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play along - the series ⎜pt 3 (rewrite)

✧ Pairings: Seventeen x afab!Reader ⎜ Seungkwan x afab!Reader ⎜ Mingyu x afab!Reader

✧ Genre: Poly AU! ⎜ Idol AU ⎜ Established Relationship ⎜ Romance ⎜

✧ Warnings: virgin!seungkwan⎜ fingering⎜ Multiple Partners ⎜ Poly AU⎜cockring⎜MDNI 18 + ⎜nervous seungkwan ⎜ thigh riding ⎜ handcuff use ⎜handjob ⎜tension tension ⎜p in v ⎜unprotected sex ⎜

✧ Word Count: 7.4k

✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.

✧ Author’s Note: This is a rewrite of the original series as I wanted to try and update it a bit better in my own style, you can find a master post of the whole series here -> play along pt 1 - 10

(UNEDITED)

“Mingyu, I’m gonna need you to stop pawing at me for like ten seconds so I can put my shoes on.” You hiss, scooting yourself further down the couch, clutching the white strappy heels like a shield as he tries to follow after you. You shoot him a glare in warning, your body pressed against the arm rest as you wedge your foot into the first shoe. 

“But you just look so pretty in that dress.” Mingyu whines, undeterred as his big frame shifts closer, following you down the couch, each movement deliberate like a predator closing in on his prey. You lift a brow at him as you slip your foot into the second shoe, fastening the buckle on the ankle strap before shooting up from your spot on the couch. 

“It’s not your party Mingyu, it’s Seungkwan’s and if we don’t leave soon we’re going to be late,” you start smoothing out the soft cotton fabric on the flowing knee length dress, shooting Mingyu another glare as you continue. “And if you don’t keep your hands off me for at least an hour then you’re uninvited to the after party.” The words may come out sharper than you expect, but Mingyu just sulks, leaning back with a dramatic sigh. 

“Uninvited?”

“Uninvited.” You confirm, taking a few steps away from him grabbing your purse off the stand by the front door, and glance back at the melting man on the couch, “You’re the one who planned this whole thing, so you better not be the one to ruin it.” You warn softly, your hand digging through you small bag before trailing back over to Mingyu, “Can you go grab the present off the bed, we need to go.”  Mingyu’s pout deepens, but he trudges off, his broad shoulders filling the doorway as he disappears down the hall. He returns a few seconds later, holding the small, neatly wrapped gift with reluctant care. 

“But you’re the gift,” he mutters as he hands it to you, snagging his car keys from the bench by the front door. “I don’t know why we have to take another one. And I was only pawing at you because you look so pretty. Stupid Seungkwan and his stupid party… ruining my day.” You roll your eyes, slipping the present into your purse. 

“Gyu, you really need to get a handle on this sulking,” you mumble, brushing past him as he holds the door open for you. “Remember, this was your idea.” You say quietly before you both file out of the apartment. 

The drive to the restaurant isn’t long, but it feels stretched by the silence pressing in on you both. Your fingers tap lightly against Mingyu’s hand where it sits on your leg, his fingers curling into the flesh of your thigh, his other hand gripping the steering wheel like his life depends on it. The excitement from earlier, the teasing and flirting, has faded, replaced by a tension that simmers beneath Mingyu’s tense expression - like something has come to the surface that he was trying to ignore. His jaw is locked tight, the muscles ticking every so often like he's trying to bite something back. 

His eyes stay fixed on the road, his brow furrowed, too focused for such a short, familiar drive. You glance at him sidelong, trying to read him. “You okay?” you ask, your voice quiet, casual. 

Mingyu nods once, but it’s stiff, mechanical. “Yeah. Just thinking.” You hum in acknowledgement, though its clear there’s more to it than that, you want to press but something in the way his hand squeezes your leg and the tenseness in his shoulders gives you pause, tells you to let it be - even just for now. 

When Mingyu pulls into the restaurant’s small parking lot, you finally see the rest of the boys’ cars lined up, balloons faintly visible through the restaurant windows. But it’s the sight of Wonwoo that catches your eye, he’s standing at the back of his car, trunk open, bent slightly as he rifles through a stack of boxes. He looks like he’s counting something, his lips moving soundlessly, brow furrowed in concentration. His glasses have slipped low on his nose, his sleeves rolled up messily to his elbows.

When Mingyu’s hand releases your leg reluctantly, you slip out of the passenger seat, your heels clicking against the pavement, leaving Mingyu still in the car. “Whatcha doing in there?” You ask softly as you approach, peeking into the trunk at the wrapped gifts.  

Wonwoo glances over at you, giving a tight-lipped smile. “Just making sure we’ve got all the gifts. Cheol made me bring them all, said he didn’t trust anyone else.” Wonwoo says with a soft chuckle before adding, “I’m counting eleven, but I swear he said there should be twelve.” You reach into your purse, pulling out the small box Mingyu had handed you earlier. 

“Make that twelve.” You smile as you add it to the pile. Wonwoo’s smile releases a little tension, his posture visibly relaxing as he straightens up, He recounts the gifts before nodding to himself, pleased with the outcome. His gaze lifts, tracing the line of your dress slowly, deliberately, he doesn’t say anything at first, but the look lingers, and then he gives you a soft, appreciative smile. 

“You look great today,” he murmurs, voice quieter, a little lower. “Mingyu must be foaming at the mouth.” Your breath catches in your throat, not from the compliment, but from the weight behind it. His eyes flicker with something else, something unspoken, just for a second before he schools his expression again. You open your mouth to respond, but you don’t get the chance, the atmosphere shifts like a cold wind rolling through.

You both hear Mingyu’s door shut, at the next second he’s at your side, his long strides closing the distance in heartbeat, his hand finding yours, fingers curling tightly, possessively, around yours. “She always looks great.” Mingyu says, his voice flat but tight. His eyes don’t leave Wonwoo as he pulls you subtly but firmly into his side, his free hand dropping to your waist. You feel it then the way his whole body is humming with restrained tension, his grip too tight, his smile nonexistent. His gaze flickers briefly to your shoulder, where the last ghost of that old bruise lingers, faint yellow, barely there. “That stupid bruise has finally started to fade too,” he mutters under his breath. 

Wonwoo’s eyes follow Mingyu’s movements, dropping to the hand now splays over your hip, and his jaw tenses a little, your eyes widening as you look up at your boyfriend’s mirroring expression. Wonwoo adjust his glasses on his nose before turning away to close the trunk of his car. 

“You don’t need help bringing them inside?” You shift on your feet, clearing your throat as Mingyu pulls you against him a little firmer. 

Wonwoo’s response is immediate, maybe a little too quick. “No. We’re going to bring them in after dinner. Don’t want to crowd the tables.” His gaze flicks to Mingyu for a split second before he steps away from his car, shoving his hands in his pockets before adding quickly, “I’m going to head in…see you in there?” Mingyu nods once, stiff, his arms crossing over his chest as he watches Wonwoo walk off.

You wait until Wonwoo is out of earshot before turning in Mingyu’s grip to face him, your arms crossing over your chest. “What was that?” Mingyu doesn’t answer right away, his eyes are still fixed on the entrance where Wonwoo disappeared, a muscle in his jaw ticking, his hands leaving you to fold over his chest, mimicking you. “Mingyu?” You call his attention back to you, your brows pinching in confusion.  That pulls his eyes back to you, finally, his gaze softening just enough to make room for something that looks like guilt. 

“Sorry,” he mutters, then sighs and drags a hand through his hair, mussing it up even more. “I didn’t mean to be weird.” 

“You weren’t weird,” you say slowly. “You were territorial. That’s not like you.”

Mingyu huffs a laugh, but there’s no humour in it. “Isn’t it?”

He turns, leaning back against the car, his fingers twitching like he wants to reach for you but doesn’t. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ve just been pretending it’s not like me.” His voice is low, almost careful, like each word is being weighed before it leaves his lips. “But sometimes when I see the way he looks at you…”

You blink. “Wonwoo?” 

Mingyu nods, lips pressed into a tight line. “He’s always been good at hiding it, but I see it. How he looks at you…” He pauses for a moment, “It’s nothing” You don’t say anything, too caught in the raw vulnerability in Mingyu’s voice, the crack in his normally easygoing demeanour.

“It’s obviously not nothing.” You try to get him to keep talking, keep speaking his mind. You arms relax a little as you reach up to slowly pull his from their crossed stance against his chest. “Tell me what’s going on, Gyu.” He exhales slowly, his jaw working. 

“Things are just… weird right now between me and him.”

You blink. “Weird how?” He hesitates for a moment, his hands rise to cradle your face gently, his thumbs brushing against your skin like he’s grounding himself, like somehow having you in his hands gives him a sense of peace. 

“He used to like you.” Your breath catches. “I mean…” Mingyu swallows. “I think part of him still does.” You go quiet.  “I knew before we ever got together, back when we first started hanging out,” he says softly. “He never said it out loud, but I knew, and I ignored it. I figured he’d move on eventually. And now that you agreed to the set up—” His hands tense slightly on your cheeks. “—he’s different. He’s still my best friend, but there’s this… wall. Like I took something that wasn’t mine to take, like I’m purposely dangling something in front of him that he can never have.”

You wrap your hands around his wrists, anchoring him to you. “You didn’t take anything.”

“He looks at you like he regrets not saying anything,” Mingyu murmurs. “And it drives me fucking crazy because there’s a version of this where it was him, instead of me. Would you be happier? Would we still be friends? It just messes with me sometimes.” The way he looks now, his hands cradling you but his shoulders dropped in unneeded guilt. 

“Mingyu…” you sigh, taking a step into him, pushing up on your toes to press a soft kiss against his cheek, your hands reaching up to pull his away from your face, your fingers threading through his. “There’s no point thinking about an alternative that isn’t what’s real. I’m here and you’re stuck with me for the foreseeable future.” He closes his eyes, breath trembling for just a second, before he leans down pressing his lips softly to yours, like he’s apologising for the storm he’s been carrying. When you pull away, you whisper, “Ready?” He nods once, his fingers lacing through yours as you both make you way into the resturant

“Yeah,” he says, more to himself than anyone else. “Let’s go celebrate Seungkwan.”

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“I’m really glad you came,” Seungkwan says, leaning close so you can hear him over the soft hum of music and the buzz of conversation from the rest of the guests. “Mingyu told me you had to take the day off just to be here.” You lean in too, close enough to catch the faint citrus scent of his cologne. 

“Of course I’d be here,” you reply warmly. “I wouldn’t miss one of these parties for anything. Luckily, working from home means I can make up the time. A few extra hours here and there and no one even notices I’m gone.” Seungkwan smiles at that, a bit bashfully, his gaze dipping for a split second before returning to yours. 

“Your dress…” he murmurs, cheeks tinting pink, “It’s really pretty. You look beautiful in it. As usual.” The compliment draws a soft laugh from you, not teasing, just warm. Your hand slides under the table, finding Seungkwan’s  thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. His muscles tense instantly under your touch. 

“Trust me,” you whisper, eyes glinting as you lean closer to his ear. “You’d like what’s underneath it even more.” You leave him with that, drifting your attention toward your boyfriend, who’s deep in conversation with Seungcheol and Jeonghan.  Your fingers slip into Mingyu’s with practiced ease, joining the banter with a smile while feeling Seungkwan’s shaky breath from besides you, even if you don’t look back.

Three hours pass. Three hours of Seungkwan shifting in his seat, constantly readjusting, laughing too loud at jokes, flinching when your gaze brushes over him. He hasn’t touched his food and his drink sits nearly untouched. You steal another glance at him just as Hoshi says something particularly ridiculous, drawing laughter around the table. Seungkwan chuckles, but his fingers twitch, tugging discreetly at his dress pants under the table. His smile is a little too forced, a little too strained.

You lean toward him again, your voice low enough that only he can hear. “Are you okay?” He startles, blinking at you. His eyes flick down, to where Mingyu’s hand rests casually on your thigh, and then back to yours. He nods, but it’s not convincing, you arch your brow, silently telling him you’re not buying it and he swallows hard. A few minutes later, you murmur a soft “I’ll be back,” to Mingyu, planting a kiss on his cheek before slipping away from the table, you pull out your phone on the way to the bathroom and type a quick message. 

By the time you’re adjusting the straps of your dress in the mirror, you hear the quiet knock.

“Can I come in?”

Your lips curve. “Yeah.” Seungkwan slips inside, shutting the door behind him. He doesn’t come close, standing awkwardly just inside the room. His eyes flick up, down, over your form in the mirror, before settling on your face. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” you ask, turning to face him. “You’ve been squirming like you’re sitting on a bed of nails. Did something happen? Is it… something to do with me?” His cheeks bloom with colour, his hands cupped protectively in front of him. 

“Mingyu said it would feel good,” he blurts softly. 

You blink. “What do you mean?” He doesn’t meet your eyes. 

“He… gave me something. Yesterday. Told me to wear it. Said it’d get me ready for tonight.” His voice is quieter now, nearly drowned by the soft hum of the air vent, your gaze drops downward and realise where his hands are cupped.

“I tried to take it off earlier, but I couldn’t figure it out. It’s been on for hours. It… kind of hurts now.”

Your brows furrow. “Wait. You didn’t. Kwan—why would you trust anything Mingyu gives you? Have you ever even used a cock ring before?”

He shakes his head quickly. “No. I didn’t know it would… feel like this.”

You exhale, stepping toward him, your expression softening. “Okay. Do you need help getting it off?” He hesitates, then nods. His eyes are glossy, embarrassed, but he doesn’t pull away. 

“Do you want to undo your pants, or should I?” His head dips low, ashamed. “Alright,” you murmur, “Do you trust me?” Another small nod. You kneel in front of him, fingers working carefully at his belt and zipper. You tug the waistband of his trousers down and then his briefs, slowly, gently, until you see the source of the problem: a sleek black cock ring that’s far too tight and definitely not designed for extended wear, a small latch glints near the base. 

“There’s no way you were getting this off on your own,” you whisper, eyes scanning the device. “Mingyu’s such a dick sometimes..” You glance up, seungkwan is by the sink now, his entire body tense, chest heaving. 

“Come here. Hands on the counter,” you murmur, guiding him to brace himself.

“This is going to be intense,” you say gently, brushing his hair back. “But I promise, I’ll be quick.” With one hand steadying him, you use your other to find the latch and press. The ring clicks, loosens, and slides free. Seungkwan chokes on a gasp, his whole body jolting forward. 

“I can’t—It’s too much—I can’t—” he whimpers, hips stuttering against the air. You reach for him, your hand wrapping around his cock with steady, careful pressure, trying to help him ride out the wave building inside him. A sharp, breathy moan escapes him, too loud, and you press your palm gently to his mouth. 

“It’s okay,” you whisper. “Just breathe through it. You’re doing so well.” Warmth pulses over your hand as he comes, a helpless mess of twitching hips and stifled whimpers. You keep your grip steady until the tension finally leaves his body and he slumps forward, forehead nearly touching the mirror. You clean up quickly, rinsing your hands while he tucks himself back in with shaky fingers, wiping his face with trembling hands. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs hoarsely, not quite able to meet your eyes.

You turn to him with a small, understanding smile. “You don’t need to be embarrassed.”

“I’m such an idiot,” he groans. “I don’t even know why I listened to him.”

“He can be very persuasive,” you say with a knowing chuckle. Your eyes drop to the cock ring on the tile floor. “Hey… Seungkwan?”

“Yeah?”

“How do you feel about revenge?” His sheepish smile stretches into something wicked, mirroring your own.

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“Mingyu, can you help me unzip my dress?” You call out from the bedroom, fingers fumbling behind you for the zipper that is just out of reach, your tone is casual, feigned innocence, but your smile spreads across your face as you head his padded footsteps come down the hallway. 

His tie is loose around his neck, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his shirt untucked from his slacks. His hair is a mess on his head, from the amount of time he - or you - ran your fingers through it throughout the night, it’s messy in the best way. With an arched brow, and suspicion flashing in his eyes he motions for you to turn around, You do as you're told, glancing at him over your shoulder. His fingers brush your spine as he takes hold of the zipper, the slow, steady drag of it down your back making goosebumps bloom across your skin. The second the dress loosens, you let the straps slide off your shoulders, watching the fabric pool at your feet in a soft whisper. When you turn back to face him, you’re dressed in nothing but your baby-pink lingerie, lace that’s barely opaque and completely intentional.

Mingyu’s breath catches, the lingerie set had been one of his favourites when you had been looking online, his eyes instantly drop, grazing over you. His gaze is heavy, appreciative, pupils already blown wide. He swipes his tongue across his lower lip before dragging his gaze back up to meet yours.

“You’re looking at me like I’m in trouble,” he says, but his voice is thick, reverent. 

You tilt your head, grinning. “Have I ever told you how handsome I think you are?” you coo, stepping forward and grabbing him by his belt loops, tugging him closer until his hips bump into yours. His hands find your waist instinctively, holding you there, pressing you into him.

 “Not in the last hour,” he murmurs with a chuckle. You smirk and slowly drop to your knees, eyes locked with his.

“Let me fix that.” Your fingers make quick work of the zipper on his slacks, easing them down until they crumple at his ankles. His boxers follow, his half-hard cock springing free, already twitching with interest.

“Wait…” Mingyu stammers, blinking down at you, your hands pausing their trail up his thighs, “Shouldn’t we be waiting?” 

“Waiting for what?” You question with a tilt of your head. 

“For Seungkwan?” You glance up through your lashes, feigning innocence. 

“Aren’t you such a good friend? Looking out for him.” You coo, watching as Mingyu shrugs his shoulders, a pleased smile on his face. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if we got started early.” Your tone is too sweet. Almost dangerous, before he can respond, you reach between your breasts and slip out the small black silicone toy tucked neatly in your bra.

Mingyu doesn’t even have time to react before you slide the cock ring down over him, swift and practiced. The first ring hugs the base of his cock, the second loop stretches down, snugly encasing his balls, locking it all into place. He lets out a startled breath, somewhere between a groan and a curse. “What the fuck?” You rise to your feet, brushing imaginary dust from your hands, and look him straight in the eyes.

“You thought I wouldn’t find out?” you say, voice sharp with amusement. “Poor Seungkwan was stuck with that thing on for hours. Hours. He was practically crying when I finally took it off for him.” Mingyu’s lips part, but you cut him off. “All because he trusted you. And you, of all people, haven’t even worn one yourself.” You take a slow, purposeful step closer. “That’s a little unfair, don’t you think?” Before he can argue, you flick a small switch at the base of the ring. A soft whir fills the space between you. Mingyu jerks slightly, the sudden vibration making his cock swell immediately. He sucks in a harsh breath, hips twitching forward toward you like his body’s moving before his brain can catch up.

You step back, just out of reach, smiling sweetly. “Oh, one more thing… Seungkwan has the remote.” Mingyu’s expression freezes as the bedroom door opens. 

Seungkwan stands there, his cheeks pink but his expression calm, composed, holding the slim black remote like it’s some sacred relic. You nod to him, and with a single click, the vibration pulses stronger. Mingyu lets out a strangled groan, hands balling into fists at his sides. “You little fox.” He reaches for the ring, but you click your tongue, stepping in to smack his hand away gently.

“Ah ah. Don’t touch it.” You circle him slowly, like a predator with its prey, your hands reaching out to Mingyu’s shirt, slowly undoing button by button. “Here’s how tonight works. If you behave, you’ll be allowed to cum. If not…” You glance at Seungkwan. “Well, we’ll leave that up to him. And you know how long he can hold a grudge.”

Mingyu’s mouth opens in protest, but you cut him off with a firm, “Get on the bed.” He obeys without argument, crawling up onto the mattress and sitting back against the headboard, his shirt falling open his loosened tie sitting against his bare chest. You follow with your own slow grace, climbing into his lap, one knee at a time, before reaching under the pillow and pulling out a pair of silver handcuffs.

“Arms up,” you command. Mingyu raises his arms, and you click one cuff onto his wrist, thread it through the bars of the headboard, and secure the other one. You test the fit. He tugs slightly, but doesn’t complain. “Good.” You kiss him once, sweet and soft, a stark contrast to the heat crackling in the room, before slipping off his lap and gesturing to Seungkwan.

“Take a seat here.” You pat the desk chair. He obeys, sitting stiffly, still gripping the remote like it might explode.“Seungkwan,” you say, walking around behind him, hands sliding over his shoulders, “you have a very important job tonight. Any time Mingyu misbehaves, talks out of turn, tries to touch himself, or if I say so—you press that little button. Two minutes of vibration each time. And if he’s still acting up…” You lean down, whispering in his ear, “Crank it higher.” Seungkwan nods quickly, swallowing hard, you walk around to face him again, crouching slightly to his eye level. “Good boy.” You stand again, slowly circling back to the bed. “Now,” you say lightly, “a little birdie told me you don’t have much experience.”

From the bed, Mingyu snorts. “More like no experience.” You barely turn your head before Seungkwan taps the remote. Mingyu jolts with a gasp, a deep groan pulled from his throat. 

“Two minutes starts now,” you say coolly. Your gaze slides back to Seungkwan, who’s flushed pink but sitting tall, hands folded neatly in his lap. “Are you a virgin, Seungkwan?” you ask softly, your voice almost a caress. He nods once, nervously. “Anyone else in your group?” you press gently.

He nods again. “A few of us.” You hum, then glance back at Mingyu, just in time to see his mouth open. Seungkwan presses the button again without being told. Mingyu’s body jolts once more, back arching, groaning as the cock ring vibrates harder. You watch the scene unfold like a performance made just for you.

“Tell me,” you murmur, refocusing on Seungkwan, “do you have any fantasies? Anything you’ve thought about, or wanted to try?” Seungkwan hesitates for a long moment. Then he speaks, voice trembling but honest. “Mingyu once said… that watching you ride his thigh almost made him cum untouched. And I haven’t stopped thinking about it.” You raise an eyebrow, casting a wicked look toward your boyfriend, who tries and fails to look innocent. You step toward Seungkwan slowly, legs straddling his, lowering yourself onto his thigh. Your lace panties press against the fabric of his pants.

“Like this?” you whisper, and he nods, pupils dilating. You take the remote from his hand and turn off the vibrations. Mingyu exhales, sagging against the headboard. Your hands wrap around Seungkwan’s shoulders, sliding down his arms and guiding his hands to your waist. “Show me what you imagined.” You’re straddling his thigh, your bare skin barely brushing the fabric of his pants, and for a long second, he doesn’t move. He just stares up at you, his lips parted slightly, as if trying to commit every detail of you to memory. The curve of your waist. The heat in your gaze. The way you roll your hips, just once, slow and steady, dragging your soaked underwear against the hard muscle of his thigh. You swear you feel his breath catch. Then he finally moves. His hands, hesitant but eager, curl around your hips. He exhales, the sound shaky. And then, he tugs. 

Your body glides forward, a smooth stroke of friction that draws a soft gasp from you. Seungkwan’s breath hitches again, his fingers tightening as he pulls you back, slowly, his thigh tensing hard beneath you. He watches the way your breath stutters, your lashes flutter, the way your nails dig into his shoulders when you meet the push of his hands with your own rhythm. “God,” he mutters, mostly to himself, like he still can’t believe this is happening. Like he’s not sure how much more he can take. 

“Is this what you wanted?” you whisper, breath ghosting across his cheek as you lean closer, “Do you feel how wet you’re making me?” His head tips back slightly, the motion exposing the column of his throat. You press your lips to the warm skin there, gentle kisses layered with slow, sucking drags that leave blooming pink marks in your wake. He lets out a low, strangled moan, his hands faltering, his hips shifting beneath you.  His hands tighten again, holding your hips still against his leg as he unconsciously rolls his own up, chasing the friction you’re both drowning in. His cock twitches beneath the fabric of his pants, barely contained.

“Did you just come in your pants?” Mingyu calls from the bed, smug amusement dripping from his tone. He’s grinning, arms still pinned above his head, cock straining up under the ring. You don’t even glance at him. You just lift the remote and press the button, Mingyu’s body arches with a gasp, a pitiful whine slipping out of him.

“You are insufferable sometimes,” you mutter, not bothering to hide the smirk on your lips as you turn your full attention back to Seungkwan. You lift his chin, fingers soft but firm, guiding his gaze back to yours. 

“It just felt so good,” he says, dazed, voice barely audible.

“I know.” You smile down at him as you push yourself off his leg, Seungkwan’s hands trailing after you as you pull out your phone typing out a quick message, throwing it to the bed as you turn back to the flushed man in front of you, sitting at the edge of the bed and beckoning Seungkwan with a tilt of your head.

He doesn’t hesitate. Not now. As soon as he’s within reach, you hook your hands into the collar of his shirt and pull him down, your lips catching his in a hungry kiss. It’s clumsy at first, he’s still overwhelmed, trembling with leftover pleasure, but he melts into you, kissing you deeper. You pull him gently onto the bed with you, guiding his body until he’s laying over you, supported by his arms as you kiss him harder. You can feel the need trembling through him, the way he shivers when your nails scrape lightly against the fabric on his back.

Seungkwan’s lips are still swollen from your kiss, his eyes dazed and barely in focus as he pulls away, trying to catch his breath, you see the hesitation in him, the way he’s trying to be respectful, not letting his eyes wander further from your face. You take his hand gently, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and guiding it between your thighs. “We’re not rushing,” you say softly. “I want you to feel what you do to me.” His breath stutters as you move his hand down, his fingers trembling in your grasp. You pull your panties aside and press his index and middle fingers into your slit. The moment his skin touches your wet heat, he chokes out a quiet sound.

“God,” he whispers, eyes flicking up to yours in disbelief. “You’re so...”

“I told you.” You smile slowly, your hand not letting go. “Now watch.” You slide his fingers along your folds, gathering slick and coating his skin. You guide him in slow strokes, teasing up and down your pussy before gently nudging his fingertips toward your entrance. His mouth is hanging slightly open as you help him press inside.

One knuckle. Then two.

“Shit,” he gasps, eyes darting down to where his hand disappears into you. “You’re so warm—so tight, I—”

“Breathe,” you remind him, voice low and thick. “Move them slowly.” He does. Carefully, as if he’s scared he’ll hurt you if he’s too eager. You let go of his hand now, watching as he begins to curl his fingers inside you, stroking tenderly along your walls. The way he watches you, utterly mesmerised, eyes locked on the way your body reacts.

“Just like that, Seungkwan,” you breathe, hips lifting into the rhythm he’s building. “You’re doing so good.” Across the room, Mingyu groans. The sound is low, desperate. His arms are still pinned above his head, metal cuffs glinting in the dim light. His cock is painfully hard, the ring around the base keeping him right on the edge, and he’s been reduced to nothing but a mess of gasping breaths and twitching hips.

“Fuck, please,” he pants. “Let me—just touch—something—” You don’t even glance at him. Not yet.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper to Seungkwan, your body pulsing around his fingers. You reach up to cup his jaw, pulling him closer as you roll your hips down, grinding against his hand. “Try a third. Slowly.” Seungkwan hesitates for only a second before doing what you ask, sliding a third finger in with a shaky groan. You clench around him involuntarily, a guttural moan ripping from your throat as he fills you deeper. You hear Mingyu curse violently under his breath, chains rattling as he pulls against the cuffs, cock visibly throbbing in frustration.

“You’re killing me,” Mingyu groans, hips bucking helplessly into the air. “I can hear how wet she is. I can see your fingers disappearing in her—fuck, I can’t take this—”

You turn back to Seungkwan, “Keep curling them,” you whisper, dragging his mouth down to yours. “Like this…” You moan into his lips as he follows your instructions, his pace increasing slightly, more confident now. He watches your body fall apart under his touch like he can’t believe it—like he never imagined someone could unravel this beautifully from something so simple. Your walls pulse around his fingers as he hits the perfect spot inside you, over and over.

“Holy shit,” Seungkwan breathes, you arch your back, your hands grabbing at the sheets, your voice cracking with the next moan.

From the bed, Mingyu’s voice breaks. “God—please—just let me come—” Your hand finds the remote again, not looking, and you press the button up one more level. Mingyu’s body jerks, an almost sob tearing out of his throat, hips thrusting wildly in the air as the cock ring pulses with sensation and denial.

“You’re such a brat,” you murmur toward him, breathless. But all your focus is still on Seungkwan. On the way his fingers keep moving inside you, his breath ragged and fast, his cock rock-hard and untouched. He looks overwhelmed, almost afraid to stop, like he’s terrified this is a dream that’ll vanish if he hesitates. You reach down, still gasping, and cover his hand again, slowing his motions with a squeeze of your fingers. 

You’re both still catching your breath, your slick dripping down Seungkwan’s fingers, your thighs trembling, his mouth parted in awe like he’s forgotten how to blink. He’s kneeling between your legs now, eyes flicking from your face to where his hand had just been, still glistening. His cheeks are flushed, lips swollen from your earlier kisses, his cock twitching against the fabric of his pants, untouched but throbbing with need.

“Hey,” you say softly, reaching for him again. He looks up instantly, like he’s worried he’s done something wrong. You cradle his face in your hands. “You’re doing so well, Seungkwan. But I want to check in. You okay?”

He nods quickly, a little too quickly, breath catching. “Yeah—yes. I’m just—I didn’t know it would feel like this. I didn’t know I’d get to see you like this. I…” He trails off, eyes falling shut for a moment like he’s trying to process everything at once.

You smile, brushing your thumbs across his cheeks. “I want to take care of you. But only if you want that too.”

“I want it,” he says instantly, voice small and sincere. “I really want to. I just… I’ve never…”

“I know,” you whisper, gently pressing your forehead to his. “That’s why I want to go slow. I’ll guide you through everything, okay? You tell me if anything feels too much. If you want to stop at any point, we stop.”

He swallows hard, his hands resting on your hips now. “Okay.” You lean back slightly, trailing your hand down between your thighs, dragging your fingers through your slick and dipping them into the waist band of his pants wrapping them around his cock, stroking him slowly. He groans, eyes wide and wild. “You can say no to this too. You don’t have to do anything for me.”

“But I want to,” he breathes. “I want to be inside you.” Your heart swells at the honesty in his voice. You guide him gently forward, undoing the buttons on his pants before letting them fall down his legs, your other hand sliding down to part your folds and line his cock up with your entrance. He’s thick and flushed, already leaking, the heat of him making you gasp even before he’s inside.

You pause, letting the moment hang there.

“Are you sure, Seungkwan?” you ask one more time, your eyes locked with his. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I’m sure,” he whispers and with a soft kiss to his lips, you guide him in slowly. He sucks in a breath the moment the tip of his cock slips past your entrance, his whole body freezing for a beat like he’s afraid to move, afraid he’ll finish too fast.

You keep a hand on his face, stroking his cheek, your voice warm and low. “That’s it… just go slow. Let your body adjust. You feel so good.” He groans, eyes rolling slightly as he pushes in further, inch by inch, and you feel every single one. His hips stutter forward, and you grip his shoulders gently, keeping him steady. When he’s fully inside, buried to the hilt, he gasps, loud and wrecked.

“Oh my god,” he breathes, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “You’re so tight.”

“You’re doing perfectly,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “Just stay still for a second. Breathe.” He does. His chest rises and falls against yours, heart pounding in sync with yours. You feel his hands grip your waist, thumbs brushing over your skin like he’s grounding himself in the sensation. When he starts to move, it’s tentative, small thrusts, shallow and gentle, his moans broken and breathless.

“God, I’m—this is insane,” he groans, eyes fluttering shut. “I didn’t know it would feel like this.” His rhythm is slow, a little unsteady, but every thrust makes your body spark with warmth. And even in his inexperience, there’s something so honest about the way he moves, so focused on you, on how you feel, on making it mean something. His hips start to move faster now, deeper, and you can hear the change in his breath—rising, ragged, desperate. He’s already close. You can feel it in the way his thighs tremble, the way his cock throbs inside you.

“Can I—?” he pants, voice tight. “I don’t know how much longer I can—”

“Yes,” you whisper, pulling him flush against you, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. “Come for me, Boo” His whole body tenses with the force of it, hips jerking as he spills inside you, moaning your name like a prayer. You hold him through it, rocking your hips gently, riding out the waves with him. He kisses your shoulder, your cheek, your jaw, soft and unsure, but full of gratitude. When the moment finally settles, when your bodies stop trembling, Seungkwan lifts his head to look at you.

“You okay?” you ask again, brushing his damp hair off his forehead. He nods, eyes a little glassy, lips curved in a small, shy smile. 

From the bed, Mingyu groans dramatically. “I hate both of you. Just so we’re clear.” You chuckle breathlessly, reaching for the remote again, but not pressing it yet. You run your hand through Seungkwan’s hair as he relaxes his body still warm and pliant, overwhelmed in the sweetest way. He’s quiet for a long time, just breathing with you.

And then, in the softest whisper, “Thank you.”

You brush a hand through his damp hair and murmur, “Time to get up. Seungcheol’s going to be outside any minute.”

Seungkwan groans softly in protest, nuzzling deeper into your skin. “Can’t I stay like this?”

You smile, pressing another soft kiss to his temple. “Unfortunately not.” He lets out a breathy laugh and slowly peels himself off of you, careful and quiet like he’s afraid he’ll disturb the stillness you created together. As he runs a shaky hand through his hair, you reach for your phone to check the time and right on cue, a message from Seungcheol pings, “Outside.”

You text him a quick “Be right there” and place the phone down again before turning back to Seungkwan, who’s now sitting on the edge of the bed, blinking like he’s still processing everything. You move in front of him, settling between his legs and holding his face in your hands.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask gently. “No regrets? No weird feelings?”

He meets your eyes, and for once, he doesn’t hesitate. “No weird feelings. Just…” He laughs under his breath. “I think my brain is still catching up with what just happened.”

You grin, leaning in to press your lips to his cheek, then the other, then his forehead.

“Take it easy tonight. Hydrate, sleep.”  You grab a hoodie off the back of a chair and slip it over your frame. Slipping on some shoes you turn towards your boyfriend still handcuffed to the bed. “Stay.” You tease, a chuff of laughter leaving Seungkwan as he follows you to the front door. 

The two of you quickly make your way down stairs to the waiting car in front of the building, Seungcheol shooting you a quick wave as you usher Seungkwan into the car, making him promise to have a shower and a nap when he got home. 

You just about make it into the apartment when you hear to loud sigh of your boyfriend, exactly where you left him.  “Oh, finally.” Mingyu’s voice is thick with mock betrayal. “What was that, an after-school special goodbye? I’ve aged like five years over here.” You make your way slowly into the bedroom, arms crossing over your chest. Mingyu’s still sprawled out on the bed, flushed, panting lightly, and clearly not over the fact that he’s been a captive audience for a very long time. The cuffs are still snug around his wrists, and his hips are lifting slightly with every breath, the cock ring still in place, his cock leaking steadily.

“Gyu,” you say flatly, walking back to the edge of the bed. “You’ve been talking a lot for someone who put one of their friends in a very vulnerable position today.” Mingyu groans again, dropping his head back against the pillow.

“I didn’t think you’d handcuff me to a bed for it.” He whines, still pulling against the restraints as you make your way to the end of the bed, perching lightly on the edge, sitting next to him and letting your hand rest on his stomach, barely touching. His abs tense beneath your fingers.

“You know I’m dying, right?” he mumbles, eyes fluttering shut. “Like. Genuinely. Actual medical emergency. I think my soul left my body about fifteen minutes ago.” You laugh, sliding your hand down just enough to graze the edge of the cock ring, one flick of the device, the black ring falling away as Mingyu lets out a deep groan. 

“You’re fine,” you say. 

Mingyu opens one eye. “You're punishing me.”

“No, I’m ignoring you.” He sighs heavily, but his grin is sneaking through again.

“I just want a little attention. Maybe a kiss. Maybe a hand, or a mouth, or—” You lean over and press a kiss to his cheek, and he makes a little satisfied hum. “That’s not quite what I meant,” he murmurs.

“I know.” You smile and tap his chest with your fingertips. “But it’s what you’re getting for now.” He lets out the softest, most pathetic whine. You grin, leaning forward again, this time brushing your lips lightly against his.

“I’m still mad at you,” you whisper.

“And I’m still painfully hard,” he mutters back. “So I guess we’re even.”  You just roll your eyes before pulling the key out of the bedside drawer, slowly undoing one wrist before throwing the key besides him. 

“You can take care of yourself now.” You say with a frown, sliding off the bed and picking up a towel from the cupboard. 

“Wait, where are you going?” 

“To shower.” 

“Without me?” Mingyu whines as he fumbles around for the key which is now lost in the sheets, his cock still rock hard against his abdomen. “What am I meant to do about this?” He cries out as you pause by the door. 

“You’re a big boy, I’m sure you can figure it out.” You tease as you slide out of the room and into the bathroom, not sparing a second glance to you still restrained and obscenely hard boyfriend. 

[xddaengx]

play along - the series ⎜ pt 2 (rewrite)

✧ Pairings: Seventeen x Reader ⎜ Woozi x Reader ⎜ Mingyu x Reader

✧ Genre: Poly AU! ⎜ Idol AU ⎜ Established Relationship ⎜ Romance ⎜

✧ Warnings: woozi is a pleaser⎜ oral (f!recieving)⎜ Multiple Partners ⎜ Poly AU⎜insecurity⎜MDNI 18 + ⎜sap woozi ⎜body worship ⎜slow burnish ⎜

✧ Word Count: 5.6k

✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.

✧ Author’s Note: This is a rewrite of the original series as I wanted to try and update it a bit better in my own style, you can find a master post of the whole series here -> play along pt 1 - 10 - best believe I was listening to a playlist called seventeen sexy songs on spotify while I wrote this, let me know what y'all think.

(UNEDITED)

You keep your voice quiet as you speak into your phone, your hand cupped over the end to try and muffle your words even more, the faint tap of your shoes as you walk down the silent hallway. “But… if he’s busy I don’t want to interrupt him.” You murmur into the phone dropping your head in a soft bow as you pass by some staff who barely pay you any attention as you continue to approach the studio, nerves prickling the edges of your skin. 

“Don’t think of it as interrupting then.” Mingyu says through the crackle of your phone, his words muted by the loud music playing in the background, his members voice echoing through your speaker. His voice is calm, casual but you can almost see the way the corners of his lips are tilted upwards in a cheeky grin, “He knows you’re coming and he said he’s excited,” Mingyu starts, your hum of doubt making him pause, a breathy chuckle hitting your ears, “Okay, he pretty much said that, in the way that Woozi does, besides he’s in that studio all day, everyday, it won’t hurt him to see a pretty face every once in a while.” 

