⋆˙⟡ summary: after his recent promotion, your husband has been spending more and more time in the office, hoping to continue to climb his way up to the top of his company. you have a beautiful home, a lavish life together, and more money than you know what to do with. but in the cloud of his ambition, he’s forgotten all about the one who carried him to where he is– you.
⋆˙⟡ warnings/tags: MDNI! 18+, explicit, smut, angst, husband sannie!!, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (dont do that), multiple orgasms, sannie in a suit, good old fashioned missionary lovemaking with a side of desperation, creampie, san’s got a lil bit of a dirty mouth, mentions of separation/divorce, groveling and begging, all that good stuff! let me know if i missed anything♡︎
⋆˙⟡ pairing: husband!san x fem!reader
⋆˙⟡ author’s note: this was entirely inspired by both san being who i envisioned as kai young when i read king of pride, in combination with the plot of king of greed … sorry bout it !!! sannie would also just be absolutely devastating while groveling and begging for forgiveness, i just had to. this is my first time writing our sweet sannie, so i hope you enjoy ♡︎ i am also still relatively new to writing so any constructive and kind feedback is more than welcome! thank you ♡︎ this is also possibly my last fic post until after my wedding which is 2 months away!!!
⋆˙⟡ word count: 6,210
⋆˙⟡ read part two: here
⋆˙⟡ read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/68984456
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The ticking of the clock is deafening in the silence of your empty dining room. You’ve been sitting across from a vacant seat at your dining table for hours now, your husband’s untouched plate of food only growing colder as time continues to pass. Your empty wine glass, and bottle, sit next to your own cold dinner, plated on your best china, the set San’s boss gifted you as a wedding present. The candles you’d lit hours ago are nearly burned all the way down, wax dribbling over the edges of the gold candelabra. Despite your withering hope and growing rage, your stubbornness has you glued to your seat, staying put until San gets home.
It’s nearly midnight when you finally hear the lock to the front door of your penthouse click, followed by the familiar sounds of him setting down his briefcase and toeing off his shoes. Your chest tightens in anticipation for the interaction you now have to have, every moment you’ve spent alone this evening, and all the ones prior, filling you with more anger and disappointment. The speech you rehearsed in your head flutters out the window, like it doesn’t even want to be here either.
“Jagiya, I’m home,” he calls out quietly down the hallway. How he knew you’d be up waiting for him, you didn’t quite know. Maybe he didn’t either.
“In here,” you reply, tapping a freshly manicured fingernail on the tabletop. You’d gotten them painted San’s favorite shade of purple this morning, although your hopes for this evening were already dwindling after he left for work before you’d even woken up. You should’ve known, given his track record with quality time as of late.
He rounds the corner into your opulent dining room and stops dead in his tracks, his eyes landing on you before registering the state of your dining table. Your styled hair, your floor length satin dress with a devastating slit up one thigh, the first pair of Louboutin stilettos he ever bought you discarded next to your chair. The corner of his mouth quirks up, his cheek dimpling.
“You look beautiful, gongjunim,” his attention turns to the table, and you watch his face fall as he registers each item before him: a beautiful meal on your best china, the empty wine bottle, the candles that go out almost on cue, having burned all the way down. “You made hangjeongsal?” His tired brown eyes find yours again, his expression somewhat unreadable. “What’s the occasion? I didn’t have anything in my calendar today,”
“Your calendar,” you scoff, your anger already getting the best of you, “I didn’t realize I needed to ask to be penciled in for dinner with my own husband,” you pick up your empty glass, getting up from your seat at the table to head toward the kitchen, suddenly feeling stone-cold sober and desperate for another drink. “It’s midnight, San, you didn’t think to call? Text?” You hear him following behind you, his socked feet quietly padding across your tiled floor.
“I forgot to call, jagi, I’m sorry,” he gives you the same excuse you’ve heard a hundred times over, and your blood starts to simmer beneath your skin. “I was pulled into a last minute meeting that ran over, and–”
“You’ve been doing a lot of that lately,” you cut him off, “forgetting.” You round your kitchen island and turn around to face him, setting your wine glass down a little too hard on the marble, it’s a miracle it doesn’t shatter. You plant your hands on the cold surface and glare at him, but he suddenly looks so small. Despite his perfectly pressed suit and carefully styled hair, the light in his eyes is completely gone, the boy you fell in love with nowhere to be seen. This job of his is taking so much of him, so much from him, and he doesn’t even realize it. He looks at you in silence, already seeming defeated. Despite his current state, you can’t stop the anger from bubbling up inside of you.
“You don’t even know what today is, do you?” Your throat tightens, your voice raising with each word. Panic floods San’s eyes as he flips through his mental calendar, which you’re sure has no trace of you in it. He approaches the island, reaching for you across it, but you step back.
“Today? I–”
Your humorless laugh interjects before he can finish his thought, as you already know he has no clue. You know he has no clue, because every single anniversary before this one, he’d send flowers. Even when you were two broke college students, celebrating monthly dating anniversaries, he would pick dandelions from the courtyard by the library, wrapping them into a bouquet with a piece of notebook paper.
“You’ve been so deep in your precious job that you left me all alone on our goddamn anniversary,” your voice breaks on your last word, all the loneliness and disappointment you’ve been feeling recently starting to overshadow your anger. Your fingernails press crescents into your palms, and you ball your fists as tight as you can.
The color drains from his face, dread filling his eyes as he looks at his precious Rolex to confirm the date.
“Jagiya, I–”
“Save it.”
He freezes, letting you have the floor, preparing for the reprimanding he knows he absolutely deserves. “You left me alone, from sunrise to sunset, on our wedding anniversary, with not even so much as a text message. All. Day. Long.” You square your shoulders as you come back around the kitchen island, fighting the tightness in your throat as you reach for the dazzling ring on your left hand. You slip it from your finger, placing it on the island between you and your husband. He looks down at it, eyes widening like you just placed a lit stick of dynamite before him.
“This,” you gesture toward the shining diamond, “was a promise. To love each other, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer.” His lower lip quivers, waiting for you to continue. “But the richer version of you is making me miss when we had nothing, San. We didn’t have any money, we lived in a studio apartment, and we lived paycheck to paycheck. But at least you looked at me. At least you spent time with me, at least you never forgot a single important day.”
He looks past you, something unidentifiable dawning over his handsome features. His face is void of any emotion, his gaze goes glassy, he looks… numb.
“I didn’t mean to let you slip away,” he almost whispers, “I just wanted–” he chokes on his words. “I just wanted to give you everything after having nothing for so long.” He focuses on your face once again, and you soften slightly at just how broken he looks. You know from his perspective he has good intentions. You know he came from nothing and swore to himself he’d never be in that place again. But you can’t back down yet, you promised yourself you’d say everything you need to.
“We’ve had everything, San,” you gesture around the two of you to the beautiful penthouse he bought after his first big promotion. “We have cleaners for fuck’s sake.”
He lets out a watery laugh, looking to the floor, his smile not reaching his eyes. “I know, not entirely necessary, huh?” He tries to lighten the mood, but when his eyes meet yours again, the whisper of his beautiful smile disappears.
“I can’t do it anymore, Sannie.” You take a slight step back, needing to put space between the two of you. Suddenly his presence feels so suffocating. You didn’t want to give him an ultimatum, you swore to never be that level of crazy, but this isn’t crazy. You just want your husband back.
“Do… do what?” He’s scared. Scared to ask you that. More scared to hear your answer.
“Sit here in my trophy case all day and wish that you were here, when you very well could be, and still keep your status with the company,” you shake your head, pushing through every voice in your head telling you to stop, that this isn’t necessary. “You work too hard when you don’t need to, and I can’t just wait here every evening and hope you decide to come home before the sun goes down.” You realize you’ve been avoiding eye contact since beginning to respond to his question, and finally bring your eyes to meet his again.
“I can’t keep feeling completely alone, just waiting for you to be here. Something has to change, or I have to leave, San.”
The silence in the air is thick. Dense. Clawing down your throat, nestling deep into your belly. Despite your better judgment and the aching in your heart, you hold his gaze. Physically, he’s looking into your eyes, but he’s looking right through you, as if he’s hoping that you’re a mirage, and the real you will come bounding into the kitchen at any given moment, bursting through the words you just spoke.
Something is his eyes changes, and his breath turns shallow, his fists clenched at his sides, as if he’s stopping himself from reaching for you.
“Jagi, please, I can’t do this without you,” his voice breaks, like the dam that’s been holding in your tears all evening. They burn trails down your cheeks. “I love you,”
“You’ve been doing just fine without me for months, San, you hardly seem like you need me anymore,”
“Fuck, y/n, I do,” he runs his hands through his hair, mussing its perfect style, “life didn’t have meaning before I met you.” He motions like he wants to reach for you, but he stops himself. “I wanted to do this to give you the life you deserve, the life we deserve. To pay you back for all the support you’ve given me for years, I just–” tears well in his eyes, his voice catching in his throat. “I went about it the complete wrong way. I was trying to work harder, climb higher, bring more home to you, for you, but–” a tear escapes, gliding down his cheek, dripping from his chin, soaking into his shirt. “I lost sight of the present, and I take full blame for that.” He sniffles, closing the distance between you and dropping to his knees in front of you.
“Please, jagiya, I’ll do better, fuck,” he wraps his hands around the backs of your thighs, fingers gripping the satin, pulling you closer to him, and you let him. He rests his chin against your thigh, looking up to you, letting his tears freely fall down his cheeks. Yours mirror his.
It’s a reflex, when you cup his cheek with your hand. It’s a reflex, when he leans into your palm and closes his eyes.
“Please,” he whispers. “There’s no me without you. I’m so fucking sorry,”
A shaky exhale flutters out of you.
“You can say that you’ll do better as much as you want, but you have to actually keep to your word,” you wipe a tear with your thumb just before it dips into his dimple. He looks up at you, his deep eyes full of regret, longing, desire. Your heart aches in your chest, begging to be held. You sniffle.
“I will do anything for you.” His grip on your thighs tightens, and he ghosts a gentle kiss over the sliver of skin peeking out through the slit in your dress. “I’ll work 9 to 5, I’ll work from home when I can, I’ll make sure my assistant schedules everything during work hours,” he kisses you a little higher, his nose pushing up under your dress slightly.
“San…” You know how much he loves you. That isn’t the question, the question is: will he put you first? Will he dial it back at the office and be happy with the life you’ve already built together? Your head is spinning at the feeling of his mouth on you. You want to forgive him and trust him, but how do you know he’ll follow through?
“Please,” he nuzzles into your soft skin, “I know you have no reason to believe me after what I’ve been putting you through.” He presses another kiss to your exposed skin, softer this time. You struggle to keep your breathing in check. He sniffles, clearing his throat. You feel his tears seeping into the fabric of your dress. “But there is nothing in this universe that can keep me from loving you. And I will do anything to remind you of that.” You let him kiss you higher, a thumb hiking your dress up further.
“Please,” he whispers. The sound of his begging makes your skin prickle.
His lips have a way of lighting your body on fire. The first time he kissed you, after walking you home from the houseparty that brought him into your world. The first time he went down on you, on his knees under the table in a private study room late at night in the library, head nestled between your legs with one hand covering your mouth. You knew you were doomed from the start – the hold he has on your body, mind, and soul – there’s no escaping it.
Even now, with the threat of separation swirling around you, all you know is his lips on your skin. Soft, sweet, tender, desperate. He lets his teeth drag across the supple skin of your thigh, his tears sticking to you, your own starting to dry on your cheeks, leaving tracks through your makeup. You stifle the moan that threatens to rip from your throat.
“Jagi…” He peeks up at you through his lashes. Lashes you’d always hoped your children would inherit.
“You have a lot to prove, and even more to make up for,” you smooth the furrow between his brows with the pad of your thumb, and he grins at you.
“Why don’t I start now?” He drops another kiss to your leg before rising to his feet, instinctively wrapping his hands around your waist. “Have I told you how beautiful you look?”
“Yes,” you whisper. The way he’s looking at you makes you feel like you’re right back on the front porch of your college apartment on the night you met. You barely knew anything about him other than his name, but he looked at you like he knew every inch of your soul from the moment he laid eyes on you.
“Well, I’d like to tell you again,” he hesitantly leans in, softly kissing your cheek. You lean right back into him, your heart melting for him, and he kisses you again, the corner of your mouth this time. “You look so beautiful, jagiya.”
He raises a hand to your chin, gently turning your head to the side, kissing the hinge of your jaw. “Although…” He kisses the pulse point of your neck, “I’m really kicking myself for not getting home before you took off those heels.” His lips ghost over your ear. “You know how much I enjoy you in heels,”
Going from angry and disappointed to crumbling in your husband's hands was not your plan for the evening, but you should’ve known yourself better than that. Maybe you both need this.
“Go get them,” you whisper.
He shoots you a knowing grin before turning to walk back toward your dining room. He returns a moment later, your Louboutins dangling from his grasp. Before you can speak, he drops to his knees in front of you once again and holds out a hand. You pick up one of your feet and he tenderly cups your heel in his palm, sliding one shoe onto your foot. You give him your other foot, bracing yourself on the kitchen island to help you balance. Once both heels are securely on your feet, he stands to his full height in front of you, drinking you in.
“I know I missed dinner, but I’m so hungry.” He takes a step closer to you, his hands gliding over the soft satin of your dress, finding purchase on your hips.
“You can heat up your food,” you choke out as he dips his head into the crook of your neck, kissing your collarbone.
“That’s not what I want,” he whispers.
You try to step back to give him a dirty look over not wanting the dinner you painstakingly prepared for him, but before you can, he’s hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist.
“San!” You yelp, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling the tensed muscles of his broad shoulders. He looks up at you with determination in his eyes, turning the two of you around to walk back toward the dining table. He approaches an empty place at the massive table, and sets you right down on it.
“What on earth do you think you’re doing, Choi San?” You look into his deep eyes, any tears he cried have dried, the spark of the boy you love filling his dark irises.
“I told you I was hungry, my love,” he spreads your knees, standing between them and hiking your dress up in one fluid motion. Before you can formulate a response, he drops back to his knees in front of you.
”And I made your favorite meal for you.” You try to argue, but know it’s no use. Your breathing quickens with every glide of his hands across your skin. He slips his fingers under the hips of your delicate lace panties and slides them down your thighs. You lean back, propping yourself up on your hands, looking at him expectantly.
“You’re my favorite meal.” He grins, dimples mocking you as he slips your panties into his pocket. With that, he dives between your legs.
”Oh, Sannie,” you throw your head back as he licks into you, hands spread wide across your thighs, holding you open for him. Unfamiliar is the wrong word, because going down on you has always been one of San’s favorite pastimes, but it feels… Fresh. San has been too busy or exhausted for sex these days, and it’s been so long that this time thrums with the same energy and excitement as the first.
His tongue slides through your heat with practiced precision, the firm tip of it swirling around your clit. He groans as it swells under the heat of his mouth, sucking the sensitive bundle between his lips. Your nipples harden, peaking through your dress, the material of it making you feel all the more sensitive.
You feel a hand leave your thigh, followed by two fingers prodding at your entrance, He dips the tips in softly, just to the first knuckle before withdrawing to bring them to his lips. His eyes bore into yours as he licks your arousal from his fingers, wetting them with his tongue before bringing them back to your throbbing entrance.
“I will never,” he starts, thrusting his fingers deep inside you, “ever make you feel unwanted or forgotten ever again.” His voice breaks on his last word, and he peppers your inner thighs with kisses, setting a steady pace, easily finding that spot that makes your back arch. “I am so fucking sorry,” he whispers. Fresh tears make their way down his cheeks, spreading onto your skin as he works his mouth closer to your core.
Your heart twists, full of both love and longing, begging for his words to be true. You feel a stinging on the bridge of your nose, and a tear slips down your cheek as your husband sucks your clit into his mouth again. He weaves your thighs over his shoulders as he licks at you, and you press your heels into his back.
“Ah, Sannie,” you sob, grinding your hips against his mouth, melting into the searing heat building low in your belly. He finds a rhythm that ruins you, pumping his fingers and lapping at you like you’re going to disappear at any moment, burying his face into your heat. You run your fingers through his hair, holding his head firmly in place.
“C-close,” is all you can manage to mutter, your climax building quicker than you can process, the two of you falling into this familiar dance so easily. It’s been so long since you’ve been intimate with him like this, your body feels like embers crackling back to life into a roaring bonfire. You dig your stilettos into his back, drawing a rumbling satisfied groan from your husband’s throat.
“Come for me, jagi,” he growls, “let me hear you.” He replaces his tongue with the rough pad of his thumb, not letting the transition alter his rhythm in the slightest.
You bring your hand from his hair to his cheek, soaking in the way he’s looking at you with so much love in his eyes. It’s filthy, the way his puffy lips and glistening chin compliment the sheer obsession in his gaze. The way he’s looking at you so surely while doing unspeakable things to you.
He curls his fingers inside of you and you’re done for, your body seizing and trembling as your orgasm rips through you.
“O-Oh my—“ your brain goes numb, handing all control over to your husband. He jumps onto his feet, slowing his pace ever so slightly as he throws his free hand behind your neck to ease you down onto the table. You let it pulse through you, each wave melting you into the table beneath you. He softly rubs his thumb over your clit, drawing it out just enough.
“Good girl,” he whispers, running his hand down your sternum, over your belly. “Do you think you can give me another?” He pushes the heel of his hand firmly on your pubic bone, pumping his fingers slowly, teasing your clit.
“I think so,” you giggle breathlessly, your limbs feeling like jelly. He knows your body so well, you know he could have you coming all night long if you’d let him.
He continues his leisurely pace, watching your chest rise and fall as you catch your breath. You give him a nod, and that’s all he needs to bury his fingers deep inside you and bring his mouth to your cunt again.
“Ah!” You cry out, back arching off the table at the sudden change. He nods, grazing his teeth over your clit and growling into your core. Your hands fly into his hair again, holding him tight as you roll your hips over his mouth. He bumps your sensitive spot with the pads of his fingers with each thrust of them deep into you, using his thorough intimate knowledge of your body to his advantage as usual. He uses his free hand to gently push your thigh, spreading you open wider for him.
“So beautiful, spread out for me on our table,” he brushes his thumb over your clit while he watches you. “Let me see you touch yourself, jagi.”
He trails a hand up your soft body, fingers slipping beneath a strap of your dress, slowly sliding it down your shoulder, all while pumping his fingers in and out of you. He pulls your dress down just enough to free one of your breasts, giving your hard nipple a soft lick before kissing back down to your core.
Your hand slides up your belly, palming the soft swell of your breast before rounding your thumb and forefinger around your nipple, the wetness from your husband’s tongue making the sensation all the more delicious.
“That’s it,” he nearly whispers, his voice low and breathless. “My beautiful wife.”
He finally reconnects with your clit, setting back into a steady rhythm that he knows will have you crumbling in minutes. You writhe underneath him, rolling your nipple between your fingers in time with his persistent and practiced ministrations at your core.
You flutter around his fingers, and you feel him chuckle deeply against you. He nods again, egging you on, delivering a particularly firm suck to your clit.
“God, Sannie, I–” You feel your climax settling deep within you moments before it crashes over you, your body turning pliant, and your hearing muffles. You feel alive, in love, on fire.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, “so fucking beautiful.” He stands, letting any and all restraint fly out the window, bending over your spent form and crashing his lips to yours. The taste of you spreads across your tongue as he slides his own into your mouth, slipping his fingers out of you. You whine, feeling empty. While you feel more connected to him than you have in weeks, perhaps even months, it isn’t enough.
“Take me to bed, San,” you mumble between kisses.
You wrap your legs around his waist, hoping he’ll get the hint. He chuckles warmly into your mouth as you lock your ankles behind his back, and threads an arm beneath your waist. Without breaking the kiss, he scoops you up, keeping one hand firmly gripping your waist and the other splays wide under your ass. He squeezes your cheek before giving you a playful smack, making your cunt squeeze around nothing. Your dress is still hiked up around your waist, and your sensitive center rests firmly on his stomach, each step he takes giving you a pulse of pressure.
He carries you through your penthouse, blindly walking you to your shared bedroom. You feel a hand leave your waist and hear the doorknob turn, and he kicks the door open as he brings his lips to your neck.
“Do you remember our wedding night?” He whispers as he softly nibbles on the column of your throat, walking you across the room, toward your bed.
“Of course I do,” your voice comes out breathless. He nods, licking up your neck and pressing a kiss behind your ear.
“Do you remember how I fucked you on our wedding night?” The closeness of his mouth and the way he breathes his words straight into your ear has your skin prickling with goosebumps.
“Yes,” you gasp softly, thinking about San, who wanted you so desperately on your wedding night that he made love to you nearly fully dressed. Pounding into you deeper and harder than he ever had, tuxedo shirt open wide and pants pulled down just enough to give him access to you. He barely gave you enough time to take off your wedding dress.
“I’m feeling just as desperate for you right now as I did that night, if not more,” he taps your ass gently, and you loosen your legs around him. He gently eases you onto the floor, holding you tightly to his body until he knows you’re steady on your feet.
“But,” he loosens your dress around your waist, allowing it to cascade down your legs. “I need you to know that I love you more now than I did that night,” he kisses your forehead ever so softly. “And I will love you more tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that,” he emphasizes each string of words with kiss after kiss to your forehead, threading his fingers through your hair, holding you close to him. You rest your hands on his waist, leaning into his touch.
“We’re gonna be okay,” you whisper, a silent tear falling down your cheek. You didn’t realize how badly you needed to hear him say that.
“We are.” He tilts your head back, bringing your eyes up to his.
“I love you,” you remind him, as you bring your hands to the thin satin straps of your dress, easing them down your shoulders.
“I love you,” he replies, watching as the top of your dress inches down your chest, as you push it further and further down until it’s bunched around your hips and your breasts are exposed, nipples peaking as your husband’s gaze on you intensifies. With a final push, your dress eases over the swell of your hips and drops to the floor, pooling around your feet, leaving you fully bare.
Without his eyes leaving yours, he shrugs out of his suit jacket, dropping it to the floor behind him. He hooks a finger under the knot of his tie, loosening it to the point that he can pull it over his head. Your skin warms under his gaze, your mouth going dry as his fingers work at the buttons of his shirt, popping them open one by one, his tan chest peeking out from his crisp white shirt.
He untucks his shirt from his pants and opens it fully, and you run your hands over his warm skin, feeling each muscle beneath your fingertips. Your hands travel up over his chest, dipping beneath his shirt to wrap around his strong shoulders. He rolls his shoulders, and you help pull his shirt down his arms until it joins his jacket on the floor.
You stand there, chests heaving, silence deafening, hearts pounding.
“Make love to me, San,” you whisper.
He’s on you in a heartbeat, one hand in your hair and the other on his belt buckle, tongue tangling with yours as he works himself out of his pants, shimmying out of them and kicking them to the side.
You can’t stop yourself from trailing a hand down his body to palm his solid cock through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. He hisses at the contact, his hand in your hair tightening. You nip and lick at each other’s lips, hands wandering and skin heating.
You squeal as he lifts you again, wrapping your legs around his waist for a brief moment before tossing you onto the bed. You giggle as you land, bouncing on the mattress and wiggling backwards until you meet the soft pillows at the headboard.
He stands at the foot of your bed, eyes dancing over your bare body as he rubs himself through his underwear, a smirk playing across his lips.
“Open your legs, jagiya.” His voice comes out low and gravely, and you obey his command. He shudders an exhale, the dark spot on his boxer briefs growing as he drinks you in. “Look at you,” he growls.
“Come here,” you beckon him.
Your mouth dries as he pushes his underwear down in one swift motion, his cock bobbing in front of him as he kicks the fabric out of his way. He strokes himself slowly, tugging his cock to the side as he stares at your center. You flutter around nothing, and his eyes darken.
He crawls up the mattress, hovering over you, arms resting on either side of your body. You let your eyes travel down his body, over his strong chest, his narrow waist, his velvety, solid cock, hanging so close to your aching cunt. Your breath catches in your throat, your core throbbing with need.
He brings his mouth down over yours, softly at first. Sweet, tender kisses, until he slips his tongue between your lips and desperation takes over. He groans into your mouth, kissing you hard, drawing your bottom lip between his teeth as he parts your legs wider with his knees.
“I need you,” he breathes.
“Take me.”
He sits back on his heels, pumping his cock as he admires you. Your hair fanned across your pillow, your puffy lips, your soft breasts. He bends over you to press one more kiss to your lips, then sits back on his heels, lining himself up with your entrance.
He notches the head inside, pumping into you little by little, inching further inside with each thrust. The feeling of him dragging in and out of you has every inch of your skin burning, a light sheen of sweat blooming across your skin. You roll your head back, eyes fluttering closed as he pushes deeper.
“Look at me,” he demands.
You peel your eyes open to meet his, his pupils blown wide as he bottoms out, every solid inch throbbing inside of you. Your mouth hangs open, letting out a whimper.
He fills you so perfectly, like you were made for each other. You were made for each other.
He draws out of you to the tip, pushing back inside even deeper than before. He holds your gaze, fucking into you slow and deep, your soft grunts and whines the only sounds in your quiet bedroom.
“Harder, please,” you meet each thrust the best you can, pushing yourself down the mattress onto him.
“Mm,” he nods, picking up his pace, fucking you faster and harder with each thrust. His brow furrows, and he bites down on his bottom lip. “Fuck, you feel so good jagiya.”
All you can do is moan, your mind going blank, the only thing running through it is how delicious your body feels under your husband. San brings his thumb to his lips, swirling his tongue around it before lowering his hand over your core. He swipes his thumb over your clit, and you melt even further into the mattress under him.
Your belly warms, and San inches further up the mattress, the new angle making his thrusts hit deep inside you, and you gasp, your back arching.
“That’s it,” he coos, “take it,”
“Fuck, Sannie,” you tighten around him and he groans, thrusting into you even harder, his thumb circling your swollen clit.
“Keep squeezing around me like that and I’ll fill you up.” You always fall apart when he starts to talk to you like this, his dirty words that he saves for the bedroom. You feel the fire pooling deep in your belly, each swirl of his thumb around your clit drawing you closer and closer to the edge.
“I need it, please,” you whine, taking everything he’ll give you. He bends over you, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip. His sweat-slicked body gliding over yours makes your head spin, and the extra stimulation of your nipples has you dancing on the edge.
“I’m gonna fuck you so full of my cum, you’ll be dripping for days,”
“Yes, please,”
“God,” his hips stutter, “come with me,”
He buries his face in your neck, biting down hard, pushing you both over the edge. A moan rips from your throat, and your body trembles as he stills inside of you, filling you to the brim with his release.
You stay in the moment for several beats, both of you trying to catch your breath and settle your heartrate.
“I love you so much,” he rolls his hips slowly as he starts to soften inside of you, peppering your forehead and cheeks with soft kisses.
“I love you,” you murmur, feeling sated and light. He carefully slips out of you, falling onto his side next to you. You stay on your back, threading your fingers between his when he rests a hand on your belly. He kisses every inch of you that he can reach– your temple, your cheek, your neck, your shoulder. You soak in the feeling of being in your bed awake together for the first time in days.
“So, now that I know what day it is and will never live it down, how are we celebrating our anniversary, jagi?” He breaks the silence, kissing your temple once more, brushing the sweat soaked hair from your forehead.
His question stills you for a moment, your nerves automatically causing you to worry what the following days will bring. How he’ll adjust his work schedule, how it’ll affect his mental health, if he’ll actually stick to his word.
“I don’t know, Sannie, it’s so late already. And you have to work early tomorrow, don’t you?” You don’t intend for your voice to come out so nervous. He strokes your hair for a few silent moments, then freezes.
He jumps out of bed, padding over to his discarded clothes. He kneels on the floor of your bedroom, digging through his suit jacket, searching each pocket until he finds what he’s looking for. The screen of his phone lights up, soft light dancing across his face.
“Are you seriously checking your phone right now? Choi San I swear, you are not out of the woods yet–”
You cut yourself off when he brings the phone to his ear, used to moving in silence when he’s taking important calls. You curse yourself for the gut reaction, but stay silent, watching him with a furrowed brow and bated breath.
“Hongjoong-ssi, it’s San.”
Why on earth is he calling his boss right now?
“I know it’s late, I apologize, but I need to let you know I’ll be taking the next two weeks off.”
You cock your head at him, trying to make out the muffled voice on the other end of the line. Hongjoong doesn’t sound upset by any means, he actually sounds quite calm. Encouraging, even.
“I will, thank you, hyung. I’m taking my wife on vacation.” He glances up at you, “I don’t know yet. Wherever she wants to go.” A shy smile, dimples peeking through. “It’s our anniversary.”
He hangs up the phone as you beam at him, your heart so full you can hardly stand it.
✿ summary: a heated interaction with your roommate causes you to question your friendship with him, and wonder if there’s something more to your relationship.
✿ warnings/tags: MDNI! 18+, explicit, smut, slight angst, roommates to lovers, best friends to lovers, jealousy, misunderstanding, alcohol consumption, oral (f receiving), face sitting, fingering, cowgirl (yeehaw), big girls on TOP, unprotected sex (u know what i'm gonna say about THAT (be careful)), creampie, multiple orgasms, a lil missionary if u will, apologetic cheolie, reader's female bff is sooo supportive and cute, lil jeongcheol friendship moments
✿ pairing: seungcheol x fem!plussize!reader
✿ author’s note: choi seungcheol… no one on this earth can convince me this man is not into big girls. this is entirely self indulgent and inspired by an interaction i had with my husband when he was working out recently LMAO enjoy xoxo!! also i wrote this as being in the summer just to warm my bones a lil. this is not proofread thoroughly, sorry for any typos!
✿ word count: 10k
✿ read it on ao3: here
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Getting off work early, especially on a beautiful summer afternoon, is a rarity with your busy schedule, but this Friday afternoon, the stars have aligned. No evening meetings, all reports finished early, your presentation for the middle of next week already complete. You thank the universe as you clock out at 2PM, a whopping 3 hours earlier than you usually would, and find your way to the city streets to venture back to your apartment for the weekend.
When you enter your apartment, you’re met with nothing but quiet. You hang your work bag on the hook by the door, and drop your keys into the catch-all on your recently thrifted accent table in your entryway. You smile to yourself thinking about your roommate cursing at you when you asked him to carry it up all two flights of stairs when you brought it home.
“Cheol?” You call out, wondering if your best friend is still working, or if he’s stepped out for an errand.
You find your shared kitchen and living room to be empty, so you push past, down the hallway toward your roommate's bedroom, where his work-from-home office setup resides. He’s probably still clocked in, so you’ll say a quick hello before you get settled for the evening.
Your pace slows slightly as you approach his cracked bedroom door, your ears straining to make out what exactly you’re hearing. As you inch closer, you hear soft grunts and shallow breaths.
Stopping dead in your tracks, you immediately wonder if you should turn around before you see something you shouldn’t. Warmth creeps up your spine at the sounds he’s making, and you take a hesitant step forward. Would you find him sprawled out across his bed, propped up on his pillows, taking advantage of being home alone? God knows you do it when he’s gone. You wonder if he’s ever thought about finding you in the same state, if he’s thought about interrupting you, replacing your fingers with his own–
The clanking of weights feels like a bucket of cold water dumped over your head, bringing you back to the present moment. Of course he’s just working out, y/n, get your head out of the gutter.
You peek through the crack in the door, carefully and quietly. He’s facing away from you, sitting on his weight bench. He’s adding another weight to his already stacked dumbbell, his precious noise cancelling headphones covering his ears. His sweat-slicked hair peeks out over his nape from his favorite baseball hat. The muscles of his bare shoulders dance beneath his taught skin as he adjusts his weights. Warmth spreads across your cheeks, travelling deep to your core at the sight of his strong back. He sits up straight, rolling his shoulders before lifting his dumbbell up over his head to start another set.
You hate seeing him working out. Not because you actually hate it, but because you hate seeing him sweaty, breathing heavy, shirtless… You find yourself regularly reciting “he’s your best friend, he’s your roommate, cut it out,” into your bathroom mirror. Thankfully his workouts are typically confined to his bedroom, so you only catch a glimpse when you walk by his open bedroom door at just the right moment.
You tiptoe backwards, padding back toward the front door. You open it again, closing it harder this time, jiggling your keys loudly in the catch-all.
“Cheol, I’m home!” You call out, making sure your voice is louder than last time. A startled sound comes from down the hallway, and you hear his dumbbell clank onto the floor.
“In here!” He sounds out of breath as he calls to you, “you’re home early, easy day?”
“Yeah,” you reply as you walk back down the hallway, mentally preparing yourself to see him again, “finished everything by lunch and was over my hours for the week, so I figured I’d just come home and start my weekend early.”
“Me too,” he says a little softer, sensing you’re almost to his room. You suck in one last deep breath before composing yourself, pushing through his bedroom door.
He fully comes into view, headphones discarded on his bed, black tank top being pulled over his torso. You catch one last look at his muscular back before his skin disappears beneath the fabric, and he turns around to face you. “I don’t have any plans this weekend other than lunch with Hannie tomorrow, do you wanna order in and start another re-watch of Business Proposal tonight?” He takes his hat off to card his fingers through his damp locks, tossing it on his bed next to his headphones.
Your eyes snap to his, doing your best to pretend you weren’t just ogling at his body. His hair is slick, his cheeks slightly flushed, his bottom lip red from his biting on it – a habit you noticed the first time you saw him lifting weights.
“That sounds incredible, yes, please,” you take a few steps over to his bed to sit on the edge of the mattress. “I just need to shower and call Yunji to double check what time our plans are tomorrow, then I’m all yours.” Your other best friend will kill you if you miss your coffee date tomorrow morning.
“Perfect,” Seungcheol flashes you a devastating dimpled grin before turning his attention back to his weights, preparing to put everything away for his next workout.
“Gimme,” you gesture to the dumbbell in his hand. He has multiple weights stacked on either side, but he’s holding it like it’s nothing.
“This?” His eyebrows raise and the corner of his mouth quirks up. “You’re gonna hurt yourself if you try to lift it,” he sets it on the floor next to his bench.
“I’m not an idiot, Cheol,” you stand up, walking over to the bench, throwing one leg over before sitting down. “I just wanna try,” reaching down, you wrap your fingers around the warmed metal. You try to lift it, you really do, but you get it maybe three inches off of the ground before dropping it back down on the floor.
“Oh my god, ow,” you laugh, and he laughs right along with you.
“What did I tell you?” He picks it up again effortlessly, bringing it to the rack in his closet where he stores all of his weights.
“How can you just lift that like it’s nothing?” You shake out your arm, feeling slightly embarrassed for thinking you might actually be able to pick it up like he does.
“I bench, like, 4 times that, y/n, it’s just what I’m used to,” he pats your head as he walks past you, missing the way you stick your tongue out at him. Looking at the dumbbell sitting on his closet floor, you do the math in your head…
“That’s more than I weigh, Cheol, there’s no way.”
“Are you suggesting I can’t lift you?” He spins around to face you, planting his hands on his hips, looking at you in disbelief, his thick eyebrows shot up his forehead.
“Is that such an outrageous thing to suggest? I’m not exactly skinny.” You fold your arms over your stomach, always hating when attention is brought to your body, even though you did it to yourself this time.
He huffs out a laugh, taking a few steps closer to where you’re sitting on his bed. “Get up,” his voice drops lower with his command, making your ears turn red.
“W-Why?” You tilt your head at him, suspicion and a hint of anticipation lacing your tone. He has to be joking.
“So I can prove you wrong.” The sureness in his voice makes you dizzy. He holds out a hand for you and you hesitantly take it, letting him help you up. Okay, not joking.
“There’s no way I’m wrong, be serious.” You try to reason with him but any thoughts are drowned out by the sound of your heart pounding in your chest. You’ve had plenty of physical contact with him over your many years of living together, but he’s never had complete control over your body like he’s suggesting he could. Just the thought of it causes your breathing to stagger.
“Oh, shut up and come here,” he closes the distance between you, and you rest your hands on his shoulders as he dips down to wrap his strong arms around your hips. You gasp as he easily lifts you, snaking your arms around his neck to brace yourself, his fingers splaying wide under your ass to support you. Your legs instinctively spread to wrap around his waist, ankles locking behind his back.
So many points of contact between your body and his, and each one is searing. Once you’re settled in his grasp, you make the mistake of looking down at him. His grip tightens under you as your eyes meet, your shared heaving breaths filling the silence in his bedroom. You swear you catch his eyes darting to your lips for a moment. Heat courses through your veins, and you wonder if he feels it too. You’re suddenly too aware of the way your clothed center is resting against his strong stomach.
“Okay, you made your point,” your voice sounds unfamiliar, breathless and deep. You have to get out of here before you do something friendship-ruining.
“Right,” he whispers back, his tone just as foreign as your own. Despite his agreeing with you, his hold on your body doesn’t falter. Neither do your arms wrapped around his neck. His lips are so close to yours, you find yourself wondering what they taste like. A car horn blaring outside his window shatters the moment.
“I have to call Yunji,”
“I have to call Hannie,”
Almost in unison, you both snap yourselves out of it, Seungcheol gently setting you back on the floor, both of you stepping back to put some space between you. You don’t miss the way his eyes catch on the exposed bit of your belly before you adjust your shirt, not even realizing it had slipped up when he picked you up.
“Text me what you want for dinner–” you try to speak,
“Let me know what I should order–” he does too.
You speak over each other, both trying to change the subject. A beat of silence.
“We could get Thai from the place down the street–” you start,
“I hear they have really good drunken noodles,” he interrupts.
You snap your mouth shut, the air in his room suddenly feeling suffocating.
“Let’s do Thai. Let me know what you want and I’ll order after I talk to Jeonghan.” His voice comes out impossibly soft– if he’s feeling any of whatever the hell you’re feeling, he’s doing a damn good job at hiding it. Embarrassment suddenly creeps up, and you need to get out of this room.
“Yeah, for sure, I will,” you practically run out of his bedroom before you finish your sentence, leaving him standing all alone, trying to collect his thoughts about what the hell just happened.
Your phone call with Yunji is brief, your best friend picking up on your energy, but you can’t get into it with Seungcheol down the hallway. You promise to give her all the details in the morning, saying a quick goodbye and taking a very cold shower before texting your roommate, asking him to order you the drunken noodles.
You spend the rest of your evening watching your favorite drama in a slightly uncomfortable silence with Seungcheol, avoiding eye contact with him and keeping conversation to a minimum. Your avoidance makes you miss the softness in his eyes while he watches you eat your noodles, cutely wrapped in a blanket on the couch.
“Are they as good as I heard they are?” He comments after the first episode ends. You finally look at him, taking in his bare face and relaxed state. Something flutters deep in your stomach.
“Mhm,” you smirk at him, your mouth full. You swallow, clearing your throat before trying to speak again. “So good, thanks for the recommendation, Cheolie.” His ears turn the slightest bit red, his dimples making an appearance as he grins back at you.
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“Okay, let me get this straight,” Yunji is rubbing her temples across the table from you at your go-to cafe. She takes a deep breath before continuing. “He just… said he could lift you? And you let him? And now it’s weird?”
You let out an exasperated sigh at her retelling of the events, realizing how silly it sounds. “Yeah? I guess I kind of started it. He said what he benches, I said it was more than what I weigh and that there’s no way, and he said I was suggesting he couldn’t lift me. So he told me to get up, and he just… did it.” Your mind flashes back to his deep command, and your stomach does a backflip.
“Oh you absolutely started it, babe, what did you think was gonna happen? You know how that boy is with his pride,” she picks up her latte, taking a small sip before continuing. “So, what? Last night was awkward?”
“I don’t know, kind of?” You ponder for a moment, picking at the pastry flaking off of your croissant. “He ordered us dinner and we watched Business Proposal for a few hours like we always do. It just felt different. It was awkward, but it wasn’t? I don’t know.”
“Well… How did he pick you up?” She smirks at you the moment she catches your cheeks starting to blush. “Oh my god, it was hot, wasn’t it?”
“Don’t tease me!” You put your face in your hands, trying to cool your warming skin.
“It was, wasn’t it?! Oh my god, spill. Now.” She props her elbows on the table, resting her chin on her fists, giving you all of her attention.
“Okay, okay, um,” you start, already stuttering over your nerves. “He kind of… picked me up with his hands on my ass, and I … wrapped my legs around him?” You slap your hand over your mouth the second the words come out.
“No wonder it’s awkward, babe, he wants to fuck you!” Yunji giggles as you throw a crumpled up napkin at her, shushing her as a server walks by, trying to keep her vulgarity quiet.
“He does not! Don’t be ridiculous,” you whisper.
“Well, do you want to fuck him?” She questions you, a little quieter this time, putting you on the spot.
“I don’t know! It was just. I don’t know, I felt something, yanno? But he’s my best friend, and I just –”
“And you’ve lived together for years now with no romantic interests on either side, doesn’t that tell you anything?” She interrupts you abruptly, crossing her arms at you. “You’ve had dates, but nothing’s stuck. Do you know why?”
You shake your head at her, not wanting to hear what she’s about to say. Unsurprisingly, that doesn’t stop her.
“You want him. And he wants you. Anyone outside of your relationship can see that. Why aren’t you letting yourself try something that could make you both really happy?” She lets her words hang in the silence between you for a moment before tilting her head to exaggerate her question.
“You don’t know that,” you shake your head again, “that he wants me. Why would he?”
“How much time do you have?” A smile cracks through her concerned features. “You’ve been best friends since high school, you’ve lived together since college, he does anything and everything for you!” You must not be hiding the doubt in your expression, because she continues. “Y/n, he thinks you hung the moon in the sky. You’re hot, he’s hot,” you raise your eyebrows at her and she giggles. “Sorry! I’m just saying, you two would be really special together.” She reaches for your hand across the table, rubbing her thumb back and forth across your knuckles. The charm on her thumb nail sparkles under the warm cafe lights.
“He’s out of my league, Yunji,” you squeeze her hand. “If he didn’t think so, he’d have made a move by now,”
“Hey, he absolutely is not out of your league,” she interrupts you. “And who knows what’s holding him back? Maybe he thinks the same about you,” she squeezes your hand before releasing it to grab her drink. You mimic her, taking a long sip of your latte while you think.
“I don’t know, I guess it’s possible.” You wonder if her (loving) ramblings have any truth to them. You think back to a movie night months ago, you and Seungcheol sat right next to each other on the couch after sharing a bowl of popcorn. You had fallen asleep toward the end of the movie, slumped back in the cushions. You could’ve sworn, after he gently covered you with a blanket, he whispered, “beautiful,” before disappearing to his bedroom for the night. The following morning you’d thought it might’ve been a dream, but now you aren’t so sure.
“What’re you thinking about, babe?” Yunji’s soft voice brings you back to the present moment.
“Just–” you hesitate to share your memory with her, feeling too embarrassed to say it out loud. “Just trying to figure out where to go from here,” you recover.
“I think you should just talk to him, y/n,” your friend encourages you. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
“I don’t know, I ruin our friendship?” You laugh as you throw a hand up, your mind always going to the worst case scenario even when it isn’t likely. You know if he doesn’t feel the same he’ll let you down easily, you’ll get past it, and your friendship will be fine.
“Yeah, by turning it into a relationship,” she teases. “Sounds perfect, ruin it.” You laugh.
“I’ll think about it. He was gone when I left this morning so maybe I’ll try to read the vibes when I see him later.” Your stomach flips at the thought of seeing him, and the feeling only worsens when you try to formulate a single thing to say to him.
“You got this. I’ll be waiting with bated breath for updates.” She winks.
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You make it to Thursday without seeing Seungcheol. At this point you’re convinced he’s flat out avoiding you, staying in his room until you leave for work, and going out before you get home, not returning until you’ve turned in for the night. You almost crossed paths Monday morning when you heard him rustling around in the kitchen, but he rushed back into his room as soon as you opened your bedroom door. You decide you’ve had enough, especially after a particularly awful day at work, and text your best friend. It’s almost the weekend, it’s summer, and you need to go out.
y/n: i need a drink. asap.
yunji: still haven’t seen him?
y/n: drink now, questions later.
yunji: yes ma’am, on my way
You throw on your favorite sage green sun dress, ignoring the nagging in your brain telling you to wear something that covers your body a little more. After some light makeup and half assed styling of your hair, twenty minutes later, you and Yunji are sitting in your favorite booth at Lotus, your go-to bar that happens to be just down the block from your apartment. The music is loud, and the purple and red lights are dancing across the bar goers and servers, their chatter creating a hum of lively noise. Yunji cracks open your bottle of soju, pouring a glass for the both of you. You fill her in on your lack of interaction with Seungcheol this week, and she does her best to talk you off the ledge.
“I just don’t understand,” you finish the last of your first bottle of soju as Yunji opens a second. “He’s never just… not spoken to me for this long, even when we’ve been in an argument.” She nods in understanding, topping off your glasses again. “I feel like he’s avoiding me.”
“Maybe he just needed time to think,” she assures you. Her eyes catch on something behind her, her brows raising, then lowering into an angry crease. “We might’ve just figured out where he’s been going every night, though.”
