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💓about: can you guess who my ult is? 24, multistan! (atz, svt, nct, skz, zb1, p1h) been around the block since 2016, recently came back after a hiatus bc how could i stay away?

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(f,a) One shot @blue-jisungs

Synopsis: When a stranger keeps you company.

(f) Partner privilege @cherryredcheol

Synopsis: Just use Face ID? Tf?

(f) Bean me up, Scotty @seungkwansphd

Synopsis: CoffeeRoaster!Seungcheol x CafeManager!Reader

(f,a) Cry-Baby @duhnova

Synopsis: Biker!ChoiSeungcheol, Opposites Attract

(f,a) The king @yoonguurt

Synopsis: The Kingdom Chronicles

(f) Five minutes @shuaraes

Synopsis: Domestic Au

(f) The sweater @aggiewritess

Synopsis: Established Relationship Au

(f) Kissable lips @kpoppwriter ft.Hoshi

Synopsis: Soonyoung’s need for kisses changed your plans for the day.

(f) Cherry chapstick @seungcheorry

(f) (Boy)Friend Material @sluttywoozi

(f,m) (Boy)Friend Material II

Synopsis: Friends-To-Idiots-To-Lovers

(f) Mistletoe inn @junkissed

Synopsis: InnOwner!Seungcheol

(f,m) Romance at mistletoe inn @1-800-hwahui

(m,f) Squeaky clean @junkissed ft.Mingyu

Synopsis: Poly!Relationship

(m) Rule no.1 @bluejeanstrash

Synopsis: Ex!Seungcheol

(m) Contusion confusion @seungkwansphd

Synopsis: Your clumsy lab partner left a bruise on you. Seungcheol seems disproportionately upset by it, but it makes way more sense once you understand why.

(m,a,f) F.U.C.K. @beomcoups

Synopsis: ExBf!Seungcheol

(a,m,f) Silence @skyechild ft.Jeonghan

Synopsis: Friends to Lovers

(f,m) 143 Miles @shuadotcom

Synopsis: Established Relationship, RoadTrip Au

(m) White T-shirt @seungkw1

Synopsis: Bf!Seungcheol

(m) Cherry Kinkmas @angelwoozi

Synopsis: Established Relationship Au

(m,f) Your loss @wongyuseokie ft.Vernon, Seungkwan, Mingyu, Jeonghan

Synopsis: Your ex-boyfriend and you broke up a few months ago, but you two remained friends, and of course, his nosy friends can’t help but pry and get as detailed as possible to find out what ended the relationship, and then, of course, offer to make only you feel better. However, they can. All while your ex-boyfriend watches.

(m) Boyfriend!Seungcheol @cheol13wh0r3

Synopsis: EstablishedRelationship

(m,f,h) Lowlifes @milfgyuu

Synopsis: FoundFamily, Gang!Au

(m) Creatures of desire @cheolism-archive ft.Jeonghan

Synopsis: Royalty!Au, Bodyguard!Scoups x Princess!Reader x Advisor!Jeonghan, ForbiddenRelationship, ???-With-Benefits, UndefinedRelationship

(m) Melt an igloo @woozivrsefactry ft.Woozi

Synopsis: FriendsWithBenefits

(f) Uh oh @diamonddaze01

Synopsis: Billionaire!Cheol, EstablishedRelationship

(a,m) Scream: The Death Of A Nympho @bitchlessdino ft.Wonwoo

Synopsis: GhostFace!Seungcheol x Reader x GhostFace!Wonwoo, Scream!Au

(m) Spotlight @hausofmingi

Synopsis: LightingDesigner!Seungcheol x SoundDesigner!Reader

(m) Poundtown @iannmin

Synopsis: Cowboy!Seungcheol

(m,f) Love scene @onlymingyus

Synopsis: When you are so in love, Valentine’s day just becomes an excuse for someone like Seungcheol to give you all of your favorite things before reminding you that you are his forever valentine.

(f,a,m) Somebody

Synopsis: FakeDating Au, SingleFather!Seungcheol x Teacher!Reader

(m) Devil’s girl @smileysuh

Synopsis: KingOfHell!Cheol x WitchDescendant!Reader

(m) Truth serum

Synopsis: SecretAgent!Au

(f,a,m) Dark Protector

Synopsis: Tattoo!Au, Motorcycle!Au, Nurse!Reader, Soulmates!Au

(m) Gamers do it better @sluttyminghao ft.Wonwoo

Synopsis: Roommates Au

(m) Don’t be bratty ft.Jeonghan

Synopsis: Established Relationship Au

(m) Doberman!Hybrid!Seungcheol @multi-kpop-fanfics

Synopsis: Doberman!Cheol x BlackCat!Reader

(m,f) More than I can resist ft.Wonwoo

Synopsis: Poly!Au

(m,f) More than I can handle ft.Wonwoo

Synopsis: Poly!Au

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spotlight | choi seungcheol

pairing: choi seungcheol x afab reader

word count: 5.6K

summary: You're so excited to get the opportunity to sound design your favorite show, Hadestown. But the new lighting guy really knows how to piss you off.

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, sound designer!reader, lighting designer!seungcheol, switch!reader and switch!seungcheol, fight for dominance, unprotected piv (don't do that), oral (f and m receiving), semi-public?, munch behavior, head pusher (SORRY IM SORRY), use of petnames (babygirl, sweetie/sweetheart, good girl, baby)

author's note: so hi. if you've noticed i've been gone for like months and months, no i haven't mind ya business. ANYWAYS this was a VERYYYYY indulgent fic bc as you may be able to tell i dabble in theatre. but im not a sound person, maybe one day ill do a fic from an actor perspective but something about being in the booth got me IDKKKKKK. also this would never happen and don't do this it's so incredibly unprofessional. and thank you to my betas, @hausofwoo and T, yall always have my back (and so does neo).

It’s always exciting getting started on a new show. The new people, new creative outlets, new ideas to try. After the last couple years of being a sound designer, you really feel like you found your groove when it came to jumping into a new show. 

This is a theatre you have worked for a few times before; a small one but it paid the techies well and even got you some union points. 

The production manager, Moonbyul, was a longtime friend and had called you in to sound design Hadestown. You had to say yes, of course, to one of your favorite musicals. You had seen it on Broadway a few years before and fell in love with it, especially the production design of it all. 

Moonbyul had also mentioned that they were bringing in a new lighting designer. The last one you had worked with was very lovely, but also an older man that would fall asleep between cues so probably for the best…

At the first production meeting, you were eager to get started and fire off all the great ideas you had for the production, so you wanted to get there early to get all your notes organized. 

You walked into the theatre about half an hour early, expecting to see Moonbyul and Vernon (the stage manager) running around, but they were nowhere to be found. 

You set your stuff down in an audience seat, and head to the stage. It had been a few years since you had been on this side of things, but it always gave you a rush to see the audience from this view; standing center stage. 

Retiring from performing was not an easy choice, fueled by hate and trauma and self-judgement. But when it was time to leave, you found a space in sound design. Being taken under the wing of a longtime mentor, Jihoon, made everything come to you easy and you’ve been hooked ever since. 

Even though the stage is dark, you can close your eyes and imagine the audience in front of you, lights shining, costume sparkling. You hum a few bars of “Flowers” to yourself, slowing your breathing and your brain for just a second. 

BOOM. A bright light cuts through your vision. You hold your hands up in front of your eyes to shield them before you open them. 

“What the heck??” you shout at whoever is in the booth. 

“Sorry, sorry.” says a voice, the light too bright for you to make out a face. “You just looked like you could use a spot.”

“I’m good thanks…” you answer back coldly. 

“Alright, but just know you look great from up here. Made for the stage.” the voice says. 

“Thanks..” you answer under your breath, not sure how to react to the obvious compliment.

The spot shuts off and you blink a few times to adjust your eyesight. Standing in the booth is a figure, a taller man with broad shoulders. But it's still too dark to see his facial features. 

It seems as if he’s just standing there… looking at you.

“Um… can you bring up the house lights?” you ask him. 

“Oh yeah! Sorry..” he responds. The house lights come up a second later. “I’m gonna come down there, hold on one sec!” he says.

You step off of the stage, a little embarrassed you got caught lost in a daydream. You walk over to your stuff, digging through your backpack to get out your Ipad and pencil, if only you could find the damn thing…

A tap on your shoulder startles you and you turn around in defense. In front of you stands maybe the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. His hair was long, his bangs perfectly framing his dark, deep eyes. And man were those shoulders broad… he could probably pick you up and throw you around a little….

You were staring. 

“Um.. sorry you scared me.” you said, trying to cover up your obvious gawking. 

“No you’re good, I tend to sneak up on people. I’m Seongcheol by the way, nice to meet you.” he holds out his (very large) hand for you to shake.

“___” you respond, and take his hand. You’re too stunned to even move your hand to shake his, but he holds your hand strongly and commands the handshake. 

An obvious indicator that he can take control. 

You shake away that thought, remembering the pact you made with yourself to stay far far away from another showmance. 

Your hand is still in his, and his eyes have not left yours. Has time slowed down?

“Good, you guys have met!” says Moonbyul, walking down the aisle where you guys were standing, Vernon trailing close behind. Seungcheol lets go of your hand and quickly turns around to face them. 

“Ready to get this meeting started?”

The rest of the production team trickles in and the production meeting promptly starts; Moonbyul is not one for tardiness. 

All the designers give their presentations, and this is always so exciting for you. To watch the production blossom from pieces of paper to onstage art is a beautiful thing. You especially love the costume designers concept of using color to show contrast between the human characters and the god characters.

Finally comes Seungcheol’s presentation. He opens up his laptop to a lighting program, already set with the stages dimensions and the set design and presses play. He explains while the lights change from scene to scene, full of color and different gobos to add texture. 

There is obviously a lot of thought put behind this design. He is extremely talented. And hot. 

His presentation finishes and it’s obvious how his shoulders relax. Those broad shoulders. He must not like being the center of attention, you think.

It’s your turn next, so you shake the thoughts of him away before stepping in front of the others with your laptop in hand. 

You are always very prepared, already having the mic plot done and the sound effects downloaded to the board. You are super excited to present your concept for the final song- I Raise My Cup. Having seen the show on Broadway, you have a good idea of how the audience will react to the final scene of the show. Complete silence. So your concept is to have the characters sing this song with no help of the mics, completely acapella and completely raw. 

“But what if the audience claps?” Seungcheols voice shoots through your confidence. 

“They won't,” you reassure. 

“But they might, and then what? We won't be able to hear Persephone and then the rest of the cast will be thrown off for the rest of the song,” he pushes.

“I promise, that won’t be a problem. The audience will be stunned by the heartbreaking ending, they won’t know what to do.”

“I don’t like it,” he says blankly.

Okay maybe he’s not so hot anymore. 

This little shit is totally bursting your bubble, what the fuck? You were so proud of this idea, why did he have to embarrass you in front of the director and entire production team??

“Let’s put a pin in that one. Thank you for that great presentation, let's move on to props!” says Moonbyul, cutting through the tension. 

You take your seat next to Seungcheol, but not before shooting him a piercing scowl. 

He leans over to you once you sit down. “Hey, no hard feelings. I'm just a skeptic, ya know?” he whispers over the presentation. 

“Yeah well next time please keep it to yourself. Some of us are trying to make a name in this theatre,” you shoot back. 

The rest of the meeting is spent with your arms crossed, trying not to melt into the smell of Seungcheol’s cologne, but rather hold steady in your annoyance with him. 

The next day is the first day of rehearsal for the cast, and although you aren’t called, you decide to come in to organize the booth a little bit. 

They’re learning music on the stage, so you open the booth window so you can hear the cast sing. The music of this show is so beautiful, so romantic. It's nice to listen to while you work.

It’s when the actress playing Eurydice starts singing Flowers that you space off, lost in the beauty of the song. If you were still acting, this role would be a dream role for you. Of course you belt this song all the time in your car. 

You start to sing along under your breath, knowing that no one will hear you up here. 

Flowers, I remember fields of flowers, soft beneath my heels

You sing to yourself, imagining a beautiful field laid out before you instead of a 10-year-old soundboard. 

I remember someone, someone by my side. Turned his face to mine, and then he turned away, into the shade. 

In the field of flowers, who pops into your head but Seungcheol. That asshole is so damn beautiful you can’t help but imagine him as your Orpheus. 

The song finishes out with the final notes and you sigh as your day dream dissipates, shaking away the thought of ever seeing Seungcheol in that way and returning back to the box of mystery chords you were wrapping.

Someone clears their throat behind you. You really hope it's Vernon. 

“Didn’t know you could sing?” says Seungcheol from behind you. 

“I don’t anymore.” you reply coldly, not really interested in conversing with him.

“You should, you have a beautiful voice,” he says.

You turn away from him as he comes to the lightboard next to you, hiding your blush. 

“Thanks,” you say, trying not to show too much emotion in your voice.

Silence fills the space as he pulls up a chair and opens up the light programming app on the desktop. You direct your attention back to your cords that connect to god knows what. 

“So about yesterday…” he starts.

“Yeah, that was a dick move,” you blurt out. Maybe not so direct next time.

“Look I get that you’re upset, but I just call them like I see them. I get your idea but I don’t think it's gonna work. What's wrong with a little bit of criticism?” he asks.

You take a breath before you turn to him and give him a piece of your mind.

“What’s wrong is I don’t know what gave you the idea that I asked for criticism. I’ve been working at this theatre for a long time, you’re still fresh meat. Really isn’t a good look to come flouncing in giving everyone unsolicited criticism,” you spit at him. 

You get so worked up that you stomp over to where he is sitting on the other side of the booth. The look on his face is unwavering though, in fact it turns into a smirk as he stands. 

He is easily a foot taller than you, looking down at you without closing the space between the two of you. 

You feel so small. You swear you feel yourself throb.

“Someone’s got their panties in a twist,” he says, still smirking. 

You are stunned, mouth falling open but no words coming out. That sentence has never sounded sexier.

“It’s alright, I’ll be nicer to you from now on, knowing how sensitive you get.” he says, leaning down to whisper in your ear for extra effect. 

And then the asshole just walks away and sits back down as if nothing even happened. 

You’re still frozen in place, in shock at the intense flirting that just happened. 

“So, you said you have worked here for a while, how have you liked it?” he asks, continuing the conversation with no indication of what just happened. 

This is going to be a long day. 

After a few hours of genuinely torturous small talk with Seungcheol mixed with palpable silence, you decide to call it an early day. You got almost nothing done, besides wrapping and unwrapping a bunch of useless cords and clicking on random folders on the sound desktop. 

As you leave, he promises to see you tomorrow and sends you off with a wink that makes your knees weak.

The next day, you get there later than usual. The cast is learning blocking in the dance studio, giving the techies free reign of the stage for the afternoon. 

You’re hoping your tardiness will allow you to avoid the overlap with Seungcheol and you can have the booth to yourself.

But, no luck. There he is, sitting in the rolling chair at the lighting desktop in the sexiest skin tight compression shirt you’ve ever seen. 

You don’t even realize you’re gawking when he turns the chair around. “Like what you see?” he teases.

You come back to your senses at his words. “You wish,” you grumble as you head to your station, hoping to get some work done today. 

You swear you hear him scoff as he turns back to the desktop.

“Blackout!” he shouts down to the set people on the stage, as he presses the “next cue” button. A series of “thank you blackouts!” follow, in proper theatre etiquette.

You keep quiet though. 

He goes through a few more cues, calling blackout a few more times, and you still don’t say anything. 

“You know, it’s proper manners to say ‘thank you’ when I call blackout,” he points out after the 4th time.

“What do you know about manners?” you grumble under your breath.

He crosses over to you, again smirking, as he says “Enough to know that you need to learn some, baby girl.”

Shocks of electricity go straight to your clit. 

“Don’t call me that, get that stick out of your ass, and fucking leave me alone Seungcheol!” you shout, unsure if you're more angry or turned on or both. 

You grab your stuff to leave in a hurry, all the while he doesn’t move from his spot where he’s standing; just leans against the counter and crosses his arms to watch you angrily throw stuff in your bag. 

You turn to leave, expecting him to apologize for his inappropriate comment. But when you turn to look back at him, all you see is him looking at you with that stupidly sexy smirk on his face. He waves a finger at you before you stomp down the stairs and out of the booth. 

You text Moonbyul and Vernon some bullshit excuse about period cramps and that you have to leave early, before going home and using up all the battery in your vibrator.

Saturday no one is called, so you use this as an excuse to go in and pick up where you left off before leaving in a huff.

Luckily you have keys, so you let yourself into the empty theatre and up to the booth.

It’s really nice to work in the silence of the empty theatre, only the ghostlight lighting the stage. You leave the ceiling light off in the booth, only leaving on the string lights you and Jihoon added to make the space more cozy. 

You put on your headphones and get to work. The music director sent you a recording of the cast singing, so you make sure all your cues align with the music.

You work for about an hour before it's rudely interrupted by Seungcheol lifting one side of the headphones off your ear. You feel his breath on the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your back, before he whispers, “Boo.” 

Jumping out of your chair a little bit, you snatch his hand away from your headphones and turn back around without a word to him. 

“Sorry to scare you,” he giggles. “I just forgot my charger last time.”

You give him no reply, not interested in potentially entering another conversation where you leave dripping.

“Actually, would you mind if I stayed and worked on a few things?” he asks.

Again, you don’t respond. 

You see him shrug his shoulders in your peripherals and sit down in his chair to get to work.

Both of you sit in heavy silence as you work, and the more silent it is, the more you feel the tension rise, with anger burning in your chest.

What is the deal with this guy? Does he like just getting a rise out of people? Why does he feel the need to torture me? What did I even do to him??

“Gum?” he asks, holding out a pack to you.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you shout back.

He looks stunned as he takes a piece out and unwraps it, popping it in his mouth. “So, no gum then…”

“Why do you treat me this way, Seungcheol? It’s fucked up,” you shout, moving towards him to really give it to him.

“Treat you what way exactly?” he asks slyly.

“You just keep saying annoying shit to me, pushing my buttons and pissing me off. But then you make me leave every conversation so turned on that I can’t even think straight. I don’t get it, what is your issue with me??” You shout at him.

He looks at you in silence for a second, his expression unreadable.

“I… turn you on?” he asks.

Oh shit. You may have revealed a bit too much….

“I… what? I didn’t mean to say that,” you stutter.

“Oh well in that case… it won’t mean anything to you if I do this?” 

He stands up and turns to face you, arms leaning against the countertop, caging you between them. You swear you see the veins straining against his skin, bulging out from his thick arms as he moves closer.

He leans in close to your ear, breath fanning down your neck. You’re frozen in place, trying to focus on slowing your breathing. 

“Jump,” he says. And you do, hopping up to sit on the counter. Why did you just obey him??

“Good girl.”

Oh that’s why.

“Now,” he starts, his lips moving all over your neck, so close but not touching as he breathes the next few words onto you. 

“I’m really curious to know exactly what it is I do that turns you on?” one of his hands snakes up the side of your thigh, dipping just slightly under the skirt you’re wearing and playing with the edge. 

“Can you tell me, baby girl?” he says before he licks a stripe up your neck. 

You shudder and lean into him a little bit. It’s over for you now.

“Say the word and I’ll stop,” he says, hovering in front of your lips now. 

You grab his arm to stop him from moving back. “Please,” you say in a desperate voice. 

His lips meet yours, and slowly he starts making out with you. His big lips make it sloppy, but it's so hot you could care less.

He sneaks his tongue into your mouth, swirling around yours so sensually it goes straight to your throbbing pussy. He snakes his hand into your hair, guiding your head with his big hand to deepen the kiss. 

The strap of your tank top falls and before you can put it back, he takes the opportunity to bring it down even more, revealing your bare breast to him. He pinches your nipple between two fingers, lightly twisting it enough to make you whimper into his mouth.

He pulls away after a few seconds, a string of spit connecting your lips. You look up at his large frame through your lashes, breathing heavily. 

And then he does something you don’t expect. He drops to his knees. 

He grabs your ass and forcefully pulls you forward on the counter to access you better. You know he can see the wet spot forming on your white panties, and try to cross your legs out of embarrassment.

“Absolutely not.” he says in protest, snaking his arms underneath your thighs and grabbing them so you’re practically sitting on his shoulders.

He kisses up and down your thighs, not yet touching you where you need him. You whine and wiggle your hips, attempting to bring him closer. 

“Someone really does have their panties in a twist…” he smirks from below you. That little shit.

He barely gives you what you desperately need, lightly kissing your clit through your panties.

“Cheol, please…” you whine, attempting to get him to give you a little bit more. 

“Babygirl, I know you can beg better than that,” he says, lifting his head up. He keeps a finger pressed to your clit as he talks, rubbing in small, torturous circles. 

Your cheeks heat up, probably turning red. You’ve already given in to this annoying shit, there’s no way you’re begging for him. You just whine in response, not willing to give him what he wants. 

“You sure you don’t want to beg for it?...” he questions slyly, while at the same time moving your now completely wet panties to the side.

He gives your pulsing clit a few kitten licks, just enough to give you a taste of what you could have, all while never breaking eye contact with you. 

You whimper at the contact, starting to reach out your hand to grab his head and pull it closer. He knows what you're up to, though, and grabs your wrist, forcing it back to its place on the counter.

“Now try again baby, beg for what you want.” he says, slipping your panties off in anticipation.

You sit there a minute, chest already heaving with desire, dripping all over the counter. 

“Please Cheol, you know how badly I need it. I deserve it after all the shit you put me through,” you say, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you can think about them fully.

He raises his eyebrow at you, smiling that stupid fucking smirk that makes you shiver. “Oh is that so?” he questions.

And then he dives in. It’s as if he has been eating your pussy for years, somehow finding the exact rhythm and pressure on your clit that makes the string lights turn blurry. His arms are wrapped around both of your thighs, as if he was trying to choke them out. 

You grab the back of his head with one hand, and start rolling your hips into his mouth, chasing the high that is hurdling closer. He loves it, judging by the way he growls into your pussy, barely pulling away to mumble “fuck yes” before plunging two fingers into you. 

It only takes him hooking them into your g-spot a few times along with flicking your clit with his tongue before you are cumming into him, gasping and not letting go of the tight hold you have on his hair. 

He pulls away, resting his head on the inside of your thigh, breathing heavily as if he just ran a marathon. His plump lips are completely drenched with your wetness. He looks up at you through his lashes, as if you were a goddess.

Oh, it really is over for me. 

“Stand up,” you order.

He questions you at first, but then gets the message when you hop off the counter and drop to your knees. 

He pets your hair, towering over you, but not unbuckling his belt like you so want him to. 

“You really don’t have to, baby. But it’s so sweet seeing how compliant you are.” he says with a slight smirk. 

“Shut up,” you say, all the while undoing his belt. He continues to pet your hair, watching your every move. 

You pull his cock out of his boxers. It's perfect; long but not too long, and slightly curved upwards. He’s definitely a fucking munch seeing how much it's already dripping precum. 

You hover your lips around the tip, kissing it lightly. He hums above you in approval. 

“Now, it's your turn to beg for it.” you tease, pulling away from him. 

He chuckles from above you, fucking chuckles, before grabbing the back of your head with more force than before.

“Oh sweetie, I don’t beg.” he says, before pulling your head forward onto him.

A head pusher? Yeah… But for some reason, this time, it was the hottest thing he could have done. 

You get to work, watching his mouth drop open in pleasure while you work your mouth up and down his length. You cup your tongue around the underside of him, pulling out every trick in the book to try and get the upperhand in this fight.

He’s very obviously enjoying it, moaning loud enough for anyone in the theater to hear and eyes locked into contact with yours. He swipes his other hand through his bangs, which are now collecting the sweat from his brow. God he’s beautiful.

Even though his hand is holding your head down, you still have full control, so you slow down your pace just a little to try another trick. 

You bring your hand up to cup his balls, lightly squeezing and tugging to bring him closer. You feel his cock pulse in your mouth at the added pleasure. 

But nothing could’ve prepared him for your next trick. 

You slowly trail your finger backwards, lightly circling his rim to test the waters. But before you can even think about going further, you hear a gargled moan come from him, and he pulls you off your knees by your hair. 

Your face meets his, foreheads touching, but you divert your eyes down, scared you may have crossed a line.

“Why the fuck are you trying to make me cum before I get to feel that pussy around me?” he asks.

Your cheeks heat up knowing that it worked, filing that info into your head for another time. 

“Turn around,” he barks, but you stay still. You bring your eyes up off the floor to meet his, determined not to let him win the struggle for control. 

“Funny if you think I’m going to let you fuck me from behind right off the bat.” you say, trying to put power behind your words even though you feel so little in his arms. 

“Oh, well then what’s your alternative sweetheart?” he cuts back at you, as if humoring you.

“Take this off,” you say, tugging at his shirt, “and sit down.”

“Hm… but aren’t you going to take anything off too?” he asks, pulling away and pulling his shirt over his head from the back of the neck. 

You get distracted by his toned stomach, your retort getting stuck in the back of your throat. 

He giggles at you again, before stepping forward and grabbing the hem of the crop top you were wearing. 

“How about, we take this off, but leave the skirt on?” he says, dragging his fingers along the bottom of your shirt, waiting for your consent.

You nod at him, and he swiftly lifts the top off of you, leaving you in your skirt and bra. 

He silently backs up into the chair, sitting down and draping his thick arms over the arms of it.

You slowly walk towards him, really wanting to drag this part out, before you lift up your legs to straddle him in the chair.

You hover over his cock, but before you drop down, you make eye contact with him. He’s staring into you, as if looking into your soul, and you stutter your movements, all of the sudden getting nervous. 

It’s as if he senses the nerves, and brings a hand to the small of your back, trying to reassure and ground you silently.

You reach your hands up to cup his cheeks, before leaning in to kiss him. This one is different though, not like the intense one before. This one is slower, tongues just brushing over each other. Kissing like you have all the time in the world.

Your hands tangle in his hair as you slowly sink onto his length, pausing the kiss to moan in each other's mouths. 

As you bottom out, he holds your hips in place, not allowing you to start bouncing. “Just give me a minute, baby. You feel too good.” he sighs out.

You find it endearing how close he already is just from the kiss, and as much as you are tempted to start the game of control back up and just start bouncing, you stay still. 

You press your body against his in anticipation, so that your stomachs are pressed together. He feels so warm against you, and his arms circle around your back as he lets go of your hips. 

You take this as a green light and start bouncing on him, never breaking the contact of your forehead against his. 

He fills you up soooo perfectly, the curve in his cock dragging so deliciously along your g-spot. You can’t help but to speed up, the sounds of his balls slapping your wet pussy fill the booth. 

He’s circled his arms around your hips now, grabbing your ass and basically moving you up and down on his cock without you having to do any work. But even with that, the awkward position makes your legs burn and you start to slow down. 

“You getting tired baby?” he asks, and you nod. “Do you need me to help you?” he asks, to which you nod again. 

He wraps his arm underneath your thighs and picks you up out of the chair as if you weighed nothing. You knew those arms would come to good use. He sets you down on the edge of the counter before entering you again. 

You keep your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as he starts thrusting into you. This angle is different than before, allowing him to directly hit your g-spot every time.

His pace is somehow way more effective at pushing you to the edge than your own pace was, and you find yourself getting desperately close to your second orgasm. 

It’s as if he can read your mind, or it's probably just him feeling your pussy pulse around him tightly, but he smirks to himself. Almost too small for you to notice. But you do notice, and next thing you know he is pulling out and jacking his cock off in between you both. You whimper at the loss of him filling you up. 

“Help me cum and maybe I’ll let you cum again when I get you in my bed tonight,” he breathes out heavily. 

You huff out in frustration, but unfortunately, you are completely under his spell. You reach in between you both and take over jacking him off. Your other hand snakes around the back of his head, pulling it down towards you so you can whisper in his ear. 

“Maybe if you make me cum again tonight, I'll let you fill me up.” you whisper in his ear. 

That sends him over the edge, and he grabs the counter as he stutters in your hands, cumming all over your skirt. 

You giggle as his orgasm trails off. “You owe me a new skirt now I guess.” you say.

He catches his breath before scooping you up into his arms again. “I’ll buy you a hundred new skirts if you suck my dick my like that again.” 

With another giggle, you peck him on the nose. “So, does this mean I won the fight?” you ask. 

“I don’t know what makes you think that babygirl,” he chuckles as he sets you down. 

He hands you your shirt before finding his own. Still a gentleman even when he’s being an asshole. 

A door in the theatre opens, scaring the shit out of both of you. You both scramble into the spotlight room to put your clothes back on out of sight of the huge window.

“Hey guys! I know you’re here! The director just emailed me back with some tech notes.” Vernon yells from the audience. 

“Okay come on up, it's unlocked!” Seungcheol yells down to Vernon from the enclosed room, now fully dressed. 

He pecks you on the lips before rushing out of the room to his seat at the counter. Which you just fucked on.

You scramble to clean off your skirt with a tissue before rushing to your own chair and sitting down. But it isn’t until you sit down that you realize, you’re still not wearing panties. 

It’s as if Seungcheol reads your mind and you both lock eyes in terror. There are your panties sitting in the middle of the counter. 

The door opens and Vernon starts walking up the stairs to the booth as Seungcheol grabs your panties and haphazardly stuffs them in his pocket. 

“Hey guys, glad you're--” he stops in the middle of the sentence. “It smells like dick in here what the fuck??” he exclaims.

You hid your face, scared you might burst out laughing. 

Seungcheol takes the heat for you though, explaining it off as him leaving some leftovers in here overnight.

Vernon takes you both through some notes before leaving, with a peculiar expression on his face. 

Something tells you he has a suspicion, and you might be hearing some rumors tomorrow thanks to the nosy theatre bitches you surround yourself with…

It’s silent for a moment after Vernon leaves, before you both burst out laughing. 

“Okay well that was fun, but I’m getting my chair all wet. Can I have my underwear back now?” you ask after the laughter dies down. 

“Um, absolutely not! I’m keeping these,” Seungcheol says with a wink before turning back to his desktop to finally get to work. 

And later that night, you both get what you promised.

a/n: thank you for reading, and please reblog and leave feedback! 💕

[hausofmingi]

✧haus of mingi masterlist✧

| ♡ - smut | ☽ - angst

ateez

𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕚 his good girl ♡☽ (3.8K) mingi x afab reader [named] you work at a strip club and you have a favorite client... the world renowned kpop idol song mingi.

pairings

𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕩 𝕤𝕒𝕟 dumb baby ♡ (3.6K) wooyoung x san x afab reader wooyoung likes to make you jealous, so you recruit san to teach him a lesson.

seventeen

𝕤𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕠𝕝 spotlight ♡ (5.6K) seungcheol x afab reader you're so excited to get the opportunity to sound design your favorite show, Hadestown. but the new lighting guy really knows how to piss you off.

[hausofwoo]

open wide | park seonghwa

pairing: park seonghwa x afab!reader

word count: 5.7K

summary: you start working at a restaurant and everything seems to be going well; you work hard, you made friends, and even when you mess up, your coworkers still have your back… except for the bartender, seonghwa.

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, restaurant!au, bartender! and dom!seonghwa, enemies to lovers trope, HATE FUCK, oral (f and m receiving), pussy slapping, dick slapping, choking, hair pulling, edging, fingering, creampie, alcohol consumption, sex under the influence of alcohol (but both consenting), unprotected piv (WRAP IT UP BE SAFE), cumplay, dacryphilia, seonghwa is an asshole and reader is strangely attracted to it, degrading, reader gives switch vibes, VERY descriptive smut scene [i have no shame], seonghwa is HUNG, use of pet names (princess, baby, good girl, little slut), woosan allegations LMAO, lmk if i missed anything! also feat. server/work bestie!ryujin, server!wooyoung and san, food runner!mingi, and restaurant manager!hongjoong.

author’s note: me n my friend were talking about seonghwa and the thought of him *ahem* slapping his dick on ur face .. and it sent us into a spiral. i had to make dreams come true. thank u to @hausofmingi and T for being my beta-readers and for giving amazing feedback and ideas :-) this one goes out to all the restaurant girlies!

seonghwa was pissing you the fuck off.

working at a restaurant is already hard enough, but to have an enemy that you work with? it’s unbearable.

you were new to the industry when you started at the restaurant, and of course you got treated like you were stupid for the first few months. you almost expected it, since you had friends who worked at restaurants and they warned you that people will walk all over you for being “green.” you learned as fast as you could, making mistakes here and there. but eventually you felt as if you proved everyone there wrong; that you are a good server and you are hard working, despite your mistakes. you built a rapport with your coworkers, and they granted you grace when you needed it. everyone, except for him.

the bartender. god that fucking bartender. your manager hongjoong introduced you on your first day, and ever since you’ve been butting heads.

“this is seonghwa, our bartender,” hongjoong says, pointing out the black-haired man setting up the bar. “he’s been here since we opened, but he’s been in the industry for even longer.”

