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It's been 8 years since the headphone jack was removed from the iphone
Damian texted quickly to Carrie on his iPhone 16 and then opened Apple Music to look for a song to play she told him to listen to, but when he couldn't find his airpods he sighed.
Damian (bothered): God damn, I lost my dongle and now I have no earbuds.
Tim chuckled, wiping his nose.
Tim: Why do you insist on calling it a dongle?
Damian: It's one of the names, and it's a funny word. I get tired of the wireless earbuds sometimes, though. I hope someday the new iPhone re-adds that hole at the bottom.
Tim: Hole?
Damian (sincere): Yeah, the place to plug in the jack for old-school headphones. Iâd rather have that than charge my wireless ones.
Barbara (looking up from her laptop): I'm sorry⌠old-school headphones?
Dick: And do you mean the headphone jack? There are phones that still have that.
Damian (intrigued): Are they Apple phones? The older models have them, but they're basically obsolete. They removed it ages ago.
Barbara (frustration in her voice): They removed the headphone jack from the iPhone in 2016.
Damian: Oh wow, that's almost a decade, like eight years agoâ
Dick spit out his drink, shocked, and covered his mouth as he coughed. Barbara could only muster a whimper at how much time had passed since the last iPhone had a headphone jack.
Tim (amused): Damian, I agree with you. I use Android myself, but they decided to remove the jack from those phones too. Samsung took it out six years ago.
Dick (shocked): SIX!
Damian: I know, right? Time flies. I'm more of an Apple user, but those folding phones are quite an impressive technical feat. Did they have those back in the day?
Damian and Tim jolted as Dick fell to the ground, covering his face in shock.
Dick: Back in the day?!
Tim (chuckling): Dick, the first flip phone came out in the late '90s.
Barbara (weakly): 19â1996⌠Okay, but we were born in the '90s! We're not that old!
Dick: Damn right!
Tim (messing with them): That means you didn't have a phone for most of that time! When the first phones came out, you guys had to be in your teens, right?
Damian (surprised then apologetic): Damn! Oh, I'm sorry! Just my teacher was born in the 1900s.
Dick (meekly, still on the floor for comfort): Please stop talking. That doesnât mean we're old!
Tim (crossing his arms, mischievous): You know, Damian, they didn't have phones when you or I were teenagers. A lot of the stuff we have now didnât exist back then. No streaming, no fancy laptops, they even had typewriters in schools.
Damian chuckled, bemused by this information.
Damian: I heard they lacked a lot of technology, but what did they do for fun then? I feel like those old black-and-white shows can only entertain you for a short time.
Barbara whimpered, covering her mouth because she did watch a lot of black-and-white shows.
Dick: Okay, we watched color shows back then! I said color shows⌠oh my God.
Damian (curious): What about music? Could they download it on an⌠MP3 player?
Tim (enjoying this, shaking his head): Nope! Didnât exist yet. All they had were CDs and cassette tapes.
Damian: Oh my God, they're that old!
Tim (laughing and covering his mouth): Damn!
Barbara crushed her paper coffee cup in her hand, her left eye twitching as Dick stood to his feet, embarrassed. He rested his hands on the countertop, trying to regain his composure.
Dick (angry, raised voice): I am⌠not saying my age to you children! I had a phone eventually!
Tim: Not the one he had. You guys grew up Amish, didn't you?
Barbara: I can still punch you in the throat, Tim. Tread lightly.
Dick: I'm not sure about her, but I watched SpongeBob and Rocko's Modern Life.
Damian: Didn't SpongeBob first premiere in 1999? And what's Rocko's Modern Life? An oldies show?
Barbara sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose and shaking her head.
Barbara: Nice save, dumbass.
Damian (joining in on the mockery): How did you guys not go insane from boredom? Did you churn butter, go to church, watch the news?
Barbara (slamming her fist on the table): Look, my dad's a cop; I enjoy the news in general!
Damian: I was just curious about the headphone jack, which seems terribly archaic, but this is fascinating I have relics of the past in front of me.
Tim nodded, enjoying picking on their older sibling and friend.
Damian: I have a few more questions for you AARP members. Do you guys reserve early bird seating at restaurants? Do you use anti-aging skincare products, and did you ever use those papers that help with saving money?
Dick: You mean coupons? Oh no, I'm did it again! No, I can't be that old!
Dick sobbed softly.
Barbara (defensively): Sometimes I like an early dinner! Jesus! And if you want the headphone jack back, you can just ask us for one! I carry a lot because I'm cultured!
Barbara pulled out an iPhone Apple Lightning to Headphone Jack Adapter. Damian was thankful at first, but when he saw the Lightning part, he frowned.
Damian: This is for the older iPhones. They use USB-C now.
Barbara: Dick, hold me back.
Dick grabbed Barbara's arm while sitting on the floor again, and she tried to swipe at Damian with her other arm, offended. Tim grabbed Damian's arm and pulled him away while trying not to laugh. Barbara covered her face, groaning.
Barbara: Fuck, weâre old like Bruce now.
Dick (raised voice, defeated): Stop reminding me!
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HC during scarayn enemies era, scara made a song for one of his band members, but it wasnt made public he was the producer, or it was under an alias. imagine yn covers this song and throws a full tantrum cus no one said it was scaraâs đ scara also complaining how their voice ruined the song, but he signed the rights away so he had no say in it anyway. idek how the music industry works tho so if this in completely accurate bye
add on hc, time skip scara transitions from idol to a full time producer cus thats where his passion truly lies. he sorta just became an idol to prove his worth to ei (and he did period), but making music and producing ballads (get it cus balladeer) is more comfortable to him than performing. (totally just my own hcs so im sorry if its different from ur canon đ) he would work w his and windblumeâs members once they establish a solo career. heâd work w yn a lot too
i like producer scara can u tell LOL⌠its just the thought of him barfing up his emotions on paper and songs since he sucks at emotional vulnerability also i feel like he would have a rly good ear and a knack for making a song that would fit the artist
HELP THATS SOOO FUNNY i feel like he wud listen to it not knowing it was yn (maybe his members were playing it out loud) and compliment it then realize its yn and do a complete 180
(spoilers?)
omg reading this was crazy cus you said some things i had in my notes for the plot line of the ficâŚi was like wow anon why r u in my head rn!! i also ADORE producer scara i feel like he wud also prefer choreographing like i can imagine him choreographing new groupsâ dances and everytime they go viral
he def wud!!! heâs the type to write down his feelings instead of speaking them i get u scaraâŚalso yes omg he wud write songs and offer them to windblume/delusion members he thinks wud eat it up
iâm lowk so flattered u guys think about my fic this much and create such detailed headcanons like that is so cool!!!
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BAD DECISIONS
CHAPTER 3
Noah Sebastian x Reader
CW: really random smut. soz. not proofread! really random. definitely for the plot moment.
i hope you guys eat this up like you did with the teaser.
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It was nearing the end of the US tour, and honestly, my bones ached. We were all drained, even Jolly, who always kept a calm-ish composure, was antsy. It was our one day off, Matt dragged us to some shopping plaza.Â
It was lowkey chill, just sitting in the food court talking about some post tour plans. I swear I saw a flash of red hair, it made me sit up a little straighter. But when I turned to look, there was nobody. God, I was so exhausted I was seeing shit now. Nick was chatting about how apparently a pretty girl moved in next door to the house he shared with his brother. About the time that kid got a girlfriend.Â
Nicholas invited me to spend the break at his parents' ranch, which felt like home to me tooâthey were practically my second family. That was the bond Nicholas and I shared. Ruffilo had always been my best bud, Nick and Jolly coming in at a close second. I took Natasha there once, to meet my makeshift family. She didnât show up.Â
It was embarrassing on my behalf, I had boasted about her to Nicholas mom countless of times. She was excited for me, my career restricted my love life, yet there I was, hooking up with girls.Â
I swear I saw her red hair again, the same red hair that weâd get into arguments about. Stupid arguments really, her hair kept staining my pillows, wondering how many other guys' pillows she stained.Â
âDude- are you even listening?â Matt leaned forward, waving his hand in my face. I rubbed my eyes with my palms. âIâm fucking wrecked.â I grumbled, taking a sip of the coke in front of me. Matt hummed, flicking through his work diary. âGot 6 months break, back on for 6 months, and off again.â I just nod, too exhausted to absorb any information.Â
Back at the venue, I immediately seek refuge in between the grey sheets of my bunk, my mind a million words per minute. I fumbled with the cover of my notebook, scrambling down some notes.Â
Whyâs this always gotta happen to me?
I should have known.Â
I never fail to learn from mistakes, still throwing stones.
Blah blah blahâŚ.
I feel my focus fading away, i had high hopes
Running from the man I used to be, but I'm too slow.Â
It was honestly the roughest of rough drafts, but I was itching to get back in the studio. Ideas were just piling up, emotions weaved within poem-like structures, they were all.. rough, and definitely needed fine tuning, but they were beginning to represent an album.Â
Songwriting is not something that can be forced, it's an intricate, spread of emotion with an equally as unique and specific composition in the background. It was never good enough. Never, ever good enough.Â
I had watched time and time again how the scrunched up failed drafts piled up, nothing ever feeling raw enough, or not too the fans liking. It didnât help that Sumerian were so fucking picky on albums, or that ever since we released that song with poppy, we were obligated to tour with her. The rumours were digging my head in.Â
Is this really what I want for my career? I ponder on that question too much. I should bring it up in therapy with Dr Tomson. Fuck. I was getting off track. Literally. Sumerianâs requirements for this album was a track that would hit the charts, and a minimum of 12 songs. Part of me regrets signing with them, but would I be this successful had I not?Â
I was exhausted, physically and emotionally. Matt had pointed that out when I woke up the next morning. I just hummed, brain on autopilot. âYou know, we need an artist for the new albumâs cover, considering booking times that's something we need to plan months in advance.â Matt spoke, flicking through his diary. Nick stood in the kitchen in grey sweats, brewing coffee. âI could find somebody,â he said, handing me a cup.Â
I nodded, sitting on the bar stool. âIs Jolly up yet?â I asked, flicking through the pages of my notebook, briefly going over some of my rough, rough drafts. Nick shook his head, âHim and Nicholas got back late that night, something wrong with the wires and shit.âÂ
NEUTRAL POV
She was scribbling in her journal as the sun went down, propped up on her windowsill, once again. Writing a poem about the bitterness and scars of her childhood, it always stuck out to her how Nevada was so quick to dance around what actually happened, yet she had no problem shouting it to the world. Whether it be from art, or journaling, it was easier to keep a manuscript, a direct display on what shaped her to be who she is today.Â
It felt like all her knowledge and skills of painting were slipping through her fingers, but it hurt too much to resume again. Emotionally, and financially. Maybe this was just something sheâd have to come to terms with, she couldnât dwell on her past quite like this anymore, she wasnât old enough to do that quite yet.Â
âLetâs go out.â She said, her words rushed, standing in the doorway of Nevada's room. Nevadaâs eyes were wide, she had begun to worry about her, and now sheâs just popped up saying she wants to go out?Â
Choose your battles I guess
Nevada and Y/n got ready together, something they used to do as rebellious teens. Good vibes and pregame drinks, music blasting through the house. All dolled up in sparkly dresses, with dawn the hype man, the two set off into the city. The city was illuminated with a series of advertisements and bustling nightclubs, everyone with the same objective; to get absolutely shit-faced.Â
And so those two did, Dawn snuck Nevada away to do.. stuff.. In the car, while she was grinding up against a particularly tall blonde boy. His voice was fuckin hot, like musky and sexy and every single adjective you could use to describe a man. And god, he smelt good, and his touch just made her melt.Â
She hadnât expected to run into her cousin and her husband, and his bandmates. But when she laid her eyes on that fine ass man standing- no. looming over the group of british boys. He introduced himself as Vessel, quite an uh- unique- name, but who was she to judge? She was horny, and there was a tall metal vocalist right in her grip.Â
Everything about him was enticing, his defined, gorgeous abs, his absolute killers of canine teeth, and his voice. It made her unbelievably wet, she needed something. Sheâd gone without for so long, having thrown her vibrator out when she met noah.Â
They snuck down the side alleyway, the booming stereo filtering through the constant revolving door around the corner. She was a fit of giggles as he hiked up her sparkly dress. Compliments rolling off his tongue, as he traced the curves of her ass.Â
His fingers ran along the waistband of her panties, soft, dainty pink ones. âYeah..? you want me to touch you?â She smiled up at him, her pearly whites making his jeans tighten. With a soft tug of the hips, she had her back to him as he fumbled with the button of his jeans.Â
âFuck⌠so wet.. already?â he groaned out, lining himself up. She let out a strangled moan as she sank down on his cock, overwhelmed at the size. Her fingers grasped around his wrists as he began to move, holding on for dear life.Â
It was a quickie in a back alley way, but it didnât stop the shame when she woke up in his bed the next morning.Â
âIâm so fucking sorry oh my god my cousin is going to kill me-â she spouted off, pacing around this poor guys island bench. He sat at the barstool, eating bacon and eggs.Â
âStop stressing.â he huffed gruffly, a sleepy look on his face.Â
âDude- like.. Respectfully, youre a fucking stranger, iâm in your house, youâre in an anonymous band bro!!â She shouted, a little bit more than panicked.Â
âIt was a quickie, nothing more. We can be friends if youâre so worried about it.â he mumbled, eating his food.Â
âUghâŚâ she sat down on the barstool next to him, stealing his coffee cup. âSo⌠whatâs it like being a rockstar?âÂ
âBusy. Why do you ask?â he questioned, turning to face her.Â
âWell⌠I dated- sorry, hooked up with a rockstar and never really asked him about it.â she shrugged, not caring if it was an overshare.Â
âHow come?â he asked, a curious tone in his voice.Â
âDidnât necessarily stick around for me to ask. Was more of a âpump and dumpâ guy.â she responded, toying with the keychains of her car keys. Â
âDonât ever say that again.â He cringed, resuming eating. âSo whyâd you hook up with him in the first place?âÂ
âHe was hot.âÂ
âNo shit Sherlock, other qualities.â
She sat for a moment, really questioning everything. Why. why, why?Â
âHe was carefree, wasnât afraid to be himself, but was a bit afraid of commitment.â was the answer she scrounged up. He just hummed, âSo who was it?â
She grimaced, awaiting this question. âI'd rather die than tell you because I think you guys at least have connections.â
âHowâd you meet this douche anyways?âÂ
âI was studying art and design at a local uni, he was studying design briefly.âÂ
âYou do graphic design?â Vessel asked, looking down at her quizzically.Â
âMostly art, but I want to turn it digital.â she responded, pulling out her phone to show him pictures. He studied each unique piece intricately, his face lighting up. A man who could appreciate real art.Â
âHow much would I have to pay you to design an album cover?â he asked, putting the phone down. She looked up at him with wide eyes.
 âWhat?âÂ
âI like your style, I'm offering you a chance to work with me.â he states bluntly, staring at her. âWhat the fu-â he cut her off, âwe can get you head of the design team, i liked your work and iâm willing to pay however much.âÂ
âDonât you have like.. bandmates to discuss this with?âÂ
âbandmate, others are tour personnel.âÂ
âInteresting- anyways, are you sure?âÂ
âYes, Being on the design team also means youâre in charge of designing different things like merch, billboards and visuals. It sounds stressful, but the pay is good and youâll have a chance to come on tour with us.âÂ
âFuck man- take a girl out to dinner before telling her thisâÂ
He chuckles, grabbing out a notepad.Â
âIâll write my details down, I can get you employed asap, if you want to do this.âÂ
âDo I have time?â she asked, rubbing her thighs anxiously. He nodded, Her phone rang and she fumbled to answer it, bringing the nearly dead phone to her ear.Â
âDude where the fuck are you-âÂ
It was her sister.Â
âHi, first off! I'm 23. I can be wherever I please, but can you please come pick me up?â
âOnly youâd get a job opportunity out of hooking up with someone.â Nevada laughed, driving a ridiculously hungover Y/n home to their shared townhouse. âHey- we are cool now! Heâs a friend, and he said I could go on tour with him.â she retorts back.
âAre you trying to seek vengeance for noah?â Nevada asked, sipping shitty iced coffee. âMost definitely. That fucker thinks he can act like he didnât tell me he loved me mid sex, he can suck it when im touring with his favourite band.âÂ
âAbsolutely cold,â Nevada laughed, the hood was down of Dawn's convertible, the wind blowing through her wavy highlights. The air smelt of sea salt, the beach not being far from their house. She felt a little more free now, ultimately deciding to take up Vessel's offer, on both the album cover and design position. Although she would be leaving Nevada to manage the cafe on her own, Nevada knew she needed this. A push in the right direction, to make some new friends, and perhaps run into some old ones.Â
Noahs POVÂ
Holy fucking shit maybe i wasnât hallucinating.Â
In the sea of fans you couldnât miss her unmistakable red hair and plump lips. It seems as though sheâs gotten even more botox from the last time he saw her. Why was she even here? What could she benefit from even being here? I had to peel my eyes away from her, trying to maintain the energy of the crowd.Â
She was by herself, in a tight skirt and a bikini top. I saw her towards the back, but as I progressed through the store I noticed she was nowhere to be found. It was relieving and terrifying all at the same time.
We finished our set, sweat-drenched and exhausted, but riding the high of the music. Weaving between crew members, I entered the dressing room, boys in tow.Â
âHiâÂ
I jumped, turning around to face whoever was standing by the door.Â
Youâve gotta be fucking kidding me.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing here?â I growled, stepping back as she stood forward. âNatasha, how did you get through?â Jolly stated, stepping closer to her. âIâm just here to see noah!â she smiled, veneers on full display, a coy smile across her red lips. âI donât want to see you,â I sneered, arms crossed.Â
âCome onnn noah! Lighten up!â A smile flashing over her face, she stepped forward, reaching for me. An all too familiar feeling pooling in my stomach.Â
âDonât.â Jolly said firmly, stepping between us. Anger rippled through me, not wanting to swing on a woman. My palms were sweaty, why does she want to talk? Nicholas appeared at the door. âHey do you guys want to go- what the fuck?âÂ
Natasha stood between us, twirling strands of red hair. Nick fumbled with his phone to contact security, visibly looking stressed, I shot a look at Nicholas. âYou know, I really miss you, Noah bear.â She smiles, her annoying voice hanging heavy in the air. âWhat the fu- Tash you fuckin cheated on him?â Nick piped up, putting his phone in his back pocket. I cringe at the nickname, rubbing a hand over my face. The tension was palpable, silence echoing through the corridor.
âGet out of here..â I grumble, thoroughly embarrassed. Her face feigns offence, âNoah, we were made for eachother!â Nicholas tensed in the doorway, each member uncomfortable with the old yet new presence. âGet the fuck out of here Natasha.â He calls out, leaning against the doorframe, a pure look of disdain displayed on his face.Â
âBoo! You guys all suck. Noah bear loves me, and heâll come visit me at the Inn tonight!â she exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly. Beaming with some profound pride. âI donât fuckin like you-â âstop denying it my love!!â she shouted, in the same moment, security burst through the door, grabbing her elbow roughly.Â
She wriggled and shouted at them, her body thrashing about, not keen on being forcefully escorted out. I just sighed loudly, embarrassed. My tired body collapses down onto the leather couch. The commotion catches the attention of a few crew members, specifically matt.Â
âWhat the fuck is going on here?â he demanded, his voice cutting through the silence.Â
 âI still think sheâs a porn star.â
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The next chapters are so not going to make sense. pray for me.
