Getting stuck in the backseat of your friend’s car after a night out with your drunk friends wasn’t how you thought of ending the night, especially not on Mingi’s lap.
Genre/warnings: smut, pwp, forced proximity, technically exhibitionism but not because no one ends up noticing, fingering, light choking and wrist pining, riding, cream pies, orgasms, something is going on in the backseat…, furcoat mingi
word count: 3.3K (what the fucK)
a/n: y'all be eating fucking good fr. Also shout out to my loml @bro-atz for helping out with the plot a little <3 shout out to mingi brain rot!
She shrugs. “My boyfriend and a couple of his friends. You know them.” Well, you’ve definitely met a couple of your friend’s boyfriend’s friends before. Your eyes scan the crowd and sure enough, you spot familiar faces.
And then your eyes rest on a particular male—his hair dyed platinum and slicked back, already drawing attention because of his height alongside his fur coat that hung over his shoulders. You never thought someone could pull off a fur coat that well actually. A pair of glasses sits on his nose bridge, which seems to somehow accentuate how sharp his eyes are. He’s been on your radar since he appeared on a mutual friend’s Instagram.
“He’s pretty cute isn’t he?”, your friend’s date pushes, lightly bumping his arm against yours.
You cast him a glance. “Just surprised that there are people who still wear fur coats in this economy.”
“That’s-“
“Song Mingi”, you reply, not taking notice of your friend’s boyfriend’s surprised expression.
“You know him?”
“Came across him”, you reply a little too quickly. You sure as hell were not about to spill the truth.
He definitely looks and is intimidating for sure, especially when he opens his mouth to speak, his voice so low that it tickles your ears. You could hear him talk forever, you think. You could imagine how he moans in your ears.
You blink. The fuck?
And so, for the past hour or so, you’ve been stealing glances at the blond male, but unfortunately, there was only so much staring could do, and it was not helping you get the male’s attention. Sure, the both of you actually followed each other (you were surprised when he followed you back), and the way he liked your stories sometimes made your stomach grow butterflies, but you never actually interacted with him in real life.
It wasn’t until the party was slowing down, when you came back from being distracted by another friend, was when you realise Mingi was gone. A ping of disappointment fills you up, but it’s not as horrendous as the feeling of regret—for not just going up to talk to him. You wonder when you’ll see him again.
You decide to find your friend and call it a night.
“Do you wanna hitch a ride with us?”, your friend asks, uselessly trying to balance herself, her partner holding onto her waist.
“The driver didn’t drink, I promise”, your friend’s partner assures.
You open the car door and your eyes widen when you spot Mingi.
You whip your head to your friend to ask her sincewhen Mingi came with the friend group but you realise you wouldn’t be getting any concrete answers from a tipsy person.
You glance back at the male donned in the maroon fur coat, who seems rather surprised when he sees that you were the one who opened the car door.
But Mingi’s expression remains indifferent—god knows what he’s thinking about but you swore you saw a tint of something in his eyes when your friends told you to just sit on his lap because “the car had no space”.
“Hi, y/n”, Mingi’s deep voice calling your name is kept in a bottle and stored at the back of your head.
“Hey Mingi”, you greet back, cautiously approaching him.
“Are you okay with this?” You ask, testing the waters by putting your weight on his left thigh.
“It’s fine. I’m just worried that it’s gonna be uncomfortable for you since it’s gonna take a while to reach your place right?”
Right. You nod in defeat.
Your body jolts slightly when you feel Mingi’s touch burn against your skin—especially your thighs.
His friend on the passenger seat has the aux cord and he’s picked out a song to blast in the speakers. You feel goosebumps bloom across the nape of your neck when Mingi’s voice hits your ear from behind.
“Sorry, you might need to move in a little more, Princess. We have three more squeezing with us at the back.”
You blink, processing the information before internally thanking the universe that the car is dark so the red flushing against your cheeks gets hidden.
Soon you find yourself fully on Mingi’s lap, and although you try not to lean too much against him, you realise the position feels awkward, and when Mingi personally shifts you with his hands instead, you decide to stay put.
The energy in the car is high, even after all that partying, which you easily deduce to be due to the alcohol. Unfortunately, you couldn’t be singing along at the top of your lungs, not when you’re subconsciously aware that Mingi is just behind you.
Sitting on someone’s lap was definitely not as comfortable as sitting on a car seat, and that was a given, so you find yourself shifting constantly, not realising Mingi closing his fists every time your ass shifts against him, particularly his crotch.
Suddenly you feel the weight below you shift. Mingi’s arm wraps around your waist, his weight pressing against you. You stay put the moment you feel his lips barely inches away from the shell of your ear.
“I strongly suggest you try to stay still, y/n, or it’ll become a problem for the both of us.”
You turn your head slightly, barely enough to capture him within your peripherals. At first, you wonder if you’re starting to annoy him, but when you feel his hands slide down to your thighs and something hard pressing against your ass, you get your answer.
And you wonder how far you should take this.
Your face is heating up, at the idea you’re just sitting on Mingi’s thick erection, separated by the fabric of his pants and the ridiculously thin fabric of your body con dress. You wonder about his size, which only gets more vivid since you’re literally sitting right on his fucking cock—how thick he would be, how much he would stretch you open, and it’s making you slowly drench your panties.
The more his erection is blatantly pressing against you, the more you can’t help but fidget on his lap. You’re wondering why Mingi hasn’t said anything, you wonder if he even felt it at all. The moment that thought forms in your brain, you pick out what sounded like low groans from behind you. Then you feel Mingi’s fingers press against your bare thighs, just this fucking close to lifting your dress.
Mingi shifts against you, his hard cock now even more prominent against your ass—directly below your pussy if it wasn’t for the fact that there were layers of annoying fabric keeping them apart.
His deep voice is like a melody in your ear, “I’m closing an eye if you’re just doing this on accident, but there’s only so much more grinding I can take princess.”
You glance over to the company seated just right beside you—they are still singing their hearts out thanks to the self-assigned DJ of the car. The music was still blasting, and you realise you and Mingi are slowly forming another world—one growing of hot and heavy air.
You’re trying to weigh your options and risks, but the constant friction of Mingi’s cock just poking you through his pants mixed with the light buzz from the alcohol earlier is keeping you less than logical.
You lean back, the back of your head resting on his shoulder, feeling the thick coat tickle your cheeks, taking in the scent of his cologne that you swear only he could pull off, the boldness rushing into your veins like adrenaline.
“And if I said it wasn’t an accident?”
You don’t know what he might do next, but it’s making your legs tremble by the second. Your clit is fucking throbbing from the sheer anticipation.
Mingi’s eyes dart to glance at you while his head remains positioned straight, before he presses himself onto you with a smirk against your ears, “Right. Glad we cleared that up, princess.”
His hands press on the sides of your throat, two fingers tipping your jaw to turn your head to face him as he clashes his lips against yours, and you’re ready for him to just take whatever the fuck you have left. You’re doing your best to muffle your moans through the kisses, but as every second passes, you’re ready to give into it—mostly scream his fucking name into the night at this point.
Your eyes are so glazed out, your pussy throbbing and drenched, your mind so sexually frustrated the more Mingi keeps you waiting. Mingi’s fingers trail along your bare thighs, his legs forcing yours to stay open, easily letting the gather of your dress push upwards, while his fingers push your panties to the side. You hear him mutter fuck when your wet cunt drenches his fingers. He barely drags his fingers over your clit, yet you already feel like you’re about to burst.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me?” Mingi asks, sinking his gaze into yours. You swallow hard and nod, so fucking entranced by his sharp eyes behind the glasses, and alongside the fact that his fingers are rubbing circles on your clit.
“Fuck me. You’re so fucking wet for me”, he hisses, eating up your moans as he fits his thick fingers into your pussy, filling you up instantly. Oh god. You feel your mind completely blank out at the sensation of Song Mingi stretching you out.
You swear that the wet sounds of Mingi’s fingers fucking your sopping cunt were louder than the music, but for some reason, and thank fuck, no one else seemed to notice. Yet.
His other hand clasps over your mouth as he watches your eyes roll back, your desperate and satisfied moans muffled every time his thumb presses against your clit while his fingers fill you up again and again.
You shouldn’t have agreed to stay quiet.
Mingi’s legs are strong as fuck because his knees keep your legs from snapping shut as you let the feeling build in your stomach. Your hips are involuntarily bucking against his fingers, craving for him to fuck his fingers deeper. Shit. You can’t seem to get enough. He releases his hand off your mouth for a while, letting it wander to your tits, rolling your nipples over your dress with his fingers, listening to you pant and whimper.
“Can’t wait to fuck your tight cunt once we get off”, he mutters into your ear, increasing his pressure on your clit.
“Please… fuck! Mingi…” you trail, not even sure what you’re begging for at this point. But the knot tightens hard and taut. You’re about to snap anytime soon.
“Cum on my fingers for me, y/n. Show me how your cunt is gonna feel like when my cock is gonna stuff you full.”
His hand goes back to clamping over your mouth to muffle your cries while your orgasm rips through your body. Your eyes roll back, and your back arched against his abdomen, the pleasure spreading through every nerve while he’s still fucking you with his fingers, enjoying the way you’re completely undone because of him. Your cunt can’t seem to stop spasming and it’s only from his fucking fingers.
But it slowly wears off, and he releases his hand from your mouth, letting you catch your breath.
His fingers slowly leave your spent and creamy cunt, and for a split second, you’re almost disappointed. You turn your head, watching Mingi slide his stained fingers past his lips, licking them clean, and his eyes locked onto you.
“You taste so fucking good, Princess”, he whispers, before his hands are on your throat again, pulling you in for a wet kiss, and you taste yourself on his tongue, your face heating up at his words once more.
The split second you pull away from him is when the music stops, and you hear your name being called.
“Y/n!”
Your eyes widen, and Mingi lowers his knees, letting you quickly shut your legs, letting his arm rest close to your legs, blocked by his fur coat. Thank fuck you’re in the dark.
“This is your stop right?” Your friend asks before she turns on the interior car lights. You glance at the apartment building and sure enough, it is your apartment building.
“Right”, you manage to answer with a forced smile.
And as you are about to leave the car, Mingi suddenly announces, “I’ll send her up. Don’t wait for me.” He takes off his fur coat, draping it over your shoulders, quickly turning away as he pushes the car door open, ignoring the suggestive looks his group of friends were giving him before curtly saying his goodbyes and shutting the car door.
Mingi is pretty much gentle with you as the both of you head up to your apartment, asking if you’re feeling cold, even though he’s only in a black tank top. You can’t help but gawk at how he looks even under shitty elevator lights—still so fucking hot. His fingers haven’t let go of yours yet since the both of you left the car, and he sure isn’t letting you go when the both of you reach to the door of your apartment.
You feel so ridiculous in this oversized fur coat, but the fact that Mingi’s smell is just all over it makes you turn a blind eye to it.
You unlock the door, pushing it open, the post nut clarity hitting, but the realisation of Mingi in a private space with you sending you mind into the gutter.
And suddenly you feel your cunt throb again. Fuckin hell.
“Cute place you have there”, he comments, slipping his shoes off.
“I try to make the most out of it”, you return, taking off the fur coat, handing it back to him.
Mingi pauses, staying near the door.
“I got no clue why I left the car like that, y/n. If you want me to leave, I can just call a cab and-“
His mouth runs, watching the way you’re walking towards him, and his lips snap shut when you pull him in for an open mouth kiss, his thoughts completely disappearing like they never existed.
“Finish what you started, Minki”, you whisper when you pull away.
For once, you like the way red looks on his pretty face, the red that disappears when he catches on, eye fucking you while thinking how fucking hot you look under normal apartment lights than the dim lights.
His hands cup the back of your neck before his fingers are on your scalp, tugging your hair to face him, letting his lips collide with yours. You taste him so much more intensely now, and fuck does he taste like heaven.
You feel his hands leave your head, going for your wrists instead, and he backs you up against the wall, deciding to pin your fucking wrists against the wall while stealing all of the oxygen you have left in between pants.
His fingers trail down so lightly across your skin, you feel like you’re about to combust.
“Is the couch fine for you?” He asks. You nod, just internally begging him to do anything to you.
His hands slip down to your thighs, carrying you up in his arms, kissing and sucking against the skin of your neck while he navigates through your apartment. When he does find the couch (rather quickly), he lets you fall onto it, watching the way your dress rides up higher to your hips, your soaked panties coming into view, and his cock growing hard once more.
“You know, you’re honestly killing me with that dress”, Mingi comments, his fingers tugging off your drenched panties, almost salivating over your glistening cunt. “Had to hold back from just pulling you out and fucking you.”
Oh, fucking gods.
“That’s why we’re here now, aren’t we?” You tease, watching his satisfied grin grow bigger.
You can’t wait for him to fuck your brains out.
Mingi squats, letting his face press against your bare cunt, giving licks up, his tongue pressing against your clit while holding your legs apart. He thinks your whimpers and begs are like a fucking symphony—and he could listen to them over and over again while he breaks you, over and over again.
It doesn’t last long, unfortunately, because he feels like he’s about to burst the longer he waits, his cock bulging against the fabric of his pants.
So Mingi unbuckles his pants, pushing them down along with his underwear, his thick and long cock springs from his apparel, wet and decorated in thick precum. He gives himself quick strokes, amused by the way your face is turning a soft shade of pink.
His thick fingers once again hold your wrists above you, lining his cock up to your pretty hole and pushing himself in, his girth taking up all space instantly. You see stars splatter beneath your eyelids as his cock stretches you out—thick and heavy.
“Fuck. Song Mingi-“ you cry out, struggling against his grasp.
“So fuckin tight, princess. Fuck, you feel so fucking good”, he sighs, letting himself bottom out in you, relishing in the way your face completely contorts into pleasure when he’s fully seated in you.
And when he starts fucking you, your eyes roll back—the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of you switching off most of your senses.
You sense his arms pining your wrists are growing tired, so you do your best to tap his arm, and Mingi lets go, watching you slide his wrist down to your throat.
You sure know how to push his buttons.
He applies pressure and it hits all the perfect spots. A choked moan escapes you while he fucks you dumb.
“I’d love to choke you more, princess, but I really need you to ride me right now”, Mingi whispers, his fingers leaving your throat, and he pulls his cock out.
You climb onto his lap, lining his cock before you push yourself down, his fullness knocking the wind out of you once more.
“Are you gonna take all of my cum like a good girl?” He hums, wiping away the tears from your eyes. You nod weakly, biting your lip.
“That’s my good girl”, he compliments, and it makes your heart fucking soar. Mingi bounces you on his cock, groaning at the way you’re squeezing around him. “Fuck, squeeze me just like that. God, your pussy feels so fucking amazing, princess.”
“Mingi, I’m so close. Oh fuck I’m gonna-“
Mingi only holds your thighs down, watching you shake, feeling your cunt just clenching down and flutter on his cock, cream seeping down his shaft, and he groans in your ear, keeping himself deep in your pussy, his thick cum flooding into your tight cunt, listening to you curse while he forces you to ride out your high.
“So fucking good. Mingi…” you mutter through tears and hiccup, letting Mingi kiss your tears before he slowly pulls his wet cock out of you, satisfied at the way his cum slowly trickles out of you while you catch your breath.
Mingi waits for your mind to slowly clear, and you climb off him, but your fingers stay interlocked with his.
“We can wash up and order food if you want”, you say, trying to avoid the fact that you’re still flushing slightly considering Song Mingi made a wreck out of you.
But he pulls you along with him.
“An invitation to shower together? I’ll gladly fuckin take it, princess.”
w.c: 3.3k (porn with a microscopic amount of plot)
warnings: dom! yunho, sub! reader, venom should have his own warning bc bro is NASTYY (so is yuyu 🤝🏻), partial mind manipulation? on yunho’s part? bc venom is in his head? idk, praise/degradation, pet names/name calling, teasing, fingering, hand kink….,, SIZE KINK., manhandling, pussy eating, tongue kink, raw feral sex (doggy + missionary), bro has a monster cock, also monster fucking!! bc venom takes over <3, cum eating, breeding kink, bulge kink, dacryphilia, mind break, marathon sex, record breaking creampie
a/n: listen …….i LOVE venom, the things i would let venom do to me would set humanity back at least fifty years. NOW VENOM YUNHO ON THE OTHER HAND,, oh boy. boyyyy oh boy. i don’t think i have to explain myself when it comes to that combination bc this fic speaks for itself lol. are you curious now? why don’t you give it a peek then, hm? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ and then lemme know what you thought of it pretty please? <3
song rec: new woman - lisa feat. rosalía (get it bc he’s a new man - bc of venom - 😼)
fictober 2024
“And just where have you been, Jeong Yunho?” you asked your boyfriend in a more teasing manner than anything, once he snuck in past the sliding glass door of the balcony, getting up from the couch you were waiting restlessly on. When he stood there silently just looking at you through the white eye-shaped sections of his mask, you pouted, nervously wrapping a lock of hair around your finger. “Just be honest with me and I won’t be mad, okay?”
Despite the lack of sleep, you were ready for him this time. He wasn’t about to casually sneak in or out of the house another night that week without you catching him. Usually, you wouldn’t have been concerned because you were used to him being gone when there was crime taking place or a super villain that needed to be brought to justice, but recently…your boyfriend was acting strange. He was starting to become moody and secretive, opting to brush you off when you asked him about it. Yunho had even taken up using substances in his free time, finding him drunk or high off his ass in the apartment when you got home from work. The final straw was when you came home one night to find him in the kitchen with freshly dyed hair and new piercings he had given himself, a few empty boxes of black hair dye and bloody safety pins laying haphazardly on the kitchen counter.
Yunho took off his mask and rubbed at his eyes like he was tired, leaving a bit of smeared eyeliner underneath them, before shoving his hands into the pockets of his frayed jacket, the one that was slightly zipped just enough to cover his iconic red suit.
“She knows about us,” said the annoying parasite that had just recently made a home inside him. “We should eat her.”
“No, I’m not doing that,” Yunho grumbled, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.
You walked up to him, gently putting a hand on his chest. “Yun, I just wanna know where you were at, that’s all. You know I respect your space,” you murmured, your pout growing slightly, your eyebrows upturned with concern.
“She’s looking at us with those big round eyes again, Yunho,” Venom told his host, letting out a disgusting groan only he could hear. “It’s gonna make us hard. If we’re not going to eat her, let’s fuck her, at least.”
“Mingi asked me to take care of some douchebags that had been causing trouble at that new club he works at. That’s all, baby,” Yunho replied softly, reaching down to press the back of his hand against your cheek, before cupping it. He noticed the teary look inside your doe eyes. “Hey, are you okay?”
You nuzzled into his big warm hand, before reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck to hold your boyfriend close. “I’m fine…I’ve just been worried about you, Yun. You’ve been acting a bit…different.”
“Let’s show her just how different we’ve become, Yunho,” Venom egged him on, knowing Yunho could feel just how much he wanted to break through the barrier of his host’s mind and take control. “She’ll love it.”
How could he possibly explain to you that he was always in a never-ending battle with a frightening otherworldly parasite that had found its way inside of him? You would be so scared and disgusted, you’d probably never trust him again. He couldn’t risk losing you, not when you were his only anchor to the normal life he desperately craved, and the first person he’s ever felt this strongly about.
“I’m just going through a phase, I think,” Yunho expressed wholeheartedly, resting his hands around your waist, his thumbs slightly pressing into your hip bones through your sleep shirt, feeling just how delicate you truly were. You were so small compared to him, practically swimming in one of his band t-shirts that you regularly wore to bed; you were so tiny and cute, and…”Malleable,” Venom finished. Yunho couldn’t tell if the parasite was influencing all of his thoughts or if he was just that perverted.
“Do you wanna talk about it, Yun?” You pressed yourself closer to Yunho, feeling his large hands enclose around your small waist, making you feel a bit dizzy. When he shook his head, you tilted yours, wondering if what you felt pushing against your middle was exactly what you thought it was. “Or, do you want to take me to bed?”
It had felt like forever since Yunho had touched you, kissed you even. You had almost forgotten what it was like to feel him inside you, filling you up over and over again until his love spilled out. Just the thought alone made your body begin to overheat. Was it wrong of you to take his simple answer at face value? Should you have pushed the issue, instead of letting him push you back into the wall of the hallway? You weren’t sure, but you were just grateful that your boyfriend still wanted you like this.
“Did punching those guys at the club make you this horny?” you asked playfully, a sudden shiver of pleasure shooting up your spine when Yunho’s warm hands snaked up underneath your shirt and began groping at your tits.
“So horny,” Yunho joked back, watching you instantly melt underneath his touch, a shaky exhale escaping his bobbing throat as he swallowed.
“Nnngh, I didn’t know fighting crime did it for you, Yun.”
“Knowing I’m already getting your little pussy wet just from this is what’s doing it for me, baby,” he whispered into your ear, having to practically lower himself to your height just to do so, able to clearly hear the breathless moan that left your lips. He squished your soft flesh in between his slender fingers, using his thumbs to rub your hardening nipples in teasing circles. Yunho was already breathing hard, his mind swimming with constant racing thoughts that all pertained to his pretty little girlfriend and what he was going to do to you.
It had felt like eternity since Yunho had allowed himself to feel you underneath his touch, to even simply look at you with unbridled lust. He wanted to see all of you, witness the way you completely opened yourself up to him. It was driving him insane. Was it selfish of him to give into temptation when there was something else living inside him? Something that he knew was taking even more pleasure in this than he was? He wasn’t exactly sure, but he knew it was far too late to stop now.
“Let us see her tits, Yunho, they feel so nice inside our hands, we need to see,” Venom demanded, desperately shaking the bars of his figurative cage.
When Yunho tugged your shirt up and over your tits, your gasp became muffled, your eyes widening as he stuffed the hem of the shirt into your mouth. You were going to close your legs to keep your arousal from spilling down your thighs, but your eager boyfriend pushed his larger one in between them.
“You’re so pretty, angel,” Yunho cooed softly, admiring the way you began to grind your cunt against his thigh, despite the sheepish expression you offered him, a bit of drool escaping the corner of his mouth from witnessing such a display of pure desperation. “Look at you go…rubbing yourself all over my thigh like a horny little slut.”
“N-not a slut,” you whimpered softly, his insult causing a fresh wave of slick to leak out onto Yunho’s torn jeans. “Just need you, Yuyu.”
“Her breeding hole needs to be trained to handle my size. Do it now,” Venom growled into Yunho’s mind, growing more and more demanding by the second, very aware that his host was starting to lose control of himself.
“Yeah? How about this?” Yunho pulled your panties to the side so that he could watch as your greedy cunt swallowed up one of his long, bony fingers to the knuckle. “Is that enough, baby?”
“I meant with your human sized cock, you insufferable prick,” Venom chided, simply not understanding the pleasurable benefits that prolonged foreplay could offer being the uninhibited hothead that he was.
Something about the way Yunho was taking his time unraveling you, the way he was drinking in the sight of your bare body with pure lust inside his eyes, with only a single digit plunged inside you so far made you pulse and squeeze around it. “F-full.”
“But I barely fit one finger inside you, sweetheart. What’ll happen if I put another?” Yunho suddenly tugged your borrowed t-shirt up and over your head, leaning in close to your face to catch the way your breath hitched as soon as he slipped another finger inside, curling them just enough to hit your sweet spot each time he finger-fucked you, earning a few whiny moans from his beloved girlfriend. “Oh, that’s right. You turn into my little sex toy, don’t you?”
“Y-esss, Yuyu, just for you, fuck,” you cried out, hooking your arms around his neck to keep yourself from completely melting into the floor.
“That’s a good girl,” he groaned into your ear, quickly stuffing his slippery digits into you, incapable of getting Venom’s ungodly thoughts out of his head all the while. Fuck, he was feeling hot, dizzy. His head and cock were throbbing. He needed more. They needed more. He had no choice but to shove a third finger into you, your slick walls pulsating around him. “If you’re feeling full now, princess—just wait till my cock’s inside you...”
Gasping, your nails dug into his back through his clothes. “Oh my god, Yunho, give it to me, please, please, please,” you whined breathlessly into his neck, trembling in his arms as overwhelming pleasure washed over you. “N-need you inside.”
“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re already begging to be fucked like that. I almost forgot how needy you are when you want cock. You like the thought of me stretching out your little pussy that much, huh?” He smiled darkly against your heated skin, slowly dragging his tongue along it as you whimpered and nodded your head to his obscene question, not allowing you to witness the brief moment his eyes turned completely black. “I just might split you open.”
You almost didn’t recognize your boyfriend when he tossed you onto the bed like you weighed close to nothing. He swiftly manipulated your body and limbs until you were facedown, hips raised, your cheek pressed into the sheets. He was usually the one who insisted on missionary, kissing you and watching you come apart beneath him. But now his grip was different, his voice low and rough as he muttered something about the position being “perfect for breeding”—or at least that’s what you thought you heard from behind you.
“Now’s the time, human. We must show her how great we are,” the alien reminded Yunho, delighted that his black parasitic poison was now making its way through his host’s veins, showing up from underneath his milky skin. It was changing him in ways that would most definitely benefit all three of you.
The moment he pushed inside, the air rushed from your lungs in a sharp gasp. “S-so big…” was all you could manage, your body trembling as you struggled not to make a mess on your boyfriend’s cock just from the way he filled you.
Yunho squeezed his large hands into the sides of your ass and spread it open, hyper focused on your dripping cunt and how it struggled to accommodate his ungodly size. “Poor baby’s so tiny, my little princess can barely take me inside her pretty cunt,” he sighed, pulling out just enough to send a few strands of spit onto his own cock, lubing up the base of it and pushing back in, a shiver of pleasure shooting up his spine as soon as he heard the broken cry that left your drooling mouth. “Looks like we’re going to have to break you in.”
You felt like you were losing your mind. Your boyfriend had just barely bottomed out inside of you and you were already about to cream yourself. And, it might’ve been the cock-drunk state you were in, but you swore to god that his dick got bigger. It felt like it was kissing your cervix already and he hadn’t even moved yet. Not to mention, it felt so hot inside you, and there was so much pre-cum coating your walls, you almost thought he had came prematurely, but he would’ve been asleep and snoring away already if he did.
Yunho snapped you out of your thoughts with a sudden, powerful thrust, a low, drawn-out groan spilling from his throat as if he were lost in euphoria. His fingers caught your wrists and drew them behind your back, tucking them together in one large hand before he moved again, relentless and focused. He yanked you back onto his cock over and over, using you like his own personal sex doll. “That’s fucking it, isn’t it, angel? You like that? You fucking like that?”
“Nnh…yeah—don’t stop,” you moaned, the words spilling out before you could think. Whatever this new phase of Yunho’s was, it felt like the best thing that had ever happened to you both; you’d never imagined something this rough, this animal, could feel so impossibly good.
“She’s ours, she’s ours, Yunho, fuck, we’re going to cum inside her,” Venom blissfully announced into Yunho’s head, fully taking over his host in that very instant, gracing Yunho with the symbiote’s much more endowed features.
