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Summary: A short drabble with you taking care of jungkook during one of the many nights during touring season.
A/N: first jungkook story! let me know your thoughts (:
The screams from the audience never ceases to amaze you. As you stand backstage with water in hand, you watch your boyfriend of five years wave to the crowd with utter happiness and admiration. His smile can be seen so easily as he tries to look at every fan possible.
You were proud of him, of his accomplishments. He got to achieve his dreams and you were right there beside him.
As the boys begin to run backstage after completing another concert, you catch Jungkook already trying to find you in the crowd of staff that applaud both him and the boys for another successful night.
All the boys smile and thank everyone for their hard work. Jungkook, not so subtly, tries to look around and once he spots you lingering in the corner of the room, he walks past everyone and comes up to lift you in his arms, giving you the hug of a lifetime.
You laugh holding onto him tightly as this is what he always does after a concert. He gives you the biggest hug followed by a sweet kiss to the lips. From a distance, you can hear Jimin making fake gagging noises at the sight, only for Jungkook to flick a middle finger his way while still carrying you with one arm.
He places you back down gently and pulls away from the kiss. He looks down at you, his smile growing softer and more appreciative than ever. You hand him water, and he takes it gratefully. In one big sip, he downs half the bottle.
โYou were amazing as always,โ you smile.
As Jungkook continues to sip his water, he pulls out the necklace you gifted him, during your third year anniversary, from his shirt and says, โGotta keep my good luck charm on me at all times.โ He winked at you, earning a loud laugh and a slight shove on the shoulder. โYouโre such a dork.โ
โYes, but Iโm your dork.โ
You roll your eyes but smile nonetheless at his corny behavior. Meanwhile, everyone else starts packing up and heading out to the vehicles parked nearby. Jungkook throws the now empty water bottle in the trash while he uses his other hand to take your hand in his as he leads you to one of the many vans inside the underground garage.
Once seated, along with Taehyung and Jin, Jungkook sighs heavily and leans his head on your shoulder while you look out the car window. Your hands are still intertwined as he rubs his thumb over your hand, in comfort, as he slowly starts to fall asleep on you.
Taehyung watches from behind while Jin also takes a nap beside him. Taehyung smiles at the sight of you two cuddled up, hoping that one day he would be able to find a love like both of yours.
By the time the van parks inside the garage of the hotel, you wake Jungkook up from his short nap, telling him he could sleep the minute he takes a shower.
He yawns, running his fingers through his hair as he looks at you sleepily. โYeah, Iโm too tired to eat.โ He steps out of the van, holding out his hand towards you to hold. You thank him and not a second later, Taehyung jokingly takes jungkookโs helping hand and helps him get out of the van as well.
โOh kookie! Youโre so sweet,โ Taehyung tries to imitate your voice by sounding a bit pitched. You laugh as Jungkook pulls his hand away dramatically and laughs.
All of you head towards your rooms, of course you and Jungkook share one while the other two head towards their own private rooms. You unlock the door, walking in beside Jungkook who continuously yawns as he shucks his shoes to the side while heading straight towards the bathroom to start his shower.
โIโm going to get room service. Did you want anything?โ You call out to Jungkook as you head over to the phone with the hotel menu right beside it.
โNo, Iโm good baby. Iโm exhausted,โ Jungkook answers.
You contemplate for a short minute before deciding to get a steak with some pasta, big enough for the both of you to share, just in case. While you order, you hear Jungkook already turning on the water for the shower.
After ending the call and getting notified that it would take twenty minutes for it to arrive, you head on over to the bathroom, opening the door and seeing Jungkook already half naked.
He turns to you and smiles. You smile back and turn to close the door behind you. Without a second thought, you strip as well, leaving yourself naked in front of the man you love. He follows suit and offers his hand for you to take as you both head in to shower at the same time.
Although some people might find this irresistible to ignore, you and Jungkook know when it is the right time to initiate sex. Sometimes there will be days where you two canโt get enough of each other and will show clear signs of pure need. But other times, you will see soft love bloom in front of each other. Just like tonight.
Jungkook pulls you in close, kissing you softly as water cascades down both of your bodies. His hands remain on your waist while yours wrap around his neck, feeling the back of his hair.
You end up pulling away, staring up into his brown eyes as he stares right into yours. There were no words exchanged. It wasnโt needed. You and Jungkook understood each other without needing to say anything, and you were grateful for that.
Jungkook turned your body around and squirted shampoo on his hands before running his fingers through your hair, scrubbing off the day.
You closed your eyes and hummed a soft song of his. Still with You. Your favorite song of his. Jungkook loves it when you sing. He tried to encourage you to audition back when you guys first started dating but you felt too shy to go through with it. And thatโs okay. Jungkook considers it his little secret. A treasure he thinks only he should really admire for himself.
By the time you both finish showering, you hear a knock at the door. In your robe, you walk over and see that room service finally arrives. You take the cart, thanking the worker, and wheel it into where Jungkook sat at the front of the bed. He was picking a movie on the television while you uncovered the food, displaying it like a grand feast.
Jungkook looks over, his eyes and mouth salivating at the sight. You laugh quietly, knowing all too well that ordering twice the amount of food was the right move once Jungkook saw it in front of him.
โWould you like some?โ You raise an eyebrow.
Jungkook sheepishly smiles. โYou know me so well.โ
The both of you decide to share the steak and pasta as expected. A movie plays in the background, long forgotten as you and Jungkook talk casually amongst each other. Majority of the time, Jungkook would bring up things that happened on stage and mistakes you wouldnโt normally catch unless you were right there to see it.
โThere was a sign a fan made that asked if you were single. And there was a picture of my face as a meme right next to it!โ Jungkook exasperates. You laugh, clutching your stomach at the story.
Their fans knew of you and Jungkook for years now. At first, it was hard. The hate comments easily came up the minute it was announced. It was hard to deal with but you and Jungkook made it through. Slowly but surely, everyone started to accept it and even cheer for it. Some fans would often make jokes with Jungkook, saying they prefer you over him and it would make him happy to see that his fans started accepting his relationship instead of bullying it out of existence.
So as time moves on, fans would make big gestures to Jungkook about you. Whether itโs to date you or simply say โyouโre hotโ, Jungkook wouldnโt mind. He laughs it off, smiles in the moment, and tells you about it like it was one of the best moments of the night.
When the both of you finished eating, you cleaned up and started to settle into bed with jungkookโs arms wrapped around you. He yawns once again, the exhaustion settling deep into his bones. The movie that was once just beginning has now ended and starts playing another.
You lay your head on his chest, listening to the soft pounding of his heart as it slowly descends into a slow beat, signifying his sleep state.
With a kiss to his cheek and a flicker of light still shown from the tv, you drift off, joining your boyfriend for another relaxing night together.
Tag(s): fluff, comfort, idol!au, soft San, soft love, solace, peace of mind, mentions of blood (menstrual cycle)
Word Count: 1.3k
A/N: Making this a series where each member comforts you during your darkest days. You can find the rest of the series in my master list. Happy birthday Sannie <3 I love you 3000
You sensed it before you could even see it. It was like a brief stillness in the air. A slight change of alignment in the balance of your life.
Your period was here.
You get up abruptly from the couch and race to the bathroom. Moments before, you were sitting peacefully in your living room, reading one of the books on your shelf when you sensed the discomfort.
You hated your period so much.
The week of your period is like a small glimpse of hell for you. The first day was always the most painful. Youโd get cramps that covered your stomach and part of your lower back. Your breasts would get sensitive from even the slightest friction from touching them. Your bladder shrunk to the size of a toddler, constantly needing to use the bathroom every hour of the day. Your appetite would fluctuate between wanting nothing to wanting everything. Not to mention, you were highly emotional as well.
Overall, a disaster for you and for everyone that had to deal with you.
As much as you tried to pretend everything was fine, you secretly wanted to wallow away in your bed and rot until it passed. And you can already feel the restlessness creeping in little by little.
The day moves forward just like any other, minus the sudden bathroom breaks that seem to be increasing by the hour. It was the evening by the time you finally started to think about food. You sit up from your position and already feel the familiar sensation that you need the bathroom, bad.
You run quickly, changing your pad and doing what is necessary. You donโt notice till you head back to the couch and see a giant red stain marked on the seat. You curse under your breath and go to find the spray to clean it.
Only to find out youโre all out. You reach for a wet rag and some sort of disinfectant instead, praying it does the job. You scrub it with extra force, hoping that the stain magically goes away, only it doesnโt. You consider what you did decent enough to handle it another day as you leave it to go do dinner.
But before you can do anything else, the sound of keys rattle against the front door lock. With a twist of a handle, San appears home from work. In his hands were takeout and a few grocery bags filled with things you couldnโt see.
He notices you from the kitchen and smiles wide. โHi Darling,โ he walks over to you and plants a kiss on your forehead.
โHi,โ you smile back.
Usually youโre more enthusiastic when heโs home, making it a clear sign that what he knew was right. He turns to set the bags down on the table, having you follow him like a small child. He goes to empty the contents in the bag, showing your favorite candies and a pack of pads.
You gasp, โHow did you-โ
โYou think I donโt remember when you get your period?โ San smirks at you. โI figured you would get it either today or tomorrow. Luckily I thought right.โ
You continue to watch him take out more of your essentials and see that he also brought home some soup for dinner. A warmth across your chest blooms at the sight while a lonely tear falls down your cheek.
San turns to you and notices you cry and jumps into action. โWhatโs wrong baby? Does it hurt a lot? Do you want medicine?โ He held you gently, not wanting to overstep your comfort.
You shake your head no, as a pout forms on your lips. โI just- Youโre soโฆ I love you so much.โ You struggle with your words as you try to explain to San how much he means to you.
Luckily for him, he doesnโt need to hear it from you to see how much you appreciate everything he does. He smiles with his dimples prominent on his cheeks. โHow about you go sit on the couch and Iโll go set dinner up for you, hm?โ
โOh but Iโฆ stained it.โ Your face flushes red in embarrassment as you explain what happened. San doesnโt show any sign of disgust, at least none that you saw, and nods. โThatโs okay. Iโll go by the store tomorrow and buy more stain remover. We can just lay a towel on it for now.โ
San doesnโt hesitate as he goes to the bathroom to grab a towel. Meanwhile, you look at all the treats he got for you and go to put some of the necessary cold ones away.
He comes back a moment later, placing it on the stain before coming over to you and telling you to go ahead and sit down. You oblige, feeling the wave of fatigue hit your system.
San carries two bowls of soup in his hands and hands one over to you. He brings the rest of the dishes slowly to the coffee table, that way everything is within reach.
You take a spoonful of soup to your mouth and drink the broth in small sips. You exhale a breath, content with the soup and what itโs doing to help with the minor pain. As you continue eating, San makes sure that you have your heating pad all warmed up beside you, a bottle of water and your medicine at the ready, and your favorite blanket from the bedroom draped over your legs.
The attention to detail San does for you never goes unnoticed. He plans for everything that comes to taking care of you. Thatโs why he marks his calendars with your period schedule, making sure he never misses it or at least keeps everything stocked in case he isnโt there to help.
San doesnโt just say he loves you, he shows it. He shows it in the way he pays attention to all your favorite things, down to the way you act. He made a silent vow to himself for you, to always make you the happiest person in his world.
When dinner finally finished, San got up to put everything away. He kept the leftovers in the fridge and brought out your favorite ice cream for the both of you to share.
It was simple acts that made butterflies swarm your stomach. It was the way he noticed you. All you ever wanted in life was to feel seen, and he did that all for you.
The thing is, San isnโt even trying to put effort because he considers this the minimal things he can do in the relationship. As he sits beside you once again, he holds out the ice cream tub and silently feeds you then alternates and feeds himself while watching your show. He laughs when itโs needed, he stays quiet when the moment bleeds for it. And all you can do is admire the man he is for you.
โHow lucky am I to have someone like you in my life.โ
You hadnโt expected him to hear it since you didnโt mean to say it out loud, but he heard anyway. He stops to look at you and smiles wide. โIโm the one whoโs considered lucky.โ He didnโt say it in a way to one-up you, but more as a fact that he will simply do anything and everything for you.
You lean forward, ice cream long forgotten, television faded outside of the bubble you two have created, and shared a long kiss. You smile into the kiss as San pulls you closer to him, placing you on his lap. He keeps a warm hand on your lower stomach, acting as a heating pad of his own as the kiss grows deeper.
He pulls away, staring into your eyes with love and adoration. He leans his head down, foreheads touching, as you both stare at one another.
17 and Under Stories (all these include reader)
Thinking About It by httpslan4 (JWY)
Hide and Seek by Icvejjoong (OT8)
Mine by Icvejjoong (KHJ)
Pet Names by sangsangism (OT8)
Kiss Me and I Might Drop Dead by hnjowlf (KHJ) - embedded series
Sweet Release by cryingoveryunho (KHJ)
Jealousy with Hongjoong by justauthoring (KHJ)
Just Friends by cielococo (KHJ)
"Do I Know You?" by starlitjoong (KHJ)
18+ Stories (all these include reader)
KIM HONGJOONG
When Flowers Bloom in the Dark by makeitmingi - embedded series
The Wrong Crush by mingiatz
Hard to Focus by belongjoong
Vengeance by hanjinology
On Deck by teaxtease
ัะพะปะดะฐั by ja3hwa
Professor's Pet by kissmatz
Freak For You by alansdesire
Tide by minkieater
PARK SEONGHWA
JEONG YUNHO
KANG YEOSANG
CHOI SAN
Red, Hot And Wet by ja3hwa
SONG MINGI
Acquainted by stxrrywoo
JUNG WOOYOUNG
Thinking aboutโฆWooyoung being a meanie! by kisssan
CHOI JONGHO
UNIT STORIES
Thinking aboutโฆ YH, SN, & WY fucking their pretty best friend by kisssan (YH x CS x WY)
You Put a Spell on Me by thatateezgirl (OT8) - embedded series
Buttons by kisssan (JYH x JWY)
Dumb Mutt by lillys-bakery (KHJ x CS)
Never Let Go by hnjowlf (HYUNG LINE)
Triple the Fun by atzzkat (CS x JWY)
Arranged Destiny by velvetvisionsaurora (OT8) - embedded series
"Can You Hold It?" by 03jyh23 (OT8) - embedded series
17 and under stories (these all include reader)
WHERE LOVE LEARNS TO SPEAK by archivekoo (JK)
DEBUGGING YOU by archivekoo (JK)
Love Me Again by tarathetic (JK)
Sleepy Vegas Confessions by sweetonejk (JK)
Five Days Late by femme11fatale (JK)
Keep You Close by femme11fatale (JK)
First Boyfriend HeadCanons by archivekoo (JK)
9 Letters, 1 Goodbye by rkvist (TH)
18+ stories (these all include reader)
JEON JUNGKOOK
ohhowjooniewept masterlist (JK) - all ff are mwah
MR & MRS by jenyluv (JK)
Biker Boyfriend by seorkive (JK)
WINE FOREVER by buzzyjoonie (JK)
Close Your Eyes by spideyjimin (JK) - embedded series
Under the Scene by ajikjeon (JK)
NDA by ggukiebar (JK)
Mutual Help by personasintro (JK) - embedded series
For Me by personasintro (JK) - embedded series
Help Wanted by merakoo (JK) - embedded series
Feelings Aside by merakoo (JK)
Girls on Film by merakoo (JK)
Size Kink Gone Wrong Right? by jeonette (JK)
OVERSTEER by jenyluv (JK)
Focus or Fuck Me by jeonette (JK)
Lucky Charm by chwrrybby (JK) - embedded series
RAW by cherrygkoo (JK)
After Office Hours by jkvoids (JK) - embedded series
Sex Tape by ggukiebar (JK)
Lick Back by explicit-tae (JK)
Under the Influence by jkvoids (JK)
Bad Habits by words-in-purple (JK)
To Whatever End by gl00s (JK) - embedded series
After Midnight by yuzukult (JK) - embedded series
Collateral by vinylopall (JK) - embedded series
8 letters by luvrk00k (JK) - embedded series
Ride by wethemess (JK)
Bound by Vows by gukcnt (JK) - embedded series
VROOM by seokbite (JK)
One More Night by wintrbears (JK)
Just Say It, Baby by jeonjk197 (JK)
KIM TAEHYUNG
The CEO's Toy by adelinakim (TH) - embedded series
Tag(s): fluff, comfort, idol!au, soft yeosang, soft love, hurt and comfort, puppy love, established relationship, the type of hug you crave
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: Making this a series where each member comforts you during your darkest days. You can find the rest of the series in my master list.
โNo no no no no poppy!โ you exclaim.
You see your puppy Maltese, popsicle or poppy for short, standing on top of the dining table, wagging its tail and sniffing the vase full of sunflowers.ย
You reach for her, grabbing her tiny body and lifting her back down to the ground. You honestly had no idea how active malteses could be. When Yeosang first bought you the puppy, you were over the moon, shaking with excitement. You loved this puppy the minute she came into your life. However, this puppy truly tested your patience.ย
Poppy would do anything but what you wanted them to do. When you asked to sit, she pooped. When you asked to lie down, she jump around. When you asked for her to be quiet, she howled her little lungs out. It was exhausting, but it isnโt something you would trade for in the world.ย
But one day, you accidentally forgot to put away your laptop from the dining table. You went to get up and use the bathroom, leaving your laptop and poppy unattended. You didnโt expect poppy to learn to climb the table. Heck, you didnโt even know her tiny body could reach so high.ย
By the time you finished and walked back out to the dining room, there you saw poppy peeing all over the laptop that was still sitting on the table. You gasped, reaching for her immediately and putting her down on the floor.ย
You were livid.ย
โPoppy, what the fuck?! Look at what you did to my laptop!!โ You yelled with so much anger swimming in your eyes.ย
Poppy whimpered, her tail no longer wagging as she cowered away behind the couch. Your heart dropped immediately. This was the first time you ever raised your voice at poppy. She was only a few months old and youโve only had her for two weeks.ย
You rounded the corner of the couch, in hopes to find poppy and apologize, but Poppy was no longer there. You couldnโt hear her little footsteps anymore. You didnโt see where she would have went. You started to panic.ย
Where could she have gone? Why did I do that to her? She must be so scaredโฆ
Before you had the chance to look around the house, Yeosang came through the front door with a bag of dog treats and your favorite snack in his hands. He stopped in his tracks once he saw your tear-stained face. He rushed over, dropping the bags on the table and making his way to you.ย
โWhat happened? Whatโs wrong?โ Yeosang cupped your cheeks, wiping away your tears as you try to explain what happened.ย
Yeosang looks over at the table where the pee-stained laptop sat. He grimaces, making a mental note to clean that after this before putting his attention back on you.
โAnd you donโt know where she went?โ Yeosang asked softly.
You shook your head, crying more as your mind started to drift to bad scenarios where poppy could be in danger. Yeosang kissed your forehead, โLet me clean this up while you go ahead and search the house. Make sure you check to see if any windows and doors are open in case she escaped.โ
You nodded, wiping the remaining tears that fell from your face as you picked back up to where you left off, searching the entire house. You checked under beds, inside closets, under blankets, under the couch, inside cabinets. Basically anywhere you think this tiny puppy could fit.ย
It wasnโt till you reached your personal closet, the one that held yours and yeosangโs winter clothes, is when you heard soft whimpers. You open the closet door just a little, seeing your puppy snuggled up in your jacket that seemed to have fallen to the ground.ย
Your heart ached at the sight. Poppy looked up at you, attempting to scoot away again before you decided to sit on the ground, creating a small distance between you and her. Enough to give her the space she needs to decide if she wants to be near you or not.ย
โHey babyโฆโย
You placed your hand on the ground, sliding it a bit closer to her in hopes she reaches for you. You see poppy still whimpering and snuggling closer to your jacket, in what you would assume is an attempt to be further away from you.ย
Tears started falling once again. You did this to her. Your temper got the best of you, and now poppy is too scared to be near you.ย
After Yeosang finishes cleaning your laptop and disinfecting the table multiple times, he goes to search for you and poppy. By the time he found you, you were sitting on the floor, crying.ย
Yeosang takes a seat beside you, pulling you in close as he watches poppy perk her head up at seeing Yeosang. Yeosang kisses the top of your head, whispering how sheโll slowly forgive you if you give her the space that she needs. You nod, wiping away your tears on your long sleeves.ย
Poppy unexpectedly takes a few hesitant steps towards you and Yeosang. You watch with big, hopeful eyes as Poppy stares at you. Yeosang smiles softly, watching the little pup try to comfort her mama.ย
You hold out your arms towards her, patiently waiting for her to come closer to you. She takes small steps, pausing in between to see if what sheโs doing is okay. You donโt rush her.ย
The moment she finally climbs on your lap, you finally burst into tears, hugging her. โIโm so sorry poppyโฆ Iโm so sorry.โ You cry holding her close as she attempts to lick your face in comfort. Yeosang holds you, silently watching you hold poppy like sheโs the only thing that matters right now.ย
You look at Yeosang with tears brimming your eyes. Yeosang smiles softly, wiping away the tears that evidently fall down your face. No words were needed so long as you felt Yeosang beside you.
โHow about we all go out and eat somewhere, hm? Get some fresh air for the both of you.โ Yeosang offers.ย
Poppy barks happily at Yeosang, making both of you chuckle at her enthusiasm for knowing what Yeosang said. โI think someone is excited to go,โ you giggle. You give poppy a kiss on the head right before giving Yeosang a kiss as well.ย
By the time you guys get back home, you give poppy a good bath to rinse the day away. You brush out her fur which makes poppy yawn on your lap. You smile softly, doing your best to not disturb the sleeping pup. After you place her in her bed, you head in for the shower, wanting nothing more than to rid yourself of today.ย
Once you finish, you see Yeosang sitting on the couch with his laptop on his lap. You walk over, sitting next to him. He takes notice of you, instantly making space so youโre able to put your leg over his, hugging his side as you lay your head on his shoulder.ย
โWhatโre you looking at?โ you mumble.ย
โA new laptop for you,โ Yeosang says. A sigh escapes your lips as you remember your laptop. You truly didnโt know how she was able to climb that table, but now that you know, you wonโt be as unguarded.ย
โYou donโt have to buy one for me. I can do it,โ you whisper.ย
Yeosang makes a scoffed sound as he peers down at you. โYou already know I will not let you buy your own stuff.โ Yeosang continues to look through the website, debating on which laptop looks the best for you.ย
While he does that, you canโt help but drift back to the memory of you yelling at poppy. The way Poppy looked at you so frightened. Her eyes looking at you with so much fear that it pulls at your heart strings all over again.ย
You donโt realize a tear falls down your face until you feel Yeosangโs hand wipe it away. Yeosang tilts your chin up, searching your eyes for answers that could hopefully answer his problems.ย
โWhatโs wrong?โ
You bite your lip. You want to punish yourself for hurting poppy the way you did. To some, itโs not a problem. People yell all the time. But for you? You almost never raise your voice unless youโve truly hit rock bottom. Given the two weeks youโve had to try and learn how raising a puppy works, you assume that your patience was running thin.ย
โI just hate that I hurt her. I know she forgave me in her own wayโฆ but I canโt help but feel like I owe her more than just a simple apology.โ You hiccup. Yeosang listens to you. He understands how you feel and knows that your emotions towards everyone topples your own. You care so much for others and how they feel, that you donโt realize how much of your own feelings are affected as well.
โYou are doing the best that you can, baby.โ Yeosang caresses your cheek in his hand, making you look at him while he speaks. โThere will be more moments like these in the future. Sheโs still a pup. Sheโs bound to make mistakes. I know you love her, and want nothing but the best for her, but you shouldnโt break yourself to make her happy. You shouldnโt worry if she isnโt. Donโt listen to the negative thoughts in your head.โ Yeosang whispers the last part as he leans his forehead onto yours.ย
You close your eyes, breathing in deep as you feel the pressure of today melt off. Yeosang notices and kisses the top of your head. โMy sweet babyโฆ you care so much.โ Yeosang smiles against your skin as he places another soothing kiss on your cheek.ย
You finally flash a small smile, realizing how lucky you are to be loved by the one person you love the most.ย
Iโm thinking about uploading jungkook fanfics ๐ but Iโm not sure if people want that or not. Something new to throw in there once in a while. (Iโm already writing something up while writing a yeosang fic as well)
Tag(s): fluff, romance, love, gamer Yeosang, soft Yeosang, nonidol!au, love filled with warmth and affection, established relationship
Word Count: 567
โCome on, come on, come onโฆ!โ You whisper towards the screen as you furiously tap on the computer tabs at a feverous pace. A flash of your death appears on the screen as you push yourself back in the chair with an exasperated groan.
On your left, Yeosang looks your way as he lets out a small chuckle, completely entertained with how youโre acting after losing yet another battle with him. You look at him with a scowl on your face, not happy with his third win of the night. You sit back down in your chair, facing away from him as he coos at you, trying his best to make you face him.
โAww come on baby. Iโm sorry. Do you want me to go easy on you?โ As much you would like for him to go easy on you, your ego was too high to back down now. You refused, pouting in front of him as he coos even more, kissing you while he got the chance. You kiss back, unable to deny him any further.
You both stop as soon as the reality of where you were sank in both of your minds. You pull away reluctantly, blushing feverishly while Yeosang did the same.
You both decided to order some food from the cafe. Yeosang decided to play a mini game to let the time pass as they prepared your food. You agreed to join, feeling the competitive side of you creep back in.
Yeosang loved that side of you. As much as he was competitive, he loved seeing you happy even more. Which is why, he decided to give you more of a chance at winning, not necessarily letting the win be easy, but enough pull back that gave you a better chance at winning than before.
The game begins. The objective was to kill as many opponents as possible before they killed you. You dodged, killed every opponent you came across. In no time, you end up finding Yeosang. You try your best to kill him, making sneaky swift attacks that youโve learned playing this game, but Yeosang was always a second faster, catching your moves at the last second and dodging it.
You started to grow impatient, slowly getting frustrated once again. You wanted to beat your boyfriend just once. You were getting restless trying to defeat him and he was making it worse by letting out fits of giggles every time you grunted or whined in your seat.
With determined eyes and concentration on your face, you end up killing Yeosang from behind. A trick that you forgot you learned from a gamer you watched on YouTube. Yeosang, stunned beside you, looked in your direction and back at his screen as if he couldnโt believe you killed him.
He wasnโt expecting you to actually get him, but when you did, you let out the biggest cheer, making others in the cafe silently glare in your direction. You apologized, sinking into your seat as the waiter came by with a tray full of food you and Yeosang ordered.
โI didnโt know you learned that move,โ he says, still amazed at the move you pulled.
You shrug innocently, taking a bite of his tteokbokki. Yeosang laughs softly, unable to hide the smile on his face. He truly loved seeing you happy, even if it did cost him a loss on his game.
Tag(s): fluff (lots of it), comfort, idol!au, soft yunho, soft love, stress with comfort, peace of mind, established relationship
Word Count: 1.9k
A/N: Making this a series where each member comforts you during your darkest days. You can find the rest of the series in my master list.
You groan frustratedly as you slump down onto the dance floor, knees tucked into you as you lay your head on your knees, hugging your legs close to you. Angry tears gloss your eyes as negative thoughts swim your head.ย
Why canโt I get new ideas all of a sudden? Why is this so hard? I canโt even make one eight count dance without it looking so bad!?ย
A lonesome tear cascades down your face before the door to the dance studio opens. Yunho walks in and sees you slumped on the ground. A part of his heart cracks at the sight of you. He knew you were having a tough time with the harsh criticism you faced earlier in the week. Completely threw your whole confidence off, and now you feel your insecurities building back up.ย
The sound of the door opening has you momentarily looking up through your wet eyelashes. You see Yunho carrying what seems to be a bag of food in his hand before walking over to you to put it right beside you.ย
As much as your body wants to eat, your mind is still clouded with judgement from yourself that refuses to make you reach for the food. Yunho understands completely what youโre going through. As the head choreographer of his own group, he has just as much pressure to make choreography thatโll impress the team and his directors.ย
You are also the head choreographer for your own group, but the difference is that youโre still new to the industry. You have a lot to learn, and what you thought was good for you, ends up being just minimal at best. Or so you think.
โHey,โ Yunho approaches gently.ย
You look at him, who now sits down across from you, legs crossed underneath his body as he sits on the ground. He watches you carefully, creating enough distance to where you donโt feel smothered but feel the warmth he tries to bestow on you.ย
Without any more words said, you climb over and on top of his lap, engulfing him in a hug you so desperately needed from your boyfriend. He reciprocates immediately, shifting you so that youโre comfortable enough on his lap.ย
Your legs wrap around his mid-section as your arms encompass around his neck, breathing in his signature cologne.ย
Your body visibly relaxes under his touch as he continues to hold you silently. He wishes he could tell you that what youโre feeling is not true. He wishes he could take the pain you give yourself and throw it onto him, but he knows that deep down, none of that would work. But it doesnโt mean he wonโt try.ย
After a few more minutes of silence, he holds your waist firmly as he reaches over to grab the bag of food, opening it so heโs able to feed you. You shake your head, unable to think of anything but dancing. Yunho raises a brow at you, silently telling you that you need to eat. You donโt put up much of a fight since your stomach begs for the nutrition it needs.ย
โI can feed myself,โ you mutter as you try to take the onigiri from his hands. He pulls it away from you, making a โtutโ sound as he refuses to make you do anything for yourself. You roll your eyes playfully and allow him to feed you in the quiet dance studio.ย
Yunho watches as you take small bites, humming delightfully as your hunger satiates before him. He takes bites as well, sharing the food with you as you caress the back of his shirt; a soothing method that not only calms you down but Yunho as well.ย
By the time you finish, Yunho places everything back in the bag to throw away later. He pats the bottom of your butt, signaling you to get up. You do so, stretching your limbs while Yunho goes to throw away the bag in a nearby trash.ย
You stare in the mirror once more, silently looking at yourself as you silently judge the way you look. Your eyes have dark circles under them while your hair is messily put in a bun countless of times. Your clothes appear more baggy than usual while your skin appears a little more pale than before.ย
You were losing every bit of yourself.ย
Yunho comes back shortly after, watching the way you silently judge yourself before going to stand behind you. He wraps his arms around your tiny frame, his long arms trapping you against his body.ย
You relax in his hold, sighing softly. โHow about we take a break, hm?โ he offers. He can see the way your body has changed, and he hates it. He hates that in times of stress, you lose the light in you and itโs hard to get you out of it sometimes.ย
โI canโt,โ you sigh. โI need to create a new choreography by next month for the directors to see and I only have up until the first chorus.โ
Yunho thinks for a moment. He looks over at the computer screen, the music left on pause from your previous attempt at working. He lets go of you and walks over to the computer, pressing play and blasting the music.ย
Yunho gives it a good listen, from start to finish, while you watch your boyfriend think hard from where heโs standing. Once the music ends, the music starts back up again, in a repeated loop. He goes back to where youโre standing and starts asking you to dance the parts that you have down.ย
As he watches you, he sees the exhaustion and frustration radiate out of your body. You stumble a bit and curse under your breath before going at it again. He watches in silence, letting you finish before he has the chance to help.ย
By the time you finish, small beads of sweat appear on your forehead while your chest rises and falls in heavy patterns. Yunho goes to stop the music, clearly seeing the problem you have been silently putting away in your back pocket.ย
โWhen was the last time you slept? And donโt lie to me,โ Yunho asked, stern.ย
You chew the bottom of your lip, unable to answer the simple question he wants to know. Truthfully, you can barely hold a good four hours of sleep before waking up to constant nightmares of failure.ย
Judging by the silence and the simple signs by you, he frowns deeply. Ever since heโs been busy with his own schedules, he hardly has time to check up on you and visit. When he heard about the criticism from earlier, he knew he had to make some time to see you before you spiraled even further.ย
โLetโs get you to bed. Youโve worked hard enough today.โ Yunho goes to grab your bag that was laid on the ground near the computer desk. As you were about to argue with that idea, Yunho flashes you a face that showed how serious he was and that no excuse you were going to make was going to change his mind.ย
Like it shows, your exhaustion ran deeper than anything youโve ever faced. You ultimately nodded, taking Yunhoโs big hand in yours as you both left the studio and into your apartment that is kept inside the company building.ย
Luckily for you, your entire group was able to have their own apartment unit to live here. So as Yunho took off his shoes inside your apartment, you flick on the lights and see the chaos of mess you left for yourself the past three days.ย
Clothes were thrown everywhere. Trash was filled to the brim, and your dishes continue to pile up more and more with each passing day. You flinch at the state of it all, embarrassed that Yunho is even here to see it.ย
However, Yunho said nothing at all. He looks back at you with a pained expression before walking further into your space, to the bathroom where he started a bath for you.ย
You followed closely behind, unable to stand the sight of your apartment any further. Iโll clean that later, you thought. Yunho finishes getting the bath ready, his hand dipped into the warm water with bubbles as sweet lavender fills the air. He lights a few candles that were left out on your countertop before going to you and stripping you from your clothes.ย
You let him, watching how he remains gentle with you, leaving kisses on your head each time he takes an article of clothing off you. You stood bare in front of him, not reacting in any way other than pure exhaustion as he carried you bridal style into the bath. He puts you in and watches how your body starts to relax in the water. Your shoulders no longer tense and your eyelids close as the smell of lavender consumes you.ย
โIโll be right back,โ Yunho kisses your cheek as he gets up to leave the bathroom.ย
You donโt bother questioning where he goes, the relaxing warmth of water only enticing you to further close your eyes and sleep with your head resting on the side of the tub.ย
While you were taking your bath, Yunho decided to clean up your apartment for you. He goes to put away your laundry, leaving whatever he thought is dirty into your hamper. Next, he sorts out your kitchen by washing the dishes, taking out the trash, and wiping all the counters. Then, he starts to vacuum your small space. Making sure your bathroom door is closed before doing so.ย
By the time he finishes, he looks around the small living space and sees everything the way you like it to be. He made a mental note to get you groceries tomorrow since he took the weekend off to take care of you. And as for your song, he will deal with that tomorrow as well, promising himself to help you out as soon as he sees you well rested and fed.ย
He opens the door to the bathroom and sees your sleep state in the tub, your head positioned in a way he knows isnโt suited to be in. He smiles softly, kneeling down and grabbing a rag to clean your body. Only then did you stir awake, feeling Yunhoโs soft hands on you, cleaning your body in the most gentle way he could.ย
You didnโt bother saying anything, only watching in a sleepy state as he maneuvers around your body, making sure you didnโt have to do much whilst he cleaned you.ย
By the time you finish taking a bath, you pad to your bedroom, take off your towel and change into some pajamas that you saw already lying down on your bed, most likely from Yunho.ย
You crawl into bed, holding your arms out to him in a silent way of telling him to cuddle up with you. He obliges happily, allowing you to scoot in and make room for his body to fit in your queen size bed.ย
Yunho pulls you in close, wrapping his arms around you as he presses soft kisses all over your face and head, whispering how heโll take care of you. You smile under his hold, whispering a โthank youโ as sleep finally takes over your whole entire system.ย
And as Yunho watches you finally relax in his arms, he places one more kiss on your forehead, whispering the one phrase you have yet to hear come out of his mouthโฆ
jungkook was undeniably your closest friend. you two came as a pair, packaged tightly together and wrapped in clingfilm. youโd known each other since you were both ten, sat together in primary school, stealing glances at one another as though the intrigue you both kept could hardly make either of you look away. the boy had won your heart in a flash when he offered his banana milk to you after punching the horrible boy that kept bullying you, all whilst offering you a big toothy grin.
he came shopping with you, standing outside of changing rooms with crossed arms and big biceps, analysing every short little skirt and blouse. heโd sit beside you in all of your classes, helping you with your note taking, buying you special highlighters so you could make them prettier. and at parties? jungkook would stand, arm around your waist, eyes shooting daggers at any man that tried to even think about coming near you whilst he took care of you.
you see, jungkook being your best friend was indeed undeniable. the other undeniable fact? he was utterly, completely and entirely in love with you.
it would have been fine, if you werenโt so clueless. you took his actions as nothing more than him being friendly, and comfortable with you and sure - you both dated other people, but heโd made it abundantly clear to every woman in his life that you came first in the peking order. naturally, this didnโt make them stay long.
he had a deep, twisted sort of obsession when it came to you, constantly needing you close, wanting to hold you, smell you, caress you in anyway possible. you let him, of course - you were a sweet little thing, you always assumed it was normal despite everyone in your life questioning it. you were asked a million times a week whether you and jungkook were dating to which youโd always tilt your head, mumbling out a confused no. whenever he was asked, heโd simply smirk, and shrug his shoulders, playing the ambiguity card.
you werenโt sly, however. he could see right through you. no matter how innocent youโd act, he knew you enjoyed the attention, craved it and needed it in a way that resembled himself - you were a mere reflection of one another. he had just come to understand his feelings first.
y/n and jungkook, a simple pair. you couldnโt find one without the other, and despite him being the openly touchy and expressive one out of you both, the only person who thought it was friendly was you. the irony was, you knew deep down it was all a facade you were keeping up in hopes he would never stop. it felt too good to change the game now.
even now, jungkook knocked on your door at 2 in the morning, hair messy, coming from one of the libraries after a long PHD study session. you sleepily rose from your bed, already half way to dreamland as you lazily opened the door. though you werenโt expecting him, you knew it could only be him knocking.
โdid i wake you?โ he murmured quietly as you yawned against the door, letting him in.
he walked in, placing his bag and shoes by the entrance whilst he watched you sleepily turn back to your bedroom. โmm, but itโs okay.โ
he followed you in, watching you snuggle back against your pillow. โscoot over.โ
you did exactly that, shuffling, watching as he joined you in your bed, taking over a large majority of the space. you groaned a little as his hands found your hips, large fingers pressing into your skin whilst he pulled you into his chest with utter ease.
โsmell good.โ you purred, curling your face into his neck. he felt himself visibly relax, breathing in the scent of your hair.
โitโs the cologne you got me.โ he murmured down at you.
you groaned in response, pleased at his answer.
if anyone were to see you both right now, the last possible thing theyโd ever assume you to be was friends and yet here you were. best friends, even, through thick and thin. youโd learnt not to question jungkookโs wandering hands, how it brushed your ass every time he ran it up and down your back. he, in return, didnโt question you on the way youโd steal his clothes, curling into them whilst demanding to lay on his chest, wrapped tightly in his thick biceps. a mutual understanding, if you will.
โhey, weโre still on for tomorrow right? jiminโs party?โ he whispered down, causing a subtle shiver down to go down your neck.
you huffed a little. โyes. now shut up, iโm sleepy.โ
he grinned at that, bunny teeth sinking into his bottom lip before he pressed quick peck to the top of your head, finding himself joining you into dreamland.
โ
you could hear the boom of jiminโs house minutes before youโd even arrived, offering a look over at your best friend yejin who was a giggling mess at the back seat of the uber. the blonde haired boy was notorious for his gatherings, unlimited alcohol thanks to his connections, and a gathering of people that rivalled multiple parties combined. he was a self proclaimed man of the people, offering his large home as a service to society. or so he claimed.
you slipped out once youโd arrived, pulling the hem of your tiny little dress down. the vibe for tonight was to have fun, find someone, get drunk, get ruined all before cosying back up in your warm, big bed. it didnโt feel like too much to ask for, and jiminโs party was the prime location to do it.
you followed yejin inside the too large house, immediately saying hi to people upon your arrival. within minutes, youโd both done your round, and you were finally walking up to your friends who were all mingling in the kitchen.
โhi.โ you squealed at the sight of your party host, who grinned widely before giving you a big hug. โhaving fun so far?โ
โjimin, this is insane.โ you laughed, taehyung wrapping his arm around your shoulders. โmore than insane, should of seen what happened 20 minutes ago, some girl slapped her boyfriend for flirting with someone else.โ
โyeah well, had to try out do the other one.โ jimin quipped, referencing his previous gatherings whilst already preparing you a drink.
โthe fact youโve managed that is insane.โ yejin grimaced whilst taking a sip of the concoction yoongi had prepared.
your eyes flickered to the tall, tatted boy stood by the wall, back pressed against the surface. a loose tshirt sat on his figure, and though it shielded you from seeing the hard panels on his body, the sheer expanse of his shoulders were enough to have your legs move towards him within seconds.
jungkook was staring at you, gaze as intense as ever. his tongue draped over his bottom lip momentarily, wetting it at the mere sight of you. โhi.โ he murmured down at you, lowering his head so his lips would graze your ear just slightly.
a shiver went down your spine. your fingers reached for his stomach, clutching his top gently. โalready drinking? thought youโd wait for me.โ
โbeen nursing it. donโt drink that.โ he moved the cup jimin had given you out of your hand, preparing one for you instead. he was possessive like that, small acts that you could never pin point.
โhm? this tastes good.โ you hummed, resting against him.
his arm slipped around your waist, done too casually despite the weight of it on your body. his eyes wandered over the tiny dress you were wearing, eyebrows furrowing.
โis this new?โ
you peered up. โyeah! you like it?โ you twirled a little, his arm loosening slightly. โgot it today, yejin said it makes my legs look good.โ
he grunted, half in appreciation and other half in annoyance that your mutual friend had you dressing in such a risquรฉ dress. the thought of other men noticing you enraged him, in a way that wasnโt normal; not that he gave a fuck.
โi do like it. arenโt you cold?โ he asked with narrowed eyes, hand returning to the bottom of your back.
you grinned into your cup, tilting your head. โthatโs what youโre for, duh.โ
at that, a smirk formed in his lips, the thought of you needing him in a way he was only more than happy to be was comforting to his obsessive brain.
the two of you muttered away, hidden away in a corner whilst your friends chatted around you. to the naked eye, you both appeared to be much more than the best friends you claimed to be. with your hands curled onto him, feeling his abs and hard chest under his clothes whilst his own were wandering up and down your back, often dipping low enough to touch your ass.
it didnโt register in your head that this wasnโt a normal thing. that friends shouldnโt touch each other so intimately, especially not ones that were as close as you and jungkook. the mask of friendship acted as a guide for you both, offering a rope of direction despite both of you often letting go, making your own decisions that completely disregarded what was supposed to be.
