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heyy i was just wondering if your still planning on doing the play along series for seventeen? and when might we get a new chapter if so? thank youuu

Heyyy, i am still writing it - i'm just stuck in my reading hyper fixation (also my ATLA/TLOK obsession) at the moment and haven't really been putting aside much time to write - I don't have an exact date for when the next chapter will be out but hopefully soon if I can force myself to actually sit down and write.

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upcoming - check out my new wip's

As a rare pack-bond omega, you’ve accepted you’ll never meet all your fated mates... until a new job at HYBE throws you in front of seven alphas who all feel wrongly right. When the youngest claims you as his, you try to deny it… until you realise the truth:

It might not be just one mate.

It might be all of them.

OT7!bts x afab!reader ⏐ omegaverse au! ⏐ workplace romance ⏐ slow burn ⏐series

(plotting) 

A runaway hybrid shows up at her door. He doesn’t want saving he just refuses to go back.

jjk + kth x afab!reader ⏐rewrite ⏐ hybrid au! ⏐ romance ⏐ hurt/comfort ⏐ oneshot

(plotting - a rewrite of "little baby bear")

Online, they can’t stand each other. Offline, they can’t keep their hands to themselves. The problem? They don’t know it’s the same person.

jww x afab!reader ⏐ streamer au! ⏐ roommates ⏐ enemies to lovers ⏐oneshot

(plotting)

[hansungs]

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YES!!!! OMG

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Maybe, depends what it's about

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play along - the series ⎜pt 7 (rewrite)

✧ Pairings: Seventeen x afab!Reader ⎜ Mingyu x afab!Reader ⎜ Chan x afab!Reader

✧ Genre: Poly AU! ⎜ Idol AU ⎜ Established Relationship ⎜ Romance ⎜

✧ Warnings: traffic light system ⎜ inexperienced chan ⎜ handjob ⎜ nipple sucking ⎜ insecure chan ⎜ fingering ⎜ mingyu fixes your blue balls ⎜throat grabbing ⎜

✧ Word Count: 4.6k

✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.

✧ Author’s Note: This is a rewrite of the original series as I wanted to try and update it a bit better in my own style, its very similar to the original at this point but I think it has a bit more pizazz - you can find a master post of the whole series here -> play along pt 1 - 10

(UNEDITED)

“I hope you’re writing all these down, because I’m not going to repeat myself.” Mingyu says tiredly, shoving clothes into a black duffle bag, looking over at the bleached blonde man perched on the end of his bed. Chan doesn’t look up, his pen moving quickly against the note pad clamped in his hand. 

“I am.” Chan confirms, his pen pausing for a moment before writing again, there’s a second of pause before he looks up from the paper, “Does she…” He gets quiet for a moment before continuing, “Does she like anything in particular?” 

Mingyu lets out a soft huff of borderline amusement, the hair on his forehead ruffling a little with the gust of breath, “Maybe that’s something you should figure out on your own.” Mingyu glances down at his phone that dings in his palm, tapping on the screen a few times before looking up at Chan, the boy frozen, his pen and notepad dropped other his lap. 

“Look I know you’re nervous, but you’ll be fine.” He says, stepping forwards to clap his friend on the shoulder, “Just don’t overthink it.” Mingyu slings his bag over his shoulder, his phone sliding into his pocket, as he slips his feet into worn in slides, taking a few steps towards the door before pausing and turning to look back. 

“We’ve got that soccer game planned, you coming?” Mingyu says over his shoulder, Chan’s head already shaking. 

“Nah, I think I’ll stay back this time.” Mingyu tilts his head slightly before nodding slowly, glancing over his friend, something unreadable flicking over his expression before it settles on a teasing grin. 

“Suit yourself.” Mingyu says, and then he’s gone, the room quiet without him in it, the notepad in Chan’s hand burning as the words suddenly look useless. He throws it to the side as he flops onto his back letting out a rough groan. 

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“Chan, are you sure you don’t want anything to drink?” You call out from the kitchen, glancing at the array of soda’s and alcohol on the fridge shelves, your eyebrows creased as you pull out a sprite, “or a snack? Anything?” The T.V had been set up for a movie night the two of you had planned, your annual rewatch of the marvel cinematic universe only halfway completed, every Thursday night the two of you would set up the lounge room to get through as many movies as you can, sometimes mingyu or one of the others would join but more often then not it was just you and the youngest. 

“No, I’m good.” He calls back, settling into his usual spot on the couch, waiting for you to make your way back over with your lemonade and a bowl of popcorn. You drop onto the cushion besides him, placing your drink and snack onto the coffee table in front of you. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” You ask softly your eyebrows furrowing at the way he almost clings to the arm of the couch, his body tense, “We don’t have to do movie night tonight, we can reschedule.” You add, worried that maybe with their comeback your movie night might be stretching him a bit thin. 

“No.” His voice almost snaps out, his fist curling into the leg of his pants, “I want to watch movies, I’m just super excited to be getting to Spiderman is all.” He reassures you, his voice softer almost embarrassed at how fast and harsh his initial response had flown out of him. 

“You just seem a little tense.” You explain, your eyes softening as you try to catch his gaze, “I really won’t take any offence if you want to rest instead.” Chan just shakes his head, his fist clenching and unclenching, his gaze never turning towards you, his leg bouncing nervously. 

“Chan…” You hum, your brain racking itself to find a reason why he might be acting like this. Usually your movie nights were so casual you barely even bothered to make yourself look anything less than someone who just rolled out of bed, if you were feeling energetic you might brush your hair, but you both assumed you would fall asleep on the couch at some point so usually your didn’t bother with putting in effort but tonight felt different, something felt off. 

You could feel the moment everything clicked in your head, the way he was holding himself, the nervous way he snuck glances every now and then, the way his eyes popped a bit at your pyjama shorts and extra large t-shirt. “Is this about the sex, Chan?” You can see the colour drain from his face as you ask the question, and then the red immediately take it’s place, his ears flaming red as his head whips towards you, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to find something to say. 

“Did you think Mingyu wouldn’t tell me about your study session the other day?” You tilt your head to the side, a smug smile growing on your face as you turn your body to face him a bit more, “I don’t mean to make you so nervous.” You hum, lifting yourself onto your knees on the cushion, your body facing him completely now as his cheeks burn brightly. 

Chan watches you move before turning his gaze back to the Netflix Home Screen, the movie not even started yet but his gaze is locked on the screen, looking anywhere but you. “What can I do to make you less nervous?” You ask quietly, you want to reach for him so badly, to put his mind at ease, but you stop yourself, keeping your palms placed on your legs as you wait for his answer. His gaze turns towards the front door of the apartment like he’s waiting for someone to pop through and yell ‘ you’ve been punk’d’ but when the door doesn’t burst open he seems to let out a shaky sigh. 

“Chan?” You call his attention back to you, your patience is fired today as one of your hands reaches out, your fingers sliding softly against his jaw, turning his head to face you, “Answer the question.” You insist, his eyes balking at your request. 

He swallows roughly, his jaw clenching and unclenching against your palm, his breathing uneven as you keep his gaze locked with yours. “I’m not experienced.” He admits softly, almost through gritted teeth like he had to force the confession out. “I don’t really know what people like, I don’t even..” He pauses and you wait, patiently, your palm sliding from his face to settle back in your lap. “I don’t even know what I like.” He admits, the second confession of the night softening your expression. 

The honesty settles between the two of you and you can feel Chan about to pull away from you again, embarrassed that he said the words out loud, “Hey…” You murmur, your smile soft as you try to give him space to think, “thank you for telling me.” You can tell he wants to wave it off, maybe turn it into a joke so that you’ll stop looking at him like that. 

“We could go slow?” You suggest softly, “have you ever heard of the traffic light system?” His brows pinch, the confusion evident on his face as he echoes, 

“Traffic light?” 

“We use the colours to determine where you’re at, like green means good, keep going” you start to explain a reassuring smile on your lips, “or yellow means slow down” you add, before finishing “and red means stop.” He seems to take in your words, his mind racing as he runs through all the possibilities, “You’d be in complete control, whatever you say goes, no questions asked.” You reassure him one more time. He watches you for a moment longer, before he nods…slow, careful. 

“Okay.” His breathing is still a little fast, but there’s something steadier in his shoulders, almost relaxed. 

“You’ve watched porn before, right?” The question slips out maybe a bit too blunt by the way his ears flare red again but he just nods. 

“Chill, I’m not judging.” A quiet laugh slips out of you as you shift a little closer to him. “What did you like? Did anything stand out?” You watch as he nods, then shakes his head, then nods again like he’s not sure what to admit, he hesitates, his gaze dropping to the hands in your lap before flicking back up to your face. 

“It’s…” He exhales a long breath, seeming to give himself a little pep talk before speaking, “It’s hot when the girls on top.” Your brows lift just a fraction. 

“Yeah?” You asked and his little nods confirms it, more confident in his answer, even if his face is still flushed. “We can do that.” You hum softly, shuffling forwards on your knees, you give him a moment, watching him, waiting for him to say red, to pull back, to show any signs of discomfort, as you lift your leg, your knee brushing his thigh as you swing it over his, settling just barely over his thighs, your weight hovering waiting for a reaction before settling on his legs, just far enough away that he can throw his hands up if he panics. 

His hands still clenched firmly at his sides, but they lift slightly, not sure what to do, where to grab. You slide your palms gently against the backs of his hands, his fingers relaxing uncurling from their positions as you lift them higher pulling them towards you a little. When they settle against the sides of your hips, they flex a little his grip tightening, settling against the soft fabric of your shorts. 

You hands run up the back of his arms, slowly teasing the bare skin, goosebumps rising as your hands pass, you hands pausing as they reach his shoulders, the muscles tense and bunched under your touch. “This…” you start slowly, his eyes locked on yours, “is the part where you kiss me.” Chan let’s out a shaky breath, hesitating for a split second, overthinking again, and you’re about to reassure him it’s okay to go slow when he leans forwards, his body folding a bit, his fingers digging into your hips as his lips meet yours. 

The kiss starts soft, testing, experimenting, maybe he’s giving you a chance to pull away, or maybe himself but the moment nothing happens it’s like a fire is lit underneath him. There’s weight behind it now, his hands heavy on your hips as his lips move against yours. 

The kiss is practiced, his hands not daring to move from where you placed them on your hips, but they knead gently against the flesh there, your hands drifting up to his jaw to pull him tighter against you. A small groan rumbles from his chest when he feels your tongue tease against his, his kisses turn ferocious, this was obviously something he was experienced in, his mouth matching yours, his hands daring to dip further around to your ass, squeezing a little as he pulls your closer to his body. 

“Colour?” You question as your pull your lips away from his, your chest heaving a little, the breath being stolen from you, as you pepper your kisses across his jaw, your teeth skimming at the sharp curve. 

“Green, really really green.” You’re sure he can feel your smile against the skin of his throat as your kisses drift lower, his head thrown back a little to give you room, your fingernails dragging down his chest until the reach the tie of his sweatpants, you feel him swallow against your mouth, your hands settling there for just a moment to see what he does before you’re pulling at the ties. 

“Yellow…” He croaks out. Your hands pause, fiddling with the ties but not pulling at them anymore as you lean back, settling against his thighs, your brow raised in question. 

“Why is it yellow?” You ask softly, watching as his chest raises and falls, his pupils blown, his lips wet. “You have to talk to me, Chan.” You continue when you see him hesitate. 

“What if you don’t like the way I look?” Your brows pinch in confusion, Chan beating you to it as he starts to speak again, “I’ve seen Mingyu, you’ve seen Mingyu, he’s…” He hesitates for just a moment before choking out, “huge.” You can’t help the bubble of laughter that leaves you, surprised by the honesty yet again. 

“I’m sorry…” you apologise, “I shouldn’t laugh. I’ve just never heard anyone give Mingyu that kind of credit before.” Chan’s smile is embarrassed but he keeps his eyes on you as you think. “We could try something a bit unorthodox?” You asks softly, your hands retreating from his body, his eyes shooting down to them almost like he’s disappointed. 

“What?” He asks. 

“I could be blindfolded?” You say, “If you’re worried about how you look then we can switch things around..” 

Chan blinks at you, “You would be blindfolded?” He repeats like he’s not entirely sure he heard you correctly. You nod, shifting just a little more in his lap, not moving away but not crowding him either, wanting to give him space to think. 

“Mhm.” You hum, “You can still see me, you are still in control, I just don’t…see you.” His brows raise a little, his fingers digging into your hips again. 

“You’d do that?” He asks, quiet now. 

“Of course, I want you to be comfortable, relaxed.” Your words seem to land, his shoulders dropping a fraction like he just realised how tense he really was, his gaze flicking over your face like he’s trying to find the words between the lines. “Or we can stop, if it’s going too fast.” 

There’s a beat, a split second of silence before he’s shaking his head. 

“I don’t want to stop.” He admits. The silence stretches again, this time thicker, more charged, as your hand reaches for the claw clip at the back of your head, the plastic releasing your hair as you bring it around to show him. You don’t give him much time to think as you place it in his lap, your hands reaching for the hem of your shirt. 

“Colour?” You ask as you lift the fabric slowly, giving him just a glance of your stomach, before pausing waiting for his answer. 

“Green.” He confirms, his eyes locked onto each inch of skin you expose, as your shirt continues to raise, slowly being pulled up and over your head. Chan’s jaw almost drops as he takes in your now completely naked torso, your breast bouncing in place as you settle the shirt against his lap. You almost laugh at the drool that seems to be gathering in his mouth. 

“You can touch, if you want.”  Your words are like a gift, his hands hesitantly leaving your hips, your nipples pebbling in the cold air as you wait for him to touch you. His fingers are featherlight as they smooth over your skin, his hands reaching up to cup your breasts so softly it barely feels like he’s touching them, a soft sigh leaving you at the heat of his hands against your skin. 

“Remember you’re in control.” You remind him as you lift your clip placing it between your teeth as you lift your shirt and wrap it around your head, covering your eyes completely, using the clip to secure it at the back of your head. You hands drop back to your sides as you wait for him to make the first move, and you sit blindfolded, shirtless and completely in his grasp while you wait. 

You let out a soft moan as you feel him shift beneath you, his hands a little firmer on your chest as his mouth closes over one of your nipples, the sensation overwhelming with the inability to see what is happening. He drags his teeth over your nipple dragging another moan out of you before releasing your tit with a pop and moving to the next one. 

Your hands slide up his thighs, beneath you, reaching for the loose drawstrings before settling on the waistband of his sweats. “Colour, Chan?” You have to force the words out, your throat tight as he sucks on your breasts, his words vibrating against your skin as he lets out a muffled “Green” against your chest. 

One of your hands pulls on the waistband on his pants while the other dips beneath the fabric surprised to find, naked pulsing flesh instead of underwear. Chan lets out a guttural groan his mouth releasing your nipple as your hands closes around his rock hard dick. 

“Colour?” 

“Gr—fuck—green.” He confirms, his eyes squeezing shut his body falling back against the couch cushions, his hands finding your hips again. You move your hand slowly, tentatively as your squeeze him from the base to the tip, smoothing your thumb over the head, gathering drop of him before sliding back down to the base. 

“Holy shit.” He curses out, his thighs tensing under you deliciously as they graze against your core. 

“Have you ever gotten a hand job before, Chan?” You asks teasingly, your hand jerking up and down, up and down, as his chest sucks in deep breaths. His head shakes a vigorous ‘no’, as you continue. “Does it feel like this when you jerked  yourself off during our video call?” You ask, Chan’s eyes blinking open, his pupils dilating as the light hits them, his mouth falling open on a silent groan. 

“It’s so much better.” He admits and you smile, pulling your hand out of his pants, your smile widening at his whine at the missing contact, a pout on his face as you lift yourself off him, perching on the cushion besides him, his body wanting to chase after yours. 

“Take your pants off.” You say, your eyes still hidden behind the makeshift blindfold, but you feel him shifting on the couch, the rustling of fabric, and the long groan he lets out as his cock is freed from his pants. “Don’t touch yourself.” You hiss, the clear sound of skin on skin hitting your ears. 

You can head when his hand drops onto the cushion, just grazing your bare knee as your hands reach out for him, meeting the bare skin on his legs with a pleased hum. “Colour?”  

“Green…” He says and you can almost hear the words he wants to add onto the end of his sentence, “Please touch me again.” He pleads, his hands reaching out for you again, grazing against your thigh and digging into the flesh there. 

You can feel his eyes burning against the side of your face as you raise your hand to your mouth, hovering slightly as you spit into your hand. “Jesus fucking Christ.” Chan grunts, his breath stalling as your wrap your hand around him again. 

Your hand works faster this time, the pressure firmer, his fingers on your thigh telling you everything you need to know, the way he’s grabbing you sure to leave bruises. “Green, I’m so green…” Chan chants like it’s the only thing holding him together, his dick getting firmer in your hand, “Please just don’t stop.” He whines as your thumb smooths over his tip again. 

Despite his earlier insecurities about his size compared to Mingyu, he’s heavy in your hand, a little shorter than your boyfriend but thicker than the average man, your fingers wrap around him like he was made to fit in your hand. You lean forwards your breasts pressing against his arm as your whisper in his ear, “Will you come for me?” He just hums his response, his hips bucking into your moving hand. 

“Can I watch you come all over my hand?” You asks softly, your teeth grazing against his earlobe, “What colour if I watch, Chan?” You can feel him hesitate for a second, before his hand moves off your thigh, moving around to the back of your head and releasing the clip from the shirt, the fabric falling from around your head. 

“You can watch.” He says, his voice gravelly, his head falling back again as you squeeze him. Your eyes take a moment to adjust to the light before dropping to the thick, pulsing cock in your hand. Okay he was much bigger than you were expecting. 

His whole body is flushed, tensing as you lean over his cock, letting another drop of spit escape your mouth, dripping straight onto his cock, quickly getting smoothed over the flesh by your hand. “I think I’m going to die.” He hisses as he watches you, watching him. 

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You smile at him, his own shy smile returning. 

“It was meant to be.” You can feel the way his eyes rake down you, locking onto your naked breasts before shooting back to your face. “I can’t believe this is happening, I’m so close...” He cries out. 

“Come for me, Channie.” The second the words leave your mouth you feel the hot white cum hit your hand, his arm thrown over his eyes as he lets out a deep growl, your hand continuing to work him up and down, milking every last drop. “Good boy.” You praise, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw, your hand slowing it’s movements as his body melts into the couch. 

His breathing is ragged as you pull your hand off him, his cock still half hard as it flops against his abdomen, some of the cum from your hand falling onto his white shirt. “I’ll be right back.” You whisper, using your clean hand to smooth some of his hair away from his face. You slide off the couch, some prickles of numbness spreading over your legs from sitting on your knees for too long, but the feeling fades as you make your way into the bathroom, washing your hands and soaking a face washer in some warm water. 

You slip your shirt back over your head as you return to the couch sitting on the edge of the cushion before gently smoothing the warm cloth over his cock, cleaning the mix of spit and cum off his skin before dabbing at the liquid staining his shirt. 

“You might want to wash that asap.” You grumble when the liquid sinks further into the material. Chan is visibly tapped out on the couch, and your discard the cloth to the side as you reach down for his sweats, taking the time to tuck each foot into the leg before pulling them up and over his thighs. “Lift your hips.” You coo, smiling as he listens lifting his hips a little so you can pull his pants into place, a overstimulated whine leaving him as you carefully tuck his soft cock back into the fabric. 

“Sorry.” You apologise quietly, before settling onto the cushion besides him, his arm still thrown over his eyes but his breathing slowing as you reach to play with the tips of his hair. 

“Colour?” You ask softly, and he lets out a raspy chuckle as he finally drops his arm from his face, the limb falling into you lap. 

“Neon green.” He mumbles and you nod, pleased. 

“So, are we still on for Spiderman?” 

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“Baby? Are you in here?” You hear mingyu’s voice call from the closed bathroom door, and you hum in response, the warm water soothing some of the tension in your body, your head flicking up as your head the door open and close softly, your boyfriend leaning against it with crossed arm, a please smile on his face as he looks over your naked body. 

“Cheol just message that Chan is home safe.” He relays and you nod, your hands rubbing over your burning skin, the heat rising as he looks over you again. It’s like he can see the pleading in your eyes as he begins to stip off his clothes, his tanned skin making you drool a little. “How was the movie marathon?” Mingyu asks as he slides his pants off, stepping into the shower, your back hitting the cold tile wall as you make room for him to step under the stream. 

“Good, Spiderman is always my favourite.” You respond, your head tilted back against the wall as you look up at his face. 

“Hmm, and the other stuff?” He asks his eyes meeting yours, burning with fire that only means one thing. 

“It was okay, he was so nervous, I was scared I was going to break him.” You admit, a sigh leaving you as your boyfriend pushes his hot body against yours, the feel of his burning skin touching yours making pebbles rise on your skin, “We didn’t do much, just jerked him off and watched some movies.” You admit, mingyu’s head dropping to press into the crook of your neck, his hum vibrating on your skin. 

He presses a slow kiss against your neck before dropping another one an inch below it, and then another, and another. “You feel tense?” He questions against your skin, a groan leading your as his hand wrap around your hips, holding you against the wall, as his kisses make their way back up to your jaw, “you’re supposed to be getting something out of this too, you know?” He hisses as he lifts his face away from your neck, one of his hands sliding up your wet body from your hip until it sits comfortably against your throat, not squeezing, just sitting firm against you, forcing your head back a little further. 

“Are they not satisfying you?” He asks and you lets out a shaky breath. 

“They are.” 

Squeeze. 

“I think you’re lying to me.” He hisses again. 

“It’s not their fault.” 

Squeeze. 

Your mouth falls open, his smile teasing as he leans forwards to catch your lips with his, his kiss scorching hot, his hand squeezing against your throat one more time before sliding back down your body, pausing at your hip for a moment before moving more central, his finger tips teasing the tip of your overly sensitive nub. 

He pulls his mouth away from yours, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek before leaning back a little to look at his hand between the two of you. “You’re so wet.” He hums, pleased. 

“We are in the shower.” You tease and he gives you a warning stare before his fingers dip lower, sliding between your folds, wasting no time dipping into you. 

“Fuck, Mingyu.” You whine, your hand latching onto his wrist, as if you could stop his movements, as if you wanted to. His other hand holds you steady against the wall as his fingers pump in and out of you. 

“Who hasn’t pleased you, princess?” His question is simple, and you know you should answer but you don’t want to embarrass his friends. You can feel his fingers slowing inside of you, his thumb just inches away from your bud as you frown at yourself. 

There’s nothing wrong with being a little selfish, is there?

“Hoshi.” You force out, Mingyu’s fingers picking up their pace again. 

“And?” He prods.

“Dino.” You confirm, somehow using their stage names makes it feel like less of a betrayal. 

“Good girl.” He growls into your ear, his thumb pressing down against your clit, his fingers working quickly your orgasm hitting you before you can prepare yourself, your knees almost collapsing out from under you, if it wasn’t for the way Mingyu presses you into the wall with his body, his thigh slotting between your leg to keep you upright as his fingers keep pumping. 

