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it's fiction | jeon wonwoo

Wonwoo leans on the door frame, his arms crossed, looking at you focused on your laptop. Your fingers keep typing nonstop, the clatter of keys the only sound in the room.

"You've been engrossed with your laptop for days," he says, breaking the silence.

You stop typing and close your laptop immediately, turning your head to look at him. "It's just some research stuff," you reply, trying to sound casual. But the truth is, he has no idea you're writing a fanfic about him—not just any fic, but a R18+ one.

You stand up and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist in a hug. "Soo how's the progress on the album with Hans?" you ask, hoping to divert his attention.

He rests his chin on top of your head, his arms encircling you in return. "It's going well," he says softly. "Just preparing for the MV maybe this coming week or so... But I'm more curious about what you've been working on."

You feel your cheeks heat up, your heart racing as you hold him tighter, "I'm just searching for a new game that's all," you reply, trying to sound convincing.

Wonwoo raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Your chrome isn't even open."

You look up at him, caught off guard. He points to his glasses. "My vision is clear," he says, smiling.

You let out a nervous laugh, your mind racing to come up with another excuse. But the way he’s looking at you, with that teasing glint in his eyes, makes it hard to think straight. So instead, you tighten your grip around his waist, hiding your face in his chest.

"Okay four eyes, you caught me," you mumble into his shirt. "But it's really nothing."

He chuckles, his hand coming up to gently stroke your hair. "Alright, I'll let it slide for now. But next time, maybe you can show me what you've been working on?"

Your heart skips a beat, and you can only hope he never finds out the real reason behind your late-night typing sessions.

He then gently removes your arms from around his waist and he directly head straight to your workstation. Panic sets in as you rush to stop him, wrapping your arms around his torso from behind.

"Yaaaa, wait!" you plead, trying to hold him back. "You said you will let it slideee."

He laughs, a deep, genuine sound, and continues to move forward, dragging you along with him. "What are you hiding, hmm?" he teases, enjoying your struggle.

"Seriously, it's nothing!" you insist, your grip tightens.

He pauses, turning his head slightly to look at you over his shoulder, still smiling. "You know, you're making me even more curious."

You groan, knowing he won’t give up easily. "It's just… embarrassing, okay?"

He turns around fully, facing you, his expression softening a bit. "I won't judge, you know that," he says gently.

You hesitate, then sigh, loosening your hold on him. "Fine. Again don't judge me and don't even laugh." as you point your finger on him.

He grins, reaching out to lift your chin. "I promise."

With a reluctant nod, you step aside, watching nervously as he approaches the table.

Wonwoo sits on your chair and opens the laptop, starting to read. You panic and cover his eyes as he begins to speak, "Really, babe?"

"Stop, stop," you nervously plead.

He removes your hands from his glasses and looks up at you. "I thought you didn't like being rough, but here? You even describe my dick well, props to that," he says, a teasing glint in his eyes.

You cover your face with your hands, feeling the heat of embarrassment spreading across your cheeks. He grabs your waist and settles you on his lap, and you nudge your face into his neck, mumbling, "It's just fiction."

He chuckles, "But the details… wait, am I a mafia boss here?"

You blush even more deeply. "And how do you know this kind of position? We haven't even tried this one yet," he continues.

"Stop reading." You plead, but he ignores you and keeps reading.

"Have you been watching porn while I'm away?" he asks.

"It's just for reference, Won," you reply weakly. "You know I have more experience than you, right?" he counters.

"Well, then it wouldn't be fiction, it would be like your diary or something," you retort, looking at him. "And my readers like this kind of stuff."

He laughs and scrolls down, continuing to read. "And you even make me a cold, possessive jerk? Really, babe?"

You bury your face in his shoulder, mortified yet unable to suppress a giggle at his reaction.

"Well, this is already a fanfic since you made me a mafia boss," Wonwoo remarks, pausing in his reading. "You make Mingyu my rival... wait, will he... uh, fuck around with the female lead too?"

He's now fully invested, and you try to cover the screen, but he removes your hand, his expression turning serious. "Behave," he instructs firmly.

"Why is the female named as Y/N?" he asks, his tone softer now as he realizes you're writing a reader-insert fanfic.

You hesitate to answer, but he catches on, teasing you, "So you're imagining yourself being fucked by a mafia boss, huh?"

"It's not like that," you deny it quickly,

He chuckles, shaking his head. "You know, you're missing some details in this sex part," he points out, gesturing to the screen.

"What's wrong with that?" you ask, feeling defensive.

"Since you haven't tried this position, you need to experience it firsthand to be able to describe it accurately," he explains matter-of-factly.

He then stops reading, setting your laptop aside. You think it's over, so you stand up. He does too, but to your surprise, he grabs your hand and drags you to a nearby couch in the room.

As Wonwoo positions you on the couch, he bends you at the waist, your upper body resting on the cushions while the arm of the couch supports your hips. Before you can fully comprehend what's happening, he swiftly removes your shorts along with your underwear, making you gasp in surprise and arousal.

He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. "You know, I read something in your story about fingering and sucking first," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Before... before fucking her hard."

You shiver at his words, feeling a rush of heat pooling between your legs. "Y-yes," you manage to reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Without further preamble, he descends upon you, his lips trailing hot kisses along the curve of your neck. But his touch is not gentle; it's rough, demanding, leaving marks of his passion in its wake. He bites down on your skin, his teeth grazing against your flesh, leaving you gasping for more.

As his lips find their way to your shoulder, With a wicked grin, he murmurs against your skin, "Let's see if I got your story right." he grips your thighs tightly, parting them with a force that sends a jolt of pleasure through you. His touch is possessive, his fingers digging into your skin as he explores every inch of your body with a hunger that leaves you trembling.

Your breath catches in your throat as his words send a shiver of anticipation down your spine. You nod, unable to form coherent words, your heart pounding in your chest.

And then, without warning, he lowers his head between your thighs, his mouth claiming you with a primal urgency. He doesn't hold back: his tongue is rough and insistent, lapping at your core with a fierce intensity that threatens to drive you over the edge.

But it's not just his tongue that drives you wild; it's his teeth, sinking into your flesh with a delicious sting that sends waves of pleasure coursing through you. He bites and sucks with abandon, his mouth a whirlwind of sensation that leaves you teetering on the brink of ecstasy.

You then gasp as Wonwoo inserts his fingers roughly, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His roughness only intensifies as he continues to suck and lick you, driving you to the edge with each relentless stroke.

When you finally reach your climax, the pleasure is so intense that you can't help but squirt, your juices spilling over his face in a hot, sticky mess. He doesn't flinch; instead, he stands up, slapping your ass roughly as you continue to leak your essence, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you.

With a primal growl, he positions himself between your legs, straddling you as he forcefully slaps his cock into you like an animal. In this position, there's no room for romance—no eye contact, no kissing, no caressing. It's pure, raw, animalistic fucking, and you revel in it.

As he takes you from behind, you can feel his gaze burning into you, consuming you with lust as he uses you for his pleasure. You lowkey love it—the feeling of being dominated, of being nothing more than an object for his satisfaction. It awakens something primal within you, igniting your submissive side like never before.

As Wonwoo continues to pound into you with primal intensity, his breath ragged and his movements rough, he begins to utter possessive lines, echoing the ones you wrote in your fanfic.

"You like it when I degrade you, don't you?" he growls, his voice thick with lust. "You love being used like this, don't you, you filthy little slut?"

His words send a shiver of excitement down your spine. You find yourself nodding eagerly, unable to form coherent words as pleasure clouds your mind.

He continues, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "You're mine, Y/N," he declares, his grip tightening on your hips as he drives himself deeper into you. "No one else can have you like this. You belong to me, body and soul. Say it."

You moan in response, unable to resist his command. "I'm yours," you gasp, the words coming out in a breathless whisper.

"That's right," he murmurs, he then delivers a sharp slap to your ass. "And don't you forget it. You're mine to use, to pleasure, to fuck however I want."

Wonwoo's thrusts grow deeper and rougher, each movement driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. Your bodies collide with a primal rhythm, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room.

He hisses in pleasure, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You're so tight," he gasps, the words slipping out between clenched teeth. "Even after all this time, you still feel so fucking good."

With a final, powerful thrust, he releases his hot, sticky essence deep inside you, filling you completely with his fluid. The sensation sends you over the edge, your climax crashing over you like a tidal wave.

Wonwoo pulls his cock out, releasing the last of his cum onto your back. You breathe heavily, reveling in the fact that this is the first time he's been so rough with you during sex. He then gently picks you up and settles you both onto the couch.

As he plays with your hair, he smirks and asks, "So, who’s the better fuck—the mafia version of me or the real thing?"

You squint your eyes at his absurd question, trying to suppress a laugh. "It's just fiction, Babe, Mere fiction," you reply, shaking your head.

He chuckles, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. "I know, I know," he says, his voice gentle. "I was just curious... At least you got to experience the sex position you wrote about," he added as he resumes on toying with your hair. "And if you need to try more for the sake of realism in your stories, I'd be open to it. No need for extra research when you have me."

You roll your eyes playfully, leaning against him. "Whatever." But he's not done yet, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Are there other stories you've written that I haven't read? Are they rated 18? And do you write about other members too?" he fires off questions.

Before he can ask more, you hush his mouth with a kiss, which he eagerly reciprocates, pulling you closer. You sense there might be another round, but this time, he'll be gentle like he used to be.

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you're safe | jeon wonwoo | part 3

As time passes, you find yourself in the final years of college, a lot has changed since your breakup with Mingyu. One significant change is Wonwoo stepping forward to be your rebound. His proposal catches you off guard, but deep down, you find comfort in the familiarity and trust you've shared since middle school. After all, what's the worst thing that could happen, right? So, you agree, knowing that you have someone you can rely on during this transitional period.

You spot Wonwoo waiting outside your building, and a rush of excitement floods through you. Without hesitation, you run towards him, throwing your arms around him and planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Hey there," he says with a smile, his eyes sparkling with affection as he returns the gesture. "Ready for another day?"

You nod eagerly, feeling a sense of warmth and security wash over you as he takes your hand, leading you towards his car.

As you drive together, Wonwoo brings up the idea of living together, a proposal he's mentioned before. With his early graduation and ample free time, he's been able to support you in ways you never imagined. He's the epitome of the perfect boyfriend, always there for you and willing to go the extra mile.

The fact that you're his first girlfriend speaks volumes, filling you with a sense of pride and reassurance. With him by your side, you feel like you can take on anything that comes your way.

"Hey, how's your thesis going?" Wonwoo asks, breaking the silence as you settle into the car.

You let out a sigh, feeling the weight of the impending deadline bearing down on you. "I'm almost there," you reply, your voice tinged with frustration. "But I can't help but get anxious when I think about defending my case."

He reaches over and squeezes your thigh reassuringly, his touch sending a comforting warmth through you. "You've got this," he says with a gentle smile. ""And remember, I can help you practice for the defense to lessen your anxiety."

His words soothe your nerves, and you find yourself reaching for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. Wonu brings your intertwined hands to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the back of your hand, filling you with a sense of calm and gratitude for having him by your side.

As you two arrive home, Wonwoo turns to you with a gentle smile. "Why don't you go take a bath first while I prepare dinner?" he says, his voice gentle and reassuring.

You nod, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips before heading to the restroom. "Sounds good," you reply with a smile, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness.

After a relaxing bath, you emerge from the restroom feeling refreshed and ready for dinner. The aroma of the food fills the air, and you find Wonwoo already setting the table. "Everything smells amazing," you compliment him, a smile playing on your lips.

He returns the smile, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "I'm glad you think so. Let's eat," he says, gesturing for you to take a seat at the table.

After dinner, as you both settle into the living room, he suggests watching a movie before heading to bed. "How about we watch a movie before we call it a night?" he suggests, a playful glint in his eyes.

You agree with a smile, knowing how much you enjoy these quiet moments together. "That sounds perfect," you reply, snuggling up beside him on the couch.

True to your habit, halfway through the movie, you find yourself drifting off to sleep, the soft glow of the TV casting a warm light over the room. Wonwoo chuckles softly at your familiar habit, his affection for you evident in his eyes.

Gently, he scoops you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he carries you to bed. He places a tender kiss on your forehead before tucking you in, ensuring you're comfortable and safe.

"Sweet dreams, my love," he whispers softly, his voice filled with love and tenderness as he watches over you for a moment longer before heading to bed himself,

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Wonwoo's POV

As Y/N finally drift into a deep slumber, Wonwoo gently removes the blanket covering him and carefully tucks his girlfriend in, making sure she's warm and comfortable. With a soft smile, he watches her for a moment, feeling a surge of affection for Y/N wash over him.

Quietly, he grabs his phone and car keys before slipping out of the room, careful not to disturb her peaceful sleep. The cool night air greets him as he steps outside, a sense of freedom and anticipation coursing through his veins.

Arriving at the 24/7 cafe, Wonwoo is greeted by his friend with a wide grin. "You're alive!" his friend exclaims, raising one hand up for a high five.

Wonwoo returns the smile, giving his friend a high five before settling down beside him. A laptop sits between them, and they're currently in a video call with their friends.

"Welcome back, our dear friend," his friend says in a mocking tone, followed by another friend chiming in with a similar greeting.

As the conversation deepens, Dokyeom suddenly ask, "Eeey, just wondering when are you and Mingyu planning to return home? We miss having you guys around."

"Just waiting for my graduation," he replied nonchalantly, his gaze flickering to Wonwoo beside him.

Minghao's playful voice cut through the conversation, his tone tinged with sarcasm."Oh, did I forget to mention? There's a special place in hell waiting just for you two." he joked, a smirk playing on his lips.

Dokyeom chimed in with a laugh, adding his own jest. "Satan wants to resign because of how fucked up Wonu's plan was." he teased, shaking his head in mock disbelief.

The mere fact that Mingyu and Wonwoo knew each other before Y/N, and Wonu was aware of Mingyu's infidelity from the start, since he was the one introducing girls to him, only added to the irony of the situation. Yet, instead of remorse, they exchanged glances and laughed, not feeling even an inch of guilt for what they had done to Y/N.

part 1, part 2

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you're safe | kim mingyu | part 2

The library is hushed, save for the occasional rustling of pages and the soft tapping of fingers on keyboards. Along with your groupmates you were deeply immersed in research for your upcoming projects.

Suddenly, Chan slides a note across the table to you, his handwriting slightly messy but still readable: "You're invited to join us on the trip this spring break <3"

Curious, you jot down a quick response. "Why?"

Chan leans over and whispers, "What do you mean why? You hardly leave your room or the campus. You need a break!" He mocks you playfully, nudging your arm.

Vernon, usually the quiet one, decides to chime in. "You've been so focused on your love life that you forget to have a social life," he points out.

Feigning injury, you dramatically clutch your chest and say, "Ugh!"

