truth serum
đ starring. Choi Seungcheol x afab!Reader
đź preview. When youâd taken this job as a handler, it hadnât been a babysitting gig. Youâd signed on to work with Seungcheol because he was supposed to be one of the best agents⊠supposed to be. Thereâd been a time, three months ago, when heâd completed a job with flying colors. The two of you had celebrated at a hotel in Paris after the success, and after two bottles of champagne, youâd actually thought you were starting to get to know the guy. But whatever inklings of a gentleman youâd seen that night had disappeared soon after, and things have been up in the air ever since. His man whoring ways are at an all-time high, and his judgment has been questionable, to say the least. Now heâs gone and gotten himself captured, and you canât help but fear the worst.
tw/cw. Seungcheol gets truth-serumed and a little beat up, unprotected sex, dirty talk, dominant Seungcheol, power dynamics, praise, one hint of degradation thatâs quickly squashed, breast/nipple play, fingering, oral, foreplay in the kitchen, bdsm subthemes, spanking as a punishment, pain kink, multiple reader orgasms, creampie/fullness kink, etc⊠I pet names: (hers) honey. (his) angel eyes.
đč rating.18+ explicit I wc. 6.6k
đ aus. Secret agent au, handler reader, coworker au, etcâŠ
âïž mlist + an. Thank you for being patient with me this month on my svt posting for June! My birthday is on the 25th and your smiley has been busy- so grateful I could get this out, even without a teaser post :) I don't know anything about actual secret agents, but this was a fun fanfic idea I had and I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did :)
âIâm just going to go talk to her.â
You hate how nonchalant Seungcheol sounds, hate how easily he can be swayed by pretty women, even while out on jobs. Itâs your responsibility to keep him in check, the little angel on his shoulder, and in his ear. âDonât do it,â you warn him.
âHer husbandâs the target, from what Iâve seen, sheâs harmless,â the agent counters.
âHow easily swayed you are by pretty women, and need I remind you this isnât the first time youâve let a person of interestâs wife become your focus.â
âCareful, Honey, for a moment there it sounded like you were jealous.â
Youâre watching Seungcheol through the casinoâs live footage, a stream youâd easily hacked for the operation at hand. Heâs leaning against the bar, all suave in dress pants and a white button-up that heâs left open just enough to show his prominent chest-
âThatâs your third drink,â you note, changing the topic, âdonât let it cloud your judgment, Angel Eyes.âÂ
âWe both know I can hold my liquor,â Seungcheol insists, raising his glass and sending a wink toward the camera before he downs the Old Fashioned. âIâm just going to go talk to her, she could give good intel.â
You let out a deep sigh. Sometimes, being Seungcheolâs handler can be a pain in the ass. Does he ever listen to you? Not usually. Does he get the job done, though? Most of the time.
âTrust me,â Seungcheol says, voice lowering. âIâm not going to do what you think Iâm going to do.â
You roll your eyes, leaning back in your chair while you scan the screens in front of you. âSeduce her James Bond style and compromise this entire thing?â
âMaybe only half of that.â
God, heâs such a womanizer, but with a face like his, and the perks that come with his job, he can afford to be.Â
âIf this goes sideways, donât expect me to bail you out of it.â you warn him.
âHoney, bailing me out is your job.â
You hate it when Seungcheol goes out of your visuals, and entering a hotel room with a targetâs wife was not on the itinerary tonight. For the first ten minutes, youâd sat anxiously, listening in on his smooth-talking, when the woman had suggested they take things to the bedroom, part of you had wondered if you should call this whole thing off and let Seungcheol do what he always does: fuck the hot wife and sort things out later.
But when you hear a male voice, and a startled, âWho is this?â from Seungcheol, youâre glad youâd stayed anxiously glued to your computer.
A faint, âFriend of my husband,â said in a nonchalant female tone, sets you off immediately, and youâre grabbing your phone to get backup support before you can even think.Â
You try to take deep breaths while you listen to what sounds like a fight taking place on Seungcheolâs end, and suddenly, the wire goes dead. Now, there are no sounds, only the racing of your own heart and the blood rushing through you.
âWhatâs going on?â Your supervisor's voice makes you jump, and you turn to see Jeonghan standing there with Hansol, another handler.Â
âCheol made a move on his targetâs wife, went back to her room, but the wife brought friends. The wire is dead.â
âFuck,â Jeonghan groans, âThis is the third time this has happened to him.â
âI tried reminding him of that,â you say, your voice raising with anxiety.
Hansol offers you a sympathetic hand on your shoulder. He takes care of an agent named Seungkwan, and while Seungkwan gets into his own messes, heâs not the type to go after married women in the middle of a job.Â
Jeonghanâs leaning over your computer now, and he brings up the map tracker you have on Seungcheol. âIâm sending this location to another agent we have in the area,â he tells you, quickly taking the reigns of the fuck up thatâs just happened.
âItâs Wonwoo, isnât it?â you sigh. âItâs always Wonwoo cleaning up Seungcheolâs messes.â
âYes, itâs Wonwoo,â Jeonghan admits. âWe made sure heâd be in the wings tonight in case something like this happened.â
âGod, this isnât good-â you groan.
âNo,â Jeonghan responds, âItâs not. After tonight Iâll have to have a serious talk with Seungcheol, and a serious talk with you about reassignment if we decide Seungcheol is a liability.â
Your heart lurches in your chest.Â
When youâd taken this job as a handler, it hadnât been a babysitting gig. Youâd signed on to work with Seungcheol because he was supposed to be one of the best agents⊠supposed to be. Thereâd been a time, three months ago, when heâd completed a job with flying colors. The two of you had celebrated at a hotel in Paris after the success, and after two bottles of champagne, youâd actually thought you were starting to get to know the guy. But whatever inklings of a gentleman youâd seen that night had disappeared soon after, and things have been up in the air ever since. His man whoring ways are at an all-time high, and his judgment has been questionable, to say the least. Now heâs gone and gotten himself captured, and you canât help but fear the worst.
After a harrowing two hours, you find yourself in the med section of the agency compound. Wonwoo is stationed outside of Seungcheolâs room, and he stands straighter as you approach. âHey, Honey,â he says, using your codename even though thereâs really no reason for it right now.
âWonwoo- how is he?â You anxiously look toward the door Wonwoo is guarding with his body.
Although youâd been connected to the whole ârescue Seungcheol operation,â youâre still buzzing with anxiety. Itâs unexplainable, and definitely bordering on unacceptable given the line of work youâre in, but damn it, you canât help but care for the man you handle every day.
âJeonghanâs with him right now,â Wonwoo responds smoothly.
Your heart thunders even louder in your ribcage. Jeonghan had mentioned Seungcheol being a liability- is he getting fired right now?
Part of you aches to be with him, to defend his stupid behaviour- but you know itâs not your place, besides, what would you even say? Youâd told Seungcheol not to go after the targetâs wife, and heâd done it anyway, which shows a lack of regard for handler instructions.
Seungcheol has become a liability, and you hate that things have come to this. Â
âWhat do you think is going to happen?â you ask.
Wonwoo shrugs. âThatâs above my paygrade.â
Heâs awfully stoic, even for a spy, and while it can be intriguing at times, right now, his deflections only frustrate you more.
You let out a sigh. âWhat if I asked you to guess whatâs going to happen?â
Wonwoo looks at you for a moment. âIâd guess Seungcheol will be put on a break.â
âA break,â you repeat. âLike⊠a permanent one?â
The spy can only shrug again, a nonchalant motion thatâs way too disinterested for your liking.
Jeonghanâs been trying to talk you into working as Wonwooâs handler for a while now, and although you know Wonwoo would be much less of a hassle than Seungcheol, you canât bare to tear yourself away from the spy whose messes youâve been helping clean up for over a year.Â
Despite Seungcheolâs massive ego, and his magnetic attraction toward trouble, thereâs something about him that makes you want to care for him. Sure, he never listens, especially when you give him advice about women, but Seungcheol has a certain something about him- something that you wonât give up easily.
Before you can talk further with Wonwoo, the med room door opens and Jeonghan steps out. He lets out a deep sigh, crossing his arms over his chest.
You hold your breath, waiting for your boss to give you instructions.
âThis is a shit show,â Jeonghan says finally.Â
Neither you nor Wonwoo verbally agree with him, but brief eyecontact between the two of you makes it known what youâre both thinking.
Jeonghan addresses you next. âIâm guessing you want to go in there and talk to him.â
You can only nod.
âLook, it might not be the best idea, but fuck it.â Jeonghan uncrosses his arms, looking at you with a steady expression. âThey gave Seungcheol some kind of truth serum. I donât know how long it will be in effect, but I do know heâs vulnerable right now. I probably shouldnât let you in there- but⊠Iâm just going to walk down the hall to get a coffee, and if you happen to slip through the door then so be it. I didnât see anything, and since Wonwoo is coming with me, he didnât either.â
You stare in shock for a moment, unsure what to say. Thereâs nothing to be said, and when Jeonghan dispurses, Wonwoo is quick to follow.
You turn to the door, and after a deep breath, you slip inside the med room.
Seungcheol is lying in a hospital bed. His lip is battered and thereâs a blossoming purple bruise around his left brow, but other than that, he looks remarkably well.
âHoney?â He sits up when you enter, eyes widening in shock.
âCheol-â Your voice cracks as you take the seat next to the bed, and while part of you wants to reach for his hand, you hold yourself back.
âIâm sorry,â he says immediately, and those are two words youâve never heard from him before. âYou were right⊠about the wife.â
âThatâs not important right now,â you sigh.Â
âIt is. Youâre my handler, and I didnât listen to you, and that was wrong. If I had listened, we wouldnât have gotten into this mess.â
You study him. You know heâs vulnerable, Jeonghan said as much, and with a truth serum impeding his ability to lie or evade questions, you want to be careful- but you also want answers, answers that you can only truly get right now.
âWhyâd you do it?â you ask finally. âThis time, and all the other times. You always go after the women, and I thought it was because you found it easy- seduction is what youâre good at, but- I donât understand how you donât see how dangerous it is.âÂ
âHoney-â
âTheyâre thinking about reassigning me to Wonwoo, and before that happens, I just need to know why, Cheol. When you have the potential to be the best agent in this company, why are you always so ready to jump ship and fuck any rich married woman even though you know it will fuck everything up?â
âThey canât reassign you to Wonwoo!â Seungcheol sits up abruptly, and the heart rate monitor next to him beeps a sign of warning at his increasing pulse.
âThey can do whatever they want, you should be worried about your own job. You donât even listen to me as your handler half the time, maybe you should be with someone you actually respect.âÂ
âI respect you,â Seungcheol blurts out.
âIt doesnât feel like you do.â
âI do,â he insists. âI-â Seungcheolâs voice cracks. âI get with women to distract myself.â
âDistractions in this line of work can be fatal.â
âYou think I donât know that?â he snaps, making you go silent. âMaybe I have a death wish.â
âCheol-â
âStop calling me Cheol.â
âStop calling me Honey.â
âNo.â
You glare at him, anger bubbling and inspiring you to dive deeper into your questioning, despite the fact that you know this isnât a morally good idea. âWhy do you need a distraction?â
âBecause youâre a distraction. Your voice in my ear- it distracts me.â
âMaybe reassignment is a good idea.â
âYouâre not being reassigned.â Seungcheolâs voice is practically a growl, and youâve never seen this side of him.
âWhy not?â
His expression breaks. âBecause I need you.â
âYou clearly donât.â
âI do,â he insists. âI know Iâm not good at showing it- but I do, I need you.â
 âCheol-â
âHoney.â
âTell me why.â
âBecause-â Seungcheol lets out a sigh, and he punches at the hospital bed. âLook, Iâm scared, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?â
âScared of what?â
âOf falling for you.â
âHuh?â Now youâre confused. Youâre staring at this lady killer agent, the sexiest man youâve ever met, and you canât believe the words coming out of his mouth. âBut- all the women you go after-â
âDistractions from you, from the voice in my head.â Seungcheol swallows thickly. âThat night in ParisâŠâ
Your heart lurches in your chest, and you hold your breath for the next words about to leave him.
âThat night- fuck, Iâve never met someone like you before. Iâve never felt-â he bites at his lip, and you wince, knowing it must hurt to put pressure on the wound there. âI got with those other women to try to convince myself that I didnât need you. I didnât need your guidance, I didnât need your care, I didnât need you- but⊠I do need you.â Seungcheol meets your gaze. âIâve needed you more than Iâve ever needed anyone, and it scares me.â
Aside from the heart rate monitor beeping through the room, you swear you could hear a pin drop as you stare at Seungcheol, trying to register everything heâs just said.
âI-â
âItâs my turn to ask a question now,â Seungcheol says. âHow do you feel about me?âÂ
âI thinkâŠâ You swallow thickly. âI never understood why I stayed working with you after everything, but⊠maybe I understand now. Maybe I need you too.â
âMaybe?â Seungcheol flashes you a sexy smirk, and it makes you look away, hating how he makes you feel, hating how inappropriate this whole thing is.
âIâm definitely going to have to be reassigned now,â you tell him.
âWhat? Why?â
âYou know why. This,â you point between the two of you, âthis has been the liability the whole time. Weâre the liability, Cheol.â
He sits and thinks about it for a moment. âOh.â
âYeah, oh.â You let out a laugh.Â
âJust⊠donât work with Wonwoo, okay?â
âWhy not?â You canât help but laugh at the request.
âBecause I think heâs into you.â
âWouldnât be the first,â you tease, standing up so you can sit on the bed, wanting to be closer to Seungcheol. âBesides,â you pinch at his chin, inspecting the wounds on his face, âWonwoo might actually listen to me.â
âHoney,â Seungcheol slaps your hand away, instead grabbing at the back of your neck to bring your lips dangerously close to his, âdonât test me right now.âÂ
âOr what?â
He lets out a shaky breath, his gaze dipping down to your lips. âJeonghanâs putting me on a two-week mental health break or some shit, this isnât even a question of âor whatâ anymore. While Iâm on leave, Iâm going to fuck you stupid. Iâm going to make it so you canât even leave the fucking bed. Iâm going to show you that Iâm not the kind of man who receives instructions, I give them. Think you can handle it?â
God, your core is throbbing from his words alone, and you canât muster up any for yourself. You can only nod, staring at the beautiful, bruised, stubborn man in front of you.
âYou should get out of here before I bend you over this fucking bed and get us both fired.â Seungcheol releases you, leaning back to put distance between your lips.Â
âDo you think youâll be released tonight?â you ask, voice quiet.
âAre you that eager to see what Iâm made of, honey?â Seungcheol lets out a laugh.
âMaybe.â
âYes, I think Iâll be out of here soon, after this stupid serum wears off. You know, this whole interrogating me while Iâm vulnerable thing isnât going to go unpunished.â
âI hope you do your worst,â you challenge him.
The agent scoffs, shaking his head. âYouâre trouble.â
âHypocrite,â you grin, standing and heading to the door. âCall me when youâre out, then you can take me home.â
Youâre waiting by Seungcheolâs car in the parking garage when he comes out of the elevator. Heâs dressed in black dress pants and the same white button-up heâd been wearing hours earlier. The collar is speckled with blood, the buttons undone to reveal his broad chest- his suit jacket is held in a fist, and heâs never looked sexier.
He doesnât say anything as he approaches, closing the distance between the two of you. His hand finds your cheek, and his eyes stare into your own, your lips only inches apart. Then, heâs kissing you for the first time, a desperate, needy kiss that sets your entire body on fire.
You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pressing your chest flush to his own. Your mouth opens instinctively, accepting the tongue that strokes by your teeth.
Seungcheolâs hand moves down to your ass, and he squeezes you roughly, pushing you back against the black jeep wrangler heâs been driving recently. The motion has you moaning against his lips, and Seungcheol breaks the kiss with a grin. His forehead rests against your own, and you both struggle to catch your breath.
âBeen wanting to do that for a long time,â he tells you.
âMe too,â you admit, swallowing thickly. âSo⊠your place?â
âMy place,â he confirms, reaching behind you to open the door to his car. He grabs your hand to help you up into the tanked-out jeep, then gently shuts the door behind you.
Your heart is racing. You canât believe youâre actually doing this.Â
A couple of hours ago, youâd feared the worst, and now, you desperately need good, dirty, wet sex with Seungcheol to take your mind off the anxiety thatâs still coursing through you.
âSo,â you clear your throat as he pulls out of the parking garage, âdid you talk to Jeonghan?â
Seungcheol laughs, reaching to hold your hand while he drives. âYes, I talked to Jeonghan.â
âDid you mention me?â
âI mentioned you a lot. Mentioned you the first time he came in to talk. He asked the same kinds of questions you did, turns out youâre the only one who was completely oblivious to the way I felt about you.â
âWell⊠I mean⊠youâre the agent, not me. Figuring out secrets is your job, I just do handler stuff.â Your skin heats at the idea that others saw his affection for you, but youâd been so blind.
âHe agrees that this thing between us, whatever it is, itâs the liability, not either of us alone. Heâs putting me on rest, like I said, and when youâre up for it, heâd like to reassign you to some new hire, this wizz kid named Dino or something.â
Although you know reassignment is the best thing in this situation, it doesnât make it hurt any less. Can you really trust someone else to be Seungcheolâs handler? God, youâre feeling downright territorial of this man already-
âYeah, Iâm not too happy about it either,â Seungcheol sighs, rubbing his thumb along your hand. âSome new kid getting you in his ear- he better not fall in love with you.â
âDid you fall in love with me?â you ask.
âTruth serum has worn off, honey,â Seungcheol grins, grinning and bringing your hand to his lips. âBut yes, as cliche and stupid as it sounds, I did. And donât worry, you donât have to say it back, I know you were all hot and bothered by me too.â
You scoff loudly.
âWhat was it you said earlier? I âfind seduction easyâ? Donât pretend weâre not in the same boat here, honey.âÂ
âGod, I hate you.â You try to tear your hand away from him but heâs unrelenting.
âLiar. You love me. Love me so much youâre going to let me rearrange your guts.â
âDonât be so vulgar,â you chastise him.
Seungcheol casts you a sideways glance. âYouâre not my handler anymore, you donât get to tell me what to do.â
Your pussy throbs at his words. The dynamic between the two of you has always been a push-pull. You were supposed to be the one giving orders, but it never felt⊠correct. Youâd bet your life that soon, when Seungcheol has you pressed to his bed, whispering all sorts of dirty commands in your ear- well, you have no doubts that will feel more natural.Â
âAs dominant as you like to pretend you are as a handler, I think we both know youâd rather be the submissive,â Seungcheol points out. âI canât wait to see how good youâll be for me.â
âCheol-â
âLook at you, honey, a little dirty talk and youâre already a blabbering mess. Canât find the words, can you?â
âFuck.â
âYouâre adorable,â he grins, shaking his head a little. âYouâll be good for me, I know you will be.â
Youâre kissing Cheol the moment you get into his penthouse- or⊠is he kissing you? Itâs hard to tell who moved first, all you know is that one thing leads to another and suddenly heâs hoisting you onto a kitchen counter, his hands already unbuttoning your pants.
You break your heated kiss to take a breath, looking up at the ceiling while he quickly attaches his lips to your neck. âCheol- this is going a bit fast.â
âIs it?â He tugs your pants down, grinning against your throat. âDo you want me to slow down?â
His thumb finds your clit through your panties and you let out a whimper, clinging onto his strong shoulders.
You canât even think right now, especially not when he begins to draw small circles against your sensitive bud, pulling away from you so he can watch your face. You open your eyes to look at him, loving the intensity in his expression.
âTell me to slow down,â he says.
You take a breath, trying to process his words. Theyâd sounded like a command, so, begrudgingly, you whisper, âSlow down.â
âToo bad, I donât listen to what you tell me to do, remember?âÂ
Heâs such a shit-
A shit that gets onto his knees to immediately burry his face between your thighs, tugging your panties to the side roughly so his tongue can make direct contact with your already throbbing pussy.
âFuck, Cheol-â you whimper loudly, threading your fingers through his silky dark hair, your legs already shaking around his head.
âBeen thinking about what youâd taste like,â Seungcheol muses, pressing a sloppy kiss to your inner thigh. âKnew your pussy would be perfect for me.â
God, his words are getting to you, your mind completely blank of a comeback as Seungcheol dives back into his task, his lips wrapping harshly around your clit.
All you can do is gasp and whine for him, writhing on his kitchen counter while he works you closer and closer to an orgasm with his tongue alone.
When he pulls away to drag two fingers up your slit, your body tenses in anticipation.
âRelax,â Seungcheol chuckles, looking up at you with that handsome grin of his, âItâs only me, honey. Youâre comfortable with meâŠâ he pushes his digits into your core, cocking a brow, âright?â
âYes, fuck-â
âYes, what?â He crooks his fingers, hitting your gspot and making you cry out.
âYes, Iâm comfortable with you!â you belt out, falling back onto the table so you donât have to hold yourself up anymore. You want to feel everything heâs giving you- want him to have your full focus.
âGood girl. I think you deserve a reward for admitting that, donât you?âÂ
You can feel Seungcheolâs breath on your clit while he pumps his fingers, abusing the sweet spot that already has you close to the edge.
âYeah, yes- I deserve a reward-â
Seungcheol pulls away abruptly, landing a slap to your pussy that has you squealing, your thighs closing around his hand. Your eyes snap open and you stare at him in shock.
âThat sounded like a command, honey,â Seungcheol says, prying your legs apart. âThought we agreed Iâd be in charge tonight, and you know I hate being told what to do.â
âI-â you swallow thickly. âPlease? Please let me cum?â
âLet you cum?â he taunts, thumb finding your clit but not applying nearly enough pressure.
âPlease⊠make me cum?â you suggest, wanting - more than anything - to say the right thing for him.
âBecause you asked so nicely.â Seungcheol flashes you a wink, and then his fingers are slipping into your wet core again, picking up where he left off. His lips return to your clit, which is practically buzzing from the slap, and before you even know it, he has you at the edge.
âPlease make me cum,â you whimper desperately. âFuck, Iâm so close- please make me cum, Iâve tried to be a good girl for you- please-â
He hums a sound of confirmation, and the buzzing vibration on your clit is enough to get you there. Your pussy clamps down hard on his fingers, your back arching as waves of pleasure surge through you. Your toes curl against his broad shoulders, sounds leaving you uncensored as you fill his apartment with cries of relief.
Youâre throbbing, your pussy practically dripping at this point, but Seungcheol doesnât let up. Even when you tug on his hair to try to pull him away, he refuses to move. He finger fucks you and sucks on your clit, ignoring the way your thighs close around him, working you through your high all the way until the end.
Seungcheol finally relents when your pussy stops contracting around him, and you let out a massive sigh when he pulls away. You can feel his eyes on you, but you canât bring yourself to look at him yet, not when youâre still feeling the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm.
You feel him begin to unbutton your shirt and his lips find the swell of your breasts as soon as itâs open. Heâs soft in his kisses, gentle, tender even. âHave you come back down to earth yet, honey?â he asks, nuzzling up to your throat.
âYeah- that was just, really good,â you let out a small laugh, threading your fingers through his hair to keep him tucked to your chest.
âThat was just the appetizer, you still havenât had the main course.â
âGod, youâre so-â
âSo what?â he teases. âHandsome? Charming? Lovable?â
âSure of yourself,â you breathe.
âLet me show you something,â he prompts, reaching for your hand. He pulls away from your chest to stand up straight again, guiding your fingers to the front of his pants. His cock is straining against the fabric, and you open your eyes to see Seungcheol grinning when you gasp at how large he is. âWhen a man has a cock like mine, he can afford to be sure of himself.â
You shiver at his words, and it makes Seungcheol laugh. âCome on, let me take you to bed.â
He hauls you up before throwing you over his shoulder, landing a gentle spank on your ass.Â
âRemember when I told you Iâm going to fuck you so hard you wonât even be able to leave the bed?â Seungcheol prompts as he tosses you onto the mattress. âYou better get comfy, honey.â
âI thinkâŠâ you feel your daring side beginning to surface, eyes dipping to watch Seungcheolâs skilled fingers unbuttoning his dress shirt, âI think I also remember something about you telling me my truth serum interrogation wouldnât go unpunished.â
The agent pauses, a huge grin spreading across his face. âYouâre cute, honey.â
âYeah?â You reach behind your body, undoing the clasp of your bra and letting it slip to the wayside. âHow so?â
Seungcheolâs pupils dilate, his eyes becoming dark, lustful pools.Â
He doesnât bother to answer your question, shrugging his shirt off before leaning over you, his hands pressing into the bed to box you in while his lips find yours. Itâs a needy kiss, his tongue gliding out to meet your own, but you donât mind at all.
You cup his face, moaning against him, fingers teasing over his strong shoulders.
Seungcheol is built, even for an agent. Certain men who work with you have leaner physiques, and Seungcheol is not one of them. Heâs all big and broad, with lines of muscle that you could trace for hours if given the chance.
His lips begin to trail down to your throat, and you let out a whimper of anticipation when his breath fans across your pebbled nipples.
However, when he gets to your breasts, Seungcheol avoids sucking on the most sensitive spots. He looks up at you, grinning. âI think itâs time for that punishment now.â
âYeah?â You canât help the excitement that bubbles through you.
âI want you on your knees, ass up, and take off your panties while youâre at it.â
You know whatâs coming when you follow through with the command. The cool air in the room feels nice on your newly exposed, hot core, and you make a show of everything, arching your back.
You can hear Seungcheol let out a deep breath, his hands ghosting over your ass.
âIf this hurts too much, let me know.â
âDo your worst,â you counter, wiggling your hips and resting your face against the bed sheets, exhaling deeply in preparation.
You expect a harsh smack, but instead, Seungcheol presses a soft kiss to your right cheek. âIâm punishing you because you took advantage, you know that, right?â
âUh huh, part of me knew I was being bad interrogating you while you were truth-serumed, but part of me needed to know what your answers would be.â
âBetween us, Iâm glad you asked the questions you did, or you might not be in my bed right now.â
âIâm glad too,â you confess. âNow, come on Angel Eyes, punish me.â
âI love a woman who takes what she deserves with grace.â
âAfter this, I deserve your cock.â
âDo you now?â Seungcheol lets out an amused chuckle, grabbing your ass with both hands and squeezing.Â
âMaybe you deserve my pussy,â you muse thoughtfully.
âNow thatâs something I can definitely get behind,â he agrees. âCount these out for me, honey, Iâll give you ten.â
The first smack makes you recoil in surprise, the sound flooding your senses before the sharp pain that blossoms across your skin.
âOne,â you announce, balling your hands into the bed sheets.
âHow did that feel?â he asks, gently smoothing his palm across the still-burning flesh.
âGood.â
The next hit is a little harder and it makes you whimper, but you do your best to stay steady, unmoving, ready to take what you deserve. âTwo.â
Three and four come on your other cheek, and youâre thankful for the reprieve, but smack number five returns to the first side heâd battered, and it stings even more now. However, itâs a pleasantly hot sensation, and your core throbs knowing youâre halfway through your punishment, all the more close to your reward.
âYou look like youâre enjoying this too much,â Seungcheol muses, groping your ass again, squeezing hard enough to hurt.
âMaybe I am,â you tell him, looking over your shoulder at the agent.Â
He grins down at you, lifting a hand- your body flinches involuntarily, and Seungcheolâs smile widens. âGetting sensitive already, huh?â
âYes,â you admit.
The next slap lands on your pussy, something you hadnât been expecting, and a squeal of delight erupts out of you at the sensation on your clit.
âYou liked that, didnât you?â Seungcheol asks.
âUh huh,â you nod, clenching the bed sheets even tighter.
âHow's your clit feeling after one orgasm?â he prompts, thumb finding the sensitive bud and rubbing it in small circles.
âFeels so good,â you whimper.
âYouâre practically dripping, honey, didnât take you for a pain slut.â
âBe nice,â you chastise him.
âOh?âÂ
Another smack lands on your ass and you dutifully call out âSix.âÂ
âYou donât like being called a little pain slut?â he asks.
âNo,â you shake your head. âPlease call me nice things.â
âOkay, honey, I can do that,â he concedes, and the next spank isnât as hard as the last. âYouâre being so good for me. Weâre almost done.â
âCanât wait for you to fuck me, Iâve been waiting so long-â
âWeâll get there,â Seungcheol promises, leaning down to press a kiss to your lower back. When he pulls away, number âEightâ comes quickly thereafter.
Your skin is buzzing with anticipation now, and youâre nearly writhing against the bed, but you do your best to be as still as possible while Seungcheol completes this punishment focused foreplay.
After smack number nine, you hear Seungcheol undo his belt, and it takes everything inside of you not to turn around and get a good look at his cock.
He smacks his length gently against your ass, and you let out a small, âTen?â
He laughs. âNo, honey, this is ten.â
The sound of the slap echoes through his room, the hardest of them all so far, and you release a strangled cry, your ass on fire from where heâd hit you.
âThat was the pain, now hereâs the pleasure.â He rubs his cock through your wet folds, and slips the tip inside, stretching you out wonderfully. The sensation distracts from your sore bum, and your whimper becomes a moan as he drives deeper and deeper into you. âTell me you like it.â
âI love it,â you blurt, already pushing back toward him in an effort to feel everything.
Youâre not sure how big he is, only that heâs bigger than anyone youâve ever been with, but after the tension of your punishment, and the orgasm before that, your pussy greedily swallows up everything he has to give until heâs flush to your still stinging ass.
âFuck,â Seungcheol cusses, gently grabbing at your hips. âHowâs that feel?â
âI feel so full,â you tell him, pussy fluttering around his cock.
âIâll make you feel fuller,â he promises.
âYeah?â
âYouâre on birth control?â
âUh huh.â
âThen Iâll definitely fill you up, mark this pussy as all mine, are you okay with that?â
âMore than okay with it,â you moan.Â
âThatâs my good girl,â Seungcheol praises you, beginning to thrust.
âFuck-â you whimper, loving the feeling of his cock dragging along your inner walls.Â
Your eyes are closed, your focus entirely on Seungcheol as he starts to fuck you, rougher and rougher until his balls are slapping against your clit with each motion.
âYour pussy feels so good,â he tells you, grip tightening on your hips. âItâs like you were made for me, honey.â
The idea causes a visceral reaction, your entire body thrumming with pleasure. You can only moan in response, beginning to move back so you can meet each one of his thrusts.
âAnd this ass-â One of Seungcheolâs hands moves to cup your sensitive flesh, making you groan even louder. âFucking perfect. Rub your clit for me, want you to cum again.â
Your hand is shaky as you bring it between your legs, finding your sensitive clit. Your core clenches desperately around Seungcheol and he lets out a deep moan of appreciation.
âThatâs my good girl, being so good for me. So good at taking orders.â
You canât help but let out a small laugh. Itâs as if things were always meant to be this way, you were meant to let him be in control, not the other way around. This feels so much more natural than you telling him what to do ever did.
âDonât laugh,â Seungcheol chastises you, fucking you even harder. âIâm trying to be nice to you, like you wanted.â
âI just-â you groan when his cock slams into your gspot. âIt was never supposed to be me telling you what to do.â
âIâm glad we agree on something,â Seungcheol muses, his motions slowing ever so slightly. âFuck this, I want to see you.â
He pulls out of your pussy, flipping you onto your back. The contact of the bed against your ass makes you groan, but the sight of Seungcheolâs perfect body looming over you has you distracted less than a moment later.
His cock is big⊠cut, curving slightly to the left, with a prominent vein that you want to trace with your tongue-
He presses the head of his length to your pussy, easing himself into you while he positions you in missionary. When heâs fully inside of you again, he meets your gaze, then he looks down at your lips.
âYouâre so pretty like this,â he whispers before pressing his mouth to yours.
You grab at his strong shoulders, getting lost in the kiss as he begins to fuck you again, the whole bed shaking with the power of his thrusts.
Youâve never made sounds like this in bed before. Youâre moaning like a whore, but Seungcheol eats up every whimper, his tongue gliding against your own.
Your fingers thread through his hair, keeping him close as he fucks you closer and closer to the edge.
The agent pulls away, breathing heavily. âI can feel you clenching, honey, gonna cum again?â
âGonna cum on your big cock,â you tell him.
âYeah?â
One of his hands slips between your bodies, fingers applying pressure to your clit.
You whimper loudly, back arching off the bed. Seungcheol takes the opportunity to finally draw your nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing over the sensitive bud.
You gasp, body on fire from all the wonderful sensations. âIâm so close-â you tell him.
âThen cum for me,â he murmurs, rubbing your clit even harder. âCum on my cock.â
It only takes a few more seconds for you to follow through with his command, the cord snapping in your stomach as your release takes over. Your pussy clamps down on Seungcheol, and when he lets out a groan, you know your body is milking him for every drop of cum that he has.
His thrusts have become sloppier, more erratic, deeper- and each one has him kissing your cervix, which is a delightful feeling.Â
You hold him to your breast through your high, and he diligently sucks on your nipple, fucking you until he canât fuck you anymore.
Finally, Seungcheol slumps down against you, applying some of his weight over you like a weighted blanket.
Heâs panting hard against your breasts, cheek pressed to the center of your chest.
âYour heart is going wild, honey,â he muses after a moment.
All you can do is laugh, unable to find the words just yet after the power of your release.
Instead, you stroke his hair, and Seungcheol lets out a murmured moan, nuzzling closer to you. âI do love you, you know.â
âI know.â
He chuckles. âYou arenât going to say it back?â
âTake me on a date first,â you tease.
âTomorrow, if you can still walk, Iâll take you out.â
âYou promise?â
âI promise.â He presses a kiss to your sternum. âIf you canât walk, Iâll bring the date to you.â
âHow romantic,â you say sarcastically.
âDonât start with me, honey,â he warns.
âIâm not starting anything,â you defend yourself with a giggle.
He looks up at you, eyes sparkling. âSure youâre not.â
You lean down to kiss him gently, loving how domestic this whole thing has turned. But of course, ever the sex fiend, Seungcheol quickly ruins it. âGive me ten minutes and Iâll fuck you again.â
You canât help but shake your head. âYou promise?â
âIf youâre going to talk back like this, make it five.â
Heâs such a fuck, but you kind of love him.
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âHey, big guy,â you grin as you enter the apartment, eyes finding Seungcheol sitting on the living room couch. âHow was your day?â
He pauses his show to look at you, flashing a tired smile. âIt was okay.â
âYikes,â you immediately go to join him on the couch, cuddling up to his side. âThe new handler still being a bit of a dick?â
âJoshua was hand-picked by Jeonghan, itâs not like I can do anything about it,â Seungcheol sighs. âHow about you, still enjoying the wizz kid?â
âDinoâs a good one,â you insist. âHe follows instruction very well.â
Seungcheol scoffs, rolling his eyes.Â
âYou still jealous that Iâm in his ear and not yours?â you tease, poking your boyfriendâs chest.
âDonât go there, honey,â he warns.
âCome on- it could be fun. I think having someone who listens well has built my confidence⊠you know, we could try it out a little, if you want.â
âYou want me to be submissive?â Seungcheolâs brows raise in a sort of shocked amusement. âNot a chance in hell.â
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đ„ pairing: kim mingyu x f.reader
đ„ wordcount: 19.0k
đ„ genre: fake marriage au!, fluff, angst, smut (18+ mdni)
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đ„ summary: you and mingyu (a former mafia member and also your ex-fiancĂš's former best friend) are forced into witness protection. All youâve been told is that youâre meant to act like a happily married couple. Pushed into a cookie cutter house, and a suburban neighbourhood far from the city, where people bring you baked goods on your first day and partake in small talk, itâs all foreign and new. Thereâs so many things you donât know about him, but for a man whoâs only known violence and all things illegal, heâs somehow the perfect house husband.