You huff a soft laugh, trying to ignore the way your stomach flip flops at the compliment, you had been dating Mingyu for so long now, you don’t know why he still made you nervous with simple words, “As long as you warned him, we all know what happened last time Hoshi tried to sneak in.” 

“Hey, he helped me make a song.” Hoshi cuts through the speaker on your phone, your eyes catching sight of the frosted studio door the words “UNIVERSE FACTORY” printed in large black letters in the centre. 

“At the cost of an eyebrow.” Mingyu chimes back and you can hear the muffled huff of Hoshi as he argues under his breath. “Baby, he likes you, like actually genuinely likes you which is rare for Woozi so just go with the flow, he won’t do anything you don’t want him to.” Your feet pause outside the door, your head nodding as Mingyu talks, your breaths evening out and you let out a quiet sigh. 

“I’m at the door.” You whisper slowly. 

“Okay, you remember the code…26-05” You nod again even though no one can see you, your lip catching between your teeth as you murmur out a soft goodbye, a smile blooming at the multiple you get back in return. You hang up, slipping the phone into your bag before sliding up the pin cover on the door - 2...6 - the door opens with a click before you’re even finished your eyes shooting up to find Woozi peeking through the door towards you. 

“I had a feeling it was you.” Woozi says, his voice hoarse, as if it’s been a while since he had to use it, he stands just inside the door way opening it a touch wider for you to slip in besides him, the door clicking shut quietly as you glance around his studio. 

“Oh, Mingyu said you might be busy and to just let myself in.” You stumble out quickly, your gaze flicking over to him before moving to continue taking in the room.

 “I was,” he agrees, watching you closely, “but I kept checking the time. I didn’t want to miss you.” You glance around the studio, surprised by how cozy it feels despite the modern, open layout. It’s filled with shelves of vinyl records, scattered scribbled notes, softly glowing lamps, and ambient lighting that makes the space feel almost sacred. A mix of LED light line the roof, hidden mainly from view other then the soft blue glow they let peek out.

It’s quiet, and warm and cozy, just like him. 

“You’ve really put your own little spin on this place, haven’t you?” You say, drifting further into the room. 

“It took a while to get it right, the way I was picturing it to be anyway.” Woozi’s gaze follows yours as you look over the sprawled papers on his desk, the computer opened on multiple screens with his work spread across them. “Do you…um… do you want to see what I was working on?” Your head nods in response before you even get a chance to think about it, Woozi sliding past you to sit in his desk chair his fingers working quickly on the keyboard as he motions you over, his hands reaching for a headphone set off to the side. 

You wander over, perching on the arm of his couch tucked against the wall, taking the offering of headphones from him quickly, sliding them over you ears before giving him a quick nod, the producer clicking his thumb against the space bar, the music quickly filling your ears, soft and aching, layered with harmonies that tug at something inside your chest. It's not for the charts, it’s not for performance, it feels personal. Raw. You don’t speak until the last note fades.

“Woah.” You say quietly, sliding the headphones off your ears as you pull your lip between your teeth again, unsure about what to say. “It gives me the same feelings as Hug did, it feels so upsetting and comforting at the same time.”  That gets a quiet laugh out of him. His shoulders ease, but his fingers keep fidgeting at the edge of his sleeve. You watch his profile in the glow of the screen, smooth jawline, soft eyes, lips pressed tightly together like he’s holding something back.

He glances at you. “I heard you and Hoshi hung out the other night.”

“I guess you could say that…” You start, a soft laugh bubbling out of you as you add, “We had a good ol’ chat.” Woozi just hums, his smile widening a bit at your joke before he adds on,

“He said it was the best he’s slept in months…” You lean back on the arm of the couch, curious to where this was going, You feel his gaze lingering on you, heavy and quiet, like there’s something that he wants to say but he just can’t get it out. “I was nervous about today, about how this whole thing is going to work.” He finally manages to voice his thoughts, your brows raising a little in surprise at his words. 

You shift a little on your seat, turning to face him a little more, “How what is going to work?” 

“I mean it’s not like we hang out or really do anything together, I mean I think before today we’ve had a total of maybe four conversations and most of the time you don’t even look at me while we do.” You blink at him, a little startled by his honestly, by the details he seemed to be keeping track of. 

“It’s just… I don’t want you to feel obligated to come here, you know? Mingyu and Hoshi…” He pauses for a moment, his brows squeezing together as he thinks of the right words, “The others, people usually gravitate towards them naturally and I’m not really one of thos—” 

“Don’t say you’re not like them,” you interrupt. “That’s the point. You’re not supposed to be.” He looks at you again, uncertain. You continue, voice soft but firm. “I’m here because I want to be here. Not because someone is forcing me to or because I want everyone to feel included just to get closer to one of you. I don’t care that we’ve only talked a handful of times. I care that every one of them mattered.” You see it, the flicker of emotion across his face. Relief, maybe. For a moment, he doesn’t move. You can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers twitch slightly at his sides like he wants to reach out but doesn’t know how. His lips part, then close again.

“Woozi,” You mumble as you stand from your spot, gently placing the headphones back on his desk before crossing your arms over your chest, “I’m here because I want to be, but I don’t have to stay if you don’t want me to.” Your words hang open in the space between you, soft and heavy, filling the room with an almost unbreathable silence. You’re both standing now, Woozi springing from his chair like something bit him, his arms still limp by his side as he watches you closely. 

He doesn’t speak, or move, his eyes are fixed on you, wide and unreadable, but you can see the cogs turning, the thoughts rushing past his eyes as his gaze begins to flicker over you - roaming, from head to toe as he takes everything in. You catch the way his throat bobs as he swallows down whatever thought almost made it to the surface. He wants to say something, you can tell, his fingers twitching at his sides before digging into his thigh, like he’s so close to reaching out to you but a part of him just doesn’t know how. 

You glance down at them, his hands, slender, elegant, calloused, capable of creating the kind of music that makes people cry without knowing why. But right now, those same hands tremble slightly at the thought of just touching you. And still, nothing, so you take a breath and try again. You didn’t think agreeing to sleep with your boyfriends friends would lead to so many situations of uncertainty and you’ve barely even begun. 

“You can tell me, you know.” You say, your voice a tremble in the wind, not wanting to spook the man before you, “if you’re not sure about this or… if it’s too much too fast, you can always tell me.” You hint, wanting to give him the space to pull away without any guilt or second guessing. 

“I’m not unsure of anything.” Woozi finally responds, and you can’t help the breathy laugh that escapes you, your eyes tracking over him again, his posture still tense those his hands have managed to release his thighs. “I’m just nervous.” 

“Nervous about what? I didn’t think I was the type of person to make people nervous.” You let out a soft chuckle at your own joke, only just managing to catch the glare of despair that Woozi shoots over to you, the exasperation evident on his face. “What are you nervous about, Woozi?” You ask again, your gaze a little softer, your arms falling from their spot against your chest, taking hold of the hem of your dress, fiddling with the fabric.  He laughs, but there’s no humour in it. Just breath, nervous and tight. 

“Of getting this wrong. Of ruining something before it even starts. Of wanting something too much and making you uncomfortable.” His words knock the air out of you, not because they’re dramatic, but because they aren’t, but because they’re plainspoken and real and so unmistakably Woozi. 

You take a step closer. “You haven’t ruined anything.”

He nods once, slowly. “But I might. And my legs don’t seem to be working at the moment.” 

“Woozi,” you say, and his eyes shift to you again. You hesitate for a moment before reaching out, slowly - cautiously, letting your fingertips brush the back of his hand resting on his leg. His breath catches, the contact is featherlight, nothing more than skin grazing skin. But you feel the electricity of it spark down your spine like a live wire. His hand stays there, tense beneath yours, as if he’s trying to hold himself in place. He doesn’t pull away. “I don’t need you to do anything grand,” you murmur. “I just need you to be you.”

Woozi is quiet for a moment, the slowly, almost unnoticeably his hand turns under yours, his fingers curling in between yours gently, his eyes watching the motions almost like he can’t believe this is really happening. His palms are a little sweaty against yours but you can’t help the way your lips tilt up at his movements. “I thought about you all week,” he says suddenly, voice low and hoarse. “And every time I let myself imagine you being here, I’d get halfway through the thought before talking myself out of it. I’d think, she’ll be uncomfortable, or I won’t know what to say, or what if I want to touch her and she doesn’t want that?” His quiet confession leaves a brick on your chest, he’s honest, and vulnerable in the way that Woozi has always been good at. 

You feel his fingers flex against yours, almost like he’s waiting for you to pull your hand away from his, but you don’t. You squeeze his hand softly, taking a small step closer to him. “You just have to ask.” Your voice, floats around the room, tangling in Woozi’s head as he thinks over every syllable. 

Woozi blinks, like he hadn’t even realised that was an option, his mouth parts again and for a moment, nothing happens, nothing comes out, just the soft rise and fall of his chest as the producer stands at a loss for words. He copies your movements, shifting one step closer his fingers wrapping around yours just a little bit tighter. “You don’t know how long it’s been since I let myself want something this much,” he says, voice lower now, softer. “Want someone.” He clarifies. Then, his free hand rises, hesitantly as if he’s expecting you to smack it away at the last moment, and hovers near your hips, his eyes searching yours for permission.  His hand settles lightly, tentative at first, and then firmer once he sees you’re not going anywhere. The warmth of his palm seeps through the fabric of your dress like a slow burn, grounding you both in something real and now. “You’re warm,” he mumbles, almost to himself.

“And you’re shaking,” you whisper back, the edge of a smile tugging at your lips.

“I know.” His head tips toward you slightly, almost as if he’s leaning into your orbit without realising it. “This is… new. Not just the situation. You.” 

You tilt your head. “Me?”

“You feel safe,” he says, like the words are being dragged out of him against years of practiced restraint. “Like someone I don’t have to perform for.” You reach up, brushing a strand of his hair back from his forehead. His eyes flutter shut briefly, like he’s memorising the feeling.

“I see why Hoshi was so pleased with himself.” Woozi hums almost to himself, “One look from you and we all crumble like sand.” Your breath catches a little as his other hand pulls out of yours, adding itself to your hip, his fingers curling into your plush flesh, slow and deliberate. He watches your face, looking for any signs that he should stop himself, pull away. 

You give him nothing, not even a hint of hesitation, especially when you step forwards, closing any space left between you, the warmth of him leaking through the thin fabric of your clothes, your hands lifting to gently smooth down the front of his shirt, his muscles flexing as you feel the solid thump of his heart. “You keep saying you’re nervous, but you haven’t run away from me yet.” You tease.

“I don’t think I could if I tried,” he breathes, eyes locked onto yours like you’re the only thing anchoring him to the floor. “Not from you.” You reach up, your hand tracing the edge of his jaw with the lightest touch, and he leans into it - subtly, but enough that it makes your chest ache. 

“Then what are you waiting for?” There’s no more hesitation after that. Woozi moves. It’s not rushed. It’s not aggressive. It’s slow, desperate. His lips find yours with a gentleness that betrays just how long he’s wanted this, how hard he’s tried to be careful, to not let that want slip through the cracks of his usually tightly guarded expression. His mouth is soft and warm, but it deepens quickly when you respond, when your hands slide up into his hair and your body presses flush against his. He makes a low sound, something between a sigh and a moan, deep in his throat. The sound vibrates against your lips, and it’s all the encouragement you need to press harder, to tilt your head and let your mouth open just enough for him to taste.

The kiss turns heated, fast, like all the restraint he’s been practicing has finally snapped under the weight of your closeness. His hands glide along your hips, his thumbs brushing the soft material of your dress, a frustrated groan sounding from the back of his throat. You still feel the delicate tremble in his fingers, but they hold you firmly now, pulling you closer until your thighs bump the edge of his desk and he’s crowding you into the space between him and the mess of his music.

“You smell like flowers,” he whispers between kisses, his breath ragged, lips brushing over your jaw now, his voice husky. “I can’t think when you’re this close.” You smile, letting your hands wander, down the firm lines of his abdomen, along the curve of his arms wrapped around you. 

“Then stop thinking,” you murmur against his ear, nipping softly at the shell, “Just feel.” Something in him breaks at that. He groans, low and desperate, and suddenly his hands are on the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up effortlessly to sit on the edge of his desk. Pages scatter beneath you, pens and notebooks shifting, but neither of you notice. Your legs part automatically, instinctively, and he steps between them, the motion pressing your bodies together again, tighter, hotter. His mouth crashes back into yours, more urgent now, his hands roaming, one slipping beneath the hem of your dress, fingers teasing at the soft, bare skin of your thigh, while the other anchors you at your waist.

His kisses turn needy, his teeth scraping against your bottom lip as you raise your hands to thread into his hair - his lips trying to pour every desire he’s ever had into your kiss, there a part of you that’s ashamed that you respond so equally to Woozi, knowing after this you’ll be going back to your boyfriend, you’ll always go back to him at the end of the day. 

“You’re real,” he murmurs, like he still doesn’t believe it, his forehead pressed against yours as he catches his breath. “This is real, right?” You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer until your noses brush. 

“As real as you want it to be.” He kisses you again, slower this time, more controlled, but the fire behind it doesn’t dim. His hand strokes over your thigh, up and up, until he’s teasing along the hem of your underwear, his fingers hovering there, waiting. You pull back just enough to meet his eyes, your own breathing quick and uneven. “You can,” you whisper. “If you want to.”

“I want to.” Woozi’s voice cracks as he pulls away from you, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he can really consider them, his fingers digging into your thighs as he lets out slow, deep breaths. His voice is rougher than you’ve ever heard it when he continues, “I want to hear every sound that Mingyu had ever kept hidden from us.” The words send a spike of heat straight down, the acknowledgment of this whole situation somehow lighting even more fire under you as you picture your boyfriend’s pleased smile at Woozi’s words.  He touches you softly at first and when he feels how ready you already are for him, he makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat.

“You’re already soaked,” he murmurs, kissing your neck, your jaw, the corner of your mouth. “I haven’t even done anything.”

“You’ve done plenty,” you breathe, your hips tilting toward his hand instinctively, desperate for more. He groans again, fingers beginning to move in slow, deliberate circles that have your thighs trembling around him in seconds. You cling to him, the pressure in your stomach coiling tighter with every breath, every flick of his fingers, every soft kiss he presses to your collarbone. He finds your pulse point and sucks softly, earning a gasp from you that only makes him move faster. Pulling back for only a moment to send you a question glance as he looks down at the yellowing bruise on your shoulder. 

“Ask Hoshi.” You just barely to get out before Woozi’s lips are back on you pressing a short kiss against the bruise. 

“Let me see you,” he says suddenly, pulling back just enough to look at you. “I want to see your face.” You don’t hesitate, you reach down, tugging the straps of your dress off your shoulders, letting the fabric fall until you’re exposed to him, bare from the waist up in the soft, warm glow of his studio. His breath catches audibly, his hands still against your thighs as he drinks you in.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, with so much sincerity it makes your chest ache. “Mingyu the lucky fucking bastard.” He leans in again, kissing down your neck, across your chest, until his mouth finds your breast. His tongue flicks over your nipple, and you cry out, your hands fisting in his hair as his fingers keep working between your legs.

“Woozi, I think I’m —”  you pause before you can finish your sentence, letting out a long whine as Woozi pulls his fingers away from you.  

“I know,” he murmurs against your skin, the vibration making you whimper. “But I want to take my time with you.” Woozi’s voice is low and smooth, heat dragging up your spine as his breath ghosts over you skin. His fingers, slick from you, trail slowly up your thighs again, though not returning to where you want him, but higher, curling over your hips, the pads of his thumbs pressing into your flesh in slow, languid circles. You feel each touch like it’s a kiss, like he’s memorising you.

He pulls away a little, just enough to graze his eyes over you, and you swear if anyone else looked at you like he did, like he was studying a piece of art you’d pull away from him, try to hide yourself from his stare but not Woozi. His eyes held an appreciation that was hard to find anywhere else. 

“I’m going to take my time with you.” He confirms his previous statement, and god does he. 

He drops to his knees in front of you, slowly like he’s settling in for a long afternoon, and slides his hands beneath the hem of your dress again, his thumbs catching the very edge as he pulls it up your thighs. His hands pause only for a moment at the junction of your thighs, gently pushing against them as your legs slide open in response.  You shiver from the brush of air against your damp panties, but he doesn’t touch you there. 

Not yet. 

He presses kisses to the inside of your thighs instead, slow and searing, the heat of his mouth sending little shocks through your skin as he trails closer… and then farther away again. “Woozi,” you whisper, your voice thick with need.  

“I know,” he hums, almost smug, but still sweet. His mouth presses higher, kisses damp and open, dragging along the crease of your thigh where it meets your hip. “I’ll give you what you want. Just… let me have this first. Let me worship you a little.” His hands latch to your hips pulling you closer to the edge of the table, and you exhale a sound, almost a moan as he drags your dress up a little higher, your fingers threading through his hair as he presses soft kisses along the waist band of your underwear. The he looks up at you, his fingers hooked on the material, watching waiting. 

You nod slowly - your hand bracing on the table as you lift your hips, his hands working to slide your panties down your legs, you almost snap your legs shut as the cool air of the studio hits you, but you manage to stop yourself, Woozi’s eyes locked on all of you as he tucks your garments into his back pocket. 

His voice is barely there when he speaks again, “Fuck, I don’t know if I can go slow anymore.” And then he leans in. The first touch of his mouth to you is featherlight, more like a question than a kiss. He presses closer, his tongue licking a slow stripe up your centre, tasting you, savouring. His hands move slightly to curl around your thighs, holding you open, his thumbs stroking gentle, grounding circles into your skin as he begins to truly eat you out. Slow, methodical, teasing, like you’re something decadent, something he’s wanted for far too long and refuses to rush now that he finally has you.

Every pass of his tongue feels deliberate, every flick against your clit meant to unravel you one stroke at a time. He moans into you - the sound muffled but deep - like he can’t help himself, like the taste of you alone is driving him mad. Your back arches, your hands clench in his hair, your thighs threaten to close, but his grip is too firm, keeping you open for him, on display, the pads of his fingers digging into your skin with just enough pressure to leave marks.  When you gasp his name again, this time desperate, needy, he pulls back just slightly, his lips wet, chin glistening, and looks up at you like you’re the only thing he’s ever wanted.

“I want to watch you come,” he breathes. “Right here, on my tongue. Is that okay?” The way he looks up at you, the fact that even asks the question sinks something deep in your stomach, something that says ‘we’re going to remember this forever’. All you can manage out is a soft nod, the grin spreading across Woozi’s lips enough to make your body melt as you let yourself fall back onto your elbows, just upright enough to see him work. mouth covering you again, tongue circling your clit with more purpose now, pressure building, his moans vibrating through you. You’re so close already, the tension coiled tight in your gut, your whole body singing under his worship. But just when you think you’ll fall apart, he slows. Not cruelly, not to tease in that way, but to prolong it, to savour it. Like he’s coaxing you toward the edge, then pulling you back, over and over again, letting you fall apart bit by bit under his mouth.

“I could do this for hours,” he whispers into your skin. “Stay on my knees and taste you until you can’t remember your own name.” You whimper, your thighs shake, and when he seals his lips around your clit and sucks, slow and deep, your entire body goes taut. “Come for me,” he murmurs. “Please.”

You do. 

One hand tangled in his hair, the other slapped over your mouth as you let out a breathy whine, his name on the tip of your tongue as you clap your thighs together against his head, his lips spreading in a smirk against you as his tongue keeps moving slowly against you. You feel Woozi’s soft taps on your thighs, a polite question, as your legs fall open your back collapsing against the desk as Woozi leans over you to grab a handful of tissues from the desk. He’s flushed, his mouth glinting with you all over him and his pupils are blown wide as he watches you try to catch your breath. 

You watch as he wipes his mouth carefully, slowly slipping your dress back up your torso and the straps over your shoulder, he's almost sad to wipe you off him as you pull yourself back into a sitting position, reaching for him as he steps towards you, your legs circling his waist as you catch his lips with yours, your essence still on his tongue as he dips it in your mouth, his hands raising to clasp at the sides of your face. The kiss is softer then before, Woozi happy to take his time some more, your hands reaching for the ties on his sweatpants as he pushes himself away from you. 

Your head tilts, eyebrows pinched in confusion as he dips his hand into his pants, adjusting himself before pulling his hand back out shooting you another nervous grin. He leans forward again, like he can’t quite help himself, pressing a tender kiss to your collarbone, your neck, your jaw and lastly your temple before he pulls away a little further. 

“Don’t…Don’t worry about me.” He murmurs softly, voice rough, “I just wanted to take care of you.” 

Your brows knit a little more. “But, woozi—” 

He shakes his head, final but not unkind, his hair falling in his eyes as he tries to place on a gentle smile, “I don’t want…I can’t have this feeling like a transaction.” 

“Woozi, that’s not wha—” 

“I know.” He cuts you off, his arms crossing against his chest, his guards slowly sliding back up. “I know that not what you mean by it, but expecting…” He shakes his head a little, “if I think you’re doing it just because you think you owe it to me, it’ll ruin what it really is.” He corrects himself.  After a pause, he adds, so quietly it almost doesn’t register: “I wrote about you. A while ago.”

Your breath stills. He doesn’t clarify at first, like he regrets saying anything. “You didn’t know,” he says, half to himself. “And I didn’t think you needed to. It was just one song. Well… to be honest maybe more.”

Your hear rears back a little, “You’re serious?”

He huffs a breath, not quite laughing. “You remember that solo I put out a few years ago?” You nod, his words suddenly all clicking into place, the brightness in his eyes mirroring the recognition in yours. “Ruby, was all cause of that stupid little red dress you wore at the Christmas party where Mingyu introduced us all.” Woozi lets out an almost humourless laugh. 

“Red’s been my favourite colour since then.” You can’t stop the way your mouth falls open a little at his statement, the completely honest nature taking you by surprise. Your mouth opens and closes like you can’t decide which words to speak, but the buzzing of your phone from inside your purse has both of your eyes flicking away from each other. 

Woozi takes a few steps forwards, sliding his hand in your bag and picking up the phone to see Mingyu’s name lighting the screen. “I guess girlfriend duty calls.” Woozi chides, passing the phone over to you as you slide off the desk, straightening out your dress before feeling the cool breeze brush against you, your eyes shoot up to Woozi’s before dipping to look down at his pockets. 

Woozi lets out another laugh, his hand tapping against his back pocket, “I think I’m going to keep those for a little bit, if you don’t mind.”  You shift slightly, smoothing your clothes again as the silence stretches. The studio hums faintly in the background, monitors on standby, forgotten melodies still lingering in the air. Woozi hasn’t moved from where he stands, his hand falling back to his sides like they doesn’t know what to do without touching you.

He doesn’t look at you when he finally speaks. “You don’t have to pretend it meant more than it did,” he says, voice even, too even. “I know what this is. What Mingyu’s letting it be.” You blink, caught off guard by the quiet bitterness laced beneath his tone.

“It’s not that simple,” you say.

He exhales slowly, nodding. “No. It’s not.” He turns, finally facing you, his expression unreadable. “I just didn’t want it to feel like I was... cashing in on something,” he admits, voice rougher now. “Like he gave permission and that made it okay. Like I just took my turn.”

You take a step toward him, your voice softer. “It wasn’t like that.”

“I know,” he says, but his mouth twitches like he doesn’t quite believe himself. “Still. I didn’t do it to just cause I could.” He cuts himself off, then lets out a short, self-deprecating laugh. “Doesn’t really matter.” You watch him, the set of his jaw, the way he won’t quite meet your eyes. Something curls in your chest, aching, slow, warm, and suddenly you realise that this situation might be a little more difficult than you had all thought it would be.

“I meant to keep it to myself,” he says after a beat. 

You blink. “What?” He shrugs like it’s nothing, but his voice gives him away.

“‘Ruby.’ The solo track. And... others. You’ve been in more lyrics from us than you realise.” You go still, heart catching. He finally looks up at you, and his gaze is steady now, open. “Not because I thought you’d ever hear it and know. I write what I feel, what I think about. And for a while, it’s just been you.” You don’t say anything, you don’t know if you can, you just let the silence stretch between you. “I don’t want you to owe me anything,” he says after a moment. “Not because of tonight. Not because of what Mingyu said was okay. Not because of some song.”

“I know,” you say quietly. “That’s why it means something.” His shoulders ease, just a little. The corner of his mouth twitches, soft. You glance at your phone, still buzzing quietly in your hand, then back at him.

“Go.” He says, the smile creasing his eyes this time, like his body and mind were finally on the same page, like he said everything he needs to get off his chest. 

“We will be discussing this further.” You say with a threatening finger pointed his way as you grab your purse, and stomp, commando, out of his studio your phone pressed to your ear. 

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play along : the series - look book

I'm in the middle of writing part 2 of play along : the series (rewrite) and thought that I should have a little post for myself and the readers to refer to if you wanted which version of seventeen I was picturing while reading. (credits to all owners of the photos) i don't know if you can tell but I'm a sucker for dark and long haired svt.

[xddaengx]

play along - the series ⎜ pt 1 (rewrite)

✧ Pairings: Seventeen x Reader ⎜ Hoshi x Reader ⎜ Mingyu x Reader

✧ Genre: Poly AU! ⎜ Idol AU ⎜ Established Relationship ⎜ Romance ⎜

✧ Warnings: Unprotected Sex ⎜ Riding ⎜ Multiple Partners ⎜ Poly AU ⎜ Switch!Hoshi ⎜ Shoulder Injury ⎜ Soft Sex ⎜ Praise kink⎜MDNI

✧ Word Count: 5.3k

✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.

✧ Author’s Note: This is a rewrite of the original series as I wanted to try and update it a bit better in my own style, its very similar to the original at this point but I think it has a bit more pizazz - you can find a master post of the whole series here -> play along pt 1 - 10

(UNEDITED)

“You want me to do what?” You lock eye with him through the mirror, half in disbelief, half convinced this is actually just some kind of fucked up dream. You fingers are paused on the corner of the pore strip still stuck to your nose, you let out another confused sigh before ripping the pad from your face, the sharp tug reminding you that this is in fact real and that your boyfriend was really asking you to do this.

“Mingyu you’re going to have to repeat yourself a little slower, it seems as if my CPU has stop functioning.” You slowly turn in your vanity chair, looking at your boyfriend completely, the ends of his hair stuck to his forehead post shower, his posture relaxed as he perches on the end of your bed — well his bed but semantics. His long legs are bent, his body resting back on his hands as he watches you do your skin routine lazily. 

“I said,” he starts pushing himself off his hands leaning his elbows on his knees, a soft grin spreading across his face as he finished, “I want you to sleep with my members.” 

You blink. Once, twice. Before blurting out. “You mean fuck?” 

Mingyu lets out a breathy laugh as he nods his head, “Yes, I want you to fuck my members.” You search his face for any hints of sarcasm, that this is actually a very messed up and elaborate prank he’s pulling on you right now, but you come up short, more words sputtering out of your mouth. 

“Like all of them?… At the same time?” Your head tilts a little as your eyebrows pinch together in confusion, Mingyu lets out another laugh, his posture mirroring your, his head tilted slightly to the side his face far to relaxed for what he’s asking you to do. 

“No baby, one at a time — unless you want something different?” You continue to gape at him, still not sure what to make of this request. Mingyu leans a little further forwards his hands catching the end of your chair as he rolls you closer to him, his body emanating a soothing warmth that already has your body relaxing a little. 

“Bear with me, I’m still very confused.” You say your knees bumping against Mingyu’s as he leans in his lips aiming for yours, letting out a scoff when you lean back putting your hands up between the both of you. “Why are you asking me this? Wouldn’t most boyfriends—” Mingyu puts up his hand to pause you in the middle of your sentence. 

“I’m not like most boyfriends and let’s be real with each other for a second, you can’t tell me you don’t see the way they all look at you.” Mingyu takes a long breath, his hands clamping on your thighs as his voice drops a little, “we’re getting busier these days — all of us — and we all need the chance to unwind sometimes, I’m not always available for you when you need me but they could be.” 

“So this is some kind of weird self care idea?” 

“Not weird, just open — you work so hard and give me every thing you have… I just want to be able to give you something back.” 

“Mingyu, you do give me something back, just getting to speak to you is enough.” 

“I know, but our schedules are all over the place this year, I just think this is something we could all benefit from.” Mingyu pauses for a moment his hand smoothing up your thighs and over your hips until they sit lightly on the skin under your shirt, his fingers raising goosebumps as they soothe you. “They all adore you, you walk into the room and it’s like they all short circuit, this isn’t solely for you, it’s for all of us.” 

“And you’d just… be okay with that?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. “Wouldn’t it bother you?” His hand comes up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, the gesture so gentle it almost distracts from his words.

“I like sharing,” he says simply. “Especially when it’s on my terms. I decide who, when, where. I’m still the one in control. And who knows,” his lips twitch into a grin, “maybe I’ll watch. Maybe I’ll join in. Depends on how good you are.” Your stomach flutters despite yourself, heat licking at your cheeks. He’s always known how to walk that line between possessive and indulgent, his need to claim you only matched by his desire to see you completely undone.

You shift in your chair, your hands fidgeting in your lap. “They… they already know about this, don’t they?”

Mingyu chuckles again, his hands squeezing your hips. “Of course they do. You think I’d make an offer without checking they were on board? They’re dying to touch you, baby. Have been for months.”

You blink at him, stunned. “So you just assumed I’d say yes?” His eyes glint with amusement as he watches your expression. You rise slowly from the chair, swinging one leg over his lap, settling astride him. His breath stutters when you press your weight down, deliberately slow.

“Oh, so I’m just some pretty little toy to pass around?” you murmur, your fingers threading through his hair and mirroring his earlier tenderness, brushing it back from his forehead.

“I would never treat you like a toy,” he whispers, and his voice is suddenly tight. Your hands trail down his neck, then along his shoulders, nails dragging lightly over his skin. 

“You better not,” you purr. “Because if I’m going to let your friends play, then you better be very careful not to be left out.”

He exhales sharply, hands gripping your thighs as your hips press into his. The tension between you thickens, sparking like a fuse. His head falls back slightly, eyes half-lidded as he lets out a low groan. “God, you’re trouble.”

You smile sweetly, nipping at his jaw. “So?” you whisper, lips grazing his skin. “Who’s up first?”

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“Hoshi hasn’t had the best day.” Mingyu says, his hands braced on your shoulders as he leads you down the hallway - Mingyu and Wonwoo shared an apartment one door away and Mingyu was using his oversized body to shield you as he jabs in the pin for one of the dorm apartments. Mingyu had assured you before you began the ten second trek next door that no one besides Hoshi would be home for the night, they were all recording with Woozi tonight. 

“ He is going to need a little extra support tonight,” Mingyu says softly, fingers deftly working at the buttons of your crisp white dress shirt. He leaves the top two undone, letting just a sliver of skin peek through, just enough to hint, to tease. His gaze lingers there for a second, admiring, before moving to the hem of the shirt that skims the very tops of your thighs. “His shoulder’s been bothering him the past few days. It’s nothing too serious yet, but the doctor’s concerned he might have to pull back from performing if it gets worse. He’s been tense, and  I think you’re the one who could help him relax the most.”

You glanced down at yourself, your fingers fiddling with the hem of the button down dress shirt, the hem just barely covering your ass and the pale blue underwear Mingyu had bought on his way home from practice, the lace trim sticking out anytime you move a little too fast6, you turn your frown towards Mingyu. 

“Why does it have to be this shirt? It’s a bit short.” You tug again at the hem hoping the shirt might have a little more give, a little more coverage. Mingyu just takes a step back his gaze grazing over you as he takes in his handiwork, your hair sitting softly over you shoulder, he hums in appreciation before answering your question. 

“Because it’s his. He’s always saying how good you look in my clothes, how he thinks it’s unfair I get to see you like this all the time. He probably thinks I don’t deserve it.” He smirks slightly at that. “So, I’m just helping him live out one of those little daydreams he keeps buried under that quiet charm.” You huff, feigning exasperation, but your cheeks warm under the compliment, indirect as it may be. You shift under Mingyu’s gaze, suddenly very aware of the way the fabric moves against your skin.

“Are you coming too?” You ask after a short pause, your voice both whispers as Mingyu leads you further into the apartment, a closed door coming quickly into view, the flashing light from beneath the door telling you someone was inside. The idea of doing this alone with Hoshi, quiet — well when he’s at home — sweet, ever-considerate Hoshi, sends a flutter through your stomach.

Mingyu’s expression softens, his smile a little less cocky, he leans in a little brushing some of the hair off your shoulder tucking a few loose strands behind your ear, his knuckled grazing your cheek ever so slightly. “Not this time, princess. Hoshi gets… shy when it comes to this kind of thing. And I want him to feel safe, to feel like this moment’s just for the two of you. He’s always admired you from a distance, never wanted to overstep. But if I’m not there… maybe he’ll finally let himself have what he wants.” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering just a moment longer than usual. You close your eyes briefly, comforted by the quiet affection in the gesture.

“And what about rules?” you ask, looking up at him again. “Anything off-limits?”

Mingyu shakes his head without hesitation. “Nothing’s off-limits, baby. Whatever makes you happy is what matters most.” His tone is calm, confident, the kind of reassurance that settles something deep in your chest. “But the safe word stays the same. Peanut still means stop. He knows it, they all do. If you need it, don’t hesitate.” You nod slowly, letting his words ground you. Mingyu’s lips brush against yours next, light and sweet, just enough to leave you wanting more. Then, with a sly grin, he reaches behind you and gives your ass a playful tap. “Now go get him, tiger.” You laugh, heart fluttering a little as you turn away, the cool air brushing your thighs where the shirt fails to cover.

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It takes you at least sixty seconds to finally raise your hand and knock on the door in front of you, Mingyu slowly slipping back out of the apartment, shooting you a reassuring smile as there’s some shuffling from inside the room. You let out another long breath as Hoshi’s call of  “come in.” You push the door open slowly, your eyes locked on your shuffling feet as you turn to close the door behind you with a soft click, another reassuring breath leaving you before you spin to face the man perched on his bed. 

You watch as Hoshi straightens up a little bit on his mattress, his back leaning against the wall as he lets out a croaky cough, the blue of his TV casting a settling shadow over him, but you can feel his eyes, the way they dip to where your fingers still fiddle with the hem of your shirt, before shooting back up to meet your own, the sheets are  ruffled around his waist, the lean lines of his bare torso faintly defined in the glow. His lips part slightly, uncertain. His gaze drops again  to the hem of the shirt you’re wearing — his shirt — where you force your fingers to stop playing with the fabric resting carefully by your sides. 

“What are you doing in here?” Hoshi’s voice comes out quickly, a whisper so cautious you can’t help but get nervous with him. His eyes dart around the room as if he’s waiting for your boyfriend to jump out from the shadows and pounce, his body stiffening as he finds no sign of Mingyu. 

Your take a few steps forwards, the soft pad of your feet against the floor barely making a sound as you ask, “I heard your shoulder’s been acting up again. Are you in pain?” 

He seems to study you then — the way your eyes flicker to the heat packs strewn across the nightstand, the hint of concern in your voice. “It’s fine,” he says with a half-hearted shrug. “The others are just being dramatic. It gets stiff sometimes. That’s all.” You don’t believe him. You can see it in the way he shifts a little in discomfort, the subtle grimace that ghosts across his face. Your gaze lingers on him — on the soft slope of his shoulders, the band of tension visible in his neck.

“Hoshi,” you say quietly, pausing near the edge of the bed. He looks up quickly. “Can I ask you something?” He nods without hesitation, though his fingers tense where they rest on his thighs. You take another slow breath. “You’ll be completely honest with me, won’t you?” Again, he nods, a little more slowly this time, as though bracing himself.

You stop just short of the bed, your fingers still gripping the hem of the white shirt you wear. His shirt.

“What’s your favourite thing about my body?” you ask, watching his expression carefully. “What attracts you most… to a girl?” His eyes flick to the door, then back to you. He swallows, throat bobbing with the effort, and for a moment you think he might not answer. But then, softly, almost guiltily, he says it.

“Your chest.”

Your lips part just slightly. “What about my chest?”

He doesn’t look away, though his ears burn red. “Everything,” he murmurs. “Your boobs, your shoulders… the curve of your collarbones. It’s just—” he exhales, “—it’s perfect. You’re perfect.” Your hands move slowly, undoing another button, then another. The shirt parts slightly, just enough for the swell of your breasts to become visible beneath the soft fabric. His eyes follow the motion, but he doesn’t move.

“You want to know a secret?” you whisper, your fingers brushing lightly against the skin between your breasts, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. He looks up, eyes meeting yours. They’re darker now,   a glimpse of ferocity behind them.

You smile faintly, almost sadly. “Mingyu’s more of an ass man,” you say. “He barely even touches me here.” The confession hangs in the air, weighty and intimate. You undo the last button, letting the shirt fall open just a little more — still mostly covering you, but leaving far less to the imagination. Hoshi is on his feet in an instant, moving with urgency. His hands reach for the edges of the shirt, gently trying to close it again, his fingers brushing your skin.

“We shouldn’t… Mingyu is your—” He falters, eyes locked on yours, breath catching in his throat. “Why are you doing this?” 

You reach up and wrap your fingers around his wrists, grounding him. “Mingyu talked to you about this… didn’t he?” you ask, voice low. Realisation flashes in his eyes. He stills.

“You don’t want me?” you ask quietly. “Is that the problem?” Your voice cracks on the last word, something vulnerable bleeding into your expression. You loosen your grip, stepping back, the open shirt falling a little further apart as you retreat.

But Hoshi doesn’t let go.

His hands tighten gently around yours, keeping you in place. “That’s not—” he shakes his head, struggling to find the right words. “That’s not the problem.”

“Then what is it?” you whisper, eyes searching his face. “Why won’t you touch me?” He hesitates, caught between desire and guilt, but his silence says more than anything else could. You take one step closer, your voice soft but certain. “I’m not here because I have to be. Mingyu didn’t force me. I came because I wanted to. I came because I do want you.”

His expression crumbles, and for a moment, all the tension, all the hesitation, just like that it’s gone.

