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Birdie (teaser)

ᯓ★ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It would be fate that you would be filming a documentary of the same F1 team as your former high school sweetheart: Joshua Hong, F1 golden boy. He still remembers you as Birdie— the one that flew away without saying goodbye. Now, years later, you have to look him in the eye as he recounts what his life has been like without you.

ᯓ★ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: f1 driver!Joshua Hong x filmmaker!reader

ᯓ★ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, middleschool sweethearts, lovers to exes, F1 (smut and additional aus will be listed in the full fic)

ᯓ★ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none for the teaser

ᯓ★ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 869 for the teaser, 10K+ on the full fic

ᯓ★ 𝐀𝐍: This fic is for the collab "It's Light Out", hosted by @camandemstudios. If you would like to sign up for the taglist for this story (and others in the collab), sign up here.

The track winds around the Hard Rock Stadium; you literally couldn’t miss it. You filmed a few shots with Wonwoo around the track, the aqua blue surrounding it fitting the whole Miami vibe: palm trees and sunny skies, a clear contrast from where you and Joshua grew up.

“Did we get everything here?” Wonwoo asks, lowering his camera.

“Yeah,” you nod slowly, glancing around the track. “Mr. Hong should be heading to the media room like his assistant said.”

“Why do you keep calling Joshua ‘Mr. Hong?” Wonwoo chuckles, a teasing glint in his eyes. “It’s so formal and stuffy. Relax a little.”

“Pfft, I am relaxed,” you roll your eyes, crossing your arms defensively. “We aren’t exactly friends, you know.”

If only Wonwoo knew why you were keeping it professional, why you’ve been trying your hardest to keep your distance.

“Sure,” he raises an eyebrow, a skeptical smile on his lips. “One day, you’ll tell me why you’re acting all cagey.”

Wonwoo has this uncanny ability to read people well, and you wish, at this very moment, you could turn it off. He’s been your right-hand man since you’ve been with this company. You work well together and consider him a close friend.

“I am not acting cagey!” you huff. “We’re done here. Let’s go get some film in the garage and then meet Mr. Hong after .” You leave no room for debate, and Wonwoo doesn’t press it further.

You offer to help Wonwoo with the equipment, but he shakes his head, motioning for you to go ahead without him. As you scan your surroundings, your eyes wander aimlessly until they settle on the row of garages, each numbered from 1 to 36. Small beads of sweat form on your forehead as Florida's humid weather makes you instantly regret wearing anything but white. The air is thick and heavy, adding to your discomfort as you navigate through the scene.

“Garage number #17… where are you—”

Your breath falters, forcing you to a complete stop. There he was, your former high school sweetheart, no longer the scrawny kid you were madly in love with. He’s taller, more handsome, with broader shoulders, and sports a black undercut that suits this new man he’s become. You stand there for a moment, studying him in awe as he talks to his teammates, Lee Jihoon and Lee Chan, two equally attractive men who lean against the table as they engage in a deep conversation.

You involuntarily shift your leg, making your presence known earlier than you would’ve liked. Fuck.

“S-sorry,” you sputter, your nerves getting the best of you. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation.”

“No, no, it’s fine. We were finishing up anyway,” Jihoon says, dusting the back of his pants. “You’re—”

“Birdie.”

Hearing your childhood nickname from Joshua’s lips brings chills throughout your body. You remember when he gave you that nickname in elementary school when you claimed during recess that you could fly and jumped off a tree. Needless to say, you did not fly; instead, you ended up with a fractured wrist and a bruised ego. But Joshua was impressed anyway, saying you were trying to leave your nest and soar like the pretty bird you were. You were his pretty bird.

“Hi, Joshua,” you say slowly. “It’s been a while.”

“Yes, it has.”

You can hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes. It doesn’t matter how many years have passed, how well you have progressed in your respective careers, or how well he masks it; the hurt and pain are still there. It’s unmistakable.

“Birdie?” Wonwoo’s voice creeps up behind you.

“Yeah,” Joshua smiles. “It was a nickname I gave her when we were kids. She loved to spread her wings and fly, be damned who she left behind.”

You still, detecting the venom wrapped in his seemingly nice statement. Maybe you deserve that.

“Okay, then,” Jihoon speaks up, dissipating the thickening tension that was starting to take over. “I will leave you to it.”

He claps his hands together and leaves with Chan, nodding to you and Wonwoo before exiting the garage. You turn to Wonwoo, who returns your gaze with raised eyebrows, your face heating with embarrassment. You didn’t expect Joshua to welcome you with open arms, but you have never experienced him being… mean, especially to you.

“I was told that I could meet you at the media room,” You gesture towards the garage. “We were just going to get some quick films before we met with you.”

Being near him again made you anxious; your already sweaty hands getting clammier by the minute. The way his eyes peered into your soul made you uncomfortable, like he was reading the deepest parts of your mind and trying to uncover your secrets.

“I’ll meet you there,” Joshua announces, walking off before you can respond with a simple “okay.”

You glance over at Wonwoo, who gives you a subtle, sympathetic smile. “You good?” he mouths.

You nod stiffly, rubbing your temples. He didn’t check to see if you were coming; despite it being a record-high day in temperature, the iciness in his interaction made it clear: Joshua Hong absolutely hates your guts.

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SEVENTEEN ☆ Lollapalooza Berlin 2024

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I’m so excited to be apart of this collab! This is my secret august collab I have mentioned! Get ready for husband Soonyoung everyone 💕

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🏁 Race: Overtake by @sailorsoons

🏎️ Driver: Choi Seungcheol x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: Seungcheol and your brother Joshua battle over everything - pole positions, championships, the title of Mercedes’ best driver. The one thing they were never supposed to fight over was you.

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🏁 Race: all for one by @amourcheol

🏎️ Driver: Choi Seungcheol x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: three-time world champion choi seungcheol races for greatness—even if it sacrifices red bull's constructor trophy. you, principal strategy engineer, cannot allow favouring the self-centred driver over the entire team. when a new red bull rookie threatens his position and certain rivals begin to tempt you, seungcheol must consider winning you over—a feat more difficult than a fourth championship.

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🏁 Race: Off The Record by @soo0hee

🏎️ Driver: Yoon Jeonghan x reader

🛞 Race Stats: 3 seasons with sky sports. 3 seasons of navigating between drivers, the fia and stubborn team principals. 3 seasons and non had taken your breath the way 2025 had thus far. The reason? Yoon Jeonghan. Ferarris posterboy and the man haunting your gridwalks.

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🏁 Race: Revving for Love by @nerdycheol

🏎️ Driver: Yoon Jeonghan x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: You didn’t expect the guy you swiped left on at the airport to show up at your new job — let alone be one of Formula 1’s top drivers. As the team’s new physiotherapist, you’re here to keep things professional — no distractions, especially not Jeonghan. Charming, smug, and all too aware you once swiped left on him. What starts as cooldowns and awkward stretches quickly turns into something messier. Jeonghan is flirty, unpredictable, and far too in sync with you — and despite your best efforts, he’s getting under your skin. And without you even noticing… the lines start to blur.

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🏁 Race: Birdie by @aeristudios

🏎️ Driver: Joshua Hong x reader

🛞 Race Stats: It would be fate that you would be filming a documentary of the same F1 team as your former high school sweetheart: Joshua Hong, F1 golden boy. He still remembers you as Birdie— the one that flew away without saying goodbye. Now, years later, you have to look him in the eye as he recounts what his life has been like without you.

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🏁 Race: build this dream together by @joshujin

🏎️ Driver: Joshua Hong x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: As his race engineer, you’ve spent five amazing years guiding McLaren superstar, Joshua Hong, to victory after victory. But in that fifth year, you learn something horrifying about yourself: you’ve fallen in love with your driver. You’re not willing to let your heart get in the way of everything you’ve worked for, so you do the one thing you know is guaranteed to keep both of your careers safe: you leave. Two years later, Joshua inadvertently comes crashing back into your life with an announcement that rocks the F1 world. Before you know it, you’re on his doorstep with an offer you know he won’t be able to refuse, ready to guide him back to where he needs to be—one last time.

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🏁 Race: burn for the win by @mylovesstuffs

🏎️ Driver: Wen Junhui x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: being the engineer who knows too much and the sister who’s had enough means standing at the eye of the storm while two men she cares about tear each other apart. jun’s pride could still cost him everything, and yet he refuses to fight to fix what’s broken; neither will minghao. she’s tired of the fallout, but no one listens. a crash was only the beginning. now, can anything bring them back?

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🏁 Race: open channel by @sknyuz

🏎️ Driver: Wen Junhui x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: open channel follows you: a young radio engineer who joins the haas f1 team as the apprentice to laura müller, the first female engineer in the paddock, now the chief engineer who has you under her wing—and as the unexpected successor to your own father, the long-time race engineer of haas’s most elusive driver: wen junhui. junhui is cold to the media, clinical on the grid, and famously unreadable behind the visor. but when your voice cuts through the static, clear and steady, even he can’t help but lean in—though neither of you knows yet how deeply your pasts are tangled in the echoes of a long-ago memory on the track.

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🏁 Race: as seen on screen by @imnotshua

🏎️ Driver: Jeon Wonwoo x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: Wonwoo doesn’t pay you any attention, not since you were both rookies - him on the track and you in the paddock. You’ve been at Ferrari for years, and now he’s joined the team you’re supposed to be working together, but it seems he still has that same stick up his ass whenever you have something to say.

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🏁 Race: behind the lens by @wheeboo

🏎️ Driver: Jeon Wonwoo x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: Years ago, you and Jeon Wonwoo were inseparable. First loves, reckless hearts, and dreams too big to share—until it all fell apart. He chased after podiums; you stayed behind your lens. Five years later, you’re commissioned in the paddock as a global motorsport photographer for a behind-the-scenes shoot, and he’s back in the centre of your frame as F1’s quiet, unstoppable force. And for the first time in a long time, your photographs begin to feel real again. This time, will your frame capture an ending, or a second chance?

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🏁 Race: playing with fire by @starlightkyeom

🏎️ Driver: Kwon Soonyoung x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: soonyoung doesn't do relationships. or strings. or repeats all that often, honestly. he's one of the best drivers on the circuit and he doesn't need to. the one exception? you, his biggest rival's on-and-off partner. he's always your first call when your relationship is splashed across the headlines again and he never seems to care.

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🏁 Race: heartbreak champion by @straylightdream

🏎️ Driver: Kwon Soonyoung x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: After being together since you were fifteen, things hit a rough patch as your husband chases his goal of being world champion.

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🏁 Race: Under Investigation by @diamonddaze01

🏎️ Driver: Lee Jihoon x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: Lee Jihoon doesn’t break the rules. He bends them. Just enough to get away with it. Just enough to make your job harder, just enough to see if you’ll flinch. He’s testing the boundaries. And the worst part? You kind of want to see what happens if he crosses them.

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🏁 Race: shit, this is red bull by @gyubakeries

🏎️ Driver: Lee Jihoon x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: the version of you that jihoon sees in front of him is not the you he remembers. bleached denim and torn flannels have been replaced by shiny heels and a crisp blazer. jihoon also learns that there are lots of things besides your new appearance that have changed, the most obvious one being — your love for racing. he has no time to waste on all these new facts though, not when the press is behind his ass and you're the only one who can get him out of the messes he creates.

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🏁 Race: Burning Bridges by @bluehoodiewoozi

🏎️ Driver: Lee Seokmin x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: When your fiancé chooses his Formula 1 career over you and makes it everyone’s problem, his teammate Seokmin is not about to just sit back and watch.

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🏁 Race: red wine nights by @hannieoftheyear

🏎️ Driver: Lee Seokmin x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: what's the worst time to hook up with your best friend and change your relationship forever? probably the night before he gets on a plane and flies far away to become a world famous star.

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🏁 Race: Rumour by @gyuswhore

🏎️ Driver: Kim Mingyu x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: It’s hard to dislike Mingyu, an acknowledgement he risks his modesty for. So when he approaches you with rose tinted glasses, clad in the team kit of his dreams, he’s ready to build a rapport of a lifetime with his brand new race engineer. Until, the brakes screech loud enough for the entire paddock to hear. It’s hard to dislike Mingyu, but you make it look easy.

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🏁 Race: perfect strangers by @studioeisa

🏎️ Driver: Kim Mingyu x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: for the first time in seven years, kim mingyu thinks he might actually have a shot at standing on the podium. he has a decent car, a good teammate, and... a girlfriend? after f1 tv erroneously tags a complete stranger as his 'partner', mingyu now has to reckon with being one half of the newest couple on the grid.

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🏁 Race: one track mind by @haologram

🏎️ Driver: Xu Minghao x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: after years in the spotlight, you've learned one thing: how to get used to new environments, good and bad. despite the time and the friends you've made along the way, things never really change — and that includes the mentality that winning is the only option.

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🏁 Race: victory lap by @minisugakoobies

🏎️ Driver: Xu Minghao x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: minghao's just led his team to another championship - so why can't he enjoy it? he's jaded, having grown disillusioned with his life, and in desperate need of the familiar spark that’s driven him all these years. lucky for him, a chance encounter with the enemy of his rival will set his ignition ablaze with one wild ride.

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🏁 Race: bae-watching by @shinysobi

🏎️ Driver: Boo Seungkwan x reader

🛞 Race Stats: boo seungkwan is over it, really. he's been on the sports circuit for years, but covering any f1 championship gets harder every time. on top of that, he's supposed to get a "fresh angle" on a game that has none-until he's staring down the barrel of history, when she appears right beside the ferrari chief engineer. he's looking at you, but you have stopped looking at him a decade ago.

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🏁 Race: along the rubble or the dust by @heartepub

🏎️ Driver: Boo Seungkwan x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: in the high-octane world of formula one, boo seungkwan has clawed his way up with a mix of charm, grit, skill, and pure luck. he knows, more than anyone else, how coincidence can be a turning point. when, in an improbable series of events, his childhood friend starts lurking in the paddock as his new performance engineer, he gets the distinct feeling that this is about to be one of them. even if (or especially because) he’d rather trust you with his life than with his heart.

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🏁 Race: Podium Pleasers by @shadowkoo

🏎️ Driver: Chwe Hansol x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: F1 driver Vernon is no stranger to stunning women whispering wicked things in his ear during race season, but no voice has stopped his heart quite like yours. The ‘missing’ younger sister of one of his oldest friends. The girl who disappeared two years ago without a word. And now, you’re on his lap with your bare breasts pressed against his chest. He’s horrified to learn that you’re working at an exclusive strip club, tangled in a complicated contract where sex appeal is currency, personal relationships are forbidden, and your freedom is nothing but a twisted illusion. He wants you out, but walking away from a fantasy life built on status and money isn’t that simple. So, in a last-ditch effort, he offers you something else. Something real. A fresh start on the circuit as his assistant, where you can rebuild your future, possibly even a future by his side.

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🏁 Race: slow and steady by @haoboutyou

🏎️ Driver: Chwe Hansol x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: Aston Martin— once a top class, championship winning team, has become riddled with bad press. What better way to cover it up than throwing your driver under the bus? In a not-so elaborate scheme, Vernon and rising star Y/n are entrapped in a dating scandal to cover up the company’s ass, subjecting them to the wrath of public scrutiny instead. Will the awkward dates and busy schedules make way for something more? Or will they let their relationship be dictated by greedy corporations?

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🏁 Race: This Town by @wqnwoos

🏎️ Driver: Lee Chan x reader

🛞 Race Stats: Ten years ago, Lee Chan left your hometown without ever looking back. Now, after a crash that loses him the championship, he’s back and asking for your forgiveness — but you’re not sure if you’re ready to risk your best friend leaving you again.

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🏁 Race: The Boundary Concept by @kkooongie

🏎️ Driver: Lee Chan x f!reader

🛞 Race Stats: Lee Chan didn't know which was worse: the fact that he still liked you since high school (despite shutting down completely whenever you were around) or the fact that you wanted to meet up with him... for a research paper. But hey, he was willing to take any crumbs as long as he got an opportunity to make you realise he was a super cool racer now. That is, assuming he didn't crash under the intense pressure. Or, in which, you never knew writing a paper on the boundary concept would make you question the boundaries between you and Chan.

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[straylightdream]

after the rollercoaster that was ticketing I’m so excited I’m seeing seventeen again in October.

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might let you make me juno

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kim mingyu x afb.reader

If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno. You know I just might. Let you lock me down tonight. One of me is cute, but two though? Give it to me, baby

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, smut, porn with a little plot

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): non idol

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.6k

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: mature, 18+

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mention of wanting children and getting knocked up

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, creampie, oral (fem rec), fingering, squirting, massive dick Mingyu, pussy stretching, dirty talk, needy reader, multiple positions (cowgirl, and missionary), breeding/impreg kink, the mc calls herself a slut (she’s very sex positive), use of lube, mentions of using fuzzy handcuffs

nicknamed: baby, baby girl, darling, good girl (hers) baby (his)

𝐚𝐧: inspired by the song of the same name by Sabrina carpenter. I wanted to post this for Mingyu’s birthday. Thank you so much to @sluttyminghao and @mylovesstuffs for beta reading and helping me edit this!

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

Tall, gorgeous and handsome. The sight of him is absolutely mouth-watering. God bless his father for his genetics he was clearly gifted with.

You’ve been seeing Mingyu for three weeks and you are practically feral at the thought of throwing yourself at the beautiful man you are thirsting after.

As it turns out, Mingyu is a gentleman and requested you take things slow. He told you he wanted to wait until you’ve been together for a month before you finally get down and nasty together.

Your three weeks together haven’t been all sweet and innocent though. At the beginning of week two, after a late-night dinner, some heavy making out and dry humping led to him fingering you on the couch. Two nights later you found yourself with your hand in his sweatpants groping his very, very large cock. You practically begged him to let you blow him, but he said on your next date you could take the next step.

