MATING: F.Reader x ot13
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THE HOUSE RULES:
1. The omega is never allowed to eat alone unless she asks to - SEUNGCHEOL
2. If she falls asleep on you, carry her to bed. No exceptions - MINGYU
3. Nobody leaves for long amounts of time without scenting her goodbye - JEONGHAN
4. Her nest is neutral territory. Arguments end at the door - JOSHUA
5. If the omega asks anything during heat, the answer is always yes - THE PACK
6. No one is allowed to make her cry and leave the room afterward - WONWOO
7. If she steals your clothes, they belong to her now - MINGYU
8. The omega is not permitted to carry heavy things while alphas are present - MINGHAO
9. Whoever wakes her up is responsible for dealing with the consequences - VERNON
10. Use the omega as you please, but respect is mandatory - THE PACK
11. The omega is not allowed to beg and then act surprised when someone gives in - SEUNGKWAN
12. If she wanders into an alphaâs room after midnight, she knows exactly what sheâs doing - SEOKMIN
13. The omega is not allowed to start things in shared spaces and then complain about being watched - JUNHUI
14. If sheâs whining, someone should probably handle it - CHAN
15. The omega is not allowed to say âIâm fineâ without at least one person investigating immediately - JIHOON
16. Arguments about whose turn it is to use her next must be resolved by rock paper scissors - SOONYOUNG
MEET THE ALPHAS: Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Junhui, Soonyoung, Seokmin, Minghao
MEET THE BETAS: Joshua, Wonwoo, Jihoon, Mingyu, Seungkwan, Vernon, Chan
seungcheol: dying inside, but god, he loves it. heâs gritting his teeth, trying to hold on as you ride him like itâs the only thing you need. âshit, baby, you really gonna use me like this?â heâd growl, hands gripping your hips to guide you. heâs sensitive as hell, but heâll take it, no matter how much it wrecks him, whispering in your ear about how heâll fuck you until you canât walk. (also would love how fast you get wet)
jeonghan: whining at this point, but still so into it. heâs teasing you the whole time, even though heâs losing his mind. âso desperate, huh?â heâd smirk, cock twitching with every thrust. heâd make you grind on him slow, pulling you down by the neck to whisper filthy shit in your ear, making you need him even more.
joshua: fucked out and blushing, but heâs doing everything to make sure youâre satisfied. âyouâre ovulating, huh? canât get enough of me?â heâd pant, voice shaky as you bounce on him. even though heâs close to overstimulation, heâd still talk sweetly, whispering how heâll give you everything you need, no matter how sensitive he gets. (best bf ever award)
junhui: loves how wild you get when youâre ovulating. âdamn, is it day one?â heâd grin, even though heâs groaning from the sensitivity. heâd slap your ass, leaning in to bite at your neck, knowing it drives you crazy, making sure youâre completely ruined.
hoshi: heâs whining from how hard youâre going, but heâs not stopping you. âfuck, babe, Iâm soâahh, fuck, Iâm so sensitive.â heâd gasp, hips bucking into you. heâd grab your thighs, spreading them wider, and mutter, âholy shit, youâre gonna milk me dryâŠâ he pushes deeper.
wonwoo: would be groaning under his breath, but still letting you use him however you want, because he's thebest boyfriend ever :( <33. âshit, babe, I canâtâfuck.â heâs biting his lip, trying to hold it together as you grind down on him, overstimulating him to the max, hands on your waist to pull you closer. heâd stroke your clit softly, just to see you completely lose control.
woozi: heâd try to keep it together, but his voice is cracking with every moan. âyouâre fucking crazy when youâre ovulating,â heâd mutter, barely able to keep up with how desperate you are. heâs thrusting up into you harder, just to make sure you get exactly what you want, because oyu're his princess and his body is completely yoursâyeah, the muscles, everything, all for you.
mingyu: heâs destroyed at some point, but the second he understands why you're that horny, heâs doing everything to keep you going. âyouâre using me like a fucking toy,â heâd gasp, voice shaking from how sensitive he is, but heâs still guiding your hips, making sure you get every inch. heâd talk filthy in your ear, knowing it makes you even hornier.
seokmin: overstimulated as fuck, but heâs still moaning your name, hips bucking into you. âyou need me that bad, baby? oh fuckâ then use me, use me all you want..â heâd whimper, fingers digging into your hips as you ride him like youâre in heat. heâd rub your clit, even though his hands are shaking, just to make you cum again and again.
seungkwan: heâd be a whimpering mess, but heâs loving how wild you get. âyouâre gonna fuckinâ kill me,â heâd groan. seungkwan as an ass lover, heâd grab your ass, slapping it lightly, moaning when you grind harder, telling you heâll let you use him however you want.
vernon: almost dehydrated, and fucked, but heâs letting you take control. âyou really canât get enough, huh?â heâd murmur, voice shaky as you ride him like youâre desperate. heâd bite his lip, but heâs still grabbing your thighs, pulling you closer, muttering how heâll give you everything. because you're his everything.
chan: thinks that his cock will fall at some point, but heâs letting you fuck him senseless. ây-you are so wet that it keeps slipping out babe.â heâd pant, his hands gripping your waist as you ride him. heâd rub your clit, pull your hair, kiss you sloppier & slowly, whispering how fucking hot you are when youâre this needy.
He knew how to push your buttons, rile you up until you were angrily shoving him back.
Heâs so much bigger than you, taller than you, with wide shoulders and a broad chest. He lets you push him around with a cocky smirk only adding fuel to the fire he started in the first place.
Your lips are pulled back into a sneer when you sink down onto his cock. Your body is hot and your pussy swallows every mouth watering inch of his fat cock like itâll be a punishment for him, somehow. Your puffy pussy lips kiss his heavy balls in greeting with each hard bounce you give.
The âplap, plap, plapâ of your pussy smacking his pelvis makes your head spin, but the anger is still thrumming under your skin. Youâre not letting yourself get lost into the feeling of his plump mushroom shaped tip smooching your cervix with little spurts of hot gooey precum. Youâre delusional enough to think youâre showing him with each drag of your pretty cunt coating his cock in your sweet slick.
The air fills with skin hitting skin. Your cute little whimpers canât be held in any longer, they slip from your glossy lips, and mix with the obscene squelches of your drooling cunt that swallows his heavy cock deeper into your wet channel.
His girth stretches your gummy walls wide, filling you up to your limit until youâre feeling him in your stomach, your lungs. Fuck, it feels like he could reach your throat. And you canât help but wrap your fingers around his neck, wanting to shut him up as you rode him into the bed, the floor, the couch - the back seat of his car.
But when you look down at him, you only see his fucked out face, smiling with a lovesick grin as he looks up at you with hearts in his eyes. Your pussy grips his cock tighter and his eyes roll to the back of his head, the love sick grin growing as he bucks his hips up to meet each one of your angry and filthy bounces.
Yes, yes, take your anger out on him. He can handle it. Fuck, he wants it. Itâs why he started the argument in the first place.
A RELATIONSHIP with two street racers is not an easy feat, especially when they break a promise that they made to you. With high egos and risky driving, they seem to forget the most important thing about the person they drive for â their birthday.
PAIRING: street racer! vernon x race engineer!fem! reader x street racer! minghao
GENRE: Established Poly Relationship, Fluff, Angst, Romance
AU: Underground Street Racer AU
TOTAL WC: 13.6K
FIC WARNINGS: boys being stupid because of ego, mentions of alcohol, mentions of food and eating, lots of swearing, mentions of reckless driving, mentions of platonic kisses (forehead/temple kisses), car accidents, injuries caused by car accidents, one character is in a coma for a few lines but he comes to, self-blame, mentions of anxiety, MDNI, soft dom!minghao, switch!vernon, fingering, boy's kissing, dirty talk, oral (f.receiving), cumming, slight overstimulation, playing with breast/sucking on them (do let me know if i've missed anything)
PLAYLIST: for the reason we drive ~ love hao & non
LIV'S NOTES...omg hello!! another fic in like a week?? who is she! LOL
anyways, hi everyone! i'm back with another fic and it's not other than the two in my bias line, v8! this subunit is a little poetic for me, not only because they are my biases but because v8 also dropped on my birthday (everyone around me has heard me freak out about this at least 100 times) so it only felt right to post something for you guys (and for myself) to celebrate this unit coming out and absolutely crushing it!
biggest thank you to my cheerleaders @jakedustry and @orbitondgtl who both have beta-read parts of this fic, made sure that i took breaks while writing this fic as well as sprinted with me to make sure that this fic was finished! also a big thank you to @hopecutie for being a silent cheerleader on the side <3 i love you all and to all the rest who sprinted with me during this race (lol), i love you all! <3
to my v8: i love you both so much, this fic is a love letter to you both and to also slightly feed my delusions lol but the album is amazing and i love seeing you both do something that you love so much <3
without further ado, i hope you enjoy street racers v8!
MAIN MASTERLIST | NAVI
STUPIDITY KNOWS NO BOUNDS
You swear your boyfriends are stupid. You've always known that when boys get together, their intellect goes down by quite a bit but witnessing it in action⊠is a whole other story.
Minghao and Hansol came as a pair. It was rare to find one without the other and in the underground racing world, they were known as the deadliest and fastest duo there ever was. Sure, they were different in many ways â their unique styles in fashion being one of them â but if there was one thing that the both of them loved and shared, it was the thrill of the game. Hence, it wasn't that surprising when rumours started spreading that they also shared something â or someone â else.
Minghao's been on the tense side recently, having made a few minor mistakes in an underground race that he partook in a few days ago. To anyone else, it would've been fine but you know your boyfriend and Minghao is a perfectionist, through and through. He still won the race but you knew that those mistakes were tugging at the back of his mind every time he spaced out when he was home. Hence, he needed an outlet, which so happened to be you.
He mentioned this to you before during one of your solo dates, but your presence has a way of making everything calm. You just have a way to make everything feel easy and his mind that normally races with a hundred and one things, just quietens when he's in your comfort.
However, Minghao wasn't the only one feeling off this week.
Hansol is normally really easygoing. In the time that you've spent dating the two of them, you realized that nothing really phases him and he always thinks with his head, not his heart. However, you know that he's been having trouble with his cars and he's had a few shitty days of bad races on the other side of town. Hence, he needed your comfort just as bad as Minghao did.
This lead to the two of them almost fighting for your time. Normally, you thrive a little on it, loving the effect that you have on them but as the tension kept building over time, you knew that it would eventually overflow if they didn't talk about it.
And overflow it did.
It was a small glare here and there, the atmosphere being a little tense in the room if you weren't there but then it started to get a little more intense when they started to talk to each other with clipped tones over a tiny mistake or two.
You were worried but you knew that they won't get physical with each other because no matter how angry or upset they were with the other, they both were aware and rational enough to know that violence was never the answer.
Racing on the other hand⊠was a free game.
Which leads you to this moment where you are sat next to your childhood best friend, Joshua who also owns part of the underground street racing scene.
"This is so stupid." You mutter under your breath. Joshua gives you a side glance before smirking as he leans back in his chair.
"The racing or the fight?"
"Both." You scoff, rolling your eyes as you cross your arms, your eyes fixed on the monitor that has a multi-camera view for you to see the route plus a tracker on both cars to see who finishes first.
Joshua fixes you with a familiar intrigued and mischievous look. "And here I was, under the impression that they agreed to not race on the same track after what happened two years ago."
You grimace, remembering the reason for that decision. It involved you as well but it was more of a rational decision than an emotional one, a just in case if you will. It was a particularly bad and memorable race for the both of them. You remember waiting in the stands, your anxiety through the roof as the cars revved their engines to start. There were six racers that day, your boyfriends occupying two out of six of the slots. It had started raining while they were waiting for the race to start and although that normally makes the race more interesting as winning is more dependent on the driver than the car, you had a bad feeling in your gut.
Minghao and Hansol had assured you that they would be fine, the two of them giving you a kiss before sliding into their respective cars but, you still felt uneasy. You watched with Joshua from the main room (being both their race engineers) as they sped away, the ache in your chest getting more tense as they went sped down the narrow and wet roads.
It was during the second lap where you noticed something wrong with Hansol's car, causing your heart to drop further in your stomach as you radioed it in. Due to the rain though, the connection was particularly bad which meant that Hansol had trouble hearing you and by the time he connected what you were trying to tell him, it was too late.
His brakes stopped working and his car skidded straight into one of the barriers that was setup, knocking him unconscious. As if it couldn't be worse, you weren't able to convey the information to Minghao, causing the man to crash into the other side of the barrier a few meters away, just to avoid crashing into Hansol.
You felt your heart break as you immediately collapsed into Joshua's arms when you witnessed the crash from the screen in-front of you as you broke into a fit of sobs. Minghao made it out with a minor concussion and a few scratches, having already been prepared for the worst of it but Hansol on the other hand, was unconscious for a day in the hospital.
You refused to leave his side, no matter how much Joshua and Minghao tried to convince you, as you blamed yourself for this happening. If you had just pushed a little harder, convinced them a little harder about the bad feeling in your chest, maybe this wouldn't have happened.
Thankfully, you woke up the next morning with Hansol's arms wrapped around you, accompanied by his soft snores in his hospital bed. You cried tears of relief that woke him up, blinking blurrily at you before he gently comforted you, assuring you that it wasn't your fault.
When Minghao came in a few minutes later, having gone to get the three of you breakfast and saw you in that state, it only took a shared glance between your boyfriends for them to come to the consensus that the they weren't allowed to participate in the same race anymore. One of them always being by your side just in case the worst happened.
However, you guessed that rule went out the window the second they started yelling at each other in a quick fit of anger after you stepped out to do some grocery shopping for the two of them, only settling it when one of them suggested to race.
"I guess men's intellect and common sense really take a toll when they're together." You deadpan, letting out a frustrated sigh.
Joshua feigns hurt. "Hey!" He pouts. "You can't stereotype all men like that."
"I can when you and Jeonghan display the same exact energy when you guys are together."
"Aww and here I was thinking that I was your favourite, sweetheart." You resist the urge to roll your eyes as you glance behind you, seeing Jeonghan walking into the control room, dressed comfortably in a plain white tee with a bomber jacket, jeans and a beanie.
"I'm pretty sure Hao and Non will physically beat you up for even suggesting that, Hannie."
The older man sends you a smirk. "They don't have to know, sweetheart."
"You're dreaming if you think you're her first choice after us, Hyung." Minghao says, his voice crackling as it came through the control room speakers. "I also advise that you tone down on the 'sweetheart' calling, she's known as 'Rookie' and only 'Rookie' to you."