“Then touch me, Soonyoung.” The words fall from your lips in a soft command, breathy and full of tension. Hoshi stills for a fraction of a second, chest rising sharply before a shaky exhale leaves him. The name, his real name, cuts through the haze of hesitation like a match to kindling.He surges forward. His fingers tug urgently at the edges of your shirt, pulling you into him as his mouth finds yours. It’s not gentle. It’s not careful. It’s desperate, his  lips slanting over yours in a kiss that says everything he hasn’t been able to voice. His hands roam beneath the fabric, seeking skin, anchoring himself to the soft heat of your waist.

He walks backward without looking, not breaking the kiss even as he bumps into the edge of the bed. You feel the tremor in his body as he pauses just long enough to turn, lifting you effortlessly and laying you down across the mattress.   You adjust quickly, head sinking into the pillows that still hold his scent, the shirt falling open around you like parted curtains. You feel the cool air touch your skin and watch Hoshi’s eyes drink in the sight of you. He hovers at the foot of the bed, lips parted in something like awe, something like disbelief. “Lord help me,” he breathes, almost reverently, as he crawls onto the bed. He moves slowly, his forearms bracing on either side of your head, caging you in. His face hovers above yours, and for a moment he just looks at you. His eyes lingering on your collarbones, your lips, your chest.

“Can I?” he asks, voice small, reverent. You give a soft nod, the corners of your mouth turning up just slightly, and that’s all he needs. He presses a kiss under your jaw, the touch soft, tender, before trailing down, his lips skating across your skin like he’s mapping you. When he reaches your collarbone, he inhales deeply, a groan catching in his throat.

“You smell so good,” he hums, nuzzling into the hollow on the base of your neck before letting his lips travel lower. He hesitates at your chest, his eyes flicking up to meet yours once more before his mouth finds your nipple, tongue swirling before his lips close around it with a content sigh. Your back arches into his mouth as he shifts slightly, his other arm moving to steady himself. A faint grimace crosses his face as he moves, something subtle, but enough for you to notice. His lips find your other nipple, kissing it softly before drawing it into his mouth, but his shoulder gives another small twitch of protest, and this time you don’t let it slide.

“Hoshi, wait,” you say quickly, propping yourself up on your elbows. He pulls back instantly, eyes wide, lips glistening, the concern on his face immediate.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asks, his voice low, tinged with panic. He moves up your body, his brows knitting together. You shake your head gently, placing your palms against his cheeks. “No,” you murmur,“you didn’t do anything wrong.”

You kiss him softly, your hands moving to his shoulders, feeling the tight muscles beneath your fingertips. Without warning, you hook your legs around his waist and roll, guiding him gently onto his back. He lets out a surprised huff as you settle on top, thighs bracketing his hips.

“Is that more comfortable?” you ask, looking down at him, your fingers brushing over his chest before trailing to his shoulder, the one lined with blooming green and yellow bruises.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about—”

“Don’t,” you cut in, voice low but firm. “Don’t play dumb. Your shoulder looks like shit.” His mouth opens, then closes again. The frown deepens on his face, but he doesn’t argue. “Don’t you dare say it doesn’t really hurt,” you say, watching him closely. He sighs, sinking a little further into the mattress. You soften slightly, pushing his messy hair back from his forehead, fingertips smoothing over his temple before leaning down to kiss him again, slow and sweet.

“I’m not taking the blame if your shoulder gets worse,” you whisper against his lips, and he huffs a laugh.

“But I like being on top,” he whines, his voice rising in a playful protest as his hands squeeze at your hips, trying to coax you back down.

You smirk, placing a kiss at the corner of his mouth, then trailing them down his neck. “Well, I guess you’re just going to have to deal,” you murmur, lips warm against his skin. “It’s like this or nothing.” His groan is muffled as your teeth graze his throat.

“Can I at least sit up?” he asks breathlessly. You nod and shift back slightly, helping him pull himself upright. He winces only slightly as he adjusts, leaning back on his good arm, his sweatpants riding lower on his hips. You watch him with parted lips, heart fluttering. The dim light of the TV glows across his chest, all muscle, tension, and soft bruises from training.

You shrug the shirt off your shoulders, letting it slip to the floor beside the bed. Hoshi’s eyes trace every inch of you with wide-eyed hunger. Your nails drag slowly down his chest, drinking in every line and curve. “You really have been training hard for the comeback,” you murmur, voice dripping with praise. He nods, throat working hard as he swallows. His hands fist the sheets beside him, clearly trying to resist the urge to touch.

“I just don’t understand how you’re all so goddamn perfect,” you say with a grin. “So fit and handsome… you’re every girl’s dream.” You watch his jaw tighten, a flush rising up his neck. Then, your smile turns wicked.

“Oh… my pretty little kitten likes praise?” you purr, leaning in so your lips brush against the shell of his ear. You feel him shudder beneath you, his breath stuttering. “Does the little kitty like being told he’s handsome?” you whisper, letting your hand graze along the waistband of his sweats. He nods, sharply, helplessly, his hips lifting just barely off the bed at the teasing contact. His hands finally come to rest on your thighs, gripping gently, anchoring himself to you.

“Say it,” you command softly, brushing your lips down his neck.

“I… I like it,” he admits, voice barely audible, but it's there. Honest. Raw.

You smile, pulling back just enough to look at him — flushed cheeks, trembling lashes, chest rising with every shaky breath.

“Good,” you whisper. “Because I haven’t even started yet.” “For someone who said he likes being on top,” you murmur with a teasing lilt, brushing your nose against his, “you sure seem like you’re enjoying this.” Your fingers slip beneath the loose waistband of his sweats, and you feel the way Hoshi’s entire body shudders beneath your touch. It somehow doesn’t surprise you that he’s not wearing anything underneath, the lack of fabric makes it easier to find him hard and hot, already straining against your palm. You wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly, deliberately, pulling a soft, broken whimper from his throat. His hips twitch upward involuntarily, breath caught somewhere between restraint and begging.

“Tell me, Hoshi,” you coo, voice low and sweet like honey. “Do you want to come in my hand… or inside me?”

His answer is immediate, breathless. “Inside. Please—I want to be inside of you.” 

You hum in approval, leaning down to press a kiss against the corner of his mouth. “Good boy.” You tug his sweats lower, and he lifts his hips obediently, helping you slide the fabric down just far enough for his cock to spring free, flushed, leaking, so ready he nearly throbs in your hand. You curl your fingers around him again, giving a few slow pumps, your thumb brushing along the head, with your other hand, you hook your fingers into the side of your underwear, tugging it aside. His eyes stay locked between your thighs, watching with wide-eyed awe as you line him up.

“Look at me, Hoshi.” You catch his chin between your fingers and gently tilt his face until his eyes meet yours. They’re glassy, adoring, a little overwhelmed. You press your lips to his as you begin to lower yourself, the stretch slow and deep. His hands return to your hips, his grip like a vice.

“F-Fuck—fuck, wait,” he gasps, voice cracking as you take him inch by inch. You still immediately, your lips brushing against his. 

“It’s okay, kitten. What are you so afraid of?” you whisper, not moving, just holding him there, pulsing and buried halfway inside you. 

“I just…” He groans again, tipping his head back against the headboard. “I feel like a fifteen-year-old boy about to come in his pants from one touch. I just—just need a second. I don’t want to cum before you even move.” You press soft kisses to the shell of his ear, down his neck, across the bruises on his shoulder. Your hands soothe along his arms, gentle and grounding.

“Hoshi, just let it happen,” you murmur against his skin. “It’s okay. I just want you to feel good, we can worry about the rest later.” His head drops into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your collarbone.

“I’m trying,” he whispers. “I just don’t want it to end so fast.” You feel his grip loosen slightly, his body relaxing underneath you. So you move, just barely, rolling your hips in small, slow circles. He lets out a choked moan, his breath catching in his throat as you move again, a little deeper this time. His teeth graze your shoulder and you swear softly, the sensation sending sparks up your spine. 

“Relax, Hosh,” you whisper into his ear. The sound he makes is raw — part growl, part moan — and then his hands are moving on your hips, guiding you faster, pulling you down harder with each roll of your body. His thighs tense beneath you, his mouth hot on your shoulder, teeth pressing into the skin as he groans.

You feel him unraveling beneath you, feel the trembling in his legs, the frantic way he moves your hips.

And then he comes — hard — his breath catching, his arms pulling you flush against him as his body jerks. He bites down gently, not enough to break skin but enough to leave a mark. You hold him through it, your fingers threaded in his hair, letting him ride it out.

“What a good boy,” you breathe, your lips brushing his temple. “What a perfect little tiger.” He pants against your neck, sweat dampening his skin, his cock still twitching softly inside you. You pull back just enough to look at him, his face flushed, eyes dazed, lips parted.

You move one of his hands from your hip, guiding it between your bodies. “Help me finish,” you whisper. He nods without hesitation, rubbing soft, precise circles over your clit with his fingers. His mouth finds your chest again, lips closing around your nipple, sucking with renewed hunger. You shiver, your rhythm faltering as your body tightens with pleasure. “Such a good boy,” you murmur again, watching his lips on your skin, your hands pressing against the wall besides his head.

He leaves your nipples only to mouth at your neck again, sucking a dark mark just above your collarbone, and you cry out softly, hips stuttering as your orgasm builds. His hand moves to grip your ass, guiding your pace more firmly, helping you chase the edge. Then it hits, sharp and fast, your body curling over his as you let go, your moan muffled against the skin of his throat. He holds you steady, guiding your hips through every wave, grounding you as you ride it out. Eventually, your movements still, your breath coming in short, satisfied bursts. Hoshi’s arms hold you tight in his lap, his cock softening inside you, but neither of you rush to move.

“Thanks,” you whisper, brushing your nose against his.

“I think I should be saying that,” he murmurs, his fingers pushing a strand of hair from your cheek. His eyes flick to your shoulder. “Mingyu’s going to kill me.” You follow his gaze, spotting the mark blooming red where his teeth had sunk into you. You let out a breathy laugh. “He didn’t say you couldn’t…” You lift yourself gently, feeling the soft slip of him leaving your body. You step off the bed, adjusting your underwear and reaching for the white shirt on the floor.

“Wait—where are you going?” Hoshi scrambles off the bed, tucking himself back into his pants, trailing after you as you do up the buttons.

“I need a shower,” you say with a soft smile, “and I’m sure Mingyu’s wondering what happened.” He nods, but the disappointment in his eyes is unmistakable. “Right. Of course you’d go back to your boyfriend.”You reach out, taking his hand in yours, your fingers lacing through his. You lean in to kiss him once more — slow, sweet, lingering.

“I really did have fun with you, Hoshi. And who knows…” You squeeze his hand gently. “Maybe we’ll do this again sometime.” You walk toward the door, but pause before opening it, turning back one last time

“Oh, and Hoshi…” He glances up at you, a little dazed, a little hopeful.

“I hope your shoulder feels better.”

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“Have fun?” Mingyu’s back to lounging on his bed, one arm bent behind his head as he watches you walk out from his ensuite, you hair pulled cautiously over one shoulder, your towel patting the strands dry. You nod quickly rushing to grab your pyjamas from your drawer in his closet.  “Why are you in a rush? Did something happen?” Mingyu asks quickly, shoving himself off the bed as he cuts off your exit back into the bathroom. 

“Nothing happened…nothing at all.” You say quickly, trying to duck under his arm and into the bathroom but he stops you, his body pushing against yours until you’re forced to step away from your exit. 

“You really seem like you’re trying to hide something.” He grins, his eyes dropping to the shoulder covered with your hair. His hand moves fast to brush the wet hair away from the bare skin, the bruise visible, your hand halfway to trying to cover it. 

“What the fuck?” 

“You didn’t say it was out of bounds, and it just sort of happened.” You rush to explain, pulling you hair back over your shoulder.  

“He fucking bit you? God he really thinks he’s a tiger doesn’t he?” Mingyu hisses, his eyebrows pinching together as he moves your hair to look at the bruise again. 

“Spur of the moment” you try to reason again, fighting with your boyfriend to pull your hair back over your shoulder but he just bats your attempts away. 

“Well from here on, this is. No marking - that’s just rude, I try to give him a gift and he bites it.” Mingyu continues, letting out a quiet ‘I’m going to kill him’. 

“Okay, lets not get ahead of ourselves.” You coo, taking Mingyu’s hand in yours. “If you let this one slide, I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” You finish, Mingyu nodding slowly giving your hand a squeeze. 

“Fine. I’m glad the two of you had fun.” His pout grows as he keeps his eyes locked on your shoulder. 

“Don’t be such a jealous baby, this was your idea. So Mr-i’m-in-control, who are you thinking of next.” 

“I’m not telling you. You’ll know when I want you to.” He huffs, pouting. 

“God, you really are a baby.” 

“Only for you.” 

[xddaengx]

play along - the series ⎜pt 1 - pt 10

✧ Pairings: Seventeen x afab!eader ⎜ ot13 x afab!reader

✧ Genre: Poly AU! ⎜ Idol AU ⎜ Established Relationship ⎜ Romance ⎜

✧ Warnings: Unprotected Sex ⎜ Riding ⎜ Multiple Partners ⎜ Poly AU ⎜ Switch!Hoshi ⎜Mentions of injury ⎜ Soft Sex ⎜ Praise kink⎜mentions of insecurities ⎜ phone sex ⎜ virgin!seventeen ⎜oral (f!recieving)⎜mentions of stimulating chocolate ⎜ fingering ⎜ public? sex ⎜ and more MDNI 18+

✧ Word Count: 31k

✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.

✧ Author’s Note: This is a master post of parts 1 - 10 of the original play along series -> this may be due to a rewrite 👀

(UNEDITED)

PLAY ALONG pt 1

“You want me to do what? Mingyu, you’re going to have to repeat yourself because what you’re saying really isn’t sticking with me?” You turn away from the mirror infront of you, peeling the charcoal patches off your nose and chin. 

“I want you to have sex with my members?” He repeats again, his eye brows raising at what seems to be confusing you so much with what he was saying. 

“Like all of them at the same time?” You question again, the creases between your eyebrows getting deeper, as you watch your boyfriend sit up from his position on the bed, letting out a small chuckle. 

“No, not all of them at the same time, just one by one.” He answers quickly, his arms reaching out the grab the sides of your chair, pulling you towards him. 

“I still don’t understand why you are asking this? Did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me?” You question, your body stiff as Mingyu looks over your with a large smile. 

“Not mad at all, quite the opposite.” Your eyebrows raise again at his words, your hands motioning for him to continue. “I just know how hard you work, and I’m not always available to help you relax so maybe if you had more options, you wouldn’t get so sad when I’m not here.” He continues and your frown returns, “Besides I know how much the boys adore you, and they are all a little touch starved, management won’t let them have quick flings anymore, with our popularity growing.” 

“I’m still not sure I understand, Mingyu.” 

“I know you see the way they watch you, princess. I know you see the way they tense up when you sit next to them, and I know for a fact that you enjoy how much they all seem to want you.” Mingyu’s hands find your hips, pulling your chair between his spread legs, your head tilting to look up into his eyes, and he watches you with a slight smirk. 

“But what about you? Wont it bother you?” You question, swallowing quickly, one of mingyu’s hand leaving your hip to push some hair away from your face. 

“I like sharing, and besides I will always be in charge of when, and where. And maybe if you’re a lucky girl, I’ll sit and watch, maybe even join in.” Mingyu grins, his hand tightening its grip in your hair. You nod slowly, your shoulders releasing some tension as mingyu tugs lightly on your hair bringing your face towards his. 

“Don’t worry they all already know, and they’re all dying to get their hands on you, but I’m going to choose who deserves to be with you first.” Mingyu groans as you move out of your chair, perching your thighs on either side of his hips, making yourself comfortable in his lap. 

“Oh, and you were just assuming I would say yes to this? You already told them because you were assuming I would want to be handed around like a little toy? How rude.” You coo, pushing some hair away from Mingyu face, as he just did to you, your hands fall from his hair stroking down his shoulders lightly. 

“I would never treat you like a toy.” Mingyu gasps softly, his shoulder tensing as you drop your hips further onto his. 

“I’d hope not, gyu. Otherwise all your friends will get to play and you won’t.” You add, smiling at the quick switch in Mingyu’s demeanour as his eyes drop to your connected hip, slowly rolling them forwards, and he throws his head back with a sigh. “So who’s up first?” 

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“Hoshi is going to need a little extra support, his shoulder has been bugging him for a few days ago, the doctor is worried he may not be able to perform with us in a few days, so he’s been a little extra tense. I think you could help him out the most.” Mingyu says, doing up the buttons on your white dress shirt, leaving the top two open to let a slip of skin peak through. 

“Why does it have to be this shirt?” You ask quickly looking down at the long line, dress shirt, the hem stopping at the tops of your thighs, your pale blue underwear only just visible from underneath. 

“Cause it’s his, it’ll drive him nuts. He’s always been vocal about how cute you look in my clothes so I’m just helping him live his fantasies.”  Mingyu explains, taking a step back to look at you, smiling in approval. 

“Are you going to be there?” 

“No, I’ll sit this one out, Hoshi’s always been a little more shy when it comes to this sort of thing, and I do really want the two of you to have fun, so I’ll wait till your done, then you can show me all the things you two did together.” He smiles, leaning forwards to place a soft kiss of your forehead. 

“Is anything out of bounds?” 

“No, you do whatever will make you happy, baby. But the safe word will continue with them, they all know that peanut means stop, so use it if you have to.” He responds quickly, placing one chaste kiss on your lips before giving you butt a soft tap.

“Now go get him, tiger.” 

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You stop outside of the dark wood door, the sound of a TV echoing through the crack under the door. You take one more deep breath before knocking lightly on the wood, not moving until you head a quiet “come in”resonate through the wood. 

You open the door slowly walking into the dark room, closing the door behind you softly, the click of the lock turning Hoshi’s eyes towards you. He watches as you fiddle with the ends of his shirt, his back straightening as he sits higher against his head board, the room illuminated with the light of the flashing TV. 

“What are you doing in here?” Hoshi asks quickly, eye darting around the room as if he’s waiting for Mingyu to jump out from the corner. 

“How’s your shoulder? I heard it’s been acting up again.” You dodge the question moving closer towards him, noticing the bare skin of his torso, and the loose grey sweatpants, your hands tightening at the bottom of the shirt. 

“It’s not too bad, the others are just being dramatic, it just gets a little stiff sometimes.” He responds watching as you move closer to him, the sight of the heat packs strewn around his room making you sigh. 

“Hoshi, can I ask you a question?” Hoshi nods quickly watching as you move closer to the bed, his chest moving quickly. “You’ll be completely honest with me won’t you?” He nods again, watching as you stop just out of reach. 

“What’s you favourite thing about my body? What attracts you the most to a girl?” You question, watching as his eyes flick between the door and where you stand besides him. You watch him for a little longer, your hands still clenching the fabric as you wait for his answer. 

“Your chest.” He says softly. 

“What about my chest?” 

“Everything. Your boobs, your shoulders, those collar bones, everything about your chest is perfect.” He responds, his eyes glues to your hands as they move up the shirt, undoing the first few buttons on the white shirt. The swell of your breasts only just visible from behind the flaps of fabric. 

“You want to know a secret, Hoshi?” His eyes finally leave the gap in your shirt moving up to your eyes.

He nods. 

“Mingyu is more of an ass man, he barely even touches me here.” You mumble your finger stroking the skin between your breasts, before you undo the last few buttons the shirt opening a little more, still managing to cover most of you. Hoshi stand from the bed quickly, his hands reaching out to close the gap in your shirt. 

“We shouldn’t… Mingyu is your… Why are you doing this?” Hoshi begins his eyes looking straight into yours, his eyebrows furrowed, his breaths shallow and fast. 

“Mingyu talked to you about this, didn’t he?” You question, your hands raising to grip onto his. Hoshi’s eyes seem to light up with understanding. 

“Do you not want me? Is that the problem?” You falter, your hand loosening on Hoshi’s your body making to move away from him. 

“No, I want you. God, I want you really bad.” His hands tighten on your shirt, not letting you pull away. 

“Then touch me, Soonyoung.” Hoshi lets out a shaky breath before tugging on your shirt, his mouth finding yours, his hands opening up the white fabric, finding the bare skin of your waist. Hoshi walks backwards, until his legs hit the side of the bed, his body turning quickly, lifting you onto the mattress. 

You adjust yourself quickly, your head finding his pillows, your shirt falling open onto the bed. “Lord help me.” Hoshi whispers, slowly moving onto the bed, his arms placed on either side of your head and he looks down at your chest. 

“Can I?” He asks quietly his eyes only meeting your for a moment, a smile growing on his face as you give him a small nod. His places a quick kiss under your jaw before trailing his way down to your collarbone, inhaling slowly before letting out a groan, “You smell so good.” He hums, placing kisses along your collarbones, before shuffling further down your body, his eyes level with your stiff nipples. 

His mouth latches onto one nipple, a content sigh leaving his mouth, as he readjusts his arms, placing his forearms on the bed besides your body, his face grimacing as he moves to take your other nipple into his mouth. 

“Hoshi, wait.” You say quickly, sitting up slightly to look at him properly. His mouth leaves your body so quickly, his head snapping towards you, confusion in his eyes. 

“Did I do something wrong?” He asks quietly, moving his body further up yours until he’s looking at your face in concern. You shake your head, your hands reaching up to hold either side of his face, pulling his lips to yours, your legs moving quickly to hook around his waist, before you roll. You pull away from Hoshi, adjusting your pose so your thighs sit comfortably on either side of his hips. 

“Is that more comfortable?” You ask, moving your hands away from his face, to stroke down his chest slowly, looking at both his shoulder, one spotted with green and yellow bruises. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about—“ 

“Don’t play dumb, your shoulder looks like shit.” You mumble, watching as a frown grows on his face. “Don’t you dare say that it doesn’t really hurt.” You hiss, Hoshi’s mouth snapping shut quickly. 

“I’m not taking the blame if your shoulder gets worse.” You coo, pushing his hair away from his face, leaning down to capture his lips again. 

“But I like being on top.” He whines, his hand gripping your hips, trying to roll you back over. 

“Well I guess you’re just going to have to deal. It’s like this or nothing.” You continue talking as you place small kisses down Hoshi’s neck. 

“Can I at least sit up?” He questions, and you nod, shuffling down. His body a bit, so he can pull himself into a sitting position before moving back up his legs, his sweatpants falling down his hips. You shrug the shirt off your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor, your nails grazing down his chest as you get a good look at the dancers body in front of you. 

“You really have been training hard for the comeback haven’t you?” You sigh in delight. Hoshi nods his eyes following your hands as he watches you admire his body. “I just don’t understand how you are all so goddamn perfect, so fit and handsome you’re every girls dream.” You coo, watching as Hoshi swallows heavily, his hands tightening on the sheets besides you. 

“Oh, my pretty little kitten likes praise?” You murmur leaning forwards so your lips press against Hoshi’s ear as you speak. 

“Does the little kitty like being told he’s handsome?” You question, feeling Hoshi nods, his breaths staggered, as his hips buck lightly as your hand grazes him. 

“For someone who said he likes being on top, you sure seem like your liking this.” You chuckle, your hand slipping underneath his waistband, the lack of underwear no surprise. You hand finds his erection quickly, giving it a soft, slow stroke, pulling a whimper out of the boy. 

“Tell me Hoshi, do you want to come in my hand or inside me?” 

“Inside, please, I want to be inside of you.” He responds quickly his hands turning white from their grip on the blanket. You nod, tugging on his sweatpants, his hips raising automatically as you push them just past his hips, so they sit on his thighs, his hard cock standing tall between you. 

One hand moves your underwear aside, before gripping his cock, giving it a few slow stroke while the other move to Hoshi’s chin, his eyes glued to where your bodies meet. 

“Look at me Hoshi.” You mumble, pulling on his chin, until his eyes meet your own. You shuffle forwards, your lips meeting his as you slide his cock to your entrance, your body slowly beginning to lower onto him. 

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. Wait.” Hoshi groans, his hand letting go of the sheets, gripping your hips just as tightly, your body not able to move. “I just… I just need a second.” 

“It’s okay kitten. What are you so afraid of?” You whisper, your lips grazing his as you speak, his eyes still meeting yours as he groans again when you sink down more. “Just go with what your body is telling you.” 

“I just… I just feel like a 15 year old boy, whose about to cum in his pant from one touch. I just need a second, I don’t want to cum before you even start moving.” He explains, his hands not loosening on your hips, as he pulls his face away from yours, looking to the roof as he takes deep breaths. You bend slowly, placing soft kisses down his neck and across his shoulder, along the dark bruises, your hands rubbing up and down his arms, trying to soothe him as much as you can. 

“Hoshi, just let it happen.” You mumble placing another kiss to his cheek, your hands gripping his arms as they stay rigid by your side. His gaze falls back to your own, letting out a sigh as his head drops into the crook of your neck, his hand finally loosening their grip on your hips, the boy letting out a choked moan as you slowly roll your hips forwards and then back.

You continue your small movements, your breathing getting faster as your feel Hoshi’s teeth graze your shoulder lightly, his hands gently holding your hips as you move. 

“Relax, Hosh. Be a good little kitten and cum for me.” You whisper into his ear, your smile growing as your feel the boy shudder underneath you, his hands guiding your hips to make faster, larger movements. You feel Hoshi’s thighs tense underneath you, his hands moving your hips more frantically as he rides out his high, his teeth latching onto your shoulder as he lets out short pants. 

“What a good boy. What a perfect little tiger.” You hum, pulling his head away from your shoulder, as you wipe the sweat off his forehead, placing a soft kiss to his lips before speeding up your movements, moving one of his hands of your hip, placing it on your clit. 

“Help me finish.” You murmur, Hoshi nods quickly, his fingers rubbing soft circles on your clit, while he mouth move to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly. 

“Such a good boy.” You continue to coo, your movements loosing rhythm as you edge closer to your high. Hoshi moves his mouth up your chest, sucking on your neck as his hand leaves your clit, grabbing your ass, moving your body sharply, finding a good rhythm, as he smile into your skin, the large red mark bruising over the small indents of his teeth. 

“Shit, Hoshi.” You moan, as you feel your orgasm wash over you, Hoshi hands the only thing keeping your hips moving, helping you ride out your high. Hoshi slows the rolling of your hips until you come to a complete stop, your breaths becoming softer, as your eyes open looking down at the dancer beneath you. 

“Thanks.” You whisper, your eyes locked with Hoshi’s as he holds you steady in his lap, his softening cock still inside you. 

“I think that’s what I should be saying.” He whispers back, his eyes raking over your body, falling to the darkening mark on your shoulder. “Mingyu’s going to kill me.” He huffs, moving one hand to push some hair away from your shoulder, tucking a few loose pieces behind your ear. You glimpse down at your shoulder, letting out a breathy chuckle at the mark. 

“He didn’t say you couldn’t so…” You mumble, pulling Hoshi’s hands away from your hips, raising yourself until he slips out of you. You stumble off the bed, adjusting your underwear picking the white shirt off the floor. 

“Wait, where are you going?” Hoshi hurries, scooting off the bed, tucking himself back into his pants, making his way over to you as you do up the buttons on your shirt. 

“I need a shower, and I’m sure Mingyu will be wondering what happened.” You say, finishing with the buttons before looking up at Hoshi, his eyes sad, his head nodding softly. 

“Right, of course you’d go back to your boyfriend.” He huffs, running his fingers through his hair. You smile at him, lacing your finger with his, leaning up to place one more kiss to his lips. 

“I really did have fun with you Hoshi. And who knows maybe we will be able to do this again sometime.” You say, giving his hand one more squeeze. 

“Oh and Hoshi…” You call out as you reach the door, Hoshi raising his eyebrows at you. “I hope your shoulder feels better.” 

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“Have fun?” Mingyu questions as you walk out of your ensuite, your hair draped over your shoulder, a towel tight around your body. You nod quickly, rushing to pull your pyjama’s out of the closet. 

“Why are you in such a rush? Did something happen?” He asks, taking long strides to beat you to the closet door, holding it closed. 

“No, nothing happened. It was pretty relaxed actually.” You hum, giving mingyu a quick smile before trying to pull the door open, to no avail. 

“You seem like you’re trying to hide something.” He grins, his eyes dropping to the shoulder covered with your hair. His hand moves fast to brush the wet hair away from the bare skin, the bruise visible. 

“What the fuck?” 

“You didn’t say it was out of bounds, it just sort of happened.” You rush to explain, pulling you hair back over your shoulder. 

“He fucking bit you? God he really thinks he’s a tiger doesn’t he?” Mingyu hisses, his eyebrows pinching together as he moves your hair to look at the bruise again. 

“As I said spur of the moment, and once again you said nothing was out of bounds.” 

“Well from here on, this is. No marking - that’s just rude, I try to give him a gift and he bites it.” Mingyu continues, letting out a small ‘I’ll kill him’. 

“Okay, lets not get ahead of ourselves.” You coo, taking Mingyu’s hand in yours. “If you let this one slide, I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” You finish, Mingyu nodding slowly giving your hand a squeeze. 

“Fine. I’m glad the two of you had fun.” 

“Don’t be such a jealous baby, this was your idea. So Mr-i’m-in-control, who are you thinking of next.” 

“I’m not telling you. You’ll know when I want you to.” He huffs, pouting. 

“God, you really are a baby.” 

“Only for you.” 

PLAY ALONG pt 2

“Well if he’s producing, I don’t want to interrupt him.” You say quietly into the phone, bowing slightly at the waist to the people you past on the way to the studio. 

“You won’t be interrupting him, he knows you’re coming, he said he’s excited. And besides he works so hard, I’m sure a beautiful interruption like yourself won’t bother him too much.” Mingyu replies his voice crackling over the phone, loud music playing in the background as his members shout their hellos through the phone. 

“As long as you warned him, last time Hoshi tried to interrupt his work and sneak up on his, Hoshi almost has his eyebrows shaved off.” You whisper into the phone, the frosted glass door coming into view, “universe factory” printed in large black letters. 

“Don’t worry he won’t shave your eyebrows while you sleep, he’s only tried to do it with me.” Hoshi speaks into the phone, chuckling at the memory. You roll your eyes stopping in front of the door. 

“Alright, I’m here. I’ll hang up now.” You say softly, Mingyu agreeing. 

“Remember to relax, I think you’re the only person Woozi actually likes so take it easy. He said to just put in the code when you get there cause he might have his headphones on and he can’t hear with them on, 2605.” Mingyu says before giving the phone a large smooch sound, promising to see you tomorrow when he gets home. You hand up the phone, tucking it back into the handbag at your side, reaching out to put the code into the key panel beside the studio door. 

“I’ve been waiting for you.” A voice says softly, the door being pulled open before you can even press the first button, Woozi giving you a shy smile. 

“Oh, Mingyu said you might’ve been working so I was going to let myself in.” You mumble, toeing off your shoes and following Woozi inside the studio, the size of it taking you by surprise. “Wow, this place is looking good, you really have a knack for decorating.” You smile, looking at the various art works on the walls, and the large neon sign hung up on the wall. 

“Yeah, it took a while but it’s finally looking how I wanted it. Did you want a drink or anything?” Woozi asks, moving to take your bag from you and place it on the rack besides the door. You shake your head softly, taking a seat on the white couch in the corner of the room, your eyes still trailing around the room taking in all the decorations. 

“I heard you and Hoshi has some fun the other night. I’ve never actually seen him so relaxed before, said it was the best he’s slept in months.” Woozi says, quietly taking a seat on the other end of the couch, sipping on a bottle of cold water in his hand. 

“Yeah, I guess. I’m still not entirely sure how this is supposed to work, it’s feels a little unreal at the moment.” You chuckle, avoiding Woozi’s gaze, his eyes fixed on you as you fidget in your sleep. 

“I mean I can hardly believe your here, I don’t think we’ve ever actually been alone in the same room before.” He adds, giving you a soft smile, before taking another sip of his water, finally redirecting his gaze. You watch as woozi looks around the room before refocusing back on you, placing the water on the table beside the couch, standing and moving his way in front of you. 

“Look, I’m going to be really honest with you, since Mingyu told me you’d be swinging by today, I couldn’t help but think about how it was going to work. We rarely ever spend time together alone, I think we’ve only ever had four conversations and you can barely even look at me. I’m not going to be offended if you decide you don’t want to do anything with me, it wouldn’t be the first time someone has preferred the others over me.” Woozi begins, his hand clenched by his side, his body tense as he looks down at where you sit on the couch, his voice low almost as if he doesn’t want you to think he’s yelling at you. 

“Woozi, it’s not that I do—“

“I understand we aren’t close, and that your taste is probably a little different, I mean Mingyu is the tallest in the group and I’m the shortest— Anyway I know that I’m not always people taste, and that maybe you’d rather just skip me and go to the next person… I really wouldn’t be offended.” He finishes, you mouth falling open as you watch him spiel, standing from the couch hovering tense in front of him. 

“I think you’re misunderstanding the situation Woozi. I do want to do this, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t and frankly I don’t know what height has to do with anything, but whoever has made you feel like it does is obviously not someone who you should be spending time with. This whole thing is still really new to me and I’m just not sure what people like and whether they—“ Woozi doesn’t waste another minute taking a large step forwards his hand reaching to hold your cheeks as he pulls your face towards his own. 

You lips find each other quickly, one of Woozi’s hand dropping from your face, sitting tightly on your waist as he pulls your bodies closer together. The two of you pull apart for a few seconds taking in deep breaths before reconnecting, Woozi walking you back towards the couch, keeping the two of your as close as possible as he guides you to lie down on the soft cushions. 

“Thank you.” He whispers, pulling his lips away from your own for a few moments before reconnecting them to the skin of your neck. 

“What are you talking about?” You question, your head automatically tilting back to give woozi better access to your bare skin. “Wait, no marking. Mingyu’s one rule.” You manage to hiss out as you feel Woozi begin to suck lightly on the skin. He nods gently going back to placing open mouth kisses to your neck and back up your jaw. 

“For what you said.” He says between kisses. “For the reassurance.” He adds, his lips lining back up with yours, hovering just over the swollen skin. Woozi sit up a little further your legs rested against the lounge, bent at the knees on either side of his legs. “If your comfortable with continuing I would really like if you took your shirt off.” He says gently tugging the hem of your shirt up slowly. 

“Only if you take yours off too.” You laugh, smiling as Woozi rips his shirt off at the speed of light, his pale skin illuminated with the purple neon lights, you sit up pulling your own t-shirt over your head before laying yourself back down on the cushions, welcoming Woozi as he dives back towards your lips. 

His hand are quick to find your thighs, pulling them further up till they sit comfortably around his waist, you can’t help but smile as your give his body a small squeeze with your legs, the man letting out a throaty groan, one hand bracing himself above you, as the other trails up your side slowly, tugging on the strap of your bra, baring the skin of your shoulder to him. 

His kisses trail again, before he pauses pulling his head away from your neck. 

“Is that a bite mark?” He questions looking down at the bruise on your neck, the indents of teeth still obvious. You nod slowly, a sheepish expression growing on your face. “Hoshi?” He questions and you nod again, biting your lip and he runs his thumb gently over the marking. 

“I guess this is why Mingyu said no marking?” He asks again and you just grin. “Fair call to be honest. I’d be pissed if someone blemished such a piece of art.” Woozi coos, his hand moving you hair behind your ear as he looks down your body, his eyes lighting up as he takes in your red lace bra, the matching red thong riding up your ass. 

“Is this for me? Or do you usually wear something this fancy?” Woozi asks, his hand brushing along the swell of your breast.

“For you. Mingyu said you’d like it, he brought twelve new sets the other day, one for each of you. Though this has to be the worst bra I’ve ever owned” You respond watching as Woozi continue to stroke your skin gently. He smiles, moving his hand to the back of the bra, unclasping it quickly before pulling it away from your body, you arms raising so he’s able to pull the bra completely off. 

“Well, I appreciate the effort.” He mumbles, before diving towards your chest, taking one breast into his mouth quickly, giving a strong suck before rounding the nipple with his tongue, continuing his rotations a few times before moving his attention to your other breast. 

Woozi releases your breast the cold air hitting your wet nipples, the tender skin stiffening to hard peaks, his kisses trailing further down your stomach until his reaches the button on your skirt. 

“Does mingyu go down on you?” Woozi asks, the bluntness of his question surprising you. You nod, raising to your elbows to watch to man move around the couch, pushing his own body further down the couch till his face comes level with your pelvis. “Does he give you everything you deserve? Does he make your feel like you’re being worshipped?” Woozi continues both hand fiddling with the button and zipper at the top of your skirt, popping the metal open before shuffling the skirt and underwear down your legs until its able to be discarded to the side. 

“I’m going to raise your expectation so high, Mingyu will struggle to make you come with his mouth.” Woozi whispers, rising your legs, your thighs placed on either side of his head, your calfs strung over his shoulder. “Breathe for me.” He adds, before diving into your folds. Woozi starts with long licks, the rhythm starting to build up, as you watch the man move his tongue up and down along your folds. 

His hand latch onto your things, keeping your legs spread as his motions become more aggressive, his licking becoming faster, his teeth grazing over your clit every time he adjusts his position. You let out a small whine as Woozi sucks hard, his lips suctioning around your clit, as he sucks a few more times, you teeth grabbing onto your lip as you try to supress the rising moans. 

“Don’t be so mean, let me hear you.” Woozi mumbles, his face still pressed against your pussy, a cheeky grin spread along his face, as he uses his finger to lightly spread your lips, maintaining eye contacts as he pressed his tongue hard against you, dragging it upwards. 

“Shit.” You hiss, closing your eyes, letting yourself fall back against the couch enjoying the long strokes. You can’t help the loud whine that escapes you as your feel Woozi’s tongue enter you, the feeling of his lips spreading in a smile as he continues to move his tongue in and out of you, his tongue flicking against your folds every time he pulls his tongue out of you. 

“Woozi, I need more.” You coo, reaching out to grip his hair, pulling his face away from your cunt, bringing it up towards your own face. 

“What do you mean? It’s polite to use your words.” He says, his left hand finding its way to your entrance, slowly sinking inside of you, pumping slow and soft, the frustration bubbling inside of you. 

“I need you inside of me… I want you inside of me.” You begin, the slight speed up of his fingers making you gasp, the two finger curling gently when they bottom out inside of you. “Jihoon, please.” You whine, Woozi’s fingers stilling inside of you, his eyebrows raising as he looks down on you. 

“Say that again.” 

“What?” 

“My name. Say my name again.” He groans his finger pumping into hard pulling the word out of you, much to his delight. 

