#i miss mingi's long long fire hair

[maximura]

[daceydeath]

Tipsy Confessions

Pairing: Yunho x Reader Word Count: 2.1k Genre: Smut, Brother's Best Friend Warnings: 18+, Alcohol, Swearing, Explicit Content

This was the worst idea you had ever had and simultaneously your greatest idea ever, at least that’s what you told your slightly tipsy self as you made your way towards your bedroom in the middle of the house party your brother Mingi had thrown while your parents were away. You had seen the way some of his friends looked at you. They had all made it obvious but out of the three of them only one held your attention. 

Your tight red dress was a controversial choice when Mingi had first seen you in it but after a few beers he had stopped caring what you were wearing and who you were talking to or more importantly who you were flirting with. A few paces behind you was Yunho following you just like you knew he would, Mingi’s ex girlfriend had let it slip one day that Yunho had feelings for you when she was talking to Mingi, who scoffed and told her that was impossible. You, however, had been sending him subtle signs since then and after the way his eyes raked over your body and the possessive looks he gave you any time another guy would speak to you made you think it was true. Slipping into your bedroom you didn't lock the door before you simply stood in the middle of your room waiting for him.

“You’re playing with fire you know” He smiled roguishly as he stepped into your room, closing the door behind him and locking it for good measure.

“Maybe I like fire” you looked at him with the best doe eyes you could manage.

“You’re going to get us both in trouble” he chuckled darkly, closing in on you until he was right in front of you, his hands moving to your hips and squeezing slightly which made you shiver in anticipation.

“I like trouble” you smiled sweetly looking up at him through your lashes making him swallow hard, tugging you slightly forward until you were pressed flush against him.

“Tell me to leave now, I might not be able to later” he murmured, giving you one last chance to stop what he was about to do.

“I want you Yunho” you admitted the last shred of your bravery tangled with the lust you were feeling burning its way through your bloodstream.

“You are going to kill me baby girl” he almost groaned leaning down to press his lips to yours hungrily. His plump lips slid against yours feeling like everything you had hoped they would, when his tongue poked at the seam of your lips you were eager to allow him entry letting him lick into your mouth messily his tongue dancing with yours. His hands slid up and around your waist his thumbs brushing against the underside of your breasts as his fingers wandered your body. Lifting you suddenly you yelped and he grinned walking you to your bed and laying you down covering you with his body, slotting himself between your legs as though he was always meant to be there.

“So pretty and so pliant baby girl. Letting me just pick you up and do whatever I want to you” His words were muffled due to his mouth being still partially attached to yours. You ran your fingers through his hair while he kissed down your neck and across your chest.

“You going to let me fuck you? Huh baby girl, Gonna let me make you mine?” he smirked watching your face as you nodded violently, your brain already foggy with only thoughts of him.

“Please Yunho” you mumbled watching a wicked grin cross his face as he sat back on his knees tugging at your dress to give you the message to get it off of you while he discarded his jeans and boxers. Slipping out of your dress you didn’t miss the sound of his sharp inhale of breath when he realized you were not wearing underwear.

“Such a naughty minx” he breathed pulling his shirt over his head and pressing you back onto the bed, his hands wandering your body squeezing and massaging his way from your breasts to your thighs leaving goosebumps wherever he touched his hard length pressing against your inner thigh. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this” he smiled against your skin, kissing his way down your chest stopping only to swirl his tongue around your nipple before sucking it between his lips and teasing it with his teeth until it was swollen and hard.

“Mmm wanted this for ages” you sighed, arching into his again and grasping at his hair making him hum against your flesh as you tugged it gently before he continued to your stomach and finally to your hips. His large hands each taking hold of one of your things to spread them further apart allowing him better actress to your already glistening folds. He pressed a chaste kiss to your inner thigh, eyes staring into yours to allow you one final moment to stop him before licking a long slow stripe from your entrance to your clit.

“Yunho” you whimpered, your head falling back against the pillows as he expertly made out with your cunt, each swirl of his tongue around your clit feeling like heaven and each time he licked his tongue inside of you made your hips chase him.

“God you taste so sweet my baby girl” he groaned into you his tongue speeding up as your arousal began dripping from your hole drinking it from you like a man dying of thirst. 

“Yunho…Shit…. I’m going to…Ah” you tried to form a sentence as you felt the knot that had been slowly building slowly finally snap making your legs tremble as Yunho continued to hold the open.

“You're gorgeous when you cum baby girl” he smiled, coming back up to your face to cup it and kiss you sweetly as you recovered from your orgasm. “Think I’m going to have to make you do it again and again”.

You could feel the head of his cock moving slowly through your folds as he gently rubbed himself against you collecting your essence to make it easier for him to fuck you,when you stiffened slightly not feeling as confident as you had been only moments ago and of course he sensed in immediately.

“I won’t put it… No, I mean we don’t have to continue” he swallowed hard “Fuck I should hae waitied until you were totally sober, shit you regret it don’t you? I’m sorry baby girl” he continued forcing himself away from you so he could look for his clothes to leave you.

“No wait! Yunho I want to I’m just nervous” you almost shouted grabbing at his arm to pull him back to you taking in his disappointed and slightly panicked face. “I’ve never done this so I’m nervous but I want you Yunho, I want my first time with you” you added much more quietly looking at him hopefully.

“This is your first time?” he blinked, surprised by your revelation “But I know you have had boyfriends before”.

“Yeah and it never lasted very long because I wouldn’t sleep with them” you shrugged, embarrassed that what had started out so hot and carefree was now becoming awkward and unlikely to happen at all.

“Are you sure you want this with me? I mean I will so happily fuck you, I’ve been in love with you for ages but are you sure?” he pressed softly taking your fingers ans kissing them gently.

“You love me?” you gapped not even processing the rest of the words he said.

“Shit I wasn’t going to tell you that right now” he sighed, deep pink flushing across his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears “But yes I love you”.

“So can we go back to kissing and about to have sex part please?” you asked shyly, biting your bottom lip and looking at him hopefully. The dazzling smile that crossed his face made your heart skip a beat slowly crawling back over you until he was just hovering above your lips.

“I should really be taking you out first but since you asked so nicely” he teased before pressing his lips back against yours gently, less desperate than before and far more sensual, deepening the kiss slowly as you whimpered against his lips. Yunho moved his hands back to your body carefully, letting his hands map out your body before dipping his fingers between your folds and circling your clit with feather light touches you arched into him, feeling him smile against your lips. He replaced his fingers with the head of his cock once again sliding it through your folds and letting it catch against your clit. You rolled your hips against him making him chuckle as he lined himself up with your entrance slowly pushing his aching cock into your tight hole.

“Yunho” you cried softly, the stretch of your walls around him almost too much for you but at the same time nowhere near enough. 

“So tight baby girl” he panted stilling once he had sheathed himself inside you completely giving you some time to adjust “You ok if I move now? Tell me if I hurt you and I’ll stop”.

“Ah, please Yunho, ngh need more” you whined as you felt him slowly roll his hips against you the pain you were expecting was not there you could only feel pleasure.

“We have all night baby girl there is no rush” he murmured, connecting his lips to yours while he picked up his pace making you moan against his mouth. “Fuck you make such pretty noises”.

His steady pace was igniting heat in your lower belly again, each perfect deep long thrust of his hips giving you enough to start digging your nails into his back. His lips moved to your neck sloppily kissing wherever he could reach until he felt your walls beginning to flutter.

“Fuck baby girl you gonna cream on my cock?” he panted, your walls tightening around him again until you couldn’t help but come with a sharp cry of his name. Fucking you through your orgasm he slowed his hips until you were rolling your hips back against his desperately. His hips moved fast surrounding you with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and the squelch of your wet cunt as he fucked into you hard and fast.

“Where do you want it baby girl?” he moaned loudly, his thrusts turning sloppy as he neared his own peak.

“Inside me, please Yunho inside me” you babbledas you heard him growl gripping your hips so hard you thought it might leave bruises. He thrust hard and deep inside you a few more times before filling you with his seed. Instantly Yunho was cupping your face, kissing your lips, cheeks and everywhere else lighty until he was ready to pull his now softening cock from you. Collecting you gently he laid himself down cradling you to his chest while you both tried to catch your breath.

“That was incredible, baby girl” he whispered into your hair, kissing the top of your head softly “Did I hurt you?”

“No Yunho?” you yawned “That was perfect” he hummed softly as he squeezed you softly leaving you in silence for a few minutes letting your sex addled brain catch up.

“What do we do now?” your voice showing the uncertainty creeping into you. 

“Well now right now I’m going to just let you rest but later maybe we go round two?” you could hear the smug look that was no doubt on his face.

“That’s not what I mean” you grumbled thinking perhaps he didn’t want to talk about it because it was just sex to him you were still just going to be his best friend's younger sister despite saying that he loved you earlier.

“I know” he admitted carefully “I know that I want you, I know I want you to be mine and I know Mingi is going to fucking kill me”.

“Mingi isn’t going to kill you” you smiled looking up at him noticing the dusting of pink on his cheeks. He had just fucked you but admiting he wanted to be with you was the embarrassing part.

“Oh yeah? I distinctly remember him saying to all of us he will kill any of his friends that dare to touch you” he joked trying to lighten the mood from how serious it had become. 

“I would never let him kill you though, maybe Wooyoung, but never you” you giggled making him roll his eyes before silence overtook the pair of you. Looking into his eyes you felt so safe and loved. 

“Rest baby girl I’ll stay right here with you” he soothed as you yawned again holding you tighter “We can talk about it later when you aren't so tired”.

A/N: Thank you for reading, I have recently fallen into a bit of an Ateez hole but that's alright because I love it. As always and comments, reblogs or like are appreciated you sexy sexy people xx

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[ithinkabouttzu]

Ateez reaction to being big spoon ｡･:*˚:✧｡

genre: Romance; fluffy

warnings: kissing; a little suggestive on wooyoungs.

Description: The members of ateez reaction to being “big” spoon while cuddling you.

Hongjoong: He’s in his element when he’s holding you. It’s the best place to be. Best believe he is holding you while about to fall asleep or watching a movie. Really just anytime when he gets home and misses your touch. Soft kisses on your cheeks and neck, and the way his fingertips dance onto the side of your waist. He’s so soft and warm and gentle, he loves you so much and that’s one of his ways of showing it to you.

Seonghwa: He loves just wrapping his arms around you and finding a comfy spot in the crease of your neck. He’ll hold you on bad days, good days, warm nights, cold mornings, he can’t imagine what it would be like not to wake up or fall asleep with you in his arms. Kisses kisses kisses!!! He loves just kissing behind your ear or on the back of your neck, really just anywhere he can access, he is completely in love with you & ur cuddles!! :)

Yunho: Big spoon KINGGG, he lovessss just holding after having a bad day, the only better thing he has to do is hold onto you like you’re his favorite pillow until he’s fast asleep. I swear it’s the most comforting thing you’ll ever feel, his warm arms around your waist, feeling his soft breaths on your hair, it’s so calming and sweet. He’ll never let you go, not even if the house is almost on fire. Please never let this baby stop holding u

Yeosang: While he’s big spoon, he’s so fluffy and cute. Playing with your hair, and asking you how your day was. He’s probably the most positive when he’s cuddled up with you. Ughhh he just loves being that close with you, like he just feels complete. He’ll make sure over and over if you’re comfortable with your position and if you want to switch it up that you guys can, either way it’s so adorable.

San : He’ll be giggly and so excited every minute that he’s big spoon. Getting to be as close as possible to you is honestly a gift and he’s so thankful. Prepared to be soaked with his sloppy kisses all over your shoulder and back 😭 He’ll try and bring you closer and closer to him even though there is no physical way possible to do that LOL, he will not waste anytime just whispering in your ear how much he loves you.

Mingi: BEST CUDDLER EVERRR, sweet baby just loves holding you as tight as he can, you even have to tell him to loosen up a little bit just because he’s holding you so tight. He’s so soft and sweet holding you. And he almost ALWAYS falls asleep when he’s holding you, it’s just routine. That’s why you made a deal with him that you guys can spoon while watching a movie, bc he falls asleep before the movie barely even starts 😭

Wooyoung: He’s so flirty when he’s big spoon, whispering all kinds of things in your ear, like how cute you look under his touch, or how good he would look on top of you. He really has no chill. And when he’s really feeling spicy, he might even say some shit like, “Cmon baby, move on me, I wanna feel you” like OMGGG. But when he’s not like that he’s just so clingy and cute. Holding onto for dear life the whole time and never letting go.

Jongho: Please, PLEASE, let him serenade you while he’s big spoon. He loves just holding you close when he’s sleepy. It feels so completing to him after a long day. He usually takes that time to tell you how much he loves you. All that cute boyfriend stuff. He also catches himself just playing with your hair while being big spoon, either just swirling it, or twisting it around his finger. He’s your personal teddy bear when he’s big spoon.

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[holybibly]

okay hear me out!! little bunny goes to take a shower ok? one of the pups wants to go with her. she would be more skeptical if it was san or mingi or woo, but its just yeosang. he wouldn't try to play with her, right?

wrong! like you said with other senders, yeo is secretly a hard dom. sorry not sorry yall!

so yeah, he pins her to the wall and stims her clit with the showerhead (at the highest pressure, of course) until she cries and stuffs. have fun with that part my brain is #mush

bye bye love ya 💋🎀

Hard dom Yeosang, mmm...

I told you I'm in love with this concept, didn't I? I hope this makes you as dishevelled and nervous as I am when I think about it. Sorry, not sorry; today I want to make you squirm.

"Enjoying yourself, bunny?" Yeosang purrs in a low voice and pulls you closer to him until you're pressed up against his bare chest. It's hot in the shower, but Yeosang's skin seems to be on fire, burning you and making you melt away.

"I-I, yes, a little; it's nice here." You mumble as you feel his lips press against your shoulder and slide up until they leave a kiss on the crimson imprint of Seonghwa's and Hongjoong's teeth, which are still unable to heal from the constant torment of two alphas. If Seonghwa's gorgeous mouth doesn't suck on that sensitive spot at least once a day, the Alpha will go into hysterics, and as far as Hongjoong is concerned, it's a hundred times worse. His lips are on your neck 24/7, and there is no discussion about it.   Yeosang can hardly wait for the day he can sink his fangs into you, too; he licks the sore spot lightly. His hands slide down your sides and come to rest on your hips, his thumbs slowly and emphatically massaging the soft skin.

The black-haired Alpha turns you around to face him, his icy grey eyes piercing you in an instant, holding you in place and making you submit to him. Yeosang is usually quiet, a little distant, and taciturn, but that's not like that when he's alone with you. Like all wolves, Yeosang has a dark, animalistic side to him, and he will never miss an opportunity to show it off to you.

Despite how warm and stuffy it is in the shower, you start to shiver as he leans down to brush his tongue across your lips. There is a low growl from him, and you obey instantly, opening your lips to him.

Cautiously, greedily, he traces the contours of your mouth as if it were uncharted territory, and every lazy move he makes makes you press closer to him, your hands clinging tentatively to his shoulders. It's only when the need for air becomes critical and you start falling apart, your chest heaving rapidly, that you begin to whimper. You try to press yourself closer to his sculpted body. The mucus leaking from you makes your pussy slippery and wet.

"Alpha, please..." You gasp, your heart pounding erratically in your chest.

He gives you a wicked smile and bites your lower lip, making you squeal at the sharp sting of his fangs. His hands slide down to the luxurious curve of your ass, squeezing it hard as he begins to plant rough kisses along the side of your jaw, working their way down to the pillar of your throat. Your head falls back against the tiled wall as he bites down hard on a particularly sensitive spot close to your collarbone, and a moment later his tongue darts out to lick the small drops of blood from the bruised skin. The sensation makes you moan loudly and for a long time, and Yeosang purrs contentedly.

Then he moves lower down to your heavy, luscious breasts, his hot mouth curling around the hard tip of one of your nipples as his hand slides up your belly until his fingers curl around the other. Your back arched under his caresses, your fingers scratching along his back. The low, dark chuckle emanating from his chest sent a delicious shiver down your spine. Oh, my God, Alpha...

The fact that the wolves are addicted to your milk and constantly abuse your breasts is something you still can't get used to. They are always biting, sucking, licking, and drinking, and they still cannot get enough. Your tits have become even more sensitive than they were before, under the constant care of the wolves. It doesn't even have to be anything sexual; all they have to do is keep your nipples in their mouths.

Wooyoung and San recently cornered you just to torment you all night long by sucking on your tits and playing with your nipples. It was a maddening experience. You came so many times you couldn't even count, and they didn't even fuck you properly.

You whimper at the loss of contact and watch the corner of his mouth curl into a grin as Yeosang's mouth pulls away from your chest. Tiny drops of milk glisten on his wet, red lips, and he immediately licks them off, humming in appreciation of the taste.

"Turn your back to me, bunny." He orders in a low voice, and the dark promise in his tone of voice makes you obey with all your might.

The anticipation of what he will do next is simply unbearable. It literally drives you crazy, making you tremble and cower, never knowing what path he will take.

Yeosang stands behind you, silent and motionless, and you dare not look at him, instead staring at the black tiled wall, watching the water trickle down. You can taste Yeosang—leather and powder—in the steam that comes out of the water.

You vaguely hear him fiddling with something. Your ears twitch, hoping to recognise the sound, but the sound of running water makes it difficult. Your thighs rub against each other in an attempt to relieve the aching tension between your legs.

"Alpha, I… Oh!" Your voice changes to a surprised squeal as he suddenly pushes something between your legs—something that you recognise as a silver shower head. The metal in it makes a delightfully cool contrast to the warmth of the water and the heat of your skin.

As Yeosang presses the shower head against your clit, your knees almost buckle and your pussy squirts mucus with an even smoother, more powerful squirt. Only his strong arm, wrapped around your waist, keeps you on your feet, pressing your back against his chest as his teeth nibble gently at the lobe of your ear.

"It's time for a new experience, baby. I promise you're going to feel good."

It is hard for you to think straight. The water is massaging your clit in slippery circles, splashing and spraying over your thighs as they shake with the tension. It takes all your strength and concentration to force yourself to answer, your voice high and shrill.

"Oh, my God. Ewww, Alpha! It's so good."

His answering chuckle, husky and sultry, sends a bolt of lightning straight to the heart of your body.

"Look at you, all wet and beautiful and desperate for me." His hips are pressing up against your ass, and you can feel how hard his cock is and how ready it is for you. It's thick, veiny, and long, perfect for fucking your tender little bunny body.

You let out a whimper as he moved the nozzle, and now the stream of water is right on top of your clit, intense and merciless. It is at this point that you start to breathe out his name, your chest heaving in a desperate attempt to get more air into your lungs. The pressure is too much, too much for you, who've never done this before. You feel like you're teetering dangerously close to the edge, the coil in your stomach wound as tight as it can be without breaking. You are so, so close to cum.

And then Yeosang pulls away, the shower head disappearing between your trembling thighs and taking your orgasm with it. The pleasure that was about to wash over you in a wave of ecstasy is painfully slow to return to your veins. You're practically crying at the loss of this sensation. Tears well up in your eyes, but you know there's nothing you can do about it. If they want to play rough with you, they will drag out the pleasure for hours on end. One time, Seonghwa didn't let you cum all night long until you passed out from the overstimulation.

Yeosang loosens his grip on your waist and gives you a kiss between your shoulder blades. His hand slides up your belly, thumb-stroking your swollen nipples, wet with water and milk, and continues until his long fingers wrap around your throat.

Yeosang's hand tightens around your neck, effectively blocking your airway; your eyes roll back; and your legs shake from the overload of sensations.

"How's that, sweetie? Does your Sangie make you feel good? Tell me, sweetheart, do mommy and daddy play with you like I do?" His voice is dark and hoarse, and there is a hint of arrogance in it that you can hear. He wraps the fingers of his other hand around your sensitive nipple and twists it. You have the urge to squeal, but the grip on your throat prevents any sound from escaping.

His soft lips leave the softest kisses on your shoulders in contrast to the rough touches of your body and the suffocating grip on your throat. The tenderness with which he kisses and honours your skin is almost enough to lull you to sleep, make your head fall back on his chest, and let you lose yourself in your little subspace of desire.

You don't immediately realise what's happening when the sound of running water suddenly gets louder. It's only when his claws start to slide down your spine, scratching at every ridge before they grasp your thigh roughly, that you realise what he's up to. A moment later, the water is hitting you; the shower head is pressing down on your legs, enveloping your already sensitive clit in a swirling whirlpool of heat and moisture. You wheeze, gasping for breath, and Yeosang moans long, excited and thirsty from what you've done.

"Damn, you're so hot, bunny." He moans and presses his mouth close to your ear. "I'm never going to get tired of playing with you; I'm going to torture you and fuck you every fucking day."

As he pushes the nozzle deeper into your pussy you writhe in his arms, your whole body shaking. He suddenly lets go of your throat, only to wrap his hand around your waist and pull you closer to him, his thick cock sliding between the cheeks of your plump ass.

His lips curl up in a wicked smile against the back of your neck.

It's almost frightening how dishevelled you are. The heat coils in your abdomen, dark and intense, yearning for release.

"P-please, please, Yeosang..." You whimper almost incoherently, squirming in his iron grip in a desperate attempt to increase the friction.

Yeosang laughs maliciously at your futile attempts.

"I need a little bit more from you, baby." His voice gets deeper and deeper, sounding almost animalistic and incredibly seductive. He pushes his hips into your ass, the hot length sliding perfectly between your buttocks, staining the space with a mixture of your mucus and his pre-cum. The base of his knot can already be felt, and you know what it is that he wants to hear from you.

"I want your alpha knot; I want you to tie me; I want you to make me your bitch." The words come out of you in the most natural way possible, as if this is what you were born to do. You have repeated them so many times that it is as if they have been imprinted on your tongue.

As the knot in your stomach tightens as your orgasm builds, desperation seeps into your tone.

"Alpha, please, I am going to be the best bunny for you. I want your knot so badly."

"Then you can cum, my little bunny. Show me what a good girl you are." Yeosang growls as the hand on your waist slides up and begins to knead your breasts roughly. Your tits are so swollen with milk that they can barely fit in the palm of his hand. The added sensation sends you over the edge with a deafening scream, your cunt clenching around nothing as you squirm weakly in his firm grip, feeling completely boneless.

It takes a few long seconds for the rush of pleasure to wear off. Yeosang gently strokes between your velour ears and plants hot kisses on your neck and shoulders as you come to your senses.

"The Alpha wants to tear you apart and breed you such a beautiful and obedient bunny. You are all mine, so juicy and sweet. Do you think you can take my knot right now, baby?"

[a-soft-hornytiny]

Lecture.

Summary: Your roommate Mingi decides to tease you and you take your revenge.

Word count: 2.8k+

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Mingi x female!reader

Warnings: blow job, hand job, teasing, cum, cum swallowing, oral, dirty talk, bit of voyeurism ig (Let me know if I missed something) be careful while reading.

Notes: this has been chilling in my ideas for a looooong time. I think one of my moots made me write this down, sadly don’t remember who. And hello~ im kinda back?

Taglist: after the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)

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Unfortunately you had started studying right when covid hit and now you were stuck in this university dorm with your hot but annoying roommate Mingi 24/7. You shouldn’t really be complaining, you knew that. He took care of his stuff, did his chores and cleaned after himself. Yes he was a bit loud sometimes when he was recording some of his rap tracks in his room but that was not why you were annoyed.

You were annoyed because you didn’t know if he knew what he was doing when he walked out of the bathroom. Just a towel around his waist. Little water drops running down his chest.

And he decided to always shower right when you had an online lecture.

You couldn’t escape it either since the living room table was the only place in the dorm where the internet was good enough to survive a whole hour and a half lecture. And the bathroom door led to the living room, which led to his room.

Of course he didn’t do anything wrong in particular but how were you supposed to concentrate on “The basics of marine anatomy” when you had “The basics of human anatomy” walking right in front of you.

But you couldn’t say anything until you figured out if he was doing it on purpose or if his extremely innocent image was real. But you weren’t sure how.

Your first attempt was lying about when your lectures were. You told him they were earlier than usual and waited for him to come out of his room, but he didn’t. He went to shower at the same time as usual, which meant it still collided with your schedule. You couldn’t actually skip a lecture just to prove that your roommate wanted to make you horny.

And just as you were nearly convinced that he just had a weird daily schedule of showering at exactly 9:15am, your schedule changed and your lecture was delayed from 9am to 11am. And suddenly he started going to the bathroom at 11:15am.

There was no way that was a coincidence.

And with that little theory you decided to jump into the cold water and the next time he came out of the bathroom, hot as always, you bluntly stared him down.

“Like what you see?” He raised one eyebrow while walking into the kitchen, not even sparing you a glance. But you could swear that you saw him smirk.

You didn’t answer. You let your eyes wander from his short pink hair, which he was sloppily drying off with a towel, to his defined shoulders over his long torso and his slightly visible abs.

“I think you should get back to your lecture or your professor will wonder what makes you drool.” He said while picking up an apple from the counter and walking over to his room. Before he closed his door he gave you a quick wink. And that was all the proof you needed. He was doing it on purpose.

And you were gonna get back at him.

Shortly after your first lesson ended you started creating your masterplan. Fight fire with fire they say.

Not only did he know about your schedule but you also knew about his. So right before his evening lecture you decided to take your best underwear and run to the bathroom. You waited a few minutes until you heard him settle down at the living room table before you started your shower.

oh he will regret this you thought while stepping out of the shower and putting on a very revealing bra and fitting panties. You dried yourself off just enough to not make a mess and took a step towards the door. While grabbing the handle you realized how nervous you were. But you wanted him to feel the consequences of his actions and opened the door.

Mingi had just finished a sentence when the bathroom door opened. He thought nothing of it at first but when he saw skin in the corner of his eye he couldn’t help but look up. And there you were.