Jeonghan's mouth twitches as clicks his tongue. "Point noted, geez. Don't need to put your claws out." He teases, his hands raising in mock surrender even though Minghao couldn't see him. "Such possessiveness."
You roll your eyes before dishing out the headsets for both the men beside you to connect them to their respective drivers. When they had agreed to do this race, you immediately opted out of being a race engineer for either of them because you didn't want to get in between whatever this was (even though you were already in between it). Hence, you called your two older confidants to give the callouts and to make sure your boyfriends were safe, no matter who won the race. All the radios were connected to one singular channel but you think that each of them having their own space would also be good because that might help to resolve whatever was going on.
Or at least you hope it would.
You grab your own headset, placing it over your head before switching everyone to the general channel with the click of a few buttons on the control panel.
"Test, test. Can everyone hear me?" You ask, slightly adjusting your headset mic.
"Loud and clear, Baobei." Minghao's voice says first making you smile.
"Yep." Hansol clicks his tongue as you hear a little bit of shuffling. "Crystal clear, Angel."
You smile fondly to yourself before you purse your lips and look at the track.
"You know you both don't need to do this." You whisper into the microphone, gnawing at your bottom lip as you try one last time to convince them out of this. "We can talk it out here right now and then go home."
You feel Jeonghan and Joshua exchange a few glances behind your back but you try to ignore them and focus on what your boyfriends are going to say.
"We're already here, Baobei." Minghao says, trying to keep his voice light and airy so that you don't worry. "You also dragged Jeonghan and Shua Hyung here to help us so we might as well make the most of it."
"He's right, Angel." Hansol's voice cuts through and even though you can't see him, you know that he's nodding his head. "We promise we will be safe, we just need to settle this and this is the best way to do it."
Minghao lets out a hum in agreement, making you sigh as you pinch the bridge of your nose. You want to yell at them or tell them off because you can think of a hundred other ways to deal with this without either of them getting upset by the end of the night or in any injuries but, they're too far gone to listen.
"Okay." You steel your emotions, the tone of your voice going neutral. "Ground rules." You say, adjusting the mic once more as you spare a glance at Jeonghan and Joshua. "I want a clean race, you two. You two can shit talk each other as much as you want but if there is any sign of cheating, the two of you are sharing the couch till I say so."
The protest of your sentence is immediate. "What?!" They both exclaim.
"Baobei, you can't be serious." You roll your eyes.
"I am serious, Xu." You chastise, hating everything about this race. "If any harm comes to either of you that is inflicted by the other, I will be pissed."
The line goes quiet at that the tone in your voice indicating to your boyfriends that you are indeed not joking. "Moving on." You say, clearing your throat as you grimace, looking at the route that they chose.
V8.
You don't know whether it's ironic or poetic.
The race starts off with an uphill zigzag path, followed by a ton of different eight round bends that really test a street racer's skill and ends with what everyone calls the leap of faith which is a downhill slope that is so steep, it feels like you're taking a leap of faith.
You describe the course to your boyfriends â even though they probably know it by heart â before setting the race rules. "As you both are aware, there are ramps around as well as shortcuts but use them safely and at your own risk. Shua and I went through just now to remove debris because no one has used this course in monthsâŠ" You click your tongue. "so, take everything with a pinch of salt and be careful."
"Jeonghan and Joshua are here to assist you guys with route guidance and route guidance only. They are not allowed to tell you how close the other is because that's F1 and we don't run motor sports here."
That gets a soft chuckle out of the four men with you as your lips twitch, a ghost of a smile wanting to form.
"Any sign of a Jump, will be considered a false start and the other person will be automatically considered the winner. Lastly, and because I need this fact to be drilled into both your heads, any sign of foul play, I'm calling the race off and both of you are sleeping on the couch. Understood?"
The line is silent for a little bit, making you slightly annoyed as you clear your throat. "Understood?" You ask again, your tone reflecting seriousness.
"Yes." The two of them reluctantly murmur out.
You lean back in your seat with your arms crossed. "Good." You say. "I'll start the countdown."
You click at a few of the buttons on the dashboard as you peer at the time.
11:39pm.
You let out a slow exhale, hoping that this race will end before twelve before you flick the starting switch for the countdown lights.
Red light illuminate the track as you peer at the two cameras beside you that show both your boyfriends in their respective cars.
"I love you both." You whisper out. "Please be safe."
The two of them simultaneously eye the camera that's in their cars as they give you a smile.
"We'll be safe, Angel." Minghao nods, echoing Hansol's sentiment.
"Regardless of the outcome of this race," Minghao starts, leaning in closer to the camera. "We both love you and each other very much, Baobei."
You should feel a little more reassured after Minghao says it and Hansol nods, but you can't help that same uneasy feeling in your gut and chest that something was just about to go wrong. However, you know that both of them are far too deep into this to stop now.
You close your eyes to steel yourself as you let out a slow exhale before you nod at the two older men beside you before you flick the second switch that officially starts the race.
A steady beep rings out through the speakers before the lights change to yellow as Minghao and Hansol rev their engines, which seem to charge your body as well, the antipation of the race leaving your body on edge. "Ready. Get setâŠ"
Your adrenaline rushes and your heart pounds in your ear before the light switches to green and the resounding beep rings through the speakers.
"GO!"
The effect is immediate as your boyfriends speed down the zigzag paths, making you hold your heart race as you watch them from the monitor in-front of you. You silently tune Joshua and Jeonghan out as they advise your boyfriends, having been amateur street racers long before them and just watch the cameras as you will your heart to slow down.
They will be fine. You internally tell yourself as you gnaw on your bottom lip. Right?
You lean back into your seat as you close your eyes, letting the engines roar in your ear as you sigh.
It either ends really well or really badly.
THE EGO FUCK UP
Two laps in and everything is smooth so far. You wince every time one of them makes a risky drift or takes the shortcut that you aren't sure is cleared or not. You had to have lost around a decade of your life just sitting here and watching your boyfriends eagerly battle it out in cars.
"Your drift there was a little risky, wasn't it, Hansol?" Minghao's voice rings out in the joint channel as he smoothly overtakes the younger man. You spare at a glance at his monitor, grimacing as you see Hansol's jaw clenching as he lets out a dark chuckle.
"Just learning from your drift a round ago, hyung." Hansol says coolly. "I need to learn from my seniors, don't I?"
Minghao's face doesn't change but his knuckles turn white at Hansol's words, making you sigh as you click the button that deafens them from the three of you.
"It's going well so far." Joshua gently says, giving you a smile.
You scoff, shaking your head. "If you call the name-calling and insults that rile them up even more and make them reckless, 'going well'." You sarcastically quip, raising your hands to make quotation marks. "Then, yeah! It's going great!"
The two older men share a look as you sink further into your chair, the build-up of anxiety getting a little too much for you.
"Rookie." Jeonghan gently calls, giving you a comforting squeeze on your arm. "Did you try telling them how you feel about all this? I mean, you basically have a free card that you can pull in a few minutes."
You glance at the clock.
11:55pm.
You sigh, shaking your head. "I don't even know if they remember." You admit quietly. "They've been talking about this stupid competition for the last week and whenever they spend time with me, it's to rant about the other one and I'm genuinely so sick of it."
You watch Jeonghan and Joshua share a look before the younger of the two scoots his chair over to tug you into him, letting you rest on his chest. You lean into your childhood friend who is like a brother to you. "What if they actually forgot, Shua?" You ask quietly, your voice cracking slightly.
You feel Joshua sigh underneath you. "I'm sure they didn't, darling." He assures quietly as he presses a kiss to your temple. "They love and adore you too much."
"You can say that again." Jeonghan says with a playful scoff. "Do you not remember your big birthday bash two years ago where they rented out the whole go-kart place with arcade machines?"
You bite back a fond smile as you recall that, you offhandedly mentioned once that you were a big fan of surprises during one of your movie nights with them. You didn't notice it then but they had shared a glance when they heard about it and just started surprising you with things whenever they could.
A bouquet of your favourite flowers here and there. Sometimes they saw a book that you have on your 'to be read' and immediately bought it for next day delivery. They also loved to buy you little trinkets that reminded them of you to put in your display shelf (which is running out of space) in your gaming room.
The biggest surprise was the one that Jeonghan had mentioned where you confided in them that you wanted to try an arcade and go-kart place because you never had the chance to when you were younger. Being the overachiever boyfriends they were, they got you a two-in-one with all your friends.
The two older men beside you were right, there is no way that they don't remember. They hadn't mentioned any plans yet but that was normal if they were planning on surprising you again this year.
You peer upwards at Joshua offering him a soft smile before you do the same with Jeonghan. "Thanks guys." You softly say. "I needed that."
Jeonghan gives you a genuine smile as he ruffles your hair. "We always got you, Rookie. Don't you ever forget it."
Your smile grows wider at his words before something catches your attention from the corner of your eye.
You immediately sit up and stare outside the control room windows to see that it had started pouring. The uneasiness in your gut flares as you gnaw at your lips, looking as the rain hit the control room windows. You dial back into the call with Minghao and Hansol.
Your head spins as you go back into race mode, moving both boys back to the their respective calls with the older ones. "Check tire and car condition with both." You command, making the two older men nod before unmuting their headsets to talk to their respective drivers.
You monitor the route as the rain continues to pelt down heavily. You tune out the men beside you as you switch between the cameras that are left on their respective route. Your eyes flit around the screen as you flick through each camera scene. You let your eyes linger for a few moments to see if there's anything out of the ordinary before repeating the process with the next one.
All is good till you reach camera eighty-four that is right at the last infinity bend. You were about to pass it over when you notice one of the trees swaying a little too much to the side. Your eyes narrow, your finger twitching as it hovers over the microphone button to pull all of them into the collective call.
The tree stops swaying making you breath a sigh of relief before moving your hand from the button. However, your heart stops when you notice something rolling from the corner of your eye. Your eyes immediately flick to it to see a boulder rolling down the nearby mountain. Your blood runs cold as you watch it knock into the nearest tree, breaking it and causing it to tumble down onto the path that both Hansol and Minghao are racing through.
Your adrenaline surges as you press the button, bringing everyone into the general call. The call immediately fills with overlapping conversations from both groups. You vaguely hear them talking about different strategies but you couldn't care less, more worried about the blockage in the road.
"Boys!" You interrupt, immediately halting all the conversations. "I need you both to slow down right now."
There's a brief period of silence before they both immediately start protesting. Minghao is currently just slightly ahead of Hansol, trying his best to not block him.
"Rookie." Minghao calls, his voice serious. "What is it?"
"There's a blockade on the road so I need the two of you to pull out now." Your boyfriends go quiet as soon as you say that, their focus still on the road but you watch as they contemplate your words, as if they are trying to find a workaround to what you are saying.
Your eyes flicker between both the screens as your patience starts to wear thin, your anxiety shooting through the roof. "Hello?!" You ask, your tone one of panic. "Did you guys not hear what I just said? There's a blockade in the middle of the road that the two of you are going to crash intoâ"
"How big is the blockade, Rookie?"
You freeze upon hearing Hansol's question cut through your panic.
"I beg your fucking pardon?" You blurt out, unable to stop yourself as you feel your blood start to boil.
"The blockade, baobei." Minghao affirms but this time with the loving nickname, as if it could placate you from the annoyance you're starting to feel. "How big is it?"
"You guys can't be fucking serious." You answer, your fists slowly clenching on the desk as you feel your anger rising with each word they were saying to you. "Turn back, right now. I'm being serious."
You watch the gears turn in your boyfriends heads before Hansol speaks. "Hyung." He calls, completely ignoring your earlier sentence which makes your heart drop. "How far till blockade and how big is it?"
Joshua looks between you and Hansol's face on the camera footage in-front of you before his eyes flicker towards the route map where time to impact is stated.
Five Minutes.
"Shua." You warn, your tone wavering as you stare at him with a pleading gaze, hoping that he will back up your decision.
"Hyung." Hansol tries again as he takes the lead from Minghao who lets out a groan of frustration, his palm smacking the steering wheel as he watches Hansol pull ahead by quite a bit.
"Hyung." Minghao tries this time. "Time to impact so I know if I can overtake?"
Jeonghan hesitates, watching your head whip to him as he contemplates whether he should tell your boyfriend.
"Hannie." You warn before turning back to your boyfriends.
"Xu Minghao. Chwe Hansol." You warn as you stare at the time until impact on your screen. "If the two of you do not turn your cars around, there will be consequences."
Three Minutes.
"Rookie, we're in too deep to stop here." Minghao sternly says as he changes gear and tries to overtake Hansol.
Your heart lurches as you see how close the cars come to knocking each other. The rain pelts down harder and the road narrows as they round the last bend, meaning they were only a couple of kilometers away from the giant tree that's blocking them.
"Hyung." Hansol presses harder, his grip on the steering wheel tight as he tries to fight of Minghao's advance. "Time to fucking impact!"
Joshua stares at you, almost stunned that the two hopelessly in love men were not listening to you. Your boyfriends in the car start to overlap their yelling, demanding that their race engineers tell them the time from impact so that they can plan accordingly while you sit there, your face pale as your palms begin to sweat.
You're speechless as you watch them still fight it out despite all your words, your heart racing as you watch them get closer and closer to the thing that will be the death of both of them.
One Minute.
"Fuck it." You hear Minghao whisper before he reaches over to turn off the camera in his car. You watch from the monitor as he speeds ahead, causing Hansol to immediately break, to slow his car down before he hits the other male.
"Hyung." Hansol yells. "The fuck are you doing?"
"Winning." Minghao says smoothly as you hear him shift his gears before seeing the car speed up on the monitor.
"Motherâ" With that, Hansol also turns off his camera meaning that the three of you are blind to the egotistical drivers that are down there on the track.
"What the fuck are you two doing?!" You exclaim, standing up now as you slam your hands on the desk, a last ditch effort to get the two of them to turn around. "Please." You plead into the microphone, your eyes getting slightly watery as you watch them get closer and closer to the tree.
"Fifty seconds." Joshua whispers as you fumble with the dashboard in-front of you, flicking through the different cameras there till you found one that showed you exactly where they were on the track.
When you find it, you hit a few more buttons to trigger the path following on the device as you watch the cameras change in-front of you to follow your boyfriend's cars.
They ignore you, still swapping positions with each other as you feel like throwing up, the anxiety in your chest getting too much as you watch them get closer and closer to the tree.
"Guys." You sob out, nearly begging at this point. "Please turn around."
"Thirty seconds." Jeonghan says softly, making you slam your fist against the desk as you watch the distance between them and the tree. You wonder why they're doing this, why they are silent and it hits you like a ton of bricks.
You heart races. They're wearing you down, wanting you to crack and tell them the impact timing because they know you care too much about them. You feel your heart crack as you watch them go down the road.
