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asks and answers

⤷ ゛request status: [OPEN] ˎˊ˗

⤷ ゛ who do i write for? ˎˊ˗

i write for ateez. i can also take requests for txt, enha, bts, and skz!!

⤷ ゛ what i’m open to writing ˎˊ˗

i can write basically any given prompt as long as you’re clear with your intent! (if not i’ll fill in the blanks myself)

that being said, i’m into writing dark scenes, such as cnc or exploring morally gray areas with consent. i’m also comfortable with writing disturbing scenes such as murder, assault, indoctrination, exploring cults, and other graphic literature. appropriate tags and warning will be used, but this is basically my way of saying don’t be ashamed to request! i honestly enjoy the challenge and i too also indulge in/enjoy some of the stuff i listed so uh…ya!!!

[i only draw the line when kinks/fetishes get super weird, ex. scat play, etc]

asks and answers about me

𓂃⟡ ݁ ꒰ what do i do besides write? ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ .

i’m currently taking nursing! 🥼 when i’m not studying or at school, i play games in my free time and a frequent concert enjoyer/goer (yes i’m unemployed currently leave me alone)

𓂃⟡ ݁ ꒰ what games do i play? 🎮 ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ .

minecraft, valorant, genshin impact, horror games, csgo, fortnite, wuthering waves, etc.

𓂃⟡ ݁ ꒰ what concerts have i been to? ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ .

i’ve been to loads of concerts! i’ve been to the weeknd twice, front row floor for daniel caesar, bryson tiller, partynextdoor, the marias, and of course ateez! (specifically the tacoma stop for their 2025 iyf world tour hefhehe)

i definitely want to see enhyphen, sza, and summer walker perform so i pray for the chance to secure tickets to them next time they’re on tour

⌗ㆍノkhjsdoll’s recommended songs for ❛🎧❛

∘ ∘ ∘ slow intimacy

roads - portishead | teardrop - banks | desert rose - lolo zouaï | everybody here wants you - jeff buckley | gangsta (harley quinn and joker flashback version - kehlani | angel - massive attack, horace andy | only you - portishead | renegade - aaryan shah

∘ ∘ ∘ ateez bops

pirate king | desire | mist | answer | cyberpunk | new world | this world | dune | wake up | outlaw | arriba | everything | inception | still here | blind | shaboom | man on fire | skin | legacy | creep | to be your light | tippy toes

∘ ∘ ∘ r&b

sky walker - miguel, travis scott | (un)folded - kehlani | smartwater - summer walker | anna mae - summer walker | switch a ***** out - summer walker | roller coaster - justin beiber | none of your friends business - ginuwine | fallin’ - alicia keys | officially missing you - tamia | can’t get enough - tamia | art of war - avenoir | spend my life with you - eric beńet, kevin “k.d.” davis | these four walls - khamari | hold on - the internet

∘ ∘ ∘ k favs

miniskirt - aoa | as i told you - kim sung jae | still with you - jungkook | tony montana - agust d | sorry sorry - super junior | dream - suzy, baekhyun | filter - jimin | growl - exo | the 7th sense - nct, nctu | louder than bombs - bts | 9 and three quarters (run away) - txt | blooming day - exo cbx | perfect man - shinhwa | it’s definitely you - v, jin | the chance of love - tvxq | 1&only - xlov | red lights - bangchan, hyunjin | is it still beautiful - seventeen | ghost girl - yeonjun | winterfall - dpr ian | moonstruck - enhyphen

now playing: for lovers who hesitate - jannabi

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up next:

everything - jongho

once again - mad clown, kim na young

minnie: i’d like you to come here.

minnie: use my card to get yourself a ride.

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your heart pounds as you reach the door to his luxury apartment, the same dark wood door you were accustomed to by now. you should be used to it, walking into his place always felt like home. but now, it felt chilling, like you were walking straight into a lions den.

mingi never made you come to his place on your own. if he wanted you with him, he would pick you up, no matter how late it was. it’s never too much for my princess, as he would say. his card was just on your phone if you ever needed it, and now, the $59.90 ride charge felt dawning.

drawing in a deep inhale, your fingers find his door handle. it’s cold, doing nothing to aid the nervous sweat that makes your palms clammy. you slowly push it open, and the creak sounds hollow, far away.

mingi sits on his black armchair, a glass of what looked to be hennessy in one hand. the other rests lazily on the chairs arm with a cigarette perched between his fingers, and he doesn’t flinch nor look your way when you shuffle in. you try to stay as quiet as possible, like any sudden movement would make him pounce. the room smells like expensive cigarette smoke and eucalyptus leaves, and you could almost gag out of nervousness.

the tv is shut off. the blinds are kept closed. the only light in his apartment is the dim white kitchen light, illuminating the place in shadows and painting mingis face a grey hue.

he inhales once, the end of his cigarette crackling, and you hold your breath. when he blows out, smoke dissipates around him, and the ice in his drinks shifts, clinking once. you wring your fingers together uncomfortably, preparing yourself for the confrontation.

he smushes his cigarette on the glass ashtray beside him, slowly twisting it between his fingers like he needs it to ground him.

“sweetheart.” mingis voice curls around you like steam. his voice is different, lower.

“yes?” you reply from your spot in his doorway, praying he doesn’t notice the hitch in your breath, nor the small exhale you let out.

“come. sit across from me.” he mindlessly shakes the ice in his drink around, the clinking burying the soft pad of your footsteps. you don’t look at him, not yet, and you’re not sure if he’s looking at you either. you take a seat across from him, folding your hands nearly in your lap and keeping your form small.

he sighs. your shoulders tense on instinct.

“last night,” clink “care to explain the charge on my card?”. he continues to swirl the ice in his drink around.

“what? what ch—“ you catch yourself mid sentence. fuck. you hadn’t switched your uber card from his to yours.

your lips drop open in a small, dawning gasp, and you resist the urge to cover your mouth with one hand. your fingers tighten around the fabric of your pants.

“where did you go last night?” he asks, voice quiet but unnerving. he already knew where you were. why did he have to prolong the truth?

you don’t respond, you keep your eyes lowered in shame. every muscle in your body is tightened uncomfortably, and the tension fills the room like a live wire, ready to snap at any moment.

he gives you a few moments before speaking again. “i want to hear it from you princess.”

you feel tears well at the use of the nickname. it was one of your favourites, you used to feel like you were floating when he called you that. now, it sounds like a sick promise rolling off his tongue.

“i—i can’t.” you stutter, and the tremble in your voice is unmistakable. your chest feels like it’s going to erupt from the guilt at any possible moment, and the pound of your heartbeat rings deafeningly in your ears.

“look at me.”

you raise a shaky head up to him, hair messily displaying down the sides of your face. small beads of tears roll down your cheeks, dripping off your chin and onto your clenched hands.

he studies you, gaze sharp and intoxicating. you hold your breath.

“where were you last night?” he asks again, without so much as raising his voice. he doesn’t need to, because the slight growl in it easily gives his anger away.

“at—“ you hesitate, voice straining to mouth the words out. “the hotel…”

“that’s right sweetheart.” he praises, no affection behind his words. he swirls the ice in his drink around again, and you drop your gaze to his fingers gently grasping the rim of the glass. you need something, anything to look at besides him. you couldn’t look at him.

“do you know who hosted that get together last night sweetheart?” he says slowly, predatory. he scans your rigid form, and the way one of your legs start bouncing by habit.

“ceo song.” you mumble.

he hums in agreement. “my father did in fact,” he pauses to take an unnerving sip of his drink. “and do you know, who also owns that hotel?”

your face visibly pales, eyes widening in shock as you look up at him. “he—what?”

mingi chuckes. “that’s right. room 5004?”

you flinch. he continues. “southwest elevator?”

“just stop—please.” you manage out, strained and small. “if you want nothing to do with me, just tell me now.” you look down in shame, tears falling helplessly and creating wet spots that seep through your pants.

again, the older doesn’t say anything. he keeps quiet, letting silence envelope the room like a suffocating, sick taunt.

“if—no—“ you cut yourself off. “there’s no forgiving what i did but—“ you sniffle, letting tears continue to fall. “i’m sorry mingi.”

he studies you.

“i know i fucked up, and i—i know there’s no recovering from this,” you start to mindlessly ramble, trying to let thoughts flow out to free up space for more. where were you going to go with this? you knew you had to let go of mingi as soon as you let yunho lead you through that door, you knew that he would find out no matter what. you just didn’t expect it to be so…soon. you would have told him eventually—when you were ready. the guilt would have eaten at you. now, you aren’t even sure what you want, or better, who you want.

“you—“ sniffle “you don’t need to forgive me min,” you mumble quietly between tears, wringing your fingers together uncomfortably. “i’m so so sorry…”

teardrops fall gracefully onto your lap, a small, barely heard plop against your clothing.