Seungkwan smirks and adds, "Truth hurts, right?"

You sigh, knowing they're right but feeling conflicted. "I need to ask permission from Gyu," you admit, already anticipating the collective groan.

The three of them exchange knowing glances. "Every time you ask for permission, he says no," Vernon points out. "And he always asks if there are boys there, even if it’s a mixed group."

"He trusts you, right?" Kwannie questions, raising an eyebrow. "You've wasted three years in college, either stuck in your room or his. I’m still surprised you have a few friends left."

You know they have a point, and their concern makes you think. Maybe it is time to start living more for yourself. When your boyfriend comes to fetch you at the library, you decide to seize the moment.

As you're packing up your things, you muster the courage to ask him. "Love, my friends are planning an out-of-town trip this spring break. Can I go with them?"

To your surprise, he doesn't immediately refuse. Instead, he smiles and says, "Sure, have fun. Just make sure to contact me from time to time."

You blink in disbelief. "Really? You're okay with it?"

"Yeah, really," he reassures you, leaning in to give you a quick kiss. "Enjoy yourself, love. You deserve it."

Your friends, who are within earshot, exchange surprised looks and give you encouraging thumbs-ups. For the first time in a long while, you feel a sense of freedom and excitement.

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After a week away, you decide to return to the university, eager to surprise your boyfriend. You and your friends had spent the past few days at the beach, soaking up the sun and letting go of all the built-up stress from your college years.

As you step onto campus, a sense of excitement bubbles within you. You can't wait to see Mingyu's reaction when you surprise him. But more than that, you feel a newfound sense of clarity and perspective.

The time away with your friends has given you the opportunity to reflect on yourself and your relationship with him. You realize that you've been too focused on pleasing him and adhering to his restrictions, sacrificing your own happiness and freedom in the process.

You've come to realize that you deserve more. You deserve a relationship built on trust, communication, and mutual respect – one where you can be yourself without fear of judgment or restrictions.

Excited to see him, you use the spare key he gave and let yourself into his room. However, the surprise quickly turns into shock as you see him making out with a blonde girl.

Shock courses through you, but you quickly compose yourself, steeling your resolve as you step into the room. "What the hell, Kim Mingyu?" you demand, your voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside you.

The blondie starts to speak up, but you cut her off with a glare. "Shut the fuck up," you snap, your eyes flashing with anger. "Move your slutty ass out of this conversation, or I will fucking slap the shit out of you."

The girl pales, fear flashing in her eyes as she quickly gathers her things and hurries out of the room, leaving you alone with your cheater ass boyfriend who came up with the worst alibi you can ever imagine.

Turning to face him, you feel a mixture of betrayal and disbelief swirling inside you. "So let me get this straight," you begin, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Blondie here just happened to trip and fall into your arms, and your lips just happened to touch and your tongues just happened to get tangled?! And why the fuck is she inside your room in the first place? That's fucking bullshit! Even a five-year-old can lie better than you."

He stands up shaking his head "You can't be serious right now," he says, his voice dripping with false concern. "You're overreacting, Y/N. You always do this. You jump to conclusions without even giving me a chance to explain."

Your jaw clenches, struggling to contain your frustration. "Explain?! Oh, don't even try that with me, Mingyu," you retort, your voice laced with venom. "You're the one caught red-handed making out with another girl in your room! There's no explaining your way out of this."

His expression hardens, his tone turning defensive. "She means nothing to me, Y/N. It's all a misunderstanding" he insists, his words ringing hollow. "You're the one I love. You're the one I want to be with."

You scoff, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. "Cut the crap, Mingyu. I'm not buying your lies anymore," you say, your voice trembling with suppressed anger.

"You know what, I can't believe you're making such a big deal out of nothing," he says dismissively, his tone dripping with disdain. "You're the one who's always accusing me of cheating, when all I've ever done is try to be a good boyfriend to you."

You feel a surge of frustration at his words, struggling to comprehend how he could downplay his actions so callously. "You gotta be kidding me?!" you reply, your voice tinged with bafflement. "You honestly think that what just happened isn't cheating? Is this some kind of a joke to you?"

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. "It's not like I slept with her or anything," he retorts, his tone defensive.

You stare at him incredulously. "Are you serious right now? So now cheating is only cheating if it involves sex?" you shoot back, your voice rising in frustration. "What kind of mindset do you even have?!"

But Mingyu refuses to back down, his arrogance fueling his argument. "I never said anything when you and that Wonwoo were talking, right?" he retorts, his voice laced with accusation. "So why can't you just ignore this one time thing? It's not like it means anything."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, the hypocrisy of his argument leaving you speechless. "You're comparing me talking to a friend to you making out with another girl?" you ask, shaking your head in disbelief.

But before you can say anything else, Mingyu leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin. "If you're mad because you saw me kissing someone, then fine," he says, his voice dangerously low. "I can fucking kiss you right now if that's what you want."

As he leans closer, you push him away with all the strength you can muster, disgust evident on your face. "Don't you dare put your dirty mouth on me," you hiss, your voice trembling with rage.

But Mingyu refuses to back down, his desperation evident as he tries to guilt-trip you into forgiving him. "Don't tell me you're going to throw away three years of our relationship over a simple kiss with that girl," he argues, his voice pleading.

"A simple kiss?!" you repeat. "You call that a simple kiss? You two were practically eating each other alive, and you call that a simple kiss?!"

He brushes his hair back in annoyance, clearly growing impatient with the conversation. "Then why don't you go make out with someone so we can be even?" he challenges, his voice tinged with bitterness. "You can call Wonwoo for God's sake."

"You know what? We're done," you declare, your voice firm and resolute as you finally put an end to the conversation between the two of you.

"Fine, be that way," Mingyu snaps, his tone tinged with resentment. "But don't come crying to me when you realize what you've lost."

You narrow your eyes, refusing to be intimidated by his attempts to guilt-trip you more. "Don't you worry," you retort, your voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside you. "I would never come back, even if you begged on your knees."

As you turn and walk away from his room, a mixture of relief and sadness washes over you. You should have trusted your instincts from the beginning, and now you're experiencing the painful aftermath of ignoring them.

Instead of returning to your dorm building, you decide to head back to your parents' home. With a week left before spring break ends, you figure you might as well make the most of it and seek some comfort and solace. As you settle into your old bedroom, you can't help but twist and turn, replaying the events that transpired with Mingyu.

Lost in thought, you almost didn't hear your mom calling you for dinner. Taking a deep breath, you push yourself to get up and head downstairs. As you reach the dining room, you're taken aback by the sight of an unexpected but familiar face at the dinner table.

"Hi there, munchkin," says Wonwoo, smiling warmly at you.

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Mingyu's POV

Mingyu sits in front of his laptop, his friends appearing on the screen. But instead of the usual banter and laughter, he's met with teasing and mockery.

"You really screwed up this time, Kim. Mingyu," Minghao chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. "I can't believe you thought that lame excuse would fly."

His jaw tightens as he tries to defend himself. "I didn't know she was coming back early," he protests, his voice defensive. "I panicked, okay?"

Dokyeom lets out a snort of laughter. "Come on, man. Even my niece could come up with a better lie than that and she's three," he says, unable to contain his amusement.

Mingyu's frustration grows as they continue to poke fun at him. He absentmindedly plays with the ball in his hand, tossing it up and catching it in a futile attempt to distract himself from their teasing.

"You could've said you two were rehearsing for a play or something," Minghao suggests, a smirk playing on his lips. "But naaur, you had to go with the girl tripping over and you catching her. Smart move, buddy."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," he mutters, his tone resigned. "It was a stupid excuse. I messed up, okay?"

His friends exchange knowing glances, their amusement evident in their expressions. "Well, at least you're owning up to it," Minghao says with a smirk. "But seriously, man, you need to work on your lying skills."

Suddenly, Dokyeom interrupts, holding up his phone to the screen with a smirk. "Hey, check it out. Y/N just posted a story on IG."

Minghao lets out a playful laugh, nudging him teasingly. "Are you stalking her right now? How else would you be so updated on her posts?"

Dokyeom chuckles, shrugging off the teasing with a dismissive wave. "Hey, I just happened to see it pop up on my feed," he defends himself, though the grin on his face betrays his amusement.

Mingyu's curiosity peaks, and he can't resist the urge to ask, "Well, what did she post?"

Dokyeom continues, his grin widening. "Looks like Y/N's with her best friend now. Niceee, I smell a rebound," he says, laughing at his own joke.

part 1, part 3,

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3 in 1 | 95 liner

You've been half-expecting Jeonghan and Seungcheol to show up just behind you, when you and Joshua arrived home, but to your relief, they haven't appeared. Two hours have passed since you both returned, and you took their absence as assurance that they accepted your refusal for tonight's activities. As you go through your nightly routine, taking a relaxing bath and slipping into your favorite pajamas – Joshua's worn-out shirt and your underwear – you start to feel a sense of peace settle over you.

However, just as you're about to settle into bed after you done your nightly routine, the doorbell rings, shattering your sense of calm. Your heart races as you exchange a knowing glance with Joshua, silently communicating your worry.

He kisses your temple reassuringly before getting up to answer the door, his expression a mix of resignation and amusement.

Sure enough, when he returns to the bedroom, you see this two motherf*ckers, Jeonghan and Seungcheol grinning from ear to ear, holding a bag between them.

"Sorry we're late, just stopped by a sex shop on the way," Jeonghan announces with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Seungcheol adds, "You didn't forget about us, right?"

Before you can respond, they empty the contents of the bag onto your bed, revealing an array of toys and accessories, from handcuffs to blindfolds to various sizes of dildos and vibrators. Your eyes widen in surprise and disbelief at the sheer audacity of their purchase.

"You're serious about this?" you ask incredulously, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

They both share a meaningful look before turning their attention back to you. "Dead serious," they reply in unison, their expressions leaving no room for doubt.

You sigh, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you as you voice your reluctance. "I'm already tired, guys. Can't we save this for another time?" you suggest, pulling the blanket over yourself in a silent plea for them to respect your wishes.

But Seungcheol isn't deterred. With a playful grin, he gently removes the blanket covering you, revealing your tired but still adorable form. "Aw, look at how cute you are," he comments, his tone teasing yet affectionate.

You shoot a pleading glance at Joshua, silently hoping he'll support your decision to call it a night. However, you find him surprisingly eager, as he retrieves a blindfold with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Come on, babe," Joshua says persuasively, his voice coaxing. "This could be the first and final time we try something like this. You've always been open to experimenting, so why not give it a chance?"

You hesitate, torn between your exhaustion and the allure of trying something new with your partner and friends. With a sigh, you finally relent, nodding reluctantly as you allow Joshua to place the blindfold over your eyes, your heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement at what the night may hold.

"Such a good girl," Joshua murmurs approvingly, his lips brushing yours in a gentle peck as he fastens the blindfold securely over your eyes.

Before you can react, you feel the sensation of something cold and metallic wrapping around your wrist. Startled, you realize that Jeonghan has placed handcuffs on you, securing your hands together.

"Why don't we add this to the mix?" he suggests, his voice filled with mischief as he tightens the restraints, ensuring they're snug but not uncomfortable.

Sensing your apprehension, Joshua interjects with a note of reassurance. "Don't worry, princess," he says softly, his hand gently caressing your cheek. "We'll use a safe word in case things get too intense."

You nod, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness, you remain still as you sense someone removing your underwear, the cool air brushing against your skin. Simultaneously, another hand raises your shirt, exposing your bare torso.

"Here, bite down on this," Jeonghan's voice instructs gently, his tone both reassuring and commanding.

You comply, taking hold of the fabric with your teeth, feeling a surge of excitement and vulnerability as you await the next move. The blindfold heightens your senses, amplifying every touch and sound as you surrender to the sensations enveloping you, guided by the desires of Joshua and his friends.

"Why don't you open your legs for us, doll?" Seungcheol's voice breaks through the anticipation, his tone both firm and teasing.

You obey his command, parting your legs as instructed, feeling a rush of excitement and vulnerability at the thought of being exposed to their gaze.

As you comply, you hear Joshua's voice interjecting, a note of caution lacing his words. "Let's not go overboard, guys," he says firmly, his tone carrying a hint of authority as he settles into the armchair nearby.

A shiver runs down your spine as you feel someone's presence behind you, their hands reaching around to grope your breasts, pinching and pulling at your hard nipples. Their breath tickles your ear as they bite and suck on the sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

"God, you're so responsive," Jeonghan murmurs huskily, his voice sending a thrill down your spine.

Just then, you hear the distinct sound of a cup being opened, and you realize that Seungcheol is now joining in the action.

"You’re already getting so wet," he teases, his voice filled with amusement as he continues to prepare the dildo. "Looks like you’re enjoying this more than you thought."

Blindfolded and vulnerable, you suddenly feel something pressing against your entrance. As it slips inside you, a gasp escapes your lips, causing the shirt you were biting to fall from your mouth. Jeonghan quickly catches it, his touch firm yet gentle.

"Bite it again," he whispers softly, guiding the fabric back between your teeth. He plants a tender kiss on the side of your lips, his breath warm against your skin. "We wouldn't want your lovely sounds to be too loud, would we?" His lips linger for a moment before pulling away, the intimate gesture heightening your arousal even more.

Seungcheol begins to thrust the dildo inside you slowly, the sensation intensifying with each deliberate movement. The toy glides in smoothly, aided by the generous amount of lube, and you can feel every inch of it stretching and filling you. He pulls it out almost entirely before pushing it back in, setting a torturous pace that leaves you craving more.

Meanwhile, Jeonghan continues his sensual exploration of your body. One of his hands squeezes and kneads your breast, his fingers expertly finding and teasing your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through you. His other hand is occupied with your other breast, but this time with his mouth. His lips encircle your nipple, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure, his tongue swirling and flicking the sensitive bud.

Your moans grow louder as Seungcheol’s thrusts become more forceful, pushing you closer to the edge of climax. The relentless pace drives you wild, the pleasure intensifying with each movement.

Suddenly, Hannie cups your face, his lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, exploring and tangling with yours, the sensation pushing you further into a state of bliss. You crave more, your body instinctively straining against the handcuffs as you try to pull him closer.

"Please," you manage to moan between kisses, your voice filled with desperation. "Let me touch you..."

But he pulls back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of desire and control. "No, darling," he murmurs softly, his voice firm yet affectionate. "You need to stay just like this." Seungcheol’s voice joins in, his tone teasing. "You look so perfect all chained up and desperate. Just enjoy the ride."

Jeonghan's lips return to yours, silencing any further protests, while his hands continue their relentless exploration of your body.

As you feel yourself nearing the peak of ecstasy, Seungcheol abruptly removes the sex toy from your body, leaving you in a state of desperate need and frustration. Your breath hitches as you're left panting and trembling, on the brink of release but denied the final push.