“oh, wow,” you exclaim, watching him splay out the non-slip mats around the bar.

“yeah, wow,” hongjoong laughs. “this guy can pour exactly an ounce of liquor without even looking. and he’s fast. you’ll learn a lot from him.”

the corner of seonghwa’s mouth quirks up in almost a smug way. he’s good and he knows it. with his legendary status came his cockiness.

“well i gotta grab some paperwork for you to finish up,” hongjoong says as heads to the back. “i’ll be back out in a sec.”

you stand by the bar, basically twiddling your thumbs. “it’s nice to meet you, i’m–"

“look, princess,” seonghwa interrupts. “as much as i love introducing myself to yet another newbie, i have more important things to do right now.”

and that was just the beginning, and not just for your newfound nickname.

the best way to sum up how he continues to treat you is from this one specific experience. you rang up drinks for your table, and you meant to put a vodka soda instead of a tequila soda. you noticed it right away so you immediately cancelled that order and rung it up correctly. you promptly went to the bar to tell seonghwa.

“hey, ignore that first ticket for the tequila soda, i sent a new ticket,” you called out. but when seonghwa turned, he had the drink already in his hand, looking like he was about to set it on the drink pass.

“oh.”

he grabbed the new ticket with his other hand, glanced at it briefly, looked at you, and then slammed the ticket onto the ticket spindle. he turned around and dumped the drink in the sink and started making the new drink.

“hey i’m sorry, it was a mistake,” you defended.

“yeah yeah, it’s fine, princess,” he said with an eye roll. he placed the new drink on the pass. you inspect his face, wondering if it really was fine. he scoffs and pushes the drink forward more. “just take your drink and go, it’s way too fucking busy to be standing around talking.”

maybe it wasn’t a big deal. maybe he was just in the weeds and was taking it out on you. that’s the thing about restaurants, when you’re in the middle of service and everyone’s running around, you kinda end up saying shit you don’t mean. it was never anything personal. you knew that because at the end of service, you’d finish up closing with your coworkers and have a shift beer, laughing it off like it didn’t happen. because it didn’t matter in the end, it was just a restaurant.

but seonghwa never joined. even tonight, when you, the other servers, and even the manager were sat around the bar having your drinks, he just quietly broke down the bar.

“hey seonghwa,” hongjoong calls after him. “don’t worry about the bar, i’ll take care of the rest of it. you guys had a really hard night. have your shift beer and chill.”

“no no, i’ve got it. i’m just gonna finish up and get out of here.” you watch him as he lifts up the floor mats and starts mopping the sticky floor. you turn to your coworker, ryujin, who’s sipping at her PBR.

“i think seonghwa hates me,” you say, just low enough under your other coworkers chatting.

“what?” she laughs. “no no, i don’t think so. he’s just kind of an asshole.”

you glance over at him as he’s wiping down the back counters. you turn back to her.

“i don’t know, he’s just always been kinda short with me.” you look down at your drink and fiddle with the tab. “i feel like he doesn’t really like me. i don’t know what i did.”

“listen,” ryujin starts, placing a hand on your shoulder. “he’s short with everyone. shit, i’ve been here like 2 years and i still know nothing about him. don’t worry about it. he’s just here for a check like everyone else.”

you watch as seonghwa starts to walk back to the kitchen, lifting his sweatshirt off of his form, and a sliver of skin peeks at the small of his back just below his t-shirt. you can’t look away until he’s out of your line of sight, and ryujin starts giggling next to you.

“wait a minute, do you like him or something?” ryujin whispers.

“no no!” you say. “it’s just—i feel like it’s easy for me to talk to everyone here. with him, he just brushes me off. and he started that stupid nickname. ‘princess’. it feels condescending.”

“well i don’t know,” ryujin shrugs. “i don’t think he likes to mix business with pleasure anyway, in any form.”

you nod and look to see seonghwa back at the register, counting the cash and pulling out tips. he walks over and hands each server their share of drink tips, leaving you last. you look up at him, but he doesn’t even look at you. he just places the money on the bar, and quickly turns to go back to the kitchen.

“okay,” you sigh. “well i’m gonna get out of here, i gotta get some sleep. are we still on for sunday celebration?”

“um yeah dude. i’m gonna need it after we deal with the sunday service crowd.” ryujin grabs her bag and starts heading to the door with you.

“sunday celebration.” it’s kind of like a fucked-up weekly tradition your restaurant has. the weekend drives all of the staff mad and then after service sunday night, (since the restaurant is closed on mondays) pretty much everyone working grabs a shift drink and books it to the dive bar a couple streets over. is it healthy? absolutely not. but is it kinda weirdly cathartic? absolutely it is.

and you really really needed it after sundays service. you got stuck with a 15-top who had all sorts of allergies and dietary restrictions. like who the hell has a lettuce allergy? are they just making it up because they just don’t like lettuce? and why the hell are you trying to order a house salad when the main ingredient is literally lettuce? plus their drink orders were nuts. a tequila on the rocks? JUST tequila? and what’s worse is that the guy ordered like 4 of them. you just finished ringing in his 5th one.

you walk up to the bar to grab the drink (because damn seonghwa is fast) and look up to see him turning to you.

“hey, you gotta cut that guy off after that drink,” he says while shaking a cocktail in a shaker.

“yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” you laugh dryly.

“you shouldn’t have even rang this one,” he says, setting the shaker down. “you know there’s a 4 drink max, right? that’s like, a policy we have.”

“oh, i didn’t know that i guess.” you stab the ticket on the spindle.

“yeah i guess not,” he says with a sharpness in his voice, and starts pouring the drink in the cocktail glass. “just don’t do it again, princess.”

yeah, maybe you didn’t know that rule. but why does he have to talk to you like that? you start walking towards your 15-top, past the kitchen. you must’ve been really in your head about what seonghwa said because you completely missed someone yelling “corner.”

what happened felt like hours long, but it was probably only a few seconds. the food runner mingi was walking out of the kitchen with 3 plates of food. when you were passing by the kitchen entrance, it was too quick to move, and down fell all 3 plates. it was a mess.

“oh my god mingi, i’m so sorry!” you exclaim. you immediately grab a broom and attempt to sweep what you can.

“don’t apologize to me, apologize to seonghwa,” mingi says meekly, picking up the pieces of broken plate. “it was going to his 2-top at the bar.”

fuck. you don’t even want to look at him. you know he’s pissed. you finish cleaning the last bit of your mess while mingi goes back and asks for a refire on those dishes. as soon as you throw out the trash, you feel tears start to well up in your eyes. you can’t cry in the front of house, it’s unprofessional. but you can’t cry in the kitchen, unless you want the whole back of house to pester you with questions. the only solution was one place, every server’s safe haven: the walk in freezer.

you close the frosty door behind you, letting out a deep sigh that turns quickly into a billowing cloud. then, the waterworks. you couldn’t even help it, it all became too much. maybe it was out of frustration or stress, either way, you really needed this cry. tears stream down your face, turning cold on your cheeks from the freezing air.

it was mostly frustrating because the whole reason this happened was because of seonghwa. he snapped at you for not knowing some stupid rule, and it caused you to lose focus. it’s his fault.

just when you felt yourself calming down, the freezer door opens swiftly. it was him.

“you wanna tell me why my table’s food was refired?” seonghwa spits, anger in his eyes. “they’re gonna have to wait another 10 minutes and they’ve already been waiting for their food for 20.”

“seonghwa, please,” you huff, trying to hold it together. “can i just have one more second?”

“no! i could be totally out of a tip from a table because of you.”

“dude, it was a mistake!” you defend. you feel backed into a corner. literally, the walk-in was tiny and you were basically pressed up against the cold wall with seonghwa hovering over you.

“you keep making these stupid mistakes. i don’t know why they even hired you, you know fucking nothing about restaurants.”

you stood in shock. you didn’t know what to say. seonghwa had this fire behind his eyes that almost scared you. his chest was puffing up and down, breathing heavily from adrenaline. a bead of sweat falls down his temple, threatening to fall from his face. why did suddenly… he look so… attractive? you were so confused by how your body was reacting. instead of pure hatred, suddenly you felt a pang of lust. what the hell was happening to you?

“you owe me, princess,” seonghwa mumbles.

and in a blink of an eye, he withdraws from the walk-in and slams the door behind him, leaving you completely disoriented.

at the end of service, you were BEAT. you slump back into the bar seat, crack open your shift drink, and take a hefty gulp. ryujin jumps into the seat next to you, already drinking her usual PBR.

“dude, tonight SUCKED,” she groans.

“tell me about it,” you mutter, counting your cash tips. “at least they tipped well, but at what cost?”

“the cost of my fucking sanity, that’s what,” ryujin whines. “please tell me you’re still down for celebration. please please pleeeease?”

“oh i am so down,” you say. you look at your other coworkers. “san, woo? you coming?”

“you bet i am,” wooyoung chuckles, gathering up his stuff. “i’m heading there now. c’mon san.”

san stands and starts heading out the door with wooyoung but then turns back. “wait, seonghwa, are you finally gonna come to sunday celebration?”

seonghwa places down the wine glass he was polishing. “maybe. we’ll see.” he turns to hang up the glass on the rack and for a moment, just a moment, he makes eye contact with you. you look away immediately and decide to put your attention back on your beer. you chug what’s left of it and toss the can in the trash.

“ryujin, let’s go."

you and your fellow servers took the booth in the back of the bar, your usual spot. a couple of them were complaining about the tables they had, some were playing an intense game of darts, while you nursed your mixed drink as ryujin rants about her situationship.

wooyoung slips into the seat next to you, grabbing his beer on the table. “remind me to never play darts with san again. he’s way too competitive.”

you laugh, “you know, you say that, but you always end up playing with him every sunday.”

wooyoung chuckles as he shrugs. he then looks around the bar. “wait, didn’t seonghwa say he was coming?”

“he said he MIGHT come,” san says as he slides into the booth. you can feel yourself retreating as soon as his name was brought up. “but you know him. he never hangs out with anyone outside work.”

“he’s probably still scrubbing the bar,” the food runner mingi chimes in. “that dude is a clean freak.”

“nothing wrong with that at a restaurant!” san says.

“hey i’m gonna grab another drink,” you mumble, standing up. “i’ll be right back.”

you walk over and lean against the bar and wait patiently for the bartender to get to you. you look around, sort of people-watching the sunday crowd. it’s all industry people, you know it. you turn your head back to see the bartender facing you.

“what can i get you?”

“oh, i’ll just take a vodka cran,” you force a smile. he nods and turns to make your drink.

“a vodka cranberry?” you hear a chuckle next to you. “i thought your go-to would be different.”

you look over and see seonghwa leaning on the bar and looking over at you. he wasn’t wearing his work clothes like you’re used to seeing him in. he was wearing jeans and a black tank with a leather jacket. he looked different. he looked…. really good.

“oh, you made it,” you say, trying not to sound annoyed. you gather yourself a bit. “oh, don’t judge me for my drink choice, okay? as much as i love our free shift drinks, i don’t really drink beer outside of work.”

“ah, i see.” he nods, definitely uninterested, and looks at the bartender who had already set your drink down and was waiting for you to pay. you dig through your bag, struggling to find your wallet. seonghwa notices and sighs. “i’ll just get this one and i’ll get a jack and coke.”

“you didn’t have to do that,” you look up to him in confusion.

“it’s whatever, just take your drink,” he doesn’t even look at you as the bartender hands his drink over and grabs seonghwa’s card that he set on the bar.

“oh. well thank you.” you sip at your drink. “i’m going back to the booth.”

he grabs his jack and coke and takes a quick drink. “darts?”

“um, okay?” you stutter, watching him walk past you to the dart board in the corner, and then following him with a look on your face that could only be described as complete and utter confusion.

“san, woo, wanna play teams?” you call across to your coworkers. they perk up and immediately jump over to the dartboard.

“me and san versus you and seonghwa?” woo asks, rubbing his palms together with a chuckle. “let’s say loser buys drinks?”

“i’m not really good at this,” you say laughing. “but i’ll do my best.”

“oh, great,” seonghwa scoffs as he writes both of your initials in the chalkboard by the dartboard. “just show me what you got.” he grabs the darts and places them in your hand, touch lingering a little longer than needed.

“you know,” you say to seonghwa as you close out 18 on the chalkboard, then passing the darts to san. “i really wasn’t expecting you to come out tonight.”

“we’ve begging him for what seems like years, man,” san chimes in, attempting but eventually failing to hit bullseye. yet somehow team woosan is still beating you. he grabs the darts to hand to seonghwa.

“yeah, what changed?” wooyoung says as he leans against a chair.

“i wasn’t really expecting to come out either,” seonghwa admits. “i guess i wanted to see what sunday celebration was all about.” he closes out 17 and 19. why is he so good at everything?

“i mean it’s just all of us getting drunk to get over a shitty shift,” you watch as he tosses the darts to wooyoung for his turn. “so it’s really not much.”

“did you have a shitty shift?” he asks, turning to face you directly.

“w-well, yeah,” you mumble, uncomfortable by the attentiveness. woo quickly hands the darts to you and goes back to a conversation he’s having with san. you look down at the darts in your hands. “look, i know i made a mistake but i really didn’t know that rule about the drinks. and it got me in my head and then mingi came with your table’s food and—“

he rolls his eyes. “you just make a lot of rookie mistakes. you’ll learn.”

you completely abandon the game of darts at this point. “dude, you gotta stop talking to me like that.”

“like what?” he says with a smirk. does he think this is funny?

“like you think i’m stupid or something,” you say, slightly pushing his shoulder. “i’m not stupid. yeah, you’ve been in the industry way longer than me, but we all have to start somewhere.” you grab your bag and walk over to the booth, san and woo protesting behind you. you slouch next to ryujin with a sigh.

“what the hell just happened?” ryujin questions, looking back at seonghwa by the dartboard.

“seonghwa’s being a dick to me, once again.” you exhale deeply. “let’s get another drink.”

as the night went on, your coworkers start filing out one by one. san and wooyoung were one of the last to leave together (something going on there?) and you’re left in front of the bar, struggling to find an uber. your apartment is definitely walking distance, but not at this time of night. the real issue was getting a fucking ride. every uber was at least 20 minutes away. you looked back through the bar window and saw the bartender starting to close up. shit, it’s almost 1 am. you look back down to your phone and consider downloading lyft for maybe the 2nd time in your life.

“what are you still doing here?” you hear a voice behind you. you look back and it’s seonghwa, pulling his keys out of his pocket.

“i should be asking you the same thing,” you mutter. when will he leave you alone?

“can’t find an uber?” he questions, pointing down at your phone.

“yeah, its fine though,” you brush him off.

“you live close by right?” he asks, annoyance in his voice. “i’ll just drop you off.”

“no, really,” you huff. “i don’t need your help.”

“look princess,” he looks to you intently. “i’m not gonna let you wait outside a bar at this hour. i’m not that big of an asshole.”

you consider for a moment. he’s definitely right. it’s late, and staying outside a closed bar this late can lead to trouble.

“fine. but stop calling me princess.”

when he pulls up to your apartment building, you start to have an internal war with yourself. you can’t help but have this anger in the pit of your stomach that’s eating you up.

“you look deep in thought,” seonghwa says impatiently.

“yeah, uh,” you mumble. “i just.. i need to know, why do you hate me?”

seonghwa pulls the car in a spot and parks. “i don’t hate you, necessarily…” he starts.

“you just think you’re better than me?” you pry, irritated.

“i mean, i have been in the industry longer than you…” he smiles smugly.

“there you go again,” you throw your hands up, hatred scratching at your throat. “you are so belittling to me! you think you’re hot shit, huh?”

“do you think i am?” he smiles at the corner of his mouth, and lets out a dry chuckle.

“i think i can’t fucking stand you.”

he looks intently at your face, and you swear, he glances at your lips.

and that’s when he leans in and kisses you. it takes you by complete surprise, and you pull back. you look at each other with a newfound yet curious lust. for a beat, for just a moment, you both look at each other with the same understanding. you want to kiss him again. you grab his face and pull him back in. the kiss was all-consuming. you feel a wave of energy course through you, as if every neuron in you was lit up. it was almost dizzying. he holds the side of your face, grazing past your ear and the holding the nape of your neck. every touch felt like fire.

he slides his tongue through your lips and deepens the kiss, which makes you melt more into him. you feel his arm wrap around your waist and moves you closer. you felt a rush of heat run through you, but then seonghwa pulls back slightly.

“let’s go inside?” he asks, his voice low.

with no reply, you both get out and you take him up to your apartment and to your room, closing the door behind you. he stands close to you, pushing you up against the door and kissing you up your neck and jaw until his lips meet yours again. he slots his leg between yours and presses himself against your heat, grinding as he devours you.

you turn to push him against the wall and sank down to your knees.

“fuuuck,” he groans, smiling as he slips his shirt off. “i like this view.”

“shut up, asshole,” you snap as you unzip his jeans, pulling them down. you look up to see a bulge pressing through his black underwear. god, you can tell it’s fucking big. you graze your fingers over it, teasing him. he lets out a heavy sigh, and you feel him twitch under you.

“i need you to touch me now,” he says grabbing the back of your head.

“yeah? or what?” you tease, just barely holding the length of him.

“c’mon princess,” he says with a cocky smirk. that fucking nickname. he moves his underwear down to reveal his hard cock hanging heavy by your lips. your mouth opens as you stare up at his length. he’s really big. “oh baby, are you already cock-drunk before even touching it?”

you sat in shock at the sheer size of him. he grabs your chin and moves himself closer to your face.

“open,” he says, tapping his dick on your lips. you open up to take him in your mouth, with him groaning at the warm, wet feeling.

twirling your tongue around his length, you earn a pleased moan from seonghwa’s lips. you take as much of him as you can in your mouth, nearly gagging but pushing through. you can feel him twitching in the back of your throat, which makes you hum with satisfaction.

“yeah,” he hisses, pulling his length out a bit and slowly thrusting back into your mouth. “take my cock just like that, baby.”

he pushes into your throat and pulls out again, this time out completely. a string of saliva still connects between his dick and your lips. he grabs himself and slaps it on your face by your open mouth, your jaw going slack and your tongue out to taste him.

“ahh, such a good girl,” he smirks down at you, slapping his dick on your face again. he grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes your mouth back on his cock.

you grab the base and start sucking like your life depends on it, going from the base to the tip, where you swirl your tongue around him. you regain a little control back, stroking and twisting up his length and sucking at his tip, and you can taste the precum pooling into your mouth. you feel him thrusting into your throat, tugging at your hair and pushing you deeper onto him. you can’t help but let out a whimper at the feeling.

“fuuuck, you like that, you little slut?” he tugs you off his cock by your hair. “you like when i fuck your mouth? keep doing that for me.”

you lost all control in that moment. you can only do as you’re told. you open your mouth like a good girl, and suck. he pistons into you, hitting the back of your throat over and over. tears prick the corners of your eyes, but you don’t care. you only want to please him. you moan onto his cock, forcing yourself to not gag from his size. the vibrations in your throat only drive him more mad, and you can tell from his deep moans and the hardening of his cock. he’s definitely close.

the grip around your hair tightens while he continues to bob you up and down his cock. your eyes flutter shut and tears start to fall down your cheeks, and you hold his thighs, nails digging crescents into his skin. he continues to hiss and moan in praise, loving the way you’re sputtering around his cock and leaving spit running down your chin. you take all the power left in you to lap at the underside of his cock, causing him to groan loudly and pull you off of him.

“open wide for me, princess,” he says, stroking himself above you. you obey and lay your tongue flat for him, ready to take his load. he lets out a long moan, spurting all around and into your mouth. you lick up every drop remaining from his tip as he comes down from his high.

just as you regain your composure, he’s helping you take your shirt off and kissing your spit and cum covered mouth. he pushes you backwards until the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed. you fall back and let him slide your pants off, leaving you just in your bra and (fucking soaked) underwear. he falls to his knees as he goes down to kiss your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to your wet heat. when he goes to lick the wet spot in your underwear, licking a stripe up to your clit, you let out a small gasp.

“so sensitive,” he grins, lifting his head up and moving to take off your underwear. he grabs your thighs and pushes your legs back so your pussy is in full view for him.

“and so fucking wet for me…” he trails off before he dives down to devour you.

he laps at your wet hole, savoring the taste and the way it contracts around nothing. his tongue leads up to your clit, earning a sharp moan from you. liking the way you sound, he does the same pattern, making you whine with pleasure. he looks up to you, a moaning mess, and flicks at your bud teasingly, as if he’s mocking you. he hums in amusement.

“hold this,” he releases your leg for you to grab, keeping you spread open for him. he places his fingers on your clit, circling a bit before dipping down to your hole, just at the surface. you can’t help but clench. “so eager.”

he plunges his middle two fingers into you, your tightness gripping around him. he lowers his mouth back to your clit, swirling around as he begins finger fucking you. he’s eating you like he’s fucking starved. the stimulation had you gripping the sheets, whimpering.

he hums against your pussy, kissing and sucking at your clit. “mmm, fuck,” he smiles with a moan. “so good…”

you can’t help but grab the back of his head, gripping onto his hair while you works his fingers and mouth on you. he twirls his tongue around your clit all while curling his fingers in you, hitting that sweet spot.

“s-seonghwa,” you let out. “don’t stop, it feels so fucking good.”

out of defiance, he pulls off of you completely, your legs dropping down and making you ache from the loss of being filled. you can’t help but buck your hips up, desperate for him to touch you. he runs his hand back onto your pussy, spreading his fingers around your bud, avoiding touching it. and then, he slaps your wet cunt. you wince, partly from pain, but also from the stimulation. your bundle of nerves prickles and reddens the wet skin.

“mmm, dirty slut,” he laughs dryly, sadistically. “so desperate to cum. you want to cum for me?”

you nod, a little too impatiently.

“tell me.” he circles his fingers around your dripping hole again.

“fuck,” you let out, exasperated. “please, seonghwa. please let me cum.”

with a smirk, he drives his fingers back into you and latches onto your clit, working at a steady but meticulous pace. when your hips start grinding against his mouth, he holds you down, and continues working you. he swirls his tongue around your clit just right, and massages at your sweet spot. you feel your orgasm building in your stomach, like a cord about to snap. you feel heat rush through your entire body like a wave.

“i’m cumming,” you barely moan out, completely overtaken by pleasure. seonghwa relentlessly works you through it, moaning against you as you climax. he laps at your clit, trying to get every drop of your orgasm. he doesn’t stop until you have to grab his head and lift it.

he looks up at you with an intense lust in his eyes, and his mouth and chin soaked from your juices.

“you drive me fucking crazy,” you sigh as you watch him stand up and lean over you. he pushes you back to the head of the bed, on his knees and slotting between your thighs.

eating you out must have really turned him on, because his cock is hanging heavy between you, red and leaking with precum. he guides his dick up and down your sensitive cunt, gathering your wetness up to stimulate your clit. he groans looking down at the sight.

he eases his way into you, gripping your thighs to keep from snapping his hips into you. your mouth goes slack at the sensation, and you try to stifle back a moan. he inches his way into you, thrusting slowly until he bottoms out.

“fuck, princess,” he sighs, and he feels you clench around his length.

he leans forward to hover over you, slowly thrusting into your heat. he grabs the nape of your neck and kisses you deeply, letting you moan in his mouth. each thrust he pounds into you makes you melt into each other more, desperate to feel every inch of one another. the rolls of his hips hitting deep caverns of your cunt makes you dizzy from stimulation. the squelching sound of your wet pussy makes him pull away, now grabbing at your throat hard enough to where it hurts a little, but hurts so good.

“tell me you’re my little slut,” he spits at you, thrusting deeper inside of you.

“i-i’m your little slut,” you say between moans, completely lost in his trance. he has all the power over you.

he releases your neck and lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, making him reach a completely new angle inside of you. he pistons into you with determination, and reaches down to toy with your clit. you begin to see stars.

“you’re so fucking tight,” he hisses, relishing the squeezing of your core.

his hips snap into a faster pace, all while mercilessly thumbing at your clit. the stimulation becomes all too much for you, and you feel yourself reaching another high.

“oh my god don’t stop, please seonghwa don’t stop,” you moan, unintentionally clenching around his length.

“yeah baby, cum on my cock,” he smiles down at you. “just like that.”

you can’t even think, all you can grasp is how good this man feels on top of you, how good he feels /in/ you, how full you feel. your breath hitches as a wave of pleasure courses through your body, sending you into a blissed out state. your moans are matched by seonghwa, him fucking your contracting cunt, as if it’s begging to milk him dry. he continues to thrust into your overstimulated core until he releases his hot ropes of cum into you, completely filling you up.

he finally slows down his movement, both your breathing heavy and irregular. he pulls out of you with a hiss, watching your pulsing core as his release slowly spills out of you.

“jesus christ,” he groans at the sight. as if he couldn’t resist, he brings his head down and licks up your core, swallowing the liquid. once every drop is savored, he lifts up to level with you. he then places a kiss on your lips, suddenly soft, and very unexpected.

without a word, he grabs you by the waist and holds you close, allowing you to rest your head on his chest. he softly brushes his fingers through your hair.

and just like that, you both drift off to sleep with only one thing on your mind. what just happened, and what the hell is going to happen next?

a/n: this is my first real fic on the internet yall!! im so new to this but i had so much fun. i hope u did too! stay tuned for part 2, but for now please leave feedback ♥

[hausofmingi]

MY BESTIE plz go like and reblog they worked so hard

[cbini]

honey’s

pairing: hwang hyunjin x afab!reader

warnings: sex shop owner!hyunjin, exhibitionism, fingering, sexual enhancers, dirty talk, nipple clamps, pussy pumping, vibrators, ~special guests~, slight reader x special guests, rule 63!, spoiler alert… minsung minsunging, overstimulation, protected sex, cumming in mouth, cum kissing

a/n: thank you to my 🌵 anon for sending in the ask that inspired this baby! i hope this little fic does it justice and that you (and everyone else) enjoy it! happy new year my friends!!!! 🪩🥳🎈🍾 also this is the pic im referencing at the beginning! i feel like it would look super cool in hyunjin’s specific art style.

the store’s a lot more artsy than you remember it being. 

it’s the same store you bought your last little friend from, and now you’re in dire need of a new one. that’s your newest revelation, courtesy of one too many accidental edging sessions when your vibrator slows to a stop just as you’re about to cum… no matter how long you charge it for. 

it might be less embarrassing to buy a toy or two or three online, but you want to hold it in your hands. you want to see it for yourself before making your big decision. 

this is the prettiest sex shop you’ve ever been in, but it surely didn’t look like this the last time you came. maybe the shop is under new management? the walls are stark white with nearly floor-to-ceiling length pink and white cabinets spanning some of the area. glass shelves line the cabinets to display toy sets and other erotic memorabilia. you’re amazed by how the newly decorated shop manages to look both minimalist and maximalist at once. 

there’s a cursive, LED sign on the wall that reads: honey’s. 

and luckily for you, it seems you’re honey’s first customer of the day. 

despite the contents that fill the shelves before you, your eyes are first drawn to the erotic paintings that are hung on the walls. the paintings are beautiful, and you’re struck by the sensuality that emanates from them. couples lovingly entwined, tongues clashing, a dripping cunt spread open like a blooming flower. 

you’re drawn to the one in the far corner, feet carrying you there before you even think to look at the selection of toys the shop has to offer. 

it’s a woman, bare chested and beautiful, but you’ve never seen anything like this before. painted inside the swell of her glass-looking breasts is a snowy landscape that beholds a quaint little log cabin with warm lights aglow on the inside. there are snow capped trees and a rounded snowman with a top hat and carrot nose. the breast closest to you is cracked open and spills crystalline snow down the woman’s body. 

“i haven’t had time to take down all of my christmas decorations yet,” comes a voice from behind you. you whirl around to find the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life; of course you’re going to run into a literal sex god in this damned store. “that one’s my favorite.”

“it’s- wow, yeah. it’s beautiful! i’ve never seen anything like it before. do you know who the artist is? i don’t think i see a signature.” you’d love to see if they have any other works this unique.

“ah, i don’t know if i’d say artist right yet. i just- well, it’s only something i do in my spare time.” 

your eyes widen and you point at him, then the painting, then back at him again. the man laughs and shyly nods his head. 

“i kinda did all of them.” his head turns to the side and you see him eyeing his own paintings that adorn the white walls of the building. “oh! please, that’s not important. can i help you find anything? are you looking for something in particular?” 

it’s just then that you see the nametag on his shirt. hyunjin is written carefully on the laminated paper, completed by a flower hanging delicately off the end of the n. owner/manager is printed neatly underneath. 

it might be his job to help you, but his questions still catch you off guard. are you looking for anything in particular? another vibrator might be nice, but what if you want to try something different? or maybe you could buy more than one thing. you don’t know where to start though, so his help would actually be appreciated. 

“i actually kind of- well, i dunno what exactly i’m looking for. just browsing for now, i guess?” comes your answer. hyunjin hums and points to one of the shelves that’s closest to you. he must know you need some guidance. boy, do you.

hyunjin steps closer to the shelf and picks up one of the display toys, holding it out to you. god, embarrassingly enough, just seeing this gorgeous man holding the phallic shaped toy has your pussy throbbing in the confine of your jeans. 

“these are popular,” hyunjin notes, fingers gently gliding over the ridges and bumps of the toy. “our rabbit vibrators sell really well. we carry three kinds, see? this pink one right up here is a thruster, so if you like deep penetration this might be one you would enjoy. the one i’m holding is a- wait. yeah, this one rotates. the shaft rotates. see these little beads? those just give you some extra stimulation inside. and then lastly, this one over here is a g-spot massager. the tip curves so it vibrates right on your g-spot.”

you have to fight your jaw from dropping. this is his job; it’s literally his store. of course he knows about every single one of its toys and their functions. as he’s describing them though, you can’t help but imagine him using them on you. would he tie you up? make you beg for him to turn on the vibrations before fucking you senseless? maybe he’s not the type to make you beg and grovel for him to give you what you want. he seems like a sweetheart, a real loverboy. what if he just made you cum over and over again for his pleasure too? could he make you squirt? you bet he could. easily.

“these little ears are important too though.” hyunjin’s fingers stroke the small rabbit ears of the toy, and then he shows you his ring and middle fingers, moving them one at a time. “they vibrate too. you put ‘em right on your clit so she gets some stimulation too.” he must see you staring in awe at his hands, so you don’t even notice the small shy smile that graces his features. 

hyunjin puts the toy back in its display and turns around to walk to another shelf, and you follow him blindly. you listen as hyunjin tells you all about his best selling toys and his more unique ones. he even takes you by a section of the store that has lingerie and roleplay outfits. the man is truly good at his job. he’s well versed in the products that he carries, but he’s even better at making you fucking horny. at least you know you’ll have absolutely no issue cumming when you get home, whether you have a new toy or not. your hands and the memory of hyunjin’s erotic words will surely be more than enough to get you there. 

“you must be so tired of hearing my voice now, i’ve been talking your ear off for twenty minutes! please, feel free to look around some more and i can wait for you at the register.” hyunjin lightly bows to you a couple of times and swiftly turns around to make his way to the cash register. 

in truth, you’re not ready for him to leave you yet. you enjoyed listening to him talk, not only because it gives you spank bank material for later but because you can tell how much he genuinely enjoys his job and cares about his customers finding pleasure. you grab a box of the g-spot rabbit vibrator from earlier and immediately make your way to the counter to be close to hyunjin again. 

the glass counter is just as erotic as the rest of his store. flavored lubes, condoms, bullet vibrators, cockrings, and sexual enhancers line the glass shelves of the counter, and you can’t help but look diligently at everything that hyunjin’s store has to offer. 

the laminated piece of paper that’s taped carefully to the top of the counter catches your eye when you place your new vibrator in hyunjin’s reach.

demonstration model(s) wanted!! come find hyunjin to discuss options if interested :)

hyunjin watches you read the notice once, twice, and when you look up at him he’s already looking at you. you can’t place the look on his face, but it makes you even more curious about the letter. 

“demonstration models? like for what?”

“for honey’s, honey,” hyunjin says, playing coy with you. “sometimes people come in and don’t know what they want. what they’re into or interested in… i can explain how things work all day, you know, but it might just be easier to show them.”

no fucking way. 

a demonstration model for sex toys? 

hyunjin must see the confused look in your eyes, and he gives you a goofy giggle in response. it easily lightens the mood and makes you laugh with him. 

“maybe it sounds scarier than it is? i mean, i would be the one using them on y- um. the model! you know? or maybe it’s just plain weird? no one’s really asked about it, so, i dunno. i just think it could be helpful! something fun and an easy way to show customers how things work.” 

hyunjin… hyunjin using sex toys on you? using you to sell his products and help people explore sexually? you’re trying to explore sexually after all, so maybe it doesn’t actually sound as bizarre as you originally thought it did. 

hyunjin hasn’t even moved to start ringing your rabbit vibrator up, and you place your elbows on the counter and scrub at your eyes in contemplation. you can’t believe you’re about to do this.