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Las Vegas 2024
-Fun Fact: Listening to the national anthem at 12:50 am does not make you feel more awake, but hearing a 1S song in the background of the pre-race interviews does
-Props to Franco Colapinto and the Williams garage for getting back into shape so quickly
-Charles!!! Letâs go!! He really loves those p4s!! How does he manage those starts???
-âItâs a brave man who makes a move against Kevin Magnussenâ Hehe
-Go Nico!
-Alpine being the bane of my existence right now
-Seeing Yuki and Nico in p7 and p8 just feels right
-Fernando Alonso is just going for it! I need him to have a good race for once
-Also, Zhou p12??
-âHere comes Charles LeclercâŚâ And there goes Max Verstappen!!
-Alonso?? Oh he had softs on
-Oscar false start?
-Alpine, youâre back to being good babe
-âI think Charles has to get this move done on George Russelâ I think his move on Carlos Sainz was what was more important
-Woah that replay between Kevin and Liam, so close to contact
-Come on Lewis, come on, come on
-Ohmygodd Max!! Lewis!! Aaaaah!
-Yuki and Pierre!!
-Why the hell are the graphics showing Charles p4? Fix that immediately!
-Lewis! Lewis! Lewis!
-Charles and Lando pitting now??
-Ferrari if you mess this up for me I will be having words
-Max and Lewis again!! Making moves!
-Max stuck in a Mercedes sandwich. Itâs giving old times
-Okay itâs fine I guess, the pit stop, for Ferrari (but why is Charles behind Carlos)
-Okay Red Bull be good
-No way Merc is double stacking⌠yeah theyâre not
-Okay okayyy Ferrari
-Oh no Ocon? What was that pit stop?
-Would it be crazy for me to manifest a Hulk podium? Yeahh, never mind, he just dropped way down after that stop
-Cool how George still got back out in the lead after pitting
-âNo power!â Oh no Pierre. Oh god thatâs so unfortunate, so so unfortunate
-Come on Lewis, come on, come on
-Yes!
-Ah Yuki!!
-Charles and Checo (Vegas 2023 I miss you)!
-Okay Checo really needs to pit now
-âI think Hamilton unquestionably has the paceâ Iâve been waiting so long to hear that
-We forgot way to quickly how bad that Alpine was, Brazil got us dreaming too big
-âWeâll come back to youâ agshsjsvshajnabs
-The way Iâve been urging Lewis on for the last five laps
-Nico! Nico! Nico!
-Lol how is Yuki stuck in a McLaren sandwich again
-âMan these guys are fast on the straightsâ
-Can people stop with the âshelf-lifeâ comments? So distasteful
-Zhouâs doing pretty well isnât he?
-âCan we just get a race without problems?â Alex Iâm so sorry
-How are Checo and Liam even near each other right now?
-Oh come on Charles
-âSwap positionsâ Ooh I wasnât expecting that. Are Ferrari finally taking things seriously??
-Oh my god, Carlos whyyyy?
-âStay out, stay out, stay outâ Come on!!
-Checo finally overtaking the Sauber
-Why not have just let Carlos come in?? Now he might have a penalty? Surely thatâs not good
-âWake up guys! Come on!â Ughhh
-Why hasnât Lando pit yet?
-I am still so annoyed about Ferrari. What are you doing??
-âHis arch rival- nemesis reallyâ The 2021 season was really one for the ages
-I love when Max knows when to play it safe
-George having so much time between him and p2 to pit
-How was I praising Ferrari strategy five seconds earlier?
-How many times are we going make a joke about Yukiâs airport incident? Please just shut up
-Okay Sauber, I had way too much faith in your pit stops there for a second
-If Merc pulls team orders I will scream
-â All the traffic in one group behind Tsonodaâ Whyâd that make me laugh
-Itâs so funny how I was saying this is giving old times, with a Merc 1-2 and Max p3
-Alonso!!
-Woah Checo! Letâs go! Thatâs was amazing!!
-âDo you want me to try and keep them behind or what?â âI think you should yeahâ
-Still donât get why Carlos is ahead there
-So confused about this whole Ferrari situation. What is going on?
-Like how is Carlos somehow helping Max cover off his teammate?
-Last five laps. I know we have this in the bag but Iâm not trusting that car until it crosses the checkered flag
-âWhat a talent. What a teamâ LETS GO BABY
-âHe picked his battles wellâ YES HE DID
-âItâs victory in Vegasâ âThatâs four in a row Max, four in a rowâ âOhmygodd what a seasonâ
-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah
-âVegas babyâ I wonder if the baby George fan was awake to see this
-âFormation flying for Mercedes-Benzâ
-âNever thought this was possibleâ The way he pulled through right when it was critical
-Yea!! 4! 4! 4!
-Aw this team
-George and Max hugging! Yuki congratulating Max! Max and Fernando!!
-The other team mechanics nodding their head in acknowledgment>>>
-Aah so happy right now!!
-âI also have to go there?â Heâs so cuteee
-âOh heâs got his own carâ Haha
-Max and GP!!
-âI think they got a little spoiled last year with the winsâ đđ MAX
-The chants of âMax, Max, Maxâ in the background>>>
-Ah Iâm so so happy
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roughly 2 days left until the full version!!
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absolutely obsessed with sol's "are you ready? in 3, 2, 1, ah~" (and how he's most likely also the one doing the high-pitched backup vocals)
and i'm reminded of this bit from kawata-san himself from otaku FM mini (plus how he voiced the backup singers in obm the anime S2E6 lol)
#kawata-san is so talented i swear#like have you guys listened to his song covers#and his silly lil fish songs /pos#2 years ago felt like a fever dream#solomon#ă˝ăă˘ăł#solomon obey me#obey me solomon#kazuki kawata#kawata kazuki#obey me nightbringer#obey me one master to rule them all#obey me shall we date#obey me swd#obey me#ăăšăăżăź#mo's simping hours#mo rambles into the void#it's solomon loving hours#youtube#queue#yes i know i got the lyrics wrong my badâ
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soyogi soyogi soyogi soyogi soyogi soyogi soyogi soyogi soyogi
#art#traditional art#watercolour#fanart#cevio ai#voisona too probably#soyogi soyogi#literally i neeeeeed him so bad you guys dont understand. you dont understaaaaaaand#im like. listening to random songs and imagining what he could sound like to them#im already planning covers. im rotating alternate outfits in my brain#by the time he gets a release date im going to have too much fanart of him#and its all gonna be of him in a shitty t shirt or something because his caplet jacket thing is awesome but so so so hard to draw LOL#also just realized how much vocal synth stuff i drew yesterday now that im getting around to posting it. vsynthBLAST
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HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL HEAL
#and like...death will fall too#also a good song#also enjoy his clocktower cover of course#BUT OH MY GOD HEAL GUYS ITS REAL IVE WANTED THIS FOR LITERALLY ALMOST A YEAR NOW AGAGFGASFDS#I AM. SO NORMAL#guys if you thought i loved don't take it personally you only know half of my feelings for HEAL#if this gets on Spotify this WILL be on SO much#this is coming from the guy who is already the 4th/5th top listener of CJ#this WILL end me#god im getting back into this game too#ough im losing what sanity i have left jash why must you do this#moss rants#chonny jash
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okay thats interesting! in the SF try-outs during the song "legally blonde" she sings about how she cant be legally blonde, while in the official version AND THE DEMO she sings about letting her be legally blonde. which means that at some point they changed the lyrics around, and then changed them back! laurence o'keefe.... nell benjamin.... what occurs in your twisted minds
#covers mouth sorry so sorry guys#im a huge fan of beacon of positivity + good boy (elle puts a leash on emmett confirmed) + love and war (not in the demo but part of SF)#+ i liked some of the lyrics in the demo version of so much better (it called back to beacon of positivity!!! (i am insane)) such as:#I dream of your name next to my own but mine's looking fine up there alone#but i greatly prefer all the official songs we got. well. maybe good boy over ireland wouldve been fun (i think ireland is boring)#but itd play into the 'all men are dogs hurr hurr' joke that im glad they avoided. anyways. what was i saying.#right i havent listened to every version of everything yet (for example theres a SF version of chip on my shoulder i need to watch)#(and just the SF vers in general. shes hidden from me... why was emmett there before the remix... let me see their conversation)#but from what i have heard they made a lot of changes that were sorely needed. in take it like a man demo shes so much meaner??#it made me sad. it wasnt a duet + they wrung out the romantic tension (no subtext by calvin klein... sigh) + shes meaner!!!!#in the bway vers hes baffled but enjoys going along w it + she genuinely likes him even when hes wearing his regular clothes#but in the demo vers she keeps calling him stuff like ugly duckling and talking about how the geek is gone :( but she likes that geek..#the lines 'how much do you think i earn??' and 'kindly shut up :)' are funny but speak to a dynamic between the two that makes me sad...#follow me for more beautiful opinions on a fifteen year old musical#(heaves. do you know weird it is to see comments from 15yrs ago when this was actually showing. my brother is fifteen.)#god im so sorry i should be put down like a dog#lgb bootleggers are intense. i swear they got a bootleg every night or smth bc we got her shoe flying off + SF + kyle as understudy etc#go watch a so much better compilation sometime how did they take so many bootlegs?? how did you find them??#and its awesome cause these were filmed on 2007/2008 tech which means they have 15 pixels maximum#SORRRRYYYYYYYYYY
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Once again begging the world to learn about Nulberry
#you probably know this guy from his cover of mountain roads that goes off the wall#or his covers of other songs where he shows off his proficiency with the guitar#those have like. fuckloads of views#PLEASE check out his original music#just give this a listen. pls#Youtube
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âŚ. Do artists get notified when you use their music in a YouTube short? CuzâŚ. Iâd be⌠one on hand I hope they like the art, on the other - panic
#did I use a vocaloid cover by a vtuber I like on the recent speedpaint? yes#cuz Iâm a nerd#if you donât know this by now#rip you#Iâm a proud goof#who would probably be a vtuber too if I had the shit to handle that#shit Iâd stream with a png if I had the shit to handle that#talking while doing art or editing would be way more fun#well k liek the quiet time#but I like talking to yâall to do having more chat would be fum#however I have An Laptop#anyways#uh#pretty voice sing good and did a cover of a song that j liked but as a vocaloid song gave me a headache#then pretty man was like I Got You#so I listen to it a lot#his vampire cover also rules#as does his bad guy/showman original song#Iâm cringe and trying to be proud alright leave me be
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in other news i cannot stop fucking listening to Brokenheartsville by Joe Nichols and iâm starting to annoy myself with it but. i cannot stop. itâs too good
#Seven.txt#music stuff#itâs this perfect mix of being applicable to my current taste while also being a very nostalgic song for me#âcause i liked it when i was a kid. and i recently heard it on my fatherâs radio outside. and man itâs been y e a r s since iâve heard it#why is it so addictive to me#like. you cannot make a song that opens with the lyrics-#âHe wore that cowboy hat to cover up his horns. *insert seductive guitar sounds here* Sweet-talkinâ forked tongue had a temptinâ charm.â#and expect my southern and devil-loving ass to not go fucking feral over it#even when iâm not listening to it itâs playing in my head. was analyzing the lyrics the whole time i was in the shower earlier#but whatâs funny is i think iâve listened to it so many times that iâve developed a whole new story than the one actually being told#but like. with how much heâs supposedly upset that this guy stole his girl or whatever#which i know heâs probably just comparing some dude to the devil and not actually saying that it was the Devil Himself#but itâs so much better if u picture it as actually being the devil thatâs picking up this dudeâs girlfriend in a bar#but anyways given how thatâs supposed to be the point. he spends so much time describing the devil and ainât got shit to say abt his girl#like okay buddy. we know you liked his cowboy hat. we know you liked his sweet-talkinâ tongue.#weâve heard all about the make and model of his Long and Chrome Very Red Hot Sexy Devil Car#do u not have anything to say abt ur girlfriend. are u not gonna wax poetic abt her? no? too busy admiring the Devil and his Hot Car?? yeah#weâre gathering that#like.. brother⌠i dunno how to tell u this but i think u might wanna fuck him a lil bit#âLoveâs gone to hell and so have I.â yeah!! iâm gathering that!! good for u dude!! get it!!#so now the whole time iâm listening to it iâm just like. this is a love song abt the devil!#which it isnât. but it could be!! and so thatâs what iâm choosing to see it as. bc iâd feel the same way tbh#i much prefer the idea of him being pissed that he missed his chance to run away w/ the devil than being pissy over his girlfriend leaving#itâs just so much more appealing to me im sorry#also. side note. when i was a kid i thought the line was âthat angel up in the airâ and not âthat angel who did me inâ#and i donât know how i misheard it so badly but now i sing it wrong every fuckign time cause itâs still cemented in my head from childhood#how young was i. hold on.#oh yeah it came out in 2002. so yeah i was quite young when i heard it a lot so i think im forgiven for mishearing it so badly lmao
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you ever hear a song that just like sucker punches you with how fitting it is? idk if thatâs really the right word but like you listen to it and itâs a whole oh moment where right then and there that song fits so perfectly that itâs like where have you been? cause Iâve experienced that twice in the past 2 days
#didnât realize this was one of the minecraft guys until I sent the songs to my friend and she ruthlessly made fun of me for it#but the songs just fuck so hard man I donât even care#just binged his entire discography this past week and I love it to bits#(also he did a cover of a few songs that I also adore and itâs like oh you have such good music taste)#anyways#canât believe I havenât listened to him/them before#lovejoy#wilbur soot#Spotify
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Randomly coming across a Pink Floyd related post out in the wild has reminded me that Iâve been searching effortlessly for weeks for my Pink Floyd shirt. You know, that kind of exact one thatâs EVERYWHERE, the dark side of the moon cover, and either gets you a response saying âNICE PRIDE SHIRTâ or that approving nod from some 50yo man saying, âHell yeah, good taste in music, kid.â Both responses are equally great.
I need to find it again. It looks good and I Will be stepping out of my car after just blasting both Time and Money maybe 4 seconds ago.
#taks speaks#i know shirts with the dark side of the moon album cover are like EVERYWHERE#but i want this one back#though i will say that my favorite album is the Wall and not that one but that one is pretty great. everywhere.#and currently in my car's cd player#you know. last week. i tried introducing that guy I've been talking to to pink floyd#his response may as well have been 'go girl. give me nothing.' because he didn't like money#but he liked led zeppelin so all is not lost#he's got to get used to it#because when I'm not listening to punk and whatever glass animals is. i have the taste in music of a dad#and yes. dads in the wild have acknowledged me approvingly before and it made my day#you know. my dad was the one that gave me that cd#and apparently doesn't like any songs other than money anymore#because he's still got that effect of radio overplaying the songs in the 70s or something#i know i have this effect from some pop songs#and it makes me wonder what radio was like that back then because it sounds like something
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crossroads
đ starring. Kim Mingyu & Jeon Wonwoo x afab!Reader
đŽ preview. If one neighbour is a Doberman, then the other is a Golden Retriever. Theyâre like night and day, and yet, youâre drawn to both, as if some gravitational or celestial power is pulling you to them⌠it also helps that they both have motorcycles. How had it been so easy to ghost Wonwoo in the past, only to find yourself at a crossroads with his roommate seven months later?
tw/cw. Threesome, unprotected sex, multiple sex scenes, big dick Mingyu, creampie, oral (f/m receiving), blow job, deep throating, hand job, Eiffel tower/spit roasting, breast worship, nipple pinching, nipple licking, panty kink, eating pussy through panties, fingering, squirting, pussy stretching, praise, dirty talk, âsirâ, dom!Wonwoo, switch!mingyu, blindfold/sensory deprivation, voyeurism, listening to your neighbour have sex, masturbation, reader reads erotica, mutual masturbation, slight dacryphilia, blindfold/sensory deprivation, inklings of humiliation, etc⌠I pet names: (hers) angel, baby. (Mingyuâs) gyu. (Wonwooâs) sir.Â
đš rating.18+ explicit I wc. 19.8k
đ aus. Biker!meanie, booktok!reader, neighbours!au, etcâŚ
âď¸ mlist + an. This was not supposed to be this long. I donât know how this happened.Â
PrologueÂ
âWho keeps messaging you?â your cousin asks, trying to act nonchalant as he sips his margarita, but you can feel his eyes on you as you stare at your phone.
âThe Harley dude,â you sigh, quickly reading the text message.
âThe guy who missed your first date because he was napping?â Jeonghan nearly chokes on his drink, setting it down in favor of flashing you a judgemental look.
âYeah, the same guy who also tried to rebook our first date as a group ride night with all his friends,â you roll your own eyes at the stupidity of men. While the idea is fun, itâs not the way to get to know someone new.Â
Jeonghan lets out a low whistle. âSheesh.â
âYou can say that again.â You set your phone down, grabbing at your bellini, and relaxing against the patio chair, trying to soak up the sunshine in an effort to calm yourself.
âWell? What did he say?â your cousin presses.
âHe said his entire week is free if I want to meet up.â
âAnd what did you say?âÂ
âNothing.â You tip your head back, letting out a contented breath. âHe had two chances, Iâm not about to give him a third.â
âSummer is almost over,â Jeonghan points out. âI know you wanted to find some hot dude with a motorcycle and ride off into the sunset. Youâre getting low on time.â
âHonestly, Hannie? This Jeon guy is not worth it.â
One
After a long winter, itâs finally getting warm enough that you can open your apartment windows and enjoy the fresh air. Trees are beginning to blossom, birds are singing songs that act as white noise while you sit at your dining table completing the last few emails for your remote job.
As youâre finishing up your very last correspondence of the day, new noises join in with the robbins and wrens. These noises, however, are nowhere near as pleasant.
Thereâs a banging outside your door, a few thumps, and a distinctly male voice cursing.Â
Living in a fairly quiet apartment complex, these sorts of sounds arenât something youâre used to, and they can only mean one thing; your landlord finally found new tenants for the two-bedroom next door thatâs been vacant for over a month.Â
With a sigh, you close your laptop, wrapping your sweater tightly around your body as you venture toward your door. You canât help the curiosity bubbling inside of you, and after another deep breath, you decide to take a peak into the hallway beyond.
Two men are struggling to get a couch through the doorway into unit 317. You stay silent, watching the way one manâs biceps bulge with each maneuver. His hair is on the longer side, dark strands licking and curling at his throat, which is covered in a light sheen of sweat from the effort of moving.Â
âCome on Cheol, weâre almost there,â he encourages the man holding up the other end of the sofa.Â
âFuck you, Mingyu,â the other says, stepping back into the apartment and out of your view.
You wait patiently, and after a minute or so, the pretty man moves into the hallway again, giving you a full view of his face. He lets out a deep breath, shaking out his muscular arms- thatâs when his eyes meet yours, and you swear your heart skips a beat in your chest.
His mouth curves into a wide grin. âHi! Sorry if we bugged you with the noise- that couch was not making moving easy.â
âItâs okay,â you assure him quickly. âYou must be my new neighbours.â Your gaze shifts past him to the second man, who has appeared in the hallway too.