He presses several quick kisses against your cheek when your body relaxes his fingers sliding out of you and dipping into his mouth with a satisfied smile, as you swallow hard. 

“Thank you for telling me.” He says softly, reaching up for the body wash and loofa. 

“What are you planning, gyu?” You ask and he just shakes his head. 

“Thats for me to know, and you to find out.” 

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I love play along series so much! I first read it in ap3 before it was rewritten, glad I found it here. I hope you wouldn’t mind if I maybe request if you could do a chapter for Cheol where he takes his time as he said? I feel so bad for the baby he’s so stressed 😭 no pressure though I’d love the story no matter how it goes

Don't worry there are plans for our dear Seungcheol!

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play along - the series ⎜pt 6 (rewrite)

✧ Pairings: Seventeen x Reader ⎜ Mingyu x Reader

✧ Genre: Poly AU! ⎜ Idol AU ⎜ Established Relationship ⎜ Romance ⎜

✧ Warnings: sex video ⎜nudes ⎜group chat call ⎜riding ⎜oral (f+m recieving) ⎜hair pulling ⎜ light choking (throat holding?)⎜filming sex ⎜cheol is very concerned ⎜fingering ⎜teasing ⎜edging ⎜

✧ Word Count: 4.7k

✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.

✧ Author’s Note: This is a rewrite of the original series as I wanted to try and update it a bit better in my own style, its very similar to the original at this point but I think it has a bit more pizazz - you can find a master post of the whole series here -> play along pt 1 - 10

(UNEDITED)

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Your voice wavers a little, soft but filled with nerves, as you glance down at Mingyu, his hands busy with his phone, a sly grin spread across his face. He’s spread beneath you on the mattress, his golden skin glinting in the low light of the room, only the sunset lamp on the bedside table keeping the two of you from complete darkness. His cock is buried so deep inside you, stretching you open while you wait patiently on top of him, his scheming keeping him preoccupied, one of his hands clamped on your hip to stop you from dragging against him while he sets up the phone camera. 

“What if they spread it?” You press, using your hands to fiddle with the ends of your hair, every warning you’d ever heard about sending nudes - let alone a video -  flashing like neon sirens in your head, the risk feels real, even if the temptation of Mingyu’s plan burns hot against your skin. 

“They won’t” He answers simply, gaze flicking up at you for a second, his pupils dilating as they drag down your bare body before refocusing on his phone. He says it like it’s the most obvious thing he’s ever said in his life. 

“How can you be so sure?” Your doubt cracks through, the desire to curl up into yourself sinking into your bones as a tightness coils in your chest. 

Mingyu’s lips spread in a soft smile, “I may not be the scariest person in the world, but they all know that I don’t joke about my threats.”He chuckles a little at his words, watching the way you drag your bottom lip between your teeth before adding, “Princess, none of them would ever do anything to hurt you or put you at risk.” His thumb on your hip rubs slow, reassuring circles into your skin, his brows furrowing as he watches your response, the way your body relaxes just a little your lip released from your teeth as you nod, Mingyu pressing a few more times on his phone before propping the phone against his chest. 

You swallow as he gives you a firm nod, the confirmation that he’s started recording, it takes you a few moments, both of you breathing shallow as the soft R&B playlist Mingyu put on fills the silence of the room. You let out a long breath before rolling your hips forwards, Mingyu’s grip tightening on your hip as you repeat your movements, his eyes flicking between you and the picture on his screen. Your palms spread against the planes of his abdomen, his abs clenching under your touch as your hips move a little firmer, a little faster. Your hands ground you against him as you follow the rhythm of the music, the melody controlling the slow grind of your hips, your body leaning forwards a little, your hair falling over your shoulder and brushing against the camera on his phone before his hand releases your hip to flick the strands back over your shoulder. 

“Fuck, Gyu.” You sigh in contentment, the feeling of him sliding so deep inside you making your body heat with a need for more. “I feel so full.” You hum, Mingyu smiles up at you, his phone panning from where the two of your connect, leading up your chest focusing on the slow bounce of your breasts as your movements speed up, he manages to keep your face from view as his eyes keep flicking between the screen and the real thing, his smile growing as he feels your thighs start to tremble. 

You feel him shift a little below you, his feet bracing against the mattress as his hips thrust up to meet yours, forcing you to grunt in surprise, his cock hitting deeper then you were expecting, your fingernails digging tighter into his skin. He repeats the motion a few more times, until he has you panting his hips dropping back to the bed as his hand guides you back into slow grinding, a bubble of frustration rising in your chest. 

“Who do you think of when we’re fucking, Princess?” Mingyu’s question catches you by surprise, your eyes wide as you look down at him, your hips faltering for a moment. Mingyu just grins, his hand slowly sliding up your chest, grazing against your breasts as it trail over your sternum till it sits softly against your throat, your head tilting back a little as you let out a soft whimper. 

“Is it just me?” He continues, “Or do you think of someone else when we’re together?” Your head tips back a little further when his hand squeezes lightly, a soft moan escaping you, Mingyu’s question sitting unanswered, your body choosing to chase the rising tension inside you. 

“Hoshi, maybe?” His tone is teasing as he asks, your eyes squeezing shut as your hips stutter in their movements. You let out a soft sigh as Mingyu’s chuckles. 

“What about Cheol?” You body tenses up a little, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip, the phone tilting upwards to capture your face for the first time since you both agreed to do this. 

“Wonwoo?” Mingyu adds, your eyes snapping open as you glance down at the camera, and Mingyu and his shit eating grin. You know he feels the way your pussy clenches around him by the smile that grows on his face. “Are you thinking about all of them?” 

“Mingyu.” You warn, but the words come out more like a moan then anything as sharp as you were intending. 

“You know what they’d call you, Princess?” You body falters again, your nails pinching Mingyu’s bare skin and you let out a stuttered breath, “A filthy little slut.” You can feel the coil tightening in your stomach, your shoulders slumping a little as you try to focus all your energy on keeping your hips moving, on Mingyu’s cock sliding in and out of you slowly. 

“I’m so close.” You whine softly, almost begging for Mingyu to do something, to help you fall over the edge but instead he tuts, clicking his tongue and his hand leaves your throat and slides back to your hip, pausing your movements with his firm grip. “No, please.” You hiss but you can already feel the pleasure filled ebb slowly fading. 

“I’m sorry, it’s not your turn yet.” Mingyu hums, and the dark glare you send him is enough to have him laughing, his thumb moving on his phone screen as he stops the video, “You’re gonna forgive me for this later, I promise.” Mingyu lifts himself into a sitting position, holding your body against his as he lifts to his knees before flipping the two of you over, your head falling softly against the pillows, Mingyu leaning down to press a happy kiss against your lips before sitting back up, his phone back in his hand as he makes quick work of loading the video into the group chat. 

You let out an unhappy groan as Mingyu places his phone to the side, leaning down to press soft kisses to your cheek, down your jaw until he’s sucking blooming bruises across your collarbones and chest - the sight of the swelling red marks making him smile wide as he pics up his phone again, snapping a picture before adding it to the group chat, his phone almost immediately lighting up with constant notifications. 

[✨GAY-VENTEEN✨]

SEUNGKWAN: what the actual hell is happening right now?

JOSHUA: mingyu, that better not be who I think it is. 

DK: oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god 🤭🤭

HOSHI: LMAO I didn’t think you would actually send it

CHEOL: delete this right now.

JUN: wait you didn’t let her finish…that’s so mean

JEONGHAN: I opened this in the car…a little warning would’ve been nice

VERNON: Is this AI? This shit’s getting so realistic

WOOZI: Nope, that’s definitely not AI

CHEOL: Mingyu, it isn’t appropriate to exploit your girlfriend like this.

MINGYU: it’s with her full consent, so just enjoy it 😉

HOSHI: oh trust me I am

WONWOO: ??

DINO: what am I meant to do with this? 

MINGHAO: mingyu, finish the job

Mingyu laughs at the explosion of messages on your phone, your head tilting in question when, his smile turns devilish, his eyes lighting with a new idea, your heart dropping into your stomach as you watch him fumble with his phone before pausing for a second. 

“Gyu, what are you up to?” Your eyes widen as he looks down at you seriously. 

“What do you think about something a little more personal then what we were thinking?” He turns his phone to face you briefly, pointing for just a moment to the video call button in the top corner of the group chat, your brows raising in surprise as the idea filters through your mind. Mingyu waits patiently, watching all the expressions that contort your face before you finally let out a soft nod. 

“I want to hear you say it, baby.” 

“Call them.” Mingyu’s grin widens as soon as the words leave your lips, he taps the screen without hesitation handing the phone over to you as the dial tone starts buzzing, the phone in your hands facing down your body, exposing you to anyone who picks up while Mingyu kneels in front of you waiting for the call to be answered. Your chest tightens as slowly square after square fills the screen each just a blank square until one by one faces start to fill the screen of Mingyu’s phone, and for some odd reason you’re glad they can only see your bare body and not the fiery red blush that’s taken over your cheeks. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? I’m in public.” Jeonghan curses, making quick work of shoving AirPods into his ears, angling himself away from any prying eyes. Seungkwan’s next, his hand slapping over his mouth and his eyes widening as he takes in the view on the screen, his brows pinching together in confusion. “Holy shit—” The words are muffled behind his palm. 

Hoshi laughter is loud and unashamed as his eyes trail over his screen, your gaze moving to take in the reaction of each of the members, your eyes stopping on the deep frown on Seungcheol’s face as he pops into view, deep lines digging between his brows as he lets out a low growl. 

“Mingyu this is ridiculous.” He hisses, one of his hands lifting to wipe at his face before his voice suddenly turns soft, cautious. “Pretty Girl you don’t have to do this, you can hang up if you really want to.” Mingyu ignores his leader completely, his gaze daring you to say something as he drops from his knees onto his stomach his head settling between your open thighs, his arms curling around them to keep them steady against the mattress. 

You hold to phone steady, even as your breathing turns ragged, your eyes no longer on Mingyu’s phone but looking down towards him, watching as his breath ghosts over where you want him the most. The phone in your hands turns eerily quiet as Mingyu presses soft kisses against your thighs, one of your hands leaving the grip you have on the phone to press over you mouth, not wanting the soft whine to escape. 

“Tell them you want this.” Mingyu whispers against your skin, “Tell them you wanted them to see.” He adds, his teeth digging into your soft flesh as your breath stutters. You glance back at the phone screen, each face paused, waiting, silence filling the room as everyone waits for your words. 

“I want this.” You sigh softly as Mingyu’s tongue slides to the very apex of your thighs, your muscles contracting under his firm hold, “I wanted you all to see.” Mingyu seems to be pleased with your answer, responding with his tongue over your swollen cunt, a sharp whine escaping you, followed by a string of soft curses from the phone. 

The phone is heavy in your hand, the weight of everyone watching this pressing on you as Mingyu flattens his tongue against you fully, his arms the only thing keeping your thighs open, the only thing giving the twelve men on the line a clear view on his tongue delving between your folds. Any restraint the others had breaks the instance your back arches from the bed, Mingyu’s tongue slipping inside of you with a wet sound. 

“Holy Fuck.” Vernon’s curse breaks the silence, half laughing in disbelief, half groaning. 

“God, she sounds so—” Woozi has to cut himself off, his voice a rougher hiss then usual, his eyes trained on his screen, scared of blinking and missing a moment. Jun leans closer to his camera, the role slipping over him easily, the two of you being in similar positions not long ago. 

“Fingers in his hair, sweet girl.” He says into the phone, watching as your hand moves from your mouth to slide down your own body, and into Mingyu’s hair, his soft locks curling around your fingers. “Give it a good tug, let him know you like what he’s doing.” You follow the direction, tugging on Mingyu’s hair, a low moan escaping you as your boyfriend’s groan vibrates through your pussy. 

His nose bumps your clit, your legs fighting against his hold to slap shut, a whine slipping out of you as Mingyu raises his gaze, his eyes locking with yours, the shining wetness on his face catching the low light. “I can’t believe this is actually happening.” Seungkwan’s panicked voice crackles through the speaker. 

“Shut up and watch.” Hoshi snaps back, his voice amused, the grin never leaving his face. Mingyu lets out a low growl against your before his tongue is plunging in harder, faster, his lips making a seal around your clit and sucking, your breath stolen right from your chest. You press your lips together, trying to stop the almost scream that escapes you, the effort making Mingyu chuckle. 

“She’s being so good, trying to stay so quiet for you all.” Mingyu teases, and you think the flush rising in your body must almost be the same colour as your face as you whine. 

“Gyu, please.” Mingyu obliges your begging, his mouth meeting you again as the coil in your abdomen tightens and tightens until you feel like your whole body is going to break in half. Your back arching sharply, the fingers in Mingyu’s hair the only keeping you grounded as you let out a sob of release, Mingyu drinking up every drop that escapes you. 

“She’s so fucking beautiful like this.” Minghao says, the rest of the boys falling in silence as they watch Mingyu pull away from your cunt, your chest heaving as he kisses his way back up to you. His large hand slides the phone from your grip as your arm collapses on the bed besides you, his body only leaving yours for just a moment, propping the phone up on the bedside table, the front camera taking in the sight of you and your boyfriend on the mattress, your eyes squeezed shut as you try to steady your heart. 

“Another one.” Wonwoo’s deep rumble cuts through the speaker, the first time he has spoken, his square still a dark black, his face no where to be seen but his demand is enough for Mingyu. He sits back on his knees, your legs thrown on either side of his body as his fingers dip low, gathering up your slick before pushing into you at once, another sob escaping you as one of your hands reaches down to grip his wrist. 

“Can you hear how desperate she is? How close she is to falling apart?” Mingyu says softly, his fingers dragging out of you before pushing back in. “And she never complains - she knows how good it’ll feel in the end.” Mingyu adds, the only other sound the deep breathing of the others through the phone. 

“Come on, Mingyu, stop teasing her.” Hoshi cuts in, “I want to see her face when she comes this time.” Your eyes snap open, your head lolling to the side locking onto the phone screen facing you, your cheeks a flushed pink and your lips swollen as Mingyu lets out a soft laugh, his fingers not wasting anytime in building your orgasm back up, his thumb tapping against your clit. The orgasm rips through you with brutal force, your legs pinning Mingyu between them, your hands scrunching desperately in the sheets as the only sound you can make is soft pants, your head pushing back against the pillows. 

“Oh fuck,” Jun groans, his camera jolting slightly.

“Holy shit,” Jeonghan mutters, his voice low, almost strangled.

“This is insane,” Vernon breathes.

“Goddammit—” Seungkwan whines.

“Mingyu, this isn’t—” Seungcheol voice cuts through the rest, his tone deep with warning as he pauses before adding, “Pretty Girl, please I’m begging you to end the call.” Your head just shakes slowly, Seungcheol voice responding again. “Please, you shouldn’t let us see you like this.” 

“You can hang up if you don’t want to see me like this.” The words slip out before you can second guess them, everyone pausing, holding their breath while waiting for their leader to respond, but all you get is a mumbled ‘fuck’. “You haven’t ended the call, Cheol.” You start again, your head turning on the pillows to face the phone, a tired smile spreading on your face. “So I think apart of you wants to see this as much as everyone else does.” Mingyu has never been so proud to watch you share your thoughts - one of the only times he’s ever truly seen you stick to your guns. 

You take a deep breath before reaching your hand to grip Mingyu’s chin, pulling his face down to yours, his hands slapping against the pillows beside your head as his body moulds against yours. The others forgotten for a moment when his lips meet yours, the two of you completely caught up in each other, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair splayed out beneath you, your teeth dragging along his bottom lip before sucking on it softly. 

You legs wrapping tight around his waist, your hands leaving his face to sling over his shoulders, digging into the defined planes of his back before you push yourself against him, the two of you slowly rolling until you’re back in the same positions you were when this whole experience started, your pelvis pressed against his, your hands braced on his abdomen when you pull away, sitting up fully, your breasts bouncing as you shake your hair back over your shoulders. 

“My turn.” You hum, one of your index fingers drawing soft shapes against the rigid places of Mingyu’s abdomen. Mingyu’s lies flat against the pillows, his chest rising steadily beneath you, your thighs perched on either side of his waist, his hands soft against your things while you look down at him, unsure, you’ve never really been in this position before. 

“What should I do, Gyu?” The question slips out quietly, Mingyu barely registering it before clocking the nervous expression on your face, his hands rubbing gently against your thighs. It’s not often you have Mingyu like this, patient, waiting, letting you take full control. 

His lips curl into that familiar sly grin, his tone soft but loud enough for everyone to hear him. “Anything you want, baby.” Your hands pause against his stomach, his words continuing. “Ask them what they want you to do to me.” He says and everything seems to freeze for a moment, “Ask them what they want you to do to them.” Your breathing stutters, but the idea coils something inside you, slowly you turn your attention to the phone, eleven faces and a black square looking back at you as you tilt your head in question. 

You know they heard what he said. 

The effect is immediate, an audible shift in the line, sharp inhales, the scraping of someone’s chair but for a moment no one speaks until Minghao’s voice rings through the speaker. “Hold his throat, the way he held yours.” He says carefully, “Show him what it feels like to not be the one in control.” You glance down at Mingyu, his Adams apple bobbing like he’s already imagining it, his head tilting back to give you his bare throat, your hand sliding up his torso carefully before gently wrapping around the soft skin, his pulse thrumming against your fingers as he lets out a soft sigh, your hand squeezing just enough that his breath turns into a groan. 

“Fuck,” He curses, “just like that, baby.” Minghao’s request is almost completely forgotten as Hoshi’s energetic voice cuts through the speaker. 

“Suck him off.” He suggests shamelessly, his grin almost infectious as you glance over at the phone before back down at your boyfriend, “Surely he deserves a reward for treating you so well.” Mingyu groans loudly at the thought, his hip twitching against the bed, even though you’re nowhere near his cock. 

“Don’t give it to him too easily, make him bed first.” Woozi hisses, his tone almost angry as he watches on. Mingyu doesn’t need to be told twice, his eyes locking with yours. 

“Please baby, I’ll do anything, take anything you’ll give me. You’d just have to breathe on me and I’d say thank you.” For someone who doesn’t beg often, Mingyu sure is good at it, his voice a high whine as he speaks, his fingers digging into your plush flesh. “I’d do anything, even humiliate myself in front of my friends just to feel your lips on my cock.” You can’t help the small bubble of laughter that escapes you at his honesty, but everything is paused by Seungcheol’s words. 

“You can suck him off, but he doesn’t get to touch you.” His tone is serious as he speaks, his frown tights on his face, “He doesn’t deserve to touch you after everything he’s done, he doesn’t move a muscle until you say so.” Seungcheol continues, everyone else falling quiet as you nod slowly. 

“You heard him, Gyu.” Your hands move to grip his wrists, lifting his hands until they curl around the top of the headboard, his nod assuring you he’s happy to keep his hands there, willing to do anything you ask. 

“I’ll be good, just please touch me.” Mingyu begs again, and the call echos with soft, tense laughter as they watch you shuffle down the body of their friends, perching on your knees as you take his cock in one hand, slowly sliding up and down his length as you let a small trail of spit drip from your mouth onto the tip of his cock, your hand quickly collecting it to drag down his length. 

Mingyu’s body is already trembling a little as he watches your movements, his hands still firm on the headboard as you lowers your mouth to him, your tongue slowly dragging up the underside of his cock. “Oh fuck.” He curses, your lips just barely wrapping around his tip before pulling off with a pop, your hand still moving up and down in slow movements. 

“Is it weird if that I want to get off to this?” Joshua’s voice cuts through the silence, a smile growing on your face as you shake your head. Joshua seems to think for a moment before adding, “Is it okay if we do?” It takes you a moment to realise the question is directed at you, your eyes widening for a moment before your head starts nodding. 

“Go for it.” The words fall from your lips with a wicked kind of ease, the silence that follows is thick, just long enough for you to think you said the wrong thing, but then it breaks, split by muffled curses and low groans through the speakers. The rustling of fabric a zipper being dragged down and the clinking of a belt being undone. Someone, woozi you think, let’s out a hisses curse before his mic cuts off entirely. 

Mingyu’s breaths are coming in faster, his chest rising and falling as his cock twitches in your hand, “Fuck baby, you’re really going to let them—” He pauses as you drag your tongue against his tip again, a whine slipping out instead. Your lips part and you finally wrap them around him, sliding him into your mouth slowly, inch by inch, until the head of his cock presses against the back of your throat, the muscles contracting around him as his knuckles turn white with his grip against the head board. 

The wet sound of you pulling your mouth back off him fills the room, “Fuck, I’ve never seen someone look so good with a cock in their mouth.” Hoshi spits out, and you glance at the phone with a smile while you stroke Mingyu’s shaft, enjoying dragging things out. 

“Please, baby, Please.” Mingyu begs again, and you decide to oblige him, taking him back into your mouth until your nose brushes his pelvis, your hands on his hips to stop them from thrusting up into your mouth and you pull back and suck him straight back in. Your cheeks hollow, spit dripping down his cock as you continue to suck him off, your hands holding him steady as you move, pulling back when he lets out a whine, a trail of spit connecting your mouth and his cock, your hand making quick work of smearing the spit back over his cock. 

“Don’t stop now, swallow everything he gives you.” Wonwoo’s dark voice says, your head nodding as you bend back down, taking Mingyu into your mouth quickly this time, your head bobbing as the wet sounds fill the air, one of your hands remaining at the base, holding him as you let your tongue drag along his length until his breath is being pulled from his lungs. 

“Baby please, I can’t—” Mingyu’s chest is heaving, his eyes squeezed shut as his hands stay against the headboard fighting every fibre in his being to reach out for you, to force you all the way down his cock until you’re choking on him. “I can’t hold it, I’m so close.” He cries as you continue to bob up and down. The call if filled with ragged noises, groans, curses and someone’s stuttered breath as you slide a hand back up his body, only just being able to wrap it around his throat and give a tight squeeze. 

That’s all it take for Mingyu to come, his hot cum sliding down your throat as you suck him all the way in, relaxes as much as possible, making sure not to miss a drop. Mingyu whines your name, begging to be able to touch you, his lips pouting, the call picking up every sound, the obscene gulps you take to swallow everything, the way Mingyu can barely breath until you finally pull off his with a slick pop, your spit shining against his cock as you sit back on your knees, your lips swollen and glistening as you glance down at your boyfriend, his hands finally releasing the headboard to slap against the mattress. 

Mingyu doesn’t waste a second, turning on the mattress to reach for his phone, his hands a little shaky as he speaks into the call, “Bye pervs, she’s all mine now.” The call is ended, the screen turning dark as he chucks the device to the side launching himself at you, his arms dragging you back up his body, his lips pressing soft kisses on your cheeks, your nose, your lips and in your hair as you let out a soft giggle. “They don’t get this part.” He hums as you slump against him, your hand folding over his chest to rest under your chin as you glance up at him, his hands running softly over the bare skin of your back. 