A sudden gasp tore from your throat, the breath you dragged in breaking apart into a trembling moan. It felt as if Yunho had somehow grown impossibly larger inside you; the thought barely registered before pleasure drowned it out. “So big…it’s so fucking big, Yunho—nnnngh—it’s gonna break me,” you exhaled, clutching at the sheets the instant he loosened his grip enough for you to move, your lashes fluttering as your eyes rolled back.
“That’s right, pretty girl, and you’re going to keep taking it all, even after I’m done impregnating you,” Yunho agreed huskily, bending over you until his overheated body pressed into your shoulders and back, his long fingers curling around the softness of your hips once again. Just as his never-ending seed spilled into you and made its way into your womb, Yunho dragged his long, heavy tongue up in between your straining shoulder blades and along your neck, savoring your flavor. He truly wanted to eat you, unable to stop drooling, but the annoying mortal he shared this body with wouldn’t let him. Venom figured he would have to settle for the next best thing.
You didn’t even have a chance to finish shaking, let alone take a breath, before you were being lifted up and lowered back down onto your boyfriend’s face, your cunt fitting snugly between the curves of Yunho’s lips and nose. Just as he lapped at your extremely sensitive clit and slit, you couldn’t help but jolt away, his forearms suddenly locking tightly around your middle. “O-oh…!”
“Hold still. Need a taste of this pretty cunt,” Yunho growled under his breath, angling his head back and opening his mouth wide enough so that he could explore the entirety of your used cunt, licking and drinking up the mixed arousal that spilled out of you to his heart’s content.
“Y-Yunhooo,” you whined pathetically, reaching forward to hold onto the headboard to keep yourself from passing out from the pleasure that was overloading your mind, looking down to watch how he eagerly nosed at your clit. “Fuck, i’ll cum again…”
“Then, do it, princess.” Just as he swallowed down more of your wetness, he realized it wasn’t enough, unable to keep himself from sliding the entirety of his tongue inside you, feeling you clench around the base of it.
“Oh my god, your tongue, it’s so—haaaah,” you moaned breathlessly, your nails scraping the headboard as Yunho’s impossibly long, serpentine tongue moved over you with a seamless, almost inhuman rhythm. When the thickest part of his appendage rubbed at your g-spot, you saw white around your vision, your ears ringing, unable to hear the filthy slurping sounds Yunho was making underneath you as he drank up your squirt.
When you came to, you were back underneath Yunho, in the missionary position he loved so much, yet this time it was profoundly different. His eyes were as dark as his freshly dyed hair, one corner of his mouth split open, inviting a myriad of long, serrated fangs, all while black wispy tendrils clung onto one side of his face like a second skin. You realized too late why Yunho was acting so out of character, and that you were never actually alone with him the past few weeks. You had an uninvited guest, an alien symbiote known as Venom, to be exact—and here you were, face to face with him, his massive alien cock stretching you open to the point of no return.
“Oh god, you’re actually going to split me open, what the fuck—” you exhaled, a shocked laugh spilling out as your nails raked down Yunho’s tense back, leaving bright streaks of red in your wake.
“Silly human, as much as we’d enjoy seeing that, you won’t split apart. You have a prime body for breeding, didn’t you know?” he chuckled darkly in a two-toned voice, pressing his hand down into your abdomen to feel the sheer size of himself protruding through your lower belly each time his hips routinely smacked into yours. “We knew Spider-man’s pretty little girlfriend would make a perfect host for our offspring. Just look at you, you’re taking us so well.”
You didn’t know what was going to break your mind first, the fact that you were essentially being used as a breeding tool for an alien that would take great pleasure in swallowing you whole, or the fact that your cunt was eagerly swallowing up something so absurdly large, its heavy girth and width stretching you so wide, Every impossible sensation sent your body into overdrive, and no matter how insane it felt, your mind and body surrendered completely, lost in the dizzying, overwhelming pleasure. And he didn’t stop, even after he unloaded into you time and time again.
“Feels…so good, I might die—” you gasped between pleasured sobs, hot tears streaming down your cheeks, your body pushed past every limit, yet somehow able to endure it.
“Good girlll,” Yunho praised, letting his long slimy tongue slip out to lick up the side of your cheek until he tasted the salt of your tears. He fully sheathed himself inside you one last time, before his large hands cemented around your waist, holding you completely still as his hot load joined the other one he had previously fucked into you, his heavy breaths warming the skin of your neck. “That’s it, you dirty slut, take it all, just like that…”
You could hardly breathe, let alone move, simply laying still in your boyfriend’s arms, taking everything he gave you, as wave after wave of cum coated the insides of your aching cunt and flooded womb, more of it spilling down the insides of your legs and dripping onto the stained sheets below. It felt so good to be filled up in such a way, to be truly bred, that you came again without direct stimulation, letting out a broken cry, before Yunho silenced you with a gentle kiss.
“Did I hurt you baby…? I…should’ve told you…”
When you opened your teary eyes, your boyfriend’s previously monstrous traits were gone, instead replaced with his usual soft, flushed features that you adored so much. “I’m okay, Yunnie. Promise.” You watched him open and close his mouth, as if he didn’t know what to say. You pressed another kiss to his lips, weakly running your fingers through his hair. “Should we go to the drugstore to get Plan B?”
Yunho gave you a goofy, though apologetic smile, leaning his face into your neck to give it a few kisses. He pulled himself back up to face you, his eyebrows upturned. “D-do you think it would work on an alien symbiote?”
You patted his head, knowing what you signed up for when you decided to date the Spider-man, figuring one of his superhero friends would have a solution for the both of you. You gave him a soft smile, happy when he returned it. “If not, let’s get a refund.”
— Mingi and you finally decide to move in together, but truth to be told you didn’t have time for each other more than for the basics. This means you are desperate to spend time just enjoying the other’s company (and fuck, and well, it shows)
! Long fuck fic
! based on Say it like you mean it characters but not mentioning its plot
W/C: ~4.8K
Genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, madly in love
Warnings: +18, mdni (seriously), cursing (a lot), dirty talking (another lot), teasing, edging, slight possessive behaviour (from both parts), breeding kink, praise kink, size kink, honestly this is a kink compilation, raw sex (you know you shouldn’t), needy mingi & needy reader, both vibing in the same horny kind of tune, pure hornyness, dry humping, a lot of spit, oral (f receiving), making out, multiple orgasms and therefore overstim, squirting, switch dynamics (rather bratty power bottom reader x service top mingi but also kind of switching so idk?), filming, this counts as a warning too cos really madly in love should be a warning, let me know if I forgot something i hope not cos this warnings are longer than the fic already
A/N: at the end
Also: this oneshot is fiction and in no way aims to portrait anyone involved in the story
Taglist: @i01233 @tinie03 @thesupreme316 @esmedelacroix thanks for waiting ♡
His scent was all over the room after taking a shower. His arm still a bit humid and warmer than usual had you hugged close to him under the blanket. And you couldn’t see it well since it was dark in the room, but the red and white highlights flashing from the tv painting his beautiful profile and the screen reflecting on his glasses had you totally distracted.
you were trying so hard to focus on the anime you decided to watch together. You were so, so trying it…
But the way his casual and cozy look caught your breath each time you had the chance to see it since you moved in together had no hopes in changing, ever.
It had been some time since you had had a quality time and chill night together due to hectic schedules at work and all the move in process, so now that the stars aligned and you had the same days off you wanted it to be as actually chill as possible and restricted every single dirty thought about pulling his glasses off and kiss him to start with.
If only his fingers were not playing with yours under the blanket. If only his shampoo wasn’t the same as yours and you didn’t weirdly get off to that because it meant you were actually living together. If only you weren’t so pent up after nearly a week without seeing each other for anything else but eating and sleeping if you were lucky.
If only you didn’t feel your heart skip a beat every time he chuckled when he found something funny happening in the anime that you were totally not watching.
If only you didn’t love him so fucking much.
Mingi turned his face your way while still smiling to check if you found the scene as funny as he did.
And you will never know what he saw on your face at this very moment, but his smile dropped and his eyes narrowed in only one second. “What’s up babychick? You don’t like the series?”
He knew exactly what was up, but he chose to play dumb for a moment. “Yes, yes, i am loving it,” you recovered quickly from your trance ”it is so interesting” and decided to play along. You smiled, lovingly, not showing how sarcastic you were actually being and on the contrary making it sound as genuine as possible.
You turned your face to the screen just in time to catch a smirk slowly growing on his face. He wanted to play? This you could do it. No problem at all.
—
The voices coming from the tv were white noise and ambient sound at this point. You had been silent since your little conversation earlier, but no words were needed when both of you were anticipating what was going to happen. You knew each other already, so you could tell that Mingi was getting impatient by how he looked at you from the corner of his eye. His tease was backfiring completely and all he could think about was him eating you out, but he didn’t want to lose just yet.
It all started to get complicated for him with you pulling up slightly at the hem of his shirt and placing your hand on his lower stomach pretending you were looking for some kind of warmth, your hand was cold you said. Sneaky girl… and eventho his breath hitched for one millisecond he continued with your little edging game.
He put his hand over yours, saying that by doing so it would warm up quicker. And it could have been an innocent gesture if only he wasn’t tracing random forms and decorating your fingers in suggestive caresses. Fucking tease… Good thing someone died in the anime in this exact moment, that way your little pout could pass as unbothered.
But you were bothered. Both of you were since long ago. All the second intentions behind the caresses, all the low whimpers you could hear from one another at every single touch and trying to contain yourselves from just lose it all and finally fuck were agonizing at this point.
You knowing he was already half hard and that your hand was dangerously close to his crotch but intentionally not daring to touch him wasn’t easy.
Him knowing you were probably already soaking through the grey leggins you used as a pijamas and he had done nothing but sit beside you and hug you yet was even less easy. How bad would it be when he got started…
You realizing the hands you originally had interlaced under the blanket were now somehow resting on your tit made you sigh.
Him realizing that your nipple was perking out and begging to be pinched, squeezed, bitten, sucked and anything possible was almost unbearable.
You and him panting quietly, suffocating in the tension that you both had slowly been creating by doing nothing but know that you wanted each other very, very badly.
You were also getting impatient, so you decided to push his buttons further and you knew exactly how. Without saying a word, you broke your cozy (yet hot) hug to slowly get up the sofa. “Where are you going?” His voice was husky and a little pouty because of your sudden distance. “I am sleepy, I think I am going to be-“
You couldn’t even finish your sentence as he grabbed your arm and pulled you down, placing you on his lap right over his hard bulge. Both of you moaned at the contact. God he was harder than you thought he would be. This rilling up game was going to be one of your favorites… “stop with the teasing, you win” you smiled in victory “i always win” well, he had to agree on that.
As soon as you leaned in to take his glasses off and give him the long awaited kiss both of you were a panting mess already. The kiss was slow and nasty, drinking in each other as if you had been wandering in a desert for ages and just found a fountain.
His hands were gripping your hips hard, knuckles white and head empty, bucking up every time you grinded your pussy along his dick through your clothes. The friction so good you could cum from just that after all the built up tension, your fingers tangled in his shirt and pulled to bring him even closer. You had the feeling that he had been too far from you for too long, otherwise you wouldn’t be this extremely horny, so needy for his touch and his skin on yours already.
“I need this out of the way” you pulled his shirt off slowly, taking your time on the motion, then yours went after, both ending rumbled on the floor.
You had to take a second to admire his topless figure under you, the dim light of the tv outlining his strong figure, and you looked at him with real adoration written in your eyes “my hand is cold again…” you bit your lip shyly, putting your hand back on his lower tummy as you had done earlier, but this time you traced the pattern of his slightly defined torso up to his chest, both hands meeting at his back and feeling his wide shoulders with featherlike touches.
“You are gonna be the end of me babe, you doing this on purpose?” his head rested on the back of the sofa, eyes lidded, tensing under your light touch and waiting impatiently for you to snap and continue what had already started.
You looked at him with such a fake surprised expression, “what do you mean? I am only admiring my pretty boyfriend” and you knew what you calling him pretty would do to him.
“I thought the game ended” he growled, eyes now on the roof and his adam’s apple bobbing while swallowing a moan at the praise “yes, and I won, so I am going to savor my price” you leaned back and took his chin to make him look at you “see how I am already? You made me wet through my pijamas, anything to say about that??”
He looked down where your leggins were indeed as soaked as he had imagined, the dark patch too close to his cock for his brain to not malfunction. “I am going to fuck you so good babychick you wont be going out of bed in three working days” that you didn’t see it coming. He was never so aggressive from the beginning, but he was in such a horny state his hands were already shaking in your hips.
“Please let me eat you out” you moaned at his begging “its all I can think about” he closed his eyes and sighed just at the thought of your dripping cunt smearing his face and your sweet flavor filling his mouth. “You are so needy…” you said and he nodded slowly and deadly serious “only for you”.
One of his hands run up to your back, the other one still gripping your hip tightly. Your boy was so strong and so big it took him zero effort to stand up carrying you on top of him. “You wanted to go to bed yeah?” You grinned “I knew you would get the hint at some point”
He had been between your legs for two orgasms already. His face a dripping mess and his thumb circling your clit slowly compared to the quick pace his tongue had set on you. Slurping, moaning in your cunt, drawing random patterns in your inner thighs with his free hand to feel your soft skin somehow. He was fucking the mattress to get some kind of friction for himself although he could cum untouched by just the sound of your moans and the way you pushed his head impossibly close to you.
The overstimulation of cumming twice with just his mouth was torture but you couldn’t think about pushing him away, that would be worse. “My girl likes to go wild with overstim?” He slurped up a drop of your cum, pulling out his tongue to show you your own creamy arousal “you think you are stretched out for me already my love?”
You couldn’t take this any longer, having him inside was your top priority in this moment so you grabbed a handful of his hair and dragged him up as he moaned in pleasure due to the sudden pain while you cried “mingi, pants off” you were already naked, but he had still these black home sweatpants that normally drove you crazy but in this moment drove you mad.
He obliged and pulled them down, revealing that he had no boxers on and letting his dripping cock spring out, red, all veins on display and you swore to god you had never seen him this hard in all the time you had been together.
You were already salivating… the stretch of his cock was always good, but this time.. oh my god you couldn’t imagine it, you had to have it.
Wide open on your bed, waiting for him to put the condom on and his dick to finally fill you up, anticipating that stretch you were aching for with little whimpers trying to escape your mouth.
And he knew it.
He was sliding his tip along your entrance, covering the condom in your slick and his own spit after his make out session with your pussy. “mingi, fuck off…” you were desperate for him “baby I really want to slam in, but I have to put it in slowly” this was half true given his size and half him getting revenge for his loss, but you were not having it.
You were always the winner for a reason: whatever he did you took it further.
You rose your hips and pushed against the tip. finally, finally opening yourself for him inch by inch. You couldn’t see it because you had closed your eyes at the feeling, but he kept them wide open in a completely fucked out expression, savoring the sight of your relaxed face for having him inside you at good fucking last.
Mingi tried, but he couldn’t keep your slow pace until the end and bottomed out in one go, gasping and falling over you, completely worn out already. “god, fuck, mingi” After a few seconds of both of you adjusting to the feeling he started moving, his body still flush against yours, he didn’t bear thinking about being the slightest bit apart from you and not feel you tense, squirm and tremble underneath him. Your sweat making it easier for you to meet his movements as if you were water.
“God…Your pussy hugs me so good baby, I love it. My fucking girl… you are mine, yeah? Answer me baby please…” and he sounded as he really needed you to give a response to that question, eyes shut and forehead pressed against yours. “Mingi…” you cupped his face with both your hands to kiss him “i am yours” you whispered between his lips and dragged your fingers to his hair to pull slightly.
His beautiful reaction every time you did so made you clench around him, making him open his eyes in shock at the sudden tightness and turning his growls even deeper.
He pretended he wasn’t, but he was so needy and so clingy. So lovedrunk for you that you saying that you belonged to him had him already close to cumming.
“There is no other one for you either” you looked at him in the eyes through your lashes, pulling off your best sultry face, “you are mine too, say it” he was shuddering, loving the way you demanded his response, bossing him around from underneath him as if the one being fucked to the brim wasn’t you.
You had him so in the palm of your hand he wouldn’t mind you closing it and crush him, how could he answer anything else than that? “I am yours baby… fuck…” and that made you giggle.
“Thanks” you pecked his lips, hugging him around his neck, legs around his waist pushing him deeper and earning a low moan from him, “baby I really won’t last today”, and it was a given since you had been fucking each other really since the moment you sat on the sofa this afternoon, “so take it easy on me and behave yeah?” he was fucking you slow, the way he knew you liked it. The way he could fill you completely and leave no single untouched spot inside you. But also the only way he would be able to keep going for a while.
And just because you were dying to see him lose his mind completely were you determined to do everything you knew he loved at the same time. Pressing kisses all over his neck till you reached his earlobe and bit it, “I am behaving right? I am being so good today, what you gonna give me, hm?”
He was panting heavily, eyes shut, both his hands at each side of your head, the vision so good and his dick so deep you nearly started crying at the unbearable thrill.
But you decided to slowly move your arms down from his neck to interlace one of his hands with your own instead. Your other hand landed on your lips, tongue full of spit ready to coat your fingers in your saliva and leaving a string behind once you finished with the task, never breaking the eye contact.
Mingi couldn’t win against you being a dirty brat, but he had even less chances of winning against your hand going down where your bodies met to push one of your soaked fingers inside your cunt, stretching you even more but making it even tighter for him.
His jaw clenched and his eyes were silently asking you if you were being fucking for real right now. And oh my god you were, so fucking for real that you started moving your finger slowly inside you and rubbing his dick on your way, moaning loud and grabbing his hand tightly, needing to hold onto something for how good it was feeling for you too.
“Fuuuuuuuuck….” Fuck it, he really didn’t stand a chance from the beginning “I am gonna cum, where do you want it? Tell me babe I won’t last much more” he knew that you loved to feel his cum all over you and you were already trembling, so close yourself.
You couldn’t imagine him pulling out from you right now nor for too long, this past weeks without any intimate contact at all were working hard on you so you didn’t have to think it twice “mingi please… cum inside”
He could never have figured you would say that, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he thought about how to answer.
“Raw baby?” He finally asked with a cry, just to make sure he was understanding it right “please…” your affirmation whisper froze him and made him almost nut on the spot.
He slowly carried on with the roll of his hips, struggling with the pace while the only thing on his mind was to piston fuck you into the bed after what you had asked him to do “you can’t say shit like that”. He was struggling, gritting his teeth and he really wanted to obey but you would regret this tomorrow, this had been said in the heat of the moment, or at least this is what he was telling himself in order not to breed you full.
But you blinked, you fucking innocently blinked pretending to be surprised, knowing how bad he wanted it and quickly slid your sticky hand out of your cunt and between your bodies to push him off and pull him out “but I can tho”.
In one swift motion and in a record time you took the condom off, tossed it somewhere on the floor and aligned his pulsing cock inside you again, painfully slowly sinking him in as you watched his face contort in pure ecstasy by the contact of your wet walls around him for the first time in months using protection.
Nothing could describe the way he felt about having you split open and raw underneath him, completely his to take. You put your arms around his neck, dragging him down to look him in the eyes again as you always liked to watch him when he reached his climax “now you can cum baby” your voice was merely a whisper, small but commanding “i will look so good with your cum dripping out later”.
And that was it. Something animalistic took over him and he started to move rougher, faster and more desperate than he ever had .
“Yeah?? You want to be full of my cum that bad??” His voice deep in the crook of your neck sending shivers through your whole body. Shit, you wanted to see his face!! but you were feeling so good at the way he thrusted into you, grinding his pelvis against your clit each time he went back inside, that you couldn’t be arsed complaining about it.
“Not enough with having me ballsdeep inside you that you also want to keep me there after I pull out??” He was testing the waters, trying to find out if he could say what he actually wanted to. But your loud moan at his words told him that he could carry on and so he did.
“You want me here?” you were far gone, dripping from your pussy to the bed and your skin burning, goosebumps all over and making the prettiest noises he had ever heard.
Never knew this would thrill him so much, but as his hand reached your belly, pressing down slightly and feeling himself moving in and out of you over your skin and going back to kiss you desperately he understood that no other raw pussy was ever gonna have him “you want me to get you pregnant tonight or what?”
Finally. He met your eyes just in time to see them roll back and flutter shut, your cry immediate “yes yes yes yes” you were begging, your cunt squeezing and sucking his cock in so hard it was getting difficult for him to slide out, seeing white ass stars as you came around him repeating his name since it was the only word you could remember.
The noises of your wet bodies crashing every time he thrusted inside you filling his ears and the warmth of your cum soaking his pelvis felt too good, “you drive me fucking insane” he growled and was now letting go, feeling you milk him dry and trembling in a pleasure he was sure he was going to get addicted to.
Cumming raw and inside after holding it in for so long only for you, he really wanted to see how your tummy grew big. “mingi…” he covered his nervous smile with your lips, still panting over your worn out body, never pulling out even after both of you came down from the shared orgasm.
Wait, “you are still hard??” you couldn’t believe it “give me another one babes, i know you can” there was nothing else in this world that had him in more bliss than your whole body response when you were cumming and he knew that nothing could ever compare to the way your walls hugged him perfectly, massaging his cock in ways nothing could do. He needed to feel it some more “you are having my kids no? we need to fill this up”. His words were going to turn you into burning ashes.
He started to move slowly again, the painful overstimulation not being enough to make him stop “but mingi I don’t think I can cum anymore” your eyebrows were beautifully frown and a tear was about to roll down your cheek when he suddenly flipped you over, you being still flush against his body but now on top of him. He fucking knew you loved being on top, completely able to adjust to his length and set your own pace. Watching him from above was one of your most personal moments.
You looked at him in disbelief, he was seriously going to play this game with you??? You straighten up, watching him dangerously challenging but still catching your breath. As soon as you leaned back and rolled your hips your thoughts about not being able to cum were already gone, his dick filling you up so good you couldn’t believe you ever said that.
You put one hand over his leg to balance yourself while grinding over his dick nice and slow “actually maybe I can…?” your other one gently reaching your belly and caressing it in a wide circle, your own touch giving you goosebumps, the gesture making him flinch at the thought of his cum inside you right where you were touching yourself, yours and his imagination going fucking wild.
He closed his eyes to savor each sensation you could pull out of him, hands running up your legs and landing on your hips to help you grind. But he really wanted to see you, so when he opened his eyes again you were still watching him, all the love you felt for him showing on your face and basically dancing on his lap, little moans escaping your mouth. His eyes on you were so raw and sincere it had you melting, a hot drop of your slick running down your boyfriends lap. How the fuck were you this lucky you didn’t know.
He was biting his bottom lip, all his feelings over the place. he loved you so much. And knowing you felt the same for him sometimes blew his mind “how am i so lucky?” you smiled at his words matching your exact thoughts, “look at me mingi, am I not lucky too?” he indeed looked at you, from your pretty face to your pretty hole sucking his cock, a husky moan leaving him.
He brought his hand to your pussy and split your lips open to watch how his cock disappeared inside you “fucking god…” he nearly came again at the sight of his release forming a ring around his base “I wish I could see this forever” and he could tell when you had a bright idea pop into your clever head, like right now.
You stopped for a second to reach out for your phone, your change of position making him pant and trying to hold you still. You popped the camera app on your screen and pressed record then offered it to him. Seriously, how was he so lucky? He was too horny to argue or question you so…
His eyes were fixed on the screen, watching you go back to moving gently on his dick but quickening your pace until you were sliding him out and bucking back in, jumping and moaning nonsenses. His dick felt so right inside you, so where it belonged to that you stopped thinking what you were saying, completely lovedrunk yourself.
“I love this dick” he groaned and struggled to keep the recording and it took everything in him to not throw the phone away and keep looking through the screen, “no one else is ever cumming inside me, I am all yours” you cried and threw your head back, letting out a high pitched moan as you sensed his free hand grip your hip tighter and buck up to meet your movements.
The hand where he was holding the phone completely trembling, the dirty feeling of this happening to him but also watching you getting fucked through anything that wasn’t his own eyes made it look like something nasty. And hell was he getting off to that shit, “mingi I am gonna…” “yeah, yeah please cum babychick, I am following”
Mingi had this rare gifted talent of making you cum as soon as he commanded, and so you did. The scream was loud from both parts, your pussy tightening harder than it ever had around him, not wanting him to ever leave that place “I am cumming inside again baby is that okay?” you couldn’t even manage to answer, your orgasm so hard it was taking forever for it to go down, so you only nodded fervently as a yes.
All the edging and the overstimulation from earlier skyrocketing your sensitivity. It wasn’t easy for it to happen to you but it did this time and it was recorded forever for commemorative purposes; your pussy started to spray over everything reachable around you, all his torso drenched in your squirt, the camera lens soaked and the image blurry.
Fuck it, you didn’t need to save anything else. Mingi stopped the recording and tossed the phone somewhere over the bed, sat up straight to hug you while you were still crying out his name and started to thrust harsher from bellow.
You hugged him back, curling your legs around his waist to keep him as close as you could and started to kiss him desperately, no rhythm no attention, waiting for this rollercoaster climax to end. His movements were already unsteady due to his own incoming orgasm, calling your name and saying sweet praises into your mouth as the string finally snapped and he finished inside again, making your insides warm with his hot cum.
Once he calmed down he fell on his back over the bed, hugging you still over on top of him, totally worn out and suddenly cold after what you thought had been the best orgasm you’d had.
“shit” you sighed “it is so cold” mingi smiled, completely satisfied, “let me get a towel, I will clean this mess up” he reached down to get a sample of the said mess in his finger. You couldn’t help it and licked it without thinking, “baby… don’t go there again” he was being half serious, but his still inside cock twitched weakly. You laughed at him, “baby go get that towel, I am seriously cold”.
He slid out of you, leaving you to get the promised towel, both relieved and sad at the sudden emptiness in your cunt. But… wait, it is not that empty? Your cheeks burned beet red, remembering how you had been begging him to get you pregnant. How many kinks were you gonna collect with this guy?! Your hand moved by its own, trying to find its way to your slit.
As soon as you felt it in your fingers you couldn’t stop yourself, you were putting all the cum that dripped out back in, moaning quietly at the single thought of your belly full of him again.
“need any help with that?” you looked towards the door, he was leaning against its frame, towel in hand, his smile showing his front teeth that you loved so much. You had to smile back, “yeah?”
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A/N: Hellooo haha this took me a while.
I know it was meant to be the continuation for Say it like you mean it, but it has been so long already (two whole years to be exact) that I found no joy in these characters anymore. And as much as I tried to start them over again (seriously I had like 9 drafts about them) it always ended up being just not too good. I really wanted to give them a hot and steamy (and really long wtf) chance with this one. I think my writing got better too (not posting at all but still writing), even if english is not my mother language and therefore I am a bit limited!
I would like to improve some more for the next one, which will also be set on mingi & the chick since i am biased and i kinda got attached to some of the topics I was writing about in Say it like you mean it. So for now we have this one, but possibly the next one will fiiiiinally be SILYMI part.2? When? Who knows, no one when it comes to me i am afraid.