âNah- I mean, I am, but this is Cheol, heâs just a friend,â the pretty man tries to explain, stopping in front of you. He wipes his hand along his jean leg, then holds it out to you, âIâm Mingyu.â
You allow him to shake your hand. Despite his attempt to wipe some of the sweat away, his palm is still a little clammy, although, youâre shocked to find that the physical contact isnât unpleasant.Â
You tell him your name, watching Cheol trudge past you to the elevator. âSo if that guy isnât your roommate, who is?â
âMy buddy Wonwoo. Heâs actually visiting family in Korea right now, wonât be moving in till the end of the month.â
âI see,â you nod. âWell, welcome to the building.âÂ
âThanks,â Mingyu beams again. âIf all our neighbours are as friendly as you, I think weâll like it here.â
âIf Iâm being honest, weâre a quiet building, lots of us are kind of reclusive,â you try to explain, choosing your words carefully.Â
You hear Cheol let out a chuckle as he waits for the elevator, and you wonder what heâs found so funny.
âQuiet,â Mingyu repeats, letting out a breath. âNoted. Weâll do our best not to be a disruption.â
You want to believe him, but something in his grin tells you not to.Â
TwoÂ
Itâs been about a month and a half since Mingyu moved in. Youâve not seen him, or his roommate, although, you have heard them through your shared wall a few times. One of them - Wonwoo youâre guessing- is pretty into video games, because yelled lines like âIâm trying to revive you, dipshit!â and âstop fucking dying so much then!â have irritated you and interrupted your soft girl movie nights.Â
From what you can tell, Mingyuâs elusive friend who was visiting Korea is now sharing his bedroom wall with you, and at two AM on a Tuesday night, your suspicion is confirmed. You wake to noises that arenât gamer screams, theyâre screams of pleasure.Â
Muffled cries of âharder, daddy!â and âplease!â have your skin tingling as you shift under your duvet, feeling suddenly very hot.Â
As you lay there and listen to the sound of a headboard beginning to hit the wall, you try to decide if youâre annoyed, or horny. The tingling between your thighs, and the heat along your neck makes you think it might be a combination of both.
Part of you wants to bang your fist against the wall, but youâre much too shy to risk any sort of confrontation. Instead, you simply lay there, fighting the need to slip your hand down your sleeping shorts.
You figure the sex will be over soon, but five minutes stretches into fifteen. The womanâs cries have stopped, but the low thumping of a bedframe against the wall has only gotten more intense.Â
Youâre no stranger to kinky shit- youâre an avid reader of smut afterall, and being a voracious reader, your mind comes up with reasons why the girl may have stopped begging. Had Wonwoo put something in her mouth to shut her up? Panties perhapse? Or had he flipped her into doggy position, pressing a hand to the back of her head to force her face against the pillows?
If Mingyu had been hot, his best friend must be sexy too- guys like that travel in packs, and Cheol hadnât been bad on the eyes either. You imagine a faceless man, muscled and gorgeous, railing some girl not four feet away from you, with only a wall keeping you from seeing the perverse act. You feel dirty, like a voyeur, and youâre equal parts relieved and saddened when the noise finally stops.Â
You sit in silence, listening to your own heavy breaths for a few minutes, wondering if the sounds will pick up again.
They donât, and soon, youâre drifting off into a lusty sleep.
ThreeÂ
Youâve been awoken to the sounds of sex three times now. The idea of approaching the property manager to file a noise complaint has been on your mind, but you canât find it within yourself to make waves.
Due to all of this, when you finally bump into Mingyu in the buildingâs shared laundry room, you see it as the perfect chance to quietly resolve the issue without causing trouble.Â
Heâs dressed in gym shorts and a black muscle shirt that shows off his expansive shoulders as he moves wet clothes into the dryer. Standing in the doorway of the laundry room, youâre once again struck by how beautiful your new neighbour is.
With a deep breath to find courage, you appraoch him, going for the washing machine next to his. âHi,â you greet him.
âOh, hey neighbour,â Mingyu grins, pausing what heâs doing to look you up and down.
Youâre hyper aware of the sleeping shorts that hardly cover your legs, and the sweater youâd tossed on does little to hide the fact that youâre currently braless. Even so, if you donât bring up the noises now, youâre not sure when youâll get another chance.
âHey, do you uhâŚâ your words come out quiet, and you try to raise your voice a little, wanting to sound confident, âdo you think you could ask your roommate and his girlfriend to keep it down?âÂ
âHuh?â Mingyuâs brows furrow in confusion.
âThe person whose room is next to mine,â you try to explain. âTheyâve been kind of loud with uh⌠a girl, recently.â
âOh!â You can practically see the lighbulb go off in Mingyuâs eyes. âSorry, you said girlfriend, and that part stumped me. The last time was about a week ago, yeah?â
âSomething like that.â
âDonât worry, I already talked to him a few days ago. Told him to get his fuck buddies to keep it down- theyâre annoying, huh? I thought I was the only one losing sleep over it.â
âDefinitely not the only one,â you let out a small laugh. âIf Iâm being honest, I was considering talking to the property manager about it, but I donât like to cause issues, so Iâm glad weâre on the same page about this.â
âWeâre for sure on the same page,â Mingyu assures you. âThanks for not talking to the manager about this- hey, listen, what if I give you my number, and if it happens again, you just have to text me and Iâll go bang on his door or something?â
âIâd appreciate that,â you grin, watching him pull out his phone so he can grab your digits. âHonestly, I work from home, and for the most part, you guys have been pretty great neighbours.â
âOoh, one of those post covid remote jobs,â Mingyu nods in understanding. âI mean, Iâm out during the days usually, I work at a tattoo shop across town, and Wonwoo sleeps most of the time so he can be awake for his evening bar job.â
âThat actually kind of makes sense,â you admit. âI never see you guys around.âÂ
âWellâŚâ Mingyu leans against the dryer, flashing you a boyish grin. âWe could change that. You could come over sometime.â
Your heart leaps into your throat. From his body language, and the suggestion, youâre pretty sure this gorgeous man is flirting with you. âI, uhâŚâ you swallow thickly, âmaybe.âÂ
âWell, I have your number, and nowâŚâ Mingyu types something into his phone and a moment later yours dings, âyou have mine. So if you want to take me up on that offer, just shoot me a text.âÂ
âOkay.â The words comes out kind of shaky, and you internally smack yourself for becoming so shy from this pretty man hitting on you.
With a wink, Mingyu leaves the laundry room, and your thoughts are scattered for the rest of the day.
FourÂ
Itâs been too long since youâve seen all your friends from highschool. Soonyoung, Seokmin and Seungkwan are three of the rowdiest guys you know. They love doing bar crawls with you whenever theyâre all in town and can find the time.Â
Seungkwan lives in another city these days, studying law at a prestigious university. Soonyoung travels the country with dance troup. And Seokmin spends hours every day at the theater practicing for new performances and productions.
Theyâve taken you to a bar youâve never been to, and youâre enjoying the booth style seating. Millennial and old classics are playing through the speakers, and every time a good song comes on, the three men start singing, whether it be Cher, or Britney, or even Kesha.Â
Youâre a few drinks deep, but theyâre even deeper, and itâs gotten to the part of the evening where they want to hear everything about your love life.Â
âOkay, book girlie,â Soonyoung slurs, throwing his arm around your shoulders, âspill the beans. Who you fucking?â
You laugh, pushing at his cheek to get his face away from yours. He wreaks of tequila and the Gucci cologne he practically drowns himself in every night before going out. Itâs not the most pleasant combination.
âIâm single,â you insist.
âWe all know you always have your eye on someone,â Seungkwan insists, leaning over the table to point his finger at you. âTell us.â
âOkay, maybe there is someone Iâm interested in,â you admit.
All three men let out delighted squeals and laughs. âWe knew it!â Seokmin exclaims.
âThe issue is, heâs my neighbour, and dating in your apartment building can get messy,â you explain.Â
âWe love messy,â Soonyoung insists.Â
âYou love messy,â you correct.
âSo whoâs this hot neighbour?â Seungkwan asks, wanting to dive into the gossip.
âHis name is Mingyu.â You let out a sigh. âHeâs tall, and handsome, and his arms-â
âDoes he have a motorcycle?â Soonyoung interrupts you. âWe know you love men with bikes.â
âI donât think so,â you shake your head. âBut it doesnât matter. My motorcycle phase was last summer.â
âBaby,â Seungwan frowns dramatically, âHoney, sweetheart- Youâre a booktok girl. We all know kinky little sluts like you need their bikertok boy to make their fantasies come true.â
You hate it when Seungkwan reads you to filth like this, and you hate it even more that heâs so right. Youâll always have a soft spot for men on motorcycles- or is it a wet spot?
âAnyways, Mingyu is cute, he gave me his number and invited me over-â
âBitch, go fuck him!â Soonyoung bellows a little too loudly, and you immediately slap a hand over his mouth, looking around to see if anyone heard him.
Thatâs when your eyes land on a man behind the bar. His curly dark hair is cute, but when you study his regally handsome face, you realize you recougnize him.
âFuck,â you whisper, immediately lifting your drink to hide behind it.
âWhat?â Seungkwan turns in his seat. âThe bartender?â
âBabes, heâs been checking you out all night,â Soonyoung grins, cuddling closer to you.
Itâs only Seokmin who studies you and asks, âDo you know him?â
âThe bartender?â Seungkwan scoffs, as if itâs a stupid idea, although, when he turns to look at you again, his jaw drops. âFuck, you do know him! Girl, spill!âÂ
âDo you guys remember that Harley dude from the summer? Jeon? The one I ghosted after he missed our first date then suggested a ride night with all his friends to make up for it?â you ask, lowering your voice and continuing to hide behind the glass in your hand.
âShit, thatâs the Harley dude?â Seokminâs eyes widen in realization.Â
âFuck me, this is awkward,â you groan, taking a large sip from your drink. âCan we get out of here?â
âBabes, we just ordered another round,â Seungkwan points out, lifting his full Gin and Tonic to show you.Â
âDonât be like this,â Soonyoung pouts. âHarley man is a bartender, so what? He canât ruin our night. Maybe he doesnât even recougnize you!â
âIf heâs been staring, I bet you he does,â Seungkwan points out, taking a swig of his drink.
âThanks, Seungkwan,â you say sarcastically, âthat really makes me feel so much better.â
Your friend only grins, raising his glass.Â
You do your best to be calm, but you canât control the racing of your heart. Your gaze keeps shifting to Jeon, and then, the night takes a turn for the worse: Mingyu walks in, followed closely by Cheol, and some other guy you havenât met.
The group walks right up to the bartop, and you note the way Mingyu grins at Jeon, holding out a hand so the two can do a slight hug over the counter before the three men take their seats.Â
âShit,â you whisper, downing your drink.Â
âWhat?â Soonyoung also whispers, following your gaze.
âThatâs my neighbour,â you explain. âThis is not good.â
âLooks like they know each other,â Seungkwan points out.
âAgain,â you sigh, ânot helping. Fuck me, I need to go to the bathroom.â
You stand abruptly from the table, darting off to the space at the back of the bar. In the ladies room, you splash your hands with cold water, trying to chase away the fire that licks across your skin. Your heart is still thundering in your chest, and deep breaths donât do anything to help.Â
You feel like youâre caged in- like thereâs no way out of this bar without running into Jeon and Mingyu.Â
Youâre not sure how long you stay in the washroom, trying to relax- you give your friends time to finish their drinks, and youâre hoping that when you exit, you can simply escape with them, using the three men as a human shield.
When you exit the bathroom, however, you run directly into Mingyu, whoâs just coming out of the menâs room.
âSorry-â he apologizes, only to look you up and down. âNo way! Neighbour? Damn, I didnât expect to see you here!â
âOh, hi,â you say awkwardly, forcing a smile.
âHowâs your night going?â You usually like Mingyuâs happy energy, but right now, it feels nearly overwhelming.
âGood, you?â
âMy nightâs going great- hey, listen, I want you to meet someone!â Mingyu grabs your hand, and before you can stop him, your large neighbour is dragging you back out into the bar.Â
As he tugs you closer and closer to Jeon, pieces begin to click in your head, and when you reach the bartop, youâre not even surprised when Mingyu says, âThis is Wonwoo, my roommate!â He had mentioned Wonwoo worked at a bar, after all.Â
âHi,â you say awkwardly, forcing get another smile.
Jeon - or Wonwoo - looks you up and down. God, heâs even more handsome than his Tinder pictures had made him out to be. But fuck, youâve heard him fucking other girls through your bedroom wall over three times- and youâd ghosted him-
âHi,â Wonwoo echoes, his voice all deep and sexy in the loud noise of the bar.
You feel like the wind has been knocked out of you.Â
âWonwoo, this is our neighbour, you know, the one I mentioned.â Thereâs an insinuation in Mingyuâs tone, and the fact that heâd talked about you to Wonwoo has your stomach erupting into erratic butterflies that threaten to catch in your throat.
âRight.â Wonwooâs tone is so unimpressed, and youâd bet your life the man is holding a grudge over the whole ghosting thing.
âWait, Y/N, you should join us for a drink!â Mingyu suggests.
âActually, Iâm here with friends, I should really get back to them,â you say awkwardly, tugging your hand away from Mingyuâs grip. âThanks for the offer though.â
âRight, yeah, okay.â God, Mingyu looks like a kicked puppy, but then he flashes you a smile and your heart melts. âListen, text me, just to let me know when you get home safe.â
âYou got it,â you agree quickly, giving him a tight lipped grin before you nearly stumble over yourself to get back to your table. âGuys, we have to leave, now.âÂ
âWhat happened?â Seokmin asks, clearly concerned while Seungkwan sighs and pulls out a wad of cash.
âThey do know each other,â Soonyoung blurts out.
âTurns out Harley Jeon isnât just Harley Jeon, heâs also Wonwoo, Mingyuâs roommate,â you quickly explain, grabbing your jacket to wrap around your body.
Soonyoungâs eyes light up in realization. âAnd they were roommates,â he whispers.
âAnd I ghosted one of them!â you whisper yell back. âThe same one who Iâve heard fucking multiple girls through my wall over three times!â
Seungkwan lets out a chuckle. âGirl. Youâre fucked.âÂ
FiveÂ
Jeonghan lets out a deep sigh. âYou know, when Seokmin texted me to come check on you for some Grade-A Tea, I never expected any of this.âÂ
âYeah, yeah,â you roll your eyes. âI know Iâm in deep shit.â
âNah, youâre good,â your cousin assures you, standing and stretching. âYouâll figure it out.â
âI wish I had the confidence in myself that you have in me,â you breathe, also rising to your feet. Jeonghanâs been over for a while now, and after giving him all the gossip, you feel like you could use some time to yourself.Â
âYouâll get there,â your cousin assures you, heading toward your front door so he can slip into his shoes. âKeep me updated.â
âI will. Thanks for coming to see me.â
âOf course,â Jeonghan opens your front door, stepping into the hallway before pulling you into a hug. âIf I didnât have a board meeting tomorrow, you know Iâd stay longer.â
âI know. But Iâm good,â you assure him. âI think Iâll sleep early tonight. This week has been a lot.â
âSounds like it,â he nods, releasing you in favor of heading over to the elevator. Before he can press the button, however, the elevator dings, the doors opening. Wonwoo steps out. He stops infront of Jeonghan, giving him a once over before his eyes shift to you, still standing by the doorway to your unit.
Then, to your annoyance, Wonwoo grins, shaking his head and brushing past your cousin.
Jeonghan gets into the elevator, the doors closing, and as Wonwoo walks past you, you canât help but make waves. âWhat?â
âI never said anything.â Wonwoo stops in front of you, hands nonchalantly tucked in the leather pockets of his jacket.
âYou gave me a look,â you insist.Â
He shrugs. âItâs just gonna break Gyuâs heart to know you already have a man in your life, thatâs all.â
You roll your eyes. âThat was my cousin.â
âSure it was.â
âIt was!â You canât help the way your voice is raising.
âAnd the guys at the bar?â
âFriends!âÂ
âRight.âÂ
He turns to leave, and you swallow thickly, mind reeling for a comeback.
âI just donât see how you can be making assumptions about me,â you state.
Wonwoo stops, gaze finding you again. âWhat do you mean?â
âJust that.. I mean⌠Iâve heard you fucking girls, mister Jeon, if thatâs even your real name!âÂ
He actually grins at your words, eye brows raising in surprise. âGirl, actually, singular. It was one girl. A recent hookup. Sheâs not into gags like the others, theyâre generally pretty quiet for you, arenât they?âÂ
Youâre so shocked by what heâs just said that you physically take a step back, jaw dropping.
âOh, and by the way,â Wonwoo heads to his door, reaching into his jacket for his keys. âMister Jeon is what people call my father, Iâm sure you know that I prefer to be called Daddy.âÂ
He unlocks his apartment, flashing you a wink before he heads inside. You stand in your doorway for a solid ten seconds, processing his words before you go back to your room to scream into a pillow.
Six
After the events of the week, and work on top of that, a nap the moment you're done sending the last emails of the day is exactly what you need.
Birds are singing outside, your window ajar. The warming air carries the scent of blossoming buds, and you relax against your pillow, enjoying the feeling of your duvet against your skin.
Youâre just drifting off when a loud engine jolts you back into consciousness. You flop onto your back, staring at the ceiling.Â
Youâve been a motorcycle fan for long enough to know the sound of one when you hear it, and as the revving continues, youâd bet your right hand that some jackass is doing burnouts in the alley outside.
Itâs probably some enthusiastic douchebag who has finally brought their motorcycle out of the garage after a long winter-
Actually, wait. You know an asshole with a motorcycle. An asshole with a Harley to be exact.Â
Fucking Jeon Wonwoo.Â
God, you hate that man.
Grabbing your pillow, you burry your head under it, wishing for the sounds to stop.Â
Surprisingly, soon enough, you hear the motorcycle take off, with two more engines revving up to follow.Â
Your apartment complex used to be so nice and peaceful.
It used to be.
Seven
After your nap had been interrupted, youâd trudged around for a while. Itâs the evening now, and you have no energy to cook, so youâve ordered takeout. When you head down to the lobby to grab your food, you bump into Mingyu.
âLook at us, always running into each other,â he grins, watching you step by him to bend down and pick up your takeout.
âSeems like a common theme,â you agree, letting out a sigh.
âYou good, neighbour? You look tired.â
âYou want the truth?â you ask, straightening to look at him.
âAlways.â He holds the door open for you to come back into the apartment complex.Â
As you head to the elevator, you choose your words carefully, after all, youâre pretty sure Wonwoo was culprit behind the motorcycle incident two hours ago. âI just⌠I was trying to have a nap after work, been tired lately, and some guy was revving his motorcycle outside my window. He woke me up and I was too irritated to go back to sleep.â
As you enter the elevator, you notice Mingyuâs skin turning pink, and his adamâs apple bobs as he swallows thickly. âActually⌠uh⌠I, uhâŚâ He rubs the back of his neck. âI have a Harley, but uh, I got a new sportsbike, and that was me doing burnouts to test it out a little.â
Your heart lurches into your throat, your jaw dropping. When it comes to your neighbours in 317, you always find yourself conflicted. Youâre annoyed at him, but at the same time, the fact that he also has a motorcycle makes this ten out of ten man even ten times hotter-
âOh,â you look down at your takeout.Â
âIâm really sorry,â he apologizes quickly. âIt wonât happen again- you wonât tell our building manager it was me right? Like, weâre good?â
âYeah, weâre good,â you let out a breath. âI mean, technically quiet hours donât start till ten pm, and this was like, five, so I guess itâs my own fault for trying to nap so early.â
âNot your fault,â he assures you. âYou definitely look like you need some rest- if it helps, I promise no burnouts near the apartment.â Mingyu even crosses his heart, and your body relaxes, shoulders slumping as you crack a smile.