You tried not to look at him directly while walking to the kitchen sink to get a glass of water but you could feel him staring. The feeling of being scanned from top to bottom gave you goosebumps. Was that how he felt when you stared at him?

Just as you finished your glass of water, you turned around. You had expected him to be subtle. To glance at you from time to time. But you were wrong. So wrong. He had turned towards you on his chair, his legs were spread and his eyes were completely fixated on you.

“Like what you see?” You imitated him while walking to the living room. “I think you should get back to your lecture before your prof-“

“My camera is off and I’m muted.” He interrupted you with a huge smile on his face. But it wasn’t a happy smile, it was a dirty one.

You felt shivers run down your spine. Fuck. It felt like he was a predator and you were his prey. Suddenly you could feel every single centimeter of your exposed skin. And it was burning. His hands were resting on the inside of his thighs. You couldn’t do anything against it when your eyes decided to lock on his crotch. An all too familiar tickling feeling appeared in your stomach as you imagined what may be lying underneath his pants. But he noticed.

“Well you must be down bad for me if you put so much effort in just to get my attention.” You answered while leaning on the table right across from him, giving him a good view of your cleavage. He gulped. Success.

“You could’ve told me instead Mingi, honey. Now we’ve wasted so much precious time.” You grinned at him before turning around and slowly, really slowly walking towards your room. You could feel his eyes on your curves as they moved from side to side.

But before you even realized it, you heard the sound of a chair and felt arms wrap around your waist. You inhaled sharply as he pressed his body against yours. You couldn’t see him but he rested his head on your shoulder and whispered against your neck.

“Oh Y/n, please stay with me a little longer… My lecture is getting boring.” He exhaled against your ear and hugged you even closer. You could feel his desire for you… and you could feel his.. oh my god.

You didn’t even realize that you had held your breath until he let go of you and walked back to the living room table. He was giving you a choice. You could either go to your room, get dressed and forget what happened or you could turn around, possibly risking your perfectly platonic relationship and see what happens next. And both sides had their perks. On one hand you were still burning in embarrassment and wanted to hide in your room for the next week or so. But on the other hand you could feel the little puddle in your panties and the excitement in your bones.

You decided to turn around.

He didn’t say anything while you walked towards him, only giving you a small smile. But it seemed genuine. He seemed genuinely relieved that you decided to turn around. You wanted to sit on his lap but he stopped you.

“Wait a bit, I have to present some of my assignments results soon and I have to turn my camera on for that.” He scratched the back of his head, sorry on one side and upset on the other. He pointed to the chair next to him instead.

It was good that it was midsummer, otherwise you would’ve been cold. But this way it was fine. You sat down next to him, still feeling his eyes on you.

“Mister Song, please present your results now.” You heard the voice of his professor through his laptop. Mingi then unmuted and turned his camera on. While he started talking you tried to take in every detail of his flawless face. He had really sharp features which were a big contrast to his soft image. Your eyes scanned his body as he seemed to be uncomfortable with something. And then your eyes landed on his crotch again.

There was not much left to imagination anymore. You could clearly see the outline of his hard dick in his pants. And he was squirming, obviously bothered by the tightness of his pants. A quick picture rushed through your mind. No, you can’t do that. Or maybe you could? You felt your cheeks heat up as the image got clear in your head. Fuck it. You had nothing to lose.

Without much hesitation you slipped off your chair and kneeled down under the table. Right in front of him. You could see his eyes widen as your hands fiddled with his belt. He started stuttering and his ears turned red.

“And that's when I found a study proclaiming th-that-“ he cleared his throat and sat up straight. You couldn’t help but chuckle slightly as you finally managed to open his pants and pull out the massive tent in his underwear. Mingi cleared his throat again before he continued talking. There was already a wet patch at the top of his dick showing how aroused he actually was and you couldn’t help but touch it softly.

He sharply inhaled, interrupting himself mid sentence. “Is everything alright Mister Song?” His professor asked, making him blush profusely. “Yes sir, I’m good” he answered, his voice still shaking. The vibrations of his deep voice sent shivers down your spine as he continued to elaborate on his studies.

You loved the power you had in this moment. His whole body reacted to everything you did, even if it was just a nervous rush of his eyes. Time to make it worse.

You grabbed his underwear and slowly pulled it down until his cock sprung free. You watched it move as your mouth filled with saliva. Fuck he was huge. The tip of his dick was slightly wet and it stood tall. You wanted to suck him off so bad. And as you were kneeling in front of him you realized that you wanted to do this for a long time.

But as he did for you, you wanted to give him a choice. When he had a short break in talking you looked at him with big question marks in your eyes, your mouth hovering over his dick by just an inch. His eyes were big and a bit puffy as he looked down but he didn’t answer. All that he did was softly taking the back of your head in his right hand and pushing you closer.

That was a yes.

Without any hesitation you opened your mouth widely, allowing him to guide his dick into your mouth. Then he let go.

He tasted amazing. You closed your mouth around his tip and let your tongue run over it a few times. Goosebumps formed on his whole body but you decided not to move. Until he started talking again.

Right when he opened his mouth to start another sentence you wrapped one hand around the shaft of his dick and let your head slide down. You could take about half of him without having to deepthoat, the other half was in your hand. He let out a quiet but pathetic moan before collecting himself and starting anew.

You looked up at him with a mischievous light in your eyes as you started to move your head up and down in a steady rhythm. You hum slightly, the vibration intensifying his pleasure. His breath was heavy but he managed to stay still and keep talking. You moved your hand with your mouth to feel his whole length.

In the corner of your eyes you could see that his thighs were slightly shaking as you stopped and gently licked his tip again. You felt how much he held himself back. He wanted to buckle up his hips, he wanted to moan your name and grab your head to push you deeper. But that had to wait.

“To conclude, my research successfully proved the given statement.” His voice was getting lower and lower and his eyes darkened as his professor thanked him and called on the next in line. You never had someone shut his laptop so fast. You stopped.

“But Mingi, your lecture still goes on for half an hour..” you wanted to protest but he had already pushed the table back to get a better sight of you.

“Who fucking cares.” He said before grabbing your head and pushing you closer. You immediately opened your mouth, willing to take him as deep as he wanted. You felt his dick enter your mouth and touch the back of your throat. You took a deep breath through your nose before you pushed your head down further, taking him completely.

Mingi let out a deep growly moan and looked at you in disbelief. “One one ever took me completely..” he groaned before throwing his head back. “Fuck.”

You felt high. The adrenaline rushed through your veins as you felt his pre-cum leak down your throat. You were good at this. You knew that. His hand was buried in your hair but he didn’t put any pressure on it, he let you do your thing. And you did your thing.

After giving yourself a few seconds to adjust, you started to move your tongue around his base while slowly picking up speed. His moans were angelic. He clearly wasn’t afraid of being loud and it was obvious that he didn’t care what people think. The walls were thin.

“God Y/n why did you never tell me how good you are at this?” He asked, completely out of breath. You couldn’t answer, still having his pulsating cock inside of your mouth. But he didn’t need an answer. All he needed was your wet mouth around his dick.

“This is the exact outcome I had hoped for.” He chuckled, taking a deep breath after. “Fuck I’m already close.” He whispered as his grip in your hands got stronger. A feeling of superiority overcame you as you felt his dick twitch. Then you slid back, continuing your movements with your hands but giving him a dirty smirk.

“If I had known you wanted me to do this, I would’ve done it way earlier..” you grinned, making him moan. “Such a big dick but not brave enough to make a proper move on me.” You were teasing him. You wanted him to feel what you felt. Even though you knew there may be consequences for that.

He let out a small whine. “I’ll return the favor I swear but please don’t let me wait much longer.”

You chuckled and let some salvia drop on his tip before taking him again. You could taste the salt on your tongue. A clear indicator that he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Cum for me handsome..” you whispered under your breath before picking up speed again. His moans got louder, more frequent as his hips began to shake. His right hand was still caught up in your hair but his left hand was grabbing the chair. And he was squeezing the wood so hard that if you didn’t know any better you would think it was about to burst.

“Please Y/n, let me fill you up..” he groaned, getting closer to his high with every little movement of your tongue. _With pleasure_ you thought carefully sucking on his tip.

He started shaking uncontrollably, his head thrown back. “Fuck fuck fuck!” He moaned as his cum started filling your mouth. It tasted amazing and you gladly gulped down every drop of it, still moving slowly to help him ride out his orgasm. His whole body was in high tension as you swallowed the last drop of his cum and let go of him.

His body immediately collapsed on the chair and his breathing started to get more and more regular. You didn’t move. Still kneeling in front of him.

When he finally opened his eyes he gave you a dark smile.

“I think we should move this into your bedroom”

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[domm1etae]

Ｐｕｐｐｙ Ｌｕｓｔ

mingi x seonghwa x yunho

smut | mdni

2.6k

What starts as a simple plea for rest quickly turns into an intense and sensual encounter as two puppy hybrids, Yunho and Mingi, overwhelm their human partner Seonghwa with raw desire

nsfw tags under

puppy hybrids, m/m/m, top yunho, top mingi, bottom seonghwa, threesome, anal sex, fingering, double penetration, unprotected sex, nipple play, nipple sucking, nipple licking, anal rimming, pet names, dirty talk, size difference, praises, neck kissing (hickeys),

The room was bathed in the dim, intimate glow of a single lamp, casting shadows that clung to the corners like velvet. Seonghwa, utterly exhausted from the day’s demands, collapsed onto the bed, his limbs feeling leaden with fatigue. His chest heaved with deep breaths as his eyelids drooped, on the verge of surrendering to sleep.

"Seonghwa, you can’t fall asleep just yet," Yunho’s voice broke the silence, soft yet insistent. His long, delicate fingers began to trace lazy circles on Seonghwa’s thigh, a subtle reminder of their cherished nighttime rituals.

Mingi, looming over them both with his imposing presence, leaned in closer, his sharp eyes glinting with a smoldering desire. "We need you awake, baby," he murmured, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips. The atmosphere around them seemed to thicken, charged with an electric tension that seemed to pulse between them.

Seonghwa groaned in frustration, rolling onto his back with a weary sigh. His dark eyes, heavy with sleep, pleaded for relief. "Please, just let me sleep tonight. I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open."

Yunho’s puppy eyes softened with empathy, but his determination remained unwavering. "But we miss you so much," he pouted, his hand now sliding under Seonghwa’s shirt, fingertips grazing his sensitive skin. "You always make us feel so good. You know how much we need you, our precious Hwa."

Mingi nodded, his muscular frame shifting even closer, his presence overwhelming in the confined space of the room. "You know we can’t resist you when you look like this, our beautiful little human," he added, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that seemed to resonate through Seonghwa’s entire being.

Seonghwa sighed deeply, a complex mix of resignation and arousal stirring within him. He was well-acquainted with their routine—the way their touches could ignite fires within him, even when he was utterly exhausted. "Fine," he muttered, his words coming out more as a surrender than genuine consent.

Yunho’s face lit up with a triumphant grin, his excitement evident as he moved to straddle Seonghwa’s hips. "Good boy," he praised, his hands deftly working to unbutton Seonghwa’s pants. Mingi took his position behind Seonghwa, his large hands gentle as they began to explore Seonghwa’s body with an expert touch.

"Let’s take it slow tonight," Yunho suggested, his voice husky with anticipation. He leaned down, pressing his lips to Seonghwa’s in a tender kiss that quickly deepened. His tongue sought entrance, urging Seonghwa to respond.

Mingi observed intently, his own desire mounting as he saw the effect Yunho was having on Seonghwa. Reaching out, he traced the outline of Seonghwa’s nipple through his shirt, teasing it into hardness with a feather-light touch.

Seonghwa moaned into Yunho’s mouth, his body betraying his initial reluctance as arousal began to overpower his fatigue. His hands found Yunho’s hair, gripping it gently as the kiss grew more intense.

Breaking the kiss, Yunho gazed down at Seonghwa, his eyes dark with a fierce lust. "You feel incredible," he breathed, his hands moving to remove Seonghwa’s shirt. Mingi mirrored his actions, efficiently undoing the buttons of Seonghwa’s shirt, exposing his chest to the cool air of the room.

"Touch yourself for us," Mingi commanded softly, his eyes never leaving Seonghwa’s as he watched the flush of arousal spread across his skin. Seonghwa hesitated for a moment, then slowly brought his hand down to his erection, his fingers teasing his own nipples.

Yunho shifted his position, aligning himself above Seonghwa’s hand and guiding it with slow, deliberate strokes. "That’s it, sweetheart," he encouraged, his breath quickening as he felt Seonghwa’s fingers moving in sync with his. He then moved his head down and blew a soft breath on Seonghwa’s nipple, watching as the tiny nub tightened further under the cool caress. With a flick of his tongue, he captured it, suckling gently at first, then more insistently as Seonghwa arched beneath him.

Mingi moved in closer, his mouth hovering just above Seonghwa’s neck. He began to trace his kisses along Seonghwa’s neck, then started creating spots on his skin with his skilled tongue.

Seonghwa’s moans filled the room, his body reacting instinctively to their combined attentions.

Yunho looked up, his own need becoming unbearable. He pulled away from Seonghwa’s hand, positioning himself at Seonghwa’s entrance. "Are you ready, my love?" he asked, his voice strained with desire.

Seonghwa nodded, his eyes glazed with a mixture of fear and anticipation. "Yes," he whispered, his body trembling slightly as Yunho lowered his head, pulling Seonghwa’s cheeks apart to see his entrance better, and slowly began to pleasure him with his tongue.

Mingi wrapped his hand around Seonghwa’s cock. "I’ve got you, baby," he promised, his strokes sure and steady, matching the rhythm of Yunho’s thrusting tongue.

Yunho inserted two fingers and began to move, his long fingers rocking gently at first, then gaining speed as he found his rhythm. "So tight," he said, his voice strained with effort while he continued to pleasure Seonghwa’s entrance, his forehead beading with sweat as he fought to maintain control.

Seonghwa’s world narrowed down to the sensations pulsing through him—the fullness of Yunho inside him, the friction of Mingi’s hand, the heat that seemed to radiate from every pore. "More," he begged, his voice breaking as the pressure built.

Yunho obliged, his fingers curling to hit that sweet spot inside Seonghwa. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and Seonghwa’s muffled moans. Mingi’s hand moved faster, twisting slightly at the tip with each upstroke.

"You’re doing so well, my gorgeous boy," Mingi murmured, his free hand caressing Seonghwa’s face. "So beautiful like this."

"I think you’re ready for us now, princess," Mingi said, his own arousal reaching a boiling point.

Yunho looked up, removing his pants with a practiced motion, just like Mingi. "We’re going to take you raw, baby, both of us," he smirked at Seonghwa, his hand stroking Seonghwa’s face with a mix of affection and anticipation.

"Don’t worry, you’ll be begging us not to stop," Mingi added, his voice low and commanding.

Seonghwa’s eyes widened, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness flashing across his face. "Both of you?" he whispered, his voice trembling slightly.

Yunho nodded, his eyes dark with desire. "We’ll take care of you," he promised, pressing a gentle kiss to Seonghwa’s forehead.

Mingi positioned himself behind Seonghwa, his large hands gripping Seonghwa’s hips firmly. "Relax, darling," he murmured, his breath hot and heavy against Seonghwa’s ear.

Slowly, carefully, they began to enter him together. Seonghwa gasped, his body tensing at the initial stretch. Yunho peppered his face with soft kisses, whispering words of encouragement as they eased into him.

"You're doing so well, sweetheart," Mingi praised, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Just breathe and let us in."

Seonghwa whimpered, overwhelmed by the fullness and the burning stretch that bordered on pain. But as Yunho and Mingi paused, allowing him to adjust to their presence, he began to relax, his muscles slowly releasing their tension. Yunho took advantage of the momentary calm, pressing a soft kiss to Seonghwa’s lips, his tongue tracing the curve of his mouth. Mingi, meanwhile, reached around to stroke Seonghwa’s chest, his fingers teasing his nipples into hard, aching points.

As Seonghwa’s body began to accept their intrusion, Yunho and Mingi started to move, their thrusts slow and gentle at first, but gradually increasing in intensity.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a slow, sensual dance that left Seonghwa breathless. "Oh, god," he whispered, his voice barely audible over their labored breathing. Yunho’s lips brushed against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "We’ve got you, Hwa," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "We’ll take care of you, our precious one."

Mingi’s hands roamed over Seonghwa’s chest, his fingers tracing the curves of his muscles, sending waves of pleasure through his body. "You’re so beautiful like this," he whispered, his breath hot against Seonghwa’s skin.

Seonghwa’s body trembled with pleasure as Yunho and Mingi continued their sensual assault. The sensation of being filled by both of them was overwhelming, but in the best way possible. He could feel every inch of them, the way they moved inside of him, the heat of their skin against his. He moaned louder, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through him.

Yunho’s thrusts became more insistent, his hips snapping forward with a primal need. His fingers dug into Seonghwa’s hips, holding him in place as he took him with growing urgency.

Seonghwa's body was slick with sweat, his muscles trembling as Yunho’s thrusts grew increasingly demanding. The rhythm of Yunho’s movements was relentless, each thrust pushing Seonghwa closer to the edge. Mingi, too, was nearly overwhelmed, his fingers digging into Seonghwa’s hips as he thrust into him with unwavering intensity.

Seonghwa's moans escalated into desperate cries, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps with every frantic thrust from Yunho. The mounting pressure inside him was almost unbearable, his body tightening and quivering as the rhythm of their movements quickened. “Don’t stop, please,” he pleaded, his voice a strained whisper that barely rose above the crescendo of their synchronized thrusts.

Mingi’s grip on Seonghwa’s hips grew tighter, his fingers digging in as he matched Yunho’s rhythm with fervor. “Harder,” Mingi commanded, his voice a deep, urgent growl, laced with an animalistic edge. “Fuck him harder, don’t hold back.”

At Mingi’s commanding words, Yunho’s eyes lit up with fierce determination. Without a moment’s hesitation, he increased his pace, his hips driving forward with renewed intensity. Each powerful thrust sent Seonghwa’s body jolting forward, his head arching back as he let out a string of guttural, silent screams. The combined force of Yunho and Mingi’s relentless movements pushed Seonghwa dangerously close to the brink of orgasm.

Seonghwa’s back arched off the bed, his mouth open in a silent scream of pure ecstasy as the pleasure surged to an overwhelming peak. Yunho’s gaze, locked onto Seonghwa’s, burned with raw intensity. Each thrust drove deeper, making Seonghwa’s body shiver with each impact. Mingi’s lips brushed against Seonghwa’s neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before sinking in with a possessive bite. The sharp sting of the bite made Seonghwa’s hips thrust back involuntarily, his entire body reacting to the fierce dual stimulation.

Yunho’s hand grasped Seonghwa’s erection, his fingers wrapping around the swollen flesh with a firm, deliberate grip. Seonghwa’s eyes locked onto Yunho’s as he began to stroke him with rhythmic precision. His mouth fell open in a breathless cry, a scream building in his throat as Yunho’s touch sent intense shivers of pleasure coursing through him.

Mingi’s teeth remained embedded in Seonghwa’s neck, his mouth working in a slow, sensual rhythm that perfectly matched their pounding movements. Seonghwa gasped, his body trembling with each stroke and thrust. “I’m close,” he managed to gasp out, his voice strained and breathless.

“Come for us, Hwa,” Mingi whispered, his voice thick with desire and possessiveness. “Let go.”

Yunho’s strokes quickened, his grip tightening as Seonghwa’s body tensed beneath him. “Let go, Hwa,” he urged, his hips snapping forward with increased vigor, pushing Seonghwa to the edge.

Seonghwa’s body quaked violently as he reached his climax, his release erupting in a silent scream of unadulterated pleasure. Tears streamed down his flushed cheeks as the intensity of his orgasm consumed him. Despite his release, Yunho and Mingi continued their relentless pace, their thrusts growing more urgent and forceful as they chased their own climaxes.

Overwhelmed by the intensity and overstimulation, Seonghwa’s voice broke into desperate pleas. “Please, stop,” he cried out, his voice cracking as tears continued to fall from his eyes.

Mingi’s voice cut through the haze, barely more than a whisper, yet filled with a commanding tone. “Seonghwa, but your puppies need their climax too.”

Yunho and Mingi’s thrusts became even more intense and primal, their movements raw and relentless. Sweat dripped from Yunho’s brow, landing on Seonghwa’s chest as he pounded into him with unrestrained passion. Mingi’s face was a mask of fierce concentration, his eyes wild with an intense focus as he gripped Seonghwa’s hair, pulling him closer and forcing him into a deeper embrace.

As they reached the peak of their own climaxes, Yunho and Mingi’s bodies tensed, their release coming in explosive waves. Mingi’s low, guttural moan reverberated through Seonghwa, his cock pulsing deeply within him. Yunho’s cry was louder, his voice breaking with the force of his release as he filled Seonghwa completely. The combined climax flooded Seonghwa’s passage, his body trembling violently with the aftershocks of their powerful release.

Exhausted and spent, Mingi and Yunho collapsed onto Seonghwa, their chests heaving with labored breaths as they tried to regain their composure. Seonghwa’s passage continued to throb with the lingering effects of their intense climax, his muscles still quivering from the overwhelming sensations. The room was thick with the heady scent of sweat and sex, the only sound their ragged, gasping breaths.

Mingi’s head rested heavily on Seonghwa’s shoulder, his lips hovering near the bite mark he had left. As they slowly descended from their euphoric high, Yunho and Mingi gently withdrew, their softening cocks slipping free with a wet, squelching sound. Seonghwa’s passage felt empty and tender, his muscles still trembling with the residual effects of their release.

Yunho and Mingi exchanged a look, their faces reflecting a mixture of satisfaction and concern. The signs of their roughness were clear on Seonghwa’s flushed, disheveled face.

Yunho spoke first, his voice a low, remorseful whisper. “Hwa, we’re so sorry,” he said, his eyes filled with genuine regret as he looked down at Seonghwa, his ears and eyes showing his distress.

Mingi’s voice was hushed, his breath warm and soothing against Seonghwa’s skin. “We didn’t mean to be so rough, Hwa,” he murmured, his lips brushing Seonghwa’s shoulder with a tender, apologetic kiss.

Seonghwa’s eyes, still glowing with the aftermath of their intense encounter, met Yunho’s. A small, affectionate smile played on his lips as he reached out, gently cupping Yunho’s cheek in his hand. “My good boys,” he whispered, his voice filled with a deep, heartfelt contentment. “I didn’t mind at all. I enjoyed it.”

Mingi’s eyes widened in surprised relief, his frown softening into a smile. Yunho mirrored Mingi’s expression, a contented sigh escaping him as the tension drained from his body.

Seonghwa’s hand, still resting on Yunho’s cheek, began to move in soothing strokes, scratching behind his ear with a gentle touch. Yunho’s eyes fluttered closed, a low hum of pleasure vibrating through his chest as he leaned into the affectionate gesture. Seonghwa’s hand then moved to Mingi, his fingers tracing along the curve of Mingi’s cheekbone and then tangling gently in his hair. Mingi shivered with a mix of pleasure and relief, his eyes closing in contentment.

Without further words, Yunho and Mingi both nestled their heads into Seonghwa’s lap, their breathing gradually slowing as they relaxed into the warmth of his embrace. Seonghwa’s hands continued their tender ministrations, his fingers softly stroking their hair as he looked down at them with a soft, affectionate smile. His eyes radiated warmth and love, his touch soothing as they basked in the afterglow of their shared passion.

Yunho’s voice, barely more than a murmur, vibrated through Seonghwa’s lap. “Thank you, Hwa,” he whispered, his exhaustion evident as his and Mingi’s eyes began to droop with sleep.

Yunho’s voice was barely more than a murmur. “Thank you, Hwa,” he whispered, his exhaustion evident as his and Mingi’s eyes began to close.

[chaeinedup]

1 + 1 = S2

Loud music could be heard from both rooms in the house. Your neighbours have probably grown accostumed to such thing, it meant it was going out night. Part of them was relieved it wasn't another noisy game night, which are pretty frequent as well.

You were seated on the floor, redoing your ponytails for the 3rd time. Your arms were on fire but you were committed to this look.

"Siri, call yuyu please."

"Calling yuyu."

.....

"Hello ? Y/n ?"

"Hiii just wanted to ask where you are."

"We're almost ready to leave the house. You guys ?"

"I'm almost done if my hair cooperates with me. Wooyoung is most likely waiting for me. I'm surprised he hasn't barged in my room yet."

"Try not to be late!"

"AS IF!!"

"Don't give me attitude missy. Now I'm gonna get the car started, I'll see you in a bit. Bye"

"Bye Bye, don't miss me!"

.....

After 10 more minutes you were finally done. One last look in the mirror and all that work paid off. The boots made your legs look longer and your mini skirt complemented the cropped shirt well. You grabbed your purse and headed to the leaving room where a very impacient Wooyoung awaited you.

"What took you so long ?"

"It takes time to look this good you know?"

"Pleeeease!!"

"Don't roll your eyes at me wooyoung I'll hit you."

"And I'd like it so who's really winning?"

He gave you his signature smirk and winked at you from the couch.

"EW. Let's go. The others already left."

The club was pretty crowded, expected for a friday night, but you weren't scared to get lost. You like to get loose. And it's not like you don't have 8 guys that are constantly keeping an eye on you.

"Don't run off on us again for the love of god."

"Seonghwa for your own sake if I stay none of yall are pulling anyone. Same applies to me."

"Why do you want to get with anyone ?"

"Wouldn't you like to know! I'm off, if you need me yell."

You made your way t the dance floor before he opened his mouth.

"BUT YOU WON'T HEAR IT!!"

"YEAH THAT'S THE POINT!!"