Seungcheol rummages through the pile of sex toys he and Jeonghan brought, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Hey, Josh, have you two ever done anal?" he asks casually, his tone playful yet suggestive.

Joshua, thoroughly enjoying the scene, responds with a smirk. "Yeah, we've tried it," he replies nonchalantly, sending a surge of humiliation and arousal coursing through you.

Seungcheol's grin widens as he turns his attention back to you, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. "Well, well, seems like you're in for a treat," he says teasingly, his fingers trailing over the array of toys at his disposal.

You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you realize what he's implying, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension swirling in your mind. With your senses heightened and your body on edge, you brace yourself for whatever pleasures—and challenges—lie ahead.

Seungcheol begins to prepare the anal bead, coating it generously with lube as he looks at you with a wicked grin. "You need to be prepped properly before we let two dicks enter you," he remarks, his tone both playful and suggestive.

You're still catching your breath from the earlier sensations when Jeonghan asks Seungcheol for the wand vibrator. Without hesitation, Cheol hands it over, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

The two of them work together, teasing and pleasuring you in a dizzying whirlwind of sensation. Seungcheol inserts the anal bead slowly but steadily, each inch driving you closer to the edge. Meanwhile, Jeonghan places the wand vibrator against your folds, allowing you to acclimate to the sensation before pressing it directly against your clitoris.

As the vibrations send waves of pleasure coursing through you, you find yourself on the brink of orgasm. "I'm coming," you gasp, your voice thick with need and lust.

But just as you're about to tip over into ecstasy, Jeonghan abruptly stops his actions, leaving you teetering on the edge of release. You whimper in frustration, the intensity of the pleasure almost unbearable as you struggle to regain your composure, your body still quivering with anticipation and need.

As the blindfold begins to loosen, your vision clears enough to see Joshua watching the scene with avid interest. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you plead with him for help, your voice thick with desperation.

"Joshua, please," you beg, reaching out to him for support. "I need... I need to come."

Joshua meets your gaze, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he watches you squirm. "Sorry, babe," he says with a playful smirk. "But I think you're in good hands."

You let out a whine of frustration, feeling the discomfort of the handcuffs digging into your wrists. Turning to Joshua with pleading eyes, you whimper, "Joshua, please… Can't they at least remove the handcuffs? They're hurting me…"

Seungcheol chuckles at your plea, his tone teasing as he responds, "Oh, you want the handcuffs off, do you? Well, you're going to have to beg properly if you want that, doll."

You let out another frustrated groan, realizing that they're not going to make it easy for you. With a mixture of humiliation and arousal coursing through you, you take a deep breath and muster up the courage to beg, knowing that it's the only way to get some relief from the restraints.

Jeonghan finally takes pity on you and removes the handcuffs, allowing you to massage your sore wrists with relief. Before you can fully relax, however, he swiftly removes your shirt, declaring, "This shirt kept bothering me," with a playful grin.

You let out a sigh of relief as you feel the fabric slide off your skin, grateful for the small comfort it brings. But as you try to adjust your position, you're reminded of the toy still nestled inside you, keeping you on edge.

With a growing sense of impatience, you turn to the two men, your voice tinged with frustration as you demand, "When are you two going to start fucking me? I'm losing my patience here."

Their laughter fills the room, mingling with the sound of the vibrating toy and your own needy moans, as they exchange knowing glances, clearly enjoying the game they're playing with you.

Seungcheol's voice sends a shiver down your spine as he instructs you to turn over and lift your ass. Without hesitation, you comply, shifting onto your hands and knees, presenting yourself to them.

As you face Jeonghan, he removes the blindfold from your eyes, allowing you to see him clearly for the first time since the evening began. The room spins momentarily as you take in his gaze, a mixture of desire and adoration reflected in his eyes.

You find yourself leaning into Jeonghan's neck, seeking comfort and stability as Seungcheol begins to remove the anal bead from your ass. The sensation is both exhilarating and intense, causing you to gasp and moan softly.

Seungcheol's hand comes down in a sharp slap against your ass, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through you. "You're ready to take them," he declares confidently, his voice filled with anticipation and desire.

Before your friends begin to fuck you, Joshua calls you over to him with a commanding tone. "Come here, princess" he says, spreading his legs wide open, the bulge in his shorts visible to you.

With a mix of anticipation and excitement, you crawl towards him, feeling a surge of desire building within you as you gaze at the bulge in his shorts.

You obediently start to suck him, your lips wrapping around him as you take him deep into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around him, eliciting a soft groan from Joshua as you begin to move your head back and forth, sucking him eagerly.

As you pleasure him, you can't help but feel the heat between your legs intensify. With one hand wrapped around his shaft, you use the other to tease yourself, slipping your fingers between your folds and circling your clit. The sensation is electrifying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you as you continue to pleasure Joshua with your mouth.

You hear the other two commenting on your actions, their voices filled with admiration and arousal. "Look at her, sucking Joshua like a pro while fingering herself," Seungcheol remarks, his tone filled with lust.

Jeonghan adds, his voice husky with desire, "She's so lewd and needy, it's driving me crazy."

Their words only fuel your arousal further, pushing you closer to the edge as you lose yourself in the intoxicating pleasure of servicing Joshua while satisfying your own desires.

As Joshua and you reach your climax, waves of pleasure wash over you, leaving you breathless and spent. You collapse against his thigh, catching your breath as his warm essence lands on your face. He gently wipes away some of the remaining fluid from your mouth and cleanses your face, his touch tender and reassuring.

Once you've caught your breath, Joshua gives Seungcheol and Jeonghan his approval, signaling that they can finally fuck you. Seungcheol scoops you up in his arms, carrying you over to the bed with a possessive yet tender grip, laying you down gently.

Jeonghan lies naked before you, his gaze intense as he invites you to take control, his voice husky with desire. "Come ride me, darling," he urges, his hands reaching out to caress your hips, urging you to straddle him.

With a seductive smile, you eagerly comply, positioning yourself above him. Your hands find purchase on his chest as you lower yourself onto his erect shaft, feeling him slide effortlessly into you. A soft moan escapes your lips as you begin to move, your hips rocking back and forth in a slow, tantalizing rhythm.

Your hands find purchase on his chest, fingers digging into his skin as you rock your hips in rhythm with his thrusts.

Jeonghan's hands roam your body, gripping your breast firmly. "That's it, baby," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "Ride me just like that."

Meanwhile, Seungcheol kneels behind you, his hands finding your hips as he positions himself. With a firm yet gentle push, he guides you back against Jeonghan's chest, his own arousal pressing against your entrance.

You gasp as he enters you from behind, the sensation of being filled in both your pussy and ass overwhelming yet intoxicating. Seungcheol straddles your hips, his weight pressing down on you as he crouches low, his thrusts synchronized with yours and Jeonghan's.

Lost in the ecstasy of the moment, you close your eyes, surrendering yourself completely to the pleasure. You feel yourself clenching around them, the sensation driving you closer to the edge with every thrust.

Suddenly, you feel something poking your face, and when you open your eyes, you see Joshua standing before you, his desire evident in the hunger in his eyes. With a wicked grin, he suggests joining in on the action.

"I want all of your holes to be occupied," he says, his voice dripping with lust. "So why don't you be pretty good girl and let me fuck your face?"

You nod eagerly at Joshua's request, your lips parting to accommodate his erect cock. As he enters your mouth, you feel a surge of excitement mixed with a hint of apprehension. Your hand finds purchase on his thigh for support, while your other hand rests on Jeonghan's chest, seeking comfort in the midst of the overwhelming sensations.

Joshua begins to thrust into your mouth with controlled urgency, setting a rhythm that matches the movements of Seungcheol and Jeonghan behind you. His cock fills your mouth completely, stretching your lips around him as he drives himself deeper with each thrust.

You focus on the task at hand, using your tongue and lips to pleasure Joshua as best you can amidst the onslaught of sensations. The taste of his arousal fills your senses, mingling with the sounds of your own muffled moans and the wet, rhythmic sounds of thrusts of the two men sandwiching you.

As the three men continue to thrust into your respective holes, the pleasure becomes almost overwhelming. Your body trembles with arousal as you feel your orgasm building relentlessly, the intensity of the stimulation pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

But just as you're about to reach the peak, the pressure and stimulation become too much to bear. With a gasp, you feel yourself teetering on the brink of release before everything fades away into darkness, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the pleasure.

As you faint into unconsciousness, Joshua quickly withdraws his cock from your mouth, concern etched on his face as you slump against Jeonghan's body. The suddenness of your collapse shocks all three men, their expressions filled with worry and uncertainty.

The other two swiftly remove their cocks from your trembling body, their hands gentle as they lay you down on the bed, their concern evident in their actions.

The realization that none of them have reached their climax yet adds to the frustration in the room. Joshua breaks the silence, his voice tinged with urgency. "There are enough bathrooms in the house," he suggests, gesturing towards the door. "You two can finish on your own."

Seungcheol and Jeonghan exchange a glance, understanding passing between them as they reluctantly nod in agreement. With a mixture of disappointment and anticipation, they gather themselves and make their way out of the room, leaving you lying on the bed, unconscious and spent from the intense pleasure.

With a sigh, Joshua carefully lifts you in his arms, carrying you to the bathtub where he gently cleanses you, his touch tender as he washes away the remnants of your shared passion. Once you're cleaned and refreshed, he carries you back to the bed and covers you with a warm blanket, ensuring you're comfortable before he leaves to take care of his own needs in the restroom.

When he returns, he finds Jeonghan and Seungcheol sitting on the edge of the bed, their own desires sated.

Seungcheol chuckles softly, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Looks like she's really tired, huh?" he remarks, a playful glint in his eyes.

Joshua nods in agreement as he lays down beside you, gently caressing your hair with a tender touch. "Well, we've been edging her for hours," he points out, his tone gentle yet matter-of-fact. "And let's not forget the fact that there were three of us inside her."

Jeonghan joins the conversation, his voice filled with affection as he adds, "She did so well, though. I'm impressed by how much she could take."

As the two men prepare to leave, they each lean down to kiss your forehead tenderly, expressing their gratitude and bidding farewell to Joshua. With a final glance at your sleeping form, they exit the room, leaving you and Shua alone.

As they depart, Joshua wraps his arms around you, pulling you close as he cuddles you gently. He guides your head to rest on his chest, his heartbeat steady and reassuring beneath your ear as he whispers soothing words of comfort.

part 1

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just a normal morning | kim mingyu

"Morning," you greeted him half-heartedly.

"It's already afternoon," he pointed out, his tone light with a hint of amusement.

You rolled your eyes. "Well, what time did you wake up then?" you retorted.

"Just two hours ago," Mingyu replied, his attention still focused on the stove.

"Exactly," you sighed, giving in to your exhaustion as you propped yourself up on the countertop, opting for the comfort of its cool surface over a proper chair. Sometimes, lounging was just more appealing than sitting properly.

He then turned off the stove and made his way over to you, his warm hands cupping your face gently. His touch was comforting, and you couldn't help but lean into it, despite your stubborn mood. His grin softened as he squeezed your cheeks playfully.

"Why is my baby girl so grumpy?" he teased, his canine teeth peeking through his grin, adding to his charm.

You reciprocated Mingyu's gesture, cupping his face in your hands. "I don't know, maybe someone didn't let me sleep last night," you replied with a hint of playful accusation, your eyes flickering down to his neck and shoulder. There, unmistakable hickeys and bite marks adorned his skin.

He caught the mischievous glint in your eyes as they roamed over his body, lingering on the evidence of your shared passion. With a playful chuckle, he gently tilted your chin upwards, drawing your attention back to his face.

"Hey now, my eyes are up here," he joked, his tone light and teasing.

You squinted your eyes at him in mock disbelief before wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your foreheads together. A smile tugged at Mingyu's lips as he reciprocated, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

As the silence enveloped you both, Mingyu broke it with three simple words, "I love you." he whispered, his voice soft but filled with sincerity.

A smile spread across your face, your heart swelling with warmth. Without a word, you leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. You could feel Mingyu's smile against your lips as he kissed you back.

His lips were soft and warm against yours, his hands started to roamed your body with a gentle priority, fingers tracing the curves of your back, sending shivers down your spine. You responded, tangling your fingers in his hair.

The kiss deepened, becoming more fervent with each passing moment. Mingyu's lips moved with a hunger that mirrored your own, a silent plea for more, for deeper connection. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you welcomed him eagerly, the taste of him overwhelming your senses.

As your tongues danced in a passionate embrace, a soft moan escaped your lips, muffled by the intensity of the kiss. Mingyu's hands roamed lower, cupping the small of your back, pulling you flush against him until there was no space left between your bodies.

Time seemed to stand still as you became lost in the rhythm of your breaths, the pounding of your hearts echoing in the silence.

A soft sigh escaped your lips, a sound of contentment and surrender. Mingyu responded with a gentle hum of approval, his lips moving against yours with a renewed sense of urgency.

As you finally pulled away, your foreheads remained pressed together, your breaths mingling in the air. Gazing into each other's eyes, you cupped Mingyu's face in your hands, showering him with affectionate kisses. One by one, you kissed the tips of his nose, his forehead, both sides of his cheeks, and finally, one last smack on his lips, accompanied by a playful smack sound. "I love you too." you whispered.

He laughed at your display of affection, his eyes sparkling with adoration. He pulled you into a tight hug, his arms wrapped securely around you. "There you go again making me love you more," he whispered, his voice filled with love and sincerity.

Your stomach suddenly grumbled loudly, breaking the tender silence between you. He chuckled, pulling away from the embrace slightly. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I should finish cooking," he said with a smile.

Before he could step away, you wrapped your legs and arms around him like a koala, clinging tightly. "You can cook while I'm like this," you declared, nuzzling your face into his neck.

Mingyu laughed heartily, the sound vibrating through your entire body. "Alright, baby koala." he said, adjusting his grip to support you better. He carried you effortlessly back to the stove, your arms and legs securely wrapped around him.

Balancing you with ease, he resumed his cooking, stirring the contents of the pot with one hand while holding you with the other.

"You're making this a bit challenging, you know," he teased, glancing at you over his shoulder.

"That's the point," you quipped back, planting a quick kiss on his cheek before nuzzling into the crook of his neck again.

Mingyu chuckled and shook his head, but you could feel the smile tugging at his lips. With you clinging to him like this, he knew that cooking might take a bit longer, but he doesn't mind it at all.

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"Shuaa," you say with a hopeful grin, "I want a new scent. Like the smell of the ground after rain, but with a hint of old books, a dash of morning coffee, and a sprinkle of cinnamon." His brows knit together in confusion. "Why?" he starts to ask, but then he sees the excitement in your eyes. "Alright," he chuckles, "I'll give it a shot. But remember, the time you asked for a scent that reminded you of freshly cut grass and bubblegum or vanilla with pinch of motor oil." Grinning, you plant a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks, love.”