Anyways! I hope you enjoyed. Comments are welcome ♡
tags: smut, boyfriends!woosan, implied criminal activities, standalone sequel to heists and celebrations.
rating: mature
Weeks passed and the stolen necklace—your only tie to the museum—had long since been pawned away. And yet buzzed, pink hair continued to haunt your fantasies. Until you remembered: Wooyoung was incapable of denying your requests, no matter how sticky they were.
warnings: semi-public sex, van sex, really fucking filthy sex, voyeurism & exhibitionism, unprotected sex (👎), creampie, fingering (f & m receiving), handjobs, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, dom!wooyoung, switch!san, switch!reader, ??!mingi, he's just happy to be there tbh, lots of mxm between all three of them, so much kissing holy fuck, jealous!san, some begging, restraints, everyone gets a little overstimulated, nicknames, san's a cutie when riled up, and he's got a potty mouth, I think that's it ^^
A/N: this one was a wild ride. I'd recommend grabbing a bucket and a mop, just in case. happy reading~
nsfw under the cut—minors dni!! 🔞
“I’m surprised, (y/n). It’s been how long since that day? You’re usually quick to move on,” Wooyoung said with a smile on his lips, pouring hot water into his mug.
“Woo,” you whined, leaning your upper body over the kitchen island, inhaling the fresh scent of instant coffee wafting from Wooyoung’s direction. “You should’ve seen him. I mean, how many men have you seen rock pink hair, let alone a buzzcut?”
“Have you seen Park Seonghwa?”
“Who?”
“Shame. You know Hongjoong? Anyang Group’s boss?”
“Ah, Seonghwa as in that Hongjoong’s sidepiece?” Wooyoung nodded as he sipped his coffee. “Mm,” you mirrored the movement in agreement, lips curling, “wouldn’t mind seeing more of him.”
“Damn right,” he laughed.
He brushed away the image of a slender frame and plush lips to redirect back to your conversation. “You seriously want this?”
“Can you do it?” Tilting your head sideways, you peered at the man before you with wide, hopeful eyes.
Wooyoung’s eyebrows shot upwards, and he walked around the island to where you were sat on a stool, placing his mug down to cup your nape, his voice raspy as he spoke, “you know better than to ask me that, darling.”
You smiled, snaking your arms underneath Wooyoung’s baggy shirt and around his waist, pulling him closer to press tender kisses over the line of his jaw, moving up to his lips while he leaned down until you were at eye-level and giving him a firm kiss.
Pearly whites peeked at Wooyoung, “then I really want this.”
“And you’ll get it,” he moved your head towards his with the hand at your nape, his nose pressing into your cheek as he kissed you until you ran out of breath, pulling away with a kitten lick to your upper lip.
Fingers scratched lightly at the back of your head, Wooyoung leaning closer once again, this time nuzzling your temples, taking in the scent of your shampoo before exhaling contently. “But,” he started, moving back until he could meet your eyes, “what about San?”
“What about him?” You feigned ignorance.
The corner of Wooyoung’s lips tugged upwards at your darting gaze. “You know how he gets. I can’t imagine he’d be thrilled watching you devour another man.”
You pouted, arms retreating from Wooyoung’s waist to cross at your chest. “He can deal with it.”
Wooyoung chuckled, moving to kiss you again, frowning when you stopped him with a hand to his chest. You spoke before he could question the movement,
“What about you? Or do you not get jealous”
His frown melted away, expression softening as you avoided his gaze, hands immediately seeking yours to guide them over his shoulders. “My love,” he peppered kisses over your cheek. “You know well how I treat bastards who dare touch what’s mine,” he craned his neck to follow your gaze, until his dark irises met yours. “You’ve seen it, haven’t you?”
You nodded, flashes of gore and spattered red rushed through your mind and your heart warmed at the memory of his dedication, but you weren’t convinced. “Then why—”
Wooyoung interrupted, “but, my darling, since when have you known me to turn down any of your requests?” Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pressed your foreheads together. “While our precious Sannie might want to keep you all for himself, I certainly wouldn’t mind watching you use another man to satisfy a craving,” he moved to brush his lips against the shell of your ear, “especially if he’s as hot as you described.”
You heard San’s ringtone go off, followed by a short exchange of words before his voice echoed through the suite, “jagi, Youngie’s on his way.”
San’s socked feet padded over the carpet when you didn’t reply, stopping at the bathroom doorway to admire your form, leaning over the sink while blinking into your mascara wand. He leaned against the doorframe, watching you move back to examine the drying coat of black for a second before using the tip of the wand to brush over the outer corners of your lashes.
You dropped the tube into your makeup bag and zipped it shut. Meeting San’s gaze through the mirror, you smiled—almost shyly—while smoothing down your dress, its hem resting just below your behind.
“Who are you all dressed up for?” San teased, eyes flitting down to the burgundy colouring your lips.
You turned to face him, smile still stretching your lips as you leaned back against the counter behind you. “Woo said he had a surprise for me before your match tonight.”
He raised an eyebrow, taking a few steps closer, “a surprise? He didn’t mention anything to me.”
You simply shrugged, hoping he’d let it go before the excitement in your eyes betrayed you.
“Ah, I forgot to wash this for you last night,” you shifted the subject, hooking a finger under the hem of San’s singlet, the drops of dried blood staining the collar a memoir of his victory a couple nights ago.
The suspicion in San’s gaze faded, replaced with fondness. His hands reached for yours, balling them in his palms and bringing them to his lips. He pressed a kiss on each of your knuckles, “my perfect girl.”
You frowned; eyes fixed on the flaking blood smirching the white.
San breathed out a laugh, craning his neck to meet your eyes. “I’m serious, my love. It’s okay. It’s gonna get dirty again anyway.”
Seemingly unconvinced, San took your chin between his thumb and pointer and tilted your head upwards. He muttered a breathy “jagi” before his lips crashed over yours—desperate, hungry, wanting. Hands roamed up and down your sides, squeezing at your waist and ass and pulling you impossibly closer to his body. You felt dizzy, arms wrapped around San’s waist and palms splayed over the toned muscle of his back. His breath was hot as it blew over your skin, tongue moving with yours and spit melting the burgundy off your lips.
San’s ringtone sounded in the other room just as strong arms lifted you onto the counter, a disgruntled groan vibrating over your lips before he pulled away to answer, planting a quick peck on your mouth before scurrying out the bathroom.
Giggling to yourself, you slid off the marble to fix the makeup San kissed off you, wiping the product that bled past your lip-line before sliding the applicator over the slightly stained skin.
San showed up at the door once again, hopping on one foot while squeezing the other into his sneakers. “C’mon baby, Youngie’s waiting for us down the street.”
Your eyebrows furrowed as you packed your makeup. “Why not pick us up from here?”
“Fuck if I know,” San sighed, swinging his backpack over his shoulder and grabbing his keycard.
The elevator ride was tense, the other passengers averting their gaze upon noticing San’s unabashed groping, a blank expression on both your faces while his hand disappeared under the back of your dress. You elbowed him when the landing doors opened at ground level, finally letting out an airy laugh as the other guests scurried out with hung heads, a cocky smirk forming on San’s lips.
‘Down the street’ was a much longer walk than originally anticipated, San’s grumbling indictive of his irritation, and yet his hold on your hand remained gentle, fingers tangled with yours and squeezing softly with every few steps he took.
After what felt like hours, you took a sharp left into a dark alleyway—tall buildings on either side blocking the sunlight—vivid graffiti overlapping on the damp walls, mould forming where they met the cracked pavement. The familiar white van appeared as you turned the corner, newly painted to refresh the previously peeling lettering, though the various dents in the metal remained.
Wooyoung stood leaning back against the van with a lit cigarette hanging off his bottom lip. The lit edge burned bright orange as he sucked in a breath, pushing off the cold metal to face the two of you.
“Why’d you fucking make us walk so far?” San spat, swinging his arms outwards for emphasis.
Lidded eyes met yours from a few feet away, and you attempted to maintain the faux irritation furrowing your eyebrows.
“Relax, I didn’t want anyone seeing our special guest,” he smirked, taking another drag of his cigarette. “Even if he came here voluntarily."
San looked as heated as he was confused, “the fuck are you talking about?”
Sensing another series of string of curses coming his way, Wooyoung put his hand up to stop him. “Calm down, kitten. Here, see for yourself.”
He exhaled a final cloud of smoke, dropping the expended tobacco onto the pavement and crushing it with the toe of his boot. He stepped towards the van again, pulling the back handles until the double doors swung open. Faded pink hair peeked at you from the back corner of the small space, longer and less vibrant than you remembered, though his defined features were just as captivating; though, you’d argue the full lips looked far more alluring spread apart by the rag Wooyoung had gagged him with.
Your gaze lowered, checking him out while he sat there, staring back with his wrists tied behind his back. You wondered whether Wooyoung had surprised him while getting ready, eying the top three undone buttons of his white shirt, and those missing from his open vest.
A snicker sounded behind you, “sorry, darling, I couldn’t help but inspect the goods while waiting.”
Your shared laughter snapped San out of his trance, turning to face Wooyoung. “Isn’t this the security guard from the last museum? Wooyoung, what the fuck is this?”
Wooyoung’s calm demeanour only seemed to irritate San further, as did the dry chuckle he gave towards his alarm. “Seems like distracting the dog wasn’t enough for our pretty (y/n), she wanted to take him on a walk.”
San’s eyes widened, his head snapping to your direction only to find the space you’d occupied beside him empty.
Your knees dug into the mattress laid on the floor of the van, the used, stained fabric holding the round indent you’d left behind for a few seconds before returning to its original shape. Crawling towards your target, you realised just how much the pink had faded since you last saw him, roots retouched but his grown-out locks closer to being blonde now. He didn’t seem afraid or confused—and you’d thought Wooyoung was only trying to enrage San by hinting Mingi wanted this encounter to occur. The doe eyes that checked you out in the museum were instead replaced by a sharp gaze drowned in an unknown emotion, something sultry, dangerous. But despite the thoughts churning in Mingi’s mind, the fact remained that he was helpless in his current predicament, tied up and unable to touch the woman he so desperately wanted, the threatening presence of her two partners lingering only a few feet away.
Wooyoung watched you closely, both his and San’s eyes shifting to the exposed, pretty black lace of your panties as you crawled towards the bound man. He could sense San’s jealousy simmering beside him, his eyebrows in a deep furrow and fists clenched at his side.
“Want me to untie him?” Wooyoung poked his tongue out between his teeth as a failed attempt to hide his growing grin, awaiting San’s beratement.
Though, your voice stopped the unkind words at the tip of his tongue.
“Uh-uh,” you turned down his offer, settling on your knees, “no need.”
Turning to face the two men still outside the van, you extended a hand towards San, smiling as the crease between his eyebrows softened and he scurried towards you. Grabbing your reaching hand, he led the open palm up to his mouth and pressed five kisses onto the soft skin, inhaling deeply with each one. You smiled, waiting until he’s had his fill before leading him closer. San’s arms wrapped around your waist, his body attaching to yours like it was second nature: front flush with your back, his face buried into the side of your neck until he could smell nothing but your scent, and a faint hint of your shampoo.
You felt the van dip slightly as Wooyoung climbed into the driver’s seat, the engine sputtering before coming alive. You craned your neck to the side to meet San’s eyes, smile dripping with mischief as you spoke, “just want him to watch for now.”
—
San almost couldn’t keep up, his knees digging into the mattress to keep himself steady, arms around your waist keeping you both upright as you threw yourself onto him, lips hungry and desperate as though you’d been craving his taste for days. Teeth clashed against each other, content hums and breathy moans vibrating in the air between you, your hands squeezing at the exposed muscle of his biceps, moving over his chest and down his abdomen.
Moving a few inches back, you dragged the white tank over San’s head and threw it to the side. “C’mon, Sannie,” you pressed a kiss to his lips, hooking your fingers into his waist belt to tug him closer, “don’t you wanna show our guest how good you can be for me?”
Fingers tangled in the hair at your nape, pulling roughly until your neck craned backwards. San’s voice had a rasp to it, dripping with lust he desperately tried to conceal, “don’t push it.”
The corner of your mouth curled, “that’s not being good,” a choked scoff blowing against San’s face, “maybe Mingi here can do better?”
You twisted your head sideways despite the resistance, meeting Mingi’s wide eyes for merely a second before your gaze was forced forwards once again.
“(Y/n),” his tone dripped with warning.
You swiped a finger over San’s bottom lip, protruding yours slightly to egg him on further. “Sannie,” you purred, smiling at the faint flutter of his lashes upon hearing the pleasant sound. “C’mon, baby, show Mingi how good you make me feel.”
Your eyes locked on Wooyoung’s through the rearview mirror while San manhandled you onto his lap, perhaps a little too calm as his gaze travelled over your bare skin and the thin sheet of sweat reflecting the sunlight peeking through the windshield. Your dress tossed somewhere behind you, back stuck to San’s chest and your legs hooked over his thighs, you could feel a flush creeping up your chest upon noticing your position—sat in San’s lap, spread open and bare while Mingi’s eyes roamed over the expanse of smooth skin.
Two fingers circled your clit, and you sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden touch, exhaling a content sigh when he didn’t waste time sliding them past your pulsing hole. San leaned closer, nuzzling his nose into the junction of your neck as he pumped his fingers slowly.
Sensing the unusual warmth of your skin, a smile stretched his lips. “Oh darling, isn’t it a bit too late to be feeling shy?”
“Shut up,” you moaned, tilting your head to the side to make room for San’s peppered kisses.
Your cunt squelched with every thrust, and you kept your eyes trained on Mingi while it spat slick around San’s fingers. He curled them into your sweet spot, soft ‘ah’s leaving your parted lips as pleasure soared through your body, eyes lidded and head lolling to the side, San’s fingers fucking you open and simultaneously dragging you towards the edge of your release.
“San, Sannie, right there, baby—hnngh, yeah,” his name dripping like honey off your lips.
You grabbed onto his wrist, tight yet not restraining his ministrations, your back arching off his abdomen when his free hand slapped your clit.
“So close already?” San teased into your ear, though his eyes were sharp and contemptuous upon meeting Mingi’s over your shoulder. “I see the audience has got you all worked up.”
His palm landed onto your clit again, and again, content watching your hips jump then fall back onto his lap with each slap.
“Sannie, please,” you panted, hips rolling towards his hands as he played with your cunt, nearly crying out when he pinched your clit between his thumb and pointer, vision blurring when you finally came.
San’s fingers continued pressing your g-spot, languidly to extend your orgasm, his other hand cupping your inner thigh and taking in the tremors shaking your form. His lips found their way back to your neck—blossoming bruises of red and blue scattered over the delicate skin—while his eyes remained on Mingi, as though an unspoken challenge was being communicated between the two men.
Slipping his fingers out from between your clenching walls, San readjusted your position on his lap, moving you sideways so your legs dangled off one of his thighs, an arm around your back holding you upright with your head resting on his shoulder. Mingi watched silently as San leaned down to press a delicate kiss to your lips, checking up on you through whispered questions while massaging the tired muscles of your thighs. It was like he was non-existent, merely a prop in the small bubble enveloping the two of you.
It wasn’t until your tired eyes met his that the bubble popped, and Mingi snapped out of his thoughts. You sat up, your gaze suddenly alert and glimmering with hints of mischief, beginning to crawl towards the man merely a few feet away after San had begrudgingly let you go.
With just a few inches separating your faces, you pulled the wet rag between his lips down to hang around his neck, “did you enjoy that?”
Mingi began nodding before you could finish the question, “yes,” he cleared his throat, the rasp in his voice sending a wave of heat down to your core, and San could see your pussy clench from where he was sat behind you.
“Mm,” you hummed, “I could tell.”
You smiled, tilting your head down to drag your attention to Mingi’s crotch, his cock hard and straining against the constraints of his dress pants. You brushed your fingertips over his zipper, smiling wider at the displeased groan sounding behind you, looking back up at Mingi when a chocked moan left his full lips, a thick gulp following it.
He rested his head against the back of the driver’s seat, taking you in wordlessly through hooded eyes, watching as you reached between your legs to swipe your fingers through your sopping cunt only to bring them back to hover in front of Mingi’s face.
“Be a good boy,” you whispered, and pushed your fingers past his plush lips.
Mingi didn’t need to be told twice, taking them like a starved man and moaning unabashedly as your slick met his tastebuds, rolling his tongue around the digits and sucking them deeper into his mouth. You felt yourself getting wetter, squeezing your thighs together while running your fingers down Mingi’s tongue until he gagged. His whine when you slid them out nearly made you cum, his head moving to chase your retreating fingers, your lingering taste alone driving him halfway to madness.
So, you brought them back, this time hovering around and over his lips despite his attempts to take them inside his mouth. Brushing your thumb through the spit soaking his lips, you shoved it past them to hook behind his bottom teeth, tugging his head forward and removing your hand just before your lips crashed. It was sloppy, way too much teeth and saliva and tongue, and yet your pussy ached, skin buzzing and your need growing the longer your mouth moved against Mingi’s. Lust guided you, your fingers squeezing around Mingi’s cock through his pants while your tongue ran across his teeth, the raspy moans reverberating against your skin fanning the fire burning within your core.
Warmth spread against your back, San’s body covering yours and his hand closing around your chin to pull you off Mingi, pausing to take in the gloss covering both your lips before his irritation grew once again, “don’t slobber on another man’s face when I’m the one fucking you.”
You visibly shuddered at his words, arching back against his torso and leaning forward to catch his lips, barely brushing against then when Mingi’s voice startled you away,
“You’re cruel, miss,” he mumbled, as though talking to himself, yet his eyes fixed on your flushed face. Noting your confusion—and San’s glare—he continued, “I called that number so many times,” he breathed deeply between each of the last three words, his voice dropping at octave as he mumbled the rest of his sentence “’kept wondering whether you tasted as sweet as you smelled.”
San felt the shiver shaking your body, and your pussy getting wetter against his cock where it lay slotted between your legs. He was so occupied with this sultry exchange he didn’t notice the engine’s silence until the doors behind him swung open. A quick peak over his shoulder calmed his reflexes, arms relaxing around your waist as Wooyoung crawled towards him.
Just as he turned his attention back to the pink-haired man admiring you with heart eyes and a tongue heavy with honey-laced words, the string of curses nearly leaving San’s mouth got interrupted,
“Oh come on, Sannie, loosen up a little,” Wooyoung ribbed, dragging his fingertips up San’s spine. “Our friend Mingi here was so excited when he heard (y/n) wanted to see him.”
“Youngie, stay out of this,” San growled, feline eyes narrowing in warning.
Scoffing, Wooyoung left San’s side with a gentle squeeze to his shoulder and a whispered “suit yourself,” moving towards your guest. You both sat back and watched as Wooyoung grabbed Mingi’s defined jaw and smashed their lips together. It was almost like watching your prior kiss from a new perspective—Wooyoung was clearly leading, sucking the plush of Mingi’s lips into his own, digging his tongue into his mouth to seek out more of him, and sneaking his hand lower to palm over his cock. His touch was rough, rendering Mingi unable to do anything but groan against Wooyoung’s mouth, the gravelly sound travelling right to your core.
“More,” he recited, tugging against the restraints at the small of his back while simultaneously fucking up into Wooyoung’s palm. All the while, Wooyoung’s kisses remained relentless, teeth digging into Mingi’s bottom lip and tongue roaming within his mouth, wanting nothing but to manhandle the taller man and take him however he wanted. He held back, though, your excitement in the back of his mind while he enjoyed what he could have.
San was starstruck, his irritation with Mingi long since fizzled away, wholly incapable of moving his eyes off the scene before him, so turned on he imagined a fire would burn less than the heat spreading under his skin.
He hissed as your fingers wrapped around his length, bringing him back to the present and aligning him with your entrance, a nonvocal appeal in the lookback you’d given him. So he slid inside you with a muttered curse, throwing his head back as your heat engulfed him, pleasure soaring through his body at the tight squeeze of his throbbing cock between your walls.
You felt so full, satiated with San finally inside you. Lowering yourself onto your elbows, you allowed your head to hang limp while San thrusted experimentally, jolting you forward with an airy ‘ah’ leaving your lips.
Wooyoung finally parted from Mingi’s now-swollen mouth, glancing behind him at the sound and missing how the other man had leaned in for more. Pretending as though he hadn’t shaken Mingi’s world and possibly given him a sexuality crisis, Wooyoung moved his attention to you and San. He watched shamelessly as San’s hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing and pulling until you sat upright on your knees, tits jumping and lips parting as ecstasy blurred your vision. He was so deep, so heavy where he sat within you, sheathing his full length inside your cunt before pulling out once again.
Following the minute shifts in your expression—brows furrowing then relaxing, lips parted and spit pooling at the reddened corners, your lashes fluttering each time San drove his cock into you—Wooyoung couldn’t stand still any longer. His lips were on yours before you could even register him moving, fingers tangling with the hair at the back of your head to push your faces impossibly closer. He inhaled deeply where his nose dug into your cheek, pulling away slightly only to press wet kisses onto your mouth, allowing you to breathe while he continued satisfying his hunger.
Mingi gulped, also sat up on his knees now and staring directly at San. And as much as San attempted to look away, to focus on his partners making out in front of him, he couldn’t take his eyes off the other man’s lips—somehow fuller than ever, red and slightly chapped from Wooyoung’s relentless nips. Walking a step forward on his knees, Mingi now sat a few inches away from San’s face, and he took the opportunity to lean even closer, frowning when San flinched backwards on instinct.
Noticing the exchange in his peripheral, Wooyoung untangled a hand from your hair to wrap around San’s head and push him forward, successfully ending his resistance when his lips touched Mingi’s.
San could taste you both on Mingi’s lips, nearly shying away them as the other man towered over him, acting as though he’d wanted to put San in this position ever since he’d gotten in this van. Spit-soaked teeth closed around his bottom lip, dragging it with them as Mingi pulled away, only to move back in for more.
You could feel San throbbing inside you, his thrusts sloppy and desperate, losing his rhythm while Mingi was on him. They sounded downright sinful, and one look over your shoulder clamped your pussy down around San, a throaty moan vibrating over Mingi’s lips.
Wooyoung left you with a tender kiss, sneaking around the tangled bodies to reach San’s posterior and bending forward to graze his lips against the shell of his ear, jolting him away from Mingi.
“Seems like our dear Sannie is finally enjoying himself,” he sneered, running his pointer over San’s pert hole and smiling wider at his startled gasp.
Drowning out the conversation behind you, your eyes fell on the tent in Mingi’s pants. You peeled San’s limp fingers from your throat and bent at your waist, placing your palms on his thick thighs to push him into a seated position. It didn’t take long to free his cock from its constraints, Mingi’s eyes wide and wanting, leaning his body back on his elbows, wrists violently tugging against the cloth around them until Wooyoung’s dark glare over San’s shoulder ceased his attempts.
You pumped his length once, taking in Mingi’s rough groan while in awe at the sheer amount of precum coating his reddened skin. You paused before taking him in your mouth, squeezing your fist around the tip and forcing Mingi’s eyes to roll back momentarily, though your head hung low and an elongated moan dragged off your tongue as San adjusted his angle, fucking up into your g-spot until splotches of white spread across your vision.
“Fuck, Sannie— So good,” you tilted your head back, lips parted as another moan slipped past them.
Mingi’s cock jumped in your hold, and you didn’t waste time lurching forward to suck the tip into your mouth. The tang overwhelming your tastebuds goaded you to take him further, flattening your tongue against the underside of his length and lowering yourself until his cockhead nudged your uvula.
“Fuuuck,” Mingi moaned on an exhale, his hips moving upwards in light thrusts to meet your mouth halfway, eyes fluttering shut each time he bottomed out within your tight channel.
You felt lightheaded, Mingi’s taste on your tongue and the deep baritone of his voice driving you to take him further inside. You could barely breathe, the backs of your thighs on fire, San’s slamming against your skin as he fucked into you like a crazed man, pushing you forward until Mingi’s cock bumped the back of your throat. Tears blurred your vision, gagging around his length before pulling off to rest your head over his quivering thigh, but San remained relentless, pumping his cock inside you until your moans went quiet, your mouth open helplessly while burning pleasure overtook your senses.
It took you a few seconds to regain your breath, and you were sucking Mingi’s cock back into your mouth before he could even check up on you. He fought against his restrains, wanting nothing but to tangle his ringed fingers through your hair, to guide your head over the length of his cock until your spit ran down the sides.
“You can do better,” Wooyoung’s voice startled San away from his thoughts, noticing his hand going limp around Wooyoung’s cock. “Look at our pretty girl taking the both of you so well,” he compared teasingly, curling his fingers inside San while he spoke.
“Youngie, ah—fuck, ‘want a turn?” San asked, ignoring the provocation in Wooyoung’s tone and squeezing around his leaking tip.
“Mm,” he hummed into his ear, leaning some of his weight on San’s side and planting a kiss over his shoulder, “fill ‘er up for me,” another kiss on the back of his neck, “I’ll have my fun with you later.”
The purposely harsh thrust Wooyoung gave prodded right at San’s prostate, his cock jumping inside you at the stimulation and his mind going hazy.
“Fuck me, ‘m gonna cum,” San panted, squeezing around the other man while he jerked him off before letting go, instead reaching back to grab his wrist to stop his fingers from driving him off the edge.
“Ah, Sannie, feels so good,” you mumbled while kissing over Mingi’s cockhead, digging the tip of your tongue into the slit to watch his eyes roll back.
You clamped down around San when Mingi spoke suddenly, “please, please, please, miss, oh god—I’m so close,” his head hung sideways to rest over his shoulder as he watched you swallow his cock through lidded eyes.
Your pussy squelched loudly around San, slick running down the inside of your thighs, and jealousy panged painfully within his chest as he watched you deepthroat the man sat in front of him. He let go of Wooyoung, bowing forward to wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull your body towards him, Mingi’s cock slipping out of your mouth with a whine and falling heavily against his lower belly.
“San, what—”
“Don’t you even think about coming in her mouth,” San interrupted to address Mingi, balancing on one hand with the other tucking you closely against his chest. “You haven’t earned that yet.”
Yet.
The word alone made precum drip down Mingi’s cock, his voice a higher pitch as he whined disgracefully, “please, ‘wanna cum so bad,” he thrust his hips in the air involuntarily.
San paused inside you, as though contemplating for a few seconds before his hips stuttered and regained their previous pace, your hand flying to wrap around San’s hand where it dug into the mattress. And just when you’d thought the pleasure had completely dumbed you out, San slowly withdrew the arm around you and waited until you settled onto your elbows, pressing his lips to your crown before shifting his attention back to Mingi.
Wordlessly, he reached towards him and wrapped his fingers around his cock, Mingi’s sharp hiss sounding in the stuffy van as San began getting him off.
“Go on then, cum.”
