silk
kang dae-ho x cho hyun ju x afab!reader
silk covered sheets, silk covered skin
warnings: smut! 18+ so minors DNI. cuck!daeho. reader and daeho are the two in an established relationship. eventual threesome. oral (reader receiving). pre-bottom surgery hyunju. degradation(towards daeho). praise. overstimulation. p in v unprotected. eiffel tower (iykyk). reader is implied to be queer.
ivory silk of your pajamas clings to your skin, cool and smooth. you lounge on the bed you share with daeho, the sheets beneath you being silk too.
the bedsheets are a silky sky blue that catches the low glow of the bedside lamp. everything in this room feels like a caress, from the soft fabric to the way the room is full of anticipation.
daeho sits at the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders hunched slightly, with his eyes flickering between you and the door.
he’s waiting for her...hyunju, your best friend. she is someone who makes his pulse quicken with something he can’t quite name.
admiration.
envy.
desire.
you stretch languidly, the silk of your top sliding up to reveal a sliver of your stomach. daeho’s gaze darts to you, and you catch the way his throat bobs.
he’s always been soft for you, his girlfriend, but there’s something else in his eyes tonight.
there has been a growing kink that’s been brewing for weeks, maybe months, ever since he admitted his fantasy to you in a hushed, late-night confession.
he wants to see you unravel, to watch you fall apart under someone physically stronger than him.
not just any random person though.
he means someone like hyunju.
“you’re sure about this?” you murmur, voice low, teasing.
your fingers trace the hem of your shorts, the silk catching on your skin.
daeho nods, his voice rough when he answers.
“yeah. i want this for us.”
the door creaks open before you can respond, and there she is... hyunju, all sharp edges and effortless confidence. the woman's dark hair spills over her shoulders, silky and gleaming, catching the light like liquid obsidian.
she’s wearing a loose black shirt and jeans, her presence commanding the room without effort.
hyunju's eyes meet yours first, a spark of mischief in them, before flicking to daeho.
she smirks, and you feel the air shift.
“well, look at you two,” hyunju says, her voice smooth as the silk beneath you, “all cozy and waiting for me.”
you sit up, the silk of your pajamas whispering against the sheets.
“you’re late,” you tease, but your voice betrays the heat curling in your chest.
hyunju steps closer, her boots soft against the hardwood floor.
“had to make an entrance, didn’t i?” her gaze lingers on you, slow and deliberate, before she glances at daeho.
“you good with this, big tiger?”
daeho’s jaw tightens, but he nods. your man's eyes darken with something silent, “yeah. i’m good.”
hyunju’s smirk widens, and she moves toward the bed, her movements fluid, predatory.
she stops just in front of you, close enough that you can smell the faint cedar of her jasmine perfume.
“you look good in silk,” she murmurs, her fingers brushing the strap of your top down on your shoulder, “too good.”
your breath catches, and you feel daeho’s eyes on you, heavy and intent. hyunju’s touch is teasing, and it sends a jolt through you.
you’ve always been close, you and hyunju...best friends who have always flirted with the line between platonic and something more.
some would call it a homoerotic friendship.
“lie back,” hyunju says, her voice dropping an octave, and you obey without thinking.
the silk sheets cool against your back, you sink into them with your heart racing. hyunju kneels on the bed, her hair falling forward as she leans over you, one hand braced beside your head.
“you’re so pretty like this,” she says, her voice soft but edged with something sharper, “all soft and needy."
daeho makes a low sound from his spot at the edge of the bed, and you glance at him. the man's hands are clenched, knuckles pale, but his eyes are fixed on you, pupils blown wide.
he’s watching, just like he said he wanted, and the weight of his gaze makes your skin prickle with goosebumps.
hyunju’s fingers trail down your arm, leaving more goosebumps in their wake.
“he’s loving this,” she says, her voice a conspiratorial whisper, “look at him. he can’t take his eyes off you.”
you turn your head slightly, meeting daeho’s gaze.
“you okay?” you ask, your voice soft, checking in.
“fuck... yeah,” he breathes, his voice rough with want, “you’re so beautiful, baby. keep going.”
hyunju chuckles, low and throaty, and her hand slides to your waist, fingers slipping beneath the silk of your top.
“he’s sweet, isn’t he?” she says, her lips curling into a wicked smile, “but you don’t need sweet right now, do you?”
you shake your head, a small whimper escaping your lips as her fingers brush higher. she is teasing but not quite touching where you want.
hyunju’s always been so commanding, knowing exactly how to make you melt. she leans down, her lips brushing your ear, her silky hair tickling your cheek.
“i’m gonna make you feel so good,” she whispers, “better than he ever could.”
daeho groans softly, and you know he heard her. the degradation stings him, you can tell, but it’s part of what he craves...knowing hyunju is stronger, bolder, more in control.
you feel the truth of it too, the way her presence fills the room, the way her touch makes your body hum with want.
hyunju’s lips find your neck, soft at first, then firmer, a graze of teeth that makes you gasp. the ex-marine's hands roam, pushing the silk of your top up and over your head, leaving you bare beneath her gaze.
the cool air hits your skin and hardens your nipples, but her warmth follows. hyunju's mouth starts kissing a path down your collarbone, your chest. she fondles your nipples with both of her hands which causes a light moan coming out of your moan.
she doesn't stop with her lips until she’s hovering just above your waistband.
“look at you,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with praise as she moves your silky shorts to the side, seeing a waterfall in-between your folds, “so perfect, so ready for me.”
you arch into her touch, your body responding before your mind can catch up. daeho’s breathing is audible now, heavy and uneven, and you glance at him again.
he’s leaning forward, elbows on his knees, his head turned towards you and his eyes are locked on the way hyunju’s hands move over you.
there’s a hunger in his expression, but also something softer...adoration, maybe, or pride in how you’re responding.