“i’m angry.” mingi breathes out, barely a whisper in the stillness of the space. “i’m angry with the fact you would ever do that to me.” his ice clinks in his glass, breaking down as you are with his words. you can’t meet his eyes.

“come.”

“h—huh?” you stutter out, lifting your head.

he motions for you with his two fingers.

you stand carefully, tension layered so heavily you’re scared of disrupting it. you pad over to him slowly, shoulders drooped, head bowed.

he spreads his much larger legs, looking up at you with a look that says you know what to do.

you move to sit on one of his thighs, and he shifts slightly to make sure you’re comfortable, still a gentleman all throughout his anger.

he moves his glass towards your lips. “drink.”

you hesitate, looking between him and the strong liquor. you can already smell it from this distance, but you comply again. he gently tips it into your mouth, and when it hits your tongue, it burns. you know hennessy isn’t normally as strong as other alcohol, but his burns your tongue, and your throat. you can feel the bitter velvet taste slipping down your throat and moving through your system, leaving behind fire in its wake, and you choke. he doesn’t stop pouring though, emptying the rest of the glass down your throat while you have no other choice but to comply. he stops when the leftover ice hits your lips, finally pulling back and letting you catch your breath, studying your blushed cheeks.

“y/n…” he mumbles, plump lips almost hypnotizing. “i’m not…a jealous man.”

you stay quiet as you try to maintain your composure, staring at the assortment of silver rings that cover his fingers, still holding the empty glass.

“but i am,” he wraps his free hand around your hips, squeezing gently at your skin and sending tingly heat straight to your core. “a little territorial.” he squeezes a little harder, fingernails digging into your hips now.

you wince, pressing your legs together as pink coats your cheeks. you don’t look at him, not yet, but his sharp eyes track every movement you make.

you feel his hand snake over to your back pocket, reaching for your phone and swiftly pulling it out. at the same time, the hollow echo of his drink clinks against the side table, putting it down without a second glance.

he scrolls for a bit. you don’t see what exactly he’s doing, but you recognize the familiar white lineup of contacts. you assume he’s looking for yunho in specific—who’s original number you’d deleted a long time ago—but you ask anyway. “what are you doing?” you squeak out, voice a little shakier than intended.

“just…” he pauses, squinting as he brings your phone a tad closer to his face. “looking…” he trails off.

“o—okay…” you mumble, biting your lip to refrain from asking more questions. you feel lightheaded.

you watch his fingers move swiftly, and it looks like he’s typing. you can’t see exactly what, because mingi is smart—he turns your brightness down, and angles it just out of your line of sight. perfect, you’d even turned your ringer off before getting there, now there was really no telling what the man could be doing.

after a few moments, he hums, sighing, and his chest rises and falls slowly. you hold your breath. he shuts off your phone, placing it on the little side table.

“how do you feel?” he asks suddenly, his large hand finding your waist this time.

“a little dizzy.” you admit, melting into his touch. your body relaxes just the slightest as his thumb starts to rub circles into your waist.

“you—,” you wince a little before popping the killer question. “you’re not mad…?”

his lips curl, and you find little comfort in the way his expression darkens a little. “of course i’m mad.” his hand snakes up your back, sending a shiver up your spine. he brings his lips to your ear, warm breath tickling your neck. “but you’re mine.”

you blush at his profound statement, and he notices. the way your thighs clench. the way your lips twitch. the way your eyes look hazier than before.

“wait for me in my room.”

you look at him for a moment, studying the curl of his lips and the angle of his jaw. he’s being serious—and you are enticed.

you move off his lap when he gives your hair a small tug, and you shuffle through the polished marble floors all the way to his room. you feel his eyes on your form as you walk away, piercing holes into your back with his gaze.

fuck, you were really done for now. he’d never been so demanding, you’d never seen this side of him before. the side that commands you what to do, that makes you obey him like a mindless puppet. he’s never made you drink like that before, nor used that tone on you—unless you were in bed maybe. you shuffle onto his bed with a small hop, the plush sheets and blanket swallowing you as you wait nervously.

the apartment is eerily silent. only the hum of his computer in the corner stands witness, and the shuffle of his footsteps wandering the living room. you hear the front door lock click open, and for a minute, you think he’s going to leave. when you don’t hear anything, you turn your body to look out the door, only to be met with his large frame filling the doorway and blocking the hallway out of your view. you gulp.

he notices your throat bob. he doesn’t say anything, just stares from a distance, and the room fills with everything that’s been left unsaid.

you swallow nervously again, feeling a pinky tone tint your cheeks before you can think.

mingi crosses the room in two long strides, his large, warm hand finding your cheek and stroking it with his thumb. you slowly lean into his touch, careful not to disrupt the moment or anger the man. no words leave his lips, just a breathless stare that you can’t quite place.

“you know…” the whisper leave his lips sultrily. “i’m not a jealous man.” his thumbs finds your bottom lip, pressing softly. the repeated words sound like he’s trying to convince himself of the fact.

you don’t nod or break eye contact, only tremble slightly in his hold as he tilts your chin up higher.

“don’t be scared.” he breathes out. “i’ll be good to you.” he takes a moment to admire your awestruck features. “better than him.”

you barely feel the heat creep up on your face before he pushes you backwards, letting your back softly hit the bed as he climbs on top of you, knee quickly nestling in between your legs.

his breath smells like liquor and smoke, and somehow there’s nothing better in the world at this moment. your stomach swirls when you find his eyes, dark yet not evil. unlike yunhos that night.

“relax princess…” he mumbles, head ducking as his lips find your neck. he starts softly at first, planting slow, warm kisses along the side of your neck, where he knows you’re sensitive. you tilt your head to the other side, giving him better access as you let out a soft sigh.

he entangles a hand with yours, pushing your forearm flush against the soft sheets.

your mind swirls. the mix of alcohol and mingis scent makes you feel fuzzy. it makes you feel weak, like you’re unable to fight even if you want to.

his kisses turn into harsh bites, nipping at your flesh before he soothes it over with a swipe of his tongue. mingi knows how to not leave a mark behind—as much as he wants to claim you for the whole world to see.

you squirm, smaller hand finding his shoulders and squeezing. the man knew how to make you fall apart, even as soft as he was with you.

he does the same motion with his other hand, taking it and gently intertwining your fingers as he pushes your arm against the bed.

“mingi…” you sigh softly, clothed clit bucking gently against his knee that keeps your legs spread.

“want you…” he mumbles into your skin. “only you…” he nudges your neck with his nose, inhaling your scent that smells almost intoxicating. his grip around your hand tightens as he continues to kiss your neck, this time soft pecks that make you shiver.

the smell of liquor radiates off him, and you’re not sure if it’s the liquor he made you drink, or if you’re just lightheaded from him.

he doesn’t waste time, moving to your shirt and gently unbuttoning it, leaving your chest exposed to him. he keeps your bra on, not even bothering to slip the sleeves of your shirt off just yet—he just needs to feel your skin on his.

one of his hands frees yours, squeezing gently at your exposed waist. he slides his hand underneath the small of your back, arching you up into his hold as he moves lower.

you let out a shaky exhale when you feel his warm breath ghosting your skin. he moves slowly, yet with intent, planting open mouthed kisses to your collarbones, the crevice in between your chest, your ribcage, letting his lips trail sultrily down your body. he trails your intertwined hands down the bed with him, needing something to tether himself to the moment.

when his lips hit your lower stomach, he pauses. “princess.”

“mm” you hum softly.

“this…you. you’re all mine.” he swallows thickly, and you hear it. “right?” you think you catch a tremble at the end of his voice. he needs to hear it even if it isn’t true.

you’re not sure how to respond. he knows what you’ve done. but in this moment, you are all his.

“mhm…” you hum, a little unsure yet the answer is still there. you feel him look up.

“would you…tell everyone?”

you look up this time, sitting up and propping your upper body up on your elbows. was he asking you to be his girlfriend? now?

his eyes are wrecked. he looks absolutely torn, hair a little messy and plump lips completely swollen.

“i—“ you start, but you can’t give him a definite answer. you don’t know what to say to him.

your locked gazes linger for a couple beats longer, letting the silence hang dead in the air. he studies you, the hesitation, the way your mind is clearly running a million miles a minute.

“forget it sweetheart.” he murmurs, eyes flitting down to your pants. he resumes his actions like nothing happened, nimble fingers finding the zipper of your pants. you hesitate for a moment, before ultimately deciding to lie back down. you could have a serious talk later, when the both of you weren’t intoxicated and lust drunk.