Despite the animosity in his tone, you could feel San grow thicker inside you, stretching your cunt out even further. Squeezing San’s free hand, you laid your top half on the mattress and waited until Mingi absentmindedly scooted closer, resting your head on his thigh to watch San’s fist pumping his girth. San’s pace slowed while he focused on the cock in his hand, and you couldn’t complain, Mingi’s rasp in your ear and his thighs shaking underneath you, thick ropes of cum spurting from his angry tip and splattering onto the side of your face.
San waited until he’d drained Mingi completely before letting him go, his eyebrows raising when your hand took his place, squeezing around his base to hear him hiss in sensitivity. But you kept going, lifting your head and squeezing his wet cock until he began spasming, the overstimulation stretching his vocal cords until he sounded thoroughly pathetic. He panted like a dog even after you’d let him go, and you couldn’t help but wonder how he’d act when pussydrunk—your hole dripping with his load, his airy begging echoing in your ear while you slid down on him yet again, fucking yourself full of his softening cock.
An abrupt change in position paused your forming fantasy, eyes fixing on the van’s roof before San slipped into your field of vision, dimpled cheeks and warm smile lighting a gentle fire in your chest.
“Where were we?” He whispered, your familiar bubble forming around you once again as he leaned down to kiss you.
His lips were soft, moving leisurely over yours as though you were a hallowed treasure, an invaluable jewel he’d set out to heist. His cupped your jaw, burning palm against your heated skin tilting your head so he could move impossibly closer, deepening the kiss until you feared he’d devour you. Reaching between your bodies, San aligned himself and pushed inside you once again, his groan and yours mingling in the negligible air between you.
He started off slow, letting out a shuddered moan as the tight heat of your pussy sucked him in, so deep he considered never pulling out. San fit inside you like he was born to fuck you dumb, his cockhead pressing your sweet spot every time he buried himself within your cunt, pushing more of your slick out and down past where he stretched you out.
San’s hips stuttered just as he’d built up his pace, the feeling of sneaky fingers prodding at his hole again dragging his attention off your face, his features contorting when Wooyoung easily slipped two fingers into his ass. A guttural moan left his lips, eyebrows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut as he got stretched open, his hands squeezing around your waist while he adjusted.
“Is it too much, Sannie?” Wooyoung provoked him, and you knew it was his own wicked way of getting back at San for leaving him out. You could tell by the violent throbbing between your walls that San was close, and Wooyoung loved playing with San when he was desperate to cum. “’You gonna cum before our girl?”
San snapped his head towards him, glaring despite his predicament—two fingers pumping inside him and your pussy squeezing around his cock. He was in no position to glower at anyone, and yet your small giggle set him off further. He turned his attention to you, moving back to meet Wooyoung’s fingers and forward to piston his cock into your sopping hole. You sensed your orgasm building back up, arching an extra inch off the stained mattress each time San drove into you, lowering himself even more to wrap his lips around your nipple, biting and sucking it raw before licking a strip up your cleavage to the dip between your collarbones.
“Need you to come, baby, let go for me,” he wrapped both arms around you, whining between desperate groans, the stimulation from both sides almost too much for him.
You nodded wildly, a repetition of his name falling off your lips like honey-laced poison; San’s heart nearly arrested.
He untangled one of arms from your quivering form to reach for your clit, frantically flicking and rubbing until you began spasming in his arms, the whites of your eyes showing before you’d squeezed your lids together, jerking away from San’s touch yet rolling your hips towards it. Fiery pleasure blinded your senses, oxytocin rushing through your veins while your orgasm crashed into you like a cyclone wave, twitching uncontrollably within San’s hold.
It didn’t take long for San to follow, deep, breathy ‘ah’s leaving him while your pussy clenched around his cock, barely able to move as you held onto him while you came. Behind him, Wooyoung remained mostly impassive, humping San’s hip while his fingers massaged his prostate, opting to hurriedly jerk himself off instead when San’s thighs began shaking.
San could feel his sanity slipping away, Wooyoung’s fingers milking him of all he had. His cum spurted out of him in hot ropes while he hysterically grinded into you, stuffing your womb full of his seed. His moans lowered an octave, dropping himself over you while still coming, a stream of liquid squeezing past his cock and down to seep into the mattress below you.
At the first uncomfortable whine from the overstimulated man, Wooyoung pulled his fingers out, fucking his slick-covered fist until white ribbons painted San’s back, a few drops landing over his pulsing hole. He could help but reach forward to run a rough thumb over it, pushing his cum inside until San reached back to swat him away with a curse.
Wooyoung took you in from where he towered over you— sweat covered your entire body, skin sticking to San’s as he laid on top of you, head resting on your shoulder; your tits were bitten and bruised from his rough mouth, a bitemark circling your nipple, and cum dripping out of your cunt which San’s softening cock still resided within. Moving his eyes back to your face, they softened at your relaxed features, hooded eyes peering back at him and a warm, grateful smile on your lips. His cock twitched in interest upon noticing Mingi’s drying cum splattered over your face, his tongue poking the side of his mouth, aching for a taste.
Wooyoung grabbed San’s discarded singlet to wipe off the slick wetting his fingers, figuring the man wouldn’t mind another fluid staining the fabric. It was only then that he noticed your guest’s presence, fucked-out with flushed skin and blown-out pupils slowly lifting off your stretched hole to meet Wooyoung’s. Mingi’s own cum coated his toned abdomen, the muscle shaking as he took a shuddering breath in.
Wooyoung’s lips curled with something dangerous, and Mingi nearly flinched. His words, however, lit a treacherous wildfire within him and spread to his core.
“Be good, Mangi,” the nickname coming naturally, “and who knows? Maybe you’ll get the chance to taste her someday.”
living in gray areas of your city, out of the way of gangs and mafia territories, could only keep you safe for so long. it was only a matter of time before you began running into problems, or rather, problems began running into you.
▷ genre, warnings. nc-17, strangers 2 lovers, slow burn, mafia au, angst?, swearing, action, depictions of illegal activities/violence/blood/weaponry, lots of mentions of alcohol, kissing at some point; chapters will have their own warnings as needed but no smut
▷ total wc. 118.3k // chapter wc. 4-6k on average
▷ status. COMPLETED (read it on ao3 here)
▷ associated tunes. deep dive (ateez). outlaw (ateez). chaconne (enhypen). selfish waltz (ateez). get it (keshi). aphordite (rini). kazino (bibi). we know (ateez). scene 1: value (ateez). no escape (nct dream). ♫
a/n: big thanks to @sorryimananti-romantic for supporting me thru this endeavor and reading thru the drafts! i appreciate u so much yumi, this fic literally wouldn't have seen the light of day without you 😭💖
The storm bird, koel, or petrel is thought to presage the coming of a bad storm, such that its appearance in a certain region should serve as a warning to its inhabitants of the horror and destruction to come.
GENDER AND WARNINGS. smut. the two of them are massive perverts. hard dom(?)! yunho. switch! reader. masturbation (fem). voyeurism. wet dream. light chocking. slapping (face, clit and breast - i didn't count them, sorry). dirty talk. name calling (slut, perv, good girl, pretty, handsome, brat, etc). mentions of deep throating. manhandling. sucking fingers (?). overstimulation. p in v. fingering. handjob + blowjob. i think that's all, if i forgot something lmk.
SYNOPSIS. yunho had you on his mind since the first time he met you. once you moved into his house out of the invite your best friend and his roommate, things took a turn to the worse. until one day he caught you, or did you catch him?
RATING. R (+18) - MDNI.
WORD COUNT. ~4,8k.
NOTES. english is not my first language. last fic of the year, let's gooooo! this is part of the pirateez collab of perverted ateez (i'm sorry for the delay!), here are the other ones if you'd like to read it: kim hongjoong | park seonghwa | jeong yunho | kang yeosang | choi san | song mingi | jung wooyoung | choi jongho . this was the first fic i wrote full since the last one i posted in july, i hope it is at least half as good as the others in this collab. bye ♡.
IMPORTANT. this is a work of fiction, it has zero intent on portraying how any of the people quoted here are in real life.
CREDS. dividers by cafekitsune ♡
You were a blessing and a curse.
At first, when Yeosang brought you to their group of friends, it was like the doors to heaven had been open. It wasn’t like he didn’t believe in angels, no, he did, but he never thought he’d see one in person, until you walked through the doors of the apartment that one fatidic day that Yeosang decided to call you and ask you to join.
The curse started when he found out you had a boyfriend, but again, nothing that was bad couldn’t get worse right? A small curse in disguise of a blessing. You had broken up, and you didn’t want to set foot in the apartment you shared with your ex, but Yeosang was quick to offer their apartment for the time being. It wasn’t like Yunho was opposed to it, on the contrary, they had a guest room that could easily be your home for the time being. The actual curse came when he started to find your clothes hanging on the apartment, your lace underwear drying in your room when you were out for University, the small moans and whimpers you’d make from time to time as you tried to open something or were frustrated with whatever.
But the real curse was when he took his headphones after a game with his friends and heard your muffled whines and moans he was so used to. There was no way you were doing what he thought you were, right? God he prayed you weren’t, because otherwise he wouldn’t be able to keep his thoughts away from the gutter. He took a deep breath as he tried to keep all the blood on his body to move south of his waist, but god it was hard as he kept hearing your moans and whines and now your freaking curses!
He shouldn’t do this. He shouldn’t carefully put his headset down. He shouldn’t carefully get up from the gaming chair. He shouldn’t carefully walk out of his room and open his door with the utmost care not to make a single sound as he walks towards your room. To the room where the whimpers were coming, whimpers that would hunt his dreams and were already straining his sweats. As he walked closer to your room, the sounds became clearer. All sounds.
Your door wasn’t open, but the breach that was between your door and the door frame was considerable enough to have him poke through. Enough to see your shaky legs, to see your hips jolting in the air as your dildo went in and out of you. The way your moans grew louder, were you… pleading? He could swear he heard you beg to let you cum, to beg for release as your other hand went down to play with your clit. The cries along with the sounds and the visual — even of half your body — were enough to make Yunho palm his crotch, holding back a moan but not the small whimper that left his lips at the friction.
“That’s it… yes,” you say after the whimper, you were still shaking, but your pace had increased, you were more vocal, were you not scared of him and Yeosang would listen? Of course not, Yeosang was out for the weekend and he was playing with his friends like he usually did… So did that mean you did that every single time on the same day and time? “Please, please, please, I’m so close, I’ve been good haven’t I?”
It was like you were talking to him, and god it took all his will power not to say something in return. It was like you knew he was there. It was like you were talking to him, but you couldn’t see him, could you? His hand made friction on his sweats as he held back a moan. At the sight of your shaky body, he knew you were close, close enough to probably not notice if he peaked through, right?
God he was a pervert.
How could he think that? How could he not think that?
The second his head peaked inside your room, his hand went down his pants. Shaky hands finding his hard leaking member, and this was all thanks to your whimpers, when he saw you, he could have come in sight if he didn’t have better control of himself. His hand quickly palmed himself through the sweat pants, he could feel the wet stain on his trousers, but you were a sight he wanted to drown into.
Your legs spread open, the dildo coming in and out of you as you were shaking in bed, your free hand on your clit as you tried your best to find release. Yunho’s hand quickly found its way inside his pants, as he bit his bottom lip keeping quiet, trying to mimic the movements he was seeing. In-Out, In-Out, faster, slower, In-Out… It was like you were doing it on purpose, edging yourself while edging him. Your moans grew louder along with your movements getting faster. Your legs closed momentarily and it took all in Yunho not to go there and spread them open, pushing your dildo out of the way and burying his fat leaking cock in your spent pussy.
As you shook uncontrollably, and quickly let out a loud cuss mixed with a moan, he knew you came, and he didn’t. He tried to finish, and the sight of you pulling out the dildo from inside you, your legs spread and you all exposed to him pushed him over the edge.
He let out a muffled moan.
When he saw you halting your movements, he quickly went to the hall, covering his own mouth as his hands moved faster along his shaft, if he closed his eyes he could see you once more, all spent and slightly fucked out in your bed. As he finally came, the wet patch grew considerably, his face growing hot as he heard movements in your room, making him rush towards his bedroom hoping you wouldn’t catch him.
As the door closed, he rested his back against it. His hand was sticky, his heart racing, his pants a considerable problem, but his mind…his mind was stuck in the image of you in your bed. If he was fucked before, he was even more now. The mere thought of what just happened made his cock twitch on his trousers. If he closed his eyes, he could see you laid bare on your bed, your pussy all wet and prepped for his cock to be buried deep in you, making you scream your lungs out his name, feeling your skin under his finger, having his finger buried in your pussy as he made out with your clit. He could feel your hands on his hair, pulling it away as you also moved because he was giving you too much pleasure.
He came once more.
He was definitely fucked.
He was avoiding you like the plague.
He knew it.
You knew it.
Yeosang knew it.
If you knew he had caught you, Yunho had no idea, but he did notice that you tried to talk to him, even if he tried his best to keep a distance between you two, or someone between you two. Trying his best to never be alone with you in any way possible. But you were a damn minx.
If he’d occasionally find your underwear in between the clothes, now it was outright in front of him. You didn’t even care to keep your door closed with your clothes drying in there. So technically you wouldn’t miss an underwear or two, right? Nor notice them suddenly appearing in your laundry day basket, definitely not. You wouldn’t even suspect since Yunho would clean them to the best of his abilities after he was done jerking off on them, or even while sniffing another one he got that still had your scent.
And of course, that wasn’t enough, you had to keep with your damn moans every single damn week. Making him change his gaming time, making him be the quietest little mouse going to get a treat of this mischievous little cat. He wasn’t in the wrong was he? You kept your door half-open, you kept your underwear scattered around, you kept your moans muffled but also loud, you kept changing positions in your room — bringing Yunho to the edge of insanity as he pictures these different positions and how his hands would explore your body —, you kept making a show, you kept begging, you kept giving him exactly what he wanted, except what he wanted the most.
You fucked out in his bed while he made sure you couldn’t walk for days, all marked from his hands and the hickeys he’d leave over your body, even if you weren’t his, you belonged to him, he’d mark you. He’d make sure everyone knew you were his, even if once, or twice, or as many times as he’d have you in his bed or on any possible surface.
“What’s up with you? It’s the second time you do laundry this week, you okay?” Yunho jumped slightly at your voice, trying to hide the stained pants from the night before when he saw you once more stuffing yourself with a useless dildo while he could— “Yunho? You okay?”
“Ah, ye-yeah, sorry, just a little… everywhere,” he said nervously, throwing a shirt over his laundry so you wouldn’t see the stained pants from the night before. “Also, Yeosang said he has this uni trip, are you going with him?”
“Oh, no, it’s for his own course,” you looked at Yunho confused, since Yeosang had mentioned during breakfast it was with his classmates and whatnot. “Yun, you sure you okay? You’ve been weird for quite a while now…”
Was he being that obvious? Could you see it was because of you?
“I’m fine just… a lot in my head, sorry…” He quickly averted eye contact with you, although your eyes kept observing him intently. “I should go back to my room I have—”
“What about your laundry?” You cut him off confused, pointing to the laundry basket in his arms.
“I’ll wash it later, there’s this shirt I wanna use later on for a party, if I wash it now I’ll probably use it and I’ll not wash only that shirt, Yeosang would kill me for wasting water like that…”
You couldn’t help but chuckle and nod. “I mean, true, but… You can always wash your clothes along with mine… I don’t mind it…”
Oh he knew how you didn’t mind, but he had to play a part. He couldn’t make it obvious he was spying on you almost every damn night, waiting for a tiny moan or a vibrating sound coming from your room, no, he definitely couldn’t. Yeosang would have his head and you’d probably call the cops on him for being a pervert.
“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,” as if heavens had heard him, one of his friends called him, allowing him to be away from you as he started to feel his hard on growing at each second he spent beside you. “Sorry, Mingi is calling me, I have to take it, you know how he is…”
“Take the Princess Minki phone call, the last thing I want is him saying I’m keeping his best friend from him and stealing him like I stole Yeosang or whatnot.”
Both laughed as Yunho gave you a small smile and nod, picking up the call from Mingi and heading back to his bedroom, closing the door and trying to focus on what Mingi was saying and not on how much he wished he could pin you back to a wall and fucked you.
You had him.
You had him wrapped around your freaking unreachable delicious cunt.
Your walls were pressing around his cock as he hammered into you, his hand around your neck, the other slapping your breast as he heard your whines and pleas, he finally had you wrapped around his fingers, after so long of you having him. You cunt was squeezing his cock so much that he knew he’d have to do his best to control himself, he couldn’t cum so easily, no… He needed to see your eyes on the back of your head, your back arched, your hardened nipples to the ceiling as your breasts moved each time his cock got buried inside your cunt.
“Yunho, argh— please, please, please let me cum, please, Yun!”
He smirked, slowing down his movements, seeing you whine loudly and move your hips, only to have you stop as his free hand dug into your hips. As his cock slowly and tortuously entered your core, he lowered himself, lips almost touching…
And he woke up.
Sweat all over his body and precum leaking from his cock inside his pants.
“Fucking hell…”
It wasn’t the first time and definitely wouldn’t be the last that he would wake up from a wet dream with you in it, when he finally took you and buried himself in you, but he always woke up. All the damn time. His trousers were quickly tossed in the laundry basket, at this point he should probably sleep naked, it would definitely save him from a headache that Yeosang was gonna bring when the water bill arrives.
He had fallen into a routine.
He’d avoid you to the best of his abilities throughout the day.
He’d take longer showers after breakfast and dinner because you were always there with your sweet smile, concerned eyes, sassy attitude, mischievous personality… God, he wished he had never allowed Yeosang to take you in. You were the biggest temptation, acting like that in front of everyone, while begging to be fucked with a dildo or your fingers deep in your cunt every damn week, and all for Yunho’s ears to hear.
You were driving him insane.
As he finished his shower, he quickly put on another pair of pants, hoping no wet dream would come about for the rest of the night, that is… until he heard you. Not only heard you pleading, no… You were calling him.
He was definitely going insane. You wouldn’t call his name in the middle of the name, and definitely not in between muffled moans… Was he still dreaming? Was his mind so perverted to that point? He slowly and quietly left his room heading to yours — once again — half-opened door. The closer he got the clearer the words became. You were pleading. You were moaning. You had a damn vibrator stuck in your cunt once more.
But you were moaning his name.
As he stood by your door, your fingers were deep in your cunt, the wet sound along with your moans and his name coming from your mouth quickly made a tent show up in his trousers. If you were quiet you would hear his gulping along with the increase in his heart rate. You were calling for him, while stuffing your fingers in your sweet cunt, all spread open just waiting for him. It was an invite, it was clear, or was he reading too much into it?
“Yun, Yun please, I need your cock, please,” his cock twitched in his pants as his eyes was focused on your fingers inside your pussy, already working to spread you open. It was the chuckle that woke him up, making him look at you, finding you already looking at him with a smirk and hooded eyes, not stopping your movements, your fingers spreading you open as your eyes trailed down the tent in his pants. “Took you long enough, thought I’d have to moan louder to make you come around this time… were you playing your games with headphones? But I guess calling your name did the trick,” your other hand went down to your clit, circle movements along with your fingers making you bite your lip bucking your hips a little, looking back at Yunho. “C’mon, don’t be shy, I love to hear you at my door, Yun…”
His eyes widened, not for the fact you knew he was spying on you everytime you masturbated, but because you sounded like you… liked it. His cock twitched once more in his pants, your legs spreading wider as you saw him standing there, chuckling at his slight shocked expression. Your fingers stopped circling your clit, while your fingers inside you spread your labia open as you observed him. He was drooling and you were loving every second, finally being able to see how much he wanted you, how much he’d destroy you if he had the chance, just like you wanted, just like you planned.
“Y-you knew?”
“Of course I knew, or do you really think I’d be that reckless and lazy to leave my underwear everywhere, or… where you’d be able to see it?” Your smirked made something in Yunho switch. You truly had him around your fingers, you played him like a freaking violin, and he was curious to see what else your devilish mind could think as he started to walk closer to you. “Also, thanks for giving back all the underwear you took, I was scared I’d need to buy a few more, at least I’d buy a few more of the ones you liked.”
A smirk appeared on his lips.
He was willing to play your little game, if it meant he’d finally get what he wanted: you.
“So… you knew I was always at your door, and… you kept acting as if you knew nothing? Did you get it off on that?”
“As much as you did… or are we not gonna talk about the amount of pairs of pants you went through the last couple of weeks?” Your smirk widened, his eyebrows shot up. Of course you would’ve noticed. “But I meant it, I don’t mind washing your clothes along with mine… We’ve been doing that for quite a while now, have we not?”
“And you’ve been enjoying this little game, have you not?”
“Can’t say I’m not… but it’s getting tired, and my wrist needs a little break, I wouldn’t mind a helping hand, if you are offering…”
You kept looking at him as he got closer to his bed, his precum already staining part of his pants, his eyes trailing your body as you spread your legs open again, moving closer to the edge of the bed on the side he was. A small scoff came out of Yunho’s mouth as he saw your hand trailing closer to his pants playing with the string, while looking at him with fake innocence.
“Do you have any idea how much you tortured me these last few weeks?”
“Are you saying you didn’t enjoy it nor planned on how to punish me for it?” Your hips moved a little as your knee moved to touch his hand, it was always one of your favorite features of him, that and the little vein that would pop out of his neck when you teased him too much. “Or should I beg on my knees with your cock in my mouth while I milk you dry?”
His eyes darkened as a smirk appeared on his lips, lowering himself enough to have his right hand cup your face before tightening its grip on your jaw. “The only thing milking me dry is you cunt while I breed you, my pretty little slut.”
As your teeth sank on your bottom lip, Yunho’s left hand traced down your leg from your knee to your inner thigh, making your breath hitch, a smug smile took form on his lips as he tilted his head observing your reaction as his fingers got closer to your core, the tips tracing around it, but never touching. The grip on your jaw forcing you to look at him as the pads of his fingers traced every area from your inner thighs to your lower belly, to your labia, but never where you wanted them. Your hand moved to touch his cock through his trouser, making him groan, slapping your clit, making you moan but keep massaging his cock, making the stain of the precum spread a little.
“How about you put your fingers inside me, while you fuck my mouth? Would you like that, handsome?”
“Oh, we are resolving to flattery now… I see… and you think choking on my cock while I spread your pussy will make up for all these past weeks I wanted nothing more than to bury myself in you?” His fingers finally touched your clit, torturously circling the bundle of nerve, pitching it whenever you moved your hips trying to get more friction. “Are you gonna behave like a brat or as a good slut?”
“Says the perv that was jerking off to watch me for the past few weeks,” Yunho’s hand left your jaw slapping your face, before taking the grip once more, but before you could say anything, two fingers entered your already sensitive core, making you gasp. “Fuck— finally, oh yes!”
“Oh you look so pretty like this, my pretty little slut… but are you gonna be my good girl and listen, or be a brat and get punished?” Before you could answer, two of his fingers entered your mouth stopping you from speaking, as your tongue quickly moved around it, making Yunho smirk as his fingers curled inside you. “Free my cock, play with it a little, get an idea of what it’s gonna be inside your mouth in a bit, yes pretty?”
You nodded, choking out a moan as Yunho’s fingers curled inside you once more. Your hands quickly moved to pull his pants down, freeing his massive cock, making your eyes widen but your mouth water even more wanting him inside your mouth. Your hand quickly spread the precum, your thumb gently moving it around as you watched his reaction, smiling as you made sure to suck his fingers while clenching your walls around his other fingers, whining as he added a third one, spreading you even wider.
“Gotta fit in your pretty little pussy, hm? Or you think you can take my cock without prepping? I think you can, since how much of a good slut you are…”
He took his fingers out of your mouth, his fingers back into holding your jaw. “I can, I can take it, I want your cock Yun, please, I—,” another harsh slap as you felt his fingers leave your cunt making you jolt. “I’ll be good, sorry, I’ll be your good girl and be patient.”
His smirk widened as his fingers traced the outline of your labia just the first phalanges entering your core, making you whine and move your hips a little, giving you another pinch on your clit, making you cry out a moan.
“Be a good girl and stop moving so much, yes?” You nodded. “Since you don’t want to use your words, better use that mouth for something better, hm?” He pushed your hand away from his cock already smeared with the precum you carefully spread, his tip touching your lips as you quickly widened your mouth to fit him inside. “Fuck, even your mouth is perfect.”
Although all you wanted was to move your free hand down to your clit, you knew Yunho would probably punish you, not that you cared, but you wanted him, you wanted him inside. The more you teased and pushed his boundaries, the more he’d keep you away from cumming on his cock. Intead, your hand moved to your breasts, pinching your nipples as your head was too busy focusing on taking Yunho’s length, your hand helping you in the process, stopping a few times as you felt his fingers curling inside of you, or changing its movements rapidly. He was torturing you like you tortured him, and you were enjoying every second of it.
Saliva is already dripping from the corners of your mouth, your throat already hurting a little from the few times Yunho deep throated you. Your pussy was already read and super sensitive from the over stimulation of his fingers and the slaps he gave you when you misbehaved. You felt Yunho’s cock twitch more and more, you knew he was close, so you pushed him to the edge, you wanted his cock inside you. Your dildos weren’t enough, your fingers weren’t enough, his fingers weren’t enough, you needed his cock. You needed his cock buried inside you as you cried his name.
“Yunho please,” you begged once more as he took his cock away from your mouth, as his hand moved along his shaft. “I need your cock, I need your cock buried inside me, I want you to fuck me so much I can’t walk, I want you now, Yunho please, I’ll do whatever you want, just—”
He cut you off quickly manhandling you, making you stay on the edge of the bed as he spread your legs open, looking at your spent cunt all prepped and ready for him. His tip went over it, entering just a little to drive you crazy, but there wasn’t much you could do as he kept your legs apart and on the edge of the bed. Your hands going to your breasts, pinching your nipples as you watched Yunho’s cock disappear inside your cunt, little by little he drove you crazy. Didn’t matter if you pleaded, if you called his name, he was gonna take you in his way, and you were gonna let him and love it.
“Now breath for me, pretty,” he said calmly taking the half of his cock that was inside out, making you cry a moan once more, a smug grin appeared on his lips, as he shoved his cock fully inside you, making you gasp and scream, “I thought you said you could take me, and I prepped you well enough for my cock, yeah?”
He quickly pulled all his cock out, before you could even react if was fully inside again, and he repeated that a few more times before his hand that was previous on his shaft, move to your clit making circling movements as he kept burying himself deep into you and pulling all out. Your hand moved lower, holding his forearm, nails dug into his flesh and he knew he was pushing you too much and he himself was on the edge. His hand left your clit to meet your face, cupping it and caressing softly, his thumb going over your lower lip as his movements became gentle.
“I won’t break, you can be sweet the next time, I want you to break me,” your words made his eyes darken, as you smirked a little. “I want to see the real Yunho behind the Golden Retriever boy you show around, so fuck me senseless Yunho, please, I need it.”
“Your wish is my command, pretty.”
He didn’t move away from you.
His hand never left your face.
His other hand kept holding one of your legs open.
But his cock was hitting you on all the possible spots, making you cry and moan each time he hit the spot, at each angle it changed making you feel him differently whenever he impaled you.