โgonna go to the bathroom.โ you groaned suddenly.
jungkook had been stood in front of you, leaned over so you were caged against the wall, forcing you to push his chest lightly. โwant me to come with?โ
โwhat, so you can watch me piss? does that get you off?โ you teased, watching as he rolled his eyes.
his tongue pushed against his cheek. โyeah, yeah, hurry up. iโll hold your drink.โ
you giggled to yourself, loving how riled up heโd get at a mere poke or jab, before sliding out of his grip, feeling his fingers tighten against you before letting go. jungkook watched you walk away, greedily taking in every inch of skin he could get. from your legs to your arms, the way your ass looked so fucking good in that dress. he let out a quiet groan.
you walked up the stairs, avoiding the moans emitting from different rooms like the plague. slipping into the bathroom, you quickly did your business before looking in the mirror whilst washing your hands. the alcohol had allowed for a flush against your cheeks and your pupils were dilated, you felt a rush all over your body. tonight was supposed to be chill, but the air felt electric.
you werenโt sure if it was the music, the amount of people or even the selection of drinks - but you felt slightly out of it. you shook your head, forcing yourself to stay present again before you began walking back to your best friend, almost too excitedly.
unfortunately for you, by the time you were slipping back into the kitchen, your tatted friend wasnโt there anymore, with hobi letting you know heโd gone into the main foyer. you, of course, listened and snuck between multiple people, exploring the house in a bid to find jungkook.
you huffed a little, realising he wasnโt there either. curse jimin, you thought, who needed a house this big anyway? your legs travelled around the expanse of the house, feeling slightly annoyed at the loss of your best friend who was usually stuck to your hip. you knew he preferred to stick together on nights like this, so you werenโt sure where he could be.
your legs took you to the living room, finding him leaning towards a corner which made your head tilt slightly, walking over immediately only to be stopped in your tracks the second you realised what was going on.
he had a girl in front of him, tall and leggy, and it took you no time to figure out who it was. yuna. his on and off ex of two years, toxic as could be, the one woman in the entire world you truly couldnโt stand whatsoever. unbeknownst to you, everytime youโd get into a relationship or begin seeing anyone, jungkook would return to her as a distraction, in hopes of making you jealous, to evoke any emotion he physically could. was it healthy? certainly not, but he didnโt really care for anyone that wasnโt you anyway.
you werenโt privy to this information, which meant your disdain for the frankly horrible woman felt unfounded. you felt guilty whenever youโd think about it, knowing you didnโt like her simply because she had jungkook when he felt more yours than anyone elseโs, not that you could ever discuss that with anyone. you huffed at the sight, arms crossed whilst staring right at them.
you both had made a pact. youโd broken up with your ex boyfriend a few months ago, and at the time you felt like it was potentially a mistake, but jungkook had talked you out of it. said if you donโt go back, he wouldnโt go back to his ex either and selfishly, you knew that was what you wanted. yeah, you might have missed your ex, but the secret possibility of having him all to yourself was too much not to indulge in. seeing him now, however, had you drowning in annoyance.
yunaโs gaze flickered over jungkookโs shoulder, noticing you stood a few metres away looking at them openly. she wasnโt very fond of you either. it was hard to stomach the fact she would always be second in jungkookโs eyes, if even that, compared to the best friend he kept so closely to him. you could call and heโd drop the entire world to be by your side, so it made her bitter, naturally. seeing you stood there, visibly losing in comparison to her made a small smirk form as she tilted her head upwards to look at jungkook, her hands suddenly sliding all over his chest and shoulders.
you scoffed, deciding youโd had enough as you turned on your heel and exited the room with a grumble. if he wanted her so bad, he could have her, you didnโt care. he wasnโt allowed to come back to yours after though, a broken promise is still a broken promise and you held a grudge like no one else.
โnow whatโs got you frowning at a party like this?โ jin questioned as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, seemingly appearing out of no where as you trudged to the kitchen to get drunk.
โnothing. itโs stupid.โ you shook your head.
โprobably, but if itโs upset you, letโs talk.โ
you sighed, as you grabbed the bottle of vodka, making a concoction you knew would be too strong for you to handle. you were a lightweight after all. โjungkookโs in a corner getting all close with yuna.โexess
โstupid boy.โ he shook his head. โare you upset because you donโt like seeing them together?โ he asked, leaning against the fridge, watching as yoongi and jimin walked in, seemingly with the same idea as you.
โwhat..no itโs not that.โ your cheeks flushed, a cheeky grin forming on his face that jimin was beginning to rival, understanding the context of the conversation immediately. โyeah? why you getting all red then?โ the younger man teased.
โshut up.โ you hissed, making him throw his hands up.
โokay. letโs say for arguments sake youโre not jealous, are you really gonna let that something as silly as that ruin your night?โ jin asked, bumping your hip whilst making his own drink. โyou canโt let his bad decisions dictate how you feel, enjoy yourself.โ
โgod. boring. donโt listen to him, y/n.โ jimin huffed, grabbing your arms and twirling you a little. โdonโt get upset. get even.โ
โhuh?โ yoongi asked, eyes narrowing. โokay, feels like it goes without saying that you shouldnโt listen to jimin right now.โ
you were intrigued, however. โwhat do you mean?โ you asked, peering at him.
โget even.โ he reiterated with a smirk. โgotta play him by his own game.โ
โyeah, well, itโs not like my ex is here.โ you grumbled at him, taking a sip of your too harsh drink, making you wince. jin tutted, stealing it out of your hand and making you another, more appropriate one.
jiminโs smirk could have rivaled the cheshire cat, with the way it pinned to either side of his face, clearly loving this game. he knew about jungkookโs feelings for you, and about the hidden feelings you could barely admit to yourself - wasnโt it time he had some fun, and made sure progress was being made?
โah, but i have something better.โ he tutted, leading you out to the entrance of the kitchen so you could look out all of the people here. โso many eligible bachelors. why go for something youโre used to, when you could try something new?โ
you pondered his words whilst you heard yoongi groan, taking the drink jin was preparing for you and downing it himself.
soon enough, you had found yourself the perfect man. you couldnโt really remember his name, jaehoon, jaehyun, something along those lines - not that it really mattered. he was the right fit for what you needed. you flirted in a way you knew worked best, eyelashes fluttering and a few casual touches here and there, he was practically smitten by the end.
youโd even gotten up to dance, his hands travelling all over the expanse of your stomach, your hips and hair. he was letting you know exactly what he felt and what he was thinking through his eager touch. normally, youโd feel disgusted, you werenโt someone that revelled in attention like this but it was hard to think when you were being guided by jealousy.
โwanna get out of here?โ he whispered down at you, voice heavy with intent.
at first, you faltered, as though ice water had been splashed onto your face, suddenly aware of what you were doing. one look upwards and you noticed jungkook wasnโt even around you, and for some stupid reason you couldnโt rationalise, it made you angry. he broke the pact. he had you walking around the party looking for him. him and his touches, wandering hands and fleeting looks - you knew friends didnโt do that, but it was jungkook. it was okay if it was him, you preferred it even, and yet here you stood, about to make the biggest mistake of your life out of pure ego.
โyeah.โ you huffed a little, carried away by your thoughts.
the man in front of you couldnโt believe his luck, you were easily one of the prettiest girls at the whole party and entirely out of his league so he wasnโt about to waste a single minute. he took your hand, smirk big whilst leading you through the house, and towards the door.
you passed some of your friends, who were all looking at you inquisitively, managing to get to the foyer before you were so rudely stopped by a hand yanking your own away from his grip.
โwhat the fuck are you doing?โ jungkook appeared, chest big and shoulders as wide as they could be.
he was inching towards the shorter man, eyes narrowed dangerously as though something completely unfathomable was taking place in front of him.
โwho are you?โ his eyebrows narrowed. โlet go.โ you hissed at the same time, yanking your hand out of his grip.
he turned to you, eyebrows furrowing in half confusion and annoyance. โwhat, youโre gonna leave with this guy? are you fucking stupid?โ
โwhatโs it to you?โ your eyes were matching his in emotion, whilst the man beside you watched you both in confusion. โlisten, man, she told me she was single..โ
โyeah, well sheโs not.โ he broke eye contact; facing him once more. โtouch my girl again and iโll fucking kill you.โ
that was all he needed to hear; backing down immediately and all but scurrying away. jungkook was very well known, he had a presence that made most men uncomfortable, a cocktail mix of strength and anger that anyone would shy away from. it was secretly one of your favourite things about him, you were convinced he was invincible - the thought of him being able to protect you so thoroughly had butterflies erupting in your stomach.
โjungkook.โ you hissed once more, anger bubbling in your stomach.
he didnโt bother to respond, grabbing you by your hips and pushing you almost harshly against the wall, secretly making sure your head didnโt bang. โwhat was that? leaving with some guy, you donโt even know who he was.โ
โwould it have been better if it was someone i knew, then?โ you scoffed, hands gripping his shirt where his hardened chest sat beneath, pushing him away though he didnโt budge whatsoever. stupid, concrete body.
his eyes were darker than youโd ever seen them. โyou donโt fucking leave with anyone that isnโt me, you hear me?โ
you rolled your eyes. โyou donโt get to act all innocent with me, iโm surprised youโre not upstairs with yuna right now.โ
โwhat are you talking about?โ
โi saw you, so donโt even bother.โ you huffed, pushing him by his chest once more only for him to grab your hands, pinning them to the wall above you.
โyeah? tell me what you saw, hm.โ he darkly whispered down at you. โdid you hear what we were talking about, or are you jumping to conclusions?โ
you wiggled slightly, his chest now all but pressed against yours. this position was entirely indecent, and if either of you were more aware of your surroundings, youโd be thankful that everyone was currently too drunk to notice you.
โyou said you wouldnโt talk to her anymore, that was the pact.โ you hissed. โyou promised and now youโve broken it, so i can do whatever i want, you donโt get to dictate my decisions.โ
he scoffed in your face, and your eyes widened lightly at the mere audacity, wiggling again against his grip. all this was doing was pushing your body tighter against him.
โyou know, if you had stuck around longer than 5 seconds you would have actually heard what we were talking about.โ he all but grumbled. โshe approached me, wouldnโt leave me alone, iโve spent the last 15 minutes telling her to fuck off, that iโve only got my eyes on one girl, only have time for you.โ
you stopped wiggling, his words hitting you one after the other.
โimagine my fucking surprise when i try find you, only to find some fuck leading you out of this place.โ his face was dangerously close to yours. โwhat were you planning, y/n? trying to get me angry? was that your game plan?โ
you didnโt respond, nervously keeping eye contact. your thighs were pressed against each other tightly, a sick part of you enjoying this more than anything, the way he was being a little rougher with you whilst still being protective - it made your brain sing.
โand what would you have done once you were both alone, hm? he wanted to fuck you.โ he growled harshly, making you grumble under your breath. โyou think a guy like that is worth fucking?โ
โokay, fine, i shouldnโt have jumped to conclusions. but you still broke the pact.โ you weakly pushed back, your ego too high to let him win.
jungkook knew it, knew the only reason youโd gone so far was out of jealousy and it made his heart clench harshly - it felt fucking incredible. his girl, his y/n, so bothered at the sight of another woman staking their claim on him that youโd become this blind? if only you knew the way he had shut yuna down, leaving the girl practically in tears after he explained how deeply his heart and brain were intertwined into you - that heโd take morsels from you if it meant being close to you, whilst he wouldnโt even look at her twice even if sheโd offer herself whole. he knew it was cruel, but in that moment, when all he wanted to do was return to you, he hardly cared.
โyeah, i did.โ he murmured after a moment, slowly easing your hands back down from the wall, now pushing them back onto his chest. he could feel your fingers pulling at the fabric of his t-shirt once more. โforgive me, baby. swear my intentions were good.โ
you nibbled on your bottom lip. he was still so close, his nose bumped against yours gently, โfine.โ you huffed a little, despite one of your hands drawling down to his stomach, feeling the tightness of his abs beneath.
he dipped his head so your cheeks were pressing together, his lips ghosting against your ear. โnow, stay with me for the rest of the night. next man i see touching you, iโll fuck up.โ
and as you both walked away, you sported a triumph grin, not only having jungkook possessively lead you to a spot on the couch, but also have his wandering hand go from your hip to firmly grabbing your ass.
โ
โhow much longer?โ jungkook groaned alongside yoongi, who sat beside him, arms crossed and eyes closed.
the two men were sat within the confinements of what felt like a jail, but was actually a mere clothing department. surrounded by pretty dresses and a flourish of colours, the pair felt utterly out of place, dragged here by either girl. yoongi and yejin had a weird back and forth that had been building for years, incredibly similar to your own relationship with jungkook? the difference between you, however, was they at least tried to be subtle for the sake of appearances.
โgod, just wait, youโre both so impatient.โ yejin huffed, whilst you both chatted away in your respective dressing rooms. โi donโt know about this one.โ you murmured, loud enough for jungkook to pick up on the slight tinge of anxiety in your voice.
โcome out, y/n.โ he gently coaxed, noticing your feet from underneath nervously shuffling.
you did exactly that, however, your hair pulled up into a messy ponytail that he couldnโt tear his eyes away from.
โwait let me see too!โ yejin excitedly rushed out, the lilac tone of her dress catching yoongiโs attention.
jungkook couldnโt look away from you. a sweet grey dress that hugged every inch of you - from where it sat on your calf to the way it dipped in at your waist. it felt like your legs went on for days, your breasts accentuated. you were perfection in a bottle, and the fact you werenโt sure drove him insane.
โi really like that, actually. you look nice.โ yoongi nodded in approval, yejin walking over and adjusting the straps. โoh, you are so getting this. you look hot.โ
you looked over at jungkook. it was his opinion you really wanted, and you knew it wasnโt healthy, but you craved his thoughts the most. he was soaking you in hungrily, eyes dark and legs parted slightly, causing you to flicker down secretly. he was enamoured by you.
โi like it.โ he grumbled. โi like it too much.โ
your cheeks flushed a little, pleased with your best friendโs approval. โyou sure kookie? just think this grey is too moody for a wedding, and maybe itโs too tight?โ
โitโs perfect. iโm wearing black, so weโll match.โ he shook his head. yejin grinned to herself before flaunting her outfit towards yoongi who was equally as enamoured.
โooh, are you wearing that suit we got together at the start of the year?โ you excitedly asked, shuffling over to him. you were now in front of him, his legs parted as he leaned back in his chair, your body inbetween.
he was taking you in, openly. from your eyes to your lips, lips to your neck, neck to your boobs and downwards. he couldnโt get enough.
โmm, yeah. remember you saying how much you liked it.โ his hands were touching you now, on your hips, sliding over the material hungrily. โi really do.โ you admitted, a small, too cheeky grin forming on your face.
yejin had returned to her dressing room now, you promptly doing the same, jungkookโs hands falling off of your body, watching the dress pool at your feet from the bottom of the door. he spread his legs a little wider, accommodating for the already growing nature of his length.
โhey, you guys joining us for dinner?โ yoongi asked him quietly, watching as yejin walked out, hands playing with her hair. โdunno man, might have to pass, sheโs kinda tired so thought iโd take her home.โ
he nodded, watching as you too came out. jungkook admired you whilst you both said your goodbyes, soon enough standing in front of him, in between his legs slightly, like before. โyou donโt have to come with me if youโre hungry, kookie, i donโt mind making my own way back.โ
he scoffed, whilst standing, height towering over you immediately. โgotta take my girl home, hm?โ
you didnโt want to admit the pounding that formed in your chest at his words and the ease in which he said them in. he took a hold of your hand, both protective and possessive whilst leading you to the counter, not sparing you a single glance as he paid for your dress. you had known him long enough to know heโd sooner die than let you pay for anything, another thing that had you kicking your legs and screaming into your pillow.
โwait, can we go to yours instead? just remembered my house is a mess and i donโt wanna deal with that right now.โ groaning into his arm whilst you walked beside him, peering up with big, hopeful eyes.
jungkook wanted to scream. as if he could say no to you.
โmm, sure. you left your stuff from last time too in case you want to shower.โ
you grinned wide at the confirmation. โhm, maybe iโll have a bath.โ
within the next half hour, you were in jungkookโs bath, soapy bubbles covering your naked body whilst you hummed in delight, candles littered everywhere to create some sort of ambience. you loved coming to his place, it was much bigger and warmer than your own apartment. his scent was also everywhere, which made your brain keen.
โyou hungry?โ jungkook called out from the kitchen, prepared to make you a whole ass meal at your mere confirmation.
you were away with the fairies, too cozied up in the warm water and scented bubbles to even begin to hear him. jungkook frowned, realising you hadnโt responded, making him walk towards the closed door, knocking lightly and asking again.
in return, all he got was a slight hum, as though you were confused of what he was asking. without thinking, the door was already being pushed open, revealing you.
your hair was pulled up in a cute little bun, whilst your knees propped up in the water, the only sliver of skin jungkook could see whilst the rest of your body lay hidden underneath the expanse of bubbles. he watched as you peered up at him lazily, as though this was the most normal thing in the world - as though friends were supposed to walk in on each other naked.
โwhat did you say?โ you murmured up at him whilst exhaling a little, seemingly content.
his lip quirked upwards slightly, whilst his cock thumped against the expanse of his boxers and jeans angrily. if you shifted, just slightly, just a littleโฆ
โasking if youโre hungry.โ his voice has become rough, causing your eyes to flicker over to him, before slowly trailing down, noticing the way he was evidently hard.
in all honesty, youโd noticed it constantly. whether it was you waking up to his morning wood pressed tightly against you, or whether it was at parties where youโd sit on his lap only to be left with a core aching for something you werenโt sure youโd ever get.
โnot really. this feels too good to leave.โ a sigh left your lips dramatically, making him crouch beside you, his hand dipping in the water slightly to feel the temperature. โthat does feel good.โ he confirmed.
โi even put the salt thing you bought for me. feels so nice.โ
if jungkook was any other man, he wouldnโt have been able to pick up on the secretive tone you were using. but, alas, he knew you better than you knew yourself, which meant he could recognise the teasing tilt to your voice with ease. you were enjoying this. you liked seeing him rock hard for you, and judging from the way your eyes kept flickering down, you were just as needy.
โyeah? mind if i join you, baby? wanna see whatโs got you like this.โ he was suddenly so close to your face; watching the way your pupils were dilating, your eyelids hooding whilst you offered a little nod, almost delirious.
hungrily, you watched him. he discarded his top, his jeans. he made sure your eyes were connected as he was left with his boxers, his length imprinted against the thin material, watching the way your gaze flickered down almost hungrily.
โmake some room.โ
it was though you were taken out of your trance, slowly pulling yourself to the corner of the massive bathtub whilst he himself got in, his boxers sat on the floor of the bathroom. jungkook rested against the opposite side of you, his back against the tub whilst you did the same, the bubbles mostly hiding you.
him, however - no he was a different story. his cock sat heavy against his stomach, pink and long, thicker than anything youโd ever seen before. it looked angry, the way it was twitching, hard and begging to be touched, visible to his sweet best friend.
he watched as you stared, little gasps leaving your mouth as you hungrily took him in. you werenโt hiding it, something he appreciated greatly.
the problem with your shared dynamic was that neither of you were shy about how you felt, making it clear to the world whilst never discussing it to one another, leaving you in this tension filled relationship where you both wanted each other in a way that felt stifling.
jungkook watched the way your chest and rose and fell, hints of your pebbled nipples coming to the surface before being hidden away once more.
โyou were right. does feel good.โ he casually murmured, wet hands running through his hair to keep it out of his face, as though his cock wasnโt leaking pre cum in front of you.
you werenโt sure what to say, core thumping and begging for something, anything.
he smirked slightly. โbut colder than i expected.โ your eyes looked up at his voice, finally listening again. โc-cold?โ
โyeah. warm me up?โ he tilted his head, watching as your body moved before you could even think.
you moved towards him, water sloshing, not that either of you cared, so your back was now suddenly against his chest, your naked bodies curling into one another with ease. your nudity wasnโt an issue for you, and certainly not for him, but the second you moved, you hadnโt realised this meant the bubbles were now moving away from you too.
your visibly naked body pressed against him, whilst his arm curled around you. he could see your breasts, the way they jolted with every move, causing his cock to twitch much to your non-secret enjoyment.
โfeels better.โ he breathed down at you, air tickling your ear, making you curl further into him. your hands were against him, one on his chest and the other at his side under the water, but your gaze had fallen directly onto his cock once more.
โpretty.โ you whispered up at him. his ego was beyond anything at the minute. what do you mean his pretty little best friend was perched, naked on his chest, admiring his fat length?
he nuzzled your nose, almost condescendingly with his own, eyes dark and dilated to match your own. โyeah? you like it?โ
you nodded, curling into him further whilst one of your hands drew circles against his stomach, dangerously close to where it sat. you werenโt as innocent as you looked, and jungkook fucking loved it.
his own hand curled tighter against you, fingers touching just above where your own pussy sat. โbeen like this since the dress shop. you looked so pretty.โ
the way he was cooing at you had your eyes fluttering shut for a moment, a small grin beginning to form. โiโm happy you liked my dress.โ
โi fucking loved it.โ he scoffed, drawing his own circles against you. โalways look so beautiful.โ
the ending of his sentence was whispered down at you, as though they were words too big for either of you to hear. it did nothing to stop your grin from growing, giggling a little into him as you nuzzled closer to his chest, your fingers brushing against his cock more openly.
you watched as it twitched, whilst his own hand was beginning to fall forwards, almost cupping your heat entirely.
โkookieโฆโ you began, nibbling down your bottom lip as you nervously looked up at him. โcan..can i?โ
instead of responding, jungkook took his free hand and took your own, pulling it up to his lips to plant pepper kisses all over it. your eyes were batting up at him, enjoying the affection and attention beyond anything you could ever describe, before watching him take your hand, and slowly wrap it around his dick.
your little gasp nearly had him bucking up into your hand. the way it couldnโt wrap around fully, your fingers much smaller than his and yet you wasted no time, beginning to pump him slowly, up and down.
โyouโre so thick.โ your voice was filled with awe, and again, his ego felt like it was about to sky rocket. jungkook wanted to close his eyes, relish the pleasurable feeling of you exploring him for the first time like he had dreamt of on so many occasions. and yet, he couldnโt look away from you, the way your eyes were hooded and your hands were moving up and down in pure intrigue. it made him want to ruin you.
โmy turn.โ he whispered in your ear, making you shiver. his hand that was grazing against you, now moved purposefully. jungkook ran two fingers up your slit, groaning a little at how wet you felt. despite the water growing colder each passing minute, you both felt on fire.
you let out a breathy moan, head pressing against jungkookโs cheeks as your legs opened up for him, the two of you peering up at one another.
โprettiest pussy iโve ever seen.โ he huffed through a moan, your hand moving up and down his length. your faces were turned to one another, breaths mingling as your lips sat dangerously close.
god, you were so beautiful. jungkook couldnโt get over the hazy look in your eyes, the way your gaze only ever looked away to look at your hand pumping him, or his own fingers moving against you.
a loud moan left your lips once you felt jungkook push a finger in, deep and full. he wasnโt waiting for you to adjust, merely pumping it with a curled edge, hitting you exactly where you needed it. your forehead now touched his own as you adjusted your body, giving him more access whilst you too sped up your actions.
neither of you could look away, pleasuring one another as though it was the most natural thing on earth, both yearning to kiss each other and yet there still seemed to be an air of uncertainty. soon enough, he added another finger, watching as your mouth fell open and eyes shut tight.
โcmon, baby, want your eyes on me.โ he whispered against you, pressing too gentle kisses to your face, making you whimper and nod whilst doing exactly that.
your hands were sloppy, almost unsure of yourself as the pleasure raked up and down your body. fortunately for you, jungkook was of the opinion you didnโt need to ever work, the concept both foreign and offensive to his mind. his hand darted out, taking a hold of your own on his cock and guided you, taking control of you whilst also fingering you, actions growing harsher.
โfuck. a pussy like this needs to be ruined. look at you; just begging to be stretched out.โ his words were pounding in your brain. โbet you canโt think unless youโre leaking cum.โ
you stretched your legs impossibly wider, water sloshing around you as you nodded along to his words, feeling them in the pit of your stomach. you wanted that so badly.
โjungkook, i canโt..โ the moans you were letting out were loud and bouncing off of the walls of the bathroom, whilst you both grew more and more erratic.
his fingers ploughed into you, in and out, curling right against that singular spot that had you arching your back into him whilst he helped you fist his cock.
โyou can.โ he hissed, biting your jaw, leaving hickeys against your neck and jawline as though he had every right. โwanna feel you cum for me, sweet girl. hm? so good to me, just letting my ruin your little pussy. who does it belong to?โ
โyou.โ you responded almost instantly, back arching as you felt something grow in the pit of your stomach. โall yours, kookie, always.โ
he nodded, forcing you to look at him as he too could feel his orgasm approaching. your words were like a drug to him, feeding ever warped belief heโd ever thought. you were both on the edge, so close, so ready to break, feeling higher than ever in one anotherโs arms.
he pulled you in suddenly, fingers leaving your core and dropping your hand away from his own cock. you wanted to whine until you realised what he was doing, positioning your body on top of him so he could slide his cock between your slit, pushing the tip into your tight hole.
โyouโre going to cum on my cock, y/n. you hear me? gonna fill you up, make sure it fucking sticks.โ his words were so dark, so possessive and yet they bounced around your brain in mere pleasure.
your body was shaking, he was a tight fit, but he wasted no time, only managing to fit the tip and an extra inch inside before roughly thrusting inside of you, building on both of your impending orgasms. if you thought his fingers felt good, the painful stretch of only a part of his cock had you screaming into his face. he couldnโt stop, his hands harsh and leaving bruises on your ass as he clutched, chasing both of your orgasms. neither of you were thinking clearly, which caused jungkook to lean even closer and press his lips tightly to yours.
your brain blanked.
the movement of his lips, the way your mouths moved in unison hungrily, both of your hands moving against one another was enough to finally push you over the edge.
your legs shook whilst jungkook came too, a loud grunt leaving his lips as ropes of cum painted your walls, whilst you cried out in pleasure, the too harsh coil bursting all over your body.
you felt like you were on cloud nine, and once you had finally come down for your high, you realise you were perhaps out out of it for longer than youโd realised. your back was against jungkookโs, his arm around your waist whilst the shower head above washed both of your bodies. your legs felt weak and hard to stand on, but his grip was tight and made you steady.
โyou okay?โ he gently murmured down at you, with a small kiss to your forehead, causing you to nod with a little curl. โi feel so good.โ you hummed, aching core a reminder of his love for you.
โgood. did so good for me, sweet girl. fingered all that cum back in you too, so itโs all inside.โ
his words would have scared any other girl, and yet here you were, quietly giggling to yourself like he had just said the most romantic thing on earth.
you reached over so you were turned in his arms, pressing your cheek to his chest, feeling entirely dwarfed in this position and yet it was exactly what you needed. the grin on jungkookโs lips rivalled that of a cheshire cat.
โcmon, letโs get you fed.โ
the rest of the day was spent with you sat in jungkookโs arms, continuing your usual routine. youโd always been touchy, holding one another, nuzzling in one anotherโs neck and cuddling but this? no, this was completely different.
he had you sat on the counter whilst he cooked for you, shirtless, feeding you spoonfuls whilst he kept a hand on you at all times. later, he fed you from his lap, making sure you were full and satiated. once you were done, you both popped on a movie, watching until you felt sleepy, his arms carrying you to his bed. you slept good that night, feeling protected as you curled into jungkookโs arms, biceps wrapped around you and his fat cock hidden away in your gummy walls.
though neither of you rushed to talk about what had happened, you almost didnโt feel the need to. jungkook was yours, he always had been, and yeah you didnโt have a label, but you werenโt sure anything could accurately describe what he was to you anyway.
you fell asleep in the arms of the only man youโd ever truly cared about, body and soul, heart and mind.
โ
you loved weddings more than anything else on earth. to be around people expressing joy for shared love felt pure in the sweetest of ways, and it was always an honour you held deep in your heart whenever you were invited.
you sat on a table with all of your friends. jungkook sat behind you and jimin to your right, the circular table wide and chatty, laughing with one another and clapping your hands excitedly when namjoon made his toast.
ever since that night with jungkook, things had changed. not in a bad way, oh contraire - his lips would often find your own in a sweet embrace, fleeting but gentle, his hands wandering inappropriately in their usual fashion but now it held more weight. youโd lost count on how many times heโd cum inside of you, it slowly becoming an addiction for you - you couldnโt function if he wasnโt inside you in some way. it was like a switch had shifted in both of your brains and it made you realise you didnโt want to pretend anymore, you liked his attention, yearned for it, wanted more and more and more.
you hadnโt seen him for a few days which felt like a lifetime, but your exams and your part time job kept you away from him, not that this was a deterrent. heโd send you videos you know youโd giggle at, or facetime you like he typically would. it felt different, the air had changed, and you found yourself longing for something you knew you could have.
jungkook had picked you up from yejinโs apartment, some of the other guys coming with too so you could all attend together, and he could have sworn youโd stolen his breath then and there. heโd seen you dressed for parties, or even half naked, but it didnโt compare to seeing you now. elegance dripped from every inch of you, your dress from the shop heโd bought you adorned on your body and your hair pulled back in a sweet bun, wispy pieces adorning your face. he was wearing the suit you loved so much, and the both of you couldnโt help but grin at one another.
on the ride there, the both of you sat in the back of yoongiโs car. his hand was against your thigh, possessive and meaningful and you found yourself playing with his fingers almost excitedly. you liked how visibly he wanted the world to know you belonged to him. made you feel good.
walking in, you werenโt sat together for the ceremony, with jungkook being further down in the row whilst you and yejin sat separately from the boys, much to his disappointment. this proved beneficial when he realised his position allowed for direct access to you, watching you greedily as he took you in. he couldnโt help but notice how many of the groomsmen were eyeing you up, and it made him clench his teeth but he remained quiet. a problem heโd deal with later.
the bride soon walked in, a vision in white, and jungkook watched the way your eyes utterly lit up, a little gasp leaving you. his gaze was hungry, obsessive, he couldnโt look away even if he wanted to - the way your small hands were clutched by your chest as though the mere sight of the bride had hearts pooling at your stomach. you wanted to be a bride? done, heโd get you a ring first thing tomorrow.
he was being quiet tonight, and despite now being sat behind you at the table, heโd not talked to you much. you were a slight over thinker, so you were assuming it might have been the environment, maybe he was uncomfortable at weddings? he didnโt seem uptight or anything, merely contemplative, and he was still being touchy so you assumed it was about something else as opposed to you.
silly little you had no idea that jungkook was thinking of the next steps. heโd propose to you, obviously, the title of boyfriend and girlfriend was insulting to him and heโd never stoop so low than to claim you in such a way. secondly; youโd get married, and heโd buy you a big house - he was already lined up for a high paying job that he was about to start, and he was pretty comfortable considering his familyโs fortune. did you want a lot of kids? lord knew jungkook would give you a hundred if thatโs what you wanted, or heโd live a life solely focused on you if thatโs what you preferred. he knew you well enough to know you liked children, always cooing and complaining about baby fever to him as though he wasnโt correctly equipped to heal you from it.
after a while, you simply couldnโt take it anymore, pulling at his sleeve a little, forcing him to look at you whilst everyone ate.
โyou okay?โ you tilted your head at him, wispy hair falling into your face.
fuck, jungkook thought. you were beauty defined.
โyeah, iโm all good.โ he confirmed, taking your tugging hand and intertwining his fingers with them underneath the table. โsorry, just been lost in thought.โ
โwhatโre you thinking about?โ you asked curiously.
he peered over your features, the way your big eyes were blinking up at him as though he held the answers to the universe.
he pressed a little kiss to your hand. โabout how pretty youโd be in a white dress.โ
you gasped almost immediately, catching the attention of yejin and seokjin who sat beside jungkook, before they looked away. you couldnโt tear your eyes away from him, chest beating hard at the insinuation of his words, gaze dropping to the way his lips quirked slightly at your reaction.
โwhy..โ you cleared your throat. โwhy are you thinking about that?โ
his thumb was tracing patterns against your skin, leaning closer to you for a minute. โi always think about you. feels fitting for the setting.โ
your heart was beating. was he teasing you? you didnโt even need to think to know the concept of jungkook being your future husband was something akin to having heaven on earth. a man utterly, entirely obsessed with you, showering you with love and affection whilst being a six foot something adonis. the fact he was your closest, most cherished best friend since childhood only added a little cherry on top.
โshut up.โ you pushed him lightly, but the dusting of pink in your cheeks was enough for anyone to notice.
soon enough, the wedding party actually began, with namjoon forcing all of you to dance and have fun, laughs being heard all around the room as you and other guests danced the night away. you knew you were lucky for having such a sweet circle of friends, all caring and uplifting, unafraid to make fools of themselves in the pursuit of joy.
you slipped away, grabbing yourself a champagne flute and heading out to the open balcony to get some air. you were having the time of your life, and despite having jungkook in your mind all of the time, it felt refreshing to be around such love whilst thinking of him. your best friend. your man.
a small smile formed on your face as you found yourself wanting to scream out loud, feeling so many happy emotions, humming a little as the nippy night air chilled the heat on your body, your exposed arms forming goosebumps.
โgod, itโs loud out there.โ a voice chirped to your left, making you gasp a little as you looked over.
a tallish man; blonde, green eyes. he was lanky, and resembled one of your exes. on any other occasion, youโd be ready to admit that he was undoubtedly your type, but at the minute, the only thing that could begin to occupy even one moment of your thoughts were that of big boba eyes and a bunny smile.
โyou startled me.โ you breathed, letting out a light laugh.
he grinned. โsorry.โ he turned to you fully. โtoo much for you too?โ
โjust wanted some air. got myself a drink, so, canโt complain.โ
he laughed in response with a little nod. you found yourself chatting to the stranger, finding out he was a close friend of the groom, was currently working as a lawyer, financially responsible, even had a dog. on paper, this man was the total catch and the fact he was being so openly responsive with you, it didnโt take a genius to figure out he clearly desired you.
however, you felt absolutely nothing.
sure he was attractive, but hardly anything could pull you away from the warmth jungkook provided. he felt like home. twisted, warped, dark and yet it felt safe, something you knew no one else could replicate. heโd known you since you were in pigtails, held your hand through every single thing youโd ever experienced and still stood tall. if not him, then who?
โokay, iโm just gonna ask. gotta shoot my shot, so..โ the green eyed man, nate as youโd come to learn, turned to you. โare you single?โ
your cheeks flushed almost instantly. you had a sneaky suspicion his interest was blooming from that angle and yet assumed the best. โoh..uh, not really.โ
โthat doesnโt seem like a confident no?โ he tilted his head.
you bit your lip, a slight smile forming. โguess itโs complicated.โ
โa girl like you shouldnโt be wasted on complicated. you deserve a clear answer.โ
you peered up at him, nibbling on your lip and contemplating. โi know what i mean to him, weโre best friendsโฆweโre more than anything i can describe, really. i donโt even know what youโd call us..i guess thatโs why it feels complicated.โ
nate took a swing of his drink. โwhat a lucky son of a bitch.โ
you giggled at that, before feeling a heavy warmth against your back, thick fingers clutching the side of your hip and breath tickling the back of your neck, a single kiss being pressed against it. your brain swirled with content, recognising the touch almost instantly, as though you were tethered.
โvery lucky.โ jungkook all but purred into your skin, a small and almost shy smile forming at your lips.
the man beside you instantly understood this man to be the exact one you had spoken about, and the sight of you together, the way you both melted into each others touch floored him for a moment. you were right - this was the epitome of complicated. as a stranger peering in from the outside, he wasnโt sure what heโd call you. boyfriend girlfriend felt foolish, anything more would be too little, but the way you were reacting and touching one another felt fated.
he took his leave, the once disappointment that swirled in his stomach quickly replaced by an understanding - you were each otherโs person. he didnโt stand a fucking chance.
โyou scared him away.โ you teased, whilst jungkook turned you in his arms, looking down at you with arms locked around your waist. โbad dog.โ
โyeah, i guess i did.โ he hummed. โbeen doing that with every man that comes your way for years. some slip through.โ
you giggled. he wasnโt joking. not that you needed to know.
he twirled a strand of your hair. โyou seem contemplative.โ
โis a girl not allowed to think?โ
โhm. i encourage it.โ hands slowly slipped up to the small of your back. โtell me your thoughts?โ
you bit your lip.
โwhat are we?โ you asked quietly, as though afraid youโd break the peace in the quiet you shared with him.
jungkook didnโt falter, though. not that you expected him to, but you knew that it was an age long question that made most people uncomfortable. it was about time you realised that jungkook wasnโt like most people, and he hadnโt been for the past 15 years youโd known him.
he tilted his head slightly, so that your eyes would meet his directly.
โyou are everything.โ he simply responded. โi feel like anything i label you as is too small and it feels insulting, but iโll take anything you give me.โ
you nibbled further, nodding. โi know.โ your voice came out a whisper. โiโve always liked you to be honest. i guess i just put our friendship first because youโre my best friend, you mean so much to me.โ
your admission was sweet, and he could feel it in the depths of his soul.
his finger reached up, tilting your head back gently and pressing a small kiss to your jaw. โi feel a lot more than like for you, y/n. think youโd run for the hills if you truly knew.โ
โi wouldnโt.โ you breathed out, pulling at his shirt, tugging. โwanna hear it. you can tell me.โ
jungkook stared down at you.
โyou are the only thing i ever think about.โ his finger under your chin was now caressing your cheek. you were so delicate. โmorning, afternoon, evening. i feel physically sick if i donโt see you, donโt touch you or talk to you. your voice alone feels healing.โ
you breathed out a shaky breath of air.
โremember our pact? i donโt talk to yuna, you donโt talk to your dumb fuck ex.โ you nodded.
โonly reason i ever entertained her was because i couldnโt stomach the thought of him being around you, getting to hold you and kiss you. even now, i feel angry, feel sick even thinking about it ever being a reality.โ
โjungkook..โ you all but gasped out.
โi know itโs fucked up. i know itโs not normal, but my brain is warped. iโm obsessed with you, felt this way ever since we were kids and itโs just gotten worse and worse and worse. but i donโt care, baby. youโre it for me and iโm spending my life making sure you feel every bit of that, i donโt care if it means i have to tear this world and make a new one for you.โ
your heart was beating out of your chest as you peered up at him, hands shaky and lips parted.
โyou, y/n, are mine. iโm yours too.โ he nodded. โso call me your boyfriend, or whatever you want, because soon enough, iโll be standing up there with you walking down the aisle all pretty in white.โ
he brought you closer.
โand even then, when you call me your husband, iโll feel fucking sick. because itโs a cheap comparison for what i feel for you, what i wanna be for you - youโre one half of me, and iโll never make you feel any less.โ
peering into jungkookโs eyes, you saw a swirl of two things. love, undoubtedly, which swam in pools of ebony brown, curling around his iris and hugging the whites of his eyes as though it was the most natural thing on earth. behind it, bigger, stronger even, sat infatuation - deadly, all encompassing.
if you were a better woman, youโd run for the hills, recognise him as the apex predator whilst identifying yourself as his ideal prey. unfortunately for you, every line of obsession that made up jungkookโs entire being was matched within your own. you were every inch of what he was to you, you felt the exact same emotions, the same need, the same awe, the same primal want that you couldnโt explain to anyone else.
he was yours, yours alone and youโd never let him forget it.
you were both leaning in, about to kiss, reaching a new high and understanding when your name was called out from inside the building. within seconds, it seemed you were pulled away out onto the dance floor where the bride was ready to toss her bouquet, your figure hidden amongst the other excited women around you.
you turned, your intention to simply watch as red petals flew in the air, cascading through the crowd and landing gently within your hands, brushing your fingers gently until they found a home in your embrace.
jungkook watched from the balcony, small smirk forming as he too clapped alongside everyone else in the room.
figures, you thought, catching his gaze as you inhaled the scent of the fresh roses. even luck knew where you belonged. captured tightly against harsh thorns, possessive and rough - no way out with no will to find one.
โญ bf!mingi x gf!reader x bestie!yunho
โญ four days away at the beach, hiding your feelings from all of your friends while youโre all under the same roof, a week after yunho broke up with you and mingi. easy enough, right?
โญ lots and lots of pinv, mxm, oral(m&f), edging, public play, bdsm dynamics (feel free to correct me on anything!! i tried to be accurate) praise, degradation, yunho being 3comp yunho. yes that's a warning in itself
โญ part three of three / wc 36.5k
โญ โ holy shit i can't believe it's over. thank you to everyone who stuck with me through this, this series is my actual fucking baby. it brought so many eyes to my blog and led me to meeting so many wonderful amazing people, thank you so much if you're reading this, if you have read anything about my 3comp babies. no other series has taught me so much. nothing will ever mean as much as this.
โญ โ if you don't recognize my rortor or if haos confused you, pay my good friends a visit here <3 thank u @svgaplvm for letting my people hangout with yours <3
โYou canโt seriously think this would ever work.โ
You and Mingi havenโt moved an inch since he left for the bedroom. Now stood in front of you in cargo pants and the same dirty tee that was crumpled on your bed, it seems his anger hasnโt dissipated in the three minutes it took for him to get his things together. A bag thrown over his shoulder, jaw locked, eyes wide and wild like youโd just sentenced him to death, it seems very clear that Jeong Yunho wasnโt coming back here.ย
โI was honest with you guys from the start,โ his voice keeps its edge, โI told you what I look for in a relationship, what I want. Thereโs none of that here.โ
Your teeth grit together, eyebrows slanted, fingers squeezing beneath your arms folded over your chest. โYouโre overreacting,โ you manage, heart running a marathon in your chest, ignoring the fact that his words hurt as you mask your feelings with a show of anger.ย
โYou two are together,โ he points between you and your boyfriend with a finger. โI shouldnโt even be part of the equation. I let this go on too long, let it become too serious.โ
โYou think youโre the only one to blame?โ Mingi surprises you with his words, the sharpness behind them, the glossiness in his eyes the only signal of sadness. โWe thought we were already in a relationship, itโs all of our fault for not communicating.โ
Yunho looks like heโs seen a ghost. โYouโ Are you serious?โ
You nod, you thought it was obvious, โYunho, we haven't been apart for more than twelve hours in weeks.โ
He turns on his heel, โI canโt believe weโre even having this conversation.โ
Mingi stands, following Yunho as he crosses your living room, โYouโre just going to leave? You arenโt gonna talk this out?โ
You watch from the couch, breathing deep into your lungs, ignoring how your eyes watered. Yunho turns around sharply, โWhat is there to talk about? We were fucking, and now weโre not. Thatโs it.โ
You gasp from the couch, Mingi shrinks where he stands. Taking a step back, shaking his head, his voice is shaky as he says, โYou donโt mean that.โ
โI told you,โ Yunho slips his feet into his shoes. โIโve been honest from the start. If you took it more seriously, thatโs on you. Iโm sorry.โ
Mingiโs arms fall to his sides as Yunho leaves through your front door, the heavy oak slamming shut behind him. Your heart breaks as Mingiโs head hangs low, his shoulders shaking, and itโs the sniff you hear from the couch that gets you on your feet, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend.ย
โHeโs just scared,โ you whisper, tears lining your own eyes as Mingi racks a sob into your chest. โHeโs just scared, Min. Heโll come around.โ
His voice is wrecked, ragged and layered with grief, โI canโt believe he said all of that.โ
โMe either,โ you shake your head, tears slipping down your cheeks as you run your fingers through his hair, your other hand rubbing circles into his back. โItโs Yunho, we know how he is, especially with relationships.โ
โI thought we were different,โ Mingi picks his head up, pulling away from you to wipe his eyes. โI thought he was getting over his dramatic relationship block because of us.โ He sniffs, then speaks through another sob, his voice cracking, โI thought he loved us, too.โ
โYou love him?โ Your eyes widen, hands landing on his shoulders, and he nods without hesitation. โShit,โ you mutter under your breath, eyes screwing shut in an attempt to get your mind to bypass the shock so you can think.ย
โDonโt you?โ Mingi asks, his voice small, like if you said no he might crack entirely.