“what if i might be interested? in that? would i be okay?”

hyunjin’s dark eyes trail from your eyes to your lips, and he licks his own. holy shit. 

“i think you’d be perfect.”

that’s how you find yourself naked and waiting not even fifteen minutes later. you didn’t notice the small, black velvet loveseat that’s nestled to the side of the counter. you can’t help but think it’s a little cute that hyunjin had already prepared for this even though no one had asked him about his demonstration notice. 

goosebumps prickle on your legs when hyunjin runs an elegant hand up your thigh and smiles at you, brown eyes squinting and cheeks bunching in delight. 

“that’s fucking gorgeous,” he coos. hyunjin’s fingers are treading tenderly on the mound of your cunt, tracing patterns that only he can make out. you haven’t shaved. you didn’t exactly leave your apartment in preparation to be played with and possibly fucked in public. hyunjin visibly loves the hair that adorns your nether region though, so you can’t help but preen under his much wanted attention. he’s propped delicately on the edge of the couch so he can take all of you in fully. 

the first touch of his fingers to your cunt makes your eyes flutter. 

“that’s right, that’s perfect. just enjoy it,” hyunjin hums. your pussy’s already wet; it’s been soaked for as long as you can remember, and hyunjin’s deft fingers quickly make themselves comfortable with your aching cunt. your legs are already spread wide, and with his hand on your thigh, you wouldn’t dream of closing them now. 

hyunjin drags his hand away from your center so that he can lick two of his fingers and bring them back down to your clit. he rubs it just firm enough to have your toes curling, and he gives you a wicked grin when he sees how your body reacts to his touches. as if you’re not already wet enough, hyunjin leans down and spits directly down onto your clit. he catches it with his fingers and spreads it around. 

“fuck, listen to that.” you can’t help but listen to it. you’re sure the shops across the street can hear the wet sounds of hyunjin’s fingers and spit making an even bigger mess of your cunt. he works his fingers faster, and you hold your breath when the sloppy sound gets louder throughout the open space of the shop. 

just as you’re about to start fucking his hand, he pulls away. hyunjin leans towards the counter, but he’s not gone long. he turns his body back towards you and shows you one of the jars that came from the center shelf of the counter.

you silently read the words in swirly font and whine, and all hyunjin does is giggle.

“read it for me, angel.”

“m-make- make me cum. clit s-sensitizer,” you stutter. “it’s- oh hyunjin, ‘m already so sensitive.”

he only hums in response and unscrews the top of the small jar, taking a small dab on his index finger. “it’ll make your pretty pussy feel even better. hyunjinnie’s just gonna put a little bit on your cute little clit, okay?” 

he does just as he says, taking his index finger and gently rubbing your clit with it. the coolness of the gel makes you shudder, and hyunjin soothes you with a warm hand to your side. 

“we’ll just give it fifteen minutes to settle, yes? it’s gonna get your clit all tingly. make it so much easier for me to make it cum.”

he sounds so confident in it, but you know he wouldn’t have trouble making you cum even without the gel. you don’t have time to wonder what you’ll do for the next fifteen minutes while you wait for the clit sensitizer to sensitize because hyunjin tells you to just sit there and look pretty. he still has a store to run, so you settle on watching hyunjin piddle around the store and restock some things. 

it doesn’t take long for you to start feeling the impact of that little amount of gel hyunjin rubbed on you. he was right though, as he always seems to be. your clit starts to tingle slightly and it sends a shiver down your spine. 

everything catches up to you quickly, and before you know it, your hand is between your spread legs rubbing at your sensitive clit. 

“o-oh, hyunjin. hyunjin!” you cry, and he looks over at you from his spot in front of one of the displays. his eyes are dark and yearning, and you find yourself putting on a show for him without a second thought. 

hyunjin once again joins you on the velvet loveseat and licks his fingers again, bringing two down to tease at your clenching hole while you circle your clit. 

“gotta- hyunjinnie, you’ve gotta be gentle with me. please? i haven’t had anything inside in a while.” you’re not even being coy, you’re telling him the truth, but he moans all the same.

“promise i’ll be gentle, sweetheart. gonna get you ready. get your pussy so relaxed you’ll wanna take it all.” you don’t know what all entails, but you already want it. he looks at you and with your nod of confirmation, works one long finger inside of you. your head thunks against the backrest of the loveseat, and hyunjin curls his finger just right. 

“i- oh, i’m gonna cum, like, right now. hyunjin, ‘m gonna cum already!” you’re squirming so hard you almost knee him off the loveseat, but he follows your movements diligently so he can help get you there. 

he almost growls at your confession and keeps the pace of his finger steady inside you. your fingers slip and slide against your clit, and hyunjin looks at you in awe. the combination of his reverent gaze, his fingers, and the tingling on your clit is too much to handle. 

“see? you feel it, angel? keep rubbing like that and i’ll keep my finger in this little hole, okay? go ahead and cum so i can give you another.”

it’s easy to cum with hyunjin coaxing you like that, and your back bows off the loveseat when you do. your legs clamp shut around his and your hand, but they both keep moving slightly until you’re pulling your own fingers away and tapping at hyunjin’s delicate wrist. 

he looks into your eyes from his spot beside you, and you smile at the same time. 

“how was that?” hyunjin asks. like he really needs to.

you scoff, but it turns into a genuine laugh. “that was crazy! i don’t think i’ve ever cum that fast in my life. except for maybe, like, the first time i ever used a vibe.” 

hyunjin laughs too and sucks his finger clean. if he keeps that up you’ll be ready to go again in no time. the clit sensitizer is still definitely putting in work. 

“well get ready, honey. we’ve got a long day ahead of us.”

hyunjin does have to work, despite you sitting naked and pretty on his little velvet couch. you watch him respond to several emails and pack a few orders to ship out later in the week, but ultimately the day is going by a little slowly. nothing nearly to complain about; spending time with hyunjin is proving to be one of your new favorite things in life, but you do wonder how long he’ll want you like this if no one other than you steps foot into honey’s today. 

your thought quickly proves moot when the door chimes, and you hear the voice of someone talking on the phone.

“okay. okay- yes~ you’ll just have to see when you get home, jagi. i just walked in. yop, bye.” 

oh holy shit, it’s happening. 

you’re hidden from the entrance by the many displays in hyunjin’s shop, but the second the customer steps closer to the counter you’ll be spotted. 

hyunjin gives you a wink and rounds the counter to go greet his second customer of the day.

“lee minho-ssi, back so soon?” hyunjin teases. 

“yeh,” comes the man’s quick response. “take me to your nipple clamps.”

you have to fight a whimper at that. what is this sorcery? even thinking about hyunjin using nipple clamps on you has your own nipples hardening in record time. you can hear the two men talking from the other side of the room, and you’re aching to be touched again. 

it doesn’t take too long for you to hear steps coming your way. you see hyunjin first, and in his hands is a pair of nipple clamps. he wiggles his eyebrows at you before stepping behind the counter and waiting for the other man to follow. 

minho is just as gorgeous as hyunjin is, how unfair is this! he’s carrying another pair of clamps in his hands, and all he does is blink when he sees you behind the counter. 

“hyunjinnie, i think that sex doll is alive,” minho says, eyeing you up and down. 

“my dolls are in the back~” hyunjin sing-songs. “my demonstration model! hyung, my model.” 

“ah, i see,” minho responds and taps a small finger on the glass of the counter. 

hyunjin reaches back and pets your head. 

“so look, you’re not sure which one to buy, right? we can help you decide!”

you thought hyunjin had a wicked grin when he was acting mischievous; he has nothing on lee minho. that crooked front tooth would be cute if he didn’t have such a naughty glint in his eye.

hyunjin takes the pair of nipple clamps that he’s holding and sits beside you on the loveseat once more. you’ve never worn clamps before, but they’ve always peaked your interest. the particular ones that hyunjin is holding don’t look too compromising. the tips of the clamps are covered with rubber to help hold them in place and provide a cushion for its wearer, but hanging off the end of the clamps is a cluster of black feathers. 

“okay, honey. see this little screw right here?” hyunjin brings the clamp closer to your face so that he can point out the screw to you, and you watch him fiddle with it. “i’m gonna losen it before i put it on you, yes? we can tighten it as we go once i know you feel comfortable.”

“thank you for taking care of me, hyunjinnie.” you can’t help but say it. he’s been so good to you all day, and he leans in and places a soft kiss to the breast closest to him in thanks. 

your nipples aren’t as hard as they were a few minutes ago, but hyunjin blows lightly on one, then the other, causing them to pebble and harden once again. he starts with one nipple, slowly easing the clamp shut on the peak of it. you gasp at the pressure. it’s not bad at all, definitely a unique feeling, and it has you biting your lip and squeezing your thighs together. 

“i think your little dolly likes it,” minho hums. he’s leaned against the counter, casually clamping and unclamping one of the clamps he has in his hand.

“you want it a little tighter or is it fine like this?” hyunjin asks, flicking at the cluster of feathers and grinning when it tickles the sensitive skin of your chest. 

“little- little tighter. yeah,” you breathe. you can handle that. your thighs continue to squeeze sporadically as hyunjin tightens the screw on the clamp. “t-there! that. holy fuck.”

hyunjin repeats the process with your other nipple, clamping it softly and tightening the tips of the clamp to your liking. when he’s done, he gets up to stand by minho so he can get the full picture of you. he nods his head firmly and sits back down beside you once he’s looked his fill. 

“yes, no, maybe so?” hyunjin asks, looking at minho for confirmation. 

“the feathers are a nice touch. do they tickle?”

“y-yeah, um. they do a little bit,” you respond. 

hyunjin takes your breasts in his large hands and jiggles them, causing the feathers to brush against your skin with the movements. you quiver, and a whimper leaves your lips. 

“definitely a contender. let’s look at the other one,” minho suggests, and hyunjin gently unclamps your nipples. they’re tender already just from the short amount of time he had them on you, but you find that you really don’t mind the feeling. they ache, and you wish that hyunjin would soothe them with his tongue. 

the other pair is a little more intimidating, but you have a feeling that this is the one minho’s going to go with. hyunjin says this pair is considered a nipple grip. the silver outline of a flower goes around your nipple, and there are four small screws that hyunjin will need to tighten in order for the grip to stay in place on your nipple. he repeats the process with you delicately just like he did with the last pair.

the biggest difference between the pairs is that this one has a weighted ball chained to the grips. the screws stimulate your nipples and give you that perfect mix of pain and pleasure, and the weighted ball definitely adds to it.

“depending on your partner’s preferences, you can change the ball. you can go heavier, lighter, whatever,” hyunjin tells the other man, and he nods. 

“how’s the weight?” minho addresses you again. 

“it’s- not too bad? i think i’m ge- getting used to it, kinda.” you bite your lips and look down at your nipples. you already know they’re going to be swollen when hyunjin takes the grips off you.

“not too bad?” minho asks again, and you shake your head. he moves to stand in front of you though and crouches down so he’s eye level with your face. he uses both hands and lifts the balls of the nipple grips with one finger each, taking the added weight off of your nipples. your breath hitches in relief, but it doesn’t last for long. minho takes his hands away immediately and the balls drop, and you squeal. the weight tugs on your overly sensitive nipples, and hyunjin holds you as you thrash. 

minho pets your hair and smiles that devilish bunny smile again.

“i’ll take them both.”

much to your enjoyment, hyunjin does soothe your nipples with his mouth after he rings minho up for his purchases and sees him out the door. his lips are plush and soft, and his tongue flicks at your nipples just gentle enough after their rough treatment. 

your hands card through his dark purple hair, and he sighs against the skin of your chest. his arms are wrapped protectively around you, almost as if he’s enjoying this as much as you are. 

you’re both pulled out of your shared moment of relaxation when the door chimes once again. “yah, hwang hyunjin! where are you hiding?” 

hyunjin grumbles against your chest and pulls away with a grimace, like he’d rather stay here than do anything else. he pats your thigh and slowly gets up, adjusting himself in his pants before making his way to whoever now stands inside. 

“ah, hyung. no need to yell, i’m right here!” you hear hyunjin let out an undignified oof! and you have to hold in a laugh when you assume he just got bearhugged. “changbinnie hyung, i can’t breathe.”

you don’t hear much else for a few minutes. hyunjin must be walking with changbin while he peruses the store. at least with minho, he announced right away what he was looking for. now, with this new guy, the anticipation is almost killing you. you’re lost in your thoughts when you finally see hyunjin once again returning to the counter, this time changbin is right on his heels. 

“oh? who’s this?” he greets you normally like you’re not sitting there ass naked on a loveseat. changbin bows his head lightly and waves a hand at you. you wave back. 

“changbin hyung, my demonstration model!”

they must have talked about this before because changbin snaps his fingers in acknowledgement, an excited ahh! leaving his lips. 

“well, your model is really going to come in handy because i have no clue how to use this,” changbin says, fiddling with the box you’re not sure how you missed him set on the check-out counter. hyunjin hums in acknowledgement and opens the box to remove its contents, and even you’re confused with what it is. a breathing mask?

once again, the spot next to you is taken by hyunjin. he lets you hold the toy, the whatever it is, and you turn it over in your hands. 

“have you ever heard of a pussy pump, sweetheart?” it still sends you reeling that hyunjin can just talk like that so freely. 

you’ve heard of one before, but you didn’t know this is what it was. 

“here, watch me. this cup is gonna go over your cute little cunt, right? i’m gonna put some lube around the edges so it seals tight and place it right over your pussy. you can hold it in place for me, and then i’m gonna squeeze this bulb right here on the end of this tube, you see? every time i squeeze it, it’s gonna create a suction that makes your pussy all puffy.” he looks at changbin, and the older man nods along to show that he’s paying close attention. hyunjin looks back at you again. “it’s gonna get your pussy all chubby because of the increased blood, and it’ll be so sensitive and feel so good. it might sound a little scary, but all we have to do is press this little release valve right here, and it’ll break the seal so i can take it off.”

you’ve never done anything like that in your life, and truth be told it makes you a little nervous. trying new things is always a little bit nerve wracking, but even though you just met him today, you trust hyunjin. 

“hey, if you don’t want to do it, that’s okay. i can just buy it and test it out first with someone when i get the chance. i’m a big boy, i can figure it out myself,” changbin says, sensing your nerves. 

but you want to try it.

“yeah? you do?” hyunjin asks. he seems to be pretty excited about your decision himself.

“yeah, i- well. it sounds kinda hot?” 

“it’s so fucking hot, what the fuck?” changbin cuts in, and it sends all of you into a fit of laughter. 

soon, hyunjin helps you spread yourself further on the loveseat. you’re damn near folded in half, and hyunjin kneels on the floor in front of you while you hold the cup against your sopping pussy. 

“ready?” he asks tenderly, and changbin grunts in response. you nod your head yes and reach down with your unoccupied hand to grip hyunjin’s shoulder. 

the first time hyunjin squeezes the bulb, it shocks a gasp out of you. it’s more the sound that does it, you can’t really feel the suction just yet, but hyunjin keeps going when you tell him he can. you’re feeling it soon, and your body sings at the way both hyunjin and changbin stare openly at your cunt. you can feel it enlarging, the lips of your pussy and your clit.

“do- do you like it? is it okay?” you cry, voice shaky. you’re nervous. what if they don’t like how it looks? it’s getting so tight in the cup, but it feels so good. changbin bites his bottom lip and cocks his head like he’s in disbelief. he lets hyunjin answer for the both of them.

“good enough to eat, baby, god. it’s gonna be so fucking swollen when i take this off…” hyunjin licks his lips. “so damn sexy.” 

you preen again, arching your back and pressing your palms into the velvet of the loveseat.

“can you take it off? i- fuck, i’m so horny,” you whine. hyunjin presses on the valve and your mouth drops open when the pressure is released from your cunt. hyunjin slowly brings the cup away from your pussy and sets it on the seat beside you. his mouth has dropped open too.

he slides his fingers through the wet, swollen mess of your cunt, and you cry out. changbin whistles when hyunjin presses the meat of your pussy lips together. your clit almost peeks through. hyunjin plays with you for a few moments, feeling all over your swollen lips and your clit, pinching and probing like he’s checking on his work. 

he didn’t go too far with the pumping, but your pussy is definitely fatter and darker than it was before he started. 

“hyung, look how swollen that little clit is,” hyunjin breathes. he spreads your lips with his fingers and pinches at your clit. it’s almost enough to send you careening off the couch, but changbin’s come close enough for them to both hold you in place. “when you try it with a partner, hyung, it’ll feel so good around your cock. it’ll be so hot and tight inside. wanna feel?” 

you whimper. it’s already so overwhelming to have hyunjin’s hands on your body like this, but adding changbin’s too? you don’t know if you can handle it.

hyunjin spreads the lips of your pussy and scoots to the side so changbin has more room to feel of you himself. changbin’s fingers are thicker than hyunjin’s, and they feel so fucking good when he slips them inside of you. he thrusts them deeper, making your pussy squelch, and hyunjin hisses through his teeth.

“tight fit,” changbin grunts, and you nod your head. you’re tight for them. “ah, mercy. those puffy lips… shit, hyunjinnie, i’m buying one. i’m sold. hurry and ring me up, hyung has to go jerk off now. and you, cutie. if he doesn’t make you cum today, tell him to give you my number.” 

despite how much you can see changbin wants to stay and talk to hyunjin, he leaves in a hurry with a new, clean pump that hyunjin pulled from the back room of his shop. you can’t see it, but you do hear changbin hold the door open on his way out for someone else to come inside.

“oh? what’s this? you just missed minho, he was here not too long ago!” hyunjin says to the person that entered the store. 

“i know! he got me something but i’m not sure what. i want to surprise him too!” 

it’s a woman, her voice is chirpy and bright. you can’t wait to see what she looks like.

while hyunjin is busy with his new customer, you busy yourself with your swollen cunt. it feels so different after being pumped. hyunjin was right, you’re sensitive, but you don’t know if it’s more from the residual sensitizer gel or the pump itself. maybe it’s a mix of both. 

you can’t believe your clit fucking feels like that. it’s big, swollen all puffy and slick between your fingers. you want to wait for hyunjin, but you can’t bring yourself to. you pluck at it lightly, but it’s so swollen you can almost jerk it off. oh, isn’t that an erotic thought, so you do just that. your fingers move shallowly up and down on your clit, pinching and rubbing it between your sticky-wet thumb and index finger. your other hand runs up your body to play with your still aching nipples, and it’s not long before you’re making yourself cum with a shaky moan while hyunjin sees about his customer. 

you can hear them stop talking at the front of the store, but it’s not enough to get you to be quiet. you’re still mewling by the time you finally see hyunjin again, and he rounds the counter once more with a toy you’ve dreamed of having for years. 

hyunjin’s too busy staring at you to notice where he’s walking, and he walks right into the pointed edge of the counter. he heaves a dramatic hiss, eyes squinting shut as he brings a fist up to his mouth to bite at. 

“woah, are you alri- woah,” comes the voice from earlier. 

your own eyes leave hyunjin to land on one of the prettiest girls you’ve ever seen in your life. she’s mousy, cute and lithe, with big eyes and a little button mouth. her eyes go straight to your still-pulsing pussy, and you spread your legs wider for her. 

“is your pussy always that juicy or are you just happy to see me?” she says in a daze. hyunjin slaps a hand to his forehead, but that doesn’t deter the girl at the counter. 

“jesus, jisungie. this is my model, remember? the demonstration model i’ve been looking for? we just tested out a pussy pump before you got here.”

“no fucking way!” she exclaims, eyes glancing from your cunt, to hyunjin, then back to your cunt. “i’ve been wanting to try one of those. did you like it?”

you nod at her, and she nods excitedly back, gums and pretty white teeth on display. 

“it’s, um-! sensitive. i’m so s-sensitive down there. everything is, like, heightened.” that’s an understatement. you already want to cum again, and you just came. 

“that’s perfect! hyunjin, can you try the toy for me?”

hyunjin starts pulling the toy out of its box, and he shows it to you when he sits down beside you. you’ve always wanted one, a wand, you’ve just never allowed yourself to splurge on one before. it plugs right into the outlet that’s situated below the loveseat, and you’re already thrumming with need. 

“you know what this thing is, don’t you?” hyunjin asks you with a smile. “you ever used a magic wand before?”

“no, just- just regular vibrators. i’ve wanted too though. they always look like they feel so good,” you respond, and out of the corner of your eye you see jisung bite her lip. 

“this one’s got several different stimulation modes, alright? four vibration speeds and four different pulsing patterns, so you can pick which one you like the best.”

“oh, minho’s going to love that,” jisung answers absentmindedly, pinching at her plump little bottom lip. “it should work on cocks too, right?”

hyunjin snorts a laugh and looks back at his friend. 

“it’s not for you?” 

“i mean, i’ll use it or whatever, but i want to use it on minho first,” comes jisung’s response. she’s explaining herself to hyunjin like that’s the most obvious answer in the world. 

“doesn’t that, i don’t know, defeat the whole purpose of the demonstration right now?” hyunjin asks. he’s about to demonstrate how the wand works on your pussy, not a dick. he shakes his head with a smile like he’s just used to jisung’s antics.

“no! no, nope. hell no. demonstrate away! haha, um. please? yeah.” 

hyunjin shakes his head again and finally holds the wand to your still puffy cunt.

“spread your lips for me… theeere you go. perfect, angel. that’s perfect, so you’ll feel those vibrations right on your clit. you ready?” 

you can’t get over the way hyunjin talks to you, talks you through things. he’s a dream. when you give him the go ahead, he turns the wand on its lowest setting, and it already has your back bowing. you have to fight to keep your hand steady where it spreads your pussy lips open for hyunjin. it feels so good; you’re only on the first setting, and you can already tell the wand lives up to its hype. 

“ready for me to go up one?” hyunjin asks, and at your dazed nod he clicks the button to go up one level. the vibrations get louder, and you can definitely tell they’re a little bit stronger this time. if you were at home, you’re already certain this would be your preferred vibration setting. it’s perfect. your toes are curling. 

hyunjin asks you again if you’re ready for another setting, and he changes it once more. 

“o-oh, god. that’s- oh wow, that’s s-so much,” your teeth chatter with it. 

when hyunjin gives you the last level of vibration, you almost shatter apart. it’s too much, too rough on your sensitive and overused pussy, and you’re pushing his hand away quickly. hyunjin immediately pulls the wand away from you and sets it to the side so that he can soothe an elegant hand up your stomach.

“that setting would have made me squirt all over myself in like three seconds,” jisung announces with wide eyes. “it sounded like a fucking drill, no way!” 

“the wand’s a lot, do you wanna be done?” hyunjin coos, kneading at your stomach like a cat. the softest, most gentle cat in the whole wide world. you shake your head though, determined to feel the four different pulsing settings and show jisung everything her possible new toy is capable of doing. 

you bring the head of the wand back to your pussy yourself, much to hyunjin’s surprise and satisfaction. he looks up at jisung and quirks his eyebrow, and she gives him a wink. you press the wave-looking button on the wand, and the first level of pulsing begins. it starts off with bursts of vibrations that get slower and slower until it gives one last quick succession of pulses, and then starts again. you stay on that setting for a bit to get acclimated to it. you can only imagine how crazy it would drive you if you were close to cumming, how the pulses slow down and make your cunt ache before the quick burst of them at the end. 

“you’re so fucking pretty,” jisung breathes, and your eyes flutter when you look up at her. “oh my god, baby, don’t look at me like that. you’ll make my pussy wet.”

“it’s not wet already?” hyunjin asks, incredulous. “how could you see this view and not get turned on right away?” 

“i’m actually trying really hard not to shove my hand down my pants, thanks.”

their back and forth doesn’t phase you at all, and you roll your shoulders when you click the button again to go to the next setting. the second pulsing setting is a lot different than the first; it’s almost like this one is revving like a car engine. the vibrations start soft and progress quickly, and you’re adjusting your hold on the wand so it settles slightly less directly on your overstimulated clit. 

hyunjin has a steady hand on your thigh that’s closest to him, gripping and kneading the warm flesh while he dutifully watches you use the wand on yourself. 

you bring a hand up to your forehead to wipe the sweaty strands of your hair away from it before hitting the button on the wand once more. the third setting is a little bit more similar to the first. there’s a long vibration that trails off into a sequence of quick bursts.

“that one’s- that one’s good, oh,” you whimper. 

“yeah? that one feels the best so far?” hyunjin asks, and you nod back at him. “here, let me hold it, sweetheart.”

his hand reaches down to hold the wand in place so that your wrist can catch a break. you tap his arm and shakily tell him to try the last setting, and he does with your go ahead. the last setting has your hands scrambling for purchase on the velvety fabric of the loveseat, and jisung is quick to kneel in front of you and hold both of your hands. her hands are bony and a little clammy, but you’re sure yours can’t be any better. 

the last setting starts high and goes low; you can feel your thigh start to quiver in hyunjin’s grip. you’re so close to cumming, and it’s almost like hyunjin can read your mind. almost as soon as he starts the fourth setting, he clicks the wave button three times so he can go back and find the third pulsing setting once more since it was your favorite. your hands squeeze jisung’s, and she squeezes back.

“oh my god, baby, are you gonna cum?” she asks, and you can’t even answer her because you’re too busy letting out a squeal. the intense vibrations push you over the edge in no time, and you snatch your hands from jisung’s grasp so that you can shove the wand away from your pulsing cunt and snap your legs shut.

two pairs of hands settle you and help you come down. hyunjin’s pressed close to your side, and his hands now caress every inch of skin he can find. jisung’s smaller hands massage your calves and rub at your ankles from where she’s kneeling on the ground. 

“h-holy fuck, holy fuck,” you breathe. hyunjin already turned the wand off, but you swear your ears are still ringing with the sound of it. your bones still rattle with the feel of it.

“ten out of ten, would recommend? i trust your verdict,” jisung says. 

“t--ten, yeah. ten definitely.”

when jisung leaves, she does so with your number now in her phone and a promise to have lunch this coming weekend. she also leaves with a brand new magic wand.

hyunjin waves his friend goodbye, and when you hear the jingle of the doorbell, he rushes to lock the door behind her. one perk of being the owner of a store is that you guess he can close shop whenever the hell he wants.

he comes back and is on you in a hurry, and you’re met with a bruising kiss. despite all you and hyunjin have gotten up to today, this is your first kiss. it’s messy, but you have a feeling he likes messy, so your tongue keeps batting at his and you refuse to mind the mess of spit that seeps down your chin. 

“let me fuck this pussy, baby, please? please, i’ll beg for it,” hyunjin moans against your lips. a man who’s not too proud to beg? you hit the jackpot today. “you’re a goddess. fuck, please, i’d do anything to have your pussy!” 

you were going to let him fuck you whether he begged for it or not, but this certainly helps your case. your cunt’s still swollen and oh so sensitive, and you can’t help but rub at your clit with your own shaky fingers. it doesn’t take long for you to snatch your hand away though, the sensitivity proving too much for right now. hyunjin watches and busies himself with haphazardly reaching behind him to blindly search for a condom in his counter filled with trinkets. he knocks over a few things in his haste to do so, but he comes away victorious with a little black packet. 

he hurriedly unbuttons and unzips his pants to pull them down his thighs, and that’s when you see his cock for the first time. it’s long and thick, beautiful just like him because of course it is. the tip is a ruddy pink-purple and it’s leaking steadily in preparation for you. hopefully some other time he’ll let you put it in your mouth.

he sees you watching, so he puts on a show for you. he’s just as good as you are, slowly stroking his pretty cock in an equally pretty hand from base to tip. he circles the tip several times before dragging his hand back down the length.

“i’ve been hard all day because of you, you know that? everything we’ve done went straight to my cock, sweetheart, you’re a dream come true.” 

it’s funny he says that because you’ve thought the same thing all day. 

hyunjin tears the foil packet with his teeth, and you’re licking your lips in anticipation. once he has the condom safely on, he bends at the knees and positions himself at your drippy hole. the swelling has started to go down a little bit from the pumping earlier, but it’s still puffy and more swollen than usual. 

“gonna be gentle with you, honey, like you told me to earlier. ah fuck, my cock… get you drooling on it,” he grunts. the pressure from the head of his dick at your tight little hole already has you mewling high in your throat. 

“take- takin’ such good care of me, hyunjinnie, all day. made my pussy feel so good all day! no one’s ever made me feel like you have,” you breathe, and hyunjin groans loudly into the air. his head is thrown back as he breaches your hole, hand cocked on his hip, and his eyes squeeze shut. 

he fucks you with the bulbous tip of his cock until you’re going crosseyed. 

“d-deeper, deeper please! gimme all of it, please.” he said earlier that he’d get you ready for all of it. maybe this is what he meant. 

when he fucks all the way inside, all of your breath leaves your lungs in an exhale. your mouth is open, eyes rolling, toes curling, hands balling into fists at your sides. you don’t know what to do with yourself, and especially when hyunjin steadies himself on his feet and grinds his lithe hips forward. 

“oh my fucking god,” hyunjin breathes. “your fucking pussy!” he grits his teeth and swipes a hand through his sweaty hair. it slams down on the backrest of the loveseat, and all you can see is hyunjin hyunjin hyunjin. 

he fucks you like he means it. he’s gentle, just like he said he would be, but you can only imagine the power his hips must have when he’s rougher. 

hyunjin presses in to the hilt and stops, grinding his hips deep and stilling as he’s all the way inside of you, thighs pressed tight to the backs of yours. he’s so deep it feels like he’s in your fucking throat. the tips of your fingers push against his stomach as if to push him back, but you don’t want him to go anywhere. you need him inside where he belongs. 

“‘s deep, oh my god. y-you’re-! hyunjin. hyunjinnie, ‘s so fucking deep inside.”

“my angel wanted it deep. i’m giving you what you want, no?” he coos, taking your hands from his stomach and entwining them together to rest on your thighs. you just nod nod nod your head, bobbling like a bobblehead because hyunjin’s got you so fucked out on his cock. “fucking deep because your pussy’s just sucking me in.” 

it is; you want to keep him there forever. snug and hard inside your cunt where he belongs. 

hyunjin makes to thumb at your clit, but you’re quick to stop him before he can. you’re too sensitive, clit sore and achy in ways that you haven’t felt in a long, long time. you’re already satisfied with the amount you’ve cum today, and you’re not too sure you could cum again at this point anyways. maybe after a few hours of downtime you can. 

it’s not long before hyunjin’s hips are faltering, his thrusts becoming choppy and uncoordinated. he’s been hard all day, desperate and waiting for the chance to be able to fuck himself inside your beautiful pussy. 

“perfect pussy for me,” he hisses, halfway to delirious by now. “‘m gonna burst! fuck, i’ll cum. i’ll fucking cum if you keep looking at me like that.” dazed and cock-drunk, like he’s the best you’ve ever had. 

hyunjin’s cock slips from your cunt, and you’re about to cry for him to put it back when he steps onto the loveseat, feet framing your hips, and strips his cock above your mouth. your jaw drops open, immediately sticking your tongue out and whimpering at the taste of yourself on the latex of the condom. he rips the condom off of his dick and tosses it blindly on the floor, holding your head for balance with one hand and jerking himself off with the other. 

it doesn’t take him long at all to cum, you’ve had him worked up all day and fucking your pussy was something out of his wildest dreams. he cums with a shout, not bothering to bite his lip or quiet himself because he wants you to know you make him feel good.

hyunjin’s cum coats your tongue, and before you get the chance to swallow it, he’s bending down to kiss you messily. it’s wet. so sloppy and dirty that is has you desperately wishing you could cum again, and hyunjin sucks your tongue into his mouth to suck on. he pulls away breathless and drops back to the ground but plops halfway onto your lap when he settles beside you on the loveseat. you’re both breathing heavily, and hyunjin regards you once and then gives you a dazzling, sleepy smile. 

“would you go to dinner with me?” he asks. there are shadows on the reflection of the floor which must mean the sun is setting.

“i’d love to. can you give me like thirty minutes? i can’t feel my legs.”

[hausofmingi]

dumb baby

Pairing: dom!reader x dom!san x sub!wooyoung

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author note: This came from a brain thought in my 3 person group chat, and everyone knows that a 3 person group should NOT be shared to the public. But it was too good not to share. Also, I am a loyal sub in the bedroom in real life, so I don’t know what came over me, but woo just brings something out deep inside. I hope all you dommy mommies enjoy!

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nsfw warnings: sub!wooyoung, dom!reader, dom!san, mommy kink, pet names, name calling, mxm, threesome, hair pulling, use of ropes/tying up, reader is implied to be afab, cuckolding, oral (m & f receiving), san is a bit of a head pusher (non-derogatory), implied consent, daddy kink, face fucking, fingering (m & f receiving), cum eating, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, anal (m receiving), choking, creampie (m & f receiving)

Minors, don't even think about it you little shits.

That little slut, you thought. Right across the party, your boyfriend had his beautiful legs draped over his best friends, his hand holding San’s face to the side. Was he licking his ear?? A classic Wooyoung move. 

