paring: boyfriend's older brother mingi x f!reader
content - smutty (mdi), sexual tension, enemies to lovers?, dark romancey,
a/n - short one shot cuz im ovulating and working on other things...sorry if they take long, I'm going through a little heart break and so much drama with BTS, army and namseok...NOT PROOF READ WOAH
word count - 1.0K+
You hated Mingi Song.
He was loud, pushy and overly self confident for a man only 6 foot. Well, he was pretty tall compared to everyone else – but still. And unlike your boyfriend, he had more muscle, constantly dyed his naturally dark locks but somehow kept his hair healthy, sharp siren like monolids, perfectly smooth skin, straight nose, plump rosey lips. He wasn't your type though. Too much. Too hyper. Too much older.
And lucky for you, the feeling was completely mutual. You were the random bitchy girl that appeared in his life all because you were dating his five years younger brother. Why did you always give him such attitude every time you saw his sexy face? Why did you insist on making his poor younger brother’s life worse? And why did you have to look so good? – totally not his type, but compared to the other girls his brother has been with, which was a lot, you were quite the catch.
Still, you were rude, sharp and unapproachable. He hated being in the same room as you and his brother. Hated having to make small talk to you since he couldn't control his extrovertedness. Hated seeing his brother touch you. Hated the way you glared at him when he tried to make everyone in a room laugh.
You and his brother were both 20. Mingi was 25. Though his brother and you were adults, Mingi still felt obligated to watch over you both for whatever reason. He claimed it was since his brother lived with him, but this only added to your hatred towards him.
Why did he always have to interrupt romance between you and his brother? And why was he so high energy when he entered a room?
It was a rainy friday after noon as you finally finished with work. Since it was friday, and your boyfriend has been a little too quiet all day, you wanted to come over and see your boyfriend at his house. That also meant that you had to see, ugh, Song Mingi — But whatever, your boyfriend was what mattered most, and you couldnt let his annoyance of a sibling ruin your plans.
After a quick drive in the rain, you parked outside of the apartment building of which your boyfriend and his brother rented and gave a light knock.
A long three seconds passed by before the door opened. Fuck–It was that bastard, Mingi. Short sleeved black shirt that perfect highlighted his biceps, brown black hair tossled like he lazilyjust got out of bed but still looked like some kind of kpop model, dark siren eyes looking very annoyed.
His naturally raspy voice came out as a grumble once he greeted you.
“Hey.”
“Ugh.” You couldn't help but scoff in response.
“Why are you here?” He questioned bluntly.
“To see him.” You stated obviously.
Mingi sassily put a thick hand on his strong hip. “Well he’s not here. Leave.”
“Fine…”
You soon enough turned to walk away and back into the rain. You were already sick of seeing Mingi’s face. That was enough Mingi and you interaction for —
“Actually, stay. Its raining.”
What? You freezed as his surprisingly soft but large hands gripped your wrist like some kind of lifeline.
“Dont touch me.” You snapped.
“Fine. Princess.”
He chuckled before reluctantly letting go. This was going to be a long day.
You stood by the front door like a pathetic dog waiting for her owner to come back home. And for some reason, Mingi stood right beside you. You tried to get him to leave many times but he always used the “this is my house” card. So you just decided to tolerate him, for now..but his body heat was so much, and his breathing was so loud, and his heated energy was radiating off of him like crazy.
“Can you stop breathing so hard?” You snapped
Minig put his large, manly hands up in a mocking surrender “This is my fucking house. Idiot.”
“Youve said that a million times. My boyfriend helps pay the rent–”
“My ‘’’boyfriend’’’ helps pay the rent!” he mocked with hand gestures that you didn't even realize you had when you got defensive.
“You fucking bitch.” You gritted through your teeth.
“Language.” He teased with that sexy almost charming smile of his--Big straight-teeth n all.
“Shut the fuck up, im leaving.”
“Thank goodness.”
“You can go fuck yourself.”
“Why do that when I want to fuck you so bad?”
The energy in the room somehow got hotter. It held the sexual tension of two people who desperately wanted to hate each other because they couldn't be together. Or at least shouldn't, but still found one another hot as hell.
“What?” You gasped, shocked yet turned on by his bluntness–his straight forwardness.
Slowly, his large hunk of a form confidently approached you in slow, purposeful strides until yu were backed up against the nearest wall.
“You heard me, baby.”
“Hm, why don't you repeat—”
“Sometimes i wish i could fuck you so hard that youd take back every shitty thing you said to me. Youd beg me for forgiveness and id forgive you since, well–”
“Im literally dating your brother.”
“Your loss.” He shrugged.
“Wait.”
You suddenly pulled out your phone to text your boyfriend (of one month) like you life depended on it. Something simple, but also needed.
Were over. Dont ask…
“Lets just do this so i can see how bad you are in bed.”
“Good girl.” He practically growled, like some kind of tiger in heat. He then followed up on your fun plan—something you didn't know he dreamed of many times before.
“Lets do this so i can see how wet you are from just hearing me breathe.”
“Funny. Lets do this so I can see how small your cock is.” You scoffed.
Quickly, Mingi’s large hands trailed down to his shorts and slipped both his underwear and his sweat shorts down to his knees with ease. This exposed his obvious wet, veiny 9 inch erection that was clean shaved, had paler flesh, was uncircumcised and all.
Switch it up like Nintendo : Kang Yeosang x Reader
Summary : By dating Yeosang, you quickly learned that he likes to unwind from a long day by taking you to bed. Though tonight you want to spice things up a bit...
Content warning : MDNI, smut, sub!Yeosang, dom!Reader, pegging, a bit of dirty talk, penetration, oral sex mentioned, read at your own risks.
Disclaimer : English is not my first language, so sorry for any language or grammar mistakes.
The more you got to know Ateez, the more you got to know their ways of relaxing. They were often busy and they had to make the most of their free time. Each member had their own way to relax : from working out to gaming, from traveling to simply lounge on the dorms’ couch. And for your boyfriend Yeosang…
“Ngh… too much…” Yeosang whines under you, voice muffled by the pillow he’s hugging tightly, looking at you over his shoulder, cheeks flushed deep and eyes shining with unshed tears. From pain or pleasure ? You couldn’t tell.
“Shh… it’s alright…” You coo, reaching to brush the blonde strands away from his sweaty forehead, your other hand gently stroking his hip. “You’re doing so well…”
He huffs, not really convinced, his brows furrowed as he gets accustomed to the stretch and fullness. Your hands run up and down his sweaty back to relax him further, gently massaging him before resting on the swell of his ass. You grab both cheeks to spread him open, watching your hips pressed flush against his ass, your strap completely swallowed by his lubed hole and you bite your lower lip at the sight. “I’m all the way in now…” You whisper, slowly rolling your hips to see his reaction.
Yeosang moans, the sensation new for him. He suggested pegging not so long ago, telling you with flushed cheeks that he saw the strap-on in the box where you kept all your other toys and accessories. You remember that time, you took the box from under your bed and opened it for him the day he wanted to use a vibrator on you. You didn’t think he had that much time to see every toy you had in detail.
Maybe he didn’t, but his eyes were drawn to that black leather strap-on with its pink dildo attached. He told you that he often thought about what it would do to be fucked like he did to you.
You honestly wouldn’t have taken your boyfriend for the kind of person wanting to be pegged. You thought your pink strap-on would collect dust in its box and that it would be money thrown out of the window. However, who were you to deny your sweet Yeosang anything? And when he told you he already fingered himself to see how it would feel and that he wanted more? You were done for.
He was on all fours under you, back arched, his face partially hidden by the pillow he was holding, though it was doing little to stifle his breathy moans. His honeyed skin was lightened by the soft glow of the TV, the beads of sweat running down his back almost making him ethereal.
Soft lo-fi music played in the background, more as a way to set the mood rather than concealing the noises you would make. You wanted everything to be perfect for him, to keep him relaxed, take your time with him, tease him like he did to you when he was in one of his moods.
Your hands reach around to stroke his thighs, the muscles clenching under your fingers. You purposefully avoid his throbbing cock, not wanting to rush things. He lets out a frustrated moan when you do so, trying to buck his hips towards your hand, needing your touch on his painful arousal. You smile, leaning in to press a small kiss between his shoulder blades.
You draw your hips back, making Yeosang whimper at your sudden movement, leaving only the tip of your strap inside, you watch as his hole clenches around you, trying to suck you back in. “You like that?” You tease, slowly thrusting back in, letting out a shaky breath when you hear him moan again.
You set up a languid pace, letting him grow accustomed to the feeling, and you chuckle when you see him move his hips back, trying to fuck himself back on your strap. “Fuck… need more…” He whines, his fingers clutching the pillow tighter, every nerve on fire with each stroke of your strap along his sensitive walls.
Your thrusts falter slightly. Yeosang wasn’t usually the swearing type. He only did it when you had sex, too lost in pleasure to care about what he said. He buries his face into the pillow, trying to stifle his moans. It felt too much and not enough at the same time. He needed more of you. He wanted you to reach that special spot inside him, the one he fingered too many times and that made him see stars. It would feel so good coming from his sweet girl.
Pleasure was building up so much faster now that he just let you fuck him senseless. He was so hard it hurts, his cock hanging heavily between his thighs and leaking all over the sheets. His fingers clenched with the urge to touch himself, to take more than what you were already giving him. He was torn between wanting to give in to the pleasure and not wanting to cum too fast.