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"Like it?" he asked, running a hand through his freshly dyed locks. You look at him, bemused. "Last week you were a strawberry, the following week you became a peach. Before you left the house you were orange, and now you're a blueberry." He grins sheepishly. "I just wanted to try something new." You raise an eyebrow. "I don't know if I should cry for your scalp or wonder if you lowkey wanted to be a fruit salad." Seungcheol laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Maybe a bit of both?" You chuckle, shaking your head. "Bald cheol is coming."

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two bugs | jeongcheol

Standing at the edge of the pool, casually sipping your drink, when a sudden impact knocks the cup from your hand. Pain flares up on your face, and you taste blood. Someone had thrown a volleyball, and it hit you squarely in the mouth. Who the fuck brings a ball to an acquaintance party?

Before you can process the pain fully, you hear laughter. Turning, you see Jeonghan and Seungcheol approaching, grinning like they’ve just heard the funniest joke.

“Your lip is bleeding,” Jeonghan says, his tone mockingly concerned.

You roll your eyes, wiping at the blood with the back of your hand. “No shit, Sherlock.”

Jeonghan steps closer, his eyes glinting with mischief. You barely have time to react before he leans in, his tongue flicking out to lick the blood from your lip. “Tastes metallic,” he murmurs, pulling back slightly, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

Seungcheol, not to be outdone, moves in next. His mouth brushes against yours, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he gives a gentle nibble. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine, though you refuse to let them see you flinch.

Annoyed and unamused, you lift both middle fingers in their direction. “Fuck off, both of you.”

They laugh again, clearly entertained by your reaction, and you find yourself wondering how you ended up friends with these two idiots in the first place.

As you lick your lips, trying to stem the flow of blood, you catch Jeonghan and Seungcheol sharing secretive glances over their drinks, their expressions unreadable. You can't help but feel a pang of discomfort at the situation. It's true; your relationship with them is anything but conventional.

It all started with a hookup, or maybe two separate ones, blurred lines and alcohol making it hard to remember exactly how it began. You didn't know they were friends until later, and somehow, despite your initial reluctance, you found yourself drawn into their orbit.

You never intended to be friends with benefits with either of them, let alone both. But here you are, navigating this strange dynamic where you're more than friends but less than lovers. It's a messy situation, one you're not entirely comfortable with, but they seem to enjoy the ambiguity of it all.

As the silence stretches on, Jeonghan breaks it in his typical straightforward manner. "Let's have sex," he says casually, his tone almost nonchalant.

You glance around nervously, half expecting someone to have overheard his outrageous remarks. With a quick smack to his head, you hiss, "Seriously? In a public place?"

Jeonghan rubs his head, chuckling softly. "Relax, nobody heard it," he reassures you, though you're not entirely convinced.

Meanwhile, Seungcheol takes a sip of his drink, seemingly unfazed by the conversation. "Sounds good to me," he chimes in, but then his expression shifts as if he just remembered something important. "Ah, but aren't you on your period?" he asks, raising an eyebrow in mock innocence.

You groan, burying your face in your hands. Leave it to them to bring up the most awkward details at the most inappropriate times. "Can we please just enjoy the party like normal people?" you mutter, exasperated.

The two of them answer in chorus, a synchronized "No," their grins widening mischievously.

You let out a defeated sigh, raising both hands in surrender. "Alright, alright," you concede, knowing full well that you won't win when it's two against one.

Taking Seungcheol's cup, you down a sip of whatever he's been drinking, trying to distract yourself from the absurdity of the conversation. With a playful smile, you suggest, "Hey, why don't you two go find someone else to bother instead of pestering me all the time?"

Both the two fckers shake their heads in unison, rejecting your proposal. "Nah, you're our favorite toy to play with," Jeonghan says with a playful wink.

Your patience wears thin, and you can't help but curse under your breath. "Fuck both of you," you mutter, half-jokingly.

Their response comes quick and cheeky, "We want to, but you don't like period sex," they say in unison, earning a round of laughter from nearby partygoers who overheard the exchange.

You then start walking away, hoping to escape the relentless banter of the two. As you make your way into the house, the thumping bass of music grows louder, and you find yourself amidst a crowd of dancing students.

Behind you, you hear the familiar voices of Jeonghan and Seungcheol, calling out to you. "Where are you going?" they ask, their tone playful and suggestive.

Trying to shake them off, you quicken your pace, weaving through the crowd until you find yourself standing in front of a closed bedroom door. Without thinking much, you twist the doorknob and slip inside, hoping for a moment of peace.

To your dismay, before you can even process your surroundings, the door swings open behind you, and Jeonghan and Seungcheol step inside, looking amused. "Wow, would you look at that," Jeonghan remarks, a smirk playing on his lips. "An empty room, just when we needed it."

Before you can protest or attempt to flee, one of them steps forward and locks the door behind them, sealing your fate with the two troublemakers. Panic starts to rise within you as you realize there's no way out.

You take a cautious step back as they advance, their playful demeanor sending a chill down your spine. With nowhere to run, you find yourself backed into a corner, their smirks growing wider with each step they take.

Seungcheol's taunting words only add to the tension in the room, his voice thick with suggestion. "Come on now, don't be shy," he repeats, his eyes glimmering with mischief. "It's not like we haven't done anything before," he adds, his tone teasing.

You swallow hard, trying to ignore the memories that his words evoke. Despite your best efforts to resist, the reminder of your past encounters with them sends a shiver down your spine.

Jeonghan's voice cuts through the tension, his words surprising you. "We won't have sex... for now," he declares, his tone surprisingly serious. "We respect that you're not a fan of period sex."

You feel a rush of relief wash over you at his understanding, grateful that they're willing to set aside their desires for your comfort. But then he continues, his words sending a jolt of heat through you. "But we really need you," he admits, his tone low and urgent. "No other girls can satisfy our needs. And we know you're just like us. No hookups can satisfy you either."

Jeonghan steps closer, his hand extending towards you. Without hesitation, you grasp it, allowing him to pull you closer until your bodies are inches apart.

He leans in, you feel his warm breath against your lips before his mouth captures yours in a passionate kiss. His lips are soft yet demanding, his tongue gently probing, seeking entrance.

You part your lips in response, granting him access as the kiss deepens, becoming more fervent with each passing moment. His tongue explores your mouth with a fervor that leaves you breathless, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

As the intensity of the kiss with Jeonghan threatens to consume you, you're suddenly pulled back by Seungcheol, his grip firm on your arm. Before you can react, his lips crash onto yours, the force of his kiss catching you off guard.

A gasp escapes your lips as Seungcheol bites down gently on your lower lip, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and surprise. You feel a jolt of electricity shoot through you as he deepens the kiss, his tongue invading your mouth with a dominating force.

As you pull away, gasping for breath, the intensity of the moment hangs heavy in the air. But before you can even gather your thoughts, the two men are already voicing their desires, their pleas for you to satisfy them echoing in the room.

"Please," they both say, their voices laced with need as they ask you to suck them off.

You nod in agreement, your own arousal growing with each passing moment. As you kneel down before them, they eagerly unbuckle their pants, freeing their hardened cocks.

Without hesitation, you take Seungcheol's member into your mouth, feeling him throb against your tongue as you eagerly work him with your lips and tongue. Meanwhile, your hand wraps around Jeonghan's shaft, providing him with a steady rhythm of pleasure.

The room fills with their moans, their praises of your skillful ministrations mingling with the sounds of their pleasure. "Oh, fuck," Seungcheol groans, his voice strained with ecstasy. "You're so good, Y/N."

Jeonghan's breath hitches as you switch your attention to him, his head falling back in ecstasy. "Yes, just like that," he moans, his hands tangling in your hair as he guides your movements.

As you continue to alternate between them, their arousal mounting with each passing moment, you can't help but revel in the power you hold over them, the pleasure you're able to elicit. And in this moment, with their praises echoing in your ears, you feel a sense of satisfaction unlike anything else.

As you continue to switch between them, alternating between sucking Jeonghan and Seungcheol, the intensity of the moment builds with each passing second. But before you realize it, they take matters into their own hands, guiding their cocks into your mouth simultaneously.

You're momentarily overwhelmed by the sensation of having both of them filling your mouth, their moans mingling together in the air. Despite the initial surprise, you eagerly adapt, taking them both in as deeply as you can, your tongue working to pleasure them both.

Their hisses of pleasure fill the room as you work your magic, the sounds driving you to new heights of arousal. You can feel them nearing their climax, the tension in their bodies reaching a fever pitch.

And then, it happens. They both reach their peak simultaneously, releasing their hot, sticky loads into your mouth. You swallow eagerly, trying to keep up with the flood of sensation as their release coats your tongue and slides down your throat.

But there's too much, and some spills over, spreading across your face and lips in a glistening mess. You close your eyes, savoring the moment as you lick your lips clean, the taste of them still lingering on your tongue.

As the two guys catch their breath, their chests heaving with exertion, they exchange a satisfied glance, a shared understanding of the intense pleasure they've just experienced. "That was the best," Jeonghan remarks, his voice tinged with satisfaction.

You can't help but smile at their words, feeling a warmth spread through you at the knowledge that you've satisfied them both. But as you glance down at yourself, you realize the mess they've made, their essence staining your shirt and skin.

Before you can even voice a complaint, Seungcheol acts quickly, forcefully removing Jeonghan's jacket and draping it over your shoulders. Meanwhile, Jeonghan reaches for his handkerchief, gently wiping the traces of their release from your face with a tenderness that surprises you.

As they help you stand and tidy yourself up, you feel a rush of gratitude towards them, despite their occasional antics. They may be a pain in the ass at times, but in moments like these, their care and consideration shine through.

With their pants buckled up once more, they each lean in and press a kiss to your cheek, a silent gesture of gratitude and affection. As you three started to head out.

Jeonghan begins to open his mouth, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he turns to Seungcheol. "Hey, when will Y/N's period end? I can't wait to—"

Before he can even finish his sentence, you instinctively slap him on the arm, cutting him off mid-word. "Seriously, Hannie?" you exclaim, rolling your eyes at his audacity.

Jeonghan winces, rubbing his arm where you struck him, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Ow, okay, okay, I get it," he mumbles, realizing he's crossed a line once again.

Seungcheol chuckles beside him, shaking his head in amusement. "You never learn, do you?" he teases, shooting a sympathetic glance in your direction.

....... ≿━━━━━༺S.COUPS༻━━━━━≾ .......

....... ≿━━━━༺JEONGHAN༻━━━━≾ .......

[imloyaltoscoups]

it's just a game | jeon wonwoo

Sitting on the barstool, you watch your boyfriend dance with the girl in the middle of the crowded club. The pulsating lights and thumping music create an atmosphere that’s electric, almost tangible. You can't help but smile, offering him a supportive "you're doing great, honey" look. It's all part of the game you two are playing, a lighthearted competition to see who can make the other jealous first. You both know the rules: whoever gets under the other's skin first, wins.

Wonwoo, ever the possessive one in your relationship, is at a disadvantage. He knows you're not the jealous type, yet he insists on playing. You take another sip of your cocktail, a mix of sweet and tangy flavors dancing on your tongue. You start to worry that his plan might backfire.

The girl dancing with Wonu moves closer, her movements becoming more sensual. She sways her hips in time with the music, her body undulating in a way that draws the eyes of everyone around. She slides her hands up her sides, then down again, accentuating her curves. She turns around, backing into him as she grinds against his body, her eyes locking onto his with a flirtatious spark.

You grimace, not out of jealousy, but out of genuine surprise at how forward she is. "Not bad," you mutter to yourself, lifting your glass in a mock salute. "Props to the girl." Your voice is low, only audible to yourself as you take another sip.

He catches your eye over the girl's shoulder, and you can see the faintest flicker of worry in his gaze. He knows this is a bold move, and he’s well aware of the risk he's taking. But instead of feeling threatened, you find it almost amusing. You can tell he’s trying hard to keep his cool, to maintain the upper hand in this game.

The girl continues her dance, turning back around to face him. She drapes her arms around his neck, leaning in close as if to whisper something in his ear. You watch with mild interest, still smiling, your expression a mixture of amusement and bemusement.

Wonwoo's eyes flicker to you again, and you give him a reassuring smile, as if to say, "You’ve got this, honey." He knows you well enough to recognize that look. It’s not one of jealousy or anger, but rather a playful reminder that you’re not so easily shaken.

You lean back on your stool, crossing your legs and taking another sip of your drink. The game is still on, and you’re confident that you have the upper hand. You can see the tension in Wonwoo’s posture, the way he’s trying to balance his focus between the girl in front of him and you.

The girl moves closer, her dance becoming more intimate. She presses her body against him, moving in a way that would make most people uncomfortable. But you just watch, your smile never wavering. You know that your boyfriend’s mind isn’t on her – it’s on you, and how you’re reacting.

As you finish your drink, you place the glass down with a decisive clink, smacking your lips together in satisfaction. You lock eyes with Wonwoo, a mischievous glint in your gaze, signaling that it's your turn to make a move. You see his jaw clench, the muscles tightening, as he braces himself for what you might do next.

He gently removes the girl's hands from around his neck and steps away, heading toward a nearby couch. The positioning is perfect—a guy you've noticed eyeing you all evening is sitting right in front of him.

With a confident pace, you walk over to the couch and gracefully perch yourself on the armrest, positioning yourself close to the guy who has been watching you. You give Wonu a quick, challenging glance before turning your attention to the new guy.

"Hi," you say, flashing a charming smile. "Having a good time?"

The guy, clearly flattered by your attention, responds eagerly. "Yeah, it's a great night. How about you?"

You engage in conversation, leaning in slightly to close the distance, making sure Wonwoo can see every move. You laugh at the guy's jokes, your hand lightly brushing his arm as you talk. The guy's eyes light up with interest, and he starts to mirror your body language, leaning closer and speaking more lively.

From the corner of your eye, you can see Wonwoo's reaction. His expression is carefully neutral, but you know him well enough to spot the subtle signs of his growing frustration. His fingers tap rhythmically against the arm of the couch, and his gaze flickers between you and the guy, assessing every detail.

As the guy's hand edges towards your waist, you exchange a knowing glance with Wonu. It's the moment you both anticipated, the tipping point in your playful game of jealousy. Without hesitation, he stands up, his expression firm as he addresses the intruder.

"Can I borrow her for a moment?" Wonwoo's request leaves no room for argument as he takes charge of the situation.

You shoot him a quick glance, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. The game is over, and you both know it. With a wry smile, you allow him to lead you away, his grip firm but gentle as he guides you through the crowd and out into the parking lot.

As you settle into the passenger seat of Wonwoo's car, the tension in the air is palpable. He opens the door for you with a silent gesture, and you slide inside, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken emotions. He takes his place in the driver's seat, his movements controlled but tense.

As the door closes with a solid thud, sealing you both inside the confined space of the car, you sense the anger radiating from him like a palpable force. His jaw is clenched, his features tight with frustration, and he leans back against the headrest, his expression clouded with unresolved emotions.

