#yunwoo x reader

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in bloom - part one (j.yh + j.wy); section two

summary: one night, you and your boyfriend and your best friend are watching a movie, only you didn’t realize this movie would have a sex scene this long. or that they would notice how uncomfortable it made you. when you finally confess to them why, they take their time guiding you through every life experience you’ve always felt too late for, one kiss at a time. part one; section one | part one; section two | part two masterlist

note: this was inspired by my 🪻 anon who sent a suggestion about a yunwoo fic centered on loss of virginity. what was supposed to be an ask reply became a full fic. see under the cut for more detailed notes and disclaimers. part two coming soon.

warnings: virginity, late bloomer reader (she’s 26), demisexual!reader, complex relationships to sex, sexuality, and pleasure. fluff, angst, and emotional hurt/comfort, frank conversations about sexual experiences and norms including body hair and preferences, references to disassociation during sex but in the past, brief mention/question about sexual trauma (there is none), bisexual!wooyoung, bicurious!yunho, nervous / inexperienced reader, shy reader, embarrassed reader, slow and i mean SLOW sexual acts, lots of consent, kissing galore, nipple play, body worship, masturbation (f), fingering, oral sex (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), hand jobs, yunwoo teaching how to and reader learning for basically ever sex act….. lots of soft pet names y'all know me, an extremely earned 'good girl'

pairings: boyfriend!yunho x best friend!wooyoung x fem!reader

genre: smut and more smut

word count: 18.9k

note! this part was too long for tumblr! be sure you read section one first! linked here

You and Yunho both watch him carefully as he guides your hand down between your thighs, his eyes darting back up to yours every few moments to be sure he isn’t crossing a boundary. 

“I think you should touch yourself,” Wooyoung prompts softly, pressing your hand lower so that it settles over your sex, “Yunho’s right, you should teach us what you like,” 

You swallow nervously, “How do I teach you?” 

“Just let us watch,” Wooyoung murmurs, “pretend we’re not here if it helps, just… show us what your body likes,” 

The tension is so thick you feel like you could cut it, but somehow their idea seems right. It makes sense, and more than that, it feels safe. 

You glance between them, wetting your lips and nodding, “Yeah, yeah, okay,” 

Yunho sucks in a breath but stays still. 

“Can we,” You adjust in the bed, “can you not touch me for this? Can you just watch?” 

Wooyoung’s hand slips off your thigh, “Yeah, we can do that.” 

You push away from Yunho and he slides back to give you some room, still lying by your side but this time just propped up on his hand and watching. 

With a sigh you settle onto your back in the familiar position you’ve always touched yourself in, flat to the mattress, legs spread open, knees slightly bent as you angle your hips up. 

“Alright,” You let out a nervous breath, “I guess… I’ll just, yeah, I’ll just do this,” 

With familiar movements, you reach between your legs with your left hand and settle the pads of your fingers over your clit, warm and firm under your touch from arousal. 

Their eyes are trained on you, and you swallow again, nervous. 

“Baby,” Yunho says softly, “close your eyes.” 

You let them flutter shut. 

“It’s just you in bed,” He murmurs, “let your mind go to wherever it normally does. Just feel.” 

It takes you a moment, awareness thrumming through you as you hear their slow breathing, every shift in the sheets, but you focus. You clear your mind. 

Alone, relaxing in bed. 

You think of the last thing that turned you on, the book you were reading that tugged at the tight coil inside you, the faceless male lead who’s romantic tenderness to the heroine got you feeling indescribably restless. 

You sink into the mattress, you let it all fade. 

With a breath, you start to touch. Slow circles of your fingers over your clit, dipping down to gather more wetness from your dripping core, your free hand sliding down over your body from rib to hip. 

Warmth pools in your belly, and you let out a soft breath, head relaxing to the side as you keep your eyes closed. 

You slide your hand up and over your abdomen again, brushing against your thighs, and the faceless figure in your mind starts to shift. 

You feel the ghost of Yunho’s hand on your skin, of Wooyoung’s kiss. 

Staggered images filter through, little flashes in your mind’s eye as you start to roll your fingers a little faster. 

Yunho’s full lips, parted and pink. 

Wooyoung’s eyes, shaggy hair falling across his forehead. 

Your mouth makes a soft pop as your tongue unsticks from the roof of your mouth, a gentle sound on your lips, and more floods through your mind. 

Long fingers, veined forearms, taut abdomens, the straight cut of Wooyoung’s collarbones and the broad set of Yunho’s shoulders. Arms around you, warmth enveloping you, hands searching your body with soft curiosity, lips on your skin. 

You make a tight sound, adjusting your hand, your legs straining a little wider. 

Your mind tumbles over the thought of them. 

Wooyoung’s smile, Yunho’s laugh. Tanned skin, freckles, their light dusting of body hair. Soft pressure, gentleness, tenderness, whispered breath on your skin. 

You suck in a sharp breath, back arching a little, and you slide your other hand down to find your entrance, pushing two fingers deep inside yourself. 

The weight of the mattress shifts and you hear a thready inhale that’s not your own, but it doesn’t matter. 

Your head starts to rock back, pressing into the mattress as hot pleasure swirls in your gut, and your fingers find the pace that always makes you come. Fast, steady circles on your clit and a matched rhythm for the two fingers that pulse in and out. Your thighs spread wider, knees drawn up, hips rolling down to chase the feeling. 

“Ah,” You stammer out, “ah,” 

Eyes pressed tightly together, chasing the feeling. 

Images continue to flash in your mind, a mix of sensations. 

You’re chasing hard now, desperate, but you can’t reach it. 

Jerking into the mattress you keep working your clit, but your other hand flies up to your breast, squeezing hard, tweaking your nipple with a tug and then a steady flick, but it’s not enough. 

You need it all, suddenly, sharply, and you’ve never needed that before in your life. 

A pained whine pulls from your lips, frustration laced in the tone, and your heel slips against the mattress, pushing the blankets down further in the bed. 

You need more. 

With a desperate sound, you reach out to the side where you know Yunho is, searching for his hand. 

He takes it, silently, giving you a squeeze to tell you he’s here, he’s got you, but that’s not what you need. 

Eyes still closed, you drag his hand forward with a sharp tug, drawing it to your breast. 

His fingers close over your soft flesh, his body shifting closer, and he gives you a tentative squeeze to mimic the sensation of your own hand. 

“Yes,” You shudder, “fuck,” 

He doesn’t speak, but you hear his breath change, and feel his fingers roll over your painfully hardened nipple. 

With a staggered breath you reach down, but instead of touching yourself, you leave your hand open, “W-Woo,” you’re begging, “please,” 

“Fuck,” You hear his soft curse, his hand sliding into yours. 

You direct it down, pushing it where you need it. 

His fingers are thick, thicker than yours to be sure, and when he sinks two inside you the stretch is sinful. 

You moan properly this time. 

In tandem, they work your body while you rub your clit, your free hand flying up to grip the pillows above your head, your face pressing into the soft skin of your own bicep as you pant. 

“God,” You manage, something hot curling in your gut. 

Yunho makes a tight sound next to you, his fingers rolling and tugging at your nipples with precision, and Wooyoung curses again between your thighs, the sound of his fingers pulsing in and out of your dripping cunt a filthy wet mess. 

It hits you without warning this time. Normally you work yourself up to a quiet, rolling pleasure that leaves you feeling comfortably satisfied, but this orgasm is sudden and intense. A crackle of heat sparks from your clit to your nipples, zinging through every part of you, and it’s like a pressure valve releasing. 

Your legs snap shut around your hand and Wooyoung’s, body wrenching up in arched ecstasy, and you cry out against your own skin, body shuddering in fits and starts. 

