⌗imabiggirlnow— you’ve always dreamed of living by yourself , and now that you do — you can’t keep your eyes off your much older neighbor..
( koga yudai x fem!reader ) • warnings. reader is 23 and kei is 35 , single parent au , language , nicknames used ( good girl , slut ) , oral ( both ) , unprotected sex , overstimulation 𓄵 word count. 6243 { back to library }
( yeni’s note ). told yall i have a age gap relationship type cast for kei and i cant help it
the day was here; you were finally moving into your own apartment. you had dreamed of one day moving out of your parents house and into your own space. when you moved into the dorms you finally got a taste of that freedom , but even that wasn’t enough for you — so for your last year at college with money saved up from your job and help from your parents , you were able to move into your own apartment and you couldn’t be happier.
you might’ve been too excited because between signing your lease and the week leading up to the big move you completely forgot a key factor — the damn elevator was broken , and wouldn’t be fixed until the week after your move in. you tried your best to find people , but what could you offer anyone? after the expenses of apartment and decorating you were broke; so you were left with the next best things. doing it yourself.
you thought living on the third floor was the best thing that could happen — that was before you had to carry a box of books , after that you believed it was the stupidest thing you could ever think of.
once you got the last box to the front of your new apartment all the bad thoughts disappeared ; sitting on a box , your head drooped in your hands. “just a quick break.” you huffed , arms and legs burning from the many trips you took up and down the steps; you weren’t going to the gym for a while after this.
“this is so pretty.”
hearing the voice of a child had you looking; being met with the cutest little girl with pigtails , digging through an open box of yours , full of stuffed animals you were unable to part with during your move to the dorm your first year of college. “hello.”
her toothless smile , cheeks chubby; she was adorable; you almost forgot she was going through your box , currently holding your stuffed bunny. “hi.”
her sweet voice holding the toy. “is this yours?” she asked. “i have one like this in my room but it’s pink.”
“that’s the cool , you’re just the cutest thing , do your parents know you’re out here?” the door to the stairwell opened , an older man emerged from it — a very attractive man , who was walking your way.
“daddy!” the little girl ran into his arms , he smiled picking her up laughing.
“when i said you could go a head , i meant wait by the door , where’d you get this?” he carried the girl in his arms as he approached you , now he was holding your stuffed bunny. “i’m assuming this is yours.”
“thank you.” you quickly took the toy from his hands , throwing it into the box with the others. “it’s stupid but i can’t seem the part with them.”
“i don’t think it’s stupid at all , i think we should all keep a piece of our childhood with us.” he looked at you , it felt like he was inspecting you — suddenly feeling small , you shifted on your feet. “although it doesn't look like your childhood was that long ago.”
“i’m 23.” you spoke , he nodded. “so i was right.”
he looked at the boxes blocking his door , back to you. “did the movers not help you move your stuff into your apartment?”
“i’m so sorry.” you finally realized , your face heated up as you raced to pick up a box. “this is so embarrassing.” he sat the girl down , reaching for a box.
“there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” he said , holding the box of books in his hands.
“it’s just that the movers wanted an extra 200 dollars , and definitely didn’t have it.” you cringed, spreading your business to a stranger — moving was more stressful than you planned.
“i figured that out , the movers were idiots for not helping you , they should’ve known a young girl like you didn’t have it.” before you could say anything he was speaking again. “let me help you.”
“oh it’s okay, i got , i really don’t want to take away time with your daughter.”
he shook his head. “i’m sure she’ll be fine for a few minutes , she’s pretty occupied anyway.” the girl was once again in your stuffy box , shifting through all the toys. “it’s the least i could do in return for you being so nice to my aiko , the lady down the hall would've yelled at her by now.”
still holding the box , he held his other hand out. “you first.” you nodded , taking the box into your apartment. “i’m kei by the way.”
the two of you spent the next ten minutes bringing boxes into your apartment , you moved aiko into your apartment for the time being , letting her play with the stuffies while you brought the stuff in. “this is the last one.”
he sat the box down on the kitchen table , his button up sleeves rolled up his forearms , the first two buttons down , along with his tie. his hair was messy and there was sweat forming around his neck — you felt like a pervert , this stranger offering to help you , and here you are thinking inappropriate thoughts about him.
“oh thank you so much.” shaking the thoughts from your mind , he was at least 13 years older than you , and his child was sitting no more than 10 feet away from you playing with your childhood toys. “i don’t know what i would’ve done without your help.”
he nodded , pushing his glasses up on his face. “i remember getting my first apartment.” he said. “i was just as excited as you were , of course that was a long time ago.”
“you speak like you’re 50 years old, you know that?“ he let out a laugh , running his hands through his hair. “i told you im 23 , you can’t be that older than me.”
“im 35 , so yes 23 was a long time in my eyes,” he said , his eyes studying you like before; a pit forming in your stomach as he spoke , his soft spoken voice; probably what he picked up from talking to his daughter. “you’re young and you have a lot of freedom , but you’ll learn.”
“why does it feel like i’m talking to my dad?”
he laughed, shaking his head. “your dads a smart man, i’m sure.”
he bent down to his daughter's height. “it’s time for us to go.” the girl pouted , holding the bunny in her hand. “time to give yn her bunny back.”
“what can i do to thank you?” you asked. “i know you said i don’t have to but i feel bad that i don’t have any cash , or anything.”
he picked the girl up , standing straight. “just no loud parties late at night , the last neighbor did that and it was so hard to get mei to sleep.”
“i promise , don’t want to keep this cutie up all night.” you pinched her cheek , she giggled. “and once again , thank you so much for helping me.”
he nodded. “now come on mei , it’s about time you ate and got ready for bed.” you walked them to the door , he turned one last time giving you a wave before he walked over to his apartment , which you finally closed the door.
“i’m telling you ningning, he’s fine as fuck.” you unpacked a box putting the plates your mother bought for cheap into the cabinets with the rest of the dishes. “i mean model type fine , like he could be an idol.”
“yeah and how old was he?” she asked on the phone , listening to you go on about your neighbor.
“he thirty-five but he— he’s thirty-five with a 4 year old daughter.” she interrupted you about to defend yourself. “you two are in two different places right now.”
“how so?”
“uh well it could be he’s thirty-five, established job with a child , and you — well look at you , you got your own place yeah , you’re also eating ramyeon out a plastic cup and you’re about to pull and all nighter because you still have to unpack but you moved on a random wednesday and still have class so you have to study and you a shift at the cafe tomorrow.”
“okay so you do have a point.” she hummed in agreement. “but like i can still think about him though , like it’s nothing wrong with that is it?” you asked.
“as long as you remember the four year old he’s probably putting to bed right now as you thirst over him.”
“you’re just determined to ruin my night aren’t you?” you rolled your eyes. “so negative it’s not like i’m gonna seduce him.”
“exactly what i’m doing , as your best friend im here to knock you out of your delusions of already wanting to fuck you neighbor.”
she had a point , you were being extremely delusional , he was so busy with his life ; he probably didn’t need another distraction. “you’re right , he probably sees me as a kid anyway , i mean he saw the entire box of stuffies i own.” you said.
“see now you’re being smart.”
“okay im gonna go now , before you come up with a new way to call me dumb.” you ended the call , finishing your food so you could get some unpacking done — at least find the sheets to your bed so you can get some sleep.
the next day you could barely function throughout the day , the two hours of sleep that you got that night was like a slap to the face ; you could practically see your bed through your closed eyes as you sat at the bottom of the first floor steps — you couldn’t possibly do those stairs right now. “i don’t believe anyone in this building is inherently dangerous , however the man on the second floor will probably step on you purposely if you fall asleep here.”
looking up you were met with kei again , aiko standing right by his side , her face lighting up when she saw you. you quickly stood , you reeked of coffee and looked like you were hit by a bus. “long day?”
“is it that easy to tell?” you said , why does this man always seem to catch you in your worst moments. “these steps were gonna kill me if i immediately went up them.”
“well are you ready now?” he asked. “aiko you think we can help the pretty young lady up the steps?” you couldn’t help but smile hearing calling you pretty , the man had some sort of hold on you already. “let’s get her up to her apartment.” the three of you started up the stairs , aiko holding on to your arm , telling you about her day in kindergarten.
“wow aiko you must be just as tired as i am.” you reached the door to your floor , kei opened letting you both through , watching as you two walked to the end of the hall where your units were; you bent down to her level. “seems like you need to get some rest and get ready for another day tomorrow?”
“well first she needs to eat dinner , so she can grow big and strong right?” the little girl nodded.
“what about you?” kei asked , you stood up. “have you eaten dinner yet?” that cookie you snuck from the case was all you had eaten for lunch , not having time.
“i’ll probably just eat some ramen , i haven’t had time to go to market , i know i should’ve went after school and work but i seriously couldn’t be bothered.” he shook his head disappointingly.
“ramen is not a suitable meal for someone your age to consistently eat , it’s unhealthy.” he opened the door to his unit , holding his hand out. “come i’ll make you dinner.”
“oh i couldn’t- you can and you will.” he said , gesturing for you to walk in. “come on, be a good girl.” the way he said that , you could feel the warmth pooling in your lower belly , he waited with his arm out — completely forgetting what ningning told you , he was the one inviting you in , not the other way around. you stepped into the unit , he followed behind , closing the door behind.
aiko had already run off , leaving you standing in his living room watching him take off his suit jacket , his broad shoulders filling out his white button up shirt. “you can take a seat on the couch if you like , if you’d like something to drink, all i have is juice and water,” he said. “i don’t drink with aiko around.”
“oh juice is fine.” you said , he nodded walking into the kitchen , you followed behind. the apartment was surprisingly clean despite having a four year old running around. “your house is nice.”
“seems like a girl lives here.”
he laughed , opening the fridge. “well a girl does live here , but if i let her decorate the apartment it would be full of photos of bunnies and the walls would be bubble gum pink.” he poured you a cup of orange juice. “if you’re implying a mystery girlfriend , then you would be wrong , it’s been a while since i had a girlfriend running around here.”
“even aikos mom?”
your big mouth running before your brain again ; he just pushed his glasses up on his face. “me and aikos mom were broken up before she was born , she lives with me for the week and then goes to her mothers for the weekend.” he explained , leaning on the counter , maintaining eye contact with you. “aiko is the only girl in my life right now.”
right now; you definitely held on to that. “now how about i get dinner started , i told aiko i’d make her favorite tonkatsu with rice and miso soup.” he said, pulling ingredients from the fridge. “how does that sound?”
“really fucking good.” you covered your mouth , looking around for the little girl. “i’m sorry.”
“she can’t hear you once she gets to playing with those toys , but a pretty girl like you shouldn’t use such strong language.” he said , rolling his sleeves up , you shifted in your seat , watching him move around in the kitchen , cutting up cabbage and preparing the cutlets — why did everything he do turn you on? him washing rice sent shivers down your spine.
“i feel like a burden sitting here.” you stood up. “is there anyway i could help you? i can start frying the meat.” you said , but he just shook my his head.
“if i wanted you to cook for yourself , i would’ve sent you home.” he said. “but if you must do something , you can set out three plates,” he said.
with a silent head nod , you walked over to where he was standing , opening the cabinets to grab the plate , reaching above to grab them , standing on your tippy toes , your fingers barely ghosting over them. “i got you.”
you felt the heat from his body on you , one arm holding on the counter , the other reaching above your head; he wasn’t caging you in , but you also made no efforts into moving , he pulled the plates down , sitting them on the counter. “i told you ; you don’t have to do anything , just be a good girl , sir there and look pretty.”
now he was caging you between the sink and himself. there air felt more constricted and you couldn’t breathe properly , he smiled. “come on, breathe for me pretty , can’t have you passing out on me can i?” you took a deep breath in , looking into the eyes of a man who is half your age. “good girl.”
you swore you were about to let out a moan. “k-kei.” his big hands coming up to your cheek.
“come on, you're a big girl, use your words.” even with his encouragement you were rendered speechless with his body towering over you. “how am i supposed to know what you need if you don’t speak to me pretty , i’m no mind reader.”
“i-i.” before you could say a word — whatever it was you were trying to say , aiko called from her room. “is it ready yet?”
“maybe next time, yeah?”
he reached behind you , taking the plates and handing them to you. “can you set the table now?” you nodded , still afraid of what might come out of your mouth if you open. “use your words.”
“yes.”
“do it then.” you grabbed the plates , shakenly setting each plate down while he began to fry the cutlets. aiko coming out holding her stuffed bunny. “see i have the same one like you , see.”
you smiled nodding at the little girl. “keep it by your side forever.” you said , kei finished frying the meat , you helped aiko into her chair.
“time to eat.”
dinner went by quickly , kei helping aiko cut up her cullet , feeding it to her. you smiled watching him interact with her. “eat your veggies okay.” he instructed the girl. “so you can grow big and strong." he made eye contact with you , your lower half loving the attention.
“you too , eat your veggies , you need energy right?”
after dinner , you stayed to help wash dishes , but you eventually had to leave. “i have to study.” you said to the pouty girl. “besides you have to get to bed soon i’m sure , i’ll see you tomorrow right?”
“tomorrow i go to mommy’s.” she said , you nodded.
“that’s right , well i’m sure i’ll see you soon.” you said. “maybe you can come knock on my door to let me know you’ve come back on sunday.” she nodded enthusiastically.
“okay , i will!”
“here.” kei emerged from the kitchen , holding a container in his hand. “take this with you for lunch tomorrow , don’t skip lunch just because you’re busy.” before you could resist he was pushing it into you hands. “don’t say no.”
“thank you , i’ll eat it.”
“i’m expecting you to hand that back to me tomorrow empty okay?” you nodded.
he walked you to the door , waiting for you to walk across the hall; unlocking your door and walking in , you turned waving before closing your door , finally letting out a deep breath — not only were you full from dinner , your panties had been damp all evening due to kei , this man that you’ve known only 2 days has plagued your mind more than any other man you’ve been with.
that night wasn’t a silent night for you at all , after putting the leftover food he sent you with; you took the coldest shower you could think of to cool your body off , but even that didn’t work — you needed something more.
you didn’t even bother putting clothes on , making your way to your empty bed , climbing in letting the ac cool your naked body as you reached for your trusty vibrator , your fingers ghosting your nipples , teasing yourself and turning the toy on , lightly pressing it on your neglected clit. “fuck.”
you moaned , eyes shutting imagining it was kei touching you like this , his big hands touching your breast the way he touched you face. “k-kei.” you pinched your nipples , his name falling from your lips as you fucked yourself silly , your legs shaking as you reached desperately tried cum — but it still wasn’t enough , the thought of him touching you ; fucking you , calling you good girl as he fucked you. when he pressed against you in the kitchen , you got a feel of his thick cock in his slacks , you could only imagine , pressing the toy on you clit more as you thought about him stretching you out. “fuck i’m gonna cum.”
you whimpered out , your second orgasm approaching rapidly , legs shaking. with the final thought of kei calling you a good girl , you came. “shit!”
you shrieked as you reached your peak, your chest moving validly as you came down from your high. you had tired yourself out , tossing the toy to the side , your eyes heavy , you could barely move to cover yourself before your eyes were closing and you were drifting off to sleep.
it was a friday evening when you slowly stumbled down the hall of your building ; you told ningning it was a bad idea to go out after work , but she insisted saying ‘we have no classes and you have the weekend off , what’s the harm?’ the harm was you struggling to open the door of your unit , your body slumping against the door. “stupid fucking door.” you banged on it — suddenly it opened up.
“yn?” kei stood , not in his usual business clothes , but sweats and black shirt that tightened around his muscles deliciously.
that is why you couldn’t get the door open ; it wasn’t your damn door to begin with. “kei.” you tried to stand up , he caught you before you could fall back down.
“you’re drunk.” he said
“hardly i only four drinks , that’s barely anything.” the older man held you tighten , taking the key from your hands , shutting the door , holding your body up as he opened your door.
“it was clearly enough , you can barely stand up baby girl.” hearing the nickname made you look up.
“don’t call me that.” you slurred , groaning. “it makes my heart race and my brain think things. he picked you up making his way to your room , body in his hand , he sat you down on the bed.
“yeah like what?” he said , taking your shoes off. “what do you think about?”
“what it would sound like when you call me that while touching me.” the alcohol making you say things you would only say inside your head ; or to ningning.
“come on let’s get you into bed.” he pulled the covers back , your bright pink vibrator right where you threw it yesterday , he tried to ignore it , but the thought of you touching yourself — maybe to the thought of him. “come on.”
“i ate the lunch you packed for me , just like you said.” you crawled into bed , just pushing the vibrator to the side.
“good girl.” he did it just to see your reaction , which didn’t disappoint him , your whiny voice , cheeks flushed from the alcohol as you pouted.
“i said don’t call me that if you aren’t gonna take responsibility.”
“pretty im half your age , what are you gonna do with an old man like me?” pulling the covers over your body.
“i-i’m not a kid , i have my own apartment, im a big girl.” your words slurred , eyes closed , he laughed.
“yeah you do , but look at the state of you , you need someone to take care of you , you almost broke your key and my door trying to get into my unit.” he teased. “it’s cute watching you prove yourself to me though.”
the alcohol running through your body making you way too confident , you grabbed him by his shirt pulling into a kiss. “i-i want you.”
“you’re drunk.” he released your grip on his shirt. “i’m not those boys you hook up with i’m not gonna do anything to you when you’re drunk.”
“m’not drunk.”
“yeah okay , you couldn’t tell me what day it is , i don’t care if you’re a little bit tipsy , nothing is happening tonight except you going to bed.” he said , as much his cock was desperately twitching in his sweats , there was no way you could consent to what he wanted to do with you. “now close your eyes.”
you listened with a pout. “don’t pout , i don’t like bratty girls , i like good girls.” he said. “you’re a good girl aren’t you?” you nodded. “good now, sleep.”
watching you slip into a deep sleep , he went into your bathroom hoping to find some medication for your obvious headache in the morning , filling up a glass of water and sitting it on your nightstand — taking one final look at you before leaving you be taking his leave back to apartment ; to deal with his other problem
his hands wrapped around the base of his cock ; the moment he got back to his apartment , he went straight to his room — stripping himself of his underwear and sweats. he barely had time to do his normal routine , dealing with work, aiko and every day life ; there was simply no time to take care himself , and when there was a little time he was too exhausted to do anything but rest.
but with you around , giving him plenty to think about. pumping his length , he thought about the other night , it was for only a short time , but he was sure you felt his cock pressed against your ass. thinking about bending you over , fucking you against the counter — his bigger frame covering yours as he pounded into you. “fuck.”
he could tell you’d react so well for him , the way you reacted to when he called you good girl , he could see your eyes glazing over , the look of need. he stroked his cock faster. he knew you’d be tight — fuck you’d milk his cock he knew it , he groaned squeezing his balls in his hand as he fastened his pace , the thought of his young neighbor crying from his cock had him bursting , cumming all over his hand.
breathing heavily as he came down from his high ; he pushed his glasses up on his face , he laid there , his cum staining his stomach as thoughts of you still plagued his mind. he was half your age , he shouldn’t even be thinking about you in this manner — but it didn’t stop his cock twitching at the thought of you , blood rushing back down to his balls , his hand wrapping around the base ready to go again.
the next morning you woke up to the room still spinning and your ears ringing — and then the memories kicked in and you wanted to die.
after wallowing in self pity for an hour , you got out of bed and showered , still smelling like yesterday and whatever you had to drink — how the hell would you ever face kei again? you completely embarrassed yourself. getting dressed and taking the pill left on your night stand , another reminder of kei being in your space seeing you wasted out of your mind. you need to apologize for everything. you didn’t want to , just wanting to forget it ; but how could you forget kissing him.
your hand hovered over his apartment door , holding the empty controller cringing as you knocked. you really didn’t want to be doing this , but it was the grown up thing to do. you waited for him to answer , almost turning back into your unit — too bad the door opened up.
“yn.” kei stood there in the same outfit from last night , his hair tossed around like had just woken up. “you okay?”
“i’m so sorry.” a plethora of apologies spilled from your lips. “it was so inappropriate for me to do that , being drunk doesn’t excuse that.” you lower your head in shame. “i’m so embarrassed right now.”
“look at me.” he said , waiting for you to raise your head ; which you did. “come in and eat something.” taking the container from your hand.
you were almost afraid to walk in , but he just guided you into the unit , his hand on your lower back , closing the door. “i’m not really hungry.” you both entered his kitchen.
“you need to eat something.” he brought out a bowl , filling it with rice and an egg. “i’m pretty sure you have a hangover , did you take the pill i left out for you?” he sat across from you , his arms folded , waiting for your answer.
“i did thank you.”
“you shouldn’t drink like that , it can’t be healthy for you.” he said , already lecturing you while you ate. “and to come home like that alone isn’t safe , anything can happen to a young girl who’s drunk.”
“i wasn’t that drunk.” you lied knowing full well you can’t even remember if you came home with shoes. “just a little tipsy.” you finished off your food. he stood up , taking the bowl , sitting in the sink.
“ a little tipsy.” he laughed , but it wasn’t the hearty laugh you knew from the man , this one was different. “what exactly do you remember from last night?”
“uh..” you were too embarrassed to say it , so you just lowered your head , he grabbed your cheeks, lifting your head. “come on speak , i know you remember.”
“you need me to remind you?”
his body hovering over your sitting frame , your neck cranning up to look at him. “you admitting to me that you think about me touch you , you wanted me to take responsibility — you don’t remember that?”
“no need to apologize to me pretty , i’ll take responsibility,” he said. “you have to be a good for me , can you remember what i told you yesterday or do you need a reminder?” he bent down to your level. “i told you i like good girls , i’ll only take responsibility if you be a good girl.”
“can you do that for me?”
you nodded , he released your cheeks. “use your words.” he said , his tone more authoritative than his usual soft tone.
“yes.”
he smiled. “good , than stand up for me.” you obeyed his word , standing up. “come on.” he took you back to his room , sitting down on his bed , gesturing for you come sit on his lap. “come here.”
you sat on his lap , feeling the hardness of his cock through his sweats. “you feel that?” the man said. “been fucking hard since last night , you kept running that pretty mouth of yours , got me all worked up no matter how much i tried to jerk off.” he kissed your neck. “i shouldn’t be doing this with you , you’re too young.”
“im old enough , im not a kid.” you sighed feeling his lips on yours. “i want it , i want you.”
“yeah?” he lifted you off his lap , “get on your knees for me then.” you sunk down to the floor , crawling in between his legs. “good girl , take me out.” he sat back watching your hands undo the ties to his sweats , lifting his hips up allowing you to pull them down to his ankles , his cock hard against his underwear , you kissed his bulge.
“take it out.”
you released his cock , his thick length almost slapping you in the face; you wrapped your hands around it , stroking his length , he groaned. “fuck that’s it — such a good girl f’me , put it in your mouth.”
you took his cock into your mouths , barely able to fit him into your mouth , you wrapped your hand around what you couldn’t fit. “your mouth is so tiny , i barely fit.” he groaned as you bobbed your head up and down. “come on take all of if , you can do it.”
he held your head down , guiding you all the way down his cock. “fuck that’s it , take all of it.” the elder man moaned , his hand tightening in your hair , you gagged around his length , his hips fucking up into your mouth. “tight fucking throat , gonna cum.”
pulling you off , his cock holding your head in place while he used the other one to jerk off. “open your mouth.” you obeyed , waiting for his cum. “good girl -fuck-” he came with a hiss , covering your lips in his cum. “come on , lick it off.” licking your lips , you brought your mouth back to his tip , sucking on it.
“sh-shit you’re gonna kill me.” you smiled pulling away from his cock , kissing the tip. “you love sucking my dick that much?” you nodded.
“so much.”
“that’s not being a good girl, pretty , that’s being a slut.” your thighs clenched involuntarily as the degrading nickname. “you’re a slut for my dick.” the sudden change in his behavior made your head spin , he smirked seeing the look in your eyes , slapping the tip on your lips. “get up.”
throwing your body down on the bed , he got rid of his clothes climbing on top of you , reaching for your shorts , pulling them down. “no panties?” he looked up at you , smirking condescendingly. “did you come over here to apologize or get dicked down by someone years older than you.” rubbing his length along your folds , the noise embarrassingly loud.
“pussy so noisy baby you’re making such a mess.”
“kei pl-please.” you whimpered , your hole clenching around nothing as he teased you. “pl-please fuck me.” your voice full of need and desperation.
he teased his tip inside , cursing as your warm cunt sucked him in. “so fucking tight pretty , relax.” he held your waist as he slowly moved , pushing his cock deeper inside. “you’re so tiny down there , i don’t think you’ll be able to take all of me.”
“i can do it please , i want it all.” you moaned. “i-i can take it.”
“yeah.” he looked down where you were already impaled on his cock. “well then take it.” he pushed himself all the way in , you let out what could only be a squeal , his cock stretching you out.
“fuck pretty , you’re squeezing me so tight -fuck- can barely move.”
“b-big.” you stuttered.
he moved slowly , your silky cunt. “i know , but you said you wanted it , you said you can take it right?” he kissed your fluttering eyelashes. “you’re not going back on your word right?”
his cock hitting deep inside you , shaking your head with a loud moan. “good girl.” you clenched.
“fa-faster.” lifting your waist up getting a deeper angle , he fastened his pace , your moans picking up. “ke-kei!”
it all felt like too much , your hands fell to his waist , pushing at it. “no don’t run from me now.” he grabbed your hands , pinning them above your head , pushing your legs up on your chest. “you said you can take it , so be a good girl and take it.” your eyes rolling to the back of you bed as he pounded into you. “that’s it.” he grunted.
“you look so pretty going dumb on my cock.” he grunted. “such a pretty girl , you're gonna cum for me? make a mess on my dick?”
you whimpered. “fe-feels weird.”
he laughed condescendingly. “no baby that means you’re pretty little pussy is about to squirt for me.” he attacked your clit with harsh finger eights. “go ahead cum.”
your legs shook as you finally snapped , your juices wetting his lower half ; that didn’t stop him though , he kept fucking you , holding you down as he plowed into you — he was ruining you. “too much.”
“i’m almost there you can hold it.” he grunted. “don’t be selfish, baby , let me cum.” his balls tightening , he was about to cum. “sh-shit.” you were on cloud nine as he finally came , pulling out to cum on your puffy cunt. “so messy.”
tapping his cock on your cunt , making your legs shake in response. “i think you got another in you.”
before you could protest he was in between your legs , his mouth kissing your clit. “kei wa-wait.” you grabbed his hair. he looked up at you through his lashes , before dove into your cunt , licking up his mess — your body felt like liquid in his hand as he skillfully used his tongue.
you felt your second orgasm of the night was approaching you tried to pull away but he held your wrist , keeping you in place. “k-kei i’m gonna cum again.”
this orgasm was even more intense than the last , you genuinely felt like you were gonna pass out ; it was only two orgasms but the way he fucked had you feeling like you had been at it for hours , you were literally shaking as he pulled away , giving your clit one final kiss.
“you look so cute , all ruined for me.” he kissed you lips softly. “just lay there , i’ll take care of you.”
and that he did , running a warm bath for you to soak in , he cleaned your body , softly working the soap into your skin , washing you off , leaving you to soak your aching bones in the water while he cleaned the bed up , replacing the bedding , warming the blanket it for you to climb under after the bath.
he gave you a shirt to sleep in , leaving water by the bed side. “you need to drink , you’re gonna get dehydrated.”
“even after all that , you’re gonna nag me?” you pouted , pulling him down into bed.
“well yes i am , you lost a bunch of fluids don’t you think?” your cheeks flushed. “exactly , so you need to drink.”
“fine i will.”
“good girl.” you bit down on your lower lip , he smirked. “are you serious , i can’t keep up with you pretty , you know i’m an old man , my stamina isn’t like yours.”
“you’re not sixty , and i can feel that you’re still hard.” you said , touching his half hard cock through his sweats, he cursed. “see?”
“i’m not giving into your pleas princess , you’re just gonna have to to wait until later , when you’ve recovered a bit and ate something.”
“jesus you really are an old man , aren’t you?” he pinched your side. “ouch.”
“god forbid i keep you from passing out , keep being a brat i wont give you anything later.” he whispered against your temples , you quickly gave in.
timestamp drabble in which ... your boyfriend, jihoon, is home from a long day of practice and you just want him close.
𐙚pairing: idol!jihoon x gn!reader
𐙚content: fluff, established relationship, kissing, jihoon post-practice
𐙚word count: 625
a/n: my first post! i’ve had this wip in my notes for so long and finally managed to polish it up enough to feel okay about uploading it. (sorry, the use of present & past tense will not be consistent.)
late afternoon sun shone through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow across the adjacent living room walls. you laid on the couch, legs outstretched and covered with your favorite fleece blanket. it was a bit worn from many years of cuddling, but that made it more cozy.
too distracted by short-form cooking videos, you didn’t hear keys turning in the lock of the front door. only when the door slammed shut, were you startled from doomscrolling. you hear shuffling, presumably your boyfriend, jihoon, taking off his shoes and dropping off his bag in the entryway.
“i’m over here!” you call out. after shedding his shoes and jacket near the door, the next step in his routine was always to locate you. given that you shared a one-bedroom apartment, he typically was able to find you in under a minute.
you drop your phone to the side as he strides over to where you lay. cooking instructions continue to warble on muffled by the sofa cushions. as he's standing over you, hands stuffed into the pockets of black sweatpants, the familiar scent of him fills your nostrils—mostly sweat, any traces of his body soap or deodorant were long gone. he didn’t smell great, but it was a comfort all the same. after spending hours alone while jihoon worked, your favorite person was finally within arm's reach. "how long have you been laying here?"
"too long, probably," you admit with a shrug. “i sat down to watch a couple videos and now it’s-"
“after five in the evening,” he answers. jihoon knows on days that you don't work, you usually curl up with your phone and spend hours on the sofa. you then raise your arms, inviting him in for a hug. he leans down, placing a quick kiss to your lips. his long hair falls to the side of his face and tickles your cheeks. the warmth of your boyfriend’s plush, pink lips against your own makes your heart flutter—a sensation you've craved all day but is gone too quickly when he pulls back.
“wait, another one,” you protest before he has the chance to walk away. never denying you of affection, jihoon smiles and plants another kiss on your puckered lips. before the moment can end, you loop your arms around his neck, clasping your fingers. he stumbles, dropping his hands onto the couch on either side of your head.
“baby i’ll fall on you like this,” he lets out a raspy chuckle. his eyes trail over your face, noting the satisfaction--from your eyelashes brushing your cheeks to your closed-lipped smile.
“good,” you hum contentedly. in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to have your boyfriend as close to you as possible. his chest pressed to yours and his legs slotted between.
“but i’m sweaty from practice.” at his resistance, your eyelids flutter open and you're met with your favorite view. jihoon’s brown eyes gazing at you warmly, always accompanied a hint of a smirk, like he was charmed by your cuteness, by how much you wanted to be close.
“please, just a few minutes. i missed you today,” you pout, aware that he’s unable to resist your pouty lips and doe eyes. and what you’d said was true. though you'd been texting throughout the day, you missed the warmth and comfort of his physical presence.
“a few minutes,” jihoon relented. “then i have to shower.” the faint scent of your conditioner filled his nose as he snuggled further into your neck. though he would much rather be clean before holding you, jihoon couldn’t deny that he’d missed being in your arms like this as much as you did.
“yeah, you are kinda stinky,” you mumble and a laugh bubbles from your lips.
✎ᝰ.
(can you tell i miss woozi?)
if even one person enjoys this, then it was worth posting. thank you for reading ♡
pairing: puppy sub!maki x dom!reader
word count: 1.6k
summary: "But what if I wanna make you loud and stupid puppy?" You frown. Rocking your hips forward once. It's enough to have him grab your hips.
"Whatever you want, whatever…j-just, me…touch me." Already so lost that he can't speak properly, but pups don't need to talk well. They just need to take, mewl, beg.
warnings: afab!reader, dryhumping, nipple play (m receiving.), mama as a title once or twice, puppy as a name for maki, mild petplay, everything written IS consensual!!, i think that's all!
Maki gets like this. Amped up on adrenaline, shared laughter, drinking games, and more. Parties have always been something he enjoys. He's a social guy, so the many interactions, as well as the loud noises? It all comes easily to him.
He shines bright in any room, no matter who's there. He'll take the attention even if not on purpose. The man is so charming, charismatic, and loud. It all makes him so magnetic, as if you must make your way near him somehow.
That's how you met him. At a party like the one you both attend tonight. Yet this time, instead of just feeling the magnetic force of all that is Maki, he follows behind you like a lost puppy who doesn't know what to think or do.
It's unusual.
Sure, Maki never leaves you alone at parties, and if you're apart from him for more than five minutes, he always takes time to find you among the crowd to make sure you're doing okay. But he's never been this close to you. Always tending to be occupied by some game happening outside or some dance line going on in the large living room of the frat house.
Luckily, the drinks are tasty tonight. They are much to your liking, which is also unusual. however you know it's because Fuma took your request for a mango drink, being here instead of passion fruit. You make a note to thank him later.
Maki stands close, caging you against the counter, uncaring of all the people maneuvering around your bodies to try and get something from behind or in one of the coolers near you, and his tangled legs.
He won't move or say anything; he's just eyeing you. So you stare back, but that's when you see it. That fuzzy glint in his eye that he usually only gets when he's alone with you. The glint means he's feeling buttery smooth and free from all thoughts and decisions. Looking to you for all guidance.
"Baby."
"Hm?" he replies. Eyes somehow getting lower than they already beautifully droop.
"What's got you so—"
You don't finish. He's glad you don't because red flushes his skin instantly. He should have known you'd notice, you always do. Everything about him from the inside out, you understand. See.
"Don't know," he finally answers. dipping his head to hang low. meeting your shoulder in the process. The smile creeps up onto your lips, and the need to kiss him is so strong you must land one on his cheek. That should suffice for now.
"Why'd you come out if you knew you'd be so fuzzy?" Your tone is gentle, not reprimanding at all. you know Maki well enough to know that since he promised Nicho that he'd be here tonight, that's he be here no matter what. Even if he's in that space, that makes him practically grow physical ears and a tail.
"Don't know…" he repeats. This time, he gets closer to your neck and breathes in deeply and unfiltered. Not thinking one bit about how intimate you both appear in a fucking frat house kitchen.
It fits him so well that you want to giggle. Frat boy Maki, who loves to party, somehow gets puppybrained minutes into said party and wants to start scenting his girlfriend in the frat house kitchen, no care in the world about how others can see him.
You'd call that one hell of a book.
Rubbing up his arm, you trail your fingertips lightly over the taut muscles. Pale skin, solid and thick with his efforts. Gently, you stroke your fingers higher up his neck, causing a shiver to wrack down his spine. He sniffs closer to your skin, pressing hard against you.
Finally reaching the hair at his nape, you tug softly. Enough to have him nod into your neck. You need to take care of him, and the kitchen is not the spot to do so.
"Wanna head upstairs, puppy?" you whisper into his ear.
There's the slight buckle of his knees. He doesn't speak, move, or look at you. Just goes limp, and you know that's him waiting for you to take his hand and guide him up each creaky stair, until his back is against the headboard of his bed and his feet are rid of the chunky shoes he wore.
"Hurry!" he rushes as you still stand away at his closet, putting away the clothes you've stripped off of him. You aren't being slow on purpose—okay, maybe a little.
It's because, as fuzzy as Maki is right now, he's even needier in this space. Cock hard against his briefs from nothing more than having you nearby. Hands clenching and unclenching because you aren't in his grasp. It makes you want to drag his need out until he's practically drooling dumb into your neck as his cock fucks in and out of your heat.
However, tonight you just want to touch him. He'll get the treat of fucking you later tonight, perhaps— if you're feeling nice like that.
Finally, closing his closet, you tread lightly over to him. His eyes sparkle when your dress falls onto the floor. You are clad in nothing but a pair of pink panties. Lace hem with a pretty bow in the middle. He groans. The sight is enough to have him closing his eyes, trying his best to cling to some form of sanity, but the pup in him whines the closer your heat inches towards his length.
"So whiny like this, gonna let me shut you up?" he nods before you even finish the sentence. Agreeing to whatever you say, even if he doesn't know what the next word will be. You laugh before sucking your teeth.
"But what if I wanna make you loud and stupid puppy?" you frown. Rocking your hips forward once. It's enough to have him grab your hips.
"Whatever you want, whatever…j-just, me…touch me." Already so lost that he can't speak properly, but pups don't need to talk well. They just need to take, mewl, beg.
So before you say anything else, you begin a quick pace. clit rubbing against the throbbing base of him. His cock heavy against his abdomen. The damp fabric spurs you on. Feeling it through the thin pink panties. It's so good.
Maki is breathing fast, uneven, as if just having you dryhump his dick without care is taking him somewhere euphoric.
You're needy, teeth itching to bite.
Watching his pretty chest heaving up and down, you eye the dusty, rosy buds. Perk in the cold air of his frat room, practically inviting you to lick at them. Dragging your tongue up one of them without warning makes him squeak cutely.
"N…not there," he panics. A Cheshire grin takes place on your face, ignoring him. Sucking harshly before teething on the buds. Moving from one to the other until he's hot pink all over. Nipples erect and chest sucked to marks. So pretty.
"Puppy, you say one thing but look—" you hold both his pecks in your hand. squeezing them tightly before trying to push the firm muscles together.
It's embarrassing how much he's getting off to this, yet it's nothing new to you. He knows that, but what if he comes too fast? He doesn't wanna! and—
You silence all thoughts in his head.
"Shh, baby, just feel good. No one has to know how sensitive my pretty pups nipples are. No one but mama."
The title gets him close. So close, he flips you both over to gnaw at your shoulder. Rutting his sopping clothed dick up and down your slit. Gasping every time his tip catches at your entrance, he nods.
"Puppy's gonna c-cum mama," he whispers, whiny tone making you clench.
Tugging at his hair, pulling him back until his dazed eyes gaze into yours.
"Yeah, gonna make a mess on my pretty panties? Pull it out, puppy. Wanna feel it all against me." Shaky hands pull at his briefs until they are around his thick thighs. Thighs that are so strong and jiggle slightly as he thrusts his exposed length against the thin fabric that hides you from him.
It's exciting. Knowing he can feel but can't see you yet, he gives in so easily at your request to have him hang heavy against you. Marking your skin with milky white that shoots from his bruising tip.
You notice him whining, moving his chest closer to your face, the pretty pups' silent ask makes you wetter than you can describe. You hum before licking at his nipples again, sucking one and then the other hard. Flicking your tongue as the suction turns his pale skin deep red.
When he cums, he doesn't look away from you. His eyebrows furrow and his droopy eyes hold some tears at the edges. you kiss them away before taking his lips onto your own.
Feverish tongue against tongue and your teeth into his plush bottom lip. Both sighing into the kiss, he pulls back to bite at your neck. Imprinting the skin with a happy hum when he's satisfied with how deep it is. You'd think he's an actual puppy hybrid with how much it states his need and somehow gets him half hard again.
The thick cum on your panties makes you tap it into your clit. Pulling the panties to the side and toying with Maki's cum into your wetness until it's mixed. Shivering, he watches, tongue darting out to wet his lips. You automatically know where his mind went. Your needy lil thing.