"Fifteen seconds." Joshua says, his voice in a slight panic as he stares at you.
You angrily wipe your tears away. "Fuck it." You mutter before putting your microphone closer to your mouth. "Ten seconds, blockage is the same size as the fucking truck we saw yesterday."
You sniffle, pushing down a sob. "Good fucking luck." Is the last thing you venomously whisper before you tap out, not wanting to see your boyfriends risk their life for some fucked up competition.
You rip the headset off and slam it down onto the control room dashboard making the two men beside you jump. Without wasting another second, you pick up your things before picking up and walk out the door. Joshua recovers first and is quick to follow, ripping off his own headset to chase after you as you try not to angrily break down.
You don't make it very far as Joshua catches up to you with his significantly longer legs. He pulls you into him with ease as you try to wrestle out of his grip, needing to get away for your own sanity. You're fighting a losing battle as he tugs you firmly into his chest and wraps his arms around your center to keep you from leaving.
When it becomes clear that you aren't able to break out from his grasps, you break down into it instead. Joshua's hand runs through your hair, soothing you as you sob into his chest, feeling all the tiredness and overwhelm that you've been struggling to keep at bay for the last week or so.
"I hate them." You whisper into his chest. "Why are they so fucking stupid."
Joshua sighs as he presses a kiss to the top of your head as he moves his hand to slowly run up and down your back. "Ego, darling." Is what he answers after a couple of seconds. The two of you don't say anything else after that, Joshua letting you focus on regulating your breathing so that you stop crying.
Stupid fucking ego.
The two of you stand like that for a while, Joshua letting you take as much time as you need as your breathing starts to even out. You both hear a scuffle of footsteps, making you lift your head from Joshua's chest to see Jeonghan with his hands in his pocket.
"Are they okay?" You whisper out, unable to help how much you care about your idiotic boyfriends. Jeonghan gives you a weak smile before nodding.
"They both reversed and took a shortcut a couple of metres back." He shoots you a sympathetic look. "The race did end in a tie though."
Your heart drops.
A fucking tie.
All that for a fucking tie.
You close your eyes, a heavy sigh already building in your throat. This couldn't be worse.
The loud sounds of engines revving and drifting makes the three of you turn to the entrance of the outdoor carpark. The lights make you wince as you squint to see your boyfriends arriving. They don't bother to park and just turn off their engines before getting out of the car.
You expect them to walk straight to you first but Minghao instead slams his car door shut hard and walks over to Hansol, cornering him to the side of his car.
"What the fuck was that there at the end, Chwe?!"
Joshua and you blink at the sight as Jeonghan grimaces, remembering how they almost ran each other off the road at the end there.
"Driving, Xu." Hansol replies, his tone dry and pointed as he shows no sign of remorse. "But I could ask you the same for what you pulled at infinity turn forty-eight."
Minghao's jaw clenches. "Watch your tone, Chwe." He venomously seethes, jabbing a finger into the latter's chest. "You forget that I'm the older one here."
"I don't fucking care." Hansol bites back, grabbing Minghao's hand tightly. "Your recklessness nearly ran both of us off the fucking road."
"You did the same fucking thing towards the end there, Hansol."
"Well, like I said, I'm learning from my senior."
Minghao scoffs before leveling Hansol with a glare. "Well, let's fucking go again then." Minghao says as the younger one folds his arms. "If you are that good of a driver and you learned everything from me, you should be able to beat me without the fucking helpline of the tree right?"
"Oh that's easy." Hansol says, a smirk on his face from riling up the older man. "At the end, you wish you had the fucking helpline of the tree as you did today."
You see Minghao fume as Hansol gets up in his space. He shoves Hansol backwards and opens his mouth, ready to tear him a new one.
"Both of you, shut the fuck up!"
The two men immediately freeze, hearing you yell at them before turning to face you, their faces a little pale.
You, on the other hand, are fuming.
"Are you two even listening to the words coming out of your fucking mouths?" You ask, your eyes stinging with hot tears. "You both tried to kill each other out there!" You angrily brush at your eyes as Joshua gives your shoulder a squeeze, trying to ground you.
"Breathe, darling." Joshua whispers into your ear as you glare at the two boys you love so much.
"I told you both that this was a fucking stupid idea and you two wouldn't even listen to me! Your girlfriend that's been with you both for the last three years." You shake your head, your words getting softer and softer as you stare at them, slightly defeated. "You both didn't need to settle this on the stupid track. The three of us talking it out would've solved everything but no."
You glance between the two of them. "The two of you needed to show the other that you were better and broke the promise that you made to me two years ago. Is proving your worth to each other that important?"
Hansol and Minghao share a look before Minghao steps closer to you cautiously.
"Baobei." He softly calls out as he reaches for you. "We didn't mean for this to happen."
Hansol nods, also trying to get closer. "We're sorry that we got angry at each other and for the race. I swear when we do it again tomorrowâ"
You bitterly laugh as Joshua's hand tenses on your shoulder, sensing the oncoming rage. "Tomorrow?" You ask softly.
"Yeah, when we actually can find a winner."
Joshua internally sighs as his grip on your shoulder tightens, hoping that it will help to ground you so that you don't unleash fury on the two men in-front of you. His hope however, goes down the drain when you break out of his hold.
"What the fuck is wrong with you two?" You lash out, the tears flowing freely down your face from how angry you are. The two men are stunned again as they stare at you before you toss your hands in exasperation. "I'm fucking done." You say as a laugh with absolutely zero humour escapes you.
"If the two of you race again tomorrow." You fix them with a hard stare as your heart breaks with the next words that come out of your mouth. "I'm done with you two."
Before either of them could even process what you meant or stop you, you turn on your heel and walk off. It takes one look from your childhood best friend to understand what you need as he gives you a small nod before taking your hand into his and walking off with you to his car. Joshua tosses your boyfriends a look of disbelief before shaking his head at them.
Hansol and Minghao just watch as you get into Joshua's car and leave, speechless and unsure what they did wrong. They fix each other with a look as Jeonghan stands there, looking at the two of them in utter disbelief.
"What just happened?" Are the first words out of Hansol's mouth as he stares at Jeonghan, hoping he knows the answer. Minghao, on the other hand, runs through every possible scenario in his head.
Jeonghan lets out a scoff at the clueless expression on both their faces. "You two are really stupid, you know." He deadpans out, making the two look at him a little more exasperatedly.'
He sighs, realizing that he needs to spell it out for them. "Both of you need to put your fucking egos to the side for second and look at what just walked away from you." He points towards where you and Joshua were. "That girl has been so patient with the two of you for God knows how many weeks, listening to the two of you argue while trying to be the middle ground for you both. She's been dividing her time, without any regard for herself and her well-being and she even let you both proceed with this stupid race despite her begging you not to do it."
Jeonghan shakes his head. "You guys claim that she's the best thing to have ever walked into your lives but because of this stupid fucking race, the two of you forgot the one thing that you promised to continue doing despite however much you were angry at each other." He pins them with a hard gaze. "Both of you broke your promise of remembering important dates."
Hearing that, Hansol immediately pulls out his phone before looking at the date for today.
12:48am on the 29th of June.
Hansol feels his heart shatter as he lets out a wrecked gasp, the date finally clicking in his head. "Hyung." He calls out to his counterpart who looks at him as Hansol shows him the screen. Minghao's face pales as it clicks into his head, his heart dropping into his stomach as his mind races.
Jeonghan watches the two of them go through mixed emotions and the five stages of grief before sighing.
"You two better find a way to fix this." He softly says. "If not, you're going to lose the most important person in your lives."
You can't remember the last time you've felt this empty. After Joshua took you to his place last night, he immediately sprinted to his closet to pull out your favourite hoodie of his and a pair of sweatpants that you left the last time the two of you had a sleepover. He ran a bath for you before he ushered you to it, wanting you to relax as much as possible.
When you had enough of the bath, you walked out of the bathroom to see that Joshua had ordered all your favourites. Stir fried mala sits on the table alongside your favourite bubble tea order as he gives you a smile.
You had given him a look of surprise, knowing how he felt about such an unhealthy combo. He just gave you a simple shrug and responded with a soft, "Figured we could use it today."
Those words alone were enough to cause your eyes to water as your older brother figure immediately plated you a plate with all your favourite ingredients. He passed you the bowl before putting on 'How to Train Your Dragon'. The intro of the movie plays as you leaned against his sofa, staring at the bowl of mala with a frown.
"Do you think I was too harsh on them?" You ask which makes Joshua stop eating, his food halfway to his mouth. He fixes you with a soft look before shaking his head as he places his chopsticks back onto his bowl.
He makes you look at him. "Darling." He softly says. "They were being absolute idiots. You had every right to act the way that you did because they hurt you with their actions. If you didn't stand up for yourself back there, they would've continued acting like that and you were doing what was right for yourself." He fixes you with a look.
"If you didn't do that, I would've probably done it for you anyways."
A soft watery laugh escapes you, which makes a small grin tug on Joshua's face. His hand goes to ruffle your hair in a very elder brother way before he gestures to the food in your hands. "Eat." He softly says. "And watch the movie, we're missing the best part."
You give Joshua a small smile before you nod and scoop up a spoonful of mala to eat. You turn your attention to the movie but you can't help the feeling of emptiness in your chest as you do. You love your boyfriends, you really do but they really hurt you and you couldn't help but feel less important to them. However, you couldn't bare the thought of having to actually break up with them. You loved them, you were sure of that. They filled your life with so much joy that you can't imagine dating or loving someone, the way that you love them.
Yet, on the night where they were supposed to treat you like a queen, ringing in your birthday, you spent it on your best friend's floor with a broken heart.
You sigh as you shake your head, your recollection ending as you stare at the ceiling in the guestroom of Joshua's house. You contemplate just staying in Joshua's house the whole day but you immediately push that thought aside because it's your birthday, you should do something you want to do instead of rotting in your best friend's house.
Luckily, Joshua shares the same sentiment as you.
"That's an amazing idea, darling." He says as he packs a tea to go for you as you're finishing up the special birthday breakfast that he had prepared for you.
Bacon and pancakes with a side of orange juice.
You had smiled when you first saw it, it was a childhood favourite of yours and it definitely brightened up your day just a little more.
Joshua walks over to you, placing the thermos on the table. "You did say you wanted to finish up the car before August so that you could show it to your parents when you go back and see them."
You swallow your last bit of food before nodding, a small smile on your face.
"It's a good distraction for sure." You say quietly as Joshua gives you a sympathetic smile. He glances at your phone that had been laid flat on the dining table.
He raises an eyebrow at it, "They haven't tried contacting you at all?"
You spare a glance at it, the pit in your stomach deep as you shrug. "I don't know." You answer honestly. "Put it on do not disturb as soon as I came here last night." You shake your head. "I don't wanna hear any of their half-excuses at the moment."
Joshua gives you another sympathetic look before reaching over and squeezing your hand. "Well," His tongue darts out to wet his tongue. "Happy Birthday, Sweetheart."
You give your older brother figure a small smile before he leans and gives you a kiss on the top of your head. "I should get going." You say softly, standing up. "Before the calvary arrives because they think they've given me enough space."
Joshua lets out a soft chuckle at your use of words as you give him a quirky smile. You slide your phone into your back pocket as you sling your bag over your shoulders. Joshua stands up with you as he holds your thermos of tea.
"Let's get going then." He says, giving you a smile as he opens the front-door for you.
FIRST MEETINGS
Joshua drops you off at your workshop before he presses a kiss to the top of your head and speeds off with the promise of seeing you after he finishes the errands he needs to run. You bid him goodbye before digging through your bag for the keycard to your garage.
A beep is heard before you push the door open and breathe in the smell that you've grown up with your whole life, your body immediately relaxing at the familiar comfort.
While Minghao and Hansol seek the thrill of the drive, you prefer to know the ins and outs of the machine. You had always been in love with cars, your dad being one of the main engineers for street racers back in the day. You always hung around and helped him grab his tools, your eyes wide with awe as he always manages to find whatever was wrong with the car.
Hence, he trained you for it, letting you take care of the workshop every other day so that you get some hands-on experience. Funnily enough, that wasn't where you met Minghao and Hansol.
It was one of the slower nights in the workshop. You spun on one of the chairs in the garage as you tossed a wrench up and down, your boredom reaching a new high. You almost fell out of your chair when your phone rang, piercing the silence.
"Shua?" You asked, a little confused as to why your best friend was calling you.
"Hey, you busy?" Joshua asked as his background noise booms in the background.
You winced a little at the loud sounds. "No, but where the hell are you? Why is it so noisy?"
Joshua ignored you, telling you that he was going to send you an address and to be there as soon as you could before he hung up the phone. You stared at your phone, bewildered as you wonder what the hell was going on.
You sighed before you made your way to lock up. If there was one annoying thing that your best friend knew how to do, it was to entice you enough that you'd drop everything to see whatever he was doing.
You get out of the car and stared at the underground racetrack with a confused expression on your face. What the hell was your best friend doing here. You walked through the different areas, taking in all the details of the place while keeping a keen eye out for your best friend.
"Darling!" Your ears perked up as you turn to the source of the greeting. You smiled to yourself as you saw Joshua jog to your side before he pulled you into a tight hug. "You made it!"
You scoffed. "You knew that I would come, Shua." You flicked his forehead. "Don't act all surprised now."
Your best friend let out a yelp from the pain before a pout appeared on his lips as he rubbed the spot you just flicked. "You hate me." He whined out, making you scoff.
"If I did, I wouldn't have locked up the shop early for you, dummy."
A ghost of a smile appeared on Joshua's face as soon as you said that statement as he feigned sentiment. You rolled your eyes before you grabbed his hand. "C'mon, show me whatever you want to show me." You muttered, which made Joshua let out a breath of a chuckle before he dragged you away from the current area.
"Why are you at a street racer course anyway?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at your best friend.
"Well, I own this establishment." Your jaw dropped open as you stopped walking, jerking Joshua back a little. He glanced at you, a confused expression on his face which meets your shocked one.
"You own an underground street racing establishment?" You asked, repeating the words slowly as if you had hoped that the words become more believable if you did.
Joshua chuckled at your expression and nodded. "Yep." He said, popping his 'p'. Without another word, he dragged you off towards God knows where as if everything was now suddenly clear.
You rolled your eyes at your best friend as you give up, letting him drag you wherever because you would have an easier time getting answers when Joshua was not so tunnel-visioned on where he wanted to go.
He dragged you through multiple crowds before the two of you appeared in-front of the VIP section. The security guard gave him a once over and a nod before letting the two of you into the closed off section.