Since it was a 2000s night you were more than happy to have traded your comfortable apartment for the hell. It has it's perks.

You had no idea but someone was drilling holes in your head, Wooyoung was exceptionally bothered by how you left them behind.

"How can she just leave ?"

"Cause she can ?? What are you on about, chill she's not your girl."

Mingi's words were harsher than what met the eye. Sure you weren't dating but he can't lie that the though of some other guy touching you infuriated him. He kept denying his feelings and that maybe this was just him wanting to protect his friend. But Yunho smiled to himself when he saw Wooyoungs furrowed eyebrows.

"You should just tell her how you feel you know?"

"What feelings? It's just unfair we're her friends and she doesn't care."

"And you care too much for "just a friend" don't you think? Listen she can take care of herself she's always been this way, you get used t it."

Yunho tried to relax him but it just made Wooyoung get int his head. Maybe he should've stayed home. No, he couldn't possibly let you out of the house by yourself looking like that.

Meanwhile you were having the time of your life, you had met a group of girls that were on their bacherolette party. It's like you knew them all your life, screaming all the songs, taking pictures, clinking drinks. Girlhood.

You decided to go get another drink and since no one else wanted anything you went alone. Normally this would mean getting approached by a couple of random guys trying to smooth talk you and al of them failling to do so. But unlike other times, the voice behind you was familiar.

"So. Are you having fun ?"

"Oh my god Yunho, I am those girls are so fun. Did you know that the bride and groom met through mutual friends and they actually lived together for a while before he realised he had feelings for her?? How CUTE is that??"

He couldn't help but smile due to the resemblances.

"Yeah it's really sweet. I guess you really never know when love is ready to knock at your door. But what about you, have you gone maneater on anyone?"

"I kinda don't care honestly, I'm having a good time and that's all I care about."

"That's my girl. Now be sure to behave. If you need us, we're at the booth.

He kissed your cheek before disappearing into the sea of people.

You looked at the time, 5:23am. Time to call it a night. You sayed goodbye to the group of girls that accompanied you through the night and wished them all the best. Making your way up to the booths you realised you were a lot more under the influence than you thought. You didn't really care, it's almost the end of the night and the guys are more then used to this side of yours.

Once they saw you they cheered and clapped, you bowed like a princess and smiled at their unnecessary but appreaciated "welcome back".

"How many fishes did you catch sailor?" Mingi gave you another shot he had brought upstairs.

"A THOUSAND" You yelled and chugged the green liquid. "I'm kidding 0, there's no cute guys here."

You sat down next a very pouty Wooyoung.

"What's up with you? What happened to my loud and energetic comrade?"

He gave you no answer, just his cold gaze.

"Damn are you really that upset that I didn't stick around? I thought you were used to it by now."

He got up and made his way to the balcony. There's no way he's throwing a tantrum for something so stupid, you thought to yourself. You followed his angry steps.

"Be so fucking serious Wooyoung? What the fuck?"

He turned to you and you could see there wasn't a hint of alchool in his system. This wasn't one of his drunk stunts that he pulled when he wanted a tad bit more of attention. He was actually upset.

"Okay, I'm sorry I'm being so agressive, just talk to me woo, please."

"I don't like you running off on us that's all."

"That's not all Wooyoung, we've never been mad at eachother and it's not gonna start now."

You got closer to him holding his hands and caressing them. You were giving him your most sincere eyes and he couldn't believe that he was about to kiss you.

It caught you by surprise, so much so you froze in the first few seconds, not knowing if this was a dream or reality. You decide to give in nonetheless. His hands soft, like you remembered from all the times he touched your skin in times of need. Heartbreaks, cramps, tickles, you name it. He was always there for you.

Yunho sipped his drink with a victorious grin, as he watched from the inside. He looked at the rest of the guys and let out a "I told you so."

previous// //next

[letsgoletsgetit08]

summary: Mingi knows that the post will get Yunho's attention. He misses him and if jealousy is the only sure-fire way to get him to cave, then so be it. He's willing to face the consequences of a jealous, possessive Jeong Yunho.

warnings: mdni, dom!yunho x dom!seonghwa x sub!mingi, oral sex, punishment, jealousy, group sex, degradation

word count: 3,869

ao3 link: lessons learned

lessons learned

“What exactly do you think you're doing?” Yunho's voice was calm. Too calm. A shiver ran down Mingi’s spine at the tone of it. It was exactly the reaction he had been hoping for when he posted the picture a few minutes ago. His lower back was screaming, still laying in the same position on his couch that he had been in to take the picture, but had he moved, it wouldn't have been as effective. He wanted Yunho to walk in and see him posed exactly the same way. He had left the hotel door propped open just for it, actually. This was a last ditch effort after being all but ignored by the man for the last few weeks.

“Oh, hey Yunho. What's up?” Mingi didn't look up, eyes glued to his phone. But he knew the tops of his ears were starting to turn red, giving him away.

“I asked you a question, Mingi.” Yunho's voice still came from the same spot behind Mingi in the doorway. Mingi had to resist craning his neck to look at him. Yunho looked so good when he was jealous. But Mingi had to be strong. He was determined to draw this out, achieve his goal. If he gave in now, Yunho might take the attention and leave. Mingi had other plans.

Mingi adjusted his hips slightly, knowing the movement would be noted by Yunho, “I'm just fucking around on Instagram.” He tried to keep his tone casual.

“A fan of yours dm'd me about this, you know.” Yunho finally entered the room, circling around the coffee table to sit on the armrest of the couch by Mingi’s head.

“About what?” Mingi played innocent, looking up at Yunho through his eyelashes.

Yunho ignored his question, reading the message instead, “‘Are you just going to let this happen?’ What am I supposed to do with you, Mingi?”

“I haven't eaten yet, if you want to-” Mingi started, knowing that wasn't what Yunho meant.

“Mingi,” Yunho reached down to touch Mingi’s cheek, “You’re making this very hard on me. I've been trying to be good. Last time we did this… it got messy.”

It was true. They had agreed to not continue sleeping together at the beginning of the year. It had become all-consuming, hard to differentiate their personal and work relationships. Verging on psychological torture on Mingi’s end, never knowing if Yunho was being extra rough because things hadn't gone his way at the studio or if it was just part of their dynamic. Aftercare cut short due to packed schedules, leaving them both feeling raw, feelings unresolved. They agreed to cool it. See other people. But they were both single again for the first time since then, had been for around a month. And all Mingi could think about was how much he missed Yunho. Giving over control. Letting himself be had. Kept. Knowing whom he belonged to. It was driving him mad.

“I've been trying, too, I swear.” Mingi sat up so Yunho could sit on the couch, then immediately rested his head in the older's lap, sighing softly as long fingers combed through his hair.

“Hmm.” Yunho considered, “Yet you still posted those pictures.”

Mingi sat up fully, feeling exposed and a little foolish, staring straight ahead rather than looking at Yunho, “They weren't just for you. Atiny seemed to really like them.” He defended himself.

“Oh, I'm sure they did, jagi.” Yunho reached over to turn Mingi’s head towards him, “But there's no need to lie.”

Jagi. It had been months since Yunho pulled out a pet name. Mingi felt heat rush south at the word, his brain starting to buzz happily, already slipping easily into subspace, even after months of disuse.

Mingi swallowed, “Sorry.” His voice barely made it past his lips, throat suddenly very dry.

“And I'll make sure you mean that.” Yunho's thumb traced over Mingi’s bottom lip, pulling on it slightly before releasing, “But after this we need to have a discussion. I don't want it to end like last time. And I think we can do a better job at setting boundaries, making the lines more clear.”

“Yes, absolutely.” Mingi had barely heard a word past the first sentence, but he trusted Yunho.

“I want you to feel safe with me. I need you to confirm that you know what we're about to do has nothing to do with our professional relationship or our friendship. Understood?”

“Yes, I understand.” Mingi nodded, “Thank you for saying it.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” Yunho kissed his cheek, moving to whisper in his ear, “But it's ‘yes, sir’ from here on out.”

“Yes, sir.” Mingi echoed him, barely able to keep from jumping into Yunho's lap. He knew he had to be patient though.

Yunho pulled back and stood up, rolling up the sleeves to his button-up as he strided over to the door to the hotel room, ensuring it was locked and that the curtains were drawn. Mingi’s eyes were glued to his forearms and hands the whole time, drool pooling in his mouth at the sight, veins and tendons prominent, tucked under velvety skin.

Yunho sat back down on the couch beside Mingi, “Jeans and shirt off.”

“Yes, sir.” Mingi stood up, obeying happily, glad for instructions.

“Come here.” Yunho gestured, taking Mingi’s hand into his own, pulling it up to his mouth, maintaining eye contact as he kissed up the inside of his forearm.

Mingi let out a noise at the contact, senses already on fire.

“On my lap.” Yunho assisted him as he straddled his thighs.

Mingi’s hips bucked involuntarily at the close contact, whining at the friction.

“Oh, princess.” Yunho smiled, a breathy laugh leaving his nose, “I missed this.” He didn't let Mingi reply, instead choosing to press their mouths together, his fingers wrapping lightly around Mingi's neck, keeping him from leaning too far into it, other hand on Mingi’s hips, guiding them down as he humped pathetically, chasing any sort of friction.

Yunho broke their kiss, moving to kiss across Mingi’s jaw, “Needy puppy.” He whispered, voice tickling Mingi’s skin, “Go ahead, since you're so desperate. Make a mess.”

Warm fingers of lust gripped Mingi from the inside, spreading outward from his abdomen, whimpering as he felt his and Yunho's cocks rub together through the thin layer of his boxers. It was a little uncomfortable but he needed this.

He was so close, Yunho was sucking on his neck, marking him, “Yunho-” he whined.

“Shh, baby, I've got you.” Yunho soothed the spot on his neck with a kiss, “Now be good and cum for me.”

The instruction is what Mingi needed, warmth seeping into his boxers, falling forward to Yunho's shoulder as he came down.

“There we go.” Yunho rubbed his back, fingers just barely ghosting over his skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Feel better now that you got what you wanted?”

“Yes, sir.” Mingi panted, a sharp intake of breath as Yunho's hands found his ass cheek, pulling it to the side through his boxers as he squeezed it.

“So desperate, aren't you?” Yunho teased, “Little slut. Doing so much just to make me jealous. What am I going to do with you?”

Mingi sat up, meeting Yunho's eyes bashfully, “I'll do anything you tell me to.”

“Oh,” Yunho chuckled, “I know that, darling.” He kissed Mingi’s cheek, then forehead, finally landing on his lips before pulling back once more, “On your knees.”

Mingi reached for his boxers but Yunho stopped him, “No, darling. I think you need to sit in your mess for the time being.”

Mingi pouted but did as he was told, extracting himself from Yunho's lap and moving to the floor in front of him, hands in his lap.

Yunho stood, tilting Mingi’s chin up with careful fingers, “I'm going to fuck your face now, sweetheart.”

He pushed Mingi’s hair off of his forehead, “You have to know there are consequences for making me jealous. Understand?”

Mingi nodded, already getting hard again at the thought of it, “Yes, sir.”

Yunho leaned down to plant a kiss on Mingi’s forehead, whispering, “Just tap me twice if you need to stop, okay? Don't let me hurt you.”

“Okay, yes, sir.” Mingi tilted his face up, expecting another kiss but Yunho stood back up.

“Well, it will be much harder if you don't take off my pants.” Yunho mocked him.

Mingi scrambled, immediately reaching for the button and fly on Yunho's slacks, fumbling in his haste but eventually succeeding. He shucked the pants and underwear off in one go, revealing an almost fully hard Yunho.

His cock was beautiful, Mingi’s mouth already watered looking at it, pretty and flushed, larger than he recalled. He stroked it tentatively, looking up to Yunho for confirmation.

“Yes, baby. Not gonna be easy to suck it if it’s not even fully hard.” The corner of Yunho's mouth raised, a glint in his eye that Mingi hadn't seen in far too long.

Mingi began kissing Yunho's thighs as he stroked him, feeling himself start to get hard again as he felt the other grow in his hand. He sat up to begin administering kitten licks on the tender underside of Yunho's cock head, earning a moan from the man in return.

Mingi finally began working him inside his mouth, grateful that Yunho was letting him adjust to his size, muscle memory taking over as his jaw stretched to accommodate.

“Fuck, you were made for me, weren't you, honey?” Yunho gasped as his cock hit Mingi’s soft palate for the first time.

Mingi hummed a noise he hoped came across as agreement, unable to verbally communicate in his current state.

Hands in his hair, holding his head still, “Hold still, princess.” Yunho's voice was low, metered, clearly trying to maintain assertiveness through his pleasure.

It wasn't comfortable, but Mingi loved being used like this, his nose hitting Yunho's pubic bone as his mouth and throat were completely occupied, tears leaking out of his eyes at the effort. Spit spilled out the side of his mouth. He wasn't embarrassed, he knew Yunho liked it messy.

Yunho's pace quickened and Mingi hung on for dear life to his thighs, begging himself not to gag as Yunho fucked into him. Yunho started to pull back, taking his length into his hand, only leaving the tip of his dick on Mingi’s tongue.

Warmth. Yunho crying out.

Click.

The door swung open to reveal Seonghwa. Mingi's roommate while they were at this hotel. Who had a key card. Snacks in hand, dropping several bags of chips in his shock. Yunho was unable to stop, covering Mingi’s face in cum as his hand had moved a few degrees in his surprise to the door opening.

“Shut the door.” Yunho practically barked at Seonghwa, who shut the door behind himself, smile playing on his lips as he deposited his snacks unceremoniously onto the kitchenette counter.

Seonghwa was aware of Mingi and Yunho's history but Mingi couldn't help and feel embarrassed, warm, thick fluid dripping over his closed eyelid.

“I take it you saw his post, then?” Seonghwa asked Yunho, shirking his jacket, folding it neatly onto the chair at the desk.

Yunho swiped Mingi’s eye clean, depositing what it had gathered onto his tongue, mouth still open, closing it with two fingers under his jaw. He stroked Mingi’s throat with the backs of those fingers, encouraging him to swallow, “Someone was trying to make me jealous.”

Mingi’s throat was raw but he couldn’t help himself, “I succeeded in making you jealous.”

Seonghwa looked at him, utterly bemused, “Sounds like this little cock whore hasn't learned his lesson yet.”

The three of them looked between one another as if to ask if they were all okay with the turn of events. Mingi gave them both a nod. He could take the degradation if it meant praise and attention the rest of the night, both men sleeping in his bed, cuddling him.

“Would you like to help me teach him?” Yunho asked, approaching Seonghwa.

“Yes, I think he needs to learn just how painful it is to be jealous.” Seonghwa offered.

“I agree.” Yunho caressed Seonghwa’s cheek, tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, making eye contact with him, though it was Mingi to whom he gave instructions, “No touching yourself. Don't forget you can use your safe word, dear.”

“Yes, sir.” Mingi answered, barely able to get the full phrase out before the other two were kissing.

They were putting on a show, over-exaggerating for Mingi’s sake. He whimpered as Yunho began peeling off Seonghwa’s clothes. His cock was crying for attention but he had to be good. He would be good for Yunho.

Yunho palmed Seonghwa through his gray sweatpants, “Oh, now, we're going to do something to take care of this, aren't we?”

A tear escaped Mingi’s eye as he watched them together.

Seonghwa’s head tipped back at Yunho's touch, voice raspy, “Yes, we definitely are. Do you think your little pet over there might want to help me out?”

Yunho glanced over at Mingi to confirm. Mingi responded with no hesitation, “Yes, please, let me help you.”

“His mouth is already warmed up for you.” Yunho's smile was wicked.

Seonghwa stepped out of his pants and boxers as he crossed over to stand in front of Mingi, still kneeling on the floor. His knees ached and his thighs burned, his jaw was sore, but he barely noticed any of it.

Thankfully, Seonghwa was not as well endowed as Yunho.

Mingi licked and sucked, doing more of the work this time, glancing up at Seonghwa for approval as he tried to perform his very best, not knowing what the man liked, never having so much as kissed him until now. Tears tracked hot down his cheeks, choking on a sob, needing Seonghwa to finish so he could give his mouth a break.

“Christ, Mingi,” Seonghwa panted, hips bucking as Mingi worked him towards his release, “Sucking me down like the slut you are. Not gonna last long like this, honey.”

Mingi hummed in acknowledgement and the sensation was all Seonghwa needed to finish, hot liquid pouring down Mingi’s throat.

Yunho had been watching from the couch and he reached down to stroke Mingi’s hair, “So kind of you to help out, baby.”

Mingi preened at the praise, leaning his cheek into Yunho's hand.

“I think he's earned a reward, don't you?” Seonghwa asked as he helped pull Mingi to his feet. Mingi’s legs were half asleep and he stumbled as he stood up.

“Easy,” Seonghwa caught him, guiding him over to sit on the bed.

Yunho went to fetch the supplies he knew Mingi kept in his bathroom bag. Seonghwa crawled into bed behind Mingi, propping himself up at the headboard, then pulling Mingi to himself, letting him rest with his back to his chest, stroking his hair as they waited for Yunho to return.

“You were so good for us, darling.” Yunho praised as he approached, laying the lube and condom within reach on the bed. He helped Mingi remove his boxers, wiping his cock with a warm washcloth to clean the now-dried cum that he'd been subjected to marinating in.

“Thank you.” Mingi whispered, already feeling spent, but in need of a second release.

“You understand why we had to teach you a lesson though, right?” Yunho asked, now reaching for the lube, which he applied to his fingers.

“Yes, sir.”

“It was for your own good, pretty.” Seonghwa’s voice was gentle now, in contrast to earlier.

Yunho's fingers circled his rim, “But good boys deserve to feel good.”

“And you were perfect for us.” Seonghwa added, fingers trailing up Mingi’s flank, landing on his nipple.

Yunho pressed one finger inside, “So, so perfect.”

Seonghwa pinched his nipple as Yunho buried the first finger fully, Mingi’s back arched off the bed at the sensation. He had gotten himself ready in the shower before posting the picture. He was sure Yunho noticed, but he didn't say anything.

“Let us show you how perfect.” Seonghwa whispered, leaning down to kiss the crown of Mingi’s head.

“Yes, sir. Please. Want you so bad.” Mingi begged as Yunho added a second finger. “Yunho- ahh.” It came out as a whine. The other's fingers were skilled like a musician who played stringed instruments. Calculated as they chose exactly when to hit his prostate and when to leave it alone. He let his body go limp, relaxing into the touch of the two men who were tending to him so devotedly.

He closed his eyes and let the sensations take over.

Pressure as a third finger was added.

Soft touches on his torso.

The odd feeling of emptiness as fingers were removed.

Kisses on his forehead.

Being split down the middle. Filled. 

Heat coiling in his abdomen.

Seonghwa's hand around his cock as Yunho fucked into him. 

Levitating. 

Warmth from the inside. 

One last jerk of his hips. 

Release. 

“Mingi, baby?” Yunho's voice sounded worried as he pulled out and laid down beside him on the bed. “You okay?” 

“Mmmmh. Mhm.” Mingi couldn't form words yet. His brain was still pleasantly blank. Suspended in warm honey. 

“I think we fucked him to death.” Seonghwa joked, stroking Mingi’s hair as he began to stir, still breathing heavily. 

“‘M alive.” Mingi defended himself. 

Yunho chuckled, “Was it that good?”

“So good.” Mingi managed.

“Let’s get him to the shower.” Seonghwa addressed Yunho. 

Mingi let himself be walked to the shower, body weight supported by the other two. 

“You got him?” Seonghwa asked. 

“Yeah, thank you.” Yunho turned on the water, “Why don't you go get us some clothes? Grab Mingi a pair of my sweatpants and a t-shirt. My key is in my pants pocket.” Yunho knew Mingi had his own clothes he could have worn, Mingi knew what he was doing. Yunho also knew it was a comfort to Mingi to wear his clothes instead of his own after a night like that one.

“On it.” Seonghwa answered. 

Mingi still had his eyes closed for the conversation, leaning into Yunho's chest, only opening them to step into the shower. 

“Mingi, sweetheart,” Yunho tapped his cheek, “Stay awake to shower, jagi.” 

Mingi opened his eyes and nodded, unable to meet Yunho's gaze as the emotions from everything that had just gone down rushed forward, demanding to be felt.

Yunho was the one person in the world Mingi felt comfortable crying in front of. For good reason. He felt a sob escape as Yunho began washing his body. 

“Oh, sweetheart.” Yunho tugged him to his chest, “You’re okay, baby. That was a lot, I know.” 

Mingi couldn’t control it now, sobs racking his body, “Sorry.” He apologized, voice thick with tears. 

“No, honey. Don’t apologize.” Yunho rubbed circles on his back, “Shh, you’re okay. You’re okay, precious. You know we didn’t mean anything bad we said about you, right? You mean so much to me. To Hwa, too. I promise. So, so perfect, baby.” 

Mingi finally managed to compose himself enough to speak, “I know. I’m sorry, I’m a mess. I enjoyed it, it’s just…”

“A lot?” Yunho offered.

“Yeah. It’s a lot. I missed you so much.” He felt another wave of tears coming on, “I’m sorry. I should have talked to you about it rather than posting to get your attention.”

“Oh, baby.” Yunho’s face softened, “It’s okay, I promise. I missed you, too. I could have said something as well. I’m just glad we got there. Even if the path was a little convoluted.” 

“Me, too.” Mingi smiled, though he still felt an errant tear or two making their way down his cheeks. 

“I want you to be mine, Mingi. Any time you’re not someone else’s.” Yunho confessed, stroking Mingi’s cheek, “Is that something you’d want? We’d be free to date, of course, but if we find ourselves in this situation again, I want you to be mine. No questions about it. I want to take care of you. Make you feel good. Want everyone to know. Everyone who can know, obviously. Would you like that, baby?”

Mingi nodded, letting himself be pulled to Yunho’s chest again. 

“Good. Me too, jagi. I’d really like that.” Yunho took a deep breath, weight seeming to lift off his shoulders. Mingi clung tighter. “What about Seonghwa? I know you gave the go ahead, but is that something you’d be interested in again? You can think on it, but I think he really enjoyed it, as did I, and I hope you did as well.” 

Mingi considered the offer, “I want to talk to him about it some more. I feel safe with him, but I’d feel better if the terms were more clear going into it if we do anything like this again.” 

“Of course, baby. I just want you to be comfortable.” He kissed Mingi’s shoulder, which was the expanse of skin most readily available to him at that moment, “That’s all I care about.” 

“Thank you.” Mingi pulled back to look into Yunho’s eyes, “Can I kiss you?” 

Yunho smiled, expression incredibly fond, “I’d love that, jagi.” 

The kiss was tender, mostly chaste, but it was exactly what Mingi needed to soothe his heightened senses. Grounding him. Pulling him back to earth. He had often thought of Yunho as his own source of gravity, the only force keeping his feet firmly planted on the rock as it hurtled through space. 

They finished washing and dried off, emerging from the bathroom wrapped in matching white towels to find Seonghwa sitting on one side of the bed, scrolling through the hotel TV guide, neatly folded piles of clothes at the foot of the bed.

Mingi let Yunho help him dress, then Seonghwa called him over. 

“Mingi, honey, come here,” Seonghwa patted the bed beside him. Mingi obeyed, letting the older pull him to his side, “I need you to know that I don’t think of you in any of the ways I mentioned earlier, okay? I think you’re wonderful. And sweet. You’re not showy in how you care for people but you’re always looking out for your members, aren’t you? I’m so lucky to have you as a friend, baby.”

Mingi squeezed him tight, “Thank you, Hwa.” 

“Of course, darling.” Seonghwa kissed the top of his head. 

Yunho crawled into bed beside them, hand falling to Mingi’s thigh as he was still cuddling Seonghwa.

Mingi felt himself relax and smile, loving being taken care of, sandwiched in between two men who were happy to demonstrate their affection. 

Seonghwa had outdone himself. He had gathered snacks, an ice pack for Mingi’s jaw, water, Ibuprofen, and an extra blanket. The three of them cuddled in bed and watched mindless hotel TV, Yunho and Seonghwa taking turns letting Mingi curl into their sides until they eventually drifted off to sleep. 

Mingi had probably learned the wrong lesson in posting pictures for attention, but oh well. It wouldn’t be an issue anymore. Not after his conversation with Yunho. He belonged to him now. He would never have to go through such gymnastics for attention from him ever again.

[yunshoto]

baby's daddy

word count: 10.7k

genre: fluff, smut, a little bit of angst

mingi x reader x yeosang

summary: hooking up with your coworker gives you pleasure and satisfaction, but he can't afford what you need. you want someone who could fuck the life out of you, but what if it's your boss, not your coworker?

today is the day you've waited to come. yes, you're going to have a job. finally, right. you never felt so happy, especially since you got this job you wanted as a high schooler. be it as an intern, you finally got a job as a fashion stylist intern.

you want to be an analyst to know what to expect from the next trend. you want to know what people need and like, what they want in their life. you're working as a fashion stylist in a vintage boutique called eglantine, which means a briar rose or sweetbrier.

the boutique is inspired by the movie of aurora when she fell asleep with a rose in her hands; a rose in her hands called the briar rose. it symbolizes that you're wounded. wounded by this harsh world felt like a small cut from a rose's thorns but hurt like misery. 

eglantine will be your safe place from the world. where's there nothing wrong with wearing clothes that you like as long as it makes you happy? people seek many things in fashion, such as a new you, a unique appearance, trying to seduce one of your crushes, or having nice clothes that make you happy and boost your confidence.

you can't wait to come to the boutique and start your first day. you have prepared your new hairpin and cute chunky ankle boots. you'll be wearing soft and fuzzy purple cardigans. you squealed in a gleeful mood and went to bed early. you don't want to be late on the first day. 

the next day

"okay, you can do this, (y/n), " you said in the mirror. you prepped everything, styled your hair, and put some of the cute lip tints. "look at you; you've come so far. good luck, love, " you said to boost yourself.

you went out of the bedroom and grabbed your purse and your phone. you took a deep breath and opened your apartment door. you can do this; you must. you walked down the street, passing two street lamps, just two blocks away from your apartment; you were, arriving at the boutique.

you entered the boutique and met with a pair of eyes. no one came this early except you. "oh, we haven't opened, miss, " he said. you shook your head slightly, "no, i'm an intern here, " you replied. he hummed lightly and smiled at you. "i see. could you help me choose something here? you're the fashion stylist, right? " he asked. 

you nodded and came closer to him, "is it for a

preschooler? or an elementary schooler? " you asked. "she's still a preschooler, but she'll graduate tomorrow to enter elementary school, " he said. "okay, she might like this pink dress with these lacy socks and these cute flat shoes with flower petals on their straps, " you suggested.

he chuckled, "i think my kid will like this, thank you, " he said. he went to the cashier and paid for the clothes and tipped you a dollar. "oh, no, please, " you refused the tip. "nah, it's okay, thank you anyway, " he replied and left the boutique.

right before he left, a fashion stylist team leader bowed to him, and you could hear a subtle whisper saying they're sorry for my action, and you heard him reply slightly, saying he's okay with it and you did an excellent job. he waved at your coworker and left.