“she’s so good to you, isn’t she?” he says, his voice low, almost reverent as you look into his eyes, “fuck, y/n, you’re gorgeous like this.”
hyunju hums in agreement, her lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your navel.
“he’s not wrong,” she says, her voice muffled against your skin, “you’re fucking stunning.”
hyunju's fingers hook into the waistband of your silk shorts, tugging them down slowly, deliberately.
you lift your hips to help her, and soon you’re bare, the silk sheets cool against your heated skin. hyunju’s hands are everywhere, mapping your body like she’s memorizing every curve, every dip.
the woman's mouth follows, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs. your legs are fully spread apart and hyunju is teasingly close to where you’re aching for her.
“hyunju,” you breathe, your voice trembling with need.
“shh,” she murmurs, her lips curling into a smile against your soft skin, “i’ve got you.”
finally, her mouth is on your pussy, so sure, and you’re gone. your head falls back against the silk sheets, a moan spilling from your lips as she works her tongue on your swollen clit with a skill that makes your vision blur.
she’s relentless, her tongue moving and tracing you in ways that make your toes curl. hyunju's large hands hold your thighs as apart as possible while you cry beneath her.
“fuck, you taste so good,” she groans, her voice rough with want, and the praise sends a fresh wave of heat through you, “so sweet for us.”
as hyunju’s mouth works its magic between your thighs, her silky hair brushing against your skin, you turn your head, eyes locking onto daeho’s.
your man's gaze is intense, a storm of desire and reverence swirling in his dark irises, and you feel his hand slip into yours, fingers intertwining tightly.
the warmth of his grip anchors you, a silent promise that he’s here, with you, even as hyunju drives you higher with every tongue movement.
the connection in his touch makes your heart stutter, amplifying the heat coursing through your body.
daeho’s voice cuts through low and strained, “god, y/n, you’re falling apart for her. just like i knew you would.”
you can’t respond, not with hyunju’s mouth driving you higher, pushing you toward the edge with every flick of her tongue.
your hands fist the silk sheets, your body trembling as the pleasure builds, sharp and overwhelming. hyunju doesn’t let up, her pace steady but intense, and you feel the first wave crash over you, a cry tearing from your throat as your body arches off the bed.
she doesn’t stop.
if anything, she doubles down, her lips and tongue working you through the aftershocks, pushing you into overstimulation.
you’re gasping, your hands reaching for her, tangling in her silky hair as you try to ground yourself.
“hyunju, please,” you whimper, not even sure what you’re begging for more, or less, or everything more.
“you can take it,” she murmurs against you, her voice a mix of praise and command, “you’re doing so well for me, baby.”
daeho moves then, unable to stay still any longer.
you feel the bed shift as he slides closer, his hands reaching for you, brushing over your arm, your shoulder.
“you’re so fucking perfect,” he says, his voice thick with emotion as your tip of the nose touches his, “i love seeing you like this.”
hyunju lifts her head, her lips glistening as she looks at daeho.
“you wanna join in, don’t you?” she says, her tone teasing but not unkind.
“come on, then. let’s make her feel even better.”
daeho doesn’t need to be told twice. he moves behind you, his hands gentle but firm as he pulls you up, positioning you on your hands and knees.
the silk sheets slide beneath you, cool and slick, and you feel hyunju shift in front of you, her hands guiding your face back to her.
it’s natural, the way it happens, the way you fit together.
you hear daeho's pants fall down to his knees, while hyunju unzips her jeans and pulls out her thick length.
daeho behind you, hyunju in front.
hyunju's cock feels so heavy on your face as you give her tip open mouth kisses. at the same time, you feel daeho's large mushroom tip kiss your clit before stretching open your entrance.
you moan, which gives hyunju the opportunity to enter her cock into your mouth.
you feel so good while the three of you moving in sync.
“awe look at you,” hyunju says, her voice dripping with praise as she cups your face, her thumbs brushing over your cheeks, “taking us both so well.”
daeho’s hands grip your hips, his touch grounding you as he presses himself closer, his tip kissing your sweet spots.
“you’re doing so good, baby,” he murmurs, his voice a soft contrast to hyunju’s sharper tone, “so fucking wet and good.”
the rhythm builds, slow at first, then faster, more urgent. you’re caught between them, hyunju’s hands in your hair, daeho’s at your hips, their voices blending into a symphony of praise and degradation.
“such a pretty little thing,” hyunju purrs, her eyes locked on yours, “falling apart for us like you were made for it.”
“she was,” daeho groans with his voice rough and needy, “fuck, y/n, you’re everything.”
the pleasure builds again, sharper this time, and you feel yourself tipping over the edge once more, your body trembling as hyunju and daeho guide you through it.
it’s overwhelming, the way they work together so perfectly to push you to a height of pleasure. they know exactly what you need.
you’re lost in the silk of it all...the sheets, hyunju’s hair, the smooth glide of their hands, the smooth glide of daeho's dick humping inside of you, and the heat of their voices.
when it’s over, you collapse against the bed, the silk sheets catching your sweat-slicked skin.
hyunju lies beside you, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm, while daeho presses a kiss to your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin.
“you are perfect,” he murmurs, his voice soft and sincere.
hyunju chuckles, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face.
“told you i’d make you feel good,” she says, her smirk softening into something almost tender.
you smile, your body still humming, the silk beneath you a reminder of the night’s intensity.
“you both did,” you whisper, and the three of you lie there, tangled in silk and each other, the air thick with the afterglow of the threesome.
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author's note: I hope this was good for everyone <3
