#except mingyu that is my actual husband

[primehyuck]

goodness! that mingyu fic was so 😵‍💫😚🤌🏻 so good! i hope you write more mingyu in the future 🩷🩷🩷

yay ! tysm i’m glad people are enjoying it :)

he’s gonna be one of the main seventeen members that i write about !

[wooyoong]

🌼 freya's recent svt reads (& recs)

disclaimer : these are my RECENT reads, and i haven't added some of my old reads! also i have tried to add atleast one for each member to the list hehe (except jihoon he has two)

note : fic titles labelled with a * mark are series. minors please stay away, strictly. almost all fics here are 18+ !!

— also, i am @angelwoozi 😭 incase you wanted to check out my writing blog then.

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

* yours, but not yours by @gyukult (fake dating au, 18+)

when a nice guy gets too overbearing, you’re stuck with the option of having a fake boyfriend.

YOON JEONGHAN

Jeonghan's Guide to Insurance Fraud (And Falling In Love) by @starsstuddedsky (f2l, fake dating au)

your best friend offers a way for you to get your wisdom teeth removed without going into debt. the only catch? you can’t fall in love

HONG JISOO

Plush by @bitchlessdino (est relationship, 18+)

soft joshua cockwarming drabble, with love and yearning.

WEN JUNHUI

Love, Actually by @haet-sal (single dad, boss jun, kind of infidelity au, 18+)

You’re the wide-eyed, clueless-but-on-top secretary to Wen Junhui, and it all starts, with one new year’s kiss… well, new year’s fuck.

Mr. Wen likes you. It should have been obvious, whenever he seemed to forgive your inadequate work ethics and frequent unfailing mishaps, and how much he trusted you, no matter how many mistakes you made, how much he hated hearing about your life with your boyfriend… and what kind of boss goes shopping for their employee, privately, anyway?

KWON SOONYOUNG

i don't understand but i love you by @hvcmixtape (est relationship)

soonyoung has only been the kindest and most gentle husband. sometimes you feel like you're floating on the stars, and sometimes you feel like you've just jumped into the most romantic book.

JEON WONWOO

rich girl by @blushnote (rich girl x street punk wonwoo, 18+)

wonwoo likes to call you a rich girl, and you hate it because it’s true. in fact, you hate a lot of things: your friends, your parent’s attitude, the way your life is supposed to be perfect even though you’re miserable. not much makes you happy, except for a punk boy who you can’t even be with.

LEE JIHOON

You Make Me Breathe by @hwanghyunjinenthusiast (hanahaki au)

Jihoon is utterly in love with you. Too bad you're into his friend Soonyoung, and he's too much of a coward to ever tell you how he feels. He's happy to take his feelings to the grave but soon finds that his body doesn't agree with his decision.

* As a Matter of Fact by @starsstuddedsky (co-workers to lovers, fake dating au)

when you're caught in a simple lie, the best solution? dig in your heels and stick to your guns until everything inevitably goes wrong and everyone gets hurt

LEE SEOKMIN

(Not) A Gentleman by @wonusite (est relationship, 18+)

Your boyfriend is the sweetest man alive—a perfect gentleman. However, you’re determined to show him that he doesn’t always have to be a gentleman.

KIM MINGYU

Good Dad, Better Daddy by @bitchlessdino (dilf au, bestfriend's dad mingyu, 18+)

you were hesitant when your friend said you should just stay at her house for the summer, especially knowing you can barely contain yourself with her hot dad around as well as the thought of not getting caught.

XU MINGHAO

at dawn by @sluttyminghao (domestic au, est relationship, 18+)

domestic sex with boyfriend minghao!

BOO SEUNGKWAN

pussy sport by @duhnova (fwb au, 18+)

leave it up to boo seungkwan to almost suffocate between your thighs, eat you out till you’re crying, and to figure out a new kink of his.

CHWE HANSOL

You Get Me So High by @cheolhub (f2l, 18+)

smoking with your best friend (who you totally don’t have a crush on) is super fun till all you can think about is him… well, doing him, to be more specific.

LEE CHAN

promise ring by @lovelyhan (royalty au, f2l, 18+)

no one would've guessed that the daughter of the town’s royal mage has a soft spot for the clumsiest fire elemental in the entire realm. but when the crown prince suddenly asks for your hand in marriage, you're forced to consider how you feel about a certain lee jung chan a lot more seriously.

🌼 show love to all the authors, and don't misuse their content. all rights reserved by the respective authors!

[owl-it-here]

Headcanon Hell: MDZS #1

So, we know nothing about Wei Wuxian's biological family except the names and positions of his parents: Wei Changze from Yumeng Jiang and Cangse Sanren, a student of Baoshan Sanren. Mo Xuanyu is portrayed either by interpretations or by fans, as similar in apperence to Wei Wuxian. Especially in animated series. But Wei Wuxian is not similar to any other Jin. This makes me think. What if Wuxian is realated to the Mo family? I have two ideas. From both sides of his family.

Wei Changze's sister was the mother of Mo Xuanyu's mother - Young Miss Mo. Xuanyu is about ten years younger than Wuxian, and his mother was sixteen when she gave birth to him. This makes her in the same age group as Nie Mingyue or Lan Xichen. So in terms of age it is possible. Also, this way, Wuxian will not be related to Madam Mo and her son.

Cangse Sanren can be anyone's lost child (daughter or niece) if we play it right. My favorite idea was to make her the niece of Lord Mo (the father of Madam Mo and Young Miss Mo). Maybe he had a sister who died in an accident next to her husband and everyone thought that their daughter died with them. But of course she didn't. [Actually, I would like to complicate it further by making the husband related to Xiao Xingchen. But that's mainly because I wanted her to be called Xiao Mo "Momo". She propably didn't remember the characters used in her birth name. She assumed that maybe it was just a nickname her parents call her - "a little someting". (Something because I'm not sure which character she would choose to replace Mo.) It sounds silly enough, that it would make sense why she would call her son an "infant" out of nostalgia, that she adopted the same naming style as her parents.]

[husbandhoshi]

ok 2:45pm and mingyu. take your pick as far as mood goes haha

[2:45]

“i will actually reach across the counter and strangle the next person who yells at me about a pumpkin spice latte.” you slam the coffee pot you’re holding on the counter (as gently as possible. you cannot deal with spill number four of the day).

“please do,” yeri says. “i would pay you to do that.”

it’s a busy wednesday at the cafe you work at, which is normally fine and good, except your manager forgot to restock the caramel sauce and you’re out of croissants already and for some reason people are already bugging you about fall drinks in the middle of july.

then, as if the universe has a big red sniper laser pointed to your forehead, the phone rings for the seemingly twentieth time this hour. yeri’s got her head five miles deep in the fridge, so you pick it up and summon your best customer service voice.

“hi, welcome to—”

you hear a laugh on the other end, and you are so over the whole thing until it goes quiet and then you hear a quiet babe? you still there?

and then you realize it’s your man written by a woman husband kim mingyu, who of course calls you at work to cheer you up because he can’t be real. you still pinch yourself every morning.

“oh my god, yes, sorry, gyu,” you stammer. “sorry. it’s been…a day.”

“don’t be sorry, honey,” he says, and you can swear you can physically hear his pout on the other end of the line. “called to say i miss you.”

you hear some commotion on his end, and you try to parse out what he’s doing—maybe grocery shopping for dinner, maybe even fighting with a fitted sheet fresh out of the laundry. the image of him in his frilly apron surrounded by folded clothes brings you unspeakable joy, and you smile for maybe the first time today.

“i miss you too.” you watch yeri ring up an iced mocha and wiggle her eyebrows at you like she’s in second grade. “is everything ok?”

“yeah,” he says, and you realize he must be in his car because you hear the jingle of his five pound keychain (he loves those little charms, and you’ve bought him one too many). “wanted to see if you had time for one more order?”

no, i don’t, you think, but it’s mingyu and you’d do anything for the man. “anything for you,” is your lovesick reply, even though you already bring him an army’s worth of food home from work.

you absentmindedly look out the window of the cafe overlooking the parking lot. that car looks a lot like mingyu’s, is your first thought. your second is, man, that guy looks a lot like my husband.

“can i get five minutes of your time? and maybe a kiss?”

you look at the man outside again and realize it is, in fact, your darling husband. in one hand is the phone, and in the other, a bouquet of flowers bigger than both your heads put together.

and on his face is his wicked smile with his wicked snaggletooth and you think you will die of happiness on the spot.

“well?”

“hmm…i can squeeze you in.” then you hang up because yeri’s pointing at him through the window as if you had no idea he was even there.

“does he have a brother?” she teases, and then she tells you to get the hell out of there and say hi to your husband before he steals all the customers.

(you do. you hug and kiss and he looks at you like you are the moon, even though you’re down four espresso shots and in a parking lot. he does that thing where he presses his forehead to yours and calls you his everything and your heart melts to the ground.

and then your five minutes is up and you’re back to work, but he still waves at you as he drives off, almost clocking a fire hydrant in his enthusiasm. that’s my husband, you announce to the entire cafe, still oohing and aahing.)

[taegularities]

Hiiii Rid, I had another dream again. Yes hi it’s me dreamgirl. I swear they just happen??? So I wanted to tell you before I forgot it.

So it starts with me trying to buy tickets for a Seventeen concert and then actually succeeding. And then when I’m getting ready for the concert, I double check the tickets and it turns out I bought tickets for a beauty product launch???? But hey, they’re giving away wine and cheese (I don’t drink😔) AND a bottle of their new eel serum ig??? yes… eel

So yeah I’m suddenly having a shitty day because I guess I wanted to see Kim Mingyu with his titties out??? (OKAY BEFORE YOU ASK WE R GETTING TO THE BTS PART I SWEAR)

So I go to my classes (I guess the scene switched lmao) and continue this shitty mood and sit next to my classmate Park Jimin and his super smart and stuff and suddenly we’re having a quiz on food safety??????? Hello when did I start studying food related modules? I remember panicking because they wanted us to calculate the sodium content of a chicken breast. Like WHY DO I REMEMBER THAT SPECIFIC QUESTION FROM MY DREAM QUIZ.

And Jimin, my lovely seatmate Jimin is sitting in a way so I can’t copy his damn work, like dude is covering is work with his whole body smh and the kid opposite me is just highlighting their entire sheet so I’m panicking because I don’t want to fail but then all hell breaks lose in the class and we get a power cut and the lecturer is standing on a desk yelling about notebooks and I’m so upset because what a shitty day AND THEN everyone goes quiet and coos because

OUTSIDE MY CLASSROOM IS MY MFCKING HUSBAND AND HE IS HOLDING OUR (HIS) MINIMES AND EVERYONE IS LIKE “Awwww”

And yes… it’s none other than the love of my life Jeon Jungkook and I remember him wearing that one outfit from an episode of Run BTS (they’re at that Hyundai museum I think?? He had a jeans and Prada boots) and the youngest baby is dressed like him except his shoes were silver? idk idk. And the slightly older but still cute and adorable son is wearing like this floral overalls with a matching bucket hat but he’s cute as heck and they’re all waiting for me with their big doe eyes and the babies with their chubby cheeks and my day feels so much better and then I guess I woke up but suddenly I miss my dream babies that I had with my husband Jeon Jungkook😔😔😔

I’m sorry I know this dream is not as entertaining as the others lmao but I suppose you dream what you dream hehe. Anyway lovely, I hope your day is going well and you’re doing good and just know that I adore you and your writing and your kindness too!! 💗

dreamgirl !!!! c'mon, all your dreams are entertaining as fck, even this one made me smile (as always) :') first of all, dang it, what's with the svt concert tickets tho 😭 cheese n wine are great but.... 🤨 i hope the eel serum... was a good one, though :')

food safety 💀 i do wonder what your brain was trying to tell you... i also wonder why meanie jimin wouldn't let you copy his answers, like help out a girl in need, mister park 😔 and you know what? i can understand all the tumult that came after, bc I'D REACT THE SAME IF JEON JUNGKOOK WAS STANDING OUTSIDE, especially this one.

DREAM HUSBAND AND DREAM BABIES, dreamgirl i'm actually so happy for you and that you had this whack yet endearing dream 🥺 floral overalls with a bucket hat... sounds like jk fr 😭 i think even i had a jk dream last night, but can't remember anymore :')

and lovely, my day went well, i was out most of today, thank you so much 🥺 i hope yours was pleasant, too, and that your mind thinks up another cool dream tonight !! i luuufffff you, you're the kindest <33333

[odxrilove]

i started stanning them sooo late which im actually rly sad about </3 like late may / june i dont rememebr 😞😞😞😞 my bias is jun he is my husband of 4 years even tho ive only stanned them like 6 months 🙏🙏 i unironically tbink hes the Laurv of my life #deluluhours Ummmmmmm march is my fav bside Eye dont think anything will ever dethrone her she is my Queen and my fav title track is rtl hashtag If ylu disagree you are wrong. WHAT ABOUT U!!!! also what other groups do u stan. who are ur biases. whats ur social security number and ur first pets name and the place ur parents met or whatever the icloud Password Forgotten questions are

U ARE ME I AM U !! i wish i had started stanning them a few years ago but i only started in late jan/start feb and ulted them since april (my 17th bday hihi) which is still good but STILL yk?

jun used to be my bias wrecker HES SO CUTE OMGG my ults are hoshi and minghao and then my other biases are scoups shua and mingyu hihi

i love their more darker / mature concepts like fear and getting closer.. GETTING CLOSER MY LOVEEE my fav songs are falling flower , fast pace , my dawn is hotter than day , running to you , light a flame , ready to love , hit , 2 minus 1 and lotto

i stan quite a lot of groups 😕😕 i ult svt enha tbz nct dream and i stan lsrfm nwjs skz txt p1h ateez and a few others giggles 🫶

my ults are hao hoshi chenle and my biases (except svt) hoon san joong sunwoo q jacob soul chaewon and am still waiting to see for nwjs .. chan jeongin for skz and gyu tyun for txt HIHIII

social security number idekk pet name dropie! here's a pic

[sillytaetime]

Hitched~ K.mg ff part2

Desc:// You're finally married to the love of your life, Kim Mingyu. Nothing could change your love for each other... except for maybe one thing...

Warnings:// angst; mentions of babies; yeah, just... be warned. I don't really know what else to say😂

Type:// 2-Part series

Pairings:// Husband!Mingyu x Wife!reader

WC:// 545

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"Let's have a baby"

"You just said you didn't want kids."

Mingyu moved aside for me to come in. I walk towards the round kitchen table and sit down, Mingyu sirs beside me.

"These last 3 days... have got me thinking... my entire life, my parents weren't present in my life. They treated my like pure garbage. And due to that, I never really valued my life like I should have. When I met you, everything changed. I was happy and you showed me my meaning-"

"-y/n..."

"Let me finish. I married you because I love you and I want a future with you. Originally, yes. I didn't want kids. I probably should have made that clear in the beginning, that's on me. Maybe we wouldn't be here if I had told you my fears about being a mom. And if I've ever done anything right, it'd making you my husband. That's why I say let's do it. Let's have a baby because I have you by my side and I know I can be a good mother because I have an amazing husband."

"You really thought about this in 3 days?"

"I couldn't not think about it. You've been the only thing on my mind since I walked out of this house."

"You haven't left my mind either y/n."

"And..."

Mingyus ears perk up as I say that. I grab his hands, nervousness fills my mind. I have to tell him what I found out.

"Mingyu, im pregnant."

Mingyus eyes almost shot out of his head.

"Wait, really?!"

I nod my head

"I'm going to be a dad?"

"Yes mingyu!"

Mingyu stands up, grabbing me and spinning me around, just before he quickly put me down.

"I should probably be more careful..."

We both laugh and just stare at each other.

"Gyu?"

"Mhmm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too. More than words can describe."

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[5 months later]

Mingyu and I have been great. He's really calmed me down about this whole pregnancy thing. I never thought that I'd end up pregnant and actually enjoying it.

"Babe! You ready to go?"

"Yeah, I'll be down in a minute!"

I grab my bag and start walking down stairs to go to my doctors appointment. Today, we'll find out the gender of our baby!

"Wow.. you look beautiful."

"Mingyu you say that everyday."

He always has the goofiest grin on his face when he sees me showing off my belly in maternity clothes.

"Let's go, shall we?"

"We shall."

Once he makes sure I'm all buckled up he gets in the driver seat and we head to our appointment.

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When I was 13 and my parents abandoned me, I never once thought I'd meet someone, be married, and have a baby but here I am. I've been married for almost a year and 5 months pregnant with a baby.

I'm so thankful to have my husband with me through this.

"It's a boy!"

Mingyu looks at me and caresses my hand. I look up at him.

"He'll be just as handsome as his daddy."

Mingyu smiles.

Never have I ever thought I'd be here, 10 months hitched and 5 months with child; but here I am, doing it all, with the love of my life, Kim Mingyu.

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[jaehyunspeachparty]

daddy jaehyun

iv.lviii. (m)

Jaehyun and you lie on the couch and cuddle with each other. The kids played upstairs with Mia and the twins took a nap. "Are you looking forward to today?" You ask him while he stroked your stomach. Jaehyun has been meeting the 97-liners again for a long time. "Yeah, but I have a guilty conscience," he sighed and kissed your shoulder. "You don't need to. It's really okay." You smile and lean more into his chest. "May I tell the boys?" He suddenly asked carefully and you turn to him in surprise. He poked your belly button and grinned. "Oh, I mean, yeah, sure ..." You were kind of completely irritated. Everything was so different this pregnancy because you were still a little afraid of the future. Jaehyun nodded happily and continued to stroke your belly. You stay like that for a while as his hand went further down. His fingers brushed under your panties and it almost took your breath away. "Ohhh... ah," you moan and he started to grin. "Quiet, your sister and the kids are upstairs," whispered but begins to massage your clit. You press your lips together and close your eyes. You dig your fingers into his sweatpants and your husband got faster and faster with his fingers. His breathing became loud too and he began to massage your breasts with his other hand. "Is that good?" He whispered and actually he knew the answer, because after so many years he knew your body very well. "Yes, very good," you moan softly and your body began to tremble because you were about to climax. And then he increased the pressure and you couldn't help yourself. Your thighs were shaking and your fingers were gripping his pants tightly. You bite your lower lip and just enjoy the good feeling. With the stress of Jaehyun's work, you haven't had much sex lately. He had more problems with the erection from the pressure. He just couldn't switch off and had 1000 thoughts in his head. So it was something new to feel an orgasm again for a long time. "How are you feeling?" He asked and smiled. "Very good." You grin and turn more to him. You stroke his pants, but he twitched.  "I have to get ready now," he said immediately and sat up. You just wanted to do him something good, but he was ashamed. He hardly got hard anymore. You haven't had sex in a long time. It was clearly the stress because he had never had such problems before. Especially since it became clear that you were pregnant again. Jaehyun was indeed very happy, even more so than you were, but it should also be a burden for him. You're not blaming him, but he was very sensitive on the subject. Even if he has already been able to show his manhood several times, after all, he had often enough impregnated you. But there was so much more to it than that. Jaehyun got up and you look after him sadly. You didn't like it all at all. As much as you love that baby in your womb, it has brought a lot of stress and worry to this family right now.