"you're the intern. please don't do anything stupid when the boss is here, " she, the fashion stylist team leader, said. you gasped, "i'm sorry. i should've known any better, " you confessed. you thought he would fire you because of this, and you're only on the first day on the verge of crying.

"don't worry much; i think he's not that bothered or dislikes you; ignore her, " someone whispered from behind. you looked back and read his nametag, "yeosang, " you unconsciously said. "yes, hi, my name is yeosang, and i'm a junior stylist, " he giggled softly. "h-hi, i'm (y/n), an intern, " you replied. he grinned at you softly, "just ignore her; she's always that mean with someone new, " he added.

he guided you to the nearest table display, "you're going to be here, stationed here, but you should back everyone up if they need any assistance, " he gently said. you smiled at him and nodded your head. "thank you, " you added with a smile.

there's a flickering motion inside you. something faint, but you know it was there. it was a brief moment, but it felt like a span of your life had passed. he's attentive; that's what you can assure as one of his personalities. the way he didn't hesitate to pick the best of all for his daughter.

you admired him; you do. it's a shame when you know that he had a child; probably, he had a wife too. you don't resent him or anything; you feel you're late for something. it would be best if you weren't mad about this; you hardly know him. right? 

but, no, you felt somehow defeated. "(y/n), there's a customer, " yeosang signed you. you snapped from your daydream. "well, this way, miss, " you gestured. yeosang came with you to help you out. 

you're still recalling your boss. his deep husky voice was tender and kind, soft, and it didn't even match his buffed figure. you could imagine his toned abs, slender waist, and broad chest. you snapped again; you shouldn't be doing this. it would be best if you focused on building your career path.

it was almost 5 pm, time to close, but someone came in a hurry looking for an outfit for a date. she requested something elegant and poise; it could be a dress but a dress that shaped her figure well. while trying the clothes on, you remember that there's a dress and simply one left. 

you're picking smaller-sized clothes for your customer in the stockroom. you heard a faint of someone nagging on the phone. "you fuck off; you're not going to see her anytime soon; you didn't even care for her. you ran away with your motherfucking bastard, " he shrieked. 

you gasped and bumped into one of the shelves behind you. immediately after that, the one on the phone came for the source of the sound. trim to your knowledge; it was your boss. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to bother you, " you quickly picked up the dress and ran out.

he pulled your hand and whispered to your ear, "keep it shut, or else, " he gruffed. he walked away first, and you stared blankly at him. you're taken aback by his attitude from this morning and just a few minutes ago. 

you went out with the dress and a pair of smiles on your lips. well, the customer was satisfied, and she put a tip in the tip jar. "(y/n), could you help me tidy up this table? " yeosang asked. "sure, " you said. after a couple of minutes, you heard a tumbling sound outside the boutique.

"so much on the first day, " you whined lowly and barely heard by anyone. yeosang chuckled, "everyone's first day always has something awful, " he said. you giggled, "maybe i'm just being unlucky, that's all, " you tried to convince yourself. yeosang looked at you softly, "i think you are, " he laughed teasingly. 

"i think i'm going to stay here until the rain subsides, " you sighed. "you didn't bring any umbrella? " yeosang asked. "sadly, no, " you retorted. he pouted, and he pitied you. "i'm sorry, but i can't accompany you. someone already picked me up, " he pointed at the front door. 

"no, it's okay. is it your date? " you asked. "maybe? something like that, " he chuckled. "you could finish the rest, right? " he asked. you nodded slowly and smiled at him. "okay then, see you tomorrow, (y/n), " he waved at you.

you sighed and packed your things up. you locked the boutique door and sat on the bench in front of the boutique, waiting for the rain to stop. you pull out your notebook and sketch what's in front of you. a pleasant view of a once shining city turned into a gloomy one merely by rain. 

there's a patisserie in front of the boutique. you saw someone serving a croissant and the other eating a baguette. you're wondering if one day you could eat your lunch there. 

*blink blink*

someone dimmed the light at you; you looked at them slowly because of the blinding light. "i'm sorry for earlier; i think i left my house key inside. could you open the door for me? " it's your boss. you huffed lowly and opened the door. he quickly ran inside, and after a second, he was back.

"thank you, " he said. "no worry, " you replied. "do you need any ride home? it would take a while for the rain to stop, " he added. you shyly admit that his voice is something. it calmed you down. "no, it's okay. i don't want to bother you, " you replied.

"where did you live? " he asked. "somewhere two blocks from here, " you answered. "well, we're going in the same direction. are you sure you didn't need any ride home? " he added. you shook your head and gestured for him to enter the car. "i insisted, you know, " your boss is trying to repent from how harshly he talked to you earlier. 

you thought about it for a while, "o-okay, " you stuttered. "but keep it quiet; my daughter is in there sleeping, " he added. you motioned your hand to lock your mouth with an invisible key. now, you have sealed your mouth. you sat in the front seat, and his daughter was in the backseat hugging her doll named selkie. 

it's fun knowing you're on a ride with him, but you don't recall he mentioned his name to you. you knew the director's name was mr. song, but what song? you don't have the guts to ask him. your eyes roamed his face, "what? " he asked. "nothing, " you lied. "you're the only one who heard about that call, you know, " he recalled. 

"what do you mean? " you asked. "well, i have divorced sibyl's mom. she, " he hesitated. "she left us because she never wanted any baby and had an affair with one of his college friends, " he added. you nodded and hummed quietly. you don't want to be rude by overstepping his boundaries.

"please don't tell anyone, people know i'm married and have a child, but they didn't know we divorced, " he extended. "i won't tell anyone, " you whispered. "i can trust you, " he chuckled. "papa, are we home yet? " sibyl rubbed her eyes. 

"not yet, sweetie, " he said. "who's the one next to you, papa? is it my new babysitter? " she asked. "no, honey. she's papa's colleague, " he added. sibyl pouted and let out a huff. "i guess my only friend is selkie, " she mumbled.

you giggled silently. "okay, mr. song, here's my stop right after the second red light, " you said. the car stopped in front of your apartment entrance. "thank you, mr. song, " "no, please, mingi. we're not that many years apart,  " he added. "okay, thank you, mingi, " you smiled. he smiled back at you while you left the car.

it was pretty bad for the first day, but you managed to pass through another tough one. you took a shower and a warm bath with some lavender bath bombs to reward yourself. your boss's name is mingi. he's tall, has a tiny waist, and has broad shoulders. it's attractive.

knowing he doesn't have any wife makes your sick mind what to be his. it's not wrong when he's single, right? it's terrible when he's someone's husband. he seems friendly and attentive, and a family person, that's something important that you shouldn't miss.

you didn't have a chance to see his daughter's face, but from her voice, she sounded soft and lovely. you bet she's tender, like her father. your phone chimed twice. it woke you up from your thoughts. you wrapped yourself in a bathrobe, picked up your phone, and saw someone had invited you to a group. it turns out it's a group for fashion stylists workers only, fashion stylists with the team leader, and a group for all the workers in the boutique.

two of the groups only talked about work the first time and went quiet after. but in the other group, people were talking about the company outing. you were reading about where it will take place. they were expecting it like it was a high school field trip.

yeosang messaged you; he asked if he could sit next to you during the trip, and you answered with a simple yes. the outing will be for four days; it's on friday. you're excited enough because you know it's only your first day, and you're going on a company outing.

you walked to eglantine earlier than yesterday. you want to set up the place before anyone arrives. well, you want to impress your team leader, of course. you unlocked the door, set up the display, cleaned the table, counted the money in the cashier, and sprayed some air freshener.

you had finished all the tasks above, and right after that, yeosang came with two cups of latte in his hands. "good morning, (y/n), " he said. you looked at him coyly, "good morning, yeosang, " you replied. 

"here's a latte for you; i'm sorry for leaving you early yesterday, " he said. he handed over the latte, and you thanked him. "no worry, i'm not mad, " you claimed. you smiled at him subtly. his cheeks blushed for no reason. "so, how's your date yesterday? " you bluntly asked. 

the date is what you assumed, but the truth is, it's just a confirmation for him to end everything with his ex. people may ask why he broke up with her; well, it's because of her toxic traits. she manipulated him to do all the things he wanted. he's fed up and has already been asking for a breakup for months, only ending it officially yesterday when she asked him to return all the things she bought for him. petty, isn't it?

yeosang is hesitant to answer, but his smiles explain it all. "oh, no, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to be rude, " you clarified. "no, it's okay. i'm through with her, " he added. "well, i want to try this patisserie in front of our boutique. do you want to eat it with me? " you offered. "sure, " he smiled at you. 

mingi came to the boutique and went straight to his office. his expression shows something has annoyed him. you didn't want to be a pushover, so you allowed that to happen. yeosang nudged your hand, "look, there's a vip customer, " he muttered. you looked at the entrance; a lady wore a soft beige coat to cover her pink pastel mini dress and ankle black heels. 

she looked stunning, that's what you thought. she smirked at you and went straight to mingi's office. you finally noticed that it was his ex-wife. you could hear mingi sobbing, and the lady was yelling. "when she's here, better do anything she said; if not, you're going to be fired, " yeosang mumbled.

you looked at him confused, "why so? " you asked. "besides the part of being mingi's ex-wife, she's one of our connections to get us private customers or anyone who wants to invest in this boutique, " yeosang added. "the thing is, this boutique was opened and built by mingi. she didn't do anything except fund it, " he explained. 

yeosang explains for further knowledge, they didn't want to end anything about this boutique. first, she gained profit from this as a substitute for spousal support. second, mingi makes his own money with a steady job in his safe bubble to provide her with spousal support. third, mingi can keep his daughter with him. 

you nod in as a confirmation you understood what he just explained. yeosang glanced at you all smiley; you have that kind of aura that attracts people; well, you draw him in. he took your hands in him, "(y/n) your hands are cold, " he said. he tried to snap away from his mind thinking about dating you after breaking up. 

sick mind thinking about dating after breaking up, not even for a month. yeosang sighed, "i wonder if the air conditioner was too cold, " he asked. you giggled lightly, "no, maybe i'm nervous, " you said. "still frightened coming to work? " he asked. 

you shook your head, "no, it's not like that, " you pouted. "i just thought if i didn't make any mistake like yesterday, probably they'll offer me a full-time job here, " you added. "you know, being full-time here was not that difficult. people make mistakes once or twice, and you'll still be able to work here. it's okay, chill, " yeosang chuckled.

a tiny smile appears in your mouth. mingi's ex-wife ran out of the office, a tense meeting with her fierce eyes. you exhale gradually, relieved that she had left, but mingi called you in. you don't know why, but yeosang ushered you in.

you walked inside the office slowly and took a tiny step. your thoughts ran wild, thinking mingi would vent to you. closing the door slowly, "may i help you? " you asked. "you see, my daughter's graduation is today, not yesterday, but i can't come for personal reasons, of course. could you come instead of me? " he asked.

you looked at him with a big question mark appearing on your forehead. "yes? " you questioned. "please? " mingi begged, "i'll pay back everything she asks you, " mingi pleaded. you looked at him, reluctant, because why did he tell you to do so? but for the sake of the money.

you waited in front of sibyl's pre-school; her teacher was outside holding her hand. you walked over slowly, "hi, mingi, send me to pick her up, " you replied. "are you my new nanny? " sibyl asked. you gasped and shook your head. you gave her a bouquet of hand-sized flowers, "congratulations on your graduation, princess, " you smiled. 

she giggled and coyly played with her feet, "thank you, " she blushed. "thank you, miss, " you said to her teacher and took her hands in yours. you hummed lowly, "what do you want for your graduation present? " you asked.

you looked at her deeply; she had her mother's features. her nose, but you know, her eyes are probably mingi's. slanted and filled with warm feelings, her voices are middle range, but she's exceptionally soft-spoken.

"i think i want to eat some cake, " she exclaimed. well, it's 2 pm at noon, so one cake as lunch dessert won't hurt. you abruptly remembered your promise to treat yeosang to lunch. you texted him; you told him that maybe you'd treat him to dinner. 

you walked to the nearest cake shop and ordered some vanilla cheesecake and two drinks for both of you. you cut the cake into smaller pieces. you fed it to sibyl's mouth, and she did her tiny dance. you giggled, looking at her in her most excellent mood. 

"nanny, who are you? " suddenly she asked. you looked at her confused but finally understood. "oh, i'm your papa's worker at his boutique. i'm (y/n), " you added. "can i call you nana instead of nanny? " she asked. "i don't want to call you my nanny because you're not my nanny, " she added. "i didn't look like a nanny? why so? " you asked.

"nanny would nag me if i ask for a cake, and nana looks too pretty to be a nanny, " she pouted. you cackled lowly, "sure, sibyl, " you smiled. never in a million nights had you imagined someone saying you're pretty. "nana, you reminded me of cinderella's godmother, " sibyl claimed. 

you looked confused, tilting your head to the side, and there you saw cake crumbs near her cheeks. "why did you think so? " you asked. "because nana looks so magical, " she shyly winked at you. you choked on your saliva. "thank you, sibyl, but i think you're the most beautiful here. do you know why? " you asked.

sibyl shook her head, "just like this delicate cake, you're just as sweet, " you pinched her cheek lightly. she shyly smiled at you and twirled her fingers. she has this strained cute type, tsundere type. mingi chimed your phone, telling you to take her back to the office. 

"looks like your papa misses you, " you took and toted her in your arms. the walk was a tad far, but it didn't feel something like that. it's fun because sibyl told a story about their camping trip last month. "fun camping with papa, but papa had to leave early because of work, " sibyl pouted. 

you knocked on the door to mingi's office, "you may come in, " mingi yelled. "papa, " sibyl exclaimed with much contentment inside her. "ah, my little princess, " mingi stood up while sibyl ran into him; he hugged her and pecked her cheek. "papa is so proud of our sibyl, " he claimed. "yes, yes, papa, i'm an elementary now, " she excitedly said.

"yes, i know, you grew up so fast, " mingi pouted. "it feels like just yesterday i changed your diapers, " he added. you silently walked out and marched to yeosang's counter, which was next to yours. "hi, i'm sorry, " you silently tapped his shoulder. "nah, you shouldn't; you could buy me something else during the trip, " yeosang giggled.

"you're not coming for dinner? " you asked hurriedly because deep down in your mind, you wanted him to come. "i'm coming, but i don't think there's any diner open for tonight, " he explained. "oh, why? " you asked. "you didn't watch the news? " he tilted his head with one frowned eyebrow. "no, why? " you asked again.

"there's this local gathering for every shop owner here in town. i think they want to discuss catching some shoplifters that people hadn't seen and about some fake reviewers putting on some hair or any disgusting thing to get a refund or free food, " yeosang explained.

"that's horrible, " you claimed. well, yes, it is. that's why it's a common thing to have a gathering between shop owners to talk about these issues. it usually takes place once at the end of a month, but this month, they decided to have it in the middle of it. of course, mingi is going to be there. 

"that's why we can't have dinner today, " yeosang chuckled. "well, we can if you cook me some, " he added. you nervously laughed, "i can't cook anything besides curry fried rice, " you pouted. "i happened to be fond of curry, " he excused. you giggled and shook your head, "well, okay, you can come to my house, " you approved.

you finished the job and had a small talk on the way to your home. you opened your apartment and let yeosang in. you led him to the kitchen stool and told him to sit there. "wait here; if you want to pee, the bathroom is over there. i'm going to change first, " you said.

you entered your room, locked the door, and changed into a purple shirt and matching shorts. you walked out, "okay, do you like your curry spicy, mild, or normal? " you asked. "uh, i like it spicy, very spicy, " he giggled. you nodded and pulled the premade seasoning and spices. you were cooking just fine. 

yeosang was watching you behind the kitchen bar, hands on top of the bar, and tried to constraint his hip to the stool. it's in his wild ways of thinking. he saw your shorts barely covering your ass to your thigh. he tried his best not to make his male testosterone deal with some unwanted acts. 

his hands were sweaty, but he managed to let them down. you had this small talk again with yeosang; it felt comfortable talking to him. like you have known him for a long time. you sound so lewd to him, like you were asking him for something to be done here and then. 

he stood up and walked to you. he trapped you between his body on your kitchen counter beside the stove with his arms. you gasped, and you felt something hard brushing your ass. "don't, " he said. you inhaled and held your breath. his breath wafted over your ears and neck; it was there brushing your skin.

"i'm just curious about this curry we're going to eat. i just want to take a look, " he said. "i think the view itself is delicious, and i can't wait to eat it, " he replied. you could feel his knees pressing down on your ass near your entrance. you tried to contain this within you; maybe, he's just messing with you. 

"it's delicious, " he said while his lips were skimming your ear. you didn't know what he implied it to be. finally, he went back to the stool, and he smiled at you while you glanced back at him. you have these cold sweats running from your temple. you managed to finish the food quickly. 

maybe it's a wrong idea to bring him here, but it's not bad because your womanhood may want some too. no one ever touched you with a lustful mind. you handed him his curry fried rice, and you ate yours, "enjoy the food, " you said. "i will, " he said gleefully.

with your hands on the table, while mixing your food on your plate, he saw. he saw how your boobs were clutching the table. he let out a breathy air, "it's tiny, cute, " he mumbled while distracting his eyes. you didn't notice how your boobs clutched, impacting one of your nipples slipped out. 

it's visible to him how tiny it is, like a choco-chip on top of an ice cream cone. there was a thunder thumping outside your apartment room, "i think it's going to rain any time soon, " you said. yeosang nodded his head, "did you bring your umbrella? " you asked. he shook his head, "can i stay until the rain stops? " yeosang said.

you nodded and shrugged your shoulders, "i mean, yeah, you didn't bring any umbrella, so, " you said. the curry spilled all over your shirt, and you went right away to the sink to clean it. you heard the thumping of the thunder again, and it made your body jolt out, causing some water to squirt on your shirt. 

"are you okay? " yeosang asked. "yeah, it's fine, " you lied. you pulled your clothes so they wouldn't stick to your bra and made them visible to yeosang. "i'm sorry, but i need to change again, " you chuckled. you walked towards your room before yeosang pulled you back. "no, you don't, i don't mind, " he said. 

you saw his eyes filled with something passionate; it pulled you closer to him. "if you want this to stop, say it, " he licked his lips. he pulled himself tighter to you, his hand tapping your lower stomach and pulling your shorts and snapping them to your softer abdomen skin. of course, it hurts. you moaned uncharacteristically.

he traveled down his hands toward your thighs, caressed them softly, and squeezed them like it was the most springy thigh he had ever touched. it was fluttering, and you squirmed your thighs in his touch. he pulled one of your legs to his hip and trailed his finger closer to your vagina, which hid behind your shorts and panty.

he rubbed them with his fingers, twirled his thumb, and pushed a finger in to tease your opening. "yeosang, " you moaned. he licked your lips and bit them harshly. "i could do more if you want to, " he said. you bit your lower lip, closed your eyes, and held your breath while his finger twirled to enter your vagina, only to be stopped by your shorts. 

"yeosang, i want it, " you whispered. "i can't hear you, you know, " he replied. "i want more, yeosang, " you whimpered. yeosang smirked at you; he pulled his tie, "if you want it, you don't have to see it, " he grinned. he closed your eyes with his tie and pulled your other leg to his hip. he kneaded your ass, and he told you to hop onto him. 

he pressed your body against the wall, kissed your lips, and played with your tongue. on some occasions, he bit your lips and licked your neck. he peppered your neck with more biting, kissing, and hickeys. it was red, and it looked like someone had tried to eat you alive. you don't know what you're into, but you enjoy this pleasure like ecstasy running to your pulse. 

"yeosang, " you moaned. "yes, princess, " he gruffly said between eating your neck. "i want you, " you pressed your chest to him with, of course, your slipped nipple still out because of your obliviousness, who didn't even try to slide it back into your bra. his core was reacting to that. 

with your eyes blindfolded, he carried you to the sofa while kissing your jaw and licking it. he plopped you down and cupped your cheek. "(y/n), i can't hold myself back. i don't know if you're really up for this because i'm not that vanilla when it comes to this, " he said. 

"yeosang, i can handle this, please, " you argued. your body whipped against him, and you tugged his shirt to pull him closer to you. yeosang let out a breathy sigh, "tell me if you're hurting or uncomfortable with it, " he whispered. you nodded, and he sat you up to undress you. he pulled over your shirt, revealing your cute bra with one slipped nipple. 

he came closer to you and started kissing your neck. he bit them slowly and marked them. he didn't come to play; he came to eat you. he licked that slipped nipple before unclasping your bra and throwing them under the table. he switched, so he sat on the sofa while you sat on top of him, straining your hands on your back.

you straddled on top of his lap while he left lots of kiss marks on your chest, and it was there; it had a purplish color that you needed to cover the next day. you grind your ass while he sucks your nipple and pinches the others with his other hand. he twisted your nipples with his hand and his tongue. 

he squeezed it hard like a toy he should grope. his tongue played your nipple like your breast was ready to be milked out by his mouth. you held on to his shoulder and grasped them. you don't know where you hold anymore. "yeosang, " you moaned. he gruffed his breath and pushed you to the ground. 

he pulled out his twitching cock that was on your ass a few seconds ago, and he pulled your hair towards it. "open your mouth, princess, " he ordered. you opened your mouth slowly, and you could feel something was entering your mouth. something hard, and it's big enough to make you choke.

you had noticed that it was his cock, "imagine this as your favorite juice pops, " he said. you nodded and started to shove his cock in your mouth. he pulled your hair and bucked his hip into your mouth. you placed your hand on his balls and squeezed them lightly, and your other hands helped you to suck his cock.

he moaned all you needed to hear to make your pussy go crazy. yes, you are wet. you already felt it dripping from your pussy to your thigh. you bobbed your head to swallow his cock and deepen it into your throat. his cock was twitching while you curled your tongue over them.

"shit, (y/n), " he groaned. he pushed you off and slammed your body to the couch. you bit your lips with some disappointment hanging over your mouth. you were this close to tasting his cum, swallowing them, and of course, devouring them. 

yeosang pressed his fingers against your pussy, "well, look who's wet down here, " he smirked. "i haven't done anything, yet your pussy already has this desire for me to relieve its needs, " he added. you clenched your couch handrest because you were squirming under his touch. he pulled your shorts and panty down, revealing your wet pussy was in a distressed mess.

"tell me if you want it to stop, " he said. you nodded, "yes, yes, yes, now, please, " you whined. he smirked and pulled his head closer to your pussy. he licked your clitoris while his finger was teasing it. he sucked it lightly at first because he noticed that your pussy was soft to ease the pain of his finger entering your pussy. 

you moaned while your pussy twitched at the same time. yeosang smiled while still licking your clit. he twirled his finger inside you after his second and third fingers snuck in your pussy. you bucked your hips against his mouth, and you were trembling. he knew you were about to come, and that's why he pulled away ever so quickly.

"nuh-uh, not now, princess, " he grinned. you bit your lips, "please, let me, " you whined. "you can't come until i say so, " he replied. you have noticed that this is his habit. he has this sick kink of edging. he didn't even bother to deny it. 

he pecked your neck and kissed your lips. he fought your tongue and toyed with them. he squeezed and kneaded your ass one more time before he thrust his cock slowly but steadily inside you. "yeosang, " you called out his name.

"remember to tell me, (y/n), " yeosang reminded you again. you nodded, and he thrust his cock deeper. you moaned; he hit your spot. he begins to move faster while holding onto your hips. you, on the other hand, were grasping his back and leaving minor yet visible scratches on it. 

he thrust into you harder, making your body quiver. your legs have given up on you, and now you're just holding onto him. he kissed you again, but his thrust was getting sloppy. he's about to come. you helped him by bucking your hips to him and fastening the pace. after a few thrusts, "yeosang, please, " you begged because you knew you were about to come. 

with some thrust in, "yes, you may, princess, " he allowed you to come. you moaned loudly when your cum spread over his cock, and he pulled out his cock off your pussy. "do you want to taste some of this? " he lewdly asked. you nodded, "open your mouth, " he said. you opened your mouth, and he thrust his cock inside it. 

his cock twitched inside your mouth; he came inside your mouth. you were never the type to spit because you're a nasty bitch; of course, you swallowed them. he was surprised by his concern. he laid down on the floor for a minute, then went to the kitchen to grab some paper towels. he came back and cleaned your pussy and your mouth. 

he carried you to your bedroom while you were still in your hazy state. you have dazed because lust has taken over your body. yeosang plopped you down on your bed. you tugged his hand, "stay, " you said. he chuckled, "i want to pee, " he said. you giggled and hushed him. he went back after he peed and laid down next to you. 

you crawled into his hug and curled up against his chest. he wrapped his arms around you, cuddled you, and caressed your hair. your sweat glistened on your temple, and he pecked them away. you fell asleep next to his chest, like his heartbeat was a lullaby, and he slept an hour later after he hummed you a song to soothe you from the pleasure.

the next day came so fast; you got up first. you had noticed yeosang was still sleeping soundly. you covered your body with your bathrobe and went to the kitchen with untouched curry fried rice. sure, you guys didn't bother to eat that. you threw them away and made a toast instead. you took a shower first, and you went back to your bedroom to wake yeosang up. 

