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honeyhotteoks · 2 years

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his for the night (p.sh)

summary: you wear something special for seonghwa and he notices. it turns out getting ready for a night out together isn't going to speed things up at all.

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. this is a one-shot, but is actually a deleted scene from my longer fic into the aurora. an established ot8 x reader relationship is alluded to here. this would have been a far future chapter, but no longer really fit in my outline, i just don't believe in gatekeeping smut ♡

warnings: dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, fem!reader, established ot8 x reader, mirror sex, rough sex, mention of the color system, fingering, unprotected sex, verbal instruction, light degredation, use of sir, mocking the reader, high heels, bathrooms, cream pie and implied breeding kink, hot af seonghwa can't take his hands off reader in her new dress smut-a-thon

pairings: seonghwa x reader

genre: straight up smut, barely any plot this time

word count: 4.5K

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Seonghwa leans against his side of the upstairs bathroom sink to get a little closer to the mirror and sprays some hairspray on his coiffed black hair, securing it in place for the night out. You watch him, leaning on the wall of the bathroom and smiling at the way he studies his reflection and finalizes his appearance with sure, delicate touches.

He throws a glance at you in the mirror, “What?”

“Mm,” you shake your head, “nothing, you just look handsome.”

His mouth quirks up into a smile, “Yeah?”

You narrow your eyes playfully, “You know you do.”

He turns back to regard himself again, straightening and smoothing his shirt, “you should hurry, we’re leaving soon.”

You had just finished your makeup and hair, but you are still wearing a robe wrapped around you. “I’ll be quick,” you tell him and step back out into the hall to hurry down the steps to your bedroom. The dress you are going to wear tonight is already laid out on the bed, the small handbag you’re taking already packed and ready to go next to it. The new heels you purchased sit neatly in their open box, ready to be worn.

It won’t take you long to get ready since you had already done most of it, so in a few minutes you have the dress wrapped around you, jewelry added, and the heels in hand to head back upstairs and meet Seonghwa. It’s the first time you and some of the boys are heading out together in public, the opening of a new club in Gangnam a perfect excuse to be in public with them since several people from KQ are going too, including some of the artists and stylists you had become friends with over the past few months. While Hongjoong and Jongho can’t come, and Yeosang is busy with a schedule, the rest of the boys are getting ready to spend a night in the VIP section.

You check your appearance in the mirror downstairs, and the dress is definitely out of your normal comfort zone, not to mention your normal price range. It’s a fitted wrap dress in midnight blue with thin straps and a deep dip in both the front and back revealing more skin that you’re used to. The length is more generous, a midi cut that falls below your knee, but the wrap cut allows for a slit that parts over your right leg when you walk, something you are sure will get their attention. Particularly Seonghwa.

As you head back towards the staircase you bump into Mingi who’s half dressed, his hair still slightly damp from the shower. He lets out a low, surprised noise, “y/n,” he clears his throat, “you look…”

“Is it too much?” you check, turning back towards him and letting him get a full look.

“Definitely not,” he smirks, his eyes raking over you slowly, the desired effect you wanted when buying something like this, “but you’ll make it hard to keep our hands off you.”

A warm thrill runs through you, “Good,”

He laughs, full throated, and shakes his head, “You’re no fair.”

You toss him a grin and wave him off, heading back up the steps towards the bathroom and you hear Mingi walk back towards his room, his laugh echoing in the hall. If that was Mingi’s reaction, you are desperate for Seonghwa’s. You know he favors this color on you, and a deep-seated part of you wants to torture him for the night.

At the top of the landing, you hear Seonghwa’s voice through the wall, “y/n, if that’s you, can you grab my jacket?”

A black jacket is carefully laid across his made bed, and you pick it up with your free hand before heading back to the bathroom to hand it off. “This one?” You ask, rounding the corner.

You walk forwards, hand outstretched with the jacket and pause in front of the other sink. He turns towards you, his lips parting and you watch as he looks you over, carefully, and slowly from head to toe. You can’t help the self-satisfied smirk that must cross your lips, “Seonghwa, this one?” you ask again.

“Uh, yeah, yes.” He takes it and shrugs it on, smoothing down the sleeves and adjusting his cuffs.

You rest the new heels on the counter, still perfectly clean from never having been worn, and reach for your tube of lipstick. Leaning forwards, you uncap the tube and move to apply a thin coat of the warm color, glancing to Seonghwa in the mirror, looking to see if you’re getting any real reaction out of him.

You never used to be so confident with your body, but after months of living with them and sharing yourself completely, there’s no reason to be shy anymore or to pretend you don’t see the effect that you have on them. The dress hugs your soft curves perfectly without being lewdly tight, something you know should get his attention, but every glance you throw at him in the mirror says he hasn’t noticed. Aside from the first moment he regarded you, it seems that he’s recovered, his focus completely back on finishing his own look and getting ready to leave.

A feeling of disappointment creeps into you, and you finish applying your lipstick and watch as he moves to leave the room without so much as another glance at you. Your eyes flick downwards at yourself, you had been so sure he would like it, and now you’re feeling a little unsure about the night out. With a sigh, you smooth your hands along the front of you dress and close your eyes, giving yourself a little internal pep talk.

The sound of the bathroom door closing snaps you out of it, and you open your eyes. For a split second you think he’s left you alone in the bathroom, but when you feel the press of his warm body behind you, crowding you into the countertop, you realize you were completely wrong about his reaction.

“Hwa?” you look up and catch his eyes, blown wide with desire, though the rest of his face is a cool mask of control.

“Shh,” he shakes his head, and he hasn’t even really touched you yet, but you can feel a rush of desire course through you. You stay quiet, patiently waiting for him to continue. “Did you really think you could just come up here like that?”

“Like what?” you ask, playfully innocent.

“Look at yourself,” he says, but when your eyes stay locked on his in the mirror you watch his jaw set, a familiar expression of dominance that you’ve come to seek out passing over his features. He reaches around you, fingers deftly catching either side of your jaw and moving your head to force your gaze forwards, “I said, look at yourself.”

“Seonghwa,” you murmur, your palms pressing flat against the cold countertop as you comply.

You watch in the mirror as he reaches around with his other hand to dip into the slit of your skirt, hiking some of the fabric up around your hips so that his hand has unfettered access to you through the part in the skirt. He pulls you back firmly, flush against chest so that your hands can no longer reach the countertop and you find yourself craning on tip toe.

“We don’t,” you stutter as he wastes no time, his fingers dipping under the waistband of your panties and slipping between your folds, “we don’t have time now, we’ll be late,”

He works you anyways, rolling his middle finger over your clit without preamble, the fingers on your jaw tightening at your words. “So, we’ll be late,” he says, leaning his face in closer to murmur in the hollow of your ear, his breath warm against your buzzing skin, “if you thought I wasn’t going to immediately fuck you in this dress, you were sorely mistaken.”

He continues to work your clit, circling his fingers in just the way you like, and you pant out a moan, your eyes fluttering closed and your head dipping back against his shoulder.

He bumps you forwards immediately with a small shift of his arm and the fingers on your jaw pull you back up, this time angling your gaze lower in the mirror. “No,” he says, “I want you to watch.”

A breathy whine leaves you at his words and you watch the rhythm of his hand that has your skirt held to either side, fingers steadily bobbing back and forth under the thin fabric of your panties. You reach behind you for something to hang onto as heat starts to bubble in your core, one hand finding purchase on his hip and the other clutching his forearm. Seonghwa presses forwards with his hips, and you feel his hardened length against your backside, clearly straining against his trousers.

His left foot shifts between yours, and he eases your legs apart wider before changing the angle of his hand and driving two fingers up inside you. The feeling catches you breathless and you groan against him, your nails digging into his arm as you try to hold your balance.

“Fuck,” he mutters, leaning his head against yours and you realize he’s watching his own movements in the mirror, his eyes locked on his hand between your thighs.

“Hwa,” you moan as his fingers press up particularly deep, curling inside you with the heel of his hand connecting with your clit on each thrust.

“Look at the mess you’re making,” Seonghwa groans, his hips rutting against you softly to get some friction and much needed relief.

“Seonghwa,” you manage, “I need you, please,”

“Hush,” he shakes his head, and the hand that braces your jaw slips down your chest, roughly pulling down one of the straps of your dress to expose your breast. You don’t need a bra with this dress, and he groans when he realizes it, moving to pull down your other strap and expose both of your breasts, your nipples painfully hardened into peaks already.

You can’t help the sounds that stutter out of you as he firmly palms your breast, his hand picking up the pace and pushing a third finger inside of you. Your hand slips to fist at the side of his jacket, your legs visibly shaking as the knot of pleasure tightens in your core. You spare one glance up and see that he’s completely focused on watching you, his mouth hanging open as he frantically works you to your release, and the sight of it brings you higher, closer.

You scramble against him, your legs caving, and he keeps you pulled tight against himself, curling over you to maintain the pace and intensity. He groans low in your ear, “Poor baby,” his hand thrusts up to punctuate his words, his teeth catching your earlobe softly, “can’t you take it?”

“I’m so,” you babble, a breath away, “I’m close, I can’t,”

His lips leave your ear, and he roughly pulls you up against his chest again. He pistons his fingers with precision, the pad of his middle finger consistently stoking down against the right spot inside you. “Look at me,” he commands.

Your body melts at the words, and when your eyes meet his, his gaze hungry and determined, the tight coiling knot inside you snaps apart. You cry out against him, your legs trembling and unable to support your own weight through the sudden crashing of your orgasm. He tips you backwards against his chest to support you, his hand still working hard and fast inside you as you come, the sound wet and hurried as you pant against him.

His fingers finally slow, easing slowly now to relax you against him through the final shudders of your release. Seonghwa’s fingers slip out of you slowly, and he rests his warm hand over you completely to cup your sex as you recover your breath, your feet finding purchase again on the floor and your fingers relaxing against him.

His arms loosen then, and he eases you forwards until you can hold yourself against the sink before he backs away completely, moving to his own and flicking on the faucet to wash his hands.

You’re catching your breath, collapsed against the countertop, the cold granite against your still exposed breasts. You haven’t even moved to try and fix your dress and assess your hair when he crosses behind you and picks up your new heels from their place next to you on the counter.

“Put these on,” he says, crouching and placing the heels between your feet.

“What?” you blink hard, looking up at him in the mirror.

“Come on,” he taps your hip firmly, “put them on.”

“What are you,” you start to say but his hard gaze in the mirror stops the words in your throat.

“I said put them on, I won’t ask again.” His voice is firm, and he holds your hips steady as you comply and slip your feet into the heels, your legs still shaking.

You keep your mouth shut but focus on holding yourself up hands planted flat on the counter, watching in the mirror as he unbuttons his suit trousers and slips the zipper down. He pauses for just a moment and meets your eyes, “Color?”

“Green,” you assure him, “very green.”

His expression hardens again, and a shiver of anticipation runs up your spine, the cool air against your exposed skin making your fingers tense against the granite. The minute he’s sure you’re ready for more, he slips back inside his firm persona and his hands are back on you.

Seonghwa flips your dress up over your hips, a warm hand in the center of your back between your shoulder blades pushing you quickly downwards and you crash forwards to brace against the hard counter with your forearms. You can’t see him as easily now, but you feel it when his fingers hook under either side of your underwear and pull them down harshly. His hand dips between your thighs and separates your legs further, leaving your underwear stretched and straining around your calves.

He angles your hips up with his palms against your sides, one sliding across you to press on your lower back and you eagerly comply, arching deeply and presenting yourself to him. You hear his buckle and the shifting of fabric, and he sinks the length of his cock into you without pause, his hips fully flush with yours and his hands gripping your hips in a bruising grip. The sudden intrusion has you thrust forwards further, the stretch immediate and you whine against your arms, your legs locking up and hips kicking back into his.

Seonghwa lets out a groan and you collapse further on the counter, your breasts pressed down hard now onto the cool granite and your forehead dropping to rest against the back of your hands. He thrusts once, hard, and you choke out a moan, the feeling of him at this angle stretching you completely and seating his cock deeply inside you. Your hips are pressed tightly against the hard lip of the counter and you know that when this is all said and done you’ll have bruises.

“Fuck,” he chokes, thrusting again, “you look so good like this, like you were made for me,”

His words make you keen, arching your back further and pressing back against his thrusts. Your eyes are pressed shut as he drives into you, holding as steady as you can while he stretches your legs as wide as they can go.

“I’m going to fuck you so full,” he groans, and you feel him lean over you to change the angle of his cock, his hips frantic.

“God, Hwa,” you choke, stuttering at his words and thrusting back against him to increase the friction, your belly tight with anticipation.

“Fuck this,” he pants, and one of his hands fists into your hair, yanking you up quickly to change the position and forcing you to brace yourself with one hand against the counter and another against the mirror in front of you. “Eyes up,” he directs, “watch me.”

“Yes,” you choke, “yes, yes,”

“Yes what?” he pulls back, stopping his movements completely, now just the head of his cock resting inside of you.

Your head is swimming, the lack of friction and pressure inside you has you delirious, searching through the fog in your brain for anything to say. One hand tightens in your hair, the other gripping the soft flesh of your hip tightly.

“Yes, what?” he repeats again, shaking you.

The desperation you feel brings the words he’s looking for up to the surface in a moment of perfect clarity – “Yes, sir,” you whine.

“Good girl.” He smiles, his tongue pressed up against his teeth, and he pushes back into you with force.

The fill is immediate and leaves you panting, you’ve never seen an expression like this on your own face, and you barely recognize yourself as he drives into you, making you a moaning mess of yourself.

“On me,” he says angling your head almost painfully and your eyes flick up from yourself to watch him.

“Yes, sir,” you repeat, knowing what he needs to hear.

A groan passes through his lips, sweat across his brow as he pumps his hips. His hair is mussed now, his jacket open and his shirt pushed up for better access. His eyes are fixed on you, his mouth hanging open wide as he works, his gaze coasting from your face to your exposed breasts that bounce in time with every thrust. The sight of his cock disappearing inside you, your shaking legs, your sweat slick palms struggling for solid purchase against the glass of the mirror.

You’re close to coming apart again, you can feel it in the rush of heat that runs from your chest to your core, and you watch him smile at the hot blush that erupts across your chest and up your cheeks. He smiles, “Are you close, sweet girl?”

You stutter out a response, trying to nod despite the way his hand in your hair holds you in place.

He thrusts up hard, “Ask nicely,”

“Oh, fuck, fuck,” you scramble against him, straining and trying to steady, one of your heels dropping off your foot and clattering onto the tile floor.

“Come on,” he presses a hard kiss against your temple, his breath hot on your cheek, “I know you can do it, I know you want it,”

“Please,” your hand slides on the counter.

He nods, but you know it’s not enough. You’re seconds away from coming, the steady drag of his cock against your walls just what you need and you’re clenching hard to keep from coming without permission, tears gathering in your eyes as you try to form the words.

“Please,” you finally pant, “please, may I come?”

“Please, who?” he prompts you and you whine out the corrected response – “Please, sir let me come?”

He grins and bites his lip, the pace in his hips stuttering and you know he’s close too. “Come,” he commands, and you break against him, a desperate cry erupting from your chest and a rush of wet warmth between your thighs as you work frantically back against his cock to prolong the feeling washing over you.

Your hand against the mirror slips and you fall forwards, but Seonghwa’s sure hands move to grip you, catching your upper arms so he can continue to work his hips steadily, chasing his finish.

You’re raw and sore, but desperate for him, and you meet his eyes in the mirror, “Seonghwa, please will you come inside me? Fill me up, I need you to fill me up,” you beg him, limp, boneless, and stumbling over your words, but knowing just what will get him there.

“Ah, God,” his pace breaks, frantic and hurried without a clear rhythm and you know he’s a breath away. He collapses down against you, pressing you into the countertop and falling against your back, catching your cheek in his palm to keep your head from connecting with the granite. You can’t make out everything he groans and pants into your back, but he picks up his head to watch you beneath him in the mirror once more, “So full, and all mine, all fucking mine,”

Your muscles clench around him in response and he stutters, releasing hot and hard inside you. He lays his head between your shoulder blades, gripping you close while he recovers. You’re still struggling to catch your breath when he presses a soothing kiss to your back and raises off you, slipping his cock out and back into his suit trousers. You can hear him zipping up and connecting his belt buckle again, and you start to ease yourself up onto your forearms.

“Come here, my love,” his soft hands take your shoulders, helping you stand and gently pulling the straps of your dress up to cover you again. Your first step is a stumbling one, and he lifts you with ease to turn you and sit you down on the counter, you dress still rucked up around your hips and the cold a light shock against your overly sensitive skin.