Before you can utter a word, he leans forward aggressively, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss. His mouth presses against yours with a demanding force, his tongue pushing past your lips almost painfully. The intensity of his kiss catches you off guard, and you feel a sharp pain as his teeth graze your lower lip, drawing blood.

His hand began to snakes under your dress, fingers tracing along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Before he can go any further, you grab his hand, halting his movements.

"Wait," you breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper. "Not like this."

Wonwoo withdraws, his expression conflicted as he retreats to his seat. He knows he's crossed a line, and the guilt weighs heavily on him. With a frustrated growl, he sheds his jacket, tossing it carelessly onto the backseat.

You then started to remove your underwear, Wonu clicks his tongue in approval, interpreting it as a signal to proceed. He swiftly unbuckles his pants, lowering them along with his boxers until they pool around his knees. The anticipation crackles between you as you take the initiative, straddling him and guiding him inside you.

You sink down onto him, feeling the delicious stretch and fullness as he fills you completely. A gasp escapes your lips as you begin to ride him, your movements slow and deliberate at first, savoring every sensation. Clitoral pleasure pulses through you as you press against him, seeking maximum friction and locking eyes with him in a heated gaze.

You lean back slightly, adjusting the angle, and a sharp gasp tears from your throat as his cock rubs directly against your G-spot. Pleasure courses through your veins, igniting every nerve ending in your body.

Wonwoo's movements grow more forceful and demanding, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrusts upwards to meet your movements. He leans forward, his lips trailing a path of fiery kisses along your neck, leaving behind a trail of marks that make you shiver with desire.

"I hate this damn game," he growls, his voice laced with pent-up frustration. "I never should have started it."

As you tangle his hair around your fingers, he continues his assault on your neck, leaving behind a trail of passionate hickeys. His voice breaks through the haze of desire, filled with a raw intensity as he expresses his frustration at the thought of others coveting you.

"I hate how guys look at you," he murmurs, his lips now pressed against yours, "thinking they can have you." His words are punctuated by the fervent nibbling of your lip, a gesture of possessiveness that sends shivers down your spine.

With each kiss, you can sense the desperation in his touch, the urgency in his movements. He kisses you with a roughness that borders on primal, as if trying to brand you as his own, marking you as off-limits to anyone else.

As he moves your hips, thrusting them against him, you can feel the tension building, the anticipation reaching its peak. With each movement, you draw closer to the edge, the promise of release tantalizingly so close.

And then, it happens. With a shared gasp of ecstasy, you both reach the pinnacle of pleasure together. He clings to you tighter, wrapping you in his arms as if he never wants to let go. He wants to experience his orgasm together with you, to feel your release as his own.

You can feel his essence filling you up, mingling with your own release. As you catch your breath, you pull away from his embrace, a playful glint in your eyes as you tease him, "Is this the reward for winning?"

Wonwoo glares at you for a moment before relenting, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. Despite his stern exterior, you can't help but secretly enjoy this side of him, the one that's fiercely possessive and protective of you.

"You're pretty dumb for suggesting a game you knew you wouldn't win in the first place," you quip, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.

He chuckles softly, playing with your hair as he suggests a new game. "How about we ignore each other for a day?" he proposes, a hint of challenge in his voice.

You playfully smack him on the chest, feigning offense. "Babe, that's not fair," you protest, though the idea does intrigue you.

With a smirk, you remove yourself from on top of him, allowing him to help you into the passenger seat and fasten your seatbelt. He fixes his pants, buckling them back up as he starts the engine.

"You know, if we played that game, I'm pretty sure I would lose," you admit with a laugh.

Wonwoo glances at you with a knowing smile. "I know you would lose," he says, his tone teasing yet affectionate. "That's why I proposed it."

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[imloyaltoscoups]

"Babe, if I became a rock, will you let me live with Doljjong?" Jeonghan asks with a straight face, as if this is a perfectly reasonable query. You take a deep breath, contemplating whether it's even worth dignifying his question with a response. "And if I became a pebble, would you let me be friends with Doljjong's cousins?" he continued. At this point, you can't help but feel annoyed. Without another word, you tear off a piece of your bread and shove it into his mouth, hoping that the act of chewing will at least temporarily silence his relentless questioning.

[imloyaltoscoups]

you're safe | kim mingyu ft jeon wonwoo | part 1

It's 10 am, and you're still on your dorm bed, lost in the comfort of your blankets as you stare at your phone screen, the weight of your decision feels heavy. You've been contemplating this for weeks, but finally, you've made up your mind to end things with Mingyu. Typing out the message to Wonwoo feels surreal, yet necessary. He's been your rock through thick and thin, even if life has taken you on different paths.

The vibration of your phone breaks the silence, and you see Wonwoo's reply. His words bring a mix of comfort and validation. "You mean that giant dog, your schoolmate?" he asks, and you can almost hear the concern in his voice through the text. Your thumbs move across the screen as you reply, "Who else? I've been seeing him for three years."

The familiarity of Wonwoo's understanding fills you with a sense of relief. "I know, I've had my doubts about him too," he responds, and you can't help but feel grateful for his unwavering support. Wonwoo's been there through it all, even when distance and time tried to pull you apart.

Reflecting on the past, you remember the strain Mingyu's jealousy put on your friendship with Wonu. It wasn't easy, navigating between your boyfriend's insecurities and your lifelong bond with your best friend. But now, with Wonwoo's reassurance, you feel a sense of clarity. Maybe it's time to prioritize your own happiness and well-being.

You think back to all the times Mingyu's behavior raised red flags. His overly friendly interactions with other girls, the way he'd discourage you from talking to Wonwoo, citing baseless concerns about guys and girls being friends. It's become exhausting trying to decipher whether his actions stem from genuine care or something more sinister.

Wonwoo's agreement brings back memories of that painful period when you distanced yourself from him under your boyfriend's influence. It's a reminder of how toxic Mingyu's controlling behavior has been for your relationships outside of him. Maybe it's time to reclaim that lost connection with Wonu, to rebuild what was once a cornerstone of your support system.

As you lay there, your thoughts swirling, you can't help but dwell on Mingyu's positive qualities. He's been a pillar of support through thick and thin, always there to lend a helping hand or a listening ear. His kindness, his patience, his unwavering presence – they're all reasons why you fell for him in the first place. He also helped you with your studies that's a bonus points from him.

But amidst the warmth of his affection, there's a nagging doubt that refuses to be ignored. The way he interacts with other girls, the way he brushes off your concerns, the way he restricts your friendships – they're all red flags waving in the back of your mind.

You shake your head, trying to push away the doubts and uncertainties that threaten to consume you. Maybe you're just overreacting, letting your insecurities get the best of you. After all, Mingyu has never given you a reason to doubt him before.

But then again, there's that gut feeling, that sinking sensation in the pit of your stomach that tells you something isn't right. You've always been intuitive, able to sense when things are unsual, and right now, things definitely feel off.

Lost in your thoughts, you don't notice the soft buzz of your phone until it draws your attention back to the present. Glancing at the screen, you see a text from Wonwoo, his words a reminder of the support and understanding he's always offered.

With a sigh, you realize that you can't keep brushing aside your concerns, pretending that everything is fine when it clearly isn't. You owe it to yourself to trust your instincts, to stand up for what you believe in, even if it means facing the uncomfortable truth.

Taking a deep breath, you reach for your phone, fingers hovering over the keys as you prepare to confront your long time boyfriend and finally address the doubts that have been eating away at you. It's not going to be easy, but it's time to stop second-guessing yourself and start listening to that inner voice that's been trying to tell you something all along.

As you wait for his response, you take a moment to gather your thoughts and prepare for your own classes. You quickly gather your books and notes, double-checking that you have everything you need for the day ahead.

With a final glance at your phone, you see Mingyu's reply, a simple acknowledgment of your message that you'll be the one picking him up after his class. It's not much, but it's enough to reassure you that he's on board with the plan.

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Rushing out of your lecture hall, you quickly pack your things and make your way outside your building. Your heart races with anticipation as you check your watch, knowing that his class is likely finished by now.

As you navigate through the lobby of Mingyu's architecture building, your eyes catch sight of a couple locked in a passionate embrace near a gap in the wall. At first, a flicker of recognition crosses your mind, the tall silhouette triggering a momentary sense of alarm.

But then you shake your head, reminding yourself that there are plenty of tall guys on campus besides Mingyu. You try to push the thought aside, focusing instead on fetching your boyfriend from class.

However, despite your efforts to ignore them, your instincts urge you to confront the couple. Taking a deep breath, you approach them, your heart pounding in your chest.

To your surprise, it's not him that was entangled with the girl in the embrace. Relief floods through you, quickly followed by a pang of guilt for assuming the worst.

"Sorry to interrupt," you say, your voice laced with sincerity as you apologize to the couple for intruding on their moment.

With a polite nod, you swiftly make your exit, the encounter serving as a reminder to trust your instincts but also not to jump to conclusions too quickly.

But as you reach Mingyu's lecture hall and spot him waiting outside, a warm smile on his face as he sees you approach, those doubts fade into the background. You push aside the lingering unease, choosing to focus on the present moment and the person standing in front of you.

"Hey," Mingyu greets you with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and you return the embrace, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you in his familiar arms.

"Hey," you reply, forcing a smile as you try to shake off the lingering unease from earlier. "Ready to go?"

He nods, as you two step outside the building, the weight of your decision to break up hangs heavy in the air. Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself and finally broach the topic.

"Mingyu, we need to talk," you begin, your voice trembling slightly.

His eyes widen in surprise, and you can see the beginning of tears forming in his eyes. "Did I… Did I do something wrong?" he asks, his voice cracking with emotion.

You notice the curious glances from passersby and quickly take his hand, leading him to a more secluded spot nearby. Cupping his face gently in your hands, you feel a pang of guilt at the sight of his vulnerability. He isn't the type to get emotional easily, and seeing him like this only adds to your turmoil.

"I just… I don't think we should be together anymore," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Why? Why would you say that?" he responds, his voice desperate and pleading. "I would never cheat on you. You're the only girl I have eyes for."

Your heart aches at his words, but you can't shake the feeling of unease that has been gnawing at you. "It's not about that," you explain, your voice tinged with frustration. "It's about the other girls, the ones who keep flirting with you, and you just let them."

Mingyu's expression darkens, hurt flashing in his eyes. "Don't you trust me?" he asks, his voice tinged with disappointment.

You take a deep breath, struggling to find the right words. "I… I don't know," you admit, feeling a knot form in your stomach.

His gaze softens, and he reaches out to take your hand. "Look, if it bothers you that much, I'll stop talking to other girls," he offers, sincerity lacing his words. "Even though I know you and your 'boy' friend have started talking again."

You bristle at the mention of Wonwoo, but you quickly defend yourself. "Won and I are just friends, Gyu. Nothing more, nothing less."

He furrows his brow, considering your words. "But Wonwoo never had a girlfriend, right?" he asks, a hint of accusation in his tone.

You nod, feeling a sense of unease settle over you once again. "That's beside the point," you say, trying to redirect the conversation back to the issue at hand. "What about the girls who keep throwing themselves at you, Mingyu? And you just let them…"

Mingyu's expression softens, and he pulls you into a tight embrace. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't realize how much it was bothering you," he says, his voice filled with remorse. "But I promise, from now on, it'll just be you and me. No more distractions, no more doubts."

Feeling a mix of relief and guilt, you can't help but apologize to Mingyu, realizing that perhaps you've been overanalyzing things. His gentle demeanor and golden retriever-like friendliness have always been one of his endearing qualities, and maybe you've let your insecurities get the best of you.

"I'm sorry, love," you say softly, meeting his gaze with a sense of regret. "I think I've been overthinking things. I know you're just naturally friendly, and I shouldn't have let it get to me."

Mingyu's expression softens, and he leans in to give you a soft peck on the lips. "It's okay, love," he reassures you, his voice warm and comforting. "You don't need to worry about these things. I'm here for you, always."

Feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders, you return his kiss with a grateful smile. Maybe you were letting your insecurities get the best of you.

As Mingyu drops you off at your dorm, he suggests going out together on the weekend, and you agree with a smile. "That sounds great," you say, feeling a sense of relief wash over you.

You give him a tight hug, savoring the warmth of his embrace, before leaning in to give him a goodbye kiss. "Thanks for understanding," you say softly, feeling grateful for his patience and reassurance.

Mingyu returns the hug with equal warmth, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Of course, Love. I'll see you soon," he says, his voice filled with affection as he reluctantly pulls away and heads off.

As you watch him go, a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. Despite the doubts and misunderstandings, you know that your relationship with Mingyu is stronger than ever.

Once he's out of sight, you pull out your phone and quickly text Wonwoo, letting him know that the misunderstanding has been resolved. "Hey Wonu, just wanted to let you know that Gyu and I talked things out. Everything's fine now. Thank youuu," you type out, feeling grateful for his understanding and friendship.

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Mingyu's POV

As Mingyu steps out of Y/N's dorm building, a sense of relief washes over him. He takes a deep breath, feeling grateful that they were able to resolve their misunderstanding. He then pulls out his phone, opening his group chat with his friends, feeling the need to share his thoughts.

"Y/N's instincts are scary accurate," he types out, his fingers tapping out the message quickly.

His friends respond almost immediately, curious about what happened. "Uh oh, did you get caught?" Minghao teases, adding a winking emoji for good measure.

Dokyeom added, "Seriously, if you got caught, it would've been game over."

Mingyu chuckles, shaking his head as he types out his reply. "Nope, all good on my end," he responds, feeling a sense of satisfaction at successfully navigating the conversation with Y/N.

As he walks, he runs a hand through his hair, feeling a surge of confidence coursing through him. Mingyu prides himself on his ability to charm and manipulate situations to his advantage, and tonight was no different.

Feeling a buzz from his phone, he glances down to see his friends' responses. Dokyeom jokes about him meeting up with some girl, but Mingyu quickly sets the record straight.

"Nah, different plans tonight," he replies, keeping his tone casual as he continues on his way.

As he navigates the bustling campus, Mingyu can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at his ability to play the game. Pretending to be vulnerable, shedding a few crocodile tears – it's all just another day in the life of Kim Mingyu.

With a smirk, he sends one final message to the group chat, informing his friends that he'll be radio silent until midnight. With that, he pockets his phone and heads off to meet the girl who's invited him to join her. After all, when you're as charming and charismatic as he is, it's all just a game.

part 2, part 3

author's note: hi there, you reached the end. congratulations. i think you guys already know what kind of "genre i want" to write, hahaha. if you're wandering if someone hurt me. nope, no one.🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻. am i enjoying this? yes, yes i am. this is one of the mini series i'll be posting.

....... ≿━━━━༺MINGYU༻━━━━≾ .......