"hey, i think we should head back to work, " you patted his hand slowly. he rubbed his eyes, "already? " he questioned. you hummed while nodding at him, "breakfast at the counter, okay, " you said. he got up and took a shower, and he dressed up in yesterday's outfit.

"you're not going to change your clothes? " you asked him while walking to the boutique. "nah, it'll take too long, and we're going to be late then, " he chuckled. you giggled, "true, " you replied. he opened the door for you, and you chuckled while you entered the boutique. "thank you, " you said. "no worry, " he replied.

it has been a few days since the intercourse. you and yeosang would glance at each other and make out once in the storage room. when you're with him, pleasure is all that you want. you're not sure you like him or want him the other way around. however, he wanted you, but he wanted you as an escape from his ex.

as that feeling resurfaces, you need some affirmation about this feeling until yeosang talks about it first. on the day you made out with him, you had this talk with him at your apartment. "(y/n), " he called. "yeah, " you answered. "promise me that you won't be mad for this, " he begged.

"sure, what is it all about? " you asked. "i just want to make sure about this. i'm still figuring out about my ex and stuff. it would be sickening to start something new while i'm still weeping at my ex, " yeosang explained. weirdly, you're not sad when you hear him say that. "it's okay; it's not that we're having this as a relationship, " you chuckled.

"i mean, you gave me a pleasurable night once. it doesn't mean we're dating, boohoo, " you said. "yeah, true, " he admitted. "how about this, you come when i need someone to ease the pain, and i'll come when you need it too, " you suggested. "as a fuck buddy, you mean? " he asked. "yeah, something like that, " you coyly confessed. "hmm, sure, " yeosang said.

mingi was jealous when he accidentally saw you in the storage room. he wanted to check the new collection for eglantine, but instead, he saw you make out with yeosang. he felt a crack in his heart, but little did he know. you have loved him since the day you first met him.

he didn't know that even though you had fun with yeosang, it was only for fun, that was for contentment. sadly enough, mingi won't notice this any earlier. 

the day of the outing finally came. mingi brought his daughter and her nanny because he couldn't just leave his princess alone. he and sibyl sat in front of the bus while you and yeosang sat a few seats back. yeosang sneakily trailed his hands to your thigh. he squeezed it lightly. you moaned quietly at his touch. 

"yeosang, " you whined. "hmm, " he smirked. he grabbed your hand and pecked your palm. you giggled, and he placed his head on your shoulder. "hey, not in here; people will notice, " you claimed. "so what? " he snickered. "no, but, " you groped his crotch and squeezed them slowly.

you heard yeosang groan against his breath, but it did nothing to stop you. you chuckled when you felt his cock harden. "now, let's have a quiet ride, " you giggled. he smirked, "you might want to stop this if you don't want any punishment, " he said. "we're not going to be there, " you giggled. you flirted with yeosang, and he did the same. 

it wasn't that far until you guys reached the destination. it was near the countryside, a remote village. you had arrived at noon, and you could feel how tranquil it was. you logged into your lodge, one worker per room. it's not that big but suits one person.

the lodging was adequate. it was like two housings merged into one. there's a garden path connecting the two. it could fit all eglantine workers, but honestly, the workers weren't that many. more like 50 people or less. on the first day, they planned to have a barbecue party. 

you decided to wear something cute, wearing a mini dress with a loose string on your shoulder. mingi was setting up the grill, and sibyl was sleeping in her nanny's room. you haven't seen yeosang ever since you parted to unpack. everything in this barbecue party probably included drinks, lots, and lots of liquor. well, head on, you're the best at it. 

"let's make a toast for eglantine, " mingi said. you cheered, "i'm sorry, i'm late, " yeosang came from behind you and grasped your waist. "hey, " you sipped down your drink. mingi was watching you two exchanging words to words. there was a sinking feeling inside of him. 

you saw mingi staring at you, and you winked at him. you whispered something to yeosang, and he giggled with you. you tried to tempt mingi by pulling yourself against yeosang closer and grinding your body towards him. "you know, you're striving to seduce someone, aren't you, " yeosang asked. 

you jumped out, "it's mingi, right? " yeosang chuckled. "shut up, " you bit your lips. yeosang grasped your pussy lightly. you moaned silently, "stop, " you whined. "you know, you could come to me if he didn't satisfy any of your needs, " yeosang whispered. you stood up, and yeosang squeezed your ass before you walked toward mingi.

you grabbed the bottle of wine in front of mingi and poured some into your glass. "i think i like my drink sweet, thank you, boss," you were chugging from your glass. mingi strained the pent-up need in his pants. you giggled and went back to yeosang, and he pulled you into his lap. 

mingi snickered, and he scoffed at you. he had this evil, conniving plan. mingi's grin convinced yeosang that he was the sign that he was ready to fuck you up. the night was getting late, and the fireworks were shooting up in the skies, lighting the sky. there's when people are too distracted by it. 

mingi grabbed your hand and pulled you into his arms. he carried you on his shoulder to the garden behind the lodging. he pushed you to the wall and skimmed your body with his hand through your dress's material. you could feel his breath fanning over your skin, and you tried to hold out your whimper. 

you knew from the smell of his breath he was drunk. you don't want to take advantage of this even though it satisfies you. you need him to crave for you when he's sane and in his right mind. you caressed his cheek, "i think you're drunk, " you whispered. "you know, we could do this another time when you genuinely want me, " you said. 

you pushed him over and walked back to the lodging, only to meet yeosang returning from the party. "leaving so early, " he smirked at you. "oh, shut it, " you giggled. "anyway, i'm going to sleep; i don't want my face to be bloated, " you jokingly said. "as you wish, princess, " he pulled your arms and led you to his room. "i mean in my room, " you said before entering. 

"no, your room is too far and on the second floor, " he said. "i'm drunk and don't want to carry you there; the stairs are way too much, " he said. "fair point, " you hummed. you walked into his room, and you took in the view in it. it was tidy and clean, but you had no choice but to be trapped in this room until the following day. 

yeosang pushed you to his bed, "you should be careful, you know, " he warned. "i had to jerk myself off because of what you did on the bus, " he added. you gulped down your saliva, "oh, so you're scared now? " he scoffed. "sure, you are; let this be your lesson not to tempt me, " yeosang pulled down your panty, "i'm going to make sure you won't be able to walk tomorrow, " he pecked your pussy. 

he ate you up to the point you could feel you're dried, and your legs were trembling. your lewd moan makes him turn into some beast that devours their prey to their very last bone. this session lasted for an hour, him eating your pussy. it's true; the next day, you wake early to return to your room. yeosang laughed and helped you out. some coworkers asked, but you said you and yeosang were jogging too far.

yeosang plopped you down on your bed and pecked your temple, "i'm sorry about last night, but it was tasty, " he said. you hummed, "i think there's a sense of relief down there, " you chuckled. "hmm, it sure does, " he said. "well, get ready or something because there's something we could do in the noon, " yeosang added.

reasonably, the noon was great. yeosang took you to a lovely eatery to have brunch and returned to your room because he couldn't hold himself up. series of your cum and his cum mixed on the bed sheets. he never did come inside you; disappointing, isn't it? but you know, he couldn't make you feel full even if his cock was inside you. he can't make you scream and beg for more than your ability to handle. 

he is skilled, but he's not something you craved. he's not something you want to devour like it was your last dessert. the engulfing feeling of something was not there to appear, but hey, it was nice to have someone to let the relief out. he wiped your pussy neatly and plopped down beside you. you two cuddled up until both of you fell asleep.

mingi was busy playing with sibyl, but he did notice that he hadn't seen the two of you since brunch. he was a bit confused from last night because he partially remembered some of the things. he did remember pulling you to the garden, but he didn't remember anything after that. he tried to, but he couldn't remember what came after he teased you. nevertheless, it's his homework to do fast before he loses his chance.

the following day was the last day of the outing. you were too tired, yes tired, because yeosang didn't even leave a second to rest. he dried the fuck out of you. so you decided to sleep on the bus on the way back home. this outing was nasty; you thought inside your mind that it consumed your dreams. all the things you did with yeosang played in your dreams but with mingi.

this outing made you want to know what mingi would taste, though you really can't do this at the boutique. you were sure that mingi had kept checking tabs on you ever since the outing. he often called you to his office and held you there without saying anything while he did the paperwork. you were allowed to leave the office if he signed his paperwork.

while you kept up at your counter, he would come by and smirk at you. because he knew, behind those counters, yeosang was squeezing your butt. no one would know this because you and yeosang are on the same counter. mingi might be jealous, but that was yeosang's idea to help you. in that case, mingi wants you more than he could imagine.

he kept jerking his cock off once in a while in his office or imagining you railed him. nasty thought but needed. he planned a throughout idea so that he could fuck the out of you when his house is empty. he wanted you to taste his toys. he wanted you to know that you made his mind go crazy. he schemed that the nanny would take sibyl to a camp with her friends.

this plan took a month to perfect, but he knew it was worth it. 

mingi asked you to come to his house because he wanted your opinion about redecorating sibyl's room. "oh my, i would be honored to do such a job, " you excitedly claimed. you almost jumped but in tiny. mingi hummed because he finally got you. he didn't want to waste any time. "great, see you on saturday, " he said.

mingi promised to pick you up from your house at 9 am. you woke up at 7 am and got ready until 8:55 am. you wore some short pleated skirts with a baggy shirt with its ends tucked into your skirts. you saw mingi's car from afar; well, you noticed because you've been there once. 

"hi, " he greeted you from his car window. "hi, " you replied while pulling his car door to sit on the passenger seat next to him. "you look nice today, " he said. you blushed and shyly thanked him. you told him that he looked nice too. how could you not? when he dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt buttoned. not fully buttoned, much to your dismay, because you need to hold yourself together.

you can't peek through the unbuttoned, but mingi made this challenging. he kept stirring the wheel while changing the gear, making that shirt disarray. you could see his skin and his chest. you have this figured. from his body line, you could see how buffed that body is, sturdy chest and plump lap. you could ride him in a comfortable thigh of his. the veins on his hands made you wonder if he'll be able to choke you with those.

"(y/n), staring is rude, " he chuckled. you averted his glanced and looked out the view from the window. you missed the way mingi stared back at your neck. he vividly remembered when you came to work with yeosang; he saw a purplish mark on your skin. he knew someone must've eaten you up. he wanted to have a glimpse of you if he could be the other one to eat you out.

he wanted to see what your body, something you hide from the clothing you wore. still, he wanted to know if you're up doing something kinky with him. never mind, it wasn't something he should be bothered about when he invited to come and redecorate his daughter's room. he didn't mean anything else to happen; he swore.

you had arrived at mingi's house. it's spacious, and you could see the garden he had. he's old money. "come in, (y/n), " he said. you entered his house, "hello, " you greeted. he giggled, "no one's home, (y/n), " he said. you looked confused, "huh? " you questioned. "yeah, sibyl had this camp with her nanny. the only people here were the maid and nanny, me, and sibyl, for now, " he added.

he led you to sibyl's room. it was nice and looked cozy. you hummed, "well, this room needs some lighting; it's a tad darker than usual, " you said. "true, maybe that's why she's always sleepy when playing in her room, " mingi added. you added some other remarks about the room while mingi noted it down. "you know, your taste was not bad, " he said. you chuckled, "nah, it's a girls' thing, " you jokingly said. 

"okay, " he giggled. his charming smile and gentle gesture made you ponder; he must be this perfect, or he had one of the sinister alter egos. the talk about the room continued until it was suddenly late evening. "i'm sorry to keep you this long, " mingi said. "no, it's okay. she's a princess, must get her the best, " you replied. "well, wanna eat something for dinner? " he asked. "no, it's okay. i'm going back anyway, "

"what a drag. come on, it's my treat to you for helping me out, " mingi pouted. he persuasively asks you to stay until dinner, and he convinces you. somehow, you're not surprised. because if you were him, you would've noticed how hard it was to contain the tension. a slight of brushed hands with each other, and accidentally grind your ass against the door rail when you bent down to pick up the pen mingi dropped on purpose, unaware that you were stepping on his foot. did you turn him on unwillingly or willingly? no one knows. but mingi pent those up inside of him.

while having dinner with him, you talked about the office and how grateful you are to be accepted there. you're not trying to lick his ass so he could promote you, but you're genuinely thankful. he watched you rambling things while his nasty mind imagined your voice as you moaned against his ear. how lewd and erratic you sounded when you whined, "i think sibyl is going to like the room, " you said. he snapped from it, and an awkward smile appeared on his face.

the weather wasn't that hot, and it was supposed to be cold and icy autumn. you didn't know what to do or expect from this desirable form of mingi seated beside you during dinner. you know his pants tented up. you know his mind probably has these racing thoughts of nasty things. you had finished your food and were going to wash your hands but turned the wrong side of the water. 

heated water splashed around your hand, and it was hot, but rather than a scream, you, unaware, moaned lowly to your breath. mingi pretended not to hear any of that, but he was sure that any given chance he had, he'd eat you. "are you okay? " he asked. "oh, yeah, yeah, i'm okay, " you replied. you didn't know the impact of your moan to him, erected him.

mingi grabbed the ice from the refrigerator to cool down your hands while you were still washing your hands with normal water. you turned around and bumped into mingi's chest. mingi looked down at you with a dark gaze lingering in your eyes. his breath is gliding over your face. he placed your hand on the counter with his, "look, it's not okay, " he scoffed. 

you huffed a breathy air making your chest pump, and he could feel it brush against his. he bit the ice cubes from the bowl he had held his ice on. he pulled himself closer to you; he clenched your jaw to open your mouth with force. he placed the ice between your teeth and pushed it deeper with his tongue. you felt the ice sending some sensual tingle in your body.

he exhaled against you, and he slowly came closer to lick the ice while his knees were toying with your thigh to spread it open. your pussy was starting to wet, and you were ready to push him, but you wanted to explore everything about him. "tell me you want more; that'll do the job, " he whispered. your breath was uncontrollably ragged.

"i, " you stuttered. "i, what? " "i want more, " you quickly mumbled.

he scoffed, and he kissed you with the ice to spice it up. he took your lips in his, tonguing your mouth, and rubbed his knee towards your pussy. as the kiss went deeper, his knee pressed harder on your pussy. he bit your tongue and licked your lips. you moaned his name while he rubbed your pussy with his knee vigorously. your whimpering was evident to him.

one thing you learn from yeosang, he won't let you come until he allows you to. so, maybe, you need to tell, mingi before you came, "mingi, i think i'm going to come, " your pussy twitched on his knee. "oh, did yeosang teach you this? " he asked. your whimpering was getting shakier, "m-mhm, " you replied. mingi's smile was getting more sinister. he rubbed your pussy faster until you couldn't handle it. you bit your lips and tried to hold your breath, but all that effort won't stop you from coming. 

your shaky leg, uncharacteristically breathing, and twitching inside your pussy was the sign you were close. "mingi, please, i'm close, " you begged. he shook his head, "so? " he smirked. "do you think i would let you? fuck, no, " he snapped, but he continued rubbing your pussy. well, you came without his permission. "oh, you dare? yeosang must've gone too soft with you, " he sneered.

your spine chilled when you heard mingi says that. "you can have that with yeosang, but not with me. i'm not your soft something you had your dream on, " he said. "look at you, i haven't done anything besides rubbing your pussy, " he added. you know it's the truth, but you want something to fill you in. you want something to hit your spot hard and make you tremble, begging him to stop. "i want more, please, " you pleaded.

he smirked and pulled your hands into his playroom. toys you haven't even tried even once in your life were filling his playroom. "just tell me if you want it to stop, " he muttered. "yes, master, " you said. "hmm, someone smart teaches you well, i suggest, " he said. you gasped at how quickly you adapted to it. well, it's in you, you know. you looked up about that. you wanted that, and you craved that, and how your experience with yeosang was a clear sign that you needed this. how yeosang treated you with aftercare, you are pleased.

mingi told you to strip down your clothes and call him when you have finished. you did, and he returned to tie your hair into a ponytail. he pulled you to a standing mirror at the corner of the room, "you need to know how you look when you're high, " he grinned. he picked the ice cube from the bowl on his nightstand. he stood behind you and trailed down the ice from your neck to your nipple and ended up on your pussy. "hold it there; don't drop it, " he mumbled to your ear. 

"master, " you moaned because it was making your pussy clench. he nibbled your earlobe while licking it with ice in his mouth. he saw your mouth agape, mouthing a silent moan. his hand circled your nipples, squeezed your boobs, and pinched the tip of the nipple firmly. his low voice turns you on and on. your wet pussy was seeping through the ice. "master, please, " you moaned. 

he shook his head, "not yet, baby girl, " he smirked. you hazily want to close your eyes because the pleasure from the ice on your pussy is spinning your head. before you could even do that, mingi smacked your ass, causing your body to jolt. your legs were trembling, and luckily, the hot heat around your pussy melted down the ice. 

mingi noticed that, and he plopped the ice from his mouth to yours. he bent down to toy your clit with his finger, and he sleds over your legs to face you while he sat down on the floor, and you're there standing with legs that are ready to give up on you. he bit your clit lightly and sucked them while twirling your clit with his tongue. you wanted to touch your hardened nipples, but you're hanging onto mingi's hair because you can't stand it anymore.

he ate you, "master, i'm close, " you said. he's good with his tongue and making you come twice in only 30 minutes. "you can come, cupcake, " he said, and there you come. there, in his mouth. this liquid exchange couldn't be nastier, but it could. he kept your cum in his mouth, only to make a way to your mouth and alter your cum into your mouth while he kissed you and fought your tongue for dominance. "you should know how savory you are, so swallow it, " he demanded. 

you swallowed your cum and went for his lips to kiss him, but he crashed your first. he bit your lips and went for your jaw. you weren't closing your eyes because watching this particularly erotic scene made your pussy twitch. he marked your neck, leaving purplish hickeys throughout your body. he ate you. he wanted to engulf you like the demon devours every human soul.

he pushed you down to his cock, "try mine, " he said. without any hesitation, you spat on your hand and started to knead his balls, and licked his cock. you sucked his tip, slowly pushing his cock down to your throat. you bobbed your head while he pressed your head so his cock could penetrate your throat. you looked at his eyes coyly while giving him a blow job, almost choked, but you enjoyed it. you loved how big, thick, and quickly twitched his cock was. 

"(y/n), " he groaned. you pulled your mouth off his dick and gave him the most incredible hand job possible. "it's okay, master, come in my mouth, " you sucked his tip to tease him. not long after, he came inside your mouth. a mouthful cum filled your mouth. you swallowed them without him asking. you licked his balls before he held your hand and led them to his shoulder. you gripped his shoulder firmly. 

he placed both of your legs on his hip; his fingers were playing with your clit while his other hand put his cock slowly to your entering. you pushed your vagina deeper into his cock, "master, " you felt his big cock inside your core. he thrust in slowly into you. he groaned and supported your hip to move faster. his dick was about to come again until he pulled them off. he grabbed the leather belt and tied your hand to a pole. 

he bent you down, and you knew, "master, please spread your cum inside me, " you begged. "you gotta work for it, babe, " he replied. he pushed his cock again inside your pussy from the back. this time, the thrusts were getting faster and harsher. your pussy was witching hard, so you decided to move your hip along with his.

you managed to catch up with his rhyme. "master, " you moaned. he knew you were about to come, "it's okay, baby girl, you can come, " and your cum spread over his cock. he thrust harder, "i'm close too, " he said. "come inside me, master. fill me up with your juices, " you whined. 

there, you felt something warm filling your vagina and making you whole. mingi untied the belt, "are you up for another session? " he asked. "hmm, master, i'm ready, " you said. right after, he handcuffed you with his favorite leather handcuff to his bed frame. he crawled onto the bed and pulled your pussy closer to his face. he sucked your pussy and bit your clit softly. you didn't count how many times you came, but he did that to ensure you couldn't walk the next day. 

you huffed an airy breath, and he did the same while lying beside you. "i'm sorry, i went too hard, " he said. you looked at him, "no, you're not. it was great, " you shyly claimed. "well, if you want to have another one, we could do that if you uncuffed my hand, " you giggled. he gasped, "sorry, baby, " he chuckled. he unlocked the handcuff and pulled you closer to him. "we need to clean you up, " he claimed. 

he carried you to the bathroom and put you in the bathtub. he filled the bathtub with water while he picked the shampoo and soap. well, after that uncountable session you did, your body was full of sweat and sticky. he cleaned you up, brushed your back, and washed your hair. he dressed you in his clothes and pants, of course, no underwear. who would want to wear their wet underwear dirty? no one.

it was 3 in the morning, and you noticed how long your sessions took with him. he cuddled you up in his arms, "mingi, " you mumbled. he pecked your temple and kneaded your breast. "let's talk about it tomorrow, hm, " he said. he pulled your shirt up and started to suck your nipples. "i wanted to milk you out until you're left powerless, " he whispered. "no, i just want to say i love this, " you chuckled. he bit your nipple firmly, "i do, too, " he smiled. you squirmed into his arms and nestled into his hug—what a great night!

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Cordis et Domus Everte | Two: "Rebellion"

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Fem!OC x Rebel Leader! Seonghwa

Word Count: 1.9k

Genres + AUs: Dystopian AU, Uprising/Rebellion AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Trigger Warnings: Strong language, blood, violence, minor character death, rioting, fighting, discrimination, attempted rape, derogatory use of the word "slut"

Tags: @kpop---scenarios @jeonrose @skittlez-area512 @umbralhelwolf @lukai-m @skeletor-ify @biaswreckingfics @bloopbloopkai @trashlord-007 @liliesofdreams @rdiamond2727 @naturalogre

A/N: As I have said many times, I am not the best at writing angst, so the middle bit of this chapter really hurt to write. I want to stress that I do not condone rape or any of the others terrible things that take place in this chapter. I also do not think that the idols I write about actually have the personalities I give them.

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Footsteps raced through the corridor, urgency in their pounding as they sped along the concrete. Heads turned to look as a young man with blonde-streaked black hair flew past them towards the meeting room at the centre of their underground compound.

The doors swung inward wildly as Jung Wooyoung flew into the room, garnering the attention of the small group of people that were gathered at the long wooden table. 

"Seonghwa-hyung!" He cried out, addressing the red-haired man seated at the head of the table. "Concillor Na's soldiers are raiding Gwanjaë!" 

Gasps and muttered expletives circled the room as everyone processed the information. 

"How bad is it?" Seonghwa queried, steel in his dark eyes. 

"It's pretty bad." Wooyoung informed him. "According to Yeonjun, they set a large portion of the town on fire and were killing people left and right. The fire was put out, but the soldiers are still there, going through every house. They seem to be searching for something, or someone." 

A tall brunette male stood, fear and anger swirling in his chocolate eyes. "We have to help them, Hyung. Yunho and his apprentice are the only Healers, they will need Yeosang's help." 

Seonghwa nodded in acknowledgement of the man's words. "Don't worry Mingi, we will help them." He turned to the man at his right and began to issue orders. 

"Hongjoong, assemble the raid squad. We don't know how many of Na's soldiers are there, so we will need everyone to come. Have them ready to go in ten minutes, that is all the time we can spare." 

Hongjoong ran a hand through his close-cut blonde hair, then stood and hurried from the room. 

"Wooyoung, take Mingi and go rouse Yeosang. Inform him of the situation and tell him he has ten minutes to prepare his herbs. If anyone needs me, I'll be in my quarters getting ready." 

Wooyoung grabbed Mingi's hand and the two ran out. Seonghwa was right behind them, hurrying to get dressed in clothing appropriate for the impending battle. 

Gwanjaë needed them.

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Sonji had never seen a raid this bad. Blood and death hung in the air, and she soon lost count of how many times she'd narrowly missed getting impaled by a sword. It was in those moments that she was grateful Mingi had taught her how to wield a blade and defend herself. 

Laughter reached her ears, the mean kind that meant no good. Gripping her sword tightly she ran toward the source, ready to defend whoever was in trouble from the cruel taunts of her father's soldiers. 

Rounding the corner, she was greeted with a sickening sight. Three young, well-muscled soldiers had surrounded a handsome younger man with night-black hair. Two were holding him down while the third ran blood-stained hands all over the man's slim, fit body. As she stealthily inched closer, she began to hear what they were saying. 

"Quite the lucky catch, wasn't he, hyung?" boasted one of the soldiers holding the man. 

"Indeed he was Dejun. You have good eyes." His companion agreed with a laugh. Then he turned his head and addressed the third soldier. "Hey Jaehyun, you gonna leave any of him for us?"

Jaehyun's smirk could be heard in his voice as he replied, "Keep your mouth shut, Yuta, and maybe I will."

Sonji felt icy-hot anger spread through her as she heard their names and realized they were the same three soldiers that Mingi said kept hitting on him. According to the brunette, they were stupidly stubborn and wouldn't take no for an answer, often thinking only with their downstairs brain. She gripped her sword tighter and stepped out from the shadows. Sonji didn't like killing, but if you hurt an innocent person or messed with her friends, she would rip you to shreds.

"Hey asshats, why don't you pick on someone your own size?" She yelled out, immediately garnering their full attention.