"Taste it for me, puppy?"
a/n: i hope you all enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it! <3
woozi + face slapping, the fact that i was just waiting for this request lmfao!!! slap me in the face woozi-ya!!! 🙏
warnings: smut, face-slapping (both receiving), penetrative sex, rough sex
jihoon always had a way of putting his hands to use, like he was born to make your body melt. he’d use those strong, long fingers to stretch you out, making sure you were ready for the size of him—he never liked rushing. he’d make you wait, teasing you with slow strokes, and you’d be squirming by the time he slid inside, whining for him to just go faster, go deeper. but nah, he was too good at keeping control, too good at making you beg for it.
and omg—hair pulling!!! every time he’d fist a handful, tilting your head back just so, you’d feel the pull all the way down to your pussy. you loved that. he loved it too. would smirk at the way your breath hitched when he did it, how you’d arch your back without even thinking, how you grow insanely wetter around his cock.
slapping your ass was his thing too. he’d do it at random, mid-thrust, like it was just a reflex or something. you’d never complain about it either, the sting of his palm paired with the pressure between your thighs had you moaning like a damn mess.
but there was this thing—this one thing—you’d been thinking about asking him for a while. it made your stomach twist a little ‘cause it felt kinda embarrassing, even though with the way he fucked you, you shouldn’t be embarrassed about anything anymore. but still, you’d kept it quiet, kept it locked up in the back of your mind.
until, one night, you just couldn’t hold it in anymore. you knew that he drove you crazy enough to pull this from you one day. you couldn’t help it—you just blurted it out, voice shaky, barely loud enough for him to hear over the sound of your moaning.
“slap me,” you whispered.
he didn’t even miss a beat, hips still working like a machine, as he tilted his head, like a curious kitten. “where?” you could feel the heat creeping up your neck. you bit your lip, looking away for a second, the words caught in your throat, ‘cause this wasn’t something you just casually asked for.
he wasn’t having it though, wasn’t gonna let you off that easy. “where?” he asked again, sharper this time, thrusting faster, shallow, but enough to make your breath hitch, make your legs shake.
you knew what he was doing. he was making you say it, making you feel every inch of him until you couldn’t stay quiet anymore.
“jihoon—“ you tried to keep steady, but your voice broke when he thrust deep this time, substituting the shallow and quick thrusts, rolling his hips, the pressure inside you reaching the g'spot, a spot that made you want to scream. it would always make you cum or... scream, or both.
“say it,” he growled, grip on your hip tightening, and you knew you couldn’t hold it back.
“my face,” you finally screamed, heat rushing to your cheeks, even though every part of you was already flushed from how hard he was fucking you.
you heard him chuckle, like it was something dumb, like he’d been waiting for that exact moment. his hand came up before you could even think about it, connecting with your cheek—stinging, but also so fucking hot.
“like that?” his voice was so cocky, so self-satisfied, but all you could do was nod, your mouth hanging open as another slap came, this one harder, and you felt yourself getting even wetter from it.
“fuck, ji!” you moaned, body shaking, but he didn’t stop, didn’t let up. he kept hitting that spot inside you with each thrust, his pace punishing now, his hand gripping your chin after each slap to make sure you were looking at him.
you couldn’t even form words at that point, just nodding, moaning, body trembling under him as he kept fucking you like he owned every single part of you.
“answer me,” he demanded, his hips slamming into yours with this ruthless rhythm, and you felt yourself spiraling, your orgasm building so fast you could merely keep up.
“yes—fuck, yes, jihoon,” you cried out, your voice cracking as your whole body tensed.
his hips are still rolling, those deep, slow thrusts that make you feel every inch of him, make your body quake every time he bottoms out. he was savoring the way your walls clenched around him, the way you’d whimper his name without meaning to. “can’t believe you wanted this,” he muttered, mocking. “you wanted me to slap you, hm? wanted me to treat you like the dirty little slut you are? why would you like this?” the words fell from his lips so easily, like he was saying the filthiest things and expecting you to break apart just from hearing him.
your mind was spinning, lost in the haze of it all, but somehow—somehow—you managed to catch enough breath to respond. or, at least, to show him exactly how much you wanted it, why would you like something like this. with a rise of boldness you didn’t even know you had, you lifted your trembling hand and slapped his face. the slap isn’t hard—not as hard as he slapped you—but it’s enough to make his head snap to the side, his dark eyes blinking in shock for a split second.
jihoon froze. his hips stilled inside you, deep, so deep it made your entire body shake. your legs jerked uncontrollably against his sides, your back arching off the bed as the pressure of him not moving—just staying buried inside you—made you sob.
you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. he wasn’t moving. he just stayed like that, still, heavy inside you, his breath coming out in rough pants, like he couldn’t believe what you’d just done.
“you really slapped me,” he said, socked, but inside, he fucking loved it. his hand gripped your waist tighter, fingers digging into your skin like he was holding back from losing control. “you’re really gonna act like you can handle more of this? ‘cause trust me—” he leaned down, lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, “—you can’t.”
his words put up in the air, daring, taunting. but his hips stayed completely still, your body was shaking, trembling against his, desperate for him to move, to do something, but he wasn’t giving it to you.
your breath hitched, your back arching again, trying to shift against him, trying to get some kind of friction, but he wouldn’t let you. he wouldn’t fucking let you.
“what’s wrong?” he chuckled, that dark, teasing tone creeping back in. “thought you wanted this? thought you liked it when i fucked you hard, slapped you around a bit. now look at you, falling apart when i’m not even moving.” he paused, letting the silence stretch, feeling how tight you were around him. “pathetic.”
he rolled his hips, just barely, making your eyes roll back from how deep he still was. your walls clamped down on him immediately, body reacting without you even thinking, but he didn’t give you anything more.
“tell me why you wanted this,” he demanded, voice firm. “tell me why you wanted me to slap your pretty face, hm?”
you whimpered, legs trembling against his sides, your body practically begging for him to start moving again. but he wasn’t going to give you what you wanted until you said it. you could tell by the way he stayed still, by the smug look on his face that made your stomach twist.
you mumbled it almost absentmindedly, like you were lost somewhere between pleasure and exhaustion. “i love it when you discount your stress on me.” it was quiet, but he heard you. jihoon paused for a second, then bit his lip, eyes narrowing slightly before he chuckled.
“baby,” he started, “if i ever really discounted my stress on you, you wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.” his eyes, a merge of humor and threat, making you snort despite yourself.
you laughed, breathless and weak, your body trembling under him, and he laughed too. “nah, i’m serious,” he continued, his thumb tracing soft circles on your cheek, his gaze still locked on yours. “you laugh too much, you know that?”
you were still smiling when his hand came down on your face again, harsher this time, the sharp sting making your breath hitch.
smack!
his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, eyes focused on the way your cheek turned pink from the hit. he was still smiling, that same smug look on his face. you gasped when you felt your body respond, your pussy tightening around his cock squeezing him like a fucking vice, and he moaned, nearly losing himself right there as his cock slid just a little out of you with a slick squelch.
“fuck, i felt that,” he groaned. and then, without warning, his hand came down on your face again—another slap—this one harder, making your head jerk to the side.
your skin stung, your breath hitched, and your eyes fluttered shut “look at me,” he commanded, grabbing your chin and turning your face back toward him. his fingers pressed into your skin, forcing you to meet his gaze, and you could scarcely keep your eyes open. “you’re gonna be my good girl and take all of it, huh?”
you nodded weakly. “yes, ji…”
“fuckin’ right you are.” he didn’t waste a second after that. his hand slid down to your throat, wrapping around it slowly, squeezing just enough to make your breathing uneven. he started to rock his hips again. his cock slid in and out of you, so deep, each thrust making you choke on the air you were trying to pull in.
“s-so good, ji! shit—” you whimpered, barely able to get the words out, your voice strangled.
“nah, don’t talk,” he grunted, hips slamming into you harder, making the bed creak. his hand tightened around your throat, his thumb pressing just under your jaw, making your head spin. “just take it. take my cock like the good little slut you are.”
a lesson in begging 🚇 soonyoung x reader x jihoon.
jihoon learns the art of saying 'please', courtesy of his best friend and his best friend's girlfriend.
★ word count: 3.7k
★ genre/warnings: 18+ content. smut with 🤏 pinch of plot; jihoon-centric after the intro. established relationship (soonyoung x reader), mentions of female anatomy, pet names (s: ‘baby’, ‘goddess’, ‘good boy’). exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, so much begging, both soonyoung and jihoon are kind of pathetic [lovingly] in this one.
★ footnotes: once again, when your biases release a song single album, you write the goddamn smut (2). shoutout to urbano latino & reggaeton music for getting me through this, and to @gyubakeries, @gotta-winwin & @diamonddaze01 for the hand-holding.
Soonyoung likes to think he’s a pretty generous guy.
He’s never selfish about what he has. He shares when he can to anyone who asks. You, in particular, never have time to want anything; your darling boyfriend is attune to anything your heart might ever desire.
And if that just so happens to be his best friend Jihoon? Well, like we’ve established: Soonyoung is always going to give.
You hadn’t really been discreet about it. You’d been guilty, maybe, but you were a language that Soonyoung was fluent in. He saw the way you’d watch Jihoon while the latter worked out, saw the way your face would light up when you’d hear the other man was coming over for one reason or another.
A normal boyfriend would have been alarmed, might have thrown a fit. But Soonyoung was never normal to begin with.
And— he never admitted this to you, did he?— he’d rather it be Jihoon than anyone else, anyway.
You’re mortified when Soonyoung first brings it up. You’re ready to apologize for thinking Jihoon is sex on legs, but then Soonyoung makes his proposition.
“I promised I’d give you everything, baby.” His voice is sweet and earnest. There’s no hint of maliciousness in it; he’s not using this as leverage. “Let me get you this, too.”
That’s another thing about Soonyoung: It’s always been so hard to say ‘no’ to him.
Jihoon is convinced this is some form of elaborate prank.
The words that just came out of Soonyoung’s mouth have yet to register to him. After ‘not a threesome’ a couple of sentences ago, Jihoon just kind of blanked out.
You’re sitting on the edge of the bed you share with Soonyoung. You look pretty, Jihoon thinks, but then he corrects himself. You’re always pretty.
Crap. That’s what got him in this situation, isn’t it?
Jihoon takes a steadying breath when he realizes that you and Soonyoung are waiting for a response. “I’m sorry,” says Jihoon, keeping his voice as even as possible, “but what the actual fuck?”
Soonyoung snickers. You look a little less amused. You elbow your boyfriend, a look of mild horror crossing your expression.
“You didn’t warn him before inviting him over?” you seethe.
Soonyoung rubs the side you’d hit. “I thought we could all talk about it together,” he shoots back. “You know, like a proper discussion.”
“A discussion,” Jihoon echoes. He’s not sure if it’s you or him that’s going to throttle Soonyoung first.
Jihoon’s mental list of how he intends to physically harm Soonyoung comes to a temporary pause. You’re looking at Jihoon, now, with an expression that’s almost apologetic. It makes something seize up in the man’s chest.
“I didn’t mean to put you in an uncomfortable situation,” you say. “I just thought…”
You trail off, and it’s the cruelest cliffhanger Jihoon has ever witnessed. “Thought what?” he prompts, shoving his hands in his pockets. That way, you wouldn’t have to see how he’s started shaking.
Soonyoung finishes what you started. “We thought you wanted this.”
As if to explain what this was, Soonyoung reaches over from behind you and places his hand on your thigh. Jihoon’s eyes flick to the movement, but he looks away just as quickly.
Soonyoung gives your thigh a light, reassuring squeeze. His eyes never leave Jihoon’s face. There’s a bit of a challenge, a hint of something serious. Like Soonyoung is daring Jihoon to deny his wants, deny this, deny you.
You— looking criminally lovely, watching Jihoon with caution and concern. There’s an undercurrent of distress in your expression, mixing with the annoyance at Soonyoung’s lack of tact.
Jihoon swallows around the lump in his throat. He says something. It’s barely above a whisper.
“Pardon?” you call out.
To hell with it, Jihoon thinks. To hell with it all.
He tries again, pitching his voice a little louder. “I do,” he says, wavering a bit on the words, “want this.”
Want you, he had meant to say, but he chickened out at the last moment. It doesn’t matter. You and Soonyoung hear it anyway, and both your expressions shift into something more pleasant. Soonyoung looks smug. You, reassured.
The room suddenly feels a lot warmer. There’s still considerable distance between Jihoon and the two of you. It’s the only thing keeping him sane, really.
“That’s good.” The sheer relief in your tone could drive Jihoon crazy. You go on, “I would have hated to misread.”
Misread which part, Jihoon wonders. The way his eyes always lingered a little too long on the hems of your shorts and skirts? The way all his sharp edges would soften when it came to you?
Jihoon wants you, has wanted you for months. He had convinced himself that he was The World’s Worst Best Friend Ever, even. But Soonyoung is now looking at Jihoon like the latter is the opposite of that. The World’s Best Best Friend Ever— for agreeing to please you.
This arrangement would undoubtedly have consequences, even if it were a one-time thing. Jihoon can’t bring himself to care, though. He’s not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He closes the distance, reveling in the tension that crackles with each step. You tilt your head back ever so slightly in a bid to never break eye contact with Jihoon.
He had hoped to soften the blow with I think, but why deny himself of the plain and simple truth? You’re so soft as you look up at Jihoon, the gratitude written all over your face. The tender moment is short-lived, though, because Soonyoung inevitably butts in.
“Just pretty?” Your boyfriend sounds offended on your behalf. “Is that all you’ve got, Jihoon?”
“Soonyoung,” you chide, but the older man barrels on.
“Pretty isn’t enough,” Soonyoung insists. His hand slides up your thigh, tugging your dress up a little higher. This time, Jihoon lets himself watch, lets himself appreciate your skin as it’s revealed to him. “Do better, Jihoon.”
“What might you suggest?” Jihoon asks, unable to look away from the hint of red lace underneath your dress.
Soonyoung hums lowly. He leans forward, his teeth catching at your earlobe as he keeps your back pressed firmly against his chest.
There wasn’t a doubt in Jihoon’s mind that Soonyoung adored you, practically worshipped the ground you worked on. This made the whole situation even more surreal, but Jihoon can’t look away— at how your eyes flutter close, how your breath hitches ever so slightly.
You’re so damn responsive. Jihoon’s heart thunders in his chest. He can’t imagine how this will end, and it hasn’t even begun.
“Baby,” you say, and Soonyoung quits his teasing.
He rests his chin on your shoulder and fixes his gaze on Jihoon. “If you want something,” Soonyoung drawls, “you’re going to have to beg for it.”
For the first time that night, Jihoon’s facade of calculated calmness crumples. Beg for it? Jihoon wasn’t about to beg Soonyoung for a thing. Soonyoung was the one calling in for a favor, technically. As badly as Jihoon wants you, he can’t imagine himself ever being on his knees for Soonyoung. For anything.
Soonyoung notices Jihoon’s agitation. The blonde’s face breaks out into a shit-eating grin, the kind that promises trouble for days.
“Like this,” Soonyoung chirps, and then he pulls the rug underneath Jihoon’s feet.
Soonyoung shifts on the bed, moving around until he’s at your side instead of cradling you from behind. He presses his knees into the mattress and he wrings his hands together, his face tilted towards yours.
“Please,” Soonyoung tells you sweetly. “Please, please, baby?”
Jihoon’s brain short-circuits. He barely has time to think holy shit before Soonyoung ups his act, showering you with compliments about how perfect you are, about how badly he needs— needs, not wants— you.
You smile a bit before putting Soonyoung out of his misery. It’s not the first time Jihoon has seen the two of you make out, but it’s the first time that you open your eyes mid-kiss to glance at Jihoon, as if checking to see if he’s still watching.
Soonyoung isn’t dealing the cards tonight. You are.
Noted, Jihoon thinks, as he watches you lick into Soonyoung’s mouth. Your boyfriend lets out a sound between a guttural moan and a happy hum. He pulls away a moment later, his grin dopey and his gaze unfocused.
“Good boys get rewarded,” Soonyoung tells Jihoon matter-of-factly.
Jihoon winces. God, he’d rather die than be called a ‘good boy’ by Kwon Soonyoung, of all people. Jihoon is mentally weighing the pros and cons of this whole situation when Soonyoung shuffles backward, leaning against the headboard. Now, it’s just you and Jihoon at the foot of the bed.
He doesn’t know what he should do. Sit? Kiss you senseless? Soonyoung answers for him—
“Beg, Jihoon.” Soonyoung’s tone brooks no argument. “Tell my girlfriend what you want from her.”
You look expectant. Jihoon hadn’t noticed that earlier. So much of you was unassuming, from your perceived shyness to your sundress hiding the red lingerie that was undoubtedly hugging all your curves right. The thought of it makes the front of Jihoon’s jeans feel a lot tighter.
He clears his throat. He got this far; he might as well. And nobody outside this room would have to know, right?
“Please,” Jihoon mumbles.
He expects Soonyoung to speak up, so he’s a bit thrown when you’re the one who goes for the jab. “What was that?” you ask, and it would be innocent if it weren’t for the hint of a smirk on your lips.
Jihoon inwardly prays for the ground to swallow him whole. When that doesn’t happen, he instead grits out his next words.
“Please,” he says through his teeth. “May I kiss you?”
It’s a piss poor attempt, but you’re nothing if not benevolent. Your fingers close around the front of Jihoon’s shirt and you tug him downward.
He nearly stumbles when he feels your mouth against him. Jihoon isn’t sure if he can touch, whether he can even manage, so he ends up grabbing fistfuls of the sheets beneath you as you give him what he asked for.
You kiss him so sweetly. It’s a dangerous thing, one that Jihoon fears he could grow addicted to if he wasn’t careful. Your tongue traces Jihoon’s bottom lip as if testing the waters, and he fights the urge to grab you by the waist and show you exactly how that makes him feel.
The kiss breaks with the two of you gasping for air. Jihoon doesn’t know when he leaned further into your personal space, but he can feel your heaving chest against his own and it’s maddening.
Jihoon had been so lost in the moment he’d forgotten Soonyoung was there, even. The latter pipes up, acutely aware that the kiss hadn’t been enough. That you’d pulled away too soon, leaving Jihoon in absolute shambles.
“If you want more,” Soonyoung says, “you’re going to have to beg harder, Jihoon.”
This is either the best or the worst thing that has ever happened to Jihoon. He’ll decide later, he thinks to himself, as his hands finally find purchase at your hips.
Miraculously, Jihoon finds his voice. “Let me taste you.” Every moment in this room is chipping away at his pride, if the way he whines out the next word is any indication.
“Please,” Jihoon says desperately, despairingly.
It was the very first thing Jihoon remembered learning as a child. Say please, he had been taught. It’s the polite thing to do. It shows you have good manners.
There’s nothing polite about the way Jihoon finds himself in between your thighs. There’s nothing good-mannered about the moans he tears out of you, about the way your fingers tug at his hair in a way that’s almost painful.
You’re on your back, your head in Soonyoung’s lap as Jihoon works on you like a man starved. Your dress is pushed up your chest; Soonyoung could take the opportunity to play with your breasts. Instead, he keeps your hair out of your face and lovingly gazes at you as you thrash underneath Jihoon’s assault.
“Enjoying yourself, baby?” Soonyoung coos.
Your response— something between yes and fuck you— breaks off into a keening whine when Jihoon doubles his efforts. He diligently laps up the slick of your sopping cunt before introducing his fingers; the two digits slide in with little to no resistance, and he rewards you by sucking on your clit.
“Jihoon,” you cry out, your back arching off the bed. “Oh my God, Ji— hng— where did you—?”
“Learn all that?” Soonyoung interjects. You’re too preoccupied to care about your boyfriend interrupting, too focused on Jihoon who has started crooking his fingers. “You know what they say, baby. It’s always the quiet ones you have to look out for.”
Jihoon isn’t about to try and contest Soonyoung, not when you’re writhing so beautifully underneath his mouth. It’s borderline painful, the way Jihoon is grasping your hip like his life depends on it.
An obscene slurp and the tease of another finger is all it takes to have you falling over the edge. Jihoon slows his ministrations, enjoying the feel of you tightening around his fingers.
He pulls away as you come back down to earth. The entire lower half of his face glistens with your slick. Jihoon is obnoxious enough to dart his tongue around his mouth and smack his lips, as if trying to taste as much of you as possible.
Soonyoung cackles. He’s enjoying this far more than he probably should. You can tell, though; there’s a tent in your boyfriend’s sweatpants, his clothed hardness pressing against your cheek.
You nuzzle closer to it, a wordless whine escaping you. Soonyoung gets the message.
“Come on, baby,” he coaxes, guiding you further up the mattress. As he helps you out of your dress, Jihoon situates himself a bit better at the foot of the bed.
He’s in desperate need of friction himself. Absent-mindedly, he palms himself over his jeans, watching as Soonyoung guides you to get on all fours.
Soonyoung’s clothes join yours on the floor. It isn’t the first time that Jihoon has seen Soonyoung’s cock— a story for another time— but there’s still a moment where the younger man is jolted. Having experienced, now, just how tight you are, Jihoon can’t even fathom how Soonyoung can fit inside you.
If either of you notice Jihoon’s attempts to relieve himself, you’re both graceful enough to not comment on it. Soonyoung focuses on bracing himself behind you, one hand resting at your waist while the other gives his cock a couple of leisurely pumps.
You’re already primed to be fucked, but Soonyoung is taking his time. No, Jihoon realizes.
Soonyoung is putting on a show.
There’s a lazy smirk on Soonyoung’s face when he locks eyes with Jihoon. For a moment, Jihoon is tempted to stop touching himself, but it’s like he physically can’t stop himself. Meanwhile, Soonyoung is busying himself with rubbing the length of his cock against the curve of your ass— giving you time to recover from your orgasm while also making Jihoon suffer.
“Wanna fuck my girlfriend, Jihoon?” Soonyoung taunts. “Want her greedy cunt around your cock, hm?”
You let out a low hiss of warning as Jihoon bites back a moan. Soonyoung reels in his bravado, sliding his hand up to entangle his fingers in your hair.
“Sorry, baby,” he says soothingly. “Didn’t mean to talk about you like that.”
Soonyoung pushes your hair over your shoulder so he has better access to your back. He places a couple of kisses across your shoulder blades before glancing back up at Jihoon, the earlier mischievousness considerably dialed down now.
“You know what you have to do,” Soonyoung tells Jihoon. “She’s in charge. Ask.”
The remnants of Jihoon’s shredded pride hold him back. To ask for a kiss, to ask to eat you out— what the hell, sure. To ask if he can fuck you into next week?
Jihoon squeezes himself through his pants, his gaze fixated on the way you’re looking up at him with dazed anticipation. He almost salivates at the thought of your soft, warm walls trying to accommodate him.
Alas, his blasted pride. Jihoon opens his mouth then promptly clamps it close, unable to bring himself for this.
Soonyoung lets out a low ‘tch’ of disapproval. “Suit yourself,” he huffs.
Like a switch that had been flipped, Soonyoung now focuses all his attention on you. “Goddess,” your boyfriend says against your skin, his tone so loving that Jihoon feels like he’s intruding. “Can I make you feel good? Make you finish a second time tonight?”
You give a jerky nod, canting your hips backward until Soonyoung is lined up with you. “Yes, baby,” you whimper, keeping your eyes on Jihoon despite the fact you’re seeking out Soonyoung. “Want you inside me right now.”
“I know, I know,” Soonyoung groans like your words have brought him pain, like it physically hurts him to hear you plead for anything. “I’ll give, baby. I’ll give.”
Soonyoung slides home, benefiting from the slickness of your first orgasm. The two of you let out twin moans. It takes everything in Jihoon not to come on the spot.
Jihoon never thought he’d been into this. He’s frozen, incapable of moving or looking away, as Soonyoung plows into you with practiced thrusts. Your fingers twist into the sheets below you and you struggle to keep your head up, your eyes open.
Your gaze is half-lidded as you watch Jihoon’s slack-jawed expression. It has you fluttering around Soonyoung, who squeezes the flesh of your ass in retaliation.
“Shit.” Your boyfriend picks up his relentless pace, his free hand carefully pressing between your shoulder blades. You sink a little further into the mattress and Soonyoung takes advantage of it, driving himself deeper into you.
“You like having an audience, baby?” Soonyoung breathes.
Somehow, you manage to nod. Jihoon’s fingers close a little tighter around the outline of his jeans and, slowly, tentatively, he goes back to rubbing himself through the rough material. It’s equal parts painful and pleasurable but he figures it’s what he deserves for getting off to his best friend’s girlfriend.
“Tell me what he looks like,” Soonyoung urges, his hands tangling into your hair again. He clutches at your roots and pulls your head back enough so that you have a better view of Jihoon. “Describe it for me, please.”
Soonyoung is always so polite and tender when it comes to you. Jihoon gets you, now; he really does. That doesn’t help the way his dick twitches when he sees the blissed out look on your face, like being stuffed with Soonyoung’s cock had somehow fucked all the thoughts out of your head.
Jihoon must not be looking any better than you, because there’s a ghost of a smile on your face as you fulfill your boyfriend’s request. “He looks desperate,” you mewl, your fingers flexing around the crumpled sheets underneath you. “Looks like he needs something, baby.”
Soonyoung chuckles. “And what does he need?”
“Dunno.” You roll your hips to meet one of Soonyoung’s thrusts, drawing a heated cuss from the man. “He isn’t asking.”
A muscle in Jihoon’s jaw ticks. Oh, this was a different kind of torture. He has half the mind to pull his pants down and shove his dick in your mouth to shut—
“Be nice, baby,” Soonyoung warns, “or else I won’t let you finish.”
It’s an empty threat. Even Jihoon knows that much. You have Soonyoung wrapped around your little finger, and your boyfriend will go to the ends of the world to please you.
Still, you play along. You attempt to apologize, but the word breaks off when Soonyoung slides his fingers over to your clit. His thrusts are uncoordinated with the circles he draws over the sensitive nub, but you don’t seem to mind.
Your eyes are watery from the onslaught of sensations, your legs are shaky, and your lips are parted in a perpetual gasp. Jihoon thinks it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
A sound finally escapes him. It’s a quiet thing— barely a moan— but Soonyoung catches it anyway.
“You’re already on your knees,” Soonyoung tells you quietly, conspiratorially. “How about you show Jihoon how we ask in this relationship, hm?”
It’s so quick, so sudden. Jihoon barely has time to catch on and prepare himself before you’re surging forward, your fingers wrapping around his wrist. You replace his hand with your lips, mouthing his hardness over his jeans.
You’re just as sloppy as Soonyoung. There’s no method to the way you clamp your lips over Jihoon’s clothed cock. It’s all drool, a hint of teeth. A crude imitation of what it’d be like if you actually took him in your mouth.
And Jihoon— he’s surprised he’s still breathing, actually. His hands find purchase at your shoulders, torn between pushing you off and keeping you in place. He settles for the latter, his eyes blown wide as he watches you give him this perverse blowjob.
“Fuck,” Jihoon rasps. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuck—”
You look up at him then. It’s not your eyes that does him over. Not your sweat-slicked forehead or your flushed cheeks. No, it’s the way you pull away ever so briefly, your entire body rocking as Soonyoung continues to pummel into you.
Your breath is warm over Jihoon’s crotch as you whine a single word.
“Please?”
He doesn’t even know what you’re asking for. Regardless, he busts his load with a pained grunt. It’s uncomfortable to come undone in his boxers, with his pants still on, but he can’t help himself.
Soonyoung follows not long after, emptying his load into you. He hisses as he finishes, his own climax bringing you to your second high.
You slump forward, your mouth instinctively latching back onto Jihoon’s waning hardness. He’s so sensitive, but he makes no effort to pull you away from his front. Soonyoung doesn’t seem keen on moving yet either, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the skin of your hips.
“See?” Soonyoung says, his voice wrecked but his grin as annoyingly smug as ever. “Good boy, Jihoon.”
— synopsis: where minghao flexes his fashion awards whenever your brand competes against him during fashion week.
— WC: 3k
— WARNINGS: explicit language, smut, reader uses a transparent clothing (just like rihanna in oscar x swarovski), oral (f. receiving) ENORMOUS DICK!MINGHAO, slight face slap, mentions of choking on a cock, penetrative sex—or trying to.
look, you weren’t trying to start beef with minghao. you don’t even know why the dude hates you so much. okay, maybe you said one thing about his fall line looking like it got snatched off the clearance rack at an IKEA. but that was a year ago. and also? you were drunk and kinda bitter ‘cause your show got bumped for his stupid avant-garde puff-sleeve renaissance clowncore shit.
but now, every fashion week is like a personal vendetta for him to humble you. you’ll be vibin’, sipping your overpriced latte in the designer lounge, and this man will just stroll in, decked out in some vintage runway piece that costs more than your annual budget, flashing that “i won best emerging designer again” smirk like it’s a fucking weapon. and then he’ll throw some casual shit like:
“oh, y/n, is that your collection over there? i thought they were setting up for the kid’s line showcase.”
[...]
so this year, you swore you wouldn’t let him get in your head. you’d play it cool, professional, unbothered. except you walk into your studio late one night, the day before your big runway debut, and this man is just there. sitting on your worktable. wearing a pearl-studded harness and leather pants so tight it should be a crime.
you freeze, halfway through the door, holding the iced coffee you begged your intern to grab five minutes before starbucks closed. “what the fuck are you doing here?”
minghao barely glances up from his phone. “your assistant let me in.”
traitor.
“why?” you slam the coffee on the counter, praying your voice doesn’t shake. the audacity of him just existing in your space is enough to make your blood boil.
he stands, slow as hell, like he’s got all the time in the world. he’s tall—annoyingly tall—so when he steps close, you’re immediately at a disadvantage. but you refuse to back down.
“just wanted to check out the competition,” he says, eyes flicking lazily over the chaos of fabric swatches and half-finished sketches strewn across the room. “cute line. very... simple.”
“fuck you, hao,” you snap, crossing your arms. “it’s called ‘minimalism.’ not that you’d know anything about taste.”
he laughs, soft and low, the kind of sound that creeps under your skin and lingers there. “oh, i have plenty of taste. i just don’t need to keep it basic to get attention.”
and here’s the thing: you hate how much he gets to you. he’s a smug asshole with an overinflated ego, but he’s also stupidly talented, and you can’t ignore the fact that his lines always sell out in under a day. or how his press coverage makes yours look like a local craft fair feature.
but what really gets you is how hot he looks right now, with his ridiculous cheekbones and the glint of that tiny silver chain peeking out from under his collar. it’s disgusting. you hate it.
you’re about to throw a cutting remark his way, something about how he’s overcompensating with all that jewelry, but he beats you to it.
“you know,” he murmurs, stepping even closer, “you’d look good in my designs.”
your brain short-circuits. “excuse me?”
“if you ever want to elevate your style...” he trails off, dragging his gaze down the length of your body like it’s a runway.
“you are so full of shit,” you hiss, but there’s no heat behind it, because your stupid traitorous brain is suddenly imagining what it’d feel like to have his hands on you.
he smirks, all teeth and danger, leaning in so close you can smell his expensive cologne. “maybe. but you’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?”
you don’t answer.
[...]
the next morning, you’re running on zero sleep, fueled by pure spite and caffeine, but your runway show? flawless. models everywhere, hair spray choking the air, seamstresses practically sewing on skin ‘cause the deadlines were that tight. and you were doing a thousand fucking things at once.
fixing a hemline here, shouting at a makeup artist there—“no, not clean girl aesthetic, we’re going full grunge today, wake up!”—all while struggling to get yourself into the swarovskied transparent gown you planned to wear for the night.
no bra, because tits were the least controversial thing in fashion. and the way the crystals draped over your skin looking likew pure art. nipples out and proud, paired with modern curls swirled to perfection and makeup that screamed chaos-but-make-it-glam.
by the time your collection hit the runway, your nerves were shredded. but watching the models strut, each piece shining under the lights... fucking worth it.
and then, the finale: your dress sweeping dramatically across the stage as you closed the parade. you bowed to the crowd, letting the cameras and whispers soak in every inch of you, and as you turned to leave, you felt it.
minghao’s sharp eyes.
you caught his eyes just as they traveled the length of you—from the swirl of your hair, to the unapologetic sharpness of your nipples under the crystals, to the shimmer of your dress, down to the towering heels on your feet.
you just smirked to yourself as you headed backstage, knowing full well your collection didn’t just crawl under his skin this time. it slithered under his flesh, wrapped tight around his ribs, and squeezed.
[...]
minghao’s models stormed the runway like it was their goddamn birthright. and of course, you watched. no designer worth their silk ignored the competition, and minghao wasn’t just competition, he was a walking masterclass in making everyone feel like second place.
he closed his show with his usual flare, stepping out like he already knew the applause was his. fast-forward two designers later, and the nominations for the fashion academy awards started rolling in. you didn’t have to look to know minghao had already claimed half the early awards.
you watched him backstage through narrowed eyes as he balanced four trophies—two tucked in his arms, two in his hands—posing for a picture with that smug-ass smile. you knew that pic was already blowing up on his Instagram. your jaw clenched, nails digging into your palm as the last nominations were announced.
and then, plot twist of the year:
your name came up five times.
designer of the year: you.
new vision in fashion: you.
collection of the year: your brand.
runway innovation: your brand.
showstopper of the year: your brand.
walking out with those five heavy-ass awards in your arms? victory tasted better than champagne. your models and team practically swarmed you, hyping you up ‘cause they knew how much blood, sweat, and tears went into this collection.
but what you really wanted... minghao. definitely minghao. minghao, in your line of sight. because after all the times he flaunted his wins like a smug bastard, you wanted him to feel this.
and lucky for you, fate delivered.
you spotted him in the back hallway, leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone. clearly, he hadn’t heard the last nominees. his head snapped up when your heels echoed through the space.
“oh, hey, hao,” you called out, voice sweet as honey but sharp as glass. you stopped just short of him, shifting the five trophies in your arms so they pressed against your chest. the weight of them pushed your tits up just enough to catch his eyes.
“looks like I’ve got... a plus one on you this year.” you smirked, shaking the awards a little for good measure, the motion making the crystals on your dress catch the dim hallway light.
his eyes flicked down—brief, subtle, but not subtle enough—and then back up, his expression neutral, but you could feel the shift in his ego.
“congrats,” he said, the word clipped like it physically hurt him.
“thanks, babe,” you purred, turning on your heel with a sway of your hips. “see you next season. maybe.”
and with that, you left, letting the click of your heels carry the weight of your victory.
[...]
days later, you were lounging in minghao’s big leather chair, legs crossed up on his table, showing the expensive ass high heels you always wore. his assistant had let you in with barely a question, and you weren’t one to waste an opportunity.
when he finally walked in, his eyes narrowed immediately. “what the hell are you doing here?”
“relax,” you drawled, leaning back like his office was a spa. “your assistant said I could wait. guess they like me more than you.”
he folded his arms, leaning against the doorframe. “didn’t think you’d show your face here after the other night. thought you’d be busy polishing all those trophies.”
you grinned, slow and smug. “oh, i polished them. just thought i’d stop by to see how you’re doing. must be hard, you know—losing.”
his jaw tightened, but he didn’t rise to the bait. instead, he stepped closer, looming over you. “you done?”
“not even close,” you said, standing up to match his energy. you stopped just shy of his chest, tipping your chin up. “but don’t worry, hao. i’ll let you borrow a trophy sometime if you really need the validation.” you patted his shoulder.
he scoffed, his lips curling into something between a smirk and a sneer. “you know, i like your attitude.”
you raised an eyebrow. “yeah? you must, considering how much you stalk me every season.”
“maybe that’s why we should work together.”
you laughed, loud and sharp, tossing your head back. “oh, that’s rich. you? work with me? what, so you can take credit for my ideas and call it a ‘collaboration’?”
he tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly. “i’m serious. we’d be unstoppable.”
for a second, you almost believed him. “unstoppable, huh? what makes you think i’d even want to work with you?”
“because you like the challenge... admit it. you love it when i push you.”
“you’re intolerable.”
“and yet,” he murmured, stepping so close you could feel the heat radiating off him, “you haven’t left yet.”
your laugh came out breathy this time, your pulse quickening as his hand grazed the curve of your hip. “you think I’m staying here for you? please. your assistant let me in, remember?”
“sure,” he said. his thumb traced slow circles against your side, almost lazy. “but you’re still here.”
you were about to snap back with something cutting, something to wipe that stupid smirk off his face, but then he tilted your chin up with two fingers, his gaze locked on yours like a predator sizing up prey.
“stop thinking,” he whispered, leaning in just enough for your lips to almost touch. “you might actually enjoy yourself.”
his lips were soft and plump, moving against yours so fucking good that felt unfair. his hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him, and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped.
your hands found his chest, the fabric of his shirt warm under your fingertips as you pushed him slightly, breaking the kiss with a smirk. “you’re bold, i’ll give you that.”
“you’re still thinking,” he teased, catching your bottom lip between his teeth before pulling back.
your hands slid up to his shoulders, gripping just enough to feel the flex of his muscles. you threatened to sit on his table.
his eyes widened slighty, his hands immediately grabbing your ass to lift you up, making you yelp. “don’t!”
“what? scared i’ll break it?” you teased, wrapping your legs around his waist.
he places the needles that were spread lazily on the table, inside of a box. he turned, his grip firm as he carried you a few steps and sat you on a nearby armchair.
“there were needles on that table, genius,” he scolded, his tone sulky but his fingers tracing slow lines along your thighs. “you’d be bleeding before I even got started.”
“aww,” you cooed, dragging your nails down his neck. “you worried about me, hao?”
“no,” he muttered, kneeling, dipping his head to kiss along your jawline, his teeth grazing just enough to make you arch towards him. “just don’t want to ruin my night with a trip to the hospital.”
your laugh turned into a soft moan as his lips found the spot just below your ear. “guess you’re not as heartless as you act.”
he pulled back slightly, his smirk sharper than ever. “you talk too much.”
you pulled him in for another kiss, your tongues colliding this time. when you tried to take control, tilting your head for a deeper angle, he pulled back just enough to make you chase him.
minghao’s hands were firm on your thighs, his thumbs brushing against your skin like he wasn’t about to wreck you in the middle of his office. his eyes dragged down, lingering on the way your skirt was pushed up, the space between your legs bare and unapologetic.
he clicked his tongue, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. “no panties, huh?” he said. “came here like this?”
“what can I say?” you shot back, shifting slightly so his hands pressed harder against your skin. “i had a feeling you’d end up on your knees.”
his smirk deepened, his fingers tightening slightly as he leaned in, close enough for you to feel his breath. he pressed your legs further onto the armrests, spreading you wider, his hands splayed like he wanted to leave imprints.
his tongue flicked out, close enough to make you tense—but he didn’t touch you. instead, he pulled back, his eyes locking with yours as a smirk tugged at his lips.
he leaned in again, his tongue brushing so close you could feel the warmth from his breath, but once again, he pulled back just as you tilted your hips forward.
“hao..” you warned.