A couple of days ago was when you were finally blessed with the opportunity to suck the life out of Mingyu and his massive cock. You liked to think that you were pretty good at sucking dick, but nothing could truly prepare you for this experience. You couldn’t fit his whole length in your mouth at first without gagging. After a few tries, you could finally take him in your throat. The praise he gave you as he used his hands as a makeshift hair tie, which left you wet.

You’ve been far from innocent for a while. You lost your good old-fashioned v-card a week into your sophomore year of college and never looked back. Some people might say you’re a little loose with who you sleep with or maybe a good old fashion “slut”, but you don’t see it that way. You always just say you’re sex positive; you’re all about embracing the sexual side of yourself.

The night you met Mingyu he informed you that he’s a reformed fuck boy. The reason he wants to take things slow with you is because he wants to fully build a connection. If that’s what he wants, you’ll follow his request.

Tonight, you’re three nights shy from a month together. You aren’t sure you can make it through this date if you don’t finally get the opportunity to ride him like your life depends on it.

The thing about Mingyu is that you’re pretty sure you’re going to fall in love. It’s not just because of his perfect genetics and massive cock. He’s, unfortunately, perfect. Maybe not unfortunately—fortunately for you—he’s perfect. He’s a gentleman, he’s so kind, and he fucking cooks. He’s everything a mother dreams about their daughter finding in a partner. You knew one day if you take him home, your mother is going to beg you to marry him. She’s going to take one look at him and tell you to make her some grandchildren.

Hell, your friends are all telling you to lock it fully down. The day after your first date, you showed them a photo of Mingyu, and they literally gave you a high five that you managed to bag him.

There is something about Mingyu that just makes you feel like you’re an absolute horny mess at all times. You haven’t always been like this. Sure, you’re sex positive and love sex, but a normal man doesn’t make you feel like all your hormones are out of whack. Maybe that's because when he smiles, he instantly gives you butterflies and makes you feel like you’re falling hard.

Standing outside the expensive restaurant he just took you to, you’re waiting for a cab. His arm is over your shoulder as you lean against him. You’re desperately hoping that your matching red lingerie set with crotchless panties isn’t going to go to waste tonight.

“Mingyu?”

“Yes, darling?”

“What’s the chance I get you to take me home and see what’s under this dress?”

Biting his bottom lip, he holds back a smile. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Death by pussy doesn’t sound like a terrible death.” You absolutely love teasing him.

“Death by your pussy is how I personally prefer to die.”

“Is that a yes to finally riding you like my life depends on it?”

He can’t help but let out a chuckle at your extremely blunt statement. Before he can even respond, the cab arrives. Mingyu pulls away long enough for you to slide into the back seat. He slides in next to you. His large hand rests on your exposed thigh. He gives the cab your address.

Slowly, he leans in close, brushing your hair away from your ear. “Yes, you can do all things you have been dreaming about,” he whispers just loud enough for only you to hear. His hand stays firmly planted on your thigh, never moving.

The whole cab ride, you felt like it was taking everything in you not to crawl onto Mingyu’s lap and start kissing him like you need him to breathe. Fucking in the back of a cab probably isn’t the best idea though. The last thing you need is to get arrested for public indecency.

The moment you’re out of the cab, you grab his hand and pull him towards your apartment. The walk to your apartment feels too long. The second your apartment opens, you shove him against the door. “Someone’s extra horny tonight.” He has no clue how much he turns you on with little to no effort.

“I’ve been so patient with you. I just think I deserve a reward for being such a good girl.”

“Oh, you’re a good girl?” He cocks his head to the side.

“I’m a good girl just for you.” You trail your fingers up his chest.

“What does my good girl want me to do tonight?” He leans down so his lips are closer to yours.

“I have some fuzzy pink handcuffs you could try out.”

“Naughty girl.” He pops his tongue and gives you a wicked grin.

“You know I want you so bad. I don’t think I have ever wanted someone like you.”

“Are you just saying that because you want me to fuck you?”

“No. I’m saying that because I like everything about you. Sure, you’re hot, and you make me so horny I feel like I’m going crazy. You’re honestly perfect for me. I have fallen so hard for you.” You might as well lay all your cards out on the table.

“Oh, you’ve fallen for me?” He raises his eyebrow.

“Does that mean you haven’t fallen for me?” You’ve fallen for him so hard, there is no way he hasn’t fallen for you too.

“Baby girl, I’m head over heels for you.”

“Do you like me enough to make me Juno?”

“Like the movie?” He lets out a laugh.

“Yeah. Do you know one of me is cute? Could you imagine two?”

“Does my pretty girl have a breeding kink?” “What, you don’t want to knock me up?” You don’t want him to knock you up just yet, but there is something thrilling about playing into a breeding kink that you both clearly have.

“Does that mean no condoms tonight?”

Pressing your index finger into his chest, you look up at him and smile. “Make me fall in love tonight, big boy.”

Stepping around him, you head off towards your room, knowing he’s going to follow behind you. Opening the door, you have about ten seconds before Mingyu walks in behind you. Slipping off your high heels, you can feel his eyes burning into you. He is standing by the door, just watching as you go about slowly taking off parts of your outfit. Walking over to your dresser, you remove your jewelry. Looking into the mirror that’s on top, you find Mingyu carefully watching.

Reaching back, you slowly start unzipping your dress. The red fabric pools at your feet. Your red lace lingerie set you’re wearing is fully sheer. Your body is fully on display.

“Fuck-“ he groans.

“Like what you see, big boy?”

He instantly starts unbuttoning his dress shirt. Reaching into the nightstand, you pull out a bottle of lube and those pink fuzzy handcuffs you had mentioned before. Twirling them around your finger, you watch as he strips down to nothing but his boxers that are doing nothing to hide his very large erection.

“You know I want to blow you so badly, but I feel like I have been such a patient girl. I was hoping you could eat me out before I ride you.”

“Can your pretty lingerie stay on?” He steps closer to you.

“You don’t want to unwrap your present?”

“You look too good in it for it just to end up on the floor.”

Crawling onto the bed, you lay back, propping yourself up on your pillows. You spread your legs to show him how wet you already are. Slowly, you dip your fingers through your wet folds. “Oh.” You can’t help but moan as you circle your sensitive clit. His eyes are locked on you, watching each of your movements.

“Are you going to make me do all the work?” You sigh.

He crawls onto the bed. Laying on his stomach, he takes one of your legs resting it over your shoulder. He kisses the delicate skin on your inner thigh.

“Mingyu- please-“ If he wants you to beg for him you absolutely will.

“As you wish.”

His lips attach to your sensitive clit, sucking on it while he starts pumping one finger in you. He’s large, so you’re well aware he’s going to have to stretch you out before you can properly take him without pain.

The fact that Mingyu is eager to eat you out is just another thing about him that’s perfect. He’s said he gets off on pleasing his partner. By the ways he’s practically making out with your pussy while he pumps two fingers in and out of you, you know he’s not lying. Judging by the size of Mingyu's extra large cock, you know two fingers probably aren’t enough.

“Another one, please.” You practically beg.

He chuckles against your core. His lips stay pressed against you. Another finger is added. The stretch feels so good. He has you moaning like a bitch in heat. To be quite honest you feel like you’re in heat, with how desperately you want the man between your legs.

His fingers start doing a come hither motion, causing a pressure in your stomach you’ve never experienced.

“Gyu-“ His name is nothing more than a broken moan.

“What does my good girl want?” He pulls away from your pussy for the first time.

“Oh- go-d-“ Your entire body feels tense. You’re starting to feel dizzy and your release is getting closer and closer to the edge.

His tongue starts flicking your clit at a fast rate. His long fingers are rubbing the spongy spot inside you.

“Gyu-“ You practically scream. A pressure breaks inside you. Your walls contract as your release squirts all over Mingyu's hand and face.

His fingers slowly pump inside you, helping you ride out your high as he pulls his face away from your core.

“Baby-“ You can’t form coherent words. You’ve never squirted before in your life. You’ve never had an orgasm that feels as if it’s left you brain dead.

“Luckily you didn’t squirt on the bed. You just got my hand and face.” He lets out a laugh.

“I’ve never done that before,” you sigh.

He sits on his knees between your spread legs. “I’m honored.”

Laying down on the bed next to you he pulls off his boxers. He’s laying there naked with his large dick resting on his stomach. He taps his hip. “Climb aboard.” The cocky grin he sports gives you butterflies. He grabs the bottle of lube. Clicking the cap open he generously coats his length.

Slowly crawling onto his lips he wastes no time massaging your already wet core with lube.

Straddling his waist you grind against his large cock. Maybe one orgasm isn’t enough to make it comfortable to take him.

“Did you want to try those fuzzy handcuffs on me?” you ask, reaching out and picking them up.

“Orgasm number three I’ll handcuff you. I want you to ride me, as you said like your life depends on it.” Biting your bottom lip, you can’t help but smirk. “Do you need more lube?” His hand rubs your thigh.

“Let me try to take you, and if it hurts, we can use more.”

Lifting your hips he holds his length at your entrance. You take him slowly, inch by inch, giving yourself a chance to adjust to his massive size. It feels as if he’s splitting you open, but it’s absolutely delicious.

He fills you to the brim. There is no way he’s not bruising your cervix.

“Fuck, you’re huge.”

“Sorry, baby.” He sounds concerned. His large hand is gently rubbing your thigh.

“You’re splitting me open, but it feels so good.” By the end of your sentence, he’s smiling up at you.

There’s no way in hell you could start with a quick pace. You start with a small bouncy pace. Only moving up an inch or two before sinking back down. His hands rest on your hips, helping you move.

Leaning forward your hands are resting on his chest. You slide your hips up further and further with each thrust. Sex with Mingyu feels like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. The way he’s stretching you out makes you feel as if you’re close to the edge. The room is filled with wet sounds of you siding up and down his cock, your whiny moans, and his deep groans. It sounds like a porno, and you can’t get enough of it.

Your release comes quicker than you expected. Your body is tense and your walls contract. Throwing your head back you moan his name. You still completely, your body is completely fucked out. You can’t continue to ride him in your dazed state.

“Did I break you, baby?” He rubs your thigh gently, as if he isn’t thrusting into you while your brain is completely broken.

“Fuck- Gyu-“

“Can I flip you onto your back?”

“Yes.”

With little to no effort, he flips you. He spreads your legs wide, giving him more access to your practically abused pussy. He sits on his knees. His pace is slow but firm.

“Did you want those fuzzy handcuffs now?” He teases you.

The idea of not being able to touch him now makes you want to cry.

“No-“ You whine.

He moves down, hovering over you. His pace picks up. His release is rapidly approaching. The way he moans your name is like music to your ears.

“Can I come inside you?”

“Ple-ase.” You’re cock drunk and can barely speak.

“Did you want me to get you pregnant?”

“Yes.” You don’t actually want to get pregnant, but having children with him one day would be a dream.

Slamming his hips into you, he fills you to the brim, painting your walls white with his salty release.

Collapsing on top of you, he tries not to put all his weight on you. He places a trail of wet kisses across your collarbone. “Baby do I need to get up and get you plan b?”

You can’t help but laugh. Of course that’s his first question after fucking you so good you can’t even think straight

“No, I'm on birth control.”

Your hand runs up and down his spine almost as if you’re trying to memorize how it feels.

“Give me two years and I’ll actually make you Juno. You’re not wrong, one of you is cute. I couldn’t even start to imagine two of you.”

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hi, is desperate measure part two out? Jeonghan focused

It’s not out yet, but I’m actively working on it. I’m aiming for around Jeonghan birthday. It’s way more Jeonghan focused. I’m tempted to make this a three part series.

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This story is so good, and so incredibly well written. I can’t even put into words how obsessed with this series I already I am. Everyone needs to read this.

tell me, will we survive? pt. 2

𔘓 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: He’s trying. You’re listening. But sometimes being love just isn't enough. 𔘓 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: architect!Mingyu x artist!reader, mentions of Wonwoo and Seokmin 𔘓 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, smut, (a lil fluff this time) established relationship, college sweethearts, 18+ 𔘓 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: a bit of heavy angst again, cursing, kissing, dirty talk, pet names (lots of baby), (f. receiving), hair pulling, unprotected rough sex, riding, Mingyu lifts you in the air and does his thing lol, creampie, multiple orgasms, 𔘓 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 6.2K 𔘓 𝐀𝐍: I want to thank every single one of you for all the love you gave me for pt. 1. It means so much to me that this little angsty series of mine is getting so much love 🖤 I want to give a huge thank you to @hannieween for letting me ramble a a bit about these two & @hannieoftheyear thank you for reading over this for me, hyping me up and catching all of my grammatical errors lol.

playlist: I could be forever- Hojean, Losing You- Christian Kuria, Can’t Get You- Jaehyun, Overlap- Offshore, Dopamine- Jackson Wang, Touch Me- Victoria Monet, Sienna- The Marias

part 1

The weekends used to be where you and Mingyu would thrive. You would visit museums, beaches, local events, or go far away—anything you could find, as long as you got to be with each other. You used to let the sun hit your skin, hold hands, and talk about anything and everything to your heart’s content. Your days were vibrant, full of bright colors that brought life to you and him. 

Now your weekends come and go in shades of beige. 

Grocery runs, laundry, and trips to miscellaneous stores. Mingyu spent Saturday scrubbing the baseboards “to stay busy,” while you sat on the couch pretending to scroll, your chest caving in with every checklist he completed without ever asking how you were doing. You tried to offer to help. He told you to rest. You wanted to scream.

Sunday was worse. He swiffered the floors and deep cleaned the house while humming some romantic songs under his breath; it almost made you cry. He is so good at maintenance, keeping up the house, and making sure you have the material things. But what about you and your needs? It’s like you have to cry like a child to get any attention. The feeling of being unheard in your own home was suffocating. 

It’s Monday again, and everything feels like it’s back to the same routine and rituals, as if Friday never happened. As if you didn't break down in front of him, and he didn't promise to do better while he was on his knees. Sometimes, you just have to laugh at the irony of it all.

“Are you okay?” Mingyu looks at you through the mirror, rubbing product in his hair. He was already dressed, sans his suit jacket.

“I’m fine, Gyu, just tired,” you said softly, rinsing the cream from your face. You felt far from okay, but there was no point in saying anything now.

“Okay,” Mingyu mutters, checking his watch anxiously. “Shit. I have to go; my 9 AM meeting can't wait.” He glances toward the kitchen, the smell of breakfast lingering in the air. “It’s on the table, baby.”

He kisses your head out of habit rather than tenderness, leaving the bathroom before you can respond. You hear shuffling in the closet before he emerges with his suit jacket and walks past you without saying goodbye—not even an "I love you" or a glance in your direction. It feels like just another transactional interaction.

You stared at your closet, taking in the space he had neatly created, one that left no mark of anyone having been there. You blink, the absurdity of it sinking in. A chuckle escapes your lips, soft and incredulous, as disbelief washes over you like a light mist, leaving you both amused and bewildered.

“I can’t fucking believe this.” 

You quickly dry your face and search for your phone, locating it on the nightstand, its screen flickering with a barrage of notifications. Clearing out of them without looking, you go to the contact of Seokmin, your best friend from college, and the only person who knows you as well as Mingyu and would have the right words to say. 

“Hey, are you in town? You want to go for lunch?”

You don’t wait for him to respond before you fire off the following message: 

“I need you to talk me out of something I may not be able to take back.”

Three dots immediately popped on the screen, pending his response. Then your phone chimes. 

“Pick the place and time. I’ll be there.” 

The sound of gloves hitting the punching bag leaves a deafening sound in the barely empty gym. Mingyu does not hold back, letting out his worries and frustrations as he repeatedly hits the bag, sweat clinging to his skin. It’s his lunch break, but he isn’t hungry; his stomach is too tied up in knots. 

All he can see is your face from this morning. You barely looked at him, your eyes were dull, and he knows it was his fault. He was the idiot who fell asleep instead of spending time with you, and instead of manning up and apologizing, he made himself busy with household chores and errands, not willing to hear the truth. 

In addition to today’s meeting, which he was almost late for, he discovered that he might be leading another project. He’s thrilled to be leading another project, but that means more time away from you. The lines between work and home blur even further, and he is exasperated. 

He mops his brow with a damp towel, then collapses onto the worn bench, his elbows resting heavily on his knees, head bowed as if weighed down by the effort. The air smells like a mixture of sweat and detergent. His skin is sticky, his heart pounding from the set he barely finished.

“Are you good?”

Mingyu glances up, blinking at Wonwoo, who has just finished his workout, handing him a bottle of water. Mingyu thanks him and takes the water, drinking it in one go. Breathless, he cocks his head back, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. His thoughts and feelings are at the forefront— his career, you, and what he wants his future to be. Why is it so hard to juggle the two?

“I thought you had meetings today,” Mingyu deflects. 

“I finished them already and decided to get a workout in before I leave for the day,” Wonwoo says, wiping his face with a towel. 

“Oh, yeah, it’s Krystal’s birthday, right?”

Wonwoo hums in agreement, taking a seat next to him. “We have a babysitter tonight, and I am going to take her out for a nice dinner.”

Krystal is Wonwoo’s better half, someone he has known since they were kids. When Mingyu met Wonwoo at the firm, he had just gotten married, and they were new to the city. They became fast friends, and Mingyu found he could lean on him through tough times. Mingyu and you have gone on double dates with them several times and attended the baby shower of their little girl, Lily. When Wonwoo talks about his family, his eyes light up with a joy that could fill the darkest places. He speaks of them with a tenderness and care that can only be seen from a man who truly values and loves his family. 

“Quit deflecting, Mingyu. What’s going on?”

Mingyu throws Wonwoo a look, followed by a snort. “You know what it is. I keep messing up at home.”

“What did you do?”

“It’s more of what I didn’t do,” Mingyu sighs. “I came home, apologized in more ways than one, and she asked me for some time with her when we got out of the shower.” 