âOkay, that would be nice.â
The elevator dings as it reaches your floor, and the two of you exit together, closing the short distance to your door.Â
âYour takeout smells good,â Mingyu notes. âMaybe you could put yourself in a food coma and pass out for a bit, I promise there will be no noise issues tonight.â
âThat sounds nice, actually,â you admit.
âAlso uh⌠you know, you still havenât taken me up on that offer about coming over sometime.â
When you look over at Mingyu, you find him leaning against the hallway wall, staring down at you with soft puppy dog eyes.
âYeah, Iâve been busy-â you search for an excuse. âAlso, I mean, I donât know if Wonwoo would be good with me coming over.â
âWhy wouldnât he be?â Mingyu shrugs, which is when you realize that Wonwoo must not have told Mingyu anything about your failed dates or the ghosting.Â
âHe just didnât seem to like me very much when you introduced us,â you blurt out, grasping for straws.
âHe always has a resting bitch face, donât take it personally,â Mingyu assures you. âSeriously, come over sometime, we donât bite.â
Mingyu might not, but you get the sneaking suspicion that Wonwoo does.
Eight
The reverse harem adult romance your reading had drawn you in when youâd first opened it, but as time goes by, your mind keeps wandering when you reach the sex scenes.Â
Threesomes have you imagining Wonwoo and Mingyu, and try as you might, you canât shake the image from your head.
It doesnât help that they fit the character personalities, one puppylike lover, and one more stoic and dominant. You canât help but wonder what the two would be like in bed, and with a groan of frustration, you slot your bookmark between the pages and set the novel down on the bed next to you.
As you sit there, deep in thought, you think about what Mingyu had said about owning a Harley.Â
Thatâs when you realize, last summer, when Wonwoo had suggested a Harley ride night as a date- if you had gone with him, would you have met Mingyu?
You decide that Mingyu definitely would have been there.
Itâs interesting how the domino effect works- or maybe this is invisible string theory; the idea that, you can pass someone, or have missed chances, but one way or another, that person will always end up in your life.
What would have happened if youâd met Mingyu that way?Â
What would have happened if youâd met Wonwoo that way?Â
At the moment, thereâs no question as to which of the two neighbours you prefer. Mingyu is happy and welcoming, he always has a smile, and you could see yourself having a great relationship with him- if things were to take a turn that way.
But on the flip side, Wonwoo is more similar to the type youâve dated in the past.
If one neighbour is a Doberman, then the other is a Golden Retriever. Theyâre like night and day, and yet, youâre drawn to both, as if some gravitational or celestial power is pulling you to them⌠it also helps that they both have motorcycles.Â
How had it been so easy to ghost Wonwoo in the past, only to find yourself at a crossroads with his roommate seven months later?
Nine
Youâre outside your apartment waiting for an Uber when two familiar men on motorcycles pull up in front of you.Â
Wonwooâs on his Harley. Itâs all black, and although youâre not very well verses with motorcycle types, youâre pretty sure itâs a Fat Boy or a Street Bob- but as you stare at the wheels, you begin to lean toward Street Bob.Â
Mingyu, in contrast, is on a red Kawasaki Ninja, which is evident by the name on the side. He lifts up his visor when he comes to a stop two feet away. âHey, neighbour,â he greets you. âWaiting for someone?â
âAn Uber is picking me up.â
âAn Uber?â Mingyu looks around. âWhere are you headed?â
âA family thing. Weâre going to be drinking so I figured I shouldnât drive,â you explain.
âGood idea,â he nods, then, without skipping a beat, he asks, âWanna ride?â
You gaze shifts from Mingyu to Wonwoo, and you can practically see the Harley rider roll his eyes. With an aggressive rev of his engine, Wonwoo bolts off, leaving you and Mingyu in his dust.
âUh, donât you two have plans?â you ask.
âWe did, but we were just going for a ride. I can take you where you need to be and meet him later,â Mingyu shrugs. âSeriously, donât mind him.â
Youâve been on a motorcycle once before, and you know enough to understand that the short romper and light spring jacket youâre wearing is not enough to protect you on the back of a bike. And thatâs the least of your worries. âI donât have a helmet-â
Mingyu begins to undo his, and you watch in shock as he pulls it off, shaking out his hair and offering you the red head gear. âTake mine.â
âIsnât it illegal to ride without one?â
âWeâll be fast- but not dangerous, Iâll be good, I promise. Where are we going?â
With a deep breath, you pull up your Auntâs house on your phoneâs map app, showing it to Mingyu.Â
âI can get you there in ten minutes, easy,â he says.Â
âThis is not a good idea,â you warn, although you accept the helmet.Â
âCancel your Uber,â Mingyu urges softly. âLet me do this for you.â
With one last sigh, you cancel your ride, then, you allow Mingyu to help you onto the back of his bike.Â
âHave you ever been on one of these before?â he asks.
âOnce,â you admit, adjusting the helmet on your head before you tentatively wrap your arms around Mingyuâs large body.Â
âJust hold on tight.â
âTake care of me,â you retort.
Mingyu grins. âAlways.â
A moment later, heâs revving his engine, and the two of you take off on his bike, your clothes whipping around and contorting flat to the curves of your form.
You hold Mingyu tighter, and he takes one hand off his handlebars to rest it over yours for a second, giving you a reassuring squeeze.
When he pulls onto the main road, Mingyu is true to his word about not being dangerous. He doesnât lane split or push the bike too hard. When you come up to traffic, he waits patiently, resting his elbow on your knee as if this is something the two of you have done together a hundred times before.
You become so lost in how attracted you are to Mingyu- how you have to hug him tight when he accelerates, that the trip is over before you know it. He pulls up to your aunts house, turning to offer you a hand so you can get off the Ninja.Â
Your legs feel wobbly as you step on solid ground, and Mingyu helps you with the chin clasp of the helmet, removing it easily.Â
âThanks for being my backpack,â he smiles.
âThanks for giving me a ride,â you grin back.
âIf you want, you can text me when youâre done, and Iâll get you home safe. Iâll even bring a spare helmet this time, and maybe a proper riding jacket for you.â
âThat would be really nice actually.â
âYou got it, angel,â Mingyu flashes you a wink before he pulls the helmet onto his head. You move to the sidewalk, standing there to watch him as he gives you one last nod and takes off, the engine loud enough to be heard even as he makes it two blocks away in record time.
A low whistle startles you, and you turn to see Jeonghan standing in the driveway. âDamn, that dude was hot.â
âThatâs my neighbour,â you sigh.
âWhich one?â
âThe good one!â
âYou should take him up on that offer of hanging out,â Jeonghan suggests.
âAnd you should keep your nose out of my love life.â
Your cousin simply laughs. âNever going to happen.â
Ten
The jacket Mingyu brings for you when he picks you up from your family gathering is long enough to be a dress. You struggle with the thick material as you try to get on his bike, and you can see Mingyu grinning from the opening in his full face helmet.
âThatâs it,â he encourages you, allowing you to settle behind him.
You pat his thigh when youâre good to go, and the two of you slot down your visors before he takes off.
Itâs the late evening now, and being on his bike feels different in the dark. The city lights whip past you, and the lanes are pretty empty for Mingyu to go faster. Now that youâre both in full protective gear, thereâs not as much of a need to be safe, although, as you hold tightly to your neighbour, you realize this might be as safe as youâve ever felt.
You trust Mingyu, in a way that you canât quite explain.Â
As it was before, itâs easy to get lost in the act of being on Mingyuâs motorcycle, and before you know it, heâs pulling into your apartment complexâs underground garage.Â
You hate that the ride has ended so quickly, and you hate it even more that you have to let go of Mingyuâs large, warm body. You stand next to the motorcycle while he gets off of it, and you wait patiently for him to take off his helmet before he helps you with your own.
âDo you have plans for the rest of the night?â Mingyu asks while the two of you walk toward the elevator.
âNot really,â you admit. In fact, youâre feeling a little tired. You hadnât drank as much at the family dinner as you thought you would, and sleep sounds pretty good right about now.
âDo you wanna come see my place?â
âI really shouldnât-â
âIf youâre worried about Wonwoo, he went to work before I came to pick you up,â Mingyu tells you. âCome on, just one drink or something. Donât you wanna compare your one bedroom to my two bedroom?â
You are curious to see what sort of decorations these two men have- theyâre mid to late twenties at best, and you love to laugh.Â
âFine, one drink,â you let out a breath as you enter the elevator, turning to look up at Mingyu. âWhy do you care so much if I come over? Like, honestly?â
Mingyu meets your gaze, fiddling with the helmet in his hand. âI guess maybe⌠because I like you.â He shrugs. âYouâre a good neighbour, and an even better backpack. You look cute in my jacket- why wouldnât I want to get to know you better?â
âThatâs a good answer,â you admit with a laugh.
âIâm glad you liked it,â he grins.Â
When the two of you exit the elevator, you follow Mingyu past your apartment to his own door. You watch the way he pulls out his keys, fumbling a little to get into his place. He lets you enter first, and you step into the foreign home with a curious gaze.
You slip out of your shoes, undoing his jacket around your shoulders as you wander further into the apartment. The two men are cleaner than you would have expected. The furniture is minimalist, and mostly cream coloured- which isnât a shade you would have thought would match the motorcycle riding, black wearing men. You wonder how the couch in the den is so well kept- thereâs not a hint of stains on the nicely textured cover, no beer or food-
Thereâs no dirty dishes in the sink, no miscellaneous bowl of car keys and other shit that guys always tend to carry in their pockets.
In fact, this place almost looks like a âgirl sanctuary,â the type of pintrest board apartment inspo youâd find online.Â
âWhat do you think?â Mingyu asks, coming up behind you and helping you take off his jacket.
âItâs really nice,â you say honestly. âNot what I expected.â
âIâm a bit of a neat freak,â he admits with a chuckle.
So heâs big, muscled, kind, rides a motorcycle, and he knows how to do housewife cleaning duties? How did you ever manage to score a jackpot like him for a neighbour?Â
âAnyways, take a seat on the couch, Iâll grab some beer. You drink beer, right?â
âSure.â You move to settle into the sofa, and Mingyu brings over two cans of lager from the fridge, cracking one open before he hands it to you.Â
âCheers,â he grins, gently clinking his can against your own.Â
You take a sip, focusing on the way Mingyu sits on the other end of the couch, angling his body toward you. âSo⌠you mentioned you work at a tattoo parlour? How did you get into that?â
âIâve always been into art,â he explains. âMy buddy Cheol was more into tattoos with me, opened up his own shop and encouraged me to apprentice with him after I graduated from uni with my arts degree. I wish there was more to it, but I really just got kind of lucky.â
The list of his good qualities just keeps getting better and better- a university educated man? Yes please.
âI guess, maybe what Iâm wondering is why you donât have any tattoos yourself?â you ask, looking at the beautiful unblemished skin shown off by his muscle shirt.
Mingyu laughs, also gazing down at his arms. âWould you judge me if I told you Iâm scared of needles.â
âThatâs cute,â you grin, sipping your beer.Â
âYouâre cute,â he retorts, mirroring your motion and trying to hide his smile behind the can in his hand. âAnyways, you said youâd been on a motorcycle before?â
âYeah, just once.â
âTell me about it?â
âThereâs nothing much to say,â you admit. âWent on a date with a guy, he mentioned he had a sports bike, offered to take me for a ride, so I said yes.â
âSoâŚâ Mingyu taps his fingers along his beer can, âyou like guys with bikes?â
You let out a laugh. âMaybe.âÂ
âIâm feeling better and better about my odds,â Mingyu smiles.Â
âYour odds are very good,â you tell him. Now itâs your turn to drink in an effort to hide the massive grin on your face.
âYeah? I was a little worried, I mean, I gave you my number and you didnât text- took a little bit of convincing to get you on my bike, to get you into the apartment- I hope I didnât overstep anything there.â
âNo, youâre fine,â you assure him. âI can just⌠be a bit shy sometimes.â
âItâs cute though.â
Your skin heats at the compliment, heart thundering in your rib cage. âWhat about you? Iâm into bikes, are you into cute girls?â
âA hundred percent,â he nods. âTheyâre my favourite kind.â
âDo you have any experience dating neighbours?â
âNo, but Iâd like that to change.â
âDo you think being neighbours could complicate things?â you enquire.
âI mean⌠if I didnât see you as girlfriend material, then yeah, Iâd never turn a neighbour into a hookup, but then again, Iâm not huge into hookups to begin with,â Mingyu explains.
âYou know⌠Iâm trying to find even one red flag about you, and Iâm seriously coming up empty.â
âIs that such a bad thing?â
You smile, looking down at your nearly finished beer. âI guess not.â
âHow about you? Any red flags?â he asks.Â
Aside from the downright pornographic books you read on the daily? âProbably not.â
âProbably not, huh?â Mingyu chuckles. âMaybe I should be the one keeping a look out for red, but then again, with rose tinted glasses, red wouldnât stand out that much to me anyways.âÂ
Youâd not expected your night to turn out like this. Youâd figured it would be a nice family dinner, some drinking, then an Uber home and sleep. Instead, youâve been on Mingyuâs bike twice, worn his jacket, his helmet- and now youâre here in his house, with your hot neighbour flirting with you in the most wholesome way-
In your tired state, youâre feeling a little overwhelmed. Your shyness is taking over- the fear of the unknown, of making a misstep, clouding your enjoyment of the peaceful space Mingyu has created in his apartment.
âListen, donât take this the wrong way,â you sigh, finishing your beer, âBut Iâm really tired-â
âYeah, no worries, I said just one beer and it looks like youâre done,â Mingyu is quick to down the rest of his, reaching out to take your can so he can move to the kitchen. He places the empties under his sink, and you follow, keeping your distance.
âThank you for this though. I know we didnât talk for that long, but I feel like I know you better,â you admit.Â
âIâve still got a lot of questions for you,â he grins. âBut Iâll save those for another time. Iâm not about to get in the way of a girl and her beauty sleep.â
âI appreciate that.â The two of you head to his door, and you slip your shoes on.
âCan I give you a goodbye hug or something?â Mingyu suggests. âIt would feel weird letting you leave without one.â
You nod, allowing Mingyu to pull you close to his chest. Heâs so tall, your cheek pressed tight to his well defined pecs- and fuck, he smells good. This isnât the overpowering Gucci type cologne that Soonyoung wears, itâs a more muted, spicy yet clean scent. Itâs the type of scent that encourages you to take a deep breath, your body relaxing as your neighbour hugs you.
âThanks for coming over,â Mingyu whispers.
When you go to pull away, you find yourself tilting your head to look up at him. Your eyes meet, and it feels as if youâre hanging in a moment frozen in time. Your breath catches when his gaze dips down to your mouth, and you know whatâs coming next.
His hand cups your cheek, stroking your skin, and he gives you ample opportunity to pull away, but you donât. You simply stare into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, waiting for him to make the move that you know is going to capture your heart completely.
When his lips finally touch yours, that sense of relief washes over you again. You shift in his embrace, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to pull him closer. Mingyu lets out a soft sigh of contentment, parting his mouth ever so slightly so he can lick at your lower lip.
You mirror the motion, your tongues gently clashing.Â
Youâve met some guys who try to force their way into your mouth, who try to dominate you- but Mingyu isnât like that. Heâs soft and fluid, reacting to your movements moreso than anything else. His hands slip down to your hips, holding you close while you kiss each other.
No first kiss has ever felt this natural, and like with riding the bike, it becomes so easy to get lost in your neighbour.
When you finally break away, youâre both breathing heavily. You can taste the beer on your lips, and it makes you release a small laugh, giddy joy surging through your entire body.
âThat wasâŚâ Mingyu swallows thickly, âwow.â
âYeah,â you agree. âWow.âÂ
Eleven
Itâs been two weeks since you started getting to know Mingyu better. Youâve gone on motorcycle dates, stopped at food trucks while enjoying the sunshine of spring, and when Wonwooâs not around, Mingyu has invited you over for movie nights.
While thereâs been lots of kissing, and a growing desire for more, the two of you havenât gone much farther than second base. You kind of like taking things slow with Mingyu, heâs very good at not applying any pressure, and you adore that about him.
Youâre hanging out in your apartment when Mingyu calls you, asking if you have any garlic he can borrow for his meal plan. Part of you thinks itâs a little late for dinner, but you agree anyways.Â
Sometimes you think he comes up with this sort of thing just to see you, stealing kisses at your door- but this time, when he comes over to grab ingredients, he doesnât simply wait in the hallway.
âCan I come in?â he asks, peering at your apartment beyond.
âCome in?â you repeat.
âYeah, I mean, youâve seen my place, and I havenât really gotten to see yours yet.â He sounds nonchalant, but you can tell that your personal space - the way you conduct yourself in your own home - is something that makes him curious.
âOkay.â You step away from the door. âCome on in.â
Mingyu bends down to kiss you as he steps over the threshold, and you grin against his lips, enjoying the way his hands softly grab your waist.Â
âIâm guessing you didnât really need garlic, did you?â you tease.
âNope, I ate dinner after work.â Mingyu takes his shoes off while you close the door behind him, and he looks around your apartment. âItâs nice in here.â
âThank you.â
âDo you want to give me a tour?â he asks.
You let out a giggle. âOkay.âÂ
Youâve never given a formal tour of your apartment before, but you do your best, showing him through the kitchen and the small living room area. Youâve got certain knick knacks that are special to you, and you explain them to Mingyu while he listens with a smile.
Finally, you make it to your bedroom. Before you can even open your mouth to say anything, Mingyuâs arms are wrapping around you, his chest pressed to your back, lips on your throat.
He already knows your sweet spots, and you let out a soft sigh, tilting your head to make things easier for him.
âGyuâŚâ
âDo you want me to stop?â he whispers in your ear, nibbling gently on the lobe.
âNo.â
You hadnât expected this tonight, but youâre at a point now where you donât want to wait. Mingyu isnât the type to use you and leave you. Heâs made his intentions clear, and the sexual chemistry between the two of you is undeniable.Â
You find yourself turning in Mingyuâs embrace, cupping his cheek so you can draw his lips to yours. He lets out an immediate groan of satisfaction, and it goes straight to your core, which flutters with delight. You kiss him deeply, pouring all your wants and desires into the meeting of your mouths.
Then your hands find the bottom of his shirt, and before you know it, youâre stripping the fabric from Mingyuâs body and tracing your hands over the muscles you love so much.
His body jolts when you tease your nails across his lower abdomen, and it prompts Mingyu to reach down, cupping your ass and easily lifting you up. Your legs wrap around his hips, tongues clashing in a lusty battle as he carries you to your bed.
Your hands trace along his strong shoulders as he lays you onto the mattress, looking down at you with blown pupils. Heâs breathing heavily already, and you can see the bulge of his cock through his jeans.Â
Youâve grinded against him before, sitting on his lap on his couch while he rubs your tits through your comfortable evening sweaters, so you know how big Mingyu is, but knowing heâs about to be inside of you makes your heart race in an entirely different way.