He moves his fingers into your hair, loosening the tangles there and swipes his thumbs under your eyes softly to smooth away the smudged mascara.

“Fuck, Hwa,” you sigh, coming back to yourself moment by moment, “I’m going to have to get ready all over again.”

“Don’t,” he says quickly, and you furrow your brow in confusion. He leans in to kiss you, his tongue dipping into your mouth and dragging against yours, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, before he leans back. His hands coast up your thighs soothingly, “You look good, besides…” he slips his hand between your thighs and two fingers catch the overflow of his release and press it back into your fluttering entrance, “I want you to keep some of me with you tonight,”

A shuddering breath leaves you as he works his fingers in again with no aim to stimulate you again. You reach down and catch his wrist to stop his ministrations and just hold him against you, two of his fingers resting still inside you. “Okay,” you murmur, leaning forward to catch his lips against yours again, “whatever you want. I’m yours tonight,”

“Mm,” he sighs against your lips, “was this dress for me too?”

You nod against him, “All for you.”

“You’re so perfect,” he breathes against you.

You smile, and you’re about to say more but a shout from downstairs announcing that you’re late breaks you both into a fit of laughter. “How wrecked do I look really?” you ask him as he slips his fingers out of you and helps you stand, pulling your underwear back up for you and smoothing your dress down.

“You look good,” he brushes it off, looking you over before heading for the sinks again to fix himself up, “but they’re still going to know anyways. You are not the quietest.”

“Seonghwa, I swear,” you groan, turning and catching a glimpse of your face in the mirror. Fucked out is the only way to describe it and you sigh into your hands.

“Be quick,” he nudges you, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he opens the bathroom door to jog downstairs and calm the rest of the guys down.

You get yourself back together as quickly as you can, fixing your dress back into place and quickly working as much magic as you can with fresh lipstick and some extra concealer. On your way down the steps, you can hear them talking.

“We’re late!” Wooyoung complains, “you made us late.”

You hear Seonghwa’s terse sigh, but it’s Mingi who jumps in, “In his defense, you haven’t seen her in this dress yet. It’ll be a miracle if any of us make it out of the house.”

You slap a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter and when you hit the landing and see Wooyoung, San, and Yunho turn to you, your slightly too expensive dress purchase suddenly feels like it paid for itself. Wooyoung whistles and claps a hand on Seonghwa’s shoulder, “Never mind, hyung. Got it.”

Seonghwa blushes and slaps his hand away, “Okay, let’s go.”

San clears his throat, “You look beautiful, y/n,”

“Thank you, Sannie,” you murmur back, “sorry we’re late,”

San shakes his head and smiles, moving to pull on his coat and walk to the car with Wooyoung. Mingi’s already heading out the door, but he tosses you a conspiratorial raised eyebrow and you roll your eyes. Yunho shifts and rubs a hand across the back of his neck, chuckling lowly, “He’s right, but you look like trouble. I like it,”

“Sounds about right for a club, I think,” you smile and Yunho grins, grabbing your coat off the rack by the door and moving to drop it over your shoulders.

He passes a hand across your back softly, dropping a kiss against your hair, before grabbing his own coat and following Mingi out of the door, “Tonight should be fun!” he calls over his shoulder to you.

You’re left with Seonghwa, and he crosses the room to cup your cheek once more and press a soft kiss to your mouth. “You look good,” he assures you, reading your mind.

He holds your arm steady when you go to slip your heels back on, and once you’re both ready you follow the others out to the garage. Seonghwa tucks you under his arm as you walk across the garage to the car, kissing your temple, his other hand smoothing across your stomach gently, just once. “I really do love this dress,”

“I’ll wear it for you more often,” you nudge him softly.

“You better,”

Yunho’s voice calls across the garage, and you see him standing on the opposite side of the car, leaning against the roof in the open doorway, “There’s not enough seats, you’re going to have to sit on someone’s lap,”

You laugh and shake your head, “Okay…”

“You’re going to have to pick one of us,” Wooyoung teases, popping his head through the open window on his side of the car.

You feel Seonghwa’s hand tighten on your shoulder, just a little, not wanting to lose you for the night just yet.

“Sorry,” you call over to them, resting a hand on Seonghwa’s chest, “but Hwa’s got dibs for the night,”

Wooyoung groans, and you hear him say something to San, though you can’t quite make out the words. Yunho grins and shakes his head, “Fine, but I want one dance later,”

“One dance,” you agree, and Yunho disappears into the car.

“Dibs, hmm?” Seonghwa nudges you with his hip.

“I said I’m yours tonight,” you twist in his arms and kiss his cheek, “I meant it.”

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hongthoven · 1 year

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Paper Planes ✈ nerdy!hongjoong x reader (smut)

The room was quiet except for the lava lamp on his bedside table and the heavy, guttural groans he had failed to cover as Hongjoong felt himself reaching climax a bit faster with each stroke. His fist tightly wrapped around himself with a fair mix of saliva and his own arousal pooling into his palm as the most natural lube, Hongjoong tried his best to solely focus on the helpless moans coming from the next room, perfectly conscious of how fucked-up he must have looked right now, jerking off to his roommate having sex with a girl he could only wish to ever touch, someday, given the opportunity of her seeing him as anything more than her boyfriend’s nerdy roommate.

⁂ warnings:

smut, handjob (m), oral (f. receiving), voyeurism, unprotected sex (don't do this, kids!), hongjoong is a soft nerd with a heavy crush on Y/N, soft sex, bit of fluff if you squint, all in all some cute nerdy sex, also hj is a gentleman, asking for permission and all.

⁂ author's notes:

Hi ♥ (insert shy wave to the crowd) I'm sort-of-kinda-maybe back with this piece that was requested by a moot (hi, moot! ♥) but bear with me I'm still going through massive struggles with my writing. Apologies if it's shit. Apologies if there's spelling mistakes, I can't seem to english lately? (still not my first language though so yeah there's that I guess) - hmm anyway, I went all soft on Joongie with that one but who can blame me really, have you SEEN him?

As usual, feedbacks are more than welcome. Pls be nice. ♥

one shot | 5.2k words

“Fuck…! Hwa! HARDER…!”

Instantly flustered at the sound of her voice begging for more, it took him all the strength he had left not to growl louder as his fist increased the pace, matching the filth of his thoughts as Hongjoong pictured himself pounding deeper into the girl of his dreams, her perfect figured pinned into the mattress as his name escaped her lips through a scream, eyes glued on her perfect, bouncing tits and that single mole that always caught his attention whenever she wore one of her signature v-neck cardigans. Biting into his bottom lip as he recalled the day she had shamelessly admitted she loved to wear knitted tops without a bra only to enjoy the soft fabric on her naked skin, Hongjoong could feel himself slowly falling apart.

While he was sadly used to being the inevitable witness of his roommate’s wild sexcapades, Hongjoong couldn’t help but think he would definitely be a better lover than Seonghwa could ever be, to her. Knowing his friend, Hongjoong had painted a pretty self-centered portrait of Seonghwa through his own stories and confessions. He knew how much he loved the attention without truly giving much back. Sex was never about having a deep connection with his partners and while he claimed to be pretty amazing at it, Hongjoong just couldn’t stop picturing himself in this room instead, worshiping that girl’s body until she begged him to stop. Not that he would, but the thought of her clenching and shaking into his arms, whimpering sweet nothings as his name flew through her lips over and over again was enough to—

Fuck— He had made an absolute mess of himself.

Red at the cheeks, his shirt sticking to his sweaty chest, swollen lips from biting at it too hard to cover up his own profanities, Hongjoong opened his eyes again to stare at the three paper planes attached to his ceiling lights. Over time, he had grown quite fond of those, using it as a distraction when things were getting out of hand next door and he was definitely too tired to rub another one out.

A little more composed, Hongjoong shifted into his sheets to get a better look at the disaster below: His checked PJ bottoms pushed down to his thighs were covered with a thick white mess, his semi-hard cock resting over his stomach, twitching through one last spur as a couple more drops trailed down his hip bone like a river filled with his most unspeakable fantasies.

Collecting himself , Hongjoong reached for the matching checked vest he had gotten rid of earlier, using it as an emergency towel to wipe himself off, collecting as much of his own fluid as possible before he sat on the edge of the bed, crouching his dirty laundry against his thighs until his breathing was back to normal and his erection tucked into his pants again. Biting on the inside of his cheeks, Hongjoong couldn’t find the inevitable shameful feeling as he suddenly felt exposed, vulnerable, and absolutely disgusting.

Next door, things had gotten quiet too and while he wished the fantasies would have stopped immediately, Hongjoong couldn’t help picturing Y/N’s body snuggling into his chest, still trembling from his assaults, her strawberry lips reaching for a kiss. God. Why did she have to be that beautiful? Her scent often remained through the dorm hours after she had left, like a torturous reminder of what her skin would taste like if he was allowed a single bite.

Not that he would settle for one.

But still.

Feeling himself getting worked up at the simplest thought of her giving him that sort of attention, Hongjoong decided to escape his room to get rid of the dirty evidence of his sins, his throat burning for a cold glass of water. Grabbing his glasses from the pillow where they had dropped earlier through the urge of his intimate moment, Hongjoong finally lifted himself off the mattress, his legs still a little numb from the ecstasy.

Seonghwa’s door was closed, which he took as a blessing considering the many occasions he had walked past his roommate’s bedroom, catching the inevitable through a partially open door. Though he was definitely ashamed to admit, Hongjoong had found himself peeping through the thin opening a couple times before. It’s not like he wanted to see, but curiosity had killed the cat the moment his eyes had come across the filthiest sight of Y/N bending over Seonghwa, mouth full of him as he buried himself deep down her throat with both his fists keeping her head low. The view was absolutely obscene, making it impossible for Hongjoong to keep his eyes off her as she remained spread out with her knees into the mattress, her panties pushed to the side, her glistening slit making him foam at the mouth as she pushed two of her fingers into her dripping core. From where he stood, Hongjoong could almost hear the quenching sound of her cunt tightening around her digits, wishing to taste the shiny coat covering her skin as she painfully moaned around another man's cock. While jealousy was eating him alive, Hongjoong was lucky enough to have enough imagination to picture himself in that bed with her instead of Seonghwa.

At this moment, he wasn’t a perv looking freak staring at a couple having sex with a hand down his pants, he was the one making her wet to the point she couldn’t keep her own fingers off herself.

The fond memory of her fingers scissoring her opening to the point he could almost feel how tight she would be around him simply vanished in front of his eyes as soon as the door opened, bringing him back to present and the brutal reality of him standing in front of Y/N with his clothes covered with his own cum.

She was wearing Seonghwa’s frat house sweater, which unfortunately made it too easy for him to pretend it was his, the greek lettering staring back at him as the fabric seemed to wrap her up entirely like a robe but not enough for Hongjoong to ignore the fact she had nothing else on as her thighs were fully exposed. He could only wish she had the decency to wear panties around him, otherwise he would probably go insane.

“That’s an odd time to be doing your laundry?” Of course she had to make that comment. Regardless of the mess of his schedule as a Computer and Informational Sciences Major, Hongjoong couldn’t find a good reason why he would decide to do a late night laundry on a wednesday.

Still, nothing came close to the awkwardness of his silence following her remark.

“Couldn’t sleep” He eventually blurted out, tightening his grip around his clothes while hoping she wouldn’t catch any suspicious stain. He knew he probably looked nervous right now, a small layer of sweat covering his forehead where a couple of his golden curls were still plastered from earlier. His glasses had slipped all the way down to the tip of his nose, making him look like a rabbit caught in the headlights and if that wasn’t enough for her to realize something was off, his voice sounded nothing like his usual composed tone. He was stuttering, almost struggling to use actual words when he was supposedly a head student.

How embarrassing.

“Aw, fuck… Did we keep you up?”

She was now standing with her back against the closed door, one leg above the other like some frozen-in-time ballerina, a small smirk twisting her lips as she kept her gaze locked with his. Pretending he didn’t hear them having sex would be a sad attempt at an obvious lie. Y/N had been there too many times not to realize how thin the dorm’s walls were. Thinking about it, Hongjoong inevitably wondered if she had ever caught him whimpering through the wall, the obvious creaking sound of his bed suddenly turning into the devastating evidence of his late night activities.

Her smile grew bigger as silence remained between them.

Of course she knew he could hear them, and as a man of sciences who hated to assume without actual facts, Hongjoong was now struggling to deny the obvious content painted all over her face right now. Was she actually enjoying this thought?

“I—I—Umm… I didn’t h-hear much, don’t worry”

He hated himself for stuttering so much over nothing, but at least, he was being honest about the whole situation, only keeping the saucy part of it for his own secret space. Y/N on the other hand, simply brushed the thought off with the cutest pout, emphasizing on the fact she obviously didn’t mind being heard. The fact it might have been a turn-on of hers still remained pretty vague, though.

“Can’t hear much, uh? So if we fucked in the next room, Seonghwa wouldn’t wake up?”

Hongjoong had to blink a couple times just to make sure she wouldn’t vanish in front of his eyes. Clearly, this was another of his fucked-up fantasies, only a little too vivid for him to feel safe. His roommate’s girlfriend couldn’t be standing there, suggesting for him to fuck her into the room right next to the one where her boyfriend was still fast asleep.

“I— I guess it would be just the same, you know, uh, walls work both ways…”

Walls. work. both. ways?

Now he truly hated himself for coming up with the lamest possible answer to an obvious attempt at disarming him with a flirty suggestion. Why couldn’t he be cool for once and play along? Most of his friends would probably be head first into her breast right now but him? No. He just HAD to be the lamest guy to ever walk the Earth.

“Are you trying to find actual science facts to make a point?” She laughed, which made it even worse for Hongjoong as his brain simply couldn’t avoid the scientific parts of every thought ever crossing his mind.

“You’re such a nerd, Joong…”

Hongjoong couldn’t point out the worst part of this whole interaction as she walked closer to him, her hand traveling up his chest, sending his heart into a racing pace that almost got him dizzy while her scent was all over him, draping him with a sweet mix of vanilla and a specific kind of flower he couldn’t identify with her palm ghosting his cheek as she stared into his soul. She looked even more beautiful from this close as Hongjoong looked down through his glasses still resting at the tip of his nose, his jaw suddenly lacking some strength as his mouth remained slightly open for her to graze her thumb over his plump, bottom lip.

As a simple touch of her hand sent him through oblivion, Hongjoong was frozen into space, unable to move, talk or do anything but focus hard enough to hide the obviousness of his erection poking through his pants. Pushing his dirty laundry against himself while gulping whatever was left of saliva down his throat, Hongjoong silently prayed for a quick relief as Y/N took off his glasses to try them on as her soft giggles echoed down the corridor.

“God– you’re practically blind?

"I– actually I have pseudopapilledema, that’s uh— an issue with the retinal nerve fiber layer?"

"I love it when you talk dirty to me, Hongjoong”

Hongjoong was thankful to hear the sweet sound of her laugh as his down-to-earth way of thinking often made him miss the point or ignore the obvious sarcasm in one’s tone. Lucky for him, Y/N always made sure to be extremely bold, sometimes a little too much for his own comfort.

Pushing his glasses back up his nose, the touch of her hands upon his ears sending shivers down his spine, Y/N flashed him one last smile and excused herself to the bathroom, wishing an unspoken goodnight as she abruptly cut their special moment short. While he already missed her touch, Hongjoong inevitably welcomed this peaceful moment to himself, taking a deep breath until he was able to walk to the laundry room, Y/N never leaving his thoughts for even a second.

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Back to his room minutes later with a glass of water, Hongjoong’s heart almost jumped off his chest at the sight in front of him as soon as he walked through the door. Sitting on the edge of his bed, Y/N seemed to have a curious look around his personal space, the only place no one was ever allowed in, stepping into his cocoon in the most violent way possible as his eyes instantly caught sight of her bare thighs grazing his sheets. The very same sheets he was laying in while jerking off to her, earlier in the night.

“I like the paper planes…” She simply stated, crossing one leg above the other as her chin pointed at the ceiling. There was something terribly erotic about the fact she now shared his view, that special view he only had when laying down his bed while she was getting pounded next door. It almost felt like a terrible joke, a crossover he never saw coming, and yet, he loved to see her in that scene, a stranger lost in a painting that didn’t fit her aesthetic.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Hongjoong barely managed to blurt out, still stunned at the sight of the girl of his dreams sitting on his own bed

“I was curious, to be honest I almost expected some Star Wars beddings… But these are nice… I like the fabric…”

Swallowing his painfully sinful thoughts away, Hongjoong watched as Y/N grabbed a fistful of his sheets, creasing the fabric into her palm the same way she would if he was on top of her with his hips rocketing between these thighs he couldn’t keep his eyes off.