“we’ll find out.” he mumbles again, more to himself than you this time and your stomach twists. you feel terrible.

he slips your pants off with precision, swiftly discarding them to the side and eyeing your clothed clit.

you squirm uncomfortably under his gaze, shyly trying to close your legs.

he moves your legs to his shoulders, placing them neatly before pressing small kisses to the insides of your thighs, making you jerk slightly in his grip. he watches every movement of your body, every reaction you to have to him.

he lets his hot breath fan over your pussy, sending soft shivers running up your spine. the room echoes with your soft sighs and mingis low breathing. he places his hands on your hips, squeezing softly at the skin before pressing his lips to your thin panties.

you let out a small hiss when you feel him press a kiss to your clit, and another closer to your entrance. your hands move to his hair on instinct, carding your fingers through the strands and lightly squeezing.

his tongue darts out and presses against the fabric of your underwear, wetting the spot lightly as you squirm. his hands on your legs keep you firmly in place though, letting you arch into his mouth however you please.

“t—there,” you breathe out. “more…”

mingi obeys, tongue pressing firmer against your clothed entrance. your grip on his hair tightens, back arching deeper into the bedsheets as shallow breaths leave your lips.

“want this off.” he mumbles into your heat. he snakes his hands into the insides of your thighs again, squeezing softly at the skin before grabbing your hips.

you brace for him to peel your panties off, but instead, you hear a small tear and the impact of mingis strength.

“mingi—!” you yelp, feeling your now torn underwear slipping out from beneath you and into his fingers. you knew he was strong, but he was never aggressive in nature. it just wasn’t who he was.

“shh…” he coos, pressing his lips to your inner thigh. “i’ll buy you ten more.” he whispers into your skin.

you whimper, feeling the cool air hit your exposed pussy in contrast to his hot kisses along your thighs. he looks up at you for a moment, and you see his eyes swirling with hurt, want, and something you can’t quite place yet.

he doesn’t say anything, ducking his head down again and flattening his tongue against your core. you let out a shaky exhale, properly feeling the heat of his tongue.

his hands keep you firmly in place as you start to wriggle in his grasp, feeling his tongue start to lap at your arousal coated entrance, saliva and wetness mixing together. your core throbs for more—his fingers, anything.

mingi can feel it, but he doesn’t grant you with anything more. he switches from swirling his tongue around your clit, to flattening his tongue against your entrance. every so often, he’ll stick his tongue inside and make you writhe, and incoherently mumble his name. your grip on his messy hair tightens, almost pushing him down onto you as you buck helplessly into his tongue.

tears gather at the corners of your eyes. he’s going so slow, so teasing, like he wants to see you unravel on his tongue before he gives you anything else. each swirl of his tongue on your clit makes you cry out, throwing your head back against his sheets. his sheets smell like him. the alcohol on your breath smells like him.

“fingers,” you whimper in between strained moans.

“mm?” he hums into you, making you feel the vibration of his deep voice.

“need your fingers…” you mumble, feeling a little shy now that you’ve said it out loud.

he nods, nose bumping your clit. you feel two cold fingers prod at your soaked entrance, lewd noises filling the space. he rubs at your entrance a couple of times before pushing his fingers in ever so slowly, and you feel your walls slowly adjust to the new intrusion.

he takes his time gently pushing his fingers in and out, adding more each time. you squirm, trying to move closer and get more of his fingers. he latches his lips onto your clit and you let out a pornographic moan, forgetting your objective as you arch impossibly in his grasp.

satisfied, mingi lets out a low hum and pushes his fingers all the way in, watching the swell of your breasts and feeling the way you clench around him. he fucks you slowly with his fingers, feeling your soft walls quiver around him. arousal lewdly coats the rings on his fingers, an almost clear, sticky film wrapping around them each time he fucks his fingers in and out.

he groans, watching you finally adjust and start to move your hips in time with him. the strain in his pants are almost impossibly tight, but he knows he has to keep going for this to work.

“m—mingi…” you breathe out, feeling his fingers curl and hit a spot that almost makes your vision go blank. “m’close…”

“good.” he murmurs. his tongue switches from swirling onto your clit to flicking it up and down in time with his fingers, and you swear you think you’ll pass out.

his fingers go from in and out motions, to curling up and down inside you, the sloppy, wet noises filling the space along with your sweet moans.

“agh—mingi—too much—!” you whimper out, feeling your lower body start to shake in his hold. the knot in your tummy dares to unravel with each quick motion of his tongue and fingers combined, and despite your protests, you desperately fuck onto his fingers faster and faster.

a single tear falls from the corner of your eye and tracks down the side of your face, seeping into your hair as the bed starts to creak. you tighten your legs around his shoulders, feeling his fingers hit that soft spot inside you continuously.

incoherent words of praise and his name leave your lips as you reach closer to your orgasm, and not before long, your vision goes blank. mingi groans when your grip on his hair starts to burn, as your back bows off the bed, and you let your orgasm completely take over. your body feels hot, so hot, yet you can’t see anything. you can feel his soft locks tangled between your fingers, his free hand softly massaging your thigh, and his sinful fingers stilling inside you. cum leaks out of your entrance and onto his large hand, and his cock throbs seeing the arousal coat his rings.

your scrunched up face softens along with your fingers in his hair.

“angel?”

your body shoots up faster than a bullet, legs that were previously tangled around mingis shoulders now halfway off him as you scramble up.

“y—yunho—?!” you yelp, quickly grabbing one side of your shirt to cover your exposed upper half. barely visible beads of sweat line your hairline, chest rising and falling even faster with the newfound sight. “wh—“ you start, breathless.

standing in the doorway to mingis bedroom, is a very out of breath and messy yunho. his hair is blown out like the wind payed no care to it, shirt wrinkled like he’d thrown it on last minute. you notice his fingers curl tighter against his phone, gripping it harshly like his only lifeline.

“i thought—“ he starts, voice soft and shaky as his eyes dart around. “you—“

“i texted you.” mingis voice echoes around the quiet space. the tension is so thick a single breath could slice clean through it. mingi turns, finally making eye contact with the older from his place on the floor, between your legs.

yunho looks at him speechless. his lips are glossy, swollen, obviously coated in slick from you.

it clicks for you then. mingi had gone on your phone, and texted yunho. the small click you’d heard from the hallway was him unlocking his door. did he just want yunho out of your life? he wanted yunho to see you two in the act, so he’d finally leave you a—

mingi turns to you. “you want this right?”

“w—want what?” you whisper, eyes flicking between his needy gaze and the confusion swirling behind yunhos eyes.

“both.”

“what?” you ask dumbfounded, legs still perched messily on his shoulders. you pull your shirt over your chest a little tighter, anxiously rubbing at the soft material.

“of us.” he finishes, as simply as if he’d just told you what you were having for dinner tonight.

“b—both?” you stutter, gaze flitting up to yunhos tall form still standing in mingis doorway. “mingi i—“

“like i said sweetheart,” he places a hand on your thigh, rubbing softly at the skin. you instinctively close your legs, trying to pull your shirt down and cover the last of your dignity. “i’m not a jealous man.” the words leave his lips softly, like he didn’t just make your ex walk in while you were finishing into his mouth.

“wh—yunho—?” you say, almost exasperated.

yunho looks between you, mingi, and you again.

“do you want this angel?” he repeats back to you, words slightly strained like he wants you to say no. he wants you to be his. nobody else’s. but if sharing with mingi was what it took to keep you—it couldn’t be the worse of ideas he’d ever been introduced to.

mingi doesn’t look back at yunho. yunho keeps his eyes fixed on you.

mingi ducks his head, licking a slow, stripe up your cunt, eliciting a syrupy sweet gasp to fall from your lips. you immediately cover your mouth in shock when you realize, looking over to gauge yunhos reaction.

his lips are parted. a small noise of air leaves him—shock mixed with disbelief.

he slowly stalks over to the side of the bed, his steps an empty hollow in the silence of the space.

yunhos eyes are dark. similar to the first night you’d encountered him. when he left you that morning.

he doesn’t say anything. he wordlessly gets on the bed right behind you, mattress sinking with his added weight. the pound of your heart echoes loud in your ears as you look up at him, upside down. was he…?

your thoughts don’t get to process fast enough, as you feel mingis weight shift below you. he gently brings your legs off his shoulders, swiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.