It takes a second for your body to come back online, but you feel it when Wooyoung’s fingers slowly slip out of you, and when Yunho’s hands change from stimulating to soothing. 

Still trembling, chest rapidly rising and falling with your shallow breathing, your body finally slackens and your eyes start to open. 

They’re quiet, afraid of unsettling the moment, and then the realization hits you. 

No one in the world has ever watched you come before, no one’s ever seen you fall apart, but what’s more is that no one has ever been a part of the reason you did before. It’s more intimate than being naked, and more meaningful than any lost virginity. 

Emotion builds up in your chest, throat thick with it, and you take an unsteady inhale. 

Yunho’s hand on your chest stills. 

You reach for him, pulling his arm, “Please,” 

He’s unsure, you can feel that in the way he wraps his arms around you, but then you grab onto his shirt like a lifeline and his hand cups the back of your head protectively, tenderly. Wooyoung slides up to your other side, his hand ginger on your bare hip as he watches you recover. 

“Are you here?” Yunho asks, his voice a whisper. 

You nod, steadying your breathing. 

He lets out a shuddering breath, and Wooyoung’s hand tightens on your waist. 

“Are you okay?” Wooyoung finally asks, nervous energy in his tone. 

You nod again, getting the emotional tidal wave under control, “Just hold me,” you manage, “please,” 

“Right here,” Yunho’s hand brushes over your hair, “Woo,” 

There’s a shift behind you, and then his body joins you, the three of you pressed tightly together. 

Yunho rocks you slowly, lips against your forehead as he murmurs. Your best friend rubs soft circles into your skin, kissing your shoulder slowly, chastely. 

You don’t need either of them to say it, you know with perfect clarity that they love you. 

Time stretches with them tucked around your bare body, and eventually, your breathing slows and your sudden rush of emotion fades into the background. 

You shift back, looking up at Yunho and to the side where Wooyoung leans over, “Hey,” you manage. 

“Hey,” Yunho’s fingers brush over your cheek. 

“You okay, babe?” Wooyoung asks gently. 

You nod, exhaling slowly, “That was a lot for me,” 

Wooyoung looks nervous, his expression pinched with concern. 

You reach for him, smoothing his worried brow, “It was a lot because it was new,” you explain softly, “I’ve never done that in front of anyone.” 

He softens, “How was it?” 

“Incredible,” You whisper, “I’ve never… it was so intense,” 

Wooyoung nods, kissing your palm, “It looked intense,” 

“I fantasized,” You confess with a small smile. 

Yunho returns your smile, but there’s a question in his expression, “About?” 

“You,” Your smile stretches into a grin, “both of you,” 

“Is that new too?” Yunho’s eyes flick over your face. 

“I’ve never done that either,” You confess softly, “I’ve never thought about a real person, not like I did,” 

“But you thought about us?” Wooyoung asks, his voice hesitant. 

“Yeah,” It feels like a victory, and maybe they don’t understand it fully, but they’re smiling with you, “I did,” 

“Come here,” Yunho cups your face, pulling you up into a kiss, sighing against your lips as he tenderly holds you. 

Sensation stirs in your body again, the thrill of it lighting up your stomach, and you grip his shoulder, “Mm,” you nod, deepening in the kiss, “yes,” 

Yunho pulls away, his breath a little ragged, “Wait, wait,” 

“W-what is it?” You breathe. 

“Are you,” He breathes, shaking his head, “should we-,”

Wooyoung laughs gently, “Do you want more, is what he’s trying to ask”

Yunho blushes, pink darkening in his cheeks. 

“Oh,” Wooyoung nudges him, helping break the tension, “you are down so bad for her,” 

“Shut up,” Yunho rolls his eyes, but you watch as his ears darken too, a scarlet warmth that tells you everything you need to know. 

You interrupt them though, finding their hands and drawing them closer, “Yes, yes I want more.” 

Yunho’s head snaps up, “You do,” 

“I just needed a minute,” You confess, “but I’m not ready to stop,” 

“That’s my girl,” Wooyoung surges up, kissing you hard and fast, and then slides down the bed again. 

“Woo, what are you,-”  

His fingers slip between your knees, pressing them apart until you’re following his touch and falling open again, “Do you still want slow?” 

You nod, your breath fully caught in your throat. 

“Okay,” He drops to his stomach again between your spread thighs, kissing the tender skin there just once before looking up at you, “If you want me to stop, say anything. Push me, tug my hair, however you need to tell me, tell me. I’ll stop.” 

“Okay,” You whisper. 

“Yunho,” Wooyoung directs, “hold her for me, if she gets too quiet, let me know,” 

“Got it,” Yunho smiles, blinking at the sudden interaction. You gather that he’s not used to being told what to do by anyone in the bedroom, but when it comes to your comfort, he just nods. 

“I’m gonna lift you up a bit,” Wooyoung explains, sliding his hands under your splayed thighs, “just get comfortable, okay? Just like that,” 

Your legs settle over his shoulders. 

He kisses your cunt and your head falls back with a gasp. 

Yunho watches your face, curling close to your body, but all he sees is pleasure. 

Wooyoung’s mouth is slow and warm, his lips soft against your center, his tongue firm as he starts to trace your skin. Your hand shoots out instinctively to grab the sheets, to ground yourself, but you find Yunho’s palm instead and he laces your fingers together, giving you a squeeze. 

You’re wet, still dripping from your first orgasm, but you can hear it when he inhales, the sound almost pornographic despite the tenderness of his touch. 

A soft sound pulls from your lips, your hips jerking, and when Wooyoung groans into your heat, the vibrations roll through you. 

He presses into you slowly, working you open with every deliberate stroke of his tongue. There’s nothing frantic in the way he moves, only focus. Your hips twitch, a gentle jerk you can’t fight and he hums low into your skin, a ripple spreading out beneath your navel. 

Your breathing changes first, growing shallow, tight, your hand growing more solid in Yunho’s group as the feeling starts to build and crest. 

Wooyoung’s tongue circles your clit in patient, repeating spirals, a mimic of the way you rubbed yourself and something inside you starts to gather. It’s not like your orgasm before, the way it snapped suddenly with urgent pressure, this pleasure is quieter, gentler. It builds around you like a rising warm bath, carrying you into its sensations with ease. 

Your thighs twitch again, feet flexing against the sheets, and you sigh. 

Yunho nuzzles your temple, “Let it happen, baby,” he murmurs, “don’t rush it,” 

Wooyoung’s mouth lifts, looking up to check you, “I got you, I promise,” 

You exhale shakily, wetting your lips and nodding, and as Wooyoung sinks back down your hips rise to meet his mouth. He shifts with you, one hand pressing up under your thigh to hold you closer to his eager mouth, his other hand reaching around and settling over your lower belly. 

This pleasure is new, not because it’s wholly unfamiliar, but because for the first time you’re able to sink into the feeling of someone’s hands on your skin. Someone’s body working to please yours, and you want it, you want to live in it. 

Wooyoung gently sucks at your clit, sighing a breath of warm air against your slick skin, and your body warms. A tingling shifting down your fingertips, curling in your toes. A breathy sound catches in your throat. 

“Hmm,” Yunho kisses your hair, “you’re doing so well,” 

You sigh, a pleasured sound, your fingers pressing into his hand, your head starting to dig back into the mattress. 

You’re close now, so close it almost scares you. Pleasure starts to catch again, full and steady, and Wooyoung pushes down more firmly with his mouth, his tongue thrusting into you, lapping up you, flicking steadily against your aching bud. 

It’s too much, it’s overwhelming, but in a way that’s starting to make you feel alive. 

You gasp, back arching off the mattress, and your free hand flutters like it doesn’t have a place to land. 

“There she is,” Yunho says, his voice quiet and warm. 