His laugh crossed your mind first. Eyes squeezed to crescents, grin spread wide, head tipping back as the most beautiful sound left his lips, you always got lost in him when he laughed. A hearty chuckle or a small giggle, when Yunho was emitting nothing but pure joyโฆ Yeah, you loved him.ย
You loved how he walked closest to the street, how he already had your order memorized at the cafe around the corner. You loved how he touched you, soft and delicate, how he complimented you every time he saw you. You loved that he wasnโt afraid to say the hard things, like telling you that you snore, or that this time your boss was in the right. You loved that he kept small pieces of you close in the years of knowing you, how he revealed his knowledge of you in the past month, how he wasnโt afraid to show his passion.ย
You loved him, and you fucking knew he loved you back.ย
โYeah,โ your nod isnโt immediate. โI think I do.โ
Mingiโs lip quivers, โWeโre just gonna let him leave?โ
โWeโre adults,โ your voice is shakier than you need it to be, forever the rock holding Mingiโs hurricane. โHeโs an adult. If he wants us, this, heโll come back.โ
Mingi shakes his head profusely, taking a step back from you, โIf we love him then we fight for him, Iโm not waiting around while he thinks this is over.โ
Your lips curve upward, the most Mingi thing heโs ever said, โWeโll be with him for four days at the beach. Let him sit in the hole heโs dug himself in, let him miss us for a few days.โ
Mingi looks at you like youโre speaking another language, โHe probably wonโt even look at us while weโre at the beach if we wait until then.โ
โIf we love him,โ you step closer to him. โThen chances are he loves us, too. Let him take the time he needs to realize it.โ
Mingi takes a heavy breath, thinking about who Yunho is, how he handles situations. With poise, consideration, vigilance. He thinks of all outcomes, all strategies, Yunho thinks of everything with his mind, and not always his heart. Mingi nods, because he hopes that just this once, heโll think with his heart, and figure out the rest later.ย
Yunho hasnโt called.ย
Not a text, not a word, not a breath.ย
But you were on your way to Haosโ and from Wooyoungโs call this morning, asking what time to pick you up, you found out that heโd talked to Yunho just before he called you, and he was still coming to the beach. A shred of relief washed over you as the words left his mouth, it couldnโt be that bad if he was still coming to the beach, four days spent in proximity with you and your boyfriend. And your ten other friends.ย Right?
โDo you want to stop at the convenience store for anything? Water, coffee, a snack?โ Wooyoung asks from the driverโs seat, black hair shagged over his ears, his forehead, curling at the nape of his neck.ย
Sana groans from the seat beside you, โCan we just go straight there? Iโm itching to be on the beach with a drink in my hand.โ Dressed in jeans and a strappy tank, heels on her feet, curled dark locks framing her cheekbones, she looked like she was going to the club rather than traveling for a vacation. Being eight in the morning, you looked like you just rolled out of bed.ย
Mainly because you did.ย
โI wasnโt just asking you, San,โ Wooyoung cuts from the front of the black rental he drove. โWeโve been driving for an hour already.โ
โWhich means we should only have ten more minutes in the car if you just drive,โ she bites back, rolling her eyes. She gives you a look, shaking her head as if Woo was asking the stupidest question in the world. She whispers to you, โHe should have asked an hour ago.โย
You smile at her instead of giving her an answer, redirecting your gaze to the top of Mingiโs head that peeks over the headrest of the passenger seat. After spending some time away from her, you thought youโd at least be a little excited to see her, but alas, she still drives you up a fucking wall. You could have gone longer.ย
You lean your head against the window for the last ten minutes, listening to soft rock music with your eyes glued to the intricate, tall houses along the coast, the small shops, the ice cream parlors, everything about this place screaming beach. Summer. Rich summer. You were still excited to come here, drama aside, spending time with your friends, cozying up in one of Sanโs queen-sized beds in one of his several bedrooms. You loved his house, the feeling it gave you, how badly youโd like to own something like it one day.ย
You didnโt mind four days of pretending it was yours, nor did you mind laying on the beach, a drink in your hand. Maybe youโd shove your feelings aside and stay glued to Sana all weekend.ย
Finally pulling up on a rocky driveway, you pull your eyes away from the beach just beside it, taking in the cream-colored fucking mansion before you. Ridiculous architecture, a two-car garage, a double main staircase, several balconies and a fenced rooftop, what always took your breath away was the windows. So much light poured into the house, salt scented air rushing through the space when the countless pairs of double doors opened, this house screamed happiness. It screamed carefree.
You let the feeling fill you, let it take a weight off your chest as you stretch your body upon leaving the backseat. Whatever happened this weekend, youโd accept. However you and Mingi returned home, with or without another boyfriend, youโd be okay. Both of you.ย
You took a look around the driveway as Wooyoung and Mingi went into the trunk to grab all of your luggage. You and Mingi shared one, but Sanaโฆ She had two for herself, she bragged about it as soon as you opened the car door.ย
Three other cars sat in the driveway. You recognized Yeosangโs, Jonghoโs, Seonghwaโs, you assumed San and Jonginโs cars were in the garage. No sign of Yunhoโs car.ย
Mingi carried your luggage in behind you, you didnโt knock as you walked through Sanโs front door, nor did you have time to appreciate the creams, whites and blues stretching across the inside, because the only other person in the living room when you walked inside was Yunho.ย
Your jaw clenched as your eyes slid over the back of him, faced away from you as he scrolled on his phone.
โHoney, Iโm home!โ Wooyoung yelled from behind you, and his voice echoed through the archways of the main floor, bouncing off each perfectly staged wall, the balcony above you.ย
Yunho snapped around, meeting your eye, and he immediately stiffened. With one of his infamous linen sets on, barefoot and his hair swept back, you had to stop yourself from muttering damn under your breath. You loved when he looked like summer, but you also loved when he looked like winter, when he needed the comfort of fleece to keep him warm. Maybe you loved Yunho in anything.ย
You looked away fast, turning to face Mingi who was already staring over your head, at his best friend who had undoubtedly become something more. Mingi stared at him with hope, with an unanswered question, with so much fucking love in his eyes you felt the cracking of your heart in your chest.ย
โFinally!โ You heard San before you saw him, shirtless and in swim trunks, body tanned and golden and sculpted by God himself. He wore a wide grin, Jongin following behind him, his boyfriend just as gorgeous as he is, taller and handsome and damn, just as sculpted.ย
San pulls Wooyoung into a tight hug, โI missed you, man. Itโs been too long.โย
โItโs barely been a month,โ Wooyoung chuckles. โBut yeah, too long.โย
Sanaโs heels click against the pale hardwood as Jongin pulls her into a hug, the two men exchanging with the couple as you and Mingi attempt to ignore the elephant in the room only visible to the two of you.ย
Wooyoung pulls Yunho into a hug as you and Mingi share exchanges with San and Jongin, just as the others start piling into the living room.ย
โWeโve been waiting for you guys!โ Tzuyu squeals as she enters your view, and youโre immediately pulled into all the women of the house, sharing hugs and kisses on the cheek.ย
โI canโt believe weโre the last ones here,โ youโre smiling, warmth filling your chest as you bathe in everyoneโs excitement.ย
Jihyo smirks, โLate because you were getting frisky?โย
You roll your eyes, heat warming your cheeks, โYou need to let go of that. Like, now.โย
โFrisky?โ Tzuyu pops a brow. โFill me in.โย
โI went over her and Mingiโs place and saw a vibโโ
โOkay!โ You speak over her, hands ready to clamp over her mouth, and she winks at Tzuyu in a silent promise to fill her in later. You prayed it didnโt include Yunhoโs name.ย
โWho has which room?โ Sana asks loudly, speaking over everyone in the midst of conversation.ย
โWe were waiting for you to decide, princess,โ Seonghwa replies, voice smooth, a snarky remark hidden behind a beautiful smile. Your lips curl upward when you see him, stood tall next to his boyfriend, Seonghwaโs open shirt matched Hongjoongโs shorts.ย
โJongin and I have the master,โ San says. โThereโs five other bedrooms, one has a pull-out futon.โย
โAssuming Iโm on the futon,โ Yunho immediately adds, his voice flat. โSince Iโm the only single one here.โย
Your eyes flicker between the two, heart thumping against your chest, stomach feeling sick at hearing him say heโs single.ย
โYou would have been fucked if you brought a date,โ San's smile is anything but sheepish. โBut Iโm sure no one will mind if you crash their room, maybe one of the girlies are out of commission for sexual activity and it wonโt matter.โย
Jongin smacks his chest with a disgusted look, but San giggles to himself. You look around the room and all the girls fall quiet, all the guys stay quiet, too used to San and his remarks to feed him a reaction.ย
โHe can room with you and Mingi,โ Jihyo nudges your shoulder from beside you,.โDuh. You guys are super close, anyways, just kick him out when you wanna fuck.โย
โWe arenโt twenty years old, Ji,โ you muster. โWe can go a few days without fucking.โย
You look up at Mingi and you can tell heโs teetering on the edge of losing his shit. You turn to Yunho and he looks like thatโs the last thing he wants. Seeing his face, the clear dislike of the idea, imagining the thoughts racing through his mind, all of it combined makes you slap a smile on your face, โYeah, thatโs fine. Weโll take him.โย
โHope you left the hitachi at home,โ Jihyo whispers in your ear, winking. You nudge her back, forcing the smile to stay on your faceโ no one has any idea of what youโve gone through the last few days. What happened. What started it in the first place.ย
โPerfect!โ San claps his hands together. โThat was easy. Go unpack your shit and then we can go to the beach.โย
Mingi is at your side as soon as everyone takes a step toward the staircase, voice a low growl in your ear, โWhy did you do that?โย
You whisper back, โItโll be fine.โย
You didnโt know if it would be fine.ย
โThree bedrooms on the second floor, two on the top, master is on the main floor. You guys can figure out which rooms yourselves,โ San says from the base of the steps as you all make your way up, your shoes hitting the hardwood in chorus, everyone dragging their belongings behind them.ย
Yunho stays close behind you and Mingi as you check each room in search of yours, taking in the detail of the hallways, where the bathrooms were. The paintings on the walls, tables with vases, starfish, framed pictures of small sayings of wordplays with the word beach, you made sure to take in everything, let it fill you with ease, you were on vacation.ย
You wouldnโt let Yunho ruin it.ย
On the third floor, Jihyo and Jongho peeled off into a room at the beginning of the hallway, a bathroom and two closets between you as yours lived at the end. A queen-sized bed, a couch along the wall that pulled out to a bed, the room was decently sized. Cozy, with its balcony attached, white covering the walls, the bedspread and couch a pale blue.ย
Mingi threw your suitcase onto the bed as Yunho threw his duffle bag onto the couch. The air was tense, heavy, you could hear conversation downstairs, Jihyo and Jongho unpacking just down the hall. There was no sound coming from your room other than zippers sliding and clothes being shuffled.ย
You stood opposite Mingi on either side of the bed as he sorted through the suitcase, zeroed in on his hands as he separated the clothes you were hanging from the ones going into drawers. With your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, you stood focused, yet thinking of nothing as your ears rang, buzzing beneath the heaviness of silence.ย
What was he thinking right now?ย
Your eyes flickered to him as he pulled clothes out of his duffel bag, folding them along the couch, laying out the clothes he was hanging up, keeping his toiletries separate. Your gaze fell on his shoulders, broad and muscular beneath the linen he wore, the length of his legs stretching to the floor beneath him, bare feet pressed against hardwood, stepping to the side to fold another tee along the cushion.ย
You turn your attention back to Mingi, shaking off the discomfort as you grab the clothes to hang up, heading for the closet next to the couch. You lay the clothes over the armrest, hanging up tops, Mingiโs favorite pair of nice pants, the dress you brought to wear to the bar on Saturday. You think thatโs the only time you were going out all weekend other than to small shops around the town.ย
The last shirt you had to hang, one of Mingiโs, you knew you grabbed it from the stack of clothes on the bed, but it wasnโt splayed out on the couch beside you. Brows furrowed, you turned on your heel to check the bed, just for Yunho to be stood at your side, holding the shirt out for you while he had his own stack of clothes folded over his forearm.ย
You swallowed, avoiding his eye, โThanks.โย
Grabbing the shirt from his hand, your fingers brushed against each other, the feeling of his skin on yours no matter how small immediately sent a jolt of electricity up your forearm, into your shoulder. You were quick to hang up the last shirt, moving out of his way, back to where Mingi was before the dresser.ย
While he laid folded clothes, pajamas, boxers and panties into separate drawers, you grabbed your bikinis, his swim shorts, cover-ups and the singular bra you brought to help him. The room still silent, suffocating with everything left unsaid, you began laying out your toiletries along the top of the dresser.ย
You could feel his eyes. Lifting your gaze, meeting his stare through the mirror, you shuffled to the side as he sauntered up next to you, throwing his own clothes into the rest of the empty drawers.ย
God, is this what the rest of the week was gonna be like? If so, fuck that, he can sleep on the couch. Downstairs. Far away from you and Mingi so you can enjoy this room and its balcony all to yourself.ย
โHey!โ Tzuyu gleamed, knocking on the doorframe at the same time as she spoke. You jumped a foot in the air, hand clasping your chest, a gasp escaping your chest. She giggles, long brown hair in a braid over one shoulder, bikini already on her body. โYeosang and I are going to the liquor store before we head down to the beach, want anything?โย
โUh,โ you glance up at Mingi, trying to find words. โTequila, beer, some kind of seltzer to sip on. The usual shit.โย
She nods, โSame beer as always, right?โย
โPlease,โ Mingi nods back, giving her a smile that she would never know wasnโt real.ย
Your stomach fucking aches. You could push your pain aside, but when it comes to Mingi, seeing him hurt in real time, you could feel it as if he shared it with you. Your jaw locks, you could not go the whole week like this.ย
Tzuyu peeks her head back in, โYou should get ready, weโll be back in ten.โย
โGot it,โ you smile, and when she bounces out of your room again, it drops. You needed to do something. You rack your brain as you zip the suitcase closed, shoving it beneath the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress.ย
Yunho was pretending. He was forcing a mindset on himself, ignoring his feelings for you and Mingi, he was putting on a show that he didnโt mean. In his head, he was protecting himself, or maybe he was protecting you two from getting hurt, of what could go wrong in the future.ย
You glance up at Mingi who stood leaned up against the dresser, on his phone. You glance over at Yunho who sits on the couch, on his phone. Just because he was acting like he doesnโt love you, doesnโt mean that he believes it.ย
Your eyes land on Mingi again, holding them there. He looks up from his phone, meeting your stare.ย
Your lips curve upward. Iโm gonna do something crazy.ย
He pops an eyebrow, lips crinkling. Oh no.ย
Your smile grows, eyes flashing something dangerous. You gotta trust me on this one.ย
Mingi nods, face still wary. I always trust you.ย
You push yourself up off the bed to the dresser, opening one of the drawers, pulling out one of your bikinis from the bottom. You should really thank Jihyo for even putting it in your mind that you should wear one of your college bikinisโ so small and skimpy it could barely be considered anything other than string, you funneled confidence into your veins. You wouldnโt care about how you looked after a drink or two, anyways.ย
Your eyes meet Mingiโs through the mirror, bikini in your hands. Are you picking up what Iโm putting down?
Mingi shoots you a silent laugh. Youโre fucking nuts.ย
You stick your tongue out. You love it.ย
Mingi licks his lips. I love you, and that bikini.ย
You hold his eyes through the mirror. Remember what I said, trust me.ย
Letting your eyes dance over Yunho once more, you lay the bikini out over the dresser, and then pull your shirt over your head in one quick motion.ย
โShiiit,โ Mingi mutters under his breath, long and dragged out from the bed, purposely loud enough for Yunho to hear. His eyes pick up, seeing you through the mirror, eyes catching on you shimmying your shorts down your legs, then your panties.ย
You donโt let your gaze linger, pulling the bottoms up your legs, then tying the top around your back. โMin, can you tie me?โย
Heโs at your back in an instant, letting his hands dance along your waist before settling at the back of your neck, bikini strings between his fingers. Youโre smiling at each other through the mirror and itโs then that you know he understands whatโs going through your mind, the plan you cooked up just a minute ago.ย
His hands settle on your hips after he finishes tying your top, and both of your eyes slide to Yunho, catching him just as he looks back down at his phone, fingers pressed to his forehead. You smirk at Mingi through the mirror, wondering if maybe you pushed Yunho just a little harder, could you crack the shell of his facade?
Yunhoโs never been a huge fan of the beach. He burns easily, sand gets between his toes, in places he simply canโt reach, he hates how his hair looks after being in the breezy, salty air for too long. Heโs been excited to come to Haos despite it, to spend time with you and Mingi away from home, but he didnโt give it enough thought to really consider the logistics of it all.ย
To himself, he thought it easy: Around everyone else, you and Mingi would be your usual selves, madly in love for the world to see. At the end of the night, behind closed doors, where no one could hear you or see you, thatโs when heโd have his way with you both. Heโd be lying to himself if he said he wasnโt excited for that most of all.ย
Forcing you into submission, into silence in the dead of night, so the whole house couldnโt hear the whiney moans that leave Mingiโs mouth when Yunho takes him, or the shrill screams that Yunho pulls from your chest when he pushes you just a little too far. Itโd be funโ that was fun to him, keeping the two of you hidden away, his two nasty little secrets. No one had to know.ย
Because if they did, if anyone knew anything, itโd break your perfect bubble. Heโd be forced to admit that he hated the idea of not being able to touch you in public, not being able to kiss you, or even flirt with you. Either of you. Which opens another question, one Yunho wasnโt willing to answer, or give any more of his attention.ย
Luckily, it blew up in his face before he had the chance to worry about it too much, like it has a hundred times before with plenty of different partners. This was the routineโ fuck for awhile, become a little more on accident, realize that this isnโt what he wants, leave. Leave, leave, leave. Yunho was good at leaving, at hiding, at not taking what he wants when itโs staring at him in the face.ย
It was too fucking vulnerable. He ached for love, for true routine, to wake up next to someone and go grocery shopping on Sunday mornings. He yearned for someone to know him down to his core, to love him for the silly things, not just how he fucked or how he guided. For how much he needed to take care of his partners, he never realized how much he needed to be taken care of, too.ย
This morning, how you stared at him with a locked jaw, a storm in your eyes, he knew he deserved it. He deserved your anger, your pain, he wishes he could take it from you and keep it for himself. How Mingi looked at him, with pain and love and hope, seeing Mingiโs feelings raw in his eyes terrified Yunho. Knowing Mingi hurt, that he was the cause of his ache but also knowing heโd take him back in a second, it sent a shiver down his spine, leaving a hole too deep, too cold in his gut.ย
He really fucked up this time. He really, seriously, absolutely fucked up. He's fallen asleep cuddled up to your side, heโs woken up beside you for weeks. Heโs gone grocery shopping with you, he keeps a mental list of everything you have in your house. You made space for him in your home, for his body and his clothes, he has a toothbrush beside your sink, products in your shower, socks in the top drawer of Mingiโs dresser. Heโs felt the rush of affection when Mingi finishes his sentence, heโs felt the pain sitting in the crease of your brow without it having anything to do with him.ย
He walked into what he was most afraid of, but what heโs yearned for without even realizing. Everything happened so fucking fast. That night with Mingi was the true beginning, he thinks, the catalyst that made him fall headfirst without casting a net. That night changed all of your boundaries, leaving everything in open field for the taking. Yunho took it with greedy hands, but then he destroyed it all the same.ย
He knows what youโre thinking. In that pretty little head of yours thereโs millions of beautiful, strategic thoughts, plans, ways to get him back in your bed. Even though he fucked up. Even though he was the one that destroyed it all.ย
The curve of your chest in the mirror, a peek of the goldmine between your legs as you bent over, if this was a week ago he would have pinned your chest to the glass and fucked you until you were crying just for teasing him. Mingiโs hands trailing down your skin, his breath on the back of your neck, jealousy infested Yunho like a disease. He could feel the ghost of Mingiโs hands on his body, on his chest, his abdomen, his torso, he forced himself to tear his eyes away so he didnโt break.ย
Yunho was the one who fucked it all up, and here you two were, trying to get him to fix it. Naive and optimistic, two traits that you two shared that made Yunho feel like he was your missing piece. He wouldnโt break so easily, you two have to know that, you know him.ย
He watches you run across the sand, wet chest bouncing beneath golden sunrays with a can grasped in your palm. Mingi follows you from the water, trunks slick to his thighs, the inseam of his shorts shorter than any other pair he owned. Yunho sits with his jaw locked, his fingers curled around the armrests of the beach chair beneath the umbrella, watching as Mingi picks you up from behind, a grin on his lips as he presses them to your cheek.ย
You two didnโt do PDA. You havenโt since you were in your early twenties, when your relationship just began. Everyone in the group knows it, but no one notices, no one pays any mind to the clear show you were putting on just for him. Mingiโs arm is hooked around your torso, black hair clinging to his cheeks, his neck, the two of you dripping in saltwater and love. He keeps you there, hanging off his arm as he walks back up to where you set up, your giggles becoming clearer, reminding him of his favorite song the closer you get.ย ย
He could just get up and go back inside. The beach was Sanโs backyard, after all.ย
โCan you hand me another seltzer, please?โ You ask sweetly as soon as Mingi puts your feet back on the ground. Yunho blinks beneath his shades before the question registers in his mind, itโs the first that youโve spoken to him other than thanks in the bedroom.ย
He reaches into the cooler, making sure to hand you your favorite flavor, feeling bile rise up in his throat when Mingi opens it for you and plants a kiss on your lips before you take a sip. Maybe he had it all wrongโ maybe you didnโt fucking care that Yunho was no longer apart of your relationship. Maybe, in some sick, twisted way, what happened just a few days ago made your relationship stronger. Seems about right for the two of you.ย
โLetโs play volleyball!โ Wooyoung shouts over the hum of soft rock music and waves in his ear. He forces his eyes away from you two to glance at Wooyoung, holding a volleyball to his chest while beads of sweat drip down his bronzed, tanned skin.ย
โHell no,โ Sana responds from her towel, laying on her stomach with a bucket filled with God knows what kind of liquor in the sand just above her head. โWeโre relaxing.โย
โI meant the guys,โ Wooyoung replies, the smile on his cheeks never faltering, ignoring his girlfriendsโ tone completely. He wiggles his eyebrows at Yunho, โYou up for it? A little friendly game?โย
โIโm out,โ Hongjoong responds from his chair, can of beer in his hand, head laid back along the headrest beneath the shade of the umbrella, โI just ate a gummy.โย
โIโm out, too,โ Yeosang lifts his head from his towel, Tzuyu at his side, the two of them cuddled up so close under the burning sun he wondered how they werenโt suffocating.ย
โIโm going to swim,โ Jongin waves a hand, already turning his heel to walk down to the shore.ย
โIโm down,โ Yunho says, needing a break from staring, standing from his chair.ย
โIโm down, too,โ Mingi adds as if on command, pressing another kiss to your lips before walking towards where Wooyoung stood behind Yunho.ย
San, Jongho and Seonghwa make their way towards them, too, and Yunho quickly regrets his decision when Mingi stops directly at his side. He stiffens, eyes glancing down to where Mingiโs hand lingers inches beside his.ย
โThree versus three then?โ San smirks as the six of them make their way towards the net across the beach. โI call Woo and Mingi on my team.โย
Jongho breaks into a laugh as he leans on the pole beside the net, fingers sinking into the webbing, โSo itโs me, Hwa and Yunho?โ
โI think thatโs fair,โ San shrugs. โWe share the towers.โ
Yunho rolls his eyes, and Mingiโs smile is wide. Seonghwa dips under the net to the other side of the sandy court, โTheyโre both competitive, too. Think itโs best we share.โย
โWe can hear you, yโknow,โ Yunho follows, sliding into position flanking Jonghoโs side, a grin crawling over his cheeks that was nothing short of competitive. โNo need to fight over us.โย
โFirst team to twenty,โ Wooyoung juts out his chin from the other side of the net, โBest out of three?โ
Yunho pushes out an accidental sigh, โThree games?โย
Mingi, like heโd been waiting for that comment, snaps. โWhy not?โ He cocks his head to the side, smile dangerous. โThree games too much of a commitment for you?โย
The blood from Yunhoโs face drains, the amusement in his eyes gone. After Yunhoโs face falls, Mingi giggles, and the rest of the guys seem completely unaware of the jab that just left Mingiโs mouth. Yunho glares at him, knowing now that the two of you are serious about getting under his skin, but he chooses to ignore the shred of pride he feels with your efforts.ย
The first game went by quicklyโ Mingi, San and Wooyoung were good. Yunho, Seonghwa and Jongho were good, too, but fell just short of their opponents.ย The second game went by just as fast, but instead this time it seemed Yunhoโs team had a chip on their shoulder, a little too much pride to let their friends win twice.ย The third game, everyone was drenched in sweat, covered in sand from diving for the ball, forearms burning from bumping it, everyoneโs patience was running thin. Curses were shouted, insults thrown from one side of the net to the other, they had gotten serious real quick.ย
Mingi and Yunho stood at either side of the net, eyes on the ball above their heads, the two of them jumping at the same time to either spike, or block. The ball fell on Mingiโs side and his eyes dropped for a millisecond to see Yunho, both hands up, palms flat out to block his spike.ย
Yunho, ambition living in the slant of his brows, tongue peeking between his lips, didnโt give Mingi an opening to push the ball through. So Mingi hit it to the side, just past Yunhoโs hands before he could even think of sliding his arms over.ย
Yunho cursed, and Mingiโs arms went over his head in a cheer for winning them one more point towards victory. Mingi leaned in close to the net, a smirk on his lips, โPay attention, Yun. You donโt want me thinking Iโm distracting you, do you?โย
Yunhoโs jaw locks. Mingi was pushing it, he usually wasnโt the bratty one, that was your area of expertise.ย
โCareful,โ is all he says, venom on his tongue as his chin tips upward, just to stare down at Mingi through lowered brows.ย
Mingiโs smirk grows, almost a full smile, fingers hooking into the net to lean closer. โOr what?โย
Yunho licks his bottom lip, shaking his head as he turns around, back to where he stood, waiting for the ball to be served. Maybe he was stupid for considering you two didnโt care about him, especially after the bedroom, and now he had Mingi taunting him ten feet away?ย
The ball hits the sand beside his foot before he can process that it was served. Mingi, San and Wooyoung high five, cheering because they were one point away from winning, and Yunhoโs teammates turn to him with a scowl.ย
โWhat are you doing?โ Seonghwa stands with his arms out beside him, face warped into annoyance and confusion.ย
Jongho barks from beside him, โLock the fuck in, weโre winning this.โย
Yunho nods, shaking off his thoughts, โMy bad.โย
Then Mingi calls your name. Yunhoโs head turns, watching as you turn your head from where you stood with a group of girls that werenโt a part of your group, staring as you jogged towards them when Mingi ushered you over.ย
That fucking bikini, all string, barely covering anything. His fists clenched when the house hooted and hollered for you, as Jihyo whistled when she saw you. It wasnโt for you. It wasnโt for Mingi. It was revenge.ย
His neck snaps back to the court before him when he hears Sanโs hand smack the ball, body moving before his brain can think, diving into the sand to bump it up. Jongho is quick to get under it, two hands setting the ball high in the air, but as Seonghwa jumps to smack it over the net, Mingi is already there.ย
Broad, sculpted abdomen, hard chest heโs rested his head on too many times, hipbones peeking from just above his waistband. Yunho watches Mingiโs arms flex as he blocks the ball, how his torso folds to send the ball into the sand, Yunho nearly shoves his face in the sand too when his three best friends jump for joy across the net.ย
Seonghwa and Jongho stand defeated, faces set toward the sun, chests heaving. Yunho gets up slowly, just to see you perched on Mingi, arms and legs hooked around his body, lips pressed to his. Mingiโs hands hold you up by your thighs, fingers making indents where they pressed into your skin, and itโs war for Yunho to peel his eyes away from the sight.ย
โSorry,โ Yunho runs a hand through his hair, keeping his eyes on the sand as he walks toward Seonghwa and Jongho.ย
Jongho clasps a hand on his shoulder, heavy but reassuring, โItโs just volleyball. Weโll beat โem tomorrow.โย
Seonghwa nods his agreement, and at least one weight is lifted off his chest. He watches his friends duck under the net, and Yunho follows, ready to get berated by his three other friends, good sportsmanship be damned.ย
โThis is my boyfriend,โ he hears, and his eyes land on where you stood with Mingi, just beside the court with the two girls you were standing with before. One a grinning dirty blonde, the other a miserable-looking brunette, Yunho tried to listen as his friends spoke beside him, but jealousy pierced his soul that Mingi was the only one standing beside you, getting introduced as yours.ย
His feet moved before he could think about it, coming up to your side, and the blonde caught his eye, looking him up and down as he made his way over. You beamed, not showing a flash of surprise or confusion as Yunho stood beside you, you immediately gushed, โThis is Yunho, heโs single, super tall, clearly.โ You giggled, leaning into Yunhoโs side, you were drunk. You whispered not quietly to the blonde, โI think youโd like him.โย
Yunhoโs eyebrows furrowed, weight hitting his gut with force, and the blonde before him blushed as her hands gripped the cocktail between fingers, her eyes dragging over him again.ย
The brunette, eyebrows low, stares at Mingi before her, โYou look really familiar.โย
Your hand clings to his, wrapping your fingers into your boyfriends, shoulders pushed back, no one would know you were standing your ground unless they knew you. Mingi laughs along, โReally? You kind of do, too.โย
โDo you have any relatives that go to Nasara?โ She cocks her head to the side, โWeโre in ITZ, a sorority at Nasara University in Delo.โย
Mingi shakes his head, then turns it to look at Yunho, โDo you?โย
Yunho shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders, she does look familiar. Yunho asks, โHas anyone ever told you that you look like Sitara Song?โย
The brunette makes a tch noise, then grabs the blondeโs hand, voice dripping in irritation, โCome on, Ror, Iโm sure Wooyoung is missing you.โย
The blonde looks back at him twice as the brunette drags her away, and Yunho feels unsettled. Not only are you making a show with Mingi in front of his face, taunting him, but now youโre pimping him out to strangers?ย
Mingiโs eyebrows are knitted together as they walk away, โThey have an Wooyoung, too?โย
Yunho faces the two of you with his arms crossed, โWhat the fuck are you doing?โย
Youโre already smiling, mischief in your eyes, โWhat do you mean?โ
If the three of you were at homeโฆย
โWhat was that?โ He asks, a hand stretching in the direction of the two girls walking away.ย
You giggle, back pressing into Mingiโs abdomen, โWas I wrong? You are single, arenโt you?โย
Yunho laughs a low, disbelieving chuckle. He turns on his heel, past the court, back to where you set up, sitting back in the chair he was sulking in before. He reaches into the cooler, pulling out a can of beer. If this was how the weekend was going to be, he might as well be drunk for it, too.ย
Clean and close to sober, your hair was still wet after your shower as you sat around the bonfire, sweats on your body, under a blanket on the sand. Even in Haos the beach was cold at night, a sharp breeze ruffling everyoneโs hair, egging the fire to blaze higher.ย
Yunho barely looked at either of you during dinner. Lounged out on the back balcony after grilling, he laughed along with everyone, cracking jokes and engaging in banter, but he shut you and Mingi out. After his second beer it was as if he put a wall up, he was choosing to not let the two of you bother him, not that you had much to bother him with after the beach.ย
Fear lived in all your joints that you took everything too far as you sat cuddled up to Mingi, head on his shoulder. With Yunho on your other side, you tried not to let your eyes slide to him, despite his closeness. Even mad, even apart you still drifted together, you try to let the thought relieve you, but youโre too tightly wound to let anything but his hands steady your heart in your chest.ย
You missed the way Yunho doesnโt see your fear. Instead, all his tunnel vision allows is the way your arms lay over Mingiโs, the way you melt against your boyfriend, how comfortable Mingi looks with your body touching his. You donโt see his frustration, how his mind whirls a mile a minute in yearning to have any part of you two touching him, too.ย
โYou guys must have needed a vacation,โ Hongjoong declared from across the fire, the growing blaze making his orange hair burn brighter, white teeth still shining despite the warmth laying over all of you.ย
You smile, and Mingi agrees in a small noise from beside you. San perks up in a chuckle, โI havenโt seen you two act like that in years. Thereโs really never any trouble in paradise, huh?โย
Mingi snorts, and you close your eyes with a smile on your lips. If only they knew what trouble was terrorizing your paradise right now.ย
Jihyo cracks a laugh, holding up a hand like she just remembered something hilarious, โNo, can you guys remember the beginning? When they couldnโt keep their hands off each other?โย
Your cheeks burn as the group laughs around the fire, a chorus of amusement and remembrance. Jihyo continues, laughter still erupting from her chest, breaking up her words, โI miss when we still had true house parties, I remember catching you guys in Yeosangโs garage.โย
Mingi tips his head back with a groan at the memory, you remembered it like it was yesterday, he had you lifted on Yeosangโs fatherโs workbench, tools covering the space around you. Luckily, Jihyo didnโt see your legs spread for him, or his fingers hooked inside you. Your cheeks blaze hotter than the fire before you.ย
โThatโs not the only time, either,โ Jihyoโs leaning forward now, cocktail in her hands threatening to spill over the blanket on her lap.ย
San interjects, laughing himself, โI think weโve all caught them once or twice throughout the years.โย
Wooyoung frowns, โAt least none of you have caught them in your own bedroom. Thatโs worse, trust me.โ
Your hand covers your face, digging your forehead into Mingiโs shoulder as he laughs along, muttering Enough in a low voice. The reason you werenโt as open with your relationship anymore was being laughed about in a circle, filling your gut with embarrassment and shame, Mingi felt it.ย
You couldnโt see Yunhoโs fists clenched at his sides, digging into the blanket above the sand. He tries to laugh along, he has a few stories he could tell himself, but heโs ruined them all with thoughts of what those memories would look like if he was included in them, too. He feels weird inside. Knowing it would always be you two, as itโs always been, but feeling so fucking frustrated that he isnโt included, as if two halves of him were fist fighting just beneath his skin.ย
โMy bad, today just reminded me of back then,โ San waves a hand, a warm smile on his lips, showing his dimples. โIโm happy to see it. Iโve missed when you were attached at the hip.โย
โI was starting to get worried that you guys were chilling out too much,โ Sana interrupts, her head tilted, a cheshire smile on her lips, โI assumed thatโs why you didnโt have a ring on your finger yet, that your relationship wasnโt the same as it used to be.โย
The circle quiets. A beat of silence lays over you, thick and heavy, her comment feels like a jab. Yunho doesnโt know why it fills his veins with ice cold rage. He bares his teeth, โWhereโs the ring on your finger, Sana?โย
Seonghwa gasps, Tzuyuโs eyes widen, Wooyoung cracks a smile. Everyoneโs eyes dance between Yunho and Sana with fear at her awaiting rebuttal. She tips her cocktail back, takes a sip, then raises it up to Yunho with a sinister smile, โHopefully we both see rings within the year.โย
You blink in confusion and awe, sitting up straight, both of your heads turned toward the black hair sat beside you. He meets your gaze and his eyes feel warmer than theyโve been all day, since before the fight, even. The others redirect the conversation into something lighter, but the three of you stay locked in on each other, a bubble within the ash and smoke surrounding you.ย
You purse your lips. What was that for?
Yunho smiles. Couldnโt help myself, I guess.ย
Mingi lays a hand over your thigh. Sana will always be Sana, itโs not worth it.ย
Yunho leans into his hands stretched out behind him. Iโm tired of her sticking her nose where it doesnโt belong.ย
Your cheeks warm with a small smile. Thank you.ย
After all the cans had been thrown into the fire and San had smothered it with the lid, the whole group decided it was time for bed, your day tomorrow required a full nightโs sleep. Beach, boardwalk, dinner, a repeat of today, but tomorrow you could really drink. You had half a mind to stay sober tomorrow, you think you had enough day-drinking already, your brain muddled and your limbs sluggish, you didnโt miss the feeling of a hangover.ย
The queen sized bed felt like a cloud beneath your thighs compared to the sand you were sitting on prior, the bottle of water Mingi handed you when he entered your bedroom healing you. In a hoodie and sweats, the house much too cold for a summer night, you sat up and chugged while Mingi got his toiletries ready for a shower.ย
Yunho didnโt enter the bedroom until Mingi had left, drying his hair with his towel, sweats hanging low on his hips, droplets of water still trickling down his abdomen. You kept your water in your lap, lips pursed, trying to think of something to say. Just earlier today you werenโt speaking at all, you teased him all day, and then heโฆ Sticks up for you to Sana? It doesnโt make any sense. None of this makes sense.ย
Yunho pulls a tee shirt over his head, barely glancing at you sitting on the bed, then reaches into the closet to grab a blanket. Folded over his forearm, he tucks a pillow under his other arm, then without as much as a word he makes for the door.ย
โHello?โ You sit up a little taller, confusion in the knit of your brows. โWhere are you going?โย
He looks back at you over his shoulder, โIโm gonna sleep on the couch downstairs.โ
โNo,โ you answer, shaking your head, staring at him like the idea is ridiculous, because it is.ย
He raises his brows, โNo?โย
โStay,โ you urge, heart picking up speed in your chest. โWe need to talk at some point.โย
He finally turns around, brows still raised as he shrugs, โTalk about what?โย
Your lips part but nothing comes out. Jaw clenching, you sit dumbfounded and annoyed. Talk about the fight? Talk about today? Talk about how thereโs still clearly something romantic between the three of you?ย
โHow you toyed with me all day?โ Yunho finishes your thoughts, taking a step towards your bed, โHow the two of you drove me up a fucking wall? How I snapped at Sana to defend you because clearly Iโve lost the ability to control myself?โย
You stare at him wide-eyed, speechless, excitement rippling beneath your skin because he took a step toward you.ย
โThey were right, you know,โ he tilts his head, taking another step forward, โYou havenโt been all over each other like that in years. And I sat there, knowing it was all for me, and couldnโt do a damn thing.โย
โYes, you could have,โ you finally counter, voice barely above a whisper.ย
โWhat would you have me do?โ He says through a sharp chuckle, โPut you over my fucking knee in front of everyone? The whole beach? That's what started all of this, right?โย
โIโ What do youโ?โ
โThis all started because of sex. You worked me up all day to have me at my witsโ end when we finally got back here at the end of the night. That was the plan, right?โย
You blink at him, that was the plan. Partially. โI just wanted you back here so we could talkโโ
He smiles as he cuts you off, โYou donโt want to talk, not really. I know what you want.โย
You sigh, frustration curling your fingers around the water bottle, ignoring the heat between your legs. He drops the blanket and the pillow on the floor as he takes another step forward, thighs just touching the mattress you sat on.ย
โI do want to talk,โ you frown, heart pounding against your chest, scared those five words will stop him from doing everything he was about to do. Voice lowering, you whispered, โI want you.โ
โItโs pointless,โ he shakes his head, smile dropped,.โYou canโt separate it.โ
โBecause itโs already blended together,โ your voice is still low, teetering on the edge of shaky. โThe lines were crossed a long time ago, Yun.โ
โThat doesnโt mean itโs right,โ he meets your eye, and thereโs nothing kind behind them. No emotion that makes you feel like thereโs any possibility of salvaging what you had. You refuse to trust it, the mask he puts on, you cling to how heโs looked at you these past weeks, with love and trust in his eyes, the mask he wears now is to protect himself.ย
You give him a bitter chuckle, โWho are you to tell me whatโs right? Do you not feel anything when you look at me?โย
โWhen I look at you,โ he keeps his face steady, emotionless. โI see Mingiโs girlfriend.โ
โYouโre a liar,โ you spit, sitting up on your knees, crawling closer to him on the bed. He watches, unmoving, eyes not even flickering a change in feeling. โWhy did you stick up for us to Sana then?โ
โBecause youโre my friends, and Iโm tired of hearing her project her own insecurities onto you.โ
โWhy were you bothered when I told that Aurora girl you were single, then?โ You stand on your knees atop the mattress, almost face to face with him. โYou are single, arenโt you? You want to be single.โ
โI donโt want to be single,โ his voice cracks, exasperated, eyebrows shooting to his hairline, โbut that doesnโt mean I can just join a relationship thatโs been established for over five years!โย
โWhy are you making it sound like a decision thatโs made on a whim? We just spent the last four weeks already in one, Yunho,โ you raise your voice to match his, every ounce of emotion punctuating each syllable.ย
โWe spent the past month fucking,โ he lowers his voice, words sharp enough to cut. โThatโs it.โ
As if every single one of your emotions swim up to your waterline, your voice cracks as tears blur your vision, โYouโre a bullshit fucking liar, Jeong Yunho.โ
You keep your eyes on Yunho as Mingi enters the bedroom, catching the towel hanging from his waist out of your peripherals. Yunho breaks eye contact before you do, his eyes sliding to Mingi who stares dumbfounded in the doorway, then quickly closes the door behind him when his eyes land on you.ย
โWhatโs wrong?โ His eyes are wide and concerned, one hand on his towel as he quickly makes his way across the room. The streak of sunshine in a hurricane, you can feel the hostility fizzle, his presence comfort enough to cool the fire in your veins.ย
โNothing,โ you shake your head, then wipe your eyes with one hand as you sit back down on the mattress, legs folded beneath you. Your sniff betrays you, as if Mingi didnโt already know you were crying, โIโm fine.โ
Mingi stands beside Yunho, a knit in his brow as he turns to his best friend, โWhat did you say?โย
โNothing I havenโt said before,โ Yunho bends down, picking up the blanket and pillow he was holding before. โIโm sleeping on the couch downstairs.โ
โNo youโre not,โ Mingi chokes out a laugh in irritated disbelief, all of his features blown out as he faces him. โYouโre not leaving again, you donโt get to walk out twice.โ
Yunhoโs chuckle mirrors Mingiโs, his voice louder and strained, โI donโt know what else you want me to say!โ
โSay you donโt want us,โ you answer from the bed, voice unsteady, terrified of his answer even if youโre certain you know it already. โSay you donโt want this, and weโll let it go.โย
Yunhoโs eyes dance between the two of you, the cogs turning in his mind visible in his tight features. Mingi takes a step away, walking towards the dresser, pulling out a pair of briefs to sleep in as he mumbles, โDonโt say it if you donโt mean it.โ
You stare at Yunho as his lips open and close, racking his brain for something to say that isnโt that. He shakes his head, โEven if I want this, it doesnโt mean itโs right. What will everyone say?โ
The slap of Mingiโs briefs against his hips sounds through the room, โWho gives a fuck what anyone has to say?โ He faces Yunho, โIf weโre happy, thatโs all that matters.โย
โItโs not that easy,โ Yunho drops the blanket and pillow again, his shoulders pushed back in defense, trying to hold onto whatโs left of his control as his hands wave with each word. โAs much as I want to believe everything will be sunshine and rainbows, itโs you two. Your relationship is concrete, everyoneโs expecting a wedding within the next few years and you want to fuck all of that up?!โย
Your stomach drops with the validity of his fear, cheeks warming, ears burning hot. You and Mingi have never decided on marriage, not fully, the two of you semi-estranged from your families, not completely in a place financially to make that kind of commitment. A ring, a big party to show off your relationship was nowhere in the near future. A house came first. Stability came first.ย
Yunho knows that. He knows all of that, but his fear is still validโ because what happens when you are stable? You and Mingi never got that far, the rest was hopes and dreams that would maybe come true one day. You swallow, sniffing again, raising a hand to wipe whatโs left of your lingering tears as understanding turns into a bloom of warmth in your chest.ย
โI understand this isnโt normal,โ Mingi takes a step toward Yunho, confidence clear in his voice, it seems youโve switched places since the last time you talked. Mingi looks over Yunhoโs shoulder to meet your eye for a second before looking at Yunho again, โBut this wonโt fuck anything up, Yunho, our relationship has always beenโฆ What it is. This.โย
โYour relationship,โ Yunho reiterates, his voice quiet, body leaning towards Mingi. โWhat if that doesnโt stay the same with me in the picture? What if down the line, you decide you want to get married? Do you want kids? Where does that leave me?โย
A rush of something you canโt describe swallows you whole. It was overwhelming enough having this conversation with Mingi, and you havenโt had the conversation again with Yunho in the picture, what that would look like for the three of you. Tears crawl their way back up, a tightness in your throat, heat in your cheeks. You didnโt have an answer to his question, fear leaves your stomach hollow, your limbs tingly.