You whirl around without any concern for being subtle, and see Seungcheol standing in the entryway, dressed in dark wash jeans and a form-fitting black t-shirt, the sleeves hugging his biceps, a thin gold chain hanging around his neck. His hair looks freshly washed, styled to expose his forehead, his rosy cheeks even more red under the dancing lights of the bar. His eyes lock on yours, your breath catching as an unreadable emotion washes over his face. His mouth parts like he’s about to speak, but Jeonghan grabs his wrist and pulls him straight to the bar. Your best friend does a double take, somewhat of an apologetic expression taking over as his friend drags him away from you. You feel pathetic watching him go.
“Go talk to him,” Yunji’s voice draws you back.
“Absolutely not,” you down your drink, slamming the little glass down on the table. “He can come to me, since he’s the one who’s been avoiding me all week.” The alcohol burns your throat. Just the alcohol, not the tears you’re fighting.
“Y/n…” Yunji tries to reason with you, but you stop her.
“I don’t want to talk about him anymore, can we just– enjoy our night please?” Your voice nearly cracks on your last word as you will away the burning sensation creeping across the bridge of your nose.
Yunji’s eyes soften. “Of course we can, babe.” She clears her throat. “You will never believe what happened at work today…” She dives into a story about her coworker whom she can’t stand, and you’re grateful for the distraction.
It’s devastatingly short-lived though, when Jeonghan pulls Seungcheol to a booth directly in your line of sight twenty minutes later. He sits down facing you, of fucking course, laughing at something Jeonghan said. At least he’s having fun. He takes a sip of his beer, his tongue darting out to lick the liquid from his bottom lip as he sets down the bottle.
His eyes meet yours, and he lets them linger briefly before looking away.
Ouch.
This is your bar. You come here together all the time. Why does it suddenly feel like he’s so far away from you when he’s right here in the same room? Why does it feel like laughing together in this same booth is a memory that is years behind you? And why can’t he look at you without anything but sorrow and apology in his eyes?
“Earth to y/n?” Yunji pries.
“Sorry,” you clear your throat. You realize she’s been speaking to you while you stare at Cheol, lost in your own thoughts. She turns to look, eyes rolling as she turns back to you. “Do you want me to go kick him?”
“No,” you sigh, finally looking away from him. “If he doesn’t approach me by the end of the night, I’ll do that myself.” You smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes, and Yunji notices.
“Maybe he has a good reason.”
“Hopefully,” you shrug, forcing the corner of your mouth up into a smirk. “I’ll get it out of him eventually.”
“Before or after you have hot make up sex?” She bites her lip and wiggles her shoulders at you.
“Oh my god, stop it!” You laugh, tapping your glass against the table. Yunji slides the bottle over to you. “We will not be doing that anytime soon, if ever.”
“I’m just teasing,” she winks, laughing along with you.
You avoid looking at your roommate for the next hour, though his presence is begging for you to acknowledge it. You feel so drawn to him, especially after sharing two bottles of soju with Yunji. Warmth swims through you every time you think about him, but you force your attention to remain on your friend across the table.
A beautiful woman draws you from your conversation, her thin frame blowing by your table, leaving a floral scent in the air behind her. Her hips sway as she walks, directly over to… Seungcheol’s table. She’s absolutely breathtaking. Fuck.
Your heart stops in your chest as she rests a hand on his shoulder, her slender fingers brushing over the collar of his shirt. He looks up at her with a bright smile, one that you haven’t seen in a week, as this mystery woman talks to Jeonghan.
Heat creeps up your neck, and your hearing goes a bit fuzzy. Is this why he’s been avoiding you? To come hang out with some girl at your bar? Your ears are burning, and the alcohol sitting in your stomach turns sour. You can’t sit here and watch this.
“I’m sorry girl, I don’t feel good, I think I’m gonna head home,” you avoid Yunji’s eyes as you grab your purse, throwing a few bills on the table to cover your half of the drinks. You haul your purse over your shoulder, the music suddenly feeling too loud and the air too thick. “I’ll call you tomorrow, yeah?”
Yunji doesn’t question your sudden decision to leave. “Do you want me to walk you home?” She asks, concern lacing her tone.
“It’s just down the street, don’t worry, I’ll let you know when I get home,” you assure her, refusing to look in Seungcheol’s direction.
“Okay, I’ll close our tab. Love you, be safe,” she calls after you as you head toward the door.
“Love you, thank you,” you choke out your words as your throat tightens. You hardly make it out the door before tears well in your eyes, dripping down your cheeks. The cool evening air slaps you in the face, sending shivers through your body. It’s a warm night, but the heat of the bar must’ve been sweltering. Cars fly by, bar goers weaving around you to get inside.
“Fuck,” you mutter, shaking your hands out at your sides, wiping your sweaty palms on your dress and trying to regulate your breathing as you turn toward your apartment.
She’s hot, he’s hot, of course it makes sense. Why wouldn’t he find someone to date? Your little moment at home must’ve made him feel so guilty that he hasn’t been able to speak to you since. You almost ruined his relationship, for fuck’s sake.
You jump slightly at the sound of the bar door slamming open, but keep walking. You just want to get home and wallow in your self pity in peace.
“Y/n, wait!” His voice nearly stops you in your tracks. You force out a shaky sigh and keep moving, quickening your pace.
“Please, talk to me, I’m sorry,” he calls after you.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” you reply, still not turning to face him. You hear his footfalls on the sidewalk, quickly coming up behind you.
“Of course I do, please, talk to me,” he’s right on your heels. You’re so close to home.
You ignore him.
He respects your space, trailing in your wake up to your apartment steps.
“There’s nothing for us to talk about,” your voice wavers, more tears threatening to fall. You trudge up the stairs to your front door.
“Are you crying? Fuck, y/n, I’m sorry, I–”
“You what, Cheol?” You flip around right in front of your apartment. Your shared apartment. “You what? Hm?”
“I…” He pauses at the rage and sorrow swimming in your eyes. “I just haven’t known what to say, I–”
“You could start with ‘I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you,’ maybe?” You propose quietly. He winces.
“I wasn’t avoiding you, y/n,” his voice comes out just as soft as yours, and he looks into your eyes, really looks at you, for the first time in days. You can’t have him looking at you like this right now. Looking at you with so much unspoken emotion in his eyes.
“It really seems like you were,” you turn around and enter the code into your front door, pushing it open when the lock clicks. He follows behind you, quietly closing and locking the door behind you. You kick off your shoes, heading to the kitchen. He does the same, watching you in silence as you pour yourself a glass of water.
You take a sip, shakily setting the glass down before facing him.
He sighs, looking you up and down, and you wonder if he’s relieved to finally be having this conversation like you are. A soft blush creeps across his cheeks.
“Okay, I was a little bit.”
Fuck.
You swear the cracking of your heart is audible. Of course he was, he must’ve been trying to figure out how to let you down easy. His expression is entirely unreadable, but he refuses to look away from you. You need to get out of here.
“Oh,” you breathe, “I’m sorry.” Your voice trembles before you can steady it. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I’m sorry I interrupted your night, I–” you sniffle, “I’m just gonna go to bed I think.” You wipe a tear that escaped down your cheek.
“Y/n, wait,” he steps toward you, but you take a step back.
“I get it, Cheol, she’s gorgeous, I don’t blame you, really–”
“Who?” His brow furrows in confusion.
“I saw her with you at the bar, it’s okay, really.” You turn away from him, desperate to be safely behind your closed bedroom door. You’re so fucking humiliated, and your apartment suddenly feels impossibly small.
“Y/n, please, you misunderstood,” he follows behind you.
“I know I did, it’s okay, I should’ve gotten the hint, that’s my mistake,” you head down the hallway toward your bedroom.
“Please, just listen to me for a second,”
“Really Cheol, it’s okay, I understand, I’ll just—“
You feel a strong hand firmly wrap around the back of your neck, and suddenly the room spins, and you’re facing your roommate. He holds you in place, bringing his other hand up to cradle your face in his hands. You feel your cheeks heating at the way he so easily maneuvered your body… again. Your hands rest hesitantly on his hips.
“Look at me,” he commands. You do.
A silent moment passes.
“She’s seeing Jeonghan.” His voice is firm, no room for misinterpretation. A small gasp leaves your lips, opening your mouth to speak but he continues.
“I met her for the first time tonight. She was just introducing herself to me before you left the bar. I tried to stand up and be a little more formal about it, but she pushed me right back down and said there was no need, since she felt like she knew me already after everything Jeonghan had told her.” He swipes a tear from your cheek, his thumb sliding across your skin.
“So you… you aren’t dating her? Or… anyone?” You sniffle, trying to process everything he’s just told you. All of your anger and jealousy tonight was so misguided and unnecessary, but you’ve never been able to stop your mind from going to the worst case scenario.
“No, I’m not,” a bit of a smug grin tugs at the corners of his mouth, his cheeks dimpling and blushing slightly.
Okay, fine. But he still has some explaining to do.
“Then why have you been avoiding me, Choi Seungcheol?” You poke at his side and he flinches, chuckling as his fingers tighten around your face, sliding up into your hair. Your fingers fiddle with the hem of his shirt, waiting for him to answer. It feels so good to be in his proximity again. It feels right.
He takes a deep breath, his warm brown eyes finding yours, their color deepening as his gaze shifts to your mouth and back.
“I’ve been avoiding you because I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you that holding you in my arms that night felt like the most natural thing in the world.” Another deep breath, from both of you this time. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you that that night stoked the fire I have been trying to put out for years, because I never thought in a million years that you could feel the same way about me as I do about you.” He brushes a stray strand of hair from your forehead, and the motion feels so natural from him. “I never thought I’d get to touch you like that, or that you’d ever look at me the way you did… or the way you’re looking at me right now.”
He swipes a thumb across your cheek, wiping away another stray tear. You stare up at him, at a loss for words.
He continues, “I’ve been avoiding you because I’m fucking terrified,” his voice lowers to a whisper on his last word. “I’ve loved you as long as I’ve known you, and the thought of losing you because you don’t feel the same scares me to the point that I thought I could just keep it to myself, but– I don’t think I can anymore,”
”Cheol, I—“
“I’m not done yet.”
You nod, letting him continue. Your mind is racing a mile a minute.
“I thought I overstepped, that I got carried away, and that I was gonna scare you off. But when I saw the way you looked at me, I thought, maybe…” he trails off.
“That I could love you too?” You whisper, finishing for him.
”Yeah,” his tone matches yours. “That you could love me, too.”
A heated silence follows, both of you searching each other’s faces for what this means for you. He pulls you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, and you bury your face in his chest. He rests his chin on top of your head, holding you gently. It feels so right to be in his arms again.
“I’m so fucking sorry, sweetheart,” the pet name warms your cheeks. “I shouldn’t have waited so long to talk to you about it, I just–”
“I do,” you interrupt, murmuring against his chest, your tears soaking into his shirt.
“Hm?” His arms go a bit stiff around you, and you feel his heart thudding faster, harder. Your heartbeat almost exactly mirrors his.
You look up at him, eyes shining with a new round of tears, but these ones are from a place of joy. Relief.
“I do love you, Cheol.” His eyes soften at your admission. “I love you, too,” your voice breaks, the fresh tears falling down your cheeks. They slip into the corners of your mouth as they tug up into a smile. It feels so good to say it out loud.
A devastating smile takes over his face, and your heart skips a beat. You stare at each other for long moments, holding each other tightly.
“Those are the most beautiful words I’ve ever heard out of that pretty mouth,” he slides a hand into your hair, guiding your face closer to his. Your arms tighten around his waist at his comment.
“I love you,” you whisper, the tip of your nose nudging his.
He sighs, and you share in the relief you’re sure he’s feeling.
“I love you,” he whispers back.
You sit in silence, wrapped in each other’s arms, noses nuzzling and breaths mingling. His breath smells like his favorite beer and peppermint, and it makes you dizzy.
You never in a million years thought this was how your night would end. Confessing your love for your best friend, and having it be felt in return. Every little moment you felt with him over the years, that you cast to the back of your mind, told yourself was all in your head… they were real. What you felt was real, what you feel is real.
“Can I kiss you?” He sounds hesitant, and the idea that you could possibly be the one making him nervous makes you giddy.
“Please,” you push closer to his mouth, his soft lips brushing against yours. The contact sends a shiver through your body.
A low groan escapes his throat before he finally connects his lips to yours. He’s slow at first, allowing you both to relish in the feeling of your lips finally touching. God knows how many times either of you has pictured this exact moment.
The savoring is short-lived, and his tongue slips between your lips. You welcome him in with needy fervor, and his hand tightens in your hair as his tongue begins to dance with yours. He kisses you thoroughly and sweetly, drawing the desire from deep within your core with each stroke of his tongue.
He pulls away to comment, “you taste like cherries.” His breath heaves in the space between you. “I always knew you’d taste sweet,”
His words darken the energy between you, and your lips reconnect. You’ll ask him how often he’s thought about the way you taste later– right now you need to be closer to him.
“Cheol,” you whine,
“Yes, sweetheart?” That word again. Your cunt squeezes around nothing at how much dirtier it sounds in that tone.
“I need you,” you kiss the corner of his mouth as his head lolls back, knocking against the wall. You trail kisses up his jaw, behind his ear.
“I lied,” he pants, “I think those are the most beautiful words I’ve ever heard out of that pretty little mouth.”
Just like he did almost a week ago, he dips down to wrap his strong arms around your hips and lifts you in the air. You, again, instinctively spread your legs to wrap around his waist, locking your ankles at the small of his back. His grip on your ass is stronger and more familiar than last time. Your forearms rest on his shoulders, your fingers tangling in his dark strands.
He spins you around so your upper body is pinned against the hallway wall, pressing a bruising kiss to your mouth. You can’t help but moan against his lips, becoming hyper aware of how close your throbbing core is to where you need it most. You absentmindedly roll your hips against him, eliciting another delicious groan.
“Your room or mine?” He grins, tilting his head back to get a good look at you. His lips are glossed over with your shared saliva, reddened from how thoroughly he’s already kissed you. He looks beautiful.
“Mine,” you kiss the tip of his nose. “You know my bed is more comfortable than yours,” you tease, and he squeezes your ass even harder in response. You squeal.
“Fine, my room next time then,” he compromises. Your head spins at the thought of a next time.
“Deal,” you reconnect your lips with his and he turns you both to walk toward your bedroom. The way that he carries you so easily has your stomach doing backflips.
He kicks the door open without separating from your mouth, and walks straight to your bed. He gently lays you down on the mattress, hovering over you, his lips traveling down your neck, his tongue exploring every inch of your exposed skin.
Your sundress pools around your hips, nearly exposing the most intimate part of you to your best friend. He doesn’t seem to mind.
He stands up straight, peeling his shirt off over his head before tossing it onto your floor. You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him, his broad chest glistening with a light sheen of sweat, his hair mussed from your grip, his gold chain dangling over his collarbones. His eyes darken as he drinks you in, lingering over your hiked up dress.
“You have no idea what this dress does to me,” he plants both hands on your knees, gliding up your thighs to slide under your dress, landing on your hips, strong fingers digging into your flesh. As he moves forward, he settles with his hips slotted perfectly between your legs, your cunt resting dangerously close to his clothed cock. “I can’t believe this is finally happening,” he thinks out loud.
“Neither can I,” you confess. You gasp at his firm grip, reminded of just how strong he is, and what he’s capable of doing to your body.
“You can tell me to stop at any time, baby, understand?” His grip falters as he waits for a reply, and you already miss the way his fingers feel dug into your skin.
“I understand…” you start, “but I don’t want you to stop,” your voice doesn't sound like your own, coming out breathy and needy. This is what he does to you, and you already know he loves it. His brows raise at the sound, and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. “I want you to touch me, Cheol, please.” He already has you begging and all he’s done is kiss you.
He nods and heaves a shuddering sigh, leaning over your body to press a kiss to your swollen lips.
“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmurs against your mouth, his grip tightening on your hips briefly before hooking his fingers under the waistband of your panties. He kisses you deeply and unhurried as he slides your panties down your legs, only separating to get a look at the black cotton fabric littered with little white cats. “Cute,” he teases, tossing them to join his shirt on the floor. “Lay down,” he orders you.
Your cheeks heat, and a giggle escapes, but he doesn’t give you time to be embarrassed. You lay back onto your soft bedding, sighing when his hands find your skin again, and he lifts your dress up to rest on your stomach, fully exposing your sensitive core. He groans at the sight of you spread out for him.
“So beautiful,” he coos, dropping to his knees and settling between your legs. He threads his strong arms under your thighs, and he easily lifts you, dragging you down until your hips are perfectly lined up on the edge of the bed. You already know you will never get used to the control he can have over your body.
He wastes no time bringing his mouth to your core, pushing your thighs wide open as his tongue glides through your heat, licking you from your leaking entrance to your swollen clit. You throw your head back, your back arching at the sensation.
“Oh, fuck,” you whine, instinctively rolling your hips against his mouth.
“Mm,” he moans against you, his skillful mouth finding a steady rhythm against you, lips sucking and tongue swirling around your clit. He grips your hip with one hand, the other wrapping around your leg to settle on your soft belly. His fingers grip your tender flesh, and he groans again.
A searing heat begins to pool deep inside of you, becoming more and more intense with every stroke of his tongue. The hand on your hip drifts, his fingers ghosting up the inside of your thigh. He pulls away, and you prop yourself up on your elbows again to see what he’s doing.
Your eyes meet his and your cunt throbs. Your arousal glistens on his chin, his plump lips shining under the low lighting of your bedroom. His fingers meet your core, sliding through your wetness, and your jaw hangs open, panting breaths escaping you.
“I told you, I always knew you’d taste sweet,” he teases you, before plunging two fingers deep inside of you.
You throw your head back as the pads of his fingers easily find your G-spot, and a dark chuckle flits through the air, tickling your ears.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” he coos, “I want to look in your eyes while you come on my fingers.”
Holy fuck.
“O-okay,” you choke the word out between mewls, his pace slow, deep, and steady.
He smirks up at you through his dark lashes before bringing his mouth to your clit again, easily matching the pace of his tongue to the pumps of his fingers.
“Oh my god, Cheol,” you roll your hips in time with the thrusts of his fingers, and they hit impossibly deep inside you as his tongue laps at your sensitive clit.
“Mhm,” he mumbles against you, the vibrations of his deep voice only adding to the heat rapidly building low in your belly. You can’t help but roll your hips even harder.
“That’s it,” he praises you, replacing his tongue with the rough pad of his thumb. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, baby, take what you need,”
God, this man and his mouth.
You do as you’re told, planting your hands on the mattress under you to give you more leverage. With you sitting up a bit more, Seungcheol takes the opportunity to catch your mouth with his. He wraps his hand around the back of your neck while the other continues its skillful ministrations between your legs.
The taste of yourself on his tongue is almost enough to send you over the edge as you welcome his tongue into your mouth again. You’re so close, you can feel your orgasm building and building, you know it’ll take over any moment.
He presses his forehead to yours when he says, “let me feel you come around my fingers, sweetheart.” He quickens his pace slightly on his last word.
“Ah, oh my–” your legs stiffen, your climax beginning to wash over you. “God, I’m gonna come, Cheol, fuck,”
“Let go, baby, let me hear you,” he encourages you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Such a soft, intimate gesture in contrast to what he’s doing between your legs. He kisses your cheek softly, peppering your skin with them.
The intimacy of the moment is what pushes you over the edge, your body trembling from the intensity as your orgasm rips through your body.
“Fuck, I love you so much,” Seungcheol whispers as he buries his face in your neck, his gentle fingers coaxing you through the aftershocks of your release.
You use all your strength to wrap a hand around the back of his head, fingers lacing through his hair, holding his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck, his breath on your skill giving you goosebumps.
“I love you,” you breathe, turning to press a kiss to his temple. His hand leaves your center, guiding you to lay down, hovering over you to litter your chest with featherlight kisses.
“I want you to do something for me, sweetheart,” he mumbles into your ear.
You’re floating, your head feeling lighter, and your body sated.
“What is it?” You play with the hair dangling over his forehead as he lifts himself up to look into your eyes.
“I want you to sit on my face,” his voice drops into a low timbre that has your cunt throbbing again.
“Really?” You tilt your head at him, already feeling a bit nervous. “I-I don’t want to suffocate you,” you offer.
“First of all,” he laughs, “you won’t,” Seungcheol reassures you. “Second of all, if you did,” he dips down to capture your lips in a hot kiss, “I’d die a happy man, baby.”
“Okay,” you laugh, trying to muster up a little more confidence.
Seungcheol stands, rounding your bed to move up by the headboard. On his way, he shucks off his jeans, leaving him in a snug pair of black boxer briefs. You roll over to look at him, pushing up onto your knees and inching closer to him as he lays down. His hungry eyes take their time raking over every inch of your body. The way he’s drinking you in gives you that last push of confidence to take your sundress off.
You pull the fabric up slowly, making a dramatic show of your breasts dropping from the confines of the dress. He grins at that. You finally pull it up over your head, dropping it to the floor, fully bare for your roommate.
“God,” he lets out a restrained groan, eyes dancing across every inch of your delectable body. “I want to trace every single curve on that body with my fingers and my tongue,” he nearly growls, beckoning you toward him, “and I plan to.” Before you get settled, you take a moment to commit to memory the sight of Sengcheol laying in his underwear, looking beautifully fucked out, cock straining against the fabric, in your bed.
You sidle up next to his face, hesitating slightly before throwing a leg over his body, knees settling on either side of his head and shoulders. You brace a hand on the headboard at the feeling of his hot breath blowing against your cunt.
“Tap my shoulder to tap out, okay baby?” He grins before wrapping his hands around your hips and pulling you straight down onto his mouth.
“Ah!” You cry out as he spears you on his tongue, the hot, wet muscle sliding into your greedy cunt. He laps at you before pulling his tongue out, gliding it through your wet heat, once again finding your swollen clit.
“Fuck,” you whine, rolling your hips over his tongue.
He nods underneath you, a deep moan rumbling through you. As if to say, just like that.
You take his subtle encouragement, taking what you need, writhing against his mouth over and over. You lean back, planting a hand on his strong stomach, so you can look down at him. His eyes are glazed over with deep desire, his brow furrowed as he works you.
You slide your hand down his hot, taut skin, until your fingers reach the band of his underwear. His eyes go wide for a moment before giving you an encouraging nod. You slowly side your fingers under the waistband until they reach the rock solid, hot-to-the-touch base of his cock. He feels much thicker than you could’ve ever imagined him being, and the thrill of the thought of him inside you makes you grind your hips harder against his willing mouth.
He groans as you wrap your fingers around the length of him, giving him a firm stroke, working him the best you can in your position. His tongue flattens against you and you writhe, that familiar heat creeping up your tail bone.
His cock feels so deliciously heavy in your hand, you feel overwhelmed with the need to have it inside of you.
“Wanna ride you, Cheolie,” you whine, slowing your hips slightly to gauge his reaction. His eyes shoot wide open, rolling back slightly when you stroke him again. You lift off of his mouth, both of you whining softly at the loss of contact.
“Every time I think I can’t hear more beautiful words come out of your mouth, you prove me wrong,” he beams up at you, playfully nibbling at the inside of your thigh.
You scoot down his body, and he shimmies himself out of his boxer briefs by the time your hips are hovering over his.
When you lean down to capture his lips in a kiss, you can’t stop yourself from rolling your hips over his solid length, his cock sliding between your lips.
The sound he makes only encourages your teasing more. You give him one more lasting kiss before sitting up, gripping Seungcheol’s cock in your hand as you center yourself above him.
“Should we… use a condom?” His chest heaves, waiting for your reply.
“I’m on the pill, I’m clean, you?” He nods at your rush of words, smiling at your excitement. “I want to feel you, please,” you beg.
“Anything you want, baby,” he breathes, and that’s all you need. He watches you in awe as you guide the leaking tip of his cock to your swollen entrance. You lower yourself onto his length, just an inch or two.
All of the years of loving each other in secret have led to this moment. You pull back slightly, hovering, barely holding him inside of you.
“Tell me you love me, Seungcheol,” you gaze down at him through hooded lids.
The stars twinkle in his dark eyes as he chuckles, and replies, “I love you, always,” his voice full of love and desire.
You both cry out as you slam your hips down, taking him all the way home. He shudders under you at the sudden sensation, and you feel your abdominal muscles quiver, your need to come sweeping back in with a vengeance. You roll your hips slowly and steadily, drawing him in and out of you each time. He throws his head back in the pillows, letting you have your way with him.
You gasp as you grind against his pubic bone, the friction licking a flame up your center. His eyes find yours, the sounds you’re making only intensifying his gaze.
“You look so fucking beautiful riding me like this,” he runs his hands over every inch of skin he can reach, palming your breasts, fingers running over your curves, hands gripping your full hips.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about how perfectly your hips would fill my hands?” He squeezes them in his fingers to emphasize his pleasure. “You were made for me, y/n, I’ve wanted this for so fucking long, fuck,”
“Me too, ah– m-made for you,” you agree, full sentences suddenly becoming difficult to formulate. “Feels s-so good, Cheol, f-fuck,” your start to bounce on him, desperate to get him as deep inside you as possible. “Need more,”
He wraps a hand around the back of your neck and pulls you down to kiss him, growling into your mouth.
“I’ll give you more, baby,” he promises. He wraps an arm around your waist, and in one swift motion, overpowers your body, rolling you onto your back and slotting his hips between your legs, never pulling out of you in the slightest, spreading your knees wide with his own.
You hardly have time to process the way he handled you, his cock immediately buried impossibly fucking deep inside your cunt.
“Mhm,” you mumble, “fuck, right there,” you dig your nails into his ass, and he hisses with pleasure, fucking into you with strength and fervor, arms braced on either side of your head. He brushes the sweat slicked hairs from your forehead, kissing you softly as he fucks you.
“Fuck, you fuck me so good, g-gonna feel you for days,” you let string after string of needy words fly from your lips, each one encouraging your lover to fuck you deeper, harder, sweeter, the tension building rapidly inside of you.
“I want you to come with me, baby, can you do that for me?” Sengcheol asks, and just his words have you realizing how close you are to your second orgasm of the night. It’s been dancing in the edges of your vision, finally coming into focus in your lust-hazed brain.
“Mm, yes, touch me, please,” you whine, trying to meet his thrusts the best you can. He slides his hand between your slick bodies, fingers easily finding your clit.
You writhe underneath him as he swirls his fingers around the swollen bud, burying his face in your neck as he fucks into you in earnest. “G-getting close,” he warns you, his hips beginning to stutter, but his thrusts remain deep and strong. He hits your G-spot and you cry out, a flame licking up your belly.
“Me too, ah,” you feel all of him, every part of him, everywhere, and it feels so right.
“Come with me, sweetheart, come on,” he coaxes you, his ministrations the perfect rhythm to knock the wind out of you as your orgasm washes over you.
“Ah!” A moan rips out of your throat as you come, your body shuddering under the weight of your lover, wave after wave rocking through you.
Seungcheol rolls his hips twice more before stilling, burying himself deep as he spills into you, pulsing with each release.
“My god,” he presses his lips to your neck, his body relaxing over yours. You feel like a puddle on your mattress, waiting to soak into the blankets beneath you and disappear.
There’s no way that really just happened.
“Are your hips okay?” Seungcheol’s soft voice brings you back, slightly muffled by the pounding in your ears.
“I think so,” you sigh as he kisses your forehead, brushing more hair out of your face.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers.
“You think so?” Your words bring his eyes to yours, and your heart swells. You’ve seen him look at you like this a million times, but this particular look, this moment, will hold a special place in your heart.
“Of course, baby,” he presses a gentle kiss to your lips.
“Hmm,” you hum beneath him as he softens inside of you, slowly pulling out and easing your legs into a more comfortable resting position before laying next to you. He kneads your closest hip to him with a firm hand.
“Wanna go get cleaned up in the shower?” He peppers your skin with soft kisses as he massages each sore part of your body. How he knows what is feeling sore, you’re not sure.
“In a little, let me bask,” you tease.
“Oh, we’re basking, are we?” He teases right back.
“I’ve been in love with my best friend for years and he just gave me the hottest sex of my life, forgive me if I want to bask in it a little longer,” you poke at his side, earning you a firm squeeze on your thigh.
“Let’s go bask in the shower, I want to help you wash up so I have an excuse to cover your delectable body in my soap,”
“Ah, the true motive is revealed!” You laugh as Seungcheol rolls on top of you, nestling between your legs again, having had enough of your teasing. His half hard cock brushes against your still sensitive core, and you shudder.
“If you let me help you shower, I will make you come so hard that you’ll see stars,” his voice deepens on his last few words. “I promise.” He winks.
“You drive a hard bargain, Choi Seungcheol.” It feels so good to settle into your usual banter, no matter how different things are now.
“I will do anything my beautiful girlfriend asks of me,” he whispers, and you smile back at him.
“Girlfriend, huh? I think I like the sound of that.” You beam.
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A hot shower and multiple orgasms and fulfilled promises later, your roommate is helping you into your pajamas and getting you into bed before joining you.
“How many days off do you have left for the quarter?” Cheol asks once you’re snuggled up in your bed, legs and arms tangled with one another.
“Why are you asking me about something work related after giving me the best orgasm of my life?” You question him, giggling at the inquiry.
“I’m just trying to figure out if we can take the day off together tomorrow so I can make that the second best orgasm of your life,” he winks, drawing another laugh from you. “And so I can take my beautiful new girlfriend on a proper first date.” He threads his fingers between yours. “If she’ll let me, of course.”
“Of course I’ll let you, my new boyfriend,” your heart swells at the word, and his smile grows.
You spend the rest of the night indulging to each other all of the moments throughout your friendship that made your love for one another grow.
Hours later, Seungcheol snores softly behind you, an arm thrown over your waist. You thank your lucky stars that this gets to be your new normal, and you drift off to sleep in your lover’s arms.
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i hope you enjoyed !! let me know if you'd be interested in more writing about seventeen members ˙ᵕ˙
READ CHEOL'S POV HERE !!! his pov is just from the scene where he picks reader up for the first time, please let me know if anyone is interested in a full version of his pov !
✿ summary: after your husband forgot your wedding anniversary, he swore he would make up for his recent absence and forgetfulness to you, starting with a beautiful vacation to the maldives… and ending with some exciting news.
✿ warnings/tags: MDNI!, 18+, explicit, smut, fluff, just husband sannie being precious (and hot) on vacation, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, a whisper of a breeding kink, creampie, san still has a dirty mouth (shocker)… let me know if i missed anything!
✿ pairing: husband!san x fem!reader
✿ author’s note: first off i just want to say THANK YOU for being so patient with me as i get back into writing after my wedding! Ive been married for just over a month and have never been happier♡ ANYWAYS this is a sequel to wandering for you! i absolutely recommend reading that first for context/backstory (: thank you to @nyang3racha for this suggestion and choi mf san for posting these photos the second i needed them for a moodboard !!!
✿ read part one here
✿ word count: 4.7k
✿ read it on ao3: here
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Your anniversary vacation has flown by, and it’s been months since you’ve felt so loved and cared for. Your husband’s promotion started out exciting, both of you overjoyed that San was bringing in more money. He was so attentive at first, showering you with gifts and letting you remodel your new penthouse to your heart’s desire. However, soon after he became more distant, working from sunrise to sunset, not letting you know when he’d be home late, and hardly giving you attention when he was present at home.
It’s been almost two weeks since he forgot your wedding anniversary, when he came home after midnight to your candlelit dinner you had spent all day preparing for him. It’s been two weeks since you gave him an ultimatum, telling him if he doesn’t start putting more effort into your marriage, that you would have to leave him. He called his boss that night, and told him he’d need the next two weeks off to take you on an anniversary trip.
The Maldives have been unreal. Lavish dinners, sunny days by the water, snorkeling and sightseeing, and lots of delicious makeup sex. San’s spark has returned, his previously tired eyes now glowing with love and determination. You’ve lost track of how many sorry’s have been shared with you, each one heartfelt and filled with the promise that he will do better even when you return home.
San sits across from you at what has come to be your favorite restaurant at the resort, candles illuminating his tanned skin. His short sleeved white button down sits comfortably on his broad shoulders, his bronzed chest peeking out from where you convinced him to undo a button or two. His hair is still damp from your time in the water earlier, black strands falling across his forehead. His dimpled cheeks are pulled up in a smile, his favorite silver framed glasses perched on his nose. He hasn’t looked this carefree in… you don’t even know how long. Soft jazz music fills the air, and your server passes by to top off your glasses of champagne.
“To us, gongjunim,” he beams, reaching for his glass and lifting it in the air for a toast. “Thank you, for reminding me what and who I truly live for, and for giving me a chance to keep your heart.”
“To us, Sannie,” you repeat, bringing your glass to meet his, clinking them over the decadent dessert sitting between you that your husband convinced you that you have to have room for. “I have no words for how grateful I am for this trip.”
”I will take you on as many trips as your beautiful heart desires,” he whispers. “I don’t deserve a second chance from you whatsoever, but I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that it was the right decision.”
“I already know it was,” you wink.
You finish your dessert through praises and words of affirmation shared between the two of you. Your husband shares how much he realized he needed this trip, and that your marriage needed it too. You can’t help but agree. San tips the serving staff 100% and thanks them for your beautiful stay, taking your hand and guiding you to the beach. You kick off your sandals, and he hooks the straps around one of his fingers, carrying them at his side as you step into the soft white sand.
He swaps his glasses for sunglasses as you walk toward the sunset, then stops to drink you in. He looks you up and down, keeping your hand held tightly in his.
“What?” You laugh after beat after beat of silence.
“I just can’t believe I almost lost you,” he whispers. He releases your hand to run his own down your hip, over the soft white fabric of the dress he bought you at the resort’s boutique earlier in the day. “I would have never forgiven myself.”
”Sannie,” you whisper, taking a step closer to him. He wraps his hand around you, resting it on your lower back. You bring your hand to cup his cheek, and he leans into it, just like he always does. “You have already made up for lost time, and I know my heart never would have healed if I left you. You have to stop beating yourself up over it all, I am here and I always will be.”
“Always?”
“Always.”
A mischievous grin spreads across his mouth, and before you can stop him he drops your sandals, wrapping an arm around your waist and heaving you up over his shoulder, giggling all the while.
“Choi San, you put me down right now!” You cry out through your own laughter.
“Oh, I will, baby,” he declares.
He turns, and you immediately realize what is about to happen. You watch as San’s feet move you both closer to the waves lapping onto the sand.
”Oh my god, San!” You shout, still laughing, kicking your feet to no avail.
“What do you say? One last swim, jagi?”
He wades into the water, gripping you tightly as you squirm in his hold, both of you laughing uncontrollably. You watch his sunglasses hit the sand behind him. Your toes dip into the cool water as he continues deeper, and after a few steps, San jumps forward, bringing you both down.
The water consumes you both, cooling your sun-warmed skin. You pop up, securing your footing in the cool sand beneath you, meeting the devious gaze of your husband. The look in his eyes makes your heart swell, bringing you back to the vibrant and determined boy you met in college, and all the trouble you two had gotten into together.
He unbuttons his shirt slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.
“How’s the water?” He asks, opening his shirt, and shrugging out of it. He tosses it onto the beach behind you without looking. His white linen pants cling to his toned thighs, the waistband creeping lower with the weight of the damp fabric. Your throat tightens when you realize… he isn’t wearing underwear. Looks like you weren’t the only one to make that style choice tonight.
“Quite refreshing, if I’m being honest.” You wade through the waist-deep waves toward your husband, your dress swirling in the water around you, resting your hands on his warm chest. “But I fear you’ve just ruined my brand new dress.”
He wraps his arms around your waist. “I’ll buy you another, and another in every color they have,” he holds you close, nudging your nose with his. “I thought you looked incredible in this dress when it was dry, but oh my god,” he whispers, brushing his lips against yours. The fabric clings to your breasts, your hardening nipples peaking underneath.
“Do I look like a mermaid?” You murmur against his mouth.
“The sexiest one I’ve ever seen,” he confirms, grinning as he captures your lips with his, cupping your face in his hands.
Your mouths mold together, in what must be your millionth kiss of this vacation. He slips his tongue between your lips, gliding it over yours, a low groan rumbling in his throat.
“Sannie,” you pull back to look at him, suddenly aware that you’re on the resort’s busiest beach. “Why don’t we go and make good use of our room? Since it’s our last night, and all.”
“Music to my ears, jagi,” he presses a soft, lasting kiss to your forehead. “Allow me.”
You yelp as he maneuvers your body, scooping you up into his arms bridal style and turning back to the beach.
“San, our stuff!” You remind him, making no move to wiggle out of his hold.
“We’ll get it later,” he counters, that devious grin playing across his lips once again.
He carries you all the way through the resort, despite your many declarations that you don’t mind walking barefoot. “I would never let my wife do such a thing,” he reminds you repeatedly. You fish your room key out of his pocket as you approach your waterside villa. You tap it on the card reader on the door, and San’s lips come down on your neck as he pushes it open. Anticipation pools warmly in your belly.
He kicks the door shut behind you, slowly letting you down to the floor as he licks across your damp skin. He nibbles at your collarbone, slipping his fingers under the straps of your dress, sliding them down your arms. Your eyes close at the sensation of his tongue on you, and you roll your shoulders to help him slide your dress down. The wet fabric pools around your feet, and you step out of it, kicking it to the side, your nipples immediately tightening at the exposure. Your husband groans when he takes a step back to drink you in, and suddenly he cages you between his arms against the door. The hunger in his eyes makes your stomach drop.
“My beautiful wife,” he breathes against the shell of your ear. He covers your neck in hot, open-mouthed kisses, hands gliding over every exposed inch of your skin.
“Sannie,” you thread your fingers through his hair, holding him against you as he maps your collarbones with his tongue.
“I need to taste you, jagi,” he kisses lower, leaving a trail down the valley between your breasts, over your stomach, gripping your hips firmly in his hands as he lowers to his knees in front of you.
“H-Here?” You choke out, suddenly struggling to get a deep breath into your lungs.
“Here. Now.” His words are firm, his brown eyes heavy with want. He’s been this way every time you’ve been intimate the past two weeks. Desperate for you the moment you’re alone, holding onto you so tightly, as if he’s still afraid you’ll disappear.
You feel his fingers tap the back of your leg, signalling for you to lift it. You do, and San guides it up over his shoulder. You bend your knee, resting your lower leg across his back.
His eyes darken at the sight of you spread open before him, your skin and hair still dripping with ocean water. Sweat beads on his forehead, and his throat bobs before he dives in.
Hot pleasure licks up your spine as he slides his tongue through your heat. You watch him in awe, and the raw hunger in the way he looks up at you makes your core throb. His eyes roll back at the taste of you, swirling his tongue around your clit before teasing the tip of it at your entrance.
“God, Sannie,” you whine, rolling your hips against his mouth, threading your fingers through his dark damp strands to keep his head in place. He moans against your center, the vibrations making you shudder, and he nods as you grip his hair even tighter.
“You taste so good, jagi,” he pulls away from you quickly to teasingly nibble on the inside of your thigh. “I can never get enough of you.” He pushes your thigh further open, tracing his fingers up and up, until he reaches your cunt, sinking two fingers fully inside of you.
“Fuck,” you cry out, throwing your head back, struggling to keep your one leg steady on the floor, your knee wobbling beneath you. He brings his free hand up to cup your ass and support your body, the other moving steadily between your legs, his fingers pumping rhythmically, each thrust hitting deeper.
He laps at your swollen clit in time with his fingers, quickly drawing you to the edge, your chest heaving. His intimate knowledge of your body never fails him, always able to work you up in just a few breaths. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, every spot that his skin touches yours channeling deep, primal desire down to your core.
You tense around his fingers and he smirks against you, and you know that he knows you’re getting close. He sucks your clit into his mouth, changing the angle of his fingers, intentionally waiting until you’re already on the edge to start hitting that tender spot deep inside of you. You tug on his hair again, needing him even closer, more contact, more everything.
“Oh, Sannie I’m—“ your breath catches in your throat as his teeth graze over your clit, a shuddered moan escaping your lips.
“Mmhm,” his voice rumbles through you, confirming to you what he already knows. He nods, encouraging you to let go, licking and pumping at a rhythm that makes your hearing start to go fuzzy.
Your knee shakes beneath you as you get closer and closer to tumbling over the edge, and San tightens his grip on your ass to hold you in place, pushing your leg further over his shoulder to hold more of your weight on him. He moans around your clit, sending shockwaves through your body, turning you molten.
“Fuck!” You cry out, searing heat coursing through you as your climax washes over you, bracing your hands on your husbands shoulders as your leg starts to give out.
He carefully slides your leg off of his shoulder as he lazily licks at your cunt, kissing your over sensitive clit gently, aftershocks of your orgasm rippling through you. You feel like you’re floating, hardly noticing when he slides his fingers out of you to massage your hips, kissing your belly, letting you grip his shoulders as hard as you need to keep yourself standing.
He slowly rises, kissing every inch of your skin the whole way up, cradling your head gently in his hands and taking your mouth with his.
The taste of you on his lips makes your core pulse, and when he licks into your mouth you already feel ready for him, the raw need is almost too much to bear.
He wordlessly wraps an arm around you, easily lifting you, and you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, locking your ankles at the small of his back. His lips never leave yours, and he turns to lead you both to the bed.
He grips your ass in both hands, lowering you slightly to roll your core over where his solid cock rests beneath his pants. A whimper escapes your mouth into his, and he smiles against your lips.
“I need you, Sannie,” you mewl, drawing his bottom lip between your teeth.
He chuckles, nodding, looking up into your eyes, his pupils blown wide with desire. As you get closer to your massive bed, you suddenly realize you’re both still dripping, and you’re unsure if it’s water or sweat.
“The bedding is gonna get all wet, San!” You try to warn him, knowing you both aren’t gonna want to sleep on a wet bed after this, if he lets you sleep at all tonight.
“Then I’ll request our bedding be changed while I take my beautiful wife for a drink later,” he smirks, gently setting you down on the mattress. He stands to his full height between your parted thighs, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head back to look up at him.
He looks absolutely delectable, it’s hard to keep yourself from drooling. This man has been the object of all your desires for years upon years, and he still manages to steal the breath from your lungs each and every day. His sunkissed skin, the lingering droplets dripping down his toned stomach, the hard line of his cock pressing against his white linen pants…
“You’re staring, my love,” he muses, the corner of his mouth turning up slightly, his dimples making an appearance. Your cheeks warm and you try to look away, shyness creeping up, but he keeps his hold on your chin firm. His deep eyes bore into yours, the silent heated moment elevating your heart rate.
“Hands on the headboard, jagiya,” he demands, a low growl in his voice. He thumbs your bottom lip before releasing you, jerking his head in the direction of the headboard, waiting for you to move. His gaze darkens, pulling you from your frozen state.
You roll over, up onto your hands and knees, swaying your ass side to side as you crawl up the mattress. You hear your husband groan behind you, then the swoosh of him getting out of his pants as you wrap your fingers around the top of the headboard, arching your back and spreading your legs wide.
“Fucking hell, jagi,” he breathes, “look at you.” God, this man never fails to make you feel like the sexiest woman alive.
You feel the mattress dip as he climbs up right behind you, his warm hands settling on your hips, the tops of his thighs brushing against you. You feel his solid length nudge against your ass as he leans over to leave hot, wet kisses up your spine. He starts at your tailbone, moving up further and further, each kiss tightening your nipples and soaking your center.
His lips reach the back of your neck, and he licks from your nape to behind your ear, drawing your earlobe between his teeth, nipping lightly.
“I am going to fuck you so deep, you’ll feel me for days,” he growls into your ear.
All you can do is whine at his words, pressing your ass back into him, wiggling against his cock. This earns you a shuddering groan, the deep timber of his voice stoking the flame deep inside of you.
“N-now, please,” you beg, turning slightly to look at him.
“Anything for my wife,” he kisses you hard and fast before straightening behind you, kneading your ass with one hand and lining the head of his cock up at your entrance. He notches it inside you, just an inch, surely trying his best to take his time.
You need more, trying to push back, earning yourself another inch and another delicious groan from your husband.
“I didn’t want this to be over too quickly, but I fucking need you,” he warns before thrusting deeper, until he’s fully seated inside of you, a gasp falling from your lips at the feeling. He’s been inside you more times than you can count over the last two weeks, but fuck, it never gets old. “God, fuck,” he whispers, his words shaking.
“Please Sannie, fuck me.” You pull off of him halfway before throwing your ass back, bringing him even deeper than before.
“Mmm.” He starts to set a steady rhythm, gripping your hips so tightly, you hope you have finger shaped bruises on them in the morning. He fills you so perfectly, you have to tighten your grip on the headboard to keep from turning into a writhing mess.
You meet his thrusts in earnest, slamming back into him as much as your dwindling strength will allow. The sound of skin on skin in combination with both of your moans is absolutely pornographic, a beautiful harmony of primal desire and wanton need.
Your arms start to shake, your muscles burning at the force it’s taking to hold yourself up. San senses it immediately, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you up, supporting all of your weight as he pulls you flush against his chest.
The new angle has you borderline crying for him, the head of his cock hitting so impossibly deep inside of you, you can hardly stand it.
“I love you so fucking much, do you hear me?” His lips brush against your ear. “I will love you until the day I die, and my soul will find yours in every single lifetime.”
Tears rush down your cheeks, the sheer pleasure in combination with his beautiful words bringing you so close to another orgasm, you can almost reach it.
“I love you Sannie, forever,” you choke out, turning to look at him the best you can.