“what?” he teased, his lips hovering over your folds.
your hands gripped the armrests as you glared down at him. “if you don’t stop playing, i swear—”
he cut you off with a broad, strong lick, dragging his tongue from your entrance, through your folds, and up to your clit in one unbroken suck. your head fell back as a gasp tore from your lips.
“that shut you up,” he muttered, his voice muffled as he dipped lower, his tongue swirling around your entrance before moving back up. “needy much?”
“shut up and do it again,” you shot back, your voice sharper than the way your thighs trembled under his grip.
and he did the same. your clit throbbing at the rough skin of his tongue, making you melt on his armchair, he smiled at the sight, he knew how a good head felt after months dealing with needles and sparkly cloths.
his lips latched onto your folds, sucking them into his mouth before he pulls back just slightly, his tongue flicking against your clit in quick, teasing strokes. you let out a pornographic moan, before your clap a hand on your mouth, remembering the team outside the office. he chuckled darkly, his hands tightening on your thighs to hold you still. his lips wrapping around your clit again. this time, he sucked it fully into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it as his eyes flicked up to yours.
“you’re so good at this, hmm—fuuuck!” you said, your nails drowning in the leather of the armchair. “you must’ve practiced on a lot of other girls, huh?”
his eyes narrowed slightly, and his teeth grazed your clit just enough to make you wwhimper. “jealous?” he asked, his voice smug, though he didn’t stop the relentless motion of his tongue.
“please,” you shot back, though the way your breath hitched betrayed you as he did a zig-zag on your bud with the tip of his otngue. “you’re better when you’re silent.”
he smirked against you, his lips curving as he pulled back just enough to speak. “then shut me up.”
your fingers tangled in minghao’s hair, tugging him closer, harder, until his face was buried against your pussy. his groan vibrated through you, desperate, and his hands clamped down on your thighs to steady himself as you rolled your hips against his mouth.
“that’s it... mhmm, just like that...”
he obeyed, his head bobbing as his tongue slid against you in broad, wet strokes, his lips sealing around your clit every few seconds to suck, deep and rhythmic. the wet, obscene sounds filled the room, and your nails scraped lightly against his scalp as you held him there, guiding him exactly how you wanted.
the heat in your core coiled tighter, and you barely had time to register your orgasm hit.
your back arched, your mouth falling open as moans spilled out shamelessly. your hips rolled against his face as you came, and minghao didn’t stop—not for a second. he worked you through it, sucking and licking as though he felt your climax before you did.
he only pulled back when you began to squirm, your breath coming in sharp gasps as overstimulation took hold. his lips and chin were slick as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes glinting as he looked up at you.
“had fun?” he asked, sarcastically.
you gave a breathless laugh, your chest heaving as you leaned back in the chair. “you talk too much for someone who just spent five minutes swallowing my pussy.”
his smirk widened, and he stood, his hands braced on the armrests as he leaned down, his face inches from yours. “and you talk too much for someone who’s about to beg me to fuck her.”
your gaze flicked to his lips, and then lower—to the bulge straining against his pants. “big words,” you said. “let’s see if you can back them up.”
his hands slid to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he walked you back toward the desk—no needles this time. you didn't even had time to register what was happening before your skirt was pushed higher, his fingers brushing over your thighs as he settled you on the edge.
his hand worked his belt, the clink of the buckle making you clench around nothing.
“this isn’t gonna be quick,” he said as he freed himself, the sheer size of him making your breath catch. it was big both in length and girth.
you swallowed hard.
“relax... mhmm”
he teased your entrance with the tip, sliding it slowly against you, and the stretch was immediate, even as he slightly pressed in. your breath hitched, your hands gripping the edge of the desk as he pushed forward, achingly slow, giving you time to adjust.
“ngh—fuck!” you gasped, your voice breaking as he filled you inch by hard inch.
“breathe,” he murmured, his tone gentle despite the tension in his body. mouth glued on yours to make sure he feels your puffs of air.
“trying”
he paused, his hands tightening on your hips as he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. “you’re okay,” he whispered. “just breathe for me.”
you hiccuped, your chest rising and falling in shallow gasps as your body struggled to adjust.
“there you go,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your jaw as he waited “good girl. just like that.”
you exhaled slowly, your body relaxing slightly helping him to slid in further, the fullness stealing the air from your lungs.
your hands gripped his arms, your nails digging into his skin as he finally bottomed out, his body pressed flush against yours.
“fuck,” he muttered, his voice tight as he buried his face in your neck. “you’re—so fucking tight.”
you swallowed hard, your head tilting back as you tried to catch your breath. “you’re—so fucking big.”
he pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours as a smirk tugged at his lips. “think you can take it?”
your breath hitched, and you nodded, your hands sliding to his back as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “try me.”
minghao hips pulls back just an inch before thrusting forward experimentally. the sound that left your lips was somewhere between a moan and a strangled gasp, your nails biting into his shoulders as your body clenched around him.
he paused, a smug smile tugging at his lips as he tilted his head to the side, his eyes flicking over your face. “yeah, knew that’d happen.”
“don’t—” your breath hitched as he moved just slightly, a tiny shift that made you clutch at him even harder. “don’t fucking smile like that.”
his laugh was quiet, he leaned down, his forehead brushing against yours. “why not? you’re almost cummin already.”
“i’m not—” the words caught in your throat as he slid just a little deeper, your body trying desperately to adjust to his size.
“not what?” he asked, his tone playful as he stilled again, waiting for you to catch your breath.
“not—cumming” you managed, though your voice shook with the effort of speaking.
“hmm.” his thumb grazed your clit, circling it trying to soothe your nerves. “then why are you holding on to me likethat?”
you glared at him, though the effect was probably ruined by the way your mouth fell open with a gasp as his thumb pressed down just slightly harder.
your body tensed as he began to move again, sliding in slowly, each inch dragging against you in a way that made your head fall back. the wet squelch of your body adjusting to his girth filled the room, obscenelly.
“shit,” he muttered, his voice tight as he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you steady. “you’re so—tight. feels like you’re trying to squeeze me out.”
“maybe i am.”
he laughed softly “you’re all talk,” he murmured, his thumb still circling your clit. “that pussy is begging for me.”
“hao,” you whispered, your hands clutching at his arms as your legs tightened around his waist. “i—fuck, i can’t—”
“you can,” he said softly, his lips moving against your neck. “breathe for me, baby. you’ve got this.”
you exhaled shakily, your chest rising and falling against his as you tried to relax, tried to let the tension in your body melt away. his thumb pressed a little harder against your clit, insistent, coaxing pleasure to override the discomfort.
“that’s it,” he murmured, his voice soft as his arm tightened around your waist. “just like that. let me in.”
your head fell back, your eyes fluttering shut as he finally slid deeper, his hips pressing flush against yours. the sensation stole the breath from your lungs, and your fingers dug into his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor you.
“you okay?”
you nodded weakly, your hands sliding up to grip his hair as you whispered, “move.”
he chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “not yet.”
your eyes snapped open, frustration bubbling in your chest as you glared at him. “hao—”
“relax,” he murmured, his thumb circling your clit again, making you cry out slyly. “i’m not gonna ruin you all at once. gotta make sure you can take it.”
“i can,”
“we’ll see,” he said, his tone smug as he finally, finally pulled back, his cock dragging against you.
“hao, just—fuck me already.”
his laugh was quiet. “you’re not ready for that yet, look—” he roll his hips, making you hiccup again. “but don’t worry—I’ll get you there.”
“how about you?” you ask, feeling your orgasm building up as he circled the thumb faster, your hips rolling slightly, weak, like the cock inside you was to heavy to make you roll them freely.
“i can get off just by looking at this pretty face...” he slaps your cheek weakly, twice, making you squeeze around him. “listen to what i'm telling you… you're still going to model for my brand.” he chuckles.
“i’d rather choke to death than work with your brand.”
Pairing ✨ Wonwoo x Female OC (ft. Jeonghan + Mingyu)
Synopsis ✨ When you had a baby with your on and off again situationship/ best friend, you couldn't cope. He and his friends took care of the baby whilst you got the help you needed. Now she's four, you're all living together and somehow all four of you are trying to navigate being normal 30 year olds and raising your daughter.
🩵 Very much a take on Three Men And A Little Lady (six year old me's favourite film) 🩵
Genre ✨ found family, fluff, angst, smut
Plot warnings ✨found family but also all their families are supportive, Wonwoo is a surgeon, Mingyu is a vlogger, Jeonghan is rich? (stay at home dad), OC is an artist, their daughter is called Areum (referred to as Areum and Ari), Wonwoo isn't the biological dad, descriptions of struggling to cope, postnatal depression (this is only really explicitly talked about at the start), very brief reference to abortion, she leaves the baby with the guys, Jeonghan being an absolute supportive king, IDIOTS in love, Jeonghan and Mingyu are unhelpful to the max when it comes to oc and Wonwoo's relationship, bi Jeonghan, Jeonghan struggling to come to terms with being bi, drinking, misunderstandings, Seokmin slander (he's a terrible date), spiralling, Wonwoo hating every child that isn't theirs, they're all the best girl dads there's ever been, mentions of cheating and homewrecking (there isn't any, OC is just a grade A idiot), sort of cliff hanger ending but it's obvious what'll happen and I'm going to do a little follow up to this when I get round to it
Smut warnings ✨ oral m.receiving/ dildo receiving(?), use of sex toys (aforementioned dildo), dom Wonwoo, deep throating, choking, body worship, Wonwoo is big, slight finger sucking (it has been pointed out I almost always include this so I'm just doubling down on the finger sucking), slight body insecurity (it's more nerves really), mating press, fluffy yet filthy sex?, unprotected sex-ish (she is on birth control), possessive Wonwoo, slight possessive OC, marking (back scratches), creampie, A LOT of saying I love you, slight cum play
Word count ✨ 19.5k
a/n ✨ I have deleted this no less than three times, written about ten other stories when I decided it was rubbish and then fell in love with the idea again and finally got my shit together and rewrote it. So this has been sitting in my drafts since I finished it, waiting for the loml's birthday (why does it feel like Wonwoo has been away for 300 years? I swear they're making my man do double the amount of time). And it took a lot of self restraint to not give one of them a comically large mustache so it was more like the original film. I won't be uploading anything for a few weeks because life is about to be hectic, so I hope you enjoy this little piece of chaos for Wonwoo's birthday!
Four Years Ago:
“What do you think you're going to do with those?"
“Defend us?" Mingyu says it like it should be obvious, holding his hair straighteners aloft ready to fight off anyone and everyone.
“Oh you'll really show whoever it is you mean business in that fluffy robe."
“Fuck you Wonwoo, at least…."
“Shut up! Let's just…take a deep breath,” Jeonghan dramatically breathes in and out.
“What the fuck is wrong with you two? People hardly ring the buzzer if they're about to rob or murder you."
“You don’t know that Wonwoo," Jeonghan holds up a finger to shut him up.
“Yeah, it might just be a really polite murderer," Mingyu adds.
“Pair of fucking idiots."
"You shouldn't let him talk to you like that, it's your penthouse Jeonghan,"
“I pay rent! Try it sometime Mingyu!" Wonwoo hollers as he struts to the front door.
"He's really fucking mean when he's tired.”
"He is right dude, it's been months since you paid me rent.”
"You're a gazillionaire.”
"It's the gesture, y'know?”
"Whatever,” Mingyu rolls his eyes as they come to stand at the front door either side of Wonwoo.
"Well. Open it then,”
"Oh noooooow you're not so brave!”
"I just think it's your penthouse, you should open the door."
“Mingyu," Jeonghan turns to his friend, “open the door."
“Why me?!"
“You've got the straighteners."
“And you're built like a house." Wonwoo chimes in.
“And what’ll happen when you give me a complex huh? Who'll be the butt of your jokes then?”
"Still you.”
"Just open the door Mingyu!” Jeonghan barks, clearly having had enough of his two best friends come roommates.
"Alright! There's no need to shout!”
He wraps his hand around the doorknob, taking a deep breath as his two friends shift awkwardly on their feet, dreading whatever is behind the door. Because nothing good ever comes of unannounced guests at three in the morning.
Mingyu flings the door open and they all frown, there's nobody there? Had they spent so long arguing that whoever it was walked off in boredom? Or it was just some kids messing about? But this is the penthouse of one of the most exclusive buildings in the city, you can't get up here without a code.
A babbling shocks them though.
“Is that?"
“What the hell?"
“Is that a……”
A baby's giggle makes them all jump back.
"How did it ring the buzzer?” Mingyu whispers to Wonwoo.
"There's a note idiot.” Jeonghan reaches down but pauses when he sees his name written on the envelope.
“It knows your name?" Mingyu asks in wonder.
"Did you go to school?”
"Hey fuck you Wo…" he stops himself when he realises he's sworn in front of the baby.
“Are you gonna, y’know, open it?" Wonwoo presses.
“O-oh, yeah sure,"
His fingers shake as he opens the envelope, a weird feeling of doom hanging over him.
Jeonghan,
I don't even know what to write. I guess I should start with I'm sorry? I know we were nothing serious, I know I just stopped picking up your calls but I just didn't know what to do.
I've tried Jeonghan, I really have but I can't do it. I can't be what she needs, I can't be what I need right now.
I feel like I'm sinking and I can't take her down with me, she deserves someone, anyone other than me.
Her name's Areum, she's two months old and she's yours. And don't worry, you have my full permission to do a DNA test. I wouldn't trust me either. I've put her favourite blanket and teddy bear in her bag, there's some formula too and some clean clothes.
Just know that I tried. Please please know that I really did try my best for her.
And tell her mommy loves her, I'm just doing what's best for her. My best was just never going to be good enough for her or anyone.
I hope you'll both forgive me,
______
“_____!" Jeonghan throws the note at Wonwoo and sprints to the elevator.
He needs to find you, he needs to get to you. He knew it was weird you stopped picking up the phone but you're a free spirit, always have been ever since you both met at university.
He should've kept calling, he should've hammered your fucking door down.
You've had a baby, you've had his baby and you've done it all on your fucking own. Sure, it wasn't planned, you two just fooled around whenever you were drunk and single at the same time. It was reckless and stupid but you both got what you needed and so you didn't see a problem with it. But he'd never desert you, he'd never not step up to be what you and the baby needed. You're his friend and he loves you, he should've shown you that. Maybe then you wouldn't be in this state.
He slams the button again and again until eventually the doors open and he rushes in. A part of him hoped you'd still be in here but it's just silence, so silent he feels like he can hear his heart beat.
The doors open in the foyer and he was rushes out onto the street, his head in his hands as he looks up and down over and over again hoping to spot you disappearing into the distance.
But it's no use.
You've already disappeared.
You've disappeared and he's got no way of finding out if you're ok.
What the fuck is he thinking he knows you're not ok but that only makes everything so much worse. He's not bothered you didn't tell him about the baby, he's not bothered you've had the baby at the moment, his concern is you and whatever state of mind you're in.
But he knows he can't do anything about it at three in the morning. As soon as the hour is a bit more reasonable, he'll call your parents, he'll call your old school friends, fuck he’ll call the police if he has to. But he will make sure you're ok. He owes you that much.
At some point his feet bring him back to his apartment, the door slams behind him and he finds his two best friends watching a baby he didn't know existed ten minutes, as it bounces in its carrier.
“Did you find her?"
“She's gone,"
“We'll find her Jeonghan, I promise." Mingyu squeezes his shoulder.
“I don't know what to do," Jeonghan whispers, staring down at a baby that has his eyes.
“We take care of her." Wonwoo mumbles.
“_____ or the baby?"
“Both."
“Yoon Areum if you don’t get down here right now I’ll send Mingyu up there!” Jeonghan booms up the stairs.
“What’s Mingyu gonna do, paint their nails together?”
“He’s got a new thing where he pretends to cry because he realised she’ll do as she’s told then,” You tell Wonwoo as you sip your coffee.
“That’s manipulation.”
“And you reading her the dictionary is child cruelty.” Jeonghan fires back as he pours pancake batter in the pan on the stove.
“Excuse me? I think you’ll find that our daughter has the reading age of a high schooler.”
“She also has the reading tastes of an old lady,”
“Jeonghan’s right, I found her reading Agatha Christie the other day.”
“One of the greatest female writers of all time,” Wonwoo says proudly.
“It’s about murder Wonwoo.” You deadpan.
“Murder happens. It’s better she knows.”
“She’s four!” Jeonghan spins round.
“This is just another thing that they’re going to use against us,” you groan and rest your head on the kitchen island.
Wonwoo and Jeonghan share a look. You’d been panicking, they all knew it. For the past almost four years you’ve all been living together at Jeonghan’s penthouse. You’d been friends for years but when you found out you were pregnant you just spiralled. Like massively spiralled. You shut everyone off, ashamed that you’d fucked up so much. Sure you weren’t a complete mess but you were in no way ready for a baby. You’d made an appointment, you were going to go to the clinic and the whole thing would be over.
But when it came to it. You just couldn’t. You ran away from the clinic and away from everyone in your life. Even at the hospital, when you were giving birth, they pleaded with you to let them contact your parents or the father but you just wouldn’t. You were adamant this was your fuck up and you’d deal with it.
And then she arrived, the most beautiful baby you’d ever seen in your life. You took her back to your apartment and then things just went from bad to worse. You couldn’t get out of bed, you couldn’t eat, you just couldn’t function and you knew you were letting her down. You weren’t even looking after yourself well enough that she had enough milk, she had to go onto formula and that was just another thing that showed you how shit a mother you were. No matter how many times the medical visitor said it was totally normal for some mothers not to be able to feed as well as others and not to blame yourself, you still did. You were letting her down.
You brought her into this world and now you were letting her down. It was when she’d been crying for hours and you were sobbing on the floor that you knew you had to do something. It wasn’t loving her right to try and struggle through, it was loving her more to not be around her. You’d just ruin her life. You already were ruining her life.
Your parents would help. You knew they would. They’re well off, you’d never wanted anything in life, hell they’d even let you live at home for years until your paintings finally started selling and you could sustain yourself. But if anything that made it worse. You came from a good family. You’d made yourself a more than comfortable life, you had enough money to do whatever you wanted which is pretty rare for a 26 year old.
So if money and family and surroundings weren’t the reason you were struggling so much to give your baby what she needed. The only problem, the only common denominator in how shit life was for you and Areum. Was you.
Jeonghan was a good man, you’d been friends for years and he had a good family. Better than good. One of the richest families in Korea though they were somehow a close knit loving family in spite of the money and power they had. They’d look after her. And that’s what she needed, people that loved her like you but weren’t fucking terrible at everything.
It broke you to leave her. It broke you to see Jeonghan running after you. If he’d have just run down the stairwell instead of taking the elevator, he’d have found you.
You wanted to walk away but you couldn’t.
Not until you knew she was safe in his hands.
The next day he sat outside your apartment until you finally answered, telling you that he had all the time in the world because Wonwoo and Mingyu were knee deep in diapers. Eventually you answered and he didn’t shout or scream. He just sat and listened and held you when you cried. By the end of that week you’d seen a doctor, your mom, Jeonghan’s mom and Jeonghan with you, as the doctor told you that none of it was your fault and you weren’t a bad mother. A bad mother would never wait to make sure her daughter was safe. A bad mother wouldn’t have realised how bad the situation was for you or the baby. They diagnosed you with post natal depression and you spent a couple of weeks with your parents.
The guys would bring Areum by every couple of days and between her smiling face and the chaos of the three men who had come to dote on her, you gradually got better.
After a few weeks Jeonghan suggested you move in with them. He had more than enough room for you to have your own space and they’d even decided to turn the home gym into Areum’s bedroom for when she was old enough to sleep on her own. They’d bought everything they needed for a baby and more besides. And when you said you weren’t sure, all three of them descended on you saying it was what they all wanted. They wanted to be there and surely the more help, the better.
You agreed and the rest is history.
It wasn’t always easy but it worked. She had three men who would do anything for her, who you see in her ever flourishing personality and you’d managed to become the mother she deserved. It didn’t stop you doubting yourself or worrying about what people thought but with three of the best cheerleaders in the world on your side, life was good. A bit mad. But good.
“He’s on the phone to Hyeji anyway, they’re probably going you hang up , no you hang up. There’s more chance of Ari throwing up than doing what she’s told.”
“I like her! She’s been good for him!”
“I’m not saying she hasn’t, I just wish they didn’t live in two different countries, I’m sick of hearing them having phone sex.”
You and Jeonghan grimace at that.
Mingyu and his girlfriend met online. They’re vloggers. Or bloggers. Or….something to do with going to cafes and eating too much food on the internet. He makes decent money off it, even enough to pay Jeonghan all the rent he owed him over the years, but you’ve no idea how he makes money off just wandering around the city when it’s raining and then drinking an overpriced latte. But he’s happy and that’s all that matters.
“When are you going to introduce us to your new girlfriend?” You turn on your stool to smirk at Jeonghan.
“I don’t have one.”
“Oh please, you’re always smiling at your phone.”
“Do you not think it’s weird to try and pimp out your baby daddy?”
“Not at all, I’m just trying to get you to leave the house.”
“It’s not my fault I’ve somehow become a maid for you three and our daughter. Talking of her, AREUM YOU HAVE TILL THREE OR I’M COMING UP THERE,” He marches off with his hands on his hips.
“It’ll all be fine you know,”
“I know it will you,” you sigh as you turn back to Wonwoo, “it’s just I know people will think it’s weird and I don’t really care about them, I just don’t want them to take it out on Ari.”
“Ari can handle herself.” Wonwoo nods, smiling.
“I know but this is the first time she’s going to be around normal families,”
“Hey, there is nothing normal. And she’s one of the most well adjusted, intelligent, beautiful little girls I’ve ever met. And I’m a doctor so I should know.”
“You’re a heart surgeon,” you narrow your eyes at him, “how many kids have heart attacks?”
“It happens,” he shrugs, “but I see them in the hospital, roaming around the place like feral animals. She’s way better than other kids.”
“I’m not sure you can say that,”
“Well I did,” he takes a slice of toast as a flustered Jeonghan stomps back into the kitchen.
“She wants Wonwoo to do her hair, apparently the way I do plaits is wrong.”
“I am good with my hands,” Wonwoo beams, throwing his toast down as he rushes off to do your daughter's hair.
He’s no idea what he’s just said or the road your mind is currently travelling down but Jeonghan smiles knowingly at you watching Wonwoo disappear up the stairs and goes back to making pancakes.
“Why don’t you just tell him?”
“Tell who what?”
“Tell Wonwoo how you feel.”
“He’s already asked me how I’m feeling today, it’s a big day, you’ve all asked me.”
“Don’t get smart with me _____, I know you better than anyone.”
It’s true. He does. You’d realised pretty early on, probably before you even had Areum, that you and Jeonghan worked really well together. But it’s very much just as friends. It was just letting off steam whenever you had sex, like a weird situationship where you were best friends until you were both horny and then you were both just means to an end.
It worked. There was no jealousy or arguing about other people because you knew you didn’t love each other like that. You did love each other but like he’s a family member. You loved that you both brought Areum into the world. And that’s lucky. Because couples break up all the time and ruin their kid’s lives. But you two are best friends raising your child with your two other friends and if anything, you feel more secure than you would in a relationship and raising a child.
“What do you want me to say?” You whine quietly.
“Tell Wonwoo….”
“Tell Wonwoo what?” The man himself jumps down the bottom step of the stairs whilst a very excited Areum runs at you.
“Mommy! Can you please tell him that I wasn’t late. I’m right on time, we only start at 9am.”
“I thought it was 8:30?”
“That’s what mommy told you but it’s because you’re always late.”
“Are you serious?!” Jeonghan spins round, almost knocking the pancakes off the counter.
“You are always late.” You dismiss him.
“You,” he points at his daughter with the spatula, “come here and eat these pancakes. I demand it.”
“Is there syrup?” Ari asks, her hands on her hips, the complete double of her father.
“Obviously. I’m not a monster.”
“Ok then,” she giggles and Jeonghan scoops her up into his arms as they flip the last pancake.
“What did you need to tell me?” Wonwoo asks softly as he sits back down.
“O-oh!” Fuck you need to think of something convincing, “I er, I have an appointment at the hospital and it’s around lunch time.”
“Ok?” His eyebrows knit together, “It’s nothing serious is it? Anything I can do?”
“No! No, it’s just a dermatologist appointment. Not that I have a rash or something! It’s just a follow up about some dry skin.” Fuck, shut the hell up ______.
“Thanks for letting me know? I guess?”
“I was going to ask if you wanted to grab lunch? What with me being there and you being there and us living together, y’know as friends.”
He sits in silence until you finish whatever bullshit is coming out of your mouth.
“Sorry _____, I have plans for lunch.”
Of course he fucking does. You weren’t even going to tell him you were going to the hospital, you’d be happily eating your breakfast if it wasn’t for fucking Jeonghan.
“No problem!” You smile fakely and grab the jam.
“We could…..”
But you don’t hear Wonwoo’s gentle voice because Jeonghan launches a pancake so high into the air that it sticks to his ten foot ceilings and chaos ensues.
The rest of the morning passes in a whirlwind of a messy kitchen, photos with all of you and Areum before her first day at school and then Jeonghan and Wonwoo trying to calm you and Mingyu down as you both bawl in the back of the car about how your baby is all grown up.
Why do they insist on putting the pharmacy in hospitals so far away from literally everything? You swear you've been round this hospital five times and it's not like you've not been following the signs, you have.
You thought you'd finally found it. There seemed to be a gaggle of people huddled around and you presumed they were waiting for meds but instead you stumbled on the cafeteria.
It is lunch time. And you have walked thirty four miles in search of the pharmacy so you don't suppose it'd hurt to get something to eat. You haven't got too long until you'll need to pick Ari up from school. You and Mingyu had said you'd go mainly because you've both been checking your phones every ten minutes in case she'd fallen to the ground in a fit of tears declaring she needed her mommy. But she hadn't, it was you that felt like you needed your mom.
You settle on just grabbing a drink from the fridges. The place is packed and you won't be the person that takes the spot in the queue for food from an overworked doctor because you're bored and in a mood about pharmacies.
Grabbing a soda and closing the door, you're ready to head to pay when you hear a name you know better than most. You don't know the voice speaking it, but you definitely know the name.
You search through the tables, hoping to spot him. You know he said he was busy but surely he wouldn't object to you saying hello, you do raise a child together after all.
Just how many tables are in this fucking cafeteria?! You can't spot him for shit, maybe you were wrong, maybe it wasn't his name. But then you spot him and you feel like throwing your bottle of soda at the man at the table in front of you.
He's smiling, the same smile you love so much, at a woman. Yes, not the most damning of situations to find him in, but he's still laughing. And if anything they're sitting pretty close to each other. Too close in your opinion, they should be at least two metres away from each other to make it decent. It's just those two at the table and they're chatting and laughing and probably falling in love and forgetting you or Ari exist completely.
You’re not sure why you're so pissed off but why hadn't he just said he had a date. They've all been on dates since you've lived there. You have one firm rule. They don't bring anyone into Areum’s life until they know they're serious about them. She doesn't need hundreds of people in her life and it confuses her.
It was a good rule. It worked. Not that you've ever used it, you haven't been on a single date since you had her. But it worked in general for you all as a family but right now? You'd quite like it if the rule was that none of them go out of the house except for work and even then they can't speak to anyone else that isn't you.
Well.
You're not so bothered about the rule for Mingyu and Jeonghan but for Wonwoo? No. He needs to be chained to his desk or something so this woman can't get near him.
You need to get out of here, you can't risk him seeing you, fuck knows what you'd end up saying. It'd either be sobbing that you loved him or you'd aim the soda you've just put back in the fridge at his little girlfriend's head.
You rush back to the car, you'll get your cream the doctor prescribed another time, and slam the door behind you.
Why did you think he'd ever think of you as anything more than Areum’s mom?
Thank fuck you didn't listen to Jeonghan. If you'd have told Wonwoo exactly how you feel and he turned round and said “Cool. Here's my girlfriend." You'd never be able to step foot out of your bedroom again. Ari would need to tell her friends that her mom was like a modern day Mrs Haversham and you'd just get little updates from Jeonghan through the door.
You've no idea what takes over you. But you do something you swore you'd never do. You'd always claimed it was like wading through the depths of hell.
But you do it anyway.
You take out your phone. And you download tinder.
"Does every breakfast need to be so dramatic?” Wonwoo groans, looking at you. But frowns a little when he realises you're not really paying attention to him. He likes your little chats whilst all the chaos unfolds around you both.
"Ari, come here let me do your hair.”
"Woowoo does my hair."
“Just," you sigh, scratching your brow, “come here. He's eating his breakfast,"
“I don't mind……”
"It's fine,” you don’t look at him and just turn Ari around when she comes over so you can do her hair.
"I was thinking we could have burgers for dinner. I got some steak and I want to try the new mincer thing I bought.”
"Yeeees!!!” Mingyu and Ari shout together.
"I can't, I've got plans.”
The three men stop eating their breakfasts and stare at you, the cereal from Mingyu’s spoon falling from his spoon.
"With who?”
"A friend.” You finish plaiting Areum’s hair and pat her bum to send her back to her chair.
"I thought we were your friends.”
“Yeah! What she said!" Jeonghan points at Ari, frowning at you.
“I do have a life, Jeonghan."
“Is it a new friend?" Mingyu asks bluntly.
“I met them on that thing." You mumble, not really wanting to have this conversation in front of Ari.
“What thing?" Wonwoo demands next to you, his face like thunder.
“The thing where people meet new friends."
They all share blank stares as Areum happily eats her cereal, her little legs swinging.
"What?”
"I met someone on tinder.” You say loudly and the silence that follows is palpable.
"What's a tinder?”
"It's, er, well,” shit you didn't want to just blurt that out, this is the first time you're using the dating rule and it's already going wrong, "it's….."
“It's something you use to start a fire."
“Why would mommy be starting fires?"
“I won't be," you glare at Mingyu, why the hell would he mention fires to a four year old?!
“You're going to start a fire with your new friend?"
“I'm just going to dinner with my new friend honey, there's no fire."
“Is she nice?"
“Yeah," Wonwoo glares, Mingyu and Jeonghan lowering themselves slightly in their seats, “is she nice?"
"Seems to be,” you shrug, not being drawn into admitting it's very much a man that you're going to dinner with.
"I think it's nice you have a friend mommy. I made some friends at school and I really like them. I think your friends will make you happy like my friends make me happy.”
"Hopefully,”
"Can I come?”
"Not this time honey, it's a fancy restaurant anyway, you won't like the food,” you tickle her tummy and make her giggle.
"Does that mean you'll get to dress like a princess?”
"I don't know, I haven't decided what to wear yet.”
"I think,” she puts her spoon down and kneels up on her chair so she can lean over to you, her little hands on your cheeks, "you always look like a princess. And," she puts her head close to yours so she can whisper to you, “don't forget that I'm your best friend mommy."
"I won't honey,” you take her little hands and place a kiss on each palm, "c’mon let's get you to school, if we hurry we can leave these three with all this mess.”
"Good plan mommy,” she whispers back and runs off to get her stuff.
"Soooooo,” Jeonghan says once Areum is out of earshot, "you're going on a date?”
"Is that not allowed?”
"I-it is!” Mingyu rushes to add in but throws a tentative glance at Wonwoo, "I just didn't know you were looking for that right now.”
"I haven't been on a date since I had Ari. In fact it was probably like two years before that. And you three all see people, no matter how much you hide it. Or think you do.”
They all frown at each other, Jeonghan rolling his eyes a little because he presumes you're talking about him and whoever you think he's seeing.
"Just, be careful.”
"Do you say that to Wonwoo or Mingyu?!”
"_____,” he groans, "I'm just looking out for you!”
"Well thanks,” you scrape your chair back and stand up to take your daughter to school, "but I'm 30 years old. I can't just watch everyone live their lives. What happens when you all get married and move out? I'll just be on my own!”
"Who said anything about getting married?!” Jeonghan shouts after you but you ignore him.
You're going on this date. Whether they like it or not.
You're an idiot. If you were to look up the word idiot in the dictionary there'd just be a huge fucking picture of you holding a big sign that reads "here's the world’s biggest idiot.”
Why did you think a date would be a good idea? Especially with someone who you've spent a grand total of forty hours talking to. But then when you subtract sleeping, panicking over what to reply and washing weird stains out of Ari's clothes, you'd probably spent closer to about two hours speaking to your date.
And you wish you hadn't.
Seokmin seemed nice enough when you matched with him. He was hot. He had a good job. He was the right age. But he spent the whole night laughing at everything you said.
You're hilarious, or you and Areum think you are anyway, but you literally said "do you want some bread?” And he more or less started rolling around on the floor laughing. You've no idea if it was a nervous habit or whether he was just on really hard drugs that made him think the simplest word was the funniest thing he's ever heard.
Whatever it was, when he dropped you home (around the corner because you didn't want this cackling creep to know where you lived), you vowed to delete tinder off your phone.
On your short walk home, you've prepared yourself for life.
You'll live your life painting, something you already do, but now you're a spinster you'll do it much more dramatically. You'll no longer paint landscapes, which is what you specialise in now. You'll become one of those artists that throws paint at things and then says it shows the bleak end that human civilization is heading for.
And you'll buy a cat. Or a dog. Or maybe a farm.
Jeonghan would probably take Areum, you've proved you can't look after her on your own. Fuck. You need to stop that, you can't start spiralling down that hole again because of this one set back.
Areum can come with you to the farm. You can be that weird mother and daughter that live on the edge of a forest and scare people as they go for hikes. She’d like that.
One thing is for sure, you're done dating. It isn't for you. You'll just have to wait until they've all got married, take the pitying looks from everyone as they see you gradually turn to peak eccentricity and then leave for your farm by the forest.
You take a deep breath before you open the apartment door and then enter the code. Everyone will be in bed, it's pretty late. But it's just knowing that at some point you're going to have to tell them that it was all pointless, that you'd embarrassingly chosen the weirdest man you could to go on a date with.
The apartment is dark other than a lamp they've left on for you and you head straight for the kitchen. You need a glass of wine and you didn't dare drink on your date for fear the laughing idiot made a move you weren't ready for.
The fridge light makes you squint and you grab the wine, wondering whether weird old ladies prefer red or white. It's probably rosé.
The wine glugs as you pour it. And then glugs a bit more as you fill it perilously close to the top.
“Bad night?"
“Fuck!" You spill wine on the kitchen counter, “shit."
“I’ve got it," Wonwoo rushes from his stool and grabs a cloth.
“I didn't know you were there," you shake the wine off your hand and put the bottle back in the fridge.
"Needed a glass of water,”
You just hum and take your glass of wine.
"Night then.”
"Wait,” you stop on your way to your bedroom, "do you not want to talk about it?”
"There's nothing to talk about. It was a date.” You still don't turn to look at him.
"Have I done something to upset you?”
"No.”
"Then why won't you turn around?”
"I'm going to bed.”
"Was he cruel or something?”
"Nope, it was fine."
You hear him sigh but you can't face him. It's fucking embarrassing knowing they're all moving on in life and you're stuck where you are.
“Goodnight," you mumble quietly and rush off to your room.
Wonwoo watches you go. He doesn't understand what's going on or why you've suddenly decided to download tinder. But hopefully, eventually, one of them can figure it out.
It turns out you were wrong. That photo of you in the dictionary with your big sign declaring yourself the world’s biggest idiot is now wrong. You now need a sign that reads “the universe’s biggest idiot” because as you lie on your daughter’s bed, your head pounding and your whole body cringing in horror, you can’t think of a single thing you’ve done that’s made you feel as horrible or as guilty as you do now.
Last night:
“Do you think I need to ring your mom again?
“No,” Jeonghan sighs.
“My mom?”
“_____ seriously she’s only gone for two nights and she’s with all of her grandparents, if anything she won’t even remember we exist.”
“You don’t think she loves us?”
“Why are you always such a whiney drunk?”
“I used to be a horny drunk but look where that got us.”
“I don’t think we’ve done too badly,” Jeonghan smiles as he leans against the kitchen counter with you.
“True,” you knock your beer back and squint into the distance, “do you know any of these people? I swear I only know Wonwoo in that whole crowd.”
“Nope. But Mingyu’s happy and he’s stopped crying because he’s turning thirty so I’ll happily take the loud music and an apartment full of strangers.”
You hum and take another sip of your drink.
“Why didn’t you bring someone?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” he smirks at you.
“I haven’t got anyone to bring.” You turn away from him, your eyes drifting to Wonwoo who's trying to leave the little makeshift dance floor before Mingyu makes him dance with him again.
“Me neither.”
“Why do you keep doing that? I know you’re seeing someone, why can’t you just tell me?”
“I’m…..Fuck…..” He looks at the ceiling with worried eyes.
“Do I know her or something?”
“It’s…..It’s not a she.”
If you weren’t four beers in, your brain might not need quite so long to catch up with what he’s just said. But you’ve always been a light weight which means Jeonghan has to wait awkwardly whilst you realise what he’s just said.
“A he?” You turn to him fully, putting your beer down.
“Hm-mm,” He looks down.
“Is he nice to you?”
“What?” He frowns.
“Is he kind?”
“Yes?”
“Good.” You nod, “That’s all that matters.”
“That’s it?”
“Jeonghan, I just want you to be happy. If you’ve realised that happiness is with a man, then that’s great.”
“You’re the first one I’ve told. I’ve wanted to tell you for weeks.” He says like he’s had the weight of the world on his shoulders.
“I knew you were up to something,” You narrow your eyes at him and poke his chest, “I love you Jeonghan.”
He pulls you in for a hug mumbling an “I love you too” with a roll of his eyes. It’s clear he’s been worrying about telling you, or even anyone, about who he was seeing but why, you don’t know.
“Thank you _____,”
“What for?” You ask into his shoulder.
“Everything. I’ve got the most beautiful little girl and an amazing life. Just. Thank you. For trusting me all those years ago.”
“And I’m the whiney drunk?” You pull back to look at him.
“I guess we both lost our drunk horniness.” He chuckles as you both lean back against the counter with your drinks.
You wait what you hope is an acceptable amount of time before you ask what you really want to know.
“Is he hot?”
“So fucking hot.” He high fives you.
“SHOTS. COME ON YOU TWO!”
“Do we have to?”
“He isn’t going to leave us alone if we don’t.” Jeonghan grumbles and drags you over to the party.
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You’ve had far too much to drink. Everyone has had far too much to drink. Some idiot decided that playing spin the bottle was a great idea and when you, Jeonghan and Wonwoo said absolutely not, you’re not seventeen years old, you got forced into the circle anyway.
The bottle missed you every time thankfully but when it was your turn to spin the bottle of dread, it landed on the one person you didn’t want. Because of course it did.
The bottle landed on Wonwoo and even through your drunken haze you could see he wasn’t impressed. Handily. Right at the second you’d tried to make your way over to him, he got a phone call from the hospital he couldn’t miss.
Because what’s more embarrassing than playing spin the bottle at thirty years old? Playing spin the bottle at thirty years old and the recipient of your impending kiss literally running away from you.
The game finishes and you’re more than a little drunk and you’re more than a little pissed off.
You’re going to find that gorgeous ass hole of man and you’re going to defend your own honour.
You march around the apartment until you finally find him, trying to sort the trash out.