“Jihoon.” You coo, your hands raking up his back, leaving a trail of red along his back, as his fingers pump harder and faster, his lips capturing yours, the taste of yourself stinging your tongue. 

“Cum for me… Cum for me, my precious ruby.” Woozi coos into your ears, his lips peppering kisses along the soft skin, adding a third finger, his hard motions pulling the orgasm from you. 

“Good girl, such a precious jewel for me.”Woozi continues, his praises making your thighs clench as your try to close your thighs around his arm, his finger still pumping in and out of you, slowly. “Do you still want more?” He questions, your head nodding quickly as Woozi stand for the couch, reaching into his backpacker, before stripping himself of his pants and underwear, his cock standing hard and stiff in front of you. 

You take deep breaths as you pull your thighs closed, watching the producer roll the condom on roughly, his eyes closing as his hand fists his own cock, clambering back onto the couch, his body stopping in front of your closed legs. 

“Open up for me.” He says, his hand soft on your knees as he pries them open, his body quickly filling the gap. He strokes himself a few more times before pushing in gently, the feeling of him inside of you dragging a gasp out of your, your eyes squeezing shut. You feel his motions stop, his cock buried inside of you, his hand slowly moving up your body, pulling your arms up, above your head his hands lacing with yours keeping them above you. “Open your eyes, I want your full attention while I make you cum.” You eyes shoot open, you watch as he leans forwards capturing your lips in a chaste kiss. 

“You know I wrote a song about you.” He says quietly, his hips slowly beginning to rock, his cock sliding in and out with ease, your mind using complete focus to keep your eyes open watching Woozi move. 

“What are you talking about?” 

“This first time we met, was at the Christmas party, you wore that fitted satin red dress, with the matching heels and lipstick - I thought you were the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.” Woozi explains, his hips speeding up, his rocking getting more forceful as his hand keep a tight grip on your, keeping you in place. 

“Fuck.” You swear, your legs raising to wrap around Woozi’s waist, keeping the two of you connected as much as possible. 

“And then I saw Mingyu walk up behind you and I knew there was no way anything would happen. It took me two and a half years before I started the song, but all I could think of whenever I saw you was that stupid red dress.” Woozi continues, letting out a grunt as he take both your wrist in on hand, his other reaching to the pillow on the back of the lounge, lifting your hips with his own tucking the pillow under your back before continuing his hard, fast pumps. 

“Shit, I’m never going to forget this.” He grunts, his eyes raking over your body as he pumps harder, the force of his strokes jolting your body upwards. 

“Jihoon, faster.” Woozi obliges quickly, letting go of your wrists so both hands can hold onto your hips, his own poisoning into you at a speed you didn’t know the producer possessed. You arms fall over Woozi’s shoulders, as his head drops to your chest, kissing and sucking the skin, soft grunts falling from his lips. 

“I hope your close, cause I’m going to burst.” Woozi groans, his mouth taking in a nipple, suckling on it as you feel the second orgasm rain down, the heat from Woozi making your thighs clench around his waist, slowing down his thrusts but not able to stop them. 

“Shit, shit, shit.” He cusses, his forehead leaning against your bare skin as his motions stop, his breathing heavy as you both fade back into the world. 

“I can’t believe you just told me you wrote a song about me.” You chuckle, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, Woozi laying on top of you, his head pressed against your breastbone, his own chest mirroring your own effort. “Was it a title track? Or a B side?” You question, trying to lighten the mood, Woozi grins placing a soft kiss to your collarbone. 

“Ruby…Ruby was the song that was about you.” 

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“Honey, I’m home.” Mingyu’s voice rings through the apartment, the loud closing of the door making you drop the paperback on the bed besides you, page face down to keep your spot. 

“In the bedroom.” You call back, adjusting your position on the bed, to sit up against the pillows pulling the glasses of your face. You smile as Mingyu rounds the corner, his smile bright as his eyes find you. He’s quick to drop his duffle bag, pulling of his shirt diving for the bed. 

“Welcome home.” You chuckle as he crawls his way up the bed, his head falling heavily on your chest as your arms wrap around him, placing a kiss to the top of your head. “Did you guys have fun? You look a little bloated did you all eat ramen for every meal?” You coo, your hand stoking down his bare back, drawing little patterns on the skin. 

“We may have eaten ramen a few times, but josh also cut us up some pineapple, so it was a balanced meal.” Mingyu defends, his head raising to look up at you his lips pouting. You lean down pressing a kiss to his lips before settling back against the pillows. “How was your time with Woozi? I see you still have eyebrows.” Mingyu jokes, his body melting as you continue the small pictures on his skin, the warmth lighting a fondness inside of you. 

“It was good…He told me something strange though.” You begin watching your boyfriend as he hums for you to continue. “He said he wrote a song about me, said Ruby his mixtape song was supposed to be about me.” You laugh a little the absurdness hitting you as you say it out loud. 

“Oh, yeah he mentioned something about that when he was writing it. He asked whether it was okay. I think the song suits you so it doesn’t bother me.” Mingyu responds, his body seeming to get flatter against you with every stroke of your fingers. 

“You don’t think it’s weird one of your best friend is writing a song about your girlfriend?” 

“No, not really. I’m pretty sure they’ve all participated in at least one song about you. I mean good to me is about you, so is boom boom, actually there’s probably a lot of songs about you.” Mingyu admits, your jaw dropping as your hands stop their movements, Mingyu’s head shooting up to see what stopped his massage. 

“Why have you never told me this?” 

“I didn’t think it was a big deal.” 

“Well you thought wrong, I have songs written about me? I need to call my mum.” You whine, trying to slip away from the large puppy who chuckles at you, as you rummage around for your phone. 

“By the way, we have a party to go to tomorrow night, it’s seungkwans belated birthday.” Mingyu adds once your phone is in your hand, you nod quickly, before slipping off the bed, hitting the dial button on your phone. 

“Mum, you’ll never believe what mingyu just told me.” 

PLAY ALONG pt 3

“Mingyu, I’m gonna need to you to stop pawing at me for like ten seconds so I can put my shoes on.” You hiss, moving away from the large man, to the other side of the couch, pulling your white strap-y stilettos with you, as you glare at him, slipping the shoes on. 

“But you just look so damn cute in the dress.” He whines back, moving to scoot down the couch so he’s closer to you again. 

“Yeah well it’s not your birthday Mingyu, it’s Seungkwan’s and if we don’t leave soon we will be late. And if you don’t keep your hands off me for at least an hour, then you are uninvited to the after party.” You huff, finally doing up the final buckle on your shoes, standing from the couch smoothing out the front of your knee length dress, grabbing your white purse of the couch before turning to face Mingyu. 

“You are the one that planned this for him, so don’t try and ruin it. Also can you please go grab the present from the bed, I still think it would be rude to show up without a gift.” You scold, the tall puppy, who just nods following your instructions, grabbing the small wrapped gift off the bed before stomping his way back over to you. 

“But you are the gift, so I don’t know why we have to take another one, and I’m only pawing at your because you look so pretty.” Mingyu says handing you the gift as he grabs his car keys from the bench beside the front door. “Stupid Seungkwan and his stupid birthday, ruining my day.” Mingyu sulks, holding open the front door for you, as you both make your way to the car. The restaurant Seungkwan has insisted on going to for his birthday dinner was only a five minute drive from your apartment, the rest of the boys meeting you there all of them having to leave earlier to set up the empty restaurant with decorations. 

“Gyu, you really need to get a handle on this sulking. Remember, this was your idea.” You mumble, slipping the present into your purse turning your head to watch your boyfriend shoulders tense, hands tight on the steering wheel. Mingyu’s pout deepens as he pulls into the parking lot, his car sliding into the spot besides wonwoo who stand at his boot digging through the large boxes. 

“What’cha doing in there?” You question Wonwoo sliding out of the passenger seat of the car, walking up besides him to look into his boot. 

“Just counting to make sure we have all the gifts. Seungcheol made me bring them all and I feel like something’s missing we only have twelve gifts.” Wonwoo mumbles, his eyebrows furrowed his glasses low on his nose. You smile, reaching into your bag adding the thirteenth gift onto of all the others. 

“Mingyu’s always last minute.” You smile, Wonwoo’s posture relaxes as he recounts the gifts nodding when he gets the number he was hoping for. Wonwoo turns away from the car closing the trunk, his eyes looking you up and down before giving you a small smile. 

“You look great today, Mingyu must be foaming.” He whispers, watching as your boyfriend slips out of the car, his long legs bringing him to your side quickly, his hand grasping yours pulling you closer towards his body. 

“She always looks great. That stupid bruise has finally started to fade too.” Mingyu huffs, giving a small nod of hello to his friend, his eyes grazing over your shoulder, the teeth marks barely visible anymore, but the bruise a soft yellow colour. Mingyu frowns again before turning back towards his friend. 

“Do you need any help bringing the gifts inside?” You question, your hand giving Mingyu’s a strong squeeze before moving it behind you placing his hand on your waist, both your hands falling to your side. 

“No, we were planning to bring them in after the dinner, don’t want to take up all the table room.” Wonwoo answers quickly, his eyes falling to Mingyu’s hand tense of your waist before flickering back to you. 

“Anyway, we better be heading inside.” Mingyu cuts in, his hands already guiding you away from Wonwoo. “See you in there?” He asks, his friend nodding watching as the two of you make your way inside. 

“Why are you being so weird today?” You question once you’re out of earshot, mingyu glances down at you before glancing quickly behind his shoulder, Wonwoo’s eyes still watching the two of you. 

“Things are just a bit tense at the moment between Wonwoo and I, it’s nothing serious he was just upset that I let you go to Hoshi first. Wonwoo thought he was the obvious choice to he sex with you first, but I wasn’t too keen.” Mingyu explains, stopping just outside the door of the restaurant, his hand stroking up your body till they reach your cheeks, pulling you towards his till he can place a soft kiss on your lips. 

“Why weren’t you keen? Aren’t you two best friends?” You question, eye brows furrowing as your hands grip Mingyu’s on your face, lacing your finger together, your hand falling to hang between the two of you. 

“He just has very specific tastes, he can be a little rough sometimes and I just thought it would be something to ease you into, rather than just throw you in the deep end.” Mingyu explains and you nod, giving his hand one last squeeze before letting go. 

“Well I appreciate you taking care of me, I’m sure Wonwoo understands your reasoning.” You say quietly, leaning up to place one more kiss on his lips before moving towards the glass doors. 

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“I’m really glad you came, Mingyu told me you had to take the day off to be here.” Seungkwan says, leaning closer to you so you could hear his words over the lively conversation of the rest of the boys. 

“Of course I’d be here, wouldn’t miss one of the birthday parties for the world, luckily with working from home I can just clocking in an extra few hours here and there and it’ll make up for today.” You respond, leaning in towards Seungkwan as well. 

“Your dress is really pretty as well, you look beautiful in it, as per usual.” Seungkwan says his cheeks flushing slightly as you give him a soft smile. You hand slowly find Seungkwan’s thigh under the table giving it a soft squeeze. 

“Trust me, you’ll like what underneath it more.” You whisper before pulling away from him, moving towards you boyfriend, placing your hand in his, joining the conversation he’s having with Seungcheol and Jeonghan. You only just hear Seungkwan let out a shaky sigh, adjusting slightly in his chair before conversing with Vernon who sits in front of him. 

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 It had been three hours since the start of Seungkwan’s birthday dinner, three hours of Seungkwan shifting, readjusting and panicking whenever you slide your attention over to him. You turn to him once again as he shift in his seat laughing softly at a joke Hoshi had just made, his hand tugging on his dress pants. 

“Are you okay?” You finally whisper, wondering why on earth the birthday boy was so on edge. Seungkwan had always been one of the members who were more relaxed in social situations but the way he had been acting was suggesting otherwise. 

Seungkwan jumps slightly at the sound of your voice, his eye flicking down from your face to where Mingyu’s hand sits comfortably on your thigh. He nods slowly, swallowing before shifting again. You turn towards Mingyu, placing a soft kiss on his cheek, before whispering a quick ‘I’ll be back’, moving towards the bathroom, pulling your phone out of your bag. You type quickly on your phone before tucking it back into your purse, stopping in front of the bathroom mirror, adjusting the way your dress sits on your shoulders. 

“Can I come in?” A quite voice asks at the door, you hum in approval smiling as Seungkwan shuffle into the bathroom, his eyes glancing over you before focusing on your face in the mirror. 

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on? You seem uncomfortable, is it something to do with me?” You question, turning away from the mirror to face the boy, his cheeks a bright pink, his hands cupped in front of him. 

“Mingyu said it would feel nice.” Seungkwan says softly. You look at him confused, you eyes falling down to where his hands are cupped. “Mingyu gave it to me yesterday and told me to put it on today, he said it would prepare me for later tonight.” Seungkwan says, his hand moving away from his crotch area, his cock straining against his pants, his eyes falling towards the floor. 

“I put it on, but I couldn’t figure out how to get it off before I came here. It’s been six hours and it’s starting to hurt.” Seungkwan says softly, your eye brows pinch together for a moment before relaxing. 

“Oh Seungkwan, you didn’t. Why would you trust anything Mingyu gives you? Have you ever even used a cock ring before?” You sigh, moving closer towards the boy, your eyes soft, a smile growing on your face and Seungkwan shakes his head, his eyes not leaving the floor. 

“Do you need help? Did you want me to take it off for you?” You question, watching the red snake down Seungkwan’s neck, his head softly nodding. 

“Did you want to undo your pants? Or do you want me to?” You ask softly, looking at the man in front of you his head dropping low, his eye watery.  “Ok, do you trust me to take care of it?” You ask again, and Seungkwan nods his eyes squeezing shut as you fingers make quick work of his the button and zipper of his pants, gently sliding them down his thighs. 

“This is going to feel like a lot, so just breathe.” You whisper, softly pulling down his underwear, pulling a quiet sob from the man, his hand clenching at his side. “Oh Seungkwan.” You coo, looking down at the black rubber cock ring. “There was no way you were getting this off on your own. Mingyu’s gonna get it.” You hiss, lowering to you knees to be able to look at the side of the cock ring, the small metal release button usually tucked into the side. The small latch comes into view, your hands reaching to release it, before you look back up at Seungkwan’s face, his eyes screwed shut tightly, the stimulation obviously reaching its limit. 

“Ok, Seungkwan come over here.” You mumble, your hands grabbing his leading him over to the sink, you place each of his hands onto the sink, bracing him for the inevitable orgasm. “This is going to overwhelm you a bit but I promise it’ll be over quickly.” You continue stepping to his left side, you left hand quickly finding the latch again. You give him a few moments, your right hand smoothing his hair, trying to keep him as calm as possible as you tug gently on the release latch, the cock ring falling off, Seungkwan’s hand tensing on the sink, as a long groan escapes him, his hips bucking his head falling towards the mirror. 

“I can’t… it’s just too much… I can’t do it.” Seungkwan whines, his hips bucking the empty air, his face scrunching. You reach out quickly, taking his cock gently in your hands, stroking firmly again him, your hand slapping over his mouth as a high moan escapes him, the warm spurts of cum soaking your hands, as you whisper to him, your hand still stroking over him, helping him ride through his orgasm. 

“Good Job, so good. You did so well.” You coo, continue to push the hair away from Seungkwan’s face, until his hips stop moving and he takes a deep breath in. 

“Thank you.” He chokes out,  his hands letting go of the sink, taking a step away from you, tucking himself back into his pants, his hands running over his face. You nod, washing your hands in the sink quickly before moving over to the paper towel dispenser. 

“God, I’m so embarrassed. I don’t even know why I trusted Mingyu.” Seungkwan groans his eye flicking up to yours, a sheepish grin on his face. 

“He can be very persuasive.” You chuckle, looking at the black cock ring on the floor. “Hey, Seungkwan…How do you feel about revenge?” You question an idea popping in your head, Seungkwan’s smile mirroring your own. 

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“Mingyu can you please help me unzip my dress?” You call out from the bedroom, your hands reaching to your back, the zipper just out of reach. Mingyu walks into your bedroom, his tie already loose around his neck, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He reaches out for you zipper quickly, once the dress is loose enough you slip your arms out of the strap, letting the dress fall to the floor. 

You turn to face mingyu, his eyes heavy as he looks over your baby pink bra and pantie set, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips. You look him up and down with a grin, appreciating the way your boyfriend looks in his dress clothes, his hair slightly ruffled from the long party. 

“Have I ever told you how handsome I think you are?” You coo, reaching out the grab Mingyu by the belt loops pulling him closer towards you, his hips bumping yours, his hands moving to grip your hips. You smile up at him, slowly dropping to your knees pulling down the zipper on his slacks. 

“Wait, shouldn’t we be waiting for seungkwan?” He asks quickly his hands halting yours on his zipper. 

“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if we just got warmed up.” You tease, pulling on his pants and underwear both falling to his ankles quickly, Mingyu kicking them to the side, his cock sitting semi-hard in front of you. You continue to look up at him, reaching for something you had tucked away in your bra, before moving quickly, sliding the cock ring over his hardening cock, the soft silicone stopping at the base of his cock, just before his balls, another ring of silicone encasing the balls locking the cock ring in place. 

“What the fuck?” 

“You thought I wouldn’t find out? Poor Seungkwan, stuck for six hours with the biggest hard on I’ve ever seen, all because he trusted you. He was sobbing when I finally took it off for him and helped him cum. And all I could think about was the fact that you tricked your inexperienced friend into wearing a cock ring even though you haven’t worn one before.” You begin to explain, standing up from your spot on the floor, looking into Mingyu’s eyes as your graze over his bare cock, a soft sigh escaping him. 

“You know what different about this one though?” You question, giving your boyfriend a sly smile as he shakes his head, “It vibrates.” You hum, flicking the small switch at the bottom, the machine vibrating softly, Mingyu’s cock hardening almost instantly. 

“Fuck.” He swears his hands reaching out for you, though you move faster, stepping out of reach. 

“Oh and one more thing… Seungkwan has the remote.” You add, motioning towards the man coming through the bedroom door, the small black remote in his hand, you nod to him, and he presses a button the vibrations growing stronger, Mingyu looking at you his mouth agape. You nod to seungkwan again, and the vibrations stop. 

“You little fox.” Mingyu hisses, his hand reaching for his own cock to pull the cock ring off. 

“Ah, don’t touch it. Here’s how things are going to work today Gyu. If you behave you will be allowed to cum, otherwise you can wait until Seungkwan has forgiven you and from what I know of our lovely friend, he can hold a grudge.” You explain, watching as Mingyu’s mouth falls open again, glancing quickly between you and seungkwan. “Get on the bed, Mingyu.” You demand, you boyfriend not hesitating to strip himself  of his shirt and tie, crawling onto the bed quickly, before sitting himself against the head board. You follow after him, crawling onto his lap, reaching under the pillow besides him to pull out the handcuffs you had placed earlier. 

“Arms up.” You demand again, mingyu following your orders quickly, his hands raising unit they reach the headboard behind his head, you place a handcuff on his right wrist, before threading it through one of the bars of the headboard before latching it onto his left wrist. “Is it too tight?” You question, mingyu giving a quick tug before shaking his head. “Good.” You says quietly, placing a chaste kiss on his lips before crawling off his lap, leaving him naked and strapped to the bed. 

“Seungkwan, if you wouldn’t mind taking a seat here.” You say, pulling out the desk chair, patting the seat before taking a step back. Seungkwan nods, moving to sit on the gaming chair, the remote still grasped tightly in his hands. 

“Now Seungkwan, you job tonight is going to be an important one. Anytime Mingyu tries to touch himself, speaks out of turn or if I tell you to, you will begin the vibrations for two minutes, if he hasn’t finished the first punishment and misbehaves again then you will increase the strength of the vibrations, does that make sense?” You explain, Seungkwan nodding along, his gaze not leaving your face as you explain. 

“Good, now birthday boy, a little birdie told me that you don’t have much experience.” You say softly, a scoff sound from behind you, your head whipping around the mingyu. 

“More like he doesn’t have any experience.” Mingyu quips, as you tsk, shaking your head before turning to look down at seungkwan. He does as explained and turns on the vibrations to the lowest setting, mingyu’s laughter stopping quickly, a groan leaving his lips. “Two minutes starts now.” You hiss

“Are you a virgin seungkwan?” You question, your voice not more than a whisper.

 Seungkwan nods slowly. 

“Is anyone else in the group a virgin?” You question, and he nods again. 

“All three of the youngest are virgins, I guess they never really had time to explore.” Mingyu calls from the bed, answering the question for seungkwan. You shake your head again, looking at seungkwan who presses another button on the remote the whirring of the vibrator getting louder. 

“Fuck.” Mingyu swears again, his eyes closing for a few seconds before reopening and focusing back on you. 

“Tell me Seungkwan, do you have any fantasies? Anything you’ve seen and want to try? Anything you’ve dreamt about?” You question. Seungkwan pauses for a moment, looking over the Mingyu briefly before glancing back to you. 

“Mingyu mentioned once that you like riding his thigh, that he said he almost came untouched just watching you.” Seungkwan begins, your eyebrow raising as you sneak a glance at your boyfriend who rightfully looks away sheepishly. “Ever since he mentioned it, I wanted to try it, to watch it.” You take a few steps towards seungkwan, placing one leg on either side of his thigh, before lowering yourself onto his pants. 

“Like this?” You question, Seungkwan’s head nodding quickly, “You can stop the vibrations” You whisper he nods, pressing the off button on the remote, Mingyu’s breathing heavy. You slowly take the remote from Seungkwan’s hand, before moving both hands to grip your hips. “Show me what you imagined.” You coo, your eyes focused on Seungkwan’s he slowly begins to push and pull on your hips, your pussy dragging against his thigh. You can feel as he tenses his thigh beneath you, his hands dropping you further onto his leg, his hand moving your hips faster, and longer, the tension building up in your lower abdomen. You hand move to hold onto Seungkwan’s shoulders as you help him move your own hips, your breath getting harsher as you move a little faster, Seungkwan letting out a quite groan as your thigh grazes his covered cock. 

“Is this what you wanted? Do you feel how wet you’re making me?” You ask, your words soft, as you bend down to latch your lips onto Seungkwan’s jaw placing soft kisses in between long sucks of the soft, sensitive skin. Seungkwan lets out a low moan, his hands faltering in their movements your own hips continuing the pattern. You didn’t think it would happen but you hear the whine in seungkwan’s voice as his hands grip on your hips, holding them still against his leg, his own hips making small jutting motions. 

“Did you just come in your pants?” Mingyu asks from the bed, a grin plastered on his face, you huff, moving the remote in your hand into view, pressing on the up button until it reaches the highest level. Mingyu lets out a loud whine, his hips jutting into the air, his wrists pulling on the handcuffs keeping his arms above his head. 

“You are insufferable sometimes.” You hiss, turning back towards Seungkwan, raising his head so you can make eye contact with him. 

“It just felt so good.” He mumbles. You can’t help but smile, placing a soft kiss to his forehead. 

“Well I know something that is going to feel a lot better than that.” You coo, moving off his leg, reaching for your phone, sending a quick message to Seungcheol to be ready to meet you outside in fifteen minutes to take seungkwan home, he sends back a quick ok, and you place your phone back on the desk, making your way over to the bed. 

You motion Seungkwan over, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed, as soon as he reaches you, you grab for his face pulling his lips down to meet yours. You feel him tense slightly before relaxing into the kiss, his hands reaching out the grip your waist as you pull him to lay ontop of you on the soft mattress, his hands exploring your body. “Take your pants off, and fuck me.” You groan, as you feel Seungkwan’s hand cup your pussy. 

He is quick to stand up straight, undoing the button on his pants shuffling them down his legs until they sit against his ankles. You reach for his hand, bending all finger except for two, moving them towards your core. “You usually have to stretch girl out a bit before you can put you cock in, usually is you lubricate yourself well enough they should slip in pretty easily.” You explain, moving your panties to the side with one hand while, sliding his fingers up and down your slit a few times until you gather enough slick on his fingers to slowly guide them inside of you. 

“Shit.” You groan, your head falling back as you show Seungkwan how to move his fingers inside of you. “Just like that, once it starts to feel a little looser, you can add a third finger.” You groan, dropping onto the mattress as you watch seungkwan tentatively move his fingers in and out of you, his eyes locked on the way you suck in fingers his, his cock hardening again. 

“Jesus Christ Seungkwan.” You moan as he pushes his fingers all the way in before curling them slightly and pulling back out again. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before.” You whine, as you hear mingyu chuckle, before groaning, the movement cause friction against the cock ring. You smile at Seungkwan before reaching to grab his wrist stopping his motions. 

“Are you ready?” You ask, your legs wrapping around Seungkwan’s hips to pull him closer towards you, your hand reaching for his cock, giving it a few tender stroke before lining it up with your entrance. “Just follow your instincts.” You whisper in his ear, as he folds himself pressing his chest to your before pushing himself in. You both let out a satisfied groan, as Seungkwan begins to move himself inside of you, his pump long and gentle as he gets used to the rhythm before they speed up, his thrusts getting harder as the feeling builds up. You reach for his hand, moving it towards your clit, rubbing them in small circles before letting go, letting him try on his own. 

“Just like that.” You moan, your arms wrapping around his shoulder, your fingers threading into his hair, as his pants get louder, his thrusts loosing momentum as the two of you get closer to coming. You flex your pelvis squeezing down on him, the two of you coming at the same time, Seungkwan’s hips stopping instantly as he moans, using his waist as leverage you continue rocking, riding the two of you through your orgasms. 

You had almost forgotten about the other presence in your bed entirely, until you head mingyu let out a low groan, his hips jerking harshly in the air, pleading for some kind of friction as he rides out his dry orgasm, nothing except curse words falling out of the man. 

Seungkwan is quickly to collapse onto your chest, you turn your head placing a soft kiss on his cheek. 

“Happy Birthday, Seungkwan.” You mumble. 

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“Make sure you drink lots of water tonight, you’re probably going to be really tired when you get home, but try to have a shower.” You explain to seungkwan as you walk him out to the waiting car, Seungcheol giving you a small wave. 

“I will.” Seungkwan responds stopping in front of the car door, turning to face you, wrapping his arms around your body giving you a tight squeeze. “Thank you for today… I had fun.” He whispers and you laugh, squeezing him back, before peeling him off of you. 

“I did too. And don’t worry about Mingyu, he hasn’t been scolded properly yet. Go rest.” You say quickly, pushing him towards the car, saying a quick thanks to Seungcheol for picking him up on short notice. 

“All good, I hope you guys had fun tonight.” He teases patting Seungkwan on the back, sending you a quick wink before pulling away from the curb. You wait until their car is out of view before stomping your way back into your apartment to the man, still waiting naked on the bed, the cocking sitting besides him. 

“I’m still mad at you.” You grumble as you pull the key for the handcuffs out of the bedside table, undoing the metal around Mingyu’s wrists. “You can go jerk yourself off in the shower, but until I’m over the fact that you tricked your friend into wearing a cock ring, I’m not going to help you.” You hiss, pulling away from him as he tries to reach out for you. 

“Does that mean I have to sleep on the couch tonight?” Mingyu says, his eyes down turned as he scoots towards the end of the bed. His hands still reaching out for you. 

“No, but go wash yourself off, and get rid of your boner, you’re so lucky Seungkwan still said he had fun today.” You answer, Mingyu nodding, grabbing his towel out of your hand, standing in front of you. 

“Can I just tell you that I think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen you do?” He groans into your ear, his cheeky grin spreading back over his face. 

“I know… Too bad next time you pull something like this, I’ll blindfold you too.” You huff, your arms crossing over your chest, and your pout growing as Mingyu presses soft kisses to your face. 

“I’m looking forwards to it.” He teases. 

PLAY ALONG pt 4

“You know I’ve never done anything like this before, what make you think I’d know how to set it up.” You hiss at your boyfriend, as you adjust the camera and the laptop facing the bed. The chord running from the camera to the computer being fiddled with by your boyfriend. 

“Wait, I got it.” He shouts in success as the image of the bed pop up on the Skype call screen, the two of your high fiving quickly before moving around to the other side of the bed. “You sure you’re good with this?” He questions you as you climb onto the bed, shrugging off your hoodie, only left in one of mingyu’s old tour shirts and the pair of fluro pink bikini briefs he had bought for you a few days ago. You nod again leaning back against the pillows, shuffling a little to make yourself more comfortable on the bed before raising your arms up towards the head board. 

“It’s not fair that just because they both had to go back to china, they can’t join in on the fun.” You mumble, letting out long breaths as you watch Mingyu grab one of your wrists softly, cuffing the pink leather bands around it, before doing the same with the other wrist. 

“Comfortable?” Mingyu asks, waiting for your nod before reaching into the pocket of his black tracksuit pants, pulling out the pink blindfold, you let out one more deep breath before raising your head slightly so he can slip the fabric cover your eyes.  “I’ll start the call now.” Mingyu announces moving away from you on the mattress over to the computer where he selects the two contacts he was looking for and pressing call. 

You hear the little beeps of the call connect and the  familiar voices says their cheerful hellos. Mingyu’s face must be taking up most of the screen because they don’t mention anything about their friends girlfriend being tied to the bed. Mingyu’s voice rings out in the room, “so you guys are both alone? The managers aren’t there?” You hear the two voice chime back with the answer mingyu was looking for, you can almost feel your boyfriends smirk as he moves away from the camera, your body finally coming into view. 

“What the fuck?” You head Minghao swear, as Mingyu sits on the mattress next to you, his hand gently stroking the arm beside your head. 

“Mingyu, what are you doing?” Jun’s voice cuts in next, your boyfriend just letting out a soft chuckle. 

“Don’t pretend like you guys were disappointed when you thought you wouldn’t be able to take part in the sharing. We thought this would be the easiest way for you to get a peek of what you’re missing.” Mingyu coos, his hand pausing it’s stroking on your arm, to smooth down your torso, fiddling with the bottom of your shirt. 

“Only if the two of you want it though.” He adds, his hand pausing waiting for their reactions. 

“And she’s okay with it?” Jun asks softly, you slowly nod your head, mingyu’s voice confirming your answer. There is another short silence before Mingyu stand pulling up your t-shirt, lifting it slowly, his fingers grazing the soft skin of your stomach, pulling out choked breaths, all of his touches feeling more intense with the thought of the two members watching him. 

You shirt reaches the underside of your breasts, his hands stopping letting it sit just underneath the two mounds of flesh. “Did you want me to raise it more?” He asks, the two whispered yes’s coming from the computer speakers make a small grin grow on your face, mingyu’s hands moving again, lifting the shirt above your breasts exposing the soft skin to the cold air of your bedroom, your nipples tensing immediately. You feel mingyu’s hands smooth up the side of your torso, stopping on either side of your breasts, his thumbs rubbing softly over the nipples, a soft breath all you can manage. 

“You seem a little sensitive tonight, my dear.” Mingyu coos down at you, his thumbs still rubbing soft circles on your nipples, you feel him shift besides you slightly, probably giving the two on the computer a better view. “Don’t you just love when she becomes breathless.” Mingyu questions. 

“Is she always that sensitive?” You hear Jun’s voice ask - you hear mingyu’s soft chuckle as he pinches you left nipple, a short whine escaping you. 

“Not usually - I think the blindfold is making things a little more intense. Isn’t that right, princess?” Mingyu responds, and you nod slowly, your hands scrunching closed as he moves his hands away from your breast stroking them back down your torso till they sit on the sides of your bikini briefs. 

“Should we take these off?” Mingyu asks, his voice sounding right beside you ear, startling you slightly. You nod quickly, but mingyu just chuckles. “Don’t you think we should ask our guests as well?” He questions again, and you just nod. “Ask them then.” 

“Jun.” You call, getting a quiet ‘yes’ in response. 

“Hao?” You call out as well, the same response in return. 

“Should Mingyu take my panties off?” You question into the room, your head pressed against the pillows your wrists pulling against the cuffs. Your thighs rub together softly, reaching for any friction you can find. Mingyu squeezes your hips, pausing your motions as the room stays quiet. The two boys not knowing how to respond to your question. 

“Has she been a good girl?” Minghao’s voice finally crackles from the computer, the breath catching in your throat as your whole body tenses, unsure of what Mingyu will say. The night earlier in the week with Seungkwan flashing through your head - what if this is his way of getting revenge?

“She’s been the best girl… She’s always a good girl.” Mingyu says with a soft chuckle, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss against your temple. You’re not sure what happens, what sign Mingyu gets before he starts peeling your underwear away from your hips, slowly tugging them down your thighs, lightly pulling them off your legs. 

“Show yourself to them, princess.” Mingyu whispers, his lips pressing a soft kiss against your ankle before nudging your legs up the bed slightly. You take the hint quickly, bending your legs at the knees until your feet sit comfortably against the bed, before your begin to open your legs slowly, a smile on your face at the soft gasps you hear from the computer. Mingyu’s hand latch to your ankles stopping your from opening them any further. 

His hands stroke up your legs until they reach your knees before smoothing back down the skin, goosebumps raising all over your body, as you lay still on the bed, Mingyu stroking you - your legs open, exposing you to the two men in another country. 

“Touch her, gyu.” Jun says softly, “Show us how wet she is.” He adds, you hear shuffling before your feel mingyu’s body take the spot next to you on the mattress, his body facing towards the computer and he places his hands on your inner thighs. Pushing your legs apart a little further, before his finger dip between your folds dragging up the centre - a loud whine pushing out of your mouth. 

“Shit.” You curse softly, fighting the urge to slam your legs shut, listening carefully as you hear a loud sucking sound before letting out a hum of content. 

“God she’s tastes so good - it’s a shame you can’t taste her.” Mingyu teases, you hear two firm curses come from the computer, before you feel mingyu’s finger back on your again, rubbing up and down your folds, holding them open as he says, “she’s so wet - and it’s all because the two of you are watching.” 

Mingyu rubs you a few more times before dipping his fingers into your entrance - you can’t help the loud gasp you let out as he pumps his two fingers inside of you slowly - letting the pads of his fingers stroke along the walls of your cervix before pulling them out and slowly repeating the process. 

“More, please.” You whine, you wrists tugging against the restraints, as the small heat begins to build in your stomach. “Please, gyu, faster.” You try again, hoping to appeal to your boyfriend soft side. 

“You’re asking the wrong person, princess.” He says softly, his finger spreading inside of you softly. 

“Jun, Hao, please tell him to go faster, please.” You plead, your hips bucking softly, as mingyu pulls his fingers out of your to rub up and down your folds again. 

“Just giver her what she wants, Mingyu - don’t be a tease.” Minghao says quickly after your begging, his tone sounding as desperate as yours. 

Mingyu is quick to oblige to the requests pushing his fingers back inside of your - his pace almost doubled as his fingers pump in and out of you. 

“More.” You huff, your hands squeeze against the ropes attaching the wrist cuffs to the bed. Mingyu lets out a gruff laugh before adding a third finger - the pace becoming almost brutal as you lets out small whimpers - the feeling building higher and higher in your abdomen, one of mingyu’s hand reaching for your hip - pushing them back down to the bed. 

“More. More. More. More” You whine louder - the word becoming like a mantra as mingyu’s fingers pump harder and faster, you hips bucking as Mingyu rubs his thumb against your clit - the bundle of nerves feeling on fire as the pleasure builds. 

“Another finger.” You breathe. Mingyu following directions quickly adding a fourth finger, the stretch burning slightly as his pace continues - the tempo turning your whines into heavy breaths. 

“Shit, Gyu.” Jun curses the scene in front of him making his hand pump faster on his cock - the sounds of your choked breaths making his balls tighten painfully. 

“You’re almost fisting her.” Minghao adds, his actions mirroring Jun’s as he watches the scene with wide eyes and a slightly agape mouth. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck.” You swear, mingyu’s pace slowing slightly as he feels you clamping down on his fingers. 

“You close, princess?” He questions, leaning down towards your face, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead. “God, you’re squeezing me so tight, I can barely move.” He chuckles, his fingers still working their magic, tightening the coil in your abdomen until it snaps, a loud moan spilling from your mouth, your legs slapping shut, your hands pulling as tights as they can on the rope - trying to break your arms free. 

“Is she?” Is all Jun manages to get out as your senses close off to the world, only able to feel mingyu’s fingers still pumping slowly, easing you back down on the mattress, the feeling of the wet sheets taking you by surprise. Even with the blindfold on, your eyes are squeezed shut, heavy breath trying to ground your body. 

“You did so good, baby. So good.” Mingyu praises, his hand stopping their movement pulling out of your gently, his other hand smoothing the hair away from your face. You let out a high whine at the feeling of his fingers leaving your body. 

“That was the hottest thing I have ever seen.” Jun says again - his own breathing heavy. 

“Ditto.” Minghao adds with a light chuckle, “Can’t say I’ve every seen a girl squirt in person before.” He adds on - the wet feeling suddenly registering in your head. 

“I’m gonna clean her up and get her tucked into bed.” Mingyu says quietly, sounds of agreement coming from the computer. 

“I hope you two enjoyed.” You say with a breathy laugh - your body melting into the sheets as sleep makes its way in. 

“Definitely did.” 

“I’m going to remember this forever.” 

The two boys coo, saying their goodbyes before you head a few buttons click and the laptop close. 

“Baby?” You hear mingyu’s voice call - you roll your head to the side, letting out a hum of response. “I’m gonna undo your wrists and take off your blindfold, okay?” You nod softly, keeping your eyes squeezed shut as mingyu pulls the soft pink fabric off your eyes, his hands making quick work of the cuffs against your wrists. You can see the brightness of the lights dim a bit before mingyu is back at your side, his hands stroking your hair away from your face. 

“Whenever your ready, baby, just open your eyes slowly and I’ll help you to the toilet.” Mingyu says softly, the sight of his big grin, brightening your own. 

“I think I’ll be fine going to the bathroom on my own.” You huff, stretching your arms out and giving them a little shake before sitting up on the bed slowly. 

“You sure? I mean you’ve never done that before and what if you collapse?” He questions, his hands placed gently against you back incase you fall backwards. 

“I’ll be alright. If you wouldn’t mind changing the sheets though - I don’t want to go to sleep sticky.” You say, leaning forwards to place a soft kiss on his lips. “I promise - I’ll be fine.” You reassure him, sliding to the end of the bed and standing up slowly - ignoring the way Mingyu hovers behind you, until you make it into the bathroom, turning around to look at him. 