"Daddy is leaving now," said Jaehyun after he was ready to go for the boys and hugged Sunoh. "No Daddy. Please stay." Miga ran to him and she started crying. Jaehyun, who was actually looking forward to meeting his friends, suddenly felt guilty. You see that and you immediately sit down with your daughter. You knew he needed this. He put too much pressure on himself to be a good father. A little distraction would only be good for him. "You have to go to bed anyway and when you wake up Daddy will be back." You brush her hair aside and smile. Miga nodded and leaned against your shoulder. Since she knew you were pregnant again, she has become very cuddly. "Okay, I'm going now." Jaehyun sighed and kissed Sunoh, then Miga and finally you. "Have fun ... really." You look at him seriously and Jaehyun nodded. Then he went down the stairs and packed his things. It was so difficult for him to leave, but he was still looking forward to the evening and his friends. He hasn't seen the boys in a long time and he agreed with you, he needed to see some friends. But then he thought of his daughter's tears again and his pulse rose.

When Jaehyun got out of the taxi and stood in front of the bar, he took a deep breath. He still didn't know what to think, that's why he called you. "Jaehyun? Are you okay?" You were concerned at first, of course. "I can still go home." "Jaehyun ...." "I have to go back to work on Monday and ..." "The children are already sleeping and I'm already in bed because the little thing in my belly makes me tired too. You don't miss a thing." "Really?" "Yeah, really. Don’t worry and hang out with your friends. And tomorrow we’ll have a family day. Okay?" "Okay..." "Well then..." "Y/N ... I love you so much." "I love you too and now go and have fun." Jaehyun after he hang up, he still looked at the screen and sees the photo of you and the children, which was his background photo. He smiled and missed you, but then he heard someone suddenly calling his name. "Yo Jaehyun!" He looked to the side and saw Yugyeom. He grinned and waved as he approached his friend. "Yugyeom!" Jaehyun tried to smile but was still a little bit sad. "Are you okay?" Yugyeom asked worriedly. "Yeah, I ... it's just all a lot right now." Jaehyun sighed and pulled his hands into his jacket pocket. Yugyeom nodded and took out a pack of cigarettes. "Do you like one too?" He asked him then. "I haven't smoked for a long time," said Jaehyun and refused. "I don’t smoke either, but it helps every now and then." He handed him the pack again and this time Jaehyun reached for a cigarette. He put it between his lips and Yugyeom lit him. Jaehyun immediately felt a little more relaxed when he blew out the first smoke. "It's unbelievable that you're here again," said Yugyeom and also lit a cigarette. "Yeah, it's been a long time." "How are you, Daddy?" Jaehyun was the first and so far the only one who was a father. "What can I say? I'm filming a drama and I have my kids at home." Jaehyun grinned and then took another drag on his cigarette. "Four kids, that's a lot of work, isn't it?" "Yes, but you have to ask my wife that, she is much more with them. I hardly see my children and her lately ..." Jaehyun sighed and looked at the floor, he took another drag on the cigarette and then made it out. Yugyeom also threw his cigarette on the floor and kicked it out. ”It’s though or?” "Yeah....Let's go in, the others are waiting," said Jaehyun and tried to push his guilty conscience aside.

"Okay, I should go slowly." Jaehyun drank the last sip of beer from his glass and tapped the table. The evening started well and it was nice to spend time with his friends, but he thought that maybe it would be better to go home now. "We only have the 2nd round. Come on, you can stay an hour longer," said Jungkook and grinned at his friend. "I have to look after the children in the morning." Jaehyun stroked his hair. "You said yourself that your wife is okay with today. So come on, let's celebrate a bit today." Bambam waved the waitress over so he could order another round. "I know, I know, but ..." Jaehyun leaned back and looked around. "But?", DK raised his eyebrow. Jaehyun waited a little longer because Bambam was just ordering from the waitress and flirting with her. Yugyeom gave him a little nudge with his elbow, as everyone knew (except Bambam) that Jaehyun was going to say something important. Bambam glanced around and noticed that everyone was looking at him. "What?" He asked, puzzled. But then The8 turned back to Jaehyun. "But what?" "Y/N is pregnant again." Jaehyun pressed his lips together and looked around. Mingyu looked at him with wide eyes. "Didn't you just have the twins?" "Yes..." "How old are they now?" DK asked surprised. "11 months..." "Well, you step on the gas fast," said Bambam ironically and grinned. "I think it's cute. Jaehyun has become such a real Daddy," said Jungkook with a laugh. "It wasn't planned. We didn't really want a child anymore" Jaehyun told the whole story and also that he still wants a girl at the end. "You won't get bored," said Yugyeom and laughed. Jaehyun shakes his head and saw the waitress come with the drinks. "But we haven't told a lot about it yet, so I would be glad if you didn't tell that around yet." Jaehyun looked seriously at his friends and they all nodded. Only Bambam turned back to the waitress. "I have a quiet schedule again, can I come over again? I haven't seen your children in a long time," said Jungkook and smiled. "Yes, you are always welcome. Miga and the boys would be happy." Jaehyun smiled and was pleased that his friends were taking it all so well. And at that moment he could finally switch off a bit and enjoy the evening with old friends.

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[wooahaes]

guess who kept their word and drafted which idols would fit in what fire emblem class.. its me i did. anyways i kinda took classes from the games you said u have played before. and sorry it was a lot i got rlly excited abt it and did a google doc (;° ロ°) ! if these is overwhelming no need to answer the ask 😵‍💫

NICO UR BRAIN AAAA <333 i am so sorry for the long reply thats abt to follow

also omg you didnt have to limit urself like that in any way!! im always open to reading abt other games sdkfhdsf ur so sweet for that tho!! one day i'll get around to playing three houses and other games tbh

i love the vibe that reader is just some rando they picked up. seungcheol picks them up like ok ur the protag now and readers like im the What.

PALADIN COUPS.... ur mind omg. paladin suits him sooo well holy shit + his reclasses!!! <3 i can imagine him being some stern leader of his army but having his soft side for ppl. literally imagine his support convos... just flustered paladin man who goes from this imposing figure to a whiny husband whos so in love w u... <3

omg. wonwoo's base classes all fit him so well tbh. i can def see archer the most if im honest since he fits the quiet stereotypical archer vibe but thief and priest wonwoo UGH <33333 im in love.

YOOO WYVERN RIDER JUN??? mage is also cool but god theres something So cool abt wyvern rider jun... he would take naps w his wyvern and be so doting toward them :( just a sweet man. he probably also has snacks for both him And his wyvern... i feel it in my soul....

omg. jeonghans classes... pegasus knight jeonghan is invading my thoughts rn. thief would also fit SO well but i am staring at pretty man on his pegasus looking radiant <3 same w joshua tbh. two pretty besties on their pegasi... ugh my heart <3 i cannot handle this

ooo troubadour or priest dk is not something i would have expected!!! i do love it tho <3 sunshiney dk who honestly heals u a lil just by smiling...

no one look at me over mercenary vernon... no one look at me rn. i cant. i cant. im not strong enough to process the idea of rugged mercenary vernon. vernon with a sword... clutches chest n collapses... god............ men w swords........ anyone w swords actually tbh if i see a woman with a sword im gonna lose my mind bc oh fuck thats hot

ENEMY MINGYU... finally i can beat his ass for being tall. i love his recruitment conditions being so varied just bc it feels like hes just looking for a reason to leave the opposing side. he just looks at mc like man i wanna be over there but i gotta be impressed first :/ or i gotta be flirted with. or i gotta see my best bro. (wonwoo voice you can be flirted with by mc if y ou join our side)

SAMURAI DINO.................. i am listening. dino w sword........ <3 i have no more thoughts im just kinda thinking abt hinata fates rn. honestly they're the same person bc they're both cute losers. nico ur MIND <3

KITSUNE HOSHI KITSUNE HOSHI KITSUNE HOSHI.................... I AM LOOKING !!!!! did i ever mention i did romance both kaden and keaton lmao theyre cute

spear fighter woozi omg... i imagine his supports would have something to do with singing no matter what his class is. just at least a lil. just a lil.

ENEMY MINGHAO AND SEUNGKWAN??? ok minghao i can understand because i think he'd be a cool enemy, esp if he's someone you have to earn the respect of. BUT SEUNGKWAN??? omg. sniper seungkwan too... he could murder. and he WILL....also god. i imagine it being a serious convo, but my brain just went "vernon just walks up to him and goes "hey dude, what the hell?" and then shoves him over." vernon voice wadda hell bulnosaur...

ok i admittedly dont know anything abt pretty much anyone here except vaguely soobin and beomgyu but :0 based off my limited knowledge abt beomgyu, his classes seem fitting sdkfhsdf i feel like i've seen stuff abt him like. being kinda trickster-y before but i might be wrong!!

i love how much thought u put into all of these!! its so cool to read though omg <3 thank u for sharing!!

[sluttyten]

sweet like honey || part ii.

sweet like honey || part i

summary: you haven’t been able to stop thinking about another guy joining you in bed with johnny and seonghwa. there are so many choices, but in the end there’s only one that works out.

length: 17,755

tags: smut, threesome, foursome, daddy kink, slight cuckoldry?, blowjobs, more kinky stuff

It’s a very happy thing to be caught between and taken care of by two very handsome men. Johnny and Seonghwa make you happy. And it’s not that they’re not enough for you because they certainly are, but ever since that first night that you had the pair of them together, something that was said has stuck with you.

The hint or suggestion or idea of what it would be like to have a third man in bed with you.

For weeks later, your mind reeled with that thought. Every time one of them touched you. Every time you were at work, personally working with a boy group or any male idol, you analyzed every single moment and wondered what it would be like to invite the member in each group that you were most attracted to.

When you spent a part of a day with Seventeen, you felt drawn to Myungho and Wonwoo, Mingyu, and Joshua. All four of them (well, the whole group really) were attractive, and those four attracted you in various ways that had you falling into bed with Seonghwa and Johnny that night to tell them about the fantasies your mind had concocted.

There was a day you were with Stray Kids, and Bang Chan’s gaze lingered a moment longer than the rest of the guys. You’d heard how his fans liked when he said “baby girl” and you’d even seen the clips a few times, and in those few seconds his gaze lingered, you heard his voice in your mind, that beautiful accent making “baby girl” sound so sexy.

Another day, you teased Seonghwa by asking him if he had any idea if San or Yunho would be interested in joining you in bed. That pissed him off enough that by the time you left your legs wobbled from the overstimulation, and your thighs were marked up with bruises from his mouth, and you were so pleased that you didn’t want to leave his bed except that you had work in the morning and his roommate was coming back soon.

For a brief hour, you’d seriously considered whether Got7′s Jinyoung would be a good choice. He smelled amazing and looked stunning. Same thing with Monsta X’s I.M. He was handsome and funny when you were showing them to the stage, and you caught him and Shownu looking at you more than once.

Once you briefly entertained Johnny by guiding his hand between your legs and whispering to him about a dream you’d had featuring him and Jaehyun after you’d gone with Johnny and him to the gym. “His muscles, Johnny,” You moaned as his fingers curled inside you, and still you whispered, “Imagine fucking me with him.” And he’d played along, amused by you for the time being, but afterwards he shut it down. There would be none of his members joining you in bed.

There were many male idols you considered and let your imagination run wild with. But eventually you would have to decide on one who you could easily imagine filling you up with Johnny and Seonghwa.

“Your dirty imagination is going to get you into trouble one of these days.” Johnny told you, stroking your hair as Seonghwa penetrated you from the back.

You loved the nights that you could have them together, when they could excuse themselves from their dorms and come over to your place. Although you absolutely loved having alone time with either of them, there was nothing that quite compared to having them both at the same time. It often led to Seonghwa whispering dirty names in your ear, Johnny moaning and calling you his little whore. You loved how filthy they made you feel.

Seonghwa bottomed out, pushing you higher in Johnny’s lap. He reached around to cup one of your tits. “You’re only a naughty girl for us, aren’t you, kitten?”

Their kitten, their sweetheart, their sweet sugar baby.

Multiple times now they’ve both offered to keep you comfortable if you leave your job. But you love the work too much. And, not that you would admit it to either of them, but you don’t put enough faith in this semblance of a relationship to quit your job and solely rely on their money to keep you in your home with food on the table. There was still no real name put to this. They didn’t call you a girlfriend, you didn’t call them your boyfriends.

So when the day came that you were at work, rushing to arrive on time due to horrible traffic, you came skidding through the mist, the rain dampening your hair to your face, soaking through your sleeves, and when you ran down the hallway, your shoes squeaked and slid over the floor.

You were so focused on wiping the rain from your eyes, trying to sort out your hair, that you weren’t actually watching where you were going, and you went crashing through a group as they sleepily shuffled into their waiting room.

Three of the guys scattered, two of them reached to steady you. All of them made alarmed noises.

“I’m so sorry!” You apologized, reaching back to the hands that reached for you. “I’m so sorry! Sorry!” You bowed apologetically and then hurried away, feeling embarrassed as you rushed down the hall to find your boss and learn who you were going to be in charge of for the day.

You find yourself returning to the scene you had just fled from moments before, although this time you had yourself somewhat sorted out and the earpiece in your ear had the voices of your coworkers buzzing through it occasionally. You slipped through the door of the dressing room, bowing and greeting them all kindly.

“Hello, Pentagon members and staff.” You introduced yourself, laid down the rules, the parameters of your job for them today. You internally prayed that none of them recognized you as the girl who’d barreled into them not so long ago. 

But no sooner have you finished speaking than Wooseok, the tallest member of the group, gives you a strange look and says, “Didn’t you just try to run us over in the hallway? And now you’re taking care of us today? Should we really trust you to do that?”

You blushed. 

Fighting through your embarrassment, you smile and answer, “That was before I had my coffee. You’re in good hands now, I promise.”

That seemed to satisfy him for the moment. He smiled at you. His warm, dark eyes lingered on you for a moment before he looked back at the stylist who was trying to work with his hair. 

You took the moment to check your phone. 

There was still a bit of time before you had to worry about getting them to the stage for their rehearsal. You looked around at them, counting heads, running over their names and faces that you had on the sheet of paper on your clipboard. Your gaze returned to the photo of Wooseok on the paper then the Wooseok sitting across the room from you.

He was handsome. Tall, big, strong looking. Just your type.

Your phone buzzed in your hand. A message from Seonghwa appeared on the screen. Two hearts and a sweet “good morning sweetheart”.

You smiled as you typed out a response. Just as you hit send and move to tuck your phone away, a voice asks, “Your boyfriend?”

Wooseok is standing closer to you now, leaning over as he digs through a bag on the floor. 

“What?” 

“Was that your boyfriend you were just texting? A smile like that must be for someone special.” He straightens up, and you hold your breath for a second, taking in the size of him. He’s tall, and this close to you, you feel small and a little flame hops to life in your belly.

You shake your head. “Not a boyfriend.”

“Husband?” Wooseok asks, trying to hide a crestfallen tone. When you shake your head to the negative for that too, he brightens somewhat and turns away. “Interesting.”

You try to hold back a smile. He’s interested. You’re interested.

The next step is to message your other two boys. Though you suspect Johnny’s not awake yet, you send your message to them both in the same chat. It’s not that you’re necessarily asking them for permission to pursue this thing with Wooseok, but that’s sort of exactly what you’re doing. You want their feedback, their input on who joins you in bed. 

And you do hope that if Wooseok is genuinely interested in you, he’d be interested in sharing you with Johnny and Seonghwa. Just for one time. 

Back when you addressed this little fantasy, whispering it to the boys a few days after that first time, you’d all talked it over and decided that it could be something you’d try. But only just once. 

“It’s hard enough sharing you with Johnny,” Seonghwa said, pushing the older man’s hand from where he’d reached to fondle your chest. “I don’t need another horny asshole trying to steal you from me all the time.” To which you’d just laughed and pushed him onto his back so you could sit on him and kiss him.

Seonghwa responds in a timely fashion, just a simple, “Whatever you want, you know I’m good with.”

Johnny doesn’t respond until two hours later as you’re leading Pentagon toward the stage. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and when you check the message, all Johnny had to say was: “you do have a size kink don’t you, sweet girl?”

And God. Yeah, you do. But you didn’t expect him to call you out on it like that.

Before you can put your phone away, another message comes through from him. “If you want him, see if he wants this. I’m down for whatever if Seonghwa is.” 

There’s your all-clear.

You step aside and gesture toward the stage for the members, smiling and waiting for them to pass by. Wooseok is the last, fidgeting with his stage outfit, the in-ear, his hair. He pauses beside you, giving you a sideways look. 

Cautiously, you reach out, tug lightly on the vest he’s wearing for the performance, just trying to straighten it a bit. “You look great. Good luck up there.”

Wooseok gives you a lingering look, and then climbs the stairs to the stage to join the rest of his members. 