“Don’t cry, my love,” he whispers, licking the tears from your cheek, then pressing a bruising kiss to your lips. You wrap an arm around the back of his neck, holding him as tight as you can, your sweat-slicked bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
His fingers trail across your stomach before dipping between your legs, the pad of his middle finger easily finding your clit and pressing on it firmly. You jerk against him, and his chuckles against your mouth, swirling his finger around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“You feel so fucking good, I could die right now a happy man.”
You throw your head back on his shoulder, and his lips come down on your neck, biting and licking at your skin.
“Fill me up, Sannie,” you whine, turning to putty in his arms as your orgasm threatens to pull you under. You feel absolutely delirious with pleasure, every swirl of his fingers around your clit making you needier.
“I plan to, jagi,” his hips stutter slightly but his fingers keep their pace, and you squeeze around him. “Fuck, I’ll fuck you so full I’ll put a baby in you.” Those words send your mind reeling, lust clouding every rational thought you could have, other than that you really really want him to do just that.
His thrusts turn desperate, chasing his release as well as yours, pumping into you twice more before you both cry out in ecstasy, his arms tightening around your trembling form. His cock throbs inside of you, and you feel pulse after pulse of his hot release filling you to the brim.
“Wow,” you whisper, your body shaking from the sheer force with which your orgasm ripped through you. Your husband holds you close, breathing hard and deep against the nape of your neck, peppering you with kisses.
“Wow is right,” he laughs, gently guiding you down onto the lush bedding, which is only slightly damp. He gingerly pulls out of you, jumping out of bed to grab you a damp towel from the bathroom. You lay on your belly, leaving your legs parted for when your husband returns. You breathe deep, trying to relish in your last night in this beautiful villa.
San comes back after a brief moment, black pajama pants hanging low on his hips and a towel in his hand. He carefully cleans you up between your thighs, rubbing soft and tender circles on your back as he does. He kisses the blooming bruises on your hips, apologizing with a not-so-apologetic grin dancing across his lips. He brings you a beautiful black lace babydoll nightgown from a hidden gift bag in the closet, kneading a knot out of your shoulder as you slip it on, thanking him as you do. You give him a quick kiss before laying back on your stomach, and he lies down next to you, draping an arm over your back. You lay together in a comfortable silence.
“What are you thinking about?” He asks, a subtle hesitance lacing his tone.
“I’m not ready to go home,” you confess, looking out the window into the darkness, the sun having fully set.
“I know, jagiya,” he whispers, trailing his fingers up and down your spine. “I’m not either. This trip was much needed for both of us. But I promise, everything is going to be different once we’re home. I will be true to every word I’ve said.”
Part of you believes it’s true. That he’ll focus more on you and your home, have less late nights and early mornings. But there’s a creeping fear deep in your chest that this was short-lived bliss, and things will stay the same.
“What are you thinking about?” San rolls the heel of his hand over your lower back, right on the spot where he knows it sometimes gets sore. The tension instantly begins to melt away.
“Just nervous to go back to the real world, that’s all.” He’s been groveling and apologizing this entire vacation, so you decide to keep your lingering concerns to yourself.
Only time will tell.
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Three months later…
Pacing. Back and forth down the hallway, around the kitchen island, to your living room and back. All you have been doing for the last 2 hours is pacing. You’ve been nauseous all day, and you can’t tell if it’s from the anticipation of sharing the news with your husband, or from the news itself.
You set up your surprise on the dining room table a hundred different ways before finally settling on the placement of everything. San should be home any minute, yet the ticking of the clock on your wall is absolutely deafening.
After what must be at least your 50th lap around the penthouse, you finally hear the front door click open as San turns his key in the lock. You freeze, listening to him putting his things down. His voice snaps you out of it, remembering that what you’ve been planning for all afternoon is about to come to fruition. You speedwalk over to the dining table, standing just out of view from the hallway.
“Jagi, I’m home!” He cheerfully calls to you. He has been true to his word since you’ve returned from your anniversary vacation, working within the hours of 9 to 5 as often as he can, and coming home early some days to make up for later ones. He always lets you know when he’s running behind, and just as you suspected: his office loves him just the same. He’s even earned a bonus for all of his hard work.
“In here, Sannie!” You call, willing the shaking out of your voice. You glance back to your setup one last time, bracing yourself for when he rounds the corner to the dining room.
“How was your day?” He asks from halfway down the hallway, his voice getting closer. “I missed you this afternoon, Hongjoong told the funniest joke during our meeting, you would’ve loved it, I–”
He comes around the corner and stills the second he sees you, taking in the goofy grin you’re sporting. A smile creeps across his mouth. He doesn’t notice the onesie on the table behind you at first. Or the tiny little sneakers.
“What are you so smiley about, beautiful?” He takes a few short strides across the room to get to you, reaching a hand out to take yours in it. He strokes a thumb over your knuckles.
“Because I have something for you,” your throat tightens, and you feel that familiar heat creep up behind your eyes. That heat that you’ve been feeling ever since you took your first test, tears falling the moment you saw those two little lines. “For us,” you correct.
You take a small step to the side, giving him a better view of what’s behind you.
A small gasp is his first response, followed by his fingers tightening around your hand.
“Jagiya…” He whispers, taking in the sight before him. The little outfits, the rattle, the sonogram. The navy baseball hat with a big white “DAD” embroidered on the front… and the last pregnancy test you took just an hour ago, two thick lines staring back at him.
“Are you…?” His voice breaks, and you can see the tears welling in his eyes already. “Are we–”
“We’re gonna be parents, Sannie,” you whisper.
“Oh my god,” he chokes out, tears freely falling as he scoops you up into his arms, practically knocking the wind out of you. “We’re gonna be parents,” he repeats your words.
He drops to his knees in front of you, just like he did on that fateful night, when you swore to him that if he didn’t find a better balance between work and home, that you’d leave him.
But this time, instead of fear and longing in his deep brown eyes, all you see is elation and love. And instead of wrapping his arms around you and begging for another chance, he’s spreading his hands wide across your belly, pressing his forehead to the teeny tiny bump you’ve recently discovered you have.
“I love you, jagi,” he says, looking up at you with another round of tears brimming in his eyes.
“I love you, Sannie,” you remind him, cupping his cheek in your palm. He leans into it, like he always does.
“And I love you, baby,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your belly. “We can’t wait to meet you.”
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✦ summary: the one where you get dumped and your best friend is there to help you realize what you truly deserve… what’s been in front of you all along.
✦ warnings/tags: MDNI! 18+, explicit, smut, slight angst, some fluff, oral sex (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), fingering, throat fucking, big dick yh, unprotected sex (be safe!), yh is desperately in love, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, mentions of cheating (past relationships), yh and reader met as baristas, pet names, au where jeong yunho can actually cook, yunho is a lil possessive
✦ pairing: nonidol!yunho x reader
✦ author’s note: as a yunho ult, a yh best friends to lovers has been at the top of my list of things to write. i started this fic after yun posted these photos because i just could not get the vision of late night walks with him out of my head! i am new to writing so any feedback is appreciated. i hope you enjoy ♡ as always, thank you to my lovely best friends for enabling me and proofreading my depravity. love you guys forever. ♡
✦ word count: 12.9k
✦ read it on ao3: here
Two years. Two years down the drain because your ex decided he “wasn’t feeling it anymore.” You had a sneaking suspicion his change of heart had to do with his hot new coworker, but you couldn’t think too far into it or it would rip you apart more than he already had.
He had grown distant, and you chalked it up to the stress of his new job. But when he started staying late every other day and missing your sacred Thursday date nights, you knew it was the beginning of the end. You were happy together (most of the time), but you were never certain you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with him. There were certain things about him that you tolerated, but you wanted your forever to be spent with someone who felt perfect for you. And he… didn’t.
Even though you knew he wasn’t who you’d spend your life with, it stung just the same to receive his messages.
loser: hey y/n… i’ve been thinking about this for a while now but i think it’s time for us to part ways.
loser: we’ve had a good run, but i’m just not really feeling it anymore. i hope you understand.
loser: wish you the best. xx
You’d changed his contact and blocked his number immediately, saving yourself from the hurtful words he’d throw your way if you tried to ask for any reasoning or clarification. He always turned into a different person the moment you tried to express your emotions.
“She’s just a coworker, y/n, stop being crazy. You don’t have to worry about her.”
You push his words out of your brain again before they take over. So what if he left you for her? They probably deserve each other. You knew you were better off, that wasn’t the issue. It was that you settled for two years, letting this man who clearly didn’t respect you treat you like an afterthought the entire time. The more you think about it, the more you blame yourself for placing such little value on your own time and energy.
You sit on your couch, your coffee table littered with tear-soaked tissues and instant ramen cups. You haven’t left the house since you got The Texts last night, and you've watched a season of your favorite crime show and eaten your body weight in Buldak since then. You know you can’t sit here and wallow anymore or you’ll start to lose your mind, so you drag yourself to the bathroom to assess the damage. Eyes red and puffy from crying, hair tangled and tied loosely in a scrunchie, tear drops lingering on the same sweatshirt you’d been wearing for the last 24 hours. You look like hell.
“I need to get out of this apartment,” you say to yourself. You pull out your phone and send a quick text to your best friend before hopping in the shower. After washing your hair 3 times, shaving your legs, and exfoliating the sadness away, you’re finally starting to feel human again. You wrap yourself in your favorite towel before checking your phone again.
y/n: yunnie… are you free tonight?
yunho: for you? absolutely. you ok? haven’t heard from you all day.
Of course he’d notice you going MIA for a day. You and your best friend texted every single day, sending quick little updates or funny videos. He’d probably been worried sick, but he never wants to pry. He’s always respected your space like that.
y/n: long story. i’ll explain later.
y/n: meet me in front of blossom in 30?
Blossom was the cafe you and Yunho met working at. You were both burning the candle at both ends working nearly full time as baristas during your senior year of college. Your closing shifts together kept you sane during finals, blasting music and sharing your life stories while you cleaned up the shop. He’d even walk you home, after every closing shift, never wanting to let you walk alone so late. You both gave your two weeks notice right after graduation, but promised each other you’d make up for all the time you wouldn’t spend working together anymore.
That was four years ago, and he’d been such a stable presence in your life since then. You’d grown closer over the years, spending countless movie nights and BBQ dates together. He knew everything about you (after a movie night with too much wine and lots of oversharing) and hadn’t gone running for the hills, so you knew he really cared. You didn’t really have time to make friends in college because you were either working, in class, or studying, so he was really all you had. He was your safe space. You both stayed close by after graduation, staying in your apartments in the city 2 blocks from the cafe on either side. It was nice having your best friend so close by, and the cafe remained a staple in your friendship as a middle point between your two homes. In your reminiscing, you realize you missed your Saturday morning coffee date with him.
yunho: of course, bean. i missed you this morning.
Your heart fluttered in your chest at the nickname. It always does. That, and when he calls you sweetheart. Your heart almost came up your throat the first time he pulled that one. Yunho started calling you bean after you spilled an entire bag of light roast on the cafe floor trying to refill the hopper for the openers. He’ll never let you live that one down. You remembered giggling and scooping coffee beans off the floor on your hands and knees together, his hand brushing over yours when you both reached for the dustpan, your eyes meeting, breath quickening…
You shake the memory from your brain, coming back to reality just as you both had snapped out of it in the moment four years ago, scattering to finish cleaning up and avoiding eye contact the rest of the night. You always dismissed the electricity you felt when his skin touched yours, blaming the exhaustion from working a closing shift after being up all night studying. He had a girlfriend at the time, he wouldn’t have been interested in you that way anyway. He’s your friend, y/n, be realistic. You’re reaching. You send another quick text before getting dressed, and he of course responds right away.
y/n: i missed you too, i’m sorry i should’ve texted. it’s been a shitty 24 hours. i’ll see you soon
yunho: no need to apologize. i’ll be there, see you in a bit.
25 minutes pass and you somehow manage to make yourself look somewhat presentable. You dried your hair and pulled half of it up in a claw clip, leaving some pieces out to frame your face. You threw on some concealer and a bit of blush, trying to hide how puffy your eyes still were. It was a chilly fall night, so you opted for your favorite pair of light wash jeans and an oversized black sweater, accompanied by your beat up black chelsea boots and your gray wool coat.
After a quick 5 minute walk you round the corner to see Yunho standing in front of the cafe, his back facing you. Of course he’s right on time. His broad shoulders fill out the black jacket he’s wearing, his crossbody bag tucked under his arm. The neon sign in the cafe window leaves a purple hue reflecting off his freshly dyed dark gray hair. He turns his head at a car passing by, and you catch yourself smiling at the lost puppy look in his eyes. He must’ve seen you approaching in his peripheral, his head snapping in your direction. A subtle smile plays on his lips as he locks eyes with you. His warm brown eyes are full of an emotion you can’t quite name.
Your chest aches at the realization that your ex, in the two years you were together, never looked at you like that. Why did you ever think you were important to him? Your throat suddenly tightens and your vision starts to blur, tears welling in your eyes for the millionth time today. Yunho’s smile drops, his brow furrowing as he takes two long strides to meet you.
“Y/n, what is it, what happened?” He reaches for your shoulders to hold you steady, but you push forward to bury your face in his chest. He wraps his arms around you without hesitation, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other snakes around your shoulders. Your hands find his waist, gripping his shirt underneath his jacket. His familiar scent of jasmine envelops you, and you realize how badly you needed your best friend to help you through this.
”H-He dumped me,” you sniffle, letting out a shaky breath into Yunho’s chest, “he d-dumped me yesterday, through a fucking t-text message,” another unsteady exhale as you try to level your breathing.
“He did what?!” He pulls you in closer to him, the disbelief lacing his tone reassuring how rational your feelings are.
“It’s over,” you blink away your tears, tilting your head back to look up at your best friend. You’ve never seen the expression on his face before, like anger and worry are battling it out in his brain, and he can’t decide which one should take center stage first. “He texted me last night, saying he ‘wasn’t feeling it anymore’ and he ‘wished me the best,’” your mocking tone repeating his words reignited the angry flame in your chest.
“Wished you the best,” he scoffs, “is he kidding?” He rolls his eyes. “That’s how you end a two-year-long relationship?” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, taking a half step back to give you some more space to catch your breath.
“I can’t believe I wasted two years of my life with someone who just kicked me to the curb without a second thought,” you pinch the fabric of his shirt between your fingers, your eyes lingering on his collarbone peeking out from his slightly unbuttoned shirt. “I’m convinced he left me for a coworker, the one he told me not to worry about.” A humorless laugh leaves your lips, the burning feeling behind your eyes returning as more tears come. “I’m more upset with myself for letting him treat me like this for so long,”
“Hey, look at me,” Yunho cautiously brings his hands to your face, cradling your head gently. You lean into his touch, dragging your gaze up to meet his.
“He doesn’t know what he just threw away, sweetheart,” Yunho holds your teary cheeks in his hands. “You are the most beautiful creature this world has ever seen, and if he doesn’t see that, he doesn’t deserve you.”
“You think I’m beautiful?” You choke out between sniffles.
“Oh y/n… of course I do. I always have,” he wipes a tear from your cheek before it reaches your lips, “since the day I met you.”
Your breath catches in your throat at his admission, your chin wobbling as you try to hold it together.
His eyes search yours, that unspoken emotion taking over his features again. You almost catch the moment he shakes it away, reminding himself that he’s here to support you. His hands fall from your cheeks to grab your hands instead, that familiar electricity prickling your skin as he rubs his thumbs over your knuckles.
“Do you wanna go inside? I called ahead and ordered you a maple latte and a raspberry scone as soon as I got your text.” He tilts his head in the direction of the cafe next to you.
You look inside to see two to-go cups and a brown paper bag sitting on the counter. “And an iced caramel latte for you, I’m assuming,” you poke his stomach teasingly, “thank you, Yun, you didn’t have to do that.”
“Of course I did,” he gently squeezes your hands, a warm smile taking over his features. “Come on, it seems like we have a lot to catch up on. I have a feeling you have a lot to get off your chest.” He lets go of one hand, keeping hold of the other to walk you to the door. You lace your fingers through his, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world.
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You’d spent the last hour sitting in your favorite booth with Yunho, hashing through every single thing you hated about your ex. He was appalled by the things you’d told him, wishing he knew sooner so he could’ve tried to help you see you deserve someone better. Someone who valued your emotions, understood your needs, respected your boundaries… Someone like —
“Yunho, are you with me?” Your voice shakes him out of his daze, bringing him back to the conversation.
“Sorry bean, I just can’t believe he was such an asshole behind closed doors,” he recovers, “I wish you told me sooner. I feel like I wasn’t there for you when I should’ve been.”
”It’s not your fault, I could’ve told you and I didn’t. I think I was in denial,” you scoff. ”I was settling and I knew it, I was just trying to pretend things were better, but I think I’d been checked out for a while.” You swirl your coffee around in your cup, avoiding the concerned look in his eye. If you looked at him too long, you’d risk reading something deeper in the way he cares about you, something that made your heart flutter and ache all at once.
”Y/n, do you remember the girl I was dating when we met?” His tone shifts, a slight vulnerability creeping in. You stop moving your cup, watching the drink settle. You nod hesitantly, still avoiding his eyes.
Of course you remember her. You had developed a crush on Yunho in your first week working together, but you had to smother it at the first mention of her. Any hope you had left for a chance with him disintegrated the first time you saw her — she was the kind of beautiful you only saw on TV. Flawless skin, no split ends, a perfectly sculpted body. Even her voice was smooth. She seemed perfect for him.
“She cheated on me.”
Your head snaps up to him in disbelief. “Excuse me?”
You remember him telling you they broke up in passing — it had been a month after you started a relationship of your own. Part of you always wondered if you had just missed your window to pursue something with Yunho, but you pushed that thought out of your head so you could be present for your best friend. He didn’t want to go into detail about the breakup at the time, and he never did in the two years that followed.
“For the last six months of our relationship, she’d been sleeping with someone she reconnected with from high school. They realized they loved each other, and she ended things.” He offers a sad smile, but the bitterness lingers beneath the surface. You feel a tightness in your chest wondering why he didn’t want to share his pain with you while all of this was going on.
”Oh, Yunnie,” you reach for his hand across the table, holding his large palm in yours. “I’m so sorry. I don’t understand how anyone could ever do that to you. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Maybe we can call it even?” He lets out a breathy laugh, ignoring your question. “You didn’t tell me your relationship troubles, I didn’t tell you mine. Now it’s all on the table and we can leave it in the past.” He squeezes your hand, waiting for your response.
“Fine.” You flash a tight lipped smile, wanting to hash this open again with him at a later time. You didn’t keep secrets from each other, so why was he avoiding getting into this with you?
“Well, it’s almost closing time.” Of course he’s gonna change the subject. “Do you need a night alone or are you coming home with me tonight?” He forces a smile from across the table, and you could’ve sworn his ears turned the slightest bit red asking you to spend the night. Sleepovers weren’t out of the norm for the two of you, but this proposal felt different for some reason.
“I think if I’m alone at my place tonight I’ll revert to the sad couch potato I was before I texted you earlier.” You don’t really believe that, feeling like you’ve moved past the depression stage of grief and slowly inching toward acceptance. But you still wanted the company.
“I’d love to come home with you, Yunnie.”
“Then let’s go, sweetheart.”
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Your neighborhood was so beautiful at night. The soft streetlights cast a gentle glow on the sidewalk, illuminating little puddles of water from last night’s rain. The fall air feels cool and crisp, carrying the faint smell of the changing leaves. This late at night, the stillness is calming… usually.
You two had found this to be the perfect environment to have your deepest talks. Taking regular nighttime walks with Yunho had become one of your cherished rituals, especially when one of you needed to get something off your chest. You’d shared fragments of your lives, from your family drama to his frequent arguments with a stubborn coworker at his new job. But tonight, a suffocating silence swirls around you.
You’d taken a full lap around the neighborhood in silence since leaving Blossom, the familiar path devoid of your usual chatter. As you approach Yunho’s place, his brisk pace and hands shoved deep in his pockets told you he wasn’t going to be the one to acknowledge it. He was never one for confrontation. If he wouldn’t tell you what’s going on voluntarily, you’d have to coax it out of him.
You stop walking, the cool air feeling sharper on your skin. He takes three more strides before he stops too, spinning back around to face you, confusion etched on his devastatingly handsome features.
“You okay, bean?” he asks, tilting his head at you, genuine concern flickering in his eyes.
“I feel like I should be asking you the same thing,” you reply, barely above a whisper. Maybe you weren’t one for confrontation either.
He takes a step closer to you, “I’m fine,” he says with a quick shrug and a slight shake of his head.
“Then why haven’t you spoken to me since we left Blossom? Did I say something to upset you?” You try your hardest to grab your frustration before it bubbles up, but you can already tell it’s too late. His dismissive tone, both here and at the cafe, gnaws at you. It triggers something inside of you from your recently ended relationship, and you feel on the verge of either shutting down or letting your emotions spiral.
“I just thought you might want a quiet walk is all.” He can barely look you in the eye, and that’s when you know something is very wrong.
“Come on Yun, you know that’s not what’s going on. Something is bothering you.” The frustration claws higher and higher, an unwelcome tightness gripping at your chest. Don’t cry, y/n.
He opens his mouth, the words hanging on the tip of his tongue, but stops himself, his hands finally pulling from his pockets to rest on his hips. He stares at a fallen leaf swirling in a puddle between you.
“Is it because we talked about your ex?” He winces just a little at your words. “I didn’t mean to open old wounds, I just thought after everything we’ve shared with each other that you’d want to talk to me about it.” You don’t mean for your words to sound accusatory, but based on the way his body tenses, you realize they must have.
“It’s not that, y/n, it’s not about…” his voice trails off into a sigh. His eyes search yours, his mind racing trying to decide if he wants to get into what’s really going on, what he’s been keeping inside for so long.
“Then what is it?” You’re grasping at straws, desperately trying to get him to give you anything to go off of. When you’re met with more silence and an indiscernible look in his eyes, you push forward.
“I just don’t get why you wouldn’t tell me she cheated on you Yun, we help each other through everything.” Anger wells up in you, more at yourself for not asking him to open up to you about it at the time.
“Y/n, please, it’s more complicated than just her cheating, and I just don’t know if now is the best time to get into it, you’re still—”
“Still what, Yunho? Grieving my own relationship? Just because I just got dumped doesn’t mean I can’t be here for you!” Your voice rises, each word sharp, the tension in your throat threatening to break. “You don’t get to decide what I can and can’t handle, that’s not up to you—”
“Fine,” he interrupts, “do you wanna know the real reason I didn’t tell you, y/n? Is that what you want?” His ears redden, and you can’t tell if he’s angry, embarrassed, or a combination of the two. You nod hesitantly. “I didn’t tell you she cheated because I didn’t care, okay? I didn’t care. Her heart wasn’t in it anymore, but neither was mine.” His chest heaves, squeezing his eyes shut tight for a brief moment to brace himself.
“I didn’t care that she cheated, because I didn’t want her anyway.” He lets out a shaky breath. “I wanted you.”
Oh.
Oh.
His eyes burn into yours as his words hang in the air between the two of you.
“Yunho…” You take a step toward him only for him to take a step back. Your heart is pounding so hard in your chest, you wonder if he can hear it. What is happening right now?
“I’m sorry y/n, I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I’ve held it in for so long, and I just can’t do it anymore, I—” He stutters over his words, “I wasn’t grieving my relationship, I was grieving yours. You found someone just before she ended things with me, and I realized maybe you and I weren’t meant to be. That we’d never have the chance to try.” His eyes gloss over with pent up emotion, thinking about all the time he spent wondering what could’ve been. “I wanted you, but I had to act like I didn’t, and we were becoming such good friends, I didn’t want to ruin it, I just—”
”Did you think I didn’t feel the same?” You interrupt him. “That I don’t feel the same now?”
He tilts his head at you, the tension in his body visibly disintegrating. “What are you saying?” Brows furrowing, cheeks blushing, so many emotions flying through his features at a speed neither of you can process. He runs his hands down his face before resting them on his hips. “Sweetheart, what are you saying?”
“I wanted you, too, Yun…” The words tumble out of you, a rush of honesty that feels both exhilarating and terrifying. “I want you too.”
He takes another step toward you, his mind racing as he searches for answers to never ending questions. “You did?” Another step. “You do?”
“Yes, and yes,” you nod, feeling warmth flood your cheeks at your admission—both to Yunho and to you. You realize you’d never said it out loud before, not even to yourself.
“Say it again,” he urges, closing the gap between the two of you. One hand finds your waist while the other gently cradles the back of your neck. His touch lights a fire on your skin, his hands feeling heavier on your body than they ever have before. Your hands find their way to his waist, tugging him closer to you. Chests heaving, hearts racing.
“I want you, Yunho.”
The tension between you peaks, your grip tightening on one another, like if either one of you lets go, the moment will slip away. Yunho’s eyes search yours, looking for confirmation.
He gently cups your face, his thumb brushing your cheek, wiping away the remnants of your tears. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, igniting the familiar spark that had always lingered between the two of you. Your breath hitches in your throat, caught between the fear of moving too fast and the undeniable pull you have always felt towards him.
You bring a hand up to his cheek, your fingers gliding over his skin, feeling the warmth radiating from him. You linger for a moment before wrapping your fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you.
“Y/n,” he whispers, “sweetheart,” his gaze drops to your lips, and you swear you can hear your hearts beating in time with one another in the quiet.
You take a deep breath, searching his gaze for the same spark of desire you feel coursing through your body. He inches closer, breath mingling with yours, heating the space between you.
“Is this okay?” he asks softly, his voice trembling slightly.
You nod, breathless, as you lean in just enough to finally close the distance between the two of you.
The tip of his nose brushes against yours, the contact making your head spin. You’ve thought about this moment countless times, and being here feels so right.
“Yunho,” you breathe, “please kiss me alr—“
His mouth molds to yours before you can finish your sentence, pulling all the remaining air from your lungs. The world around you explodes in a flash of warmth and tenderness, all the hurt you had been feeling melting away into a puddle at your feet.
You feel a rush of emotions— relief, joy, and a deep, intoxicating desire— as he deepens the kiss. Your hands tighten around the back of his neck, pulling him closer as he sweeps his tongue across your bottom lip. You lose yourself in the sensation, the taste of him and the feeling of his lips on yours erasing everything else you’ve ever felt.
His fingers tangle in your hair, holding you as if you might disappear. This moment, this kiss, feels like a declaration— a culmination of all the unspoken words, the hidden glances, the years of longing between the two of you. It’s exhilarating.
He finally pulls away, resting his forehead against yours, your heavy breaths the only sounds on the quiet street. Your hands slide from his neck, traveling down his chest before settling on his waist.
“Sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to cut you off,” he chuckles, brushing a strand of hair from your face, “I’ve just been waiting a really long time to do that.” He drops a gentle kiss to your forehead before wrapping his arms around you to pull you close.
“You can cut me off anytime if it means I get to kiss you,” you nuzzle into his chest. The steady thud of his heartbeat slows yours to match.
“Oh yeah?” He looks down at you, a teasing glint in his eyes.
“Yes, abso—“
His lips connect to yours again, a fire igniting in your belly when his tongue tangles with yours. He tastes like caramel, the sweetness of his latte lingering on his tongue. Wide hands wrap around your hips, dragging you closer, rolling your body into him.
You snake your hands up his lower back, digging your nails into his skin through his shirt. A low groan rumbles deep in Yunho’s throat at the sensation, sending a bolt of heat straight to your core. A whimper crawls up your throat before you can stop it, and Yunho smiles against your mouth. He draws your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently.
“Your lips are even softer than I imagined they’d be,” he gives you one more lingering kiss before pulling back. His deep eyes find yours, his blushed cheeks glowing under the streetlights.
“You’ve imagined kissing me?” Shyness creeps in at the realization that Yunho thought about you in the same way you thought about him.
“Among other things, yes,” he brushes your hair out of your face, his palm settling to cup your cheek. “You’re cute when you blush.”
“I am not blushing!” You hide your face in your hands. “Maybe I am, but how can I not when you talk to me like that,” you muffle into your palms.
“I’ll talk to you any way you want if it means you’ll react like this,” he teases, gently pulling your hands from your face to hold them in his. “Your hands are freezing, sweetheart,” he brings your hands to his mouth, holding them between his and blowing his hot breath onto them to warm them up.
”Well we have been out here a while,” you shiver at the feeling of his breath on your skin.
“Am I still allowed to take you home tonight, or would that complicate things?” He’s either nervous, or hesitant. Either would make sense, you just got dumped and 24 hours later you’re confessing your feelings for your best friend (and kissing him). Anyone with a brain might wonder if you’re rushing, or worse, rebounding. Once you get out of this cold, you can talk things through.
“Yes, please, let’s go.” You take his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles before pulling him in the direction of his place.
“You got it, baby.” He slings an arm over your shoulder, planting a kiss to the top of your head. Your heart flutters as you walk toward his apartment.
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As soon as you walk through Yunho’s front door, he breezes past you to grab two wine glasses and a bottle of your favorite rosé while you kick off your boots. As you shed your jacket, he sets two full glasses on his simple wooden coffee table, heading back to his kitchen to grab a bag of chips and some chocolates. He returns with his hands full, confusion lacing his features when he finds you standing in the middle of his living room stifling a laugh.
“Is something funny?” He chuckles at your reddening cheeks as you let out a giggle.
“When did you get so nervous to have me in your apartment?” Part of you feels bad for teasing, but he looks so cute when he’s flustered, you can’t help it. “I’ve never seen you move so fast to get me a glass of wine.”
“Well, when you decide to tell me you want me in the middle of the street, that tends to change things, baby,” he grins at you, clocking you for the second time now having a physical reaction to his newest pet name for you. You thought sweetheart sounded beautiful coming out of his mouth, but baby is a whole new level of intoxicating.
”You said it first, but I guess that does change things, huh, baby?” You cross your arms, challenging him. “Do I make you nervous, Jeong Yunho?”
“You make me a lot of things, sweetheart, but nervous isn’t one of them.” He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, the gesture making your head spin. After setting your snacks down on the coffee table, he finally takes off his jacket and kicks off his shoes. He plops down on his couch, patting the empty cushion next to him. “Come sit with me,” the deep, inviting tone of his voice has you moving to him immediately. Grabbing your wine, you sit next to him, folding one leg up onto the couch to turn to face him. He copies your position, his knee resting just an inch from yours.
“What do I make you feel, then?” You swirl your wine in your glass as your gaze flicks over his handsome features. Landing on his eyes, your heart jumps at the way they shine for you.
“Fulfilled,” he starts, scooting closer to you so your knees are just barely touching. “Cared for, understood,” the corner of his mouth quirks up slightly, “and loved.”
A bloom of warmth floods your chest at the word. This is what you’ve been missing the last few years. You thought your ex would give you this sense of gratification if you gave him more time, but what you were searching for was in your best friend. You always knew in the back of your mind that it was him. The one who held you when you cried, who made you laugh until your stomach hurt, who would drop everything to be there when you needed him. You take a big sip of your wine.
“I was settling,” the words fall off your lips before you can stop them, the alcohol warming your cheeks right away. “I thought that if I kept giving him everything he would eventually give me half of what I was craving, but in the back of my mind I think I knew he’d never be what I really needed… I settled for him.”
Yunho offers a soft nod, zero judgment, only understanding. “And what is it you were craving?” He moves even closer to you, your shins now pressed together.
“You,” you sigh, his deep eyes boring into yours, waiting for more. You tap your fingers on your wine glass, contemplating your next words. “The connection, the comfort, the joy, the love that you gave me,” your throat tightens thinking about the nights you spent longing for your best friend. “I wanted you, how you made me feel…but I settled for him.”
“Right person, wrong time,” Yunho scoffs, a gentle shake of his head, “kind of applies to us, right? We’ve wanted each other for years now, but we just never had the chance.”
“I should’ve told you sooner, Yun,” your hand rests on his, his fingers immediately lacing between yours. “We’ve wasted so much time,” hot tears blur your vision, but you blink them away before they fall.
“Hey, we have all the time in the world, baby,” he brings your hand to his mouth, planting a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “All the time in the world,” he muffles against your skin. You turn your palm to hold his cheek, and you notice his eyes roll back before they flutter closed.
“All the time in the world,” you repeat, threading your fingers into his hair. A future with Yunho flashes through your mind. Lazy Sunday mornings, celebrating milestones and holidays together, late nights tangled in the sheets, his body taking over yours —
“Y/n…” His deep, smooth voice brings you back to the moment, the sound of your name on his lips heating your cheeks.
“Hm?”
He gently takes your wine glass from your hand, setting it on the coffee table next to his untouched one. When his eyes find yours again, warmth pools in your belly at the darkness that’s taken over his features. “I really want to kiss you again, but I feel like we should talk first,” he takes both your hands in his, and your heart pounds a beat faster in your chest. “If you spend the night tonight, there’s no going back. Once I have you, I don’t think I can let you go.”
“I don’t want you to let me go, Yun,” you squeeze his hands in yours. “I’ve waited too long to get here, I don’t wanna go back… You already have me, don’t let me go.” The thudding in your rib cage intensifies with every second of heated silence.
“I couldn’t if I tried,” he finally says, pulling you in, crashing his lips into yours. His hands find your waist, his tongue exploring your mouth, and you wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you into his lap. You straddle him, resting your knees on either side of his hips, deepening the kiss as his hands wander to cup your ass, pulling you closer to him. You roll your hips against him, his grip tightening on you as he drags your body over him. A groan rumbles in his chest and you feel his cock stiffening beneath you, grinding on him slower and harder.
“I can’t believe you’re finally mine,” Yuhho’s hand snakes up your back and into your hair, gently removing your clip and tossing it to the floor before gripping your locks and tilting your head to the side, exposing the sensitive column of your neck to his mouth. He nips at your skin, licking the spot with his tongue, moving up to the tender spot under your ear. “My beautiful girl,” his hot breath in your ear has your entire body blooming with goosebumps.
”Yunho,” you roll your hips over him again as his lips travel down your neck to your collarbone, a whimper crawling up your throat at your rough jeans catching on your swelling clit. He feels harder and harder underneath you with each rock against him, and you’re cursing yourself for wearing such thick pants. You just want to feel him.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He tightens his grip on your hair, kissing back up your neck until his lips connect with yours again. You moan into his mouth as his other hand guides your hips back and forth, shamelessly grinding your bodies against each other like horny teenagers.
“Touch me please,” you beg, catching his bottom lip between your teeth, sucking on it gently.
“Only because you asked so nicely,” he teases. He snakes an arm around your waist and smoothly rolls you onto your back, laying you down in the soft cushions. He kneels, settling between your legs, spreading them wide to roll his hips into your needy clothed core. His mouth finds yours again, tangling his tongue with yours.
The hand in your hair loosens, trailing down your body, ghosting over your breasts, down your belly, and lifting your sweater slightly to get to your jeans. He makes light work of the button and zipper, his nimble fingers undoing the fastenings with ease, all while keeping his mouth on yours. You feel him tapping on your ass, signaling you to lift your hips. When you do, he shimmies your jeans down your legs agonizingly slowly, breaking the kiss to admire the bits of your skin he’s dreamt about for years.
He tosses your jeans on his living room floor, and a timidity slithers up at the realization that you’re in your underwear on your best friend’s couch. His broad hands rest on your thighs, letting you close them slightly, your shared shuddering breaths the only sound in his quiet apartment.
“Getting shy on me, sweetheart?” He teases you, reading your mind. He knows you so well. You giggle as he slides his hands to your sweater, dragging it up your body, exposing your panties, shifting it higher and higher until the bottom hem of your bra is barely showing. He slides his hands under your top, expertly cradling your bra-clad breasts in his hands, letting out a restrained groan. The energy shifts and you whimper, watching his eyes locked on the way his fingers swim beneath the fabric of your sweater. You let your legs fall open slightly as Yunho slots himself between them, peppering your belly with gentle kisses and thumbing one of your pebbling nipples through the thin material of your bra.
“Yun…” you sigh, running your fingers through his hair as he kisses you lower and lower, “please,”
“Mhm,” he nods against your soft skin, shifting down to lay on his belly between your legs, hooking your knees over his shoulders. You feel his searing breath over your pussy, cooling the growing wet patch in your panties, making you clench around nothing. He picks up on your reaction, gripping your hips before blowing a steady stream of air over your sensitive heat.
“Oh,” you breathe, wriggling under his strong grasp, spreading your legs wider for him.
“You’re so reactive,” he murmurs, biting down on your inner thigh, soothing the spot with his tongue. You yelp at the sensation, covering your mouth in shock of the sound that just came out of you. Yunho chuckles darkly, “don’t hold back, baby, I wanna hear all the noises you make.”
He hooks an arm over your hip so his hand rests on your mound. He grips your panties in his fist, pulling them up until the fabric slips between your wet folds, gliding firmly over your clit. You stifle a sob as he tugs them harder, biting you once more.
“I thought I told you not to hold back, sweetheart,” he licks your skin again, soothing the angry bite mark that will surely be bruised by morning. Another tug of your panties has you mewling, one hand gripping his hair for dear life, the other blindly searching for anything to ground you.
“Yunnie, please, stop teasing me,” you never thought your sweet and wholesome best friend could have you whimpering and begging beneath him, hardly having touched you. He has such a dark, dominating presence about him in this moment, and it’s making your head fuzzy.
He lets go of your panties, swiftly pulling them to the side, exposing your wet heat to the cool air. You suck in a sharp inhale, finally bare to him.
“Fuck,” he moans, “look at you, baby,” he runs two fingers through your heat, the sudden contact making you cry out. He spreads you wide to see every inch of you, taking his time. “So pretty,” he breathes.
“I need you, please,” you whine, “are you gonna make me keep begging?”
“Baby, I’ve wanted to touch you like this for years,” he drawls, “let me savor it a little.” Before you can protest, he teases your entrance with two fingers, slowly thrusting them deeper and deeper inside you, little by little, until his palm is flush with your cunt. Your head falls back into the cushions, your chest heaving. You had daydreamed about how his fingers would feel inside of you, but nothing compares to the real thing. He pumps in and out a few more times before he curls his fingers, hitting the spot that makes your back arch. You grip his hair, tugging on it harder than you mean to, but you can’t help it. You miss the way his eyes roll back, his mouth hanging open at the pain.
Yunho lets you guide his mouth to your core, his fingers keeping a steady pace as he uses his free hand to spread you open, swirling his tongue around your clit.
“Yunnie…” you whimper, grinding your hips on his mouth. He nods against you, sucking your clit into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the swollen bud over and over in time with his fingers moving in and out of you. Pleasure blooms in your belly as he works you, each flick of his tongue bringing you closer to the edge.
“Feeling good, sweetheart?” He replaces his tongue with his thumb, circling your clit softly to ease you into the sensation. You push yourself down into his hand, needing more. He chuckles, applying more pressure until he feels you melting under him.
“Yes, so good Yun, fuck,” the pressure low in your belly builds rapidly, and you know if he keeps going at this pace, you’ll fall apart in no time. You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him, and once your eyes lock with his you know you’re a goner.
His hair is mussed from your tugging on it, his cheeks flushed, his mouth glistening, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple as he picks up the pace ever so slightly. He smirks at you, letting your legs fall from his shoulders so he can kneel between them again, sitting back to get a good look at you, never slowing his ministrations. You make the mistake of glancing down, your mouth drying at the sight of his cock pressing against the confines of his jeans. He hits that spot deep inside you again, and you fall back into the cushions, breathy curses falling from your mouth over and over.
“You look so beautiful like this, fucking hell,” he drops his free hand next to your head, caging you in beneath him, watching his fingers pistoning in and out of you faster and faster, circling your clit in a matching pace. “Mine, mine, mine,” he repeats over and over, like he can’t believe this is finally happening. He brings his lips to yours, mumbling the words against your mouth as you nod wordlessly in agreement, the taste of yourself on his tongue making you dizzy. He kisses you down to your neck, nipping at your sensitive skin, praise after praise whispered into your ear.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he emphasizes his words with a sharp thrust of his fingers, and you cry out at the sensation.
“I’m yours, I’m yours— fuck!” You feel the cord in your belly tightening and tightening.
“Good fucking girl,” he whispers in your ear, nipping at your earlobe, “come around my fingers, baby,”
“Oh, oh,” you shudder underneath him, his words pushing you over the edge as your orgasm rips through your body, pleasure burning from the inside out. He kisses you hard, slowing his pace bit by bit to ease you through your climax, your body trembling in his hold. “Yunho,” you mumble into his mouth, “I’m yours,” you whisper.
“You sure are,” he peppers your cheeks with soft, tender kisses, your brain slowly coming back online as he slows his fingers, coming to a stop. “And I’m yours,” he kisses you gently, easing his fingers out of you, slipping your panties back into place. He lays down on the couch next to you, pulling your favorite throw blanket over your exposed bottom half, tracing hearts and stars on your skin while your breathing steadies, running his fingers through your hair as you let your eyes flutter closed. You snuggle into him, the warmth of his body keeping the flame in your core burning.
“You are incredible, Jeong Yunho,” you giggle as he kisses every inch of your face, his soft lips mapping the details of your skin. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
“Why, because I made you come in 5 minutes flat?” His low drawl has desire coursing through your veins, part of you feeling embarrassed he can turn you on so easily with just his words.
Your breath hitches as you nod, trying to keep your cool, but he knows you better than that by now. “You really like when I talk to you like this, don’t you, baby?”
“Apparently I do,” you turn to look at him, a teasing glint in his eyes, his fingers dancing across the bare skin of your belly. “I’d love to hear what else you have to say,” you tease.
“Well for starters, I want to take you to bed” His mouth hovers over the shell of your ear, the combination of his hot breath fanning over your skin and the vibrations of his deep voice have lust taking over your thoughts once again. “I want to fuck you properly, and we just don’t exactly have the space for that here,” you can hear the smile in his voice.
“Oh,” you giggle, his straightforwardness taking you by surprise. Just like that you’re throbbing for him again, your mind racing thinking about where your night with him is going to go. “I’d like that.”
Before he can catch you, you jump up from the couch, leaving your throw blanket behind, beelining for the hallway toward Yunho’s bedroom, giggling the whole way.
“Hey!” He laughs, clamoring up to chase after you. A few long strides and he’s caught up to you, right in the doorway of his bedroom. He hooks an arm around your waist and you yelp as he spins you around to face him, the momentum of both your running carrying you to the foot of his bed. The backs of your knees hit the mattress, but he holds you upright, pressing your body against his. Your eyes lock, both of you breathing heavily.
“Someone’s excited,” Yunho chuckles, giving you a firm kiss before pushing you back onto his bed. You let out a breathless laugh as you plop down on the mattress, pushing yourself to sit upright.
“A little,” your hands find his torso, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He smirks down at you as you run your hands under his shirt and up his stomach to chest. He lets out a shaky breath at the feeling of your hands on him, and pulls his shirt off over his head, discarding it on the floor. You’d seen him without a shirt a handful of times, but this close he looks ethereal. Your fingers dance across his bare skin, reveling in the feeling of being able to touch him like this. You want to see more of him, touch more of him, taste more of him.
“Yun,” you start, hesitant to take the lead. You slide your hands down his body until your fingers feel the smooth leather of his belt. Your eyes meet his, not breaking contact while you smoothly undo his belt buckle. “Can I?” You whisper.
“You can do whatever you want to me, y/n,” he breathes, looking down to where your fingers are undoing the button of his jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly. You pull his jeans down, and he kicks them to the side, standing before you in only his boxers, his hard length pressing against the confines of the fabric.
His fingers lace through your hair, gripping it gently to tip your head back. Keeping your eyes on him, you slowly pull your sweater over your head, letting him let go of your hair to take it from your hands and toss it to the floor. You reach behind you, undoing the clasp of your bra, slowly sliding it from your body and dropping it next to your discarded sweater. Yunho’s chest heaves as he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, drinking this image of you in, dragging his gaze across your exposed chest.
“So beautiful,” his voice has dropped even lower, a tone you’ve never heard from him, the deep timbre stoking the fire deep inside you. “You are so beautiful,” he cups your face in his hands, bending over to kiss you softly. He parts your lips with his tongue as you rest your hands on his abdomen, sliding one down to palm his cock over his boxers.
“Fuck,” he groans into your mouth, your fingers wrapping around him as much as you can through the fabric, stroking his impressive length as he licks deeper into your mouth. You pump him from base to tip, running your thumb over the wet patch at the head of his cock, drawing another guttural moan from his lips. Your mouth is watering at the feeling of him, but it’s not enough.
You dip your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, and Yunho breaks the kiss to watch you pull them slowly down, down, down, until his cock springs free, hanging heavy in front of you. You absentmindedly lick your lips at the sight of him, feeling the wetness in your panties growing. Lust prickles across your skin thinking about feeling him inside of you.
“Yunho,” you sigh, wrapping your fingers around him, pumping him slowly as he stands up straight, tugging your hair in his fist to tip your head back again. “I want you to fuck my throat,” you whine, “please,”
“Oh, baby,” he grips your hair tighter at your words while you stroke him, the sting making your cheeks warm, “you want me to stuff your pretty little mouth? Wanna wrap those beautiful lips around me?” Towering over you like this, you start to realize just how much he could overpower you, and the thought spreads heat through your abdomen.