âAre you sure youâre okay with this?â Mingyu asks again, straightening to look down at you.
âUh huh,â you sit up, meeting his gaze. Then you reach out, undoing his buckle while keeping steady eye contact.Â
âFuck,â Mingyu groans, chest heaving with each breath. âYou donât have to-â
âDonât have to what?â you tease, moving onto the zipper, which you tug down roughly.
âDonât have to-â he swallows thickly. âI want to make you feel good.âÂ
âWhat if you do that after?â you suggest. âI want to make you feel good first.âÂ
âFuck, Angel, okay.âÂ
âYeah?â You raise a brow at him, hooking your fingers in his jeans and briefs.
âYeah,â he nods quickly. âDo whatever you want- whatever you want.â
You tug his pants down, allowing them to bag at his knees. Youâre already much too focused on the cock in front of you to care about getting him fully undressed.
Your eyes take in Mingyuâs rock hard length. Youâre not great with measurements, but you swear he must be seven or eight inches. Heâs got a pretty mushroom tip, all flushed and pink. Thereâs a prominent vein running along the underside of him, and it makes your mouth water.
You havenât sucked cock in a while, but youâd read a very good erotica about it last night, and you know exactly what to do.Â
Grabbing the base of him, you angle Mingyuâs cock slightly upward, running your tongue along the vein.
âShit,â Mingyu groans, hands flying to your head. He doesnât apply any pressure, simply strokes you as you take the tip past your lips, suckling on it and twirling your tongue. âYouâre- fuck, youâre good at this.â
You let out a happy hum, and the vibration makes him twitch, pushing him further into your mouth.Â
Your eyes are closed now, and you allow yourself to enjoy the act of pleasuring Mingyu. After being so patient with you over the past few weeks, he deserves it. The sounds heâs letting out are more than enough encouragement for you, and soon, your drool begins to drip down to your fingers, making it easier for you to pump his neglected shaft.
Thereâs no way in Hell youâll ever be able to fit all of him in your mouth, but unless heâs used to dating women schooled in oral aerobics or some shit, you doubt any of his past lovers have ever achieved that feat either.
Instead, you focus most of your attention on the tip, knowing that the head of his cock is where heâs got a lot of his nerve endings.Â
Your tongue dips along his slit, tasting the salty precum. Mingyu moans loudly above you, fingers threading through your hair.
âIf you keep doing that, Iâm gonna cum too fast,â he warns you.
Part of you wants him to cum, so you go even harder- only for Mingyu to gently pull you off of him.
You blink up at the gorgeous man, pleased to find that heâs flushed. His chest, shoulders, neck and cheeks are all a pretty pink colour, and heâs panting heavily. âSeriously, Angel, I donât want to cum yet.â
âWhat if I want you to cum?â
âIâm not making you swallow the first time we sleep together,â Mingyu states, and you can tell that itâs a hard boundary. âAnd Iâm not cumming on you either- I thinkâŚâ he licks his lips, âI think itâs my turn to make you feel good now.âÂ
âYeah?â
He nods. âYeah.â
Then Mingyu leans down over you, grabbing your shirt and tugging it off. Your pants are discarded next, left on the floor next to his own while he adjusts you on your bed.
Heâs left your bra and panties on, and when his lips find yours again, you kind of appreciate that heâs intent on more foreplay.
Your core is aching through the cotton fabric, and your nipples are pressing up toward the cups still confining them. Itâs driving you crazy as he kisses you deeply, but then one of his hands reaches up to massage you through your bra, and you let out a sinful whine.
âTake it off,â you whimper, âplease.â
Mingyuâs mouth moves from your lips to your throat, and he reaches under you, undoing the clasp. He gently pulls the bra from your form, and his kisses finally make it to your breasts.Â
His soft hair is teasing your skin with each kiss, but when his lips wrap around your sensitive nipple, you canât even find it within yourself to care about the slight ticklish sensation. Mingyuâs got your full attention now, his teeth gently dragging across the hardened bud, making you cry out even louder.
You grab at his broad shoulders, holding onto him for dear life, wriggling under his large form.Â
His cock is pressing between your legs, rubbing against your pussy through the thin fabric of your panties.
âFuck, Gyu-â you whimper. âI want you so bad.â
He groans in response, moving to your other breast to pay it as much attention as he had the first. Your neighbour takes his time, and you enjoy every second of it, although youâre absolutely desperate for more.
You want him to take the lead, as you lean more toward a submissive temperament in bed, despite the ballsy way youâd approach sucking his cock for the first time.
You wonder if heâs aching the way you are- if heâs throbbing with need for you the way your pussy is already trying to clench around nothing, anticipating the cock thatâs going to split you open in a way that no man ever has before.Â
Unable to help yourself anymore, you reach down between your bodies, grabbing his length and pumping him gently. Mingyu groans against your breasts, giving you one last lick before he brings his mouth up to your own again.
âAngel, fuck-â he practically whimpers, thrusting toward your hand. âYouâre not ready yet.â
âIâm ready,â you try to assure him.
âTrust me,â Mingyuâs hand slips into your panties, two fingers teasing your core, âAs wet as you are, youâre not ready for me.â
âGyu-â You want to argue, but when he pushes two digits into your core, you realize heâs right. Because even with two fingers, you feel like heâs stretching your tight walls.Â
Youâre so wet that it makes it easy for Mingyu to begin finger fucking you, his mouth finding your throat so he can kiss your sweet spot desperately while you continue to stroke his cock.Â
âWanna make you cum once,â he groans, âbefore- fuck, before I take you.â
Your core throbs at his words, and itâs clear from the smile you feel against your skin that Mingyu can feel the way your body is reacting to him.
âDo you like when I talk dirty to you, Angel?â he asks.
âYeah.â You nod, applying more pressure as you stroke him off.
âYouâre already taking my fingers so well, who got you this wet?â
âYou did, Gyu,â you whimper.
âCan you cum with just fingers? Or should I rub your sensitive little clit too?â
âMy clit-â
His palm immediately finds the bud of nerves, and you let out a strangled gasp, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. âFuck-â Your hand stops on his cock in favour of grabbing both of his shoulders.
âLike this?â he asks, applying a little more pressure that has you wiggling beneath him.Â
âYeah, just like that,â you groan, threading your fingers through his hair, guiding him to continue kissing your throat while he finger fucks you open.
âHave you wanted this as much as I have?â
âEven more,â you confess.
âNot possible,â he retorts, but by the squelching of your pussy, youâre pretty sure you have him beat. You donât have the energy or the mental focus to fight him on this, so you simply give in to the pleasure heâs providing you. âSo good for me.â
âGyu-â you whimper, legs shaking as your orgasm builds much too fast in the pit of your stomach.
âAlways so good for me,â he continues. âThe best backpack. The best neighbour. The best girl-â
You cry out as your orgasm slams into you with no warning. Something about this brand of praise has made you feral, and your core throbs around Mingyuâs fingers as he works you through your high.
âJust like that,â he coos. âSo good for me.â
You draw his lips to yours, kissing him breathlessly. He kisses you back, tongue invading your mouth and gently stroking your own.
Youâre practically shaking by the time your orgasm is over, and Mingyu pulls his hand out of your panties. âIâm gonna take these off now,â he tells you, pressing a kiss to your nose. âAnd grab a condom.â
âActuallyâŚâ You bite at your lip, meeting his gaze. âIâm on birth control.â
He pauses for a moment, and you can see the wheels practically turning in his head. âAnd⌠I mean, I know Iâm clean-â
âIâm clean too,â you assure him. âItâs uh⌠itâs been a while for me, since I⌠well, you know.â
You can feel your skin heating at the admission of your near celibacy over the past few months. While youâve imagined fucking all sorts of heros and villains in your books, the only thing thatâs been inside you recently has been your six inch glittery pink dildo.
âAnd you uh⌠you want me to cum inside?â Mingyu clarifies.
âPlease?â
Mingyu lets out a shaky breath, then he nods. âOkay, yeah, I can do that.â
He tugs your panties down your legs, and before you know it, the two of you are completely naked. Mingyu returns between your thighs, his arm muscles bulging as he holds himself over you, one hand grabbing the base of his cock so he can tease himself through your pussy lips.
âCan I convince you to let me eat you out first?â
âI need you,â you tell him, on the verge of crying if you donât get your way.
âAnother time, then.â
âAnother time,â you agree with a laugh.
The tip of his cock teases by your clit and it makes your entire body jolt at the sensitivity.
âIf itâs uh⌠if itâs too much,â Mingyu licks his lips, tearing his gaze from your core so he can look you in the eyes, âif itâs too much just let me know and Iâll stop.â
âGyu, please, Iâll be okay-â you try to assure him, although, youâre not sure if youâre even certain with yourself on this one. Thereâs a possibility you might not even be able to walk tomorrow, but thatâs a risk youâre more than willing to take.
He brings the tip of his cock down to your wet hole, gently pushing into you. The head alone is enough to have you moaning, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and throwing your head back against the pillows.
âFuck-â
âYeah,â his breath is hot against your chest, âI know, Iâm sorry.â
Itâs so endearing that the man is sorry his cock is so big.
âDonât be sorry,â you let out a laugh, âIâll just have to get used to you.â
âI like the sound of that,â Mingyu admits, pushing another inch past your wet walls. âFuck, you have no idea how good you feel.â
âJust wait till youâre fully inside of me,â you whisper, closing your eyes and doing your best to relax your body so you can take him.
Mingyu lets out a groan, hips gently thrusting so he can coat his cock in your wet juices. Each movement has him burying deeper and deeper, earning sounds of pleasure from your lips.Â
Your nails claw at his shoulders, but itâs clear that Mingyu is too focused on your pussy to even care or notice.Â
âAlmost there,â he tells you, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.
Nothing in the world has ever felt like Mingyu, and as his hips finally come flush to your own and he lets out a sigh of relief, you know that thereâs no coming back from this.Â
You both groan âFuckâ in unison, crashing your lips together a moment later as he begins to move. He starts off slow and gentle, his cock hitting spots so deep that you swear heâs rearranging your guts
Youâve spent years reading erotica, imagining what great sex would really look like, and now, youâre finally experiencing it for yourself.
Youâve never gone completely mind numb for someone before, but with Mingyu, youâre reduced to feral instinct. Sounds like the ones leaving your lips right now are not sounds that have ever come out of you before, and you swear youâve never been this wet in your life.
Each thrust has Mingyuâs tip rubbing against a place that has you seeing stars, and as he picks up his pace, itâs the most you can do to keep kissing him even while wanting to scream with pleasure.
Your nails dig into his shoulders, and when Mingyu releases a grunt, bringing his mouth to your throat so he can gently bite at your skin, you realize he kind of likes the pain.
The thought has your pussy tingling with even more delight, and Mingyu groans loudly.
âSo good,â he moans. âSo fucking good.â
âDonât stop, please, fuck- no one has ever fucked me like this before-â
From the way Mingyu fucks you even harder, itâs clear he also has a praise kink. Itâs funny how often praise and pain go hand in hand in pleasure.
Youâre thankful for all the books youâve read about this sort of thing, because they allow you to read Mingyu in a way that youâve never imagined being able to read someone. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and you adore it.
Mingyu lifts his thigh, angling himself better on the bed so each thrust can go as deep as possible. Your headboard is hitting the wall now, and part of you almost wishes Wonwoo was home so you could annoy him with the sound as much as heâs annoyed you with it.
But at the same time, youâre glad Wonwoo is probably at work. As interesting as being a vouyer is when youâre the one listening in, due to your interesting past with your Harley loving neighbour, youâre not sure how youâd feel about him being privy to this intimate moment youâre sharing with Mingyu.
Itâs clear Mingyu is completely present with you. From the sounds escaping him, you know that heâs not thinking about anyone else listening in. His ability to be completely enraptured by you makes it easier for you to get lost in him again, and when you draw his lips to yours, your mind goes pleasantly blank once more.
Youâre not sure how long he fucks you like this, but soon, his hand finds your clit again, and you realize he wants you to cum with him.
âCan you give me one more?â he asks, looking down at you with those eyes youâve come to adore.
âYeah,â you nod, already feeling the tightening of your abdominal muscles. Youâre still sensitive from your first orgasm, and itâs way too easy for him to get you there again, especially with the way his cock drags against your inner walls and sets your entire body on fire.
âFuck, youâre getting so tight, Angel, holy shit-â Mingyu groans deeply, pressing his forehead against your own. Each panting breath, each whimpered moan and grunt that escapes Mingyu has you closer and closer to the edge.
He should seriously consider getting a job reading erotica for money, like on the Quinn app or something, because fuck, no man has ever sounded this sexy before.Â
âCome on,â he encourages you, âI wonât be able to last, fuck- youâre gonna cum with me, right?â
âYeah-â
âYouâre close?â
âYes-â You dig your nails into his shoulders, closing your eyes and focusing on the way heâs circling your clit.Â
âPlease, please, please,â he practically begs, bringing his lips to your ear. âBe a good girl and cum for me again, come on, Angel, cum on my cock.â
You explode around him, crying out. Your legs tighten around his hips, and Mingyuâs entire body shudders as he cums with you. You can feel your core throbbing around him, milking him of his cum as he fills you to your absolute limit.
Youâre both gasping, holding each other like life lines while orgasms ravage your bodies. Itâs Heaven, but from the way your muscles are contracting, itâs also a little bit of Hell. Nothing has felt this good, but you know youâre going to be exhausted in the morning- fuck, youâre already exhausted.
Mingyuâs thrusts have faltered, but he tries to ride you through your highs. Soon, heâs half collapsing on top of you, your sweaty chests pressed together. Then heâs kissing you desperately, and it feels like youâre both pouring a thousand unsaid words into the meeting of your lips.
You make out for a short while, and then Mingyu pulls out of you, reaching for the kleenex box on your nightstand. âHere,â he offers, holding it between your thighs to stop any cum from dripping onto the bed.
âThanks,â you let out a small laugh. âIâm gonna head to the bathroom.â
âGood idea.â
Your legs are wobbly when you stand up, and it reminds you of the first time youâd gotten off the back of his bike.
You donât mind Mingyu making it hard for you to walk, in both ways.
Inside the bathroom, you do your best to use the toilet and clean up the cum. After double checking yourself in the mirror and deciding to brush your teeth for good measure, you head back to your bedroom⌠which is where you find Mingyu flipping through the most recent book youâve been reading.
Your heart lurches into your throat, body freezing in the doorway.Â
âI didnât know you read this sort of thing,â Mingyu muses, looking up at you.
âWhat?â you squeak.
âErotica,â he responds casually. âThis seems interesting though.â
You slowly approach the bed, joining Mingyu under the covers while he reaches to put your book back on your nightstand.Â
âUhâŚâ you donât even know what to say. âI didnât mean for you to see that.â
Mingyu laughs, pulling you close to his chest. âWhy not? Itâs not like Iâm judging you.â
âYouâre not?â
âNope. Why would I? I think I read somewhere that men like visual porn and women lean towards the written stuff, nothing to be ashamed of.â
He really is the perfect man.
âPlus, I keep seeing shit on tiktok about booktok girls needing their bikertok boy, I donât mind filling that role for you.â Another nonchalant comment that makes your heart do somersaults. âAlthough⌠arenât all of you booktok girls into masked men and threesomes and shit?â
His words make you hide your face against his chest, shyness overcoming you.Â
âSorry, was that an overstep?â he laughs, rubbing your back with a large, warm hand.
âNo, Iâm just not used to talking about this, especially not with guys I just slept with.â
âThe erotica you read is the fantasy youâre interested in, it would be a shame never to talk about it,â Mingyu muses. âThat threesome between the demon knight and the guardian angel seemed pretty interesting.â
âGod, you really werenât supposed to read the book on my nightstand.â You can feel your skin getting hotter with embarrassment with each passing second.
âYouâre adorable.â Mingyu cuddles you closer. âLook, Iâm just going to put this out there, and if your answer is a no, then itâs a no⌠If you ever did want to try a threesome, Wonwoo would be into it.â
Now your heart is really racing, and your entire body stiffens in Mingyuâs embrace.
âShit, my bad for even suggesting it,â Mingyu apologizes immediately.
âItâs not thatâŚâ you take a deep breath. If youâre going to continue things with Mingyu, he needs to know about your past - however unimportant it is - with Wonwoo. âLook⌠I uh⌠I matched with Wonwoo on a dating app last summer, nothing came out of it, but, I donât know, I still feel awkward around him.â
Mingyu is silent for a few seconds, and youâre too scared to look up at his face, too scared of the expression you might find there.
âThat would actually explain a lot,â Mingyu says finally.Â
âIt would?â
âYeah, when I first introduced you two, he was more of an asshole than usual. And that first time I offered you a ride on my bike, he just took off. I kind of chalked it up to him being socially awkward sometimes around cute girls, but, now things make a bit more sense.â
âIâm sorry I didnât tell you earlier.â
âItâs all good,â Mingyu assures you, rubbing your back. âHonestly, Iâm pretty tired. How do you feel about the two of us staying here tonight, cuddling till we fall asleep, and talking more about this in the morning?â
You let out a sigh of relief. âThat actually sounds perfect.â
Twelve - Wonwoo
As if listening to you and Mingyu fuck the first time wasnât enough, Wonwoo had been woken up at three am, and then again at seven to the sound of your moans carrying through his walls.
His room is dark thanks to his black out curtains, but in the blackness of his room, Wonwoo finally snaps. Heâd done his best to wear noise cancellers the first time, to put his head under his pillow the second, but now, Wonwoo has lost all of his resolve.
Your small whimpers are simply too hard to resist, and as Wonwooâs hand slips down to his aching cock, he canât help but wonder what would have happened if things had worked out with you all those months ago. It could be him that youâre under right now, not his best friend, and thatâs a conflicting thought.Â
Wonwoo lets out a quiet sigh as he begins to stroke his hard length. He closes his eyes, focusing on the muffled sounds of pleasure that make it through the walls.
When Mingyu had first mentioned that Wonwooâs escapades had been keeping you up, heâd dismissed it, but now after being woken three times, he can see your annoyance.Â
Heâll have to try to go easier on you.Â
As Wonwoo works himself up to your moans, he wonders if youâve ever been in this exact situation; touching yourself while he got off with someone else just a few feet through a wall.
The thought sends a shiver up Wonwooâs spine and he shifts under his duvet, tossing the fabric off of himself, abdominal muscles clenching with delight.
From the sound of Mingyuâs thrusts and the headboard hitting the wall, Wonwooâs pretty sure Mingyu is close already- fuck, he would be too if he had you to bury his morning wood into. And from the noises escaping you, Wonwoo knows youâre just as close.
He applies more pressure to his aching cock, speeding up his strokes- Wonwoo wants to cum with you and his roommate, although heâs not quite sure why.Â
Sure, once you both cum, his entertainment is over, but thereâs a need to be paired with you both, something that goes beyond a voyeuristic act like watching porn, which he could easily switch to when youâre finished if he wanted to prolong the experience.
A muffled âFuck, Iâm closeâ has Wonwooâs entire body tensing, and as your moans crescendo, the tightly wound knot inside of him snaps. He lets out a gasp, pumping his cock while ropes of his own cum paint his chest.Â
He wishes his hand was you, but the image of you instead of his hand is enough to make another wave of pleasure pass over him. He works himself through it to the point of overstimulation, finally stopping when the headboard sounds cease.