“Wonw-woo,” you stammer, swaying towards him.
“Hey! I wondered where you’d got to!” He smiles.
You want to punch him. How dare he smile at you like he smiled at that woman.
“I’m not the one who ran off!”
“What do you mmmpf,”
He doesn’t have a chance to answer you. You throw yourself at him, your lips smacking into his more like you’re attacking him than kissing him. If you were sober you’d see his wide eyes and arms flailing around so he doesn’t fall. But you don’t because you’re more interested in kissing him with so much force that his lips will be too sore to show that smile you love so much to anyone else other than you. Your hands hold his cheeks as you lose yourself for what feels like an hour but is probably more like a few seconds and then finally release him.
“What the…….”
“I’m gonna be sick,” You manage to get out before you run off to the bathroom.
So that’s how you find yourself here. The day after Mingyu’s thirtieth birthday party, on your daughter’s bed and avoiding the world outside of these four walls. You’ve no idea why you’d decided to spend the day in her room. You woke up, had a shower and then the flashbacks started and you felt yourself folding in on yourself. You weren’t just embarrassed, you were fucking mortified.
It’s probably because her room is literally like being in the clouds. You’d spent weeks painting clouds on the walls and ceiling when she was ready for her own room.
It was relaxing to some extent and it felt like she was near to you, cuddling by your side and telling you about her day. Instead of it just being you in your cave of embarrassment.
The door creaks open and all you can think is that you hope it’s not Wonwoo.
It’s obvious why he didn’t want to kiss anyone. It’s obvious why he pretended he had a phone call. Maybe not obvious to everyone who doesn’t know he’s seeing someone but you did. And in your stupid drunken state you kissed him anyway and you feel fucking terrible. You know he would never be the kind to cheat, he must be feeling fucking awful. He probably hates you and he’d have every reason to.
Such a stupid, selfish thing to do to a man who has only ever shown you and Areum kindness and warmth.
“Hey,” Jeonghan’s head pokes through the door with Mingyu’s head just above it, “can we come in?”
“Sure.” You keep staring at the ceiling with your head on your daughter’s pillow. “Do you have to do that!”
“What?! How else do you want me to lie down?” Mingyu glares down at you as he clambers over you so he’s between you and the wall.
Is nothing sacred? Now you’ve got Mingyu on one side and Jeonghan on the other, all three of you staring at the ceiling on Areum’s single bed.
“This bed isn’t built for three. You're barely on it."
“Well if you’d mope in your own room, we’d have more space wouldn’t we.” Jeonghan scolds you.
“What’s going on?" Mingyu asks softly.
“Nothing."
“_____, please. You've been weird for days. Please just talk to us." Jeonghan reaches for your hand, Mingyu taking your other.
“I'm," you sigh, “I'm scared."
“Of what?"
“Life?"
“Should I call the doctor or something?" Jeonghan rushes to sit up but you make him lie back down.
“It's not that." You think about how to phrase it. “You're all moving on."
“I've been dating for a month or so!"
“And Hyeji is already on a plane home! I actually think we work better in other countries."
“I don't mean like that. I just mean, you're all dating, you're open to dating. And I'm scared of the future. Last time I was on my own with Ari I couldn't be what she needed.”
"You're a great mom!” Mingyu interrupts.
"I am now,”
"You were then.” Jeonghan says bluntly, squeezing your hand.
"I'm just……I'm scared to be on my own when you've all moved on. I'm not saying you won't be there for her,"
“We'll be there for you too. And you can date! You can do whatever you want to!"
“I don't want to. Well I do……what I want isn’t important. I can't have what I want."
They both stay silent. They know what you want. They know who you want.
"I feel like life's moving on and leaving me behind and I don't want to be the reason you all hold yourselves back. I don't want to be the person I was when I left Areum at your door but I don't want you to not be able to move on because I left her at your door."
“Fuck that's a lot of feelings all at once _____." Mingyu mumbles.
“Do you want to know something?"
“Go on," you and Mingyu turn your heads to Jeonghan, him still looking at the ceiling.
“I worried you'd all move on without me. I was having all these feelings about who I was attracted to……"
“He's told me about his hot piece of ass," Mingyu whispers in your ear.
“And I didn't think I'd ever come to terms with being bi."
You squeeze his hand, knowing that's the first time he's probably said that out loud.
“But before that I'd already decided, you all wouldn't get rid of me."
“What do you mean?"
“My parents are building a new luxury complex. And the top floor has three apartments, even bigger than this one. We'll have one each." He says matter of factly.
“And you've just decided that?"
“I mean you can all do what you want but it's there."
“You planned it out? For us?"
“I like our little family. I think it's good for Areum."
“I couldn't face having to tell her that she couldn't see any of you anymore, she has three dads. She proudly tells people she has her daddy, her Wooowoo daddy and Gyugyu daddy. I couldn't bear her not seeing any of you, that's what I've been worrying about. That and how I’d cope."
“Wait, we're not moving yet are we?"
"They're still trying to get planning permits. It'll be a couple of years yet.”
"A couple of years of more of this sounds good.” Mingyu snuggles his head onto your shoulder and you do the same to Jeonghan.
A gentle silence falls, some of the worries eased about what would happen as you all kept growing. And knowing you'd be able to meet people or date or marry or just do whatever you wanted but still near each other, helps more than Jeonghan probably realises.
“Did something happen at the party?" Jeonghan asks softly.
“I think I upset Wonwoo. I think I made him do something that'll hurt someone."
“Who?"
“When I was at the hospital I saw him with the woman he's seeing. I don't know why he didn't just tell us he was seeing someone."
“He is? I don't think he….”
“Yeah. And I've done something that’ll hurt both of them."
"He'll understand, whatever it is.”
"I doubt it.”
"Go see him,” Jeonghan replies.
"He's not here is he?”
"Go see him at work. If it's making you feel this bad, go and say you're sorry. At least then when he gets home from work and Ari comes back from being with her grandparents, there'll be no awkwardness."
“When did you become so good with these things, Kim Mingyu?”
"I finally fucked my girlfriend in real life. It changes a man.”
"Oh my god is that what that noise was?! I thought there was a cat being strangled somewhere!”
You laugh but smack Jeonghan on the chest for being mean, though even Mingyu snorts. He was pretty fucking loud, taking full advantage of there being no Areum around.
"Jeonghan?”
"Yeah?”
"These apartments, do I……”
"Yes you have to pay rent Mingyu.”
The three of you giggle and keep staring at the painted clouds on the ceiling but you know what you've got to do. Just two more minutes of peaceful bliss and you'll do it. You'll man up and take responsibility for your actions.
If only it was as hard to find cardiology as it was to find the pharmacy. Once Mingyu and Jeonghan had told you it'd all be fine for the four thousandth time, you got in the car and seemed to arrive at the hospital way quicker than you thought was possible.
Will he be even more pissed at you because you're disturbing him at work? Will he have already told his girlfriend what happened? Fuck if she's also working today she'll probably have security throw you out of the hospital.
“Can I help you?"
“Oh!" You spin round to find a woman in scrubs sitting at a desk in the centre of the department.
“You look a little lost." She says kindly.
“I'm looking for Won…I-I mean Dr Jeon?"
“Are you a patient? I think he's in surgery at the moment. I could…..”
"_____?”
"Wonwoo?” You look up to find him walking out of some double doors that lead to the operating theatres, pulling his scrub cap off and looking confused.
Fuck. She's with him. She doesn't look pissed, so maybe he hasn't told her yet. Maybe you should? It might sound better coming from another woman? You could explain everything you're feeling and she might not be as pissed. But that's fucking selfish, to expect her to just understand that you've kissed her boyfriend.
“Is Ari ok? What's wrong?" He rushes over to you, all of his colleagues trying to not look interested in who this woman is that clearly knows the hot heart surgeon.
"She's fine. I just needed to talk to you,”
He gestures for you to move a little further away from where his colleagues have congregated.
"Why? What's wrong?"
What's wrong?! He can't be serious.
“Do you think she'd talk to me?"
“Who?"
“Your girlfriend," you mutter under your breath, looking over at the woman who doesn't seem bothered that you're talking to him.
So she must not know then.
"_____ what are you talking about?” He's looking more and more concerned, he must've been stressed all day about it.
"I know she'll have every right to hate me and I know you probably hate me. Fuck I shouldn't have done it, I'll tell her it was all me. I was just upset, I swear I never meant to cause any trouble,”
"What? Wait. Er Dr Kim,” he gets the attention of another doctor by the desk, "I just need to sort something out, could you do the post op checks and then we'll run through what you'll need to do tomorrow when I'm off.”
"No problem boss!”
"Come with me.” He mumbles, making you follow him down a corridor.
Surely he's not not going to tell her what happened. That's not Wonwoo.
He opens a door and gestures for you to walk into what appears to be an on call room and your stomach drops. This is where he tells you he hates you and he wants you to leave the apartment, he'll probably say you're a bad influence on Ari and you shouldn't be around her either.
"Right.” He closes the door. "What are you talking about?”
"I've been worrying all day and I swear I didn't mean to cause you any problems! I was just sad you obviously didn't want to kiss me during spin the bottle but my drunk brain didn't comprehend that of course you didn't want to kiss me. You've got a girlfriend that you're clearly more than happy with. And I suppose I should apologise for telling Mingyu and Jeonghan about her, you were obviously trying to keep it private but I saw you when I came for my appointment, I wasn't spying on you," you rush to say, “I just stopped for a drink when I was looking for the pharmacy and saw you. I left straight away, I promise."
“Why didn't you come over if you saw me while you were here?"
“You said you had plans, I didn't want to interrupt your date."
He blinks at you.
“Is this why you've been weird with me? Because of what you saw."
Curse him for being so clever. Though it doesn't take a doctor to figure out why you crashed out so much.
“Fuck I may as well just be honest." You sigh, “I saw you and it was like everything flashed before me, you all moving on now you're all seeing someone and me just stuck where I am now. Or worse back where I was before I moved in with you all. I got back in the car and downloaded that fucking app and ended up on a date with an absolute weirdo. I actually blame Jeonghan more than anything, he was going on about telling you and what would that have even achieved!"
“I thought you did tell me? You said you had an appointment and asked me for lunch,"
“R-right," you still need to cover up what Jeonghan actually meant, “exactly you said you were busy. You had a date."
“So why just be weird with me? You've been fine with Mingyu and Jeonghan."
You stare at him. How the hell do you get around that?
“Fuuuuckk," you groan with your head in your hands as you take a deep breath. “I like you. I've liked you since about six months after I moved in. I've sat in my bed and cried every time you've been on a date over the years. And last night I took it too far, I saw you clearly fake a call to get out of kissing me during that stupid fucking game and I saw red. I just wanted…. I don't even know what I wanted." You pause, “I wanted you. But you're not mine and now I owe you and her a massive apology. My head's been all over the place and that's no excuse and I've probably ruined your relationship and…."
“_____,"
“....you probably hate me and….”
"_____,”
".....you probably don't even want me near you, I'll move……”
"_____!!!”
You jump when he shouts at you.
“Take a deep breath. Please."
Why is he being nice to you? He should be telling you to fuck off. But you follow his breathing when he takes a deep breath and you feel a little less anxious.
“Thank you," you breathe again, “but you shouldn't be being nice, you should….."
“Will you please shut the fuck up!"
You slam your mouth shut, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
"That woman,”
"I'll apologise to her! I promise!”
"_____.” He grabs your cheeks, "Please. Stop talking. Just shut. Up. And listen to me.”
You nod dumbly, his hands still on your cheeks.
"I don't have a girlfriend. And I haven't been on a date in fucking ages, in fact I think I've had five since you've been fully in our lives and they've all been shit.”
"Then who….."
“Shut up," he whispers, smirking at you like he knows it's physically hurting you to shut your damn mouth, “the woman you saw me with is a student who's been with us for two weeks to learn about a new technique we're trying out. What you saw was an interview for her research paper."
He must see the relief in your eyes because his smirk turns into a small smile.
“I wouldn't go on a date with anyone because I like someone else."
Well fuck. You're certain he must've been able to hear your heart break. Whoever works in the well hidden pharmacy probably heard it.
“Do you want me to tell you about her?"
No. You don't want to hear about her. Why would you want to hear about her?!
And besides. He's told you not to speak and so now he can deal with the consequences of those words.
"You can speak.” He rolls his eyes.
Oh fuck.
"I don't really want to hear it,”
"No?” He steps even closer to you, his hands still holding your cheeks, his thumbs brushing your skin a little.
You shake your head.
"I'll tell you anyway. She's a similar height to you." He smiles softly, “she actually has the same hair colour as you. And really similar eyes. She's funny and kind and so fucking hot."
You hate her.
“And she makes me excited to get out of bed each morning."
Fucking bitch.
“She’s the most talented artist I've ever met."
She's probably a sculptor. They're all hot. Fucking assholes.
"She’s actually really good friends with Mingyu. And she knows Jeonghan better than anyone. And she has the most beautiful daughter, who loves to read murder mysteries and does makeovers on me every Friday night. I'm still actually getting the glitter off me from the last one.”
Well if he wanted all that he could've just….wait. You frown at him.
“Are you saying?"
“I literally couldn't make it more obvious _____," he smiles at you, his thumbs still brushing your cheeks.
"So you're not in love with that woman?!”
"No, I'm in love with someone else.”
"Me?” You point at yourself.
"Yes _____, you.” He chuckles. "Surely Jeonghan and Mingyu told you that me dating someone would be bullshit? They've been telling me to tell you for months. If not years."
“They probably tried," you admit, you did think Mingyu wanted to say something when you were telling them.
"Why didn't you just tell me? Instead of downloading fucking tinder and making me want to strangle whoever you'd been on a date with.”
"Is that why you were in the kitchen?”
"I'd been there two hours.”
"That's a pretty big glass of water.”
"Hm,” he hums, pulling you against him, his arms around your waist, "almost as big as your glass of wine. I would’ve made a bigger deal out of you ignoring me but a massive part of me was just pleased it had clearly gone badly."
“Well thanks!" You scoff.
"You still should've told me.”
"I didn't want to ruin things when you said you didn't feel the same, I couldn't bear it if it affected your relationship with Ari or it ruined our little family. And,” you think about it, "you could've told me y’know!”
"I just have.”
"After several breakdowns on my part.”
"Well I didn't know why you were being weird!”
"At least Jeonghan isn't wasting his time with the apartment complex now I know you don't hate me. Wait.”
"What?” He mumbles, watching you thinking about something.
"He said there were three apartments.”
"Who did?”
"Jeonghan.”
"Can you rewind a bit. What apartments and what complex?”
"Jeonghan’s parents are building a new apartment complex. He said earlier when we were in bed,”
"When you were what?!”
"I was spiralling in Ari’s room and then they joined me and we just sort of lay there and figured life out.”
"I've always wondered what you three do when I'm at actual work.”
"Hey we work! Well. I do. Well I paint. And Mingyu does whatever he does. And I don't really know…..what would we class Jeonghan as? Our house husband?”
"I don't know,” he laughs, putting a stray piece of hair behind your ear and making you shiver a little. "Tell me about how you figured life out in the space of a day please.”
"Oh yeah. Well his parents are building a whole new luxury apartment complex and he's reserved the whole top floor for us. Obviously we'd pay rent,"
“I bet Mingyu was thrilled with that,"
“Oh he's probably still pouting," you dismiss, “but he said there's three apartments. And I didn't think anything of it when he said it but he knew? Not that I'm saying we’re going to live together…”
"We do live together,”
"Oh yeah,” you grin, "but yeah, so he said three. That man is so sneaky.”
“Wait so we're moving?"
“Oh they're not built yet, it'll be a couple of years.”
“I could do a couple more years of this," He holds you closer.
“That's what we said." You smile and finally wrap your arms around him too.
You gaze at him and it feels very like he's about to finally kiss you, his eyes keep flitting down to your lips but that reminds you of something.
“Hold on. If you like me,"
“Love you." He corrects.
“Love me,” you roll your eyes, "I love you too by the way. But if you love me, why did you run away and pretend to have a phone call during spin the bottle?”
"Because, and call me old fashioned, but I'd have quite liked the woman I've been in love with for years to be sober when we had our first kiss. And I didn't want it to be in front of a room full of drunk strangers.”
"Oh.” Your cheeks heat, "I ruined that then.”
"Not really. You just very aggressively kissed my chin last night.”
"Well you could've told me that! I've been worrying about being a homewrecker all day!”
"How could I tell you when I didn't know what you've been thinking!”
You narrow your eyes at him.
"Very clever Dr Jeon.”
"Don't do that.” He mutters.
"What?”
"Call me Dr Jeon."
“Don't people call you that all the time?"
“They do," he holds you a little closer again, “but it sounds different when you say it. Makes me feel like I've got all the power."
“Is that right?" You quirk your brow at him.
“Mm,"
His lips are so close you can feel his breath, fuck it's actually happening.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
"Fuck,” he pulls his phone from his pocket and checks it, "I've got to go, the shifts ending and I need to do hand over. I'll be like twenty minutes? I'm off work tomorrow so I need to do handover to the night team and my team who’re in tomorrow.”
"It's fine,” you smile, but he's still holding you.
"Did you drive here?”
"Yeah,”
"I didn't. I got a cab. I know I only had two drinks but I didn't want to take the risk and it was so early when I left for work. Wait for me? And we’ll go home together?”
"Sounds good.”
"I really want to kiss you,” he glances at your lips again, "but if I start I won't want to stop.”
"Then go, the sooner you're done, the sooner we can go. It works quite well actually, I need to find the pharmacy.”
“Still?"
“Well I was trying to not cry when I left the other day."
"It's near the entrance.”
"What?! I walked around this damn hospital hundreds of times the other day!”
“They’re probably closed now," he checks his watch.
“How can a hospital pharmacy close? Do people not need things all the time?"
“They do," he strokes your cheek again, “but it's separate for inpatients. What is it you need?"
“Oh," you search your pockets, these are the same jeans from the other day you threw on, “a-ha! This," you hand it to him.
“Er," he checks the prescription, “I'll get one of the nurses to get it. He owes me a favour for covering for him doing something completely unsanitary in here last week."
You grimace at the dingy bed in the corner. The horrors that bed must've seen.
“I'll wait in the car then.” You kiss his cheek and try not to smile at how it flusters him.
"Ok.”
But he doesn't move, he just gazes at you, his fingers drawing patterns on your back.
“Go," you shew him off you, “go be an important doctor and I'll be waiting in the car."
“Promise?" He opens the door and you follow him out.
“I promise." You kiss his other cheek but this time he's ready for you and he kisses you back on your cheek straight away.
“Bye then," he whispers, kissing the other.
“Bye." You grin and turn to head out, turning left off the corridor.
“_____? Other way!"
He smiles as you reappear sheepishly.
“I'll be in the car,” you point and head in the right direction.
"I'll be as quick as I can!” He shouts after you and heads back to work.
You more or less skip to the car, a smile plastered on your face and your stomach full of butterflies.
You intend to do two things when you get home. One, kiss Wonwoo until your lips are chapped. And two, kill Mingyu and Jeonghan for clearly knowing a lot more than they were letting on.
"Where are you two going?”
"Hello!” Jeonghan replies looking like him and Mingyu have been caught doing something they absolutely shouldn’t be doing.
"Fancy seeing you here!"
“Mingyu. We live here. Where are you going?" You refuse to move out of the way of the elevator, Wonwoo looking pretty sheepish too at the side of you.
"We've decided we can't go on without seeing our daughter. So we're going to see her.”
"You're driving two hundred miles to the coast to see Areum when she'll be home tomorrow afternoon?”
"Y-yes.” They look at each other.
"You told me I was being ridiculous last night when I said we needed to keep checking on her.”
"Oh y’know, things change.” Jeonghan shrugs.
"Jeonghan.” You step closer to him, narrowing your eyes, "You're willingly travelling all that way, to arrive really late at night when Areum will already be asleep to spend a few hours with her and your parents and my parents,”
"Wonwoo’s are there too! Mine couldn't go because they……" Mingyu's words trail off when you all glare at him.
"What's the point?”
He glances at Wonwoo who's still looking more than a little awkward.
"Oh I can't lie to her Wonwoo, she knows all my tells,” he gives up. "He rang, told us to fuck off for the night.” He points at Wonwoo. "We're going to stay at my parents’ while they're not there.”
"When did you do that?” You frown at Wonwoo.
"As I was walking to your car. I just thought we needed some space before Ari comes back,”
"Space.” Mingyu snickers.
"Yes Mingyu space. It's been a bit of a mad day." Wonwoo's stern look stops Mingyu's smugness.
“We'll be going then," Jeonghan barges past you, dragging Mingyu along with him.
“Don't have too much fun." Mingyu wiggles his eyebrows at you.
“Idiot." You say under your breath, you and Wonwoo looking at them in the elevator.
The doors start to close.
“_____!" Jeonghan says quickly before the door closes, “don't forget to use protection!" You hear them both fall about laughing as they disappear completely.
Silence. Clearly Wonwoo was hoping they'd already be gone before you got home.
“I'm sorry," he groans, scratching his neck, “I just thought we needed to talk or just spend some time together? Without having to be quiet or having those two just listening to everything we say."
“Wonwoo," you sigh, “I'm not annoyed or anything. It's just we've only just confessed and I don't want all our parents asking questions, because I know those two won't be able to keep their mouths shut, and confusing Ari."
“I've already told them all. Check the group chat. I'm sorry I couldn't keep it in, I've just waited so long and I thought it's one less thing for you to worry about."
Your eyebrows knit together as you pull your phone out.
Wonwoo: Just so we're all on the same page. Me and _____ are in a relationship. I'll be taking no questions and please don't tell Areum yet. Enjoy your break, see you when you're back.
Well. Putting that in the group chat you have with all your parents and Mingyu and Jeonghan is certainly one way to tell them all.
“Very efficient." You chuckle. “Wait. Your mom says it's about time? Mine says it's only taken us four years? Even Jeonghan's mom is saying she knew. My dad owes Mingyu's dad money, they had a bet?! They all knew?!"
“It appears the only two that didn't know, is us." He smiles.
"Typical.” You scoff.
"You're not annoyed with me for telling them to fuck off?”
"A whole night without the troublesome twosome? I'm ecstatic.”
“Did you eat yet?"
“No. But that's why you sent them away? To eat?" You smirk, stepping closer to him.
“Don't start something you can't finish _____."
“Who says I can't finish it?"
“You weren’t lying,” you smile as Wonwoo grabs your t-shirt and pulls your lips back to his.
The second you uttered those fated words near the elevator, his lips were on yours and you’d barely detached yourselves from each other to breathe let alone check where you were going. Your bedroom is on the third floor of the penthouse and you’re certain both of you will have shins covered in bruises from how many times you bumped into shit on your way up here. Yes, you could've just stopped kissing. But that’s not an option. Not now you know how fucking good he is at it.
“Wait what? You think I’m lying about loving you?”
“No,” you giggle, kissing his lips one more time, “I meant you weren’t lying about not being able to stop once you’ve started.”
He just rolls his eyes and drags you back to his perfect lips, backing you towards your bed but he bangs into your bedside table as he does it.
“For fucks sake!” he switches your lamp on, ready to give you a stern talking to for laughing at him but he spots something that causes him to do a double take.
“No!!” You launch forward but it’s too late, he’s already grabbed it.
“What’s this?” He murmurs, inspecting what’s in his hand.
“What does it look like?” You mumble, trying to grab it, “give it to me Wonwoo.”
“Do you always just leave your dildos about the place?”
“I don’t have dildos, I have a dildo.”
“So if I open this draw I won’t find like ten more sex toys?” he raises his brow at you.
“No,” you fold your arms, “I mean sure there’s a clit sucker thing but what do you want me to do?! It’s not illegal! It’s not……”
He fists your t-shirt and pulls you flush against him.
“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” He smirks as he grips your chin and moves your head to the side, “just thinking of all the things we could do. May as well make you well and truly mine whilst I can, once everyone is back it’ll be sneaking around and trying to be quiet. Something you’re famously not good at.” He hisses in your ear.
“Are you saying I talk too much?”
“Oh baby you never shut the fuck up.” He smiles wickedly. “I do have some ideas of how to make you shut up though. Would you be interested in hearing them?”
You clench your thighs together. You always got the feeling that he was like this in the bedroom. You’d never heard him, he’d never brought anyone home at all. But he’s just too sweet and caring in everyday life to not be a fucking freak in the bedroom.
“I might be.” You try to say like you’re not ready to let him do whatever the fuck he wants.
“Is this all ok?”
He makes sure you look at him properly, his kind eyes showing you he doesn’t want to do anything you’re not ready for or comfortable with.
“Yeah,” You smile, kissing him again, “I’ve thought about this for so long. Do whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?”
You pause.
“No anal. At least not now.” You think about it for a minute, “Or slapping. And I haven’t got any condoms but I am on birth control so if you’re clean, I’m fine with going raw.”
“Really? I thought you…….”
“You thought I’d be scared of getting pregnant? I got pregnant because we were both fucking idiots. I’m not going to do that again. Not yet anyway.”
His face softens when he realises that you’re implying you want everything you can with him. Just not right now.
“I really do love you y’know.” He smiles, kissing your forehead. “But,” he stands back from you. “Kneel down.”
“What?”
“Did I stutter? Kneel down.”
“Should I?” You look down at your clothes.
“Keep them on, until I’ve moulded your throat to the shape of my dick at least.”
“Fuck.” You fall to your knees in wonder, Wonwoo trying not to smile at how quickly you’ve submitted to him.
He places the dildo down on the bed side table, the glint of something wicked in his eyes and slowly undresses in front of you.
Your eyes follow every moment, every inch of skin being uncovered that you've craved to touch for so long. He's big, he always has been but recently he seems to have grown even bigger, even stronger. You've always got the impression that if you were wrapped in his arms, nothing bad in the world or in your head could get you.
His boxers are the last to go and the second they're off his dick slaps against his abdomen.
Well it turns out all of him is big then. Fuck he's going to ruin you and you're going to enjoy every last second of it.
He crouches down, tucking his finger under your chin and makes you look at him.
“For someone who talks so much you've really hurt me these past few days _____. Ignoring me, making me feel like I've done something wrong," he sighs. “I think… I think I need some reassurance. That'll you treat me well, that you'll use your pretty little mouth properly in the future. Do you want to show me, baby? Show me just how well your mouth works?"
You frown in confusion before he reaches just a little behind where you're kneeling and brings the dildo back into view.
“Show me."
Jesus.
He's still crouching down to you, completely naked and dick rock hard whilst you're kneeling on the floor fully clothed and clearly nothing more than a source of entertainment to him.
He brings the silicone tip closer to you and every part of you melts for the man in front of you. Fully ready to give him whatever he wants.
Making sure you look him in the eye, yours burning into his, you let a little spit drip from your mouth. Just enough to wet the tip as it slowly falls from your mouth. His eyes falter a little like he didn't think you'd match his freak quite as much.
But that's where he's wrong.
You've spent night after night thinking of the most obscene fantasies your brain could conjure.
You let your tongue trace around where the hole would be, flicking it a little showing him exactly how good you'll be for him.
Your lips wrap around the tip, imagining it's his and your eyes finally leave his to look at his dick. Your eyebrows knit together, a look of concentration on your face as you focus on how he's already dribbling a little precum. You start to bob your head as he holds it for you, his eyes transfixed by the way you're sucking the dildo but clearly imagining it's him.
You hum around it, desperate to show him just how much you want him, weirdly even wanting to make him proud of the way you're performing for him.
“You're doing so well," he murmurs, his free hand coming to hold your cheek as you keep bobbing on the dildo.
He kneels on the floor in front of you but sitting up on his knees so he's taller than you, giving you an even better view of him and making you moan around the dildo.
“Awww baby, are you desperate?"
You nod as best you can, hoping this means he'll let you near him.
“Yeah?" His smile turns wicked, “prove it for me."
And he shoves the dildo further into your mouth making you gag on it. Fuck this is more than you could’ve imagined and he's not even touched you. You're not even undressed and you feel like he's wrecked you.
Wonwoo starts fucking the dildo in and out of your mouth, a smirk on his face as he watches you gag around it, the tears and drool only making the sight even prettier for him. And yet his thumb strokes your cheek like it did when he was telling you he loved you earlier, nothing but gentleness in the loving touch.
"Good girl _____, you're doing so well. You look so pretty like this, so needy for me,"
You move your head even quicker, desperately sucking the dildo, him meeting your movements and making your gag occasionally.
“I'm so sorry _____. If I'd have known you were up here, fucking yourself with this," he shoves it down your throat and your eyes roll back as you choke, "I'd have done something sooner, ruined you so much sooner."
His gentle voice mixed with him fucking your throat with the dildo has you in a space you've never been in before but fuck you love it.
It's when he spots you wiggling a little bit, desperately trying to relieve some of the tension between your legs, that he realises just how much he needs to feel you. You've put on a pretty little show for him but he’s dreamt about your lips wrapped around him for so long and you're clearly so ready for him.
His hand that was on your cheek moves to your hair. He isn't overly harsh with it, he doesn't want to hurt you, but he gets your hair in a half assed ponytail as he stands up. Wonwoo yanks you off the dildo, your lips swollen and chin wet and he was going to check in with you but you lunge forward and he doesn't stop you. He's not even sure if he could.
You don't even ease him into it, just adjust your mouth because he's bigger than your dildo and go to town. Your tongue runs flat along the bottom of him whilst you bob your head frantically, your hands on his thighs steadying you because of how desperately you're fucking your face onto his dick.
“Fucking hell," he throws his head back, “I told you to show me on your fucking dildo," he groans, his hips twitching when you swirl your tongue around his tip and go back to your bobbing, “you didn't show me shit. Fuck why are you so good at that?"
Oh he's not seen anything yet, of course you weren't going to really go to town on a fucking dildo.
You bob a little more, your cheeks hollowed and lips tight around him. Just a couple more bobs and then you fully take him in your mouth. Well your throat. And then swallow around him.
The whine Wonwoo lets out above you should've been recorded. Then you could listen to it on nights when he's at work and you need him. Because just that one whine could get you off again and again.
"Right. No. Get off,” he tries to move you back but you send a glare his way and flick his tip defiantly.
"_____,” he warns, "Get. Off.”
You roll your eyes and take his dick out of your mouth.
"What?!”
He pauses for a second, something clicking in his mind and he finally realises this is actually happening. You're actually kneeling in front of him, you drool on your t-shirt and cheeks damp from your tears.
“I'm not about to cum in your mouth for our first time having sex."
“Then cum wherever you want," you say like it's obvious, “but why have you stopped me? Come back here,” you try to crawl forward.
"No.” He crouches down in front of you again, a weirdly proud smile on his lips. "Get on the bed.”
You clamber up, not really caring how needy you look. You are needy for him. Just the same way he is for you.
“Wait," you huff as you flop down on your bed, leaning on your elbows as he watches you fondly, “should I take these off?" You gesture to your clothes.
“I'll do it," he shrugs, crawling up the bed to you, looking like an overly hot predator.
"Oh I could get used to this.” You lie back.
"Good.” He hovers over you, his thumb wiping your lip, "I'm gonna treat you so well _____. We've spent so long avoiding what was clearly so obvious, if you said you wanted the moon I'd try to find a way to get it for you.”
You smile up at him, the man who you're fairly certain is the love of your life and realise you've never been happier.
His lips linger on yours one last time before they move slowly down your neck, feather light kisses heating every patch of skin they touch.
One of his hands rests by your head, the other stroking your waist as his lips travel over your cloth covered breasts, mumbling into your t-shirt the occasional “so pretty" and “I'm so lucky."
His hand that was on your waist moves to shimmy under your t-shirt and he must feel you tense up.
You hadn't even been worrying about it. It simply never occurred to you. It didn't need to occur to you.
"What's wrong?” He asks straight away, a flash of worry on his handsome features, his hand paused.
"I haven't been,” you swallow, a whole new bunch of worries now fogging your brain, "I haven't been naked in front of anyone since I had Areum. I didn't even realise I was worried about it until you moved your hand.”
"No one?”
"Do you think I've been sneaking men up here?”
"No,” he smiles, "I just wasn't sure….."
"The last time was when I got pregnant with Areum."
“I swear it doesn't bother me," he rushes to say, “I know you and Jeonghan were nothing serious. I just wasn't sure." He shrugs, stroking your hair now he's moved his hand.
"I'm used to my body. And I don't hate my body. It just hit me that it looks different from the last time someone else saw me naked.”
"I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met,” he smiles when you fluster a little, "but if you want to wait and stop, we can do.”
"I don't want to stop.” You say much too quickly and make him laugh.
"Then tell me how you want this to go baby.”
"I've told you, whatever you want.” You move his hair off his forehead, "I just got in my own head for a second. I'm good now.”
"You're sure?”
"So sure." You peck his lips.
He looks at you for a couple more seconds, just to double check and then goes back to his little kisses all over your breasts through your t-shirt. His hand moves slowly back under it so his finger tips can wander over your stomach and along your waist.
Wonwoo glances up at you one last time and then lifts your t-shirt. You sit up so he can take it off easier and before you can even lay back down properly he kisses you again so you don't have any chance to feel self conscious. His tongue is messy as it explores your mouth and your fingers bury in his hair to hold him closer to you, losing yourself in the taste of him.
His hand slips under your back, his tongue still dancing with yours, and unclasps your bra. Huh, turns out he is really good with his hands. Your bra is thrown on the floor with your t-shirt and his lips go travelling again.
You watch as his eyes take you in every time his lips travel lower down your body. Teasing kisses are dotted over your tits and on your nipples, making you squirm when you think he's going to take one into his mouth. But he doesn't, he just shows you with his lips how much he loves you.
He kisses down your stomach and stops when his lips meet your jeans.
“You're perfect _____." His eyes run all over your body, marvelling at you beneath him. “I'm so lucky."
He kneels between your legs and you prop yourself on your elbows.
“Can I?" He plays with the button on your jeans.
You don't answer with words, just lift your ass up so he can take them off.
“Fuck." He stares down when he's thrown your jeans on the floor and spots just how wrecked your panties are.
“What?"
“You're fucking dripping."
His fingers trace over your pantie clad pussy making you shiver. The touch is hardly there and yet drives you crazy.
“So wet," he says in wonder, “and it's all mine isn't it ____? It's all for me?" He pulls the drenched cloth away from your aching pussy with his finger and lets them snap back, the sting making you startle.
“Answer me _____," he presses two fingers onto your soaked mound and if you didn't have your underwear on, they'd be between your folds, exactly where you want them.
“All yours," you nod desperately, “it's just for you."
“Yeah?" He says darkly, “do you get this wet when you're up here using this?" He holds up the dildo.
Where the fuck had he hidden that?!
"I bet you're fucking dripping aren't you?” He presses the tip to you, "fucking yourself with this night after night. What do you think of, baby?”
The pressure of the tip is exactly on your clit, it would just take the tiniest movement and you'd get some sweet relief.
“Who," he presses a tiny bit harder, it doesn't hurt but fuck does it make you twitch from the added friction, “do you think of?"
“You." You whisper. “Always you. Only you."
“What a waste of fucking time." He turns the dildo so it presses harder onto your clit and you throw your head back in pleasure. “I could've been wrecking this pretty pussy every night."
“Wonwoo, please just do something!"
You're all for foreplay. You're all for teasing. But you've not had sex in five fucking years, surely he could show you some reprieve.
"What's the rush? We've got all night.” He muses as he runs the dildo along your soaked underwear.
"Wonwoo.” You give him a stern look, "I haven't had sex in fucking years. If you don't do something soon I might actually burst into tears. Just fuck me!” You whine.
"I have always dreamt of you crying my name.”
You look at him in horror. What a fucking tease.
"Give me my dildo.” You demand and hold your hand out.
"No.” He looks at your hand in disgust.
Right then. You're not above making him do something.
"What are you doing?” He mumbles as you flail around, him not moving from between your legs making it difficult as you wrestle your panties off.
"Look,” you lie back, two fingers running through your drenched folds, trying to not moan at the feeling, and hold them up to him, "do something. Or I'll finish myself off.”
He hasn't heard a single word you've just said to him. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw your pussy and he nearly fainted when you ran your fucking fingers through it. You're moaning at him because you've not had sex in five years. He hasn't had sex since you moved in here. You cannot just tempt him like that.
"Hey!” But he ignores you, grabs your hand and shoves your fingers in this mouth, licking and sucking your essence, his eyes closing in delight at the taste.
Something takes over him and before you know it your knees are bent and near your chest and he's holding your ankles, the perfect view of your pussy.
You expected a lot of things, maybe sloppy romance or tentative touches for your first time. You did not expect him to go with fucking mating press after him making you choke on your own dildo. Not that you're complaining. You once had a dream where you were literally sitting upside down in his lap whilst he ate you out. Luckily, dream you is clearly an acrobat.
"Is this what you wanted?” He glares at you.
"Yes,” you whisper, eyes on his dick.
"So selfish,” he mutters, "hold your legs.”
You do as he says straight away, your hands holding the backs of your thighs, your pussy dripping in front of him.
"Didn't even get a chance to play with it a little bit,”
"I'm not one of your computer games.” You glare between your legs.
"Shut up,” he flicks your clit, "now,” he lines himself up with you, "ready? You're sure about this?”
"So sure. Just do something Wonwoo.” You whine.
He holds one of your ankles, just his tip against your hole makes your breath hitch. He spares you one last glance and then his tip pushes in, stretching you open deliciously and making you both moan at the feeling.
He’s gentle, his hips rocking, gradually feeding you more and more of his dick and your walls feeling fuller than you probably ever have. The stretch burns just right and finally having him like this feels like you're exactly where you should be. It was always meant to be him, that's the reason it feels so fucking good already and he's not even fucking you yet.
"Shit.” He hisses when he's fully bottomed out, "you feel incredible baby. So perfect, fuck it's like you were made just for me.”
You don't answer, you're just basking in how fucking full you feel.
"Can I move?"
“Please," you manage to croak out.
Wonwoo puts his weight on you, allowing you to wrap your arms around his back instead of holding your legs and rests his hands either side of your head.
"I love you.”
"I love you t…..shit!"
He doesn’t even let you fucking finish saying it before he pulls out just to the tip and slams back into you, deeper than you're certain anyone has ever gotten and makes you throw your head back on the pillow in pleasure.
The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping and your drooling cunt being pounded by the man of your dreams. Your finger nails dimple his back with little crescent moons, not that he’ll need anything to remind him of tonight. This is everything he's been waiting for, it'll be etched onto his brain how fucking good it felt to finally feel you and be close to, until his dying breath.
You feel like you can't breathe. His weight is on top of you, you're more or less folded in half and he’s fucking you so hard it's a wonder you've not smacked your head on the headboard. But you wouldn't have it any other way because if anything, the lack of breath only adds to how insane you feel right now.
His dick is bullying its way into your warm willing walls, he's so deep you're certain he's crashing into your cervix and all you can do is hold onto him and enjoy the ride.
“You feel so good," he groans when he hits a squishy spot inside you that drives you both wild.
“You too," you whisper, trying to hold him even closer to you.
“You're a fucking goddess baby. And you're mine, all fucking mine,” He moans when you clench around his perfect dick.