“Please,” you nod, “I wanna taste you,” you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out for him, keeping your eyes on his. You pump his length twice more as you guide his hips toward your mouth, dropping your hands into your lap as his tip rests on your tongue.
“Mmh, so pretty,” he whispers, wrapping his fist around his cock, tapping his tip on your tongue before sliding past your lips. “If it gets to be too much, just tap my thigh, okay sweetheart?”
You nod, wrapping your lips around him, sliding your tongue over the sensitive underside of his tip. His head falls back, a beautiful moan falling from his lips as you slowly start to bob your head. You take more of him, inch by inch until his cock taps the back of your throat. You swallow around him, and he absentmindedly thrusts deeper, chasing the sensation.
“Fuck,” he groans, his grip on your hair tightening again as he holds you there. “I’m gonna move now, is that okay?” He brings his free hand to your cheek, caressing it gently as you nod in confirmation. As soon as you give him the signal, he pulls back slightly, rocking his hips slowly, savoring the feeling of your lips wrapped around him and your tongue gliding over him. “So beautiful with your mouth stuffed so full,” he praises you, thrusting deeper into your mouth, down your throat, testing the limits of what you can take. He finds a steady rhythm, and you match his pace, bobbing your head and licking over every inch of him as he pumps in and out of your mouth, the stretch burning your throat deliciously.
You can’t take your eyes off of him, tears blurring your vision as you admire his lustful features. His furrowed brow, his blown pupils, his flushed cheeks. The bead of sweat dripping down the tip of his nose, the tensing muscles in his stomach as he pumps into your mouth… he looks so beautiful. You find yourself rocking your hips, grinding into the mattress, looking for any friction you can get.
He thrusts deep into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat again, and he holds you down on him, your nose brushing over his abdomen. The lack of air makes your head spin, and you want him even deeper. You reach up to grab his hips, but your hand bumps his thigh on the way up, which he takes as your signal that it’s too much.
“Shit,” he pulls out of your mouth, and you gasp for air as he drops to his knees in front of you. “Are you okay, baby? I’m so sorry, was that too rough?” His eyes are full of panic and he brushes your hair out of your face, wiping the saliva that had bubbled up at the corners of your mouth. It all happens so fast, it takes you a moment to process the man waiting in front of you, waiting for a response. Before you can stop yourself, a smile breaks across your face and a giggle rises up your throat.
“Yunnie,” you laugh, cradling his concerned face in your hands, “I’m fine, more than fine,” you try to catch your breath. “I was trying to…grab your hips to pull you closer, but I … bumped your leg by mistake,” his panicked face relaxes, a beautiful smile taking its place, and he lets out a deep sigh of relief. “I do appreciate how quickly you stopped though,” you tease him, your breathing finally steady, “it’s nice to know my boundaries will be taken very seriously.”
“You scared me!” He laughs, dropping his head in your lap.
“It was an accident!” You laugh with him, brushing through his hair with your fingers. “I actually wanted you to be more rough with me,”
He straightens up. “Is that so?” He plants his hands on the mattress on either side of your hips, the darkness returning to his gaze as he stands again, leaning over you. You lean back onto your elbows as he towers over you, his eyes raking over every inch of your body.
“It is,” you whisper, suddenly feeling so small beneath him, all lightheartedness suddenly sucked out of the room. “I would enjoy that very much,”
“Mmh,” he hooks an arm under your waist, lifting you easily and moving your body further up the mattress. You let out a small yelp as he drops you, heart warming as he reaches above you to grab a pillow to prop under your head. Once he’s sure you’re comfortable, he hooks his fingers on your panties, and you lift your hips for him to peel them off of you. He tosses them to the floor, turning his attention back to you, spreading your legs wide open, kneeling between them.
“I would enjoy that too, however,” he runs his hands up your calves, your thighs, until he reaches your center, using both hands to spread you wide open. You watch in awe as he runs two fingers through your arousal, teasingly dipping them inside of you. “I want to savor every moment of this,” he dips down to kiss you softly as he drives his fingers even deeper, prodding that tender spot inside of you, drawing a whine from your lips. “Let me be gentle this time, let me show you how much I–” he pauses, something indiscernible flashing through his eyes. “Let me show you how much I’ve been wanting you,” he recovers. “Then next time,” his thumb flicks over your clit, “I will do whatever you want me to do to you,” he circles the sensitive bud, your mind reeling. “Does that sound good, baby?”
“Mhm,” you nod, “so good,” you whimper as he scissors his fingers inside of you, surely trying to stretch you open for what’s to come.
He reaches for the drawer in his nightstand with his free hand, but you stop him. “You don’t have to wear one,” you interrupt.
“Are you sure?” His fingers keep moving inside of you, stretching you wider with each thrust, but still giving your conversation his attention.
“I’m on the pill and was tested recently, so yes, please Yunnie, I want to feel you,” you mewl, “please let me feel you,”
“So good for me,” he praises you over and over, “are you ready?”
“Yes, please,” you whine when he pulls his fingers from your cunt, desperate for him. He lifts your hips, pulling you closer to him, nestling himself between your legs, being sure to adjust your pillow once more. He spreads you open with one hand, tapping the tip of his solid cock on your swollen clit before rubbing it up and down your slit, lining up with your entrance. You both freeze at the same time as the reality of what’s about to happen finally hits you.
The feeling of this moment is nothing you’ve experienced before. For years, you’ve longed for Yunho, wanting the intimacy of your friendship to go beyond just emotional intimacy. You’ve yearned for him as long as you’ve known him. You wanted him– all of him. Finally, the universe decided it’s time for you two to experience that.
You realize he’s feeling it too, his hand finding your cheek in the silence, brushing away a tear that you didn’t realize had fallen down your cheek. “I know, baby,” he whispers, and that’s all you need to hear.
He presses his lips to your forehead as he slowly pushes inside, easing you into the sensation, gently stretching you out on his cock. You feel grateful that he prepped you with his fingers, the sting you feel only lasting a few brief moments before he’s smoothly gliding into you. He pushes in deeper and deeper, until you’re filled to the brim. He drops his hands to the mattress on either side of your head as he bottoms out. Almost in unison, you both let out a shuddering exhale.
“You feel incredible, fuck” he breathes against your forehead, finally pulling back to look into your eyes, your bodies finally connected physically in the way they’ve felt connected spiritually all these years. “And you look so pretty, my angel,” he whispers, his eyes shining.
“I don’t know how you can still manage to make me blush when you’re literally inside of me,” you pant, shyly giggling as your cheeks warm under his loving gaze. He hisses at the way you squeeze around him when you laugh. “Sorry,” you cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your giggles.
“I’m learning so much about you today,” he pulls hips back slightly before burying himself inside you again, all teasing coming to an instant halt as the tip of his cock presses against your g-spot.
“Oh my–” your back arches at the feeling, “God Yunnie, I feel so f-full.”
“You’re doing so well baby,” he praises you again, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. “Look at you, so beautiful taking my cock.”
“I need you to fuck me,” you scramble to grip his forearms, feeling the taut muscles under his skin. “Please,” you wriggle your hips beneath him, “move,”
“Mm,” he pulls out almost completely, just the tip of his cock resting inside of you, “say it again, sweetheart,”
“Fuck me Yunnie, please,” you beg, trying to push your hips down on his cock.
“God, I’ve waited so long to hear you say that, I’ll never get tired of it” he slams into you, and you cry out as he bottoms out inside of you again. He sets a steady pace, rolling his hips into you over and over, the feeling of him pumping in and out of you more delicious than you could’ve ever imagined. He kisses you hard, licking into your mouth, swallowing all of your pretty little moans.
He cups one of your breasts in his wide palm, running his thumb over your nipple, stoking the fire in the pit of your belly. He straightens, admiring how beautiful you look while you take him. Your lips red and puffy, your eyes half lidded, your breasts bouncing with each thrust.
“So pretty, taking me so well,” he praises you as his hand coasts up your chest, fingers gently wrapping around your neck. He holds his hand there for a moment, making a mental note of the way your eyes light up when he briefly squeezes the column of your throat.
“F-feels so g-good,” you choke out between thrusts. His thumb slides along your jaw toward your chin, prodding at your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open. You wrap your lips around his thumb, sucking on it briefly before he pops it out of your mouth, trailing it down your body until he reaches your clit. The contact has your head spinning, the cord in your center tightening and tightening as he flicks your sensitive bud.
“Baby, look,” his voice cuts through the foggy lust in your head, grabbing your attention. He nods down to where your bodies are connected, gesturing for you to take a glance.
One look at him splitting you open has your climax threatening to wash over you, warmth running up and down your spine at the sight of your arousal shining on his cock as he pistons in and out of your heat relentlessly. He swirls his thumb around your clit faster at the feeling of you squeezing around him.
“You close, sweetheart?” He’s breathless as he fucks you, hitting so deep inside you that you can feel it in your stomach.
“Mhm, fuck, yes,” you cry out, scrambling for his free hand, lacing your fingers between his.
“Come on, I want to watch you fall apart around my cock.” He’s fucking you impossibly hard, each thrust hitting just right, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. “Let me feel you, love,”
“Oh my god,” you stammer out a string of curses as your second orgasm washes over you, your heart thudding in your ears as your body tenses underneath him. He barely slows his pace, keeping his thumb resting on your clit, fucking you through your high.
“There she is,” he coos, slowing little by little until your body starts to relax. He thrusts all the way inside, bottoming out, collapsing over you.
“Wow,” you laugh, bringing your hands up to cradle his flushed face. “That was,”
“Incredible?” He finishes your sentence, kissing your sweaty forehead over and over. You let out a soft moan in agreement, and his cock jumps inside of you at the sound.
“Mmh,” you whimper, the warmth creeping back into your belly, and you squeeze around Yunho’s cock.
“Wanting more already?” He teases, pushing his hips against you, thrusting himself in even deeper.
“Absolutely,” you squeeze around him again, craning your neck up to capture his lips with yours. “Fuck me however you want, baby,” you whisper against his mouth. His cock twitches inside you again and you giggle, waiting for his next move.
“Flip over,” he pants, “I wanna fuck you like this,” he slips out of you and you whine, feeling empty. He helps you roll onto your belly, kneeling behind you as he pulls your ass in the air and plants a hand in the middle of your back, guiding you to arch for him. You squish your cheek into the mattress, trying to look back at him. “Fucking hell,” he palms your ass with both hands, admiring your delectable form, “you are unreal.”
“Yun, please, I need you,” you whine as he bends over your body, planting hot, wet kisses up your spine until he reaches the nape of your neck, bringing his lips to your ear. You feel his cock bump against your backside, his body flush against yours.
“You are insatiable, my love,” your heart flutters at the word, but your lust pushes any overanalyzing to the back of your mind in favor of how desperate you are for him.
You push back into him, feeling the tip of his cock bump against your heat. He straightens at the feeling, rubbing circles into your hips with his thumbs as he watches you move. You roll your hips, catching the tip of his cock between your folds, wiggling and rocking to find the right angle before it finally slips inside.
“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers as you push back, taking him deeper and deeper until your ass is flush against him. You start bouncing your hips, taking him in and out, slowly at first, the sounds of his moans filling your ears and soaking your center.
“Feel good, baby?” You muffle from beneath him, moving your hips quicker with each bounce on his cock. You open your legs a little wider, the new angle rocking his cock against your g-spot.
“The best thing I’ve ever felt,” he rolls his hips to meet yours, the sound of skin slapping filling the air of his bedroom. “I can’t believe how long we’ve waited for this,” he grips your hips, meeting your thrusts in earnest, fucking into you impossibly deep. You match each other’s pace immediately, moans and whines filling the air.
He threads his fingers through your hair, tugging you upwards until your body is flush against his, your sweat-slicked bodies rocking together. His hand drops from your hair to wrap around your neck, holding you firmly in place as he threads his other hand between your legs, his middle and ring finger easily finding your swollen clit.
“I want you like this forever,” he whispers in your ear as he drives into you, your motivation to bounce on him melting into the mattress beneath you. You want him to take you however he wants you, your body molding into his grip.
“Forever,” you nod as he kisses your neck, “you have me forever Yunnie,”
“Again,” he groans as you tighten around him, his fingers swirling around your clit, your third orgasm of the night building rapidly low in your belly. “Say it again,”
“Forever,” you repeat, “I’m yours forever,”
“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m so close,” he growls into your ear, “you take me so well, like you were made for me,”
“I was, Yun,” you assure him, “I was made for you,” he rubs your clit faster, “and you were made for me,”
“God, yes,” he kisses your shoulder, his pace faltering as he gets closer to the edge, “I love you, y/n, fuck.” His fingers swirl around your clit as his hips stutter, spilling hot and fast inside of you. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeats over and over as he ruts into you.
“I love you, Yunho,” you cry out, your heart exploding as your orgasm follows, your body shuddering against him as you come together, your words and his swirling around you in the afterglow.
He holds you tight against him, guiding your spent form back down to the mattress, kissing every inch of your skin as you both come down from your highs. He slips out of you, lowering your hips, massaging your sore muscles before rolling onto his back next to you. You mimic his position, flipping over so you’re both staring at the ceiling, processing the words you both just confessed. You lay together in silence, the sounds of both of you trying to catch your breath filling the room. You let your eyes close, processing the moment.
“Jeong Yunho,” your voice is hoarse once you speak. “Tell me you love me.” Your eyes flutter open, turning your head to see him already beaming at you. He rolls onto his side, bringing himself nose to nose with you.
“I love you.” He declares, clear and confident, your heart swelling in your chest. His lips brush over yours, both of you smiling as he kisses you softly. “Your turn,” he whispers. You copy him, rolling onto your side, brushing his sweat slicked hair from his forehead as he throws an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
“I love you,” you giggle, kissing him again.
“One more time?”
“I, love, you,” you emphasize each word with a gentle kiss on his lips,
“I will never get tired of hearing that,” he whispers. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”
You whine in protest, but Yunho eventually gets you into the bathroom, running a hot shower for the both of you. You wash up together, hardly able to keep your hands off of each other. Once you’ve fallen apart in his hands twice more and the water’s run cold, he helps you into a pair of his boxers and his biggest, softest sweatshirt.
“This feels like a dream,” you think out loud once you’re snuggled up in Yunho’s bed together. “Is this a dream?”
“If it is, I never want to wake up,” he smiles at you under the dim street lights flooding through his windows. “This is all I need, forever.”
You kiss him at that, soft and tender, his arms wrapping tighter around you, holding you close. You fall asleep shortly after, nose to nose, hearts full.
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You wake to the morning sun shining through Yunho’s bedroom windows, the sweet smell of vanilla flooding your nose. Stretching your tired limbs, you roll over to find the other side of the bed empty. Panic floods your mind at the sight, your past making you assume the worst. Is he sleeping on the couch? You wonder. Does he regret what he said and now he’s avoiding me? Before you can reason with yourself, you jump out of bed and speed walk down the hallway, stopping dead in your tracks when you reach the kitchen.
“You’re not freaking out, are you y/n?” Yunho drawls, his voice still laced with sleep, low and raspy. He hasn’t even looked at you yet, his focus being on the plate on the counter in front of him, but he already knows where your mind is at just by the sound of your footsteps coming down the hallway. Of course he does. His bare, wide shoulders shake as he laughs to himself. His pajama pants hang low on his hips, the muscles in his back moving beneath his skin as he throws the final touches on what’s in front of him. He spins around to face you holding a plate of pancakes, littered with strawberries cut into hearts. Your heart flutters at the scene in front of you. “You think I’m gonna make love to you, tell you that I love you, and not make you breakfast in the morning?”
Suddenly feeling self conscious over your immediate assumption that he regretted your night together, you cross your arms, avoiding his gaze. “I got scared,” you whisper.
“That I left you in my apartment all alone? Baby,” he puts the plate down, “I would never, especially after last night,” he crosses the kitchen to reach you, pulling you into his warm embrace, his hot skin beneath you melting away the coldness you felt from waking up alone. “I’m not like…him,” he reminds you, brushing his fingers through your hair. “You are safe with me. Safe, loved, protected, respected, I could go on and on. Do you understand me?” He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
You nod against his chest. “I do,” you feel a tear slide down your cheek, spreading from your skin, onto his. He squeezes you in a tight hug.
“Come on, let’s get some food in your system. You haven’t eaten since our pastries at Blossom last night,” he releases you to grab your plate, as well as a second he made for himself, and drops another quick kiss to your forehead before carrying them to the coffee table in his living room.
“Come sit,” he beckons you, and you follow automatically, plopping on the couch. He grabs your favorite throw blanket before sitting down next to you, draping it over both of your laps. No matter how hard you try to ignore them, negative thoughts are still plaguing your mind. You both pick up your plates, eating in silence for a few moments before Yunho speaks up again.
“Y/n, what’s on your mind?” His tone is so sincere, you immediately feel guilty for making him worry.
“I’m just–” you hesitate for a moment. “I’m scared it’s too good to be true.”
“What is? Us?” Worry flickers across his features, his heart aching seeing you so distraught.
“Yeah,” you sigh, poking at one of your pancakes with your fork. You know you’re being unreasonable, and that Yunho has shown you nothing but love and commitment as long as you’ve known him. But your self doubt and your history of awful relationships is screaming at you that you don’t deserve him. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t even realize that you’re crying.
Yunho gently takes your plate from your hands, putting both his and yours back on the coffee table. He shifts his body slowly until he’s kneeling on the floor in front of you, resting his hands on your blanket-covered thighs.
“Y/n, look at me,” he pleads. You wipe the tears from your cheeks, patting the dampness into the blanket in your lap. You rest your hands on top of his, tracing the lines of his veins for a moment before dragging your gaze upwards to meet his. His eyes are glazed over with tears of his own.
“Yunnie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I–”
“Listen to me,” he interrupts. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. The most precious thing in this world to me. Each moment that I spend with you fills me with a joy that I never experienced until I met you.” He turns his hands over to cradle yours as his tears finally fall down his cheeks. “I love you. And I will spend every day of the rest of my life proving that to you. And proving to you that you deserve the love that I give you.”
You stifle a sob at his words, trying to take all of it in as the beautiful truth. You know he means it, he’s always meant every word he’s ever said to you, and you know you need to silence your anxieties in favor of what you know to be true.
“It’s gonna take time,” you whisper. “It’ll take time for me to believe that I deserve what you give me,” you wipe your own tears, then his, both of you laughing breathlessly at your own emotions. “But I will get there,” you continue, “I just need you to be patient with me.”
“Of course. I will spend the rest of my life reminding you what you deserve, sweetheart. That’s a promise.”
“I love you.” You cradle his head in your hands, memorizing every inch of his face, savoring the first day of the rest of your lives.
“I love you,” he kisses the tip of your nose. “Let’s go finish our breakfast in bed.”
“Okay,” you giggle watching Yunho jump up to grab both your plates, giddily walking toward his bedroom with a wide smile on his face.
“You coming?” He glances over his shoulder at you, his ears blushing bright red as he waits for you.
You nod, hopping up to follow after him, to your new forever.
✿ summary: the new student who has caught your eye just so happens to not be a student at all, but a professor. and a dad. and you seem to have caught his eye, too.
✿ warnings/tags: MDNI! 18+, explicit, smut, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (u know what im gonna say), respectful wholesome sweetie jjong (at the beginning... hehe), jongho is a DILF, jongho is 7 years older than reader, reader is in her last semester of college, jongho is a TEASE, uncle yeosang appearance, yes the professor out sick is intended to be yunho SUE ME
✿ pairing: dilf!professor!jongho x fem!unistudent!reader
✿ author’s note: thank you to this ask for this idea ! this was a challenge for me considering i rarely read/write a professor trope but i ended up having so much fun with it! this was also my first time writing in a bulleted style and i really loved it, i would love to do more of these in the future. AND this was my first time writing our baby bear so i hope i did our ribos proud! any kind feedback is welcome ˙ᵕ˙ enjoy !!
you’d been seeing this mystery man around campus for weeks now, drawn to how put together and powerful his presence is.
he’s always wearing sweaters of deep hues, paired with dark slacks that deliciously hug his muscular thighs.
he seems to have a lot of classes in the same building as you, but you only ever see him in passing or in the building’s cafe. he must be a transfer, considering this is your last semester of university and you’ve never seen him before
hearing his name called out at the cafe was one way to put a name to this beautiful man’s face, but you wished you’d heard it from his pretty mouth
one day, you decide to let your curiosity get the better of you after your last class of the day, and when you spot him walking down the hallway, you decide to follow him.
you trail at a respectful distance as he turns down the administrative corridor, and to any passersby you’re just on your way to a meeting with an advisor, like he must be
to your surprise, he pulls a ring of keys out of his pocket as he approaches an office door, and unlocks it himself. an office door littered with children’s drawings.
so… not a student. a professor. and a dad?… hot.
you’d never noticed a ring on his finger in your passings, so he must be single. right?
the next morning, you walk into your first class of the day to see him standing at the podium
“good morning, students,” his warm voice booms over the lecture hall.
”professor jeong is sick today and asked me to guide you through this week’s lecture, i’m professor choi, but you all can call me jongho.”
as you thought, his name sounds beautiful out of his own mouth
his eyes scan the crowd of students, lingering on yours longer than you’d expect, and he grins before moving on
“appa!” a tiny voice calls from the hallway
“ah, how did you escape your uncle, little one?” jongho’s eyes light up at the sight of the little girl running through the open door. her dark hair bounces in little pigtails, her full cheeks jiggling with each bouncing step, a bright smile, twin to jongho’s, fills her face
“bomi ! wait !” another handsome professor whom you recognize, kang maybe? trails through the lecture hall door after the precious little girl
”sorry jjong,” he sounds out of breath, “i tried to stop her but she saw you through the door and i couldn’t stop her in time,” the man scratches at his neck, a smile blooming across his reddening cheeks
“ha, it’s okay sangie,” he assures his friend. “class, this is my daughter, bomi.” he picks her up under her armpits and the sweetest giggle lilts through the lecture hall. he props her on his hip, and she nuzzles into his shoulder
“i had to fill in pretty last minute, and i’m on my own with this little one, so she had to tag along today,” he blows a raspberry on her cheek, drawing another sweet laugh from her. “but, she’s supposed to be with her uncle yeosang,” he pouts, faking disappointment in his voice. “believe everything you hear about the terrible twos, this little lady is more strong-willed than some of the professors in this building.” the crowd of students around you laughs, but you’re so mesmerized by the man in front of you, all you can do is stare
“back to sangie you go, baby, i’ll see you in a bit,” he kisses her little nose before passing her back over to professor kang, and she blows her dad a kiss before being carried out of the lecture hall
class resumes as normal, but you are hyper aware of jongho’s attention on you
you’ve lost track of how many times his eyes have met yours during class, a subtle grin tugging at his mouth each time
by the time class lets out, your cheeks are burning and his grin has turned smug
you’re so frazzled, struggling to get all of your belongings into your bag, you don’t even realize the lecture hall has almost entirely cleared out. you slip your laptop into your bag, zipping it shut, finally standing to leave. the last of the students filter out of the room, and jongho starts packing up his bag.
“ms… y/n, is it?”
you almost choke on your gasp, your eyes widening as you slip your bag over your shoulder.
“uh… yes, yeah, that’s me,” your voice comes out hardly above a whisper, but he still hears you. you walk down the steps to the front of the room, and jongho seems to drink in your every step.
“sorry, i just had to figure out the name of the beautiful girl who followed me to my office,” he smirks, throwing his bag over his shoulder, taking a step toward you
shit.
“oh my god, i’m sorry, i just—“ you what? what do you even say? did he call you beautiful? help
you settle on another pitiful “i’m sorry,”
“please, don’t be,”
”i thought i was a little more subtle than i was, i suppose,”
“and i thought i’d have to return the favor to get a chance to talk to you, but here we are” the warmth in his eyes settles the tension in your shoulders
“oh no, a hot professor stalking me? sounds terrible,” you tease
the tops of his ears redden, “hot, huh?”
“hot,” you repeat, adjusting your stance, popping a hip out. his eyes sweep over your figure, lingering where your waist meets your hip, dragging them back to meet your eyes.
“would a hot professor asking you out to dinner be terrible, too?” his tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek as he takes another step toward you.
“the worst,” you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.
”rose garden? 7 o’clock? can you handle the suffering?”
“i’ll power through it, i suppose,” you move forward, the space between you shrinking.
“see you then, y/n,” his eyes scan over your body once more before he winks, tucking a hand into his pocket and turning to walk out the door, leaving you standing alone, aroused, and anxious.
thank goodness your date was that night, because if you’d had more than a few hours to stew over it, you probably would’ve chickened out
you change your outfit 15 times before settling on high waisted wide leg black trousers and a cream colored sweater
you give your hair a light curl, pinning half of it back, and apply some light makeup, finishing with a glossy lip
you throw on a pair of heeled black boots and head to the restaurant
you realize on the way there that you didn’t even exchange phone numbers with jongho. what if he had to bail? what if he couldn’t find anyone to watch bomi? what if he’s late or changed his mind?
you arrive at the restaurant just before 7, and your heart stutters in your chest as you see jongho sitting alone at a table, wearing a black and grey striped sweater, a thin silver chain adorning his neck, its pendant hanging in the middle of his broad chest
the restaurant is beautiful. it’s cozy, warm, and intimate, has only a handful of tables, but each one of them is full. he must’ve made a reservation, or knows someone who knows someone
his eyes light up when he sees you, smiling at you from across the restaurant. he stands as the hostess guides you to the table, pulling your chair out for you. of course he’s a gentleman.
“you decided to withstand the torture?” he instantly resumes your banter from this afternoon and you can’t help but smile
“i think i can handle it,” you shoot back
conversation easily picks up, flowing comfortably between the two of you, dancing from one topic to the next with no awkward silences.
he encourages you to order whatever you want, and after endless insistence on his part, you settle on a shrimp pasta, and jongho orders a steak. he even orders you the perfect wine to go with your dinner.
he is incredibly attentive throughout your meal, asking you questions about your interests, hobbies, aspirations after college, giving you all of his genuine attention, so much adoration in his eyes. you slowly realize you actually have so much in common– reading, video games, hiking, music, the list goes on
you can’t help yourself or your curiosity, and end up asking him “so… where is bomi tonight?”
he smiles at the mention of her name, “she is with yeosang tonight, my friend who had her during class,” he runs a hand through his hair, exposing his forehead for a moment, and your breath hitches.
“is her mom…” you start to ask before you formulate the end of your sentence, but something shifts in his eyes, and you immediately regret your question. he must notice the panic in your eyes, immediately reassuring you.
“it’s okay, i don’t mind talking about it,” he gives you a sad smile. “she left right before bomi’s first birthday. she said it was too much for her, and she wasn’t done living her life,”
your heart cracks in your chest. you haven’t spent much time with him, but you can’t fathom how anyone could abandon him like that, especially with a little girl. you’re speechless, trying to find the right words to say
“it was going downhill for a while, though,” he continues. “i don’t think she realized how much was going to change when bomi came, and she had been checked out for months before she decided to leave”
“jongho, i’m so sorry, i can’t imagine how hard that must’ve been for you,” you instinctively reach across the table, wrapping your fingers around his hand, and he reciprocates immediately, the contact warming your skin.
“honestly, i quickly realized it was for the best,” he admits. “i have a solid group of friends here that adore bomi and help me out a lot, and the pressure of trying to keep her mom happy while caring for her was getting to be a lot, so…” he rubs his thumb across your skin, smiling up at you. “it’s been a hell of a lot easier doing it on my own. i love being her dad”
the warmth has returned to his eyes at the thought of his little girl, and you know he’s being entirely truthful
the rest of your evening flies by in a whirl of intimate conversations and delicious desserts, and before you know it, the bill is paid and jongho is offering you his arm. you wrap a hand around his firm bicep, and head out into the evening air
you start regularly seeing jongho around campus for the next few weeks, meeting for coffee some mornings and having dinner together once a week. you’ve both shared intimate details of your lives with one another, and you’ve come to the conclusion that he is the most genuine and kindhearted man you’ve ever met.
you also come to find out that he’s only 7 years older than you despite his education and status at the college, which has you feeling less… unsure about your feelings for him.
he’s been incredibly respectful, almost too much so, and hasn’t done more than give you a soft kiss on the cheek, always leaving you yearning for more.
you’ve even gotten to spend some time with bomi, when yeosang had a last minute change in his schedule and couldn’t watch her. you happened to have a gap in your classes, and took her to the cafe to have some mac and cheese and color on napkins with some pens from your bag. spending time with her was the highlight of your day, and you were so grateful to jongho for trusting you with his little girl
you’ve started to really like jongho. really really like jongho. you look forward to every interaction you have with him, and always find yourself wishing it wouldn’t end
part of you wants to pursue something real with him, but you can’t help the nerves that come along with the excitement of that possibility
after your fourth dinner date, you decide to share your thoughts with him
he leads you out of the restaurant, his fingers laced with yours, and you walk through the city streets in a comfortable silence
“where is your head at right now, beautiful?” he reads you instantly and stops walking, turning to face you, holding your hand in his
“is this… okay?”
he tilts his head looking back at you, skin glowing under the warmth of the street lights. you have to stop yourself from ogling over the way his baby blue button down shirt hugs his shoulders. “is… what okay?” he questions
“us … going out, dating, being…”
“together?” he asks, a smile tugging at his lips
“yeah… together”
“are we?” he inches closer to you. “together?”
you hesitate. “can we be?”
“are you asking me to be your boyfriend?” his grins, his hand finding your waist, fingers gliding over the silky dress you spent hours picking out. you have to stop your head from spinning right off your shoulders at the contact, finally thinking he may do more than kiss you on the cheek. “or are you asking if we logistically can be together?”
“both? maybe?” you feel your cheeks burning under his attention, especially as his grip on your waist tightens. “you’re a professor, jjong. and i’m a student.”
“i’m technically not your professor, baby,” he smirks, and the pet name makes your skin prickle into gooseflesh. the way he’s looking at you has you feeling bold.
“and, it’s my last semester,” you take a step closer to him, and he fully wraps an arm around your waist. “so, i’m hardly a student anymore,” your cheeks warm when his hand finds the sensitive skin of your neck, fingers gliding up to cradle your head.
“no harm, no foul,” he nearly whispers, “and, by the way, i’ll totally be your boyfriend,” he nudges the tip of your nose with his, before he finally brushes his lips over yours.
you can tell he’s still trying to be respectful, but you would prefer the opposite, especially after all of the teasing this man has put you through with his winks and gentle touches.
you mold your mouth into his, pressing into him with your entire body, and he wraps you in his arms, pulling you closer as you part his lips with your tongue.
he sighs against your mouth, swiping his tongue across yours, breathing you in, tasting you. whatever restraint he’s been practicing the past few weeks seems to have disappeared, especially when he weaves his fingers into your hair and tilts your head to the side to bring his mouth down on your neck.
he nips and sucks at the column of your throat, earning a gasp from you, and the comparison of this man versus the one who took you on your first date is giving you whiplash
“jjong,” you whine, earning a groan and a chuckle from your boyfriend, his hot breath dancing over your damp skin.
“come home with me, baby,” he pants, pressing his forehead against yours. you freeze.
“what about bomi, don’t you have to go pick her up?” you know she’s with a friend, and jongho usually has to end your evenings around her bed time to go get her
“she’s spending the night at yeosang’s tonight,” he smirks, “i have the place all to myself,”
how did he…? “did you plan this?” you look up at him, grinning at the mischief glinting in his eyes.
“i maybe had a plan to ask you to be my girlfriend and woo you into my bed tonight,” he brushes a strand of hair from your forehead, “i figured you maybe have had enough of me trying to be… a gentleman.” you flush,
“and you were so confident i’d say yes that you asked yeosang to have a sleepover with your daughter?”
“i mean...am i wrong?”
“absolutely not,”
thirty minutes and a very charged car ride later, jongho is crowding you against the front door of his apartment.
he kisses you fervently as he fumbles to unlock the door behind you, and he catches you by the waist when it opens.
his arms remain firm and strong around you, kissing you greedily and thoroughly, guiding you through his apartment. part of you wants to ask for a tour, but that can come… later.
after one too many stumbles, an impatient growl rumbles through jongho’s chest, and he lifts you, easily wrapping your legs around his waist, your dress hitching up at your hips. you greatly underestimated his strength, suddenly painfully aware of how easily he can manipulate your body.
“this dress, y/n, fuck,” he curses under his breath as you push through what must be his bedroom doorway. “your body is so perfect,”
the way he handles you is gentle but firm, holding your body exactly where he wants it and keeping you flush against him. your hands tangle in his hair as he carries you across his room, and when you tug on it, he chuckles lowly against your mouth
he lays you down over the top of his mattress, your body melting into the luxurious blankets beneath you. of course he has expensive bedding. he trails kisses down your neck, down the valley between your breasts, palming one of them in his hand, and your back arches in response
you shrug out of the straps of your dress under his hold, pulling it down until your breasts fall free from its confines, earning a delicious groan from your boyfriend
“so pretty,” he murmurs, catching glimpses of your bare chest between kisses. his hands roam uninhibitedly over your skin, hot and sure
he catches a nipple between his teeth before swirling his tongue around it, palming your other breast with a strong hand
your hands find his hair again, holding him close to you, your chest heaving into his ministrations. your hips roll against nothing, desperate for any kind of friction
in response, jongho’s free hand drifts to where your dress rests mid thigh, and he ghosts his fingers below the fabric, slowly pushing it further up your legs. as he does, he slots his hips between your legs, inching closer to your aching core
he looks so big hovering over you like this. hands, lips, and tongue masterfully work you up until you’re shaking with need
”jjong please,” you whine, earning another deep chuckle
”please what, angel?” he looks up at you from where he’d just begun marking your breasts with blooms of red and purple, and the sight nearly ends you.
“touch me, please,” you roll your hips again and he smirks. he slides his hands from your breasts, fingers moving with the curves of your hips as he glides them down to where your dress has ridden up your thighs
”since you asked so nicely,” he coos, “can i take this off of you?” he gently tugs on your dress, and you nod
you lift your hips as he carefully pulls the garment down the rest of your torso, over your full hips, and down your legs. his heated gaze doesn’t miss a single inch of skin as it’s revealed to him, and you notice the rise and fall of his chest has quickened
you lay on his bed in only your underwear, suddenly feeling a bit overexposed compared to him being fully dressed
he must sense your slight discomfort, noticing your eyes dancing over every clothed bit of him
”eyes here,” his voice drops an octave, stealing the breath from your lungs. you prop yourself up on your elbows to look into his dark eyes, not daring to look away as he slowly unbuttons his shirt
piece by piece, golden skin comes into view. despite the itch you have to drink him in, you keep your eyes on his. his eyebrow quirks up in a challenge, and you poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue, doubling down.
“i can’t decide if this means you’re a good girl, or if i’m in a world of trouble,” he teases, finally shedding his shirt and tossing it to join your dress on the floor.
“both, baby,” you wink, skin flushing at him calling you a good girl. “i’ll do whatever you say, and i’ll be stubborn about it,”
“perfect, keep it up,” he grins, reaching for his belt buckle
“oh, you asshole,” you refuse to even glance down, no matter how badly you want to, and you know he is loving it. “are you enjoying torturing me?”
“you’re the stubborn one here, angel,” he pops the buckle undone, slowly sliding the leather strap out from his belt loops. “no one is forcing you to keep those pretty eyes on mine.” the thunk of his belt hitting the floor almost makes you break your staring contest
”well, i’m not one to back down from a challenge, choi jongho,” you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as he starts unzipping his pants, confidence dripping from the way he looks at you
he finally pushes his pants down, kicking them to the side, and the black boxer briefs in the unfocused edge of your vision are taunting you
“go on then,” he rolls his shoulders back
”and do what?” you shoot back
“i got to look at your body,” his voice drops on his last word, “it’s only fair,”
you tilt your head at him in question, and he huffs out a laugh. “do you think i’m not gonna let you look at me all night, baby? go on,”
you didn’t realize how much tension you’d been holding in your shoulders, and you deflate as you finally let your eyes roam over his exposed skin
the realization hits you hard that the most skin you’ve seen up until this point has been his forearms, and the corded muscle under the skin of those is nothing compared to what dances beneath his golden shoulders, his chest, his thighs… your eyes drop to his cock straining against his boxers, and your cunt squeezes around nothing when you notice the little dark patch at his head
“holy shit,” you whisper without meaning to. this man is built like a fucking god and does a damn god job hiding it
“thank you, i think,” his shoulders seem to relax as well, especially as you sit up on the edge of the bed, entranced by the delectable body in front of you. you rest one hand on his stomach and look up to him for permission, and he nods, sighing when both of your hands begin exploring his warm skin
his muscles are so firm underneath his soft skin, and you let your hands roam over every inch of his torso. a finger brushes over his peaked nipple and he hisses, and suddenly his body comes down over you, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss
“i need to touch you, baby,” he whispers as he slots himself firmly between your legs, and you wrap your arms around his neck to keep yourself from falling back onto the mattress. “wrap your legs around me,” he orders, and you listen, doing exactly as he told you as he wraps a strong arm around your waist
suddenly you’re floating, and jongho plants a knee firmly on the mattress, holding you steady while crawling both of you up to the head of his bed, kissing you hot and wet all the while. he spreads his knees wide as he lays you down, spreading your legs open in the process, and rolling his hips against your clothed core
you feel his cock, hard and hot under his boxers, rolling into you over and over as he kisses you fervently. his lips, teeth, and tongue lavish your neck, and you feel like you’re on fire, arousal licking at the base of your spine
his lips travel down your body, nips and licks painting a trail straight to your center, where your boyfriend makes quick work of removing your soaked panties
“fucking hell,” he sighs when you’re finally spread open and bare in front of him. “fucking hell,” he repeats, before diving into your heat
“ah!” you cry out as his tongue spreads you open, lapping at you with a desperation you match immediately, meeting his tongue with roll after roll of your hips
he groans into your cunt, the vibrations waving through your whole body. his tongue swirls around your clit and you stifle a sob. all of the teasing and tension had you so worked up, you can’t stop yourself from immediately becoming a whining mess
“so sweet,” he praises you, sucking your clit between his soft lips as you feel a finger prodding at your entrance
he slides a finger inside of you easily, all of your arousal this evening making you slick and ready
”fuck,” you moan, propping yourself up again to watch him work you
his eyes burn into yours, mouth molded over your cunt, a strong arm working you
”more, baby, please,” you beg him, and he nods without taking his mouth off of you, adding another finger
“oh,” you whine, feeling the pressure building as he quickens his pace
the sounds coming from between your legs are sinful, wet fingers gliding in and out of you in combination with jongho’s groans
you can’t help but notice the way his hips start grinding into the mattress beneath him, and you find yourself wishing he was fucking into you instead
just as you imagine the way it’ll feel when he finally fills you, he curls his fingers inside of you, hitting the sensitive spot that has you dropping flat onto your back again
”mhm,” jongho encourages you, somehow knowing that your climax is quickly approaching
”i’m gonna— fuck,” you cry out as he firmly sucks your clit, grazing his teeth over the sensitive bud as he relentlessly pumps his fingers inside of you. he nods, and you know he’s understood
searing heat pools deep in your belly as your legs begin to shake, and jongho replaces his tongue with the pad of his thumb
”come on, beautiful, come for me,” the gravely tone of his voice only makes you more desperate for release, and a few pumps of his fingers later, you’re falling apart
”oh my god!” you cry out as your body shakes, thighs clamping shut around his arm, but he doesn’t stop working you
he eases you through it, pushing into you firm and deep, holding his thumb firmly over your clit, and the pressure deliciously draws out your climax
“that’s my good girl,” he whispers, peppering your thighs with gentle kisses while he gingerly pulls out of you. your eyes fall closed, his soft touches soothing you
he kisses every bit of skin he can get his mouth on, rubbing circles into your hips while you come down. jongho knows just how to touch your body to make you feel safe and loved, and no doubt or uncertainty creeps in
“how’re you feeling, angel?” he asks between kisses, his loving presence warming your chest
you force your tired eyes open to look into his, and to no surprise, his gaze is full of heated adoration. you allow yourself to feel just how much you’re falling for this man
“amazing,” you sigh, holding your arms out to him, reaching for his face. he hovers over you, brushing your hair from your forehead as you cradle his head in your hands
“you’re amazing,” he whispers, nudging the tip of your nose with his
you arch up slightly to connect your lips with his, and the second his tongue slips into your mouth, the taste of yourself in his mouth has arousal seeping into your belly once again
he kisses you deep and tender, slotting between your legs again, and you meet his hips as they press into you
a moan rips from your throat when you feel his solid length rub against your soaking wet cunt, and he grinds into you, earning another sweet sound
“you sound so pretty when you’re needy,” he rolls his hips again and you meet his thrust, forcing yourself down as hard as you can, greedy for friction
“please, jjong, i need you to fuck me,” you whine, reaching for the band of his boxers
“who am i to deny a beautiful girl when she’s greedy for my cock?” his voice is amused, yet full of desire, and his mouth catches yours as you feel him pushing out of his underwear
you hear the fabric hit the floor as your boyfriend kisses you thoroughly, each lap of his tongue and nibble of his teeth turning you into a writhing desperate mess. he gets settled between your legs once again, caging you beneath his strong body
“i need you inside me now or i’m gonna cry,” you whimper as you feel the solid head of his cock slip between your folds, and he hisses at the sensation
he nods, sitting up a bit, settling back on his haunches, and you sit up with him, eyes gliding down his body to his hard cock
he’s pink and long, rock solid and thick enough that you feel your cunt pulse at the thought of him filling you. the velvety tip is leaking pearly white, and your mouth waters
he wraps a hand around the base of his cock and you sigh, tension bleeding out of you knowing you’re a moment closer to being fucked
he positions himself between your legs, kneading your thigh with his free hand
“ready?” he questions, inching closer to you, slipping his head between your lips again, notching it at your entrance. his eyes are nearly black, pupils so wide with desire that the deep brown has nearly disappeared completely
“please,” you beg, nodding so hard you feel your cheeks jiggle
the moment he presses forward your eyes drop to where your bodies are connected, and you watch in awe as he disappears inside you inch by inch, filling you completely
as soon as he’s fully seated inside you, you look back up to him to see his jaw hanging open, sweat beading on his forehead
“fuck,” you whimper when he shifts forward on his knees, pushing ever deeper
“yeah,” he agrees, “fuck,”
when he leans over your body to kiss you, the angle of his cock shifts, bumping where you needed him most, and you both fall flat onto the mattress at the feeling
he keeps his lips on yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he pulls out, pushing back in with a force that has your back arching into him
he quickly finds a pace that draws delicious moans from the both of you, the room filled with a symphony of skin on skin and sounds of pleasure
“you feel so good, baby,” he praises you, pulling his mouth from yours to sit back again and put more power into his thrusts
you gasp as he fucks you even deeper, his powerful thighs propelling him forward with each thrust, fucking into you so deliciously hard you feel like you could split in half
“fuck, jjong,” you throw your head back as his pubic bone connects with your swollen clit, every thrust pushing you closer to another climax
he cups one of your breasts in his hand, swiping his thumb over your nipple as he squeezes, the extra arousal drawing you higher and higher
“i’m not gonna last very long, baby, you look so fucking good i can hardly take it,” he pumps into you relentlessly, tweaking your nipple with his skilled fingers, gripping your hip tightly with his free hand
“me neither, fuck, feels too good,” you mumble, feeling your brain starting to go fuzzy as the pressure deep in your belly builds and builds. he pinches your nipple hard, and you squeeze around his cock
“oh my god, baby,” he throws his head back, black strands of hair sticking to his forehead
“i want you to come all over me jjong,” you whine, meeting each of his thrusts the best you can “please, come all over me,”
“fuck, okay,” he grunts, moving his hand from your hip and slipping it between your legs, “but i want you to come with me, okay beautiful?”
the second his thumb connects with your clit you know you’re too far gone to respond with spoken words, the only noise you’re able to make being a wanton moan, but you nod and continue to roll your hips to meet his, squeezing around him again
“i’m close, baby, fuck,” his rhythm begins to falter and so does his thumb on your clit
as soon as he slips out of you and wraps a hand around his cock, you swat his hand out from between your legs, replacing his fingers on your clit with your own
“come on,” you force out, rubbing your clit how you know will get you there any moment, the contact immediately pushing you right to the edge. “come on me, come with me,”
his eyes blow wide open at the sight of you, and he furiously pumps his cock right over your heat, eyes glued to where your fingers swim through your wetness
“i’m gonna–” he starts, throwing his head back and firmly squeezing the base of his cock
he looks back down at you, fire in his eyes, as he starts pumping again, faster and harder, “i’m coming, shit,”
“fuck, give it to me,” you cry out as your body starts to shake, and as soon as you feel your orgasm wracking through you, you feel his hot ropes of release landing on your breasts
you watch as spurt after spurt of his come covers your body, and the sight only draws your orgasm out even longer
without warning, he collapses over you and slips his still hard cock back inside you, and you sigh when you’re filled again
he kisses you over and over, pressing his torso firmly to yours, the come between you making your bodies slick, and he thrusts into you gently
“wow,” you sigh when you start to feel him soften slightly inside of you, letting your eyes fall closed while he continues to kiss every inch of you he can reach
“wow is right,” he whispers, “i could stay inside of you forever”
“please do,” you tease
“don’t mind if i do,” you know you’re in for it when you catch the mischief in his voice. he swiftly wraps your legs around his waist and holds you tight. “hold on,”
you squeal as he easily manipulates your body once again, picking you up and climbing off the bed to carry you to his en suite bathroom
he hardens inside of you as you wait for the shower to heat up, and before you know it, he’s fucking you again against the shower wall, making you come on his cock over and over until you can barely keep your eyes open
he helps you get dressed in one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers before quietly slipping out of the room with a whispered promise that he’d return soon
after long moments of struggling to keep your eyes open and listening to him shuffling around the kitchen, he returns with tylenol and a bottle of water, a hot cup of broth, and a bowl of rice crackers
“what’s all this?” you sit up against his headboard, accepting the broth while he sets the rest on the nightstand next to you
“i’m a big aftercare guy,” he sounds shy at the admission, but you’re grateful. you’ve never had a partner care to ensure your wellbeing after intimacy, and you find yourself longing for snuggles and pillowtalk
he climbs into bed with you as you down the broth, its warmth filling your belly and making you feel even more sleepy
he reaches over you to grab the tylenol and water, ensuring you take the pill and drink at least half of the water
you snuggle under the blankets together, sharing the rice crackers in a comfortable silence
“i’m happy i followed you that day,” you admit into the silence of the dim room
“me too,” he agrees, “but i think we would’ve ended up here even if you didn’t”
“why’s that?”