Wonwoo lays there for a moment, eyes closed, catching his breath.
When he finally turns his phone flashlight on and looks down at his chest, he realizes heâs cum more listening to you and Mingyu fuck than heâs probably ever cum inside of a girl.
Itâs then that Wonwoo realizes how truly screwed he is.Â
Thirteen
Seungkwan had nearly spat out his drink when youâd revealed Mingyuâs offer to invite Wonwoo into your bed. Soonyoungâs jaw had dropped, and itâs stayed that way. Seokmin looks like heâs having a panic attack, his cheeks all flushed, his hands tugging at the neckline of his dress shirt.
âSo what are you going to do?â Seungkwan asks finally, taking a sip of his Gin and Tonic with his wide eyes glued to you.
âIâm honestly not sure,â you admit, letting out a sigh.
âBitch,â Seungkwan rolls his eyes, âdonât give us that. You read smutty threesome shit all the time, and here you are, being propositioned by your hot neighbour and his best friend, who both ride motorcycles, I might add- this is a fucking no brainer and we all know it.â
âYouâve been wanting a proper fuck session forever,â Soonyoung agrees.
âItâs actually like⌠one of your biggest things,â Seokmin points out, nodding.Â
âBut donât you think this would be messy?â you ask. âLike, if these were randoms Iâd never see again, it would be one thing- but they live next to me, and Iâm low key dating Mingyu. Wonwoo doesnât seem like the polyamory type.â
âBabes,â Seungkwan reaches a hand across the table to squeeze your forearm, âThis doesnât have to be polyamory. Wonwoo can just be some dude that fucks you with his bestie sometimes. You can mostly focus on Mingyu, I mean, after all, we all know you and Wonwoo donât even really like each other after the whole⌠ghosting thing.âÂ
âWhich is so valid,â Seokmin assures you, also reaching out to grab your hand. âWho suggests a group motorcycle trip as a first date, that was very stupid.â
âPlus, didnât you mention hearing Wonwoo fuck some girl through your wall?â Soonyoung asks, playing with the straw in his bellini. âI bet youâre wondering why she was being so loud. I mean, obviously his dick game must be good.â
âI have been wondering,â you admit. âMingyu is so soft with me, so good and gentle- Wonwoo seems like he might be the opposite.â
âAnd youâll never really know until you give this a try.â Seungkwan pats your hand encouragingly. âI think you have your answer, babes. Go make those smutty dreams of yours come true, or youâll regret it the rest of your life.âÂ
Fourteen
Mingyuâs been coming over more and more often. Even though his place is just next door, he tends to have a preference for holding you until he passes out in your bed. You donât mind, being in his arms helps you get the best rest youâve had in ages, and you never feel closer to him than you do when you wake up next to him in the morning.
Itâs a Sunday, and youâre laying in bed. Mingyu had gotten up, decided heâd wanted you for breakfast, fucked your brains out, and now, youâre stroking each others skin while you catch your breaths.
âAre you thinking about something?â Mingyu asks, and you realize he must have noted your silence.
You take a deep breath, looking up into his eyes. Heâs done his best to foster an environment of safety- you know you can talk to him about anything, and now seems as good a time as any to broach a few subjects that have been weighing you down.
âWhat are we doing?â you ask.
âWeâre cuddling?â
You let out a laugh. âNo, I mean⌠what are we doing? Like⌠Iâve really enjoyed getting to know you, and from the way you spoke at the start of all of this, it sounded like you were looking for a relationship, but ever since you mentioned inviting Wonwoo into bed, I guess Iâm just a little confused about⌠the trajectory of this. Sharing the girl you want to date exclusively with your bestie just doesnât seem like a usual start to a new relationship.âÂ
âValid question,â he nods. âI can see where I caused some confusion⌠I guess, I mean- Itâs not that I want to date you exclusively, I already am dating you exclusively, and I have been since the start.â
While this is news to you, you suppose itâs not the most surprising thing. Mingyu has been spending so much time with you lately, heâd have to be Superman or the worldâs more snakey person to be able to juggle anyone else.
âWhen it comes to the whole Wonwoo thing- If Iâm being honest, weâve been friends forever. Weâve had like⌠three or four threesomes together? So I guess I feel comfortable inviting him because we have that foundation of trust there, and based on the stuff you read - correct me if Iâm wrong - but I think a threesome is on your bucket list.â
Now this is some hot gossip. Youâd never for a moment considered the idea that Wonwoo and Mingyu have shared girls together before- but now that the idea is out in the open, you feel stupid for it having never crossed your mind.Â
âSo there really wouldnât be any jealousy or any problems if Wonwoo joined us?â you clarify.
âThere never have been before. Wonwooâs not the relationship type. If I honestly thought there would be a problem, I wouldnât have brought it up,â Mingyu tells you. âSounds like youâre open to it.â
âI am,â you admit. âAlso⌠Iâm exclusively seeing you too, by the way.â
Mingyu laughs. âI know, Angel. Wonwoo is an exception, the only exception.â
âAgreed.âÂ
âSoâŚâ Mingyu pulls you tighter to his chest. âAre we gonna bring this up with him?â
âDo you want to ask him?â
âI think we should do it together.â
The idea of bringing this up with Wonwoo makes your heart race. âYou think heâll react okay?â
âAngel, he matched with you on Tinder before, and tried to take you out three times, even if you did ghost him, youâre way too sexy for him to ever say no to.â
Fifteen
When youâd arrived at Mingyuâs place after dinner, heâd suggested a movie night. Wonwoo usually gets off work around one am, and with his Harley, Mingyu expected him to be back at one thirty at the latest.Â
Around midnight, youâd fallen asleep, with Mingyu following close behind, and when the sound of the front door unlocking finally pulls you from your slumber, a quick check at the clock tells you itâs already past two.
Mingyu groans behind you, pulling you closer, pressing his lips to the back of your neck.Â
Wonwoo walks into the den area in time to see the exchange, and he pauses by the open concept kitchen, staring at you in the dim darkness of the space.Â
âWhat are you doing out here on the couch?â he asks.
âWe were waiting for you,â you say softly, pushing at Mingyuâs hand in an effort to wake him up fully.
Wonwoo stays quiet, and after a moment, Mingyu finally groans and sits up, turning to look at his best friend. Mingyu rubs at his eyes, yawning. âWe have something to talk to you about,â he mumbles.
âLet's hear it,â Wonwoo sighs, setting his helmet and gloves onto the kitchen counter before he goes to remove his leather jacket.
âYou know what⌠maybe itâs too late for this,â you suggest, turning to look at Mingyu.
âDonât be shy,â he encourages you, pulling you closer and kissing your throat.Â
You note the way your body reacts, head tilting to the side to give him better access. Itâs clear that youâre not as afraid of being watched as youâd thought you might be, and when your gaze shifts to Wonwoo, you find him staring at the place where you and Mingyuâs bodies connect.
A muscle in his jaw feathers, and you see the way his fist clenches at his side, but he stays silent.
âDo you want me to do it?â Mingyu asks.
âYes, please.â
Mingyu gives a reassuring kiss to your cheek. âI know you two have a past-â he begins.
âShe told you about that, did she?â Wonwoo interrupts.
âUh huh, sheâs a good girl like that,â Mingyu holds you tighter. âAnyways, I know you two have a past, and I know youâre attracted to each other-â
âMingyu.â Thereâs a warning tone in Wonwooâs voice now, and it makes your skin tingle.Â
âIâm too tired to do this right,â Mingyu sighs, âbut listen, she wants to try a threesome, weâve done threesomes, I figured Iâd put it on the table, if youâre interested.â
Wonwoo stands in the kitchen for a moment, then he lets out a sigh, turning and placing both of his hands on the counter. He looks down at the ground, and you wonder whatâs going through his head.
âArenât you two dating?â he asks finally.
You open your mouth to respond but decide to shut it, turning to Mingyu to allow him to answer. âYeah, I mean, weâre exclusive.â
âHow can you be exclusive if youâre inviting me into a fucking threesome?â Wonwoo snaps.
âBecause youâre you,â Mingyu shrugs. âWhy do you seem mad?â
Wonwoo lets out a deep sigh. âThis isnât the right way to start a relationship, Gyu.â
You find it comical that Wonwoo - of all people - is trying to school Mingyu on how to treat a girl.Â
âIâm pretty confident in us,â Mingyu grins, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You kind of love how sure he is, and it makes your trust in the budding relationship feel even stronger. âLook, if you donât want to-â
âI want to.âÂ
It feels like the air is knocked from your lungs. Yes, youâve considered this for weeks, but part of you never really thought it would get this far, never thought Wonwoo would actually agree-
âIâve been listening to you two fuck through a wall for weeks,â Wonwoo continues. âOf course I fucking want to.â
âSo whatâs the problem?â Mingyu asks, brows furrowing at why his friend still sounds so angry.
Wonwoo turns to look at you. âThis is going to complicate things.â
âOnly if you let it,â Mingyu argues. âLook, youâre both overthinkers, and I get that, but with me here, Iâll keep us all grounded, I promise.â
âItâs not that easy,â Wonwoo sighs.
âIt can be, if you both let it be.â He sounds so sure, and you want to believe him on this-
âSo is this just going to be a one time thing?â Wonwoo asks, and you note the way his gaze shifts from his roommate to you. Then you feel Mingyuâs eyes too.
âUh⌠I hadnât thought that far,â you admit.
âWe could always just go with the flow,â Mingyu suggests.
âYou know Iâm not that kind of guy,â Wonwoo retorts.
âHonestly, I know it was just a simple case of ghosting, but you two donât seem to actually like each other that much,â Mingyu points out, âunless Iâm misreading something. So how about we give it a shot, and go from there?â
Wonwoo looks to you, and after a moment to consider it, you nod, he mirrors the motion soon after.
âFine. Iâm in.â
âCan you try to sound more enthusiastic?â Mingyu teases. âThis is my Angel Iâm letting you get a taste of.â
âDonât test your luck,â Wonwoo warns. âAre we doing this right now?â
âIâm already half hard just thinking about it,â Mingyu grins. âAre you up for this, Angel?â
Things are happening a little fast for you, but you worry that if you donât bite the bullet and try this now, you might chicken out if you give yourself enough time to overthink and talk yourself out of it.Â
âLetâs do it,â you respond.Â
Wonwoo stares at you from the kitchen, and you wait to see who will move first. Finally, Wonwoo nods. âOkay, my room.â
He walks away without another word. Mingyu is quick to get up, reaching down to tug you to your feet. Youâre a little shocked at how abrupt Wonwoo is being, and how quick Mingyu is to act on Wonwooâs locational choice.
Youâve never seen the inside of Wonwooâs room, and you find it even more minimally furnished than the rest of the apartment. With nothing but a bed, a dresser and a gaming station set up, Wonwoo clearly has very few loves in his life. There are no books, no clothes strewn about- it almost looks like a room straight from the Ikea Catalogue with the theme âmy ocd teenage gamerâs sanctuary.â
The only thing of any true interest, is a tiled wall mount light piece, and from the way Wonwoo is standing near it and looking down at his phone, youâre pretty sure itâs bluetooth. As Mingyu leads you to go sit with him on the bed, the tiles begin to change colour, and youâre not even surprised when Wonwoo goes for a red hue that makes this entire situation feel correctly sinful.
Mingyu sits behind you, prompting you to settle on his lap. His hands find your thighs, stroking you through your sweatpants. You can tell heâs waiting on something, and when Wonwoo finally looks up at the two of you, setting his phone down, you realize just how much power youâre about to hand over to the man youâd ghosted all those months ago.
Wonwoo approaches you and Mingyu, coming to stand right in front of you. He meets your gaze, but heâs quiet. You hold your tongue, knowing that now is not the time to start being a brat.
âSo,â Wonwoo says finally. âMy guess is Mingyuâs been going easy on you since you started fucking.â
Mingyu lets out a laugh behind you, and you find yourself wanting to defend him. âI wouldnât say heâs been going easy on me-â
âIâm going to make an assessment, and youâre going to tell me if Iâm wrong,â Wonwoo states. âYou look like the kind of girl who wants to be dominated. The shy ones can sometimes be the kinkiest girls youâll ever meet, and something tells me that if youâre interested in a threesome - interested enough to let me be the one to come in here and fuck you - youâve got some specific itches that need to be scratched. Mingyuâs a vanilla boy. He doesnât even like to call sleeping with a girl fucking. Iâm betting he gives you everything you want, never makes you work for it, or beg for it, or any of that shit. The guy wakes up three times a night to rail you for fuckâs sake. So Iâm guessing, even though he probably meets most of your needs, thereâs something youâre missing that Mingyu thinks I can provide.â
Mingyuâs mouth finds your throat, pressing soft kisses that wordlessly tell you heâs not about to answer this assessment, itâs fully on you.
âIâŚâ you swallow thickly. âI guess, I mean, that sounds correct.â
âYouâre happy with Mingyu.â Itâs more of a statement than a question, but you find the need to answer it anyways, so you nod quickly.Â
âVery happy.â
âBut he doesnât dominate you.â
You shake your head.
âAnd tonight, you want someone to tell you what to do.â
You nod.
âYou want someone to make you scream the way I made that other girl scream, the girl that kept you up at night. You want what I was giving her.â
âGod, yes,â you admit, letting out a shuddery breath. You can feel Mingyu smile against your throat, and he wraps his arms tighter around you, holding you close to his chest. You can feel his cock straining up against your ass, and itâs driving you wild already.
âWhatâs off the table?â Wonwoo asks. âBe thorough.â
âI think⌠no anal. Hard pass on anal, at least, right now,â you start. âAnd⌠please donât be mean to me? Like⌠donât degrade me?â
âIf youâre our good girl, there will be no reason to degrade you, will there?â Wonwoo says smoothly, reaching out to cup your jaw. His thumb brushes by your lips and you open your mouth for him, accepting the digit that presses flat to your tongue. âSee, youâre just a good girl looking for direction, there wonât be a problem tonight.â
He removes his hand, and part of you mourns the loss.Â
âEverything else is on the table?â he clarifies.
âNothing gross.â
âNothing gross,â Wonwoo repeats with a laugh. âI guess thatâs all subjective, but I get what you mean.â
God, you wonder what dirty, nasty things this man has done in his lifetime.Â
âSafeword?â Wonwoo asks next.
You take a deep breath, only needing a moment to consider one. âHarley.âÂ
Mingyu groans behind you, his hands teasing up your thighs, closer and closer to where you need him while he begins to suck on your sweet spot. You can tell from his reaction that the safe word pleased him, and you know that everyone is aware how close you are to letting the fun actually begin.
Wonwoo has done his due diligence, now, he just has to do you.
âGyu, how about you get her warmed up?â Wonwoo suggests, and the man youâre sitting on wastes no time with the request. Mingyu immediately slips his hand under the waistband of your sweatpants, fingers finding your clit through your panties while you squirm on his lap.
âFuck,â Mingyu groans, âsheâs so wet already.â
âThatâs no surprise,â Wonwoo says nonchalantly, pivoting and moving away.
You watch him go, curious as to what heâs up to. Mingyu, meanwhile, is focused on getting your attention. He pushes your panties to the side, stroking your pussy, teasing as if heâs about to dip his fingers into you, only to circle your clit again.
You snap way too easily, turning to press kisses along his jaw. You reach a hand up to cup his cheek, prompting him to meet your lips. All it takes is a little tongue action for Mingyu to also break, finally slipping a digit into your wet core.
You whimper at the feeling, grinding down on his hand. The wiggling of your hips adds friction to the front of Mingyuâs pants, and he releases his own groan of pleasure.Â
He adds a second finger and you find yourself gasping. Your thighs spread to accommodate Mingyu. His slow stroking is driving you wild, and the ever constant pressure on your clit only intensifies the situation.
âLay her down,â Wonwooâs voice snaps you out of your Mingyu haze, and you break the kiss to blink up at Wonwoo.
You notice something in his hands, but before you can get a better look, Mingyu is pulling his hand from your core and standing up, taking you with him.Â
He gently places you onto the bed, tearing off your pants. His fingers go to hook in your underwear, but one tutting sound from Wonwoo makes him stop in his tracks.
âLeave those on for now,â Wonwoo instructs. âYou might be skipping things because youâre needy, but I remember your panty kink.â
Panty kink? Mingyu has a panty kink?
Fuck.
You wonder how much Wonwoo knows about Mingyuâs sexual preferences, things that you havenât even learned yet.
No matter how worried you were about this before you agreed to a threesome, itâs becoming more and more clear that Wonwoo might carry the keys to unlocking Mingyuâs full potential in bed- now, youâre worried what that means for the fully monogamous aspect of your relationship.
âTake off your shirt and bra for us,â Wonwoo prompts next. âI want to see you.â
His voice had softened at the end of the request, and the fact that Wonwoo has a good mix between commanding, and a tone thatâs almost on the pleading side, has you immediately making good on what heâs just asked of you.
You slip your shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. Arching your back, you get at the clasp of your bra, and soon, it joins the discarded fabric next to the bed.
Mingyu gets onto the mattress between your thighs, his hands stroking up your legs, which spread for him again.
âHere,â Wonwoo tosses the thing heâd been holding onto your chest.
When you pick it up, you realize itâs a blindfold.
Wonwoo meets your questioning gaze. âPut that on. You trust us, right?âÂ
You swallow thickly, then, you slip on the blindfold, obscuring your vision completely.
âThatâs our good girl,â Wonwoo muses, and his satisfaction has your core throbbing. Heâs being a lot nicer than youâd hoped he would be- part of you had wondered if this would a rage fueled fuck, revenge for the ghosting. But the way Wonwooâs treating you- itâs clear he has no animosity toward you for your past, regardless of the cold way heâs been acting toward you up until tonight.
Even with the blindfold, itâs clear whoâs still rubbing your legs. And when Mingyu shifts his weight, bending down to press kisses along your inner thighs, you know itâs still him.
Although there arenât any surprises happening in terms of who is touching you, with your vision cut off, every brush of Mingyu against your skin feels even more intense. Without the pressure of keeping your eyes open, or following the action with your gaze, you can simply lay back and enjoy whatâs happening.
Mingyuâs mouth reaches your core, and his breath through the fabric makes you twitch.
When his tongue makes contact with your wet panties, you both let out groans. The world seems suspended in anticipated pleasure, if even just for a moment, before Mingyu practically dives in.
His tongue pushes at your panties, and the teasing aspect of his muscle prodding at your core has your stomach already twisting into knots. Itâs like heâs trying to devour your underwear, trying to push his tongue through so he can get at you-
Youâd never imagined keeping your pussy covered with a thin piece of fabric would reveal to you how desperate Mingyu is to properly be eating you.
Your hands reach down, tangling in Mingyuâs hair, and you begin to grind against his face, using his nose to add pressure to your clit.
Something brushes by your nipple, and you practically jump at the contact. Then, the soft bud is pinched between two fingers. Itâs not a hard pinch, not enough to hurt, but enough to have your pussy throbbing even more from the idea of pain.Â
You also know that itâs Wonwoo who has finally decided to touch you, and youâre kind of scared of the effect thatâs having.
Mingyu doesnât even notice his friend beginning to play with your tits, heâs much too distracted by licking your core through your panties. Youâd bet that if you took your blind fold off right now, youâd find his own eyes closed, his mind completely consumed by the act of being close to your pussy without really being able to get at it.