đ„ tags: nonidol!au, ex-mafia!mingyu, househusband!mingyu, afab!reader, catmom!reader, neighbour!verkwan, marshall officer!junhui and jihoon, ex-fiancĂš! seungcheol, fake marriage, mingyu loves to garden, mingyu has a large dragon tattoo on his back that is barely mentioned, mentions of the show Bluey and the movie Twilight, lots of domesticity and house work talk.
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đ„ smut tags: dom!gyu, sub!reader, unprotected penetrative p in v sex (don't do it!), breeding kink, multiple rounds, multiple positons, creampie, spanking, choking (barely), oral (f.receiving), spitting, pet names (reader: baby, wife) (mingyu: baby).
đ„ warnings: mentions of weapon and drug trafficking, violence, reader is paranoid and anxious from time to time, a lot of inaccurate talk about legal stuff and witness protection, everything listed is talked about with as very little detail as possible.
The tension in the air is thick, not one word was uttered the whole car ride.
Everything still felt surreal, especially because the person youâre forced to live with for the next year is someone you arenât particularly fond of.Â
When you were told that youâd be put into witness protection due to your ex-fianceâs mafia bust, you didnât expect that it would be spent with his right-hand man. The same man who you watched execute heinous acts under the volition of your ex. It wasnât his fault that he had to carry out orders, but witnessing him unleash his wrath onto others was enough for you to steer clear of him.Â
You arenât one to judge, especially because you were to be wed to the mafia boss himself. You knew he was partaking in shady business, but you didnât know that innocent peopleâs lives were included in his scheme to make more money.Â
âI think weâre here,â Mingyu breaks the silence for the first time since you entered the car.Â
Your attention is brought to the large sign that is displayed in front of the gated community. The words âBridgewater Heightsâ are plastered to the high cement wall that surrounds the area. A part of you is glad that it at least looks like a secure place to live and bougie too; the gated entrance requiring a passcode with guards sitting at the doors screamed wealth.Â
Never in your life did you think you were going to be living in such an expensive-looking place. Even when you were still dating Seungcheol, who had money raining down on him constantly, you never desired this lifestyle. Maybe it was because you never understood the want to live in the suburbs, the city suited you better anyway.
 Those initial thoughts are offset as you stare out the car window. children happily playing in the streets, the sun shining down on them, their laughter seeping through the cracks of the car door as they skip around. Everything here seems so cheerful. you wonder if you could begin to find that type of joy if you stay here long enough too.Â
As you approach the house you are forced to stay in, you realize that it looks like every other one in the neighbourhood. Large, modern, and painfully identical to your neighbours. A white picket fence lining the yard, with a front-facing garage that perfectly fits two cars. Large windows and a wrap-around porch tie it all together. You couldnât help but be amazed at how grand everything looks, the difference is drastic from your cozy apartment back in the city.Â
An audible gulp goes down your throat. It didnât start feeling real till now, especially because you spent the hour-long car ride daydreaming about your old home. Reading a book on the couch while stroking your cat, Norbertâs fur. His purring in the back seat calms you down, but not enough that you can accept your fate of living with Mingyu for the next year.Â
Your now âhusbandâ parks in the driveway before popping the trunk open to unload the suitcases that carried half of your life. All your clothes, books, and trinkets are all sized down to sixty kilograms. It upset you to take only your most important things, but if it meant youâd be safe from your ex, you knew you had no choice but to agree.Â
As you opened the door to your new home, your heart began to pound in your chest.Â
You watched as Mingyu continued to haul everything from the car into the house; his large biceps bulging through his white tee as he carried the box that caged your now whining cat. Norbertâs meowing becomes more agitated with every passing second he spends in his carrier case, the guilty feeling pools in your stomach as his meows turn into cries. You hated keeping him in one place for long, especially for long car rides.Â
Norbert has always been an active cat, running around, and exploring your old neighbourhood, and at the end of the day, he always came back. At night you two spent hours cuddling while you read your books; sometimes reading the words aloud as if your cat could understand what you were saying.Â
Mingyu finishes up with the last of the boxes, taking a step back to look at the new house in all its glory. His hands on his hips as he sighs, admiring the work that had gone into building the house. You didnât understand why he found the craftsmanship so interesting, but you decided not to think too hard about it.Â
He turns to you with an apprehensive smile, his eyes glinting in the sun, âHome sweet home, I guess.âÂ
two.Â
The first few days at the new house were uneventful and awkward, to say the least. Mingyu spent the majority of his time doing random housework, he thought that if he had to live here for a year, then he should at least try and make it as âhomey" as possible.Â
Many of the women in the neighbourhood had deemed Mingyu as their new eye candy, even though he wore his pink Shibu inu apron while tending to the garden at the front of the house. They would especially make sure to take multiple laps around the block during their group walks, drooling over his toned muscles as he began to plant an array of flowers on the lawn.Â
Mingyu isnât very observant when it comes to people finding him attractive, believe it or not. He automatically assumes that the wives of Bridgewater just wanted to get to know the new couple that just moved in.Â
âWhat a beautiful garden you have!â one of the wives called out from the sidewalk, her eyes glinting with appeal.Â
âThank you, Itâs not done just yet, but I think weâre finally getting somewhere,â Mingyu smiles bashfully.Â
âOf course dear. You know if youâre ever free you should come and take a look at my garden,â another lady giggles, her innuendo flying right over Mingyuâs head.
The group of forty-plus-year-old women all giggle like school girls as they watch his face turn red with flattery. Mingyu scratched the back of his head awkwardly as they bid him goodbye, curious as to what the group of women thought was so funny about him taking a look at their gardens. Itâs all just a bunch of flowers, isnât it?Â
The sound of your carâs engine brings Mingyu out of his thoughts, his gardening tools forgotten by the piles of dirt. You lug Nortbertâs carrier as you walk into the house, acknowledging his presence with a small nod. His pink aprons raise a few questions in your head, but you decide not to comment on it.Â
âOh hey youâre back, is he ok?â Mingyu asks, motioning to the carrier you hold in your hand.Â
Halting your steps, your eyes widen as you realize that heâs talking to you. There wasnât much conversation between the two of you since you moved in. so you found it a little surprising that heâs asking about Norbert, the cat who tends to show lots of aggression towards him.Â
âMorning. Heâs ok, I just took him for his check-up at the vet,â you shrug before entering the house.Â
You leave the conversation there. There wasnât much else to say anyway, and you had a lot of work to get to before the end of the day. If Mingyu feels a little bit ignored by your actions, he doesnât make it noticeable, going back to working on his garden.Â
From across the yard, neither you nor Mingyu notices Seungkwanâs looming figure as he and Vernon enjoy the Friday morning sun. He watches the two of you from his porch with a quirked eyebrow. Theyâre awkward for newlyweds, he thinks to himself.Â
âNonie, donât you think theyâre a little weird?â Seungkwan nudges his boyfriend, whoâs mumbling to himself while Vernon reads his book.Â
Vernon quirks up, moving his headphones a little to hear what his boyfriend has to say, âHuh? Sorry I was reading, whatâd you say?âÂ
âNothing, go back to your book love,â Seungkwan mumbles, his eyes still darting back and forth from your descending figure and Mingyu, his suspicions spiking once more.Â
three.
âSo, howâs the house? Do you guys have everything you need?â Jihoon asks over the phone.Â
Being the marshall officer assigned to your case, he would take time out of his hectic workday to check up on you and Mingyu. You still remember the first time he had contacted you, informing you about your ex escaping a planned police raid. The rhythmic beating of your heart stopped the moment those words left Jihoonâs lips, and the fear of Seungcheol showing up at your home unannounced at any moment doubled within a second.Â
You didnât want to leave everything behind, especially because of how hard it was for you to build a life for yourself in your old city. But the other half of you was scared at the possibility of Seungcheol finding out about your new apartment and your new job; it was all too risky.Â
Now that youâre here, a part of you wonders what you would have said if Jihoon told you that Mingyu was the man they were going to put into witness protection alongside yourself. Maybe if you knew from the beginning you wouldâve refused, or at least asked to be placed somewhere that allowed you to be alone.Â
âItâs fine Jihoon, weâve unpacked everything, but our neighbours are quite noisy if Iâm being honest,â you sigh, petting Norbert in your lap as you answer all of his questions.Â
The first day you and Mingyu moved in, your neighbour Seungkwan took it upon himself to introduce you to Bridgwater. Not only did he give you the rundown of every family that lived on your block, but he also became very curious about you and Mingyu. Seungkwanâs questions hit you back to back as if you were being interviewed, and you donât even remember how you answered any of them.Â
âWhoâs the handsome one carrying all your things?â
âOh, thatâs your husband? How long have you been married? How did you two meet?âÂ
âDo you two have any kids? No? Oh what a shame, this neighbourhood is filled with them. Does your husband have a twin brother? Donât tell Vernon I said that â just joking!â
âOh, whoâs Vernon? Heâs my boyfriend, heâs in the house somewhere, anyways why did you two decide to move to Bridgwater?âÂ
The questions went on for what felt like forever and before you knew it Mingyu had finished unpacking the first floor of the house. The place came fully furnished so you didnât have much to do. But Seungkwan made you nervous to say the least, especially because you didnât prepare to be quizzed on your first day in the neighbourhood. The only good thing to come out of that interaction was the brownies he baked, which tasted amazing, surprisingly enough.Â
âWhy? Should I look into it?â Jihoon suggests, bringing you out of your thoughts.Â
You shake your head as if he can see you through the phone call.Â
âNo, itâs okay, one of them just likes to gossip I think,â you laugh. âOther than that weâre fine.âÂ
You hear Jihoon sigh out of relief, his day is already long enough. If he had to spend time looking into your neighbours to see if they had a criminal record, he would miss his dinner date.Â
âOkay, good to know. Iâll call you again next week,â Jihoon says with a monotonous tone.Â
A giggle leaves your lips, the exhaustion clear in his voice. You felt a little bad knowing he had to spend a lot of time on you and Mingyuâs case, but you were also thankful for the fact that you had someone to talk to from time to time.Â
It's only been about a week since you arrived in your little suburbia âhavenâ, and you still havenât made any friends in the neighbourhood. You donât count Seungkwan⊠he was more like a pain in the ass than a friend if anything. Although his boyfriend Vernon wasnât as bad; quiet and a little expressionless, at least he kept to himself.Â
You hear the front door unlock with a beep, you already know who it is.Â
Whipping your head to see Mingyu stepping through the front door, hands filled with grocery bags. His appearance is laughable, his tall stature and large muscles contrasting the pink Shiba Inu apron that he wears over his clothes. You werenât sure where he had got it from or why he chose to wear it in public, but you donât feel like itâs your place to question him.Â
In the few days that you two have been living together, you begin to realize how different he is compared to his former mafia brothers. Mingyu had a knack for knowing his way around the kitchen, the whole house. He spent a lot of his free time cleaning, gardening, or making meals for the two of you.Â
The two of you didnât talk much, and there was still some awkwardness lingering in the air. Meals were eaten with minimal conversation, and during the nights you would read your books in the living room, Mingyu would sit on the opposite side attempting to get Norbert to warm up to him.Â
âNorbert, please! Anytime but now, I have a shit ton of groceries that need to be put away!â You can hear Mingyu exasperate at the front of the house.Â
Norbertâs meowing rings throughout the house and you already know that his claws are probably scratching away at Mingyuâs pants. From what you have gathered, Norbert isnât very fond of Mingyu. You assume that heâs just not used to having another person around the house, but at the same time, you thought your cat would have started to get used to his presence by now.Â
âNorbert, baby! Come and sit with me, Iâve got a new book for us to read,â you call out for him, saving Mingyu from your catâs wrath.Â
The pitter-patter of his claws grows louder as he makes his way towards you, Mingyuâs large sigh of relief following shortly after. You laugh to yourself at how much he likes to torment Mingyu, even though Norbert only weighs about twenty pounds and is a cat. Â
The night goes on without another hitch. Mingyu prepares dinner for the two of you while you and Norbert dive into the first installment of Twilight. Reading aloud so your baby (cat) can follow along with the story about teenage vampires and werewolves.Â
four.Â
Mingyu was a man who thought he would never be able to escape his mafia, let alone be able to restart in a place that didnât tie him to any of his illicit work. He never wanted to work for Seungcheol, nor did he want to live every day wondering if it was going to be his last.Â
He sees himself as a simple man, and all his daydreams are centered around living a simple life. A home thatâs fit for a family, a golden retriever to throw frisbees with, and neighbourhood barbecues. He thought it was all some far-fetched fantasy.Â
It wasnât until Jihoon got in contact with him, thatâs when he realized that he finally had a chance at living the life he always dreamed of. What he didnât know was that you would be the one he was going to be living with. But the moment Jihoon mentioned you, he knew that his wishes were more out of reach than he hoped.Â
He didnât have anything against you, but he still remembers the day you left Seungcheol. It's heavily ingrained in his memory, not only because your escape created an uproar, but it was also the day he realized he too needed to get out of there as soon as possible.
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âBoss? Wonwoo told me you wanted to talk,â Mingyu enters Seungcheolâs office, face painted with worry.Â
The office faces the west side of the city, skyscrapers and clouds surrounding the large floor-to-ceiling windows. There sat Seungcheol, his hair tousled every which way due to his habit of constantly running his fingers through it. The most obvious indicator of Seungcheolâs stress is if his hair is a complete mess, and that is how Mingyu knew that there must be something wrong.Â
âY/n left,â Seungcheolâs voice breaks, head in his hands.Â
His eyes are bloodshot, shoulders shaking as he cries to himself quietly. Seungcheol wasnât prepared for you to leave, let alone disappear without a single goodbye. He knew it was his fault too, and he knew why you left. The world flipped upside from that day onwards. Seungcheol hasnât been the same since.
The air becomes thick, and Mingyu finds it hard to swallow. He knew how much Seungcheol adored you, and he knew that he would do anything for you.Â
âWhat? Why? Did she say anything to you?â Mingyu panics, unsure what to say or how to comfort his leader.Â
âNo note, nothing,â Cheol sighs, picking at the chipped piece of wood on his desk. âAll she left was her ring on the dresser.âÂ
âIâm sorry Cheol, I didnât know.â Mingyu becomes meek, his voice softer than feathers falling onto the pavement.Â
His stomach plummets to the ground. He had a feeling you found out what truly lies under Seungcheolâs business, but he didnât know you would leave so hastily. He felt the guilt swirl throughout his body, but a part of him was relieved. Mingyu knew you werenât meant for this lifestyle, and if you stayed any longer there would be no chance for you to escape.Â
Wonwoo informed him that he told you about what Seungcheol does to bring money in. He told Mingyu that it wouldnât be right to continue to let you live so carelessly without knowing what type of person your fiance is.Â
It wasnât long after that conversation that Mingyu found his way out of Seungcheolâs grasp too. He knows he shouldâve felt bad, and that he shouldâve at least found an excuse to leave Seungcheol. But he just couldnât go through with it, he knew if he even spent a moment explaining himself, he wouldâve never been able to leave.Â
Mingyu was Seungcheolâs right-hand man, his confidant, and most importantly his best friend. Mingyu has seen Cheol grow into the person he is today, and it only makes him feel even more remorse. He knows he shouldâve stopped him from becoming blinded by wealth, by power. But he didnât and it caused him not only to lose his fiancĂ©e, but also his brother.Â
Since that day, Mingyu has constantly pondered what couldâve been if Seungcheol hadnât turned to mafia life. Would they have been happy? Would they have lived long lives with families of their own? There are so many unanswered what-ifs. He knows he canât change his past anymore, but he knows that wants a better future. Even if it meant spending a year faking a marriage with his former best friendâs ex-fiancĂ©e.Â
five.Â
âOh Y/n-ie! Itâs good to see you, I swear I havenât seen you leave the house since youâve moved in,â Seungkwan snips, giving you a tooth-achingly sweet smile.Â
You try to suppress your eye-roll as much as possible as he walks over to your side of the comically green grassed yard. Seungkwanâs hand is on his hip as he watches you make your way to your car.Â
âGood afternoon to you too, Seungkwan. Just needed to pick up a few things for dinner. Mingyu spent the afternoon at the country club,â you return his fake smile, trying to keep up the facade of a doting wife.Â
âOh! Is that so? I swear I thought your husband did the housework in your home. Heâs always wearing that pink apron around the neighbourhood.â Seungkwan pretends to act invested in your âmarried lifeâ, but heâs trying to get whatever gossip he can out of you. His real goal is purely to entertain the neighbourhood aunties with any information on the newlyweds.Â
Stopping in your tracks, his words catch you by surprise. You shouldâve known that Seungkwan is an observant person, especially because he somehow knows everything about everyone in Bridgewater.
âOh we split the chores evenly,â you let out a forced laugh, he offers to do the housework, and you think to yourself before continuing, âAnd he likes the apron, so who am I to deny his happiness?âÂ
Not wanting to be grilled by Seungkwan any longer, you hastily slip into your car before he can get another word in.Â
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âNorbert, please calm down honey, Iâm trying to cook! And if I donât end up eating neither will you,â you warn your cat to stop pawing at your leg.Â
Norbert was extra clingy today, and knowing you werenât the best cook in the world, you couldnât afford to ruin the recipe for a second time. Yes, a second time.Â
The first attempt at making alfredo for both you and Mingyu ended miserably, and thankfully you were smart enough to buy double the ingredients just in case any mistakes were to occur when you were cooking. The recipe online looked simple, and you even watched a few TikTok videos in an attempt to expand your knowledge.Â
You thought that making a cream sauce and boiling some noodles would be pretty straightforward, but somehow, you burnt the boiling noodles. Seeing all the noodles stick to the bottom of the pan you decided to just leave the searing pot in the sink and worry about it later, which turned out to be another grave mistake.Â
Mistake number two started when you thought the pot was cool enough to touch, earning you a sizzling burn on your soft skin. This explains Norbertâs clingy behaviour, witnessing all your fuck ups through his kitten eyes. You try not to swear in front of the baby but you couldnât help but let out a few curses while you attempted to bandage up your burn.
 To say the least, you shouldnât be let into the kitchen from now on. But you felt bad that Mingyu made food for the both of you instead of letting you fend for yourself, so you thought you could at least return the gesture.Â
Norbertâs meows come to an abrupt stop as he hears the front door beep, making his way to greet Mingyu at the door. Except Norbert never greets Mingyu in a friendly way. Not more than ten seconds pass before you begin to hear Norbertâs hissing and clawing into the man's thighs.Â
âNorbert! Please! Whereâs your mom? Canât you just sit with her so I can at least take my shoes off?â Mingyu begs, causing you to snort.Â
Norbert doesn't listen to anyone but you, and even that is a rare occurrence for your sassy cat.Â
âHoney, come to the kitchen!â you yell at your cat to return to his rightful side beside you.Â
Mingyu comes speeding down the hallway, Norbert following him, his curious eyes peeking at your frame. He watches as you concentrate on making the alfredo sauce, tongue stuck out and a layer of sweat lining your forehead.Â
The sun is setting behind you, the golden rays hitting your face, highlighting your features beautifully. Mingyu is entranced, his prior feelings of hunger are nothing but a memory of the past.Â
You can feel his eyes on you, his stare boring holes into the side of your face and it causes your shoulders to stiffen slightly. Turning to face him, you quirk an inquisitive brow, not sure as to why heâs so trained on you. The gears begin to turn, and finally, the imaginary lightbulb begins to ding.Â
âI was calling for Norbert,â you clarified.Â
âOh.âÂ
âYeah, but itâs fine if youâre here too. I tried to make us dinner, I know youâre the cook but I felt bad that youâre always the one preparing food for us,â you shrug, trying not to focus on how handsome Mingyu looks in his golfing attire.Â
His large biceps stretch the material of his shirt beyond belief, while the pants define his slim waist. The strands of hair are somehow perfectly placed, and his eyes are so kind, it would be stupid to deny his beauty. You can admit that Mingyu is extremely attractive, and you know you donât owe Seungcheol anything, but the thought of being involved with Mingyu more than you already are could fuck things up for your future, especially knowing this arrangement isnât permanent.
âI donât mind though.âÂ
âI know you donât but I do,â you sigh, finishing up the dish by adding the sauce to the pasta.Â
Turning towards the island, you begin to plate the rest of the sides for dinner, trying your best to make sure that this batch is more edible than the first attempt. Mingyu continues to watch you, his arms crossed as he leans against the fridge.Â
This is everything Mingyu wished for himself, the view of you plating the food youâre about to eat together, even if youâre his âbest friendâsâ ex. Playing golf at the country club, even if itâs with Jihoon, who wanted to be able to meet without being inconspicuous. Coming home to a fluffy fur baby, even though Norbert hates his guts. It may not be perfect, or how Mingyu imagined it exactly, but itâs better than before. Better than when he was living every day like it was his last, working a job that brought him no happiness.Â
âDid you burn yourself earlier?â he asks you, noticing the bandage you wrapped around your left hand.Â
âYeah, Iâm not the best cook so, if the food doesn't taste right, sorry,â you apologize in advance, not wanting Mingyu to get his hopes up.Â
He laughs at how apologetic you look, and you turn to give him a glare, his canines poking out of his smile like fangs. This is probably one of the first times you two held a full conversation. The only other time was when you were deciding on how the house was going to be run, and picking out your separate bedrooms.Â
Mingyu was kind enough to let you stay in the master bedroom while he slept in the room across the hall from yours. If you took away the history you had with Mignyu and Seungcheol, you could imagine that the two of you are just like roommates. Living together, acquainted, but not exactly friendly or close.Â
It isnât as bad as you thought it was going to be, and you may have misjudged Mingyu at first. Heâs a lot different than he was all those years ago, or maybe you find him to be different now because you didn't know him all that well when you were still with Seungcheol.Â
You find Mingyu to be kind, soft-hearted, and a man who somehow knows a lot about taking care of the house. Even knowledgeable on how to clean Norbertâs litter box, and give him the occasional bath.
âWhat did you and Jihoon talk about at the country club?â you ask him, wanting to know if thereâs any important news that should be brought to your attention.Â
âWell he said that the FBI is still on the hunt for Seungcheol, but the rest of the guys have already been put into custody,â he sighs.Â
âAnd Wonwoo?âÂ
âHeâs fine, they pardoned him for giving up information,â Mingyu mutters, walking up to the space beside you.Â
He takes the bowl of lettuce from your hands, adding in all the ingredients you prepped for the salad to have alongside your pasta. The brush of your hands makes you blush like some teenage girl, but you allow him to help you nonetheless. You didnât realize how tiring cooking was because youâve never had to cook for more than one person before.Â
âThatâs good to hear. If it werenât for Wonwoo, I wouldnât have been able to leave that damn place,â you laugh bitterly, folding the sauce into your noodles, making sure they were fully coated.Â
âI was there, that day,â Mingyu mentions, his eyes trained on preparing the food in front of him, âSeungcheol was a wreck.âÂ
âI know, and I know it hurt him, but I couldnât stand being there anymore. Especially after Wonwoo told me the truth.âÂ
âItâs okay, heâs not the same guy I knew from when we were kids either.âÂ
âI hope heâs moved on at least.âÂ
âI wouldnât know,â Mingyu shrugs, his eyes glassy, âI left a few days after you did.âÂ
âReally?âÂ
âYeah, for the same reasons you did, and also for myself,â he sighs, moving away to grab plates from the cupboards.Â
Standing there, youâre stunned. Mingyu was someone Seungcheol saw as his brother, and you thought they would live their mafia life together till the end. As cheesy as it sounds, there were times you felt that your ex cared more for Mingyu than any other person who worked for him.Â
Mingyu begins to set the table, Norbert following closely as he peers at the counter to see all the food that youâve made. If you didnât know any better you wouldâve thought that even your cat was aware of the stiff atmosphere that blankets you and Mingyu.Â
You donât know if you should pry, so you just nod and help him with putting dinner on the table. And for the rest of the night, it was quiet. Eating in silence while Norbert watches Bluey in the living room, something that youâve always put on for him just to keep him occupied while you and Mingyu eat dinner.Â
After dinner was finished, Mingyu offered to wash the dishes, allowing you to relax and enjoy some episodes of Bluey with Norbert purring peacefully by your side.Â
âMind if I join?â Mingyu enters the living room, wearing sweats and a white tank top.Â
You give him a shy smile gesturing for him to sit on your right side while Norbert lays on the cushion to your left. His taunt muscles distract you for a second, but you do your best to shake the attraction from your coursing veins. The couch dips and Mingyu lets out a relieved sigh. Probably because he was tired from the day he spent trying to pretend he was out golfing with Jihoon.Â
âSo whatâs the show about?â Mingyu asks you, his eyes trained on your side profile.Â
âA show about a dog family,â you chuckle, âOriginally it was meant for Norbert to watch when Iâm working or when weâre eating, but itâs pretty good.âÂ
âReally? Isnât it for kids?â Mingyu snorts but continues to sit next to you, watching the said kids' show.Â
âYeah it is, but Norbert is a kid to me,â you laugh, giving Norbert extra pats.Â
âHeâs a little menace that one,â Mingyu shakes his head, âI donât think he likes me very much.âÂ
âNorbert just needs to get used to you,â you shrug, âIâve had him since I left Seungcheol, so heâs seen me at my worst, he might just be overprotective of me.âÂ
Mingyu nods, taking in everything youâre telling him. He understands how leaving your ex-fiance is traumatic and heartbreaking. He knows it wasnât easy for you, but at least you had Norbert to help you heal.Â
âIt wasnât an easy decision, and Norbert helped me stay strong. It was lonely without Seungcheol for a long time, and a part of me will always love who he used to be.âÂ
Heat overwhelms Mingyuâs body, and his heart breaks for you. He canât imagine what it's like to love someone and find out theyâre not the person you thought they were. He knew you tried to tolerate his work, but at some point, you were led to your breaking point.Â
âI hope you know you did the right thing. Seungcheol was going down a dark path and you were able to get out,â Mingyu smiles at you, his eyes filled with sincerity.Â
âThank you Mingyu, I appreciate that,â you return his smile.Â
The two of you spend the rest of the night watching episodes of Bluey with Norbert, talking a little in between about the characters. Laughing at the scenes with Bluey and her younger sister, falling into a comfortable silence with each passing second.Â
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You feel warm, no, hot even. The sunlight hitting your face makes your eyes scrunch in discomfort. There's an ache in your shoulders as you begin to wake up from a very uncomfortable sleep. An arm pinning you down to the couch, a leg over yours. It takes you a while to begin to comprehend where you are and who is lying next to you.Â
Mingyuâs snores fill your ears, heavy breaths tickling the back of your neck. You almost fall onto the carpet as you realize who exactly is holding you. Last night ended so peacefully, so much so that you donât even remember falling asleep to begin with.Â
Yet here you are, enveloped in his grasp, panicking and wondering how youâre going to escape without waking him up. And if matters couldnât get any worse, you feel a hard bump brush against your lower back. The blush on your cheeks intensifies, he canât be, you think to yourself. But you know what exactly is poking you as if this situation could get any more awkward.Â
It's normal, right? Men get morning wood all the time, you thought to yourself.Â
âShitâŠâ you whisper to yourself, slowly prying Mingyuâs arm from off your waist.Â
He stirs in his sleep as you move off the couch but not enough to wake him up. As you stand up to walk away, you take one last peek at him, wondering how you two ended up falling asleep while watching Bluey of all shows.Â
The usually sharp features are softened by his slumber, giving him a youthful look. Itâs the first time youâve seen him look so peaceful, and it suits him. This neighbourhood suits him as if heâs been living here all his life. It makes you feel a little envious knowing how easy it is for him to assimilate. He remembers all the neighbours' names and says hello to everyone who passes him while he's working in the yard, he just made it all look so easy to forget his life in the bustling city. Although you canât blame him, you can tell he loves it here because of how much care he puts into the house. You canât help but wonder why heâs trying so hard knowing both of you will part ways by next year.Â
six.Â
While you spent the majority of the day holed up in your office trying to finish off the rest of your projects, Mingyu decided that it was a lovely day to try and bond more with Norbert. He wasnât sure how to make the stubborn kitten fall for him, but he thought that a nice walk around the neighbourhood couldnât hurt.Â
The day had barely started and Norbert was already making a fuss. Mingyu isnât well-versed when it comes to cats; heâs more of a dog person himself. So to his surprise, Norbert was very adamant about staying indoors today.Â
âDonât you wanna explore the neighbourhood, Norbert?â Mingyu tries to persuade the cat, which makes him feel like a fool.Â
Norbert gives him a blank stare obviously, and Mingyu wonders why heâs even trying knowing that the cat probably canât understand him anyway. Trying his best to compromise with the ever-so-stubborn Norbert, a light bulb goes off in his head.Â
It surely wasnât easy, and there were a few scratches here and there, but Mingyu finally was able to put Norbert into the basket of his bicycle. The cat meowed like crazy until he was hit with the fresh air and warm sunlight. His meows died down and he sat in the basket peacefully, watching the kids play on the street and the cars pass by.Â
âSee? Not so bad now is it?â Mingyu chuckles, noticing the shift in Norbertâs mood. He meows back while nuzzling into the safety of his blanket.Â
âItâll be a boysâ day today, your momâs busy working,â Mingyu continues, even though the animal canât understand what heâs saying.
Feeling the wind brush through his hair, Mingyu takes a deep breath of fresh air. A content smile made its way onto his face, he could get used to this. The neighbours of Bridgewater waved to him as he biked along the streets. It's so peaceful, everyone is happy, and Mingyu is happy. He loved to explore even if it was just by himself, even if it meant he was alone with his thoughts.Â
âMingyu darling, what are you doing out and about today?â one of the older women he sees daily calls out for him.Â
âGood afternoon! Me and Norbert just wanted to explore today,â he smiles with a toothy grin.Â
The woman blushes at his handsome visuals, trying not to get caught up in his charms. She looks behind his large frame, spotting the cat sleeping peacefully in the basket attached to his bike. Letting out a giggle, finding it quite funny that Norbert is a cat and not a dog, usually, you donât take cats out for these types of things.Â
âWhereâs that wife of yours? Iâve only seen her a few times, but oh my, isnât she so pretty? You got lucky you know,â she chuckles, patting Mingyuâs arm playfully.Â
Mingyuâs eyes shine at the mention of you, he agrees that youâre pretty but it feels a little weird that you're referred to as his wife, knowing that itâs all a facade.Â
âThank you miss, Iâll have to let her know that you said that,â he replies kindly while Norbert stirs a little in his spot before returning to his sleep.Â
âPlease donât call me Miss, it's so formal! Just call me Auntie, okay?â she returns his kind smile. âYou know what, Iâve got some leftover kimchi, why donât you take it home, for you and your wife.âÂ
Mingyuâs eyes widened, his heart warmed by her act of kindness. âIs that ok? You donât have to feel obligated to do that.âÂ
âOh please, you young people, always so polite. I want to! So please share it with your wife, make some kimchi stew for dinner,â she reassures him, leaving him at her front yard to fetch a container of said kimchi.Â
She comes back with a huge tub, enough to feed them for a whole month maybe. Handing him over the large container, she reminds him to come back when they run out. Bidding her goodbye, Mingyu returns home from his bike ride successfully with a sleepy cat and a comically large tub of fermented cabbage in tow.Â
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The smell of kimchi stew wafts from the kitchen into your office causing your stomach to growl with hunger. Focused on your pending tasks, you didnât realize how fast the time flew by while you were working. Glancing over at the clock youâre surprised that it's already a quarter to five.
Stepping out to see what Mingyuâs doing in the kitchen, you find his back turned to you, nursing a large pot of stew on the burner. His large frame is accentuated by a white tank top, the pink string of his apron strewn along his waist. At this point, you werenât sure if you were drooling over the smell of the food or the sight of your muscular fake husband.Â
âWhat are you cooking?â you call out, leaning against the door frame that leads to your workspace.Â
Mingyu jumps at the sound of your voice, surprised that youâve come out so early. He knows you tend to work for long periods, only coming out when youâve fully completed your assigned projects.Â
âKimchi stew, the lady down the street gave us a huge tub,â he replies, still stirring the pot without looking back at you. âI took Norbert out for a bike ride and she offered so.âÂ
âYou took Norbert for a bike ride?â you ask with a raised eyebrow.Â
Norbert is the type of cat who doesnât like getting picked up and knowing that information makes it hard to believe Mingyu was able to successfully put him into the basket attached to his bike. Imagining him fighting to get your very grumpy cat into the bike made you giggle, especially because you know how much Norbert doesnât like Mingyu.  Â
âYeah, after a few scratches, he got in and I think he liked it. He fell asleep for most of it though,â Mingyu snorted, recalling how much that furball of fury put up a fight till his body hit the basket.Â
âItâs nice that youâre trying to bond with him, it just takes him a while to warm up to you.âÂ
âYeah, I figured we just needed a boy's day while you were working.âÂ
âHmm, anyways the kimchi stew, is it ready?â you inquire while your stomachâs impatience continues to grow with each passing second.Â
âIt should be good, do you mind setting the table for me?â he requests while taking the pot off the burner.Â
You donât say anything else, moving to the living room to turn on more episodes for Norbert before grabbing plates from the cabinets to place them on the small dinner table.Â
The serving dish needed for the stew sat at the very top shelf of the cupboard and your arms were simply too short to grab it. Your movements come to an abrupt halt the moment you feel Mingyu stand close behind you, one hand on your waist while the other hovers over you to grab the bowl.Â
âLet me get it for you,â he grunts, taking the dish in his hand to ladle in the stew.Â
Heart pounding in your chest, his breath tickles the back of your neck, a shiver running down your spine. Mingyuâs body encases yours as his arm comes back down to place the dish on the counter.Â
Cursing yourself, you're thankful your back is turned to him or else he would be able to see the blush thatâs starting to bloom on your cheeks. You mumble a small thanks before going to the table to resume setting the plates down for dinner.Â
As you two eat in silence you think about all the moments youâve had with Mingyu today. The time you slept on the couch until just now when he held you close. It didnât even mean anything, it shouldnât mean anything, yet it replays in your mind like clockwork.Â
seven.Â
The ringing of the doorbell brings you out of your thoughts, placing your book down, you head over to answer the door. Itâs none other than your gossip of a neighbour Seungkwan.Â
âLovely evening Y/n-ie!â He smiles brightly, inviting himself into the foyer of your house before you could even protest.Â
You resist the urge to roll your eyes yet again, stepping aside to allow Seungkwan to go on with whatever it is that brought him barging into your home.Â
âGood evening,â you respond curtly, suspicious as to what he could need at this hour.Â
âVernon and I have some friends over for a little nightcap and dessert, do you and Mingyu want to join?â he asks, eyes never leaving yours.Â
To a normal and maybe less paranoid person, one would assume that Seungkwan is just being a kind neighbour, but youâre not so easily fooled. The glint in his eyes makes you realize thereâs probably an ulterior motive to his âact of kindnessâ.Â
âOh no itâs okay, it would be rude to impose,â you try to play it off politely, but the fucker wouldnât budge.Â
âNonsense! Iâm inviting you and Mingyu because I want you two there,â he explains, waving his hand at you.
Before you can refuse him even more, you hear Mingyu coming out of his room to check up on why youâre taking so long at the front door.Â
âY/n, is everything alright?â he calls out for you as he walks towards the foyer.Â
âEverythingâs all fine and dandy Mingyu, I just came over to invite you and Y/n over for some drinks and dessert!â Seungkwan informs him before you can get another word out.Â
âThat sounds like fun actually, why donât we go baby?â Mingyu turns over to you, his eyebrows raised, his smile tight as he tries to silently tell you that heâs putting an act up for Seungkwan.