“Ever fucked a girl in there?”

Smiling proudly to herself, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, Y/N couldn’t hide her excitement at the sight of the helpless nerdy boy in front of her, struggling to compose himself as words failed to reach his lips. He was closer to choking over his own saliva than giving a decent answer to her invasive interrogations.

He simply decided to shake his head no.

After all, he was being honest. No girl had ever walked into this room before.

Until tonight. Until Y/N.

“Sad. So this bed is only for you to jerk off, hmm?”

Her pout and the way she tilted her head to the side made it difficult for Hongjoong to contain himself. He knew she was purposely pushing all the right buttons, making sure he was crumbling into her palms until he was openly confessing to her. She wasn’t even trying to hide her enthusiasm at the thought of being here, in his room, barely dressed as he ultimately came up with a very shy confirmation of her own statement. Nodding like a puppy caught peeing on a carpet, Hongjoong pressed his middle finger to his glasses, pushing them back up not to look more pitiful than he actually seemed right now.

“Curious about what you’d think about while touching yourself…” She added, still smirking as a devil, her fingers plummeting over her bare thighs like an invitation.

“Ever thought about me?” she smiled, wincing slightly like she didn’t know he was the only girl on his mind whenever his fist found its way into his sweatpants. She couldn’t miss his gaze whenever she walked by or the way he only seemed to see her in a crowded room, smiling shyly when she actually gave him a minute of her precious attention. If anything, Hongjoong was obsessed with her to the point he didn’t even know if he would ever be able to cum to the thought of anyone else.

Not that he wanted to.

Finding himself unable to lie to her face, Hongjoong gave her a simple nod as a silent confession for his late night sins. By now, her nails were grazing her thighs a little deeper, thin white lines following their path as Hongjoong couldn’t help but shiver a little, picturing his own hands kneading her flesh.

“Kneel” she surprisingly commanded, the foot that was previously traveling up and down his leg to briefly brush his throbbing cock now tapping the side of his knee until it bent as Hongjoong immediately granted her wish by falling knees first in front of her, his lips slightly parted as he looked up at her in awe.

Now that she was close enough to stare at his delicate features, Y/N found herself amazed at the sight of his plump, pink lips and the couple freckles scattered all over his cheeks and nose, almost too discrete to be seen if she wasn’t merely an inch away from him, his unstable breathing fanning over her own face.

Sliding over the edge of the mattress, Y/N leaned forward to grab his face between her palms, ghosting her lips over his as a soft chuckle escaped her as soon as Hongjoong took the deepest breath, his entire body shivering from the newly found proximity between them. As much as he tried to collect himself, both his fists tearing his sweatpants apart over his folded thighs, Hongjoong couldn’t contain the surprised groan coming out of his throat the moment her lips crashed upon his. Tracing the outline of his mouth, Y/N took pride in the way Hongjoong seemed to dismantle into her hands, his entire body leaning forward like a magnet that couldn’t be pulled away from her intoxicating scent as he unexpectedly deepened the kiss.

When it came to kissing, Hongjoong was the complete opposite to Seonghwa. While his roommate liked to impose his dominance by holding her jaw still and taking the lead, Hongjoong was far more docile and careful with his moves. There was something about the way his tongue almost shyly explored her mouth, like he was trying to hide his devastating lack of experience while proving himself to her.

Her hands quickly traveled from the back of his neck to his curls, tousling his messy locks between her fingers as she granted him a better, privileged space between her legs. Nervous but completely over the moon, Hongjoong reluctantly broke the kiss to take a couple unsettled breaths, his glossy eyes staring right into her soul.

“Is it— is it okay if I touch you?” He finally dared to ask, his hands almost burning to take a proper grab at the thighs he was only ghosting timidly so far.

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle a little, one of her hands abandoning his mane to palm his fiery cheek while her thumb grazed his plump lips to collect her own saliva with a soft smile.

“You’re really something else, Kim Hongjoong…”

She went silent for a while, staring into his eyes like she was seeing him from a whole new point of view, and while Hongjoong could have taken this remark the wrong way, he was smart enough to realize that, sadly, she was simply not used to men treating her decently - a terrible realization that instantly increased his urge to keep her into his arms and let her know she was safe.

Never breaking their eye-contact, Y/N slowly grabbed both of his hands, guiding him as they traveled along her bare legs as Hongjoong couldn’t help but blush a little harder as he felt goosebumps covering her skin, appalled to even consider the fact he may have had some sort of effect on the girl of his dreams - thinking about it, he was still anxiously waiting to wake up from the obvious dream he was stuck in.

“So now tell me… What would you like to do to me?”

A little taken aback, Hongjoong had to tilt his head downwards, too afraid for her to read his mind through his desperate eyes as his specs once again slipped to the edge of his perfect, pointy nose. Eager to catch every ounce of his reaction, Y/N instantly lifted his chin up to lock his gaze once more, a sincere smile curving her strawberry lips.

“If you can’t speak, you’re gonna have to show me, you know?”

Hongjoong could feel his heartbeat increasing with every second passing by, each of the words coming out her mouth whacking him in the face like an ice bucket. While his skin was covered with a thin coat of sweat, his entire body was shivering, her attitude mixed with their proximity definitely messing with every nerve in his brain. Still, terrified to see her leave as he failed to speak again, Hongjoong surprised himself with his next move as he leaned forward to graze his lips over her neck, pecking a random spot as he waited for her reaction.

The gesture, sweet, tender and yet incredibly intimate, took her by surprise, her hips tilting forward at the sound of his lips smacking together so close to her ear, like a primal reaction from her aching body as desire started to build inside of her. What started as a little game fueled by her compulsory curiosity was slowly backfiring as she pushed her legs together a bit tighter to lock his body between her thighs, her ankles crossed upon his lower-back as Hongjoong took it as a signal to move forward. Though his breathing was hectic and warm against her skin, he seemed to be surprisingly confident with the way his lips traveled up and down her neck, his ego slowly growing as she tried to contain her moan against her tightly shutted lips.

Definitely jacked up on the sounds faintly escaping her mouth as she tilted her head back, Hongjoong allowed his hands to move upwards, pushing past the hem of her oversized sweater, his fingertips flirting with the thin fabric of her underwear until he eventually settled for her hips as he delicately pushed her further towards the edge of the bed as both of their breathing increased under the sudden heat wave gathered through their embrace.

His hungry mouth was all over her neck, nipping along her throat, licking a stripe over her jawline, nibbling at her lips until she was left panting and begging for more, her slightly opened mouth welcoming his surprisingly skilled tongue back for a much longer and fievery kiss that left them both groaning in pure agony once they broke it, a thin string of saliva keeping their mouth tied in the most obscene way.

Looking down to the place where his palm and her most intimate secrets met, Hongjoong couldn’t recall the precise moment when his hand had found its way between her legs but as he looked up into her eyes, looking for a green light, he was more than pleased to see her nod impatiently, waiting for him to cut her out of her misery as his painfully slow kisses had definitely sent her over the edge.

“Tell me when to stop” Hongjoong felt the need to ask as his slightly nervous hands pulled at her underwear, rolling it down her legs until it pooled to the carpeted floor.

Y/N could feel the way her heart seemed to stop every time he asked for permission, her cheeks burning up at the comfort his voice seemed to bring her and the way his hands only seemed to follow her instructions. Hongjoong’s touch was softer than anything she had ever experienced before, every brush of his fingertips filled with adoration as he looked up into her eyes one last time, right before he disappeared between her knees to get a first taste of her inner thigh, his teeth slowly grazing the softest part of her flesh as he took his time to explore that place he had only dreamed of.

Palming her thigh, Hongjoong gently pushed one of her legs a bit further apart, allowing himself a wider access to the spot she needed him the most. Any other man would have probably commented on how wet she already was, bragging about how eager she seemed, desperate to be fucked, but Hongjoong only found some genuine pleasure in the way she instantly pushed her hips forward, her hands landing at the back of his head once again as he took a first, painfully slow taste of her cunt.

When it came to eating pussy, Hongjoong wasn’t exactly the most skilled partner Y/N could have wished for, but to her own surprise, he wasn’t half as bad as most of the men she had been with before. His patience knew no boundary as he made sure to explore every single part of her, darting his tongue to tease her clit every time it landed flat against her aching hole, dripping all over his chin as both of his hands kept her thighs apart so he could feast properly.

Looking down, Y/N was faced with the most beautiful sight of him, the entire bottom half of his precious face buried into her as his lips and chin seemed coated with her own arousal when he finally looked up at her with the softest smile, her heart skipping a beat as he realized just how much she needed him to wreck her insides now. He looked magnificent and painfully innocent as he took a couple kitty licks from her slit, his eyes never leaving hers as her thighs started to shudder slightly, the urge to ruin his perfect face growing wilder as she started to grind a little harder against his mouth, her hands keeping him tightly locked there as he welcomed her assaults with throaty moans while her taste was all over his tongue.

“Fu-u-uck I’m close— keep going— don’t you fucking stop” she yelped, her hips chasing climax as she started quivering. His hands traveling up her chest as his mouth relentlessly guided her to the the edge, Hongjoong started to palm her breast, her hardened buds rolling against his fingertips, collecting a louder moan as he flicked her nipples and kneaded her flesh until she was left shaking and whining, almost begging him to stop as his lips remained tightly wrapped around her clit, cheeks hollowed as he sucked a couple more desperate pleas out of her.

Panting- out of breath- Y/N suddenly felt dizzy as she took a couple blinks towards the ceiling, the three paper planes spiraling at a crazy pace to match the intensity of her heartbeat as she struggled to come down from her high. She looked absolutely fucked out as she rested above the bed, slightly to the side with her sweater up her tits while Hongjoong kept a delicate trail of sloppy kisses along her legs, knees and thighs, his chin brushing against her stomach as he finally crawled back up and on top of her.

“Are you okay?”

Again, the innocence, the kindness, his absolute pure heart.

Brushing a hand through his damp hair, Y/N simply nodded as their lips crashed together through a soft kiss. She could still taste herself all over his tongue as he inhaled through their embrace, his heart filled with nothing but absolute bliss.

Burying her head into his neck, Y/N only now realized just how good he smelled, the delicacy of his perfume wrapping her into a comforting place she surprisingly wished she could call hers as her hands traveled down to his sweatpants, pulling at the two strings that kept it tight against his bony hips, ready to return the favor when he suddenly grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

“You don’t have to do this– not tonight…” He whispered, pushing their foreheads together as she gave him a little pout, hoping to collect more of those timid moans he had granted her while going down on her. Still, it was once again completely new to have a man declining a payback, especially when it involved her doing all the work while he laid flat on his back, enjoying the sight of a mouthful.

While she couldn’t deny how much she appreciated him for it, Y/N was still hungry for more, every fiber of her skin burning with need as she bathed herself in Hongjoong’s now familiar scent. Her hand still close to his painfully hard cock, Y/N took the opportunity of a peaceful moment of intimacy to pull down his pants and guide him towards her entrance without a word.

Taken off guard, his mouth agape, Hongjoong locked his gaze with her as she wrapped her legs around his hips, pushing him forward until he was completely buried, her tight cunt swallowing him up entirely as he slowly filled her up to the brim.

“Don’t move. Just stay like that for a while” she instructed, her hands pushing his hair back as she once again melted her lips with his, enjoying the simple feeling of being completely filled. There was something terribly intimate in the way their bodies connected, never breaking apart or moving an inch until she finally allowed him to.

Hongjoong wasn’t exactly a rough lover, but his thrusts weren’t as soft and tender as she expected them to be. Her fists tightening around a couple of his locks, Y/N covered her screams against his shoulder, taking a soft bite into his flesh as Hongjoong took a strong grip of her hips to slowly push himself back in, deeper with each thrust as they started to build a comfortable yet intense pace together. There was no miracle to this situation as Hongjoong knew he wouldn’t last long. As much as he wished he could have stolen another orgasm from the girl of his dreams, there was so much he could take after everything happening to him tonight.

Collecting her hands from the back of his head, Hongjoong pushed their intertwined fingers into the mattress on each side of her face as he increased the pace, his eyebrows knitted together as he could feel himself reaching climax a bit faster every time she swallowed him back, her tightness almost suffocating his throbbing cock as he reached for her lips, taking a surprising bite into her flesh as his moans turned into the most delicious whimpering, his hips jolting uncontrollably while he suddenly pulled out, hoping to collect his release into his palm but failing miserably as it pooled all over Y/N’s stomach.

Red at the cheeks, Hongjoong instantly collapsed on top of her, his tired lips coming up with some barely audible apologies for the mess he had made. His heart was thumping against her chest as she wrapped him into her arms, his damp hair glued to her neck as he tried to collect himself.

Pecking his forehead tenderly, Y/N looked up to the ceiling while listening to Hongjoong’s heavy breathing, hoping to see more of the paper planes in the future.

#ateez smut #hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong #ateez #hongjoong x reader #nerdy hongjoong

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hwashotcheeto · 3 months

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Announcement!

Today I want to introduce you all to my male ninth member of ATEEZ character!

His name is...

Moon Kija!

Honestly, I'm so attached to him, he's like my baby. 😭 He started off as a self insert (and still kind of is) and then grew into more of his own character. I hope you all love him as much as I do. 💜

My lovely angel @malldreamprincess helped me massively with his creation and with the making of this post, so thank you, my love. 💜

So lemme tell you about him. I'll start with a list of some basic stuff (like how K-Profiles has theirs set up):

Stage Name: Kija

Birth Name: Moon Kija

Position: Visual, vocalist

Birthday: December 3rd, 2000

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Height: 5'5 (165 cm)

Weight: N/A

Blood Type: N/A

MBTI: ISFJ-T

Kija was born in the US, but moved to Korea when he was little. His mom is Korean and his dad is Chinese. He was raised learning both Korean and English, but since he moved back to Korea, his English deteriorated a little.

He went to school with Jongho, and they auditioned at KQ together (Kija didn't really want to go at first, but he wanted to go with Jongho). Kija auditioned as a vocalist and was signed on as a vocalist.

Kija is shy and reserved, but very emotional and impulsive. He thinks with his emotions before he thinks with his brain, which he admits has gotten him into trouble before. But he also thinks the availability of his emotions helps him comfort his members better.

He has a couple different hobbies, like playing video games and calligraphy.

When he's shown his room in lives, he's displayed his bed that's stacked up with many different plushies. Kija says he sleeps with all of them every night.

Kija has also said that one of his favorite things to do is go live to spend time with ATINY. Furthermore, he loves participating in fan meets and performing on stage.

Now his relationships with the other members:

Kija is babied as much as Jongho, as all the members love them both. He's the closest with Jongho and treats him like a brother, since they went to school for so many years and auditioned together.

Seonghwa babied Kija the most, keeping him close in most situations. ATINYs teased Kija a lot for how much Seonghwa loves him and how flustered Kija gets over the attention. Kija calls him "Eomma" in retaliation, and Hongjoong "Appa" by extention.

Kija and Hongjoong have a slight parental bond, where both he and Wooyoung will cling onto Hongjoong and either love him or annoy him. Hongjoong has said its both a blessing and a curse.

Speaking of Wooyoung, Kija is also close with him, who will often fight Seonghwa for. The other members have admitted multiple times that Seonghwa and Wooyoung often playfully argue over who gets to spend time with Kija. When Wooyoung wins, the two of them wreck havoc on the other members.

He sees Mingi as an older brother figure, since Mingi took care of Jongho and Kija a lot when they were younger. ATINYs have noticed that in stressful or scary situations, Kija will always reach out for Mingi first (even if Mingi is screaming like a banshee).

When he's with Yunho, he's not as shy and reserved as he usually is. Yunho helps him get out of his comfort zone in a safe way. Kija has mentioned before how Yunho helped him explore some new things and make him more comfortable overall.

The members have said that Kija and Yeosang hanging out is one of the quietest times from the two of them. They're comfortable with each other, just talking or cuddling, being quiet and soft.

Kija has said that he goes to find San if he needs physical comfort. He says that San gives the best hugs and cuddles out of all the members, and how he treats him like he's a big teddy bear plushie.

For Kija's appearance, I feel kinda icky posting pictures of a real person and using them as the face of a character, so I won't be doing that.

But I imagined Kija with a small frame, but he's got enough muscle to protect himself and match up to his members.

He usually has short hair that's just long enough to go past his eyes. He has big shiny eyes (like Seonghwa heh) and small lips.