Slow and deep, the rush of pleasure that hits you this time is an undulating wave rocking through every nerve in your body. You fall into it, open to it, trembling against Wooyoung’s mouth as you moan and twitch. 

Your voice shifts, not a cry like last time. It’s a long, low release, a bloom. 

Your chest rises and falls in shallow breaths as you come down, your body easing back into Yunho’s waiting arms. His hand strokes up and down your side, steady and warm, the lightest pressure of his fingertips along your skin. 

Slowly, Wooyoung lifts his head, his lips parted and face flushed, chin slick with your arousal. 

You sigh, eyes drifting to the ceiling, “That,” you manage, your voice a bit hoarse, “felt so good,” 

Wooyoung breathes out a shaky laugh, resting his forehead on your thigh, grounding himself there like he needs this contact just as much as you do. 

Your pulse is still fluttering under your skin, and when you look down at him, he’s watching you with such an unguarded affection it tugs at a deep, quiet longing long dormant in your chest. 

Reaching out, you brush your fingers through his damp hair, and Wooyoung leans his cheek into your palm without hesitation, his own eyes softly closing as he feels your warmth. 

He cups your hand against his face, turning to kiss your palm, “You okay?” 

“Yeah,” You promise him, “I really am,” 

Wooyoung kisses your thigh once more, and then slides up your body to rest beside you, face level with yours. You smile as he shifts into your space, and you realize you’ve always been safe with him, comfortable with the way his skin feels on yours, his touch, always so freely given without expectation of anything in return. 

It’s only natural you ended up here. 

Wooyoung’s voice brings you out of your thoughts, “I’ve never seen you like that,” He comments softly. 

“Like what?” 

“So relaxed,” He smiles a little, “free,” 

You soften, your body tucked into Yunho’s behind you. 

Wooyoung smiles, just a little, “I love you,” he says it so simply, “you already know I do, but, God, I do love you,” 

Emotion swells behind your ribs again, “I love you too,” 

Wooyoung’s eyes flick up over your shoulder, but whatever he finds in Yunho’s expression must soothe his anxiety because he smiles, and dips to your mouth. He kisses you this time with affection, you feel it in the slow pull of his mouth, the way his hand slides up your arm before cupping your cheek. 

“You’re so beautiful,” He murmurs as he leans back. 

A little laugh escapes you, “You keep saying that,” 

“It’s true,” Wooyoung grins. 

Yunho’s body curls closer around you, his hand resting on your bare hip, “He’s right,” 

Turning your head to find his eyes, something in your chest tugs loose at the sight of him. 

Utter affection, the closest thing you’ve ever seen to devotion, heavy in his soft eyes. When you reach for him, he comes willingly, responding to your movements with his own like a dance he knows the steps to by heart. 

Your lips meet, a catch of breath in his throat as he holds you close. 

This time, you kiss him, your fingers on the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer as your mouths part, tongues connecting between breaths. 

“Jagi,” He sighs. 

Your lips part so you can look up at him, “Yunho?” 

“Yes?” His voice is quiet, looking at you like he can read your every thought. 

“Thank you,” You whisper. 

His brows lift, expression clearing, “For what?” 

“For being patient with me,” Your eyes flick down so you can get the rest of the words out, “for waiting for me, not pushing me. I didn’t know how much I needed that,” 

His warm lips connect to your forehead, “You’re worth waiting for,” he murmurs, fingers stroking up and down your spine, “sweetheart, you’re more precious to me than I ever knew someone could be,” 

Your eyes close as you let his words sink in, breathing quietly together, and you nod just a little, hopeful that he understands that you mean it too. 

He leans back to see you after a beat, “I just want you to feel good, and feel safe,” 

“I did,” You assure him, “I still do, which is a miracle,” 

Wooyoung kisses your shoulder and nods, “It just means it feels right, babe,” 

For a moment, his lips linger at your shoulder while Yunho’s hand cups your waist, his thumb stroking a soothing line into your skin. 

The room is quiet again, another breath to let you get your bearings in this new territory, to understand the shape of the intimacy building between you. Your eyes are closed as you breathe in and out, body languid after your back to back orgasms, and you let your mind drift. 

After a moment though, your senses shift. Your mind is so attuned to touch, typically preoccupied with the ways that it makes you feel discomfort or on edge, so you’re good at spotting the hidden meanings in people’s hands. 

Wooyoung’s arm wrapped around you isn’t relaxed, there’s a subtle tension in his position, and in the sound of his tight exhales, every few breaths one just a bit deeper and laden with something urgent. 

Your attention shifts, and you notice the way Yunho’s fingertips aren’t brushing softly, not anymore, there’s a press to it, a restraint of something more. 

You blink your eyes open, level with Yunho’s chest, but when you shift backwards, sliding your leg just right, your body slots together with Wooyoung’s and you feel an unmistakable hardness. 

He sucks in a soft breath, arching a little to guide his hips away from yours, but no one moves, no one mentions it. You watch as his hand tightens on the mattress, just a little, but enough. 

From your position here, you can’t see Yunho’s face, but you study his body language. There’s a faint strain in his jaw, a tense cord of muscle in his neck, his breathing shallow and carefully controlled. When you readjust in the bed, he readjusts too, something clearly aching under his skin. 

Glancing down to his hips, you nearly lose your breath when you see that he’s hard too, impossible to conceal in those sweatpants, despite his best efforts and careful positioning. 

They’re both hard, and if you’re guessing, they’ve been like this for a while. 

Your chest flutters, something quickening in your chest. 

They wanted you. 

They want you, still. 

Your mind flicks through all of it, every touch, every word. Every second since you crossed the threshold of this bedroom has been about you – your comfort, your peace, your pleasure. Never once did they try to turn your attention or coax you into something further or faster. 

The contrast of that slices through you. 

Every guy you tried with, every single one, picked you for what they could take from you, not what they could give. 

The decision is made in your mind before you even verbalize it to yourself, and you find yourself reaching, your hand settling on Yunho’s abdomen, “Yunho?” 

He twitches at your touch, you feel his muscles quirk under your fingertips, but he answers you with his softest voice, “Yes?” 

Your hand drifts a little lower, “You’re hard,” 

His hips turn, trying to conceal that fact, and he leans back to see your expression, “Sorry,” he clears his throat, a flash of embarrassment moving across his face, “yeah,” 

“Don’t apologize,” You smile a little, hand sliding back up to a safer spot on his chest, “you’re fine,” 

Wooyoung snorts a little breath of air, “I’m pretty sure I’ve been hard since you kissed me,” he admits with a crooked grin. 

You nudge him with your elbow, “Why didn’t you say anything?” 

Yunho brushes his hand against your jaw, “Baby, this wasn’t about us,” 

“Exactly,” Wooyoung nods, “we’re fine, we’re more than fine.” 

You study his eyes a moment, and you know he’s being truthful. You know if you said this was over then this would end right here. 

You move then, extricating yourself from their arms and sliding up in the bed, the sheet slipping off you until your skin is bared again to them in the soft light. Their eyes track your movements, unsure why you needed to make space, but they wait, they watch. 

“You’re both hard,” You say it funny by mistake, like you’re trying to get your facts straight. 

Yunho’s eyes flick to Wooyoung, then back to you, “Yes,” 

“You both want me?” 

“Yes,” Their voices blend together, answering you without hesitation. 

“So then,” Your teeth catch on your lip, “let me try and make you feel good too,” 

Wooyoung’s brows lift high in surprise and he shakes his head, “You don’t have to do anything for us,” 

Yunho’s nodding, opening his mouth to say more, but you get there first. 

“Stop,” You shake your head, “I’m okay, I feel good,” 

His face softens, but you still see his hesitation. 

“This is a part of sex too, isn’t it?” You look to Yunho, “I don’t know what I’m doing, but you said you’d teach me.” 