âDoes he feel good?â Wonwoo asks.
âUh huh,â you nod, tightening your grip in Mingyuâs hair so you can grind harder against his mouth.
âHeâs already nearly breaking,â Wonwoo muses, âhow far along are you?â
âI-â You swallow thickly. âI donât know.â
âI want you to enjoy the teasing, want you to be brought to the edge like this, and when youâre finally about to snap, Iâll let him pull your panties to the side. You can ride his face while you cum for us.â
Your muscles clench at his words, and you nod quickly. âOkay.â
âWhere are your manners?â He pinches your nipple even more roughly, and you let out a delighted squeal.
âOkay, yes, thank you, thank you, Wonwoo,â you correct yourself.
âGood girl.â The pinching subsides, but you almost miss the pain. âYou look good like this.â
âThank you!â you blurt out, not wanting to fumble your manners so early just because heâs being sweet to you.
Wonwooâs fingers leave your breast, and your focus shifts to Mingyu again. Heâs begun rubbing his nose against your clit, and youâd bet that Wonwooâs words about getting you to the edge have inspired the motion.
Mingyu knows that clit stimulus will get you there faster than the teasing of his tongue along your panties, and you give yourself to the pleasure heâs providing.
Wet lips wrap around your nipple and your body jolts. One your hands immediately flies to the back of Wonwooâs head, threading through his soft curls while he sucks on you. He releases a groan of satisfaction. You respond with a whimper of your own, pushing your chest up toward his mouth.
Nothing has ever felt like this.
Having two sexy men worship you is making your body short circuit faster than it ever has before.
You can feel your orgasm rising in your stomach, and before you even know it, youâre letting out a gasp. âFuck, Iâm close- shit, thank you, fuck, Iâm gonna-â
You canât even finish your sentence, Mingyu tugs your panties to the side, pushing two digits into your hole while his lips find your clit, sucking the sensitive bud while he groans like a starved man.
Wonwooâs teeth simultaneously graze your nipple, and the combination of stimuli is enough to throw you over the edge.
Your pussy clamps down on Mingyuâs fingers, waves of pleasure exploding out from your core. The loudest moan youâve ever released sings out of you, and your grip tightens in both of their curls. Youâre used to having one anchor, Mingyu, who you hold onto to keep you from floating too high to cloud nine, but now, even with two anchors, you still find yourself drifting away into a state of bliss youâve never even dreamed of.
Wonwooâs free hand finds your neglected breast, and a pinch at your nipple has even more electric energy surging through you, your back arching at how intense this all is.
Mingyu hasnât stopped between your thighs, his fingers are unrelenting inside of your throbbing core, his tongue flicking your clit better than any vibrator or toy ever has.
You cum, and cum, and cum-
Mingyu releases a sinful groan, and you can feel something splash your inner thighs. Mingyu pulls away from your clit, licking up the liquid-
Wonwooâs mouth leaves your breasts, and you can feel his gaze slipping between your legs.
âFuck, I didnât know you could squirt, baby,â he muses, massaging your breast in a way that almost feels loving.
âI didnât-â you struggle to speak amidst your moans, âI canât-
âNo oneâs ever made you squirt before?â Wonwoo finishes your sentence for you.
âNo, sir, I mean- yes, sir-â
You hear Wonwoo let out a chuckle, and he pinches your nipple, making you cry out even more. âSir, huh? Looks like our good girl has really learned her manners, Gyu.â
Youâre not sure where the title had come from, but calling Wonwoo âsirâ had just felt right, it still feels right, as you writhe against his bed sheets.
âOkay, I think thatâs enough,â Wonwoo sighs. Fingers brush by your cheek, and the sudden touch makes you flinch. âSheâs crying, Gyu.â
Mingyu groans deeply, his fingers coming to a stop in your pussy. When he removes them, and both men pull away, you can finally take a deep breath after the intensity of your orgasm. Your entire body shudders as you try to steady yourself after what theyâve just given you.
In the periphery, you can hear a wet sucking sound, and youâd bet your life that Mingyu is licking his fingers clean.
âSquirting all over him like that got your boyfriend hard as fuck, baby, I think Iâll be nice and let him fuck you now.â
God, thereâs so much you want to think about with that sentence- specifically the way Wonwoo just referred to Mingyu as your boyfriend, a term that you havenât yet used- but youâre also so needy for Mingyuâs cock now that you canât sit and ponder the relationship development.Â
âYes, please, Mingyu, fuck, need your cock-â you whine, reaching down to tug your panties off-
Another set of hands grabs the fabric, and before you can fumble to get your underwear down your legs, Mingyu simply tears them in two to get at you.
His cockhead is rubbing against your soaked folds a moment later, and you let out a whimper of desperation.Â
âFuck, Angel, youâre doing so good for us,â Mingyu groans, slipping the head into you.
âGyu-â you whimper, grabbing at the bed sheets, your eyes rolling into the back of your head from the stretch of his girthy tip.
âYouâre so fucking wet,â he tells you, one hand flattening on your abdomen to keep you still. âI could slide all the way in like this-â
âDo it,â Wonwoo says simply. âBet sheâd fucking love that.â
âI would,â you agree, whimpering at the idea of him filling you up with one powerful thrust. âPlease, split me open-â
The words no sooner leave your mouth than Mingyu is doing just as youâd asked. In one motion, he sinks the entirety of his cock into your wet, ready hole.Â
His hips hit flush to your own, and you release something between a cry and a scream. Your inner walls struggle desperately to accommodate the large intrusion that your body is still not used to even after fucking Mingyu countless times.
Before Mingyu, âLike a Virginâ had just been a Madonna song, now, itâs something you understand completely.
Mingyuâs mouth finds your neck as he leans his entire, large, muscled body over your own. His lips are hot as they suckle on your sweet spot, and you grab at his strong shoulders, wrapping your legs around his hips.
He starts slow with his motions, only pulling out slightly. With each small rut, his cock sinks so deep that it hits a spot that makes you go mind numb.
Youâre a gasping, wriggling mess for Mingyu, and from the sounds leaving his own lips, you know he loves it.
His pace starts to increase. You can feel your pussy tingling with each thrust, the vein along the underside of his cock stimulating your walls perfectly.
Mingyu draws your lips to his own, and you find yourself in a desperate clash of tongues.Â
âHow cute,â Wonwooâs voice draws you back to reality. âFor the record, baby, Iâve never seen Mingyu this into someone.â
God, why is he being so nice to you?
Why does the thought that you make Mingyu come undone unlike anyone else have your pussy throbbing?
Your hand moves before your mind even registers what youâre doing. It flails out toward Wonwooâs voice, and youâre pretty sure you make contact with his thigh.
âWhat are you doing?â Wonwoo asks, tone shifting.
You break the kiss with Mingyu, and his lips find your throat while you address his friend. âWanna touch.â
Wonwoo is silent, and moments feel like minutes. Then, you hear a belt buckle, and a zipper being pulled down.
âYou just wanna touch?â Wonwoo prompts.Â
Before you can even respond, Mingyu is nipping at your ear. Heâs breathing heavily, fucking you faster. âDo you wanna suck him off, Angel? I wonât be mad if you do.â
This is a threesome, it wouldnât be fair if Wonwoo didnât get a bit of you tooâŚ
âYes.â
âYes, what?â Wonwoo prompts.
âYes, I wanna suck you off,â you clarify, doing your best to make your voice sound confident.
Mingyu groans, and then he pulls off of you. You whine at the loss of him, but he flips you onto all fours, pulling your ass into the air so he can push his cock into you again. You do your best to steady yourself on your hands, and the bed dips in front of you, signaling Wonwooâs arrival.
âHere,â Wonwooâs voice is soft, as soft as his touch when he pulls the blindfold off of you. âWanna see that pretty face when you choke around my cock.â
In the red light from the tiled wall mount, Wonwoo looks insane. Yeah, a little insane in the crazy way, but insanely sexy too.
Heâs taken his shirt off, and youâre shocked to find washboard abs that make you drool immediately. His curls are all flouncy and illuminated by the red, like a halo, or even devil horns. His jeans are undone, but he doesnât have his cock out yet, which you kind of appreciate.
Although you can see his length straining against the black denim, he didnât immediately stick his dick down your throat, heâs giving you time to adjust to the new position.
You blink up at him, and Wonwoo smiles, cupping your cheek. âYouâre doing so good, baby.â
âSo good,â Mingyu echoes, digging his fingers into your hips as he begins to fuck you like a mad man.
âSir,â you breathe.
âYes, baby?â
âCan I suck you off now?â
Wonwooâs grin widens. âGo for it.â
You realize heâs not going to help you take his cock out, not yet at least. Itâs difficult to hold yourself up with one hand while Mingyu fucks you, your free one reaching for his jeans. You hook your fingers in the fabric, trying to tug them down.
Part of you thinks Wonwoo likes watching you struggle. Heâs said heâd be nice, wouldnât degrade you, and heâs not, but this feels like itâs bordering on humiliation.Â
Here you are, getting fucked stupid, holding yourself up on one shaky hand while the other tugs desperately at his pants, trying to free his cock so you can have it sink down your throat-
âYouâre cute,â Wonwoo muses, finally giving in.
He pushes his pants down, his cock springing up against his abdomen.
Heâs long. Maybe not as long as Mingyu, and not as thick either, but that just means you might actually be able to take him fully into your mouth, unlike your boyfriendâs monster cock that you canât even fully suck halfway.
Even though Wonwoo isnât as big as Mingyu, heâs confident in himself, and that makes things all the more sexy.
He grabs the base of his length, holding the tip out for you.
Meeting his eyes, you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue.
Wonwoo taps himself along the wet muscle, then he teases the tip just past your lips- you go to wrap your mouth around him, only for him to pull back with a laugh. âEager, are you?â
You nod, âuh huh.â
He doesnât even tut at you for your lack of manners, after all, youâre still holding your mouth open for him, unwilling to close it if even for a few moments to say a âyes, sir.â
âI guess I can give it to you,â Wonwoo sighs. Although heâs trying to sound unbothered, you can tell from his leaky red tip that heâs just as turned on by this as you are. You can see through Wonwoo now, and you wonder how thatâs going to impact your opinion of him.
This man who likes to seem hard and domineering, who likes to appear nonchalant- you wonder what kind of thoughts are swimming in that pretty head of is.
Wonwoo slips his cock into your mouth, and you immediately begin to suck it, twirling your tongue along the tip. He pushes in another inch, testing your abilities. His eyes are fixed on yours, and you stare up at him, wanting to please.
Mingyu fucks you harder, prompting you forward onto Wonwooâs cock. You take more and more of him, doing your best to relax and focus on the pleasure Mingyu is giving you, rather than the uncomfortable feeling of a heavy dick on your tongue.
You enjoy giving oral, but youâve always found it easier to have some other stimulus to anchor yourself- Mingyuâs cock splitting you open is just the right amount of distraction. When Wonwoo hits the back of your throat, you hardly choke, too enraptured by Mingyu behind you to carefully about your gag reflex.
âFuck, thatâs good,â Wonwoo tells you, having watched for your limits and reactions.
He begins to thrust now, matching Mingyuâs motions. Itâs a push pull, and you kind of love being used like this, having two cock filling you up. Theyâre almost synchronized, and it turns you on that theyâve done this before, that theyâre familiar with each other.
You couldnât imagine a better pair to lose your threesome virginity to.
Wonwooâs hand grabs your hair, and you watch as he throws his head bad, letting out a groan.
Fuck, heâs so sexy- they both are. Mingyuâs grip on your hips is even tighter, and you know what that means.
âIâm close,â your boyfriend announces.
âWell I just started,â Wonwoo retorts. âHold it.â
Youâre shocked that Mingyu doesnât even fight back, his thrusts simply slow down a notch. Wonwoo, meanwhile, speeds up, and you do your best to hollow your cheeks around his cock, sucking on him like youâve never sucked on anyone before.
âYouâre good with your mouth, baby,â Wonwoo praises you.
âSheâs so good,â Mingyu agrees, reaching a hand around your body so he can rub your clit.
You jolt at the contact, pussy clenching desperately around Mingyuâs cock.
âFuck, Woo, weâre both close-â Mingyu groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder, his breath hot across your skin. Â
âI guess I can make this quick,â Wonwoo grunts, hips shuddering.
Mingyu draws fluid, lazy circles on your clit, speckling your shoulders with kisses while he ruts slowly into your core. You suck on Wonwoo diligently, like itâs your job- after all, it is your job to make him cum in order for you and Mingyu to get there too.
The pressure in your abdomen is getting tighter and tighter, youâre not sure how much longer you can hold off, especially with the sounds Mingyuâs making-
âYou two are so needy,â Wonwoo muses, letting out a small chuckle. âFuck.âÂ
âYou gotta let her cum,â Mingyu practically begs. âSheâs squeezing me like a fucking vice, dude- this is torture.â
Wonwooâs hips jolt at Mingyuâs words, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You feel your muscles constrict around both of them, and they both groan in response.
âYouâre too good at this,â Wonwoo tells you. âWhen I cum, you both get to cum.â
Itâs not an outward admittance that heâs close, but you can tell he is. His stomach muscles are clenching with effort as he uses your face, and the small groans of pleasure leaving him are higher in number now.
He fucks your face even faster, and Mingyu takes this as a cue to begin fucking you properly again. âCan you rub your clit, Angel?â he asks. âI need to grab your hips.â
You moan a sound of affirmation around Wonwoo, holding yourself up on one wobbly hand while the other slips between your legs.
âThatâs it,â Mingyu groans, straightening behind you and taking hold of your hips with both hands. His pace matches Wonwooâs now, and you can feel your orgasm so close-
You can almost taste it.
In fact, you can taste Wonwooâs, a strangled gasp escaping him as he cums down your throat suddenly.
âOur turn, Angel,â Mingyu moans, pace quickening to a speed that would almost be painful if it wasnât so pleasurable. Your fingers are rough on your own clit, and you do your best to swallow every drop of Wonwooâs spend.
When he pulls out of your mouth, you breathe in a strangled gasp- only for moans of pleasure to escape you uncensored.
âFuck, thatâs it, Angel, almost there, almost there-â Mingyu groans. âFuck, cum for me, cum for us- fuck, cum on my cock-â
His words throw you over the edge. You lean forward, resting your cheek against Wonwooâs thigh while your orgasm overtakes you. Waves of pleasure surge through your body, making you shake- Mingyuâs hands hold your hips steady, keeping you where he wants you while he fucks you through your high, coating your insides with his thick cum.
Youâre both moaning messes, completely given over to the ecstasy that you find in each other.
Your hand falls from between your legs, and soon, Mingyuâs motions stop. He keeps himself buried inside of you, trying to catch his breath.
âIâll get some tissue,â Wonwoo says. He pulls away from you, and you collapse face first onto the bed, shuddering from the aftershocks of your high.
Mingyuâs hands begin to stoke your body, a silent assurance that you did well for them.
Wonwoo comes back with tissues, and Mingyu pulls out. You bring the kleenex to your dripping hole, careful not to get any cum onto Wonwooâs bed-
Which is when you remember you squirted all over the comforter already.
You lay on your back, giggling to yourself.
âWhatâs so funny?â Wonwoo asks. Fingers go to pinch your nipple and you flinch, rolling away from him.
âI got squirt all over your bed,â you tell him.
âNaughty girl,â he says, but thereâs an inkling of pride in his tone.
âItâs okay,â Mingyu says, reaching to pull you off the bed. âIâm going to go clean her up, you can throw your stuff in the laundry, and we can stay in my room tonight.â
Youâre not sure why the idea of sleeping next to Wonwoo feels more intimate than the fact that he just came down your throat, but ten minutes later, when youâre snuggling between the two men, you find yourself almost unsure of how to act.
Mingyuâs already passed out, soft snores filling the room, and itâs Wonwoo who notices your unease as you shift under the sheets.
âRelax,â he tells you, his hands drawing you to his chest. âYouâre safe with us.â
For some reason, his words actually calm you down, and after a few more deep breaths, you pass out on the chest of the man youâd ghosted over half a year ago.
Epilogue
Itâs been two months since you and Mingyu invited Wonwoo into your bed. Two months of great sex, but itâs even deeper than that.
Mingyu is outwardly your boyfriend, and he loves showing his claim over you every chance he gets, but Wonwoo is still on the fence about where he fits in your relationship.Â
Youâre at the bar where Wonwoo works, itâs a place youâve been becoming more of a regular at. Mingyu is out with Cheol, but heâll be meeting you shortly. Right now, all there is to do is wait and try not to flirt with Wonwoo too hard while he mixes drinks.Â
Wonwoo is chatting with another regular, an old guy who keeps looking over at you. Finally, the man asks, âHow do you two know each other?â
You and Wonwoo exchange a look. You wait for him to define the relationship, after all, out of everyone in your odd little throuple, Wonwooâs the one who likes to go slowest when it comes to relationship milestones.
After a moment of consideration, Wonwoo responds, âSheâs a friend. Dating my roommate.â
âAh, okay,â the man nods.
It hurts for Wonwoo to not claim you the way you wish he would, but at the same time, you understand his hesitancy.Â
When youâd first started fucking Wonwoo, youâd thought he was a doberman to Mingyuâs golden retriever, but now, you think heâs more of a black cat. If you move too fast or too sudden, youâre afraid of scaring him off, and thatâs the last thing youâd want to do.
With a sigh, you lift your drink to your lips. You suppose having one boyfriend who claims you with all of his heart makes up for having another who is still unsure about what to call you.
But it doesnât mean things hurt any less.Â
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âIâm just gonna head outside with Cheol for a quick vape break,â Mingyu tells you, giving you a kiss on the cheek before he exits the bar with his buddy.
You turn to Wonwoo, who is busy mixing some elaborate drink for a group of cougars a few seats down. Itâs a decent night here at his workplace, itâs summer now, so most evenings are good for him.
âIs this seat taken?â You turn to see the regular from a few months ago standing there, and youâre quick to offer him the chair, after all, you and Mingyu will be leaving soon anyways. âDonât I know you from somewhere?â the man asks.
You exchange a look with Wonwoo. âYeah, I uh⌠I met you a few months ago,â you try to explain, pointing at your bartender. âIâm this guyâs friend.â
âRight, dating his roommate, now I remember,â the man nods.
Wonwoo has stopped what heâs doing, and heâs staring at you.
Thereâs a hint of danger in his eyes, and youâre not quite sure why. Then he sets down his drink, coming around the bar, and grabbing your arm. âCome outside,â he instructs.Â
âWhat? Now?â you ask in shock, looking around at the bartop that's full of people who need drinks. âYouâre working!â
âI donât care. Come.â
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COFFEE!
âI think I'm past obsessed at this point, there has to be another word in the dictionary that tops obsessed.â
Synopsis: in which a hopeless romantic falls in love with the man of her dreamsâŚ
Pairings: boyfriend!jeongguk x fem!reader
Genre: established relationship.. non idol au
Warnings: literally the most sappy thing I could have possibly written, was listening to âcoffeeâ by miguel while writing, theyâre such a gentle love, reader is a book worm, Jungkook likes drawing (doodling) plus points when his drawings are about oc, mentions of their first time having sex, usage of book quotes (read nltm, had to use the mia and sebastian line for my own sanity) <3333333
authors note: this is so simple but my book worm hopeless romantic needed this.. wrote this while high so nothing new đ¤
They say falling in love is the most beautiful feeling in the world.