โWeโre not asking you to make a decision now,โ Mingiโs hands curl around his waist. โEven if it seems like we are. All we know is that we want to be with you, weโre willing to figure all of the details out together, with you. We want you, Yunho, isnโt that enough to at least try?โ
Yunhoโs head dips down, his face hidden, sucking in a deep, grounding breath. You need to touch him, feel close to him, you need your skin on his, you need to feel like he still wants you. It feels like losing himโ a sentiment you canโt bear to accept, you haul yourself off the bed and press yourself into his back.ย
โThis is a lot,โ his voice is smaller than youโve ever heard it, weak, frail, strained with uncertainty. โI donโt know what to do, I- I want you too, but this is,โ his voice breaks. โTerrifying.โ
โI know,โ you feel Mingiโs hands swimming along his sides as you keep your cheek pressed to his back, your fists balled into the cotton of his tee. Mingi continues, โYou can do it, the commitment, the titles. Itโs scary and vulnerable, but itโs us, we wonโt hurt you.โ
Another trembling breath leaves him as his forehead meets Mingiโs, his hands resting on your own, curled into his shirt. Your lip quivers, trying so hard to keep your own tears in to be the stability he needs, the rock you're used to being; seeing him hurting is like an arrow through your chest, it hurts the same way it does with Mingi.
โYou donโt need to make a choice,โ Mingi whispers. โBut donโt shut us out. Donโt make us think we donโt mean anything to you.โ
โIโm sorry,โ Yunho whispers, sniffing, his body rigid between the two of you. โI didnโt mean to, I didnโt mean any of it, I was scared. I am scared.โ
You press your lips to his clothed spine, โItโs okay, Yunho.โ
He squeezes your hands, palms over knuckle, his touch is grounding. Mingiโs hands glide from his waist over his chest up to the curvature of his shoulders, landing there for a moment as Yunhoโs head perks up. Mingi leans in, lips grazing Yunhoโs as his hands move to his neck, sliding up to cup his cheeks.
โCan I kiss you?โ Soft, honest.ย Yunho barely gives him a nod before Mingi attaches their lips, Yunhoโs hands darting to his waist. You keep your hands on him, body pressed into him, feeling Yunhoโs body relax, shoulders drooping, back arching into Mingiโs touch.ย
Their lips move slowly, unhurried, a practice of searching for something in one another, finding it, reveling in it. The air changes around you, expanding, room opening, tension slipping through the balcony door and into the saltwater air, dissipating into the humidity. Yunhoโs hands find Mingiโs cheeks and they move together, bodies arching into one another, getting lost in emotion and feeling and longing, you could feel all of it, it bled from both of them and into you, watching from behind.ย
Hands on Yunhoโs waist, you guide him backward until your back hits the bed. You crawl onto it, never breaking your eyes from the pair, watching as Yunho uses one hand to support himself while Mingi lays him down onto the mattress.ย
โI missed you.โ
Youโve never heard him sound like that before. Emotionalโ soft and whiney, honest, like heโd pulled the words from the deepest part of his consciousness, a box he kept tucked away. It has you moving, crawling over to them, inserting yourself into their bubble. Yunhoโs hand reaches for your cheek as soon as you come into view, your eyes meeting, and for the first time you see him consumed by lust without the harsh blade of control in his eyes. Raw, open, free, thereโs nothing but delicacy swirling in chocolate brown as he pulls you down into him, attaching his lips to yours like heโd been waiting to do it all day.ย
Hungrier than those with Mingi, his lips move quickly, tongue slotting between your lips to search your mouth for something true, as if you havenโt given him all of you since the start. โI want you,โ you whisper, sharing his breath, a soft smile curving your lips before he swallows down your words with his mouth. You swing one leg over his hips and he sits up on an elbow, his other hand moving to your hip for leverage as he pushes himself up until heโs sitting, shifting you properly on his lap.ย
Mingi moves behind him, hands on his waist under his shirt, lips finding his neck with soft presses of his lips as your fingers reach for the hem of his tee. โNeed this off,โ you whisper into his mouth. โWant to feel you.โ
Mingiโs the one who pulls the cotton tee over his head, lips finding Yunhoโs shoulder as you kiss his lips again, tongue dancing with his, hands splayed on his pecs, letting the warmth of him seep into you. Yunho reaches beneath your hoodie, fingers cold as they dance along your skin, palms curled around your waist while his thumbs brush against your abdomen, his touch is soft, like heโd break you if he pressed too hard.ย
You break the kiss only to pull the hoodie over your head and Mingi steals Yunhoโs lips, using two fingers to his chin to turn his face. You watch them for a moment before leaning in, lips following the curve of his jaw down to his throat, flattening your tongue down to the base of his neck, sucking into his skin just above his collarbone. He tastes clean, like his bodywash, him, your hands find the waistband of his sweats, tugging them downward.ย
Yunho gasps as you slip them from under him, hips moving easily for you, โIโ Are you sure?โ
Youโre nodding on command, โOf course, Iโm sure.โ
Heโs talking as you tug his briefs down to his thighs. โI said a lot of things.โ
โYou didnโt mean them,โ Mingi answers as you settle yourself between his thighs, coaxing Yunho backward until his back is pressed to his chest.ย
His cock stands tall against his pelvis, pink-kissed and leaking, it makes your mouth water. Yunhoโs hips twitch as your nails graze his thighs, making you smile, eyeing him through your brows. He looksโฆ scared. Like this was unknown territory, his eyes wide, red splotched chest rapidly rising and falling, fingers curled into the sheets beside him.ย
It makes you want to take care of him in the same way heโs always taken care of you.ย
โIs this okay?โ You ask softly, making him nod. Your head tilts, needing the words to continue, โDo you want this?โ
โYesโ fuck,โ his hips twitch again, brows raising like heโs surprising himself. โI want it, I want you. Please.โย
Thereโs a pit in your gut as the plea leaves his lips and youโre wrapping your fingers around his length, making a show of the glob of spit dropping from your tongue and onto his length, using your fingers to spread it.ย He groans, head tipping back into Mingiโs chest as you start working his length with your hand, watching him carefully. So pretty, hair mussed about, chest splotchy and body twitching, you wonder if this is how you look beneath him. You dip your head down, tongue lolling out of your mouth to lick at his tip, salty, raw, Yunhoโ you wrap your lips around him and suck.ย
โFuck,โ he draws out the word, low and heavy, a hand reaching down to tangle into your hair. You let him ease you down his length, tongue flat against the underside of him, lips suctioned tight. โMissed that fuckinโ mouth.โ
There he is. You smile, barely, lips stretched around the width of him, bobbing your head as your fist works the base of him, pumping, twisting, gripping him just rightโ the moan he releases is nothing but nasty, Mingi swallows it, stealing his lips again, you can hear their mouths as much as you can hear your mouth around his length, everything wet, sloppy.ย Mingiโs hands reach beneath his arms to his chest, thumbs flicking over his nipples and his hips buck into you, making you gag, a hand clawing into his thigh, eyes squeezing tight.ย
โSorryโ fuck,โ he curses again, voice desperate, โfeels so good, donโt stop.โ
You take him down your throat, gagging yourself purposefully as your nose meets the tuft of black hair at his base, the hand that was curled around him reaching below, cupping his balls softly, tightening your throat around him as you squeeze your palm ever so lightly.ย The sound that leaves him is obscene, abdomen clenching, his hands finding Mingiโs thighs, nails digging into his skin. You bob your head, breathing through your nose to keep him deeply rooted in your throat, constricting around him just to hear that noise over and over.ย
โOh my god,โ his voice is strained, harsh, โIโm gonna cumโ I want to fuck you, please, waitโโ
His hand finds your hair but you donโt budge, keeping your rhythm on his cock, nose buried in his hair as your saliva drips from your lips and onto his pelvis, sliding down to where your hand lays below.ย
โBaby, babyโโ
His moan is strangled, caught in his throat as his limbs lock, legs straightening while his grip tightens in your hair, hips bucking into your mouth once, twice before his release shoots down your throat. You swallow him down, keeping your mouth suctioned to him as you ride out his high until heโs shaking, slipping off of him with your tongue still flat to ensure youโve gotten every last drop.ย
You break off of him with a pop, eyes glassy as you find him winded. Chest heaving, head lazily thrown on Mingiโs chest, your brown-haired boyfriend just smiled proudly from behind him.ย
โMouth just as dangerous as your pussy,โ Mingi says, hands still splayed across Yunhoโs abdomen, fingers softly petting his skin.ย
โOnly for you,โ your smile is coy, of all things. Crawling up to where they sat, you lean down and press a kiss to Mingiโs lips, then one to Yunhoโs. He still looks winded when you pull away, making you giggle, โYou okay?โ
He nods, โI justโฆ I havenโt come since the last time, with you. Need a second.โ
You snort, โA whole week, is that a new record or something?โ
Yunho smiles, laughter in the exhale through his nose, โDonโt get smart with me, I havenโt forgotten about today.โ
You lean down to press another kiss to his lips, keeping yourself close as you say, โBeen waiting for the chance to do something about it, like you said?โ
His eyes flicker up to yours. In that one sentence itโs as if you reminded him who he was, what heโs capable of. These eyes you know, deep and controlled, harsh in a way that tickles your spine. Your core clenches around nothing, tongue poking out to lick over your lips, anticipation heating your blood.
โTake off your pants, sit at the top of the bed.โ
He barely gets the sentence out before youโre shimmying yourself out of your sweatpants, crawling up to your pillows. Youโre vibrating as Yunho turns to Mingi, standing up on his knees, grabbing the younger man with one palm below his jaw to pull him upward. Mingi scrambles to his knees, brows already furrowed, lips still touching in the center as they part.ย
Yunho smashes his lips into Mingiโs, thereโs nothing graceful about the way his other hand digs into the nape of Mingiโs neck, making him arch into the older man with a whimper pouring straight into his mouth as his hands find Yunhoโs biceps for leverage. Itโs messy, rough, Yunho picking him apart with nothing but his lipsโ it makes your knees tie together, adding pressure between your thighs.ย
โYou,โ Yunho starts, the word accusatory, giving Mingi another unforgiving press of his lips before he continues. โTeased me all day. Taunting me during volleyball, in front of our friends, do you have anything you want to say to me?โ
โIโm sorry,โ Mingi squeaks, fingers curling into Yunhoโs biceps, the sound makes a smile spread across your cheeks, eyes flaring.ย
โLouder.โ
โIโm sorry.โ
โBetter,โ Yunho mumbles, reaching down to pull his shirt up and over his head. One hand reaches down to palm Mingi over his briefs, palm flat and fingers splayed over his length, and Mingi folds upon contact. Head dipping low, abdomen clenching, a groan spills from his lips as his hips buck into Yunhoโs touch.ย
โDonโt tease,โ Mingi whispers, voice a strangled moan.ย
Yunho huffs a laugh, โLike you teased me earlier? You can dish it out but you canโt take it?โ
Mingi lifts his head up to look at Yunho just as he starts grinding his palm against his length, bare chest leaning into Mingiโs, using his height to his advantage to look down at him. Mingi sputters, โT-Thatโs different, Yun. We were tryingโโ
โTrying to what?โ Yunho squeezes his length and Mingi whimpers. Yunho smiles, โBait me into fucking you in front of everyone?โย
โNoโโ
โThen what?โ
โWanted to feel like you still wanted us,โ Mingi says it all in one strained breath, his voice rising in pitch as Yunhoโs hand slips beneath his briefs, fingers wrapping around his length.ย
โI wanted you,โ Yunhoโs voice slips into something quieter, other hand reaching up around Mingiโs neck, thumb brushing over his bottom lip as before brings his face to Mingiโs, lips almost touching. โThe whole time.โ
โYou left,โ Mingiโs voice is barely above a whisper, shaky, a hiss leaving his lips when Yunho twists his wrist, palm closing over the tip of his cock. Yunho pushes Mingiโs briefs down his thighs, lowering Mingi down until his knees are spread, arms splayed behind him, cock jumping against his pelvis, red, angry and leaking like a fucking faucet.
โDo you want my mouth?โ Yunho, between Mingiโs knees, asks before his eyes slide to you at the top of the bed. โOr do you want to be filled?โ
Mingiโs brows raise. โI get a choice?โ
Yunho shrugs. โMy way of saying sorry.โ
Both of their eyes slide to you and your eyes widen under their attention, back straightening against the pillows. They drink in your posture, knees pressed together, hands scrunched in the sheets as if thatโs the only thing keeping you from slipping your hand between your legs.ย
โCome.โ
Yunhoโs voice is unyielding, it has you crawling across the mattress on all fours, landing on your knees before them. Mingiโs head tilts, โThought I had a choice?โ
Yunho snorts his amusement, โLike youโd choose anything other than my cock filling you up.โ He plants a hand against your cheek, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead, โYou can kiss while I prep him, but donโt touch.โ
You nod, eager as you settle yourself laid down in front of Mingi, your beautiful boyfriend who already looked so gone. Cheeks pink, chest heavy, his muscled biceps land on either side of your head against the mattress, your calves curling over his thighs with him above you. His cock lands against your lower tummy, heavy, sticky, the order not to touch has your heart picking up speed in your chest, a desire you canโt fulfill.ย
โHi, baby,โ Mingiโs smiling as he presses one, soft kiss to your lips. Your arms are bent up, hands on either side of your shoulders, palms faced up with your fingers loose and limp, hips fighting the urge to buck up into him.ย
You push out a sigh, โNeed you,โ your back arches instead, nipples pebbling beneath the breeze that drifts through the room. โWanna feel full.โ
He places another soft kiss on your lips, โSoon.โ He deepens the kiss, tongue pushing into your mouth, you can taste him, taste Yunho, it makes you moan into him, fingers twitching because you want them on his face, in his hair, around his cock.ย
Yunho leaves the bed to cross the room, you hear him opening the closet, the zipper of the duffel he brought sliding open, but Mingiโs tongue is licking into your mouth, rendering you thoughtless, you donโt care to look over. โWanna touch you,โ you whisper, back arching more until your nipples press against his warm skin, whining at the contact.ย
โPatience, baby,โ his lips find your jaw, elbows closing in around your head, tongue sliding down to your neck to lick a stripe back up to your jaw. You moan, legs tightening around his thighs, hips bucking against his length that tapped against your stomach with each movement. Torture, being naked beneath him, wanting so badly to touch, to feel.ย
You feel the dip of the bed when Yunho kneels behind him, you hear the cap snapping open on what you can only assume is a bottle of lube. It makes you smirk, knowing he brought it with him, that it was in his bag, waiting to be used. Yunhoโs palms flatten over Mingiโs ass, and his head dips down into your shoulder at the contact, in anticipation of what comes next.ย
You watch over Mingiโs shoulder as Yunho squirts some into his hand, closing it before running two fingers down the space between, thumb circling his hole. Mingiโs whole body jerks, gasping into your neck, cock digging into your stomach.
โOpen up for me,โ Yunho says softly, โlet me in.โ
Mingiโs knees spread a little wider, lips meeting your shoulder, your neck, back arching lower, the position Yunho likes. Yunho keeps his eyes on you beneath him as he pushes a finger inside, his own brows furrowing together at the feeling of him, the tightness around his digit.
โShit,โ Mingi whimpers into your skin and one hand comes up to tangle in his hair, relaxing him into the stretch, all while keeping your eyes on Yunho.ย
โThatโs it,โ Yunho nods, voice just above a whisper, โthere you go.โ
Yunho bites his lip as he crooks his finger and Mingi fucks back, head lifting from your shoulder to push himself into the older man, moaning like itโs the best thing heโs ever felt. You quickly turn your head to catch a glimpse, his slacked jaw, eyes softly shut, brows knitted together in pleasure, so fucking beautiful. The sight of him when youโre wrapped around his cock versus Yunho pushing into him, the sight of his pleasure was so different, so raw seeing him this way, so open and desperate.ย
โYes,โ you find yourself whispering, back arching at his pleasure, almost feeling it as if it were your own.ย
Yunho adds another finger, making Mingi moan, lifting himself up onto his palms, head craning to see Yunho behind him. โMore, gimme your cock, I can take it.โ
Yunho nods, ripping open a condom packet from beside him and slipping it on in one quick motion. Tapping his cock between Mingiโs cheeks, he looks over Mingiโs shoulder to you, โGo ahead.โ
At the speed of fucking light youโre reaching between you, making Mingi gasp as your fingers wrap around his length, Yunho lining himself up behind him as you line him up at your center. You didnโt need the prep, the head of his cock slipping around as soon as you brought it to your slit, sliding through your wetness until it caught against your entrance, making you gasp out a moan.ย
โFuck,โ Mingiโs voice sounds strangled, strained, preparing himself to fuck you full while he gets fucked fullโ youโve done it plenty, but each and every time itโs overwhelming for him, for you to be fucked by Yunhoโs thrusts.ย
โBreathe,โ Yunho says, and itโs both a warning and an order as he pushes inside, making Mingiโs breath catch in his throat until he forces it down into the base of his lungs. Yunho groans, head tipping back as he slowly pushes inward until he seats himself inside.ย
One of your hands cups his face, pressing your lips against his unmoving ones, โThat feels good?โ
โFull,โ Mingi grits out as Yunho bottoms out, hands squeezing his ass, face contorted in pleasure.ย
You smile, pressing your lips into the corner of his mouth, โReady?โ
He nods, eyes screwed shut, mouth stuck open like heโd unhinged his jaw. You tighten your legs over his thighs, an elbow planted under you, lifting your hips up to press his tip inside, and with Yunhoโs next thrust heโs pushing inside, all the way, all at once. Your eyes blow wide as a shrill sound escapes you, and Yunhoโs head picks up over Mingiโs back.ย
โIf youโre loud, I stop,โ Yunho grits out. โWe donโt need the whole house hearing us.โ
Your other arm is clawing at Mingiโs shoulder, so fucking full and stretched out itโs dizzying, you barely process Yunhoโs words as Mingi catches your lips with his own. The three of you readjust closer together now that youโre positioned, and with every thrust of Yunhoโs hips against Mingi, Mingi fucks into you the same.ย
โSo tight, Min,โ Yunho gasps. โMissed this ass, fuck, craved this tight fuckinโ thing.โย
Heโs beautiful, hair soft and messy, brows quirked in focus as he watches himself drill into Mingi, how his cock disappears, how Mingi sucks him in with each thrust. Youโre clinging to Mingi, one arm over his shoulder as your hips fuck back into him, his cock curving into you just right, making you moan into his lips as his tongue steals every sound from your throat, pouring another one right back into yours.ย
โFaster,โ you whimper, eyes lifting. โPlease, Yun. More.โ
โNever satisfied,โ Yunho spits out through his clenched teeth, two hands gripping Mingiโs hips as he fucks into him harder, faster, ricocheting into you, body slamming into the mattress with each thrust. Youโre a crying, whimpering mess, clawing into Mingiโs skin as he cries into your mouth, lost in a bubble of pleasure, Mingiโs body locking up with each thrust of Yunhoโs hips.ย
โIโm close,โ Mingi whispers, straining. โFuck, too good, so full, youโre so tightโโ
โCum,โ you whisper, hips rolling into each thrust. โFill me up, baby. Come on.โ
Yunhoโs hands slide up to his waist, nails biting into his sides, โHold it.โ
Your hips buck into him faster, a pit forming in your stomach as the pleasure builds, catching Mingiโs lips again. Yunho slaps his palm against Mingiโs ass as he feels Mingi buck into you, โHold it.โ
โCanโt!โ Mingi cries, โI canโt, I cant, Iโm cummingโโ
You moan as his cock twitches inside you, still rolling your hips against him as he fills you up, warmth spreading through your lower half. Yunho hisses from behind, โYou never fuckinโ listen.โ
You smile, dazed and lazy as you stare up at him over Mingiโs back, โHappens every time.โ
โFuck,โ Yunho huffs, โwanted to cum inside you, Min.โ
You slow your hips as Mingiโs arms waver, shaking on either side of you. โโm sorry,โ Mingi says, breathless. โFelt so fucking good.โ
You pull your hips off of him as you let go of his shoulder, falling flat against the bed as he crumbles on top of you, Yunho pulling out behind him. Sated, he hums into your shoulder, left hand digging beneath your back, holding you close.ย
Yunho slips off the condom and pulls you toward him by your ankles, Mingiโs startled enough by the action to roll off of you and onto his back, head turned with eyes half open to watch as Yunho tugs you upward by your hips. Yunho sinks down to sit on his calves, pulling your thighs over his, not wasting a second as he runs his cock through your folds, spreading Mingiโs release. You hiss at the contact, hips bucking into him, digging your elbows beneath you to hold you up. โKiss me,โ you beg, โkiss me while you fuck me, please. Need it.โ
His brows furrow, lips parting like youโd just taken your cock down his throat, your words hitting like a pang to his gut. He lines himself up, cock prodding at your entrance as he leans forward, grabbing you by your waist to pull you on top of him, using your thighs on his as leverage to sit yourself over his cock.ย
Lowering yourself onto him, you lay your hands over his shoulders to attach your lips to his, nothing about it structured or neat as he pushes inch after inch into your heat. You moan into him, whining as you reach the base of him, feeling the full length of him in your fucking guts.ย
โBig,โ you mumble, a whiney whisper. โWanna cum on your cock, Yunho.โ
His fingers tighten around your waist, lifting you up on his cock before slamming you back down, making you cry out into his mouth. โQuiet,โ he grunts, then places a kiss to the corner of your lips. โI know it feels good, baby.โ
Your fingers claw into his shoulders, โSo good, missed your cock, fills me up so fuckinโ perfect, so full.โ
He guides you with two hands on your waist, lifting you, lowering you, shifting you into a dirty grind, โTake me so well,โ he says before he kisses you again. โPussy so tight, missed her, missed you.โ
You catch his lips, words staggered by each slap of your hips against his, โDonโt fucking leave again.โ
His fingers sear your waist, squeezing so hard youโre sure theyโll leave marks behind, making you moan. You grind yourself into him, rolling your hips until his cock reaches the sweet spot inside you, a high pitched noise escaping your lungs before you can stop it.ย
โShit,โ you cry out, panicking at the pleasure, lowering your voice. โShit, shit, shitโ good, right there, so good.โ
Yunho meets you where you roll into him and your eyes drop to watch, his sculpted abdomen flexing under the movement, how you swallow his cock with each grind, itโs too much. Mingiโs behind you before you can process it, feeling his heat before his bare skin, his lips at your neck, teeth grazing your steaming skin, fingers toying at your chest, you fall into him as your hips move on their own.ย
โMin,โ you moan out. โYunho, fuckโ wanna cum, wanna cum,โ youโre repeating the words like a mantra, Yunhoโs cock kissing your walls, the tip of him running over that spot inside you like it has nowhere else to go.ย
โCum,โ Mingi says into your skin. โCum around his cock, let him feel it.โ
You grind your teeth, a strangled sound escaping you, so close you could fucking taste it.ย
โNeed more, baby?โ Yunho asks, breathless, jaw clenched like he was holding himself back. โMy girl, never satisfied, always needs more.โ
โInsatiable,โ Mingiโs tongue drags along your neck and you nearly fold, the pleasure overwhelming. One of his hands dips down between you, two fingers rubbing at your clit and your eyes blow wide, entire body jerking forward at the touch.ย
โThere she goes,โ Yunho smiles and your breath completely catches in your throat, hips stuttering in their grind, he quickly uses two hands on your hips to keep you moving in rhythm. You feel it building impossibly further, your orgasm right below the surface, your skin vibrating, your breath coming out in shallow bursts.ย
Mingi reaches up, one hard pinch to one of your nipples and youโre falling forward, head on Yunhoโs shoulder as your limbs lock, pressure blowing, euphoria consuming every inch of your being. You hear Yunho mumble something haphazardly to Mingi before heโs pushing you backward, holding onto your hipbones as he drills into you, chasing his own high. Itโs more than overwhelming, your orgasm never ending, prolonged with each thrust of his cock inside you.
ย โMouth,โ Yunho bites, and Mingiโs palm clasps over your lips on command. You donโt even realize what sounds are leaving you, that your lungs are even working properly, so consumed by euphoria.ย
Youโre seizing around him, body twitching, core clenching with each thrust of his cock until his hips stutter, emptying himself inside you with consistent, punched strokes so you feel every inch of him, every drop of him as he fills you up.ย
Mingi releases your mouth when Yunho finally pauses, his hand shaky, chest heaving, cock half-hard again against his thigh. The only sound in the room is your breathing, distant waves crashing ashore, the sound of the breeze blowing through the room, making the curtains dance around the balcony doors.ย
โI could watch you two forever,โ Mingi mumbles, more to himself than to you.ย
Yunho pulls out slowly, keeping a hand steady cupped over your center, so if you do drip itโs not on Sanโs comforter. Always thinking ahead, even after sex, when one would think his brain would turn at least a little fuzzy.ย
You swallow down nothing but air in your dry throat, reaching for the man beside you and the other across from you, โLay with me.โ
โYou need to shower,โ Yunho counters, running his other hand through his hair, pushing it off his forehead. โOr pee, at least. Get this out of you so we can sleep.โ
You mumble your discontent, groaning, body spent and tired but so fucking elated at what just transpired. Yunho smiles up at you, โWe arenโt at home, little lady, you need to go pee.โ
โLittle lady?โ You and Mingi ask at the same time, mocking him, brows furrowed, smiles amused. You snort, โTry a different nickname.โ
โShut up and go to the bathroom,โ Yunho huffs, standing up off the bed, pulling you by your ankles to the edge. Mumbling under his breath, heโs looking at the sheets, โAlways something to say.โ
โYou love it,โ you smirk, standing on shaky, tired legs. You wobble, he slides a grounding arm around your waist, you look up at him with smiling eyes, โIf I wasnโt such a brat you wouldnโt have anything to punish me for.โ
โA well-behaved submissive is a well-trained one,โ heโs quick to respond.
You scowl, eyes pointed as you look at him, throwing an arm over his shoulder, โIโm not your submissive.โ
โWhat are you, then?โ He asks and you steal your arm back from over his shoulder, ignoring the leakage between your thighs, just to look up at him and see him smirking, face fully amused.ย
โNot funny,โ you grumble. โMingi will shower with me, you can wait outside.โ
โNo,โ he half-whines the word, still fully amused, leaning into you before he bends at his knees, scooping you from beneath your legs into his arms bridal-style. โWeโre all showering together, end of story. Say a prayer that Jihyo and Jongho are asleep.โ
Youโre giggling at him butt-ass naked in the dark hallway, it seemed Jihyo and Jongho were asleep with how easily you snuck into the bathroom without being caught, Mingi on your heel. Your shower was innocent, soft touches and bubbly soap, exhaustion dancing in the steam, the humor had dissipated and exposed what was left over. The three of you, together again. Whole.
Back in bed, you in the middle, Mingi on your left, Yunho on your right, you didnโt even bother with clothes. The only light came from the still open balcony doors, moonlight acting as a beacon, calming in how it coated the room in a soft pale hue.ย
โI really did miss you,โ Mingi cuts through what felt like an hour of silence, just waves and breeze. โWe missed you.โ
โI missed you, too,โ Yunhoโs response is soft, fingers playing in Mingiโs hair above you, you cocooned in the middle of the two.ย
For the first time, those three little words sat on your tongue, begging to be said. Instead, you ask, โYou know what you said? The submissive thing?โ
His hand cups your cheek, โI was just kidding, baby.โ
โNo,โ you shake your head. โItโs not that. I was wonderingโฆ What itโd be like.โ
โTo be my sub?โ His brows raise, tipping your head up to look at him. โLike, for real?โ
You smile, โYes, for real. Iโve wondered since Wooโs going away party, what youโre like when youโre serious about it.โ
โYou donโt think Iโm serious with you?โ
โYou know you let shit slide,โ you narrow your eyes. โA lot slide. I want to experience a day, in public and stuff when youโre being you. In your element.โ
Yunhoโs eyes slide up to Mingi, โYou too, baby?โ
Mingi smiles, bashful but honest, nodding. โIโd be lying if I said I wasnโt curious, too.โ
โYouโre both untrainedโโ
โYouโve taught us a lot,โ you cut him off. Rearranging yourself, head pressed into Mingiโs chest so you can see Yunho easier, you urge, โWe can do it. Let us try tomorrow.โ
โTomorrow?โ
โYunho.โ
โFine,โ his smile is soft, eyes so dreamy itโs hard to comprehend that a man like him could ever be mean. If you hadnโt experienced it, you wouldnโt believe it. You love him mean. You love him nice. You love how he looks at you. You keep the words inside.ย
โWeโll talk about it more in the morning.โ
You didnโt say another word, other than goodnight. You could still hear the waves crashing onto the shore just outside the house, you could smell Yunhoโs body wash everywhere, the moon shining down on your bedroom, for the first time in days, everything feltโฆ Peaceful. Normal.ย
Your heartbeat hasnโt been this even since the day Yunho walked out of your apartment.
Feet twitching, a tickle on your leg, your nose scrunches as consciousness pulls your eyelids apart. You suck in a short breath when you feel warmth on your thigh, the heaviness of a hand, Yunhoโs hand, it snaps you awake like someone poured cold water over your head.ย
โWhat are you doing?โ
His other hand moves your panties to the side, his head already between your legs, which was enough to answer your sleep-induced question. Your thighs parted for him further, arms limp against the bed, you could hear the soft snores from Mingi still fast asleep beside you.ย
A moan passes softly through your lips as his tongue makes contact with your center, slipping between your folds, lips swirling around your clit. The fingers curling into your thigh tells you to shut up, and you listen by slotting your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes screwed shut.ย
Fuck, youโve missed his hands on you, youโve missed his mouth, youโve missed the way he tells you what to do without saying a fucking word. Youโve missed everything about him.ย
He pulls away only to pull your panties down your thighs, throwing them somewhere on the floor before both hands push into the plush of your thighs, spreading them wider than before. The mewl that leaves your lips, the way your leg bumps into Mingiโs sleeping body has his eyes cracking open, confusion and sleepiness present in the way he blinks himself awake.ย
โDamn,โ Mingi groans, stretching out his limbs as Yunho devours you all over again. โIโve missed this.โ
Mingi leans over, pressing his lips sleepily into your neck, tongue poking out to slide up onto your jaw, your mind clouded with a whirlwind of pleasure. Too long since youโve had two bodies on you, focused on you, pleasuring you, days had felt like months.ย
Yunhoโs hand left your thigh to grab onto Mingiโs ankle, pulling him downward, a cue to get off of you without him saying a word. Mingi shuffled himself down the bed until Yunho grabbed his already stiff length over his briefs, Mingi pushed them over his hips and down his thighs, eager to feel Yunhoโs touch like it was the first time.ย
Yunhoโs fingers slip through your folds to gather the wetness onto his hand just to use it in gliding his hand over Mingiโs length, which had both of you squirming in pleasure, light moans blending together. He spits on your center before sitting up on his knees, slipping two fingers inside you, the other hand still pumping Mingiโs length, he used the same rhythm on both of you, where you both stared up at him with parted lips, furrowed brows, glassy eyes, you think that maybe you were dreaming, or maybe youโd gone to heaven in your sleep.ย
โMissed me, huh?โ
You and Mingi nod erratically, your hips jerking into his touch, he wore a cocky smirk and half-lidded eyes that told you he missed you just as much. Having the two of you splay out beneath him, victim to his hands, to his hold over you entirely, he had you exactly where he wanted you.ย
His fingers curled into you at the same time as his wrist twisted around Mingiโs length, movements he knew drove you close to the edge, you could feel the pit in your stomach forming just from how deep his fingers hit inside you. He knew you so well, too well, he could pull you to orgasm so fast, even at god knows what time in the morning. From the rising sun outside of your balcony, you knew it was early.
โYou want to be with me for real?โ Raised eyebrows, temptation in his voice, a depth to his eyes that only came out when he was in the mood to have you crying beneath him, the ghost of fear nipped at your spine. You nodded.
โYouโ fuck,โ Mingi gasped, hips bucking into Yunhoโs hand. โYou know we do.โ
โThen youโll learn what itโs like to be with me,โ staring down at you beneath his brows, his jawline sharp from where you looked up at him, you gulped at the sight of gravity in his eyes. Fingers hitting the spongy spot inside you repeatedly, it was hard to feel the fear through the pleasure, to understand the weight of his words as he pulled you so damn close to the finish line.ย
ย โYes,โ you whispered, back arching, eyes closing, your orgasm so close you could taste it.ย
Mingi wasnโt far behind, his fingers curling into the bedsheets, his legs trembling, small gasps and mewls falling from his lips one after another, it was ridiculous how easily he had the two of you rendered stupid before him.ย
Lifting yourself onto your elbows, your voice shaky, you cry, โI-Iโm close.โ
โMe too, donโt stop, Yunho,โ Mingi moans from beside you, sounding weary, teetering on the edge.ย
Yunho smiles, a flicker of something in his eye that assured you the fear in your spine was right. His fingers scissor you open like he could make you cum with his eyes closed. He doesnโt answer, doesnโt give you permission, and you push a heavy breath through your lips like itโd help pause your impending orgasm while you wait for the green light.ย
โIโve been too lenient with you,โ he bites the inside of his cheek. โI did some thinking, too, and I think you two forgot who I am, why you asked me to share your bed in the first place.โ
Your eyes blow wide, panic surging through you, โYunho, Iโm gonna cumโโ
He slips his fingers out of you at the same time as he pulls his hand away from Mingiโs cock, your thighs snap together, a curse slipping from your lips. A too verbal cry leaves Mingiโs throat, his cock spurting ropes of white cum onto his hips, his stomach, his orgasm completely ruined.ย
โWeโll see if you still want me by the end of today,โ Yunho is smiling while ignoring Mingiโs heaving chest and teary eyes, proud of himself, happy with what he had just done to the two of you. Your eyes are dancing between Yunho and your boyfriend that has tears slipping past his waterline, his jaw dropped in shock, in anguish of what had just been done to him. You wished you could have seen his raw reaction, the moment his orgasm was denied.
โI didnโt forget everything that happened yesterday, did you?โ He asks, eyebrows raised, eyes flickering between you and Mingi. โToday will be different.โ
Your body was on fucking fireโ fear, arousal, the orgasm that was still on the brink beneath your hipbones, you didnโt know which emotion to pay attention to first. You tried to speak, some form of rebuttal, every string of words came out jumbled, completely incoherent. Yunho grinned. Mingi whimpered.ย
โClean yourselves up and come to breakfast,โ Yunho climbs off the bed, running a hand through his black locks as he makes for the door. โDonโt touch each other, donโt touch yourselves. Iโll know if you do.โ
You swear the beach is hotter than it was yesterday.ย
All thirteen of you, after having breakfast out on the deck, packed up for another beach day that was thankfully right in Sanโs metaphorical backyard. No one was acting out of the ordinary, it seemed safe that no one heard the three of you getting edged by Yunhoโs hands just a few hours ago, or getting split open by his cock last night, but you wondered if anyone could pick up how fucking frustrated you and your boyfriend were come this morning.ย
You obeyed Yunho, you didnโt touch each other after he left this morning, instead you kept your distance in your bedroom while you got ready for breakfast, as Mingi took a cold shower, letting ice fill his veins as he replayed his ruined orgasm in his mind.ย
Yunho was careful around you at breakfast, around your friends, only meeting your eye when he felt yours on him, while you were daydreaming, fantasizing, watching how his veiny hands picked up his utensils, how his pretty pink lips wrapped around the food he ate, how his body bent when he stood up from the kitchen table, the low rumble in his tired voice as he spoke to Hongjoongโฆ
โThis one.โ
After escaping a calm breakfast, you were upstairs, getting ready for the impending beach day. Yunho had picked out a pair of swim shorts for Mingi, ones with a longer inseam, and had ruffled through all the bikinis you brought with you, choosing one less skimpy, but still as revealing as a bikini would be.ย
He handed you a black triangle bikini with small, white polka dots printed on the nylon, the bottoms were string-tied, the back ruched at the middle. Thrill danced in your blood at the thought of wearing something he chose for you, an invisible display of dominance to the people who would see you in it. He hasnโt done this yet. This was new.ย
โWeโre playing today,โ he sat back on the bed, you and Mingi standing before him, backs straight, heels touching, as per Yunhoโs request. You were already buzzing with adrenaline, excitement, anticipation. โIf itโs too much, you know what to say, but Iโll be expecting obedience, without question. Understood?โย
You and Mingi nod furiouslyโ he clicks his tongue.ย
โYes, sir,โ scrambles out of both of your mouths simultaneously. Youโve never spoken about or decided on a title formally, youโve only said the word to Yunho playfully a few times, just for him to respond โbe careful what you wish for.โย
You were more than careful, itโs indescribable how the title makes you feel. Yunho has taken care of you both from the start, slipped into a role on his own when he started spending time with you, but today heโd officially take on the role fully, no shortcuts, no excuses.
There were times youโve gone grocery shopping or went out to eat and heโs told you to not speak unless spoken to, to only walk on the right side of him, Mingi on his left. Something like this lit a fire in your belly, playing in front of your friends when you and Mingi knew Yunho didnโt want them to know anything about you three, youโd have to be discreet, yet still obey him completely, it made you nervous. Excited to comply, to appease him. Still excited, but nervous about what happens if you don't.ย
This was Yunho, unshielded, unapologetically himself, this was Yunho showing you who he is, what he wants. Your request had turned into a test, one you deeply wanted to pass; because in your mind, passing felt like the last obstacle. That if you passed, heโd have no reason to deny you any longer, no further reason to say no.
Because he didnโt answer you last night with a yes, in your mind, it was still a no.
Excitement flared in your eyes when he nodded, pleased, โGood.โ
When he laid out the rules for today, they seemed simple.ย
Youโre to sit with good posture on his left, Mingi on his right. Easy.
There shouldnโt ever be sand on his towel, if there is, you or Mingi clean it off when you see it. The thought of the two of you doting on him makes your heart skip a beat.ย
Youโre both to make sure he is never without a drink, you get him another when heโs finished the one he has. Heโs testing your ability to pay attention, to focus on him only. He should be at the forefront of your mind all dayโ as if he already doesnโt live there.ย
ย If you need anything, if you want anything, you ask permission first. Submission, structure.ย
No complaining about the sand, the heat, if you or Mingi are in distress, you tell him properly, without whining. He wants you polite, but neither you nor Mingi were one to complain about anything, anyhow.ย
You both are to stay within armโs reach of him all day. You want to be by his side, anyways, but being expected toโฆ you would pass his test with flying colors.ย
You didnโt ask what happens if you didnโt follow them, maybe you shouldโve. It feels full circle from Wooyoungโs going away party all that time ago, when you were curious about the date he brought, why she acted the way she did. How a part of you craved it, when you didnโt even know what it was.ย
The sun scorched the sand, inescapable, a dry heat that was only eased by the salty breeze that snuck past your bodies every now and then, so sporadically you could barely call it relief. You had created a small village on the beach, multicolored towels laid out in a line, beach chairs, umbrellas, coolers with liquor, bags full of snacks, a large speaker that played nostalgic music over the sound of waves crashing on the shore. Looking at the scene made you laugh, you could remember coming to the beach with the same damn people with nothing but a towel and a handle of vodka.ย
A lifetime ago.ย
You sat with your knees bent in a pretzel, back straight, palms in your lap. A drink was buried in the sand next to you, something sour, Tzuyu mixed it, she claimed one was enough to keep you buzzed for a while. That was fine with you, sunglasses on your face, watching the waves fold onto the wet sand at the shoreline, head tilted, humming to a song you knew all too well while it danced with the breeze.ย
Yunho bent down beside you on the empty, clean baby blue towel, the corners still stiff and bent from how it was folded in Sanโs linen closet, the print on it still bright, likely new. Your chin perked up with his presence, sunglasses perched on his nose, black hair already damp with sweat and mussed on his forehead, sun-kissed and angelic. Your mouth watered before he uttered a word.ย
โYou have sunscreen on?โ Short, curt, filled with expectation. It wasnโt just the simple question forcing a rush of adrenaline to sweep through you, heart rate picking up, fingertips twitching against your skin, it was his tone; strong, composed, yet somehow condescending, as if you couldnโt remember to put your own sunscreen on.ย
You nodded, the need to appease him curling low in your gut, the desire to make him pleased. His tongue clicked, words. You sputtered, โYes, I put some on before we left the house.โย
โThat was an hour and a half ago,โ he sighed, running long, milky fingers through the damp black locks on his head. โIโll get some.โ
He used his palms braced on his thighs to stand again and your neck twisted to Mingi on the far towel, raising your brows.
Mingi gave you a small shrug, Here we go.ย
You glanced around the group, taking in everyoneโs whereabouts. San and Jongin laid out on beach chairs beneath the sun, carved abdomens dipped in honey, shiny and slicked by sunscreen and sweat. Hongjoong and Seonghwa were down by the shore, mid-conversation, hats blanketing their hair, ankle-deep in the water. Tzuyu, Jihyo and Sana laid in a line to your left, gossiping, drinking, bodies a contrast to the towels beneath them.ย
Wooyoung had dragged Jongho and Yeosang into the sand off to your right, convincing the two men to bury him. You think Wooyoung started drinking when his eyes opened this morning.ย
You felt Yunhoโs presence at your back like a shadow, a promise of unfinished business. He leaned in tight, next to your ear, โThis drink is the only one youโll have today.โย
Your breath hitched in your throat, but you nodded. You didnโt ask permission before drinking it. His silence, his lack of movement, snapped you back into place, back straightening. โYes.โย
โYes what?โย
Fuck. You could genuinely moan at his tone, the way heโs biting his words, silvery in what he expects of you, the power he holds in two small words. Maybe he wants you all fuzzy and moldable, like jelly, testing your ability to control yourself and keep your focus on him.ย
โYes, sir,โ itโs a mere mumble under your breath, head tucked down, just low enough for him to hear. You can feel Mingiโs eyes on you, you wonder if he heard, too, or if your cowering body is lost on him.ย
Yunho hums in satisfaction, โSit on your knees, Iโll get your back.โย
You donโt hesitate to tuck your knees under your body, ass pressed against your calves, the breeze on your now exposed tummy making you feel bare. Exposed in front of your friends. You canโt believe how it sends a deep pang of arousal through your entire fucking body. You hear the bottle open, lotion squirting into his hands, rubbing it together in his palms before he touches you.ย
Itโs like lightning hit you, how your entire body jerks at his touch, how his palm pressed to your skin makes your thighs clench on command, excitement thrumming beneath your skin. You can blame it on this morning, how he left you tightly wound and needy, the rules swimming in your mind, but the truth was that any time his skin touches yours itโs electrifying, it reminds you of all the times heโs fucked you brainless, it makes you ache for more.ย
He rubs the lotion onto your back slowly, massaging it in, you couldnโt tell if his movements were erotic or if your brain had dropped to the gutter. Over your hips, the sides of your waist, the tops of your shoulders, the backs of your arms, each movement was controlled, slow in a way that let you feel each point of pressure, how he was studying you as he worked the lotion onto your skin. Your neck inevitably bends, head drooping, shoulders slouching, despite the lotion being cold, his hands on you were so warm. Your thighs untensed, knees breaking apart, lungs emptying themselves into the summer air, it felt so fucking good to have his hands on you.ย
One palm smoothes up your spine, fingers curling around the back of your neck, the other hand squeezing your hip over the waistband of your bottoms. โUp,โ he bites, the singular word a nasty whisper. โPathetic for you to lose your composure over sunscreen.โ
You were grateful for your sunglassesโ no one could see your eyes fluttering at his words. Your back straightens, knees kissing once more, hands folded in your lap. โGood girl,โ his voice is still too low for anyone else to hear, if anyone was paying attention. It probably seemed like Yunho was just being friendly, helpful, putting sunscreen on your hard to reach places.ย
It didnโt look like that at all to Jongho and Yeosang, sunglasses shading their eyes as they scooped sand onto Wooyoungโs body, hands going motionless with each curve of Yunhoโs fingers on your skin.ย
โAre you seeing this too?โ Jongho asked the older man, eyebrows furrowed, his voice laced with confusion.