Yunho’s eyes darken with something more, a tense pulse in his jaw, but he nods. 

“So, teach me,” You breathe, a smile on your lips. 

The silence hangs, none of you breathing, and you look back and forth between them. 

“Jesus,” Wooyoung finally cuts the tension, running a hand over his face, “you’re perfect,” 

Yunho shifts in the bed, sitting up to meet your eyes, “Are you sure?” 

“Yes,” You nod, “I want to try,” 

“Try what exactly?” Yunho’s hand against the bedding flexes, trying to keep his obvious need under control. 

“Um,” You feel the heat rise again in your cheeks, and then you look too Wooyoung, “your mouth felt… would my mouth feel that good for you?” 

Wooyoung groans, falling into the mattress face first, but he nods, “You’re going to kill me,” 

“So, that’s a yes?” You grin. 

“That’s a big fucking yes,” Wooyoung exhales, pushing himself up to a seat with you both, “if you’re comfortable, we can do that.” 

“I want to do that,” You say, and you mean it. 

Yunho takes a deep breath and then shifts off the bed, “Alright,” he swallows tightly, and as he stands you see the impressive tent in his sweatpants, “jagi, is it alright if we get undressed?” 

“Yes,” You nod, a little too eager and he smiles at you, amused. 

Wooyoung slides off the bed too, and you watch as they start to peel off layers. 

Yunho starts to talk, but your eyes are locked on the way that his body looks when he shucks off his shirt, the way his fingers move when he pulls at the tie of his sweats. His lean, corded muscle tensing and relaxing as he moves. 

“If you start to get uncomfortable,” Yunho says, and your eyes fly up to his, “tell us, I don’t care what we’re doing or what we’re saying to you,” 

Wooyoung nods emphatically. 

“I don’t care if Woo says he’ll die if you stop,” Yunho says, and it’s funny, but his voice is firm and clear, “if you need to stop, we fucking stop.” 

“I got it,” You smile, “stop means stop.” 

You take a breath, and realize they’re both almost stark naked in front of you. You take them in all at once, pupils dilating and head going fuzzy. 

They’re both lean, the bodies of men who are endlessly active – running, biking, dancing, all movement and cardio and stamina, but every line of their muscles are well defined. Their cocks visibly strain against the cotton of their boxer briefs, and you feel a curl of heat in your belly just like before. 

Wooyoung shoots a look at Yunho and rolls his eyes, “She’s okay,” he says as he reaches out a hand to you, “I’ll take very good care of your girl, Yunho-yah.” The teasing emphasis on Yunho’s name pulls a smile from your lips. 

Yunho’s jaw tightens, but he exhales through his nose and nods, “I know,” 

Taking Wooyoung’s hand, he pulls you forwards, “Come here, babe,” 

You end up standing, and you let him guide you as he shifts your positions, sitting down onto the edge of the bed. 

“Here?” You check, nodding, moving to get on your knees. 

Yunho’s hand on your lower back stills you, and he reaches past both of you to grab one of the thick throw pillows, sliding it onto the floor between Wooyoung’s feet, “Don’t hurt your knees, baby,” 

“Right,”

Slowly, you drop down, situating yourself with your hands on Wooyoung’s thighs. 

It’s still for a moment, no one moving, but then Wooyoung drops back onto his elbows and lets his legs open wider, “Doing okay?” 

“Mhm,” Your eyes are glued to his clothed cock. 

Yunho’s hand brushes over the back of your head as he steps from one side of you and Wooyoung to the other, and then he crouches behind you at your side, one of his heavy, warm palms settling on your lower back. 

“Okay,” You breathe. 

Wooyoung’s eyes look hot, need unapologetic in his gaze, and as you reach for his waistband his hands tighten in the blankets under him. 

“So,” You manage, hooking your fingers under his underwear, “I’ve never done this before, obviously,”

“Doing great so far,” Wooyoung exhales. 

“This seems like a clear first step to sucking your cock, Woo,” The words roll off your tongue, an easy jab with your best friend. 

Yunho laughs at your side, his lips pressing against your temple, “Quick study, baby,” 

Wooyoung’s smiling too, but it fades into a completely new expression on his face when you pull his boxers down completely. 

Your eyes flick over his cock immediately. He’s rock hard, cock flushed pink and leaking, a string of precum connected from the tip of his velvet head to his belly. It’s thick, that’s the first thing you think, and perfectly proportional for him. 

“Jesus, fuck,” Wooyoung breathes, “you look so hot right now, babe,” 

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, and he groans. 

Yunho gives you a moment, and then his hand flexes on your back, “Start slow,” he urges you softly, “touch his thighs,” 

You let your hands slide over his skin, over the dark loops of his thigh tattoo, strong quads rippled under your palms. He’s warm, soft, and his cock twitches the closer you get to his hips. 

You catalogue that quietly. 

“Just like that,” Yunho nods, “we like being teased too,” 

Wooyoung swallows. 

“It feels good?” You check with him, your nails gently brushing over his inner thighs, a mirror of how Yunho touched you earlier. 

He sucks in a sharp breath, “Yeah,” 

“You can press,” Yunho offers, “here,” 

You look down, looking at the place he gestures to on his own thigh. 

Your fingers travel there, on the tender skin of his inner thigh, close to the heavy weight of Wooyoung’s balls. You hear his breathing change, and when you press he groans. 

“Kisses feel good there too,” Yunho murmurs, his voice low and tight as if you were touching him too, “anywhere close that’s not his cock,” 

You nod, attentive, sliding closer to him between his splayed knees, and despite the curling nervousness in your gut you press a soft, featherlight kiss to his thigh. 

“Ah,” Wooyoung hisses, hands tightening. 

“There,” Yunho encourages, “that’s good,” 

You kiss again, a little firmer this time, exploring him more, inching closer to his hips. With a flash of heat in your own chest, your tongue licks a slow stripe from the soft juncture of his groin back up to the straining tendon at the base of his cock. 

Wooyoung sucks in a sharp breath and jerks, “Oh, fuck,” he pants, “what the fuck,”

“Bad?” You look up at him. 

Yunho’s hand tightens on your back and Wooyoung shakes his head. 

Wooyoung’s cock twitches by your cheek, and you smile, “This isn’t so hard,” 

Wooyoung bites his lip, a laugh caught in his throat, “Yeah, well,” he says, “my cock is,” 

You roll your eyes up at him. 

“Baby,” Yunho shifts, positioned a little closer to your side, “do it again,” 

You nod and repeat the hot line of your tongue. 

“Good,” Yunho sounds breathy, and out of the corner of your eye you see his hand rest over his own cock, curling around the thick length through the fabric of his boxers, “same thing, but here,” 

Yunho reaches around with his free hand and without touching Wooyoung’s cock, he draws a line from base to tip. His hand settles on Wooyoung’s thigh, and you hear Wooyoung groan. 

You lean in, and with hesitant pressure, you lick a line up Wooyoung’s cock from base to tip just like he showed you. 

Wooyoung pants, “You can, uh,” he gathers himself, “press more,” 

Your eyes flick up at him, but you lean in to try again. 

Wooyoung’s cock jerks away from the sensation though and you stop in the middle, a hesitant look in your eyes. 

Yunho’s hand on your back gently slides up, cupping the back of your head with the most gentle pressure, and then uses his free hand to press flat to the front of Wooyoung’s cock, bracing it, “Again,” he encourages softly, “the pressure feels good, you’re not hurting him.” 

This time, you press, really press, with the firm muscle of your tongue. The wall of Yunho’s hand gives Wooyoung’s cock room to shift away, and for the first time, you hear your best friend moan. 

“Oh, Jesus,” Wooyoung sinks into the mattress, flat on his back now. 

You repeat the motion, and again, and again. 