“More?” You pant, snapping your hips harshly, making him jolt. “Yes! Please, yes!” He cries out, his knees threatening to give out. He’s unable to push himself back up as you start to thrust with more force, your hips snapping wetly against his every time you bottom out. You’re squeezing his waist so hard you’re sure you were going to leave bruises, but you didn’t care. The sight of Yeosang under you, moaning and drooling all over the pillow had you dripping, and you could feel yourself coat the leather of the strap with your arousal. You moaned with every thrust, loving the power it gave you.
You try to tilt your hips with every plunge, wanting to find that spot inside him that would make him see stars. You’re rewarded when he cries out your name as his eyes roll back, his hips jerking to meet your thrusts. “Oh, right here… fuck…” he rasps, his back arching, his hole clenching around you, trying to suck you in even deeper. You move with purpose now, the blunt head of the strap hitting his prostate with each thrust, reducing Yeosang to a whimpering mess under you. “Feels so… good…” He moans.
You lean over, your breasts pressing against his damp back. “Shh… I know, I know you need to cum…” You breathe into his ear, your hand resting over his, intertwining your fingers. “I know I’ve kept you waiting…” You add, your tone dripping with false remorse. Before you started to fuck him, you spent long minutes sucking his cock, giving him a sense of power by letting him fuck your throat before pulling out and taking him again, continuing that game of sending him over the edge without letting him cum, leaving him whimpering and frustrated before he pushed you away to roll over his belly and spread himself open for you.
You let go of his hand to place your fingers under his chin, tilting it up to make him look at you. He was doing so good for you, stepping out of his comfort zone to allow you both to explore new territories. You kiss him eagerly, your tongue flicking against his and you moan when he bites at your lower lip, reminding you that he was still in control. He allowed you to fuck him and you should be grateful for it. You swallow each other’s moans, the kiss growing messy, both of you chasing the other’s lips as your bodies jerk with your thrusts. “Yeosang…” You whimper, feeling as desperate as him.
You sit back up and grip Yeosang’s hips more firmly. You were panting, your thighs straining with the effort of pounding. Only a few minutes in and you were already struggling, while Yeosang could take you for several rounds. Either he wasn’t human or you were lacking practice. You tilt your head back and close your eyes, letting yourself get cradled by the soft lo-fi music coming from the TV behind you, basking in the sounds of Yeosang’s whimpers and smacking flesh, lewd and raw but so real.
You reach around to wrap your fingers around Yeosang’s neglected cock, pumping him in rhythm with your thrusts, his precum quickly coating your fingers. He feels tears start to well up in his eyes. It was both too much and not enough and he couldn’t decide if he wanted to fuck himself deeper on your strap or fuck his throbbing cock into your hand. “Who would’ve thought you loved being fucked that much, uh?” You tease, breathless.
Yeosang nods frantically, his moans desperate now. “Ngh… love it… please ‘m close…” He pants, clenching around you. He doesn’t want it to stop but he feels so close, it feels too good. His nerves are on fire, waves of pleasure rushing through him every time your strap brushes against his prostate. It feels better, different, he doesn’t know anymore, he just doesn’t want it to stop.
You lean over to whisper into his ear. “Let go for me…” You could feel it, his cock throbbing and leaking in your hand, his balls drawn tight and heavy every time you tugged down, he was close, and it was going to be powerful.
You aim for his prostate again, your hand twisting up to stroke his flushed tip and Yeosang tips over the edge. He cries out, his body falling forwards as he comes, spilling all over your knuckles and the sheets below you. It’s a lot, and you hear each warm rope falling onto the bed with a wet plop. He’s babbling at his point, weakly thrusting into your hand to prolong his orgasm even though he’s already overstimulated.
He closes his eyes to stop the black spots from dancing over his vision. He falls limp onto the bed, his body shaking with the aftershocks. You lean over him to gently kiss his shoulder, pulling out of him, his abused hole twitching weakly with the absence. He straightens his legs on the bed, not caring in the slightest that he lies in a small puddle of his own cum, too blissed out to think about anything else.
You lie down on your side, facing him. You gently stroke his lower back to ease the pain that will surely be here. “Was I too rough?” You ask, hoping you didn’t hurt him in your excitement. Your hand runs up his back and to his sweat damp hair, brushing the strands away from his forehead.
Yeosang shakes his head, his face squished against the pillow. “It was perfect…” he mumbles, catching his breath. “Will we do it again?” He asks, his cock twitching weakly at the thought of you taking him again, maybe in another position.
You sit up to take the strap off, ignoring the mess in between your own thighs for now. That night was for Yeosang and you were glad he loved it. You wrap your arms to spoon him, pressing your breasts against his back as he moves to accommodate you, your smaller frame perfectly curling over him. “Of course.” You grin, nuzzling against the crook of his neck.
“Just… not soon. I already feel like tomorrow’s practice is going to be painful…” He sighs, putting his hands over yours where they’re stroking his chest.
“Can’t promise.” You grin. Yeosang just smiles, knowing you were just teasing at this point. He closes his eyes, your warm body pressed against his and the soft music from the TV quickly lulling him to sleep.
A/n: I hope you do like it. Do give me a comment about it.. Like and reposts are always welcome. >w< Sorry that today's chapter kinda short BUT guess who make their debut?! It's halawooyoung xD Also should I make a tag list? Do comment if you want to be tagged.
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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 5
The words refused to leave her alone.
"You're late."
Such a simple sentence with two ordinary words yet they had been echoing through her mind since she woke up. Yeora sat curled up on the couch, the notebook resting on her lap.
Outside, the city continued moving as if nothing had changed. Inside, her thoughts felt trapped in an endless loop.
Late.
The more she thought about it, the stranger it became. Why would he say that? Why not ask who she was? Why not ask why she was there? Why not seem surprised to see her? He should have been surprised and he was a stranger. At least, he was supposed to be.
Yet that wasn't how he'd sounded. Not at all. His voiced hadn't carried confusion or curiousity and not even suspicion. It had carried certainty as though her presence had been expected. As though she was supposed to be there and she had kept him waiting.
Yeora frowned. The memory played again.
The black shoreline. The silver light reflecting across endless waves. The man standing before her. Mask hiding his face and a black fedora casting shadows over his features.
And then...
"You're late."
Not angry and not accusing. Just.. matter of fact. Like someone commenting on the weather or like someone greeting a familiar person after a long absence.
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A chill crawled up her spine because suddenly, the question wasn't why did he say it?
The question was:
How did he know her?
Yeora stared down at the notebook. Slowly, she turned to a blank page and she began writing.
Questions:
Who is he?
Why does he appear every night?
Why does he feel familiar?
Why did he say I was late?
The pen hovered then she wrote another.
What kind of history do we have?
The words looked ridiculous. She almost laughed.
A history?
With a man she'd never met?
A man whose face she had never even seen?
It sounded insane. And yet... Her chest tightened because somewhere deep down, she wasn't asking that question as a joke.
Every dream carried the same feeling. Not fear and not danger. Just recognition. The feeling of opening a book she'd already read. The feeling of hearing a song she somehow knew all the words to. The feeling of remembering something she shouldn't remember.
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Maybe that was why the dreams unsettled her so much not because the man was mysterious but because he didn't feel mysterious. He felt familiar like too familiar.
Yeora leaned her head back against the couch. Closing her eyes only made the images stronger. The ocean. The stars. The wind. The sound of waves crashing against the shore. And of course him. Always waiting and never leaving as though he knew she would eventually return.
Return.
The thought made her eyes snap open.
Return.
Not arriving and not appearing just return.
Her pulse quickened because if he was waiting for her to return, then that implied something impossible, as if something she wasn't ready to consider that she had been there before.
"No." She immediately shook her head as it was ridiculous.
Dreams weren't memories and weren't another life nor some supernatural connection.
They were just dreams and nothing more, nothing less.
'Or maybe it was another life?' she thought to herself. Yet the doubt remained. Quiet and persistent. Refusing to disappear.
Yeora looked down at the notebook once more and beneath every other question, she wrote the one that frightened her the most was..
What if I knew him before I forgot him?
The moment the words appeared on the page, a strange ache settled in her chest. An ache that felt suspiciously like grief. As though she were mourning for someone she couldn't remember. Someone whose face she had never seen and who stood beneath unfamiliar stars and looked at her as if she had once been important to him.
And perhaps the most terrifying part of all... a small part of her desperately wanted to know why.
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That night, sleep came easier than Wooyoung expected. Exhaustion finally pulled him under after not seeing Yeora the whole day today at work. And almost immediately.. he found himself standing on the shore.
The ocean stretched endlessly into darkness. Black waves rolled beneath a silver sky.
Stars glittered overhead.
Unfamiliar.
Ancient.
Wrong somehow.
Yet the place felt more familiar than his own apartment. More familiar than the city and more familiar than reality.
The wind carried the scent of salt. The sound of distant waves echoed through the night. Wooyoung looked toward the horizon.
Searching.
Waiting.
For what, he didn't know.
Only that someone was missing.
Someone who should have been there.
Suddenly he heard footsteps.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Across the black sand.
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A figure emerged from the darkness. Same height as him. Dressed entirely in black. Outfit with chains, a fedora cast shadows across his face and a dark mask concealed his features.
A man?
Unlike the woman who appeared in his dreams, this man wasn't new. He had appeared before not often only rarely. Usually standing in distance.
Watching.
As though guarding something or waiting for something. Tonight he approached directly. Purposefully as though he had no intention of remaining in the background.
The closer he came, the stranger Wooyoung felt. His pulse quickened not from fear but from recognition.
The masked man stopped a few feet away. The ocean roared behind him, and neither of them spoke. For several seconds, they simply stared at one another.
Then the man sighed. A long-suffering sigh. The kind someone makes after dealing with the same problem for far too long.