"Y-you’re,” you try to get out but you're already so close to cumming, "m-mine too,”
“Yeah? Gonna cum around my dick baby? Let me feel how good I'm making you feel?"
“Hm-mm,"
He moves one of his hands from beside your head, his dick still slamming but when two fingers drift down to your clit and rubs tight little circles on your bundle of nerves, you completely lose it.
“Fuckfuckfuck," you cry, your hole clenching repeatedly around him.
Your whole pussy is quivering, his dick dragging against your walls deliciously and his magic fingers drawing perfect little patterns on your clit. What was it he said? I'm good with my hands? He really wasn't lying, his fingers somehow know exactly how to tease your clit just right.
Just one more thrust and you cry out, your whole body vibrating beneath him and hole contracting around his dick again and again. You're not sure you've ever cum so hard in your life. The weight of Wonwoo on top of you and the way he looks like he's completely lost in the feeling of you cumming for him only drives you on even more. You can’t move but you don't need to, Wonwoo doesn't stop fucking you, making sure you ride your orgasm out for as long as possible, revelling in the way you feel around him.
“Wonwoo," you shakily breath out, “cum. Please cum inside me, fill me up, I," you sigh, still shaking from the end of your orgasm, “wanna feel you cum in me."
He lets out a deep, guttural growl, your words being the tipping point for him as his body stills on top of you for a second before he keeps fucking into you. Fucking his cum into you.
"Fuck I love you _____,” his hips keep sloppily fucking into you and he moans when you clench a little, "I love you so fucking much.”
"I love you too,” you say softly, your hands gliding up his back to hold him close to you so you can whisper in his ear, "so, so much Wonwoo.”
His hips gradually slow, your fingers deciding to draw patterns along his sweaty, marked back, hoping to soothe his heavy breathing and hold him as close to you as possible.
Wonwoo raises his head to look at you, his cheeks flushed and pupils blown out, but he looks at you with so much fondness and so much love you feel like doing a little happy cry.
“Are you ok?" He asks quietly, helping you move your legs and smiling as your waggle your feet now they're free.
“I am," you hold his cheeks, “I love you."
The kiss on his lips is sweet and filled with promise.
“I love you too. Can I," he moves back, taking his softening dick out of you.
His eyes widen as he sits back, watching his cum drip out of you.
“Fuck," he whispers in awe as his fingers move to pick up a little bit of it and stuff it back in.
“Don't giggle," you chastise him when he chuckles a little at your thighs twitching, “I'm sensitive."
“I fucked you that well?" He asks, keeping his eyes on your cum filled hole as he moves to lie next to you.
“I don't think I've ever felt like that…..don't look so smug!" You tap his chest when he looks more than pleased with himself.
“What?!" He pulls you into his chest, your leg hooking over his hip, “not everyday you hear that from the woman you love."
“That makes me feel all tingly," you murmur into his chest, his strong arms wrapped around you.
“What does? That I luuurve you," he squeezes you and then squeezes you again just to hear the laugh he loves so much.
"Yes.” You giggle.
He holds you, kissing your head occasionally, both of you basking in the afterglow of what's just gone down.
“_____?"
“Hmm?"
“Just so you know. I'm all in. I want whatever you want, I just want to be with you."
“Me too."
You think for a minute, wondering how to bring up the last thing that's been worrying you. You only thought about it on the drive home but now all your horniness has been satiated, you need to ask him.
“This doesn't change anything does it? I mean with Ari and the guys? Like you're all still…..I don't know how to put it. Equal? Like you don't think you trump Mingyu because…..”
"Never.” He cuts you off, "what we have works. She's our daughter, she always will be. I don't feel any different in terms of our family _____. The only thing that changes is my relationship with you. They're my best friends, we all love her the same and you're my girlfriend.”
"I just wanted to check,” you kiss his chest and he holds you a little closer.
"I'm a bit worried about whether she'll think differently of me.” He murmurs.
“Ari?" You prop yourself on your elbow.
“Hm," he nods, “what if when we finally tell her, she decides she doesn't want me near you? She doesn't want her mommy to have a boyfriend or for that boyfriend to be me."
“Are you joking?"
“No! Like what if she hates me for holding your hand or something. That little girl dotes on you, she's never seen you with a man. What if she decides to wage war on me!"
"You're talking about the same little girl that pretended to operate on her dolls with you when she was three because she said she wants to be a doctor like her daddy woowoo…”
"But…"
“The same little girl who doesn't let anyone do her hair other than you. I did it the other day when I was upset with you and she spent the entire drive home after school telling me how she felt like her hair was falling out all day because you hadn't done it."
“That's not the…."
“The same little girl," you sit up and cross your legs, him following and holding your hands, “who has spent her whole life being treated like a princess by three of the best men this world has to offer. She could never hate any of you. And we don't need to tell her quickly, we can take our time. Figure out how we work before we do anything else."
“So you don't think she'll stop reading with me on Sundays?"
“I think the only time she'll do that is when you both finally run out of books. She loves you Wonwoo," you stroke his cheek, “so do the guys. But none of them love you as much as me.” You smile proudly, kissing him softly.
"It's gonna feel like we're teenagers sneaking around,” he pulls you to sit between his legs with his back against the headboard.
"Yeah and there's spies on both floors. Areum's up here and the guys are near you downstairs.”
"Guess we'll have to get really good at shower sex,” he mumbles into your shoulder, his fingers tracing hearts on your skin.
"Or maybe,” you look back at him, "car sex.”
"Absolutely not. Mingyu told me a horror story about a handbrake and rectal bleeding once. That's not happening.”
"He disgusts me sometimes.”
"Can I stay in here tonight?” He whispers in your ear before kissing just beneath it.
"Oh now I've got you, I'm not letting you go.”
“OH LOOK JEONGHAN WE ARE HOME,"
“YES, IT IS NICE TO BE HOME."
They have to be the most ridiculous pair of people you've ever met in your life.
“WE ARE WALKING INTO THE APARTMENT NOW."
“IF THERE WAS SOMETHING WE SHOULDN'T BE SEEING I HOPE IT IS FINISHED NOW."
“What the fuck are you two doing?" Wonwoo asks as he reaches the bottom of the stairs, glancing at you on the sofa.
"Oh.” They both come to a stop. "We thought you'd be doing something disgusting.”
"No, we've decided to just be friends.”
"WHAT?!”
You fall back on the sofa laughing, Wonwoo watching you happily.
"I hope she's joking.” Mingyu points at you.
"She definitely wasn't calling me her friend half an hour ago.”
"Wonwoo!” You scold, sitting up again.
"Oh my ears!” Jeonghan walks to the kitchen, covering his ears.
“When’s Areum back?" Mingyu throws himself on the sofa next to you before Wonwoo can sit down, sending him a middle finger.
“In about twenty minutes. Hey Jeonghan," you holler back to the kitchen, “did you have anything planned for dinner? Because your mom promised Ari pizza if she got dressed when they told her to."
“Bribing kids," Mingyu shakes his head in disgust.
“Yeah because pretending to cry to get them to do what you want is so much better. Move.” Wonwoo stands in front of you and Mingyu.
You glance at Mingyu and then turn back to Wonwoo, pretending to not know what's annoying him.
"Me?” Mingyu points to himself, pretending to be a little shocked.
"Obviously.”
"Why? Do you want to sit with your girlfriend?”
"I'll sit on you.”
"Is that a promise?” He smirks at Wonwoo.
You stand up, shove Wonwoo down onto the sofa and then throw yourself on his lap. Sure he groans at the shock but you'll be damned if Mingyu upsets your boyfriend.
"Oh for god's sake. There's two other sofas!”
"Then go sit on one,” you flick Mingyu’s forehead as Wonwoo's arms wrap around you.
"Wait, hold on!” Jeonghan rushes over to you all and sits on Mingyu.
"Dude there's other places to sit.”
"We need a family meeting.”
"The head of the family isn't here.” You point out.
This must look ridiculous, you and Jeonghan sitting on Wonwoo and Mingyu's laps facing each other.
"She's right.” Mingyu picks a rogue thread off Jeonghan's top.
"I think we need to get this sorted before she's home.”
Your stomach drops a bit and Wonwoo takes his arms from around you, settling on a gentle hand on the small of your back.
"Jeonghan…" you try to start but he holds a hand up to stop you.
“When you trusted us with Areum, we all took care of her. You two," he glances at Mingyu and Wonwoo, “didn't hesitate to help me. To help _____. I know we've asked you a few times over the years whether you still wanted to be in this and you've always shot us down saying it was what you wanted. But I just want you to know, that it meant a lot. It means a lot. You care for Areum like she's your own, she's surrounded by love and not just because of me and _____ but because of you two, even your parents treat her like a family member."
You all stare at him, the fact he's sitting on Mingyu’s lap not even looking entertaining anymore.
“Our stupidity brought Areum into this world." He smiles a little at you. “But I'm so pleased we were stupid back then. She is the most precious thing to me and I thank the universe everyday that you trusted me enough that day when you needed help. You're the best mom in the world _____,”
You sniffle, Wonwoo rubbing the small of your back.
"And I know you. It probably won't be better than anyone soon,” he smiles down at Wonwoo, "but I know you and know you'll be worrying somewhere in there,” he taps the side of your head with his finger and makes you laugh, "that I'll see you differently or I'll be annoyed or angry or something but I want you both to know, I have been waiting for you both to realise you loved each other. And I still feel the same as I did before yesterday. I love that you're part of Ari’s life Wonwoo, I love that there's little quirks in her personality that come from you. That come from all four of us. She's a little mini version of all of us and I love that. It may not be normal to everyone but it's normal to us. So. You didn't need my blessing or anything. But just know that I love you both and I know me and Mingyu will joke around about it but don't feel the need to not be yourselves. Because I can't wait to see what you become."
“Jeonghan," you sniffle and pull him into a hug, Wonwoo and Mingyu trying to steady you both what with you both still being on their laps.
“I would threaten you and tell you not to hurt her," he wipes a tear from his cheek when he pulls back, “but I know you won't."
“I won’t," Wonwoo says softly, his arms finally wrapping around you again.
“We er," you wipe your eyes, “we said last night that we'd wait a while to tell Areum. Figure how we’re us before we do it."
“Right. Enough emotions," Jeonghan slaps his legs and stands up, “the boss’ll be back soon. Mingyu you said you needed to edit something. If you do it now then we can all eat the pizza together."
“Oh right yeah," he rushes to stand up. “I'm pleased for you," he ruffles Wonwoo’s hair and kisses the side of your head before he jogs up the stairs.
“I've got really great sister husbands." Wonwoo beams at you as you laugh at him.
“Would it not be brother husbands?" You ponder, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Whatever it is, they're really great."
“So great." You smile and place a gentle kiss on his lips.
“Happy?"
“More than I've ever been."
"MOOOOMMMMMY I’M HOOOME!”
"Shit!” Wonwoo basically throws you off him before Areum and three sets of grandparents appear in the living room.
“I've been reading a new book."
“Don't eat with your mouth full of food," Mingyu says and Ari very dramatically stops talking to finish what she's eating, all four of you waiting to hear what she's going to say.
If this is another Agatha Christie then you're going to really need a stern word with Wonwoo. You're all for them reading together. She won't even need to learn to read at school because Wonwoo’s been reading her full novels since she was a baby. She just sort of knew how to read and started reading full on tomes. But she's going to be reading Great Expectations before she's even in double digits, you're going to run out of books at this rate.
“Finished.” She shows Mingyu her mouth and he recoils in disgust.
"What's your book honey?”
"Cinderalla,”
"An age appropriate book?” You mumble, smiling sarcastically at Wonwoo’s glare he sends your way.
"Did you like it?”
"It’s a bit boring. I don't know why she needed a prince, she could've just locked her step mommy away and stolen all the jewellery.”
The three of you turn to Wonwoo.
"What?” He says defensively, taking a bite of his pizza. "That's not an Agatha Christie.”
"It is,” Areum corrects him happily. “And Gyugyu said you shouldn't talk with your mouth full of food."
He stops chewing for a second in shock, the three of you trying not to laugh at him being told off by a four year old.
"What about Cinderalla Ari?” Wonwoo ignores all your very pointed looks.
"Well the prince,” she wriggles in her seat to get comfy and tell you all about her book, "is really nice to Cinderella even though she looks a bit boring at the start he does all of these nice things for her like finds her shoe and then she's really happy and he keeps being nice to her and then they live happily ever after.”
“Did you enjoy it then?" Hoping this new found interest in fairy tales might draw her away from Poirot.
“Not really. But I was thinking."
Oh god.
“What about honeybun?" Jeonghan asks, giving her another slice of pizza.
“Well Woowoo does really nice things for mommy and he's always finding things she's lost and even when she looks like a scarecrow when she's just woken up and he's grumpy because he's woken up late he still smiles when he sees mommy and you and Gyugyu don't do that and so I think Woowoo probably makes mommy as happy as the prince because he does nice things for her and makes her happy and I think" she takes a deep breath from her rambling, “that they will live happily ever after."
All four of you gawk at her, not that she cares, she's too busy taking the pepperoni off Mingyu's pizza and adding it to hers.
“Ari," Jeonghan says softly, deciding to ask this himself because he can see you and Wonwoo are a bit shocked, “would you be ok with that though? If they lived happily ever after like the prince and Cinderella?"
“Mmmmmmmm," she taps her chin, thinking and leaving a greasy finger mark from the pizza, “I think so. Mommy smiles a lot when Woowoo is here." She whispers to Jeonghan like she's telling him her darkest secrets. "And I like it best when mommy smiles because she's my best friend.”
Fuck a duck.
"Why are you crying mommy? Did Gyugyu do something?” She frowns very seriously at Mingyu, her little arms folded.
"No honey,” you wipe your eyes, "and I'm not sad. I'm just very proud of you.”
"Because I read Cinderella?”
"Well yes, but more because you're you.”
"Who else would I be?” Her brows knit together as she picks her pizza up.
"No-one honey,” you chuckle, the other three joining in with you as you watch her tuck into her pizza with much too much pepperoni, not caring that she's just taken a massive weight of all your minds.
"Turns out it was just you two that didn't know.” Mingyu mutters, but soon stops looking so smug when you kick him in the leg.
"God I wish they wouldn't just roam around,” Wonwoo dodges a six year old dressed as a sheep.
"I don't see why they need to do this at all. Why not just put on a normal talent show?” Jeonghan glares at some glitter that's landed on his new jacket.
"Because it's Christmas.” You say through gritted teeth, pulling Wonwoo out of the line of fire of a three foot candy cane who was running past, “and so everyone needed to dress for the festive season."
“What’s festive about a sheep?" Wonwoo demands.
“I don't fucking know." You grumble.
“_____!"
No. No no no. You cannot deal with the mothers of the parent teacher association.
“Hi!" You turn around to them, your biggest and yet fakest smile plastered on your face.
“I see you've all come," the three women nod at the men flanking you.
“We wouldn't miss it," Mingyu beams proudly.
“We just wanted to ask, we're putting on a dance for valentine's day."
“Isn't that months away?" Wonwoo asks.
“Which one are you?" One of them asks condescendingly.
“Jeon Wonwoo, senior cardiothoracic surgeon at Asan Medical Centre," he holds his hand out and you try not to smile.
“O-oh," they all look a little taken aback as they shake his hand. Clearly they weren't banking on that. You swear they think you're in a quadruple or whatever it would be. It really isn't that hard to grasp that four people can bring up a child and it doesn't mean they're in a cult or a weird joint marriage.
“Mommy," Areum rushes up to you, “I've forgotten my tinsel crown."
“I've got a spare!" Mingyu pulls some tinsel out from his pocket.
“Thank you Gyugyu!" And she runs off again.
“We just wanted to know if you remembered the bake stall for after the talent show,"
You hate how they look at you. They think because your home set up isn't normal that it must mean you're all idiots that don't know what day of the week it is, let alone able to function like a regular family.
“I've made brownies, cupcakes and a pretty impressive bunt cake, if I do say so myself," Jeonghan cockily high fives Mingyu.
“Oh. I see."
Fuck do you feel smug.
"And we needed a donation for the……..”
"I made a sizeable donation on behalf of all of us two days ago. The principal actually called me herself saying how grateful she was.” You say in a sickly sweet voice.
"Really?” They all falter, looking between each other.
"Moooommmmy,” Areum comes rushing over again, "sorry I just need to speak to my mommy.” She says to wicked witches of the pta, "Mommy. Could you please remind Woowoo that he said we were going to the bookstore on the way home, I'm not talking to him because he ate my last chocolate Santa."
“I'll tell him." You nod very seriously.
“Bye!" She waves at the pta mothers and runs off again.
“I wish mine would read willingly," one of the kinder of the mothers mumbles, much to disgust of her friends.
“You were saying something about valentine's day?"
“What?"
“Isn't that why you came over? I presume you had a reason and it wasn't just because you like to belittle my girlfriend."
Ooooooh, now he's done it. All three of them bristle at Wonwoo’s comment but you can tell they're still trying to keep that fake polite exterior. You're going to give him such good head when you get home.
“Not at all, well all love seeing you all!"
Just as they finish that lie, a loud crash rings around the room and a teacher starts shouting at two boys.
“Oh," Mingyu frowns, “isn't that two of yours?" He points at two of the pta women.
“It's not Areum is it?" Jeonghan asks knowing full well it isn't.
“No, she's sitting with her friend over there, helping her plait her hair.” Wonwoo points out.
Satisfaction. In it's purest form, seeing your perfectly behaved, if not overly opinionated daughter, showing just how well she's been brought up by her "not normal” family. And then their son’s acting like little shits and being given detention at six years old. Perfection.
"Valentine's day?” You ask again.
"Oh right,” they drag their eyes away from the chaos, a look a evil on their faces again, “We wondered if we should have a daddy/ daughter dance or if it would upset Areum.”
"Why would it upset Areum?” You demand before the other three can ask anything.
"Well,” the leader smirks, "we wouldn't want to cause trouble.”
These fucking people. What gives them the right?
"Areum has three dads who love her. Who are here, unlike your children’s fathers. You might not get our family but you are no better than us because your children have just a mother and a father. Families come in all shapes and sizes and she’s loved and cared for and that's all that matters. If you don't like that, then I feel sorry for you. But do not go out of your way to insult the three men that have helped make that girl what she is today."
They stare at you before scuttling off back under whatever hole they wriggled out of.
"That,” Wonwoo pulls you to him, "was fucking hot.” He whispers in your ear.
"I feel like a princess when a knight defends her honour,” Mingyu smiles.
"Hey _____,” someone grabs your arm, "I couldn't have put it better myself, they did the same to me and my wife. Well done.” One of the mother’s from Ari’s class says proudly before she needs to rush off to find their daughter.
“Seats please!" Someone shouts and cuts off any proud gloating you were about the embark on.
“We should've bought a hip flask," Jeonghan complains, leading the way.
“Is that a goat? What does a goat have to do with Christmas?" Wonwoo complains, glaring at the other children as you drag him to his seat, Mingyu following behind you both.
"Maybe it's the goat of Christmas past.” You and Wonwoo stop and turn to Mingyu, a look of disgust on your faces.
"What?! That was a good one!”
"Come on, I don't want to miss Ari,” you sigh.
You take your seats, Mingyu next to an old lady who flusters when he says hello to her, Jeonghan next to him and you inbetween Jeonghan and Wonwoo. All of you waiting for the torture that's to come.
Children come and go, singing (or trying to), dancing (and falling), one even did a performance of her impersonating her fish. Five minutes of her just opening and closing her mouth dressed like what seemed to be a trout before someone finally put her, and Wonwoo, out of their misery.
But finally it's Areum's turn. She's performing Jingle Bells with her friend, dressed entirely in tinsel for reasons only known to them, and they even have little sets of bells to accompany their singing.
The old lady on the piano starts and they start singing. No nerves, no tantrums, just a happy little girl singing the song her and friend had learnt two weeks ago in your kitchen when Jeonghan said he'd help them.
For all of Wonwoo’s complaining about the calibre of performances and declaring that most of the children should be in a zoo, you watch him watching Areum and her friend with nothing but pride in his eyes. They're horrendously out of tune and the bells are definitely not in time with the piano or the singing. But to Wonwoo? He'd probably declare it a Grammy worthy performance.
Their song ends and people politely clap them like they do for every perfomance but this round of applause is a little different. Because this time three men stand and give a standing ovation to the two little girls on the stage, hooting and hollering making sure that both girls know how well they've performed.
It's as you join them, sour faced parents around you who glare out of the corner of their eyes, and cheer your little girl, that you realise just how lucky you both are that you realised how bad things were that day when baby Areum wouldn't stop crying.
Things got better. Things got a whole lot better. And it isn't just down to Mingyu, Wonwoo and Jeonghan. It's down to the fact that you knew you had people to help you. That even when you felt alone in the world, you still deep down knew that you weren't.
As the cheering ends and you sit back down, Wonwoo turns to you, his hand taking yours.
🌙 starring. Jeon Wonwoo & Kim Mingyu x afab!Reader
🔮 preview. “There’s a tether of fate between us, one that she can physically see in the waking world,” Wonwoo explains to Mingyu. “She knows we care about her, and she can correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems like our little recruit wants two of her captains to fuck her brains out in a dream realm free of consequences.”
tw/cw. Unprotected dream realm sex, sub/dom themes, power imbalance/power play, semi-tyrant all-powerful dom!Wonwoo, threesome, foreplay, pussy eating, oral, deep throating, slight pain kink, nipple clamps, fingering, squirting, breast/body worship, multiple reader orgasms, hand job, cum/squirt kink, voyeurism, dirty talk, cumming on demand, praise, finger sucking, fingers and cock in pussy at the same time, stretching kink, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby. (Wonwoo’s) Captain. (Mingyu’s) Sir.
👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 10.1k
🍭 aus. Fantasy au, knight au, magic user au, polyamory au, etc…
☀️ mlist + an. “Quiet vice-captain Wonwoo, a sexual tyrant in his own dream world” I feel like most of the Mingyu/Wonwoo threesomes I write have Wonwoo being not the most vocal of participants, so I had a lot of fun with this one.
Prologue:
You can feel your heart practically beating out of your chest during your trials to get accepted onto a magic knight squad. With so many amazing teams to join, you hardly know what to expect. Will you be joining SKZ? Or perhaps ITZY? Or maybe even NCT?
No, NCT hasn’t recruited in years, but ITZY is a contender… if they choose you, that is.
You have no hopes of getting recruited by SVT. They’re the powerhouse squad. In fact, they’re so adept at magic that when their last Captain had stepped down, the young vice captains had created a whole new structure for the squad, with three teams focused on defence, offence, and dual-wield uses for power.
Seungcheol, the head Captain of SVT, stands regal on a platform looking down at the recruit arena. With him are Hoshi, the offensive captain, who wields an ability called animal instinct; he can communicate and even become animals at will, and Woozi, the regal defence team leader, who is as adept with plant healing magic as any of the top mages who provide the Capital with hospital assistance.
Behind the three head members of SVT are a few of the extra vice captains. You recognise Wonwoo and Mingyu, of the dual team, arguably the most dangerous of the three subgroups, as their magic can act as both defence and offence.
There are rumours about these men, about the power they wield. Wonwoo with his dream magic, the ability to trap enemies in a dreamscape that they can never leave, and Mingyu, with blood magic that can shake a man to his very core, incapacitating with one hand and healing with the other.
No, there’s no way you’ll make it onto SVT with your thread magic… and yet, their eyes are on you.
The power that radiates from their gazes alone makes you falter, but you adjust, intent on proving yourself.
You won’t mess this up, you can’t afford to.
You’re eighteen, and this is your first recruitment trial. Many of the people around you are fifteen-year-olds, having come to this event at the first opportunity, but not you. You haven’t lived a life with a silver spoon. Your family comes from the outskirts of the kingdom, where farming is a way of life and no one ever gets to join the royal guard. You have been working hard for three years to convince your parents to allow you to come to this, and you won’t waste the opportunity.
You suppose your thread magic has both offensive and defensive uses, but you’re more comfortable with your protection magic, so that’s what you showcase.
Fine black threads appear in the air, and they can be woven thick enough to create a barrier that blocks most magic. It’s not easy work to summon and weave at the same time, but you’re proud of yourself for what you’re able to accomplish, and when the trials are done, you wait patiently for a result, fingers crossed.
“We will take the girl with thread magic,” Seungcheol’s voice booms over the crowd. “She is our third pick today.”
None of the other Captains even bother to argue, because everyone knows that the right to join SVT is not easily won, and even harder to refuse.
You can’t believe your luck, but as you stare at these domineering magic users, you wonder if this is a good thing or not. ITZY is an all-female squad, and part of you had been hoping to join them… but you suppose that string of fate has spoken, and you must now walk the path in front of you.
SVT seems to be your destiny, and as a wielder of thread magic, which touches on fate itself, you’ll be damned if you resist.
One:
Wonwoo never sleeps, and at times, that can be tiring. As a dream magic user, when he closes his eyes, he’s transported into his own world, where he’s the king and in control of everything. He’s as awake in the dream world as in the real one, and there’s only so much he can do while ‘asleep’ to entertain himself.
So, Wonwoo often slips into the dreams of those around him. He knows it’s invasive, but he can’t help himself. The unconsciousness of others is something he can bear witness to, without the need to control or dictate.
Often, Wonwoo finds himself in Mingyu’s dreams; they seem to be the most entertaining.
Seungcheol dreams of battle and blood, Woozi dreams of science and plants, and Hoshi… well, his dreams are almost exclusively of himself in tiger form running through forests and giving in to his animal instincts.
Mingyu, on the other hand, is more creative in his subconscious. He enacts bizarre scenarios that always keep Wonwoo guessing. One time, he dreamt of fishing in a small boat on the coast. Then a tsunami hit, the waves a coppery orange colour. The ocean erupted with pretty mermaids who took Mingyu to shore, only for the mermaids to transform fully into disgusting, blubbering fish when they touched dry land. Mingyu had woken from that dream as if it were a nightmare, and Wonwoo had laughed about it discreetly to himself for weeks afterward.
Wonwoo generally makes it a rule only to enter the dreams of other vice captains. But even that is starting to get boring.
Wonwoo is just so bored.
He sighs as he walks down the dark corridors of the SVT headquarters. Everyone else is asleep, and he can sense the inkling of dreams as he walks past bedroom doors.
Soft echoes of screams and the sound of attack magic permeate from Seungcheol’s room, and Wonwoo lets out another deep breath. How can someone have such a one-track mind that their entire life is dedicated to battle?
Outside of Mingyu’s door, Wonwoo takes a peek into his best friend’s subconscious and finds Mingyu trekking up a mountain made of gold and diamonds, battling wind as the sky flares orange and purple behind him.
Climbing a mountain isn’t exactly enthralling today.
Wonwoo continues, seeing glimmers of dreamscapes as he passes each room, but then something catches his attention.
The colours are what stand out to him first. Moody purples, royal blues, flickers of crystalline light. Wonwoo licks his lips, temptation flaring over him as he stands outside your door. He knows it’s your room, and this isn’t the first time he’s been tempted to take a peek inside your mind.
You’re hard not to notice. It’s been a year since SVT recruited you, and in that time, you’ve been a star pupil. You follow commands with a determination Wonwoo has never seen, and you push yourself to be better every day. You’ve never caused any problems on expeditions or quests, and Wonwoo has always gotten a sense that, behind your quiet, rule-following demeanor, there’s more than what meets the eye.
His fingers twitch, and he aches to take a peek into your dream.
Then Wonwoo hears his own voice, a barked command, followed by a ‘Yes, Sir!’ that is unmistakably you.
So… you’re dreaming about him?
Well… It’s as if he’s being invited into your head.
It would be so easy for him to just… slip into the version of himself that you’re seeing in your unconscious mind’s eye.
So that’s exactly what he does. Wonwoo leans against the wall outside your door, and a moment later, he transports himself into your subconscious.
Two:
The first thing Wonwoo notices is that the location of your dreamscape appears to be inside a cave. But the walls are covered in glittering gems. He can see amethysts and lapiz lazuli, and the precious stones glow as if a light resides within their cores. The whole cavern is illuminated with these glittering, vivid colours.
It seems to be some kind of dungeon, the type that the squad has cleared before, except it’s the most beautiful dungeon he’s ever seen. Wonwoo’s power is all about creativity, but he’s not sure even he could have ever dreamt up a scene like this.
On a raised platform sits a massive treasure chest, and it seems to be made out of a sparkling crystal material that glitters even brighter than the gemstone walls.
“Sir!” Your voice captures his attention, and Wonwoo whips around to find you standing there. Your hands are raised, delicate black strings weaving through the air toward the ceiling of the cavern, which is when Wonwoo notices the bat-like creatures flying there.
With eyes like rubies that glint viciously, the circling enemies are thwarted by your magic, but Wonwoo can see you are struggling.
“Your dream magic!” you insist.
Wonwoo lifts a hand, ready to use his power to completely pacify the enemy- but then, he would be in control of this dream. He would take ownership as the creator, stripping your unconscious of the work it’s doing.
Another rule Wonwoo doesn’t like to break: tampering with the power one holds over their own subconscious.
“I can’t,” Wonwoo tells you, lowering his hand.
“You must!” you insist, your gaze shifting down, and that’s when Wonwoo notices Mingyu is lying at your feet, his throat bloodied as if from an animal bite. “I can’t hold them off on my own! And I can’t help Mingyu while fighting off this attack!”
So you dream of both him and Mingyu… that’s interesting.
Not another royal guard is in sight.
Wonwoo sighs; he can sense your panic and can see that this dream is swiftly becoming a nightmare with his inability to perform.
Rules are arbitrary anyway.
Wonwoo flourishes his wrist, and a moment later, every single bat creature comes crashing to the floor of the cave, incapacitated and seemingly asleep.
You sink to your knees, your hands finding Mingyu’s throat, where you weave your thread magic to stitch up the wound.
Wonwoo stands there awkwardly watching the way you cradle Mingyu against yourself. He suddenly feels as if he shouldn’t be here, as if he’s witnessing an extremely intimate moment. It’s rare to find himself in sexual or even sexually adjacent dreams, and Wonwoo can feel the tension radiating off of you even from underneath the cloud of concern.
But… the real Mingyu, the one dreaming about climbing mountains… he’s not in a relationship with you.
Wonwoo would know if his best friend were keeping secrets.
So this is an unrequited love, the kind of love you can only experience in your dreams like this.
“Mingyu, wake up,” you urge, staring down at the bloodied man.
With a twitch of his fingers, Wonwoo wills dream Mingyu to wake, and the man’s eyes flutter open.
Wonwoo turns, not wanting to see what happens next, and his gaze lands on the glowing treasure chest. He begins to walk toward it, tuning out the words exchanged between you and Dream Mingyu.
“Sir, wait!” you call. “There might be traps!”
As the words leave your mouth, Wonwoo steps on a stone, and a fire arrow shoots through the air toward him. Wonwoo lifts a hand, stopping the magic before it hits him.
He hears a gasp, and he turns around to see you holding Mingyu up, your gaze locked on him.
“You… you stopped the arrow,” you whisper.
At first, Wonwoo’s not sure what you mean, and then he realizes, in your dreams, he has the same powers he has in real life. He can put things to sleep, but he shouldn’t have been able to stop that arrow… except that you’re currently in a dream, so he can control anything he wants.
Surely there’s no way your slumbering mind can comprehend this, right?
Before Wonwoo can consider it further, the whole world goes black, and Wonwoo’s eyes snap open in the real world.
You’ve woken up in a panic, and he can hear your bedsheets shifting.
Without a second thought, Wonwoo quickly retreats down the corridor.
Three:
You’ve been a vivid dreamer for your whole life, but nothing has been more vivid than the final minutes of the dream you had last night. You can’t get it out of your head; the image of Wonwoo stopping an arrow with the wave of his hand.
With an analytical mind, you can always count on your dreams following logic. Sure, the locations might be fantastical, and the situations are sometimes not the most likely, but without fail, when you dream of your squad mates, they always have the same powers and personalities they do in real life.
So, how was Wonwoo, a user of sleep magic, able to stop an arrow in your dream like a man with telekinetic powers?
There seems to be only one true answer; the real Wonwoo was in your head last night.
You don’t want to believe it.
Has this happened before, or was this the first time?
How often does he go into the dreams of others?
Do other people allow him into their dreams?
What has he seen in your mind’s sleeping eye?
What secrets has he borne witness to?
What desires has he observed in your most private moments of slumber?
You sit at breakfast hunched over your meal, unable to look up to meet the gaze of anyone around you. But you can feel eyes on you, dark eyes, the eyes of the man who intruded in your subconscious last night.
There’s a connection between you now, a thread of fate that wasn’t there before.
In your time training, you’ve come to the understanding that you may weave threads and make them visible, but you can also see the invisible strings of fate that tie everyone together.
There’s been a tie between you and Mingyu for some months now, a thread that grows thicker week by week, building with every interaction, but you’ve hardly spoken to the silent vice-captain who wields dream magic.
There’s never been a thread with Wonwoo, and today, all of a sudden, there’s a string connecting you to Wonwoo that is as thick as the one between you and Mingyu.
You suppose the only question is, where do things go from here?
Four:
It’s been a week since Wonwoo has visited your dream, and every night, you go to bed with a tingle of anticipation, wondering if you’ll see him again.
In your waking hours, Wonwoo continues to play the part of regal, silent vice-captain. He doesn’t approach you, doesn’t say a word, but something tells you that when he does decide to visit your unconscious again, there might be movement in this whole debacle.
Tonight, you’re dreaming about Hoshi for some reason, except he’s in tiger form. You know it’s Hoshi because even as a tiger, he’s on his hind legs dancing, and it’s quite the spectacle.
Time is fuzzy when you’re asleep, and the vividity of your dreams comes and goes.
Something is making this scene very clear, and it only takes a few moments for you to realize what.
Standing across the field is a familiar man: Wonwoo.
He’s watching you, like he does every day in the mess hall and during training.
You force a wave and begin to approach him.
Wonwoo turns to leave.
“Wait! Please!” you call, your pace quickening. “I need to talk to you!”
Wonwoo pauses, and you see him release a sigh. “I just wanted to say I was sorry for invading your dream,” he tells you when you reach him.
“It’s okay,” you assure him. “I uh… is this something you do often?”
“Not with anyone but other captains,” he assures you.
“Why?”
“Because it’s intrusive.”
You consider his words. “So why did you come into my dream?”
Wonwoo stares at you. “The other captains get boring.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I don’t… I don’t get to sleep like you do. I’m awake every moment of my life. I can go into my own dream world and create what I want to see, but there are limits to my own imagination. It gets so very boring.” He pauses. “I saw the colours of your dream, and they drew me in. You have a sleeping world that’s different from any I’ve ever been in.”
His gaze shifts past you to tiger Hoshi, who is still dancing. “Don’t mind him,” you say, suddenly embarrassed.
Wonwoo laughs, and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him smile.
God, he’s beautiful.
The string appears between your bodies, and Wonwoo’s laugh is cut short. He looks down at it.
“What’s this?”
“Oh, uh…” It feels like your throat is closing up. “I think it’s a string of fate.”
“You think?”
“It’s a new part of my power I unlocked a few months ago,” you try to explain.
“Do you see these when you’re awake?” Wonwoo reaches down and touches the string, marveling at the way it connects the two of you, heart to heart.
“Yes,” you admit.
“What does it mean?”
“I’m not entirely sure yet,” you confess. “I’ve read about soul ties, that sort of thing, but these appear gradually, and they build over time.”
“Hmm.” Wonwoo lets go of the string. “And are you tied to anyone else?”
Mingyu appears beside you, conjured by the suggestion Wonwoo has just sent to your subconscious. A matching thread connects you to the wielder of blood magic.
“I see.” Wonwoo nods. “Well, this is interesting.”
“It’s embarrassing,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself.
“Why?”
“I have a fate thread tying me to two of my Captains; it’s not exactly ideal.”
The edges of Wonwoo’s lips quirk slightly, as if he finds the whole thing so very amusing.
“There are no rules prohibiting captains from… being with their subordinates,” Wonwoo points out. “If that’s what you’re hoping for.”
“Well, how am I supposed to know if you or Mingyu are even interested?” you blurt out.
“This string goes both ways,” he muses softly, tracing the thread with his index finger.
“Well… we’re always so busy…” you insist, not wanting to believe what your captain is saying.
“You forget, I control dreams. If this is something you wanted to explore, we could all explore it while you sleep, and no one would ever have to know.”
“How would that work?” you ask, your inhibitions practically nonexistent as your unbridled unconscious takes control.
“I can put people to sleep and draw them into my dream realm. I could bring you and Mingyu into my mind, and in my dream world, you can feel every touch, as if it were happening while awake.”
“Into your dream realm…” you repeat. “Where you control everything.”
“Yes.” He nods, assessing your every facial expression with watchful eyes.
“I…” you swallow thickly, overwhelmed with this information.
Could you really… explore this soul tie with both Wonwoo and Mingyu while in a dream realm?
What would the exploration look like?
“You don’t have to answer now,” Wonwoo tells you. “I’d prefer to hear your decision while you’re awake. In here, in your own dream… well, your primal instincts often take over while your civilized mind is at rest.”
“My primal instincts,” you whisper.
“Yes.” Wonwoo steps closer, leaning forward until his lips are almost ghosting over your own. “Let’s talk about this again soon.”
The world collapses around you, and you sit up in bed, breathing heavily, the anticipation of a kiss leaving tingles on your lips.
Five:
You’re walking back to the training yard after lunch when you realize someone is tailing you, and you turn to see Wonwoo. He makes a motion with his head, indicating toward a storage closet that will take you away from the prying eyes of other members of the guard.
Your heart is racing practically out of your chest as he follows you into the small space.
“So?” he says when he closes the door.
“So?” you repeat.
“So what are you thinking?”
God, he’s standing so close to you, and now that you’re wide awake, you can even feel his breath.
The invisible thread between you is practically pulsing with your proximity, and you swallow thickly. “I want to,” you tell him.
“Want to what?” he grins.
“I want to have a dream with you and Mingyu,” you clarify. “I want to explore this. Without having to sneak around and hide in closets.”
“I kind of like it in here,” he muses, leaning closer.
Your whole body is tingling with desperation. You’re not a virgin, but you haven’t had sex since you joined the guard; you’ve been too focused on training and tasks.
God, you really need to get fucked.
Something tells you Wonwoo does as well. All this man does is work, day and night.
Having your dreams to explore sexual fantasies in would be amazing. Hell, half of your life is spent asleep. You can’t even imagine what it will be like to be able to partake in Wonwoo’s dream realm any night you want, without it impeding on your rigorous waking schedule.
You can’t help yourself; you grab his shoulders, pulling him to you.
Your lips smash against his own, and his hands tug at your hips, pressing you firmly to his chest.
Wonwoo has always been extremely handsome, but he’s kept to himself. This whole dream invasion thing has opened a door you never thought would be unlocked, and now, you want to dive in headfirst.
He’s quiet, but domineering, and obviously considerate. Intelligent men have a certain appeal, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the inherent power both Wonwoo and Mingyu have over you as vice-captains.