“Focus here,” Yunho’s fingers curl around your best friend’s cock, softly brushing against the seam at the head of his cock, a heart shaped curve of velvety smooth skin. 

You bring your tongue up, and focus your attention there. Kitten licks, heavy presses, doubling down on anything that makes Wooyoung pant, moan, grip the sheets. 

“Still good?” Yunho’s fingers brush over your hair. 

You almost forgot. For a very real moment, none of the fear existed, none of the nervousness. 

“I’m great,” You smile, kissing the head of Wooyoung’s cock. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Wooyoung’s hips jerk. 

“Alright,” Yunho kisses your temple, “I think we can stop torturing him,” 

“Please,” Wooyoung twitches, his body flushed pink with need. 

“Come here,” Yunho presses between your shoulders to get you higher up on your knees, and then he stands, sitting on the edge of the bed next to Wooyoung so he can get a better vantage point. 

“Baby,” Wooyoung makes a heady whine, and something low swoops in your belly, “please, if you’re good, if you, please, touch me,” 

Yunho looks pleased, Wooyoung looks wrecked, and you’re pretty sure the rest of this is self explanatory. 

Bracing yourself with one hand on his hip and the other at the base of his cock, you sink down over him, enveloping his cock in the wet heat of your mouth. 

Wooyoung moans, deep from his chest as you sink down as far as you can go. 

“Easy,” Yunho breathes, his hands gathering up your hair to move it out of your way, “easy, baby, you don’t have to take him all the way,” 

You adjust, shifting focus to his cockhead. 

“That’s right,” Yunho murmurs, and there’s an edge to his voice that makes your belly tighten. 

This part feels instinctive, but you’re still a little fumbling. Getting the right amount of wetness, tightness to your mouth, you try to listen to his sounds as you pass your lips up and down. 

“Ah, fuck,” Wooyoung jerks, a little, “use your tongue, press up with your – fuck, just like that,” 

Your hand tightens on his thigh as you adjust. 

You taste the salt on his skin, the start of his release on your tongue, but you don’t mind it. You think you’d drink him down just like this if he keeps talking to you this way. 

“Suck me,” He begs, “just p-pull with your,” 

You hum softly, and suck. 

“I’m gonna come,” Wooyoung shakes, “I’m not gonna last,” 

“Ease off,” Yunho instructs and you lift off. 

“Fuck,” Wooyoung physically arches, his chest heaving, “what the f-fuck did you do that for?” 

“Feels better if you wait for it,” Yunho explains, looking at you, “it’s the same for you. I’ll show you sometime,” 

You don’t know what is shifting in the air between the three of you right now, but for the first time in your life the idea of a next time leaves you with the good kind of ache. 

Wooyoung looks down at you both, pushing up on his elbows, “What are you?” Wooyoung says, a shocked smile on his face, “some kind of dom?” 

Yunho grins, shaking his head, “No,” he keeps his eyes on Wooyoung, but he strokes the back of your head with his hand, “but she said teach her, I’m thorough,” 

They’re flirting. 

Something drops in your belly, and your lips part as you watch them. 

“Edging is not lesson one material,” Wooyoung pants, “Jesus,” 

Yunho shrugs, his hand smoothing over the back of your neck, “You don’t like that?” 

“Not what I said,” Wooyoung chuckles, and then he sits up, “take those off,” 

Yunho’s lips quirk into a half smile, his eyebrow raising just a tick. 

You find your voice all of a sudden, “Take them off,” 

Both of their heads snap to you. 

“You heard her,” Wooyoung nods, taking in your expression, knowing exactly how much you want this from one look. 

Yunho softens for one second, but you cut him off. 

“Don’t ask me if I’m sure,” You tell him, hand sliding up his thigh, “I want this, let me want this.” 

Yunho peels off his boxers without another word. 

“Shit,” Wooyoung says as Yunho settles next to him. 

His cock is so much bigger than you thought it would be. It’s the only way to say it, it’s big. Heavy, long and surprisingly straight. 

Yunho clears his throat, “Yeah, well,” 

You burst out a laugh, slapping a hand over your mouth. 

“I wouldn’t recommend laughing the first time you see your boyfriend’s cock, babe,” Wooyoung just grins. 

Yunho’s cheeks go pink. 

“It’s just,” You shake your head, “I see what you mean about wanting to know I’ve never done this before,” 

Yunho’s lips quirk, “Yeah,”

“Jesus,” You breathe, “we’re going back to slow when we get to the sex part,” 

His hand slips into yours, “Of course we are,” 

You give him a squeeze, silently letting him know you’re fine, and then look up to Wooyoung. 

“Good?” He checks. 

You nod. 

“Alright,” Wooyoung trades a look between you and then reaches out, “edging is lesson one, my ass,” 

You watch as Wooyoung’s hand closes around your boyfriend’s cock, and Yunho groans, his head falling back for a second as he lets himself feel it. 

“Lesson one,” Wooyoung says, drawing his hand up and down over Yunho’s shaft, “is hand jobs,” 

You shift closer on your knees. 

“Yunho,” Wooyoung says, pressing a hand over his chest, “relax,” 

He sinks back onto his forearms, eyes trained on Wooyoung. 

“He explained teasing,” Wooyoung says, meeting your eyes, “same principles apply here,” 

You slide your hand up Yunho’s thigh, sliding closer to him so you can find the spots he showed you. 

“Yeah,” Yunho nods, swallowing tightly. 

“Watch my hand,” Wooyoung says, “watch my wrist,” 

Your eyes flick down from Yunho’s face and you watch with rapt attention. His hand bobs up and down, clear pressure around all sides, his wrist loose and rolling, making sure to connect over the head of Yunho’s cock with each stroke. 

You nod. 

“Not this,” Wooyoung shifts to a stiffer, less natural looking grip and drags his hand up and down twice. 

Yunho hisses, “Alright,” 

“Got it?” Wooyoung asks you, his hand lifting off. 

“I think so,” You exhale, nerves bubbling inside you as you take Yunho’s heavy length in your hand. 

Yunho jerks, his teeth tightening together, jawline tense, “Fuck, baby,” 

“Tell me if I do it wrong,” You say to them both, “I want it to be good for you,” 

Both of them groan. 

With slow movements, you try to mimic Wooyoung’s strokes, keeping your hand tight and your wrist loose. 

“Higher,” Wooyoung prompts softly and you comply, “yeah, good,” 

You work him more, until he’s panting. 

“Babe,” Wooyoung interrupts, “give me your hand,” 

Yunho makes a tight sound when you lift your hand off him, but you follow instructions, offering Wooyoung your hand, palm up. 

He spits in it, and you gasp, “Woo,” 

“Trust me,” He nods, “watch,” 

Yunho’s eyes are blown wide, and when you wrap your wet hand back around his cock, his hands turn into tight fists at his side. 

“It’s good?” You look up at him. 

All he can do is nod. 

Wooyoung smiles, “Keep going, you can go a little faster,” 

You work your hand, ignoring the start of an ache in your muscles. 

When Yunho groans, you look up and watch as Wooyoung lays his hand across your boyfriends abs, “You have a really pretty cock, Yunho,” 

“Fuck,” Yunho’s head falls back. 

“And a pretty girlfriend,” He adds. 

Yunho nods, “So pretty,” 

Something stirs in you. You grip his cock a little tighter, working him faster. 

“Christ, yes,” Yunho nods, his voice finally needy and breathy, “good girl,” 

You suck in a sharp breath, lips parting at his words. 

Wooyoung grins like the cat who got the cream, “You’ve got him, keep going,” 

“Ah,” Yunho’s eyes roll, “mm,” 

You watch as Wooyoung wraps a hand around his own cock and starts to pump it. With a little shake of his head, he silently tells you not to worry. 

There’s a promise of next time in his eyes. 