Did it make you mad to see your boyfriend flirting with someone else? Absolutely not. Did he want it to make you mad? Absolutely he did. 

He was staring daggers into you as he trailed his tongue down to San’s neck. He’s fucking asking for it. The cogs turned in your head. What punishment will I give that little shit this time?

You see, Woo loved to be punished. He loved to cry and beg and whimper and whine. He loved to be denied. And you were good at punishing. And suddenly, you got the perfect idea. 

Wooyoung had finally moved off of San’s lap, excusing himself to go get a drink. He walked towards you on the way to the kitchen, but dropped his gaze as if to ignore you when he got closer. 

You grabbed his arm to stop him next to you. Although he was taller and stronger than you, he always crumbled in your hold. 

“You think you can get away with that? Being a slut in front of the entire party?” you whispered, only in his earshot. You felt his arm tense under your grip. Oh, he was eating this up. 

He didn’t say anything, only turned to you and smirked before walking into the kitchen. You follow, and luckily, you two are the only ones in there. He is pouring himself another cup of whatever is in the crappy jungle juice, but you aren’t done with him yet. 

When he turns around to walk away, you are right behind him. You back him into the counter, gripping him by his cock to really get your point across. “Answer me,” you demand. 

He shakes, scared but already his dick is hardening. You have him right where you want him. “I- I-” he starts. “I, what? Baby boy already scared?” you cut him off. He licks his lips, both in anticipation and in fear. “I was just trying to get your attention, mommy.” he responds, finally. 

Using mommy in public? He knows ~exactly~ what he is doing to you. “Meet me at home in 10 minutes. I want you in the bedroom, ready for me.” you say, and let your grasp go of his now hard cock. 

You watch him as he goes, making a beeline for the front door to his car. Why he didn’t question how you’re getting home, you’re not sure, but like you said, you have a plan. And luckily, San walks into the kitchen at just that moment. “Hey San, I have a question for you…”

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Back at home, Wooyoung waits patiently for your arrival. 

He is already where you want him to be, on his knees on the ground in front of your bed. Just underwear (and today he chose his favorite black boxer briefs, which he knows you love to ruin). You like his hair down at first, but he knows the hair tie you keep on your wrist will be put to good use later. He faces away from the door to your bedroom, head looking down at his knees, and his hands in his lap. 

He really didn’t expect for this to happen tonight. But you both knew of his, for lack of a better word, infatuation with San. 

For years, there was tension between both of them. And you always told Woo it didn’t bother you, especially because you found San hot too. “Hall pass lists” weren’t really a thing for you guys, but it was unspoken that San was number one on both of yours. 

But tonight, after a few drinks Wooyoung got bold. It started with them sitting next to each other, then Woo’s legs were on San’s, then Woo leaned in to whisper in San’s ear. He felt how sensitive San was to have Wooyoung so close to his ear, so being the flirty dickhead he was, Wooyoung decided what a better time than now to make my best friend hard. And why not kill 2 birds with 1 stone and turn you on too. 

Wooyoung heard the front door lock turn, and then open. His cock stiffened in excitement for what was coming. You were silent coming up the stairs, not wanting to hint to Wooyoung anything that was about to happen. 

The door creaks open and Wooyoung looks up just a bit to see your shadow reflected on the bed. Except, it isn’t your shadow. It’s a mans. It’s Sans. 

“Hello, Woo.” San says. Wooyoung freezes. Oh my god… its really happening. She sent him here to fuck me. But, how is that a punishment? He thinks to himself.

“Someone tells me you’ve been very bad tonight. Dragging me in the middle of it? That was very naughty Wooyoung…” San says as he makes his way to kneel next to Wooyoung. 

He grabs Wooyoungs face in his hand, tilting his chin up with just his pointer finger. He taps Wooyoung’s mouth with his thumb as they make eye contact. “Do you have anything to say for yourself, baby boy?” Damn, you must’ve told him everything, Wooyoung thought. 

Wooyoung’s only response, in true Wooyoung fashion, is to suck San’s thumb into his mouth, peering up at him with his best pouty eyes, hoping San loses his composure a little faster than you do. San’s only response is a small laugh, but it is laced with evil underneath. 

“Still giving the silent treatment, angel?” You ask from the doorway. Its a good thing you sent San in here first, to try and break Woo down before he was really in for it. Wooyoung immediately snaps away from San, bringing his gaze back down at your presence. 

“I’m sure you’re wondering why Sannie is here, baby” you start as you walk over to him. “It seemed like you wanted to play with him, but mommy got a little jealous.” you stroke his hair as you speak. 

You kneel down next to him, finding his lips parted and him breathing heavily, but he still won’t make eye contact with you. 

“I got a little jealous because I decided I wanted to play with Sannie too. But I don’t think baby deserves to join, do you?” you motion to San. 

“No, not yet. I think you have to prove you can be good, sweetheart.” San says. Wooyoung’s cock jumps in his underwear at that pet name coming from San.

“I can be good, I promise.” Wooyoung whimpers, bringing his head up to look at San. 

You grab the back of his long black hair, pulling hard so he has to arch his back to look at you. “Uh-uh baby boy. Sannie doesn’t get to decide, I do. Don’t forget who’s in charge here.” you say. 

His eyes are shut tight, reveling in the feeling of getting his hair pulled. What a painslut you think. “Get up on the bed baby” you command. “Mommy is going to tie you up, okay? You’re just going to have to watch as Mommy gets fucked.” 

His eyes bolt open, and you see all the emotions go through his head: excitement, fear, desperation. This is the perfect punishment and he knows it. 

You and San make quick work tying his arms to the headboard. “You’ve done this before, huh?” you ask San. He doesn’t respond, only smirks at you. 

You weren’t surprised when San was down for your little plan after you approached him at the party. You also weren’t surprised when he pushed you into the bathroom for a quick makeout sesh before you both left in his car. 

He really took control, even in the short 5 minutes in the bathroom. And you let him. He was really strong and had no trouble lifting you up to sit on the counter. You were so used to being the one in control, but this was a nice change. 

Of course you had to catch him up in the car of everything Woo likes, to make sure this really would go off without a hitch. And so far, it is. 

San was the first to make a move after you were both finished with Wooyoung. “Come here, beautiful.” He said, motioning for you to join him standing at the foot of the bed. 

You had given San full permission to dominate you beforehand, knowing how much it would rile Woo up to see him dom getting dommed herself. And you were right because the moment San weaved his hands through your hair and pulled, Wooyoung was already letting out the smallest whines. 

“Quiet, baby. Let mommy play” you said, never breaking eye contact with San. You were quick to snake your hand into his jeans, lazily stroking his half hard cock. He groans at the contact, gripping your hair a little bit harder. Okay I’m kind of understanding the pain kink now…

You weren’t going to give San everything he wanted, and he knew it too from the way you weren’t fully grasping him. “You can do better than that princess. On your knees” he commanded. 

You sunk down slowly, your back facing Wooyoung, really putting on a show for him to watch. His whines grew louder the closer you got to the ground, he was really eating this up. You make quick work unbuckling Sans belt and undoing his jeans. 

His cock springs out, and it’s beautiful. A good 8 inches, and the perfect girth. It curves up just a little bit at the end. You’re practically drooling when you look back up at him. He knows exactly what’s going through your head. 

“You have such a pretty cock, daddy” you say, really emphasizing the last word. You hear a groan and then a clang; Wooyoung’s sad attempt at pulling out of his restraints. 

“Stay put, dumb baby. You’ll get a taste eventually” San barks at Wooyoung. Holy shit, he’s going to be the end of you. 

You grip him and start licking up and down his veiny shaft. You get the feeling he likes it messy, and you do too. He pushes your head just a little to signal you to start sucking. You oblige, you love sucking dick anyways. 

He starts to gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail in his hands, but you raise your right arm up. He gets the message and removes the hairtie from your wrist to pull your hair up. 

“Mommymommymommy,” you hear Wooyoung call from the bed. He knows that is his hairtie that you’re supposed to use on him. 

“Mommy is busy sucking Daddy’s cock right now,” San says in response. “You wanna watch?” Wooyoung whimpers, not sure what he wants, but nodding anyways. 

San turns you sideways, so that your back isn’t facing the bed anymore, and Wooyoung can get a clear view of you bobbing on San’s cock. “Damn Woo, you never told me how good your girl is at sucking dick,” he says, letting his head fall back and he guides your head up and down his length. 

Your spit is gathering so much at this point, his dick getting messier and wetter by the second. You look up at San through your eyelashes before sinking down all the way until his tip is touching the back of your throat. Your eyes water but you don’t break eye contact with him as you choke. 

“Oohhhh fuck babygirl. That’s so good,” he praises. “You want to hear your mommy choke on this big dick again?” he asks to Wooyoung. “Daddy, please.” Woo says. 

San gently grasps your chin with one hand, the other resting on the back of your head. He starts off with slow thrusts, preparing you for a second. You look up at him after a second and give him a nod, knowing what he wants. 

His grasp on your face becomes tighter and then he is fucking your face, not breaking eye contact even though your eyes are screwed shut in concentration. Your gags are so loud, but not louder than Wooyoungs calls for both of you. 

He pulls you off suddenly, “I have to stop, or else i'm going to cum down your pretty throat” he says. 

You are just staring up at him though, as if he’s a god, not fully hearing what he’s saying. “Awe, Woo. I broke your mommy. She loved this dick so much she went cock drunk.” 

He kneels down to your level, swiping his thumb over your lips and collecting the spit that was dripping. He grabs your face and brings you in for a kiss, waking you up from the dream a little. His tongue snakes into your mouth and he guides you to stand up by your hair. 

“Daddy, pleasepleaseplease touch me. I’ve been so good. Please, it hurts,” Wooyoung calls from the bed. You break the kiss to glare at him, considering the options.

He looks fucking beautiful. His hair is messy hanging around his eyes, his chest heaving with every breath. His beautiful dick straining against his underwear, begging to be let out. 

Fine, but just a little tease. You stride over the bed, and lean over it, wiggling your ass a little to get San’s attention. You pull Wooyoung’s underwear off and fling them onto the ground. 

Your face is perfectly lined up with his cock and he bucks his hips to try and get it in your mouth. You push them down with your hands, not allowing him to move. But before you can even think about touching him, Wooyoung watches your face twist up in pleasure. 

Behind you, San had pulled your dress up and your underwear off and was absolutely devouring your already wet pussy. “Oh, daddy,” you moan. 

He continues to eat you out like his last meal, his hands gripping your ass and pulling it apart for better access. You decide to return a bit of the favor to Wooyoung. 

You suck your right pointer finger into your mouth, coating it with spit. Woo whimpers watching you, knowing what's coming. You trail your now lubed up finger from the tip down his shaft. He wails out at the contact, tears starting to fall. 

But you don’t stop at his base, continuing down until you circle his rim with your finger. He clenches to try and suck your finger into him. You let him, finally entering his tight hole. 

His moan when you start to finger him borders on animalistic. His head is thrown back and the sound he makes come deep from his throat, laced with rasp. 

You are getting closer to your orgasm as San sucks on your clit, circling his tongue lightly around it. 

“Sannie, can you-” he cuts you off with two of fingers prodding at your entrance. He knew exactly what you needed. They sink in slowly and you continue to finger Wooyoung, lightly brushing his prostate.

His cock jumps with every brush to his prostate, and you know hes close. You always found it so fucking hot that he can cum untouched, and you wanted to show San your baby’s talent. 

San finds your gspot, angling his fingers down and doing a come hither motion to bring you closer. He doesn’t let up on his pointed attack on your clit, and you know you're close. 

When San starts to feel you clench, he removes his fingers from you and stands. You shake your ass in protest, mad that he cut you off of your orgasm. 

“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s gonna give you what you want.” he says in your ear. He swiftly enters you, with no warning but no trouble either because you are already so wet. 

His cock fills you up deliciously, much thicker than Wooyoung. You fingers stall inside him, focusing on the way San’s cock hits your gspot perfectly every time. 

“Pl-please” Wooyoung whimpers below you, moving his hips to try and get your finger moving again. “Sorry baby, Daddy is just fucking me so good.” you say. 

As if in response, San speeds up his thrusts, bringing you back to the edge of your orgasm. You reach back to where his hand is holding onto your hip and move it down, signaling for him to circle your clit. 

“Mommy is gonna cum on my cock baby boy, you better look up and watch,” San says as he feels you clenching hard around him. Wooyoung’s head tilts up and makes eye contact with you.

That’s all you need and you’re cumming. San pinches your clit as it jumps in his fingers, his cock not letting up on the fast pace. It lasts almost a full minute. He slows down with your clenches, letting your orgasm taper out before eventually pulling out. 

It’s then that Wooyoungs breath speeds up, his hole clenching tightly around your finger. He continues to look at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth hanging open in a silent “O” as he cums all over his stomach. 

When you draw your fingers out of him, his head goes limp to the side. He came hard you can tell, but you’re not quite done with him yet. 

You come up from your position and go back to the side of the bed, undoing his restraints. San does the same to the other hand after stripping the rest of his clothes off. “Baby wake up, Daddy hasn’t even fucked you yet,” San says as he crawls over top of Wooyoung’s spent body. 

You watch in admiration as San licks up all of the cum on Wooyoungs abs, swallowing it all. Wooyoung’s eyes flutter open at the contact, and lets out a low groan. 

San then crawls up to Wooyoung’s face, stroking it lightly before kissing him deeply. This may be the hottest thing you have ever witnessed. 

Wooyoungs hand comes up to hold onto San’s side, the other one lightly stroking his cock as they make out. “Angel, you have to stop, or I’m gonna cum.” San breathes heavily into Wooyoung’s mouth. He obeys, eager to get San’s cock inside of him finally. 

San moves down just a bit, angling Wooyoungs hips up so he can access him. He holds his cock in one hand and looks down to spit on it. It expertly lands on his cock and he jacks himself off a few times to coat it around. 

Literally this guy is a sex god, you think, still watching from the side of the bed. 

He enters with ease and immediately Wooyoung’s back arches up like a pornstar. “My slutty baby loves to get his hole filled, doesn’t he?” you ask. Wooyoungs only response is a loud high pitched moan. 

“Want to join?” San asks. You wordlessly oblige, throwing your dress over your head and crawling onto the bed to hover over Wooyoungs body. You grab his face and harshly angle it to look at you. “Mommy is going to fuck you now, okay? Think you can fill me up while Daddy fucks you?”

He nods desperately, tears already starting to form in his eyes. You grab his already hard again cock and sink yourself down on it slowly, pitching your body forward to give San enough room as well. 

The 3 of you move in tandem, somehow finding the perfect rhythm. San grabs your arm when he gets close, pulling you up until your back rests against his chest. He doesn’t slow his fast thrusts into Wooyoung. “I want to play with your tits while I cum” he says. He pinches and twists your nipples, letting your boobs fall down and bounce before doing it again. 

The new angle has Woo’s cock twitching inside of you, and he grabs onto your thighs to brace himself. You continue to fuck yourself on his cock. 

San grabs you by the neck with one hand, while the other continues to play with your tits. “Please let me cum inside him.” San breathes into your ear. You nod, feeling Wooyoungs cock continue to twitch inside you knowing he’s about to get stuffed.

3 more thrusts and they are both cumming. The sounds of both of the boys loud moans fill the room. Woo fills you up with what cum he has left, shakily thrusting through his orgasm. San stills behind you, gripping you as if steady himself as he cums in Wooyoungs ass. 

You all still your movements, breathing heavily. When San lets go of you, you pitch forward, falling onto Wooyoung. He is barely there, his hands having now fallen from your thighs where they were gripping on for dear life just a minute ago. 

You kiss around his face, making sure hes okay, and brush his hair away. “Wooooyoung” you call for him in a sing-songy voice. “My baby, did you have a good time?” you ask. He grins, still not opening his eyes, and nods. 

San flops down to the side of you two on the bed. He puts his arms over his eyes as he slows his breathing down. “There ain’t no rest for the wicked, Daddy. You better clean up your mess” you say. 

He grins at you, with his eyes squinted shut. He leans over to kiss Wooyoung on the forehead before getting up and walking to the bathroom to get a washcloth. 

“I have to go to the bathroom baby, I’ll be right back,” you say to Wooyoung. He nods and squeezes your thigh in response. 

You aren’t bothered enough to ask San to leave while you pee. He stands in front of the mirror, washing his hands before he goes to clean Wooyoung up. You kiss the back of his neck as you cross behind him to the toilet. 

“We’ll have to do that again, yeah?” He asks. “Mmmm yeah. I think we can make that happen,” you say. 

He smirks as he wipes his hands off and grabs the washcloth to leave. “Maybe even a weekly thing?”

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This was honestly such a hot scene !! Woo being the usual bratty partner is always so fun !! Add to that a sexy dom San and you have all the ingredients for a perfect sexy fanfic

Seriously I was swearing halfway through, the punishment, the fact that all 3 of them interact and it's not just the mc in the middle but woo getting some of that San hip energy was top tier

[hausofmingi]

thank you!! i'm so glad you liked. woosan fics sometimes leave out the most important part, woosan! so i really wanted a lot of interaction with them ~as well as~ the reader.

[hausofmingi]

dumb baby

Pairing: dom!reader x dom!san x sub!wooyoung

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author note: This came from a brain thought in my 3 person group chat, and everyone knows that a 3 person group should NOT be shared to the public. But it was too good not to share. Also, I am a loyal sub in the bedroom in real life, so I don’t know what came over me, but woo just brings something out deep inside. I hope all you dommy mommies enjoy!

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nsfw warnings: sub!wooyoung, dom!reader, dom!san, mommy kink, pet names, name calling, mxm, threesome, hair pulling, use of ropes/tying up, reader is implied to be afab, cuckolding, oral (m & f receiving), san is a bit of a head pusher (non-derogatory), implied consent, daddy kink, face fucking, fingering (m & f receiving), cum eating, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, anal (m receiving), choking, creampie (m & f receiving)

Minors, don't even think about it you little shits.

That little slut, you thought. Right across the party, your boyfriend had his beautiful legs draped over his best friends, his hand holding San’s face to the side. Was he licking his ear?? A classic Wooyoung move. 

Did it make you mad to see your boyfriend flirting with someone else? Absolutely not. Did he want it to make you mad? Absolutely he did. 

He was staring daggers into you as he trailed his tongue down to San’s neck. He’s fucking asking for it. The cogs turned in your head. What punishment will I give that little shit this time?

You see, Woo loved to be punished. He loved to cry and beg and whimper and whine. He loved to be denied. And you were good at punishing. And suddenly, you got the perfect idea. 

Wooyoung had finally moved off of San’s lap, excusing himself to go get a drink. He walked towards you on the way to the kitchen, but dropped his gaze as if to ignore you when he got closer. 

You grabbed his arm to stop him next to you. Although he was taller and stronger than you, he always crumbled in your hold. 

“You think you can get away with that? Being a slut in front of the entire party?” you whispered, only in his earshot. You felt his arm tense under your grip. Oh, he was eating this up. 

He didn’t say anything, only turned to you and smirked before walking into the kitchen. You follow, and luckily, you two are the only ones in there. He is pouring himself another cup of whatever is in the crappy jungle juice, but you aren’t done with him yet. 

When he turns around to walk away, you are right behind him. You back him into the counter, gripping him by his cock to really get your point across. “Answer me,” you demand. 

He shakes, scared but already his dick is hardening. You have him right where you want him. “I- I-” he starts. “I, what? Baby boy already scared?” you cut him off. He licks his lips, both in anticipation and in fear. “I was just trying to get your attention, mommy.” he responds, finally. 

Using mommy in public? He knows ~exactly~ what he is doing to you. “Meet me at home in 10 minutes. I want you in the bedroom, ready for me.” you say, and let your grasp go of his now hard cock. 

You watch him as he goes, making a beeline for the front door to his car. Why he didn’t question how you’re getting home, you’re not sure, but like you said, you have a plan. And luckily, San walks into the kitchen at just that moment. “Hey San, I have a question for you…”

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Back at home, Wooyoung waits patiently for your arrival. 

He is already where you want him to be, on his knees on the ground in front of your bed. Just underwear (and today he chose his favorite black boxer briefs, which he knows you love to ruin). You like his hair down at first, but he knows the hair tie you keep on your wrist will be put to good use later. He faces away from the door to your bedroom, head looking down at his knees, and his hands in his lap. 

He really didn’t expect for this to happen tonight. But you both knew of his, for lack of a better word, infatuation with San. 

For years, there was tension between both of them. And you always told Woo it didn’t bother you, especially because you found San hot too. “Hall pass lists” weren’t really a thing for you guys, but it was unspoken that San was number one on both of yours. 

But tonight, after a few drinks Wooyoung got bold. It started with them sitting next to each other, then Woo’s legs were on San’s, then Woo leaned in to whisper in San’s ear. He felt how sensitive San was to have Wooyoung so close to his ear, so being the flirty dickhead he was, Wooyoung decided what a better time than now to make my best friend hard. And why not kill 2 birds with 1 stone and turn you on too. 

Wooyoung heard the front door lock turn, and then open. His cock stiffened in excitement for what was coming. You were silent coming up the stairs, not wanting to hint to Wooyoung anything that was about to happen. 

The door creaks open and Wooyoung looks up just a bit to see your shadow reflected on the bed. Except, it isn’t your shadow. It’s a mans. It’s Sans. 

“Hello, Woo.” San says. Wooyoung freezes. Oh my god… its really happening. She sent him here to fuck me. But, how is that a punishment? He thinks to himself.

“Someone tells me you’ve been very bad tonight. Dragging me in the middle of it? That was very naughty Wooyoung…” San says as he makes his way to kneel next to Wooyoung. 

He grabs Wooyoungs face in his hand, tilting his chin up with just his pointer finger. He taps Wooyoung’s mouth with his thumb as they make eye contact. “Do you have anything to say for yourself, baby boy?” Damn, you must’ve told him everything, Wooyoung thought. 

Wooyoung’s only response, in true Wooyoung fashion, is to suck San’s thumb into his mouth, peering up at him with his best pouty eyes, hoping San loses his composure a little faster than you do. San’s only response is a small laugh, but it is laced with evil underneath. 

“Still giving the silent treatment, angel?” You ask from the doorway. Its a good thing you sent San in here first, to try and break Woo down before he was really in for it. Wooyoung immediately snaps away from San, bringing his gaze back down at your presence. 

“I’m sure you’re wondering why Sannie is here, baby” you start as you walk over to him. “It seemed like you wanted to play with him, but mommy got a little jealous.” you stroke his hair as you speak. 

You kneel down next to him, finding his lips parted and him breathing heavily, but he still won’t make eye contact with you. 

“I got a little jealous because I decided I wanted to play with Sannie too. But I don’t think baby deserves to join, do you?” you motion to San. 

“No, not yet. I think you have to prove you can be good, sweetheart.” San says. Wooyoung’s cock jumps in his underwear at that pet name coming from San.

“I can be good, I promise.” Wooyoung whimpers, bringing his head up to look at San. 

You grab the back of his long black hair, pulling hard so he has to arch his back to look at you. “Uh-uh baby boy. Sannie doesn’t get to decide, I do. Don’t forget who’s in charge here.” you say. 

His eyes are shut tight, reveling in the feeling of getting his hair pulled. What a painslut you think. “Get up on the bed baby” you command. “Mommy is going to tie you up, okay? You’re just going to have to watch as Mommy gets fucked.” 

His eyes bolt open, and you see all the emotions go through his head: excitement, fear, desperation. This is the perfect punishment and he knows it. 

You and San make quick work tying his arms to the headboard. “You’ve done this before, huh?” you ask San. He doesn’t respond, only smirks at you. 

You weren’t surprised when San was down for your little plan after you approached him at the party. You also weren’t surprised when he pushed you into the bathroom for a quick makeout sesh before you both left in his car. 

He really took control, even in the short 5 minutes in the bathroom. And you let him. He was really strong and had no trouble lifting you up to sit on the counter. You were so used to being the one in control, but this was a nice change. 

Of course you had to catch him up in the car of everything Woo likes, to make sure this really would go off without a hitch. And so far, it is. 

San was the first to make a move after you were both finished with Wooyoung. “Come here, beautiful.” He said, motioning for you to join him standing at the foot of the bed. 

You had given San full permission to dominate you beforehand, knowing how much it would rile Woo up to see him dom getting dommed herself. And you were right because the moment San weaved his hands through your hair and pulled, Wooyoung was already letting out the smallest whines. 

“Quiet, baby. Let mommy play” you said, never breaking eye contact with San. You were quick to snake your hand into his jeans, lazily stroking his half hard cock. He groans at the contact, gripping your hair a little bit harder. Okay I’m kind of understanding the pain kink now…

You weren’t going to give San everything he wanted, and he knew it too from the way you weren’t fully grasping him. “You can do better than that princess. On your knees” he commanded. 

You sunk down slowly, your back facing Wooyoung, really putting on a show for him to watch. His whines grew louder the closer you got to the ground, he was really eating this up. You make quick work unbuckling Sans belt and undoing his jeans. 

His cock springs out, and it’s beautiful. A good 8 inches, and the perfect girth. It curves up just a little bit at the end. You’re practically drooling when you look back up at him. He knows exactly what’s going through your head. 

“You have such a pretty cock, daddy” you say, really emphasizing the last word. You hear a groan and then a clang; Wooyoung’s sad attempt at pulling out of his restraints. 

“Stay put, dumb baby. You’ll get a taste eventually” San barks at Wooyoung. Holy shit, he’s going to be the end of you. 

You grip him and start licking up and down his veiny shaft. You get the feeling he likes it messy, and you do too. He pushes your head just a little to signal you to start sucking. You oblige, you love sucking dick anyways. 

He starts to gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail in his hands, but you raise your right arm up. He gets the message and removes the hairtie from your wrist to pull your hair up. 

“Mommymommymommy,” you hear Wooyoung call from the bed. He knows that is his hairtie that you’re supposed to use on him. 

“Mommy is busy sucking Daddy’s cock right now,” San says in response. “You wanna watch?” Wooyoung whimpers, not sure what he wants, but nodding anyways. 

San turns you sideways, so that your back isn’t facing the bed anymore, and Wooyoung can get a clear view of you bobbing on San’s cock. “Damn Woo, you never told me how good your girl is at sucking dick,” he says, letting his head fall back and he guides your head up and down his length. 

Your spit is gathering so much at this point, his dick getting messier and wetter by the second. You look up at San through your eyelashes before sinking down all the way until his tip is touching the back of your throat. Your eyes water but you don’t break eye contact with him as you choke. 

“Oohhhh fuck babygirl. That’s so good,” he praises. “You want to hear your mommy choke on this big dick again?” he asks to Wooyoung. “Daddy, please.” Woo says. 

San gently grasps your chin with one hand, the other resting on the back of your head. He starts off with slow thrusts, preparing you for a second. You look up at him after a second and give him a nod, knowing what he wants. 

His grasp on your face becomes tighter and then he is fucking your face, not breaking eye contact even though your eyes are screwed shut in concentration. Your gags are so loud, but not louder than Wooyoungs calls for both of you. 

He pulls you off suddenly, “I have to stop, or else i'm going to cum down your pretty throat” he says. 

You are just staring up at him though, as if he’s a god, not fully hearing what he’s saying. “Awe, Woo. I broke your mommy. She loved this dick so much she went cock drunk.” 

He kneels down to your level, swiping his thumb over your lips and collecting the spit that was dripping. He grabs your face and brings you in for a kiss, waking you up from the dream a little. His tongue snakes into your mouth and he guides you to stand up by your hair. 

“Daddy, pleasepleaseplease touch me. I’ve been so good. Please, it hurts,” Wooyoung calls from the bed. You break the kiss to glare at him, considering the options.

He looks fucking beautiful. His hair is messy hanging around his eyes, his chest heaving with every breath. His beautiful dick straining against his underwear, begging to be let out. 

Fine, but just a little tease. You stride over the bed, and lean over it, wiggling your ass a little to get San’s attention. You pull Wooyoung’s underwear off and fling them onto the ground. 

Your face is perfectly lined up with his cock and he bucks his hips to try and get it in your mouth. You push them down with your hands, not allowing him to move. But before you can even think about touching him, Wooyoung watches your face twist up in pleasure. 

Behind you, San had pulled your dress up and your underwear off and was absolutely devouring your already wet pussy. “Oh, daddy,” you moan. 

He continues to eat you out like his last meal, his hands gripping your ass and pulling it apart for better access. You decide to return a bit of the favor to Wooyoung. 

You suck your right pointer finger into your mouth, coating it with spit. Woo whimpers watching you, knowing what's coming. You trail your now lubed up finger from the tip down his shaft. He wails out at the contact, tears starting to fall. 

But you don’t stop at his base, continuing down until you circle his rim with your finger. He clenches to try and suck your finger into him. You let him, finally entering his tight hole. 

His moan when you start to finger him borders on animalistic. His head is thrown back and the sound he makes come deep from his throat, laced with rasp. 

You are getting closer to your orgasm as San sucks on your clit, circling his tongue lightly around it. 

“Sannie, can you-” he cuts you off with two of fingers prodding at your entrance. He knew exactly what you needed. They sink in slowly and you continue to finger Wooyoung, lightly brushing his prostate.

His cock jumps with every brush to his prostate, and you know hes close. You always found it so fucking hot that he can cum untouched, and you wanted to show San your baby’s talent. 

San finds your gspot, angling his fingers down and doing a come hither motion to bring you closer. He doesn’t let up on his pointed attack on your clit, and you know you're close. 

When San starts to feel you clench, he removes his fingers from you and stands. You shake your ass in protest, mad that he cut you off of your orgasm. 

“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s gonna give you what you want.” he says in your ear. He swiftly enters you, with no warning but no trouble either because you are already so wet. 

His cock fills you up deliciously, much thicker than Wooyoung. You fingers stall inside him, focusing on the way San’s cock hits your gspot perfectly every time. 

“Pl-please” Wooyoung whimpers below you, moving his hips to try and get your finger moving again. “Sorry baby, Daddy is just fucking me so good.” you say. 

As if in response, San speeds up his thrusts, bringing you back to the edge of your orgasm. You reach back to where his hand is holding onto your hip and move it down, signaling for him to circle your clit. 

“Mommy is gonna cum on my cock baby boy, you better look up and watch,” San says as he feels you clenching hard around him. Wooyoung’s head tilts up and makes eye contact with you.

That’s all you need and you’re cumming. San pinches your clit as it jumps in his fingers, his cock not letting up on the fast pace. It lasts almost a full minute. He slows down with your clenches, letting your orgasm taper out before eventually pulling out. 

It’s then that Wooyoungs breath speeds up, his hole clenching tightly around your finger. He continues to look at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth hanging open in a silent “O” as he cums all over his stomach. 

When you draw your fingers out of him, his head goes limp to the side. He came hard you can tell, but you’re not quite done with him yet. 

You come up from your position and go back to the side of the bed, undoing his restraints. San does the same to the other hand after stripping the rest of his clothes off. “Baby wake up, Daddy hasn’t even fucked you yet,” San says as he crawls over top of Wooyoung’s spent body. 

You watch in admiration as San licks up all of the cum on Wooyoungs abs, swallowing it all. Wooyoung’s eyes flutter open at the contact, and lets out a low groan. 

San then crawls up to Wooyoung’s face, stroking it lightly before kissing him deeply. This may be the hottest thing you have ever witnessed. 

Wooyoungs hand comes up to hold onto San’s side, the other one lightly stroking his cock as they make out. “Angel, you have to stop, or I’m gonna cum.” San breathes heavily into Wooyoung’s mouth. He obeys, eager to get San’s cock inside of him finally. 

San moves down just a bit, angling Wooyoungs hips up so he can access him. He holds his cock in one hand and looks down to spit on it. It expertly lands on his cock and he jacks himself off a few times to coat it around. 

Literally this guy is a sex god, you think, still watching from the side of the bed. 

He enters with ease and immediately Wooyoung’s back arches up like a pornstar. “My slutty baby loves to get his hole filled, doesn’t he?” you ask. Wooyoungs only response is a loud high pitched moan. 

“Want to join?” San asks. You wordlessly oblige, throwing your dress over your head and crawling onto the bed to hover over Wooyoungs body. You grab his face and harshly angle it to look at you. “Mommy is going to fuck you now, okay? Think you can fill me up while Daddy fucks you?”

He nods desperately, tears already starting to form in his eyes. You grab his already hard again cock and sink yourself down on it slowly, pitching your body forward to give San enough room as well. 

The 3 of you move in tandem, somehow finding the perfect rhythm. San grabs your arm when he gets close, pulling you up until your back rests against his chest. He doesn’t slow his fast thrusts into Wooyoung. “I want to play with your tits while I cum” he says. He pinches and twists your nipples, letting your boobs fall down and bounce before doing it again. 

The new angle has Woo’s cock twitching inside of you, and he grabs onto your thighs to brace himself. You continue to fuck yourself on his cock. 