"Shua!" A voice boomed over the music, making the two of you whip around to see a man with a leather jacket and jeans on, with a beer in hand. "Was wondering where you hurried off to."
The man glanced at you before a smirk appeared on his lips. "Well, well, well." He whistled out. "Looks like you brought a new friend."
Your best friend let out a scoff before he tugged you closer to him. "Out of your league, Jeonghan."
The man, Jeonghan, feigned a flabbergasted gasp as he placed his hand on his chest. "Ouch, Shuji." He muttered, a fake pout on his face. "Way to hurt a guy, why don't you."
Your best friend rolled his eyes before he said your name to the man in-front of you. "This is Jeonghan."
Jeonghan's expression did a full 360 as he gave you a smirk and a small salute with a wink. "Pleasure to meet you, sweetheart." His eyes twinkled with mischief. "I wonder why Shuji has been hiding you all this time."
"Probably because she's uncomfortable with you calling her sweetheart, Hyung." Your ears perked at the new voice that caused goosebumps to appear on your skin. You turned to see lanky, tall man, who was leaning against a nearby wall with blonde hair and a pair of sunglasses on the top of his head. He donned a white sleeveless shirt that effectively showed off his tattoos that dotted his arms and a pair of dark brown cargo pants with some timberlands.
He eyed you, making your pulse jump at the intensity of his gaze, feeling slightly warm under it. He was definitely one of the most attractive men that you've ever seen. Jeonghan scoffed, shaking his head as a ghost of a smile lingers on his lips.
"Minghao." He greeted, raising an eyebrow. "Where's your counterpart?"
Minghao doesn't answer at first, his gaze unwavered from your figure which makes you fidget slightly, a little exposed under his gaze. He noticed, his lips pulled up into a small smirk before he looked at Joshua and Jeonghan, acknowledging them for the first time since he had arrived.
"Hansol went to grab the two of us a drink." He answered easily before he pushed off the wall and made his way over to you.
"Are the two of you not racing today?" Joshua asked with a raise of his eyebrow. Minghao nods at that.
"We are. Hansol's just grabbing us some sparkling water before we have to head for the drive."
He stopped walking as he reached your side, his gaze calculated as he stared at you.
"Minghao." He said after a beat, reaching out his hand for you to grab. You blinked, a little stunned by how forward the handsome man was being before you took his hand into yours as softly replied with your name.
Minghao's lips quirked a little when he noticed your cheeks heat up as he tested how well your name rolled off his tongue. The air felt a little charged and dangerous as he held your gaze, your heartbeat in your ears before he pulled his hand back when someone held out a drink for him.
Everyone's gaze fell on the newcomer who made your breath hitch. There stood a man with the most gorgeous face and mullet that you've ever seen. He was dressed comfortably in a sleeveless ripped hoodie with ripped skinny jeans and a pair of gloves on.
"Ah, there he is." Jeonghan said, his gaze twinkled with mischief as he looked between you and the boys. "Hansol, meet Shuji's best friend."
Hansol's eyes pierced through your soul as he gave you a once over, just like Minghao had done before he held out his hand for you to shake.
"Pleasure to meet you." You felt hot under their gaze as you muttered the same, shaking the man's hand.
Jeonghan clapped his hands. "Right, not to be the weird party pooper here." He said cheekily, causing your cheeks to heat up more as he gave you a wink. "But I think our racers need to get to their starting positions and we should probably head up to the main control booth.
Jeonghan hooked an arm around Joshua's shoulders before he dragged him a little, making Joshua lose his grip on you. The older man gave the three of you a look before he dragged your best friend with him, despite his protests.
"Come find us when you're done, sweetheart." Jeonghan threw back to you with a shit-eating grin on his face. You silently cursed the man that you just met as you felt the heat of the two good-looking men's gaze on you.
You turned to them, a timid smile on your face as you shifted uncomfortably.
"Is this your first time at an underground race?" Hansol asked, noticing the minor fidgeting you were doing. You let out a nervous breath of a laugh as you nodded.
"Is it that obvious?" You wondered aloud as you eyed the two of them. A faint smirk appeared on Hansol's face as he nodded.
"Just a little, you look a little out of place." Your heart stuttered at that as you frowned.
"Like I don't belong?" You asked.
"Like you're a little too innocent for the likes of this." Minghao answered before he took a sip of his drink. The low rumble of his words made your stomach flutter as you willed for the heat on your cheeks to disappear.
"Is that a bad thing?" You asked, your voice soft as you peered upwards at the two of them.
The two shared a glance as you watched a common understanding pass through the two of them before they turned back to you as Minghao shook his head.
"Not at all, Baobei." He said, leaning in closer. The nickname made your heart stutter as Hansol leaned in as well.
"Just means we got a thing or two that we can teach you, Angel." The double meaning of his words and the low rumble of his voice made your stomach do flip flops as they stared intensely at you, making your knees feel weak.
A sound was heard from the speakers before you could even reply, which effectively broke the spell and hold that the two of them had on you. They glanced at the speaker.
"Well," Minghao drawled out. "That's our cue."
Hansol nodded as the two of them took a step back from you. "Will you cheer us on?" Hansol asked making you blink at them as they stared at you in anticipation.
"Probably." You answered. "I mean the two of you are the only drivers I know." You blurted out before even having the chance to stop yourself.
Minghao's smirk grew as he gave Hansol a look.
"Good." He said before he reached out and gave your hair a small ruffle. "Let's keep it that way."
You swear your heart skipped a beat or two after he said that as Hansol fixed you with a smirk. "See you after the race, Angel." He sealed off his sentence with a wink. "Can't wait to get to know you better."
With that, they left you standing there, a little dumbfounded as they prepared for their race. You stayed glued to the spot for a few minutes before you shook yourself out of it and composed yourself as your thoughts raced.
You had no idea what you had just gotten yourself into but as you recalled their faces through your mind, you bit back a grin.
What was the worst that could happen?
KISS AND MAKE UP
You don't know how many hours you've spent working under the hood of your dream car but when you pull yourself out from under it and actually check your phone after wiping your hands on the washcloth, it's already 5pm.
You sigh before you let your eyes drift lower to stare at your lockscreen. It's a picture of the three of you during one of the first few underground races after the three of you made it official. You feel your emotions get stuck in your throat as you see the big smile on your face as Minghao and Hansol just stared at you, a soft and fond smile on both their faces as they looked at you instead of the camera.
You feel your heart clench as you contemplate checking your notifications. You sigh before you turn off your 'do not disturb' and let the notifications roll upwards.
62 Missed Calls from Hansolie <3
48 Missed Calls from Hao <3
22 Unread Messages from Hansolie <3
24 Unread Messages from Hao <3
296 Unread Messages from 'The Reason We Drive'
2 Unread Messages from Hannie
1 Missed Call from Shua
1 Unread Message from Shua
You sigh, placing your phone back face down onto the desk as you smack your face lightly. "Get it together." You mutter to yourself. The amount of time you spent here really did help to clear your head but with all the muck and grease over yourself, you really need a shower before you even think about answering any of those messages.
You huff before pushing yourself off of the desk and tidy up your workspace before going to the washroom to take a shower, the dirt and grime making your skin crawl. You step out of the shower in a pair of ripped jeans, a fitting top with a windbreaker and sigh, feeling a lot more refreshed.
You walk back to your workshop, using the towel to dry off the remaining bits of water in your hair when you freeze, noticing the door to your garage open. You frown, recalling that you had shut the door behind you because you remember hearing the magnetic lock click in place after you did.
You slowly creep to the workshop as you hear some shuffling inside as well as some soft voices. You peak your head through the door before your heart stutters. Out of all the people you were expecting to see, Hansol and Minghao leaning against your workshop table, talking more than they had in the last few weeks, wasn't one of them.
"What the hell." Are the first words to leave your mouth, which alerts the two men who whip around to see you standing there, looking super confused.
The two man immediately scramble to stand up as they give you a nervous look, fidgeting every few seconds. You eye them skeptically as you slowly walk into the workshop, the towel still in your hands as you glance between them.
"How did you get in here?" You ask, a small frown on your face as you scrunch your eyebrows. "Better question, how the hell do you guys even know about this space?"
The two share a glance as you cross your arms.
"We might've dropped by Shua Hyung's house." Minghao admits, scratching the back of his neck. You raise an eyebrow at that, urging them to continue.
"We might've begged him to tell us where you were and when he wasn't looking, stole the keycard for your workshop." Hansol finishes.
Your eyes narrow. "How did you even know that keycard was for here?"
Hansol lifts up the keycard and stuck onto the card was a label which had your name and garage behind it in a cursive font. You roll your eyes. Of course your meticulous best friend had labeled the keycard so that he wouldn't forget what it was for.
The workshop has always been a sacred place for you, you never really told anyone about this place since your father had given it to you and it was a place for you to come to when you needed some sort of escape.
Joshua was the only one who knew about it because he had dropped by many times when the two of you were younger and after your dad had given it to you, it felt right to give him a keycard for access at all times.
"Well," You huff, unable to escape the inevitable conversation anymore. "You guys found me. I'm fine and you guys can go now." You try to step around them to retrieve your things when Hansol reaches out, gently grabbing your hand.
You've always been a little weak to either of their touch so it's no surprise when he's able to easily pull you back to stand in-front of them. You internally curse yourself for being a little easy but you still refuse to meet their eyes.
"Baobei." Minghao softly calls, ducking his head a little to try to meet your eyes. You stubbornly look away, making the older man sigh. "Can you look at us, please?" He softly begs, his tone sounding a little exhausted, almost as if he didn't sleep well.
You refuse, gnawing on your bottom lip which makes them change their strategy.
"Angel." Hansol starts, fidgeting with his hands. "We're sorry."
You stare at the floor as he continues. "We were stupid and let our egos get the better of us because we were frustrated at ourselves. We didn't mean to take it out on each other and more importantlyâŠ" You feel Hansol grab your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "We didn't mean to take it out on you."
You purse your lips, still refusing to answer as you feel Minghao approach you before he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest as his head sits on your shoulder.
"We're also sorry for breaking our promise to you, to keep you happy and to always remember the special days. Even though we didn't mean to forget, it's no excuse because you mean the world to us and we're sorry that we didn't listen to you."
You feel Minghao brush a kiss to the side of your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "Please forgive us."
You internally sigh before composing yourself as you pull out of their grasps to fully look at them. "It really hurt when the two of you wouldn't listen to me." You softly say as you fidget with the zipper of your windbreaker. "It felt like nothing I said mattered to you guys and I was just a personal comfort thing for both of you. It was like I didn't actually matter in this equation between the two of you when we're supposed to be in a relationship together."
You feel your eyes start to prick with tears as you sniffle. "It felt like I was just walking on eggshells in myâ our own apartment, the one place that I am meant to feel the safest and I⊠I grew tired of it." You glance between the two of them as you watch their faces crack, the guilt in their eyes evident. "I was only there when you needed someone to rant to or someone to affirm what you guys were angry about. Neither of you asked me about my day or even cared enough to see if I had eaten. Even when I was tired, I still felt like I needed to cater to you two because I love you both so much and seeing you both fight really broke my heart."
You see their hands twitch, especially Hansol's, who wanted nothing more to reach out for you, to comfort you, but they were waiting for you to finish, not wanting to interrupt you.
"I don't really care that the two of you forgot my birthday." You admit softly, taking a step closer to the two of them. "I just didn't want you to get hurt because I love you both with everything I am and I can't imagine my life without the two of you."
As soon as you finish your sentence, Hansol is up from the desk and he all but tugs you into his warm embrace, his breathing a little shaky as his whole body wrecks with emotions.
"Angel." He softly breathes out into your ear, his voice shaky and soft, as if he was scared that you were going to disappear if he spoke any louder. "We're so sorry. We didn't mean to make you feel like you needed to take on the weight of the world. It was stupid of us and we were only thinking of ourselves and we know that it's no excuse but we want to make it up to you, please."
You bit the inside of your cheek, to will the tears that dot your waterline to not flow over as you breathe in Hansol's comforting woody scent before you smell a hint of an earthy light scent as Minghao wraps his arms around you as well, placing a soft kiss to your temple.
"He's right, Baobei. You have every right to be angry with us and you should care that we forgot your birthday. It's the one day where we're meant to celebrate you. Not that we shouldn't celebrate you everyday anyway, but it's the one day where the universe blessed us with you by bringing you into this world. We can't imagine not having you in our life and we're sorry that we let our ego get the better of us. We shouldn't have fought over who is more worth your time but be grateful that you choose to spend your time with us and love us despite how flawed we both are."
You peer upwards at the older man who gives a soft kiss to your forehead. "We love you." Minghao says, his voie barely above a whisper as he pulls back from you and gets on his knees, making your eyes widen as Hansol does the same.
"Please forgive us."
You glance between the two of them on their knees for you as a bewildered giggle escapes you as you smile at them, wiping away the tears in your eyes.
"You're both idiots." You say as you reach for both of them to tug them up. "Please get off the floor."
A ghost of a smile of relief lingers on Minghao's lips as he shakes his head. "We can't." He says, tugging you closer to the two of them, which makes a surprise giggle escape from your lips. "You need to forgive us first, Baobei." He says, bringing your hand to his lips as he brushes a kiss onto them.
Hansol nods, as he places his hand on the back of your thigh, making you squirm a little as he looks up at you. "Please say you forgive us, Angel."
You glance downwards at them as you realize the position that the three of you are in. Heat pools on the underside of your belly as you see the way that they catch on too, their eyes darkening beneath you.
You swallow before feigning a ponder, trying to keep your heart from racing. "WellâŠ" You drawl out as you look between the two of them. "Maybe the two of you should show me how sorry you are." You softly say, letting your eyes pierce into theirs as you watch their pupils dilate slightly. "Then maybe, I'll forgive you."
There's silence for a little bit as they share a glance before they turn back to you with a smirk on both their faces.
"With pleasure, Baby."
Those are the last words that fall from Hansol's mouth before your boyfriends move. Minghao stands and pulls you into a searing kiss that elicits a gasp from your lips, making him groan as he slides his tongue into your mouth. Hansol, on the other hand, moves his hand upwards and under your shirt before he pushes himself up slightly on his knees to be able to kiss all around your stomach.
You feel yourself getting wetter at their touch as they continue to overstimulate you with their touch, each making your knees weaker and weaker. You let out a whiny moan as Hansol starts to tease your nipples, pushing your bra upwards for easier access. Minghao bites lightly on your bottom lip, making your mind blank as he continues to kiss you as if you are providing him with the oxygen to breathe.
Minghao pulls away, pressing two chaste kisses on your lips as the two of you catch your breath before your boyfriends move you towards where your car is. Hansol rips the canvas off of the car and lets out a low whistle as he catches the make and model of it.