“I’ve never seen you like that before.” He mumbles, but his tone is pleased, his eyes shining with pride. “You ruined me.” He adds, his big hand smoothing your hair away from your face. He’s flipping the two of you over before you can even respond, his lips catching yours in a soul snatching kiss, his fingers threaded in your hair as he groans against your mouth. 

“God, I love you so much.” There is no one watching, no one sharing this moment, just you and him. 

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heyyyy, do you intend to update the “just peachy” story?? i loooooveeed and was wondering if it would have a second part!!

(sorry if i wrote something wrong! English isn’t my firts language)

I am in the process of rewriting it atm - I'm struggling to get it juuuuuuust right but it will be posted eventually!

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hii for the play along series, is it possible to have all the individually posted parts linked in the series masterlist? i see that all the parts are posted there together, but having to scroll to find the part i want to reread feels a bit overwhelming (e.g. wanted to reread part 4 to refresh my brain before reading part 5 that you just updated)

no worries regardless, just thought i'd ask if you'd be okay with that~

Hiya! I’ve just updated my series master list and the WIP page which you can find in my navigation or bio!

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play along - the series ⎜pt 5 (rewrite)

✧ Pairings: Seventeen x afab!Reader ⎜ Seungcheol x afab!Reader ⎜ Mingyu x afab!Reader

✧ Genre: Poly AU! ⎜ Idol AU ⎜ Established Relationship ⎜ Romance ⎜

✧ Warnings: mentions of cheol being stressed ⎜ make out session ⎜ not much really ⎜

✧ Word Count: 4.8k

✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.

✧ Author’s Note: This is a rewrite of the original series as I wanted to try and update it a bit better in my own style, you can find a master post of the whole series here -> play along pt 1 - 10

(UNEDITED)

It had been five days since your night with Jun and Hao.

Five days since you told Mingyu that things might need to slow down a little. 

Five days of wishing you didn’t say anything at all. Mingyu was true to his word, things had slowed down, had almost ground to a complete halt, even though you’d tried, in little ways, to show him you were okay. To show him maybe you didn’t need everything to stop completely… he’d kept his distance. Polite. Careful. Always checking in, but never pushing, a part of you hated how considerate he was being, the other part hated yourself for wanting more.

“Good Morning, Baby.” Mingyu’s voice was still croaky, his hair a frazzled mess on top of his head as he pushes himself up against you, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist, his head dipping to rest on your shoulder as he glances down at the omelette in the pan. 

“Morning.” You chime back softly, your head leaning to the side a little to make more room for his to press in against yours. Mingyu stays pressed against you for a long time, his arms heavy around your waist and his chest warm against the thin cotton of your t-shirt. It was the kind of hold that made it difficult to move, not because you couldn’t but because no fibre in your being wanted him to let you go. 

Mingyu had always had this way of anchoring you, of making every part of you ease against him without a second thought. “You should really go back to bed, you only got home a few hours ago.” You whisper into the silent morning, though your words held no weight, your body melting further into him. Mingyu had flown back from a photoshoot in Japan late last night, only shuffling into your apartment a few hours before the sun would rise, his body landing heavily in the bed next to you. 

“Why would I want to be in bed?” Mingyu chuckles softly, his warm breath tickling your neck, goosebumps raising over your arms. 

“I don’t know, jet lag?” You say with a shrug, trying to plan indifferent to the way your stomach flutters as his arms tighten around you, his mouth moving just besides your ear. 

“Baby, jet lag means nothing if the other option is to hold you like this.” Your lips quirk a little at his sentence, but you manage to keep quiet, focusing on the slow rise and fall of his chest against your spine. Your silence hung comfortably between the two of you, your focus straining to stay on the omelette in front of you, especially when Mingyu shifts a little, his head turning to press the softest of kisses just below your ear. 

That’s all it was, one simple, fleeting kiss and then he paused, waiting, waiting for you to pull away for you to tell him it was too much and his patient waiting was what broke any remaining shame inside yourself. 

You set the spatula down, turning slowly in his hold, Mingyu immediately loosening his grip to give you room to move, his hands moving from being clasped together to leaning gently on the counter behind you, his eyes catching yours as they search in question. He blinked at you sleepily, his messy hair falling into his eyes, lips parted like he was already trying to form an apology. 

“Gyu.” You start slowly, your hands moving to brace against his forearms before slowly sliding up the bare skin until they slide up and over his shoulders, lacing together behind his neck. “I know I said I wanted to slow down, but you know I didn’t mean from you, right?” The words hit him like a stone dropped into still water. His eyes widened, his entire body pausing like he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right. His fingers twitched against the counter, grip faltering, like he was caught between holding steady or holding onto you instead.  

“You—” He swallowed, brow furrowing, his voice low and careful. “You said—” You can see the way his mind in running a million miles an hour, his brows pinching in focus as your hands release each other to slowly brush the underside of his jaw, one of them pausing against his cheek as he leans into the contact. 

“I know what I said.” You cut in gently, thumb stroking against the sharp line of his cheekbone, a soft smile on your face, your eyes locked on his as you try to reassure him. “And I meant it then. Some things with that night with Jun and Hao… it felt like a lot, and I panicked. But I never meant from you.” 

His throat bobbed, eyes dark and searching. “I didn’t want to risk pushing you too far. I thought giving you space was what you needed.”

“You did what you thought was best,” you admitted softly, your heart twisting because he always did. “And I love you for it. But Mingyu, I feel like I’m suffocating without you.” The relief that swept across his face nearly undid you. His shoulders sagged, and for a moment he looked like he could breathe again like he was holding it in for the past five days. But beneath the relief was still the flicker of doubt. 

He leaned further into your palm, his voice a little rough as he speaks, “Baby, I just want what’s best for you, even if that means keeping my hands to myself for a little bit. Even if a little bit means weeks, or months, I can wait.” The pleading way he looks at you, the way he barely blinks as he watches your reactions, breaks something inside of you. “I just need you to promise me you’re not saying this because you think it’s what I want to hear.” You shake your head firmly, stepping in closer until your chest brushed his.

“Gyu, I wouldn’t be saying any of this if I wasn’t sure. I want to try things again, but I want you back first.” You’d think Mingyu had been off at war with the way the two of you were talking, the way everything seemed to pause for a moment while you both stare at each other. “I missed you.” The last words cracked, and you hadn’t meant for them to, you didn’t mean for this to become so dramatic but the two of you had a way of making even the little things feel big and they made something in him snap. His arms closed around you instantly, crushing you to his chest, as he bent down and kissed your hair, your forehead, the top of your nose, like he couldn’t decide where to start.

“I missed you too, princess.” His words were muffled into your skin, his lips pressing hurried kisses to every inch of your face he could reach, but the sincerity in them hit you deep in your chest. He held you like he was scared you might vanish if he loosened his grip, his broad hands splayed across your back, palms warm and trembling slightly against the thin fabric of your t-shirt.

“I don’t need you to be careful with me, just a little slower.” A strangled laugh escaped him, his hand raising to mimic your position on his face, his thumb brushing over the edge of your jaw as if he needed to remind himself you were real.

“I don’t know if I can do one or the other, it’s safer if I do both.” He sighs, his forehead dropped to press against yours as he pulls his lip between his teeth. 

“We’ll figure it out.” You confirm, a flush rising against your skin as you look up at him, “for now just stop holding back so much.” His jaw flexed, hesitation flickering for just a second before he leaned in, finally closing the tiny gap between you. The kiss wasn’t tentative this time, it was consuming, hungry in a way that made your knees weak. Five days of restraint melting away as his mouth captures yours. Mingyu groaned into your mouth, the sound low and desperate, vibrating straight through you. He pressed you more firmly against the counter, caging you in with his body without ever making it feel like a trap, and with Mingyu it never was.

When he finally pulled back, his lips still brushing yours, his breath hot against your cheek, he murmured, “God, princess, I don’t know if I can stop this time.”

“Who said anything about stopping?” You question back, a teasing grin spreading across your face. The sound he made at that, half groan, half sigh, sent shivers through you, and he kissed you again, and again, harder, his hands sliding down to your hips, gripping as though he could anchor himself just by holding onto you.  You could barely register the way he hums when you arched into him, the counter digging into the small of your back as he pressed closer, desperate, everything falling into place, until — 

The unmistakable scent of burning hit your nose a split second before the smoke curled up from the pan beside you. Both of you froze, Mingyu’s mouth still pressed to yours, his chest rising and falling against yours in quick bursts. His brows knit together in slow confusion until the acrid smell grew stronger, and his eyes widened.

“Shit.” he cursed softly, spinning you gently to the side as he lunged for the pan handle. He flicked the stove off and pulling the ruined omelette away from the heat, fanning the smoke with his hand. The charred edges hissed in protest, and he stood there for a moment, panting, hair sticking up in every direction, chest heaving from more than just the kiss.

You couldn’t help it, the laugh bubbling out of you before you could stop it. The sound,  light and warm, cutting through the thick tension in the air. Mingyu turned to look at you, his lips swollen, cheeks flushed, and he shook his head with a grin.

“Five days,” he muttered, dropping the pan unceremoniously into the sink. “Five days of keeping my hands off you, and the second I finally get to kiss you again, and we nearly burn the kitchen down.”

You leaned against the counter, still catching your breath, still grinning like an idiot. “Worth it,” you teased softly. Mingyu’s answering smile was small but devastating, his eyes soft as they traced over your face. He stepped back into your space, wrapping his arms around your waist again, this time less frantic, more settled.

“So what’s next?” Mingyu’s voice was still low, still hoarse with want, his arms snug around your waist. You pressed your lips together to hide a smile. 

“Next,” you murmured, brushing a quick kiss to his jaw, “you shower and rest before practice. And I…” You paused, tugging gently at the hem of his shirt. “…will bring you something later.”  His brows arched in suspicion, but you manage to slip out of his arms before he could press further.

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The halls of HYBE were quieter than usual when you slipped in, the faint thump of bass echoing somewhere deeper in the building. You clutched the duffle bag with a oversupply of snacks and a set of spare clothes for Mingyu, your feet softly carrying you down the hallway to their usual practice room, and where Mingyu had said he would be spending most of his day.  You’d half expected to catch his laugh spilling out of a practice room, but when you pushed through the door, the space was nearly empty.

The mirrors stretched endlessly, the fluorescent lights dimmed so the space felt more welcoming, cozy even. The stack of bags towards the back of the room meant the gaggle of men wasn’t far away, a small shift of motion pulling your attention back to the only person who remained in the room. 

“Cheol?” You said softly, hesitant to startle the leader. He sat slouched against the mirrored wall, towel hanging limp around his shoulders, head tipped back with his eyes closed. His chest rose and fell heavily, his posture loose in that way that spoke of exhaustion rather than relaxation.

His eyes blinked open slowly, his brows raised in surprise as his focus returns, his eyes hovering on you, the recognition flashing over his features. You can see the moment the mask slips back over his face, a practiced smile curving over his lips, his head leaning back against the mirror as his arms draping over his knees, his shoulders pushing back into a confident position. 

“Oh, hey, you looking for Mingyu?” His voice was light, casual, even as his shoulders fought their desire to slump forwards the way they had been a moment before, even as the deep shadows under his eyes tell you everything you need to know. 

“I was.” You agree, your eyes dragging over the leader slowly as you cross your arms over your chest. 

Seungcheol gave a noncommittal hum, letting out a breathy laugh as he pulls the towel from his shoulders, rubbing it against his face before shrugging lightly, “He was in high demand today, got dragged into some meeting.” The smile on his face tenses a little, his voice lowering as he adds, “That’s Gyu for you, always in demand.” You’re not sure if he meant for you to hear, or he even realised the bitter words had slipped out. He smiled widens for a second, as he watches you, watching him, your arms still over your chest as you linger by the door, unwavering. 

The longer you watch him the more his facade cracks, the strain of pretending in the tight line of his jaw, the way his fingers were tapping restlessly against his knee. “Everything okay?” You ask slowly, hesitantly. Cheol chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. 

“Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?” The reply came fast, too fast, and though he lounged back against the mirror as if perfectly relaxed, his shoulders sagged a fraction the second his eyes left yours. You took a slow step forward, then another, lowering the duffle bag beside the pile already against the wall. The echo of your shoes against the hardwood sounded too loud in the otherwise quiet space. “You just don’t… seem okay.” 

“I’m fine,” he said again, firmer this time, like if he repeated it with enough conviction it would be true. His chin lifted a little, posture tightening, as though he were bracing himself for your scrutiny, and your feet were moving before you really even knew what you were doing. You hold your dress by the hem, tucking it between your legs as you slide down the mirror, gently taking your place besides him, mirroring him as you leaned back against the mirror, your head turning to face him, the lights only seeming to deepen the tiredness on his face. 

“You always say that.” You murmur, your tone more of an observation then a accusation. 

“It’s usually true.” He counters with a ghost of a smirk, turning his head just enough so that your gazes meet, his eyes flicking between yours as your brows raise in surprise, his statement seeming to finally register in his head. You can see the grimace flick over his face, his mouth opening to take it back, to pretend it was all just a joke. 

“Cheol…” You say softly, the weight in your voice pausing anything he was about to say. He exhales slowly, head tipping back against the mirror again, eyes closing for a moment. The tension in his body rose and fell with each breath, until finally he let out a humourless laugh. 

“They need me to be steady,” he said, voice rougher now, quieter. “Even on the days I don’t know how to, that’s what being the leader means.” You wait as he pauses for a moment, not sure how to continue, “If I falter, they’ll feel it. If I let it show…” He trailed off, shaking his head, his jaw tightening.

“It’s easier to just say I’m fine.” You can feel the ache in your chest at his words, your teeth catching your bottom lip as his words register in your mind, the pressures of being the leader, of keeping them all strong, even at your own expense. Gently, you reached across, letting your fingers brush against his hand where it rested on his knee. You pause the moment he stills, the muscles in his arm tensing under your touch, but as you push, sliding your hand fully into his, his fingers curl tightly around yours, his eyes still facing forwards, his body relaxing with your hand in his. 

“You don’t need to be fine with me.” You whisper. His eyes flick over to you, and you can see the mask slip away, no leader’s armour, just pure exhaustion, and something heavier, something flaring behind his eyes, something that you could tell he was keeping locked away. 

His gaze drops to your mouth, returning back to your eyes, guilt flicking over his expression. “I shouldn’t,” He says slowly, but his thumb rubs soft circles against the back of your hand, your palm pressed tightly against his, a tight restraint in his voice, “You really have no clue what you do to us.” 

“I think I have an idea.” Your voice is teasing, your eyes mimicking his, flicking down to his mouth before moving back up to his eyes. For a second all you can hear is the steady thrum of music from down the hall, and your heartbeat pulsing in your ears, Seungcheol’s lips part, his breathing turning shallow and his mask shatters completely, his free hand coming up to cradle your jaw, his mouth finding yours.  

The kiss was soft, testing at first, but it deepened almost instantly, the hunger in him spilling over. His grip on your hand tightened as his hand cradling your face pulling your closer, tugging you closer and closer until you were half in his lap, your body raising up onto your knees, your fingers twisted in the damp fabric of his shirt as his lips moved against yours, slow but desperate, like he’d been starving for this. When you pulled back just enough to breathe, his forehead drops against yours, his thumb stroking lazy circles over your cheek. His chest heaving, his voice low and rough as he whispers, “You’re making it too easy to forget where we are.” 

Your lips brush gently against his as you whisper back, “maybe that's a good thing.” The look he gives you is raw, his eyes burning and when he kisses you again, it’s deeper this time, as if any restraint he had has disappeared the second you spoke. 

It wasn’t long until you were breathless, his mouth hot and demanding against yours, though every movement he made was steady, controlled, even when he kissed like a man who wasn't sure what he was doing here. You could feel every knot of tension in his body, the way he restrained himself even as your mouth opened, his tongue sliding against yours, your chests pressing together. 

His hands dropped to your hips, tugging until you were in his lap, your legs on either side of his, your dress bunching up against your thighs. When his lips left your mouth, they trailed lower brushing across your jaw, your head falling back as he reaches the hollow beneath your ear, the trail continuing down the length of your neck. His kisses were always slow, always deliberate and seared against the raising heat of your skin, a shaky sigh slipping out when his teeth grazed the delicate skin of your throat. 

“Cheol…” His name leaves your lips in a whimper, and you can hear him groan against your soft skin, his hands tightening, sliding down your hips until they squeeze the supple flesh of your thighs, his fingers digging in through the fabric of your dress. Seungcheol pulls back a little more, his eyes hooded as his gaze drags over you in his lap, your dress riding up your thighs, your cheeks flushed. 

“So pretty,” he muttered against your collarbone, voice rough, almost reverent. “I don't think you have even half an idea of what you do to me.” His control seems to be slipping by the second, his fingers tapping their way down your thighs until the can slip under the soft fabric of your dress, the burn of his fingers against your bare skin making your hips rock forwards instinctively, chasing any friction you can find. 

His fingers dig deeper into your thighs, his hands just barely guiding your movements, the hard press of him beneath you making your breath catch, a soft moan falling from your lips. His response is immediate, his hands urging you to grind against him again, his mouth returning to yours with a hunger that raises goosebumps on your skin. 

“Just like that.” He rasps between kisses, his voice deeper then you’d ever heard it, the command keeping you going. His hands smooth up and down the soft skin of your thighs, occasionally grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, your body winding tight like a coil. His touch was soft, deliberate, claiming, his hands pushing your legs a little further apart, the friction your were craving teasing you deliciously as he grants your wish. 

You rocked harder against him, dress bunching until it barely kept you covered, your thighs essentially bare beneath his hands now, his head falling back against the mirror with a groan as he watches you move against him, his grip turning bruising as he pulls you as close as you can get, his hips just barely lifting to meet yours. 

“I think you might be the death of me.” He gasps, dragging your mouth back to his, the kiss turning messy, sloppy, unlike anything he had shown you so far, his control slipping as he holds you tighter, his hands possessive on your thighs, your hips, anywhere he can touch. 

And then in a split second, just as quickly as he unraveled, he stops, his hands stopping their roaming, pausing against your hips to stop your movements, the hold warm, grounding. His lips part against yours, no longer moving, his forehead pressing into yours as he lets out a soft cure. 

“We need to stop.” His voice is barely there as he whispers, your stomach dropping as you pull away surprised, blinking down at him in confusion, your dress still bunched against your pelvis, your body trembling a little under his hands. 

“What?” You ask quickly, “Why? Did I do something wrong?” He shakes his head, his thumbs brushing against your clothed hips as though he couldn’t bare to let go even as he tries to pull away. One of his hands raising to tuck a loose piece of hair behind your ear, the slow mask slipping back over his face, a pleased smile on his face. 

“You could never do anything wrong.” He says, “But I don’t want it to happen like this.” He adds, an ache inside you rising to the surface, frustration bubbling in your chest. 

“Is this cause I got freaked out a few days ago? Is everyone going to treat me like I’m made of glass now?” You burst out, half laugh, half hysteria, his hands moving back to the hem of your dress, slowly pulling it back down your thighs, covering you. His head shakes again, the slightest slip of restraint as he leans forwards catching your lips with his, softer this time, like a promise. 

You can’t fight the way your body melts into him, your hands bracing on his shoulders, digging into the fabric of his shirt. And when he pulls away again, he holds you steady, a softer smile stretched across his face this time as he whispers, “It will happen, but when it does I want to take my time with you.” You press your forehead to his shoulder, frustration buzzing through every nerve.

The air in the practice room is stifling when Cheol finally lets his hands fall away from you, the absence of his touch making your skin tingle with want, your chest tightening. Your dress was back in place, your lips swollen from the kisses, every fibre in your being straining to reach for him. 

Seungcheol lets his head drop back against the mirror, his eyes closing, his breathing uneven like it was taking effort to stop touching you. His jaw was tight and his hands curled in fists on the floor besides the both of you. “I’m sorry.” He says quietly. 

“Why?” You question as you lift yourself off his legs, sitting besides him. 

“I shouldn’t have let it go that far, especially not in such a public place.” He answers, and a part of you wants to argue, to tell him not to apologise, but your throat is tight and instead your smooth the skirt of your dress and push yourself to your feet, the silence stretching between the two of you as you think of what to say, how to answer. 

The room feels small now, especially as you say, “I should find Mingyu.” Seungcheol nods once in agreement, his eyes still shut. 

“You should.” You slip out of the room almost silently, a rage bubbling beneath the surface, a feeling you weren’t quite sure what to do with. You barely make it down the hallway before a voice is calling out to you. 

“Baby?” You freeze, turning slowly to see Mingyu making his way down the hall, an easy smile on his face, his hair damp with sweat and his shirt clinging to him. He looked casual, excited to see you hear, but as his gaze drags over you his stride quickens a little, his long legs carrying him to you quickly. 

“You okay?” He asks, slipping in phone into his back pocket as he reaches you, his hands rising to cup your elbow keeping you facing him as you move to turn away, the burn of your cheeks unbearable. His gaze swept over you, lingering on your flushed cheeks, your mussed hair, the way your dress still didn’t quite fall right, the fabric crumbled and creased. His jaw ticked, a flicker of something sharp passing through his expression.

“Mmhm.” You hum, the sound almost a whimper, barely convincing, a forced smile on your face. 

Mingyu didn’t buy it, who would, his brows drawing together as he looks over your slowly, his thumb rubbing soft circle against your arm, his body shielding you from the long hallway, “You don’t seem okay.” 

“I was looking for you.” You say, not sure why you said it. Mingyu’s brows raise a little, the corner of his mouth twitching, waiting patiently for you to continue, “I found Seungcheol.” You add.  The change in his expression was subtle but immediate. Not anger, not even surprise, just… curiosity. His eyes sharpening a little, his posture straightening as his thumb continue to rub soothingly over your arm. 

“Cheol,” he echoed carefully.

“He was in the practice room, he looked exhausted.” You nod. Mingyu exhales through his nose, his free hand raking through his damp hair. 

“Yeah he hasn’t been sleeping much lately, we’re all a little worried.” Recognition flicks behind his eyes, his gaze shifting back over you, “Did you two…?” The weight of the question lingering for a second as you think of how to answer. There’s no accusation in his tone, just concern, just Mingyu being Mingyu. 

You bite down on your lip, heat creeping up your neck, “We kissed.” You admit, your voice cracking as the embarrassment sets in, “But he stopped it before anything went further.” Mingyu studies you for a long moment, his expression unreadable until he gives you a slow nod, his fingers dropping from your arm to link his fingers with yours. 

“Did you want it?” 

“Yes.” You start, letting out a long sigh, “But he didn’t want it to go further.” Mingyu hums lowly, tugging against your hand until you step into his chest, his body steady against yours as you let out more air, your body deflating a little. 

“That sounds like Cheol, always putting someone else first.” He bends his neck, pressing a soft kiss against the top of your head, “As long as you know it’s not because of anything you did.” He says quietly, somehow knowing the deepening dread that was festering inside of you. The knot in your chest loosens at his words, and you leaned into him a little more, your frustration still simmering under the surface.