Whatever happens tonight, this isn’t the end, that you know for sure. 

Yunho’s sharp groan brings you back. 

“Want you to come,” You lean on his thigh, the words slipping out like you’ve said them a thousand times before. 

Yunho moans, his eyes meeting yours, nodding. 

“Please,” You manage. 

Wooyoung curses softly next to you. 

Yunho’s eyes widen hungrily when he sees the picture of you both, you perched on your knees between his thick thighs jerking him so perfectly, Wooyoung working himself over, too desperate to wait. 

“I’m close,” Yunho’s chest starts to go dark red, sweat beading at his forehead, “please, don’t stop,” 

“Not stopping,” You promise. 

His hips jerk, like he wants to fuck himself into the tight ring of your hand, and Wooyoung’s hand presses him down. 

Yunho groans, and then he shifts the energy, his hand wrapping around yours where you grip his cock, fingers slotting together around his length, “Yes, baby,” 

You nod, both of your hands syncing in time until he takes over, desperate and needy, using your hand as a cocksleeve as he fucks himself hard and tight. 

“Oh fuck,” Wooyoung groans. 

“Yunho,” Your voice is close to a whine. 

That undoes him. 

His mouth drops, breath heavy, and he pumps himself hard until his cock erupts, hot ropes of pearl white cum shooting up onto his chest, covering your combined hands as he milks his pulsing cock. 

Wooyoung groans, following him over the edge, his own release painting his abs. 

It takes a moment, both of them shaking and recovering, but then Yunho reaches for you and wraps his hands around your arms, hauling you up onto his chest and kissing you breathless. 

“You’re so fucking incredible,” He says between heady kisses, your bodies flush together, the mess of his release slick between you. 

The bed shifts, Wooyoung falling onto his back next to you both, his hand giving your thigh a squeeze. 

Gently, you slide off his chest to lie between them once again, warm bodies draped over soft, damp sheets. 

Your breath is the only sound. 

Yunho has your hand still wrapped in his, a grip that says he’s not letting go any time soon. 

Your free hand settles in Wooyoung’s hair. 

Yunho murmurs into the quiet, “Hey,” his voice low, careful, “you okay?” 

You nod, a slow smile on your face, “Not okay,” you breathe, “I’m good.” 

He gives your hand a squeeze. 

“This is the best I’ve ever felt with anyone,” You confess. 

Wooyoung kisses your arm, “You deserve that,” he says, “always.” 

A warm ache settles inside you, sated, calm. 

Yunho’s fingers brush along your skin, Wooyoung’s lips pepper kisses as the three of you stretch into the afterglow. 

“Can we…,” You sigh, “can we just pause here for tonight?” 

Wooyoung looks up at you, “Too much?” 

“No,” You assure them, “but this was perfect, I want to have one perfect night,” 

“Whenever you’re ready for more,” Yunho says, kissing your hair, “we’ll make sure it’s perfect too.” 

“When you’re ready,” Wooyoung agrees, “whenever that happens.” 

“Tomorrow,” You smile, “stay over, let’s keep going tomorrow,” 

Yunho grins, “Tomorrow,” he nods. 

“Hell yes, tomorrow,” Wooyoung kisses your arm. 

“For now,” Yunho says, sitting up, “let’s get you cleaned up,” 

Slipping from the bed, your body feels lighter. Your skin is still tingling, every nerve humming with awareness. Yunho guides you to the bathroom, Wooyoung padding softly behind you, and before you know it, you’re wrapped up in the steam of the shower with both of them. 

Under the water, your eyes fall closed and you sink into the night, letting your forehead rest against the cool tiles. 

They don’t push you, they don’t dig deeper. They give you a moment to breathe. 

Yunho’s soft fingers work shampoo into your scalp while Wooyoung laters a loofah with your body wash. Their hands pass over you with equally tender care. 

After, Yunho finds you soft clothes to wear and Wooyoung disappears into the kitchen to whip up something more substantial to eat. 

You’ll talk later about what this means for your relationship, but for now the way Yunho looks at you tells you everything you need to know about where his head is. 

On the couch, all three of you are wrapped up under the blankets just like a few hours ago. 

This time though, their hands on you feel essential. Your head rests on Yunho’s chest, your legs stretch out over Wooyoung’s, one of their hands on each of your thighs. 

Some game show plays on the television, but you’re focused on the steady, tender beat of Yunho’s heart under your cheek and the soothing stroke of Wooyoung’s hand along your skin. 

You laugh, so soft, so content, “So…,” you murmur, “did we… did we just have sex? Did I dream that?” 

Yunho smiles wide, his lips pressed to your hair, “Yeah,” he whispers, his voice warm and certain, “we did.” 

“Wow,” You breathe. 

“How do you feel?” Wooyoung nudges you. 

Your hand tangles with his, “Here,” you tell them honestly, “whole.” 

As the couch grows quiet again, you sink into them, into the knowledge that this wasn’t one time, one moment of impulse. It was the beginning of something new, of something honest. 

Your skin on theirs, you’re right where you belong. 

Ready to breathe it in again tomorrow.

[frflyavenue]

do you do other pair aside from the common one? like yunwoo or sanhwa? wanna make sure if i could request such thing 😬

Of course, love!! I’m open to any and all requests! I’m rather new as a creator, so I began with writing for the common pairs. However, I will happily write for any pair or group of members, SFW or NSFW.

Thank you for asking, Anonnie~

🩷

-Avenue

[pankesitopank]

oh i have a poly request if thats okay.

minhwa or yunwoo or yunhwa (you pick) being roommates with reader and theyre doing it without the other knowing. like reader is sleeping both of them but they didnt know. until they do know and que the threesome lol

i love roommates trope

What They Don't Know

pairing: Mingi x Reader x Seonghwa

wc: 5k

cw: poly!mingixreaderxseonghwa; smut without plot; secret "relationship" (like, they are no a couple, they just fuck); threesome duh (mxwxm); double penetration; possessive behavior (mingi); no condom (a true diva use one); idk, if i missed something let me know!!!

note: It took me so long to finish this.... m sososo sorry, I hope it's what you had in mind and I hope you like it! It's the longest piece I have!!!

You’d told yourself it was a one-time thing.

The first time you fucked Mingi, it was reckless and fast and shouldn’t have happened—but the problem was, it didn’t feel like a mistake. It felt like something you’d both been building toward since the moment you moved in.

Now it’s the third time, and he’s got your leg slung over his broad shoulder as he fucks into you on the living room couch. The TV is still on—some mindless show playing in the background—but it might as well be silent for all you can hear over the wet, messy rhythm of his hips meeting yours and the low groans escaping his throat.

“Shit,” Mingi pants, leaning forward until his chest is brushing your knee, the new angle making you gasp. “You’re so fucking tight today. You miss me?”

You bite your lip, trying not to moan too loudly. The walls aren’t that thick, and Seonghwa’s bedroom is just down the hall.

“Mingi—” you whisper, breath hitching when he grinds into you, staying deep and rolling his hips slowly.

He grins like the devil. “That’s not a no.”

You’d like to say you’re in control of this. That the two of you falling into bed was a power play, a casual thing, an itch scratched. But every time you let him in—literally and otherwise—you’re left feeling less like the one calling the shots and more like a girl who keeps saying yes to her cocky, loud, stupidly hot roommate who doesn’t know how to wear a shirt.

Or close a door.

“Mingi—faster,” you whisper, fingers tightening in the fabric of the couch.

“Oh, now you wanna tell me what to do?” he chuckles low in his chest, but he does it anyway, pulling back to snap his hips in hard, quick thrusts that make your head fall back against the cushions.

The sound is obscene—wet and rhythmic and too loud—and the fact that Seonghwa could walk in any second only makes it hotter.