"Damn, Angel." He looks at you, his eyes filled with lust as he gives you a smirk. "A baby blue 2004 Mazda RX-8?" You blink at him, slowly registering his question as you nod, your brain still foggy.
Minghao sends his partner-in-crime a smirk as he pulls you toward the car to lay you on the hood of it. He hovers above you as he eyes you up and down and devilishly smirks at how wreckced you already look.
"What a perfect car," He hums as he unbuttons your pants and pulls it down along with your underwear in one swift motion, making you gasp as the cold air hits your wet pussy. "To fuck you on."
Before you even have a chance to register his words, his mouth is on you, eating you out like a starved man. You gasp as your back arches and your eyes bulge. Hansol is next to you in a matter of milliseconds, his hands tight on your waist which effectively stops your squirming.
"Shhh." Hansol coos as he spots a few tears leaving your eyes. "Be a good girl and let Hyung eat you out like you deserve." Those words make your mind blank more as Minghao captures your clit into his mouth and sucks as it, groaning a little which sends a wave of pleasure through you as the vibrations roll through your body.
Your eyes roll as Hansol takes the opportunity to lift your shirt and bra up fully and over your head, his one hand still steady on your waist before he dips his head and wraps his mouth around your right breast.
You let out a loud moan as Hansol massages your breast while sucking and nipping at your right one. Minghao takes that chance to dip his tongue into your hole, fucking you with his tongue that makes you lose all sense of your sanity.
"Fuck." Minghao drawls out as he glances upwards to see Hansol switching and continuing his ministrations on your other breast. "You taste so heavenly, Baobei."
You whimper at his praise as he dips a finger into your folds, making you let out a gasp as he gathers your wetness onto them.
"Want a taste, Hansol?" Hansol is quick to pull away and take Minghao's fingers into his mouth, sucking erotically as he eyes you, making your jaw drop open as that gesture causes you to clench around nothing.
Minghao notices and smirks as his pupils dilate more. "Think you need a better taste, Non." Minghao all but whispers as he pulls his fingers out of Hansol's mouth with a soft 'pop'. "Want it?"
Hansol nods, making Minghao smirk as he pulls Hansol in for a kiss, licking into his mouth to let the younger man taste the remnants of you on his lips. You, however, are not forgotten as Minghao sinks two fingers into you without warning, making your eyes roll backward as he fingers you, hard and fast.
Your boyfriends pull away from each other, panting as Minghao gestures his head towards you. "Go on." Minghao goads, his voice low. "Eat her out while I finger her, Hansol."
That's all the command that Hansol needs before his mouth is on you, making you let out a loud broken moan, your legs shaking as their touch brings you closer and closer to the edge. Minghao, who notices that you are pursing your lips, a tell that you are almost close, immediately angles his fingers until they hit your g-spot inside of you.
The first time he hits it, you nearly cum on the spot from the shock of it, your body wretching upwards and making Minghao's angle change.
He looks at you with a slightly disappointed look as he shakes his head before his other hand moves to pin you to the car. "Be good, Baobei." He says sternly as he fixes you with a pout. "We can't make it up to you if you thrash around like that, so be still and let us give you what a birthday girl deserves."
Before you could even sob out a reply, Minghao captures your lips into a searing kiss as he re-angles his fingers to hit the same spot, harder now. You whine into his mouth as he licks and nips at your lips as Hansol sucks on your clit hard.
You feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your right hand gripping and pulling at Minghao's hair which indicates that to him. He pulls away from your lips before leaning down to your ear.
"Be a good girl and cum for us, Baobei." He whispers, his voice rumbly and low.
That command is all it takes as you let out another whiny moan before the coil in your stomach snaps and you cum all over Hansol's mouth. Hansol doesn't complain. In fact, he does the opposite and groans into your pussy as he begins to lap up at your elixir, not wanting to waste a single drop.
You feel like you've just seen the stars as Minghao coos sweet words at you and gives you soft pecks as his fingers still move inside of you, chasing the high of your release. You lets out a whine, your body shuddering as you feel the start of the overstimulation, making your hand fly to Minghao's arm.
He glances at it and nods before he nudges Hansol, lightly with his foot. Hansol immediately pulls away from your pussy, the lower half of his face shiny with your slick, making your cheeks heat up as he gives you a slightly dazed smile.
You whimper as Minghao's fingers slide out of you, still sensitive from cumming. He brings his fingers to his mouth and leaks them clean while staring straight into your eyes making the butterflies in your stomach flutter as he groans.
You glance around for Hansol who is back at your desk, digging around your table for a little bit before he finds what he is looking for. He returns with some wipes and a bottle of water from his bag as helps you to sit up. He opens the bottle in one quick twist before placing a straw into it.
"Slowly." He gently mutters as he watches you drink the water. "Don't want you to choke."
Your heart warms at his concerns as he opens the wipes and hands one to Minghao. You watch, with the bottle in hand, as your boyfriends wipe you clean, making sure to be extra careful around your private parts as they don't want to overstimulate you. Minghao helps to pull up your underwear and pants as Hansol helps you adjust your bra and your shirt, brushing it downwards so that it doesn't wrinkle.
Hansol presses a chaste kiss onto your lips as he helps you to fix your hair, causing you to give him a small, lovesick grin which he returns before he plants a kiss onto your nose, making you giggle.
Minghao smoothens out your ripped jeans before rising and planting a kiss onto your forehead. "Do you forgive us, Baobei?" He wonders softly, looking at you at eye level as you give him a soft grin before nodding.
"I do." You say, giving him a quick peck on his lips. A cute smile appears on his face which makes your heart race as Hansol takes the bottle of water from your hand and shifts the straw for himself to drink.
"Good." Hansol hums after he gulps the water down. "Would be pretty awkward for the two of us to go to your birthday dinner without you."
Your heart flutters at his words as you glance between the two, a smile of excitement appearing on your lips. "Really?"
The two of them look a little offended by your question as they crouch down to meet your gaze a little better as you still sit on your dream car.
"Angel." Hansol starts, grabbing your hand into his. "We were serious about making it up to you. We will never ever forget your birthday again for the rest of our lives and if we do, you have full permission to leave us."
That pulls a soft giggle out of your lips, making Hansol crack a small smile as Minghao continues. "We love you, Baobei. We were in the wrong and we also re-promise that the two of us will not be on the same track ever again. Just because we always want one of you to be here with us because baby, you might not need us, but we both sure as hell need you."
You feel your chest ache at their words as you squeeze both their hands. "Silly boys." You mutter glancing between the two of them. "I sure as hell need you both too. So don't ever say something silly like that ever again."
Your boyfriends flash you smiles before you stand up, tugging them up with you.
"SoâŠ" You eye the two of them eagerly. "Where are we going?"
Your boyfriends sneakily glanced at each other before giving you a knowing smile.
"You'll see."
FOREVER AND ALWAYS
"I love you both so much." You sigh out, glancing at your boyfriends who are lying on either side of you on the grassy hill that they took you too. "This is absolutely perfect."
Minghao gives you a grin as he pushes himself up, leaning on his elbow. "Well, we know that you didn't want a big birthday bash this year so we decided that it should just be the three of us. Plus," He darts his tongue out to wet his lips. "Hansol and I had a lot of apologizing to do."
"And I forgive you both." You mutter. "You both planned an amazing birthday for me."
It's true, they had.
After they helped you to pack up the rest of your garage, you guys dropped by Joshua's house to give him back his key, which led to a twenty minute sigh-lecture fest from your childhood best friend before you physically had to push your boyfriends out of the door so that he doesn't rip them a new one for stealing from him.
You promised the two that they would get keycards from you in the coming days because you trusted them and it was honestly something that you should've given them a year or two ago.
Hansol was particularly interested in that because he wanted to help you out with fixing the car and learning from you. "It will probably help me to be a safer and better driver." He hums out in the car. "Not many racers have the knack for knowing what's going on in the organs of the car."
Minghao had scoffed at Hansol's word choices but was excited to see you in action, all the same.
They drove you to one of the nearby taco truck that is your go-to and ordered a few before they drove you to 'Lover's Hill'. A stargazing spot that had been on their mind for ages.
The three of you ate happily as they asked you to talk about the car before you guys started to stargazing at the beautiful night sky.
"It's our pleasure, Baobei." Minghao softly says as he leans in to press a kiss to your temple. "You are the reason we do this, y'know?"
You tilt your head to the side. "To do what?"
"Drive." Hansol answers, making you peer at him as he too, leans on his elbows. "You're the reason we drive."
You swear you're going to break down into a second fit of sobs if they continue to say things like this to you. "I love you both, so much."
Hansol and Minghao grin at you. "We love you more, Angel."
"Forever and always, Baobei."
You smile up at them before giving a thought crosses your mind, making you give them a small smirk. "Y'knowâŠ" You drawl out, pushing yourself up and leaning on your palm as you glance between the both of them. "This hill is called 'Lover's Hill for a reasonâŠ"
Your boyfriends share a glance before turning back to you, small smirks on both their faces.
"Oh, really?" Minghao asks softly, leaning in closer. You nod, your breathing hitching slighly at how close they're getting.
"Maybe you should enlighten us, Angel." Hansol says, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip.
You look between the two men in-front of you and smile to yourself at how much love the three of you have for each other and looking at them, you honestly see forever.
You and Minghao tend to flirt whenever you cross paths, but you didn't think he was actually interested in you. Things taken an interesting turn when he decides to chase after you.
âą đ đđ§đ«đ(đŹ): smut with plot, romance
âą đŹđŠđźđ đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: dom minghao, bratty reader, choking, unprotected sex, mentioning the traffic light system, masturbation, lots of making out, big dick minghao, oral (fem rec), hair pulling, fingering, nipple play, body worship, multiple positions, overstimulation, squirting, minghao talks mc through it. nicknames: starlight, baby, good girl (hers) baby (his)
âą đ«đđđąđ§đ : 18+
âą đđ§: shout out to @haologram for influencing me to write this one. Thank you @svtts for beta reading. divider by @/saradika-graphics.
When it comes to Xu Minghao you never planned on starting anything with him. In the last six months heâd been frequently playing DJ sets at the club you work at. You've watched as countless girl fawn over him. The funny thing is, he has all these women falling at his feet, but he never hooks up with any of them.
Minghao has been a big hit in the DJ scene for a while before he started playing at your club, his residency has brought in a lot of people. He's had a lot of women come to his set with the intentions of hooking up with him. He has a strict rule about not hooking up with fans. The last thing he needs is for things to get messy and for rumors to start flying around about him.
It's after three in the morning and the club is finally cleared out of anyone who isnât staff. You've been working as a bottle girl here for about three years now. The money is good, and the tips are even better.
The second the last customer leaves, you run to your locker and grab your oversized grey zip up hoodie. Seungkwan is in charge the club, and he keeps the ac at an Arctic temperature. You've had goose bumps on your arms for most the night. Standing in by the bar, you're chatting with Wonwoo, the bartender, whilst counting your tips. Any night Minghao has a set he tends to bring in big spenders.
"Did you end up giving Minghao your number?" Wonwoo asks as he's putting glasses away.
Turns out when the a star DJ asks for your number, the entire club will know immediately. You and Minghao tend to flirt whenever you cross paths, but you didn't think he was actually interested in you. You were surprised when he asked for your number tonight before his set.
"I don't fuck coworkers." You say slapping down Wonwoo's part of your tips on the counter.
"I wouldn't call a famous DJ your coworkers?" Wonwoo reaches over grabbing the cash.
"We're both contracted by Choi Seungcheol right now. So that makes him my coworker."
"He's the talent and youâre a bottle girl. You're not coworkers." Wonwoo rolls his eyes at your comment. "You know he's very picky about who he dates right? He's not some manwhoreâŠ" A few of your coworkers are friends with Minghao and you know he's not someone who tends to sleep around, but that doesn't matter to you.
"I know, but I'm not trying to be his booth baddie." You tug your hoodie closer to your body.
"You're funny." Wonwoo barks out a laugh.
"How so?"
"You were complaining about being single and unintentionally celibate last month, and now you have a guy clearly interested. And he's not some asshole, he's a nice guy." You vividly remember complaining to Wonwoo. in a not so polite way, that you were accidentally celibate and you, were losing your mind.
"Maybe I like being celibate?" That's a lie, Youâre actually so horny, to the point that youâre starting to lose your mind. There is only so much your pretty pink vibrator can do for you.
"Celibate?" Your eyes go wide at the sound of Minghao's voice behind you.
Wonwoo bites his lip, holding back a smile. "Yes, our darling sunshine here, is accidentally celibate."
"Sunshine?" Minghao raises his brow, leaning against the bar.
"Wonwoo likes to tease me and call me that." You glare at Wonwoo.
"You remind me more of starlight." Minghao's words suddenly send butterflies fluttering around your stomach.
Wonwoo slowly backs away from the bar, giving you privacy with Minghao. Most of the crew has gone home at this point. You three are the only ones out in the main area.
"So?" He's comfortably leaning against the bar, giving you his undivided attention. A smile tugs at his lips, as his eyes wander across your body. "You're accidentally celibate?"
"It's intentionally now." By the way he's looking at you with his big eyes, you might not be celibate for much longer.
"Are you lying you to me?" He cocks his head to the side.
"My sexual activities shouldn't be your concern." You lean in poking his chest.
His tongue wets his lips. He grabs your hand before you can pull it away. "I would like it to be, but it seems you arenât interested in me."
Cocking your head to the side, you study him for a moment. "Who said I'm not interested?"
"I asked for you number, and you said no." He releases your hand.
"I'm not in a place to be dating someone." It's not a lie. Your last relationship kind of messed you up, and recently you've been trying to focus on yourself. So technically, you told him no because you don't fuck your coworkers, and you know he doesn't fuck around, he's the type that likes to be in a relationship.
"So that why you said no?"
"That and I don't fuck my coworkers."
He leans in close, testing the waters. "I'm not your coworker, babe." His words send a shiver down your spine. "So think of another excuse."
"I'm not going to be your girlfriend."
He leans in even closer, his lips are so close you can practically taste his peppermint chapstick. "At this point I don't care. You've got me so riled up, we can just fuck. Your celibacy can end tonight."
Looking past him, you check to see if anyone is around. The last thing you need is for this to start spreading around the club like a wildfire.
"Did you just want my number so we could hook up?" You pull back, giving yourself a little space.
"No, but at this point I'll take anything you'll give."
You lean against the bar, trying your hardest to appear confident. "Who said I'm willing to give anything?"