Wonwoo raises an eyebrow, waiting for the rest. “Okay, so what happened after that?”

Mingyu takes a deep breath, reliving his mistake in his head. “I fell asleep.” 

Wonwoo stares for a moment, then bursts into laughter, his eyes wide with shock. “Tell me you did not go to sleep on YN.”

“I did,” he hangs his head in shame. “And I kind of just avoided her all weekend with household chores and errands instead of talking to her about it.”

Wonwoo continues to snicker, shaking his head as he rakes his fingers through his hair. “Do you even want to keep your girlfriend?”

Mingyu lets out a breathless, bitter laugh. “Come on, man. I already feel bad enough. She’s been trying so hard. Planning little date nights for us, cooking more, practically anything. I’ve been trying to phone it in, but I don't know how to manage both things at once.” 

“You mean work and home?”

“Yeah,” Mingyu sighs. “I really want this promotion. I’ve busted my ass for it, and I can practically feel it within my grasp. But every time I feel like I can breathe again, I forget to text her back, or I am home late, and she is already asleep. I can’t win for shit.” 

Wonwoo silently pulls out a protein bar from his bag, unwrapping it and taking a bite. The silence stretches as if he is trying to pull the thoughts from his head. 

“Look, I don’t think you are a bad person or even a bad boyfriend. You’re just distracted,” Wonwoo says. “I know you are working hard to upscale your lives and give her the world and then some. But don’t forget about her in the process. She is your partner in all of this, and it doesn’t make sense to do all this if you lose her.”

Mingyu stays quiet as he absorbs everything Wonwoo is saying. Once again, Wonwoo is correct. What is the point of working so hard if he has nothing to show for it, and you are no longer here? You are far too precious to him. When he thinks of you, it feels as if his soul smiles, as though he were made for you.

He thinks about your “I’m tired” from this morning. It was more than tired from a lack of sleep, and he knows that. He needs to show up for you and prove to you that he cares, that you still matter to him. 

“I’m going to leave early today,” Mingyu says suddenly. “I’m going to make her dinner and spend time with her. She deserves that.” 

“Is the big boss going to like that?” Wonwoo asks with a smirk. 

“She’ll deal,” Mingyu resolves. “I have more important things to take care of tonight.” 

You sit at the booth tucked in the corner of a small Vietnamese restaurant, the kind of hidden gem that only the locals and broke college students go to when they want a meal that's good from the goodness of someone’s soul. You’ve been coming here for years, and it’s your favorite place. The walls are painted a sun-warmed coral, mismatched lanterns hang like low-hung stars from the ceiling, and tropical plants line the windowsills with a sort of unbothered grace. A quiet playlist of soft pop in Vietnamese hums beneath the clinking of soup spoons and the sizzle of something cooking in the back.

You ordered your usual pho with a side of banh mi, the smell of lime, mint, and broth filling your nose. It smelled delicious, but your appetite was waning. Your stomach is in triple knots, and there is not enough delightful broth in the world that could fix the pain you feel inside. 

“You’re not eating,” Seokmin remarks, looking at your barely touched food. “You must be feeling really bad.” 

Seokmin is good for that. Always noticing things about you when you weren’t looking and keeping you on the right track. In this friendship, you are the high-strung, emotional, mood painter, and he is the carefree, attentive music producer who can talk you off a ledge. Sometimes you wonder how you managed to be best friends. 

You met him in your sophomore year in a photography class you took on a whim. He’d picked the seat next to you, made a dumb joke about shutter speed, and somehow—by the end of that week—you were shooting each other’s portraits in the park and arguing about composition over cheap street tacos. He was there before Mingyu and always saw you for who you truly were, even when you didn’t see it yourself at times. In return, you always kicked his ass in high gear if he felt insecure about his music and doubted himself. 

Seokmin is one of the most sought-after music producers in the world, but he always made time for you, his best friend. 

You wipe your face and lean back, embarrassed. “God, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he says gently, sliding a napkin toward you. “I wore the ugly shirt on purpose. Easy to cry on.”

You laugh, watery and fragile. “You’re an idiot.”

“And yet, here we are,” he shrugs. “Want to tell me what’s going on, or do you want to cry into my rice paper rolls first?”

You stare at the bowl of pho, the steaming broth rising. “It’s Mingyu.” 

You let out a breath, pressing the heels of your palms to your eyes. “I don't know what else to do.  I’ve been trying so hard, Seok. I have been planning dates, cooking more, and staying up late for him. Hell, I even wore one of his favorite shirts with nothing underneath, and he barely reacted. What am I? Chopped liver?”

You take a deep sip of your iced tea, drinking until it’s nearly finished. “It’s like he’s here with me in body, but his mind is elsewhere. I feel like I’m drowning in the ocean; he sees me waving for help from the water and hears me, but doesn’t seem to care. Am I really that bad of a person? Is this who we are now?”

You finally meet his gaze, your voice sharp around the edges. “What if we don’t survive?”

You crumble in the dim corner of the restaurant, hot tears spilling down your cheeks, pooling on the tablecloth like unwanted guests. How did you get here? Why is it so hard to talk to each other? Why is it that every time he is near, it feels like knives stabbing your abdomen? You aren’t supposed to feel that about your partner of almost a decade, the person you started building the rest of your life with. 

You feel Seokmin’s warmth before his arms wrap around you, letting you cry into his shirt. He rubs your back softly, sitting there like a silent beacon of strength while you break down. 

“I’m sorry, Seok,” you sniffle, grabbing a napkin from the table. “I’m just so frustrated. I know he has been chasing this promotion, and he really wants it. I want him to have it, I really do. But what happens when he gets it? Are the nights going to be longer? Will he be even more distracted? I feel horrible complaining about this, but what else can I fucking do?”

Seokmin is quiet for a moment, letting your words sink in while you take another sip of your tea.

“I’m not going to tell you what to do. You know I’d support you no matter what. But,” he lifts a brow, “you and Mingyu built something real. You chose each other. That doesn’t just disappear. It frays, sure. But it doesn’t vanish overnight.”

“I know, but I feel like I am doing all the pulling and the heavy lifting,” you frown.

“Well, then, quit pulling and start talking,” Seokmin shrugs, leaning back into his seat. 

“Talking?” You blink. “Seokmin, all I do is talk.”

“No, I mean really talk. Tell him how you feel. You hold back a lot, and maybe if you had said something in the beginning, things wouldn’t have been this bad.”

Seokmin takes a deep breath, watching as your lip trembles under the weight of your emotions. “Look, I know he loves you and you love him. Tell him how you feel invisible, shut out, or whatever color words you want to throw at him. But if things don’t improve, then you know what you have to do… even if it tears your heart out.” 

You look at him for a long moment, mulling over his words. You know he is right, but are you ready to walk if you have to?

“Okay,” you nod, your appetite slowly coming back to you. “I will try to talk to him. Be more honest with him.” You nudge his shoulder with yours, cracking a soft smile. “Thank you, Seok.” 

“You're welcome, crybaby.” 

You let out a dry laugh. “Whatever.”

The remainder of your lunch went as well as could be expected, as you caught up with Seokmin about life and the new band he has been producing. There is a fire in his eyes when he talks about music; his passion is evident in every word he speaks. You experience a similar feeling when it comes to art and your paintings. Art consumes you and fills your soul, flowing through you as you sit in front of your canvas and create.

“I think I am going to go to the studio and work on something different,” you say out loud in thought. ‘I’ve been working on my project and I’m almost done, but this situation has me wanting to put something on canvas.”

You take your wallet out of your purse, expecting to pay, but Seokmin moves your hand away, giving you a look. “You know you never have to pay when you’re with me.”

“Oh, Seokmin, stop it,” you pout. “Let me pay for once.” 

“Nope,” he shakes his head. “Plus, I paid before you got here.” 

You throw him an annoyed look before breaking into a smile, reluctantly putting your card away. “I’m going to pay one of these days.” 

You slide out of the booth, waiting for Seokmin to leave his tip before leaving the restaurant with him. It’s after one, and the warm breeze sways your hair softly as the sun shifts to the west. Your heart isn’t as heavy, but it’s no light burden. You need to release stress, grab a paintbrush, and let your creativity flow. 

“Thank you, Seok, for listening to me,” you say wholeheartedly, hugging him. “You are always there for me. Are you still coming to my art show?” 

“Of course, I’ll be there,” he says, returning your affection. “What are best friends for?”

He gives you the warmest hug that soothes your spirit, promising to text you when he gets home. You get in your car and head to your studio, your body on autopilot as you drive the familiar streets that lead you to the pink flamingo colored building that you have called your workplace for many years now. It’s funky and has character, and it's the one place you always feel at peace. 

You step inside your quiet space, and the receptionist greets you as you walk in. Making your way into the backroom, you walk into your “chaos room,” as you call it, and survey what’s in front of you. It smells like linseed oil and old pencil shavings. Dust motes float through the golden light slanting in through the skylight. The far wall is covered in half-finished canvases—color bleeding into color, anger layered over beauty, confusion still wet in the strokes.

You pull on your apron, hair up, brush in hand. Your fingers twitch the moment they touch the canvas, aching to say something your mouth can’t. You don’t sketch first, you just begin, letting your spirit guide you as you mix your colors and drag your brush across the canvas. From the outside looking in, you appear erratic, your hands bold and unforgiving as you convey the feelings that have been plaguing you inside—heavy arcs turn to spirals, shadows bloom under your touch.

By the time your hand slows, your chest has loosened. You step back, the golden hour light shining perfectly on your art. The canvas is moody and abstract, full of motion and tension, as if something is straining to hold itself together.

You stare at it for a long moment before scribbling a title in the corner with your brush.

My Soul Is Tired

And for the first time in days, you feel like you can breathe.

“Where are we going, Mingyu?”

“You’ll see, baby.”

It was your anniversary two years ago, before everything was busy and the word “tension” didn’t exist in your relationship. Mingyu said he wanted to take you somewhere special—a place he had discovered while on a work trip—and it immediately made him think of you. He asked you to wear the dress he liked with a bathing suit underneath, and you did it happily. You were brimming with curiosity and excitement through the road trip, your eyes sparkling with wonder as the landscape changed around you. Each bend in the road revealed new sights—a breathtaking skyline, lush green valleys, and vibrant bursts of wildflowers on the roadside. You sketched as Mingyu hummed his favorite R&B tracks, occasionally rubbing your thigh to show affection.

Two hours later, Mingyu parked in a small lot that overlooked a breathtaking beach you had never seen before, in a town that you had only heard about in passing but never got a chance to visit. Ever the gentleman, Mingyu came around and opened your door, interwining his fingers into yours as he led you along the path to the beach. The waters were the bluest of blue, sparkling in the sunlight that made them look whimsical, like a fairytale. You were expecting to go to the beach and get in the water when he led you along the coast, leading you into a cavern that was in the barely visible cut.

“What are we doing here?” You asked as you surveyed your surroundings. 

“Trust me, baby, you are going to want to see this.” 

He guided you deeper into the shadows, where the fading light from outside began to vanish completely. For several moments, the only illumination came from the soft glow of Mingyu's phone, casting flickering shadows on the rough walls as he navigated the winding, darkened path. The air grew cooler and thicker, and an eerie stillness enveloped you, heightening every sound echoing in the distance.

“Mingyu—”

You stopped in your tracks when you saw that he led you to paradise. There was a hidden cove with crystal-clear cerulean waters; the sunlight from a gap in the towering cliffs allowed beams of golden sunlight to cascade down on its beauty. Rich emerald seaweed and schools of fish adorned the waters, creating the visuals that you’ve always imagined when you read novels as a kid. 

“I found this when I was away a couple of weeks ago for work,” Mingyu said. “I was walking along the beach trying to get a picture of this place for one of our upcoming projects, and I discovered it. Do you remember when you told me in our dorms that you wanted to see a hidden cove because of Peter Pan?”

You cast a fleeting, tearful glance at him and nodded, your heart softening at that memory. It was so long ago, you didn’t think he would remember something you said in passing while you were in his arms, half asleep. 

“I wanted to make one of your dreams come true,” Mingyu confessed, pulling you towards him. “I love you.”

“Mingyu,” you say with a shaky breath, barely holding your emotions together. “This is the sweetest thing you have ever done for me.”

You kissed him with a zeal that was heartfelt, needed, and so many unsaid words you couldn’t manage to say. His hands cradled your face, thumbs brushing softly against your cheeks as the kiss deepened, setting your soul alight. You didn’t have to tell him you loved him too; he knew it, felt it, and that was always enough. If there was a love that could be described as a forever-burning fire that never flickered but raged on, this would be it. He would be it. You two would be it. In that moment, you knew there would never be anyone who would love you like the way he could. And you hoped it would never change.

The house is quiet when Mingyu walks in shortly after six. It wasn’t the kind of quiet that was peaceful or comforting. It is the heavy kind, one that suffocates, and it disturbs his spirit. He slips off his shoes, sets down the groceries on the counter, and connects his phone to the speaker, turning on a R&B playlist he likes to listen to when he is cooking and wants to be in a good mood. He hums softly as he starts preparing his vegetables and getting lost in the music and the aromas around him.  See, Mingyu always believed that when you cook, you cook from the heart and with love. 

And he is deeply in love with you.  

He is going to fix this, or at least try. He bought your favorite red wine and purchased all the right ingredients to make your favorite meal—spaghetti and meatballs. He hadn’t planned this like some grand gesture. It wasn’t flowers or a speech. It was simple. Intentional. Homegrown.

Knowing that you weren’t happy, seeing the fire leave your eyes made him feel like shit. Mingyu promised always to make you smile and never be the reason for you to cry. You are perfect to him, precious, the one person who sees him for who he is and doesn’t have to fake anything. You always put his needs before yours and did it with a smile. You made this apartment a real home, and it would be nothing without you in it. He loves your mind, your chaos, your gentleness, and the way you love. He is going to earn your trust back and bring life back into your eyes again, if it's the last thing he does. 

He turns on the stove and fills the kitchen with warmth: garlic sizzling in olive oil, basil blooming under the heat, meatballs browning slowly in the pan. The sauce simmers, filling the air with a sense of nostalgia. He boils water, humming under his breath, nerves tingling in his fingers. As the pasta softens, he sets the table with candles, napkins folded into uneven triangles. A playlist low in the background—your old painting music. He even put his phone in the drawer.

He was all in tonight.

Just as Mingyu turns off the stove, keys jingle at the door, the lock turning clockwise before it opens, and you step in with a surprised look on your face. 

“I didn’t know you were here,” you say as you take off your shoes and slip on your slippers. “Are you cooking?”

“Y-yeah, I left work early today,” Mingyu replies nervously, fiddling with the kitchen towel. “I wanted to make you dinner.”

You walk into the kitchen, surveying the scene he has set. Your gaze softens, and a small smile forms on your lips at the sight of the spaghetti and meatballs. The look of satisfaction on your face makes him proud.

“This is nice, Gyu, and it smells great,” you compliment him. “Thank you for this.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” he says sincerely. “I should have been doing this. You deserve the world.”

He pulls out the chair near the window, your favorite place to sit. “Sit with me?”

You obliged, sitting down as he poured you a glass of wine. Mingyu shuffles in the kitchen while he makes your plate, the excitement mixed with nerves getting the best of him. He wants tonight to go so well, damn near perfect, that it makes you smile for the rest of your life. 

Setting down your dinner, you thank him as he takes a seat across from you, taking you all in. You take a few bites of your spaghetti, moments of silence passing by as the scraping of forks on ceramic plates and the pouring of wine into glasses fill the air.  Mingyu can’t shake the heaviness in the pit of his stomach, wanting to know what’s in that beautiful brain of yours and how he can fix this patch you guys are in. You are magic, his 7th wonder, the light of his life. 

“How’s your art show coming on?” He implores. 

“Oh, um,” you clear your throat. “It’s going alright.”

“Oh?” He leans in slightly, his interest piqued. “Do you want to tell me about it?”

You raise an eyebrow, a hint of surprise on your face as you lean back into your seat. “Really? You want to know about it?”

Your inquisitiveness twists the knots in his stomach further. Is this far you have drifted as a couple, where his genuine interest in your projects feels unexpected? Your passions?

“Of course, I want to know, baby,” Mingyu says, gently taking your hand. “I’m always going to be interested in what you love. You know that.”

“Do I?” You sigh, shaking your head slowly. “When’s the last time you asked about my art or anything remotely related to my interests?”

The ice in your tone makes him flinch, and there is nothing he could say to rebut that. You are right. He hasn’t had a real conversation with you in a while, nor asked about your projects. It was always about work, his projects, and his ambitions for that promotion; and in the midst of that, he indirectly left you behind.

“You’re right,” Mingyu admits, his eyes reflecting regret. “I haven’t been present, and I get why you may not trust me. But I do want to know about your art show and how it’s going.”

You pause for a moment, as if you are deciding whether he is worthy to know that part of you anymore. You bite your lip, folding your arms across and studying him carefully. 

“It’s going okay,” you straighten up in your chair. “Everything is going according to plan. I worked on a piece today and finished it all in one go. It was kind of a last-minute addition.” 

“That’s great, baby!” Mingyu exclaims, clapping his hands. “What’s it called?”

You shifted nervously, drinking the last remnants of your wine before you finally spoke. “My Soul Is Tired.”

The mood sours like milk that’s been out too long. The connotation was so blunt that he would be stupid to question it out loud. Tired. You’re weary of him. The guilt gnaws at him like a parasite; he fucked up so bad that you don’t even feel joy when you see him.  

You wipe your mouth on the napkin, returning your gaze to him. “I appreciate what you are trying to do, Gyu. Really. It means a lot to me that you made my favorite meal, and you are attentive. But this has been going on for almost a year. I am starved for your attention, affection aside from the transactional kiss on the forehead when you leave or the brief look you give me when I ask you a question. I want passion, romance, the tingling I used to feel just by being in your orbit. I feel all alone. I hate this. All of this.” 