You huff out a bitter laugh as you mumble against his chest, “Is this what blue balls feels like?” The bark of laughter that escapes Mingyu echoes down the hall. You can feel his chest shaking with laughter as he tightens his hold on you. 

“Words I never thought I’d hear you say.” Your grin grows despite yourself, your frustration easing a little as Mingyu turns the two of you around, his arms releasing you, his hand reaching out for yours. “Let’s get you home before the blue balls really kick in.” 

[xddaengx]

play along - the series ⎜pt 4 (rewrite)

✧ Pairings: Seventeen x afab!Reader ⎜ Minghao x afab!Reader ⎜Junhui x afab!Reader ⎜ Mingyu x afab!Reader

✧ Genre: Poly AU! ⎜ Idol AU ⎜ Established Relationship ⎜ Romance ⎜

✧ Warnings: skype sex⎜fingering (lots of fingers) ⎜ descriptions of squirting ⎜ hao is a dirty talker ⎜ overstimulation ⎜pushing pyshical limits ⎜ doubts ⎜ aftercare ⎜

✧ Word Count: 4.6k

✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.

✧ Author’s Note: This is a rewrite of the original series as I wanted to try and update it a bit better in my own style, you can find a master post of the whole series here -> play along pt 1 - 10

(UNEDITED)

“You know I’ve never done anything like this before, what makes you think I’d know how to set up the camera.” You hiss as you lean back against the headboard, watching mingyu adjust the portable webcam, watching the screen as he moves the camera inch by inch. There’s a HDMI chord running from the camera to the computer that snakes awkwardly across the mattress. 

Mingyu just laughs at your chiding, crouched down in front of the laptop, his big hands fiddling with the settings, “I think I’ve got it.” He says with his normal infuriating confidence, you swear his fingers look awkward and unexperienced with the computer but he somehow makes it work. The Skype window flickers, and suddenly the familiar outline of you on your bed bed pops up on the screen. The two of you exchange a quick, giddy high-five, but your palms are clammy with nerves. It hits you then - this is actually happening. 

“Okay…” Mingyu starts glancing back at the computer before turning his full attention towards you, his hands finding purchase softly against your ankles as you fiddle with the long sleeves of the hoodie you had thrown on earlier. His expression softens, reading your hesitation before you’ve even said anything. “You sure you’re good with this?” You climb up onto your knees slowly, peeling your hoodie off with trembling hands. Beneath, you’re left in one of his old, stretched-out tour shirts and the ridiculous baby pink bikini briefs he bought you as a joke last week. Except right now, under his gaze, they don’t feel funny at all, they feel obscene.

“I’m sure.” You confirm, sitting back against your heels, through your voice comes out a little shaky. You shuffle back against the pillows, pulling your knees to your chest as you let out a long breath and a short shrug. “They shouldn’t have to miss out just because they’re away.” The thought of Jun and Minghao so far away, isolated by schedules, had been gnawing at you and Mingyu all week. “It’s not fair that just because they had to go back to China, they can’t join in on the fun,” you mumble, exhaling hard as Mingyu climbs onto the mattress beside you.

His hands are gentle as he reaches for your wrist, bringing a soft leather cuff around it, the pink matching your underwear, Mingyu never letting anyone forget how much he loves a theme. He slowly buckles the cuff around your wrist, lifting your fingers to his mouth the press a delicate kiss against your knuckles before pulling your hand up towards the headboard. He does the same with your other wrist, and suddenly your arms are pinned above you, Mingyu tugging sharply on your hips as he pulls you to lie gently against the mattress, your body already humming.

“Comfortable?” His voice is low, soothing, his thumb brushing across your knuckles as he tugs on the cuffs once to make sure they’re secure. You nod, biting your lip. From his pocket, he pulls the final touch, a pink blindfold. You exhale sharply, heart racing as you tilt your head up, letting him slip the soft fabric over your eyes. 

“I’ll start the call now,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a soft, chaste kiss against your lips before shifting off the bed, the mattress dips as he moves away, leaving you blind, bound, and waiting. The dark quiet of the room makes your chest tighten, and you strain to hear the faint sounds of him clicking at the computer. A soft ring tone filling the silence in the room as your stomach flips, hands tightening instinctively in the cuffs.

“Hello?” Jun’s cheerful voice filters through the speakers. A second later, Minghao’s laugh follows, warm and casual., your pulse is pounding in your ears, goosebumps raising across your skin in anticipation.  They don’t know. Not yet. You wanted this to be a surprise. 

You can imagine the screen, Mingyu’s broad shoulders blocking their view of you, he keeps his tone casual as he greets them, voice steady in a way that makes you want to scream. “So, you guys are both alone? Managers aren’t around?”

“Yeah,” Jun replies easily. “We’re just at the hotel. ”

You can almost hear the smirk in Mingyu’s voice when he says, “Good.” The mattress shifts under his weight as he sits back beside you, his hand stroking gently down your arm where it rests high against the pillows. You try to breathe slowly, but you know your chest is heaving.

There’s a pause. The silence is broken by Minghao’s sharp intake of breath. “What the fuck?” he blurts, voice suddenly higher, more shocked.

Jun’s voice cuts in right after, low and disbelieving. “Mingyu, what is happening?” Your cheeks burn. Even blindfolded, you can feel their eyes on you, tied to the bed in nothing but Mingyu’s shirt and those pink panties. Your wrists strain subtly against the cuffs as you adjust your position slightly, a shiver raking through you at Mingyu’s featherlight touches.

Mingyu chuckles beside you, stroking down your torso with one large hand. “Don’t pretend you weren’t disappointed,” he says smoothly. “You thought you wouldn’t be able to take part in the sharing, right? We thought this would be the easiest way for you to get a peek at what you’re missing.” His hand pauses, fingers splayed over your stomach as you suck in a breath. The thought that they’re still watching makes your skin hypersensitive. “Only if the two of you want it,” he adds, giving you space even now.

There’s a beat of silence before Jun speaks, voice cautious, softer. “And she’s okay with it?” You nod quickly, the blindfold pressing against your lashes, your lips parting in a nervous exhale.

“She’s more than okay,” Mingyu answers for you, his voice warm with pride. His hand resumes its slow path, toying with the hem of your shirt, tugging it up inch by inch until the cool air hits your skin. You can hear their breathing change over the speakers, shallow, aware, hungry.  Mingyu’s fingers toy lazily with the hem of your shirt, tugging it higher until it rests beneath your breasts, the air is cold against your bare skin and somehow even blindfolded, you can feel the weight of Jun and Minghao’s stares through the screen.

“Did you want me to raise it more?” Mingyu asks lightly. There’s a pause, then the quietest whispers from the laptop speakers, two soft, breathless, yeses.  Your lips part into a grin you can’t quite stop. The thought of them whispering it, knowing you can hear, makes your chest flutter with something dangerous and sweet. Mingyu doesn’t rush - he never does as he lifts the shirt slowly, baring your breasts to the air. 

Your nipples tighten immediately, and you shiver, the sensation twice as sharp under the blindfold, your body chasing after Mingyu’s hands, leaning into him as he moves, seeking how the warmth of his palm against your skin. 

“Someone is a little sensitive.” Mingyu teases, his thumb brushing soft, barely there circles around your nipple, making you suck in a sharp breath, your face pinched as you mentally plead with him to just touch you. “You seem a little sensitive tonight, my dear,” he coos. His thumbs brush teasing circles around your nipples, making you suck in a breath.

The speakers crackle faintly with Jun’s voice, strained. “Is she always that sensitive?”

Mingyu chuckles, pinching your left nipple just hard enough to make you whine. “Not usually.” Mingyu sounds proud, and you can tell he’s watching you just as closely as they are, squirming against the pillows, the leather cuffs creak as you clench your fists. His hands trail down your torso again, skimming the waistband of your pink briefs. You suck in another breath when his mouth drops close to your ear. “Should we take these off?” His voice is low, teasing, almost dangerous.

“Please,” you whisper quickly, your thighs pressing together for friction.

But Mingyu just chuckles. “Don’t you think we should ask our guests?” You freeze, then nod, your mouth too dry for words. “Ask them,” he says, his lips brushing your ear.

Your voice comes out shaky. “Jun?”

“Yes,” comes the soft, almost immediate response.

“Hao?”

“Yes,” Minghao answers too, though his tone is lower, weighted.

Your chest tightens, and you almost whimper as you whisper, “Should Mingyu take my underwear off for you?” There’s a silence that stretches, thick and unbearable. You rub your thighs together, squirming, until Mingyu’s hands grip your hips, stilling you.

“Has she been a good girl?” Minghao asks finally, his voice rougher, and your breath stutters. Mingyu hums, tilting his head. 

“She’s been the best girl. Always a good girl.” He punctuates it with a soft kiss pressed to your temple, and relief floods you. Then, fingers at your hips, tugging your panties down slowly. The elastic slides over your skin, deliberate, teasing, until they’re gone completely. You shiver, bare and bound, on display for the three men watching you.

“Show yourself to them, princess,” Mingyu murmurs, pressing a kiss against your ankle. You bend your knees, feet flat on the bed, and part your thighs slowly. The sharp gasps from the speakers make your cheeks flame hotter. Mingyu’s hands stroke up your legs, deliberate and slow, goosebumps rise everywhere his touch trails, your body alive. 

“Touch her, Gyu.” Jun’s voice is quiet but firm, thick with want. “Show us how wet she is.” The bed dips as Mingyu shifts beside you, his body turning toward the camera to make sure he’s not obstructing you. You can feel the cool air between your thighs before the warmth of his fingers replaces it, spreading you open. Then, one long drag of his fingers up your folds, slick and shameless. A loud unexpected whine tears from your throat.

“Shit,” you gasp, your legs twitching like you want to close them. Mingyu doesn’t let you, he spreads your folds wider, letting the slick sound echo faintly as his finger trail up you before pulling away.

And then you hear it - a wet sucking noise, followed by a groan of satisfaction. “God, she tastes so good,” Mingyu drawls, licking his fingers for their benefit. “It’s a shame you can’t taste her.”

Two sharp curses erupt from the laptop speakers, Jun and Minghao both losing any hint of composure. Then Mingyu’s fingers are back, rubbing through your folds, spreading the mess. “She’s dripping for you,” he says smugly. “So wet and just because you’re watching.” Your head tips back, a desperate sound spilling from your lips. He teases you like that for long moments, circling, spreading, dragging his fingers until you’re trembling.

Finally, when you feel like you’re about to explode he slides two fingers inside, slow and deep. Your gasp is sharp, unrestrained, your back arching, your wrists tugging against the restraints. He pumps his fingers lazily, curling just enough to brush your walls before dragging them out again. 

It’s torture. He’s torturing you. 

“Faster,” you whimper. “Please, faster.”

“You’re asking the wrong person, princess” he murmurs. His fingers still inside you, stretching, waiting.

“Jun, Hao—please,” you cry, desperation cracking your voice. “Please tell him to go faster.” There’s a beat of silence, then Minghao’s voice, low and urgent.

“Just give her what she wants, Mingyu. Don’t be a tease.” Mingyu obliges instantly, his pace doubling, his fingers plunging into you with slick, wet sounds. Your body bows, a strangled cry spilling from your throat, the cuffs rattle as you pull against them, hips bucking desperately.

A third finger joins, the stretch sharp but blindingly good. “Fuck,” you whimper, voice breaking.

“She’s taking you so well,” Jun breathes, his voice low and wrecked over the speakers. The heat in your stomach builds too fast, coil tightening, your thighs trembling. Mingyu’s thumb brushes your clit, and your whole body jolts. 

“Please,” you sob. “More. Don’t stop…please—”

“Cum for them, princess,” Mingyu commands softly, his pace relentless. Your body shatters. The orgasm rips through you, your cry sharp and broken. Your legs slam shut around his hand, your wrists tugging hard at the restraints as if you were trying to escape, your chest heaving. The speakers crackle with Jun’s curse, Minghao’s muffled groan, but you barely hear it past the roar in your ears.

Mingyu slows, working you gently through it, his lips brushing your temple. “Good girl,” he whispers. “So good for us.” You slump back against the pillows, you’re trembling, chest heaving, the blindfold damp against your skin when Mingyu finally pulls his fingers from you. The absence makes you whimper softly, thighs twitching in protest.

“She’s perfect like this,” Mingyu murmurs, and you can hear the smug grin in his voice. “Messy, sensitive… and ready for more.”

The speakers crackle with Jun’s laugh, low and disbelieving, pleased with what he’s already seen. “She looks wrecked.” 

“She’s not done,” Minghao cuts in, his voice firmer now. “Spread her out again.” A shiver rips down your spine. Mingyu shifts beside you, his hands sliding down your thighs to push them wide once more. You whine, the cuffs digging into your wrists as you squirm, desperate for more, desperate to get away.

“Good girl,” Jun says suddenly, his voice gentler than you expect. The praise makes your chest swell, a soft settling feeling in you, even as your body aches with need. 

Mingyu leans close to your ear. “They want to see you open, princess. Let them watch.” You force your thighs to relax, baring yourself completely. The gasp that filters through the laptop speakers sends heat shooting straight to your core.

“She’s dripping,” Minghao breathes, almost worshipping but then his tone hardens. “Touch her again.” Mingyu doesn’t hesitate. Two fingers sink back inside you, this time with no teasing - just deep, steady thrusts. “Harder,” Minghao orders sharply. Mingyu obeys, his pace snapping quicker, rougher, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.

Your cries tumble out with every thrust, the cuffs rattling as you pull helplessly. Your head thrashes against the pillow, the blindfold slipping slightly with the movement. The stretch of your boyfriends fingers, always working you quicker then you ever could do on your own. 

“Put your thumb on her clit,” Jun instructs, voice thick with arousal. Mingyu’s thumb finds your swollen bud, circling mercilessly and the sound that rips from you is half a sob, half a moan.

“She’s getting close,” Mingyu says, almost teasing, like he’s announcing it for them.

“Not yet,” Minghao snaps quickly.

Your whole body seizes. “No wait, please,” you beg, voice breaking, your hips bucking wildly. “Please, I can’t—” Mingyu slows instantly, pulling his fingers out just enough to ruin the rhythm, his thumb easing the pressure, the clear denial makes you sob, your body trembling violently. 

“Beg them,” Mingyu whispers in your ear. Your throat tightens, humiliation burning through the pleasure. But you obey. “Jun… Hao… please let me cum. Please, I’ll be good—”

The line is quiet for a beat, just the sound of their heavy breathing. Then Jun’s voice, “Make her hold it longer.” You choke on a desperate cry, thighs trembling as Mingyu’s fingers pump shallowly, keeping you teetering.

“Fuck,” Minghao groans into the mic, his composure fraying. “She sounds so close.”

“So close.” Mingyu confirms, and he must get something, a sign or a signal because he immediately slams his fingers deep, pace brutal, thumb pressing tight circles against your clit. The orgasm tears through you like a lightning strike. You think you scream, your arms body thrashing against the cuffs, legs shaking violently as wetness floods the sheets beneath you. Jun swears loudly, Minghao groans, but it’s all a blur as you ride wave after wave, Mingyu working you mercilessly until you collapse, boneless, against the pillows.

“Good girl,” Mingyu praises, brushing your damp hair back tenderly. “So fucking good.” You whimper weakly, still twitching, and Mingyu kisses your temple softly.

From the speakers, Minghao’s voice is lower, darker. “She can take more.”

Your chest heaves, and Mingyu chuckles beside you. “I don’t know, she’s pretty tired.”

Minghao’s voice rings out again, “Ask her. Can she take one more?” Your body feels wrung out, twitching, skin damp with sweat, but their voices keep you tethered. The blindfold makes every sound sharper, the faint hiss of static on the line, Jun’s low curses, Minghao’s ragged breathing.

“Baby, be honest with me.” Mingyu starts his words mumbled as he leans down, his lips grazing against your ear. “Can you do one more?” Your head nods before you even register what he asks, your body already fighting your brain for more, and more. 

Jun’s voice cuts through, low and commanding now. “Make her open wider. We want to see everything.” Mingyu’s big hands grip your thighs, pushing them apart until you’re spread indecently wide. 

“She’s dripping down to her ass,” Minghao groans into his mic, and you want to hide, but the cuffs pin you perfectly in place.

“Again,” Jun says sharply. Mingyu’s fingers slide back inside you a little more hesitation this time, like he’s waiting for you to tell him to stop. He starts with three this time, pushing in deep and you cry out, your whole body arching off the bed.

“More,” Minghao snaps, his restraint fraying. “Four.” You choke on a gasp, the stretch brutal as Mingyu eases a fourth finger inside. Your walls clench desperately around the intrusion, but he barely gives you time to adjust- his pace builds fast, relentless. The wet sounds are obscene, echoing loud in the room and through the computer.

“Fuck, she’s almost taking your whole hand,” Jun groans, and you can hear him fisting his cock through the mic, the sound of his own hand timed perfectly with Mingyu’s fingers. 

Your voice breaks on a sob, your thighs trembling violently. “I—can’t—”

“You can,” Mingyu soothes against your temple, his free hand gripping your hip to steady you. “Breathe, princess. You can do this.”

“Rub her clit while you fuck her,” Minghao orders, voice hoarse. “I want her ruined.”  Mingyu’s thumb finds your clit again, pressing hard circles in time with the brutal thrust of his fingers. The combination makes you scream, high and ragged, before you manage to catch your bottom lip with your teeth, your body locking tight.

“She’s going to cum,” Mingyu announces, surprise and concern lacing his voice as his fingers stutter. 

“Hold her down,” Jun growls. Mingyu ignores him, his fingers still pumping but his eyes are latched onto your face, waiting for his sign to stop. The coil in your stomach snaps violently, and you explode, a gush of wetness spilling over his hand, soaking the bed beneath you.

“Holy fuck,” Minghao swears, his voice breaking into a groan. Your orgasm tears through you like fire, your cry so raw it leaves your throat aching, your chest heaving with sobs as you slap your thighs closed around Mingyu’s arm. 

“Too much—fuck, Gyu, please stop—” you sob, your voice wrecked. The overstimulation is unbearable, your body spasming, every nerve on fire. You sob, gasping for air, your whole body trembling violently against the restraints. Mingyu eases his movements, his fingers slipping free with a wet sound. He kisses your temple softly, brushing damp hair back from your face. “That’s it, baby. That’s it. You’ve done so well, you’re so strong..” Your body collapses, melting into the bed, trembling, drenched, completely undone. The sheets are soaked beneath you, the cuffs creaking with your shudders. 

From the laptop, the line is quiet except for the sound of heavy breathing.

“She’s… unreal,” Jun finally mutters, voice raw. Minghao groans agreement, low and reverent.

Mingyu chuckles, kissing your cheek gently. “She always is.” His voice is soft, the kind of tone he only uses when he’s trying to piece you back together. But as the wet sounds fade and the weight of everything settles, a different ache rises in your chest. Your stomach turns. Jun and Minghao’s voices are still in the room, crackling faintly through the speakers. You can feel their eyes still on you. 

The room is thick with silence except for your uneven breathing. The cuffs creak faintly as Mingyu releases them, his big hands unusually careful, easing your wrists down as though you might break. You curl them into your chest the moment you’re free, trembling. The blindfold slips away and the dim light burns against your swollen eyes. Mingyu’s face is the first thing you see, flushed, hair damp, but his expression isn’t triumphant anymore. It’s worried. He cups your cheek, thumb brushing softly under your eye. “Baby,” he murmurs, “talk to me. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” you whisper, voice raspy but steady enough to pass. You lift your head a little, pretending your body isn’t aching, pretending your chest isn’t squeezing with something heavier than aftershocks. But his hand lingers at your temple, thumb brushing slowly, searchingly, and the furrow in his brow betrays him. 

He’s not convinced.

Jun’s voice comes again, softer now. “You sure she’s okay, Mingyu? She looks… exhausted.”

Minghao’s tone follows, not teasing anymore, but careful. “We didn’t push too hard, did we?”

You open your mouth, rushing to fill the silence. “No, no, I’m fine.” The words tumble out quickly, too quickly. You even manage a soft laugh that sounds more like a cough, you sit yourself up, seeing the two men for the first time as you pull Mingyu’s shirt back down over your bare body. “Really. I can handle it.”

Mingyu glances at the screen, then back at you. His jaw tightens. “She needs rest now,” he says firmly, his protective edge breaking through. “Thanks for tonight.”

There’s a pause, then Jun’s gentle, “Goodnight.” Minghao’s quiet “Sleep well” follows, and then the call ends with a small beep. You force yourself to keep that soft smile on your lips until the very last second, until Jun’s gentle goodnight and Hao’s careful reassurance fade into silence. 

The moment the screen goes dark, you sink back against the headboard, your body trembling in the damp sheets. Mingyu doesn’t move right away, he just sits there, laptop closed now, watching you, waiting for you to open things again. You can feel his gaze even with your eyes downcast, your wrists still a little raw from where the cuffs had been. His hand finally lifts, brushing a strand of damp hair from your cheek, he’s careful, almost hesitant.

“Baby,” his voice is low, softer than it’s been all night. “I need you to talk to me. Are you okay?”

You nod quickly, too quickly. “I’m fine.” The words taste paper thin. You even tack on a laugh, though it scrapes in your throat. “Really. Just tired.” But Mingyu doesn’t buy it, his brow furrows, thumb stroking along your cheek as he studies you. 

“You don’t seem fine,” he says gently, there’s no accusation in his tone, just worry. “I should’ve stopped earlier, shouldn’t I? You looked overwhelmed and I… I didn’t step in fast enough.” He swallows, his jaw flexing. “Fuck. That’s on me.” You shake your head fiercely, heart racing at the guilt in his voice.

 “No, Gyu, it’s not like that. I wanted it. I wanted them to see me, to… to tell you what to do.” You hug your arms around yourself, pulling his old shirt tighter as heat creeps up your neck. “It’s just—” Your throat closes for a moment, the words lodging there.

“Just what?” he coaxes, his forehead dipping close to yours, his voice a steady tether.

Your chest tightens. “Just that I don’t know if I should feel this way about it. Like…god, I sounded pathetic, begging like that in front of them. They’re your best friends, Gyu. And I…” You bite down on your lip, shame curling hot in your stomach. “I liked it, maybe too much. And now I don’t know if that makes me” you pause for a moment trying the think of the right words, “if it makes us—”Mingyu cuts you off softly, his thumb pressing against your chin until you look at him. 

His eyes are dark but steady, unflinching. “It makes you mine,” he says firmly. “It makes you brave. It makes you honest. There’s nothing wrong with liking it, Princess. Nothing.” Tears burn at the edges of your eyes, the release of finally saying it aloud loosening something tight in your chest. But the uncertainty lingers, bubbling under the surface. 

You whisper, “What if it’s too fast? We only just started this and already…” You trail off, your voice cracking. “What if I can’t handle all of them? All of this?” Mingyu exhales hard, his hand cradling the back of your head now, pulling you into his chest. 