Yeosang nods, โAnd Mingiโs just watching. Iโd lose my shit if you touched Tzuyu like that.โ
โIโd fucking kill you if you looked at Jihyo like that,โ Jongho agrees. Their eyes linger, watching how Yunho leans in close to your ear, how your back straightens, body locking all over again.ย
Wooyoungโs head peeks up from the sand, โWhat am I missing?โย
โDo you think sheโs cheating on Mingi?โ Yeosang asks, sitting back on his heels.ย
โWhat?โ Wooyoung sits up straight, the layer of wet sand on top of him cracking and falling in chunks onto his lap. The two other men groaned, knowing they were going to have to put it back on him in a moment's time.ย
Jongho shakes his head, โMingiโs watching, no way sheโd cheat, and no way Yunho would do that to him. Plus, he's never been territorial.โ
Wooyoungโs neck stretches forward like he was squinting to see beneath his sunglasses. โMingi doesnโt care if you flirt, I think giving her a back massage in front of the entire group is different.โ His head tilts to the side. โBut yeah, he really is just watching. Huh.โ
โInteresting,โ Yeosangโs lips scrunch, but he brings his head of red hair back to Wooyoung. โLay down and let us restart, dumbass.โ
After getting a slew of pictures of Wooyoungโs bronzed body buried beneath the sand, a mermaid tail packed over his legs, fake abs drawn onto his abdomen, the still-giggling men came back over to the group, covered in sand head to toe.ย
Wooyoung ran a hand through his hair, shooting back a mouthful from his can, โAnyone wanna go swimming?โ
Jongho and Yeosang were behind him, sweaty and beautiful, sand on their exposed bodies like a second layer of skin. You blinked at them, silent, because you didnโt wanna swim, part of you was scared that if you stood, someone would notice the patch of wetness on your bikini bottoms, despite them being black. Your fear held no bounds, no logic, but it was enough for you not to move a muscle.ย
Mingi leaned into Yunho, whispering something in his ear.ย
โCan I go?โ Too low for your ears to catch, Mingi gave Yunho puppy eyes from below his shades, his voice sweet as candy.ย
Yunho gave him a short nod, forgoing a rule for Mingiโs appropriate execution of another, your boyfriend hopped up, a smile on his face, following behind his friends down to the shore. His dimpled lower back above the green shorts, how they scrunched around his thighs, the muscles in his shoulders too defined as he jogged away, fuck. You felt like an animal. A perverted, sex-crazed freak with the way your bottom lip caught between your teeth at the sight of him, how your toes dug into the towel beneath you.ย
You laid on your back instead, trying to rid your mind of the thoughts, of the expectations over your head. Taking a deep breath to ground yourself, to stop being so fucking horny on the blazing beach with all your friends around you.ย
Yunhoโs empty can pressed against your arm.ย
You turned your head to see his jaw in a steady line, his brows raised. Shit. You stood up, walking over to the cooler in three steps, grabbing him another drink. You opened it for him, he thanked you as you handed it to him, you smiled as you took the empty one.ย
Even doing something this small, this insignificant, had goosebumps raising on your body. Doing it for him.ย ย
Yunho was facing you when you got back to your towel, laying back again, hands laying at your sides. His voice was quiet, soft in a way that meant he was just checking in, โHow are you feeling?โ
โGood,โ you answer in a smooth breath.ย
โGive me something better than that,โ he frowns, voice lowering in volume, โI donโt want to ask you to throw a color all day, if I ask you how youโre feeling, give me words. Tell me what youโre feeling.โย
You sit up on your elbows, sunglasses sliding down to the bridge of your nose. The first word that comes to mind, โStimulated.โ You smile, head tilting, โHot, a little frustrated. Mostly eager.โย
He smiles, โThatโs good, right where I want you.โ He leans back on his own elbows, his can buried in the sand beside him, between you. โSometimes I think you were meant for this, yโknow. You take structure well, you perform easily with it.โย
โThatโs because I enjoy it,โ you respond, words coming easily, the alcohol making your lips loose. โMore than Iโm supposed to, I think. I like it the other way around too, sometimes.โ
He quiets, watching Mingi out on the water. โYou both switch. I wonder what Iโll do with you both sometimes.โย
Your lip curls in gratitude as you lean your head towards him. โYouโve changed since spending time with us too, you know. Maybe you donโt need to do anything, maybe the three of us are fine how we are.โย
He turns his head tight, but doesnโt say anything. You stare through your shades, holding your ground, hoping he feels what you said, and doesnโt cower in fear because what you have is real. He jerks his head to the towel next to him, voice unyielding once again, โOver here.โย
You push yourself up without a word, cleaning off your towel before you grab your drink and move to Mingiโs towel, laying back down, all without question or hesitation. Yunho smiles, pride etched into the curve of his lips, โGood.โย
The praise sets you ablaze all over again.ย
When Mingi returns, water dripping down his body, dark hair pushed back by his fingers, Yunho already had a towel in hand. Up by the umbrella, you watched with your head tilted back as Yunho ordered him over by just a nod of his head.ย
โWater feels so good,โ he beamed, sandy feet walking between your towels, shedding droplets of water from his swim shorts as he walked past. He didnโt even notice youโd switched spots, or if he did, he didnโt say anything.ย
He reached a hand out to grab the towel from Yunhoโs grip, but the older man shook his head, โI got it.โย
Mingi stood dumbfounded for a moment, but turned around to face the three boysโ gaze who walked up from the water, also dripping saltwater, coated in sunshine. You were sure Mingiโs skin was burning as Yunho dried him off, slowly wiping the towel across his wet skin, on his hair. You bit your cheek. For someone who didnโt want anyone to know, he wasnโt exactly being discreet, but you supposed no one noticed Yunho at the going away party, either.ย
โTheyโre so weird,โ Sana mumbled under her breath, on her stomach, elbows holding the weight of her upper body. She dipped her sunglasses down to the bridge of her nose, watching Mingi and Yunho across the sand.ย
Jihyo and Tzuyu turned over on their towels, looking at Sana to see where her eyes were locked, then focusing in on the scene before them.ย
Tzuyu smiled, โYunhoโs so sweet, it must be nice for them to be so close.โย
Jihyo squinted. The way Yunhoโs hands dragged up Mingiโs body, his fingers curled over Mingiโs shoulder, how he leaned in to say something in his ear. She had a feeling since that morning, catching Yunho in your apartment, but brushed it off because you wouldnโt lie about something like that. Especially not to her. She would never judge you for having a threesome.ย
But Mingiโs head dipped down, eyes on his own crotch, mumbling a few words in response, and Jihyoโs lip curled. Thereโs no fucking way. She turned her head, โI caught Yunho at their apartment, you know.โย
Sana and Tzuyuโs heads snapped to Jihyo, eyebrows raised, silently saying continue. Jihyo sighed, โYunho was shirtless, towel on his waist, he had just gotten out of the shower. In their living room. Mingi had on boxers, she looked just-fucked. They said he was only there to shower because he had no water.โย
โDoesnโt he live right around the corner from Joong and Hwa?โ Sana asked. โIf he didnโt have any water, why didnโt he just go there for a quick shower instead of traveling across the damn country?โย
โTheyโre close,โ Tzuyu leaned in, forever devil's advocate. โWould you go to Hongjoong and Seonghwaโs for a shower if Ji was home?โย
โFirst of all, girls are different,โ Sana shook her head. โAlso, yes. They have a waterfall shower, and those jets in the walls for your body, plus Seonghwa uses that really good body wash fromโโ
โExactly!โ Jihyo cuts in. โLiterally exactly my point. Thereโs something going on there, right? Iโm not crazy?โย
โDefinitely not crazy,โ Sana shook her head again. โRemember how Yunho snapped at me last night, too? When has he ever done something like that?โย
โMaybe he was tired,โ Tzuyuโs voice was small, like she didnโt believe the words that were coming out of her own mouth. โI donโt know girlsโฆ They've been together forever. Do you really think Yunho would be involved with themโฆ intimately?โ
Jihyo shakes her head, lips scrunched, disappointed that youโd keep something so important from her. She even insinuated it, and you said no. โWho knows what goes on with them anymore. Itโs not like we get any details.โย
Yunho is more than pleased when Mingi cleans off the left side towel for Yunho, then the center one for himself, after Yunho nodded his head in silent direction, instruction in his body language only.ย
You were buzzing. You were both following instruction cleanly, discreetly, you were passing with flying fucking colors, you wondered if your ability to obey made him any more inclined to be your boyfriend. Your boyfriendโs boyfriend. You wish you could be inside his brain so desperately.ย
Yunho stood, brushing the sand off his multicolored, patterned shorts, throwing his sunglasses back on the towel. You sat up involuntarily, knowing if he moved, you moved with him.ย
He didnโt look back as he started for the shore. You stood, Mingi following, within armโs reach as you flanked him down the beach, to the water.ย None of you knew you had eyes on you the entire time.ย Or that Wooyoung approached San the moment you walked away.ย
You minded your surroundings as you breached the shore, no sign of Hongjoong or Seonghwa, they must be on a walk, or back at the house. Youโve been so laser focused on Yunho and Mingi you almost forgot everyone else was there.ย
โMin said the waterโs nice,โ Yunho looked to you, then over to Mingi on his other side, mischief dancing in his eyes. โWanna swim?โย
You nodded, even if you didnโt have a choice. You wondered where the line stood with things like this, if you didnโt want to swim, if the urge to obey wasnโt so heavy. Would you be punished? For something measly like swimming?ย
Ice wraps around your ankles, your calves, your body shaking, hissing the deeper you went into the sea. Mingi and Yunho dove in, completely unaffected, fully submerged by the time you got up to your hips. โFuck, itโs cold, fuck,โ you had your arms tucked tight to your chest, slowly wading deeper into the water while they swam a few feet out, laying under the sun for hours would have made the warmest water freezing.ย
โHow the hell are you guys so deep?โ You yell across the waves that crashed against your abdomen, water reaching your belly button. โItโs fucking cold.โย
โDonโt be a baby,โ Mingi teased, grinning, hair melted around his face, flat against the curves of his cheekbones.ย
โAnd watch your mouth,โ Yunho added, also teasing, smiling, on his back as he floated in the water. You scoffed, then faced the water before you, youโd have to rip the bandaid off if you were ever gonna be comfortable in the water.ย
โJust go underwater, baby,โ Mingi called again. โYou can do it. I believe in you.โย
You scowled, eyes pointed, jaw locked. โItโs too fucking cold.โย
Yunhoโs smile widens, listening to your complaints, drinking them all in. You hissed again, dipping your fingers into the sea, up to your forearms, legs pushing against the moving water to get deeper. Up to your waist, below the tie of your bikini top, you finally said fuck it and sank beneath the surface.ย
Holding your nose, you gasped when you came back out to the salty air colder, ice consuming you head to toe. The two men just feet away cheered.ย
โCome here, baby, swim over,โ Mingi called out, ushering you over with one hand. Breathless from the cold, you wiped the saltwater out of your eyes, blinking through the sting as you swam closer to them. Clinging onto your boyfriendโs front for life, he tucked one arm under your ass as you moved his hair out of his face. He smiled proudly, eyes bronzy beneath the sun, โItโs nice, right?โย
You still shivered in his hold, but smiled playfully, heโs so handsome it hurts. โFuck, fuck you.โย
โCurse again,โ Yunho taunts from a foot away, swimming closer, affection in his voice. His eyes go over your head, scanning the beach behind you, before they land back on you, just as icy as the water. โSee what happens.โย
โIโm sorry,โ you whine, โitโs cold.โย
โIโm in the water with you, quit whining,โ he muses, coming closer. โIโll give you something to whine about. Is that what you want?โย
Arousal licks up your spine, you twitch in Mingiโs hold, but you shake your head. Yunhoโs head tilts, โYou sure, baby? Youโve been fidgeting all day, bet youโre feeling empty by now, arenโt you?โย
Youโve been doing so good. Keeping up with his rules, being obedient, focused, you didnโt think your arousal was noticeable at all. You shake your head again even if Mingi could feel your thighs clench, โNo. No, Iโm fine.โย
Yunhoโs hands tug on your hips below the water, turning you until your back is pressed against Mingiโs chest, slotting himself between your floating legs. Mingi keeps his hands on your waist as your breath goes shaky, eyes widening, โY-Yunho they can seeโโ
โMingi is blocking us, they canโt see this far out,โ Yunho cuts you off. โThis body is mine. You donโt get to question me, you donโt get to worry. Thatโs my job.โ
Even in the water, being held up by your boyfriend, he still feels so fucking big in front of you. You swallow, looking up at him through lashes coated in saltwater, voice as small as you felt, โO-okay.โ
โYou take what I give you, when I choose to give it,โ he tilts his head, hands sliding down your thighs, thumbs curling into your plush skin, feeling so soft beneath the water. โUnderstood?โย
โYes, sir,โ you nod, and he grins. Leaning in, he presses a soft kiss to your lips, hands sliding up your hips, up to your waist, over Mingiโs hands. He breaks away just to press a kiss to Mingiโs lips, too.ย
Your heart is racing in your chest. Intimidation, adrenaline, the press of cold surrounding you, concern about someone seeing you.ย
He leans back, keeping himself close. โTell me what youโre feeling.โย
โHorny,โ you blurt and he laughs. You shake your head, smile on your face, โOverwhelmed.โ
His eyes look up to Mingi behind you, who responds, โAlso horny. Stretched thin.โย
โColor?โ
โGreen,โ you and Mingi respond simultaneously without missing a beat.ย
โDonโt be scared,โ Yunho shakes his head, grabbing your wrists lightly, sliding them onto his abdomen. โDo you trust me?โย
You nod, โYes, sir.โย
His eyes jump to Mingi who didnโt realize Yunho was talking to him too, in a rush he responds, โYes, sir.โย
โThen make me cum.โย
Mingi keeps a knee beneath you as his hands race to Yunhoโs waistband, reaching in to feel Yunhoโs cock that wasnโt even hard. Mingi looks up at Yunho who smiles, โThe waterโs real cold.โย
At the shoreline, Hongjoong and Seonghwa had almost returned from their walk, fingers interlocked, legs moving at the same pace, mirroring each otherโs movements. A mile down the beach, a mile back, the sun was warm, the water cooled them down, they loved everything about the beach. Theyโd get married on the beach, one day, soon.ย
Standing in the shallow water, arms stretched by how Seonghwa kicks about the waves and sand, Hongjoong stops him. โBaby, Hwa.โ Seonghwa looks up, his attention grabbed, Hongjoongโs chin dips in the direction of the sea, a little ways out from where they stood, โIs that Yunho out there with them?โ
Seonghwa puts a hand atop his eyes, shielding his vision, squinting beneath his glasses. โI think so. Maybe they stopped fighting.โย
A theory the two had going from the time youโve spent at Sanโs beach house so far, one they discussed before going to bed last night, a silly question from Hongjoongโs mouth that Seonghwa couldnโt believe he caught on to, too. From your reactions when choosing rooms to the bonfire yesterday to breakfast this morning, Hongjoong and Seonghwa have been keeping an eye on you three, reading your body language, your interactions.ย
โOh shit,โ Hongjoongโs jaw dropped when Yunho leaned in to kiss you. โOh shit,โ he smacked Seonghwaโs arm when Yunho kissed Mingi, too.ย
โWhat? What did you see?โ Seonghwa is leaning in, bending forward, fidgeting where he stood, angling his head around to see.ย
โThey kissed, Hwa,โ Hongjoong is whispering, his voice coated in sheer disbelief, โthey fucking kissed!โย
โWho kissed?โ Seonghwa raises himself on his tippy toes as if he wasnโt already taller than his boyfriend who could see clearly, โJoong! Who kissed?โย
โYunho kissed both of them,โ Hongjoongโs hand moved to Seonghwaโs forearm, โHoly shit.โย
โHoly shit,โ Seonghwa whispers, a small mumble, his eyes widening beneath his sunglasses. โNo- no, what are they doing now?โย
Hongjoong breaks out in a wide grin, before a disbelieving laugh punches through his lips. โYouโve gotta be kidding me. In public? In ocean water? People pee in there. Fish pee in there.โย
โI feel like weโre intruding,โ Seonghwa shakes his head, turning away. โWeโre definitely not supposed to see this. We shouldnโt watch. This is an invasion of privacy.โย
โTheyโre hooking up on the beach! Theyโre lucky thereโs no one else out here.โย
โThis section is private,โ Seonghwa turns away fully. โSan owns it, or something like that, I donโt know how it works. Plus, we canโt see whatโs happening under the water, they could beโโ
โYou mean to tell me they arenโt jerking him off right now?โ Hongjoongโs orange brows bend over the frame of his sunglasses, his smile completely amused.ย
Seonghwa cringes, but turns around again to meet Hongjoongโs grinning cheeks. He looks out in the water, studying, frowning, โI donโt know if sheโs doing anything. It might just be Mingi and Yunho.โย
โOkay, but still,โ Hongjoong smacks his teeth. โTheyโre seconds away from fucking in the ocean. Am I wrong?โย
Seonghwaโs lips flatten, โDonโt say anything. They didnโt seem okay yesterday and today theyโre inseparable, so clearly theyโre figuring something out, and keeping it private.โ
Hongjoong pouts, โBoo.โย
Seonghwa smiles, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his boyfriendโs lips, โDo the right thing, my love.โย
โYouโre right,โ Hongjoong sighs, looking out in the water again. "That's so juicy, though. In the middle of the ocean for anyone to see is crazy.โย
You feel dizzy on your walk back up. Frustration curls low in your gut, a pestering weed left alone for too long, growing at a rapid pace through your veins, into your limbs, your chest. You needed to get off. Your composure was running scarily thin.ย
โCan I go to the bathroom when we get back up?โ You ask Yunho, fingers laced with Mingiโs, both walking behind him, you on his left side, Mingi on his right.ย
โAre you gonna touch yourself?โ He looks over his shoulder, brows raised.ย
You shake your head, โNo, sir. Just need to pee.โย
He nods, small, but permission-granting.ย
You didnโt say anything to anyone as you walked past the group, up to the house, to the outhouse tucked into the side of the property. It was more like a shack, no roof, thin bamboo walls to separate the toilet from the shower, nothing was enclosed except for the main door which was latched shut.ย
You eased a breath as you put the black steel hook through the matching loop, running your hands through your hair, eyes squeezing shut while the throbbing between your thighs becomes too much to bear in the silence of the bathroom.ย
Just for cursing.ย
Just for complaining about the water being cold.ย
Heโs mean. Heโs so fucking mean. You asked for this, he reminded you three times, but the words that left his mouth, so degrading, so teasing, all while being passed between them like a fucking doll. All while neither of them touched you. That was almost worse than having your orgasm ripped from you this morning, watching, listening to them pleasure each other, while being on the sidelines but also right fucking between them, you donโt know if you can do it.ย
You donโt know if you can take him like this. Mean, arrogant, purposely denying you pleasure because you havenโt earned it yet. Youโve been good all day. You deserve it.
You sit on the toilet with furrowed brows, knees kissing, toes touching the wood beneath you. Your clit cries for attention, throbbing, buzzing, thereโs a streak of wetness in your bikini bottoms that was too fucking slick to be washed away by the ocean. Your body feels tight, wound-up, aching for attention.ย
You could probably get away with it if you touched yourself. Heโs not in the bathroom with you, heโs down at the shore with Mingi, with your friends, heโd never know.ย Your thighs clench at the thought, it wouldnโt even take long. You could probably get off in thirty seconds. Your jaw clenches, fingers curling to fists on top of your thighs. Donโt do it, your subconscious screamed at you. Heโll know.ย
You swallowed, taking a deep, grounding breath. Your need to obey, to please him, outweighed the ache. At least thatโs what you told yourself while you wiped. You opened the latch after washing your hands to be met with Yunho standing outside the door. You jumped, a gasp leaving your lips, โShit, you scared me.โย
โGive me your hand.โย
You stared at him dumbfounded before the instinct kicked in. He pulled your fingers to his nose as soon as you lifted your palm, sniffing deeply. Just his fucking touch made your thighs clench.ย
โYou didnโt touch yourself,โ he says it like heโs surprised.ย
Biting your lip, you shake your head. โNo, sir.โย
He leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, moving to push past you and you want to scream. Heโs even denying you a kiss to your fucking lips?!
โI canโt do it anymore,โ you whisper.ย
He leans back, brows furrowed. โCanโt do what?โ
โI need you to touch me,โ your voice cracks on touch. โI need you to kiss me, I need you to fix whatever is happening to me right now. Iโm gonna freak the fuck out.โย
His eyes thin, jaw settling and god you want to sit on his face. โYou donโt need anything.โย
โYunho,โ you fall forward, forehead pressing against his still-wet chest, hands landing on his hips, the soft skin just above his swim shorts. โI need you. I canโt take it anymore.โย
His neck cranes side to side, a heavy sigh pushing through his lips, his hand landing on top of your hair, fingers massaging at your scalp. โIโm teaching you submission,โ he says into your hair, his voice steady. โItโs what you asked for. This is what it would be like. You can say red if you want to stop.โ
Red feels like giving up, failing the test. Youโre frustrated, but not enough to say the three lettered word that would end it all. Youโre wound tight, clit still throbbing for attention, but the need to impress him aches worse.ย
You stare at him blankly, saying nothing. His lips curve, standing back a step. โYou have your answer then.โ
โWait,โ you interject, pleading with your hands on his chest. โWhy did Mingi get to cum, then? How is he any more well-behaved than I am?โ
โYou didnโt follow the rules,โ he shrugs, answering plainly. โI donโt have to give you a reason, if I donโt want you to cum, then you donโt cum. Your body is mine to do as I see fit.โ
โI canโt,โ you whine, hands going into your roots, frustrated. You donโt even know what was going to follow the two words, whatโs left to say after that.ย
โStop whining,โ he bites. โItโs ugly, and youโre not ugly.โย
Your bottom lip quivers, leaning into him, hiding your frustrated face. โIโve been good.โ
โAnd thatโs ending now, I guess.โย โYunho.โ
โAre you acting like this because you want to get punished?โ Two hands on your cheeks, he pulls you away from his chest, forcing you to look up at him. โPurposely whining to piss me off, even when I gave you clear, concise instructions for the day?โ
You shake your head, ears tipping with heat. You can feel the heat everywhere. Shame, arousal, they blend together with the need to appease him, to impress him, youโre fighting against your own instincts.
โThen listen,โ he snaps. โThatโs the last time Iโm going to say it.โ
Jongin sees you as he leaves the house. He grabbed his keys from the rack in the kitchen after the group decided to go out for an early dinner, a place that served bar-food just down the street.ย You, standing with your head in Yunhoโs chest, until he grabs you by your cheeks and tilts your head backward, talking to youโฆ sternly? He stays pocketed behind the tall pampas grass, watching through leaves, his heart picking up in his chest. Is he catching something he isnโt supposed to?
Somehow, he moves far enough to where neither of you see him, and makes his way back down to the beach. He has to tell San, he has to tell Mingiโ should he even get involved? Considering what Wooyoung told him and San earlier, thereโs a chance Mingi is in on it, too.ย
โGot our keys,โ he smiled briefly at San. โWe should wait until they get back.โย
San lifts a brow, โDid you see them? Any treachery?โย
Jongin shakes his head quickly, not exactly sure why his gut tells him to lie. โI saw him inside, she was outside. No treachery to be seen.โย
Sanโs lift lips in distaste. โBoring.โย
Jongin feels bad lying to his boyfriend of three years, the man who changed everything about himself for Jongin, the yin to his yang. But this felt out of his control, a little too heavy for the friend group to be throwing around so easily, it's more than gossip. You, Mingi, youโve been together for so longโฆ longer than heโs known San. From what heโs learned, youโve been together longer than any of the couples here.ย
Except for Hongjoong and Seonghwa. Maybe. Heโd have to ask San for clarification on that one.ย
It wasnโt long until you and Yunho were bouncing back down the beach, wide grins on your faces and damn, his conscience feels heavy after lying. You bend down to press a kiss on Mingiโs lips and the way he grins with stars in his eyes tells Jongin enough. Heโd keep his mouth closed for now. But if you and Yunho were any more obvious, if you take another riskโ maybe someone else wouldnโt be as nice.ย
Thereโs bamboo everywhere. Sand under your feet, surf boards lining the baby blue, wooden walls, the roof coated in thatch, the tiki barโcafe-restaraunt whatever the fuck was the pinnacle of everything Haos claims to be. An escape, another world, somewhere the wealthy pride themselves in vacationing, it reminded you to breathe. To enjoy everything around you, your friendsโ laughter, how the sun just beginning to sink was now far less brutal, the way Mingi and Yunho both had a claiming hand on either one of your thighs under the long, wooden picnic table.ย
โDonโt speak unless spoken to,โ with one hand on either of your shoulders, Yunho walked in the center of you and Mingi in the parking lot, one step behind you after you climbed out of Jonginโs Jeep.ย
You were still playing. Stomach still churning, body still wound tight, you wished you could force yourself to believe that you wouldnโt explode if someone didnโt touch you soon. Still embarrassed over your outburst earlier, not being able to handle what you asked of him, most of you was glad he didnโt give inโ even if arousal kept your body temperature heated to a low-grade fever.
Mingi, free as a bird, was giggling to himself at something Wooyoung said across from you, his face sunkissed, his forehead, the tip of his nose, like the sun shone down on Mingi alone. Maybe it did, your irresistible boyfriend with a heart of gold, you wouldnโt be surprised if the sun woke up every morning hoping just to see him. The sound was music to your ears, you leaned your head on his shoulder, hands holding onto the small, laminated menu.ย
You flexed your thighs, I missed you guys.ย
The answering squeezes to your skin told you they missed you just as much.ย
โToday went by too fast,โ San shook his head of messy black hair to the left of Mingi, it was a rare sight to see him unkempt. San was always dressed to the nines, hair gelled back, face chiseled, the face of masculinity. Seeing him with pink cheeks and an affectionate grin made your heart swarm with affection, you loved it most when the group left business behind and lived in the moment instead. โI need to have you guys here more often.โ
โInvite us then,โ Wooyoung teased back, still shirtless, sitting on the end of the table across from Yunho. Skin bronzed and glowing, he reminded you of some kind of Greek God, like him and summer had a contract. โWeโll come when you call.โ
Jongho leaned forward, his flower-patterned shirt unbuttoned and dragging along the picnic table, his dark hair messily sprawled across his forehead, sunglasses still sitting over his eyes. โSays the one who lives three states away.โ
Wooyoung laughs, leaning forward, looking to his right to see Jongho almost at the other end of the table, โIโm here, arenโt I?โ
โAt the risk of being fired, Iโm sure,โ Hongjoong smirks, the only person to his right Seonghwa, who held the end of the table. The pair still had their matching hats on, sunglasses resting above the brim, the only two whose faces were unaffected by the sunโs rays. Maybe you should all invest in hats, the sun was inescapable in Haos.ย
Yunho leans in, eyes dancing between each speaker, โAre you gonna get fired?โ
Wooyoung shakes his head with his face scrunched like his company wouldnโt dream of firing him. Sanaโs dark eyebrows raised, glossed lips falling in a line like he wasnโt telling the whole truth, the sight made a snort fall from your nose. When Wooyoung noticed, he nudged her side, scoffing, โYou know they wonโt fire me, they need me. Youโre supposed to be on my side, Sana.โ
You lean back with a laugh, hand covering your mouth, so stupid it was funny. You missed him so much, and if the possibility of Wooyoung getting fired was any indication, you think he missed you guys just as much.ย
โWe should take pictures after dinner, at sunset on the beach,โ Tzuyu chimes in, sitting in her crochet cover up between Yeosang and Jongin at the end of the table on your side. โNo dressing up, just in our bathing suits with some drinks, candid style.โ
Jihyo and Sana agree, nodding, sitting next to each other like two peas in a pod. โWe should get couples shots, too,โ Jihyo adds, dark hair waved by saltwater covering her bikini top, โJongho and I havenโt taken a proper picture together in so long.โ
โWoo and I need pictures for our holiday cards,โ Sana agrees, nodding, already leaning into Jihyo. Wooyoung, with his sunglasses pushing his hair off his face, silently groans from beside her. You giggle at his face, stealing Sanaโs attention.ย
Before she could open her mouth, San leaned forward, talking across you and Mingi, โYun, we need to get you a girlfriend so you can be involved, too.โ
You stop laughing immediately like San had reached over and stolen the smile from your face. You blink as Yunhoโs hand jumps from your thigh, your body stiffening, trying not to let your eyes widen, to show surprise or discomfort on your face while a sharp pang of something sour hits your chest.ย
โWe could ask a random girl from the bar to pretend,โ Wooyoung snickers, eyes locked with Sanโs.
Jongho laughs, a high-pitched, amused sound, โWeโd have to pry him away from those two first.โ
Yours and Mingiโs attention jumps to Jongho, who eyes you both, mischief in his eyes. Yeosang, with his elbow on the table, props his chin on his cheek, staring down at Yunho, asks, โWhat happened to that girl from Wooโs going away party?โย
Yunho shakes his head of chocolate locks inflated by humidity. Voice clear like he wasnโt bothered at all, he answers, โJust didnโt work out.โ
Your body is on fire. So badly you wanted to tell them all to stop speaking about the past, to not bring up a future that isnโt centered around yourself and Mingi. Yunho is yours.ย
โAre you okay?โ You pick your head up to Jihyo who was eyeing you carefully, eyes pointed, jaw set. โYou look sunburnt.โ
You shake your head, forcing an easy smile on your face, โIโm fine, probably am sunburnt.โ
โHow? Yunho put sunscreen on you, like, four times,โ San wore a slimy grin, the table erupting with laughter.ย
โIt was once,โ you counter, eyes narrowed, tone biting. โAnd I canโt reach my back.โ
โYouโre quiet, Mingi,โ Wooyoung interrupts, and Mingiโs eyes pick up, wide and doe-like.ย
โWhat do you want me to say?โ He asks, brows furrowing, head tilting like Wooyoung said something stupid. You smile. Yunho puts his hand back on your thigh.ย
Like a saving grace, the waiter finally approaches your table, breaking your conversation to ask for your order. Yunho orders for you, then for Mingi, exactly what both of you would have chosen if youโd ordered for yourself. You felt eyes on you as Yunho finished, but you didnโt dare meet a single personโs stare. You didnโt want to know what their eyes would tell you.ย
You didnโt have to guess, not when San spoke after the waiter left your table, his voice a blanket over one end of the table to the other. โAm I crazy? Is anyone else seeing this, or is it just me?โ
The three of your heads pick up in a line. The table is quiet, the only thing you can hear is the reggae music, soft from the speakers, dissipating into the summer breeze. Low, far but close, it melts into the sound of waves, offsetting how thick the tension had become at the table.ย
Sanโs face bulges out, bewildered, โNo oneโs gonna say anything?โ He turns to you three and your heart falls into your ass. โAre you three together?โ You swallow the bile in your throat. โAre you fucking?โ
โNo,โ Yunhoโs answer comes before your lips could part. The word is rigid, a wall, a finality. You look at Mingi whoโs already looking at Yunho, his eyes so big, so round, you can hear your heartbeat over the music, the breeze, the waves. No.ย
Yunho even laughs a little. โCome on, are you serious?โ
You glance at Jihyo whoโs already looking at you like she knows everything. Like your skin was transparent, and she could see your heart cracking beneath your ribs all over again.ย
โYouโve been joined at the hip all day,โ Wooyoungโs grin is feline, like he wasnโt done prying for information. โCanโt blame our minds for going there, can you?โ
You and Mingi donโt smile, donโt laugh. You canโt pretend. Yunho takes a sip of his drink, โTheyโve been together for years, you know weโre close. Itโs weird that your mind would go there.โย
Weird. Itโs weird. Heโs not yours at all. You feel like ice under the summer sun, melting too quickly, soon youโll be a puddle darkening the sand beneath you if you donโt remove yourself from the situation. You refuse to let any of them see you upset. You hate that a part of you doesnโt want them to know if Yunho doesnโt want them to know.
You look at Mingi, Iโm going to the bathroom.ย
He nods once, eyes glossy, you wish you could bring him with you. Pushing yourself up with your palms on the table, you swing a leg over the bench and donโt look back, donโt listen to a single word as you nearly run to the bathroom. Your skin is on fire, thereโs no air conditioning in the small two-stall bathroom with baby blue walls, itโs suffocating.ย
You stand at the sink, throwing cold water on your face, two hands hooked around the white ceramic to force yourself to calm the fuck down. What was last night for? What did you talk about all of that shit for? What did you fuck for? Now you feel fucking stupid for today, for thinking youโd pass a test he was never proctoring. It all felt redundant. Pointless.ย
The door swings open, you donโt move. โAre you okay?โ
Jihyo, smiling softly, apologetically. Your lips tighten, you refuse to let tears fall. You refuse to repeat what happened last time. You should have expected this.ย
โAll good,โ you force a smile. โI think I got too much sun today.โ
โDonโt bullshit me,โ she leans in the middle of the two sinks, shoulder pressed to the wall between the mirrors, one manicured hand on your forearm. โDid he lie?โ
You huff amusement, it lacks any semblance of warmth. โYeah, he lied.โ
โFucking asshole,โ she crosses her arms. โWhatโs with him and commitment? That day I came over, I knew it, I knew what he was there for.โ
All you can do is shake your head, โI donโt know, Ji.โ
โHow long has it been?โ
You hum before answering. โA month? Five weeks maybe?โ
โDamn,โ she shakes her head. โThe way he looks at youโฆ I donโt understand him. I donโt understand the denial.โ
You give her another weak smile. โDonโt tell the others. Please.โ
โI wonโt,โ she scrunches her lips to one side. โYou still have Mingi, though. And Mingi has you.โ
โThank god for that, right?โ Your smile is only half-fake now, moving away from the sink, pressing your back against one of the stalls. โAlthough I think heโll be more upset than I am.โ
โHe was holding it together out there,โ Jihyo shifts to lean her butt against the sink, head tilting. โWhy didnโt you tell me the truth from the start?โ
You shrug, lips flat. โIt was instinctive, we hadnโt talked about it yet. After you left that day he freaked out, we fought, we only worked that situation out last night.โ
โHe said youโd tell people?โ
You tilt your head, showing your bottom row of teeth, โNot exactly. More so that weโre more comfortable being in a gray area now, our feelings out on the table, working towards something. We werenโt expecting anyone to call us on it.โ
โTheyโre such assholes for airing out your business,โ she pushes herself off the sink, taking two steps toward you to throw her arms over your shoulders, tucking you into a hug. โIโm sorry, you guys will figure it out.โ
You let your eyes close, sucking as much comfort as you can from the hug, โI hope so. Thanks, Ji.โ
She pulls away to cup your cheeks, โYou know you can talk to me, right? Let me in, I can be a shoulder to cry on.โ
You nod, fingers wrapping around her wrists, โI will.โ
The rest of dinner was damn near silent. Yunho was in your head with apologies, none you answered, you didnโt want to talk to him or hear him out. Mingi answered once or twice, short responses, it was clear the two of you were hurt and needed time to reset your feelings again. You didnโt want to argue, or settle your feelings in the bedroom again, youโd done that already. It clearly didnโt work.ย Pictures on the beach were swift, yours and Mingiโs were all fake smiles and silence, watching the live photos in your camera roll made your skin crawl. You donโt think you or Mingi said five words between dinner and bedtime, until it was the three of you in your bedroom again.ย
Yunho actually had the audacity to pull down the comforter. You stopped him with your palm splayed flat on the right side of the mattress, voice monotonous and bored, but your eyes shot daggers. โYou can sleep downstairs.โ
His brows raised, โAre you serious?โ
You settled deeper beneath the comforter, Mingi still throwing on clothes after his shower. You hold his eye, โItโs weird that youโd try sleeping in our bed.โ
His hands fall to his sides, all emotion wiped from his face. โI just said that so they would leave us alone.โ
โYou could have been honest,โ you answer simply. โYou could have laughed it off. You could have said anything other than it being weird, Yunho.โย
His face softens, โIt wasnโt my intention toโโ
โYou donโt seem to have any intentions,โ you cut him off. โYou can sleep downstairs, like you were planning to last night.โ
Lips bending, a slow nod, without another word he turns around, grabs a pillow and a blanket, and leaves your bedroom. Mingi, watching from the dresser, finally crawls into bed after Yunho closes the door behind him.ย
You open your arms, welcoming him into your chest, fingers immediately scratching into his hair, pressing a kiss to his clean scalp that still smelled like seasalt, โYou okay baby?โ
โTired,โ he mumbles into your chest, voice deep and heavy. "Don't wanna do it anymore. Too confusing.โ
โYou wanna be done?โ You pause, fingers stalling in his hair. He looks up at you, his eyes big and round, sad. You frown, one hand sliding down to graze his cheek. โWe can be done.โ
โI donโt want to,โ his voice is so small, just barely above a whisper. โBut I think itโs obvious weโll end up being his secret forever. I donโt want to be a secret, I want him to be proud.โ
โMe too,โ you lean in to press a soft kiss to his lips. โIโm proud youโre my boyfriend, yโknow.โ
He smiles, โAnd Iโm proud youโre my girlfriend.โ
โThatโs all we need,โ you kiss him again, parting your lips for him, sinking farther down the mattress until he can roll on top of you, elbows bracketing your head. Throwing your arms around his neck, your legs over his thighs, you break the kiss to say, โI love you.โ
โI love you, too,โ he smiles into the kiss, body pressing into yours, and itโs the easy reminder that youโll always have him, no matter what, that eases weight off your chest.ย
Itโs easy to pretend everything is okay when you lean into the reminder that Mingi will be by your side forever. Itโs stuck with you since seven in the morning, when San abruptly woke up the house cracking a wooden spoon against a pot, screaming activities day over and over. He popped into your room with a wide grin, asked where Yunho was, and left your room as confused as he entered it.
Jet skiing, mini-golf, a barbecue, ending the night at Rรชve, a reputable bar in town. San insisted that your last day should be filled with the best things Haos has to offer. Of course he left out the part that jet skiing was at the yacht club he was a member of, and that he owned shares at Rรชve, making him part-owner; never humble until he was supposed to be, you wished he told you to be on your best behavior today.ย
Not that your group would ever be on their best behavior. Wooyoung was already drinking by the time you went downstairs for breakfast, he made mimosas for everyone, you had two. The first you chugged after Yunho went upstairs immediately after you entered the kitchen, the second you chugged when he came back downstairs, shirtless, swim trunks painted onto his thighs. If you were going to be forced into activities with him all day, you should make it easier for yourself.
White buildings with terracotta roofing, there were too many buildings to count, a winding paved asphalt driveway up to the front where men in suits stood under a white awning, one approaching as San put his Bronco in park parallel to the main doors. It had valet.ย
The yacht club was beautiful, massive, every nook and cranny of the main building screamed prestigious. All patrons you encountered were dressed up, some in sports wear for the golf course you could only assume is somewhere on the grounds, in long summer dresses or business-style suits, everyone seemed important. Everyone looked proper. Part of you felt out of place, with your group half-dressed in bathing suits and cover-ups like you were headed to the beach, but it didnโt last long when you got outside to where everything was docked.
Your mouth didnโt close once from the time you walked inside the heavy red doors all the way out to where he kept his jet skis docked, next to his boat, The Kai. Not a far walk, you realized, you assumed meant he was also a very important person here, too, the size of his boat only aided in the confirmation.ย
He owned four jet skis, which meant four couples could ride at a time, leaving two couples and a Yunho out. Luckily he had a cooler fully stocked on his boat, one he and Jongin brought out to the dock while the first wave of people went out on the water. On the dock were Mingi, Jihyo, Jongho, and Yunhoโ of course, naturally. You sipped on a seltzer, sitting between Mingi and Jihyo, your feet dangling over the side, one arm behind you holding you up.ย
Yunho sat on the other side of Jongho at the end and as much as you were grateful after you and Mingi threw in your white towels last night, it hurt that he wasnโt even trying. He didnโt even look at you, not once today, you think. At least when you got out on the water you and Mingi were smiling and laughing, he let you drive the jet ski, which he quickly regretted when he realized the watercraft turned you into an adrenaline junkie.ย
Mini-golf was ten minutes from the yacht club, half of your group in Sanโs Bronco, the other half in Jonginโs Jeep. A standalone establishment that had a small course on the outside, an ice cream shop on the inside, and a small kitchen for bar-type food. The alcoholic bar itself was small, connected to the kitchen-half of the indoor space, but it didnโt stop your friend group from ordering a round of shots, cocktails, and beers for all. Even better, the tab at the bar plus admission for minigolf was all paid for by San. His treat, he said, and who were you to argue after seeing The Kai?
There were too many of you for one singular game, but the consensus amongst the group was that you wanted to play together. So instead of splitting your group in half to play two separate games, you played in pairs, and once again you and Mingi were thrown into a triplet, this one you didnโt agree to so easily. One shot down and a cocktail in your palm, no one could feel the tension between the three of you, the energy should be light at mini-golf. You mentally decide youโll be civil. Maybe youโll even try being friends.ย
Mingi and Yunho both had beers in their hands, neither jumping for joy at the blue club you chose, it wasnโt the longest, and the two men you shared with were a hell of a lot taller than you. You stifled a laugh as Mingi uncomfortably hunched over the club as he lined up his feet, awkwardly swinging the club to hit the blue ball.ย
โThis game is fucked,โ he stands up straight when the ball bounces off the back wall, missing the hole completely. The first hole is the easiest.ย
You snort a laugh where you stand, watching his face morph into frustration, his brows knitting and lips parting like he couldnโt believe he missed. โYouโll get it next time,โ you encourage, taking a sip of your cocktail.ย
Hongjoong goes up next, he makes it in with one swing.ย Tzuyu goes next, she makes it in with one swing.ย Sana next, she makes it in with one swing.ย
โThis is fucking rigged,โ Mingi curses, taking another sip from his beer. Yunho laughs under his breath as your arm comes up to rub his back encouragingly.ย
โDonโt worry,โ you coo. โYunho and I will win for you.โ
โI can play golf,โ Mingi argues defensively. โThe club is just short. Yunho wonโt be able to do it, either.โ
Jongho goes next, he makes it in with one swing. Mingiโs brows raise like heโs seconds away from losing his shit. Jongin next, he makes it in with one swing. Mingiโs fuck is loud enough for the children at hole thirteen to hear.ย
โDonโt get us kicked out of minigolf, Min,โ Wooyoung is still laughing, a hand clutching his belly. โWe know youโre competitive, itโs just a kidโs game.โ
โI know itโs a kidโs game,โ Mingi bites, all in one breath, barely looking at the younger man as he says it. Your face is full of amusement when Wooyoung turns to you, brows raised in surprise.ย
โDonโt ask me,โ you shake your head. โIโm not his keeper. When it comes to games, heโs on his own.โ
Itโs your turn again, the blue ball alone on the green. Youโve played enough minigolf in your life for this to be muscle memoryโ childhood games at arcades, random birthday parties from school friends over the years. But itโs been a long, long time since you were a kid, too long since youโve come close to a minigolf course.ย Your first swing, just a foot away from the hole, you miss. The group laughs and you roll your eyes, waving a hand, โIโm just warming up!โ
โOh, Iโm sure!โ Sanaโs voice is dripping with sarcasm and your lips tighten. Feeling hotter now, you line up your feet, the club with the ball, and swing.ย
You fucking miss.