Still flustered by the pet name, you cough out a yes. Turning over to Seungkwan to give him a fake smile. He returns your smile, eyes squinted, you can see how hard the gears are working in that brain of his. You know that he probably finds you two odd because of how awkward you and Mingyu are with each other, but you attempt to play it off as normal as possible.Â
âItâs settled then! Let's go, canât keep everyone else waiting,â he exclaims as he opens the door, gesturing for the two of you to walk out first before closing the door.Â
Crossing over to Seungkwanâs side of the yard, he opens the door for the two of you like the perfect host that you figured he would be. You cannot deny that his extroverted persona allows him to be so persuasive, but you canât get over the fact that heâs a little too curious.Â
âThe newlyweds are here!â he calls out and five heads whip over to stare at you and Mingyu standing awkwardly in the foyer of their home.Â
Mingyu grasps your hand in his, his palms rough, probably from all the work he does in the yard. Making your way over to the couch, a man with long hair gets up to pour you two drinks. This is the most that you two have come into contact with each other consciously if you donât count the time on the couch.Â
A part of you wonders if Mingyu realizes what happened this morning, but youâre too embarrassed to bring it up. So youâll leave it and hope he doesnât remember you two squeezed so intimately on the living room sofa.Â
âEveryone, this is Y/n and Mingyu, they moved into the house beside ours a couple of weeks ago,â he introduces the two of you.Â
As the two of you say your helloâs Mingyu pulls over to sit beside him on the couch, his arm wrapped around your waist. The blush on your cheeks stays permanently as youâre practically sitting on his lap. You try not to blow your cover but itâs hard with so many people's eyes on you.Â
âYou both already know Vernon-ie, the one grabbing your drinks is Jeonghan and thatâs his wife, Valerie,â Seungkwan gets you two acquainted with the couple before moving on. âThatâs Joshua and Maren, his wife.âÂ
âNice to meet you! Iâm Valerie but you can just call me Val,â the woman with brownish black hair smiles at you, and you can only nod, still overwhelmed with the amount of people you just met, âSo why did you guys choose to live in Bridgewater?âÂ
âWe thought it would be a nice place to live, I work from home and Mingyu is currently taking a break. The first time we saw the listing, we knew it was going to be our forever home,â you lie straight through your teeth.Â
There's a twinge of guilt that stirs at the pit of your stomach, you feel bad for lying to these people because of how kind they all looked. You even felt bad for lying to Seungkwan, albeit he can be a nosy little shit but at least heâs nice enough to introduce you to his friends.
âIf you donât mind me asking where did you and Mingyu meet?â Maren, the woman sitting beside Joshua asks with a curious sparkle in her eyes.Â
You almost choke on your drink, eyes wide because you were not prepared for all these questions thrown at you. Thankfully Mingyu took the lead this time, his thumb rubbing soothing circles where he had his hand placed on your waist.Â
âWe met through a mutual friend, we were in university at the time,â he smiles warmly and Maren listens intently, hanging onto Mingyuâs every word. âThe moment I saw her I knew I was going to marry her.âÂ
Mingyu turns to you, placing a kiss on the top of your head, and your cheeks heat up for what feels like the millionth time today. Even though his acting this way with you is all a facade your heart canât help but skip a beat.Â
âWhat! Thatâs so cute,â Maren gushes before glaring at her husband before hitting his arm jokingly. âWhy canât you say cheesy stuff like that?âÂ
Joshuaâs eyes go wide and he canât help but stutter. âBro youâre making the rest of us look really bad right now.âÂ
Mingyu barks out a laugh and just shrugs nonchalantly knowing that no one is immune to his charms. Even if all of this is a lie, he canât help but play into the sappy newly-wed trope with you, and it doesn't help that he finds you so caring and beautiful too. Thereâs something about the way you lean into him on the couch and the soft smile you give him while talking about your âforever homeâ, you make it easy for him to imagine fake scenarios of how you two met.Â
âWhat university did you two go to?â Jeonghan pipes up from his seat, his arm wrapping around Val as he sips on his glass of bourbon.Â
âI went to Yonsei, I majored in statistics. Mingyu and I met at a club with our mutual friends,â you try not to sound too nervous while you piggyback off of Mingyuâs lie.Â
The back of your neck feels hot from having everyone inquire about your history with Mingyu, and it doesnât help that your âhusbandââs sitting so close to you, his body heat transferring over to you. At least it wasnât a complete lie, you did go to Yonsei and you majored in stats; just way before you met both Seungcheol and Mingyu.Â
âWhat about you Mingyu?â Jeonghan moves on to him, and he perks up in his seat, mouth full of the cheesecake that Seungkwan made. The food fills his cheeks slightly and you giggle at how much he resembles a chipmunk.Â
âI went to SNU, and majored in business,â he states after swallowing his dessert and clearing his throat.Â
âOkay, enough with the interrogation. Can we talk about something else?â Vernon interrupts, obviously feeling bad for the fact that the rest of them have been asking you two questions for the majority of the night.Â
The rest of the group laughs, probably because they know that Vernon doesnât talk unless heâs prompted to. Although you donât know him very well you could tell that he was more of a listening type. It makes sense that he and Seungkwan are together, he does enough talking for the both of them.Â
You were more surprised by Mingyuâs answer though, you didnât know that he went to SNU, if that was even the truth. Although he does look like the business type. There was something about him that exudes the energy of a CEO or a man whoâs just good at making connections. Heâs able to catch people's attention, his words carry the weight of someone who isnât afraid to speak out loud.Â
With the way he talked to Seungkwanâs friends tonight, you realized how well-articulated he is, and the fact that heâs able to get people to listen to what he has to say. Although heâs a little goofy, if you didnât know him you wouldâve assumed heâs someone important just by how he carries himself outside of the house. Thereâs a swell of pride within you when you watch him talk about your âpastâ, and for some reason, you donât mind it. If anything, youâre looking forward to more moments like this.Â
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The rest of the evening went along smoothly after that, and by the time everyone was ready to leave it was nearing one in the morning. You helped Seungkwan clean up in the kitchen, putting away the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. The two of you were quiet for a bit, only talking when you asked him about what goes where.Â
A part of you felt bad for being so curt with Seungkwan in the beginning. Maybe you were wrong about him and he just likes to be a nosy nieghbour, maybe itâs his way of making friends. You canât help but be guarded due to your past and you misjudged him too quickly.Â
Maybe it was the glasses of wine you had or the fact that you saw a different version of him. But thereâs a lovable side to him, and also a side that doesnât mind embarrassing himself a little to get a laugh out of his friends.Â
âI want to thank you for inviting me and Mingyu tonight, all of our friends are in the city so we donât get to see them often,â you confessed. âItâs nice to have someone else to talk to other than Mingyu or Norbert.âÂ
He turns to you with a genuine smile, and you notice that maybe that glint in his eyes is permanent, a glint that shows his happy demeanor and not the type thatâs meant to show his mischievousness.Â
âIâm glad you had fun because youâll be invited to things like these from now on,â he expresses, his smile reaching his eyes now.Â
âI appreciate it, Mingyu needs more friends in the neighbourhood, ones that are his age and donât constantly drool over him,â you roll your eyes, recalling all the aunties who stroll past your front yard daily.Â
âI can be his friend but I canât promise I wonât drool over him,â he giggles, causing you to slap his arm playfully.Â
âHey! Leave my husband alone, you have your own. Don't get greedy now,â you feign anger at him, glaring at him before bursting out laughing.Â
Mingyu walks into the kitchen, handing over the rest of the dishes that were left in the living room. His eyes dart back and forth between you as he realizes how much closer you two have gotten tonight.Â
âThank you, Gyu, if you ever get tired of being bossed around by Y/n you can always live with me and Nonie,â Seungkwan giggles as he calls him by his nickname, giving his large bicep a squeeze.Â
You gasp at how forward Seungkwan is, your hand placed over your chest as you pretend to be offended by his words. He only glances back at you to stick his tongue out.Â
âYouâre so childish, heâs my husband,â you attested, pulling Mingyu by his arm so he could stand closer to you. âAnd Iâm not bossy, Mingyu just enjoys doing housework!âÂ
Mingyu is even more confused now, but he cracks a smile when he sees how playful youâve become. He concludes that maybe you just had a little more to drink than normal and goes along with you and Seungkwanâs teasing.Â
âWoah thatâs enough you two, thereâs enough Mingyu for everyone,â he laughs and you give him a sour look. He was obviously feeling himself too much in that moment, but you canât help but chuckle at how cocky he sounds.Â
âLetâs go home Gyu, before Seungkwan decides to hold you hostage.â you huff emphasizing his nickname before you drag him over to the front door. âBye Seungkwan, I already know Iâll see you tomorrow!âÂ
Waving goodbye to Kwan, you pass Vernon on your way as he sits on the couch scrolling on his phone while the two other couples mingle amongst themselves.Â
âBye everyone, it was nice meeting you, but itâs way past her bedtime,â Mingyu muses, motioning over to you. Your eyes feel droopy and you were practically hanging off of Mingyuâs body as he held you by the waist.Â
They all say their goodbyes to the two of you with promises to meet soon again. Mingyu guides you through the front door and across the green grassed lawn back to your place.Â
The time you spent with everyone tonight allowed you to recognize that maybe it isnât so bad living here. Especially if youâll be able to talk to them more often. No one but Mingyu knows about your past, and that reassures you to start new friendships, even though theyâre temporary.
eight.
The next morning you woke up to your phone ringing incessantly, to the point you almost threw it across your room. It wasnât until you read the name âJihoonâ flashing across the screen, causing you to fully wake up from what feels like a hundred years' worth of sleep. You silently promised yourself to remind Mingyu to not let you drink so much wine at Seungkwanâs house again.Â
âJihoon? Is everything alright? You usually check up on us in the evening,â you stammered, sleep still evident in your voice.Â
âY/n, hey sorry to call so early butâŠtheyâve located Seungcheol,â he sighs, the news of his whereabouts hanging in the air.Â
Gulping nervously, your palms sweat. The way Jihoon sounded a little apprehensive made you feel uncertainty brewing in the pit of your stomach.Â
âGo on.âÂ
âHe used a burner to call a friend of his Iâm guessing, but we were able to ping it and heâs in the town next to yours.â
âWhat?!â Now youâre fully freaking out, pushing your comforter to go and find Mingyu.Â
âIâm really sorry Y/n,â Jihoon sounds just as stressed as you are.Â
Searching around the house you see him sitting on the sofa with Norbert beside him, theyâre watching more episodes of Bluey, but he pauses the show after noticing the panicked look on your face. You go to sit beside him putting your phone on speaker so the both of you can hear what Jihoon has to say.Â
âYouâre on speaker, Mingyuâs right beside me,â you mention before allowing him to continue.Â
His sigh is audible through the speakers of your phone, and your blood pressure rises. If Jihoon is this worried then you should probably just be as worried.Â
âThey found his location to be at a motel in the next town over, we donât know how he found out but he might be looking for you two,â he explains carefully. âIâm sending over another Marshall officer to watch over you two while we continue to track Seungcheol. You two should be safe with him but try not to leave the neighbourhood for now, it could get dangerous if he ends up seeing either of you.âÂ
âOkay got it, thank you Jihoon,â Mingyu replies, his hand subconsciously placed over yours as you two bear the news of your very dangerous ex potentially on the hunt for you two.Â
Jihoon gives you two his regards before he hangs up, probably too busy to linger on the phone for any longer.Â
Giving Mingyu a nervous look, he can tell how hard this information is for you to handle. After a month of being here in what felt like a sanctuary from the dangers of the outside world, youâre pulled back into reality. Youâre reminded of why youâre really here, more scared than ever.Â
The tears start to fall before you even realize and Mingyu doesnât say anything else, instead, he pulls you into your arms and tries to comfort you as much as possible. Even though heâs just as scared as you are, heâs determined to protect you, to protect his home, even Norbert.Â
âIâm sorry, Y/n,â he whispers into your ear as you cry into his chest, your tears wetting his shirt.Â
âYou did nothing wrong, Mingyu,â you blabber as his hand rubs your back, trying to console your sobs. âIâm just so scared, what if he hurts us? What if you get hurt? I wouldnât be able to handle it.âÂ
âHey hey, itâs okay, I got you, I wonât let anyone hurt you. Donât forget where I came from before all this,â he reassures you, pulling you back to look you in your eyes with a solemn stare. âHeâs not going to touch even a single hair on you, or Nobert.âÂ
You giggle a little at the fact that heâs always so inclusive to the cat whoâs a bitch to him but youâre happy to know that heâs willing to protect all of you. He laughs with you, wiping away the tears that have fallen from your eyes, his touch as gentle as a mouse despite how large his hands are.Â
âYouâre the best fake husband, I hope you know that,â you mumble as you go back into his embrace. âI know I havenât said it yet, but I appreciate everything youâve done for us.âÂ
âThank you Y/n, youâre the best fake wife too,â he whispers back, kissing the top of your head just like he did last night.Â
Except this time thereâs no one to fool, thereâs no one to lie to. Itâs just the two of you, and the subtle meaning behind his affection makes you wish that it was Mingyu you fell for all those years ago instead.Â
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Jihoon: I have an officer whoâll be patrolling the area, his name is Jun Wen. Hereâs his badge number: ###### and picture. Just in case someone tries to come and impersonate him, also donât mind if heâs a little weird, that's just how he is; and yes, he knows what heâs doing so donât worry. Youâre in safe hands.Â
An eyebrow quirks up as you read the last part of his text wondering what he meant about âweirdâ. As if on cue, the sound of the doorbell reverberates throughout your house. Â That must be him, you thought to yourself.Â
Mingyu leaves his spot on the couch and goes to get the door. He's become extra protective of you since the call you had with Jihoon this morning. It allows you to relax a little knowing heâll be the one to answer the door from now on.Â
âUh, Y/n? Whyâs there some guy meowing at Norbert on our front porch?â Mingyu asks you with a puzzled expression on his face.Â
âHuh?â youâre just as confused as he is, but you walk over to Mingyu with your phone in hand regardless.Â
Looking down at the picture Jihoon sent and back at the man squatted beside Norbet, you realize this is what Jihoon meant about him being weird. From the picture that was sent, he looks like a perfectly normal guy, maybe he just really likes cats? You wondered to yourself.
âOh thatâs Jun, the guy Jihoon sent over,â you mumble, showing Mingyu the picture on your phone.Â
âHuh,â Mingyu says, dumbfounded.Â
Opening the door you donât say anything, just watching the man named Jun make noises at your cat, who looks disgruntled and very annoyed at the random human disturbing his sleep. Heâs dressed in normal clothing instead of a uniform, probably so that the neighbours donât ask any questions.Â
âMah-ow, mahhh-owww,â Jun keeps on making weird noises, blissfully unaware of the two of you staring at him from the now-opened front door.Â
âUh excuse me, sir, what are you doing?â you call out to him, the confusion still very clear on your face.Â
Norbert hears your voice, ears perking up before he slips past Mingyuâs legs to go back into the house. His little claws clack against the hardwood as he makes his way onto the couch to continue with his afternoon nap.Â
âAw man, you guys scared the cat away,â he sighs animatedly before standing up to greet the two of you with his hand out to shake. âHi, my nameâs Jun, Iâll make sure bad guys wonât come and attack.âÂ
You and Mingyu exchange looks before looking back at Jun, then back at each other again. This is definitely not the type of guy you were expecting, but Jihoon trusts him, and you trust Jihoonâs judgment.Â
âWe didnât-uh, never mind, anyways Iâm Y/n, this is Mingyu,â you start to explain that you're not the one to scare Norbet away, but you quickly change your mind. Instead, you return his handshake with a curt smile.Â
âWell, I'll just be patrolling around the neighbourhood, youâll see me parked a few houses down once in a while. If you need anything, hereâs my number.â He hands you his card which is filled with doodles of cats.Â
He really does like cats, you confirm.Â
He walks away with a wave before going back into his car and driving off. Mingyu bursts out laughing, hands clutching his stomach before he sighs, wiping off fake tears from his eyes.Â
âThatâs the guy thatâs going to be helping us? Really?â he chuckles, looking at you like youâd know the answer to Junâs odd behaviour.Â
âHey, donât ask me, ask Jihoon,â you slap his arm playfully before laughing with him.Â
âWell, hopefully, nothing bad happens from now on, I honestly think we could manage without a bodyguard of sorts, or whatever he is,â Mingyu snorts, off put by Junâs personality.Â
âJihoon appointed him, so Iâm sure heâs well trained. He wouldnât have sent him over otherwise,â you rationalize, not wanting to doubt the person whoâs meant to be protecting you from Seungcheol.Â
âOkay, youâre right. Letâs just go inside, Iâll make us kimchi pancakes,â Mingyu beckons, and you close the door behind you before following him to the kitchen.Â
Jun being there just gives you an extra layer of reassurance, and you know Mingyu is just as capable, but it doesnât hurt to have backup. Seungcheol is a smart man, and youâre not sure what tricks he has up his sleeve, so itâs better to be safe than sorry.Â
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âOkay so now we just have to mix the pajeon mix with the kimchi,â Mingyu instructs, once again wearing his pink ruffled apron, but this time youâre wearing a matching one.Â
With your hair tied up, and hands messy with kimchi pancake mix, you follow every instruction that Mingyu gives you. It was his idea to teach you to cook, especially because he knows youâre not well-versed in the kitchen.Â
âNow what?â you ask, looking up at him for guidance, but before you can instruct him you spot the flour splattered on his nose. âHey, youâve got a little bit of⊠lemme justââÂ
Not realizing your hands were covered in the wet batter you end up getting the mixture all over his face too. Gasping at what youâve just done, Mingyu looks at you with wide eyes before taking some of the batter in the bowl and smearing it on your face.Â
âHey! I didnât mean to, whyâd you do that?â you let out a boisterous laugh, running away from him before he could catch you again.Â
âI know you did that on purpose!â he yells out, chasing you around the kitchen island in circles.Â
âNo, I didnât! Stop chasing me!â you squeal as he starts to close the distance between you two.Â
âLiar, Iâm getting my revenge!â he laughs along with you, hot on your trail.Â
The two of you run in circles for a while till you have to catch your breath, causing you to slow down. Mingyu takes this opportunity to finally be able to get a hold of you, wrapping his hands around your waist with little effort before placing you on the counter.Â
âSay your final words now,â he fakes a serious tone, his crinkled as he tries to hold back his laughter.Â
Before you can get another word in he tickles your sides causing you to squirm against him as your back hits the counter. The bowl filled with kimchi pancake mix is long forgotten, half empty because of how much of it got onto both your clothes.Â
âOk stop! I-Iâm sorry I didnât mean to, I promise,â your words getting cut off by your laughter, Mingyu not relinquishing his hold on you.Â
He stops for a moment, his finger pointed at you, âYou promise?âÂ
You nod innocently, his upper body flushed against yours, legs intertwined at his waist as he pins you down to the counter with his other hand.Â
âNot!â you bite the finger pointed at you, but Mingyuâs reflexes are too fast, his large hands pinning your wrists to the counter once more.Â
The two of you have calmed down considerably since then, both tired from running around the kitchen. Your laboured breaths are the only thing that can be heard within the confines of your home. Mingyuâs face is dangerously close to yours, and if you leaned forward your lips would touch.Â
The pounding in your chest doesnât subside and Mingyuâs eyes donât leave yours. His strong arms are perfectly within your line of sight, and at this moment you feel like you and Mingyu are the only people in the whole world. There are no fears or doubts, no scary ex hunting you down. Just you and Mingyu.Â
Without even thinking, you both lean forward and capture each otherâs lips in a soft kiss. You can tell heâs unsure at first, his hands loosening around your wrists, being as careful with you as he was this morning when he wiped away your tears. But you want more.Â
Pressing your lips against his with more vigour, your legs wrap around his waist to pull his pelvis closer to yours. A grunt leaves Mingyuâs lips, he takes this action as a signal to kiss you more passionately. His tongue laps against yours, his hands lifting you so youâre both upright.Â
âMingyu,â you whimper, feeling the wet open-mouthed kisses he begins to press against your neck.Â
Before you can get any further, a cat meows beneath the two of you, his head turned in confusion. You pull away from him first, staring at your menacing cat, Fucking Norbert, you curse him out in your head before hopping off the counter and dusting yourself off.Â
âIâm gonna go shower, then we can go back to making the pancakes,â you smile awkwardly up at Mingyu.Â
âOh okay, me too, yeah.â He scratches the back of his head.Â
Before you head to the washroom in your room you turn around once more and give Mingyu a quick peck on the lips. His arms wrap around your waist, trying to deepen the kiss once more. But you stop him before he can go any further, laughing at how needy he has gotten.Â
âLetâs do that more often,â you giggle before running off to the washroom.Â
Mingyu sighs with content, his cheeks rosy from your flirting. With you gone, he sticks his tongue at Norbert in frustration. What a cockblock, he says to himself in his head. Norbert meows in response before walking back to his spot on the couch.Â
No oneâs ever made Mingyu feel the way you just did. At that moment he realized how fucked he is, youâre only here with him for the next eleven months, then what? Do you two go on with your lives separately? And you two are supposed to just forget everything? The more he thinks about it, the more determined he is to stay. The more determined he becomes to make you his and to give you the life you deserve.Â
The love you deserve.Â
nine.Â
âAfternoon, Jun!â you wave from the porch as you see his car approaching your driveway, his windows down, hair flowing through the wind.Â
He looks so carefree despite how important his job is, and it makes you a little envious of his lighthearted personality. He must have a happy life out of work because you swear no one is this lax with a job like his.Â
âGood afternoon to you too, Y/n,â he gives you a big smile, his little satchel wrapped around him as he makes his way over to you.Â
Itâs been about a week since Jun has been patrolling the nieghbourhood, and Seungkwanâs asked a few questions about the cute but odd guy frequenting your house. The quickest lie that you could come up with was that heâs your best friend visiting from the city. You told him that he works at the home office and that he comes over from time to time to work on another project with you.Â
After that day, Seungkwan stopped asking so many questions, leaving you alone to sit and read with Vernon on their porch.
âDo you want to have lunch with me and Mingyu?â you ask him. âHe made enough that I know we would have leftovers otherwise.âÂ
âMy wife packs my lunch actually and she doesnât like it when I come home with a full container.â He shrugs, taking out the cutely wrapped rilakkuma bento box from his satchel.Â
âWhat! Thatâs so cute, I bet you love her lunch boxes,â you giggle, marveling at how much care his wife had gone into packing him food for the day.Â
He rubs the back of his neck as he lets out a bashful laugh, his cheeks turning red at the mention of his wife.Â
âWell sheâs the only one whose food tastes exactly like my momâs, maybe Iâll bring her around so you can meet her!â Junâs eyes shine as he talks about his wife, obviously, head over heels for her.Â
You find it endearing how much his demeanor changes from silly Jun to an in-love Jun. The tight feeling in your chest doesnât subside as you watch how he goes on about her, and their cats Open, Close, and Lock. It makes you wonder if anyone would talk about you that way, even when youâre not there, or when itâs not some lie to tell to your neighbours and their friends. Â
âThatâs so sweet Jun, whatâs her name?â you ask, wondering if you could make a new friend out of her too.Â
âJune!â he replies, his smile as bright as the afternoon sun.Â
âHer name is also June?â you try to get more clarification on her name.Â
As if Jun himself couldnât get any weirder, he has three cats named Open, Close, and Lock, as well as a wife with the same name as him. You try to process all this information but you feel like itâs too early in the day to be thinking so hard.Â
âYeah! Iâm Jun without an E and sheâs June with an E,â he answers proudly.Â
You leave the Jun lore for another time, instead asking him about other things going on in his life. Heâs not as bad as you thought he would be, and you find that heâs actually very fun to talk to. Junâs actions are always so animated, using his hands a lot while heâs talking. It seems like youâve made another friend yet again.Â
As you two make your way to the kitchen, Mingyu can hear your laughter ring through his ears. Two sets of footsteps make their way over to him, he knows Jun is just here because itâs his job but canât help but feel a twinge of jealousy.Â
âHey Jun,â Mingyu greets him flatly, not really into the fact that heâs the reason his wife is laughing so hard right now.Â
He has no right to feel jealous but he canât help it, especially after the kiss you two shared the other day. The two of you havenât gotten that intimate since that kiss in the kitchen and even though he wants it to happen again, it has to be on your terms. Even though he craves you with each waking hour, he wants to make sure he isnât overstepping any boundaries.Â
âJun is going to eat with us for lunch, is that okay?â You go up to him, placing a hand on his bicep before giving it a squeeze.
Mingyuâs cheeks flush at your small gesture of affection, his eyes moving from where your hand is placed to your eyes. Looking up at him with doe eyes, you smile at him. Even though he doesnât like the idea of you and Jun laughing together, he could never say no to you.Â
âYeah, of course,â he returns your smile and you whisper a small thank you before placing a kiss on his cheek, walking away to watch T.V. with Jun on the couch.Â
He stands at the stove, a pan of grilled chicken to pair with your salads. A hand comes up to touch the cheek that you kissed, he smiles to himself as he continues to cook lunch for you two.Â
It seems as though every day he spends with you, the harder heâs falling. He canât help it, especially when youâre much more affectionate with him now.Â
He fantasizes about the day you decide to no longer sleep in separate rooms across the hall from each other, and getting to wake up to you and your beautiful face every morning. He watches you laugh with Jun in the living room and silently wishes that youâll fall as hard as he has.
ten.
With every passing day, the more you worry about Seungcheolâs whereabouts. Youâre safe here, and people are looking over you but you canât help but be paranoid. You wonder if youâre going to have to live every day in fear. But thankfully, with Mingyu beside you, it becomes a little more bearable.Â
It wasnât until today that you realized that you could finally breathe right. You awoke to another call from Jihoon, who seems to only call about important matters early in the morning. He suggests that you get Mingyu, wanting both of you to be on the call.Â
Your mind is spiraling. The last time Jihoon called he had given you bad news.Â
âWhatâs wrong Jihoon?â you ask him apprehensively, not sure if youâre mentally prepared to hear what he has to say.Â
Both you and Mingyu sat on the couch with bated breaths, waiting for him to say something. Anything. Mingyu has an arm around you, your legs on top of his as he holds you close. He didnât even have to say anything, his silence was enough to indicate how nervous he was.Â
âGuys, donât be so nervous, now Iâm getting nervous!â he sighs.Â
âI canât take this, just say it already, youâre killing me over here Ji,â Mingyu whines, squeezing you a little tighter to soothe his nerves.Â
âWell, we found him. Jun was able to put him in custody and heâs been at the station for a couple of hours now,â he finally reveals, hearing the two of you squeal like a bunch of school girls over the speakers. âI know you donât want to see him Y/n, but if you want you can come down and talk to him. Closure and shit.âÂ
Mingyu looks over at you the moment Jihoon mentions you visiting your ex, and he can practically see the gears turning in your head. To be honest, youâre not sure if youâre ready to face him, but a part of you is curious about what heâs like now.Â
âOkay, Iâll visit him, but only if Mingyu comes with me,â you mutter, playing with the hem of Mingyuâs shirt absentmindedly.Â
You think of all the scenarios that could play out the moment you meet with Seungcheol again, but you know that if you want to shed the rest of your old self. You need to finally face him and gain the closure you deserve.Â
And the closure that Seungcheol deserves too.Â
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For the rest of the day, you and Mingyu have a little self-care night before your confrontation with Seungcheol. Your nerves are at an all-time high, even Norbert could tell you were anxious; constantly staying by your side, even when you were showering, working, or eating.Â
You werenât sure what you were going to say to Seungcheol when you see him, or how youâre going to even feel. Itâs been years since youâve faced him, you just know that if Mingyu is there everything will be alright.Â
For some reason, Mingyuâs presence always calms you down. His comforting words and strong demeanor help you stay afloat in your deep sea of worries. Just like Norbert, you donât think he realizes these past few months with him have helped you overcome a lot of your paranoia. The more you got to know him, the more you recognized how soft and loving he really is, despite his past.Â
âYou have to stay still, okay?â you mumble as you continue to slather the face mask all over Mingyuâs skin.Â
Sat on top of the bathroom counter, Mingyu stood between your legs as you concentrated on the task at hand. His own hands placed on the tops of your thighs as he waited patiently for you to finish.Â
When he proposed a self-care night, you didnât think heâd agree to go as far as doing skin care with you. Obviously, you were very wrong, and it kind of warms your heart that heâs willing to do even something as silly as this and then watch Bluey with you on the couch.Â
âY/n, it tickles,â he whines, hands gripping harder on your thighs as he fights the urge to laugh.Â
âDo not laugh! Youâll ruin it,â you try not to giggle, your own face mask starting to crack.Â
âOkay, sorry but you look so silly right now,â he chuckles, his eyes trained on you.Â
Even with your hair tied up and a fluffy bunny-ear face wash headband, he still finds you beautiful. It doesn't matter to him what you look like, just the fact that youâre here, with him, itâs all he needs to be happy.Â
âDone!â you flash a proud smile before hopping off the counter.Â
Before you can leave the bathroom, Mingyu grabs your wrist and turns you around till you're flush with his chest. You raise an eyebrow at him, unsure of what heâs plotting right now. Instead of saying anything more he just places a peck on your lips before whispering a small âthank youâ, letting you two carry on with your night.Â
You just laugh and shake your head at him before heading over to the couch to watch more episodes of Bluey. Norbert claims his rightful spot beside you while Mingyu sits on your other side.Â
Tomorrow may be scary and you have a lot of thoughts running through your head, but spending the night peacefully with Mingyu and Norbert silences your worries enough to relax in the meantime. What you donât expect is the constant thought of wondering if this is what your life would be like every day if you decide to stay in Bridgewater after the year is over.Â
eleven.
The car ride to the police station is quiet. Mingyuâs hand is in yours as he tries to console your overthinking. There isnât much he can say to help you at this moment, but the least he can do is show you that heâs here. He doesnât want to say anything that could potentially overwhelm you, he just wants to show you how much he cares.Â
By the time the car reaches the station, your palms are drenched in sweat, but you want to stay strong. You want Seungcheol to know how happy you are now, without him. You want him to see how different you are now after all these years, how youâre better off without his tainted love.Â
âY/n, Mingyu,â Jihoon greets you at the door, nodding to you.Â
The ever so stoic Jihoon. Heâs a man of very few words but you could tell that he was rooting for you.Â
The walk over to where Seungcheol was being interrogated felt longer than normal, but in reality, it only took a few seconds to reach the door. Jihoon gives you a look before opening the door, one thatâs silently asking you if youâre sure. You only nod with a determined gleam in your eyes, allowing him to unlock the door and letting you see your ex after so many years.Â
His black hair looks the same it did all that time ago, except it was longer now and a little messy from him running his fingers through it. You could tell he was exhausted, and it broke your heart a little.Â
There are feelings of anger resurfacing the moment your eyes lock with his, but also feelings of sorrow and pity. Youâre reminded of all the memories you made with him, the happiness, the sadness, and the solace in between. But you grieved the loss of your love with him a long time ago, and even though there are fragments of those feelings now, it doesnât hurt as much as it used to.Â
âY/n,â Seungcheolâs voice cracks upon seeing you.Â
Your chest burns and it feels like all the air in your lungs has dissipated. Thereâs a dullness to his gaze, almost like heâs a mere shell of the person he used to be. You shouldâve known that Seungcheol lost his soul all those years ago when he decided to sell it for never-ending wealth. But here he is, in front of you: defeated, tired, heartbroken. Thereâs a small part of you that will always care for him, yet you know that youâll never love him the way you used to.Â
âCheol,â you whisper, your back against the door, your body not wanting to get any closer to him than you have to.
âY/n, please I never wanted us to end up this way, please. Please,â he tries to beg, to stand up, but his hands are handcuffed to the table. His wrists have turned red from trying to escape from his chains. Itâs no use, he wonât ever be able to get as close as he is now.Â
A single tear falls from your eyes watching his desperate attempts to reach you. But the room feels far too big now like the two of you are miles apart. So you stay put and tell him what youâve been wanting to say after so many years.
âYou dug your own grave, Seungcheol. I tried, I did. But how could you keep all that information from me? Selling illegal weapons may be one thing, but involving all those innocent people? Did you lose your damn mind? I couldnât live with myself knowing how many people you hurt. Then you turned to drug trafficking? Did you really think I could marry someone like that?â you raise your voice at the end.Â
Your chest is heaving from not taking a single breath to stop, to think, just saying whatever your heart is telling you to say.Â
âY/n, please! Hear me out, I want to make it work-â he begs and begs, but you cut him off. Â
âThereâs nothing to work out.â Â
âI just wanted to have a secure future with you, I was going to quit after our wedding, please you have to believe me,â he keeps going, but you donât want to hear it anymore.Â
You scoff at his attempt to justify his actions, but you know better. The man in front of you will say anything to get you back into his life, but you donât buy his bullshit. The more money he earned, the greedier he got, and the higher his ambitions got, he wasn't the man he was when you first met him. The constant reminder of him leading a dark path keeps you grounded.Â
âYou lost me the moment you decided to hurt people who donât deserve it.â Your voice is stern, you donât want to continue to drag this out knowing all heâs going to do is plead for you to come back to him.Â
âY/n please, I canât live without you, even after all these years, I canât sleep, nothing. I need you.â The tears begin to leave his eyes, but you do your best to stay strong.Â
All you can do is shake your head at him, his words going through one ear and out the other. His sobs and pleading shake you to your core, but it doesnât hurt to hear after knowing all the evil things heâs done.Â
âBut I donât need you, Iâm happy, Iâm in love again. I have friends that care about me,â you countered.
 You're breathing heavily, trying to stay as calm as possible. You had no more tears left to shed for him.Â
âItâs Mingyu isnât it?â he asks, but you donât give him any indication that his prediction is correct.Â
Your heartbeat picks up at the mention of Mingyuâs name, and youâre not sure how Seungcheol found out about the two of you. At this point you donât even care, because the happiness you deserve is waiting for you outside the very door you stand against. No one will get in the way of the reason why youâre able to breathe right again, especially not Seungcheol.