“good thing it’s still my turn.” he whispers, and you feel your stomach flip.

without words, him and yunho work in sync. yunho gently lifts your upper half onto his firm knees, letting your back rest against his thighs. mingi on the other hand, creeps onto the bed, belt already messily unbuckled.

he positions himself neatly at your entrance, cock pressing firmly against your slick cunt. you squirm, pressing your upper back into yunhos lower half before he soothes you with a stroke to your hair. “you’ll be okay angel…” yunho murmurs, pressing his lips to the crown of your hair.

mingi strokes once, twice, before slowly pushing himself in. you feel the burn of the stretch immediately, as mingi carefully sheathes the tip in, letting you breathe your way through adjusting. you let out a shaky exhale, half in pain, half in shock that yunhos just sitting and watching.

you feel yunhos thighs clench when you squirm, mingi holding your hips still as he feeds your hole with his cock. thin fingers lace around your wrists featherlight, but enough to send a message. you were his even with another man inside you.

your shirt falls open, messy and crinkled, and you let out a soft whine. the contrast of mingi being fully in, the cool air hitting your skin, yunhos hands wrapped around your wrists.

“m—mingi…” you breathe out, walls fluttering around his throbbing cock. you feel yunhos fingers tighten around your wrists, but you pay him no mind for now. “it hurts…”

mingi exhales, jaw dropped in a mesmerized “o” shape. he watches the space you two connect in, experimentally rolling his hips—and you squirm.

“it’s okay princess…” he murmurs, slowly grinding in and out, large hands gripping feverishly at your waist. you can feel his rings dig into your warm skin, and his fingers press deeply against your flesh. “you can take it.”

you can practically feel the jealousy radiating from yunho, his hold tightening even further around you. you try to pull your wrists away, but to no avail.

you let out a small moan when mingi shifts his hips differently, causing your back to arch off the bed. mingi lets you, holding you up with the strength of his hands as he finds a moderate pace to plow into you.

“f—fuck—!” you cry out a pained whimper, feeling your tummy burn with that familiar knot, twisting your face sideways into yunhos abdomen.

small whines leave your lips, and your body shakes from the force of mingis thrusts into you. it isn’t the roughest you’ve ever had, but with yunho here, your entire body fucking throbs.

lewd noises of skin slapping, your whines, and mingis small noises echo around the empty room, air charged with a silent voltage.

“don’t hide angel.” yunho says quietly, deadly. he moves one hand from your wrist to your chin, and he snaps your head forward, forcing you to look at mingi who eyes at you with a sickly smirk.

you whine, cheeks flushed.

“yeah? you—mmh—wanted this huh?” mingi teases, hips snapping even harder into you with a force that makes your tears form again.

you squirm again, and yunho holds you down with a hand pressed to your chest and another intertwining with your small fingers.

“d—deep—you’re deep mingi,” you whimper, mindlessly clenching around him and causing a small whine to tumble from his lips.

the bed creaks with the weight of all three bodies, and you feel yunhos cock twitch against your back when you let another helpless moan out.

mingi leans in closer, one hand planted on the bed underneath your bound arms, the other still gripping tightly at your waist.

“you like seeing us like this don’t you?” he pants, still thrusting into you like a man starved. “going fucking crazy over you?”

“ah!—no,” you manage to whine out between the force of his hips slapping against you. “i don’t—”

his fingers tighten around your waist, pressing hard against your flesh—and you almost thrash underneath his hold, letting out a pained cry that makes him twitch inside you.

“liar.” he grits out, pulling your hips down in time to meet his. “you couldn’t settle for one so you needed both.”

“so dirty…” yunho mumbles, gently pushing stray strands of hair out of your flushed face.

mingi smirks, but there’s no amusement in his features. “so greedy.”

he slams into you particularly hard, pushing your upper body flush against yunhos thighs, and you feel your back arch off the bed before you can think.

you almost sob, tears gathering prettily on your waterline. “mmh—! t—too much—“ you pant out, tears daring to stain your cheeks. he’s buried so deep inside you, you can barely process any other feeling except for the way the head of his cock kisses your sweet spot.

your thighs jolt violently, and you instinctively squeeze around mingis hips.

“there, right there,” you mumble incoherently, pulling your wrist free from yunho who seems to have forgotten the use of restraint and grabbing the fabric of mingis shirt, pulling him down, closer.

mingi happily obliges, pushing into you with the new depth. you drag him down further, eyeing him with lust clouded eyes before connecting your lips.

the kiss is messy, sloppy even. obscene noises leave the two of you, and you’d forget yunho was even in the room if not for his one hand interlacing with yours again and the cushion of his thighs against your back. you whimper into mingis mouth, and he answers with a whine of his own.

mingi pulls away first, saliva and lipgloss smeared across his gorgeous plump lips. “g—gonna finish princess.” he whines again, and you feel his thrusts turn sloppy, frantic. “want you to cum with me.”

you nod, jaw going slack as higher pitched moans tumble from your parted lips. mingi can tell by the way your eyebrows knit together and the blush on your cheeks that you’re close, and that drives him even further over the edge.

he leans in again, connecting in the most desperate way possible. his whines are muffled by your syrupy sweet higher pitched moans, and he swears he forgets how to think for a few moments.

his fingers tighten around your waist, slamming you down on his cock, hitting that spongey spot inside you that drove you wild. your noises turn intense before you eventually black out, vision going spotty as your orgasm washes over you. your legs tremble around his waist, and your hand still interlaced with yunhos squeezes hard. he lets you, shallowly pressing his aching cock into your back.

mingi follows shortly after, sloppy thrusts coming to a slow as he buries himself to the hilt. a small whine leaves him as thick ropes of white coat your insides, filling you up impossibly full as he holds you there, twitching and riding his own orgasm out.

“my god princess…” he murmurs into your ear. the rasp in his voice paired with his slow thrusts into your aching cunt make you shiver, and you lace your free hand into the back of his hair.

“mingi…” you whine softly, chest rising and falling in time with his. the room is still, and yunhos hand in yours softens.

the air is silent for a few moments, only you and mingis mingled breaths filling the space. it takes you a couple moments to recover, before mingi eventually pulls out, leaving you feeling empty and full all at the same time.

he presses a small kiss to your forehead, pushing himself up off you.

you let out a soft gasp when you feel a pair of arms pull you up, one tucked under your breasts and roughly caging your ribs.

“my turn doll.” yunho growls into your ear, pushing you down onto your tummy just in time for mingi to sit up and catch you. you feel your chest hit the plush bed, and you brace yourself against the sheets for yunhos impact.

mingi carefully strokes your hair when you let out a fucked out whine, combing his large fingers through the messy strands and cooing at you.

yunho leans forward and pulls the rest of your shirt off you, and you have no choice but to let him while mingi comforts you. you feel his clothed length press against your leaking cunt, and he experimentally rolls his hips when he feels you against him.

“angel…” yunho hisses under his breath, feeling your sopping arousal. “so fucking wet…”

mingi smirks down at you, tugging softly at the back of your hair to gauge your flushed cheeks and far away eyes.

“you’re so pretty princess…” mingi murmurs, slowly tilting your chin to meet yunhos gaze. “show him that fucked out face…show him what i can do to you.”

you pull your lower lip between your teeth in shame, and yunho could finish just from the expression on your face. the tear streaked cheeks, the swollen lips.

“fuck.” yunho mutters, and you hear small shuffling as he unzips his pants.

it doesn’t take long before the head of his cock is nuzzled right at your entrance, pressing softly into your soaked folds as he moves his hips back and forth.

a small, exerted breath leaves his lips, and you can hear the tension unfold in his movements. one hand finds your hip, squeezing harshly at the your soft flesh. the other slaps at your ass, making you fold forward and arch further into mingis hold.

“o—ow…” you whimper, face smushed into mingis legs.

“i’ve got you princess…” he says, low and promising. “i’ve got you.”

yunho looks up at the younger for a split second, rage in his eyes at the obvious sweet talking. was mingi always putting you on a pedestal like that? no wonder you’re always such a brat now.

yunho sheathes his tip inside, giving you no room to adjust, or even breathe. you squirm. yunho feels different from mingi, angrier even.

he lets out a content sigh when your cunt greedily swallows him in, taking his swollen tip and leaking precum. your cum mixed with mingis makes your walls warm and wet, easy to penetrate like yunho wants. but the thought of another man being in the picture makes him want to fuck you till you forget.

“fuck angel—“ he gasps, his hips slowly pushing in and out of you. “s—so fucking wet…”

you feel his fingers tremble around your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts as he fucks you on his cock. he doesn’t build it up, or start soft. yunho fucks you like he’s punishing you for something unforgivable.

you mumble a series of messed up words, ones mingi can’t decipher as he grazes a hand down your bare back. his touch sends sparks shooting straight to your core—a third orgasm already starting—and your fingers tighten around the bedsheets, grasping for anything to ground yourself.

“mmfh—“ you muffle into mingis thighs, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. “hurts…”

yunho adjusts your hips, and mingis large hand pushes the small of your back down, forcing you to arch down even further for him. you swear you see stars.