Back at their dressing room afterwards, you stand outside the door. You have no reason to be with them anymore. You’ve fulfilled your role for the day, and now all that’s left is heading back into the small office to talk with your boss before you leave, but you find yourself hanging around outside, hoping for one more chance to talk to Wooseok. You’re not sure how to broach the subject with him. With Seonghwa and Johnny it was easy, they slipped you their numbers and things developed from there. 

The door opens, catching you by surprise. 

Wooseok steps out, and when he spots you still standing there, he grins. “I was hoping to see you again before we leave. About earlier, when I was asking you about your boyfriend, I was only asking because I was wondering if you’d like to...”

You cut him off. “Full disclosure, I am sort of seeing two guys too, but yes, I would like to hang out with you.”

Wooseok pauses, looks around, glances back through the door into the dressing room and then lets it fall closed. He steps closer to you, and part of you wants to take a step back, but you don’t. You just look all the way up at his face.

“Oh. Two guys?” He asks. You nod, waiting. “And is it serious?”

“Yes and no. They know about each other. And it’s been like two months with both of them, but I’m not a girlfriend for either of them.” Your stomach twists a little. This somehow feels like you’re being dishonest, although nothing you’ve said is a lie. 

Wooseok nods, his face giving away nothing of what he’s thinking. Until finally he says, “Okay. Well, I don’t mind that. I’m not really looking for anything serious either.” His voice dips lower as a dressing room farther along the hall opens and another group and their staff come pouring out. “My group has a history with trying to do relationships, you know?”

You do. You remember that drama surrounding Hyuna and Hyojong’s relationship coming to light. 

“Are you just looking for something, like....” Your gaze drops, sliding down his body to the front of his pants. “Or, like just a casual more kind of friendly relationship?”

Wooseok glances away, his cheeks ever-so-faintly pink as he tells you, “Less of a friendly relationship. Oh my God.” He covers his face with his hands. “I can’t believe I’m just like, discussing this out in the hallway. With you. I just met you this morning, but you’re really pretty, like my ideal type.”

Now it’s your turn to blush again. “Well, Jung Wooseok, I think we should talk some more about this. Maybe in private next time?” You pass him your phone quickly and subtly, and he enters in his information for you to message him. “See you around.”

He nods, slipping back into the dressing room. “See you.”

Jung Wooseok does not disappoint. The gentle giant that he is, he is so tender with you when you make out on your sofa. He lifts you into his lap. Buttery soft moans slip from his lips when you grind on him, clutching his shirt and making your own needy noises. 

He’s not too experienced. He fumbles a bit while undressing you and he doesn’t last long enough to get you to orgasm too, but he makes up for it with his fingers inside you, his mouth on your nipples. He’s gentle and good to you, so caring and soft. Incredibly soft when you run your fingers through his hair, he closes his eyes and sucks at your breast, his fingers stroking smoothly inside you until your legs curl up, closing around his hand. And he holds you, laughs as you whine when he keeps fingering you, and then he kisses your forehead.

You’d told him already that this wasn’t going to be able to be a continuous fuckbuddy kind of relationship. 

“I have my two other guys. They’re possessive.” You tell him afterwards as Wooseok is getting dressed again on the edge of your bed. 

“Do they know about me?” Wooseok asks, a strange hard edge to his voice. 

You nod silently. Wooseok has to turn to see the answer from you, and when he does, he immediately turns away again. You scoot closer. “But Wooseok, can I tell you something?” He doesn’t give you an answer one way or the other, so you say, “They’re very possessive. Like, they share me. Together. And it’s not really as casual as I think I may have led you to believe.”

With that he turns to look more sharply at you, his brows drawn together, his discerning gaze scanning your face. “What do you mean by that?”

You take a deep breath. “With them it started out like with us. Like, very similar with us, but back then I didn’t mean it to.” You sigh, nibble at your lip nervously before admitting to him, “They’re also both idols. But both of them approached me, it’s not like I’m chasing male idols down to bed them or anything like that. But they approached me almost at the same time, and I said yes to both of them, and then they found out about each other and then we just sort of started hooking up together more than apart. And they mentioned something once about sharing me with another guy, just for one night. I spent weeks looking for another guy, and I swear, Wooseok, you’re the first one that I thought would be a good fit.”

He looks at you suspiciously. 

“And you are a good fit. You make me feel so good, and you’re so big.” You feel warm just thinking about the all over size of him again, the feel of him over you like you’re so small. “So, I’m trying to ask you if you’d like to do that? Be the third guy?”

Wooseok looks you over for a long moment, and then he looks away, stands up from the edge of the bed and finishes dressing. You watch him fumble a bit as he fastens his pants, his hands trembling slightly. He shakes his head. “I don’t think I can do that. I’m sure it’s good for you, and if that’s what you’re into then more power to you. Having multiple guys wrapped around your finger like that must be nice. That’s just not something I’m into. I’m more of a traditional one guy, one girl kind of guy, I think.”

He finishes dressing. You pretend like your heart isn’t sinking. You walk him toward the door, and before he leave you stretch up on your toes and kiss him once again. His hand slides around, large palm and fingers spreading over the small of your back. 

“I had fun tonight.” Wooseok tells you. “If you ever change your mind and you want me back in your bed. Just me and you. Let me know.”

“Sorry it didn’t work out.” Johnny says around the spoon in his mouth. 

You’re sitting together cross-legged on the floor of the practice room where he’s just finished practice with his other members. They’ve all left to go grab something to eat, but Johnny invited you to meet up with him, so now here you sit, eating cups of yogurt, sandwiches, and a coffee you brought him.

You shrug. “It’s okay. I’m not gonna force this. And he was okay, made me feel good enough, but I think it was his size more than talent. He was really gentle with me too, not dominant like you two.” 

“So is the search starting again? Gonna find another guy to tempt into your bed for a trial run before you bring him to the real deal?” Johnny leans back on his hands to look at you. “Have you told Seonghwa that you fucked him?”

“No, he’s overseas right now. I’m not going to bother him with this, but I’m sure he’ll be happy to hear that it’s not going to work out. He didn’t seem too supportive of my choice.”

Johnny shakes his foot, tapping it against your leg. “He’ll support whatever you want. You’ve got him fully under you spell, baby.”

“Oh yeah?”

He nods.

“And what about you? Do I have you under my spell, Johnny Suh?” You sit up, crawl forward until you’re straddling his lap. “Are you telling me that you wouldn’t support me with whatever I want? If I told you that I want you to sit by and watch while I fuck the next big, muscled, handsome idol that I see, you wouldn’t do it?”

“I would. But only because I want to see that. Don’t forget who’s in charge, baby.” Johnny puts a hand on your ass, leans in until his lips are half an inch from yours.

The door opens, and you both jerk and turn to look. You almost fall off of Johnny’s lap, but then you’re looking at Chanyeol who just walked into the room with Sehun beside him, both of them looking at you and Johnny tangled there on the floor.

“Hey, hyungs.” Johnny smiles, waving awkwardly. You scramble to untangle yourself, face flaming as you greet the two of them. “Perfect timing. She was just telling me--”

You slap your hand over Johnny’s mouth before he can say another word, but he frowns at you, takes your wrist, and pulls your hand away. Although both Chanyeol and Sehun would fit the description that you just gave Johnny, you don’t want him to tell them that.

“She was just telling me,” Johnny repeats, looking you in the eye as he says, “How big of an EXO fan she was before she met me. Go on, baby, tell them.”

You know you’re obviously blushing as you look at the two men still frozen in the doorway. “I was-- I am a big fan of EXO. All of you, everything you do, you’re all amazing.”

They thank you, and when Johnny teasingly suggests that you should take a picture with them, you slap his arm. He takes your wrist in his hands, then tells his sunbaes, “We’re leaving if you wanted the room. Sorry.”

That was awkward and you run from the room as soon as you can, Johnny trailing behind you as he chats with Sehun for a moment. You try to catch your imagination before it runs away from you, making a fantasy where Chanyeol pins you to the wall of mirrors in that room and fucks you while Johnny watches.

You don’t talk to him as you exit the building, and it’s only when you’re halfway to your place that Johnny finally breaks the silence. “Did you really think I was going to tell them right there that you told me you would fuck the next guy you saw that exactly fits their descriptions? I’m not trying to let everyone I know think that I like being cuckolded.”

“Oh my God, you’re not being cuckolded!” 

A week later with Seonghwa still gone and Johnny busy, it was difficult to run it by them when you found another eager idol. 

Changkyun of Monsta X had flirted with you in the past, smiling and making jokes and very obviously checking you out. And then he’s back, laughing loudly with his head thrown back, arms over the back of the seats to either side of him, his legs spread invitingly as he then looks at you, cocking his head a bit to the side.

You would be lying if you said the way he looked at you didn’t make you wet. He looked so cocky and hot, like he wanted you.

Your boss had instructed you that Monsta X was going to participate in a skit, that you were to lead them to the smaller shooting studio. The members chat among themselves on the way there, you talk with one of your coworkers, and it’s not until they’re halfway finished shooting that your coworker nudges you.

“I.M. keeps looking at you.” She whispers, hiding her smile behind her hand. 

“Maybe he’s looking at you.” You cross your legs, try to ignore the throbbing want between them. 

She swats at you. “Yeah, that’s not it. He’s definitely looking at you. He’s been looking at you since the moment we walked into their waiting room.”

And he definitely is checking you out. 

When you can take a moment away from the set, you step out and call Johnny, just wanting to hear his voice, wanting to hear him say it’s okay for you to want Changkyun. You can’t call Seonghwa about it. If your math is right, then he’s either on stage, about to be on stage, or just getting off stage on the other side of the planet. You’re also not trying to run up your phone bill by calling all the way over there to him. 

Johnny answers after a few long rings, and you whisper your thoughts to him.

He just laughs. “Remember back when I thought you were mine?” 

You just whine exasperatedly. “Johnny. Come on.”

“I know, you’re horny, baby girl. Neither of us have been around to play with you, and now you’ve got another man wrapped up in your spell.” Johnny lowers his voice. “I’ve never heard anything negative about him, so if you want to, then go for it. Are you going to keep us a secret from him too? Isn’t that what ruined it with Wooseok?”

“Do you want me to tell him about you two?” You cover your mouth and whisper as a team passes by. 

“Tell him our plan. Don’t tell him our names until he tells you yes.” Johnny says, “Be a good girl for him, yeah?”

He doesn’t have to tell you that. You’re always a good girl. You end the call a moment later as your coworker pops her head out to tell you to come back inside. 

The group has a bit of down time between finishing this and when they need to go to the stage, so when your coworker begins leading the group back to their waiting room, you linger at the back of the group and Changkyun stands beside you. His arm brushes yours, and you look up at him. 

There’s not truly an exchange of words, just looks passed between you both, and needy throbbing pulse when his fingers touch your wrist. You take his arm and pull him away from the group.

It’s very risky to do this where you work while you’re meant to be working, while you’re meant to be escorting him back to his waiting room with his group. 

But he seems just as into it as you are.

There’s an empty waiting room, unused today, and you push the door open, flip on the lights, and drag Changkyun in behind you. He pins you against the door, and his lips press hot to yours. You cling to his neck, curling your fingers against the little hairs brushing the back of his neck. 

His hands dip into the waistband of your pants, tugging your shirt free so he can get his fingers on your warm skin.

You moan, but push at his shoulders lightly to get him to back off for a breath. He does, but only to kiss down your throat, licking a hot stripe over your exposed collarbone. 

“Do you want me?” He murmurs, and his fingers on your skin slip south, teasing at the elastic of your panties. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you when we came here, and the way you’ve been looking at me all day. Shit, pretty girl, I don’t even know your name, but you’ve got me so hard.” Changkyun grinds forward so you can feel his erection against your hip. 

You whisper your name, barely able to even summon your voice to do that as his fingers push into your panties, sliding right down into your wet heat. You shift your hips forward into his touch, roll your head back against the door. You clear your throat and repeat you name. “That’s my name. But, uh, before--” Your words cut off with a moan as he plays with your clit, but you swallow it down and force the words out. “I should tell you, I am sort of seeing, uh, two other guys. I’m only here because they want....”

“Want what?” Changkyun mouths at the sensitive spot just beneath your jaw. You feel like putty melting at his touch, liquid in his hands. “They want you to be fucked properly? Look how wet you are for me and I’ve barely touched you, pretty girl. So wet and naughty, coming along with me to let me touch you when we’re both supposed to be working. This is what your boyfriends want?”

You shake your head, gasp for breath as he slides one finger inside you. “They want someone to join us in bed.” You feel so flushed, both from the things he’s doing to you and also because of what you’re telling him. You’re nearly strangers, but here you are letting him finger you in a waiting room and pleading for him to come fuck you along with Seonghwa and Johnny. 

“Bet you’d look so pretty with your lips stretched around a cock, getting fucked from behind.” He drags one thumb over your bottom lip, and your mouth falls open just a little, and Changkyun takes that as an invitation to touch the pad of his thumb to your tongue. You close your lips around him and suck, meeting his gaze and holding it as you suck and lave your tongue over the digit. “Shit, do they know what they’re offering up? Giving you free rein to fuck any idol that wants to? Don’t they know they’re going to lose you to someone hotter, richer than them?”

“They’re idols too.” His thumb falls from your lips, dropping down to massage your breasts through your top. His damp thumb rubs circles over your nipple, and you press your chest into his touch, grind down on his fingers inside you. 

Changkyun frowns at that, but it vanishes from his face a second later, replaced instead with a cocky smirk. He drags his fingers from your pussy and steps back, leaving you cold and hornier than before, but he takes hold of your hand and leads you over to a sofa against the wall.

When he sits down, his legs are spread wide apart, his bulge straining against the front of his pants. 

“They must not fuck you right for you to need three men warming your bed, pretty girl.” Changkyun tugs you down into his lap. “Maybe you need a real man to fuck your drenched cunt. If I fuck you, you might not want to go back to him.”

His confidence is over the top. You want to tell him that Seonghwa and Johnny have satisfied you more than anyone else ever has, but instead you keep your mouth shut, just wanting him to make you cum now. You proposed your invitation, and it’s up to him to accept or not, though it’s really beginning to sound like he has no intention of joining in, just bragging on himself and thinking he can steal you away. Which maybe, if the relationship with them was newer, he would’ve stood a chance, but this is months in the making now and you love having Seonghwa and Johnny inside you. Changkyun would have to have some bomb ass dick to sway you from them.

You pull his mouth back to yours, grinding down on his erection. 

You feel your phone buzz in your back pocket, and Changkyun smiles into the kiss, his hand moving to your ass and he pulls your phone out to look at the notification. 

“Johnny, huh? Is that one of your boyfriends, pretty girl?” He drops your phone to the side. 

A heavy weight falls into your stomach, and suddenly you can taste guilt on your tongue. You glance over at your phone once then again, and when Changkyun grabs you by the chin to turn your attention to him again, you find that you’re no longer as turned on as before. Not even close.

You shake your head and close your eyes. His lips brush your throat.

“Stop. I can’t do this.” 

You push his hands away, and Changkyun falls back easily, letting you slip off his lap and scoop up your phone. It’s just a short message with a photo. “Be a good girl” and a mirror selfie with his large hand spread over his thigh.

“Are you really leaving me like this?” Changkyun asks, gesturing to the bulge in the front of his pants. 

You’re not sure where this guilt truly came from. You had been enjoying yourself with his tongue in your mouth, his hands on your body, but just that simple reminder of Johnny had put you off. 

You shake your head at him again. “Sorry, I can’t.” 

The way that he drops his head back with a groan, his hand sliding into his lap to cup his bulge, it sends another pulse of guilt through you.

“But, if you want, I guess... I could give you a hand?” You offer half-heartedly. 

Changkyun jerks his head. “No, I’m not gonna make you do that. I just need a few minutes, then I’ll head back to the waiting room. Don’t worry, I know the way so you don’t have to wait for me.” You hover there for another few seconds as his fingers work at the button of his pants, and then he looks back over at you again. In the gentlest voice you’ve heard from him yet, he says, “Seriously, I understand. Don’t stand there looking at me like that, like you’re worried about hurting my feelings or anything. Go, before they all get suspicious.”

So you leave, slipping through the door and escaping back toward his group’s waiting room. 

You’re halfway there when the guilt swamps you again and the tingle of hot tears builds in your eyes. You grab your phone again and dial Johnny’s number. As it rings, the guilt gnaws at your insides. You really did that, almost fucked Changkyun at work without Johnny or Seonghwa truly giving you any form of a go-ahead to mess around with someone without them. 

Your tears spill out, and you sink to the floor of the hallway in a crouch, trying to hold yourself together as you cry like you haven’t in ages.

He picks up a moment later, sounding out of breath when he says, “Hey, Y/N.”

“Johnny, I’m sorry.” You hiccup, breathing raggedly through the tears. 

His breathless greeting turns quickly to panic, as he asks, “Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” 

You wipe at your foolish tears. “I’m fine. I’m sorry. I didn’t let him fuck me, but I’m sorry still. I feel bad and gross for doing this without you two. And he kept saying things like he was going to steal me away from you two.” You sniffle and feel more warm tears spilling from your eyes. 

“It’s alright, baby girl. Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nod your head, press the phone more against your ear, cradling it against your cheek as if it can give you the same comfort as having him there with you. “Please don’t tell Seonghwa about this, though. He doesn’t need to know. It was a mistake.”

“Do you still want what we’ve been talking about? Or is this the end of that?” 

You do still want it, you think. But no more doing this without either of them. It feels like a betrayal of sorts to cut them out. “I still want it, but only with you and him there. If neither of you are there, it just feels wrong.”

Johnny hums pleasantly in agreement before his tone dips more towards that deeper dominant tone that you love so much. “That’s good, baby. You know why?”

“Because I’m yours.”

“That’s right. Now wipe your tears, clean yourself up, and get back to work, sweetheart. You were a good girl today. I’ll call you again later when you’re off and when I’m finished for the day. We’ll talk some more, okay?”

And it is okay. Johnny’s voice helped you clear your mind, so you stand up, wipe your palms over your cheeks, and you step into the toilet for a moment to splash your face with some cool water, take some deep breaths, and go back to work like the events of the last fifteen minutes hadn’t happened at all.