(I feel like I'm describing Hiro from Big Hero 6 but more introverted and shy)

I hope you all love Kija as much as I do. 💜 For the future, I'm still thinking of what I'll do with him in terms of fics. Right now, I don't have a series planned, nor do I have any fics, but I'm waiting to see if any ideas pop up.

And if there's any questions, don't be afraid to ask! 💜

So there's Kija! 💜

#ateez #ateez ninth member #ateez 9th member #ateez ninth member male #ateez 9th member male #moon kija

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wooyoungmybelovedhusband · 1 year

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M-mommy | Park Seonghwa (smut)

Pairing : Yandere! Park Seonghwa x F! Reader

Warnings : Smut, Mommy! Seonghwa, degradation, teacher-student relationship gone wrong, face slapping, pain kink, choking, edging, possessive behavior, begging, spanking (I had to add this 🥲), unprotected sex. MINORS DNI

Requested by : 🌷anon

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Seonghwa's warm breath hits the crook of your neck, as he leans from behind you because apparently he had to see how much progress you were making. Thankfully for you, the other students were distracted.

Your breath hitched as you felt his lips touch the corner of your eyes. Your hands became sweaty as you heard his husky voice. Your mind was unable to focus, as he smirked at your nervousness.

He swiftly straightened his back as the bell rang and eyed you up and down, "I want you to come to my house at 6, Ms.Kim, I've noticed that you are lacking behind on many topics." "Yes Mr. Park" Your voice came out barely as whisper but it was audible to Seonghwa as smirked to himself.

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You rang the door bell of Seonghwa's house as you waited for him to open the door. The house was very huge, compared to what you'd expected, the door finally opened revealing Seonghwa in a casual outfit contrary to what he wore everyday to school.

Seonghwa welcomed you inside his house, as you entered, his eyes travelled elsewhere. You had opted to wear a short skirt barely coming to your knees, matching it with a tight black sleeveless shirt. Seonghwa's mind filled with dirty thoughts as he so badly just wanted to flip you over his lap and spank you for teasing him.

"Ms.Kim please go and wait in my room." You obliged to his order as you went to the room he assigned you to. It definitely surprised you because you entered his bed room but didn't think much of it though it doubted you, why he would choose his bedroom over many other rooms.

You sat down on the chair and soon Seonghwa entered. He sat down on the chair, dangerously close to you, "Shall we start Ms.Kim" Seonghwa raised his eyebrows at you.

You nodded as he started teaching you. The lingering touches on your exposed thighs definitely didn't go unnoticed. And when he leaned dangerously close to you, you couldn't help but let out a shaky breath but Seonghwa apparently didn't back down.

After all of those touches and him almost placing a kiss on your neck, Seonghwa seemed to be at loss of Patience very contrary to his usual self where he had too much patience.

Annoyed Seonghwa put a hand on your thigh, squeezing it a bit before he leaned forward to you, your lips just centimeters away from touching. "You seem to be too dumb princess, too bad my patience seems to have been cut short today."

His long slender fingers brushed over your sensitive spot between your thighs making you let out a shaky moan. And out of nowhere, Seonghwa pulled you onto his lap as he stood up and threw you on the bed.

He hovered over you, as his hands came up to your face as he grabbed your chin harshly, "You don't have an idea what effect you have on me do you?" "M-Mr.Park-" You got cut off when he gave you a harsh slap on your cheek.

"It's Mommy for you. Address me properly, slut" Seonghwa's hands travelled down to your thighs. His pinched your thighs, smirking at your low moan. He leaned in towards you and kissed you harshly as his other hand came up to your neck and his fingers wrapped themselves around your neck.

He pulled away as his hands squeezed around your neck. His smug smile returned when he saw your fucked up expression. Seonghwa's hands travelled further inside your thighs as his fingers once again as it lingered there longer.

Seonghwa rubbed on your clit through the soft fabric, as he felt your slick right through your panties. He smirked and pulled off your paties and threw them on the floor. He inserted two of his fingers inside you, thrusting them at a very fast and rough space.

You let out loud moans as your hands held onto the sheets for your dear life. "I-I'm gonna come" You said as your back arched, until all your pleasure was taken away when Seonghwa pulled out his fingers. Seonghwa gave you a cocky smile as he licked his fingers.

Seonghwa kissed you very harshly again, as his hands ripped your shirt and threw the ripped piece of fabric on the floor. He pulled away as he removed his shirt and his pants quickly, you were shocked to see he wasn't wearing any boxers.

Your eyes widened at his size, you gulped loudly as you looked unsure if it would fit. As if he could hear your thoughts, he smiled cockily "So mesmerized by Mommy's size, princess?" "Y-yes mommy" You replied, scared that he will get angry if you didn't respond. Seonghwa gave you a satisfied smirk after hearing your response.

Flipping you onto your stomach, Seonghwa patted your ass making you raise your ass up in the air for him. Seonghwa suddenly gave you a harsh spank on your ass as he pulled you up by your hair.

"You think you can get my cock so easily princess? Beg for me." You had lost your mind, as you let out a whine and said, "M-Mommy, please want your cock. Please"

Contented, Seonghwa freed your hair as he pulled up your hips, and slowly entered you trying not to hurt you. You let out a loud moan at the feeling of finally being filled. Seonghwa soon thrusted into you at a very fast and rough pace and due to being very sensitive from your past orgasm being incomplete, you felt your orgasm reaching very quickly.

"M-mommy, 'm gonna cum." "Oh yeah, go on slut, cum all over my cock. Show me who you belong to" You instantly reached your orgasm hearing that as you shook convulsively but Seonghwa didn't halt his thrusts as he was chasing his own orgasm.

After a few harsh thrusts, Seonghwa was coming into you with a series of curses as he said, "You're fucking mine. Only mine." Soon after hearing his words which mixed up with the pleasure of his sloppy thrusts, you reached your second orgasm.

Seonghwa's thrusts finally came to a halt, as he looked down at your fucked up state. He leaned down to whisper, "You're going to be mine forever now Princess." Then it hit you, he didn't use a condom....

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I loved writing this man.

- Jeong Aera

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horanghoe · 2 years

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a saturday-night kind of love

MAIN M.LIST // ATEEZ M.LIST

members/group: Seonghwa, Wooyoung — (one sfw scene with Hongjoong) // ATEEZ

pairing: Reader x Seonghwa x Wooyoung // Hybrid!ATEEZ x Hybrid!Reader (Fem perspective)

rating: 18+ (adult content)

genre: fluff, heavy smut, practically 3some PWP, established relationship with Seonghwa, hybrid!ateez, !! minors dni !! warnings below the line !!

word count: 14.9k

Music to listen to while reading ♡ (in no particular order)

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - (Cigarettes After Sex)

Meet Me in the Hallway - (Harry Styles)

Dandelions - (Ruth B.)

Crazy for You - (Adele)

Hu Man - (Greentea Peng)

Wasn’t Looking - (ELIZA)

Kiss Me More (feat. SZA - (Doja Cat, SZA)

Addiction - (Dja Cat)

Actually, p much any doja song, f it team, go wild

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - (Maneskin)

Music To Watch Boys To - (Lana Del Rey)

Kill Of The Night - (Gin Wigmore)

Follow Me Like the Moon - (Sammy Rae & The Friends)

& ofc

Horizon - (ATEEZ)

Fireworks (I’m The One) - (ATEEZ)

Answer - (ATEEZ)

T/W’s: all fem perspective

heavy three-way smut with frequent mention of hybrid features; this is purely fiction and not intended to harm. If you don’t like hybrid!au’s, please scroll on, peace and love!! Stuff happens between the boys (member x member x reader). Power dynamics are for you the reader to decide, but predominantly dominant Seonghwa, switch reader/Wooyoung. Light restriction, voyeurism, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms for the reader, soft-dom demands, water play & If you squint there’s a praise kink in there (definitely not a self-insert lkasdjmfdks).

All safe and consented ~ just happy filth <3 Enjoy <3

(Pls dm me if you would like a trigger warning added ♡ )

You had been in a similar position before. Between a counter and your husband's hips.

But never so close to leaving for a party.

———————–

Seonghwa had been on edge the whole week. A lot rested on his shoulders at the moment, and you knew this. Behind every great man is a greater woman, after all.

For a bunny hybrid, you were somewhat conniving.

Nothing like your patient cousins; nothing like your anxiously twitching mother. Nor doting teachers, or colleagues plastered with that weak face and openly pleading eyes.

The thought made you smile; arms crossed confidently against your chest as you spied on your handsome partner in the mirror; the reflection catching his hands anxiously clenching together, head and hair in his hands, sharp black ears folded back in annoyance.

Tonight the two of you were attending a work party.

But it was much more than that.

As shown by the weakly discarded whiskey bottle and expensively-frosted glass placed haphazardly on the table in front of the large feline. Half drunk and misted by ice and hot breath. Fingerprints showed where the glass had been so desperately grasped.

You twirled your hair around your finger, admiring him for a moment inside of your refuge. His broad shoulders. Fixed hair. Stylish silhouette. All of it covered the gentleman you knew him to be.

And you even laughed to yourself. Had to bite your lip and cough harshly to disguise the noise of coy snickering. Not that Seonghwa had even heard - too caught up in his own world to notice the flash of red being swiped from the nearby closet and whooshing past the slit in the door.

Red silk. That oughtta get him out of his grouchy mood.

Better a blowout-playfight than a big anxious kitty having to make massive business deals on a bad rain night. Oh, you could just bite his cute little frown right off.

And so you dressed to kill.

You picked out a maxi silk dress with a deep v line; a true bright red to catch his heart. The leg slit sat high against your thigh; just enough to catch his eyes. And your clear strapped heels were sharp enough to put a dent in that god-awful marbled floor you were mere hours away from encroaching upon.

You heard Seonghwa set down his empty glass after swishing the sharp liquid back against his palette a third time in the last ten minutes. Poor angel; he was sure to drown himself in liquor at this rate. And you had no doubt it burned his palette via the sour look on his face.

Pulling out of your thoughts, you smiled at the distant frown gracing his brows. You loved him so deep in your soul - worries and all.

“Baby ~” You called as gently as possible. Almost cooing to catch the attention of his heavy mind. Your eyes stayed sharp to Seonghwa’s body through the limited reflection you had managed to secure. Curious as to how much you would have to work tonight.

Said man's ears perked up on instinct; shoulders perking up and eyes pulled out of his daze as if a whip had cracked beside him. Ah - he was not yet a lost cause. His ears swivelled in your direction before folding back against his hair, once his eyes followed. Blinking away his bleary anger as his face settled.

“Yes, love?” He called back; low voice hushed by anxieties.

“Could you help me with this necklace when you’re done in there please ~ Thank you ~“

You almost hated yourself for the way your voice flowed so freely out to the hallway; entrancing Seonghwa into instantly standing to attention. If only with a little tension in his chest at his heart aching to follow you.

“Coming.” He mumbled with a shrug and sigh to himself. Gripping at his glass to take down the last of the liquor in his cup, he placed it back on the table and adjusted his suit before moving numbly beyond the sofa.

You quickly moved to action; kicking the door with your heel to balance it skillfully shut on the latch, flicking your hair over your shoulder and grabbing your lipstick to bend at the waist, leaning close to the mirror.

Upon tapping lightly on the door with his knuckles to check your decency; you sang a noise that signified he could enter.

Pressing the door open, Seonghwa’s ears swung around to the front of his hair at full alert, face shocked at such an unfamiliar sight before him.

Mostly, he was staring at your exposed leg. The shape of your thighs and ass. The curve of your spine into the dip of your breasts greeting him in the mirror.

It took him a moment, but upon you turning to place a hand against his chest, Seonghwa regained himself.

His tail quivered harshly against his thighs as his solid grip caught your wrist.

“Is something wrong, angel? You seem distracted and so uptight tonight.”

You uttered coyly, discarding the lipstick to the surface behind you. His eyes sharpened at your overly-keen smile. Nostrils flaring to intake your heaviest musk perfume as you winked up at him.

It took him merely one tug of your arm, pulling you back and looking you over, to realise the act you were pulling.

So sharp, even for a feline.

Despite the obvious agitation settling into the cluttered frown on his face, a purr rippled softly against the fabric of his blazer. And you giggled, smiling at his scowl.

Tugging you back to his body Seonghwa struggled to speak. The words of annoyance and the avoidance of upsetting you muddled into a sharp question and glossy eyes.

“This dress?”

Oh. You had hit a nerve. Beautiful gameplay on your part.

And you didn’t miss the way his eyes fuzzed over with lust as your droplet earrings tapped against your pulse; head tilting to tap at your chin in faux thought.

He considered ripping the fabric from your body. Leaving you here to figure it out later. So unprepared for you to directly challenge him that his mind struck a blank.

The two of you had very few rules, but one of them was that some outfits (on both persons) were purely for private nights. Dates, socialite activities, or otherwise.

This happened to be Seonghwa’s dress. His preference for any specially arranged outing. More accurately; his dress, period.

“What? I thought it was your favourite? You’ve always loved this dress, Hwa ~ Thought it might help ease your nerves, baby…”

His lips twitched up into a sneer as you leaned to press a kiss to his cheek.

Seonghwa’s mind plunging into sin gave you enough of a gap to slip so easily from his weakened grip, like a well-trained seducing artist.

You just knew him too well. Knew what it took to get him where you wanted him. And you knew how much he loved to play.

“It is my favourite. That’s the issue.”

He let you leave his presence. Crossing his arms as he leaned back against the doorway with a solid purr thrumming against his ribs. If he had to watch you play your little games of attention-stealing for the night then he would at least enjoy the show.

And enjoy it he certainly did.

Since the last time you had worn the silk slip - a hole had been expertly placed at the base of your tailbone. Big enough to allow your bunny tail to find purchase; matching your ears flopped on either side of your cheeks and enveloped in large airy curls.

“You’re such a fiend, little bun-bun.” Seonghwa practically growled through deep purrs, eyes sharply attached to your fluid and bobbing movements as you twirled to show him your entire profile.

A wash of arousal washed over you, tail bouncing to attention and steps faltering as you walked over to the jewellery boxes on your dressing table.

“Ah, I don’t know what you mean, Hwa. I’m just trying to look pretty for my husband -”

Turning around sharply at the sound of movement, you intercepted Seonghwa’s attempt at trapping you against the counter by pressing a large chunky necklace against his chest. Your ears dropped back behind your shoulders as nerves fluttered in your belly and a pulse began beating in your core.

Naturally inclined to fight his every movement; so unlike a usual bunny hybrid. This was why you two had worked so well together. Seonghwa melded under your thumb, this much was clear, but he also had his own ways to sweep up your vivacious spirit into a blushing mess.

Seonghwa examined you with a look of knowing - your game had been named without a word - and took the necklace out of your tacky palms with a roll of his eyes. Body full of excited nerves, you met his skin as you pulled your hands away. A skim over his delicate wrists caused him to release a handsome purr, despite what he may have wanted to show.

“Turn around.” He instructed gently but with firmness. “Please, love.”

Seonghwa stepped away to allow you to turn to face the same mirror you had been spying on him from before. Adding the lax please to appease your game. You both knew who would be holding the reigns tonight.

The feline's eyes met yours in the mirror, hips and larger frame now trapping you against the cupboard via a solid step forward. But before your heart could leap from your chest to your mouth, he placed the large-gemmed droplet up and over your head.

“You look deadly, and beautiful, my little bun. But you’re mistaken if you think anyone but me can see you in this… In a hall of very rich and filthy-minded predators… It’s almost like you want me to get possessive sometimes.”

He fixed your necklace as he went, hands smoothing down both shoulders to hear your breath catch and arms grip your chest. His purr rippled against your shoulder blades as his eyes met yours in the mirror again.

“Do you? Want me to get possessive over you, Y/N?” The question hung heavy in the air for a breath, but your spry giggles caused his felt ears to twitch forward in curiosity.

“Mmm, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.”

Seonghwa pinched his eyes at you before sighing through his nose and settling his nerves.

“You look so handsome tonight, my pretty feline. But far too highly strung…“

Seonghwa’s ears had begun to ease forward. A less agitated and more familial smile on his dashing face.

“Let us play right under their noses. It’ll make the whole thing a hell of a lot easier. I promise.”

Seonghwa dipped his head as he bit his tongue with his canines, shaking his hair to laugh softly.

Your thoughts cut short as his fingers gripped at the top of your ribs. Bringing his hot breath and purring mouth closer to your ear; until he pressed a feather-light kiss to your pulse behind your jaw.