San grabs you by the neck with one hand, while the other continues to play with your tits. “Please let me cum inside him.” San breathes into your ear. You nod, feeling Wooyoungs cock continue to twitch inside you knowing he’s about to get stuffed.

3 more thrusts and they are both cumming. The sounds of both of the boys loud moans fill the room. Woo fills you up with what cum he has left, shakily thrusting through his orgasm. San stills behind you, gripping you as if steady himself as he cums in Wooyoungs ass. 

You all still your movements, breathing heavily. When San lets go of you, you pitch forward, falling onto Wooyoung. He is barely there, his hands having now fallen from your thighs where they were gripping on for dear life just a minute ago. 

You kiss around his face, making sure hes okay, and brush his hair away. “Wooooyoung” you call for him in a sing-songy voice. “My baby, did you have a good time?” you ask. He grins, still not opening his eyes, and nods. 

San flops down to the side of you two on the bed. He puts his arms over his eyes as he slows his breathing down. “There ain’t no rest for the wicked, Daddy. You better clean up your mess” you say. 

He grins at you, with his eyes squinted shut. He leans over to kiss Wooyoung on the forehead before getting up and walking to the bathroom to get a washcloth. 

“I have to go to the bathroom baby, I’ll be right back,” you say to Wooyoung. He nods and squeezes your thigh in response. 

You aren’t bothered enough to ask San to leave while you pee. He stands in front of the mirror, washing his hands before he goes to clean Wooyoung up. You kiss the back of his neck as you cross behind him to the toilet. 

“We’ll have to do that again, yeah?” He asks. “Mmmm yeah. I think we can make that happen,” you say. 

He smirks as he wipes his hands off and grabs the washcloth to leave. “Maybe even a weekly thing?”

[astayinwonderland]

my head is spinning

i cannot and will not move on from this

EVER

[hausofmingi]

I'm so glad you liked it!! also the tag you put is sending me LMAO

[hausofmingi]

dumb baby

Pairing: dom!reader x dom!san x sub!wooyoung

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author note: This came from a brain thought in my 3 person group chat, and everyone knows that a 3 person group should NOT be shared to the public. But it was too good not to share. Also, I am a loyal sub in the bedroom in real life, so I don’t know what came over me, but woo just brings something out deep inside. I hope all you dommy mommies enjoy!

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nsfw warnings: sub!wooyoung, dom!reader, dom!san, mommy kink, pet names, name calling, mxm, threesome, hair pulling, use of ropes/tying up, reader is implied to be afab, cuckolding, oral (m & f receiving), san is a bit of a head pusher (non-derogatory), implied consent, daddy kink, face fucking, fingering (m & f receiving), cum eating, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, anal (m receiving), choking, creampie (m & f receiving)

Minors, don't even think about it you little shits.

That little slut, you thought. Right across the party, your boyfriend had his beautiful legs draped over his best friends, his hand holding San’s face to the side. Was he licking his ear?? A classic Wooyoung move. 

Did it make you mad to see your boyfriend flirting with someone else? Absolutely not. Did he want it to make you mad? Absolutely he did. 

He was staring daggers into you as he trailed his tongue down to San’s neck. He’s fucking asking for it. The cogs turned in your head. What punishment will I give that little shit this time?

You see, Woo loved to be punished. He loved to cry and beg and whimper and whine. He loved to be denied. And you were good at punishing. And suddenly, you got the perfect idea. 

Wooyoung had finally moved off of San’s lap, excusing himself to go get a drink. He walked towards you on the way to the kitchen, but dropped his gaze as if to ignore you when he got closer. 

You grabbed his arm to stop him next to you. Although he was taller and stronger than you, he always crumbled in your hold. 

“You think you can get away with that? Being a slut in front of the entire party?” you whispered, only in his earshot. You felt his arm tense under your grip. Oh, he was eating this up. 

He didn’t say anything, only turned to you and smirked before walking into the kitchen. You follow, and luckily, you two are the only ones in there. He is pouring himself another cup of whatever is in the crappy jungle juice, but you aren’t done with him yet. 

When he turns around to walk away, you are right behind him. You back him into the counter, gripping him by his cock to really get your point across. “Answer me,” you demand. 

He shakes, scared but already his dick is hardening. You have him right where you want him. “I- I-” he starts. “I, what? Baby boy already scared?” you cut him off. He licks his lips, both in anticipation and in fear. “I was just trying to get your attention, mommy.” he responds, finally. 

Using mommy in public? He knows ~exactly~ what he is doing to you. “Meet me at home in 10 minutes. I want you in the bedroom, ready for me.” you say, and let your grasp go of his now hard cock. 

You watch him as he goes, making a beeline for the front door to his car. Why he didn’t question how you’re getting home, you’re not sure, but like you said, you have a plan. And luckily, San walks into the kitchen at just that moment. “Hey San, I have a question for you…”

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Back at home, Wooyoung waits patiently for your arrival. 

He is already where you want him to be, on his knees on the ground in front of your bed. Just underwear (and today he chose his favorite black boxer briefs, which he knows you love to ruin). You like his hair down at first, but he knows the hair tie you keep on your wrist will be put to good use later. He faces away from the door to your bedroom, head looking down at his knees, and his hands in his lap. 

He really didn’t expect for this to happen tonight. But you both knew of his, for lack of a better word, infatuation with San. 

For years, there was tension between both of them. And you always told Woo it didn’t bother you, especially because you found San hot too. “Hall pass lists” weren’t really a thing for you guys, but it was unspoken that San was number one on both of yours. 

But tonight, after a few drinks Wooyoung got bold. It started with them sitting next to each other, then Woo’s legs were on San’s, then Woo leaned in to whisper in San’s ear. He felt how sensitive San was to have Wooyoung so close to his ear, so being the flirty dickhead he was, Wooyoung decided what a better time than now to make my best friend hard. And why not kill 2 birds with 1 stone and turn you on too. 

Wooyoung heard the front door lock turn, and then open. His cock stiffened in excitement for what was coming. You were silent coming up the stairs, not wanting to hint to Wooyoung anything that was about to happen. 

The door creaks open and Wooyoung looks up just a bit to see your shadow reflected on the bed. Except, it isn’t your shadow. It’s a mans. It’s Sans. 

“Hello, Woo.” San says. Wooyoung freezes. Oh my god… its really happening. She sent him here to fuck me. But, how is that a punishment? He thinks to himself.

“Someone tells me you’ve been very bad tonight. Dragging me in the middle of it? That was very naughty Wooyoung…” San says as he makes his way to kneel next to Wooyoung. 

He grabs Wooyoungs face in his hand, tilting his chin up with just his pointer finger. He taps Wooyoung’s mouth with his thumb as they make eye contact. “Do you have anything to say for yourself, baby boy?” Damn, you must’ve told him everything, Wooyoung thought. 

Wooyoung’s only response, in true Wooyoung fashion, is to suck San’s thumb into his mouth, peering up at him with his best pouty eyes, hoping San loses his composure a little faster than you do. San’s only response is a small laugh, but it is laced with evil underneath. 

“Still giving the silent treatment, angel?” You ask from the doorway. Its a good thing you sent San in here first, to try and break Woo down before he was really in for it. Wooyoung immediately snaps away from San, bringing his gaze back down at your presence. 

“I’m sure you’re wondering why Sannie is here, baby” you start as you walk over to him. “It seemed like you wanted to play with him, but mommy got a little jealous.” you stroke his hair as you speak. 

You kneel down next to him, finding his lips parted and him breathing heavily, but he still won’t make eye contact with you. 

“I got a little jealous because I decided I wanted to play with Sannie too. But I don’t think baby deserves to join, do you?” you motion to San. 

“No, not yet. I think you have to prove you can be good, sweetheart.” San says. Wooyoung’s cock jumps in his underwear at that pet name coming from San.

“I can be good, I promise.” Wooyoung whimpers, bringing his head up to look at San. 

You grab the back of his long black hair, pulling hard so he has to arch his back to look at you. “Uh-uh baby boy. Sannie doesn’t get to decide, I do. Don’t forget who’s in charge here.” you say. 

His eyes are shut tight, reveling in the feeling of getting his hair pulled. What a painslut you think. “Get up on the bed baby” you command. “Mommy is going to tie you up, okay? You’re just going to have to watch as Mommy gets fucked.” 

His eyes bolt open, and you see all the emotions go through his head: excitement, fear, desperation. This is the perfect punishment and he knows it. 

You and San make quick work tying his arms to the headboard. “You’ve done this before, huh?” you ask San. He doesn’t respond, only smirks at you. 

You weren’t surprised when San was down for your little plan after you approached him at the party. You also weren’t surprised when he pushed you into the bathroom for a quick makeout sesh before you both left in his car. 

He really took control, even in the short 5 minutes in the bathroom. And you let him. He was really strong and had no trouble lifting you up to sit on the counter. You were so used to being the one in control, but this was a nice change. 

Of course you had to catch him up in the car of everything Woo likes, to make sure this really would go off without a hitch. And so far, it is. 

San was the first to make a move after you were both finished with Wooyoung. “Come here, beautiful.” He said, motioning for you to join him standing at the foot of the bed. 

You had given San full permission to dominate you beforehand, knowing how much it would rile Woo up to see him dom getting dommed herself. And you were right because the moment San weaved his hands through your hair and pulled, Wooyoung was already letting out the smallest whines. 

“Quiet, baby. Let mommy play” you said, never breaking eye contact with San. You were quick to snake your hand into his jeans, lazily stroking his half hard cock. He groans at the contact, gripping your hair a little bit harder. Okay I’m kind of understanding the pain kink now…

You weren’t going to give San everything he wanted, and he knew it too from the way you weren’t fully grasping him. “You can do better than that princess. On your knees” he commanded. 

You sunk down slowly, your back facing Wooyoung, really putting on a show for him to watch. His whines grew louder the closer you got to the ground, he was really eating this up. You make quick work unbuckling Sans belt and undoing his jeans. 

His cock springs out, and it’s beautiful. A good 8 inches, and the perfect girth. It curves up just a little bit at the end. You’re practically drooling when you look back up at him. He knows exactly what’s going through your head. 

“You have such a pretty cock, daddy” you say, really emphasizing the last word. You hear a groan and then a clang; Wooyoung’s sad attempt at pulling out of his restraints. 

“Stay put, dumb baby. You’ll get a taste eventually” San barks at Wooyoung. Holy shit, he’s going to be the end of you. 

You grip him and start licking up and down his veiny shaft. You get the feeling he likes it messy, and you do too. He pushes your head just a little to signal you to start sucking. You oblige, you love sucking dick anyways. 

He starts to gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail in his hands, but you raise your right arm up. He gets the message and removes the hairtie from your wrist to pull your hair up. 

“Mommymommymommy,” you hear Wooyoung call from the bed. He knows that is his hairtie that you’re supposed to use on him. 

“Mommy is busy sucking Daddy’s cock right now,” San says in response. “You wanna watch?” Wooyoung whimpers, not sure what he wants, but nodding anyways. 

San turns you sideways, so that your back isn’t facing the bed anymore, and Wooyoung can get a clear view of you bobbing on San’s cock. “Damn Woo, you never told me how good your girl is at sucking dick,” he says, letting his head fall back and he guides your head up and down his length. 

Your spit is gathering so much at this point, his dick getting messier and wetter by the second. You look up at San through your eyelashes before sinking down all the way until his tip is touching the back of your throat. Your eyes water but you don’t break eye contact with him as you choke. 

“Oohhhh fuck babygirl. That’s so good,” he praises. “You want to hear your mommy choke on this big dick again?” he asks to Wooyoung. “Daddy, please.” Woo says. 

San gently grasps your chin with one hand, the other resting on the back of your head. He starts off with slow thrusts, preparing you for a second. You look up at him after a second and give him a nod, knowing what he wants. 

His grasp on your face becomes tighter and then he is fucking your face, not breaking eye contact even though your eyes are screwed shut in concentration. Your gags are so loud, but not louder than Wooyoungs calls for both of you. 

He pulls you off suddenly, “I have to stop, or else i'm going to cum down your pretty throat” he says. 

You are just staring up at him though, as if he’s a god, not fully hearing what he’s saying. “Awe, Woo. I broke your mommy. She loved this dick so much she went cock drunk.” 

He kneels down to your level, swiping his thumb over your lips and collecting the spit that was dripping. He grabs your face and brings you in for a kiss, waking you up from the dream a little. His tongue snakes into your mouth and he guides you to stand up by your hair. 

“Daddy, pleasepleaseplease touch me. I’ve been so good. Please, it hurts,” Wooyoung calls from the bed. You break the kiss to glare at him, considering the options.

He looks fucking beautiful. His hair is messy hanging around his eyes, his chest heaving with every breath. His beautiful dick straining against his underwear, begging to be let out. 

Fine, but just a little tease. You stride over the bed, and lean over it, wiggling your ass a little to get San’s attention. You pull Wooyoung’s underwear off and fling them onto the ground. 

Your face is perfectly lined up with his cock and he bucks his hips to try and get it in your mouth. You push them down with your hands, not allowing him to move. But before you can even think about touching him, Wooyoung watches your face twist up in pleasure. 

Behind you, San had pulled your dress up and your underwear off and was absolutely devouring your already wet pussy. “Oh, daddy,” you moan. 

He continues to eat you out like his last meal, his hands gripping your ass and pulling it apart for better access. You decide to return a bit of the favor to Wooyoung. 

You suck your right pointer finger into your mouth, coating it with spit. Woo whimpers watching you, knowing what's coming. You trail your now lubed up finger from the tip down his shaft. He wails out at the contact, tears starting to fall. 

But you don’t stop at his base, continuing down until you circle his rim with your finger. He clenches to try and suck your finger into him. You let him, finally entering his tight hole. 

His moan when you start to finger him borders on animalistic. His head is thrown back and the sound he makes come deep from his throat, laced with rasp. 

You are getting closer to your orgasm as San sucks on your clit, circling his tongue lightly around it. 

“Sannie, can you-” he cuts you off with two of fingers prodding at your entrance. He knew exactly what you needed. They sink in slowly and you continue to finger Wooyoung, lightly brushing his prostate.

His cock jumps with every brush to his prostate, and you know hes close. You always found it so fucking hot that he can cum untouched, and you wanted to show San your baby’s talent. 

San finds your gspot, angling his fingers down and doing a come hither motion to bring you closer. He doesn’t let up on his pointed attack on your clit, and you know you're close. 

When San starts to feel you clench, he removes his fingers from you and stands. You shake your ass in protest, mad that he cut you off of your orgasm. 

“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s gonna give you what you want.” he says in your ear. He swiftly enters you, with no warning but no trouble either because you are already so wet. 

His cock fills you up deliciously, much thicker than Wooyoung. You fingers stall inside him, focusing on the way San’s cock hits your gspot perfectly every time. 

“Pl-please” Wooyoung whimpers below you, moving his hips to try and get your finger moving again. “Sorry baby, Daddy is just fucking me so good.” you say. 

As if in response, San speeds up his thrusts, bringing you back to the edge of your orgasm. You reach back to where his hand is holding onto your hip and move it down, signaling for him to circle your clit. 

“Mommy is gonna cum on my cock baby boy, you better look up and watch,” San says as he feels you clenching hard around him. Wooyoung’s head tilts up and makes eye contact with you.

That’s all you need and you’re cumming. San pinches your clit as it jumps in his fingers, his cock not letting up on the fast pace. It lasts almost a full minute. He slows down with your clenches, letting your orgasm taper out before eventually pulling out. 

It’s then that Wooyoungs breath speeds up, his hole clenching tightly around your finger. He continues to look at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth hanging open in a silent “O” as he cums all over his stomach. 

When you draw your fingers out of him, his head goes limp to the side. He came hard you can tell, but you’re not quite done with him yet. 

You come up from your position and go back to the side of the bed, undoing his restraints. San does the same to the other hand after stripping the rest of his clothes off. “Baby wake up, Daddy hasn’t even fucked you yet,” San says as he crawls over top of Wooyoung’s spent body. 

You watch in admiration as San licks up all of the cum on Wooyoungs abs, swallowing it all. Wooyoung’s eyes flutter open at the contact, and lets out a low groan. 

San then crawls up to Wooyoung’s face, stroking it lightly before kissing him deeply. This may be the hottest thing you have ever witnessed. 

Wooyoungs hand comes up to hold onto San’s side, the other one lightly stroking his cock as they make out. “Angel, you have to stop, or I’m gonna cum.” San breathes heavily into Wooyoung’s mouth. He obeys, eager to get San’s cock inside of him finally. 

San moves down just a bit, angling Wooyoungs hips up so he can access him. He holds his cock in one hand and looks down to spit on it. It expertly lands on his cock and he jacks himself off a few times to coat it around. 

Literally this guy is a sex god, you think, still watching from the side of the bed. 

He enters with ease and immediately Wooyoung’s back arches up like a pornstar. “My slutty baby loves to get his hole filled, doesn’t he?” you ask. Wooyoungs only response is a loud high pitched moan. 

“Want to join?” San asks. You wordlessly oblige, throwing your dress over your head and crawling onto the bed to hover over Wooyoungs body. You grab his face and harshly angle it to look at you. “Mommy is going to fuck you now, okay? Think you can fill me up while Daddy fucks you?”

He nods desperately, tears already starting to form in his eyes. You grab his already hard again cock and sink yourself down on it slowly, pitching your body forward to give San enough room as well. 

The 3 of you move in tandem, somehow finding the perfect rhythm. San grabs your arm when he gets close, pulling you up until your back rests against his chest. He doesn’t slow his fast thrusts into Wooyoung. “I want to play with your tits while I cum” he says. He pinches and twists your nipples, letting your boobs fall down and bounce before doing it again. 

The new angle has Woo’s cock twitching inside of you, and he grabs onto your thighs to brace himself. You continue to fuck yourself on his cock. 

San grabs you by the neck with one hand, while the other continues to play with your tits. “Please let me cum inside him.” San breathes into your ear. You nod, feeling Wooyoungs cock continue to twitch inside you knowing he’s about to get stuffed.

3 more thrusts and they are both cumming. The sounds of both of the boys loud moans fill the room. Woo fills you up with what cum he has left, shakily thrusting through his orgasm. San stills behind you, gripping you as if steady himself as he cums in Wooyoungs ass. 

You all still your movements, breathing heavily. When San lets go of you, you pitch forward, falling onto Wooyoung. He is barely there, his hands having now fallen from your thighs where they were gripping on for dear life just a minute ago. 

You kiss around his face, making sure hes okay, and brush his hair away. “Wooooyoung” you call for him in a sing-songy voice. “My baby, did you have a good time?” you ask. He grins, still not opening his eyes, and nods. 

San flops down to the side of you two on the bed. He puts his arms over his eyes as he slows his breathing down. “There ain’t no rest for the wicked, Daddy. You better clean up your mess” you say. 

He grins at you, with his eyes squinted shut. He leans over to kiss Wooyoung on the forehead before getting up and walking to the bathroom to get a washcloth. 

“I have to go to the bathroom baby, I’ll be right back,” you say to Wooyoung. He nods and squeezes your thigh in response. 

You aren’t bothered enough to ask San to leave while you pee. He stands in front of the mirror, washing his hands before he goes to clean Wooyoung up. You kiss the back of his neck as you cross behind him to the toilet. 

“We’ll have to do that again, yeah?” He asks. “Mmmm yeah. I think we can make that happen,” you say. 

He smirks as he wipes his hands off and grabs the washcloth to leave. “Maybe even a weekly thing?”

[honeyhotteoks]

always only you (c.sc)

summary: the date was terrible, awful even, but you just can't call your brother to pick you up. you have to call his best friend instead.

note: hi um....... i'm back and a seventeen stan now????? don't worry, i'm still working on ateez fic, but s.coups has taken hold of my brain and i needed to get this one out there so..... pls enjoy

warnings: non idol!seungcheol, fem!reader, older brother mingyu, seungcheol is mingyus bff, reader is called a sl*t in a mean way by her shitty date, v protective cheol, reckless driving, unprotected sex (wrap it up dont be like them), reader is curvy and descriptors like full, thick, etc. are used throughout, makeouts, grinding, cheol is obsessed with pussy, i mean fr he's a bonafide wap enjoyer, an oral aficionado of the wettest kind, anyways there's oral sex f receiving, hand stuff, rough fingering, rough but passionate sex, use of baby and princess, creampies b/c lbr he's gotta, anyways they're obsessed with each other

pairings: s.coups x reader

genre: smut and more smut, childhood friends to lovers

word count: 14.2K

It was a bad date. 

Not the worst date you’ve ever had, granted, but still pretty up there in terms of terrible. He left an hour ago, the minute you interrupted his monologue to tell him that you were pretty sure things weren’t going to work out. You’ve never had someone leave in the middle of a date before, but then again, you’ve never actually told someone the date was bad in the middle either. 

Not being able to find the right guy is starting to feel embarrassing. It’s been years since your last relationship and months since you even had a second date. Naively, you had had such a good feeling about tonight and having to be proven wrong at breakneck speed before you even got your entrees feels like some kind of poetic karma for something you must have done. You just wish for once you had kept your mouth shut, but your good feeling had been infectious and your excitement about the date bubbled up out of you to your friends and your coworkers. 

You just wish you never told Mingyu. 

I have a really good feeling about him. That’s what you told your brother on the phone a few hours ago. We’ve been talking for a few weeks, I think you’ll really like him.

Stupid. 

You should have known he was on the rebound from the suspiciously large gap in photos on his Instagram. You should have known he was just trying to sleep with you from the minute he commented on your dress, from the way he touched your shoulder for too long for the first hug. You should have known on top of all of that that he would be boring from his joking non-answer when you asked about his most recent read. Sometimes it takes all of those things wrapped up tightly together and shoved directly in your face from across a dining room table to know for sure. 

You just wish you never said a word to Mingyu. You don’t want to see that look in his eyes when you tell him he wasn’t the right guy. His eyes always go soft, mouth downturned, and it kills you every time because he means it when he says - You’ll find the right guy soon, anyone would be crazy to not love you. 

Tonight you really don’t want pity, you don’t think you can handle it. 

“Are you ready for the check?” The server’s voice snaps you right out of your thoughts and you look up at his sympathetic smile. 

“Sorry,” You manage, “yes,”

“No rush,” He lies, immediately producing the leather billfold and sliding it across the tablecloth. 

The floor doesn’t start to drop out from beneath you until you open it, despite having to sit here and eat your pasta alone. This place is expensive, more expensive than you thought. 

Your eyes run through the bill. Four cocktails, two appetizers, two entrees, one slice of cherry cheesecake. The bills your date left on the table just barely covers three cocktails. You can’t afford this. The prices here were probably nothing for your date given how much he talked about his extremely smart investing strategies, but not for you. 

You do fast math, panic math. 

After paying the bill you’ll have 9,600 won in your debit account. You get paid tomorrow so it’s not the scariest number you’ve ever seen in your account, but it’s definitely not enough for a taxi home. 

Your stomach churns. 

You pay the bill quickly, quietly, the server’s hovering presence by your shoulder enough to tell you there is in fact a considerable rush. Your card is returned to you in moments, and he places a brown paper bag in front of you, “There’s an extra slice of cheesecake in there for you,” he says, “I’m sorry about your date.”

He’s gone before you can say thank you. 

You suppose you can’t really sit inside anymore if you’ve paid the bill and you’re holding a to-go bag, so you step out into the chilly night air. It’s been raining lately, but barely. It’s been cloudy more than anything, and yet here you are walking outside into the cold night air and a late autumn storm of icy rain. 

Your date was a special kind of bastard for leaving you stranded a half hour from your apartment in a storm like this. 

The comments he made about you, about your dress and the way it fits flick through your mind and your jaw draws tightly shut. If you had had the wherewithal in that moment to slap him or toss a glass of water in his face you would have, but instead you sat frozen with your stomach in knots. 

It takes you one flash of rage to scroll through your phone and delete the three dating apps installed, and then you open up your contacts and scroll for your brother’s name. He doesn’t live too far from here, and you know he’s probably out with some of his friends, but if you’re lucky maybe he’s close by. Your finger hovers over Mingyu’s contact, but you can't quite make the call. 

You’re twenty-six, you should be grown up enough to get home by yourself after a bad date and not have to call him to rescue you. Embarrassment floods you, the idea of admitting you can’t afford the taxi tonight just sinks into your bones. You love your brother so much, but the idea of seeing him look at you the way he sometimes does and then slip money into your purse for you to find at home makes you want to cry. You’d call him and you’d tell him you’re returning it and he’d play dumb - What money, y/n? I didn’t put that there, maybe it’s like when you find 50,000 won in your old jeans?

No, you can’t call him. You can’t go over to his lovely little apartment with his absolutely lovely fiance and cry about the sorry state of your romantic life. Nothing about that will make you feel better in this moment, absolutely nothing. 

You scroll away from his contact and you think about anyone else you could call, but there’s only one person who keeps coming to mind. There’s no way he’ll pick up, not when he sees your number on his phone, not after the way you’ve treated him for the past year, but his apartment really isn’t that far from here and if he doesn’t hate your guts you know he’ll at least give you a ride. 

The rain picks up, pelting you hard enough that you have to duck back under the measly lip of the restaurants roof for what cover it provides, and you don’t realize you’re well and truly crying until your cheeks feel warm and wet and you can’t get a full breath, but here you are. Stranded alone, broke, and loveless in an apparently ill fitting dress, and there’s only one person’s voice you want to hear even if it’s just his stupid voicemail box. 

Tears hiccup out of you as you dial, cold fingers shaking as you try to press the numbers you’ve had memorized by heart since you were thirteen and got your first cell phone. 

The phone rings twice before he answers, “Hey, you,” 

The easy sound of his voice makes your tears come faster. Your breath hitches in your chest, “Cheol?”

“y/n?” His voice shifts, “Are you crying?”

“I’m,” You hiccup again, “I’m sorry,”

“Hey,” He tries again, “y/n, is that you?” 

“I messed up,” Your head is starting to throb and you press your eyes closed, leaning back against the cold wall of the restaurant and hiding as much of your body under the overhang of the roof as possible, “I’m sorry to call,”

“That’s okay,” Seungcheol says, his voice sounding strained, “what happened, princess?” 

He hasn’t called you that in years, not since you were fifteen and carrying a torch for him. Not since you made Mingyu tell him to stop. 

“C-can you come get me?” You wish you could just stop crying.

“Tell me where you are,” He answers immediately, and despite the rain you hear the sound of his car keys. 

You give him the name of the restaurant, the closest cross streets, all blubbered out between fat tears and rain drops. 

“That’s…” He sounds distant suddenly and then his voice reconnects, “twenty minutes, okay? I’ll be there in twenty minutes, princess, just take a deep breath,” 

You drag in a shaky breath, “Cheol,” you scrub the tears from under your eyes, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know who else to call,” 

“Me,” He says, his car starting up in the background, “you always call me if you need me,” 

You haven’t seen him in almost a year, barely talked to him outside of sending reactions to each other's Instagram stories, but he’s coming. 

The way you fell away from him was gradual at first, and then an intentional self preservationist wall. Mingyu had introduced his best friend to a girl, and despite your high school crush being supposedly dead and buried, you weren’t prepared for what Choi Seungcheol in love would look like. You started being busier and busier until his calls went unanswered and then eventually his calls just stopped altogether. Mingyu told you later that the relationship didn’t last, but the damage was done and in the end it was just easier not to reach out first. 

You can’t believe he picked up the phone and you can’t believe the first thing he heard from you in a year was hysterical crying. Taking a set of deep, steadying breaths you wipe away the wetness from your cheeks. Your date had hurt your feelings, but you only let it last for a minute. You wouldn’t let a man with such a fragile ego get into your head, and besides, you’ve always liked this dress. 

Seungcheol makes it to you in fifteen minutes flat. He’s broken at least six traffic laws to get to you, including running a solidly red, redlight, but he really doesn’t care. 

He’s seen you cry before, plenty of times. When you skinned your knee at seven or that time he and Mingyu played a prank when you were eleven, tricking you into thinking you were home alone on Halloween night. He’s seen you cry at movies and at videos of puppies and the sound of moving music, and he remembers your eyes full of glassy tears watching Mingyu graduate college. He remembers the sound of it when your grandmother died when you were nineteen, the way your shoulders shook and your breath wheezed as you hid your face tightly in your brother's chest while he looked on feeling so, so helpless. 

Seungcheol remembers all of it, but he’s never heard you sound like you did tonight.  

Mingyu had said you had a date. Earlier in Seungcheol’s night at a bar not far from his apartment, his best friend mentioned it off hand. Mingyu said it like an afterthought as he answered one of your texts. Seungcheol tried not to notice the way his hand tightened on his beer can, enough to make the aluminum crack inwards on itself where his thumb dug into the cool metal. He tried not to think too much about what that meant, just like he’s been trying not to think too much about you at all lately. 

Now his mind is racing, threading the pieces together as the wet road whips by. The threadiness of your voice turns synonymous with panic in his mind and now all he can think about is how he’ll find you when he gets there. He goes over the facts he knows while he stops behind a small block of traffic, his knuckles white as he grips the wheel. 

A date, a bad date, a date you needed a ride away from. The kind of date you couldn’t tell your brother about, when he knows that Mingyu is always your first call. As the traffic disperses he presses the gas pedal and weaves around the slower cars, images flickering in his mind’s eye. A faceless man looking at you, making you uncomfortable, pressing into your space. His mind loops on the image of an unwanted kiss, of pushy hands finding their way under your blouse. 

By the time he’s skidding into the parking lot of the restaurant his hands are shaking and he’s ready to kill. 

When he sees you, wet and shivering on the sidewalk, he nearly falls out of the car trying to get to you. He leaves the key in the ignition, the door flung wide open with warmth pouring out into the chilly night air. 

He looks flustered, rumpled like he was having a quiet night in. Heavy gray sweatpants that hang just right on his hips and an oversized white shirt. He’s wearing socks and slides and the second you see him it dawns on you that when you called him you must have sounded hysterical because he didn’t even try to dress for the icy weather. 

“You look terrible,” You clap a hand over your lips to stop yourself from laughing, and you can’t believe that’s the first thing you manage to say to him after a year. You hate yourself for having no filter, no off switch, no ability to just be normal and say thank you for coming all this way. 

His expression runs from panic to confusion in a split second, “What?” 

“Fuck,” You laugh, shaking your head, “no, sorry, you look good, but it’s raining like hell, get in the car,” 

He blinks, “y/n,” 

“Come on,” You duck out from beneath the measly roof overhang and dart towards the passenger side door, “it’s freezing, I’ll explain in the car,” 

Your dress is wet, but not soaked through, so you hope you won’t do any damage to his seats as you slide into the warmth of his car and shut the door. It takes him at least thirty seconds to follow you, but through his confusion at your reaction you bet he finally registers the cold wetness of his socks and it snaps him back to reality. 

He leaves the car in park and turns his body to you. 

You owe him an explanation, especially given the way you cried on the phone to him twenty minutes ago, but all you can think right now is that it’s really, really nice to see his face again. His hair has gotten longer, shaggier and curled a little at the neck and it might just be the fit of his shirt, but he looks broader. It’s only been a year, but he looks so much more like a man now. All you can manage is, “Hey, Cheol,” 

“Hey,” He answers, shifting himself further in the seat so that he’s almost twisted up sideways, one leg tucked up to accommodate the position. 

The front of his shirt is damp with rain and clinging a bit to his chest and you look down. You really do not need to be having these kinds of thoughts about him again, it’s only been a minute, ninety seconds at the most.  

“y/n,” He says, his voice slow and soft, “what happened?” 

Shame floods you, heating your cheeks red. 

He stretches a hand across the center console, but he stops halfway, his fingers closing into a loose fist, “You know you can tell me anything, right?” 

“I know,” 

“I won’t tell Gyu,” He offers quietly, “just tell me what happened, and I promise, I’ll take care of it.” 

Oh. 

Your head snaps up at his serious tone, “Nothing happened, I’m fine,” 

He looks more confused than before if that’s even possible, and you can practically see him working out his next words. 

“Cheol,” You shake your head, “I’m serious, I’m completely fine, I just needed a ride,” 

“You were crying,” He says, not a question but a fact. 

“I know,” You sigh. 

“You were crying like something happened,” He draws his arm back and runs a hand through his damp hair, “and you called me?” 

“I know,” You repeat, “it was a bad date, but that’s all it was. He ditched me without a ride though and I just,” 

Seungcheol’s lips close at your words as he waits for you to finish. 

“The thought of calling Mingyu and telling him about this just,” You clear your throat to push back a little bubble of emotion, “yeah, I couldn’t do that,” 

“Oh,” His voice drops, and Seungcheol shifts in his seat, throwing the car into drive, “got it.” 

“No, Cheol,” You shake your head, “that’s not what I meant,” 

“It’s fine,” He peels out of the parking lot, “I’ll drive you home.”