You couldnât explain the immediate sensation, the feeling that spreads throughout your chest as if you were a black-and-white picture that suddenly starts to fill with vibrant colors anytime his eyes lock with yours.
It was astonishing how the universe worksâthe idea that you are destined for someone ever since you are born, and that all the hardships along the way shape you into the person you need to be to meet them.
Your heartbeat thumped loudly in your ears as you watched him laugh from across the room, an oversized hoodie and baggy jeans covering his lean, muscular figureâone youâd memorized to the tiniest detail. You knew every freckle and scar. His head was thrown back, arms crossed, as he paid attention to whatever the guy in front of him was saying.
You scrunched your nose, using your index finger to push your glasses up as you studied your boyfriend from afar. You werenât sure whether to call it pathetic or endearing, the way you noticed every little crease on his forehead and the way he toyed with his bottom lip absentmindedly. You even took note of his long eyelashes, and nearly died of jealousy every time you counted them when he slept beside you.
It was gut-wrenching to imagine anyone else feeling about him the way you did. The thought alone made you want to puke in the nearest trash can.
You were lovesick for this man, and you could already feel the heat rising to your cheeks whenever you looked at him or heard his laugh. Not only did you want to scream and freak out over every little thing he did, but he also had you daydreaming constantly. You found yourself thinking of silly song lyrics that resonated with how you felt about him. Staring at his side profile, you finally understood the meaning behind Suki Waterhouseâs lyrics: âOh, my good looking boy,â echoed in your mind.
Before you could form another lyric or recall a favorite book quote to describe your feelings, his eyes found yours. A small smile tugged at his lips as his gaze scanned your expressions, reading you as if you were an open book. You smiled, tilting your head to the side, trying to hide the makeshift fireworks going off in your tummy.
His gaze softened, and it made your breath waver. You had never understood the meaning of âhis gaze softenedâ in books, but now, you understood every syllable of those words after experiencing it firsthand.
You honestly couldnât think of a single thing you didnât love about him. You loved everything about him, even the parts he claimed were too âbrokenâ or âdamagedâ to be loved.
A few seconds passed before he finally said his goodbyes and began making his way back to you. Your eyes followed every step, catching the grin he wore.
âI donât know, I pretty much think youâre obsessed with me,â your boyfriend teased, his straight teeth on full display as he stopped in front of you, looking down at you on the couch.
âIn your dreams.â You laughed, craning your neck to look up at him.
Instead of getting mad, he let out a low chuckle, leaning down with both arms on either side of the couch, caging you in.
âEvery night, baby.â He whispered softly, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips before moving to your cheek, delivering another soft kiss. You sighed in contentment as his lips ghosted over your skin, the pet name making your head feel dizzy.
He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before standing up straight again, looking down at you. Your eyelids felt heavy as you looked up at him through your lashes. He was already smiling, and you didnât even need to ask âwhat?ââyou already knew. Anyone in their right mind could tell how obsessed you were with him, and it was no surprise to him either.
As you both walked out of the bookstore, carrying a bag full of psychological and romance books (and, of course, the box of transparent sticky notes Jungkook got for you to annotate your books without writing on the actual pages), it was clear this was one of his favorite things to do. In his free time, when he wasnât working or with you, he loved opening one of your books and reading your thoughts scribbled in the margins. Half of his camera roll was pictures of you, but the other half was just pictures of your annotations, scribbles, and drawings.
It was as if he was inside your mind, reading every thought, and he loved it.
He could still recall the first book he opened that sent his heart racing, like a teenage boy with a crush.
âI couldnât see him, but his laugh was unmistakable. I could close my eyes and be in so many places with that laugh. That laugh was the cohesive thread, the little recurring melody that showed up in so many scenes of my life, like Mia and Sebastianâs theme in La La Land. Always there, playing in the background.â
Those words were highlighted in the prettiest shade of pink, with two small hearts drawn beside them. But it was your handwriting at the bottom that got him: âThe feeling Iâve been trying to put into words about how I feel every time I look at him has just been done for me, oh my.â He remembered feeling his heart stop for a second. And when it started again, it was for youâhis heart was for you and only you.
That wasnât all. It had become one of your shared love languages. Jungkook started buying books he thought youâd like. He even asked your little sister what your favorite highlighters were so he could buy them for both of you.
Your heart did somersaults when you opened a book on his bedside table and saw a drawingâa pair of eyes in black ink, long lashes making them look bigger and more innocent. Your breath hitched as you noticed the small freckle just below the eyebrow, realizing it was you.
It didnât help the overwhelming sensation of adoration when you saw his handwriting in the margins.
âYou remembered?â she said softly.
âI remember every second of us.â
The text was underlined, and in small letters, he had written, âGosh, she made me fall so hard that Iâm reading sappy words and thinking âusâ out loud. #sendhelp,â with a frowning emoji next to the hashtag. Before you knew it, you were on page one, reading every single line and note he had left.
Also, the multiple drawings on the pages where there was extra space had your heart thumping hard in your chest. There were so many drawingsâ each one tied to you or him. It was impossible to describe every feeling surging through your chest, every emotion racing in your bloodstream, as your fingertips traced the drawing of you.
This time, it was an image of you on your back, lying on a bed. Only part of your side profile was visible, with your hair spilling across the bed, covering most of your back. At first, you didn't want to assume it was you he'd drawn-being self-centered wasn't your style. But it was impossible to deny it when he'd sketched every freckle, even the small half-moon tattoo on your shoulder blade, matching the real one inked on your skin.
You smiled at the memory but snapped back to the present as your boyfriend instinctively switched you to the other side of the sidewalk when you two turned toward Target. You held tight to his index finger as he squeezed between people, leading you behind him with a soft "excuse me" to anyone in the way.
Automatically, you found yourself smiling as you picked up your pace to match his longer strides. He pulled you in closer, his arm snaking around your waist, his hand resting over your bellyâa little lower than usual, sending butterflies flitting wildly in your stomach. You suppressed a shiver as he gently guided you to the side, allowing an older couple to pass by.
"Us when we're eighty, baby," Jungkook leaned down and whispered into your ear, making you playfully roll your eyes at him. His smile only widened at your reaction.
"Won't be us if you keep watching Young Sheldon without me," you pouted, giving him a playful glare, which only made him smile more.
"Why are you smiling?" you asked, maybe even whining a little as you walked into the store and heard the employee greet you both.
"Because you're so beautiful, and my brain goes in circles when I stare at you," he shrugged casually, giving your waist a small squeeze before untangling his arm to grab a cart.
You tried so hard not to melt, holding onto his bicep as he leaned forward on the cart, making him closer to your height.
"Don't know it you're down, but l've been wanting to learn how to crochet," you said as you glanced around the aisles. Your boyfriend immediately started nodding excitedly.
"Baby, oh my god. I'm so down. We need to make those big-ass blankets," he rambled, looking at your face for a reaction, like a puppy with its ears perked up and tail wagging.
"I think that's knitting, baby," you corrected him, smiling as his eyebrows raised before he let out a small laugh.
"Wait, are those two not the same thing?" His dimple deepened as he bit his lower lip, stopping in front of the craft aisle.
"I actually have no clue," you admitted with a chuckle, raising an eyebrow. "But I know you can crochet a blanket because you once told me about those pattern blocks you saw on your explore page.â
Jungkook's gaze softened as he made eye contact with you, his pupils dilated with so much adoration that it made your heart swell.
"And I remember because I searched them on TikTok to see what you were talking about. I saw people connecting them into blankets. Also, I remember you pretending to sleep so you didn't have to scratch my back anymore-before my one minute was up. You swear you're slick, but I know when you're really asleep," he said with a grin, teasingly biting your cheek as you tried not to smile.
"How do you know I'm not sleeping?" you teased, and he chuckled, ghosting his lips over yours.
"Because every time you fall asleep, you make this little sound, and then slowly, you start snoring," he laughed, watching your cheeks turn a shade of red before burying his laughing face in the crook of your neck.
To be loved is to be seen.
That phrase had never felt more accurate. No one else had ever seen you the way Jungkook did. He knew you so well, down to the tiniest details that sometimes even surprised you.
Your eyes practically turned into hearts as Jungkook kissed your neck innocently before turning his attention to the yarns.
This was the kind of love you had always dreamed of
-better than the movies or books. Nothing could top the overwhelming feelings of gratitude, love, and appreciation that coursed through your body whenever you looked at him. Your brain practically played the instrumental of "Video Games" by Lana Del Rey whenever you spent time with him.
It was as if even a natural disaster couldn't faze you
-so long as you could experience it with him.
The connection between you two was beyond what you ever imagined existed in real life. It felt like something out of a fairy tale. From the moment you locked eyes with him across the room, you both knew there was no turning back.
After checking out and getting to Jungkook's car, he opened the door for you, reaching over to buckle your seatbelt before putting the bags in the back.
Once he climbed into the driver's seat, his hand instinctively found its place on your thigh after starting the car. His thumb rubbed your bare skin, sending sparks flying through your body. It was such a natural gesture for him, but the butterflies never ceased. You bit your lip, trying not to whine when his hand moved closer to your inner thigh.
As he softly sang along to "Creep" by Radiohead, it was just another thing you'd become morally obsessed with-his voice. You had always known he could sing, but everything changed the night you were first intimate.
It was as if your entire perspective on love and sex shifted. Simply calling it "sex" seemed absurd now, because it was so much more. Everything felt heightened, more intense, making your heart pound wildly in your chest.
"F-fuck, baby..." he whimpered into your ear, his hips moving slowly into yours, leaving your mouth hanging open.
His little groans and moans made you dizzy, like notes of a lullaby. The feeling of skin against skin was the most addicting sensation, made even more special by the way he always checked in on you.
"Shhh, I'm sorry. Am I being too rough, baby?" His voice was strained as his hips halted, his breath heavy as he moved your hair to kiss your neck.
He resumed slowly, making your legs shake and grip the sheets, and you couldn't help but moan, asking for more. His chuckle against your skin was the same one youâd hear when he rested his head on your stomach, expecting you to scratch his back or read to him.
"You're sweaty," you pouted at him, both of you basking in the afterglow.
"I know. Do you still want me?" He smiled, mimicking your expression before pulling the covers over both your naked bodies and pulling you in as close as possible.
"Yes, I'll forever want you," you replied, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, savoring the warmth he radiated.
As sleepiness began to overtake you, you felt his fingertips tracing letters and shapes on your hip.
Just before drifting off, he began singing again. It was like entering another universe where only you and he existed
"I want you to notice," he sang softly, "when I'm not around."
"So fucking special... I wish I was special." He pressed a kiss to your temple, the sound of his voice and your matching heartbeats lulling you both to sleep.
You snapped back to reality when the car stopped at a red light.
"Is it bad that I always hope to get red lights so I can kiss you?" he asked, flashing a grin that had you laughing.
Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his as his eyes fluttered shut, his finger lifting your chin gently.
"Not bad, but a little weird. You want to spend so much time with me," you teased, pulling back to your seat. "Some might even think you're pretty obsessed."
"I'm past obsessed at this point. There's got to be another word that tops it," he admitted, stealing another kiss just before the light turned green.
As you gazed at him, you couldn't help but wish there was another word, stronger than "love," to describe how you felt about him.
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voice | m. sturniolo
i had this idea a million years ago, please enjoy!!
summary: chris wonders if you can tell his and mattâs voice apart
warnings: super fluffy!! a bit suggestive at the very end, iâm questioning if itâs good or not
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âi call shower first!â you exclaim the second the garage door is open, sprinting past matt up the stairs to his bathroom.
âthereâs three showers,â chris says matter-of-factly as you blow past him on the steps, holding a hand out in confusion.
matt sighs and follows behind you, passing chris as well, âyeah, but you donât have to share,âÂ
youâre already on the mainfloor, running into mattâs bedroom to grab the change of clothes youâd left earlier.
âiâm so glad i donât have a girlfriend,â chris mutters, earning a smack upside the head from nick, âjesus, fuck, what,â
âyouâre just annoying,â nick says, deciding itâs a good enough explanation and getting a laugh out of matt.
âagreed,â mattâs still chuckling when they reach the kitchen table, setting down the take out the four of you had gotten on your way back to the house. he hears the water turn on in his bathroom, accompanied by the soft sound of your voice as you sing along to your music.
âoh sheâs a nicki fan,â nick says to no one in particular, referencing the tik tok sound when he notices youâre listening to a nicki minaj song.Â
matt looks up from the bag of food and laughs.
chris sinks into the couch but looks over at matt, arm slung over the cushions, âi wonder if she could tell our voices apart,â he says after a second.Â
âwhat?â matt asks, thinking the question is mildy rediculous.Â
âlike do you think she could recognize your voice?â chris explains, wandering into the kitchen now. opening a pepsi and leaning up against the counter.Â
nick chimes in now, having been fiddling with the vlog camera and battery, âlike compared to you and me?â he asks chris, glancing back at matt as if to say âis this guy for real?â
âyeah,â chris nods.
âyeah, obviously sheâd be able to tell my voice apart from yours,â matt is looking back at the food again, tone matter-of-fact, as if what heâd said was absolute common sense.Â
chris is quiet for about half a second and matt thinks thatâs the end of that absurd conversation. it isnât, of course.Â
âshould we test it out?â chris asks through a sip of soda.
matt officially gives up on trying to set the food up, throwing his hands up in mock surrender before turning to chris, âand how are we gonna do that?â
chris shrugs, but nick has an idea, âchris, you could like, just go ask her for something, if you left something in the bathroomââ
âabsolutely not,â matt shuts it down immediately with a shake of his head, âyou're not going in the bathroom when my girlfriend is showering,â
âi wonât even go all the way in!! iâll cover my eyes,â chris promises, but matt is still skeptical. âiâll just like poke my head in the door and ask if i left like..a belt or some shit in there,â is chrisâ next offer.Â
matt sighs and thinks about it, weighing the pros and cons. of course you can tell his voice apart from his brothersâŚright? heâs making himself nervous, pysching himself out and worrying they all sound the same to you. it upsets him for some reason, he canât quite decide why.
âfine,â he agrees after a beat of silence, convincing himself you know whis voice well enough to separate it from chrisâ, and if you canât, he thinks he might actually feel a sick twinge of unjustified jealousy.
âyes,â chris mutters under his breath, always excited to pull a prank on anyone.
âthis is definitely going in the vlog,â nick says, still messing with the camera and coming to sit at the kitchen table where matt is now.
âi canât believe i agreed to this,â matt mumbles, rubbing his eyes and taking a deep breath. he stands from his seat and walks over to the wall where he can see the bathroom door, feeling some what protective, like he needs to supervise chris to make sure he doesnât wander too far into the bathroom.
âwhat should i say?â chris turns back arms pulled in close to his body as if heâs nervous. heâs already grinning and trying to keep from laughing.
âooh, call her sweetheart, matt always does that,â nick suggests, wiggling his brows in mattâs direction to tease him.
âoh my god,â matt groans softly, rubbing at his eyes, âi fucking hate you guys,â
âokay, iâm going in,â matt drops his hands at that, eyes on his brother immediately. chris puts a hand over his eyes, just as he said he said he would before knocking on the door. nick has the camera out to record and is trying to stifle his laugh in the collar of his hoodie.
at the sound of the knock matt hears your voice, calling out for him, no doubt thinking itâs him at the door. he has to cover his mouth, partly out of nerves but also to keep himself from saying anything.
âyeah,â chris starts, needing to take a second before continuing because heâs already making himself laugh. âyeah, sweetheart, did i leave my belt in here?â he asks, barely stood in the doorway of the bathroom.
âuhh, i think itâs in your bedroom?â you say after a slight pause, about to poke your head out from behind the shower curtain, but chris has already mumbled a âthanksâ and essentially sprinted out of the bathroom, closing the door and crumbling to the floor in giggles.
âyouâre not fucking real,â matt shakes his head, laughing softly himself and pushing off the wall to go back to the kitchen table. heâs a bit bummed that you didnât realize it wasnât his voice, but he keeps that to himself.
nick pans the camera over to mattâs face, which seems expressionless, even with both his brothers cackling outside of the frame.
you come out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, heading into mattâs bedroom to drop the clothes youâd changed out of. matt is instantly sitting back up, the legs of his chair scraping along the hardwood floors.
âooh, someoneâs pissed,â nick turns the camera to himself, eyeing the now closed door.
âthat was too fucking good,â chris says after a deep breath, still recovering from laughing so hard. he pulls a chair out next to nick and the two start to explain what had happened to the camera, eyes flicking up to mattâs door every few seconds.
in the bedroom youâre putting your dirty clothes back into your bag when matt comes in, looking a little bit pouty, âhey baby,â you turn towards him, laughing at the slightly pathetic look he gives you, âwhatâs up?â you wonder.
âmâ tired,â he tells you, slumping up against you for a hug. you wrap your arms around him and rub his back, letting him lay his weight into you.
âweâll eat and go to bed, yeah?â you give his back another little pat when he nods against you, âmkay, letâs go,â you kiss his cheek quickly, only to have him turn his head in search of a real kiss. you oblige of course.
nick and chris have already started eating and updating the vlog on their day when you and matt come out of the bedroom. matt joins them at the table but you head for the fridge to grab a drink. âoh, did you find your belt?â you ask matt, still digging around.
âwhat?â oh yeahâ he mumbles, gaze turned down to his fries.
âokay good. by the way you sounded so much like chris when you came inâ it freaked me the fuck outâ you say with your head in the fridge, still searching for the diet coke you know you left inside the door, âdid one of you drink my cokeââ
âwait what?â mattâs head snaps up, food forgotten.
âhmm?â you turn around to find all three boys looking at you. nickâs mouth open in a half smile and chris clearly trying not to burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. mattâs just staring at you with eyes a little bit too wide before he speaks up.
âwhat do you mean i sounded weird?â he asks, leaning forward. you notice nickâs shut up about whatever he was saying to the camera earlier, pointing the lens at you now.
âi dunno, when you said sweetheart it just sounded super fucking weirdâ why are you guys looking at me like thatââ you have to ask, feeling slightly weirded out by the intensity of their gazes
âi knew it!!â matt cheers, punching the air and doing a silly little dance as nick doubles over and starts hitting the table.
chrisâ jaw drops and he presses his fingers into his eyes as he laughs next to his brother, leaning on him.
matt bounds over to you with a grin, arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the ground slightly.
âwhaaaat,â you giggle, clearly confused by their reaction.Â
âit was me,â chris manages to say between bouts of laughter, âweâ we were trying to see if you could tell our voices apart.â
âof course i can tell your voices apart, especially your voice,â you turn towards matt, saying it like it should be obvious, like itâs silly they doubted you for even a second.Â
mattâs just grinning at you, feeling a strange sense of pride swelling in his chest, âi knew you could,âÂ
âbullshit!â chris exclaims, both him and nick still leaning against each other as they laugh.
âheâs right, you were freaked the fuck out,â nick manages to say between giggles, âyou watched chris like a fucking hawk when he opened the bathroom door,â he looks over at you, his smile contagious, âhe was definitely freaked the fuck out,â
matt groans and drops his head against your shoulder. you brush your fingers through his hair and chuckle to yourself, âawe matt,â you coo, âi definitely know your voice, iâll probably be hearing lots of it later anyways.â
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