“I feel great, gyu. Promise.” You smile up at the lost puppy, the way he watches you move warming your chest. “Please just go fix the bed, you can even pick out my pyjamas.” You mumble, Mingyu nodding softly, looking you over once more before moving back towards the bedroom. 

You close the bathroom door behind you, leaning against the door for a few minutes letting everything play through your head again. 

“Fuck me.” You curse in disbelief, before moving towards the shower, starting the running water. 

PLAY ALONG pt 5

“I hope you’re writing all these down, because I’m not going to repeat myself.” Mingyu says tiredly, looking over to the dark hard man sitting at the end of his bed -  a notepad and pen tight in hand. 

“I am - does she like anything in particular?” Dino asks the tall man - his pen finishing leaving its mark on the notepad. 

“Maybe that’s something you should figure out on your own.” Mingyu sighs, looking down to his phone in hand. “Look I know you’re nervous, but just go in with confidence and you’ll be set.” He adds, locking his phone and shuffling off the bed. 

“Wait, you’re not going to be there?” Dino asks quickly - the shock in his voice evident and Mingyu shrugs on his jacket and slides, looking down at the younger man with a smile. 

“No, I’m not. We’ve got a soccer game and you’re the only one that didn’t want to go, so you’ll be all on your own with my smoking hot girlfriend.” Mingyu teases, tucking his phone into his pocket, before patting Dino on the shoulder quickly. 

“Have fun.” 

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“Chan, you sure you don’t want a drink, or anything?” You call from the kitchen, looking towards the loungeroom where the t.v is set up for the movie the two of you had planned to watch for the night - the rest of the member out playing sports with a few of the staff members. 

“No, I’m good.” He calls back taking his spot on the lounge waiting for you to make your way over with you apple cider and bowl of popcorn. You drop into the cushion besides him placing your drink and snack on the coffee table besides you. 

“Are you sure your alright? You seem a little tense.” You question, your eyebrows furrowing as you taken in Chan’s tense posture, his hand fisted into his tracksuit pants. 

“I’m fine, just really excited for this movie.” He responds and you chuckle, moving further down the couch till your thigh is pressed to his. You feel his body tense more, his knuckles turning white from how tight he grips his pants. 

“Is that about the sex, chan?” You ask, watching as his head whips towards you his expression shocked. “What? You think Mingyu wouldn’t tell me how cute you were asking him what I liked and what I didn’t?” You chuckle watching the slight blush raise up Chan’s neck. His mouth opening and closing as he tries to find something to say. 

“Do I make you nervous?” You asks again, changing you position to sit on your knees on the cushion facing the blushing boy. Chan looks at you briefly before turning his eyes back to the Netflix Home Screen. 

“A little.” He admits, his hands still tense on his legs, his eyes looking anywhere but you. 

“What makes you nervous? What can I change to make you more comfortable?” You question, you hand reaching out to grab on of his own, prying it away from his track pants, lacing your fingers together gently. His head turns in the opposite direction, the redness rising up his neck and tickling the tips of his ears. “Chan?” You call softly, moving your other hand to softly grab his chin turning his head back towards you. “Answer the question.” 

“I’m not experienced. I don’t know what people like, what I’m supposed to do. I don’t even know what I like.” He mumbles, his eyes locked with your as your fingers keep his head turned towards you. You nod your head slowly getting a grasp of his nerves before sitting back, removing your fingers from his chin, keeping your hands laced together on the cushion. 

“Why don’t we go slow? We can use the traffic light system.” You suggest, a small smile on your face. 

“Traffic light?” 

“Yeah, it what a lot of new partners use to find what works and what doesn’t. Green for go ahead, Yellow for slow down and Red for stop. Its a easy system.” You explain, watching as Chan nods slowly. “You’re one hundred percent in charge, you say red we stop, okay?” Chan nods again, his breathing a little faster than you’d like. 

“I assume you’ve watched porn.” 

Another nod. 

“Well, what position seemed to interest you the most. Did you like it when the girl was on top or the guy?” Chan looks away for a moment, needing to think about your question before answering. 

“It’s always hot when the girls on top.” He says quietly, and you nod, releasing his hand and shuffling forwards on the cushion, giving him a moment to oppose before swinging one leg over his, settling in his lap. 

“Colour?” 

“Green.” 

“Good. Have you kissed a girl before?” He nods quickly, his mouth parting slightly as he watches you grab each of his wrists placing his hands on your hips before letting go, trailing your hands softly up his arms, till the sit on his shoulders. “This is the part when you kiss me.” You whisper with a grin, Chan nodding leaning forwards capturing you lips, ever so softly. You can feel his shoulders relax a bit, your hands moving to cup his jaw as you deepen this kiss. 

“How far have you gotten with kissing?” You ask, moving your lips away from his, pressing chaste kisses over his jaw, his hands gripping your hips, pulling your bodies closer together. 

“About this far, I always got to nervous when it came to the taking clothes off part.” He admits, as you pull your lips away from his throat. You nod to him, giving him a chaste kiss before leaning back to pull your shirt off your torso.

“Colour?” 

“Green.” He says quickly leaning forwards to capture your lips with his again, his kisses a little more feverish now, his hand travling up your side, caressing the bare skin. You fingers move slowly undoing the top two buttons on Chan’s flannel shirt, waiting for a moment before undoing another two. You continue until you undo the last button, opening the shirt to expose his skin. 

“Yellow.” Chan whispers against your mouth and you nod closing his shirt again before pulling away. 

“What making it yellow? Tell me how to help.” 

“What if you don’t like the way I look? You’re used to Mingyu, he’s all tan skin and muscles, and I’m not.” Chan says quietly and you smile down at him. You move quickly, grabbing your white shirt off the cushion besides you, and unclip the claw from your hair. 

“This is going to sound weird but I want to cover your eyes.” You explain, “Sometimes not being able to see makes people a feel a little less insecure, but it can also enhance it, so if you want to do it,  you have to be checking in often. Just keep going through your colours.” You continue, Chan nods and you roll your shirt into a makeshift blindfold before wrapping it around his head and clipping it together at the back of his head. 

“Colour, Chan?” You say, pausing all motion letting the boy get used to the sensation before answering. 

“Green.” Once you hear the word, you move your hands to the centre of his shirt, pulling it open softly. 

“Green.” He confirms, and you run your fingers up his bare torso stopping at his shoulder, pulling at the fabric till it falls down his arms, exposing himself to you. 

“Do you think it’s helping?” You question, your hands gently pulling on Chan’s neck to move his body forwards so you can pull his shirt away completely. You see the boy nod, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he waits for your every move, his breathing heavier. “Do you wanna keep it on?” You question again, your hands running down the bare skin of his torso, his abdomen flexing under the touch of your fingers. 

“What colour would you say if I take this off?” You ask when you don’t get a response, your hands moving to the clip at the back of his head. 

“Yellow.” He mumbles and you pull your hands away from the clip moving them back to his shoulders. 

“Okay, that’s fine.” You respond, letting out a huff as you think of what to do next to make him more comfortable. You smile, moving quickly getting off his lap, standing in front of him, reaching your hands towards him. 

“Where’d you go?” He questions quickly, his body shooting forwards to follow you, until your hands grab onto his. 

“I’m still here, Chan. We’re just going to change locations.” You say quietly, pressing a quick kiss to his mouth, before walking backwards, Chan’s hands gripping your tightly, as you guide him down the hallway and into yours and mingyu’s bedroom. 

“Do you think you can take your pants off by yourself?” You question as you sit Chan on the bed, shuffling away from him slightly, rummaging through the draw next to your bed pulling out a few supplies, one of your hands still gripping his. 

“My pants?” He questions. 

“Yes, Chan. I have an idea but I’m going to really need you to trust me.” You whisper, guiding his hands to sit on the waistband of your sweat pants. “Things are going to be even, you take of your pants, I’ll take off mine.” You add, Chan nodding slowly as you let go of his hands, pushing down your own pants and underwear, kicking them away once they hit the floor. Standing in the room with only a bra on. 

Chan nods again, seeming determined as he undoes the drawstring on his pants, pushing them over his hips, and down his legs, the lack of underwear a little surprising. “Such a good boy.” You coo, pushing some of the hair away from his forehead. “Now I need you to move back, lean against the headboard.” You explain, and Chan nods again, his body shuffling up the bed slowly, waiting till he feels the headboard bump his shoulders. 

“I’m moving away for a few seconds but I’m still in the room, okay?” You say softly, watching as Chan nods, words not being his strong suit right now, as you walk to the other side of the room, unclasping your bra as you walk, flicking the light switch off, until the room is dark. You shuffle back over to the bedside table, grabbing the lighter and lighting the two scented candles that sit next to your bed, the room dimly lit with a warm orange. 

“What colour to me getting on the bed with you, Chan?” You ask, sitting on the edge as you wait for his response. 

“Green.” 

“And what about me getting on top of you?” 

“Green.” You nod, moving slowly touching his bare skin lightly so he knows where you are. You straddle his once again, your pelvises in line with each other as you lean forwards connecting your lips again, placing Chan’s hands lightly on your bare hips, pushing your bare chests together. 

“How’re you feeling?” 

“Green. So much green.” Chan chuckles as his hands massage your hips softly, his lips chasing after yours as you pull away from him. 

“This is where I’m going to need trust, okay?” You ask and Chan nods, his head tilted up towards you as your hands grab the clip at the back of his head, you left hand unclasping it, you right hands holding the t-shirt in place. “Just keep looking up at me until you’re ready, don’t think about anything else.” You whisper, pressing soft kisses along his jaw, slowly pulling the t-shirt away from his eyes. 

He blinks a few times, his head angled upwards as you press more kisses down his neck, a deep groan escaping him as you suck of the soft skin. “You can move your hands.” You mumble, smiling against his collarbones, as you feel his hands move away from your hips, stroking softly up your torso, his hands stopping just below your breasts. 

“Have you ever touched them before?” You question pulling your mouth away from him, sitting up straight, his eyes following your instructions, locked on your face, unwavering. He shakes his head, his hands frozen on your ribs. 

“Do you want to touch them?” You ask, smiling as he nods vigorously. Your hands reach for his, placed lightly on top as you move them upwards, until both of your breast sit comfortably in his hands. 

“Holy Shit.” He curses as you chuckle, your eyes locked together, his hands giving your breasts a soft squeeze as he tests the waters. 

“Do whatever you want, Chan.” You whisper, not too surprised as the boy leans forwards taking one nipple into his mouth giving it a strong suck. You throw your head back, pushing your chest closer towards Chan, his mouth moving to the next nipple, his thumb smoothing over the wet one. You smile as he presses soft kisses away from your breast, up your neck stopping just under your jaw. 

“I want more. I feel like I’m about to explode.” Chan whispers against your skin, his hands sliding back down your body, pushing your hips down further onto his, dragging your hips against his, letting out a low groan. 

“Do you want to be inside fo me, Chan?” You question, a teasing smile on your face as you pull his face away from your neck, turning it to look up at you. 

He nods. 

“I’m going to need you to say it.” 

“I really want to be inside of you.” He responds quickly, and you nod. 

“How do you want it? Do you want me to ride you?” You ask, you continue rocking your hips slowly, the wetness building between your thighs. Chan seems to take a moment, tossing each option in his head before he shakes it slowly. 

“I want to be on top.” He says quickly, his smile sheepish, as you place a soft kiss on his lips, hooking your legs around his hips before turning the two of your around, you body falling against the pillows softly. Chan adjust himself on top of you quickly, his lips finding yours as your hands smooths down his body, reaching out for his erection. 

“Colour?” You question against his mouth, stroking him a few times, smiling at the small groans that leave his mouth. 

“Gre- fuck - Green.” He stutters out, his hips bucking into your hands. You smile, kissing him again, beginning to guide him to your entrance, stopping his movements as you feel his tip poke you gently. 

“Whenever you’re ready, Chan. Just trust your gut.” You mumble, you hand letting go of him, to take purchase in his hair, keeping his eyes glued with yours as you feel him thrust slowly, taking in the sensation of being full. 

“Holy Shit.” Chan curses quickly, his hips not moving once he bottoms out side you, his hands gripping the pillows beside your head. 

“Take your time, there’s no rush.” You whisper, pushing the hair away from his forehead, waiting for him to find his sanity, before he starts pulling back out, thrusting back in faster. His movements speed up quickly, his hips working harder and faster as he chases the feeling building in his balls. 

You chuckle as you clench around him, pulling a whimper from the boy as he tries to pull back out, to push back in harder. 

“I’m so close.” He chokes out, his forehead leaning against your chest as his thrusts loose rhythm, his hips chasing the high. 

“Come for me Chan.” You says, your hips wrapping around his hips, trying to keep his hips moving as you feel his motions stutter. It doesn’t take long for his hips to stop completely, a throaty groan falling out of him, as he falls against your chest, his body tired. 

“You did so good, Chan.” You coo, your hands running up and down his bare back, as he takes in deep breaths. “Such a good boy.” You continue, the redness rising on his neck obvious to you, pulling your lips into a grin. You do your best to roll to boy off of you, pulling the blanket from the end of the bed up and over his bare body. 

“Rest here. I’m just going to go have a shower, you can stay the night if you’d like.” You whisper, pressing a kiss against his hair, the boy nodding slowly, snuggling under the covers with a content smile. 

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“Baby? Are you in here?” You head Mingyu’s voice call, from the bathroom door, and you hum in response rinsing the body wash off of you as you hear to door open and close. 

“I saw Chan on the bed and thought either something went really wrong or really right.” He laughs, peeking his head around the shower curtain, giving you a small smile. 

“It went well, the poor boy was no nervous I felt worried most of the time, I didn’t want to push him.” You sigh, motioning for him to join you in the shower. Mingyu wastes no time, in stripping himself of his athletic clothes, stepping into the shower in front of you. 

“Hi.” You whisper.

“Hi.” He whispers back, his hands immediately finding their place on your hips, stepping towards you, the water hitting your back. Mingyu’s kisses always feel different, slower, more thoughtful as he takes his time, speaking through his touches. 

“You still feel so pent up, are they not satisfying you?” He questions, his hand slipping from your hips to slip between your folds. 

“They are.” You sigh out, your hands gripping mingyu’s shoulder as he slips his fingers inside of you, pumping slowly. 

“Doesn’t feel like it.” He hisses his finger pumping faster, pushing you further backwards until your back touches the shower wall, the water spraying against his back, as he squishes you agains the cold tiles. 

“Who has come before you did? Who isn’t giving my princess what she deserves?” He asks, and you take your lips between your lips, not wanting to humiliate the poor men. 

“Baby? Tell me.” He demands, his finger pausing inside of you, the high beginning to fade away. 

“Hoshi and Chan.” You whisper, letting out a whine as he starts moving his fingers again, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your clit. You reach your orgasm quickly, so pent up from your time with Chan. Mingyu kissing you roughly to cover your moans with his mouth. As your body relaxes against his, Mingyu pulls away pressing small pecks to your lips. 

“Thank you for telling me.” He coos, grabbing the loofa and body wash from the shower caddy. 

“What’re you planning Mingyu?” 

“You’ll see.”

PLAY ALONG pt 6

It’s been three weeks. 

Three weeks since your night with Dino. 

Three weeks since your night with any of them other than your boyfriend. It was strange not seeing the others at least once a week, your boyfriend often coming home tired and wanting nothing more than to eat and go to sleep. 

Comeback season was always the worst. 

“I’ve missed you so much.” Mingyu whispers into your skin, his torso bare, his body slung over the top of yours. You chuckle, drawing small patterns on his broad back, smiling as you feel him melt further into you. 

“You’ve seen me almost everyday, gyu.” 

“I know, but we’ve never actually seen each other - either you’re asleep by the time I get home, or I’m asleep. I just missed being with you.” You can’t help but grin at his words, pressing a soft kiss against the top of his head, almost able to picture the blush rising on his cheeks. 

“I missed you too, gyu.” You respond, looking down at him as he raises his head from your chest, resting his chin against your sternum as he looks up at you. “I’ve missed all of you, it’s been so quiet around here lately.” You chuckle. 

“Yeah, I guess you haven’t seen them in a while.” Mingyu says, you can hear the sulking in his voice, the pout starting on his face. 

“What’s wrong? Have I done something wrong?” You question, and Mingyu shakes his head quickly. 

“You haven’t done anything wrong, I think you’ve done everything too well is the problem. They all love you, and can’t wait to spend more time with you, but sometimes I just want you to myself.” He sulks, pushing himself up from the bed, sitting back on his knees watching as you let out a small chuckle. 

“Aww, the big baby doesn’t like to share.” You tease, sitting up mimicking his position on his knees. “But seriously, if you don’t want to share anymore your don’t have to.” You add, shuffling forwards a little before pulling Mingyu’s hand into your, clasping your hands together gently. 

“I don’t want to call anything off.” He says, his voice determined as he adds, “I just wish your weren’t so loveable sometimes.” You smile at him, rolling your eyes, as he grabs your other hand pulling them both upwards placing soft kisses on your knuckles. 

“Then maybe we should show them who decides who gets to play.” You coo, a sly grin on your face and Mingyu grins back, the idea forming in the back of his mind. 

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You question, looking down at mingyu, his cock buried deep inside you, one hand on your hip holding you still while he fiddles with your phone. “What if they spread it?” You question, all the warnings you’ve ever heard about sending nudes ringing in your head. 

“They won’t.” 

“How can you be so sure.” 

“I may not be the scariest person, but they all know I’ll do whatever it takes to protect what’s mine. Including sharing Hoshi’s hentai stash.” Mingyu chuckles, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your bare skin as he presses a few buttons on his phone, the room only lit with the bedside lamp. 

Mingyu gives you a quick nod, his phone filming as he pushes your hips back and forth slowly, your hands splayed on his abdomen as you take the lead in building both your pleasure. 

“Shit, gyu” You curse, “I feel so full.” You hum in content as you move your hips to the rhythm of the soft R&B music in the background, you hair falling over your shoulder as you lean forwards gaining more momentum with your thrusting. 

Mingyu pans the phone from where your hips meet up to the bottom of your jaw, you face still out of view as you boobs bounce to the rhythm of your thrusts, mingyu jutting his hips up on occasion pulling a groan from you. You feel mingyu shift slowly, bracing his feet on the mattress the hand on your hip stopping your movements, his thighs clenching as he begins to drill up into you. 

“Who are you thinking of when you fuck me, princess?” Mingyu questions, his voice deep as he hold back moans, your head thrown back, ignoring his words, chasing your own high. 

“Hoshi?” He asks, and you let out a quiet sigh, you body still moving. 

“Seungcheol?” He continues, you lip trapped between your teeth as your hips speed up a little. 

“Wonwoo?” He can feel you clench at the name, a smile blooming on his face. “Of course it’s Wonwoo, you know what he’d call you princess?” Mingyu asks, your head shaking as you stare down at the phone is his hand. 

“Filthy little slut.” He whispers, you hips stuttering, your pussy clenching around him tightly, as you rocking becomes more intense. 

“Fuck.” He groan as you clench around him, your hands on his stomach the only thing keeping your steady as his movements become brutal, the feeling building quickly in your abdomen. 

“Mingyu, I’m gonna cum.” You whine, his deep grunts telling you he was getting close to. He can feel it in the way your hands tighten on his bare skin, your nails digging into his sides. He grins, stopping his movements suddenly, stopping the video on his phone, removing his hand from your hip, typing quickly on his phone. 

“I fucking hate you so much right now.” You hiss, moving your hips softly and slowly, trying not to loose the feeling. 

“I know, but you’ll love me again later.” Mingyu coos, placing his phone to the side as he sits up pulling your body towards him, his lips pressed again yours, taking his time devouring you. 

Your legs are quick to wrap around his waist as he sits up onto his knees bringing you with him, before turning the two of your around, your head falling softly against the pillows. He places a few soft kisses to your lips before moving down your body, sucking against the rise of your chest, pulling away to look at his work with a smile, picking up his phone snapping a quick picture of the purple bruises raising along your chest, a trail from your collar bone to the centre of your breasts, sending it in the group chat with the video. 

“Gyu, I don’t know how much longer I can put up with your teasing.” You whine, reaching for him. 

“I know, baby. But it’ll pay off in the long run.” He responds, the furious dinging of his phone interrupt your conversation. 

“What are they saying?” You question, tiling your head up to get a glimpse of the chat on his phone. It clear to you the swear words that Seungcheol is sending, and the absolute confusion on Vernon’s part, his text seeming almost concerned the video had been sent to the wrong place. 

Wonwoo sends through a question mark and nothing else, the others sending in their own slew of swear words and questions. 

“Ready for the grand finale?” You nod in response, taking the phone from his hand, opening the camera app facing it down your body, Mingyu visible on the screen. He nods at you to start filming, moving slowly as he opens your legs, sliding down the mattress until his face in level with your pelvis. 

All you can do is watch your boyfriend through the screen, your breathing heavy as he presses soft kisses against your tender skin, his finger gripping onto the supple skin of you thighs, holding them open as he blows a soft breath over your swollen pussy. 

“Who do you belong to?” He questions, his eyes turned up towards you, his mouth ready to devour what’s in front of him. 

“You.” 

“Who calls the shots?” He asks. 

“You.” 

“Who is your favourite member of seventeen?” 

“You.” You chuckle after his question, your thighs tense as he leans closer towards your sensitive spots.

“And who deserves to be spoilt at all times?” His last question takes you by surprise, definitely not what you had practiced before starting your scheme.

“You?” You saying confused, Mingyu shaking his head with a smile. 

“No baby. It’s you.” He chuckles, before diving straight for your folds, his mouth pulling a high pitched moan from you. Your head pushing into the pillows, your hips bucking up towards his face. Mingyu’s hands hold you steady, his hand keeping you open and ready for him. 

“Holy Jesus.” You whine as his tongue dips inside of you, his nose bumping against your clit as he pushes his tongue in and out a few times before licking up your pussy. 

He feasts like a starved man, his movements quick and strong, your free hand reaching down to lace in his hair. 

“Mingyu, please.” You sigh, your chest heaving, the whole scene being captured on his phone. Mingyu pulls his face away for no more than ten seconds, taking a few deep breaths his fingers gathering some of your slick, before he dives back in his finger pushing into you quickly. 

You continue to whine, a fire burning inside of your abdomen, your thighs beginning to shake as you do your best to hold them open. 

“Mingyu, I can’t.” You cry out, as he adds a third finger, his mouth pulling away from your cunt as he looks up towards you. 

“Come for me, you deserve it.” He coos, as that’s all it takes, his fingers still pumping in and out of your as you try to twist away from him, the orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks. Your hips bucking as his fingers keeping moving, your lip trapped between your teeth as you try to keep your moans in. 

“That’s it princess, you did so well.” He praises, his fingers slowing before he pulls them out of you, sucking off any juices left behind, your hips falling to the bed as your thigh slap shut, you chest raising and falling quickly as your body settles back down. 

“What do you say, princess?” Mingyu asks. 

“Thank you.” You respond, letting out a soft laugh as mingyu reaches for the phone in your hand, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek. He types on the phone quickly, sending the video before dropping onto the bed beside you, pulling the covers up and over your bodies. 

You roll over, throwing a leg over his, his arms sliding under your neck, pulling you towards his chest. Once again it doesn’t take long for the group chat to start blowing up. 

Woozi is the first to respond, just reacting to the video with a large bubble of love heart emojis, making the two of your chuckle. The notifications continue, the boys all reacting in their own way, Jeonghan sending a voice memo, saying he was in the car when he opened the first video, and now the managers think he’s watching porn in public. 

“I mean it is kind of porn.” You huff, sitting up deciding now is a good time to pee before you get too comfortable. 

The last notification pings you and mingyu looking at each other with surprised grins. 

‘Wonwoo has left the chat’ 

“What do you think that means?” You question and mingyu shrugs. 

“I guess people deal with seeing their best friend fucking their girlfriend in different ways.” Mingyu chuckle throwing his phone to the side, ushering you to the bathroom. 

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It took three days for you to get the courage to go over to the dorm. 

Three days to be able to look your friends in the eyes, as flashes of them watching the video of you runs through your mind. You barely moved from Mingyu’s side, keeping your fingers locked with his at all times, needing some sort of barrier if the shame got too much. 

“Thank you for the food tonight, it was delicious.” Woozi is the first to approach you, finding you in the kitchen washing the dishes, a smile bright on his face. 

“Thanks, woozi. Old family recipe.” You say before turning back to the dirty dishes. You can feel him hover behind you, you glance quickly over your shoulder, smiling as you see him look at the roof obviously thinking hard about something. 

“You know, about the video…” Woozi begins, the plate falling back into the sink of hot water as you hide your face in your arms. 

“Please don’t. It’s so embarrassing, I told Mingyu it wasn’t a good idea.” You whine, keeping your head in the sink as you feel a gentle stroke on your arm. 

“I was going to say that it was very much appreciated.” Woozi says, a short laugh bursting from him as you raise your head slightly. Woozi looks like he’s about the add something but a short knock on the wall pulls his attention away from you. 

“Cheol, is looking for you.” Wonwoo says quietly, looking between you and Woozi with a frown. Woozi nods, bidding you a quick goodbye leave the two of you alone in the kitchen. 

“Hey Woo, are you heading out tonight too?” You question, your eyes locking with his as he nods slowly. 

“Shouldn’t your boyfriend be helping you with this?” He spits, looking over the last few dirty dishes with a glare. 

“He’s setting up our movie night in Hoshi’s room, I told him I can do it.” You answer, cocking your head to the side as your take Wonwoo in. His hand clenched at his sides, his weight shifting on his feet. “Are you okay? You seem a little tense?” 

He reaches you in two strides, his hands on either side of your face as he pulls your face towards his, his lip catching yours. You body falters, unsure of what to do, your hands gripping his wrists as he tilts his head deepening the kiss slowly. 

Wonwoo takes a few steps forwards backing you against the counter, your bodies pressed together, one of wonwoo’s hand slipping down to your waist, desperate for the two of you to be closer together. Your body responds to the kiss, your head falling back, a soft gasp leaving your mouth as Wonwoo trails kisses down your jaw, his hands tight on your hips. 

“I would never call you a filthy slut.” Wonwoo hisses, his sucks harsh on your skin as the blood rushes to the surface. “You’re much too good for that.” He adds, finally pulling his mouth away from your skin, looking down at the purple bruise with a smile, before leaning forwards to catch your lips again. 

“Baby? Are you still in the kitchen?” Mingyu’s voice calls down the hallway, Wonwoo stepping away from your quickly, the daze finally leaving you as your hand flies up to your neck. 

“You marked me?” You question, staring at the boy in confusion. Wonwoo just smiles and nods. 

“Just showing what should be mine.” He coos, turning quickly as Mingyu walks into the kitchen his body tensing as he looks over wonwoo and then turns his gaze to you, you hand still grasping your neck. 

“What did you do?” Mingyu mumbles turning towards Wonwoo. You can feel the heat radiating off mingyu as he thinks the worse. “What did you do?” He reiterates, Wonwoo shrugging. 

“Nothing she didn’t want.” Wonwoo answers, taking this chance to slip out of the kitchen, you body finally moving from the counter, grabbing Mingyu’s hand before he can follow after the other man. 

“Gyu, it’s fine. It’s just a hickey.”  Mingyu turns back to you, lifting your head to examine the mark before letting out a long sigh, his forehead falling against yours. “I’m sorry, gyu. I should’ve stopped it before it started.” You coo, your hands rubbing up and down his arms softly, his body relaxing slightly. 

“It’s fine…” He begins, taking a few moments before continuing, “I just couldn’t help but think the worst.” 

You nod slowly, pulling your forehead away from his, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “I know things are tense between you two right now, but he’d never actually hurt me. You know that, right?” Mingyu nods quickly, letting out another sigh before stepping away from you. 

“Are you ready for our movie night?” Mingyu asks and you nod, reaching over to the sink to quickly wash your hands before following after him down the hallway, stopping in front of hoshi’s door with furrowed brows. 

“What’re you doing?” 

“I just have a quick surprise for you.” 

“What’re you talking about.” 

“I just thought someone should show these punks how to make a girl cum.” He whispers, opening the door and ushering you inside, closing the door quickly behind you, two pairs of eye shooting up to the door way as you walk in. 

They continue to watch as Mingyu comes up behind you, his hands on your hips as he leans down to your ear. 

“Get on the bed.” He whispers, and you nod, scurrying over to Hoshi’s bed sending him a quick smile as you crawl into the middle turning to face the three men in the room. 

“One thing about her, is she is a switch through and through.” Mingyu begins, tugging on his shirt, pulling it over his head, your eyes raking down his body in appreciation. “She likes a bit of both to be really satisfied.” He adds, walking over to the bed, gripping your ankle giving a sharp tug, pulling you to lay flat on your back. You let out a small laugh as you wait for Mingyu to continue his lesson. 

“If you want to be a good partner, you need to be able to do whatever it takes to please your partner.” Mingyu grins, climbing onto the end of the bed, leaving the other two men standing in the corner of the room, his hands gripping your ankles as he tugs on your again, pulling your pelvis closer to his, as he looks down at you. 

“How do you want it, princess?” 

PLAY ALONG pt 7

“Mingyu please.” You beg, your elbows braced on the mattress as the man hovers behind you, his fingers sliding up and down between your folds, gathering as much slick as possible. 

“Sometimes the easy way to ensure they come before you do, is to tease them to the point of no return. They��ll be so on edge, the second you actually fill them, they’ll explode.” Mingyu explains, reaching down to his own cock, rubbing your slick over the condom a few times before lining himself up. 

“Some people would just dive right in.” Mingyu says, glancing over your head to the two men watching intently. “But I say going slow makes it so much more worth it.” He finishes, his cock sliding into your pussy so slowly you can feel your walls move to fit him in. 

“Fuck.” You whisper under your breath, your teeth burying into your forearm, as you try to keep your whimpers as quite as possible, your eyes squeezed shut as you hear to two men in front of you gasp. 

Mingyu’s movements are so slow, you can’t help letting out a long whine, pushing yourself back onto him. 

“That right there is your sign to go for it.” Mingyu grins, his hands tightening on your hips as his movements speed up. Fast and hard. The lewd sounds of skin slapping together builds the coil in your abdomen, your thighs tensing your pussy squeezing tightly around Mingyu. 

“You know they’re getting close when their pussy starts trying to milk you of your own cum.” Mingyu chuckles, somehow speeding up his motions. 

“You ready, princess?” Mingyu asks, your head nodding quickly, as you lift it from its place resting against your arms. Mingyu moves his hand up your back, sliding over your spine slowly, goosebumps raising over your skin as his hands trail over it. His hands slides over your shoulder before raising up to your throat, settling comfortably against the soft skin. 

He leans down quickly pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder before whispering, “Come for me, princess.” His hand putting firm pressure around your throat, the breath getting stuck in your chest, as your mind fogs. You mouth falls open, your hips pushing back into mingyu’s as you ride out your orgasm, the world hazing as Mingyu slowly releases your throat, the his hips slowing before finally stopping his lips still pressing soft kisses on your skin as the world refocuses. 

“Holy shit.” Dino curses, the scene in front of him, unlike anything he had seen before. 

“A little bit of pain with a lot of pleasure goes a long way.” Mingyu chuckles as he pulls out of you, tugging of the condom, letting you fall to the bed with a soft grunt, as you roll onto your back, sitting up on your elbows looking over at the two seated men. 

“So, who’s up next?” You query, smiling at mingyu as he shakes his head, bending down to pull the tracksuit pants up his legs, tying it at his waist. 

“I wanted to try something.” Dino says softly, standing up from his chair, his eyes locked with yours a mingyu nods slowly, motioning towards the bed, taking a seat where Dino was before. “I’ve been doing some research.” He adds quickly, slowly clambering onto the bed in front of you, looking down at your naked pussy in awe. 

“What did you want to try, chan?” You question, your eyebrow quirked as the boy drops to his elbows and knees, taking one ankle in his hand. Soft kisses trail up you leg, the slow smooches raising goosebumps as he goes. 

“Would you mind if I ate you out?” Dino words a soft, pulling a short burst of laughter from your chest as you nod your head. 

“I don’t think I mind at all.” You respond, your lip catching between your teeth as you try to avoid more laughter, mingyu’s expression mirroring your own. Dino’s kisses continue up your thigh, his hand softly caressing the warm skin of your thighs until they grip the flesh of your ass, lifting your hips a little as he bunches the blanket against your lower back. 

“Woozi said elevating the pelvis gives you more access.” Dino explains quickly, before taking a few deep breaths his gaze sliding up your body as his eyes meet yours, one final nod gives him the permission he needs to lean forwards, licking a long swipe up your folds. 

“Shit.” You hiss, Chan’s confidence seeming to grow as his grips your butt, pulling your pelvis up towards his face, his mouth latching onto your cunt with a vigour. The long groan he lets out as he sucks on your clit is so lewd you can’t help but moan back, falling onto your back as your arms give out on you, your pelvis beginning to roll as Chan resumes his licking. 

“Fuck, chan.” You curse, you hips stuttering as his tongue dips into your entrance before sliding back to your clit rounding the small bundle of nerves. “What kind of research have you been doing?” You hum, trying to remind yourself to take deep breaths. 

“Mainly watching porn.” He chuckles against your pelvis, pressing soft kisses to the inside of your thighs while he answers your questions. “I also asked a few members for their secrets.” He adds, Hoshi and Mingyu nodding behind him to confirm his words. 

“It’s true, little dude was walking around with a notepad and pen all week, badgering us for tips. That’s actually what gave me this idea.” Mingyu says softly, looking fondly at the male on the bed. Chan rolls his eyes, before delving back in, he takes a second to dip two of his fingers into his mouth, before pushing them inside of you, your head leaning back into the pillows as you reach a hand down to tug lightly on Chan’s hair. 

“Shit…” He curses his own hips bucking into the mattress. “Keep doing that.” He adds, his motions become furious as his fingers pump in and out, the sucking on your clit seeming never ending, the building in your abdomen growing quickly. 

“I’m so close.” You whine, your hips rutting upwards against chan’s face, your hand tight in his hair tugging it. You feel Chan smile against you, before you can react his teeth lightly nibble on your clit, your orgasm slamming into you hard, as you tug as Chan’s hair, trying to pull his face away from you. 

“You little fucker.” You cry out, releasing his hair, shuffling up the bed away from him, Dino sitting up on his knees, his smile beaming with pride as you keep your thighs clamped together, your chest heaving. Hoshi is quick to stand from his seat, tugging the white t-shirt off quickly before moving over to the bed pulling lightly on Dino’s shoulder. 

“My turn.” He grins, his face lighting up as Dino shuffles off the bed, Hoshi quickly taking his spot, sitting gently on his knees, his hands smoothing up the bed until the lightly grip your ankles, pulling harshly your body sliding down the soft cotton sheets until you lie in front of him, you breaths quick as hoshi crawls over your body. 

“You know my shoulder is feeling a lot better these days.” His words are warm against your ear, his teeth softy latching onto your ear lobe as he bites down softly before pressing a gentle kiss to you jaw, your head automatically leaning back against the mattress as he trails more kisses down your neck, placing one last lingering peck against your collarbone before moving back up till he’s looking in your eyes. 

“I promise I’ll make it worth it, this time.” He adds, and you smile at him, raising your hands to pull his face to yours. 

“It was worth it last time too, hosh.” You whisper against his mouth, a short chuckle escaping you as he growls, his kisses before more ferocious as he tugs at his sweatpants, tugging them as far down his thighs as possible, his mouth never leaving yours. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbles, his hands spreading your thighs, his cock gently rubbing between your folds, pulling a strangled moan from your as you dig your nails into his shoulder, your body oversensitive from the previous orgasms. 

“Hoshi, please.” You groan, your thighs clamping down on his torso as his gently rocking stops. “Please.” You beg again, Hoshi nodding quickly his movements rushed as he pushes himself into you his hips moving slowly but surely. 

“Fuck me.” You whine. Your hands lacing into his hair as his lips find purchase on the skin of your neck. 

“Pretty sure that’s what I’m doing.” He groans his movements before faster. Harder. The smooth roll of his hips pulling more breathy whines from you, his hands moving down your body to grip your thighs, pulling them further up his torso, until they sit flush against your own belly. 

His hips drill into your faster, your body bouncing with the strength of his thrusts. “God, you feel so good.” He mumbles between groan of his own. 

“I’m so close, please.” You beg, Hoshi smiling as he sucks on your neck. 

“Be a good little kitten, and come for me.” He coos, his hips drilling into your impossibly fast as your orgasm, seizes your body, clamping down on hoshi tightly. 

“Shit.” He hisses his fingers digging into your thighs, his teeth latching onto your shoulder as his thighs tense, his hips moving slowly to ride you both through your orgasms. You both breath harshly as he pulls his head away from your body, his eyes widening as he looks down at the damage before flicking back over his shoulder. 

“I swear to god, Kwon Soonyoung, if you just bit her I will flush you down the toilet.” Mingyu’s voice breaks your high, you hand realising hoshi’s shoulder moving up to your own, the teeth marks deep in your skin. You head the heavy footsteps, your boyfriends face coming into view as he looks down at your shoulder with a snarl. His hands quickly reaching out for his band mate. 

“I’m actually going to kill you.” He huffs, you body shooting up off the bed and Hoshi tries to make his way out of the room without being caught by Mingyu. 

“Baby, no.” You yelp, grabbing Mingyu’s shirt off the floor and flinging it over your naked body before following the men out of the room. 

PLAY ALONG pt 8

“What the fuck was in that chocolate, Mingyu?” You hiss into your phone as you pace the bedroom, you let out another annoyed whine as a tingle runs up your spine, the feeling between your legs growing. 

“Why would you eat them anyway? You knew they were spiked.” Mingyu groans into the phone, you can hear him shuffling around the hotel room, presumably unpacking his suitcase as he speaks to you. 

“I didn’t think they’d be this strong.” You huff, taking a seat on the end of your bed, rubbing your thighs together to ease as much tension as possible. “Mingyu, it hurts.” You whine again, trying to avoid the urge to stick your hand in your pants. 

“I know, but I’m in Tokyo for a photoshoot. What do you want me to do, fly back and fuck you?” He laughs into the phone, his laughter faltering as you let out a long moan as your hand cups your heat. 

“That would be a good place to start.” You hiss, your thighs still rubbing together, your hand staying trapped between your leg. Mingyu whispers something under his breath at you, not loud enough for you to catch. 

“Baby, are you at the dorms right now?” He asks, you can hear him pick up his phone, typing on it quickly as you hear it ding back at him with a response. 

