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You grunted as Seonghwa pushed you roughly against the wall of the garage, following you quickly to slot his lithe form against yours. You wrapped your arms around his waist instinctively as his lips met your own again. He nipped at your lip before delving his tongue into your mouth, gasping as you slid one hand over the growing bulge in his jeans and began to rub up and down his length.
Both of you stopped suddenly as someone cleared their throat loudly. You sprung apart to see Hongjoong standing there, holding the car keys in one hand and his bag with the other, a bemused expression on his fair features.
“Couldn’t even wait five minutes?” He smirked. "Like horny teenagers."
“You say like you didn’t have your tongue down her throat at the drive in,” Seonghwa countered. “Let’s go watch Casablanca!” Seonghwa said in sing-song, making a face at Hongjoong. “"How much of the movie did you actually watch, Joong?”
Hongjoong was now looking a level of sheepishness that you hadn’t seen in decades, and you giggled.
“He has a point,” you shrugged.
Your gaze flicked back to Seonghwa. “Although you’re far from innocent yourself. Between the two of you, I didn’t see the majority of the film. Just saying,” you added with a smirk. “The end credits were nice at least.”
“Hey, did Mingi text you back?” Hongjoong asked Seonghwa, apropos of nothing, and you raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Seonghwa nodded, and you caught the wicked grin on his face before he managed to smooth it over. “We’re good.”
Hongjoong sidled up to you slowly, and in that moment you realized that the two of them were eyeing you like a meal.
“Little bird…” Hongjoong whispered. “What would you say to a little fun in Mingi’s newly finished playroom?”
You gulped, but the word was past your lips before you could think twice.
“Absolutely.”
A short while later, you found yourself lying between Hongjoong and Seonghwa on the bed in the playroom, all clothing long forgotten on the floor and their hands wandering every inch of your exposed skin. You already felt like a live wire under their ministrations, and they had scarcely touched you except to tease in every spot you wanted it most.
“Is there anything off the table tonight?” Seonghwa asked softly as he dragged his lips over your shoulder.
“Not that I can think of,” you told him, gasping as he nipped at you. “What did you have in mind?”
You peered back behind you to see that same demonic smile you’d gotten a glimpse of earlier, and your heart, though it had not beat in ages, dropped into your stomach all the same. It had been well over a hundred years since you'd come to be with these men, and they still drove you just as wild as they had when you had first started your relationships.
“Hmm, I’m not sure," he said, his gaze almost bordering on cautious as he looked down at you. “So many options. Hongjoong? What do you think?”
You looked back to see Joong’s gaze extended beyond the bed, to the far wall where the St. Andrews cross stood.
In all your years with the clan, Mingi had yet to strap you to it. You’d discussed it plenty of times, but Mingi usually lost patience easily these days, more inclined to cut right to the chase and fuck you senseless until neither of you could form any coherent thought.
“I have a few ideas,” he said with a smirk. “Little bird…”
“Hmm?”
“Get up.”
You shivered. You moved instinctually to do exactly what he said, but then you had another, much more dangerous thought.
Oh. Oh god. Do I even dare?
You zoned back in to see Hongjoong, now staring at you expectantly, one eyebrow cocked high. You gasped as you felt Seonghwa’s fingers digging into your hip.
“Do what he says, darling. Now."
“Or what?” You asked before you could stop yourself, enjoying the butterflies in your stomach far too much as Hongjoong’s stare turned sour.
“Ah-ah,” he tutted. “That won’t do.”
“Color?” Seonghwa whispered in your ear.
“Green,” you answered quickly.
Before you could register, the two of them had you on your feet and were marching you across the room. You shivered as the cool wood of the cross touched your skin. Seonghwa and Hongjoong made quick work of the bindings, and Seonghwa stepped forward, holding a blindfold.
“Wait,” Hongjoong said, holding up a hand. “She’s being a brat. Wouldn’t it be better to know what’s coming?”
“No,” Seonghwa started, and stopped the second you started giggling.
“Are you guys really gonna stand there and debate whether to blindfold me, while you have me strapped in here?” You snickered. “Seriously.”
“Fuck it,” Hongjoong said. “Blindfold her.”
Once Seonghwa had the blindfold securely in place, you felt someone come near, lips brushing the shell of your ear, and you shivered.
“You’re going to obey your masters tonight,” Hongjoong whispered. “Do you understand? No ifs, ands, and certainly no buts.”