âThat doesn't matter,â you defended, not wanting to speak to him for any longer.Â
âBut it does. Just tell me itâs not Mingyu, anyone but him please,â he continues to cry, the rattling of his handcuffs burning your eardrums.Â
Youâve gotten your closure, the figurative shackles that Seungcheol had you in are finally broken. Thereâs a sense of relief to being able to face him without completely breaking down. Your heart no longer belongs to him, and neither do your fearful thoughts.Â
âI donât owe you anything anymore Seungcheol. Goodbye.â You end the conversation, turning around to close the door without looking back.Â
His pleading can be heard through the metal, but you donât dare turn back, you donât dare to let him have his hold on you anymore. Closing the door of the interrogation room felt like closing the door to a chapter of life. And finally, after everything that has happened, you feel free.Â
âYouâre in love with me?â Mingyuâs voice is heard through all the commotion.Â
He stands there with a hopeful look in his eyes, a small smile dancing along his lips. You roll your eyes at him as if it wasnât already obvious how much you care for your fake husband.Â
Walking up to him, you engulf him in a tight hug, your head buried in his chest as tears of relief leave your eyes.Â
âOf course Iâm in love with you, you big idiot,â you laugh, holding him tighter, so tight that youâre sure that heâll never leave your side, even if he wanted to.Â
twelve.Â
The drive back to the house felt like a breath of fresh air. Wind blowing through your hair with the windows rolled down, Mingyuâs hand on your thigh, music blasting through the speakers. It felt like freedom.Â
âCan I hear you say it again?â Mingyu turns to you while heâs stopped at a red light, his puppy-dog eyes are too cute to resist.Â
âI love you,â you smile at him, placing your hand on top of his.Â
The glistening in his eyes looked like it came straight out of a movie, they glittered in the sunlight, a reflection of his very being.Â
âI love you too, did you know that?â he blushes, giving you a sweet kiss before returning his attention to the road.Â
The two of you stay quiet for the rest of that way back, savouring the sweet moment. You still canât wrap your head around everything that has happened during your stay at Bridgewater, especially because youâve somehow found love again. A love thatâs sweet, one that doesnât feel as worrisome.Â
âHome sweet home!â Mingyu announces the moment the car rolls into the driveway.Â
Youâre brought out of your thoughts and Mingyu gets out to open the door for you. The second the door closes he cages you between him and the side of the car. His lips softly hit yours and you moan out of surprise. The kiss is slow and sweet, and butterflies erupt in your stomach immediately.Â
You havenât kissed him properly since that day in the kitchen but you donât mind the wait. If anything it causes you to feel hungry for more. Mingyuâs hands on your waist are pulling you tighter with each passing second, but making out in the middle of your driveway, where everyone in the neighbourhood can see, pulls you out of your lustful thoughts.Â
âLetâs go inside?â You detach your lips from his, grabbing his hand and practically dragging him towards the front door.Â
Once you two are inside, without any potential prying eyes you pull him back into a kiss. Itâs sloppy and filled with more passion than the previous times you two were this close. You donât want to stop feeling him against you. The firm grip he has on your waist travels under your shirt, his hands against your bare skin leaving a burning sensation in the best way.Â
Thereâs a silent agreement between the two of you. You both know where this is heading but no one stops to take a break, to tell the other that it is time to let go. You continue to deepen the kiss, letting your tongue glide against his, your fingers running through his hair. It's addicting, Mingyuâs lips are intoxicating and all you want is to get lost in the arousal.Â
âI wanna make you feel good, so good till all you can remember is me, no one else,â Mingyu mumbles against your neck, his lips trailing lower as you whimper in approval. âTell me, is that what you want?âÂ
âYes,â you whimper, eyes closed as you feel him lick and suck the skin on your collarbone. Â
Backing away, you can see how the love and adoration in his eyes are tainted with hunger. The sight of him makes your stomach flip, thereâs a darkness to his gaze and you gulp silently. Waiting for him to show you how badly he wants to fuck you, how badly he needs to see you whimper and moan for him.Â
Without another word you bring him to your room, closing the door behind you so Norbert canât interrupt like he did last time.Â
The door is against your back once again and Mingyu towers over you, caging you with his body. His scent fills your senses, your knees going weak as he continues to stare at you with those hooded lids, his attention on you and you only.Â
His hand trails against your jaw till he stops at your chin, tilting your face up so that your eyes are leveled with his. He licks his lips as he watches you, wanting nothing but to take you then and there. But he has so much planned, he canât get too hasty, especially because the thought of you cumming for him over and over continues to plague his mind.Â
âI want you to sit on the bed, and to be a good girl and take what I give you,â Mingyu mutters, his hand moving closer to your lips till his thumb pulls your bottom lip down.Â
You donât argue, moving away once again to do what he says. This is the Mingyu you used to know. The one who spent half his life in the mafia, the one who could command a whole room with a single word.Â
Following behind you, he waits till you get comfortable on the bed before sitting down between your already spread legs. He captures you into a kiss once more, letting himself savour the taste of you. Your hands move across the expanse of his back, slowly lifting his shirt along the way and feeling his large muscles tense under your gentle fingers.Â
âFuck me, please,â you beg him, and your voice is strained, the words leaving your mouth in whimpers.Â
Mingyu chuckles at your desperation as he removes the rest of his clothing, but your mind is buzzing like crazy. Itâs been so long since youâve been intimate with someone that you forgot how good it feels to be held, to be kissed.Â
âBe patient baby, weâll get to that eventually,â he grunts, lifting your shirt and removing the remainder of your clothes till you're bare.Â
Marveling at your naked figure, Mingyu forces himself to stop drooling over how sexy you look in front of him. Youâre so small compared to him, his large hands opening up your thighs to reveal your awaiting arousal.Â
âYouâre already fucking soaking,â he mutters as he prods with your folds. His fingers move gingerly as he teases you.Â
His arms push your thighs till theyâre flush with your stomach, giving him clear access to where you need him most. Trailing kisses along your inner thighs, your head hits the pillow as you moan out for him. Youâre over-sensitive from not being touched by another person in so long, his lips leaving burning sensations on your skin.Â
Your pussy is dripping on the sheets the moment he presses a kiss to your clit. Clenching around nothing, you continue to moan out his name, and it makes him smile against you. Hearing you call out for him is like music to his ears, your voice sweet like honey.Â
âKeep doing that, please Mingyu,â you whine, your hands coiling around the strands of his hair, nails raking his scalp.Â
Groaning against your mound, he continues to play with your clit. Licking and sucking it while his fingers enter your weeping hole. The sounds of his long digits moving in and out of you fill the room, and you can feel yourself getting closer to an orgasm.Â
âFuck, itâs so good,â you praise him, and it strokes his ego, his movements picking up in pace.Â
The squelching noises only increase in volume, his fingers hitting that soft spot inside you that makes your legs shake and your vision goes white. Practically screaming his name, the coil in your stomach snaps and you cum against his mouth. His tongue moved against your slit to drink up your juices, wanting to feel you fill his mouth with your sweet nectar.Â
His eyes remain trained on yours while heâs lying between your legs, you run your hands through his hair as you come down from your high. The words canât seem to leave your lips and your mind is filled with euphoria. If he can do all that with just his mouth and fingers you wonder what will happen when heâs finally inside you.Â
âGod, youâre so needy. Probably havenât been fucked properly in so long, huh baby?â he coos as he moves up your body, lips against your ear as he continues to mutter dirty words.Â
âNeed someone to take care of you? Is that what you need? Need your husband to fuck a baby into you,â he keeps going and your eyes roll back and he fondles your tits.Â
âYeah, you like that?â he chuckles, twisting at your hardened nipples as your pussy clenches at the thought of being filled with his cum.Â
âYou like it when I talk about fucking you till that tight little cunt of yours is stuffed full of my cum?â Mingyuâs mouth continues to spew words of breeding you, and his growing erection is harder to ignore.Â
âI want it so bad, want you to fuck a baby in me, Gyu,â you sigh, your salacious moans bouncing off the walls as he flips you around.Â
Ass in the air, he gives the supple skin a sharp slap and you shriek. But it feels so good, the sting of his large palm hitting you hard. He can see how much youâre enjoying it, kneading your full mounds as his head fills with thoughts of fucking you in this position.Â
âPlease just fuck me already, I wanna feel you inside me.â Youâre weeping now, face smushed into the pillow.Â
âYou sure youâre ready?â he asks you, pulling you by your hips till your back is arched.Â
The neediness inside you is at its highest point, and you canât seem to form any words as you feel his fingers glide against your soaked hole. Moans canât stop leaving your lips and youâre already sensitive from your first orgasm.Â
Placing a pillow under your stomach, he continues to manhandle you into the position he wants you in. Face down, ass up, your legs are spread, and your wet entrance is all ready for him. Mingyu grabs his hard cock, stroking it a few times before spitting on your cunt, and you jolt at the hot liquid hitting your folds.Â
âFuck, youâre tight, I shouldâve prepped you more,â Mingyu groans, his length slowly forcing its way past your entrance.Â
The air is knocked out of your lungs as you feel him starting to fill you. The stretch is agonizing but the burn sends tingles of pleasure up your spine. It felt so fucking good having him inside you like this, your mind full of nothing but the shape of his cock.Â
âI want it hard, fuck me hard,â you tell him, your voice shaking as he continues to enter you.Â
âOkay baby, but just know I wonât be gentle anymore,â he warns you and maybe you shouldnât have been so eager, but that primal part in you just wanted him so bad.Â
Once he has himself fully sheathed in your heat, he pulls back until only the tip is left. You gasp at the sudden empty feeling, but you're quickly silenced when he dives back in. His hips slapping against your ass, his balls hitting your clit. Mingyuâs stamina is insanely high as he continues to thrust in and out of you.Â
âFuck, youâre so big, I-I canât!â you cry out, your screams picking up in pitch till you're moaning like a porn star.Â
âSo fucking tight, baby youâre driving me crazy,â Mingyu continues to grunt, his movements not slowing down for even a second.Â
His hands move to grip your hips tightly, he stops for a split second to stop his thrusts. You thought you were going to be able to catch your breath. But he just keeps surprising you. The hands that he placed on your hips tighten and he moves you up and down on his cock while he stays still. Using you like his personal sex doll, but fuck, it felt amazing. You love that heâs using you, placing your body in whatever position he wants to chase his own pleasure.Â
âYouâre so perfect, I could fuck this pussy till Iâm empty,â he mutters, watching his dick disappear inside you.Â
There's a white ring of arousal around the base of his length, and his mind goes blank. All he can do is continue to bounce you up and down his member till he can feel himself start to twitch inside you.Â
âIâm gonna cum, baby you feel so good inside me,â you scream for him, loving the way the ridges of your walls continue to suck him up, your orgasm hitting you once again,
There's something so nasty about him using your body, and youâre enjoying all of it. You love how heâs just taking what he wants, yet he still knows how to make you cum. Your pussy is swollen from the beating itâs taking, but you want more. You want him to keep going till he has nothing left to give you.Â
The feeling of Mingyu twitching inside your walls indicates that heâs close, and you continue to clench around him. Wanting to milk him of his seed, wanting to feel his cum hit your cervix and breed you.Â
âGonna cum inside you, okay baby?â he warns you before stilling his movements.Â
His cock twitches again till you feel his hot white cum spurt inside your walls, flooding your cunt with his seed. Mingyu groans, watching the liquid fill you and breach past your tight hole till it gushes out. The sight is so unholy, so sinful but he canât just stop there. No, he wonât stop till youâre stuffed properly.Â
âM-mingyu, baby,â you whine, your body flopping onto the mattress as he lets you go.Â
Your legs turn to jelly as you shake from how hard you came, your breathing labored. He turns you around so you're splayed out for him, prying your legs open to watch his cum fall out of your pussy in thick globs. Itâs so mesmerizing, hypnotizing, he wants to see more of it. To fill you with more of his seed.Â
âWeâre not done,â he smiles as you cheekily and you laugh.Â
âYou want more after all of that?â you question him, your breathing still harsh from the previous round.Â
âBaby, after all of that, I donât think I can stop,â he mutters against your lips, and you nod, agreeing with his statement.Â
He switches your positions, his back against the headboard while you sit on his lap. The refractory period doesn't seem to exist with Mingyu because his erection is standing proudly in front of you.Â
âYou wanna go again?â he asks you, one hand on your hip as the other rubs his cock as it glistens with a mixture of both of your arousals.Â
âI want you to use me till you canât anymore,â you lean over, whispering in his ear.Â
âCareful, you might regret that later,â he mutters, a hand around your neck as he halts your movements.
Pulling him into a heated kiss, you position his length against your entrance, lifting your body till you can fully sink down on him. Even after the first round, your pussy still canât get used to the stretch that his cock gives you. It's a delicious feeling, his length is so long and thick you can feel it in your stomach.Â
âAh!â you cry out, your head thrown back as you stabilize yourself by holding onto his shoulders.Â
Mingyu moans back, mesmerized by the view of your tits bouncing up and down in front of his face. His cock disappeared inside you once more, the sight making him feral, hungry to see you filled to the brim with his semen.Â
Your orgasm comes around faster this time and your walls convulse around him once more. The heat, the wetness, the silky feeling of your cunt makes Mingyu go delirious, thoughts only filled with you and you only. Stilling your hips, his own high follows yours shortly after, his cum hitting your insides till it covers his softening member all over again.Â
You let out a puff of breath, leaning into his chest as your face rested in the crook of his neck. Mingyu rubs your back soothingly, his dick going soft and falling out of your entrance. Whimpering at the loss of him being inside you, you hold him tighter. The feelings of exhaustion are finally catching up to you, but you know youâll have to clean up soon enough.Â
âYou know I love you, right?â he reminds you as he lifts you up and off the bed to head to the shower. You can only nod, your mind and body too tired to respond.Â
Setting you on the counter, his back turns away from you while he prepares your bath, getting the water warm for you. You notice the large dragon tattoo that coils along his skin. It surprises you that you havenât noticed it before, but the black ink on him is undeniably sexy.Â
Once the water is warm enough, he carries you to the shower before cleaning you up properly. You love that heâs back to his soft and kind self, and it makes you fall for him even harder. The hard sex was so good but whatâs important to you is the fact that heâs so keen on taking care of you after.Â
Mingyuâs hand snakes around your waist as your head lays against his shoulder, pressing lazy kisses while you whisper words of gratitude.Â
âThank you, I love you too,â you mumble, adorning him with pecks along his warm tan skin.Â
epilogue.Â
âThis whole fucking time,â Seungkwan stares at you with wide eyes, âI fucking KNEW it.âÂ
You scoff at him, he just had to be right about everything and it annoys you, but here you are again, in his home for drinks and dessert.Â
âSure you did, Kwannie,â you sigh, patting his shoulder.Â
âI swear I did! Right, babe? They were suspicious from the start,â he continues to argue, roping in Vernon who gives him a shrug of his shoulders before returning his attention to his phone.Â
It was time for you and Mingyu to break the news about your fake relationship with everyone. You felt bad for deceiving people, and now that you two were actually in love, it just felt right to put the fake marriage thing in the past.Â
âPlease, we werenât that obvious,â you defend, not wanting to give Seungkwan the bragging rights to actually be right this whole time.Â
Seungkwan just rolls his eyes at you before taking a sip of his wine. He didnât feel like arguing with you anymore, heâs just happy that his suspicions have been correct this whole time.Â
âDoes this mean youâre going to leave soon?â He looks at you with desperate eyes, taking your hands in his.Â
âWell, weâve talked about it, and Mingyu and I have decided to stay,â you smile at him from where he sits across the room, talking about something unimportant with Jeonghan and Val. âSo donât worry, Iâll still be your neighbour. Bridgewater actually seems like the perfect place for us right now.âÂ
âOh thank god! I donât think I could live happily ever again if you moved away, Y/nie.â He pulls you into a hug, and you canât help but laugh at his dramatics.Â
Seungkwan may have started as a pestering neighbour, but you canât help but feel grateful towards him. If it werenât for his annoying attitude, you and Mingyu probably wouldnât have tried so hard to pretend to be in love. You could say that Seungkwan was one the biggest reasons why you and Mingyu fell so hard for each other in the first place.Â
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A few days after solidifying your relationship with Mingyu, you two decided that it wouldnât be too bad to stay here after all. Seungcheol was sentenced guilty during trial and Jihoon informed you that there's no more reason for you to be put into witness protection. Everything just seemed like it was all falling into place, and youâre happier than you have been in so long.Â
Even Norbert has finally warmed up to Mingyu. Sometimes when your work day is over, youâll spot them cuddling on the couch and watching Bluey together. He always talks to Norbert, asking him questions even though the cat canât answer. It warms your heart knowing that the two beings that healed you from a worldâs worth of hurt can get along. They both came into your life when you needed it most, and every day you're thankful that youâre surrounded by so much love.Â
âWatching Bluey without me?â you ask out loud, your arms crossed as you pretend to be mad.Â
âBaby! Youâre done!â Mingyu practically flies off the couch to capture you in a bone-crushing hug.Â
âYou know you can come into my office when Iâm working,â you laugh as you rub his back, savouring the feeling of his large and muscular arms holding you.Â
âI know but I donât want to distract you, even Norbert doesn't go in,â he mumbles, inhaling your scent as if he didnât wake up beside you that very morning.Â
âYouâre silly, Mingyu,â you laugh, kissing his cheek.Â
He blushes like a schoolgirl before giving you the biggest grin known to man. His eyes sparkling against the living room lighting, you can tell heâs head over heels for you. Mingyu isnât afraid to show affection or to be vulnerable, he just wants to be with you, no matter how good or bad things get.Â
âCanât I just be happy my wife is off work?â He sighs lovingly, brushing your hair through his fingers, refusing to let you go.Â
You roll your eyes at how cheesy he is, but he knows that you secretly love it. Especially since you act the same way with him whenever he goes out to run errands or when he tends to the garden.Â
âYour wife is hungry and tired, can we make more kimchi pancakes please?â you ask with puppy dog eyes.Â
Mingyu laughs at you before kissing your forehead, âAnything for the love of my life.âÂ
Blushing at his words, you follow him into the kitchen to make the kimchi pancakes you had asked for. Putting on his pink ruffle apron, he gets down to business, always wanting to cook the best food for you.Â
Mingyu is satisfied knowing that heâs able to give you the life that you deserve. To love you on sunny days and even on rainy days. Heâs never felt a love that was this secure, and heâs grateful that you feel the same way.Â
As you watch Mingyu cook, you think back to the first day you moved to Bridgewater. You misjudged him that first day and youâre so glad that he proved you wrong. He has been nothing but amazing since then. Heâs patient, and kind, and he loves you even when youâre irritated or in a bad mood. For someone who used to be a part of the mafia, you would expect him to be rough around the edges, and intimidating, but heâs the complete opposite. Heâs the perfect house husband.Â
end.Â
đ„ a/n: you've reached the end of my hubbygyu fic! thank you for reading and please leave an ask or comment if you've enjoyed this story :)! but wait... there's more! this story will become a series that takes inspiration from the anime ( the way of the house husband) so please look forward to seeing more of wifey y/n and hubby gyu! thank you again âĄ.
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đłđđŸ đ¶đșđ đđż đłđđŸ đ§đđđđŸ đ§đđđ»đșđđœ (Teaser)
đ„ pairing: kim mingyu x reader
đ„ wordcount: ~15k+ (this teaser: 599)
đ„ genre: fake marriage au!, fluff, angst, smut (18+ mdni)
đ„ reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated âĄ! tumblr is based on reblogs not likes, and they help writers like me to get better reach. thank you!
đ„ summary: you and mingyu (a former mafia member and also your ex-fiancĂš's former best friend) are forced into witness protection. All youâve been told is that youâre meant to act like a happily married couple. Pushed into a cookie cutter house, and a suburban neighbourhood far from the city, where people bring you baked goods on your first day and partake in small talk, itâs all foreign and new. Thereâs so many things you donât know about him, but for a man whoâs only known violence and all things illegal, heâs somehow the perfect house husband.
đ„ tags: fake relationship/marriage!au, non-idol!au, mafia!au, afab!reader, norbert is readers cat (more tags when the fic is posted)
đ„ release date: may 14 or 15, 2024
đ„ author's note: if i end up posting after the predicted dates plz do not crucify me đ ik a lot of people have been waiting for this one so i'd thought i post a teaser since i have 2-3 chapters left till its finally finished. thank you to all of those who sent in their ideas and to those who've shown so much interest in this story :") i really hope it lives up to your expectations!! see u soonest - anna ⥠!!!!
The first few days at the new house were uneventful and awkward to say the least.
Mingyu spent the majority of his time doing random housework, he thought that if he had to live here for a year, then he should at least try and make it as âhomely" as possible.Â
Many of the women in the neighbourhood had deemed Mingyu as their new eye-candy. Despite the fact that he wore his pink shibu inu apron while tending to the garden at the front of the house. They would especially make sure to take multiple laps around the block during their group walks, drooling over his toned muscles as he began to plant an array of flowers on the lawn.Â
Mingyu isnât very observant when it comes to people finding him attractive, believe it or not. He automatically assumes that the wives of Bridgewater just wanted to get to know the new couple that just moved in.Â
âWhat a beautiful garden you have!â one of the wives called out from the sidewalk, her eyes glinting with appeal.Â
âThank you, Itâs not done just yet, but I think weâre finally getting somewhere,â Mingyu smiles bashfully.Â
âOf course dear. You know if youâre ever free you should come and take a look at my garden,â another lady giggles, her innuendo flying right over Mingyuâs head.
The group of fourty plus year old women all giggle like school girls as they watch his face turn red with flattery. Mingyu scratches the back of his head awkwardly as they bid him good-bye, curious as to what they group of women thought was so funny about him taking a look at their gardens. Itâs all just a bunch of flowers isnât it?Â
The sound of your carâs engine brings Mingyu out of his thoughts, his gardening tools forgotten by the piles of dirt he left. You lug Nortbertâs carrier as you walk into the house, acknowledging his presence with a small nod. His pink aprons raises a few questions in your head, but you decide not to comment on it.Â
âOh hey youâre back, is he ok?â Mingyu asks, motioning to the carrier you hold in your hand.Â
Halting your steps, your eyes widen as you realize that heâs talking to you, there wasnât much conversation between the two of you since youâve moved in. so you found it a little surprising that heâs asking about Norbert, the cat who tends to show lots of aggression towards him.Â
âMorning. Heâs ok, I just took him for his check up at the vet,â you shrug before entering the house.Â
You leave the conversation there. There wasnât much else to say anyways, and you had a lot of work to get to before the end of the day. If Mingyu feels a little bit ignored by your actions, he doesnât make it noticeable, going back to working on his garden.Â
From across the yard, neither you of Mingyu notice Seungkwanâs looming figure as he and Vernon enjoy the Friday morning sun. He watches the two of you from his porch with a quirked eyebrow. Theyâre awfully awkward for newly weds, he thinks to himself.Â
âNonie, donât you think theyâre a little weird?â Seungkwan nudges his boyfriend, whoâs mumbling to himself while Vernon reads his book.Â
Vernon quirks up, moving his headphones a little to hear what his boyfriend has to say, âhuh? Sorry I was reading, whatâd you say?âÂ
âNothing, go back to your book love,â Seungkwan mumbles, his eyes still darting back and forth from your descending figure and Mingyu, his suspicions spiking once more.
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Cross My Heart | KMG
Pairing: Mingyu x GNReader (afab)
Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plot, friends to lovers (?), non-idol!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: pussy drunk mingyu, late night texting, biting/marking, fingering, lots of flirting, lots of teasing, grinding/dry humping, dirty talk, cunnilingus, face sitting, come eating, hand job, mingyu's a messy boy, OC is needy and mingyu loves it, mingyu has maybe the tiniest bit of a praise kink, use of pet names - pretty, mingyu requests death by pussy
Word Count: 5.2k
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I donât own SVT - they just inspire me
Summary: Your crush Mingyu wants (to eat) you.
Text Prompt:
You: I canât stand you
Mingyu: Then sit on my face
A/N: Hiiiii I'm writing for svt now and I'm starting with Mingyu because he's driving me insane. This is actually the first in a planned series of 13 svt fics based on text prompts. I'm fully in my self-indulgent era, so this is for everyone who, like me, needs some munch 'Gyu right about now đ
Unbeta'd as usual. If you like this and want more svt fics from me, please let me know! I'd love to hear what you think (but please be kind I'm fragile đ„ș) đ
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Itâs finally here. After months of planning, you and your friends have flown halfway around the world for a week of vacation. The six of you arrived just a few hours ago, and after the long flight, the long wait at the airport for your luggage, and the long drive to the hotel, youâre exhausted.Â
Well, mentally youâre worn out, at least. Your body? Is still on your old timezone, where itâs currently tomorrow morning. So it thinks that you need to be awake, even though itâs night where you are. You had stayed awake the entire flight here in order to avoid this very problem.Â
Fucking jet lag got you anyway.
Unlike you, Seungcheol and Vernon are having no issue sleeping. The three of you are sharing one room, while Minghao, Wonwoo, and Mingyu are sharing another. You glance over at the two lumps tucked in their beds, snoring away like you would be if your body wasnât so confused.
Because youâre trying to be a good friend and let them sleep, youâre lying on your bed, scrolling lazily through your various social media apps. You could watch something, but you donât really have the focus right now. Yet you want something pleasing to look at. Something to mindlessly enjoy while you wait for exhaustion to overwhelm you.Â
So, naturally, you turn to your favorite nightly pastime - scrolling through your social media apps, looking for any new posts from Mingyu.
Itâs an addiction, borne out of your raging crush on your friend. Well, really, heâs Minghaoâs friend, you donât know him as well as you do the others, but still. Youâre friendly enough around each other. Which is because Mingyu is so nice, such a sweet and funny guy who always makes you feel more than welcome whenever heâs around.Â
Heâs also a blatant flirt. At first, his cocky smiles and playful words made you think he might be interested in more than just being your friend, but it wasnât long before you realized heâs like that with everyone. So you tamped down the hope that burned in your chest, leaving only a simmering crush to smolder forever.
Itâs morning back home, where most of your friends have barely started their days, so your feed is fairly dead. There are a few photos from Wonwoo from the flight, including one of Minghao sleeping with his mouth open that you immediately save to your favorites, a couple from Vernon, and, of course, several from Mingyu. You tap into his page.
Mingyuâs an avid photographer, particularly of beautiful things - breathtaking landscapes, delicious meals, himself. Mostly himself, to be honest. Not that youâre complaining. Itâs maybe the most mutually beneficial relationship youâve ever been in. Mingyu loves to provide pictures of himself. You love to admire them. A win-win all around.Â
You tap back to home and refresh your feed. A new post appears, from Mingyu. The jet lag must be getting to him, too, if heâs awake and posting right now. The photo is another selfie, this time of him lying in bed, one arm resting behind his head, showing off a perfectly sculpted bicep. God. Could he be more gorgeous?Â
Clicking into his page again, you rub your thumb over the screen to make his photos flip by in an endless parade of hot Mingyus. Itâs ridiculous, you muse, watching picture after picture roll by, to think about how much time Mingyu must spend on these photos. Making sure heâs got the perfect lighting to bounce off his muscles just right in those gym selfies. Or figuring out the best angle to show off that sharp jawline of his. Just ridiculous. And yet, every second isnât spent in vain, considering how the photos drew you in like shiny trinkets to your magpie eye.Â
It would be so easy to think of Mingyu as a modern day Narcissus, endlessly snapping selfies, drowning in his own reflection on his phone. But heâs never struck you as conceited. Itâs something else - a desire for connection, perhaps. A need for-
A tiny heart floats up your screen and you gasp. Shit. You just liked the post the scroll stopped on - one of his many gym selfies, frame zoomed in on his torso, his hand clutching the bottom of his shirt to show off his rippling abs.
Your eye drifts to the date of the photo. Posted eight months ago.Â
Quick as lightning, you hit the screen again, shattering the little heart icon. Your pulse is beating too fast. Thereâs no need to panic. He couldnât have seen that. Maybe youâre overreacting, but no one needs to know youâre lurking in his profile in the middle of the night, especially not him.Â
A notification drops down over Mingyuâs face. A message.
Mingyu: Someoneâs up late.Â
Ah, damn. You were too slow. And now heâs in your DMs.Â
After taking a moment to shriek quietly into your pillow, you write back.Â
You: Canât sleep
Mingyu: Same. Jet lagâs got me fucked up
Mingyu: You know what always helps when I canât sleep?
You: What?
Mingyu: Creeping through someoneâs old photos
Even though heâs not here looking at you, your neck flames with embarrassment anyway. You could play it cool. If only you knew how to do that.Â
You: Shut up
Mingyu: Itâs ok, Iâm flattered
You: Oh fuck off
Mingyu: No really, I am
Mingyu: I like that you want me so bad
Pressing your mouth firmly into your pillow, you swallow another screech. Here we go. Right into the flirting. You canât handle this right now.
You: Idk what youâre talking about
You:Â It was an accident
Mingyu: Oh you were accidentally admiring me?Â
You: How did you even notice? Are you just staring at your phone, waiting for attention?
Mingyu: I mean yeah
You snort.Â
You: Youâre ridiculous
Mingyu: Maybe. But Iâm honest about it
You: Iâll give you that
A few seconds go by, then a minute, then two. Maybe youâre boring him. Maybe heâs found something else to entertain him. Or someone else.
When the next notification comes in, you jolt a little.Â
Mingyu: What else will you give me?
And now your heart does a funny jump as you stare at his words. God, what a question. How you wish he were asking for real, and not just being playful, like he always is.Â
Would it be too real to reply with the truth? âWhatever you want?â
You: I donât know
You: What do you want?
Mingyu: What if I say you?
Suddenly you donât understand words.
You: Why would you say that?
Mingyu: Because itâs my answer
Mingyu: Iâm being honest again
You: Thatâs the jet lag talking
Mingyu: Oh come on
Mingyu: You really donât know?
You: Know what??
Mingyu: How I feel about you
Is he being serious right now??
You: If this is a joke I donât get it
Mingyu: Not a joke
Mingyu: Hold on
The notification icon on your app suddenly lights up. One heart. Two. Three four five. You open your notifications and immediately start laughing. Mingyuâs going through your oldest photos and liking them, one by one.Â
Mingyu: See? Iâm obsessed with you
Seungcheol grunts in his sleep, and you press your arm harder over your mouth, trying to muffle yourself better.
You: Youâre so annoying, oh my god
Mingyu: So annoying that you canât stop looking at my photos at 1 am?
Mingyu: Or flirting with me?
You: Is that whatâs happening? Are we flirting?
Mingyu: Ok donât act like you donât know
Mingyu: I flirt with you all the time
You: You flirt with EVERYONE all the time
Mingyu: Yeah but I only mean it with you
Like any other time this happens, any time his words make your head spin, you put on the brakes, stopping before you start to believe you might have a chance.Â
You: Youâre so dumb
Mingyu: Are you really going to pretend youâre not enjoying this?
You: Who said Iâm pretending?
Mingyu: Me. I know youâre loving this
Mingyu: Because you want me soooooo bad
You: Shut uppppp
Mingyu: Go on, yell at me
Mingyu: Youâre cute when youâre mad
You: No really
You: I canât stand you
Mingyu: Then sit on my face
Your mouth falls open, an amused huff of air escaping in a befuddled laugh at his unexpected response.Â
You: What?
Mingyu: Come shut me up. Sit on my face.
Youâre blinking so hard, you can hear your eyelids clapping together.
You: Fuck off. Stop playing.Â
Mingyu: Whoâs playing? Iâm serious
Mingyu: Smother me with those gorgeous thighs of yours. Iâll go out a happy man.Â
Your gorgeous thighs? Heâs never said anything like that before. What the fuck is happening.
You canât help but picture it - him lying on his bed, you kneeling over him, fingers tangled in his dark hair as you ride that pouty little mouth of his. Itâs not the first time youâve fantasized about it, but itâs the first time the vision has felt⊠possible.Â
Mingyu: No response? Youâre just gonna leave me hanging like this?
You: Donât tease me
Mingyu: Trust me, there are a million ways Iâd love to tease you, but this isnât one
You lay down again, rolling onto your side, curling in on yourself, like youâre trying to contain all the excitement rushing through your veins, keep it from spilling out and over into the room where your friends are still sleeping. Â
You: Youâre really serious?
Mingyu: Cross my heart and hope to die
Mingyu: Between your legs
Again you laugh.
You: Youâre such an idiot
Mingyu: Does that mean youâre not coming over?
You: Like right now??
Mingyu: Why not?Â
Mingyu: Wonwoo and Minghao both slept on the plane. They went out exploring
Mingyu: Iâve got the room to myself
You bite your lip, a little harder than you normally would, the sharp sting confirming that you are not dreaming and this is, in actual fact, happening right now.Â
You: I guess if Iâm not sleeping anytime soon
In the dim light from your phone, you eye the path to the door. You can easily make it out of the room without waking anyone. Should you so decide.Â
You: I could come over
Mingyu: I promise Iâll make it so good for you
Mingyu: Eat that pussy like you deserve. Make you cum on my tongue over and over
You inhale sharply. Heâs definitely never talked about your pussy like that before. Reading his words has you positively throbbing.
Mingyu: Please, just let me taste you
What else is there to say to that but -Â Â
You: Iâm coming over
Itâs a short walk to Mingyuâs room. A rush of anticipation hits you as you raise your hand to knock. It doesnât take long for the door to open, bringing you face to face with the man whose social media you canât stop stalking. Mingyuâs shirtless, grey sweatpants hanging alarmingly low on his hips, and if you werenât already planning on crushing him with your thighs, this insta thirst trap of an outfit would push you right over the edge.Â
âThat was fast,â he laughs, stepping aside to let you in. âDid you run down the hall?âÂ
âI thought I told you to shut up,â you shoot back.Â
âAnd I thought I told you to make me,â he smirks, reaching for you at the same time you reach for him, practically mashing his teeth against your lips as he pulls you in for a kiss. Despite what he just said, heâs kissing you, too eager to wait for you to do what he demands.Â
Itâs rough and messy, all teeth and tongue, both of you doing your fair share to keep the other silent. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say speechless, because Mingyuâs definitely not being quiet, moaning into your mouth, and youâre certainly whining loud enough for the other rooms to hear you.
He presses you back into the door, chest to chest, hip to hip. You tilt your head and he follows, chasing your mouth, as if heâs needing another taste. Your hands roam over his biceps, his shoulders, his neck, covering every inch of warm skin thatâs exposed, and he slips his arms around your waist, holding you impossibly tight. Not for one second do your lips part. This is the type of kiss youâve always read about in your favorite stories - the one that makes your knees weak, makes your head float, makes you forget everything but Mingyu.Â
Itâs delicious. Itâs amazing. Itâs every superlative you can think of. But itâs not enough. You want more. Part of you wants to tell him to get on with it, take you to bed, because youâre here to make him eat his words by eating you, but the other part isnât about to quit kissing him any time soon.Â
Thankfully, Mingyu takes care of your dilemma by eliminating the choice. Without warning, he bends his knees and lifts you, big hands secure on your thighs to hold you close to him. Okay, now itâs like one of your stories, the way he lifts you like youâre lighter than air. Youâd swoon if you werenât so busy licking into his lips. All that time in the gym is really paying off
He carries you to his bed, displaying his impressive thigh strength by slowly lowering himself into a sitting position, bringing you into his lap. You loop your arms around his shoulders, desperately seeking his mouth, as if the 0.2 seconds between kisses might kill you, which, honestly, it feels like it might, and youâve never been in this situation before, making out with the man of your dreams, so for all you know, it will, so why risk it?Â
âStop me if Iâm going too fast,â he says between kisses.Â
âYou can go as fast as you want,â you reply, without even a secondâs pause. âJust donât stop.âÂ
âDamn, and here I was worried I was coming off too excited,â he grins, face lighting up in delight. Then he kisses your cheek, whispering against your skin at your offended huff. âItâs okay, I like how needy you are for me.â
âShut up,â you groan, but you know he felt the way you shuddered, so you give up the weak protests and start kissing him again, twisting your fingers in his hair to keep him close.Â
Mingyu finally stops laughing when you take his bottom lip between your own, sucking and licking at the plump skin. With a groan, he digs his fingers into your sides, and he starts to guide you back and forth, rolling you over the eye-catching bulge in his sweatpants. Itâs a sight that makes you clench, thinking about how much you want to sit on it now, just pull him out and ride, too needy to feel him inside you to even take your clothes off.
But again, you want more. You want what heâd promised earlier. Â
He nips his way down your throat until his mouth latches at the base of your neck, sucking and biting, and you whimper, squirming in his hold. â
âGyu, please!â
âPlease what?âÂ
He doesnât lift his head, too absorbed in sinking his vampire-like canines into your soft skin, not sharp enough to pierce, just hard enough that you know youâll have bruises blooming there tomorrow, little souvenirs of this moment.Â
Please everything, you think. You want it all, whatever heâs willing to give, youâll take. Youâre feeling greedy as fuck right now.Â
âI want what you promised me.âÂ
âHold on,â he intones seriously, right before laving his tongue over a fresh mark. âLet a man at deathâs door enjoy his last moments.âÂ
âOh my god, youâre so stupid,â you groan, grabbing his face and smashing your lips together. Heâs just - just such an idiot, such a stupid sexy idiot and you want him more than youâve ever wanted anything in your life.