Seonghwa was lounging on your bed, hands behind his head while you rested your head on his chest. He’d only been home for a few days, and finally he was given a day off, so he came straight to you. You’d still been asleep when he snuck into your bed, his hands sliding over your bare skin, lips caressing your shoulder.

That had been hours ago.

You’d fallen back asleep together again, snuggled together. You nuzzle you’re face against the fabric of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin radiating through. “I missed you,” you mumble.

“I’m sure you did, kitten. Did Johnny not pay enough attention to you while I was away?” He strokes your hair, and you tilt your head back to look at him. He taps your nose with one finger. “I think he must not have if you had to go tangle yourself up with that tall guy from Pentagon, or lusting after IM.” He tuts. “You were quite the little slut while I was away.”

You sit up so quickly the room spins as you try to focus on him. “Seonghwa—“

“Don’t try to deny it, kitten.” He sits up as well, pushing his hair back from his face. “I know all about it. Johnny told me how you went ahead and fucked him, how you had to have him even though he didn’t want to be involved with us.” Seonghwa shakes his head in disapproval, then says, “You really are a little slut, aren’t you? I thought it was just for Johnny and I, but you’re giving it out to anyone else who looks your way, aren’t you?”

You shake your head, twist your fingers in his shirt, and can’t wipe away the pout on your lips. “Seonghwa, no. I’m sorry. Please, I’m a good girl. I’m just for you and Johnny.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Daddy, I’m sorry.” You whimper, apologetic and ashamed, but also very turned on by his anger. It’s not like he’s really genuinely angry with you. You’ve seen him like that once after a sasaeng leapt at one of the other members at the airport. He’d been terrifying. He didn’t scare you like this right now.

“Daddy, I’m sorry.” You try to kiss him, but he turns his head at the last second so your lips only skim his cheek. “I’m yours, Seonghwa.”

His hands dig into your thighs when he drags you up into his lap. “Don’t play that game with me. I’m not Johnny. I don’t care about that possessive ‘tell me you’re mine’ shit. I just can’t believe you fucked Wooseok behind our backs. Then tried it again with IM a week later. It would be one thing if you’d asked us first, run it by us that you were planning on taking them for a test ride, but you didn’t. And I had to find out from Johnny, sweetheart. I thought you told me everything?”

Usually you did. You’d told him about your sexual relationship with Johnny nearly from the start; spilling the sordid details for him to get off to with you. Even after they knew about each other, Seonghwa still liked you to tell him about what you and Johnny did when he wasn’t around. He liked when you told him about your dreams, both the sexual and non-sexual. You talked to him about work, about family and friends, about the random thoughts that were just silly or dumb. You did talk to him about pretty much everything.

But somehow Wooseok had felt a little bit like a betrayal. IM had felt a lot like betrayal, and you couldn’t bring yourself to talk about either of those with him. Maybe you’d had a feeling deep down (so deep that you hadn’t really realized you felt it) that Wooseok only wanted you and not all the rest, so you’d kept it secret from them. But at least Changkyun had seemed somewhat interested in the prospect of your other two beaus. 

“I won’t do it again.” You promise Seonghwa now. “It’s only you, me, and Johnny from here.”

Seonghwa’s fingers rub distracting circles on your thighs. “Oh? So you don’t still want that third guy in bed with us?” You squirm in his lap until he pinches you lightly. “Because Johnny and I were also discussing that, and maybe we should introduce you to some guys that we think would be interested. Would you like that?”

Of course you would.

You nod eagerly. Perhaps too eagerly.

Seonghwa flips you over onto your back. He rolls his hips against yours, kisses at your neck, and groans. “I really did miss you too, kitten. You wanna show me what a good girl you can be?” You nod once more. Seonghwa smiles, and says, “Don’t cum until I tell you to.”

His fingers dance up under the hem of your sleep shorts, and when he reaches the apex of your thighs, he finds you bare and wet, warm and ready for his touch. You shift your hips toward his fingers, but he pulls back to swat at the side of your hip as a reprimand.

“Stay still too.”

Seonghwa works your shorts down your legs, and you flick them off to the side, before he’s parting your legs, sliding into the space between them, licking languidly over your pussy, sucking your clit between his lips.

“Missed eating you out. Did you miss me too?” He mumbles as he places scattered kisses over your inner thighs. “Maybe I should teach Johnny to improve his head game, would you like that?”

You would love to see that. Both of them kneeling between your legs, two tongues swirling against you. Maybe even their mouths brushing together against you. Seonghwa’s hand in Johnny’s hair, his voice low and dominant, telling the older man just exactly how to do it. Just thinking about it has you gushing wetness, and Seonghwa gladly licks it up, holding you against his face as he keeps going.

You want to cum so badly, so instead you grasp at handfuls of your bedsheets, attempt to squirm away from his magical lips, but Seonghwa won’t release you, and your orgasm rises fast, swelling inside you until you’re crying out “I’m so close! Please, Seonghwa, please!”

He pulls away, kisses your knee and kneels back so he’s looking down at you, flushed and messily wet, wide open and fucking needy for him.

Just the way he likes you.

He takes his time stripping down, wraps his hand around his dick to rub himself to full hardness while he looks down at you. You want to reach for him, to pull him against you, inside you, but you dare not. He pumps himself, and when he finally kneels on the bed, you could cry out in relief, but then he just moves up until he’s straddling your chest, his heavy cock hanging above your lips, waiting for the warm wet heat of your mouth. 

When you only slowly lift your head to take him into your mouth, Seonghwa reaches down, laces his fingers through your hair, and pulls you onto him, sinking his hips forward as well with a moan.

“Missed this, kitten.” He thrusts slowly, savoring the feel of your mouth around him. You can’t help reaching up to touch him now, your fingers on his hips and thighs and his butt. “I don’t know how many times I rubbed a quick one out thinking about your lips. Johnny helped with that, you know? He sent me a video of you sucking him off while I was away.”

You remembered that. One day when you surprised Johnny at his dorm when he got home from a long day of shooting, you’d whined to him about being bored and lonely, missing him and Seonghwa as they’d both been obviously busy, so he pushed you to your knees and told you to suck him off and stop whining, which you had eagerly done, doing your best to please him with your mouth, though his thoughts had clearly wandered to the other man in your lives. 

When he’d suggested sending a video of you on your knees, taking Johnny’s cock and getting your mouth filled with his cum, you moaned your agreement. And now it was finally Seonghwa’s turn to have you like that.

He lets you off to catch your breath when you pinch at his hip, and as you pull in fresh breaths, you keep your hand sliding up and down his erection, your eyes connected with his. You know you probably look a mess with saliva all over your lips and chin, but you kiss his tip sweetly anyway, dipping your tongue into his slit to taste his precum.

As sunken into what you’re doing with him as you are, you don’t hear the distant noise of your apartment door opening. Seonghwa’s head turns though, but a second later he looks back down at you with dark eyes, his fingers twisted in your hair to pull your mouth back onto his cock, and you resume blowing him.

Seonghwa releases his hold on your hair, reaching back to touch your thighs, spreading them apart as he drives his hips forward. You gag around him, drawing a guttural moan from his lips, and his fingers dip between your spread thighs, teasing over your clit, collecting your wetness before he enters you with two fingers.

So distracted are you, that you don’t notice when Seonghwa’s hands return to your hair, but the fingers inside of you keep going.

It’s not until the fingers fall away, shortly replaced by the fat head of a big cock that you notice.

You pull back from mouthing at Seonghwa, a moan spilling from your lips, and at last you see Johnny. His clothes are piled near the door, the food he’d brought over, abandoned there as well. Until just now, you’d completely forgotten that you’d invited him over this afternoon. 

He presses into you, and your walls stretch to accommodate his girth.

“Johnny!” You gasp, arching your back and digging your fingernails into Seonghwa’s thighs. Your gasp becomes a whimper when Johnny’s hands reach around Seonghwa, one dipping down to circle around the base of his cock, moving Seognhwa back toward your mouth even as Johnny sinks deeper into you.

“Fuck her mouth. We want her double-stuffed, don’t we?” They both look down at you, and you’re not sure which gaze you’re supposed to meet, so you glance back and forth between them both, tentatively licking at Seonghwa’s weeping tip. “Look at her,” Johnny coos. “Your sweet little kitten, right?”

Seonghwa rolls his shoulders and brushes Johnny’s hands away from him. You know he doesn’t like it when Johnny tries to take control of him too. “Not double-stuffed like this. Her sweet pussy, pretty ass. That kind of double-stuffed.” When he moves back from your mouth, you whine, chasing after him, but he throws one leg over you and slides away. Johnny stops fucking you. 

“Hey!” You complain, not sure which one of them to reach for first. You want Seonghwa back, but you also want Johnny to start moving again. “Come back over here.”

Johnny smacks your thigh. “Don’t talk like that.”

You close your mouth and pout up at him. “I want you. I wanna cum. Seonghwa’s being mean and told me I can’t cum. Please, Johnny.” 

He runs a hand up your body, thumbing one of your nipples. “You wanna cum, baby? Daddy punishing you for sleeping with Wooseok and IM?” You nod sadly. “Well, that’s just not right is it? He’s always telling you not to cum, but me? I wanna give you more than you can handle. Seonghwa.”

The younger guy reappears. 

“Can’t we let her feel good? Give it to her until she can’t take any more,” Johnny suggests, starting to impale you on his cock again. “You always want to be rough, denying her shit. Sometimes you’ve got to shower her with affection.”

Seonghwa snorts. “Fuck off, Suh. I was here before you.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t love when I walked in here. You saw me. You didn’t say anything or make any indication you didn’t want me here. You even opened her up for me, spread her legs, got her started with your fingers. Admit it, Seonghwa, you want me here as much as she does.”

“I just want her.” Seonghwa pushes at Johnny. 

You sit up now, and you move away, pulling off Johnny’s cock and shifting up the bed.

“Stop fighting.” You tell them. “You’re being idiots.”

Johnny opens his mouth as if to tell you again not to speak to them like that, but this isn’t some little dom-sub play in bed. You just wanted a nice fuck from even one of them, and then with both of them it would be even better, but they’re fighting and you don’t want that shit. 

“No.” You climb off the bed. “I’m not going to have either one of you fuck me if you’re going to fight. Right now, I’m getting in the shower, and if you can work your shit out, you’re welcome to join me in there. If not, you know where the door is.”

You’ve already rinsed out the shampoo and begun working conditioner through your hair when the bathroom door opens with a soft knock that you can barely hear over the sound of water on the tiles. Johnny appears first. You give him a sidelong look, then tilt your head back and keep working the conditioner through your hair. 

“I’m sorry, baby.” Johnny steps into the shower, reaching for you. Another move near the bathroom door draws your attention, and you see Seonghwa too, walking toward you too. 

Your shower’s not very big, hardly big enough for just you and Johnny, but Seonghwa comes inside too. 

“We’re both sorry.” Seonghwa carefully slips around behind you, his hands rising to your hair, twisting it up into a sleek knot on the top of your head. “We both like to be in control over you, but I guess sometimes we should just let go a little bit. Take it easy on you. Do you want that, sweetheart?”

You nod, closing your eyes when his lips touch the side of your throat.  “Sometimes I just want you both. I just want you both to make me cum. Like with the pair of you, it shouldn’t take too long, you know? But you always want to draw it out and sometimes I feel like I’m fraying more than just snapping, which is the sweeter orgasm sometimes.” 

“We can do that,” Seonghwa promises.

He mouths at your neck, Johnny reaches for your hips. Both of them are still hard. The shower’s spray burns over the tops of your shoulders, drips down your chest, from the tips of your breasts. 

Smoothly and quickly, Johnny lifts your legs, Seonghwa’s hands take Johnny’s place on your hips, helping hold you up as Johnny slides his thick cock right into you. 

You cling to him, wrapping your legs around his hips, your arms around his neck, a soft cry leaving your lips. He bounces you on his cock. Seonghwa reaches under you too, a finger stroking your entrance where Johnny stretches you open, and slowly, Seonghwa fits his finger inside you beside Johnny. 

“Want both of you inside me. Please.” You roll your head back against Seonghwa’s shoulder, and his lips drag over your cheek. “I need you both like that. Get me ready to be fucked by another guy too.”

Seonghwa bites at your throat. “Are you really thinking about another mystery man when you’ve got both of us? Is Johnny’s cock not enough for you? You need mine and another one too?”

“She wants her pussy torn apart.” Johnny grunts, fucking up into you in a way that makes you squeal and reach for the wall just to steady yourself a little bit. 

“Her size kink?” Seonghwa laughs, finally fitting the one finger fully inside, getting started on stretching you to take his second along with Johnny’s cock. “You like big boys, sweetheart? Tall boys, big cocks? Was Wooseok big? IM?”

You feel like you shouldn’t answer that. 

“You want another big guy to fuck you with us?” Johnny asks. “Who is there?”

Seonghwa pumps his fingers inside you, spreads them apart and that stretch burns a little. You whine and suck in a sharp breath. He kisses your shoulder, and Johnny lifts his hands to caress your breasts. 

“Seventeen’s Mingyu is a big guy,” Seonghwa suggests. “Bet he has a big cock.”

“Spend a lot of time thinking about other guy’s cocks, Seonghwa?” Johnny teases. You suppose Seonghwa gave him a withering look because Johnny continues, “Jaehyun’s friends with him. He might be able to make an introduction. Would you like that, baby? You know Mingyu, right? You’ve worked with him before?”

You shake your head. “Not him. You think you have me pegged. Big boys aren’t just my type.”

“No?” Seonghwa gets a third finger inside you. “Then who? Us and Wooseok are the best evidence we have. So give us some other examples, kitten. Who else would you like to fuck you?”

You have a couple names and faces that rise in your mind. Seventeen’s Minghao whose long fingers and handsome looks have attracted you. Once you’d watched VAV’s Lou and considered that he’d probably treat you right in bed. Bang Chan, the leader of Stray Kids. And also, the best example you can think of to give them that would show that your type isn’t always a tall, big guy:

“San would be pretty nice to fuck.” You gasp.

Seonghwa immediately smacks your ass, curls a hand around your throat from behind, and growls in your ear. “Say that again.”

“Or Jimin from BTS. God, he’s shorter than both of you, but something tells me he’s got a good cock that would be so good for me.” 

Seonghwa spanks you once more. Johnny grinds his cock into you. You moan, scrape your nails over his shoulder. Seonghwa bites at your throat again, and then you feel his fingers slip out of you. Johnny pulls his hips back until just the tip of his cock is inside you. Seonghwa fits his cockhead right there too, and then they both press into you. 

“Oh, shit. Wait, wait.” You squeeze Johnny’s shoulder. “Too much. Go slower, please.” 

Seonghwa slides in deeper, but Johnny hesitates there, waits for you to nod a go-ahead, and then Johnny eases into you too. You feel so full with both of them inside of you like that, pressed between them like the cream between two cookies, double-stuffed.

You giggle at the thought.

“What are you laughing about?” Seonghwa’s tongue traces the shell of your ear. 

“I’m double-stuffed, like an Oreo.” 

Johnny rolls his eyes and smiles, dips forward to kiss you. 

They move inside you together, stirring you quickly toward orgasm. You clutch at Seonghwa’s hair while he runs his lips over your neck and cheeks and shoulders. Johnny’s hands touch you everywhere else, pinching your nipples, caressing your thighs.

It’s Johnny who cums first, spurting into you while Seonghwa keeps going, and you cling to Johnny as support when your orgasm follows just moments later, his fingers on your clit, his cum leaking out of you with each of Seonghwa’s thrusts.

“Seonghwa, please!” You moan, attempting to grind down into his thrusts. “Please cum in me.”

“Nasty kitty,” he teases, nipping at your shoulder. His fingers dig into your hips then, rolling his hips into you, a very pleasant and steady move that has your sensitive bits tingling warmly again.

You whine and lay your head on Johnny’s shoulder, legs squeezing around him as the way that Seonghwa’s making you feel. Another orgasm peels through you, and you shudder and shake, muffle your moans against Johnny’s damp skin.

“Seonghwa.” Johnny’s voice is a command, echoing through the bathroom.

Seonghwa’s rhythm falls apart then. He plants himself deep inside you, throbbing and pulsing you full of his cum. He kisses your neck and shoulders, and when you pull your face back from the crook of Johnny’s neck, Seonghwa curls a hand lightly around your throat to direct your mouth to his.

You kiss languidly there for a moment, Seonghwa’s tongue twisting with yours while the shower runs and their combined semen leaks from you. Johnny kisses you too, first mouthing at your cheek, and then when Seonghwa pulls away, he captures your lips, tasting your sound of disapproval when Seonghwa steps away from you, leaving your pussy empty around nothing.

As Johnny and Seonghwa carefully help you lower your legs to the shower floor, your wobbly knees and tingly feet slide on the wet tile. Seonghwa loops an arm around your waist to steady you, murmuring a “Careful, sweetheart” before he releases you again, stepping back once more.

The water’s gone cold now, and you shiver when it finally hits you without Seonghwa there to block the majority of it. But his warm hands wash down your back, Johnny’s hands comb through your hair, rinsing out the conditioner at long last. They help wash you down quickly, and then the three of you step out of the shower.

Johnny wraps you in a towel and lifts you in his arms, and you watch over his shoulder as Seonghwa wraps a towel around his waist and checks himself out in the mirror for a moment before following after you. Johnny drops you lightly on the bed, and you look up at your two boys, feeling that ache in your core from having them both inside you, and you realize that you definitely want more.

As rare as it was for both of your boys to have a break at the same time, you’d never expected that they would secretly plan a trip for you. Not much of a trip, honestly. Just a full weekend with the two of them at a fancy hotel across the city, dinner reservations, shopping, a spa package. 

“We want to treat you well. Our baby.” Johnny tapped his fingers under your chin and kissed you lightly on the lips. “And we have another surprise for you too.”

“Oh?” You looked over to Seonghwa. He was staring up at the ceiling, turning his phone over and over in his hands. “Did you two choose a third guy finally?”