You stifled a laugh, and you could tell he knew, as swiftly as his hand connected with your center— the slap wasn’t enough to hurt, but it certainly got your attention, and every other thought you had faded away as you felt wetness pooling between your legs, the sting of Hongjoong’s hand still lingering.
“Yes sir,” you nodded, though you had little intent to let them have what they wanted that easily.
In the background, you heard Seonghwa muttering, and the sounds of things being moved around in a drawer. You had no idea what to expect— Mingi had told you that he had ordered many new toys for the clan’s new playroom, and you had not pried, wanting to be surprised.
You had also expected your first time in this room to be with Mingi.
Trial by fire…
Seconds later, the prickle of a pinwheel grazed down the side of your neck, but it was gone just as quickly, and you whined loudly. You heard Seonghwa chuckle.
“Hmm, I like the way you think, Hwa,” Hongjoong said smoothly. “Oh, thank you,” he added, and your mind was racing again, desperation at the forefront as you tried to decipher what they were about to do.
A feather touch on your inner thigh made you yelp in surprise, and you tried to take deep breaths as it worked its way up your body, across and over your breasts, and back down. Meanwhile, Seonghwa continued to tease with the pinwheel— both of them seemingly hellbent on driving you insane as they teased you. They were certainly making sure to hit each and every sensitive spot they were aware of, and it wasn’t long before you were a quivering mess, so turned on you could barely stand it, your cunt nearly dripping.
“So desperate to be touched, little bird?” Hongjoong asked. "You want a cock inside you, hmm? I can tell."
Well, yes, but that sounds like a trap.
You weighed your options quickly, and again decided on the one you knew would get a rise out of Hongjoong. The two of you had been teasing each other for days, and you’d made it your mission to be a brat, just for fun. It wasn’t your norm, but it was fun to mix things up once in a while. Especially when it got Hongjoong this riled.
Another slap to your center snapped you back to reality.
“I asked you a question,” Hongjoong hissed. “Color, love?”
“Yeah, I know,” you told him. “I heard you. And it’s green,” you said nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders just because you knew it would drive him crazier. “I’m good, thanks.”
“Good? That’s laughable,” Hongjoong returned. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been doing this week, little bird. Pressing my buttons like you have.”
“Hey, at least I know how to work a large variety of buttons,” you shot back, earning another, harder swat to your sensitive folds.
You heard Seonghwa giggling, and another sound of skin on skin, deducing quickly that Hongjoong had likely punched Hwa in the arm.
“You are being quite naughty, my moon,” Hwa’s voice sounded in your ear, and you felt his body, so close to yours, and yet so far away. The proximity alone made your head spin, and you longed for them to touch you.
Can't give in now.
“Quite sure I have no clue what you’re talking about,” you replied.
Seonghwa laughed softly, nipping at your earlobe before running just the tip of his long tongue down your neck.
“Is that right? You mean to tell me that Hongjoong is just being dramatic? You haven’t been an unholy terror all week?”
“I hardly think ‘unholy terror’ is fair,” you scoffed. "A minor terror at best, maybe."
You felt Hongjoong next to you immediately, his lips back against your ear. You could feel the annoyance rolling off of him in waves, and you bit your lip.
“Oh really? So you don’t think that edging me for an hour yesterday and then leaving me to my own devices was troublesome at all, hmm?”
“I mean,” you giggled. “ I had fun.”
You were getting a little tired of being tied up now, if for no other reason than you wanted just a bit to rest your arms. But you were too committed to the bit to stop being a brat now. You knew Hongjoong had been stressed; the newest move had not gone as smoothly as previous ones and he had spent many hours on the phone that week, trying to track down a significant amount of half the clan’s belongings. This combined with the normal pressure he always felt as the clan's leader had done a number on him.
It seemed your words were enough, however, and after a short whispered back and forth between your lovers, you found yourself untied. You reached for the blindfold, and Hongjoong tutted again.
“Don’t even dare, little bird.”
“Don’t? Really? But what if…” Your fingertips brushed the fabric, and you could feel the glare he was giving you.
“Little bird…”
“Hmm?” You said sweetly. “You seem stressed, Joongie. Something bothering you?”
“Yes,” he said, as two sets of hands grabbed you roughly, all but dragging you back across the room, bending you over the bed.
You felt hands on your waist, pulling you down slightly, as the head of a cock brushed against your slick folds. You were so wet it was almost embarrassing, and Hongjoong lost no time in aligning himself and pushing into you in one devastatingly hard thrust. A string of curses followed as he bottomed out, and he set a punishing pace at once, slamming back into you each time with a ferocity that left you breathless despite not needing to breathe at all.