“i probably would’ve ended up doing the same thing just to get closer to you,” he rubs soothing circles into your skin, and your eyes start to feel heavy. “the first moment i saw you, i was entranced by how beautiful you were,” he opens his mouth to continue but stops himself. you give him a moment to gather his thoughts
“it was supposed to be yeosang that day,” he admits, and you immediately know that he means when he subbed for professor jeong in class. “it was supposed to be yeosang, but i knew you were in that class, so i begged yeosang to watch bomi so i could be there instead, and maybe have a chance to talk to you”
“jongho !” you giggle, snuggling into him. “and here i thought i was the creep,” you tease
“hey, look where we ended up, i’d do it again any day,” he admits
“and i’d follow you to your office again any day,” your last word morphs into a yawn, and you let your eyes fall shut
he continues gently massaging your skin until your breathing begins to even out
“goodnight, my angel,” he whispers, pulling you closer to him as sleep finally takes you
you wake the next morning, rolling over to find the other side of the bed empty. the alarm clock on jongho’s nightstand reads 8:17AM, and the lack of warmth on his side of the bed means he must have been up for a while
the rich smell of coffee floats into the room, along with the sound of jongho shuffling around the kitchen. running water, a pot being set down, liquid being poured, and soft music
you sit up, stretching your tired limbs, grinning to yourself as you feel the soreness in your hips. memories of last night flash through your mind, warming your cheeks
you quietly get out of bed, deciding to try to sneak a glimpse of jongho in his natural habitat
in the light of day you can see the clean decor of his bedroom. neutral tones, natural materials, sleek lines, and simple furniture. you creep out of his room, noting that the same style runs through the rest of the apartment as well, along with pops of color and other little toys and things of bomi’s, which bring a smile to your face
as you approach the kitchen you hear jongho’s rich voice humming along to the music he has playing
when the kitchen finally comes into view, the first thing you notice is your shirtless boyfriend, black sweatpants slung low on his hips. his back is to you, his muscles dancing beneath his skin as he fiddles with something on the counter
without turning around, he says “good morning, angel,” and you hear the smile in his voice
“hi baby,” you cross through the kitchen, wrapping your arms around your boyfriends waist once you reach him, pressing your cheek against his back. his skin is so warm against yours, and he sighs into your touch
”how’d you sleep?” he asks, finishing what he’s working on and spinning around in your arms to face you
“so good,”
the morning light casts a brilliant glow across his golden skin, and his rosy lips pull up into a grin when he looks down at you
“you look beautiful,” he whispers before softly kissing your forehead
“i just woke up, jjong, i highly doubt that,” you giggle, nuzzling into his broad chest
“i don’t,” he squeezes you in his arms. “you’re always beautiful, especially when you just woke up, in my shirt, and in my house,” he kisses the top of your head before turning back to the counter.
you will away the redness trying to spread across your cheeks at his words, laughing it off. jongho spins back around holding two hot mugs of coffee, one black, and one with the perfect amount of milk in it
“i think i got your milk-to-coffee ratio right,” he smiles sheepishly as he hands you your mug
”you sure did,” you grin back, taking the drink from him
“wanna get back in bed?” he offers, wiggling his eyebrows as he takes a sip of his coffee
“coffee in bed with my hot boyfriend? yes please,” you turn toward his room, swaying your hips a little more exaggerated than you normally would, and he hurries after you, giving your ass a light smack
you get settled in bed, both of you propped against the headboard, jongho slinging one arm over your shoulder. you sink into his touch, feeling at peace being surrounded by his warmth and his scent
“i was thinking we’d go grab breakfast, then maybe visit that new museum that just opened by campus?” he rubs your shoulder while he runs through his ideas for the day, but something in your chest tightens
“jjong…” you whisper, setting your mug down on the nightstand next to you, turning to face him
“hm?” his gaze shifts to something more serious at the tone of your voice. he sets his coffee down too, turning to give you his full attention
“can we… go get bomi from yeosang’s? and bring her with us?” your voice comes out a lot less confident than you wished it would, so you push forward. “i would really love to spend some more time with her, get to know her… i know i’ve hung out with her once or twice, but she’s just so sweet, and if we’re gonna be together, i feel like i should be around her more, and i just–”
he cuts you off with a searing kiss, pulling your body close to him, and you’re thankful you set your coffee down or you’d be making a mess. he takes control of your body, pulling you on top of him, and you settle your knees on either side of his hips
when he breaks the kiss, you notice how unsteady his breathing is
“jongho?” you whisper, cradling his face in your hands, tilting it up to make him look at you. when his eyes meet yours, you see they’re lined with silver
“you want to spend time with my daughter?” he asks, sniffling
“of course i do, jjong, she’s a part of you, and if i’m your girlfriend that means she’ll be a part of me too,” you decide you don’t care how what you’re saying implies how serious you want your relationship to become. the love in his eyes tells you all you need to know, without needing to hear it
“absolutely,” he whispers, deep eyes scanning your face for any hint of doubt. when he doesn’t find any, he continues “when should we go get her?”
“can we… go now?” you grin, already thinking about all the laughs the three of you will share together
jongho’s eyes light up, and his arms tighten around you before he gives you a soft, lasting kiss
“alright then, i’ll take you home to get ready,” his grin widens, “then i’m taking my girls on a breakfast date.”
✦ summary: the one where you run into yungi at the hotel bar the night before the concert and they can’t get enough of you.
✦ warnings/tags: MDNI! 18+, explicit, smut, oral sex (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), threesome, light spanking, light choking, praise kink if you squint, fingering, cream pie (x2), unprotected sex, mingi is feral, yungi are freaks in the sheets but gentle and tender in the streets, they fall FAST and i know thats unrealistic idc, reader is a big girl (like me!) and a lil self conscious about it (like me!!) and the boys are having NONE of that, they worship her
✦ pairing: idol!yunho x fem!plussize!reader x idol!mingi
✦ author’s note: this is a repost of the first fic i ever wrote over a year ago, edited for minor details and things! the original does still exist on my page but i just wanted to repost and put this one back out there because it is SO near and dear to my heart (and i am ACTUALLY working on a part 2 right now). this fic is ENTIRELY self indulgent and i am so attached to the way yunho and mingi are in this story. i hope you love it ᰔ
“Mom, it’s beautiful. Thank you again for helping me stay here.”
Your mom is on speakerphone as you unpack your suitcase in a hotel room you could never afford to book for yourself. She always asks you to call her when you’ve made it to your destination, whether it’s just up the street or across the continent. You look around at the forest green walls and plush, intricate cream colored carpet. Walking over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, you pull back the lacy beige curtains to look down at the city below you.
“Of course, sweetie. Those points were just collecting dust, so I figured I should let someone put them to good use.” Your mom chuckles and lets out a soft sigh. She doesn’t travel often, but she’s very savvy with her credit cards to save up points for you to use on occasion.
“I appreciate it, this place just feels way too nice for me to be allowed to stay here,” you laugh as you carry your toiletry bag and bath sheet to the bathroom. Hotel towels tend to be small for you, so you’ve started bringing your own.
If the expensive artwork that adorned the lobby walls wasn’t enough to make you feel out of place, the crystal water glasses on the marble bathroom counter sure were. The whole hotel has a dark elegant aesthetic that you find absolutely breathtaking.
“You’ve been working hard lately, y/n. You deserve a break! I know it’s been a while since you’ve been able to take time off,” your mom reminds you.
You take a deep breath as you head back into the main room, recalling the frustrating conversation with your boss that led to you being able to be here. Work has felt impossible lately given how understaffed the office has been, and you practically had to beg for a few days off. She reluctantly agreed as long as you put in a few hours of overtime when you returned. You complied with zero hesitation— you’d do anything to make it to the concert.
“You’re right, I know. I’ll definitely be making the most of my time out of the office.” You wait for your mom’s reply as you start pulling clothes out of your open suitcase. After another beat of silence, she takes a deep breath.
“Be safe, honey. You know how I feel about you traveling alone.” You can hear her nerves through the phone. She’s such a worrier.
Putting your folded clothes in one of the ornate dresser drawers, you attempt to reassure her. “I know, I know. I’ll be meeting up with some friends tomorrow so I’ll be in good company. I’ll send lots of pictures, and you have my location.”
“Okay, okay. You’re right. You’re a big girl, I know you can take care of yourself.” She chuckles at herself for being so overbearing. “Have fun, honey. I can’t wait to see pictures.”
“I’ll send you so many pictures, you’ll regret asking for some,” you laugh as you zip up your empty suitcase to stash it in the closet.
After finishing up your phone call, you head for the bathroom to wash your face. Feeling tired after the long drive, you need a quick refresh before settling in for the evening. You woke up before sunrise to drive here, so a nap may be in order.
Once you’ve sufficiently dried your face with a towel that probably costs more than your face wash, you waltz over to your king sized bed and flop down belly first. Your eyes feel heavy as you let your body relax for what feels like the first time in weeks. You have a long weekend ahead of you, with two nights in a row of seeing your favorite boys, so you should rest while you can. You let your limbs sink into the plush mattress and allow yourself to drift off. Just a short nap, and then you’ll go get some dinner downstairs.
You wake with a jolt as your subconscious reminds you that you forgot to set an alarm. You frantically reach for your phone to check the time, letting out a deep sigh of relief when you see you’ve only slept an hour. You roll onto your back, dropping your phone next to you and rubbing your face in an attempt to get your body to catch up with your brain. Once your heart rate settles a bit you sit up in your still-made bed.
As you lay atop the fluffy comforter, your groggy mind wanders to the events of tomorrow. You run through your plans for the day, starting with brunch down the street with some friends you’ve made online. You haven’t seen them since the last tour, and you know it’ll be a tearful reunion. Having long distance internet friends is tough, but the time you get to spend together makes up for it, no matter how infrequent.
After brunch, you’ll all be heading to the venue. Following the pre-show excitement outside the venue, it’ll be time to line up for soundcheck. It’ll be your first time experiencing soundcheck for Ateez, and the thought of being so close to the members causes a familiar uneasiness to settle in the pit of your stomach.
Butterflies. Every night before going to a concert, you have uncontrollable butterflies in your stomach. The thrill of seeing your favorite boys onstage never fails to give you a physical reaction. You have been loving Ateez for years now and have seen them in concert a handful of times, but that same feeling creeps up on you the night before without fail.
Amidst the fluttering, you feel a deep rumbling in your stomach. You realize you haven’t eaten since you stopped to use the bathroom at a rest stop. Hopping out of bed, you go to your dresser to grab your go-to black loungewear set and throw it on. High waisted sweatpants that accentuate your waist, and a matching crop top. You head over to the dark wooden vanity and plop down in one of the two plush armchairs accompanying it to tidy up your hair. The massive ornate mirror gives you the perfect spot to get ready.
As you reach up to tame your bedhead, your shirt creeps up a tiny bit, exposing your belly. You eye the way it pokes out over the waistband, but try to brush off the self consciousness creeping up. It’s best to shut those thoughts down now before you let them win and just order room service. Once you’re happy with the way your hair is framing your face, you get away from the mirror before it makes you alter your plans for the evening.
Surely treating yourself to a fancy dinner and a few drinks at the hotel bar will settle your nerves about tomorrow.
Two glasses of white wine and a plate full of pasta later, you find yourself ogling at the crystal chandeliers hanging above the bar. You make a mental note to do something special for your mom as a thank you. You adjust in the velvet barstool, trying to get the bartender's attention to order another glass of wine. A faintly familiar laugh ghosts past your ears, but you brush it off and continue your attempt to make eye contact with the bartender. Who would you possibly see here that you knew anyway? All your friends were staying at a hotel much closer to the concert venue.
Finally, the bartender’s eyes connect with yours, lighting up in recognition that you may need to add another drink to your tab. A heavy pour of pinot grigio later, she’s trotting off to the next guest. Taking a long sip of your wine, you hear another familiar laugh from the other end of the bar. Different from the last one, but still familiar. Letting your curiosity get the best of you, you glance down the bar to find the source of the warm laughter.
By some devastating stroke of fate, he looks at you the moment you look at him. As soon as your eyes meet his, your heart stops in your chest. You can feel the blood rush to your cheeks, and your hearing gets fuzzy. All the bar patrons chatting around you suddenly sound like they’re talking underwater. Everyone else in the room seems to fade away, and it feels as though it’s only you and him. You feel a thudding pulse in your chest as your heart jumps back to life.
His dark eyes shine with a mischievous glint as they refuse to leave yours. Your breath hitches in your chest when he smiles at you. You turn back to your wine in an attempt to hide the bright red cheeks you’re surely sporting. The sounds of the bar come rushing back into your ears and hit you like a freight train. The music, the chatter, the clinking of glasses are deafening as your rationality claws its way to the forefront of your brain. You down a sizable gulp of your drink, feeling your cheeks heat even more.
Absolutely not. No way. No chance in hell. Your mind is running a mile a minute trying to come up with any excuse as to who you think you just saw. How could you have ended up at the same hotel as them? You thought surely they’d stay somewhere even farther from the venue to avoid running into fans. It must just be some other devilishly handsome man with the warmest smile you’ve ever laid eyes on. Just a coincidence, for sure. You brush away the unruly hair that’s fallen in your face before turning to sneak another look.
Staring right back at you with a knowing grin is none other than Jeong Yunho himself. In your starstruck stupor you failed to notice the equally tall, broad shouldered blond man whom you realize was the owner of the second familiar laugh you heard. Yunho must’ve drawn his attention to you after your little staring contest, inspiring him to start one of his own. Song Mingi’s dark brown eyes burn into yours, sporting the same smirk as his best friend.
They both look devastatingly gorgeous. Barefaced, wearing oversized t-shirts and sweatpants, and they still look ethereal. Mingi has thin, black framed glasses perched on his slender nose. Yunho’s damp, dark hair peeks out from under a baseball cap. Seeing them stripped of anything that identifies them as idols makes your heart lurch. They look so… real.
You suddenly wish you put a little more effort into your solo dining outfit, feeling hyper aware of the way your midriff is showing again. You tug your shirt down a bit, adjusting in your seat to hide as best you can.
You take a sharp inhale as you realize how long your eyes have lingered on your two favorite idols. You turn back to face the bar, frantically searching for the bartender despite your half full glass of wine. After you close your tab, you can retreat back into your oversized hotel bed and pretend this never happened. Feeling their eyes burning into the back of your head and hearing their familiar voices quietly murmuring, you know that they know you recognized them. You’re sure they’re talking about wanting to enjoy their evening without the prying eyes of a fan — not that your eyes were the ones prying.
You let your mind wander after your third failed attempt to flag down the bartender. The way they were looking at you was not out of annoyance… but intrigue. Is it possible that they’re interested in you? Was Yunho’s knowing look not recognition of you as a fan, but something more flirtatious? That would be insane… Right?
Curiosity killed the cat.
You take a deep breath and turn to face them once again, puffing your chest out to feign more confidence than you’re feeling. Before you can even process that they were already walking towards you when you spun your barstool in their direction, Yunho is sitting to your left and Mingi on your right. They both synchronously set their whisky glasses on the bar.
“…Hi.” You manage to squeak out a quiet greeting.
You feel yourself shrinking between them as they look at you in silence. They’re so big.
Despite how fondly they’re looking at you, the back of your mind is screaming at you that you’re encroaching on their evening. You should go back to your room to give them privacy.
You nervously glance between the two men before letting all your thoughts out. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by…looking at you for so long, um, I-I’m sure the last thing you two want the night before a concert is a fan ogling at you from across the bar.” As you look at Yunho, you miss the way Mingi admires how well your round hips fill out your black sweatpants. The way your top rides up exposes a teasing glimpse of your skin, and he wonders if you feel as soft as you look.
Still oblivious, you continue your rambling. “As soon as I can close my tab,” Mingi drags his gaze from your exposed skin to your eyes as you turn to him, “I’ll get out of your hair so you guys can enjoy the rest of your evening.” As you hopelessly attempt for the fourth time to get the bartender's attention, Yunho kicks Mingi in the shin behind your barstool for looking at you like he wants to swallow you whole. He shoots him a glare that screams: Be a gentleman. Mingi chuckles lowly at his friend's silent warning and takes a sip of his whisky.
The bartender finally turns in your direction. Your hand is about to shoot up to flag her down, but you’re stopped dead in your tracks by the low timbre of Yunho’s voice.
“What if we don’t want you to leave?”
You turn to him in disbelief. Before you can stop yourself, the words leave your lips. “You want me to stay?”
All your life, you’ve shied away from attention. Not that attention was often given to you, but when it was, it was hardly positive. You’ve slowly become more and more comfortable in your body, learning to dress in ways that you feel accentuate your curves rather than hide them. It’s easy to momentarily retreat back into the mindset of the little girl who was surrounded by judgment. Now is one of those moments.
As if he could hear your thoughts, Mingi chimes in from behind you, his voice lower than Yunho’s. He feels closer to you than he was a moment ago, his scent of sage and jasmine mixed with the whisky on his breath intoxicating you. “What’s wrong with wanting to spend time with a pretty girl?” His deep voice sends a chill down your spine, and a familiar pool of warmth settles in the pit of your stomach. Get it together y/n, Song Mingi just called you pretty, what’s the big deal?
Noticing the reaction Mingi’s compliment elicited from you, Yunho realizes he needs to ground you so they can get a concrete answer to their proposal. The last thing he wants is a hazy agreement clouded by alcohol and attraction.
“What’s your name, doll?” He asks. Your heart skips at the pet name, but you try to keep your reaction internal.
“Y/n.” Your voice comes out barely above a whisper. Yunho chuckles at your shyness.
“Cute. Well, y/n, given how desperately you’ve been trying to get away from us, it’s clear that you respect our privacy. We’re not bothered by your presence in the slightest, in fact it’s quite the opposite.” Yunho smiles softly as he expresses his gratitude. You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks again at his recognition of your attempted escape. “Can we buy you a drink? If you still want to run away afterwards, we’ll help you lace up your shoes.”
Three rounds of drinks and two hours later, you find yourself laughing in a corner booth listening to Yunho and Mingi poke fun at their leader. The bar has cleared out, leaving you three and one other table.
“I can’t believe he already lost the team ring,” Yunho chokes out between giggles. His cheeks are flushed from his second glass of whisky, eyes shining at the server as he places down a third.
“How many pairs of Airpods has he gone through? I don’t know why he thought he could keep track of an expensive piece of jewelry.” Mingi rolls his eyes and chuckles thinking about Hongjoong’s complicated history with headphones.
“Be nice, he bought you guys those rings didn’t he?” You wipe the tears from your eyes after finally catching your breath. Hearing them so freely joke about their leader’s habit of losing things has left you in stitches. After a quick sip of the whisky that Mingi talked you into trying, you continue. “The least you can do is all pitch in to buy him a replacement.”
Yunho laughs at your suggestion, placing his glass down next to yours. “You don’t have to defend him, y/n.” He takes your hand in his, and you try not to make it obvious how the size difference affects you. “Even if we did get him a new one, who’s to say he won’t lose that one too?”
He absentmindedly rubs his large thumb across the back of your hand. You softly clear your throat in an attempt to silence the fangirl screaming in your head that he’s touching you.
Yunho must’ve mistook your response for discomfort and he pulls his hand away. The last thing he wants is to make you uneasy. If he only knew. You almost let out a whine at the loss of contact, but reel it in before it’s too late. Be cool, y/n.
Mingi picks up on your inner dialogue and wants nothing more than to resolve the tension. Yunho may not notice it, but Mingi sees the way your breath hitches whenever one of them gets close to you. He saw the way heat rushed to your cheeks when Yunho complimented the color of your eyes. He noticed how shy you became when he caught your gaze lingering on his lips. He even picked up on the curious challenge in your eyes when you caught him looking at the strip of skin between your top and the waistband of your sweatpants that he just can’t get enough of.
He sees that glimmer of confidence trying to shine through. He knows you can be bold, but he may need to force it out of you.
“It’s getting awfully late Yuyu, don’t you think?” Yunho looks at Mingi , his gaze laced with confusion. Your heart rate quickens at the thought of your evening coming to an end.
“Mingi, it’s 9:30.” Yunho looks at his friend quizzically, not understanding where he’s going with this. Mingi can tell if you don’t stop the night from ending early, Yunho will. Yunho wants you just as bad as Mingi does.
“Right, but we have a long day tomorrow. Don’t you think we should turn in soon?” Mingi side eyes you, but your nervous gaze lands on Yunho, awaiting his response. When his answer is just another confused look in Mingi’s direction, you decide to take matters into your own hands.
“Actually…” you take a deep breath. You fail to notice the way the corner of Mingi’s mouth quirks up, as if he already knows what’s coming. “I was going to offer up a few bottles of soju I have in my room? I brought them for my friends and I for tomorrow, but I can always grab more at the liquor store down the street. I feel like I owe you guys for the last few rounds anyway.” You swirl your big ice cube around your glass, watching it melt into your drink as you avoid eye contact with the men staring back at you.
There she is. Mingi gleams with pride as he waits for Yunho to catch up. After a beat of silence, Mingi hears a soft sigh of realization from Yunho, followed by a subtle under-the-table high five. They’re going to love playing with you.
“We would love that,” Yunho says with a mischievous smile.
It’s endearing to Yunho and Mingi how palpably nervous you are. You used up all of your courage to ask them up to your room, and you’ve retreated once again into your overthinking mind. You’re perched cautiously on the edge of your large bed, that earlier felt so safe to you. Bouncing your leg and staring at the floor, you’re wondering if the impulsive invitation you extended was the right decision. If you would just look up from the elegant detailing of the carpeting, you’d see how softly they were admiring you. Mingi can’t keep his eyes off of your plump thighs, imagining how they would feel on either side of his —
“Y/n, can I get you a drink?” Yunho asks, interrupting Mingi’s thoughts. Mingi burns a hole in Yunho’s cheek before turning to you, softening his gaze and awaiting your reply. They're sitting in the two lush armchairs accompanying the vanity, having turned them around to face you. Mingi’s legs are crossed, his cheeks are flushed, and his glasses are pushed up into his spiky blond hair. He’s gently gripping the arms of his chair, fiddling with a button fastened to the fabric, resisting the urge to show you how much he wants you right then and there.
Yunho’s legs are spread wide, and he’s perched up on his elbows, resting them on his knees. He’s taken his hat off, leaving it on your vanity. His dark hair loosely hangs over his forehead. “It feels odd to ask you that in your own hotel room,” he chuckles, finally getting you to look him in the eyes. Mingi looks you up and down with an unreadable smirk and bated breath.
“Yes please,” you replied softly, giving him a shy smile.
“You got it, where’s the soju?” Yunho replies, sitting up in his chair to over exaggerate his curious glance around the room.
“In the mini fridge,” you point down the hallway toward the bathroom, “it’s tucked away in the closet by the front door.” Before you can finish your sentence, he’s up and moving down the hallway.
In his absence, you glance at the big mirror propped on the vanity behind Mingi. Unbeknownst to you, you’re both looking where your crop top has shifted up once again and having very different thoughts on your bare stomach. Mingi wants to see more of you, yet you can’t look at it another second, pulling your top down to meet your waistband. It creeps up slowly again, a deep sigh of defeat leaving your lips.
Mingi feels your insecurity radiating off of you, seeing the way your brow furrows at yourself in the mirror. If only you saw what he and Yunho did.
He clears his throat, “y/n,” he says softly,
“Hm?” Your gaze softens as you look to him, immediately taken aback by the sheer adoration in his eyes, and you realize he was just watching you that whole time.
He chuckles at your realization, “you look incredible in that outfit,” he says, looking you up and down with a grin.
You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks “Mingi, I —“
The sound of rustling and clinking from down the hallway grabs both of your attention. Yunho reappears, balancing two bottles of soju and three crystal glasses in his large hands. “I missed my calling as a server,” he laughs, handing you and Mingi each a glass and cracking open the first bottle. In the silence he can sense your nerves and Mingi’s eagerness, wholly unaware of the interaction the two of you just had.
“Y/n, I can feel you thinking. Can I speak freely?” He tilts his head at you like a puppy, a look of genuine concern in his eyes. His sudden change in demeanor takes you by surprise.
“Of course, Yunho,” you reply, trying to put on a brave face.
“You have no reason to be so nervous with us,” Yunho starts, “we wouldn’t have spent the last few hours with you if we didn’t want to. We’ve had a lot of fun with you tonight, and we said yes to coming up here so we could continue to get to know you better, not just to be nice,” he says, as if he had read your mind. He pours a bit of soju into your glass, then Mingi’s, then his. The silence is palpable as you wait to see if he has more to say, Mingi not giving any non verbal clues as to how he’s feeling. He looks like he wants to say something but decides not to, letting his friend take the lead.
Yunho places his soju down on the vanity and walks over to you, squatting down to meet your eyes. The close proximity makes your cheeks warm, only worsening when he plants his hands next to your hips on the mattress, his thumbs grazing you. He smells like citrus and leather. “If you’re uncomfortable and want us to leave, we will. If not, we’d like to,” he glances at Mingi, who gives him a small nod, then back to you, “enjoy our night together.”
His eyes search yours, and you wonder if he can hear your chest thudding at the implications. They like you. You don’t know if it’s Yunho’s intoxicating scent or the way Mingi can’t look away from your exposed belly, but something compels you to finally let go of all the negativity that has been plaguing your brain all evening.
“Yes, please,” you sigh, suddenly breathless. Yunho glances down at your lips, then back to your eyes, inching closer to you. You feel dizzy being this close to him, the sudden onset of lust in his eyes making your head spin. Now that he knows you want him too, he’s not ashamed to let his intentions show.
Mingi stands up from behind Yunho, clearing his throat, effectively shaking you and Yunho out of your desire-fueled gaze. He picks up both of their glasses of soju, passing Yunho’s to him.
“Cheers,” he says, “to our paths crossing tonight.” He looks expectantly to the two of you, spurring both of you to stand up and raise your glasses. “Cheers,” you and Yunho say almost in unison, giddily clinking your glasses with Mingi’s and downing your drinks. You feel your face warming up as the alcohol burns its way down your throat, the tension in your muscles dissipating.
“Do your cheeks always get so flushed when you drink?” Yunho asks, a fond smile dancing across his lips. You laugh, walking to your bedside table to set your glass down. “Unfortunately, yes,” you say as you turn back toward him, your heart swelling at him noticing such a small detail about you.
“Cute,” he comments, stepping toward you and brushing a stray piece of hair out of your face. Your breath quickens at the compliment, his thumb gently caressing your cheek as you look eagerly into his warm brown eyes.
“I think she liked that,” you glance over Yunho’s shoulder to see Mingi grinning at your reaction. He takes the glasses off of his head to set them on the vanity. “Give her another compliment,” he says, stepping around Yunho to brush the hair off of your shoulder, exposing the column of your neck.
”Is that right, doll?” Yunho asks, his fingers ghosting down your neck to fiddle with your necklace, the pet name he used with you earlier in the evening sending a rush of arousal straight to your core. You nod, lips parted and breathing heavily. Your body feels like it’s on fire.
“If it’s compliments you want, it’s compliments you’ll get,” Yunho releases the chain around your neck and steps behind you, gently placing one of his large hands on your exposed waist. “You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen,” he teases, softly squeezing your supple skin before sliding his hand around to your belly and pulling you in flush to his chest. You let out a breathless laugh, putting your hand over his and threading your fingers together. You tilt your head to the side to lean into him, desperately wanting his mouth on your neck.
“How’re you feeling?” Mingi approaches you, softly taking your other hand in his, caressing it with his thumb. Yunho’s grip loosens on your belly, but you lean into him so he knows not to let go. You hear a soft chuckle of understanding from behind you.
“We aren’t misreading things, are we?” Mingi looks at you, a hint of cautious concern lingering under his lust blown gaze.
“Absolutely not,” you say, gripping his hand and pulling him closer to you.
After a beat of heavy breathing and searching eyes, you throw caution to the wind and let go of Mingi’s hand to bring yours up to his face, gently threading your fingers into his hair. He leans into your hand, letting his eyes close as he relishes in your touch. He lets out a breathy moan, letting his mouth hang open.
“We’re so glad we found you,” Yunho says, almost in a whisper against the shell of your ear, his hot breath down your neck causing your body to shiver in anticipation. Mingi nods in agreement into your palm, opening his eyes to get a good look at you.
“You are breathtaking,” Mingi gingerly wraps his hand around the back of your neck and you wish for a moment that he would stop being so gentle with you. “Y/n, please,” he asks, his breath heaving, “can I kiss you?” The desperation in his voice almost makes your knees give out.
You let out a giggle mixed with a sigh of relief, “I was thinking I’d have to start begging you,” you lean closer to him waiting for him to make his move. The image of you on your knees for him flashes through Mingi’s mind, pushing him over the edge as he crashes his lips into yours.
The hand on the back of your neck threads up into your hair as he presses further into your mouth, parting your lips with his tongue. You invite him in with a whine, gripping his hair to pull him closer. You feel crowded between the two of them, Mingi pushing you further back into Yunho. Yunho inhales sharply at the feeling of you pressed against him, letting out a low groan into your ear. Mingi coasts his large palm up to your waist as he explores your mouth, finally able to feel the skin of your stomach he had been fixated on all night. His fingers dance along your exposed belly, and he savors how soft you feel.
“Touch me Min, please,” you sigh, pushing your ass further back into Yunho. You feel him getting harder with each pulse of contact, and the thought of him getting hard for you has your mind reeling.
“You sound so pretty when you’re needy,” Mingi whispers, kissing down your jawline and settling on your neck. His hand creeps up underneath the thin fabric of your shirt as he ghosts his fingers along the underside of your bra. “Ask him again, sweetheart,” Yunho sighs behind you, you can feel Mingi smiling as he nips and sucks on your throat.
“Mingi, please —“ your words stop in your throat as Yunho’s hot mouth descends on the other side of your neck. You moan softly, reaching for both of them. They’re driving you insane — you want more, you want them closer, you need to feel their skin on yours.
”Have something to say, doll?” Yunho teases, sucking at the skin just below your ear, releasing with a pop and planting a kiss to your hair.
“I need someone to touch me right now or I’m gonna scream,” you whine, pressing your ass into Yunho and your chest toward Mingi, clinging to them like your life depends on it. You feel them everywhere but still not where you need them most. The deep pulsing in your core gets more and more intense with every kiss, lick, and frantic touch. “Please —“ you groan at a particularly sharp nip at your neck, followed by Mingi’s hot wet tongue to soothe you, “please, fuck, I need you,”
“I’m gonna need you to be a little more specific baby,” Mingi whispers, “need me where?” He pauses his assault on your neck to shift his hand to cup one of your breasts. “Here?” Your head knocks back into the firm plane of Yunho’s chest.
“Or here?” Yunho asks, boldly snaking his hand down to cup your heat, a whine leaving your lips.
“Anywhere, everywhere,” you pant, attempting to spread your legs to give Yunho better access. He pushes the heel of his hand down firmly on your pubic bone, drawing a whine up your throat. Mingi chuckles at your desperate mewls and it suddenly feels impossibly hot in your hotel room. “I want you to take my clothes off,” you sigh, running one hand up Mingi’s chest and the other around the back of Yunho’s neck, “and I want to feel your hands on every inch of my body.”
You turn your head to look up to Yunho, and he finally presses his lips to yours ever so gently. “There she is,” he smirks, sighing into your mouth as his tongue pokes out to swipe across your bottom lip.
“Anything for you, baby,” Mingi resumes his attack on your neck, and in a sea of sloppy kisses, whiny moans, and wandering hands, one of your lovers manages to pull your shirt up and off over your head. Yunho spins you around to face him, never breaking the kiss. You feel Mingi blindly fumbling with the clasp on your bra, finally freeing your breasts from their confines.
Yunho’s lips leave yours, his eyes wandering down to your exposed chest. He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, letting out a low groan. “Look at you, baby,” Mingi coos from behind you, “even prettier than I imagined they’d be,” he reaches around you to palm your plump breast, rolling one of your pebbled nipples between his rough fingers. “You look like a goddess,” he sighs, bringing his mouth to your neck once again.
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” Yunho ducks his head down to catch your other nipple between his teeth, immediately soothing the bite with his tongue, “so fucking beautiful,” you lean into their touch, suddenly feeling so raw, an exposed nerve.
The praise paired with the both of them working your body like they’ve known it for years is overwhelming, the intimacy of it all tugging at your starved heart. It feels delicious, but you haven’t felt this cared for in a long time. You pinch your eyes closed to stop the tears, but the tightness in your throat causes your breath to tremble before you can stop it. Their movements still at the sound as they both realize the shift in emotion, arms and hands quickly surrounding you for comfort.
“Hey, hey, what is it, doll?” Yunho holds your face in his hands as he brushes a tear from your cheek. You open your eyes to see both of them looking down at you with concerned gazes.
“I-I’m sorry,” you start tapping each finger to your thumb, counting each one to calm your breathing, “I don’t want you to stop, it’s just a little overwhelming, in a good way,” you reach for Yunho’s cheek and Mingi’s hand simultaneously, needing to reassure them both that you just need a minute. They reciprocate your touch without hesitation.
“You’re just making me feel really fucking special and worshipped and I’m not used to it, it’s— a lot,” Yunho turns to kiss your palm, waiting for your breathing to even. You feel Mingi’s other hand rubbing circles into your lower back, the motion helping bring you back down to earth. Slowly but surely, your breathing steadies.
“You are special, y/n,” Mingi says, almost in a whisper, “and we want to worship you, it’s what you deserve,” he dips down, searching your eyes. You nod, signaling for him to continue. He nods right back, placing a tender kiss on your lips that knocks the wind right out of you.
“Let us worship you,” he sighs against your lips, gently kissing the corner of your mouth, your nose, your forehead, settling against your temple. His lips are so soft, peppering gentle kisses along your hairline.
”Do you trust us, sweetheart?” Yunho asks, still leaning into your palm.
“Of course I do,” you brush your thumb across his cheek.
“Let us take care of you,” he looks down at your chest and you see the lust reignite in his dark eyes.
“Take care of me,” you repeat. Yunho’s breath quickens as he meets your eyes again. You’re suddenly aware that your chest is exposed when they’re both still fully clothed, “but can someone else please take their clothes off too?” Yunho and Mingi both laugh at your straightforwardness, but the energy shifts when you run your hand down Yunho’s chest, stopping at the hem of his shirt.
Yunho nods and you pull his shirt off together. You marvel at his firm chest and his lean muscles, letting your eyes wander over every inch of his bare skin. Before you can catch your breath, he shucks off his sweats and is standing before you in just his boxer briefs. “Your turn,” he chuckles, pulling you towards him by the band of your sweatpants. You giggle, catching yourself on his chest and weaving your hands up around the back of his neck.
Mingi watches the two of you affectionately as Yunho dives down the back of your pants to cup your ass in his large hands. Mingi helps you shimmy out of your sweats, watching the way your plush skin molds to the grip of Yunho’s slender fingers. Mingi can’t resist any longer, wrapping his arms around your waist, effectively sandwiching you between the two of them once again. Your scent of lavender fills his nose as he buries his face in your neck again, intoxicating him. He wants you, badly.
”Yun, I wanna taste her,” he shivers with desire, the sudden change in his tone of voice drawing your attention to him. “Baby, can I taste you?” His eyes are dark as he searches yours. You feel a gush of arousal pooling in your panties, nodding before your mouth can get the words out,
“Yes, please, Mingi,” you lean into him. He plants a quick kiss to your temple, letting out a shaky sigh. Is he… nervous?
Yunho lets go of you to climb onto your bed and you watch him intently, trying to figure out how this is going to play out. He leans up against the headboard and makes space for you between his legs. You see his boxers starting to tent, and you know the anticipation of what’s to come is affecting him.
“Come here, doll,” he pats the bedding in front of him. Your belly warms as you realize how they’re about to position you.
Mingi slides his hands from your waist so you can go to Yunho, giving your ass a light smack as he lets you go. You give Mingi a teasing glare, earning a devious smirk in return.
You crawl to Yunho across the mattress on your hands and knees, agonizingly slowly, watching him watch your every move with hunger in his eyes. You make a show of looking him up and down, darting your tongue out to wet your lips.
“You are such a tease,” he lets out a breathy laugh, his comment only fueling your confidence. His chest heaves, glistening with sweat.
Mingi palms himself over his sweats with his eyes glued to the sway of your round ass. Running your hands over Yunho’s knees, up his thighs, and settling on his hips, you lean into him to plant a bruising kiss on his lips. He pushes his hips upward, looking for any kind of friction against your body, but you don’t give it to him, solely focused on his tongue exploring your mouth. He ghosts a hand up over your neck to wrap his slender fingers around your throat, gently squeezing before pulling his mouth from yours. He groans at the string of saliva connecting the two of you.
“I could do this all night, sweetheart, but I don’t think you wanna keep him waiting any longer,” Yunho nods in Mingi’s direction. Before you can turn to look at him, Yunho tightens his grip on your throat, pulling your attention back to him.
“Be a good girl, and turn around and lay down.” The deep, dominant tone of his voice has you nodding immediately, earning you a tender kiss to your forehead before he releases you.
When you turn around, your jaw drops. Mingi stands shirtless at the foot of the bed with his hand down his pants. His strong chest heaves, slick with sweat, and the muscles in his arm flex with each stroke of his cock. His eyes are clouded with lust, his lips slightly parted, letting out jagged breaths. You don’t break eye contact as you settle between Yunho’s legs, leaning back against his chest.
He leans down to whisper in your ear, “buckle up, doll, he’s very passionate about eating pussy,”
“Oh,” you whimper at the way Mingi is looking at you— like he wants to consume you. You realize what you interpreted as nervousness was actually him restraining himself. He is absolutely feral for you, and he’s about to let it out.
Before you can catch your breath, Mingi is on his belly between your legs, kissing and nipping at the insides of your thighs while he weaves your legs over his shoulders. His hands find purchase on your belly and he gently grips your soft skin, running his hot tongue over the marks he’s surely leaving on you. His mouth feels electric on your skin, and you want more.
“Fuck, Mingi,” you pant.
“Tell him what you want, sweetheart,” Yunho breathes against your ear, “he’ll do whatever you want,” he cups your breasts in his hands, massaging them gently with his slender fingers.
”Mmhm,” Mingi groans in agreement against you as he licks a firm stripe along your clothed heat, causing a whine to crawl up your throat.
“I wanna feel your mouth, Min, please,” you run your fingers through his hair, “really feel it,” you grind your hips down onto his mouth, desperate for him.
“Needy baby,” he briefly pulls his mouth from you, taking a moment to admire how beautiful you look in Yunho’s arms, letting his eyes linger on you. Your eyes blown wide with desire, your lips puffy, your chest heaving, your breasts gently cradled in Yunho’s hands.
“Mingi,” you laugh breathlessly, smiling coyly, “why are you staring at me like that?”
“Because, gorgeous,” he pushes himself up onto his knees, running his hands up your thighs and around your hips, “I know I’ve barely had you,” he hooks his fingers under your panties, “but I already can’t get enough of you.” He taps your hips with his thumbs, signaling you to lift them.
You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks as he peels the damp cloth from your body, discarding it on the floor. A sudden rush of embarrassment takes over now that you’re fully bare, but Mingi stops you before you can close your legs.
“Don’t get shy on me now, darling,” he runs his hands up your inner thighs as he spreads them wide, “let me see you,” he lowers his gaze to your core, a devious glint in his eyes as the corner of his mouth quirks up.
“What a pretty little cunt you have,” he settles between your legs again, his breath on your wet heat causing your body to shiver.
“Mingi, please stop teasing me,” you squirm under their strong grasps on your body, Yunho rolling your nipples between his fingers and Mingi kneading the soft skin of your thighs.
“If you say so,” he nips at your skin, “I’ve been waiting all night for this.”
Mingi licks you firmly from your entrance to your clit, finding the sensitive bud with ease and circling it with the tip of his tongue. You let out a cry at the sudden sensation, bucking your hips toward his mouth. He pulls you closer to him, dragging your thighs up onto his shoulders once again. His hands wrap around your hips and he squeezes your supple skin as he closes his mouth around your clit, sucking gently.
“Oh my—“ you gasp at the sensation, and heat rushes to your center, the pressure building.
“How does it feel, sweetheart?” Yunho asks from behind you, brushing your hair back to plant a kiss on the pulse point of your neck. “Does his mouth feel good on you?”
You nod fervently, threading your fingers through Mingi’s blond hair again to pull him closer. He feels your signal and sucks your clit a little harder, a moan leaving your mouth as you let your head fall back into the crook of Yunho’s neck. You feel the warm bubble in your core growing, until Mingi’s mouth pops off of you briefly.
You almost protest but are cut off when he quickly reconnects, licking you down to your entrance, his nose bumping your clit as he pushes his tongue inside of you. He looks up at you through his lashes, his eyes rolling back in his head as you clench around his tongue.
“Feels so good, fuck,” your grind down onto his mouth, needing more inside than he’s granting you. “Mingi please, I need more,” you pant, looking down at him.
He chuckles against you, swiftly running his tongue up through your heat and pulling away to rest his head on your thigh. “What do you need, angel?” He smiles softly up at you, the evidence of your arousal glistening on his chin. He massages your hips while he waits for your response, leaning into your palm as you run it down his cheek.
”I want your f-fingers,” you whine, wiggling your hips underneath his hands.
”Ask nicely, baby,” his voice drips with amusement. He nips at your thigh, dragging a groan up your throat.
“Mingi, please,” you sound absolutely shameless in the way that you’re begging him, “I’ll do anything,”
”Mingi, stop teasing,” Yunho coos over your shoulder, his voice low and husky, “she’s been so good for us, don’t you think she deserves a reward?”
“Hmm,” Mingi’s hand disappears from your hip, “I suppose so,” you feel his fingers graze your inner thigh, slowly moving where you need them most. “Do you think you deserve it, y/n?” He softly runs his fingers through your cunt, gathering arousal from your core.
“I do, please, baby,” you beg. He grins at you, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he slowly pushes two fingers inside of you. He watches your eyes roll back and flutter closed, a satisfied sigh leaving your mouth.
Yunho marvels at the way your face twists in pleasure as Mingi stretches you on his fingers, your moans music to their ears. He drags them out and pushes back in the tiniest bit faster and deeper, increasing his pace with each thrust. The heavenly stretch ignites something deep in your core.
“So tight,” his breath is hot on your center, “still need more, angel?”
You nod, biting your bottom lip as your words get stuck in your throat. Mingi clicks his tongue at you, “needy,” he chuckles, curling his fingers inside of you, your back arching in pleasure.
Yunho’s hand coasts up to your neck, gently wrapping his long fingers around your throat and squeezing firmly. “Tell us what you need sweetheart,” he taunts, “use your words.” He puts more pressure on either side of your airway, the lack of oxygen making you feel deliciously dizzy.
“I need you to touch me Yun, please,” you struggle to get the words out through his strong grip on your throat, getting distracted by Mingi splitting you open. You let your legs fall from Mingi’s shoulders, spreading your thighs as wide as you can manage, presenting yourself to Yunho.
A satisfied groan leaves Yunho’s mouth as he releases you to run his hand up your jaw and brush his fingers across your bottom lip. You gasp to catch your breath, leaving your mouth open to invite him in, and he pushes two of his fingers past your lips. Mingi slows down, watching the two of you in a daze while he lazily pumps his fingers in and out of you. Without hesitation you close your lips around Yunho’s fingers, sucking lightly and bobbing your head, your glazed over eyes not leaving his.
“Good girl,” Yunho pants, “you’re so pretty when you beg.” You clench around Mingi’s fingers at Yunho’s words, and you hear him chuckle from between your legs. He loves being able to feel your body reacting to the praise you’re receiving. You swirl your tongue around Yunho’s fingers, then release them with a pop.
Yunho inches closer to you, his eyes wide with hunger. You let out a soft whine when the tip of his nose brushes yours, his hot breath thickening the air between you. He’s almost challenging you by not kissing you right away, allowing his bottom lip to brush yours, but pulling back when you try to lean closer.