To your dismay, a soft sigh released from your body. Your husband smiled knowingly against your skin. Inhaling as he pulled up; drawing one arm up and under your armpit to grip at your throat.

Each part of your body twitched. The tables had turned and his dominance was quickly sweeping you under the crushing wave of opposing force.

Your ears pulled back as Seonghwa used his grip on your chin to tilt your head against his other arm planted on the counter.

“Sit pretty, bun.” He purred against your hair, watching you nod softly in the mirror before biting at the juncture of your beautifully soft and long ears, chuckling at the easily scored moans, picked out from the memory of your body.

Seonghwa released your pulse to let you gasp a breath, arms struggling between supporting yourself and gripping his flexing forearm slotted delectably between your collarbone and breasts. His grip moved to your jaw, swiping his tongue up against the length of your neck while winking in the mirror at your wanton short whimpers; your legs pressing against his thigh tucked up against your pulsing core.

“I appreciate the thought, my love -” He mumbled, before placing a large and lewd open kiss on the spot directly above your racing pulse.

Your nose and expression twitched restlessly as a wash of lust came over you; his proximity making the sweet hormones swim directly to his brain. His purrs only grew more intense. Biting his lip to resist gnawing at you like his favourite old fish bone.

“But you know how I feel when so many eyes are on you. I don’t trust them.”

The annoyance in his voice was translated by the nip at the newly sensitive patch on the side of your throat - tactfully placed to be easily hidden by your hair.

“Never took you as a sour loser, Hwa. What’s wrong with a little competition every now and then?”

A solid thwap sounded as his hand swiped your thigh.

“Haven’t lost any of your little games though, have I bunny?” Seonghwa sneered into your hair as you cheeped something frightful.

You mumbled something close to an apology for pushing him; before sighing as he moved his palm gripping tightly at your aching jaw to smooth down the length of your body.

His palm lay heavy until he landed just close enough to your core for you to wriggle. He glided his fingers under the slit of the fabric, dragging his large palm over the expanse of your lower stomach, and subsequently causing his arm to brush up over the string of your high thong - your husband's purr and eyes piercing your own defiant ones caused his lip to twitch, pulling away with a roll of his eyes.

Subsiding the battle, for now.

This was far too close for the feline. If he had any hope of lasting the night he needed to temper your moods. The smell of your attraction would be stuck to his sleeve all night now, no doubt soaking his slacks as you moved your hips endlessly.

His hand pulled back to smell the aroma so filthily stuck to the fabric of his blazer. But he loved you too much to fight. Seonghwa’s expression turned weak as his pupils blew wide, eyes drooped in lust and his tail swooshed to curl around your calf.

He tried a softer approach; pleading with you.

“I don’t trust the way you pull people in so easily, bun… like some kind of drug. It’s unfair. Makes me feel… like I need to claim you… need to mark you, otherwise, you might slip away… Let’s send a pre-emptive warning, shall we, my love?”

Seonghwa’s eyes flicked to your own. Your heart thrummed against your chest as you nodded, bathing in love at his ask for consent to mark you. The thought made you ground down on him slightly in excitement.

“Good bunny.” He purred directly into your ear. Lips quirking into a loving smile as you swallowed, eyes glued to him as he moved to hold your jaw against his shoulder, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

Pulling his tongue up the length of your pulse, he immediately attacked your throat. Kissing and biting and sucking such lewd and mind-melding hickeys from your jaw down to your jugular until he settled in one particular spot that made you moan in a high pitch. He gripped your jaw to pull you even further back against his body with his thigh propped up even higher; until finally, you whined loudly enough that he pulled away with flicking ears and a content smile.

So obviously claimed; the whole thing sent the two of you for a whirl.

Seonghwa held you steady as he pulled his body away, allowing you to recentre for a moment before you twisted in his hold to shyly meet him for a reassuring kiss. He brushed your hair over your shoulder as he smiled down his eyelashes, his consistent low thrumming purr letting you know he was content.

“I’ll let you test your theory - and my limits - tonight love. I could use the distraction, you’re right. But remember the rules. I don’t have the energy nor want to argue with you anytime soon. Okay?”

A wash of joy flooded through you as you bounced joyfully on the pads of your feet, pulling him down by the neck to place a kiss on his cheek. "Of course. Nothing public. No more than two. Safety first." Giggling at the sheer lipstick marking the love and trust of your husband on his high-arched cheek, he fussed you out of the room, pretending to ignore the glee on your face.

Truly, you were a grown woman and you could wear whatever you damn wanted.

But as Seonghwa slipped your silk and faux fur scarf over your shoulders, he knew from your trust that you trusted him with your body, your soul. Trusted to keep you in his best interest. And he had a good eye for beauty.

As you pressed at the bruises against your skin in the lift down to the waiting taxi, you smiled up at your husband. Kissing the ring on his finger before wrapping your scarf up and around your shoulders like an old Hollywood star. You knew Seonghwa was so doting, so serving and patient, and so, so willing to lay everything on the line for you.

And you could already guess how hard he was going to fuck you later.

———————–

The night was going well.

For you at least.

Seonghwa stood around a table of weathered elderly men.

Due to the job roles, positions, and social biases; almost all of them were predator types. If hybrid at all. His eyes flickered to find you occasionally. Amused to watch you mingle with his peers. Like a lighthouse looking out for his favourite boat on distant shorelines.

Being a prey hybrid made you a little more likeable by default. But you worked extra hard to keep a neutral disposition tonight to fit in with the crowd. Any opposition here could become dangerous. And you had a quick temper that only one man could handle.

“So,” You snapped out of gentle eye contact with your husband to re-focus on the young male sitting beside you.

He was, by all accounts, chatting you up at the bar. But he was a familiar face you wouldn’t mind having a little fun with until the night spun out. Familiar in a deja-vu sense. You weren’t able to put a finger on it, but you knew him from somewhere. You sipped at your drink with a slight nod to continue.

“What brings a little bunny like you out to a posh and stuffy hall of predators? Hmm?”

You laughed benevolently behind your hand, but the laugh began at your belly and shook up through your shoulders, so it was a little hard to hide. Setting your drink down, you watched his reaction to what you had to say curiously. His response would be vital and telling to how the night would continue.

“I believe I run your department. And might be older than you by a small chunk.”

Wooyoung blinked, before shooting a squeaked “Oh - no shit?”.

You laughed but ended with a shrug. Nodding at his curious eyes scanning over you in a new light.

“Yeah, but I mostly run the place from home. I am here as a plus one though, so…”

The young fox tweaked his ears; clearly annoyed by this news. You placed a hand on his chest, a smile of playfulness stuck to your features. Unbeknownst to you, his eyes followed his nose; flickering to the bruise peeking out of your slightly dishevelled hair. He was entirely absorbed by you; having followed your scent across the room and to said bar stools. A fox and a bunny - what could go wrong in that match-up?

“Don’t leave so soon.” Your voice brought him back into focus, eating your words whole with that sly foxy smile. His tail jerked a little, despite his timid nod. “We’re open, with a few rules and regs. If that’s something you’re interested in?”

Wooyoung took a solid inhale before his mind could work again.

“Define open?”

You had found a new little plaything.

———————–

Seonghwa watched from across the floor space as a hand was placed on your knee; pillowed by twenty minutes of flirtatious laughter and anecdotes.

He was pretty sure Wooyoung was 99% unaware of your partnership, because if the younger hybrid was able to link the dots - scent, ring and last name aside - he would be 900 yards away from ever even speaking to you.

Come to think of it, he may have tried to flirt with you even more with that knowledge, just to get under Seonghwa’s skin.

Wooyoung was like Seonghwa’s little brother, in a very loose and hierarchical sense. But he was also a flirtatious and annoying brat, in every situation and scenario they had ever been in together.

A laugh sounded beside Seonghwa and his face contorted into something sour.

Upon standing to move closer to the bar and catch a mental break from the stale, tense business talk; his best friend cruised to stand beside him, twirling Seonghwa’s anxiously flicking tail around his wrist before patting his behind familiarly.

The shorter male, Hongjoong, caught your eye from across the bar, smiling to himself. You could pick up on the feline's anxieties from a mile away. Hongjoong winked with a knowing smile and waved until you were comforted enough to return the wave, focusing back on Wooyoung once more.

The otter was aggressively clever and had sensed the tense game of cat and mouse playing out between the two of you as soon as your sharp heels had tapped onto the marble flooring earlier that evening.

“Loosen up, pretty boy.” He chuckled under his breath, reaching to buy a drink for the two of them. “She knows what she’s doing.”

Seonghwa shot the otter a sharp scoff, ears pinched back against his head. “That’s exactly my issue.” He mumbled something unintelligible over the rim of his glass, closing his eyes to try and temper the angry swishing of his tail.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “What? What is it? You’re worried she’ll take Fantastic Mr Fox home and not you? Leave her favourite house cat on the streets for an idiot-street-smart Canidae?”

“No - she would never.” Seonghwa scoffed again, shaking his head and shrugging like it was obvious.

“Then - what’s your issue exactly?”

Seonghwa groaned with dramatics; rolling his eyes and flinching at the sound of your laughter echoing down the glass pane of the swish bar. Thank god you were separated by groups of people, Hongjoong thought. His friend looked truly miserable.

“I don’t know. It’s unfamiliar. I’m on edge.”

Seonghwa spoke through his teeth. The old drink was quickly discarded before snatching his new drink from the bar and clinking a cheer of unspoken companionship with Hongjoong, both swishing back the cold and smooth whiskey on a dime.

"Such a feline." Hongjoong however, laughed, despite the male's tense aura. It was a peal of gentle, understanding laughter.

“Just follow her lead, Hwa. Figure out your boundaries - and theirs, as the night follows through. You’ve both been wanting to try this for months now; don’t pull the rug for some nonexistent small ass anxieties.” Seonghwa peered at him, choosing not to comment. His relaxing ears gave him away, however. “As long as everyone’s safe, clean and consenting - truly, what is the issue here?”

Seonghwa struggled to find an answer - before blurting out a sharp “Wooyoung is a mouthy brat who has no idea how to follow rules or respect boundaries.” before his brain or sober mouth could catch up.

Hongjoong blinked at his friend for a second before reeling back with laughter, settling with a hand on Seonghwa’s shoulder. He dropped his gaze, biting his lip before pulling Seonghwa’s ear down to his mouth level.

“Then show him how to.” Hongjoong pulled away with a nonchalant shrug, “Or don’t. Y/N seems to be handling him just fine. Have some fun, Hwa. And loosen up for God’s sake, you big broody panther.”

———————–

From Hongjoong’s reassuring presence at your obviously tense husband's side; you knew Seonghwa would ease before time was up.

You tried to stay focused on the rusty skill of flirting, but you were starting to grow anxious without your big cat at your side. Separation anxiety, in its finest and most unwelcome degrees.

“You’re pretty cool, you know. Feisty, for a rabbit. And pretty as fuck.”

Peering over Wooyoung’s features, your eyes softened. Shifting slightly in your chair as his palm slid in a steady pattern against the inside of your knee; causing you to wet your lips. He looked different suddenly; handsome, and alluring. By nature or design, you weren’t sure, but you hummed softly. Leaning even closer to his space. He smelt like fresh lemon grass and it was dizzying.

“Those words don’t suit you very well, baby boy. Try hell instead.”

The cogs turning in Wooyoung’s brain were almost audible. Until his brain caught up and in a minorly drunk haze flurry he yelped a quick “P-pretty as hell, bunny.”

His face burned a bright red as you laughed, considering how much he may have overstepped this time. Your laughter was loud but full of harmless amusement. As you drew back into your bubble, you lifted his chin gently with a wink, before meeting his lips in a domineering kiss.

Wooyoung whined mournfully as you pulled away, practically melting in his suit as he struggled to stay composed.

“I’m not - I don’t -” He stuttered as you moved back slightly, a smile resting on your cheeks.

He looked panicked, exposed.

“It’s okay. Don’t be shy, handsome. You’re cute, Woo. Plus, everyone has their vices.” Swallowing harshly, he nodded, seeming to be thinking before glancing at his hand resting on your thigh, the ring on your finger, the mark on your neck, your words of invite; before finally joining the dots together.

“And your husband - he d-doesn’t mind?”

“It depends.” A familiar voice spoke behind the space behind the two of you. Low in tone and bare of any amusement. You smiled up behind you, placing a hand on the one at your exposed leg to stop Wooyoung from pulling back in fright. It barely helped.

“Whether you’re going to make this any more difficult than it needs to be.”

Seonghwa met your eyes. So much said by nothing. This is ok, it read, I trust you. And your heart swooned. A sound high and shrill escaped from the fox beside you both, snatching your attention to look at the mixed expression in front of you. The fox’s tail had sparked up into a small bush in shock.

“W-WHAT? The fuck?! SEONGHWA?”

Seonghwa released a groan of annoyance, making you look between the two of them with a scoff.

“You guys - know each other?”

The response was immediate.

“Unfortunately.” Muttered a tired Seonghwa.

“KNOW EACH OTHER?!” cried a perturbed Wooyoung.

“I’ve worked with Wooyoung for years.”

“Yeah, but I never knew you had a wife. Or that you were DTF LIKE THAT.”

“Never knew you you had a praise kink, pretty kit, but here we are, hmm?”

Seonghwa’s ears flicked at your movements to turn and face him. Wooyoung’s Adam apple bobbed, mouth agape and searching for words.

You couldn’t hold in the snicker aching at your cheeks, laughing at the two of them fully. Despite the initial reaction, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement going on between the two of them.

Seonghwa pressured Wooyoung to his limit until he eventually averted his gaze with bent ears and a quiet yip. A soft purr could be heard as your husband placed his hand on the younger male's neck. Pulling his thumb against the thin hair there.

Any untrained eye would see this as a platonically friendly gesture, but the way Wooyoung twitched made you giggle in hubris. Hands clasping in his lap as all the cocky nature from flirting with you in the past hour dissipated into thin air.

Seonghwa removed his hand with a sigh once Wooyoung had glanced back up at him with newly encaptured and glossy eyes.

Gripping the back of both your chairs he dropped his head with a shake, only to look back up with a tight smile.

"You sure know how to pick your men, my beautiful lop." His smile was kind but drenched in sarcasm.

It was silent between the three of you for a few long seconds, Wooyoung shifting in his seat, but his eyes trained on you. His hand had now been retracted, body demeanour tense.

You tutted, pouting up at your husband and standing up from your seat to meet his chest with yours. You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers and kissing his chin to soften his sharp expression.

“You’re scaring him, Hwa. Play nice ~”

Seonghwa purred softly through open lips, having forgotten how sweet he had made you smell before the two of you left the apartment. He hummed in agreement, brushing your hair behind your ear to bend a kiss to his previous marking. Irises unpinching as soon as you were directing, in a way Wooyoung had never seen from his elder.

Your butt and hip rested on Wooyoungs thigh as Seonghwa pressed you back. Slotting you back and in-between the smaller male's legs, totally dazed as he held you from falling against the bar. His fingers dug desperately into your hips as you held onto your husband's shoulders, entranced by your chemistry.

"Y-you smell so fucking good." Wooyoung whimpered quietly. "Both of you…"

Seonghwa maintained eye contact with the fox as he made you wiggle in a struggle to stay quiet, another hickey pressed against your bruised pulse. Your tap against his shoulder told him he was pushing his very own rules; caught up in the game.

When Seonghwa pulled away, Wooyoung gulped audibly.

But upon peering back at him over your shoulder, he didn’t seem anxious in a bad way anymore. His eyes were wide, ears perked to attention and nose twitching occasionally. You giggled, allowing Seonghwa to rise over the two of you, Wooyoung practically holding you to sit on his inner thigh.

And with his tail curled over his crotch so obviously, you couldn’t help but coo at him.

“Shall we do this, then?” Seonghwa offered. Voice still low and tense, but eased slightly. “Whatever this is.”

You nodded, looking at Wooyoung for an answer.

He seemed to be thinking about it. Withdrawing into himself before you placed a gentle kiss on the edge of his lips. Laughing like bells as his ears folded. He peered up at Seonghwa, seemingly regaining his confidence in small steps. He nodded, at both of you.

“Use your words, Woo. We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. This is new for us, too.” Seonghwa mumbled, low enough for people to not hear.

You melted a little; your husband had mellowed his behaviour to make the fox more comfortable upon your request.

Wooyoung nodded quickly, seemingly sharp-minded once more as that sly smile returned. He laughed nervously, itching at the heat on the tip of his ears.

“I’m good. Sounds like fun. And I’m pretty comfortable with you guys separately, already, so… Fuck it, live a little.”