“Then we slow down,” he murmurs against your hair. “We stop. We do it one step at a time. No one’s keeping score. No one matters but you.” You close your eyes, clinging to his shirt, the tension in your body slowly easing as his words sink in. He kisses your temple, soft and lingering, like he’s trying to press the reassurance straight into your skin. “You’re not wrong for enjoying it,” he whispers. “You’re not wrong for needing a break either. You’re allowed both. You’re always allowed both.” The tears slip free then, soaking into his chest as your body finally crumbles. You let out a shaky breath, his arms wrapping tighter around you, holding you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. 

“Baby, listen to me… you don’t have to carry this by yourself.” You sniff, pulling back just enough to see his face. His eyes are serious now, jaw tight, brows pulled together with worry.

“I’m going to talk to the others,” he says firmly. “Jun and Hao, and everyone else when the time comes. I’ll tell them we need to slow it down. That we’ll take this at your pace, not theirs. No one gets to push you, not even by accident. Okay?” Your throat tightens again, but not with shame this time—with relief. 

“But what if they’re disappointed? What if they think I’m… not worth it?” The word catches on your tongue, heavy and bitter.

Mingyu’s expression sharpens instantly. “No. Don’t do that to yourself. You would always be worth it. You gave yourself to them tonight, let them see you in a way no one else has. That’s something that takes courage. And if any of them can’t see that, then they don’t deserve this side of you.” His hand comes up to cradle your face, his thumb brushing your cheek with tender precision. “But I know them, and I know they’ll understand. They care about you. They’ll respect whatever you need.”

You bite your lip, holding his gaze. “Even if what I need is to stop for a while?”

“Especially then,” Mingyu answers without hesitation. He presses his forehead to yours, eyes closing as though he can fuse the promise into you. “I’ll make sure of it. You don’t owe anyone anything, princess. Not me, not them. The only thing that matters is that you feel safe.” The words settle into you, heavy but anchoring. The ache in your chest loosens. For the first time since the blindfold came off, you let yourself believe it.

“Go have a hot shower, I’ll fix up the bed.” Mingyu hums both your attention turning back to the large wet patch in the centre of the bed, your cheeks flaming as he presses one more soft kiss to the top of your head, guiding you off the bed and down the hallway to the bathroom. 

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play along: the series (rewrite)

I just wanted to come on and update everyone quickly - part four of the rewrite is in progress but taking a little longer as I've been moving house and have barely had anytime to write - I'm hoping to get the next part out by the end of the week. for your patience I've decided to show some evidence of my planning / schedule for each member.

[xddaengx]

play along - the series ⎜pt 3 (rewrite)

✧ Pairings: Seventeen x afab!Reader ⎜ Seungkwan x afab!Reader ⎜ Mingyu x afab!Reader

✧ Genre: Poly AU! ⎜ Idol AU ⎜ Established Relationship ⎜ Romance ⎜

✧ Warnings: virgin!seungkwan⎜ fingering⎜ Multiple Partners ⎜ Poly AU⎜cockring⎜MDNI 18 + ⎜nervous seungkwan ⎜ thigh riding ⎜ handcuff use ⎜handjob ⎜tension tension ⎜p in v ⎜unprotected sex ⎜

✧ Word Count: 7.4k

✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.

✧ Author’s Note: This is a rewrite of the original series as I wanted to try and update it a bit better in my own style, you can find a master post of the whole series here -> play along pt 1 - 10

(UNEDITED)

“Mingyu, I’m gonna need you to stop pawing at me for like ten seconds so I can put my shoes on.” You hiss, scooting yourself further down the couch, clutching the white strappy heels like a shield as he tries to follow after you. You shoot him a glare in warning, your body pressed against the arm rest as you wedge your foot into the first shoe. 

“But you just look so pretty in that dress.” Mingyu whines, undeterred as his big frame shifts closer, following you down the couch, each movement deliberate like a predator closing in on his prey. You lift a brow at him as you slip your foot into the second shoe, fastening the buckle on the ankle strap before shooting up from your spot on the couch. 

“It’s not your party Mingyu, it’s Seungkwan’s and if we don’t leave soon we’re going to be late,” you start smoothing out the soft cotton fabric on the flowing knee length dress, shooting Mingyu another glare as you continue. “And if you don’t keep your hands off me for at least an hour then you’re uninvited to the after party.” The words may come out sharper than you expect, but Mingyu just sulks, leaning back with a dramatic sigh. 

“Uninvited?”

“Uninvited.” You confirm, taking a few steps away from him grabbing your purse off the stand by the front door, and glance back at the melting man on the couch, “You’re the one who planned this whole thing, so you better not be the one to ruin it.” You warn softly, your hand digging through you small bag before trailing back over to Mingyu, “Can you go grab the present off the bed, we need to go.”  Mingyu’s pout deepens, but he trudges off, his broad shoulders filling the doorway as he disappears down the hall. He returns a few seconds later, holding the small, neatly wrapped gift with reluctant care. 

“But you’re the gift,” he mutters as he hands it to you, snagging his car keys from the bench by the front door. “I don’t know why we have to take another one. And I was only pawing at you because you look so pretty. Stupid Seungkwan and his stupid party… ruining my day.” You roll your eyes, slipping the present into your purse. 

“Gyu, you really need to get a handle on this sulking,” you mumble, brushing past him as he holds the door open for you. “Remember, this was your idea.” You say quietly before you both file out of the apartment. 

The drive to the restaurant isn’t long, but it feels stretched by the silence pressing in on you both. Your fingers tap lightly against Mingyu’s hand where it sits on your leg, his fingers curling into the flesh of your thigh, his other hand gripping the steering wheel like his life depends on it. The excitement from earlier, the teasing and flirting, has faded, replaced by a tension that simmers beneath Mingyu’s tense expression - like something has come to the surface that he was trying to ignore. His jaw is locked tight, the muscles ticking every so often like he's trying to bite something back. 

His eyes stay fixed on the road, his brow furrowed, too focused for such a short, familiar drive. You glance at him sidelong, trying to read him. “You okay?” you ask, your voice quiet, casual. 

Mingyu nods once, but it’s stiff, mechanical. “Yeah. Just thinking.” You hum in acknowledgement, though its clear there’s more to it than that, you want to press but something in the way his hand squeezes your leg and the tenseness in his shoulders gives you pause, tells you to let it be - even just for now. 

When Mingyu pulls into the restaurant’s small parking lot, you finally see the rest of the boys’ cars lined up, balloons faintly visible through the restaurant windows. But it’s the sight of Wonwoo that catches your eye, he’s standing at the back of his car, trunk open, bent slightly as he rifles through a stack of boxes. He looks like he’s counting something, his lips moving soundlessly, brow furrowed in concentration. His glasses have slipped low on his nose, his sleeves rolled up messily to his elbows.

When Mingyu’s hand releases your leg reluctantly, you slip out of the passenger seat, your heels clicking against the pavement, leaving Mingyu still in the car. “Whatcha doing in there?” You ask softly as you approach, peeking into the trunk at the wrapped gifts.  

Wonwoo glances over at you, giving a tight-lipped smile. “Just making sure we’ve got all the gifts. Cheol made me bring them all, said he didn’t trust anyone else.” Wonwoo says with a soft chuckle before adding, “I’m counting eleven, but I swear he said there should be twelve.” You reach into your purse, pulling out the small box Mingyu had handed you earlier. 

“Make that twelve.” You smile as you add it to the pile. Wonwoo’s smile releases a little tension, his posture visibly relaxing as he straightens up, He recounts the gifts before nodding to himself, pleased with the outcome. His gaze lifts, tracing the line of your dress slowly, deliberately, he doesn’t say anything at first, but the look lingers, and then he gives you a soft, appreciative smile. 

“You look great today,” he murmurs, voice quieter, a little lower. “Mingyu must be foaming at the mouth.” Your breath catches in your throat, not from the compliment, but from the weight behind it. His eyes flicker with something else, something unspoken, just for a second before he schools his expression again. You open your mouth to respond, but you don’t get the chance, the atmosphere shifts like a cold wind rolling through.

You both hear Mingyu’s door shut, at the next second he’s at your side, his long strides closing the distance in heartbeat, his hand finding yours, fingers curling tightly, possessively, around yours. “She always looks great.” Mingyu says, his voice flat but tight. His eyes don’t leave Wonwoo as he pulls you subtly but firmly into his side, his free hand dropping to your waist. You feel it then the way his whole body is humming with restrained tension, his grip too tight, his smile nonexistent. His gaze flickers briefly to your shoulder, where the last ghost of that old bruise lingers, faint yellow, barely there. “That stupid bruise has finally started to fade too,” he mutters under his breath. 

Wonwoo’s eyes follow Mingyu’s movements, dropping to the hand now splays over your hip, and his jaw tenses a little, your eyes widening as you look up at your boyfriend’s mirroring expression. Wonwoo adjust his glasses on his nose before turning away to close the trunk of his car. 

“You don’t need help bringing them inside?” You shift on your feet, clearing your throat as Mingyu pulls you against him a little firmer. 

Wonwoo’s response is immediate, maybe a little too quick. “No. We’re going to bring them in after dinner. Don’t want to crowd the tables.” His gaze flicks to Mingyu for a split second before he steps away from his car, shoving his hands in his pockets before adding quickly, “I’m going to head in…see you in there?” Mingyu nods once, stiff, his arms crossing over his chest as he watches Wonwoo walk off.

You wait until Wonwoo is out of earshot before turning in Mingyu’s grip to face him, your arms crossing over your chest. “What was that?” Mingyu doesn’t answer right away, his eyes are still fixed on the entrance where Wonwoo disappeared, a muscle in his jaw ticking, his hands leaving you to fold over his chest, mimicking you. “Mingyu?” You call his attention back to you, your brows pinching in confusion.  That pulls his eyes back to you, finally, his gaze softening just enough to make room for something that looks like guilt. 

“Sorry,” he mutters, then sighs and drags a hand through his hair, mussing it up even more. “I didn’t mean to be weird.” 

“You weren’t weird,” you say slowly. “You were territorial. That’s not like you.”

Mingyu huffs a laugh, but there’s no humour in it. “Isn’t it?”

He turns, leaning back against the car, his fingers twitching like he wants to reach for you but doesn’t. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ve just been pretending it’s not like me.” His voice is low, almost careful, like each word is being weighed before it leaves his lips. “But sometimes when I see the way he looks at you…”

You blink. “Wonwoo?” 

Mingyu nods, lips pressed into a tight line. “He’s always been good at hiding it, but I see it. How he looks at you…” He pauses for a moment, “It’s nothing” You don’t say anything, too caught in the raw vulnerability in Mingyu’s voice, the crack in his normally easygoing demeanour.

“It’s obviously not nothing.” You try to get him to keep talking, keep speaking his mind. You arms relax a little as you reach up to slowly pull his from their crossed stance against his chest. “Tell me what’s going on, Gyu.” He exhales slowly, his jaw working. 

“Things are just… weird right now between me and him.”

You blink. “Weird how?” He hesitates for a moment, his hands rise to cradle your face gently, his thumbs brushing against your skin like he’s grounding himself, like somehow having you in his hands gives him a sense of peace. 

“He used to like you.” Your breath catches. “I mean…” Mingyu swallows. “I think part of him still does.” You go quiet.  “I knew before we ever got together, back when we first started hanging out,” he says softly. “He never said it out loud, but I knew, and I ignored it. I figured he’d move on eventually. And now that you agreed to the set up—” His hands tense slightly on your cheeks. “—he’s different. He’s still my best friend, but there’s this… wall. Like I took something that wasn’t mine to take, like I’m purposely dangling something in front of him that he can never have.”

You wrap your hands around his wrists, anchoring him to you. “You didn’t take anything.”

“He looks at you like he regrets not saying anything,” Mingyu murmurs. “And it drives me fucking crazy because there’s a version of this where it was him, instead of me. Would you be happier? Would we still be friends? It just messes with me sometimes.” The way he looks now, his hands cradling you but his shoulders dropped in unneeded guilt. 

“Mingyu…” you sigh, taking a step into him, pushing up on your toes to press a soft kiss against his cheek, your hands reaching up to pull his away from your face, your fingers threading through his. “There’s no point thinking about an alternative that isn’t what’s real. I’m here and you’re stuck with me for the foreseeable future.” He closes his eyes, breath trembling for just a second, before he leans down pressing his lips softly to yours, like he’s apologising for the storm he’s been carrying. When you pull away, you whisper, “Ready?” He nods once, his fingers lacing through yours as you both make you way into the resturant

“Yeah,” he says, more to himself than anyone else. “Let’s go celebrate Seungkwan.”

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“I’m really glad you came,” Seungkwan says, leaning close so you can hear him over the soft hum of music and the buzz of conversation from the rest of the guests. “Mingyu told me you had to take the day off just to be here.” You lean in too, close enough to catch the faint citrus scent of his cologne. 

“Of course I’d be here,” you reply warmly. “I wouldn’t miss one of these parties for anything. Luckily, working from home means I can make up the time. A few extra hours here and there and no one even notices I’m gone.” Seungkwan smiles at that, a bit bashfully, his gaze dipping for a split second before returning to yours. 

“Your dress…” he murmurs, cheeks tinting pink, “It’s really pretty. You look beautiful in it. As usual.” The compliment draws a soft laugh from you, not teasing, just warm. Your hand slides under the table, finding Seungkwan’s  thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. His muscles tense instantly under your touch. 

“Trust me,” you whisper, eyes glinting as you lean closer to his ear. “You’d like what’s underneath it even more.” You leave him with that, drifting your attention toward your boyfriend, who’s deep in conversation with Seungcheol and Jeonghan.  Your fingers slip into Mingyu’s with practiced ease, joining the banter with a smile while feeling Seungkwan’s shaky breath from besides you, even if you don’t look back.

Three hours pass. Three hours of Seungkwan shifting in his seat, constantly readjusting, laughing too loud at jokes, flinching when your gaze brushes over him. He hasn’t touched his food and his drink sits nearly untouched. You steal another glance at him just as Hoshi says something particularly ridiculous, drawing laughter around the table. Seungkwan chuckles, but his fingers twitch, tugging discreetly at his dress pants under the table. His smile is a little too forced, a little too strained.

You lean toward him again, your voice low enough that only he can hear. “Are you okay?” He startles, blinking at you. His eyes flick down, to where Mingyu’s hand rests casually on your thigh, and then back to yours. He nods, but it’s not convincing, you arch your brow, silently telling him you’re not buying it and he swallows hard. A few minutes later, you murmur a soft “I’ll be back,” to Mingyu, planting a kiss on his cheek before slipping away from the table, you pull out your phone on the way to the bathroom and type a quick message. 

By the time you’re adjusting the straps of your dress in the mirror, you hear the quiet knock.

“Can I come in?”

Your lips curve. “Yeah.” Seungkwan slips inside, shutting the door behind him. He doesn’t come close, standing awkwardly just inside the room. His eyes flick up, down, over your form in the mirror, before settling on your face. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” you ask, turning to face him. “You’ve been squirming like you’re sitting on a bed of nails. Did something happen? Is it… something to do with me?” His cheeks bloom with colour, his hands cupped protectively in front of him. 

“Mingyu said it would feel good,” he blurts softly. 

You blink. “What do you mean?” He doesn’t meet your eyes. 

“He… gave me something. Yesterday. Told me to wear it. Said it’d get me ready for tonight.” His voice is quieter now, nearly drowned by the soft hum of the air vent, your gaze drops downward and realise where his hands are cupped.

“I tried to take it off earlier, but I couldn’t figure it out. It’s been on for hours. It… kind of hurts now.”

Your brows furrow. “Wait. You didn’t. Kwan—why would you trust anything Mingyu gives you? Have you ever even used a cock ring before?”

He shakes his head quickly. “No. I didn’t know it would… feel like this.”

You exhale, stepping toward him, your expression softening. “Okay. Do you need help getting it off?” He hesitates, then nods. His eyes are glossy, embarrassed, but he doesn’t pull away. 

“Do you want to undo your pants, or should I?” His head dips low, ashamed. “Alright,” you murmur, “Do you trust me?” Another small nod. You kneel in front of him, fingers working carefully at his belt and zipper. You tug the waistband of his trousers down and then his briefs, slowly, gently, until you see the source of the problem: a sleek black cock ring that’s far too tight and definitely not designed for extended wear, a small latch glints near the base. 

“There’s no way you were getting this off on your own,” you whisper, eyes scanning the device. “Mingyu’s such a dick sometimes..” You glance up, seungkwan is by the sink now, his entire body tense, chest heaving. 

“Come here. Hands on the counter,” you murmur, guiding him to brace himself.

“This is going to be intense,” you say gently, brushing his hair back. “But I promise, I’ll be quick.” With one hand steadying him, you use your other to find the latch and press. The ring clicks, loosens, and slides free. Seungkwan chokes on a gasp, his whole body jolting forward. 

“I can’t—It’s too much—I can’t—” he whimpers, hips stuttering against the air. You reach for him, your hand wrapping around his cock with steady, careful pressure, trying to help him ride out the wave building inside him. A sharp, breathy moan escapes him, too loud, and you press your palm gently to his mouth. 

“It’s okay,” you whisper. “Just breathe through it. You’re doing so well.” Warmth pulses over your hand as he comes, a helpless mess of twitching hips and stifled whimpers. You keep your grip steady until the tension finally leaves his body and he slumps forward, forehead nearly touching the mirror. You clean up quickly, rinsing your hands while he tucks himself back in with shaky fingers, wiping his face with trembling hands. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs hoarsely, not quite able to meet your eyes.

You turn to him with a small, understanding smile. “You don’t need to be embarrassed.”

“I’m such an idiot,” he groans. “I don’t even know why I listened to him.”

“He can be very persuasive,” you say with a knowing chuckle. Your eyes drop to the cock ring on the tile floor. “Hey… Seungkwan?”

“Yeah?”

“How do you feel about revenge?” His sheepish smile stretches into something wicked, mirroring your own.

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“Mingyu, can you help me unzip my dress?” You call out from the bedroom, fingers fumbling behind you for the zipper that is just out of reach, your tone is casual, feigned innocence, but your smile spreads across your face as you head his padded footsteps come down the hallway. 

His tie is loose around his neck, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his shirt untucked from his slacks. His hair is a mess on his head, from the amount of time he - or you - ran your fingers through it throughout the night, it’s messy in the best way. With an arched brow, and suspicion flashing in his eyes he motions for you to turn around, You do as you're told, glancing at him over your shoulder. His fingers brush your spine as he takes hold of the zipper, the slow, steady drag of it down your back making goosebumps bloom across your skin. The second the dress loosens, you let the straps slide off your shoulders, watching the fabric pool at your feet in a soft whisper. When you turn back to face him, you’re dressed in nothing but your baby-pink lingerie, lace that’s barely opaque and completely intentional.

Mingyu’s breath catches, the lingerie set had been one of his favourites when you had been looking online, his eyes instantly drop, grazing over you. His gaze is heavy, appreciative, pupils already blown wide. He swipes his tongue across his lower lip before dragging his gaze back up to meet yours.

“You’re looking at me like I’m in trouble,” he says, but his voice is thick, reverent. 

You tilt your head, grinning. “Have I ever told you how handsome I think you are?” you coo, stepping forward and grabbing him by his belt loops, tugging him closer until his hips bump into yours. His hands find your waist instinctively, holding you there, pressing you into him.

 “Not in the last hour,” he murmurs with a chuckle. You smirk and slowly drop to your knees, eyes locked with his.

“Let me fix that.” Your fingers make quick work of the zipper on his slacks, easing them down until they crumple at his ankles. His boxers follow, his half-hard cock springing free, already twitching with interest.

“Wait…” Mingyu stammers, blinking down at you, your hands pausing their trail up his thighs, “Shouldn’t we be waiting?” 

“Waiting for what?” You question with a tilt of your head. 

“For Seungkwan?” You glance up through your lashes, feigning innocence. 

“Aren’t you such a good friend? Looking out for him.” You coo, watching as Mingyu shrugs his shoulders, a pleased smile on his face. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if we got started early.” Your tone is too sweet. Almost dangerous, before he can respond, you reach between your breasts and slip out the small black silicone toy tucked neatly in your bra.

Mingyu doesn’t even have time to react before you slide the cock ring down over him, swift and practiced. The first ring hugs the base of his cock, the second loop stretches down, snugly encasing his balls, locking it all into place. He lets out a startled breath, somewhere between a groan and a curse. “What the fuck?” You rise to your feet, brushing imaginary dust from your hands, and look him straight in the eyes.

“You thought I wouldn’t find out?” you say, voice sharp with amusement. “Poor Seungkwan was stuck with that thing on for hours. Hours. He was practically crying when I finally took it off for him.” Mingyu’s lips part, but you cut him off. “All because he trusted you. And you, of all people, haven’t even worn one yourself.” You take a slow, purposeful step closer. “That’s a little unfair, don’t you think?” Before he can argue, you flick a small switch at the base of the ring. A soft whir fills the space between you. Mingyu jerks slightly, the sudden vibration making his cock swell immediately. He sucks in a harsh breath, hips twitching forward toward you like his body’s moving before his brain can catch up.

You step back, just out of reach, smiling sweetly. “Oh, one more thing… Seungkwan has the remote.” Mingyu’s expression freezes as the bedroom door opens. 

Seungkwan stands there, his cheeks pink but his expression calm, composed, holding the slim black remote like it’s some sacred relic. You nod to him, and with a single click, the vibration pulses stronger. Mingyu lets out a strangled groan, hands balling into fists at his sides. “You little fox.” He reaches for the ring, but you click your tongue, stepping in to smack his hand away gently.

“Ah ah. Don’t touch it.” You circle him slowly, like a predator with its prey, your hands reaching out to Mingyu’s shirt, slowly undoing button by button. “Here’s how tonight works. If you behave, you’ll be allowed to cum. If not…” You glance at Seungkwan. “Well, we’ll leave that up to him. And you know how long he can hold a grudge.”

Mingyu’s mouth opens in protest, but you cut him off with a firm, “Get on the bed.” He obeys without argument, crawling up onto the mattress and sitting back against the headboard, his shirt falling open his loosened tie sitting against his bare chest. You follow with your own slow grace, climbing into his lap, one knee at a time, before reaching under the pillow and pulling out a pair of silver handcuffs.

“Arms up,” you command. Mingyu raises his arms, and you click one cuff onto his wrist, thread it through the bars of the headboard, and secure the other one. You test the fit. He tugs slightly, but doesn’t complain. “Good.” You kiss him once, sweet and soft, a stark contrast to the heat crackling in the room, before slipping off his lap and gesturing to Seungkwan.

“Take a seat here.” You pat the desk chair. He obeys, sitting stiffly, still gripping the remote like it might explode.“Seungkwan,” you say, walking around behind him, hands sliding over his shoulders, “you have a very important job tonight. Any time Mingyu misbehaves, talks out of turn, tries to touch himself, or if I say so—you press that little button. Two minutes of vibration each time. And if he’s still acting up…” You lean down, whispering in his ear, “Crank it higher.” Seungkwan nods quickly, swallowing hard, you walk around to face him again, crouching slightly to his eye level. “Good boy.” You stand again, slowly circling back to the bed. “Now,” you say lightly, “a little birdie told me you don’t have much experience.”