“yeah?” yunho grunts, punctuating with a particularly hard thrust. he stills inside you as deep as he can, leaning down and pushing even further into you.

you feel his breath ghost your ear, his face right by mingis thigh. “my angel’s so fucked out…” he breathes, words so sharp it makes your stomach coil and your pussy clamp around him. “you might forget who you belong to.”

you let out the most devastating, high pitched whine, burying your face fully into mingis thighs and kicking your legs. you feel his cock barely kissing your sweet spot at the new angle. the small action does nothing to the larger though, and he leans back after pressing a gentle kiss to your hair.

he moves his hands to the hinge of your hips, squeezing once before pulling you back onto him again.

you feel movement from mingi. “you guys are getting me fucking bothered.” he voices lowly from above you, and you look up with teary eyes between yunhos increasingly hard thrusts.

mingi slowly runs a hand up and down his already hard length, rings still stained from your previous activities. he lets out a low groan, hips starting to move into his own hand.

“can you take more sweetheart?” he asks, snaking his fingers under your chin.

you pout and let out a small gasp, head moving slightly in his hold as yunho fucks into you from behind. you feel his grip tighten around your hips, pulling you back even harder against his crotch.

before you can answer, “she can take it.” yunho pants, slightly out of breath. “you wanted this didn’t you?”

fingers finding your scalp and yanking you out of mingis hold force a small yelp out of you, and you swallow down a large gulp. sultry moans fall from your lips like a whispered prayer, and mingis gaze darkens.

“c’mere sweetheart.” he cooes softly, pushing his hips closer to your already open jaw. “open up for me.”

you stick your tongue out, looking up at him with eyes that make his cock throb. you narrowly miss his length with each deep thrust yunho pushes into you, before finally taking him in starting with the tip.

“that’s it.” yunho grunts. he roughly pushes your head back down, letting go of your hair. you feel mingis tip hit the back of your throat, and you stutter around him, throat closing up and eyes watering immensely.

yunho mutters a curse under his breath, kicking your legs even further apart and forcing you to practically sit on his cock as he controls your legs.

“mm—mmmh—!“ you whimper, strained on mingis cock, the vibration going straight to his stomach and forcing a low groan out of him.

“it’s okay…it’s okay sweetheart…” mingi assures you softly, moving your hair out of your face. “m—my god…your tongue feels so warm…”

yunho forces a couple more sadistic moans out of you, making you a pathetic mess on mingis length. drool falls from your lips and onto the silk sheets, tears track down your face and onto your chin.

a harsh slap across your ass from yunho makes your body thrash, and you claw at mingis pants, a syrupy sweet moan echoing on his cock.

his hand tightens in your scalp, a breathy whine leaving his lips. the burn makes your tummy coil tighter, clenching around yunho who lets out a soft sigh.

“c’mon angel, you can do better than that.” yunho remarks, much to your dismay. he pauses for a second, angling his knees differently so they dig deeper into the bed.

you whine loudly in protest, jaw growing tired and hips getting sore.

slap

another heavy slap against your ass almost makes you scream, and yunho continues with his new leverage.

“you wanted this, don’t you dare complain angel.” he says between grunts, the new angle punishing. you can feel him burying deeper and deeper with each thrust, making you sob around mingi as you claw desperately at anything you can.

yunho was jealous. so jealous he needed to make you sob. he knows mingi could never push you to cry like this.

he gets pulled out of his thoughts by a sultry whimper leaving you, and you squirm and wiggle your hips to try and get out of his harsh grasp.

“you move,” he starts, thrusts shallowing. “and i’ll fucking stop. you want me to stop angel?”

your body physically slumps in defeat, and you shake your head no, small and limp.

“so good…” mingi praises. “you’re so good…”

satisfied, yunho continues, his cock now brushing your sweet spot with each thrust. you cry again, tears fully streaming down your cheeks as you choke around mingis length. your throat feels so full, no doubt sore tomorrow. your cunt feels so content, pulsing around yunhos each time he touches that spongey spot inside you.

“c—mmh—close—!“ you whine frantically onto mingis cock, and mingi seals it with a hand in the back of your hair and his hips being pushed deeper into your throat. you moan around him, and you feel his length twitch on your tongue.

your eyes water. yunhos hips grow sloppy, desperately plowing into you as his gasps turn into higher pitched whimpers.

mingi grows breathless, and the knot in your stomach dares to untangle right then and there.

“y—you’re so pretty love—“ he whines, biting his lip as you hollow your cheeks around him.

yunho leans his upper body down onto your back, pressing messy, frantic kisses to your shoulder blades as he plunges impossibly deeper into you.

“g’na…cum angel…” he whimpers quietly, between his rough thrusts. for the first time that night, you hear the gentle yunho, the sincere yunho.

with a pained cry, you feel your orgasm slowly creep up on you. your cheeks flush bright red, your knees lock up, and you fist both hands into the bedsheets as you finish with yunhos tip kissing your cervix. mingi follows right after with a soft groan, unable to hold himself back as he watches your eyebrows crinkle and your eyes glaze over.

at the same time, yunho tips over the edge with his bottom lip smushed prettily on your shoulder and his hips stilling deep inside you. a gentle whine spills from his pink lips as thick ropes of white paint your insides and coat your throat full of filth, both men keeping themselves there and forcing you to take it.

it takes a couple moments of both yunho and mingi shallowly riding their orgasms out into you, before you regain your vision and the slightest bit of sanity.

exhausted pants and small whines leave all three of your lips, both yunho and mingis chests heaving and your cunt absolutely throbbing around yunho.

mingi is the first to slowly leave your mouth with a small pop, a lewd string of slick connecting his length with your lips.

“my girl…you’re so good…” he whispers delicately, thumbing at your cheek. you can barely nuzzle into the warmth of his touch, body completely numb and spent. he turns around in, tucking himself back into his boxers. he bends down and presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head, leaving you and yunho in the aftermath in pursuit of clean towels.

when mingis steps fade into the washroom, yunho mumbles incoherently into your shoulder, picking himself up with small kisses to your sweat tinted skin. he laces his fingers into yours, squeezing gently.

when he pulls out, he lets out a low sigh, and you audibly whine, feeling the emptiness immediately and clenching around nothing.

“mm…yunho…” you mumble, partly muffled into the sheets.

“what is it angel?” yunho sighs in fond admiration.

“i’m thinking…we should all have a serious talk…pretty soon…” you trail off, eyelids growing heavy as you sigh into the mattress.

“come over here.” hongjoong commands, signalling for you to take a seat on his thigh. “and make sure that door is locked.”

you amble over to him from your place in his doorway, making sure the lock clicks shut behind you and taking a comfortable seat on one of his spread legs.

“what was that?”

“what was what?” you ask dumbly, shifting uncomfortably on his thigh and bringing your hands together.

“what was that with jongho?” he replies curtly, tone flat.

“what do you mean joongie?”

he lets out a bitter laugh, one you know means he isn’t joking right now. “i mean,” his tone is sharp now. “what the fuck were you doing in our dorm without letting me know?”

“we were just hanging out!” you reply, throwing your hands out in front of you. “he asked me if i wanted to see his cd collection so i said yes!”

hongjoong lets out another small chuckle, his hands finding his eyes and rubbing.

“you think i’m an idiot?”

“what?”

“do you—“ he starts, and you feel his thigh flex underneath you. “think i am an idiot?”

you feel smaller beneath his words, your fingers wringing together nervously as you keep your gaze low.

“i don’t kno—“

“bend over.”

you look at him with shock in your eyes, but his gaze is piercing. his face is void of any emotion but if you had to guess based off his tone, he was not happy with you in the slightest.

you carefully shuffle off his thigh, and he turns his chair in silence to accommodate you. now, you’re braced with your hips hinged against that same thigh, with your other half balancing on his other leg for support. your feet dangle just off the floor, hanging limply off his legs like a rag doll.

he brushes his fingers against your skirt, feeling the outline of your bottom before slowly peeling the skirt upwards.

“this skirt?” he starts, breath barely hitching when he catches sight of your panties underneath. “for him?”

“no joong” you breathe out, voice smaller than you’d intended.

he chuckles again, this time scarier—because you can’t tell the intention behind it.

“wearing a skirt to my dorm to see my friend” he says, yet there’s no amusement behind his words. “you think i couldn’t hear you giggling from behind that door?”

you’re unsure of what to say, so you go with the safe answer. “n—no joong”

smack

a mercilessly strike against your ass sends tingles shooting up your spine, body immediately jolting forward in his hold as a small yelp leaves your lips.

his other hand presses your back down, and you have no choice but to stay arched on his lap, small hands holding onto the fabric of his joggers.