“Yes.” You whisper, you had slept over last night after your adventures with your boyfriend and a new playstation game. He had left early in the morning to catch his flight and you had hung around his room for most of the day, only saying hello to Seungkwan as he left to play volleyball with some friends, the lovely boy bringing you a glass of water as you continued to play the game. “No one is here, Gyu.” You remind him, “They all left for practice like two hours ago.” You add, flopping back onto the bed as you let out a frustrated groan. 

“I’m going to die because of this stupid chocolate. Why did you buy this shit anyway?” You speak into the phone beside your head, a smile growing on your face as you head Mingyu’s warm chuckle. 

“You’re not going to die help is on the way, my love.” Mingyu says, as you hear more ruffling on his end of the phone. “While you wait, your going to have to try and relieve some of the pressure, we don’t want you dying.” He teases into the phone. 

“You think I haven’t tried, it’s been three hours Mingyu, my fingers aren’t doing anything.” 

“No, but look in the third draw beside my bed, there should be something in there that can help.” He responds, your body flying off the bed as you dig into the drawer filled with socks. You recognise the feeling of the bullet vibrator before you can even see it, the cold metal digging into your palm. “Give it a go, baby.” His voice rumbles through your phone speaker. 

You close the draw and slide back onto the bed, your back flush agains the mattress as you shuffle the sweatsuit pants down your legs, kicking them off to the side as you brace your feet against the mattress, your legs open, your cunt on full display to the bedroom door. 

You don’t waste time in turning the vibrator to full power, pressing the cold metal against your clit the vibrations pulling a long moan out of you. “Shit.” You curse, your chest already heaving as you slide the small bullet up and down your soaking folds. 

“Gyu?” You question into the room, getting a hum in response. “Can you talk to me? It’s weird doing this alone.” You mumble, your hips bucking as your press the vibrator flush against your slit. 

“Talk about what?” He asks and you sigh out in relief as you feel the tension building in your abdomen. 

“Anything, how was the flight? Who’s going to be my hero? Anything.” You answer, your thighs falling agains the mattress as your spare hand lifts your shirt, lightly trailing across your chest, trying to relieve the tight feeling in your breasts. 

“They’re almost there, just a bit longer.” He says as his phone dings, Mingyu rambles on about his flight, the hotel he’s staying in, how much he wishes he could be with you now. “You’re doing so good, baby.” He groans into the phone, your own words had stopped long ago, the building in your abdomen fluctuating but never getting to the very edge. 

“It’s not working, gyu.” You hiss, your body tensing as you hear the tell tale sign of the front door being unlocked. 

“He should be there, he’s gonna take good care of you, I’ll call you later.” Mingyu whisper into the phone, he makes a large smooch sound and hangs up with an ‘I love you’. 

“Petal?” A deep voice calls into the apartment, a whimper in response being the only thing letting him know where you are. “Mingyu told me it was an emergency, are you okay?” The voice questions as they walk down the hallway, you let out another whimper, their steps speeding up as they reach the bedroom door. “I’m coming in, okay?” The door swings open, the man out of breath as he takes in the sight of you on his best friends bed, your legs open wide, your cunt dripping onto the comforter. 

“Wonwoo, please help.” You plead, your eyes squeezing shut as you slide the vibrator inside of you before running it back along your clit. Wonwoo stands in the door way for a second, not knowing how to react to the sight of you sprawled out on the mattress in front of him. Your eyes force themselves open as wonwoo whips out his phone from his back pocket, tapping on the screen a few times before pressing it to his ear. 

“What the fuck is this?” He yells into the phones, his eyes locking with yours and not daring to lose the contact. You can hear Mingyu’s voice rumble through the speaker as Wonwoo pushes the hair out of his face. “You could’ve warned me.” Wonwoo mumbles. 

“You wouldn’t have gone if I told you, she needs you to help her because I can’t.” You can only just hear Mingyu’s voice through the phone, your body wishing the large man was here with you now. “She trust you Wonwoo…” there’s a short pause before he adds, “I trust you. Take good care of her.” Wonwoo nods, speaking something else into the phone quickly before hanging up the call and taking in your condition. 

“It was spiked chocolate.” You explain as your hand stops its movement with the vibrator. “Mingyu bought it for my birthday, it was supposed to be fun.” You continue clicking the vibrator off as you sit up on the mattress, your shirt falling back down to your hips. “This has not been fun at all.” You frown as you watch the frozen man in the doorway. He seems to be stuck in a weird state of wanting to do something and not knowing what to do. 

“Wonwoo, I really need you to fuck me.” You coo, “I don’t care how, I just need to get rid of this stupid tingling.” You continue, standing up from the bed and opening up your arms to him. 

Wonwoo doesn’t waste another second, rushing forwards and pulling your body against his, his lips catching yours in a tender kiss. Wonwoo holds you tight against him as you kiss, his arms wrapped around your body, your own arms slung over his shoulders, your hands holding the back of his neck. You let out a gasp as his thigh slips between your legs, pressing up against your naked core. 

“Grind, petal.” He whispers against you mouth before delving back in, his tongue tickling the roof of your mouth before escaping back into his own, his lips finally leaving yours to press soft kisses down the side of your face. You roll your hips forwards on his legs the thick material of his jeans releasing a delectable sigh from you. You can feel Wonwoo smile against your skin as you let out another sigh, his thigh pressing harder against you. 

Finally, is all you can think as you feel his thigh tense beneath you, his hands smoothing up and down your sides as he whispers soft praise against your skin. “So beautiful petal. You’re so pretty for me.” 

“I need more, Wonwoo.” You plead, pulling his mouth away from the soft kisses he presses to your neck. You eye meet, his gaze wandering your face as he nods slowly pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before letting you go. 

“How do you want me?” He asks, his hands tugging on the hem of his shirt pulling it over his head, waiting for you to respond. Your mouth gapes a little as you take in the sight of shirtless Wonwoo, his crooked grin growing as he watches you, watching him. 

“Petal, I need an answer.” He says softly, regaining your focus as you look away from his toned shoulder up to his face, your teeth catching your lip. 

“I don’t know.” You whisper, Wonwoo’s brows raising in surprise. 

“You don’t know?” He questions as he takes a step towards you. You nod. 

“Why are you hesitating? You were begging me two seconds ago to fuck you.” He continues, the heat in your belly grows as he takes another step towards you, reaching his hands out, they only ghost over the burning flesh of your arms, just barely touching you. 

“Did you want me to put my shirt back on? Would you be able to make a decision then?” He asks and you shake your head quickly, your eyes still locked with his, waiting for his next move. “Then answer me, petal.” 

“I’m nervous.” You say, your voice too quiet, too embarrassed to admit it out loud. “Mingyu said you have specific tastes.” You add, Wonwoo watching as your stumble through your sentence. “What if I don’t like what you like?” 

“Petal.” Wonwoo coos, pushing the hair out of your face with a light touch, smiling as he takes one more step forwards, his hands sitting comfortably on your jaw. “Whatever you want is what I like. Whatever you like, I like.” He says softly, watching in relief as your body releases some tension. “I’m here for you, to help you feel good”

You watch him hesitantly, your words stuck deep in your chest, you silence so thick it’s suffocating for him. “I just want you, Petal. Anyway you’ll let me.” You can see the way he regrets the words as soon as he says them. 

You nod slowly his words sinking in as you close your eyes for a moment, you can almost feel the way Wonwoo tenses, how he thinks he’s ruined everything. 

You take a deep breath before stepping away from him, your hands mimicking his as you reach for the bottom of your shirt, tugging it over your head and throwing it to the side. “I want to ride you.” You eventually mumble out, Wonwoo moving quickly to climb onto the bed, lying on his back, his shoulder propped up on the pillows as he beckons you towards him. 

You climb onto the bed, crawling your way over to your boyfriends best friend, stopping once you sit besides him. “What are you waiting for?” He asks as you pause looking at his sweatpants. Your hand slowly reach forwards grabbing hold on his waistband, Wonwoo offering you a reassuring nod as you begin to pull them down his thighs, his  cock springing out of his underwear as you tug them down to. 

God he was long. 

Slimmer than Mingyu but definitely longer. 

“Petal, I’m gonna need you to move a bit quicker.” He says softly, his hands resting behind his head as he watches you. “I don’t like being teases.” He adds and you nod, swallowing harshly as you tug the pants off the rest of the way, before swinging your leg over his, hovering over his pelvis. 

You pause for a minute before leaning over him, opening the small box that sits on the window sill, pulling out one of mingyu’s condoms. “Would you mind?” You question as you show Wonwoo the wrapper. 

“Whatever makes you comfortable.” He says, his jaw clenching as you tear open the package, your hand lightly grabbing hold of his cock. He lets out a hiss, as you run your hand up and down him a few times before placing the condom at the tip and slowly rolling it down. 

“What did I say about teasing?” Wonwoo grits out, a sheepish smile growing on your face as you apologise. 

You don’t waste much more time lining yourself up with his erection, slowly easing yourself down. You go an inch at a time, letting the feeling of his cock scraping against you settle before sinking a bit further, relishing in the feeling of your thigh burning. 

“God, Wonwoo you feel so good.” You whine as your pelvis finally sits against his, his cock nudging against your cervix, as you try to slow your heaving chest, your hands braced against his abdomen as your eyes squeeze shut. 

“Show me how you make yourself orgasm, petal.” He coos. “Use me like the dildo in Mingyu’s closet.” He teases, your cheeks burning at the mention of one of Mingyu’s favourite toys. He loved watching you fuck yourself in the shower, the dildo stuck to the wall as you suck his cock into your mouth. 

Wonwoo grin is evil as he feels your clench, his words obviously triggering a memory in you. His smile fades as he feels you roll your hips forwards, your hands bracing against him, the only thing holding you upright as you let out a long groan. 

He continues to lounge back, watching you buck your hips against him, chasing the feeling he knows has been building for hours. As your hips move more intensely he can feel his cock slip out slightly before slamming back in, the feeling making him swallow hard as your breathing harshens. 

“Wonwoo, I can’t.” You whine, your fingers digging into his sides, your nails sure to leave marks in his soft skin. 

“What can’t you do?” He says softly. 

“Cum. I can’t cum, it’s been too long.” You continue to complain, your hips faltering in their movements, his hands finally moving from behind his head to steady your hips, keeping your movements consistent. 

“What do you want me to do about it?” His tone a bit harsher than normal brings out a small sob in your chest. The frustration bubbling to the surface as your hips stop, your hands moving from his body to cover your face. 

Wonwoo doesn’t know what to do as your sobs grow. He can’t help panic as he sits up, his movements pulling a large whine from you. “Petal?” He questions, your sobs not sobbing as you fold in on yourself, your body trying to hide from him. He calls your name softly, his hands reaching up to move yours away from your face, letting out a sigh as he takes in the tears sitting on your waterline. 

“Peanut.” He says softly, your lip quivering as you look at him in surprise. 

He used the safe word. 

“What is going on, why are you crying?” He questions, tucking loose hair behind your ears before wiping away the stray tear that runs down your cheek. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” You say, wiping at your eyes as you look down at him. “No…It’s just too much.” Your voice is too quiet for Wonwoo, too shy. 

“Well, what do you want me to do? How can I help?” He says waiting patiently as you shrug letting out another whimper as his cock jolts inside of you. 

“Do you want to keep going?” He asks, his hand moving from your face down to your hips, rubbing soothing circles into the bare skin. “Do you want me to call Mingyu?” 

You shake your head slowly, your hands sitting on his shoulders as you roll to the side, Wonwoo chases after you, rolling on top of you, his thighs sitting between your legs as he waits for you to say something. 

“Please just make it better.” You say, leaning up to catch his lips, pulling his face down with yours as your body relaxes into the mattress. Wonwoo doesn’t hesitate, slowly pulling his hips back before pushing them forwards again, his thrusts starting slow as his mouth keeps your own busy, swallowing every whimper you let out. 

“You have to relax, petal.” He whispers against your mouth, his hands smoothing up your side, soothing the tension in your body before sliding back down to your hips. 

You close your eyes as Wonwoo takes his mouth of yours, your eyes squeezing shut as he presses gentle kisses against your skin, his head leaning against the dip in your shoulder. 

“You’re are doing so well, petal.” He praises. 

“Such a beautiful flower for me.” He continues. 

“I want you to cum for me.” He says, groaning out your name as he feels you clench around him, your thighs tensing as his hands lift them away from his hips, holding them around his waist as his thrust become stronger. His teeth graze against the skin of your neck as he sucks purple bruises on the surface. 

“I can’t.” You whisper, your hands gripping the sheets as your head pushes back into the pillows. 

“You can.” Wonwoo mumbles moving his mouth back up to the bottom of your jaw, pressing a gentle kiss before catching your lips again. You feel one of his hands leave your leg, feeling around the bed for something, a smile on his lips as the cold metal presses to your clit. 

You let out a squeal as the vibrations start, running up your body as the feeling of relief washes over you. You can’t hear anything through the ringing in your ears, as Wonwoo slows his thrusts, but you can feel the praise he is whispering into your mouth, his left hand rubbing against your thigh as your body melts. 

“You did so good.” The ringing finally fades, Wonwoo’s deep voice keeping you centred as he stops his movements completely, the whirring of the vibrator stopping your eyes still squeezed closed. “When you’re ready, petal, open your eyes for me.” He says softly. 

Wonwoo doesn’t move while he waits, his cock still hard inside of you, his patience keeping the two of your grounded against the bed. 

“You didn’t finish.” You grumble, your eyes slowly opening to the room, Wonwoo’s eyes locking with yours as he presses a soft kiss to your mouth. 

Wonwoo had never seen anything as cute at the disappointed pout of your face. 

“I don’t need to.” He says. “Watching you finally relax is more than enough reward.” 

“But that’s not fair for you.” You can’t help but complain, sex was always give and take with you. You wanted to give as much as you take. 

“Doesn’t matter. You are the only thing that’s important in the room.” Wonwoo’s words are soft as he slowly sit up on his knees, his cock sliding out of your slowly. You watch as Wonwoo pulls the condom off, covered in you. 

“Did you want something to eat?” Wonwoo asks, “Maybe some chocolate?” He teases as you shake your head, letting out a chocked laugh as you sit up on the bed. Wonwoo watches you move with concern, his hand ready to grab hold of you if you fall. 

“How’re you feeling now?” He asks and you shrug, a light smile on your face. 

“Better.” You say. 

“Tired.” You add. 

“You better have a shower, I’ll fix up the bed.” He stand from the bed, pulling his pants up, tucking his stiff erection into his underwear. You slide off the bed, stopping in front of him as you grab the towel off Mingyu’s desk chair. 

“Thank you.” Your words are soft as you pat a hand against his abdomen, Wonwoo nodding as you walk out of the room. 

“Anytime, petal.” 

PLAY ALONG pt 9

“Princess, would you mind helping Vernon set up for the movie?” Mingyu asks, his chin resting on your shoulder as you place some cutlery on the bench. 

“Sure can.” You mumble, leaning into the large mans embrace, the warmth of his body relaxing some of the muscles in your back. You feel Mingyu’s hands run up and down your arms slowly, trying to coax the last of the tightness from your shoulders. 

“I promise after the movie we can talk about what’s going to happen” Mingyu says softly, pressing a long kiss to your cheek before releasing you, deciding to go have a shower before the movie starts. 

Movie night was a common occurrence in the dorms - the boys waited all week to finally get a night off and watch whatever movie has come out most recently. Somehow you’d managed to snag yourself a regular invitation to the celebration of rest. 

“We could watch a horror movie?” Vernon says quietly as he flicks through the rentals on the TV, stopping every now and then to read the synopsis. Each of the boys took a turn to pick the movie for the night, most of them already having one in mind before movie night started, last week was the sub par superhero movie with the rock picked by Joshua. 

“Honestly anything would be better than last week.” You sigh as you collect the dishes from dining table, placing them on the kitchen bench before sorting them in the dishwasher. The rest of the boys taking their time in washing up after the day of schedules and group dinner. 

“I don’t think the movie was that bad.” Vernon says turning his head to watch you finish cleaning the kitchen. You stop your movement looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “Ok, it might’ve been a little bad.” He chuckles, you dry your hands on the dish towel before grabbing the snacks that had been left on the bench for the movie. 

“What kind of horror were you thinking?” You question, dropping the snacks on the coffee table before rushing back to the kitchen to grab the drinks. 

“I don’t know, what about that new one that came out, the one with the psychiatrist?” Vernon suggests, scrolling backwards through the movie catalogue to find what he was looking for. 

“Oh, the smiley one?” You question as you pad into the lounge room, dropping the drink onto the table before plopping on the floor next to Vernon, your knees pressed together as you wait for him to pull up the movie trailer. 

The two of your watch the trailer as everyone finishes changing into their comfy clothes, slowly starting to join the two of you each of them shooting Vernon a teasing smile as the red rises on his neck, your bare thigh presses against he knee as you lean close to him, trying to let Jeonghan pass by. 

“Sorry” You say softly as you stumble, your hand landing on Vernon’s legs to keep yourself from toppling over completely. Vernon just shakes his head, letting out a long sigh as you sit up on your knees finally releasing your grip on his legs. 

“Come here, Princess, you’re flustering the poor boy.” Mingyu says as he grins at his younger member, your body shooting away from Vernon quickly as you take in his embarrassed expression. Mingyu spreads his legs on the couch, patting the space opening up between them. 

You rush away from the blushing boy on the floor, apologising quickly as you take your position between Mingyu’s legs, falling back against his chest. His arms wrap around you as you tug the blanket over both of your lower bodies, pouting and Mingyu chuckles against your cheek, pressing soft kisses as you watch Vernon in frustration. 

“It’s not like you meant to do anything, baby.” Mingyu whispers against your skin, the two of you watching the younger boy get up from his seat on the floor turning towards the couch with a defeated expression. You look to your left, the only free spot available next to you and your boyfriend. 

“Look at him, he’s already getting flustered again.” Seungkwan chuckles from across the room, drawing more attention to his friend. 

“Like you can judge, Kwannie.” Mingyu shouts from behind you, abruptly ending Seungkwan’s teasing. 

“Sit.” You say quietly, patting the cushion besides you, giving Vernon a sympathetic smile. “They’ll shut up once the movies on.” You add quickly. Vernon is quick to listen, sitting before anyone else can spit out a sly remark. The boys continue to either tease or defend Vernon while the man in question presses on the remote until the movie is ready to be played on screen. 

“We’re not insulting you, non.” Joshua says quickly, trying to ease the situation, Vernon’s body tense as he sit straight besides you, his hands tightening into fists as he presses play on the remote before passing it over to Mingyu. 

“I mean even Dino has more experience than him though.” Jeonghan say under his breath, a sly grin on his face as Vernon glares at the man before moving his gaze over to you. 

“I’m sure that not true, right Vernon?” You say quickly, your words pulling a snort from the older male. 

“I’ve never seen Vernon with anyone, bet he’s still a virgin.” Jeonghan continues, ignoring the way Joshua elbows him in the arm. 

“Well there’s nothing wrong with that.” You respond, reaching your hand out to pat Vernon on the arm. “One day he’ll be with someone and they’ll be very lucky.” You add, ignoring the way Jeonghan rolls his eyes, the movie finally starting on screen. 

Mingyu tightens his arms on you but his gaze is trained on the younger member besides him. 

“I’m not a virgin.” Vernon whispers to himself, your ears only just managing to pick it up. You can almost feel the moment Mingyu gets an idea, the way his body almost trembles with excitement as he reaches to the table beside the couch picking up his phone. 

You keep your eyes training on the screen as Mingyu types furiously on his phone, a small buzz vibrating in your lap and to your left. Mingyu had started a group chat with Vernon the message was simple. 

An invitation. 

‘Show her just how much experience you have.’ 

Vernons eyes shoot towards you and yours glance over your shoulder to look at Mingyu, who eyes are trained on the TV screen calmly watching the movie - the grin lifting the corners of his lips the only thing hinting that something happened. 

You turn to look at Vernon and shrug. You glance down at your phone, typing quickly on the screen before chucking it to the side, settling against your boyfriend, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. 

Vernon’s teeth catches his lip as he looks down at the message you sent - his phone lighting up his face as he turns to look at the two of you cuddled together on the couch. 

‘Show me what you’ve got, pretty boy.’ 

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“You need to stop fidgeting.” Mingyu’s breath whispers across the back of your neck, his hands holding you tight against him as he bends his knees, his legs creating a tent around the two of you. 

“I can’t, he won’t move his hand.” You hiss, shooting Vernon a glare, as he keeps his eyes forwards, his hand had been sitting on your thigh for half the movie, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the bare skin. Mingyu just chuckles before telling you to ‘just watch the movie.’

Finally you feel Vernon’s hand move, slipping up your thigh slightly playing with the hem of your pyjama shorts, you gaze flicking around the room, none of the other member paying attention to what was happening at the other end of the couch. 

Vernon shoots you a grin before his fingers graze over your panties, a small amount of tension releasing as you lean your head back against Mingyu’s shoulder, trying to push yourself against Vernon’s fingers. Vernon’s finger move slowly, lightly, just trailing over the fabric of your underwear, his eyes never moving from their forward position. 

“More, please.” You whine under your breath, the loud soundtrack of the movie covering the words, only the two men closest to you hearing the plea. One of Mingyu’s hands shift, pulling some of the hair off your shoulder, his left pressing soft kisses on the skin, as Vernon’s fingers tug on the crotch of your underwear, shifting them to the side as his cold fingers finally make contact with your burning skin. 

Your gasp is perfectly timed with the jump scare on the screen, the boys shooting your a quick look, your body tensing as they let out a short chuckle before turning their attention back to the movie. “You have to be quiet.” Mingyu mumbles against you, adding, “they can’t know that Vernon is about to stuff you full with his fingers.” 

Vernon seems to take that as his cue, his finger only just dipping between your folds, grazing against your walls before pulling back out spreading the growing wetness over you. His fingers move in the same similar pattern, up and down, in and out, up and down, in and out. Mingyu’s hands drop from your waist to sit on your hips pushing them back down onto the couch as they buck forwards, chasing after Vernon’s fingers as he pulls them out again. 

You hand reaches out and tugs Vernon’s finger back to you, guiding them back to your entrance. “Get it done, Hansol.” You hiss, the slow growing tightness it your abdomen pulsing as he pushes back inside of you, his smug smile growing as you squeeze your eyes shut, your teeth biting down on your lower lip. 

Mingyu was right, his fingers really do stuff you full. Vernon uses his wrist to get as much leverage as possible, his fingers pumping faster, curling as they bottom out inside of you, you can feel your hips trying to rock against the couch, Mingyu straining to hold you in place. 

“Baby, you need to stay still.” Mingyu hisses in your ear, your lip is still trapped between your teeth, your eyes finally opening as Vernon slides in a third finger. 

“I’m so close.” You whine quietly, Vernon coughing to cover the sound, his hand turning slightly so his thumb can put light pressure on your clit. “fuck.” You curse under your breath, feeling mingyu’s shoulder shake slightly as he chuckles leaning a little more towards Vernon. 

“Wrap it up, man.” He whispers, Vernon nodding quickly. 

It feels like your body is lifting off the couch as Vernon shoves a fourth finger in, his hand moving quicker than you’d ever seen the calm boy move - Mingyu lifts one hand off your hips and holds it to your mouth. 

“Bite down.” He says, you oblige taking the heel of his thumb into your mouth, your teeth digging into the skin - Mingyu lets out a short grunt with a small cough at the end, his remaining hand the only thing keeping you on the soft fabric of the couch. 

It doesn’t take long for Vernon’s finger to bring you to your climax, your teeth clamping down harder on Mingyu’s hand to stop yourself from making any sound as you slap your thighs shut around Vernon’s hand, thankful for the large covering Mingyu’s man made tent over your lower body is giving you. 

You chest heaves as you slowly release Mingyu’s hand, keeping Vernon’s fingers trapped inside of you while your pussy continues to throb, coming down slowly from your high, the movie finally coming to an end with a bang, not that you had any clue what had happened throughout. 

 Mingyu finally manages to pry your thighs apart, Vernon managing to slip his fingers out, looking your directly in the eyes as he sucks them into his mouth, his eyes closing with a please sigh. 

You feel Mingyu’s phone buzz besides you, the man unlocking the screen, his arms wrapped back around your body. 

‘Did I prove myself?’   The message from Vernon was bright on Mingyu’s screen, the man behind you chuckling as you quickly nod your head. Mingyu sends through a thumbs up emoji, before stretching his arms above his head as the credits roll on the screen. 

“So what did everyone think?” Vernon asks the groups as Seungkwan turns the lamp in the corner of the room back on. 

“It was good.” Hoshi says quickly, pleased with the horror choice. “I really like the part where the car scene.” He adds quickly, looking over at your body wrapped up in your boyfriend. “It must’ve really got you.” He teases. 

“Oh, yeah, jump scares always get me.” You mumble out, trying to ignore the way Mingyu’s chest rumbles against your back. 

“I think we’re going to head to bed before the next movie, my little princess is a bit tired.” Mingyu says to the group before lifting himself onto the back of the couch, jumping out of his spot from behind you, offering his hand to help you off the couch. 

“I’ll see everyone in the morning.” You bid everyone a quick goodnight, your hand clasped with Mingyu’s as he drags you to the end of the hallway into his bedroom. 

“Is it time for our talk?” Mingyu questions as he close the door behind the two of you, his back pressing up against the wooden door. 

“I’m just worried.” You say, climbing into the middle of the bed. 

“Worried about what?” 

“I don’t know, just the way some of the guys are acting these days.” You huff as you slump against the mattress looking up at the roof, hearing the way Mingyu slides down the door to sit on the floor. 

“How are they acting? Is anyone being rude?” He questions quickly as your just shake your head quickly. 

“It just feels different, you know? Like the other day Seungkwan called me at work and took me to lunch. Or the other week Wonwoo asked if he could brush and braid my hair when I got out of the shower.” You say quickly, giving examples of the weird encounters you were starting to have with the members. 

“So you’re worried cause they’re being nice? They care about you, you’re like everyones best friend.” Mingyu responds and your groan. 

“You don’t get it feels like more than just a friendship thing. It feels like a boyfriend thing.” 

“Wait, what does that mean? I don’t get it.” Mingyu asks. 

“They’re acting like a boyfriend does, not just like a friend.” You says quickly before sitting up on the bed. “Gyu, I’m just worried that they’re getting to attached to whatever this is. You said it yourself when we started this, that they’re all a little touch starved, maybe they’re attaching themselves to me, to what they want to have.” 

Mingyu seems more alert now, your words seeming to have triggered something in him. His eyes are down cast, as he waits for you to keep talking, when you don’t he speaks softly. “Is that a bad thing?” 

You can’t help but tilt your head in confusion not understanding what he meant. Mingyu moves slowly moving on his knees until he sits next to the bed, his hands reaching out for yours. You reach for him, both his hand capturing one of yours, his lips pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles. 

“Is it such a bad thing if they treat you like that? Is it so bad if they do get attached?” Mingyu continues, “I mean if it make you uncomfortable I’ll talk to them but do you really hate that they care for you so much?” 

You shake your head quickly at Mingyu’s questions, letting out another long sigh. “I don’t hate it, I just don’t… Where is this going to go gyu? How is this going to end up as a happily ever after? I can’t date thirteen people at once.” 

“Nothing needs to be decided right now, but I don’t see any problems so far, I think we should just let things run their course.” You nod giving your hand a quick shake trying to get Mingyu to release it from between his two large ones. 

“Stop thinking about the future so much, we will face things head on when they arise, for now just enjoy the fact that you get to be pampered by everyone in this house right now. Enjoy the fact that you have thirteen men who are so goddamn infatuated with you they have zero cares for anything else.” Mingyu says, finally releasing your hands as he crawls up onto the mattress, his body forcing you to to lie back, caging you against the soft material of his sheets. 

“No matter how this ends, it’ll always come back to me and you.” He reassures you, pressing soft kisses all over your face until you let out soft chuckles, trying to get away from the tickle of his breath on your neck. 

“Fine, but if things start getting messy I’m out.” You say, smiling as Mingyu releases the tension in his arm, his body falling on top of yours, his arms wrapping around you pulling you as close to him as humanly possible. “You can be out anytime, but not right now, I’m too comfortable.” Mingyu says against your sternum, his head tucked against your chest as he lets out a content sigh. 

“Mingyu, I still haven’t even showered yet, and despite the fact the you’re comfortable my underwear is wet and quite uncomfortable.” You manage to pry Mingyu’s arms off of you, shuffling down the bed until your can slip out from under the oversized man’s body. 

Mingyu rolls onto his back watching as you gather your fresh clothes and a towel reaching for the bedroom door. 

“Do you need me to help you?” Mingyu coos, your head shaking in disbelief as you exit the room with a blunt, “nope.” 

PLAY ALONG pt 10

Things have been different recently. 

You can feel it in the way all eyes turn towards you as you walk into the room. The boys jumping up from their chairs to make room for you to sit with them.  Shooting quick glances when you sit besides them, more often then not each of them scooting closer to have a body part in contact with you. Hoshi outright shoved Dino off the chair besides him to make room for you the other day.

Hoshi is usually the worst when it comes to wanting to share his affection. 

“She always sits next to Wonwoo, it’s my turn.” Hoshi whines from his spot on the couch, pointing at the clearly empty cushion besides him, Seungkwan glaring up at the elder from his new spot on the floor, Wonwoo just grins at his friend his hand firm as he tugs you closer to him, his fingers laced with yours.  

Hoshi whines louder as Mingyu just shrugs, not taking his eyes of the video game on the T.V, Hoshi pleading at the leader to do something. 

“She’s not a toy, guys.” Seungcheol mumbles from his seat on the floor, shaking his head at the younger members antics. He rolls his eyes as Hoshi continues, shooting a quick glance at Wonwoo who sighs, understanding that the fun is over, his hand loosening in yours. 

“Finally.” Hoshi exclaims, patting the seat besides him enthusiastically, before Mingyu jumps up looking down at his phone with wide eyes. 

“Don’t say it.” Hoshi groans as Mingyu glances at you and then over to the tiger-wannabe with slumping shoulders. 

“We actually have to go.” Mingyu mumbles, Hoshi huffing in defeat as he slouches against the back of the couch. 

“I told you not to say it.” Hoshi grumbles his arms crossed against his chest. You stand from your seat, tip toeing your way across the room trying to avoid standing on any of the men sprawled across the floor.  Mingyu hands you your bag before reaching for the front door. 

“Oh just one quick thing.” You say before shuffling over to the back of the lounge pausing behind the still frowning performance leader. 

“Be a good little kitty and play nice.” You whisper as you lean down to his ear, your lips grazing the underside of his jaw as you press a quick kiss against his skin, “I’ll sit besides you next time, I promise.” You continue Hoshi quickly fixing his posture as he nods. 

Seungcheol stifles a laugh at the quick change in attitude from the performance leader as you wave a quick goodbye to everyone in the room, shuffling back over to the eager to leave man by the front door.  Smiling up at your boyfriend as he holds his hand out for you to grab, his palm warm as you slide your hand into his. You wave to the others as Mingyu drags you out of the apartment, his hand tugging you to his side. 

“Seokmin said everything was ready to go.” Mingyu whispers as you both step into the elevator, going down two floors before stepping out. “He said I should warn you ahead of time that he’s a giver.” 

You raise your brows at Mingyu’s words asking for more explanation as he stops in front of his new apartment pressing numbers into the keypad before throwing the door open and guiding you inside. 

You turn towards the rack besides the door, hanging up your bag and kicking your shoes off.

“Follow me,” Mingyu says as he walks down the hallway towards his bedroom. You slowly follow behind him as he pushes open the door to his room the sight of a half naked Seokmin on the bed taking you by surprise. 

Mingyu says nothing as he pulls you into the room, before closing the bedroom door behind the two of you. Your eyes trail over the body on the bed, the glean of the handcuffs causing you to quirk a brow, the loose silk ribbon tied around Seokmin’s eyes making you turn to glance up at your boyfriend. 

“When I talked with him about today he only really had one request.” Mingyu begins, taking a seat on the chair in the corner of the room, patting his lap for you to take a seat. You oblige him, Mingyu pulling you down, your back pressed against his chest, your eyes trailing over the bed watching Seokmin’s chest rise and fall calmly as Mingyu whispers against your neck. 

“Like I said before Seokmin here, is a giver” Mingyu emphasis his words by pointing over to the man on the bed, a gentle smile on his lips, “He always has been, and he has been dreaming about the day where you sit on his face until he can’t breath.” Mingyu’s breath is hot against your skin as a gasp gets caught in your throat, Seokmin’s breathing falters as he listens to the soft words of his friends, the blindfold stopping him from being able to see your reaction. 

“Would you like that, princess?” Mingyu questions your head nodding as your teeth catches your lip, your eyes unable to leave the tanned skin of the man on the bed. Seokmin was expectedly toned, his chest defined and his abdomen tight. His biceps were mouth watering, straining as he tugs at the handcuffs that leave him trapped on the mattress. 

All of the members could be defined as well built, even the shortest made up for his lack of height in other areas but Seokmin sat near the top with some of the bigger members of the group - he had always piqued your interest as one of the sweetest members, you didn’t even realised what he could be hiding beneath his oversized sweaters. 

“Princess, you’re going to have to use your words so our friend can be more involved.” Mingyu mumbles as he presses a teasing kiss against the edge of your shoulder. “Would you like Seokmin to eat you out till you can’t take it anymore?” Mingyu reiterates, his teeth gently sinking into your shoulder as you move to nod again. 

“Yes.” You choke out, letting out a stuttered breath as the grin returns to Seokmin’s face, the man obviously pleased with your answer. 

“Should I warm her up for you, kyeom?” Mingyu asks into the room, Seokmin answering back with a rough “Please” as Mingyu’s fingers graze the hem of your skirt. His fingers are gentle on your thighs, softly scraping up the sides until they sit at the edge of your underwear your skirt covering his hands. 

“Underwear on or off?” Mingyu asks the room, you’re not sure whose he’s asking until Seokmin answers. 

“On but take off the skirt.” His voice echos from the bed, his body shifting slightly on the mattress your eyes trained on him as you feel Mingyu’s fingers pinch the edge of your skirt slowly pulling it down your legs. He takes his time lifting each leg to guide the fabric over your knees letting it drop to the floor as the cool air in the room hits the arousal soaking your panties. 

“You good, baby?” Mingyu asks as he presses soft kisses against your flaming hot neck, your head nodding, Mingyu’s teeth grazing your skin as you let out a soft, “yes.”

“Shirt on or off?” Mingyu asks next and this time you know who he’s talking to watching Seokmin’s nose scrunch in consideration. 

“On but take off her bra.” Mingyu smiles against you pressing another chaste kiss to your skin before leaning back, making room for his hands to slip under your shirt unclasping the light blue lacy material the straps dropping off your shoulder as you pull your arms out of them, Mingyu pulling the garment out from under your shirt. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and Seokmin’s choices. 

“Do you have a question to ask?” Mingyu asks you and you shiver as his hands are back on your thighs, holding you steady as he spreads his legs, your legs hooked over each of his spreading too, opening you up for him. 

“I’m just confused why he wants me like this” You say your body falling back against your boyfriend as he adjusts in his chair a little. 

“Well?” Mingyu spurs the man on the bed to answer. 

“What kind of underwear is she wearing?” Seokmin asks carefully. 

“Well she was wearing a matching set she got for her birthday.” Mingyu starts, “It’s light blue and the bra was seethrough lace, it’s one of her favourites.” He continues, the man on the bed letting out a soft sigh. “Now she has on some cotton cheeky bikini briefs, it’s got the lace trim around the edges and the little bow on the waistband that you love.” You can tell Mingyu is teasing his friends, his fingers trailing up your thighs to fiddle with the lace edges of your underwear, pulling them away from your skin and letting it snap back into place, the sounds echoing around the almost silent room. 

“Her ass is bare against my sweatpants, I can feel her dripping against me.” Mingyu adds for good measure as you and Seokmin let out matching sighs, the tension prickling over your bare skin. 

“And her shirt?” Seokmin asks, adding “it is the one she wore to dinner the other night?” Your brows raise in surprise, this was the shirt you wore to dinner a week ago, a loose tank top made of thin white material that you had tucked into a pair of jeans. 

“It is.” Mingyu confirms glancing down the front of you with a smile. “You can see her nipples through the material, she’s so turned on for you.” Seokmin smiles his head raising a little before falling back to the pillows after realising he can’t see anything. 

“I love when she walks around in those flimsy pyjamas, she never thinks we’re watching but we all are.” Seokmin groans, his cock twitching a little in his sweats. “And when she bends over to grab stuff from the cupboards” He lets out a hoarse laugh. Mingyu just nods in agreement, his fingers finally finished with their fidgeting “over or under?” 

Seokmin doesn’t hesitate this time saying a quick almost breathless “under” Mingyu’s hands obliging quickly. His hands stroke up the sides of your hips before his right hand lifts off your body raising until his two middle fingers tap against your lips. 

“Suck.” He says quietly, his fingers slipping into your mouth easily as you suck on the digits, twirling your tongue around them before he pulls them from your mouth, quickly dipping them under the waist band of your panties. You let out a soft whimper as his fingers slide between your folds, your head falling back into the crevice between his neck and shoulder, Mingyu’s head turning to place a soft kiss against your cheek. 

“She’s so wet for you.” Mingyu tells his friends, watching the way your body relaxes against him, your legs spreading further as he works against you, his friends on the bed bucking his hips at the soft sounds that escape you. 

“Make her do that again.” Seokmin’s voice is husky as he makes his request. Mingyu - enjoying the way you tense slightly at the words before relaxing - is obedient. His fingers dip inside your wet heat slowly, dragging against your walls as he pushes in and pulls back out at a snails pace. 

“Fuck.” You moan, your bottom lip getting trapped between your teeth as you let out another throaty moan as Mingyu pumps his fingers back inside you. 

“Watch him, princess.” Mingyu mumbles in your ear, before latching his lips on your pulse point sucking harshly against your skin as his fingers pump a bit faster, the palm of his hand grazing against your clit ever so softly. You turn your head slightly before peeling your eyes open, letting out a soft sigh at the sight of the man on the bed. 

Seokmin’s hands are gripping the chain of the handcuffs his body coiled tightly as he bites down on his lip, trying to stay quiet. Every time Mingyu pulls a gentle sound from you his hips buck and his chest heaves, a slow growing patch on wetness in the crotch of his pants. 