“Look at me, I want you to look at me and say my name as I feel you squeezing me with that sweet little cunt of yours, yes?” You nodded, doing exactly as Yunho said. His movements became more erratic as you were holding back from closing your eyes. Your nails digging into the flesh of his arm and back. “Cum for me pretty, be a good girl and cum all over my cock.”
“Yunho, please don’t— oh fuck!” Your high quickly found you as he kept pouncing into you searching for his own release, that it came as soon as you clenched a few more times around him while saying his name like a silent prayer. As his head lowered to find the crook of your neck, your body relaxed feeling happy with the weight of Yunho’s body on top of yours, like a warm soothing blanket. “Are you still angry at me?”
The vibration of his chest along with the breathing of his chuckle against your neck gave you goosebumps, but you chuckle softly as well, seeing Yunho lift his head to look at you. “Oh, I definitely am, but I promise I’ll be nicer the next few times… I just had this annoying brat pushing me over the edge for weeks and making me dream of her sweet cunt wrapped around my cock.”
“Oh, she seems the worst!”
“She can be, but I’m sure I can put her in her place, in more ways than one.”
ღ warnings: arranged marriage, reader speaks of fear of being unable to have children, loss of virginity, soft dom! mingi, soft sex, fingering, rough sex, stress relief sex, unprotected sex, creampie
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ღ summary: Forced into a political marriage with the feared Emperor Mingi, you meet meet his cold authority with equal fire. What begins as a battle of wills slowly transforms into a guarded, magnetic connection, tested by the dangers and intrigues of the imperial court.
ღ author's note: ty to @daemour for beta reading and the fic title!!!
You stared at the scroll placed in front of you. Anger boiling under your skin as you read the summons. You threw it to the ground before running off to find your father. Your maids watched, stepping back as you yelled out.
“Young lady.” Your father’s voice was firm and harsh.
“Don’t you dare.” You scowled.
“This was something political. Nothing more.” He shrugged you off, getting ready to walk to his study.
“You’re marrying me off father. Like I’m not a human! You’re marrying me to that…” You seemed lost for words. Nothing adding up to the disgust you had when it came to the new Emperor Song. He was vile and cold and less than human.
“You leave tomorrow. Pack your bags or I will.” Your father commanded as your breath hitched.
You had been nothing but an obedient daughter and now it felt like it wasn’t worth anything for you to be one. He wasn’t kidding either, you held off on touching your stuff but when you woke up in the morning things were packed.
Bag placed in the center of the room as you exhaled. You couldn’t move, even when your maids came in to help you get dressed. Putting you in the finest hanbok you owned.
“I don’t want this one.” You looked at them, walking over to the black one you had. One of your maids eyes widened.
“But.. Miss Y/N. That color is only allowed to be worn by Emperor Song himself. Nobody in the palace is even allowed to own that color.” She sounded panicked.
You nodded, still ridding of the soft pink one you had been dressed in. Replacing it with the onyx silk. You bowed towards your maids and grabbed your bag, walking out to the courtyard.
“Please be careful.” One of the many servants ran up to you. Trying not to scare you but they couldn’t help it as they listed off the fears they had for you. Execution, concubines mysteriously disappearing and absolutely no kindness from Mingi himself.
You swallowed as they listed them off. Before you could show your fear, you bowed and walked out to the caravan that had been waiting for you.
It was hard to keep yourself together. The idea of being thrown into this new world as a wife of a man you’ve never met yet despised. Being used as a pawn in some game bigger than you. It felt hard to stay composed.
The sudden halting made you look up, eyes full of sadness as you stared at the bleak palace walls. A servant quickly running over to take you inside.
It felt cold and eerie as everyone greeted you, eyes never leaving your body. You tried to shrug it off as you began looking around the interior. It was big and beautiful, in an intimidating way. Like how you imagined Mingi himself.
“Right this way miss.” One of his servants directed you to your room.
“Very bold to wear the one color he has banned.” One of the passing concubines said to you as you walked by. Leaving a feeling of doubt coursing through your veins.
“Here’s your quarters. Someone will fetch you once it’s time.” The servant bowed before sliding the door closed.
You couldn’t sit there for long. Changing only into another black hanbok with streaks of red. It felt like a piece of your mother was still with you. Begging you to try and stick to tradition.
Sneaking out into the hall way. Columns of black stone standing like silent guards. The space only illuminated by oil lamps that casted long streaks of orange hues.
Everything about the place was intended to intimidate. The high ceilings, sharpened silence and the scent of power that was sealed into the marble for centuries.
You stood in the center of it all, hands clasped tightly in front of you as breath was tight in your ribs. Mingi was late to your first meeting. You didn’t sit, didn’t shift.
You didn’t even flinch when the heavy doors were thrown open. The unhurried, unapologetic heavy footsteps that followed only made your heart race as you tried to stay calm.
He stood in front of you now. Taller than in the painted scrolls you had seen in your father’s study. Robes of deep crimson brushed the floor like fire behind him. The gold ornate crown that weighed heavy on his head as his black, thick locks peeked out underneath.
His eyes were the kind that didn’t just look at you. They searched, picked and sliced you open. He didn’t bow, didn’t welcome. Just stood before you. A deep, dark gaze.
You met his look. If he was unhappy about this marriage then you had every right to feel that way too.
“You came all this way to bow at my feet.” His voice was smooth and twisted with disdain. “At least make yourself worth my time.”
The silence that followed was deafening. You still didn’t drop your eyes from his piercing gaze. “I came because your council threatened war.” Your voice calm. “Don’t confuse duty with devotion,” You faked a smile as you looked at him. “Your majesty,”
A flicker of surprise, just a flash so quick that if you had blinked you would’ve missed it, appeared on his face. Then it twisted into something close to amusement. His tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth for a moment.
“Fiery.” He murmured. “I wonder how long that will last.”
You titled your chin up more, as if you were challenging him. “I wonder the same about your crown.”
Your words hung above you. Heavy and dangerous, and for the first time since he had walked in, a smile was on his face. It was wicked. “Perhaps this union won’t be so dull after all.”
He stepped forward once. His presence overwhelming, but you still didn’t back up. In fact you stood taller. “You’ll dine with me tonight.” He said, more as a command than invitation.
“Of course,” you replied. “I wouldn’t want to keep Your Majesty waiting.” You forced a bow.
His jaw ticked at your actions. He said nothing more, just turned on his heels and walked away like you hadn’t just stood your ground in front of the rising empire.
The grand hall was quiet as you waited for him that evening. Servants moving like shadows, silent and efficient as they laid out silverware. Filling crystal goblets with dark red wine. The long table in the center of the room was slowly being set. You watched as they filled the surface that could fit twenty but only had two chairs out.
You moved closer to the table quietly. Not even realizing that Mingi had already taken his seat at the head. He didn’t rise as you got close to your chair, just looked at you with that unreadable gaze.
“I see you took the invitation seriously.” He said, slowly sipping from the glass the servants had just filled.
“You left no room to refuse.” You spoke as you lowered yourself to the chair for you. The stretch of the table felt like a battlefield, Mingi’s territory and not yours.
“Most consider it a privilege to dine with an Emperor.” He raised an eyebrow at you.
“Most haven’t been traded as if they were livestock to have the opportunity.” You snapped back at him.
He didn’t know how to respond for a moment as silence loomed over you.
A low, dry chuckle left his lips. “You’re clever. Arrogant but clever. I’ll give you that.”
Your eyes narrowed at his words. “Is that not what you want from an Empress? Or do you want someone quiet and pretty to use as decoration while you get bored?”
He leaned forward into your words. “Is that what you think of me?” He folded his hands in front of him.
“I think you’ve never been told no.” You matched his steady gaze.
He smirked, just enough that it didn’t reach his eyes. “And you’ve never been taught to bite your tongue.”
“If you wanted obedience.” You took a deep breath. “You should have married yourself.”
That got to him. A flicker in his eyes, a sharp breath through his nose. His jaw tightening for a fraction of a second before taking another sip of his wine.
The tension started to dissipate as dishes were placed in front of you. Decadent and artful. Neither of you touched them right away.
“You play a dangerous game. Empress.” His voice was low and slow, only adding emphasis to your soon to be title. “This court of full of wolves and will swallow you whole.”
“Then let them try.” You replied, picking up your own glass. “I bite back.”
He laughed deeply. It almost sounded genuine for a moment.
“So you do.” He adds before picking up his fork.
You sat in silence with him. Eating your meal quickly to not be next to him for much longer. Only quick clinks of silverware and glasses could be heard. Even though no words were spoken the tension continued to grow. Simmering like a challenge made. A fuse lit and ready to go off.
You stood up once you had finished. Not bowing or saying goodbye before walking off. Mingi let you, only watching you like a man that had finally met his match.
Your body was filled with a sudden sadness as you were awoken by the servants the next morning. Even though you had already been behind the palace walls for two nights it was the morning you gave up your freedom.
They dressed you in red. Not for love, not for tradition. Only with power. The power of Mingi’s request for his bride. Crimson silk draping off your shoulders, the sleeves embroidered with golden dragons and ruby eyes. The imperial seamstress didn’t speak a word as she fastened the royal blue belt.
You looked in the mirror. The regal and untouchable version stared back at you. You tried to keep your nerves down but couldn’t, hands trembling under the fabric as they got ready for you to walk out.
You walked the halls alone. The music hollow and slow, echoing through the halls felt like misery instead of the celebration. No family. No bridesmaids. Just guards and the weight of the future you were being promised to.
The throne room had transformed. Incense smoke coiled towards the ceilings, chandeliers blazing with flame, and nobles lining the walls like vultures in silk. They were tracking each step you made, assessing you with curiosity and pity. At the far end of the room stood Mingi.
Dressed in black and gold. He looked carved from stone, emotionless. Impossibly tall with the crown on his head. His eyes shifted to you once before looking away. Then back to you, but staring at you like you were just another offering being tossed to his feet. You stood beside him, head held high. Keeping the trembling in your chest.
The priest began, rambling about tradition, unity, fate and eternal rule. None of it was registering as your only focus was on keeping your body relaxed, not wanting anybody to see how you were shaking like a leaf blown in the wind.
“Join hands.” The priest instructed.
Mingi extended his hand lazily, like the gesture bored him. You placed your hand in his. Feeling his cool, calloused and strong palm on yours. You never interlaced your fingers with his and neither did he.
None of it was feeling real. Even when the priest gestured for you to sit on the cushion in front of you. Not even as you drank from the gourd passed between the two of you, it only clicked to you as you bowed for the third time. Realizing that you now had the title you never wanted.
Mechanical applause erupted from the scholars waiting on this moment. He stood next to you, hand centimeters away from your skin. He never kissed you, instead he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Play your role well, Empress. And maybe in time I’ll let you breathe.”
You turned to look up at him just slightly. “You first.” You whispered back.
The hall had emptied, but the echo of ceremonial drums beat loudly in your chest. Every step toward your new chambers felt like walking deeper into a labyrinth you weren’t ready for. Somewhere behind you, you swore you felt his gaze on you. Sharp, assessing, like the final thread tying you to the man you had just sworn yourself to. You told yourself you wouldn’t shiver but the air felt much colder now that this was your home.
The door shut behind you with a soft, final click. You exhaled, finally feeling like you had the chance to breathe as you looked around the room. Candlelight was still flickering in heavy sconces, casting long shadows against walls embroidered with the imperial dragons. A fire crackled in the hearth, low and contained.
You looked over to see Mingi sitting near the window. Cloaked in shadows and disdain. The ceremonial wear already replaced with his pajamas. The top slightly opened at the chest, a few strands of hair sticking to his forehead from the humid evening.
He gripped the wine glass in his hands as his eyes shifted over to you. “You’re late.” He murmured.
You stepped closer to him, footsteps silent across the polished floors. “You didn’t specify a time.” You responded casually.
He let out a scoff, placing down his wine glass on the windowsill with a muted thud. “Punctuality is expected of an Empress.”
“So is respect from an Emperor.” You said smoothly, stopped a few feet in front of him. “But it looks like both of us are redefining tradition tonight.”
His gaze dropped for just a second. Examining the black silk robe that clung to your figure. The delicate embroidery glinting in the firelight. His jaw ticked. “You wore black again.” He sounded unamused.
“Should I have worn white? Pretended that this was a hopeful new beginning?” Your voice was calm and even. Your fingers tightening around the knot at your waist. “Let’s not insult each other with illusions.”
A beat of silence. The air thickened as Mingi stood slowly. Like a storm gathering weight. He crossed the space between you with the grace of a predator - quiet, composed, terrifying. When he stopped, he was close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off of him. His scent was smoke and spice and something much darker underneath.
He looked down at you like you were a challenge and temptation. “You think I’m cruel.” His voice was low.
“You are.” You replied without hesitation. “But I think you’ve learned to use your cruelty the way I use my tongue - to protect the last of your pride.”
A sharp exhale left his nose. Close to a laugh. His hand rose, not to touch you. He reached over you, fingers brushing the edge of curtain behind your shoulders. But you felt it, the hesitation and temptation he was fighting.
“Careful,” you taunted. “You’re starting to look at me like a man, not an emperor.”
His eyes flicked to yours, dangerous and unreadable. “And you’re forgetting where you are.” He whispered.
“No.” You murmured. “I’m finally seeing who I’m here with.”
He stared at you for a long moment. As if he was trying to decide between silencing you or maybe even surrendering. Instead, he stepped back. The moment breaking instantly. He walked back to the other side of the room, taking his seat back. His shoulders tense underneath the silk.
“You’ll sleep in the east chambers.” His voice was clipped. “There will be nothing else tonight.”
You nodded once, walking over to reach for the handles of the door. You turned your head, not enough to looked at him. Your voice falling soft and sharp. “You don’t have to keep pushing me away, your majesty. I’m not here to conquer you.”
You paused, debating your final words before letting them out. “Not unless you beg.”
You left quickly, the door shutting softly behind you. Mingi sat there alone as his heart was hammering in his chest. You weren’t what he was expecting at all.
He assumed you would be polite, quiet and eager to plead for the sake of your survival but you were the opposite. Bold and unafraid to meet his eyes. You spoke in ways no one in this palace dared to. When you bowed towards him it was just to please those watching and not with the respect that should come with it.
It unsettled him. Not in a way that bred his anger but in a way that started to demand caution. He’s been in this palace where affection was a weapon and trust was a trap. People in these walls smiled with honey on their lips while slipping poison into your tea.
Every softness he had known turned sharp. Instead of indulging in the pull he felt towards you. The one he hated himself for feeling. He decided it was best to hold you at arms length.
Distance was safer. For you, for him. At least that’s what he was telling himself.
Even with those intentions he didn’t mean to turn to ignorance. His silence wasn’t neglect — it was study. Yet the more he tried to keep his distance the more your voice lingered in his ears, the more the image of your gaze on him burned into his chest, pressing into his memory.
The way you looked at him earlier in the day. He had tried to have a conversation with you. Nervously as he spoke about something meaningless. A thread he could hold onto and pull into familiarity. You only looked at him, lips curling in something shy of a smile. Only responding with a short and disinterested hum before turning away and walking towards your own chamber. It wasn’t cruel but it was enough to remind him that you didn’t owe him anything.
The chamber felt heavier without you in it. The air thick with the faint scent of you that was left behind. His crown weighed like iron, his robes ghosting the floors as he moved. He told himself he needed to focus, discipline, but his mind refused to obey.
Mingi sat down at his desk. Planning to draft the plans his council has been awaiting. Yet as soon as his pen started to move the words weren’t about war. They were about you and nothing else.
Day One:
She spoke with a visiting diplomat. Like she was born for this life. Her voice was fluid, poised, sharp. I only sat beside her, sharp and ready to take over the conversation. I wasn’t fully listening to her. My eyes were only on her lips. The way she smiled enough to charm but not enough for softness. The way her fingers tapped on her arm rest as the minister lied. She was composed, intelligent and unrattled.
I didn’t know if I wanted to kiss her or ruin her calm.
Day Three:
I caught her standing in the garden at dawn. Barefoot on the cold stone, her robe clinging to her frame like a mist from above. She was talking to one of the gardeners, kneeling beside a half grown vine and brushing off the frost with her fingers. I couldn’t speak to her again. I only watched from behind a pillar. My heart beat slow and uncertain. She smiled at the vine like it was a child. Something about it struck me as dangerous. Not because she was weak but I had seen that smile before, just not from her.
Day five:
We passed in the corridor. Her ladies trailed behind her in a flurry of whispers and silk. She didn’t bow or stop. She only glanced at me the way she always has. Eyes calm, mouth unreadable and chin held high. I caught myself turning just to keep looking at her. The hall was cold and I was already running late to my meeting. But the back of her neck was exposed from the weight of her hair. It somehow burned my eyes, all I could do was clench my jaw and keep walking.
Day seven:
The court is watching her now. The ministers, the concubines, the guards. They all are seeing what I see now. What I hate that I see. She’s been moving around the palace and the air has shifted around her. She’s been answering questions I haven’t even asked. She laughed in court today and the whole room froze. Like they have forgotten that laughter is allowed. Her gaze finally caught mine today as if she was finally seeing me admiring her. I couldn’t look away.
Day ten:
I stood in the doorway of her study tonight. She didn’t notice me. She was curled in her chair, barefoot, hair down and robes tied loosely around her. Reading something with her lips slightly parted. There was no crown in sight, no guards, no masks. Just her. I hated how badly I wanted to step inside. To ask her what she was reading, to see her read aloud. To hear her voice that has filled the silence since her arrival. I turned and left. I can’t speak to her yet.
He sighed as he finished his writing, getting ready to scrap it. He took a deep breath before finally summoning someone. He rarely did, especially after midnight. But he knew Yunho would arrive without hesitation.
His study was dim, lit only by the dull glow of oil lamps and a dying fire. Mingi stood by the window, one hand on the frame and the other holding a glass of untouched wine. He didn’t speak at first, as if he was trying to gather the words he wanted to say.
Yunho waited on him, like he always did. “You’ve served me for years.” Mingi finally spoke, voice low and worn thin. “Tell me something honestly.”
Yunho glanced towards him. “Of course, Your Majesty.”
“What do they say of her?” Mingi paused. “The empress.”
Mingi scoffed under his breath as he turned to face Yunho. “Because she has a brain?”
“Because she’s made you unpredictable.” Yunho’s voice was soft.
Mingi’s jaw clenched. He stepped away, pacing as he drank the wine in one slow gulp. “She speaks like a sword.” He muttered. “Cuts through everything. Walks through my halls like she has built them.”
“And that bothers you?” Yunho’s asked carefully.
“It should.” Mingi mumbled.
Yunho tilted his head. “But it doesn’t.”
Mingi’s silence was enough of an answer. Yunho sighed through his nose, calm as ever. “You’ve been watching her.” He said, a touch of amusement in his tone. “You’ve think we don’t notice but we have.”
The emperor before him didn’t respond, only curled his fingers at his sides. “Is she the kind you fall for?” Yunho questioned again.
Mingi looked up sharply, something flickering in his eyes. A pause before his voice came through, low and like a confession. “She’s the kind that ruins men.”
Yunho’s calm expression didn’t change. “Maybe it’s time someone has ruined you, Your Majesty.”
His final words followed him like smoke from a snuffed out flame. Curling into the corners of the room before the door even shut. Mingi stood still, unsure whether it was defiance or unease that was making his stomach turn.
The sun was barely over the mountain tops when Yunho entered Mingi’s private courtyard. A place that few dared to enter without a summons. But Yunho never waited for his invitation.
Mingi sat under the canopy of twisted cypress trees, a single scroll in hand and a few others tossed to his side. His robes were tied looser than usual, the collar of his tunic undone and his hair falling into his eyes.
“You’re early.” Mingi muttered without even looking up, eyes studying the parchment in front of him.
“And you’re brooding.” Yunho replied before settling down next to him.
Silence stretched between them. The birds chirped as a breeze stirred the edge of Mingi’s sleeves. Yunho watched him carefully, waiting for the silent Mingi to say a word.
“You haven’t spoken more than a few words to her after the wedding.” Yunho sighed at him.
“She hasn’t required words.” Mingi replied without looking at him. As if this conversation was boring him. “She knows her role.”
Yunho tilted his head to the words he was hearing. “And do you?” He couldn’t help but question.
Mingi’s gaze snapped up to look at him finally. His eyes dark and annoyed. “Don’t start.”
“You need to talk to her.” Yunho was almost pleading.
“I don’t need to do anything.” Mingi raised an eyebrow.
Yunho scoffed. “You’re lying to yourself so loudly it’s giving me a headache.” He tried not to laugh.
“This isn’t your concern.” Mingi exhaled.
“It became my concern when you started looking at her across the courtyard like she was a ghost you’d never be able to catch.” Yunho’s voice was careful.
Mingi stood up abruptly. His feet moving quickly to the fountain, away from Yunho. His fists curled at his sides.
“She’s getting under your skin.” Yunho kept pressing. “You won’t admit it but every time she walks past you, every time she speaks-“
“Enough.” Mingi turned sharply with an edge in his voice. “I won’t be dragged into some foolish infatuation just because she knows how to play with words and walk like she owns the sky.”
Yunho stood, calmer than his friend. “You already are.” Mingi said nothing as he breathed hard, his robe clearly moving. Yunho crossed the space that Mingi created. “You’re afraid of her.”
The silence cracked like ice. Mingi’s jaw tightened and his eyes flickered. A vulnerable look, just for a split second. “I’m not afraid of her.” His voice was low.
“No,” Yunho said gently. “You’re afraid of what she sees when she looks at you. You’re terrified she may be right.”
Mingi couldn’t look at him anymore. “I need to go.” He muttered before storming off.
He didn’t want to talk, just wanted to bury himself in papers that made his brain turn to mush. He sat down in his war council chambers. Soaking in the silence.
Candlelight flickered along the lacquered table. Maps lay rolled and forgotten about next to the pots of ink and broken seals. Mingi stood up, finding comfort by the window, the moonlight gracing his face.
“Are you going to keep pretending I don’t exist?” Your voice startled him as he looked at you. “Or is this some new game the great emperor plays with his toys?” You spoke low and strong.
He stilled, hands dropping from the windowsill. His gaze met yours with the same power as the crown on his head did. “You’re not a toy.” He spoke quieter than you had expected. “And I’m not playing.”
“Then what is it?” You asked, stepping closer to him as your hands clenched at your sides. “You watch me in silence. Hover in the corridors, look at me like you want to rip me apart. But you never say a damn word. You married me, Mingi. Maybe you didn’t have all of the say but you still chose to follow through.”
His expression flickered. No one’s used his name that way, not even Yunho. “You presume too much.” He said, lacking the venom he usually spoke with. His voice sounded unsure.
“No.” You shot back. “I feel too much. You? You’re terrified of it. Terrified of me.”
He moved towards you, not slowly or gently but like a man reaching the edge of something he said he’d never fall into. “You think you know what I fear?” His whispered, leaning into your ear as his breath fanned on your cheek. “You think I fear you?”
You didn’t move, not even a flinch. “Yes.” You responded simply. “Because I see you. The man under the crown. The boy raised on silence and blood. I see all of it and it terrifies you that I don’t look away.”
His jaw clenched, hands twitching at his sides like he didn’t know whether to reach for you or shove you away.
“Say something.” You whispered. “Anything. Hate me. Want me. Just stop standing in the shadows like a ghost in your own palace.”
He stretched the silence, thick with words he didn’t quite know how to say. He stood up, looking around the room before he finally spoke again. “You undo me.” He spoke quietly, his voice raw like it hurt to admit. “Every time you speak, every time you look at me. I lose a piece of myself. I don’t know who I am when you’re in the same room as me.”
Your breath caught, fighting the urge to soften. You stepped closer, eyes locked with his. “Then come undone. Let me see what’s left when the crown isn’t holding you together.” Your voice was gentle.
Both of you standing there, chests rising, eyes locked and hearts racing. He still couldn’t touch you and in the oddest way. That restraint was the most intimate thing of all.
The palace was quiet in a way that only happened deep in the night. When the flames in the lanterns seemed to sway slower. You sat at the window, watching the moonlight ripple over the courtyard tiles. It was the kind of stillness that made every sound sharper. Footsteps, distant doors sliding open, the low groan of wood under weight. You knew before you turned your head that it was him.
Mingi stood outside of your chamber door, cloaked in shadow and contemplation. The guards bowed and stepped aside without a word. No one questioned him anymore. He was the crown and whatever he says is what goes. The silence followed him as he entered.
He didn’t knock, just simply opened the door. You sat over at the window, watching as he came in. Your hair half down, robe loosely tied. “Couldn’t sleep?” You questioned him.
He closed the door carefully behind him. “You always know I’m coming.”
“Because you walk like a storm. The air shifts before you enter.” You looked at him.
He couldn’t help but still stare at you. No court paint, no jewels, it was just you. Real, quiet and untouchable in a way that made his breath catch. He didn’t say anything. You could only let the silence settle for a little bit.
“You’ve been avoiding me.” You said softly.
“I came here, didn’t I?” He raised an eyebrow at you.
“Half of you did.” You shrugged.
He moved towards you, slowly and carefully. As if one wrong move would make the fragile truth between you collapse. Once he stopped in front of you he was close enough to touch you. But he didn’t. He kept himself at the normal distance of almost touching. “Why do you want this?” He asked, voice sounding as if it was crumbling. “Why do you want me?”
“Because you try so hard to not feel, but I know you do. You feel everything, Mingi. You just hide it behind duty, silence and cold wine.” You replied without hesitation.
He stared at you like you were language nobody has ever taught him. His hand rose slowly, hovering near your jaw. You leaned into it, just slightly. A breath passed between you. Your eyes dropping to his lips as his gaze flicked between your eyes and mouth. It would’ve taken nothing. A tilt of his head, a slip of restraint. But he didn’t move, and neither did you.
You both stood there, breath brushing against one another, tension hanging like silk on a blade. “If I kiss you,” he whispered. “I won’t stop.”
Your lips parted, trying to think of words as it felt like your whole world just tilted. “Then don’t.” You whispered.
You watched as he stepped back and it felt like you were suddenly falling. You stood there alone, lips tingling with the kiss that never came, heart aching with the weight of what just almost happened.
You couldn’t sleep afterwards. It was hard to turn your brain off after seeing him so raw in front of you. You slipped through the halls of the palace as everyone was fast asleep. The hem of your robe floating over the stones, the cool air wrapping around you like a secret.
You took a deep breath as you rounded the corner. The walls felt like a sanctuary, the silvered leaves and night flowers. The inner garden was the one place you could go for pure solitude. Most in the palace had forgotten about it after sunset. You looked up over at the lantern lit path and froze. Mingi was standing there. Emperor Song, half man, half shadow.
He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, robes undone around his throat. No guards or Yunho. Just him and the moonlight that was making him look too human. “You always find the places I run to.” He spoke, low and quiet. It felt like he was waiting for your arrival.
You stepped closer to him, each breath leaving your lips feeling a bit heavier. “Or maybe you leave trails.” You murmured. “Hoping someone will follow.”