“what else did you do in there?” he asks, his voice the same monotone. “you couldn’t tell me you were paying us a visit huh?”

this time, you shake your head, afraid that any answer would be wrong in his eyes.

smack

another hard slap against your ass makes you cry out, fingers tightening in the fabric of his joggers. the sting makes tears brim at the corners of your eyes, the sight in front of you a mess of cords and producer tools.

he stills his hand on your cheeks, rubbing softly at the red blooming in place. he eyes the way your cunt quivers beneath your lace panties, taking a finger and rubbing featherlight at it.

this draws a syrupy sweet whimper out of you, hips wiggling in place as you chase the sick friction of his touch.

smack

your body thrashes, small legs kicking helplessly.

“that’s for squirming.”

smack

“that’s for not telling me what happened in his room.”

by now, tears roll down the side of your face, falling messily on the floor beneath you.

“didn’t do anything joongie” you start, the words sounding more and more strained from your downwards position on his lap.

smack

a broken moan leaves your lips, arms immediately moving to try and escape the position he has you held down in.

“liar.” hongjoong grits out, his hand on your back tightening and pressing down harder. “what did you dress all slutty for? so you could look at his cd collection?” he rubs at your buttocks, temporarily soothing the burning sting.

it takes you a few beats too long to answer.

smack

you cry out, “n—no joongie! no.” you writhe in his grip, burying your face in his joggers and muffling the pathetic tears of pain.

“then what for?” he moves his fingers to your clothed pussy now, brushing each one along your damp panties and drawing a muffled whimper from your lips.

you’re scared he won’t like any answer you come up with, so you stay quiet and cry silently, let tears soak into his pants.

his hand finds your hair and yanks you up by your scalp in no time, taking a moment to assess your tear stained face. you finally make eye contact with him for what feels like the first time that night, and his eyes are dark, far away.

“what. for?” he asks gruffly, his fingers on your entrance stilling.

you sniffle, “just wanted to look nice” though your words sound more like a question than an answer.

smack

“dumb slut.” he spits, letting go of your hair and dropping you back into his lap, just in time for you to whine and tighten your fingers against his thigh again.

“you need to be taught,”

smack

you squirm in his hold, his large hand pressing down on your back yet again.

“some proper manners.”

smack

each slap rings out like a gunshot in his studio, your cries no doubt going unheard due to the soundproof walls.

“even when i have you bent over like this,” hongjoong leans over to eye your now soaked panties. “you like being treated like a slut don’t you?”

you keep the bottom half of your face buried in his joggers, not looking up at the man in question. you shake your head no twice.

smack

he clicks his tongue. “such a liar.”

smack

he hits you with a particularly hard slap, one that makes you jolt violently as a loud moan tumbles from your lips. your hips shake on his thigh, legs kicking ever so slightly.

“h—hurts joongie…” you mumble out, mind a mess of arousal and pain. “it hurts…”

“yeah?” he squeezes harshly, yet it still feels soothing compared to the stinging slaps.

smack

this time, your hand flies to his on instinct, trying to grab hold of his wrists or make him stop, anything to momentarily pause the assault on your behind.

hongjoong catches your flailing wrist with his free hand, lacing his fingers with yours and keeping your elbow flat against your back.

smack

you squirm, a helpless sound escaping you.

“hands to yourself.”

you nod sadly into his leg, tears slowly tracking down the side of your face.

smack

“tell me what happened with jongho”

the name itself angers hongjoong enough, his hand coming down mercilessly on your red ass.

smack

smack

smack

you let out pained whimpers, legs kicking uncontrollably as you try to shift forward.

“n—nothing happened joong—“

smack

you yelp, feeling electricity course through every nerve on your lower half. “nothing joongie—nothing i promise—“

smack

“nothing?” he repeats back to you. he runs his hands back and forth over your ruined ass, feeling the heated skin under his fingertips. you can barely feel the motion yourself, already going numb from how much and how hard he’d been slapping you. “a skirt with only these panties is nothing?”

“i swear nothing happened, i promise!” you cry out, feeling the incoming slap from him. instead, his fingers move to your clothed cunt, feeling your sopping arousal through the lace and rubbing gently at your entrance. you clench around nothing, trying not to wriggle in his hold.

he does the unexpected, and pulls your panties higher, making the fabric press uncomfortably tight against your pussy.

“ow—! joongie i—“ you start, clawing at his leg though it leaves him unbothered. you feel his fingers tighten around your interlaced ones. “it hurts joong—“ you whimper out.

“it’s supposed to” he says, very matter-of-factly. “it’s not supposed to get you soaked like the fucking slut you are.”

that silences you for now, dropping your face back into his leg and arching your back to accommodate the new feeling.

smack

you yelp again, body jolting all the more violently. you feel your face turn a deep shade of red, trying to stop the tears from coming and the tightness in your chest from bursting.

“m’sorry joong” you mumble, words muffled by the fabric of his pants.

hongjoong hums, taking your apology into account.

smack

smack

smack

you need to come up for air and let broken cries out, each slap as hard as he needed you to remember and learn your lesson. your body writhes despite the hold he has on you, back arching impossibly further down and trying to free your hips from the position. you thrash your legs and kick against his calf, but he doesn’t bat an eyelash, letting you squirm but not letting you free.

“i told you not to move.” he huffs out, squeezing and kneading at your sore ass.

“sorry joongie” you whine out, voice smaller than before. you let out a couple sniffles.

“my bad girl” he hums, carding a his free hand through your messy hair. his hand runs up the side of your body, pausing to leave a tight squeeze on your thin waist before moving to your hips.

smack

you let out another strangled cry, clenching your bottom and gripping at his thigh. splattered tears are gathered nearly on the floor beneath you, another one hitting it with a sickly plop.

“you gonna start behaving now?” hongjoong asks, one hand gripping hard at your hips and the other rubbing at your heat.

“gonna listen—“ you babble out, sucking in a sharp inhale. “gonna listen to you joongie”

smack

“good.” he says, emotionless as his fingers prod at your entrance through your panties. “sluts like you need to be taught lessons, don’t they?”

you quickly nod, bracing yourself for impact.

you feel him peel your panties off, torturously slow, making you whimper when you’re fully exposed to the cool air of his studio.

smack

it somehow feels worse with your panties pulled messily beneath your bottom, your hole quickly clenching around nothing as you moan sultrily into his joggers.

smack

smack

smack

he pulls your head up just as the sharp series of slaps end, gauging your gasping form and fucked out eyes.

you sniffle, looking up at him with glassy eyes.

“had enough?” he cocks his head at you, fingers circling your soaked entrance again.

you nod frantically, a small sob escaping your pouted lips.

and that’s when you feel a slender finger push into you, drawing a syrupy sweet gasp from your lips.

“yeah?” hongjoong taunts, hand still tangled in your hair. “look at how well this pussy is taking my fingers.”

you whine when he slips in another, swinging your little legs and kicking ever so slightly against him.

“so greedy”

he drops your head back down, the same hand patting softly at your back and stroking gently down your waist.

he pushes his fingers in and out, watching every lewd reaction he pulls from your shaking form. your hips buck back into his fingers, hands clenching around his thigh.

he hums, sneakily adding in a third finger, and you feel your walls stretch around them.

“joong!” you cry, burying your face his joggers.

“you can take it.” he says, tone flat again. he continues fucking you at a steady rhythm, his fingers curling up every so often to push against that spongey spot inside you.

you start kicking when the knot in your tummy feels too hot, trying to wriggle free from his hold—but his other hand is firm around on your hips.

his fingers curl in and out, in and out, drawing moans from your swollen lips. each thrust inside has your gummy walls squeezing around him, body shaking as hongjoong relishes in your reactions.

he pulls his arousal costed fingers out, examining them for a quick moment as your body relaxes just the tiniest bit.

and not long after, his fingers find your puffy clit, rubbing harshly with the wetness he’d already gathered.

“joongie—“ you whine out, body trembling and squirming. you hear the strained squeaking of his chair but you don’t manage to move an inch in his grip. “t—too much…”

“too much?” hongjoong repeats back, his tone all fire and heat.

smack

a wet slap lands right across your pussy, your body thrashing as you push forward and let out another sob.

his fingers find your hole again, easily slipping inside the soaking heat.

“but dressing slutty wasn’t too much?”

his fingers thrust feverishly fast into you, and you have no choice but to bite down on the fabric of his joggers to stay quiet.

“seeing my friend without telling me wasn’t too much?”

“s—stop joong—!” you sob into his joggers, feeling that familiar sensation deep in your tummy.

“hm?” he mocks, fingers unrelenting.

you can’t even speak, only let out strained cries as you feel your peak come closer and closer.