In the few weeks that had passed since you’d had them both inside you, you knew they’d been arguing about who to invite into bed. They’d taken your suggestions, made some of their own. Any time one of them decided on someone they wouldn’t mind sharing you with, the other came up with some reason that it wouldn’t work out.

“You’ll have to wait and see.” Johnny stood, stretching his arms up over his head. “I should go. Jaehyun already texted me he’s on his way there, and if I’m late because I was here, he’s going to be pissed. See you later.” He kisses you again one last time, and then reaches over to lightly hit Seonghwa to catch his attention. “Later.”

“Later.” Seonghwa mumbles, watching Johnny walk out your bedroom door. 

You roll onto your back and then shuffle over to his side, lay your hand over both of his where he’s still worrying over his phone. “Are you okay? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

He shakes his head. “I’m fine, just thinking about this weekend.”

“With a frown?” You touch the crease between his eyebrows and it smooths out instantly. “If you’re having doubts about anything....”

“I’m not. Don’t worry.” Seonghwa flips onto his side, raising his head up on his elbow so he can look down at you. He taps his finger against your nose. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, kitten. Just thinking about how after this weekend things might change.”

Now it’s your turn to frown. “Change how?”

Seonghwa’s expression changes to mirror your own, and he sighs, flopping back onto his back. “I don’t know. I like how things are between you and me. I like how things are with Johnny too. I think the three of us have made this whole thing into something really comfortable albeit non-traditional. But what do we call this? Are we just fuckbuddies? Friends with benefits? Are you my....”

“Girlfriend?” You prompt.

Seonghwa nods, once more staring up at the ceiling. “Exactly. And if we start calling it that, then is Johnny that too? Would that make him....”

“Your boyfriend?” You fill in for him again.

Seonghwa groans, raising his hands to his face. “And if we add another guy into our bed this weekend, what then? What does that make all of this? Are we just your sugar daddies, sugaring you with a good weekend, or are we like your pimps, fucking you and inviting another man to come fuck you?”

“I think you’re overthinking everything.” You sit up again, put a hand on his chest over his heart. “You and Johnny are good to me, and I love it. I love having sex with you both, spending time with you both. Any time that you bring me presents or do anything to make me feel special is amazing. If you want me to be your girlfriend, all you have to do is ask. Whenever you’re ready.”

He doesn’t ask then. He doesn’t even say anything else. 

Shortly after that you leave with him to go meet up with San and Mingi, and the subject of your relationship with Seonghwa or with Johnny doesn’t come up again until that weekend.

You meet them at the hotel that weekend. 

It’s shortly after eight o’clock at night when you arrive, already dressed in the presents they’d both delivered to you. A deep burgundy colored dress from Johnny. Heels and jewelry and a coat from Seonghwa. 

The man behind the check-in desk shows you up to the room, and you want to curse at both of your boys the moment you lay eyes on the room. 

A gorgeous suite, overlooking the brilliance of the city at night. There’s a large bed, a spacious bathroom with a huge jacuzzi tub. There’s champagne and roses and the lights are even dimmed to create a romantic moodlighting. 

You leave your bag beside the door, shrug out of your coat, which you hang in the coat closet. 

And it’s then that you hear faint music, light chatter.

You follow the sound of it toward the balcony, and through the sheer curtains you can make out the fuzzy, candlelit glow of a dinner table set with a full meal and dessert, wine and champagne, and both Johnny and Seonghwa are sitting there, dressed just as exquisitely as you are. And they’re not alone.

As you step out onto the balcony, all three of the men look up at you.

Seonghwa smiles, gaze running over the lovely shape of you in that flattering burgundy dress. Johnny bites his lip, consuming you with his eyes as well. 

The third man gapes, before gasping, “Wow, you look stunning. I’m Chris. Chan. Bang Chan.”

You smile. “I know who you are. It’s nice to meet you.” 

Seonghwa smirks. “Take a seat, kitten.” The chair opposite his scoots out from under the table, the tip of Seonghwa’s shiny shoe edging the seat out a bit further. He nods, “Sit.”

You do just that. 

Johnny sits forward, resting his elbows on the table, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin on them. “You look beautiful, baby, like a pretty present.”

And you are a present, aren’t you? Wrapped up all nice and pretty for Chan to unwrap. 

The dinner starts off innocent enough. You’d shown up perfectly on time, so the food was all still fresh and warm. The room service cart had been taken away just moments before your arrived. Johnny pops a bottle of champagne, pours a glass for each of you, and then the meal begins, chatting over the dishes the hotel’s chef had made exquisitely. 

The boys tell you all about how they’d approached Chan, how he knew exactly who you were as soon as they began talking about you. And he blushed and buried himself in his drink as soon as Seonghwa began laughing about how eager Chan had been for the opportunity to fall into bed with you. 

“When he heard that you belong to us though, he hesitated a bit.” Seonghwa grins, and you shiver at the feel of his foot knocking your knees apart beneath the table, moving up between your thighs until he strokes you over your panties. “But we all know that no one can pass up on the prospect of touching you, sweetheart. Even when he’s blushing like a virgin with you sitting beside him looking like this.”

And Chan certainly was blushing, now picking at the food on his plate, avoiding looking at you. 

Seonghwa’s foot rubs against you again, and you bite your lip to keep from letting out a breathy noise as you stare across the table at him. His face gives nothing away, he continues eating and drinking, conversing with Johnny and Chan. But then Johnny looks at you, and although he was in the middle of saying something, he hesitates and watches you closer before he slowly turns to Seonghwa, who by this point is also obviously watching you, half-smirking.

When Chan finally turns a curious eye toward you, Johnny clamps a hand on Seonghwa’s thigh, and his foot falls away from you.

You slump in your chair with a sigh and a shiver. 

“Are you cold?” Chan asks, as if noticing for the first time your bare arms prickled by the cold air. Your dress is short as well, the tights beneath doing nothing to keep you warm. “We should go inside, bring the drinks in with us,” he suggests.

You shiver again, more from the way all three of the men are looking at you than just the chill in the air. “Sounds good, Chan.” You brush your hand over his thigh before you push your chair back from the table and stand. 

He looks up at you, and then his gaze falls down over your cleavage and your thighs, the way that the hem of your dress is rucked up just a bit from when you’d spread your legs for Seonghwa’s foot. 

Chan nods, pushes his fingers through his chocolate brown colored hair, and stands as well, gathering his glass and the bottle of champagne in front of him. Johnny and Seonghwa stand as well. Before you can move to follow Chan inside, Johnny grabs you by the waist, drawing you back against his chest, and murmurs low enough that Chan can’t hear, “We want to see you seduce him, baby. Okay? He wants you, but he’s hesitant to show how much he wants you in front of us. Bring that out.”

You nod. 

Inside, it’s definitely warmer and more comfortable. A sofa and two armchairs are set up with a low glass table in between, and that’s where Chan deposits his glass and the bottle. Johnny and Seonghwa bring in the other bottles of wine and champagne. They fall onto the sofa together, leaving one of the stiff-backed chairs for you and the other for Chan.

You pour yourself some wine, toe off your heels, and curl down into the chair with your knees up against yours chest. You know your boys can see your panties on display to them, but you don’t care. They’ll probably just punish you for it later and you can’t wait.

Conversation flows among you, as does the alcohol until you’ve got a really nice buzz going on. Everything feels really nice and pleasantly warm. The glow of candlelight and dimmed lighting really gives everything a romantic vibe. And the way that Johnny and Seonghwa watch your every move, their eyes following you with predatory precision, makes you want to touch yourself.

“Baby, Chan’s glass is empty, why don’t you pour him some more?” Johnny suggests, nodding at the bottle of wine that’s placed nearest to you. 

You push to your feet, wrap your fingers around the neck of the bottle, and take exactly two steps toward Chan before it all goes tits up. 

Your feet tangle together, tripping you up, and you tumble over into Chan’s lap.

“Oops!” You laugh, wiggling a bit to right yourself, but you make no effort to actually remove yourself from his lap. Especially not when you catch a whiff of his cologne. “Mmm, you smell nice.”

Chan smiles in a strained sort of way as you lay your head on his shoulder, your breath against his skin sends a shiver through him, and his hand on your hip tightens. His glass bumps against your knee and you remember what you came over here for, but more than that, now that you’re sitting here in his lap, you remember Johnny’s words to you out on the balcony.

You push upright, sit the bottle on the floor, and switch around to straddle Chan’s lap. 

He gulps, both of his hands gripping your waist as you scoot higher in his lap, feeling the bulge of his cock in his pants. “I think it’s time you stop being so shy about what we’re here for, don’t you?” You brush your fingers through his hair, and Chan rolls his head back with your touch, his eyelids flutter, and his hold on your waist squeezes.

“Mm, yeah.” Chan hums.

You glide your hands down his neck, his shoulders, over his biceps and his chest. “I don’t know if they told you, but when we were trying to think of someone to join us, you were one of the first I thought of. Ages ago. When you talk in that sexy Aussie accent, fuck, it does something to me.”

He swallows hard, and his tongue seems to tie itself in a knot because when he opens his mouth, nothing comes out. But then, “Yeah? You want me to talk dirty to you like this?” His accent is laid on rather thickly.

“Please.” You roll your hips subtly against his, and when you brush your lips against his throat, Chan moans. 

You hear Seonghwa whisper something to Johnny. Chan stiffens, as if just now remembering that the other two are there. 

“Can they watch?” You ask, kissing his throat lightly. “They really want to watch. And then I want the three of you to fuck me together.”

You feel him swallow nervously, twisting his head a bit as he turns to look back at Seonghwa and Johnny. You feel their eyes on you, watching and judging. Chan’s hands fall loosely from your waist to instead grip the arms of the chair.

You seat yourself more firmly in his lap, straightening to look at his face, and you let the straps of your dress fall down over your shoulders, and just as easily, the top half of your dress whispers down your chest to gather around your waist. Chan swallows hard as he’s faced with your tits, bare and right there. He quickly stares up at the ceiling, avoiding looking at your chest. So instead, you walk your fingers from his waist up the buttons of his shirt, over his pounding heartbeat until you cup his jaw and draw his gaze to yours.

He swallows hard again and shifts beneath your naked body. Now you can feel him, his bulge growing against your thigh.

“Chan.” You sigh, lowering your head and sinking down to grind lightly over his erection while your mouth hovers right above his. You roll your hips, your nipples brush against his chest, and Chan licks his lips, his warm breath kisses your lips even as you hold back from kissing him. You want him to make the next move. “Chan, touch me. I want you.”

He starts to turn away, to look toward Seonghwa and Johnny, but you put your hands to his jaw, and hold him right there, his lips just an inch below yours. “Forget them. Right now it’s just us, and I want you. I can tell you want me too.” You grind against his erection where it strains the front of his pants. “Wanted me from the first time you saw me, probably. Now here’s your chance, fuck me in front of them, show me that you’re worth the jealousy they’re going to have.”

This time when Chan looks away toward them, there’s a certain fire in his eyes. His hands leave the arms of the chair, slinking back to your waist, to the soft silky fabric of your dress bunched up there.

And then he lurches upward, his mouth crashing into yours. 

Chan kisses angrily, burning with passion. He clutches at your waist, pulling you closer while kissing you with enough force that you curve backwards. You moan and twist your fingers in the loose material at his shoulders, and in response Chan’s fingers span over your ribs, the heat of his fingertips on your bare skin. His touch ranges higher until his thumb traces over your nipple.

You gasp.

“So sensitive, babygirl.” He teases. He kisses down your neck, a trail from your jaw down your chest, and then he sucks your nipple right into his mouth, warm and wet, tongue flicking against your pert nipple. 

If he’d thought you were sensitive before, it was nothing to now. You arch your chest into his touch, a moan spilling from your lips. 

Chan’s other hand slides down, clutching at the skirt of your dress, bunching it up around your waist as well, and his fingers loop in the netting of your tights, slipping inside, tugging until you whine and dip your hips forward against him.

Both of his hands are on your ass before you know it, massaging, slipping between the netting, and when he tugs again, your hear the sound of the netting tearing and stretching apart. He pushes your panties aside as well, dipping two fingertips inside to lightly touch your wet lips while he still sucks at your tit.

You know that with your skirt bunched up around your waist like this, Chan’s fingers teasing against your pussy is fully visible to both of the men seated on the sofa across from you. You twist your head to the side, attempting to get a look at the pair of them, but Chan loosens a hand from your tights and tangles his hand in your hair, bringing you mouth back to his just as his fingers sink inside you.

The sound that leaves you is mostly muffled by Chan’s kiss, but still you know your boys hear you.

Seonghwa groans, and you hear Johnny softly teasing him about getting off to this. 

You want to see that, but more than that, you want what Chan is offering you. His tongue twisting with yours, his fingers plunging inside you, and you move your hips, riding his fingers.

Chan sits back now, leaning back into the chair to watch you fuck yourself on his fingers. “You gonna cum on my fingers, babygirl? Wait til you get my cock.”

And then his fingers are gone, and you sink down, grinding down on nothing, just needing more contact. But Chan lifts his hand to his lips, sucks his fingers glistening with your wetness into his mouth, cleaning them off as he looks you right in the eye.

Gone is the man who could barely look at you during dinner. 

Chan radiates a cocky confidence that turns you on more than anything right then. 

You drop your hips down again, finding his thigh right there to rub your clit against, and desperately you do just that. His fingers fall from his mouth, and you grind on his thigh, capture his face between your hands, and kiss him once more--wet and soft kisses. 

He pinches your nipple, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger.

You cry out, feeling your orgasm mounting within you.

“Ah, no no.” A voice says from right behind you.

Seonghwa’s arm loops around your waist from behind, dragging you backwards off Chan’s lap. 

You whine, attempting to protest. Chan tries to hold you in his lap too, but Seonghwa wins, lifting you up into his arms.

“You know I don’t like to let you cum so easily.” He kisses your cheek sweetly, sitting you back down on your feet. His hands rise to your breasts, covering them with his hands. “And besides, we don’t want you worn out before we’re all three inside you, right? Right, Chan?” Seonghwa turns his eyes on the older man. 

Chan nods. 

“So, to bed, kitten. Go on.” Seonghwa taps his hand against your bottom, drops his arms from around you. You spin around, pull at the bottom of his shirt until Seonghwa begrudgingly leans down to kiss you before nudging you back in the direction of the bed.

You shimmy your dress the rest of the way off, leaving it in a silken pile on the floor. You crawl onto the bed, and when you twist back around onto your bottom, you see all three of them have risen and are standing there, looking at you. 

Chan stands several inches shorter than both of the others, but all three of them have such hungry looks in their eyes for you.

Johnny seems to notice what you have, and as he looks over at Chan, he smirks. He’s the first of them to come forward, striding toward the bed, and as soon as he’s close enough he beckons you get on your belly in front of him. 

Seonghwa and Chan come over then, and you look up at them. Chan strokes your cheek, and you almost lean into his touch until Johnny tugs on your hair. He’s giving Chan a somewhat disapproving look again, looking him up and down before he drops his gaze to you there on your belly, reaching for the waistband of his pants.

“So much for your size kink.” Johnny scoffs.

His words inspire a bit of bite in you, so you sit up a bit, shuffle over just a little bit, and reach for Chan’s waistband. 

“Did you ever think...” You tug his belt loose and tilt your head back so you can see Johnny’s face as you undress the other man. “That maybe it’s not just about the size of the man, but the size of the penis?”

Chan’s pants come undone, and his big, heavy cock pops out into the open air. 

You stare at Johnny as you lean in and kiss the tip of Chan’s cock, as you open your mouth and slip him inside, sucking and then taking him in deeper. You don’t taken your eyes off of Johnny, as if daring him to punish you for this. 

Chan loves it. Moaning and swearing under his breath, he tangles his fingers in your hair, trying to get his cock farther down your throat. 

“He does have a big cock, though. She’s right about that.” Seonghwa murmurs to Johnny. “And I believe that’s rather complimentary to us too.” He touches himself over his pants, and your eyes fall to that motion, and your unspoken wish is granted when, a moment later, Seonghwa drags his shirt over his head and strips off his pants as well, sliding onto the bed behind you.

He strips the tights down your legs, and then when you’re left in just your panties, he gets rid of those for you too. 

Seonghwa dips his fingers inside your drenched pussy for just a moment before he pulls them out again. You whine around Chan’s cock, and Johnny chuckles, settling down on the edge of the bed beside you. You push your hips up, trying to find Seonghwa’s fingers buried inside you once more, but instead he puts both hands on your hips to still you.

You part your thighs wider for him. 

Chan and Johnny both have their eyes focused behind you on Seonghwa even though you’ve got your mouth stuffed full with Chan. He twists his fingers in your hair, helping you keep moving your mouth on him, but he keeps his eyes on your ass.

And then you understand why.

“Fuck, Seonghwa!” You jerk back off of Chan and twist around to be able to see Seonghwa kneeling behind you. His fingers, soaked with your wetness, had just prodded against your asshole, which you’d been totally unprepared for. 

Anal wasn’t something you’d really had too much (or any) experience with before. Sure, you’d talked about it before with Seonghwa. And there had been one adventurous time when you’d been touching yourself while you talked on the phone with him and you’d tried fingering yourself there, but at the time it hadn’t felt quite right to you, just more awkward than anything else, so you’d given it up. 

But that was the limit.

“No?” He asks, freezing and backing off from you.

You bite your lip, considering him and the situation that you’re in. It wouldn’t be the worst thing, you think. To actually have your mouth, your pussy, and your ass filled. But also, you’re not entirely sure that you can handle that big of a thing on top of taking all three of them. Maybe some time, but not this time.

You shake your head. “Not tonight. But if you want to try it, I mean, we can some other time.” 

Seonghwa nods, reaches down to pull you up against him for a kiss, sealing your words with it like a promise. Johnny presses in then as well, fitting himself against your front, ever in competition for your attention with Seonghwa. He kisses up between your breasts, trailing warm kisses up your throat, and he buries his fingers in your hair, edges up against Seonghwa so their cheeks bump, knocking the younger man away so he can claim your lips for his own.