You shouldn’t like this. You shouldn’t crave the danger, shouldn’t enjoy the way Mingi’s hand clamps over your mouth as he fucks you harder, muffling the sounds that threaten to slip out.

But you do. You like the way his fingers curl around your face, how he doesn’t stop even when your eyes go wide and your legs twitch around his waist. You like that he gets off on it too.

“You’re dripping,” he groans, dragging his thumb over your cheekbone. “Like this pussy knows who it belongs to.”

He’s possessive, but in a way that feels addictive—like he wants to ruin you just enough that no one else could ever compare.

(Not that he knows someone else already is.)

You whine under his hand, your nails digging into his bicep as your hips jerk up into his, chasing your high.

“Almost there, baby?” he murmurs, pulling his hand away just enough for you to gasp for air. “Come for me. You always get so fucking wet when I talk like this, huh?”

“Mingi—fuck—” your voice breaks, and you arch under him, thighs trembling.

“That’s it,” he growls, grinding deep into you with a stuttering rhythm as you clamp down around him. “God, you’re perfect.”

You don’t hear the front door open.

Or the way Seonghwa’s bedroom door clicks shut from down the hall.

But Mingi does.

He freezes.

Your eyes snap open just as he covers your mouth again and leans down, his hips still buried inside you, sweat dripping from his brow. His lips brush your ear.

“Stay quiet,” he whispers, barely audible, “or he’s gonna find out what a little slut you are for me.”

Your whole body tightens at the words, arousal pooling again even as your mind screams at you to be more careful.

Footsteps in the hallway.

You and Mingi don’t move.

For a breathless second, it feels like everything will fall apart.

But then the bathroom door clicks shut and the shower starts, and Mingi—smiling like a boy who just stole candy from the store—starts moving inside you again.

“Missed you too much,” he mutters, kissing your neck. “Gonna finish, then I’ll clean you up.”

You wrap your legs around his waist, biting into your lip as he picks up the pace again.

This isn’t just a fling. It isn’t just a secret.

It’s a time bomb.

You don’t remember how it started, exactly. Maybe the night you came home after drinks with Seonghwa, tipsy and giggling and falling over your own feet. Mingi had been awake—shirtless, of course, sitting on the counter and eating noodles like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“You look hot,” he’d said, blunt as ever. “You’re lucky Hwa’s not a little braver.”

You’d laughed, thinking it was a joke.

It wasn’t.

He’d kissed you before you could put your purse down.

And you’d let him.

That night, he’d bent you over the kitchen counter and told you not to be loud. You came twice and almost knocked over a glass in the process. He didn’t even ask if it was a bad idea.

He knew it was. You both did.

That was two weeks ago.

Now, it’s become a game—secret glances over breakfast, brushing hands on the couch, sneaking into his room in the middle of the night while Seonghwa’s fast asleep. It’s messy, addictive, and exhilarating.

But sometimes… you feel guilty. Because Seonghwa isn’t just your roommate too. He’s sweet. Gentle. He makes you tea when you’re stressed, brings you snacks when you’re working late, and always knocks before coming into your room.

He’s not the type to throw you against a wall and make you scream—but you’ve wondered, late at night, what would happen if he did.

Sometimes, the guilt hits while Mingi is asleep beside you, one hand curled possessively over your hip.

Other times, it hits when Seonghwa is smiling at you over his coffee mug and calling you “angel” like it means something.

You shouldn’t have slept with either of them.

But you did.

And you’re not sure you can stop.

Not when Mingi pulls your panties down in the laundry room because you teased him too hard during dinner. Not when he whispers filth in your ear when Seonghwa is in the room, watching you with those soft eyes like he doesn’t have a clue.

Only… you’re starting to think he might.

Or worse—Mingi’s going to find out that he’s not the only one who’s had you moaning into a pillow behind closed doors.

And when he does?

You have no idea what’s going to happen.

It starts with comfort.

A quiet night, both of you curled up on the couch under the same blanket, legs tangled, half-watching some drama neither of you are really following. Mingi’s out with friends and the apartment is calm for once—no blasting music, no yelling from the kitchen, no sudden crashes.

Just the sound of rain against the windows and the soft, steady beating of your heart as Seonghwa’s fingers stroke over your shin where it rests across his lap.

You should move.

It’s too familiar—too cozy—and you know what’s been happening with Mingi, what’s still happening, but…

But Seonghwa looks so beautiful tonight.

Hair pushed back from his face, wearing that oversized white sweater you once teased him for because it made him look like someone’s boyfriend.

He didn’t argue.

He just smiled and said, “You’d look better in it.”

You told him he was full of shit.

He said he wasn’t joking.

That was the first time you looked at him a little differently.

This is the first time you kiss him.

His lips are warm and soft, and the way his breath catches makes your chest ache. He doesn’t rush. Doesn’t push. Just cups your cheek like he’s afraid you’ll vanish and kisses you again, deeper this time.

Like he’s wanted this. For a while.

You moan without meaning to, and he pulls back just slightly, eyes dark but uncertain.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispers, thumb stroking under your jaw. “If this isn’t—”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

It’s too easy to say. Too honest. And it’s not a lie. You don’t want him to stop.

Even if it’s wrong.

Even if Mingi was inside you three days ago with your hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.

Seonghwa doesn’t know.

And he kisses you like he wants to worship you.

You don’t sleep with him that night.

You kiss until your lips are sore and he touches you over your clothes, hand down your pajama shorts and fingers moving so gently it makes you shiver.

He makes you come with slow, teasing strokes, murmuring soft praises against your temple the whole time, and then lets you curl up against him under his blankets, warm and trembling.

In the morning, he makes you breakfast. Kisses your wrist when he hands you coffee.

Mingi walks in halfway through the meal, yawning and rumpled and clearly nursing a hangover.

“Why’s everyone so happy?” he groans, flopping into a chair.

Seonghwa just grins.

You almost choke on your eggs.

The guilt is different this time.

With Mingi, you felt like you were playing with fire. Like it was a game of who could sneak around better, who could take more risks without getting caught. And you loved the danger of it. Still do.

But with Seonghwa… it feels more like you’re breaking something sacred.

He doesn’t treat you like a fuck.

He treats you like something he wants to hold onto.

There’s less noise. Less desperation. But so much more meaning.

Like the night he has you on his desk, the one covered in sketchbooks and open novels. He’d spent the whole day working on a song, headphones on, completely zoned out—and you’d wandered in, sat in his lap, teased him about how long it’d been since you’d had his attention.

He kissed you so deep your toes curled.

Now your shirt is halfway off and his hands are dragging your panties down your thighs while you sit on the edge of his chair.

“Hwa—” you whisper, but he hushes you with a kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth as his fingers glide between your legs.

“Need you,” he says against your lips. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

You whimper when he slides two fingers in, curling them just right, and you’re already so wet that it’s shameful.

“You always get this wet for me,” he murmurs, kissing your jaw. “You know how good you feel? How sweet?”

You nod, even as your eyes flutter shut.

“Look at me, angel.”

You do.

And when you come on his fingers, biting into his shoulder to stay quiet, he holds you through the aftershocks like you’re something fragile.

You shouldn’t want this.

You shouldn’t crave the way he touches you like you matter.

But you do.

And you can’t stop.

It doesn’t take long for patterns to form.

Mingi gets your body. Seonghwa gets your heart.

Or maybe you’re just lying to yourself to make it feel better.

Because sometimes, you see Seonghwa look at you like he’s sure he’s the only one touching you like this. The only one who’s kissed your thighs, your stomach, your lips with so much care. The only one who’s fucked you slow in the shower and whispered that you’re the only one he thinks about when he’s in bed alone.