"Finally."
His voice was calm.
Deep.
Familiar.
Dangerously familiar as if he has the same voice as Wooyoung. Which makes Wooyoung to frowned.
"What?"
The masked man tilted his head, "As expected."
"What is?"
The man ignored the question. Instead he looked toward the ocean. Toward the horizon and toward somewhere beyond the dream itself.
"You're taking too long."
Wooyoung blinked, "Excuse me?"
The masked man folded his arms. Clearly unimpressed.
"Her too."
"Her?"
The man looked back at him.
"Yeora."
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Everything froze. The waves. The wind. The stars. Which makes Wooyoung's stomach dropped.
"..How do you know that name?"
The masked man laughed softly as though the question itself was ridiculous.
"Seriously?"
"What do you mean seriously?"
The masked man rubbed the bridge of his nose. A surprisingly human gesture. One filled with annoyance.
"You two are impossible."
"Who are you?"
For the first time, the masked man became quiet. The amusement disappeared. Something older took place. Something tired. Then slowly... he reached up. His gloved fingers touched the edge of the mask and removed it.
Wooyoung stopped breathing because he was staring at himself. Not merely someone similar and not someone who resembled him. Not a relative and not a stranger.
Him.
The same eyes.
The same face.
The same voice.
The same smile.
Except older somehow not physically.
Emotionally.
As though he'd lived through things Wooyoung couldn't imagine. As though he'd spent years carrying memories Wooyoung no longer possessed.
The sight sent ice through his veins.
"What.."
His voice cracked.
"What are you?"
The other Wooyoung smiled faintly. A sad smile. A knowing smile.
"You already know."
"No, I don't."
"You will."
The answer only made things worse.
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The ocean surged violently behind them. The sky darkened. The stars shifted overhead.
The other Wooyoung looked toward the horizon once more. Toward someone unseen. Someone waiting. Then he spoke quietly.
"Hurry up."
The words weren't directed at himself. They weren't directed at the dream but they were directed at Wooyoung.
"Hurry up with Yeora."
A strange ache appeared in his voice. Not frustration and not anger but something closer to hope.
"As much as I enjoy watching the two of you struggle.."
A small laugh escaped him.
"..we've already lost enough time."
Lost time.
The phrase echoed through the dream.
"What does that mean?" Wooyoung demanded.
"What are you talking about?"
But the other man only smiled. The same smile. His smile. Then the world began to break apart.
The shoreline shattered. The stars disappeared. The ocean collapsed into darkness and the last thing Wooyoung heard before waking was the other man's voice.
Soft.
Almost relieved.
"This time, don't make her wait."
Wooyoung sat bolt upright in bed. His heart pounded. The room was dark.
Silent and real.
For several seconds he couldn't move.
Couldn't breathe.
Couldn't think.
Because one thought kept repeating in his mind.
Over and over.
The man from the dream.. looked exactly like him and somehow, that wasn't even the part that frightened him most. The part that frightened him most was that when the man said Yeora's name... it had sounded like he was remembering someone he loved.
Summary: Mingi was usually the dominant one in the relationship. But he was curious. He wanted to know what it felt like to be the one on the receiving side.
Warnings: Smut, anal sex, pegging (Mingi receiving), drooling, reader is kinda mean, crying (Mingi), reader calls Mingi princess
You were casually laying in bed scrolling on your phone when a nervous Mingi appeared in the doorway.
“Hey..” Mingi smiled softly at you and walked over to the bed, sitting down next to you and placing a hand on your leg.
You sit up, setting your phone aside. “What’s up Min?”
"Can I ask you something serious?" He bit his lip slightly, shy. "And please don't laugh…." He added quickly, his fingers nervously drumming on your leg. "It's just something I've been thinking about lately."
“You can ask me anything Mingi.” You say softly
He looked down at his hands for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "What would you do if I asked you to top me?" He blurted out, his cheeks flushing bright red. He held his breath, waiting for your reaction. "Just curious." He added quickly, trying to play it off nonchalantly.
You stare at him for a moment. “Like….you want me to peg you…?”
He nodded, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. "Yeah... that's exactly what I mean." He looked down again, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. "I've never tried it before and I was wondering if you'd be willing to do it with me."
A slow grin spreads across your face. “So you want me to fuck you…in the ass…with a dildo…”
Mingi shivered slightly at your blunt words, his cock twitching in his sweatpants. "Yes... exactly that." He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've been thinking about it a lot lately. Watching videos. Reading stories." He met your gaze again, his eyes dark with want. "Would you?"
“Oh baby I’d love to.” You smirk
His breath hitched at your words, a mix of relief and excitement flooding through him. "Yeah?" He chewed on his bottom lip, shifting closer on the bed. "I didn't know if you'd want to or if you thought it was weird..." His hands moved to rest on your thighs, gripping them lightly. "I've already bought the strap on…”
“Let’s get it out then baby” You say
Mingi practically jumps off the bed, rushing to his closet and pulling out a box. He returned with a black harness, a pink strapon dildo, and some lube, setting it on the bed between you. "I got the medium size one... I didn't want to start too big." He bit his lip, watching your reaction. "Do you... want me to get undressed first?"
“Yeah, get undressed for me” You say
He nodded eagerly, pulling his shirt off first and tossing it aside. His toned torso was on full display, muscles defined and skin smooth. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, pushing them down together and stepping out of them. Completely naked, he stood before you, his cock half-hard and twitching. "Is this good?"
“Fucking perfect…” You say, eyes trailing over his body with a grin
He smiled softly at your praise, his cheeks flushing slightly. He climbed back onto the bed, laying back against the pillows, his legs falling open slightly, giving you a clear view of his smooth, tight hole. "How do I... position myself?"
“Just lay back baby, I’m gonna prep you first” You say
He nodded, shifting slightly to get comfortable as he laid back against the pillows. He spread his legs wider, drawing his knees up and letting them fall open, completely exposing himself to you. He bit his lip, his cock twitching against his stomach as he watched you grab the lube. "Okay... fingers first." He breathed out, his muscles tense with anticipation.
You crawl between his legs, coating your fingers in lube “One finger first baby”
He nodded, taking a slow breath as he watched you position yourself between his spread thighs. "I trust you," he whispered, clenching slightly in anticipation as he felt the cool slickness of your lubed finger circle his hole. His back arched off the bed when you finally pushed in, a soft whine escaping his lips. "Oh fuck... that's... different."
“Yeah?” you slowly start to thrust you finger inside him
He gasped softly, his hips jerking involuntarily at the sensation. "Mmm... it's not painful," he admitted, eyes fluttering closed as he got used to the intrusion. "It just feels... full." His hands gripped the sheets, knuckles turning white as he pushed back against your finger. "More... give me more."
You add a second finger, scissoring them inside him to stretch him more
He cried out softly, his back arching sharply off the bed as his hole stretched around your two fingers. His legs shook slightly, falling open even wider as he panted heavily. "Oh god... oh fuck... that's so much..." He bit his lip hard, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from the intense sensation.
“You’re doing so good for me baby…” You say softly
A deep whimper escaped his throat at your praise, his body relaxing slightly into the mattress. "It burns... but it feels good," he panted, eyes screwed shut as his fingers twisted and scissored inside him, stretching him wider. "I'm ready... please... I want the strap-on," he whined, his cock leaking pre-cum onto his stomach.
You slowly pull your fingers out, quickly stripping off your clothes and putting on the strap
He whined loudly at the sudden emptiness, his hole clenching around nothing as he watched you strip. His eyes darkened as you stepped into the harness, tightening the straps around your hips until the pink dildo stood proud and erect. Seeing you dominate him like that made his breath hitch. "Holy shit..." he breathed, staring at the silicone cock. "You look..."
“Do I look good baby?” You say with a grin
"Fucking hot.” he admitted, his voice thick with desire. He licked his lips, his eyes flicking up to meet yours before dropping back down to the strap-on. He spread his legs wider, lifting his knees to his chest and exposing himself completely.
“Look at you…spreading yourself open for me…such a desperate little thing…” You get between his legs again, lightly tapping his hole with the pink silicone
He shivered at your words, his face flushing deeply as the silicone head tapped against his hole. He pushed down slightly, trying to impale himself on it. "I am... I'm so desperate for you." he whimpered, his voice breaking. "Please... put it in me."
You push the tip against his hole, slowly pushing inside
His entire body tensed, a strangled moan ripping from his throat as the silicone head pushed past his tight ring. "F-fuck..." His hands flew to your hips, gripping desperately as he focused on relaxing around you. "So big... it's stretching me so much..." Tears traced down his cheeks as his hole adjusted, his head falling back against the pillows.
“Now you know how I feel” You say, slowly pushing deeper
He gasped loudly, his back arching sharply off the bed as more inches disappeared into his ass. "Oh my god... oh my god..." He repeated the phrase like a prayer, his voice high-pitched and needy. His hands scrambled to grab your ass, pulling you closer.
“You look so fucking pathetic right now…already crying and I haven’t even done anything.” You grin, suddenly giving a sharp thrust to see his reaction
He screamed, his entire body convulsing as the sudden thrust buried the strap-on deep inside him. He felt utterly split open, his insides stretched to the limit. "Fuck... fuck... fuck...!" He sobbed, his face a mess of tears and snot as he begged for more.
“Think you can take it baby?” You say
"Y-yes..." He nodded desperately, his body shaking with overwhelming sensations. The silicone cock hit a spot inside him that made his eyes roll back, and he suddenly became greedy for more rough treatment. "I want it hard... like you mean it." His legs trembled as he pulled them higher,
You grab his hips, slamming into him hard and deep
He screamed, his back arching violently off the mattress as you pounded into him without mercy. "OH GOD—YES!" His fingers clawed desperately at your back, leaving red scratches as the strap-on abused his prostate. "Fucking destroy me—please!" He was sobbing openly now, completely overwhelmed, his cock bouncing untouched against his stomach.