He turned to look at you. A look in his eyes that was nothing like an Emperor. It was a man undone. “Why are you here?” He finally asked.
“Why are you?” You returned. Both of you standing facing each other underneath the plum tree yet to bloom. The air between you buzzed with something delicate and dangerous. His eyes finally shifted away from you.
“This place was hers.” His voice quiet, like he was ready to tell you a story. “My mother. She planted the trees, said it was the only place in the palace that didn’t lie.” The corners of his lips curling into a smile.
Your breath hitched with the unexpected softness. “And does it still feel honest to you?” You whispered.
He gave a hollow smile. “Lately, nothing does.”
You stepped forward, slow and steady until you were close enough to him. Close enough to see the tired shadows under his eyes. “You left me.” You whispered. “Earlier. When I told you not to.”
His eyes locked with yours. “If I stayed,” he started. “I wouldn’t have stopped.”
You nodded, soaking in his words. “And now?”
He paused. The longest one shared between you. “Now I’m already breaking,” he said, voice wavering. “And I think so are you.”
You didn’t deny it, just reached out and touched his hand. Not going for his face or chest. Just the back of his hand, warm, steady and trembling beneath your touch. He watched your touch like it hurt. Then slower than the blooming process of that plum tree, he turned his hand. His palm against yours as he held you. Not tightly or possessively but like he was afraid to let go.
The garden was still. The rare, sacred kind that only existed in moments before something changed forever. Your fingers still wrapped around his. Mingi still hasn’t moved, all he could do was stand there and stare at you. Watching you like you were a dream that had slipped into his hands, too solid to ignore and too fragile to hold tightly.
The space between you was small. Not the usual length of the throne room or the width of silence. Just inches, for once. Your thumb brushed over the back of his hand softly. He let out a breath like it had been locked inside of him for years. “Say it,” your voice was timid, not sure what you were asking for.
“I can’t,” He replied, but he still moved closer to you. Until his chest was nearly brushing against you. Making you tilt your chin to look at him in the eyes. There was no command in his gaze now. No arrogance, no performance. Only longing and fear. “I don’t know how to do this,” he murmured.
“Then let me show you,” your voice trembled slightly. You rose slowly, giving him the time to move away but he didn’t. Instead, his hand lifted-hesitating at first. Then threaded through your hair, fingers trembling. He leaned in, forehead resting on yours, breathing shallow.
Then you finally felt his mouth on yours. Desperate. A quiet aching kind of desperation. Like he’s been holding this hunger in for so long. It has eroded everything but this moment. His lips moved against yours softly, as if asking for permission even now.
You let him have it. Sighing into him, pressing your hand on his chest where his heart thundered like a storm cages beneath silk. The kiss deepened, his other hand finding your waist. Pulling you in, not tightly but just enough for you to feel him. The want, the fear, the need. When you finally parted it was breathless and stunned. He didn’t speak and neither did you.
You both stayed there, foreheads pressed together. The silence heavier around them heavier than any crown. It didn’t feel like a burden. It felt like the beginning of something real.
The changes between you started. Subtle unless you knew him, and Yunho did. So did the ministers who once feared speaking out of turn. So did the head court lady who now found the emperor suddenly so impatient when the empresses’s tea arrived late.
Mingi had stopped interrupting you in court. Stopped glaring when you offered a different point. He listened now. Worse- he lingered.
In private it was more difficult to keep away from each other. His fingertips ghosting your jaw line as you whispered to him at night. Your hand resting on his chest longer than necessary after adjusting his top. No one else touched him like that. Nobody could.
In your chambers, the air changed the moment he stepped inside. There were no guards or titles. Just silk layers slipped from your shoulders and his lips that would linger on your skin. He kissed like he was starving. Your conversations now soft and muddled between kisses and midnight laughter.
“They’re starting to notice.” You whispered one night, fingers interlaced when his hair.
“Let them.” He said, pulling you close to his body. “They can’t take this from me.”
You believed him when he said it, not because of the certainty in his voice. It was the way his hand stayed pressed against yours long after the last words were gone. Still, you could feel the air shifting —warmer now, heavier. It was dangerous, this closeness, and yet you let it wrap around you like the familiar silk. Whatever was beginning to build, you were no longer afraid of it.
Your heart always fluttering as he watched you in court. It was like he finally acknowledged that you were no longer a political move, you’re his bride. His Empress. Now when a minister raised his voice at you, his hand would twitch. Just once but enough for the whole room to fall silent.
Yunho would always watch. Seeing the way his eyes followed you without a smile, watching as you took your seat beside him. He finally stood next to Mingi as you sent off a foreign envoy. Your laughter carrying in the wind as Mingi watched you. “She’s making you soft,” Yunho said quietly yet his amusement was loud.
“She’s making me better.” Mingi corrected. A twitch in his lips as he smiled for a second.
“That’s what I said.” Yunho smirked.
Dawn spilled over the palace roofs in soft gold but the corridors hummed with something colder. Whispers trailed ahead of you, curling into alcoves before you could catch them. Ministers bowed as you passed, eyes lowered in respect but failed to mask the curiosity. You could feel it gathering, pressing, waiting for its moment in court. Mingi’s hand brushed yours once in passing. Wordless, deliberate, but meaningful before entering the court together.
The court chamber was packed with murmuring voices, scrolls being passed around. The shuffle of stuff silk sleeves and careful glances. Mingi sat in his usual place. High, distant and surrounded by the ministers waiting like vultures waiting for a shift in the wind.
You sat beside him in your own throne, regal and composed. Until the subject changed. Until the minister of traditions stepped forward. Old, steady and daring as he stopped a few feet from the dais. He bowed low as he spoke with the kind of slow confidence that made your skin tighten.
“Your Majesty. Your grace.” He nodded towards both of you. “It has been several weeks since the union. As the council has long awaited stability in the bloodline. It is our humble request to ask: when may the empire expect its heir?”
The words splashed like stone into still water. Everything stilled and felt silent. Your fingers twitched against the armrest as Mingi’s jaw tensed. The chamber fell too quiet. Yunho’s eyes flicked up from his spot next to the throne- examining everyone in the room.
Your expression remained blank but there was a burn in your chest. Mingi couldn’t look at you, clearing his throat as he stood up. “The matter of succession.” His voice was even. “Is not a decision to be made under pressure.”
The minister bowed again. “Of course. Your Majesty, but the people grow curious. An heir would ease their minds.” His voice stayed calm.
You didn’t move. Your breathing felt too loud like you were suddenly aware of every glance. Every pair of eyes weighing your body like a vessel. Mingi still wasn’t able to look at you. “Dismissed.” Mingi’s eyes sharpened.
The minister stepped back without protest, but the tension still didn’t leave your space. It sat there, coiled between you. You walked with Mingi walked closely with you down the stone corridor. “They want a child.” You broke the silence, voice low and dry.
“No. They want control.” He replied quickly.
“What do you want?”
Your words made him still. He looked at you, truly looked. There was something raw in his eyes, unsure. “I want…” he started, then closed his mouth and shook his head. “I don’t know.”
You nodded, jaw clenched to hold back the ache in your heart. “Neither do I.” You half-heartedly admitted. You stood there next to him. Close enough to touch but didn’t. Intimacy in private was one thing, but duty? That was a war neither of you were ready to fight.
You walked away, heading to your chambers as he went to his. Your heart pounding as you kept thinking. The hours going by as you curled on your bed. “Empress?” There was a small knock on the door.
“Yes?” You responded quietly as the door slid open. “Do you need anything?” Your maid looked at you. “Can you get me the emperor?” You swallowed, realizing what your ask was as she bowed, leaving to go on her way.
Mingi entered within moments, a soft slide of the door. You sat on the edge of your bedding, still dressed from court but your hair undone. Your fingers twisted in your lap. You still didn’t look at him as he walked over, squatting in front of you.
For a long moment, the only sound was coming from the crackle of the fire and the faint buzz of insects outside. “I’m sorry,” Mingi spoke softly.
Your eyes lifted to meet his. “For what?” You asked softly.
“For letting them speak of you like that. As if you were like nothing more than…” he trailed off, trying to find the right words as his jaw clenched. “A name in their plans. I should’ve stopped it sooner.”
“You didn’t have to.” You spoke softly. “It’s what they want. What they expect. Even I was expecting it eventually.” You whispered.
His hand cupped your cheek. “But it’s not what I want. Not like this.” His voice was gentle.
“You don’t want an heir?” You questioned surprised at his words.
“I don’t want pressure.” His voice cracked slightly, the edge of command gone. “I don’t want to touch you and wonder who’s watching from behind the curtain. I don’t want to hold you and feel like I’m being measured.”
Your chest rose and fell at his words and his thumb brushing softly on your cheek. “I want you.” He said. “Not because you’re my empress. Not because they demand it. Just because I can’t not want you anymore.” His voice was full of lingering.
You swallowed. “Then why haven’t you come to me?” You stared into his soft brown eyes, the way they rounded when he spoke to you.
His eyes lowered from yours. “Because now when I look at you, I don’t just feel desire.” His voice dropped. “I feel fear.”
You didn’t speak just yet, knowing he had more to say. “What we had. It was ours. Quiet, private, safe. But now the world is really watching. They’ve taken something from us.” He met your eyes again as he spoke carefully. The look he had starting to burn.
“I’m scared.” You whispered. “Scared that if we give in now, it won’t feel like us. It’ll feel like duty. Like performance. Like the world is getting what it wants.”
His hand still pressed to your cheek, aching sadness. “Then we don’t let them take it yet.” he whispered. “We don’t give them this. Not until it is fully ours.”
You leaned into his palm, nuzzling into him. “You still want me?” You questioned softly.
He nodded. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything.” He smiled at you.
“Then stay. Stay tonight, don’t touch me if you want.” Your voice cracked.
He wrapped his arms around you, gently putting his face on your shoulder. “I’ll stay forever if you let me.” He whispered.
You smiled as you held him there and he could sense hesitation in your breath. “What’s on your mind?” He asked, pulling away from your shoulder.
You swallowed, looking him in the eye. “I want you.” You paused. “I’m scared though.”
He stilled, not pulling away anymore. “Of me?” He asked quietly.
“No.” You put your hand on the side of his face. “Of what it means. Of what comes after… or what if I fail?” Your voice wavered, hand moving away from his face.
His brows furrowed. “Fail what?”
“Fail to give them what they want. A child.” You hesitated, voice barely audible.
Mingi suddenly seemed to have slumped over. His hand gently cradled your face. “Y/N.” His voice was firm and gentle. “That’s not why I’m here. That’s not what this is.”
“But the court-“ You started.
“Damn the court.” His jaw clenched. “They don’t get to claim this part of us. They don’t get to twist it.”
You blinked, eyes glassy now. “So what do we do now?” Your voice was quiet.
He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. His thumb brushing your cheek softly. “We try. We touch. We kiss. We fall into each other because we want to. Not because anyone is waiting outside the door with a scroll and a name for the future heir.”
You exhaled shakily. “What if I still can’t…?” You started.
“Then we keep trying, without fear. Without punishment. Without this-“ He paused to place a kiss to your lips, slowly and grounding you. “-into something it was never meant to be.”
You closed your eyes and when he kissed you again, it was deeper. Not rushed or mechanical. Just the two of you. His hands were warm as they slid down your back, pulling you closer. Your lips parted to his touch, welcoming the touch of him, the reassurance of his feeling.
You shifted onto the bed, lying back. Mingi climbed on top of you. Ridding of his top as he hovered above you. His hands on the side of your face gently. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” He whispered against your lips.
You shook your head slowly as you looked at him. Looking at each part of new skin in front of your eyes. “I don’t.”Your body trembled slightly under him and he felt it.
“You’re scared.” He whispered.
“Not of you.” You looked up at him breathlessly. Your hand reached up, tangling in his hair, cradling the back of his neck. “Just…I’ve never given myself to anyone like this.”
His breath hitched. His heart clenching for a moment, honor, protectiveness, want. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. Then your cheek and on your neck. “Then let me show you how this feels.” His voice was gentle.
His mouth found yours again. Kissing like he was memorizing the shape of you, like kissing you was a prayer he finally had permission to say aloud. His hands slid down your arms, then back up to the silk at your waist. The robe parting, baring you to the moonlight. “You’re so beautiful,” he smiled at you, saying it like it was a secret he shouldn’t be sharing.
His lips gracing each part of your skin. You let out his name breathlessly as he kissed your chest. His hands continued to explore your curves with aching patience. Your eyes fluttering shut at his touch. His hands still moving around your figure, exploring every part of you that was new to him.
“Let me feel you. Let me love you, without worry. No fear. Just us.” He whispered.
Your thighs parted for him like instinct as he pulled off your skirt. His finger gently ghosted your slit. You whimpered softly as he watched you carefully, making sure you were still comfortable. Carefully spreading you as his thumb gently padded your sensitive nerves.
You whimpered and he bit his lip hearing you. His middle finger still rubbing down your entrance. “So warm.” He kissed you. “So wet already.” He exhaled.
His middle finger pushed in slowly as he kept watching you. Your back arched as you whimpered. “That okay?” He mumbled as he kissed down your neck. You nodded quickly, hips moving for more of the sensation. He curled his finger slightly, kissing down your shoulder as he watched you from the corner of his eye.
Your mouth parted, eyes still fluttering shut as the pleasure bloomed. “Look at me,” he kissed the corner of your mouth. “I want to see how you’re taking me.” He murmured.
He slowly added a second finger, slow and easing you open. Wet sounds began to fill the room as you whimpered, pressing your lips together. His thumb pressed to your clit, rubbing in sync with his fingers moving inside of you. You cried out his name.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Let me hear you.” He encouraged as he felt himself throbbing. Your thighs clenching around his wrist as you whimpered.
“Mingi- please,” you whined out. He kissed your temple, carefully pulling his fingers out. He kissed your neck softly, letting his lips trail down your body until you tugged at his pants.
His breath caught as he pulled away just to look at you. “Are you sure?” He whispered.
You nodded, cheeks still flushed from him touching you. He didn’t rush himself as he stood up. You watched as he stood bare before you. Tall, broad and stunningly built. Your eyes kept traveling down and your breath hitched.
He was…big. To say the least, thick and heavy between his thighs. His cock curved slightly, already hard and flushed at the tip. The skin tight with arousal. For a moment you didn’t breathe, all you could do was stare. Your thighs instinctively clenched.
“Too much?” His voice was soft as he noticed you.
“No..I just didn’t expect…” You swallowed.
He moved, knees on your sides as he took your hand and carefully placed it on his chest. “I’ll go slow. I’ll stop if it hurts. Just trust me. Okay?” He stared at you like the most precious thing on earth as you nodded.
He moved again, careful with every movement as you spread your legs again. His body hovered above you, heat and want rolling off of his skin as he kissed your jaw and neck. You gasped slightly as you felt his thick head pressing on your entrance. Your whole body reacting to the feeling, pulsating, tightening and needing.
“Easy.” He whispered, eyes locked on yours. “Breathe for me.”
He began to push inside of you slowly. Just the tip stretching your walls already. You clenched around him from the sheer fullness of it. You whimpered at the feeling, digging your nails into his back.
“You okay?” He looked down at you, eyes searching for permission to continue.
You nodded quickly. Tears prickling the corners of your eyes, not from the pain but from the sheer intensity. “K-keep going.” You stuttered. “I want all of you,” you whispered.
He nodded, pressing his forehead to yours. He groaned slightly as he eased himself into you. Inch by inch, you felt your walls spreading further and further to accommodate for his size. It was almost overwhelming. So much of him, so deep already and he hadn’t even fully bottomed out yet.
“You’re so tight,” he panted, his voice cracking. “Fuck you feel so good. I don’t want to hurt you.” He cursed as he slowly pulled back.
“You’re not going to.” You whispered. “I want to feel you. All of you.” Your voice was strained with heat.
He leaned down to kiss you. Desperate like he couldn’t hold back anymore and finally after a deep breath on your lips he sank his hips into yours. Your walls were aching already, body adjusting stretching so wide you felt impossibly full.
You moaned his name softly as his hands held your hips carefully. Your fingers tangled in his hair. He was just slightly trembling above you. “You took me so well,” he murmured, lips brushing against your temple. “You were made for me.”
You gasped as he slowly moved back. His thick length dragging across every nerve inside of you. You were holding back screams of his name and only let out muffled sobs. He groaned low in his throat. Rocking his hips into yours slow and deep.
Each thrust was stretching you again, slow and deliberate until your body was pulsing around him. “Mingi-,” you whimpered, still trying to keep your volume down.
He shushed you softly, leaving gentle kisses around your face. “I’ve got you.” he whispered. “You feel so good around me, so warm. I don’t want to ever leave this.” His voice gentle.
His thrusts became deeper, wanting you to feel everything he had to offer. His hips rolling in you with steady rhythm. The sounds of your body’s hitting filling the room with every thrust. His size wasn’t something you were beginning to fear. It was something you were already beginning to crave.
“Tell me how it feels.” He asked, biting his lip as he groaned in your ear.
“s-so good.” You swallowed. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.” You spoke between moans.
That did something to him. He pushed deeper, hands gripping your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his waist, taking him even deeper. The pressure inside of you built fast. Your body tightening around him as your release crept closer. “Come with me,” he panted, hips still moving into yours. “Let me feel you fall apart on me.”
You did without hesitation. You cried out his name as your body convulsed. Pleasure tearing through your body in waves as you fluttered and clenched around his cock. Mingi followed right after, thrusting deep and groaning into your neck. Filling you full of his warmth, his love, his everything.
Neither of you moved, not for a few minutes. You stayed joined, your fingers tracing down his back as his lips brushed your collarbone. “You’re mine now,” you whispered, eyes soft and filled with tears that dared to spill out at the realization.
“I always have been.” His voice was low, and breathless as he answered like a promise.
You smiled to yourself as you shut your eyes. Finally not feeling restless as he laid next you. Your breathing was slow and even as you curled up underneath the silk sheets. Mingi couldn’t look away. He laid next to you, admiring the way he could see the slope of your back in the last few moments of candle light.
His hand rested on the sheets where your body was just tangled with his. He should’ve been exhausted but his heart was still racing with excitement. He looked down at his palm as if tingled remembering the feeling of you. How you looked at him when he touched you for the first time. It felt like something he could only dream of.
It wasn’t just sex. Wasn’t just your first time. It was the first time he’s ever made love. He knew the difference now. He carefully leaned over, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face as he placed a gentle kiss to your temple. You didn’t stir but your lips parted. Sighing his name in your sleep.
His throat tightened. “What did I do to deserve this?” he whispered. “To deserve you.”
No one would ever see him like this. Not the court, not his advisors. Not even Yunho, but here in the candlelight as he laid beside you. Bare and undone, he was nothing but yours. He slipped his hand under the covers, resting it on your hip just to touch your skin. “I’ve never had something that’s felt like home,” he whispered, placing a kiss on your shoulder.
You stirred, mumbling his name again. Your hand found his beneath the sheets and held it. All without waking up. He exhaled through his nose, lips twitching into a smile. “If this is what love is,” his voice was still quiet and gentle. “I would go to war over and over just to come back to this moment.”
Finally, as the candlelight died, he moved closer to you. His arms circled your waist as your breaths synced again. And for the first time in years- he was able to sleep with ease.
The first thing you felt when you woke up was warmth, not from the sun but from Mingi’s arm draped over your waist. You could feel the slow rise and fall of his breathing against your back. You blinked sleepily as you remembered the night before. Every kiss and every whispered word. The way he moved inside of you with reverence, making you feel like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
You turned slightly, just to see him. Mingi was already awake. His hair messy as it fell into his eyes. He was watching you with a softness you’ve never seen before. “You didn’t sleep much,” you murmured.
His lips curved faintly. “I didn’t want to close my eyes.”
“Why not?” You laughed softly.
He leaned closer, brushing his nose on yours. “Because I was afraid I’d wake up and last night would’ve been just a dream.”
Your chest tightened as you listened to him. His hand traced along your waist, fingers going under the sheets to drag along your hip. His touch was gentle, as if he was memorizing you all over again. “Are you sore?” He asked suddenly, eyebrows knitting with concern.
“No. Just…warm. and full.” You smiled softly, cheeks faintly blushing. Your body was aching in the most beautiful way but telling him would only cause him to worry.
He smirked slightly, though his eyes stayed tender. “Good. I never want to be anything but gentle with you.”
You smiled at him as you pressed your lips to his. Kissing him soft and slow, the faint taste of sleep on your lips. His hand cupped your face like you were something precious. You pulled away and smiled up at him, fingers lacing in his hair. “So what happens now?”
Mingi smiled at you, pressing his forehead to yours. “Now?” He teasingly questioned before dropping his voice down. “Now I get to spend every morning loving you better than I did the night before.”
You flushed, burying your face in his chest. But his laugh was so deep and warm that you had to look up at him again, just to see that smile.
“We should dress.” He murmured after a moment.
You nodded with a forced pout. “Do we have to?”
He laughed at you as he slowly stood up, dressing himself in last nights clothes. “We do have to attend to our regular duties.”
You sat up, holding the sheet to your chest. “Loving each other like that is a duty.” You said with playfulness as he smiled at you again.
“We will meet later. My Empress.” His voice was oozing temptation as he slid out behind the door.
The door slid shut behind him, sealing in the faint scent of him—warm skin, wine, and something darker you could never name. You sat for a moment in the quiet, the sheets still tangled around your legs, replaying the way he’d looked at you like the rest of the world didn’t exist. Outside, the court was already stirring, their games and demands waiting for you both. But for now, you let yourself breathe in the silence, just long enough to pretend it would last.
The court was full again. Ministers murmuring in low tones across the tiled floor. Their robes brushing the stone as they bowed. Their eyes kept flicking to the thrones.
You sat quietly, off to the side like you were meant to just to be seen and not heard. Meant to be graceful, composed and distant. Court felt different though, because the Emperor couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.
You could feel it. The warmth of his gaze burning into your cheek. When you finally dared to look over he didn’t avert his eyes like usual. A flicker passing between you. Candlelight. Silk sheets. Your lips moaning his name. Your heart jumped in your chest.
You lowered your gaze quickly. Pretending to smooth your sleeve but the damage was done. A few heads turned. The Minister of Records eyes narrowed. A younger official whispered something behind his hand. Yunho was watching from a far column, he said nothing. He didn’t need to. The soft smile tugging at the corner of his mouth said everything. They knew.
Mingi stood up, moving to stand in front of you. You watched him carefully, quickly getting up before bowing gracefully. You could hear the whispers as Mingi reached for your hand, holding it gently in his. His lips gently pressing the back of your hand. Your cheeks flushed at the sudden affection. He knew they were watching, and whether they liked it or not, it was now undeniable. Their Emperor was in love.
You heard a throat clear as Mingi turned. Moving to sit back in his throne as Minister of traditions stood before you. “Your majesty. With the peace treaties in place and the provinces at a relative calm, the council would like to revisit the discussion of the heir.” His voice was unwavering.
You felt it before Mingi even shifted. Your stomach tightened.
“Following…certain whispers. We have been curious if the Empress is with child.” He never once looked at you as he spoke.
Mingi cleared his throat, standing up. “The whispers are true then. The Empress and I have shared a bed. But it was out of love, not to further the lineage.” His voice was strong as you watched a few people shift uncomfortably.
“You all speak of my future while insulting my present. She is not some vessel, nor a trophy. She’s my Empress. My wife. My love.” He gave everyone one final sharp look before taking your hand. “Let’s go,” he whispered as he pulled you out of your throne and down the hall.
“Mingi…” You started as he pulled you with him to his chambers. The door slamming behind him. The sound echoing in the chambers. He started to shrug off his robe, eyebrows cinched together in fury. “Mingi.” Your voice was gentle as you spoke again.
“How dare they speak like that. In front of you is worse.” His voice was low and raspy. “They think I can be manipulated. That’d I break you apart just to give them peace of mind.” He was loud but didn’t raise his voice all the way.
You walked closer to him, staring at the way his shoulders were tense. “They don’t understand.” Your voice was still calm as you reached to touch his back. His skin was hot to the touch as it burned in fury. You traced down his spine as he turned to look at you. His eyes storm black and tired. “You shouldn’t have to deal with this.” You whispered. “Let me take some of this. You’re not alone anymore.”
He shook his head, lips parting like he was going to argue. You were already rising on your toes, placing a gentle kiss to his lips. Just enough for him to feel and give in. He groaned against your lips, low and desperate. Then grabbed you, lifting you in one smooth movement, pressing your back against the wall. “Can you help me? Make me less tense?” He looked at you carefully as you nodded.
His mouth almost crashed back into yours. His kiss hungry and almost bruising your lips. His hands roaming your waist, your hips. Reaching under your skirt. You gasped as you felt his hand between your legs. Already warm and aching for him. He growled at the way your thighs were trembling around him. “You’re wet for me already?” he rasped against your throat. “You knew what I was needing.”
You nodded, unable to speak. His fingers found your core, two of them sliding in with practiced pressure as you moaned out. “Let them hear you.” He grunted as his fingers curled, pushing them in knuckle deep. He didn’t let up.
His fingers pumped into you hard and slow. The wet sounds filling the chambers. Your hand clawed at his back as you muffled your moans in his shoulder. His fingers kept moving as they worked you open for him again. “Say it,” He growled. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” you cried. Your head tipping back as his thumb found your clit, drawing slow, tight circles on it as your thighs began to shake. “Louder.” He commanded.
“I’m yours Mingi! F- Fuck!” You cried out as your hips bucked against his hand. You broke against his hand. Shattering as your walls clenched around his fingers. He kept curling them through your orgasm as you whimpered. His own breathing was ragged now, but he wasn’t done.
He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips, licking them slowly as he watched you. He let your legs hit the ground then leaned to your ear. “On the bed. Now.” He said hoarsely.
You nodded quickly, obeying him as your legs trembled. When he followed, bare, furious and starving. You let him take all of it. All of the frustration. All the love. All the fire he couldn’t show the world. Because behind closed doors, he belonged to you.
Morning has only broken through the heavy curtain when Yunho knocked. Entering with a quiet bow as his eyes flicked between the two of you. Your body draped in the sheets as Mingi sat beside you bare chested, his hair still unbound from the night before. Yunho cleared his throat, gaze staying respectful.
“Lord Taejun is requesting a private meeting.” He said carefully. “He insists it’s a matter of dynastic importance.”
Mingi’s jaw clenched the moment the name left Yunho’s mouth. He didn’t look at you right away. His hand brushed your lower back under the covers in reassurance. “Let him wait in the side chambers.” He said coolly. “And tell him I am not to be rushed.”
Yunho nodded and disappeared. When the door shut you looked at Mingi. “Dynastic importance.” You echoed like it left a sour taste in your mouth.
Mingi sighed, finally looking at you. “They’re starting to panic. They want to know if I’ve claimed you for love or lineage. If I’ll declare you as mother of my heir before your womb shows it.”