“yeah?” he teases, curling his fingers upwards and continuing that motion particularly harder. “gonna finish on my fingers like a needy slut?”

you frantically nod into his thigh, higher pitched whimpers and breathy exhales escaping your lips. you push your hips back into his touch, making his fingers curl against a part of you that was reserved for only him.

all you see is black for a couple of moments, before realizing your orgasm came through like a tidal wave. every inch of your body shakes like a leaf as cum leaks out of your entrance, his fingers coming to a slow and gently fucking you through it.

you let out soft pants mixed with whines, tears finally coming to a slow as you stay unravelled on his fingers.

hongjoong doesn’t say anything for a couple of moments, letting your body calm down and stroking your back gently with his free hand.

after a couple of beats, he softly pushes hair from your back to your shoulder, carefully pushing it aside and out of the way.

you tilt your head sideways to look at him, your red cheek sitting mushed against his meaty thigh.

“so fucked out…” he murmurs, finally pulling his fingers out of you and drawing a small whine from you.

he rests his wet fingers on your ass, squeezing hard at the sore red skin.

“it wasn’t like that!” yeosang snaps, his voice on the brink of what would be considered yelling.

you, on the other hand, are sitting comfortably on the couch, letting the man pace like a panther deciding whether to pounce or not. arms folded, you dismiss him yet again with a mere shake of your head.

“i don’t care.” you blink slowly at the coffee table in front of you, in your peripheral you see yeosang staring at you like you’ve grown a second head. “i saw what i saw that’s final.”

and indeed you did. you watched one of the recording department heads flirt shamelessly with him in front of you, her hands brushing his shoulders. you saw the pinky tone on his pale cheeks while you, his girlfriend, sat literally in the same room as him.

“love please,” yeosang inches closer to the couch. “you know it didn’t mean anything.” his voice is hushed now, taking your dismissive looks to heart. “you know i would never do that to you.”

the pout on your face is unmistakeable, yet yeosang still feels you have the upper hand—of course you do. he did fuck up after all, yet his hundreds of apologies and reasonings have gone completely unheard tonight.

he sits on the couch next to you, not too close in case you move away from him. “what can i do?” he pauses, his hand reaching for your lap. “i—am sorry love.”

you shift ever so slightly away from his touch, and yeosang retracts like a wounded dog. you uncross your arms and point at the small space between the couch and the coffee table, right in front of your legs.

yeosang doesn’t move until you glance at him and nod at the floor, your face a mask void of any emotion.

he makes himself as comfortable as he can beneath you, sitting on his knees with his hands folded neatly in his lap and his head down. he knows better than to look up at you right now.

you let a few beats pass, no doubt uncomfortable for him. you admire him for a while. his blonde hair, a little ruffled from the wind outside. his shirt and undone tie, barely exposing his collarbones, just enough to tease. his large thighs sat neatly, behaving even.

and that’s when you lean down and brush past him, opening the small wooden drawer of the coffee table. you feel the heat of his body radiating against you, his breath hitching with the small contact.

when yeosang hears the unpleasant rattle of a pill bottle beside him as you pull back, his brain immediately leaps into panic mode.

no, no, no. he’s been here before.

he lurches forward, his arms finding your waist and looping around them. he isn’t sure if it’s to anchor himself or stop you, maybe both. his head is buried in your tummy immediately, nestling his face into the fabric of your sweater.

“no—! no love please please please—“ he babbles incoherently into your sweater. you feel his head shaking no back and forth.

“no?” you ask, all syrupy sweet. “i think this deserves it, hm?”

yeosang knows that despite you asking, you’ll do whatever you want. this is your way of teasing him, prolonging the inevitable.

“please no—no no, please love no—“ he continues anyway, feeling hot tears brim. he finally pulls off you and his eyes are glassy. he keeps his arms around your waist but his head up, hoping that if you see the plead in his face you’ll at least find some forgiveness in you.

you allow a mocking pout at him, your hand finding the side of his face and rubbing near his eye—where his birthmark typically sits if not covered by makeup. you lace your fingers into the back of his hair, carding them through his fluffy blonde locks. yeosang accepts remorsefully, closing his eyes nuzzling into your touch as tears track down his gorgeous pale skin. he knows this is the purest form of affection he’ll be receiving tonight.

when you pull away, he chases, immediately missing the lingering warmth of your fingers in his hair.

you pop open the bottle with a couple small motions, pouring two pills into your hand.

yeosang notices. “t—two? y—you can’t love—“ he pleads, a hand coming up to grab at the pills.

you swipe your hand away before he can, cocking an eyebrow at him that immediately makes him retreat. “don’t you remember last time? you could still feel…” you trail off, watching the tears that continue to spill down his face. “we don’t want that pup, do we?”

“p—please…” yeosang attempts, his hand squeezing gently at your calf. he drops his head into your lap, sniffling.

you singsong sadly, your fingers finding his chin and tilting his head up. “say aah puppy”

his tongue slips out, and when you place the two small pills on his tongue, you feel him quiver. his tongue trembles as he puts it back in his mouth, like he forgot how to.

your fingers on his chin tighten, quickly tilting his head even further back.

yeosang chokes for a moment, but he feels the pills slip down his throat smoothly, soon disappearing into his chest and stomach.

fuck. this was not how he wanted to spend the night before an important award show.

you smile down at him. “good puppy.”

yeosang can barely take the words of praise into acknowledgment right now. he’s focused on feeling, and not going numb despite the inevitable.

“what d’ya say, did it work sangie?”

yeosang just shakes his head, his figure small beneath you.

“up on the couch.” you stand in time with him, yeosang taking a seat first. you straddle his lap, his hands instinctively finding your waist. he feels his cock twitch at the new position.

“let’s see here,” you mumble, more to yourself than the man with his head hung low, his famous pout evident on his baby pink lips. you undo his tie after a couple of moments, snaking it out from under his collar. “hands?”

yeosang hesitantly brings his hands together, already knowing what your plans with him are. he doesn’t even look as you start to knot them together, ensuring he won’t be able to wriggle out of his makeshift restraints.

“sad puppy?” you muse, moving strands of hair from his forehead to kiss him. “you’ll be able to cum…” you look at the clock on the kitchen. “maybe tomorrow?”

he only sniffles back, keeping his eyes low. he can already feel or should we say couldn’t feel that familiar tingle creeping into his gut, his cock ever so slowly going numb.

you resume his previous position on the floor beneath him, spreading his thighs till you’re in between them. you run your hands up and down the inside of his thighs slowly, exactly where you know he likes it.

yeosang twitches. he keeps his legs spread despite the sparks shooting straight to his core, and there’s already an obvious tent in his pants. his hips squirm uncomfortably underneath your finger tips, and you move your hands to palm at him through his trousers.

your gaze flits up to him. “feel that?”

yeosang shakes his head, the motion small and hopeless. he can slightly feel it, but he knows he won’t be able to all too soon.

“good.” you nuzzle at the growing bulge in his pants with your cheek, looking up to gauge the man’s reaction.

“c—can’t…feel…” yeosang manages out, his words breathless as they leave his lips. “can’t…”

you do the honour of finally unzipping his pants, instructing him to lift his hips off the couch so you can pull it, along with his boxers down. you leave them pooled messily around his ankles—he didn’t need to be in a position to kick and thrash around anyway.

yeosang is breathless. his chest tightens once he’s finally exposed to you, tip an angry, leaking red.

his mind is far away. he knows he won’t get anything out of this except letting you have your way with him, falling deep into that subspace he only managed to save for special occasions. such as this.

“mommy…” yeosang whimpers, his hips shifting closer to your lips.

“i know pup, i know.” you coo at him, gathering spit on your tongue and dropping it politely on the head of his cock. it rolls down his length before you catch it with your hand, finally wrapping it around him and giving him a couple lazy strokes.

“mmh…” yeosang whines, not fully able to process your hand around his length. he can feel the wetness and the pressure, but he’s completely void of any pleasure that should be fuelling his orgasm.

“pretty pretty boy…” you say, eyeing his cock. you tilt your head up at him teasingly. “like it when i stroke you like this?”

yeosang shakes his head profusely, his hips shifting into your hand. “can’t feel” he pouts, but he knows you know that.

“no? should i take you into my mouth puppy?”

he nods, albeit he knows it won’t make much of a difference. of course deep down he wants something, anything that’ll make him cum.

he wrings his bound hands together nervously, watching you give him a couple kitten licks before taking him fully in.

yeosangs supposed to be moaning right now. he should be. he should be throwing his head back in ecstasy, he should be fisting a hand in your hair at how good your mouth makes him feel. instead, he can only let out a low whine, one that protests.

you move up and down slowly on his shaft, taking your time tasting the flesh of his skin on your tongue. you don’t spend much time pressing your tongue against him and hollowing your cheeks out, after all he can’t feel much.

slick sounds fill the room. yeosang, clearly not satisfied, and you, going down on him as if it even mattered.

yeosangs breaths come shallow, his gaze piercing into the way your hair pools around your shoulders, your hands gripping at his thighs sending electric shocks that make him jolt into your mouth. after a couple moments, you come off him with a wet pop.