You’d never seen Mingi like this, it was so fucking hot. “You like that? You like getting ruined by your girlfriend?”
He could only nod frantically, his mouth opening and closing but no coherent words coming out. His hole gripped you tightly, milking the strap-on as you pounded into him relentlessly. Drool escaped the corner of his lips, his eyes rolled back in pleasure as he became nothing but a whimpering, trembling mess beneath you. "Y-yours... I'm yours..."
You reach down, wrapping your hands around his untouched cock, jerking it in time with your thrusts
He practically came off the bed at the contact, a strangled scream tearing from his throat as your hand wrapped around his neglected length. "FUCK—TOO MUCH—TOO MUCH!" He begged, but his cock was leaking profusely, absolutely ready to explode. The dual sensation of being pounded by the strap-on while you jerked him off was completely overwhelming.
“You can take it baby. I know you can.”
He shook his head wildly, tears streaming down his face. He was completely senseless now, reduced to a trembling, sobbing mess as you relentlessly fucked and stroked him. His body was completely out of his control, every muscle tense and shaking.
You lean over him, whispering in his ear “Cum for me princess….make a mess”
The word "princess" sent him completely over the edge. With a final, broken scream, he came violently, his cock pulsing and spilling thick ropes of cum onto his stomach and chest. His hole clenched rhythmically around the strap-on as he convulsed through his orgasm.
“Fuck…good boy…” You slow your hand and your thrusts, letting him ride out his orgasm
He whimpered softly, his body still twitching and jerking through the aftershocks. His eyes were unfocused, glossy with tears as he came down from the intense orgasm. He looked absolutely wrecked, a boneless mess beneath you. "I..." he tried to speak but his voice came out as a broken croak. "I love you so much."
“I love you too sweet boy.” You slowly pull out leaving him feeling empty, laying down beside him before pulling him into your arms
He whined softly at the loss, his hole clenching around nothing as the silicone left his body. He immediately curled into your side, burying his face in your neck as you wrapped your arms around him. He was still trembling, his skin flushed and slick with sweat as he nuzzled against you. "You... you ruined me,"
“Good.” You smile softly
"I can't... I can't walk straight.” He complained weakly, but there was no real complaint in his voice. He sounded utterly satisfied and boneless. "My hole feels... I feel so empty now." He pouted slightly, shifting his hips experimentally.
“Poor baby…” You say teasingly
"It's your fault.” He mumbled, but he was already drifting off to sleep, his breathing slowing. His body was completely limp against yours, thoroughly exhausted from the intense orgasm. He looked absolutely adorable, completely sated and content in your arms. "Love you... so much..." He whispered before his eyes fluttered closed. "My mean... girlfriend..."
“I love you too princess.” You say softly
A small, sleep-filled smile crossed his face at the pet name. His arm wrapped lazily around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as he nuzzled deeper into your chest. Within seconds, soft, even breaths signaled he had fully passed out, exhausted but completely satisfied. The cum stains still visible on his stomach, a testament to the night's events.
Okay gays, I've scheduled some new hot smut for the summer 👏☀️😲🍆😏
7 new gay stories scheduled! Though some were on the Up-coming page already before.
Quick Fix Gay Season 8 *will* begin in July! But it will only have the first three stories, then continue again in late August.
You will have at least one gay story every week until July 18, and again from August 20. In the month-long gap in between there's the previously mentioned (straight) House Party Hook-up and NCT Wish "Ode to Love" stories which I would like to keep uninterrupted.
4 of the 7 new gay stories are requests.
In this post I'll introduce you to all 7 of them. And as always, dates may change at any time...
July 2, 2026: Fucking Sebastian & Oliver Moy
The plot: Sebastian & Oliver Moy are your amazing bottoms in this hard x male reader smut.
💬 Based on this request: Will u ever write for oliver moy or the moy brothers (or NSB) in general? Preferably for x male reader
The third ever non-kpop gay smut of mine. This will be Gay One-shot #21 if the schedule in this post holds.
July 4, 2026: Fucking TXT Soobin & Taehyun
The plot: Based on the previous story, but it's Soobin and Taehyun who are your amazing bottoms instead.
This one is a near-identical though slightly shorter version of the Sebastian & Oliver Moy story. Why? Because I felt the smut was too hot to be overlooked just because the idols aren't k-pop.
I thought Soobin and Taehyun would be a perfect fit 😊 This story will kick off Quick Fix Gay Season 8 and be #51 in that series, and it will be published just two days after the Sebastian & Oliver one.
Oh, and this will be an entry to the Bottom Twink Idols collection 😉
July 11, 2026: Fucking Your Boyfriend NCT Wish Jaehee by the Hot Spring
The plot: Jaehee rides you on a sunbed near a hot spring after his friends have left. The sex is steamy and hot, and the love in your heart is as strong as the arousal in your cock.
💬 Based on this request: A gay jaehee story similar to Jisung's sunbed in the cold, inspired by their video in the hot springs. jaehee looks so hot even thought he's dressed.
The (straight) Jisung story referenced by the request has previously been requested to get a gay version. I might never do that, but this new Jaehee story is indeed designed to have a similar feel to it 😊
This too will be an entry to the Bottom Twink Idols collection.
July 18, 2026: BTS Jungkook's One Night Stand with a Man
The plot: You wake up in Jungkook's bed after a wonderful one night stand, for a second rough round before you leave his apartment.
💬 Based on this request: Can you write a Top!Jungkook x Bottom!Fanboy Male Reader one-shot, please? Something kinda alike to your "Backstage Sex With JK" one-shot.
I do remember that someone said I haven't posted any gay male reader BTS smut. I still can't believe I actually never have! 😲 I prioritized getting this one out during the summer precisely because whoever pointed that out is correct 🙂
Pause for a one month break while the House Party Hook-up and NCT Wish "Ode to Love" special stories come out...
August 20, 2026: NCT Wish Sion & Yushi Post-workout Sex
The plot: Boyfriends Sion and Yushi do it on a yoga mat after filming workout content for social media.
🎥 Based on the video at the end of this post.
I told you it would be a very Wish-y summer 😉 I think that should be reflected on the gay side too, which is why you get a second Wish story (following the Jaehee story mentioned above) in Quick Fix Gay Season 8.
August 27, 2026: Members Compare Dick Sizes and Run Naked Through Snow
The plot: An unexpected group of k-pop friends from various companies go on a trip together, to a secluded cabin in winter. Naked sauna, skinny dipping in snow, alcohol and cock size comparisons help bring them all closer together.
There's no actual smut in this one, but it's a good summary of idols I've been writing about recently.
This one's different. It's been listed as up-coming for a while, but was excluded from the current Quick Fix Gay season (Season 7) because... well, I wasn't sure it quite fits.
They don't do it together in the cabin, they just hang out. There's nudity, sure, but it's not like the NCT Dream Full Body Comparison, the Massage Therapist stories, or that one dick size comparison post I once wrote which became quite popular (and which I can no longer find because that wasn't a story).
We'll see what you make of this one at the end of August 🙂
September 3, 2026: ATZ Mingi Fucked Against a Car
The plot: Mingi stays behind after the shoot is over, and you end up fucking his ass against the car of the Lemon Drop music video.
💬 Based on this request: Top male reader (staff/director) x bottom mingi (ateez). mingi looked so good during the recording of lemon drop MV, reader just couldn't stop staring at his big ass. by the end of the recording mingi was getting fucked pressed against the car hood
This was a request I wrote pretty quickly, and it was always meant to be in this next Quick Fix Gay season. I was choosing between this one or the Junkook story for a July slot, but I'm afraid my Ateez debut (I've never written about them before!) will have to wait until September 😉
Oh, and this too will be an entry to the Bottom Twink Idols collection 😊
Remaining Quick Fix Gay Season 7 stories:
May 28: WayV Hendery in a Bathrobe Has His Ass Fucked While Watching P*rn 💬
June 4: TXT Beomgyu Handjob While Peeing Kink 💬
June 11: Giving SVT Vernon a Silent Blowjob
June 18: BTS Taehyung (Top) x Jungkook (Bottom) Naked Chef 💬
Some other minor news...
You can now identify "recycled" stories – previously called "Double Takes" – on Story Finder through a ♻️ icon. If you see this symbol next to a title it means that a different version of the story exists, for example a straight vs gay version, or one about a different group and idol.
I'm secretly working on a way to track what content an individual idol is missing, in terms of smut intensities (straight and gay), sex positions they've featured in, entries to certain story collections, etc. My goal is to start to "complete" idols by giving them at least one story in every category I want to track.
Quick Fix (the straight version) Season 11 will probably begin in September (Season 10 is the "Ode to Love" special season in August).
Quick Fix Gay Season 8 as outlined in this post now has 6 officially announced stories. I might add a couple more closer to September, so request away! 😀
The Sion & Yushi workout video:
What new gay story are you most looking forward to?
Fucking Sebastian & Oliver Moy
Fucking TXT Soobin & Taehyun
Fucking Your Boyfriend NCT Wish Jaehee by the Hot Spring
BTS Jungkook's One Night Stand with a Man
NCT Wish Sion & Yushi Post-workout Sex
Members of NCT Dream, NCT Wish, Enhypen and Cortis...