โJesus fucking Christ,โ you huff. โSomeone hand me my drink, I need to be drunker if Iโm gonna suck.โ
Yunhoโs laughing as he hands you your cocktail and you suck down half of it before lining your feet up all over again. You hit the ball this time, but itโs fueled by your rage, it bounces off the brick siding and onto the green of hole four right next door to hole one. You straighten, hand covering your mouth, eyes widening as your ball hits someone elseโs ball that was currently playing hole four.ย
โIโm sorry!โ You call as the young kid, definitely not a day over the age of eight, throws the baby blue ball back onto the faded putting green. Itโs as if it was in slow motion, how he threw the ball in a perfect arc for it to land flawlessly in the hole without as much as a singular bounce. You whip around to your friend group, eyes wide, โDoes that count? Can that count? Jongin, count it.โ
Your friend group sounds like a clan of hyenas, loud cackles, obnoxious laughter breaking out across twelve people because of how ridiculous that unfolded.ย
โAre all three of you competitive?โ Seonghwa asks, genuine, voice light and kind.ย
You shrug as you walk off the green, โIโve never really played sports, I donโt know.โ Skipping over to Jongin who was keeping score, you brush up close to his sculpted arm, tone candy sweet, โSo? Are we counting it or what?โ
He makes a shh motion, one finger raised, smiling behind the purse of his lips. Your hand forms into a fist and you tuck it into your body with success, โYes, hole in two, baby.โ
Mingi and Yunho are snickering when you return to them, but itโs Yunho who mocks you, โNot competitive, my ass.โ
โHey,โ you point a finger at him. โYou canโt make fun of me, Iโm pissed at you. I said I was gonna make up for Mingiโs shit swing.โ
โYours was even worse!โ Mingiโs voice is high-pitched, still defensive. Youโre all giggles when you lean into him, pressing a hand to his cheek to pull him down for a kiss. Beer and home, he tastes like half of you.ย
You feel Yunhoโs eyes, but you donโt stop, you donโt do anything to make him think itโs for him. Even if thereโs the evil part of you that hopes he wants to rip his skin off his body, that heโs so enraged he sees red, you hope he doesnโt act on it. You hope he doesnโt act on anything ever again.
At hole two, Yunho surprises you both with how efficiently he makes the ball into the hole with only one swing, yours and Mingiโs jaws falling to the concrete. Yunho exudes everything smug on his return.
Smirk on his lips, rolling his shoulders, he says, โWhat? Like itโs hard?โ
Your laugh is verbal disbelief, Mingi immediately quips, โDo not quote Legally Blonde right now.โ
Yunhoโs giggle is proud, his grin wide, his shoulders doing a little shake in celebration. So fucking cute you could rip out all your hair, you dig your head into Mingiโs chest to smell him, to rid yourself of feelings towards Yunho. Your forehead meets your boyfriendโs skin with a groan, โI need another drink.โ
The third hole goes by quickly, efficiently, Mingi excited he got a hole in one, deservedly so. At hole four, youโre up again after a cocktail and a half, at least youโre at the starting line this time. You stare at the blue ball sitting on the green, eyes squinted, whispering, โDo not embarrass me. Okay?โย
โAre you talking to the ball?โ San asks, humor laced in his tone. โI donโt think itโs gonna answer, girl.โ
โIโm giving it a pep talk!โ You snap your head to respond and then stare at the ball once more. You line up your feet, then the club with the ball, and swing.ย
Your fuck is louder than Mingiโs was when you miss. You wave apologetically to the family of four that shoots daggers at you from across the course.ย
โI canโt watch this,โ Yeosang shakes his head as he approaches you. โYou're legitimately killing me.โ
Your face heats with embarrassment as he stalks up to you, determination in the crease of his brow. You pull all your hair to one side as he stands behind you, arms wrapping around you, hands dwarfing yours over the handle of the club. โHold like this,โ he explains, then kicks one foot between yours, spreading your legs farther, your knees bending. โStand like that.โ
Yunho, tensing beside Mingi, snaps his head to the side to get Mingiโs attention. โHello?โ
Mingiโs brows furrow when Yunhoโs shoulder bumps him, his feet staggering. โWhat?โ
โLook,โ Yunho says, like itโs absurd Mingi just asked what. He can see the flex of Yeosangโs arms as he stretches them over your shoulders, the veins swimming along his forearms while his hands clasp over yours. It makes his jaw tick, his heartbeat quickenโ youโre not Yeosangโs to touch.ย
โHeโs showing her how to play,โ Mingi says casually, taking another sip of his beer, leaning towards Yunho like he was watching a sitcom instead of his girlfriend getting felt up by another man.ย
Yunhoโs head tilts, dumbfounded and semi-enraged that Mingi doesnโt feel a shred of the possession he does, his voice a harsh whisper, โYeosang has had a thing for her sinceโฆ since forever.โ
โHave you lost your mind?โ Mingiโs brows raise as he turns to his best friend, a disbelieving chuckle falling from his lips. โNo he hasnโt. Tzuyu is right there.โ
Yeosang kicks your feet apart and Yunhoโs body jerks at the action. His foot inches forward, fingers grasping his beer a little harder like he was ready to pounce. Instead, he grits his teeth, โHave you ever watched Yeosang interact with her? Like ever? Heโs basically told you to your face he thinks sheโs sexy.โ
โShe is sexy,โ Mingi shrugs, rolling his neck nonchalantly. โIf Iโm not pissed off then you shouldnโt be either. Sheโs not yours, sheโs mine.โ
Yunhoโs neck snaps, meeting Mingiโs dead-serious stare. Stunned into silence, he shuts his mouth, drinks his beer, and lets it be. Just when Yunho thought they were getting somewhere, that maybe you wouldnโt be awkward all day, heโs surprised that Mingiโs the one who put him in his place. Itโs worse when you return smiling, overflowing with excitement, asking Mingi if he saw your hole-in-one three times before throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him. He feels sick, palms sweating, you werenโt doing this to get a rise out of him, you were leaning on each other because he was the one who fucked up. Again.ย
The rest of mini-golf goes by in a blur. He doesnโt speak much, he doesnโt have anything to say, his mind is on a roll, trying to come up with any sort of plan to fix this. He needs to get you two alone, he needs to apologize, he needs to say something to get the two of you to stop looking at him like you donโt care about him because that in itself is so fucking terrifying he can feel his goddamn throat close another inch every time he notices.ย
The drive home is quiet, wind in Yunhoโs ears, he canโt even hear the soft music playing through the speakers, he didnโt care to. Out of the corner of his eye he watches you sink into Mingi in Sanโs backseat with the sun laying over your lap like a blanket, your eyes closed beneath your sunglasses like you didnโt have a care in the world. Like nothing was bothering you at all.ย
Heโs never let himself learn just how terrifying it could be to love someone who didnโt want him. Two people who didnโt fucking want him.ย
โWhoโs ready to BBQ?โ Wooyoung shouts from the passenger seat of Jonginโs Jeep, emphasizing the acronym, basically hanging halfway over the door while grinning wide enough to showcase each and every one of his bone-colored teeth. Youโd just pulled into Sanโs driveway, finally back at home to barbecue, to fill your stomachs with a good, hearty meal before you were back on the streets for Haosโ nightlife.ย
Everyone piled out of the cars quickly, heading inside just for the men to immediately split off into the kitchen to start prepping the grill. You watch as they gather around the kitchen island, shouting orders and ideas about cooking of all things until Tzuyu bumps your hip with her own at the base of the staircase, stealing your attention.
Pulling her hair tie from her bun, she lets it fall behind her in loose waves, scratching her fingers through her roots, โI guess the man-grill thing is genetic. Or built-in, like a default setting.โย
โThereโs nine of them,โ you whisper. โHow many does it take to man a grill?โย
โNope, Iโm out!โ Hongjoong raises both his palms beside his head in defeat while he retreats from the kitchen. โYouโre all insane, Iโm showering and napping. Call me when dinnerโs ready.โ
โEight,โ you correct yourself, a grin growing on your cheeks, and Tzuyu laughs from beside you.ย
Jihyo, her bag over her shoulder, enters the living room with Sana at her side, the two approaching you and Tzuyu with grins on their faces. Sana does a little shake of her hips, grin reading excitement, โWhoโs ready to fuck up the club?โ
โItโs a bar, I think,โ Jihyo laughs, โbut itโll be nice for us all to go out and let loose.โ
โWeโve done nothing but let loose all weekend,โ Tzuyu furrows her brows.
โNo.โ you shake your head once. โWe have not.โ
โI brought face masks,โ Sanaโs fingertips dance together mischievously. โWe should pre-game getting ready while they grill and shit.โ
Out on the deck, Mingi stood over the grill in front of the railing, a pair of tongs in his hand while he flipped pieces of meat and seafood on the black, steel grates. The speaker inside played music through the screen door, everyone mindlessly humming and singing along while they set the table, chatter and laughter flowing through the chilly summer breeze that ruffled his hair.ย
So many years these guys have been his friends, so many years Yunho has been his friend, he canโt believe itโs all gone to complete shit. This was his worst fear coming true, the lingering fear when all of this began, that heโd cross a line and lose Yunho. Yeah, theyโd all still be friends, but his friendship with Yunho has always been different. Deeper. He canโt believe heโs losing it, right in front of his eyes.
He felt alive again that first night in Haos, back to normalcy, you three felt closer than before, just for it to be ruined all over again the next day. Each and every time he met Yunhoโs eye today, he hated that those three words still sat in the hinge of his jaw, the back of his throat, begging to be spoken. He could tell it was the same for you, where your eyelids sat over your glazed pupils, a certain twinkle to them as you stared up at Yunho even if you tried to hide it. He knows what the words look like forming on your lips, how you tighten your smile to stop them from spilling out, he knows you like the back of his hand.ย
He canโt believe you both love him and you canโt have him.ย
โAlmost done?โ Mingiโs head snapped up to Yunho on his right side, his head peeking over Mingiโs shoulder, the heat of Yunho hotter than the grill. Speak of the devil.
Mingi nods, eyes sliding over his face. Big, brown eyes with clean cut brows giving them structure, cheekbones high and sculpted, lips a pretty, pale pink heart. He wishes there was no one else on the deck, he wants nothing more than to lean forward and press his lips to Yunhoโs, he hates that his feelings still linger.
Yunhoโs head tilts when Mingi lacks a response, amused by Mingiโs eyes locked in on his lips. โWhatโcha thinking about?โย
โNothing,โ Mingi mumbles, bringing his eyes back to the grill.ย
Yunho sighs, โMingiโโ
โDonโt,โ Mingi keeps his eyes locked on the burning fire beneath the grates. โI donโt want to hear it, itโs all bullshit.โ
It feels like a blow to Yunhoโs ribs. โNone of what I want to say is bullshit, Mingi. You know me.โ
โI thought I knew you,โ Mingi mutters, purposely keeping his voice low. โI thought I knew how you felt about us, I thought we were getting somewhere, that even though youโre scared, you wouldnโt pretend you didnโt feel anything.โ
Yunho frowns, his head dropping. โIโm sorry, I didnโt mean to hurt you, Min.โ
โBut you did,โ Mingi meets his eye. โAnd you knew you did in the moment. But you didnโt go back on what you said, you didnโt change your answer. You let me sit there looking stupid because Iโโ
Mingi cuts himself off and Yunhoโs brows furrow for a second, โBecause you what?โ
โNothing, it doesnโt matter.โ
โIt matters,โ Yunho urges. โEverything you say matters.โ
โNot to you,โ Mingi turns sideways, his jaw locked, his brows flat. โDonโt apologize, donโt say whatever pretty words you think are gonna make it better. It was embarrassing, Yunho, sitting there while everyone laughed at the idea of us being together because you said it was weird.โ
Yunhoโs fingers rub at his eyes, exasperated, โIโm sorry, I didnโt mean to say it, it was word vomit, I got scaredโโ
โYunho,โ Mingiโs voice is so clear, so even Yunho stands a little straighter. โI know how you feel already. Youโre twenty-eight years old, youโre old enough to know words have meaning. You know how we feel about you. Weโre done here.โ
Yunhoโs throat is so tight he doesnโt think he could take a breath even if he tried. Thereโs no oxygen in the air, nothing to feed his lungs, Mingiโs words feel so concrete all he can do is turn around and walk away. Inside, toward the bathroom, heโs walking without vision, without a brain, he locks the door behind him and finally heaves a strained, verbal breath.ย
Weโre done here.
Youโre done with him. Mingiโs done with him. His back presses against the door, facing the ceiling, willing his tears to stay below the surface. Heโs right. Heโs grown enough to know that his fear is childish, that itโs time to settle down, he shouldnโt be afraid of what his friends think, what anyone thinks. He shouldnโt be afraid of commitment with you, he knows you wonโt hurt him in his soul, he knows how you feel about him. He feels the same way toward you, if not deeper, he feels so fucking much toward you that it terrifies him.ย
Heโs running out of time to get over it.
If this was a month ago heโd be seeing this situation as an out, heโd be thinking that this was for the best, but now his heart feels shriveled down to a husk in his chest. Hollow, like the best parts of him were gone, missing the people who made him feel whole, gave him purpose outside of sex. Outside of the role he gave himself.ย
When he goes back out onto the deck, the sunโs at its last moments of visibility over the horizon, the girls had made it back down, too. You sat next to Mingi at the corner, Jihyo and Jongho across from you, Tzuyu and Yeosang beside you. Yunho sits beside Hongjoong whoโs next to Seonghwa, and the couple look at him with sad eyes.ย
Seonghwa leans across Hongjoong, his voice low. โWhatโd you do?โ
Yunho sighs, lips flattening. He doesnโt question how Seonghwa read the situation. โYou saw what I did. At dinner yesterday.โ
Hongjoong makes a face, one that says youโre fucked. โThat was a tough watch.โ
โI know,โ Yunho answers, tone flat. โI donโt know what to do.โ
โI donโt think weโre able to give you advice, this is out of our area of expertise,โ Seonghwa looks apologetic, voice soft as he leans across Hongjoong to lay his palm flat over Yunhoโs hand, encouraging. โYouโll figure it out if you love them as much as they love you.โ
Yunho stares at him for a second and for the first time in thirty minutes he canโt actively hear his own heartbeat. He gives Seonghwa a soft, grateful smile, pulling his hands back in his lap, thinking.ย
Youโll figure it out if you love them as much as they love you.ย
He lets his eyes graze over the meal, a feast is what it was, far too much food for thirteen people to consume and feel good after digesting, but no one seemed to care. Music flowed from inside, loud yet calming, a backtrack to conversation, banter, laughter, not anything Yunho could hear over the sound of his pounding heart.ย
San made a toast to the last night in Haos, a small speech of how happy he was to maintain the friendships that were vital to him. Appreciation for all of you, gratitude for years of friendship, relationships he wouldnโt trade for the world, he even choked up talking about how close he holds everyone to his heart. Not often does he get emotional, but the way the table stood, clapped, clinked their glasses and took turns squeezing him tight, maybe heโll be more inclined.ย
Maybe the three of you werenโt the only ones who are having an emotional weekend.ย
By the time dinner was over, all thirteen of you stuffed full, the impending night out seemed more like a chore than anything. Yunhoโs stretched out on the couch half-asleep until he hears Wooyoung complain to San that the girls were getting ready in his room, perking his ears enough for him to wake the hell up and trudge up two flights of steps to his room, your room, to see Mingi passed out in the bed.ย
A white tee, briefs on his legs, he lays on his side, both hands pressed together beneath one cheek, lips parted as he snores softly. Yunho smiles to himself, staring from the doorway, leaned up against the wooden frame, he looks so peaceful. So pretty, Yunho wanted so badly to crawl onto the bed and press a kiss to his lips, he knows better. Instead he creeps across the hardwood, gathering his things for a shower and leaves.ย
The hot water gives him clarity. Maybe itโd be easier to confess tonight with a little liquid confidence, itโd give him an easier flow, he could say everything he needs to say without the stupid fucking wall thatโs embedded in him biting his tongue. He loves you, he loves you both so much he feels incomplete, the world feels tilted off its axis without you two by his side. One week without you was hell, one day watching you with each other was like living in purgatory, the in-between, where he can look but canโt touch, he thinks that might be worse.ย
Mingiโs still asleep while he starts getting ready, he only wakes up when Yunhoโs buttoning up his shirt. He sits up slowly, wiping at his eyes, โWhat time is it?โ
โAfter nine, I think,โ Yunho responds, staring at Mingi through the mirror. His hair looks untouched, eyes half-lidded, he licks his lips three times just to get moisture in his mouth again. Yunho canโt fight his smile.ย
โFuck,โ Mingiโs top lip lifts. โYouโre dressing up?โ
Yunho grins, โIโm only in a button-up and pants.โ
โYeah, but theyโre your good pants,โ Mingi argues, โthe ones that make your ass look good.โ His eyes widen after he says it, like his own words woke him up the rest of the way, but he doesnโt correct himself.ย
Yunho looks over his shoulder like heโll be able to see his own ass. โYou think my ass looks good in these?โ
Mingi stretches, a verbal noise of tightness leaving his chest as his arms go over his head, his shirt lifting at the hem, Yunhoโs eyes snap to the exposed bit of skin like a moth to a flame. Mingi lays flat on the bed, arms straight out beside him, legs spread. โYou know it does, donโt play coy.โ
Yunho laughs a little as he buttons the last one, leaving the top three undone, one silver cross pendant sitting on his chest. He turns slowly, hands planted on the dresser behind him, taking a breath to build confidence since there was zero liquor swimming in his blood, โI regret what I said at dinner yesterday.โ
Mingi sits up on his elbows, sleep still evident in his glossy eyes, his tone remains flat, knowing. โDo you?โ
Yunho nods, lips scrunching to one side. โI donโt like how we are right now.โ
Mingi sits up all the way, โI donโt like it either.โ
Yunhoโs voice is breathy, a little shaky as he asks, โCan I fix it?โ
โLast time we were fixing things it took one day for it to get fucked up again,โ Mingi lifts himself off the bed, running a hand through his hair. He stops right before Yunho, facing him, โYouโre the only one who needs to figure your shit out, Yunho.โ
Yunho watches as Mingi heads for the door, calling behind him. โWhat if I figured it out already?โ
Mingi holds his stare from the door. โThen what are you waiting for?โ
Stuck in time, Yunho stares, his tongue caught between his teeth, his heart in his throat. Mingi laughs a little, disappointment clear as he shakes his head. Before heading to the bathroom, he mutters, โThought so.โ
Yunho curses under his breath when he hears the bathroom door close, the shower turning on. He doesnโt wait around for Mingiโs return, he goes back downstairs, most of the guys already showered, dressed, ready to go. He opens a beer with the same tightness in his jaw, frustrated that Mingi just gave him an opportunity to speak and he couldnโt do it. He couldnโt say a word.ย
Thereโs music playing from the TV in the living room, something pop from a decade ago, he doesnโt have it in him to listen, or to the conversation happening around the kitchen island. San, Jongin, Wooyoung, Jongho, itโs all muted mumbling in his ringing ears, he feels pathetic.ย
Itโs worse when Mingi comes downstairs and doesnโt even look at him. He joins the conversation seamlessly, the laughter grows, theyโre talking louder than the music, it makes Yunho feel not only on the outside of his relationship, but on the outside of everything. Isolated because he canโt speak up, he canโt say how he feels, heโs trapped within his own mind, trapped beneath his feelings. He cracks another beer.ย
He doesnโt think it can get any worse until you walk down the stairs. On the couch now, he gets a front-row view of the black dress painted onto your body, tied around your neck, stiletto heels with straps that twist up your calves like vines. Mingi meets you at the base, picking you up off the bottom stair with one arm hooked around your body, lips pressed to yours, when he sets you down carefully he says something in your ear that makes your head fall back with laughter.ย
Emotion feels like bile rising in his throat. Heโs jealous, but itโs different now; what was once frustrating was now driving, the words sit heavy on his tongue. You two look like youโre matching, dark clothes, hair styled, jewelry silver and offsetting one another, he looks down at his outfit and itโs almost like fate that heโs matching, too.
He looks back up to meet your eye across the room, what was supposed to be a glance lingers.
Yunho gives you the smallest of smiles, You look beautiful.ย
Your chin tilts upwards ever so slightly, I know, Mingi just told me.
Ouch. He leans into the backrest, I canโt tell you, too?
The corner of your lips tug upward. Thanks.ย
He watches as Mingiโs hand slithers around your waist. I need to talk to you.ย
You sink into Mingiโs hold, your back pressed against his chest, What if I donโt want to hear it?
Yunhoโs jaw clenches. You do.ย
Sana shrieks from the staircase as soon as she sees Mingiโs lips pressed to the skin below your ear, โDo not fuck in that dress, I just bought it!โ
You pull your attention away from him and he feels like grieving. You donโt give it to him again until youโve had tequila poured into your mouth from the bottle, all thirteen of you in the kitchen fully dressed, pouring liquor like itโs water and calling it a pre-game. Outside, splitting two Escalades, rides San ordered for your group to take to Rรชve across town, Yunho opted to sit in the back with you and Mingi, you scowled as soon as it left his lips. He smiles, because at least you care enough to frown.
San was immediately greeted upon approaching the upscale bar, stepping out of the Escalade to be met with two men wearing suits like it was regular, casual. Inside it was red everything, from leather booths to velvet barstools to the curtain that hung closed upon the stage; walls full of vintage framed photography, the architecture a brown so deep it appeared burgundy, dimly lit shaded lamps on tables, some traded for candles, the bar was drenched in an amber hue. It was definitely moody, a brand created off of atmosphere, it felt cozy as much as it felt expensive.
It was calmly crowded, plenty of people filling up the tables in the center of the room, a crowd before the stage that had waiters with trays between them. You spotted martini glasses, short glasses of whiskey poured neat, women in daring dresses and doused in jewels, men in suits who blew clouds of swirling smoke in the air from their cigars. All thirteen of you looked appropriate, expensiveโ but not old money expensive like some of the patrons you observed. You wondered about the history of Haos, about San, how deep his pockets really ran.ย
You couldnโt wonder for long, though, with how the group was directed past the stage to a steel door at the back of the building that seemedโฆ insignificant. Like itโd bring you outside or to a storage room, not to a long, dark hallway that hummed louder and louder with each step he took.ย
Bass thumped beneath your shoes, the group quietly following the man in black like this was normal, no one questioned anything only because San followed with confidence, chest puffed out, shoulders back. Surprise wasnโt the word for what was behind the twin steel door at the end of the hallway, it opened to flashes of blue and purple, music so loud it made you jump where you stood.ย
Women on platforms half-dressed, swaying their hips to the beat of the song, bottle girls with buckets of ice and handles of liquor atop their heads parting through the crowd like it was the Red Sea, patrons in clothing that matched yours exactly. The room was filled with people in your age group dancing to the music at the center of the backdoor club, the walls filled with enclosed sections you assumed were VIP, all by velvet roped attached to silver poles.
โSo? Are you guys surprised?โ San asks from the head of the group, his smirk turned to a wide, excited grin, which everyone replied with a monotonous, confused yes. San laughed, leaning into Jongin, โWe wanted to surprise you, you guys looked so confused at the front, like we were gonna smoke cigars and watch Cabaret.โ
โI wouldnโt have minded,โ Jongho shrugs, and most of the group nod their agreement, including you. You didnโt care where you ended up tonight as long as there was liquor for you to guzzle.
โThis is better, no?โ San raises his brows as he begins walking you toward the back wall, what you assume was your VIP section. โMusic we know, people our age, itโs been a long time since weโve all gone clubbing together.โ
Tzuyu, in a red dress painted on her body, adds, โBecause all the clubs at home suck.โ
โNot the ones here,โ San quips like he was waiting for that reply, entering the section backlit by blue lights cool enough to be white. โThey love me here.โ
โYou own it,โ Mingi snorts, โthey have to love you.โ
โI partially own it,โ San raises a finger as he steps into the open booth, the table at the center already full of ice and champagne. โThereโs a difference.โ
Jongin starts pouring champagne into flutes, โShould we make another toast?โ
โWe donโt need to get all teary-eyed again,โ Sana smiles, softly instead of the nasty smirk she usually wore with her rebuttals. This was appreciation. โWe have our makeup done, Sannie made us emotional enough back at the house.โ
โItโs not every day that you get to tell your friends how much you love them,โ San holds the flute between his fingers, brows wiggling.ย
Yeosang laughs, โIt could be, you just choose not to.โ
You can feel the music in your blood, the dance floor calling to you, excitement in the bounce of your knee. You only spend fifteen minutes in your section, finishing a singular cocktail before Tzuyuโs pulling you out to the dance floor, after getting ready together in Sanaโs room it was like all four of you had taken a breath of fresh air.
The dance floor was already swarming with sweaty bodies loosened up by liquor. Yours not quite there yet, youโre in a fit of giggles as the girls twirl you into the crowd, you stay on the outside of Jihyo and Sana who fall into rhythm, backs pressed to one another as they sway their hips, laughing as they twist around. You and Tzuyu are watching, smiling, giggling until the two pull you into their circle, forcing your hips into the same rhythm as theirs.ย
โIโm out of practice!โ You yell over the music, and both Sana and Jihyo shake their heads, like they wouldnโt accept the excuse.ย
Jihyo slaps a hand on your shoulder, โYou fuck, you know how to use your hips!โ
Head tipping back with another laugh, you let her pull you into her, your hips so close they might as well be touching. You follow her rhythm, using a fuck-worthy roll of your hips as you do, bottom lip caught between your teeth while you focus.ย
โYouโre thinking too much,โ Sanaโs behind you, hands on your hips. โYou need another drink, damn.โ
Your lips tighten in a line as you look up at Jihyo again, embarrassed. She laughs in response, โShe means youโll feel looser with a little liquor in you.โ
Sana stops the bottle girl holding a tray of shots, her screech for help loud as she tries to balance four between her fingers, the three of you snatch them from her hands like candy. Shooting it back in one swallow, you push a breath through your lips like itโd rid the sting from your throat, your face scrunching up at the taste. Vodkaโ bitter, painful.ย
But it helps, itโs not long until your arms lay over Jihyoโs shoulders, your back pressed to Sanaโs as she moves to the same rhythm as you, Tzuyu swaying her body in front of Sana. You can feel the music in your blood now, your body thumping with the bass, bones turning fluid with each shake of your hips. Youโre unable to feel the warmth spreading through your skin, your senses already overwhelmed by the atmosphere, youโre too busy watching Jihyoโs half-clothed body grinding herself against you.
Eventually Tzuyu heads to the bar for more drinks, handing you another shot before a glass full of something and tequila, you donโt realize how quickly youโre sipping it while Tzuyu is bent over in front of you, her ass pressed to your crotch. You can hear your obnoxious laughter over the music when Sana lands a few smacks to her ass, Jihyo pulling out her phone to record it, the four of you erupting in a fit of drunken giggles and snorts, bodies light, brains somewhere else entirely, not once did you remember thereโs an entire club of people around you.ย ย
Itโs been so long. House parties, clubs, bars, your friend group used to be outside on a weekly basis, you missed it. You missed them, dancing with them, completely carefree, like youโre twenty-three again. It was nostalgic in a visceral way, like maybe you were twenty-three again, sharing platonic kisses with your friends on the dance floor, waiting for your boyfriend to come scoop you up and fuck you in the bathroom because neither of you could wait.
You donโt realize youโre drunk until Mingi joins you on the dance floor. When you see his face, structured and beautiful, strands of hair hanging over his glossy eyes, a smile on his plump lips, you feel the rush of warmth from your chest to your toes. His pants cling to his legs like theyโre tailored to him, strong thighs filling out the fabric, his unbuttoned shirt is showing enough skin for you to lick down his chest. You want to, the urge sitting at the forefront of your mind, you lick your lips as he approaches.ย
โI was wondering where you went,โ Mingiโs loud over the music, you could get drunk off the rasp to his voice alone. You throw your hands over his shoulders, swaying your hips to a rhythm he meets you at immediately, his hands on your waist.ย
โIโve been here,โ you tilt your head, dazed. โWe were dancing, the girls are so funny.โ
Mingi snorts, โYouโre drunk.โ
โNooo,โ you shake your head, the word exaggerated, playful. โJust tipsy. Did I tell you how handsome you look?โ Mingi looks amused, brows raising, you donโt wait for his answer. โYou look sofuckingsexy.โ His belly laugh makes your smile grow. โIโm serious, Min. I want you, like now.โ
He leans in to attach your lips, a quick peck, he fights your strength to keep him close. โNow? Like were twenty-three again? Donโt wanna wait until we get home so I can fuck you in our bed?โ
A small noise slips through your lips at the thought. โToo far away, we just got here.โ
โWe got here over an hour ago,โ his hands curl around your waist, gripping you harder. โYouโve been out here the whole time, baby.โ
It feels like youโve been dancing for ten minutes. โWhatever,โ you whine, pressing your front against his. โKiss me already.โ
He obliges, smiling before he presses his lips to yours, hands sliding down to grip your hips, pulling your body flush to his. You gasp into his lips, he tastes like whiskey, bitter but sweet, addicting. Your fingers find his hair as his tongue parts your lips, tasting you, groaning into you, your hands fall from his neck to feel him.ย
โBaby,โ he says with caution, you swallow the warning, tilting your head to kiss him harder. He squeezes your hips as your hands fall from his hair to his chest, palms splayed over his pecs down to his abdomen, tongue dancing with his.ย
โI just wanna kiss,โ you mumble into his mouth, hands fisting the fabric of his shirt as you take his bottom lip between your teeth, biting softly. He groans, chasing your lips again, his hips pressing into you, heโs so easy it makes your core clench.ย
He parts your legs with one of his own, pressing into you, making you gasp a sound too lewd for where you are. Entirely bare beneath your dress, the pressure combined with the texture of his pants makes a breathy moan fall past your lips, one he drinks up with his own. Your fingers curl into his shirt tighter, hips bucking into him, one of his hands sliding up to the side of your neck.
โCan feel her on me,โ his voice is deeper, almost a growl as he says the words into your mouth. โKnew you werenโt wearing panties.โ
One of your heeled feet leaves the floor to grind against him at a better angle, head falling forward until your forehead lands against his, โShit, feels good.โ
He reaches behind you, fingers finding the hem of your dress, holding it taut over your ass. You moan again as your core drags over his thigh, forehead falling to his shoulder, the rest of the club melting away. He curses under his breath, โBaby, hold on, you gottaโโ
You whimper into his shirt, eyes screwing shut, tequila and Mingi was a cocktail for impulsivity. Him, the smell of him in your nose, his body pressed to yours, he made you so fucking cockdrunk without even giving you an inch, without even touching you. The pleasureโs overwhelming, you needed more, pressure building steadily, you didnโt care where you were, who saw.ย
Yunho canโt believe what heโs seeing. Curiosity getting the better of him, he should have known not to follow Mingi out to the dance floor to find you. But he was growing antsy at the table, listening to the bullshit conversation everyone was having when all he wanted to do was kiss Mingi across the table. Sitting back against the couch with his knees spread, beer in his hand, lips wet and pink and plump, Yunho was stirring in impatience. Heโs hungry, he wants to touch him, to kiss him, wants him on his knees between his legs, he wants to tell him how much he loves him with his lips wrapped around his cock. He stared with his chin in his palm, elbow pressed to his knee, his foot tapping against the floor, the liquor made him restless.
At least he waited a few seconds before following Mingi, just to find the two of you at the center of the dance floor, surrounded by bodies and eyes while you grinded your hips against his fucking thigh like you were the only people out here. Mingiโs holding your dress over your ass, your hands in his shirt, leg hooked around his body, he stared until he understood the rhythm you were moving at, watching how you twitched like you were about to fucking cum.
He was seeing red. In his mind you were both still his, and you were letting all of these random fucking people see you like this? Seeing whatโs his? He was moving before he could think about it, pressing himself up against your back, hands on your waist to shield you from everyone who could be watching. His voice comes out rough, harsh, โDonโt you fucking dare.โ
Your hips still like your blood was still victim to his command. Head tilting backward, you stare at him through wet lashes, lips parting, his name leaves your mouth in a soft gasp. Eyes hazy, glossed over, fuck, all his rage dissipates into the humidity of the club, just from one look at you. Disheveled, you didnโt have a frown on your face, your brows werenโt tied together, so fucking beautiful flushed with arousal he can feel it in his chest.ย
He looks at Mingi whoโs equally as fucked out, cheeks red, eyes glossed over, he stares at Yunho like he wants to devour him, just like Yunho was staring at him in their section. His cock twitches in his pants, his heart twists, itโs been one fucking day and he misses you like he hasnโt had you in months.
He canโt take it anymore. He canโt do this anymore.ย
He isnโt thinking when he leans forward, sandwiching you between himself and Mingi as his fingers grab his cheeks, thereโs no patience in the way Yunho kisses him, no softness, itโs all hunger and relief and driven by every single thought heโs had today. He says each one with each lick into Mingiโs mouth, he hopes he can feel it, the guilt, the fear, the ease he feels just by tasting the whiskey on his tongue.
โOh my god,โ he hears you whisper, it goes one ear and out the other as Mingi groans into his mouth, it goes straight to his cock. He feels you slip from between them as Mingiโs hands find his hair, his hands slide to Mingiโs neck, their chests pressed together like they couldnโt be close enough.
โI love you,โ Yunho breaks the kiss only to say the three words into his mouth and he moans. Between kisses, he holds him close, โIโm sorry, Iโm sorry, I fucking love you.โ
โTheyโre watching,โ youโre tugging on his arm, panic ebbed in your tone. โYun, theyโre watching you. They can see you.โย
He pulls away from Mingi to turn to you, your eyes wide with fear, lips parted, eyes bouncing back and forth between Yunho and what he can only assume is all of your friends. He doesnโt care. Thereโs no shame, thereโs no denial, thereโs nothing inside him that could stop him from grabbing you by the waist, throwing the other in your hair, and pressing his lips to yours. He breaks it only to murmur, โLet them see.โ
Youโre stiff for just a second before melting into him, his kisses softer than those with Mingi, more controlled, like kissing Mingi took the edge off his impulse. โI love you,โ he whispers into your mouth. โI donโt give a fuck if they see me kissing you, youโre mine.โ
You hook your leg over his thigh, palms on his cheeks, relief flooding you. You tilt your head to the side, smirking, โYou couldnโt have said that yesterday?โย
โIโm sorry.โ
โStop speaking,โ your fingers tighten in his hair. โYour mouth gets you in trouble. Take us home.โ
Your friend group watches Yunho guide you both through the club with wide eyes and parted lips, you donโt spare them a glance as you and Mingi trail behind Yunho like dogs to their owner. The Escalades are still parked out front, a few words from Yunho to the driver and heโs opening the door to the backseat for you and Mingi, ushering you inside.ย
You stole Yunhoโs mouth the entire drive, Mingi settling for his neck, the skin on his chest, more with every button he ripped apart. You didnโt speak, you didnโt need to, youโd said everything on the dance floor, specifics could come later. The only thing left was consummation, which was the only thing on your mind as you nearly sprinted through the front door, almost tripping on your feet on the climb upstairs.ย
โCareful,โ Yunho said from behind you when youโd taken two steps at a time, but he couldnโt hold in his laughter, amused at your impatience. You ignored him, forgoing an answer to instead steal his lips once more when you reached the top of the steps.ย
His hands found your hips, tongue pushing through your lips, you felt Mingiโs palms a steady wait on top of Yunhoโs as he backed you into your room, then closed the door behind you. You broke away to untie your dress behind your neck, just for Mingi to trade places with you, stealing Yunhoโs mouth.ย
โBed,โ you said into the air, and watched as they tripped over each other, stepping in each otherโs line of direction as they backed closer, closer, and closer to the bed. Mingi fell backwards, Yunhoโs hands flying for his belt.
You kissed your boyfriend, who hummed when your lips met his. โTequila.โ
โTastes good, right?โ You smile into the kiss, dress riding up your thighs, body bent over completely to keep your mouth on his.ย
You can hear Mingiโs pants hit the floor, grabbing your attention. Yunho has his shirt off, Mingiโs briefs discarded. Yunhoโs eyes, always cool and collected, are wide, crazed; sparkling with the moonlight that makes a puddle of white at the balcony door, casting the room in a hue of midnight.
Reality settles, and itโs heavy. Drunk you may be, but not drunk enough to not be wondering whatโs going through his mind. โHey,โ you offer. His eyes meet yours, charcoal, swirling with moonlight, not quite steady. Your lips curve, โI love you.โ
His bare shoulders settle, ease washing over him. He leans over Mingiโs legs, two hands cupping your cheeks as he kisses you deeply, speaking into your mouth, โI love you, too.โ
โHoly shit,โ you mumble into his mouth, making him giggle right back. He giggled.ย
He loves you. He fucking loves you.ย
Mingi reaches for your legs, pulling one over his chest, youโre absent-minded as Yunho keeps his tongue tangled with yours. He pushes your dress up over your hips, holding it up over your waist, and pulls you down to meet his awaiting tongue.
You gasp out a moan as Mingi groans, bare hips bucking against Yunho who was still leaning over him. Yunho leans back, eyes darkening as he takes in the sight, your hips already rolling against Mingiโs tongue.
โFuck,โ Yunho sighs, grabbing his length through his pants, his grip tight like he was pacing his own pleasure. Like seeing you with Mingi mightโve very well brought him closer than he should have been.
Mingiโs arms hook around your thighs, tongue poking out to let your hips rock against it, allowing you to set your own pace, to use him however you want. You waste no time setting a brutal pace, whimpering as his flexed tongue rolls over your clit, as your hips rock back onto his nose. Fingers curling into your skin, searing where they held you, no doubt leaving oval shapes behind, the sting only makes you grind against him harder.
Yunhoโs fingers find his button, his zipper, his eyes zeroed in on the sight before him like he couldnโt rip his eyes away if he tried. Indents of strain dimple the space above his brows, just a slight furrow, his hand finds his length again over his briefs, running his flat palm over his hard cock, a moan tumbling off his tongue.ย
Your eyes flare. โGโna cum just like that? Watching?โ
Yunhoโs lips part. โCould, if I wanted to.โ
You find the hem of your dress at your waist, pulling the thin fabric over your head in one quick motion. Still rocking your hips, abdomen flexed, breasts falling at your chest, Yunho groans.ย
โFuck,โ he curses under his breath. You hiss when Mingiโs nose catches on your entrance. Yunhoโs eyes sink down to where Mingiโs tongue swallows your folds, how it blankets over your core, swiping through, spit sliding down the sides of his mouth. His hand picks up speed over his briefs, hips bucking into his own hand, chest rising and falling heavily, โI might.โ
You lean forward, holding Yunhoโs eye, moaning as Mingiโs tongue curls inside you. You take Mingiโs length in one hand, the other pressed on his chest, and Mingiโs hips jerk into your hand immediately, a sharp grunt vibrating your thighs.ย
Mingiโs knees spread, hips bucking off the bed, feet finding the edge of the bed, legs lifting just to spread wider. You keep your eyes on Yunho, voice a husky whisper, โJoin.โ
As if you were a siren, his body pulls him forward, his hand leaving his cotton-covered cock just to wrap around Mingiโs, his hand fitting perfectly right above yours. Mingiโs palms wrapped around your thighs keep your hips moving as you and Yunho pump his length, one-handed, your eyes never once leaving each other.
โFuck him,โ you nearly whisper, your voice still husky, coated in arousal. โPush his legs up to his chest and fuck him. I have his mouth.โ
Yunho gasps, and it would have been silent if you werenโt so close. His face twinges, a jerk of a reaction, like he wasnโt used to someone giving him orders. But his hands find Mingiโs knees, the underside of them, pushing them upward. He leans toward you, taking your lips in his, and as his tongue pushes into your mouth you know itโs claiming. Steadying. Reminding you who he is, who he is to you.ย
Yunhoโs hand disappears between Mingiโs legs, earning a shattered moan spat into your core, you smile through the sound that rips from your chest. Rocking your hips again, sitting up straight once more, Mingiโs fingers singe your thighs, each fingertip like iron soaked in fire.
Mingiโs heels find the bed, cock twitching against his abdomen, leaking all over the stretch of skin beneath his belly button. The skin of your thighs gathers between his fingers, but you rock yourself through it, the pain mixed with the pleasure better than any cocktail youโve had tonight.
Your head tips back as Yunho preps him, listening to Mingi curse into your folds, whining and whimpering but giving your clit the most attention of all. โSโgood, Mingi,โ you moan out, reaching behind you to run your fingers through his hair, sounding utterly dazed. โMm, I love you.โ
You barely hear him say it back, his voice lagged, muffled by a mouth full of you, head no doubt fuzzy from Yunho knuckle deep in his ass. You bring your eyes back to the older man whoโs focused, taking his time opening him up, prepping him for his cock that neither of you can ever really be prepped for.
โMakinโ a mess, Min,โ Yunho comments, finally noticing the painting the younger man made on his own skin. Droplets of pre, ropes that dripped down his sides, Mingi moaned in response. Yunho pushes his legs up, you catch them, palms splayed over his knees, holding him spread.
ย Beautiful, watching Mingi suck in every single inch. Beautiful, watching Yunho fight every fucking instinct to cum as soon as he bottomed out. It ignited the fire in your gut like you were the one Yunho was splitting open; a harsh moan pushing past your lips, clit throbbing against Mingiโs unmoving tongue. At least he stuck it out, you thought as your hips bucked against him, grinding harshly against the muscle he wanted you to use for your own pleasure.
When Yunho started moving, when Mingi started moaning like nothing has ever felt this good in his life, you could feel it like a phantom limb; brows furrowing, moans growing in pitch, watching your boyfriend fuck your other boyfriend brought you right to the edge.
โShitโฆ shit,โ you moaned, your fingers finding your nipples, pinching, twisting. Hips bucking rapidly, watching Yunhoโs abdomen flex as his hips rolled into Mingiโs ass, you neared so close you could taste it. โGonna cum, Yun, gonna c-cumโโ
โWait,โ he ground out, his voice ragged and harsh like he was nearing the brink himself. It made your eyes dart to him, he always lasted, heโs never cum this quickly. Ever. His grin is lazy, his head tipped backward, sweat kissing his moonlight-kissed skin, he utters, โBeen waitingโ for this, t-to tell you how I feel.โ His chin dips, eyes squeezing shut, โFuck.โ
You understood then, that his release was so much more.
โLet me cum,โ you urged. โLet me, want to watch you.โ
Yunhoโs eyes met yours, and agreement shone in the subtle spark of white dancing in charcoal. He leaned forward, wrapping his fingers around your neck, tugging you toward him to crash your lips onto his, shoving his tongue into your mouth, tasting the orgasm that washed over you as soon as you met.
Mingiโs grip rocked you through it, a sob leaving your throat, lips unmoving against Yunhoโs. Whispering into your mouth, he uttered, โI love you.โ
You couldnโt answer. You couldnโt do anything but roll off Mingiโs face, the younger man gasping for a breath, reaching his arms upward for Yunho. Yunhoโs hips didnโt falter as he leaned down, as he pushed Mingi up the bed, crawling onto it himself. Head in the pillows, utterly dazed, lovesick and spent, you watched Yunho take Mingi for everything heโs worth.