A split second later, nimble fingers undid your blindfold, and you were met with the sight of Seonghwa, sitting in front of you on the bed, legs spread, cock on full display and standing at attention, the tip angry red and leaking pre-cum.
“Suck… him…” Hongjoong grunted. “If… if you want… to… come…”
It dawned on you what Hongjoong’s game was without him having to say a word, and you obediently ducked your head, taking Hwa’s cock into your mouth, inch by glorious inch. You brought one hand up to cup his balls as you did so, relishing the deep moan that came from Seonghwa’s throat as you worked his rock-hard cock with your tongue.
“Fuck,” he whined as you increased your pace. “Your mouth is absolutely sinful,” he added, and you peered up at him through your lashes as you grasped the base of his cock with your other hand, somehow managing to maintain your composure as Hongjoong continued to rail into you with strokes so hard they shook the bed.
Your own release was building, the thrill of teasing Hongjoong combined with the teasing you’d received earlier leaving you incredibly sensitive, and you felt yourself tightening around Hongjoong’s cock. He stopped suddely, and you whined.
“No,” he said, pushing inside you again and staying still. “Not yet, little bird. Not after you've been such a fucking brat. I thought I told you to obey.”
You ignored him, knowing it would just further irritate him, and concentrated on swirling your tongue around the head of Seonghwa’s cock. Moments later, Hongjoong began again, timing his first thrust just as you took Seonghwa to the hilt, causing you to choke slightly. Seonghwa fisted a hand in your hair, laughing to himself as he held your head still, now fucking up into your mouth slowly, that demon grin plastered on his face once more as he watched you drooling around his length.
“Mmm,” Hongjoong grunted, his fingers digging into you hips with much more pressure now. “Fuck.”
“Mmhmm,” you murmured, grinning as best you could as Seonghwa shivered. You were still playing with his balls as you sucked him, and you could tell he was getting close just as quickly as Hongjoong was, as both their thrusts became messier, more erratic.
Seonghwa was the first to come, and you swallowed every drop obediently, knowing that Hongjoong would never let you have your own release otherwise.
As Seonghwa slumped back onto the bed, propping himself on his elbows, Hongjoong was muttering behind you, a mix of curses and moans, and with one final thrust, he emptied himself deep inside you, cock twitching as he came so hard that you heard him stifling his own scream of pleasure, other hand still gripping your hip tightly as he shook and shuddered against you. You mourned the feeling of fullness as he pulled out. You had been so close, and he hadn’t even noticed, not that you were upset. You had accomplished your goal.
“So… good…” Hongjoong sighed. “But little bird, you didn’t come for me. That just won’t do.”
“I volunteer as tribute,” Seonghwa said quickly, tugging you up onto the bed with him. You looked back to see Hongjoong was staring at the two of you, puzzled.
“Huh?”
“Ah, someone is behind on their pop culture studies again,” Hwa smirked as he laid you back against the pillows, settling between your legs. “No wonder you’ve been giving him such a hard time.”
“Don’t be mean to me,” Hongjoong whined, his demeanor much calmer now in more ways than one as he clambered up onto the bed to lay next to you, just as Seonghwa closed his lips around your clit. You shrieked, so sensitive that you could barely stand it, realizing no one had even touched the swollen bud until now.
Seonghwa was making up for it quickly, however, and now it was your turn to pull his hair as he suckled at your clit, pushing three fingers deep inside you and beginning to thrust. Hongjoong was teasing your nipples, nipping and sucking in time with Seonghwa, and it wasn’t long at all before you were teetering on the edge once more, white-hot pleasure building deep in your core and threatening to overwhelm you.
“Hwa,” you whined loudly. “Please… right there…”
“Come,” they both commanded at once.
It was a little unnerving how it seemed to work every time, yet you found yourself writhing on the bed anyway, screaming their names as you soaked the bedsheets with your own cum.
“So good for us,” Hongjoong cooed as you came down from your high and Seonghwa settled on your other side. “Sometimes.”
“What can I say?” You giggled. “I aim to misbehave.”
“Heh,” Seonghwa snickered. “Bet he doesn’t get that one either.”
“What?” Hongjoong was staring at you quizzically once more.
You glanced back at Seonghwa, and the two of you burst into wild laughter.
“Hey! Stop making fun of me!” Hongjoong huffed.
“Or what?” You retorted.
“Keep it up and you’ll find out,” he whispered in your ear.
Hmm. Challenge accepted.
It was going to be a very long night.