Your entire body is tingling as you kiss each other, getting lost in the throes of passion, squished secretly together in a closet at the SVT headquarters like teenagers kissing in a confession booth at church.
You grab the nape of his neck, deepening the kiss and allowing his tongue into your mouth. Wonwoo groans, and it’s the most delightful sound you’ve ever heard. You can feel your panties sticking to your core-
Someone coughs loudly outside of the storage closet, and you pull apart quickly, your heart racing.
“Sorry guys, but uh, that’s a broom closet, and as a vice-captain, I have to suggest you move it elsewhere.” The voice is unmistakably Mingyu’s, and the realization flashes in Wonwoo’s eyes as you stare at each other.
All it takes is a moment, and you know through the way the invisible thread jolts that you’re thinking the same thing.
Wonwoo throws the door open, grabs Mingyu, and tugs him into the closet.
“What the fu- Wonwoo?” Mingyu gasps in shock. “Y/N? Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I just sensed rushing blood in here-”
“It’s okay,” Wonwoo assures him.
“Uh…” Mingyu swallows uncomfortably, pressing himself back against the wall of the closet. “So…”
“We all need to talk, but not here,” Wonwoo explains.
“Yeah, it’s kind of stuffy in here,” Mingyu notes. “Also… I’m not going to tell Cheol I saw the two of you in a closet.”
Wonwoo sighs, shaking his head at his friend. “That’s not what we need to talk about.”
“Is it something bad? God, I explained to Hoshi last month that my blood magic can’t be used as birth control-”
“What? No!” Wonwoo narrows his eyes at Mingyu. “That’s not-”
“You guys can talk it out, but Seungcheol is expecting me in the training yard. You two can be late, but I can’t,” you interject.
“Yeah, no one’s in the hallway,” Mingyu confirms, utilizing his blood sensing power.
“We’ll catch up to you,” Wonwoo assures you, opening the closet door so you can skitter out.
Your entire body is flooded with jittery energy as you run toward the training yard, anticipation a more intense drug than most.
Six:
You’re really not sure how this is going to work, so you wait patiently in your room. From what you understand, Wonwoo can enter dreams and take control, but for him to invite you into his own dream kingdom, he needs to put you to sleep, something that is easily done using his power.
It’s late when there’s a knock at your door, and you open it to allow Wonwoo to slip inside.
“I was worried you weren’t coming,” you confess.
“Had to make sure no one saw me come in here,” he explains. “Woozi patrols these halls like a guardsman.”
“I know we have no rules about fraternization, but Woozi definitely makes it seem like we do.”
“Yeah, that’s Jeonghan’s fault. He got one of our best recruits pregnant a few years back, and it took them both out of the game. He’s back now, but she decided to be a stay-at-home mom.”
“So pregnancy is a definite no,” you laugh awkwardly.
“I’m not planning on having kids anytime soon, are you?” he cocks a brow.
“Not even in my wildest dreams.”
“Good.” Wonwoo clears his throat. “Doing things this way, in a dream state, will protect us all from that nonsense; the only problem is, if I’m letting you into my dream world, I have to come and physically see you when we want to do this.”
“And then you put me to sleep?”
“Yes, and then I leave and join you in the dream world from my own room.”
“So there’s still an element of sneaking around,” you note.
Wonwoo shrugs. “I can be pretty quiet when I want to be.”
“Trust me, I’ve noticed. I thought you hated me this entire time.”
“I don’t hate you,” he laughs. “I’m just not as open about my feelings as Mingyu is.”
“Whatever the two of you feel for me, you’ve both done a very good job hiding it.”
“Well… we can’t have vice-captains making recruits feel uncomfortable if things are unrequited,” Wonwoo muses. “Could you imagine how horrible that would be?”
“It wouldn’t be the best,” you agree. “So how do we do this?”
“Lay down,” Wonwoo instructs. “Mingyu is already waiting for you.”
“Oh?”
“I figured you two should have a moment or two to talk privately before I get back to my own room. I know you and I are on the same page, but I probably didn’t do the best job explaining this to him in that storage closet.” Wonwoo laughs at himself, following you as you head to lie down.
“So… I’ll still be myself in the dream?” you ask.
“Yes. Unlike your dreams where I’m invading your subconscious, when you come into my dream world, it’s as if you’re completely awake just in a different realm. You will be able to touch, feel, taste… pretty much anything you can do in real life.”
“Except get pregnant.”
“Yes.”
You don’t want to bring it up with him, but you know the extra caveat he’s not mentioning; if you die in his dream world, you die in real life. That’s what makes Wonwoo so extremely powerful: he can wipe entire factions of enemies off the map just by trapping them in his dream world and summoning a tsunami, or a fireball, or anything he can imagine.
But you’re not afraid; you’re sure that wherever Wonwoo places you in his dream realm will be nice. After all, you’re going there to get secretly fucked stupid by two of your vice-captains.
Seven:
You find yourself transported to a large bedroom. The floor beneath your feet is dark marble, and large crystals jut out of it, their cores casting a glow around the room. It’s cavernous, almost, with what looks like a hot spring bubbling in one corner. And then your eyes find a massive bed, and your gaze meets Mingyu’s.
“Y/N!” he stands up abruptly.
“Hi,” you say awkwardly, not quite sure how to approach him given the circumstances.
“Can you explain what’s going on?”
Your words get caught in your throat, and you fight with yourself on how to do this, but you decide being honest is probably the best idea.
“Wonwoo invaded my dreams recently, and it caused a tether of fate to form between us, a tether that I’d only ever seen between you and me.”
“A tether of fate?” he repeats.
“Yes, like… a thread,” you try to explain. “From my heart to yours.”
“Oh.” You notice the way his cheeks turn a rosy pink. “Was I that obvious about liking you?”
“Without the tether, I may not have noticed. You and Wonwoo are both quite good at keeping your secrets.”
“We have to be; it wouldn’t be fair to put pressure on you like that.”
Both of these men truly are wonderful people. Here they are, vice-captains with an interest in you, but neither is willing to put you in a precarious situation due to the innate power imbalance that resides between you.
“I feel the same way, though. I’ve been interested in you both since the trials; I just never knew what to do about it,” you blurt out, then pause. “Is this weird for you that I like you both?”
“Not really,” Mingyu admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “Wonwoo and I grew up together; we’ve been best friends for as long as I can remember. When he jumps, I jump. I suppose it’s not the most surprising thing that we’d be interested in the same girl. And, well, sharing you is better than one of us being left out, I guess.”
Mingyu is adorable. This is a side to him you’ve never really seen.
Both men have always been quite reserved in speaking about personal feelings. All the Captains are strictly business, so it is nice to see Mingyu - and Wonwoo - in a new light.
“So… is this like a double date sort of thing? And by double, I mean, well, both of us with you,” Mingyu laughs awkwardly.
“I mean, it can be,” you tell him, embarrassment washing over you.
It’s clear you and Wonwoo have more sinful intentions, but you have never stopped to consider if Mingyu would want to take things slow.
“You two are cute,” comes Wonwoo’s voice, and you turn to see him standing by the bed. You’re not sure when he had appeared, but you’re happy he can handle this awkwardness now.
“Why are we cute?” Mingyu asks.
“We’re in a dream world,” Wonwoo responds casually. “We don’t have to take things slow here if we don’t want to. I understand you like to be a gentleman about these things, Mingyu, but y/n doesn’t want us to be. In fact, I’m pretty sure she’d prefer it if, while we’re in this realm, we behave the opposite.”
“Wait, so you’re saying…” Mingyu looks between you and his friend.
“There’s a tether of fate between us, one that she can physically see in the waking world,” Wonwoo explains to Mingyu. “She knows we care about her, and she can correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems like our little recruit wants two of her captains to fuck her brains out in a dream realm free of consequences.”
Both of their gazes shift to you, looking for confirmation, and you manage a nod. “He’s right,” you admit. “Listen, I know this sounds crazy, but as a weaver of thread magic who is learning about the fate aspect of my power, there’s something inside of me that innately trusts the string that connects us all. I can’t explain it, but I know the universe wouldn’t steer me wrong on this.”
“And we’re all pent up from being too good at our jobs when we’re awake,” Wonwoo points out. “This seems like the perfect fit.”
“I just… are you sure you don’t want us to buy you dinner first or something?” Mingyu laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.
You sneak a peek at Wonwoo, and both of you can’t hide your laughter. “You’re very cute, Mingyu.”
“I just mean…” the tall man says, clearly flustered, “I don’t want you to think we’re taking advantage of you.”
“I think she’s taking advantage of us, actually,” Wonwoo grins. “Very naughty of her.”
God, Wonwoo can be so sexy when he wants to be. Your core throbs at his words, and you’re shocked at how you can feel it so vividly. So the word about Wonwoo’s dream realm was true; you’ll be able to feel everything they do to you.
“So are you in or out, Mingyu?” Wonwoo asks. “I can always allow you to wake up, take her to dinner on your own time, and miss out on this.”
Mingyu glares at his friend. “Don’t you dare.”
“So we’re in agreement,” Wonwoo concludes. “Dream sex now, a proper dinner later.”
“You guys don’t have to take me out for a proper dinner,” you laugh.
Wonwoo’s grin widens. “Mingyu seems dead set on it.”
“I am!”
Your giggling intensifies, but it dies down when you see the way the men are staring at you. “So, Wonwoo,” you clear your throat. “What now?”
“So if we’re all consenting, then we’re all consenting,” Wonwoo clarifies, earning nods from you and Mingyu. “Now, you let me work my magic,” Wonwoo concludes. “Starting with your outfit.”
He raises a hand, and you feel the brush of air across your skin. When you look down, you find yourself in a black nightdress. It’s short, with a silky fabric that brushes your mid-thigh, and the cool air of the room caresses your bare shoulders.
You know Wonwoo controls everything here, but the fact that he’s dressing you up like his own personal doll leaves you breathless.
“She’s beautiful,” Mingyu says.
“What do you think, baby?” Wonwoo asks, directing his question at you.
“I’m not sure,” you admit.
Another twitch of his fingers and a massive mirror appears in front of you, giving you a full view of the outfit he’s chosen. You marvel at yourself in the reflection, shocked by how well Wonwoo has chosen a nightie for you. Had he spent a long time considering this?
The mirror disappears, and you stare at the two men, unable to help but smile. “It looks good,” you confirm.
“Now for us,” Wonwoo turns his attention to Mingyu, and the next moment, the vice-captain is shirtless. Mingyu jumps from the sudden change, and Wonwoo grins. “I think this is probably up our baby’s alley.”
“I feel… exposed,” Mingyu admits, clearly unused to being a puppet whose world is controlled by a sinful master like Wonwoo.
“Tell him you like this,” Wonwoo says, turning to you.
“I do like it,” you admit, taking in Mingyu’s body with hungry relish. God, he’s so ripped, but you suppose you have quite a physical job. His skin is marred in a few places with old scars, but you think it adds to Mingyu’s beauty.
“Well, what about you?” Mingyu asks his friend.
“I think I’m good like this for now,” Wonwoo responds, looking down at the black knitted sweater and pants that hide his body from your view.
The dynamic between these men is certainly interesting. You could get used to the friendly bickering, and you can’t wait to explore them more.
Wonwoo’s gaze finds you again, and with the simple crook of his finger, he uses his power to tug you to his chest. You release a gasp, your hands finding his shoulders as you look up at him.
“So, how rough do you want it?” he asks, a sly grin appearing on his lips.
“Break me,” you whisper, skin tingling at the admittance of just how far you want to go tonight. “Don’t hold anything back.”
“Is there anything you don’t like?” Mingyu questions, stepping behind you, blocking you in against Wonwoo while his lips trail just millimeters from your throat.
“I…” you swallow thickly. “I’m not sure yet.”
Wonwoo stiffens. “Are you a virgin?”
“No,” you assure him. “Just not the most experienced, and I haven’t been touched in a very long time.”
“If you don’t like anything, just say so,” Mingyu tells you, his hand stroking your arm. “I don’t think we need a safe word; just communicate with us.”
“I will,” you promise.
Wonwoo looks at the man over your shoulder, and it’s clear they exchange a wordless agreement. This is a duo of best friends; you’re sure they have an idea of what will work with each other.
They move in tandem, Wonwoo cupping your cheek and drawing your lips to his while Mingyu presses a kiss to your throat, easily narrowing in on your sweet spot.
A moan escapes you, and your whole body melts like jelly, your arms wrapping around Wonwoo to stay standing while they begin to worship you.
Mingyu’s hands find your hips, helping to keep you steady while they slowly explore you. The kiss with Wonwoo is hot and fiery, picking up where you’d left off in the storage closet. You can practically taste his lust for you, and it makes your body surge with pleasure. Mingyu, meanwhile, is slightly more tentative, licking and sucking on your skin.
You press your chest to Wonwoo, arching your back so your ass can brush against Mingyu’s crotch, and the man behind you groans, his fingers digging into your hips.
You can feel his bulge beginning to press in his pants, and knowing that both men want you is a huge turn on. You’d never imagined you’d be engaging in a threesome, let alone a dream threesome with two insanely hot vice-captains of your squad.
Mingyu’s hand rises from your hip, and he massages your breast through the slinky nightie that adorns your body. You groan, breaking your kiss with Wonwoo so both men can hear your sounds of pleasure.
Wonwoo’s lips find your throat, and now both men are kissing your neck while their hands trail up your body.
Mingyu continues to touch your chest, but Wonwoo’s hand slips between your thighs. “You’re soaked, baby,” he whispers. “I’ve never seen such a cute, needy little recruit before.”
So he’s leaning into the power dynamic… you’ve never been this turned on in your entire life.
“I just want to be good for you, Captain,” you whimper.
“You’re being so good for us,” Mingyu assures you.
“Yes, Sir,” you groan when Wonwoo begins to stroke your core through the flimsy piece of fabric between your legs.
Mingyu responds by slowly lifting the nightie off of your body, exposing your torso to both men, then, in tandem, they turn you so your back is now to Wonwoo. Mingyu cups your face, drawing your lips to his while Wonwoo continues to play with your pussy. His hand slips under the fabric of your panties, deft fingers circling your aching clit.
Mingyu’s not holding back anymore, and his tongue invades your mouth deliciously. He takes your breath away, and you tangle your fingers in his hair, loving the way he’s already groaning softly.
Wonwoo applies more pressure to your clit, and you gasp, pulling at Mingyu’s hair. You break the kiss to throw your head back against Wonwoo’s shoulder, and Mingyu takes the opportunity to let his lips trail down your throat. His breath is warm against your exposed skin, and his mouth is hot when he sucks one of your nipples between his lips.
“Fuck,” you whimper, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second.
“Look at you,” Wonwoo grins. “Such a sensitive baby.”
“It feels so good,” you groan, wiggling your hips, looking for more stimulation.
Wonwoo slips two fingers into your soaked core, and you release a deep moan, eyes shutting as you focus on the pleasure both men are providing you.
“What a warm, wet pussy, baby,” Wonwoo muses. “Is this all for us?”
“Yes,” you whimper, loving the way he’s still using his palm to stimulate your clit.
Mingyu sucks harder on your nipple, pinching the other between two fingers.
“You’re dripping all over my hand,” Wonwoo continues. “How close are you?”
“So close,” you admit, muscles clenching with need.
“I guess we should give you what you need.” Wonwoo’s lips find your throat, and he sucks on your sweet spot, his fingers working you open while his palm applies rough pressure to your clit. Mingyu worships your chest, teasing your nipples until you’re aching.
Your whimpers and gasps fill the room, echoing off the cavernous walls. Both men focus entirely on getting you to the edge, and soon, your entire body is throbbing with hot pleasure as you cum hard.
Your core clenches around Wonwoo’s fingers, your screams uncensored as your orgasm overtakes you completely.
“That’s it,” Wonwoo praises you, nibbling on your ear while they work you through your high. “What a good girl for us.”
Mingyu pulls away from your chest, cupping your face so he can press his lips to yours. He eats up your sounds while Wonwoo finishes you off, and the moment your orgasm subsides, Mingyu picks you up.
The tall man carries you to the bed, his lips never leaving yours as he lays you down on the plush mattress before getting on top of you. His hips rock, his hard cock nudging your core through two layers of fabric.
“How about we make this fun for all of us?” Wonwoo’s voice cuts through your lust. “Mingyu, you’re not used to a situation like this; threesomes require a bit of creativity.”
“Huh?” Mingyu pulls away from you, turning to look over his shoulder at his friend.
“I’m not some cuck who’s going to stand and watch,” Wonwoo reiterates. “Lay her across the bed, her head hanging over one side; you can use her mouth, but I’m going to eat her pussy one way or another.”
You swear; his words could make you cum on the spot.
Dominant Wonwoo is a sight to behold, and it delights you that he has control like this, and the foresight to imagine scenarios where all three of you can be experiencing pleasure in tandem.
“Okay,” Mingyu swallows thickly. “Yeah.” One adjustment has you with your head cocked off the side of the bed, and Mingyu fumbles with his pants. “You okay with this?” he asks.
“Yes, I told you, don’t hold anything back.”
While Mingyu pulls his cock out, Wonwoo gets onto the bed between your thighs. One snap of his fingers has your panties disappearing, and he groans at the sight of your wet core.
“Messy baby,” he taunts, kissing your inner thigh.
“You made me this way, Captain,” you retort, earning a sharp slap to your leg.
“I’m cleaning up after myself, aren’t I?’ Wonwoo reminds you.
Your core throbs, and Wonwoo presses a kiss to your clit that makes your toes curl. He adjusts your legs over his shoulders, his strong hands grabbing your hips to pin you to the bed while he licks your core.
A squeal escapes you, and you writhe slightly against the bed, only for Mingyu to capture your attention.
“Open your mouth, pretty girl,” he prompts, stroking his massive cock and looking down at you.
“Yes, Sir,” you respond, licking your lips before tilting your head back and preparing yourself.
Mingyu brings his cock closer, not pressuring you to go too hard too fast, and you start by licking his shaft. You bring a hand up, grabbing his base to make it easier for you to tease him.
Wonwoo takes your clit into his mouth, sucking lewdly, and you groan, closing your eyes and doing your best to continue licking Mingyu while Wonwoo pleasures you.
His size is daunting, but you finally wrap your lips around the head of his cock.
“Fuck,” Mingyu groans, taking over as he slowly thrusts the tip in and out of your mouth. “This bed is a little low.”
Wonwoo doesn’t even bother to respond, but you feel the mattress raise, making your head level with Mingyu’s hips so he doesn’t have to bend down in an awkward squat to face fuck you.
Thank god for dream magic.
Mingyu pushes a little deeper into your mouth, and you do your best to relax. Your drool is acting as a lubricant, making it easy for Mingyu as he fucks into you.
You close your eyes, enjoying this position and all that it provides. Both men are groaning now, and the vibrations of Wonwoo’s mouth on your clit has your legs twitching.
Mingyu reaches down, pinching one of your nipples and making you whine around his cock.
“What a view,” he muses, pushing his cock even deeper into your mouth with each thrust.
It’s then that you realize you don’t have a gag reflex, and you surmise this must be another one of Wonwoo’s little dream magic quirks. There’s no uncomfortable feeling for you as Mingyu face fucks you with his gigantic cock, and it allows you to focus on your own pleasure.
Two fingers slip into your core, and Wonwoo continues sucking on your clit, crooking his digits up to stroke your g-spot.
You whine desperately around Mingyu’s cock, grabbing the bed sheets to try to anchor yourself while the pleasure builds.
God, nothing has ever felt this good.
You can hear your pussy squelching, and that turns you on even more as you hollow your cheeks around Mingyu. Wonwoo isn’t letting up on your clit, and the lewd slurping has your mind going fuzzy.
Finally, you can’t take any more; you push Mingyu’s thigh, and he backs away. With a loud gasp that turns into a desperate moan, you warn Wonwoo that you’re close.
He stares up at you with dark eyes, finger fucking you even harder.
Something breaks inside of you, all the pressure releases, and you cry out. “Fuck,” Wonwoo groans, pulling away from your clit while his fingers continue inside of you. “You’re squirting all over me, baby.”
“Holy shit,” Mingyu whispers, and you throw your head back to look up at the man stroking his cock above you.
“Just like that, baby, keeping squirting,” Wonwoo coaxes you, his motions unrelenting as he draws even more juice out of your core.
You grab the bedsheets, gripping them hard as you try to stay anchored in this dream reality wherein you’re having truly the most sinful, wet, delicious sex of your entire life.
Wonwoo slows down his pace, removing his fingers from your core to lick them clean before putting his tongue on your pussy again. He groans as he licks up every drop of your orgasm, sucking your clit into his mouth and making you scream from sensitivity.
“I think she’s ready for more,” Wonwoo says with a satisfied grin, sitting up and running a hand through his hair.
“Who do you want first?” Mingyu asks.
“I don’t care; I just need someone inside of me, or I might die,” you whimper, mind feeling fuzzy with desire.
“You can fuck her first, Gyu,” Wonwoo sighs. “You look like you’re about to pop.”
“Do we need protection?”
“You can’t get her pregnant in a dream,” Wonwoo explains.
“Oh, right, yeah.”
The two men help you up, and the bed sinks to a normal height again so Mingyu can climb on with you. Although Mingyu’s the one who’s about to fuck you, Wonwoo’s the one who takes the lead with positioning, and he adjusts you onto your knees facing him while your back is to Mingyu.
“Come here,” Wonwoo grins, pinching your chin to draw your lips to his while Mingyu’s mouth finds your throat. His free hand slips down your spine, and he prompts you to arch your back, pushing your butt toward Mingyu.
Wonwoo groans as you kiss, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. He pulls away, wordlessly tapping your cheek to make you turn and look over your shoulders, your lips meeting Mingyu’s.
The large man behind you moans lewdly, his hands wrapping around you so one can massage your breast and the other can slip down to rub your clit.
You tilt your pelvis and feel Mingyu’s cock prod your wet hole. Then you reach behind yourself, grabbing the base of his cock to hold it steady, which allows you to push back onto it.
The head of his cock stretches you out deliciously, and you both moan. It’s not the deepest position, but when Mingyu sinks down on his knees a little, he’s able to thrust up into you and fill you more.
Wonwoo, meanwhile, removes his shirt, and in a flash, he’s naked too. You can’t help but reach for his hard cock, and you break the kiss with Mingyu to focus on Wonwoo.
You’re sandwiched between these men, stroking off the one in front of you, while Mingyu ruts into you from behind.
Mingyu grabs your hips, anchoring you while he finds a good pace, and then something pinches hard on both of your nipples.
You gasp, your eyes flashing open to find Wonwoo has conjured a set of nipple clamps, connected by a beaded chain that he’s gently tugging, working both of your nipples simultaneously.
“How do you feel about a little pain?” he asks.
“I love it,” you groan, body tingling with pleasure.
“Yeah?” He reaches between your thighs, finding your clit so he can rub you while Mingyu fucks into you.
“Feels so good,” you confirm, biting your lip as the feeling washes over you.
Each gentle tug of the chain between the clamps sets your body on fire, and you love the way both men are worshipping your pussy together.
“So fucking wet,” Mingyu groans.
“I don’t even need to use my powers to make this pussy magic,” Wonwoo grins, leaning forward so his lips ghost over yours. “I can’t believe you were hiding this from us all this time.”
“I can’t believe neither of you wanted to make a move,” you retort, stroking his cock faster.
Wonwoo tugs on the clamps and you cry out. “What was that, recruit? Sounded like you were talking back to me.”
“I’m sorry, Captain,” you whimper, forcing your eyes open to look up at Wonwoo.
“And?” he tugs the chain again.
“Sorry, Sir, it won’t happen again.”
Mingyu clearly doesn’t give a fuck about this whole power play thing; he’s too busy railing into you to care, his moans filling the room.
“I wonder if you can fit more,” Wonwoo says, lifting a hand in front of your face. “Suck.”
You take two of his fingers into your mouth, meeting his eyes as you lewdly suck on them. With a groan, Wonwoo pulls his hand away, dropping it down to your core where Mingyu is entering you.
Your heart leaps with the realization of what he’s about to do, and Mingyu pauses to allow Wonwoo to push his two fingers inside of you, digits now snug along his best friend’s cock. Wonwoo crooks his fingers toward your g-spot, and you cry out, which is enough confirmation of pleasure for Mingyu to begin fucking into you again.
“I kind of like this view,” Wonwoo muses, tugging on the nipple clamps again. “Maybe one day you’ll be able to take both of us at the same time.”
The thought of having both of them stuffed inside of you makes you shiver, and you stroke his cock faster, panting with delight.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you, baby?” Wonwoo’s smirk widens. “You know, from what I’ve seen in his dreams, Mingyu is quite the ass man.”
“Fuck you,” Mingyu grunts, clearly unaware that Wonwoo’s taken a peek in his dreams before and witnessed his innermost sexual proclivities.
“There’s no shame in it,” Wonwoo insists. “In fact, it kind of works in our favour… just not tonight.”
The idea that Wonwoo’s planning future sexual experiences makes you tingle with anticipation.
“You know, I can take away pain in this realm, as I took away that gag reflex of yours,” Wonwoo continues. “So I can promise that if you want to try us both at once, you don’t have to be afraid of anything.”
“Yes, thank you, Captain, next time,” you assure him, unable to think properly as he continues to stoke your g-spot while Mingyu stretches you out with his cock.
“I think you’re pretty close, aren’t you, baby?” Wonwoo asks, tilting his head slightly.
“Yes,” you gasp when he presses his palm to your clit.
“You want to know what else I can do in this realm?” His smirk widens. “Squirt for us.”
All the tightness in your body releases at once, and an orgasm slams into you like a tsunami. You let out a scream as your core clamps down on both men, pushing them out of you so your juice can flood onto the bed.
“Holy shit!” Mingyu groans, immediately wrapping a hand around your body to rub your clit, which only makes you cum harder.
“Wonwoo!” you whimper, grabbing his shoulders to stay upright on your knees while your orgasm rages through you.
“I like it when you’re messy,” he smirks.
When your orgasm begins to subside, Mingyu slips back into you, and Wonwoo moves out of the way to allow Mingyu to fold you over into doggy position. Rough hands on your hips keep you anchored as Mingyu plows into you, chasing his own release like a madman.
“Shit,” Mingyu moans. “I’m gonna cum.”
His sounds get louder, his thrusts becoming erratic, and then, as he’s buried completely inside of you, you feel him explode. The groan that escapes him is one of the sexiest things you’ve ever heard, and your body twitches, core trying to milk him as he fills you up.
After what feels like a long orgasm, Mingyu finally pulls back, releasing an exhausted huff.
“That’s the most I’ve ever cum,” he admits.
“Yeah, I wonder why,” Wonwoo says sarcastically, helping you back onto your knees.
You can practically sense Mingyu’s jaw drop as the realization floods over you both. Just as Wonwoo can make you cum on command in this dream realm, it appears he can elongate Mingyu’s orgasm too.
“Messy messy,” Wonwoo tuts, flicking his wrist and sending Mingyu toppling down onto the pillows. Wonwoo places you between Mingyu’s legs, and you use his strong chest like a backrest as you get comfortable.
Wonwoo looks over your body, and you stare up at him, wondering what he’ll do next.
“I don’t think I need these anymore,” Wonwoo admits, making a small motion that causes the nipple clamps to disappear. Another twitch of his fingers draws Mingyu’s hands to your breasts, and the man behind you groans at being puppeteered. “I kind of want to make you squirt again.”
“Please, Captain,” you gasp, “I’m so tired already.”
“I can make that go away.”
“No, just… I want to feel you,” you insist. “I didn’t envision a sex marathon tonight.”
“Right.” Wonwoo swallows the lump in his throat, gaze trailing up your body until he meets your eyes. “Another time.”
He lies on top of you, and your legs immediately wrap around his hips. You draw his lips to yours, and he kisses you desperately. The head of his cock prods your entrance, and you wiggle your hips, eager for him to stuff you properly.
Wonwoo adjusts, pushing himself inside of you while you both groan.
Mingyu’s hands continue on your breasts, and you can feel his racing heart behind you as he watches his friend begin to fuck you.
You tangle your fingers in Wonwoo’s hair, kissing him hard as he rails into you.
“You feel better than I could have imagined,” Wonwoo admits. “I don’t need to change a thing.”
What’s interesting is: Wonwoo is kind of a nerd.
He’s the ruler of this whole realm, but… he’s a nerd about it… sexually.
He’s so endearing, and it makes your body pulse with pleasure as he fucks you, his lips moving to your throat where he bites marks into you that won’t be there when you wake up.
One adjustment has your leg over Wonwoo’s shoulder, and he thrusts deep inside of you, making you cry out.
That’s when you notice Mingyu beginning to get hard again, and you struggle to grab his cock, stroking it to earn yourself a moan from your male backrest.
“Come here,” Wonwoo prompts, pulling you down slightly so your head is level with Mingyu’s length. “Now you can suck on it.”
You don’t even need Wonwoo’s power to prompt you to take Mingyu into your mouth, and you close your eyes, loving the feeling of pleasuring two men at once.
“This is insane,” Mingyu says under his breath, pinching your nipple and making you cry out around him.
“Trust me, it could be a lot crazier,” Wonwoo chuckles, his pace getting even quicker.
You don’t even want to think about the sexual fantasies Wonwoo could create for you to play a starring role in. You’re sure you’ll live them one night soon enough.
“I’m pretty close, baby-” Wonwoo begins, and you just know he’s going to ask if you want him to magically hold off from busting, so you pull off of Mingyu’s cock.
“Please fill me up,” you interject. “I need it.”
“Yeah?” Wonwoo stares down at you, eyes clouded with lust.
“Uh huh,” you nod, biting your lip as your toes curl with pleasure.
He watches you for a few seconds, motions unrelenting. “Okay, well…” He swallows thickly, chasing his orgasm. “I guess we can all cum one last time.”
Before you or Mingyu can cut him off, an unexpected orgasm surges through you, making you cry out.
“Fucking fuck!” Mingyu gasps, his cock exploding next to you and coating his chest with spunk.
Wonwoo doesn’t miss a beat; he only grins as he pushes fully inside of you, painting your inner core with his seed. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, gasping as he rides out his long orgasm, stuffing you to the brim with cum while your core tries to swallow him up.
Wonwoo shivers, coming down slowly.
“That last group orgasm was uncalled for,” Mingyu muses, still trying to catch his breath.
“It was funny, though,” Wonwoo grins.
Who knew he had a comedic bone in his body?
“What now?” Mingyu asks.
“Now, we all go into the hot spring that I conjured just for this; I figured it’s aftercare or whatever.”
Aftercare or whatever.
“Come on,” Wonwoo declares, sitting up and grabbing you. He tugs you off of Mingyu, who is still struggling to recollect himself.
“What about all this cum? Won’t it pollute the water or something?” Mingyu asks, scrambling onto his knees.
“It’s just cum,” Wonwoo sighs. “And it’s not even real. Here.”
With one twitch of his fingers, all the fluid on Mingyu’s chest disappears, and you feel the cum that was dripping out of you suddenly vanish.
“It’s going to take a while to get used to this,” Mingyu groans, following you and Wonwoo to the hot spring in the corner of the room.
Wonwoo slowly lowers you into the warm water, and both men join you with sighs of pleasure. “It’s fun to use my power this way,” Wonwoo admits. “I never thought about using it to fuck the shit out of people.”
You laugh and shake your head.
Quiet vice-captain Wonwoo, a sexual tyrant in his own dream world- who would have thought?
“You both had fun though?” Wonwoo asks.
“It was amazing,” you admit, turning your gaze to Mingyu.
“Yeah, it was pretty good,” Mingyu says, shaking his head, “but the next time you make me cum with your powers, I’m giving you a blood stiffy while we’re at a Captain meeting with Seungcheol.”
“Noted,” Wonwoo nods with a grin. “So next time…”
“Next time, surprise me; I don’t want to be part of the planning process,” you interject.
“Are you sure?” Mingyu blinks at you.
“Yes. I have to focus on the real world when I’m awake; if I spend too much time thinking of sexual scenarios to act out here, my training will suffer.”
“Spoken like a true recruit,” Wonwoo nods. “You’re cute.”
“I have some ideas,” Mingyu admits.
Wonwoo grins. “Like getting her dinner?”
“Yes!” Mingyu glares. “But other things too.”
You drown out their bickering, and your mind drifts to the thread that ties you all together. Now you know why fate brought you to these men, and you know you were right to trust your intuition.
You’re not sure where things go from here, but you know that as long as the thread of fate connects the three of you, everything will turn out the way it should, sexual dream magic and all.
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In Wonwoo’s dream realm, the only limit is your own imagination, and with three extremely horny adults who all have different kinks they want to play out, you never get bored.
You’ve lived what feels like a thousand different lifetimes in your dreams with Wonwoo and Mingyu, and leaning into roleplay has spiced up your life in a way you never could have even dreamed of on your own.
You’ve been a siren to two pirate captains who fuck you stupid in an underwater palace. You’ve embodied a priestess welcoming erotic worship from her most devout followers. You’ve played the part of squad captain disciplining her subordinates when you’ve wanted to explore being on the more dominant side of the exchange.
And now, you sit on the bed in Wonwoo’s marble palace, discussing what you want to explore tonight.
“I just think it would be fun if I was a werewolf,” Mingyu says for what feels like the fifth time.
Wonwoo sighs. “You do understand that I couldn’t just will your body to have werewolf traits; I’d have to physically command the base of your cock to swell so you can do your whole knotting kink thing when you cum.”
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for the love of GOD i need to know what each svt member is like when they're talking you through an orgasm-
seungcheol: “squeeze my hand, baby. that’s it, you can squeeze harder, it’s ok. i won’t break, i promise.”
jeonghan: “are you cumming? yeah? does it feel good, baby? talk to me.” meanwhile you’re cumming your brains out under him and can’t form a single word
joshua: “atta girl, so good for me. keep going… ride it out.”
jun: “kiss me, kiss me- fucking kiss me…” and then the rest is incoherent because he’s mumbling it into your mouth
soonyoung: “don’t stop, keep moving your hips… it’ll feel better that way, trust me. there you go.”
wonwoo: “aw, are those tears? just cumming so fucking hard, yeah? crying because it’s sooo much but still bouncing on my cock because it feels too good? i know, baby, i know. let it out.”
jihoon: i imagine y’all in a position where you’re afraid to fall so you’re holding back but jihoon is so strong that he’s all like “i’ve got you. it’s alright, just relax. let it wash over you.”
seokmin: “god damn it, you feel so good. fuck, how is that even possible? you’re gonna make me cum, baby, just- yeah don’t stop cumming.”
mingyu: “good girl, making such a mess on my cock. wanna make a mess on my face next? yeah? you can once we’re done here.”
minghao: “go ahead, love. yeah cum for me… that’s it. so obedient for me, cumming when i tell you to. aren’t i lucky?”
seungkwan: “you look so fucking pretty like this, baby. wish i could make you cum a hundred times just to see your face when you do.”
vernon: “yeah, grind like that… if you, oh fuck me are you cumming? warn a guy next time, would you? fuck… i’m cumming too, baby—”
chan: “remember to breathe, baby. stay with me, okay? can’t have you passing out on me just yet. deep breaths… c’mon, just until the aftershocks pass.”
the thought of wonwoo rubbing his clothed cock on your face n degrading you OH MY GOD
“you want it that bad, huh?”
you nod, eager but a little embarrassed.
“look at me.”
you force yourself to meet his eyes, hesitantly lifting your head until you can see him grinning down at you.
“good girl.”
the smile doesn’t reach his eyes, not in the way it usually does, at least. there’s something else there, something else behind those frames of his glasses that he’s holding on to…
“open your mouth, baby.”
your lips part in surprise, but that’s not really what he meant— he slips a thumb in between them and presses down on your tongue to force your mouth open wider, chuckling when you blink up at him in confusion.
“i thought you wanted to suck me off?” he teases. “look so pretty for me on your knees and everything.”
“i do! i do want to-”
“then what is it?”
“you’re n-not, you’re not naked…” you trail off.
“i know.”
“but then… how am i supposed to…”
“just open your mouth for me, i’ll show you.”
you do as you’re told, still confused until wonwoo pushes his bulge against your cheek. you can feel him through his sweatpants, hot and hard and twitching and just thinking about having him in your mouth makes you start to salivate.
he drags his cock across your face until the head of it’s pressed to your lips.
“come on, baby, you can do it.”
you whimper in frustration but you know better than to argue with your boyfriend when he gets like this so you stick your tongue out and lick him over his pants anyway, sucking at the tip until a little wet spot forms on the front of them.
wonwoo groans and puts a hand on the back of your head, encouraging you to keep going. his grip is firm, secure, and he moves his fingers in a way that tickles your hair and makes you moan around him.
it isn’t long before you can taste precum starting to seep through the fabric. you whine again. you want to taste it for real but he’s depriving you of that too.
“don’t worry, i won’t cum,” he assures you, as if he can read your mind. he doesn’t even need to read your mind, though, the disappointment is written all over your face. “i’m not that mean. if you’re good i’ll let you swallow it. and if you’re really good, maybe i’ll fill you up.”
your body’s writhing from the orgasm, the vibrator is still resting right on top of your stomach, just barely above the place you want it the most. the small vibrations help you ride your high. your whimpers fill the room. you can’t help but buck against the pressure.
“look at her. pathetic,” seungcheol spits toward the camera.
you want to whine, but you know it might lead to another round of edging. you desperately don’t want that right now.
“you want more? such a greedy, greedy girl…” he adds.
his voice affects you more than you realise. his hand raises to hit your pussy, and you can hear it — how wet it is. it’s obscene. in the far corner, you can hear the sound of tips coming in. the blinking red light reminds you where you are.
you helplessly try to grind into his hand, but as quickly as you do, seungcheol replaces it with the vibrator, set on high. your thighs immediately try to close, attempting to block out the intense pressure. his hands are rough as he keeps them apart, even angling the vibrator back onto your clit.
“you like that, right? if you wanna be greedy, i’ll give you what you want,” seungcheol spits.
your pussy is on full display for the camera. he notices the signs even before you do — the way your fingers curl against the sheets, pulling at them, the way your whiny whimpers fade into silent gasps.
seungcheol knows he’s got you. as his eyes meet yours, his eyebrows lift slightly, making that expression that makes you swoon. your eyes are watery as you try so hard to be a good girl and wait for his command, desperate and on the edge.
“cum,” he whispers.
and you do. god, you do. after the previous orgasms, this one is the strongest. your eyes roll back into skull. you don’t even feel the liquid gushing out of you; your body is buzzing. you feel seungcheol’s steady grip on your shaking thighs.
“so, so pretty,” seungcheol praises, sweet as ever.
slowly calming you down with soft touches and sweet nothings in your ear.
“that’s all for today, darlings. hope you enjoyed,” he turns back to the camera, ending the stream.
that’s your cue. you rush to pick up your clothes from the floor, quickly getting dressed despite the soreness in your legs.