Mingi sobbed, hands in Yunhoโs hair, muttering I love you over and over again like he couldnโt believe he could say it. Yunhoโs hips snapped against his, responding every fucking time Mingi said it, not missing a single time it passed through his lips.ย
And it occurred to you then, that they were yours. Both of them, finally, for real this time, they were completely yours. So beautiful together, their bodies molding perfectly, lips touching, speaking, not kissing; Mingiโs hands in Yunhoโs hair, Yunho cradling Mingiโs cheeks.
You didnโt feel the tears on your cheeks until Mingi spilled onto his stomach, blurry eyes darting to where it dribbled down his side. They didnโt notice until after Yunho emptied himself inside Mingi, when the smack of hips became a sound of slick movement, and their heads turned to yours.
Mingiโs face, fucked-out turned to concerned. Brows bent, lips pouting, he scrounged to sit up on his elbows, โWhatโs wrong?โ
You shook your head, wiping under your eyes. โI just love you, both of you. Thatโs all.โ
Yunho crawled over to you, a warm smile on his lips as he split your knees, placing a cupped palm on your cheek before he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Wiping your tears, he murmured, โIโm sorry for all the shit I put you through this weekend.โ
You sniffed, โIโm justโฆ still a little drunk, you donโt need to console me. I know youโre sorry.โ
After cleaning himself up quickly, Mingi curled up to your other side, pressing his lips into your bicep. The two of them watched you like hawks, taking in every micro-expression on your face.
โIโm fine,โ you reiterated with a small laugh. โI swear, Iโm just emotional. It was an emotional weekend.โ
Yunhoโs face drooped with guilt. โIโm sorry it took me so long to get my shit together. I didnโt mean anything I said to youโโ
Your palms found his cheeks, guiding him down, cutting him off by pressing your lips against his. โI know,โ you whispered, eyes opening to look into his. โI know how you feel, I knew the whole time. Iโm proud of you.โ
His lips quivered. Your smile grows, โNow why are you getting emotional?โ
โBecause Iโve been searching for this for so fucking long,โ he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. โSearching for you, both of you,โ his eyes find Mingi, โin everyone.โ
โSearch is over,โ Mingi rolls on his back, eyes playful, lips pinned up on one side. He looks at Yunho with barely a turn of his head, โShould we throw a party?โ
Yunho snorts, pressing another kiss to your lips before throwing your leg over his body, collapsing on your other side. After a moment, he adds, โIโve never felt more like myself than when Iโm with you.โ
Both yours and Mingiโs heads turn to him, listening. Yunhoโs head angles toward you, but he doesnโt look as he continues, โI think itโs why Iโve never settled down. Nothing ever felt right, not until that first night with you both. I mean, after that, I never really left.โ
โYou tried,โ you add with a grin.
Yunho looks at you just to roll his eyes. โItโs scary knowing the best thing that could ever happen to you is happening to you. I fucked it up before I even had the chance to fuck it up.โ
โNo you didnโt,โ Mingi counters with a shake of his head. โYouโre here, weโre here. Everything happened the way it was supposed to.โ
Yunhoโs quiet for a moment. โThank you for letting me figure it out. For not abandoning me when I gave you every reason to.โ
Before tears have the chance to fill your waterline again, you wrap yourself around him, literally climbing on top of him to attach yourself to him. Whispering into his neck, you say, โThatโs what you do when you love someone.โ
โAnd we love you very, very much,โ Mingi adds, already cuddled up to Yunhoโs side.
Yunho presses his lips to yours, a short, sweet kiss. Then turns to Mingi, pressing another short, sweet kiss to his lips. โAnd I love you both very, very much, too.โ
title: the captain's problem
pairing: kim hongjoong x fem!reader
genre: enemies to lovers (?) idk girl they messy, pirates AU, smut with some plot (mdni!)
word count: 5.3k
warnings: graphic sexual scenes, explicit language, rough sex, a little bit of violence, pet names (sweetheart, baby), blood (not anything major), weapon use, choking, hair pulling, biting, elements of dom and sub, p in v, public sex, rough sex, oral (m!rec), gun/knife play, a tiny bit of cum play(?)/ lmk if i missed any!
author's note: lowkey made a proper tumblr account just to post this LMAO. it's my first time writing anything since highschool and the first time i've dabbled in writing smut. longtime smut reader, first time writer AHHH. i got inspired after seeing @norixseaweed 's post on an enemies to lovers type situation for ateez so i thought to give it a shot! lowkey went off script from their original idea but i had lots of fun with this hehe :3
The sea was a wicked, bottomless dream. The salt stung the air as battered sails strained against the wind, pulling forth the ship like a beast unleashed. You stood at the helm, eyes dark and burning with irreverence, a captain amid her empire of waves. Captain of this ramshackle crew, you wore your notoriety like a second skin, snug and indomitable. Your laughter was the sound of glass breakingโsharp, reckless, piercing through the clamour of a hundred men who yearned to be a thousand. They sang their defiance against the horizon, a discordant anthem to rival the gods. Somewhere beyond the mist, you knew they waitedโthe crew that haunted your dreams.ย
The Ateez Pirates.
Their black flags with crimson insignia had become your obsession, your most delicious torment.
"Captain," your first mate called, breaking your reverie. "We've spotted them. Just as you predicted, anchored in the cove."
A slow wicked smile spread across your face, the kind that made even your most hardened crew members exchange nervous glances. They didn't understand your fixation, this relentless pursuit. They attributed it to rivalry, to your legendary stubbornness. None suspected the fire that ignited within each time you caught sight of the enemy captain through the spyglass.
"Prepare our crew," you commanded, your voice carrying across the deck like thunder. "We attack at nightfall."
Your quartermaster raised an eyebrow. "This is the third time this month we've crossed paths with them. Some might think you're hunting them specifically."
"Some might be wise to hold their tongue," you replied, but there was no real malice in your voice. You turned your back to hide the flush creeping up your neck.
The truth burned within you like rum in your stomach. Captain Hongjoong had become your most exquisite fixation and torture. You had first seen him up close six months ago during a skirmish that ended in stalemate. While both of your crews battled, you and hongjoong swords had locked, bringing them face to face. At that moment, something shifted. His eyes, fierce and knowing, had pierced through your defenses. His lips had curved into a challenging smile that haunted your waking thoughts.
Below deck, you unrolled the maps that you had stolen from a merchant vessel. The charts were merely an excuse. What you sought was the pattern of their movements, the whispered rumours of their next port. You had become an expert in anticipating their course, engineering these "chance" encounters that left your own crew baffled and his increasingly irritated.
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The first time Captain Hongjoong hears your name, itโs because you ruin a perfectly planned raid. Weeks of preparation. Merchant routes tracked. Storm currents calculated down to the hour. He and his crew finally intercept the fleet at sunrise. Only to findโฆ Nothing. The cargo isnโt sunk. It isnโt lost in battle. Itโs simply gone. In its place, drifting lazily across the water, is a ship with black sails and a very familiar flag. Your ship. Youโre leaning against the railing when Hongjoong and his crew boards. Boots hitting your deck with purpose.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The sound carries over crashing waves and the creak of strained wood. Grappling hooks latch onto your railings with a sharp clank, ropes pulled tight as his crew begins pouring onto your ship behind him.You donโt move. Your sword hangs loosely in your hand, the blade angled lazily toward the deck. Your thumb runs absentmindedly along the guard, spinning the hilt. The metal hums softly each time it turns in your grip.
Your eyes arenโt even on him at first.
Youโre staring at the blade instead, watching sunlight catch along the edge while pirates shout around you. Steel clashes somewhere behind him. Only when his boots stop a few paces away do you finally look up. His sword is already drawn and he looks furious.
You smile, โCaptain,โ Your voice carries easily across the deck despite the chaos.
Hongjoongโs jaw tightens immediately, โYou stole my cargo.โ
You tilt your head, the motion slow and deliberate, โDid I?โ
โMy crew tracked that fleet for two weeks. You interfered with my raid,โ His voice comes booms out but you just shrug.ย
Hongjoong exhales sharply through his nose, clearly not buying it for a second. His grip tightens around his sword as he points the blade toward you.
โCoincidence?โ he repeats.
His boots step closer across the deck until heโs only a few paces away. โYou expect me to believe you just happened to arrive at the exact same merchant fleet Iโve been tracking for two weeks?โ
You glance lazily at the blade hovering in your direction.
โStrange how the sea works sometimes.โ
A muscle jumps in his jaw, โYou should know not to mess with me or my crew.โ
You smile wider. The sword lifts slightly higher, the tip now hovering near your chest.
โI should run you through right here,โ Hongjoong says coldly. โEnd this little rivalry before you sabotage anything else I plan.โ
Your grin only widens. You laugh.
โYou could try.โ
Your gaze drifts over his shoulder, eyeing the pirates gathered behind him. Slowly. Deliberately. You wink at Seonghwa.
โLetโs see how that works out for you and yourโฆ crew.โ
The wind tugs at the sails overhead. Ropes creak as the ships shift against one another.
Hongjoongโs eyes narrow down at you, โYou think this is a joke?โ
You lean back against the railing, folding your arms like he hasnโt just threatened your life.
โI think youโre very dramatic.โ
His eye twitches.
โYou are insufferable.โ
You push off the railing and step closer. Close enough that he can clearly see the glint of amusement in your eyes.
โAnd yet, you keep coming back.โ
For a moment, neither of you move. Steel clashes around you. Pirates shout. Boots scrape across the deck. But right hereโthe air feels heavier. Hongjoong finally exhales in defeat laced in frustration.
โNext time we meet,โ he says quietly, โI wonโt be so patient.โ
You smile like thatโs the best news youโve heard all day.
โGood.โ
He turns abruptly, coat snapping behind him as he whistles sharply to his crew.
โWeโre leaving.โ
Several of his men blink in confusion.
โAye? What do you meanโโ
โNow.โ
A chorus of 'aye aye's' are heard before grappling hooks are pulled loose. Ropes whip back across the gap between the ships as his crew retreats. Hongjoong jumps back onto his own deck without looking at you again. You lean against the railing, watching them pull away.ย
Just before the distance grows too wide, you call out across the water.
โSee you soon, Hongjoong.โ
Your voice follows him across the waves and judging by the way his shoulders stiffenโyou know he heard you.
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Night fell across the water like black silk. You changed from your practical sailing attire into something that would catch the lightโand his eyes. Your reputation as a merciless captain was well-earned, but tonight you were a woman with a different kind of conquest in mind.
"You're playing a dangerous game," your first mate warned as your crew prepared to board.
You laughed, checking the pistol at your hip. "Danger is the only game worth playing."
What your crew couldn't see was how your heart thundered against your ribs, how your skin tingled with anticipation. You would never admit, even to yourself, how many nights you had lain awake imagining those strong hands that commanded his ship doing entirely different things. How many times you had wondered if his lips tasted of salt and rum. How desperately you wanted to hear him sinning in your ear.
As the two ships drew closer in the moonlight, you could feel the familiar flutter in your stomach, that delicious tension between hatred and desire. Your crew moved with practiced efficiency, preparing grappling hooks and boarding planks, but your eyes remained fixed on the silhouette visible on the opposite deck.
Hongjoong stood tall at his helm, his black and silver coat catching the torchlight like flickering flames against the night. He had spotted your ship long before you made a moveโthis much was clear from the battle-ready formation of his men. What you couldn't know was how his pulse quickened at the sight of your flag, how his fingers tightened around his sword hilt not entirely from battle-readiness.
"They're expecting us this time, Captain," your quartermaster warned, voice low with concern.
"Of course they are," you replied, the corner of your mouth lifting in satisfaction. "He's finally learning."
The first cannon blast split the night air, a warning shot from them that sprayed water mere yards from their bow. Your crew tensed, but you merely laughed, the sound carrying across the water. You knew it would reach him. Hongjoong heard that laugh and felt something stir deep within himโa mixture of frustration and something far more dangerous. His first mate Seonghwa approached, expression grim.
"That's the third time she's found us this month. This is becoming more than coincidence."
"She's relentless," Hongjoong agreed, burrowing his brows in frustration. "And predictable."
What Hongjoong didn't reveal was how he had begun to anticipate these so called โchanceโ encounters, how he had started to recognize the patterns in your attacks. How sometimes he deliberately chose routes he knew you might discover. The game between them had evolved beyond mere piracy.
The ships collided with a groaning of wood, and chaos erupted. Steel flashed in the moonlight as pirates leapt between vessels. You carved your path through the melee with singular purpose, dispatching Hongjoong's crew with efficient but non-lethal blows. You werenโt here for bloodshed tonight. Boots pounded against the deck as the battle surged around you. A blade came swinging from your leftโclangโyou caught it mid-strike, twisting your wrist and shoving the attacker off balance before sweeping his legs from beneath him. He hit the deck with a heavy thud, his weapon skidding away across the wood.
Another pirate rushed forward. You ducked beneath the swing, the wind of it brushing your hair as your sword knocked him aside with a sharp ring of steel. The ships groaned against one another, ropes snapping overhead as bodies clashed in tight quarters. You moved through it like waterโdodging, disarming, pushing opponents aside. Your eyes were fixed on one person, Hongjoong. When you finally cornered him near his quarters, you were both breathing hard, sweat glistening against the moonlight.ย
"We meet again, Captain," he said, his voice like rough velvet. "I'm beginning to think you enjoy my company."
"Don't flatter yourself," you shot back, circling him slowly. "Perhaps I simply enjoy watching you lose."
His laugh was deep and knowing, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. "Is that what's happening here? Because from where I stand, you seem rather... distracted."
He wasn't wrong. The way his shirt clung to his chest, damp with exertion, was indeed distracting. The way his dark eyes held yours with equal parts challenge and heat made it difficult to remember why you had drawn your sword in the first place.
Hongjoong noticed your momentary lapse and seized it, closing the distance between the two of you in one swift move. Your blades met with a metallic kiss, bringing your faces inches apart. He could smell the jasmine oil in your hair and even the rapid pulse at your throat.
"Tell me the real reason you hunt me across these seas," he demanded, his voice dropping to a whisper meant only for you.
Around them, the battle continued, but you and hongjoong had created your own world in this narrow corridor, locked in a private dance of attraction and denial. Neither willing to admit what was becoming increasingly obvious to both.
"Perhaps I simply want one thing" you replied, your breath hot against his cheek.
"And what might that be?" His free hand boldly caught your wrist, thumb pressing against your racing pulse.
The tension between them crackled like lightning before a storm. Both of you knew as you stood at a precipice, carefully maintained enmity threatening to transform into something far more complicated, far more consuming. You shoved him back with a twist, blade flashing; but instead of retreating, he pressed closer. The steel found the hollow at his jaw, dimpling the tanned skin there. A single ruby droplet welled up, trembling against the metal. His lips parted, eyes darkening as he leaned into your blade rather than away.ย
"Will you do it?"ย
The ship pitched beneath your feet, wooden boards groaning as your free hand shot out to brace against the wall.ย
"I could," you whispered, not removing the blade but letting it slide teasingly along his jaw, leaving a thin scarlet trail in its wake. "But killing you would end our little game too soon."
His eyes narrowed, hand suddenly shooting up to grasp your wrist. With a single violent motion, he grabbed your arm making you drop your blade, putting you in a compromising position. Now it was his blade pressing against your throat, your back against the wall, his breath hot against your ear.
"Game?" Hongjoong snarled, pressing closer until your bodies aligned from chest to thigh. "You've sabotaged three major raids, stolen a royal bounty from under my nose, and sunk one of my supply vessels. You call that a game?"
You laughed a breathless, throaty sound that made his grip tighten reflexively. "And alas here you are, not killing me either."
"I want answers first. Why do you hunt me? What do you truly want?"
The ship lurched again in the rough waters, forcing him to brace his free hand against the wall beside your head. Your eyes locked with his, and something electric passed between you. Without breaking his gaze, your fingers moved to the front of his breeches, working at the laces.
"What are youโ" His voice caught as understanding dawned.
"Isn't it obvious, Captain?" You smiled, all predatory hunger now that your true intentions were laid bare. "I want you."
His expression shifted from confusion to disbelief as your hand slipped inside the loosened fabric. Hongjoong's sword arm faltered, the blade hitting the floor with a loud thud. Instead, his hand came around to grip your throat as he claimed you with bruising force. The line between enemy and lover dissolved completely as you matched his ferocity with your own, neither willing to fully surrender.
With his other hand, he reached for his pistol. Pressing the cold barrel of the pistol against your cheek, you turned your head to run your tongue along the metal, feeling him shudder against you.
"Gods, what on earth are you?" he breathed, equal parts horrified and entranced.
"Your match," you gasped as he drove deeper, the edge of pain making the pleasure sharper, more acute.ย
"My match," Hongjoong repeated, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "We'll see about that."
Hongjoong pulled you away from the wall, dragging you into his private quarters as he slammed the door behind him. Without another word, you sank to your knees before him, the wooden planks rough against your skin. His eyes widened as your fingers deftly worked his breeches open. Pulling down any remaining fabric revealing his thick cock standing tall. You salivated instantly, mouth watering fast you had to swallow hard.
โYouโre so big, captain,โ you cooโd.ย
His words choked off as you speared him with defiant eyes, your tongue darting out as you slapped his tip on your tongueโlicking the salt from his skin like a wildcat tasting blood. Your tongue traced the throbbing vein from the base to his angry hot tip with excruciating slowness, his sharp intake of breath a symphony to your ears.ย
The legendary captain, scourge of the seven seas, was struck dumb as you engulfed him, inch by agonizing inch, your lips a tight, wet vice. His hands hovered, then grasped your hair, not guiding but clutching at you like a drowning man.
"I've dreamed of tasting you," you mumbled, breath scorching his flesh before consuming him deeper, feeling him throb against your tongue.ย
A strangled sound tore from his throatโhalf curse, half supplication. His fingers tightened, hips jerking forward as you hollowed your cheeks, creating a vacuum that threatened to pull him apart. You took him to the hilt, swallowing around him, feeling his thighs quake against your palms.
"F-fuck you," he groaned, pain lacing his voice as his grip turned brutal. "You think you can ruin me like this?"
Your response was to take him deeper still, your nose pressing against him, hands gripping his thighs like a lifeline. The vibration of your soft moan around him sent him into violent shudders.
You took him deep again sucking faster around his warm cock, gagging as he hit the back of your throat. His hips jerked forwardโonce, twiceโshallow, helpless thrusts into your throat. A choked groan finally escaped, immediately cut off as he bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste blood. Hand fisted tighter in your hair, not pulling you off but pushing you down. You moaned around him, vibrating again. His thighs shook. Abs clenched so hard the buttons on his shirt strained.ย
โFuckโโ The word slipped outโbarely audible, as he came, pulsing down your throat in hot thick heavy spurts.ย
You swallowed greedilyโevery dropโwhile he shuddered above you, silent except for the harsh, uneven breathing he couldnโt quite control. When it finally stopped, Hongjoong wrenched you up by your hair, a primal satisfaction gleaming in his eyes at your gasp. He slammed you against the map table, navigation tools clattering to the floor in a chaotic symphony.
"No one," he hissed, face inches from yours, "makes me lose control."
He shoved you onto the table, the cold wood biting into your feverish skin. Before you could breathe, he was on you, tearing at your clothing and undergarments, the fabric shredding like tissue under his hands.
"Is this what you wanted, hm?" he demanded, pinning your wrists with one hand, the other tracing down your exposed throat like a blade. "To reduce me to this?"
You laughed, a sound that mocked his very soul. "Captain Hongjoong, undone by a womanโs mouth. How the mighty fall."
His eyes turned black with fury. He drew his pistol, the warm metal pressing against your lips hard enough to bruise.ย
"Perhaps I should silence that clever mouth permanently," he threatened.
You parted your lips, tongue darting out to lick the length of the barrel, tasting metal and death. You took the tip into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you had done moments before on his cock.
Hongjoong's expression morphed from rage to lust. "Just what kind of succubus are you?"
You released the gun with a wet pop. "Not a succubus, I'm just a pirate who knows what she wants."
"Gods help me," he muttered, holstering the weapon before seizing your throat. His thumb pressed against your pulse point as he positioned himself between your legs, spreading them wide.ย
"I'm going to make you regret playing this game with me."ย
With a huff, he spits on his hand and coats his cockโalready sheen from your saliva and his release. He taps his cock against your stomach, a smirk lingering on his lips. It excites him to see the way his tip reaches up so far, heโs certain that youโll be so full of him.ย ย
Hongjoong pushes your legs close to your chest, lining himself up with your dripping cunt. Your eyes closely watching him, breath shaking with anticipation. He fists his cock and guides it to your hole, he feels you clenching around nothingโalmost desperate to take him in. He finally pushes in, you softly whimper at the contact.ย
Although he would never say it to your face, Honjoong loves how feisty and sharp you are. Your quick wit, clever remarks and the way you can outsmart a tavern full of seasoned pirates was always fascinating to him. Sure it fucked with his missions and left his crew in shambles but thats what made you so dangerous.ย
โWhat happened, sweetheart? He murmurs as he fucked you rough and hard into the table, each thrust was urgent and fuelled by desire. โWhereโd my silver tongue captain go?โย
โF-fuck you Hongjoong,โ your voice cracks, unable to keep the confident and dominant illusion.ย
โThere she is.โย
You feel his weight on top of you, the way heโs pinning you down against the table. His hips pistoning into you as he sinks deeper and deeper. Every inch of his cock stretches you out wide, the burn mixing in with the sweet sensation makes your eyes roll back. Your hands claw at his back, nails digging into his scarred skin, youโre certain that even through his shirt itโll leave marks.ย
Hongjoong doesnโt even flinch, he just growls low in his throat, pushing harder making sure that youโre stuffed full until thereโs physically no space left between the two of you. The table creaked beneath you, maps tearing under your sweat-slicked bodies. Hongjoong's hand remained at your throat, tightening each time you dared to match his pace or take control. You bit his shoulder hard enough to draw blood when he drove into you with particular force. He retaliated by flipping you onto your stomach, one hand pressing your face against the wood while the other gripped your hip hard enough to leave fingerprints.
โIโm the only one across the seas that can make you feel this good, yโhear me?โ Each word was a thrust that sent the table sliding across the floor.ย
You underestimated him. Hongjoong's cock was a weapon, tearing you apart, but you gave no quarter, answering every savage thrust with a spine-tingling gasp that was equal parts defiance and reckless invitation. Your brain wants to argue, but any argument dies on your tongueโreplaced by your loud moans and whimpers.ย
It was so obscene, so utterly perfect.
The world beyond the cabin ceased to existโthere was only the wet slap of flesh, the bite of his fingers digging into your hips, the splintering screech of wood under your bodies. Your breath came ragged, each exhale a declaration of defiance. Every sound you made was a gauntlet thrown, daring him to break his resolve.
Hongjoong leaned in until his chest smothered your back, sweat soaking the linen and searing through it. His teeth grazed your ear, lips catching the curve as he snarled.ย
"Say it," he whispered, voice hoarse from effort and fury. "Say that youโre mine andโshitโonly I can fuck you like this."ย
โMmmh fuck hongjoong, o-only youโ can fuck me this good, holy shit!โย
โFuck I need to see this, need to see you baby,โ he groans out.ย
He loosens his grip on your throat as he slides his hands to your waist. He pulls out for a moment as he flips you back onto your back, both of you harmonising in moans at the loss of him inside you.ย
Without any hesitation he slams back into your tight hold, you scream out strings of curses that would shame you away from the heavens above. Your body arches up into him even though the sensation makes you want to squirm away from his grasp. You clench even tighter around him; your thighs braced and shaking, hips rising to meet him, hungry for the punishment he meant as domination. The plap plap plap of wet, sticky skin echoing in the room. His cock drags along your walls so perfectly it makes your vision blur. All you can feel is him, heโs buried so deep in you hitting your sweet spot again and again. A pathetic whimper escapes your lips, broken and needy for him.
Hongjoong notices his effect on you almost immediately. His hand reaches down and cups one of your tits. He groans as he pinches and toys with your hardened nipples, his hand kneading the surface. Then he himself dips down and takes your other tit in his mouth, his tongue swirling around your nippleโa cry escapes your lips as the stimulation from his cock and mouth drives you crazy.
He pulls away from your tit and kisses you hard, teeth clashing and fighting for dominance. He bites down on your lower lip, an easy distraction to let his tongue freely explore your mouth. His fingers find their way back up to your head as they tangle themselves roughly in your hair, yanking your head back with just the right amount of force to make you gasp.ย
โLook at me,โ he rasps, voice raspy as if heโs fighting through something brutal.ย
His grip tightens as he holds you steady as your eyes lock on with his. Your pupils are blown out, wide, dark filled with lust. He watches it happen in real time, he watches the desire take over your eyes until itโs just a hazy stare reflecting back at him. Hongjoongโs face twists, his brows furrowed deeply and his jaw so tightly clenched you can see the vein pop out in his neck. His eyes half lidded and beads of sweat trickle down his forehead, a sign of his hard work of fucking the attitude out of you. His breaths sound more and more ragged.
โFuck thatโs it,โ he moans, the word dragging out low.ย
The way his cock drills into you over and over, you feel the familiar feeling tighten in your stomach.ย
โHongjoongโfuck โm so close, โm gonna cum p-please,โ you whimper.
His free hand digs into your hips, leaving bruises in its wake as he slams down harder and harderโchasing his release as well as your own.ย
โYou want to cum for me baby?โ He mumbles in between his delicious thrusts, "Gonna cum all over my cock, hm?" you nod frantically.
You see it in his eyes, bliss mixed with strain, you knew he couldnโt hold it in any longer. The way his pupils dilate as he looks at the treasure laid out so beautifully before him. His sounds get louder, groans get deeper, guttural moans vibrate through his body right down to yours.ย
โShit! โM cumming joongie,โ you whined as you reached your peak.
โFuck.. your taking me so well,โ he hisses, his voice about to shatter.ย
The hand at your throat tightened until your vision tunnelled, the other toying with your sensitive bud with merciless precision. His face contorts, eyes squeezing shut as the feeling of your warm cum coat his cock becomes too much for him. He timed it so you both reached the breaking point together, your body bucking in tandem with his, the world going white behind your eyes, convulsing around him. He emptied his hot and thick release into your sopping cunt with a curse, hips snapping as if the force could embed you into the wood forever. He doesnโt stop moving, he moves slower now chasing and riding out his high. Your body trembles with him overstimulating all of your senses.ย
Outside, the sounds of battle had mysteriously quieted. The unmistakable rhythmic thumping against the cabin wall had drawn attention from both crews. First one pirate, then another lowered their weapons, heads tilting toward the captain's quarters.ย
"Is that...?" Seonghwa whispered, eyes widening.
Your first mate coughed awkwardly, sheathing her sword. "Perhaps we should... give them some privacy."
But no one moved away. The sounds coming from within the cabin were too captivatingโyour cries mingling with Hongjoong's groans, punctuated by the crash of furniture and breaking glass. Inside, oblivious to your audience, you finally surrendered not in defeat, but in mutual conquest.
When it was over, Hongjoong held you caged against his chest, both of you panting, sweat and blood mingling on each other. You could feel the mess between your legs, the sticky evidence of his possession. He pulls out of you and you moan at the emptiness while he groans at the sight of both of your cum leaking out of your pussy. He takes a finger and scoops the remainder back into your cunt, you try to swat his hand away but he grabs your wrist in protest.ย
โAsshole,โ you muttered.
For several moments, only the sound of ragged breathing filled the cabin, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. He surged forward, cupping your jaw with his hands as his lips found their way back to yours. This time his kiss was less violence than starvation, consuming you as though he could devour the insolence from your skin. You bit back and when he pulled away you were both bleeding anew. He pressed his forehead against yours, breath mingling, heartbeat a cannonade in his chest. He never thought that his enemy could so easily break his resolve.
"You are a crazy woman," he said, voice hoarse.
Before you could answer him, a sudden hush fell over the ship. Both of you froze, your bodies still pressed together, hearts hammering against each other's chests. The sounds of battle had ceased entirely. In their place came something else, the unmistakable awareness of listening ears.
"Did you hear that?" Hongjoong whispered against your neck, his breath hot on your skin.
You tilted your head, catching the distinct shuffle of feet outside the cabin door, the barely contained whispers. How long had the fighting stopped? How long had your crews been listening to the entirely different kind of battle raging within these walls?
"They're all out there," you breathed, a mix of horror and thrill washing over you. "our crews."
You straightened up and gathered what remained of your clothing and dressed yourself again then you turned to face him, letting him take the lead out of the room to find what chaos remained on board.
When you stepped onto the deck, you were both met with complete silence. Both crews stood frozen, weapons lowered, staring at you with expressions ranging from shock to poorly concealed amusement. Your hair was a tangled mess, your clothing hastily fastened, and a vivid mark bloomed on your neck and chest where Hongjoong's mouth had been. Hongjoong emerged behind you, equally disheveled. He cleared his throat, attempting to regain some semblance of captainly dignity.
The silence stretched for one heartbeat, twoโthen someone from your crew wolf-whistled. Another pirate began a slow, deliberate applause, quickly joined by others until both crews were hooting and cheering.
"Hey, thatโs enough!" Hongjoong barked, though his ears had turned noticeably red.
Your first mate stepped forward, shaking her head with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "Well, Captain, I suppose this explains the past six months of 'coincidental' encounters."
Beside you, Hongjoong straightened his collar, looking every bit the dignified captain despite the bite marks visible above his shirt.ย
"I trust this means hostilities between our crews are suspended?" he called out, his voice carrying across both ships.
More cheers answered him. Someone tossed a bottle of rum from one ship to the other. Another sailor began playing a fiddle. The battle had transformed into an impromptu celebration.
"Suspended," you agreed, turning to face him with narrowed eyes, "but not ended. Don't think this changes anything, Captain Hongjoong."
He caught your wrist as you turned to walk away, pulling you back against his chest.ย
"This changes everything," he murmured against your ear, low enough that only you could hear. "The next time I hunt you across these seas, it won't be for your ship."
You pulled away, maintaining your composure despite the heat blooming in your core at his words.ย
"Bold of you to assume you'll be the hunter and not the prey."
The festivities around you faded as you held each other's gaze, the promise of future encounters hanging between you like a physical thing. This was not surrenderโmerely a new battlefield, with different weapons and higher stakes.
Your quartermaster approached, breaking the tension. "Orders, Captain?"
You snapped back into reality, once again the fearsome pirate captain your crew knew and loved. "Prepare to cast off. We've wasted enough time with these bastard men."
Hongjoong's laugh followed you as you strode across the deck, your crew scrambling to obey. "Until next time, Captain," he called after you.
You didn't turn, but allowed yourself a small smile where he couldn't see it.ย
"Until next time," you whispered to yourself, already plotting your next encounter on the endless sea that had brought you together.
ยฉ w00yngie 2026 | do not steal, plagiarise, translate or feed my work to ai.
Hongjoong is so gentle with you at first, and tries his very best to have all the patience in the world while his dick only gets harder and leakier by the second.
He watches you through his long lashes, his eyelids are heavy with lust, never once breaking eye contact.
He finds it amusing how badly you want to please him. People would think you had been starving for days from the way you were trying to take him all at once, despite your only prior experience being sucking on his fingers.
"Be careful baby, you don't need to rush." He coos in the sweetest tone, his thick fingers tangled in your hair, occasionally giving your scalp a gentle tug.
The truth is, Hongjoong wishes he could rush you. There is nothing he wants more than to feel your salvia all over him while you pant for air because your mouth is too full. He likes it messy, he likes it sloppy, but he has to get you used to it first.
"open your mouth a little wider sweet girl..."
"you're d-doing so well princess...mmph"
"ah- not the tip yet- I'm sensitive.."
"you're so eager baby - fuck - you ... feel so good."
โplease.. keep going, just like tha- oh my god babyโ
โlook me in the eyes my love- Iโm close.. Iโm so closeโ
synopsis. what could possibly happen when an early morning practice leaves you stuck in a supply shed with your track star boyfriend, especially when your boyfriend is sweaty and desperate..
warnings: nsfw 18+, college au, bf!hongjoong. established relationship, porn w minimal plot, hj is a bit of a voyer.. public sex?? (in a shed..), unprotected piv, creampie, nicknames (baby, good girl), degrading, hj spanks reader like once, slightly mean dom! hj
wc. 2k
an. yoyoyo this is me clocking in to post a silly oneshot :b hope you all like it while i work on my proper fics <3 not proofread taglist: @renjinki aka neglecting wife @joongnoodle @matznana @kisssan
Early morning air fills your lungs, toying your skin as you sprint on the green field. shoes tied tight, youโre focused on the sharp movements of your football, bouncing on the surface of the grass.
the time on your watch ticks 6:30 am, only the company of yourself out here. well, except for hongjoong.
hongjoong was your boyfriend of two years, him being in the college track team as a captain, you being the football team captain. many early mornings find you out here on the college campus grounds, out on the fields practicing with ease. today was one of those days.
as you puck in your last goal for the morning, you huff out some air, brushing sweat off your forehead. turning over to your left, you spot hongjoong running circles on the field, body pumping adrenaline and energy. his short red hair is matted down by sweat- running down his neck too- mouth parted open.
catching your gaze, he averts his destination, making his way towards you with a grinning smile, flashing his pearly whites. you shake your head as he makes his way closer, arms opening wide for you.
โno! donโt even think about it!โ
โcโmon baby itโs just one hug!โ,
hongjoong chuckles, speeding up as you start to run away from his sweaty body. as sweaty as you are, you donโt want his sweat on you right now. hongjoong knows this well, but loves to be a tease.
hongjoongโs toned body is covered by a blue tracksuit jacket, with NO1 lettering in the back. he's also wearing matching shorts, showing off his muscular thighs. they're glistening in sweat, the early morning sun rays painting the skin.
you try to run away from him as fast as you can, rushing off the field into the sidelines. of course, hongjoong being such a great runner, he's not bothered at all. feet moving with swift movements, he's catching up to you in no time. quickly, in the corner of your eye you spot the old supply shed, and an idea forms.
as hongjoong chases behind you, you take a quick turn to the shed, hoping he won't catch up to you before then, leaving you time to close the door on him.
"catch me if you can!" you yelled back to him with a challenging grin. something sparkles in the corner of hongjoongs eye as he locks in on you.
"oh game-fucking-on."
with all your energy and spirit, your legs thrust forward to the shed, air messing with your hair as you move with quick ease. you arrive to the door in no time, turning back and flashing your tongue at hongjoong before slamming the door shut.
with a deep sigh, you sit down on the pile of gym mattresses on the ground, patting yourself on the back. then, the hammering comes on the door, and you can't help but chuckle.
but your amusement gets cut short, as the old wooden door creaks open, in flooding some light and a red head of hair. with that unmistakable laugh, hongjoong peeks in on you, like a devilish animal closing on its prey.
"so, about that hug hm?" you sigh, nodding with a light chuckle. it's fun playing games like this, works as extra practice too. hongjoong lends you a warm, slightly tired smile as he walks in on you. the door creaks loudly behind him, slipping closed.
sitting now next to you on the mattresses, hongjoongs other hand snakes its way around your waist, pulling you closer to him. the warmth of his skin burns against yours, the mutual sweat blending into one as hongjoongs both hands tuck you closer now. your hands automatically fly to his neck, tugging him closer to you by his nape.
what begun as a simple hug, became something else very quickly. hongjoongs hands travel down your body, tugging into the curve of your ass, lifting you to his lap. your hands tucked into his red hair, you pull him in for a wet kiss, pressing your tongues together like a seal. you couldnโt care less about getting sweaty anymore, the pure temperature of the shed making your skin burn.
โjoongie..โ you manage to whimper in the middle of your kisses. he grins against you, hands kneading your skin through your uniform shorts.
โ-what if someone sees-โ
โlet em, might as well have everyone see how youโre mine, how i take care of you, how wet i make youโ
โjoong!โ you push on his shoulder playfully, cheeks blazing as he starts to move you on his lap.
โitโs true though isnt it baby? or what are you saying youโre not wet right now hm?โ hongjoong always has a way with his words, twisting your buttons just the way you like it. hips moving against him, you feel yourself grow wetter at his words.
one hand pulling past the hem of your shorts, ghosting ontop of your clothed pussy, he continues;
โletโs see shall we?โ
without waiting for a response, hongjoongs fingers slip past your remaining clothes, two fingers now prodded against your soaked core. you feel yourself twitch in his arms, fingers tugging down on his hair for some control.
with ease, hongjoongs fingers find a familiar pattern on your pussy, circling your clit with just the right amount of pressure. your eyes wander from his body, back to the wooden door. hongjoong notices, his other hand gripping your jaw and spinning your gaze back to him.
โyou ought to relax baby, nobodys going to catch us. plus.. if they did it wouldnโt matterโ
โbut.. joongie..โ
just then his fingers slip down your skin, sliding right into where you need him most, and your voice shutters only coming out as a light whimper.
โyou were saying?โ hongjoongs voice burns down your ear as he whispers, mouth hot against your skin. his lips latch onto your neck, leaving behind some purple bruises while his fingers push down inside your gummy walls.
โplease.. just fuck meโ you feel yourself whisper, letting all dignity wither away due to pure need.
โwhat was that? canโt hear you over your wet fucking pussy being so loudโ hongjoong mutters into your ear, nipping down on the lobe. you bite your lip, considering if to repeat yourself, but when hongjoong stops his fingers inside you, youโre left with no other choice.
โplease joongie! just take me here pleaseโ with a satisfied smirk, hongjoong places a kiss on your temple.
โgood girl, thought youโd never askโ
with that, hongjoong lifts you lightly to tug on his track shorts, swiflty tearing off the blue fabric off his skin. he also managed to pull of his underwear in the same pull, leaving him now fully bottomless before you. his cock stands tall and hard, leaking out to you like a desperate plea of its own.
you tug down your own shorts and tossing them off to the ground of the shed, you sit back down in hongjoong lap, letting him manouver you like needed. heโs slipped off his jacket, remaining in a black fitted t-shirt, your eyes drooling at the sight. hands on your hipbones, lifting you slightly, hongjoong slots himself between your parted lips.
โready baby?โ you nod, gripping down on his shoulder blades. with one agonisingly slow push, his tip pushes its way in, making your nails dig into his skin as you moan deeply.
one hand digging into his shoulder, your other trails back to his short hair, ripping tightly on the roots as he pushes himself in you with practiced ease. the thrust up slips in a little too easy, your wetness sticking down to his toned thighs as hongjoong fills you to the hilt. hongjoongs lips part as he lets out an amused chuckle.
โso wet.. so.. desperateโ the way his words trail along itโs almost like hes talking about himself. not leaving you much time to think though, his hips resume themselves, thrusting up into you.
grinding down against him, your hips chase their own release as hongjoongs cock hugs your walls so fully. his mouth bites down on your shoulder blade as you attempt to pick a pace on him, moving yourself up just a tad.
his thumb spins comforting circles into your hips as he angles himself up better, tip kissing that softest spot in you; causing your pussy to twitch around him in pleasure.
โgonna come already are we baby?โ you sigh out a moan, nodding swiftly as your hips start stuttering against his. hongjoong doesnโt seem to agree though, pulling you off his lap with one quick movement.
he spins you around, stomach down on the edge of the gym mattress, your entire body pressing down hard as his hand holds you on the surface. aiming himself properly again, his cockhead makes it way in you in seconds. faster, more eager now, hongjoongs hands knead the skin of your hips, pulling you closer.
โfuck joongie.. so deep-โ hongjoong just chuckles slightly out of breath, his sweat smearing down your back. with a specially sharp thrust, he spoke:
โhold it. wanna cum with you babyโ you attempted a nod, your body already feeling fucked out and exhausted.
curling up your other knee, hongjoong reaches a new depth, and you swear you can feel him in your chest. deep moans tear out of your mouth, his name spilling out like a chant. hongjoongs hips start shuddering as your pussy flutters around him.
his other hand leaves your hip, and before you can question it, a loud smack! bleeds into the air. hongjoongs handprint stains your right asscheek, the sensation burning on the spot. a new gush of slick trails down your hole to hongjoongs thighs now, the spank driving you insane.
โyouโre gonna cum with me now like a good girl, make it goodโ hongjoong coos into your ear, bending down to press his warm body against yours.
you attempt to lift yourself up for more leverage, but hongjoong just pushes you down, gripping your shoulder blade for better force. as he keep hitting that perfect spot in you, you feel your thighs tighten, vision blur as you cum around him hard.
โohhh yeah.. there she isโ with those words hongjoong stills in you as well, spilling his seed deep in you.
you just stay there for a second, letting your heaving bodies rest against the damp mattress. hongjoongs lips latch a soft kiss on your cheek before he slowly pulls himself out of your wetness, a gush of release running down your thighs. as you attempt to get up, hongjoong shakes his head.
โno you stay here baby, iโll go get a towel from my bag okay?โ
you sigh with a nod, turning around to watch him move, covering your bottom with his tracksuit.
hongjoong shuffles up his shorts as he makes way to the door, pulling on the handle softly, but it doesnโt even shift an inch. he chuckles looking back at you, then tries again. after the fifth attempt of ripping on the handle for dear life, hongjoong sighs turning back to you. tapping away on his phone, he comes back towards you.
โseems we will be waiting here for a little bitโ you nod, shaking your head at the absurdity of the situation. hongjoong on the other hand lets out a little chuckle, shaking his sweaty hair around.
โwhatโs so amusing?โ now, his hand places over your plush thigh. brown eyes locking down on yours, he does that devilish grin, licking down his lips.
โsince we will have time to wait, letโs make our time worthy shall we?โ you raise a brow, hongjoong way ahead of you, knees on the dirty floor. as your fingers come to tug down on his roots, he chuckles.
โattagirl, now letโs see how much that pussy can take.โ
San calls out for you as soon as he comes home, shoes barely off. He wanders around the apartment looking in every room, calling out your name like a cat searching for its human.
He gets to the bathroom and opens the door to a cloud of steam and the scent of almonds filling the air. You donโt seem to hear him, too focused on scrubbing your hair and humming along to your playlist.
He bites his lip for a moment, teetering between leaving you alone and joining you, the latter winning without much effort.
He shreds himself of his clothes, folding them neatly on the chair because he knows you donโt like it when he leaves them on the floor.
Slowly, he steps into the shower. Youโre still unaware of his presence, eyes closed and head back as you rinse your hair. He takes the loofah, lathering it with soap, and starts rubbing it on your arm.
You jump in surprise, heartbeat suddenly rising at the intrusion. You rub your eyes clean from the water, finally able to see your smiling boyfriend in front of you, and you breathe a sigh of relief.
โSan you canโt come into the shower unannounced, you almost gave me a heart attackโฆโ
He places a soft peck on your cheek and continues running the loofah up and down your arm. โIโm sorry Princess, I didnโt mean to scare you. Iโve been calling your name since I came home, did you not hear?โ
You shake your head, suddenly aware of the situation.
You run your eyes over his naked body, so toned and tanned, splashes from the shower decorating his skin with sprinkles of light. When you meet his gaze again, a slight shade of pink ornates his cheeks, but the way he looks at you only shows desire.
โTurn around.โ He orders softly.
You do as youโre told, heart beating fast for an entirely different reason now.
He scrubs your arm again, gently but thoroughly, starting from your fingertips, all the way to your shoulder. When heโs circled each area a few times, he places a light kiss on your skin, your hairs rising at the touch.
He continues to lather you, the exfoliation quickly followed by his soothing lips. You close your eyes, head falling slightly, humming at every brush of his lips.