âFine,â he says after a few minutes of frantic making out, a cheeky grin spreading across his face, hands circling around your ass, squeezing as he pulls you closer. âTime for my last meal.âÂ
He kisses away your embarrassingly pleased moan, and then he maneuvers the two of you around so heâs lying on the bed on his back and youâre straddling him. As he watches with rapt attention, you peel off your shirt. Since youâd been dressed for bed, you hadnât bothered to throw on a bra. Judging from Mingyuâs expression, you made the right call. Â
âPretty,â he breathes out, wide eyes finding yours, and you have to take a beat, have to take a moment to sit and let the reality of the situation wash over you. The two of you are here, together, in this hotel room half a world away from home. Both wanting this. Itâs clear to you now just how eager Mingyuâs been since you walked in. He wasnât lying - he wants you just as much as you want him.Â
With this new understanding, you stand up to slide your shorts and panties off in one go, before straddling him again, and lowering yourself for another kiss. Immediately, his arms are around you, gliding down your back, all the way to your bare ass, taking the biggest handfuls he can.Â
âYou drive me insane. So pretty, so hot.âÂ
Mingyuâs words kick the simmering heat in your gut into a full blown fire. You moan into his kiss, grinding yourself against him. One of his hands grips your side, helping you chase the friction, while the other slips between your bodies. When his fingers brush your inner thigh, he lets out a strangled groan. âOh fuck, youâre so wet.â Â
âYour fault,â you gasp, lips fervently pressing against his, licking at the seam of his mouth until he allows you in, so you can roll your tongue over his like you roll your hips.Â
âThen allow me to make it up to you,â he grins, long fingers cupping your mound, trapping the heat there in his palm as he rubs it against you. You keen, thighs already twitching. Youâre going to lose your mind before you even get to his face.Â
Youâre not alone in that feeling, as he suddenly reaches for your thighs, urging you to crawl up his body. âGet up here, please,â he begs, flat out begs you, and you slide forward as fast as you can. You need his mouth, right now.
Hovering over him is a little surreal - MIngyuâs big brown eyes are gazing up at you in a perfect replication of your favorite daydream, only itâs so much better than youâd ever imagined, because the expression he wears is one of complete awe, like heâs the one living out his fantasy. Again you feel bold, so you run your fingers through his hair, nails lightly scraping over his scalp. He moans quietly, low in his throat, like heâs trying to hold it in, and your mouth quirks in a half smile as you kneel.Â
âNice knowing you, âGyu.âÂ
He hums a happy note, lips vibrating lightly just as your cunt reaches them, and you moan quietly. You donât settle all the way down, because as much as you were playing along with this whole death-by-pussy dream of his, you are slightly worried that you might actually suffocate him, if not because of your weight than because of your dire need, that you might get too lost in the aching desire thatâs building inside you, spurred on by the way heâs brushing the lower half of his face and down your folds, just breathing you in, teasing you with his touches but not giving you what you so desperately want.Â
ââGyu,â you whine, tilting your pelvis forward, to catch his tongue as he traces your inner thigh, leaving a trail of saliva behind. He blows a puff of air across the wetness, sending goosebumps running at the cooling sensation.Â
When you try to shift again, heâs quick to wrap his hands up around your hips, holding you still. Not hard enough to hurt, but strong enough to let you know - heâs in charge now.Â
âStay still, pretty,â he murmurs, tenderly pressing a kiss into your skin. âDonât worry, Iâll keep my promise. Cross my heart, remember?âÂ
With that reminder, he pulls you down further onto his face. His tongue slides into you, nose bumping your clit, and you whimper, hands flailing at your sides, seeking something to cling to, finding nothing but the warm air around you. The pressure on the sensitive bud combining with the wet hot muscle plunging between your slick folds is overwhelming in the best way.
ââGyu, oh, thatâs so good!â Â
Mingyu nods his head vigorously, nudging his nose around, letting his tongue drag up and down your slit. It almost feels like heâs agreeing with you, backed up by the way he grunts brokenly, this deep rumble in his chest that gets strangled halfway through his throat.Â
Youâre not sure at what point you start thrust your hips. Mingyu helps you find the right pace, big hands guiding you forward and back, forward and back, until you feel the rhythm all the way from your ears to your toes.Â
As his mouth slides up to suckle on your clit, his left hand also snakes upwards, cupping your right breast, thumb rolling over your puckered nipple. You shudder, nerves sizzling like power lines, lit up by his every touch.
ââGyuâŠâ Mingyuâs mouth pulls another whine from you. You glance down, catching the furrow in his brow, the sweat dripping down his temples. âOh my god.âÂ
âMmmmphf,â Mingyu agrees, or so you assume, unable to understand anything he might be mumbling into you. A particularly sharp suck on your pulsating clit makes your back arch, and Mingyuâs hand falls from your chest, disappearing behind you.Â
The sudden rustling of fabric draws your attention. You glance over your shoulder, only to whimper when you catch sight of Mingyuâs hand stroking his erection, band of his sweatpants hastily shoved down, stiff cock so flushed it brings a matching heat to your neck.Â
If you were more limber, youâd reach for him, give him a helping hand, but you canât stay twisted around for long, not when Mingyuâs tongue makes you refocus on his mouth. Itâs too difficult to think about anything else right now but the way he keeps plunging inside you, using the thick muscle to fuck you shallowly.Â
You canât stop mewling like a cat in heat, rutting back and forth over Mingyuâs tongue. Even in your daze, it doesnât escape your attention that Mingyuâs absolutely pussy drunk at this point, depraved moans buzzing endlessly against your most sensitive spots because he refuses to detach his mouth from you long enough to let them escape. Every muffled note reverberates deep in your core, joins the tense chord thatâs building inside you to a crescendo.Â
ââGyu, please.âÂ
At the sound of your plea, Mingyu stops stroking himself, bringing his hand around to find your clit, middle finger drawing circles around and around and around.Â
When you double over, hands sinking into the plush bedding on either side of Mingyuâs head, he grunts, tipping his head to the side so he can speak. âYou okay?âÂ
âFuck, Mingyu, âm good,â you giggle, suddenly hit by a burst of glee, perhaps due to the lack of oxygen in your head, since all the blood in your body is concentrated in your clit right now. âIâm having an amazing night.âÂ
Mingyu hums again, sounding very pleased, and you meet his gaze, and suddenly you wish his phone was nearby, so you could snap a photo, because this look - hair mussed and clinging to his forehead, pupils blown, nose to chin coated in your glistening wetness - this is a look worth capturing.
âYeah, me too,â he says, chest heaving as he catches his breath, and the sincerity in his voice steals your own away. If you had any nerve, youâd confess something right now, something you werenât planning on telling him tonight or tomorrow or maybe ever. But you keep silent, only breathing a tiny exhale of surprise as he slides out from under you, and nudges you onto your back.
Mingyu folds you in half easily, because youâre giving no resistance, letting him shape you the way he desires, and then his mouth is on you again. Now that he's lying facedown between your legs, heâs able to get some much-desired friction without using his hands, grinding his neglected cock into the bed as he concentrates on you.Â
His tongue glides over your throbbing nub again, and then his right hand ghosts over your slit. You whimper a soft âPlease,â and thatâs all he needs to slide his finger inside. The intrusion has you squirming, urging him silently to go deeper, and to your relief, he obliges. But he also locks his other arm over your legs, holding them so you canât keep bucking your hips up.Â
âI said, stay still,â he mumbles, with no anger or heat behind it, just amusement, laced with a slight tinge of cockiness. He knows heâs frustrating you, judging by the curl of his lips as he plunges his finger in and out slowly, way too slowly, teasing you with what you need most. You try to press your hips down onto his hand, to make him glide faster, but he just leans into you slightly, big arm stopping your movements.Â
Your whine is beyond petulant. âDonât tease me!âÂ
âPretty, I promise you, when I tease you, youâll know.âÂ
And then he adds his middle finger, curling both, pressing on the most sensitive spot on your inner wall. Over and over, his fingers flutter, massaging until starlight bursts behind your eyelids.Â
âItâll be something like this.âÂ
He withdraws his hand.
âGyuuuuuu.â
If he was slightly cocky earlier, heâs fully arrogant now, face breaking into a wide grin while he laughs. âWow, so whiny. You do want me bad.âÂ
âI swear to god if you dohhhhHHH-â
You break off in a moan when he lowers his face again, loudly lapping at your wetness. Clever fingers alternate between scissoring and stroking, following the changes in your breathing, and you hope that heâs close to being satiated, because youâre teetering on the edge of your climax, only the slightest bit more stimulation necessary to push you over.Â
âMingyu. Mingyu, Iâm gonna cum.â You open your eyes, raising your head enough to look at him, to watch with a dropped jaw as he buries his face in your cunt, his own eyes closed in ecstasy, and oh, thatâs it - âOh god, Iâm gonna cum!âÂ
Your warning cry - though clearly appreciated by Mingyu, who groans in answering refrain, hips humping the bed furiously - is ultimately unnecessary, given how hard your walls suddenly clench around his fingers. He doesnât stop his ministrations, fingerfucking you through your orgasm as your lower half trembles beneath his heavy arm. He holds you in place as best he can, sweetly kissing your clit, while you wail and writhe, pressing your palm into your mouth to keep your cries from waking the rooms around you.Â
Eventually your tremors slow, turning into occasional twitches, before your body finally relaxes. Mingyu continues to lap at you, every pass of his tongue getting lighter and lighter, until he lifts his head. Heâs the perfect image of lust, eyes dark and desirous, and you claw at his shoulders, needing him close again.Â
âKiss me.âÂ
He wipes his face with the back of his hand, smearing you over himself more as he rises up to meet you. His cock is hard between you, and you moan, knowing that you did that, that he got this turned on just from eating you out, and extend your fingers to wrap around him.
The unbidden sound he utters when you take his cock and slide it through your soaking folds, coating it in your wetness, is the filthiest sound youâve ever heard.
âCareful, pretty,â he pants, looking down at your hand. Under his close gaze, you circle the head of his cock before rubbing your thumb over and around the slit there. ââM close.âÂ
âWanna make you come, âGyu,â you tell him, and he hisses, hips bucking into your grip.Â
âFuck.â His long fingers cover yours, guiding you into a faster pace. âBut Iâm gonna make a mess.â
âDo it. Make a mess.â The need to make him completely fall apart takes possession of you, makes you say things youâve never said to anyone else. âCome all over me.âÂ
Mingyu whines, chin dropping to his chest. Heâs barely blinking as he stares at your entwined hands.Â
âPretty⊠donât say thatâŠ.â
âPlease, âGyu.â All shame has fled your body. âI want it.âÂ
No further encouragement is needed. Mingyu grunts a few times before heâs painting your stomach in so much white, in little drops and big splashes, doing exactly what you told him, eyes rolling back in his head as he does.
When his high abates, he sits back on his heels, gazing at the mess he created, all the sticky sweat and semen that covers your body. A delirious thought comes to you. Is the sight beautiful enough for him to want to take a picture?Â
âWow,â he murmurs after a moment, shaking his head. âYouâre even prettier when youâre covered in me.âÂ
His dead serious expression is enough to break the haze of lust hanging over you. You throw your arm over your face, too flustered to look at him. ââGyuuuuu!â
âChanged my mind, Iâm calling you âwhiny' from now on.â The bed shifts as Mingyu rises. He laughs all the way to and from the bathroom, laughs even harder when you glare at him, reaching for the towel he holds. He surprises you by nudging your hand away. âLet me.â Â
His touch is so gentle as he wipes away his mess, then your own. When youâre both clean enough, he lays on his side, draping his arm over you. âThink you can sleep now?âÂ
Oh, you can sleep. Youâre feeling satiated in a way you havenât for a long time, and now that the rush has worn off, you could knock right out. You should probably go back to your room, ride this calm wave right into sleep, not let yourself get too excited at the thought that this vacation might be the best one ever.
Instead, you grin, sliding your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. âYeah. But I donât want to.âÂ
âOh?â Mingyuâs smile mirrors yours. âWhat do you wanna do instead?âÂ
âI might have some ideas.âÂ
He lets you pull him down for a kiss, humming eagerly.
âTell me what you want, pre-â
A sharp rap on the door startles you both.
âDude, donât you dare!â Minghao hisses through the wood. âWeâve been out here forever!âÂ
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crossroads
đ starring. Kim Mingyu & Jeon Wonwoo x afab!Reader
đź preview. If one neighbour is a Doberman, then the other is a Golden Retriever. Theyâre like night and day, and yet, youâre drawn to both, as if some gravitational or celestial power is pulling you to them⊠it also helps that they both have motorcycles. How had it been so easy to ghost Wonwoo in the past, only to find yourself at a crossroads with his roommate seven months later?
tw/cw. Threesome, unprotected sex, multiple sex scenes, big dick Mingyu, creampie, oral (f/m receiving), blow job, deep throating, hand job, Eiffel tower/spit roasting, breast worship, nipple pinching, nipple licking, panty kink, eating pussy through panties, fingering, squirting, pussy stretching, praise, dirty talk, âsirâ, dom!Wonwoo, switch!mingyu, blindfold/sensory deprivation, voyeurism, listening to your neighbour have sex, masturbation, reader reads erotica, mutual masturbation, slight dacryphilia, blindfold/sensory deprivation, inklings of humiliation, etc⊠I pet names: (hers) angel, baby. (Mingyuâs) gyu. (Wonwooâs) sir.Â
đč rating.18+ explicit I wc. 19.8k
đ aus. Biker!meanie, booktok!reader, neighbours!au, etcâŠ
âïž mlist + an. This was not supposed to be this long. I donât know how this happened.Â
PrologueÂ
âWho keeps messaging you?â your cousin asks, trying to act nonchalant as he sips his margarita, but you can feel his eyes on you as you stare at your phone.
âThe Harley dude,â you sigh, quickly reading the text message.
âThe guy who missed your first date because he was napping?â Jeonghan nearly chokes on his drink, setting it down in favor of flashing you a judgemental look.
âYeah, the same guy who also tried to rebook our first date as a group ride night with all his friends,â you roll your own eyes at the stupidity of men. While the idea is fun, itâs not the way to get to know someone new.Â
Jeonghan lets out a low whistle. âSheesh.â
âYou can say that again.â You set your phone down, grabbing at your bellini, and relaxing against the patio chair, trying to soak up the sunshine in an effort to calm yourself.
âWell? What did he say?â your cousin presses.
âHe said his entire week is free if I want to meet up.â
âAnd what did you say?âÂ
âNothing.â You tip your head back, letting out a contented breath. âHe had two chances, Iâm not about to give him a third.â
âSummer is almost over,â Jeonghan points out. âI know you wanted to find some hot dude with a motorcycle and ride off into the sunset. Youâre getting low on time.â
âHonestly, Hannie? This Jeon guy is not worth it.â
One
After a long winter, itâs finally getting warm enough that you can open your apartment windows and enjoy the fresh air. Trees are beginning to blossom, birds are singing songs that act as white noise while you sit at your dining table completing the last few emails for your remote job.
As youâre finishing up your very last correspondence of the day, new noises join in with the robbins and wrens. These noises, however, are nowhere near as pleasant.
Thereâs a banging outside your door, a few thumps, and a distinctly male voice cursing.Â
Living in a fairly quiet apartment complex, these sorts of sounds arenât something youâre used to, and they can only mean one thing; your landlord finally found new tenants for the two-bedroom next door thatâs been vacant for over a month.Â
With a sigh, you close your laptop, wrapping your sweater tightly around your body as you venture toward your door. You canât help the curiosity bubbling inside of you, and after another deep breath, you decide to take a peak into the hallway beyond.
Two men are struggling to get a couch through the doorway into unit 317. You stay silent, watching the way one manâs biceps bulge with each maneuver. His hair is on the longer side, dark strands licking and curling at his throat, which is covered in a light sheen of sweat from the effort of moving.Â
âCome on Cheol, weâre almost there,â he encourages the man holding up the other end of the sofa.Â
âFuck you, Mingyu,â the other says, stepping back into the apartment and out of your view.
You wait patiently, and after a minute or so, the pretty man moves into the hallway again, giving you a full view of his face. He lets out a deep breath, shaking out his muscular arms- thatâs when his eyes meet yours, and you swear your heart skips a beat in your chest.
His mouth curves into a wide grin. âHi! Sorry if we bugged you with the noise- that couch was not making moving easy.â
âItâs okay,â you assure him quickly. âYou must be my new neighbours.â Your gaze shifts past him to the second man, who has appeared in the hallway too.
âNah- I mean, I am, but this is Cheol, heâs just a friend,â the pretty man tries to explain, stopping in front of you. He wipes his hand along his jean leg, then holds it out to you, âIâm Mingyu.â
You allow him to shake your hand. Despite his attempt to wipe some of the sweat away, his palm is still a little clammy, although, youâre shocked to find that the physical contact isnât unpleasant.Â
You tell him your name, watching Cheol trudge past you to the elevator. âSo if that guy isnât your roommate, who is?â
âMy buddy Wonwoo. Heâs actually visiting family in Korea right now, wonât be moving in till the end of the month.â
âI see,â you nod. âWell, welcome to the building.âÂ
âThanks,â Mingyu beams again. âIf all our neighbours are as friendly as you, I think weâll like it here.â
âIf Iâm being honest, weâre a quiet building, lots of us are kind of reclusive,â you try to explain, choosing your words carefully.Â
You hear Cheol let out a chuckle as he waits for the elevator, and you wonder what heâs found so funny.
âQuiet,â Mingyu repeats, letting out a breath. âNoted. Weâll do our best not to be a disruption.â
You want to believe him, but something in his grin tells you not to.Â
TwoÂ
Itâs been about a month and a half since Mingyu moved in. Youâve not seen him, or his roommate, although, you have heard them through your shared wall a few times. One of them - Wonwoo youâre guessing- is pretty into video games, because yelled lines like âIâm trying to revive you, dipshit!â and âstop fucking dying so much then!â have irritated you and interrupted your soft girl movie nights.Â
From what you can tell, Mingyuâs elusive friend who was visiting Korea is now sharing his bedroom wall with you, and at two AM on a Tuesday night, your suspicion is confirmed. You wake to noises that arenât gamer screams, theyâre screams of pleasure.Â
Muffled cries of âharder, daddy!â and âplease!â have your skin tingling as you shift under your duvet, feeling suddenly very hot.Â
As you lay there and listen to the sound of a headboard beginning to hit the wall, you try to decide if youâre annoyed, or horny. The tingling between your thighs, and the heat along your neck makes you think it might be a combination of both.
Part of you wants to bang your fist against the wall, but youâre much too shy to risk any sort of confrontation. Instead, you simply lay there, fighting the need to slip your hand down your sleeping shorts.
You figure the sex will be over soon, but five minutes stretches into fifteen. The womanâs cries have stopped, but the low thumping of a bedframe against the wall has only gotten more intense.Â
Youâre no stranger to kinky shit- youâre an avid reader of smut afterall, and being a voracious reader, your mind comes up with reasons why the girl may have stopped begging. Had Wonwoo put something in her mouth to shut her up? Panties perhapse? Or had he flipped her into doggy position, pressing a hand to the back of her head to force her face against the pillows?
If Mingyu had been hot, his best friend must be sexy too- guys like that travel in packs, and Cheol hadnât been bad on the eyes either. You imagine a faceless man, muscled and gorgeous, railing some girl not four feet away from you, with only a wall keeping you from seeing the perverse act. You feel dirty, like a voyeur, and youâre equal parts relieved and saddened when the noise finally stops.Â
You sit in silence, listening to your own heavy breaths for a few minutes, wondering if the sounds will pick up again.
They donât, and soon, youâre drifting off into a lusty sleep.
ThreeÂ
Youâve been awoken to the sounds of sex three times now. The idea of approaching the property manager to file a noise complaint has been on your mind, but you canât find it within yourself to make waves.
Due to all of this, when you finally bump into Mingyu in the buildingâs shared laundry room, you see it as the perfect chance to quietly resolve the issue without causing trouble.Â
Heâs dressed in gym shorts and a black muscle shirt that shows off his expansive shoulders as he moves wet clothes into the dryer. Standing in the doorway of the laundry room, youâre once again struck by how beautiful your new neighbour is.
With a deep breath to find courage, you appraoch him, going for the washing machine next to his. âHi,â you greet him.
âOh, hey neighbour,â Mingyu grins, pausing what heâs doing to look you up and down.
Youâre hyper aware of the sleeping shorts that hardly cover your legs, and the sweater youâd tossed on does little to hide the fact that youâre currently braless. Even so, if you donât bring up the noises now, youâre not sure when youâll get another chance.
âHey, do you uhâŠâ your words come out quiet, and you try to raise your voice a little, wanting to sound confident, âdo you think you could ask your roommate and his girlfriend to keep it down?âÂ
âHuh?â Mingyuâs brows furrow in confusion.
âThe person whose room is next to mine,â you try to explain. âTheyâve been kind of loud with uh⊠a girl, recently.â
âOh!â You can practically see the lighbulb go off in Mingyuâs eyes. âSorry, you said girlfriend, and that part stumped me. The last time was about a week ago, yeah?â
âSomething like that.â
âDonât worry, I already talked to him a few days ago. Told him to get his fuck buddies to keep it down- theyâre annoying, huh? I thought I was the only one losing sleep over it.â
âDefinitely not the only one,â you let out a small laugh. âIf Iâm being honest, I was considering talking to the property manager about it, but I donât like to cause issues, so Iâm glad weâre on the same page about this.â
âWeâre for sure on the same page,â Mingyu assures you. âThanks for not talking to the manager about this- hey, listen, what if I give you my number, and if it happens again, you just have to text me and Iâll go bang on his door or something?â
âIâd appreciate that,â you grin, watching him pull out his phone so he can grab your digits. âHonestly, I work from home, and for the most part, you guys have been pretty great neighbours.â
âOoh, one of those post covid remote jobs,â Mingyu nods in understanding. âI mean, Iâm out during the days usually, I work at a tattoo shop across town, and Wonwoo sleeps most of the time so he can be awake for his evening bar job.â
âThat actually kind of makes sense,â you admit. âI never see you guys around.âÂ
âWellâŠâ Mingyu leans against the dryer, flashing you a boyish grin. âWe could change that. You could come over sometime.â
Your heart leaps into your throat. From his body language, and the suggestion, youâre pretty sure this gorgeous man is flirting with you. âI, uhâŠâ you swallow thickly, âmaybe.âÂ
âWell, I have your number, and nowâŠâ Mingyu types something into his phone and a moment later yours dings, âyou have mine. So if you want to take me up on that offer, just shoot me a text.âÂ
âOkay.â The words comes out kind of shaky, and you internally smack yourself for becoming so shy from this pretty man hitting on you.
With a wink, Mingyu leaves the laundry room, and your thoughts are scattered for the rest of the day.
FourÂ
Itâs been too long since youâve seen all your friends from highschool. Soonyoung, Seokmin and Seungkwan are three of the rowdiest guys you know. They love doing bar crawls with you whenever theyâre all in town and can find the time.Â
Seungkwan lives in another city these days, studying law at a prestigious university. Soonyoung travels the country with dance troup. And Seokmin spends hours every day at the theater practicing for new performances and productions.
Theyâve taken you to a bar youâve never been to, and youâre enjoying the booth style seating. Millennial and old classics are playing through the speakers, and every time a good song comes on, the three men start singing, whether it be Cher, or Britney, or even Kesha.Â
Youâre a few drinks deep, but theyâre even deeper, and itâs gotten to the part of the evening where they want to hear everything about your love life.Â
âOkay, book girlie,â Soonyoung slurs, throwing his arm around your shoulders, âspill the beans. Who you fucking?â
You laugh, pushing at his cheek to get his face away from yours. He wreaks of tequila and the Gucci cologne he practically drowns himself in every night before going out. Itâs not the most pleasant combination.
âIâm single,â you insist.
âWe all know you always have your eye on someone,â Seungkwan insists, leaning over the table to point his finger at you. âTell us.â
âOkay, maybe there is someone Iâm interested in,â you admit.
All three men let out delighted squeals and laughs. âWe knew it!â Seokmin exclaims.
âThe issue is, heâs my neighbour, and dating in your apartment building can get messy,â you explain.Â
âWe love messy,â Soonyoung insists.Â
âYou love messy,â you correct.
âSo whoâs this hot neighbour?â Seungkwan asks, wanting to dive into the gossip.
âHis name is Mingyu.â You let out a sigh. âHeâs tall, and handsome, and his arms-â
âDoes he have a motorcycle?â Soonyoung interrupts you. âWe know you love men with bikes.â
âI donât think so,â you shake your head. âBut it doesnât matter. My motorcycle phase was last summer.â
âBaby,â Seungwan frowns dramatically, âHoney, sweetheart- Youâre a booktok girl. We all know kinky little sluts like you need their bikertok boy to make their fantasies come true.â
You hate it when Seungkwan reads you to filth like this, and you hate it even more that heâs so right. Youâll always have a soft spot for men on motorcycles- or is it a wet spot?
âAnyways, Mingyu is cute, he gave me his number and invited me over-â
âBitch, go fuck him!â Soonyoung bellows a little too loudly, and you immediately slap a hand over his mouth, looking around to see if anyone heard him.
Thatâs when your eyes land on a man behind the bar. His curly dark hair is cute, but when you study his regally handsome face, you realize you recougnize him.
âFuck,â you whisper, immediately lifting your drink to hide behind it.
âWhat?â Seungkwan turns in his seat. âThe bartender?â
âBabes, heâs been checking you out all night,â Soonyoung grins, cuddling closer to you.
Itâs only Seokmin who studies you and asks, âDo you know him?â
âThe bartender?â Seungkwan scoffs, as if itâs a stupid idea, although, when he turns to look at you again, his jaw drops. âFuck, you do know him! Girl, spill!âÂ
âDo you guys remember that Harley dude from the summer? Jeon? The one I ghosted after he missed our first date then suggested a ride night with all his friends to make up for it?â you ask, lowering your voice and continuing to hide behind the glass in your hand.
âShit, thatâs the Harley dude?â Seokminâs eyes widen in realization.Â
âFuck me, this is awkward,â you groan, taking a large sip from your drink. âCan we get out of here?â
âBabes, we just ordered another round,â Seungkwan points out, lifting his full Gin and Tonic to show you.Â
âDonât be like this,â Soonyoung pouts. âHarley man is a bartender, so what? He canât ruin our night. Maybe he doesnât even recougnize you!â
âIf heâs been staring, I bet you he does,â Seungkwan points out, taking a swig of his drink.
âThanks, Seungkwan,â you say sarcastically, âthat really makes me feel so much better.â
Your friend only grins, raising his glass.Â
You do your best to be calm, but you canât control the racing of your heart. Your gaze keeps shifting to Jeon, and then, the night takes a turn for the worse: Mingyu walks in, followed closely by Cheol, and some other guy you havenât met.
The group walks right up to the bartop, and you note the way Mingyu grins at Jeon, holding out a hand so the two can do a slight hug over the counter before the three men take their seats.Â
âShit,â you whisper, downing your drink.Â
âWhat?â Soonyoung also whispers, following your gaze.
âThatâs my neighbour,â you explain. âThis is not good.â
âLooks like they know each other,â Seungkwan points out.
âAgain,â you sigh, ânot helping. Fuck me, I need to go to the bathroom.â
You stand abruptly from the table, darting off to the space at the back of the bar. In the ladies room, you splash your hands with cold water, trying to chase away the fire that licks across your skin. Your heart is still thundering in your chest, and deep breaths donât do anything to help.Â
You feel like youâre caged in- like thereâs no way out of this bar without running into Jeon and Mingyu.Â
Youâre not sure how long you stay in the washroom, trying to relax- you give your friends time to finish their drinks, and youâre hoping that when you exit, you can simply escape with them, using the three men as a human shield.
When you exit the bathroom, however, you run directly into Mingyu, whoâs just coming out of the menâs room.
âSorry-â he apologizes, only to look you up and down. âNo way! Neighbour? Damn, I didnât expect to see you here!â
âOh, hi,â you say awkwardly, forcing a smile.
âHowâs your night going?â You usually like Mingyuâs happy energy, but right now, it feels nearly overwhelming.
âGood, you?â
âMy nightâs going great- hey, listen, I want you to meet someone!â Mingyu grabs your hand, and before you can stop him, your large neighbour is dragging you back out into the bar.Â
As he tugs you closer and closer to Jeon, pieces begin to click in your head, and when you reach the bartop, youâre not even surprised when Mingyu says, âThis is Wonwoo, my roommate!â He had mentioned Wonwoo worked at a bar, after all.Â
âHi,â you say awkwardly, forcing get another smile.
Jeon - or Wonwoo - looks you up and down. God, heâs even more handsome than his Tinder pictures had made him out to be. But fuck, youâve heard him fucking other girls through your bedroom wall over three times- and youâd ghosted him-
âHi,â Wonwoo echoes, his voice all deep and sexy in the loud noise of the bar.
You feel like the wind has been knocked out of you.Â
âWonwoo, this is our neighbour, you know, the one I mentioned.â Thereâs an insinuation in Mingyuâs tone, and the fact that heâd talked about you to Wonwoo has your stomach erupting into erratic butterflies that threaten to catch in your throat.
âRight.â Wonwooâs tone is so unimpressed, and youâd bet your life the man is holding a grudge over the whole ghosting thing.
âWait, Y/N, you should join us for a drink!â Mingyu suggests.
âActually, Iâm here with friends, I should really get back to them,â you say awkwardly, tugging your hand away from Mingyuâs grip. âThanks for the offer though.â
âRight, yeah, okay.â God, Mingyu looks like a kicked puppy, but then he flashes you a smile and your heart melts. âListen, text me, just to let me know when you get home safe.â
âYou got it,â you agree quickly, giving him a tight lipped grin before you nearly stumble over yourself to get back to your table. âGuys, we have to leave, now.âÂ
âWhat happened?â Seokmin asks, clearly concerned while Seungkwan sighs and pulls out a wad of cash.
âThey do know each other,â Soonyoung blurts out.
âTurns out Harley Jeon isnât just Harley Jeon, heâs also Wonwoo, Mingyuâs roommate,â you quickly explain, grabbing your jacket to wrap around your body.
Soonyoungâs eyes light up in realization. âAnd they were roommates,â he whispers.
âAnd I ghosted one of them!â you whisper yell back. âThe same one who Iâve heard fucking multiple girls through my wall over three times!â
Seungkwan lets out a chuckle. âGirl. Youâre fucked.âÂ
FiveÂ
Jeonghan lets out a deep sigh. âYou know, when Seokmin texted me to come check on you for some Grade-A Tea, I never expected any of this.âÂ
âYeah, yeah,â you roll your eyes. âI know Iâm in deep shit.â
âNah, youâre good,â your cousin assures you, standing and stretching. âYouâll figure it out.â
âI wish I had the confidence in myself that you have in me,â you breathe, also rising to your feet. Jeonghanâs been over for a while now, and after giving him all the gossip, you feel like you could use some time to yourself.Â
âYouâll get there,â your cousin assures you, heading toward your front door so he can slip into his shoes. âKeep me updated.â
âI will. Thanks for coming to see me.â
âOf course,â Jeonghan opens your front door, stepping into the hallway before pulling you into a hug. âIf I didnât have a board meeting tomorrow, you know Iâd stay longer.â
âI know. But Iâm good,â you assure him. âI think Iâll sleep early tonight. This week has been a lot.â
âSounds like it,â he nods, releasing you in favor of heading over to the elevator. Before he can press the button, however, the elevator dings, the doors opening. Wonwoo steps out. He stops infront of Jeonghan, giving him a once over before his eyes shift to you, still standing by the doorway to your unit.
Then, to your annoyance, Wonwoo grins, shaking his head and brushing past your cousin.
Jeonghan gets into the elevator, the doors closing, and as Wonwoo walks past you, you canât help but make waves. âWhat?â
âI never said anything.â Wonwoo stops in front of you, hands nonchalantly tucked in the leather pockets of his jacket.
âYou gave me a look,â you insist.Â
He shrugs. âItâs just gonna break Gyuâs heart to know you already have a man in your life, thatâs all.â
You roll your eyes. âThat was my cousin.â
âSure it was.â
âIt was!â You canât help the way your voice is raising.
âAnd the guys at the bar?â
âFriends!âÂ
âRight.âÂ
He turns to leave, and you swallow thickly, mind reeling for a comeback.
âI just donât see how you can be making assumptions about me,â you state.
Wonwoo stops, gaze finding you again. âWhat do you mean?â
âJust that.. I mean⊠Iâve heard you fucking girls, mister Jeon, if thatâs even your real name!âÂ
He actually grins at your words, eye brows raising in surprise. âGirl, actually, singular. It was one girl. A recent hookup. Sheâs not into gags like the others, theyâre generally pretty quiet for you, arenât they?âÂ
Youâre so shocked by what heâs just said that you physically take a step back, jaw dropping.
âOh, and by the way,â Wonwoo heads to his door, reaching into his jacket for his keys. âMister Jeon is what people call my father, Iâm sure you know that I prefer to be called Daddy.âÂ
He unlocks his apartment, flashing you a wink before he heads inside. You stand in your doorway for a solid ten seconds, processing his words before you go back to your room to scream into a pillow.
Six
After the events of the week, and work on top of that, a nap the moment you're done sending the last emails of the day is exactly what you need.
Birds are singing outside, your window ajar. The warming air carries the scent of blossoming buds, and you relax against your pillow, enjoying the feeling of your duvet against your skin.
Youâre just drifting off when a loud engine jolts you back into consciousness. You flop onto your back, staring at the ceiling.Â
Youâve been a motorcycle fan for long enough to know the sound of one when you hear it, and as the revving continues, youâd bet your right hand that some jackass is doing burnouts in the alley outside.
Itâs probably some enthusiastic douchebag who has finally brought their motorcycle out of the garage after a long winter-
Actually, wait. You know an asshole with a motorcycle. An asshole with a Harley to be exact.Â
Fucking Jeon Wonwoo.Â
God, you hate that man.
Grabbing your pillow, you burry your head under it, wishing for the sounds to stop.Â
Surprisingly, soon enough, you hear the motorcycle take off, with two more engines revving up to follow.Â
Your apartment complex used to be so nice and peaceful.
It used to be.
Seven
After your nap had been interrupted, youâd trudged around for a while. Itâs the evening now, and you have no energy to cook, so youâve ordered takeout. When you head down to the lobby to grab your food, you bump into Mingyu.
âLook at us, always running into each other,â he grins, watching you step by him to bend down and pick up your takeout.
âSeems like a common theme,â you agree, letting out a sigh.
âYou good, neighbour? You look tired.â
âYou want the truth?â you ask, straightening to look at him.
âAlways.â He holds the door open for you to come back into the apartment complex.Â
As you head to the elevator, you choose your words carefully, after all, youâre pretty sure Wonwoo was culprit behind the motorcycle incident two hours ago. âI just⊠I was trying to have a nap after work, been tired lately, and some guy was revving his motorcycle outside my window. He woke me up and I was too irritated to go back to sleep.â
As you enter the elevator, you notice Mingyuâs skin turning pink, and his adamâs apple bobs as he swallows thickly. âActually⊠uh⊠I, uhâŠâ He rubs the back of his neck. âI have a Harley, but uh, I got a new sportsbike, and that was me doing burnouts to test it out a little.â
Your heart lurches into your throat, your jaw dropping. When it comes to your neighbours in 317, you always find yourself conflicted. Youâre annoyed at him, but at the same time, the fact that he also has a motorcycle makes this ten out of ten man even ten times hotter-
âOh,â you look down at your takeout.Â
âIâm really sorry,â he apologizes quickly. âIt wonât happen again- you wonât tell our building manager it was me right? Like, weâre good?â
âYeah, weâre good,â you let out a breath. âI mean, technically quiet hours donât start till ten pm, and this was like, five, so I guess itâs my own fault for trying to nap so early.â
âNot your fault,â he assures you. âYou definitely look like you need some rest- if it helps, I promise no burnouts near the apartment.â Mingyu even crosses his heart, and your body relaxes, shoulders slumping as you crack a smile.
âOkay, that would be nice.â
The elevator dings as it reaches your floor, and the two of you exit together, closing the short distance to your door.Â
âYour takeout smells good,â Mingyu notes. âMaybe you could put yourself in a food coma and pass out for a bit, I promise there will be no noise issues tonight.â
âThat sounds nice, actually,â you admit.