The one named Jaehyun chuckled. "Well, look who we have here! Your dad's really keen to have you back Sonji, even offered to pay the ones who brought you to him." He drew his own sword and stalked toward her. "Surrender and I might go easy on you." 

"Never." Sonji hissed, lunging towards Jaehyun. 

"Then let's have some fun!" Jaehyun shot back as he raced to meet her. 

There was silence for a while as the two traded blow after blow, neither backing off an inch. Then, when it seemed Sonji was beginning to gain the upper hand, the taunting began. 

"Y'know, you're pretty cute Sonji. If you surrender now, we could have some fun before I turn you over to your dad." 

Sonji growled and swung her blade, slicing a wide cut in Jaehyun's left shoulder. "I'd rather die, thanks." 

"You realize I'm going easy on you, right? I could kill you in the blink of an eye if I wanted to." 

Sonji glared at him. "Do you ever shut up?!" She snapped, giving him a matching cut on his right leg. 

Jaehyun just chuckled. "Hey, you think if I bring you in, your friend Mingi will finally let me have him? He's such a slut, no one else would want him. I'd probably be doing him a favour." 

Sonji felt unbridled fury rise up inside her at the filth that poured from Jaehyun's mouth and she saw red. Then, without warning, everything went black.

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Yeosang watched the fight from where he lay on the ground, held in place by two of the soldiers who'd cornered him. He didn't know this girl named Sonji who'd stepped in to rescue him, but he was grateful for her help. When he heard Jaehyun's comment about Mingi, calling him her friend; Yeosang felt his blood boil, while also realizing this meant she was Yunho's apprentice. 

When Sonji fell to the ground suddenly, Yeosang's heart skipped. Had the soldier's words distracted her that much? 

Before he could dwell on the thought too much, Sonji slowly began to rise, the air around her humming with magic. Yeosang felt his mouth drop open when her head came up and he caught sight of the red glow that consumed her eyes. 

Red fire sprang to life in Sonji's hands and she began hurling orbs of it at the three soldiers. For a while their shields protected them, but soon the metal began to glow and became too hot for them to hold. A fire orb hit each of them in the chest and they were dead before they hit the ground.

The glow faded from Sonji's eyes then and she stumbled, falling onto her knees. She wavered unsteadily for a moment, then she stilled and lifted her head. Her brown eyes gazed about in shock and confusion, then she shook her head and stood. Walking towards him, she extended a hand and pulled Yeosang to his feet.

"Are you alright? Did they hurt you?" She asked him. 

"I'm fine." He told her. "Just a few cuts and scratches, nothing major." 

"Yunho can fix them up for you. Oh, my name's Sonji, by the way." She said with a smile. 

"Nice to meet you Sonji, I'm Yeosang." He replied, returning her smile. 

"Nice to meet you as well, Yeosang. Now, let's go find Yunho." She declared, motioning for him to follow her. 

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As she lead Yeosang to Yunho's dwelling, Sonji racked her brain trying to remember what happened after she'd blacked out. Her mind was frustratingly empty, and the blank space pricked worryingly at her nerves. What exactly had she done to Jaehyun and his friends? When she came to her senses, they looked like they'd had their hearts burned right out of their chests.

All thoughts flew from her head the moment she entered the dwelling and found Yunho talking cheerfully with several unfamiliar men. Among them sat Mingi, who looked extremely relieved to see both her and Yeosang. 

The conversation died away as soon as the two of them stepped in, and Sonji found everyone staring at her. Sonji hated people staring at her because she knew they would ask about her scar, and the last thing she wanted was to relive that nightmare on a daily basis. Yunho seemed to notice her becoming uncomfortable and quickly spoke up, drawing most of the attention back to him. 

"I'm glad you made it back Sonji. Are you alright?" 

Sonji nodded, then gestured to Yeosang. "I rescued Yeosang here from some soldiers and wanted you to look him over to make sure he's okay." Yunho smiled and motioned for Yeosang to sit beside him. Sonji followed, standing nearby as Yunho examined Yeosang. 

"So what exactly happened?" Asks one of the strangers, a red-haired male with striking features. 

Sonji launched into her account of coming across Jaehyun and his friends assaulting Yeosang, and her short battle with Jaehyun before blacking out. Then Yeosang picks up, describing everything that happened while Sonji was unaware. 

Sonji was shocked to hear what she did unconsciously, and it scared her. She had never had much to do with magic until she met Yunho, so she felt quite lost and unable to explain why such a thing could have happened. Fortunately, Yeosang spoke up and answered some of Sonji's unasked questions.

"All of this points to you being a Berserker."

Sonji looked at him in confusion. "What exactly is a Berserker?"

Yeosang smiled patiently. "A Berserker is someone who can channel powerful bursts of magic whenever they feel strong emotion. Overtime, as you begin to master your abilities, you will be able to control the episodes and remain conscious during them." 

When Yeosang finished speaking, Yunho jumped in, eyes wide with realization. "Sonji, this has to be why your father ordered the raid! He must've found out you were a Berserker and wanted you back so he could control your abilities." 

Sonji felt all eyes return to her as soon as it was revealed who her father was. Shifting uncomfortably, she wished that for once Yunho had just kept his mouth shut and shared this thought later once everyone had left. 

"You're Concillor Na's missing daughter?!" The red-haired man exclaimed, looking quite angry. "Yunho, are you certain she can be trusted?" 

Yunho glared at the man. "I know you're concerned about your group, but damn it Seonghwa, that was completely uncalled for!"

Offended, Sonji leapt to her feet, for once not bothered by sharing her past. She explained everything her parents did to her, how she got the scar on her face, and how Mingi saved her life by bringing her to Yunho. "I would never do anything to help my dad, I'd rather do whatever I can to destroy everything he's worked for."

At this the man, Seonghwa, backs off. "I apologize for coming on so strongly, but as the leader of a rebellion against the Concillus, I have to be extremely careful." 

Sonji nodded, sitting back down beside Yeosang. "I understand, and I accept your apology." She smiled faintly, an expression that Seonghwa returned. 

“As a way of making things up to you, would you like to join my group? It would be a good way to do things that would affect your father." 

Sonji barely even pauses to consider, seeing her hopes of revenge opening up before her eyes. "Yes, I'd like that. I'll gladly join your group."

Seonghwa’s faint smile widened into something a bit more genuine. “Then welcome, Na Sonji, to The Guerillas.”

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[ateezinmymind]

my brother’s best friend (part 1)

word count: 4k

fluff, slight angst??

(series masterlist)

tag list: @brie02 @a-soft-hornytiny @reeateez @multidreams-and-desires

Jung Wooyoung, the boy who was irresistible, but off limits. Jung Wooyoung, the boy who just had to be your brother’s best friend…

“Y/n!”

Snapping your eyes out of the reoccurring unsettling thoughts, remembering you're still in the 1st hour. You guess the bell already rang, seeing everyone had their bodies turned in the teachers direction.

The class murmuring amongst themselves, the small episodes of laughter and whispers.

“You didn’t even hear!” Gripping your shoulder and shaking it around, you roll your head towards the boy sitting next to you. “The announcements said there’s going to be a school bonfire this Friday!! Aren’t you excited?” Not getting the ecstatic reaction he was hoping for, scoffing out Wooyoung leaned back into his desk.

Looking down at the ground you searched for a reasonable excuse to tell the guy you’ve been dreaming about, you weren’t going.

“y’know.. Woo I don’t think that’s really my scene“ bringing your gaze into his unamused eyes you continue without confidence, “a-and you know it.”

Flicking the loose bangs that fell to his eyes, Wooyoung looks at you with disappointment. “That doesn’t mean you can’t change.” Leaning forward in his desk once more, taking his chin to his hands, closing his eyes he whispers out “you don’t have to stay hidden away from the fun”

———

Why was he so committed to bringing you out of your comfort zone? It’s not like he actually enjoys being in your presence. He and your brother have always been picky about the terms of you hanging out with them. Yeosang loves you of course, like any brother would, it was indescribable and obvious. But once he graduated high school, last year. He had told Wooyoung to keep his intended boundaries from you and not spend as much time with you when he came over. But even during Yeosang’s senior year, you and Wooyoung actually came to become close friends.

October, 29th << Junior year

“Get off! Get off! I can’t breathe!” Spitting out fits of giggles and snorts, Wooyoung laid sprawled out on top of you. “No! I can’t, I’m sorry y/n.” giving a wiggle seeking comfort “you stole my spot.”

It was true. You did steal his seat on the couch. It was so tempting to lay your head down when he got up to use the restroom.

The three of you were having a scary movie marathon, which meant lots of snacks, blankets and jump scares. When the first movie ended you hadn’t realized you had clung to Wooyoung’s side until Yeosang gave a cold glare and a questioning “what the fuck?” And from there, was when Woo got the sudden urge to get out of the brewing situation by going to use the bathroom.

Rolling your eyes, giving out a huff, you lay yourself along the sofa. “Why are you acting like that Yeosang??” lifting himself up off the recliner he goes to put in the next movie, slumping down and ejecting the disk he quips out, “like what?” Giving out a small chuckle from annoyance, you stick your tongue out to the back of his head. “Like you’re going to have me banned from my own existence”

Closing the case, Yeosang turns around and tilts his head to the side. Plastering you a look of disgust, “I’m sorry, but I just witnessed my sister boggling my best friend. To which I might add, is off the table”

Lifting your head up and forcing it back down, you continuously hit it over the sounds of your groans. There was no wrong intention of being friendly and quite frankly seeking comfort from the scary movie, it was stupid. Right as Yeosang gets up off the floor and heads to the kitchen to refill his bowl of popcorn, Wooyoung comes out of the bathroom. In perfect timing.

“You little-“ he blurts, running towards you as evil giggles ignite within him as he plunges his hands on your shoulders. Rocking you up and down as he makes his way on top of your flat frame.

Hearing laughter and squeals come from the living room, Yeosang puts his phone down and peeks into the area. Observing the way your face is flushed, and how you’re literally being all up in Wooyoung‘s damn business, made his blood boil. Stomping back to the kitchen, the beeping of the microwave feeding his flaming fire of rage, gets feverishly opened and as he takes the popcorn out of its bag and into the bowl. He makes sure to slam it shut unnecessarily hard.

“Dude get off my fucking sister, that’s gross.” As silence blanketed the room, the tension before significantly increased. “Chill, we were just messing around-“ Wooyoung says almost defensively.

Propping your elbows up, swiping a hand over your forehead, moving the messed up hair. You look up at Wooyoung, who’s jaw clenches and unclenches, as the veins in his neck become prominent.

Tapping his arm as a gesture for him to release you from his trap, the awkward silence feeds your urge to leave this situation completely. “Please get up Woo” you practically plead out. So he does, he releases his hands on your waist and gives you a light apology. “Sorry-“

“Thanks.” Yeosang spits out. “Now we can continue on to the next movie…” looking over at you getting off the couch, he gives one last blow, “the reason why you’re even here.”

Your eyes become blurry with tears, from both embarrassment and the sudden anger rising within. Now standing, you quickly fold the blanket you were wrapped in just seconds before. Draping it over the cushion, you look at Yeosang who snidely smirks in satisfaction at the television. Then to Wooyoung who portrays himself in a stiff manner. His arms folded over his chest, left leg bouncing quickly, and wearing an expressionless face.

Quickly looking down to the floor, you make your way across the room and to the bottom of the stairs. Trying not to embarrass yourself any more, you try and sound the least bit affected by your feelings. “Goodnight. Thank you for letting me hang out-” leaving the boys to continue watching by themselves.

Making your way up to enclose yourself in your room, face hot and limbs jittery. Why did Yeosang have to humiliate you in such ways, you knew Wooyoung didn’t mean anything by it. Of course that’s not the same way you feel about him, because who wouldn’t have some intimate feelings for him. He was a charmer, and hell he knew it. Wooyoung never bent out of shape about it though, he had times of modesty and respect, especially when he was trying to get on someone’s good side.

There was that one week where he spent his entire day, everyday to help out with the junior class decorations for the school spirit competition. You’d never seen him so motivated before that, it still makes you chuckle to this day. He’s always yearning for affection, though he can be seen to come off as a cold hearted person, Wooyoung wants to please the people around him. He doesn’t like having enemies or people who look down on him, and he won’t risk his reputation of being ‘everyone’s friend’. It’s in his nature to be a comforting presence, and that's why you think you’re so fond of him.

Opening the door to your bedroom, getting welcomed by your favorite scent from the lit candle by the window, you let out a long sigh of exasperation. At least this was the longest you’ve got to hang with them yet. You could see this as a plus, though because this outburst had to happen today.. right when Halloween is around the corner. Your once exciting ideas flew out the window while insecurities sank their teeth in.

It was a stupid idea to begin with, of course you shouldn’t hang out with him, he wasn’t your friend. It’s not like you befriended him first, even though he’s been your classmate since the beginning of this school year, your junior year, you drew an interest in him when he made his way to introduce himself. He had been so funny, making the whole class laugh out from this one awfully corny joke.

Wooyoung being the new student was like a fresh start to a better experience. He wanted to put his past behind him, and change his former and darker days.

In all honesty Wooyoung didn’t share a lot about his life, which is interesting to consider— for he’s so determined to be a safe place for everyone else. You were clueless about how his life besides your home and school goes down. It’s not that you were suspicious about him hiding something, but if he in fact was even the slimmest bit of your friend, you’d want him to open up too.

Walking over to your nightstand, turning on the warm lit lamp you sit on the end of the bed and flop down on your back. “Thank you for letting me hang out??” Slapping your forehead, you give a cry of humiliation, “why did I say that-“ you shouldn’t have to have permission to be friendly with your brother, and frankly his friends! Why was Yeosang so picky when it came to Wooyoung but not the others?? You’ve had your times of fun with Seonghwa, why was he so different?? It made you angry to say the least.

The other boys came over a lot more before Wooyoung showed up. Mingi and Seonghwa showed you a side you’ve missed with Yeosang.. they brought him comfort and genuine smiles and hospitality. They didn’t hold a grudge on each other, they didn’t keep secrets, and he actually liked to talk about them in your presence. This year changed how things were..Mingi left schools when Wooyoung came, and Yeosang stopped hanging out with Seonghwa. Obviously it was a sensitive topic, but that only intrigued you more.

Getting up, quickly making your way to the bathroom, trying not to wake yourself up before you wouldn’t be able to sleep. You take care of your nightly routine of washing your face, brushing your teeth, etcetera. Hearing Wooyoung give a quick and loud commentary about the typical people in scary movies from down stairs, you rub your eyes with exhaustion. Today drained you, and in order for this Halloween weekend to be a success, there needs to be some time to sleep. Blowing out your candle, and then turning off your lamp, you hop into the warmth of your bed, and fall into a slumber.

October, 30th << Junior year

“KANG YEOSANG YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” opening your eyes, the screaming voice of Wooyoung does its job of erupting ears, and it makes you roll out of bed. Groaning with annoyance, once again make your way to the bathroom to wash up.

Going to your closet, picking out an outfit for the day you choose some casual leggings with a t-shirt. Another scream from outside your door makes you think of all the possibilities causing it could be. It’s only 9 in the morning and already they’ve woken the house.

Walking across the hall to your brothers room, you give a quick knock. “Yeosang??” you ask, but you’re only met with giggles and then a smack, ending in a “OUCH!” assuming it’s from Wooyoung, given his standards.

Turning the handle, you peek through the door to see your brother and his friend sitting on the floor, faces lit with blue in the dark room, and nudging each other repeatedly. They’re absolutely unfazed, and had no clue the door even opened. You roll your eyes, at the fact they woke you up with video games..typical—

“Hey!” getting their attention, they swivel their heads over to you immediately. In all honesty you didn’t even think they’d hear you, so a bit flustered about how much attention you had made you just laugh. “Do you guys want breakfast?” softly saying, and all they do is turn back to the screen and give a sigh of relief and a happy “YES PLEASE!” making you gently close the door and head your way down the stairs.

“Good morning mom!” stepping into the kitchen you sing out to where she is sitting at the table reading a book and sipping on coffee. Looking up at you, and giving a bright smile, she gets up and greets you in a morning hug and kiss, “Good morning my sweet y/n, how did you sleep?”

Giving a light chuckle and soft smile back, you separate yourself from her body and turn to the fridge. “It was fine...actually pretty nice. Since I didn’t stay up as long as the boys-“ then turning to playfully give your mom another roll of your eyes and finish saying, “but they DID wake me up!” making her laugh out loud, she sits back down and picks up her book and sighs out- but joyfully, “Yep, I heard” craning your head back to look at her face, you see she wasn’t mad, just wearing a smile sweetly.

There’s times where you think your mom needs help, with dad rarely being around because of work, you never find her complaining. She is strong, practically caring for three children, because Wooyoung is welcomed whenever he wants. It’s a problem, but it’s become a habit or probably more a lifestyle.

Taking out the carton of eggs, some bacon and fruit you start on breakfast. You thought just something simple would do.. there’s no need to go all out. Your mom kept trying to help you out, but everytime you insisted she’d relax instead.

After finally cutting and washing the various fruits and filling the plates of food, you give your mom her meal first. Setting it in front of her reading state, you kiss her cheek “here you are! I’ll go get the boys” you say and turn to set your way up the staircase.

Skipping two steps at a time, you reach the top and strut to your brothers room. Hearing the muffled conversation, knowing you shouldn't invade either of their privacy, curiosity took its turn in you. No more screams or fits of laughter spilled out through the crack, only the low inaudible stammers.

Softly placing your hand on the door frame, leaning your head in for better comprehension, the conversation clears up and becomes coherent. Not even needing to be in the room, you know there's tension going on. “But that's a whole different story Woo, I didn't feel that way with Seonghwa..it was just d-different.” you had no idea what was going down, why was Yeosang talking about Seonghwa? “sure, I get that. But i just don't understand why you are always so weird about me wanting to acknowledge your sister..you get such a temper when she's around.” then there was a long pause, hearing someone shuffling about, sounding like they're on the bed, the interesting conversation continued but a little quieter. “Wait..Wait!” hearing giggles come around, the grip on the door frame tightens, your whole body on edge for more information. Both of them erupting in a small fit of laughter, “so it was Seonghwa!! That’s why!!” you hear Yesang trying to rebuttal but unable through his annoyed groaning and small chuckles.

So this was all about something Seonghwa did? Or is it something you missed, having really no clue what this is about, you straighten your body away from your brother's private talk. You hear the muffled sounds of them again as you head to the stairs. Your mind thinks of a billion ways to connect something. Leaving them be, you turn to give a shout for breakfast once you reach the steps again. And with what little you knew, you never got the chance to figure out their meaning in that exclusive talk.

———

The morning quickly turned to evening, the day spent uselessly. Yeosang and Wooyoung ended up going out after you fed them, something to do with their “weekend plans”, whatever that meant. So you wasted time cleaning and being of help to your mom. When the boys came back, you all had dinner together and then Wooyoung went home. You weren’t even sure what this certain tension going on was about, and how Halloween hadn’t even been brought up at all. It was almost awkward, and uncomfortable to try and possibly bring up.

After you washed the dishes and wiped the counters clean, you made your way to your room for the night. Passing Yeosang’s closed room, you hear his video game playing making your body involuntarily knock on his door.

“Come in!” he shouts over the sounds. Entering in with his invitation, once Yeosang sees it’s you he pauses and softly smiles up to you. There he was, that was your brother. The sweet brother whom you love dearly, and whom loves you— even when it’s hard to tell. The brother who has always been there for you, your other half. Well that was the true him, at least how it used to be before.

“Hey yeo yeo— can I sit with you?” you feel yourself cheering back to his sweet expression. Earning a pat next to himself on the bed, you skitter forward and crawl to him. “You okay?” he gently says, throwing his controller to the side.

Nodding your head, you reach for his hand. Taking it in yours, you give him a reassuring squeeze and giggle. “Yeah, yeah~ I just want you to know that I’m sorry.” you say lowering your voice to almost a whisper. Actually really not sure what you were saying sorry for exactly, but in all this mishap you find yourself being the one the blame. Lacing his fingers with yours, Yeosang perks his head to the side and lightly sighs. “Y/n, please don’t..” he starts with a comforting tone, taking his other hand to tap your knee. “No apologizing, it’s over and it was stupid” he scoffs. “Okay and also— you didn’t miss much” he picks up his controller again after giving your hand one last grip “it was so predictable and not even scary-“

Finding his amusement enlightening, you give a laugh and slide your legs off the side of the bed. “Well, fine. But I love you Yeosang..” you say getting up, and turning to look at him lightly.

“And I love you dork, but let’s not get too sappy now okay?” he chuckles. “I gotta beat this game real quick so you can join in~”

And that’s what the both of you did that night, played video games, proving each other wrong, having little arguments, the tiniest bit of pushing and pinching but overall bonding again. The night couldn’t go on forever sadly though, it had to end at some point. Sharing laughs and love, everything seemed perfect.. that this would be your brother always.

But did he really mean it?

———

<< present day

That weekend had always left you wondering what you did wrong. The day after your evening games with Yeosang, he didn’t end up going out for Halloween. Wooyoung didn’t show up, it was interesting to say the least.. but there wasn’t really anything you could do.

After the bell rang, students flooded the hallways, the chatter rang through the building and you packed your things by your locker. School went by surprisingly quick, and throughout it all Wooyoung had pressured you further to go to the bonfire this weekend. His reasonings didn't really make you want to go, you didn't really feel the need to. It would be a night full of your annoying classmates, the screeches and shouts of people doing something unabiding of their safety, and the only friend you would be with was Wooyoung.

Closing your locker you feel your phone start buzzing in your pocket.

Before getting it out to answer you see Wooyoung at the end of the hallway leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets. Maybe he was waiting for you? He had said that he was going to stay after school for a test he missed. Because he didn’t show up at all last week, and came back like it was nothing, saying he got sick.

As you continue to walk to the lobby you answer the call not paying attention to the ID, “hello?”

“Y/n, hurry up I’m waiting..” the male voice sounded so familiar, you sped up quickly waving bye to Woo as he pushed off the wall seeming like he wanted to talk. “Wait.. who is this?” turning the corner you see Seonghwa standing there, wearing a smile

“it’s me..”

part 2

[hongism]

the little things - p.seonghwa

↣ pairing: seonghwa x reader; mentioned poly ot8 x reader ↣ genre: sfw, fluff, fantasy au, witch ateez au ↣ wc: 2.0k ↣ summary: seonghwa drops by your cottage for an unexpected visit and you talk about the little things

The water is still warm by the time you slip into the bath despite all the time you wasted earlier by cleaning up the bathroom. You sink into the water, a content sigh slipping past your lips, and settle back against the wall of ceramic. It’s cool on your skin, not quite warmed up from the water any longer, but it isn’t too unbearable. The further you sink, the higher the water level rises, and it nearly tips over the edge of the tub as you fidget to get comfortable in the water. You’re in the midst of draining a bit of excess water when you hear the door click, handle twists as someone steps in without warning.

And you usually would be quite terrified of such a thing, but Seonghwa warned you beforehand that he would be coming, and you could sense the heat of his aura the moment he stepped through the back door. It hits you with more strength now, a tell-tale sign that he’s entered the cottage and come into the bathroom, thus you don’t even feel the need to open your eyes to greet him.

“Need supplies?” You inquire through a small hum, arms coming to rest on the edge of the tub.

“Not today.” The witch’s tone is as cool and calm as ever, a bit of raspiness on the tail end of his words, and you feel the corners of your lips twisting up before you know it. You reach down to drain a bit more water, already expecting what’s coming next. Seonghwa doesn’t surprise you one bit when you hear the clink of his belt then the shuffling of clothes as they join yours on the floor. It doesn’t stop you from flinching from the sheer coldness of his fingers as he runs a few digits across your bare back. Goosebumps dance up in the wake of his touch, then a small splash resounds behind you as Seonghwa slips into the water. You glance over your shoulder to greet the man with a smile, his neatly parted blond hair fanned across his forehead. It’s a bit damp, probably due to the rainy weather outside your hut, and you can’t keep from reaching forward to fix his part and situate it back to its old position when it falls.

“Just a visit then, I take it,” you exhale as Seonghwa’s legs come to rest on either side of your hips. He doesn’t offer a verbal response, but his hands do the talking for him, reaching forward to wrap around your midsection and pull you back to his now wet chest. You let him shift your body until he’s in a comfortable position before inching your legs up and bending your knees so you can settle against him. “Any special reason for said visit?”

“I was passing through the area. Seemed criminal not to stop for at least a few minutes.”

You huff out a laugh, watching the water ripple under your breaths, then click your tongue to the roof of your mouth.

“You wouldn’t have gotten in the bath for just a few minutes of my time, Seonghwa.”

The blond regards you with nothing more than a longing stare for a few seconds. When he speaks again, his tone has fallen quiet, almost as though he’s embarrassed or shy to say the words.

“I missed your presence.”

“Hm, the coven didn’t mind your hasty disappearance then?” The angle of your neck is practically painful as you twist to look him in the eye, but Seonghwa drops his shoulder to let you rest easier on it and watch him at the same time.

“They miss you as well actually. I’m surprised I came before Wooyoung found you.” Seonghwa’s tongue peeks out to dart over his lips. There’s a steady thrum of energy between the two of you, a pleasant and warm sensation that sends you further into a content state of relaxation. There’s no need to speak honestly because you’re comfortable enough with this silence, but you’d say anything just to hear Seonghwa’s gentle tone time and time again.

“He visited earlier today,” you say through a grin. Seonghwa can’t see it thanks to the water shrouding your lower half, but Wooyoung gifted you with quite the myriads of marks all along the insides of your thighs – something to remember him by until his next visit as he stated, although you both knew that that wasn’t the thing you would be remembering from your time together.