You blinked, throat tightening at the bluntness. But he was already moving, dressing swiftly in dark robes lined with gold. No crown in sight, yet the weight of his movements still heavy with power. He turned to look at you, “they’ll try to corner me. Try to bring up old things. But I won’t let them touch this.” His voice was low.
“What will you say?” You looked up at him.
He moved back over to the bed. “The truth,” his voice softened as he softly rubbed his knuckles on your cheek. His gaze steady. He kissed your lips softly then walked towards the door. “I’ll be back.”
He walked down the hall and slid open the door to the side chamber. Lord Taejun stood quickly. “Your Majesty.” He bowed, voice low and smooth but his eyes showed nothing but eagerness. “I appreciate your time. I only come with concern for the future.”
Mingi said nothing as he sat down, just gestured for him to continue speaking. “The court grows…uncertain. They respect the Empress, of course.” Taejun added quickly. “but the absence of a formal heir. Or a declaration leaves our line vulnerable. There are still those who remember your father’s law: that the bloodline must be visible, secure and blessed by counsel consensus.”
“My father is dead.” Mingi’s voice was even. “I am Emperor now.”
Taejun paused, slight hesitation in his voice. “Then…will you declare the Empress as the mother of the next heir?”
Silence fell like a blade. Mingi stood up slowly, stepping closer to him. His height making the older man instinctively bow his head. “When the time comes,” Mingi said calmly. “she will not need declaration. You’ll see it written across the palace in the way she walks.” He stared down at him.
Taejun’s throat bobbed. “And if the time doesn’t come?”
Mingi leaned in slightly, voice dropping. “Then the empire falls with me. There is no line without her.” He turned and walked out, leaving Taejun to stand there in silence. Mingi’s message clear.
They are not allowed to question your place.
You still laid in bed, your top loosely wrapped around you. Hair half undone, the remnants of sleep and ache heavy in your limbs. Your eyes lifted as the door opened. Mingi smiled at you, not the emperor smile or the one he gave you in court. The version only you saw.
He walked over to your side, lowering himself onto the bedding. Shedding his top, only to press his body warmth on you. His hand ghosted over your waist as he looked at you. “Are you sore?”
You nodded faintly, lips curving with a small exhale of laughter. “You weren’t exactly gentle.”
Mingi leaned in, pressing a kiss to your exposed shoulder. “You didn’t ask me to be.”
You hummed as his fingers traced small circles over your hips. Soothing where he had held onto you so tightly the night before. Faint red marks graced your skin, proof of how deeply he needed you. “Still,” he murmured. Moving as he kissed your ribs, then your stomach. “I should have taken better care of you after.”
You opened your mouth to speak but the apology already hung in his gaze, and something that looked like devotion. A quiet ache that was more vulnerable than anything he’s shown to anyone else. “Let me do it now,” he smiled.
He guided you to lay back on the feathered pillows. He gently pulled back your top, exposing your body to him. There was no urgency, no heat laced hunger, only reverence. His hands moved with purpose. He kissed every bruise, every mark. His thumbs rubbed down your thighs, easing the tension. You sighed in relief as he whispered praises into your skin. “You were so perfect last night,” he cooed, placing a kiss on your thigh. “You take me so well, love.” He kissed the other thigh as you flushed.
His hand still moved slowly on you. Tending to the soreness, soothing where you had swollen from his size. Tears fighting to spill out of your eyes as you watched him. No one has ever looked at you like this. Like you were the most sacred thing he’d ever been trusted to touch. When he was done he laid beside you again. Pulling you into his chest, where his heartbeat was steady and strong.
You didn’t want to be removed from this moment. The way Mingi’s arms enveloped around you. His strong arms and quiet breath in your ear made you want to melt into a puddle. Your body finally relaxing. The soreness still pulsating every now and then but his care had softened it. His fingers traced gentle patterns down your back as you lay half draped over him.
Your fingers curled into the fabric of his robe. “I want to have your child.” Your voice broke into the silence. Mingi’s breath caught, you felt it in the way his chest rose beneath your cheek. His hand on your back paused, then slowly held your waist. Tighter than before, like he was grounding himself. You shifted to look at him.
“Not because of them.” You said softly. “Not because of the court. I’m saying this because I want it. I want something that’s ours. Something that nobody can twist or try to take command of.” You reached up and cupped his face, his jaw ticking in your palm.
When his eyes met yours you saw it. Fear. “You think I’m saying this because of what they’ve said to you.” You whispered. Mingi’s throat worked as he swallowed, his fingers flexed on your sides.
“The council I just had with Lord Taejun.” He said, voice low. “He said if I didn’t take action soon he would find another way.” A bitter look crossed his face. “He spoke of lineage and threatened my throne in riddles.” You stared at Mingi as he spoke.
“I thought if you heard any of it I wouldn’t be able to bear it.” He shook his head “I don’t want this to feel like something you were pressured into. Like something you owe me or the court-“ He spiraled.
“Mingi-“ You cut through it, firm but calm. Your fingers brushed through his hair. “I don’t care about the court. I want you. I want to build a life and that decision lies just between us.” You exhaled. “Just us loving one another.”
He didn’t even respond. He quickly got up and placed a soft, reassuring kiss on your lips. “I love you.” He whispered like it was something he was letting linger in the air around you.
SUMMARY | You go on a road trip with Wooyoung and the guys.
PAIRINGS | Wooyoung x Reader
RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked
GENRE | smut, fluff, friends to lovers
CONTENT/WARNINGS | profanity, flirting, teasing, unprotective sex (wrap it up ya'll), oral sex (f. receiving, m. giving), dirty talk, kissing, skin biting/nibbling, hair pulling, fingering, head squeezing, riding, skin pinching, multiple positions, creampies,
AUTHOR’S NOTE | I think the ending might be a bit too rushed but I hope you still like it regardless. Happy reading folks 💚
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"Wooyoung! Hurry and come!"
Wooyoung watches as you slam the door to the van closed before running towards the beach to join the others. Even though you only ran for a short while, your hair had become unruly from the breeze. The shirt that Wooyoung let you borrow is large enough to cover the edges of your bottom, your too-short shorts peeking through. Wooyoung has spent more time than he would've liked thinking of the exact width of his hands, and how they could completely envelop your thighs and a generous portion of your ass, should he ever find himself in the position to touch them.
Finals are over and done with, and summer is well under way. Your best friend Wooyoung invited you to the annual summer road trip that he and his other friends from the ATZ frat take every year. They rented a pretty decent sized SUV and would spend the weeks on the road, ending back on campus in time for the school's end of summer party. You always wanted to join them, since you were good friends with all 7 of Wooyoung's other friends, but you've been busy working and saving up money to get your own place off-campus. This year is the first year you find yourself free.
Everyone is super excited at the chance to finally go camping on the coast. Usually, they spend their time at amusement parks, small attractions and malls along the route. Hongjoong took charge of booking their cabin, and it would be big enough to accommodate everyone, even if some people might have to share a room.
There are plenty of ways this is gonna suck, namely being trapped in a moving vehicle, for hours on end with 8 guys. And by "guys," you mean idiots, whose idea of fun included pranks, drinking, and vulgarity. They are quite a wild bunch, but who are you to complain? You're just as rowdy as the rest of them, if not more. They never let you live down that one time you got shit-faced drunk and streaked the quad during finals week last year. The eight of them spent a majority of the trip retelling the story between laughs, much to your disdain.
You watch as Jongho, Hongjoong, and Mingi race against Yunho, San, and Yeosang to a spot towards the pier, dropping their things. The waves roll up against the sandy shores, creating a soft ambiance as you soak the sun's rays, inhaling the ocean air into your lungs. Wooyoung jogs up to join you at the bottom of the hill and catches the smile tugging at your lips.
The way the bright summer sunshine shimmers in your eyes is truly enchanting. How many times had he passed you in the hall on his way to class, secretly thinking about how much the way your whole face lit up resembled sunshine? You were friends with many of his friends, but you'd always been his best friend, ever since middle school.
He has an embarrassingly long memory of you two on your first school trip, sharing a room at the hostel and staying up late after everyone had already gone to bed. He was the first person you told that you had a crush on his older brother, and you were the first person to console him after his first heartbreak. The two of you spent your whole high school years together; every game, every class, every important milestone... you were always the first one he shared them with. You would always be the first one he sought out when he had something exciting to tell someone. You've seen a lot together over the years, and even though he wasn't totally ready, the possibility of something developing between the both of you has always lurked at the edges of his mind.
"Don't you guys dare throw Y/N into the water!" Seonghwa’s shout interrupts the thoughts in his head. Wooyoung watches San and Yunho trying to sneak up behind you, waiting to snatch you and dive into the freezing cold water. You have absolutely no time to prepare as Yunho and San sweep you up and launch you over their shoulders. Your screaming is quickly drowned out as you land right in the chilling sea, coming right back up a few seconds later for air.
"Oh, you're dead meat! Get back here!!" You bellow. Your friends erupt into hysterics at your dramatic reaction to your unplanned swim. While the rest of the boys continue to laugh their asses off, Wooyoung swoops in and helps you out of the cold water. "I'm cold, Woo. Ugh."
"I'll help you get payback, later," Wooyoung reassures you as he wraps an arm around you and leads you towards Seonghwa, who has a towel at the ready. "Let's get settled into the cabin first, and then we'll figure out how we can exact revenge on the two clowns."
"Sounds good," you huff, still grumpy. Once you've finished getting dried off, Wooyoung picks up your small duffel bag and makes his way into the direction of the cabin. His hand meets yours, briefly, and he opens his palm. A slight jolt runs up his forearm when you interlace your fingers.
Wooyoung also has an embarrassingly long list of memories involving how warm your palm feels when clasped together with his own. For some reason, he always remembers the feel of them better than all the other things. He knows his brain is playing tricks on him, trying to convince him that the way your palms perfectly fit together is because your body was made for him. In those fleeting moments of intertwined hands, a heat blossoms within the depths of his soul. If he was just a little bit braver, he would have closed his fingers over your hand, squeezed it, and refused to let go until there was no more fight left in you.
...But he wasn't that brave yet.
"Jongho, being the winner he is, wants a room to himself," Hongjoong explains after you enter the door of the cabin.
"I won fair and square," Jongho's eyes gleam at his friends, a toothy grin spreading across his cheeks, reminding the group that he demolished almost all the others at an impromptu arm wrestling competition before the trip. They really should've seen this outcome coming.
Everyone paired off in the room they chose. Hongjoong and Seonghwa choose the room closest to Jongho's, Yunho and Mingi claim the other room on the lower floor, Yeosang and San choose the room closest to the top of the stairs. You and Wooyoung take the room furthest down the hall and it overlooks the beach from the window.
You have your reservations about this part of the trip, mainly because you’re the only girl traveling with eight boys. You often share a room with Wooyoung and vice versa. It makes perfect sense. The two of you know each other's boundaries and aren't afraid to bring each other down a peg when it comes to annoying the other. After dropping your bags next to the door, Wooyoung surveys the room with its king size bed.
"Shit," Wooyoung curses at the sight of the single mattress. "I knew there was a reason Hongjoong gave us that look..."
"Hongjoong has some issues and needs a swift kick in the head," you laugh. Your friends would often joke about you and Wooyoung hooking up, despite the fact that there was absolutely nothing going on between the two of you, much to the others' amusement. You and Wooyoung often fanned the fire with the way you flirted with each other and teased the others, but never did it ever come to anything real.
But what if it did?
A loud stomach grumble disrupts the air of contemplation. Wooyoung erupts in laughter after hearing your stomach's announcement. "Let's go get some food in you," he sniggers and throws an arm around your shoulder to direct you out of the room. "Sounds like your stomach's ready to eat me at this point."
"At least you'll be a tasty meal!" You chirp before wrapping an arm around his waist and following him down the hall. Wooyoung hopes you can’t feel the slight tremble beneath his skin, caused by the excitement coursing throughout his body. The way you fit perfectly into his side causes a spark deep down in his gut. There’s no better feeling than that, in his opinion.
When you make your way into the dining room, the whole group is discussing what their first activity should be for the day. You're eager to take advantage of the summer season and soak in the sun and salt air, so you vote on finding a secluded spot for everyone to have a picnic. Since you'd rather spend your time in the great outdoors, the others agree to take advantage and spend the day playing sand volleyball and swimming in the ocean.
As the others are sorting through their belongings to get ready, you go to grab your bag with your bikini inside. You put on your bikini, and before you're able to grab a coverup, Wooyoung emerges into the room and announces his presence.
"Are you almost done? I've got a towel, my sunscreen..." His eyes meet yours in the full-body mirror, and he trips. "Shit," he hisses and nearly tumbles forward, just catching his balance before the two of you collide. A scarlet hue coats the tips of Wooyoung's ears and spreads onto his cheeks.
It's not like he hasn't seen you in a bikini in all his years of knowing you. His mom often threw pool parties during the summer, and the two of you spent an exorbitant amount of time together during childhood. But you look nothing like how he remembers, all these years later. Growing up, you'd been just like him, skinny and awkward. Wooyoung noticed you changing, slowly, as if nature itself had molded your curves carefully to perfection. It started when your clothes became too tight in places Wooyoung had no business looking at.
"Wooyoung? Hello, earth to Wooyoung," your hand appears in front of his face, fingers snapping to capture his attention.
Wooyoung looks at the bikini, immediately averts his gaze and scrambles over to where his duffel bag is. "Uh yeah, I'm- uh, almost ready. Shit, uh... fuck I'm-"
"You're acting so weird," you mumble quietly. Wooyoung slips back into the bathroom to gather his composure. Even though he felt his soul nearly depart, his best friend shouldn't see him break, especially because it's only her wearing a bathing suit.
Once you're both ready to go, the whole group walks over to a secluded spot near the cove. There were some families out and about enjoying the sunshine and ocean breeze, but the stretch of beach you and the gang find yourselves in is mostly unoccupied. Hongjoong unravels the beach blanket, spreading it out for everyone to get comfortable. The others pass around the bottles of beer and snacks that everyone brought. The delicious scents of grilled meat fills the space, and the clinks of ice floating in their drinks compliment the lazy sound of the ocean breeze.
"Wooyoung! Can you put sunscreen on my back?" You ask as you sit down and hold out the bottle.
"We're in the shade. What good will that do?" He argues as he takes the bottle.
"Come on! Better safe than sorry!" You huff and pout a little in Wooyoung's direction. "Do it for me, please!"
"Fine. Fine," he relents and scoots himself up behind you. To be fair, he'd rather be the one doing this instead of any of the other seven hooligans. Wooyoung probably wouldn't forgive himself, had they gotten even the chance to run their hands over any part of your soft skin.
"Let me undo the straps so you can apply sunscreen there too," you mention as your hands trail to the back to loosen the knots. You're holding up the front of your bikini, and the image alone makes his mouth dry.
"Uh... um..." his breath is taken away, like how a gust of wind carries the strength to sweep the air from his lungs.
"Woo? Hello?" your giggle rings across the otherwise peaceful coast as you tilt your head to face the source of your amusement. "Help a friend out? I don't want to get burned, even if it is just a little sun."
Wooyoung blinks away and starts working the cool cream against your neck, focusing hard on keeping his touch as light as he could, before spreading it lower to the parts that are going to be most exposed to the sun. He makes his way down from your shoulders to your upper back and downwards. All the while, his senses were working overtime, registering the silk-like sensation of your skin, memorizing the precise way his fingers dragged along, but most of all, Wooyoung is hyper-aware of the intimacy of the moment. Had anyone watched the interaction unfold, they might assume that he was just helping you apply sunscreen, like friends often did, but Wooyoung wasn't naive enough to completely deny the slight charge to his fingers at their first brush across your spine.
He's not in his right mind when his sunscreened fingers are reaching around your front and when his fingers brush against the bottom of your ample breasts. Your sharp intake of breath nearly short circuits him, sending a bolt of electricity directly through his cock, stiffening him in a second.
"Wooyoung...?" you voice quietly, letting the ends of the syllables hover in the space between you, "I think I'm all good now." You swallow as the hairs on your neck rise and a shiver rocks up from your belly, lingering on the delicious feeling of Wooyoung touching you like that, and the realization that something might happen, "I think I'd rather...put the rest myself." You offer gently.
"Ah yeah. Umm..." Wooyoung slowly slides his arm back, "Sorry I uh, slipped a bit," he smiles nervously and hopes that you can't read his thoughts as you face him once again.
"No harm done. Thanks, though!" you laugh and pat Wooyoung on the leg a few times.
You're not sure how, but the two of you manage to behave around one another and keep your feelings from showing throughout the rest of the afternoon. This might be hard, however, since whenever Wooyoung closed his eyes, all he could remember was the feeling of your hot skin.
What in the heck was that? As you walk away from Wooyoung in the direction of the shore, the space between your legs warms considerably as your heart rate picks up. You swallow at the memory of his featherlight touch grazing just beneath your breasts, as his front brushed up against your back. Your body reacts of its own accord, and your legs wobble and threaten to buckle. How the hell are you going to stay cool like this? Your blood boils with the heat rushing through your body, spreading, taking over. You turn the corner of a rock and dip beneath a shaded spot where you can catch your breath.
His hands were warm, so damn warm. And he was close. so damn close and... and his scent is making your brain a mushy, confused mess. As much as you would love to deny the warmth spreading between your legs and your fingers aching for you to take yourself over the edge, you're unable to. Fuck, fuck. If this keeps up... If he were to kiss you right now... you would let him.
Fuck.
You sigh out, try to calm the fuck down, and steady yourself against the cold stone of the cliffs. Once you've gathered the resolve, you make your way toward the group of your friends, who are currently deciding between a round of volleyball or a dip in the sea, or both. They are in various stages of removing clothing, eager to start their day at the beach. Wooyoung chooses that exact moment to join you guys and remove his shirt, making you falter a little before regaining your balance. The sharp angles of his face contrast the gentle waves of his bangs as they dance along his forehead, blown about by the ocean breeze.
You know your body is in deep shit the moment you see that his skin is flushed from the sun.
Fuck. He's hot.
With that revelation, a tiny bit of doubt rises up. This man isn’t anything like he was when you were teenagers, and it's suddenly glaringly obvious. Wooyoung isn't the kid you remember him being and neither are you. You're very clearly adults now and yet somehow... the feelings you had as a girl haven’t gone anywhere. Maybe Wooyoung isn’t aware of them yet, or perhaps he is, but you suddenly get a really strong sense that maybe you and Wooyoung are walking around with the same feelings, even as grown-ups now. It's incredibly unnerving, knowing what you know now, and knowing what's ahead, should he return your affections. It'd be really cool if someone told your stomach that, because it seems to be doing everything possible to throw your system out of whack right about now.
The sun, while merciful thus far, is nevertheless unkind in its attention to the lot of you. Mingi is the first victim, and boy was he a sight to see with a cherry red back, but before long, the group has endured its own round of sunburns. Ha, serves them right for not wearing sunscreen.
Wooyoung hasn't really taken his eyes off of you, except to laugh at his suffering friends, and you really think about what it would be like if things went further and wondered if... well, if he had the same ideas about the two of you. If so, and you two ended up together, could things turn out okay between the both of you? You feel so lost when it comes to stuff like this because you and Wooyoung are essentially starting over from a zero base with each other, and honestly, it’s pretty overwhelming to be faced with the reality of that right now, and also what this summer holds for the both of you.
Your mind is swarming with ideas, when all of a sudden Seonghwa screams "DON'T YOU DAREー" as Wooyoung tackles you into the shallow waters, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of rice and running for a short bit before splashing into the water himself.
"Not again!" You scream but a shriek quickly turns into hysterical laughter as the sea engulfs the both of you. He surfaces first and grabs hold of you as soon as you resurface as well. You're grateful the water's hiding your tears from his little stunt.
"Your hair's all messed up!" Wooyoung laughs, and then begins untangling some pieces of hair stuck between others. A rush of embarrassment washes over you, but is immediately cut short when he brings a strand up to his nose and smells it. His smile gets softer and warmer after. "Hmmm, you smell good."
"It's the sea, you dummy," you giggle.
"You smell like the sea, and your shampoo, and summer," he says simply, then continues combing through your hair until he's satisfied that he’s removed all of its tangles. "Okay, perfect!"
"Is Wooyoung a stylist too? He sure does know how to treat the ladies right!" San remarks loudly, catching the attention of the rest of the gang.
You see their smirks, and it makes you groan out in annoyance. You really can’t give them any more kindling to encourage them to meddle with you and Wooyoung, or god-forbid... actually intervene, because who knows what type of matchmaking shenanigans your idiot friends are capable of?
Wooyoung laughs, a hand splayed across your back as you both make your way back out of the water and onto the beach. "She's an old lady and needed assistance in fixing her hair."
"I am not old!" you complain. "My bones and back creak sometimes, though," you mumble under your breath.
"See? An old lady."
"Oh my GOD shut up," you shove Wooyoung as the group erupts into a laughing fit and you hurry towards Seonghwa who is offering a towel to you. "At least someone isn't mean!" you stuck your tongue out.
"Ready to go back?" Hongjoong asks and stretches, offering to help roll up the blanket. The sky is starting to turn a multitude of colors as the sun is setting on the other side of the ocean. As much as you all want to watch the sunset on the beach, the gentle breeze in the air turns cold in the evening, and the thought of sitting in a wet bathing suit is less than ideal.
"Can we swing by one of the convenience stores first? I think my stomach just started rumbling again," you pout.
"What kind of hunger monster is she?!" Mingi shouts, earning him a solid flick against the forehead from you.
"I promise I won't let my stomach bug you guys," you rub your belly, "but this monster will not be quelled until it gets its meal!"
"Greasy food it is. Let's go!" Seonghwa orders, effectively ending all complaints. Everyone heads in the direction of the road, grabbing their stuff and locking up the cabin.
As you're walking, Wooyoung presses his body up against your own, knocking his hip into your side a couple times. You'd been joined at the hip ever since you were kids; everyone around you used to say that the two of you were as thick as thieves. So when Wooyoung slides up next to you like this, it isn't weird. You wouldn't want it any other way. The only thing you would wish for is the ability to know what he's thinking when you catch the tail end of a soft smile adorning the handsome curve of his lips, and a dusting of a blush that graces the tips of his ears.
The gang piles into a family van and races towards the closest convenience store on the roadside. "No dawdling!" San screams as he hops out the sliding doors. "Get your food and then go back to the cabin!"
"Don't forget to pay!" Hongjoong screams through the open windows as you and the other boys hop out. Everyone grabs what they came for and rushes to the registers. As you're making your purchases, Wooyoung meets you at the register and begins laying out his own items, clearly giving the impression of two people on a date, making dinner together.
The cashier gives the both of you a smile, the corners of her mouth stretching further as she watches how Wooyoung interacts with you. You notice the way she keeps looking between you and him, the growing interest in how closely Wooyoung places his hand on your wrist to prevent you from grabbing your wallet out of your bag.
"You two are on a date, tonight?" she questions.
"I don't know if I'd call it a date when we have those hooligans waiting for us," you giggle and point towards the van. Wooyoung joins in laughing as Hongjoong turns back to flip the two of you the bird, and Seonghwa slaps his arm to reprimand him.
"My mistake!" The girl beams brightly and smiles wide at the pair of you, "You two just look really cute, so I got my hopes up a little."
Wooyoung softly thanks her and intertwines his fingers with yours as he pulls you towards the parking lot to join your other friends. You don’t have a chance to hear the response that Wooyoung mumbles, but you do notice that his grip is a tad tighter.
"Took you two long enough. Sheesh!" Seonghwa complains as you climb back in.
"But now we can get to eating and eating!" Yunho says excitedly, "Back to the cabin!"
Dinner consists of beef bulgogi and white rice, with an assortment of kimbap rolls to share. No meal is complete, especially not around here, without alcohol, though, so you grab everyone a glass and pour the chilled beer. In the evening, it's often a comfortable warmth in your chest that spreads and blooms the longer you all spend time talking and laughing.
Everyone is well fed, and more importantly, they are buzzed after several glasses. The only thing that hasn't waned is how warm you feel deep inside, the fire stoking within your belly. You realize it's getting late, the hour growing later by the minute.
"Is anyone ready for the main event?" Yunho sings as he stands from his chair, setting aside his glass on the table. He's also a lightweight, and giggly drunk at that. "Truth or dare? Spin the bottle, truth and dare edition. When the bottle lands on you, either choose truth or dare, or drink. Got it?"
"Fuck. Why not? Bring it, Yunho," Yeosang says. The others are either cheering in excitement or groaning in frustration.
"How 'bout you, Y/N? In or out?" San questions as the group looks over at you, eagerly awaiting your response.
"Let's do this," you breathe out a little and crack the bones in your neck and stretch your fingers, getting ready to take whatever's thrown at you.
A few turns in and you've landed with a couple shots, a couple questions and a dare. Thankfully, no one has tried to take advantage of your current, inebriated state and went all out with questions. Most were pretty generic, if not a little boring. Seonghwa has a huge crush on their philosophy professor. Jongho secretly collects pornographic literature and owns a few magazines. Even though Mingi won a hand-stand competition, he can't keep his balance. Hongjoong has a list of every man, woman, and gender-neutral creature that has caught his attention. Yunho would wear a skirt, if someone asked him nicely. San once hooked up with their librarian in the supply room. Yeosang was actually dating one of the phys ed girls and it's going pretty well. And lastly, Wooyoung...
"Dare," Wooyoung chuffs out, proudly showing that he wasn't afraid of any of their stupid dares.
"Hmmmmm..." San, Yunho, and Yeosang immediately put their heads together. Wooyoung, unfazed and knowing them for too many years already, waits calmly as the three brainstorm what his fate will be.
"Make out with Y/N for a full minute!" they all shout simultaneously, each pointing to their victim.
"You shitheads are gonna be in big trouble next round," he grouches. The boys all howl with laughter as they watch the color rise on his cheeks, dusting his ear tips pink.
You know it's just a stupid little kiss. So what if your heart's beating fast? So what if your palms are already sweaty at the mere thought of touching his mouth? Wooyoung is attractive and has always had girls falling over themselves to catch a date with him. So you would never understand the magnetic pull that drags you closer, leaving a lingering uncertainty over exactly how close you should get to his lips.
But even now, his hands slide through the thick strands of your hair to gently pull your face closer. The warm sweetness of his breath grazes over your lips, and as the last strings of courage fade, the drunken haze slips away. You close your eyes, and when your lashes flutter, you're startled back into reality when the wet warmth of a hot tongue slips against your lips. Wooyoung makes it look easy, this kissing game. His fingers are tracing small circles on the nape of your neck, and you melt. The instant spark that flew up your spine and ricochets up against your skull leaves you weak. You sigh, the moan dying in your throat, and you fall deeper under the spell of his kiss. It's in that moment, you can sense something building between your bodies, creating an energy so palpable you'd swear your clothes could've ripped in an instant.
A cacophony of groans and exaggerated sounds of disgust infiltrates your moment, effectively bringing back everyone from your trance.
"Go to your room if you're not going to stop it there," Yunho pouts and turns his back on the two of you, covering his eyes for extra effect.