You get up and leave the kitchen, making it halfway to your shared room when Mingyu panics, grabbing your hand and pulling you close to him. His heart is racing, the thought of a future without you in it bringing him to his knees.

“I love you,” Mingyu pleads, holding you at your hips. “I don’t want to lose this. Us. This life we have together. I admit I haven’t been the best partner to you, and I’m so fucking sorry that I make you feel alone. We’ve been together almost ten years—a whole decade. I want to marry you one day and have kids with you. Or pets. Whatever you want. Remember that New Year's Eve when we snuck to the roof on campus and watched the fireworks? I promised you that I would give you the world, and I want to keep that promise and put a smile on your face. I fucking love you.”

“Mingyu,” you sigh deeply. “I love you, too. But it’s going to take a lot more than ‘I’m sorry’ to fix this. You’re always sorry. I’m not going to keep putting up with this.”

Mingyu holds you tighter, resting his head on your stomach. He’s afraid to let you out of his grasp; you're precious to him. 

“Tell me what you want,” Mingyu looks at you with puppy dog eyes. “Tell me what to do to make it right.”

His hands start to slide up your dress, his fingers itching to feel the softness of your skin. You look down at him, your breath hitching as you watch him tug at the hems of your underwear and slowly pull them down your legs. Mingyu has this incessant need to make you feel good, to take away the pain that he’s caused. He’s enamored with you, obsessed, and it’s consuming his every thought.

“Gyu,” you murmur, biting your lip. “What are you doing?”

“Making you feel good,” he whispers, licking his lips. 

Taking your hand, he walks you to the couch, motioning for you to lie down as he lifts your dress. His mouth salivates at the sight of your core, pretty and perfect for him. 

“You’ve been carrying everything,” he murmurs. “Let me take care of you.” 

He licks so softly at first, his tongue playing with your delicate flower as he savors your taste. He moans as your body arches on the cushions slightly, your fingers finding his hair and whispering his name so sweet and broken, it almost undoes him. 

He’s desperate, groaning into you softly as his tongue laps your juices and drips down his chin. You are the best thing he’s ever tasted, and he can never get enough of the way you squirm at his touch, your thighs trembling as he delves his tongue into you deeper. You lower the straps of your dress and reveal your breasts, pinching your nipples the way that he likes. You’re driving him insane.

“Gyu,” you rasp desperately. “I need you.” 

“You want me, baby?” He cooes, his tongue flattening against your clit. “Is this what you want?”

 “I-I need you,” you breathe heavily. “I’m gonna.. I’m gonna…”

You come with a breathless cry, hand fisted in his hair, and he holds you through every wave. He continues to lick you while your legs shake, coming down from your high beautifully and serenely like the angel you are. Once he is sure you are good, he slowly rises to his feet and gazes at you, on cloud nine. You look dazed, but your eyes are clearer—brighter—and it makes something in his chest crack open.

You reach for him wordlessly, pulling him into a hungry kiss that is mind-numbing and cathartic. You tug at his pants, pulling them down and his boxers down in one go, revealing his hardened cock already glistening with precum. 

“Are you sure?” He asks softly, lifting you off the couch. 

“Yes,” you whisper. “I want you.”

MIngyu lowers himself onto the couch, guiding you carefully to his lap as you hike your dress up higher, sinking onto him slowly. He cocks his head back as your heat swallows him inch by inch, his hands on your hips like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. 

“Fuck,” he curses. “You feel perfect.”

You move gently, your hands on his chest as you set a rhythm, your eyes peering into his soul in a way that sets him ablaze. You feel euphoric, almost forbidden, and when he feels you tighten around him, it makes him want to go harder, deeper. He picks up the pace, thrusting into you harder and pulling you into a deep kiss, the gushiness of your cunt being heard with each thrust. You moan against his mouth, matching his energy and fucking him back, tightening your hand around his throat. 

“Is this how you want it, baby?” He groans. “You want me to fuck you hard and deep until I feel you up with my cum.”

You nod fervently, clearly at a loss for words. But MIngyu will not accept that; he wants you to use your words. 

“Say it,” he grunts, slapping your ass. “Tell me you want me to fuck you hard and deep.” 

“Mingyu. YES! Damn it, please just—”

He snaps, lifting you abruptly and driving into you while he holds your legs, fixated on feeling you clench on his cock. He loves the way your face contorts into pleasure, each stroke he gives you pulling you deeper and deeper into the abyss, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He doesn’t let up, instead walking forward until your back is against the wall. Your hair is messy, you’re both sweaty, skin to skin, and to him, this is perfect.

“You’re close, baby.” his breath is shaky. “I can feel it. I know you.” 

You nod, biting your lip, and he kisses you with everything in him, relishing in your taste and everything you give him until you fall apart in his arms. He holds you through it, not stopping or letting go as his thrusts are becoming rigid, his impending release rippling through him like a storm. He comes with your name on his lips, holding you flush against him, breathing hard against your neck.

Mingyu feels everything at once—his love for you, his desperation to keep you, and your sadness at the relationship reaching this point. He kisses your temple, your nose, and lastly your lips, pulling out of you slowly and making sure you can stand on your own two feet. 

“I’m going to be better,” he whispers, kissing you again. “I promise.” 

You don’t say anything right away. You just pull him into a hug and hold him close. He feels the way your body relaxes and your heart slows against him, and he lets out a deep breath, full of relief. 

Maybe, just maybe, you might start to trust him again.

AN2: What did we think about part 2? I am so invested in these two and all of the events that are going to follow after :)

Part 3 will be coming soon! I have a project that is coming up that is due at the end of August so this series will not be updated as quickly this time :( but I will be working on it in between <3

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[straylightdream]

beg for you

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kim mingyu x afb.reader x jeon wonwoo

“Hello my dear roommate. How are you?” He literally doesn’t even give you a second to answer. “Now, what do you think about being tied to the bed?” He’s calmed down, maybe a little, but not much.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, smut with a little plot, mutual pining, roommates to lovers

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.4k

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cussing

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex and protected sex (mc is on birth control), soft dom wonwoo and mingyu, wonwoo is in charge even while the mc is with mingyu, voyerism, readers hands are bound, begging, cock drunk reader, use of lube, big dick wonwoo and even bigger dick mingyu, pussy streching, multiple positions, oral (female rec), hand job, fingering, pussy whipped mingyu, p in v intercourse, threesome, breast worship, nipple play, nicknames: Princess, good girl, baby (hers) baby (wonwoo)

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw

an: thank you @supi-wupi for beta reading and @flowerwonu and @aeristudios for listening and fully helping me figure this story out.

🎧: bed chem - sabrina carpenter | tonight - pinkpantheress | beg for you - charli xcx (feat: rina sawayama)

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

Sitting at the kitchen table in the little nook by the window, you scroll through your phone aimlessly. Wonwoo is sitting across from you working on his laptop and enjoying his favorite morning beverage, an americano.

Mingyu is nowhere to be seen. You assume your other roommate took an early morning trip to the gym. He and Seungcheol often like meeting to work out.

The front door opens and sure enough, in walks Mingyu. He’s dressed in those godforsaken sweatpants he’s been wearing too often. The whole time you have lived with the two boys you have tried your hardest not to catch feelings for either of the boys. You thought you were doing a good job. Wonwoo and you were best friends and you knew you worked well as friends. Mingyu on the other hand was more of a problem. In recent months he and his wonderful grey sweatpants have been hunting your horny dream. This man is a giant and you can’t help but imagine, every part of him is huge. The issue is, his sweatpants do nothing to hide how big he is down below. Closing your eyes you tried to push away your indecent thoughts.

Mingyu walks over to the table almost frantically. He says your name, and you glance up at him.

“Opinions on being tied to the bed?” You almost choke on your coffee. Mingyu decided to ask you this very blunt question out of nowhere. Wonwoo lets out a laugh looking up from his laptop. In the whole two years you have lived together you and Mingyu haven’t really spoken about your sex lives. Sure you and Wonwoo have talked about things of this nature. But Mingyu has always liked to keep this part of his life private. The whole time you have lived together he only brought one girl home, and oh god was she loud. Luckily your bedroom is near the kitchen. Wonwoo has the unfortunate luck of sharing a bedroom wall with Mingyu. This girl was so loud Wonwoo’s noise canceling headphones didn’t even help. About an hour into Mingyu's little sexual encounter, Wonwoo came to your room to sleep in an attempt to escape the noise.

“Maybe, hello how are you? Or even I have a wild question I would like to ask?” Setting your coffee down on the table.

“Hello my dear roommate. How are you?” He literally doesn’t even give you a second to answer. “Now, what do you think about being tied to the bed?” He’s calmed down, maybe a little, but not much.

“Like during sex?” Wonwoo lets out a snicker at your question.

“Obviously during sex.” Mingyu responses.

“Gyu why are you being weird?” Wonwoo closes his laptop.

“Cheol said I’m vanilla.” Bingo we have a winner. Of course this conversation is all because of Seungcheol. Seungcheol and his goddamn big mouth once again is causing chaos in your life. This is the same man that once had you jump into a pool naked to prove a point.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re asking our sweet roommate about being tied to a bed.”

“Cheol said girls normally like it when a man takes control.” Well it seems like Seungcheol has frazzled Mingyu, and now he’s a rambling mess. Next time you see Seungcheol you’re definitely going to yell at him. “He was telling me all about his girl he had sex with and tied to his bed. According to him she was crying and begging him to go harder.”

“Why are you listening to Cheol?” Wonwoo knows all too well that Seungcheol knows how to run his mouth.

“I don’t know.” He sighs, pulling out the chair and sitting down between you and Wonwoo.

“Have you ever had a girl complain?” Wonwoo has fully stepped into the conversation. You’re left silent, still in shock this conversation is even happening.

“No.” He sounds defeated.

“Dude, not all girls like to be dominated.” Wonwoo responds.

“Are you dominant in bed?”

Wonwoo sighs and leans back. “I wouldn’t say I’m a hard dom or anything like that. But I’m in charge in bed.” You definitely didn’t expect your breakfast conversation to consist of learning more about Wonwoo’s sex life.

“What about you? Do you want to be dominated?” Mingyu turns his attention back to you.

“I don’t want to be fully dominated or anything like that, but—“ You pause, you aren’t exactly sure how much of your sex life you want to share. “I like when whoever I’m with is in control.”

“Is our sweet girl a pillow princess?” Wonwoo is wearing a wicked grin. His words do something to you.

“I’m not a full blown pillow princess, but I like when a man is in control.”

The room feels suffocatingly small suddenly. You can feel Mingyu’s eyes burning into you. Your eyes haven’t left Wonwoo’s. Even behind his glasses you can feel him almost undressing you with his eyes.

“Maybe _____ can let you test out being in charge?” Wonwoo speaks, finally breaking the screaming loud silence.

“Wonwoo?” You say his name not even sure what you want to say. This whole situation feels crazy.

“What?” He tilts his head giving you a smirk.

Glancing over at Mingyu you see him blushing. It’s clear he definitely didn’t see the conversation going this way.

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How on earth did you end up in this situation?

Sitting on Mingyu bed you’re a mix of emotions. On one hand you’re excited and turned on at just the thought of being with Mingyu, on the other you’re nervous. You’ve never been in a situation like this before.

“Are you going to tie me to the bed?” You look over at Wonwoo.

Wonwoo rolls his eyes and leans back against the wall. “I don't know if Gyu is ready for that. Maybe we stick with tying your hands in front of you.” Wonwoo fidgets with the pink tie that he took from Mingyu’s dresser.

“How do you know I’m not ready for it?” Mingyu pouts.

“Do you really want to tie her to the bed until she’s begging to touch you?”

Honestly the idea of Mingyu doing that definitely turns you on. Looking over at Wonwoo he gives you a smile. Something about the way he’s looking at you lets you know he knows what you’re thinking.

“I don’t know.”

“Gyu, let's start with laying her on her back and you can eat her out until she cries. Or I can hold her hands above her head.” You’re suddenly very aware that Wonwoo plans on staying in the room while you and Mingyu have sex.

“Are you staying?” It’s going to eat you alive if you don’t ask him.

“I can if you want me to.” Wonwoo steps closer to you. God do you want him to stay. If you’re going to get the chance to be with Mingyu for at least one night you want to have your cake and eat it too. This might be the close you get to being with Wonwoo.

“Please.”

“So polite.” He gives you a wicked grin. His hand pinches your chin tilting your head up.

“What is the game plan, Gyu?” Wonwoo teases.

“I think we should kiss before I dive straight into eating you out.”

Mingyu steps closer to you. He grabs your hand helping you stand up. Looking up at your very tall roommate butterflies flutter around your stomach. God Mingyu is beautiful. Reaching out, his hand rests on your cheek. Without even thinking you blurt out, “god you’re pretty.” Mingyu gives you a crooked smile while you hear Wonwoo let out a laugh behind you.

Leaning forward he rests his nose against yours. Your lips are so close you can almost taste his mango lip balm he loves to wear. “Are you sure you want to do this?” His hand is resting on your hip.

“Please just kiss me.” That’s all you have to say. His lips touch yours and those butterflies in your stomach go crazy. Reaching out you tangle your fingers in his shirt pulling him closer to you. He slides his tongue across your bottom lips. Parting your lips he slides his tongue against yours. It turns out Mingyu isn’t just hot, he’s also an incredible kisser. His hand that is on your hip slides down to your butt. He grabs a handful of your fleshy butt cheek pulling you closer to him. His straining erecting is causing a tent in his jeans.

Moaning into his mouth causes him to grip your butt again. “Fuck—“ he moans against your lips.

Pulling always you’re practically out of breath. Looking past Mingyu you see Wonwoo sitting on the edge of the bed intently watching you two. Your eyes lock and he gives you a smile. “Princess, did you like that?” Wonwoo asked.

“Yes.”

“Why don’t you strip off your clothes and lay on the bed for Gyu?” You’re being reminded that Wonwoo said he likes to be in charge.

Looking up at Mingyu he looks at you with lust blown eyes. He puts his hand under your chin. “Can you listen to Wonwoo?” This is a weird dynamic you weren’t necessarily prepared for.

Stripping off your clothes you stand there feeling extremely exposed. Wonwoo stands up and walks towards you. You must look like a deer caught in headlights standing naked in front of them while they’re both fully dressed. He stops in front of you.

“Why do you look scared?” He asked.

“It feels weird being the only one naked.”

“Did you want me to take some clothes off?” He pushes hair away from your face.

“Can you two at least strip down to your boxers?”

“Gyu, get naked for her.” Wonwoo steps back and strips off his own clothes until he’s left in just his boxer-briefs. You’ve seen Wonwoo walk around in his underwear before, and you always try your hardest not to stare, but now you feel like you can fully enjoy the sight of his beautiful body.

The sound of Mingyu’s belt hitting the floor captures your attention. Your eyes lock on Mingyu as he strips off all his clothes. He’s left standing in front of you fully naked. His golden skin is fully on display. His whole body is. Work of art between his abs and his very large cock.

“Pretty girl, lay on the bed for Mingyu.”

Laying down in the middle of the bed, Mingyu’s eyes stay locked on your. Wonwoo moves so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard. “Hands above your head princess.” You don’t think twice, you just listen to Wonwoo. “Can I hold your hands together while Mingyu takes care of you?”

“Yes.”

With Wonwoo’s large hands he’s able to grip both of your wrists with ease.

“Gyu, dive on in—“

The sight of Mingyu's head between your legs isn’t something you ever thought you would see. Not only is your roommate absolutely beautiful, but holy hell is he good with his mouth. Desperately you want to tangle your fingers in his hair, holding him against your wet core.

Looking up you tug on your hands that are being restrained by Wonwoo. He’s looking down at you with a look you can’t quite decipher.

“Be a good girl.” He practically scolds you.

“Mingyu—“ without thinking you push your pelvis up towards his face.

“Someone is a needy girl. Maybe you aren’t a pillow princess.” It’s clear Wonwoo is a menace in bed.

Mingyu sucks on your clit, pumping two fingers in and out of you. “Wonu—“ Your brain feels fuzzy having Wonwoo speak to you while Mingyu is pleasuring you.

“Are you close, baby?” Wonwoo pinches your chin again.

“Please—“

Lifting his face from your pussy Mingyu gives you a smile still rubbing your g spot with his thick fingers. “Cum for me.”

The white hot wave of your orgasm crashes over you. Every nerve in your body tingles as your walls convulse around Mingyu’s fingers.

“So good.” Wonwoo’s deep voice pulls you away from your high. He releases your hands. Slowly bring them down to your stomach.

Mingyu pulls away from you. Sitting on his knees he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes stay locked on yours. Your chest slowly rises and falls. How the hell is this whole situation even real?

“Did you want to stop?” Mingyu asked.

“God no.” You’re practically out of breath. Your chest is rising and falling quickly. The idea of stopping and you not being able to feel him stretching you open with his huge cock makes you want to cry.

“Give Wonwoo your hands again.”

Silently you stare at him with wide eyes. It’s so strange seeing Mingyu take full control. He’s always been so gentle with you as a friend. Wonwoo is still sitting next to you. He’s rubbing your arm helping to keep you calm.

“Can you keep being a good girl?” Wonwoo asked, capturing your full attention.

“Yes-“ your voice is meek.

“Mingyu grab a condom and some lube. She’s wet, but you’re too big for her.“ Your eyes immediately go down to Mingyu’s very large appendage. Wonwoo isn’t wrong, you’re wet but Mingyu is so big he might split you open without some extra help.

Mingyu hops off the bed and goes over to his night stand.

Wonwoo rests his hand on your cheek. He drags his thumb slowly across your bottom lip “Can I tie your wrist up with this tie?” He grabs the pink tie off the bed.

Silently you nod.

“Use your words, Princess.”

“Yes.”