From the bed, Mingyu snorts. “More like no experience.” You barely turn your head before Seungkwan taps the remote. Mingyu jolts with a gasp, a deep groan pulled from his throat. 

“Two minutes starts now,” you say coolly. Your gaze slides back to Seungkwan, who’s flushed pink but sitting tall, hands folded neatly in his lap. “Are you a virgin, Seungkwan?” you ask softly, your voice almost a caress. He nods once, nervously. “Anyone else in your group?” you press gently.

He nods again. “A few of us.” You hum, then glance back at Mingyu, just in time to see his mouth open. Seungkwan presses the button again without being told. Mingyu’s body jolts once more, back arching, groaning as the cock ring vibrates harder. You watch the scene unfold like a performance made just for you.

“Tell me,” you murmur, refocusing on Seungkwan, “do you have any fantasies? Anything you’ve thought about, or wanted to try?” Seungkwan hesitates for a long moment. Then he speaks, voice trembling but honest. “Mingyu once said… that watching you ride his thigh almost made him cum untouched. And I haven’t stopped thinking about it.” You raise an eyebrow, casting a wicked look toward your boyfriend, who tries and fails to look innocent. You step toward Seungkwan slowly, legs straddling his, lowering yourself onto his thigh. Your lace panties press against the fabric of his pants.

“Like this?” you whisper, and he nods, pupils dilating. You take the remote from his hand and turn off the vibrations. Mingyu exhales, sagging against the headboard. Your hands wrap around Seungkwan’s shoulders, sliding down his arms and guiding his hands to your waist. “Show me what you imagined.” You’re straddling his thigh, your bare skin barely brushing the fabric of his pants, and for a long second, he doesn’t move. He just stares up at you, his lips parted slightly, as if trying to commit every detail of you to memory. The curve of your waist. The heat in your gaze. The way you roll your hips, just once, slow and steady, dragging your soaked underwear against the hard muscle of his thigh. You swear you feel his breath catch. Then he finally moves. His hands, hesitant but eager, curl around your hips. He exhales, the sound shaky. And then, he tugs. 

Your body glides forward, a smooth stroke of friction that draws a soft gasp from you. Seungkwan’s breath hitches again, his fingers tightening as he pulls you back, slowly, his thigh tensing hard beneath you. He watches the way your breath stutters, your lashes flutter, the way your nails dig into his shoulders when you meet the push of his hands with your own rhythm. “God,” he mutters, mostly to himself, like he still can’t believe this is happening. Like he’s not sure how much more he can take. 

“Is this what you wanted?” you whisper, breath ghosting across his cheek as you lean closer, “Do you feel how wet you’re making me?” His head tips back slightly, the motion exposing the column of his throat. You press your lips to the warm skin there, gentle kisses layered with slow, sucking drags that leave blooming pink marks in your wake. He lets out a low, strangled moan, his hands faltering, his hips shifting beneath you.  His hands tighten again, holding your hips still against his leg as he unconsciously rolls his own up, chasing the friction you’re both drowning in. His cock twitches beneath the fabric of his pants, barely contained.

“Did you just come in your pants?” Mingyu calls from the bed, smug amusement dripping from his tone. He’s grinning, arms still pinned above his head, cock straining up under the ring. You don’t even glance at him. You just lift the remote and press the button, Mingyu’s body arches with a gasp, a pitiful whine slipping out of him.

“You are insufferable sometimes,” you mutter, not bothering to hide the smirk on your lips as you turn your full attention back to Seungkwan. You lift his chin, fingers soft but firm, guiding his gaze back to yours. 

“It just felt so good,” he says, dazed, voice barely audible.

“I know.” You smile down at him as you push yourself off his leg, Seungkwan’s hands trailing after you as you pull out your phone typing out a quick message, throwing it to the bed as you turn back to the flushed man in front of you, sitting at the edge of the bed and beckoning Seungkwan with a tilt of your head.

He doesn’t hesitate. Not now. As soon as he’s within reach, you hook your hands into the collar of his shirt and pull him down, your lips catching his in a hungry kiss. It’s clumsy at first, he’s still overwhelmed, trembling with leftover pleasure, but he melts into you, kissing you deeper. You pull him gently onto the bed with you, guiding his body until he’s laying over you, supported by his arms as you kiss him harder. You can feel the need trembling through him, the way he shivers when your nails scrape lightly against the fabric on his back.

Seungkwan’s lips are still swollen from your kiss, his eyes dazed and barely in focus as he pulls away, trying to catch his breath, you see the hesitation in him, the way he’s trying to be respectful, not letting his eyes wander further from your face. You take his hand gently, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and guiding it between your thighs. “We’re not rushing,” you say softly. “I want you to feel what you do to me.” His breath stutters as you move his hand down, his fingers trembling in your grasp. You pull your panties aside and press his index and middle fingers into your slit. The moment his skin touches your wet heat, he chokes out a quiet sound.

“God,” he whispers, eyes flicking up to yours in disbelief. “You’re so...”

“I told you.” You smile slowly, your hand not letting go. “Now watch.” You slide his fingers along your folds, gathering slick and coating his skin. You guide him in slow strokes, teasing up and down your pussy before gently nudging his fingertips toward your entrance. His mouth is hanging slightly open as you help him press inside.

One knuckle. Then two.

“Shit,” he gasps, eyes darting down to where his hand disappears into you. “You’re so warm—so tight, I—”

“Breathe,” you remind him, voice low and thick. “Move them slowly.” He does. Carefully, as if he’s scared he’ll hurt you if he’s too eager. You let go of his hand now, watching as he begins to curl his fingers inside you, stroking tenderly along your walls. The way he watches you, utterly mesmerised, eyes locked on the way your body reacts.

“Just like that, Seungkwan,” you breathe, hips lifting into the rhythm he’s building. “You’re doing so good.” Across the room, Mingyu groans. The sound is low, desperate. His arms are still pinned above his head, metal cuffs glinting in the dim light. His cock is painfully hard, the ring around the base keeping him right on the edge, and he’s been reduced to nothing but a mess of gasping breaths and twitching hips.

“Fuck, please,” he pants. “Let me—just touch—something—” You don’t even glance at him. Not yet.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper to Seungkwan, your body pulsing around his fingers. You reach up to cup his jaw, pulling him closer as you roll your hips down, grinding against his hand. “Try a third. Slowly.” Seungkwan hesitates for only a second before doing what you ask, sliding a third finger in with a shaky groan. You clench around him involuntarily, a guttural moan ripping from your throat as he fills you deeper. You hear Mingyu curse violently under his breath, chains rattling as he pulls against the cuffs, cock visibly throbbing in frustration.

“You’re killing me,” Mingyu groans, hips bucking helplessly into the air. “I can hear how wet she is. I can see your fingers disappearing in her—fuck, I can’t take this—”

You turn back to Seungkwan, “Keep curling them,” you whisper, dragging his mouth down to yours. “Like this…” You moan into his lips as he follows your instructions, his pace increasing slightly, more confident now. He watches your body fall apart under his touch like he can’t believe it—like he never imagined someone could unravel this beautifully from something so simple. Your walls pulse around his fingers as he hits the perfect spot inside you, over and over.

“Holy shit,” Seungkwan breathes, you arch your back, your hands grabbing at the sheets, your voice cracking with the next moan.

From the bed, Mingyu’s voice breaks. “God—please—just let me come—” Your hand finds the remote again, not looking, and you press the button up one more level. Mingyu’s body jerks, an almost sob tearing out of his throat, hips thrusting wildly in the air as the cock ring pulses with sensation and denial.

“You’re such a brat,” you murmur toward him, breathless. But all your focus is still on Seungkwan. On the way his fingers keep moving inside you, his breath ragged and fast, his cock rock-hard and untouched. He looks overwhelmed, almost afraid to stop, like he’s terrified this is a dream that’ll vanish if he hesitates. You reach down, still gasping, and cover his hand again, slowing his motions with a squeeze of your fingers. 

You’re both still catching your breath, your slick dripping down Seungkwan’s fingers, your thighs trembling, his mouth parted in awe like he’s forgotten how to blink. He’s kneeling between your legs now, eyes flicking from your face to where his hand had just been, still glistening. His cheeks are flushed, lips swollen from your earlier kisses, his cock twitching against the fabric of his pants, untouched but throbbing with need.

“Hey,” you say softly, reaching for him again. He looks up instantly, like he’s worried he’s done something wrong. You cradle his face in your hands. “You’re doing so well, Seungkwan. But I want to check in. You okay?”

He nods quickly, a little too quickly, breath catching. “Yeah—yes. I’m just—I didn’t know it would feel like this. I didn’t know I’d get to see you like this. I…” He trails off, eyes falling shut for a moment like he’s trying to process everything at once.

You smile, brushing your thumbs across his cheeks. “I want to take care of you. But only if you want that too.”

“I want it,” he says instantly, voice small and sincere. “I really want to. I just… I’ve never…”

“I know,” you whisper, gently pressing your forehead to his. “That’s why I want to go slow. I’ll guide you through everything, okay? You tell me if anything feels too much. If you want to stop at any point, we stop.”

He swallows hard, his hands resting on your hips now. “Okay.” You lean back slightly, trailing your hand down between your thighs, dragging your fingers through your slick and dipping them into the waist band of his pants wrapping them around his cock, stroking him slowly. He groans, eyes wide and wild. “You can say no to this too. You don’t have to do anything for me.”

“But I want to,” he breathes. “I want to be inside you.” Your heart swells at the honesty in his voice. You guide him gently forward, undoing the buttons on his pants before letting them fall down his legs, your other hand sliding down to part your folds and line his cock up with your entrance. He’s thick and flushed, already leaking, the heat of him making you gasp even before he’s inside.

You pause, letting the moment hang there.

“Are you sure, Seungkwan?” you ask one more time, your eyes locked with his. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I’m sure,” he whispers and with a soft kiss to his lips, you guide him in slowly. He sucks in a breath the moment the tip of his cock slips past your entrance, his whole body freezing for a beat like he’s afraid to move, afraid he’ll finish too fast.

You keep a hand on his face, stroking his cheek, your voice warm and low. “That’s it… just go slow. Let your body adjust. You feel so good.” He groans, eyes rolling slightly as he pushes in further, inch by inch, and you feel every single one. His hips stutter forward, and you grip his shoulders gently, keeping him steady. When he’s fully inside, buried to the hilt, he gasps, loud and wrecked.

“Oh my god,” he breathes, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “You’re so tight.”

“You’re doing perfectly,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “Just stay still for a second. Breathe.” He does. His chest rises and falls against yours, heart pounding in sync with yours. You feel his hands grip your waist, thumbs brushing over your skin like he’s grounding himself in the sensation. When he starts to move, it’s tentative, small thrusts, shallow and gentle, his moans broken and breathless.

“God, I’m—this is insane,” he groans, eyes fluttering shut. “I didn’t know it would feel like this.” His rhythm is slow, a little unsteady, but every thrust makes your body spark with warmth. And even in his inexperience, there’s something so honest about the way he moves, so focused on you, on how you feel, on making it mean something. His hips start to move faster now, deeper, and you can hear the change in his breath—rising, ragged, desperate. He’s already close. You can feel it in the way his thighs tremble, the way his cock throbs inside you.

“Can I—?” he pants, voice tight. “I don’t know how much longer I can—”

“Yes,” you whisper, pulling him flush against you, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. “Come for me, Boo” His whole body tenses with the force of it, hips jerking as he spills inside you, moaning your name like a prayer. You hold him through it, rocking your hips gently, riding out the waves with him. He kisses your shoulder, your cheek, your jaw, soft and unsure, but full of gratitude. When the moment finally settles, when your bodies stop trembling, Seungkwan lifts his head to look at you.

“You okay?” you ask again, brushing his damp hair off his forehead. He nods, eyes a little glassy, lips curved in a small, shy smile. 

From the bed, Mingyu groans dramatically. “I hate both of you. Just so we’re clear.” You chuckle breathlessly, reaching for the remote again, but not pressing it yet. You run your hand through Seungkwan’s hair as he relaxes his body still warm and pliant, overwhelmed in the sweetest way. He’s quiet for a long time, just breathing with you.

And then, in the softest whisper, “Thank you.”

You brush a hand through his damp hair and murmur, “Time to get up. Seungcheol’s going to be outside any minute.”

Seungkwan groans softly in protest, nuzzling deeper into your skin. “Can’t I stay like this?”

You smile, pressing another soft kiss to his temple. “Unfortunately not.” He lets out a breathy laugh and slowly peels himself off of you, careful and quiet like he’s afraid he’ll disturb the stillness you created together. As he runs a shaky hand through his hair, you reach for your phone to check the time and right on cue, a message from Seungcheol pings, “Outside.”

You text him a quick “Be right there” and place the phone down again before turning back to Seungkwan, who’s now sitting on the edge of the bed, blinking like he’s still processing everything. You move in front of him, settling between his legs and holding his face in your hands.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask gently. “No regrets? No weird feelings?”

He meets your eyes, and for once, he doesn’t hesitate. “No weird feelings. Just…” He laughs under his breath. “I think my brain is still catching up with what just happened.”

You grin, leaning in to press your lips to his cheek, then the other, then his forehead.

“Take it easy tonight. Hydrate, sleep.”  You grab a hoodie off the back of a chair and slip it over your frame. Slipping on some shoes you turn towards your boyfriend still handcuffed to the bed. “Stay.” You tease, a chuff of laughter leaving Seungkwan as he follows you to the front door. 

The two of you quickly make your way down stairs to the waiting car in front of the building, Seungcheol shooting you a quick wave as you usher Seungkwan into the car, making him promise to have a shower and a nap when he got home. 

You just about make it into the apartment when you hear to loud sigh of your boyfriend, exactly where you left him.  “Oh, finally.” Mingyu’s voice is thick with mock betrayal. “What was that, an after-school special goodbye? I’ve aged like five years over here.” You make your way slowly into the bedroom, arms crossing over your chest. Mingyu’s still sprawled out on the bed, flushed, panting lightly, and clearly not over the fact that he’s been a captive audience for a very long time. The cuffs are still snug around his wrists, and his hips are lifting slightly with every breath, the cock ring still in place, his cock leaking steadily.

“Gyu,” you say flatly, walking back to the edge of the bed. “You’ve been talking a lot for someone who put one of their friends in a very vulnerable position today.” Mingyu groans again, dropping his head back against the pillow.

“I didn’t think you’d handcuff me to a bed for it.” He whines, still pulling against the restraints as you make your way to the end of the bed, perching lightly on the edge, sitting next to him and letting your hand rest on his stomach, barely touching. His abs tense beneath your fingers.

“You know I’m dying, right?” he mumbles, eyes fluttering shut. “Like. Genuinely. Actual medical emergency. I think my soul left my body about fifteen minutes ago.” You laugh, sliding your hand down just enough to graze the edge of the cock ring, one flick of the device, the black ring falling away as Mingyu lets out a deep groan. 

“You’re fine,” you say. 

Mingyu opens one eye. “You're punishing me.”

“No, I’m ignoring you.” He sighs heavily, but his grin is sneaking through again.

“I just want a little attention. Maybe a kiss. Maybe a hand, or a mouth, or—” You lean over and press a kiss to his cheek, and he makes a little satisfied hum. “That’s not quite what I meant,” he murmurs.

“I know.” You smile and tap his chest with your fingertips. “But it’s what you’re getting for now.” He lets out the softest, most pathetic whine. You grin, leaning forward again, this time brushing your lips lightly against his.

“I’m still mad at you,” you whisper.

“And I’m still painfully hard,” he mutters back. “So I guess we’re even.”  You just roll your eyes before pulling the key out of the bedside drawer, slowly undoing one wrist before throwing the key besides him. 

“You can take care of yourself now.” You say with a frown, sliding off the bed and picking up a towel from the cupboard. 

“Wait, where are you going?” 

“To shower.” 

“Without me?” Mingyu whines as he fumbles around for the key which is now lost in the sheets, his cock still rock hard against his abdomen. “What am I meant to do about this?” He cries out as you pause by the door. 

“You’re a big boy, I’m sure you can figure it out.” You tease as you slide out of the room and into the bathroom, not sparing a second glance to you still restrained and obscenely hard boyfriend. 

[xddaengx]

play along - the series ⎜ pt 2 (rewrite)

✧ Pairings: Seventeen x Reader ⎜ Woozi x Reader ⎜ Mingyu x Reader

✧ Genre: Poly AU! ⎜ Idol AU ⎜ Established Relationship ⎜ Romance ⎜

✧ Warnings: woozi is a pleaser⎜ oral (f!recieving)⎜ Multiple Partners ⎜ Poly AU⎜insecurity⎜MDNI 18 + ⎜sap woozi ⎜body worship ⎜slow burnish ⎜

✧ Word Count: 5.6k

✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.

✧ Author’s Note: This is a rewrite of the original series as I wanted to try and update it a bit better in my own style, you can find a master post of the whole series here -> play along pt 1 - 10 - best believe I was listening to a playlist called seventeen sexy songs on spotify while I wrote this, let me know what y'all think.

(UNEDITED)

You keep your voice quiet as you speak into your phone, your hand cupped over the end to try and muffle your words even more, the faint tap of your shoes as you walk down the silent hallway. “But… if he’s busy I don’t want to interrupt him.” You murmur into the phone dropping your head in a soft bow as you pass by some staff who barely pay you any attention as you continue to approach the studio, nerves prickling the edges of your skin. 

“Don’t think of it as interrupting then.” Mingyu says through the crackle of your phone, his words muted by the loud music playing in the background, his members voice echoing through your speaker. His voice is calm, casual but you can almost see the way the corners of his lips are tilted upwards in a cheeky grin, “He knows you’re coming and he said he’s excited,” Mingyu starts, your hum of doubt making him pause, a breathy chuckle hitting your ears, “Okay, he pretty much said that, in the way that Woozi does, besides he’s in that studio all day, everyday, it won’t hurt him to see a pretty face every once in a while.” 

You huff a soft laugh, trying to ignore the way your stomach flip flops at the compliment, you had been dating Mingyu for so long now, you don’t know why he still made you nervous with simple words, “As long as you warned him, we all know what happened last time Hoshi tried to sneak in.” 

“Hey, he helped me make a song.” Hoshi cuts through the speaker on your phone, your eyes catching sight of the frosted studio door the words “UNIVERSE FACTORY” printed in large black letters in the centre. 

“At the cost of an eyebrow.” Mingyu chimes back and you can hear the muffled huff of Hoshi as he argues under his breath. “Baby, he likes you, like actually genuinely likes you which is rare for Woozi so just go with the flow, he won’t do anything you don’t want him to.” Your feet pause outside the door, your head nodding as Mingyu talks, your breaths evening out and you let out a quiet sigh. 

“I’m at the door.” You whisper slowly. 

“Okay, you remember the code…26-05” You nod again even though no one can see you, your lip catching between your teeth as you murmur out a soft goodbye, a smile blooming at the multiple you get back in return. You hang up, slipping the phone into your bag before sliding up the pin cover on the door - 2...6 - the door opens with a click before you’re even finished your eyes shooting up to find Woozi peeking through the door towards you. 

“I had a feeling it was you.” Woozi says, his voice hoarse, as if it’s been a while since he had to use it, he stands just inside the door way opening it a touch wider for you to slip in besides him, the door clicking shut quietly as you glance around his studio. 

“Oh, Mingyu said you might be busy and to just let myself in.” You stumble out quickly, your gaze flicking over to him before moving to continue taking in the room.

 “I was,” he agrees, watching you closely, “but I kept checking the time. I didn’t want to miss you.” You glance around the studio, surprised by how cozy it feels despite the modern, open layout. It’s filled with shelves of vinyl records, scattered scribbled notes, softly glowing lamps, and ambient lighting that makes the space feel almost sacred. A mix of LED light line the roof, hidden mainly from view other then the soft blue glow they let peek out.

It’s quiet, and warm and cozy, just like him. 

“You’ve really put your own little spin on this place, haven’t you?” You say, drifting further into the room. 

“It took a while to get it right, the way I was picturing it to be anyway.” Woozi’s gaze follows yours as you look over the sprawled papers on his desk, the computer opened on multiple screens with his work spread across them. “Do you…um… do you want to see what I was working on?” Your head nods in response before you even get a chance to think about it, Woozi sliding past you to sit in his desk chair his fingers working quickly on the keyboard as he motions you over, his hands reaching for a headphone set off to the side. 

You wander over, perching on the arm of his couch tucked against the wall, taking the offering of headphones from him quickly, sliding them over you ears before giving him a quick nod, the producer clicking his thumb against the space bar, the music quickly filling your ears, soft and aching, layered with harmonies that tug at something inside your chest. It's not for the charts, it’s not for performance, it feels personal. Raw. You don’t speak until the last note fades.

“Woah.” You say quietly, sliding the headphones off your ears as you pull your lip between your teeth again, unsure about what to say. “It gives me the same feelings as Hug did, it feels so upsetting and comforting at the same time.”  That gets a quiet laugh out of him. His shoulders ease, but his fingers keep fidgeting at the edge of his sleeve. You watch his profile in the glow of the screen, smooth jawline, soft eyes, lips pressed tightly together like he’s holding something back.

He glances at you. “I heard you and Hoshi hung out the other night.”

“I guess you could say that…” You start, a soft laugh bubbling out of you as you add, “We had a good ol’ chat.” Woozi just hums, his smile widening a bit at your joke before he adds on,

“He said it was the best he’s slept in months…” You lean back on the arm of the couch, curious to where this was going, You feel his gaze lingering on you, heavy and quiet, like there’s something that he wants to say but he just can’t get it out. “I was nervous about today, about how this whole thing is going to work.” He finally manages to voice his thoughts, your brows raising a little in surprise at his words. 

You shift a little on your seat, turning to face him a little more, “How what is going to work?” 

“I mean it’s not like we hang out or really do anything together, I mean I think before today we’ve had a total of maybe four conversations and most of the time you don’t even look at me while we do.” You blink at him, a little startled by his honestly, by the details he seemed to be keeping track of. 

“It’s just… I don’t want you to feel obligated to come here, you know? Mingyu and Hoshi…” He pauses for a moment, his brows squeezing together as he thinks of the right words, “The others, people usually gravitate towards them naturally and I’m not really one of thos—” 

“Don’t say you’re not like them,” you interrupt. “That’s the point. You’re not supposed to be.” He looks at you again, uncertain. You continue, voice soft but firm. “I’m here because I want to be here. Not because someone is forcing me to or because I want everyone to feel included just to get closer to one of you. I don’t care that we’ve only talked a handful of times. I care that every one of them mattered.” You see it, the flicker of emotion across his face. Relief, maybe. For a moment, he doesn’t move. You can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers twitch slightly at his sides like he wants to reach out but doesn’t know how. His lips part, then close again.