He squints his eyes at you for a moment. "Fine starlight, I won't chase you if you don't want me to." He pushes himself away from the bar. "Maybe I'll call up the other bottle girl. The red head slipped me her number tonight." You've never been a jealous girl, but the idea of Minghao hooking up with your coworker after this, sends a feeling of jealousy rushing through your veins.
"You clearly don't take rejection well. Did the fame go to your head Mr. Famous Dj?" You take another step towards him.
He rolls his eyes, he takes a step closer to you. "I've been rejected plenty of times, I've just never wanted someone like I want you."
"One night." You lean in so your lips are near his. His hands reach out, grabbing the unzipped part of your hoodie. "Show me what you got."
"Your place or mine?" He whispers before crashing his lips into yours. He tugs you closer to him by your hoodie.
"Yours, I want the full experience."
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Walking into Minghao's apartment, you're quickly reminded of just how rich he is. Thereâs expensive art on the wall and sitting on his table is a Louis Vuitton duffle and matching bag. His apartment is basically a penthouse.
Walking into his place, you take off your shoes and walk towards the huge window. The view he has is absolutely beautiful. The massive window overlooks the bright city below.
The quiet footsteps behind you is a reminder Minghao is by you. "This place is nice." You look over at him.
"Not too bad for a fancy DJ, right?" He lets out a little chuckle.
"You, Mr. I don't do one stands, like me enough you're okay with one night?"
Minghao reaches over he pinches your chin, making you look directly at him. "I'm convinced, I'm going to fuck you so good you'll beg me for more." Your lips part, you want to make a bratty come back, but he's rendered you speechless. "Cat got your tongue?"
Silently, you blink up at him.
"Go to my room, it's the one at the end of the hallway on the right. Strip naked and sit on my bed." He releases your chin.
You've never had a man speak to you like this, and it's absolutely thrilling. All you can do is nod. Turning on your heels you head off to his room.
Opening the door you're greeted by a large bedroom. One of the walls is a full-length window that looks out onto the city. His king size bed is against the wall with expensive looking bright white sheets.
You take your time stripping away all your clothes and with neatly folding them and placing them on the dresser. You aren't sure what Minghao is doing, but you don't want to disobey his orders.
Sitting on the bed fully naked, you patiently wait for Minghao to join you. The door opens and he slowly walks in, holding a glass bottle of water. He places it on the dresser, slowly walking towards you.
He pulls his shirt off, tossing it into the hamper by the dresser. "I need to ask, what are your boundaries?"
"Are you into bdsm stuff?" Nothing about this man radiates hard dom to you.
"No, not particularly. I just feel like you like being bratty, and you clearly want someone to put you in your place."
Tilting your head to the side, you take you time studying him. "What if I want you to treat me like a princess?"
He leans in so his face is right in front of yours. "Tell me exactly what you want."
"I want you to fuck me. I don't want some hard dom experience. I'll give you control, but I'm not gonna be some submission pillow princess."
"What's your safe word?" His face is still right in front of yours.
"We can use the traffic light system."
He pulls back. "Okay." He doesn't say anything for a moment. "Crawl onto the bed fully. Spread your legs and start playing with yourself." You've definitely never had man say that to you before.
"Okay." You scramble back on the bed.
Your head rests against the plush pillows. Instinctively you spread your legs. Your eyes stay trained on Minghao, your hand dips between your legs. Sliding your fingers through your folds, you're instantly embrassed by how wet you are.
A soft gasps passes your lips, as your fingers rub your clit.
Minghao stops watching you, and turns his back. He works on removing the rest of his clothes until he's just as naked as you. Your eyes stay locked on his back. Sliding your fingers further down, you dip them inside your needy core.
Low moans leave your lips. You had zero intentions of playing with yourself whilst Minghao refused to touch you.
"Haoâ" his name is a sinful prayer.
He looks over his shoulder raising his brow. "Yes?"
"Pleaseâ"
"Please, what?" He goes back to opening his dresser.
"I need your help." You pump your fingers in and out at a quicker pace.
"Cum on your fingers, and I'll give you anything you want." He pulls a bottle of lube out of the drawer.
He turns around and your mouth waters at the sight of his naked body. His body is lean and toned, and there are a scattering of tattoos on his torso and arms. You could spend hours tracing them. Your eyes fixate on his massive cockâ he is already hard, and leaking. It's a pretty shade of pink, and he curves up the perfect amount.
Clicking the bottle of lube open, he pours the liquid onto his length. His eyes stay locked on yours, as he slowly pumps himself.
"Be a good girl, and cum on your fingers."
You rub two fingers on your sensitive clit, knowing this is the quickest way to make yourself fall apart.
The room is filled with your moans. His eyes stayed trained on yours as he keeps pumping his length.
"Minghaoâ" you cry out his name. Your orgasm hits you hard and fast. Your walls contract around nothing, throwing your head back, you moan loudly. Your eyes are squeezed shut. All your muscles feel loose. Your whole body is like a pile of mush. You're never came that hard with just your fingers.
Minghao places his knee on the bed catching your attention. Your eyes feel heavy, as if you can barely keep them open.
He moves so he's laying between your legs. After the orgasm you just experienced, you can't imagine him eating you out.
He parts your wet folds with two fingers. He licks a fat strip from your needy hole up to your clit.
Without thinking, you tangle your fingers in his long blonde locks. He chuckles against your core. Two of his long slender fingers slide into you with ease. He starts pumping them in and out of you while he sucks on your sensitive clit.
You're still fragile from your orgasm. You squirm as he moves his fingers in a come hither motion, brushing that spot inside, that has you seeing stars.
"Haoâ" your second orgasm hits just as hard as your first one. Throwing your head back you cry out his name. You're terrified he might get a noise complaint at how loud you're being.
He pulls away, dipping his finger slick with your release into his mouth. "You taste so sweet."
Right now you can't form words, let alone think of anything bratty to say. Two back to back orgasms have left your brain feeling like mush. Squeezing your eyes shut you try to relax, letting yourself ride out your high. The feeling of his hand gently rubbing your thigh helps.
A few moments pass before your eyes flutter open. He's looking at you, cocking his head to the side.
"Can you take another one?"
"A third orgasm?" The most you've ever had with a man is two, and they've never both been as earth shattering as that one.
"Yes." He reaches on to the bed next to him and picks up a foil packet. "If you can take another one, I'll fuck you."
Your body is exhausted, but the thought of him fucking you with his massive length makes your head spin. Without another thought, you nod your head.
"Be a good girl, and get on your hands and knees."
Getting into position, you look over your shoulder to see he's wearing a condom. He picks up the bottle of lube, and coats two fingers. He takes his time massaging the lube into your needy entrance.
He positions himself behind you. Taking his length in his hand, he runs it through your wet folds a few times before he pushes in the tip. You feel the stretch immediately. Pushing your hips back, you push him in another few inches.
Your eyes roll back in your head as you take him inch by inch. Biting your bottom lip, you desperately try to hold back your moans. He has you sounding like a whore in heat, and he hasn't even properly fucked you yet.
"You're doing so good Princess." He rubs your side.
The moment he's stuffed you completely full, he takes a moment to let you relax. He must know you've never taken anyone his size before.
"Fuck." You moan.
"You feel so good." He moans.
"Please move, or I might go insane." He pulls back leaving just the tip inside, before he slams his hips back in. He doesn't start out slow and gentle. Steady and firm pace.
Each smack of his hips against your ass knocks you forward. Pushing your hips back, you meet each of his thrusts.
Dropping to your elbows your face is smashed against the comforter. You're practically drooling as he keeps thrusting into you over and over. His hand grips your hips, helping to keep you moving at a steady pace.
He's so massive, he's touching parts of you you didn't know could be reached.
"Haoâ" you cry out.
"So good." He groans.
He starts moving at a quicker pace. Your body is exhausted and can't keep upâ you let him do all the work, slamming into you over and over again.
Your head spins and he changes positions. He moves so he's sitting on his knees still snuggly inside you, as your back is plastered to his front as you sit on his thigh.
Neither of you move for a moment, he's giving you time to adjust to the new position. One of his hands wraps around your throat, applying light pressure. The other dips between your legs, brushing your puffy clit.
You wince at the feeling of him playing with you. He pulls his hand away and lets out a laugh. He moves that hand to your breast. He takes his time toying with your perked nipple.
"Move for me, baby."
Lifting your hips you set a slow pace. You're too tired to move quickly. You bounce and roll your hips. He fluctuates, applying light pressure to your throat.
"Haoâ I'm gonna." You cry.
"I'll cum with you." He whispers in your ear.
True to his word your third orgasm of the night pushes him over the edge with you. This orgasm is like nothing you've ever experienced before. Thereâs pressure that releases from you, that feels electric. Throwing your head back against his shoulder you cry out. Everything feels fuzzy and your whole body feels boneless.
Minghao slowly moves you off of him, laying you down on the bed, careful to avoid the wet spot you caused.
"Have you ever squirted before?" He asks as he removes the condom, tossing it into the bin.
You can't even open your eyes, you just let out a sigh. "No." You didn't even know you could do that.
"I need to clean you up, and change the bedding." He smiles, watching you in your dazed state.
"Are you kicking me out?" Your eyes slowly flutter open.
"Quite the opposite, I'm going to clean you up, and then we're gonna cuddle."
Your brows knit together. "Cuddle?"
"Yes, cuddle." He leaves the room and comes back with a warm cloth. He takes his time cleaning up the mess between your legs. He tries to be as gentle as possible, knowing that your abused core is overstimulated.
"Minghao, do you still wanna date me?" You curl up onto your side, watching him move around his room. You smile at the sight of him still being completely naked.
"That's a stupid question."
"No it's not." You pout.
"It's a stupid question, because obviously I still want to date you."
He moves towards the bed. You're exhausted but you know he needs to change the bedding. "Go take a shower and we'll talk about this later."
Pulling yourself out of bed, you make your way into the bathroom, where you see he's already started the shower. The hot water feels amazing on your sore musclesâ you probably shouldnât stay in the shower too long.
You grab the fluffy towel Minghao left for you, and take your time drying your body off.
Walking back into the room, you find the bed freshly made. Minghao is sitting under the covers with his back against the pillows. He's scrolling through his phone, killing time.
"Are you going to run away, or are you going to stay the night?" He asks raising his brow.
"If we date, I'm not going to be your booth baddie."
"Booth baddie?"
You place your knee on the bed. "Yeah, I'm not gonna stand on stage watching you dj, and fawn all over you." You start crawling across the bed.
"I wouldnât ask you to do that."
"I'm not your groupie." You crawl on to his lap.
"That's fair." He smiles.
You lean in with your face right in front of his. "I think I like you Minghao."
He doesn't say anything, he leans in connecting his lips to yours for a searing kiss. He pulls back and smiles. "So this isn't just a one night stand."
desc: you and minghao were homebodies, in every sense of the word. comfortable meditating together in your garden, content sipping complex red wines under the parasol, happy reading your respective books with interlinked pinkies. however, his new subunit has dragged you and all of your friends to a huge party and god, you look a bit too good for minghao to contain himself...
wc: 7.8k..this was supposed to be a drabble
note: happy (belated) v8 release!! this is my celebratory post so pls enjoy and im sorry for the delay! this is the first piece of smut i've ever written lol so pls don't mind if it's not amazing.. this was supposed to be 2k idk what happened lol. tysm miss @binniebean0 for beta-ing once again, ur the best ma lav <333
đ: silver jubilee by audrey hobert, v8 by the8 & vernon
But alas, work calls â Minghao had been working tirelessly with Vernon for their new subunit. Slipping in the front door early in the morning, cap pulled low as his feet dragged against the polished wooden floors, fatigue radiating off his body when he quietly pulled your body into his and cocooned himself around you.Â
This was no new routine; youâd been with Minghao for years, through comebacks, daesangs, scandals, you name it, you stood by his side, a solid and hushed rock. However, there was once upon a time when you and he enjoyed indulging in the bustling Seoul nightlife, awake until all hours of the night and dancing carelessly under strobe lights. It was an era you both look back at with soppy nostalgia.Â
The bass vibrated through the darkened club, the sound of a hyperpop song penetrating your flesh and transforming into sweet endorphins, a buzz of adrenaline and raw energy surging through you. Beside you, your best friends Jun and Mingyu nodded nonchalantly along to the beat â sunglasses securely over their eyes, making them resemble a pair of handsome bodyguards rather than two idols on their night off.Â
A mix of tequila and soda zipped through your straw as you leaned on the wall between the two, their chatter rapidly adapting to include you. âI mean, I never coined them for the clubbing type,â Jun shrugged, halfway through a conversation with his bandmate, who had his eyes narrowed at his phone in his hand.Â
The three of you had perched on a balcony, watching the dance floor swarm with bodies, arms flailing to the music, heads bobbing to the beat. Dark purple and white lights flashed, illuminating the floor in brief intervals, revealing people intertwined with one another, others busy looking at their keys and some drunken party-goers grinding with lustful gazes.Â
âWell, theyâre on their way.â Mingyu shrugged, pulling your gaze away from your inspection of a particularly messy make-out session in the middle of the crowd â gross.Â
âWho is?â You asked, lifting your drink lazily to your lips.Â
âRemember Vernon and Minghao?â Mingyu questioned, slinging his arm around your shoulders, his beer almost spilling onto your heels with his clumsy movement.Â
âI know the names.â You reply, nibbling on your straw and eyeing a broad-shouldered man, leant nonchalantly against the bar.Â
This was your routine: Jun and Mingyu would drag you to the club. Most of the time, the three of you partied yourselves out together, strolling home in fits of drunken giggles, Mingyu slung between you and Jun like a human piñata â letting his slackened body flop onto your sofa whilst you and Jun top-and-tailed. But occasionally, one of you would spot someone, get busy and be whisked away into the night.Â
âTheyâre on their way.â Mingyu finishes, and you shrug, preoccupied by the muscled man downstairs â Tall, dark and handsome.Â
As the music shifted, Jun pulled you eagerly onto the dance floor, ready to rock, twist, point, any drunken dance move that his body could conjure in the moment, a loud laugh escaping your lips when he pokes the person behind him.Â
The music was something booming, high-pitched vocals over a speedy tempo, making your hips sway with easy finesse, Jun matching you with a cheeky pout on his face. At some point, Mingyu had disappeared into the crowd to collect his bandmates, leaving you and Jun to continue letting the beat pump through your bodies.Â
Bodies slick with sweat stuck to yours, the alcohol-induced euphoria swimming through your system and rendering you careless, as all you thought about was feeling the music travel through your bones.Â
Through the crowd, your abnormally tall friend weaselled his way through, two drinks held haphazardly in his hand as he held them above head height, almost spilling the beverages on multiple unassuming party-goers' heads.Â
Behind him, two men materialised, both of whom you recognised from Instagram posts, music videos and whatever else your two best friends were involved in. The shorter of the two had a snapback perched backwards over his hair, and he sported a shy grin as he greeted you with a polite nod, âVernon.âÂ
Next to him, your gaze hovered, the second man making your breath hold tightly in your throat â He was gorgeous. The sort of gorgeous that is plastered on the front of fashion magazines. The sort that almost made drool slide down your chin.Â
Minghao, you can only presume, had a pale face, framed by a sleek black mullet, wisps of hair tickling his sleek cheekbones. The enticing dark chocolate eyes were sharp, and it felt as if Minghaoâs gaze was swallowing you whole. Lazily, he dragged his eyes down your body, a small smirk on his plump pink lips as he consumed you with his look alone.Â
âMinghao.â He leaned forward with subtle ease, his strong hand ghosting your waist as his hot breath tickled your ear.