[imloyaltoscoups]

first and last | kim mingyu

As you sit on the soft grass, the gentle breeze playing with your hair, you glance over at Mingyu, a warm smile on your lips. "Mingoo, remember our first meeting?" you ask, your voice filled with nostalgia. "It feels like we were in a K-drama," you continue, your eyes sparkling with fond memories. "I still get butterflies remembering that," you add, your heart fluttering at the thought of that magical moment when your paths first crossed.

You're standing in line for the Full Throttle at Six Flags, surrounded by the excited chatter of fellow thrill-seekers. Ahead of you, a group of guys catches your attention as they cheer on a towering figure, Mingyu, who stands at a formidable 6 feet tall. You overhear one of them, Minghao, encouraging Mingyu to conquer his fears.

"Come on, Mingyu, you've got this! Conquer those fears! You're a big man!" Minghao exclaims, his voice filled with determination.

But Mingyu's response surprises you, as he defiantly declares, "Fck the fears, I'm gonna die riding that," He points towards the looming roller coaster with a mixture of fear and determination.

A smile tugs at your lips as you observe Mingyu's resolve, wondering why someone of his stature would be afraid of heights. The banter continues among the group, with another guy chiming in, offering Mingyu $500 just to take on the roller coaster challenge.

"Hey, Gyu, I'll give you $500 if you ride it!" the guy exclaims, his offer adding a new layer of excitement to the atmosphere. Jeonghan, another member of the group, joins in with a playful grin, egging Mingyu on.

As you watch the scene unfold, you can't help but be amused by the mix of comradeship and friendly dares among the group. It's moments like these that make waiting in line at an amusement park just as memorable as the rides themselves.

You began ponder the tempting offer of $500 for conquering a fear, you can't help but imagine yourself in Mingyu's shoes. The allure of the cash prize seems almost irresistible, and you find yourself mentally calculating all the things you could do with the extra money.

Just as Mingyu hesitates, contemplating the proposition, another voice cuts in. It's Soonyoung, one of the guys in the group, offering up an alternative deal that raises the stakes even higher.

"I'll do all your chores for a whole year, and Seungkwan can be your personal slave for five months," Soonyoung declares confidently, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

Seungkwan, caught off guard by the unexpected proposal, quickly interjects with a hint of displeasure, "What do you mean I'll be a slave?! Why am I even inserted to this conversation??!!"

The sudden turn in the conversation adds a new layer of amusement to the group's banter, as Seungkwan protests while Soonyoung looks on, clearly enjoying the playful exchange. Meanwhile, Mingyu is left contemplating his options, torn between the promise of financial reward and the entertaining offers being thrown his way.

With a resigned sigh and a hint of determination, Mingyu nods in agreement to Soonyoung's offer. However, before sealing the deal, he decides to play it safe and ensure there's solid proof of the promises made.

Pulling out his phone, he turns to his friends, a serious expression on his face. "Alright, guys, I need you to repeat all the words you just promised," he says, his tone firm yet fair.

One by one, Mingyu's friends oblige, reciting their pledges with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Soonyoung reaffirms his commitment to take on all of Mingyu's chores for a year, while Seungkwan reluctantly acknowledges his role as a "personal slave" for five months, though not without some grumbling. Jeonghan then showed his $500 stating he will give it to him after the ride.

Each promise is recorded on Mingyu's phone, a sense of accountability settles over the group, turning their lighthearted banter into a more official agreement. With the evidence safely captured, Mingyu nods in satisfaction, ready to face the challenge ahead with the added assurance that his friends will uphold their end of the bargain.

As the first batch of riders exits, the crew signals for the next group of eighteen to step forward. You eagerly join the line, deciding to sit at the front of the ride, convinced that the experience will be more thrilling there. As you take your seat, you notice Mingyu trembling in the front row, clearly anxious. Settling in beside him, you can hear him muttering under his breath, rethinking his life choices with every passing second.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” Mingyu murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of dread and resolve. “Why did I let them talk me into this? $500 isn’t worth my life…I’m going to die," Mingyu whispers, his voice shaky.

You feel torn between laughing at the absurdity of the situation and feeling pity for him. Despite Mingyu being a stranger, you instinctively reach out your hand to offer some comfort. He looks at your hand, hesitant and unsure.

When the crew member approaches to check your safety belt, Mingyu finally decides to take your hand. His grip is cold as ice, and you can see his face growing paler by the moment, knowing the ride will start any second now.

"It’s going to be okay," you say softly, trying to reassure him, even though you’re not sure if your words will help.

Mingyu squeezes your hand tighter, his eyes shut tightly as the ride's mechanisms begin to clank and whir, signaling the imminent start. You both take a deep breath as the coaster jolts forward, ready to face the thrill together.

As the roller coaster starts its ascent, the excitement of Mingyu's friends in the other rows fills the air. You hear Dokyeom's panicked cries to be let out, his voice rising above the din of the crowd.

"Let me out! Let me out!" Dokyeom shouts desperately, his fear palpable.

Jeonghan tries to offer some reassurance, albeit in a slightly unconventional way. "Just close your eyes and pretend you're a pigeon," he suggests, though it doesn't seem to do much to calm Dokyeom, who's now screaming at the top of his lungs.

Glancing over at Mingyu, you see him holding onto your hand tightly, his knuckles turning white as he grips the lap bar with his other hand. Despite his own fear, he seems determined to weather the ride, finding comfort in your presence.

You give Mingyu's hand a reassuring squeeze, offering silent support as the coaster climbs higher and higher. As the roller coaster reaches its peak, the breathtaking view spreads out before you, captivating your senses with its beauty. You turn to Mingyu, a smile on your face as you encourage him to open his eyes and take in the magnificent panorama.

"Wow, look at that view," you exclaim, nudging Mingyu gently, hoping to share the moment of awe with him.

But as Mingyu reluctantly opens his eyes, the ride suddenly lurches forward, the ground dropping away beneath you with heart-stopping speed. A string of colorful curses spills from Mingyu's lips, his voice tinged with a mix of fear and exhilaration.

"Son of a—! Oh, sh Why now?! Fu—ck!" Mingyu's voice cuts through the rush of wind as the coaster hurtles downward with grand acceleration.

You both cling to the safety bars, the wind whipping past you as gravity pulls you faster and faster towards the ground below. Mingyu's curses mix with the exhilarated screams of your fellow riders, creating a chaotic symphony of sound that fills the air.

Despite the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you can't help but feel a rush of exhilaration as the coaster races along its twisting track, each twist and turn adding to the thrill of the ride.

As the roller coaster screeches to a halt, bringing the adrenaline-fueled ride to an end, you can't help but let out a laugh, the exhilaration still coursing through your veins.

"Well, that was fun!" you exclaim, turning to your seatmate with a grin. "Again!"

But as you glance at Mingyu, you notice that he seems to have melded with the seat, his body limp and drained from the intense experience. Concern washes over you, and you gently remove your hand from his and reach out to touch his cheek and forehead.

"Hey, you good?" you ask softly, your voice filled with genuine worry.

Mingyu lets out a tired murmur, his words barely audible amidst the post-ride chaos. "That… that'll be the first and last," he mumbles, his tone a mixture of exhaustion and relief.

You nod understandingly, realizing that the roller coaster may have been a bit too much for him. With a comforting pat on his shoulder, you reassure him that it's alright, grateful that you were able to experience the thrill together, even if it was just for this one time.

As the crew begins to unbuckle the seat restraints, you notice Mingyu struggling to stand, his legs feeling like jelly after the adrenaline rush. Nearby, Dokyeom looks equally wobbly, his friend Joshua supporting him on his shoulder.

"Whoa, easy there," Joshua says, steadying Dokyeom as he tries to regain his balance.

Seeing Mingyu in a similar state, some of his friends rush over to offer their support and encouragement.

"You did great, Mingyu! That was wild!" one of them exclaims, patting him on the back.

"Yeah, you conquered your fear like a champ!" another adds, offering a helping hand to help him stand.

With Mingyu surrounded by his friends, you realize that your role in comforting him is over. Excusing yourself politely, you decide to seek out your own friends.

As you make your way through the crowd, thoughts of the thrilling rides ahead fill you with excitement. It's time to involve your friends once again in your own extreme rides adventures.

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Exhaustion begins to settle in, and some of your friends are busy dealing with the aftermath of the extreme rides—whether it's puking or cursing you—you can't help but feel your stomach rumble with hunger.

"Man, I'm getting hungry," you remark to your friends, the weariness evident in your voice.

Inspired by a sudden burst of generosity (or perhaps guilt for dragging them into this mess), you decide to treat your friends to a meal. After all, nothing soothes the soul like some good food, right?

After successfully treating your friends, you find yourself in line for food alongside Mingyu, who seems to share your craving.

"Hey there," you greet him with a friendly smile. "Hungry after all that excitement?"

Mingyu returns the smile, nodding enthusiastically. "Yeah! All that adrenaline has left me starving."

As you wait in line together, a thought crosses your mind, and you decide to strike up a conversation.

"So, did you ever get that reward for your bravery?" you ask, curious about the outcome of Mingyu's daredevil feat.

Mingyu's eyes light up as he proudly displays the crisp bills in his hand, a wide grin spreading across his face. "$500, baby!" he exclaims, his excitement palpable.

You nod approvingly, impressed by his reward. "Congratulations, well deserve!" you congratulate him sincerely.

As you both reach the front of the line and collect your food, you excuse yourself politely. Mingyu nods in understanding, but before you can walk away, he speaks up.

"Hey, wait!" he calls out, causing you to pause and turn back to him.

"Yeah?" you respond, curious about what he wants to say.

Mingyu's expression is earnest as he asks, "What's your name?"

You chuckle at his sudden inquiry. "It's Y/N," you reply, raising your voice slightly so he can hear over the bustling crowd.

"Got it! Thanks, Y/N!" he calls back with a smile, waving as you continue on your way back to your friends.

As the day at the theme park unfolds, you and Mingyu continue to cross paths, it seems like fate keeps bringing you together, each encounter more unexpected than the last. Eventually, the groups decided to merge into one, seamlessly blending into a single entourage of lowkey party animals.

Suddenly, one of your friends spots a photobooth and suggests giving it a try. Excited by the idea, they start pairing up for photos. Just as you're about to join in, you feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see Mingyu standing there, a hopeful look in his eyes.

"Uhm, Y/N, do you want to take a picture with me?" he asks, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

A smile spreads across your face at the unexpected invitation. "Sure, I'd love to!" you reply enthusiastically, touched by Mingyu's gesture.

As you both step into the photobooth together, the anticipation builds. The photobooth flashes and captures each moment, you and Mingyu let loose, allowing your personalities to shine through in each snapshot. The photos turn out to be a delightful mix of candid and playful moments, portraying a sense of genuine connection and warmth between you.

In one picture, you both share a laugh, caught in a moment of pure joy as you exchange playful banter. In another, Mingyu wraps his arms around your shoulder (hugging you from behind), pulling you close as you flash matching grins at the camera. Each image exudes an undeniable sense of closeness and affection, making it seem as though you're more than just friends enjoying a day out at the theme park.

As you both step out of the photobooth, you can't help but admire the adorable pictures that now serve as a tangible reminder of the bond you share with him. With a smile, you tuck the photo strip into your pocket, knowing that these snapshots will be treasured for years to come, capturing a moment that felt like love in its purest form.

As the day draws to a close at the amusement park, Mingyu musters up the courage to ask for your number, his expression hopeful yet tinged with a hint of nervousness.

"Hey, Y/N, can I have your number?" he asks, his voice soft but determined.

A warm feeling washes over you as you realize that this might be the beginning of something special. "Of course," you reply with a smile, eagerly sharing your contact information with him.

As you exchange numbers, a sense of excitement bubbles within you, and you can't help but wonder if this could be love at first sight for both of you.

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Fast forward to the present, you find yourself holding the photobooth picture you took with Mingyu all those years ago. The memories come flooding back, and a pang of longing grips your heart as you realize just how much you miss him.

"I really miss you, my Mingoo," you murmur softly, your voice trembling with emotion. Tears gather in your eyes as you gaze at the picture, wishing desperately that he could still be with you.

Turning towards Mingyu's tombstone, you reach out a trembling hand to touch it, tears cascading down your cheeks. "I wish you were still here," you whisper, your words filled with sorrow and longing.

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i'm ready | yoon jeonghan

After seven long years, you finally find yourself in a place of true peace and contentment. The journey to this point hasn't been easy - the scars of heartbreak and betrayal ran deep, and it took time to heal and rebuild yourself.

But you did it. You persevered through the nightmares, finding strength in your own resilience and determination. With each passing day, you focused on your own growth and development, pouring your energy into your studies and your personal pursuits.

Completing your PhD was a milestone, a testament to your dedication and perseverance. It wasn't just an academic achievement: it was a symbol of your triumph over adversity, a tangible reminder of how far you've come since the pain of your past.

Along the way, you learned valuable lessons about self-love and self-care. You realized the importance of prioritizing your own needs and desires, of carving out space for yourself in a world that often demands so much of us.

The first years were undoubtedly the hardest. You struggled to find your footing, grappling with the weight of your emotions and the uncertainty of starting over. You were cautious with those who approached, wary of opening yourself up to the possibility of hurt once again.

But with time, you learned to trust yourself again. You rediscovered your worth and your strength, and you refused to let the pain of your past define you. You learned to allocate love and care for yourself, recognizing that you are deserving of the same kindness and compassion that you so freely gave to others.

You pause mid-packing, taken aback by your friend's unexpected enthusiasm. They shake the ticket with excitement, their smile infectious despite your initial reluctance.

"Y/N!!! We're going to Koreaaaa!" they exclaim, their voice filled with enthusiasm.

You hesitate, the memories of your past trip to Korea still lingering in the corners of your mind. The thought of returning to the place where so much heartache had occurred fills you with a sense of apprehension.

But before you can voice your concerns, your friend speaks up again, their tone resolute. "You're okay now, right? So it's okay to visit that country again. And besides, who knows when we'll have the chance to see our friends first ever exhibit. If you're worried of bumping with that piece of shit. Don't worry—I'll give him a piece of my mind. Maybe even a punch and a chokeslam for good measure!... I should have been with you when you went there" she pouted.

Their words catch you off guard, but you can't help but laugh at their fierce loyalty. Despite your reservations, their unwavering support gives you a glimmer of courage.

"Alright," you say, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "This is for our girl."

With a newfound sense of determination, you resume packing, knowing that this trip will be different from the last. Armed with the support of your friend and the strength you've gained from overcoming your past, you're ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead. And who knows? Maybe this time, Korea will hold new memories of joy and adventure, rather than pain and heartache.

As you arrive at the exhibit of your best friend, you're filled with a sense of pride and excitement. You rush forward and envelop her in a big hug, a smile spreading across your face.

"Congratulations queen, you did it!" you exclaim, squeezing her tightly. "I'm so proud of you for pursuing your dream of being an artist. Look at the crowd!"