Mingyu walks up to the foot of the bed and watches and Wonwoo gently wraps the pink tie around your wrist. He can’t help but smile watching how Wonwoo is so gentle with you even as he’s tying you up.

Wonwoo leans down with his face close to yours. Almost as if he’s trying to have an intimate moment without Mingyu involved. “Princess?”

“Yes.” You whisper. Your lips are so close to his.

“Are you good?

��Yes—“

“Do you know any other words other than just yes?” He teases you by rubbing his nose against yours.

“Wonwoo—“

“Yes?”

“Are you allowed to kiss me?”

He stills for a moment, looking over at Mingyu he finds his best friend standing there fully naked with a smile on his face. “Wonwoo, just give her what she wants.”

Without saying a word Wonwoo leans in, pressing his lips to yours. Kissing Wonwoo feels familiar. Maybe it’s because you’ve longed to know what it would be like to kiss him. Every part of your body reacts to the way his lips feel against yours. He’s still holding your hands above your head. His tongue runs along your bottom lip. Parting your lips, you slide your tongue against his, deepening the kiss.

Wonwoo pulls away and lets out a little chuckle. “You’re so good to us.” He moves back to sitting next to you holding your wrist.

Mingyu crawls back onto the bed. “Put your feet on the bed and spread your legs princess.”

Mingyu sits on his knees between your spread legs. Grabbing the lube he pops the cap open, pouring some on your already wet core and helps massage you open, before he coats his own length. Taking his length in his hand he runs it through your folds a few times before he prods the blush colored tip against your entrance.

“Princess, it might hurt a little. If you need me to stop, just say so.” Mingyu says.

“Okay.”

Glancing up at Wonwoo he gives you that same gentle smile. “You got this princess.”

Looking down at Mingyu he rubs your thigh helping you relax. Ever so slowly he pushes into you. The stretching feeling isn’t like anything you have ever experienced before. Squeezing your eyes closed, you try to focus on Wonwoo’s hand that is on your arm, and Mingyu’s hand rubbing your thigh. Once Mingyu bottoms out there is a moment where you wonder if this will actually feel good. The stretching feeling isn’t something you have experienced before.

Your eyes slowly flutter open and Wonwoo is there intently watching you. Mingyu doesn’t move any. He’s rubbing your thigh letting you adjust.

“Pretty girl, can you look at me?” You look down at Mingyu to find him giving you a smile. “How are you feeling?”

“So full.” You hate how whiny you sound.

“You’re doing so good. Tell me when I can move, Princess.”

“Can you go slow?” The only chance you have to fully enjoy this, is if Mingyu goes slow and lets you adjust properly to his size.

“Of course.”

He starts at a slow pace of almost pulling out all the way, just leaving in his tip, before pushing back in. His hand moves to your mound resting there so his thumb can toy with your clit.

The sinful moans leaving Mingyu lips are intoxicating. He picks up his pace a little. His thumb never stops playing with your sensitive bundle of nerves. Without evening thinking you tug on your wrist. Not being able to touch either boy is driving you insane.

“Ugh—“ you whine.

“Baby do your wrists hurt?” There Wonwoo goes calling you baby again. If your brain could fully process what is happening you might start overthinking his newest pet name for you.

“Fuck—“ you’ve never been this vocal in bed. Mingyu is pulling noises out of you’ve never heard before.

“Mingyu, she can’t even think straight.” Wonwoo teases.

“She’s so fucking tight.” He groans.

“Keep making her feel good.” Wonwoo gently rubs your arms helping to ground you.

Your eyes stayed locked on Mingyu watching the way he only focused on you. The coil in your stomach is threatening to snap. The stretching feeling has dissipated to pure pleasure. The tension in your body is almost too much to bare. Suddenly a white hot fire takes you over.

Squeezing your eyes, you bite your bottom lips trying to hold back all the whiny noises trying to pass your lips. Without even thinking you moan the wrong boy's name. “Wonwoo—“ it’s a broken cry for the man holding your wrist.

Instantly Mingyu laughs at the situation. Wonwoo’s eyes are locked on you. He can’t believe what’s unfolding. Mingyu stills for a moment.

“I feel like I should be offended if you're moaning Wonwoo’s name, when I’m the one who made you cum.” Your eyes snap open and it feels like an ice cold bucket of water has been dumped on you. Your face burns with embarrassment.

“Oh my god.” You tug on your wrist. “Mingyu—“

“Hey, princess stop freaking out. It’s fine. My feelings aren’t hurt.” Mingyu stops playing with your clit. His large hand rubs your thigh helping you calm down.

Wonwoo’s eyes haven’t left you. He releases your wrist and just stares at you for a long moment.

“Wonwoo, why don’t you untie her and let her touch you.” Mingyu’s voice has a calming effect on both of you.

“What do you mean?” You speak up.

“I’m saying I’m going to keep fucking you. And you’re going to come again. But now you can play with Wonwoo. You can try and make him come.”

Wonwoo releases your hands and unties your wrist. Pulling your wrist down you look up at Wonwoo and see him smiling. He grabs your wrist and gently massages them. “Baby are you okay?”

“Yeah—“

“Can you come again?” Mingyu asked, grabbing your attention.

“Yes.” Mingyu moves so he’s hovering over you. He pressed his lips to yours for a heated kiss. Without even thinking you tangled your fingers in his hair holding him close to you.

“Such a good girl.” Mingyu whispers against your lips. Mingyu pulls back sitting on his knees.

“Princess, have fun with Wonwoo.” Without giving you a moment to process his words Mingyu thrust into you slowly.

Turning your head you look at Wonwoo who is still sitting right next to you. Reaching out you touch his thigh. He’s like the forbidden fruit you’re finally able to taste. Your hand grips his thigh desperately wanting to hold him close.

Mingyu’s pace is faster than before. A string of moans and whimpers passing your lips.

“ugh—“ he’s hitting a spot deep inside you that makes you feel as if you're unable to speak.

Wonwoo rests his hand on your cheek, turning your face to him. “You’re so pretty. Especially like this. Mingyu has you so fucked out you can barely think.”

“She’s so good for us.” Mingyu responds.

“Mingyu, can we change positions?” Wonwoo wants you to be able to fully touch him, and this position isn’t helping.

Mingyu immediately stops moving. “How do you want her?”

“Let’s have her ride you while she’s facing me.”

“You heard him princess.” Mingyu taps your thigh.

“Wonwoo?”

“Yes baby?” He drags your thumb along your bottom lip.

“Can you strip naked?”

Without saying a word Wonwoo gets off the bed and takes off his boxers. The sight of his erection hitting his stomach is mouth watering. How on earth do you go back to living normally with both these men after this. You’ve been crushing hard before this but now you’re pretty sure you’re going to fall in love.

Mingyu is quick to practically manhandle you into the position Wonwoo requested. Mingyu is sitting with his back against a few pillows. You’re sitting on your knees with Mingyu snug inside you. Wonwoo is sitting on his knees in front of you. Leaning forward he presses his lips to yours for a simple kiss. “Touch me however you want .” He whispers against your lips. “Be a good girl and ride Mingyu.”

Lifting your hips you sink back down on his length. At this angle he’s hitting deeper inside than before. Reaching forward you run your hands along the dips and ridges of Wonwoo’s abs. His eyes stay locked on you intently watching you.

Mingyu can’t keep his lips to himself. He’s leaving a wet trail of kisses up the side of your neck. His hands grope your breast toying with your nipples. Rolling your head back against Mingyu's shoulder.

“Gyu—“ his name is nothing but a broken moan.

“So good—“ he moans against your ear.

Reaching out your hand you desperately want to feel Wonwoo. He must understand what you want. He laces his finger with yours. Without saying anything he princes his lips to the top of your hand for a gentle kiss.

“Gyu, play with her clit.”

Mingyu dips one of his hands between your legs. The moment his fingers find your clit you can’t help but whimper. Another orgasm is on the brink of breaking. With little effort Mingyu already knows how to play your body like a violin. He knows how to make you fall apart with little effort.

“Can you come for me sweetheart?” His voice is raspy against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

Squeezing Wonwoo’s hand you’re hit with another crashing high. This one hits harder than the others. You’ve never had this many orgasms in one night. Falling forward into Wonwoo you can’t think about anything. Your mind feels like mush. Every nerve in your body feels like a live wire. Wonwoo holds on to you, not letting you fall.

“Fuck—“ Mingyu groans lifting his hips. He falls apart with you.

Holding you flush against his thighs you both ride out your highs. He leaves a trail of gentle kisses across the top of your shoulder.

“You were so good.” Mingyu whispers barely loud enough for Wonwoo to hear.

You’ve never felt this fucked out and dazed in your life. Your eyes feel too heavy to open.

Slowly pulling you back against him, Mingyu lays his large hand across your stomach. Wonwoo hasn’t let go of your hand. Your head is leaning back on Mingyu's shoulder.

“Gyu I don’t think you’re very vanilla like Cheol said.” Wonwoo says squeezing your hand. “You might have broken our girl.”

“Princess, can you sit up?” Mingyu asked, slowly rubbing your side.

“Yeah.” Your legs feel like jello as you move off of Mingyu. Lifting your hips he slides out of you. Instantly you feel empty. Wonwoo helps you crawl onto the bed.

Taking your hand Wonwoo helps you stand up. Mingyu crawls off the bed. He pats Wonwoo’s back before he starts getting dressed. “Wonwoo take care of our girl.”

“I need to get cleaned up and I think you two need some alone time.” Mingyu can tell that after that whole experience you and Wonwoo have something you should probably discuss.

Wonwoo takes your hand leading you out of Mingyu’s room. Neither of you say anything as he takes you to the bathroom by his room. Walking in he immediately turns on the shower. He stands closer to you. He pushes your hair away from your face. You probably look like a complete mess. He sets glasses down on the bathroom counter. He leaned in close and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You did good, baby.”

“Wonwoo—“ Your body is sore, but you crave being close to Wonwoo.

“Yeah?” He lingers close to you.

“Can I take care of you after the shower?”

“If you have the strength you can.” He gives you a smile.

Standing under the hot water Wonwoo massages your vanilla scented shampoo into your hair. The hot water helps relax your sore body.

“It’s safe to say Mingyu isn’t vanilla like Cheol said.”

“He’s bossy,” you pout leaning back against him.

“Did you like it?”

“I like everything that happened.” That whole scenario that took place in Mingyu’s room was incredible, and doesn’t feel real.

“Would you do it again?” He can’t lie, the idea of sharing you again with Mingyu is exciting. Him and Mingyu are close but he’s never had a threesome with him before. After what he just witnessed he would do it again in a heartbeat. He discovered that he and Mingyu make a great team.

“Yes—“

“I enjoyed that.” He runs his hand up and down your side slowly.

“If it happened again, could you be more involved?” He would do anything to be more involved next time.

“Absolutely. It might seem like Mingyu and I were in charge in there, but you have the full say in what you want.”

��Wonwoo?” You step away from him, stepping further under the warm water.

“Yes baby?” Running your fingers through your hair you rinse the shampoo from your hair.

“I like you.” You’ve liked him for so long, there isn’t any reason why you shouldn’t confess that to him now.

“I like you too, like a lot.” Looking over your shoulder you find him giving you a smile.

“Is it bad that I like Mingyu too?” Unfortunately you don’t just have feelings for Wonwoo, Mingyu has a piece of your heart as well.

“That’s not a bad thing. I can share.” He knew before he suggested you and Mingyu hooked up, that both him and his best friend had feelings for you. He had a feeling you returned their feelings but he wasn’t fully sure.

“Let me put some conditioner in your hair.”

The moment you’re out of the shower, Wonwoo helps you dry off before he drags you off to his room.

“Can you lay on the bed for me?” You ask, poking his chest.

“What do you want to do?” He steps towards his bed.

“I want to ride you.”

Wonwoo isn’t one to tell you no. Crawling onto his bed he lays down in the middle of his white bedspread. Crawling onto his bed you sit on his thighs. You take your time dragging your finger across the dips and peak of his abs. You could spend hours exploring every inch of his body.

His large cock twitches as you run your fingers along the veins that lead towards his cock.

“I’ve always wanted to touch you like this.” You whisper. Slowly you start pumping his hardening length.

“Just give me a minute and I’ll be ready.” He doesn’t want a hand job. He wants to know what it’s like to feel you, just like Mingyu did.

He groans softly as you focus on his blush colored tip. He’s larger than average and thick, but not as massive as Mingyu. He's much more manageable for you. Maybe next time you can take your time blowing him.

“Baby I want to feel you.”

“As you wish.” You lift your hips hovering over his straining length.

“Do we need a condom?” Wonwoo asked.

“I’m clean and I trust you. I trust Mingyu too. Maybe next time he can go bare too.”

“I want to feel you bare.”

Slowly you sink down on his length. He might not be as big as Mingyu, but he’s still stretching you out. Resting your hands on his chest, you keep a slow pace lifting your hips until only his tip is left inside before slowly sinking back down. Wonwoo cock curves up slightly so he’s brushing the spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

His large hands grip your soft hips helping you move.

Wonwoo pushes himself up with his hands. He wants to be able to kiss you as you ride him.

The kiss is sloppy, filled with tongue, and echoing moans into each other's mouths.

“Wonwoo—“ you can’t focus on anything other than your rapidly approaching orgasm. Your core is sensitive and if he touches your overstimulated clit you might cry.

“Baby—“ he moans against your lips.

The moment you’re hit with your fourth orgasm of the night you try your hardest to keep moving your hips. Wonwoo grips your hips helping you move. He’s not far behind you, holding you flush against his thighs as he finally finds his own release. He fills you to the brim painting your walls white with his milky release.

The world is at a stand still and the only thing that matters is the way Wonwoo is looking at you. Lifting your shaky hands you push your fingers through his dark hair.

“I like that you call me baby.” You give him a small smile.

“I’ve wanted to call you that for a while.”

Leaning forward you press your lips to his for another kiss.

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Opening Wonwoo’s bedroom door, Mingyu is quite pleased at the sight in front of him. He finds you and Wonwoo both clearly naked curled up together asleep. Mingyu knew long before he kissed you for the first time, that you and Wonwoo were meant to be. Mingyu has had his own crush on you for a while, but he always had a feeling you and Wonwoo would end up together. He’s realizing now that maybe both him and Wonwoo could both have you.

Mingyu pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of you and Wonwoo curled up. The sight of his two best friends like this makes him so happy.

Your eyes pop open and you see Mingyu standing there smiling. “Mingyu, what are you doing?” You say before yawning.

“Just taking a picture of you two love birds.”

“What is happening?” Wonwoo says, sounding as if he’s still asleep.

“Mingyu took a photo of us.” You pull away from Wonwoo slightly.

“Can you blame me, you guys are cute.” He leans further against the doorframe.

“Mingyu isn’t this weird?” You can’t help but ask.

“No, not at all. Wonwoo and I are good at sharing, princess. Even if you’re his girlfriend, we can still share.” Being called Wonwoo’s girlfriend is new.

Wonwoo lets out a laugh pulling your naked body closer to him. “He's right we can be good at sharing.”

“What?”

“Don’t overthink it baby.” Wonwoo presses an open mouth kiss to your bare shoulder.

“Am I your girlfriend?”

“___ you’re definitely Wonwoo's girlfriend.” Mingyu immediately responded.

“This is the weirdest night of my life.” There is no way you could ever explain this night to anyone.

“I guess I should thank Cheol.” Mingyu said. Who knew Seungcheol teasing would lead to all this.

“I don’t know if I want to hit him or thank him.”

Seungcheol and his big mouth might be the reason Wonwoo is now your boyfriend, and the reason Mingyu is somehow a part of your relationship.

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beg for you

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kim mingyu x afb.reader x jeon wonwoo

“Hello my dear roommate. How are you?” He literally doesn’t even give you a second to answer. “Now, what do you think about being tied to the bed?” He’s calmed down, maybe a little, but not much.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, smut with a little plot, mutual pining, roommates to lovers

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.4k

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cussing

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex and protected sex (mc is on birth control), soft dom wonwoo and mingyu, wonwoo is in charge even while the mc is with mingyu, voyerism, readers hands are bound, begging, cock drunk reader, use of lube, big dick wonwoo and even bigger dick mingyu, pussy streching, multiple positions, oral (female rec), hand job, fingering, pussy whipped mingyu, p in v intercourse, threesome, breast worship, nipple play, nicknames: Princess, good girl, baby (hers) baby (wonwoo)

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw

an: thank you @supi-wupi for beta reading and @flowerwonu and @aeristudios for listening and fully helping me figure this story out.

🎧: bed chem - sabrina carpenter | tonight - pinkpantheress | beg for you - charli xcx (feat: rina sawayama)

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

Sitting at the kitchen table in the little nook by the window, you scroll through your phone aimlessly. Wonwoo is sitting across from you working on his laptop and enjoying his favorite morning beverage, an americano.

Mingyu is nowhere to be seen. You assume your other roommate took an early morning trip to the gym. He and Seungcheol often like meeting to work out.

The front door opens and sure enough, in walks Mingyu. He’s dressed in those godforsaken sweatpants he’s been wearing too often. The whole time you have lived with the two boys you have tried your hardest not to catch feelings for either of the boys. You thought you were doing a good job. Wonwoo and you were best friends and you knew you worked well as friends. Mingyu on the other hand was more of a problem. In recent months he and his wonderful grey sweatpants have been hunting your horny dream. This man is a giant and you can’t help but imagine, every part of him is huge. The issue is, his sweatpants do nothing to hide how big he is down below. Closing your eyes you tried to push away your indecent thoughts.

Mingyu walks over to the table almost frantically. He says your name, and you glance up at him.