âAlso uh⊠you know, you still havenât taken me up on that offer about coming over sometime.â
When you look over at Mingyu, you find him leaning against the hallway wall, staring down at you with soft puppy dog eyes.
âYeah, Iâve been busy-â you search for an excuse. âAlso, I mean, I donât know if Wonwoo would be good with me coming over.â
âWhy wouldnât he be?â Mingyu shrugs, which is when you realize that Wonwoo must not have told Mingyu anything about your failed dates or the ghosting.Â
âHe just didnât seem to like me very much when you introduced us,â you blurt out, grasping for straws.
âHe always has a resting bitch face, donât take it personally,â Mingyu assures you. âSeriously, come over sometime, we donât bite.â
Mingyu might not, but you get the sneaking suspicion that Wonwoo does.
Eight
The reverse harem adult romance your reading had drawn you in when youâd first opened it, but as time goes by, your mind keeps wandering when you reach the sex scenes.Â
Threesomes have you imagining Wonwoo and Mingyu, and try as you might, you canât shake the image from your head.
It doesnât help that they fit the character personalities, one puppylike lover, and one more stoic and dominant. You canât help but wonder what the two would be like in bed, and with a groan of frustration, you slot your bookmark between the pages and set the novel down on the bed next to you.
As you sit there, deep in thought, you think about what Mingyu had said about owning a Harley.Â
Thatâs when you realize, last summer, when Wonwoo had suggested a Harley ride night as a date- if you had gone with him, would you have met Mingyu?
You decide that Mingyu definitely would have been there.
Itâs interesting how the domino effect works- or maybe this is invisible string theory; the idea that, you can pass someone, or have missed chances, but one way or another, that person will always end up in your life.
What would have happened if youâd met Mingyu that way?Â
What would have happened if youâd met Wonwoo that way?Â
At the moment, thereâs no question as to which of the two neighbours you prefer. Mingyu is happy and welcoming, he always has a smile, and you could see yourself having a great relationship with him- if things were to take a turn that way.
But on the flip side, Wonwoo is more similar to the type youâve dated in the past.
If one neighbour is a Doberman, then the other is a Golden Retriever. Theyâre like night and day, and yet, youâre drawn to both, as if some gravitational or celestial power is pulling you to them⊠it also helps that they both have motorcycles.Â
How had it been so easy to ghost Wonwoo in the past, only to find yourself at a crossroads with his roommate seven months later?
Nine
Youâre outside your apartment waiting for an Uber when two familiar men on motorcycles pull up in front of you.Â
Wonwooâs on his Harley. Itâs all black, and although youâre not very well verses with motorcycle types, youâre pretty sure itâs a Fat Boy or a Street Bob- but as you stare at the wheels, you begin to lean toward Street Bob.Â
Mingyu, in contrast, is on a red Kawasaki Ninja, which is evident by the name on the side. He lifts up his visor when he comes to a stop two feet away. âHey, neighbour,â he greets you. âWaiting for someone?â
âAn Uber is picking me up.â
âAn Uber?â Mingyu looks around. âWhere are you headed?â
âA family thing. Weâre going to be drinking so I figured I shouldnât drive,â you explain.
âGood idea,â he nods, then, without skipping a beat, he asks, âWanna ride?â
You gaze shifts from Mingyu to Wonwoo, and you can practically see the Harley rider roll his eyes. With an aggressive rev of his engine, Wonwoo bolts off, leaving you and Mingyu in his dust.
âUh, donât you two have plans?â you ask.
âWe did, but we were just going for a ride. I can take you where you need to be and meet him later,â Mingyu shrugs. âSeriously, donât mind him.â
Youâve been on a motorcycle once before, and you know enough to understand that the short romper and light spring jacket youâre wearing is not enough to protect you on the back of a bike. And thatâs the least of your worries. âI donât have a helmet-â
Mingyu begins to undo his, and you watch in shock as he pulls it off, shaking out his hair and offering you the red head gear. âTake mine.â
âIsnât it illegal to ride without one?â
âWeâll be fast- but not dangerous, Iâll be good, I promise. Where are we going?â
With a deep breath, you pull up your Auntâs house on your phoneâs map app, showing it to Mingyu.Â
âI can get you there in ten minutes, easy,â he says.Â
âThis is not a good idea,â you warn, although you accept the helmet.Â
âCancel your Uber,â Mingyu urges softly. âLet me do this for you.â
With one last sigh, you cancel your ride, then, you allow Mingyu to help you onto the back of his bike.Â
âHave you ever been on one of these before?â he asks.
âOnce,â you admit, adjusting the helmet on your head before you tentatively wrap your arms around Mingyuâs large body.Â
âJust hold on tight.â
âTake care of me,â you retort.
Mingyu grins. âAlways.â
A moment later, heâs revving his engine, and the two of you take off on his bike, your clothes whipping around and contorting flat to the curves of your form.
You hold Mingyu tighter, and he takes one hand off his handlebars to rest it over yours for a second, giving you a reassuring squeeze.
When he pulls onto the main road, Mingyu is true to his word about not being dangerous. He doesnât lane split or push the bike too hard. When you come up to traffic, he waits patiently, resting his elbow on your knee as if this is something the two of you have done together a hundred times before.
You become so lost in how attracted you are to Mingyu- how you have to hug him tight when he accelerates, that the trip is over before you know it. He pulls up to your aunts house, turning to offer you a hand so you can get off the Ninja.Â
Your legs feel wobbly as you step on solid ground, and Mingyu helps you with the chin clasp of the helmet, removing it easily.Â
âThanks for being my backpack,â he smiles.
âThanks for giving me a ride,â you grin back.
âIf you want, you can text me when youâre done, and Iâll get you home safe. Iâll even bring a spare helmet this time, and maybe a proper riding jacket for you.â
âThat would be really nice actually.â
âYou got it, angel,â Mingyu flashes you a wink before he pulls the helmet onto his head. You move to the sidewalk, standing there to watch him as he gives you one last nod and takes off, the engine loud enough to be heard even as he makes it two blocks away in record time.
A low whistle startles you, and you turn to see Jeonghan standing in the driveway. âDamn, that dude was hot.â
âThatâs my neighbour,â you sigh.
âWhich one?â
âThe good one!â
âYou should take him up on that offer of hanging out,â Jeonghan suggests.
âAnd you should keep your nose out of my love life.â
Your cousin simply laughs. âNever going to happen.â
Ten
The jacket Mingyu brings for you when he picks you up from your family gathering is long enough to be a dress. You struggle with the thick material as you try to get on his bike, and you can see Mingyu grinning from the opening in his full face helmet.
âThatâs it,â he encourages you, allowing you to settle behind him.
You pat his thigh when youâre good to go, and the two of you slot down your visors before he takes off.
Itâs the late evening now, and being on his bike feels different in the dark. The city lights whip past you, and the lanes are pretty empty for Mingyu to go faster. Now that youâre both in full protective gear, thereâs not as much of a need to be safe, although, as you hold tightly to your neighbour, you realize this might be as safe as youâve ever felt.
You trust Mingyu, in a way that you canât quite explain.Â
As it was before, itâs easy to get lost in the act of being on Mingyuâs motorcycle, and before you know it, heâs pulling into your apartment complexâs underground garage.Â
You hate that the ride has ended so quickly, and you hate it even more that you have to let go of Mingyuâs large, warm body. You stand next to the motorcycle while he gets off of it, and you wait patiently for him to take off his helmet before he helps you with your own.
âDo you have plans for the rest of the night?â Mingyu asks while the two of you walk toward the elevator.
âNot really,â you admit. In fact, youâre feeling a little tired. You hadnât drank as much at the family dinner as you thought you would, and sleep sounds pretty good right about now.
âDo you wanna come see my place?â
âI really shouldnât-â
âIf youâre worried about Wonwoo, he went to work before I came to pick you up,â Mingyu tells you. âCome on, just one drink or something. Donât you wanna compare your one bedroom to my two bedroom?â
You are curious to see what sort of decorations these two men have- theyâre mid to late twenties at best, and you love to laugh.Â
âFine, one drink,â you let out a breath as you enter the elevator, turning to look up at Mingyu. âWhy do you care so much if I come over? Like, honestly?â
Mingyu meets your gaze, fiddling with the helmet in his hand. âI guess maybe⊠because I like you.â He shrugs. âYouâre a good neighbour, and an even better backpack. You look cute in my jacket- why wouldnât I want to get to know you better?â
âThatâs a good answer,â you admit with a laugh.
âIâm glad you liked it,â he grins.Â
When the two of you exit the elevator, you follow Mingyu past your apartment to his own door. You watch the way he pulls out his keys, fumbling a little to get into his place. He lets you enter first, and you step into the foreign home with a curious gaze.
You slip out of your shoes, undoing his jacket around your shoulders as you wander further into the apartment. The two men are cleaner than you would have expected. The furniture is minimalist, and mostly cream coloured- which isnât a shade you would have thought would match the motorcycle riding, black wearing men. You wonder how the couch in the den is so well kept- thereâs not a hint of stains on the nicely textured cover, no beer or food-
Thereâs no dirty dishes in the sink, no miscellaneous bowl of car keys and other shit that guys always tend to carry in their pockets.
In fact, this place almost looks like a âgirl sanctuary,â the type of pintrest board apartment inspo youâd find online.Â
âWhat do you think?â Mingyu asks, coming up behind you and helping you take off his jacket.
âItâs really nice,â you say honestly. âNot what I expected.â
âIâm a bit of a neat freak,â he admits with a chuckle.
So heâs big, muscled, kind, rides a motorcycle, and he knows how to do housewife cleaning duties? How did you ever manage to score a jackpot like him for a neighbour?Â
âAnyways, take a seat on the couch, Iâll grab some beer. You drink beer, right?â
âSure.â You move to settle into the sofa, and Mingyu brings over two cans of lager from the fridge, cracking one open before he hands it to you.Â
âCheers,â he grins, gently clinking his can against your own.Â
You take a sip, focusing on the way Mingyu sits on the other end of the couch, angling his body toward you. âSo⊠you mentioned you work at a tattoo parlour? How did you get into that?â
âIâve always been into art,â he explains. âMy buddy Cheol was more into tattoos with me, opened up his own shop and encouraged me to apprentice with him after I graduated from uni with my arts degree. I wish there was more to it, but I really just got kind of lucky.â
The list of his good qualities just keeps getting better and better- a university educated man? Yes please.
âI guess, maybe what Iâm wondering is why you donât have any tattoos yourself?â you ask, looking at the beautiful unblemished skin shown off by his muscle shirt.
Mingyu laughs, also gazing down at his arms. âWould you judge me if I told you Iâm scared of needles.â
âThatâs cute,â you grin, sipping your beer.Â
âYouâre cute,â he retorts, mirroring your motion and trying to hide his smile behind the can in his hand. âAnyways, you said youâd been on a motorcycle before?â
âYeah, just once.â
âTell me about it?â
âThereâs nothing much to say,â you admit. âWent on a date with a guy, he mentioned he had a sports bike, offered to take me for a ride, so I said yes.â
âSoâŠâ Mingyu taps his fingers along his beer can, âyou like guys with bikes?â
You let out a laugh. âMaybe.âÂ
âIâm feeling better and better about my odds,â Mingyu smiles.Â
âYour odds are very good,â you tell him. Now itâs your turn to drink in an effort to hide the massive grin on your face.
âYeah? I was a little worried, I mean, I gave you my number and you didnât text- took a little bit of convincing to get you on my bike, to get you into the apartment- I hope I didnât overstep anything there.â
âNo, youâre fine,â you assure him. âI can just⊠be a bit shy sometimes.â
âItâs cute though.â
Your skin heats at the compliment, heart thundering in your rib cage. âWhat about you? Iâm into bikes, are you into cute girls?â
âA hundred percent,â he nods. âTheyâre my favourite kind.â
âDo you have any experience dating neighbours?â
âNo, but Iâd like that to change.â
âDo you think being neighbours could complicate things?â you enquire.
âI mean⊠if I didnât see you as girlfriend material, then yeah, Iâd never turn a neighbour into a hookup, but then again, Iâm not huge into hookups to begin with,â Mingyu explains.
âYou know⊠Iâm trying to find even one red flag about you, and Iâm seriously coming up empty.â
âIs that such a bad thing?â
You smile, looking down at your nearly finished beer. âI guess not.â
âHow about you? Any red flags?â he asks.Â
Aside from the downright pornographic books you read on the daily? âProbably not.â
âProbably not, huh?â Mingyu chuckles. âMaybe I should be the one keeping a look out for red, but then again, with rose tinted glasses, red wouldnât stand out that much to me anyways.âÂ
Youâd not expected your night to turn out like this. Youâd figured it would be a nice family dinner, some drinking, then an Uber home and sleep. Instead, youâve been on Mingyuâs bike twice, worn his jacket, his helmet- and now youâre here in his house, with your hot neighbour flirting with you in the most wholesome way-
In your tired state, youâre feeling a little overwhelmed. Your shyness is taking over- the fear of the unknown, of making a misstep, clouding your enjoyment of the peaceful space Mingyu has created in his apartment.
âListen, donât take this the wrong way,â you sigh, finishing your beer, âBut Iâm really tired-â
âYeah, no worries, I said just one beer and it looks like youâre done,â Mingyu is quick to down the rest of his, reaching out to take your can so he can move to the kitchen. He places the empties under his sink, and you follow, keeping your distance.
âThank you for this though. I know we didnât talk for that long, but I feel like I know you better,â you admit.Â
âIâve still got a lot of questions for you,â he grins. âBut Iâll save those for another time. Iâm not about to get in the way of a girl and her beauty sleep.â
âI appreciate that.â The two of you head to his door, and you slip your shoes on.
âCan I give you a goodbye hug or something?â Mingyu suggests. âIt would feel weird letting you leave without one.â
You nod, allowing Mingyu to pull you close to his chest. Heâs so tall, your cheek pressed tight to his well defined pecs- and fuck, he smells good. This isnât the overpowering Gucci type cologne that Soonyoung wears, itâs a more muted, spicy yet clean scent. Itâs the type of scent that encourages you to take a deep breath, your body relaxing as your neighbour hugs you.
âThanks for coming over,â Mingyu whispers.
When you go to pull away, you find yourself tilting your head to look up at him. Your eyes meet, and it feels as if youâre hanging in a moment frozen in time. Your breath catches when his gaze dips down to your mouth, and you know whatâs coming next.
His hand cups your cheek, stroking your skin, and he gives you ample opportunity to pull away, but you donât. You simply stare into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, waiting for him to make the move that you know is going to capture your heart completely.
When his lips finally touch yours, that sense of relief washes over you again. You shift in his embrace, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to pull him closer. Mingyu lets out a soft sigh of contentment, parting his mouth ever so slightly so he can lick at your lower lip.
You mirror the motion, your tongues gently clashing.Â
Youâve met some guys who try to force their way into your mouth, who try to dominate you- but Mingyu isnât like that. Heâs soft and fluid, reacting to your movements moreso than anything else. His hands slip down to your hips, holding you close while you kiss each other.
No first kiss has ever felt this natural, and like with riding the bike, it becomes so easy to get lost in your neighbour.
When you finally break away, youâre both breathing heavily. You can taste the beer on your lips, and it makes you release a small laugh, giddy joy surging through your entire body.
âThat wasâŠâ Mingyu swallows thickly, âwow.â
âYeah,â you agree. âWow.âÂ
Eleven
Itâs been two weeks since you started getting to know Mingyu better. Youâve gone on motorcycle dates, stopped at food trucks while enjoying the sunshine of spring, and when Wonwooâs not around, Mingyu has invited you over for movie nights.
While thereâs been lots of kissing, and a growing desire for more, the two of you havenât gone much farther than second base. You kind of like taking things slow with Mingyu, heâs very good at not applying any pressure, and you adore that about him.
Youâre hanging out in your apartment when Mingyu calls you, asking if you have any garlic he can borrow for his meal plan. Part of you thinks itâs a little late for dinner, but you agree anyways.Â
Sometimes you think he comes up with this sort of thing just to see you, stealing kisses at your door- but this time, when he comes over to grab ingredients, he doesnât simply wait in the hallway.
âCan I come in?â he asks, peering at your apartment beyond.
âCome in?â you repeat.
âYeah, I mean, youâve seen my place, and I havenât really gotten to see yours yet.â He sounds nonchalant, but you can tell that your personal space - the way you conduct yourself in your own home - is something that makes him curious.
âOkay.â You step away from the door. âCome on in.â
Mingyu bends down to kiss you as he steps over the threshold, and you grin against his lips, enjoying the way his hands softly grab your waist.Â
âIâm guessing you didnât really need garlic, did you?â you tease.
âNope, I ate dinner after work.â Mingyu takes his shoes off while you close the door behind him, and he looks around your apartment. âItâs nice in here.â
âThank you.â
âDo you want to give me a tour?â he asks.
You let out a giggle. âOkay.âÂ
Youâve never given a formal tour of your apartment before, but you do your best, showing him through the kitchen and the small living room area. Youâve got certain knick knacks that are special to you, and you explain them to Mingyu while he listens with a smile.
Finally, you make it to your bedroom. Before you can even open your mouth to say anything, Mingyuâs arms are wrapping around you, his chest pressed to your back, lips on your throat.
He already knows your sweet spots, and you let out a soft sigh, tilting your head to make things easier for him.
âGyuâŠâ
âDo you want me to stop?â he whispers in your ear, nibbling gently on the lobe.
âNo.â
You hadnât expected this tonight, but youâre at a point now where you donât want to wait. Mingyu isnât the type to use you and leave you. Heâs made his intentions clear, and the sexual chemistry between the two of you is undeniable.Â
You find yourself turning in Mingyuâs embrace, cupping his cheek so you can draw his lips to yours. He lets out an immediate groan of satisfaction, and it goes straight to your core, which flutters with delight. You kiss him deeply, pouring all your wants and desires into the meeting of your mouths.
Then your hands find the bottom of his shirt, and before you know it, youâre stripping the fabric from Mingyuâs body and tracing your hands over the muscles you love so much.
His body jolts when you tease your nails across his lower abdomen, and it prompts Mingyu to reach down, cupping your ass and easily lifting you up. Your legs wrap around his hips, tongues clashing in a lusty battle as he carries you to your bed.
Your hands trace along his strong shoulders as he lays you onto the mattress, looking down at you with blown pupils. Heâs breathing heavily already, and you can see the bulge of his cock through his jeans.Â
Youâve grinded against him before, sitting on his lap on his couch while he rubs your tits through your comfortable evening sweaters, so you know how big Mingyu is, but knowing heâs about to be inside of you makes your heart race in an entirely different way.
âAre you sure youâre okay with this?â Mingyu asks again, straightening to look down at you.
âUh huh,â you sit up, meeting his gaze. Then you reach out, undoing his buckle while keeping steady eye contact.Â
âFuck,â Mingyu groans, chest heaving with each breath. âYou donât have to-â
âDonât have to what?â you tease, moving onto the zipper, which you tug down roughly.
âDonât have to-â he swallows thickly. âI want to make you feel good.âÂ
âWhat if you do that after?â you suggest. âI want to make you feel good first.âÂ
âFuck, Angel, okay.âÂ
âYeah?â You raise a brow at him, hooking your fingers in his jeans and briefs.
âYeah,â he nods quickly. âDo whatever you want- whatever you want.â
You tug his pants down, allowing them to bag at his knees. Youâre already much too focused on the cock in front of you to care about getting him fully undressed.
Your eyes take in Mingyuâs rock hard length. Youâre not great with measurements, but you swear he must be seven or eight inches. Heâs got a pretty mushroom tip, all flushed and pink. Thereâs a prominent vein running along the underside of him, and it makes your mouth water.
You havenât sucked cock in a while, but youâd read a very good erotica about it last night, and you know exactly what to do.Â
Grabbing the base of him, you angle Mingyuâs cock slightly upward, running your tongue along the vein.
âShit,â Mingyu groans, hands flying to your head. He doesnât apply any pressure, simply strokes you as you take the tip past your lips, suckling on it and twirling your tongue. âYouâre- fuck, youâre good at this.â
You let out a happy hum, and the vibration makes him twitch, pushing him further into your mouth.Â
Your eyes are closed now, and you allow yourself to enjoy the act of pleasuring Mingyu. After being so patient with you over the past few weeks, he deserves it. The sounds heâs letting out are more than enough encouragement for you, and soon, your drool begins to drip down to your fingers, making it easier for you to pump his neglected shaft.
Thereâs no way in Hell youâll ever be able to fit all of him in your mouth, but unless heâs used to dating women schooled in oral aerobics or some shit, you doubt any of his past lovers have ever achieved that feat either.
Instead, you focus most of your attention on the tip, knowing that the head of his cock is where heâs got a lot of his nerve endings.Â
Your tongue dips along his slit, tasting the salty precum. Mingyu moans loudly above you, fingers threading through your hair.
âIf you keep doing that, Iâm gonna cum too fast,â he warns you.
Part of you wants him to cum, so you go even harder- only for Mingyu to gently pull you off of him.
You blink up at the gorgeous man, pleased to find that heâs flushed. His chest, shoulders, neck and cheeks are all a pretty pink colour, and heâs panting heavily. âSeriously, Angel, I donât want to cum yet.â
âWhat if I want you to cum?â
âIâm not making you swallow the first time we sleep together,â Mingyu states, and you can tell that itâs a hard boundary. âAnd Iâm not cumming on you either- I thinkâŠâ he licks his lips, âI think itâs my turn to make you feel good now.âÂ
âYeah?â
He nods. âYeah.â
Then Mingyu leans down over you, grabbing your shirt and tugging it off. Your pants are discarded next, left on the floor next to his own while he adjusts you on your bed.
Heâs left your bra and panties on, and when his lips find yours again, you kind of appreciate that heâs intent on more foreplay.
Your core is aching through the cotton fabric, and your nipples are pressing up toward the cups still confining them. Itâs driving you crazy as he kisses you deeply, but then one of his hands reaches up to massage you through your bra, and you let out a sinful whine.
âTake it off,â you whimper, âplease.â
Mingyuâs mouth moves from your lips to your throat, and he reaches under you, undoing the clasp. He gently pulls the bra from your form, and his kisses finally make it to your breasts.Â
His soft hair is teasing your skin with each kiss, but when his lips wrap around your sensitive nipple, you canât even find it within yourself to care about the slight ticklish sensation. Mingyuâs got your full attention now, his teeth gently dragging across the hardened bud, making you cry out even louder.
You grab at his broad shoulders, holding onto him for dear life, wriggling under his large form.Â
His cock is pressing between your legs, rubbing against your pussy through the thin fabric of your panties.
âFuck, Gyu-â you whimper. âI want you so bad.â
He groans in response, moving to your other breast to pay it as much attention as he had the first. Your neighbour takes his time, and you enjoy every second of it, although youâre absolutely desperate for more.
You want him to take the lead, as you lean more toward a submissive temperament in bed, despite the ballsy way youâd approach sucking his cock for the first time.
You wonder if heâs aching the way you are- if heâs throbbing with need for you the way your pussy is already trying to clench around nothing, anticipating the cock thatâs going to split you open in a way that no man ever has before.Â
Unable to help yourself anymore, you reach down between your bodies, grabbing his length and pumping him gently. Mingyu groans against your breasts, giving you one last lick before he brings his mouth up to your own again.
âAngel, fuck-â he practically whimpers, thrusting toward your hand. âYouâre not ready yet.â
âIâm ready,â you try to assure him.
âTrust me,â Mingyuâs hand slips into your panties, two fingers teasing your core, âAs wet as you are, youâre not ready for me.â
âGyu-â You want to argue, but when he pushes two digits into your core, you realize heâs right. Because even with two fingers, you feel like heâs stretching your tight walls.Â
Youâre so wet that it makes it easy for Mingyu to begin finger fucking you, his mouth finding your throat so he can kiss your sweet spot desperately while you continue to stroke his cock.Â
âWanna make you cum once,â he groans, âbefore- fuck, before I take you.â
Your core throbs at his words, and itâs clear from the smile you feel against your skin that Mingyu can feel the way your body is reacting to him.
âDo you like when I talk dirty to you, Angel?â he asks.
âYeah.â You nod, applying more pressure as you stroke him off.
âYouâre already taking my fingers so well, who got you this wet?â
âYou did, Gyu,â you whimper.
âCan you cum with just fingers? Or should I rub your sensitive little clit too?â
âMy clit-â
His palm immediately finds the bud of nerves, and you let out a strangled gasp, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. âFuck-â Your hand stops on his cock in favour of grabbing both of his shoulders.
âLike this?â he asks, applying a little more pressure that has you wiggling beneath him.Â
âYeah, just like that,â you groan, threading your fingers through his hair, guiding him to continue kissing your throat while he finger fucks you open.
âHave you wanted this as much as I have?â
âEven more,â you confess.
âNot possible,â he retorts, but by the squelching of your pussy, youâre pretty sure you have him beat. You donât have the energy or the mental focus to fight him on this, so you simply give in to the pleasure heâs providing you. âSo good for me.â
âGyu-â you whimper, legs shaking as your orgasm builds much too fast in the pit of your stomach.
âAlways so good for me,â he continues. âThe best backpack. The best neighbour. The best girl-â
You cry out as your orgasm slams into you with no warning. Something about this brand of praise has made you feral, and your core throbs around Mingyuâs fingers as he works you through your high.
âJust like that,â he coos. âSo good for me.â
You draw his lips to yours, kissing him breathlessly. He kisses you back, tongue invading your mouth and gently stroking your own.
Youâre practically shaking by the time your orgasm is over, and Mingyu pulls his hand out of your panties. âIâm gonna take these off now,â he tells you, pressing a kiss to your nose. âAnd grab a condom.â
âActuallyâŠâ You bite at your lip, meeting his gaze. âIâm on birth control.â
He pauses for a moment, and you can see the wheels practically turning in his head. âAnd⊠I mean, I know Iâm clean-â
âIâm clean too,â you assure him. âItâs uh⊠itâs been a while for me, since I⊠well, you know.â
You can feel your skin heating at the admission of your near celibacy over the past few months. While youâve imagined fucking all sorts of heros and villains in your books, the only thing thatâs been inside you recently has been your six inch glittery pink dildo.
âAnd you uh⊠you want me to cum inside?â Mingyu clarifies.
âPlease?â
Mingyu lets out a shaky breath, then he nods. âOkay, yeah, I can do that.â
He tugs your panties down your legs, and before you know it, the two of you are completely naked. Mingyu returns between your thighs, his arm muscles bulging as he holds himself over you, one hand grabbing the base of his cock so he can tease himself through your pussy lips.
âCan I convince you to let me eat you out first?â
âI need you,â you tell him, on the verge of crying if you donât get your way.
âAnother time, then.â
âAnother time,â you agree with a laugh.
The tip of his cock teases by your clit and it makes your entire body jolt at the sensitivity.
âIf itâs uh⊠if itâs too much,â Mingyu licks his lips, tearing his gaze from your core so he can look you in the eyes, âif itâs too much just let me know and Iâll stop.â
âGyu, please, Iâll be okay-â you try to assure him, although, youâre not sure if youâre even certain with yourself on this one. Thereâs a possibility you might not even be able to walk tomorrow, but thatâs a risk youâre more than willing to take.
He brings the tip of his cock down to your wet hole, gently pushing into you. The head alone is enough to have you moaning, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and throwing your head back against the pillows.
âFuck-â
âYeah,â his breath is hot against your chest, âI know, Iâm sorry.â
Itâs so endearing that the man is sorry his cock is so big.
âDonât be sorry,â you let out a laugh, âIâll just have to get used to you.â
âI like the sound of that,â Mingyu admits, pushing another inch past your wet walls. âFuck, you have no idea how good you feel.â
âJust wait till youâre fully inside of me,â you whisper, closing your eyes and doing your best to relax your body so you can take him.
Mingyu lets out a groan, hips gently thrusting so he can coat his cock in your wet juices. Each movement has him burying deeper and deeper, earning sounds of pleasure from your lips.Â
Your nails claw at his shoulders, but itâs clear that Mingyu is too focused on your pussy to even care or notice.Â
âAlmost there,â he tells you, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.
Nothing in the world has ever felt like Mingyu, and as his hips finally come flush to your own and he lets out a sigh of relief, you know that thereâs no coming back from this.Â
You both groan âFuckâ in unison, crashing your lips together a moment later as he begins to move. He starts off slow and gentle, his cock hitting spots so deep that you swear heâs rearranging your guts
Youâve spent years reading erotica, imagining what great sex would really look like, and now, youâre finally experiencing it for yourself.
Youâve never gone completely mind numb for someone before, but with Mingyu, youâre reduced to feral instinct. Sounds like the ones leaving your lips right now are not sounds that have ever come out of you before, and you swear youâve never been this wet in your life.
Each thrust has Mingyuâs tip rubbing against a place that has you seeing stars, and as he picks up his pace, itâs the most you can do to keep kissing him even while wanting to scream with pleasure.
Your nails dig into his shoulders, and when Mingyu releases a grunt, bringing his mouth to your throat so he can gently bite at your skin, you realize he kind of likes the pain.
The thought has your pussy tingling with even more delight, and Mingyu groans loudly.
âSo good,â he moans. âSo fucking good.â
âDonât stop, please, fuck- no one has ever fucked me like this before-â
From the way Mingyu fucks you even harder, itâs clear he also has a praise kink. Itâs funny how often praise and pain go hand in hand in pleasure.
Youâre thankful for all the books youâve read about this sort of thing, because they allow you to read Mingyu in a way that youâve never imagined being able to read someone. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and you adore it.
Mingyu lifts his thigh, angling himself better on the bed so each thrust can go as deep as possible. Your headboard is hitting the wall now, and part of you almost wishes Wonwoo was home so you could annoy him with the sound as much as heâs annoyed you with it.
But at the same time, youâre glad Wonwoo is probably at work. As interesting as being a vouyer is when youâre the one listening in, due to your interesting past with your Harley loving neighbour, youâre not sure how youâd feel about him being privy to this intimate moment youâre sharing with Mingyu.
Itâs clear Mingyu is completely present with you. From the sounds escaping him, you know that heâs not thinking about anyone else listening in. His ability to be completely enraptured by you makes it easier for you to get lost in him again, and when you draw his lips to yours, your mind goes pleasantly blank once more.
Youâre not sure how long he fucks you like this, but soon, his hand finds your clit again, and you realize he wants you to cum with him.
âCan you give me one more?â he asks, looking down at you with those eyes youâve come to adore.
âYeah,â you nod, already feeling the tightening of your abdominal muscles. Youâre still sensitive from your first orgasm, and itâs way too easy for him to get you there again, especially with the way his cock drags against your inner walls and sets your entire body on fire.
âFuck, youâre getting so tight, Angel, holy shit-â Mingyu groans deeply, pressing his forehead against your own. Each panting breath, each whimpered moan and grunt that escapes Mingyu has you closer and closer to the edge.
He should seriously consider getting a job reading erotica for money, like on the Quinn app or something, because fuck, no man has ever sounded this sexy before.Â
âCome on,â he encourages you, âI wonât be able to last, fuck- youâre gonna cum with me, right?â
âYeah-â
âYouâre close?â
âYes-â You dig your nails into his shoulders, closing your eyes and focusing on the way heâs circling your clit.Â
âPlease, please, please,â he practically begs, bringing his lips to your ear. âBe a good girl and cum for me again, come on, Angel, cum on my cock.â
You explode around him, crying out. Your legs tighten around his hips, and Mingyuâs entire body shudders as he cums with you. You can feel your core throbbing around him, milking him of his cum as he fills you to your absolute limit.
Youâre both gasping, holding each other like life lines while orgasms ravage your bodies. Itâs Heaven, but from the way your muscles are contracting, itâs also a little bit of Hell. Nothing has felt this good, but you know youâre going to be exhausted in the morning- fuck, youâre already exhausted.
Mingyuâs thrusts have faltered, but he tries to ride you through your highs. Soon, heâs half collapsing on top of you, your sweaty chests pressed together. Then heâs kissing you desperately, and it feels like youâre both pouring a thousand unsaid words into the meeting of your lips.
You make out for a short while, and then Mingyu pulls out of you, reaching for the kleenex box on your nightstand. âHere,â he offers, holding it between your thighs to stop any cum from dripping onto the bed.
âThanks,â you let out a small laugh. âIâm gonna head to the bathroom.â
âGood idea.â
Your legs are wobbly when you stand up, and it reminds you of the first time youâd gotten off the back of his bike.
You donât mind Mingyu making it hard for you to walk, in both ways.
Inside the bathroom, you do your best to use the toilet and clean up the cum. After double checking yourself in the mirror and deciding to brush your teeth for good measure, you head back to your bedroom⊠which is where you find Mingyu flipping through the most recent book youâve been reading.
Your heart lurches into your throat, body freezing in the doorway.Â
âI didnât know you read this sort of thing,â Mingyu muses, looking up at you.
âWhat?â you squeak.
âErotica,â he responds casually. âThis seems interesting though.â
You slowly approach the bed, joining Mingyu under the covers while he reaches to put your book back on your nightstand.Â
âUhâŠâ you donât even know what to say. âI didnât mean for you to see that.â
Mingyu laughs, pulling you close to his chest. âWhy not? Itâs not like Iâm judging you.â
âYouâre not?â
âNope. Why would I? I think I read somewhere that men like visual porn and women lean towards the written stuff, nothing to be ashamed of.â
He really is the perfect man.
âPlus, I keep seeing shit on tiktok about booktok girls needing their bikertok boy, I donât mind filling that role for you.â Another nonchalant comment that makes your heart do somersaults. âAlthough⊠arenât all of you booktok girls into masked men and threesomes and shit?â
His words make you hide your face against his chest, shyness overcoming you.Â
âSorry, was that an overstep?â he laughs, rubbing your back with a large, warm hand.
âNo, Iâm just not used to talking about this, especially not with guys I just slept with.â
âThe erotica you read is the fantasy youâre interested in, it would be a shame never to talk about it,â Mingyu muses. âThat threesome between the demon knight and the guardian angel seemed pretty interesting.â
âGod, you really werenât supposed to read the book on my nightstand.â You can feel your skin getting hotter with embarrassment with each passing second.
âYouâre adorable.â Mingyu cuddles you closer. âLook, Iâm just going to put this out there, and if your answer is a no, then itâs a no⊠If you ever did want to try a threesome, Wonwoo would be into it.â
Now your heart is really racing, and your entire body stiffens in Mingyuâs embrace.
âShit, my bad for even suggesting it,â Mingyu apologizes immediately.
âItâs not thatâŠâ you take a deep breath. If youâre going to continue things with Mingyu, he needs to know about your past - however unimportant it is - with Wonwoo. âLook⊠I uh⊠I matched with Wonwoo on a dating app last summer, nothing came out of it, but, I donât know, I still feel awkward around him.â
Mingyu is silent for a few seconds, and youâre too scared to look up at his face, too scared of the expression you might find there.
âThat would actually explain a lot,â Mingyu says finally.Â
âIt would?â
âYeah, when I first introduced you two, he was more of an asshole than usual. And that first time I offered you a ride on my bike, he just took off. I kind of chalked it up to him being socially awkward sometimes around cute girls, but, now things make a bit more sense.â
âIâm sorry I didnât tell you earlier.â
âItâs all good,â Mingyu assures you, rubbing your back. âHonestly, Iâm pretty tired. How do you feel about the two of us staying here tonight, cuddling till we fall asleep, and talking more about this in the morning?â
You let out a sigh of relief. âThat actually sounds perfect.â
Twelve - Wonwoo
As if listening to you and Mingyu fuck the first time wasnât enough, Wonwoo had been woken up at three am, and then again at seven to the sound of your moans carrying through his walls.
His room is dark thanks to his black out curtains, but in the blackness of his room, Wonwoo finally snaps. Heâd done his best to wear noise cancellers the first time, to put his head under his pillow the second, but now, Wonwoo has lost all of his resolve.