"Yeah, please continue somewhere where none of us have to see it," San waves his hands. The both of you are still staring at each other, your hand gripping tightly to his wrist as you scramble back into the space behind you, putting as much distance as possible between you and your best friend.
The game continues on, and you are able to laugh everything off. No one really pays you any mind, and the rest of the evening is just spent laughing and singing with some drinks. There are a couple of card games and a lot more truth-or-dares thrown around. By the end of the night, you find yourself already sleepy. The boys, all together, decide to continue their silly game a little longer while you excuse yourself from the table.
When you're almost in the bedroom, Wooyoung comes up behind you and grabs you. "So?" he asks, with his warm body enveloping you, arms and legs spread on either side of your frame, wrapping you up.
"Yes? What's up?" you whisper quietly, surprised he came to you, instead of staying with the others. He wants to ask you something but hesitates. He needs to get it off his chest, he thinks to himself, otherwise Wooyoung won't be able to sleep at night. "Wooyoung, do you want to go further?"
He doesn't answer and tightens his hold. The air grows warm and heady, swirling the longer the two of you stay stationary. Finally, you take his hand in yours and lead him through the threshold. It's dark, but there is still just enough light filtering through the slats of the window to give the two of you a vague idea of what you are seeing.
But before anything can really happen, you were both snoring into the pillows of your shared bed.
The van is loaded up, and you are heading towards the next destination on your road trip. After several hours, the group is collectively losing their minds.
"Okay, let's switch. My butt is sore," San groans and pops his joints as he exits the driver's seat, turning it over to Yunho. The exchange doesn't last long, and before you know it, it's only noon and everyone was antsy as fuck and impatient and frankly, driving Yunho to the brink of his sanity.
It’s your turn to drive the rest of the way, and the boys are clearly anxious about letting you take the wheel. "No no, come on, Y/N, I think Yeosang will want another go at it."
"No, it's my turn to take the wheel," you flash the biggest smile and snatch the keys out of his hand. "Any complaints, speak now or forever hold your peace." You laugh evilly as the boys quiet and silently file into the vehicle. "We'll vroom vroom!"
"If you get a speeding ticket, I won't defend you. Just so you know," Jongho shouts at you from the back as you're peeling away at the highway.
"Yeah, yeah!" you shout back and set up the GPS before pressing play on your favorite driving playlist. "We'll be safe. Now, strap up and shut up. Time for the fun part!" You step on the gas pedal, and the tires squeal a little bit as the boys scream out their disapproval.
In the time that you drive to the next town, the group settles into their respective spaces for the remainder of the ride, occupying their phones for entertainment and keeping each other company, taking occasional detours from the car to use the restrooms and stretching out their legs at the stop areas along the way. At some point, the others in the back start to drift off and snore softly, and you smile fondly to yourself.
It’s already been a long day and everyone is so tired out that once they finally get a taste of peace and quiet, they fall asleep, heads swaying on top of shoulders or curled up at the window side, wrapped in the plush coats. Even Seonghwa's head has rolled to the side, his own jacket being used to prop himself upright and his mouth hung open in slumber.
Not that the quiet bothers you, because it’s soothing having your favorite music playing quietly in the background as you drive. Wooyoung is sitting in the passenger seat and isn’t quite asleep, but the relaxed state that his shoulders have eased into assure you that the journey to his next destination hasn't been an unpleasant one.
There’s no sound except for the snoring and the love song that’s playing in the background, the mellow voice soothing your souls.
Wooyoung takes your free hand and intertwines your fingers. "Is this okay?" he asks quietly.
"Yeah, it is," you hum gently in affirmation, and he tightens his grip, letting out a small content hum of his own.
As you continue to drive, Wooyoung remains wide awake, occasionally lifting the cup to sip on his iced coffee that has mostly melted by now. His eyes scan the landscape, watching as the horizon speeds past him. At this point, you can feel the slightest pressure at your core building again. But this time, it feels different; more powerful somehow.
He notices and breaks the silence first. "Are we... gonna talk about it?" His tone is even and careful, and there are no hard edges to his voice like before, just a gentle prod.
"What's there to say, really?"
"Don't play that," Wooyoung mutters, shooting you a look that says 'Really?'
You sigh and wipe your palms, shifting your grip on the wheel as the conversation turns heavy. "I honestly have no clue where we even stand," you admit. It's not a lie, but it sure does feel like one. "Where do you think we are?"
"Honestly..." Wooyoung answers carefully, making it obvious he’s trying hard to choose the right words, "Honestly, I don't know where we are going. I don't know. Not anymore." He waits, leaving a weighty silence to settle between you both, before speaking again. "But I really, really like you." He pauses for another beat, waiting as if expecting a response, then carries on. "Like, not as a friend," he explains quickly, then swallows thickly before starting again, "not as just... not a... as someone I grew up with."
"So..." you start, unsure how exactly to proceed. "Does that mean you have feelings for me?"
He considers the question for a second, but then responds bluntly. "I've never not had feelings for you," he mutters quietly. His reply is both unexpected and surprising and also, oddly reassuring.
"Good to know," you whisper, lips quirking upwards. "And I don't wanna sound corny but..." you start but trail off, not knowing where to go next. How do you express that what you really feel is that maybe there's a possibility that you and him have always belonged to each other without sounding lame as hell? "I really, really like you too."
There's an awkward pause, and you're glad the others are all asleep in the back, unaware of the confession of feelings happening in the front row seat. You wait as Wooyoung clears his throat and looks up at you. Your eyes dart to the rear-view mirror for a quick sweep to check the others again. Thankfully, everyone else seems to still be sleeping and completely oblivious.
"Our next rest stop, and I'm going to kiss the absolute life out of you. Fair warning," you mutter so quietly it's barely audible, and you can almost feel the blush bloom across your cheeks.
He raises his eyebrows at you, but his mouth ticks up with mirth.
"No complaints here," and he chuckles, the sound comforting you. Then, he throws his feet onto the dashboard, crosses his arms across his chest, closes his eyes, and settles in for a little while, to rest and dream of nothing but you.
Soon, you pull into a highway diner and wake the gang to stretch their legs and grab some food to snack on until the next full stop, giving you ample time and privacy to settle what needs to be addressed between you and him.
Wooyoung waits patiently as the group mills about, wandering inside and grabbing the table.
"Thank fuck, I needed a toilet. Like, so bad," Jongho complains loudly as he sprints straight towards the facilities at the corner of the entrance.
You head inside as well, getting a big smile on your face, already thinking about what you are going to eat for lunch and where your next adventure will begin. After a half-hour of chatting and scarfing down your food, and taking a good amount of time to relieve yourselves in the restrooms, the group makes its way to the parking lot once again.
"Whose turn is it to drive next?" you call out to the guys, who all groan in unison. "I can go again but this time I'll actually vroom vroom!" You rev the engine to emphasise your point and you hear laughter erupt out of the pack.
"No vroom vroom," Hongjoong laughs and steps up towards the steering wheel. "My turn, little monster. Hand it over."
He reaches a hand towards you and pries the key from your grip. The rest of the crew pile into the van, and the radio plays loudly as Hongjoong races out the parking spot and swerves onto the road, successfully startling everyone within the vehicle and sending them toppling over each other.
"Oh, so I can't vroom vroom but you can?" you cross your arms in defiance in the third row, Wooyoung laughing next to you.
"I'm a great driver!" Hongjoong boasts from the driver's seat as he navigates out of the busy lot and into the rush hour traffic.
"I love you, but you drive like a demon possessed!" San shouts from beside him.
"Dramatic," Hongjoong chuckles. "Alright, settle in folks," he smiles over at the group. "The road's ahead of us, it's gonna be a looonnngg ride!" He floors the gas and merges onto the highway.
You settle closer to Wooyoung's warm body, and his hands pull you closer, cradling your shoulders. He places a featherlight kiss on your hairline. "Later," he mumbles.
A small sigh escapes as the warmth envelopes you whole. This would have to do. "Later," you whisper, nuzzling deeper into his embrace.
Night has already begun to descend as everyone was falling in and out of sleep. The adrenaline from the early start and subsequent stops is finally waning, leaving a nice sense of calm and security blanketing the entire crew.
Everyone seems relaxed.
"Y'know..." Yunho suddenly begins, rousing from a long snooze. "I gotta take a piss."
"Yunho... We're in the middle of nowhere," you sigh, slightly amused but also quite annoyed, "can't you go for a few more miles?"
"A few more miles my ass! I gotta pee, like, RIGHT now!" Yunho continues whining. "Come on, man, please pull over at the rest stop coming up!"
"I gotta go too. We'll stop," Hongjoong acquiesces to his demands and pulls over at the next rest stop available.
Everyone piles out, and as they stretch their limbs, they go their separate ways to tend to their respective business. You and Wooyoung shuffle over towards a bench to sit down and relax, tiredly. "When we get back to Seoul," you huff out as you plop your ass down next to him, "I'm taking the longest nap known to humanity."
"We can nap together," he smirks, leaning in and letting his lips press against yours tenderly. The way his mouth fits yours perfectly leaves a shudder running all over your body.
"Just a nap?" you whisper into his lips.
"Just a nap," he promises, smirking harder now. "Unless you have another idea?"
"Oh, I'll tell you soon," you hum thoughtfully, wiggling your eyebrows teasingly.
A deep laugh reverberates in his chest, filling the cold air around the two of you, and for a brief moment, the two of you could forget the reason that you even met for this trip and focus only on each other. His mouth opens to continue, but another voice cuts through the serene tranquility.
"We're about to hit the next town. Is anyone hungry?" Seonghwa stands before the both of you, clueless and unaware of the tension you both shared. "We're gonna spend a few nights at the next town and do some sightseeing and what-not." He grins at the both of you expectantly, awaiting a response.
"Oooo," you exclaim, genuinely excited to visit the next location, "yes, I'm starving."
"You're always starving!" Jongho yells over, and the others all laugh and agree with him.
"This will be interesting," Hongjoong chuckles heartily before announcing, "Look alive people, because the show is back on the road! Hustle your asses back into your seats, and fasten your belts tight!"
"Is it me or is he turning into a worse version of me every time he drives??" you blurt out, incredulous at how much of a reckless driver he’s becoming. "Who are you and what have you done with Hongjoong?!"
Hongjoong lets out a full body cackle at your remarks, shaking his head at your nonsense, "Settle in, crazy."
It isn't the town. It isn't the culture. It isn't the people. You have only one desire... and only one goal... to touch Wooyoung.
Or rather, let him touch you.
"Hurry back to the hotel room," you mutter through clenched teeth as the two of you ascend in the rickety elevator.
You know how you sound, desperate and thirsty and weak for him, but you honestly couldn't give a fuck. This has been going on for far too long; all this lust and frustration and pent-up desire that has built within the both of you. There was only one way to find release now. And it started by going back to your room and fucking like you meant it.
You and Wooyoung had to find the perfect opportunity to escape. While your friends were busy playing games and drinking themselves silly, the two of you snuck out of the room and booked it back to your shared space and fell into bed, panting and giggling and falling harder.
And now, here the two of you are, staring hungrily, heatedly, lustily into each other's eyes, breath ragged and bodies heavy with want. Wooyoung quickly puts up a Do Not Disturb sign outside the door before pushing his way back into the room and locking it behind him, and then the two of you meet, your fingers grasping his soft tresses tightly, pulling him closer.
"Are you finally going to kiss the absolute life out of me, now?" he whispers huskily, hands tangling through your locks.
"Maybe I'll do even more," you answer quietly, leaning in until your foreheads bump together gently.
"Yeah? Whatcha gonna do, huh?" he challenges, wrapping one strong hand around the back of your neck and the other cupping your jaw, thumbs pressing firmly on either side, a sensation so delicious you almost pass out.
"Fuck the fuck outta me, fuck me til I can't breathe anymore," you sigh and lean into him. You stare at his face and you can see that your words are really affecting him. But your mind isn't focused on what's happening anymore; no, all you can think of now is getting that cock between your thighs, buried in you.
"Yeah?" Wooyoung mutters. He slides his palm across your cheek and slides a thumb over your lips. It's such an innocent movement, but the implications send blood racing throughout your whole body, setting your skin on fire. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" His thumb presses harder, testing you. Your mouth falls open and he slips his thumb inside, your tongue laving at the digit eagerly, your breath becoming more shallow. "Yeah, you'd really, really like that."
When his gaze meets yours, it's hot. Desperate. Lustful.
But most importantly...
Devoted.
"And I would want that too," he whispers and when his lips press onto your burning skin, they are so soft you don't notice his touch is the same. Everything changes then. His kisses are sweet. They leave a trail of butterflies in your stomach, goosebumps rippling in their wake. He bites your earlobe. His grip tightens on the nape of your neck and holds your gaze steady.
A moan catches in the base of your throat, spilling over his lips. It makes your knees go weak and your heart pound in anticipation. He eases your shirt off and drops it on the carpeted floor. His fingers caress your sides as if you were the most precious piece of art he had ever seen. When he cups your breasts and rubs the hardened peaks between his thumb and forefinger, it's enough to push you over the edge, leaving you weak and wet in need.
"Do you have any idea how hot you're making me right now? Just seeing you in that bathing suit the other day... It took everything in me not to rip them off you and take you right there in front of everybody," he hisses, breath hitching, and kisses your neck, his teeth grazing along your throat and earlobes, his thumbs still circling your nipples.
"You sure can talk big, Woo," you laugh breathily, raising your chin just enough that he can bite on it, your spine shivering in delight. "You can promise that I'll never need anyone else after tonight?"
"Trust me," his voice is raw, raspy even, dripping with arousal.
"What would that entail, hmmm?" you wonder aloud.
A chuckle vibrates his whole chest as he shakes his head and purrs, "I can show you better than I can tell you."
That's when things begin to escalate. That's when his hands slide down your belly, fingertips teasing at the hem of your jeans. He leans his head close to yours, lips brushing softly over your lips, tongue trailing along them before darting in and out, drawing the outline of them with precision, mapping each curve, tracing a line over every crease. His hands caress up and down your torso, caressing everywhere, while his tongue explores and savors you.
Your knees buckle as his hands drop lower, fingertips brushing the waistband of your panties, rubbing slow circles. A soft, blissful moan escapes from between his parted lips. He bites lightly on your neck, his hot tongue probing, teasing, licking along the sensitive flesh there. He tastes the sweet salty skin, taking it between his teeth, giving a light nibble to the point you'd feel it every time the pleasure inside you increased, the tension increasing between your thighs.
He pushes down your jeans and panties together. They drop heavily around your feet. As soon as your clothes fall onto the floor, your back hits the mattress and you find yourself pinned underneath Wooyoung. The sheets are cool but he's warm and the heat radiating off of him feels incredible.
His mouth travels down your torso, moving further and further lower. Every touch sets off fireworks through every nerve ending in your body, each wave more intense than the last, building slowly.
Your hips arch when he gets near your pussy, eager to have him taste you. "Wooyoung, please."
You don't mean to beg. But that doesn't stop the pleading words escaping from between your lips.
He growls appreciatively, "Tell me how bad you want me."
Your voice is almost a whimper, "Really, really fucking bad."
You bite down hard, swallowing the urge to shout out loud, as he parts your thighs and settles his shoulders between them, spreading them even wider. His lips hover dangerously close and all of the muscles in your stomach contract violently, anticipating his next move.
"Want me to eat you up, baby girl?" He teases.
A little, "Oh yes," is all you can get out. Your thighs squeeze tighter together.
And that's all he needs to hear. His fingers part the soft folds and dive straight for the most intimate part of you. When his mouth closes over your wet slit, you swear to god you've died and gone to heaven. His tongue flicks out and probes your aching entrance. He sucks greedily, greedily drawing all of your juices into his waiting mouth as your fingers tighten their grasp on his head. A choked sob escapes from your chest as he devours you, drinking up every last bit, and it sounds like a fucking symphony.
Your hips writhe in response, your clit swollen, aching to be touched, begging to be rubbed against his tongue. His mouth is pure fucking bliss, and when the tip of his nose finally bumps your engorged nub, it sends electricity dancing through you. Your body jerks involuntarily, a string of incoherent pleas tumbling from your lips. He spreads your legs even wider now, so far apart your ass lifts a couple inches from the sheets. Your heels dig hard into shoulder blades as his tongue flattens and runs the length of your slit.
You begin rocking, your hips undulating, trying desperately to get a rhythm going, but Wooyoung pulls away, removing himself. "Now, now. You have to learn to ask nicely if you wanna get fucked." A predatory grin flashes across his face. His finger ghosts along your mound and slides between your folds, gathering up some moisture from the tip, before teasing its way to the tip of your swollen clit.
"Please... please," you choke, thrusting up desperately, your back arching off the mattress.
"Say 'pretty please.'"
You moan, "I'll say anything you want, as long as you put your mouth back where it belongs." Your hand reaches blindly for him and pulls his face back against your pussy, running fingers through his hair, digging nails into the back of his skull and tugging sharply to bring him closer. "Pretty please."
Wooyoung grunts happily, sinking his chin against your slick pussy, your sticky sweet juices coating his chin. Then, with his other hand he runs his index finger lightly, feathering, stroking, feeling along the length of the hood of your engorged clit. With the tip he strokes circles over your tip, running his nail lightly over the hood before circling round, then moving it from side to side, creating friction, sliding it back and forth, coating it in wetness.
As your body writhes uncontrollably, his free hand begins circling your stomach, his fingers curling, exploring, dancing lightly up and down between the sides and center of your hips. They glide gracefully, caressing, playing a tune over and over again, rolling along every curve and contour of your torso, worshipping every inch, memorising, cherishing, loving the shape of every valley and hill, the plushness of every surface. He rubs along every indent and slope, down the insides of each thigh.
One finger, then two, then three plunge deep inside you, curling in a come-hither gesture and setting a brutal, pounding rhythm that has you panting, gasping for breath. Every flick of his tongue sends a jolt of pleasure rocketing throughout every part of your body. Your eyes squeeze shut and your toes curl as your thighs clench, trapping him against you. The bedsheets twist tightly under the ferocity of your grip. A storm of ecstasy builds within you. It rages wild and fierce and violent and hungry. Your brain shuts off. Your vision becomes hazy. The blood rushes in your veins like molten lava, bubbling hot, scorching, threatening to melt everything away. You lose all coherent thought except one single thing:
Let him eat the fuck out of you.
"Ohhhh yes..." You murmur into the sheets. You feel Wooyoung's lips curling into a smile. He teases you, withdrawing from you, the tip of his tongue stroking the smooth wet flesh of your swollen clit. "Fuckkk." Your hands fist his hair and pull his head deeper into your mound, grinding his face against your pussy. "Cumming..."
His tongue strokes every inch of skin possible. And every second brings another surge of euphoria. Each one is growing more intense. Each wave washing over and leaving behind nothing but pleasure. Nothing but euphoric bliss. Every. Single. One. And it seems like nothing but seconds pass until your orgasm finally crests and crashes over you.
The sounds of your moans and grunts fill the entire room as you writhe under his tongue's relentless assault. It feels like heaven and hell combined. You can barely see a thing; your vision blurs and streaks across everything around.
After he eats his fill, Wooyoung returns above and kisses you deeply. Tasting your sweet slick all over his lips. Sliding a tongue in your mouth and kissing you so filthy that your moans are getting trapped.
"Did you like how you tasted, baby girl?" he croons, and your nod vehemently, a giddy smile on your flushed face, your core throbbing in delight and pleasure, your mind completely hazed with the delightful sensations he'd elicited from your body.
Wooyoung grasps the neckline of his t-shirt, tugging it off with ease before carelessly tossing the garment off the edge of the bed. Your eyes dart upwards to the wall before you. He's stripped in a matter of seconds.
Now shirtless and very much naked, Wooyoung swaps positions with you and plants you on top. Straddling his hips, your eyes instantly fall on the tattoos embedded onto his skin. Hands slide up and down your thighs, squeezing gently, and Wooyoung runs his fingers over his own abdomen.
"Go ahead. Enjoy the view," he winks, looking like the smuggest fucker ever.
You trace the lines etched over his ribcage, outlining every symbol inked into his skin. You explore his chest with your mouth, mapping every line, exploring every dip, and leaving marks upon marks in the wake of your lips and tongue and teeth. Your eyes don't miss a detail as you admire his broad shoulders and lean biceps, which flex as his hands grip your thighs.
"You act like you've never seen my tatts before," he scoffs, running his hands through your hair, stroking your head affectionately.
"Not this close and detailed before, no," you respond, eyeing him lovingly.
Wooyoung is all gorgeous, beautiful tattoos and chiseled muscles and every other aspect you've ever fantasized about. He looks like something carved by the hands of god. Everything about him exudes pure power and domination, from his striking eyes to his handsome features to his hardening cock between your thighs. It is everything, and you cannot resist sinking lower, hips rolling and sliding against the hard shaft and velvety sack.
"Why are you torturing me," he hisses as his teeth catch at his lower lip, biting down.
You bite your lip, trying not to laugh. It wasn't intentional. Okay, maybe a little.
"Well," you start, eyeing him in contemplation. He shifts himself on the mattress, hips thrusting, impatiently, but his arms are limp at his side, his body limp and languid, relaxed. He's absolutely content at letting you do as you please. And so, you decide it was time to please him. "Maybe you deserve it," you say, hand snaking its way into his hair, fisting his black locks roughly, while your other hand glides its way over his abs and toned belly.
Your fingers dance up and down the grooves in between the toned muscle, memorizing the feeling and contour of his body. Your nails rake, teasingly, over his chest, stopping just below his collar bones. You give them both a light pinch and a tweak and enjoy watching him groan quietly in response, before continuing downwards, towards the protruding length below.
"Maybe you need someone to teach you patience. How does that sound?" Your fingertips caress downwards, traveling over his pelvis until you reach the base of his manhood. You wrap a fist firmly around the rigid organ. It throbs, twitching, pulsing. Wooyoung inhales sharply. He shudders and his teeth dig painfully into his lip, preventing any further noise escaping him. You look at his face and wait for him to meet your gaze. When his eyes land upon yours, they are dark, molten fire and hunger burns hot behind them.
"Maybe I do," he chuckles darkly, his hands trailing from your legs to rest atop of yours on his chest, a strong, possessive and reassuring hold.
"And you'd deserve it?" you add, moving a bit more closer to him, sliding your sex more closely towards his erection.
"Maybe," he breathes out, lips parting in anticipation, tongue darting out to lick and wet them.
You move to straddle his hips. Your eyes lock with his again, burning, melting. He raises his hands in surrender, silently giving consent, urging you to carry on with whatever you had planned. So you slide your hips towards him and the head of his cock slides up your dripping lips, and you know it will only be moments until his entire girth is fully sheathed inside you, stretching and filling you. You roll your hips again and gasp. And Wooyoung responds with his own soft grunt.
"Can't believe it... Are we really doing this right now...?" he gasps out, mouth open, cheeks flushed pink and eyelids heavy.
"We'll stop if you want," you respond, teasingly.
"Oh hell no, don't stop," he shakes his head, grip getting even tighter on you and cock harder underneath your warmth. "Keep going, keep going. We've gotten this far... let's just... continue..." he croaks out, breathy, chest heaving.
Slowly, you begin rocking your hips into him, and as you do, his cock eases deeper and deeper. Every movement sends electric bolts coursing through your body and leaves you tingling in sheer excitement. You build the momentum as his length plunges further and further inside you, creating an incredible sense of bliss and euphoria to rise within. The tight friction coupled with the exquisite sensations create a whirlwind inside that threatens to drive you wild, and it is not long until you find yourself lost. The sound of heavy panting fills the room, mingled with the soft slapping of wet skin on skin.
Wooyoung flips you onto your back, and he drives his hips harder and faster and rougher. And you welcome every strike eagerly, holding on to his powerful muscles, and basking in the immense ecstasy of the moment.
"Holy hell, woman, are you trying to fucking kill me?" he groans out through gritted teeth and the sweat trickling down his forehead as he continues pounding and pushing deeper inside of your clenching warmth.
Your hands tighten their hold on his back, clinging onto his form desperately, "Only a little bit, Woo. Only a little bit."
A snort escapes from the deep depths of his lungs, "Hilarious. This is the second best experience of my life."
You decide to mess with him, "Second best? Then what was first?" you can't help the giggles threatening to escape the confines of your throat as you watch his face soften.
"Loving you."
"Ugh, cheesy motherfucker," you playfully admonish, burying your face into the crook of his shoulder, stifling the grin threatening to spread across your face. "Love you too," you say, peppering a couple of sweet pecks along his face and neck.
The bed squeaks and you're sure whoever is sharing the wall next to you can probably tell you are getting laid. But none of that matters. All that mattered was the pleasure. You reach for his hand and lace your fingers together as you feel his thrusts become harder and faster.
The pleasure is unreal. Never before have you felt like this. Not once. Every sensation seems magnified as the pleasure rises within you. You revel in his touch. How he makes you feel loved, worshipped.
"I think I'm..."
"Me too, love," he whispers as you lock gazes again. "Together?" he asks breathily.
You can only manage to nod fervently, cheeks stained red and heart pounding rapidly.
And with the next roll of your hips and the deepest push that Wooyoung provides, your walls tighten around his cock. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hipbones. There's no turning back. You allow the sensation to fill and explode and burst forth from every crevice of your being. Everything stops moving, falling, falling... The room swirls. A bright, sparkling white consumes you, and for a brief moment the universe bursts forth and you swear that you have seen the beginning of time and space within these walls.
And then reality hits, and you lay spent, sweaty, satisfied and wrapped in Wooyoung's loving embrace.
And nothing would be the same after.
When you wake up in the morning, Wooyoung is already awake and gazing down at you in awe and wonder.
"This has been such a long time coming," he confesses, caressing your cheek lovingly.
You take his hand in yours and squeeze lightly. "Couldn't agree more, loverboy," you beam up at him, sending the warmest smile he's ever seen radiating on your glowing face.
"God, I feel so great right now," he laughs joyfully, leaning back onto the mountain of pillows behind him. "Just laying here and staring at you is bringing me an insane amount of happiness."
"Aw, come here, you sappy fuck," you motion him forward and he gladly complies, arms circling around your waist as you sit upright beside him, nestled snuggly against each other's frame.
It doesn't matter what you are wearing or what your hair looks like, you are radiant, perfect and stunning no matter what, and the thought brings the largest smile onto Wooyoung's face, because his feelings were reciprocated. And you both found that solace in knowing that you were all each other ever wanted, needed, wished.
"This vacation could not have been any more perfect," Wooyoung sighs contentedly, eyes falling close for a few beats of silence before he looks over to you.
"Maybe we should go on a road trip every summer," you suggest, shrugging your shoulders. "Just you, and me, and a whole bunch of endless highways and a destination in mind... how does that sound, Woo?"
"It sounds like a plan," he beams at you, grinning brightly.
You cuddle close to him and nod your head. "A plan indeed," you agree and kiss him lovingly.
"Just the two of us..." he trails off dreamily as you caress and cradle him close to your chest, the slow rhythm of your beating hearts lulling you both into a sweet slumber.