That was the night that changed your life.Â
Messy makeouts in the bathroom corridor, arms desperately pulling each other close, feeling all of your soft skin and lathering in the rosy scent of your perfume. Tugging his fluffy hair closer, dragging him lustfully to bed, arching your back involuntarily as his hot mouth met you.Â
You and Minghao were like two magnets, snapping together with force as soon as you met. There was no doubt in your mind that he was your person from the moment you set your eyes on him. And he â he was smitten, absolutely enamoured by you; he practically fell to his knees when you stepped out of your front door for the first date.Â
Now, six years later, you were each otherâs forevers. The gorgeous engagement band on your finger confirms that. Minghao hunted far and wide for the ring that felt authentically you and him, searching across countries, visiting jewellery stores for hours at a time, researching different materials and styles.Â
An unexpected hunt on a work trip to Beijing made him stumble across a delicate twist of silver that was bent into two smooth spirals, a discrete diamond framed by the curving silver work. It was so perfect that Minghao didnât hesitate â he signed the papers and strolled out of the store with a bashful grin on his face.Â
Then, on that starry evening when he got down on one knee, you felt your heart explode in your chest. Adoration surging through your body as you looked at your boyfriendâs sincere smile, his warm eyes glazed with anticipation as he bared his heart to you in an engagement box.Â
As the streetlights strobed softly through the private car's window, your ring glistened against your knee. A symbol of unrequited love that decorated your body every single day.Â
Minghao was already at the bar the company had hired out, without a doubt networking, talking to devoted fans and bantering with his sub-unit counterpart.Â
You could already imagine his lean body, glistening in the low lighting, his shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair tickling his cheeks under a nonchalantly placed cap. Ring finger decorated with a shining silver band as he DJâd. God, the vision practically made your panties wet.Â
âNothing,â You reply, perhaps a bit too fast, the flustered expression on your features refusing to be wiped off. Trying to faux calm, you absentmindedly brush invisible dust off your dress.Â
âYouâre disgusting.â Jun replies with a distinct scrunch to the nose.Â
âWhat?â You reply, with widened eyes and a sarcastic look of shock. Jun shakes his head at you, the car slowing as it swerves down a side street in Tokyo, vivid neon lights glowing above your heads.Â
Crowds of people hover by a bar and you can only presume thatâs your destination. There was an atmosphere of anticipation, the beckoning call of music reverberating out onto the slim street, and the car halted, people ecstatically staring through the glass.Â
As soon as the door opened, you smiled and waved with the politeness youâd be forced to adopt the moment the tabloids caught wind of you. Teethy grins, small bows at fans, waves towards the crowd. However, as the audience swarming outside were struck with Jun and Mingyu's presence, you slipped through the entrance, staff easily directing you to the small stage where the main act was fooling around.Â
The bar was packed from wall to wall, bodies crammed in as fans excitedly screamed, hollered and shouted at their idols. The air was thick with smoke that clouded heavily in the corners and dampened the lights. A loud and bass-heavy hyperpop track shook the room as it bounced with a tinny crunch out of the speakers and flowed through the atmosphere.Â
This environment felt like travelling back in time, the thumping of dance music and the scent of strong alcohol dripping nostalgia through you. The hum of bodies pressed into the space brought you back to those long and late nights of the past, dancing sweatily with strangers, not having a care in the world. As you rolled your shoulders, the muscles loosening instinctively, you felt the weight of adulthood dissolve as the atmosphere swallowed you.
There was a cloudy grey tank top hanging loosely off of his toned chest, his tattooed arms revealed to the world as they flexed when he held his hand up in motion. Minghao looked delectable, his body glistening in all the right ways as you watched with your mouth hanging. Even after six years, he still made you speechless daily.Â
As if your stare burned through him, his head turned straight towards you, his face softening in recognition as he quirked a sweet smile towards you. With a brief lean into Vernon, he stepped down and sauntered over to you, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he inspected you.Â
With discretion, he slid his arms around your waist, his smile converting into a smirk as he raked his eyes down your scantily clad body â your dress hugged all the right places, revealing a modest amount of cleavage and displaying your long legs for appreciation.Â
âHao, you look-â There wasnât even a word to describe how godly he looked. âFuck, you look so good.â You let your hand skim his bicep, squeezing the tough muscle lightly as he leaned forward, tilting your jaw to kiss you. His soft, plush lips, which you had the privilege of kissing daily, still sent electricity sparking across your body, the taste of mint gum and Coke infiltrating your mouth with ease. You both knew you could easily be here all night, wrapped up in one another, refusing to falter until you knew exactly how good his mouth tasted.Â
However, the hoards of cameras and fans watching closely ignited a consciousness that forced Minghao to apprehensively pull away, his lip caught between his teeth.Â
âProud of you, baby.â You say wholeheartedly, sending him a sincere smile before pecking him lightly and running the pad of your thumb over his cheek.Â
âI love you,â He says back, his eyes practically oozing adoration. âWouldnât be here without you.âÂ
To this, you smile with unrestrained happiness, letting your hands run lightly down his torso before giving his waist a squeeze and ushering him back to the decks. Throwing a quick wave at Vernon, who insisted on a sweaty congratulatory hug, you joined the rest of your friends whoâd made their way to the viewing area.Â
The crowd was alive, chanting and buzzing at the two boys, who danced and waved happily, both radiating shy nonchalance whilst simultaneously bringing life to the room.Â
Alongside you, Mingyu had arrived with a bottle of tequila, shot glasses lined up with precision. With a huge laugh, Mingyu poured one out, slinging it back before pouring another, then a line, linking his arm with yours to knock it back with the old trick you shared.Â
The sting of the spirit was dulled by the bittersweet flavour of nostalgia it arose on your tongue. It was a twisted sentiment to your early twenties, those party days, the ones that brought you and your friends together â the ones that brought your husband-to-be together, and it bloomed a subtle warmth in your chest.Â
Watching the man you cherished, so in his element, moving seamlessly to his own music, smiling wide enough to blind a nation, brought bliss to your heart and you inhaled deeply as if it could pause the moment.
Mingyu and Jun, dancing with drunken silliness next to you, expressions of happiness playing on their features. Roars boomed as Vernon and Minghao stood on the platform the decks sat on, dancing in sync to the songs theyâd work tirelessly on.Â
And if youâre being honest, you donât really party, you just sit at home, but tonight you were throwing it back to those long euphoric nights, letting your body sway freely and laughing wholeheartedly with your closest friends.Â
âYou were amazing up there,â You breathed, a bashful smile appearing on Minghaoâs face as you complimented him. âIâm so proud of you.âÂ
Thereâs a glaze over his eyes that is somewhere between adoration and gratitude, the mixture making his chocolate eyes shine with unapologetic happiness. Instead of replying, he simply pulled you in once again, savouring the sweet taste of the plush lips you possessed.Â
The whirlwind of friends and colleagues then sweeps him away, people approaching with waves of congratulatory exclamations. You leave him with a tender kiss on the cheek, a reminder of how proud you are, and then disappear off to Alice.Â
With drunken confidence, the two of you dance, shaking your hair, swaying your hips, letting big hearty laughs tumble out of you. As the songs beat on, Jun and Mingyu materialise at your sides, moving exactly how they did all those years ago â Jun producing the strangest moves he could conjure, making you almost wet yourself in fits of giggles.Â
As Mingyu twirls you effortlessly, your sweet-faced soon-to-be-husband arrives, sliding in close to you, his body moving like liquid against you. The sensation of his hard chest pressed against your back made tingles shoot down your spine, the familiar scent of his musky beechwood aftershave wafting over you.
âBack already?â You ask with a turned head, only his light curtains visible as he presses tickling kisses along your neck.
âForgot how attractive you are when you dance like this,â He mumbles, nipping on a spot that elicits rather inappropriate sounds from you. The heat of the bar seemed to have settled on your skin as a heavy dew, your pulse racing at a quickened pace.Â
âHao,â You exhale with heft, hoping the release would ease the growing heat between your legs. You lean your head into the crook of his shoulder behind you, his lips forced to disconnect with your neck as he grumbles quietly. âWeâre in public.âÂ
And his lusty gaze made the heat pooling between your legs feel more and more bothersome.Â
âI canât help myself,â He says quietly, âyou look too good, itâs driving me insane.â His arms donât falter from their secure place on your hips, tugging you impossibly closer. It felt like you were younger again, kissing carelessly in the club, letting the music take you both away as you indulged in one another.
âHao,â A shaky breath leaves your lips, âWe canât exactly slip off, this is your party,âÂ
With a sigh of frustration, he lands one more nip to the sweet spot on your neck, âWeâre leaving as soon as itâs socially acceptable.âÂ
It, in fact, was not socially acceptable to leave until three in the morning. In those hours, everyone had gotten impossibly drunker. Beside you, Mingyu, almost asleep, stood up, his speech slurred in that hilariously whiny way that was so reminiscent of dragging his tall frame down the dark Seoul streets.Â
Minghao had hovered around, often being pulled in every direction by various guests, his gaze hot on your figure as you continued to dance or mingle. You could feel eyes burn into your body when you bent over to pick up a spilt beverage, and he used it as a convenient excuse to practically run to your side â skilfully placing himself to conceal your exposed thighs.Â
Like a perfect scapegoat, Mingyu almost toppled over into both of you. The lanky manâs absent gaze was practically begging for bed, and who were you both to make him stay any longer?Â
âWe should take him back to the hotel.â You say with a pout, bidding goodbye to Jun with a tight hug. Minghao had rapidly slipped off to also spout all variations of valedictions to the remaining guests.Â
Three slightly long, awkward hugs, around ten polite bows and countless âgoodbyesâ later, you and Minghao had Mingyu slung over your shoulders, his body borderline slack between you as you both dragged him into the car.Â
As much as you could mentally thank Mingyu for always drinking himself into the perfect escape plan, you didnât want to praise him for the impending spine problems his years of drunken slackness will inevitably cause you.
There were many ways youâd rather be leaving the bar. Through a back door, hands tangled in Minghaoâs mullet, tugging when his lips hit that sensitive spot on your neck. Or in a private car, just the two of you, your hand eagerly stroking torturously slowly up his thigh, skimming his crotch with routine obliviousness.Â
But alas, Mingyu collapsed onto the seat with a thud, babbling incoherently as he lay his head on your lap. Minghao just tutted as he climbed into the passenger seat, turning to see you display a shrug, raising your hands in defeat.Â
Even through Mingyu's meaningless utterances, the sexual tension was rife â Minghao stayed glued to his phone, his hat low as his teeth nibbled on his lip in frustration. He was vying for a distraction, and his Instagram feed had never been so boring.Â
The minutes skidded by almost painfully, Tokyo dragging through your vision with snail-like slowness. Mingyu was fast asleep on your lap, muttering to himself drunkenly â If your head wasnât spinning with visions of the gorgeous man in the front seat, you might find this heartwarming and so reminiscent of times passed. Mingyu follows his usual routine, getting too drunk and having to be hauled home by you or whichever oblivious friend was roped in to take half of his weight. Stumbling into the hotel elevator with someone hot on his trail, apologising profusely to whichever member of the public he may have embarrassed himself in front of. Then, collapsing onto the closest comfiest surface â the hotel bed, and passing out without a word.Â
It made you giggle at how his habits had never changed and how yours remained, too. Popping two painkillers onto his nightstand, filling up a cup with water. All the usual things that came as second nature. Minghao watched you closely with adoration. There wasnât a day that he didnât fall deeper in love with you, and today he really felt it. Even through the chaos, the stress, the pressure, your presence was ever-grounding; even if it made his brain scatter when he saw you.Â
âLet me get out of the door first,â You joke, recognising the lust dripping off of his gaze. Without hesitation, his tongue slipped out of his mouth, licking his lips as if you were his favourite meal.Â
You were.Â
The tether within Minghao had snapped, finally alone after hours of pent-up frustration, and he had you pushed up against the wall with lightning-quick agility. One strong arm wrapped tightly around your waist to pull his hips flush against yours, the other cradling your face with softness, the rough pad of his thumb savouring the feeling of your skin below it.