“Woozi,” You mumble as you stand from your spot, gently placing the headphones back on his desk before crossing your arms over your chest, “I’m here because I want to be, but I don’t have to stay if you don’t want me to.” Your words hang open in the space between you, soft and heavy, filling the room with an almost unbreathable silence. You’re both standing now, Woozi springing from his chair like something bit him, his arms still limp by his side as he watches you closely. 

He doesn’t speak, or move, his eyes are fixed on you, wide and unreadable, but you can see the cogs turning, the thoughts rushing past his eyes as his gaze begins to flicker over you - roaming, from head to toe as he takes everything in. You catch the way his throat bobs as he swallows down whatever thought almost made it to the surface. He wants to say something, you can tell, his fingers twitching at his sides before digging into his thigh, like he’s so close to reaching out to you but a part of him just doesn’t know how. 

You glance down at them, his hands, slender, elegant, calloused, capable of creating the kind of music that makes people cry without knowing why. But right now, those same hands tremble slightly at the thought of just touching you. And still, nothing, so you take a breath and try again. You didn’t think agreeing to sleep with your boyfriends friends would lead to so many situations of uncertainty and you’ve barely even begun. 

“You can tell me, you know.” You say, your voice a tremble in the wind, not wanting to spook the man before you, “if you’re not sure about this or… if it’s too much too fast, you can always tell me.” You hint, wanting to give him the space to pull away without any guilt or second guessing. 

“I’m not unsure of anything.” Woozi finally responds, and you can’t help the breathy laugh that escapes you, your eyes tracking over him again, his posture still tense those his hands have managed to release his thighs. “I’m just nervous.” 

“Nervous about what? I didn’t think I was the type of person to make people nervous.” You let out a soft chuckle at your own joke, only just managing to catch the glare of despair that Woozi shoots over to you, the exasperation evident on his face. “What are you nervous about, Woozi?” You ask again, your gaze a little softer, your arms falling from their spot against your chest, taking hold of the hem of your dress, fiddling with the fabric.  He laughs, but there’s no humour in it. Just breath, nervous and tight. 

“Of getting this wrong. Of ruining something before it even starts. Of wanting something too much and making you uncomfortable.” His words knock the air out of you, not because they’re dramatic, but because they aren’t, but because they’re plainspoken and real and so unmistakably Woozi. 

You take a step closer. “You haven’t ruined anything.”

He nods once, slowly. “But I might. And my legs don’t seem to be working at the moment.” 

“Woozi,” you say, and his eyes shift to you again. You hesitate for a moment before reaching out, slowly - cautiously, letting your fingertips brush the back of his hand resting on his leg. His breath catches, the contact is featherlight, nothing more than skin grazing skin. But you feel the electricity of it spark down your spine like a live wire. His hand stays there, tense beneath yours, as if he’s trying to hold himself in place. He doesn’t pull away. “I don’t need you to do anything grand,” you murmur. “I just need you to be you.”

Woozi is quiet for a moment, the slowly, almost unnoticeably his hand turns under yours, his fingers curling in between yours gently, his eyes watching the motions almost like he can’t believe this is really happening. His palms are a little sweaty against yours but you can’t help the way your lips tilt up at his movements. “I thought about you all week,” he says suddenly, voice low and hoarse. “And every time I let myself imagine you being here, I’d get halfway through the thought before talking myself out of it. I’d think, she’ll be uncomfortable, or I won’t know what to say, or what if I want to touch her and she doesn’t want that?” His quiet confession leaves a brick on your chest, he’s honest, and vulnerable in the way that Woozi has always been good at. 

You feel his fingers flex against yours, almost like he’s waiting for you to pull your hand away from his, but you don’t. You squeeze his hand softly, taking a small step closer to him. “You just have to ask.” Your voice, floats around the room, tangling in Woozi’s head as he thinks over every syllable. 

Woozi blinks, like he hadn’t even realised that was an option, his mouth parts again and for a moment, nothing happens, nothing comes out, just the soft rise and fall of his chest as the producer stands at a loss for words. He copies your movements, shifting one step closer his fingers wrapping around yours just a little bit tighter. “You don’t know how long it’s been since I let myself want something this much,” he says, voice lower now, softer. “Want someone.” He clarifies. Then, his free hand rises, hesitantly as if he’s expecting you to smack it away at the last moment, and hovers near your hips, his eyes searching yours for permission.  His hand settles lightly, tentative at first, and then firmer once he sees you’re not going anywhere. The warmth of his palm seeps through the fabric of your dress like a slow burn, grounding you both in something real and now. “You’re warm,” he mumbles, almost to himself.

“And you’re shaking,” you whisper back, the edge of a smile tugging at your lips.

“I know.” His head tips toward you slightly, almost as if he’s leaning into your orbit without realising it. “This is… new. Not just the situation. You.” 

You tilt your head. “Me?”

“You feel safe,” he says, like the words are being dragged out of him against years of practiced restraint. “Like someone I don’t have to perform for.” You reach up, brushing a strand of his hair back from his forehead. His eyes flutter shut briefly, like he’s memorising the feeling.

“I see why Hoshi was so pleased with himself.” Woozi hums almost to himself, “One look from you and we all crumble like sand.” Your breath catches a little as his other hand pulls out of yours, adding itself to your hip, his fingers curling into your plush flesh, slow and deliberate. He watches your face, looking for any signs that he should stop himself, pull away. 

You give him nothing, not even a hint of hesitation, especially when you step forwards, closing any space left between you, the warmth of him leaking through the thin fabric of your clothes, your hands lifting to gently smooth down the front of his shirt, his muscles flexing as you feel the solid thump of his heart. “You keep saying you’re nervous, but you haven’t run away from me yet.” You tease.

“I don’t think I could if I tried,” he breathes, eyes locked onto yours like you’re the only thing anchoring him to the floor. “Not from you.” You reach up, your hand tracing the edge of his jaw with the lightest touch, and he leans into it - subtly, but enough that it makes your chest ache. 

“Then what are you waiting for?” There’s no more hesitation after that. Woozi moves. It’s not rushed. It’s not aggressive. It’s slow, desperate. His lips find yours with a gentleness that betrays just how long he’s wanted this, how hard he’s tried to be careful, to not let that want slip through the cracks of his usually tightly guarded expression. His mouth is soft and warm, but it deepens quickly when you respond, when your hands slide up into his hair and your body presses flush against his. He makes a low sound, something between a sigh and a moan, deep in his throat. The sound vibrates against your lips, and it’s all the encouragement you need to press harder, to tilt your head and let your mouth open just enough for him to taste.

The kiss turns heated, fast, like all the restraint he’s been practicing has finally snapped under the weight of your closeness. His hands glide along your hips, his thumbs brushing the soft material of your dress, a frustrated groan sounding from the back of his throat. You still feel the delicate tremble in his fingers, but they hold you firmly now, pulling you closer until your thighs bump the edge of his desk and he’s crowding you into the space between him and the mess of his music.

“You smell like flowers,” he whispers between kisses, his breath ragged, lips brushing over your jaw now, his voice husky. “I can’t think when you’re this close.” You smile, letting your hands wander, down the firm lines of his abdomen, along the curve of his arms wrapped around you. 

“Then stop thinking,” you murmur against his ear, nipping softly at the shell, “Just feel.” Something in him breaks at that. He groans, low and desperate, and suddenly his hands are on the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up effortlessly to sit on the edge of his desk. Pages scatter beneath you, pens and notebooks shifting, but neither of you notice. Your legs part automatically, instinctively, and he steps between them, the motion pressing your bodies together again, tighter, hotter. His mouth crashes back into yours, more urgent now, his hands roaming, one slipping beneath the hem of your dress, fingers teasing at the soft, bare skin of your thigh, while the other anchors you at your waist.

His kisses turn needy, his teeth scraping against your bottom lip as you raise your hands to thread into his hair - his lips trying to pour every desire he’s ever had into your kiss, there a part of you that’s ashamed that you respond so equally to Woozi, knowing after this you’ll be going back to your boyfriend, you’ll always go back to him at the end of the day. 

“You’re real,” he murmurs, like he still doesn’t believe it, his forehead pressed against yours as he catches his breath. “This is real, right?” You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer until your noses brush. 

“As real as you want it to be.” He kisses you again, slower this time, more controlled, but the fire behind it doesn’t dim. His hand strokes over your thigh, up and up, until he’s teasing along the hem of your underwear, his fingers hovering there, waiting. You pull back just enough to meet his eyes, your own breathing quick and uneven. “You can,” you whisper. “If you want to.”

“I want to.” Woozi’s voice cracks as he pulls away from you, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he can really consider them, his fingers digging into your thighs as he lets out slow, deep breaths. His voice is rougher than you’ve ever heard it when he continues, “I want to hear every sound that Mingyu had ever kept hidden from us.” The words send a spike of heat straight down, the acknowledgment of this whole situation somehow lighting even more fire under you as you picture your boyfriend’s pleased smile at Woozi’s words.  He touches you softly at first and when he feels how ready you already are for him, he makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat.

“You’re already soaked,” he murmurs, kissing your neck, your jaw, the corner of your mouth. “I haven’t even done anything.”

“You’ve done plenty,” you breathe, your hips tilting toward his hand instinctively, desperate for more. He groans again, fingers beginning to move in slow, deliberate circles that have your thighs trembling around him in seconds. You cling to him, the pressure in your stomach coiling tighter with every breath, every flick of his fingers, every soft kiss he presses to your collarbone. He finds your pulse point and sucks softly, earning a gasp from you that only makes him move faster. Pulling back for only a moment to send you a question glance as he looks down at the yellowing bruise on your shoulder. 

“Ask Hoshi.” You just barely to get out before Woozi’s lips are back on you pressing a short kiss against the bruise. 

“Let me see you,” he says suddenly, pulling back just enough to look at you. “I want to see your face.” You don’t hesitate, you reach down, tugging the straps of your dress off your shoulders, letting the fabric fall until you’re exposed to him, bare from the waist up in the soft, warm glow of his studio. His breath catches audibly, his hands still against your thighs as he drinks you in.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, with so much sincerity it makes your chest ache. “Mingyu the lucky fucking bastard.” He leans in again, kissing down your neck, across your chest, until his mouth finds your breast. His tongue flicks over your nipple, and you cry out, your hands fisting in his hair as his fingers keep working between your legs.

“Woozi, I think I’m —”  you pause before you can finish your sentence, letting out a long whine as Woozi pulls his fingers away from you.  

“I know,” he murmurs against your skin, the vibration making you whimper. “But I want to take my time with you.” Woozi’s voice is low and smooth, heat dragging up your spine as his breath ghosts over you skin. His fingers, slick from you, trail slowly up your thighs again, though not returning to where you want him, but higher, curling over your hips, the pads of his thumbs pressing into your flesh in slow, languid circles. You feel each touch like it’s a kiss, like he’s memorising you.

He pulls away a little, just enough to graze his eyes over you, and you swear if anyone else looked at you like he did, like he was studying a piece of art you’d pull away from him, try to hide yourself from his stare but not Woozi. His eyes held an appreciation that was hard to find anywhere else. 

“I’m going to take my time with you.” He confirms his previous statement, and god does he. 

He drops to his knees in front of you, slowly like he’s settling in for a long afternoon, and slides his hands beneath the hem of your dress again, his thumbs catching the very edge as he pulls it up your thighs. His hands pause only for a moment at the junction of your thighs, gently pushing against them as your legs slide open in response.  You shiver from the brush of air against your damp panties, but he doesn’t touch you there. 

Not yet. 

He presses kisses to the inside of your thighs instead, slow and searing, the heat of his mouth sending little shocks through your skin as he trails closer… and then farther away again. “Woozi,” you whisper, your voice thick with need.  

“I know,” he hums, almost smug, but still sweet. His mouth presses higher, kisses damp and open, dragging along the crease of your thigh where it meets your hip. “I’ll give you what you want. Just… let me have this first. Let me worship you a little.” His hands latch to your hips pulling you closer to the edge of the table, and you exhale a sound, almost a moan as he drags your dress up a little higher, your fingers threading through his hair as he presses soft kisses along the waist band of your underwear. The he looks up at you, his fingers hooked on the material, watching waiting. 

You nod slowly - your hand bracing on the table as you lift your hips, his hands working to slide your panties down your legs, you almost snap your legs shut as the cool air of the studio hits you, but you manage to stop yourself, Woozi’s eyes locked on all of you as he tucks your garments into his back pocket. 

His voice is barely there when he speaks again, “Fuck, I don’t know if I can go slow anymore.” And then he leans in. The first touch of his mouth to you is featherlight, more like a question than a kiss. He presses closer, his tongue licking a slow stripe up your centre, tasting you, savouring. His hands move slightly to curl around your thighs, holding you open, his thumbs stroking gentle, grounding circles into your skin as he begins to truly eat you out. Slow, methodical, teasing, like you’re something decadent, something he’s wanted for far too long and refuses to rush now that he finally has you.

Every pass of his tongue feels deliberate, every flick against your clit meant to unravel you one stroke at a time. He moans into you - the sound muffled but deep - like he can’t help himself, like the taste of you alone is driving him mad. Your back arches, your hands clench in his hair, your thighs threaten to close, but his grip is too firm, keeping you open for him, on display, the pads of his fingers digging into your skin with just enough pressure to leave marks.  When you gasp his name again, this time desperate, needy, he pulls back just slightly, his lips wet, chin glistening, and looks up at you like you’re the only thing he’s ever wanted.

“I want to watch you come,” he breathes. “Right here, on my tongue. Is that okay?” The way he looks up at you, the fact that even asks the question sinks something deep in your stomach, something that says ‘we’re going to remember this forever’. All you can manage out is a soft nod, the grin spreading across Woozi’s lips enough to make your body melt as you let yourself fall back onto your elbows, just upright enough to see him work. mouth covering you again, tongue circling your clit with more purpose now, pressure building, his moans vibrating through you. You’re so close already, the tension coiled tight in your gut, your whole body singing under his worship. But just when you think you’ll fall apart, he slows. Not cruelly, not to tease in that way, but to prolong it, to savour it. Like he’s coaxing you toward the edge, then pulling you back, over and over again, letting you fall apart bit by bit under his mouth.

“I could do this for hours,” he whispers into your skin. “Stay on my knees and taste you until you can’t remember your own name.” You whimper, your thighs shake, and when he seals his lips around your clit and sucks, slow and deep, your entire body goes taut. “Come for me,” he murmurs. “Please.”

You do. 

One hand tangled in his hair, the other slapped over your mouth as you let out a breathy whine, his name on the tip of your tongue as you clap your thighs together against his head, his lips spreading in a smirk against you as his tongue keeps moving slowly against you. You feel Woozi’s soft taps on your thighs, a polite question, as your legs fall open your back collapsing against the desk as Woozi leans over you to grab a handful of tissues from the desk. He’s flushed, his mouth glinting with you all over him and his pupils are blown wide as he watches you try to catch your breath. 

You watch as he wipes his mouth carefully, slowly slipping your dress back up your torso and the straps over your shoulder, he's almost sad to wipe you off him as you pull yourself back into a sitting position, reaching for him as he steps towards you, your legs circling his waist as you catch his lips with yours, your essence still on his tongue as he dips it in your mouth, his hands raising to clasp at the sides of your face. The kiss is softer then before, Woozi happy to take his time some more, your hands reaching for the ties on his sweatpants as he pushes himself away from you. 

Your head tilts, eyebrows pinched in confusion as he dips his hand into his pants, adjusting himself before pulling his hand back out shooting you another nervous grin. He leans forward again, like he can’t quite help himself, pressing a tender kiss to your collarbone, your neck, your jaw and lastly your temple before he pulls away a little further. 

“Don’t…Don’t worry about me.” He murmurs softly, voice rough, “I just wanted to take care of you.” 

Your brows knit a little more. “But, woozi—” 

He shakes his head, final but not unkind, his hair falling in his eyes as he tries to place on a gentle smile, “I don’t want…I can’t have this feeling like a transaction.” 

“Woozi, that’s not wha—” 

“I know.” He cuts you off, his arms crossing against his chest, his guards slowly sliding back up. “I know that not what you mean by it, but expecting…” He shakes his head a little, “if I think you’re doing it just because you think you owe it to me, it’ll ruin what it really is.” He corrects himself.  After a pause, he adds, so quietly it almost doesn’t register: “I wrote about you. A while ago.”

Your breath stills. He doesn’t clarify at first, like he regrets saying anything. “You didn’t know,” he says, half to himself. “And I didn’t think you needed to. It was just one song. Well… to be honest maybe more.”

Your hear rears back a little, “You’re serious?”

He huffs a breath, not quite laughing. “You remember that solo I put out a few years ago?” You nod, his words suddenly all clicking into place, the brightness in his eyes mirroring the recognition in yours. “Ruby, was all cause of that stupid little red dress you wore at the Christmas party where Mingyu introduced us all.” Woozi lets out an almost humourless laugh. 

“Red’s been my favourite colour since then.” You can’t stop the way your mouth falls open a little at his statement, the completely honest nature taking you by surprise. Your mouth opens and closes like you can’t decide which words to speak, but the buzzing of your phone from inside your purse has both of your eyes flicking away from each other. 

Woozi takes a few steps forwards, sliding his hand in your bag and picking up the phone to see Mingyu’s name lighting the screen. “I guess girlfriend duty calls.” Woozi chides, passing the phone over to you as you slide off the desk, straightening out your dress before feeling the cool breeze brush against you, your eyes shoot up to Woozi’s before dipping to look down at his pockets. 

Woozi lets out another laugh, his hand tapping against his back pocket, “I think I’m going to keep those for a little bit, if you don’t mind.”  You shift slightly, smoothing your clothes again as the silence stretches. The studio hums faintly in the background, monitors on standby, forgotten melodies still lingering in the air. Woozi hasn’t moved from where he stands, his hand falling back to his sides like they doesn’t know what to do without touching you.

He doesn’t look at you when he finally speaks. “You don’t have to pretend it meant more than it did,” he says, voice even, too even. “I know what this is. What Mingyu’s letting it be.” You blink, caught off guard by the quiet bitterness laced beneath his tone.

“It’s not that simple,” you say.

He exhales slowly, nodding. “No. It’s not.” He turns, finally facing you, his expression unreadable. “I just didn’t want it to feel like I was... cashing in on something,” he admits, voice rougher now. “Like he gave permission and that made it okay. Like I just took my turn.”

You take a step toward him, your voice softer. “It wasn’t like that.”

“I know,” he says, but his mouth twitches like he doesn’t quite believe himself. “Still. I didn’t do it to just cause I could.” He cuts himself off, then lets out a short, self-deprecating laugh. “Doesn’t really matter.” You watch him, the set of his jaw, the way he won’t quite meet your eyes. Something curls in your chest, aching, slow, warm, and suddenly you realise that this situation might be a little more difficult than you had all thought it would be.

“I meant to keep it to myself,” he says after a beat. 

You blink. “What?” He shrugs like it’s nothing, but his voice gives him away.

“‘Ruby.’ The solo track. And... others. You’ve been in more lyrics from us than you realise.” You go still, heart catching. He finally looks up at you, and his gaze is steady now, open. “Not because I thought you’d ever hear it and know. I write what I feel, what I think about. And for a while, it’s just been you.” You don’t say anything, you don’t know if you can, you just let the silence stretch between you. “I don’t want you to owe me anything,” he says after a moment. “Not because of tonight. Not because of what Mingyu said was okay. Not because of some song.”

“I know,” you say quietly. “That’s why it means something.” His shoulders ease, just a little. The corner of his mouth twitches, soft. You glance at your phone, still buzzing quietly in your hand, then back at him.

“Go.” He says, the smile creasing his eyes this time, like his body and mind were finally on the same page, like he said everything he needs to get off his chest. 

“We will be discussing this further.” You say with a threatening finger pointed his way as you grab your purse, and stomp, commando, out of his studio your phone pressed to your ear. 

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play along : the series - look book

I'm in the middle of writing part 2 of play along : the series (rewrite) and thought that I should have a little post for myself and the readers to refer to if you wanted which version of seventeen I was picturing while reading. (credits to all owners of the photos) i don't know if you can tell but I'm a sucker for dark and long haired svt.

[xddaengx]

play along - the series ⎜ pt 1 (rewrite)

✧ Pairings: Seventeen x Reader ⎜ Hoshi x Reader ⎜ Mingyu x Reader

✧ Genre: Poly AU! ⎜ Idol AU ⎜ Established Relationship ⎜ Romance ⎜

✧ Warnings: Unprotected Sex ⎜ Riding ⎜ Multiple Partners ⎜ Poly AU ⎜ Switch!Hoshi ⎜ Shoulder Injury ⎜ Soft Sex ⎜ Praise kink⎜MDNI

✧ Word Count: 5.3k

✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.

✧ Author’s Note: This is a rewrite of the original series as I wanted to try and update it a bit better in my own style, its very similar to the original at this point but I think it has a bit more pizazz - you can find a master post of the whole series here -> play along pt 1 - 10

(UNEDITED)

“You want me to do what?” You lock eye with him through the mirror, half in disbelief, half convinced this is actually just some kind of fucked up dream. You fingers are paused on the corner of the pore strip still stuck to your nose, you let out another confused sigh before ripping the pad from your face, the sharp tug reminding you that this is in fact real and that your boyfriend was really asking you to do this.

“Mingyu you’re going to have to repeat yourself a little slower, it seems as if my CPU has stop functioning.” You slowly turn in your vanity chair, looking at your boyfriend completely, the ends of his hair stuck to his forehead post shower, his posture relaxed as he perches on the end of your bed — well his bed but semantics. His long legs are bent, his body resting back on his hands as he watches you do your skin routine lazily. 

“I said,” he starts pushing himself off his hands leaning his elbows on his knees, a soft grin spreading across his face as he finished, “I want you to sleep with my members.” 

You blink. Once, twice. Before blurting out. “You mean fuck?” 

Mingyu lets out a breathy laugh as he nods his head, “Yes, I want you to fuck my members.” You search his face for any hints of sarcasm, that this is actually a very messed up and elaborate prank he’s pulling on you right now, but you come up short, more words sputtering out of your mouth. 

“Like all of them?… At the same time?” Your head tilts a little as your eyebrows pinch together in confusion, Mingyu lets out another laugh, his posture mirroring your, his head tilted slightly to the side his face far to relaxed for what he’s asking you to do. 

“No baby, one at a time — unless you want something different?” You continue to gape at him, still not sure what to make of this request. Mingyu leans a little further forwards his hands catching the end of your chair as he rolls you closer to him, his body emanating a soothing warmth that already has your body relaxing a little. 

“Bear with me, I’m still very confused.” You say your knees bumping against Mingyu’s as he leans in his lips aiming for yours, letting out a scoff when you lean back putting your hands up between the both of you. “Why are you asking me this? Wouldn’t most boyfriends—” Mingyu puts up his hand to pause you in the middle of your sentence. 

“I’m not like most boyfriends and let’s be real with each other for a second, you can’t tell me you don’t see the way they all look at you.” Mingyu takes a long breath, his hands clamping on your thighs as his voice drops a little, “we’re getting busier these days — all of us — and we all need the chance to unwind sometimes, I’m not always available for you when you need me but they could be.” 