“Yunnie,” you whimper, pushing yourself down onto Mingi’s fingers as much as you could muster, “please,”
“Hm?” Yunho teases, drawing your bottom lip into his mouth and sucking on it gently. Your breathing turns unsteady and he chuckles. “Look at you,” he nips at your lip, a growl crawling up his throat, “if you’re begging like this for my fingers, I can’t wait to watch you beg for my cock.”
You whimper as he finally kisses you, and it’s catalytic. The moment his lips touch yours, the tension that had been building between the three of you all night long finally comes to a peak, and all control is lost.
Mingi bites down hard on your thigh, soothing the spot with his tongue and fucking you faster with his fingers, twisting his wrist slightly with each thrust. Yunho swallows your moans as he runs his wet fingers down your body, easily finding your clit and circling it firmly. The contact makes your head spin, a bolt of heat shooting to your center as you let out a shameless whine into his mouth.
You feel the pressure building with each rub and thrust, the feeling of both of them touching you almost too much to take. You weave your fingers through Yunho’s hair, pulling him closer to you. He bites down on your bottom lip, rubbing you faster with pointed precision. Sinful sounds fill the air around you; Mingi’s heavy breathing, your desperate whining, Yunho’s deep groaning, the sound of their fingers moving through your arousal.
“Fuck, I’m s-so close,” you cry, closing your eyes to focus on their ministrations.
“Help me out, Min,” Yunho pulls away from you briefly and you whine, your growing orgasm fading away. You look down at Mingi as he pulls his fingers out of you. You’re about to cry out in protest when he pops his fingers into his mouth, making a show of licking your arousal from them.
“Oh,” you marvel at the way his eyes roll back at the taste of you, your chest heaving, “Mingi, please,”
“I got you, baby,” he coos, pulling his fingers from his mouth and returning them to your entrance. He nods to Yunho as he pushes his soaked fingers back inside of you. Responding to his friend’s signal, Yunho spreads you open as Mingi spits directly on your clit.
“Jesus Christ,” you sob, throwing your head back.
“Not quite,” Mingi chuckles, resuming his relentless pace.
Yunho finds your clit again, gathering Mingi’s saliva on his fingers. The added lubrication has Yunho’s fingers gliding over and around your swollen bud. The two men quickly match their pace to one another and you feel your impending climax building in your core again.
“Oh my —“ Yunho cuts you off with a firm kiss, groaning into your mouth. His tongue tangles with yours, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
“You’ve been so good for us baby,” Mingi says from between your legs, watching his fingers disappear inside of you. “Let go, I wanna feel you come around my fingers.”
“Come on, sweetheart,” Yunho grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head to the side for better access. “Show us how good we’re making you feel,” he buries his face in your neck, licking and sucking on your skin.
“Mhm,” Mingi hums in agreement, pushing up onto his knees to pop one of your nipples into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it as he pistons his fingers even faster, hitting that sweet spot inside of you.
“God, right there,” your eyes screw shut as the pressure builds and builds, but a firm nip to your chest makes you open them again to look down at him.
”Look at me,” Mingi growls, “I want to watch you fall apart, baby.” You nod wordlessly as his mouth reconnects with your nipple. A familiar heat settles in your belly at his words, and the determination in his dark eyes only fuels the fire. He feels your walls tighten around his fingers, and he knows that you’re almost there.
“I’m s-so close,” you cry, your legs starting to tremble. Mingi splays his free hand across one of your thighs to hold you open.
“That’s our good girl,” Yunho breathes against your skin, “come for us, beautiful,”
The praise is what pushes you over the edge, your head spinning at Yunho’s words. He rubs you just right as Mingi curls his fingers inside of you again, and the tightly wound cord in your core finally snaps, your orgasm ripping through your body.
“Oh my god,” you sob, your body squirming beneath them while they light your body on fire.
“There she is,” Mingi coos, his pace slowing ever so slightly to coax you through your climax. Yunho presses the heel of his hand down firmly on your mound, effectively holding you in place. He lazily swirls the pad of his middle finger over your clit, overstimulating you in a way that you’ve never felt. It should feel like too much, but it’s just enough to draw out your high just the way you need. You let your eyes flutter closed as you feel your body melting into their tender touches.
Your hearing goes fuzzy and you feel like you’re floating in their arms as they slow their motions to a stop, holding you gently. You feel Mingi pull his fingers from your center, peppering your inner thighs with soft kisses. He brings both his hands up to your hips, massaging your skin. You revel in his touch, each stroke of his fingers drawing you back down to earth.
Yunho carefully slips out from behind you, laying you down on the fluffy pillows. You snuggle into the satin pillowcase, letting him and Mingi manipulate your pliant body, feeling fully sated coming down from your high. Mingi gently closes your legs and drapes a sheet over you. Their hands never leave your body as Yunho settles in next to you, snuggling up to you with an arm thrown over your waist.
“Sweetheart, are you with us?” Yunho brushes your stray hairs from your forehead, planting a gentle kiss on your cheek.
“I think so,” you giggle, nuzzling into his touch, “that was incredible.” You slowly open your eyes, your heart skipping a beat seeing Yunho looking back at you. His hair is mussed, his cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are shining just for you.
“You’re so pretty,” you whisper before you can stop yourself,
“Me?” He rubs his thumb across your cheek, “look who’s talking,” despite redirecting the compliment to you, you notice his ears turning red. He nuzzles his nose into yours, planting a quick kiss to your lips.
“You’re cute when you come,” Mingi interrupts, crawling up the bed to lay next to you. He props himself up on his elbow, resting his other hand on your belly and rubbing soft circles into your skin.
“Mingi,” you laugh, “haven’t you teased me enough for one night?” Yunho chuckles from your other side and you nudge your elbow into his ribs.
“Definitely not, but that’s not the point,” he leans over you to kiss your forehead, “I just like complimenting you,” he kisses your cheek, “and I want you to see yourself,” he kisses your other cheek, “how we see you,” he finally kisses your lips, effectively silencing any witty reply you were trying to conjure up. Tasting yourself on his mouth reignites the flame in your core.
“And how do you see me, exactly?” you question him, your voice coming out much hoarser than you meant it to.
Instead of responding, Mingi thinks for a brief moment before his eyes light up, and he jumps up out of bed. You shoot a questioning look in Yunho's direction, but he just shrugs, equally as confused as you are. Mingi walks to the end of the bed, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. You catch a glimpse of the outline of his half-hard cock when he turns back to face you, making your mouth water.
“Come here,” he holds his hand out to you, waiting expectantly.
You couldn’t say no to him if you tried, so you wrap your sheet around your body from the chest down and scoot down to the end of the bed, reaching out to meet his outstretched hand. He grabs your hand and swiftly pulls you up from the mattress, helping to steady you on your feet.
“Look,” he says, nodding toward the massive mirror hanging above the vanity.
“Oh, Mingi, don’t,” your cheeks warm immediately, and you absentmindedly bring a hand to cover your eyes. Your mind goes back to him watching you glare at yourself in that same mirror earlier in your evening. You felt so embarrassed in the moment, wishing he hadn’t caught you displaying your insecurity so openly. You’d been avoiding the mirror since then, trying not to think too hard about what you look like for your own peace of mind.
“Baby please, just look,” Mingi gently takes your hand in his, bringing it down from your face, “let us show you,” he kisses your knuckles when you look at him, his warm brown eyes full of admiration.
You take a deep breath before turning to face the mirror, almost gasping when you see yourself. The white sheet draped over your body falls gracefully, the soft fabric hugging your curves. The way it hangs on your body accentuates your full figure, outlining your plump breasts, your rounded hips, and the natural swell of your thighs. The pristine white sheet makes your skin glow, emphasizing your softness.
Maybe it’s the post-orgasm glow, but for the first time in a long time, you truly think you look beautiful. You feel beautiful. Without looking away from yourself you squeeze Mingi’s hand, and he squeezes yours right back.
Yunho scoots down the bed to sit right behind you, opening his legs and pulling you to stand between them. He runs his wide hands up your waist, eyeing the way his fingers glide over your sheet clad curves. His fingers tighten as his hands settle on the swell of your hips.
“I’ve said it once and I’ll say it a thousand times more,” Mingi leans down, brushing his lips over your ear, “you look like a goddess,” he murmurs. His hot breath raises goosebumps on your skin, and you’re suddenly hyper aware of the way Yunho’s hands fit perfectly around you.
“I wouldn’t say that,” you sigh, trying to hide that your body is already so reactive to them again. “I do like how I look right now though,” you tilt your head at your reflection in the mirror, trying to admire yourself.
“I would,” Yunho wraps his arms around your hips pulling you into his lap, “say you look like a goddess, that is,” he sets a steady kiss to the middle of your back, holding you tight.
“You don’t have to say that,” you look between the two of them, “really,”
“Hm, you still don’t believe us, do you, angel?” Mingi tuts, shaking his head slightly as he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb.
”It’s not that I don’t believe you,” you look down at your hand in Mingi’s, watching his thumb glide across your skin. “I just have a lot of trouble seeing myself… positively.” Yunho tightens his arms around you, nuzzling into you.
Mingi nods wordlessly, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. He lets go of your hand to run his own through his hair, assessing what his next move should be. Before you can question him about what’s running through his mind, he drops to his knees in front of you, his hands landing on your sheet wrapped thighs. A jolt of heat strikes in your core as you wonder what’s coming. His eyes meet yours, a searing heat lingering in his gaze.
“Mingi…” you hope that the suspicious tone in your voice will prompt him to share whatever plan he’s conjured up in his head, but he just keeps looking at you with fire in his eyes.
“Min, where are you going with this,” Yunho laughs from behind you. “Already need more?”
“Of course I do, but I can wait,” he smirks, turning his attention back to you. “I could spend all night between your legs baby, but right now, we need to help you see how beautiful you are.”
You can suddenly hear your heartbeat thudding, anticipation bubbling inside you.
“Oh, I’m in,” Yunho says, pulling you closer to him, “what about you, sweetheart?”
You don’t know what they could possibly mean by that, but you can’t seem to find it in yourself to care.
“I’m too horny and malleable to protest, especially with Mingi looking at me like that” you giggle, leaning back into Yunho, “do what you must.” You sigh into his touch, reaching back to pull him closer to you as he nudges at your neck with his nose.
“Atta girl,” Mingi beams, trying to commit your blushing, fucked out smile to memory.
“If there's anything we do that you’re not comfortable with,” Yunho shifts to softly kiss the curve of your shoulder, “just say the word.”
Mingi nods in agreement, “okay?”
”Okay,” you reply in confirmation, giving a small nod. Heat creeps up your cheeks as you wonder where your night is about to go. “I’m a little nervous,” you admit.
“We’ll take good care of you, sweetheart,” Yunho unwraps his arms from around you to massage your lower back, the tension immediately falling away.
“Really good care of you,” Mingi kneads the soft skin of your thighs through your sheet. You feel so safe with their hands on you.
Yunho’s hands travel up to where your sheet is tucked under your arm, tugging on it gently. You lift your arm slightly to help loosen its wrapping around you, and with Yunho’s help, it starts to fall. Cascading down your form, it pools around your hips into Yunho’s lap, your breasts fully on display again.
“God, baby,” Mingi groans, “you are unreal,” he can’t stop himself from reaching up to palm both of your breasts in his hands, coasting his thumbs over your pebbling nipples. You gasp at the sudden contact, reveling in the feeling of his hands on your bare skin again.
Yunho’s fingers ghost up your back, each fingertip blazing a trail of goosebumps up your spine until he reaches the nape of your neck. He gently wraps his fingers around your throat, running two fingers up your exposed neck and resting them on the underside of your chin.
“Look,” Yunho nudges at your chin, and you steady your breath before allowing him to lift your gaze to the mirror. You watch him brush your hair back before softly brushing his lips over your neck.
Mingi’s broad shoulders flex with each movement of his hands on your breasts, each caress more sensual and purposeful than the last. Yunho’s mouth molds perfectly to your neck, his hand snaking up into your hair to keep you steady.
With two of the most beautiful men you’ve ever laid eyes on worshiping you like you built the earth they walk on, you feel powerful. You look powerful. You dared to think you even looked… sexy. With Mingi on his knees in front of you and Yunho mapping your neck with his tongue for the umpteenth time this evening, you realize how wrapped around your finger they are.
Before you could fully feel the emotion of your revelation, Mingi’s hands leave your chest as he rises in front of you. “Come here, baby,” he sits next to you, opening his legs to make space for you. You slide out of Yunho’s lap, and Mingi guides your body to rest against his chest, turning you to face Yunho. You realize they’ve put you in the same position as earlier, only now it’s Yunho’s mercy you’re left at instead of Mingi’s. Your breathing quickens at the way Yunho looks at you with hunger in his dark eyes.
“Can I take this off of you?” Yunho asks, tugging at the sheet still wrapped around your waist. Mingi sweeps your hair from your shoulders, pulling you closer to him as he trails featherlight kisses up your neck. You nod to Yunho, leaning into Mingi’s mouth.
Yunho gently unwraps the sheet from around you, letting it fall to either side of your hips, putting you on full display for them again. He taps on your leg, signaling for you to lift it up onto the mattress. You bend your knee, letting your leg fall down to present yourself to him. You push your hips toward him, resting your other foot on the floor. A groan rumbles in Yunho’s throat, your cunt glistening and wanting under the dim lighting of your hotel room.
“So perfect,” he admires your heat, letting his hands rest on your thighs to open you up even more for him. “Can I touch you, sweetheart?”
“Please, Yun,” you lean further back into Mingi’s chest, his lips traveling up to the sensitive spot right below your ear, pulling a whine from your throat.
Yunho holds you open with one hand while the other runs up your thigh, closer and closer to where you need him. He runs his slender fingers through your cunt, gathering your arousal before slowly pushing a finger inside you. Your eyes flutter closed at the sensation, and he immediately finds that tender spot inside of you. “Need more, beautiful?” He withdraws slightly waiting for your response, and you nod ardently, needing anything and everything he’s willing to give you.
He adds a second finger, stretching you deliciously, pushing both fingers as deep inside as he can go. He hits that spot inside you again, smirking as you arch your back against his best friend’s chest.
“Feeling good, baby?” Mingi murmurs into your ear, earning a whimper and a nod in response. “Good girl,” the deep growl in his voice sucks the air from your lungs.
Yunho’s thumb finds your clit, circling it perfectly in sync with his fingers thrusting in and out of you. You feel him scissoring his fingers inside of you, getting you ready to take him. His fingers feel incredible, but you need more.
”Yunho, baby,” you whine, grinding down on his hand.
“Yes, beautiful?” He cocks his head at you, a teasing lilt to his voice. He knows what you’re going to say, but he wants to hear it.
“I need you,” you know he’s gonna make you beg, you can see it in his eyes, and feel it in the way he slows his pace a bit.
“Need me?” He thrusts his fingers deeper inside of you, his free hand tightening its grip on your leg.
“Mmh, I need you inside of me Yun,” you reach behind you, wrapping your fingers around the back of Mingi’s neck to keep his mouth where it is on your neck.
“Uh-uh,” he scolds you, pulling his fingers from you, lazily running his fingers through your heat. Your cheeks heat with frustration, and you feel Mingi chuckle against your skin at your cute, needy little whines. “Ask nicely, sweetheart,” Yunho positions your clit between his knuckles, squeezing the swollen bud gently.
”Oh my god, Yunho please,”
“Please what? Use your words,” he teases your entrance with the tips of his fingers.
Another desperate whine falls from your mouth. “F-fuck me, please, I need your cock Yunnie please, god,” you wiggle your hips beneath his strong grip, trying to catch any bit of friction.
“Good girl,” he shoves his fingers deep inside you again, and you nearly scream before he swallows your voice, pressing a bruising kiss to your lips. “That wasn’t so hard, was it, doll?” He teases, nibbling on your bottom lip.
You kiss him back hard, grabbing for the waistband of his boxers blindly, swiping your fingers down his stomach before reaching the elastic.
“Eager, are we?” Yunho breaks the kiss, hooking his hands under your knees to pull you closer to him, making sure to move you onto the bed more so you’re not so close to the edge. Even when he’s teasing you, he’s being so thoughtful and careful with you. He stands up briefly, and you can’t do anything but watch him silently as he slowly pulls his boxers down, his cock springing free.
Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him, long and velvety, and you feel your cunt clench around nothing. He pumps himself once, twice, as he kneels on the mattress between your legs.
“Still feeling good?” Yunho spreads your thighs even wider, nodding to Mingi behind you, who reaches over you to hook a hand under your knee to hold you open. He’s stopped kissing you, seemingly settling in for the show.
“So good,” you breathe, “please Yunho,”
“Mhm,” he nods, giving you a quick kiss, running his cock through your arousal. You gasp as he bumps your clit, pushing your hips toward him. He nudges his tip at your entrance, resting his forehead against yours. He pushes in slightly, easing into you little by little, the stretch making you gasp. He pauses for a moment, waiting for a signal to keep going. A shuddering breath leaves your lips as you nod, and he pushes deeper.
“I can take all of it, please,” you whine, and with a roll of his hips, he fills you all the way up, finally fully seated inside of you. You both sigh, soaking up the feeling.
“Fuck,” he hisses, “you feel incredible y/n, god,” he kisses your forehead, giving you a moment to adjust. He is so deep inside of you, you’ve never felt so full.
“Yuyu,” you sigh,
”Hm?”
“Move.”
He chuckles, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into you. You cry out, arching your back against Mingi, pleasure shooting to your center. Yunho sets a slow and steady pace, fucking into you deeply with each stroke.
“Do you realize how fucking good you look right now?” Mingi’s fingers tangle in your hair, gripping tightly, turning your head towards the mirror. “Look at how well you’re taking him baby,” he coos.
“So good for me,” Yunho has your legs spread at an angle so that you can see every bit of what’s happening. His wide hands splayed across your thighs, his cock disappearing inside of you, plunging in and out, shining with your arousal. Mingi’s cock presses into your back, making your mouth water.
“Oh my,” you stammer, “Mingi, let me touch you, please,”
He slips out from behind you immediately, laying you down on the mattress. Yunho slows his thrusts to let you adjust, while Mingi stands next to you at the foot of the bed, his sweatpants tented over his hard length. You roll onto your side, with Yunho still inside of you, propping yourself up on one arm and reaching your other to slip your fingers under the waistband of Mingi’s sweatpants. He helps you push them down, along with his boxers, hissing as the cool air hits his cock.
You reach for him, beckoning him to come closer. You wrap your fingers around him, his head falling back as you pump him slowly. A quick glance in the mirror has your head spinning, in awe of how both of these men are crumbling for you. You wiggle your hips, trying to scoot closer to Yunho. He shifts deeper between your legs, picking up the pace slightly, and the new angle has his cock hitting that tender spot inside of you. You whimper, squeezing Mingi’s length in your hand, stroking him faster. Mingi looks down at you, his mouth hanging open, his brow furrowing, watching you work him. Looking up at him through your lashes, you lick your lips before opening your mouth for him, inviting him in. He moans, leaning forward so his tip brushes your lips.
“Baby,” Mingi murmurs, his chest heaving as you flick your tongue over the sensitive underside of his tip. You wrap your lips around him, sucking him further into your mouth with each bob of your head. A sharp thrust of Yunho’s hips has you moaning around Mingi’s cock, the vibrations almost too much for him to handle. You keep pushing forward until Mingi is bumping the back of your throat, and you relax around him, giving him a quick nod to push further inside. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and you wonder if you look as messy as you feel.
“You look so pretty with his cock down your throat, sweetheart,” Yunho matches his pace to how Mingi is fucking your mouth, rolling their hips in unison, stuffing you full. You feel the pad of Yunho’s thumb grazing over your clit, the gentle pressure making you tighten around him. “If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m not gonna last very long,” he adds more pressure on your clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. You feel the throbbing in your core intensifying with Yunho’s ministrations.
You moan around Mingi again, making him slow his pace. He buries himself down your throat, and you keep him there as long as you can, tapping his thigh when your vision starts to blur. He pulls back from your mouth, your throat burning as you try to catch your breath. You replace your mouth with your hand, spitting onto his cock, rolling your wrist as you stroke him.
”You’re doing so well,” Mingi coos, bending over you briefly to kiss your forehead, brushing your sweaty stray hairs out of your face, “so, so well.” Mingi grabs a pillow and props it under your head, laying you back down to relax into the feeling of Yunho inside of you. Yunho picks up the pace now that he has more of your attention, snapping his hips relentlessly, rubbing your clit just right.
“Yunho, f-fuck,” you whine, squeezing around him once again, the weight of your arousal settling in your belly. Your hand around Mingi’s cock falters, your strokes becoming erratic as you get closer to your climax.
“What did I say, sweetheart?” He emphasizes his words with a firm swirl of his thumb around your sensitive bud. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna fucking come,”
“I am too, shit,” you cry, tears running down your temples into the pillowcase.
“Are you on the pill?” Yunho slows down just enough to make you whimper,
“Mhm,” you nod, hoping he’s asking you for the same reason you’re thinking,
“I need to come inside of you, beautiful,” he groans as you tighten around him again at his words, “fuck, please y/n,” he pumps into you deep, your back arching into the bed.
“Yeah, ngh, please, come inside of me Yun,” you whine.
Mingi pulls your hand from him, kneeling beside you to talk you through it. “You close, baby?” He licks up your chest, kissing every inch of exposed skin he can reach. You nod fervently, reaching for Yunho’s free hand, and grabbing Mingi’s shoulder with your other. “You’re taking him so well,” Mingi praises you, “I knew when we saw you that you’d be so good for us, our good girl.”
You flutter around Yunho’s cock, and he smirks down at you, his cheeks flushed and hair sticking to his forehead, “you really love being talked to like that, don’t you?” His pace falters slightly, and you know you’re both almost there. “I’m gonna fuck you so full, then Mingi’s gonna do the same, until you’re dripping with both of us, okay?” Jesus fucking Christ.
“Please, yes please, I need it,” the flame in your core is growing with each thrust of Yunho’s hips.
“So pretty when you beg,” Mingi whispers into your neck,
“Come around my cock, beautiful, I wanna feel you,”
Mingi kisses your temple while you fall apart for the second time tonight, Yunho’s name falling from your lips as your body trembles between your lovers. Yunho’s hips start to stutter, his thrusts getting more and more irregular.
”Yunho,” you whine, your climax still rippling through your body, “fill me up baby, please, come,” you squeeze his hand and he laces his fingers between yours.
“Oh, f-fuck,” he pushes in deep, his hips stilling as he spills inside of you. He exhales deeply before leaning over you to kiss you, slowly fucking his release deeper and deeper into you as you thread your fingers into his hair. “You are incredible,” he murmurs against your lips.
“So are you,” you giggle, trying to catch your breath. Mingi rubs a gentle hand down your cheek as you and Yunho remain fused, foreheads pressed together. The three of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, both of them peppering you with kisses, before Mingi breaks it.
“I know I said this already,” he starts, “but you are so cute when you come.” You roll your eyes at him and Yunho laughs at your bickering.
Yunho slowly pulls out of you, massaging your hips and easing your legs closed. “He’s right,” he smiles at you, kissing your nose. You stick your tongue out at him, earning a wink in return as he flops onto his back.
“Let’s see how you look when you come,” you taunt, turning your attention to Mingi. You flip over onto your stomach, arching your back and pushing up onto your knees to display your ass up in the air, like you’re a cat stretching after a nap. You turn to face Mingi, still on his knees at the foot of the bed. You point to the mirror behind him, “put on a good show for me, would you?”
“Ooh Min, someone’s had enough of your teasing for one night,” Yunho laughs. He rolls onto his side next to you, whispering into your ear, “I like you when you’re feisty.”
Mingi just looks at you, his mouth hanging open slightly as amusement plays across his gaze.
“Cat got your tongue, baby?” You know you’re instigating, and he’s surely going to make you pay for it… but part of you is hoping for that. “Hurry, before Yunnie’s cum starts to drip out of me,” you pout, faking disappointment in your voice.
“Oh, you are such a brat,” Mingi beams at you, loving what your newfound confidence is bringing out of you. He stands, climbing up onto the bed behind you, running his hands over your ass. You glance at the mirror, admiring the soft swell of your ass, Mingi’s hands gripping your soft skin. “Look at you, running your mouth asking to get fucked when you’re already full of cum,” he smacks your ass, the crack ringing through the quiet room. You moan at the sensation, the throbbing in your cunt coming back full force. “You like that?” He soothes the angry red spot with his fingers, massaging your stinging skin.
“Yeah, I do,” you breathe, “do it again,” you wiggle your hips, pushing back toward him. A drop of cum slips from your entrance, landing on the bed beneath you. Mingi groans at the sight, his cock jumping in response. He spanks you again, harder than the last, and you jerk forward, whimpering into the bedding.
“Dirty girl,” the low growl in his voice makes you shiver. You watch Mingi in the mirror as he strokes himself, lining up with your entrance. “Ready, gorgeous?”
“Mm, yes please,” you push back into him and he reciprocates, slipping inside of you. The combination of yours and Yunho’s arousal has Mingi sliding all the way in with ease, both of you shuddering when he bottoms out.
“I’d love to take this slow, baby, but I need you,”
“Please don’t,” you pull forward off of him slightly before pushing back again. “Fuck me like you mean it.” Mingi laughs, rolling his hips, pumping in and out faster and faster until the bed is rocking with your bodies.
“You feel so fucking good, y/n.” He has a vice grip on your hips, pulling you back into him to meet each thrust. “You look so good taking me like this,”
“So perfect,” Yunho chimes in from next to you. You turn your head to face him, and he wraps a hand around the nape of your neck, his lips molding with yours. You moan into his mouth as Mingi fucks into you, harder, faster.
“Want me to fill you up, baby? Have any room for more?”
“Please, yes,” you murmur against Yunho’s lips, fucking back into Mingi. Each bump of his cock inside of you has you inching closer and closer to your third orgasm of the night, your knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets. Yunho must sense it, moving his hand to slide under you, down your belly and between your legs. The second he makes contact with your clit, you feel pleasure spreading through you, getting more intense as they work you.
“I can feel you,” Mingi leans over you to bite down on your shoulder, “you gonna come with me, angel?”
“Yeah, ngh,” you turn back to face the mirror, remembering the taunting that got you in this position in the first place. Mingi is glowing, every muscle in his body flexing under his sweat-slicked skin as he pounds into you. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, and he draws his bottom lip between his teeth, smirking at you, before bringing his palm down hard on your ass again.
You cry out, your whole body shaking as your orgasm washes over you, rocking you in waves. You use all your remaining strength to keep your ass in the air as Mingi follows right behind you, letting out an animalistic growl as he fills you. You feel him twitch inside of you, finally stilling after he’s pumped every last drop into you. His chest heaves, easing his grip on your hips to lean over your spent form, trailing kisses up and down your spine.
“You’re cute when you come too,” you sigh, suddenly feeling sleepy.
“I’m glad you think so,” Mingi laughs breathlessly, easing out of you, groaning at the mess that drips from your center.
“Sorry for the mess, sweetheart,” Yunho reaches around you, pulling you down to the mattress, flush against his body. “Why don’t we get you cleaned up before you fall asleep?”
You agree, already feeling yourself drift off. They help you to the bathroom, Yunho helping you work all the tangles out of your hair as Mingi gets the shower going. The three of you lazily wash each other, teasing as you do. With Yunho’s lips on your neck and Mingi’s fingers between your legs, both your hands on their cocks, the three of you come again together. You wash all over again, finally agreeing to get out when the water runs cold. They help you dry off, and Yunho grabs you a pajama set from the dresser, letting you get dressed before leading you to the bathroom mirror. He brushes your hair for you while you do your skincare.
Your heart aches in your chest thinking about your time with them coming to an end. Yunho looks so content, standing in your bathroom with a towel around his hips helping you get ready for bed. Mingi returns from remaking the bed, wearing just his sweatpants and his glasses, sipping his long abandoned soju. You’d been moving around your room in a comfortable silence since getting out of the shower, and your eyes burn at the thought of them leaving you soon.
“Y/n, you okay?” Yunho sets your brush down on the counter next to your skincare products. He gently grabs your shoulders, turning you around to face the both of them.
A silent tear falls down your cheek. “I don’t want you to go,” you sniffle, suddenly feeling so small.
“Hey, woah,” Mingi is at your side, “we are not going anywhere, y/n,” he takes your hand in his.
“You have a show tomorrow, you guys need to rest,”
“And we can rest here, with you,” Yunho assures you. “We already know that bed is big enough for the three of us,” you laugh at his effort to ease your nerves.
“You really want to spend the night with me?”
“Of course, baby,” Mingi says, “we would never leave you after all of that. Plus Yunho is a clingy baby the night before a show and I’m not gonna be his little spoon all night.”
“He’s right,” Yunho shrugs, “I do need a little spoon. You interested?”
A short while later and the three of you are dressed and in bed, and you’re wedged in between your two lovers. Your backside is pressed against Yunho, whose arm is wrapped around your waist, holding you close. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, now snuggled up to you, lightly snoring in your ear. You lay nose-to-nose with Mingi, fiddling with each others’ fingers.
“Not to keep repeating myself, but I am really glad that we met you tonight, y/n.” In the darkness you can feel him looking at you. “I think I can speak for both of us when I say we really like you.”
“I like you both too,” you whisper. “A lot.”
Mingi kisses your nose, then your lips, resting his forehead against yours. “Were you scared we were gonna leave you earlier?” You can hear the hesitation in his voice.
“Yes,” you reply honestly.
“Why?” Silence hangs in the air for a moment.
“It’s not because of you. Or how you both had been treating me all night, you’ve been so good to me, it’s just—“ You hesitate, trying to find the right words. “Typially when guys want me… that way… they never want to stick around afterwards.”
“I don’t know how anyone could ever walk away from you like that,” he squeezes your hand in his. “And I could never in a million years regret you. Maybe Yunho and I are just suckers for aftercare, you’ll actually never get rid of us,” he chuckles quietly.
“Or maybe you’re just obsessed with me,” you tease him.
“That, too.” He gives you a soft, quick kiss. “We should sleep,” he whispers.
”Fine,” you sigh,
”We’ll both still be here in the morning,” he assures you.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
You fall asleep tangled between them, your heart feeling so full.
The next morning Mingi orders the three of you room service, charging the order to their room. Yunho’s clinginess seems to have carried over to the morning, as he’s made you sit between his legs while the three of you eat in bed together. You all run through your plans for the day, the boys talking about what time they need to be at the venue to run through their private soundcheck, then getting hair and makeup done for the VIP soundcheck. You tell them all about the friends you’re meeting up with, and they joke about setting one of them up with Yeosang.
Saying goodbye felt impossible, none of you wanting to let go. Both boys put their numbers in your phone, Mingi immediately starting a group chat for the three of you. They promised they’d see you again, and you hope they mean sooner rather than later. They sandwich you between them, hugging you tight.
“You guys need to get ready to head to the venue,” you murmur between them, not wanting to make them late.
“Fine,” Mingi says, kissing the top of your head, rummaging through his sweatpants pocket for their room key. “See you at the show,” he winks.
Your heart flutters thinking about seeing them on stage after the night you’d just spent together. “It’s too early for you to be making me blush, Song Mingi,”
“Sorry!” He kisses you quickly before slipping out the door, leaving you and Yunho alone.
“Sorry I fell asleep so early last night,” he holds you tenderly, running a wide hand up and down your back.
“Don’t apologize, your snoring was kind of soothing,” you poke his stomach, “plus, I liked being your little spoon. We’ll have to do that again sometime.”
“I’d love to,” he looks at you with such a wholesome admiration in his eyes. “I’m glad we met, y/n.”
“Me too, Yunho.” He dips down to kiss you, capturing your lips with his.
“I’ll see you soon, sweetheart,”
”Promise?”
”Promise.” He kisses you once more before slipping out of your room.
You stare at the closed door for a few moments until you hear the distant ding of the elevator. You miss them so much already. You wonder how you’re gonna keep it together in front of your friends all day, laughing as you imagine each of their reactions to the events of last night.
Turning to walk back toward your bed, you start running through all the things you need to do in the next hour to get ready to leave. Shower, hair, makeup— you stop dead in your tracks as your eyes land on your vanity. Right next to your makeup bag is Yunho’s hat. Your heart races as you see the corner of a piece of paper sticking out from under it. Moving the hat over, you laugh at his message, written in his scrawling script on hotel stationary.
𖤓 summary: the one where you wake up too soon from a wet dream and your boyfriend is there to help you... relieve the tension.
𖤓 warnings/tags: MDNI! 18+, explicit, smut, established relationship, some degradation, bdsm dynamics, yeo is a bit of a mean dom!! you've been warned!!, use of the color system, some choking, fingering, spanking, lovebites, oral sex (f receiving), edging, unprotected sex (don't do that), yes there's aftercare im not a monster
𖤓 dom!yeosang x fem!sub!reader
𖤓 author's note: i know i said i would post this by the end of march but wedding planning and school and work are consuming my life!!!!! finished this with a literal ear infection bc i NEEDED to put it out into the universe lol. this was originally inspired by the fact that yeosang uses the replica lazy sunday morning fragrance and quickly spiraled into depravity. yeosang wrecks me every day of my life and i KNOW he gets nasty. he's too quiet to be anything other than a dom, sorry! this is also my first time writing a relationship with bdsm dynamics so please feel free to leave (constructive and kind) feedback!
𖤓 word count: 5.9k
𖤓 read it on ao3 here
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“Sangie, please” you moan into your boyfriend’s neck, his cock plunging in and out of you at a relentless pace.
“What is it, pretty girl?” he teases, his fingers finding your clit, circling the sensitive bud to match the pace of his thrusts.
”I’m so close, baby, fuck,” your hands tangle in his dark hair as you tilt your head to the side to give him better access to your neck. He licks a firm stripe from your collarbone to right below your ear, never slowing his hips.
“Come on then, baby, fall apart around my cock,” he growls into your ear.
The pleasure settles in your core, hot and heavy, building and building as your bodies move in sync. He hits that soft spot inside of you, and you cry out, his name falling off your lips over and over like a mantra.
“Yeo, oh my god,” you whimper, “fuck, I’m gonna —“
A loud crash startles you from your sleep, pulling you from your delicious dream. The soft morning light creeps through the blinds of your shared bedroom, casting gentle stripes across your duvet. The city outside is still quiet as you try to shake the heat from your system, Yeosang’s cold empty side of the bed helping bring you back to reality. You let out a slow breath, stretching your tired muscles, trying to jumpstart your body, ignoring the wetness that had begun to pool in your sleep shorts thanks to your subconscious. You roll over to face your nightstand, squinting at the clock — 9:15 AM. Yeosang always wakes up earlier than you, and sleeping this late is out of the question, unless he’s on his deathbed with a cold.
You untangle from the sheets, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed to stretch, letting your feet rest on the sun-warmed wooden floor. The morning light shines bright through your window, the warmth melting into your skin. You hear rustling in the kitchen, and realize the sound that startled you awake must have something to do with your boyfriend making you both breakfast, like he does every Sunday.
Dragging yourself out of bed, you throw a fuzzy cardigan over the tank top you slept in, to match your shorts. Yeosang always gifts you sets of loungewear, because he knows how happy it makes you to laze around the house in something cute. You make your way down the hallway, the warm smell of cinnamon and vanilla wafting around you the closer you get to the kitchen. You round the corner to see your boyfriend bent over the sink, washing dishes from last night’s dinner. A fresh pan of cinnamon rolls sits on the counter next to him. Your favorite.
“Good morning, Sangie,” you softly say from the doorway, so as not to startle him. He peaks over his shoulder at you briefly before turning the water off, a breathtaking smile consuming his features. His gray sweatpants hug his slender hips, and the tight black tank top he’s sporting gives you an unobstructed view of his broad shoulders and strong arms. God, he looks good.
“Hi, pretty girl,” he coos, his deep voice still raspy from sleep. He quickly dries his hands on a dish towel before discarding it on the counter and making his way over to you. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a warm hug, his familiar scent enveloping you. His fingers rub absentminded circles on your skin as he holds you, his hot touch reminding you what you were dreaming about before you were jolted from your sleep. You feel your cheeks warm, thinking about how, in your mind, he was inside of you moments ago.
“Did I wake you? I tried to wash everything quietly, but the pan we used last night slipped and I banged it on the counter,” he kisses your forehead, the lingering warmth of his breath working you up even more.
“It’s okay, baby,” you pull back to kiss his nose, trying to shake the heat from your body. “I needed to get up anyway. I missed you.” You wonder if he can tell how hot and bothered you are. He knows your body like the back of his hand, and when you’re needy, he picks up on it right away.
“Yeah? Were you dreaming about me?” He squeezes your hips before releasing you, picking the dish towel up and walking back to the sink to hang it up.
“No,” you blush, sensing he already knows the answer. He chuckles darkly, leaning back on the kitchen counter, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
“If those pretty little moans I heard coming from our bedroom are any indication, I’m gonna have to call you a liar, baby,” he smirks at you as your soft smile falls from your face. “Wanna try to answer truthfully this time?” The tone of his voice has shifted from the sweet, doting boyfriend he was moments ago, the version of him you only see in the bedroom starting to crack through the surface.
“Y-Yeo, I—“ you stumble over your words. Of course you gave yourself away, how embarrassing. Your face feels like it’s on fire.
“What was I doing, hm?” Yeosang prowls toward you slowly, a strand of his dark hair floating down onto his forehead. “Tasting you? Fingering you? Fucking you?” He stops in his tracks, waiting for your answer.
The words coming out of his mouth have your mind reeling, a pit of pleasure settling in your belly. You let your cardigan fall from your shoulder, suddenly aware of how his hungry eyes are raking over your body.
“Fucking me,” you barely recognize the sound of your voice, breathless and desperate, “you were fucking me,”
“Mmm,” his deep voice sounds like honey, “and how was it, hm? Did I let you come?” He creeps closer to you, only a few steps away.
“I-I woke up, before I could,” you start, trying to hide your embarrassment.
“Oh, jagiya,” he finally closes the distance between the two of you, slowly wrapping one arm around your body, his hand snaking down to cup your ass. “You must be so pent up, my love.” His other hand comes up to your neck, brushing your hair away to ghost his lips over your bare shoulder. He trails featherlight kisses up your shoulder, to your neck, settling right by your ear. “Do you want me to help you with that?” His deep voice whispering over your sensitive skin… he knows what that does to you.
You’re nodding before your voice catches up. “Yes, Sangie, please,” you whisper, bracing yourself on Yeosang’s shoulders as he nips at your neck. He nods at your pleading, willing as always to take care of you.
“Should I bring you to bed, or take you here first?” He bites down on your shoulder, growling into your skin.
You whimper at the sensation, “now, Yeo please, I need you to touch me now,” your hands float up to his hair, lacing through his dark locks.
“Mm,” he tuts, “what if I want to do both?” He pulls away from you to look into your eyes, pupils blown wide with desire. He brings a hand to your chin, thumbing your bottom lip. You open your mouth for him instinctively, and he hooks his thumb on your bottom teeth, tilting your head up at him. “Why don’t I make you come once here, and then I’ll take you to bed and fuck you back to sleep.”
You nod as you close your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue around it, drawing a deep groan up his throat.
He moves quickly, popping his thumb out of your mouth to plant his hands on your hips. The room around you spins, and suddenly your back is pressed up against him. He wraps an arm around your stomach and brings his other hand to your throat, caging you in his grip. You feel his hardness pressing into your ass as he rolls his hips into you. You whimper, leaning into him, chasing every little touch he’s willing to give you.
“What does my baby want?” He whispers in your ear, tightening his hand on your throat and sliding his other down to ghost his fingers under the band of your shorts, “should I bend you over the counter and have you come around my fingers? Or should I put you on the counter and fuck you with my tongue?” He squeezes the sides of your neck gently, just enough to make your head spin.
“F-fingers,” you choke out, rolling your ass over him.
He shoves you forward, into the counter, the hard marble digging into your hips as he moves his hand from your stomach to the middle of your back to push your torso over the countertop. You brace yourself, planting your hands on either side of your head, and he releases your throat to grip your hair, tipping your head to the side and squishing your cheek into the cold surface.
“Don’t tell me you’re so fucking cock hungry that you forgot your manners,” he scolds you, ripping your sleep shorts down with one hand and smacking your ass with a loud crack.
“Ah-! Fuck,” you cry out, the pain warming you from the inside out, a rush of arousal flooding your center. “Please, I want your fingers Sangie, please,”
”Good fucking girl,” he coos, “and no panties, huh?” He pulls his hands from you and takes a step back, leaving you bent over the counter with an angry red handprint blooming on your naked ass. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this, fucking hell,” he runs a hand through his hair as he admires you.
You know he’s teasing you by not touching you right away, so you take it upon yourself to kick your shorts to the side and prop one shaking leg up on the counter, presenting yourself to him.
“Mmm, you’re practically dripping, jagi,” he zeroes in on your center, “you must’ve been really close in that little dream of yours, hm?”
Before you can formulate a snarky reply, he’s behind you, plunging two fingers deep inside of you, using his free hand to grip your hip and hold you in place. You stammer out a curse at the sensation, your mouth hanging open against the cold countertop as he stretches you out. He immediately finds that tender spot inside of you, pressing the pads of his fingers against it over and over and over.
“Yeo, oh my god,” you whimper, that familiar pit of warmth settling in your stomach.
“Already squeezing around my fingers like you’re gonna come? I’ve barely touched you,” he teases you, his mean, dominant facade slipping into place.
“F-feels so good Sangie, can’t help it, mmhn,” you’re practically drooling on the counter as he pistons his fingers in and out, reaching deep inside of you.
He pulls his fingers from your center, bringing his hand down hard on your ass again. You cry out against the marble, tears blurring your vision as his fingers find your swollen clit. Your knee almost buckles underneath you as he expertly swirls around it, so familiar with your body, but he holds you up with a firm hand on your hip.
“You wanna come, baby? Hm?” He quickens his pace, dipping his fingers inside of you to gather more of your arousal.
“Yes, please,” you whimper.
“Then come.” He almost sounds bored as he applies just the right amount of pressure to make you crumble in his hold, holding you steady as your body shakes.
“T-thank you,” you cry out, your climax washing over you, wiping out all your strength.
“So good for me,” Yeosang whispers, holding you in place, letting your body go limp over the countertop. He rubs both thumbs into the small of your back, letting you come down for a few quiet beats before bringing you back to the moment.
“Color?” He quietly asks, the tone of his voice softening for a moment as he turns his attention to your hips, softly massaging your joints.
“Green, very much green,” you sigh between breaths.
“Then come on, pretty girl,” he growls from behind you, pulling his hands from your body and taking a few slow steps backwards, “you want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
You push yourself up on the counter, slowly lowering your trembling leg to the floor.
“Yes, please Yeo,” you turn to face him, leaning back on the sturdy surface behind you, your brain still fuzzy and your hearing a bit muffled. His fingers are glistening with your arousal, the outline of his cock pressing against the thin fabric of his sweatpants. Your core pulses at the sight.
“Then let’s go,” he beckons you, taking a few more steps backwards toward your shared bedroom, fire simmering behind his eyes.
You follow his lead, your unsteady legs carrying you a few steps before your boyfriend raises a hand up to stop you.
“Nuh-uh,” he scolds you, shaking his head.
You tilt your head at him in question, the teasing lilt in his voice making you dizzy as you realize what you’re in for. So he’s in this kind of mood.
“Crawl.”
Dropping to your knees without a second thought, a gasp leaves your lips as you hit the floor, the deep growl in his command making your body react instantly.
“Good girl.“ His cock twitches in his sweatpants. “Now, you can follow me.” He smirks at you as you lower your hands to the floor, and you feel thankful that the warm sun flooding through your kitchen windows has heated the floorboards.
You keep your eyes locked on his while you follow him on all fours, making sure to exaggerate the sway of your hips and the arch of your back as you crawl.
“Well, don’t you look so pretty on your hands and knees for me, hm? Obedient little slut.”
Heat spreads across your cheeks at the emphasis on his last word, knowing he’s only saying it because he knows how much you love it.
He walks backwards the whole way to your shared bedroom, power radiating from him in the way he carries himself, his dark eyes trained on you as you crawl for him. His mouth hangs open as he watches you, and you can tell he’s testing his own self control. You follow him over the threshold, watching him as the backs of his knees hit the mattress, dropping down onto the edge of your bed. He spreads his legs wide, leaning back as he tilts his head to the side while he contemplates his next move.
“Come,” he pats the mattress between his thighs, and you crawl forward to the edge of the bed, kneeling between his legs, looking up at him through your lashes. He grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping your head back.
“As much as I’d love to have you falling apart around my cock in the next few minutes, I haven’t gotten a taste of you yet.”
“O-oh,” his words warm your center, the way he’s looking down at you only making you feel more desperate for his touch.
“Normally I’d make you earn it, but after listening to your slutty fucking moans all morning I don’t think I can wait any longer,” he wraps his hand around your throat again, squeezing firmly before guiding you up to your feet, standing along with you. He flicks at the shoulder of your cardigan with his free hand. “Off,” he demands. You shimmy out of it instantly, letting it drop to the floor and pool around your feet.
“Give me your color,” he whispers, his grip on your throat loosening.
“Still very green, my love,” you smirk at him as he nods, squeezing tighter again.