He’s angry, pissed at you in that way he gets pissed. Tightened jaw, heavy sighs, his knee bouncing in irritation. If you give it five minutes he’ll tell you what’s bothering him, he’ll say it in a fast rush like he’s more disappointed than mad. You have to let him come to you when he’s like this, no amount of trying to explain will fix it, so you wait. 

The drive is silent, and you fight the urge to jump in with directions when he approaches each light and turn. He knows where your apartment is, he helped you move in four years ago when you graduated college. Mingyu and his friends lifting box after box and telling you to just relax and let the professionals handle it. You smile at the memory. 

He stays quiet until he turns off the major road and down the side streets that will take you to your apartment, but finally he says, “You can’t just call me like that and expect me to drop everything when you have a bad date,” 

“Were you busy?” You didn’t think so judging by the state of his clothes, but it’s not out of the realm of possibility. He could have had friends over, maybe a girl. You wonder idly if he’s seeing someone. 

“That’s not the point,” He glances at you, “and you know it.” 

“I’m sorry,” You tell him, and you mean it, “I really didn’t know who to call, and I just,” 

“What, y/n?” He pushes a little. 

“I just don’t want to tell Mingyu about the date,” You confess, “and I didn’t mean to call you and be such a mess, the date really was bad and I was feeling sorry for myself, and I didn’t have enough money to get home,” 

“What?” He swivels his head to the side for a moment and then refocuses on the road. 

“I would have called a taxi,” You explain, “but my fucking date left and didn’t pay after we ordered all this food and it was more than I was planning for,” 

“He didn’t pay?” He sounds disgusted and you smile. 

“No,” You tell him, “but in fairness, I did tell him in the middle of the date it wasn’t going to work out,” 

He laughs sharply, and you know he’s still irritated but at least he’s listening, “That bad?” 

“Yeah,” You sigh, “but it is what it is,” 

He glances over to you again, “So he walked out?” 

“Basically,” You nod, “he said what he needed to say, dropped twenty-thousand won on the table like that was going to cover anything and walked out. At least now I know he was an asshole, I’m not missing out on anything,” 

“What did he say to you?” His voice pops up an octave. 

You’d really rather not tell him, you’d be fine burying the comment he made deep down inside never to be unpacked again. You shake your head, “It’s fine,” 

“It doesn’t seem fine,” He starts, but you smoothly cut back in. 

“I just didn’t want Gyu to feel bad for me I guess, he knew I was looking forward to the date, and having to call for a ride like this, I don’t know. I was embarrassed,” You explain. 

“I still don’t understand why you called me, though,” He admits, and you can still feel the tension in him even though the conversation has been ebbing and flowing, “I’m not your brother.” 

Irritation sparks in you at the comment, “I know you’re not,” you turn to him, “but we’re friends, aren’t we?” 

“Friends call each other,” He says simply, “don’t they?” 

You let his comment sit in the air between you for a moment, and then you sigh, “Yeah, they do. I’m sorry I disappeared on you like that,” 

“I tried calling,” He says softly, “but you were always busy,” 

“I know,” You breathe. 

He drives further, slower now and safer that you’re in the car, and you can see him thinking through your words. Finally he slides his hand across the center console with his palm turned up, offering you his hand, “y/n,” he says, “are you doing okay? With money, I mean, after what you said?” 

“I’m good,” You tell him, “it was just shitty timing,” 

“If you need anything,” He squeezes your hand as you slide your palm across his, “I’m here, we don’t have to say anything to,” 

 “I’m okay,” You assure him, “but thank you, seriously,” 

He nods, accepting your words, but then he asks something harder, “What did that guy say to you, y/n? I know you, you weren’t crying like that over not being able to get a taxi,” 

You sigh, leaning back in the passenger seat, “Can I ask you to let it go?” 

“You can ask,” He shrugs, “but so can I.” 

You sit quietly, looking at your entwined hands resting on your knee. His thumb strokes over your knuckles slowly. 

“Fine,” You murmur, “he said he didn’t want to date me anyways, he just came to sleep with me,” 

His hand tightens on yours. 

“And if I wasn’t going to fuck him,” You do your best to clean up some of the language he used when he got up from the table, “I shouldn’t have dressed like a slut,” 

You leave out the part that really cut deep, the part that made the more form fitting dress you chose go from sexy to something sour. 

“Give me this asshole’s name,” Seungcheol skids to a stop a little too harshly at the next traffic light and turns to you. 

“No,” You shake your head, “I’m fine now, it just stung,” 

His lips close in a tight line and then he sighs, “I’m so sorry someone said that to you,” 

“Don’t apologize, Cheol,” You squeeze his hand, “you didn’t say it.” 

“I know, but still,” He holds your gaze, “it was mean, and you deserve much better from a guy you’re seeing, and you don’t look like, or I mean, you aren’t a,” 

You smile as he stumbles over his words and someone behind him gently honks the horn enough to let him know the light has gone green. 

He jolts and refocuses on the road, clearing his throat, “What I’m trying to say is that you look nice, pretty. The dress is good, and you, um, you don’t look,” 

“Thank you,” You cut him off, trying to save him from swallowing his own tongue out of embarrassment, and you ignore the way your stomach flipped over on itself hearing Seungcheol call you pretty. 

“Yeah,” He swallows, slowing down to make the final turn onto your little block, “you know what I mean,” 

“Mhm,” You laugh, breaking down any lingering tension, “Cheol, are you a little disappointed you didn’t get to punch my date? Is that it?” 

“Shut up,” He sighs. 

“Aw,” You smile as he pulls into a space by your apartment, “You were worried about me?” 

He rolls his eyes as he kills the ignition, “You were hysterical,” he says, “what was I supposed to think?” 

“Don’t worry,” You smile as he throws open the driver’s side door, “I think it’s kind of sweet that you went all knight and shining armor on me,” 

His lip twitches, “Don’t make fun,” he says, “I thought something bad happened to you,” 

“Nothing bad happened to me,” You find yourself assuring him again even though he already knows this, and you twist the moment back to a joke as quickly as you can, “unless you count listening to a guy talk about his ex for twenty minutes,” 

He grimaces, “Ugh,” 

“Exactly,” 

“Actually, you know what,” He grins, “you’re right, that is a terrible date and you were right to call me,” 

He’s out of the car and crossing to your door and relief floods your chest. Just like that, you’re back to normal. 

Seungcheol pulls open your door to let you out and says, “Do you have a towel or something?” 

“You want to come up?” 

“If you don’t mind,”

“You just swooped in and saved my night, Coups, of course I don’t mind.” He smiles at the nickname, the one mostly used by his friend group and coined by Seungcheol himself during their short lived Soundcloud music career freshman year of college. The nickname stuck, but you and Mingyu knew him before and you’ve both always, always called him Seungcheol. 

He ducks his head, smiles, and follows you up the stairs and into your apartment just like old times. 

It’s a little strange seeing him like this after so much time has passed, but no matter what has happened in your life, even when your childhood little crush on him was making your nights sleepless, he’s always been there. He’s been a constant in your life since you could form memories, and when you really think about it, you’ve never not known Seungcheol. Suddenly seeing him in your living room feels right, and it makes you wonder why you couldn’t pick up the phone and say something real to him this past year.

“It looks good in here,” He offers, toeing off his slides in the entryway and stepping into your little living room, “it looks like you,” 

“Thanks,” You’re pretty sure the floor of your bedroom is still covered in clothes from earlier, but he’s not going to see that and you’re just glad you didn’t let that chaos spillover out here. 

“So,” He clears his throat lightly. 

“Towel,” You jump, “right, hold on,” 

You disappear down the hall and Seungcheol’s chest goes fluttering fast. He doesn’t need a towel, he doesn’t need anything except a pair of dry socks and his own bed, and he can’t figure out for the life of him why he gave into the little voice that told him to come upstairs. You’ve made it pretty clear over the past year or so that you’ve grown up, you’ve made your own group of friends outside of him and your brother and the guys. He doesn’t need to be here, you don’t need him anymore, you just needed a ride. 

But he’s missed you a little. A lot if he’s being honest with himself. Sometimes he finds himself asking Mingyu about you, hoping you might drop by while he’s at his best friend’s place. Your name on his phone screen earlier in the night had stopped his heart cold. He couldn’t imagine why you were calling and not just texting, and he picked up the phone so fast he thought he might have fucked it up and accidentally pressed end. He tried to sound casual, normal, but his heart was pounding. 

Standing in your living room he feels out of place, like a forgotten childhood relic unboxed in the middle of a new home. He doesn’t know which seat to sit in, he doesn’t have his spot on your couch here like he did at your old place. He doesn’t know where you keep your glasses or which remote would switch on the television. He doesn’t know which book you’ve been reading from the little stack on the table or the name of the place you’ve been working, and there’s a man’s jacket hanging on the wall in the hallway that he doesn’t recognize. He hopes it’s Mingyu’s. 

He doesn’t know why he’s here. He should leave. He should go. 

“Okay,” Your voice comes back, and he tears his eyes away from the little details of your life he doesn’t recognize to look back at you, “I’ve got a towel, socks, and I bet I have a sweatshirt of Gyu’s around here if you’re cold,” 

“I’m good,” He recovers, taking the dry items from your hands. 

Your fingers brush along his as you pass everything off and your stomach jumps. 

“Come in,” You wave him in, “I’ll make some coffee or something and then I need to change,” 

“You should get a warm shower,” He says abruptly, “you’ll catch a cold,” 

“I’m fine,” You shake your head, “I wasn’t out there for too long,” 

“I’ll make the coffee then, you need to get out of that wet dress,” He shoos you away and points to your kitchen, “I assume you have a normal coffee machine and not some fancy Italian thing?” 

“I think you’ll be fine,” You smile, “I’ll just be a second,” 

He nods, and you dart back down the hallway to your bedroom. 

It takes you three minutes to change into something comfortable and clean and then kick all of your scattered clothes into the closet and shut the door. You run a brush through your tangled hair from the rain, and you almost forget that your childhood crush is walking freely around your apartment, but then you hear his laugh and you melt into the wall behind you. You missed the sound of it so much, and if you don’t get a handle on this right now you’re going to go out there and make a fool of yourself. 

But then he laughs again. 

You smile as you come back out into the living room, leaving your good sense behind in the bathroom, “What’s so funny?” 

“I haven’t seen these in years,” He grins, and as you come around the corner you realize he’s looking at the photos you have framed and sitting in various spots on your bookshelf. 

“Oh,” You smile, seeing the one he’s holding and studying, “yeah,” 

“This one,” He tips the frame so you can see the picture, but you already know which one, Mingyu and Seungcheol in their first year of college stand in the center of the frame, Wonwoo, Jeonghan, Dokyeom, and Hoshi with their arms thrown around each other on either side. You are crouching in the center with Jeonghan’s little sister, both of you holding out a peace sign. 

“Isn’t this the night we went to that haunted theme park?” Seungcheol asks with a smile. 

“Yeah,” You take the photo back from him and look it over for a moment, “in Daegu,” 

He nods, “I remember,” 

“Yeah,” You place the photo back in it’s assigned spot and turn towards the kitchen, “I just remember you and DK scaring the living shit out of me,” 

“God,” He runs a hand through his hair, “we did, I felt so bad about that after,” 

“Mm,” You laugh. 

“Gyu reamed us out for it later,” He follows you into the kitchen and watches as you pour two cups of freshly brewed coffee. 

“He never told me that,” Your eyes perk up in surprise. 

“He said,” Seungcheol straightens himself up to his full height and lets his face go passive for his impression, “‘If you ever make my sister cry like that again, you’ll be sorry,’” 

“Sorry?” You laugh, “Mingyu wouldn’t know how to make someone sorry if his life depended on it,” 

“I don’t know,” He shrugs, relaxing his shoulders and reaching for his cup, “it seemed pretty clear he wasn’t fucking around, we took him seriously,” 

“Wow,” You lean against the counter, “that’s actually kind of sweet,” 

“He’s always been protective of you,” Seungcheol points out, “even now, he’ll talk about you and I can see it,” 

“I’m not a kid anymore, though,” You bristle a little. 

“He knows that,” Seungcheol shakes his head, “he just worries, you know, it’s his nature,” 

“Yeah,” You nod, taking a long sip of your coffee, “I know,” 

Seungcheol hovers, not finding a place to lean or to sit in the unfamiliar place, and finally he just asks the question that’s been on his mind for the past twenty minutes, “Is that why you didn’t call him? He worries too much?” 

“I guess a little,” You move past him and back into the living room, “come sit down, you’re making me nervous,” 

He blushes and every little emotion you’ve ever had for him comes thundering back in your chest. There are at least three places for him to sit that aren’t directly next to you on the couch, but he ignores every one of them and sits next to you, barely a foot away, and turns towards you so he can put all his focus on you. 

“So,” He prompts you, “come on, it’s just me,” 

Talking to him was always easy, always. Even in the throes of your infatuation you were able to hold a conversation with him, sometimes a long one out on the balcony of your parent’s house. It’s almost irritating how quickly that familiarity and comfort comes back. 

“I just feel like I’ve been really fucking this whole dating thing up,” You confess, “and Mingyu’s been… well you know him, he’s like the number one hype man for me making all my dreams come true, and being ten out of ten happy,” 

“Yeah,” He nods, but lets you continue. 

“But I just haven’t been able to make it work with anyone in a while,” You bite down the reason why in the back of your brain, “and every time I tell him about a bad date he just looks sadder and sadder for me,” 

“Mm,” He nods, sympathetic, “I know exactly what you mean.” 

“I’m so glad you picked up, honestly,” You glance down at the edge of your cup, “you’ve never treated me like that, and I just… I guess I needed a friend and not my brother tonight,” 

He hesitates, but then his hand comes to rest on your knee and he gives you a squeeze, “I get it,” he says, “but, honestly it seems like you’re putting a lot of pressure on yourself,” 

“I know, but,” You sigh, your words dying out as you focus on his lingering hand on your knee. 

“What’s so important about getting a guy right now?” He asks, and you almost laugh at the absurdity of this man asking you that question. 

“Cheol,” You shift on the couch to reposition, pulling back your knee from his touch so you can face him and admit this without being dizzier than you are about his presence, “I don’t know, exactly, but… don’t you feel like living alone is kind of fucking lonely sometimes?”

His eyes flick over you and then he nods. 

The words keep coming as much as you don’t want them to now that you’ve started telling someone, telling him the truth of it and you grimace as you admit it, “The sick part is that I think it’s me. Tonight was the exception, he was a dick, but most of these guys are nice. They’re nice, they’re respectful, they seem to be interested in me, but none of them are what I want, none of them are,”  

You have to stop. You have to get off this topic and off this train before you say something really and truly stupid and burn this newly restored friendship down to ash. 

“Having high standards isn’t a bad thing,” He offers, “and Gyu sets the bar high for how you should treat a woman, I mean,” 

“You think I’m talking about Mingyu?” You laugh sharply. 

“He’s the best guy I know,” He starts to say and then the wheels start turning. 

It happens fast, your absolute lightning quick strike to the match, but your poor decision making usually goes something like this. It makes you mad at first, his constant reference to your perfect brother, but then it all makes sense. Seungcheol really has no idea how you feel about him, as a person or otherwise. It doesn’t enter his brain that the guy who set your standards for men so high might be him, even after he drove illegally fast on wet roads just to come get you because he heard you cry. Up until the last year of your life where you tried to install some distance, he was always there. He was always your first call, always your last call too, and you could never really see anyone else while he was towering right in front of you. He’s never let you down and he doesn’t even know it. 

“I can’t believe you,” The words slip out, and then you’re kissing him. 

He takes a sharp inhale of breath at the way you collapse onto him, holding yourself up with one hand on his chest and the other on his neck, and his mouth is so warm. You press the first kiss tentatively, and then the second a little more insistently, and then you realize he hasn’t moved an inch and isn’t kissing you back in the least. 

You fly backwards, your hand over your mouth, “Oh, god, I’m so sorry,” 

He clears his throat and shifts, shaking his head, “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” 

“I can’t believe I just did that,” You blush scarlet, “I’m a mess, I’m so, so sorry, Cheol,” 

“Really,” He avoids your eyes, “it’s fine, it was an emotional night, and you just said it yourself, living alone is lonely. We’re good,” 

“I didn’t kiss you because I was sad,” You run a hand through your hair and slump back on the couch, “I kissed you because you were being a dumb ass,” 

“I feel like you’re insulting me a lot tonight considering I just drove across town for you,” He’s not angry, not really, but he doesn’t let you off so easily, he never has. 

“I kissed you because you’re the best guy I know,” You counter his words back, “and I’m sick of you always putting yourself down when-”

He yanks you forwards by your wrist, and this kiss is what you’ll count forever as the first one. He drags your body forwards as he leans back against the couch and kisses you hard, his tongue dipping past your lips this time, his breath mingling with yours. 

You shift for better purchase, your chest and his flush together, and you moan softly against his lips when his hand slips lower on your waist. 

He breaks the kiss, his forehead leaning against yours, “What the fuck are we doing?” 

“I think they call it making out,” You manage, your heart beating fast like a bird. 

“Jesus,” He shakes his head, “what are we doing?” 

“Cheol,” You start, but he kisses you again, hungrier and hotter as he pulls you in. 

You pant against his mouth, your brain exploding into little fireworks as his hands start to wander, and then he groans, “You feel so good,” 

This is going somewhere fast, and with your hands twisted in the fabric of his t-shirt you swing your leg over his hips and let him wrap his arms around you. 

“We should slow down,” You find yourself mumbling against his mouth, “but I don’t want to, I want you,” 

He nods against you, his hands squeezing your thighs where they rest on either side of him, “I want you too,” 

“We should talk more,” You manage as his kisses travel over your jaw. 

“Later?” He asks, his hands dragging you closer, “God, that dress,” 

“Yeah?” You’re breathless already. 

“If I knew you were going to kiss me I would have peeled it off you,” He pants. 

A moan gets caught in your throat, your hips jerking, nipples hardening against his chest as you throw yourself into another kiss. 

“God,” He shivers. 

“Cheol stay,” You can talk later, he’s absolutely right, and you beg him not to go between kisses, “please stay,” 

Logic starts to pump through him at the implications of that, so much more than kissing comes with staying for the night and he starts to shake his head, but at the way you’re touching him he can’t quite tear his hands away. 

“I should go home,” He murmurs against your mouth, fingers slipping underneath the hem of your t-shirt, “you’ve been drinking,” 

“I had two drinks,” You connect your lips with his again, tongue dipping into his mouth, “like three hours ago,” 

“Still,” He kisses you again despite his words, his hand now flat against the small of your back. 

“I’m not drunk,” You pull yourself closer using his shoulders, “if you don’t want to kiss me, don’t kiss me, but don’t use that as an excuse,” 

“I should go home,” He repeats, like saying it out loud might make his body follow his brain, but it doesn’t. All he does is tug you closer, your legs now fully splayed around his hips as he leans back against the couch and groans against your mouth. 

“I should,” He starts again, whispered thoughts against your lips, but you push back from his chest and break your mouths apart. 

“If you want to go so bad, go,” You pull your arms away from him, crossing them under your chest to hold yourself steady. Your nails press pinpricks into your palms. 

“This isn’t about what I want,” His eyes soften in that tender way you love, and his hand cups your waist, thumb brushing a line over the deep curve of your hip. 

“Why wouldn’t this be about what you want?” You press him, “Or about what I want?” 

“Mingyu is my best friend,” He says, his mouth drawn into a sullen line, “and I never want to do anything that betrays his trust or hurts him in any way,” 

“I’m not asking you to,” Your voice is small. 

“Just,” He sighs, his head tipping backwards against the cushions and his hands slipping to rest over your thighs, “tell me something, okay? Be honest,” 

“Okay,” 

“Do you want me because you’re lonely and I’m here,” He asks, his eyes locked to the ceiling, “or do you want me because you want me?” 

Your arms fall slack and you open your mouth to respond but he presses forwards. 

“Because if this is a one time thing to make us both feel better,” He shakes his head, “I can’t do that, I have to go home.” 

“Cheol,” You murmur, but he doesn’t lift his head. You reach for him, brushing a hand along his cheek and drawing his gaze back down from the ceiling to your face, “Seungcheol, look at me,” 

“Yeah,” He finally follows your gaze. 

“I love my brother, but this isn’t about him,” You tell him clearly, and you watch his lips part so he can cut in but you shake your head, “it isn’t. This is about us, and I’ve had a crush on you since I was fucking thirteen,” 

He blinks, a grin breaking across his face, “You have?” 

“Yeah,” You shuffle closer on his lap, “why do you think I disappeared? You started dating that girl and I just… it wasn’t my place to say anything, it’s not like you were mine, but,” 

He brushes the hair back from your cheek as he nods, “It hurts to see the person you want with someone else,” 

“Yeah,” 

“And you wanted me?” 

You nod, stroking his neck where your hand rests, “I just needed some space after that, I thought I could move on,” 

“I know the feeling,” He smiles, his thumb tender against your jaw, “believe me,” 

“I do,” You nod, “so believe me when I tell you I’ve wanted you for a long time and I don’t just want the one night,” 

He sits frozen, his eyes studying your expression, and then he’s moving. Seungcheol pulls you down to meet his mouth again, hands roughly threading into your hair and gripping your hip as he tugs your bodies flush together. He kisses like you hope he fucks, passionate and a little messy, like his need to be inside you and consumed by you is more important than any vanity. 

“God,” He groans against your mouth, “he’s going to kill me,” 

“Probably,” You huff a laugh against his lips, rolling your hips forwards to slot your bodies together tightly, and at the feeling of his hardening cock pressed against your sex you can’t help the breathy moan that slips out. 

He drops his hands to your hips, coaxing you into rolling them again as he presses upwards and you follow his guidance with ease. He curses softly and you roll your hips again, “Oh, fuck my fucking life,” he groans, kissing his way down your throat, “he’ll kill me, but you’re worth it,” 

“I better be,” You tease him, tugging gently on his hair as he licks a stripe along your throat. 

“Oh, you are,” He shifts back up to kiss your lips again, his mouth pillowy soft and hot against yours, “and I love Gyu, but,” 

“Seungcheol,” You push on his shoulders. 

His rarely used full name gets his attention and he leans back just enough to see your face, “What’s wrong?” 

“Can you please stop talking about my brother while you’re trying to fuck me?” You can hear the whine in your own voice, “I need you right now, we’ll deal with him later,” 

“Sorry, sorry,” He smiles, “of course, come here,” 

You melt into him as he gathers you closer, his warm, rough hands finding new expanses of skin to touch and it’s strange but delicious to know that there are still brand new things you can learn about a person even after knowing them all your life. He gets soft beneath you like butter when you touch his ears, audibly groans when you grind against him, and gets breathier every time you kiss his neck. He’s not afraid to make little noises in your ear, to curse when you do something right or softly beg you to do something again. 

With his mouth on yours and his hands exploring you, you’re just a shaky wet mess in his arms and he doesn’t even fully realize it yet, still so focused on studying your body with his lips, his tongue.

“Ch-Cheol,” You whine as his teeth nip at your pulsepoint, “baby,” 

His hands tighten, sliding to cup your backside through the thin fabric of your lounge pants, “Say that again,” 

“Baby?” 

He exhales hot air across your neck and chest, “God, I like that,” 

“You hate pet names,” You sigh, remembering how his nose always crinkled in an uncomfortable scrunch when he heard people getting too coupley. 

“No, I don’t,” His hand slides up, tucks under the waistband of your pants, and slides back down to feel your skin, “I hate cringey shit. You calling me ‘baby’ while you’re grinding on my dick isn’t cringey, it’s fucking hot,” 

“Ah,” You tug his hair just a little, rolling your hips again, “yeah? Like this?” 

His hips jolt up, pressing his cock against your clothed mound and he groans, “Say it,” he nips at your neck again and then pushes you backwards so that you’re sitting up straddling his lap, “and let me see you,” 

For a brief flickering second you feel shy, another stark moment of awareness that the man between your thighs is Mingyu’s best friend, but it flashes away the minute you see his smile. He’s looking up at you like you invented the sun and you think it just might make you dizzy enough to say yes to anything he could ever ask of you. 

“God,” His eyes rake over you, “you’re so fucking pretty,” 

Blush creeps up your chest, “Yeah, baby?” 

He swallows hard, his hands coasting up your arms and his eyes coming to rest on the heavy swell of your chest, “The prettiest.” His fingers tuck underneath the straps of your tank top and your bralette and he glances up to your face, “Can I see?” 

“Please,” You whisper. 

He moves slowly, peeling down the straps from each of your shoulders first, letting the thin fabric of your tank top droop down your arms until he’s left with just the stretchy elastic of your black bralette. His fingers trace your curves, the pad of his thumb ghosting over one of your hardening nipples until it pushes into a firm peak under the fabric. 

“Cheol, please,” If he doesn’t touch you soon you’re going to be a squirming mess. 

“Relax,” He toys with the strap, “we’ve got all night,” 

You gasp as he dips forwards, peeling the front of your top down entirely until your breasts spill out of the elastic fabric. His lips connect with your skin, tongue exploring intimate parts of you in ways you’ve never experienced quite like this with anyone else. 

“These,” He cups your full breasts in his hands, kissing along each swell, “are perfect, princess,” 

You shiver at that, whining in his grip as he traces his tongue down and ghosts it close to your nipple, but you smile and manage, “I really took you for an ass man,” 

“I’m an everything man where you’re concerned,” He flicks his tongue experimentally across the hardened bud and hums softly when you jolt in his arms, “so excuse me if I have to slow down and show my appreciation,” 

This crush is going to kill you, that’s the thought that gets instantly banished from your brain the second Seungcheol wraps his lips around one nipple while his fingers pinch the other, setting a steady pace of sucking and teasing that is sure to leave pleasured little bruises. 

“Oh,” You grip his shoulders, “oh, Jesus, Cheol,” 

“Feel good, baby?” He switches sides smoothly and sucks again. 

A jolt of pleasure rocks from your chest to your untouched clit and you rock down, trying desperately to press your aching center against anything for a little friction. 

“Yeah?” He prompts you gently. 

“So, so good,” You nod, rolling again, “but I need more, please,” 

He nods against your chest, pressing one more kiss to your breastbone before he says, “y/n, I don’t want to move too fast or anything, we’ll do whatever you want, but,” 

“But what?” You’re about a second from pushing his hand into your underwear yourself.

  “Can I eat you out?” 

Your stomach flips, “Oh, fuck yes,” 

You’re on your back practically the second you give him permission. He holds you tight to his chest as he pushes himself up off the couch and flips you around, dropping you back onto the cushions and tugging at your clothes. Normally you’d be a little self conscious, especially in the brighter light of your living room and not the dim strategic lightning of your bedroom, but Seungcheol keeps looking at every inch of your body like he’s starving for it, groaning in pleasure at every inch of you that gets revealed, and you’re starting to think he really does like everything about you. 

You help push off your pants with shaky hands, but let him loop his thumbs under the thin straps of your underwear and tug those free, a slick wet patch in the middle where you’ve been soaking through the cotton for the past half hour. You help him with your top, until finally you’re completely bare and he’s pushing you to lie back onto the extended length of the chaise while he falls to his knees before you. 

“Wow,” He breathes, his hands running along your thighs, “just… wow,” 

“Stop,” You can’t stop the blush now, and you fight the urge to reach for a blanket or cross your arms over yourself at his exacting gaze. 

“Nope,” He dips his hands to your inner thighs and pushes your legs apart little by little, “I’m going to enjoy every bit of this,” 

“Now you’re just trying to embarrass me,” You smile. 

His tongue darts out to wet hips lips and he shakes his head, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” 

Your stomach churns, flipping nervously as he looks at you so earnestly. 

“I’m serious,” He kisses your knee as he opens one of your legs wider, “I’ve thought about this a thousand times, but you’re so much better than my imagination,” 

“Cheol,” You whisper tightly. 

“Mm,” He sighs as he tips your hips back, maneuvering your legs wide and open now and shifting your hips to the very edge of the couch so he can tuck smoothly between your open legs, “I wonder if you taste as sweet as I imagined too,” 

Your fingers grip down on the cushions, your heart hammering in your chest. 

“Look at you,” He sighs pleasantly, his fingers ghosting along the edge of your lower lips, “is all this for me, baby?” 

“Uh-huh,” Your breath hitches as his finger just barely touches your seam. 

“You got this wet just from grinding on my lap?” He smiles, his teeth catching his thick bottom lip. 

“Cheol,” It’s all you can manage, you really didn’t know he was like this. 

His eyes soften up though at the sound of his name on your lips, and he kisses your thigh tenderly before looking back up to you, “Doing good? Okay?” 

“Mhm,” You’re fine, you are, except you think you might come the second he touches you and you’re a little terrified at just how intense he is from minute one.  

“y/n,” He squeezes you a little. 

“I’m good,” You breathe, “I promise,” 

“Okay,” He kisses your skin again and nods, “just relax, okay?” 

“I’m relaxed,” You answer too quickly and one of his eyebrows goes high. 

“Mhm,” He eases up on his knees a little to see your face better and smooths his hand from your leg to your hip to your stomach, “what’s going on?” 

“This is just a little surreal,” You admit, “isn’t it?” 

“Yeah,” He releases your legs and shifts up so he can lean over your body, catching your mouth again in a soft kiss, “it is, but do you trust me?” 

“Of course,” You kiss him back. 

“Then you should know,” He nuzzles your nose with his, “that all I want to do right now is make you come on my face until you can’t think, and after that if you still want to take this further we can, but baby, I really don’t care what we do tonight. I just want to be with you,”

Your mouth runs dry, and you can feel your core throbbing hard between your legs, your heart fluttering fast. 

“So, please, can I make you come?” He smiles, pressing another quick kiss to your lips, “I think you want me to,” 

“Yes,” The nervous knots in your stomach release, “please, Coups,” 

His nose scrunches as he laughs, kissing his way down your chest, “It’s Coups now?” 

“Cheol,” You whine, “you’re stalling,” 

“It’s called foreplay,” He licks a firm line between your breasts and moves lower, “have you not been getting fucked right, princess?” 

“F-fuck,” Your back arches as his lips travel down over your belly, eyes slipping closed, “Seungcheol,” 

He shakes his head, his hair brushing against your skin, “No more baby?” He makes a sulky noise with his tongue against the back of his teeth, “Come on princess, call me baby,” 

Your mind is spinning, and you gasp sharply as his fingers finally slide through your wet slit and land at the apex, pressing deliciously down over your throbbing clit, “Ch-Cheol, fuck, oh fuck, baby,” 

“There she is,” He groans, and as his fingers fall away and his lips take their place. He licks a deep stripe through your folds and groans, spreading your legs open wide with his hands anchored on the backs of your thighs, “You’re perfect,” 

You moan as he sucks the tender bud of your clit into his mouth. 

“I’m going to do this everyday,” He pants, licking another stripe, exploring every inch of your cunt with his tongue, “you’ll be my dessert every night,” 

“Ah,” Your head rocks back as pleasure lights up your spine, “baby,” 

“Mm,” He groans into your core, burying his face against you and alternating perfectly between sharp sucks and flicks of his tongue. 

You are moving fast, from nothing to desperate something in the span of a couple of hours, but honestly you’ve never felt safer and better and more held than this. His hands roam your body, seeking every soft place he can grab and squeeze and hold onto, and you just know the bruises on your hips will be worth it when he finally fucks you. 

“Come on,” He tips your hips back to get better access, wrapping his arms around your thick thighs, “don’t be shy,” 

“Oh, shit,” Your hand flies down to grip his hair and anchor your position as he manhandles you, your other hand gripping the cushions, “just like that,” 

He sucks harder and flicks the tip of his tongue against your bud again, quickening his pace and listening carefully for your sounds to know what you need. Looking down between your legs you can barely believe the sight, but there he is, Choi Seungcheol with his face glistening. His lips are puffy and red, his eyes hooded, and he grins when he sees you watching before nodding just a little and redoubling his efforts. 

Your legs are trembling now, the start of your orgasm building up through the base of your spine and flooding warmth into your belly, and if he wasn’t holding you so tightly you’re sure you’d snap. 

“Baby,” You whine, your voice sounding not quite your own as heat floods in your chest, “oh, God, please don’t stop,” 

He sucks hard, shifting to kiss your core and push the tender muscle of his tongue inside you, “I’ve got you,” he pants as he works his tongue faster, “I’ve got you,” 

He’s a mess, wet with slick across cheeks and sweat on his brow, and you think for a split second you might actually be in love with this man already, no one has ever, ever treated your body quite like this. As he shifts to tease your clit again, building the pleasure up and up higher, you grip down on his hair harder. 

“I’m,” You stammer out, your back arching and your mouth falling slack, “I’m gonna,”

He nods into you but doesn’t stop the pace of his tongue one bit. 