“So this is some kind of weird self care idea?” 

“Not weird, just open — you work so hard and give me every thing you have… I just want to be able to give you something back.” 

“Mingyu, you do give me something back, just getting to speak to you is enough.” 

“I know, but our schedules are all over the place this year, I just think this is something we could all benefit from.” Mingyu pauses for a moment his hand smoothing up your thighs and over your hips until they sit lightly on the skin under your shirt, his fingers raising goosebumps as they soothe you. “They all adore you, you walk into the room and it’s like they all short circuit, this isn’t solely for you, it’s for all of us.” 

“And you’d just… be okay with that?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. “Wouldn’t it bother you?” His hand comes up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, the gesture so gentle it almost distracts from his words.

“I like sharing,” he says simply. “Especially when it’s on my terms. I decide who, when, where. I’m still the one in control. And who knows,” his lips twitch into a grin, “maybe I’ll watch. Maybe I’ll join in. Depends on how good you are.” Your stomach flutters despite yourself, heat licking at your cheeks. He’s always known how to walk that line between possessive and indulgent, his need to claim you only matched by his desire to see you completely undone.

You shift in your chair, your hands fidgeting in your lap. “They… they already know about this, don’t they?”

Mingyu chuckles again, his hands squeezing your hips. “Of course they do. You think I’d make an offer without checking they were on board? They’re dying to touch you, baby. Have been for months.”

You blink at him, stunned. “So you just assumed I’d say yes?” His eyes glint with amusement as he watches your expression. You rise slowly from the chair, swinging one leg over his lap, settling astride him. His breath stutters when you press your weight down, deliberately slow.

“Oh, so I’m just some pretty little toy to pass around?” you murmur, your fingers threading through his hair and mirroring his earlier tenderness, brushing it back from his forehead.

“I would never treat you like a toy,” he whispers, and his voice is suddenly tight. Your hands trail down his neck, then along his shoulders, nails dragging lightly over his skin. 

“You better not,” you purr. “Because if I’m going to let your friends play, then you better be very careful not to be left out.”

He exhales sharply, hands gripping your thighs as your hips press into his. The tension between you thickens, sparking like a fuse. His head falls back slightly, eyes half-lidded as he lets out a low groan. “God, you’re trouble.”

You smile sweetly, nipping at his jaw. “So?” you whisper, lips grazing his skin. “Who’s up first?”

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“Hoshi hasn’t had the best day.” Mingyu says, his hands braced on your shoulders as he leads you down the hallway - Mingyu and Wonwoo shared an apartment one door away and Mingyu was using his oversized body to shield you as he jabs in the pin for one of the dorm apartments. Mingyu had assured you before you began the ten second trek next door that no one besides Hoshi would be home for the night, they were all recording with Woozi tonight. 

“ He is going to need a little extra support tonight,” Mingyu says softly, fingers deftly working at the buttons of your crisp white dress shirt. He leaves the top two undone, letting just a sliver of skin peek through, just enough to hint, to tease. His gaze lingers there for a second, admiring, before moving to the hem of the shirt that skims the very tops of your thighs. “His shoulder’s been bothering him the past few days. It’s nothing too serious yet, but the doctor’s concerned he might have to pull back from performing if it gets worse. He’s been tense, and  I think you’re the one who could help him relax the most.”

You glanced down at yourself, your fingers fiddling with the hem of the button down dress shirt, the hem just barely covering your ass and the pale blue underwear Mingyu had bought on his way home from practice, the lace trim sticking out anytime you move a little too fast6, you turn your frown towards Mingyu. 

“Why does it have to be this shirt? It’s a bit short.” You tug again at the hem hoping the shirt might have a little more give, a little more coverage. Mingyu just takes a step back his gaze grazing over you as he takes in his handiwork, your hair sitting softly over you shoulder, he hums in appreciation before answering your question. 

“Because it’s his. He’s always saying how good you look in my clothes, how he thinks it’s unfair I get to see you like this all the time. He probably thinks I don’t deserve it.” He smirks slightly at that. “So, I’m just helping him live out one of those little daydreams he keeps buried under that quiet charm.” You huff, feigning exasperation, but your cheeks warm under the compliment, indirect as it may be. You shift under Mingyu’s gaze, suddenly very aware of the way the fabric moves against your skin.

“Are you coming too?” You ask after a short pause, your voice both whispers as Mingyu leads you further into the apartment, a closed door coming quickly into view, the flashing light from beneath the door telling you someone was inside. The idea of doing this alone with Hoshi, quiet — well when he’s at home — sweet, ever-considerate Hoshi, sends a flutter through your stomach.

Mingyu’s expression softens, his smile a little less cocky, he leans in a little brushing some of the hair off your shoulder tucking a few loose strands behind your ear, his knuckled grazing your cheek ever so slightly. “Not this time, princess. Hoshi gets… shy when it comes to this kind of thing. And I want him to feel safe, to feel like this moment’s just for the two of you. He’s always admired you from a distance, never wanted to overstep. But if I’m not there… maybe he’ll finally let himself have what he wants.” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering just a moment longer than usual. You close your eyes briefly, comforted by the quiet affection in the gesture.

“And what about rules?” you ask, looking up at him again. “Anything off-limits?”

Mingyu shakes his head without hesitation. “Nothing’s off-limits, baby. Whatever makes you happy is what matters most.” His tone is calm, confident, the kind of reassurance that settles something deep in your chest. “But the safe word stays the same. Peanut still means stop. He knows it, they all do. If you need it, don’t hesitate.” You nod slowly, letting his words ground you. Mingyu’s lips brush against yours next, light and sweet, just enough to leave you wanting more. Then, with a sly grin, he reaches behind you and gives your ass a playful tap. “Now go get him, tiger.” You laugh, heart fluttering a little as you turn away, the cool air brushing your thighs where the shirt fails to cover.

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It takes you at least sixty seconds to finally raise your hand and knock on the door in front of you, Mingyu slowly slipping back out of the apartment, shooting you a reassuring smile as there’s some shuffling from inside the room. You let out another long breath as Hoshi’s call of  “come in.” You push the door open slowly, your eyes locked on your shuffling feet as you turn to close the door behind you with a soft click, another reassuring breath leaving you before you spin to face the man perched on his bed. 

You watch as Hoshi straightens up a little bit on his mattress, his back leaning against the wall as he lets out a croaky cough, the blue of his TV casting a settling shadow over him, but you can feel his eyes, the way they dip to where your fingers still fiddle with the hem of your shirt, before shooting back up to meet your own, the sheets are  ruffled around his waist, the lean lines of his bare torso faintly defined in the glow. His lips part slightly, uncertain. His gaze drops again  to the hem of the shirt you’re wearing — his shirt — where you force your fingers to stop playing with the fabric resting carefully by your sides. 

“What are you doing in here?” Hoshi’s voice comes out quickly, a whisper so cautious you can’t help but get nervous with him. His eyes dart around the room as if he’s waiting for your boyfriend to jump out from the shadows and pounce, his body stiffening as he finds no sign of Mingyu. 

Your take a few steps forwards, the soft pad of your feet against the floor barely making a sound as you ask, “I heard your shoulder’s been acting up again. Are you in pain?” 

He seems to study you then — the way your eyes flicker to the heat packs strewn across the nightstand, the hint of concern in your voice. “It’s fine,” he says with a half-hearted shrug. “The others are just being dramatic. It gets stiff sometimes. That’s all.” You don’t believe him. You can see it in the way he shifts a little in discomfort, the subtle grimace that ghosts across his face. Your gaze lingers on him — on the soft slope of his shoulders, the band of tension visible in his neck.

“Hoshi,” you say quietly, pausing near the edge of the bed. He looks up quickly. “Can I ask you something?” He nods without hesitation, though his fingers tense where they rest on his thighs. You take another slow breath. “You’ll be completely honest with me, won’t you?” Again, he nods, a little more slowly this time, as though bracing himself.

You stop just short of the bed, your fingers still gripping the hem of the white shirt you wear. His shirt.

“What’s your favourite thing about my body?” you ask, watching his expression carefully. “What attracts you most… to a girl?” His eyes flick to the door, then back to you. He swallows, throat bobbing with the effort, and for a moment you think he might not answer. But then, softly, almost guiltily, he says it.

“Your chest.”

Your lips part just slightly. “What about my chest?”

He doesn’t look away, though his ears burn red. “Everything,” he murmurs. “Your boobs, your shoulders… the curve of your collarbones. It’s just—” he exhales, “—it’s perfect. You’re perfect.” Your hands move slowly, undoing another button, then another. The shirt parts slightly, just enough for the swell of your breasts to become visible beneath the soft fabric. His eyes follow the motion, but he doesn’t move.

“You want to know a secret?” you whisper, your fingers brushing lightly against the skin between your breasts, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. He looks up, eyes meeting yours. They’re darker now,   a glimpse of ferocity behind them.

You smile faintly, almost sadly. “Mingyu’s more of an ass man,” you say. “He barely even touches me here.” The confession hangs in the air, weighty and intimate. You undo the last button, letting the shirt fall open just a little more — still mostly covering you, but leaving far less to the imagination. Hoshi is on his feet in an instant, moving with urgency. His hands reach for the edges of the shirt, gently trying to close it again, his fingers brushing your skin.

“We shouldn’t… Mingyu is your—” He falters, eyes locked on yours, breath catching in his throat. “Why are you doing this?” 

You reach up and wrap your fingers around his wrists, grounding him. “Mingyu talked to you about this… didn’t he?” you ask, voice low. Realisation flashes in his eyes. He stills.

“You don’t want me?” you ask quietly. “Is that the problem?” Your voice cracks on the last word, something vulnerable bleeding into your expression. You loosen your grip, stepping back, the open shirt falling a little further apart as you retreat.

But Hoshi doesn’t let go.

His hands tighten gently around yours, keeping you in place. “That’s not—” he shakes his head, struggling to find the right words. “That’s not the problem.”

“Then what is it?” you whisper, eyes searching his face. “Why won’t you touch me?” He hesitates, caught between desire and guilt, but his silence says more than anything else could. You take one step closer, your voice soft but certain. “I’m not here because I have to be. Mingyu didn’t force me. I came because I wanted to. I came because I do want you.”

His expression crumbles, and for a moment, all the tension, all the hesitation, just like that it’s gone.

“Then touch me, Soonyoung.” The words fall from your lips in a soft command, breathy and full of tension. Hoshi stills for a fraction of a second, chest rising sharply before a shaky exhale leaves him. The name, his real name, cuts through the haze of hesitation like a match to kindling.He surges forward. His fingers tug urgently at the edges of your shirt, pulling you into him as his mouth finds yours. It’s not gentle. It’s not careful. It’s desperate, his  lips slanting over yours in a kiss that says everything he hasn’t been able to voice. His hands roam beneath the fabric, seeking skin, anchoring himself to the soft heat of your waist.

He walks backward without looking, not breaking the kiss even as he bumps into the edge of the bed. You feel the tremor in his body as he pauses just long enough to turn, lifting you effortlessly and laying you down across the mattress.   You adjust quickly, head sinking into the pillows that still hold his scent, the shirt falling open around you like parted curtains. You feel the cool air touch your skin and watch Hoshi’s eyes drink in the sight of you. He hovers at the foot of the bed, lips parted in something like awe, something like disbelief. “Lord help me,” he breathes, almost reverently, as he crawls onto the bed. He moves slowly, his forearms bracing on either side of your head, caging you in. His face hovers above yours, and for a moment he just looks at you. His eyes lingering on your collarbones, your lips, your chest.

“Can I?” he asks, voice small, reverent. You give a soft nod, the corners of your mouth turning up just slightly, and that’s all he needs. He presses a kiss under your jaw, the touch soft, tender, before trailing down, his lips skating across your skin like he’s mapping you. When he reaches your collarbone, he inhales deeply, a groan catching in his throat.

“You smell so good,” he hums, nuzzling into the hollow on the base of your neck before letting his lips travel lower. He hesitates at your chest, his eyes flicking up to meet yours once more before his mouth finds your nipple, tongue swirling before his lips close around it with a content sigh. Your back arches into his mouth as he shifts slightly, his other arm moving to steady himself. A faint grimace crosses his face as he moves, something subtle, but enough for you to notice. His lips find your other nipple, kissing it softly before drawing it into his mouth, but his shoulder gives another small twitch of protest, and this time you don’t let it slide.

“Hoshi, wait,” you say quickly, propping yourself up on your elbows. He pulls back instantly, eyes wide, lips glistening, the concern on his face immediate.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asks, his voice low, tinged with panic. He moves up your body, his brows knitting together. You shake your head gently, placing your palms against his cheeks. “No,” you murmur,“you didn’t do anything wrong.”

You kiss him softly, your hands moving to his shoulders, feeling the tight muscles beneath your fingertips. Without warning, you hook your legs around his waist and roll, guiding him gently onto his back. He lets out a surprised huff as you settle on top, thighs bracketing his hips.

“Is that more comfortable?” you ask, looking down at him, your fingers brushing over his chest before trailing to his shoulder, the one lined with blooming green and yellow bruises.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about—”

“Don’t,” you cut in, voice low but firm. “Don’t play dumb. Your shoulder looks like shit.” His mouth opens, then closes again. The frown deepens on his face, but he doesn’t argue. “Don’t you dare say it doesn’t really hurt,” you say, watching him closely. He sighs, sinking a little further into the mattress. You soften slightly, pushing his messy hair back from his forehead, fingertips smoothing over his temple before leaning down to kiss him again, slow and sweet.

“I’m not taking the blame if your shoulder gets worse,” you whisper against his lips, and he huffs a laugh.

“But I like being on top,” he whines, his voice rising in a playful protest as his hands squeeze at your hips, trying to coax you back down.

You smirk, placing a kiss at the corner of his mouth, then trailing them down his neck. “Well, I guess you’re just going to have to deal,” you murmur, lips warm against his skin. “It’s like this or nothing.” His groan is muffled as your teeth graze his throat.

“Can I at least sit up?” he asks breathlessly. You nod and shift back slightly, helping him pull himself upright. He winces only slightly as he adjusts, leaning back on his good arm, his sweatpants riding lower on his hips. You watch him with parted lips, heart fluttering. The dim light of the TV glows across his chest, all muscle, tension, and soft bruises from training.

You shrug the shirt off your shoulders, letting it slip to the floor beside the bed. Hoshi’s eyes trace every inch of you with wide-eyed hunger. Your nails drag slowly down his chest, drinking in every line and curve. “You really have been training hard for the comeback,” you murmur, voice dripping with praise. He nods, throat working hard as he swallows. His hands fist the sheets beside him, clearly trying to resist the urge to touch.

“I just don’t understand how you’re all so goddamn perfect,” you say with a grin. “So fit and handsome… you’re every girl’s dream.” You watch his jaw tighten, a flush rising up his neck. Then, your smile turns wicked.

“Oh… my pretty little kitten likes praise?” you purr, leaning in so your lips brush against the shell of his ear. You feel him shudder beneath you, his breath stuttering. “Does the little kitty like being told he’s handsome?” you whisper, letting your hand graze along the waistband of his sweats. He nods, sharply, helplessly, his hips lifting just barely off the bed at the teasing contact. His hands finally come to rest on your thighs, gripping gently, anchoring himself to you.

“Say it,” you command softly, brushing your lips down his neck.

“I… I like it,” he admits, voice barely audible, but it's there. Honest. Raw.

You smile, pulling back just enough to look at him — flushed cheeks, trembling lashes, chest rising with every shaky breath.

“Good,” you whisper. “Because I haven’t even started yet.” “For someone who said he likes being on top,” you murmur with a teasing lilt, brushing your nose against his, “you sure seem like you’re enjoying this.” Your fingers slip beneath the loose waistband of his sweats, and you feel the way Hoshi’s entire body shudders beneath your touch. It somehow doesn’t surprise you that he’s not wearing anything underneath, the lack of fabric makes it easier to find him hard and hot, already straining against your palm. You wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly, deliberately, pulling a soft, broken whimper from his throat. His hips twitch upward involuntarily, breath caught somewhere between restraint and begging.

“Tell me, Hoshi,” you coo, voice low and sweet like honey. “Do you want to come in my hand… or inside me?”

His answer is immediate, breathless. “Inside. Please—I want to be inside of you.” 

You hum in approval, leaning down to press a kiss against the corner of his mouth. “Good boy.” You tug his sweats lower, and he lifts his hips obediently, helping you slide the fabric down just far enough for his cock to spring free, flushed, leaking, so ready he nearly throbs in your hand. You curl your fingers around him again, giving a few slow pumps, your thumb brushing along the head, with your other hand, you hook your fingers into the side of your underwear, tugging it aside. His eyes stay locked between your thighs, watching with wide-eyed awe as you line him up.

“Look at me, Hoshi.” You catch his chin between your fingers and gently tilt his face until his eyes meet yours. They’re glassy, adoring, a little overwhelmed. You press your lips to his as you begin to lower yourself, the stretch slow and deep. His hands return to your hips, his grip like a vice.

“F-Fuck—fuck, wait,” he gasps, voice cracking as you take him inch by inch. You still immediately, your lips brushing against his. 

“It’s okay, kitten. What are you so afraid of?” you whisper, not moving, just holding him there, pulsing and buried halfway inside you. 

“I just…” He groans again, tipping his head back against the headboard. “I feel like a fifteen-year-old boy about to come in his pants from one touch. I just—just need a second. I don’t want to cum before you even move.” You press soft kisses to the shell of his ear, down his neck, across the bruises on his shoulder. Your hands soothe along his arms, gentle and grounding.

“Hoshi, just let it happen,” you murmur against his skin. “It’s okay. I just want you to feel good, we can worry about the rest later.” His head drops into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your collarbone.

“I’m trying,” he whispers. “I just don’t want it to end so fast.” You feel his grip loosen slightly, his body relaxing underneath you. So you move, just barely, rolling your hips in small, slow circles. He lets out a choked moan, his breath catching in his throat as you move again, a little deeper this time. His teeth graze your shoulder and you swear softly, the sensation sending sparks up your spine. 

“Relax, Hosh,” you whisper into his ear. The sound he makes is raw — part growl, part moan — and then his hands are moving on your hips, guiding you faster, pulling you down harder with each roll of your body. His thighs tense beneath you, his mouth hot on your shoulder, teeth pressing into the skin as he groans.

You feel him unraveling beneath you, feel the trembling in his legs, the frantic way he moves your hips.

And then he comes — hard — his breath catching, his arms pulling you flush against him as his body jerks. He bites down gently, not enough to break skin but enough to leave a mark. You hold him through it, your fingers threaded in his hair, letting him ride it out.

“What a good boy,” you breathe, your lips brushing his temple. “What a perfect little tiger.” He pants against your neck, sweat dampening his skin, his cock still twitching softly inside you. You pull back just enough to look at him, his face flushed, eyes dazed, lips parted.

You move one of his hands from your hip, guiding it between your bodies. “Help me finish,” you whisper. He nods without hesitation, rubbing soft, precise circles over your clit with his fingers. His mouth finds your chest again, lips closing around your nipple, sucking with renewed hunger. You shiver, your rhythm faltering as your body tightens with pleasure. “Such a good boy,” you murmur again, watching his lips on your skin, your hands pressing against the wall besides his head.

He leaves your nipples only to mouth at your neck again, sucking a dark mark just above your collarbone, and you cry out softly, hips stuttering as your orgasm builds. His hand moves to grip your ass, guiding your pace more firmly, helping you chase the edge. Then it hits, sharp and fast, your body curling over his as you let go, your moan muffled against the skin of his throat. He holds you steady, guiding your hips through every wave, grounding you as you ride it out. Eventually, your movements still, your breath coming in short, satisfied bursts. Hoshi’s arms hold you tight in his lap, his cock softening inside you, but neither of you rush to move.

“Thanks,” you whisper, brushing your nose against his.

“I think I should be saying that,” he murmurs, his fingers pushing a strand of hair from your cheek. His eyes flick to your shoulder. “Mingyu’s going to kill me.” You follow his gaze, spotting the mark blooming red where his teeth had sunk into you. You let out a breathy laugh. “He didn’t say you couldn’t…” You lift yourself gently, feeling the soft slip of him leaving your body. You step off the bed, adjusting your underwear and reaching for the white shirt on the floor.

“Wait—where are you going?” Hoshi scrambles off the bed, tucking himself back into his pants, trailing after you as you do up the buttons.

“I need a shower,” you say with a soft smile, “and I’m sure Mingyu’s wondering what happened.” He nods, but the disappointment in his eyes is unmistakable. “Right. Of course you’d go back to your boyfriend.”You reach out, taking his hand in yours, your fingers lacing through his. You lean in to kiss him once more — slow, sweet, lingering.

“I really did have fun with you, Hoshi. And who knows…” You squeeze his hand gently. “Maybe we’ll do this again sometime.” You walk toward the door, but pause before opening it, turning back one last time

“Oh, and Hoshi…” He glances up at you, a little dazed, a little hopeful.

“I hope your shoulder feels better.”

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“Have fun?” Mingyu’s back to lounging on his bed, one arm bent behind his head as he watches you walk out from his ensuite, you hair pulled cautiously over one shoulder, your towel patting the strands dry. You nod quickly rushing to grab your pyjamas from your drawer in his closet.  “Why are you in a rush? Did something happen?” Mingyu asks quickly, shoving himself off the bed as he cuts off your exit back into the bathroom. 

“Nothing happened…nothing at all.” You say quickly, trying to duck under his arm and into the bathroom but he stops you, his body pushing against yours until you’re forced to step away from your exit. 

“You really seem like you’re trying to hide something.” He grins, his eyes dropping to the shoulder covered with your hair. His hand moves fast to brush the wet hair away from the bare skin, the bruise visible, your hand halfway to trying to cover it. 

“What the fuck?” 

“You didn’t say it was out of bounds, and it just sort of happened.” You rush to explain, pulling you hair back over your shoulder.  

“He fucking bit you? God he really thinks he’s a tiger doesn’t he?” Mingyu hisses, his eyebrows pinching together as he moves your hair to look at the bruise again. 

“Spur of the moment” you try to reason again, fighting with your boyfriend to pull your hair back over your shoulder but he just bats your attempts away. 

“Well from here on, this is. No marking - that’s just rude, I try to give him a gift and he bites it.” Mingyu continues, letting out a quiet ‘I’m going to kill him’. 

“Okay, lets not get ahead of ourselves.” You coo, taking Mingyu’s hand in yours. “If you let this one slide, I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” You finish, Mingyu nodding slowly giving your hand a squeeze. 

“Fine. I’m glad the two of you had fun.” His pout grows as he keeps his eyes locked on your shoulder. 

“Don’t be such a jealous baby, this was your idea. So Mr-i’m-in-control, who are you thinking of next.” 

“I’m not telling you. You’ll know when I want you to.” He huffs, pouting. 

“God, you really are a baby.” 

“Only for you.”