“So pretty with my hand around your neck,” he praises you, your head spinning as you work to inhale. “I can’t, fuck,” he lets his resolve crack, crashing his lips into yours.
He kisses you hard, fingers carding through your hair as he parts your lips with his tongue. “I’ll take my time with you later,” he mumbles against your mouth, swiping his tongue over yours. You kiss each other like you’ve been apart for weeks; desperate pawing, panting, whining.
“Lay down,” he orders you, groaning at the string of saliva connecting your mouths as he pulls away from you. He holds your waist as he spins the both of you around, putting you at the foot of the bed before pushing you onto the mattress. You catch yourself on your elbows, scooting back as he crawls on top of you, sloppily kissing you the whole way, moving together until you’re settled in the pillows against the headboard.
He kisses you from your lips, up to the hinge of your jaw, down the column of your neck. You lay back against the pillows, so familiar with the way he loves to map your body with his mouth. He spreads your legs with his knees, splaying you open wide for him, your bare cunt clenching around nothing at the sudden exposure.
He kisses down to your chest as his hands run up your thighs, bypassing your aching core to run up your stomach, one hand dipping beneath your tank top to palm your breast. You gasp at the sensation of his calloused hand kneading your supple flesh, a whine escaping as he runs a thumb over your nipple. He pulls your tank top up with his free hand, exposing your breasts to the cool air.
“Sangie,” you thread your fingers through his hair as he kisses down the valley between your breasts, tightening your grip when he catches one of your nipples between his teeth. “Fuck,” you whisper, looking down at him as he flicks his tongue over it. His eyes meet yours briefly before they roll back as he sucks your nipple into his mouth.
“Baby,” you whine, the feeling of his mouth on you making your head spin. “I need you,”
“Mhm,” his mouth pops off of you briefly before his teeth graze over the top of one of your breasts, the sensation dissolving into pleasurable pain as he bites down.
“Ah!” You yelp as his teeth scrape over your skin, panting as he soothes the bite with his tongue, sucking with the intention to leave a mark.
“You forgot your manners again, pretty girl,” he bites you again, on your stomach this time, and you glance down to see the first mark blooming with shades of red and purple as he paints another.
“Fuck, I—“ your voice catches in your throat at the third bite, lower on your stomach, inching closer to where you need him. ”Please Yeo, I need it,”
“Need what, hm? Use your words,” the next bite is harder than the last, and it has you squirming, desperately pushing your hips into him as his teeth dig into the inside of your thigh.
“Your mouth, please, please,” you rock your hips against nothing, your boyfriend keeping his distance to encourage more of your delicious whining.
“You sound so pretty when you beg, my little whore,” he spreads your legs wide, fingers splayed across the insides of your thighs. He watches your cunt clench at the word, smirking to himself before spitting directly on your heat.
“Oh,” you feel his warm saliva slide from your clit to your entrance, the sensation making you squirm underneath him. “Sangie, please,”
“Mhm,” he finally settles between your legs, threading his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer to his waiting mouth.
He licks the blooming purple bite on your thigh, trailing wet kisses up, closer and closer, pressing one last kiss before finally spreading you open with his tongue. Your back arches instantly, leaning into his mouth. He licks you from your entrance up to your clit, groaning at the taste of you.
“Fuck,” you whine, gripping his hair, holding him against you. He laps at you, flicking the firm point of his tongue over your swollen clit over and over.
“Mmm,” he growls against you, the vibrations drawing a whimper up your throat. He eats you like a man starved, as he always does, digging his fingers into your hips and caging you in against his mouth.
“So good, Sangie, ah–” you yelp as his teeth scrape against your clit, a low chuckle vibrating through you at your reaction. He sucks your sensitive bud into his mouth, one hand loosening its grip on your hip to weave around to your throbbing entrance.
You feel two fingers inching up the inside of your thigh, the light touch prickling goosebumps across your skin. The moment you look down at him, he pops his mouth off of you, briefly sucking his fingers into his mouth, your arousal shining on his chin. His dark eyes don’t leave yours as he guides his fingers to your center, teasingly running them through your wetness before plunging them deep inside you.
“Ah!” You cry out at the sudden sensation, deep arousal coursing through your body as you watch your boyfriend rut against the mattress in time with the thrust of his fingers. He finds that tender spot inside of you easily, hitting it with each pump.
“So tight, are you sure you’ll be able to take me? Hm?” He scissors his fingers inside of you, the sound of how wet you are making his cock twitch in his sweatpants. “Gonna stretch you open so I can stuff you fucking full,” you whine at his words, his dirty mouth driving you mad. “My pretty little cocksleeve, made for me,”
“I can take you,” you nod, watching him add a third finger, the stretch stinging at first but quickly dissolving into pleasure. “I can, I can,” you repeat, “m-made for you Sangie, I was–” your words evaporate into thin air as he sucks your clit into his mouth again, rolling his tongue over and over.
You feel your orgasm quickly approaching, warmth rushing to your center. You roll your hips on his mouth, holding him against you, hoping he’ll let you get there. He must sense you trying to take control, slowing his fingers slightly. Feeling your orgasm fading away, you whine, struggling to push your hips harder onto his fingers. He chuckles against you before pulling away completely.
“Fuck!” You cry out in frustration, “what the fuck,”
“Watch your fucking mouth,” he scolds you, pushing up onto his knees between your legs, a dark patch spreading on his sweatpants where the head of his leaking cock presses against the fabric. “Trying to come without my permission, and you think you can speak to me like that?” You feel your cheeks reddening as you realize what you did, your eyes widening at the hard set of his jaw. He’s pissed. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, tilting his head to one side until his neck cracks.
“Flip over.”
You’re frozen, propped up on your elbows staring at him, mouth hanging open. “W-what? I–”
“Did I stutter? Flip the fuck over. Ass up. Now.”
You scramble to roll onto your stomach, pushing up onto your hands and knees. “I didn’t mean to, Yeo, I’m s-sorry,” your cunt is throbbing in anticipation as you spread your thighs wide, dropping onto your elbows just how you know he wants you.
“I’m sure you didn’t, greedy girl,” you hear shuffling behind you, feeling him getting closer to you, but not yet touching you. “How many, hm? Five?” You feel fingers ghosting across the middle of your back, trailing slowly down your spine. “Ten?” You shiver, knowing you can take ten but desperately wanting him inside of you sooner than that.
“You’re lucky my cock is fucking aching right now or I’d do fifteen,” he growls, “how about five, hm?” His hand glides over the swell of your ass, and you have to stop yourself from leaning into his touch.
“Five,” you confirm, settling into the pillows beneath you.
“Five it is.” His hand disappears and your breath hitches in your throat. “Count.” A crack rings through the room as he spanks you hard, the warmth of the sting rushing straight to your core.
“One,” you cry out, breath heaving.
“Good.” Another spank, a little harder than the last.
“Two,” your pussy clenches at the burn, and you can already feel the skin of your ass turning red.
He doesn’t warn you before spanking you a third time, but he lets his hand linger to soothe your angry skin for a moment.
“Three,”
Another.
“Four,” your voice cracks, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
“Color?” Your boyfriend asks from behind you, a hint of worry in his voice.
“Green, I can do it, one more,” your words rush out, wanting to let him know you’re okay.
“One more,” he confirms, bringing his hand down one last time, keeping it there to massage your sore skin.
“Five,” you sob into the pillow, finally leaning into his touch, letting him guide your hips down to the mattress.
“You did so well, pretty,” he leans over you, kissing you behind your ear as he brushes your hair to the side. “My good girl,”
“Please, baby, I want you,” each hard smack on your ass only made you more and more desperate for your boyfriend. You know he wants to take care of you, check in, make sure you’re okay, but you need him badly. You roll over onto your back, and he hovers over you, only softness and concern in his eyes now. You open your legs, pulling him between them, his hardness resting against your core through his sweatpants.
“I’m okay, please Sangie,” you reach for him, cupping his cheek in your palm, wrapping your fingers around the back of his neck, tugging him closer.
“Jagi,” he whispers, “are you sure?” He kisses your forehead, letting his lips linger a moment before pulling back to look at you.
“Mhm,” you nod, your hand trailing down to the hem of his tank top. He lets you pull it up slightly before helping you take it off completely. His skin glows under the sunlight streaming through your windows, casting gentle shadows to emphasize each one of his muscles. You pull your own top off over your head too, fully bare for him. You roll your hips against his clothed cock, drawing a groan up his throat.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he drinks you in, admiring your soft form. All dominance has faded from his mannerisms, loving and sheer want taking over.
“Kiss me,” you reach for him, and he meets you halfway to press his lips to yours. His need for you takes over, and he licks into your mouth as he rushes to pull his sweatpants and boxer briefs down. His length bumps against your heat, Yeosang hissing at the feeling, rocking against you as he kicks his pants off completely.
He breaks the kiss to kneel between your legs, fisting his angry, leaking cock. He pumps himself twice as he adjusts his positioning, running the tip of his cock through your arousal. “Ready?” He asks, nudging at your aching entrance.
You nod, reaching for him. He leans over you, letting out a shuddering breath as he pushes into you, filling you in one swift thrust. You moan at the feeling, the sound swallowed by his mouth against yours. He pulls out to the tip as he glides his tongue over your bottom lip, then slams into you.
“Shit,” you mumble against his lips, licking into his mouth. He meets your kisses hungrily, tangling his tongue with yours as he moves his hips, slowly at first, then pumping into you with a slow and steady rhythm.
You wrap your legs around him, locking your ankles behind his back as he picks up the pace, hitting deeper with each thrust, but not quite deep enough.
“Harder, Yeo,” you break the kiss to ask, “need you deeper,”
He chuckles darkly, knowing just how to get the angle you need. He straightens, staying inside of you as he lifts your hips with ease, keeping you suspended in a solid grip as he guides your hips to meet his thrusts, instantly hitting your g-spot.
“Fuck, yes,” you cry out, letting him masterfully handle your body, bumping against that sensitive spot over and over.
“So pretty taking my cock,” he praises you, fucking into you impossibly hard, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. “I love you so fucking much, my good girl,”
“I love you,” you pant, getting closer and closer to the edge as he fucks into you, but you want to take care of him first. “W-wanna ride you, Sangie,” he slows down at your proposal.
“You sure?” He knows your body must be spent, but you’re determined.
“Wanna make you feel good,” you whine, “please?”
“I can’t say no to those eyes,” he grins.
He pulls out of you to roll you on top of him, easily maneuvering your body until you’re straddling him, his head nestled in the pillows. He lays back, eyes twinkling as he waits for you to take over.
You reach for his cock, wrapping your fingers around it, his eyes rolling back as you slowly pump him. “Mm,” he moans at the feeling, resting his hands on your thighs as you adjust to line him up with your entrance. His fingers dig into your thighs as you slowly lower yourself onto him, gasping as your clit grazes his skin once he’s fully seated inside of you.
“Fuck, jagiya,” he runs his hands up your thighs and around your hips to hold you still for a moment. “Be gentle with me, I don’t want this to be over too soon,” he chuckles.
“We have all day, baby,” you lift your hips slightly despite his firm grip on you, but he doesn’t stop you. You drop back down, drawing another beautiful moan from his lips. His grip loosens as he gives in to you, and you start bouncing your hips, his cock reaching deep inside you. You plant your hands in the middle of his chest as you find your rhythm.
He watches you with lidded eyes, his jaw hanging open as you take what you need. He reaches a hand up to palm your breast, your head falling back as he thumbs your nipple. It doesn’t take long for your climax to start building, his thumb on your nipple and your clit rocking against him bringing you right back to the precipice.
You know he’s close too, his breathing turning shallow and his grip tightening on your hips.
“Come here,” he wraps a hand around the back of your neck, pulling you down to kiss him.
The new angle gives him space to plant his feet on the mattress and roll his hips up into you, matching your rhythm.
“Need to fill you up,” he pants,
“Yes, please,” you squeeze around him, feeling him twitch inside of you. Warmth spreads throughout your body as you inch closer and closer to release, each rock of your clit against him pushing you there.
“Come with me,” he commands you, your body tensing in his grasp as it washes over you. He fucks up into you twice more before he stills, spilling hot inside of you, groaning into your mouth. He lowers his hips slowly, guiding yours with him, staying inside of you, letting you collapse against his chest.
You both struggle to catch your breath, holding each other close while you come down. He strokes your hair, and you let your eyes flutter closed at the feeling, listening to the slowing beat of his heart.
“Wanna get more comfortable?” He asks, and you laugh, suddenly aware of how sore your hips are feeling, and the stinging lingering on your ass from your earlier punishments.
“Mhm,” you let him lift you off of him, guiding your pliant form onto your bed. He rolls you onto your belly, settling behind you to massage your hips. He rubs gentle circles into your skin, the soreness and tension in your tired muscles melting away under his skilled hands.
“I’ll be right back, my love,” he softly says as he hops up to wiggle back into his sweatpants, “I want to get something to clean you up, I’ll just be a minute.” He kisses your forehead before padding out of the room. You stretch your tired limbs, listening to the rustling and sounds of running water from down the hallway.
A moment later, Yeosang comes back into the room, his arms full of various things for you. He plugs in your heating pad, letting it warm up as he wipes his release from your inner thighs with a warm towel. You watch him as he bustles around the room, setting water and Tylenol on your nightstand and fluffing up your pillow for you. He grabs you a clean pair of underwear and one of your big sleep shirts, gently helping you dress, peppering you with kisses all the while.
You snuggle up facing his side of the bed, letting him cover you with a blanket and lay your heating pad over your lower back. He finally slides under the blanket with you, and you lay your head on his chest, throwing one leg over him, effectively caging him in. He chuckles at your clinginess.
“How’re you feeling?” He whispers, peppering kisses along your hairline.
“Perfect,” you nuzzle into him, and he rests his chin on top of your head.
“That wasn’t too much?”
“Of course not,” you assure him. “If it was, I would’ve told you to stop.”
He nods, accepting your response, wrapping an arm around your waist. You lay together in comfortable silence for a moment. You feel yourself starting to drift off, until his voice cuts through.
“Baby?” Yeosang says, a note of hesitance in his tone.
“Hm?”
“Can I tell you a secret?” He whispers, squeezing your waist.
“Of course,” you respond, rubbing a finger over a freckle on his chest.
“I dropped that pan on purpose.” You can hear the smile in his voice as he confesses to you.
“Kang Yeosang!” You scold him through your laughter, lightly smacking his chest. You prop yourself up to look at him, and he sheepishly smiles back at you.
“Sorry!” He apologizes half-heartedly, “I didn’t want you having all the fun without me.”
“Well next time,” you inch closer to him, “why don’t you wake me up with your mouth instead,” you brush your lips over his as his arm tightens around your waist.
”You don’t have to ask me twice,” he kicks the blanket off of you to roll you onto your back, crawling on top of you, swallowing your giddy giggles as he kisses you. He spreads your legs with his knees, dropping gentle kisses down your jawline. You quickly pull your heating pad out from under you and toss it on the floor.
“Quick,” he whispers, “pretend to be asleep.” You close your eyes as he slides down your body, settling between your legs once again, and you realize you’ll definitely be in bed for the rest of the day.
✦ summary: after your unforgettable evening together, yunho and mingi invite you to spend another night with them after their show.
✦ warnings/tags: MDNI! 18+, explicit, smut, threesome, yungi are smitten, side yeosang/reader’s best friend (written specifically for my yeosang biased best friend, i love u @aklsvr), the rest of atz is briefly present!!!, living in my delusions that we will one day get desire on a setlist, brief mention of anxiety, smutty smutty smutfest, alcohol consumption, fast feelings (im a romantic sorry not sorry), dry humping (my dream tbh), brief yungi kissing, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, oral sex (m receiving), double penetration (2 holes) ((spoilers omg!)), unprotected sex (be safe!), let me know if i missed anything !!!
✦ pairing: idol!yunho x fem!plussize!reader x idol!mingi
✦ author’s note: this a part two to light me up, and starts almost immediately where that story ended! i recommend reading that before this for context and backstory♡ first i want to say THANK YOU to everyone who has been reading my writing since light me up, and ANOTHER THANK YOU to those who have been patiently waiting for part two!! IT’S FINALLY HERE♡ (almost a year and a half later im SORRY) i have been going through it mentally and it’s been so hard for me to find the mental space to write so i apologize for this taking so long to get out. i appreciate everyone’s patience!!! the last 3K words of this were written in an energy drink fueled mania while i listened to gh3 on repeat !!! also this yungi is so special to me since light me up was the first fic i ever wrote, and i hope you all love them as much as i do. this reader is also extra close to my heart as a big girl/yungi stan. ENJOY ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
✦ word count: 16.2k
✦ read it on ao3: here
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You hardly even have time to get dressed before your best friend is knocking on your hotel door, your plans to get ready for brunch together long forgotten after the events of last night. You answer the door as you straighten your sweater, tucking the front into your jeans.
“Good morning, sunshine, did you forget about me?” Minju giggles as she throws her arms around your neck, pulling you in for a warm hug. You talk every day, but haven’t seen each other since Ateez’s last tour. Your throat tightens, as do your arms around your friend.
“Of course not, my sunflower,” you lie, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before separating from her, squishing her cheeks between your palms, earning a raspberry blow in response.
“Are you sure about that? Looks like you threw a party here last night, forget to invite me?” She laughs as she scans the room over your shoulder, and your eyes widen in panic at the realization that you definitely should’ve cleaned up a little bit more before she arrived.
You would’ve remembered if you hadn’t been reeling all morning over your evening spent with Yunho and Mingi. You spin around to take in the state of your room, and you know your secret is about to be short lived. All three of your glasses are left out, an array of dishes from your room service breakfast, the two chairs by the vanity still turned to face the bed. It’s very obvious that you had company last night.
“N-no, I just– um,” you rush around the room trying to tidy up, as if there’s any way for you to avoid your best friend’s questions now. You grab Yunho’s hat, and the note he left you, the most obvious pieces of the clutter that would out you, and turn back to face your friend, hiding them behind your back. “I just ordered a lot of room service,” you know you’re blushing without even having to look at yourself, and that fact is only confirmed by the way Minju covers her mouth to stop herself from smiling.
“Who did you fuck last night, and why haven’t you told me yet!?” She puts her hands on her hips, unable to hide her giddy grin. “Meet a hot stranger at the hotel bar last night?” She teases.
“Technically not a complete stranger,” you bury your face in your hands, trying to will the redness out of your cheeks. You’re a horrible liar, you might as well just spill your guts to save you both the trouble. “If I told you, I don’t know if you’d believe me.”
“Well, now I’m on the edge of my seat, spill!” She nearly jumps up and down waiting for you to indulge her.
Taking a deep breath, you pull Yunho’s hat and note from behind your back, and hold them out to her. She raises an eyebrow at you, taking them carefully in her hands, scanning over the hat before looking at the note.
“‘Same time tonight’…” she reads, “YH?” She says the letters with confusion in her tone, and she looks up at you quizzically, still not quite catching on to what you’re trying to tell her. You worry your bottom lip between your teeth as you give her a second to think about it, and when it finally clicks, her eyebrows shoot up and her jaw drops. “YH? As in Yun? Ho?!”
You’re burying your face in your hands again, not sure if you’re ready to confirm her guess, or if she’ll even believe you if you do. You don’t even realize how long you’ve been hiding in your hands until Minju clears her throat.
“Y/n, if you hooked up with Jeong Yunho last night, you legally have to tell me right now.” You peek through your fingers to see that, instead of what you were scared would be anger, is actually joyful intrigue playing across her face.
“I…I did.” Your voice is barely above a whisper when you finally confess to your best friend. You’re sure the entire hotel must’ve heard her shriek of delight that she lets out before slapping her hand over her mouth. “But you have to keep it between us, please,” you continue, “they didn’t have me sign anything but I know what a rumor like this could do to them, and I just–”
“Woah woah woah,” she interrupts you. “Did you say they?” Your heart pounds louder in your chest at the realization that you have to drop another bomb on your friend. She scans around the room again, noting the three plates, the three glasses… “Who else was here?” Disbelief and amusement take over her features as she tries to process everything at once. “If you say Yeosang, I swear to god,”
“No, no! Oh my goodness, no,” you interrupt her. “If I ran into Yeosang at a bar, you know I would be calling you immediately,” you laugh, trying to lighten the mood.
“Then who?! I’m gonna have a heart attack, y/n,” she laughs, watching you pull out your phone. You might as well just show her the messages the boys sent in your group chat not even ten minutes after leaving your room this morning. You open the chat, and turn your phone screen to her for her to read.
mingi 🐥: miss you already, baby
yunho 🐶: we can’t wait to see you tonight
mingi 🐥: wait by the stage after the show, one of our staff will come get you (:
yunho 🐶: and bring my hat pleeaase ;) ♡︎
Her eyes scan the screen, growing wider with each line. “You did not hook up with Yunho and Mingi last night.” She looks up at you, the smile growing on her face. Your cheeks are burning, both from the memories of your evening and the embarrassment you feel, worrying that your friend doesn’t actually believe you.
“Oh my god, you did, and you are smitten!” She wraps you in another hug, nearly jumping up and down with excitement. Relief washes through you at her enthusiasm, feeling a weight off of your shoulders now that your closest friend knows.
“I think I am,” you giggle, her cool skin helping extinguish your blush. “There’s one more thing,” you step back to look down at your group chat again, scrolling down a bit to show her the message you were hiding before.
mingi 🐥: oh! and bring your friend minju, sangie wants to meet her :)
You grin at the rapid change in her facial expression as she reads the message, and she lightly smacks your arm in disbelief after finishing it. “You told them about me?! Oh, god, they probably think I’m insane,” she thinks out loud.
“They do not! They asked me who I was meeting up with for the show when we were having breakfast this morning, and I told them all about you. It sounds like you and Yeosang have a lot in common, it was actually their idea to have you meet him,” you assure her. “Do you … want to meet him?” You wait for her answer with bated breath, giving her ample time to process every single bombshell you’ve shared with her in the span of just a few minutes.
“We will get into the fact that they slept over later, what the hell?! But of course I wanna meet him, are you kidding me?!” She hugs you again, less excitement and more tenderness in the way she holds you this time. You’re extra thankful that she’ll be by your side later, as the thought of being brought backstage to see Yunho and Mingi all by yourself has you feeling quite anxious.
She steps back from you, keeping her hands on your shoulders for a moment, taking you in. “You look really happy, y/n,”
“I am,” you can’t hide the blush that creeps back across your cheeks. “I really like them, Minju. I want you to meet them… I’m kind of nervous to see them again later.”
“Why, babe? You don’t seem to be the only one who’s smitten here,” she laughs, “you already have Mingi calling you baby!”
“Oh, he called me a lot more than baby,” you tease, laughing when Minju’s jaw drops again, “but seriously, don’t leave me later until I find them, I’m freaking out.”
“I will be with you all night long, I promise.” She holds your hand tight in hers. “Now tell me everything.”
You do.
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The concert flew by, as they always do. Your ears are ringing despite your ear plugs, your legs are sore from jumping, and your throat is sore from singing your heart out. Usually the post concert depression hits immediately, but your heart only continues to pound in your chest as you try your best to mentally prepare for what’s to come.
You managed to snag a spot in the front row, and Yunho and Mingi were overjoyed to see you there. It was borderline impossible to convince the people around you that all of your interactions were simply fanservice. The waves and smiles during soundcheck, Mingi tossing a rose in your direction during Arriba, Yunho singing straight to you during Desire… They spent all night making any doubt you had about their feelings for you completely disappear. You even caught Yeosang interacting with Minju, which she keeps denying despite the blush in her cheeks.
This night has felt unreal, and it’s hardly begun.
The arena has slowly started to clear out, and you start to get more and more anxious as the minutes go by. Mingi’s text from earlier said to wait by the stage, but you can’t help feeling paranoid that you’re not in the right place. You consider calling them but don’t want to bother them so soon after the end of the show. Minju can feel your nerves, and squeezes your hand to bring you back.
“Take a breath, babe, they didn’t forget about you.” She rubs a thumb over your knuckles and you inhale deeply.
Almost on cue, an unfamiliar voice calls your name over the hum of the crowd filtering out.
“Y/n?”
You look for the source of the voice, finding a man in a STAFF shirt scanning the rows by you. “That’s me!” You call, getting his attention. “And my friend, Minju.” You gesture to your friend, who seems to be vibrating with excitement next to you.
The staff member gives you both a curt nod. “Follow me this way.”
He guides you to the end of the barricade, where he invites you through an opening in the barriers. He gestures for you to continue behind him, and you do, weaving through wave after wave of event staff. He guides you through an open rope barricade, closing it behind you, continuing on to a side door right off of the stage.
“The members will join you shortly,” he calls back to you, and Minju’s hand finds yours to stay connected through all the commotion. A group of who you recognize as BBT dancers fly past you in a whirl of post-show excitement, and suddenly this moment feels impossibly surreal. As if spending your evening with Yunho and Mingi last night wasn’t dreamlike enough, you’re now about to meet the rest of the members. You quell your nervous nausea to the best of your ability, taking deep breaths and clinging to Minju.
You pass through one final set of double doors into what must be the green room, and the member of staff waves a hand across the space, welcoming you in.
The room is lined with tables full of instant noodles and snacks, and a separate table covered in bottles of soju, water, and beer. In the middle of the space sits three plush couches covered in throw pillows, arranged in a U shape, pointed toward the largest wall, which boasts a massive TV. A gaming console and plenty of games sit on the table beneath it, along with a complex looking sound system. Tucked in the back corner is a doorway into a hallway with signs pointing to wardrobe and makeup, and you wonder if that’s where the boys will come from when they’re ready.
“Thank you for your patience, please make yourself comfortable,” he says, giving you another small nod before heading back out the doorway you just came through. You murmur a quiet “thank you,” and he’s gone.
You and Minju stand there, hand in hand, staring wide-eyed at each other.
“What the hell is happening,” you giggle as she says,
“Is this a dream?!”
You both take in the space around you, and despite you having an explicit invitation to be here, you suddenly feel so out of place.
Minju squeezes your hand, always knowing how you’re feeling without you having to say it.
“How do I look?” You ask your friend. There are no mirrors in the room, which isn’t helping your nerves about your current appearance. You know the boys liked your outfit, considering the way they both devoured you with their eyes during the show. You planned a less bold outfit for tonight, but after your evening with them last night, your confidence inspired you to wear something a little… sexier. Black fishnet tights cover your legs, with a short black denim skirt over top, stretched over your full hips. At just the right angles, a few of Mingi’s bite marks are visible on your thighs, despite your best effort to hide them. On top you decided to wear a slim fit long sleeved black shirt, paired with a black leather harness. Wide straps wrap just under your breasts around your rib cage, pulling in your waist slightly to emphasize your full figure.
“Delicious,” she grins, “what about me?” The vibe of Minju’s outfit matches yours, fitting her edgy style perfectly.
“Delectable,” you wink, but a whirl of emotions swim in your stomach. Excitement, anxiety, anticipation.
“I’m gonna throw up,” you whisper mostly to yourself, and to your surprise, Minju cackles out a laugh.
“None of that energy, babe, we are here to hang out with hot boys and have fun,” she crosses the room to the corner with the beverage table and grabs a Sapporo, cracking it open with her teeth.
“God, you know I hate when you do that,” you cringe, but walk over to join her anyway. “You’re gonna break a tooth!”
You feel a bit jealous over how comfortable she looks already. Maybe you should take a page out of her book.
“I am not gonna break a tooth,” she takes a long sip of her beer. “Now, what are we here to do?” She looks at you expectantly.
You sigh despite the smile threatening to pull at the corners of your lips. “Hang out with hot boys and have fun,” you reluctantly repeat her words back to her.
“That’s my girl, now get over here and—“
Her eyes widen as she looks over your shoulder.
“What about hanging out with hot boys and having fun?” You recognize the teasing lilt in his voice before you even turn around, and the sound of it has the tension in your shoulders dissolving.
“There’s hot boy number one now,” you say to Minju, laughing at her mouth still hanging agape.
You twirl around to see Mingi entering the green room from the corner hallway, already changed into a pair of baggy black jeans and white t-shirt with an open black zip-up sweatshirt. His blond hair is still styled from the show, and his eyes are still lined with deep smoky hues. Butterflies explode in your stomach at the sight of him, and only intensify at the sound of the voice that comes next.
“Does that make me hot boy number two?” Yunho chimes in as he rounds the corner, hands in the pockets of his lightwash jeans, an oversized black t-shirt hanging on his broad shoulders with a black and white open flannel over the top.
“The numbers are interchangeable,” you tease, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth as they approach you. Mingi reaches you first with a huge grin, dipping to wrap his arms around your waist and pulling you into such a strong hug, your feet briefly leave the ground. He inhales your scent as he holds you, nuzzling into your neck.
“Hi baby,” he whispers, gently kissing your cheek before setting you down.
“Hi,” you grab his hand and squeeze.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” Yunho says, taking his turn to greet you. He pulls you into his arms and you nuzzle into his chest. “We missed you,”
“I can’t either,” you look up at him, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. “I missed you both, too. The show was incredible as always, you were–”
The sound of a throat clearing behind you gets all of your attention.
“Ah,” you step back from Yunho, turning to reach a hand out to your friend.
“This must be Minju,” Mingi says before you can, offering your best friend a kind smile.
“Yes,” you tug her over to the best of your ability, but she still seems frozen. “Yunho, Mingi, this is my best friend, Minju.” You step behind her, planting your hands on her shoulders and offering a reassuring squeeze.
“H-Hi,” she chokes out, wide-eyed and straight backed.
“We won’t bite,” Yunho teases, eyes meeting yours in a brief teasing moment. Images from last night of him with your nipple in his mouth and Mingi biting marks into your thighs flash through your mind. You know your cheeks are flushing by the way Yunho’s eyes widen with curiosity.
“They’re just men,” you whisper to Minju. “They’re not scary, get your shit together before Yeosang gets here.” You give her shoulders another squeeze, and as you do, she rolls them back.
“I hear you’re smitten with my best friend, is that correct?” Her posture relaxes and she props a hand on her hip.
“Respectfully, that is a bit of an understatement, but yes, that’s correct,” Yunho offers, amused eyes flashing to yours to catch your moment of pride in your friend.
“Well,” she eyes them both up and down. “While it is wonderful to meet you, truly a great honor, I do have to let you know that if you break her heart, I will break your legs. All four of them.”
Mingi clamps his lips between his teeth, biting back a smile, while Yunho lets his spread wide across his face.
“We wouldn’t dream of it, Minju,” Yunho stands straight, offering your best friend a salute. She laughs when Mingi does the same.
“Scout’s honor,” Mingi says, earning a laugh from you as well.
She turns to you, calm confidence having taken over her expression. “They have my approval, dear.”
“Are you guys getting graded in here?” Yeosang’s deep voice booms from the hallway as he enters, Wooyoung and San following behind him, giggling together.
“Oh, my,” you hear Minju whisper to herself as Yeosang approaches. Wooyoung and San veer off to the beverage table, both shooting a bright smile and a wave in your direction. You smile back at them, waving hello. You’re sure the boys pointed you out to the rest of the group during the show, considering how Wooyoung and San seem to know exactly who you are.
“I think so,” Mingi chuckles warmly, and pats Yeosang on the back.
“This must be y/n,” he gestures to you with a sweet smile, and you respond with a nod.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Yeosang,”
“You as well. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Your eyes shoot toward Yunho and Mingi, curious and nervous about what they could’ve possibly shared about you.
Mingi catches your eye and gives a subtle reassuring shake of his head, just enough to soothe your overthinking mind.
“All good things, I promise,” Yeosang insists. His eyes move to Minju, and you feel her straighten again next to you.
“Yeosang, this is my friend Minju,” you stay right next to her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. You lean closer to her before whispering, “he’s just a man.”
“Minju,” Yeosang reaches for her hand, a slight blush creeping up the tips of his ears. She meets him halfway, letting him cradle her hand and run his thumb over her knuckles. “It is wonderful to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you, as well.” Their eyes dance over each other for a long moment.
“All horrible things, I hope,” she teases, her ears turning red too.
“Awful,” he grins. “Have a drink with me?” He gestures to the table behind you both, and Minju nods, giving you a giddy wave before following after him.
“Well, they’re adorable,” Mingi says, watching after them as he throws an arm over your shoulder.
“Disgustingly so,” you agree, exhilarated by the matchmaking you and your boys have already achieved.
After a lingering moment of comfortable silence, Mingi’s hand slides across your back and settles on the back of your neck, squeezing gently, kneading his thumb into your skin. You lean into his hand, letting your eyes fall shut.
“Still feeling nervous, sweetheart?” Yunho rests a hand on your hip, and more tension seeps out of you.
“I never said I was nervous,” you look up at him, but your eyes roll back at a particularly firm squeeze from Mingi, and Yunho chuckles. Going all day without their hands on your body felt like an eternity, and you’re craving more of it.
Mingi dips low, putting his lips to your ear to whisper, “you don’t have to.” The reminder that they know you so well just after a night together only intensifies your longing for alone time with them, but who knows when that time will come.
Another familiar laugh echoes down the hallway, and your spine stiffens.
“Oh, God,” you whisper, more to yourself than anyone else. You shake your boys’ hands from you, standing a bit taller, rolling some courage into your shoulders.
Before you can fully mentally prepare yourself, Hongjoong comes striding through the doorway with Seonghwa and Jongho in tow. The eldest and youngest are teasing each other, Seonghwa playfully shoving Jongho toward the refreshments and ordering him to bring his elder a drink.
Hongjoong shakes his head, rolling his eyes at the two, then turns his attention to you. His eyes meet yours as he approaches, a soft smile on his mouth. You try your hardest to smile back without looking starstruck.
“Ah, so this is the famous y/n,” Hongjoong muses, hands in his pockets, as he crosses the green room to meet you. Him using the word famous to describe you has you struggling to act normally. You bow at the hips on instinct, immediately aware of how red your cheeks must be. Hongjoong just smiles brightly in response, dipping his chin.
“Hi, Hongjoong,” you clamp your lips between your teeth briefly to smother the huge smile you feel in your heart at meeting the leader of a group that means so much to you. “It’s… really nice to meet you.” You struggle to find the words to express just how nice it is to meet him, and settle on the most generic thing you could possibly say. You curse yourself in your head for not being more well spoken at this moment.
“Same to you,” he runs a hand through his hair, looking between you and the two men who invited you into their sacred space, nothing but kindness in his eyes. “It’s wonderful to finally put a face to the name I’ve been hearing all day,” he teases, “these two haven’t stopped talking about you since they got here this morning.”
“Hyung!” Mingi blushes, while Yunho smiles proudly.
“Hey, I’m not trying to tease,” he throws his open palms up in front of Mingi in defense. “That was actually the hardest you two have performed this tour. Whatever you’re doing, keep it up.” He smiles brightly at you, fully unaware of what he’s suggesting. He then nods to Yunho and Mingi before turning to walk toward Seonghwa, who is sitting on one of the couches with a knowing smirk on his lips. He raises his beer bottle in the air, tipping it in your direction, and Jongho does the same. Your shyness doesn’t have a chance to bloom, because Mingi chimes in.
“We will, hyung,” he teases from next to you, and you turn to him, mouth agape, smacking his chest. The last thing you want is for any of the other members to know the intimate details of your evening together.
“Song Mingi, I will leave right now!” You feel the embarrassment crawling under your skin as his face drops, the intrusive thought permeating your mind to remind you that you don’t belong here.
“Don’t embarrass her, Min,” Yunho lowers his voice, speaking to Mingi over you and wrapping a long arm around your shoulders. You lean into him, looking up to try to convey your thanks through your eyes. He offers a soft smile back to you, and presses a kiss to the top of your head.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Mingi dips down to look into your eyes, hands splayed wide on your waist, lowering his voice like Yunho. “I was just teasing, I don’t mean to share our business with anyone who doesn’t need to hear it.” You offer him a nod, knowing he meant no harm and that it’s your own damn insecurity talking.
“It’s okay, baby, you don’t need to be sorry.” You meet him halfway for a kiss that doesn’t last nearly long enough.
The way that the both of them once again instantly picked up on your discomfort has your heart swelling in your chest, and the nerves swirling in your belly begin to dissipate.
”Thank you,” your fingers find the hem of his shirt, and you absentmindedly tug on it to pull him closer to you. “This is… already a lot for me, and I’m really trying to feel like I–” You hesitate for a moment before continuing, “belong here… with you,” you let the truth fall from your lips, but you don’t regret it. Both of their eyes soften on you.
“You do belong here, sweetheart. You’re with us,” Yunho plants another gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Now, let’s have a drink,” he tips his head in the direction of the refreshment table, where Wooyoung San, and Jongho have already downed a whole bottle of soju with Yeosang and Minju. Your eyes meet your best friend’s, and you raise your eyebrows at her. She smiles back at you and nods, silently letting you know she’s okay.
Drinks and conversation begin to flow easily between the whole group. To your and Minju’s joy, Wooyoung and San miss no opportunity to share embarrassing stories about Yeosang, Yunho, and Mingi. You all play every drinking game you can think of, and after no time at all, you feel like you’re at any other party. The members have been warmly welcoming to you and your friend, and any anxiety you had about your evening has disappeared as the night has progressed.
Fleeting touches and lingering gazes amplify as time passes, and by the time the group’s energy starts to fade, arousal hums so deep in your core that you feel like you could crawl out of your skin.
Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Jongho say their goodbyes, and with a smaller group, you all decide to settle onto the couches. You plop down between Mingi and Minju, while Yeosang settles on her other side with an arm around her. Wooyoung and San sit across from you, with Yunho sitting on the floor in front of them. San switches the music Jongho had selected earlier to something a bit softer right as Wooyoung passes you another drink.
“Y/n,” Wooyoung addresses you as you all get comfortable. The corner of his mouth quirks up playfully before asking, “who’s your favorite member?”
Your drink chooses that moment to trickle down your airway, and you cough, silently hoping it will distract the group from actually expecting an answer from you. Mingi hands you his water and you take a quick sip to clear your throat while he rubs your back. After a moment of silence you glance up to see Wooyoung looking at you expectantly. Minju hides her grin behind her bottle, and you catch Yunho and Mingi looking at each other with a challenge in their eyes.
“I am not answering that,” you laugh, avoiding everyone’s eye contact.
“Ah, you can tell us, y/n,” San prods with a dimpled smirk, “it has to be Yunho or Mingi, right?”
Your cheeks feel impossibly hot, and you nervously glance between your lovers, who are now both looking at you. Yunho has a smug smile on his lips, and Mingi seems entirely unphased by the question, the only thing in his eyes being soft adoration as he tightens his arm around you.
You sigh, and after a beat of silence, you admit it.
“…Yunho.”
You immediately hide behind your hands, already wishing you’d kept your mouth shut. Wooyoung and San whoop and cheer, while Minju just laughs, and Yeosang joins her. You peek through your fingers to see Mingi grinning at you, and something gleams in his eyes that sends anticipation swimming through your stomach.
Yunho just shrugs nonchalantly, despite the pride in his eyes. He winks at you, and you know your cheeks must be crimson. You know they’ll tease you to pieces when the three of you are finally alone later.
“I’m sorry,” you whine to Mingi, “you both are–”
He cuts you off with a heated kiss, and the commotion in the room dies down. “Don’t be sorry, angel,” he whispers, lips brushing against your ear. His voice dips even lower, so only you can hear. “He may be your favorite member, but you’ll still be screaming both of our names later.”
You gasp, and you sit there wide-eyed as he innocently presses a kiss to your temple before turning back to the rest of the group. Your eyes dart to Yunho’s, which have turned so dark, you can’t decipher his pupils from his irises. He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, letting his eyes drift over your body. You hardly hear the conversation between the other four people in the room. Every thought in your head is consumed by Mingi’s words and the way Yunho’s gaze is devouring you. You absentmindedly squeeze your thighs together, and almost miss Mingi’s low chuckle when he notices.
Wooyoung clearing his throat grabs your attention. “I think Sannie and I are gonna get going. Yeosang, Minju, do you want to ride with us back to the hotel? I can ask our manager to have a car ready in five.” The two in question make brief eye contact, and after an unspoken conversation, Minju nods her head, smiles spreading across both her and Yeosang’s cheeks.
“Call me in the morning?” You bring yourself back down to earth to stand and hug her, giving her an extra tight squeeze.
“Of course,” she hugs you back just as tight. “Be safe,” she whispers.
“You, too.”
Wooyoung gives you a warm hug while San gathers their things. “I hope we’ll be seeing you again, y/n.” You’re feeling so grateful for the connection you made with him and the other members tonight, and you really hope that he’s right. The thought of it any other way makes your chest tighten. Over his shoulder you notice Yunho and Mingi watching the two of you fondly.
“You will,” Yunho says, Mingi nodding in agreement. The sureness in his tone makes you feel lighter.
You bid your friends farewell, and finally, finally, you’re alone with Yunho and Mingi.
The silence in the room is charged, all three of you looking between each other, trying to see who will make a move toward what’s next. How well your night has gone so far combined with the way the two of them have been taking every chance to work you up is giving you immense confidence.
“Dance with me,” your voice is low and sultry as you walk over to the speaker, turning the volume up. When you turn back to face them, they both look so hungry for you, you can hardly breathe.
You exaggerate the sway of your hips, slowly walking toward them, stopping a few paces away. You’re unsure if you’re drunk on lust or alcohol, but the warm cloud around your brain encourages you to give them a little show.
The music floats around you, pulling your body in waves of rocking, rolling, swaying… Your eyes fall shut as you let your hands roam freely over your body, running them up your hips, over your breasts, into your hair. They trail back down over your neck, continuing to trace over your full curves with a mind of their own.
When you open your eyes again, Yunho is already approaching you, a devious grin pulling at his lips. He pulls you into his arms, your body molding flush against his as he starts to move with you. You let your hands rest on his chest, digging your nails into him when he rolls his hips against you, which earns you a rumbling groan.
“Mingi, baby,” you turn and reach for him, gesturing for him to come join you. “Please,”
“Of course, angel,” his voice is low and restrained, and you know they both want nothing more than to be back at the hotel with you right now. You just can’t wait any longer to have their hands on you, even if it’s just until one of them can’t hold back anymore.
He nestles in right behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and splaying his hand wide across your belly. You immediately feel his solid length pressing into your ass, and without thinking you arch back into him.
“Fuck,” he groans, letting his head fall against your shoulder. He presses a kiss to where your neck meets your shoulder, pulling you against him firmly, rocking into you. “I’ve been dying to touch you all night,” he whispers.
“Me too,” Yunho agrees, “this outfit, sweetheart, fuck.” His lips find yours, and all restraint is tested.
The three of you are quickly tangled in a writhing whirl of wandering hands and mouths as the tension climbs. Kisses become hotter, hips roll with more fervor, and hands start to slip beneath clothing.
“Take me,” you pull back from Yunho’s mouth to catch your breath, made more difficult by Mingi’s strong hand kneading your breast. “Fuck, take me back to the hotel, please,” you reach a hand behind Mingi, gripping his ass as you roll yours over him, and you both moan at the feeling.
“Can you two keep your hands off of each other long enough for us to get in a car?” Yunho laughs, ghosting his fingers over your sensitive throat, taking a step back to watch you and Mingi move together.
“Mm,” you whimper when he tweaks your pebbled nipple through your shirt, “I-I think so.” Despite the feral part of your brain telling you to rip Mingi’s clothes off, you slow down, breathing deeply to quell the desire trying to consume your reason.
“Call the car, Yun,” Mingi spins you around before cradling your face in his hands, kissing you senseless. You hear Yunho chuckle, then talk on the phone, but don’t comprehend a word he says. All you can feel is Mingi’s hands on your face and his tongue in your mouth, kissing you slowly, but keeping his hands from exploring your body. You begrudgingly accept it best for the sake of you getting out of here fully clothed.
“Let’s get our things together,” Yunho softly interrupts after a few moments, not a hint of jealousy in his voice.
Mingi reluctantly pulls his mouth from yours, but wraps his arms around you for a brief moment before letting you go. “I… can’t stress enough just how glad I am that you’re here,” he murmurs into your hair before giving a lingering kiss to your forehead. Then he’s off to collect his belongings, leaving you frazzled and wanting.
The two of them bustle around the room, clipped and hurried, tidying up the rest of the empty beverage vessels and gathering their bags. Mingi pulls a baseball hat and a black mask out of his bag, tossing an extra mask to Yunho before putting his own on, threading the loops behind his ears.
“Sweetheart, did you bring my hat?” Yunho appears in front of you, crouching to meet your eyes. You’re amazed by how well he’s keeping a calm facade considering what the three of you were up to a few short minutes ago.
“Y-Yeah,” you blink, “it’s in my bag, it’s over—“
“Got it, baby,” Mingi calls from where you and Minju had ditched your concert bags when the drinking games began, grabbing yours. “Can I take it out?”
“Yeah, thank you,” you stay right where you are, unsure if your legs would hold up if you try to move.
Mingi tosses Yunho his hat, and Yunho takes the opportunity to charm you with a wink before flipping the hat onto his head and pulling the brim low. He slips his mask on. It is a miracle that you’re managing to remain upright with such heavy lust clouding your brain and filling every inch of your body. They whirl around you for a few more minutes, and before you know it Mingi is helping you into an extra hoodie from his bag and offering you a mask.