“Hm, that explains the stench of his aura when he came home.” Seonghwa shakes his head as he thinks of the younger witch’s antics. “Went straight to Yunho’s room too.”

“He’s insatiable, you know that.”

“All too well.”

There’s nothing to say in response, so you don’t force the conversation to continue; instead, you let the silence wrap around the two of you, head falling back to rest near the crook of Seonghwa’s neck. You hardly realize it at first because of how gradual it is, but as more time passes, you feel the water warming up with each passing second. Seonghwa’s fingers twitch against your abdomen, tracing small patterns into the skin there, runes you recognize to be a spell – no doubt a fire one at that.

“You could’ve just said you were cold,” you mutter. You have to bite back a smile as you speak, but it’s to no avail because Seonghwa’s hawk-like stare is on you and examining every twitch of your features.

“You were shivering,” he states, tone so monotonous that you roll your eyes.

“The house gets cold at this time of year.”

“You’re always welcome to stay with us,” Seonghwa says. There’s a hint of pleading to his tone; it’s a question he has asked a hundred times, along with the other dearly beloved members of the coven, and yet you haven’t once taken them up on the offer.

“Yes, I’m aware. Joong sent the raven again this morning shortly before Wooyoung arrived.”

“You know he means well. As does San, otherwise he wouldn’t bother shifting to come deliver the message to you.”

San’s always been a special sort of witch, one who operates in unorthodox manners, such as his tendency to shift into a raven familiar himself rather than employing one. Finding feathers in odd places was a bit disconcerting at first, but Yeosang’s cat ears popping out when he gets too excited were a far greater surprise the first time you witnessed it. The hybrid makes up for the surprises in other areas though, especially the times when he comes to curl up on your lap while you’re working at your desk and slaving over potions late into the night, so you could never stay mad at him for long.

“I lost you there for a second,” Seonghwa chuckles, and you shake your head to free yourself of the thoughts.

“I was thinking.”

“Coin for your thoughts?”

“I’ll give them to you for a kiss,” you tease, snuggling up further into Seonghwa’s embrace. It’s quick and light – if you hadn’t been paying attention, you would’ve missed the touch entirely – but Seonghwa presses a kiss to your hairline, lips twisted into a smile. “Not that kind of kiss.”

“I might lose all inhibitions if I opted for a different kind.”

“The reason why I won’t come to stay with you all is because I can’t leave the shop unattended,” you explain, moving back to answer Seonghwa’s unspoken question from earlier.

“You could move the shop to our house. Work from the first floor. More space as well.”

“I would feel like too much of a burden to do that.”

“You could never be a burden in our eyes, Y/N,” Seonghwa whispers, tone so full of affection and adoration that it sounds as though he has something lodged in his throat. You twist in his grasp, and his fingers shift to latch onto your waist. He doesn’t say a word as you straddle his hips and rest gently against him with no intentions other than to look him in the eye with more ease. The next few seconds that pass consist of just your stares, ones that linger and search each other for answers and questions that don’t need to be spoken, and he brings you closer to his chest with the same warm hands. “Ma petite étoile.”

“Okay, Mr. Romantic, that’s enough out of you,” you huff, slapping a hand to Seonghwa’s bare chest. “I’ll think about it.” Seonghwa seems satisfied enough with the answer because he doesn’t offer any words in response, merely pulling you closer until your chin rests on his shoulder. The sudden exposure to the air outside the water causes chills to run down your spine, and before you know it, you’re shivering again from the cold. Seonghwa lets his hands roam over your bare skin though, tracing the same patterns and runes as before and letting warmth spread across the canvas of your back. The action is soothing enough to put you to sleep despite all your attempts to stay awake on top of him. Seonghwa catches you right before you doze off though, a soft tone bringing you back to full consciousness after some time has passed.

“Mingi said he would come by tomorrow to help you move the shipments.”

“What about Jongho?” Your question is a bit slurred from your drowsiness, and Seonghwa laughs a bit at the sound of it, but he must understand your words just fine because he responds nonetheless.

“He and Hongjoong left this morning for a job in the countryside. It’ll be three or four days before they return.”

“How will you last four days without Hongjoong to keep you preoccupied?” You joke, and Seonghwa laughs at your question. The sound reverberates through your chest, adding to the warmth and comfort of his body against yours.

“If Wooyoung didn’t wear you out too much, I’m sure we could come up with some ways to satisfy my needs.”

“You’re such a scoundrel, Seonghwa.” You pull away from Seonghwa’s neck before an idea takes over you, and you immediately drop back to his skin without waiting to hear a response from him. His words cut off into a startled gasp as you nip at the junction of his neck and shoulder, sucking softly at the flesh between your teeth until you’re satisfied with the bruise that blossoms there. Seonghwa hisses a loud and sharp sound when you tug away, and his hands tighten around your body to keep you from leaning too far away from him. “And you look even better with marks on you.”

“Yes, well, if you sit any longer in the bath, you’ll shrivel up entirely.”

“Speak for yourself, old man!” A scoff escapes you, and Seonghwa’s eyes flash with something akin to playfulness. His grip turns light then he reaches to stab at your sides, catching you off-guard and tickling you before you can fight back. “Not in the bath!” You squeak through a fit of laughter.

“Then get out of the bath so I can properly tickle you.”

“What happened to other forms of entertainment?”

“Seeing you squirm under my touch is quite entertaining for me.” Seonghwa beams up at you, lips stretched wide to reveal the straight set of teeth behind them, and you melt at the sight of his adorable grin.

“Hmph, fine, but you’ll have to carry me out of here yourself. I’m comfortable like this,” you mumble as you dive back in to rest atop Seonghwa’s chest again.

“Two more minutes.”

“You’ll have to drag me out by my ankles.” You squeeze your arms hard around Seonghwa, a desperate attempt to keep him from moving even though he said two more minutes, and he shakes his head at your antics.

“You’re worse than Wooyoung and Yunho.”

“Make it five and I’ll go willingly.”

“…Five more minutes or I’ll freeze the water under your ass.”

...

a/n: we’re going for it anywayz even tho it’s not nsfw bc i love the idea i just don’t think i Executed it v well bc im not good at solely sfw fics or fluffy things but yeah T-T let me know if you like this? and the au? i’d be open to making this a drabble request series if enough people would be interested?

[holybibly]

Hello! this is my first time ever putting in a request and if it doesn't inspire you feel free to ignore. I love the idea of Wooyoung just marking someone up like crazy. Neck, chest, boobs, hips, inner thighs. Everywhere! Even better if they have something important the next day so the reader tells him not to and attempts to push him away but he continues like a little leech. Thank you!

Hi Bunny, It's an honour to fulfilling your first request. I like the idea and think Wooyoung really is a bit leech. But who wouldn't want those plump, sensual lips worshipping your skin? I mean, who wouldn't?

The unholy hours are back on the air again, my dear little bunnies.

Wooyoung had a feeling that he shouldn't be so upset about your conversations with the other members. Hell, they were like family to him, and there was nothing wrong with talking to any of them. You can have friends; yes, you absolutely could have had friends, but Mingi was too close to you, Seonghwa smiled too sweetly at you, and... and why the hell were there hearts in Yeosang's puppy eyes when he looked at you? Of course, San was the third person in your relationship, and Hongjoong wrote a song for you for no reason. He wrote a whole damn song!

He hated it so much. Every time he saw that one of them was getting too close to you for his liking, he would be on fire with uncontrollable jealousy. You were HIS girlfriend, not Atееz' girlfriend. His own.

But Wooyoung knew that he had to be in control of himself, that you would always be back with him in the end. But damned, that stupid song never let him rest. Damn that incredible talent of Hongjoong's. He always wanted you for himself; he wanted to be the only one to touch you, to hug you, to smile at you, to look at you with heartfelt eyes, and to be the only one to write a song for you. Unfortunately, Wooyoung couldn't stop you from communicating with any of the members, but he could make it clear to them who you belonged to. He suggested that it wouldn't hurt to remind you of that.

You were happily in the kitchen, humming and preparing dinner, when Wooyoung came home from dance practice. This time, there were no arguments about who would do the cooking. Once again, Wooyoung couldn't help but admire you and feel that he was falling in love with you even more than he already was. You were perfect—perfect for him in every way—and he loved you like crazy.

He could never get enough of the way that your beautiful face would light up when you looked at him, and he wanted to keep that light all to himself.

"Welcome home, baby! Dinner's almost ready, and... Wooyoung, what are you? What are you doing?"

Wooyoung immediately pulled you close to him and started planting light kisses on your neck until you giggled and pulled away from the ticklish sensation. He chased after you as you tried to pull away, but his strong arms pulled you back into his arms effortlessly. His lips were on your neck immediately, kissing you harder than before.

"God, Woo, what has got into you?" You laughed lightly, half-heartedly pushing him away so you could get back to cooking. "Can you at least wait until we have finished eating? I'm not the one who's on the run."

He thought for a moment before pulling you tighter with a loud whimper.

"No. This is absolutely impossible; I missed you so much, your undivided attention." The touch of his teeth on your soft skin made you cry out, "You've been paying too much attention to the other members lately, baby. Can you just be mine?" You could feel the pout on his lips as they glided greedily down the nape of your neck, leaving a trail of aggressive hickeys in their wake.

"Aren't you jealous, baby?" You asked, running your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly at the long strands, giving in, and letting Wooyoung's hot lips leave more marks on you.

Wooyoung pinned you against the counter with his whole body, still desperately biting and kissing your neck. You're sure you'll look like a patchwork of his hickeys and kisses tomorrow. One of his hands is reaching up to turn the cooker off. To hell with dinner, it would make a great breakfast if he decided to let you out of the bedroom in the next couple of days.

"I hate it when they act like you're their girlfriend too; you belong to me and me alone, my love. The way they touch you and the way they look at you are a pain in my neck."

"Wooyoung, we have talked about this before, oh…"

His hand quickly reached under your skirt and cupped your pussy in a rough way. Wooyoung moaned into your skin as he felt the wetness seep through your panties and onto the palm of his hand. Such a sensitive, tender baby; you were already so wet with him. How could he take the risk that someone else might have a go at you?

"I know, I know, sweetheart, but I can't help myself. It's annoying how they behave with you." Wooyoung's lips slid lower, and now he left passionate kisses on the top of your chest, scraping the skin with his teeth and leaving countless hickeys in his wake. "But I'll show them you're mine." The only warning before he bit down hard on your collarbone was his hot breath on your skin.

"Wooyoung, God!" You gasped, the pain of the bite mixing with the pleasure of his fingers as they rubbed your clit through your panties, the thin lace adding an extra layer of stimulation. If there was one thing you were sure of now, it was that Wooyoung wasn't going to stop until you were covered in hickeys and his bites. Sometimes it was a bit too much for you, but it was better than a series of endless tantrums and childish sulks.

Your hands gripped Wooyoung's hoodie, and your eyes closed in pleasure as the touch of his fingers became more demanding and insistent. You moaned, throwing your head back to allow Wooyoung to access your neck and chest even more for his aggressive, possessive kisses. God, there were times when you thought you were on a date with a leech rather than a man.

You were so wet that you were dripping profusely. Wooyoung's hand was covered in a sticky, clear liquid, and the lace pants had become uncomfortably sticky, now more irritating than stimulating.

"I... I don't think that's true, ah-ah, s-seriously, Wooyoung. All the boys are very, uh, polite and nice to me..."

"Exactly, baby. They're all so sweet to you; they always cling to you; Hongjoong even wrote a song for you." Wooyoung's voice was full of hoarse irritation as his lips left your breasts for a second, where there was now a large purple hickey. "And all the other guys around you—you don't see them looking at you, undressing you with their eyes, thinking about how to fuck you. Every one of them wants to stick his dick in you."

You leaned against him, your voice taking on a tone he could only describe as sultry, and pressed your face against his shoulder with a little laugh.

"God, are you ever going to forget that stupid song? That was two years ago, Woo, and by the way, have you really forgotten how you undressed me with your eyes the first time we met, hmm? You almost fucked me right there in the restaurant; do you remember that?"

"That was something different; it was love at first sight, you know? Anyway, I am going to be the one to fuck you senseless, leave my marks on every inch of you, and then I am going to send you back to the members. Everyone will know that you belong to me."

"Is that a threat? Or a promise, Woo?"

"I can promise you that you can't go tomorrow."

You glanced sideways at the half-cooked meal cooling in the pan.

"That's right, isn't it?"

He pulled his wet fingers out from under your skirt, only to immediately put them in his mouth and lick the moisture that was covering them. Wooyoung gave you one of his famous glances from under his lashes before he gave you a wicked smile. The corners of his plump, swollen lips were in a devilish curl.

"Oh, darling, it's a bit of both."

"You are too full of yourself." You giggled and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips before Woo scooped you up in his arms and carried you off to the bedroom. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held on tight. Your legs are wrapped around his slender waist to keep you from slipping.

"So many promises. You'd better keep them all."

Wooyoung pressed his lips to your ear, the hot breath burning the delicate skin before the tip of his tongue flicked across it.

"You know it's going to happen, baby. I'm going to give your greedy cunt as much cum as it wants. I will bite you until there is blood, until every inch of your skin is the mark of my teeth. I'll screw you so good you'll forget your name, baby.

A few moments later, when you reached your bedroom, Wooyoung let you fall onto the soft mattress, crawled onto the bed after you, and immediately pressed his lips to the bare skin of your thighs.

"Oh? You sound so confident, Wooyoung." You cooed as your hands began to undo the buttons on your top with a wide, cheeky grin. "Terribly confident that your cock will be more than enough to satisfy me."

Wooyoung knew exactly what you were up to, and it was a mockery to the point of madness. It was the oldest trick in the book, and it worked on him like a charm. His teeth sank into the inside of your thigh, making you scream. His tongue immediately ran over the reddened, insulted skin.

Wooyoung tore off your skirt and panties with a growl as he ripped the offending garment from the body of his naughty little baby. You let out a squeal at his harsh actions, the sound immediately turning into a loud moan as his mouth descended upon your skin once more. He moved higher and higher up your belly, trying to leave as many angry purple marks as he could, leaving sharp bite marks on your thighs as he went. As he pulled off your top and bra, he pulled away from you for a second to study his work of marking you—the bright purple and pink flowers that littered your body didn't even come close to satisfying his need to demand.

You were already such a mess beneath him that you rubbed your thighs together in the hope of somehow relieving the tension between your legs. Wooyoung, seemingly more aggressive with each new hickey, returned with renewed vigor to his task of sucking out new marks on your chest. Your hands became tangled in his hair, pulling his head closer to you and arching your boobs towards his insatiable mouth. Two of his fingers slid between your wet folds and rubbed against your pink, tight hole before he pushed them inside of you.

"Damn, you're wet." He growled, lifting his head to look at you. "Is your pussy desperate for it? Are you hungry to be stuffed, baby?"

Your pout didn't match the way you rubbed against his fingers.

"You're such a tease, Woo. I know half a dozen other guys who could fuck me good if you weren't up to it. I think San would be the first one in line."

"Baby, you're playing with fire, do you realize?" Wooyoung growled as he forced your legs apart and positioned himself between them.

"Maybe I just want to be on fire; who knows?"

"Hmm, really? Then I'm going to show you how to burn the right way."

[ateezmakemeweep]

you’re the one that i want (part 25)

word count: 5k

fluff

(part 24) (series masterlist)

almost every summer of your life, you spent at the beach.

and while you loved it each and every year, a place that served as a safe space you always so desperately needed, a part of you also knew it wasn’t a choice.

you came here because your parents sent you, because they didn’t want you with them and you didn’t have anywhere else to go. 

you’d spent those years feeling completely unwanted and terrified of everyone and everything; thinking at any given moment, someone was gonna hurt you. that no one cared about your thoughts or feelings or even your existence.

and you’d grown used to that mentality for so long. you were sad and hurt and just living day to day with that knowledge because what else could you do?

but now, you don’t even get the chance to think like that. because you have so many people around you as a reminder that you’re not alone anymore. 

you have your aunt who, from day one, you always knew was there for you. 

you have yunho and san who served as the people who were patient and caring from the second they met you, made you feel at ease when you were so obviously uncomfortable in a new environment. 

you have hongjoong and jongho who always make you smile and laugh despite whatever mood you’re in. 

you have wooyoung, mingi and yeosang who, while you might’ve gotten off to a bumpy start, have proved time and time again how much they care about you. how they’ll ruin anyone who tries to mess with you now and have seen the error in their ways. 

you have seonghwa who, despite everything he’s done, has always loved you. made you the happiest a person could be but also maybe the lowest; though even with that, you were able to get past it. 

he showed you how to love but also how to be loved, a concept you truly never experienced until him. how much power that feeling has over a person and once you see that it’s something completely pure and real, it could help heal a person.

but that’s not to say it completely healed you because you know that’s just not how it works. you still have your doubts and anxieties and some long-lasting trauma that you’ll have to work through. but he makes it easier, everyone makes it a little easier because you know they’re there to listen. 

you know seonghwa could take one look at you and just know you’re having a bad day, place a kiss on your forehead and comfort you in the form of your head on his chest and his hand rubbing your back. 

but for the most part, these long summer days have been amazing. even seonghwa thinks so, despite the way his friends have been staying at his house, stealing his food and giving him a headache more often than not.

“can someone please go on the ferris wheel with me!”

the loud bustling of the summer carnival truly rivaled the youngest boy’s whines, sick and tired of them all standing around and attempting to win a giant teddy bear for the past thirty minutes.

“jongho, if you ask one more time i’m gonna-”

“can someone PLEASE go on the ferris wheel with me!”

you let out a small sigh as you look at the boy, his eyes focusing right on you when he sees he finally has your attention. 

“please, y/n, we’ve just been standing here. they’re never gonna win.”

“yes we will!” mingi, wooyoung and hongjoong blurt out, causing you to snort and jongho to shake his head; it takes just one more look from him, one of pure and utter devastation, for you to give him a small smile and nod. 

an excited yelp leaves his mouth and he grabs your hand, fully prepared to pull you away and lead you to every ride possible. but then you stop in his hold and his head snaps back to see seonghwa’s arm wrapped around your waist, his mouth in your ear asking where you think you’re going. 

“she’s coming with me!” jongho says, “we wanna go on rides, not wait around for a stupid teddy bear.”

“it’s not stupid, you’re stupid,” hongjoong snaps, eyes narrowed as he aims a dart at a purple balloon. 

“seonghwa, please,” jongho whines, tightening his hold on your hand and attempting to tug you away from him. but the dirty blonde only narrows his eyes at his friend, eyes moving to see you looking at him in amusement. 

“come with us,” you say sweetly, despite the way you’re being pulled, almost painfully, in two different directions. 

“you know i get dizzy, baby,” he whines, a giggle leaving your mouth as you cock your head to the side. 

“ah, that’s right, forgot i was dating an old man,” you quip playfully, his eyes narrowing and his hold on you tightening. he tugs you closer and your hand gets pulled out of jongho’s, the boy behind you letting out a groan as he flails in a circle.

“y/n! apologize to him, god damn it, and let’s go! seonghwa, she didn’t mean it.”

“oh, i think i did though,” you tease, the smile pulling at seonghwa’s lips making you bite down on your lip. 

“you’re pushing it, you know that don’t you?” 

but you only roll your eyes as you turn in his hold, lifting on your toes to peck his lips sweetly. he meets the kiss and keeps it as chaste as possible, smiling against your lips before you pull back and look at him with one of your own. 

“we’re gonna go now,” you say, “are you sureee you don’t wanna come old man?”

his eyes narrow at you, about to pull you into him again when jongho, now teamed up with san, pull at your hands and charge away.

“we’re going on rides! fuck you lover boy!”

seonghwa shakes his head as he hears your parting giggle, smacking wooyoung in the back of the head when he misses the balloon for the 40th time.

“you are terrible.”

“you are terrible!” you squeal to jongho, watching as he shakes the cart of the ferris wheel and sends san screaming.

the blonde had been hesitant to go on this ride in the first place, a fear of heights that has made him have mental breakdowns at amusement parks before.

but you promised that he’d be okay, and it took a little bit of begging on the line to really convince him, just for jongho to mess it all up within the first ten seconds of being secured in.

“i’m gonna scream for wooyoung to beat you up if you don’t stop,” the blonde whines, his hand clutching onto the edge of the ride desperately.

“i’m not scared of that short little man, i could easily take him.”

“i don’t know, it’s usually the small ones that are crazy,” you reason, overlooking the calm evening sky despite the vigorous shaking beneath you.

“stop!” san yelps.“please, you little shit!” and now you can really hear the anxiety and fear cracking in the blonde’s voice.

“no more!” you scold, pinching jongho’s arm and watching his face pull into a pout. “stop! or we’re not going on anything else.”

and even though your threat was empty, because you wanted to go on more, it did the trick. you three bounced around to every and any ride you could get on, even the ones that weren’t san approved; he just shut his eyes tightly and screamed directly into your ear.

but you and the youngest had your heads thrown back in laughter, your hair zipping through the wind with your arms up in a sight seonghwa watched with a smile.

he was leant against the side of a booth, blueberry slushy in hand drowning out the sound of the boys arguing over who gets custody of the giant teddy bear.

“i was the one who popped it!”

“but we all paid for it!”

“you only popped it because we loosened it.”

“you can’t loosen a balloon dickface.”

your happy squeal rips him away from the nonsense bickering, your eyes finding his as you immediately run to him. 

“you should’ve came, it was so much fun!”

“yeah?” he says, offering you a sip from his slushie. you take the straw between your lips with a smile, sucking down the sugary blueberry before pulling back.

“that’s good.”

he smiles when he sees a blue speck on your lip, wiping it off with a delicate swipe of his thumb and soft look in his eyes. he knows you have your good days and bad days, the former more often than not during these past few weeks, but he can’t help but love the good days.

when he gets to see the smile he was robbed of for the first few weeks of knowing you and then again the first few months after reuniting. but now it’s like he makes it a personal mission everyday to see it; not even for his own enjoyment but to know you’re genuinely having a good, happy day. 

“your hair’s a mess,” he chuckles out, voice deep and amused as he runs his fingers through your knotty hair. but you only narrow your eyes at him and take the slushie from his hand, pecking his cheek quickly before running over to see the $100 carnival prize you eventually get custody of.

you remember how uncomfortable you felt at the first bonfire you went to, when yunho’s bright smile or hongjoong’s charisma or jongho’s funny antics did little to calm you. 

you remember being scared of seonghwa, the way he watched you with emotionless eyes and nearly threw a water bottle in your hand with demands for you to take it. you had usually felt out of place but it really stuck out that night to you, watching everyone talk and laugh and bond around a crackling fire. 

you never would’ve thought that, just a year later, you’d be around one of your own. laughing and giggling and kissing your boyfriend around a fire with people you felt comfortable and safe with. with people you went to, what felt like, hell and back with but came out okay. 

more than okay, really. 

because you watch wooyoung and san shove each other lovingly, two people who also overcame struggles in a strained relationship. you watch all of the boys with the blonde, once tumultuous and non-existent friendships that were able to blossom again. 

you watch from mingi’s shoulder seonghwa and yunho play cornhole, giggling when you see that after a year, yunho’s skills with the game still haven’t quite improved - and that’s obvious in the way the four boys charge down to the ocean.

“okay, honestly, he might’ve gone worse,” you mumble to mingi, the boy scoffing lightly and pushing you off his shoulder playfully.

“leave him alone,” he whines, a soft smile on your face that causes him to roll his eyes in embarrassment. you giggle and knock your arm into him, looking around the dark beach with a sense of tranquility. 

you always loved the beach at this time, that solitary part of you itching to feel the cold sand between your toes and hear the gentle lull of the waves with no one’s presence but your own.

but you wait until the boys are occupied, until mingi eventually sneaks over to yunho and defends him against everyone’s harsh insults; you also saw san and wooyoung go down to the ocean a few minutes ago, the blonde not having learned in his lesson from back in febuary.  

so it’s then that you quietly sneak away, catching your boyfriend’s eye and he already knows where you’re headed off to.

you make your way to the cliff you became well acquainted with during these types of events, watching your feet in the sand before you climb your way up and shimmy toward the end. 

you watch the waves crash under the bright moonlight as your pelt with memories, good and bad. how this beach marks almost every journey you and seonghwa went on together from first meeting, 

“you don’t talk a lot.”

his eyebrow raises at your comment, turning to look at you and the close eye-contact causes you to sharply inhale; he smells good, like the beach and cologne.

“neither do you,” he counters, “i don’t even know your name.”

your eyebrows furrow together, turning your neck to the side as you realize you haven’t told any of them your name yet. “i thought it was seonghwa,” he finds himself saying with a smirk, your confused gaze prompting him to speak again.

“you looked back when yunho said it yesterday.”

“oh,” you giggle awkwardly, remembering turning around in your flustered state and seeing him looking at you from your front yard. “no. my name isn’t seonghwa,” you tell him before telling him your real one.

he hums at the information, eyes roaming your face before his eyebrow quirks up again.

“so, why’d you come tonight, y/n?”

to your first kiss,

“...so i’ve never done this before.”

he hears the way nerves and embarrassment seep into your voice, looking at him wide-eyed with pink cheeks and now he’s really never wanted to kiss someone more in his life.

it’s why he takes your face in his hands, his palms cupping your cheeks and causing a breathy exhale to leave your mouth. “good,” he says, his thumbs stroking your face as he leans down and presses a feather light kiss to your lips.

it feels almost like nothing but still shocks you, not even having the time to close your eyes before you’re looking at him again; because that was one thing you knew, you knew you weren’t supposed to kiss someone with your eyes open.

“g-good?” you squeak after a few seconds, not even sound enough to feel embarrassed by the shake and waver in your voice.

“good,” he confirms and if the look on his face and smirk on his lips didn’t make you weak enough, his next words absolutely do.