“I’m,” You gasp again, “coming, fuck, I’m coming,” 

It hits you all at once, punctuated with his sharp suck to your clit and your legs snap shut around his head, your body wrenching sideways as the wave takes you from conscious to that hazy middle space of pleasure. You can barely breathe, you can't even think, all you can do is feel pulse after pulse of pleasure. 

“Fuck,” He curses, and your brain connects enough to realize your legs are still snapped tightly shut around his ears but you can’t get your body to respond, “yeah, fuck, there you go,” 

Everything you are is trembling in his hands. 

“I could fucking die happy,” He says, shifting to nip your plush thigh with his teeth, his hands gripping down on your curves, “right here between your legs,” 

You make a sound, you think, and he chuckles against your skin. 

“Mm-mm,” He sighs pleasantly, his hands running from your thighs to your hips and down to cup your backside, “you’re fucking gorgeous, y/n, I love every fucking inch of you,” 

“Y-yeah?” Your eyes flutter open. 

“Mhm,” He flicks his tongue over your clit once more, eliciting a deep shudder from your hips before he says, “I can’t wait to fuck you,” 

Your legs start to relax, and you look down, “Then fuck me,”

“I want another first,” He shakes his head, “please, let me make you come again, sweetheart,” 

“Oh,” You shiver as he kisses your slit again, letting his tongue linger, “fuck,” 

He sighs, “This pussy,” 

“Cheol,” You blush hard. 

“I would do anything,” He smiles, flicking your clit again with his tongue, “for this perfect fucking pussy,” 

“Anything?” 

He goes still between your legs and then he nods, wetting his lips with his tongue, pressing a kiss to your quivering cunt, and looking up over your body to meet your eyes, “Anything.” 

“Will you come up here?” You reach for him, “Will you hold me?” 

He eases your legs down off his shoulders and shifts up, “Yeah, of course,” 

“Will you,” You nearly come again just at the sight of a sizeable wet spot on his sweats, and you tug at his shirt to try and silently communicate your need, “I want to touch you too,” 

“Mhm,” He stands up, shucking off his clothes as quickly as he can, and when he pushes down his boxer briefs your muscles clench. 

When you were younger, a teenager inexperienced with sex and boys, you imagined his cock. You saw the faint outline of it once through a pair of athletic shorts and you wondered what he might look like naked. You wondered if you would like his body. You wondered if he would like yours too. You can’t really remember what you imagined Seungcheol’s cock to look like, but you know this is better. It’s long, but not too long, like the guys who can’t fit it in all the way without smashing painfully into your cervix, but it’s thick. His cock is heavy, deserving of the word, and perfectly straight until the very end where it curls up towards his abdomen. 

You want him inside you so badly you could cry. 

“You okay?” He says as he slides up the couch next to you, your naked hip against his. 

“A little nervous,” You admit quietly, turning towards him on the cushions and drawing him closer with your hand on his shoulder. 

“Me too,” He says softly, maneuvering until one arm is wrapped around your back and your head is pillowed on his other, your chests flush against each other, his cock trapped between your stomachs. 

“God,” You shift closer to him, tangling your legs together, “you’re so hard,” 

He nods, sighing at the way your skin drags against his, “You’re making me insane,” 

“Good,” You smile, finding his lips with yours, tasting yourself on him and dipping your tongue into his mouth as you deepen the kiss.

He groans against you, and you snake a hand between your bodies to wrap around his aching cock. “Oh, fuck,” he curses as you pump your hand up and down his shaft, “easy, it’s been a while,” 

“Yeah?” You soften your grip a little, rolling your hand at the tip and feeling precum bead up and smear on your belly, “Saving yourself for me, baby?” 

He moans softly, his eyes rolling shut, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” 

“Maybe,” You kiss the corner of his mouth and pump his cock a little harder. 

“L-let me touch you,” He pants, his hand pushing your hips back just enough so that he can fit a hand in between your thighs, “can I touch you?” 

It’s dizzying how much he begs to pleasure you, and you’re starting to think maybe this is part of what he needs, but you’re still new to each other’s bodies and learning and you suppose you’ll have time to figure all of this out. It’s not just a one night thing.

“Touch me,” You open your legs for him and he immediately slides his fingers down your slit to your aching entrance. 

“Don’t stop,” He urges you and you realize at the feeling of his fingers you stopped pumping your hand. 

You smile, kissing him again and finding a new pace with a stroke of your hand and a roll of your wrist, “You feel so good, baby,” 

“So do you,” He pants, and then he pushes two fingers inside your slick walls. 

You choke out a wine, pushing your hips forwards into his hand so he can go deeper. 

“God,” He holds you firm with his other hand, “you’re too tight,” 

“Too tight?” You huff, still working your hand over his cock, “never gotten that complaint before,” 

“Not a complaint, princess,” He teases, drawing his fingers out of your channel before thrusting back inside, “but I need to prep you a little, I don’t want to hurt you,” 

Your muscles clench down around his fingers. 

He laughs softly, “Oh, yeah, babygirl? You want me inside?” 

You nod, a whine trapped on your lips, “Cheol, please,” 

“Shh, shh,” He shifts, effectively sliding down the couch a little more while you slide up, and he rests his head on your shoulder and adjusts the angle of his arm so he can pump his fingers in and out of your channel at a steadier pace. He watches the way his fingers disappear inside you with rapt attention, cursing when he feels you grip down on him, “You want to come again?” 

“P-please,” You’re doing your best to keep working your hand, but at the way his fingers are curled inside you and pressing rhythmically against your sweet spot you think you’re about to see stars again. 

“Fuck, baby,” He sighs, “you’re so sexy,” 

All you can do is moan, grip down on his shoulder and let him have you. 

When he pushes in a third finger to stretch you, you gasp tightly at the sensation, the pleasure rocketing up your back and making your brain buzz. 

“Are you close?” He pumps his hand harder, finding your nearby nipple with his tongue and your body arches again. 

“Close,” You pant, your legs widening as you try to brace yourself, your hand falling away from his cock and gripping down on his thigh as the rolling wave of your orgasm starts to wash up over you. 

“Come for me,” He’s gripping you hard, like you belong to him and he wants only to please you, and his words combined with the way his hands lay on you leaves you coming apart at the seams. 

The sound of it is obscene, wet and filthy and pornagraphic and you’ve never in your life had sex with someone for the first time and had it be anything close to perfect. Your bodies want each other with such need. It's entirely outside your conscious brain, and you think if he can love your body like this then maybe he can love all the other parts of you, and you never want to let him go. 

Your orgasm hits you harder than the first, locking your body up in spasmodic elation, and he curls around you when you twist to make sure he works you through the crest of it, his hand only slowing down when the pulses of pleasure start to ease. 

When you come back to earth, you’re pressed face down onto the couch instead of up, your cheek against the cool fabric below you. Seungcheol is wrapped around your body like he’s glued to your back, and you feel his soft breath against your cheek and shoulder, his easy kisses on whatever part of you he can reach. His hand is still tucked underneath you and between your legs, cupping your cunt warmly and just holding you as you come down. 

“Cheol?” You murmur, your brain almost a little foggy at the heady feeling of two full body orgasms. 

“Hey, there you are,” He kisses you again, “feeling okay?” 

“Mm,” You nod, “so, so good,” 

He smiles, “Yeah? Did I get you?” 

You laugh against the cushions, shaking your head, “Babe, I just came so hard I blacked out,” your body stretches, pressing your core into the cup of his hand, “you definitely got me,” 

“Mm,” He rocks his hand and you sigh a little overstimulated sound, “should we stop here?” 

He doesn’t know, you realize it suddenly, he has no idea how badly you want him. He’s been so focused on your body, your pleasure, your wants, but you can see it now in the hesitation in voice that he still doesn’t know for sure if you want to be here with him or if you just wanted someone. 

He’s been touching you like it might be the only time, his only chance to have you and hold you in his arms. Didn’t he believe you when you said it wasn’t one night?

“Seungcheol,” You wriggle in his arms, “baby,” 

“What’s wrong?” He gives you the space to roll and you twist against him. 

You see his eyes when you turn, like he’s waiting for something and you curse yourself inside for not telling him like he was telling you. You smile, pushing his shoulder until he’s flat on his back, “What’s wrong is that you’re not inside me,” 

“O-oh,” He gasps as you hook a leg over his hips and straddle him, your body hovering over his prone cock. 

“Mhm,” You drop your body over him, your slick slit nestling directly over his cock, “but I’ve been so selfish,” 

He shakes his head to protest but you lay your fingers over his lips to stop him. 

“I want you, Cheol,” You drag your hips and find the head of his cock so you can dip and press it against your entrance, “so fucking much,” 

He’s breathing heavy against your hand, your eyes locked on eachother. 

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” You stay steady above him. 

He nods, just a little. 

“I’ve never wanted anybody like I want you,” You tell him, “never,” 

His lip quirks a little, a small smile as he presses a kiss to your fingers, “I’m all yours,” he whispers. 

You sink your hips back in one smooth flush motion, taking him inside you to the hilt without warning, and his head falls back as he moans. He’s stretching you out wide and full, his thick cock pushing into every spot inside you that you didn’t know could feel like this. 

“Oh my fuck,” Your body moves on it’s own, rocking your hips in a circle to take him deeper and roll your clit across his pubic bone, “Cheol, Cheol,” 

He blinks hard, finding your eyes at the sound of his voice, “Yeah?” 

You feel strangely like you might cry at the rush of endorphins, and you roll your hips again, whining out a need, “Hold me, please? Please, touch me,” 

Seungcheol softens, his hands unclench on the cushions below him and he coasts his warm hands over your thighs, your hips, up and down your sides, “I’m right here,” he murmurs. 

You relish in the feeling of it, and you direct them from their wandering comfort to a landing place on your hips, the perfect soft place for him to grip in with his fingers and keep you steady while you work him. He follows your lead, watching you above him with no hesitation, and his mouth falls slack when he watches you get your position right on your knees and lift up to draw his cock out of your warm, wet channel. 

“y/n,” He pants tightly. 

You sink back down hard and he groans, cursing and no doubt leaving a pretty bouquet of bruises where his fingers press down. 

“Your cock,” You moan as you bounce again, finding a steady rhythm, “you feel so perfect,” 

“Yeah?” He bounces you, teeth clenched as he tries not to come too early. 

“Made for me,” You grind down and jolt against the pleasure, “never felt something this good,” 

He groans, a hot pant of breath and then he stutters his hips upwards, “D-don’t, I’ll come,” 

“Good,” You sink down and back up, feeling him stretch you open again and again. 

“Come here,” He reaches up for you, tugging you down by your neck to get you close and you can feel him suddenly reposition and change the angle, take back control as he pins you to his chest and pumps his hips. 

The way his cock punches into you, curved and pressing directly into your g-spot, makes you choke out a moan and dig your nails into his chest. 

“Say you love my cock,” He pants suddenly in your ear, “if it feels so good, say it, tell me,” 

You moan sharply, “I fucking love your cock,” 

“Fuck yes,” His hand claps down on your ass and grips you tight as his hips piston upwards. 

“Ah, ah,” Your legs are trembling again, “I can’t,” 

“Yes, you can,” He pants, “I want to feel you come on my cock, babygirl, squeeze me,” 

Your eyes slam shut. 

“So fucking tight,” He breathes, “so wet,” 

“For you,” You choke out and hips stutter. 

“Oh, f-fuck,” He pushes up hard, but instead of thrusting he locks his hips there with your bodies pressed flush together and at the sound of his sudden moan, the way his hands lock tight on your body, the way warmth floods your belly, you know he’s coming. 

Your brain somersaults and you rock your hips, trying to keep catching the friction against your clit to help push you over the edge, “Ah,” you whine, “no, please,”  

He doesn’t go anywhere though, he just presses his hips up to keep giving you the pressure you need and holds your hips down with his broad hands, and you hear him hiss at the overstimulation but he groans and manages, “Come baby, you’re so close, there you go, there you go,” 

You’re saying something, but you can’t really hear it. All you can feel is the bubble about to burst inside you as you drag yourself fast and frantic against his body. You’re needy and seconds away, falling into trembles again.

  “So beautiful,” He mumbles, dragging your mouth up to his and locking you in a heady kiss. 

“Cheol!” You squeak against him, body cracking apart into shakes as you come, probably louder than you wanted to as you fall into the sweet space between his neck and shoulder. 

“I’ve got you,” His softening cock slides out as you come, but he slides a hand between your thighs and rubs fast circles on your swollen clit, “fuck, look at you, god, you’re such a mess,” 

Your brain is dizzy as he talks you through the edges of your orgasm. 

“So wet,” He bites down softly on your shoulder, “soaked for me and full of my cum, fuck,” 

As you collapse on his chest, your orgasm receding, his hand slows, but his fingers stay slipped between your folds in the messy mixture of your slick wetness and his release. You are a mess, but he seems to like it and if you’re benign honest so do you. 

“I’m so,” You breathe out, shaky and exhausted, “god, I don’t know,” 

“Mhm,” He sighs, and finally he slides his fingers out of you to rest on your hip, his other hand stroking a line up and down your back while you recover together. 

You need to get up, run to the bathroom and get the shower started, but you’re boneless and floating and he’s just the perfect temperature, so for a little while you don’t move. 

When he shifts his hips under yours to readjust your eyes pop open and you start to move, “Am I hurting you?” 

“Shh,” He wraps his arms around you and gathers you tight to his chest, “don’t you dare go anywhere,” 

“Yeah?” 

“You’re perfect,” He repeats and you smile against his skin, “next time I want you sitting on my face,” 

You laugh against him, “Next time?” 

He’s quiet, his fingers still dragging up and down your spine, “If you want,” 

You shift up in his arms, settling on his chest so that you can see his face, “So much,” 

He cups your cheek, brushing his thumb along your face, as he smiles, “I missed you, you know,” 

Tears prick at the back of your eyes and your throat goes thick, and you don’t trust your voice but you nod and press your lips to his, “I missed you too, all the time,” 

He gives you a moment, just staying calm and kind with his hands, and then he leans up to capture your lips once more, this kiss so much softer and more familiar from the frantic emotion a few minutes ago. His kisses travel from your lips to your forehead and then he smooths back the tangled mess of your hair, “We should get cleaned up,” he murmurs, “how are you feeling?” 

“Like I might not ever walk again,” You joke wryly. 

“I didn't hurt you, did I?” He leans to look you over, “I got a little carried away,” 

You shake your head, “No, I’m perfect, I promise,” 

“We didn’t talk much beforehand,” He notes, brushing his palm over the swell of your hip, dipping at your hip crease, and tracing up over again at the curve of your thigh, “I just want to be sure you’re feeling okay with everything,” 

“I’d tell you if I wasn’t,” You press, “you know I would,” 

“Good,” He sighs. 

You stretch on top of him, your knees aching from your curled position and you smile, “You want to get a shower? We can share the hot water,” 

“You’re insatiable,” He quirks an eyebrow at you. 

“Not for sex,” You slap his chest lightly as you climb off him, wincing at the sudden stretch of your knees, “I can barely move,” 

“I like a challenge,” He sighs, rolling off the chaise and stretching long and you catch yourself watching the strong flex of his back, the cut of his shoulders, the curve of his ass and his muscular thighs. 

Maybe you could rally. 

Seungcheol turns and his eyes flick over your body too, “Yeah,” he nods, “I think I can get one more out of you,” 

“My shower is shockingly small, so,” You reach for him, guiding him down the hall with you, “we’ll see,” 

“I said I like a challenge,” He shrugs, and all of a sudden you can’t stop laughing. 

Your shower is small, but in the end it doesn’t matter. Seungcheol ends up crouched on his knees anyways, with one of your legs hitched over his shoulder while he takes his sweet time with his tongue bringing you up to your softest, easiest orgasm of the night. You trade lazy kisses in the warmth after, the suds long gone and your fingers pruned by the time you fall into bed. 

You don’t have to ask him to stay, he just does. You talk for as long as you can keep your eyes open, stories of years ago when you saw him almost every single day. You whisper late into the night, until finally he falls asleep first, his head lolled to the side, but his hand still wrapped tightly around yours. 

You tumble into sleep right alongside him, his skin smelling of sweet peach and nectarine. 

In the morning, you wake up to something cold suddenly pressed to your cheek and you start to stitch together the world around you in quick threads. 

“Kkuma,” Seungcheol’s voice reaches you first, a hushed whisper as he tries to get his dog’s attention, “come here girl, let her sleep,” 

You groan a little, and you realize the something cold was Kkuma’s very wet nose against your cheek. Instead of listening to Seungcheol, she presses her nose to you again and follows it up with a lick, her panting excitement pushing you from laying on your side to your back as she collapses over your chest. 

“Kkuma!” He exclaims quietly, “down girl!”

Your eyes start to pop open, and this time you see his dog’s fluffy white face inches from your own, delighted that you’re awake. 

“Kkuma,” He tries to drop his voice to a lower tone to get her attention. 

“It’s okay,” You yawn, reaching up to scratch Kkuma behind the ears, “I’m awake now,” 

“I’m sorry,” Seungcheol moves into your bedroom, and you can see he’s fully dressed and has been for some time, “I didn’t think she would just jump on you like that,” 

Your brain is still a little sluggish and you rub your hand over your face, “Did you go home?”

He grins and nods at your sleepy question, the answer obvious from the dog on your chest, “Yeah, I needed to run home and take her for a walk, I hope you don’t mind I let myself back in,” 

“Not at all,” You smile up at him, “I’m just sad you’re not in the cuddle pile,” 

“We can fix that,” He tosses his beanie on your nightstand and then holds up a little carrier containing two coffees and a few little pastry bags, “and I bring gifts,” 

“From that place by your apartment?” You brighten, recognizing the stamped logos on the cups. 

“Mhm,” He passes over your cup, “sugar, no cream,” 

“You remembered,” You push yourself up in bed, Kkuma adjusting herself to snuggle into your side, and accept the cup, “thank you,” 

He lays his heavy denim jacket on the chair by your dresser and slips back into bed with you, dragging the covers back over both your legs, “Of course, I did, not that much could have changed in a year, right?” 

“Mm-mm,” Your legs slide together as you tuck under his arm and settle back into his chest. 

His fingers play with the ends of your hair while he sips his coffee, and then he sighs, “y/n,” 

Your stomach freezes and you wonder if you’re about to get let down easy. If waking up in the morning cleared his head, if a text from Mingyu changed his mind, if on the trip back to his place he worked out the right way to break your heart, if he practiced it out loud in his car with the dog. 

“What’s up?” You say, hoping you sound far more casual than you feel. 

“About Gyu,” He exhales heavy, his coffee leaning against his thigh as he gathers his words, “listen,” 

“Don’t,” You murmur, pressing your eyes closed, “please don’t go,”

“Go?” He asks. 

“I’ll tell him, and I know he’ll be fine after the shock wears off,” You twist in the bed to look up at him, “please just stay, last night was… Cheol, please just think about this,” 

His brows knit together tight in confusion and he sets his coffee on your bedside table to free up his hand and brush it along your cheek, “I was going to say, about Gyu, I’m meeting him for lunch at two. I’d like to tell him about us today,” 

“You what,” You blink. 

“I’d like to tell him that I picked you up after your date,” He says, “and that we got to talking, and that we kissed,” 

You can almost see Mingyu’s wide puppy eyes as he realizes where the story is going to go. 

“And that I asked you out on a date,” Seungcheol finishes, “and he’s going to ask me a lot of other questions which I definitely am not going to answer, except one thing,” 

You swallow nervously, your coffee almost tipping to the side forgotten in your hands until he plucks it up and sets it to the side. 

“He’s going to ask me if I’m serious about you,” He says calmly, like you’ve discussed this before, “and I’m going to say yes, but that’s the kind of thing you should know before your brother does.”

“You’re serious about me,” You say it back, your heart picking up as the words come off your tongue. 

“Yes,” He nods, unequivocal, “and I hope you feel the same way because before I drive across town and tell my best friend I’m in love with his sister, I just need to know if you feel even a tenth of that,” 

Your heart should be pounding, your stomach fluttering, your body flooding with emotion at the casual confession, but all you feel is calm. Mingyu told you once that life would fall into place, you just never thought you’d have that realization while it was happening around you. 

You try to keep a straight face when you say, “There’s only one problem,” 

“Okay,” He says, but you watch his hand fidget in his lap. 

“You never actually asked me out on a date,” You point out with a smile, “and I don’t want to lie to Mingyu about anything,” 

He grins, his tongue dragging against one side of his teeth as he shakes his head in disbelief, “You’re right,” he says, “that’s my mistake, will you go out with me?” 

“I’d love to,” You lean into him so you can press a quick kiss to his lips and take his hand in yours, lacing his anxiously twitching fingers with yours to hold him steady, “and if Gyu gives you any lip about this,” you kiss him again, “tell him I’m in love with his best friend,” 

“You are?” His fingers tighten on your hand. 

“Mhm,” You suddenly can’t keep your lips away from his, “and you tell him that if he does anything to ruin this, that I’ll make him sorry,” 

“Now that,” He laughs, “that I believe,” 

You pull him down to you and your body without another word, and with a hushed apology he pushes Kkuma off the bed so he can splay you out in the middle of the mattress. He takes you fast, hurried and full of need now that you have so much time ahead of you for slow. For now, you have a lot of catching up to do.

When you finally make it out of bed the coffee is cold and Seungcheol is late for lunch. 

[hausofmingi]

his good girl - chapter 1

pairing: song mini x stripper!reader

tags: stripper au, smut series

warnings: slight mentions of stalker, bad words (tee hee), dom!mingi, sub!reader, riding, daddydom!mingi, finger sucking, being carried and getting fucked, a bit of physical roughness (reader receiving), degradation but also praise, cum eating (off the floor!), aftercare

wc: 3.8 k

an: so I decided to give the reader a name because that feels more realistic to me as a reader than y/n. I find that sometimes reading "y/n" takes me out of it a little, so lmk if you find this helpful as well! Also, I am a little depraved so right off the bat, this gets very crazy kinky

minors dni!! 18+ only!!

“Where is the red garter belt I let you borrow?” You are racing around your and Lina’s small apartment, trying to prepare for yet another night on the job. 

“I don’t know, I may have left it at the club?” Lina answers from the bathroom. 

Red is his favorite. You don’t want to disappoint. 

“Well great Lina thanks for that, I’m never letting you borrow my shit again.” 

“Love you too!” she calls after you as you leave to go shopping. It’s not like you’re against making another trip to get some new pieces, but why do you always make the same mistake in letting Lina borrow your favorite stuff…

Your’s and Lina’s apartment is in a pretty run down building in an unsafe part of Gangnam, but no matter how shitty it is, its yours and you really want it to feel like home. 

But, that doesn’t mean you don’t feel the pair of eyes watching you as you exit out of your apartment building and walk towards the bus stop. 

You have been noticing that lately, the feeling that someone is watching you. When you leave your house, when you’re at the grocery store, while you’re going on a run. You try and brush it off because this is normal for women and all that, but today, you pay just a little harder attention. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a figure in a black hood (Jacket? Coat? You don’t want to look too hard) standing across the street from your apartment building. You walk a little faster to the bus stop just in case. 

That night, after spending more than you should on new lingerie sets, you and Lina are about to take the stage for your first stage set. It’s almost midnight, which is usually the time he makes his appearance. 

You always get butterflies, but not the stage fright normal kind of butterflies, the kind that make your clit perk up and your nipples harden. 

Why do you always get so worked up over a man who hasn’t even fucked you?, you think as you make your way up to the stage. 

You really have become quite the pro at this. After 4 years of working for this club, your boss has dubbed you his favorite girl. Doyeon always protects you and gives you the most popular customers, knowing you will always keep them coming back. 

You always thought it felt nice to be appreciated, especially knowing he didn’t have any intentions of coming onto you, on account of he’s a flaming fruitcake.

Its a good ways into your set, and his table still sits empty. You feel the sweat start to form on your back, but try to stay in your routine. 

Why isn’t he here? Where could he be instead? Did his company find out he was doing this? 

You always got scared that it might be leaked that idols come here, knowing the sasaengs stalker habits. Mingi, being a part of one of the biggest Korean boy groups, Ateez, must have a large number of crazy fans following him. 

Did they find out and tip the press to show up here? You didn’t see anyone outside though… Your mind runs rampant with all of the reasons that it could possibly be as you walk off stage and collect your tips from the stage manager. 

Tears start to threaten to spill, and you think you are crazy yet again to be this affected by a man you haven’t even had a conversation with. 

On the way home, Lina can tell you’re bothered and nudges your side as you walk home. 

“So you know how Taehyun has been requesting me a lot? Well he mentioned his upcoming tour tonight, I think he might finally take me along with them!” She exclaimed excitedly. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, he’s just saying that so you’ll suck him off some more.” you say. 

“Well damn… What’s got you all worked up honey?” She always called you honey when she was trying to comfort you. 

“Mingi didn’t come tonight..” you admit. 

“On a Thursday? That’s… super out of character. Well don’t worry, I’m sure practice just went long or he has an early morning schedule or….” her talking trails off as you dissociate. 

Lina has always been a nice friend, agreeing to move in with you without knowing you very well, trying her best to always cheer you up. It’s not her fault you felt like you guys were never really close. You give her props for trying though. 

You pull out your phone and check his bubble and instagram, seeing if maybe they could give you some clues. Nothing. 

You fall asleep that night thinking of the last time his fingers swiped your lip, hoping it wasn’t the last.

—

The next night at the club is gloomy. Even though it’s a Friday, attendance is lower and your energy is even lower. 

The feeling of someone watching you has been bothering you all day, but the guy in the hood has yet to make an appearance. You are just looking forward to curling up in your bed tonight and continually refreshing Mingi’s bubble messages. 

The stage manager calls for everyone to get onstage for the final number and the other girls rush out. You take your time though, not feeling like getting in a rush for this menial thing. 

You hang your head in your hands, covering your eyes and taking a breath. Just get through it, he’s just a man, you try to remind yourself. 

A smell reaches you, like a really expensive cologne. Musky and masculine, and somehow… dominant. 

You look up and standing in the doorway is him. He stands as if he owns the place, hands in his pocket, opting for a fitted vest tonight in lieu of a jacket. 

And he’s staring you down, studying you intently. If it was anyone else, you would feel the need to cover yourself and apologize. But not with him. 

You probably look like a dumbass, staring at him through the mirror with your mouth slightly open. 

He speaks first. “You were worried.” It’s a question but he doesn’t need an answer. 

“Yes,” is all you can manage to squeak out. 

He leans against the doorway, messing with his shirt cuff. You still haven’t moved, frozen in place. How did he get in here, past the security guard? How did he know which dressing room you were in? Was he the person in the hood you noticed this morning? He must be stalking you… Why doesn’t that bother you more? 

He notices your anxiety moving through you. “Don’t worry, I just know the security guard. He owed me a favor. I’m not a stalker” he responds, as if he read your mind.

“That’s… good” you say. 

He drops his arms and strides towards you, slowly as to not spook you. “Well thank you for worrying about me. I’m okay, for now. But, here’s the problem my love,” he draws his finger up your arm, making your hair stand up and bumps form. “You may be in trouble.” 

You aren’t sure what he means. “What kind of trouble?” you ask. “Like legal trouble?” 

You are afraid that maybe one of the idols ratted this place out and the feds are going to come knocking down your door and take you all away. Would Mingi still visit you in jail? Surely not, there’s no lap dances there… 

He sticks his finger under your chin and pushes it up to make you look at him. Drip. 

“Please stop letting your mind get ahead of you, baby. Let daddy speak.” DRIP. 

“A sasaeng has been getting very close to you. Too close. I can’t let you get hurt.” Awe, he wants to protect you. DRIP DRIP DRIPPING. 

“How did they find me?” you ask. 

He leans against the counter as he continues, “I am not sure, I don’t even know how much they know. Sasaengs are insane people with insane complexes. This one has been stalking me since pre-debut. But I’ve always been careful that she doesn’t see me come in here. So how she knows that you are important to me, I don’t know…” IMPORTANT TO HIM??? 

Okay you’ll have to throw these underwear out at this point. 

“So what do I need to do then? To protect myself I mean” you ask him. 

“Nothing, I want you to do absolutely nothing and let me handle it. But in the meantime, you can’t go back to your apartment.” 

Hate to say it, but fine by you. Maybe you’ll save some money by not having to replace your stolen shit anymore.

“Where will I go instead?” you ask. 

“You’ll come stay with me.” Jesus Christ, 20 year old you would be freaking the fuck out. But, it doesn’t make you freak out, in that way at least. 

“What about Lina, what about my job? I can’t live with you, much less San and Seonghwa. I’ll never see you. What if you have to travel for schedules? I’m just supposed to stay in your dorm 24/7? I have a life! I barely even know you! You only ever say 4 words to me, and then fucking leave me in a puddle, how can I just-” 

His hand stroking the side of your cheek cuts you off. “Again with the mind racing, baby. I don’t want you to uproot your life, it will be temporary. I have my own apartment now too, so we won’t be with other members. It will only be until we are 100% sure you are safe to be alone. I will take care of you, I promise.” he reassures. 

You lean into the hand that holds your head, a few tears falling into it. You finally get the courage to look up at him, making eye contact. He has dropped his heavy, dominant demeanor. Instead, his eyes hold only comfort and concern. 

Maybe he wasn’t kidding; maybe you really are important to him. 

After a minute of silence, “Okay, so what do I need to do right now?” you ask.

“Change and pack up your stuff, we are going to the apartment. Make a list of what all you need from your apartment when we get home and I will send a staff to collect it all in the morning.” 

“And take a breath, princess.” You unclench your jaw, which you didn’t even realize was clenched. He kisses your forehead before reaching down to grab your duffle bag that you carry your things in. 

You think in silence as you pack. Take a breath he says… he will protect me he says… Why me? Why is protecting me, a stripper, just some stripper that he barely speaks to. He doesn’t even know my real name…

“Yes I do,” he says from the chair he has sat down in to wait for you. Oops, you must’ve said that part outloud. 

“It’s Cora.” You like the way he flips the “r” of your American name with his Korean accent. 

“How do you know that?” he ignores you. “How do you know I used to live with San and Seonghwa?” “Touche…” you respond.

“All done?” he asks. You nod. He crosses to you and starts stroking your arms to comfort you. 

“I want you to remember though, you still have to be a good girl for me at the apartment, can you do that?” 

You look up at him through your eyelashes, surprised that he still is holding this up even at a time like this. Is it all an act, or is it truly how he is? Either way, you are turned on once again. 

“Yes..” you respond. He cocks his eyebrow, questioning your answer. 

“Yes what?” 

“Yes… daddy.”

“There’s my good girl.”

With his hand on your back, he guides you out of the dressing room and out the back door, where a black hatchback with tinted windows is waiting. He holds open the door for you, and helps you into the car. If only other men treated all their strippers like this…

The car ride home (whatever home means at the moment) is very silent. He has his hand on your thigh the entire way, the other staying steady on the wheel. His thumb rubs back and forth, another attempt at comfort you’re guessing. It works, sort of. 

Just smelling him and being near him your body is relaxed, knowing he will take care of you and wanting to give yourself to him. It’s like you are under his spell, which is crazy. You are usually so independent and self-sufficient. What about him makes you want to grant his every wish? 

“Shouldn’t you be blindfolding me, so I won’t know where your apartment is and so I won’t run away and all that?” you ask, kind of joking. 

“You won’t” he says while keeping his eyes on the road, fully confident in his answer. 

He’s probably right. 

–

Finally you reach the apartment. You almost drifted off to sleep, even though the drive was only about 20 minutes. He parks right outside the front door of the building and gets out to open your door for you. He offers his hand to help you out of the car. It’s much appreciated because you are still in your platform heels, just throwing a coat over your outfit you were going to wear to perform in. 

He keeps his hand on your back as you walk up to the doors, through the lobby, and up the elevator. It’s a really nice building with a concierge and fresh flowers all over. Sometimes you forget how big Ateez really is, and figure that Mingi bought this place with his own money. 

You wonder if he has neighbors on his floor. Do they know he lives next to them? Does he talk to his neighbors at all? Do they know that he is having his own personal stripper move in with him?

They’re gonna know now, from how loud you are being. 

How you ended up riding him in his dining room chair about 15 minutes later, you’re not so sure. 

—

He was going slow, too slow, slow enough that you could feel every. single. inch. 

You tried to grind your hips and get him in deeper, but the tight hold he had on your asscheek lets you know that even though you are on top, you are not in control. 

His other hand is holding your face, his thumb hooked in your mouth. You suck and gag on it as much as you can, but it’s hard to focus when he is going this slow. 

You felt high, things were getting foggy. All you knew is that you wanted to please him. 

“My beautiful girl, doing so well. You were waiting for this for a long time weren’t you?” his deep voice sends sparks to your clit and makes you even wetter, if that’s even possible. 

You can only close your eyes and nod. You want to throw your head back, but his hand on your cheek and thumb in your mouth keeps it facing forward. “Now baby, what did I say? Eyes. on. me.” 

He jerks your head a bit, just to make you a little scared. 