"Are you happy to discuss the details when we're inside our home? You’re free to leave whenever, just discussing it there would be a little more…" Seonghwa’s voice dimmed into something dark as he licked his lips. Wooyoung’s eye contact seemingly affected him; amplified by the way he stood over him pressed tight against the bar.

"Private!" You finished for him. Seonghwa humming as he pet over your head in one solid stroke. You shivered in delight, thighs tight together as Wooyoung’s nose twitched.

"Sure. Sounds good." The fox moaned softly.

Seonghwa paused. "Are you clean?"

Wooyoung scoffed softly, a sly grin back with a short laugh.

"Dirty mind, clean body, Hwa. You guys?"

He never knew Wooyoung to lie. Wicked humour with a kind heart. Seonghwa grumbled with a roll of his eyes before nodding, you nodded too.

"We're clean! And happy to be hosting you ~" You beamed happily.

Seonghwa’s nerves settled even further purely via the expression of joy on your face. He smiled with a small chuckle before releasing your intertwined hands to move away.

“I’ll go ask for our ride.”

But he paused before moving away completely. Sensing something was off by sixth sense and sharp intuition. And his nose picked up on something he hadn’t quite expected yet.

Seonghwa purred loudly, flicking his tail as you sent him a finger heart with a giggle and poked your tongue out between your teeth. Wooyoung’s palm and fingers had been playing with your tail and causing a rush of hormones to tint the air ever since you had landed on his thighs. And no doubt being the reason for you moving around so much, or being so happy.

Being so tense, the feline hadn't noticed. But now that he had moved away; he quickly realised that he needed to move the both of you out of there and fast before anyone else noticed. The people beside you were already sparing glances.

Sly bastard, Seonghwa thought to himself.

“At least keep it in your pants until we get home, please.” Seonghwa reasoned in a hushed voice, sighing through a pinched nose. “both of you.”

At the added instruction, Wooyoung snickered, using his grip on your thighs and your dizzying head to pull you closer and run his nose up against your cheek. You swooned quietly, carding your nails through his hair.

“No promises.” The fox whispered, biting at your skin.

Seonghwa yowled lowly in annoyance; quickly tempered by your intervening pinch to the fox’s ears.

"Go on, baby. Nothing public. I promise. I love you."

Your husband watched you cautiously before giving a nod. “You too, bun.” Leaving to call your ride.

———————–

The ride home was reasonably long. Around an hour.

You soon found yourself in the back of the taxi, Wooyoung pressed tightly between you and Seonghwa’s tall frame. And seeing him squirm so much made you beam.

After giving some instructions and a wad of cash to the front of the car, Seonghwa leaned back in his seat. Gesturing for the chauffeur driver to roll the partition up before looking out to the city streets through tinted windows.

Buzzing with excitement, you didn’t let a beat pass you by. Crossing your leg up and over Wooyoung’s knee with a smile. The fox scoffed gently, nodding to your husband, still wary to do much without the big grouchy cat's go-ahead. His hand squeezed at your knee before anxiously detaching.

You would need to change that.

You smiled with a look of I'll deal with this, before hooking your finger into Wooyoung’s collar, wriggling the tie loosely free with a kiss to his hot ear. Wooyoung was so responsive; moaning softly as his hands rested in fists at his crotch.

“Y/N.” Seonghwa’s deep and stern voice spoke loudly into the otherwise quiet back seats.

He didn't even need to look to know who initiated the mischief. But you couldn’t help yourself. Your heel slipped off as your thigh hung over Wooyoung’s opening legs even further. Giggling against his shoulder, and causing general trouble.

Seonghwa’s sharp gaze turned to find you testing his limits.

“What - everyone’s still in their pants aren’t they?” You hummed softly, smoothing over Wooyoung's clothed and growing cock to permeate your point. Wooyoung moaned openly, head hitting back against the seat.

At Seonghwa’s lack of response, you giggled. He was wrapped around your finger and he loathed to admit it.

Wooyoung’s ears had grown immensely red. Laughing nervously as he turned to look at the taller male. “Do you want us to stop?”

A beat of silence spread in the back seat.

Tension was tangible as Seonghwa peered over at the two of you fully. But to your complete and utter bemusement; the feline moved to grip at the nape of Wooyoung's mid-length hair, kissing him firmly and with intent like a wave crashing at the rocks of an unexpecting cliff.

Wooyoung whined softly, body shifting to face the taller male better before responding in equal measure. Seonghwa’s kiss started with working open Wooyoung’s pursed lips but ended with the younger writhing in his seat as he sucked on Wooyoung’s tongue, lips clashing and gripping tight onto his blazer.

Seonghwa broke the kiss with a deep purr rattling against his chest before it settled.

"No." He purred loudly and deeply, peering at you watching from the corner of his eyes as he smoothed his palm over Wooyoung’s tail.

Wooyoung practically melted, yipping softly as you smoothed your hand up his thigh, slinking up against him to rub the pressing hard-on in his fitted trousers.

Wooyoung cried out, gripping your arm weakly. The combined movements of grinding against your palm in his seat, your wet tongue in his right ear, mixed with Seonghwa’s heavy pine scent and heavy palms feeling wherever he could, made Wooyoung practically pant with need.

“Y-you guys, f-fuck - I’m gonna come in m-my f-fucking pants, f-fuck -” Wooyoung tried to whisper but ended with a strong wanton wobbly whine as Seonghwa gripped his throat to pull him into a kiss. Pressing against his pulse points as he whimpered.

You cooed softly, relenting your hot tongue against his ear to mumble. “Feeling that desperate, beautiful? All cared for in the back seat of the car? It’s okay, you can come, baby. In fact… I'd actually like that. D’you think you could cum for us angel? Show us how handsome you are when you cum in your pants in the back of this ride? So naughty ~ Can't even hold yourself together!”

Seonghwa pulled away to let him nod and gasp a breath, saliva strung between swollen lips. The feline smiled at you. Almost in awe. Mostly in an anxious plea for you to quit pushing boundaries. You simply smiled back with a giggle. He enjoyed seeing you have fun, every so often. And you were enjoying yourself greatly. So he remained trusting.

"Y-yeah - can cum -" Wooyoung's high-pitched whines pulled both of you back into the space.

You fondly kissed Wooyoung’s flush cheek before quickly asking, “What do you need baby?”

Wooyoung whined, chest heaving as he struggled to find the words, stuttering a quick “M-mouth - p-please -” before glancing between the two of you.

Hmm, that was on the line. No public sex was one of Seonghwa’s rules, as much as you had tried to push it.

"Since you asked so nicely."

But it seemed like even Seonghwa could be swayed; the dark patch of precum at Wooyoung’s lap along with his incessant whining and wriggling and rocking of his thighs all causing Seonghwa to nod at you.

“Fabric only, bun.” He reminded you, voice leisurely now that he had loosened up.

Pressing an air kiss on your fingers to your beloved for granting you your wish, you wasted no time in moving to bend over Wooyoung’s already spread knees, Seonghwa gripping the fox’s thigh up and over his own like you had done before, only at a higher angle. This allowed for more reach, a solid swipe of your tongue at the underside of his clothed balls making him whine; until you covered him with your mouth entirely.

Wooyoung sure was loud.

Seonghwa purred softly in response to his growing yips, angling his head to kiss directly down onto Wooyoung. The angle let him push his tongue further into his mouth, hand free to roam his chest and rub at his nipples from underneath the pressed shirt.

It didn’t take very long for Wooyoung to come, and it was pretty hard. Despite it being mostly heavy petting; from all the stimuli he came so hard his nerves fried to the ends. Moaning against Seonghwa until he tapped out, body resting against the feline's torso and thighs, shaking slightly.

After a few breaths, he regained himself, shaking off the daze cutely, with a groan.

“I can’t believe you guys made me cream my pants. Like some kind of sad horny high-school kid.”

At his sad tone, you tutted softly. Turning his face to place a delicate kiss on his lips.

"But you looked so desperate all worked up for me!"

Wooyoung’s breath caught in his throat, and that’s when you noticed his hands resting under his thighs this entire time. You cocked your head slightly, but Seonghwa was quicker.

“Baby boy -" Seonghwa hummed softly, "do you like constraints? You could have asked, I’m wearing a belt.”

Wooyoung blushed hard, hanging his head with a shy laugh.

“Ah - sorry - I guess - I never thought to ask…” You smiled with a gentle laugh. Allowing the street lights to hit the inside of the car with a break of silence.

But the back of the car was soaked in hormones and pheromones. Seonghwa eyed the way you rubbed your thighs together from the other side carefully; purring softly in admiration as you turned to continue your fun.

“You looked so pretty when you came Woo-ie.” Wooyoung softened at your timid compliment, so honest and genuine that even Seonghwa smiled with a nod.

Wooyoung snickered, looking up at you with a shit-eating grin. Uh oh, you thought.

“I imagine you’d look even prettier sucking one of our cocks off properly.”

You wanted to cringe, but it was funny. Even Seonghwa rolled his eyes as he let out an unbelieving laugh, flicking Wooyoung’s ears in a correcting manner.

“You’re so crude, Woo.” Seonghwa laughed, unoffended as long as you were. “I could have gone my whole life without hearing that.”

“Are you saying she doesn’t look good choking on your cock?” Wooyoung poked, giggling.

Seonghwa scoffed. “Wouldn’t you like to know? Brat.”

The two men glared at each other like boys making a bet; tenderness almost forgotten, if it wasn’t for the pink tint to their lips. You cleared your throat, causing them both to break the tension.

“Not my preferred activity, I’m afraid.”

Wooyoung hummed. “I could tell.”

Two ear pulls and a yelp later, the three of you settled into easy empty chatter in the back of the car. You were nearing home, and midnight, unable to deny the ache resting heavily in your bones.

———————–

You couldn't have arrived home sooner.

Your hands remain tangled with Wooyoung’s as Seonghwa guided your little train out of the lift and into your swish and high-rise apartment. Your grip on his sleeve had been tightening by the second.

"I can tell you’re excited, my beautiful bun," Seonghwa mumbled against your hair, ignored by a nosey Wooyoung as he pulled you into his chest at the door to allow the curious fox into your home space.

"I'm having fun too."

Your husband twirled his finger around the base of your fluffy tail, purring at your moans. With softened eyes he smiled at the kiss on his cheek, watching with warmth in his chest as you moved away on bouncy limbs to smooth your palms over Wooyoung’s solid blazer shoulders.

He seemed to realise he could be encroaching upon your home, your fluid movements around his body pulling him into the room. “Coat please!” You giggled at his blinking shy face.

"It's so nice in here, like really stunning." He mumbled absently as he let you take his coat from him.

"Thank you, kit. Shoes off please." You smiled at his quick return to the door; kicking off his shoes at your guidance. You and Seonghwa did the same.

"Would you like a drink? Toilet? Any food?" Seonghwa asked at leisure; seeming to be more at ease in his own space.

Wooyoung became entranced as the large feline moved gracefully towards the small kitchen. Blazer removed and slack straps tight against his shoulder blades. You'd be lying if you said that sight ever got old, or you had to force a breath yourself.

"Umm - err, no, I'm good?"

At the fluctuation in his tone, you giggled, moving to stand by his side in the entryway.

"You sure? We're in no rush."

With your soft tone and patient smile, Wooyoung began to ease. Something just felt right. Like he had to jump this train while he still had the chance.

"Water would be great." Seonghwa nodded from his resting place on the counter, pausing only at your tut and raised brow.

"Please." Seonghwa heard over his shoulder, smiling to himself as he continued moving to grab the cold water out of the fridge.

"I never took you as a sub, Woo." Seonghwa voiced as he skidded the new bottle over the counter, sitting on the opposite side of the island to the two of you. Wooyoung caught the bottle with fast reflexes.

Sitting close to Wooyoung was your way of providing some grounding. Ironic, considering any other bunny would be quivering in this position. Your foot tapped at Seonghwa’s legs, sharing a smile of content. He reached to rub at your calf discreetly, with wide warm palms.

"Ah, I don't think I'm that much of a submissive person, to be honest."

Seonghwa curled a brow. "You don't?"

Wooyoung squirmed in his seat, his tail still curled between your thigh and his. Although he was comfortable, he still seemed hesitant to implore further. Cautiously, you began combing at the rough fur of his bushy tail, as silence rang out between the men. It seemed to ground him.

"No." He stated, quietly. Watching your faces and allowing a pause to make sure you weren't there to ridicule him. His ears folded.

"I enjoy being a brat in real life. But when it comes to -" His voice wobbled, before a gulp. "- this, sex, I sort of just do what feels right."

"A switch?" You offered quietly. Smiling as both sets of eyes swivelled over to you. Seonghwa smiled with a loving deepness while Wooyoung nodded sheepishly.

"Yeah." He thumbed at the cold bottle numbing his hand. Crinkling the plastic and rolling the label up over the ridges. "Most people seem to be so stuck on having power roles these days. Stupid labels." He shrugged. "I just do what feels best really. It's just a shame that most girls prefer being taken care of. Or, tend to be overly submissive, I guess."

You and Seonghwa shared a look.

"I think it's bad to generalise." You hummed, sickly sweet and suddenly close. Leaning your body closer to his. Hand reaching over to the back of his seat. Sheltered between you and the counter. "But I'd agree; stereotypes exist for a reason."

Ah. Wooyoung’s ears twitched as his eyes met Seonghwa. The feline's lips curled into a smile of amusement. As the unspoken question hung in the air, you took the opportunity to bite at Wooyoung’s earlobe.

He moaned softly, keening into your body. Seonghwa however, moved to take the water from Wooyoung’s white-fisted grip. Carefully unscrewing the bottle, before moving away to find a glass.

Your hot tongue against and around Wooyoung's ears flared them red once more, despite the black and white speckled fur as a foundation. You couldn't help yourself; releasing a small squeak of excitement when his hand met your inner knee. His fingers spread wide and moved towards your core pretty and carefully as his hand slowly hiked your dress.

Sitting back down with a glass full of cold water, Seonghwa’s lips remain upturned. Taking Wooyoung’s hand still on the counter to clasp around the glass.

"Have you ever fucked a rabbit hybrid before, Wooyoung?" Seonghwa asked aloud.

The question was both innocent and damning; alluring and striking. Despite his genuine and light curiosity, Seonghwa’s voice was deep and heavy.

Wooyoung blinked for a second before a sly grin twitched up out of the abyss. His leg jumped slightly as you moved to lick and nip at his jaw towards his neck, resting your body weight on his thigh via one solid hand. It ached a little, but he didn't seem to mind.

"No. But I've heard their stamina is insane. Very breedable." His giggle melded with a yipping sound, making you squeak quietly against him in natural response. Seonghwa’s ears softened at the sound before his mind refocused.

"Oh?"

Seonghwa hummed, his hands resting over Wooyoung’s. Playing with his fingers against the glass and making the fox's chest beat that little bit faster.

"Y-yeah." Wooyoung complied. Eyes dropping to the glass in his hands. His hand twitched in response to your shuffling, in a hurry to pull your chairs closer. As Wooyoung moved to help, the older male made a disapproving sound.

"Eyes on me, please." Wooyoung nodded quickly, stiffening his spine with a newly set agenda. "Y/N gets easily distracted."

As if to prove his point your attention switched from Wooyoung’s soft honey skin to sliding a palm into his tight slacks. It was far too easy. Riling him up. Seonghwa ran his thumb over Wooyoung’s knuckle, pressing him to hold the glass.

Wooyoung’s soft moans and gulps were nothing compared to the dip of his eyes and twitching fingers from the sensation of your warm hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

"Do you usually cum so fast Woo?" You giggled into his neck cheekily, using just your experience to spread his already sticky member into comfortable lubrication.

Wooyoung whined in humiliation as Seonghwa frowned.

"That's not very nice, bun. Don't be a brat."

"Sorry, just curious." You giggled, a tight tug to the base of Wooyoung’s cock and a kiss to the cheek serving as plenty enough compensation.

"Plus," You sang, nuzzling Wooyoung’s pretty hair, "I think he likes it."

Seonghwa chose not to respond. If he played into your games then Wooyoung would be drained dry within the next hour. He remembered him saying he wants kids someday.

"Where were we?" The feline hummed softly.

It was a rhetorical question; you all knew that. But it didn't stop Wooyoung from trying to answer.

"Easily distracted. Noted."

Seonghwa smiled softly. Ears curling back in a genuine expression of pride.

"Good." He purred. Breaking eye contact to let the younger breathe for a moment. Turning the heat off to allow Wooyoung to refocus on your slow and lazy movements around his cock. Wooyoung was very slowly burning up a coil in his gut and you were squirming in excitement. Pressing hot and messy kisses against his ear and jaw.