Pairing: Bf!Mingi x Reader x Yunho x Wooyoung
Summary: Sometimes while dating Mingi it felt as though you had a second boyfriend that neither of you fully acknowledged, his best friend, Yunho. The tension between the three of you builds until even Wooyoung senses it. Wooyoung wants to help push the three of you together and maybe get some fun out of the deal.
Genres + Warnings 18+ Minors DNI! dom!Yunho, switch!Mingi, switch! Wooyoung, sub!reader, oral (f & m receiving), unprotected p-in-v, double penatration, breast play, multiple orgasms, creampie, degradation, (lmk if I missed any, I probably am)
A/N: My longest writing to date and first one with multiple partners. I've been really nervous to post this so please be nice lol. I loved writing for these three though and could see this dynamic playing out in so many different ways. Let me know what y'all think. This is a work of fiction and in no way a real representation of the band or members.
Word Count: 7,720
Dating Mingi, in ways, was a dream come true. Having met in a dingy bar after being ditched by your friend, the two of you hit it off very well. He understood you in ways that didn’t seem possible at times. In return, you had a way of reading him that no one else seemed to be able to.
That was, except for his best friend Yunho.
The two had known each other for years before you came along. At first, their relationship seemed daunting. It felt impossible that you would ever get to the level of understanding of Mingi that Yunho had. Yunho seemed to have an uncanny ability to sense Mingi’s emotions–a sense that took a while for you to learn. However, it would’ve taken longer without the taller man’s actions.
With how often Yunho was around, you got to know the slightly older man as well. You formed a bumpy friendship–jealousy preventing you from getting too close at first. Over time, you got over it and accepted him as a part of your life with Mingi, falling into a routine with the two of them.
The three of you would often hang out in the apartment you shared with Mingi, whether it was to play video games, watch movies, or just sit around. It started out with small actions that made you feel seen by Yunho. Your favorite snacks brought without you having to ask, explanations of inside jokes when he saw confusion on your face, and small unexpected gifts like he would get Mingi when he had bad days.
Mingi didn’t think anything of it, knowing Yunho would do the same for him. In fact, he became thrilled at the idea of the two of you getting closer. He even encouraged you to turn to Yunho if he was ever too busy to answer. He didn’t see how he could be upset at the idea of his two favorite people becoming friends. Even when Yunho started to tease you like he would, Mingi didn’t think anything of it.
As harmless as it was at first, you didn’t miss the small smirks Yunho would send your way. The glances when he believed Mingi wasn’t looking, or even the small brushes when walking past you. A tension growing between the two of you, that you weren’t sure what to do with.
Coming home from work one day, you couldn't help but tense up hearing both of their voices as you entered your shared apartment. You kicked your shoes off and dropped your bag down on the kitchen table, exhausted after the long day.
“Hey, baby. How was work?” Mingi called from the living room. He was enthralled in some game you didn’t care to learn about with Yunho, the two clearly battling.
“Fine, just long.” You answered as you grabbed a drink from the fridge. Entering the living room, you waited beside the arm of the couch, not wanting to interrupt their match. Mingi sat closest to you, Yunho was in the arm chair on the other side of the couch.
“How’d the project go?” Yunho asked, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.
“Good, finally got the one executive to drop his impossible idea.”
“Told you, he’d come around. My baby’s too pretty to argue with.” Mingi spoke with a proud smirk causing you to chuckle.
“Yes, I’m sure he changed his mind cause he thought I was pretty.” You couldn't help but roll your eyes at the thought.
“Do we have competition with your coworkers now? We’re-Mingi’s gonna have to show them you’re off limits.” Yunho spoke, trying to correct himself quickly.
Your eyes widened at his insinuation, the innuendo not lost on you. You felt yourself tense up as you glanced at Mingi, who was now biting his lip–at Yunho’s words or just in concentration you didn’t know. His eyes hadn't left the screen in front of him as far as you had seen.
Yunho glanced at you again, a red tinge to his ears. His eyes strayed from the screen just a second too long, giving Mingi the advantage he needed to end the match. Mingi let out a cheer at finally winning, before placing his control down and extending his hand out to you. You set your drink down, placing your hand in his.
“Come here, baby.” He spoke softly, eyes meeting yours as you did as he asked. You moved to sit by Mingi, your legs across his lap as he gently massaged your calves. You didn’t glance at the other man as you closed your eyes and relaxed into your boyfriend’s massage.
Yunho cleared his throat before you heard him stand. “She’s clearly had a long day, I’ll leave you two be.” You opened your eyes to see him gathering his stuff, avoiding eye contact with either of you.
“You don’t have to, we can play another round, right, baby?” Mingi asked, looking at you for a moment before turning back to Yunho.
“I’m sure, take care of your girl.” He answered before you could even open your mouth, eyes drifting to you at the end. There was something in his look, it was familiar to you, but not from him.
Desire. A muted fire as he clearly fought to push it down.
You stayed still until he finally made his way to the door and made a swift exit.
Mingi glanced between the two of you, biting his lip. He couldn’t deny the attraction building between the all three of you, but just like you, he didn’t know how to act on it. He didn’t know what to say or how to address what was happening. He wasn’t sure it was something you wanted, let alone Yunho.
You entered a standstill where Yunho continued to push further and further. Tension building with each visit he had to your apartment. You weren’t sure how to approach the subject, not wanting to upset Mingi with the interest you now held for his best friend, or vice versa.
Enter Wooyoung.
Wooyoung wasn’t around as often as Yunho, but had become a more frequent guest recently. Often joining the two in the gaming sessions, or some other random hang out. However, the few encounters that the three of you had with him were enough for him to grasp an understanding of your dilemma.
He had a perceptiveness as he watched the three of you interact. Something akin to a hawk watching his prey. He caught on to your attraction to both men.
The adorable embarrassment that broke out as Yunho mercilessly enjoyed teasing you. The seemingly lack of care that Yunho had for Mingi or anyone else being in the room when he did it. He also caught on to Mingi’s excitement at watching the two people closest to him not only get along but thrive in each other's presence.
Wooyoung could tell you wanted to say something, to quit walking the tightrope between the two. However, what he didn’t know is where the line was drawn only having an outside perspective of the situation.
“So, have you three fucked or something?” Wooyoung asked one evening after following you into the kitchen.
You almost choked on your drink at the blatant question. “What?! No!”
“Oh, don’t be like that. You three are thirsting after each other like a fucking camel in the desert.”
“I don’t–”
“Spare me the denials. Everytime Yunho flirts with you, I swear Mingi gets a fucking hard on and you make heart eyes at both of them more than San does to Yeosang.” He spoke with his arms crossed, leaning on the counter next to you. A knowing smirk was on his face as a heat rose to your cheeks.
You felt pinned to the spot, the hair on the back of your neck standing on edge. Your eyes glanced at the exit from the room, wondering if he would block you from taking it.
“Woo, just drop it please.” You pleaded after a moment dropping your head so as to not see his face.
“Oh, I can see why they tease you…” He spoke and you snapped your head back up to meet his eyes. “You’re so pretty when you beg.”
“Not you too.” Your head fell, avoiding eye contact once again.
“Not sorry, you’re just too cute.”
Rolling your eyes, you attempted to head back to the living room. As you passed Wooyoung, his hand caught your wrist.
“I can help, you know? I see what you want, I can be that final push.” He told you, smirk on his face as he glanced between your eyes and lips.
“Why would you do that? What's in it for you?”
“A night of fun if I play my cards right, and the bonus of getting rid of the weird tension between you three.” He answered honestly, dropping your wrist with a shrug.
The gears in your head started to turn at his idea. Your boyfriend wasn't the easily jealous type, not with his friends anyway. Yunho though? Different story. Could Wooyoung really be the catalyst to get one of them to act–to admit to what they truly want?
“How do you want to do this?” You finally asked after a moment.
“You're down?”
When you nodded he couldn't stop the laugh that spilled from his lips.
“Orai! We'll do it naturally. Just storm out of here like you were going to after I teased you. Trust me to take care of the rest.”
Giving him a nod and taking a deep breath, you moved to leave the kitchen with a huff.
You planted down on the couch next to Mingi, burying your head in his chest with a groan. Your cheeks red, with embarrassment, and you held a disbelief in your actions. Were you really trusting the younger man to push you all together, just like that?
You felt Mingi chuckle before you heard it. “Everything okay, baby?” He asked as his hand dragged through your hair. You moved to glance up at his face.
“Yeah, just Youngie being a menace.”
“Ah so nothing new.” Yunho joked as he continued the video game he was playing from the armchair next to you.
“It’s not my fault she looks hot when she blushes. I mean look at ‘er” Wooyoung spoke, now leaning on the wall separating the kitchen and living room. His arms were crossed as he bit his lip, eyes not leaving your form. You felt Mingi tense under you as Yunho let out a chuckle of disbelief, pausing his game and placing the controller down. Wooyoung’s eyes flitted between the three of you, watching the reactions with a playful smirk.
No one spoke for a moment, an awkward silence filling the void.
“Well, that’s interesting. So Yunho can flirt all he wants but the minute I do, you get all tense?” Wooyoung asks with a scoff, a hand coming to rest on his hip.
“I don’t–”
“He doesn’t–”
“Bullshit.” Wooyoung stopped the older men’s arguments before they could even start. You sat up to give Mingi space as he started to fidget under you.
“Don’t try to deny it when I could cut the tension in here with one of your shitty knives.”
Mingi scoffed and readjusted himself. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“So you’re not hard right now?”
Wooyoung had him, caught red handed. Mingi stayed silent, ears turning red as everyone turned to face him.
“Wait, you’re really–”
“Shut up!” Mingi barked before Yunho could finish his question.