She returns the hug with equal enthusiasm, her eyes shining with happiness. "Thank you so much! I couldn't have done it without you guys. You two kept on pushing me to do this and here we are."

She then shows you around the exhibit, pointing out each piece with pride, you can't help but marvel at her talent and creativity. Each painting tells a story, a reflection of her passion and dedication to her craft.

As you admire her work, she offers you two a glass of champagne, a gesture of celebration for this momentous occasion.

"Cheers to you and your incredible talent," you say, raising your glass in a toast. "May your art continue to inspire and captivate audiences around the world."

She clinks her glass against yours, a wide smile lighting up her face. "Thank you, and cheers to our friendship. I'm so grateful to have you two by my side."

Together, you three sip your champagne and continue to explore the exhibit, basking in the joy of this special moment shared between friends. And as you revel in the beauty of her art and the warmth of her friendship, you know that this is a memory you'll cherish for years to come.

Time pass by and your best friend excuses herself to greet other visitors, you nod understandingly, letting her immerse herself in the moment. Beside you, your other friend suddenly excuses herself to rushed off to the bathroom, leaving you alone amidst the bustling gallery.

As you scroll through the gallery, admiring the artwork, a familiar voice calls out your name. You turn around and are surprised to see Jeonghan standing there, holding a glass of champagne. To your own surprise, you feel no shock or hurt at his presence. Instead, you feel a sense of calm and resolution.

"Hi," he says, his voice tentative as he approaches you. "How are you?"

You offer him a small smile. "I'm doing better than ever," you reply confidently. "I got my PhD and now I'm planning on doing my residency."

Jeonghan's eyes light up with genuine pride. "That's amazing," he says, offering his congratulations. "I always knew you would achieve great things."

You exchange conversation for a while, catching up on each other's lives. Eventually, Jeonghan takes a deep breath and admits once again that he is truly sorry for the pain he caused in the past.

You nod, feeling a sense of closure wash over you. "I've forgiven you," you say simply.

His eyes widen with hope, and for a moment, you see the flicker of longing in his gaze. But before he can say anything else, a commotion interrupts the moment.

A little kid comes running towards you, calling you "mama." You glance down and see your baby boy, and you can't help but smile as you scoop him up into your arms.

"Where's Papa?" you ask, and just then, a voice responds—a man carrying your one-year-old daughter.

Jeonghan stands frozen, his eyes wide with disbelief as he takes in the sight of your family. You introduce your husband to him, and as you do, your baby boy innocently asks who the man you're talking to is.

"He's one of the singers mommy used to love," you reply gently, trying to keep the atmosphere light.

Jeonghan introduces himself to your family, his emotions held back as he struggles to maintain his composure. But as the moment stretches on, you can see the glass in his hand trembling, a silent testament to the storm of emotions raging within him.

"Mama, can we look for Tatie?" your baby boy asks, his eyes wide with curiosity.

You smile down at him and give a nod. "Of course, sweetheart. Let's go find her," you reply, your heart swelling with love for your children.

Turning to Jeonghan, you offer a polite smile. "It was nice meeting you again," you say sincerely.

Your baby boy tugs at your hand, eager to leave. "Goodbye, Uncle!" he chirps before running off with your husband and daughter.

Jeonghan watches them go, his face a mixture of shock and sadness. You offer him a sympathetic smile before turning away to search for your best friend.

As you walk with your husband by your side, his arm wrapped around you protectively, you feel a sense of peace wash over you. You lean into him, grateful for his unwavering support and patience.

"Thank you for being so patient love," you murmur, pressing a quick peck to his cheek.

He smiles down at you, his eyes filled with warmth. "You're very brave, you know that," he says simply, his voice filled with admiration.

You feel a surge of gratitude for the life you've built together, for the love and happiness that surrounds you. And as you continue to search for your best friends, you realize that maybe visiting Korea isn't so bad after all, especially when you have your family by your side.

In that moment, you realize that the greatest revenge you can provide to Jeonghan is finding your own happiness without him. And as you find your own people who cherish and support you, you know that you've already won.

part 1, part 2

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restituisci | yoon jeonghan

Slowly waking up from your slumber, you find yourself lying on Jeonghan's lap, the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath you. The van's interior is softy lit by the moonlight filtering through the windows, and the soft hum of the engine fills the air. You glance around and notice that your friends, who are also on this out-of-town trip, are all asleep, their snores a symphony of serenity.

Your boyfriend, Jeonghan, has been the mastermind behind countless pranks, you decided this is the time you pay him back. You carefully maneuver under the blanket, your fingers deftly unzipping his pants.

Jeonghan stirs slightly, mumbling something incoherent as he shifts in his sleep. But you're undeterred, your determination fueled by the thrill of the moment. Carefully, you free his already half-erect member from his confines, relishing in the warmth of his skin against your fingertips.

Feeling brave, you take him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around him with practiced skill. The rhythmic motion of the van only adds to the thrill, as you work to tease and please him. You can't help but smile inwardly, knowing that you're giving him a surprise he'll never forget.

"Mmm, what...?" Jeonghan stirs, his voice thick with sleep as he begins to awaken to the sensation. But you're quick to hush him, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you continue your playful assault.

"Shh, love," you whisper, your words barely audible over the hum of the engine. "Just enjoy the ride."

You continue to tease and please him under the blanket, you feel his cock growing harder in your mouth, the taste of his precum, savoring the salty sweetness as you flick your tongue against the sensitive skin of his shaft. With each lick and suck, you can sense his arousal building, his breath growing ragged as he struggles to stifle his moans.

As Jeonghan leans back, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your head, you feel a surge of satisfaction knowing you're driving him wild. You use every trick you know, swirling your tongue around his head, sucking gently, and tracing delicate patterns along his shaft.

Your boyfriend's efforts to stifle his moans only add to the intensity of the moment, his lips pressed tightly together as he fights against the waves of pleasure crashing over him. With each tantalizing movement of your mouth, he clings to the edge of control, his body trembling with the effort to remain silent.

As you continue to lavish attention on him under the blanket, you can't help but admire his restraint. His closed eyes and furrowed brow speak volumes, his every breath a silent plea for control.

The van continues to roll along the darkened highway, you lose yourself in the intimate dance between you and him, the world outside fading into obscurity as you focus solely on the sensation of him in your mouth.

But just as he teeters on the edge of release, a sudden noise from outside the van startles you both, threatening to shatter the fragile bubble of intimacy you've created. Jeonghan's eyes snap open in alarm, his grip on your head tightening for a moment before relaxing.

You share a quick, nervous glance, silently preparing for your friends to remain asleep as you continue your illicit rendezvous beneath the blanket.

When you continue you sense him nearing the edge of ecstasy, you pause for a moment, relishing the frustrated whimper that escapes his lips. But before you can resume your ministrations, he leans forward, his voice low and husky with desire.

"If you don't finish what you started," he murmurs, his eyes dark with promise, "I'll make sure you regret it."

Jeonghan's warning hangs in the air, you understand the gravity of his threat, you dive back in, determined to push him over the edge. You increase the pressure and pace of your movements, driving him wild with desire. His threats fade into incoherent pleas, his grip on your head tightening as he approaches the point of no return.

And then, with a low groan, he succumbs to the pleasure, his hand covers his face, fingers pressed against his lips in a futile attempt to muffle the sounds threatening to spill forth. You continue to suck and lick him through his release, savoring every last drop.

As he comes down from his high, Jeonghan collapses back against the seat, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He shoots you a playful glare, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "You're lucky I love you," he says, his voice laced with both exhaustion and satisfaction.

With a satisfied smirk, you straighten Jeonghan's pants, ensuring everything is back in its proper place. As you shift positions, you discard the blanket covering you, opting instead to drape it over your laps for added warmth.

Leaning in, you press a gentle kiss to his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your lips. His eyes flutter open, a soft smile gracing his features as he looks down at you.

You notice the earphones nestled in his ear, and without a word, you gently pluck one out and place it in your own ear. With a contented sigh, the familiar melodies of your shared playlist wash over you, wrapping you in its comforting embrace.

You lean against Jeonghan's shoulder, relishing in the simple intimacy of the moment as you intertwine your fingers with his.

Jeonghan reciprocates, resting his head against yours, a satisfy sigh escaping his lips. His thumb begins to trace soothing circles on the back of your hand, a gentle rhythm that matches the steady hum of the van as it continues its journey into the night.

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Chi's thoughts # 5

Hi loves~ a little update and sneak peak, that's not all of it. 🫠🫠🫠. I still have plenty on my MS word/notepad and notes on phone. I'm digging my own grave. I don't have a plan on posting them all in once since some of them are not yet done. If you read my previous thoughts, I have a tendency to switch 360. There are some stories that are done but I need to proofread them thoroughly. To be honest I still do proofread some of the works that I already published here, considering that for me it still lacking something.

If you're wondering if all of them are MDNI +18. Yes, yes they are. I need to touch grass. You can guess which are the part two's. I really enjoy making scenarios(daydreaming) and making them come true by writing it down. Therefore if I don't start writing that scenario, it will just keep on repeating on my mind for weeks. So that is why I'm here, since delulu is the solulu.

Before I end this thought I would like to thank you all for reading my stories. I'm really happy that I'm back and was able to share again my works online.

Again I will try my best to post per day, as my schedule is not letting me focus on this and I need to take care of something really important. Nevertheless, Thank you very much for your understanding and see ya guys!

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guinea pig | kim mingyu

You've recently turned one of the empty rooms in your apartment into a makeshift photography studio. It's become your haven, a place where creativity flows freely, but there's just one thing missing—a model.

With a sigh, you glance around the room, pondering your options. Suddenly, it hits you, your friends! They'd be perfect for the job. You grab your phone and open your group chat, typing out a message: "Helloo~ I need a guinea pig for a photo shoot. Any takers?"

You wait eagerly for their responses, but one by one, they all decline. Some are out of town, others too busy with work or other commitments. Feeling a tad disheartened, you're about to give up when a private message pops up from Mingyu.

"What do you mean by guinea pig???" he asks, his curiosity piqued.

You grin, relieved to have found at least one potential prey model. Quickly, you reply, "I mean someone to pose for some experimental shots I want to try out. Are you up for it?"

There was a pause before Mingyu's response came through, teasingly saying, "Ah, I see. You might want to change the term you're using though. Sounds a bit... scary."

"Sooo it's that a yes?" you type back.

"Yup, just give me a minute to prepare," Mingyu replies promptly.

Amused by Mingyu's willingness to participate, you shoot him another message, "Oki~ Btw bring a few different outfits if you can."

After a moment, his reply pops up, "Hmm, shouldn't you be the one worrying about outfits? I'm just the canvas, remember?"

Chuckling at his cheeky response, you type back, "True true. Haha. I'll make sure to have some clothes ready. Just get your ass here. ASAP!"

As you continue to organize your makeshift studio, another thought crosses your mind. Typing out a message to Mingyu, you suggest, "Gyu, since you're the model, can you bring some food? We might get hungry during the shoot!"

Mingyu's reply comes in swiftly, his cheekiness evident in his words, "Wow, now you want me to be the model and the caterer? What's next, am I also doing your hair and makeup?"

You chuckle at his response, appreciating his sense of humor. "Consider it a payment for your modeling services," you reply, adding a smiley face.

There's a brief pause before Mingyu responds, "The audacity. 🙄"

You can't help but laugh at his cheeky response, typing back, "Hey, a multi-talented model like you can surely handle it all, right?"

"Fine" he concedes, "I'll drive thru mcdo, anything you want?"

With a grin, you reassure him, "Anything will do, as long as it keeps us fueled for the shoot. Thanks, Handsome!"

As you place your phone down, you can't shake off the excitement bubbling inside you. Rushing over to your printer, you start browsing Pinterest for inspiration, printing out a mix of cute and seductive poses. You gather them into a folder, ready to guide your impromptu photoshoot.

Heading to your closet, you rummage through the clothes, searching for outfits that can accommodate Mingyu's towering height. After a bit of digging, you manage to find a few options that might work.

With a satisfied nod, you arrange the shirts, jackets, and skirts neatly on the rack, mentally crossing your fingers that Mingyu will show up in jeans to complete the look. It's a bit of a challenge styling someone taller than you, but you're determined to make it work.

Glancing around your makeshift studio, you double-check the lighting and adjust the backdrop slightly, ensuring everything is set for the photoshoot. you settle into a chair nearby as you wait for your muse to arrived.

Hearing the doorbell, you spring up from your chair, practically sprinting to the monitor to check who's there. Sure enough, it's him, standing at your front door with a grin on his face. "Open the door!" he calls out, his voice muffled through the speaker.

Swinging it open, you're greeted by Mingyu's amused expression. Before you can even exchange greetings, your hand instinctively reaches for the bag of food he's carrying.

But he is quick to react, pulling the bag out of your reach with a playful tsk. "Ah ah ah," he teases, holding the bag just out of your grasp. "Not so fast, photographer. You'll get your food after we're done shooting."

You can't help but pout, disappointment clear on your face. "Come on, just one fry!"

With a mock sigh, he relents, literally plucking a single fry from the bag and holding it out to you. "Fine, just one. Don't say I never did anything for you." you eagerly accept it, savoring the salty goodness.

But when you ask for more, he shakes his head, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Sorry, buddy. You're on your own for the rest. Gotta save some for the hungry model."

You let out a playful curse, feigning disappointment as he steps past you into the house, the tantalizing scent of fries lingering in the air. Well, at least you got a taste.

"Nice setup," Mingyu comments as he steps into the studio, his eyes scanning the room before landing on the clothing rack. He quirks an eyebrow as he examines the skirts hanging there. "A skirt? Really?"

You shrug with a sheepish grin, replying, "Hey, it's the best option considering my pants won't even fit you. But don't worry, it's part of the art."

Thanking him for wearing denim jeans, you dive into picking out some clothes for him. "Okay, let's see… How about this turtleneck?.. with this skirt." you suggest, holding it up for his approval.

As you hand him the clothes, you expect him to excuse himself to change, but to your surprise, he starts undressing right there in front of you. You pause for a moment, taken aback, but then you remember that you're both comfortable with each other, and it's all in the name of art.

Once he's dressed, you step back to admire the look, studying him intently. Despite the unconventional pairing, Mingyu somehow manages to pull it off effortlessly. You can't help but feel a pang of admiration, marveling at how effortlessly he can make any outfit look good. "Nice," you finally comment, unable to hide your admiration. "You could wear a garbage bag and still look hot."

He laughs at your comment, flashing you a grin. "Thanks, I think," he replies, striking a wink. "But let's stick with the turtleneck and skirt for now."

"Alright, Gyu, I need you right over here," you gesture towards a spot in front of the backdrop, indicating where you want him to stand.

"Stand tall, shoulders back, and give me a confident stance."