“I think she’s ready for you.” Mingyu says, his fingers pausing before pulling out of your underwear, sucking his wet fingers into his mouth with a grin. He lifts you slightly, helping you to your feet before patting the bare cheeks of your ass and motioning for you to move over to the bed. 

You shuffle to the bed gently sitting on the edge of the mattress Seokmin taking a sharp inhale at the feeling of the shift in movement. “How do you want me?” You question softly, slowly reaching a hand out, running the tips of your fingers down Seokmin’s restrained arm, the muscles flexing as you move, goosebumps rising on his skin. 

“On my face.” Seokmin says quickly. “Please god, sit on my face.” He hums again, his hips bucking urgently at the thought. 

“How about we take care of this first?” You suggest, your fingers trailing down Seokmin’s heaving chest, dipping between the crevices of his abs before pausing at the waistband of his pants. Seokmin stops breathing as you dip your hand into his pants, your fingers curling around his cock as you watch his face. 

“Do you always go commando?” You question with a smile, glancing over your shoulder to your boyfriend who watches with his arm crossed against his chest, a pleased smile on his face. Seokmin shakes his head furiously, letting out a stuttered breath as you stroke him twice. “Do you mind if I play for a little?” Seokmin shakes his head again, his hair becoming a mess on top of his head. 

“Please.” His whisper is barely audible as you pull your hand off his cock, pushing his sweats off his hips, moving them off his legs, his cock springing to life, smacking against his stomach before you wrap your hand around it again. 

“Spread your legs.” You hum as you stroke his cock, the pre cum leaking continuously out of his tip. Seokmin does as told, spreading his legs. 

You smile climbing further onto the mattress slipping your body between his outstretch legs, his cock still in hand as you dip your head down licking a long stripe from the base of his cock to the tip. 

Seokmin flinches, letting out a high whine as you take the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before pulling off with a pop. Mingyu lets out a low chuckle as you continue the same pattern, long lick, just the tip before pulling off and starting again. 

As your mouth continues, your hands move up his torso, fingertips grazing his hard nipples before reaching just a little bit further, closing around his throat. “Mingyu said you’re a giver” You hum as you test him, pressing lightly on his throat for a few seconds before releasing the pressure, his mouth falling open as he nods. 

“Tell me Min, has anyone ever given back?” You ask, his head quickly shaking no. You smile lightly, leaning forwards to catch his lips with yours, your hand still loose around his throat. Seokmin lets out a surprised sound, his lips quickly following yours as he sighs into your mouth. “You’re so handsome.” You praise as you pull away sitting back on your knees to look down at him, his tanned skin is glistening with sweat, his cock twitching under your gaze. 

He bits his lip at your praise, clamping his mouth shut as a whine escapes him, your lips latching onto his left nipple as you press down on his throat again. You can’t help the smile that blooms as you feel his hot cum hit his stomach, the white strands smearing between the two of you, your shirt turning transparent where his cum latches to the fabric. 

“Good boy.” You praise pressing a soft kiss to his chest as you release him. Seokmin’s body relaxes into the mattress as Mingyu’s eyes widen.  “Did he just cum?” He asks your head nodding as you glance over your shoulder at him. “You barely touched him.” Mingyu comments your shoulders just shrugging. 

“I guess Min was just a bit tense.” You say, Seokmin’s head nodding slowly. 

“Can you sit on my face now?” He asks you his arms tugging against the handcuffs as he tries to sit up on the bed. You reach forwards your finger tracing the bottom of the ribbon over Seokmin’s eyes silently asking for permission. He nods tightly, just once as you lift the fabric off his eyes. 

He takes a moment, squeezing his eyes closed before slowing prying them open, glancing over your body with wide eyes. “God, please just fucking sit on my face.” He groans, his arms tugging at the handcuffs again, his eyes meeting yours before shooting over to the key sat on the bedside table. 

You lean over him, your clothed breasts rubbing along his bare chest, his semi hard cock pressed between your bodies, starting to swell again. You slide the key into each handcuff releasing his hands before helping him unlatch them from the bed frame. Seokmin just smiles finally free to move as he sits up, his lips finding yours, his hands pulling your body against his. He smothers you against his chest as his tongue slide along your bottom lip. 

Seokmin’s kisses are just as sweet as his personality, gentle, teasing kisses only just pressing against your lips before pulling away to look down at you again, his hands stroking up your sides under your shirt before his gaze flicks over your shoulder to his friend. 

“This still okay?” He asks Mingyu who just shrugs back, his own hand dipping into his pants, moving slowly on his cock. 

“Don’t ask me.” Mingyu answers, “Ask her.” He adds. Seokmin’s gaze flicks to yours, the question obvious. You chuckle, pushing gently on his shoulder till he lies back down, slipping off the mattress to move closer to his face. You kneel besides his head, brushing the hair off his forehead before lifting one leg over him, hovering in a straddle above his mouth. 

“Three taps.” You say quietly, gripping his now free hand placing it on your thigh. “Three taps and I’ll get off.” You reiterate, Seokmin nodding in understanding as his other hand comes up to grip your hips pulling your clothed pussy down to his mouth. 

“Heaven” You feel Seokmin mumble against you, his fingers pushing your panties out of the way before he takes a long lick of your cunt, your hands reaching up to brace against the headboard as he delves in. You let out heavy breaths as the lewd sounds of Seokmin licking and sucking echo in the room. 

“Holy shit.” Mingyu curses as he watches his best friend, your head turning to face him, the stimulation quickly growing. “He eats pussy like a demon.” Mingyu chuckles as he pulls his cock out of his pants, squeezing the flesh as you let out a whimper as Seokmin dips his tongue inside of you. 

Mingyu’s right, Seokmin eat you out better than anyone has before, using every inch of his face to incite pleasure, his tongue swirls around your entrance his head bobbing to get better access, his nose nudging against your clit. 

Every time he sucks the small bundle of nerves into his mouth your body jumps to get away from him, his hands just pulling you back down to him harder, your thighs clenching around his head as he slurps up anything that escapes your pussy. 

“Seokmin…” you whine as your hips buck, his teeth grazing against your clit as he nibbles on the flesh, giving himself a chance to breath he turns his head, pressing soft kisses to the flesh on your thighs. “I’m so close.” You whine again, he delves back in, his hips pushing your hips forwards before pulling them back his nose dragging between your lips. 

Your hips lift of his face as your orgasm hits, thrusting in the air as his mouth chases after you, pressing his tongue against your sensitive pussy as you ride out your high. Your breathing begins to settle as you move to lift your leg over him, his hand gripping you and sitting you right back down. 

“No.” He growls, his hands moving to grip your ass, “Again.” He demands, your hips stuttering forwards as his begins sucking. 

“Min, I can’t.” You hiss as overstimulation hits. Seokmin gives no fucks as he removes one hand from your ass his finger pressing against your entrance as his mouth circles your clit. 

“One more.” He pleads, his fingers slipping into you with ease as you let out a yelp. It doesn’t take long for the second high to hit, Seokmin’s fingers just barely moving in and out of you, taking time to explore your walls as his tongue lavishes you. 

Mingyu lets out a long groan as wetness soaks Seokmin’s face, his tongue working quickly to collect what he can, the man letting out a satisfied hum beneath you, the vibrations making you squeal as your hips jump away from his face, your body forcing itself off of him as you pant. 

You glance over to your boyfriend whose black shirt is now smeared with his release before flicking back to Seokmin who lays still on his back a very pleased smile on his face. 

“That was everything.” He comments, his hand raising to his mouth sucking off your wetness before he lets it drop back to the mattress. “I think I’m in love with you.” He says softly, Mingyu jumping up off his seat as you adjust your panties back into place. 

“I think you’re just pussy drunk, man.” He comments as he helps his friend sit up. “Maybe go get cleaned up before your profess your love to my girlfriend.” He says clapping Seokmin on the back. Seokmin gets the hint quickly, sliding off the bed and making his way down the hall to the bathroom, the shower turning on soon after. 

“Must’ve been some good pussy.” You laugh breathlessly as Mingyu takes a seat next to you on the mattress chuckling in response. Mingyu leans forwards pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before slumping against the wall, his hand finding yours. 

“He might’ve meant it.” He says, and you freeze. “What would you do if he did?” Mingyu adds. 

You don’t know how to respond. Your eyes flick to meet your boyfriends as you squeeze his hand, bringing it to your mouth to press soft kisses to his knuckles. 

“Honestly?” You question and Mingyu nods, watching you with full focus. “I don’t know, I’ve never really thought of anything beyond you and me.” 

“What if we opened things up?” He spurts out. 

“Like we both date other people as well as each other?” You clarify, Mingyu shaking his head. 

“Like you date other people.” He responds, “Like we see if polyamory might be an option?” You’re stunned, your mouth gaping as you stare at him, he sighs his free hand reaching forwards to push some hair off your face. 

“I was thinking the other day about how great you are for the guys, how great the past few weeks have been. They can give you everything I can’t.” He says quietly his eyes soft and sincere as you shake your head. 

“Gyu…” 

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just mean it would be good for all of us. All I want is for you to be happy.” He mumbles and you squeeze his hand again. 

“I am happy, gyu. With you I’m the happiest person in the world.” Mingyu nods at your words pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before adding. 

“Just think about it, okay? Don’t worry about it hurting me cause it won’t. You’re my person and to share you with some of my favourite people ever would be a dream come true.” He whispers before glancing over to the ensuite and back at you. 

“How about we get cleaned up?” 

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i just found your play along series and my god it's everything i ever wanted. although i must say i am sad that you're only considering adding one final part to it... i think it could be expanded so much more still, and i bet i'm not the only one who would love that 👀 all the boys should get their turn and aaaaa all the individual reader x member relationships have so much potential <3 please consider it i beg !!!!! the world needs more seventeen reverse harem poly fics...

oooooh interesting to see someone's perspective on the series coming to an end... let me ask quickly - would you find issue with the series being rewritten, maybe a little more indepth?

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Just finished rereading the Play Along series!!! I really hope they all end up together, even though it’s unrealistic 🫶

They’re all cute together, so personally I think reader should have 13 wonder boyfriends huhu 🤭

that’s the goal but we’ll see where things go when I take the series off hiatus

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I just read all of Play Along. It was so good. Is the series discontinued?

The series is technically on hiatus as I have not been writing on the blog for a while. My alliances have switched 😂😂 eventually when my hyper fixation on ice hockey has a pause I will probably return to finish the series.

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will the play along series would be continued?

it will be continued but I'm not sure when the next chapter will be out unfortunately.

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Something I learned last night is that if you type ‘mental health help’ in the tumblr search bar a message will be sent to you from @kokobot which connects you with people who will sit and listen to you. They aren’t therapists and it’s not counselling but it lets you talk to someone if you need to

(I usually don’t ask for reblogs but reblogging this may help more people get help with their mental health so it would be greatly appreciated if you did)

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not so bad ⎜ ksy

✧ Pairings: hoshi x reader

✧ Genre:  romance ⎜smut ⎜friends - with - benefits ⎜

✧ Warnings: mentions of alcohol ⎜ drunk people ⎜ friend with benefits relationship ⎜ jealous woozi ⎜ verbal fighting ⎜woozi calls reader a whore ⎜ fingering ⎜ f oral ⎜hoshi is in love ⎜

✧ Word Count: 4.3 k

✧ Summary: You never pictured yourself with a fuck buddy. You never pictured falling for your fuck buddy. A weekend at your friends lake house somehow changes everything.

✧ Author’s Note: Let me know what you think! I'm just rolling with the punches at the moment so this was a quick write.

(UNEDITED)

You never pictured yourself as someone with a fuck buddy. 

You never pictured yourself having quickies before his roommate comes home.

To be honest you never really pictured yourself doing anything other than sitting in the library studying … but here you are. 

 “You need to get up.” You hiss, smacking your pillow against the bare back in the bed next to you. You sigh, hitting the back one more time, before slumping against the mattress. “You’re insufferable.” 

“And yet you call me every weekend anyway.” The voice chuckles back, finally rolling onto his side, facing you with a teasing grin on his face his body lifting slightly as he reaches over you, turning off the alarm ringing on his phone. 

“Just admit that you like me.” He teases, his smile only growing as you shoot him a sharp glare. 

“I don’t like you, I just happen to get a little bit of satisfaction from your dick.” You mumble, finally smiling as his own expression drops.

You’re not prepared to protect yourself and he launches forwards his arms wrapping around your waist pulling you down to a lying position as he wrestles to kneel above you, his hands gripping your arms as he pushes you into the bed. 

“Do you want to say that again, pretty girl?” He questions, his eyebrow quirked as you try to squirm in his hold. His grasp doesn’t falter for even a moment as you thrash beneath him, letting out soft chuckles every time you struggle a little too hard. 

“Fine, I give up.” You whine, your body relaxing into the mattress as you stop your movements gazing up at the half naked man above you. “You look very handsome like this.” You comment, your eyes wandering over the man above you. His hair tousled, sharp eyes, his lips pulled back in a grin. His cheeks flush with heat as he watches you watching him. 

You seize the moment, taking the falter in his grip to rip your arms from his hands, your thighs gripping onto his torso as you roll the two of you over, your hands taking the position his were in, pushing his forearms into the mattress. His eyes are trained on yours as you make yourself comfortable on his pelvis. 

“You win.” He whispers.

You flash him a quick grin before leaning down to capture his lips with yours. It takes no more than five seconds for him to break free, his arms lifting off the mattress, his hands cupping either side of your jaw as he pulls you closer to him, one hand leaving your face to pull your hips down onto his. 

“Hoshi.” The voice of his roommate carries through the door, a sharp knock on the white wood pulling you away from the man below you. 

“You didn’t tell me he was here.” You hiss as quietly as possible, you’re quick to slide off the bed, reaching to the floor, pulling your leggings on as quickly as possible before reaching over to Hoshi’s desk pulling on his hoodie, the doorknob turning just as you get the piece of clothing over your head. 

“Dude, we have to leave in fift— oh, sorry I didn’t know you were here.” Jihoon pushes open the door his gaze shooting to yours in surprise, as he looks between half naked Hoshi on the bed and then back to you - Jihoon had been the one to introduce the two of you, never did he expect his judgemental, quiet best friend to find comfort in his psychotic, self proclaimed tiger of a roommate - Jihoon just sighs, shooting Hoshi a stern glare before closing the door, not even bothering to finish what he was saying. 

This is not how things were meant to go. 

“He’s still upset isn’t he?” You mumble as you continue to pick your clothing items up off the floor shoving them into your bag. Hoshi’s hands rub against his face, before pushing his hair back sliding to the edge of the mattress. He opens his arms for you, a pout on his lips while he waits.

You were more than aware of Jihoon's crush on you, and you were also aware of his strong reaction to the news that you had been spending your free time with his roommate.

To say he was upset was a slight understatement.

You take a few steps forwards, slotting yourself between his legs, his arms wrapping around your waist as his head drops onto your abdomen. You run your fingers through his ever growing black hair before stepping away. 

“I should really get going.” You whisper. Hoshi doesn’t say anything he just watches you leave, cursing his roommate for getting home earlier than anticipated. 

Jihoon was always a cock block when it came to you. 

Hoshi’s phone dings again, the reminder on the screen forcing him out of the room, rushing out of the apartment to catch you at the elevator. 

“Wait, I forgot to ask if you wanted to come to the lake house this weekend? It’s for gyu’s birthday and he requested for you to be there.” You smile at the invitation, your gaze shooting over to the closed door of his apartment, the boy seeming to understand what your glance means. “He’ll be coming too - but it’s a big group of us.” Hoshi reaches forwards tucking some hair behind your ear, his eyes pleading. 

“Fine, but I’m not driving.” 

“Deal.” 

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Hoshi’s hand is warm on your thigh, his other gripping the steering wheel as you unwrap the starburst, placing one in his mouth every time he lets out a soft grunt. Two and a half hours into your road trip to the lake house and the two of you has resorted to listening to a very boring true crime podcast.

“Do you really think it’ll be alright?” You question for the tenth time - not at all paying attention to the report of the 'crime of the century' - Hoshi just rolling his eyes before giving you the same response he had the other nine times. 

“Yes, everyone wants you there, just because Jihoon is a bit pissy and doesn’t know how to communicate like an adult doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun.” Hoshi finishes chewing on his treat letting out a soft grunt that lets you know he’s ready for another. 

“So what’re the plans for the weekend then?” You question, popping a lemon flavoured chew into his mouth. Hoshi shrugs, his hand finally letting go of your leg to reach for his phone in the mount. 

“Mingyu’s girl sent out a rough itinerary but nothing really starts till tonight so we have most of the afternoon to get settled in.” He says as he hands you his phone, it unlocks as it registers your face the message from Mingyu’s girlfriend the last thing Hoshi must’ve seen. 

“Kayaking?” You smile at Hoshi who just shrugs his shoulders. “What’s the bet after tonight dinner party we'll be too hungover to do anything tomorrow anyway.” You laugh as hoshi’s hand reaches for your free one, bringing it to his mouth to press a soft kiss against your knuckles. 

“One hundred percent. None of us will even be able to move in the morning.” He chuckles back, pressing another kiss against your hand before placing it in his lap. The drive takes another forty-five minutes, Hoshi pulling into the space available on the grass besides Seungcheol’s bright orange SUV, the lake glimmering in the sunshine. 

The two of you greet everyone already at the house, Cheol informing you that Mingyu and his girlfriend would be coming later and that everyone is gonna do their own thing before the party set up at six. 

“We should go for a swim.” You suggest as Hoshi drops the bags onto the queen bed in one of the guest rooms, glancing at the other bags in the room in confusion.

“Vernon’s gonna sleep on the couch.” You say, pointing to the well cushioned couch in the corner of the room, Hoshi letting out a long groan at the fact you won’t be alone together for the weekend. “That’s why we should go for a swim.” You suggest again, Hoshi suddenly brightening at your words. He nods quickly ripping open his duffle bag to pull out his swim trunks. 

“Don’t forget towels” You shout over your shoulder as you make your way out the room, “I’ll meet you down there.” You stroll down to the lake, waving goodbye to the boys who decided to go for a hike up the hills around the house, they wanted to “check for bears” as Vernon put it. They had managed to convince Jihoon to tag along, the shorter male glancing at you before following his friends up the trail. 

You’re unbuttoning your shorts as you hear the heavy footsteps behind you, the towels dropping at your feet as Hoshi stops besides you, ripping his shirt over his head before rushing to the water letting out a loud laugh as he dives into the shallows. You follow after him, pulling your own shirt over your head before rushing down to the water. 

It’s lukewarm, the sun making a great natural heater as you wade your way further into the water, Hoshi finally breaching the surface, pushing his wet hair out of his face. He pulls you against him once your within arms reach, his lips finding yours. 

You can feel him grinning against your mouth as he pulls away, his hand smoothing down your sides till they grip the backs of your thighs. “Jump.” He whispers against your cheek lifting as you jump, your legs wrapping around his waist. He presses feverish kisses against the underside of your jaw as you settle yourself on his hips, his hands still firm against the back of your thighs. 

“Apparently sex in the water is very dangerous.” You mumble as hoshi sucks on your collarbone, letting out a soft hum, his head shooting up as he registers your words. 

“And who said we’re having sex?” He questions, his eyebrows raised in shock, his mouth open in feigned offence. “You dirty girl, I’m just here for a nice relaxing swim.” He teases, his eyes bright as your arms tighten their grip against his neck. You just smile at him, leaning forwards slightly your nose trailing up the side of his cheeks until they sit just besides his ear. 

“You shouldn’t start something you can’t finish.” You whisper, the man below you shivering at the warm air that tickles his skin. “We both know I can last a lot longer that you can.” You continue, your teeth grazing the underside of his jaw as he leans his head back letting out a soft groan. 

“This is probably gonna be the only time we have alone for the whole weekend.” You say pressing soft kisses to his neck before straightening your posture. “Make it worth my while.” You finish, Hoshi nodding quickly his hands letting you go. Your feet touch the bottom of the lake, his fingers linking with yours as he drags you out of the water. 

“Boat house.” He says, turning back to make sure you are indeed following behind him, once satisfied you are, he pushes his way onto land, dragging you as he grabs the towels off the grass on the way to the old wooden shed built on the water. 

You would be lying if you said Hoshi liked to take things slow - the first time you two met at one of Jeonghan’s annual halloween parties you had ended up riding him in an empty bedroom that he had picked the lock on. He was always someone who preferred actions to words, his tongue talented in more things than just talking.

He manages to shove the small entry door to the boat house open with his foot, waiting until you’re both tucked inside before closing the door, shoving a large toolbox in front of it. 

“The door doesn’t really close properly.” He mumbles as he turns to face you. 

“Oh, and how do you know that?” You question. “Am I not the first person you’ve brought to this boat house?” You scoff, hoshi immediately shaking his head before explaining. 

“I’ve never invited anyone else to the lake house, but last year I was unfortunate enough to be walking past when the door blew open and saw Cheol balls deep in his invite for the year.” 

“Oh.” Your nose crinkles at the mental image. 

“Yeah.” Hoshi echoes, mirroring your own expression. 

“Well you’ve got fifteen minutes, pretty boy.” You hum, pointing over to the rusting clock on the wall of the boat house, Hoshi just grinning widely, dropping to his knees in front of you. 

“I only need ten.” His fingers graze up the sides of your bare legs, his eyes watching you from between his lashes as you let out a stuttered breath. His finger pause as they reach the ties on your bikini bottoms, his eyes begging for your permission. 

“Bet.” You confirm, your eyes breaking contact with his as you glance over to the clock making note of the time before looking back down to him. His grin turns menacing as his fingers tug at the ties on either side of your hips, watching pleased as your bottoms slide down your legs once the ties are loose enough. 

For a man who never slowed down for anyone, he sure knew how to make time feel like it was going in slow motion. Hoshi’s hands guide your bottoms to the ground, lifting one foot out, pressing a soft kiss against your knee before doing the same to the other, his eyes never once breaking their battle with yours.

“Are you sure? Anyone could walk in and see us.” He coos, his hand throwing your wet swimmers to the side before latching back onto your ankle, you nod your answer silent begging him to move a bit faster. “You really are a dirty girl.” He teases, shuffling on his knees until his face is in line with your pelvis, his hand putting heavier pressure on your skin, sliding up your drying legs until they reach your knees. 

“Open up.” He says, his hand wrapping around the backs of your knees, pulling on them lightly. You slide your feet apart slightly, your eyes leaving the man in front of you to glance back at the clock. 

“Nine minutes.” You warn, Hoshi just nodding, his eyes taking you in unsure whether the dripping is from the water or because you’re really just that aroused.

He doesn’t bother asking. 

He leans forwards swiping a tentative lick against you, his eyes turned up to yours, watching you as your eyes fall closed, your hands dipping into his wet strands of hair. Pleased with your reaction he delves forwards, his tongue pressing flat against you as his nose bumps against your swelling clit. His hands trail softly up the backs of your thighs, over your ass until they sit comfortably on your hips. 

“Eight minutes.” You whimper as he pulls your cunt firmer against his face, his head moving as his tongue circles around your clit, teasing before he sucks the bud into his mouth. “Fuck.” You curse, your hand tugging on his hair before letting go, moving to brace against the shelf behind you. You can feel Hoshi’s crooked grin against you as one of his hand drops to lift your thigh, draping the limb over his shoulder opening you up further for him. 

Hoshi’s movements become quicker, more feverish as his tongue dips inside you for just a moment before licking back up to your clit. 

“Are fingers allowed, kitten?” He questions softly, as he pulls his face away from your cunt much to your dismay, his eyes teasing as you nod quickly, your lip trapped between your teeth as he slides one finger between your folds, gathering any juices he could before slowly pushing the single digit inside of you. 

“God, I can feel how desperate you are.” He coos as you clench around his single finger, a loud branch snapping outside of the shed making you jump, his finger sliding out of you slightly before sliding back in to the third knuckle, hoshi chuckling as he presses a kiss against the thigh hanging over his shoulder. “Worried?” He questions. 

“A little…shit, you have six minutes.” You remind him, jumping as his mouth covers your pussy once again, his single finger working in and out of you slowly, only just enough to help build the tension. You let out a soft breath as Hoshi adds another finger, your head falling back to lean against the shelves as his sucking sends wet sounds to your ears. 

“Why do you call me Hoshi?” He questions as he pulls his mouth away from you again, a string of your wetness connecting his lips to your pussy, the warm breeze brushing against your swollen lips, a soft moan escaping you. His fingers don’t stop as he watches you expectantly, waiting fro your answer. 

“Habit.” You respond, knowing short answers are all you can manage right now, Hoshi’s fingers pause inside of you, curling as he tuts at your answer. 

“Gotta give me something better than that.” He huffs, his fingers staying completely still inside of you while he waits. You lift your head, looking down at the kneeling man, his fingers deep inside you. 

“It’s embarrassing to say while we’re like this.” You start, sighing as Hoshi just raises a brow continuing to stay still, waiting. “It feels too intimate to say your real name, you’re hoshi to everyone else.” You explain, Hoshi just smiling as he shrugs your leg off his shoulder, standing from his spot on the floor, the slight jostle causing a throaty moan to escape you. 

“But you’re not everyone else.” He mumbles as he leans over you, finally his fingers start moving again, faster, harder than before, his thumb rubbing soft circles against your wet clit. “I want you to call me Soonyoung.” He continues, leaning slightly more forwards to catch your lips with his. 

“I want the first time you say it to be while your cum on my fingers.” He says against your lips, letting out a choked laugh as you clench around him. He can feel the way you’re starting to shiver against him, your hips bucking out of rhythm with his hand, he knows your close. 

“Say it.” He demands, moving his mouth away from yours, looking down at his hand between your legs before his eyes connect with yours, waiting.

“Fuck, soonyoung.” You whine as he presses his thumb harshly against your clit, his fingers curling at just the right time, your cunt clenching so forcefully he lets out a surprised laugh. He pauses his movements for a moment, watching the way you pant as you come down from your orgasm, whispering his name again. 

“Soonyoung?” You lift the end of his name like a question, he hums back. “You had three minutes to spare.” He laughs as he drags his fingers out of you, licking your juices off his fingers before leaning forwards to press a kiss against your lips. 

“Much better.” He smiles at you before leaning down to pick up your swimmers, slowly helping you pull them up and tie them on your hips. 

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The boys get back from their hike just as you exit the shower, your towel wrapped tightly around you as you strut to the guest bedroom, smiling at Vernon as he watches something on his phone. 

“Did you want me to leave?” He questions, his eyes not even bothering to glance towards you. 

“Only if you care.” You shrug. Vernon has always managed to see you in vulnerable positions, seeing you naked more times than you care to admit in your “drunk exhibitionism” phase as Jihoon calls it. Vernon shrugs his shoulders turning slightly so that he couldn’t accidentally get a peek as you drop your towel, tugging on a set on underwear before pulling the dress off the bed and sliding it up over your legs. 

“Vernon, a hand please.” You ask as you pull the straps over your shoulder holding the dress firm against your chest,  the zip on the back of the dress too far down for you to reach easily. You glance in the mirror smiling as Vernon steps up behind you his hand gentle as he tugs on your zipper, having to readjust the dress a few times to get it up smoothly. 

“That dress looks really nice on you.” He says softly, his eye meeting yours in the mirror the two of you smiling, a familiar dark head of hair only just visible in the door way. 

“Are you trying to pick up my girlfriend?” Soonyoung questions as he leans against the door frame, his arms crossed against his chest and a playful smile gracing his freshly washed face. Vernon shakes his head with a smirk, stepping away from you as you both turn to face the intruder fully. 

“Girlfriend?” You question softly, Soonyoung just shrugging his shoulders like it’s obvious. Like this is natural. 

“Do you not want to be?” He questions back, pushing himself off the door frame moving closer to you. You can see how Vernon’s eyes widen wanting to be anywhere but here right now. 

“I’m gonna go see if they need any help setting up.” Vernon say quickly, dismissing himself as he shuffles out of the room, leaving you and soonyoung alone. 

“Do you not want to be my girlfriend?” Soonyoung repeats, waiting for you to say something as your shoulders sink a little. 

“We’ve just never really discussed this before.” You respond, Soonyoung’s shoulder mimicking your own as they drop in disappointment. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to, but where is this all coming from?” 

“I don’t know, I just thought - “ He pauses, looking at the floor and then back to you, “I don’t know what I thought.” Soonyoung shakes his head taking a step away from you, waiting for you to say something before he turns and walks out of the bedroom. 

You want to follow him. 

You want to tell him everything you’ve ever thought about him. 

“Mingyu’s here.” But you’re interrupted. 

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Mingyu’s celebration is going well, the group is at about ten bottles deep into soju and roughly twenty-four cans into the beer cartons that Seungcheol has brought for the party - it was clear to anyone that the night would be going down in history as one of the drunkest. 

“You are so lucky.” Jihoon slurs as he leans across the table to pat Mingyu on the shoulder. Everyone watches him tentatively, the smaller male not usually one for drinking, clearly something was upsetting him. Mingyu just nods down at him, smiling over at his girlfriend who giggles at the antics. “God I wish I didn’t loose the person I loved to a fuck boy.” He sneers, glaring at Soonyoung who sits besides you at the table, his body tensing at his roommates words. 

Soonyoung on the contrary had barely had anything to drink the whole night, sitting surprisingly quiet while everyone downed the alcohol like juice. Jihoon turns to face Soonyoung now, the rest of the group following, the two of you suddenly under everyone scrutiny. 

“I didn’t steal anything, Jihoon.” Soonyoung says firmly, his eye brows raising slightly as Jihoon shakes his head angrily. “You’re the one who introduced us.” He adds, Jihoon just shaking his head more. 

“I thought she was better than that.” Jihoon’s words are seething. “I thought she was better than hooking up with someone like a whore.” His comment stuns you, the rest of the group breaking into scoldings.

"We don't slut shame here." Joshua scolds, Soonyoung shaking his head to the older male.

"Not helping." Soonyoung huffs.

You just scoff, standing quickly from your seat glaring at the smaller man who seems to shrink in realisation, the colour draining from his face. 

“You’re drunk.” You scold, crossing your arms over your chest as you look down at the male. “I know tomorrow you’re gonna to hate yourself for calling me that, and you know what I’m not just hooking up with him, and I think you know that and it hurts.” You shout, the rest of the group falling into silence as they continue to listen, your eyes starting to glisten. 

“And I’m sorry that you’re hurt Jihoon but you can’t control who you fall for, sometimes it just happens.” Your words become quiet as you finish your sentence, body jumping as soft hands rub against your arms, Soonyoung stepping up behind you. 

“Maybe we should go get some air.” He whispers in your ear, your head nodding as the tears burn against your lashes. “He can sit and sober up.” He adds and you just nod again, letting Soonyoung push you towards the exit, your feet only stopping as you reach Mingyu, sending him a soft smile and whispering an apology. Mingyu the gentle giant he is just gives your hand a squeeze, thanking you for coming. 

Soonyoung continues to guide you out slowly, his hands firm on your arms as the chilly summer air hits your face, the front door closing behind the two of you. His hands finally dropping as you move away from him, your hands swiping at your face as tears drop slowly. 

“He didn’t mean it.” Soonyoung says softly. 

You nod. 

“He’s just drunk.” 

You nod. 

“He’ll probably apologise tomorrow.” 

You nod. 

“I knew you liked me.” He coos, a soft laugh escaping you, your hands bracing yourself on the banister, your head shaking is disbelief.

"Insufferable." You mumble to yourself, your gaze focusing on the shimmering lake in the moonlight, not quite ready to turn around yet.

“I guess so.” You sigh, letting out a shaky breath as Soonyoung’s arms surround you, pulling you hard against him, his lips peppering kisses against your cheek until he can feel you smile. 

“It’s a good thing, cause I’ve liked you for a long time.” He drones.

You brave a glance over your shoulder, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he presses a hard kiss against your temple. “I’m sure I’m everything you imagined in a boyfriend.” He teases, his arms tightening around you. 

“You’re not so bad.” You mumble back, leaning back against him, your head turning to place your own kiss softly against his cheek.

[xddaengx]

Hello my friend, I hope that you are having a good day! 😊 Well, For my first request, I wanted to see if you could do a headcanon with BTS x african-american/black!reader as their girlfriend who is also a nursing student but had to have open heart surgery and is trying to recover with their help plus ARMY helps but she feel self-conscious/ashamed from her large scars on her back (some haters/reporters make fun of her)because she feels like she's not worthy of their love, respect and tine but they try to make her feel better by doing everything and I mean everything? ( Like from a charity donation to writing them a song!!)

POSTED! I didn't follow the request to a tee but tried to include as much as possible, and give it my own spin. I hope you still enjoy it!

[xddaengx]

The Little Things

✧ Pairings: ot7 BTS x Reader

✧ Genre:  fluffy ⎜romance ⎜ polyamory ⎜ recovery au ⎜idol!bts ⎜sfw ⎜domestic!bts au ⎜established relationship ⎜

✧ Warnings: mentions of heart condition ⎜ mentions of surgery ⎜ reader is in recovery from a surgery ⎜ bts just being sweet ⎜

✧ Word Count: 4.2k

✧ Summary: You've never been more glade to have seven men by your side to help with your recovery. Even when times get tough you know they have your back.

Inspiring Song : Hold Us Together by H.E.R and Tauren Wells

✧ Author’s Note: This was requested by @lelewright1234 - i didn't follow to request to a tee and it ended up more domestic and fluffy then angst but I hope you still like it.

‘The rising stars from South Korea are stunning all with their good looks. Girls all over the world and wondering whether these six young men have anyone special in their lives. Just look at our swooning reporter on the red carpet.’ 

The camera pans over, six very familiar faces fill the screen for a moment, each holding a long glare at the flashing lights in front of them, trying to follow each instruction given by the paparazzi. The camera continues to pan, stopping on the wide mouthed blonde reporter watching them move down the red carpet towards her, you can almost see her vibrating with excitement. 

“I don’t know why you always watch these.” The remote is snatched from your hand as a body drops heavily onto the couch besides you, the channel quickly changing despite your protesting. “I wasn’t even there.” He adds. 

“Hey, I was watching that.” You hiss, leaning over trying to snatch the controller back. The larger man just smiles, stretching his arm so it’s further away, the remote far out of reach. “I like watching them all on the carpet, they look so handsome in your suits.” You coo, smiling with triumph as the channel flicks back. “You’d look great too if you were there.” You say with triumph. 

“That’s all you had to say.” Your gaze pauses on the screen, the boys standing stiff on the carpet as a girl tries to squeeze in the middle of them, asking quickly for a photo. You continue to watch as the boys smile politely not declining as the girls manager snaps a quick shot. 

“Do you know who she is?” You question turning towards the large man, surprised as he shakes his head a grimace on his face. 

“No, but manager Se jin probably just told them to smile and take the photo, I think shes some record label CEO’s daughter.” You feel a shiver run down his spine as he reaches for you, one arm draping over your shoulder his remaining hand beckoning your closer. 

“So, do you have anyone special in your life?” You question, your voice mimicking the earlier reporters as you hold your invisible microphone towards him, your body leaning forwards as he tugs you against him, landing on his chest with a heavy ooft. 

“Why I do happen to have someone special at home… Someone very very special to all of us.” Jin speaks softly into your fake microphone, smiling at the way he feels the goosebumps raise on your skin. “We’ve all missed you cupcake.” He hums as you relax against him, dropping your invisible mic to lean against his chest, basking in his comforting warmth. You watch beeps loudly at his words, a deep chuckle escaping in. 

“Making your heart flutter?” He questions jokingly, your hands making quick work of ripping off the watch and throwing it to the other side of the couch. You glare up at him before repositioning until your back lay against his chest, your head sitting comfortably in the crook of his neck. 

“When are the others getting back?” You question, lacing your fingers with his and he rests them against your stomach, one finger tracing the adhesive gauze on your upper chest. 

“Soon.” He says softly, his breath whispering against your skin as he sighs after, his fingers tracing over your collarbones. “How long till your next check up?” He questions. 

“A few weeks, but they think everything is going to be fine, it wasn’t major surgery just a battery replacement.” You respond quickly, your body almost fully relaxed against him as you hear the front door open, the rush of shoes being shaken off and slippery steps down the hallway. 

“Be gentle, she’s still recovering.” You hear Hoseok yell down the hallway, Jin groaning as the younger three member bound into the living room, their faces bright with excitement. Jin presses a soft kiss on your cheek before helping you sit up, slipping out from behind you leaving space available for the others to fit. 

“Before you all ask the same question, she’s fine, doing well, still sleepy and sore, she has a check up in a few weeks to ensure everything is going well but she needs to rest until then.” Jin spits out the information your relayed to him over the afternoon, his hand squeezing on your upper thigh the whole car ride home from the surgery centre. 

Taehyung is the first to take a seat, plopping on the floor in front of you, his chin resting gently against your knee as he looks up at you. “How do you feel?” He whispers, one of his hands sitting tight against your ankle his eyes locked with yours. 

“Fine. A little sleepy is all, doctor said the anaesthetic can take a few hours to ware off.” You answer, your hand reaching for him, running through his freshly dyed black locks, pushing the hair away from his face. Jimin is the next to plonk next to you, his movements soft and slow, not wanting to jostle the couch wrong and hurt you. His gaze is worried as he glances over you making sure there were no signs of discomfort or pain, once he’s satisfied you aren’t lying he shoots your a bright grin, your own smile mirroring his. 

Jungkook is last of the three to join you, taking a moment to watch his friends before shaking his head and barreling towards you, his body slides behind you, his arms snatching you up and tugging you against him. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He mumbles as he buries his head into your hair, letting out a delighted sigh at the smell of your perfume. The older members finally walk into the lounge room taking in the sight with a roll of their eyes, carrying on into the kitchen to help Jin with dinner. 

“Put the monitor back on.” You hear Jin shout from the kitchen, Jimin passing it to you quickly, your face in a pout as you secure it back on your wrist. The doctors demanded you wear a pulse rate monitor over the next to weeks to keep record of any possible complications. 

This may have been your first battery replacement but was certainly not your first operation. 

The first was when you were six, diagnosed with bradycardia and syncope, often having strange fainting spells when playing with your friends. You doctors were concerned that partial collapse of a valve may be causing the slow heart rhythm so they cut you open. 