“i’ve gotta go. see you, seungcheol,” you run off quickly.
seungcheol sighs as his hands busy themselves with the camera. this was supposed to be a contractual agreement — you and him, a few hours on cam for his regular bdsm livestream. he has tried other partners, but they’ve never given the same satisfaction as you. your reactions and sounds are right up his alley, and most of all, your openness to everything.
you have given him total control over almost everything. every kink and fantasy he had, you embraced with open arms. you were everything he wanted in a partner for this. but lately, you’ve been running out the door every chance you get.
the memory of your fucked-out expression is still clear and vivid in his mind, but your figure has already left — nothing to touch or feel anymore. aftercare is just an afterthought for you. no cuddle sessions, nothing. frustration piles up in seungcheol’s heart and mind; his annoyance is clear.
next time, he’ll keep you here.
the next time comes soon enough. your hands are locked behind you with red furry handcuffs, your eyes covered by a soft red ribbon — the vision of a perfect submissive. your whimpers are still loud for the camera, and especially for seungcheol.
“d-daddy,” your whiny voice calls out to him.
the sound enters seungcheol’s ears and goes straight to his cock. no other sub compares to you.
“isn’t she cute, darlings?” he taunts, speaking into the camera.
“i’m gonna keep her like this for a long time,” you can hear the smirk in his voice. all it does is make you wetter.
seungcheol enjoys it too much. his fingers pinch your clit, earning even louder whining from you. pleasure fills you entirely when he shoves his fingers into your pussy without warning. a silent moan falls from your lips as you arch your back. his thrusts are relentless, overwhelming in every way, leaving you breathless.
he loves you like this — at his mercy, not running away. all the times you left the room without even a proper goodbye after he gave you the greatest pleasure of your life.
maybe the last rounds of edging, never made you learn your lesson.
maybe this time it will stick.
he keeps you on the edge for god knows how long. your body is too obedient to him, you’re not in control anymore. despite the fact that your clit is sore from being played with, then ignored. it’s your mind that’s being tested the most.
seungcheol only smiles when he realised he’s had enough. you’re pathetic thrusting in the air where his hands were, was enough for him. he kept you there for two hours.
if you could see, the glint in his eyes through that red band, you would realise that you’ve dealt with the devil.
but in a blink of an eye, his hot breath in your ear suddenly feels like an angel’s call. a piece of heaven.
“cum, baby,”
his words are the last thing you truly hear before the overwhelming high crashes down on you. your body is writhing in pure pleasure. seungcheol fingers don’t stop, his constant rubbing aids you in coming down from that high.
“so so good,” he praises. you preen.
you hear how he’s stepping away from you, to head to the camera. you also then hear his soft goodbye and the click, signifying the end of the session. so the next reasonable thing for you to do, is wait for him to release you from your bounds.
but it doesn’t come.
you only hear his footsteps circling the bed. he doesn’t feel far but doesn’t feel near enough. like he is the predator circling his prey. you’re at a loss. you don’t know what to do, you’re still a little floaty from the orgasm.
you call out.
“seungcheol,” your soft voice echoes through the room.
“not my name, baby,”
he all but growls. his voice alone, sends trembles through your body.
he isn’t done with you.
well, not yet.
a/n: thoughts? tell me if u want a full fic, i have a lot of ideas for these two.
synopsis: the one where your bestie proves you wrong.
pairing: haechan x fem!reader
genre: smut. fluff. crack. slice of life. besties to lovers? haechan's profession not specified. you can picture him as an idol or not. up to you :)
word count: 8.2k+
warnings: both horny af. haechan is my dream man in this im sorry. he's tryna stay cool but fails miserably. oc wants him but doesn't know it. they're both acting nonchalant but couldn't be more CHALANT. oral (fem!receiving). big phat dick!hae (what's new). smooching. pnv. they fuck on his sofa. unprotected sex (pooja what is this behaviour!). spit. light choking. creampie. cum eating. he literally feeds her his cum hahah im ok. dirty talk. slight degradation. use of the word 'slut' (i love him). oc smokes a cig bc she's had a rough night. mentions of fake orgasms. confusion. this is mostly FILTH.
cookie's note: hi there. not entirely sure what this is, but it's been sitting in my drafts since last year, so here you go! maybe i'll write for these two again in the future, i haven't decided yet. in the meantime, i do hope that this soothes even just a tiny bit of the sadness that's been flowing around ncity the past few days. for all my sad but always horny neo queens!
alabyuuu,
cookie ♡
masterlist | ko-fi
People say ‘don’t shit where you eat' for a reason.
You knew going to a work do where free alcohol was served with your ex-situationship lurking was not a smart idea. You knew it. But you also refused to back down and disrupt your plans because of a narcissist who is known for not being able to handle his alcohol.
It was all fun and games at the start of the night, but the more drinks he kept having, the more his petty comments kept coming your way.
“Remember when you used to be fun?”
“Why so uptight? Did someone hurt you?”
And so, you caved. You called the only person you knew could save you no matter what.
“Hey, what you up to?” You hold the phone between your shoulder and ear while rummaging through your bag for a lighter. The situation definitely demands a smoke. If you could find the stupid pink lighter you once stole off Haechan.
The cars are loud on the main road outside the venue your company had booked for the evening, but you can still hear the faint clicking of his keyboard through the speaker. He is definitely in the middle of a gaming session.
“Already gave up?” He says with a little amused laugh. You can almost picture the smug smirk on your friend’s face.
“It's either that or I get violent.” You snarl in the cold of the night, the lighter still nowhere to be found. "It's been what, an hour? And the man's already five drinks in."
“Yikes. You made him turn to alcohol. Poor fella.” He pretends pity, but you know he’s always hated the guy.
“Not my fault he can’t take the truth.”
“Eh, yeah, he’s a dick, but you also did tell him you faked all your orgasms.” He snorts. “Surprised he hasn't already killed himself.”
“Aha!” You shout a little too excitedly for having just found a lighter.
“You good?” He asks curiously, keyboard clicking coming to a halt.
“Yeah, sorry, just found my lighter.”
“You mean my lighter.” He deadpans. “I knew it was you.”
You stifle a giggle at his whining. “Who else could it have been?”
He scoffs. “I have other friends.”
“Mm,” You hum as you light the cigarette and take the first nerve-calming drag. You exhale in relief before continuing, “You only chat to them on Overwatch nowadays.”
“Be thankful I'm actually spending time with you on my days off,” He grumbles.
“You're so right. I am an ungrateful piece of shit. Will you ever forgive me.” You respond in the most indifferent tone you can muster.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever - when’s your bus?” He asks, totally unfazed by your sassy comeback.
“Like five minutes?” You glance at the schedule board. The bus to Haechan’s place shows 5’, while the one that takes you home shows 7’. “I could always go home. Don’t wanna keep you up.”
“It’s 8 p.m. on a Friday night.” He brushes off your hesitation, clearly having already decided for you. “I’ve got food covered, just bring some soju.”
You're glad he can't see the satisfied grin that takes over your face.
He somehow always manages to say endearing things with a tone that could make him come across as cold to someone who isn't familiar with his mannerisms. It's easy for you to notice the always present but underlying softness, though.
You absentmindedly keep flicking the cigarette even though there's no ash left at the tip. “Alright, say less.”
“And none of that peach-flavoured shit you like,” He adds. “It's too sweet.”
“You'll drink what I pay for.”
You end up getting two peach and two original-flavoured bottles anyway.
⟡
“The fuck is he so bitter for?” Haechan slumps down next to you on his spacious sofa after getting rid of the empty take out boxes, making you bounce a little. “I swear it wasn’t that serious?”
“It wasn’t!” You exclaim in annoyance, kicking your feet from where you’re lying across the sofa, head heavy against the armrest. Your eyes feel a little droopy from the lovely meal you've just had and the amount of alcohol you’ve consumed tonight — not enough to get you drunk, just enough to give your body a pleasant buzz.
“Maybe he really liked you.” Haechan points out and you can’t help but raise your head a little to throw him a ‘be serious’ look. He snorts. “What?”
The cotton of his sweatpants feels soft against your toes, and you subconsciously wiggle them between his thigh and the sofa as you relax against the soft cushions. “That man hated me. He just liked my pu—“
“Yah,” He cuts you off, still chuckling in disbelief at your non-existent filter. “How can you be so unhinged when you drink?”
Your eyes are shut but you giggle along, always enjoying making him a little uncomfortable. It’s a rare occurrence.
“Speaking of…” He trails, clearly in thought about something.
“Of what? My genitals?” Your attempt to mock him earns you a sharp pinch on the fleshy bit of your calf. "Ah! Okay okay okay, I'm sorry." You squeal in pain until he retrieves his fingers.
“Weirdo.” He mumbles disapprovingly, making you let out a not-so-charming snort that may or may not resemble a laugh. You can picture the offended expression on his face. The pout his heart-shaped lips always form when he's annoyed is too adorable to forget.
“You were saying...?” You prod with a gentle voice this time, wiggling your toes again, your hands folded on your tummy as you keep your eyes closed.
“Did you actually fake it every single time?” He shuffles a little further down the sofa, his sweats dragging against your toes as he gets more comfy and now you’re pretty sure your right foot is now stuck under his ass.
“Every. Single. Timeeeee.” You drag the word with a dramatic groan.
“Jeez. Poor guy.” Haechan exhales in wonderment. “Was his peepee like, really small or...?”
“Pfff.” You blow out a snicker. “It wasn’t that much of a size issue. It was more…I dunno, just lack of technique, I guess?”
“Hm.” Haechan hums in thought. “What about when he’d go down on you?”
You’re no stranger to having these types of conversations with Haechan. You’ve been friends long enough to feel comfortable discussing your sex lives to an extent. You’re both sexually active adults, it's no secret, but for some reason, in this specific moment, it feels a little too intimate. Maybe it’s the quiet of his apartment, with the tv being muted and all. Or maybe it’s the alcohol in your system.
“That’s never really worked for me, you know.” You admit quickly, without really elaborating.
There’s a small pause from his side, which makes you move your bent knees to the side a little so you can check your friend’s expression. He seems confused.
“Like ever?” His eyebrows furrow a little before smoothing down again. “With anyone?”
You shake your head with a little pout, containing your laugh. It’s kind of funny how concerned he looks, even though it has nothing to do with him.
“Well, if it means anything, on behalf of the entire male population, I do apologise.” He puts his hands together and closes his eyes, as though begging for your forgiveness.
You stifle a laugh and lightly kick his thigh. “Pretty sure there’s much more pressing matters the male population should feel sorry for.”
“Touché.” He smiles awkwardly at your observation.
“Also, I hate to break it to you, but…” You move your feet from underneath his leg and place them on his lap. His hand casually squeezes one ankle, the touch comforting over your trousers. “Surely, you know most of your partners have faked it at least once.”
He scoffs playfully. “Yeah, probably in uni, when I was constantly fucking around, but definitely not in the last couple years.”
“Delusion at its finest.”
His eyes roll sarcastically. “I’m very aware of my oral skills, don’t you worry about me.”
You breathe out an amused laugh at his frown. “Right right right, my bad.”
“I could always prove it.”
Your laughter is louder this time. “What? You gonna invite a girl over and make me watch?”
“I mean…sure, if you’re into that,” He smirks, hand around your ankle tightening slightly. “Not really what I meant though.”
Now, that sparks some interest in you.
“You offering me head or something?” You maintain the playfulness in your tone, but you’re very aware of the heat creeping up on your face at what he's insinuating.
He just shrugs, like it’s nothing out of the ordinary. “You get an orgasm; I get to prove you wrong.”
“You must really love proving me wrong.” You’re positive of your blush showing now, his amused grin enough proof as he inspects your face.
He shrugs again. He’s too calm for this situation. “Won’t be a chore, I’m sure.”
“Ey, quit pulling my leg.” You warn in disbelief. There's no way this isn't one of his tricks.
He scoffs with a lopsided grin, tongue poking against his cheek. “I'm not pulling anything.”
“You'd seriously go down on me just to prove a point?” Your eyeballs feel like they're about to pop out of your head.
“Last chance. Take it or leave it.” He says monotonously, like it's some kind of auction.
This whole situation is absurd. But what's even more absurd is that you panic at the thought of missing the chance of your friend eating you out. You must be experiencing a simulation. That's the only credible explanation.
You purse your lips in thought. Why can't you bring yourself to say no? “What if you actually fail?”
“I won’t.”
“You might.” You press again.
He exhales an exasperated laugh. “Then, I dunno. You get something to use against me.”
You certainly like the sound of that. “I could always fake it. I’m good at that.”
“I’ll know if you do.” He raises an eyebrow in warning, expression more serious than you’re used to. “So, best not.”
You swallow a little too audibly, too aware of his touch on your leg now. It’s when your gaze drops to his lips that you really do come to a decision.
“Alright.” You agree, as nonchalantly as possible. “No weird shit, though.”
He snorts a laugh as he sits up a little and you scoot back to rest on your elbows. “What exactly classifies as weird shit?”
“I don’t know...” You look around as though you’ll find an answer in his living room. You know it's just a way to avoid his eyes. “Just don’t make it weird.”
“I won’t.” He raises his hands in defence.
“Good.”
He stares at you for a few moments, and it’s already fucking weird. “Wanna stay here or go to the bedroom?”
Oh god. This is actually happening.
“Here.” You decide quickly. “Bedroom’s a bit too serious.”
He nods in approval. “Fair.”
You nod back, but really knowing what else to do.
“Alright, let’s see your granny panties then.”
“See, that’s fucking weird! I knew you'd—“
“Okay okay,” He cackles loudly at your expense, catching the cushion you attempt to smack into his face. “I’m sorry, I’ll behave.”
You glare at him, not really believing a word that comes out of his stupidly pretty mouth. You know him too well.
“Would you kindly take your trousers off or shall I do it?” He asks carefully this time, sounding too genuine, eyelashes batting dramatically. You know it's all an act.
You don’t choose words this time. Instead, you lie back down and unbutton your trousers, but before you can start removing them, Haechan stops you with his hands on yours.
“Wait.” His slightly worried expression makes your heart drop. Did he just trick you into agreeing so he could take it back? What sick, twisted motherf— “You actually wanna do this, right?”
You barely register your smile. Him making sure to get your repeated consent shouldn’t feel so endearing. “I’ve already said yes, Hyuck.”
“No, you said ‘alright’.” He mimics your voice playfully, making your smile widen. “Not the same.”
“My bad.” You get comfortable again, your hands resuming their actions as you start pushing your pants down, hips raising a little, and when the piece of clothing hits the floor, you speak again, smile still intact. “Yes, I want to.”
His eyes don’t even flicker down to your bottom half. They stay on your face. Even when your legs spread to accommodate him as he shuffles closer, he doesn’t allow himself to look below your waist.
He doesn’t come across as embarrassed, or awkward. He’s just… calm. His breathing stable compared to yours, his hands steady on your knees, no tremble detected, his blinking slow, eyes moving unhurriedly over your squirming body. He’s too fucking normal about this.
And you’re already turned on. And embarrassed. And so not calm.
“Cute.” His endearing remark breaks the silence when he finally eyes your underwear, his thumb delicately tracing the baby blue bow in the centre of the waistline. You’re glad you chose black lace instead of anything else that could betray your wetness.
You can feel it leaking. It’s uncomfortable and very unsettling. A reminder of the absurdity you've found yourself in on this random Friday evening.
He's one of your favourite people. Your best guy friend. And he’s got your pussy dripping and your heart skipping more beats than it should.
And he hasn’t even touched you properly yet.
His hands settle on your inner thighs, spreading your legs as far as they’ll go, and when he brings his face closer to where you need him, you have to close your eyes for a few moments. Just to anchor yourself a little.
“Are you uncomfortable?” He asks softly, his warm breath hitting your tummy.
You look down to find that his concerned eyes are already inspecting your face. “No. It’s just weird. It’s you.”
“Exactly.” He reaffirms with a cheeky grin. “It's just me.”
You take a deep breath before exhaling slowly. “I’m good. I promise.”
“Good.” He presses a tiny peck just above the bow of your panties, where your blouse has ridden up and left the skin uncovered. His nose tickles you slightly. “Just sit there and look pretty.”
You accidentally let out a giggle at his gentle demeanour, not really familiar with this side of him. He’s always playful with you, sure, just not this soft. As touchy as Haechan can be, it’s always clumsy and chaotic. He’ll hug you here and there or put an arm around your shoulders to offer needed comfort, he'll pat you on the back, ruffle your hair just to annoy you, but he's never lingered. Never crossed any lines. Never done or said anything to make you question your friendship.
Until now.
He rearranges his position a little, until he’s leaning comfortably on his elbows, face directly above your heat, arms loosely wrapped around your thighs, hands stroking up and down the skin. He's being gentle. Attentive.
It's annoying how you can't look away. How could you? When he looks so good between your legs. So, you just watch.
He starts with a kiss on your left inner thigh, then another one on your right one, where he keeps descending, each smooch wetter than the previous one until he’s reached the edge of your soaked underwear.
He makes brief eye contact when his tongue dips out to lick the crease that connects your thigh and mound, making your breath hitch. He does the same on the other side, and then resumes the kisses, covering your skin in dewy patches.
It’s his heavy breaths that affect you the most. Simply because they betray that he's not as unaffected as he seems.
You don’t rush him. Don’t beg him. Don’t let yourself make too many sounds other than some shaky breaths here and there when his teeth nip at your skin. You hold back as best as you can. Even when the pulse of your clit becomes almost unbearable. Even when the slick that drips out of you is too difficult to ignore. Even when you’re dying to grab onto his hair and shove his face into your pussy. You just force your hands to grab onto the cushions that support your head.
Your composure eventually breaks when he lands a lingering kiss just above your covered clit. A barely audible whimper fills the quiet of his apartment. You know he’s heard it when his hold on your thighs tightens, pretty hands flexing, fingers digging in the flesh, the cool sensation of his rings soothing you. You can’t help but smile to yourself at the acknowledging gesture. At the way he tries to ground you.
His lips part wider this time, tongue poking out, gently massaging your clit over the ruined lace, the moist warmth seeping through the fabric, teasing you like you’ve never been teased before.
“Hyuck.” The nickname comes out whiny, almost broken.
He hums in response, the vibration going straight through your sensitive bud, pulling an accidental moan out of you. His tongue slips down to your entrance and that’s when he makes a sound for the first time tonight. It’s very obvious he’s felt the arousal that’s probably spilling from the sides of your sticky panties.
“You taste good.” He whispers, more to himself it seems, his eyes glued to the mess between your legs as he bites down on his lower lip. “Can I take these off?”
You blink down at him, his pleading tone causing your pussy to flutter around nothing, and his wide, boba eyes - full of hope - cause your stomach to do a flip. You can’t do anything other than nod dumbly.
He moves swiftly; his fingers already slipping into the sides of your panties as he sits up to make more room, your hips lift in response and in no time the garment is somewhere on his floor. Haechan doesn’t give you much time to feel exposed. He gets to work quickly. Eager hands grab onto your hips and effortlessly drag you closer to his face, prying your legs wide open, nails digging into the backs of your thighs as his eyes drink in the filthy sight of your slicked up centre.
Your brain malfunctions when you hear a not-so-subtle inhale.
Did he just...smell you?
You hands move on their own, clinging onto his hair, pushing him down, while your hips lift just a tiny bit, and before he can protest, his nose bumps into your swollen bud.
He doesn’t seem to mind that you’ve practically shoved his face into your folds. His tongue makes contact immediately, licking from your entrance to your clit, lightly at first, the tip of it barely making contact, almost tickling you. Then he repeats the action, a little bolder each time, edging you.
A wide swipe of the pink muscle against the whole expanse of your throbbing pussy sends a shock through your system. And when his tongue swirls around your swollen bud, you let your head fall back and your eyes close in bliss. “Holy shit, you are good at this.”
You’re awfully aware of the sigh that slips out of you, but at this point you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Decorum is the least of your worries when your best friend of three years has his face buried in your most private parts.
Awareness flies out of the window too when Haechan’s full lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently before his tongue joins with languid strokes. You can’t tell how loud you’re being, all you can focus on is the pleasure and the wet slurping sounds he’s making.
“Told you.” He mumbles mid lap and before you can think of a smart comeback, his tongue briefly sneaks down to your entrance, collecting more of your arousal before travelling back up to flick gently. Your hips unintentionally buck into his face, searching for more friction.
He’s clearly teasing you. Toying with you. Trying to make a point. Greedy asshole.
“Fuck!” You exclaim in surprise when his thumbs spread your pussy lips, isolating your clit and lifting the hood so that his mouth can suck harder than before. Your back arches, the direct contact with the nerve endings making your legs shake involuntarily. Your fingers curl in his strands in despair and your eyes roll back when he doesn’t let up. His harsh flicks come in up and down motions, before turning into long, persistent swirls and then repeat. “Hah—wait—fuck, I’m—”
“Shut up and cum.” He rasps harshly, his voice alone making you clench around emptiness.
You feel his spit combined with your juices trickling down to your ass, possibly staining his sofa too. You’re so close you can taste it. Your pussy throbs from the sensitivity, thighs shake uncontrollably, the backs of your knees where your legs are bent drip in sweat, your lungs are struggling to keep up, the coil in your tummy so close to bursting.
It's nothing close to what you had in mind. He's making you look like a fool for ever doubting his skills. You find yourself feeling irrationally jealous of all the women that have experienced this when you'd been having to act and scream out fake moans.
He suddenly pulls back a little, and your head instantly shoots up at the loss. Your eyes meet his hooded ones, the lower half of his face covered in you, and as if the sight wasn’t already scandalous, the thick string of saliva that dribbles out of his mouth and directly onto your clit, completes the piece of art of whatever the fuck this is.
“Jesus.” You huff when you let your head loll back down, and then his tongue is on you again, flicking faster and harsher than before, hitting a spot on one side of your clit that makes stars appear behind your eyelids. “Fuck, right there.”
You hold his head exactly where you need him, and he obliges without a word. The assault of his mouth combined with his hand blindly reaching up to give your boob a light squeeze, make your whole body lock up for a moment before shakes of intense pleasure take over you. The broken whine that escapes your throat, barely registers as you cum hard on his tongue. You don’t even realise that your trembling hand engulfs the one he's got on your breast, interlocking your fingers with his while trying not to drown in the abyss of the high.
It’s impossible. Not when he keeps licking and sucking, completely unbothered, moaning like he’s experiencing this as intensely as you are, gripping onto your thigh and fingers like he’ll lose his mind if he doesn’t offer every bit of pleasure he can.
He lets you ride it out quite literally on his face. Doesn’t stop you from grinding on his nose and tongue. He happily stays there as you use him until you’ve had enough. And even when you can't take more, he still doesn’t stop. He slowly drags his tongue between your folds before he lets it dip into your leaking hole. As far as it can go. Tasting your release from the source. And when his arm curls around your thigh, fingers coming to touch you from above, rubbing harsh circles on your clit, you have to get away. Before you lose your fucking mind.
Simply asking him to stop does cross your mind for half a second, but for some reason you go with what should feel forbidden. You grab onto the collar of his top, your other hand already curling around the back of his neck, pulling him up until his face is directly above yours, and before he can question your actions, you’re claiming his mouth with yours.
No testing the waters, no permission asked. Just parted lips against parted lips, your tongue shoving past them, tasting your own arousal. You feel him go rigid for a few seconds, and you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t stutter with worry at the thought of scaring him away. At the thought of crossing a boundary. But then you feel his body melt into yours and his soft lips start responding, matching your eagerness, jaw slackening to let your tongue tangle with his.
It’s kind of gross. Saliva mixed with your essence drips from the corner of your mouth. It’s messy. Lazy. But it feels nice. And oddly sweet. And warm. And you hate that fresh heat blooms in your belly just from a kiss.
His hand coming to cup your chin possessively does something to you. His fingers lightly squish your cheeks before they trail up, palm engulfing your jaw, tilting your head a little so he can deepen the kiss with a satisfied hum. Such a simple gesture, but it sends tingles down your spine, makes your breath hitch and your hips stutter with newfound want. His thumb tracing your cheek reminds you that he’s still in control of the situation.
That he really did prove you wrong.
But you're not annoyed. If anything, it turns you on even more. As twisted as it may sound. The thought of your best friend sticking the very same tongue he made you cum with down your throat, should make your skin crawl. Instead, it makes you want more.
“Fuck.” He exhales in your mouth, pulling back just enough to take a look at you with slightly widened eyes, pupils blown out. A thin string of saliva connects you for a second before you lick your lips, breaking the bond.
All you keep thinking is 'has he always been this pretty?'. Rosy cheeks, swollen pink lips, nose and chin still glistening with your slick, making more of it gush from your sensitive heat.
“I need to cum or I might go fucking nuts.” He complains with a frown, head dropping forward so he can peep between your bodies, and you can’t help but do the same.
You see it. The dark stain at the front of his grey sweats, the very prominent bulge of his erection brushing your stomach, barely touching you.
“Okay.” You mutter weakly, but then panic when he moves to get off you. You instinctively grab onto his t-shirt, pulling him back down, his erection now trapped between your lower halves. “Where are you going?”
His blinks quickly, surprise evident at your resistance. “Bathroom?”
“Why?”
He lets out a confused laugh. “I don’t know. I thought—
You shake your head at him, hips bucking slightly to meet his, a gentle grind, enough to help him get the message. “You don’t have to go.”
His lips part at the friction, eyebrows furrowing adorably, eyes fluttering closed as he allows his weight to sink back on you.
“Fuck.” He whispers, his forehead coming to rest on your shoulder when you grind a little harder this time. “You wanna watch me or something?”
“Whatever you want.” You mumble in his ear, hand burying in his hair to comfort him with gentle strokes. You hope he catches on the hidden meaning behind your words.
“That’s a little misleading.” He lifts his head to meet your eyes again. “I could want things you might not.”
“I doubt that.” You say, a restrained smile tugging at your lips. “Unless you wanna put it in my ass.”
His light chuckle evokes relief in your tense muscles. “Ass is where you draw the line?”
“Sorry.” You smirk teasingly, letting your free hand slip under the hem of his top, fingertips caressing along his spine. You bite back a smile at the little shiver that visibly runs through him.
His amused smile and wondering eyes make you feel flustered. Your cheeks burn and you pulse quickens, but you try to remain calm.
“S’okay, not what I want right now anyway.” He lets his hips press flush against yours, completely unashamed of showing off how turned on he is.
“You’re good then.” You sneak a hand around his nape to pull him down for another kiss, but he resists this time.
He giggles at your confused expression. “Cute.”
You pout angrily in response, earning another playful laugh from him.
“So, like, just so we're crystal clear,” He leans closer, nose nuzzling yours as he cages your head with his arms. “What you're implying is that if I said I wanted to have sex with you...you'd want that too.”
You daringly stare into his eyes when you reach between your bodies and give him a teasing squeeze through his layers.
The stuttering gasp he lets out is hard to miss. “That's not an answer.”
“Then learn to take a hint.” You press harder, reveling in the cute whine that slips out of him.
He finally gives up and closes the small gap, kissing you again, with more urgency this time, his tongue sneaking in your mouth while you slowly stroke him through his sweats.
He’s bigger than you expected. Not too long, but thick enough for the stretch to sting at first. You can almost feel it in your walls as they pulse around nothing, desperately needing to be filled.
It feels like torture.
You’re about to complain when you feel him shift his weight a little, your arms quickly coming to wrap around his neck, preventing him from interrupting the kiss.
You realise his bottoms are out of the way when his heavy cock slaps against your stomach. In any other occasion you’d feel embarrassed at the way your hips wiggle, seeking for relief and the whimper your let out against his lips.
He doesn’t try to shame you or tease you, like the Haechan you know would. He simply responds with a shaky exhale and a slow roll of his hips before kissing you harder, deeper, messier. He keeps devouring your lips even when the velvety head of his cock prods at your entrance, separating your folds with a little squelch. His tongue slides against yours smoothly as he breaches past your tight opening, just the tip going in, testing the waters. He moans when you let your legs spread wider for him, silently inviting him in your soaked heat.
Your mouth hangs open, eyes squeezing shut when he’s suddenly pushed halfway in, the burn intense but still somehow laced with pleasure, making your body tremble a little and your fingers curl into his shoulder blades, nails catching onto the soft cotton of his shirt.
“Does it hurt?” He checks in a whisper, hips halting when he meets resistance, your pussy tightening when it all becomes too much. He's too big for you to just take in one go.
“Stings a little.” You nod, eyes still closed even when you feel him staring at you.
“I'll go slow,” He lands a wet smooch on your cheek, earning a giddy smile from you. “Just relax for me.”
“M’trying.” You whine pathetically. “Why’s your dick so fat? What the fuck?”
He breathes out a chuckle into your neck. “Why’s your pussy so tight? You a virgin or something?”
You can’t find it in you to play along anymore, especially when he pulls back out to the tip before sliding back in the same amount as before. He starts building a slow rhythm, thrusts shallow, only going halfway in. Until your walls start to gradually relax around him, allowing him to sink in a little deeper each time.
You both sigh in unison when his hips finally meet yours.
“Shit, that's too deep.” You gasp into his shoulder, arms hugging him closer as your trembling body seeks more of his warmth, trying to somehow subdue the mix of pain and pleasure.
He grinds upwards, rolling his hips in an angle that makes his cock graze a perfect spot along your snug walls. Your muscles still try to adjust to the thickness, but you welcome it nevertheless. He stays there for a little while, not moving while he scatters lazy kisses along your neck, clearly trying to help you loosen up. His fingers hook into the neckline of your blouse, dragging that side down the slope of your shoulder along with your bra strap, revealing more skin to cover in kisses.
“Can we take our clothes off?” He asks while he slowly drags his plush lips and eager tongue along your collarbone.
“Yes, please.” You nod a little too eagerly, jittery hands already sneaking under the sides of his t-shirt, helping him get rid of the annoying layer.
He sits up a little, length still sheathed in your leaking pussy as he quickly removes his top, revealing ravishing golden skin and lean muscle. His chest is a little more buff than you remember from your summer holidays, his biceps a tiny bit more prominent.
You could eat him up.
“Stop staring.” He gives you bashful smile, hands engulfing your hips, lifting your ass off the sofa just a little so he can spread his knees more and rest your thighs over his.
Your lips part in a quiet moan when you feel his cock move inside you, tickling that spot again. “Sorry, it’s all just a little...”
“Strange?” He completes your sentence for you.
You nod with a little airy laugh, earning another grin from him.
“Take this off for me?” He drags the hem of your top just below your ribs, and you quickly take action, fumbling with shaky hands to pull the thin office blouse over your head. “Bra too.”
Again, your hands move of their own accord, just following his instructions. You reach behind you, fingers pinching the clasp of the bra, unhooking it with a snap, allowing the lacy garment to loosen on your skin. You watch his expression as you peel the straps down your arms slowly, before flinging the lace somewhere across the floor.
You’re both completely naked now. The subtle throb of his stiff length inside you is a reminder of the situation you're in.
Your eyes remain on his face, while his drink in your nudity, roaming shamelessly, like you’re an intricate painting that needs studying. From your lips to your collarbones, to your tits - where they linger - over your stomach, then down to where you’re still connected.
“Pretty.” He mutters quietly, and it feels like the word isn’t even aimed at you, but at your pussy.
“Stop staring.” You throw his own words back at him, but his intense gaze sends a fresh flood of arousal out of your clenching heat anyway, drenching his cock in it too. You can't help but secretly love how he's ogling, eyes glazed with what could only be pure lust.
He blatantly ignores you. Just takes hold of your waist with one hand and plants the other one flat by your shoulder to support his weight. And then his hips start moving. Finally.
You grip onto the soft skin of his thighs as he drags his length out to the tip before slowly sinking back in. The wet sounds are humiliating and arousing at the same time, and you can’t help but involuntarily squeeze him in.
It seems that brings him out of the trance he's in, making him lose whatever was left of his patience. Without warning he pushes your legs up, squishing your knees against your tits. Giving you no time to react, he starts ramming into your dripping cunt, no care in the world. Completely opposite to his previously careful actions. No easing you in, no letting you adjust. Just vigorous, hard snaps of his hips, his balls slapping against your ass, creating obscene sounds combined with the slurps of your cunt around him.
You’re still somewhat in shock, trying to comprehend what he’s putting your body through, but when he slightly adjusts his angle and starts jamming directly into your g-spot, you let out a whiny shriek.
“Yeah? You like that?” He rasps, dark eyes finding yours, consuming your pleasure.
“Uhuh,” You moan out, your nails dig into his thigh muscles. “Please, keep going.”
“So needy.” He mocks, leaning over you and folding you in half, testing your flexibility as your legs hook over his shoulders. The penetration is too deep, too intense. Makes your legs shake so much you have to wrap your own arms around the backs of your thighs to minimise the tremble.
“Fuck you.” You scoff, the words laced arousal even though frustration boils in your chest.
He laughs. So mean but so sexy. “Always wondered what you'd sound like.”
“Shut up, you’re so gross.” You whine, your pussy squelching as it tightens again. He’s taunting you and getting a kick out of it. A sick sick man. A sick man who's got you dripping on his sofa. Because he's too fucking hot right now.
“And you’re kind of a slut.” He points out with a hard thrust, bulbous head hitting against your cervix, making your eyes roll back into their sockets,. “Begging me to fuck you like this.”
“Nggh f-fuck, Hyuck, don’t call me that.” You try your best to sound grossed out, but it only comes out as a weak plea.
“Awh, why? Like it a little too much?” More like loved it, but you know better that to ever admit that. “Yeah, you do. Look at you, fucking creaming.” He’s greedily staring between your legs, at how his cock is abusing your needy cunt. “Who knew you’d be so thirsty for dick, baby.” He blabbers aimlessly, sounding a little too far gone to care. “My cute little bestie is such a slut, hm?”
You have to bite your lip to prevent yourself from screaming. Your face and neck feel like they’re on fire, but your sensitive walls keep inviting him in regardless.
“Knew you’d be a fucking yapper.” You grit, hoping to piss him off.
“Mm.” He offers you a lazy smile instead. Like a dumb fucking idiot. “You know me so well.”
Your pussy flutters at that, and strangely, so does your heart.
He keeps fucking into you at the same pace. Not too fast, but hard enough for your ass to ache from the slaps of his hips. You want him closer.
“My leg’s cramping.” You lie mindlessly.
You’re not sure if he sees right through you, but he slips your legs off his shoulders anyway, letting them loosely settle around his hips, and you seize the opportunity to pull him closer, a hand grabbing onto the back of his neck.
He groans lowly at the forced proximity. “Shit.”
“Faster.” You demand, hands tugging at his hair as he buries his face in your neck. He doesn’t say a word, just does as told. Fucks you faster and a little harder than before, cock barely pulling out before jamming back in, creating a delicious vibration against your clit and front wall. “Oh, my god, yes.”
“So good, baby.” He whispers raggedly in your ear, the pet name causing goosebumps to raise on your sweaty skin and turbulence in your chest. “So warm and slippery.”
A particularly sharp thrust makes you cry out, your legs closing in on his hips, preventing him from moving for a second, before he shoves them open again.
“Just take it.” He grunts, hips resuming their assault as his teeth graze your jaw before trapping your earlobe between them. “You asked for this, didn't you?”
“Fuck, please.” You whimper out pitifully, not entirely sure what you’re begging for at this point. Your focus is interchanging between the way his chest rubs against yours, stimulating your aching nipples, and his fat cock stretching your cunt like it's carving out its shape in you, as though he's trying to ruin you for anyone else.
A hand buries in your hair, pulling hard enough to make you gasp, your head lolling back, giving him enough space to lap the sweat off your neck, lustful, angry kisses littering the sensitive skin.
It's too much. Too dizzying. And so fucking good.
You’re so close. Right on the edge. You just need something to push you over. Something you’re too shy to ask for.
You let your fingers wrap around his wrist instead, guiding his hand to your neck. It lies there limply for a second, just at the base of your throat, and then he lifts his head a little, forehead resting against your temple, nose nuzzling your cheek. Once again, your wish is his command. His palm engulfs your throat, fingers applying the perfect pressure on your pulse points. So perfect that your eyes roll back and your hips stutter, while his don't falter even a little, maintaining their intense rhythm.
“Hyuckie,” You whisper the loving nickname weakly, too lost in the daze, not able to care about how vulnerable you sound. You need him to know how fucked up he's got you. “Can I cum? Please?”
“Fuck, you're so cute.” Haechan whines, the tenderness in his voice contrasting his demanding thrusts. “It’s okay, baby, Huyckie's got you.”
His sweet, reassuring words combined with every single of your nerve endings being stimulated to the max, send you into an all-consuming climax. Just a couple more thrusts and your pussy squeezes him so tight, kneads his shaft in rhythmic pulses, to the point you’re worried you might actually push him out, but you’re so thankful he doesn’t let up.
His hips smack into yours harder, faster, prolonging your orgasm for as long as he can. Your muscles spasm from the aftershocks, hands grabbing onto his back, legs quivering around his waist. And just when you’re floating in bliss - body and mind feeling light and fuzzy - you utter something that would have shocked you, weren't you in this delirious state.
“Hyuck?” Your voice comes out shaky and breathless. “You’re still my best friend, right?”
He stills for a moment, slamming deep inside you, pulling a yelp out of you.
“What the fuck.” He growls out, sounding enraged as well as surprised. His cock kisses your cervix, before it drags against your incredibly sensitive walls, the pleasure bordering pain when he starts fucking you like he wants to punish you, your body torn between needing a way out and begging for everything he’s giving you. Especially when he sounds so wrecked. “You can’t say that unless you want me to nut inside you.”
“Yeah, please.” You put on the whiniest voice you can, hoping he cracks. “Want it.”
You've already lost the battle. You might as well act reckless now.
“Jesus fuck.” He pants in awe. “Are you insane or did I actually fuck you stupid?”
The blissed-out laugh that rolls out of you, makes you sound completely dumb and out of breath. Maybe he did fuck you stupid.
An arm slings around your shoulders securely, holding you close as he grabs onto your thigh with his free hand, hooking your leg higher on his waist. His thrusts are messy now, cock stuffing you in uncoordinated short plunges, slipping out a few times due to the wetness, but quickly finding its way back in your quivering hole.
“I’m such a good bestie, right?” You prod, loving his little whines and how responsive he's suddenly become.
“Yes, baby, you're so so good to me.” His blunt nails dig into the flesh of your thigh, harsh breaths hitting your collarbone in hot puffs. He’s slightly trembling and your heart aches a little at how pliant with need his is, how soft his skin feels on yours, so you thread your fingers through his messy hair, caressing gently to offer some relief as he nears his peak. “Oh fuck... oh god—I’m gonna—”
“That's it.” You praise in a whisper, struggling to keep your legs spread wide open for him, toes curling from the overstimulation, breaths stuttering against his neck. "Please please, cum in me, wanna feel you."
“Shit, ffffuck—I’m cumming... I’m cumming.” He moans, all strained from the building pressure, and then he’s visibly shaking, his whole length burying deep inside, to the hilt, as his hot cum paints your walls in quick spurts, filling up your spent pussy, just like you begged him to. He's so vocal; mewls and broken whines rolling out of him as he delivers a few more messy pumps that turn into languid grinds.
You can’t help but moan with him, clenching on purpose to milk everything out of him, loving the claim he’s laying upon your body. And when he lifts his weight a little, just to look down, you find the most sinful sight. He grinds one last time before pulling out slowly, the head of his softening cock bumping into your clit, making you flinch while smearing both your releases all over your puffy folds.