Johnny’s kiss enchants you, pulls you deep under his spell. 

You drop your hand down his body, slip it inside his pants to get your hand around his throbbing length. “Johnny,” you sigh, “I need you. I wanna cum so badly.”

Seonghwa makes a sound from behind you. You feel him dropping away. You break the kiss, turn your head to look at him while Johnny places hot kisses on your jaw. Seonghwa’s on his back, looking up at you twisted in Johnny’s embrace, and he’s got a hand wrapped around his cock. Turning back to Johnny, you catch sight of Chan again.

He’s so hard, his dick swollen and wet and you just want him inside of you. This time pounding away between your legs. 

“Do you want Channie, baby?” Johnny asks. He kisses the corner of your mouth. “You want him in your pussy? Should we let him cum inside you?”

You make a soft mewling noise and Seonghwa’s hand snakes between your legs, dipping just the tips of two of his fingers inside you again. You wiggle your hips, attempting to get him deeper inside you. You want to be fucked, to have them inside of you in some combination, and you’re pretty sure they won’t let Chan cum inside of you since they’re both so possessive over you and they only sometimes allow themselves to cum inside you.

“No, I think not.” Johnny curls his hand against your throat, not actually choking you, but just putting the thought of it right there. “Cumming inside you isn’t for him, is it? Whose right is that?”

“Yours.” You lean into his hand around your neck, liking the pressure.

Seonghwa’s fingers tease back and forth between your folds. “And?”

“And yours, Daddy.” 

“Perfect, kitten.” Seonghwa at last plunges his fingers up into you and you gasp, opening your mouth to Johnny once again. Then Seonghwa hooks his fingers inside you in a strange yet pleasant way so you drop backwards, pressing your back against his chest and looking up at Johnny and Chan.

Seonghwa’s knees press yours apart, and you let them fall to the sides of his, exposing yourself entirely to their eyes. His fingers slip from inside you, and he wipes the dampness on your belly, at which you whine from the loss of him inside you, but he does keep touching you, tracing his fingers over your body--between your breasts, over your nipples, dancing around your throat, and everywhere except where you want him most. 

“Why not let him fuck your pretty pussy, kitten?” Seonghwa asks, his lips pressed to your ear, his fingers stroking over your mound, just shy of touching where you’re so sensitive. You lift your hips to meet each of his strokes, but it does you no good. “Chan hyung should get to fuck you just like half the rest of the male idol’s in the industry?”

When you squirm at that, Seonghwa’s hand at last comes down on your pussy, a slap that makes you go still, your insides quivering in pleasure.

“She’s quite the slut, don’t you know? I won’t tell you everyone else she’s fucked, but,” he tuts, then continues, “Only Johnny and I have been able to tame her even a bit.”

He’s making up stories to paint you as a whore, but at the moment you don’t mind. You like how it makes Chan look at you. You like the way Johnny’s lips curl into a smile, how his fingers flex around his own length. And now Seonghwa at last strokes between your folds, barely doing more than petting you, but just the contact feels so sweet.

“Go on,” Johnny says in a rough voice, and when you look up at him, he’s looking at Chan. “She’s not fucked nearly as many guys as Hwa would have you believe, but she has been naughty. Tempting the previous two guys into her bed instead of into ours. But make no mistake, she’s ours.” Johnny’s tone is deep, possessive, and it sends a shiver through you. He then sits to the side again, making way for Chan to come forward.

He finally strips out of his shirt and pants, fumbling a bit when they tangle around his legs, but then he’s right there, kneeling between your legs and Seonghwa’s.

“Don’t forget a condom.” Johnny suddenly produces one from somewhere, holding it out to Chan. 

He bites his lip as he tears it open and rolls it on. 

“Chan.” You pout and reach for him to ask, “Kiss?”

Chan gives you that, bending over you to plant a kiss upon your lips, and you feel the thick head of his dick kissing against your lower lips. But he stops there, looking past you, then closes his eyes and shakes his head.

“Can we rearrange? I feel like I’m fucking Seonghwa in this position.” He gestures vaguely at Seonghwa, who you feel brush his lips against your hair then. “Besides, babygirl, I’ve had a fantasy ever since the first time I saw you at work.”

“Yeah?” You run your hand up his chest, sitting up as he shifts back. Seonghwa grabs for your hips, but Chan sneakily pushes Seonghwa’s hands away. You just lock your gaze on Chan’s. “What’s the fantasy?”

Seonghwa nearly growls possessively. He kisses the nape of your neck, brushes your hair over one shoulder. 

“First time I saw you, you were cleaning up a mess Jeongin made in our waiting room. That wasn’t your job, and we all knew it, and I was about to go take over from you, but fuck you were wearing a skirt that day. A tight pencil skirt, which normally I wouldn’t find so sexy, but you were all bent over, your ass looked so perfect, and all I could think about was bending you over and fucking you. You looked so sweet and innocent when I did go talk to you, and I felt bad what I’d thought, but I couldn’t stop.”

“You want me on my hands and knees, Chan?” You start to turn over. “You want me to beg for you? Please, daddy.”

Seonghwa grabs your arm before you can make another move. “No.”

Chan, on the other hand, smirks, grabs your hips and manhandles you onto your hands and knees, facing Seonghwa now. “I like the sound of that. Say it again.”

You look Seonghwa straight in the eye as Chan’s cock fills you again, and you moan, “Right there, daddy.” 

Chan’s hands slide to your waist, pressing your back into an arch, your ass sinking back against him, but his next thrust bounces you forward again, and Chan keeps it up like that. Each bounce gets a moan from you, a slap against your ass gets him another whine of daddy.

“Careful, Channie,” Johnny laughs. “You’re going to make Seonghwa mad. He likes her to call him Daddy, and our sweet girl can’t have two daddies now can she? And don’t get too bossy or rough. You’re not in control. We are. And you don’t get to have her all to yourself either. Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa looks away from your face, snapping his attention to Johnny’s call. 

“Scoot down the bed. You’re gonna fuck her too.” Johnny says before he comes around to your face. “You want that, baby? To have both of them in you and me in your throat. I know how much you love sucking my cock.”

“I do, Johnny. Please.” 

Neither Chan or Seonghwa dares to disobey Johnny, so a quick shuffle of rearrangement, and then Seonghwa’s cock is pressing up beside Chan’s in your dripping pussy. Your hands grip Seonghwa’s shoulders as they both move inside you, each gasp has the look of hunger in Seonghwa’s eyes growing. He grits his teeth when you moan a sweet-sounding daddy, have I been good enough for you? and a quiet plea as you bow your head down beside his of can I cum now? 

Johnny laces his fingers in your hair, pulls your mouth up from beside Seonghwa’s ear, and you drop your mouth open. 

Sucking Johnny off is just as good as it always is. His low moan as he sinks into the tight heat of your mouth. The feel of him stretching your lips, filling your throat. 

It’s silly how right then, with Bang Chan pounding into you from behind, Seonghwa thrusting up from beneath you, and your lips all the way down to Johnny’s base, you realize that you just might be in love.

In love with Johnny. In love with Seonghwa. 

Chan’s a lovely guy, but right now he’s just an extra cock, giving you your pleasure. 

The friction of their cocks inside you is strange and insane, especially when each thrust impales your throat on Johnny. The suite is filled with the sounds of moans, skin slapping skin, you gagging and whining and the sweet smack of Seonghwa’s lips on your breasts, a wet suck that has your toes curling, your body shuddering with pleasure. 

“Not yet, kitten.” Seonghwa murmurs against your soft chest. “Hold off for us.”

You moan louder, and Johnny swears, stroking your hair to get you back off his dick a bit. You gag as he pulls you off, but you swallow even as you feel the saliva dripping from your lips and chin. 

“Seonghwa--Daddy, please.” You roll your hips back on him and Chan.

Your orgasm is a tight knot in your belly, the stretch of Chan’s thick penis hitting all the right spots as he rocks into you. Seonghwa presses deeper with his thrusts, and you feel like you’re teetering right on the edge of it all.

Full of desperation for it, you work your pussy back on the two of them.

“Shit, babygirl, I’m gonna cum.” Chan groans from behind you, a hand slipping under your waist, fingers dragging over your belly, and then he’s spilling into the condom.

Seonghwa kisses your neck, his fingers dipping beneath you to your clit, and then when Chan’s dick goes soft and he pulls out of you to tie off the condom and flop onto his side, Seonghwa rolls you over beneath him quickly. You loop your arms around his neck and shoulders. He cups your jaw, crushes his lips to yours. 

The way he kisses you, rolls his body against yours, it doesn’t feel like you’re just fucking anymore. Seonghwa wants you. There’s a gentle intensity to this, a pure desire rather than the raw fucking that you’re used to from him. His words from a few days ago return to you, about the possibility of you being his girlfriend.

“Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” Seonghwa asks, kissing the words against your lips. He grinds into you, sending warm electric zings of pleasure jolting through you. “Are you going to cum on my cock, for Johnny and Chan to see? You look so pretty right now, kitten.” His lips brush yours with every word, and his warm hand is pressed between your bodies, his thumb circling your nipple.

You moan his name, and when he presses his lips to yours again, he tells you, “Cum, sweetheart.”

It takes nothing more than just his words.

“Shit, that’s really fucking hot.” Chan moans, his eyes on you as your body succumbs to your orgasm. 

“She is, isn’t she?” Johnny strokes your hair. “Very hot. My girl.”

Seonghwa keeps fucking into you, but that doesn’t stop Johnny from sinking down beside you, stealing your lips from Seonghwa. His hard cock rests against your hip, a slow grind as he kisses you, reaching between your body and Seonghwa’s to touch your clit.

“Want you too,” you tell him. “Johnny, I wanna make you feel just as good.”

“Good.” He presses against your hip again, and then he pushes at your hip with his hand, tipping you and Seonghwa over onto your side. Johnny lifts your leg up and then rocks forward, his tip nudging against Seonghwa’s dick where he enters you.

Then they’re both inside you, your gut curling with pleasure. Johnny moans, wrapping a hand over your hip and the other pulls your hair. Your head is jerked backwards, exposing your throat for Seonghwa to attack, and Johnny claims your lips for his.  

Once again, the feeling of having them both inside you is such a pleasurable situation, being completely under their thrall.

Although you can feel Chan’s eyes on the three of you, you know that you fully belong to them. You’re theirs. No one else’s.

They drive their hips forward, crashing inside you, and another orgasm liquefies you. You pull your mouth away from Johnny’s kiss to moan for them, clenching tight around them inside you, each pump of them makes it more intense and then there are tears streaming down your cheeks. Seonghwa laughs and moans, kisses your cheeks to taste your tears. 

He cums then, and Johnny lets out a deep-chested moan then as he feels Seonghwa’s hot seed filling you and coating his cock as he keeps fucking into you from behind. Seonghwa slips away, leaving you just at the mercy of Johnny’s mind-blowing cock.

Johnny holds firmly onto your hips then. He doesn’t hold back now, fucking you so intensely and roughly that another orgasm tears through you, almost painfully so soon after the last one. You twist and writhe in his arms, crying out but not wanting to push him away because it hurts so good. 

He presses you into the bed, the heels of his hands digging against your tailbone. Seonghwa’s cum squishes out of you with each of Johnny’s thrusts.

“Daddy,” you whine, and reach for Seonghwa. He’s still catching his breath, but he scoots closer. He can’t very well kiss you with the way that your face is pressed into the mattress, but he cups your cheek and sits his face close to yours. Then he looks up at Johnny.

You watch his eyes go wide and starry. Johnny grunts and thrusts in harshly.

When Seonghwa props himself up on his elbows, you don’t know what to expect. You twist just enough that you can see the moment when Seonghwa knocks his lips against Johnny’s.

It’s not a kiss, not really. It catches both of them somewhat by surprise. 

Johnny jerks back, and Seonghwa falls away looking rejected. But you can feel the way Johnny’s cock took an interest. He twitches inside you, then spills his load, fucking it deep into you. And then he pulls out, and you feel it all leaking out as you clench around nothing.

You moan, pleased at the feeling. So warm. Sticky and gooey and lovely. 

Somewhere in the room you hear your moan echoed in a deeper voice.

“Look at him,” Seonghwa’s voice takes on a teasing lilt. “Channie-hyung jerking off watching Johnny and I fill your pussy up with our cum. Are you gonna get off to that, huh?” 

You move over to lay your head on Seonghwa’s chest, watching Chan as he tugs at his cock. He bites harshly at his bottom lip, moaning out and swearing in a muffled way, before his hips lift from the bed into his circled fingers. He spurts over his belly this time. Johnny taps at your hip, and then you push upright, crawling over Seonghwa until you’re over Chan. You lower your head to his stomach to clean up his cum, kissing and licking it up.

Chan puts a hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair until your tongue runs across his belly one last time.

You roll off to the side again.

Chan sits up, messes his fingers through his hair and looks around. Johnny has Seonghwa tucked back against his chest, both of them watching you and Chan, gazes riveted when Chan reaches down to catch your chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding your lips to his in a final kiss.

You can feel the cum sliding out of you even more unpleasantly at this angle, and you wrinkle your nose and groan. The mattress shifts behind you, and when Chan pulls back from the kiss, stepping onto the floor, you notice Johnny’s figure moving across the hotel suite to the bathroom.

You sink back onto your back.

“So how was it?” Seonghwa asks. At first you can’t tell if he’s addressing you or Chan, but it’s the other man who answers him.

“Really good. Mostly. Never been dick to dick with another guy before.” Chan admits in a strange voice, slipping his pants back up his legs. “Weird feeling that.”

Seonghwa smirks, rolls onto his belly and folds his arms under the pillow. “Not so strange really. It’s definitely not gay, if that’s what you’re worried about, hyung. Especially since we were wrapped in her.” But you think about that brief kiss he’d shared with Johnny; that had certainly made everything that the three of you did slightly less purely heterosexual.

Johnny comes back then, wiping himself down with a damp cloth from the bathroom. Water droplets trickle down his chest, over his abs, reflecting in an enticing way. When he’s close enough, he wads it up and tosses it at Seonghwa. “Clean up, Seonghwa. Bang Chan, don’t go around telling people about this.”

“Right,” Chan laughs. “As if I’m gonna go back to my dorm and tell them, yeah, sorry I’m late getting back tonight. I just had a foursome with NCT’s Johnny and Ateez’s Seonghwa and that hot staff member from--”

Johnny rolls his shoulders and lets his head fall around in an attempt at relaxation. “Just don’t tell anyone, okay? She’s not really the studio’s slut, Seonghwa’s full of shit. And don’t think this is going to happen again either.”

“I know. I get it.” Chan nods. “She’s yours. No offense, sweetheart, I had a great time, but I definitely get the feeling that you were much more into them and I was just another dick to plug you up. That’s fine. I haven’t gotten to fuck a pretty girl in a while. And the next time, I hope it’ll be a girl who’s satisfied with having just me.”

He smiles at you before he slips his shirt on, steps into his shoes, and searches around for his jacket. 

You did have fun with him, you liked pleasing him, but you know what he means. It felt a bit empty to have him there. You have Johnny and Seonghwa. That’s more than enough truly. Especially once you realized how you felt, how much you enjoyed just having them pure and raw with you. 

Seonghwa gently wipes between your legs and across your belly with the cloth. You shiver, feeling sensitive, and Seonghwa laughs and does it again. You swat at his arm and try to roll away from him, but he curls an arm around your waist and presses an apologetic kiss to your shoulder.

You look back up to see Johnny and Chan watching. 

“I did have fun Chan. Thank you for coming tonight.”

“For cumming twice.” Seonghwa mumbles, wrapping his arms tighter around you, and his teeth scrape over your shoulder.

You smile. “I’ll see you around.”

He nods, smiling as Seonghwa rolls you over under him again. “See you around.”

Johnny follows him over to the door, and you hear the quiet sound of him locking and latching it behind Chan. And then he comes back to you and Seonghwa, stands there looking down at the pair of you with his hands on his hips, still bare as the day he was born.

You’re leaning up against the pillows propped against the headboard. Seonghwa’s rolled onto his back, holding the remote control for the TV in his hand. 

“Well?” You raise an eyebrow at Johnny, spread your legs invitingly. “What are you waiting for?”

He mirrors your expression then shakes his head and walks back over to the small sitting area. He scoops up one of the remaining bottles and brings it back into the bed. It’s half empty, so he doesn’t have to worry about risking spilling it on the sheets as he crawls in and lays back against your chest, fitting snugly between your legs.

Seonghwa flips through channels on the TV until he finds something. Johnny passes the bottle back and forth between the three of you. You rest one hand on Johnny’s chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath your palm; the other hand you rest in Seonghwa’s hair, combing your fingers through it and massaging your fingers across his scalp.

When the bottle’s empty, Johnny leaves bed again. You take that chance to slide under the covers, and when he comes back, he settles beside you and guides your head to his shoulder. The room’s quiet, the TV’s volume turned almost all the way down, but the silence doesn’t last so long.

“No more of this, right?” Johnny asks, his voice rumbling under your ear. “Just us now?”

You nod. “Just me and you and Seonghwa.”

His heart thuds faster. Seonghwa clears his throat behind you, shifting around until Johnny asks, “Seonghwa, about what happened earlier....”

You glance over at him, and he’s staring down at his hands. “It was nothing, just a spur of the moment impulse. Kissing you is just not what this is about, right? We’re both here just for her.”

“Are we? I think you at least like it when I tell you what to do in bed. You like hearing about what she and I do together, but you hate hearing about her and any of the other guys she’s messed around with.” Johnny sounds sure of himself. “And when you kissed me, man, it seemed like you wanted it.”

“It doesn’t matter.” You say then, reaching for Seonghwa. “Remember what we talked about the other day? About things changing after this weekend. They don’t have to change.”

“What are you talking about?” Johnny asks. He looks between you and Seonghwa. 

Seonghwa groans and pushes his face into the pillow. 

You make the choice to explain. “The other day Seonghwa was telling me he was worried that doing this was going to change things. He said he liked where we’re at with the three of us, but it’s not like we’ve really put a name to what we’re doing.”