Your small whimpers are simply too hard to resist, and as Wonwooâs hand slips down to his aching cock, he canât help but wonder what would have happened if things had worked out with you all those months ago. It could be him that youâre under right now, not his best friend, and thatâs a conflicting thought.Â
Wonwoo lets out a quiet sigh as he begins to stroke his hard length. He closes his eyes, focusing on the muffled sounds of pleasure that make it through the walls.
When Mingyu had first mentioned that Wonwooâs escapades had been keeping you up, heâd dismissed it, but now after being woken three times, he can see your annoyance.Â
Heâll have to try to go easier on you.Â
As Wonwoo works himself up to your moans, he wonders if youâve ever been in this exact situation; touching yourself while he got off with someone else just a few feet through a wall.
The thought sends a shiver up Wonwooâs spine and he shifts under his duvet, tossing the fabric off of himself, abdominal muscles clenching with delight.
From the sound of Mingyuâs thrusts and the headboard hitting the wall, Wonwooâs pretty sure Mingyu is close already- fuck, he would be too if he had you to bury his morning wood into. And from the noises escaping you, Wonwoo knows youâre just as close.
He applies more pressure to his aching cock, speeding up his strokes- Wonwoo wants to cum with you and his roommate, although heâs not quite sure why.Â
Sure, once you both cum, his entertainment is over, but thereâs a need to be paired with you both, something that goes beyond a voyeuristic act like watching porn, which he could easily switch to when youâre finished if he wanted to prolong the experience.
A muffled âFuck, Iâm closeâ has Wonwooâs entire body tensing, and as your moans crescendo, the tightly wound knot inside of him snaps. He lets out a gasp, pumping his cock while ropes of his own cum paint his chest.Â
He wishes his hand was you, but the image of you instead of his hand is enough to make another wave of pleasure pass over him. He works himself through it to the point of overstimulation, finally stopping when the headboard sounds cease.
Wonwoo lays there for a moment, eyes closed, catching his breath.
When he finally turns his phone flashlight on and looks down at his chest, he realizes heâs cum more listening to you and Mingyu fuck than heâs probably ever cum inside of a girl.
Itâs then that Wonwoo realizes how truly screwed he is.Â
Thirteen
Seungkwan had nearly spat out his drink when youâd revealed Mingyuâs offer to invite Wonwoo into your bed. Soonyoungâs jaw had dropped, and itâs stayed that way. Seokmin looks like heâs having a panic attack, his cheeks all flushed, his hands tugging at the neckline of his dress shirt.
âSo what are you going to do?â Seungkwan asks finally, taking a sip of his Gin and Tonic with his wide eyes glued to you.
âIâm honestly not sure,â you admit, letting out a sigh.
âBitch,â Seungkwan rolls his eyes, âdonât give us that. You read smutty threesome shit all the time, and here you are, being propositioned by your hot neighbour and his best friend, who both ride motorcycles, I might add- this is a fucking no brainer and we all know it.â
âYouâve been wanting a proper fuck session forever,â Soonyoung agrees.
âItâs actually like⊠one of your biggest things,â Seokmin points out, nodding.Â
âBut donât you think this would be messy?â you ask. âLike, if these were randoms Iâd never see again, it would be one thing- but they live next to me, and Iâm low key dating Mingyu. Wonwoo doesnât seem like the polyamory type.â
âBabes,â Seungkwan reaches a hand across the table to squeeze your forearm, âThis doesnât have to be polyamory. Wonwoo can just be some dude that fucks you with his bestie sometimes. You can mostly focus on Mingyu, I mean, after all, we all know you and Wonwoo donât even really like each other after the whole⊠ghosting thing.âÂ
âWhich is so valid,â Seokmin assures you, also reaching out to grab your hand. âWho suggests a group motorcycle trip as a first date, that was very stupid.â
âPlus, didnât you mention hearing Wonwoo fuck some girl through your wall?â Soonyoung asks, playing with the straw in his bellini. âI bet youâre wondering why she was being so loud. I mean, obviously his dick game must be good.â
âI have been wondering,â you admit. âMingyu is so soft with me, so good and gentle- Wonwoo seems like he might be the opposite.â
âAnd youâll never really know until you give this a try.â Seungkwan pats your hand encouragingly. âI think you have your answer, babes. Go make those smutty dreams of yours come true, or youâll regret it the rest of your life.âÂ
Fourteen
Mingyuâs been coming over more and more often. Even though his place is just next door, he tends to have a preference for holding you until he passes out in your bed. You donât mind, being in his arms helps you get the best rest youâve had in ages, and you never feel closer to him than you do when you wake up next to him in the morning.
Itâs a Sunday, and youâre laying in bed. Mingyu had gotten up, decided heâd wanted you for breakfast, fucked your brains out, and now, youâre stroking each others skin while you catch your breaths.
âAre you thinking about something?â Mingyu asks, and you realize he must have noted your silence.
You take a deep breath, looking up into his eyes. Heâs done his best to foster an environment of safety- you know you can talk to him about anything, and now seems as good a time as any to broach a few subjects that have been weighing you down.
âWhat are we doing?â you ask.
âWeâre cuddling?â
You let out a laugh. âNo, I mean⊠what are we doing? Like⊠Iâve really enjoyed getting to know you, and from the way you spoke at the start of all of this, it sounded like you were looking for a relationship, but ever since you mentioned inviting Wonwoo into bed, I guess Iâm just a little confused about⊠the trajectory of this. Sharing the girl you want to date exclusively with your bestie just doesnât seem like a usual start to a new relationship.âÂ
âValid question,â he nods. âI can see where I caused some confusion⊠I guess, I mean- Itâs not that I want to date you exclusively, I already am dating you exclusively, and I have been since the start.â
While this is news to you, you suppose itâs not the most surprising thing. Mingyu has been spending so much time with you lately, heâd have to be Superman or the worldâs more snakey person to be able to juggle anyone else.
âWhen it comes to the whole Wonwoo thing- If Iâm being honest, weâve been friends forever. Weâve had like⊠three or four threesomes together? So I guess I feel comfortable inviting him because we have that foundation of trust there, and based on the stuff you read - correct me if Iâm wrong - but I think a threesome is on your bucket list.â
Now this is some hot gossip. Youâd never for a moment considered the idea that Wonwoo and Mingyu have shared girls together before- but now that the idea is out in the open, you feel stupid for it having never crossed your mind.Â
âSo there really wouldnât be any jealousy or any problems if Wonwoo joined us?â you clarify.
âThere never have been before. Wonwooâs not the relationship type. If I honestly thought there would be a problem, I wouldnât have brought it up,â Mingyu tells you. âSounds like youâre open to it.â
âI am,â you admit. âAlso⊠Iâm exclusively seeing you too, by the way.â
Mingyu laughs. âI know, Angel. Wonwoo is an exception, the only exception.â
âAgreed.âÂ
âSoâŠâ Mingyu pulls you tighter to his chest. âAre we gonna bring this up with him?â
âDo you want to ask him?â
âI think we should do it together.â
The idea of bringing this up with Wonwoo makes your heart race. âYou think heâll react okay?â
âAngel, he matched with you on Tinder before, and tried to take you out three times, even if you did ghost him, youâre way too sexy for him to ever say no to.â
Fifteen
When youâd arrived at Mingyuâs place after dinner, heâd suggested a movie night. Wonwoo usually gets off work around one am, and with his Harley, Mingyu expected him to be back at one thirty at the latest.Â
Around midnight, youâd fallen asleep, with Mingyu following close behind, and when the sound of the front door unlocking finally pulls you from your slumber, a quick check at the clock tells you itâs already past two.
Mingyu groans behind you, pulling you closer, pressing his lips to the back of your neck.Â
Wonwoo walks into the den area in time to see the exchange, and he pauses by the open concept kitchen, staring at you in the dim darkness of the space.Â
âWhat are you doing out here on the couch?â he asks.
âWe were waiting for you,â you say softly, pushing at Mingyuâs hand in an effort to wake him up fully.
Wonwoo stays quiet, and after a moment, Mingyu finally groans and sits up, turning to look at his best friend. Mingyu rubs at his eyes, yawning. âWe have something to talk to you about,â he mumbles.
âLet's hear it,â Wonwoo sighs, setting his helmet and gloves onto the kitchen counter before he goes to remove his leather jacket.
âYou know what⊠maybe itâs too late for this,â you suggest, turning to look at Mingyu.
âDonât be shy,â he encourages you, pulling you closer and kissing your throat.Â
You note the way your body reacts, head tilting to the side to give him better access. Itâs clear that youâre not as afraid of being watched as youâd thought you might be, and when your gaze shifts to Wonwoo, you find him staring at the place where you and Mingyuâs bodies connect.
A muscle in his jaw feathers, and you see the way his fist clenches at his side, but he stays silent.
âDo you want me to do it?â Mingyu asks.
âYes, please.â
Mingyu gives a reassuring kiss to your cheek. âI know you two have a past-â he begins.
âShe told you about that, did she?â Wonwoo interrupts.
âUh huh, sheâs a good girl like that,â Mingyu holds you tighter. âAnyways, I know you two have a past, and I know youâre attracted to each other-â
âMingyu.â Thereâs a warning tone in Wonwooâs voice now, and it makes your skin tingle.Â
âIâm too tired to do this right,â Mingyu sighs, âbut listen, she wants to try a threesome, weâve done threesomes, I figured Iâd put it on the table, if youâre interested.â
Wonwoo stands in the kitchen for a moment, then he lets out a sigh, turning and placing both of his hands on the counter. He looks down at the ground, and you wonder whatâs going through his head.
âArenât you two dating?â he asks finally.
You open your mouth to respond but decide to shut it, turning to Mingyu to allow him to answer. âYeah, I mean, weâre exclusive.â
âHow can you be exclusive if youâre inviting me into a fucking threesome?â Wonwoo snaps.
âBecause youâre you,â Mingyu shrugs. âWhy do you seem mad?â
Wonwoo lets out a deep sigh. âThis isnât the right way to start a relationship, Gyu.â
You find it comical that Wonwoo - of all people - is trying to school Mingyu on how to treat a girl.Â
âIâm pretty confident in us,â Mingyu grins, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You kind of love how sure he is, and it makes your trust in the budding relationship feel even stronger. âLook, if you donât want to-â
âI want to.âÂ
It feels like the air is knocked from your lungs. Yes, youâve considered this for weeks, but part of you never really thought it would get this far, never thought Wonwoo would actually agree-
âIâve been listening to you two fuck through a wall for weeks,â Wonwoo continues. âOf course I fucking want to.â
âSo whatâs the problem?â Mingyu asks, brows furrowing at why his friend still sounds so angry.
Wonwoo turns to look at you. âThis is going to complicate things.â
âOnly if you let it,â Mingyu argues. âLook, youâre both overthinkers, and I get that, but with me here, Iâll keep us all grounded, I promise.â
âItâs not that easy,â Wonwoo sighs.
âIt can be, if you both let it be.â He sounds so sure, and you want to believe him on this-
âSo is this just going to be a one time thing?â Wonwoo asks, and you note the way his gaze shifts from his roommate to you. Then you feel Mingyuâs eyes too.
âUh⊠I hadnât thought that far,â you admit.
âWe could always just go with the flow,â Mingyu suggests.
âYou know Iâm not that kind of guy,â Wonwoo retorts.
âHonestly, I know it was just a simple case of ghosting, but you two donât seem to actually like each other that much,â Mingyu points out, âunless Iâm misreading something. So how about we give it a shot, and go from there?â
Wonwoo looks to you, and after a moment to consider it, you nod, he mirrors the motion soon after.
âFine. Iâm in.â
âCan you try to sound more enthusiastic?â Mingyu teases. âThis is my Angel Iâm letting you get a taste of.â
âDonât test your luck,â Wonwoo warns. âAre we doing this right now?â
âIâm already half hard just thinking about it,â Mingyu grins. âAre you up for this, Angel?â
Things are happening a little fast for you, but you worry that if you donât bite the bullet and try this now, you might chicken out if you give yourself enough time to overthink and talk yourself out of it.Â
âLetâs do it,â you respond.Â
Wonwoo stares at you from the kitchen, and you wait to see who will move first. Finally, Wonwoo nods. âOkay, my room.â
He walks away without another word. Mingyu is quick to get up, reaching down to tug you to your feet. Youâre a little shocked at how abrupt Wonwoo is being, and how quick Mingyu is to act on Wonwooâs locational choice.
Youâve never seen the inside of Wonwooâs room, and you find it even more minimally furnished than the rest of the apartment. With nothing but a bed, a dresser and a gaming station set up, Wonwoo clearly has very few loves in his life. There are no books, no clothes strewn about- it almost looks like a room straight from the Ikea Catalogue with the theme âmy ocd teenage gamerâs sanctuary.â
The only thing of any true interest, is a tiled wall mount light piece, and from the way Wonwoo is standing near it and looking down at his phone, youâre pretty sure itâs bluetooth. As Mingyu leads you to go sit with him on the bed, the tiles begin to change colour, and youâre not even surprised when Wonwoo goes for a red hue that makes this entire situation feel correctly sinful.
Mingyu sits behind you, prompting you to settle on his lap. His hands find your thighs, stroking you through your sweatpants. You can tell heâs waiting on something, and when Wonwoo finally looks up at the two of you, setting his phone down, you realize just how much power youâre about to hand over to the man youâd ghosted all those months ago.
Wonwoo approaches you and Mingyu, coming to stand right in front of you. He meets your gaze, but heâs quiet. You hold your tongue, knowing that now is not the time to start being a brat.
âSo,â Wonwoo says finally. âMy guess is Mingyuâs been going easy on you since you started fucking.â
Mingyu lets out a laugh behind you, and you find yourself wanting to defend him. âI wouldnât say heâs been going easy on me-â
âIâm going to make an assessment, and youâre going to tell me if Iâm wrong,â Wonwoo states. âYou look like the kind of girl who wants to be dominated. The shy ones can sometimes be the kinkiest girls youâll ever meet, and something tells me that if youâre interested in a threesome - interested enough to let me be the one to come in here and fuck you - youâve got some specific itches that need to be scratched. Mingyuâs a vanilla boy. He doesnât even like to call sleeping with a girl fucking. Iâm betting he gives you everything you want, never makes you work for it, or beg for it, or any of that shit. The guy wakes up three times a night to rail you for fuckâs sake. So Iâm guessing, even though he probably meets most of your needs, thereâs something youâre missing that Mingyu thinks I can provide.â
Mingyuâs mouth finds your throat, pressing soft kisses that wordlessly tell you heâs not about to answer this assessment, itâs fully on you.
âIâŠâ you swallow thickly. âI guess, I mean, that sounds correct.â
âYouâre happy with Mingyu.â Itâs more of a statement than a question, but you find the need to answer it anyways, so you nod quickly.Â
âVery happy.â
âBut he doesnât dominate you.â
You shake your head.
âAnd tonight, you want someone to tell you what to do.â
You nod.
âYou want someone to make you scream the way I made that other girl scream, the girl that kept you up at night. You want what I was giving her.â
âGod, yes,â you admit, letting out a shuddery breath. You can feel Mingyu smile against your throat, and he wraps his arms tighter around you, holding you close to his chest. You can feel his cock straining up against your ass, and itâs driving you wild already.
âWhatâs off the table?â Wonwoo asks. âBe thorough.â
âI think⊠no anal. Hard pass on anal, at least, right now,â you start. âAnd⊠please donât be mean to me? Like⊠donât degrade me?â
âIf youâre our good girl, there will be no reason to degrade you, will there?â Wonwoo says smoothly, reaching out to cup your jaw. His thumb brushes by your lips and you open your mouth for him, accepting the digit that presses flat to your tongue. âSee, youâre just a good girl looking for direction, there wonât be a problem tonight.â
He removes his hand, and part of you mourns the loss.Â
âEverything else is on the table?â he clarifies.
âNothing gross.â
âNothing gross,â Wonwoo repeats with a laugh. âI guess thatâs all subjective, but I get what you mean.â
God, you wonder what dirty, nasty things this man has done in his lifetime.Â
âSafeword?â Wonwoo asks next.
You take a deep breath, only needing a moment to consider one. âHarley.âÂ
Mingyu groans behind you, his hands teasing up your thighs, closer and closer to where you need him while he begins to suck on your sweet spot. You can tell from his reaction that the safe word pleased him, and you know that everyone is aware how close you are to letting the fun actually begin.
Wonwoo has done his due diligence, now, he just has to do you.
âGyu, how about you get her warmed up?â Wonwoo suggests, and the man youâre sitting on wastes no time with the request. Mingyu immediately slips his hand under the waistband of your sweatpants, fingers finding your clit through your panties while you squirm on his lap.
âFuck,â Mingyu groans, âsheâs so wet already.â
âThatâs no surprise,â Wonwoo says nonchalantly, pivoting and moving away.
You watch him go, curious as to what heâs up to. Mingyu, meanwhile, is focused on getting your attention. He pushes your panties to the side, stroking your pussy, teasing as if heâs about to dip his fingers into you, only to circle your clit again.
You snap way too easily, turning to press kisses along his jaw. You reach a hand up to cup his cheek, prompting him to meet your lips. All it takes is a little tongue action for Mingyu to also break, finally slipping a digit into your wet core.
You whimper at the feeling, grinding down on his hand. The wiggling of your hips adds friction to the front of Mingyuâs pants, and he releases his own groan of pleasure.Â
He adds a second finger and you find yourself gasping. Your thighs spread to accommodate Mingyu. His slow stroking is driving you wild, and the ever constant pressure on your clit only intensifies the situation.
âLay her down,â Wonwooâs voice snaps you out of your Mingyu haze, and you break the kiss to blink up at Wonwoo.
You notice something in his hands, but before you can get a better look, Mingyu is pulling his hand from your core and standing up, taking you with him.Â
He gently places you onto the bed, tearing off your pants. His fingers go to hook in your underwear, but one tutting sound from Wonwoo makes him stop in his tracks.
âLeave those on for now,â Wonwoo instructs. âYou might be skipping things because youâre needy, but I remember your panty kink.â
Panty kink? Mingyu has a panty kink?
Fuck.
You wonder how much Wonwoo knows about Mingyuâs sexual preferences, things that you havenât even learned yet.
No matter how worried you were about this before you agreed to a threesome, itâs becoming more and more clear that Wonwoo might carry the keys to unlocking Mingyuâs full potential in bed- now, youâre worried what that means for the fully monogamous aspect of your relationship.
âTake off your shirt and bra for us,â Wonwoo prompts next. âI want to see you.â
His voice had softened at the end of the request, and the fact that Wonwoo has a good mix between commanding, and a tone thatâs almost on the pleading side, has you immediately making good on what heâs just asked of you.
You slip your shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. Arching your back, you get at the clasp of your bra, and soon, it joins the discarded fabric next to the bed.
Mingyu gets onto the mattress between your thighs, his hands stroking up your legs, which spread for him again.
âHere,â Wonwoo tosses the thing heâd been holding onto your chest.
When you pick it up, you realize itâs a blindfold.
Wonwoo meets your questioning gaze. âPut that on. You trust us, right?âÂ
You swallow thickly, then, you slip on the blindfold, obscuring your vision completely.
âThatâs our good girl,â Wonwoo muses, and his satisfaction has your core throbbing. Heâs being a lot nicer than youâd hoped he would be- part of you had wondered if this would a rage fueled fuck, revenge for the ghosting. But the way Wonwooâs treating you- itâs clear he has no animosity toward you for your past, regardless of the cold way heâs been acting toward you up until tonight.
Even with the blindfold, itâs clear whoâs still rubbing your legs. And when Mingyu shifts his weight, bending down to press kisses along your inner thighs, you know itâs still him.
Although there arenât any surprises happening in terms of who is touching you, with your vision cut off, every brush of Mingyu against your skin feels even more intense. Without the pressure of keeping your eyes open, or following the action with your gaze, you can simply lay back and enjoy whatâs happening.
Mingyuâs mouth reaches your core, and his breath through the fabric makes you twitch.
When his tongue makes contact with your wet panties, you both let out groans. The world seems suspended in anticipated pleasure, if even just for a moment, before Mingyu practically dives in.
His tongue pushes at your panties, and the teasing aspect of his muscle prodding at your core has your stomach already twisting into knots. Itâs like heâs trying to devour your underwear, trying to push his tongue through so he can get at you-
Youâd never imagined keeping your pussy covered with a thin piece of fabric would reveal to you how desperate Mingyu is to properly be eating you.
Your hands reach down, tangling in Mingyuâs hair, and you begin to grind against his face, using his nose to add pressure to your clit.
Something brushes by your nipple, and you practically jump at the contact. Then, the soft bud is pinched between two fingers. Itâs not a hard pinch, not enough to hurt, but enough to have your pussy throbbing even more from the idea of pain.Â
You also know that itâs Wonwoo who has finally decided to touch you, and youâre kind of scared of the effect thatâs having.
Mingyu doesnât even notice his friend beginning to play with your tits, heâs much too distracted by licking your core through your panties. Youâd bet that if you took your blind fold off right now, youâd find his own eyes closed, his mind completely consumed by the act of being close to your pussy without really being able to get at it.
âDoes he feel good?â Wonwoo asks.
âUh huh,â you nod, tightening your grip in Mingyuâs hair so you can grind harder against his mouth.
âHeâs already nearly breaking,â Wonwoo muses, âhow far along are you?â
âI-â You swallow thickly. âI donât know.â
âI want you to enjoy the teasing, want you to be brought to the edge like this, and when youâre finally about to snap, Iâll let him pull your panties to the side. You can ride his face while you cum for us.â
Your muscles clench at his words, and you nod quickly. âOkay.â
âWhere are your manners?â He pinches your nipple even more roughly, and you let out a delighted squeal.
âOkay, yes, thank you, thank you, Wonwoo,â you correct yourself.
âGood girl.â The pinching subsides, but you almost miss the pain. âYou look good like this.â
âThank you!â you blurt out, not wanting to fumble your manners so early just because heâs being sweet to you.
Wonwooâs fingers leave your breast, and your focus shifts to Mingyu again. Heâs begun rubbing his nose against your clit, and youâd bet that Wonwooâs words about getting you to the edge have inspired the motion.
Mingyu knows that clit stimulus will get you there faster than the teasing of his tongue along your panties, and you give yourself to the pleasure heâs providing.
Wet lips wrap around your nipple and your body jolts. One your hands immediately flies to the back of Wonwooâs head, threading through his soft curls while he sucks on you. He releases a groan of satisfaction. You respond with a whimper of your own, pushing your chest up toward his mouth.
Nothing has ever felt like this.
Having two sexy men worship you is making your body short circuit faster than it ever has before.
You can feel your orgasm rising in your stomach, and before you even know it, youâre letting out a gasp. âFuck, Iâm close- shit, thank you, fuck, Iâm gonna-â
You canât even finish your sentence, Mingyu tugs your panties to the side, pushing two digits into your hole while his lips find your clit, sucking the sensitive bud while he groans like a starved man.
Wonwooâs teeth simultaneously graze your nipple, and the combination of stimuli is enough to throw you over the edge.
Your pussy clamps down on Mingyuâs fingers, waves of pleasure exploding out from your core. The loudest moan youâve ever released sings out of you, and your grip tightens in both of their curls. Youâre used to having one anchor, Mingyu, who you hold onto to keep you from floating too high to cloud nine, but now, even with two anchors, you still find yourself drifting away into a state of bliss youâve never even dreamed of.
Wonwooâs free hand finds your neglected breast, and a pinch at your nipple has even more electric energy surging through you, your back arching at how intense this all is.
Mingyu hasnât stopped between your thighs, his fingers are unrelenting inside of your throbbing core, his tongue flicking your clit better than any vibrator or toy ever has.
You cum, and cum, and cum-
Mingyu releases a sinful groan, and you can feel something splash your inner thighs. Mingyu pulls away from your clit, licking up the liquid-
Wonwooâs mouth leaves your breasts, and you can feel his gaze slipping between your legs.
âFuck, I didnât know you could squirt, baby,â he muses, massaging your breast in a way that almost feels loving.
âI didnât-â you struggle to speak amidst your moans, âI canât-
âNo oneâs ever made you squirt before?â Wonwoo finishes your sentence for you.
âNo, sir, I mean- yes, sir-â
You hear Wonwoo let out a chuckle, and he pinches your nipple, making you cry out even more. âSir, huh? Looks like our good girl has really learned her manners, Gyu.â
Youâre not sure where the title had come from, but calling Wonwoo âsirâ had just felt right, it still feels right, as you writhe against his bed sheets.
âOkay, I think thatâs enough,â Wonwoo sighs. Fingers brush by your cheek, and the sudden touch makes you flinch. âSheâs crying, Gyu.â
Mingyu groans deeply, his fingers coming to a stop in your pussy. When he removes them, and both men pull away, you can finally take a deep breath after the intensity of your orgasm. Your entire body shudders as you try to steady yourself after what theyâve just given you.
In the periphery, you can hear a wet sucking sound, and youâd bet your life that Mingyu is licking his fingers clean.
âSquirting all over him like that got your boyfriend hard as fuck, baby, I think Iâll be nice and let him fuck you now.â
God, thereâs so much you want to think about with that sentence- specifically the way Wonwoo just referred to Mingyu as your boyfriend, a term that you havenât yet used- but youâre also so needy for Mingyuâs cock now that you canât sit and ponder the relationship development.Â
âYes, please, Mingyu, fuck, need your cock-â you whine, reaching down to tug your panties off-
Another set of hands grabs the fabric, and before you can fumble to get your underwear down your legs, Mingyu simply tears them in two to get at you.
His cockhead is rubbing against your soaked folds a moment later, and you let out a whimper of desperation.Â
âFuck, Angel, youâre doing so good for us,â Mingyu groans, slipping the head into you.
âGyu-â you whimper, grabbing at the bed sheets, your eyes rolling into the back of your head from the stretch of his girthy tip.
âYouâre so fucking wet,â he tells you, one hand flattening on your abdomen to keep you still. âI could slide all the way in like this-â
âDo it,â Wonwoo says simply. âBet sheâd fucking love that.â
âI would,â you agree, whimpering at the idea of him filling you up with one powerful thrust. âPlease, split me open-â
The words no sooner leave your mouth than Mingyu is doing just as youâd asked. In one motion, he sinks the entirety of his cock into your wet, ready hole.Â
His hips hit flush to your own, and you release something between a cry and a scream. Your inner walls struggle desperately to accommodate the large intrusion that your body is still not used to even after fucking Mingyu countless times.
Before Mingyu, âLike a Virginâ had just been a Madonna song, now, itâs something you understand completely.
Mingyuâs mouth finds your neck as he leans his entire, large, muscled body over your own. His lips are hot as they suckle on your sweet spot, and you grab at his strong shoulders, wrapping your legs around his hips.
He starts slow with his motions, only pulling out slightly. With each small rut, his cock sinks so deep that it hits a spot that makes you go mind numb.
Youâre a gasping, wriggling mess for Mingyu, and from the sounds leaving his own lips, you know he loves it.
His pace starts to increase. You can feel your pussy tingling with each thrust, the vein along the underside of his cock stimulating your walls perfectly.
Mingyu draws your lips to his own, and you find yourself in a desperate clash of tongues.Â
âHow cute,â Wonwooâs voice draws you back to reality. âFor the record, baby, Iâve never seen Mingyu this into someone.â
God, why is he being so nice to you?
Why does the thought that you make Mingyu come undone unlike anyone else have your pussy throbbing?
Your hand moves before your mind even registers what youâre doing. It flails out toward Wonwooâs voice, and youâre pretty sure you make contact with his thigh.
âWhat are you doing?â Wonwoo asks, tone shifting.
You break the kiss with Mingyu, and his lips find your throat while you address his friend. âWanna touch.â
Wonwoo is silent, and moments feel like minutes. Then, you hear a belt buckle, and a zipper being pulled down.
âYou just wanna touch?â Wonwoo prompts.Â
Before you can even respond, Mingyu is nipping at your ear. Heâs breathing heavily, fucking you faster. âDo you wanna suck him off, Angel? I wonât be mad if you do.â
This is a threesome, it wouldnât be fair if Wonwoo didnât get a bit of you tooâŠ
âYes.â
âYes, what?â Wonwoo prompts.
âYes, I wanna suck you off,â you clarify, doing your best to make your voice sound confident.
Mingyu groans, and then he pulls off of you. You whine at the loss of him, but he flips you onto all fours, pulling your ass into the air so he can push his cock into you again. You do your best to steady yourself on your hands, and the bed dips in front of you, signaling Wonwooâs arrival.
âHere,â Wonwooâs voice is soft, as soft as his touch when he pulls the blindfold off of you. âWanna see that pretty face when you choke around my cock.â
In the red light from the tiled wall mount, Wonwoo looks insane. Yeah, a little insane in the crazy way, but insanely sexy too.
Heâs taken his shirt off, and youâre shocked to find washboard abs that make you drool immediately. His curls are all flouncy and illuminated by the red, like a halo, or even devil horns. His jeans are undone, but he doesnât have his cock out yet, which you kind of appreciate.
Although you can see his length straining against the black denim, he didnât immediately stick his dick down your throat, heâs giving you time to adjust to the new position.
You blink up at him, and Wonwoo smiles, cupping your cheek. âYouâre doing so good, baby.â
âSo good,â Mingyu echoes, digging his fingers into your hips as he begins to fuck you like a mad man.
âSir,â you breathe.
âYes, baby?â
âCan I suck you off now?â
Wonwooâs grin widens. âGo for it.â
You realize heâs not going to help you take his cock out, not yet at least. Itâs difficult to hold yourself up with one hand while Mingyu fucks you, your free one reaching for his jeans. You hook your fingers in the fabric, trying to tug them down.
Part of you thinks Wonwoo likes watching you struggle. Heâs said heâd be nice, wouldnât degrade you, and heâs not, but this feels like itâs bordering on humiliation.Â
Here you are, getting fucked stupid, holding yourself up on one shaky hand while the other tugs desperately at his pants, trying to free his cock so you can have it sink down your throat-
âYouâre cute,â Wonwoo muses, finally giving in.
He pushes his pants down, his cock springing up against his abdomen.
Heâs long. Maybe not as long as Mingyu, and not as thick either, but that just means you might actually be able to take him fully into your mouth, unlike your boyfriendâs monster cock that you canât even fully suck halfway.
Even though Wonwoo isnât as big as Mingyu, heâs confident in himself, and that makes things all the more sexy.
He grabs the base of his length, holding the tip out for you.
Meeting his eyes, you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue.
Wonwoo taps himself along the wet muscle, then he teases the tip just past your lips- you go to wrap your mouth around him, only for him to pull back with a laugh. âEager, are you?â
You nod, âuh huh.â
He doesnât even tut at you for your lack of manners, after all, youâre still holding your mouth open for him, unwilling to close it if even for a few moments to say a âyes, sir.â
âI guess I can give it to you,â Wonwoo sighs. Although heâs trying to sound unbothered, you can tell from his leaky red tip that heâs just as turned on by this as you are. You can see through Wonwoo now, and you wonder how thatâs going to impact your opinion of him.
This man who likes to seem hard and domineering, who likes to appear nonchalant- you wonder what kind of thoughts are swimming in that pretty head of is.
Wonwoo slips his cock into your mouth, and you immediately begin to suck it, twirling your tongue along the tip. He pushes in another inch, testing your abilities. His eyes are fixed on yours, and you stare up at him, wanting to please.
Mingyu fucks you harder, prompting you forward onto Wonwooâs cock. You take more and more of him, doing your best to relax and focus on the pleasure Mingyu is giving you, rather than the uncomfortable feeling of a heavy dick on your tongue.
You enjoy giving oral, but youâve always found it easier to have some other stimulus to anchor yourself- Mingyuâs cock splitting you open is just the right amount of distraction. When Wonwoo hits the back of your throat, you hardly choke, too enraptured by Mingyu behind you to carefully about your gag reflex.
âFuck, thatâs good,â Wonwoo tells you, having watched for your limits and reactions.
He begins to thrust now, matching Mingyuâs motions. Itâs a push pull, and you kind of love being used like this, having two cock filling you up. Theyâre almost synchronized, and it turns you on that theyâve done this before, that theyâre familiar with each other.
You couldnât imagine a better pair to lose your threesome virginity to.
Wonwooâs hand grabs your hair, and you watch as he throws his head bad, letting out a groan.
Fuck, heâs so sexy- they both are. Mingyuâs grip on your hips is even tighter, and you know what that means.
âIâm close,â your boyfriend announces.
âWell I just started,â Wonwoo retorts. âHold it.â
Youâre shocked that Mingyu doesnât even fight back, his thrusts simply slow down a notch. Wonwoo, meanwhile, speeds up, and you do your best to hollow your cheeks around his cock, sucking on him like youâve never sucked on anyone before.
âYouâre good with your mouth, baby,â Wonwoo praises you.
âSheâs so good,â Mingyu agrees, reaching a hand around your body so he can rub your clit.
You jolt at the contact, pussy clenching desperately around Mingyuâs cock.
âFuck, Woo, weâre both close-â Mingyu groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder, his breath hot across your skin. Â
âI guess I can make this quick,â Wonwoo grunts, hips shuddering.
Mingyu draws fluid, lazy circles on your clit, speckling your shoulders with kisses while he ruts slowly into your core. You suck on Wonwoo diligently, like itâs your job- after all, it is your job to make him cum in order for you and Mingyu to get there too.
The pressure in your abdomen is getting tighter and tighter, youâre not sure how much longer you can hold off, especially with the sounds Mingyuâs making-
âYou two are so needy,â Wonwoo muses, letting out a small chuckle. âFuck.âÂ
âYou gotta let her cum,â Mingyu practically begs. âSheâs squeezing me like a fucking vice, dude- this is torture.â
Wonwooâs hips jolt at Mingyuâs words, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You feel your muscles constrict around both of them, and they both groan in response.
âYouâre too good at this,â Wonwoo tells you. âWhen I cum, you both get to cum.â
Itâs not an outward admittance that heâs close, but you can tell he is. His stomach muscles are clenching with effort as he uses your face, and the small groans of pleasure leaving him are higher in number now.
He fucks your face even faster, and Mingyu takes this as a cue to begin fucking you properly again. âCan you rub your clit, Angel?â he asks. âI need to grab your hips.â
You moan a sound of affirmation around Wonwoo, holding yourself up on one wobbly hand while the other slips between your legs.
âThatâs it,â Mingyu groans, straightening behind you and taking hold of your hips with both hands. His pace matches Wonwooâs now, and you can feel your orgasm so close-
You can almost taste it.
In fact, you can taste Wonwooâs, a strangled gasp escaping him as he cums down your throat suddenly.
âOur turn, Angel,â Mingyu moans, pace quickening to a speed that would almost be painful if it wasnât so pleasurable. Your fingers are rough on your own clit, and you do your best to swallow every drop of Wonwooâs spend.
When he pulls out of your mouth, you breathe in a strangled gasp- only for moans of pleasure to escape you uncensored.
âFuck, thatâs it, Angel, almost there, almost there-â Mingyu groans. âFuck, cum for me, cum for us- fuck, cum on my cock-â
His words throw you over the edge. You lean forward, resting your cheek against Wonwooâs thigh while your orgasm overtakes you. Waves of pleasure surge through your body, making you shake- Mingyuâs hands hold your hips steady, keeping you where he wants you while he fucks you through your high, coating your insides with his thick cum.
Youâre both moaning messes, completely given over to the ecstasy that you find in each other.
Your hand falls from between your legs, and soon, Mingyuâs motions stop. He keeps himself buried inside of you, trying to catch his breath.
âIâll get some tissue,â Wonwoo says. He pulls away from you, and you collapse face first onto the bed, shuddering from the aftershocks of your high.
Mingyuâs hands begin to stoke your body, a silent assurance that you did well for them.
