student loans, the fucking food that’s on the table.”
“Fuck off, don’t you dare say I’m not bringing any money. Besides, you know that this is temporary while I finish my residency…”
And there the cycle began once again, a screaming match of arguments that never went anywhere, masking the true cause of their pain. Tears ran down their faces, their voices broke down more and more with each word they let out, Yunho's body trembled so much it hurt, while Mingi’s chest felt as if it was about to explode.
“I’m not okay, Yunho.” It was the first time any of them said it out loud, his voice was much raspier and heavier than the usual one.
“I'm not either, Mingi.” He whispered, fearing he would break down even more if he admitted it much louder.
“She left three weeks ago.”
Yunho could only nod.
“She’s not coming back, is she?”
“I don’t know, Mingi.”
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