"Are you happy to follow the traffic light system?" Seonghwa asked. Voice softer than before. Thumb turning the ring on Wooyoung’s thumb.

The younger one nodded confidently.

"Red. Amber. Green. All known and used. Fine with me."

"Good." Seonghwa purred again, eyes piercing into the fox so much so that he felt breathless. "Any hard limits?"

Wooyoung's breath caught as your hand jerked suddenly. He fought to not move his eyes, but they fuzzed over as soon as your fingers hooked around the head of his cock, member now free from his slacks via your skilled unbuttoning and being teased relentlessly.

"Sorry," You giggled. "Lost my balance ~"

"Eyes up, Woo." Seonghwa mumbled softly, dismissing you entirely. “This is important.” Wooyoung refocused, clearing his throat as his hand retraced from your thigh to grip at his knee.

"Umm - limits? No, not really. Just nothing painful. Nothing bad. Like really bad."

You giggled, nose twitching as your tail bounced within Seonghwa’s peripheral vision. "But you're bad, Woo!"

Wooyoung’s laugh was sharp and high-pitched, making Seonghwa’s ears shoot back.

"That's - understandable." The feline answered louder than before. Pressuring you with his aura until you nuzzled into the fox's neck once more. Planning your next move while your husband was distracted.

"I'm not fond of pain either. And bun bun hates restricted visibility - bad for prey types by nature. It's just good to know before we accidentally run into anything -"

Seonghwa is cut off by a loud whining yowl from Wooyoung, ears back and leg jumping to hit up against the solid counter with a solid thump. Your other hand had joined at Wooyoung’s cock; massaging his balls while the other worked him into a squelching mess.

"That’s quite enough, bun." The feline purred deeply. Gentle in tone, but still an order. "You'll milk him dry otherwise."

You huffed softly. Ears flopping back as a pout formed on your face. At your lack of pause, the feline frowned, slapping your thigh from under the table with a firm, cold palm that pulled your spine and tail up straight in shock. Your body retracted into itself on instinct; hands shooting to protect your chest and knees pulling up before slowly being lowered back down in shame.

"I-I was so fucking close…" Wooyoung whined. Panting as his chest heaved with taught and building tension now trapped in his aching abdomen. You pouted at your husband under your lashes.

But Seonghwa stayed silent. His nose pinched high in annoyance; eyes flicking over you in distaste. And ears folded back against his head.

In a swift upward momentum, Seonghwa moved to stand. Walking around the island to stand in front of Wooyoung. Wooyoung curled under his gaze, tail pulling against his body and covering his cock and hips.

The ice clinked against the glass in Seonghwa’s hand. The item raised in what seemed to be slow motion up to the fox hybrid’s mouth. Wooyoung quickly held the glass steady with his fingertips as the rim rested against his lip, breath cut short from the felines aura and height over his smaller frame.

Seonghwa tugged his sleeves to his elbows. Unbuttoned and a mess; the cuff surrounding his bicep moved as his spare hand gripped Wooyoung’s face. Jaw slack as pressure forced his mouth open from either cheek. He released a small whine, Seonghwa’s tail flicking harshly at his calves.

“Drink.” Seonghwa prompted. “Should help your stamina, if bun hasn’t already ruined it.” Gaze set and unwavering. Wooyoung nodded as much as he could; Seonghwa’s hand loosening to card through the younger boy's hair.

You took this moment to whip away from your chair, padding around in a billow of silk to approach Seonghwa’s side. His eyes remained focused on Wooyoung, tightening his grip to tip his head and the drip backwards. But his ear swivelled to follow your body, tail curling against you as you used a grip on his shoulder to kiss his cheek sweetly. The short purr and flick of his felt ear told you that you were forgiven, for the most part.

Pulling away, the sight in front of you was mesmerizing.

“You’re so handsome Woo ~” You called gently, arms circling your husband’s waist. “Hwa loves pampering - it’s one of his favourite things ~” You sang, nuzzling at said male's arm with quiet squeaks.

Wooyoung stuttered a null response, sputtering the water from his lips to spill from the edges of his mouth and down the exposed length of his throat. It was so beautifully sinful.

“Easy. Breathe. I’ve got you.”

Seonghwa pulled the glass back, allowing Wooyoung to hold his wrist as he regained himself.

Seonghwa glared down at you until you hid your smile in his arm; so giddy to work both with and against him.

Once Wooyoung had caught his breath, Seonghwa clinked the ice in the glass, the fox’s nod and small "Green." signalling his will to continue the game.

“Good boy.” Seonghwa buzzed, Wooyoung’s ears folded more pleasantly this time as he relaxed into Seonghwa’s control. Trusting the feline to tip his head back and hold the glass steady as the rest was tipped at a steady flow, gulping as much as he could until it hit a rhythm that seemed to last forever; ice cubes tapping against his lips as water flowed out of his mouth.

Breathing through his nose, he allowed the pooling cold liquid to wash up out of his lips and over his hot neck, soaking the fabric of his pressed white shirt. Over his hot skin and down his wrists and fingers and forearms; down to his hot abdomen until it tapped at the floor from one long stream down his cheek.

Wooyoung gasped shallow breaths as the water ran out and the glass was pulled away. Seonghwa released the grip on his hair and Wooyoung dipped forward, all the blood rushing to his head.

“That was hot as fuck.” He choked, coughing slightly with a newfound kink.

Seonghwa set the glass aside, focus back on you at last.

“You’re being so bad, bun.” He hummed, disappointment was evident in his tone as he dipped to meet your lips, his hand bracing the back of your hair. The kiss was open but soft, your bite at his plump lips causing him to sigh, pecking at his lips before he pulled away to purr down at you.

But your smile melted hearts.

And he eventually relented after a kiss to the edge of his lips, then another on top of his smile.

“Such a fiend, little bunny.” The sound of his deep voice melted through the vibration of his deep purr. Seonghwa’s hands lay solid on your waist. Meanwhile, your own hand had begun to tug at the annoying barrier restricting you from moving much further into your husband's body; ready to jump his bones if it wasn’t for the frustrating buttons laying at his waist.

Seonghwa airily laughed at your huffs of frustration, and the lop ears twitching back against your relaxing curls. He nuzzled your hairline instead, pinching the soft fur of your ear between his thumb and forefinger and rubbing in circles.

“Go sit on the island for me, my love. Wooyoung can help you up there if you can’t reach.”

You whined but ultimately moved away with a roll of your eyes and a pout once you knew he wasn’t going to budge from your pleading.

Wooyoung met you as you turned, stealing a kiss from you that left you breathless; lifting you by the hips onto the counter with surprising ease. To your amusement, he remained cheeky until your dress was manoeuvred up and under your hips, his lips never detaching from your own and hands finding purchase on your ass.

His palm swiped at your thigh, causing you to squeak and jolt with a twitching nose. Wooyoung's foxish laugh echoed through you in glee, causing you to laugh in coyness as his hands explored every inch of your lower half.

Seonghwa came to the other side of the thin counter, slack suspenders pulled down and shirt tugged over his head. You would never get tired of that view; legs wrapping around Wooyoung’s hips as he kissed open red marks on the unclaimed side of your neck.

Wooyoung’s hands slipped from your calf up to the back of your knee; encouraging you to tip backwards in faith as your thighs tapped your arms. Tipping back into a trust fall, your husband's warm and solid chest met your shoulder blades, head crease tucked perfectly against the curve of his collarbone.

“Hello, love.” He purred softly into your cheek, ears folded back as his hands glided across the counter to find purchase at your wrists, pulling them behind your back in a firm grip.

Wooyoung’s hands had been running over your skin, trying to find a sensitive spot, before his luck was found at your pelvic bone.

His hands trailed over the faux panty line created by the thong string, further massaging with gentle pressure until your hips tweaked and small noises escaped from you, Wooyoung chuckling before relenting. Instead, he moved to push the silk up over your chest, held by Seonghwa’s spare hand.

The fabric gripped between his knuckles reminded you of the marble sculptures in your art studies; distracted by his face at this angle and huffing in an effort to nuzzle his warm honey skin. He chuckled down at you, kissing your eyelids before the attention was stolen back by the fox.

“Do you trust me?” Wooyoung asked with a wicked grin on his face. Despite your best wishes, your heart told you to trust him.

“Yes, of course.” You mumbled quietly, cheeks flushed at the power switch. In this position, you were very much at the will of the two men. And even more so put out by the smirk on Seonghwa’s face.

“Good.” He laughed, brandishing two ice cubes and twirling them between deft fingers.

The slow torture began with the cubes in one hand gliding over the inside of your hot thighs; kept apart by Wooyoung’s hips and willpower alone. He didn’t seem to mind how much you moved or made cute clipped sounds of joy as he separated the cubes into separate hands.

His eyes stayed trained on your body's reaction; running the cubes over your pubic bone just to hear you plead quietly for movement. Seonghwa shushed you, kissing at your temple with a solid thrumming purr vibrating against your back.

Moving upwards, you twitched at the cubes on your stomach.

Wooyoung proved himself true as a kind boy and not a sadist; choosing to swipe his tongue against your nipples as a warm-up to the ice. It lessened your surprise as he plopped a cube into his mouth, hardly having to bend at the counter due to his height as his mouth met your chest.

He started slow. Kissing everywhere but where you truly wanted him. Around your breasts, under your ribs and even up against your collarbone. All until you cried out softly against the cold air of the kitchen fan making you shiver.

“Could you quit moving so much - sit still for me, pretty bunny.” Seonghwa purred, biting softly at the base of your ear to keep you grounded for as long as he could maintain the pressure. You whimpered in response, shuffling to push your chest up, but keeping your spine locked in obedient focus.

Wooyoung laughed, bouncing an “Alright princess ~” against your skin before his lips found purchase around your nipple.

Your nose twitched at the same pace as your thighs hiked up high to Wooyoung’s ribs. He grazed his teeth against your nipple before releasing the ice from his cheek and spare hand, enveloping you in a shocking coldness at the same time as his hips ground down at a mind-tingling angle against your clothed core.

Pulling away from your chest far too soon, Wooyoung laughed heartily at your fucked out expression, crunching the ice in his mouth with a wink. You pouted, about to huff a long string of curse words before your husband released the silk; allowing it to billow down and over your waist and the side suddenly. Like lapping water, it hit Wooyoung’s wrist’s on your hip bones.

The aesthetic of the scene overwhelmed you for a moment, before Seonghwa’s nose at your temple turned into pressed kisses at your cheek, down your jaw. Wooyoung seemed unbothered by the dress, pulling up a bar stool chair behind him to sit and curl the fabric up against your waist.

“You smell so fucking tasty bunny.” Wooyoung mumbled as his ears pulled back, seemingly speaking to himself in fascination.

You jumped slightly as Wooyoung’s arms slipped up and under your hips to tug you forward very slightly, nose pressing unabashedly to the small squared fabric of your lace thong and inhaling deeply at a slow pace. Your cheeks burned, never having it commented on before by your stoic partner.

“Tastes even better.” Seonghwa practically growled against your ear through reverberating teeth, making you shiver and moan softly.

“I do?” You whimpered, earning a bite at your lopped ears from your husband. A yes on his behalf.

Wooyoung laughed a subdued “I don’t doubt it.” before he went back to the task at hand; hooking your thighs up over his biceps and resting his elbows on the counter. He licked at the skin on either side of your vagina. Deliberately taking his time and biting at the juncture of your thighs and hip on two separate upward slopes.

But when he did eventually hook your thong aside with his thumbs and place his still cool tongue onto your folds, you immediately melted against your husband's chest. At your sharp responsive whine, Seonghwa met your awaiting mouth. Lazily slipping his tongue into your mouth to subdue the urge of sucking something that he knew you for far too well.

Wooyoung kept a steady palm on your hips to keep you stationery but generally found your twitches totally adorable. An actual predator would hold their prey until they stopped twitching; and in Wooyoung’s mind, he imagined it worked in quite the same way, if only for sex. He intended to make you move until you no longer could.

He groaned instantly as he lapped slowly between your folds, sucking at the hood of your clit to release quickly on a repeating cycle. He could already tell you were easy to work up at a quick pace; learning the rumours about bunnies were actually true. Prone to coming multiple times at a fast pace.

Wooyoung watched your stomach flex as you moaned into Seonghwa’s mouth, pulling away for air finally to whine “Please don’t stop, ngh - Please Woo-ie …”. The feline behind you nudged your head back up against his shoulder to suck at the sensitive bruise that started this whole mess.

“Fingers. Tail. Don't stop until she cries.” Seonghwa huffed in an impossibly low tone, directed at the fox making a meal of you below. Not that you heard anyways; eyes squeezed shut and hips grinding against Wooyoung’s mouth as he followed through his motions.

The fox hummed, pulling away with a pop to chuckle. “On it.” Exchanging a dark look with the feline before winking. Trust me, it said.

Seonghwa smiled back. I do, it whispered.

Wooyoung worked fast; fingers skilled and tongue even more so. The past few minutes seemed like mere child play now; circling your entrance with his tongue before sinking two readily accepted thin fingers into your heat, the immediate squelching sound making you sigh, Seonghwa’s purr loud and solid against your cheeks.

His tongue moved to lap in quick succession at an angle up towards your clit; until he eventually figured out where it was and the best angle you responded to. After some gentle scissoring, his fingers hooked up and stroked at your upper walls on every motion outwards, brushing against your g spot on every other stroke.

At a particularly loud and long whine, your body flinched to move inwards, Wooyoung taking this as a sign to firmly grab at your tiny curled tail, tugging and holding it away from your body with enough force for you to come apart instantly. Tears sprung past your eyes as your nerves turned into a live wire, body shaking and whining. Wooyoung worked you through it; moving away as your whines grew sharp and your thighs rested back on his biceps.

Your eyes remained unfocused after your first orgasm; the unspun wire in your gut pulling back to quickly constrict into a tight and intense coil once again. “Ngh - fuck - please don’t stop baby - so good…” Wooyoung laughed, shaking his head before going straight back to work.

His touches were less intense than before but just as enthusiastic. Using his fingers to hook upwards while Seonghwa held your squirming torso upright. Lips wrapped around your clit in a consistent sucking pressure with a flicking tongue that had you seeing stars. You cried out, body tensing until your second orgasm pulled a heat over your body strong enough to make you shiver from head to curled toe. You quickly shuffled away to grab a breather after the peak quickly fell.

Seonghwa shushed your tears of pure joy, kissing at your cheeks and purring at your newly released hands searching instantly for his own against your ribs.

“Easy, bun. I've got you." He whispered, torso and hands holding you upright as he looked towards Wooyoung with a pleased smile.

“You ate her alive. Good job Woo, I'm impressed.” By this point, Seonghwa was aching for any release, happy to observe but reaching his limit. His voice was slightly strained, though only you could tell. “Usually people stop after the first wave.”

“What can I say - I’m greedy.” Like a fox that just caught a chicken; Wooyoung swiped his chin and mouth, licking his gums in glee.

“Well fuck - you were right - she tastes even better than she smells, Hwa.”

Seonghwa laughed softly, quietly enjoying the fox’s boyish charm.

“I know, right. Like sweetened almonds?”

“Yeah! Exactly like almonds! But, like, the sugar paste stuff?”

“Marzipan, I believe it’s called, in that form.” Seonghwa hummed, admiring the sheen to Wooyoung’s brow and his dishevelled hair. His loosened tie and rolled up sleeves. He was a very handsome guy, with an air about him that would usually make the elder anxious. But for now, in this scenario, he was very amused.

“More, please.” A quiet voice muffled.

Both eyes shot down towards you as your thighs quivered, lowering back down to cautiously rest beside Wooyoung’s hips. The fox smiled, exchanging a look with the cat behind you. His palms glided up and down your thighs, shushing you before humming with thought.

“I want to come again.” It was your own voice, if a little distant. Pleading and full of need. “Please. Want it.”

Wooyoung laughed loud and high-pitched, scrunching his nose as his hands patted your hips. "So soon? Aren't you sensitive?"

Seonghwa smiled dotingly. "We've got a few more rounds before that sets in. She can take it. Can't you bun?"

He kissed your cheek as you nodded quickly, before finally releasing your hands and pulling away to grasp at the pooling fabric at your hips. The material swooshed up and over your head, your husband leaving the dress shoved onto one of the still-parked bar stool seats. You would have a hell of a time ironing that later.

Seonghwa’s hands slipped over your ribs. Running circles at your side almost by habit. Wooyoung’s eyes softened as he explored you one more time, fully.