He reaches your other hand, placing a kiss on each fingertip before lacing his fingers in yours with his free hand. Your teeth graze your bottom lip at the feel of his undivided attention.
His hand doesnโt leave yours as he continues to clean you, making his way down your back slowly - almost too slow, but you donโt rush him. You let him take his time, enjoying every second..
You can feel his breath clinging to the water on your back between every kiss. You moan quietly - his breath hitching, almost drowned out by the sound of running water.
The circles on your back are getting lower and lower, your muscles tightening in a sharp, helpless reaction, nerves flaring at the ghost of his touch.
When he gets low enough, he tugs at the hand heโs still holding, prompting you to face him again. You look down at him, chest rising in shallow breaths, as he looks into your eyes - quiet domination written in his.
You shiver from pleasure. Nothing has happened, but the intimacy of this moment burns hotter than the steam around you.
He continues to rub the sponge on you, never breaking eye contact as he peppers your stomach with featherlight kisses, slowly making his way up your body.
Your head falls back involuntarily but his hand tugs at your still intertwined fingers - a silent demand to look at him.
His bottom lip lingers on your skin for a moment as he takes you in. Your skin is flushed - from his touch, or perhaps from the scalding water, maybe both -, your eyes slightly hooded from pleasure, the droplets running down your face, caressing your skin in a thousand places at once.
He carefully rises to his feet, brushing his lips between your breasts, slowly making his way up your neck, meeting your mouth at last.
His kiss isnโt rushed, itโs deliberate. His soapy hand cups your chin as his nose nudges up for you to let him in, which you do in an instant.
The water mixes in with his warm lips as he kisses you like he has all the time in the world, tongue tracing yours in a quiet promise. An approving breath echoes in your mouth - not yours, but his. He holds you like youโre the most precious thing he owns, and you canโt help but melt into him.
Your hardened nipples press against his chest and you whimper as he moans, pressing his forehead against yours.
You press your lips against his once more, more urgent this time, and he reciprocates momentarily before pulling back, removing the wet hair from your face.
โI havenโt cleaned your legs.โ
You watch as he kneels down, grabbing your right foot, and starting the cleaning process again. Your eyes are glued to his every move. His proximity to your exposed core makes your head spin, but your body is frozen in a state of awe. He slowly makes his way up your leg to your thigh.
You shiver as the sponge brushes against your sensitive clit, but he places your foot down before you can do anything, grabbing your other foot and repeating his movements.
This time, though, when he gets close enough, he doesnโt put your foot down. Instead, he hooks it above his shoulder, taking in the view of your glistening folds.
The water isnโt the only reason youโre dripping.
He watches you for a moment with starved eyes and you feel on the edge, desperate to know what heโll do next.
He inhales slowly, as if to ground himself. You close your eyes, expectantly, and jolt at the unfamiliar sensation that suddenly grazes your clit.
You look down to see him washing you there, slower than he did for the rest of your body. His eyes keep shifting between your face and your core, as if torn between admiring your body and burning the look on your face in his brain forever.
The pleats and creases in the sponge mixed with the foam make for a feeling youโve never experienced before. Itโs like youโre being overstimulated, and yet the pressure is so slight itโs almost not there.
He presses a little harder and your hand slams on the shower wall, craving something to hold on to. His breathing is ragged from restraint - itโs taking everything in him to not touch you himself.
He continues his languid movements, drawing more and more whimpers out of you. Heat is already starting to gather in the pit of your stomach and you feel dizzy.
Your nails claw at the tile, eyelids fluttering, and without realising it, his name falls from your lips in a needy whisper.
He stills for a second. โPrincess?โ
โSanโฆโ You repeat more desperately, no other words coming to you.
Something in him switches - that quiet plea breaks all the restraints he was holding on to.
His voice drops. โJust keep saying my name Princess.โ
You look down at him and the sight alone could make you cum - his hair is drenched, sticking to his forehead, his eyes heavy hooded and dark with need, his skin flushed but so ethereal in the shine of the water. The way heโs looking at you - desperate, eyebrows pulled together from the effort -, makes butterflies erupt in your chest.
At long last his mouth meets your tender clit, starved. Your cry explodes out of you at the familiar feeling and you instinctively grab his hair, inciting a groan from him. Your back slams against the wall, overwhelmed in the best possible way.
One hand on your leg, the other on your waist, kneading your skin, he devours you - his tongue creating all kinds of delicious patterns on your skin. You keep whimpering his name. In this moment, thereโs nothing in the world but you and him. His touch is all encompassing and heโs all you can think of.
Your hips roll ever so slightly into him as you moan his name over and over.
His hard on is getting more difficult to ignore with every pass of his tongue, the rush of blood becoming painful. But heโs not done with you yet. You taste so good, so sweet, and so his.
He runs his fingertips against your wet folds, coating them, before carefully inserting a finger into you. A strangled breath stays stuck in your throat. His rhythm is calculated and precise, making sure to curl at the perfect angle - the one that makes your back arch and your head fall back.
His view is perfect to watch the way you respond to the feel of his finger and tongue, your hand in his hair bringing him closer to that taunting edge - the one that would force him to bury himself inside you.
Your body isnโt your own anymore, itโs his. It responds to his touch the way he knows it will, the way he expects. The roll of your hips is getting messier as the tension builds inside you, your knees faltering under the weight of his control - even his name is barely coherent as your brain fogs.
He can see and feel you getting closer as he inserts another finger and you cry out, his own moans growing desperate from looking at you.
You whine when he removes his tongue from your clit to watch you, but with his attention fully focused on his fingers, that loss quickly disappears from your mind. The way he hits that spot every time, whilst his eyes bore into you with so much intensity and admiration, finally undoes you.
Your entire body convulses as he continues to drive his fingers into your clenching walls, kissing the inside of your thigh on that thin sensitive skin. Your vision becomes blurry from the energy being drained out of you, and when youโre done, you collapse against the wall, your foot slipping off his shoulder as he holds you up. Your hand in his hair loosens and he grabs it, placing a kiss on your wrist as he stands.
โYou look incredible Princess.โ
You scoff, hazy, your senses slowly creeping back in. When you finally look at him, the bathroom light behind him glows like a halo, and you instinctively weave your arms around his shoulders to kiss him. That kiss doesnโt just say you love him, it says thank you for taking care of me.
And he knows it.
His hands wrap around your waist to pull you close, and you can feel the erection you didnโt even realise he still had. The brush of your skin against his sensitive tip incites a whimper from him.
His kiss grows hungrier, one hand finding your cheek as his other lifts you up slightly to place you on his length, and he slides in, slowly. Every inch he buries into you extracts a moan from him, your tightness proving just how sensitive and needy he is.
Youโre standing on your tiptoes, unable to do much, but you donโt need to. His hips roll into you in a way youโve never felt him do, and your head falls back. He takes this opportunity to kiss your neck, lifting you up higher so you wrap your legs around his waist. The angle is heavenly, your breath stuttering.
He doesnโt change his rhythm, continuing to sway to the riveting beat of the music you forgot was playing. His need for you is obvious, every touch a special detail - every rock of his hips, every kiss on your neck, every tightening grip of his fingertips on your waist.
His moans and whimpers are getting louder as he approaches his release, blurring with your gasps.
Gosh, you love hearing these breathless, desperate sounds coming from him - it breaks you every time. The heat builds in your core again, almost painful. You grab his neck, pulling him to you to swallow his wanting breaths, feeling them reverberating inside of you.
His hips drive into you with more intensity, chasing release, and you cry out as he groans your name over and over again, like heโs begging you to give him everything he needs and wants.
The rush comes without warning, shattering inside both of you. Your head falls against the wall again as your body goes limp from the pure bliss of that feeling as he rides it out inside of you.
When heโs done, he rests his forehead against your chest, trying to catch his breath. You run your hand in his hair, soothing, like youโre rewarding him for a job well done.
When he looks up at you, eyes sparkling, a grin tugs at his lips, and you know heโs utterly yours.
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โพIn Which: Two things get passed around; the joint โ and you.
RATED XXX. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.
โฅPark Seonghwa x Kim Hongjoong x Kang Yeosang x fem reader
โซIn Your Fantasy - ATEEZโซ
โฏa/n: AH AH AH AH NOBODY LOOK AT ME NOBODY TOUCH ME IM HEJFIWBDKEQ- i really liked the new songs and im totally normal about them <3. totally not foaming at the mouth. totally not losing my mind. totally โ
เฒ _เฒ warning/content: i am ovulating. strap the FUCK in lovelies. ROUGH, MEAN, DIRTY. hongjoong and reader in an established relationship, he shares her <3 (he's still possessive though dw), implied chubby reader (squishable boobs, thighs, and tummy), doms hj and ys / switch (?) sh / sub reader, incredibly filthy but also completely safe: hongjoong is much more sober and makes sure reader feels safe / doesn't do anything she's uncomfortable with, that being said: free use reader gets her shit rocked, sub space, unprotected; pull out method + (1) creampie, orgasm control + edging + overstim, dry humping, high as some mfing kites, spit, messy kissing, face fucking, face sitting, breath play, giggly moments, fingering, hair pulling, m x m; kissing + grinding + sexual tension, cum eating, dacryphilia, manhandling, yeosang is a mean little weirdo (i luv him), praise + degradation, a few light spanks / slaps, park seonghwa's oppa kink. pet names + name calling: (dumb, little, sweet, messy, dirty, stupid, pretty, needy) baby, angel, slut, cumdump, fleshlight, love, girl, fuck(er), dummy / oppa, sir, joong(ie), sang(ie), hwa, pervert
"Are you sure she's okay with this?" Seonghwa asks while he nervously bites at his thumb, looking over to where you sit with Yeosang at the table.
Your fuzzy socked feet pulled up on the chair, your chin on your knees as you roll a large joint; making small talk with the younger member. You don't even look the slightest bit nervous or shy despite what you all know is coming.
Yeosang looks a bit more shy than usual, and he keeps his eyes locked onto your nimble fingers after you caught him staring at your nipples through your thin tank top.
"Yeah," Hongjoong answers simply, dropping his phone in his lap and leaning back to look over at you with a small smirk. "She's excited."
"What about you?"
"Me?" Hongjoong raises a brow, "what about me?"
"Are you... excited?"
"Oh," he breathes, before a large smile spreads across his face, "very. She's actually super slutty, I want to see how she acts with you guys. I bet she'll cum s-"
"Hongjoong!" Seonghwa yells, eyes wide and hand over his mouth, "you can't call her that-"
He laughs, meeting his eyes with yours as you and Yeosang look over to the commotion, "baby, come here for a second?"
You slide the small tray with the paper and buds on it to Yeosang before you hop down and come over with a smile. "What's u-"
"Get on your knees." Hongjoong says flatly, staring up at you.
You can feel Yeosang staring at you from the table, and Seonghwa is looking up at you with eyes still wide.
You sink to your knees without a second thought, even if it does make your heart beat a little faster. "You still want to-" Your boyfriend goes to speak, when you cut him off.
Nodding eagerly, "I really do."
"You do?" And you nod. "Because you're my slut, right?" Another nod โ and you hear Seonghwa's breathing picking up a bit. "And you like it when I tell you what to do?"
Seonghwa thinks he might explode as you keep nodding your head obediently, knelt between them; a bit more towards Hongjoong. He's never seen someone so... pliable. It's making his pants tight around the crotch.
"And you really, really like it when I use you as my personal fleshlight, don't you, baby?"
"Yes-"
"Give me a kiss," he doesn't even give you time to respond before he's leaning down and grabbing you by the throat, lips pressed to yours roughly. It's even rougher than usual now that his friends are watching. Like he's showing off.
Because he most certainly is.
He pulls back and spits into your gaped mouth, spreading the saliva that misses all over your chin as you look up at him dazed. "You want to be their fleshlight, too?"
"Yeah," you pant quietly, "I want to make them feel good."
"How are you going to do that, sweet girl?" He smiles, devilish under the surface as he feels Seonghwa shifting on the couch next to him.
"Let them use me."
"Yeah? C'mere," he says softer, pulling you up to straddle him, "you want us to use you however we want?" He hums as he rubs your thighs gently.
"Yes."
"Do you want me to stay sober so I can make sure you don't do something you'll regret?"
You hesitate for a moment before you nod, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, "a little bit. Just, not as high?"
Yeosang almost scares Seonghwa with how he's snuck up on you all, holding out the lit joint to him as he blows the smoke out of his lungs.
He takes it quickly so he can calm his nerves about the whole thing, taking a long puff while listening to Hongjoongs soft reassurances to you.
"I can do that, baby," he whispers as he wraps his arms around you, voice low in your ear โ but purposefully not so low that his friends can't hear him. "I'm going to share you, but don't forget who you belong to, okay? I'm the only one you share your bed with. I'm going to let my friends use your little pussy and when they're done, I'm going to fuck you so good you forget what they even felt like inside of you. Do you understand?"
"Sounds good, Joongie," you reply airily, your cheeks suddenly hot from his words; and from the way you can feel their eyes on your lower back as Hongjoong slides his hands under your shirt to caress your back.
"And if you want them to quit, you let me know. My girl comes first. Yeah?"
"Okay," you nod, looking down at him as he leans back, "love you, Joong."
"Awe, I love you too," he says with a peck to your lips, hands on your hips as he pulls away, "now show them how much of a slut you are."
You and Seonghwa both gasp as Hongjoong all but throws you into his lap; his hands clumsily coming to steady you by your waist. "H-hey, Oppa."
It's his turn to feel hot, ears practically burning as you settle over his lap; just as you were atop your boyfriend. "Hey..."
"Don't be shy, love," Hongjoong says as he takes the joint from his lips, having taken a small hit โ just like you asked of him. He leans and places it between your lips, allowing you to suck on it as he says, "get nice and high for us. You always get so wet~"
"Fuck, I can't believe this is happening," Seonghwa groans, rubbing his face.
"Why not?" Yeosang asks as he sits on his other side, eyeing you slowly as Hongjoong holds the joint for you to take another hit. "If you don't want to touch her, let me."
Seonghwa stops you when you go to move towards him; hands firmer on your sides. "Don't-" He hesitates, "I want you to grind on me."
Hongjoong smirks as you immediately start moving your hips, your hands settled on your thighs โ afraid to touch. "You can touch, can't she, Hwa?" He reaches between you and hands Yeosang the joint.
He looks between you before nodding quickly, "yes- yeah, I don't mind."
"Of course you don't," Yeosang chuckles before taking a quick hit, "pretty girl grinding on your cock, you'd be stupid if you were complaining."
His casual calling of you 'pretty' makes you even more shy, whining as you move to press your face into Seonghwa's chest; holding onto his shirt as you swirl your hips lightly.
"Awe, my little slut is shy, huh?" Hongjoong giggles, giving a small spank to your ass and making you jump. "I know you can do better than that, don't embarrass me now."
"Fucking-" Seonghwa gasps, instinctively grabbing at you as you grind into his growing bulge โ deep and perfectly paced, "oh my god~" He bites his lip quickly, head tilted back to stare at the ceiling.
"See, that's more like it," Hongjoong hums, rubbing your sore cheek, "be a good whore for Oppa~"
Seonghwa snaps his head down to glare at him, mouth open to chastise him when you give a particularly nice roll of your hips and all he can get out instead is a moan. "Oh, shit-" He grips your hips, guiding you to repeat the motion, "like that."
Yeosang places the blunt in his lips, letting it hang as he stands up; tired of watching. He quickly unbuttons his pants, pulling his zipper down to give some relief to his aching cock. He comes behind you, gathering up your hair before pulling you up, "come here, slut."
Hongjoong laughs at the lost look in your eyes as you come up; inebriated brain lagging behind as you catch up to someone else calling you that.
"Finish it off," Yeosang hums as he places the joint into your mouth, a good four hits still on it. "I want to you to be so high you forget where you are when I fuck your brains out."
Seonghwa pants out a laugh as you cough, shocked by his bluntness so much that your hips still. Hongjoong does the same, adding to your shock when he smacks your ass again, "did we tell you to stop, dummy?"
You steady yourself with your hand on Seonghwa's stomach, the other pinching the joint as you catch your breath. "Sorry..."
"It's okay, pretty baby," Hongjoong leans and kisses your cheek as Seonghwa starts pulling your hips again, "now, do what Yeosang asked. Don't disappoint our guests."
You nod, shakily bringing the joint back to your lips and taking a large puff.
"She really will do anything you ask, won't she?" Yeosang asks, eyes filled with lust and curiosity as he watches you finish off the joint.
Hongjoong only smirks in response while he takes the ending from your lips, tossing it to the ashtray. "Baby," he tilts his head, and you look to him immediately, "open your mouth."
You do so with zero pause, tongue rolled out.
Seonghwa and Yeosang curse in tandem, the latter pulling you faster along his bulge as the lewd gesture makes his cock twitch.
Hongjoong stands up, tilting your head back slowly to look at them, "spit in her mouth."
Yeosang's eyes widen slightly, "really?"
"Yeah, really. She'll swallow it like a good girl," he looks to you pointedly, silently telling you to make him proud.
You hum affirmatively, locking eyes with him as he leans closer; "you'll let me spit in your mouth while you grind on someone else's cock? All while your boyfriend watches?" You nod, immediately met with his hand gripping your face as he spits right onto your tongue.
All three watch in various degrees of awe as you swallow it quickly, tongue stuck back out with a soft, "ah."
"Fuck- sorry, Hyung," Yeosang mumbles quickly as he leans down and wraps his arms around you, yanking you from Seonghwa lap and making him groan. "My turn," he breaths out as he falls back onto the couch, settling you in his lap.
Hongjoong sits next to Seonghwa, patting his shoulder with a grin, "don't worry, she's got stamina. We'll all get to use her."
"You asshole, Yeosang," he huffs softly, resting his head against the cushion and watching your hips closely as you grind down on his exposed boxers; it's almost like he can still feel it if he thinks hard enough.
"You were taking too long, I want some of her too," Yeosang pouts, but he definitely doesn't mean it โ not when you're rubbing your clothed heat over his cock so deliciously.
You whine quietly as your high from the last few long hits sneaks up on you; making you light headed, along with the pleasure you're getting from pressing your clit onto him.
"Feeling good, baby?" Hongjoong asks quickly, guiding your head to rest on Yeosang's shoulder. He leans to your level and smiles as you nod quickly, "yeah? Are you getting needy?"
"Yeah," you admit tentatively, grabbing Yeosang's biceps as he grinds up into you.
"Needy little slut," Hongjoong coos as he slides his fingertips down and slips your tank tops sleeves over your shoulders. "Lift her up, Yeosang."
He groans a bit, but then he sees his intentions and moves quickly. Standing up, he steadies you with a hand on your lower back; the other carefully holding your head to his shoulder after it rolls.
Hongjoong rubs your arms softly before pulling your shirt down to your hips. Seonghwa leans forward, elbows on his legs as he watches closely, only able to catch a glimpse of your chest with the way Yeosang holds you upright.
"You're so wet," Hongjoong smiles at the evidence of how much you're enjoying yourself already, sliding all of your clothes down your legs in one slow pull; leaving you in nothing but your socks. "Come here, pretty, let me show you off~"
Yeosang pretty much falls back into his seat, eyes trailing every inch on your body wildly as Hongjoong rubs up and down your waist slowly.
"Good goddamn," Seonghwa whispers, swallowing thickly. "What the fuck." It doesn't really sound like a question, more of a way to express his disbelief as he soaks in every detail he can and commits it to memory โ because there's no way he'd not be jerking off to this for years to come.
"Isn't my slut just gorgeous?" Hongjoong slips a hand to your cunt, cupping and squeezing it softly and making you gasp; grabbing at his arm for something to hold onto. "Needy little baby~" He giggles as you pout up at him beggingly.
"Please-"
Seonghwa stands up quickly, the simple sound of you begging โ not even desperately or urgently โ making his willpower completely disappear.
"You are such a tease, do you know that?" He says as he sandwiches you between them, suffocating you with his presence as he cups your jaw, still admiring your body. "Do you know how long I've wanted to fuck you? But, no, I just had to be a good person and not bend over my best friends girl." He meets your fuzzy gaze, slipping his hand under Hongjoongs as he grins; watching you both closely.
"R-really?" You ask shakily, feeling shrunken under his suddenly intense and dominant eyes.
"Dead fucking serious," he nods, slipping his middle finger into you and groaning as he feels around slowly; savoring the softness of your insides and making you tremble in the process. "I've jerked off to you so many times," he admits quickly, "thinking about how lucky Joong is, how he gets to fuck you. I know we all have."
"Maybe I'll invite them next time," Hongjoong purrs in your ear, massaging your breasts slowly, "would you like that? Each of my members getting a chance to feel that wet little cunt?"
"Yes-" You gasp as Yeosang sneaks up on you, gripping your jaw and turning you to look at him.
He looks from you to Hongjoong for a moment, and when he nods; Yeosang leans forward and kisses you. Messy, rough, completely overpowering your mouth with his and shoving his tongue between your lips.
You grab onto Seonghwa's side for stability as your legs wobble; another one of his fingers slipping into you. "Look at my messy slut," Hongjoong moans, grinding against your ass. When he catches your fingers raising shakily, he grabs Yeosang by his hair roughly; making him hiss. "Let her breathe," he says before pulling him to his lips instead.
He's a bit shocked at first, but he's quickly leaning into it; fighting against his tongue with his own.
You and Seonghwa both watch, and he can't help but giggle a bit. "God, I can't fucking believe this," he repeats his earlier sentiment.
"Hwa," you pant quietly, looking up at him with your chest heaving softly in Hongjoong's grasp.
His eyes widen a bit, nodding quickly. "What- what is it, are you ok-"
Hongjoong pulls away from Yeosang, looking at you with breakneck speed.
"Will you... maybe, eat me out?"
Hongjoong sighs with a laugh of relief, squeezing your chest almost affectionately. "Ah, you little fucker, you scared me."
"Sorry, Jo- ah!" You squeal as Seonghwa drags you away, throwing you onto the couch.
"Sit up," he rushes, pulling you up to face the wall before all but falling to the floor.
"Eager," Yeosang laughs, licking his puffy lips as he comes to sit next to you.
He lifts your hips and settles his face below you, moaning from the anticipation alone. "A-are you go-"
He cuts you off, "I'm gonna sit you on my face, yeah?" Before you have a chance to respond, he's pulling you down by your hips and holding you tightly while he lands a fat lick up the length of your cunt. "Oh, holy fuck..."
"Don't get addicted," Hongjoong warns him playfully, a hint of seriousness underneath. "She'll get you."
Yeosang chuckles as you grab the back of the couch; Seonghwa immediately licking all over your dripping pussy with an eagerness that makes you tremble. "You like that?" He hums, tilting his head and cooing when you nod quickly. "Yeah, I bet you do, slut~"
"Fuck-" You go to collapse onto the cushion when Hongjoong grabs the back of your neck and holds you up.
"No hiding, remember?"
"Sorry, sir," you apologize with a small whine as Seonghwa sucks on your clit.
"Can't take it anymore," Yeosang snaps as you utter the title, yanking his boxers down and groaning loudly. Grabbing your wrist, he drags your hand over to his hard length, "take care of this, all your fucking fault anyway."
"Mh, go on, baby," Hongjoong encourages you as you hesitate, going so far as to lean over and spit in your hand, "make him feel good."
It's hard to think of how to do that โ with his grip on your neck and Seonghwa's tongue in your cunt and Yeosang's powerful gaze locked in on you and your brain entirely too high to process so much information at once.
"Hey," Yeosang notices you faltering and slaps you, gently; just harsh enough to bring you back to reality and listen to his more direct command, "jerk me off."
You swallow thickly, and you're still able to spit into your hand; letting it join Hongjoongs before you wrap your hand around his cock. His head falls back with the simple touch, a groan breaking in his throat as you slowly slide your hand up and down his length.
"You're doing so good, my dirty girl~" Hongjoong grins as he watches Yeosang slump from your attention to his cock โ practically melting.
"Can I cum?" You look up at him, eyes wet and a pout on your lips.
"Awe, of course, you needy girl," he slides his hand around and grabs the front of your throat, choking you, "fucking cum all over Hwa's face, why don't you? Show him how nice it tastes."
You manage to give Yeosang a few more strokes before you have to let go, grabbing his arm and squeezing it tightly as you do just as your boyfriend says โ cum all over his best friends face.
It's so intense that you lose all of the air in your lungs, a pathetic whimper all that you can manage as it washes over you.
Yeosang is shoving his bottoms off as he watches you, locking eyes with Hongjoong briefly before he snatches up your twitching form; leaving Seonghwa panting heavily and his face blissed out like he just came.
"Shit, you alive down there?" Hongjoong laughs, kneeling down and straddling his lap. "Told you she's slutty~"
He's completely breathless, grabbing onto him out of pure instinct and forcing him down to sit on his begging cock, "Joong, please-"
They both look over as you gasp; watching Yeosang push his fat tip into your cunt. He has you perched in his lap, head held to his shoulder once again, telling you, "take it." Before he slams his length into you with one rough thrust.
You scream into his shoulder, and Hongjoongs lips spread into a large grin as he registers your jumbled words. "Oh, fucking sweet hell! S'good!"
"Messy fucking fleshlight," Yeosang groans, gripping your hair tightly, "taking my dick no problem, so wet..." He closes his eyes, panting a few times while gathering himself.
"She's taking it all just like that?" Seonghwa asks in awe, hands still gripping Hongjoongs hips tightly.
"Course she is, my slutty little angel," Hongjoong reaches and smacks your ass; making both of you gasp, because the impact makes you clench around him.
"Fuck-" Yeosang curses with his jaw clenched, wrapping his arms around you tightly before pounding into you mercilessly.
You kick your feet uselessly, balling up his shirt in your fists as you moan into his neck; hiding your face there.
"Can you handle it, baby?" Hongjoong calls out, laughing along with Seonghwa as you quickly yell out:
"Fuck yes!"
"Good girl," he chuckles before looking back down to him, your arousal still gleaming on his chin. "Ah, she got you all messy," he says nonchalantly before leaning and licking up his chin, all the way to his lips; just hardly grazing the bottom one.
"Oh, fuck me," he sighs, eyes fluttering shut as Hongjoong laps up the rest of it before giving a small roll of his hips.
"That's her job," he giggles, sliding his hands up his chest, "unless you have something different in mind~" He whispers teasingly while wrapping his hands around his neck โ just barely.
Seonghwa whimpers: the sounds of you getting pummeled next to him, the taste of you lingering on his tongue, Hongjoongs weight against his cock, his hands around his neck is getting to be too much.
"You pervert," Hongjoong chuckles as he tightens his grip, "you really do want both of us."
"F-fuck, so what?" He says shakily, blush creeping up his face as he hears you yelling for Yeosang to let you cum.
"So," he opens his eyes quickly as he feels Hongjoongs breath on his lips, finding him nose to nose with him, "maybe I'll make that happen if you make my girl happy."
"You will?"
His answer comes in the form of a kiss โ not dominance fighting like it was with Yeosang, but not quite loving like with you. More... experimental. Testing the waters with each other.
Hongjoong abandons his lips as he hears you whimpering, looking over to you quickly. "Pretty?"
"He won't let me cum!" You wail, clinging to Yeosang's shirt like a lifeline. "Please, Joongie, tell h-him to let me!"
Yeosang laughs, breathlessly as he continues to practically beat up your insides with his thick cock. "Beg a little more, I'll let you~"
"Yeosang, don't be a jerk. Let the poor girl-" Seonghwa gets cut off when Hongjoong slaps a hand over his mouth, leaving him a bit flabbergasted.
"Baby~" He coos, holding back his own laughter, "I'm not in charge of you right now." He always is, and he continues to be even as someone else is using you like their toy. But he likes seeing you throw your little fits from time to time. And he wants to see how you handle it. "You'll have to do what Yeosang asks."
"Please, please, please-" You do so immediately, pushing yourself up on his chest only to be met with an indifferent stare; only a small smirk playing on his lips.
"You call that begging? Hongjoong has been too soft with you for how big of a slut you are."
"Sang, pl-" He pulls you off of him, leaving you whining and pouting for him to keep going as he throws you to lay across the couch.
"You'll learn how to really beg if you want it so bad." He flips you onto your stomach, pounding back into you the second you land.
You shove your face into the cushion as you cry, kicking your legs until he grips your hair and reels you up. "Try again."
"Please, I want to-"
"Wrong." He says before letting you go, pushing your legs open with his until one of them dangles off the edge next to Seonghwa and Hongjoong.
"Yeosang!" You scream, "fuck! Please, pretty fucking goddamn please! I can't hold it, I need to cum, sir-"
You keep on rambling your pleas, but you've already satisfied him โ so he slips a hand under your hips and circles your clit. "Cum."
"J- Ah, thank you!"
The way you clench and tremble around him, the way you hide in the cushion as you moan; it all almost makes him cum inside of you before he remembers Hongjoongs threats before they even set foot in your shared space.
"Shit-" He gasps, pulling out quickly and crushing you to the couch as he sits on the back of your thighs, fisting his cock quickly as he watches the way you twitch.
Seonghwa is practically drooling as he watches Yeosang's cum splatter on the expanse of your back, Hongjoong just the same.
He holds your hip in a way that must be his attempt at comfort as you both just stay for a moment and catch your breath.
"You okay, sweet girl?" Hongjoong whispers, crawling out of Seonghwa's lap and kneeling next to your head as you sniffle. You hold your hand out shakily, opening and closing it quickly. "Awe," he takes it fast, lacing his fingers with yours, "little fleshlight got her brains fucked out after just one round?"
You nod into the couch, sniffling.
"You want to keep on going?"
Again, you nod.
"Atta girl," he giggles, rubbing the back of your head gently as Yeosang stands up.
He hesitates a second, but then he leans down and moves your head to look at him. "Thanks," he says before leaning down and kissing your cheek; earning himself a smile. "You d-" He clears his throat as his heart skips a beat, "you did really good."
"Say thank you, baby," Hongjoong says softly, taking the tissue that Seonghwa offers him and wiping up your back while biting his lip.
"Thank you, Sangie," you moan softly, pushing yourself up on your shaky arms before pointing at Seonghwa.
He points towards himself as well, finger to his chest, "me?"
"Your turn."
"You don't need a break, angel?" Hongjoong hands the soiled tissue to Yeosang, and he's disappearing further into the apartment. "D-"
"No," you giggle, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his chin, "I'm ready for more. Plus, Oppa won't be rough with m-" A yelp slips past your lips as Seonghwa pulls you to the floor, cupping your head as you fall to the hard wood.
"You have got to stop calling me that," he groans as he slots himself between your legs, holding himself up with one hand while the other guides his cock along your soaked slit; impatiently pulled out of his pants.
"Sorry, sir-"
"Fuck," he whines, eyebrows pressed together, "that's even worse."
Hongjoong chuckles, coming to sit by your head as he frees his length. "I think you're making him shy, baby," he leans and pecks your lips while fisting his cock, breathing in your gasp as Seonghwa slides into you slowly. "That feel nice, hm? Needy little fleshlight~"
Seonghwa gasps as you clench around him, leaning his head against your shoulder with a low curse. "Oh, fuck, you feel so good..."
Yeosang falls back onto the couch, turning his head to watch; his dick already half-hard in his boxers again. "Pretty slut," he whispers, to no one other than himself, but given the way Hongjoongs eyes flick to him; he figures he heard.
He did โ and a sick sense of pride is in his chest as he looks between Yeosang's spent form and Seonghwa's blissful face. All because of you.
He leans down quickly, taking your lips in his more roughly. Cupping your cheek and pulling one of your hands to his hard length, holding his hand over yours and using it to jerk himself off all while Seonghwa starts thrusting into you with a testing pace. "Good fucking girl," he groans into your mouth, nipping your lips, "being such a well behaved slut for us. Keep it up for me, yeah?"
"Yeah," you pant out with a nod, feeling dizzy and being thankful that Seonghwa is taking you flat on the floor so his thrust don't throw you around as much as he picks up his rhythm. "I wa-want some cum, Joongie."
"Where at?" He grins wide as he hears Seonghwa moaning into your shoulder; clearly very into your neediness in your fuzzy state of mind if the way he grips your hips says anything, if the way he starts pounding you just as hard as Yeosang did says anything.
"Ah," you tilt your head back a bit, your back arching off the floor as he prods your g-spot, opening your mouth wide.
"Oh, in here, dirty girl?" He teases, sticking two of his fingers into your mouth and pressing your tongue down before spitting into it.
Yeosang slides down, already freeing himself from the confines of his boxers and grabbing your other hand to mirror Hongjoong; jerking himself off and spitting into your open mouth as you moan.
"We're going to give you some cum, and you better keep it in your mouth until Hwa is done using your little pussy, okay? You understand me?" Hongjoong asks with a soft slap, moving your hand faster along his length.
"Mmf," you pout as Yeosang grinds his leaking tip on your heated cheek, trying to tilt your head and take it into your mouth โ when Seonghwa grabs you by the base of your hair and pulls you back down.
"He's talking to you, baby," he says lowly against your throat, nickname slipping without his permission or his realization. And the way it makes you squeeze him makes him want to do it again and again. "Where's your manners at?"
"Fuck!" You writhe as he stills after a harsh thrust, pressing against everything inside of you that makes you drool; strings of saliva visible in your mouth as you open it wide and hum a, "mhm!"
"That's better, that's a polite little slut," he moans before nipping at your sweat sheened shoulder.
Hongjoong eyes him for a moment, biting his lip as he tries to decide if he's okay with how he's behaving. Seonghwa's never had a dominant bone in his body. Maybe you're such a good sub that you've brought it out of him, or maybe he's just never had the chance to be in control of someone and it's giving him a high that rivals the drugs in his system.
Either way, Hongjoong decides he likes it, because evidently so do you โ uncontrollable moans muffled as Yeosang shoves his cock in your mouth and fucks the pocket of your cheek.
"F-fuck," he whines quietly, Hongjoong the only witness to his moment of sensitivity because Seonghwa is drunk on your pussy, and you're... "God, you're so pretty." He can't help but let out his thoughts under the influence of the joint and the pleasure just as much as the two of you are.
You blink up at him with teary eyes, eyelashes starting to dampen.
"Isn't she?" Hongjoong coos, petting your cheek and pressing against it as Yeosang fucks into it, making all three of you moan with the chain reaction he creates: Yeosang cumming into your mouth, you moaning and clenching around Seonghwa to beg silently for him to make you cum, and him burying his face in your chest as he fucks you even harder.
"Don't swallow, you little fucker, I see you thinking about it," Hongjoong warns with a cocky grin stuck on his face as he takes Yeosang's place; the overstimulated man falling to sit next to you all as he catches his breath.
"You've got two more loads coming, angel," he pulls your head to the side, telling you, "suck. And don't let any cum out or you're licking it off the floor."
You whine, but you do what he asks, suctioning your lips around him tightly so none of Yeosang's cum can drip out before you bob your head slowly.
Seonghwa pants heavily, chest heaving against you as he stills โ he's so close to his own orgasm but he doesn't want it to end yet. He watches you suck on Hongjoong cock with what can only be described as heart eyes; and Yeosang is the same.
"What's wrong, little love?" Hongjoong whispers mockingly as your tears finally start slipping from your waterline. "Can't breathe with all that cum and cock in your mouth?"
You nod, slurping around him as some of the cum threatens to drop.
"No?" He moves you to lay your head flat again, straddling your shoulders as Seonghwa sits up and watches over his shoulder; gasping a bit shocked when he pinches your nose closed and starts fucking into your messy mouth. "Now you can't breathe, stupid slut. Keep fucking sucking- make me cum unless you want to pass out and have us use your defenseless little holes like an actual fleshlight."
You grab his thighs tightly, sucking as best you can while Seonghwa starts fucking you again; unable to stop himself as he watches the lewd scene. "Goddamn, Joong," he groans, "you're so mean to her."
"She likes it. Likes being put in her place, right?" He lets go of your nose and lets you breathe heavily through it, still obediently sucking at him. "Besides, aren't you the one beating up her pussy right now?" He chuckles as he hears another groan from behind him over the slapping of skin. Carefully, he wipes the sweat from your brows and cradles your puffy cheeks.
"I'm going to cum, don't you dare spill any and don't you dare swallow, either," he warns shortly before doing just what he says; moaning and letting his shoulders slump as he spills all of his release into your stuffed mouth.
You pant through your nose as he pulls away, jaw dropping open to show them the white pool in your mouth.
"Fucking-" The words die out on Seonghwa's tongue, his hands gripping your thighs and pulling you into his wild thrusts.
Yeosang licks his lips, eyeing you intently as you struggle to breathe with everything going on; lust still clear in his gaze.
Hongjoong moves off of you and swipes his hair back, taking a breath before he reaches down and circles your clit with quick and harsh movements, "cum for us, sweet girl~"
You choke as your pleasure breaks over you, gurgling and almost spitting the cum out before Yeosang leans quickly and slaps a hand over your mouth. "Keep it, baby. Taste us while you cum." Just like Seonghwa; the nickname flew out of his mouth without his consent or his knowledge โ but Hongjoong catches it, and this time he doesn't hesitate to grin wide.
Your legs kick a few times before they fall uselessly, trembling as Seonghwa continues to fuck you through and past your mind-numbing orgasm while Hongjoong swirls his fingers on your messy clit.
"Oh, fffuck," Seonghwa moans, hands sliding up to your stomach and groping you, "ah, I want to cum so bad..."
"Not inside of her," Hongjoong warns quickly. No matter how much he's willing to share โ he is the only one who gets to fill your pussy like that.
"G-god, I know," he says just as fast, hips stuttering and jolting into you like a wild animal, "but she practically beg-begging for it~ You're so. Fucking. Lucky." He growls between his teeth with a rough thrust to emphasize each word before suddenly pulling out; leaving you a trembling puddle as he climbs up your body hastily.
"Move," he grips Yeosang's wrist and pulls it away, opening up your messy mouth with a grip on your jaw. "Fucking hell," he gasps, jerking himself off quickly as you stare up at him with a dazed and content glaze in your eyes.
A little bit of his cum lands on your cheek before he places his tip in your mouth, biting back his whimpers as you suck on it. Hongjoong leans over and swipes it up; spreading it on your lips, "here we go, baby, none of it goes to waste."
Yeosang has to blink out of his daze to catch Seonghwa as he falls back, laughing as he pulls him to sit with his back against the couch. "Sweet fuck," he pants while tilting his head back.
"Swallow now, pretty girl," Hongjoong whispers, planting a kiss to your cum slick lips as you gulp. There's so much of it โ you have to swallow a good three times before you can open your mouth and finally draw in some deep breaths. "Perfect~"
He wraps his arms around your shoulders and gently sits you up, making you whine, "Oppa, you j-jerk."
They all chuckle at your small pout, and Seonghwa looks down with a large smile, blush still bright on his cheeks. "Sorry, you just felt so good..."
"C'mon, little angel," Hongjoong says with a giggle, wrapping your arm over his neck to pull you up.
"I'll carry her, Hyung," Yeosang says quickly, jumping to his feet. Seonghwa is a little slower, still heavy with his bliss.
"Uh," Hongjoong hesitates, looking to you, "are you okay with that, love? He can carry you faster than me."
"Yeah," you groan, desperate for your comfortable bed and some love from your boyfriend. "Thanks, Sang," you sigh with relief as he scoops you up bridal style, leaning your head on his arm.
"No problem," he smiles down at you, feeling something a little too close to affection bubbling in his stomach and looking back up quickly. "Here we go," he sets you down slowly, scanning your body one more time, "thanks for... yeah." He kisses your cheek quickly before shuffling away quickly, giving Hongjoong a small bow as he passes.
Seonghwa comes up next, hand instinctively cupping your jaw as he leans down and kisses you softly. Short, simple, and sweet. "Thank you, baby," he whispers gently, stroking your cheek with his thumb like he's savoring the feeling of your heated skin, "you were so good for us."
"Thanks, Hwa," you lean up and peck his lips once more before he turns; smiling and nodding to Hongjoong as he heads to the door.
Hongjoong snatches up his wrist, devilish grin on his lips, "I think you made her happy." He says simply, but it carries something deeper when Seonghwa remembers his earlier words.
"Yeah?"
He nods, "maybe... this could be a regular thing. If she l-"
"Absolutely," you moan sleepily as you snuggle up ontop of your blankets.
They share a small laugh, peeking over at you. "Well, the princess has spoken," Seonghwa jokes like his heart isn't about to beat right out of his chest.
"We'll talk about it later, yeah?" Hongjoong slides his hand down his arm as he passes, climbing into the bed with you and pulling off his disheveled clothes. "Let me take care of my girl."
Seonghwa watches for a moment before he snaps back into his body, leaving the room and closing the door with a giant smile on his face.
"Are you okay, sweet love?" Hongjoong hums as he tenderly moves you onto your back, leaving a trail of soft kisses down your cheekbone to your lips. "They didn't hurt you?"
"No, I'm okay, Joongie," you smile beneath his lips, eyes blurry and gleaming with your submission. So deep in your subspace that you'd do anything and everything he asks of you. And all he asks is โ
"Will you let me show you how much I love you?"
You nod, of course you do; spreading your legs so he can lay between them. Both of you completely nude, he hugs you close and melds your bodies together.
"I'm so proud of you, pretty," he groans into your ear as he slides his cock into you. Your sore walls clenching and twitching to say 'no more' but you only sigh softly and melt under him, holding him tightly as he sets a slow and loving pace.
"You are my perfect little fleshlight, aren't you? Take so much for me, make me feel so good โ make my friends feel so good. Shhh, shhh~ No tears, angel," he kisses them up before you even notice them falling, shushing you softly.
You feel vulnerable and exposed after it all, and at the very same time you feel completely safe in his arms. "H-hold me tighter, please?"
"Of course," he quickly complies, squeezing you in his arms. "I got you, my sweet girl," he leaves one more kiss on your teary cheek before pressing his forehead against yours, noticing your eyes flicking around. "Hey, focus on me- there you go~ There's my pretty baby~"
You breathe heavy against his lips, eyes locked on his as he continues his slow thrusts, "f-feels good?"
"Feels so fucking good, love," he assures you immediately, "nothing in the world compares to my girl." He smiles as you do, giggling breathlessly as he plants another round of kisses across your face.
"Can you- fuck," you lose your train of thought as quickly as it comes, hips twitching under his as you whine.
"Slow, baby," he hums, kissing his way down your neck and sucking softly. "Tell me what you want, take your time."
"Can you please cum inside of me?" You plead, almost pathetic in the way you tear up at the thought of him saying no.
"Of course, I can- that gonna make you happy?" He hugs you tighter as your back arches, squeezing your chest to his.
"So happy," you gasp, fingers wrapping up in his hair to ground yourself.
"Don't worry, love, I'll give it to you," he chuckles quietly before latching onto your neck and sucking hard enough to leave a mark; something nobody else will do to you โ not on his watch.
"Cumming, cumming!" You wail as it creeps up on you and blankets your entire being, smothering you in pleasure so hot and intense that you're full on sobbing by the time you come back to your body.
He groans deeply from the tight grip you have on his hair; the one you don't even notice, thrusting a few more times to fuck his cum into you before he all but collapses. He rolls to his side, dragging you along with him and immediately tucking your head under his chin to cradle you to his chest.
"Shhhh, you're okay," he hums, holding you tightly and moving slowly to drape a leg over your hip; pulling you even closer. "Pretty girl."
He's more than happy to keep sharing, keep showing you off โ but nobody gets to see you like this.
So soft and vulnerable, so fragile as he holds you through your sobs.