Wonwoo comes back with tissues, and Mingyu pulls out. You bring the kleenex to your dripping hole, careful not to get any cum onto Wonwooâs bed-
Which is when you remember you squirted all over the comforter already.
You lay on your back, giggling to yourself.
âWhatâs so funny?â Wonwoo asks. Fingers go to pinch your nipple and you flinch, rolling away from him.
âI got squirt all over your bed,â you tell him.
âNaughty girl,â he says, but thereâs an inkling of pride in his tone.
âItâs okay,â Mingyu says, reaching to pull you off the bed. âIâm going to go clean her up, you can throw your stuff in the laundry, and we can stay in my room tonight.â
Youâre not sure why the idea of sleeping next to Wonwoo feels more intimate than the fact that he just came down your throat, but ten minutes later, when youâre snuggling between the two men, you find yourself almost unsure of how to act.
Mingyuâs already passed out, soft snores filling the room, and itâs Wonwoo who notices your unease as you shift under the sheets.
âRelax,â he tells you, his hands drawing you to his chest. âYouâre safe with us.â
For some reason, his words actually calm you down, and after a few more deep breaths, you pass out on the chest of the man youâd ghosted over half a year ago.
Epilogue
Itâs been two months since you and Mingyu invited Wonwoo into your bed. Two months of great sex, but itâs even deeper than that.
Mingyu is outwardly your boyfriend, and he loves showing his claim over you every chance he gets, but Wonwoo is still on the fence about where he fits in your relationship.Â
Youâre at the bar where Wonwoo works, itâs a place youâve been becoming more of a regular at. Mingyu is out with Cheol, but heâll be meeting you shortly. Right now, all there is to do is wait and try not to flirt with Wonwoo too hard while he mixes drinks.Â
Wonwoo is chatting with another regular, an old guy who keeps looking over at you. Finally, the man asks, âHow do you two know each other?â
You and Wonwoo exchange a look. You wait for him to define the relationship, after all, out of everyone in your odd little throuple, Wonwooâs the one who likes to go slowest when it comes to relationship milestones.
After a moment of consideration, Wonwoo responds, âSheâs a friend. Dating my roommate.â
âAh, okay,â the man nods.
It hurts for Wonwoo to not claim you the way you wish he would, but at the same time, you understand his hesitancy.Â
When youâd first started fucking Wonwoo, youâd thought he was a doberman to Mingyuâs golden retriever, but now, you think heâs more of a black cat. If you move too fast or too sudden, youâre afraid of scaring him off, and thatâs the last thing youâd want to do.
With a sigh, you lift your drink to your lips. You suppose having one boyfriend who claims you with all of his heart makes up for having another who is still unsure about what to call you.
But it doesnât mean things hurt any less.Â
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âIâm just gonna head outside with Cheol for a quick vape break,â Mingyu tells you, giving you a kiss on the cheek before he exits the bar with his buddy.
You turn to Wonwoo, who is busy mixing some elaborate drink for a group of cougars a few seats down. Itâs a decent night here at his workplace, itâs summer now, so most evenings are good for him.
âIs this seat taken?â You turn to see the regular from a few months ago standing there, and youâre quick to offer him the chair, after all, you and Mingyu will be leaving soon anyways. âDonât I know you from somewhere?â the man asks.
You exchange a look with Wonwoo. âYeah, I uh⊠I met you a few months ago,â you try to explain, pointing at your bartender. âIâm this guyâs friend.â
âRight, dating his roommate, now I remember,â the man nods.
Wonwoo has stopped what heâs doing, and heâs staring at you.
Thereâs a hint of danger in his eyes, and youâre not quite sure why. Then he sets down his drink, coming around the bar, and grabbing your arm. âCome outside,â he instructs.Â
âWhat? Now?â you ask in shock, looking around at the bartop that's full of people who need drinks. âYouâre working!â
âI donât care. Come.â
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á°.á kim mingyu â "sĂł? sĂł."
â bff ! kim mingyu Ă leitora
â gĂȘnero: smut (+ bastante contexto).
â conteĂșdo/avisos: idol! gyu, best friends to...?, vĂĄrios "kim mingyu's", muito diĂĄlogo (eles sĂŁo dois tagarelas), referĂȘncias ao nana tour, "salute" = "saĂșde" (italiano), estimulantes herbais, menção Ă sexo, linguagem imprĂłpria, fingering (f), cum eating, nipple play.
â word count: 3859.
â nota da autora: dia do gyu! âĄ
VocĂȘ sorriu perversa, vendo a peça sendo jogada bem ao seu lado em cima da cama. NĂŁo hesitou, vestiu o moletom assim que Mingyu deu as costas â por cima da blusa mesmo, o tempo estava meio frio, nĂŁo faria diferença. Voltou a mexer no telefone como se nada tivesse acontecido, sabia que cairia na gargalhada se visse a expressĂŁo de decepção no rosto do homem.
"Eu ia vestir esse, sabia?", estalou a lĂngua no cĂ©u da boca, jĂĄ se virando de novo para procurar outra parte de cima.
"Que pena.", vocĂȘ respondeu desinteressada. Era tĂŁo divertido encher o saco de Mingyu, a paciĂȘncia do homem era enorme, mesmo que ele fizesse bico por quase tudo. Ele jogou um moletom diferente em cima da cama, vocĂȘ fingiu interesse. "Hm, na verdade achei esse aqui tĂŁo bonito..."
"Nem vem! Eu que vou dormir com ele.", atropelava as palavras, contrariado. Fingiu estar ainda mais chateadinho quando percebeu que vocĂȘ sĂł estava tirando uma com a cara dele. "TĂŽ indo tomar banho, quer pedir alguma coisa 'pra comer?", juntava as peças que espalhou na cama, colocando-as no ombro junto com a toalha.
"NĂŁo, nĂŁo. Jantei antes de vir.", se esticou no colchĂŁo ainda mais, era como estar em casa. Viu ele acenar e ir para o banheiro.
Os minutos seguintes foram entediantes, haja paciĂȘncia para aguentar os banhos eternos de Mingyu. Ouviu o chuveiro desligar, agora era hora do skincare â vocĂȘ conhecia bem a rotina. Afobada, correu os olhos pelo quarto procurando algo que te entretesse. Deu de cara com uma caixa jogada de canto, parecia intacta, os lacres ainda nĂŁo haviam sido rompidos.
"Gyu, o que tem nessa caixa amarela?", levantou a voz, sabia que ele conseguia te ouvir.
"SĂŁo umas coisas que eu comprei antes de ir 'pra ItĂĄlia. Pode abrir, se quiser.", a resposta veio abafada. O homem sabia que vocĂȘ era curiosa.
Levantou-se com calma, nĂŁo sentindo dificuldade alguma em abrir a caixa. Haviam diversos pacotes individualmente embalados. VocĂȘ frequentemente brincava que Mingyu iria acabar falindo algum dia, tudo culpa da obsessĂŁo que ele tinha por comprar itens aleatĂłrios na Internet â segundo ele, comprava-os somente por curiosidade, porque era divertido. Encontrou de tudo dentro dos pacotes: uma tesoura para canhotos, alguns chaveiros de cachorrinho, um monte de straps para musculação... enfim, talvez Mingyu precisasse arrumar um hobby mais sustentĂĄvel.
Um pacote em especĂfico chamou sua atenção, possuĂa uma coloração diferente dos demais e parecia envolver uma caixinha menor, alĂ©m de ser mais pesado que os outros. Abriu sem pestanejar, agora tendo em mĂŁos uma caixa que imitava um baĂș, decorada com alguns desenhos que supostamente eram orientais. Acompanhando havia um cartĂŁozinho que traduzia a mesma descrição em trĂȘs lĂnguas diferentes. ApĂłs ler e descobrir do que se tratava vocĂȘ ficou estĂĄtica por alguns segundos, caindo num riso incontrolĂĄvel logo em seguida. Mingyu era maluco.
"Achou algo interessante?", o homem entrou no cĂŽmodo, sorrindo ao te ver quase chorando de rir. VocĂȘ teve que se esforçar para parar, recobrando o ar depois de muito empenho.
"A gente precisa cancelar seu cartĂŁo.", as palavras saindo misturadas com risinhos. "O que diabos vocĂȘ pretende fazer com isso?", levantou a caixinha para que ele visse.
"O que Ă© isso?", o semblante dele estava confuso, mas o sorriso bobo nĂŁo saĂa do rosto.
"Uma 'poção do amor', uĂ©.", zombeteira, recitou as palavras presentes no cartĂŁo. Mingyu parecia nĂŁo conseguir resgatar nada na memĂłria. Como assim 'poção do amor'? Foi ele mesmo quem comprou isso? Se sim, por que ele nĂŁo lembrava? Todas essas perguntas estampadas no rosto do homem. "Ă uma bebida afrodisĂaca, Kim Mingyu. VocĂȘ finalmente enlouqueceu.", foi possĂvel ver as engrenagens mexendo no cĂ©rebro dele antes que ele finalmente explodisse num riso descontrolado fazendo vocĂȘ voltar a rir tambĂ©m.
"Eu nem lembrava mais disso, minha nossa!", respirava afoito, com lågrimas nos olhos. "Juro que só comprei porque achei muito engraçado e queria te mostrar.", explicou, finalmente se acalmando.
"Mas pior que Ă© bonitinho, vai ficar um charme na sua estante.", abriu a caixinha, dando visĂŁo para dois frascos pequenos cheios de um lĂquido colorido.
"Não. A gente vai beber.", ele falou como se não fosse nada. Na cabeça dele, a ideia sequer parecia digna de questionamento.
"Claro que nĂŁo. TĂĄ maluco?! Sabe lĂĄ qual a procedĂȘncia disso aqui.", ofereceu uma expressĂŁo de julgamento para ele, completamente contrariada.
"Qual a graça de comprar e não testar?"
"Mingyu-"
"Faz tempo que eu comprei. Tem que beber antes que saia da validade e eu nĂŁo quero testar sozinho.", o homem parecia falar mais rĂĄpido do que o prĂłprio cĂ©rebro era capaz de processar, a lĂngua meio presa se tornando mais evidente nesses momentos â caracterĂstica que vocĂȘ achava adorĂĄvel.
"Eu tĂŽ começando a achar que a Torre de Pisa entortou de vez e caiu na sua cabeça, Gyu. 'CĂȘ tĂĄ realmente considerando que Ă© seguro beber algo que vocĂȘ comprou num site aleatĂłrio da internet?", a pergunta era retĂłrica.
"Sim. E não faz essa cara que eu jå te vi beber coisa pior.", o sorrisinho de canto te irritou, mas não tinha argumentos contra essa daqui. Tentou disfarçar a risadinha culpada, mexendo com os frasquinhos da caixa. "Quer testar comigo ou não?", insistiu.
"Essas coisas nem devem funcionar, Mingyu. Sinceramente, foi dinheiro jogado fora.", contrariou-o com desdém.
"Ătimo! Se nĂŁo funciona nĂŁo precisa nem fazer drama, Ă© sĂł beber.", sentou-se ao seu lado no chĂŁo. Pegou os frascos, destampou-os e entregou um deles na sua mĂŁo. "NĂŁo precisa fazer se nĂŁo quiser.", explicou ao ver sua expressĂŁo intransigente.
"TĂĄ bom, mas sĂł 'pra ter graça...", apontou para ele em ameaça. VocĂȘ era incapaz de negar que tambĂ©m estava curiosa, mesmo que nĂŁo colocasse muita fĂ© naquilo. Mingyu sorriu com a concessĂŁo.
"Salute!", levantou o frasco, forçando um sotaque que vocĂȘ jurava que nunca havia ouvido ele reproduzir.
"QuĂȘ?"
"Deixa quieto.", desconversou.
Beberam ao mesmo tempo, se encarando atravĂ©s do canto dos olhos. O lĂquido possuĂa um sabor meio herbal, como se fosse um chĂĄ muito forte. VocĂȘ franziu a testa com o gosto incĂŽmodo.
"NĂŁo tĂŽ sentindo nada.", o Kim disse meio decepcionado, havia acabado de finalizar o lĂquido.
"Não é milagre, criatura. Provavelmente tem que esperar um pouquinho. Se é que isso aqui funciona mesmo...", encarou novamente o frasquinho, agora vazio, na sua mão. "Pronto, jå fiz teus gostos. Vem logo 'pra sala ver o filme que eu falei.", se levantou, arrumando a bagunça dentro da caixa.
"E por que a gente nĂŁo assiste aqui?"
"A TV da sala é maior, ué. Levanta, Kim Mingyu!"
[...]
A trilha sonora enchia o cĂŽmodo e a audição de vocĂȘs dois. O rosto do homem â iluminado unicamente pela televisĂŁo â parecia bem mais focado que o seu. Observava-o de cima, fazendo cafunĂ© na cabeça que descansava no seu colo, ato que executava por livre e espontĂąnea pressĂŁo â era o mĂnimo, jĂĄ que Mingyu cozinhava para vocĂȘ sempre que vocĂȘ pedia (palavras dele). O homem ainda tinha a audĂĄcia de te olhar fazendo cara feia toda vez que sentia vocĂȘ parar com o carinho.
O filme havia sido sugestĂŁo sua, mas nĂŁo conseguia prestar atenção. Estava inquieta, sentia seu corpo esquentando mesmo que a temperatura daquele dia estivesse baixa. Tentou atĂ© ignorar por alguns minutos, pensou que fosse o calor do corpo de Mingyu â caracterĂstica que vocĂȘ geralmente adorava no tempo frio, mas hoje parecia sĂł servir para te irritar.
"Gyu, levanta do meu colo.", tentou esconder a frustração, retirando a mão da cabeça dele.
"NĂŁooo.", fez bico, puxando sua mĂŁo para os cabelos dele novamente.
"Ă sĂ©rio! Eu tĂŽ começando a ficar suada. 'CĂȘ sabe que eu detesto.", suspirou com afobação. Mingyu se virou, agora te encarando de baixo. Sustentava uma expressĂŁo de suspeita, mas ficou quieto e saiu do seu colo.
Sentou-se ao seu lado deixando certa distĂąncia, voltando a prestar atenção no filme. Outro suspiro exasperado deixou seus lĂĄbios, chamando a atenção do homem. Assistiu vocĂȘ retirar o moletom, ficando sĂł com a blusa que originalmente havia vestido antes de vir. NĂŁo pareceu ser suficiente, ele observava vocĂȘ se abanar, as gotinhas de suor começando a surgir na testa. Mingyu estava claramente hesitando, nĂŁo sabia se falava ou nĂŁo. Jogou tudo 'pro alto:
"VocĂȘ acha que Ă© o...", bem, quase tudo, nĂŁo conseguiu terminar a pergunta.
"Eu sinceramente espero que nĂŁo.", ele nĂŁo precisava terminar. "CĂȘ nĂŁo tĂĄ sentindo nada?", olhou-o pelo canto dos olhos, sentia vergonha de encarĂĄ-lo de verdade.
"NĂŁo. E vocĂȘ? TĂĄ bem? TĂĄ sentindo o quĂȘ?", ele se preocupou, assustado com a possibilidade de vocĂȘ estar passando mal.
"Só calor.", pontuou simplista. Estava amenizando a situação, não era 'só' isso.
"CĂȘ nĂŁo quer ir ao banheiro 'pra... vocĂȘ sabe...?", a boca de Mingyu entortou com a sugestĂŁo, era estranho te falar algo assim.
"NĂŁo sei se tenho coragem de fazer isso com vocĂȘ aqui.", cortou a ideia pela raiz, vendo Mingyu concordar com a cabeça pela visĂŁo perifĂ©rica. Estava encurralada, nĂŁo sabia como proceder nessa situação. Era vergonhoso, principalmente porque vocĂȘ parecia ser a Ășnica afetada com tudo aquilo â e era mais vergonhoso ainda ter a noção de que Mingyu sabia o que vocĂȘ estava sentindo.
VocĂȘ queria muito enterrar sua cabeça em algum lugar. Definitivamente nĂŁo poderia ir para casa uma hora dessas, Mingyu nĂŁo deixaria de jeito nenhum. Mas ficar sentindo o olhar dele queimando sua pele talvez fosse mais insuportĂĄvel que o calor que irradiava atravĂ©s do seu corpo. Secou a testa com a parte traseira da mĂŁo, o olhar vidrado na TV, mas vocĂȘ nĂŁo conseguia absorver praticamente nada.
"Tem alguma coisa que eu possa fazer?", ele ainda soava apreensivo, como se estivesse compadecido com a situação.
"Absolutamente nada.", se abanou novamente.
"VocĂȘ quer tomar um banho gelado? Te empresto uma roupa minha.", ele era tĂŁo solĂcito, tudo o que vocĂȘ nĂŁo queria no momento. Negou com a cabeça, talvez atĂ© ajudasse, mas vocĂȘ nĂŁo queria ter que lidar com isso. "Quer alguma coisa 'pra beber entĂŁo? Eu acho que ainda tem chĂĄ gelado.", negou novamente, quantas recomendaçÔes ele ainda tinha na manga?
"E se-"
"Mingyu, cala a boca, por favor!", murmurou estressada, esfregando as mĂŁos no rosto. Fechou os olhos. Sentia arrepios correndo pelo seu corpo, jurava que nunca havia sentido algo assim. O que diabos tinha dentro daquele frasco? E outra, por que Mingyu parecia nĂŁo sentir nada? Ouviu o homem suspirar, o estofado do sofĂĄ afundou, ele estava bem do seu lado agora.
"Deixa eu te ajudar.", sussurrou, sentiu ele arrumando seu cabelo atrĂĄs da orelha. Seu corpo tremeu.
"Eu espero muito que vocĂȘ nĂŁo esteja insinuando que-"
"Sim. Eu 'tĂŽ insinuando isso mesmo.", te cortou sem pudor algum. VocĂȘ nĂŁo sabe como ainda se impressiona com o quĂŁo sem-vergonha ele conseguia ser. A personalidade brincalhona e meio infantil te fazia esquecer que Kim Mingyu ainda era um homem â Ă s vezes homem atĂ© demais, especialmente agora que sugeria te levar para a cama sem constrangimento algum. Honestamente, nĂŁo era tĂŁo surpreendente assim. Mingyu sempre deixou bem claro que nunca negaria uma chance contigo. E olha, o convite era tentador, vocĂȘ nĂŁo era sonsa ao ponto de fingir que nĂŁo cogitou aceitar (no final das contas, era Kim Mingyu), mas resolveu que era melhor fugir de possĂveis problemas â temia que esse tipo de coisa deixasse a situação complicada entre vocĂȘs dois.
"Isso não, Gyu. Seria ir longe demais.", tentou não deixar óbvio que tinha até considerado a ideia.
"Qual o seu plano entĂŁo? Pretende ficar assim atĂ© cair no sono?", as perguntas nĂŁo soavam como questionamentos, mas como pura provocação. VocĂȘ apertou os olhos, nĂŁo achava que conseguiria dormir desse jeito. De fato, nĂŁo conseguia pensar em praticamente nada. Resolveu dar uma pausa nos seus valores morais e ceder sĂł um pouquinho â momentos de desespero exigem medidas desesperadas.
"E se a gente sĂł se beijar... igual aquele dia, sabe?", sugeriu com toda a hesitação do mundo. Pensou que nunca mais voltaria nesse assunto. Aparentemente vocĂȘ estava errada.
"Achei que vocĂȘ nĂŁo gostasse de falar sobre isso.", o homem comentou com sarcasmo. De todos os momentos possĂveis, ele resolveu escolher esse para ser insuportĂĄvel?
"E eu realmente nĂŁo gosto. Mas nĂŁo 'tĂŽ conseguindo raciocinar direito nesse momento."
"SĂł beijar?", o desapontamento na voz dele era perceptĂvel.
"SĂł."
"CĂȘ acha que vai ajudar em alguma coisa?", vocĂȘ nĂŁo tinha certeza, mas nĂŁo custava nada tentar.
"Eu espero que sim. Parece que vou morrer se ninguém me tocar nos próximos 5 minutos.", era exagero? Talvez. Mas seu corpo parecia implorar por absolutamente qualquer coisa.
"TĂĄ. Mas vocĂȘ nĂŁo vai ficar estranha comigo de novo, vai?", ele questionou como se nĂŁo tivesse acabado de sugerir que vocĂȘs transassem. PorĂ©m, vocĂȘ nĂŁo o julgava. Realmente havia ficado esquisita com ele por uns bons dias depois do acontecimento â e pior: foi vocĂȘ quem iniciou a coisa toda.
"NĂŁo. Prometo que nĂŁo.", assegurou, finalmente achando a coragem para olhar o homem nos olhos. Sem que vocĂȘ pudesse controlar, sua garganta produziu uma exclamação esganiçada assim que o homem suspendeu seu corpo no ar. As mĂŁos fincadas na sua cintura te levantaram como se vocĂȘ nĂŁo pesasse nada, antes que fosse capaz de perceber, jĂĄ estava no colo de Mingyu. O coração ainda palpitava com o susto, desferiu um tapa no braço dele, repreendendo-o. O Kim sorriu, existia uma espĂ©cie de prazer em conseguir te carregar para cima e para baixo sem esforço algum â fazia-o com certa frequĂȘncia.
Engoliu seco quando viu o rosto dele se aproximar, as mãos deixaram a sua cintura para moldar o suas bochechas, te segurando com carinho. A respiração tremulou quando sentiu o narizinho roçar no seu, o homem fazia questão de olhar nos seus olhos, te instigando. Porém, sua mente parecia não ter planos de te deixar em paz:
"Espera! E se Wonwoo chegar?", viu o homem revirar os olhos em frustração, soprando exasperado.
"Ele tĂĄ na casa da namorada, nĂŁo vem aqui nem tĂŁo cedo.", tentou ser paciente com vocĂȘ, ele sempre era.
"Como vocĂȘ pode ter tanta certeza disso?"
"O Wonwoo nĂŁo aparece quando vocĂȘ tĂĄ aqui. 'CĂȘ nunca percebeu?", falou com se fosse Ăłbvio e, de fato, era sim. VocĂȘ conseguia contar nos dedos de uma sĂł mĂŁo a quantidade de vezes que havia visto Wonwoo pessoalmente.
"Percebi, ué. Mas não é por, sei lå, timidez?"
"Garanto que nĂŁo Ă© isso.", ele nĂŁo segurou o sorriso ladino.
"E o que Ă© entĂŁo?", a curiosidade genuĂna te fez atĂ© esquecer do calor que estava sentindo.
"O Wonwoo...", hesitou. "...acha que a gente tem alguma coisa.", e com razĂŁo, sua cara nĂŁo foi das melhores.
"VocĂȘ andou falando alguma coisa 'pra ele, Kim Mingyu? Eu juro que te encho de tapa.", estapeou o braço dele novamente, para deixar claro que nĂŁo era sĂł ameaça.
"Ai! NĂŁo falei nada nĂŁo, garota. Ele que surgiu com essa histĂłria sozinho.", soltou seu rosto, acariciando o local no qual vocĂȘ havia batido â vocĂȘs dois sabiam que ele nĂŁo havia sentido nada.
"Ah Ă©? E de onde que ele tirou isso entĂŁo?", questionou desconfiada, era difĂcil acreditar em Mingyu.
"NĂŁo Ă© meio Ăłbvio?"
"NĂŁo...?", vocĂȘ nĂŁo queria que soasse como uma pergunta, mas infelizmente tinha suas dĂșvidas.
"Nenhuma outra mulher passa tanto tempo dentro do meu quarto, _____. VocĂȘ nĂŁo Ă© inocente ao ponto de pensar que o Wonwoo nĂŁo acha isso minimamente estranho... ou Ă©?", tĂĄ certo, vocĂȘ admitia que aquilo fazia sim um pouco de sentido.
"Mas a gente nem faz nada!"
"Só que não tem como ele saber dessa informação.", naquele momento, parecia necessårio pontuar o óbvio.
"SerĂĄ que os outros meninos acham isso tambĂ©m?", a possibilidade te preocupava, sĂł nĂŁo sabia o porquĂȘ.
"Essa conversa nĂŁo vai levar Ă nada. Vai deixar eu te beijar ou nĂŁo?", reclamou impaciente. Quase te pediu para calar a boca como vocĂȘ fez com ele mais cedo, mas ele era inteligente o suficiente para saber que isso era uma mĂĄ ideia. Acenou, suspirando derrotada, deixaria essa histĂłria para lĂĄ â por enquanto. O homem envolveu seu rosto novamente. Seus olhos se fecharam, ainda nĂŁo conseguia encarĂĄ-lo tĂŁo de perto. Tentou segurar o sorriso com o beijinho casto que ganhou na bochecha, mesmo sem ver, sabia que Mingyu estava te olhando. Arfou ao sentir a boca dele roçar na sua, como se te pedisse permissĂŁo. Seu corpo ardia, agora especialmente nos lugares onde sentia ele te tocar. Avançou nos lĂĄbios do homem com sede, como se ele fosse seu por direito. Tomaria tudo que conseguisse â talvez fosse a maldita 'poção do amor' falando. Foi involuntĂĄrio se aproximar mais dele, o corpo forte fazia vocĂȘ se sentir tĂŁo pequena naquele momento. Mingyu te deixava controlar a situação, retribuindo o beijo com a mesma (ou talvez atĂ© mais) necessidade que vocĂȘ. Te apertava contra o torso dele e vocĂȘ sentia seus seios resvalando no peitoral forte â tudo parecia muito Ăntimo e isso fazia sua cabeça girar. Mas nĂŁo era suficiente para vocĂȘ e ele percebeu isso muito bem.
"Posso tirar isso?", murmurou ainda próximo da sua boca. Os dedos segurando a barra da sua camiseta esclarecendo a pergunta. Ele percebeu sua expressão se contorcendo em incerteza. Mesmo que seu corpo estivesse implorando por mais, estava receosa. "Eu vou me comportar. Só quero te fazer carinho. Deixa?", o biquinho que ele usava para falar te ganhando com facilidade. Concordou com a cabeça.
Ă sĂł carinho, nĂŁo Ă©? VocĂȘs nĂŁo iriam fazer nada demais. Ajudou ele a tirar sua camiseta, jogando-a em qualquer lugar da sala. Percebendo sua hesitação, Mingyu te puxou para outro beijo necessitado. Sentir a boca quentinha brincando com sua lĂngua foi o suficiente para fazer o seu cĂ©rebro desligar. Ele te beijava com o corpo inteiro, os braços te envolvendo e as mĂŁos acariciando e apertando tudo que ele podia alcançar. VocĂȘ se movia no colo dele desajeitadamente, tentando ficar mais perto. Mingyu era quente, dava para sentir mesmo com as roupas no caminho. O calor do seu corpo parecia nĂŁo cessar, mas isso nĂŁo te impedia de buscar pelo dele. O homem interrompeu o beijo, vocĂȘ sentiu seu cabelo ser puxado para trĂĄs sem muita força â ele queria espaço. Seus olhos se fecharam em antecipação, nĂŁo demorou para que vocĂȘ sentisse os caninos afiadinhos arranhando seu pescoço. As mordidinhas te obrigando a lutar contra os gemidos presos na sua garganta. Sentiu a outra mĂŁo descendo e agarrando sua bunda com força, o homem nĂŁo parecia ter a mĂnima intenção de "se comportar". Os beijinhos indo em direção ao seu colo, rapidinho foi parar no meio dos seus seios.
"Mingyu!", vocĂȘ protestou como se nĂŁo estivesse arqueando o prĂłprio corpo na direção do homem â 'Ei! Ă tudo involuntĂĄrio, okay? NĂŁo Ă© culpa sua.', era o que sua consciĂȘncia tentava argumentar.
"Posso fazer carinho aqui tambĂ©m?, a expressĂŁo de coitadinho nĂŁo mascarando o fato de que ele acabara de ignorar vocĂȘ repreendendo-o. Mingyu estava tornando tudo mais complicado, assim ficava difĂcil ignorar a sensação no meio das suas pernas. VocĂȘ concordou, fazendo um acordo mental consigo mesma: nĂŁo deixaria ele ir mais longe que isso. O homem abriu seu sutiĂŁ numa velocidade recorde â e isso era uma habilidade muito suspeita, o questionaria sobre isso mais tarde. Descartou a peça num canto qualquer, as mĂŁos grandes agarrando seus seios sem hesitar, seu rosto queimava. Arfou surpresa assim que Gyu abocanhou um de seus seios sem cerimĂŽnia alguma, alternava entre os dois deixando tudo babadinho. Sua mente estava aĂ©rea, havia uma onda gostosinha atravessando seu corpo. Movia a cintura timidamente e o homem nĂŁo conseguia conter o sorrisinho. Uma das mĂŁos trouxe sua cabeça para perto, enquanto a outra ainda brincava com os seus biquinhos.
"Era sĂł beijar, nĂŁo era?", ele sussurrou zombeteiro. VocĂȘ tentou cessar o movimento dos seus quadris, sentindo-se envergonhada.
"Gyu-"
"Shhhh. Continua.", apertou sua cintura, te fazendo voltar a rebolar. "CĂȘ precisa disso, nĂŁo precisa? Deixa eu te ajudar, por favor...", a mĂŁo desceu sorrateira, acariciando seu Ăntimo por cima dos shorts. "JĂĄ tĂĄ toda molhadinha aqui embaixo. Ela quer que eu faça carinho nela tambĂ©m, amor.", o sussurro dengosinho fazendo sua cabeça dar um nĂł, nĂŁo dava para pensar direito. "Vou colocar minha mĂŁo aqui, tĂĄ bom?", o tom era atencioso. VocĂȘ sĂł sabia assentir, sensĂvel demais para pensar em qualquer outra coisa que nĂŁo fosse gozar. A mĂŁo dele entrou com facilidade, os tecidos eram flexĂveis. "Como que vocĂȘ ia dormir desse jeito, hm?", ele franziu as sobrancelhas, os dedos escorregando com facilidade. Os dĂgitos pressionaram o seu pontinho, desenhando cĂrculos cuidadosos. "VocĂȘ gosta assim?", roçava o nariz no seu.
"Dentro, Gyu.", balbuciou empurrando os quadris contra a mĂŁo do homem.
"Quer meus dedos dentro da sua bucetinha, amor?", questionou sĂł para te ver envergonhada, sorrindo quando viu vocĂȘ franzir a testa para mascarar a timidez. "NĂŁo adianta se fazer de difĂcil, 'cĂȘ tĂĄ escorrendo...", sentiu um dos dedos entrando vagarosamente, te fazendo pulsar. Estocou lentamente para testar. Era evidente no rosto do homem o quĂŁo fascinado ele estava com a sensação, se imaginava dentro de vocĂȘ, te fodendo do jeitinho que ele quisesse. "Quando que 'cĂȘ vai deixar eu te ter, hm? NĂŁo quer que eu deixe vocĂȘ cheinha, amor?", selou sua boca com carinho, adicionando mais um dedo.
"Gyu...", nĂŁo sabia e nem sequer conseguia responder, sentia os dĂgitos indo fundo â coisa que seus prĂłprios dedos nunca foram capazes de fazer.
"Sem pressĂŁo, gatinha. Mas vocĂȘ jĂĄ sabe: te deixo sentar no meu pau quando 'cĂȘ quiser, Ă© sĂł pedir.", aumentou a velocidade, vendo seu corpo amolecer. Rebolava contra os dedos do homem, nĂŁo suportava mais a sensação persistente, sĂł queria gozar logo. Mingyu aumentou a força, praticamente socando os dĂgitos lĂĄ no fundo, os barulhinhos molhados faziam seu corpo arrepiar. A mĂŁo livre te puxou pelo pescoço para um beijo, ele sugava sua lĂngua com lascĂvia, a saliva melando os catinhos das bocas de vocĂȘs. Seus olhos quase revirando com o quĂŁo obscena era a ação. VocĂȘ gemia entre o beijo, deixando o sorrisinho dele passar despercebido. Soou ainda mais desesperada quando sentiu-o esfregar seu clitĂłris com rapidez, adorando ver o jeito que seu corpo se contorceu. Gyu jĂĄ distribuĂa chupĂ”es doloridos no seu colo, suas unhas cravadas nos braços fortes em resposta. Gozou com uma mordidinha gostosa na curva do seu pescoço, a dorzinha leve te jogando da borda. Mingyu arfava desejoso, os dedos ainda estocando devagarinho, sentindo vocĂȘ apertando-os. Removeu os dedos quando vocĂȘ reclamou da sensibilidade, colocou-os na boca sem embaraço algum, sugando-os com um sorrisinho depravado.
"Kim Mingyu!", estapeou o peito dele, tĂmida com a situação.
"Na próxima te faço gozar na minha boca.", disse ainda lambendo o restante.
"PrĂłxima?", arqueou uma das sobrancelhas.
"Aham.", te ofereceu uma expressĂŁo convencida que, por pouco, nĂŁo te fez revirar os olhos. O homem te abraçou e vocĂȘ nem se esforçou para se sentir incomodada com fato de ainda estar nua da cintura para cima â afinal, o que tinha de ver, ele jĂĄ havia visto. "Vem 'pro meu quarto?"
"Pra quĂȘ?, questionou confusa, vocĂȘs nem conseguiram terminar o filme.
"Pra dormir.", nĂŁo era muito convincente.
"SĂł dormir?"
"SĂł."
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theyâre the same picture
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Fernando: Life could be worse, Lance.
Lance: Life could be a lot better too!
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what effect is this supposed to have on me
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Carlos: *handing Lewis a clown wig*
Lewis: What the hell is that for?
Carlos: You're gonna need that for Ferrari next year. To match the vibes you know.
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put some respect on motherâs words
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Anteric - Wonwoo & Mingyu
đ staring. Mingyu & Wonwoo x afab!ReaderÂ
đź preview. when you bump into the guy that ghosted you, your model best friend and roommate, Mingyu, steps up to be your fake boyfriend for the night⊠and when the asshole is hired at your workplace, your other roommate, twitch gamer Wonwoo, is roped into the charade too - âpolyamory exists dude, get over it.â
cw/ tw. 3some, dom/gamer/alt Wonwoo, Switch Mingyu, choking, spanking, handcuffs, slight pain kink, toys, vibrator, fingering, oral (f receiving), squirting, some overstim, nipple play, finger sucking, sex without condoms, some degradation, shower sex, multiple rounds, marking, jealousy, size kink, etc⊠I pet names. kitten, lazy bones, etcâŠ
đč rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 16.6
đ aus.frat au, roommates/friends to lovers, fake dating, non idol au, etcâŠ
âïžÂ mlist + an. Anteric meaning: pertaining to a revenge against a former lover, a lover that betrays - this fic has been edited/updated as of dec 2022 with minor grammar changes and an optional bonus extension accessible through patreon :)
PrologueÂ
You collapse into the red, fold up, camping chair. Your fingers immediately go to pick at the burn mark on the right arm where Hoshi had let a marshmallow, that was lit on fire at the time, fall onto the fabric when youâd all camped out in the woods behind the frat after a semi formal last year for a reason you canât quite remember now. âI broke up with Seungcheol.âÂ
âThen you need this more than we do.â Wonwooâs smooth voice calms down your heart slightly, a reminder that although youâve just made a huge change in your life, your friends are a constant. The frat boy holds out a bottle of Captain Morgansâ that makes you scrunch up your nose in disgust, pushing his hand back immediately.
âHow can you two even drink that shit?â you groan, looking between Wonwoo and Mingyu, whoâs lounging half slumped in his chair, head tilted back on the neck rest so he can look up at the stars above their frat house on the edge of campus. Itâs a clear night, and when you sneak a glance up, youâre distracted by the moon.
âChase,â Mingyu responds honestly, drawing your attention from the sky when a long arm extends the coke heâs been drinking out to you. His other hand twiddles with a lollipop heâs sucking on diligently in his mouth, and moonlight shows off the sloppiness of his tongue on the hard candy, twirling this way and that.
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