“Dude, it’s okay. Had you– I would've– We could’ve–” Yunho struggled with his words until Mingi cut him off.
“Could’ve what?” He gave a slight chuckle in disbelief.
“Could’ve fucked.” Yunho answered bluntly, eyes locking with Mingi's.
“Dude, I don’t just want a one night stand.”
“Then what do you want?”
“I– Fuck I don’t know, which is why I never said anything. How can I explain what I want when I don’t know? Let alone what you two want.”
“We can work that out, man. Just let me–”
“Just fuck already.” You had almost forgotten Wooyoung was there until he approached. However, you remember his words–his reason for still being here.
“Why so you can watch?” Yunho fired back with a smirk.
“You gonna let me?”
“That's not for–” Yunho trailed off as he glanced at Mingi. Mingi who was back to biting his lip. A desire burning in his chocolate orbs as he met Yunho's gaze once more.
“Well, that just leaves you, baby girl. What do you think?” Yunho asked, eyes not leaving Mingi's, as if locked in a silent conversation only those two understood.
“I'm open to it, so long as both of you are.” You answered, glancing between the two.
“Yeah? You want all of us? Want us to share you?” Mingi asked softly, eyes searching your face.
Biting your lip, you nodded, eyes not leaving his.
“Words baby girl, or this goes no further.” Yunho spoke up, causing your eyes to snap to his.
“I want this. All of it, whatever it is.”
Mingi darted forward lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. Closing your eyes, you leaned into him. His hand coming up to cup the side of your head as his tongue teased your lips. You let him in, tongue barely fighting back as Mingi dominated the kiss. Desire burned through your veins and you moaned into his mouth.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Wooyoung spoke and Mingi pulled back with a chuckle.
“Just wait, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” His eyes glanced between the other two men in the room.
“Should we take this somewhere more comfortable?” Yunho asked and earned nods from across the room.
“Bedroom, baby. Be ready for us. We’ll be there shortly.”
You stood and felt Mingi tap your ass on the way past as he watched you make your way to the hallway. Entering your shared bedroom, you quickly stripped down to just your underwear before sitting in the middle of the bed.
Your thoughts drifted as you fiddled with the bed sheets beneath you. It only took a moment for doubt to claw its way into your thoughts. Doubt that maybe they didn’t want this, didn’t want you, that maybe they figured out Wooyoung's plan and found it off putting.
However, those thoughts were quickly pushed back as the doorway filled with the familiar bodies.
“Look at that, she listens so well.” Yunho commented as he brushed past Mingi to enter the room. He went to the far side of the bed while Mingi moved to kneel on the edge closest to him.
“Told you she’ll be good for us.” Mingi spoke, eyes meeting yours as his hand came to rest on your ankle. “Want a run down for what’s about to happen?”
“Yes, please.”
“Thought you would,” He chuckled as he rubbed soothing circles into your ankle. “Yunho’s gonna lead tonight, what he says goes, he knows your safe word but may also use the stop light system. You remember both?”
“Yes, twilight or red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for keep going.” You answered, earning a hum of delight from Yunho who was working his way behind you on the bed. Wooyoung made his way into your line of sight at the end of the bed.
“Good girl.” Mingi praised with a smile. “Ready?”
“Yes.” You answered softly. A hand came up from behind to softly cup your jaw. Yunho's chest pressed into your back as his legs came to rest on the outside of your own.
“Yes, who?” Yunho asked, causing you to tear your eyes from Mingi’s.
“Yes, sir.” You quickly corrected seeing the dart glint in the older man’s eyes. He chuckled with a nod as he let go of your jaw.
His hands trailed down your sides, moving to your thighs to pull them over his legs and expose you to the two in front of you. The dark spot already spreading on your thin panties doing little to hide the desire filling you. Mingi’s hand started to drift up, but didn’t get anywhere near where you wanted him, causing a whine to fall from your lips.
“Don’t whine, baby.”
“Fuck, she’s soaked.” Wooyoung spoke as he moved lower to get a better view.
“Oh, yeah? Dirty girl, we haven’t even touched you yet.” Yunho spoke as his hand drifted to the top of your panties.
Hooking his fingers into the thin material, he carefully pulled them off your legs, groans leaving the men in front of you as they stuck to your core for a moment. Leaning into Yunho, you felt how affected he was, his hard cock pressing into your back.
“Look so pretty, I wanna taste.” Wooyoung spoke up, moving on to the bed. His hand rested on your other ankle.
“Yeah, wanna prep our girl for us?” Mingi asked with a smirk.
“Get your little slut ready?” Yunho added, as his hands slid up and down your sides. His eyes locking with Mingi’s for a second.
Wooyoung glanced between the two taller men, eyes holding a silent plea for permission from either one. Yunho's legs stretched yours open just a little more, giving him a slight nod.
Wooyoung moved quickly, as if afraid Yunho would steal you away. He crawled up to lay himself between your legs. His eyes met yours, a smirk on his face as he dove in. Flattening his tongue he lapped at your clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. He then slowed down, his tongue exploring more, as he tried to find the spots that would make you a mess. His tongue moves down, pushing its way in, lapping up your essence as his nose bumps your clit.
A moan tumbled from your mouth, head falling back on Yunho's shoulder.
“Oh, she liked that… Hmm, imagine riding his face, bet you she'd look hot.” Yunho spoke with a smirk, glancing at Mingi.
“Maybe some other time.” He answered and you turned your head toward him.
Some other time?
With all three of them?
Wooyoung's words rang around your mind, just a night of fun. This wasn't the same for him as the other two in the room. Either they didn’t know that, or didn’t care.
Before you could think too much about the implication of his words, Wooyoung used his hands to spread your lips and teased a finger at your entrance. Slowly pushing his finger in, you moaned as he curled it a few times. Pulling it out, a second finger joined shortly, beginning to thrust, creating a pace to push you closer to the edge.
“God, she's so tight.” Wooyoung mumbled, glancing at Mingi. His thumb replacing his mouth for a moment.
“Yeah? Just wait till she’s wrapped around you.”
Wooyoung bit his lip, a deep groan muffled by it as he began a scissoring motion.
Yunho's lips found your neck, sucking the sensitive skin as his hands moved to unclasp your bra. He then slowly dragged the straps down your arm, hands brushing down your arms. Throwing the material on the floor, his hands dragged themselves back up, leaving goosebumps in their way. His hands soon found your breasts, kneading the sensitive mounds.
Moans continued to pour from your mouth as Wooyoung’s fingers brushed the spot he had been searching for.
“There it is.”
“‘Bout time.” Mingi chided, rolling his eyes as he moved closer to your head. His lips meet yours in a sloppy kiss. His tongue enters your mouth and easily takes control of the kiss. He soon pulled away, moving to your sensitive neck opposite of Yunho, before kissing down to your chest. Your hand moved to his belt, attempted to free the bulge growing as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
Wooyoung hummed into your pussy, winding the coil in your core tighter as your other hand found his hair. Tugging him closer, he groaned again as he felt you clench. Your other hand grips around the outline of Mingi's cock, sending his groan through your chest.
Your eyes clenched shut as you crashed over the edge. Wooyoung's fingers gave a couple more thrusts before slipping out of your slowly. His mouth not leaving you as he slurps up the rest of your cum.
You lost track of whose hands were where as they moved you to straddle Yunho. Legs on either side of his, you couldn't stop yourself from grinding into his growing desire. Your eyes crack open to watch his reaction.
Yunho’s eyes slip shut as he groans. His hands hold your hips still as the other two move behind you. You could hear clothes being removed, but kept your eyes on the man under you.
“So greedy, you just came and you already want more?” He teased, slowly opening his eyes once more. His pupils wide as they stare into you. “Give me a color, baby girl.”
“Green, so fucking green, sir.” You spoke, desperation clear in your voice.
Your hands moved to his shirt, pulling at the obstructing material. He chuckled and moved to pull it off, throwing it to the floor. His lips then captured yours in a fierce kiss. He moved to lay on his back, pulling you with him. Your hands found his belt and began to unbuckle it. Making quick work of it and the button of his pants.
Yunho pulls away from the kiss to help you remove the obstructing materials. His erection curvses toward his abs, precum already leaking from the tip. You couldn’t stop the gasp that left your mouth. Wrapping your hand around his length, your finger tips didn’t quite touch. While his length was right there with Mingi’s you were definitely concerned about him fitting.
“Is it bigger than you expected?” Yunho asked softly, wrapping his large hand around your own. He guided your hand to lightly pump him a few times as his other hand moving to your waist. You found yourself nodding as you moved closer to him.
“It’s okay, he’ll go slow.” Mingi spoke now behind you. “He’ll fit, you can handle it, baby.” Mingi’s lips found your shoulder as he urged you closer to his best friend.
“I’ll be slow, sweet girl. Still green?” Yunho asks as Mingi raises you up. You give him a nod as you untangle your hand from his letting him guide himself to your entrance. You leaned into Mingi, letting him hold you up as you slowly sunk onto Yunho’s length. The stretch causes your eyes to shut in pain, your hands finding Mingi’s and grasping tightly.
“Almost there, doll. Just a little more.” Wooyoung spoke from beside you, his hand moving to touch your clit. His lips kiss your cheek, pulling your attention away from the stretch for a moment.
You moaned softly as your hips finally became flush with Yunho’s. You gave yourself a moment before moving your hands to his chest to lean forward.
“Ready, baby girl?” Yunho asked and you nodded. “Use your words for me.”
“Yes, sir, please fuck me.” You begged, eyes meeting his dark orbs. He smirks as his hands replace Mingi’s on your hips.