You know he would never hurt you. 

Unless you asked. 

You open your eyes like a good girl. How could you not be a good girl for him? 

His breath catches when you make eye contact with him again. His eyes bare into your soul, never breaking. 

You whimper a little when the head of his cock catches someplace you have never felt before. He smirks, knowing. He hits it again, making the upper half of your body keen forward, his thumb slipping out of your mouth. 

Your hands, which were bracing on the back of the chair, move down to his pecs. You are desperate for him, desperate for that feeling that release you dreamt about him giving you. 

You start to bounce since he let go of you, letting his arms hang down and his head fall back in pleasure. You are doing that to him. You are making him let go. 

You grind his cockhead up against your g-spot over and over again, drooling down his neck. 

You wish you could see what you guys look like, his giant body draped over the chair in ecstasy, you sat on his thick thighs bouncing on his perfect cock, licking up and down his neck. 

You’re close, really close, and your walls start to constrict down on his cock. His eyes shoot open and he jerks his head up at the feeling. 

“Hold on princess,” he practically growls at you. 

Hold onto what? You think. 

He grabs underneath your thighs, holding his hands behind your back and lifts the both of you out of the chair with him still inside of you. 

Oh my god, holy shit. 

This was too good, you couldn’t have even dreamt this up. 

You wrap your hands around his neck and he pummels into you as fast as he can, hitting your g-spot every single time as if he has memorized the angle. The sound of his balls hitting your ass covers your cries of his name. 

“Fucking. Take it.” he says, his forehead touching yours. He has essentially lost control of his body, just bouncing you wildly up and down his cock. 

It’s coming, It’s coming. Please, please, please, “please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for, if you’re even talking out loud. You feel like you are losing your grip on reality, its so so close. 

He stills inside of you, leaving his cock right on the spot you need the most. He just shallowly thrusts, just rubbing your g-spot with his cockhead. Holy shit, it feels like fucking heaven. 

“Now,” he commands. 

And you obey. 

You flutter around him, feeling how his shallow thrusts stutter when you cum. You don’t stop for at least a full minute. 

“Thank you thank you thank you, oh fuck, thank you daddy” is all you can say as your clit jumps in ecstasy. 

His eyebrows are furrowed together, he’s close too. Right as your orgasm tapers out, you tighten your thighs around him and give him 3 bounces. That’s all he needs. 

He pulls you off of him just as he’s cumming, holding you away from him so you can watch the cum drip out of his cock and onto the floor. It’s so beautiful, you think. 

He sets your legs down on the floor, but they can’t hold you up and you fall to your knees. You can barely see straight, and you can’t catch your breath. Holy shit he may really have fucked the shit out of you. 

You keep your eyes turned to the ground while you try and slow your heart, but you see him start to squat down to your level. He picks up your chin with his hand to look up at him. “Baby… you need to clean up your mess.” 

“Wh..What?” you stutter. 

He stands up straight again, looming over you with his giant presence. “Clean it up.” his gaze falls to the ground and yours follows. 

Oh… you get it now. 

Not breaking eye contact, you lean your head down. You stick out your tongue and lick up the cum that he let fall to the floor, as well as some from you that you didn’t even realize had dripped down. He smiles. 

You feel like a pet, like a slave. 

You fucking love it. 

“That’s my good girl.” he praises you. You wipe off your mouth and look up at him through your eyelashes. He squats back down to your level, seeming to have fallen for your puppy dog eyes. 

“Does my baby need help getting cleaned up?” 

“Yes daddy.” 

He bends down to pick you up, which he does with ease, as if you weighed nothing. He guides your legs to wrap around him and he carries you into the bathroom. 

He sets you down to sit on the toilet and turns on the shower to start heating up. Why do you feel so dizzy? You gaze can’t focus. 

“Cora… don’t pass out on me my love.” he holds your face in his hands. 

“What do you need baby?” you grab onto his wrist to try and steady yourself. 

“Just a minute… I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize, take your time.”

He strokes your hair as you take a few deep breaths to steady yourself. 

“Is the shower ready?” you ask. 

“Yes my love, whenever you are.”

“Will you help me?” you ask.

“Of course” he says as he starts guiding you towards the shower door. 

He lets you step in first and before you can protest that you can shower on your own, he steps in behind you. 

It's a really big shower, with beautiful blue tiles and a detachable shower head. Detachable? Huh…

You lean into his chest, your head barely meeting the middle of it due to his height. One of his arms wraps around your body while the other starts to shampoo your hair. 

Why do you already feel so comfortable with him? As if you have been showering together for years. You literally just licked this man’s cum off the floor and have no remorse about it. Should you feel guilty? 

Nah, you kind of just feel like bragging to other Atiny’s on Twitter. I sucked his beautiful cock!! Suckers!!! Probably wouldn’t be the best idea…

After washing the rest of your body and getting you out of the shower and making sure you brushed your teeth, you are now tucked into his extremely comfortable bed. You don’t usually sleep naked, but it seems right when he is too. 

You turn to face him in the bed. He was already staring at you, it seems. 

“You know, I wasn’t expecting us to fuck right off the bat..” you admit. 

“Me neither, but I am not surprised. It’s hard to resist you.”

“You’ve been resisting me for the past 6 months. You know I always craved more from you.”

“Yes I did know. But I didn’t want to enjoy you in such a public space. I just craved being around you. Its hard to resist you, though, princess. Just know that.”

I guess that makes me feel better, but still… so many things unanswered.

“I know you are probably questioning a lot of things. Just try and get some sleep tonight, okay my love?” he asks. 

“Okay..” you agree in a small voice, knowing that you will wake up tomorrow with even more unanswered questions. 

“Good girl.” He curls his arm around your middle and tucks you into his side, kissing your forehead before drifting to sleep. 

He smells like the same cologne he was wearing earlier tonight. Beautiful, musky, and masculine. You let yourself drift to sleep, breathing him in.

OKAY I DID IT MY FIRST CHAPTER. plz reblog and like.

[really-fucked-up-stimboards]

falling down a flight of stairs stimboard ?

[hausofmingi]

his good girl

pairing: song mingi x stripper reader

tags: stripper au, smut, series

warnings: stripper things (mentions of pole dancing, lap dances, getting tipped), alcohol, implied past sex mentioned, no actual smut (yet)

wc: 760

an: okay so this is my first time writing a series, so lmk if this au strikes your fancy. I am really inspired by movies like hustlers or magic mike for the vibes, but also kind of thinking of y/n as a harley quinn type, minus the crazy. think more the devotion and the obedience part. anyways im really excited for where this will go, because i think its going to be kind of long. Here is the prologue to start tho!!

minors dni!!! 18+ only plz!!!

prologue:

At 20 years old, you decided to move to Korea on your own. You tried college but it just didn’t seem like the place for you. Being a dance major at a state college was really hard and the politics never seemed to work in your favor. This decision didn’t come out of nowhere though, you had been a fan of kpop since you were 14 and had always admired the dancing and the hard work of the idols. But you knew that it wasn’t being an idol that you wanted, to be a backup dancer was the dream. And it felt within your reach, you had a lot of hip hop training under your belt and loved learning all of the dances. 

But it wasn’t that easy. Maybe moving to Korea without a job lined up wasn’t your best move. And doing it alone, also not awesome. You understand now why your mom cut you off financially, because it really brought your life into a completely different trajectory. Who knows if it was because you were American or you weren’t skinny enough or weren’t actually good enough, but you never made it past the first round of eliminations at auditions. You had picked up the language though, so that’s one good part? But the failures and lack of a job brought you to a place of desperation, it brought you to an illegal strip club in Gangnam, catering mostly to the rich. A friend of a friend whose couch you were sleeping on recommended you audition for the place. Yet another audition didn’t seem like something you wanted to do, but the friend said the owner was nice, didn’t try to hit on his dancers, and would hire you if you had any dance experience and an ass. So you went for it.

And that's where you are now, 4 years later, on the pole. And it really isn’t that bad. You were able to get your own place with that friend, Lina, and although its shitty, its yours. You’ve made a name for yourself at the club, being the only American, and the only one with a fat ass a great rack. Tips are amazing, and the sex is even better. The amount of idols cocks that you’ve sat on is too many to count, not to mention the female idols that you’ve fucked. But no one has ever made you feel the way he does. 

Song Mingi. Your most valued customer, and the one who you crave the most. He is also the only one who has yet to give it up to you. He never requests a private room, yet he always comes alone. But every Thursday night, there he is, at the table farthest to the left in the back. It’s like you can sense him when he walks in. Always in a full suit or business casual, as if he came from a meeting rather than a late night dance practice. All he does is lock eyes with you onstage and nod. He knows you will obey. The moment your stage set is over, you are strutting over to his table and giving him the slowest lap dance you can possibly give. He will never touch you unless you guide his hands to you, and then his hands stay on where your hips meet your thighs the rest of the time. When you are done, he tucks $500 into the front of your thigh high stocking or garter. But its the goodbye that makes you crave his touch and acceptance and dominance. Before you get up off his lap, he softly grabs the back of your head and tilts it back. You already know to open your mouth and stick your tongue out. Taking the last sip of his drink, an old fashioned, he tips it into your mouth and tells you to “Drink up, my good girl.” And every time you do. He always swipes his thumb across your bottom lip when you’re done, and then sucks the little bit that was left there into his own mouth. And then, he leaves.

Every Thursday without fail since he first came in about 6 months ago. And every Thursday you leave a wet spot on his lap even though he barely touches you. And every Thursday you anticipate his arrival, putting on your best little panties or your prettiest bra, doing your hair into a little bow in the back, knowing that he probably loves that. 

But this Thursday was different. Because this Thursday, he didn’t come.

[cinhomi]

Dilf! Minho though he had enough of paternity after his divorce and his own children. He loved them, but he didn't want more..until the new babysitter comes to the picture and suddenly he has the biggest breeding kink not even his wife could pull from him

YES YES YES LIKE, the only good thing his ex ever did was hiring you to watch the kids for both of them, really. and you're even a sweet, smart, pretty girl...

your skin is so smooth and clear, not a wrinkle in sight for another ten years at least, always dressed nicely to make a good impression for the world that is still knowing you, sweet perfume making his mouth water when he's near you. the shape of your ass in those tight jeans you often wear is always the last thing he sees when he leaves the house and stays a little bit more at the entrance to watch you turn your attention back to his precious kids.

and god the way you take care of his children. he once came back and heard you scold them and it was the hottest thing ever, like as if you were their real mom... would you like that? he asks this to himself everytime it's his turn to keep them and you tag along. Minho gave you permission to do pretty much whatever you need with them, for them. when he comes home from a long stressful day at work and he finds you cooking because you "think it's better if they eat something homemade instead of take-out" a lovely domestic image presents in front of him, something that he never got to see with his past marriage.

when he stands beside you to help, his white shirt's sleeves rolled up his surprisingly big arms, veins adorning them like they're pieces of jewelry... you don't expect your core to tighten. but you never really expect him having an effect on you everytime he comes close, when he gently touches your waist to get past you, when he softly presses on your back and grabs something from behind you.

he's such an attracrive, elegant kind man, profoundly devoted to his son and his daughter, how could he ever end up with such a disgusting woman previously? you hate her. you hate her so much because she lets her own children stay more with their father and a babysitter than her but you're also grateful to see him more often. you're by now part of the family, you got to know a lot about each other.

dilf Minho who watches you smile adoringly while you help him put his treasures to sleep and tuck the covers under them, his daughter whispering in a breath, probably accidentally and halfawy in the world of dreams a "thank you mommy".

and it all just... clicks. yeah he didn't really want to be a father of three or more, heck his first two kids were the result of a marriage that was already collapsing at the time, and even if he loves them endlessly the idea of more wasn't that appealing. before meeting you.

so that night he doesn't let you leave. he pictures in his mind the outline of yours and his lips in one, not just for a simple kiss, but... as to envision them on another little puffy face. the color of your eyes his so, so beautiful to him and combined with his nose, his lashes, your eyebrows, both your hair, heck even the shape of your ears... he's convinced you could give him such a beautiful baby.

ahh, his ex was beautiful too don't get him wrong, his kids are kissed by the sun itself, but you, damn, you. he wants a baby from you. he needs to see if what he imagined will turn out right, or even more beautiful. Minho needs to fuck you hard and deep to be sure you leave his house stuffed with his next child and he needs to have you always ready for him because he plans on taking you whenever you two are alone, where and how doesn't matter.

the sight of his hair with few silver strikes at the sides, gold thin necklace jumping on his still pumped pecs, strong arms keeping your legs up his shoulders... it's all almost too much combined with the way he's deep inside you thrusting at a speed and with an angle that makes you almost ascend to heaven, something no other younger guy was ever able to do.

"lower your voice pretty, don't wanna wake up the kids hm?" he whispers just before sloppily kissing you to shut you up.

you already came on his fingers in the hallway where he couldn't wait to have you all for him to use, making you lay your back on the wall while he pressed himself onto you, his fingers inside your little hole as he spread them and caressed your walls. he made sure to prep you well, you had to be ready to take loads and loads of his cum after all, right?

and you came on his tongue too when he finally picked you up and ran to his cold clean bedroom, one that no woman after his ex wife saw, when he told you he was in exctasy.

"I've never had a more delicious cunt in my entire life" he said, clit circling in his mouth right after, then his tongue fucking you, then your juices all around his face. he surely had more experience than you, and your pussy being the best he ever laid his tongue on? well, it's more than a compliment to you.

all that to make you so dumb you don't even have a chance to protest against his plan.

"gonna make you so full kitten, you'll carry a baby for me yeah? is that right? you'll do that."

you're still too young to be thinking about being a mother but he makes it sound so, so tempting. you'd have a stable life, a loving and outrageously hot husband partner, a nice home always full of happiness and if he would fuck you like he's doing now for the rest of your life, well, you would consider yourself the luckiest woman on earth.

"stuff you 'till- 'till you become round and puffy- fuck! I'll give you another one, just another one..." and it's his third orgasm inside of you. having a man like him become so desperate for you makes your walls tighten around him again, losing count of how many times your pleasure reached the sky, hearing him grunt and try to contain his sounds to not disturb the tranquillity of the house and to not scare you away.

dilf Minho who can't get himself to pull out just yet, his cock hardening again just from the thought of you being a mommy while he's a daddy. his cock pushes his release inside you deeper and deeper adding pressure to your womb, overwhelming feeling manifesting through tears.

"shh kitten, it's okay, breathe..." his soft kisses being placed on your cheeks, hands momentarily moving from your sore legs to place them down and caress your breasts that, well, he never thought about it but he would very much like to suck when anching from being too full of milk.

"daddy's gonna give you some more, and you'll be good and keep it all inside." he starts to move again, and he restricts your hands in his when you start to writhe and wiggle away because it's stings too good.

"imagine how happy they'll be when you'll have breakfast with us in the morning," he kisses you again, and when he sees your fucked out expression he's the one who needs to calm down.

"they love you. will you let me teach them to call you mommy?"

dilf Minho who finishes fucking you when the light coming from outside isn't from the moon anymore, but the sun. dilf Minho that watches you sleep peacefully on his chest even if he has to get up to prepare his kids for school. dilf Minho who thought he would never feel such strong emotion for anyone anymore, but finds himself making up a discourse about how he wants you to go out on a date with him, even if he's old and maybe not the cool type you may like at your age, but that can love you properly and treat you like a queen.

dilf Minho who stuffs his cock inside you again as he bends you on the counter when no one beside you two is in the house anymore.

thank you for this ask, I didn't really feel like writing a one shot about it just now, maybe in the future, who knows. hope you appreciated ;)

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[heartclef]

HONGJOONG & MINGI for The Altered States Magazine (2023)

[coupsie-daisies]

Kinktober '23: Exhibitionism + Voyeurism | Kim Hongjoong + Park Seonghwa

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x GN!Reader x Kim Hongjoong

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), Kinktober 2023

Summary: Hongjoong has the most pathetic obsession with his roommate's partner, and they aren't making it any easier to get over them. Little does he know, they love having his attention just as much as he loves giving it.

WC: 3.7k

Warnings: Reader is described as having a vulva and breasts but uses gender neutral pronouns and terms, Pervy Hongjoong (kinda pervy everyone), Reader wears the boys' clothes but their size isn't described, fingering, oral (reader receiving), cumshot, Seonghwa is kinda mean, exhibitionism and voyeurism obviously, Sir kink, barely mentioned dom/sub dynamics

A/N: If I forgot any warnings, please let me know. I am considering eventually doing a second part to this, let me know if you're interested. Kinktober and general tag lists are open

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Hongjoong was a filthy little pervert, and he knew it.

He really did try his best not to indulge himself like that, not to get turned on by the most embarrassing things or seek out just a hint of what it would be like to be in the room where it happened, but he had never been very good at shaking that particular vice.

You were Seonghwa's picture perfect partner. You were sweet and charming and always cleaned up after yourself when you stayed over. You would even bring baked goods or make lunch for the boys to take to work, always packing one for Hongjoong when you made Seonghwa's. You were an angel, and Hongjoong felt guiltier than ever about how badly he wanted to defile your innocence.

Seonghwa had been his best friend for years, they'd lived together for nearly a year and a half, and they'd always managed to work well together. But whenever Seonghwa brought you around, Hongjoong was hard to pin down. He was skittish, trying to avoid your gaze for fear that you could see right past his facade, but it only ended with him focusing on how pretty you looked in that little crop top Seonghwa had gotten you for your birthday. He didn't talk to you much, and he half worried that maybe you thought he didn't like you. But it was the opposite. He couldn't hear your sweet voice say his name without popping a boner like a fucking teenager. It was pathetic and he didn't know what to do.

The worst part, though, was that the walls of his and Seonghwa's apartment weren't particularly thick, and every time you and his friend would sleep together, he'd freeze up, pressing close to the wall between his and Seonghwa's rooms to try and hear the pretty sounds you made just a little better. He felt awful about it, listening in on the two of you having sex and jerking off like it was some personal porno, but he couldn't seem to stop himself. He never came as hard as he did when you begged for his best friend. He couldn't let it go, even if it left him with a mess to clean up and a red hot burn of humiliation in his chest.

So it was another weekend where you were coming over to spend time with Seonghwa, and Hongjoong cursed himself for not making any plans to get out of the house, because when he got out of the shower, there you were in the kitchen, a grin on your face and a shirt that he could have sworn had belonged to him at one point paired with a cute black skirt that brushed your thighs in the way he wished he could. He blinked a few times, dragging his eyes away from your body.

"I'm making lunch. Are sandwiches okay? You need to go grocery shopping, I swear I don't know how you two survive." You said. He swallowed, suddenly hyper aware that he was only wearing a pair of shorts and a towel around his shoulders to catch the water dripping from his hair. He cleared his throat.

"Right, yeah that's great. Thank you." He said. You nodded, satisfied with his answer.

"Good. Now go dry off, you're gonna drip on the floor." You said, shooing him off with a sweet smile. And he could swear when you turned around that your skirt lifted just enough to show him that there was nothing underneath. He cursed to himself, his eyes rolling back as he felt his dick twitch in his shorts. He had never scurried off to his room faster, and he entirely missed the pleased little giggle that followed his absence.

It was the next day, and part of Hongjoong was devastated that you and Seonghwa seemingly hadn't done anything besides watch youtube, leaving him with his own thoughts and his hand, recalling the times you'd come undone underneath his best friend. But what he didn't expect was to wake up to the sound of you on the other side of the wall just after dawn, the prettiest moans sinking through to his room and stirring him from his sleep.

"Hwa, please," You whined, squirming under his touch. It was so early, and you had barely had time to adjust to being conscious before Seonghwa was tucking himself between your legs, mouth latched onto your clit and two fingers curling into your pulsing heat. "Faster, need more."

Seonghwa chuckled against your pussy, his tongue dipping in to meet his fingers, lapping at the wetness you were leaking onto him. He was so mean sometimes, not that you ever had any real complaints about it. He sat back, his fingers still moving inside of you, just barely brushing the rough patch that edged you closer and closer to orgasm.

When your orgasm washed over you, it was nearly impossible for you to think properly, your hands scrambling for something to grab onto, one catching against the wall, the other digging into Seonghwa's shoulders as you let out the prettiest melody of moans, Seonghwa's name falling off your tongue as he worked his fingers deeper into you. He didn't let up until your legs were trembling against his shoulders and your moans turned into hiccuped whimpers.

"Good job, pretty baby. Put on such a good show," He hummed, crawling up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He dipped towards your ear. "Think he came already, or should we give it another go?"

Hongjoong was shaking, his hands trembling and his stomach covered in his own cum. He never stopped feeling frazzled whenever he listened to his best friend fuck you. And he wasn't sure if you didn't know how thin the walls were or if you really just didn't care who heard you. He used a handful of tissues to clean his seed off his skin, pulling on a pair of sweatpants to cross over into the bathroom.

The last thing he was expecting, however, was for you to come out with nothing but one of Seonghwa's shirts barely covering you, a bright grin on your face when you saw him. He was speechless, his eyes following the plush of your thighs, the way he could almost see your pussy if he could get away with looking a little harder. And he could see the little hickeys that Seonghwa had left on you that weren't there in the morning.

His dick twitched in his pants, and he started to panic, his eyes finding yours again. You were looking at him so sweetly, and it only made him ache more. God, when had he turned into such a fucking mess?

"Were you gonna use the bathroom?" You asked him, hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, pulling it a little higher so the view was almost unmistakable. Hongjoong gulped, looking over at the bathroom, then back at you. He shook his head, although he wasn't sure what else he'd have been doing. But you didn't ask, just grinning at him and brushing your hand over his arm as you passed him, giving a not-so-subtle squeeze to his bicep that was the cherry on top of his arousal, leaving him rock hard with a very noticeable tent in his sweatpants. Fuck.

Come the next day, you hadn't seen a single glimpse of Hongjoong, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't disappointed. You were grateful that your boyfriend didn't mind your borderline obsession with his roommate. If anything, he was endlessly indulgent. So when he looked over from where he was playing his game, he knew without asking what had you pouting and sulking on his bed like you were.

"If you want his attention, just go ask him to hang out with you." He said. You whined, moving to lay down.

"Don't wanna. Want him to come play with us. I know he wants to!" You said, pout evident in your voice.

"Yeah, but he doesn't know that you want him too. You know he's not gonna make a move without knowing it won't be a bad one." Seonghwa said with a faux pout to mock yours.

"But how do I do that?"

"Easy."

Seonghwa turned off his game, standing up to knock on the wall next to you. You jumped a little, eyes going wide and your heart rate picking up - from excitement or nerves was anybody's guess. When Hongjoong didn't answer back, Seonghwa knocked again, calling for him to come over for good measure. You squirmed, propping yourself up as Seonghwa shifted to lean over you.

"Gonna let him watch me make you cum?" He asked in your ear, earning a breathy whine. You nodded almost frantically, letting Seonghwa tug your shirt over your head just in time for Hongjoong to open his door. The red haired man stopped in his tracks, his lips parted like he was going to say something, but nothing came out. You turned to look at him, and that sweet smile was back.

"Sorry," He blurted out after a minute, turning to leave, but Seonghwa stopped him.

"Come back, close the door." He said. Hongjoong did as he said like a man possessed, looking shocked by his own actions as he latched the door. "Sit down, get comfortable."

Hongjoong backed up until he could sit down in the gaming chair at Seonghwa's desk, still watching the two of you as his hands clasped in his lap, a desperate attempt to hide the way he was getting hard just from seeing you laid out under his friend like that.

"You like listening to them get fucked, right? I know you always jerk off to it. I see the way you look at them. You want to see it?" Seonghwa asked as if he were just asking what Hongjoong wanted for dinner, and the younger choked a little, a startled cough filling the quiet.

"Joongie, please?" You whined, and his eyes fluttered, taking in the sound of his name on your tongue. "Been wanting you to watch forever. Want you to enjoy me like Hwa does."

"I shouldn't...I don't...understand." He said, eyes flitting between the two of you, and he tried so hard not to focus too much on the exposed skin of your torso. That got much more difficult however when Seonghwa expertly undid your bra and slid it off of you.

"We want you to watch, you want to watch. What is there to think about? Please, Joongie! I wanna see you touch yourself for me. I need it." You reached up, your hands cupping your breasts and kneading them lightly as you pouted at Hongjoong. He dragged a hand through his hair, looking once more at Seonghwa who looked bored of waiting for an answer.

"You can leave if you want, no hard feelings. But I just know they're gonna cum harder than ever with you in here." Seonghwa shrugged, stripping off his shirt to press closer to you, your bare chests pressed together as he captured your lips. The kiss was hungry, teeth clashing and tongues trading saliva until you couldn't breathe, and you could hear the way Hongjoong groaned and hissed at the sight.

You fumbled with Seonghwa's jeans, eventually managing to push them down his hips and out of your way. He sat back, kicking them off and tugging your shorts down at the same time so you were only covered by the cute little black panties you'd picked just for Joong.

Seonghwa tugged at your arm, half manhandling your body as he rearranged the two of you. He pulled you onto his lap, leaning back against the wall and hooking your legs over his so you were entirely spread out facing Hongjoong. You squirmed, feeling yourself growing wetter at the way he flushed, and you swore he almost looked like he'd pass out, staring at the way your panties stuck to your wet folds.

Seonghwa's fingers trailed over your arms, putting on a show to work both you and Hongjoong up, and it was clearly working as you squirmed even more, earning a slap to the outside of your thigh. You jolted and mumbled an apology under your breath.

"Didn't hear you," Seonghwa mused, his hands already going back to caress over your waist, down your stomach, then back up to brush his thumbs over your nipples.

"Said I'm sorry, sir." You repeated louder. He hummed his approval, kissing your shoulder as he tweaked your nipples, tugging and flicking them to full hardness.

"That's what I thought. If you're gonna let him watch, you better be on your best fucking behavior. Not gonna let my friends think I'll let you be a disobedient slut." He warned, and you nodded quickly, gasping when he gave your nipples one last harsh pinch.

Hongjoong was entranced, watching how easily you fell apart under Seonghwa's touch. He'd heard the sounds before, heard his friend's mean words, but seeing the way your eyes rolled back and your hips chased some sort of friction was almost too much. His hands clenched against the fabric of his pants, resisting the urge to touch himself for fear he'd cum the second he did.

"They get so wet whenever you're home." Seonghwa said, teasing his fingers up and down the wet patch between your thighs, his arm resting around your waist to keep you from writhing and rocking into the touch. "Would be jealous if it wasn't so much fun getting you riled up. Can't even look you in the eye, can he baby?"

You shook your head, eyes trained on Hongjoong's face, the pretty shade of pink that dusted his cheeks. He looked up, almost as if he were trying to argue against his friend's taunts. When he met your eye, he shivered, a pretty little moan falling out of his mouth as he finally gave in and palmed himself firmly through his pants.

You looked so desperate, clearly chasing his attention and melting into Seonghwa's chest when you received it, opening your thighs wider and reaching up to toy with one of your nipples. It was for him, he knew that now, and his mind was reeling with every time you'd been putting on a show for him, every time he'd denied it to himself. And fuck he could have been doing this all along? He might never forgive himself.

"Should we take off their panties? Do you wanna see me open them up?" Seonghwa asked, dipping one lithe finger under the edge of your panties, the tip of it brushing near enough to your clit to make you jolt, sending pleading looks to Hongjoong. The latter nodded frantically, those wide, blown out eyes turning to Seonghwa who seemed just as affected as you were if the bulge pressing against your ass was anything to go off of.

With his friend's agreement, Seonghwa let go of your waist, helping you shimmy the fabric down your hips and discarding them in Hongjoong's direction. They landed just in front of his feet, and he couldn't help but stare at them as if he'd been gifted a trophy from the gods, one he'd cherish until the day his mortal soul was escorted to the afterlife.

"Look at me, Joongie," You said, and you fully giggled when his head snapped up at the order. His eyes found yours first, awaiting some sort of guidance. Then down, down, down across the planes and dips and swells of your body to where Seonghwa was lazily dragging a finger through your wetness. He spread it up, circled widely around your clit before gliding back down.

Hongjoong choked, his hips bucking against his hand. He was dead, he had to be. This wasn't fucking possible. You looked like a painting, spread out, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you beared Seonghwa's teasing.

"Look how pretty they look, fucking dripping all over my lap just from being watched." Seonghwa mumbled, more to himself than to either one of you. His fingers finally landed against your clit, rubbing firm, slow figure eights. You leaned your head back, putting the clear expanse of your throat on display.

"Faster, sir, please." You hissed out, and Hongjoong could see the way that your thighs tensed and fluttered against the feeling, trying so hard not to do anything punishable.

"Do you deserve it? Being such a filthy slut for my best friend. Not a very good toy, can't even stay loyal. But sharing is caring, I suppose." He mused, and you nearly cursed his dramatics before his touch was speeding up.

You purred, arching so perfectly against him that he couldn't resist moving his hand lower, sliding two fingers into you without even a little resistance. You cried out, louder than Hongjoong had ever heard you.

"Please. Need more, need to be full. I wanna show him. Show him I can take it, I can be good." You were babbling, high off the feeling of having both men's attention on you. You'd been waiting for it so long that you couldn't even try and find some shame within yourself. Only pride burned through your veins. Pride at having won Seonghwa over, pride at having gotten Hongjoong to finally give you the attention you'd craved. Pride at not having cum just from the knowledge that he wanted you as bad as you wanted him.

"Greedy." Seonghwa pulled his fingers out, slapping them against your clit a few times before filling you with them again. You sobbed out a broken sound of pleasure, and Hongjoong hissed in return. He fumbled, pushing at his pants until they were low enough for him to pull his dick out.

You whined at the sight, his pretty cock, sort of long and thin with a vein running up the underside that simply had your mouth watering, and his hand making slow, almost hesitant pulls along the length. Your walls fluttered around Seonghwa's fingers, sucking him in deeper in a desperate attempt to feel full enough. He chuckled, curling his fingers to press against the rough patch inside of you. Your hips bucked, and you made the most pathetic sound of the day. Hongjoong's eyes went wide, and he couldn't settle on where to look; Your blissed out face, your heaving chest, or the way his friend's fingers were fucking into you with carefully practiced technique, the way he wished his fingers were.

"Like what you see?" Seonghwa asked upon catching Hongjoong's attention on your pussy spreading so easily for his fingers. Hongjoong nodded. "Just wait till you see them cum. Might even let you taste, if you want. It's best from the source."

You were gone then, the thought of Hongjoong's tongue on you edging you closer and closer to drenching your boyfriend's fingers in cum, and he could tell. A strong hand found your hip, pulling you firmly back into place, and his fingers curled expertly against your g-spot. You whined and whimpered, incoherent begging filling the room.

"Please. Need to cum, please 'Hwa. I've been so good, always so good. Just wanna show him how good you make me feel, please." You babbled, gripping his forearm even as he continued abusing your most sensitive spots. You could hear how wet you were, the slick sounds turning you on even more desperately. The feeling of your juices on your thighs were like ice on your overheated skin.

"You're asking the wrong person, baby. Is this how we entertain our guests?" He asked. You shook your head, mumbling out a sweet 'nuh-uh'.

"Joong, please. You wanna see, right? Want me to cum for you? Please, Joongie, I need it. 'M so close, can't hold it. Please, let me cum. I wanna cum, I want you to see." You were whining, words slurring together as you tried your best to hang on to the edge with Seonghwa's thumb brushing your clit ever so slightly and his fingertips digging into your hip in the perfect way you loved.

"Please, want you to cum. Cum for me," Hongjoong blurted out, his hips chasing after each stroke of his hand over his cock, precum leaking from his tip and easing the harsh tugs he was giving himself. He was close too, you could see it in the way his chest heaved up and down, the way his eyebrows furrowed and his tongue dragged over his bottom lip again and again.

You couldn't deny such a lovely request. Your orgasm hit you like a train, your eyes rolling into your head and your thighs trying so hard to clench shut that Seonghwa had to grab you to keep you from tumbling off his lap altogether. You gasped, trying to draw back in the air that had been squeezed out of your lungs in a desperate cry. Your blood was rushing in your ears, and you only came back to reality at the sound of Hongjoong's groans.

He stared at the way your cum dripped out of you, creamy wetness running down the curve of your ass to pool in his best friend's lap. You shivered with the aftershocks of the pleasure, your eyes half lidded and your breath coming fast. He burned the image into his mind as he fucked up into his hand, his own orgasm rushing over him. His cum poured out of him, thick and seemingly never ending as it dripped down his hand, each attempt to ride out the bliss just spreading his spend over the length of his cock.

You wiggled, barely able to stand on weakened thighs as you stood up. You took the few tentative steps over to where Hongjoong was sitting, resting your hands on his thighs and sinking down to your knees. You looked up at him with that same smile, those same almost-innocent eyes as you nestled between his spread thighs.

"Can I taste?" You asked, fingers inching up his legs towards his still rock hard, cum smeared dick.Fuck, he was a dead man.

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