“On your stomach, angel.” Wooyoung jerked his chin upwards, meeting Seonghwa’s pleased expression behind your shoulder at this sudden, confident demand. Your mind took a second to catch up before you gulped, nodding in a dazed fashion.

While Seonghwa tugged you back by the armpits, Wooyoung playfully grabbed your calves to slide you back over the counter with a friction-induced squeak. They didn't let you turn over alone; instead, they manhandled you to flip over onto your belly like a fish, with all the blood rushing to your ears as they blushed a deep pink behind white fur; the cold counter making you shiver.

Wooyoung’s palms smoothed over the curve of your ass and your spine, Seonghwa taking a moment to delicately remove your earrings. Your heart swooned. You had practically forgotten they existed.

Wooyoung had tugged you back slightly, enough so your knees hit the open space under the island. Leaving your ass up and without much to support you other than his newly clothed hips pressing against your naked thighs. And the moments where you had taken note of his cock - beautiful and curved, not too big but not too small either, really quite pretty; like him - all came to mind as his hard-on pressed into your skin.

“You usually cum so fast, bunny? I know I'm good, but that was a fucking record.” Wooyoung snickered, swiping a palm over your backside.

Seonghwa laughed softly before a sound permeated by a yelp told you of the yanked ear above you.

"Still rude." He corrected in a lazy tone. "Brat."

You had yelped at the sudden smack at your behind, nose and tail twitching as your hands reached forward to impatiently attempt the feline's slacks a second time. You tugged and pulled dumbly, yet nothing would give.

Seonghwa peered down at you, watching patiently. Entirely amused and not interested in helping, instead watching as your face melded into something sinful at Wooyoung’s fingers slipping back into you so easily.

Seonghwa smiled at your expression, thumb brushing over your cheek as his fingers curled under your chin. Eyes focused on your face as Wooyoung added a third finger, your whines and softly creased brow muffled by your effort to pull Seonghwa’s clothes off of him so desperately.

"Hwa - off - please - don't be - mean." You all but whined, huffing each word in annoyance.

Finally, his larger hands gently peeled yours away. Unclipping one side to reveal a hidden zip. The bastard buttons weren’t even real, you mentally cursed.

Chuckling, he moved to tug his slacks and boxers off and eventually away, after some more consistent whining, just to see you beg.

Seonghwa’s hands found purchase threaded into the back of your hair. And with Wooyoung’s patient and tactful scissoring, your hips twitched for more. He leaned his head back and sighed loudly as you licked up his thick shaft; not interested in doing anything other than sinking your mouth down onto him. Seonghwa groaned softly as his hips rocked shallowly against your lazily sucking mouth; the hair on the back of his neck standing on edge at your gentle cupping and the way you massaged his balls.

“Don't you want to take those tight clothes off, kit?” Seonghwa purred loudly; something similar to a vibrating radiator. “Let’s see that toned body you’re so fond of, hmm? Must be uncomfortable in those slacks. Don’t be shy."

Wooyoung moaned aloud in response to Seonghwa’s deep and alluring tone, ears folded to the side and tail curled as he left your body to quickly pull his clothes off.

At your whines of being left to balance alone, the fox shushed you. As Wooyoung moved back, he paused. Hands resting on your hips to bask in Seonghwa’s attention and he licked his lips, looking the younger male over.

“Beautiful, Wooyoung.” Seonghwa’s compliment was genuine; washing Wooyoung over with glee. He made a small happy yipping sound before Seonghwa smiled back, nodding towards your thighs twisting together for some form of friction. The fox’s nose twitched in reaction, pupils dilating further than they had already been.

His palm reached to need your left cheek, eyes entirely focused on the wetness soaking your thighs. You hummed against Seonghwa’s heavy cock in your mouth; tail bouncing as his palm moved to the other side, seemingly only spreading you apart for the absolute slow tease.

What you couldn’t see, however, was the intense eye contact happening between the men, over the top of your beautiful body. The way Wooyoung felt up his chest. Or his hand wrapping around his cock. Using all the cum from your pettings to squeeze hard and tight around his cock. His neck flushed red, choking a little before releasing, to move forward and tap against your core.

Upon impact; you jumped. Seonghwa holding your head as you choked with a tic springing in his jaw.

“Hurry up.” He huffed, ears pulled back and tail curled around his thigh in ecstasy.

Wooyoung didn’t need much more prompting; pushing the head of his cock into your wet pussy in one fluid thrust until he bottomed out. Your loud moans caused the feline to put up a palm quickly, signalling Wooyoung to stop.

You tapped Seonghwa's hips, face pulled back by his grip on your scalp, and moaned loudly.

“Colour, bun.” He mumbled. Fully knowing you were able to take such sensitivity sparking up your spine after two quick orgasms, but wanting to hear you say it anyway.

“G-green, fuck. So good Hwa.” Spit hung between your chin and his member; mixed with precum as it dripped down his thigh. You sputtered, reaching for the edge of his hips to steady yourself. At such a filthy sight, your husband tightened his grip on your hair, lip curled into something wicked as he nodded at Wooyoung.

At the same time as Wooyoung pushed forward; back into your dripping core, Seonghwa Plunged his thick cock in one slick movement to the back of your throat. You moaned loudly, but quickly choked, Seonghwa pulling away to watch your fucked out yet concentrated face and tongue lull to the side; Wooyoung thrusting short and fast into your hot wet cunt. His grip on your thighs would leave indents but you had no want to complain.

Seonghwa’s purrs were unruly. Biting his tongue as he met your eyes.

“Gonna relax your throat for me, beautiful? Hmm?” His thumb stroking at your cheek distracts your fuzzy brain from the dick sliding hot and heavy inside you; Wooyoung in his own world as he yips and whines loudly on each thrust. Dumbly, you nodded, opening your mouth for him to take charge, fingers gripping his hips and the counter side with white knuckles.

Your muscles felt like electric jelly, tail twitching as you pulled close to yet another high. But you tried to ignore it; focusing instead on relaxing your throat for your husband and squeezing your thighs together under the counter. At this angle, it was a little hard to breathe, but you only needed your nose anyway.

Seonghwa waited until you relaxed your jaw for him; fucking your throat on a steady and careful increase. Until your moans and chips caused him to jerk forward, knocking you back into Wooyoung. He stilled as you calmed your throat, only moving once a tear slid down your cheek. Beautiful. Kind. And cruel.

“Gonna come.” Wooyoung huffed, head down and hips only focused on drilling into you. His neck flushed as he fought to catch up with the second orgasm that was ripped away from him so soon. His dick twitched inside of you; your tapping at Seonghwa’s hips causing him to pull away. He kept a tight grip on your hair as you pulled your torso up, fingers gripping the edge of the counter.

From this angle, Wooyoung hit up against your g-spot and caused an unfamiliar sound of want to spill from your throat, almost eye level with the intense feline standing in front of you.

His purrs softened, using his spare hand to wipe your mouth.

You hit the counter with your palm weakly, desperate to fall over the peak. And from the tears on your cheeks, your husband knew what you needed.

“Tail?” He whispered with care upon his lips. Your thighs and lips quivered as you whimpered a strained nod, sniffling as the fox slowed to hit deep and heavy. Seonghwa smiled, amused, but happy to wait a little longer.

Moving forward so your chest rested against his, he held you until your arms gripped at his biceps. Using his delicate fingers to trace around the base of your tail, underneath, then back up and over.

“F-fuck, I can feel - her pussy moves when you do that, Hwa -” Wooyoung’s voice was high and desperate. Seonghwa leaned his cheek against your hair to nuzzle your floppy ear over and onto your shoulder; biting down softly and holding until your body seized up, crying out.

He let go of your ear, continuing to play with your tail as Wooyoung’s tail bristled; a sure sign he was about to come.

“Cum for me. Go on. You can do it. You’ve both done so well.”

Seonghwa’s gentle prompt was the cause for both of your triumphs. Wooyoung pulled out of your pussy in quick speed to come hard and fast all over the back of your thighs and ass, moaning loudly, until his backside hit the chair pulled high behind him, entirely worn out. Seonghwa tugged you up on the counter so you didn't slip, quickly moving his hands to rub harshly at your clit. You came hard, vision going black as your body burned. Squirting ever so slightly; a first in your books.

“Good kits, both of you, hmm? So pretty.”

“You’re prettier.” You moaned softly, head fuzzy and body whirring.

As your eyes rested for a moment, a purr sounded against your ear, your cheek hitting Seonghwa’s chest. His arms reached to hook under your knees and the back of your ribs as he picked you up from the counter. “Come on, let’s go somewhere a little more comfortable.”

“Is she okay?” Wooyoung’s weak voice floated out from behind the feline, melting into his hold as he moved you all in the direction of the bedroom. His worry was evident, but Seonghwa didn’t move as his hand rested against your ankles, moving to check on your body language.

“She’s fine.” Seonghwa hummed softly, looking down at you for confirmation. “Just came very hard, a little too fast. Don’t feel bad.” The boy shared a smile, Wooyoung nodding shyly. “Colour bun?”

With a giddy-sounding laugh, you petted your sensitive ears and stretched in Seonghwa’s hold. “Green for greatness!” You giggled, humoured by the felines rolling eyes and Wooyoung’s cackling laughter.

Seonghwa carried you into the bedroom, kneeling on the bed before dropping you with a slight bounce. “Why thank you, my love.” You smiled, shuffling back against the pillows on wobbly limbs. Seonghwa followed you backwards, making your nerves spark on end as his tug on your ankles pulled you onto your back.

You squealed softly, reaching to wrap your arms around his neck, entirely content with the kisses placed over your chest and neck. Over the top of Seonghwa’s shoulders, Wooyoung looked displaced at the entrance of the bedroom. His tail curled to his crotch and his ears folded.

“Woo~” You pulled him toward you both with voice alone; nails pulling through Seonghwa’s hair as he bit at your breast. Sighing softly, Seonghwa pulled away, hands following the length of your body until he sat back on his heels. His cock sat upright and angry against his abdomen; almost as strained as his facial expression.

At the edge of the bed, Wooyoung whined softly. “I don’t think I'm of much help anymore…”

As he gestured at his obviously spent body, Seonghwa sent you a pointed look. You huffed exaggeratedly, crossing over your arms with a pout. He had warned you about milking him too fast; it had happened as soon as he had expected. Those who didn’t sleep with bunny hybrids had no idea the self-restraint of wearing their partner out first.

Well, luckily Seonghwa did. And he was patient enough to follow it through.

“Sorry.” Wooyoung huffed, deflated.

“No, don’t be… Wait there…” Seonghwa quickly intercepted, seeing that the fox was starting to pull away. His voice trailed off in thought before his brow released from an intense pinch and his palm patted your thighs in a eureka expression.

“Up, bun, please.” At his instruction, you huffed with folded arms. “Now.” Before scooting promptly out of the way.

The bed was king-sized and plenty big. But Seonghwa’s wide and tall frame took up a considerable amount of space, pulling pillows behind him to get comfortable before resting his legs in front of him. He looked far too smug for your liking.

Wooyoung watched the two of you as a spark lit between your eyes. He was pushing you to be defiant; to refuse to ride him. And you were debating your options. He was making you work for more; work to get him off, too.

“You’re mean.” You huffed, finally moving to straddle his thighs. “You know I don’t like this position…”

You knew this feeling, knew it very well. But it still didn’t help curb the strength of it as it washed over you and down to your core as your smaller body climbed over him. Seonghwa purred through open lips, pinching your chin to push a thumb against your bottom lip.

“You don’t like it because you’re spoiled, Y/N. And you’re lucky I love serving you.”

Your body betrayed you as his other hand gripped the base of your tail, making you jump in a deep heat of arousal, glare completely dropped from your face. Smiling with sly eyes, Seonghwa released you, leaning back.

His palm tapped your thighs again. “Turn around for me, love.”

You turned with a grumble. Reaching out for Wooyoung to join you between Seonghwa’s legs. He moved after the feline's smile and nod, but almost fell over at your high-pitched sudden moan at Seonghwa pulling your hips back to enter your well-lubed pussy. But he was still a stretch. Larger than Wooyoung in every sense. Sitting back, with Seonghwa’s grip forcing your movement, you whimpered at the feeling of bottoming out.

“Woo-ie ~” You moaned, reaching for his shoulders to tug him closer.

Seonghwa watched with heavy eyes and a twitching cock as you ground down on him; tugging the fox closer to kiss together so messily, no minds involved as Wooyoung’s hands immediately took purchase at your chest. You moaned into Wooyoung’s mouth endlessly, not doing much other than grinding your clit down against Seonghwa’s pubic bone, happy to be full and tingling again.

He stretched his legs so his knees were beside Wooyoung’s shoulders, legs spread pretty wide for this position and causing him to hit even deeper. Wooyoung moved one hand to fondle Seonghwa’s balls, cradling them and then moving gently, causing a muscle to jump in his leg.

With grit teeth and a deep rumbling purr, Seonghwa’s hand swiped sharply over your sore backside. “Start hopping, bun bun.”

But it worked. Spurring you to move; setting a pace in motion with his hand gripping at your love handles. Albeit, you were weak in the knees from being split open, but you rode him with as much as you could give. All the while kissing lazily with the fox in front of you.

There was no chance he had anything else to give, but he was happy to watch.

Curious, he pulled on Seonghwa’s tail.

Seonghwa bucked up with a loud yowl, causing you to cry out in pleasure, Wooyoung laughed loudly and almost fell back in shock.

“Shit - sorry Hwa -”

“Never pull - a cat - ngh - fuck - a cat’s - tail!” You managed dumbly between now-met thrusts, honestly grateful that Wooyoung had spurred the feline to move. He simply laughed, sitting back to watch you.

“Fuck - you guys… You look so good together. Fuck… If I was going to get hard again, now would be the time, but I’m afraid -”

You could tell Seonghwa was close. Squeaking and squirming in joy as he finally moved, like you knew he was bound to do. He ultimately cut off Wooyoung’s rambling by sitting up and pushing your chest into the bed, hands pressing to bend your waist. His tail curled wildly, thrusting at a deep and fast pace with laboured breaths.

“S-shit, look what, y-you’ve done~ Sensitive kitty~” You sang as your toes curled, hands massaging at your ears. Seonghwa’s grunts were small and punctuated, causing you to grind back against him every time he stilled. You knew he was trying to pull it out for as long as possible; but with this much build-up, you knew he needed it as much as you did.

And as your walls fluctuated against his dick, he grabbed at your tail harshly, stilling the movement of his hips to feel you come around him; moans loud and pressed as you milked him for what he was worth.

Seonghwa held you up by the tail as your muscles melted into the bed; but your hips were still twitching to move against him, even after your high. He was sensitive, so moaned softly, but knew what you could provide.

“I know you have one more in you bun.” He said through grit teeth, ears pulled back and neck back also to stop from collapsing. “Hurry, before I go soft.”

Wooyoung jumped at the chance to help. He lay on his stomach to be able to reach your face, holding both your ears behind your face to kiss passionately. You struggled to keep up; but with Seonghwa holding you up by the tail and pinching your clit, you came one last time. Squeezing your eyes shut and grinding against him until the sensitivity finally struck. Body shaking in waves as Seonghwa moved away to find a towel; leaving Wooyoung to place your cheek on his thigh and comb your hair gently.

“See -” You huffed weakly, reaching to intertwine a hand with yours. “- I knew you’d enjoy this.”

Seonghwa returned with a damp edge of a towel, wiping softly at your thighs as he smiled at your statement. “Was that for Woo? Or me, my love?”

“Mmmm…” You mumbled, eyes drooping as Wooyoung scratched at the base of your ear, hands heavy and grounding on your spinning head. “Yeah… S’mthing like that Hwa…”

“I see.” The feline smiled. Contentment spread from eye to eye. “Shower or bath, kit?”

Wooyoung blinked before mumbling a response. “Oh - are - are you guys okay with me staying?”

“Of course.” Seonghwa smiled graciously. Lips curling as his lips usually did. “It was fun, and nice to see you in a new light, Woo. We’d love for you to stay; if you wouldn’t mind? Possibly do this again in the future. See where things take us.”

Wooyoung nodded quickly. “Yeah, shit, I’d love to.”

Seonghwa chuckled. “Good. Bun will be pleased.”

Wooyoung looked down, indeed welcomed by your sleeping face and puttering lips. Fingers caught in his knuckles and your body curled into a loosely twitching ball of tranquillity.

“I was right, by the way.” Wooyoung giggled.

Seonghwa simply raised a brow, “Oh?”.

“She looks so much prettier, choking on your cock, than playing coy with mine.”

well would you look at that: updated 15/JULY/2022

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