Mingyu follows your directions with ease, adopting a relaxed yet commanding posture that fills the frame with his presence. You adjust the lighting, capturing the play of shadows on his features as he effortlessly owns the space.

"Great, now let's try something a bit more dynamic," you continue, gesturing for him to shift his weight and strike a more playful pose. "How about a slight lean forward, like you're about to take a step? And maybe tilt your head to the side, just a bit."

With a subtle nod, he adjusts his position, adding a hint of movement to the shot while maintaining his composed demeanor. The camera clicks away, freezing the moment in time with striking precision.

As you review the shots on your camera screen, you can't help but be impressed by Mingyu's natural talent in front of the lens. "You're a natural, Gyu," you remark with a grin, feeling the excitement building with each successful shot.

"Let's switch things up a bit," you suggest, motioning for him to crouch down slightly. "Can you lower yourself down and rest one arm on your thigh?"

Mingyu nods, gracefully sinking into a crouch while maintaining his poise. He extends one arm, resting it casually on his thigh, the lines of his body creating a captivating silhouette against the backdrop. His expression takes on a thoughtful intensity as he gazes off into the distance, his features highlighted by the soft glow of the studio lights.

As you review the images on the camera screen, a playful idea strikes you. "Gyu, do you think you could put your finger on your lips and stretch them out a bit? Like you're shushing someone?"

Mingyu quirks an eyebrow at the request but doesn't hesitate to comply. Placing a finger to his lips, he stretches them out into a playful pout, his eyes sparkling with mischief. It's a simple gesture, but it adds a touch of whimsy to the shot, making it all the more captivating.

"Nice," you grin, snapping away as Mingyu holds the pose, his playful expression captured for eternity. "Stand up Gyu, let's switch up the look." you say, turning towards the clothing rack to pick out a new outfit.

As you start browsing through the options, you hear Mingyu's footsteps approaching. Before you can react, he's beside you, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he plucks the folder from the table.

You turn to him, eyebrows raised in mild surprise. "Oh, found the inspiration folder, did you?"

Mingyu nods, flipping through the pages with a knowing smirk. "I see you've been doing some interesting research," he remarks teasingly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You feel a flush creep into your cheeks, but you try to play it cool. "Just trying to get some ideas for poses, you know," you say nonchalantly, though your heart rate might have picked up a bit.

He smirk, as his gaze lingering on the images in the folder. "Hmm, some of these poses are... quite provocative," he comments, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

You clear your throat, feeling a bit flustered under his scrutiny. "Uh, yeah, I was just exploring different styles." you reply awkwardly, hoping to steer the conversation back on track.

But Mingyu doesn't seem deterred, his grin widening as he leans closer to you. "So, which one of these 'interesting' poses are we trying next?" he asks, his tone teasing yet daring.

You clear your throat, trying to regain your focus as you hand Mingyu the leather jacket. "Yep, just the jacket and pants for this one," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady despite the heat rising in your cheeks.

Mingyu raises an eyebrow playfully, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Just the jacket and pants? Sounds like my kind of outfit," he teases, his eyes dancing with amusement.

You chuckle nervously, trying to keep your composure as he strips off his previous clothes and slips into his pants. Your breath catches in your throat as he casually drapes the jacket over his shoulder, the fabric falling in elegant folds.

Gulping down the sudden surge of nerves, you muster up the courage to give him instructions for the next pose. "Next, let's try something a bit more... dramatic," you say, your voice coming out a little shaky.

Mingyu quirks an eyebrow, his gaze flicking towards you with a hint of curiosity. "Dramatic, huh? I like the sound of that," he remarks, his smirk widening as he waits for your next move.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your trembling hands as you instruct him to pose. "I want you to stand with your back against the backdrop, one hand resting on your hip and the other holding the jacket open slightly," you explain, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mingyu nods in understanding, a playful glint in his eyes as he strikes the pose with practiced ease. As you prepare your camera, he can't resist teasing you one last time. "Why not give me some more specific instructions? After all, you've already seen the folder," he teases, his voice laced with playful mischief.

You swallow nervously, acutely aware of the charged atmosphere between you. "I think you already know what I want," you reply, trying to sound nonchalant despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. As you continue to snap away with the camera.

He chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Sureee" he concedes.

Rolling your eyes at Mingyu's teasing, you instructed him to wear the jacket. "Just put on the jacket now, please," you say firmly, trying to ignore the playful smirk on his face.

He laugh quietly, but he complies, slipping into the jacket with a casual grace. As he starts to zip it up, he pauses and shoots you a mischievous grin. "You sure you don't want to show off my abs?" he teases, his tone laced with amusement.

You shoot him a glare in response, your patience wearing thin. "Just follow the instructions, Kim Mingyu," you say, your voice tinged with exasperation.

Mingyu's smirk fades slightly at your tone, and he nods, zipping up the jacket until it reaches his chest. He then looks at you expectantly, waiting for further instructions.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you gesture towards his pants. "Now, unbutton your pants," you instruct, trying to keep your voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

Mingyu raises an eyebrow, but he doesn't protest. Instead, he reaches down and unbuttons his pants, revealing the waistband of his boxers underneath. He looks back at you, a playful glint in his eyes as he waits for your next command.

"Now, let's try something a bit more candid," you suggest, adjusting your camera settings. "Take out your phone and look at it, as if you're checking a message or something. And keep one hand resting on your jean."

Mingyu nods, slipping his hand into his pocket to retrieve his phone. As he does so, he shoots you a playful grin. "Sure thing, boss," he replies, his tone laced with humor. With his phone in hand, Mingyu adopts the pose you described, his gaze fixed on the screen as his other hand rests casually on his jean.

"Perfect," you reply, framing the shot and adjusting the focus. "Just hold that pose for a moment."

As you snap the photo, Mingyu's eyes meet yours briefly, a playful twinkle dancing in them. "Got it," you say, lowering the camera and giving him a nod of approval. "That was great."

Mingyu grins, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "Thanks. Anything else you want to try?" he asks, his tone casual but curious.

"Can you lower the zipper of your jacket just a bit?" you ask, trying to maintain your professional demeanor.

Mingyu's grin widens as he teasingly responds, "Oh, now you want to see my abs, huh?"

You shoot him a glare, but he only laughs in response. "I was just kidding," he adds quickly, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "But seriously, I can't adjust it."

Letting out a resigned sigh, you reluctantly make your way towards him. As you reach for the zipper, Mingyu takes the opportunity to grab your camera, holding it up to give you a better view.

But as you struggle with the stubborn zipper, you can't help but feel Mingyu's gaze burning into you. His eyes are fixed on your face, his expression unreadable yet strangely intense.

Feeling a flush creeping up your cheeks, you try to ignore the distraction and concentrate on the zipper. With a final tug, the zipper finally gives way, sliding down smoothly to reveal the hint of Mingyu's toned chest beneath.

With the zipper finally adjusted, you reclaim your camera from Mingyu's grasp, grateful to resume the shoot. You quickly refocus your attention, determined to capture the perfect shot.

"Alright, Gyu, let's try something a little more intense," you say, your voice slightly husky as you gesture for him to follow your lead.

He nods, his expression serious as he waits for your instructions. "Place your thumb on your lower lip," you continue, your voice barely above a whisper as you watch him carefully.

Mingyu follows your directions without hesitation, his thumb brushing lightly against his lower lip as he fixes his gaze on the camera. There's a raw intensity in his eyes, a simmering passion that sends a shiver down your spine.

As you snap away with your camera, you can't help but feel the sexual tension crackling between you. Each pose becomes more daring, more provocative.

"That's a wrap," you declare with a satisfied smile, reviewing the pictures you've taken with Mingyu. The images are stunning, each one capturing a different facet of his charm and charisma.

Mingyu nods in agreement, a satisfied grin on his face as he removes the jacket, leaving him with just the unbuttoned pants. "Great job, Y/N," he says, giving you a playful wink. "Now, how about we switch roles? You be the model, and I'll be the photographer."

You consider his suggestion for a moment before nodding. "Why not?" you reply with a grin, handing him the camera. "Let's see what you can do behind the lens."

Mingyu accepts the camera with a grin, already brimming with ideas for poses and compositions. "Alright, but first, I think you need to change," he says, gesturing towards your denim shorts. "How about switching into some jeans?"

You nod in agreement, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of being on the other side of the camera. "Sounds good," you reply, making your way to your bedroom to change. As you slip into a pair of jeans, you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside you.

You return to the room, a sense of suspense coursing through you as Mingyu holds out a denim jacket. His next request catches you off guard. "Um, remove my shirt and bra and just wear the jacket?" you repeat, your voice slightly shaky with surprise.

Mingyu nods, a determined look in his eyes as he hands you a picture from the folder. "Yeah, I saw this pose and thought it would look great on you," he explains, his tone confident.

You take a deep breath, feeling a surge of nerves and excitement as you strip off your shirt and bra, leaving you with just the jacket. Clutching the picture in your hand, you mimic the pose, trying to channel the same confidence and allure as the model in the photo.

As you hold the pose, he snaps away with the camera, capturing the moment from every angle. "Perfect," he murmurs, a hint of admiration in his voice as he reviews the shots.

Suddenly, Mingyu's voice breaks the silence, pulling you out of your reverie. "Now, how about we try something a little more daring?" he suggests, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by his suggestion. "Oh? That would be?" you ask, your curiosity piqued.

Mingyu hands you another picture from the folder, his gaze intense as he meets your eyes. "I want you to remove the jacket and just cover your chest," he says, his voice low and husky with desire.

You swallow nervously, feeling a rush of heat flood through you at his words. With trembling hands, you remove the jacket, leaving your chest exposed as you cover yourself with your arms.

Mingyu watches you intently, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he captures the moment with his camera. "Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper as he continues to snap away.

But he's not done yet. "Turn around," he instructs, his voice firm but gentle. "Place your hands behind your back, in your pockets."

You obey his command, feeling a thrill run through you as you follow his instructions. The cool breeze brushes against your exposed breasts, sending a shiver down your spine as your nipples harden in response.

Mingyu continues to photograph you, you can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration coursing through you. This photoshoot has taken an unexpected turn, but you find yourself embracing the moment, eager to see where it leads.

As you stand there, feeling a mix of exhilaration and uncertainty, you hear Mingyu's voice behind you. "You look really stunning," he murmurs, his words sending a thrill down your spine.

You turn to face him, a faint blush tinting your cheeks as he moves closer, reaching out to adjust your hair with gentle fingers. His touch sends a shiver of anticipation racing through you.

Mingyu then leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Why don't we go all out?" he whispers, his voice low and husky. "Why don't you take off all your remaining clothes? We can recreate the birth of Venus. You already look perfect, so let's give it a go."

You meet his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest as you consider his proposal. His eyes are dark with desire, burning with a hunger that mirrors your own.

In that moment, you feel a surge of courage coursing through you. With a nod, you take a deep breath and begin to remove your remaining clothes, baring yourself to him completely.

You stand there, vulnerable and exposed, you can't help but feel a sense of liberation washing over you. Mingyu's eyes drink in every inch of your naked form, his admiration evident in the way he looks at you.

As the last click of the camera signals the end of the shoot, Mingyu's words bring you back to reality. "It's done," he declares, his voice filled with satisfaction as he sets the camera down on the table.

With a sense of relief, you start to gather your clothes, eager to cover yourself and return to some semblance of normalcy.

But before you can fully clothe yourself, Mingyu's voice stops you in your tracks. "Wait," he says, his tone commanding yet gentle.

Confused, you turn to look at him, your hands still clutching your clothes to your chest. His eyes are filled with lust as he walks towards you, a hunger burning within him that sends a thrill through your veins.

You swallow nervously as he cups your face in his hands, his touch sending electric sparks dancing across your skin. Closing your eyes, you lean into his touch, anticipation building in the air as you wait for his next move.

And then it happens. Mingyu leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle caress. It's a slow, languid kiss, filled with passion and thirst as you melt into each other's embrace.

Feeling emboldened by the intensity of the moment, you drop your clothes, wrapping your arms around Mingyu to deepen the kiss. His response is immediate, his hands roaming eagerly over your body as he pulls you closer, his desire evident in every touch.

With a soft gasp, you feel Mingyu's hand on his pants, lowering them along with his boxers to let his cock free. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel him aligning it along your entrance, the anticipation sending a shiver of excitement coursing through you.

As Mingyu slides his length inside you, you let out a soft moan, the sensation of him filling you completely overwhelming your senses. His hands wrap around your butt, lifting you effortlessly off the ground, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him, clinging to him tightly as he begins to move.

With each thrust, he sets a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You find yourself moving in sync with him, using your arms to pull yourself up and down on him, your legs squeezing his waist to grip him tighter.

His lips find yours in a passionate kiss, adding an extra layer of intensity to the already electric atmosphere. You lose yourself in the moment, the world fading away as you focus solely on the feeling of Mingyu inside you, the rhythm of your bodies moving in perfect harmony.

As you reach your climax together, the pleasure crashes over you in a tidal wave, your bodies trembling with the force of your release. Pressing your foreheads together, you lock eyes with Mingyu, sharing a moment of pure connection as you cum together inside you.

Still clinging to him, he squeeze your ass, the sensation sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine. Mingyu's words break the silence, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and satisfaction. "If this is what you meant for being a guinea pig," he says, his tone teasing yet sincere, "then count me in for every experiment."

Laughing at his playful remark, you reluctantly unwrap your legs from around him as he gently sets you back down on the ground. Despite the lingering warmth of your connection, you know there are practical matters to attend to.

"Shower sounds amazing right now," you say with a grin, feeling a sudden pang of hunger as you remember the food Mingyu brought. "And food too, definitely food."

Mingyu nods in agreement, a smile playing on his lips as he reaches for your hand. "Lead the way," he says, his voice soft and reassuring as he follows you towards the bathroom.

As you step into the shower together, the warm water cascading over your bodies, you can't help but feel a sense of intimacy and closeness with Mingyu. The simple act of washing each other's skin becomes a tender gesture of care and affection, deepening the bond between you.

After the shower, you wrap yourselves in towels and make your way to the kitchen, where you find the food Mingyu brought earlier waiting for you. Sitting down at the table together, you share a meal.

You then started to set up your laptop to export the pictures from the photoshoot, eager to see the results of your collaboration. As you browse through the images, you can't help but feel a sense of pride at the work you've created together.

With a satisfied smile, you lean back in your chair, feeling grateful for the day you've shared with Mingyu. As you look at him, a sense of warmth fills your heart, knowing that you've found someone who's willing to go on this journey with you, one photoshoot at a time.

....... ≿━━━━༺MINGYU༻━━━━≾ .......

[imloyaltoscoups]

NAAAAW 😭 imagine if y/n is pregnant and jeonghan’s cheating ass doesn’t know about the child ‘til one of the members sees them accidentally and they kept it from him just like how they kept the cheating from y/n