“Opinions on being tied to the bed?” You almost choke on your coffee. Mingyu decided to ask you this very blunt question out of nowhere. Wonwoo lets out a laugh looking up from his laptop. In the whole two years you have lived together you and Mingyu haven’t really spoken about your sex lives. Sure you and Wonwoo have talked about things of this nature. But Mingyu has always liked to keep this part of his life private. The whole time you have lived together he only brought one girl home, and oh god was she loud. Luckily your bedroom is near the kitchen. Wonwoo has the unfortunate luck of sharing a bedroom wall with Mingyu. This girl was so loud Wonwoo’s noise canceling headphones didn’t even help. About an hour into Mingyu's little sexual encounter, Wonwoo came to your room to sleep in an attempt to escape the noise.

“Maybe, hello how are you? Or even I have a wild question I would like to ask?” Setting your coffee down on the table.

“Hello my dear roommate. How are you?” He literally doesn’t even give you a second to answer. “Now, what do you think about being tied to the bed?” He’s calmed down, maybe a little, but not much.

“Like during sex?” Wonwoo lets out a snicker at your question.

“Obviously during sex.” Mingyu responses.

“Gyu why are you being weird?” Wonwoo closes his laptop.

“Cheol said I’m vanilla.” Bingo we have a winner. Of course this conversation is all because of Seungcheol. Seungcheol and his goddamn big mouth once again is causing chaos in your life. This is the same man that once had you jump into a pool naked to prove a point.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re asking our sweet roommate about being tied to a bed.”

“Cheol said girls normally like it when a man takes control.” Well it seems like Seungcheol has frazzled Mingyu, and now he’s a rambling mess. Next time you see Seungcheol you’re definitely going to yell at him. “He was telling me all about his girl he had sex with and tied to his bed. According to him she was crying and begging him to go harder.”

“Why are you listening to Cheol?” Wonwoo knows all too well that Seungcheol knows how to run his mouth.

“I don’t know.” He sighs, pulling out the chair and sitting down between you and Wonwoo.

“Have you ever had a girl complain?” Wonwoo has fully stepped into the conversation. You’re left silent, still in shock this conversation is even happening.

“No.” He sounds defeated.

“Dude, not all girls like to be dominated.” Wonwoo responds.

“Are you dominant in bed?”

Wonwoo sighs and leans back. “I wouldn’t say I’m a hard dom or anything like that. But I’m in charge in bed.” You definitely didn’t expect your breakfast conversation to consist of learning more about Wonwoo’s sex life.

“What about you? Do you want to be dominated?” Mingyu turns his attention back to you.

“I don’t want to be fully dominated or anything like that, but—“ You pause, you aren’t exactly sure how much of your sex life you want to share. “I like when whoever I’m with is in control.”

“Is our sweet girl a pillow princess?” Wonwoo is wearing a wicked grin. His words do something to you.

“I’m not a full blown pillow princess, but I like when a man is in control.”

The room feels suffocatingly small suddenly. You can feel Mingyu’s eyes burning into you. Your eyes haven’t left Wonwoo’s. Even behind his glasses you can feel him almost undressing you with his eyes.

“Maybe _____ can let you test out being in charge?” Wonwoo speaks, finally breaking the screaming loud silence.

“Wonwoo?” You say his name not even sure what you want to say. This whole situation feels crazy.

“What?” He tilts his head giving you a smirk.

Glancing over at Mingyu you see him blushing. It’s clear he definitely didn’t see the conversation going this way.

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How on earth did you end up in this situation?

Sitting on Mingyu bed you’re a mix of emotions. On one hand you’re excited and turned on at just the thought of being with Mingyu, on the other you’re nervous. You’ve never been in a situation like this before.

“Are you going to tie me to the bed?” You look over at Wonwoo.

Wonwoo rolls his eyes and leans back against the wall. “I don't know if Gyu is ready for that. Maybe we stick with tying your hands in front of you.” Wonwoo fidgets with the pink tie that he took from Mingyu’s dresser.

“How do you know I’m not ready for it?” Mingyu pouts.

“Do you really want to tie her to the bed until she’s begging to touch you?”

Honestly the idea of Mingyu doing that definitely turns you on. Looking over at Wonwoo he gives you a smile. Something about the way he’s looking at you lets you know he knows what you’re thinking.

“I don’t know.”

“Gyu, let's start with laying her on her back and you can eat her out until she cries. Or I can hold her hands above her head.” You’re suddenly very aware that Wonwoo plans on staying in the room while you and Mingyu have sex.

“Are you staying?” It’s going to eat you alive if you don’t ask him.

“I can if you want me to.” Wonwoo steps closer to you. God do you want him to stay. If you’re going to get the chance to be with Mingyu for at least one night you want to have your cake and eat it too. This might be the close you get to being with Wonwoo.

“Please.”

“So polite.” He gives you a wicked grin. His hand pinches your chin tilting your head up.

“What is the game plan, Gyu?” Wonwoo teases.

“I think we should kiss before I dive straight into eating you out.”

Mingyu steps closer to you. He grabs your hand helping you stand up. Looking up at your very tall roommate butterflies flutter around your stomach. God Mingyu is beautiful. Reaching out, his hand rests on your cheek. Without even thinking you blurt out, “god you’re pretty.” Mingyu gives you a crooked smile while you hear Wonwoo let out a laugh behind you.

Leaning forward he rests his nose against yours. Your lips are so close you can almost taste his mango lip balm he loves to wear. “Are you sure you want to do this?” His hand is resting on your hip.

“Please just kiss me.” That’s all you have to say. His lips touch yours and those butterflies in your stomach go crazy. Reaching out you tangle your fingers in his shirt pulling him closer to you. He slides his tongue across your bottom lips. Parting your lips he slides his tongue against yours. It turns out Mingyu isn’t just hot, he’s also an incredible kisser. His hand that is on your hip slides down to your butt. He grabs a handful of your fleshy butt cheek pulling you closer to him. His straining erecting is causing a tent in his jeans.

Moaning into his mouth causes him to grip your butt again. “Fuck—“ he moans against your lips.

Pulling always you’re practically out of breath. Looking past Mingyu you see Wonwoo sitting on the edge of the bed intently watching you two. Your eyes lock and he gives you a smile. “Princess, did you like that?” Wonwoo asked.

“Yes.”

“Why don’t you strip off your clothes and lay on the bed for Gyu?” You’re being reminded that Wonwoo said he likes to be in charge.

Looking up at Mingyu he looks at you with lust blown eyes. He puts his hand under your chin. “Can you listen to Wonwoo?” This is a weird dynamic you weren’t necessarily prepared for.

Stripping off your clothes you stand there feeling extremely exposed. Wonwoo stands up and walks towards you. You must look like a deer caught in headlights standing naked in front of them while they’re both fully dressed. He stops in front of you.

“Why do you look scared?” He asked.

“It feels weird being the only one naked.”

“Did you want me to take some clothes off?” He pushes hair away from your face.

“Can you two at least strip down to your boxers?”

“Gyu, get naked for her.” Wonwoo steps back and strips off his own clothes until he’s left in just his boxer-briefs. You’ve seen Wonwoo walk around in his underwear before, and you always try your hardest not to stare, but now you feel like you can fully enjoy the sight of his beautiful body.

The sound of Mingyu’s belt hitting the floor captures your attention. Your eyes lock on Mingyu as he strips off all his clothes. He’s left standing in front of you fully naked. His golden skin is fully on display. His whole body is. Work of art between his abs and his very large cock.

“Pretty girl, lay on the bed for Mingyu.”

Laying down in the middle of the bed, Mingyu’s eyes stay locked on your. Wonwoo moves so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard. “Hands above your head princess.” You don’t think twice, you just listen to Wonwoo. “Can I hold your hands together while Mingyu takes care of you?”

“Yes.”

With Wonwoo’s large hands he’s able to grip both of your wrists with ease.

“Gyu, dive on in—“

The sight of Mingyu's head between your legs isn’t something you ever thought you would see. Not only is your roommate absolutely beautiful, but holy hell is he good with his mouth. Desperately you want to tangle your fingers in his hair, holding him against your wet core.

Looking up you tug on your hands that are being restrained by Wonwoo. He’s looking down at you with a look you can’t quite decipher.

“Be a good girl.” He practically scolds you.

“Mingyu—“ without thinking you push your pelvis up towards his face.

“Someone is a needy girl. Maybe you aren’t a pillow princess.” It’s clear Wonwoo is a menace in bed.

Mingyu sucks on your clit, pumping two fingers in and out of you. “Wonu—“ Your brain feels fuzzy having Wonwoo speak to you while Mingyu is pleasuring you.

“Are you close, baby?” Wonwoo pinches your chin again.

“Please—“

Lifting his face from your pussy Mingyu gives you a smile still rubbing your g spot with his thick fingers. “Cum for me.”

The white hot wave of your orgasm crashes over you. Every nerve in your body tingles as your walls convulse around Mingyu’s fingers.

“So good.” Wonwoo’s deep voice pulls you away from your high. He releases your hands. Slowly bring them down to your stomach.

Mingyu pulls away from you. Sitting on his knees he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes stay locked on yours. Your chest slowly rises and falls. How the hell is this whole situation even real?

“Did you want to stop?” Mingyu asked.

“God no.” You’re practically out of breath. Your chest is rising and falling quickly. The idea of stopping and you not being able to feel him stretching you open with his huge cock makes you want to cry.

“Give Wonwoo your hands again.”

Silently you stare at him with wide eyes. It’s so strange seeing Mingyu take full control. He’s always been so gentle with you as a friend. Wonwoo is still sitting next to you. He’s rubbing your arm helping to keep you calm.

“Can you keep being a good girl?” Wonwoo asked, capturing your full attention.

“Yes-“ your voice is meek.

“Mingyu grab a condom and some lube. She’s wet, but you’re too big for her.“ Your eyes immediately go down to Mingyu’s very large appendage. Wonwoo isn’t wrong, you’re wet but Mingyu is so big he might split you open without some extra help.

Mingyu hops off the bed and goes over to his night stand.

Wonwoo rests his hand on your cheek. He drags his thumb slowly across your bottom lip “Can I tie your wrist up with this tie?” He grabs the pink tie off the bed.

Silently you nod.

“Use your words, Princess.”

“Yes.”

Mingyu walks up to the foot of the bed and watches and Wonwoo gently wraps the pink tie around your wrist. He can’t help but smile watching how Wonwoo is so gentle with you even as he’s tying you up.

Wonwoo leans down with his face close to yours. Almost as if he’s trying to have an intimate moment without Mingyu involved. “Princess?”

“Yes.” You whisper. Your lips are so close to his.

“Are you good?

“Yes—“

“Do you know any other words other than just yes?” He teases you by rubbing his nose against yours.

“Wonwoo—“

“Yes?”

“Are you allowed to kiss me?”

He stills for a moment, looking over at Mingyu he finds his best friend standing there fully naked with a smile on his face. “Wonwoo, just give her what she wants.”

Without saying a word Wonwoo leans in, pressing his lips to yours. Kissing Wonwoo feels familiar. Maybe it’s because you’ve longed to know what it would be like to kiss him. Every part of your body reacts to the way his lips feel against yours. He’s still holding your hands above your head. His tongue runs along your bottom lip. Parting your lips, you slide your tongue against his, deepening the kiss.

Wonwoo pulls away and lets out a little chuckle. “You’re so good to us.” He moves back to sitting next to you holding your wrist.

Mingyu crawls back onto the bed. “Put your feet on the bed and spread your legs princess.”

Mingyu sits on his knees between your spread legs. Grabbing the lube he pops the cap open, pouring some on your already wet core and helps massage you open, before he coats his own length. Taking his length in his hand he runs it through your folds a few times before he prods the blush colored tip against your entrance.

“Princess, it might hurt a little. If you need me to stop, just say so.” Mingyu says.

“Okay.”

Glancing up at Wonwoo he gives you that same gentle smile. “You got this princess.”

Looking down at Mingyu he rubs your thigh helping you relax. Ever so slowly he pushes into you. The stretching feeling isn’t like anything you have ever experienced before. Squeezing your eyes closed, you try to focus on Wonwoo’s hand that is on your arm, and Mingyu’s hand rubbing your thigh. Once Mingyu bottoms out there is a moment where you wonder if this will actually feel good. The stretching feeling isn’t something you have experienced before.

Your eyes slowly flutter open and Wonwoo is there intently watching you. Mingyu doesn’t move any. He’s rubbing your thigh letting you adjust.

“Pretty girl, can you look at me?” You look down at Mingyu to find him giving you a smile. “How are you feeling?”

“So full.” You hate how whiny you sound.

“You’re doing so good. Tell me when I can move, Princess.”

“Can you go slow?” The only chance you have to fully enjoy this, is if Mingyu goes slow and lets you adjust properly to his size.

“Of course.”

He starts at a slow pace of almost pulling out all the way, just leaving in his tip, before pushing back in. His hand moves to your mound resting there so his thumb can toy with your clit.

The sinful moans leaving Mingyu lips are intoxicating. He picks up his pace a little. His thumb never stops playing with your sensitive bundle of nerves. Without evening thinking you tug on your wrist. Not being able to touch either boy is driving you insane.

“Ugh—“ you whine.

“Baby do your wrists hurt?” There Wonwoo goes calling you baby again. If your brain could fully process what is happening you might start overthinking his newest pet name for you.

“Fuck—“ you’ve never been this vocal in bed. Mingyu is pulling noises out of you’ve never heard before.

“Mingyu, she can’t even think straight.” Wonwoo teases.

“She’s so fucking tight.” He groans.

“Keep making her feel good.” Wonwoo gently rubs your arms helping to ground you.

Your eyes stayed locked on Mingyu watching the way he only focused on you. The coil in your stomach is threatening to snap. The stretching feeling has dissipated to pure pleasure. The tension in your body is almost too much to bare. Suddenly a white hot fire takes you over.

Squeezing your eyes, you bite your bottom lips trying to hold back all the whiny noises trying to pass your lips. Without even thinking you moan the wrong boy's name. “Wonwoo—“ it’s a broken cry for the man holding your wrist.

Instantly Mingyu laughs at the situation. Wonwoo’s eyes are locked on you. He can’t believe what’s unfolding. Mingyu stills for a moment.

“I feel like I should be offended if you're moaning Wonwoo’s name, when I’m the one who made you cum.” Your eyes snap open and it feels like an ice cold bucket of water has been dumped on you. Your face burns with embarrassment.

“Oh my god.” You tug on your wrist. “Mingyu—“

“Hey, princess stop freaking out. It’s fine. My feelings aren’t hurt.” Mingyu stops playing with your clit. His large hand rubs your thigh helping you calm down.

Wonwoo’s eyes haven’t left you. He releases your wrist and just stares at you for a long moment.

“Wonwoo, why don’t you untie her and let her touch you.” Mingyu’s voice has a calming effect on both of you.

“What do you mean?” You speak up.

“I’m saying I’m going to keep fucking you. And you’re going to come again. But now you can play with Wonwoo. You can try and make him come.”

Wonwoo releases your hands and unties your wrist. Pulling your wrist down you look up at Wonwoo and see him smiling. He grabs your wrist and gently massages them. “Baby are you okay?”

“Yeah—“

“Can you come again?” Mingyu asked, grabbing your attention.

“Yes.” Mingyu moves so he’s hovering over you. He pressed his lips to yours for a heated kiss. Without even thinking you tangled your fingers in his hair holding him close to you.

“Such a good girl.” Mingyu whispers against your lips. Mingyu pulls back sitting on his knees.

“Princess, have fun with Wonwoo.” Without giving you a moment to process his words Mingyu thrust into you slowly.

Turning your head you look at Wonwoo who is still sitting right next to you. Reaching out you touch his thigh. He’s like the forbidden fruit you’re finally able to taste. Your hand grips his thigh desperately wanting to hold him close.

Mingyu’s pace is faster than before. A string of moans and whimpers passing your lips.

“ugh—“ he’s hitting a spot deep inside you that makes you feel as if you're unable to speak.

Wonwoo rests his hand on your cheek, turning your face to him. “You’re so pretty. Especially like this. Mingyu has you so fucked out you can barely think.”

“She’s so good for us.” Mingyu responds.

“Mingyu, can we change positions?” Wonwoo wants you to be able to fully touch him, and this position isn’t helping.

Mingyu immediately stops moving. “How do you want her?”

“Let’s have her ride you while she’s facing me.”

“You heard him princess.” Mingyu taps your thigh.

“Wonwoo?”

“Yes baby?” He drags your thumb along your bottom lip.

“Can you strip naked?”

Without saying a word Wonwoo gets off the bed and takes off his boxers. The sight of his erection hitting his stomach is mouth watering. How on earth do you go back to living normally with both these men after this. You’ve been crushing hard before this but now you’re pretty sure you’re going to fall in love.

Mingyu is quick to practically manhandle you into the position Wonwoo requested. Mingyu is sitting with his back against a few pillows. You’re sitting on your knees with Mingyu snug inside you. Wonwoo is sitting on his knees in front of you. Leaning forward he presses his lips to yours for a simple kiss. “Touch me however you want .” He whispers against your lips. “Be a good girl and ride Mingyu.”

Lifting your hips you sink back down on his length. At this angle he’s hitting deeper inside than before. Reaching forward you run your hands along the dips and ridges of Wonwoo’s abs. His eyes stay locked on you intently watching you.

Mingyu can’t keep his lips to himself. He’s leaving a wet trail of kisses up the side of your neck. His hands grope your breast toying with your nipples. Rolling your head back against Mingyu's shoulder.

“Gyu—“ his name is nothing but a broken moan.

“So good—“ he moans against your ear.

Reaching out your hand you desperately want to feel Wonwoo. He must understand what you want. He laces his finger with yours. Without saying anything he princes his lips to the top of your hand for a gentle kiss.

“Gyu, play with her clit.”

Mingyu dips one of his hands between your legs. The moment his fingers find your clit you can’t help but whimper. Another orgasm is on the brink of breaking. With little effort Mingyu already knows how to play your body like a violin. He knows how to make you fall apart with little effort.