The second operation was when you were twelve for the pace maker to be placed, too many trips to the emergency room over the six years between meant your doctors wanted to give you a way to reset your rhythm without a trip to the hospital. 

The third surgery was three weeks later when your pacemaker had a malfunction, your father rushing you to the emergency room as the machine shocked your heart several times with no reason, the doctors went in and placed a new one, this one was successful. 

Your fourth surgery was six hours ago, the first time your pacemaker has alerted you to a low battery, the doctors happy to see the machine was doing well, decided a quick battery replacement should do the trick, and once you get signed off in two weeks it should be another ten to fifteen years before you need another surgery. 

The heart monitor beeped loudly if you had a interruption to the rhythm, whether it be a slow in rate or a raise in rate, the machine loved to alert the boys when they made you get butterflies in your tummy, like it was now. Taehyung raises and eyebrow in amusement as you slap at the watch trying to turn off the alarm as Jungkook presses soft kisses on your skin, whispering about how much he missed you. Jimin just rolled his eyes at the youngest affections. 

It had been two weeks since you’d seen any of them but Jin, the six members attending schedules in America while Jin came home a week early to care of you leading up to your surgery. The risk of complications while the pacemakers battery was running out was high so he wanted to be there in case something happened. The company had made up a statement about covid that quickly quashed any fan concerns as to why the oldest wasn’t attending the award shows. 

The night continues easily, the eight of you slipping into routines as if nothing ever happened. The movie closed with its credits your body sat in the direct middle of the couch, the two boys still besides you and one still perched on the floor in front of you, his head resting on your knees as you braid and unbraid his hair, happy for the minor distraction of playing with his hair. 

Your eyes are burning from the effort its taking to keep them open, the long day and recovery from the anaesthetic leaving you feeling tired and weak. Most of the boys had noticed as your fingers slowed in Taehyung hair halfway through the movie. 

“I think its bed time.” Yoongi is the first to speak, pushing himself up from the couch before moving to stand in front of you, his hands reaching out to help you stand. You place your hands in his, happy for the assistance as he pulls you off the soft cushions, Taehyung protesting as the loss of warmth on his back.

“You’ll see her tomorrow don’t be such a baby.” Yoongi grumbles, his hands tightly clasping yours as he pulls you away from the others, your gaze shooting over your shoulder as you bid them all farewell. Yoongi’s apartment was down the hall from Jin’s a twenty second walk, the producer unlocking the door quickly leading you inside before closing the door, disabling the keypad so the others couldn’t sneak in. 

“I thought you could actually use some sleep tonight.” Yoongi says quietly, his gaze flicking down to the small bandage on your chest before back to your face. 

“Well the doctor said no strenuous exercise for the next six weeks so nothing could’ve happened anyway.” You chuckle, leaning forwards to press a soft peck against his cheeks before making your way down the hall to his bathroom. You stop in your tracks as you glance at the fluffy robe and variety of soaps on the counter, a pair of brand new slippers sitting besides the shower as well. 

“I thought you might want a nice hot shower, I know anaesthetics always make me feel slimy.” He says coming up behind you, his comments bring back the reminder of his own recovery from his shoulder repair, the joint stinging with phantom pain as his opposite hand raises to rub at it. 

His words seem come out confident but you can tell by the way his hand reaches for yours that he was nervous about his gift.  “It’s perfect. It’s the little things that matter.” You respond, a small gummy smile breaking out on his face as he offers to leave you alone while you shower. 

“Actually, I might need some help.” You whisper, unsure how to ask. “It really hurts to raise my arms and I need to wash my hair.” You add on, Yoongi faltering but nodding in agreement quickly. Yoongi moves quick to run the bath, deciding it would be easier to wash your hair in the large tub, your body being able to relax in the steaming water. 

“Be careful not to wet the surgical site.” Yoongi comments as he faces the wall, wanting to give you privacy as you slip out of your pyjamas, slowly dropping into the warm water, letting out a sigh of relief as the warmth surrounds you. You’re careful to do as Yoongi says, keeping your upper chest sitting just above the waterline. 

“You can turn around.” You say quietly, not knowing why the situation felt so different. The two of you had seen each other naked before, multiple times even but this felt weird.

You felt vulnerable, as he perches on his knees besides the tub, his gaze locking on your face and not daring to glance anywhere else as he prepares the shampoo and conditioner. His eyes slip slightly landing on the light bruising around your surgical site, the clear waterproof bandage the only thing keeping the wound safe from the water. 

“Does it hurt a lot?” He questions, shuffling on his knees a bit so he’s closer to your head. 

“Not a lot, more of an ache then anything.” You respond, your eyes automatically closing as he cups the water dampening the hair before beginning to massage in the soapy shampoo. 

“It’s mango.” He comments. “You’re favourite.” You hum in delight, your body relaxing a little bit further as his finger work against your scalp, slipping down the massage the back of your neck before he rinses the bubbles off your head. 

Yoongi makes quick work of the hair wash, drying his hands on a towel as he leaves you to finish washing up on your own, wanting to prepare the bed. You manage to pull yourself out of the bathtub with minimal struggle, slipping your arms into the cozy robe and your feet into your new slippers before shuffling down the hallway to Yoongi’s bedroom, letting out a groan of delight as the large pillowy bed, the covers already pulled back, your fresh pyjamas sitting on the edge. 

You dress quickly, deciding Yoongi must be cleaning himself up, before sliding onto the mattress, the bed feeling like a soft cocoon at the end of a long day. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to drift close, Yoongi walking into the room almost silently with the cups of tea, letting out a light chuckle at your clearly asleep form on the bed. 

He’s quick to forgo the tea placing both full cups onto the night stand before tugging the feather down duvet over your clean body. He takes a few moments, sweeping your drying hair out of your face, his finger playing with the springy curls on top of your head, he knows he’ll have to brush in your curl refreshing conditioner tomorrow and help you brush out some knots, but reminds himself that’s a problem for later. 

Yoongi switches off the lamp besides you before making his way to the other side, slipping under the covers making himself comfortable before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling your body close to his as he presses a kiss against the crown of your head. 

“Thank you for being here.” He whispers, pretending not to notice the quiet alert of your heart monitor. 

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“Should we tell her?” The voices whisper outside the closed bedroom door, the mattress is empty besides you, Yoongi must’ve snuck out earlier. The ache in your chest is stronger than yesterday, your pain medications clearly wearing off, you finally lift your head from the pillows glancing down at your phone to see a stream of missed calls and text messages. 

You lock your phone again, not wanting to read any messages as you push yourself out of the bed, swinging the door open with a look of confusion, the seven men huddled outside the bedroom. 

“Tell me what?” You question, your arms crossing against your chest as each of them look around the circle in questioning. 

“There was an article released this morning.” Namjoon is the first to speak, sending a quick nod to Jimin who pulls up the news site on his phone showing you the title as Namjoon continues to explain. “Jin was sighted at the hospital when he went to pick you up - dispatch has sent the internet on a spiral to figure out who you are and what he was doing there.” You feel the way your stomach drops in dread. 

As open as you and the boys were with your relationship, you had always been careful with public affection and exposing yourself, dreading the day their fans found out and how they’d react to the news. 

“And?” You spur Namjoon to continue. 

“They’ve found what they needed, HYBE is currently in contacts with lawyers but they think it’s for the best if a comment is made as soon as possible.” Joon sighs and rubs his forehead, Jimin taking his leaders silence as a cue to finish explaining. 

“They want you and Jin to come out with an offical statement that you’re in a relationship.” You can’t help the way your brows furrowed, confusion setting in. “Just you and Jin.” Jimin adds, his own eyes soft as he reaches out to squeeze your hand. 

“Our relationship is taboo cupcake.” Jin speaks quickly, “It will make things easier if the news is shared about a couple not an octuple.” He explains, not being able to help the chuckle at his own choice of words. 

“Well what do you all think?” You ask slowly. You can already tell from Kook’s face that he’s uncomfortable, the rest seem to be keeping their emotions under raps. 

You all knew this would happen one day, news would get out and scandals would ensue but you never thought it would be so soon, and for some reason never considered only telling the world about one eighth of your relationship. 

“It’s for the best, it’ll lessen the blow to the fans.” Taehyung speaks, his face set in stone as he sighs, “They wouldn’t take it well if they knew you managed to snag all seven of us.” You can appreciate the way his comment makes the rest of the room light up, each of the boys letting out a hum in agreement. 

“I’ll make the call to the heads.” Namjoon leaves the apartment with his phone pressed to his ear. 

News spreads quickly, headlines upon headlines about world wide handsome being stolen from the market - it’s not long before it feels like your entire identity is put online for the world to see and scrutinise, photos of you spreading like wildfire. 

The older members had left an hour ago to attend a press conference to answer any questions that needed to be answered about the worldwide news - Jungkook had left for his training session at the local boxing gym, Jimin having to leave for some conference calls about an upcoming project. 

“Everything will be fine.” Taehyung whispers against your head as his body wraps around you, your head tucked under his chin as he rubs soothing circles on your back. “Jin has been the best at setting boundaries, fan are more likely to respect his choices.” Taehyung continues softly, his soothing working well for your anxieties though you can tell he’s bitter about the situation. 

“I know, but what if they don’t like me?” You ask, quickly adding, “the fans, I mean.” 

Taehyung just shakes his head in disbelief, letting out a breathy laughs as he mumbles, “doesn’t matter, cause as long as we love you, they have no choice but to love you too.” His laugh grows heartier as your watch lets out a high pitched alarm, your emotions never allowed to be a secret. 

You’re not quiet sure when the two of you fell asleep, maybe it was around the third final destination movie, the sounds of endless screaming lulling you both into comfortable slumber, but you awake slowly to the soft poking against your shoulder. 

“Love?” Taehyung’s voice rumbles underneath you, his phone screen lighting up his face as he turns it towards you, a proud smile on his face. 

‘Jin is a lucky man.’

‘I heard she survived a heart attack, only the strongest partner for our worldwide handsome.’ 

“I’ve never had a heart attack but close enough” you sputter.

‘If I were the other members I’d be jealous of Jin.’ 

The comments underneath the article from dispatch are coming in troves, each of them more complimentary then the last. “Bet this isn’t what they expected.” Taehyung laughs proudly as he continues to read the comments being left under the article. 

“I wish I was as pretty as her.” He reads in a high pitched tone. 

“If I were the other members I would have such a big crush.” He continues. 

“I love her hair.” He speaks the compliment with a bright smile, pinching a curl between his thumb and pointer finger, straightening out the piece of hair before letting it spring back in place. “I told you they’d love you.” He brag, locking his phone and placing it to the side. 

“They’re right you know.” Taehyung says softly as you climb off of him, bushing your hair back into a hair tie to keep it off your face. You look at him in question as he wastes no time in teasing, “I have the biggest crush on you.” 

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Things were different now - Jin was able to take you to events, you often preferring to hang around the managers while they walked down the red carpet, taking photos and answering questions, but as soon as the spotlight was off them, Jin hand met with yours, your fingers linking together as he leads you to the table set up for your group. 

The emerald green dress you wore was custom order by Taehyung, the cut of the front and back a low V showing off the pink scars on your chest and back - the man whispering endless praise throughout the night as you faced your fears of showing off the large scarring. 

The boys had been making it clear in interviews that although you were Jin’s ‘girlfriend’ they all had a strong connection with you and cared for you deeply, trying to hint in a discreet way their feelings for you to the public. 

Most fans has taken the relationship well, the rare few complaining that their beloved was stolen from them - but none had been as bold as the reporter tonight. 

“Your girlfriend is brave.” She says to Jin, Namjoon translating quickly as she speaks, “Showing up with her misfortunes on display like that - I wouldn’t dare.” She laughs at the end of her sentence trying to play off the insult as a joke. Namjoon freezes, not sure how to translate what the female reporter said, looking at her with a stern gaze. 

“I think this interview is over.” He says sternly, manager Se jin nodding quickly, guiding your group  further up the carpet to the next reporter waiting. Namjoon pauses for a minute before turning back to the stunned reporter. 

“She is brave.” He confirms. “She is braver than you will ever be, she has survived horrible illness and has recovered and she is free to be proud of her battle scars, I think you should really think about your remarks in the future.” Namjoon is nothing but professional, but all of you can see the way his body is coiled tight with anger. 

You send him a quick smile as he rejoins the group, continuing the evening as if nothing every happened. 

“I appreciate what you said.” You say softly as the body guards pull out your chair besides the leader, the two of you taking a seat at the table. Your hand reaches for Namjoon’s on the table giving it a quick squeeze before letting go, not wanting to give anyone time to snap a picture. 

“Anytime.” He jokes, the dimple on his cheek deepening as he sends you a bright smile. “I feel like we’re going to have some new headlines by the end of the night.” He sighs as he rubs his chin, the smile still not dropping from his face. 

“I’m sure everyone will find any footage of angry Joon as attractive  as I do.” You tease, smiling at the way the pink rises on his neck and the tips of his ears. “Finally.” You exclaim, glad for once your emotions aren’t the one on display, only to let out a long groan as your watch lets out a wail in alarm at your excitement, the group letting out howling laughs. 

This you could get used to.

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christmas favour ⎜ lsm

🎄 Pairings: seokmin x reader ⎜ ft best friend seungkwan

🎄 Genre: romance ⎜ smut ⎜ christmas ⎜ceo!seokmin ⎜fake dating ⎜

🎄 Warnings: creepy boss ⎜ nothing against anyone called minhyuk ⎜sexual harassment ⎜ fake dating ⎜friends to lovers ⎜uncomfortable situation with a boss⎜hero seokmin ⎜oral (f receiving) ⎜ semi public sex ⎜ car sex ⎜ praise ⎜ body worship ⎜

🎄 Summary: You just wanted to avoid your creepy boss, you didn't know you would have to rely on an old friend to be your imaginary boyfriend.

🎄 Word Count: 5.3k

🎄 Author Note: DK is my ULT bias so this took me a long time to write and really do him justice - I hope everyone enjoys! note anything in italics is a flashback/memory.

“The Christmas dinner will be held on Friday night at seven o’clock.” You boss begins concluding the meeting, shuffling his own papers into a pile before looking up at the group. “No kids permitted but partners are welcomed.” He adds looking at each of his team leaders, his eyes landing on you at the end of the table, “I look forwards to meeting everyone’s significant others.” Your bosses eyes linger for a second too long before he calls your name,  “Would you mind staying for a little bit longer?” You nod in response, pretending to organise your papers as your other colleagues shuffle out of the meeting room. 

“So, are we going to be expecting your boyfriend to be attending this year?” Your boss asks as the last person leaves the meeting room, the door swinging closed. You let out a quiet sigh as you turn towards your boss, a tight smile on your face. “You two have been together for a while now and we’ve never met him.” Your boss continues, taking a few long strides till he stand in front of you. “I just find it funny, is all.” He tries to explain. 

You take deep breaths as you try to force yourself to stay still, the older man tucking a long piece of hair behind you ear. To him you’re sure the gesture seemed sweet and romantic, but to you it was a threat, a show of power. 

“I’ll see what I can do. He works night shifts so it’s hard to rearrange his schedule.” You say lightly, holding your papers tight to your chest, trying your hardest not to watch as your boss gazes over your body. 

“Well I expect him to be there…” You boss says, and you let out a breath thinking he would take the hint, but your body tenses again as he leans forwards, his lips pressing just below your ear, “otherwise I’ll have to assume you’re lying to me.” You continue to smile as your boss glances at you one more time before sauntering out of the room, your body falling into one of the table chairs, a shiver running up your spine. 

“Maybe I am lying to you, you absolute piece of garbage.” You hiss, wanting to cry out the frustration of your creepy boss. “What kind of disgusting, egotistical maniac think they can touch their employe— oh hey seungkwan.” You stop yourself short in your rant, only just noticing the wide eyed man who walks into the room. 

“Everything alright?”  He asks you as you slump further into your chair, embarrassed that you just got caught cussing out your boss. 

“Yep, everything is fine. Why wouldn’t everything be fine?” You have to admit that you’re beginning to sound unhinged, the man taking slow steps towards you as he takes in the clear distress on your face. 

“Is it Minhyuk again?” Seungkwan asks and you just nod, another anxious shiver running through your body. “Have you mentioned it to anyone?” He questions as he pulls out a chair, sitting down besides you, placing a comforting hand on your arm. 

“I’ve been to HR, he’s my direct supervisor so no one will do anything. He’s my boss Seungkwan there is nothing I can do except suck it up.” You rub your face lightly, trying to ignore the way Seungkwan watches you with concern. 

“What about Seokmin?” Seungkwan says softly. You head whipping towards him in surprise. Seungkwan didn’t speak about his step brother often but you had met him a few times when Seungkwan had dragged you home with him for the holidays. 

“What about him?” You ask confused about where he was going with his suggestion. 

“Well there is no one higher up then him in this company, and I’m sure if you asked him for help he would do his best.” Seungkwan was always someone who expected the best from everyone. 

“He has bigger things to worry about, than an entry level employee and her boundary crossing boss.” You whine, pushing the hair out of your face before standing from your chair, smiling one last time at your friend, hoping it reaches your eyes enough to convince him. 

“I’ll be fine.” You reassure the man, who shakes his head in disbelief but says nothing more, watching as you leave the meeting room, his phone already in his hand. 

You managed to convince your supervisor that you needed to rush home for personal reasons, the words ‘time of the month’ and ‘huge mess’ may have been thrown around to make the man as uncomfortable as possible, he quickly ushered you to get your bag and head home as soon as possible. 

You were quick to grab your stuff and bid a quick farewell to your desk mate and rush home, your car stuttering to a stop in your townhouse driveway, your head falling against your steering wheel as you let out a long groan of frustration. 

What the hell where you going to do?

You had no boyfriend?

You barely had friends, and certainly not single ones you could convince to pretend to be your boyfriend for the Christmas party. You smack your hands against your steering wheel once more before grabbing your bag and stomping your way inside. 

Your night consists of ordering the greasiest cheeseburger you can find on your phone and sitting in your pyjamas with a permanent frown on your face - you had four days. 

If you didn’t find someone by Friday you would have to admit to everyone on your team… in your department that you had lied about having a boyfriend. 

“I could always stage a break up.” You say to yourself, looking down at the cat sitting on the rug with a frown, shoving another piece of chocolate into your mouth as you shake your head. “Oh, what if I stage an accident, like fall down the stairs or something. Wouldn’t have to go to the Christmas party then.” Your idea seems to enter the room and then dissipate as quickly as you spit it out. You glare at your cat once more, huffing as he stretches his little limbs blinking at you innocently. 

“You really are no help.” You pout at him, your body jumping as a loud knock sounds against your front door. “Must be the food.” You say to your cat who is sitting at alert besides the couch, growling at the front door. 

You rush forwards wiping your hands on your pants as you turn the lock of your front door, opening it quickly with the excitement of fast food. 

“Seokmin?” You question, looking at the tall man who stands on your front steps, he holds your delivery food in his hand and stares at you with a shy grin. “I caught the delivery man as I was pulling up.” He says handing you the bag with food. You nod slowly as you take the food from him, motioning for him to follow you inside.

“Why are you here?” You ask as you drop the bag onto the kitchen bench, facing the man with a scowl. “Seungkwan told you, didn’t he?” You continue, sighing for the hundredth time today as the man nods his head, adjusting the glasses on his nose. 

“He wasn’t specific, he just said you were having problems at work.” He answers, smiling as you cats rubs against his legs. “Hey fish.” He greets the silver furred cretin with a quick scratch before turning back to you. 

“I know things were a bit awkward since that night, but you know you can always tell me if something is going on, right?” He starts, his words bringing back the memories of your night together six months ago. 

“Please, Min, I need more.” Your voice was quiet and breathy. You remember him grinning down at you, his nose bumping against your jawline as his fingers continue their agonising pace. 

The two of you seem to be thinking about the same thing as Seokmin clears his throat, bringing your attention back to the present. You shake your head, letting out a laugh of disbelief. 

“I’ve tried reaching out to the other department heads Seokmin, but nothing will happen. Nothing will change.” You mumbles, crossing your arms over your chest as you try to shake away the memories of the two of you together. 

“Seungkwan mentioned it was something about your department supervisor, Minhyuk? ” He asks and you don’t even bother answering him, he should know the answer. “He said that your supervisor has been crossing boundaries with you.” He continues, you continue to stay silent. 

It’s Seokmin’s turn to sigh as he places himself on the arm of your couch, pushing some hair out of his face. 

You never fail to notice how handsome he is. Especially with his hair growing out, it was fluffy on top of his head, obviously freshly washed, he wore gold wire framed glasses the only thing that had changed since the first time you met him. Seokmin looks to the ground as he sweeps the fluffy, brown hair out of his face, adjusting the glasses on his nose. 

“Why didn’t you come to me about any of this?” Seokmin questions and you shrug, pulling the fries out of the bag, stuffing a few in your mouth to avoid actually having to answer the question. Seokmin waits, his patience has always been astronomical compared to yours, he waits till you swallow the salty fries before gesturing for you to answer the question. 

“What did you want me to tell you?” You complain, blowing at a loose piece of hair which falls in your eyes. “Hey Seokmin, I know we don’t really talk since last year but I thought I should mention that my supervisor is so pushy with me I had to make up an imaginary boyfriend so he’d leave me alone.” You start, watching as Seokmin’s face remains neutral. 

“How about, ‘Hey Mr CEO, that I fucked last Christmas at your parents house, you know my supervisor, yeah he likes to try and squeeze my thigh during meetings’.” You can’t hep but scoff as you say the words yourself. You know that you’re probably making things harder, that he’s just trying to help you but you can’t help the anger that bubbles under your skin. 

“You don’t get to come here and ask why I didn’t ask you for help.” You insist, turning away from him as he stand from his spot on the couch. “We aren’t really friends Seokmin, and frankly you’re the CEO not the HR department, this should be the least of your concerns.” 

This time it’s Seokmin’s turn scoff, his hand tucking into his coat pockets as he watches you pace around the dining room. “Maybe we’re not as close as you and Seungkwan are but I’ve spent every Christmas with you for the last five years. And if one of my employees is getting sexually harassed, regardless of my affection towards them, it should be at the top of my priority list. What he’s doing, isn’t acceptable.” 

You can’t say you’d ever seen Seokmin angry before. He was always a very calm person, maybe someone who had too much energy. 

But he never got angry. 

At anyone. 

Ever. 

You can’t help but take a step away from him, his voice louder than he intended, his hands clenched inside his pockets as he takes a few breaths, trying to calm himself. “I’m not angry with you.” He mumbles, his hands falling out of his pockets as he drops his head, scratching the back of his head. 

“I know.” You whisper, watching him hesitantly.

“Your affections for me?” You repeat under your breath, noticing the way the red rises on Seokmin’s neck, his expression showing his silent self scoldings. 

“Look, this probably isn’t something that will be fixed in the next four days.” Seokmin says and you nod. It’s what you were expecting him to say. You pick up another hot chunk of potato, dropping it in your mouth. “But, it is going to be bumped up with HR, they will do a full investigation.” He says, finally lifting his gaze from the floor. 

“In the meantime, what can I do to help?” His question catches you by surprise, the fry catching in your throat as you choke out a cough, staring at the man as if he had grown another head, a comfortable smile on his face as he watches you suffer. 

“What do you mean?” You respond as you pound your fist on your chest, clearing your throat of the potato. 

“You said you had to make up an imaginary boyfriend to get the guy off your back, right?” He reiterates. 

You nod. 

“So why don’t I pretend to be your boyfriend?” You can’t stop the laugh that escapes you, “Think of it as a christmas favour” he continues, you are bending at the waist as the laugh shakes your shoulders and aches in your stomach. 

“How am I meant to explain that? Oh yes, my boyfriend that I’ve never brought to a company get together is actually the boss.” You continue to laugh, letting it settle a little as Seokmin stays silent. “Oh, you were serious?” 

“I don’t see what other choice you have.” He says softly. “Other than admitting to a room of adults that you have an imaginary boyfriend.” His words sink to the pit of your stomach. 

Fuck. 

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“Can you stop fidgeting?” Seokmin chastises as you adjust your dress once more as you look at yourself in the mirror. The light blue dress was something Seokmin has been insistent on your wearing as he perused your closet the other day. The two of you had spent the last three days deciding on the story you would weave to convince your coworkers of your dating history. 

“Remember we need to stick to the truth as much as possible, it’ll make things easier.” He had said the night you sat down with pizza to hash out your relationship. “We met through Seungkwan.” He said quickly, the truth. 

“We spent christmas break together and decided to seek out something more with each other.” He continued, watching as your wrote it down. “We kept things a secret to avoid any scandals at work but decided after five years it was time to let everyone know.” You nodded as you jotted his words down on the piece of paper. 

“I’ll pull some strings with Joshua in HR, ask him to play along, pretend there was a contract always filled out.” Seokmin says quietly and you froze, your head shooting up to glance at him. “Don’t worry he’s an old friend, he won’t snitch.” His smile eases you and you jot it down on the paper. 

“Do you think this will actually work?” You ask turning away from the mirror towards him. His own hands finish smoothing out the vest of his pin stripe suit. 

“It will. I’ll make it work.” He assures you, his sunshine grin dampening any concerns that still drifted through your head. “We better head off if we want to get there in time.” You lean over to your bed, picking up the white purse slinging it over your shoulder. You watch him tuck his arms inside the suit jacket, straightening the expensive material. 

The work christmas party always involved people dressing to the nines - everyone wanted one day to pretend they were rich and famous, right? Seokmin has splurged on his suit, claiming “if we are announcing that we’re together I want to leave a good impression.”  You had balked at his words, this man was acting as if he was some stranger to the people attending, not the CEO of the company he worked at, not like he was the man that had paid for the whole party. 

Seokmin has prepaid a car to take you both to the event and both to your separate homes afterwards, he had spared no expense to make it seem as if you were really dating.

The car ride is filled mainly with the two of you rerunning the story, the plan. You were to enter the building first alone, Seokmin would come in after and fulfil his duties to the shareholders, he would always be within earshot in case you needed anything. He would eventually introduce himself to Minhyuk as your secret boyfriend, as quietly as possible. 

Seokmin gives you a bright grin as his driver opens the car door, offering you a hand to slide out of the car. You return a tight smile back, repeating the words Seokmin has whispered in your ears as the car pulled up to the venue. 

“I will be there the whole time, if you want to leave just squeeze my hand twice.” 

Your entrance to the party was easy, you said brief hello’s and gave holiday greeting to the employees that you knew, keeping an eye out for your supervisor amongst the already tipsy guests. You manage to spot Joshua from HR in the crowd the man giving you a wink and a cheeky smile from across the room. 

“I feel like you’re going to need this.” Seungkwan whispers in your ear, handing you the glass of champagne. He was aware of the plan with Seokmin, it felt wrong to leave him out of it. Seungkwan stands a few steps away as he takes in your appearance. “You look amazing by the way.” He mumbles. 

The gown was an old bridesmaid dress you wore two years ago, the hundred a fifty dollars it costs meant it stayed in your closet dreaming of being worn again. It was aline, tight along the bodice, the square neckline resembling a corset of sorts, the skirt of the dress a little more dramatic as it dropped off your hips. Your favourite part was how the dress tied with straps against your bare back, just grazing the base of your spine with  the skirt fabric. 

The room falls quiet as a presence walks through the door. Seokmin somehow managed to look larger in his suit. The three piece pin stripe attire fitting him with perfection, accentuation his broad shoulders and defined waist. The man exuding calmness as he walked in, welcoming everyone with a beaming ‘Merry Christmas’, the party resuming as the first chairman greeted the young CEO. 

Seungkwan held his glass up in a cheers as the two of you continued your night by the bar, gossiping about the mothers who decided tonight was their night. You had managed to make it two hours into the party before even catching a glimpse of the man you hoped would be too drunk to notice you were even here. 

You could feel him finally catch you in the crowd, his eyes darkened as he spots you alone beside Seungkwan. “I’m just going to run to the bathroom.” You say, handing your friend the empty glass of champagne, scuffling through the crowd hoping to escape to the restroom before your supervisor could catch up to you. 

“Now where do you think you’re going?” The voice calls from behind you, the hand gripping your forearm and wrenching you away from the bathroom door only a metre away. You let out a surprised yelp as Minhyuk grips your arm pulling you towards him. 

“Let go of me.” You hiss as you try to tug your arm free of his grip. You could tell his was drunk, the way his steps stumbled, his eyes were blurred, not to mention the wafting smell of overpriced liquor. The man just laughed at your attempts to free your arm, reaching out with his other hand to secure you other arm as well. 

“I must say you look delicious as always.” He croons, his eyes grazing over your body as he takes in the tight bodice of your dress. “I was surprise to see you show up alone, couldn’t convince your boyfriend to tag along?” He teases, a shiver running up your spine as he pulls your closed to him, his breath running along the skin of your neck. 

“Minhyuk, let me go.” You say again, your voice not wavering as you look around for other passerby’s. “I won’t ask again, this is assault.” 

“You know, I’ve always wondered if maybe you just made up your boyfriend, pretended to play hardball. You’ve always known how much I’ve wanted you, maybe you’re doing all this to tease me.” His words are slurred as he presses a wet kiss to your neck, your body tensing up. 

“Please don’t do this.” You plead, “Just let me go.” You ask one more time. You knew a drunk man was more likely to do things he shouldn’t, and with how brash Minhyuk was sober your doubted he’d show you much professionalism while intoxicated. You tug your arms one more time, hoping to free at least one of them, when a hand reaches out to grip your assailants wrist. 

“She asked you three times.” Seokmin’s voice is dangerously low, he squeezes against the wrist hard, Minhyuk letting out a pained groan as he releases your left arm. You watch in silence as Seokmin takes a step in front of you, reaching out to take Minhyuk’s other wrist, repeating the action until both your arms are free, Seokmin having a tight hold of the drunk man’s arms. 

“Listen closely, because I will only say it once.” Seokmin starts, his eyebrows drawn tight as he leans in, “You will be escorted to your office, you will collect your belongings and vacate the building immediately, any resistance and you can sober up at the local police station.” You watch as Minhyuk’s face pales, his eyes darting between you and his boss. 

“Don’t look at her.” Seokmin snaps.

“You will be issued with a two week notice on Monday but you are not to return to the building on any circumstances, are we clear?” He says, your ex-supervisor nodding furiously as Seokmin releases his arms, you recognise the large figure that steps up behind him as the security guard in the lobby. 

“Take good care of him, Seungcheol.” Seokmin says with a tight nod, Seungcheol just grins back in response. 

You let out a shaky sigh as Seokmin turns towards you, his hand reaching out for you. 

“Did he hurt you?” He questions as he touches your arms gently. So gently you barely feel his fingers smooth the red bruising on your skin. 

“I’m okay.” You whisper, watching him look at the redness on your wrists with a frown. “Really, Min, I’m okay.” You reiterate, his gaze finally snapping up to your face, his warm hands wrapping around your burning wrists, the one gesture soothing the ache. 

“I should’ve stayed with you.” He grumbles, his frown still sitting on his face. You smile and shake your head. 

You tug on your arms lightly, a clear difference between the man standing before you and the one that had been escorted away. Seokmin releases you easily, his frown growing as he fears you’ll step away from him. Your hands reach out pushing some of his neatly swept hair back into place, the locks having fallen in front of his eyes in his rush to get to you. 

“I am okay.” You say one more time, your hands sitting on Seokmin’s cheeks as you force his to keep eye contact, to ensure he understand that you’re telling the truth. His expression relaxes slightly as he looks down at you, his eyes scanning you for any signs of untruth. 

You shake your head with a light laugh as you step forward, stepping up onto your tippy toes as you press a soft kiss to his mouth. “My hero.” You coo, as you fall back to the base of your heels, smiling up at your sunshine. 

Seokmin stands stunned for a few minutes before breaking out in a grin. He takes his turn, leaning down slowly, catching your lips with his. The kiss is soft, sweet, his hands gentle against the bare skin of your back as you pulls you to him. You fingers scratch at the base of his skull, fiddling with the hair. 

“I don’t know if this is appropriate after what happened.” He whispers against your lips but you just shrug, kissing him again. 

“Fuck appropriate.” You huff, pulling your face away from his, one of your hands sliding down from his cheeks, trailing over his forearm before grabbing his hand, squeezing twice. “I think you should take me home.”

Seokmin doesn’t waste time, he steps away from you, lacing your fingers together as he looks for the quickest escape route. The party is in full swing, as he guides you through the crowd, managing to somehow avoid every drunk colleague that tries to grab him for a conversation. You chuckle, as he side steps one of the sponsors, tugging you after him as he smack the button for the elevator. 

“The driver is on his break.” Seokmin says softly, as the elevator doors open, pulling the SUV’s keys from his jacket pocket. He hadn’t expected to leave for another hour or two and had told his driver to go down the street to get dinner. 

The elevator doors close, and you lean up pressing a breezy kiss on the underside of his ears, nipping at the skin lightly with your teeth. 

“The car will have to do.” You speak against his flushed skin, the man letting out a shudder as he holds your hand tighter, flashes of your night together last christmas flashing in your head. 

You laid on Seokmin’s twin bed, his old checkered sheets from his college days still adorning the ten year old mattress.

“You have to be quiet.” He hisses at you as he hikes your skirt further up your legs, the fabric gathering at your waist as he looks down at your dripping cunt with excitement. Seokmin’s hands graze your thighs as he trails them to the waistband of your panties. He guides the soft lace down your legs with ease, tugging it gently off each foot as he moves back up your body, his soft, hot breaths raising goosebumps on your skin. 

“These will help.” He says softly against your cheek as he raising your soaked panties to your lips, watching with darkened gaze as you open your mouth and welcome in the fabric, the sweet scent of yourself filling your nose. 

You let out a stranger moan as you close your mouth around the underwear, your breathing heavier as you watch Seokmin delve between your legs. He feasts like a man starved, one hand on each thigh holding you open as his tongue ravishes you. He doesn’t pull away for breath as your hips start bucking against his face, the tip of his nose grazing against you clit. 

You let out another whine, as there is a heavy knock at the door. You torso shoots up from the bed at the sound. You’re so close to getting caught. 

“Seokmin, are you in there?” Seungkwan asks through the thick wood door. You remember Seokmin turning the lock on the door when you had both rushed into the room, attached together. Seokmin doesn’t answer his step brother, sucking your swollen clit into your mouth. Your hips thrust upwards furiously as you hold your hand over your gagged mouth. 

You wince as Seungkwan knocks again, Seokmin letting out a feral growl of “no.” as you try to move away from him, tugging on your thighs, pulling you further down the bed, tighter against his mouth. You manage to hold in your helpless moans for another minute until you hear Seungkwan’s steps retreat back down the hall. 

It doesn’t take long for an orgasm to rage through you, Seokmin’s mouth catching every last drop of cum that leaks from your swollen pussy. 

“We are not even close to finished.” He smiles, like a cat who got the milk. 

The sound of Seokmin wrenching open the car door brings you back to the moment, the man clambering inside the car, tugging you in after him. The door slams closed as Seokmin pulls you into his lap, his mouth finding the scented skin of your neck, letting out a long groan as the fresh smell of mango hits his senses. 

“This is so fucking wrong.” He swears, as you tug the dress up around your hips, straddling his thick things as he glances over your body. You just smile, your hands reaching for his belt. Seokmin puts up no resistance as you loosen the faux leather, tugging his button open and pulling down the zipper just as quickly. 

“We can do things right later.” You say, “Right now I need your dick inside me.” Seokmin hisses as your hand reaches into his tight breaches, pulling his hard cock from the restraints of his underwear. 

“Are you sure this isn’t some kind of hero complex?” He asks, as you pump his cock a few times, sliding the oozing pre cum down his length. “I heard girls tend to feel like they owe favours when someone helps them.” Seokmin groans out as your adjust your panties under your dress, shuffling further into his lap as his cock grazes your folds. 

“I don’t owe you anything.” You say softly, looking down at him as his cock sinks inside of you. “This is you doing me a favour.” You add, letting out a sigh of relief as Seokmin’s hands grip your hips, helping you slide down him slowly. 

“Can’t argue with that.” He responds, his voice light as you close your eyes the feeling of his thick cock bottoming out inside of you, relishing in the burning skin of your face. He leans forwards pressing soft kiss against your shoulders as you rock your hips forwards and back. 

“I’m so glad you’re rich.” You whine as Seokmin sucks harshly against your skin, his gaze shooting to you confused for a moment before his lips reattach to your jaw. “You windows are tinted and no one can see their boss fucking his employee aka his step brothers best friend.” You coo, the man beneath you bucking his hips up at your words. 

“Does that turn you on?” You question with surprise. Seokmin just nods, the idea of public sex always high on his turn on list, maybe that’s why the two of you found yourself in his childhood bedroom last year, his family just downstairs eating christmas dinner. 

“God, you’re so pretty.” He mumbles as he pushes hair of your shoulder, glacing down at your heaving chest, pressing kisses on any skin that available to him. Your thighs work hard in rising you up slightly, before dropping you back down, your hips bucking forwards every time his pelvis rubs against your clit. 

“Say it again.” You mumble, your lip catching between your teeth as he trails soft touches over your skin. 

“You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” He says. 

“I would give anything to have you like this, on top of me, every night.” He continues, his own hips bucking up to meet you as he feels your thrusts begin to slow. 

“I want you to be mine, I want us to be something more.” He whispers, tucking hair behind your ear, his hand resting against your cheek. You nuzzle into his hand, pressing a gentle peck against his wrist as he smiles up at you. 

“You’re perfect.” He says in awe as your thighs clench, your body stopping as you let out a small whimper falling against his chest. His hips thrust up a few times before he’s joining you in your high, heavy gasps the only thing filling the car. 

The windows were fogged up, the both of you with a light layer of sweat on your skin. 

“Do you think you’re driver will be mad?” You question, tugging a laugh from the tired man under you. 

“Probably.” Seokmin answers, pressing a kiss to your cheek before helping you off of him, adjusting your dress to the best of his abilities. It was a problem he’d deal with later.

[xddaengx]

hey i love your play along series are you gonna finish it much love 💗

I am planning on it. I’ve just had a few things get in the way of writing recently. But I have a rough idea for each chapter to go.

[xddaengx]

How do you come up w titles for your fics? Im interested🤔

Sometime I think of the titles while I’m planning the plot or as I’m writing. But often times the title comes first and I write the story based on that. Usually I’ve seen something on social media or in my life and it just starts with “imagine if…” then I think of the best suited member to that thought and then usually the title follows.