“i wanna be your first.”

to your first confessions and vulnerable moments,

“i…don’t really know why you like me,” you say with a hiccup, “you could probably be with any girl ever who’s a lot prettier and more…experienced and-”

“don’t,” seonghwa growls lowly, his thumb running over your face sweetly. “no one’s prettier than you.”

your eyes widen and you want a laugh to bubble out of you but for some reason you can’t. you can only pout and look at him with your glossy eyes, your stupid little self feeling sad and insecure all of the sudden.

“that’s a lie,” you tell him softly as you shake your head. “no one thinks that. no one ever really likes me, actually.” you wanna say that not even your own parents or classmates like you, that no one has ever looked your way and actively cared about you felt.

“i do,” seonghwa hums, his heart hurting because he hates that you feel this way. “i liked you the second i saw you.” you look up at him and feel your eyes water, the softness and sincerity in his words causing a lump to form in your throat.

to even the heavier stuff, when you really weren’t sure if you two were gonna make it this far. 

“i don’t know what i want,” you admit quietly, confused because there’s the matter of trust at hand making this process incredibly daunting. but you also can’t escape the one fact you knew was true this whole time, no matter how much you didn’t want it to be because you were so sad and hurt.

“but i know that i’m still yours.”

he doesn’t think he’s ever felt the feeling that rips through his chest when you say that, an overwhelming, all consuming feeling that would’ve knocked him on his ass if he didn’t have some sort of hold on you.

he has to stop himself from completely breaking down in front of you, shaking his head and holding back a cry as he pulls you into his chest.

“you really shouldn’t be fucking saying that to me,” he mumbles against your head, his voice tight and throat constricting as he tries to keep his shit together. “i don’t deserve to hear that.”

you pull away and meet his gaze, his eyes wide and teary and full of such love you can see clear as day. you reach up with a small, sad smile and brush your hand through his hair, longer pieces of dirty blonde on the top such a contrast to the short, shaven ones he had during the summer.

“maybe not,” you say quietly, head cocking to the side as your wide eyes meet his. “but it’s how i feel.”

but you think that’s maybe why you’ve grown to love this beach town just a little bit more. 

because it not only shows the story of you and him but also of you as a person. someone who came here sad and lonely and a shell of a girl but was able to blossom into someone who, for the most part, was genuinely happy and content with life.

and you never thought you’d be able to say you were happy with your life. that you felt like you belonged anywhere or with anyone because you were just always in the way. 

but you see now that that’s not the case. you see that you were never the issue but your environment was. an environment your mind still drifts back to and makes your heart sink, wondering what went so wrong in your parents lives for them to act the way they do.

to never, not once, contact you or your aunt ever again to see if you were okay or adjusting well; but you try not to dwell on that. you try not to think about and dwell on things like that anymore. 

because you’re in a better place and have more than enough people who care about you and-

“you have a death wish?”

your head snaps back to see seonghwa standing a few feet behind you, his tall frame looming above you as he cocks his head to the side teasingly. you can only smirk at him with pink on your cheeks, your arm reaching out for him to come over and sit next to you. 

but he plops down behind you until you’re right between his legs, your back pressed against his chest and his lips mumbling into your exposed shoulder. 

“you okay, baby? i saw you sneak away.”

“yeah,” you hum lowly, taking his hand in yours so you can play with his fingers absentmindedly. “i just like it up here.”

he smiles against your head, pressing a kiss to your hair lightly as he watches you intertwine your fingers together. it’s something so small but it makes him bite back a smile, remembering when you were too scared or shy to initiate things.

but he’s watched you become more confident, not only with him but in general. the way you can hold eye contact now and your voice doesn’t always have a tremor. how you’ll kiss him sweetly before running off, like the action was so natural and immediate you didn’t think anything of it. 

he can only describe everything as easy; nothing is ever forced or feels fake. if you guys have problems now, you talk it out right away. you don’t throw his past mistakes in his face and he doesn’t ever push you to talk about something until you’re ready.

it’s at those moments you guys find yourselves here a lot, enjoying the usual quietness and tranquility of the dark beach. tonight, however, that’s not the case because even from this spot, you hear the distant screams and shouts coming from your crazy group of friends. 

“they’re so loud,” you hum quietly, seonghwa laughing against you as he nods his head and mumbles a string of expletives. 

you giggle softly and crane your neck backwards, looking at him upside down to see him already staring at you. you raise your eyebrows playfully and his deep chuckle sends your heart fluttering, his face meeting yours to place a soft peck on your nose. 

you giggle and pick yourself up, turning around so you can crawl into his lap. his arms wrap around your waist as he holds you to him, tucking a stray piece of your windblown hair behind your ear.  

“so...did you think about what your aunt said the other day?”

you bite down on your lip as you let out a sigh, knowing that you need to come to a decision but your heart hurting at both prospects. 

because when she first mentioned you transferring to the school here, you knew it made the most sense. it was only a seven minute drive and you already would have a small group of friends, hongjoong and yunho in your class and jongho in the year below. 

but then you’d have to sacrifice the school and environment you just got used to. you’d have to sacrifice your time with seonghwa and the other boys, your job at the cafe where you can’t imagine not ever working again. 

because who would work with san? you can’t let the blonde work there alone again, after seeing the after-school crowds and knowing how much he loved having someone to talk to there.

but the hour commute back and forth is rather taxing, depending on the day and traffic sometimes making it longer. and you can’t help but feel bad for seonghwa and your aunt’s gas bill - both of who never allow you to pay them back.

your aunt also thought it’d be a good idea to get a fresh start - away from a town and school full of bad memories and reminders of how life used to be.

“i don’t know,” you say quietly, pulling back from seonghwa’s shoulder to meet his gaze. “i know it makes sense to and i wouldn’t mind it,” you tell him honestly, “but...i’d miss it. i’d miss working with san and seeing the other boys everyday.”

“i know, love, but you’d still see them,” he says sweetly, “they’d probably drive out every fucking weekend for you.”

you giggle softly as you shrug, wrapping your arms around his shoulders before you look at him with the smallest of pouts. “but i wouldn’t go to school with you, either. i’ll reallly miss seeing you every day.”

a low chuckle leaves his mouth before he places a firm kiss right on your lips, the way in which he does it so surely and easily still surprising you after all this time. 

“like i’m not gonna stay here every night and make the drive,” he says lowly, amused that you think he’d actually go a week without seeing you.

“then i might as well keep going,” you whine, his look hardening because he’s truthfully with your aunt on this one - he thinks being away from that town littered with bad memories and trauma, some of which he himself contributed to, would be better for you. 

but it’s your decision after all. it’s gonna be you going through the two years, not anyone else - not him or your aunt or your friends. all of them can only give gentle encouragement and be supportive of what ever decision you make. 

“it won’t matter what you pick, we’ll be okay,” he says when you two stand up, his hand in yours as he runs a hand through your hair. “and if you’re scared about starting a new school, don’t. because you’ll have yunho and jongho and hongjoong and they’d be way too fucking excited to help you and show you around.”

“but what if i meet a mean, bad boy there?” you tease lightly, eyes glinted with amusement and a smirk pulling at your lips. “like right in homeroom or something, i don’t know.”

you watch his tongue poke into his cheek as he narrows his eyes at you, a giggle leaving your mouth as you wrap your arms around his waist. 

“just kidding,” you squeal, his eyes rolling before he pulls him into you. 

“not funny,” he says despite the humor laced in his voice and then his lips on yours. he slips his tongue in and you smile against him, only breaking away when you hear shouts and gags from directly below you. 

“can you stop making out for five fucking seconds and play with us!” 

everyone took the news of your decision to transfer schools...differently.

whereas jongho, hongjoong and yunho tackled you in a group hug and cheered in amusement, wooyoung, yeosang and mingi resembled children who just found out santa isn’t really.

seonghwa and san watched from the side, the two boys you consulted with most and eventually shared your decision with not all surprised by these reactions.

because despite how hard it was, despite how many factors you had to consider and people you couldn’t help but think about, you felt as if this was the right choice.

it was a fresh start and closer and just made more sense. even though you’d miss the familiarity of the other school and working with your best friend every day, you know it’ll be like you’re barely gone.

because seonghwa was correct in saying the boys would come every weekend to see you, the first idea coming from their mouths after their initial heartbreak and whines.

but it didn’t lessen the blow when the last day of summer did eventually come, when you sat around the pool with seonghwa and your friends and uttered dramatic goodbyes. 

“it’s only an hour away,” seonghwa grumbled, watching san and wooyoung cling to you for the past fifteen minutes. 

“you can say that because you’re-” 

“just shut up,” seonghwa says, a sense of urgency and warning in his tone that goes unnoticed to your ears. because the whole time you say your goodbyes and hug the boys, you’re holding back tears.

tears that don’t surface until you’re back in your room with seonghwa, watching from the balcony as yeosang and mingi stick their heads out the window and wave goodbye until the car is completely out of sight.

you turn around and seonghwa’s eyes soften upon seeing your expression, wide teary eyes and lower lip threatening to wobble from holding back cries. 

“baby, it’s okay,” he mumbles against your head, tightening his hold on you when you fully slump against him and let out a few quiet whimpers; because tomorrow, he’s gonna be gone too.

the feeling isn’t as gut wrenching and consuming as it was the last time you two separated like this but you still feel sad and a little scared. you still have to face a new school tomorrow, adjust to all the different teachers and classmates while also getting used to not having your familiar circle of people. 

you’re not gonna see him everyday when you first wake up, fall asleep to him kissing your head or the sound of his heartbeat against your ear.  

“maybe it’ll be good,” seonghwa mumbles against your head, the two of you now laying in your bed under the covers. “maybe you’ll like getting a break from me.”

“no,” you immediately whine against him, a small smile on his face as you push yourself up and straddle his waist. your fingers trail down naked his chest, making figure eights on his abs in a way that makes him groan lowly. 

“why?” you ask, cocking your head to the side with a pout on your face. “will you like the break from me?”

“fuck no,” seonghwa growls out, grabbing your hips roughly so he can put you on your back. “i’ll be surprised if i make two weeks before transferring.”

you didn’t even have time to think about that being a possibility before his mouth is on yours and he’s sucking hickies into your neck. trails his lips down your stomach until he’s slipping off your shorts and you’re moaning into the crease of your elbow. 

moans that turn to muffled cries into one another’s mouths, his cock steadily fucking into you until you both come in unison. your sweaty bodies and labored breathing fill the room, you on your back and seonghwa making his way into the bathroom to get a warm rag.

you hum at the feeling of it between your legs before you’re back in his arms, your head buried in his chest as you fall asleep to the sound of his deep “i love you.”

the same one that wakes you at five a.m., his hand softly running through your hair as your eyes fluttered open. 

“i gotta go, baby,” is all he says. but it immediately makes you frown and bury yourself further into him, mumble words he can’t quite make out besides little whines of “no.”

but you do eventually pry yourself off of him, after he presses soft kisses on every bit of your face until your nose is scrunching and you’re pushing him away from you playfully.

“okay, okay,” you whine, morning grogginess still in your voice and on your face. “please call me when you get home.”

“of course, baby, how ‘bout i come back after school? to see how your first day went?”

“mm it’s okay,” you mumble tiredly, knowing you have an hour and a half left before you have to get up and get ready. “just stay till i fall back asleep, please.”

and that tiny, whiney request almost makes him wanna drop the act entirely. but he sees your heavy eyes already threatening to shut and shakes his head, waiting until your breaths even to peck your cheek and he sneaks out of your room.

you wake later to the sound of yunho’s voice, his head peeking in your room before a sigh leaves his mouth.

“y/n! we have to leave in twenty minutes!”

he watches, and is totally not helpful, as you rush around your room to get ready quickly, his head thrown back in laughter in a way that makes you smack his arm lightly. 

but you all eventually get there with a few minutes to spare, the boys walking you through your schedule and introducing you to a few more people they’re friendly with.

“everyone’s really nice,” hongjoong tells you, hoping to ease your obvious anxiety. “you’re gonna think it’s suspicious but they’re all genuinely pretty good.”

“okay that makes me feel better,” you say with a smile, the five minute warning bell making your eyes widen and stomach knot even more. “oh no.”

“it’s fine,” yunho smiles softly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into him. “i’ll walk you to homeroom, c’mon.”

he guides you through the halls until you’re standing in a doorway, the teacher in the front of the room greeting you with a small smile and saying hi to yunho. 

“this is my friend, y/n. she’s new and a little nervous so please be extra nice to her.”

the teacher rolls her eyes as she waves yunho off, warning him that he’s gonna be late just as the bell rings; she doesn’t even say a word as she walks over and grabs him a late pass, shoving it in his hand before telling him to move his ass. 

“so, y/n, was it?” she asks, looking over the paper in her hand with a curious gaze. “that’s funny, we were supposed to have two new students.”

your eyebrow raises at her statement and you think maybe you could befriend them. they’re probably just as scared as you, if not more because they don’t anyone at all. 

you think that would be nice, having another friend to get to know and help feel as ease and-

“oh, are you the other new student?” you hear the teacher ask, hearing footsteps slowly come up from behind you.

there’s a few beats of silence before chatter erupts from students, quiet mumbles about how he looks familiar and they’ve all definitely seen him before.

“yeah,” you hear the boy say and you immediately whip around at the deep voice you know so well, the handsome face that woke you this morning looking at you with soft eyes full of amusement. 

“i’m seonghwa.”

you can’t even hear the teacher welcome him or tell the other students to settle down, biting back a smile at the the way he so cockily and teasingly mouths ‘hi baby.”

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[domm1etae]

Once Upon a Dream: The Princess and His Knight

yunho x mingi

fluffy oneshot

777 words

Where does the dream end and reality start? Mingi’s the reluctant “princess” waiting in a tower, Yunho’s his less-than-dramatic knight—and the ���dragon”? Just a gecko. But with a kiss that feels too real, maybe this fairytale isn’t just in his head

(nsfw) tags under

m/m, princess mingi, knight yunho, delulu mingi, kissing, fairytale, dreamscape

author's note: i miss my princess minki

Getting to the tower was surprisingly easy, albeit anticlimactic. Yunho had expected enchanted guards or a fire-breathing beast, but his only challenge was a waist-deep moat, more of a glorified puddle, and a couple of fairies squabbling in the treetops. The purple glow of twilight cast the tower in an ominous hue, but Yunho was resolute. Somewhere inside, Mingi, his “princess,” awaited him—though he still wondered how Mingi had gotten himself locked up in such a place.

After crossing the moat and trudging through the damp earth, Yunho made his way up the winding staircase, his armor clinking as each step creaked under his weight. The empty, dim lower levels reeked of mildew and were thick with cobwebs. He could almost laugh at the idea of Mingi trapped in this grimy, foreboding place, probably complaining about the dust or lack of proper seating.

When he reached the top, he found himself facing a plain, slightly worn door. Sword in hand, Yunho was about to strike when he heard a familiar voice call out, “You’re supposed to pull, you know.”

Startled, Yunho paused, then rolled his eyes, lowering his sword. He gave the handle a tentative tug, and the door swung open effortlessly. Inside, Mingi reclined on an overly ornate chair, one leg draped over the armrest, wearing a pastel-colored gown and a lopsided tiara. He looked both annoyed and completely unfazed, a small green gecko by his side lazily flicking its tongue.

“Mingi,” Yunho began, trying to keep a straight face, “why… are you dressed like that?”

Mingi huffed, arms crossed. “It’s a long story, and no thanks to you, I’ve been here forever. Are you going to rescue me or just complain?”

Yunho stifled a laugh, glancing at the tiny gecko perched on a nearby plant. “Let me guess—this is your ‘dragon?’”

“Oh, you bet. His name is Sparky, and he’s been keeping me company,” Mingi replied, completely serious, even giving Sparky a little pat. “But enough about him. I was expecting a grand rescue! Armor clanking, doors breaking down, maybe a true love’s kiss to break the curse. Instead, you’re here, wet, and looking… well, wet.”

Yunho raised an eyebrow. “You’re my princess, huh?” He smirked, leaning against the doorframe. “You don’t exactly look the part.”

Mingi feigned offense, hands on his hips. “Excuse me! This dress is vintage, and I’ll have you know I’ve been trapped in a tower just like a true princess!”

Yunho chuckled. “I suppose you’re waiting for that true love’s kiss you mentioned, then?”

Mingi’s expression softened just a bit, his gaze holding an intensity that made Yunho’s heart pound. “It’s the only way to break the curse,” he murmured, his bravado slipping just enough to reveal a blush.

Taking a step forward, Yunho placed a hand on Mingi’s waist, feeling the soft fabric of the gown under his fingers. “Any last requests, Princess?”

Mingi swallowed, his gaze flicking to Yunho’s lips before whispering, “Just don’t keep me waiting.”

That was all Yunho needed. He leaned in, pressing his lips to Mingi’s in a kiss that was both tender and electric. Mingi’s hand tightened on his shoulder, pulling him closer. In that moment, Yunho forgot the tower, the dress, and even the so-called “dragon” nearby—he only knew Mingi, smiling against his lips, a faint taste of honey lingering.

When they finally pulled back, Mingi laughed softly, pressing his forehead against Yunho’s. “Okay, maybe I like this ‘princess’ thing after all,” he admitted.

Yunho grinned, brushing a stray lock of hair from Mingi’s face. “So, does that mean you’ll let me rescue you again?”

“Perhaps, Prince Yunho,” Mingi murmured with a warm smile.

After a few more stolen kisses, they made their way out of the tower, hand in hand, Sparky in tow. Once outside, Mingi clung to Yunho’s arm as they descended, murmuring jokes and whispering about their “next adventure.” Yunho couldn’t help but feel the thrill of a storybook ending, complete with a happily-ever-after.

But just as they reached Yunho’s horse and prepared to head back to the kingdom, Mingi felt a sudden heaviness wash over him. The warmth of Yunho’s hand, the cool breeze, the thrill in his chest—all of it started to fade. Mingi awoke with a start, blinking at the familiar ceiling of his room. The fantasy tower, the gown, Yunho’s soft, teasing smile—all of it vanished in an instant. Groaning, he let his head fall back against his pillow, a mix of fondness and disappointment swirling in his chest, voice barely a whisper, “What a ridiculously perfect dream…” knowing damn well he wanted it to be more than just a stupid dream. about his bestie.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎! 𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑆/𝑂 𝐽𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑂𝑓 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠 𝐻𝑒 𝑀𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, supporting, justifying or encouraging mafia activities or lifestyle. This is all fictional and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

✦𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

"Y/N come on. This is a really important party I need to attend. I need you to get ready." Hongjoong had already spent 15 minutes trying to convince you to go.

"No. Don't wanna." You replied and turned away from him.

"But I don't want to go alone. I need someone to accompany me. And who else would be a better choice than my favorite girl?" He smiled down at you.

"Why not go with some of the other girls that work for you? I'm sure they'd be better and prettier options for sure..." You huffed and clutched a nearby cushion.

So that's what this is about.

Hongjoong sat next to you and carefully pushed aside some of your hair.

"Baby? Will you please look at me?" He asked you.

You hesitated, but eventually you looked at him.

"You know I only have eyes for you right? Even if you don't believe it, I do. I love you ok? So there's no need for you to doubt me or yourself. I'll only want you."

You teared up momentarily and nodded at his words. Hongjoong kissed you softly.

"Now come on. Make yourself look even more beautiful than you are. I wanna show you off to everyone and make them jealous."

✦𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

You used to always stop by the bar Seonghwa owned to bring him lunch or so you could go home together. But lately, you weren't doing it anymore and it didn't take long for Seonghwa to figure out why.

You didn't like seeing any of the girls working there hit on Seonghwa, and one of them was especially getting on your nerves. Her name was Hana and she actually had the audacity to flirt with him right in front of you, not caring he was taken. Seonghwa decided it was time to put a stop to it.

"Babe? Can you come eat with me at work?" He called you up one time, and although you didn't want to, you went cause he asked.

As soon as you walked in, Seonghwa came up to you and kissed you in front of everyone. Not just a little peck either. He was almost making out with you right there.

Once he pulled back, he smiled at you.

"I really missed you babe." He said as he winked at you.

You were really taken aback by his behavior, but you couldn't complain. And you especially weren't complaining when he threatened Hana with firing her if she didn't keep a professional environment.

"Don't worry about her or anyone else. You're the only one I want."

✦𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho would not stop pestering you even though you were ignoring him. You both had to give each other credit though. You at his persistence to get you to talk or smile and him at you for not snapping at him or getting angry.

"Baby? Why don't we cuddle together? Bet that would cheer you up?" He suggested.

You huffed and looked away from him. Yunho simply moved to the other side of the couch to look at you.

"Is my baby seriously still upset that one of my employees flirted with me?" He let out a fake gasp.

You frowned and hit his arm.

"Stop mentioning it!" You whined, causing Yunho to laugh.

"It's not funny! It's annoying! But what do you care? She's really pretty anyways..." Your voice trailed off at the end, but Yunho still heard you.

"Sure she's pretty. But she's not you. And you know what you are? You're beautiful, stunning..."

He leaned in and nuzzled your nose.

"And you're the girl who stole my heart. So unless you're going to give it back, I suggest you stop being jealous."

✦𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

"For the last time Y/N, nothing ever happens." Yeosang said sternly.

He was getting tired of this, you being jealous over all the girls that he had to meet in his line of work. It hadn't been a problem before, but recently you seemed to question almost everything he did.

"What exactly do you guys classify as nothing though?" You questioned him.

"Oh my God! For fuck's sake-"

Yeosang stopped before he got anymore angry. He was not about to raise his voice, especially not over something like this. He took a deep breath before saying:

"I understand you being jealous, but have you ever thought about how your accusation and interrogations make me feel? Do you seriously not trust me enough to know I'll be loyal to you? Do you have that little faith in me and think I'll just hook up with any pretty face that stands in my way?"

You looked down when he said that. Perhaps you were going a little overboard at times. Yeosang tilted your head up and looked right in your eyes.

"I love you and only want you. "

✦𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

"Y/N are you mad at me?"

Your glare and silence told him everything. You were indeed mad. Mad and upset that he agreed to the job. Honestly, why couldn't one of the other guys do it? Why did San specifically had to do the job that involved making out with some skank? And why did he have to say yes?

"Y/N, I promise you it was strictly business, completely professional." San tried assuring you.

But he sighed when he knew it wasn't working. He couldn't blame you, he knew more than anyone what it feels like to be insecure, especially when it came to your relationship. He took your hand and started playing with your fingers.

"If it makes you feel better, I was thinking of you the whole time." He confessed.

That brought a blush to your face, which did not go unnoticed by him. He smiled softly and gently caressed your hair.

"I kept thinking about how I wanted it to be your lips. How I wished it was your waist I was holding..."

Before you knew it, he pulled you against him and trapped you against the wall.

"But why think of it when I can just make it happen right now?"

You let out a giggle when he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist.

"There's also a lot of other things I wanna do." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at you.

✦𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

"I just don't get it. Why is she acting like this?"

The other guys just looked at each other, trying not to laugh at how clueless Mingi was.

"She's jealous." Yunho told him.

"Huh?" Mingi didn't understand.

"She's jealous of the fact you're constantly being hit on by your female employees. Literally every girl gets jealous when that happens." San further explained.

"My employees are flirting with me?" Mingi asked.

Yeosang and Wooyoung face palmed at him. Yunho simply gave an affirmative answer.

"I thought they were just being nice and complimenting my hair or whatever they said." Mingi really did think it was innocent.

"As long as they never actually pulled out the cliche thing of touching your hair in front of your girlfriend." San joked, but Mingi's face said that it did happen.

"Oh you gotta be kidding me. No wonder she's mad at you! She probably thinks you like the attention and encourage it!" Yeosang scolded him.

Mingi suddenly bolted from the table, running as fast as he could to his car, already planning on buying you the biggest bouquet he could find and apologize to you.

✦𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Wooyoung knew you hated it when he met female mafia members of other groups. It wasn't necessarily that they met him, it was the fact they always tried to get in his pants, either because they wanted something in return or simply because he's good looking.

Wooyoung always turned them down, he didn't need them when he had you. Although every time he took you to a social event, he did like to push your buttons by purposefully making you jealous. He just thought you were cute when you were angry.

"Aww is my baby tired?" Wooyoung asked, knowing full well that wasn't the case.

"No." You responded coldly at him.

"Then why the frown?" He feigned ignorance.

"Don't act like you don't know you asshole." You pushed his hand away when he tried hugging you.

Wooyoung just smirked. "Admit you're jealous and we'll call it a night."

You scoffed and began walking away but not before saying:

"You're sleeping on the couch tonight."

Wooyoung began walking after you, calling out to you, not caring that others were staring.

"You can't kick me out of my own bed! Get back here Y/N! I need to properly apologize so we can cuddle and kiss later!"

✦𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

"It's part of my job to act charming at times." Jongho tried defending himself.

"Yeah, I get being charming, but you cross the line and straight up flirt with those girls." You retorted.

"Stop. You're making a big deal out of nothing." He rolled his eyes.

"I bet if the roles were reversed, you wouldn't think that way." You said.

"I actually wouldn't care."

Oh really? Was that so? That's how you decided to put it to the test, even though you already knew what the result would be. On a night you accompanied him to a 'family' dinner, you dressed to perfection and made sure it was a little more revealing than usual. You also made it a point to smile more to the other members, even slightly touching their shoulders or hair. Jongho didn't even last 10 minutes before he was pulling you out of the room.

"Jongho, mind telling me why you're suddenly kidnapping me?" You asked as he held you by your side, walking you to the car.

"Ok you were right, I was wrong. I'll stop being charming-"

"Ahem! Flirting." You corrected him.

"Fine! You win! I'll stop my flirting if you never do that again! Honestly it was torture! I thought I was going to have to put a bullet in someone's head."

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