“what’s wrong?”

yeosang blooms a brilliant shade of red, drawing his arms closer to himself. he feels shame creep in when he says the words you want to hear. “i—i can’t feel anything mommy...” he sniffles.

“that’s what bad puppy’s get.” you pout at him. “it’s mommy’s turn, don’t you think?”

he nods sadly.

you stand up and shed your clothes, the sight no doubt pooling arousal deep in yeosangs tummy. you watch the blush from his cheeks spread to his chest, the open buttons on his shirt hanging lazily to each side. he watches you like a man possessed, his eyes not missing each swift movement of your body.

you take a seat on his lap again, this time bare against him. he squirms, moving his slick cock against you despite not being able to feel. you ignore him for now, sucking on your fingers while staring at him, and yeosang swears his brain goes fuzzy.

“need to prep myself since my puppy can’t, hm?”

yeosang nods profusely, his cock twitching in anticipation that he can’t feel. he watches you slide a finger, then two in, bouncing on his lap while he has no choice but to watch.

he fucking throbs. every so often, his cock slides against your puffy pussy lips, and each time he tries to chase the friction, he’s hit with the sick reminder that he can’t feel. eventually, your other hand finds his length, torturously stroking up and down, up and down, just in time with your hips.

yeosang whines, watching you fuck yourself on your own fingers, the tiniest stimulation you provide him with, his bound wrists—it’s all too much for him. he bites his lip to keep himself quiet, letting out low whines, panting despite his inability to feel you against him.

“m—more…” he moans out dumbly.

“hm?” you pant, letting out shallow breaths yourself.

“hmmh—“ yeosang whines out, his hips bucking up into your hand. you feel the flex of his meaty thighs beneath you, the older trying to find a more pleasurable angle.

you breathe out. “use your words pup” and his face heats up all over again. you watch tears slowly form in the corner of his eyes, his fingers wringing together uncomfortably where they’re bound.

“please mommy,” he says, and you feel his length pulse in your hand. “need more—need it, need you” he babbles, completely out of it. he pokes his tongue out to wet his lips, you still continuing to bounce on his lap.

you pull your fingers out, slick arousal coated and evident on them. yeosang almost drools, watching the thin line lewdly stretch between your fingers.

“you need,” you start, wrapping that same hand around his throbbing length. “to start listening to me” you pause with your dainty fingers on his cock, thumb applying pressure on the slit. you tilt your head at him. “hm?”

yeosang nods frantically, desperate for any form of release. his eyes don’t meet yours, albeit tears continue to roll down the side of his face. “yes mommy—yes mommy i’ll listen—i’ll be good please mommy, please please—“

you don’t acknowledge his pleading, only moving to position him at your entrance. you place your hands on his shoulders, one hand twisting into his hair, and yeosang stills when he sees your hips shift, his mushroom tip resting just inside your puffy lips.

slowly, inch by inch, you take him inside. you have to admit, the stretch is brutal. each inch you take you feel the stinging stretch of your walls. your boyfriend, fully hard and aroused—his length is almost impossible to take. you let out small gasps as you lower yourself onto him, the older watching himself disappear completely inside of you.

his mouth is open in a “o” once you’re fully sat on him, and you’re not sure if it’s because he can feel something, or if he’s amazed by the fact you took him all in one motion.

“so big puppy” you praise, but even yeosang can see the red spread across your cheeks. all the air in your lungs feels like it’s been punched out and replaced him. “m’so full sangie…” you breathe out, nibbling on your lip, eyes going sultry.

yeosang nods, hesitantly rolling his hips into you. his face is a mess of tears and pouting, but that doesn’t stop his body from shaking when he sees the reaction he pulls out of you.

after a couple of shallow thrusts and heavy breathing, yeosang finally speaks. “c—can feel mommy”

“hm?”

“can feel if—if you put it all the way in”

“yeah?” you tease, grinding your hips once.

“mhm—mhm i can feel a little mommy—please keep going”

you giggle, leaning in to plant a kiss on the center of his tear stained cheek. you start rolling your hips into his, not exactly moving up and down, just stimulating yourself on his cock.

yeosang whimpers, the depth of his voice almost eliciting a growl. you watch him twist his fingers together, his arms still bound together tightly in front of his chest. beads of sweat pool at his hairline, his hips obviously trying to fuck up into you.

"like that?" you ask, planting one hand on his thigh and leaning back.

"like that—like that—" he breathes out, shaky and unstable.

you give him a rough squeeze on his thigh, and he fully jolts, his length sheathing deeper into you and drawing a syrupy sweet moan from your lips.

whines tumble from his lips before he can stop them, little noises and sharp breaths as you continue to grind onto him, taking him in fully.

"feel so full sangie," you mumble out, arousal gushing from the space you two meet. "should i untie you now?"

he nods, pulling his swollen, bitten lips between his teeth. his eyelashes flutter as he looks up at you between the curvature of your breasts. "yes mommy—m'being good, been good for you mommy"

you unfasten the tie around his wrists with subtle haste, wanting to feel his hands roam your body.

he keeps his hips moving shallowly into you, drawing small gasps from your lips and making your fingers shake.

"better puppy?" you say, pulling away with a sharp inhale. trying to keep a front despite the fullness in your core has been difficult—but you need to prove your point to the man.

your words seep like poison into yeosangs far away mind, his arms instantly finding your waist and wrapping around you—not aggressive, just grounding.

"mmh—yeo" you breathe out, feeling his length shift angles, hitting that spongey spot inside you.

"want more," yeosang mumbles into your chest, his lips brushing your skin and sending sparks shooting to your core. "need more." he looks up at you with his big brown eyes, still tear stained and red.

he uses this new angle to his advantage, pulling you against him and rutting up like a bitch in heat. each thrust is punctuated with a strained breath from him, the heat of his mouth sending white hot arousal to your tummy.

he speeds up, getting more and more desperate by the second. his fingers flex around your waist, squeezing at the soft skin and kissing softly on your chest.

you arch into his hold, his arms tightening and bring you impossibly closer to his skin, wanting to feel every inch of you against him. "wait—deep sangie, you're deep"

he moves one hand to your breast, squeezing softly as he continues to plant hot kisses everywhere else. he takes your other breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud.

“f—fuck yeo…” you breathe out, your warm breath on his scalp sending sparks shooting to his tummy.

he seals it with a kiss, his thrusts getting more and more frantic, slowly pushing you closer to the edge.

"wan—wanna cum too mommy" he whispers into your skin, now using his both arms to pull you and up down on his cock. "wanna feel good too..."

he looks up at you, his bottom lip still pressed into the swell of your breasts. he looks devastatingly wrecked, hair sweaty from exertion, chest heaving.

you wrap your arms around his neck, meeting him in a searing kiss of melding tongues and heat. his hands drop to your hips, guiding you to an orgasm that's long overdue. you feel heat pool in your belly and that sickly sweet feeling in your gut, clenching around the older.

"close puppy, m'close—" you breathe into the kiss, cut off by a particularly deep thrust that steals the air from your lungs.

yeosang whimpers, looking down where the two of you meet. his fingers tighten around your hips, pushing you down harder, hips snapping up in time.

"look at me pup," you say, somewhere between a moan and a plead, a hand on his jaw to bring his attention to your eyes. "look at me”

you watch the in his features emotion falter in the way his eyebrows furrow, eyes hung low and lust filled, and he lets out a deep whine that echoes around your mind.

the knot in your stomach unravels with a few more thrusts and strained breaths from the two of you. you shake violently in yeosangs hold, one of his hands coming up to the small of your back. obscene moans tumble from your lips as you fall apart on him, your legs quivering as he continues to fuck up into you, despite cum gushing from your entrance and now leaving thin strings of arousal between you and yeosang.

"s—slow down sangie" you whimper out, squeezing once at his bicep to signal for him to. his thrusts shallow out before eventually finding a slower rhythm, still bucking into your ruined entrance.

before you can take a moment to gather yourself, you hear a sob and sniffle come from below you.

"yeosang?" you ask questioningly, tilting his chin up to meet your gaze. hot tears trickle down his cheeks, eyes puffy and exerted.

"wanna—*sniffle*—finish too" he cries, his face a mess of emotion. "wanna feel good too"

you feel the slightest shift of his length inside you, no doubt still fully hard and throbbing.

"oh puppy," you press a kiss to his forehead and lace your hands into his messy hair. "that's what happens when you misbehave in front of mommy, hm?"