Raising yourself up, you moan as you sink back down. Yunho helps you create a rhythm as you move your hands beside his head. Your breasts bouncing with each rough thrust.
Mingi's hands move to your neck and slowly trail their way down your back. Upon reaching your ass, he gave it a light smack, jolting you forward and dragging a loud yelp from your throat.
“Woo, hand me the lube. Top drawer.” Mingi spoke softly, and Wooyoung pulls away from you to open the nightstand and give Mingi what he requested.
Hearing the lid pop open, you glanced over your shoulder to see your boyfriend smirking.
“Gonna try something new, baby.” He tells you, gently pushing you forward. Your chest presses into Yunho’s. Yunho’s hands move to grip your ass, using it as leverage to move you, but also spread you open. You felt Mingi drip a good amount of lube down your back and to your other hole. The cool feeling causes you to clench down.
“Oh fuck, so tight… I think you're forgetting someone though, baby girl.” Yunho spoke, bringing your attention back to him. His head tilted to bring your attention to Wooyoung.
He sat next to Yunho, biting his lip while slowly rubbing his hard on. His eyes followed your movements, hand moving in tandem with every lift of your hips.
“Why don't you help him out while Mingi gets you ready?” Yunho suggested with a smirk. You nodded, your hand moving to replace Wooyoung's.
You feel Mingi's middle finger start to make its way to your other hole, gently entering and earning a groan from Yunho as you tense once more. Your eyes meet Wooyoung's as you move your mouth to the head of his erection.
Your tongue swirls around the tip before you lower your head to take him in your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, Wooyoung groans as your nose brushes the hair around his base, his cock hitting your throat. His hand tangles in your hair creating a makeshift ponytail, as one of yours grips his tense thigh. You let him guide your head as you lose yourself in the sensations.
“Look at her, already cock drunk.” Wooyoung spoke with a groan.
“Mmm, so perfect like this, taking me so well. Such a perfect little slut.” Yunho whispered in your ear, dragging a moan from your throat.
“Oh, fuck.” Wooyoung groans, throwing his head back once more.
A second finger thrusts into your ass causing you to pull back and suck in a deep breath. The pain of the stretch mixed with the pleasure of Yunho hitting the spot that had you seeing stars. Your eyes roll back for a moment, as Yunho's thrusts become harder.
“I'm close, baby girl. Where do you want me?”
“Inside, please, inside.” You beg as Wooyoung's hand tightens around your hair. He taps your lips with his tip, prompting you to open your mouth again.
“Yeah, dirty girl? Want me to fill you up? Have you stuffed full by the end of the night? Give it to me then, cum for me.” Yunho growls into your ear. You moan around Wooyoung's length as his pace increases. Yunho then began thrusting up harder into you. With Mingi still working you open, your eyes slide shut, thighs shaking as you crash over the edge.
Yunho wasn’t far behind. After a couple of thrusts, you felt him pulse as his release coated your walls. Wooyoung’s moans grew louder as he tumbles over as well, his cum pouring down your throat. He then slowly pulls out, telling you to swallow what was in your mouth. You do so, sticking your tongue out as proof.
You then collapse onto Yunho’s chest. Mingi sucks in a breath as he pulls his fingers out and Yunho spreads you open for him. Glancing back at your boyfriend once more, you see a smirk spread across his face. A whine leaves your lips as Yunho gently pulls out with a light pop. You feel his cum start to pour out until Mingi quickly scoops it up with a finger and pushes it back in.
“Is she good and prepped?” Yunho asked after a moment, looking over at his best friend.
“Yeah, she’s ready.” Mingi spoke. His hands move to wrap around you, pulling you up and into his chest. He angles your head to capture your lips, noisily kissing you. You smile into the kiss, letting him take control and enjoying the feel of his plush lips against yours. There was a dopey feel to your movements, as though you were up on cloud nine.
“Wooyoung, you want next?”
“Do you really need to ask?” Wooyoung scoffed as Yunho slipped out from under you, allowing the younger man to take his place. His cock was already hard again, hitting his abs as he positioned himself at your entrance.
“Calm yourself or you won't be cumming again.” Yunho ordered. A dark glint now in his eyes as he stared Wooyoung down. Wooyoung's pupils dilated as he left out an involuntary whimper. He bit his lip as he stared up at Yunho. The noise causes you and Mingi to break apart.
“Oh, you like that? Like when I put you in your place, you little brat?” Yunho taunted, hand moving to grip Wooyoung’s chin. A smirk spread across his face as Wooyoung could only nod.
“Fuck.” Mingi cursed as he gripped himself.
“You like that, too?” Yunho asks as he glances at his best friend. He let out a small laugh almost in disbelief. “All three of you are gonna be my subs? I'm spoiled.” Biting his lips he moved away from Wooyoung and closer to Mingi.
The two shared an intense moment as Yunho tilted Mingi’s face toward his. Your boyfriend’s hands loosen around your body, carefully letting you lower yourself into Wooyoung’s embrace. You turned around in Woo’s arms to watch the two taller men.
Mingi’s hand came up to grip the back of Yunho’s neck, their foreheads meeting. Their lips then crashed together like a tidal wave, a groan leaving Mingi as Yunho bit his lip. You couldn’t stop the whimper that left your own mouth at the sight of the two.
“How hot is that? And you get to have both of them to yourself. How lucky are you, doll?” Wooyoung whispers in your ear, as his hands begin to trail down your body. His hand soon comes into contact with your clit causing you to moan and throw your head back against his shoulder.
“Did I say you could touch?”
Wooyoung moved his hand away instantly as if burned, placing them just above your hips. Snapping your head up, your eyes met Yunho’s. His eyes then dragged down your body leaving a burning desire in its wake. Mingi’s eyes stayed locked on Yunho, all three ears waiting on his commands. The three of you were like puppets, Yunho your puppeteer, controlling the show. His attention turned back to Mingi.
“Since you’ve been so good for me, I’ll let you choose. How do you want your girl?”
“Let me have that tight pussy, please Yunho.” Mingi begged, causing your eyes to widen.
You had never heard him beg before, at least not in the bedroom. He was always your dominant, making you beg and follow his instructions. You found yourself clenching around nothing and biting your lip in anticipation.
“Take it. Take our dirty girl.” Yunho ordered, releasing Mingi. Despite everything around you, you noted that this was the first time Yunho had called you theirs and not just Mingi's. An omission that you would’ve thought about longer if not for Mingi moving in between your legs.
Mingi’s left hand went to your hip while his right fisted his cock. He rubbed his tip through your folds a couple of times, coating himself in your juices before pushing in with a groan. You moaned, eyes meeting his as your hands moved to his arms at the overwhelming sensation.
You became lost in the sensation—in him. There was no care in you as to whose hands were where, or that more than one person was touching you. Hands began massaging your chest, while someone else rubbed at your clit. Your thoughts only on the man in front of you as he set a fast tempo pace. Mingi bit his lip, focusing on the spot he knew would have you coming undone quickly. Only to be stopped by a hand on his chest.
“Gonna finish her so soon? You didn’t forget about Woo again did you?” Yunho asks as he wraps himself around Mingi, eyes finding yours over his shoulder.
Unable to find your words, you shake your head.
“Didn’t think so, our good girl. Woo, you gonna take her ass?” Yunho spoke, tone slightly condescending as his thumb continued to circle your clit slowly.
“Fuck yeah I will.” The youngest man answered, thrusting his hips to rub his erection against your back, where it was still pressed.
“Then do it already, she’s close.” As Mingi ordered the younger around, you found yourself clenching down once more. “Shit, baby girl. You’re choking my dick, not gonna last if you keep that up.”
Wooyoung grabbed the lube from where Mingi left it on the bed. You heard him pop open the lid, moving you forward to coat his member in a decent amount. He then aligned himself with your puckered hole. His hands guiding and helping you sink down on his member.
“Fuck! So tight, gotta relax for me, doll.”
“Breathe, baby. Let him in. Fuck can feel him filling you.”
“Gonna take them so well, our good girl.”
They whispered sweet words in an attempt to distract you from the burning stretch. Mingi had never taken your ass before, preferring the feel of your pussy’s tight velvety walls. He only now second guessed that decision, seeing the bliss on Wooyoung’s face before he was even fully flush with your body. Upon finishing sliding in, the two gave you a moment to adjust as you lean yourself fully into Wooyoung.
“Shit, can’t hold back anymore.” Wooyoung spoke after a moment, beginning to thrust up into you, his nails carving mini crescents into your hips. His thrust pushed Mingi in deeper, causing him to groan as he leaned over you a little more.
“Look at her taking both of you. Sucking you both in, like she doesn't want to let you go.” Yunho teased.
The two soon found a rhythm, moving so one was always filling you. Moans continued to tumble from your mouth as your eyes shut in pure bliss. You felt yourself sink into the feeling coursing through you, becoming somewhat unaware of what was happening around you. Body tingling from the pleasure coursing through it.
“Wanna try something.” Yunho mumbled and Mingi suddenly stilled inside of you letting out a loud groan.
Your eyes snapped open to see what was happening, noticing Yunho still behind Mingi.
“Oh, fuck.” Mingi groaned as you heard the snap of Yunho’s hips.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. Relax, Mingi.” It wasn’t hard to figure out what was happening, your eyes rolling back at the thought. The image of Yunho fucking your boyfriend being enough to push you over the edge, body spasming as you come undone.
“Shit, baby. Gonna… cum.” Mingi groaned into your shoulder as Yunho continued to thrust into him, jolting him into you more. Your sensitive walls clamping down around him.