“Can you come for me sweetheart?” His voice is raspy against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

Squeezing Wonwoo’s hand you’re hit with another crashing high. This one hits harder than the others. You’ve never had this many orgasms in one night. Falling forward into Wonwoo you can’t think about anything. Your mind feels like mush. Every nerve in your body feels like a live wire. Wonwoo holds on to you, not letting you fall.

“Fuck—“ Mingyu groans lifting his hips. He falls apart with you.

Holding you flush against his thighs you both ride out your highs. He leaves a trail of gentle kisses across the top of your shoulder.

“You were so good.” Mingyu whispers barely loud enough for Wonwoo to hear.

You’ve never felt this fucked out and dazed in your life. Your eyes feel too heavy to open.

Slowly pulling you back against him, Mingyu lays his large hand across your stomach. Wonwoo hasn’t let go of your hand. Your head is leaning back on Mingyu's shoulder.

“Gyu I don’t think you’re very vanilla like Cheol said.” Wonwoo says squeezing your hand. “You might have broken our girl.”

“Princess, can you sit up?” Mingyu asked, slowly rubbing your side.

“Yeah.” Your legs feel like jello as you move off of Mingyu. Lifting your hips he slides out of you. Instantly you feel empty. Wonwoo helps you crawl onto the bed.

Taking your hand Wonwoo helps you stand up. Mingyu crawls off the bed. He pats Wonwoo’s back before he starts getting dressed. “Wonwoo take care of our girl.”

“I need to get cleaned up and I think you two need some alone time.” Mingyu can tell that after that whole experience you and Wonwoo have something you should probably discuss.

Wonwoo takes your hand leading you out of Mingyu’s room. Neither of you say anything as he takes you to the bathroom by his room. Walking in he immediately turns on the shower. He stands closer to you. He pushes your hair away from your face. You probably look like a complete mess. He sets glasses down on the bathroom counter. He leaned in close and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You did good, baby.”

“Wonwoo—“ Your body is sore, but you crave being close to Wonwoo.

“Yeah?” He lingers close to you.

“Can I take care of you after the shower?”

“If you have the strength you can.” He gives you a smile.

Standing under the hot water Wonwoo massages your vanilla scented shampoo into your hair. The hot water helps relax your sore body.

“It’s safe to say Mingyu isn’t vanilla like Cheol said.”

“He’s bossy,” you pout leaning back against him.

“Did you like it?”

“I like everything that happened.” That whole scenario that took place in Mingyu’s room was incredible, and doesn’t feel real.

“Would you do it again?” He can’t lie, the idea of sharing you again with Mingyu is exciting. Him and Mingyu are close but he’s never had a threesome with him before. After what he just witnessed he would do it again in a heartbeat. He discovered that he and Mingyu make a great team.

“Yes—“

“I enjoyed that.” He runs his hand up and down your side slowly.

“If it happened again, could you be more involved?” He would do anything to be more involved next time.

“Absolutely. It might seem like Mingyu and I were in charge in there, but you have the full say in what you want.”

“Wonwoo?” You step away from him, stepping further under the warm water.

“Yes baby?” Running your fingers through your hair you rinse the shampoo from your hair.

“I like you.” You’ve liked him for so long, there isn’t any reason why you shouldn’t confess that to him now.

“I like you too, like a lot.” Looking over your shoulder you find him giving you a smile.

“Is it bad that I like Mingyu too?” Unfortunately you don’t just have feelings for Wonwoo, Mingyu has a piece of your heart as well.

“That’s not a bad thing. I can share.” He knew before he suggested you and Mingyu hooked up, that both him and his best friend had feelings for you. He had a feeling you returned their feelings but he wasn’t fully sure.

“Let me put some conditioner in your hair.”

The moment you’re out of the shower, Wonwoo helps you dry off before he drags you off to his room.

“Can you lay on the bed for me?” You ask, poking his chest.

“What do you want to do?” He steps towards his bed.

“I want to ride you.”

Wonwoo isn’t one to tell you no. Crawling onto his bed he lays down in the middle of his white bedspread. Crawling onto his bed you sit on his thighs. You take your time dragging your finger across the dips and peak of his abs. You could spend hours exploring every inch of his body.

His large cock twitches as you run your fingers along the veins that lead towards his cock.

“I’ve always wanted to touch you like this.” You whisper. Slowly you start pumping his hardening length.

“Just give me a minute and I’ll be ready.” He doesn’t want a hand job. He wants to know what it’s like to feel you, just like Mingyu did.

He groans softly as you focus on his blush colored tip. He’s larger than average and thick, but not as massive as Mingyu. He's much more manageable for you. Maybe next time you can take your time blowing him.

“Baby I want to feel you.”

“As you wish.” You lift your hips hovering over his straining length.

“Do we need a condom?” Wonwoo asked.

“I’m clean and I trust you. I trust Mingyu too. Maybe next time he can go bare too.”

“I want to feel you bare.”

Slowly you sink down on his length. He might not be as big as Mingyu, but he’s still stretching you out. Resting your hands on his chest, you keep a slow pace lifting your hips until only his tip is left inside before slowly sinking back down. Wonwoo cock curves up slightly so he’s brushing the spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

His large hands grip your soft hips helping you move.

Wonwoo pushes himself up with his hands. He wants to be able to kiss you as you ride him.

The kiss is sloppy, filled with tongue, and echoing moans into each other's mouths.

“Wonwoo—“ you can’t focus on anything other than your rapidly approaching orgasm. Your core is sensitive and if he touches your overstimulated clit you might cry.

“Baby—“ he moans against your lips.

The moment you’re hit with your fourth orgasm of the night you try your hardest to keep moving your hips. Wonwoo grips your hips helping you move. He’s not far behind you, holding you flush against his thighs as he finally finds his own release. He fills you to the brim painting your walls white with his milky release.

The world is at a stand still and the only thing that matters is the way Wonwoo is looking at you. Lifting your shaky hands you push your fingers through his dark hair.

“I like that you call me baby.” You give him a small smile.

“I’ve wanted to call you that for a while.”

Leaning forward you press your lips to his for another kiss.

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Opening Wonwoo’s bedroom door, Mingyu is quite pleased at the sight in front of him. He finds you and Wonwoo both clearly naked curled up together asleep. Mingyu knew long before he kissed you for the first time, that you and Wonwoo were meant to be. Mingyu has had his own crush on you for a while, but he always had a feeling you and Wonwoo would end up together. He’s realizing now that maybe both him and Wonwoo could both have you.

Mingyu pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of you and Wonwoo curled up. The sight of his two best friends like this makes him so happy.

Your eyes pop open and you see Mingyu standing there smiling. “Mingyu, what are you doing?” You say before yawning.

“Just taking a picture of you two love birds.”

“What is happening?” Wonwoo says, sounding as if he’s still asleep.

“Mingyu took a photo of us.” You pull away from Wonwoo slightly.

“Can you blame me, you guys are cute.” He leans further against the doorframe.

“Mingyu isn’t this weird?” You can’t help but ask.

“No, not at all. Wonwoo and I are good at sharing, princess. Even if you’re his girlfriend, we can still share.” Being called Wonwoo’s girlfriend is new.

Wonwoo lets out a laugh pulling your naked body closer to him. “He's right we can be good at sharing.”

“What?”

“Don’t overthink it baby.” Wonwoo presses an open mouth kiss to your bare shoulder.

“Am I your girlfriend?”

“___ you’re definitely Wonwoo's girlfriend.” Mingyu immediately responded.

“This is the weirdest night of my life.” There is no way you could ever explain this night to anyone.

“I guess I should thank Cheol.” Mingyu said. Who knew Seungcheol teasing would lead to all this.

“I don’t know if I want to hit him or thank him.”

Seungcheol and his big mouth might be the reason Wonwoo is now your boyfriend, and the reason Mingyu is somehow a part of your relationship.

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[straylightdream]

wanderlust [won-der-luhst] noun a strong desire or impulse to travel, wander, and explore the world.

[straylightdream]

baby, just a moment, stay by my side a little longer. just for a moment, be with me, just one more day

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beg for you

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kim mingyu x afb.reader x jeon wonwoo

“Hello my dear roommate. How are you?” He literally doesn’t even give you a second to answer. “Now, what do you think about being tied to the bed?” He’s calmed down, maybe a little, but not much.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, smut with a little plot, mutual pining, roommates to lovers

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.4k

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cussing

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex and protected sex (mc is on birth control), soft dom wonwoo and mingyu, wonwoo is in charge even while the mc is with mingyu, voyerism, readers hands are bound, begging, cock drunk reader, use of lube, big dick wonwoo and even bigger dick mingyu, pussy streching, multiple positions, oral (female rec), hand job, fingering, pussy whipped mingyu, p in v intercourse, threesome, breast worship, nipple play, nicknames: Princess, good girl, baby (hers) baby (wonwoo)

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw

an: thank you @supi-wupi for beta reading and @flowerwonu and @aeristudios for listening and fully helping me figure this story out.

🎧: bed chem - sabrina carpenter | tonight - pinkpantheress | beg for you - charli xcx (feat: rina sawayama)

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

Sitting at the kitchen table in the little nook by the window, you scroll through your phone aimlessly. Wonwoo is sitting across from you working on his laptop and enjoying his favorite morning beverage, an americano.

Mingyu is nowhere to be seen. You assume your other roommate took an early morning trip to the gym. He and Seungcheol often like meeting to work out.

The front door opens and sure enough, in walks Mingyu. He’s dressed in those godforsaken sweatpants he’s been wearing too often. The whole time you have lived with the two boys you have tried your hardest not to catch feelings for either of the boys. You thought you were doing a good job. Wonwoo and you were best friends and you knew you worked well as friends. Mingyu on the other hand was more of a problem. In recent months he and his wonderful grey sweatpants have been hunting your horny dream. This man is a giant and you can’t help but imagine, every part of him is huge. The issue is, his sweatpants do nothing to hide how big he is down below. Closing your eyes you tried to push away your indecent thoughts.

Mingyu walks over to the table almost frantically. He says your name, and you glance up at him.

“Opinions on being tied to the bed?” You almost choke on your coffee. Mingyu decided to ask you this very blunt question out of nowhere. Wonwoo lets out a laugh looking up from his laptop. In the whole two years you have lived together you and Mingyu haven’t really spoken about your sex lives. Sure you and Wonwoo have talked about things of this nature. But Mingyu has always liked to keep this part of his life private. The whole time you have lived together he only brought one girl home, and oh god was she loud. Luckily your bedroom is near the kitchen. Wonwoo has the unfortunate luck of sharing a bedroom wall with Mingyu. This girl was so loud Wonwoo’s noise canceling headphones didn’t even help. About an hour into Mingyu's little sexual encounter, Wonwoo came to your room to sleep in an attempt to escape the noise.

“Maybe, hello how are you? Or even I have a wild question I would like to ask?” Setting your coffee down on the table.

“Hello my dear roommate. How are you?” He literally doesn’t even give you a second to answer. “Now, what do you think about being tied to the bed?” He’s calmed down, maybe a little, but not much.

“Like during sex?” Wonwoo lets out a snicker at your question.

“Obviously during sex.” Mingyu responses.

“Gyu why are you being weird?” Wonwoo closes his laptop.

“Cheol said I’m vanilla.” Bingo we have a winner. Of course this conversation is all because of Seungcheol. Seungcheol and his goddamn big mouth once again is causing chaos in your life. This is the same man that once had you jump into a pool naked to prove a point.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re asking our sweet roommate about being tied to a bed.”

“Cheol said girls normally like it when a man takes control.” Well it seems like Seungcheol has frazzled Mingyu, and now he’s a rambling mess. Next time you see Seungcheol you’re definitely going to yell at him. “He was telling me all about his girl he had sex with and tied to his bed. According to him she was crying and begging him to go harder.”

“Why are you listening to Cheol?” Wonwoo knows all too well that Seungcheol knows how to run his mouth.

“I don’t know.” He sighs, pulling out the chair and sitting down between you and Wonwoo.

“Have you ever had a girl complain?” Wonwoo has fully stepped into the conversation. You’re left silent, still in shock this conversation is even happening.

“No.” He sounds defeated.

“Dude, not all girls like to be dominated.” Wonwoo responds.

“Are you dominant in bed?”

Wonwoo sighs and leans back. “I wouldn’t say I’m a hard dom or anything like that. But I’m in charge in bed.” You definitely didn’t expect your breakfast conversation to consist of learning more about Wonwoo’s sex life.

“What about you? Do you want to be dominated?” Mingyu turns his attention back to you.

“I don’t want to be fully dominated or anything like that, but—“ You pause, you aren’t exactly sure how much of your sex life you want to share. “I like when whoever I’m with is in control.”

“Is our sweet girl a pillow princess?” Wonwoo is wearing a wicked grin. His words do something to you.

“I’m not a full blown pillow princess, but I like when a man is in control.”

The room feels suffocatingly small suddenly. You can feel Mingyu’s eyes burning into you. Your eyes haven’t left Wonwoo’s. Even behind his glasses you can feel him almost undressing you with his eyes.

“Maybe _____ can let you test out being in charge?” Wonwoo speaks, finally breaking the screaming loud silence.

“Wonwoo?” You say his name not even sure what you want to say. This whole situation feels crazy.

“What?” He tilts his head giving you a smirk.

Glancing over at Mingyu you see him blushing. It’s clear he definitely didn’t see the conversation going this way.

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How on earth did you end up in this situation?

Sitting on Mingyu bed you’re a mix of emotions. On one hand you’re excited and turned on at just the thought of being with Mingyu, on the other you’re nervous. You’ve never been in a situation like this before.

“Are you going to tie me to the bed?” You look over at Wonwoo.

Wonwoo rolls his eyes and leans back against the wall. “I don't know if Gyu is ready for that. Maybe we stick with tying your hands in front of you.” Wonwoo fidgets with the pink tie that he took from Mingyu’s dresser.

“How do you know I’m not ready for it?” Mingyu pouts.

“Do you really want to tie her to the bed until she’s begging to touch you?”

Honestly the idea of Mingyu doing that definitely turns you on. Looking over at Wonwoo he gives you a smile. Something about the way he’s looking at you lets you know he knows what you’re thinking.

“I don’t know.”

“Gyu, let's start with laying her on her back and you can eat her out until she cries. Or I can hold her hands above her head.” You’re suddenly very aware that Wonwoo plans on staying in the room while you and Mingyu have sex.

“Are you staying?” It’s going to eat you alive if you don’t ask him.

“I can if you want me to.” Wonwoo steps closer to you. God do you want him to stay. If you’re going to get the chance to be with Mingyu for at least one night you want to have your cake and eat it too. This might be the close you get to being with Wonwoo.

“Please.”

“So polite.” He gives you a wicked grin. His hand pinches your chin tilting your head up.

“What is the game plan, Gyu?” Wonwoo teases.

“I think we should kiss before I dive straight into eating you out.”

Mingyu steps closer to you. He grabs your hand helping you stand up. Looking up at your very tall roommate butterflies flutter around your stomach. God Mingyu is beautiful. Reaching out, his hand rests on your cheek. Without even thinking you blurt out, “god you’re pretty.” Mingyu gives you a crooked smile while you hear Wonwoo let out a laugh behind you.

Leaning forward he rests his nose against yours. Your lips are so close you can almost taste his mango lip balm he loves to wear. “Are you sure you want to do this?” His hand is resting on your hip.

“Please just kiss me.” That’s all you have to say. His lips touch yours and those butterflies in your stomach go crazy. Reaching out you tangle your fingers in his shirt pulling him closer to you. He slides his tongue across your bottom lips. Parting your lips he slides his tongue against yours. It turns out Mingyu isn’t just hot, he’s also an incredible kisser. His hand that is on your hip slides down to your butt. He grabs a handful of your fleshy butt cheek pulling you closer to him. His straining erecting is causing a tent in his jeans.

Moaning into his mouth causes him to grip your butt again. “Fuck—“ he moans against your lips.

Pulling always you’re practically out of breath. Looking past Mingyu you see Wonwoo sitting on the edge of the bed intently watching you two. Your eyes lock and he gives you a smile. “Princess, did you like that?” Wonwoo asked.

“Yes.”

“Why don’t you strip off your clothes and lay on the bed for Gyu?” You’re being reminded that Wonwoo said he likes to be in charge.

Looking up at Mingyu he looks at you with lust blown eyes. He puts his hand under your chin. “Can you listen to Wonwoo?” This is a weird dynamic you weren’t necessarily prepared for.

Stripping off your clothes you stand there feeling extremely exposed. Wonwoo stands up and walks towards you. You must look like a deer caught in headlights standing naked in front of them while they’re both fully dressed. He stops in front of you.

“Why do you look scared?” He asked.

“It feels weird being the only one naked.”

“Did you want me to take some clothes off?” He pushes hair away from your face.

“Can you two at least strip down to your boxers?”

“Gyu, get naked for her.” Wonwoo steps back and strips off his own clothes until he’s left in just his boxer-briefs. You’ve seen Wonwoo walk around in his underwear before, and you always try your hardest not to stare, but now you feel like you can fully enjoy the sight of his beautiful body.

The sound of Mingyu’s belt hitting the floor captures your attention. Your eyes lock on Mingyu as he strips off all his clothes. He’s left standing in front of you fully naked. His golden skin is fully on display. His whole body is. Work of art between his abs and his very large cock.

“Pretty girl, lay on the bed for Mingyu.”

Laying down in the middle of the bed, Mingyu’s eyes stay locked on your. Wonwoo moves so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard. “Hands above your head princess.” You don’t think twice, you just listen to Wonwoo. “Can I hold your hands together while Mingyu takes care of you?”

“Yes.”

With Wonwoo’s large hands he’s able to grip both of your wrists with ease.

“Gyu, dive on in—“

The sight of Mingyu's head between your legs isn’t something you ever thought you would see. Not only is your roommate absolutely beautiful, but holy hell is he good with his mouth. Desperately you want to tangle your fingers in his hair, holding him against your wet core.