Johnny frowns at that. “I’ve been calling you my girlfriend when I talk about you to the guys for a while. Like, I love you. I spend almost all of my free time with you. Is that not what we are?”

“Yeah, I mean. That’s what he was saying sort of. Like, am I his girlfriend? If I’m his girlfriend, if I’m your girlfriend, then what does that make the two of you to each other?”

Seonghwa makes another muffled noise into the pillow.

“My boyfriend,” Johnny answers simply. “You’re my girlfriend, he’s my boyfriend. Especially if he wants to do more than just share you. You wanna make out, Seonghwa? I’m game. I think when we’ve been sharing our girlfriend for months, when we got a hotel room together to pamper her, when we make plans together with the intent of romance at the end, we’re close enough to dating to consider each other like a boyfriend.”

“Good. Now you’re both officially mine.” You shrink down between the covers, happy and very pleased with how things have gone.

“Excuse me?” Johnny laughs. “We’re yours? I think you have it the wrong way round, baby. You’re mine, remember?” He slides down and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you between his broad arms.

“Don’t lie to yourself, Johnny.” Seonghwa yawns. “She’s got both of us wrapped around her little fingers. We’re hers no matter what.”

You nod and squirm into a comfortable spot, close your eyes, but before you can actually attempt to fall asleep like that, Seonghwa stops you.

“You can’t just fall asleep, sweetheart.” He strokes your cheek. “Go pee. Get a drink of water, then come back to sleep.”

You whine, but you sleepily roll over him and go to the bathroom. You know he’s right. You don’t want a UTI or anything like that. Trust Seonghwa to make sure you do what you’re supposed to. You do all that, and then clamber over him and squirm into the space between your two boyfriends.

Johnny’s already fallen asleep, his hand tucked beneath Seonghwa’s cheek sweetly. Seonghwa is watching Johnny’s face when you put yourself between them, and then he focuses on you.

“I love you,” he whispers. His eyes shimmer, flicking between your lips and your eyes. 

“And I love you.” Your fingers twist with his. He brings your joined hands to his lips, so gentle. “Now sleep. We have plans tomorrow don’t we?”

Seonghwa nods, yawns again, and he drops your joined hands back to the bed, but he doesn’t let go. 

You fall asleep like that soon after.

And in the morning you wake twisted between the pair of them. Hot and close but you wouldn’t have it any other way. A sticky honey-golden sunrise fills the room with sweet morning light, revealing all the shapes and shadows of the three of you blending together into one great lovely knot beneath the sheets.

a/n: I have mixed feelings about how I ended this, but I think (I hope) it’s good enough. Originally, I’d always wanted Minghao to be the third guy, but after that twitter poll, y’all changed my mind to Bang Chan and also Changkyun, and then I was talking to @vernon-van-chwe​ about this story idea and there came the ideo of Wooseok and Chanyeol as other large idols, and I considered having y/n just sleep with all of them, sometimes with johnhwa sometimes without, maybe even a female idol or two, but that would’ve been a massive undertaking, so in the end this is what was created

I hope, if you read the whole thing, you were satisfied with it. Please, let me know what you thought. Likes, reblogs, comments, they’re all always appreciated 💗

[originofjaehyun]

Interlude: No More Drama | Part 1 | Elevator (127F)

Interlude: No More Drama Masterlist

Word count: 2,180

Warnings: Suggestive, cigarettes, and it gets pretty hot passionate towards the end lol. Plus, I didn’t proofread this.

Part 1 | Elevator (127F)

“Can’t take it anymore, just follow me”

Next

“Cheers to the happy couple!”

Soojung raised her glass high, followed by your friends and of course you. Hanbyul and Mingyu, your highschool (best) friend, have been dating for years and after constant whining from the rest of the gang, they have finally become husband and wife last week.

You weren’t feeling it that night though, for one reason to another. You decided to come because Hanbyul has been your best friend as far as you can remember, and bailing the night out is definitely not an option for you. You raised your G&T as the other follows with the same drinks.

“To a happy marriage!” Soyou continues.

“To a happy marriage!” the rest follows.

You drink the liquid on your glass, regretting that you actually participated on the cheers when it is your third glass of G&T, after two shots of tequila and a glass of wine. You drink with your eyes wide open when you locked gaze with a man just across your table that happens to sip a drink that coincidentally at the same time with you. You are tipsy, that you are aware, as you tried to make a guess on what drink he’s been holding. From the color, it is probably a whiskey highball, but you decided not to attempt on making any more guesses as your vision went blur and you started to talk nonsense, saying how much you love the couple.

You are able to hold your drink, but Soyou, who is self-proclaimed the event organizer for the night determined that the night is still young as she suddenly brought another bottle of gin. Your drinking resume has been quite clean, and this night is definitely not that night where you want to ruin it.

“Where are you going?” Hanbyul asked you, as you briskly tried to leave the place without spoiling the mood. Everybody is queuing as they wait for their turn to pour their serving of gin.

“Cigarette break, I felt quite tipsy already. I’ll come back when I sobered up.”

“You definitely not going back home sober, my dear friend.” She retaliates. 

You laughed, “More like I can’t, Hanbyul. I know by the time I came back you’re going to fill my glass to the brim.”

“But another gulp of alcohol would force me to vomit everything out. So I’ll pause for a bit. I’ll be back soon.”

You brought your phone and your pack cigarette. You walked towards the balcony, and you regret your choice of clothing immediately. It was one of the nicest bars in Seoul, where it is located on a rooftop at one of the high-rises in the middle of the city. You can practically see the skyline of the city from here, and for that reason, Soyou booked the party here because she said there’s no way we’re celebrating this big of a celebration at some mediocre bar. Semi-formal attire is needed if you want to enter the bar, so you decided to wear a black halter top that leaves a one-third part of your back exposed, paired them with white cigarette trousers and a pair of black mules. The wind at this height is really harsh, but you really need a fresh breeze anyway. 

You tucked your phone on one of the pockets of your trousers, slip the white stick in-between your lips as you franticly tried to find your lighter that is nowhere to be found. You must’ve left them in your bag and now you have to walk all the way back to your table.

“Looking for a lighter?”

The owner of the voice standing right next to you, with a lighter on his hand. His voice was deep and velvety, like a rich and smooth hot chocolate. 

“Oh!” You flinched because you didn’t realize a figure was there next to you.

“Actually, yes. Thanks.” You took the lighter out of his hand, as you flick it and revealed the color of amber.

He chuckled, revealing dimples on both of his cheeks, enough to make your heart flutter. He dressed up very neatly, a high profile, you must say, so him having a set of dimples that are so adorable is definitely unexpected. “No problem.”

He took back the lighter as you returned it to him, while he took his own cigarette out of his jacket and light up the white stick and puffed out smokes out of his lips.

Fuck, that’s hot. You thought to yourself.

“Sorry?” He said while taking the stick out of his mouth with his index and middle fingers.

Realized you probably blurted the words out instead of keeping it inside your brain, you inhaled your cigs, making a few seconds of silence. “Oh, nothing.” You lied, as you don’t want to come off as a flirty woman that flirts with anyone. Though you know he would probably hear of those words millions time already. He might not be the hottest person in the world, but he is most definitely the most attractive man you’ve ever encountered. 

“I swear I thought I heard you said ‘Fuck, that’s hot’. Am I hearing things?” He repeated your words. As he saw your ears turned bright red, he knows he’s not just hearing things. He lets out a devilish smirk. “Is that for me?”

Seeing there’s no way you could escape his teasing, you just admit the truth, “There’s no one else nearby right?” as you take another sip from your cigs.

His eyes widened with your directness. He pushes the smoke away before letting his words out of his mouth. “For the record,” He said while inhaling another sip, “You’re just as hot.”

You felt your face is like on fire. Not sure because of the alcohol that starts to kick in or because a very handsome man just told you that you’re hot. Before you guys could continue to converse, your phone starts to vibrate and you saw your best friend name on the screen.

“Hello?”

“[Y/N]? Where are you?”

“I told you I’m smoking outside. I’ll be there in a minute, I’m halfway done.” As you saw the light is already midway from the cigarette you’re holding.

“Ok, later can you please help me bring Soyou’s bag downstair? She’s so drunk right now and passed out at the toilet. Mingyu and Seojun helped me carried her down, I think Seojun will have to drive her back. The rest are still upstairs, but they’ve been jugging down that fucking bottle of gin like crazy and I think you are the soberest person. At least you picked up my phone.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Hanbyul, I’m this tipsy and I’m the soberest? You better not hire Soyou for the next event you’re going to hold.”

“I know right? There’s no need to rush, finish up your cig. We’re already inside Seojun’s car anyway.”

After saying your goodbye, you took another sip of your cig as the person next to you starts to open up another conversation with you.

“Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, except my friend just passed out.”

“Do you need any help?” He said, genuinely concerned.

You smiled at him, “I’m good, I just need to bring her bag downstairs to the car. Also, didn’t you come here with your friends?”

“So you were watching me?” He smirked again.

“Well, you hit me first, sir.” you scoffed.

He pushed his cigarette butt to the nearby ashtray, “So I wasn’t wrong when I felt we locked gaze inside. Come on, let me help you out.” as he used his eye gesture to tell you to finish up your cigarette.

You’re a bit iffy with this man. Why would a stranger help you out anyway? You didn’t realize you knotted your brows together.

“I just can’t leave a woman alone, it would leave a bad taste on my mouth. Also, it seems like the rest of your gang are having the best time of their life to give you a helping hand.”

You took a peek inside and confirmed that what he said was true. Soojung and Yerim are already flirting with don’t-know-whos, while Junhoe making sure the table is still occupied while he continues to drink. You couldn’t help but sigh at the sight. 

“Let’s go.” He nods his head at the direction of your table, making sure you followed him.

He told you he would wait in front of the elevator, as you go back to your table to take Soyou’s bag. You told Junhoe briefly what Hanbyul said to you and he just nods in agreement.

His eyes sparkled as he saw you walk, approaching him. That gaze sends a shiver to your spines. 

“All good?”

“Yea, they’re having a blast when their friend is practically blacked out.” You said in a sarcastic tone. Both of you are laughing with your remarks.

Then you saw the buttons are not lighting up, meaning he hasn’t pushed it to make the elevator come and pick you guys up. Maybe he was a bit tipsy too, so he forgot? You thought to yourself while spreads your arms out to push the button. He stopped you before you could.

“Are you having a blast, too?” He asked while holding your hand, and you swore to high heaven it is as seems like he has watched you since the beginning, how you didn’t feel like partying tonight, how off you were during that party.

“It’s my best friend’s wedding celebration, how could I not?” You said, but your tone was contradicting with the sentence. Realizing there’s no point lying to a – technically a stranger you just met, you actually feel liberated to just tell him the truth. “I just don’t feel like partying tonight, but I can’t skip this or else she would kill me.”

“Do you want to have a good time?” He said, straight to your eyes. By then you know exactly what he meant. You weren’t sure, you never did this before. You are always very careful with your previous relationships, making sure you know who the person you’re dating and their background and you’re not the type of person who would freefall without knowing you have a safety net underneath. But somehow, probably the alcohol really pushed a side that even you don’t know, makes you want to taste him back. You give him a nod of approval. He smirked, but you are sure his gaze is able to gobble you up.

“I’m going to press the button and when the elevator comes and it doesn’t feel right, you can push me away.”

He pressed the button and as if he doesn’t want to lose any more second, he pulls you closer to him and kissed you. It was gentle at first, but as the numbers go higher, he got more and more passionate with his kiss. You pulled him closer, as you put both of your hand on his cheek, welcoming every inch of his lips. He knows you want more, and you can feel his tongue starts to slither inside your own, exploring it with all his might. You embraced it, and every time you did you left a small soft moan, enough to make him want you even more. He lowers his hands that were originally on your hips, squeezing your ass, making you moan louder. Not that you care that much, the music was loud enough to cover your moans. There was no one in front of the elevator, it was the peak of the night and all of the attention was to the DJ inside.

You didn’t want to be the only one who feels good, and you started to touch him too. After destroying his well-styled hair, you move your hands down to his pecs, and you can tell he keeps himself fit, as it was rock-solid. As you move your hands lower, you can hear him hissed in pleasure, but refuses to let go of your lips. He wants to consume you and drained every essence of you. Delighted that he feel what you’ve felt, you pressed him closer, pulling the belt on his trousers, ready for more.

Ding!

The sound of the elevator coming separated you. It was an abrupt way to end a kiss and both of you can’t help to giggle. You sound so cute to him, and he gently stroke your head, cleaning up the mess he made to your hair.

“That was awesome.” He said, eyes stare at you lovingly.

“I share the sentiment.” You said as you fix his hair too while waiting for the elevator to open. Once you start walking inside of the elevator, he follows you while chuckling.

“You know, I never learn your name. Mine is Jaehyun, by the way.”

“Don’t you think we messed up the step?” You sneer. “It’s [Y/N].”

Both of you are now inside, and as he about to press the button to the parking lot, he looked at you and you know exactly what he had intended.

“One more time.”

[springday-aus]

Hairdresser!AU with Mingyu

moodboard link 

Group: Seventeen 

Member: Kim Mingyu 

Genre: fluff, romance 

Type: Bulletpoint AU 

Word Count: 1.8k 

since Mingyu is still pretty young, he’s enrolled to one of those beauty school salons where they can practice on customers

he’s not an official hairdresser, but he’s pretty close to getting there 

he’s like one of three guys who studies/works there out of like a thousand women 

unless you wanna count Jeonghan (but he’s more of a consultant than an actual hair stylist)

it’s fun working there though, at least for Mingyu 

he gets to meet lots of different people

most of them actually come back, specifically requesting him

can you just imagine how much tip money this boy has? 

he’s just got a way with his hands and he’s got the confidence to seem like he knows what he’s doing 

(don’t tell anyone, but if you look close enough, you would see the panic in his eyes because he actually doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing) 

Wonwoo: “have you ever, like… messed up on someone’s hair?” 

Mingyu: “I kNoW wHaT I’M dOiNG” **sweats internally**

for real though, he actually does his job fairly well

he’s just worried about messing it up and because he’s worried about messing it up, he kind of does mess it up, and it’s a whole cycle 

but because of those mistakes, he actually learns how to fix them quickly 

anyways 

because of his height, the customer’s chair is always really high—everyone can always tell which vanity is his due to the high heights of his chair 

his long limbs also cause him to bump into a lot of the furniture 

despite the messes he (kind of) creates, he’s actually rather neat 

all of the products are sorted out by brand and type, so he basically knows where everything is 

anD he uses specific cleaning supplies to keep his mirrors in top condition 

Jihoon: “this is the same guy who wipes his snot on us?” 

Hansol: “we love duality” 

speaking of the seventeen crew, they….. kind of? trust Mingyu (when it comes to the job)

like

they know he’s talented—they give him like 200% of their support

**cue seungcheol throwing a party after Mingyu’s first customer** lmao

but like……

it’s like…. you’ve known a friend for too long and you trust them but not trust trust them because you k n o w them

some of them do come in to get their hair done, but most of them just prefer to watch and support from the side…

…………. some more nervous than others

(Joshua watched Mingyu drive into a wall when he got his permit, so, when it came to hair, Joshua was like nope nope nope)

anywho, the main point is: Mingyu is a very talented dude who is trying his best at doing what he loves

now let’s get to you

let’s just say

we all have our talents, but…. hair… was definitely not yours LOL

you first met Mingyu after an unfortunate hair incident

dying your hair is all fun and games until it’s all over you and you can’t even tell if it set in

“maybe you should have went to the salon”

“oH gEE yo U thIN K??”

so you made an appointment at the beauty school nearby because it’s cheaper

since it’s your first time, they assigned someone to you

receptionist: “if you don’t like him, you can always request for someone else the next time you come in—but I think you’ll like him”

you: “.... him???”

you admit, when you came in, you were rather nervous

because it’s like……. your first….. official salon……

also lowkey because these were all students and you’ve heard enough horror stories of having them mess up

(your friend Sunny got her hair done at a beauty school and……. let’s just say that her hair was shorter and brighter than it was supposed to be……….. oof that was a bad time for Sunny—refer to I Got A Boy era)

as you wait, you browse through the magazines and the time… kinda just…. passed

about ten minutes later, you see a tall ass giraffe statue looking model in front of you with a blinding bright smile

you: error 404

at first, you thought he was just another……. handsome ass customer

but then you noticed the little binder….. that he had in his hands

and then he calls out your name

“hi, I’m Mingyu and I’ll be styling your hair today”

………….. what?????? ……. the???? …….. fuuuuuccccc—??

due to the processing error that was occuring, you didn’t even notice Mingyu getting closer

he thought you were pretty cute with your messed up hair (and your shocked face was even more adorable)

“hello???”

“oH uM okAY…….. please…. uM…... lead the way….”

when you got to his vanity/station (??), you notice how clean it is

…. and also….. the abnormal height of the chair……

you: “....... so am I climbing this??? Or???? what are we doing???”

Mingyu just laughs, but he also explains, “in order for me to do hair, I need to see it and I… am pretty tall”

so (when he lowers the chair) you get on the chair and the first thing he asks you, makes the blood rush to your cheeks

“I’m assuming you want me to redye your hair”

you kind of nod along embarrassingly, “...... yeah, the thing is…. my hair is…. complicated”

Mingyu nods with you, “all hair is complicated, but I’m sure we’ll figure out how to work with it”

so y’all spent about twenty minutes looking at hair dye first

his binder had all sorts of hair dye samples and he was getting all excited showing you…. he didn’t even notice how close he was getting to you 

and like…….. you…... are very….. distracted……

because he’s….. just…... really….. handsome and he looks so happy to be doing your hair, even though most people wouldn’t be

so y’all figure out a color, but before that he has to wash your hair….

when he does, his hands gently caress your hair—he handles it with so much care and gentleness, you almost melt on the spot

honestly you don’t even remember much, you were practically lulled to sleep

…… until the first slap of cold dye make contact with your scalp and wakes you up

“jESU S CHRIST”

Mingyu just laughs, showing his pretty pearls, and you end up laughing with him

as he gets through the bottom layer of your hair, you start asking him some questions—hey, he’s cute and you’ll be here awhile

(it’s not like you have anything to lose)

“so…. how did you get into hairstyling?”