“Yeah, gonna cum for us, Min? Fill our girl up?” Yunho spoke into his ear, causing Mingi to groan more.
“Holy shit, she's so tight. Fuck.” Wooyoung cursed as he tried to force himself to slow down, not wanting to come undone too early.
Curses tumbled out of Mingi's mouth as he all but collapsed on top of you. Your hypersensitive walls feel him pulse with each rough thrust from Yunho. It didn't take long till he was spilling inside you with a loud groan. Wooyoung's curses joined his as he tumbled over the edge as well. Their ropes of cum, covering your walls in white once more.
Yunho stopped his thrusts, groaning as he slowly pulled out of Mingi to savor the feeling. Taking a moment to breathe, Mingi stayed where he was. His hands rubbing your sides, to soothe you or himself you couldn't tell.
After a moment, Mingi pulled himself up and out. He helped to pull you off Wooyoung and you could feel the mess between your legs spilling onto the sheets. You couldn't find it in you to care though as you spotted Yunho sitting on the edge of the bed. A burning desire still in his eyes and he fisted his cock to the sight of you.
“Color?” He questioned, noticing your eyes on him.
“Still green, sir. Just sensitive.”
“Still want more? Even after all that?” He asked and you nodded, biting your lip. Your eyes dart between his clearly still hard cock and his eyes. You would do anything to help him with his problem once more.
“Damn, insatiable.” Wooyoung spoke with a smirk as he laid to the side, seemingly spent.
Mingi's eyes trailed your body, biting his lips as he looked at your swollen pussy. His cock twitched at the thought of going again, knowing your walls would wrap around him so well as sensitive as you were.
His eyes then moved to Yunho, taking in his form. His best friend had never looked more attractive. Pupils blown wide, biting his lips, with a hand wrapped around himself. Mingi was tempted to get a taste, but had a better idea as he looked at you once more.
“Wanna take her pussy together?” He asked, voice rough. He wanted to feel both of you as he came undone. To have you wrapped around both of them like they were around your fingers.
Yunho's eyes reluctantly pulled away from yours to meet Mingi's. A smirk pulled at his lips as he released his lower lip from his teeth. A brow raised at the idea, seeing the hopeful desire on Mingi's face.
“Think she can handle it?”
“Know she can. Right, baby?” Mingi asked, looking at you once more.
“Yes, please. I can take it.” The plea leaving your mouth without much thought. The two shared a look before moving.
Mingi was now behind you, maneuvering you to your knees. Yunho moved in front of you, taking your arms and wrapping them around his neck. You clung to him as Mingi aligned himself with your entrance once more.
Your eyes slid shut as you felt him push in. A moan fell from your lips as your nails dug into Yunho’s back. An overwhelming pleasure consuming you as he rubbed against your sensitive walls once more. Once his hips met yours, Yunho’s hand cupped your jaw. Your eyes blinked open, meeting his dark chocolate orbs.
“Color?”
“Green.” You answered without hesitation.
“You sure baby, you’re gripping me pretty tight.” Mingi questioned, almost teasing as he rested his head on your shoulder. His arms wrap around you completely, holding you to him.
“Yes, please. Ruin me.” You begged.
Yunho hesitated for a second before placing his tip at your entrance. His eyes glanced between yours and Mingi’s, as if trying to drag out this moment.
“Give her what she wants, Yuyu.” Wooyoung spoke, resting on his elbows, eyes just taking in everything in front of him.
Yunho cursed and began to push inside. You couldn’t help but tense up at the new intrusion, your breath hitching. The stretch feeling almost too much, like they were going to tear you in half. Mingi cursed and groaned, the feeling of you clenching around him with Yunho rubbing up against him, having him closer to the edge than he expected. Yunho’s head fell forward, resting on your shoulder.
“Relax, baby girl or I won’t get a chance to ruin you.” Yunho growls, holding on to what little control he still has.
“I’m trying.” You whined, feeling overwhelmed. The color yellow at the tip of your tongue. Discomfort and sensitivity almost too much for you to handle. Mingi’s arms being the steady anchor, grounding you.
“Don’t whine, baby. You wanted this.” Mingi growled into your ear. “You know what to say to make us stop.”
You stayed silent, not wanting to say it—wanting to see how this would go.
“Just take me,” Yunho muttered, not hearing anything from you. He continued to shove his way in. “Take us.”
His hips snapped flush with yours. Your eyes rolled as you collapsed back into Mingi, hands still gripping Yunho’s shoulders. If you weren’t in a daze, you would be sure that you broke his skin. An overwhelming feeling of fullness washed over you. Your sensitive walls pulsing around them.
Yunho and Mingi’s eyes met over your shoulder, the two giving you and themselves a moment to adjust to the feeling. Mingi’s arms loosen around you as his hand grabs the back of Yunho’s head, crashing their lips together again.
Their kiss seemed to break you from the daze you fell into. You met Wooyoung's eyes, a lazy smirk on his face as he watched the three of you together. He moves to kneel next to you, fisting himself as his lips find yours. Your eyes widen, not expecting this from him. He pulls back and turns your attention back to pillars holding you up.
Watching as Yunho bit Mingi's plush lip, forcing them open so he could get a taste. Their lips dancing together in a beautiful mess. Wooyoung’s lips find your tender neck, abusing the skin there for a moment.
Breaking apart, Yunho turned his attention to you. His lips crashed into yours and you felt more than heard the moan Mingi released. Wooyoung’s lips leave your neck as he moves closer to Mingi, giving his neck similar attention to yours. Mingi then gave an experimental thrust. Your moan spilling into Yunho's mouth, granting him access to your mouth. His tongue explored freely, his level of control to be admired as he soon joined Mingi. The two soon creating a rhythm that had you seeing stars.
You felt the daze return, the pleasure making you numb to everything else. Yunho pulled away from your mouth, allowing your whines and moans to spill freely into the air.
“Gripping us so tight, fuck. What a perfect pussy. Not gonna last.”
“Gonna ruin you for anyone else, just like you wanted. You're ours. Only ours.” Mingi growled into your ear.
“Say it, say that you're ours.”
“I'm…your's!” You managed to gasp out, causing them to groan.
Your orgasm came crashing into you like a wave, quicker than any you'd ever experienced before. It felt like a dam had broken open as you squirted around their cocks, drenching the sheets below you.
“Oh shit, she's gone.” Wooyoung spoke from over Mingi’s shoulder.
“Oh fuck, gonna cum.” Mingi groaned.
“Do it, cum with me.” Yunho commanded, their thrusts growing in intensity as he neared his peak.
The two came crashing seconds apart, spilling into you, coating your walls in white once more. Your mind went blank as your body shook from the intensity.
You weren't sure when they pulled out or who left to grab a towel, conscious only returning as Mingi carefully cleaned your legs from your mixed orgasms. A wince leaving your lips at the feeling.
“There you are, had us a little worried for a moment.” He spoke when he noticed your eyes registering him.
“Yunho? Wooyoung?” You questioned, not having the energy to look around.
“Right here, baby girl, already miss me?” Yunho teased as he leaned over Mingi’s shoulder. He planted a kiss on his shoulder before resting his chin in the same spot.
“Still here, doll.” Wooyoung spoke, head popping into your field of view. However, he was in the process of getting dressed, attempting to find his shirt in the different piles on the floor. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, v-line still on display for your viewing pleasure.
“Leaving already?” You croaked out, voice rough.
Wooyoung hummed, pausing his search for a moment as he thought on what to say. “You three have some things to discuss, I’m just gonna give you the space to do so.” He spoke softly, finally finding his top and putting it on.
A frown formed on your face as he then walked over to the bed and leaned over. “This won’t be the last you see of me, don’t worry.” He gave you a wink and then placed a kiss on your forehead, nodding to the other two as he left the room.
After the door shut, the three of you sat in silence for a moment. Your eyes glanced between the two men as Mingi finished with the towel, throwing it toward your laundry bin.
“Do you want a bath? We can start one for you.” Mingi offered, but you shook your head.
“We should probably talk about this.” Yunho spoke softly, eyes glancing between the two of you.
You hum in acknowledgement, moving to sit up slightly so as to be at the same level.
“I think… I know what I want now.” Mingi spoke hesitantly, eyes down, looking at the bed.
“And what’s that?”
“I want both of you... I want you both to be mine, whatever that looks like.” He spoke, eyes glancing tentatively at Yunho.
“And you baby girl? You want the same?” Yunho asked, eyes moving to you.
You nodded, “Yeah, it sometimes already felt like I was with both of you. I just want the confusion and tension gone.” You admitted with a small smile. Mingi’s hand moved to yours, thumb rubbing over your knuckles as if apologizing for putting you through that. His eyes met yours and held a loving softness to them that had your heart melting all over again.
“I want you both too.” Yunho spoke, bringing your attention to him. “I used to think I was jealous of Mingi, thinking I just wanted you, but then there were times where I wanted to be in your place as well. I had thoughts of both of you, but after what Wooyoung did tonight, I realized I wasn’t necessarily jealous of either of you, I just wanted in. I just wanted both of you.” Yunho confessed.
“Fuck, we coud’ve done this so much sooner.” Mingi cursed, causing you to laugh.
“Let’s not think about that too much. Now come cuddle.” You spoke, opening your arms to both of them.
“You heard her.” Yunho joked as he moved. They wrapped themselves on either side of you, Yunho being a big spoon around you as you curled into Mingi’s chest. You knew by the end of the night he would end up the little spoon though, unable to resist having your arms around him.
Closing your eyes, you felt yourself start to drift to sleep.
“I think we’ll need to properly thank Wooyoung, you know?” Yunho mumbled into your hair.