Without hesitation, he joined his lips to yours with desperation, his body aching to taste the alcohol on you â and now he could taste it, he felt utterly intoxicated. The plush of your lips was so familiar, but it never failed to make him feel like every hair on his body was standing on end.Â
âHao,â You breathed out in a quiet whine, your hands lacing through Minghaoâs soft hair with an instinctive tug as he let his lips begin their assault on your neck. He knew exactly how to make you fawn, his teeth grazing your sensitive spots as he left discrete marks along your exposed shoulder.Â
Your nails clawed harshly at his biceps as the feeling of his lips made heat pool pathetically between your legs, his lusted-over gaze burning through you when he pulled back to examine his art.Â
This was Minghaoâs own personal Picasso. The sight of you, face flushed and screwn in an expression of blissful pleasure, a thin sheen of sweat coating your skin as your head leaned on the dark wall behind you, the expanse of your neck exposed and actively developing little bruises. The dress, which was, quite frankly, a method of torture designed specifically to make Minghao suffer, was bunching up and revealing your hot skin to his eyes.Â
âOh baby,â Minghao sighs, letting his arms pull your body into his. You took advantage of his moment of weakness and began to pepper kisses up the column of his throat, trailing along his jaw and nibbling his ear gently, smirking as the skin under your fingertips rose in goosebumps. Sometimes you forgot how easily you affected him, the hotness of your breath eliciting his body to react rapidly, his eyes fluttering shut tightly as he groaned loudly and unapologetically.Â
âBaby, I need you.â He manages to gasp out, your hand now feeling his toned stomach with daringly slow accuracy whilst your mouth continues to run circles around his brain.Â
âCanât have me in a corridor, Hao.â You state between sloppy kisses, not parting from his skin for longer than a few seconds.Â
He turned his head and emitted a sound resembling a hiss as your mouth was forced to leave his body, âIâll have you right here, sweetheart, donât test me.âÂ
The tone was icy, the dominance in his voice almost making your knees give way. His hand was resting with a strong presence on the back of your neck, his drooped eyelids penetrating you with so much intensity it was overwhelming.Â
Not willing to try your luck with Minghao â Knowing heâd bunch your dress up and tear your underwear off for anyone to see, you take his wrist in your hand, dragging him to the elevator. Thereâs a cocky smirk thatâs landed permanently on his features, his eyes watching the way your ass giggled as you jogged lightly to the end of the hallway, pulling him along.Â
The doors slid shut, but before they could ring out a quiet ding! he has you pinned against the mirrored wall, his body heavy against your back.Â
Itâs embarrassing the way you arch into him, your breath heavy as it already begins to cloud the mirror in small hues. Behind you, he has one of your arms secured to your back, intertwining his fingers with yours in an intimate gesture. Yet, his eyes are darkened as they scan your face in the mirror, the need rife in your hooded gaze as you meet his hungry look.Â
Your entire body is squashed against the mirror, making your cleavage bulge out of your skimpy dress, and Minghao canât help but stare at it as he reattaches his mouth to your neck eagerly. The hardness of his throbbing cock is tough against your ass, and you gasp sharply when he smoothly thrusts himself against you.Â
âLook at you,â He coos with fake sympathy dripping off every word, his mouth ruthlessly working at your exposed skin. âSuch a greedy girl, rubbing yourself against me in public.âÂ
Minghaoâs grip around you was tight, his hand absentmindedly tugging your dress to cover your exposed thighs as he smiled awkwardly and bowed to the stranger, keeping your head tucked safely into the crook of his neck.Â
You knew this was killing Minghao. Even the redness on your face did not compare to the restraint he was exercising with each passing moment.Â
The elevator slowed once again, and Minghao couldnât pull you out of there faster, his cock painfully hard in his trousers; he was already facing your shared room by the time the door to the elevator slid closed.Â
Beep! The hotel door clicks open, and everything becomes a whirlwind. Minghao has you pressed against it with wicked ease, pulling your lips to meet his in a sloppy, needy kiss that radiates heat from him. Your hands are sliding beneath his shirt, letting your nails scratch along the toned muscles as his hand smooths over your ass, grabbing at it harshly as he attempts to pull you closer.Â
Minghaoâs lips are working on the sweet spot below your collarbone, tasting the skin with unfaltering intensity. You let your hands roam, tangling them in his hair, scratching at his back, squeezing at his waist â you feel every inch of him like youâre learning where everything is.Â
With a rough tug, your dress is pooled around your waist, your braless chest bouncing out with the release of the cloth binding it, and Minghao lets out a long groan, his eyes closing as he lets his head slack. He is devilishly handsome, his jaw defined in the low light as it flexes at the sight of you.Â
âSweetheart,â He speaks whilst he inspects every inch of you closely, bringing his hot mouth to your chest once again, his tongue drawing patterns against your skin as he brings one of his hands to toy with your nipple, his long fingers working automatically to pinch and caress you.Â
Loud throaty moans tumble out of you as he fails to neglect your other nipple, letting his mouth trail hot kisses around it before sucking with perfected ease. If Minghaoâs arm wasnât securely around you, the feeling wouldâve made you collapse to the floor â he knew your body like the back of his hand, nipping and sucking on every single sensitive spot, touching every place that set your body on fire. Except where you needed him most.Â
âHao,â You moan, and he just grunts against you, not faltering for a second from his heavy assault on your chest, the sight of him devouring you almost enough to have you cumming. âBaby, I need-âÂ
He pulls off of your nipple with a dirty pop, his pent-up gaze watching as the pleasure drops off your face with the lack of contact. It was filthy, the arousal that pumped through him when he watched you become absolutely desperate for him.Â
âNeed what baby?â He questions, his movements so slow that they almost cease, making your eyebrows furrow and your lip jut out in a pout. Pathetically, you let your slender hand reach for the waistband of his trousers, but heâs like a hawk, pinning both of your wrists above your head.Â
Itâs humiliating how turned on you are â completely under his control willingly. His frame is fully clothed, whilst yours is a mess, dress in a rushed bunch around your waist, panties dripping.Â
âWhat do you need?â He questions, gaze burning into you as he drags his eyes down your curves. âUse your words, baby.âÂ
âNeed you,â You whine, wiggling to attempt to reach for his waistband again, but his grip is steady, keeping you absolutely merciless.Â
âNeed what part of me?â He blinks, big innocent eyes staring at yours like he wasnât already ruining you without even a touch.Â
Your face is utterly flushed as embarrassment and arousal mix into a vicious vision of want, the outline of his hard cock practically pounces at you. Minghao uses this moment to let one of his big hands ghost over your panties, his touch so light that you buck your hips instantly, desperate for him to give your clit any stimulation.Â
A taunting laugh escapes his lips before his ruthless mouth is back on your neck, nipping and sucking as your head falls back in pleasure. The sudden attention forces a moan to escape you, and he stops, the brief contact ripped away so savagely that your brain is fuzzy with frustration.Â
âI asked you a question, sweetheart.â He repeats, letting your restrained hands fall as he tugs you lightly towards the bed, pausing as you near it. Without a word, he slips your bundled dress off of your frame carefully, discarding it as you kiss him, pulling his neck to yours before he even has a chance to appreciate your almost naked body.Â
âNeed your cock baby,â You mumble against his lips, and he groans at your needy answer, his pants feeling uncomfortably tight around him, and you let your nails scrape his lower abdomen in that way that has his body in shivers.Â
Minghao is so enticed by you, the way your lips mingle with his effortlessly, the ways in which you know his body, the ways that can almost make him cum in his pants with just a feather-light touch.Â
Youâve slyly twisted, pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed, your lips not parting as you masterfully manoeuvre yourself between his solid thighs.Â
Like an expert, his belt is unbuckled, and his trousers are tugged down, your light touch carrying the weight of hours of teasing. As you let his cock spring free, he hisses, the scene in front of him so dirty he could cum right now.
Drool pools at the corner of your lips, and without further ado, you stroke your fingertips lightly along his cock, letting your thumb drag over the tip, a string of tangled grunts tumbling out of him as you spread the leaking pre-cum down his shaft.Â
After a few eager strokes, you bring your mouth to him, kitten-licking him with precision, his teeth gritted as he lets out a hiss, your warm mouth sending spikes of pleasure up his body. His cock was more than a mouthful, the salty pre-cum lathering your tongue as you gradually make your way down him, gagging as your nose grazes his stomach.Â
Your engagement band glints as you grip his thigh, beginning to piston your head, throaty moans slipping out of his mouth as you take him so well.Â
âFuck baby,â He groans, and an involuntary sound of pleasure leaves you, your nipples perked in arousal as you speed up. Minghao runs his fingers through your soft hair delicately, the sensation prickling your skin as he gathers your locks and guides your motions with desperation. âYou look so pretty.âÂ
It was so filthy, the squelch of your mouth working against him and his heavy, breathy moans at free flow as the feeling of your tongue around him takes over. Minghao is seeing stars, the sight of you alone pushing him closer, yet alone the stimulation on his cock.
âBaby, baby.â He pants, his breathing climbing rapidly as his release nears, and he pulls your head away from him carefully, refusing to come from just your mouth â he needed to be inside you, watching your eyes roll back as he bottoms out. You pout, looking up at him with red cheeks, your lips glistening with his pre-cum and your spit. âI want to come inside you.âÂ
His words make you ache, your pussy practically begging for something â anything at all.Â
Minghao lifts your jaw up to his, rejoining your lips. The salty taste of himself on you infiltrates his mouth as he pulls you onto his lap, his strong arms reaching to squeeze at the expanse of your ass cheeks as his cock is trapped between you both, nudging at your clit in selfish intervals.Â
âTake this off.â You whisper, hands already pulling at his shirt, and he whips it off, sparing only a second before his tongue is intertwined with yours again, your fingertips feeling his smooth skin and tracing his abs.Â
âOh my poor baby, youâre soaked,â He said, using his middle finger to trace circles over you, the panties ruined and your thighs almost dripping. You couldn't even muster a response, his light teasing pressing all of the right spots, and you drop your head to the crook of his neck as he continues his lazy circles. âDo you want me to stop?âÂ
You knew it was a baited question. Minghao wanted to see you squirm.Â
âNo, please.â You beg, your mouth hot against his sensitive neck as you speak into it, biting at the skin gently.Â
âLook at me.â He says sternly. Pressing one finger into your dripping hole, pushing your panties inside you. It was ludicrous and practically a sin to be so hopelessly at his expense, but you couldn't think past how good it felt.Â
âLook at me.â He repeats with a grit in his teeth, halting his movements to get your full attention. With a rapid snap of the neck up, your faces are inches apart, his hot breath mingling with yours as he scans your gorgeous face, your cheeks reddened, your lips jutted.Â
You were so beautiful.Â
âGood girl.â Before you can even moan, his mouth is back on yours hungrily, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he guides your soaked clit to rub against his painfully hard cock. âStay just like this, baby.â Then, in a subtle movement, he slides out from underneath you and discards the rest of his clothing, kneeling behind you.Â
The heat of his body radiated as he stroked himself whilst inspecting you, wetness dripping down your spread legs, pussy gleaming with arousal. It was one of his favourite sights, and he canât help himself as he runs his hands up and down your plush thighs, squeezing your ass and letting the cool of his metal engagement band send shivers up your spine.Â
âHao, please.â With desperation, you push your hips backwards, his cock brushing you, and you let out a hum of satisfaction.Â
Wordlessly, Minghao begins to guide his cock into your dripping hole, the sensation of you so tight and warm around him making a heavy groan fall from his throat. Similarly, tears begin to cloud your vision as sweet relief washes over you, the feeling of him dragging against your walls combined with his throaty sounds making you dig your nails into the soft white covers.Â
Slowly, he bullies his way into you, his member hitting every single spot that has you clawing desperately at anything you can. As he bottoms out with a hiss, a loud moan leaves your lips, the overwhelming feeling of his tip mingling with your cervix, making you clench around him.Â
It felt insane how well his body slotted into yours. Your pussy was moulded to fit his cock, your walls hugging it in every single place. There was nothing that could compare to the feeling of being conjoined with one another, ecstasy blasting through you both as you thrive in the overwhelming feeling of one another.Â
Unable to restrain himself, Minghao begins to fuck into you with a quickened pace, the room becoming a soundtrack of filthy sounds; his hips slapping your thighs, the squelch of your soaked hole, the mixture of grunts and moans the two of you emit.Â
Minghaoâs eyes stare as your skin jiggles with each thrust, his fingers gripping your hips so tight that bruises will blossom beneath them tomorrow. His breathing is heavy as he relishes the euphoric feeling of you bent over, receiving him so willingly and squeezing him impossibly tighter.Â
âH-Hao,â You moan, gripping the mattress below you as if it could receive some of the immense pleasure rippling through you.Â
âYes, baby?â He pants out, letting one hand rub up your side in a soothing manner, his hips and arms doing completely contrasting things to your body.Â
âIâm close.â You sputter out, lathered in his deep strokes that were practically splitting you in half.Â
âMhm,â He hums, only speeding up impossibly faster as he wraps a strong arm around your waist to pull you into him, not letting his cock disconnect from the comfort of your slick.Â
Your head is slack on Minghaoâs shoulder as he holds your back tightly to his chest, letting his hand ghost over your neck. He nips at your ear as he continues to piston into you ruthlessly, your release within an arm's reach.Â
âYouâre doing so well, baby,â Minghao whispers in your ear, tightening his grip on your neck as he chases your high. âSuch a good girl, my good girl.âÂ
That was all it took before you were tightening around him, high-pitched moans tumbling out of you. The coil within you snaps, sending your vision white, heat flushing out of you as you squeeze your eyes shut tightly.Â
Minghao keeps fucking you ruthlessly, holding the weight of your body as he chases his own release, small whines escaping your mouth as he overstimulates you. The grip of his hands gets tighter and tighter as he grunts in your ear, muttering incoherently as all he thinks about is how good you feel.Â
âFuck ____.â He gasps, his breath taken from him as he spurts inside you, his warm milky release coating your insides, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he slows.Â
The room is swamped in the sound of heavy breathing, Minghao pulling out and helping you lie down gently, kissing your shoulders, all the way down your spine and then returning to kiss the crown of your head.Â
âYouâre so beautiful.â He speaks with delicate sincerity, your sleepy gaze watching his naked figure disappear off to the bathroom.Â
âI love you more, my love.â He replies, Your vision became as your body relaxed into the plush mattress. With a light but solid grip, you tug him onto the bed, his musky scent washing over you once again, and you sigh happily.
âJust cuddle me, baby.â You murmur, tiredness taking over you as he pulls you into his chest, placing the covers over the two of you. Peppering kisses on your head, he watches you gently doze off, and his heart feels like it could burst with how much he adores you.Â
Even submerged in sleep, your hand finds his, engagement rings clicking quietly together, and Minghao closes his eyes in contentment, letting sleep lull him away with you.Â
content: 18+, pwp, explicit sexual content, oral sex (m receiving), swallowing, praise, established relationship.
the steam fills the bathroom, hot water cascading down your skin as you drop to your knees in front of minghao. his back presses against the cool tiles, those sharp eyes half-lidded with lust while droplets trace the lines of his toned chest and abs.
"you look so pretty like this," he murmurs, voice low and husky, fingers threading gently through your wet hair. you wrap your hand around his length first, stroking slowly, feeling him twitch and harden under your touch. the water makes everything slick, easier, hotter.
leaning in, you press soft kisses along his shaft before taking him into your mouth. he lets out a quiet groan, hips jerking just a little as your tongue swirls around the tip. you suck him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, the shower spray hitting your face and mixing with the taste of him. his free hand braces on the wall, knuckles whitening while the other guides you, not pushing too hard, just enough to show how much he needs this.
"fuck... just like that," he breathes, head tilting back, throat exposed. you bob your head faster, taking him as far as you can, the sounds wet and obscene over the running water. his thighs tense, muscles flexing under your palms, and you know he's close when his moans get breathier, more desperate.
you glance up at him through the steam, eyes locked, and that's what sends him over â minghao cumming down your throat with a shuddering gasp, fingers tightening in your hair. you swallow every drop, milking him gently until he's spent and trembling.
he pulls you up afterward, kissing you deep and messy under the spray, whispering how perfect you are against your lips. the shower keeps running, but neither of you moves to turn it off yet.