“Shit.” He exhales in wonderment, damp chest moving up and down, covered in pink blotches, giving his already pretty skin a breathtaking glow.
Your hand moves on its own, in need to feel the mess you've both created. Your let your fingers dip between your wet folds, shamelessly stroking up and down your slit, his intense gaze spurring you on as you gather some of his cum that’s already started to spill out. You revel in the fascination his eyes hold as they follow your every move carefully.
Your lips wrap around your index and middle fingers while holding his gaze. His tongue dips out to lick at his bottom lip as he takes in the sinful act with furrowed brows, like he's angry.
Before you can put on more of a show, his hand is on your jaw, your fingers ripped out of your mouth as his tongue replaces them, shoving into your mouth like he just needs a taste, prying your lips open without hovering for permission.
And then he abruptly breaks the kiss with a wet smack. Wild eyes find yours again when he mutters quietly, “Do you want all of it?”
You know what he's implying. You know you should refuse. You really should.
But you nod instead.
He doesn’t waste time. Just shuffles down, head buried between your thighs in record time, tongue eagerly licking all over your folds. You flinch when his nose nudges against your clit, mouth greedily sucking at your entrance to gather as much of his cum as he can. It feels soothing in a way, as opposed to the tingling sensation his cock left behind after the repeated stretch. You know you’ll feel sore tomorrow, but you focus on his soft lips, sighing out in relief at the lazy laps.
It ends before the pleasure can start building back up, and he’s hovering above you again, shielding your naked body from the cool air of the room. His mouth is just above yours, sealed tight as he awaits.
You cup his face in your hands to pull him closer before parting your lips for him, tongue sticking out flat. You let a moan slip when he lets your combined juices mixed with his spit dribble onto your awaiting mouth. You can only close your eyes when you briefly taste and then swallow the thick and slightly salty substance.
And then he's slotting his lips with yours again, kissing you slowly this time, tongue gliding savouringly against yours until you're out of breath and your lips feel numb.
He hesitantly pulls away with a little nip on your bottom lip, before he licks at the corner of his mouth, where some of his - or your - saliva has smeared.
“Well, that fucking escalated.” He says with a tired, amused sigh.
You don't even try to tone down your staring as you take in his flushed face, slightly baffled expression making you smile.
“In a good way?” You test, letting out an exhale of your own when he drops his weight on you carefully. He rests his head on your chest, cheek squishing just above the swell of your left boob, exactly where your heart threatens to jump out of. The softness in his actions helps your limbs relax a little.
He hums contentedly when you run a hand through his hair, combing through the fluffy strands absentmindedly.
“A little too good, unfortunately.” He teases, tone playful as always.
“Mm, sorry, I guess.” You play along, eyes closing briefly when his warm palm engulfs the breast he’s not using as a headrest. He kneads the supple flesh gently. Then just holds.
“Maybe it’s a sign.” He says quietly, sounding like he’s in deep contemplation.
“That we’re both equally deranged?” You joke with a soft chuckle.
“That too. But also, that you've been fucking the wrong people.” He states, like it’s the only explanation.
“And fucking my best friend is so right.” Your tone is sarcastic, but it holds truth. How is this right?
He chuckles lightly, warm breath hitting your skin. “Didn't feel wrong, I'll tell you that for free.”
“Aren't you sweet.” You tug a little harder on his hair — a silent warning.
“No, seriously, though.” He traces the underside of your breast with his thumb, slightly tickling you. “There's obviously tension.”
You don't confirm or deny. “Okay, and? What's your point?”
“Maybe we should just fuck it all out.” He suggests a little too casually.
“Isn’t that what we just did?” You keep playing with his hair, needing a distraction from the slightly confusing conversation.
He tilts his head up to look at you, bottom lip trapped between his teeth, brown eyes glimmering with mischief in the soft lighting of his living room, like he's unlocked something that maybe should've stayed hidden.
“I dunno,” Haechan mutters, voice sounding honey-like. “Do you feel like you’re done with me?”
The quickening of your heartbeat and the strange, tingly feeling that still lingers in your tummy are enough of an answer.
your husband would never cheat on you, unless you give him permission...
cw: smut, phone sex (not with reader), unprotected sex, slight choking, masturbation, consensual cheating??, porn without plot, author's notes at the end. wc: 1,1k
toji fushiguro ✗ fem!reader
your arms are wrapped loosely around toji's neck, brows drawn into a deep frown of concentration as you ride him, fighting hard to swallow back the moans that keep threatening to give you away.
"yeah. what about next week?" toji repeats after the sickly sweet voice on the other side of the line, a lazy smirk curving his lips as you start grinding your hips instead of bouncing, hoping to soothe some of the pain in your legs. "you want the details, don't you? dirty girl."
he holds the phone an inch away from his face, just long enough to mouth 'she booked a hotel room' before pressing the receiver back to his ear.
"mhm. fine, since you're being so good…” he presses a silent kiss to your neck. “i'll make you feel good. rub that pretty little pussy nice and slow until you're begging me to stretch you out with my cock."
the girl asks — more like whines for more, causing toji to huff a mocking chuckle before he obliges, his hand stretching from your hip to rub your clit while he continues the sweet talk.
you clamp a hand over your mouth, muffling a moan just in time.
"i'm gonna kiss every inch of you. starting with those perfect fuckin' tits—" his thumb abandons your clit, palm sliding up to cup the soft weight of your breast and give it a firm, possessive squeeze. he pinches the hardened nipple before leaning down to seal his lips over it, your fingers digging into his shoulders when he pulls back just enough to switch sides - his mouth latching onto the other breast to repeat the motion.
you barely get the chance to recover before his hand slides further up, fingers wrapping around the front of your throat.
"...then I'll bury my face between your thighs. eat that pretty little pussy so fucking good, lick you clean until you forget every bastard that ever came before me. you'd like that, wouldn't you...?" he tries to remember her name but its useless, a regular pet name coming out awkwardly in last resort.
he blames the temporary memory loss on how thoroughly pussydrunk you have him right now.
he'd only given that girl his number a few weeks ago because she’d practically begged on her knees for it and honestly, he just wanted her out of his face. he'd tossed the scrap of paper with her contact info straight into the bin the second he walked out of the bar, your fingers laced securely in his. she'd been a total bitch anyway, deliberately cornering a married man the moment he was alone even though she saw the ring on his finger and knew you’d only stepped away to use the restroom.
"nah... my wife won't know." he smirks. “she's out of town.”
hearing him deny your very presence while he’s buried balls deep inside you makes your eyes roll back, a soft whine slipping out before you can stop it. toji releases your throat - lifting that same hand to press his index finger against his own lips in a silent shush.
your head falls back in bliss as you continue to ride him, careful to keep the rhythmic slap of skin against skin completely silent as one of your hands comes to grasp your breast, the other reaching back to brace itself on his thigh as he goes back to gently squeezing your throat.
“that's it. there you go, just like that. give it to me.” he murmurs. "touch yourself."
he guides you forward, drawing you in by your neck until your lips meet his. your fingers immediately take over where his left off earlier, working frantically just like he ordered. meanwhile toji tilts the phone away - making sure the wet, messy sounds of your mouths meeting and your muffled whimpers don't bleed through the microphone.
"good girl. doin' so good." he murmurs against your lips, just loud enough for you to hear. he's getting close, his stomach flexing every time you drop down on his lap, his cock twitching within you.
through the speaker, the girl's moans grow increasingly louder as she drinks in toji's words and rambles about how much better his fingers would feel, how his cock would fill her up so good. toji snorts and you bite back a smile, hiding your face in his neck.
"you close?" he asks and you nod, your vision starting to blur around the edges. the girl responds too, whining through the speaker.
"𝚏-𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔, 𝚢𝚎𝚜... 𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚘𝚓𝚒, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎—"
"yeah? gonna fucking soak my dick for me, baby?" the question slips through his teeth, his brain completely short circuiting from the rhythmic twitching of your walls around his sensitive cock as you fuck yourself on him. the girl is too far gone to connect two and two together - too busy letting out pathetic little sobs as she makes herself come on her fingers.
hearing her finish sets you off, too. your fingers work frantically against your clit - jaw dropping and eyes rolling back in bliss while toji's hand drops to lock onto your hips, bracing himself as he begins to fuck into you - deep, frantic thrusts that bottom out inside you every time, your mixed fluids creating a slick, creamy ring around the base of his cock.
he's chasing his own release now, his jaw clenched tight while you ride out the last of your orgasm, squirming and convulsing silently on top of him, you pussy gripping him so tight his vision goes white.
"fuck! good girl, good fucking girl, take it all!" toji groans, making sure he’s as deep as physically possible as he comes, filling you up with warm, thick ropes of cum. he leans forward again, kissing you sloppily as the two of you come down from your highs, breaths mingling.
you hear some shuffling from the speaker, then the faint muffled sound of the poor girl's voice as she pants into the phone, still completely oblivious to what's really happening.
she starts speaking again, something about bringing toys, but toji cuts her off.
"mhh. havta' go." he sighs breathlessly, ending the call just like that and dropping the phone onto the bed.
“toji!” you gasp, your voice a mix of shock and amusement as you lean down to trail soft, teasing kisses along his neck. “that was mean.”
he grins.
“mean? you think that was mean?” he lifts a hand to hold your jaw, planting a fierce kiss to your lips. you watch as he picks the phone back up to unlock it, his thumb swiping left to open the camera.
“get on your knees,” he commands. “I’ll show you mean.”
an: this is a revamped version of an old fic! I was reading the original a few days ago and thought holy shit, this sucks. I tried giving it a second life and although it's not perfect, I’m much happier with how it turned out. hope you enjoyed! 🫶🏻
andteam when reader has oral fixation!!! i lowkey saw an enha post abt this and i wanna know what would teamies do 🙏🙏
OHMYGOF I RBD THIS POST by neodazed!!! all props go to them!!!! this is a ot9 post so if you don’t like reading 04z/05z/maki posts this is nawt for you! but omg first group post!!! so psyched!!!!! i feel like a real writer now LOL
also sorry to my *checks inbox* 25 other love letter requests i had to finish this asap i have so many thoughts
tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; dom!teamies, sub!reader, gn!reader, race neutral reader, oral fixation, use of multiple pet names in all. this is NOT age play, i do not condone age play, everyone is 18+! more specific tags will be listed with each member in their own sections, there are more sensitive topics here so proceed with caution!!! ♡︎
koga yudai.
cw. implied free use, dubcon, oral, use of “baby”
what do starri and i say? freak kei is love. freak kei is life! that’s especially no different when it comes to you having an oral fixation!!! he’s literally not surprised he’s probably the type to like some nasty kinks but that’s besides the point. when you bring up you have an oral fixation, kei would indulge in it so hard. if he sees you sucking on candy, he’ll literally make you spit it out and replace it with his cock. not even fingers. his cock. lollipop? his cock is better. cough drops? his cum will make your throat feel better. your thumb? why waste time, use his cock instead? he makes you feel so comfortable to do so, you literally drop all your stuff, come to him, peel back his boxers, and start slobbering on him to clear your head.
“fuck— yeah that’s it, use my cock, baby. it’s yours.”
murata fuma.
cw. soft!fuma, finger sucking, use of “angel”
hehe my fuma bear would coddle you!!! if you shyly admit that you have a oral fixation and you need him to help you, he’d immediately pull you in his arms, slip his fingers past your lips and have you nyamming on them. he thinks you’re so cute, head on his bicep, back fleshed against his chest, sucking on his fingers so you can ease whatever thoughts you have away. i don’t think fuma would like you drooling on his dick, it gives off heavy power imbalance, he’d honestly want to just snuggle as you suck on his fingers instead. which is why he likes home dates more! movie nights are the best because he’ll just kiss your scalp as you mindlessly drool on him, it makes his heart burst that you’re just with him in his arms!!!
the w in wang yixiang stands for whore wbk. nicho would def like it when you tell him that you have an oral fixation, he’d pull you into a kiss and make you sloppily suck on his tongue! he’d love the feeling of you turning off your brain, and just suck on his tongue as you’re intertwined with each other, feeling each other’s warmth. he’d also be someone to likes finger sucking AND oral like hello ok whore. when you’re sucking on his fingers, he likes you being in his lap when he mindlessly scrolls on his phone. when it gets a little heated he’ll almost face fuck you by how he’s loving the warmth of your mouth. he’s spitting out some nasty words as you slobber on his cock, it gets him so fucking worked up— using you like a cum dump.
“god, i love this dirty little mouth for me to use.”
byun euijoo.
cw. thumb sucking, praise, petting, use of “sweetheart”
juju would love the idea of you having an oral fixation in the first place! it makes him feel like he’s a safe place for you, allowing you to keep your mind at ease! he’d be sitting while you have your head in his lap as euijoo presses on your tongue with his thumb, trying to get adjusted to the new feeling. once he gets used to the wet warmth of your mouth, he allows you to suck his thumb. his heart is so full— he can’t help but to coo at you. his pretty partner’s mind is at ease, their eyes closed, smiling as they suck on him, and curled up into him!!! he can’t even help it when his other hand find its way on your head, petting you like a puppy, ohhhh he loves it here. his life is complete he’s so happy having you in his lap.
“hmm, doing so good for me, sweetheart. just how i like it.”
nakakita yuma.
cw. oral, petting, implied pet play, use of “kitty”
oral fixation??? yuma??? perfection!!! he loves loves loves having you on your knees anyways, having you suck his cock or fingers as you daze off is better for him anyways! whenever he’s working at his desk, he’ll place you underneath the table, spring out his cock, and have you just sit there, head resting on his thigh. every once in awhile he’ll check on you, asking if you need anything; to water, a break, a snack— literally anything and he’ll get it for you. if you say no, he’ll hum and nod and pat your pretty little head as he keeps on working. when he feels like enough time has passed, he’ll caress your cheek pull you up into his lap. your collar bell rings a bit when you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, he loves it here too.
“you feelin’ good, kitty? tell me if you need anything.”
if i could say jo is a dormant whore, i would but lunéville would think otherwise but i don’t care! we all know that jo has such crazy pretty hands when you say you have an oral fixation, his lips would twitch into his smile (same w his cock but). he’d be so interested, asking you informative questions, taking this whole thing so seriously but in reality he just wants to shove his fingers in your mouth and let you be happy. once he finally does put his fingers in your mouth, whew! jo is mesmerized. your eyes are getting cloudy, your lips are plump against him, your mouth is letting out cute hums. he’s so obsessed, he’d literally take pictures of you to look at for later, maybe even a polaroid in his wallet— you’ve got him locked in.
“hold on, lemme take a quick pic of you— it’s pretty.”
shigeta harua.
cw. teasing, thumb sucking, spit play, dumbification
love when oral fixation is an excuse for your dom to make you dumb. harua is just that! got a dom!harua love letter in the works, this is basically a continued of it. when he finds out you have an oral fixation, he can’t help but to hook a smirk onto his face. he’d be so interested. his eyes would darken, his thumb ghosting your bottom lip, you’re already parting them, looking up at him— waiting for him to do something. he’d tease you so bad, saying how you already looked so fucked out when he hasn’t even touched you. when his thumb finally slips past your lips, he loves how you’re making his cutely manicured thumb dirty. once he thinks you’ve had enough, he’d pull out, swiping the spit all over your lips.
“look at you… dumbed out already? just by thumb sucking?”
i am a firm believer that taki is an experimentalist (hashtag twin), he’d willingly do everything and anything just once to see what he likes! so when you mentioned that you had an oral fixation, taki was all for it. he’d first ask you what is was, describing it to him so he could fully grasp what it was. when he understood it was like a new world opened, not knowing that he’d like it a little too much. when he places his fingers in your mouth, he’s surprised how much you eased up. your cute eyelashes are perched down, your mouth is all warm, you looked so at peace. when taki asks to take out his fingers, he sees the spit lines connecting from your mouth to his hands. let’s just say he found something out about himself.
“uhm… holy shit, y/n… your spit is really hot.”
hirota riki maus.
cw. ddlg, oral, finger sucking, praise, use of “daddy”
okay. guys. i know. leave me and my daddy maki agenda alone. but seriously. maki would so love to please someone with a oral fixation especially with his huge cock ♡︎ he’d have you perched up on your knees as he basically feeds you with his cock. maki would be literally fighting demons to not cum in your mouth— this was for you, not for him. he’d still coo at you, taking daddy’s cock so well, to use him to ease yourself up. he’d also love finger sucking too. having you drool on him, glossy eyes, and your head on his chest ♡︎ just saying over and over and over how he loves how you’re being so pliant with daddy, taking his fingers after telling him what you wanted. gah you’re so brave! daddy is so so so proud of you ♡︎
“takin’ daddy well. thank you for telling me what you wanted.”
ur my fave fuma writer and i saw this tweet on my tl and instantly thought of fuma and wanted to know ur thoughts on it :P
•_• … hi ok so, do u want me gone?? 😽😽 link. fuck, this is so good. thank u for enlightening me with this, honey >< there’s a mess in my mind nd in my shorts now from the thought.. 😀😀😀😀
warnings: (18+) nsfw. smut. 🩸soft dom!fuma, afab!reader, slight dubcon, slight dumification, fingering, pet names, eye contact, euphemisms/personification of sex (fuma refers to your sex as “she” 🤭), reader is a spoiled needy brat here but fuma loves it LOL — ✮ m.list.
third knuckle deep, plunging in your wetness, fuma would still himself and his fingers entirely despite your protesting whines, shushing you briefly with a small kiss on your hot cheek. “mmmhh, what happened?” he murmurs, watching your eye squint underneath his lips when he presses another kiss to the corner of your eye, giggling at the ticklish feeling of your fluttering eyelash against his skin.
and his smile would be so gentle, so soft, like always when it’s directed towards you and it makes your pout jut out even more when you move your head slightly to peer up at him with rounded eyes.
“move, please,” a small whisper, because you’re afraid of how bad your voice would crack if you were to project it right now, emphasizing even more by bucking your hips just a bit.
“i wanna just test something, i think it’ll help us both..” you have no idea where he’s going with this, but the mischievous tone in his deep voice clearly suggests he’s, perhaps, up to no good.
you whine again, immediately shuffling backwards to pull away from him completely, but fuma’s used to your different movements. he follows you with his entire body when you push away and sit up against the headboard, keeping his fingers still plunged deep in your cunt as he invades your space and traps you against the wooden board, other hand pressing open your thigh. your hands grip the cushioned pillows underneath your ass in tight fists, trapped beneath your spread thighs as you bite onto your already bruised lip while still keeping your eyes on his. you let the raw skin snap back to place, jutting it out in the same pout as before. tenderized voice shaking, you ask softly, “what is it? fuma, please don’t be mean—”
your continuous whines are desperate. either he fingers you properly or you’re pulling away completely again..
“patience, baby. i swear i’ll give you everything you want, just play with me?” fuma’s pretty tone pets over your nerves like magic, just like the fingers nestled deep inside your walls, curling just slightly to rub. that’s when he feels it, the gentle yet immediate squeeze they apply around his long fingers, just from the sweet murmured pet name. he grins like he’s the only person who knows the game that already started, which is exactly what’s happening. he watches your tense walls slowly crumble from the flutter of your lashes, the small sharp gasp falling from your parted lips, the way your head nods just briefly in submission.
“i need words, doll.” he murmurs, smiling harder when your body responds faster for you unknowingly, your words lagging behind while your walls clench tighter around this thick fingers. of course, you’d love doll, perfect for the beauty he sees right in front of him right now; rounded eyes glimmering with brimming tears and framed by sticky lashes that flutter with every subtle nudge his fingers move. they fuck you shallowly, not enough movement to satisfy but just enough to remind you of their presence, still stuffing you and simmering your need. you gulp down the saliva building in your mouth, coating your dry throat, but your soft words still crack a bit when they stumble passed your lips.
“yes.. okay, yes, i’ll play with you.” you’re so out of it, you don’t realize what’s going on, what exactly he wants to test. but you don’t have any further questions of it at all, just focusing on being good for him.
“there’s my sweetheart, you love being good for me, don’t you, honey?” he feels the constricted space let up a bit enough where he can slightly part his fingers in a gentle scissoring motion, but still being replaced by your weeping slick, growing more viscous by the minutes because of his soft yet assertive presence. okay, he smiles with thought, breaking eye contact to stare at the mess, so not those pet names. your arousal glistens where it trickles down his palm, pooling at the center, he can’t help his poorly suppressed smile when he looks back up at you, taking the time to rake his eyes over your entire quivering torso and heaving chest.
“mhm, please..” voice hoarse, you’re still looking down at the mess when he looks at your every reaction. your eyes followed his when they darted downwards, but stayed on the mess, like you’re in awe but how affected you are, how sensitive and preceptive your body is towards him. it’s so sweet, you’re so sweet, he’ll give you a little bit of what you want. his fingers slowly glide out with ease until they breach your hole with just his rosy fingertips, plunging back in with a squelch at the same time he murmurs his words,
“my sweet bunny, you’re so needy for me, do you even know what you’re asking for?”
your jaw drops with a moan, body jolting from the sudden intrusion. fuma couldn’t even curl his fingers up against your wall before you’re clamping down with the tightest grip. his head tilts, eyeing carefully at the twitching eyebrows furrowing underneath your ruffled hair. he knows how sensitive you are to that pet name specifically, sensitive to the view of his thick fingers parting your puffed folds and sinking into your weeping hole. “that’s it.. that’s the one, huh..” he murmurs mostly to himself, but you’re not catching it.
your mind is dumbed, clouded with need, you don’t even think your words through, just bluntly rambling the truth. you’re gradually slumping against the headboard in your scrunched position but you’re too weak to even fix yourself, shaking your head to his gentle teasing instead. “nooooooo, i dunno. please, just give me.. n-need you, fuma.”
“god, it’s like you don’t even want me to fuck you anymore, holding onto my fingers that tight.” he purrs, moving to keep looking at your face when your head tips back against the headboard, eyes fluttering shut. “pussy’s being so greedy, isn’t she darling?”
he can practically feel you throbbing around him at the coy petname, watching your teeth clench behind wobbling lips as you do the most you can to nod along, smiling when you open your eyes back up at him as his fingertips gently stroke your superior wall, fingers still not moving.
“you don’t like this game, do you..” he pouts when you do, leaning in to press soft pecks along your heated cheek, feeling your muscle twitch when you wince at the feather like touch. you don’t like this game at all, just feeling his stilled fingers fill you with no other movement or stimulation. your swollen clit is throbbing, he could at least a lil pay attention there too… maybe you are just greedy, maybe he just spoiled you. he hushes your whines as his trailing kisses land onto your raw bitten lips.
“i’ll give you everything if you tell me who is it exactly that needs me..”
“me— i do, fuma. i need—”
“who?”
“…your bunny.” there you go, fuma’s completely satisfied. the carnal want is thick in your whiny tone, poured into his mouth. now he knows, smiling so hard when you and your body tell him exactly what he wants to hear and feel.
“oh? my bunny? needs me to fuck my fingers already, right?” he chuckles, teasing just a bit more before doing exactly that, watching as your hooded eyes roll slightly once his fingers finally thrusted with a single motion, turning with the twist of his wrist. the sigh you huff against his lips was full of pure satisfaction, body quivering from just that one pump, overly sensitive already.
at the end, what he said was true, this little game of his did help you with what you both wanted.
pairings: fox hybrid!Wooyoung x cat hybrid!reader, cat hybrid!San x reader, barely mentions of Hongjoong x reader and Seonghwa x reader
Wooyoung and San didn't argue that seriously over many things. But the current biggest reason for their arguing was laying on her back on Wooyoung's bed legs mindlessly kicking the air while playing with a ball of yarn as the two watched her from the door.
Her outfit was cute today, since she had come to Hongjoong's apartment instead of Wooyoung coming to Seonghwa's. Hongjoong liked when she wore outfits that he bought her, she was the only feminine presenting person he knew he could dress freely having been given Seonghwa's permission to do so. She wore white knee-high socks and, a pink sweatshirt and a white pleated skirt.
With her legs in the air, Wooyoung and San had a clear view of the lacy white panties that Hongjoong had also given her. "I know you're going to take your clothes off eventually anyway," he'd chuckled, "so you might as well wear something just as cute underneath." Woosan didn't know that though, Wooyoung whining under his breath, "Why did Hongjoong-hyung make her wear so many clothes?"
Y/n finally noticed them at the door, huffing at them indignantly. "Come on, y/nnie, I said I was sorry," San said, coming over to the side of the bed with Wooyoung. "No! Don't come here, you and Wooyoungie can cuddle all you want, I don't care!" she exclaimed, trying to kick him away with her sock-clad foot, making San grab it in warning. She humphed and looked away from him.
"I don't like Sannie, anymore, Y/n, I wanna be with you," Wooyoung complained, trying to lean down and touch her, but she smacked his hand away with a hiss. She wasn't relenting.
Y/n was mad because she'd come to Wooyoung's house all cute and dressed up expecting them to dote on her and give her compliments and play with her (not in that way...yet), but instead, they'd run off together, leaving y/n by herself as they cuddled on the couch.
"Y/n-ah, you're being bad," San said, "I'm gonna tell Seonghwa." "Tell him! I'll tell daddy you left me all alone, and he's not gonna let you see your precious Wooyoungie for a week!"
"I'm your Wooyoungie, too, y/nnie!" Wooyoung cried out. She grumbled, "You were my Wooyoungie, first, too."
Wooyoung got on his knees in front of her and she sat up, surprised by his action, "Don't be mad, y/nnie. You're always my favorite," He mumbled. San followed suit, "But I love you more than him!"
They started bickering and Y/n giggled, petting both of their heads with her hands. "Okay, I believe you, now come cuddle me instead."
They didn't argue. For now, at least.
Although, while maybe y/n and San could spend all day lounging... Wooyoung was still a fox, who was mischievous and full of energy that he had to exert somehow. He squirmed next to y/n who huffed with discomfort. "Can we at least kiss a little, y/nnie," Wooyoung whined. To his surprised, she perked up and looked toward him with wide adorable eyes. They both giggled as they brought their lips together sharing sweet chaste kisses.
San grumbled in jealousy as y/n's back was now turned to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist so they were flush against each other and latched his lips to her neck. She giggled even more at the ticklish feeling. He licked and nipped as Wooyoung deepened the kiss making her moan. San took that as a challenge, slipping his hand underneath her shirt making her gasp.
San smirked as he stroked the soft skin of her stomach, squeezing whatever he could in his hand. Wooyoung pulled away to look at y/n seductively as his own hand copied San's finding its way under her clothes, but not wasting any time with her tummy and moving straight to her nipple.
She whimpered as her two male companions flipped her back onto her back and lifted her shirt so that it was above her chest, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Why did Hongjoong-hyung make you wear panties but not a bra?" Wooyoung huffed. "Because I didn't wanna wear it," she pouted. "Yah, don't complain, it's better this way," San said to Wooyoung.
Still laying at her side, San cupped her breast in his hand, reveling in the feeling before plucking lightly at her nipple making her yelp. Wooyoung, liking the sound repeated the action on his side, and before she knew it, both hybrids were giving her sensitive nipples a lot more attention just to elicit the reaction out of her. When San sensed that the pinching was becoming too much, he leaned down to wrap his lips around the now swollen bud making her sigh out a moan, Wooyoung quickly following suit. They sucked and rolled their tongues around her nipples.
It was like they had become entranced the moment they'd attached their lips to her breasts, almost as if feeding from her, as if they were expecting that if they sucked long or hard enough that something would come out.
Y/n felt the familiar pool of desire in her lower stomach, her legs fidgeting and her core clenching against nothing. The area between her legs began to feel sticky and the smell of her arousal soon reached San and Wooyoung's noses, causing wanton growls to resonate from within their chests.
They almost raced to be the first one in between her legs wanting to be the first to taste her. San hissed at Wooyoung when he attempted to shove the mountainous feline away from their lover. "Yah! You weren't even doing anything earlier, I was the one who wanted this!" Wooyoung complained, and San scoffed, "What are you talking about, I always want y/n, she's mine, are you out of your mind?!" "Yours? As if, over my dead-!"
"Oppas," y/n's melodic voice hummed. The two males' ears were sensitive to any noise she made, and their heads snapped towards her. She pouted, lifting her hands, and they instinctively placed a cheek in her open palms, letting her caress their faces. "You can share, right?" she asked softly, "Please don't fight."
Their expressions softened. San relented his position between her legs to lean up and kiss her lips as Wooyoung made light work of removing her troublesome bottoms, fully ignoring the pretty panties that Hongjoong had picked for him to admire, even at least for a second.
Wooyoung swallowed the drool pooling in his mouth at the sight of her delectable pussy, touching her clit with his thumb gently. Y/n gasped into San's mouth at the sensation, tensing her muscles as Wooyoung continued his gentle minstrations. "Relax, y/nnie," San murmured against her lips, "Me and Wooyoungie will take good care of you like we always do."
She instantly relaxed her legs and Wooyiung smirked, taking his thumb and popping it in his mouth for a taste. He hummed in pleasure before finally diving nose-firsy into her heat.
Her hips bucked, but Wooyoung held them down. San glanced down at his friend in jealousy before pulling away from her lips. She whined, but he chuckled, pressing one last chaste kiss to her lips as he joined Wooyoung by her hips.
He watched Wooyoung's mouth lick and suck your wet folds for a little while, reveling in the pleasure he was giving you before spreading your legs wider and and nudging Wooyoung over, letting his own tongue taste you. Wooyoung was too drunk on your slick to complain.
You watched them with wide eyes as they licked at your clit together sharing their meal as if they were one. Y/n moaned almost more at the very sight of it than the pleasure they were giving her. They didn't care as their tongues clashed as they desperately tongued your pussy, taking turns to suck on your clip and prod at your hole, even spitting on it occasionally.
At some point, their faces were in the perfect position that had you writhing and you moaned, "Please, please, please, don't stop, don't stop." They held their position, moving faster so that she would cum. They wanted to taste her orgasm, feel her pulsing underneath them.
Their wish was soon granted as her hips tensed and then shook as she tried to thrash in their hold. They held their mouths in place as she rode out her orgasm, only stopping when she relaxed against the bed. Wooyoung pulled up first, a cheeky smile on his face as he flopped next to y/n. San massaged her thighs, prodding at any knots that had formed while she was tensed up. She hummed in appreciation.
"Who's tongue did you like better, y/nnie?" Wooyoung asked and San gaped at him, "Yah! Don't ask her that!" "Hmmm." "Don't answer, either, y/nnie!" San said exasperated. "I dunno," she mumbled, "I- I couldn't tell who was who..."
Wooyoung huffed, looking at San, "We're going to have to do that more often so that she learns to tell the difference. I already know I'm better than you, but I want the validation."
warning: nsfw under the cut, fingering, slight choking, pet names (little slut, pretty girl, babe, baby), brat & dom hybrid!wooyo, 1.7k wrds
"don't stare at me like that"
"like what?" your fox hybrid responds with a sly grin while you gently massage shampoo into his hair, your fingers deftly maneuvering through his dark locks.
"you know what i'm talking about" you remark with a pointed look, shifting your hands to the area around his fox ears, delicately massaging the black fur with the soap that carries a hint of cocoa butter fragrance.
you're perched on a little stool, rocking a pair of baby yellow panties and a matching camisole, slightly damp from hybrid!wooyoung's antics in the water. it's the midst of june, and the relentless heat had transformed both of you into perspiring wrecks. despite wooyoung's ability to shower independently, he consistently pleaded for a bath, cunningly aware that his cries for assistance about not reaching his back would invariably prompt your kind aid. he had discovered the undeniable truth that once you began helping him, you would steadfastly carry on until the task was completed.
you had hastily gathered your hair into a disheveled bun, yearning to prevent it from clinging to the nape of your neck, yet a sense of regret lingers within you. regret, because that impromptu decision leaves you defenceless against the intensity of wooyoung's unwavering gaze. it's as if he can see right through you, piercing your very soul. you can't look away, especially when he gets horny like that. subtle signs emerge, his ears twitching in sync with each movement you make, as if anticipating a forthcoming spectacle, his tail fluffing up in response to the growing tension. normally, you would witness this captivating display, but his tail is concealed beneath the water's surface. however, it's the transformation in his eyes that truly captivates you. his pupils dilates, swallowing the colored hues that once adorned his irises, while his eyelids gradually descend, granting his gaze a mesmerizing allure.
a mischievous smirk adorns his face, growing wider as he beholds your irritated countenance. with a swift motion, he withdraws his wet arms from the water's embrace and reaches out to encircle your waist, swiftly drawing you into the capacious bathtub. your startled voice erupts into a scream, caught off guard by the suddenness of his actions. instinctively, you cling to his form, seeking solace in the unexpected plunge. as the initial shock subsides, your head snaps back up, a glare etching itself upon your features, only to be met with a feigned inoffensiveness emanating from his gaze. a mixture of disbelief and frustration bubbles within you, prompting a muttered "what the fuck" as the sensation of damp clothing clinging to your skin adds to the discomfort.
"no i don't know what you're talking about," he retorts to your previous statement, his head tilting innocently to the side. just as you're about to rebuke him, a jolt of surprise courses through you as you feel his hands firmly grasp your ass, drawing you closer to him. his fingers trace the contours of your undergarments, delicately pressing against the supple flesh beneath. in that moment, the innocent expression on his face morphs into a self-satisfied grin, as he revels in the subtle blush that tinges your cheekbones.
"w-woo, not now, you have soap in your hair, it's gonna fall in your eyes" you speak, trying to maintain a firm tone, yet the desire that unfurls within you cannot be denied. your thighs instinctively find their place between his, pressing together intimately, seeking respite from the blossoming sensation of pleasure that courses through your body.
"but i want you," he pouts, playfully nudging your face with his nose, displaying his half-feline nature, "let's play a game," he suggests, his voice laced with mischief.
you raise your gaze to meet his, a whirlwind of confusion swirling in your eyes. a soft gasp escapes your lips, your eyes flutter closed, surrendering to the sensations that flood your body as, his fingertips expertly make contact with the delicate fabric that separates you, effortlessly tracing the contours of your pleasure, stimulating your clit with a touch that sends shivers of ecstasy through your very core.
a delightful smile spreads across his face, mirroring the joy he derives from observing your reaction. his tail, a striking combination of black and white, sensually coils around one of your supple thighs, exerting gentle pressure as it squeezes twice, further igniting the sensations that course through your body.
"if i manage to make you cum before you finish washing my hair, i get to do whatever i want with your body," in a hushed whisper against your lips, he unveils a daring proposition that sends a surge of anticipation through your veins. his words hang in the air as his tongue darts out, teasingly licking your lips. sensing your agreement in the subtle nod of your head, he captures your bottom lip between his sharp teeth, an exhilarating mixture of pleasure and controlled dominance. with a firm grip on your wrists, he guides your hands, placing them on his wet curls, beckoning you to indulge in the intimate act of washing his hair. simultaneously, his skilled fingers begin their own sensual dance, expertly tending to your needs. as the intensity builds, he swiftly removes your hairtie, allowing your curls to cascade freely upon your flushed and breathless face, a disheveled visage that causes his length to stir and harden between his thighs.
with a possessive grip, he firmly grasps the nape of your neck, drawing you nearer to him. inhaling deeply, he indulges in the captivating fragrance that emanates from your body, the unmistakable scent of your arousal mingling with the air. in response to this intoxicating aroma, a primal growl escapes his chest, resonating with a primal desire that further intensifies the already overwhelming wetness between your thighs.
he skillfully loops two elongated fingers into the delicate fabric of your panties, effortlessly sliding them down your legs, the suspended water facilitating the process. the discarded underwear finds its temporary resting place on the bathroom floor. as you tug at his locks, you mutter a command, "you'll clean that up after."
"of course i will babe, 'cause you won't be able to walk when i'm done with you," he responds with a smoldering gaze, his eyes crinkling with a mix of affection. without hesitation, he presses his middle and index fingers into the welcoming warmth of your core, eliciting a powerful response that causes you to double over, succumbing to the intense penetration. a dry laugh escapes his lips, reveling in the sight of you, his owner, surrendering so completely in his embrace,
"my little slut, look at you, so pretty for me," he murmurs, too focused on the sight of your pussy greedily taking in his fingers. "i wonder who's gonna wear that fucking collar when we're done huh," his other hand sensually encircles your neck, exerting calculated pressure against the side, emphasizing each word. "me or you, mmh baby?" he playfully inquires, teasing you, fully aware of the way you can't find the strength to answer him, too focused on the overwhelming pleasure surging through your velvety walls and the slight suffocation he blesses you with.
his fingers caress the spongy spot within you, causing your attention to stray from the task at hand, flinching at his "come hither" motions. instead of focusing on washing his hair, your hands find their way around his neck, guiding his face towards your chest as you hug him with all your might. a soft sigh escapes his lips as he connects against the wet fabric of your camisole, his mouth enveloping your right nipple through the material. the sensations intensify as his touch becomes more fervent, more urgent, his thumb exploring your small bud of pleasure harshly, while still maintaining a level of tenderness. pleasure escapes you in fragmented whispers and whimpers, and his thrusts against your thigh grow more urgent, driven by an unquenchable desire that even the cascading water fails to slow his humping down.
your knees are rubbing harshly against the floor of the tub, yet you remain oblivious, lost in the haze of your own thoughts. a soft fuzziness envelops your mind, causing you to gradually detach from reality, your entire focus fixated solely on wooyoung's every move.
wooyoung, growing increasingly frustrated by the barrier of your camisole and yearning for direct skin-to-skin contact, forcefully tears it off your body. without hesitation, he presses his lips against your sternum, indulging in open-mouthed kisses that relish the sensation of your racing heartbeat pulsating beneath the heated flesh. sensing you tighten on his fingers, he smirks and lets his tongue trail from the center of your chest to the base of your neck, leaving a soft bite along the way. with heightened intensity and speed, he applies pressure to your sensitive clit, eliciting increasingly high-pitched moans from you, while his own whimpering "come on pretty girl, give it to me baby" echoes in harmony with your rhythm throughout the bathroom.
the water splashes gleefully onto the floor surrounding the tub, creating a watery canvas beneath you. in the midst of pure bliss, you let out a final moan, his name resonating with the intensity of your release as it merges with the cascading liquid. your breaths come in heaving gasps, and wooyoung brings you closer, embracing you in a passionate, uninhibited kiss where your tongues dance in harmonious rhythm. with tender affection, his hands lovingly stroke your thighs, guiding you to gently settle upon his waiting lap. soft and tender kisses rain upon your skin, causing you to surrender to the blissful moment, your eyes closing as you rest your head against his glowing, blushing chest. time stands still for a few precious minutes, allowing you to bask in the afterglow. then, wooyoung's hand cradles your face, his fingers delicately caressing your cheeks. as you gaze up at him, you're captivated by the ethereal sight of iridescent soap bubbles, adorning his eyebrows, fox ears and cheekbones like whimsical ornaments, adding a touch of enchantment to his already captivating features.
"you," he murmurs affectionately, planting a gentle kiss on your nose, his lips conveying tenderness. "lost," he continues, taking hold of your hand and guiding it to feel his firm, throbbing length, a mischievous smirk playing upon his lips.