Looking up you tug on your hands that are being restrained by Wonwoo. He’s looking down at you with a look you can’t quite decipher.

“Be a good girl.” He practically scolds you.

“Mingyu—“ without thinking you push your pelvis up towards his face.

“Someone is a needy girl. Maybe you aren’t a pillow princess.” It’s clear Wonwoo is a menace in bed.

Mingyu sucks on your clit, pumping two fingers in and out of you. “Wonu—“ Your brain feels fuzzy having Wonwoo speak to you while Mingyu is pleasuring you.

“Are you close, baby?” Wonwoo pinches your chin again.

“Please—“

Lifting his face from your pussy Mingyu gives you a smile still rubbing your g spot with his thick fingers. “Cum for me.”

The white hot wave of your orgasm crashes over you. Every nerve in your body tingles as your walls convulse around Mingyu’s fingers.

“So good.” Wonwoo’s deep voice pulls you away from your high. He releases your hands. Slowly bring them down to your stomach.

Mingyu pulls away from you. Sitting on his knees he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes stay locked on yours. Your chest slowly rises and falls. How the hell is this whole situation even real?

“Did you want to stop?” Mingyu asked.

“God no.” You’re practically out of breath. Your chest is rising and falling quickly. The idea of stopping and you not being able to feel him stretching you open with his huge cock makes you want to cry.

“Give Wonwoo your hands again.”

Silently you stare at him with wide eyes. It’s so strange seeing Mingyu take full control. He’s always been so gentle with you as a friend. Wonwoo is still sitting next to you. He’s rubbing your arm helping to keep you calm.

“Can you keep being a good girl?” Wonwoo asked, capturing your full attention.

“Yes-“ your voice is meek.

“Mingyu grab a condom and some lube. She’s wet, but you’re too big for her.“ Your eyes immediately go down to Mingyu’s very large appendage. Wonwoo isn’t wrong, you’re wet but Mingyu is so big he might split you open without some extra help.

Mingyu hops off the bed and goes over to his night stand.

Wonwoo rests his hand on your cheek. He drags his thumb slowly across your bottom lip “Can I tie your wrist up with this tie?” He grabs the pink tie off the bed.

Silently you nod.

“Use your words, Princess.”

“Yes.”

Mingyu walks up to the foot of the bed and watches and Wonwoo gently wraps the pink tie around your wrist. He can’t help but smile watching how Wonwoo is so gentle with you even as he’s tying you up.

Wonwoo leans down with his face close to yours. Almost as if he’s trying to have an intimate moment without Mingyu involved. “Princess?”

“Yes.” You whisper. Your lips are so close to his.

“Are you good?

“Yes—“

“Do you know any other words other than just yes?” He teases you by rubbing his nose against yours.

“Wonwoo—“

“Yes?”

“Are you allowed to kiss me?”

He stills for a moment, looking over at Mingyu he finds his best friend standing there fully naked with a smile on his face. “Wonwoo, just give her what she wants.”

Without saying a word Wonwoo leans in, pressing his lips to yours. Kissing Wonwoo feels familiar. Maybe it’s because you’ve longed to know what it would be like to kiss him. Every part of your body reacts to the way his lips feel against yours. He’s still holding your hands above your head. His tongue runs along your bottom lip. Parting your lips, you slide your tongue against his, deepening the kiss.

Wonwoo pulls away and lets out a little chuckle. “You’re so good to us.” He moves back to sitting next to you holding your wrist.

Mingyu crawls back onto the bed. “Put your feet on the bed and spread your legs princess.”

Mingyu sits on his knees between your spread legs. Grabbing the lube he pops the cap open, pouring some on your already wet core and helps massage you open, before he coats his own length. Taking his length in his hand he runs it through your folds a few times before he prods the blush colored tip against your entrance.

“Princess, it might hurt a little. If you need me to stop, just say so.” Mingyu says.

“Okay.”

Glancing up at Wonwoo he gives you that same gentle smile. “You got this princess.”

Looking down at Mingyu he rubs your thigh helping you relax. Ever so slowly he pushes into you. The stretching feeling isn’t like anything you have ever experienced before. Squeezing your eyes closed, you try to focus on Wonwoo’s hand that is on your arm, and Mingyu’s hand rubbing your thigh. Once Mingyu bottoms out there is a moment where you wonder if this will actually feel good. The stretching feeling isn’t something you have experienced before.

Your eyes slowly flutter open and Wonwoo is there intently watching you. Mingyu doesn’t move any. He’s rubbing your thigh letting you adjust.

“Pretty girl, can you look at me?” You look down at Mingyu to find him giving you a smile. “How are you feeling?”

“So full.” You hate how whiny you sound.

“You’re doing so good. Tell me when I can move, Princess.”

“Can you go slow?” The only chance you have to fully enjoy this, is if Mingyu goes slow and lets you adjust properly to his size.

“Of course.”

He starts at a slow pace of almost pulling out all the way, just leaving in his tip, before pushing back in. His hand moves to your mound resting there so his thumb can toy with your clit.

The sinful moans leaving Mingyu lips are intoxicating. He picks up his pace a little. His thumb never stops playing with your sensitive bundle of nerves. Without evening thinking you tug on your wrist. Not being able to touch either boy is driving you insane.

“Ugh—“ you whine.

“Baby do your wrists hurt?” There Wonwoo goes calling you baby again. If your brain could fully process what is happening you might start overthinking his newest pet name for you.

“Fuck—“ you’ve never been this vocal in bed. Mingyu is pulling noises out of you’ve never heard before.

“Mingyu, she can’t even think straight.” Wonwoo teases.

“She’s so fucking tight.” He groans.

“Keep making her feel good.” Wonwoo gently rubs your arms helping to ground you.

Your eyes stayed locked on Mingyu watching the way he only focused on you. The coil in your stomach is threatening to snap. The stretching feeling has dissipated to pure pleasure. The tension in your body is almost too much to bare. Suddenly a white hot fire takes you over.

Squeezing your eyes, you bite your bottom lips trying to hold back all the whiny noises trying to pass your lips. Without even thinking you moan the wrong boy's name. “Wonwoo—“ it’s a broken cry for the man holding your wrist.

Instantly Mingyu laughs at the situation. Wonwoo’s eyes are locked on you. He can’t believe what’s unfolding. Mingyu stills for a moment.

“I feel like I should be offended if you're moaning Wonwoo’s name, when I’m the one who made you cum.” Your eyes snap open and it feels like an ice cold bucket of water has been dumped on you. Your face burns with embarrassment.

“Oh my god.” You tug on your wrist. “Mingyu—“

“Hey, princess stop freaking out. It’s fine. My feelings aren’t hurt.” Mingyu stops playing with your clit. His large hand rubs your thigh helping you calm down.

Wonwoo’s eyes haven’t left you. He releases your wrist and just stares at you for a long moment.

“Wonwoo, why don’t you untie her and let her touch you.” Mingyu’s voice has a calming effect on both of you.

“What do you mean?” You speak up.

“I’m saying I’m going to keep fucking you. And you’re going to come again. But now you can play with Wonwoo. You can try and make him come.”

Wonwoo releases your hands and unties your wrist. Pulling your wrist down you look up at Wonwoo and see him smiling. He grabs your wrist and gently massages them. “Baby are you okay?”

“Yeah—“

“Can you come again?” Mingyu asked, grabbing your attention.

“Yes.” Mingyu moves so he’s hovering over you. He pressed his lips to yours for a heated kiss. Without even thinking you tangled your fingers in his hair holding him close to you.

“Such a good girl.” Mingyu whispers against your lips. Mingyu pulls back sitting on his knees.

“Princess, have fun with Wonwoo.” Without giving you a moment to process his words Mingyu thrust into you slowly.

Turning your head you look at Wonwoo who is still sitting right next to you. Reaching out you touch his thigh. He’s like the forbidden fruit you’re finally able to taste. Your hand grips his thigh desperately wanting to hold him close.

Mingyu’s pace is faster than before. A string of moans and whimpers passing your lips.

“ugh—“ he’s hitting a spot deep inside you that makes you feel as if you're unable to speak.

Wonwoo rests his hand on your cheek, turning your face to him. “You’re so pretty. Especially like this. Mingyu has you so fucked out you can barely think.”

“She’s so good for us.” Mingyu responds.

“Mingyu, can we change positions?” Wonwoo wants you to be able to fully touch him, and this position isn’t helping.

Mingyu immediately stops moving. “How do you want her?”

“Let’s have her ride you while she’s facing me.”

“You heard him princess.” Mingyu taps your thigh.

“Wonwoo?”

“Yes baby?” He drags your thumb along your bottom lip.

“Can you strip naked?”

Without saying a word Wonwoo gets off the bed and takes off his boxers. The sight of his erection hitting his stomach is mouth watering. How on earth do you go back to living normally with both these men after this. You’ve been crushing hard before this but now you’re pretty sure you’re going to fall in love.

Mingyu is quick to practically manhandle you into the position Wonwoo requested. Mingyu is sitting with his back against a few pillows. You’re sitting on your knees with Mingyu snug inside you. Wonwoo is sitting on his knees in front of you. Leaning forward he presses his lips to yours for a simple kiss. “Touch me however you want .” He whispers against your lips. “Be a good girl and ride Mingyu.”

Lifting your hips you sink back down on his length. At this angle he’s hitting deeper inside than before. Reaching forward you run your hands along the dips and ridges of Wonwoo’s abs. His eyes stay locked on you intently watching you.

Mingyu can’t keep his lips to himself. He’s leaving a wet trail of kisses up the side of your neck. His hands grope your breast toying with your nipples. Rolling your head back against Mingyu's shoulder.

“Gyu—“ his name is nothing but a broken moan.

“So good—“ he moans against your ear.

Reaching out your hand you desperately want to feel Wonwoo. He must understand what you want. He laces his finger with yours. Without saying anything he princes his lips to the top of your hand for a gentle kiss.

“Gyu, play with her clit.”

Mingyu dips one of his hands between your legs. The moment his fingers find your clit you can’t help but whimper. Another orgasm is on the brink of breaking. With little effort Mingyu already knows how to play your body like a violin. He knows how to make you fall apart with little effort.

“Can you come for me sweetheart?” His voice is raspy against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

Squeezing Wonwoo’s hand you’re hit with another crashing high. This one hits harder than the others. You’ve never had this many orgasms in one night. Falling forward into Wonwoo you can’t think about anything. Your mind feels like mush. Every nerve in your body feels like a live wire. Wonwoo holds on to you, not letting you fall.

“Fuck—“ Mingyu groans lifting his hips. He falls apart with you.

Holding you flush against his thighs you both ride out your highs. He leaves a trail of gentle kisses across the top of your shoulder.

“You were so good.” Mingyu whispers barely loud enough for Wonwoo to hear.

You’ve never felt this fucked out and dazed in your life. Your eyes feel too heavy to open.

Slowly pulling you back against him, Mingyu lays his large hand across your stomach. Wonwoo hasn’t let go of your hand. Your head is leaning back on Mingyu's shoulder.

“Gyu I don’t think you’re very vanilla like Cheol said.” Wonwoo says squeezing your hand. “You might have broken our girl.”

“Princess, can you sit up?” Mingyu asked, slowly rubbing your side.

“Yeah.” Your legs feel like jello as you move off of Mingyu. Lifting your hips he slides out of you. Instantly you feel empty. Wonwoo helps you crawl onto the bed.

Taking your hand Wonwoo helps you stand up. Mingyu crawls off the bed. He pats Wonwoo’s back before he starts getting dressed. “Wonwoo take care of our girl.”

“I need to get cleaned up and I think you two need some alone time.” Mingyu can tell that after that whole experience you and Wonwoo have something you should probably discuss.

Wonwoo takes your hand leading you out of Mingyu’s room. Neither of you say anything as he takes you to the bathroom by his room. Walking in he immediately turns on the shower. He stands closer to you. He pushes your hair away from your face. You probably look like a complete mess. He sets glasses down on the bathroom counter. He leaned in close and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You did good, baby.”

“Wonwoo—“ Your body is sore, but you crave being close to Wonwoo.

“Yeah?” He lingers close to you.

“Can I take care of you after the shower?”

“If you have the strength you can.” He gives you a smile.

Standing under the hot water Wonwoo massages your vanilla scented shampoo into your hair. The hot water helps relax your sore body.

“It’s safe to say Mingyu isn’t vanilla like Cheol said.”

“He’s bossy,” you pout leaning back against him.

“Did you like it?”

“I like everything that happened.” That whole scenario that took place in Mingyu’s room was incredible, and doesn’t feel real.

“Would you do it again?” He can’t lie, the idea of sharing you again with Mingyu is exciting. Him and Mingyu are close but he’s never had a threesome with him before. After what he just witnessed he would do it again in a heartbeat. He discovered that he and Mingyu make a great team.

“Yes—“

“I enjoyed that.” He runs his hand up and down your side slowly.

“If it happened again, could you be more involved?” He would do anything to be more involved next time.

“Absolutely. It might seem like Mingyu and I were in charge in there, but you have the full say in what you want.”

“Wonwoo?” You step away from him, stepping further under the warm water.

“Yes baby?” Running your fingers through your hair you rinse the shampoo from your hair.

“I like you.” You’ve liked him for so long, there isn’t any reason why you shouldn’t confess that to him now.

“I like you too, like a lot.” Looking over your shoulder you find him giving you a smile.

“Is it bad that I like Mingyu too?” Unfortunately you don’t just have feelings for Wonwoo, Mingyu has a piece of your heart as well.

“That’s not a bad thing. I can share.” He knew before he suggested you and Mingyu hooked up, that both him and his best friend had feelings for you. He had a feeling you returned their feelings but he wasn’t fully sure.

“Let me put some conditioner in your hair.”

The moment you’re out of the shower, Wonwoo helps you dry off before he drags you off to his room.

“Can you lay on the bed for me?” You ask, poking his chest.

“What do you want to do?” He steps towards his bed.

“I want to ride you.”

Wonwoo isn’t one to tell you no. Crawling onto his bed he lays down in the middle of his white bedspread. Crawling onto his bed you sit on his thighs. You take your time dragging your finger across the dips and peak of his abs. You could spend hours exploring every inch of his body.

His large cock twitches as you run your fingers along the veins that lead towards his cock.

“I’ve always wanted to touch you like this.” You whisper. Slowly you start pumping his hardening length.

“Just give me a minute and I’ll be ready.” He doesn’t want a hand job. He wants to know what it’s like to feel you, just like Mingyu did.

He groans softly as you focus on his blush colored tip. He’s larger than average and thick, but not as massive as Mingyu. He's much more manageable for you. Maybe next time you can take your time blowing him.

“Baby I want to feel you.”

“As you wish.” You lift your hips hovering over his straining length.

“Do we need a condom?” Wonwoo asked.

“I’m clean and I trust you. I trust Mingyu too. Maybe next time he can go bare too.”

“I want to feel you bare.”

Slowly you sink down on his length. He might not be as big as Mingyu, but he’s still stretching you out. Resting your hands on his chest, you keep a slow pace lifting your hips until only his tip is left inside before slowly sinking back down. Wonwoo cock curves up slightly so he’s brushing the spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

His large hands grip your soft hips helping you move.

Wonwoo pushes himself up with his hands. He wants to be able to kiss you as you ride him.

The kiss is sloppy, filled with tongue, and echoing moans into each other's mouths.

“Wonwoo—“ you can’t focus on anything other than your rapidly approaching orgasm. Your core is sensitive and if he touches your overstimulated clit you might cry.

“Baby—“ he moans against your lips.

The moment you’re hit with your fourth orgasm of the night you try your hardest to keep moving your hips. Wonwoo grips your hips helping you move. He’s not far behind you, holding you flush against his thighs as he finally finds his own release. He fills you to the brim painting your walls white with his milky release.

The world is at a stand still and the only thing that matters is the way Wonwoo is looking at you. Lifting your shaky hands you push your fingers through his dark hair.

“I like that you call me baby.” You give him a small smile.

“I’ve wanted to call you that for a while.”

Leaning forward you press your lips to his for another kiss.

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Opening Wonwoo’s bedroom door, Mingyu is quite pleased at the sight in front of him. He finds you and Wonwoo both clearly naked curled up together asleep. Mingyu knew long before he kissed you for the first time, that you and Wonwoo were meant to be. Mingyu has had his own crush on you for a while, but he always had a feeling you and Wonwoo would end up together. He’s realizing now that maybe both him and Wonwoo could both have you.

Mingyu pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of you and Wonwoo curled up. The sight of his two best friends like this makes him so happy.

Your eyes pop open and you see Mingyu standing there smiling. “Mingyu, what are you doing?” You say before yawning.

“Just taking a picture of you two love birds.”

“What is happening?” Wonwoo says, sounding as if he’s still asleep.

“Mingyu took a photo of us.” You pull away from Wonwoo slightly.

“Can you blame me, you guys are cute.” He leans further against the doorframe.

“Mingyu isn’t this weird?” You can’t help but ask.

“No, not at all. Wonwoo and I are good at sharing, princess. Even if you’re his girlfriend, we can still share.” Being called Wonwoo’s girlfriend is new.

Wonwoo lets out a laugh pulling your naked body closer to him. “He's right we can be good at sharing.”

“What?”

“Don’t overthink it baby.” Wonwoo presses an open mouth kiss to your bare shoulder.

“Am I your girlfriend?”

“___ you’re definitely Wonwoo's girlfriend.” Mingyu immediately responded.

“This is the weirdest night of my life.” There is no way you could ever explain this night to anyone.

“I guess I should thank Cheol.” Mingyu said. Who knew Seungcheol teasing would lead to all this.

“I don’t know if I want to hit him or thank him.”

Seungcheol and his big mouth might be the reason Wonwoo is now your boyfriend, and the reason Mingyu is somehow a part of your relationship.

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