“I feel like we’re undercover,” you giggle as he lifts the big hood up over your head and pulls your mask over the bridge of your nose. “Is it okay for us to walk out at the same time?” Part of you feels a pang of anxiety thinking about the possibility of being spotted with them and how it might affect them if it spiraled out of control. The hotel is far enough from the venue, but here… other fans could still be hanging around.
Coming as no surprise to you, Mingi senses what’s running through your head.
“Yes, baby, we just have to keep our distance just in case.” You must’ve winced at his words without realizing, because suddenly Yunho is in front of you, pulling his mask down to his chin, his face set in a serious but concerned expression.
“If we could show you off to the world, sweetheart, we would, but our world isn’t quite suitable for that just yet.” He smooths the furrow between your brows with his thumb before wrapping his hand around the back of your neck. “Some day, I promise.” Mingi nods behind him in agreement, a sure smile on his lips.
The implications of Yunho’s words are not lost on you, and you can’t stop your brain from projecting image after image of a future with them, regardless of how insane that idea would’ve been to you forty-eight hours ago. He must see the light in your eyes, because the corners of his mouth pull into a grin. He quickly lowers your mask, kissing you hard and fast before lifting it back in place.
“Let’s get out of here,” Mingi grabs his bag, and yours, and nods toward the door. “It’s about a half hour from here to the hotel,”
A few short minutes later the three of you are being guided out what must be a back entrance to the venue, into the cool night air. You must’ve been hanging around after the show for longer than you realized, considering how quiet it is. Maybe that’s a good thing… less chance of you being seen. A black sprinter van with dark tinted windows waits for you, and you take a moment to make sure you’re walking with enough space between you and your companions. You thank the member of staff assisting you into the van, and Yunho and Mingi follow.
Just like that, you’re alone again.
The van is filled with enough seats to fit the whole group, single seats lining either side for three rows with a wide aisle in the middle, and a long bench seat across the back, big enough for all three of you. As soon as the door is closed behind you, you remove your various hoods, hats, and masks, disposing of them all on an empty seat. The boys set their bags down too, and sit on either side of the back seat, leaving space for you right between them. Yunho nods to the open space, something turned much darker in his eyes, and Mingi spreads his legs wide, waiting for you to join them. This is gonna be a long car ride.
You turn over your shoulder to look toward the front of the van, and notice the opaque black privacy wall separating the back from where the driver sits up front. Turning back to the two men sitting before you, you cock your head at them, a mischievous question in your eyes.
“It’s… mostly soundproof.” Mingi’s heavy lidded eyes roam slowly and hungrily over your body, shifting his hips forward and opening his legs even wider, darting his tongue out to lick his bottom lip. You can still see his cock swelling in his jeans, and you feel flush at the sight. “Come sit, we’re about to start moving,” he pats a hand on one of his strong thighs, and you quirk an eyebrow at him.
Yunho is eerily calm while Mingi undresses you with his eyes, merely observing the way the two of you are interacting, an amused grin on his lips. He leans back, resting an arm on the back of the seat, when you realize – he’s getting comfortable for the show.
“Looks like Yunho wants a performance, baby,” you croon, stepping between Mingi’s spread knees and running a hand through his blond hair. You grip it between your fingers, firmly tugging and tipping his head back to look up at you. He lets out a delicious sound that is half breathy laugh and half groan, which sends a jolt of heat straight to your core. His pupils are blown wide, mouth hanging open, looking at you in aroused awe.
“Then let’s give him one, gorgeous,” his voice is impossibly deep and gravelly with desire. In a flash he shoots an arm up and wraps his fingers around the back of your neck, pulling your mouth straight to his as the van starts driving.
You whine in surprise against his lips, his tongue instantly laving against yours, and his other hand firmly grips your hip, guiding you further down, pulling you onto him. All in one motion, he strips you of his hoodie and helps you settle your knees on either side of his hips. As soon as you’re in the position to do so, you roll your hips over him, feeling his solid length beneath you, and you both let out a moan.
“Do you feel what you do to me, y/n?” Mingi nearly growls as he rocks his hips up into you, his cock teasingly rubbing you through your panties as his lips travel to your neck. His hands wander to the back of your harness, searching for the buckles. “This,” he pops a buckle open, loosening the strap, “has been driving me insane all fucking night.” He nips and licks at your sensitive throat as he fully unbuckles your harness, guiding it from your shoulders. “I want to see you in just this next time.” Aside from the flutter in your heart at the mention of another next time, you feel that you will give him whatever he wants as long as he keeps kissing you like this.
Mingi splays his hands wide over your ass, guiding your hips to meet his, rocking in a perfect rhythm with you. You rotate your hips slightly and finally find the perfect angle, feeling his cock brushing right against your clit through your panties.
“Ah,” you whine, chasing the same motion over and over, suddenly frustrated by the barrier getting between you and what you really want. Thank goodness you didn’t wear shorts under your skirt, and that your panties are thin. If only his jeans weren’t so damn thick.
“And these,” he coos, his hands gliding over your thighs, fingers catching on the netting of your tights. “I need to see you in just these, tonight.”
“Fuck,” your head falls back as a hand finds your breast, and Mingi’s thumb swirls around your nipple as it hardens to a peak. You silently thank yourself for deciding not to wear a bra tonight. “You can rip them open and fuck me in them for all I care, just keep doing that, ah.” You watch him work you, grinding into you, with a fucked out smile on his lips.
“Yes ma’am,” he chuckles, desire simmering deep in his eyes.
A shuddered exhale sounds from next to you and grabs your and Mingi’s attention.
“You two are really something,” Yunho praises from the comfort of his seat. Despite him being entirely untouched in your current situation, he looks just as flushed as Mingi. You let him have his fill of you, and watch his eyes roam over every inch of your full body. You don’t miss the hard outline of his cock through his jeans, either.
“Come here, Yunho,” you beckon to him, gesturing for him to come closer. The moment he’s within grabbing distance, you thread your fingers through his dark hair and bring his mouth to yours.
“Mm,” he rumbles against your lips, a hand immediately falling on the small of your back to help guide your hips against Mingi, grinding your core in earnest along his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” you whine at the sensation. “I need more, Mingi, please.” Yunho’s lips slide down to your neck, lingering over where he discovered last night is a sensitive spot, causing your grip in his hair to tighten. The feeling of his mouth on you almost pushes you over the edge, until Mingi pulls his hand away from your breast.
“Mhm,” he coos, relying on Yunho to keep your hips moving so he can focus on giving you what you need.
He starts slow, careful fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. He slides his hands beneath the fabric, palming both of your breasts with hot hands. He leans forward, kissing your belly where your shirt has started to ride up. His deep eyes burn with want, boring into yours as he takes the hem of your shirt between his teeth. He continues to work you as he pulls your shirt up with his mouth, further and further until your breasts are exposed. Or, as exposed as they can be with his hands cradling them. The callouses on his palms brush over your nipples, and you cry out, leaning on Yunho for support.
“Feel good, sweetheart?” He murmurs in your ear before kissing your temple, the soft gesture so wildly different from everything else transpiring between you.
“Yes, god,” you nod, leaning into his touch. As Yunho peppers your skin with soft kisses, Mingi dips down to catch your nipple in his mouth.
”Oh.” Your head falls back at the feeling, and you absentmindedly wrap a hand around the back of his neck to hold him there, letting your lust take over. He chuckles as his teeth graze over your sensitive peak, earning another whine from you.
Being intimate with these two feels like a waltz— they work together to please you, guiding you through the steps, and you follow their lead. Mingi keeps his mouth wrapped around your nipple and brings his hands back to firmly grip your hips, taking complete control over their movement. He drags you over him again and again, immediately finding that perfect angle again to grind his solid cock against your clit through your panties.
“Just like that, fuck, Mingi.” The need in your center is intensifying with every roll of your hips, only made more all-consuming by Mingi's mouth.
Yunho grabs your attention with a groan, and you realize just how hard you’ve been gripping his hair since Mingi put his mouth on you. His eyes roll back in his head when you look at him, and when they come back in view you see how full of need they are.
Without thinking, you claim his mouth with yours, as if it were instinctual to do so. You release him, sliding your hand down his chest, diving lower to his belt buckle, but he stops you.
”Not yet,” he whispers breathlessly against your lips. When you pout back at him, the tone of his voice dips lower as he presses his forehead to yours. “If you take my cock out in this car, I can’t promise it won’t end up inside of you. And I can’t fuck you the way that you need me to in here.” He ghosts his lips over yours, barely touching. You feel his lips pull back into a smirk. “So… have a little patience, sweetheart.”
“God,” you whimper just before he kisses you again, hard and deep. His tongue slips into your mouth, and the three of you begin to move in a perfect rhythm together— Yunho guiding your hips while he consumes your mouth, your hips grinding into Mingi and your hands in his hair, Mingi pinching one nipple while lapping at the other… Every part of you has been craving their touch all night long, and now that you’re getting it, it’s almost too much.
Heat sears through your center, and every glide of your cunt over Mingi’s cock has you chasing release. Your lust is so all-consuming, you hardly hear the praise from your lovers.
“You’re so good for us,” Yunho says, his voice deep and breathy. “So fucking good.” He kisses you from your lips to your cheek, down the side of your neck, landing right on the sensitive spot by your collarbone. Your hips stutter at his words, but his hands keep guiding you firmly.
”You gonna come for us, gorgeous?” Mingi replaces his mouth with a thumb and forefinger, rolling both of your nipples between his skilled fingers. “I wanna see you,” he whispers.
“Yeah,” your thighs begin to burn as you rock your hips, but you keep going, your impending climax barely out of reach. “Fuck, I’m almost—“
Your words are cut off by Yunho’s slender fingers wrapping around your throat, squeezing gently, just like he did last night. He holds you, not firm enough to restrict your breathing, but enough to command your attention.
“Come, sweetheart,” he encourages you, rubbing his thumb down the side of your throat. “If you come for us, right here and now in this car, you can have anything you want tonight.”
Mingi nods and murmurs a soft “mhm,” drawing his bottom lip between his teeth.
“A-Anything?” Words are hard to find, your looming orgasm consuming every rational thought.
“Anything, angel,” Mingi coos, increasing his pressure on your nipples. The slight pain mixed with every other pleasurable sensation they’re giving you has you reeling, and you put all of your energy into grinding on his cock.
He shifts his hips slightly, just right, and your climax hits you like a tidal wave, washing over you and drowning you in its intensity. Yunho releases you, and you let your body collapse over Mingi, burying your face in his neck and bracing your hands on his shoulders. He wraps his strong arms around you, holding you tight, and you writhe against him as he continues to rock into you, easing you through. You feel an extra hand running soothing trails up and down your back.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Yunho coos, “good girl.”
“So good,” Mingi murmurs softly into your hair. “Our gorgeous girl.” He adjusts your shirt for you, covering your breasts, and cradles the back of your head, holding you tightly against him.
They spend the next several minutes whispering sweet nothings into your skin, their gentle hands never leaving your body. You come to the realization that never in your life have you felt as safe in the arms of a man as you do with these two. This, in combination with the comedown from your ecstasy, has something tightening in your throat.
”Dammit,” you sniffle, cursing yourself for letting your emotions surface in front of them again.
“Good tears or bad tears?” Yunho whispers, sounding unfazed by your crying. These two have really seen a wide range of you in your time together, and you somehow haven’t scared them off.
“Really, really good.” You look up at him, bleary eyed, letting a tear slip down your cheek. “What are you two doing to me?” His warm gaze wraps you in an air of love, the corners of his eyes creasing as he smiles at you. He brings a thumb to your cheek to wipe your tear away. You don’t know what tomorrow will hold for the three of you, or any day after that, but the thought of it makes your chest ache.
”Giving you what you deserve,” Mingi chimes in, leaning forward to press a kiss to your neck. He buries his face in your skin, and Yunho’s lips ghost over your forehead. Your tears begin to dry in the intimate bubble they hold you in, despite the fear lingering in the back of your mind. You know that you need to cherish this night together, and figure out the future afterwards… if your mind will allow it.
“We’re almost to the hotel,” Yunho offers after a few moments of silence wrapped in each other.
You try not to make it obvious that you’re anxious about keeping your distance from them on the walk from the car through the hotel, but Mingi must sense it in your silence.
“We just need to get to our room, and then we’re all yours for the rest of the night, baby.” He eases you off of his lap, his erection still straining to get out of his jeans, and you have to avert your gaze to stop yourself from jumping his bones again. He catches your avoidance and smirks, cocking his head to the side.
“You’re in charge tonight,” he reminds you, adjusting himself in his jeans. “Any big plans for us?”
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The moment Yunho and Mingi get you alone in the elevator, they’re so close to you, you can hardly breathe. The distanced walk from the car to the hotel felt impossibly long, and the second they could be in your bubble again, they jumped at the opportunity. Yunho throws an arm over your shoulder while Mingi wraps one of his around your waist, both of their scents intoxicating you.
Each ding of the elevator sounds farther and farther from the last, taunting you as it crawls upward.
You expect them to step away from you when the door opens. To your surprise, they don’t. Yunho peeks down at you from the corner of his eye, cheeks pulling into a grin at your widened eyes.
They keep their arms wrapped around you as you exit the elevator and turn down the hallway toward their room, and you continue to feel safe and protected in their space. Mingi has your bag, along with his own, hanging from his shoulder, and the sight of it makes something in your heart clench. Twenty-four hours ago these men were just strangers, idols you adored, and now they’re doting on you left and right, touching and kissing you every chance they get.
What about twenty-four hours from now?
The thought creeps into you like venom, tingling through your body as Mingi opens their door, and fully paralyzing you in your place once you make it into their room. You tried to keep it out of your mind, but you can’t ignore it any longer.
You’re going to more stops on their tour, but who’s to say they’ll meet you at each one? Would they even want to? Even then, your time is limited.
You stand motionless in their hotel room, staring at a piece of lint on the carpet while they whirl around you, shedding layers and masks, tidying up and putting their things away. You clench your hands at your sides, willing their sudden restlessness away. Voices muffle through the haze and into your ears, and you suddenly feel like you can’t breathe.
Someone says your name, but you can’t decipher whose voice it was. Breathe.
You can’t do this to yourself. You’re already dangerously infatuated with these two, and spending another night wrapped in the sheets with them will do no good for your heart in the long run. Breathe.
You’ve been in such a bubble for the last day, you hadn’t let your heart even dare to think about what follows your little fling. Breathe.
“Sweetheart?” Yunho’s voice cuts through the fog, and suddenly he’s crouched in front of you, searching your eyes. “Talk to us, where’d you go?”
The furrow in his brow, the pure concern in his eyes… You take a quick step back, and his hands drop to his sides.
“Baby…” Mingi whispers hesitantly. “What’s wrong?”
Deep breath.
“What happens tomorrow?”
Your thought escapes your lips with a mind of its own, and you know by the immediate silence that neither one of them was expecting the question. They look at each other, then back to you, their expressions unreadable aside from the lingering worry in their eyes.
“After tonight,” your throat tightens, and you clear it. “What am I to you?”
You glance expectantly between the two of them, pressing crescents into your palms, stopping yourself from reaching for them. The silence is deafening, and you find yourself wishing you’d let yourself continue your evening in ignorant bliss instead of letting your anxiety get the best of you.
“Tonight,” Yunho takes a hesitant step toward you, stealing a quick glance at Mingi, “and long after, you will be a radiant, beautiful woman whom we were lucky to cross paths with.” Another step. “And we’ll be the two losers you can’t seem to get rid of.” Mingi nods next to him, and his brown eyes shine with emotion.
Your shoulders drop, and the cord that was tightening in your chest begins to loosen.
“Who says I’d ever want to get rid of you?” Your voice comes out in a choked whisper, and Yunho moves.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he crosses the room to you in two long strides and pulls you into his chest. “we will figure something out, I promise.” You don’t let any tears fall, convincing yourself to believe him. You’ve never wanted anything more than to believe him.
“This is insane, you guys.” You melt into the strong arms wrapped around you, breathing him in deeply. “It’ll never work,” you whisper, more to yourself than to them. How could it?
“We’ll make it work.” Mingi watches you and Yunho, a soft smile tugging at his lips.”We know it feels impossible, and maybe a little insane,” he approaches the two of you. “But we aren’t done with you after tonight. Not in the slightest.” He rests a possessive hand on the back of your neck, rubbing a thumb into the same spot that made your eyes roll back earlier tonight.
“You’re stuck with us.” His deep voice sends goosebumps prickling up and down every inch of your skin.
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.
“You’re crazy,” you smile lazily at the men towering over you, suddenly feeling lighter, the dark cloud of worry fading away.
“Crazy about you.” Yunho kisses the top of your head. Mingi shoves him gently for the corny line, but you all know you loved it. And that it’s true.
“You talked about this already, didn’t you?” You glance between them, noting their avoidance of eye contact with you. “You already decided this wasn’t it for us?”
Mingi pulls his lips between his teeth and looks expectantly at Yunho.
“We just didn’t know when or how to bring it up, sweetheart,” Yunho puts some space between the two of you, looking into your eyes. “You were always going to be a part of the conversation, of course, this isn’t just us we’re talking about,” he gestures between himself and Mingi, who nods in agreement.
“We wanted to talk about it right after the show,” Mingi chimes in, “but you were having such a good time with Woo and Sannie, and then they left and the dancing happened…and it just kind of… spiraled.” The tips of his ears redden, and his eyes travel down your body.
“I’m not complaining about that,” you shyly smile, head swimming with memories from the ride here. They must be thinking about it too, their eyes darkening and energy shifting.
They want you. Tonight isn’t your last night together, and they want you.
“Can we…”
You reach for both of them, struggling to find words. They welcome your touch, crowding around you.
“Can we talk about it tomorrow?” You glance between them, becoming increasingly aware of how hungry their gazes have turned, and yours must be mirroring theirs. “I just want to enjoy our night before we have to acknowledge the real world again.” You pull them closer to you, and Mingi’s head dips to bring his mouth to your neck.
“Of course,” Yunho lets out a restrained sigh as he drinks in the way your body responds to Mingi’s lips on you.
“What’s next?” Mingi asks, handing you the reins.
“You can have anything you want tonight,” Yunho’s voice from the car echos through your head.
The list of things you want to do with them is endless, but if tonight isn’t the end of you three, do you really want to ask for what you’re craving? What you’ve been fantasizing about since they entered your world a short day ago? You have time to experiment and explore with them…
But there’s no time like the present.
“I have some ideas,” you tease, squeezing your way between them, heading toward one of the beds in the room. “But I’m gonna keep a few to myself for now.”
“What have we done?” Yunho practically growls as he watches you spin around and plop down on the edge of the plush mattress. You lean back on your palms, arching your back in a way that has your skirt riding up your full thighs. “Can you be trusted with this much power, sweetheart?”
You spread your legs, making sure Mingi’s bite marks from last night are on display. You hear him exhale, and sure enough, his eyes are glued to them.
“Absolutely not,” you crook a finger at them, beckoning them toward you. “Come.”
You blink and Mingi is suddenly in front of you, dropping to his knees between your legs, splaying his hands wide across your thighs, eyes devouring every inch of you.
Yunho casually strolls up beside him, bringing a hand to cradle your face. You lean into his palm and he smiles, likely assuming he’ll have to wait his turn to get between your legs… but you have other plans.
“I want your mouth...” You put a finger under Mingi’s chin and lift it up, his full lips glistening under the dim light of the hotel room. His pupils are blown wide, all of his attention on you, hanging on your every word. You swipe your thumb across his bottom lip and he practically whines, nodding at your request. But then you look up at Yunho, using your free hand to loop a finger under his belt and pull him closer to you.
“…Both of you.”
Yunho lets out a deliciously low chuckle, considering your request for the briefest moment before bringing a hand to your knee, pulling your legs open even further to make more room.
“Whatever you want, doll.” He lowers to his knees next to his best friend, and you could faint at the sight of them. Knelt at your feet, shoulder to shoulder, flushed with desire… and eager.
”Go on then,” you purr.
You lift your hips for Yunho to strip you of your skirt, warm hands caressing your skin all the while. When he reaches for your tights, you stop him.
“Leave them on.”
Yunho tilts his head at you like a puppy, confusion painted across his face.
But Mingi must remember your words from the car ride here, because he chuckles. He pushes your thighs back, forcing your legs open wider, bringing a thumb to caress your swelling clit through your tights and panties. Your head lolls back at the contact, but it goes away as quickly as it came. Mingi slips his thumb under the netting of your tights and, with a tug, he tears them open, a devious smirk on his lips.
Yunho finally understands, and as Mingi rips the hole even bigger, Yunho takes it upon himself to do the same with your panties. In a few hurried movements, he tears the fabric at your hips and quickly discards it behind him, leaving you bare and wet before them. You must have a bewildered look on your face, because he assures you.
“I’ll buy you new ones.” He winks, then plunges two fingers deep inside of you. None of you have the patience for a slow start like last night.
“Fuck!” You cry out as he works his fingers deep inside of you, pulling one leg over his shoulder while Mingi does the same with the other, his lips finding the inside of your thigh. The two of them fall into a rhythm together, Yunho’s fingers pumping steadily in and out while Mingi’s mouth trails open mouthed kisses closer and closer to your center, both of them holding you open. Mingi is sure to be gentle over the bruises he left on you the night before, despite a part of you wishing he wouldn’t be.
When his lips finally wrap around your clit, you can’t stop the desperate sounds that claw their way up your throat. He licks you, skillfully sliding his tongue over and over your clit in time with Yunho’s fingers.
Part of you wants to lay back and enjoy the ecstasy working its way through your body, but you can’t tear your eyes away from them.
Yunho’s eyes are glued to where his fingers disappear inside of you, but Mingi’s stay on yours while he licks you. He groans as he tastes you, and the deep rumbling of his voice sends a rush of arousal to your center.
“You’re so wet for us, doll,” Yunho coos, curling his fingers inside of you. Mingi murmurs a “mhm,” into your cunt as he sucks your clit between his plush lips.
“Ah,” you rock your hips to meet their movements. “I-I’ve been thinking about this a-all night,” you admit, struggling to get the words out with the cloud of desire fogging your brain.
“So have we,” Yunho slows down but pushes in even deeper, and he watches your eyes roll back with a satisfied grin on his lips. “You have no idea.”
They continue to work your body until your chest is heaving and a sheen of sweat glistens on your forehead. You feel your climax building at the base of your spine, and can’t help but squeeze around Yunho’s fingers, earning a deep chuckle.
“She’s close,” he says to his best friend. “Should we switch?”
Mingi releases your throbbing clit with a pop, but Yunho immediately takes his place with his thumb, slowing his fingers to an achingly slow thrust, keeping you on a razor’s edge. Mingi captures your lips in a searing kiss, licking into your mouth with fervor. Tasting yourself on his tongue makes you dizzy, and so do the words that leave his mouth when he finally pulls away.
“I could stay between your legs all night long, baby,” he nudges your nose with his, his hands finding the hem of your shirt and swiftly pulling it up over your head. You whine when Yunho pulls his fingers from your cunt, but you shiver in the anticipation of what you know is coming. “Someday, I’m going to.” Mingi emphasizes his last word by filling you with two fingers.
Your cry is muffled as he crashes his lips into yours again, and he swallows the whimper you let out when Yunho’s tongue slides over your clit. Your hips jerk at the feeling, but Yunho presses a hand down on your lower belly to keep you in place, only making it all the more intense.
Mingi’s thicker fingers stretch you wide, burning deliciously for a brief moment before your wetness allows them to glide in and out with ease.
“You have wrecked us,” he kisses down the hinge of your jaw, to your collarbone. “You have absolutely wrecked us, angel– we are yours.” You feel Yunho nod in agreement against your inner thigh, and he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking gently.
Their movements turn slow and deep, keeping you on the edge, playing your body like an instrument they’ve mastered.
Mingi’s mouth travels to your nipple, and you fall back onto your elbows as his teeth graze over the peak. He curls his fingers inside of you with each thrust, going deeper and deeper. You dig your heel into Yunho’s back as he swirls the tip of his tongue around your swollen bud, and Mingi uses his free hand to palm your other breast.
“F-feels so good,” you watch them as the cord in your lower belly starts to wrap tighter and tighter. The sinful sounds of the three of you panting, Mingi’s fingers moving in and out of you, and Yunho’s groaning as he tastes you continue to push you closer and closer to your release.
“More, Mingi, please,” your head falls back as Yunho laps at you faster, and Mingi sucks your nipple into his mouth as he smoothly slides a third finger inside of you. “Fuck, I’m so close, ah!”
Your warning shifts their energy. Mingi’s fingers piston in and out of you with such determined force, you feel it in your stomach, and the pads of his fingers bump your G spot with each thrust. Yunho eats you like you’re his last meal, burying his face in you the best he can with Mingi’s hand moving under his chin.
“Give it to us, baby,” Mingi owns your attention with his gravelly command. “Our good girl,” he praises you. “Let go, come for us.”
“Oh, fuck,” you collapse on the mattress as the cord inside of you snaps without warning, and your body shakes as you let your orgasm have full control over you. Your fingers thread into Yunho’s dark hair and hold his mouth against you while he licks you softly, tenderly. Mingi holds his fingers knuckle deep inside of you, feeling your cunt squeeze around them while you come. You feel him drop back to the floor onto his knees, and he rests his forehead against your thigh. After a few moments of the three of you catching your breath, he slowly pulls his fingers from you, bringing his hand to rest on your hip.
“Wow,” he pants, peppering your skin with featherlight kisses.
Yunho presses one final kiss to your sex before doing the same. “Yeah, wow,” he agrees, and all you can do is smile.
You wipe a sweat-soaked strand of hair from your forehead before letting your legs fall, your toes barely touching the floor. You slowly push back up to a sitting position. Your head feels so fuzzy, but your thirst for them buzzes under your skin, and you have to see them, touch them.
They both look up at you through dark hooded eyes, mouths glistening with your arousal. Lust thrums through your body despite just having had an orgasm, and it takes on a mind of its own.
“Shirts off,” you command, suddenly aware of just how naked you are in comparison to them being fully clothed. They both obey with smirks on their faces, pulling their t-shirts off and tossing them away. “Thank you,” you grin, feeling another wave of hunger wash over you at the sight of them, their tan chests glistening with sweat and heaving with deep breaths. You reach for them, threading your fingers into their hair, pulling them both up to meet your mouth.
You kiss Yunho first, letting his tongue slip into your mouth, coating yours with the taste of yourself. You hear Mingi sigh as he watches the two of you, his fingers tightening where they rest on your hip before his lips connect with your throat. When Yunho’s mouth travels to your neck, Mingi’s comes up to kiss your lips, and they trade off, each taking their turn to kiss you over and over, fingers gliding over your skin and working you up into a needy mess. You kiss like this for a long while, each turn changing closer and closer to the last, until the three of you are pressed together in a tangled mess of tongues and wandering hands. Both of their mouths are on yours at the same time, and you lose track of where you end and where they begin.
You pull back to catch your breath, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with want, but that doesn’t stop them. When you remove yourself from the equation, you are surprised to see that Yunho and Mingi continue to kiss without you.
Mingi’s tongue slips into Yunho’s mouth, and he welcomes it, returning the favor. They keep their hands on you as they explore each others’ mouths, looking comfortable and familiar as they kiss. Yunho’s hand slides up your rib cage and wraps around your breast, while Mingi’s grips your hip.
When Yunho’s other hand slides around Mingi’s waist, you accidentally let out a sound that resembles a moan, and they break the kiss to look at you.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” Yunho suddenly looks and sounds shy, avoiding your eyes while a blush creeps across his cheeks. “Didn’t mean to get carried away.” He brushes his fingers over his lips, letting them linger. Mingi looks between the two of you, his lips swollen and parted.
“Holy shit,” you breathe, absentmindedly rocking your naked core against the bedding beneath you. “Have you… done that before?”
“Once or twice,” Mingi teases, a crooked grin plastered across his face in contrast to Yunho’s shy smile that he’s desperately trying to hide, the tips of his ears burning red.
“Interesting,” you tease, logging that in your brain. “We will come back to that later,” you reach for Yunho and he melts into your touch, keeping one hand on you and another on his best friend.
“It’s okay,” you whisper, sliding your thumb across his bottom lip. “If you’re worried about me being bothered, I need you to push that thought as far out of your head as it can possibly go.”
He nods, immediately trusting that you’re true to your word. He leans into you just close enough that the tips of your noses brush, and the lingering scent of sex on his mouth makes you dizzy.
“Can I fuck you, sweetheart?” Yunho asks, his lips barely touching yours.
“Only if I get to taste you first,” you counter, sliding your hand down the firm plane of his chest, over his taut stomach, and to the buckle of his belt. He smiles against your lips, nodding wordlessly. You make quick work of his buckle and zipper, slipping your hand into his jeans to stroke his rock solid length over his boxer briefs. He sighs at the feeling, and you know he’s been patiently waiting for you to touch him.
“Can I watch?” Mingi interrupts, his jeans already unzipped and open, his erection straining against his underwear.
“Actually,” your free hand slips down to palm Mingi’s cock through the fabric of his underwear and he shudders an exhale. “I was hoping you’d… fuck me, while I take care of Yunnie.”
Mingi laughs lowly as you feel both of them. “With the ripped tights still on, I’m assuming?” He teases you although he already knows the answer, and your shy smile gives him his answer. “I should’ve known you had a plan.”
“Take these off,” you give them both one last stroke before removing your hands and scooting back onto the mattress. “And get up here.”
They both scramble up from the floor, quickly stripping their pants and boxers, and your mouth waters when their cocks finally spring free. You shift up onto your knees, sitting back on your calves while you gesture for Yunho to lay down in the middle of the mattress.
He does what you want, stretching out right next to you, settling back into the fluffy pillows. His cock rests against his stomach, solid and leaking, and you swear you’re drooling. You brush a stray strand of hair from his forehead, then give him a quick kiss before moving to kneel between his legs.
“You up for giving him another show, baby?” You call to Mingi as he crawls up onto the bed, settling behind you, wrapping a possessive arm around your waist. You lean back into his chest, and tilt your head to one side, feeling his solid cock pressing against your ass. He drops a kiss to your shoulder before biting you teasingly, soothing the spot with his tongue.
“Anytime, gorgeous.” His fingers trail down your stomach and slip between your legs, teasing your entrance. Yunho watches the two of you, entranced, and his cock twitches against his stomach, a pearlescent bead forming at its tip. You let Mingi touch you for a brief moment, but ultimately your desire to have Yunho’s cock in your hands wins.
You bend over, pressing your ass into Mingi as you run your hands up Yunho’s thighs. His breath catches in his throat when you finally wrap your hand around the base of his thick cock, and you stroke him slowly from base to tip, rolling your wrist.
Meanwhile, Mingi slips his hand between your legs from behind you, and you spread them wide, giving him ample room to press two fingers at your opening. You don’t give him the chance to tease you, and you push back, forcing his fingers deep inside you. He chuckles in understanding, and quickly finds a rhythm.
“You two are, ah–” Yunho groans as you suck his tip into your mouth. “You two are such teases.”
You release him with a pop, licking your lips while you hold eye contact with him. You dip low, lapping at the base of his cock, slowly moving your way back up to the tip, and you swirl your tongue around it before taking him fully. You take his cock as deep as you can, breathing through your nose and pushing lower and lower until his tip bumps the back of your throat.
“Fuck,” his eyes roll back when you squeeze your hand around the base. “Feels so good, ah.” He lets out the prettiest sounds as you take him, pulling back up to the tip, then back down again.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, okay angel?” Mingi asks from behind you and you nod, offering a muffled “mhm” around Yunho’s cock. You bob up and down, and feel Mingi notching his tip at your entrance, slowly pushing in. You pull off of Yunho for a moment to really feel Mingi filling you, stroking Yunho’s cock as he does. With a final thrust, he fills you completely, and you both sigh at the feeling.
He begins to fuck you, and you lay your head on Yunho’s stomach while you adjust to the feeling, your hand stroking Yunho at the same pace as Mingi thrusts into you.
“God, baby, you feel fucking incredible,” he praises you, hands gripping your hips so tight, you want there to be fingerprint shaped bruises on you tomorrow. “Look so good taking me, these fucking tights, fuck,”
“Our perfect girl,” Yunho brushes your hair from your face as you prop yourself up to take him back into your mouth. You lick the sensitive underside of his tip, then take him to the back of your throat again. “Ah, so pretty when she’s stuffed full of us.”
You feel so full, Mingi’s cock hitting the perfect spot inside of you while Yunho fills your mouth. You suck him messily, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth while you take him deeper and deeper down your throat. You feel like your body is on fire, every nerve ending so sensitive to their touch.
Mingi fucks you so hard, each time his hips thrust into yours, you feel his balls hitting your swollen clit. The sensation makes you whine around Yunho, and you feel another orgasm swelling deep inside of you. You’re not ready to come yet– you have one more thing you want to do tonight, if they’re willing. Who knows if you’ll ever have the chance again after tonight?
You pull off of Yunho, spit connecting your mouth to his cock, but Mingi quickly pulls you up to press you into his sweat-slicked chest. “I want to fill you up so badly, but I have a feeling you have more plans for us tonight,” he growls into your ear, slowing his thrusts just enough that you can think a little more clearly.
“I-I do,” you tell him, rocking back into him to meet his hips. Yunho watches the two of you with a burning gaze, squeezing the base of his cock.
“I want b-both of you,” you confess. “At the same time, please.” Yunho’s eyes widen, and Mingi’s cock twitches inside of you. “If you want–”
“How?” Mingi’s question is genuine, his voice calm. His hips have almost stopped completely, seemingly trying to process your request. But you have answers.
“I want to ride Yunho,” you start, feeling a little shy about the second part.
“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Yunho allows himself to lazily stroke his cock while he waits for you. “Tell us what you want.”
Mingi’s reassuring hands hold you tight, letting you know he’s not going anywhere.
“A-And, I want Mingi…”
In your moment of hesitation, he slips a hand between your bodies, softly pressing his thumb against your ass. The slightly unfamiliar sensation has you shivering, but your center throbs harder with need.
“Here?” He questions, teasing you with his thumb. Your head falls back against his chest at the feeling, and you nod. “You want me in your ass?” His voice is so dangerously low, you feel dizzy.
“Y-Yes, please,” you push off of him to straddle Yunho and he lets you go. “I’ve only done it once before, so we can go slow.” Yunho’s hands find your hips, and he holds you so firmly that he wordlessly demands your attention.
“Y/n, are you sure?” He asks, searching your eyes for confirmation.
“I’m one hundred percent sure,” you assure him. “I trust you both, and I know we can stop if I change my mind.”
“Damn right,” Mingi agrees, “we’ll go as slow as you need, and if it gets to be too much, you can tell us to stop.”
You look to Yunho, trying to gauge what he’s thinking. “Is this also something you’ve been thinking about all day?” He asks, a knowing grin on his lips.
“Maybe,” you slowly lower your body onto him, sliding your cunt up the length of his cock. He sighs at the feeling.
“Then let’s do it.” He reaches for you, and you lean down toward him. He wraps a hand around the back of your neck, bringing you down to kiss him. You lift your hips as he licks into your mouth, and you feel him lining his cock up with your entrance. As soon as you feel his tip slip inside, you let him guide your hips down until he’s fully seated inside you.
The stretch feels incredible, and you sit there for a moment, rocking your hips slowly to get used to the feeling. Mingi sidles up behind you, laying a comforting hand across your back. “Whenever you’re ready baby, I’ll start getting you ready for me.” You nod, starting to bounce on Yunho’s cock, willing yourself to loosen up a little bit and shed your nerves.
Yunho’s thumb finds your clit, and you melt, your body relaxing into all of their soothing touches.
“Go ahead,” you tell Mingi, glancing back at him and nodding. “I’m ready.”
“Tell me to slow down or stop altogether if you need.” He presses an open mouthed kiss to the middle of your back as you lean down to kiss Yunho again. Yunho keeps a thumb pressed to your clit, rubbing you not with the intention to bring you to another orgasm, but to keep you calm. Mingi tears your tights open further, exposing your backside to him fully.
Yunho’s tongue slides into your mouth, and his hands hold you firmly still on his cock as you feel Mingi’s finger on your ass. He must’ve slipped it into his mouth prior, because it feels slick as it prods at your hole. He teases you, pushing in the tiniest bit by bit, Yunho’s thumb on your clit and cock inside of you making it feel effortless. You never thought in a million years you’d be so relaxed in this scenario. After a few moments, he manages to press his whole finger inside, and pumps in and out very slowly. You don’t know how you’ll manage to be coherent with his cock inside of you, because just his finger has you feeling delirious.
“Doing okay, baby?”
“Mhm,” you manage to get out, pulling back to find Yunho’s eyes, needing something to remind you this is real. “Really, really good.”
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Yunho praises you, cradling your face gently in his hand, supporting you with everything he has. He continues to slide his thumb over your clit, and his cock pulses inside of you.
“I’m gonna add another finger, okay?” Mingi rubs a soothing hand down your spine and you nod. “Let me hear your words, baby.”
“Yes, okay,” you manage, letting your eyes fall shut.
You feel another finger prodding at your ass, and after a few more minutes of torturously slow pumping, Mingi has both buried deep inside.
“I’m gonna get you nice and ready, okay?” He continues to hold you tenderly with his free hand, and you’ve never felt so protected and cared for.
“Okay,” you sigh, letting Yunho hold you. He lifts your hips slightly and plants his feet on the mattress to rock into you from underneath, the added pleasure of him fucking into you making you feel all the more ready for Mingi.
Mingi scissors his fingers inside of you, stretching you open while Yunho fucks you. You’ve never felt pleasure like this before, and you know you’ll be chasing this feeling again in the future with them.
“Fuck,” you whine when Yunho’s cock reaches deep inside you. “Mingi, I’m ready, please,” you reach behind you, grasping for any part of him you can reach. You find his arm, and dig your nails in. “I want you,”
“Okay, baby, okay, I got you,” he coos as he slowly pulls his fingers out.
Yunho stops, burying himself deep inside and pulling you down over him again, your breasts pressed against his chest. “Say the word, and we’ll stop,” he reminds you, and you nod. “You look so fucking beautiful right now.” You can’t help but smile at his words, wondering what his perspective of you must look like at this moment.
“Ready?” Mingi asks, continuing to be so gentle with your body.
“Mhm,” you lay your head on Yunho’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as you feel the tip of Mingi’s cock press at the opening of your ass. “Slow,” you remind him.
“Slow,” he repeats.
Yunho holds you close, staying buried deep inside of you as Mingi presses inside. Just the tip at first, stretching you in a way you’ve never felt before. It stings for just a moment, then the pain melts into searing pleasure.
“More,” you pant.
He gives you more. He pushes further inside, bit by bit, waiting for your cue each time, until his cock is fully seated inside of you.
The three of you stay like that for a long moment, both of your lovers buried so deep inside of you, gentle hands rubbing soothing trails over every inch of your skin.
“You still with us, beautiful?” Yunho’s voice brings you back to earth.
“Yes,” you sigh, feeling so light. “Move, please.”
“You stay put, we’ll do all the work,” Mingi pulls out, still moving slowly, almost all the way to the tip before pushing back inside.
“Fuck, I can feel you,” Yunho groans. Mingi chuckles in response and you swear Yunho rolls his eyes at his friend.
They help you get to a level where they can both comfortably fuck you, and they hold you steady in that position. Yunho’s thumb resumes its attention to your clit, and you fully hand yourself over to them.
They both start moving, and it is a sensation you’ve never felt. You feel so impossibly full, and drunk with pleasure. Despite this being an entirely new experience for all three of you, you still fall into the familiar dance, finding the perfect rhythm that has all of you panting and moaning together.
“So fucking good,” Mingi’s deep voice growls from behind you as he starts to be a lot less gentle with you… finally. “You take us so well, fuck,”
“Perfect,” Yunho coos, palming one of your breasts with his free hand, and massaging your clit with purpose with the other. His cock bumps that tender spot deep inside you with each thrust, and you know you aren’t lasting nearly as long as you’d like to.
They fuck into you in earnest, taking everything you have to give them.
Mingi bends over your form, trailing kisses up your spine as he fucks you. He wraps his arm around you, and pulls you back against him, holding you flush against his chest.
“You’re ours,” Mingi growls as he buries his teeth in the soft skin of your shoulder. You cry out at the feeling, your climax threatening to break through. You nod, whimpering as you try to process every sensation you’re feeling.
“Say it, beautiful,” Yunho encourages you, increasing the pace with which he swirls his thumb around your clit.
“I’m yours,” you choke out, “you have ruined me for anyone else, I want you, I am yours.” You ramble on and on in a delirious, lust-clouded haze, and they murmur soft words of praise into your skin as they both pump into you in harmony with each other.
The way that they’re handling you tonight feels more intimate than last night. Whether it’s the promise of something in your future together or the familiarity that you have by it being your second time together… This doesn’t feel like last night, no– this feels like making love.
The realization nearly pushes you over the edge, and you can feel that they’re getting close too.
“I’m– fuck, I’m almost there,” you whine, hardly able to keep yourself upright anymore. Mingi holds you firmly in his arms, supporting your weight.
They both agree in unison, and you all begin chasing climax.
Mingi is the first to come, pumping deep inside of you, hot release filling your ass as he groans your name. Yunho follows moments after, stilling inside of you, his cock pulsing inside your cunt as his release fills you up, too. His thumb circles your clit, once, twice, thrice more, and you’re joining them.
Both of their names fall from your lips over and over as you fall apart in their arms, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. You collapse over Yunho, and their hands are instantly soothing your sensitive skin, holding you gently. They cover your body in light kisses, slipping out of you carefully, easing your exhausted body into the blankets. They crowd around you, nestling you between them, hands never leaving your skin. After blissful moments of post-coital silence, Mingi has to be the one to break it.
“I told you you’d be screaming both of our names tonight,” he says.
“Of course the first thing you have to say after all of that is teasing,” you lightly smack his chest and he laughs. Yunho joins him.
After another beat of silence, Mingi continues. “You were incredible.”
Your lids feel heavy, but you force them to stay open to look at him. “You were both incredible.” You look between them, your heart swelling at the adoration in both of their eyes. “I’ve never felt anything like that before,” you continue. “And you made it feel so easy, I felt so safe, and–” Your voice catches in your throat at the admission, and you realize how well and truly fucked you are if these two ever decide to call this quits.
Yunho senses your shift, and his arm tightens around you. “We will always make you feel safe, y/n. Promise.” He smiles at you.
“Always,” Mingi agrees. “Now, can we get cleaned up? I’m itching for some food and snuggles.”
Your body is spent, but they insist on helping you get washed up for bed. You step under the hot spray with Yunho while Mingi runs down to your room to grab you a set of your pajamas.
“How are you feeling?” Yunho asks as he lathers your hair with shampoo, taking breaks to press soft kisses to your shoulders and cheeks.
“Incredible,” you let your eyes close while he rinses the bubbles out. “But exhausted… and nervous.” You’ve been really trying not to be too hopeful about what the future holds, but as the sunrise quickly approaches it’s getting harder to ignore. You don’t know what has happened in the last day, but you suddenly can’t picture life without these two.
“We are too,” he confesses, moving on to conditioner.
“You are?”
“Of course,” he pulls you into his arms, rubbing circles into your back with his fingers. “Being in a relationship when you do what we do is really fucking hard.” He brings his hands to your face, cradling them, tilting your head back to look up at him. “But you are worth it, and we will do everything in our power to make it easy for you.”
“Is that what we are?” You wrap your arms around his waist. “In a relationship?”
“I think that’s something we should discuss all three of us, but,” he dips low to softly kiss your lips. “If you’ll have us… we’d really like that.”
“Hm,” you muse, “my two boyfriends, Yunho and Mingi,” you smile against his lips. “I like the sound of that.”
“Me too, sweetheart.”
You finish up your shower and Mingi takes one of his own while you and Yunho get into your pajamas for the night. A delicious room service dinner and a short movie later, the three of you are in bed, snuggled up under the soft bedding. You lay with your back tucked against Yunho’s chest, and Mingi brushes his nose against yours, an arm thrown around both of you.
“Did you think we’d come out of this tour with a girlfriend?” Mingi asks, and Yunho laughs behind you, nuzzling into your neck.
“No way, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” His voice is laced with sleep, and sure enough, a few short minutes later he’s softly snoring behind you. That leaves you and Mingi, holding each other, just as you did last night.
“I’m scared,” you whisper into the darkness after long moments of silence.
“There’s nothing to be scared of, baby,” Mingi assures you, pulling you close, tucking you against his chest. “We’ll do what it takes to make this work.”
“That’s what Yunho said, too.” You huff out a laugh, knowing they’re on the same page and endlessly determined.
“And he’s right.” You tilt your head up just enough for Mingi to nuzzle his nose against your cheek. He kisses you softly, letting his lips linger against your skin. “We don’t care how crazy it sounds, but we adore you and we don’t want to let you go.”
“I don’t want you to let me go either,” you confess. “I want this. So badly.”
“Then you’ll have it.” You can hear the smile in his voice. “We’ll find a way.”
“Promise?” You whisper.
“Promise.”
You drift off, held between your two lovers, hearts full of the promise of your future together.
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THANK YOU FOR READING ♡
i cant promise a part three for this one but if i do write one it won't be for a little while! i have a few other wips i'd like to get out before i dive back into this world. let me know if you'd like another part♡