Mingyu laughs again, “it’s kind of funny because it was supposed to be a joke between my friends and I, but they actually thought I was really good at hair”

you make a little hum of agreement, trying not to move your head

he continues, “I started looking into it and started practicing on some of my other friends… now I’m just here”

you end up nodding along and taking a glance at him, “I mean, from what I see, you seem to know what you’re doing”

he grins at you again, “confidence is key to everything”

“well,” you start, “not just confidence, I feel that you know what you’re doing even if you don’t want to admit it”

Mingyu's ... a bit ... touched….

because, even though he gets a ton of support for his goals, he doesn’t always feel 100% in his skills and no one has really told him to be

…... except for you……. a cute stranger with a bit of messy hair

as he continues to do your hair, y’all go back and forth—asking each other questions to get to know one another 

eventually, the other stylists are giving Mingyu, the look

(because now the convo has turned into lowkey flirting—lowkey to y’all…. not to everybody else tho lmao)

as the dye is setting into your hair, Mingyu still doesn’t leave

he kind of waits with you (even though he’s trying to make it look like he’s working) 

you actually really like talking to him because you can tell he enjoys what he does

and vice versa

he can see that you are a funny, open-minded person 

when he’s officially done with your hair, he asks for a picture of you

(just for a reference in his binder, he swears on it)

as you are paying for the job, you leave a little tip…… with your number on it….

about a week later….. Mingyu texts you: do you want a haircut?

Seungkwan: “this is the saddest thing I have ever witnessed—oW doN’T hIT ME”

after that, everything was history

he took you out on a cute little date at a diner nearby

and it’s like the conversation never ended

dating hairdresser!Mingyu is just as it sounds like

he will definitely play with your hair, whether consciously or unconsciously

he’s generally just really touchy, like he needs to have his hands on you somewhere

when y’all first started dating, he was really shy when he brushes your hand and now he’s real shameless, whether it’s in private or public

despite that though, whenever you make a move…. get ready for an extremely red but giddy Mingyu

honestly he feels more like an overgrown and over affectionate puppy than a boyfriend

because of him, you bring lots of items on you now….

like a first aid kit….. and lots of tissues…..

because this boy is clumsy and kind of messy

Jihoon: “you don’t understand what you’ve done for all of us, I’ve been a personal tissue for years”

Mingyu: “stop being so overdramatic”

Wonwoo: “have you LOOKED at his laundry recently, it lacks YOUR hand markings”

you: “doNT ATTACK HIM LIKE THIS”

seventeen actually loves you because now Mingyu has you to practice on first

Joshua: “if an accident ever happens, I have a way for you to get some real good extensions for cheap, but you didn’t hear it from me”

he’s joking…. kind of

okay, but real talk, they love that you’re, not only supportive of him, but also you give him more, real confidence about his work

one time, he was giving Wonwoo a lil haircut

cue you in the corner with some pompoms: “BABE YOU GOT THIS YOU’RE DOING GREAT”

Mingyu: turns red

Wonwoo: “should I leave?”

anyways

y’all are a super cute couple

lots of support for one another, lots of skinship, lots of comfortableness

oH MY GOD DOMESTIC MINGYU

he cleans, he cooks, he’s great with kids

all signs point to husband!Mingyu

and you are not going to let him go

you: “how are you literally perfect at everything??? you hit the jackpot, this is unfair” 

Mingyu, mumbling: “.... I hit the jackpot when I met you”

you: ?? “what’d you say?”

Mingyu: “nothing, nothing” **continues to stare at you with heart eyes**

[allmyuwuswerestolen]

@ismycapsloudenoughforyou​ here we goooooooo ily 

1. How long have you been stanning SEVENTEEN?

About uhh, 2.5 - 3 years? It’s hard to tell because it was a gradual slipping into that diamond life ya know. I think, beginning of 2017 (march maybe?) is when I first r started liking them, but I had seen Aju Nice and it was on my playlist for a long time before that too

2. How did you start stanning SEVENTEEN?

I liked other kpop groups beforehand and my friend showed me Aju Nice even tho she didn’t like them she liked that song, and then after a while i just searched for more and more songs and suddenly i was whipPED

3. First impression of SEVENTEEN?

At first I thought they were super fun and I digged the youthful and fun vibe from them back then, I knew they were super talented and loved their choreos from the beginning

4. How long did it take to memorize names and faces?

I’d say... About a month until I had them all down perfectly without messing up anything but I remembered all 13 names within a week or so, but I was a bit slow remembering which name belonged to which face

5. Bias(es)?

JUN! He is my ULT and my absolute mans who i wanna smack but I feel like Minghao also deserved the title as bias since he has been wrecking me too much the past year so #Chinalinehoe

6. Biaswrecker(s)?

Everyone honeslty, it changes often. But these days my top boys are Chan, Uji, Mingyu and Seungcheol always circulate the top but everyone takes turn hitting me in the heart

7. Which member first caught your eye?

My first bias was actually Mingyu and he was the member that first caught my eye but Jun in Aju Nice also caught my attention but didn’t keep it at first lmao. Jun didn’t start being my bias till around mid 2018 huehue

8. Which member did not turn out who you expected him to be?

All of them? I didn’t have any specific expectations to any of the members but Minghao turned out to be a lot more artistic than I has first imagined and Jeonghan turned out to be super sly :>

9. First song heard by SEVENTEEN?

Aju nice!

10. First MV seen by SEVENTEEN?

Also Aju Nice :>>>>

11. Vocal, Hip Hop, or Performance Team?

Big fat Performance team 

12. Have you had any dreams about SEVENTEEN?

I actually frequently dream about Seventeen, it doesn’t have to be specific things, but they very often turn up in my dreams as characters and stuff. I’ve had a few dreams about the different members as love interests too but they are more rare

13. What concept would you like to 👀 SEVENTEEN try?

I am a big fan of fantasy and flowers, I think Falling Flower MV had a lot of the vibes I have been longing for for a while, the pastels and flowers and the implication of Angel/Demon Wonhui. Otherwise I love their own artistic expression 

14. What hair color would you want to 👀 on a certain member?

I’d like to see Jun in silverblue hair, I’d LOVE to see Seungcheol with black and neon red hair!!!! And DK with any bright colour tbh

BRING BACK ORANGE MINGYU 

15. Which members do you think look better with their hair up?

It really depends on the mood, but I think Mingyu looks really good with his hair up, so does Jeonghan even if it doesn’t happen often

Uji needs a proper updo, its either only parted (kills me, oof) or down

16. Have you seen SEVENTEEN live?

Nope :( I wanted to buy tickets to their concerts in Seoul last year but I didn’t have the money at the time to buy them so I never got tickets :(((((

17. Which member do you think is the most “boyfriend material”?

I honestly don’t believe in Boyfriend material because every relationship is different and everyone shows love differently. 

18. If every member were hanging off a cliff, who would you save first?

I would save Seungcheol first, due to him being beefy and woould immediately help me save the rest, then have him take the weakest members so they don’t fall while I take the stonger ones to help out 

19. Which member do you think is the most savage?

Minghao is truly a bitch and I love it. Everyone says Seungwan is so savage but nothing really compares to when Hao spits fire 

Favorite…

20. song?

Uh, Top 5?

3 ot13: When I grow up , Hit song, lie again, 

Hiphop: If I , Whats good

Performance: Swimming Fool, lilili yabbay 

Vocal: SECOND LIFE, Habit or Come to me 

Other unit: MY I, Flower 

No I can’t chose because I love all of them except like, 5 songs

21. choreography?

FUck, 

Uhhhhhh: Don’t wanna cry, Home, Happy Ending, Call Call Call and flower + lilili yabbay

22. era?

Oh my,  Minghao black mullet, minghao blACK MULLET, MINGHAO BLACK MULLET

and lowkey boom boom era

23. song cover?

Anything Jun, but especially Crazy For You , and Seungkwan - Beautiful 

24. Unit?

Leader line !!!!!!!!!

25. OTP?

I dont ship but I love their overall family vibe and I think ot13 is a true OTFP 

26. reality show?

I enjoy all of them equally

27. performance?

HeCK, 

this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SMEiyVbrwk aka 200105 performance at GDA 

AND mama stage 2019 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

28. meme?

HUEHUEHUE theres so many of them

Is it even possible to chose? I dont think so 

but, 

Which member would you like to…

29. have as your brother?

Vernon is already my twin , so 

30. have as your best friend?

CHAN Minghao!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And Mingyu :>>>

31. go to school with?

I guess, all of them would be hillarious to go to school but I wanna go with Joshua, Wonu and DK 

32. have as your boyfriend?

Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun

or low key Chan, Seungcheol and veeeeeeeeeery lowkey Minghao 

33. have as your husband?

Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun <33333333

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Have go @wwounu​ my babes 

[sunnysidewrites]

Husband!Joshua

Requested by anon: Can I have a married!au with Joshua? Like what mornings together are like, if that makes sense? Thank you so much!            

HERE IT ISSSSS!!!!!! I promised to write more in December, but it’s seriously ridiculously hectic, so I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to write more!! BUT ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I’VE WRITTEN IN GENERAL SO THAT’S AN ACCOMPLISHMENT ON ITS OWN!!! After the repeal of net neutrality, who knows how much more time is left before I’m unable to..... :(((( Happy reading children!!!!

warnings: i just,,,, got incredibly soft bye

One word: SOFT

Oh my god y’all he is seriously hubby material I’m shakING

Everything he does, from little to big gestures, is always a way of him showing affection

It ranges from him giving you a shoulder massage when he notices you rubbing them tirelessly recently to treating you out to a Broadway show

“Joshua how in the hell did you get us tickets to Wicked when they sold out months ago??”

“Don’t worry about it babe, the focus is on you and all your hard work tonight <33333”

iM ACTUALLY MELTING!!! M ELT I NG!!!!

but actually he has a lot of friends who owe him 84 favors

Being courteous has its perks

Gentleman is his middle name,,,, ya know until someone tries to pull a fast one on you

Even if it’s not even anything deep

Mingyu would just give one of his bear hugs and JOSH WOULD JUST HAVE THAT L O O K

“okay mingyu that’s quite enough touching, thank you very much” he would sass as he subtly pulls you closer to him

Poor mingyu is pouting bc he’s like hyung!!! that’s not fair you weren’t like this before you got married :////

Marriage changes you, lil one

MORNINGS WITH HIM ARE SO!!!!!! FREAKING S W E E T IM W E A K

You usually stir in his arms, in the same exact position most of the time

Your limbs are tangled together, your head buried in his chest

His arm is draped around your shoulders while simultaneously half being your pillow

He often wakes up at the same time as you and you both groggily exchange smiles and slow blinks and eye rubs

JOSHUA HONG INVENTED HUSKY MORNING VOICES!!! WOW KMS

“Good morning beautiful”

And you’re like this is way too early for me to be blushing

Sleepy morning wake up kisses alsdjksdljfdj iM CRYING IN THE CLUB

Usually just cheek kisses though bc you still gotta freshen up LOL

V v v reluctant to let you go and leave the bed but you threaten him that you won’t be kissing him until you can wash up and then he’s like ok fine

“If you don’t let me go rn, you aren’t receiving kisses the whole day”

“You make a compelling argument”

Lazy mornings when y’all sleep in

You quickly whip up some fried eggs and he helps toasts the bread and sets the table

Y’all are just one soul split in 2 bodies tbh and iM LIVING FOR IT

If someone is ogling eyes at you for a second too long he gets suPER POSSESSIVE

y’all would just be walking down the street and suddenly his arm shifts from around your shoulders to snaking around your waist and you’re like ????????

And all he does is look ahead with that infamous Cheshire Cat smirk-grin and you KNOW he’s up to no good

“Josh, you ok?”

“Of course I am, sweetie, why wouldn’t I be? Can’t I just show my lovely spouse some affection?” *wink wink*

“Alright what are you jealous about this time”

cmon joSH WE LITERALLY CHOSE YOU JFC YOU’RE A GROWN MARRIED MAN

Offers to clean just about everything

Dishes, bathtub, toilet, the living room, your bedroom

Literally any space in your home

And you’re gonna scream bc you know he must be 73 times more tired than you are but he can’t help it!!!

He’s always observing your behavior for any indication of fatigue, from the way you blink to your occasional self lower back rub

He could practice for 15 hours straight and it still wouldn’t hurt him as much as seeing you exhausted and having the life drained out of you

:’(((( I’m sorry I need a moment

Definitely loves to have you close by him so he’s assured you’re his and safe!!!

Whether it’s hand holding, waist grip, shoulder arm drape, even a piggyback ride, he’s instantly reassured from your sole presence

BACK!!!!!!!! HUGS!!!!!! *SCREAMS*

You would be just browsing the bookshelf and suddenly his arms slowly engulf your front and yoU’RE ABOUT TO TRANSFORM INTO A PUDDLE RIGHT THEN AND THERE

He’s incredibly warm, inside and out

His breath always tickles your ear and when he does that beautiful melodious giggle you’re sure you’re about to become 1 with the earth lmao

Jokes all the time and lightly pranks you

But he does it out of love :’))))

He really just does it to see you get flustered bc you’re such a cutie and he thinks that too

“JOSH!!! YOU KNOW I CANT REACH IT WHEN YOU HOLD IT UP HIGH!!!”

and he watches you struggle for a little bit and he can’t help but break out into this goofy fond grin

“ok you win you’re too adorable you got me!”

“You made me suffer!!”

“BUT YOU’RE JUST SO CUTE”

And you lowkey forgive him bc he always gives a sweet lil sorry peck

and they may or may not lead to make out sessions sometimes

He loves taking you to different places for changes of scenery and just for your sake so you get to experience everything with him!!!

But he also definitely doesn’t mind having lazy days and cuddling on the couch

Y’all have cute married couple arguments that make you frustrated but also laugh at how ridiculous they sound

“Josh I told you to get the plastic ones”

“But plastic is harmful so I got the paper ones”

“We aren’t microwaving them??? It was perfectly fine to get plastic”

“Look I’m just trying to look out for us!!”

“IT'S FINE GET THE PLASTIC”

“DO YOU WANNA DIE??? NO I THINK NOT WE ARE STICKING WITH PAPER”

besides that bickering, it’s not very common for y’all to fight bc you are usually on the same wavelength

But in cases where you do bicker, both of you get upset more at the thought of arguing so you work it out right and there

A very very healthy relationship!!! yay reader!!!

There’s not a day that goes by without him cracking a dad joke or sending you some memes of his members

“Honey, check out this pic of Vernon at the carnival—“

“I know babe, he’s choking on a churro and the staff member behind him panicked”

“Want to hear a joke about paper?” “No, I really don’t—“ “never mind, it’s tearable” “if I hEAR ONE MORE DAD JOKE JOSH”

But it’s chill bc he makes it up to you by peppering you with soft kisses all over your face right before you go to sleep!!!

You’re in his secure hold with your face resting on his broad chest

And you’re about to knock out but before you do, he ambushes you with your favorite attack: kisses

and you’re like oh my god bby what are u doing

He keeps planting kisses on every inch of your face and in between each of them, he softly speaks, “because I love you and I’m trying to make you forget about those jokes from earlier”

You can’t help but laugh at how sweet he is and you give him a short and sweet kiss

“Well, I’ll make an exception for my husband, I suppose”

and you fall asleep with his warmth surrounding you <33333333

[king-ten]

Battle of the Biases

Thank you @thatnerdyblondegirl for tagging me!

rules: write down your top 10 biases and answer the following questions.

Yoongi

Jinyoung

Taemin

Chanyeol

Mingyu

Yongguk

Brian (Young K)

Ten

Jungkook

Jin

Okay yes Jungkook and Jin are my bias wreckers, not my biases. But lbr I love them more than anyone on this list except Yoongi. And I didn’t want to have to start scraping the bottom of the barrel for biases I barely care about so I’m using them instead lol

questions:

1. between 1&4 who would you rather kiss?

Yoongi vs. Chanyeol

Yoongi obviously!!! 😘😘😘

2. between 2&7 who would be your best friend?

Jinyoung vs. Brian

I will say Brian! He seems like he would be a good friend 

3. between 5&10 who has the better voice?

Mingyu vs. Jin

Mingyu isn’t even a vocalist so Jin. He has a beautiful voice and hearing him sing Awake live?? Amazing

4. between 1&8 who is the funniest?

Yoongi vs. Ten

Yoongi is HILARIOUS!! Effortlessly funny!!! A HOOT!!!!

5. between 6&9 who would you date?

Yongguk vs. Jungkook

I mean, Jungkook is literally my boyfriend so....

6. between 9&10 who would you do a collaboration with?

Jungkook vs. Jin

Um I refuse to choose between my boyfriends so jot that down

7. between 4&8 who is the best dancer?

Chanyeol vs. Ten

LMAOOOOOOOOOO WOW WHAT A CLOSE CALL!!!! (Ten obviously) 

8. between 3&5 who would you most likely marry?

Taemin vs. Mingyu

jfdafjdkhhjg I’m gonna say Mingyu. He seems like husband material 

9. between 1&7 who would you nurse when they are sick?

Yoongi vs. Brian

Listen, when Yoongi is up against anyone it’s really hard for me not to say Yoongi lol

10. between 2&3 who has the better smile?

Jinyoung vs. Taemin

I’ll say Jinyoung because I love his eye crinkles when he smiles

11. between 6&8 who would you vacation with?

Yongguk vs. Ten

Ten....so I can actually see him :)))))

Tagging @myhusbandhobi @ttaegiis @jayonthestreet @cocoratscha @yoonkookl @toxic-suga @totalkpoptrash @handsomejin @zeciex @soft-for-yoongi @confessionsofashyfangirl @thereisnofuckingreason @kihyunseyesmile @bangdansonyeondan and any of my other mutuals who are multifandom-y enough to do this?? I’m giving up on tagging because I don’t know. I don’t even know if everyone I tagged has enough biases to do this lol