Sometimes he brings you flowers on random days. Sometimes he cooks for you, then leaves a plate out with your name on it if you’re working late. Sometimes, he lingers in doorways with that look in his eyes like he’s about to say something important, but never does.

You want to deserve that.

But when Mingi corners you in the kitchen one night and fucks you over the sink because you moaned his name in your sleep the night before, all of it comes crashing back.

You’re caught between two men who think they’re the only one.

And you’re falling for both of them.

The scariest part?

You don’t want to stop.

Seonghwa makes you feel wanted. Needed.

He’s the one who makes your heart race when he brushes your hair behind your ear. The one who memorizes your drink order and buys your favorite snacks. The one who holds you like you’re more than a warm body in his bed.

But he’s also the one who never asks where you go late at night.

Never questions why you come out of the bathroom with Mingi’s hoodie on.

Never stops to think that maybe—just maybe—he’s not the only one who has you like this.

And maybe it’s because he doesn’t want to know.

Or maybe he already does.

One night, after Seonghwa’s made you come so hard you see stars, he tucks the blanket around you and brushes a kiss over your forehead.

“I wish we could tell him.”

Your stomach lurches.

You shift to look at him, heart hammering in your chest. “Tell… who?”

He smiles, eyes soft but sad. “Mingi.”

“I—”

“I know you’re scared,” he says gently. “But he loves you, too, you know. Just in his own way.”

You’re frozen.

Seonghwa doesn’t push. He just kisses your knuckles and pulls you close again.

You don’t sleep at all that night.

And the next morning, Mingi watches you across the table with something unreadable in his eyes.

It was supposed to be a quiet afternoon.

Mingi had left that morning, a little earlier than usual—just said he was grabbing coffee with a friend and maybe hitting the gym. You'd kissed him goodbye with swollen lips, sore thighs, and one too many bite marks on your neck from the night before. Seonghwa had only smirked at the sight when you wandered into the kitchen later, shirtless and stretching like nothing was out of the ordinary.

You thought Mingi would be gone for hours. Enough time. Plenty of time.

You thought wrong.

The front door cracked open softly. Mingi stepped inside, earbuds still in, phone in one hand, keychain swinging in the other. He kicked off his shoes without a sound, half-listening to a voice message—until he heard it.

A soft sound. A moan, muffled.

He paused.

The hallway stretched toward the bedrooms, and everything about the apartment seemed normal. Quiet. Peaceful.

Except…

Another sound. Louder this time. A gasp. Faint, but real. And yours.

Mingi frowned, pulled out one earbud. His feet carried him slowly, cautiously down the hall. Something in his gut twisted—confusion first. Then something colder. Something hotter.

And then he heard it again.

Your voice. Breathy. High. Seonghwa's name.

A crack of skin on skin.

The rhythm of it is unmistakable.

Mingi’s breath caught. His whole body went still in the hallway.

No. No way.

He stepped forward, just once, and the view that met him through the barely ajar door made his heart stop.

There you were—straddling Seonghwa in his bed, riding him like you were fucking made for it. Hair sticking to your sweat-slicked neck, lips parted, moaning with every bounce of your hips. Your back arched, tits bouncing, fingers digging into his chest as Seonghwa held your waist and thrusted up to meet you.

Mingi couldn't move.

Couldn't breathe.

What the fuck.

Shock. Then fury. Then—

Lust.

It hit him like a truck. Because you looked so fucked out, so pretty, so ruined—and not by him. By Seonghwa. His best friend. His roommate.

He knew that face you were making. He knew the way you whimpered when you were getting close. He knew that you were about to come.

And it wasn’t for him.

You didn’t even notice him at first. Neither of you did. Too lost in it. Too noisy. Seonghwa was panting curses into your skin, one hand tangled in your hair, the other squeezing your ass hard enough to bruise.

Then your eyes fluttered open.

And you saw him.

Standing in the hallway. Watching.

Everything froze.

Your breath hitched. Your body stopped moving. Your mouth opened, but nothing came out.

Mingi’s jaw was clenched. His stare sharp and unreadable. Arms at his sides, chest rising slowly—too slowly. And then…

He stepped inside.

Silent. Stalking. Dark eyes locked on you like you were prey. Seonghwa sat up, trying to cover you instinctively, but Mingi raised one hand to stop him.

"Don't," he said quietly. A whisper. A warning.

You opened your mouth to speak, to explain, to beg—but he was already standing at the edge of the bed, eyes dragging over the way Seonghwa’s cock was still buried in you, your body frozen in place, your skin glistening.

“How long,” he asked, voice low, too calm.

You swallowed. “Mingi—”

“I said,” he cut in, stepping closer, “how long have you been fucking him too?”

You trembled. “Not… not that long…”

“Bullshit.” His voice cracked now, heated. “You think I don’t know how you sound when you’re close? How you look when you’re about to come?”

Your silence said everything.

Mingi laughed once. Dark. Bitter. But there was a curl to his lips that made your stomach flip.

"You've been fucking both of us. For weeks."

It wasn’t a question.

And when you nodded—small, sheepish, shivering—something in him snapped.

“That’s so fucking dirty,” he breathed, stepping closer to the bed. “You’re filthier than I thought.”

Seonghwa opened his mouth, maybe to defend you, maybe to apologize—but Mingi didn’t even look at him. His eyes were glued to you.

“You let him fuck you in our apartment. In his room. With my cum probably still inside you.”

You flinched.

“Oh,” Mingi smiled. It was not kind. “That’s what it is, huh? You like this. You like being caught. Being used. Being filled by both of us.”

He reached out and brushed his fingers over your cheek. You whimpered.

“Mingi, I—”

“I should make you get on your knees right now and explain exactly how many times you’ve done this behind my back.”

You shuddered.

“But you know what?” he whispered, leaning in close, mouth grazing your ear. “I’m so hard right now, baby. So fucking hard. You’ve been playing with fire for weeks, and now…”

His eyes flicked to Seonghwa, who was still breathless, wide-eyed beneath you.

“…now I think it’s time you burned.”

He backed up a step. Tugged his shirt over his head, slow and purposeful, baring the sculpted lines of his chest, his abs flexing with every breath. Your mouth went dry.

"You wanted this?" Mingi asked you, voice low and hot. "You wanted to be fucked by both of us? At the same time?"

You nodded. Breathless. Shame and desire tangled in your gut.

He tugged his sweatpants down, and his cock sprang free—hard, heavy, throbbing. The sight of it made your cunt clench around Seonghwa.

“Oh, you do like this,” Mingi muttered, staring at where the two of you were still connected. “Still dripping from him, and your greedy pussy’s already clenching again.”

He climbed onto the bed behind you, spreading your knees wider as he leaned in to speak low in your ear.

“I’m going to fuck you too,” he whispered, dragging his cock along the curve of your ass. “You’re going to sit on both our cocks before I’m done with you. You’ll take us like the little cock-hungry slut you are.”

You whimpered, head falling back.

Mingi bit your shoulder.

“Beg for it.”

You hesitated.

He slapped your ass once, sharp and fast. You gasped.

“Beg.”

“Please, Mingi… I want you both. I want you so bad, I—”

“Tell me who you belong to.”

You shuddered. “You—both of you—”

“No,” he growled. “Say my name.”

“Mingi,” you gasped. “I’m yours.”

His cock nudged your hole from behind.

Seonghwa gripped your hips tighter.

And you knew, in that moment, there was no going back.

Mingi kissed your shoulder—then looked over it, straight at Seonghwa.

“Don’t stop,” he said.

Seonghwa’s eyes burned. “You sure?”

“I want to watch,” Mingi whispered. “I want to feel her come on your cock. And then I’m going to fuck it back out of her.”

Your whole body trembled.

And just like that, the rhythm started again—Seonghwa’s thrusts, deeper now, more intense, as Mingi held you in place, cock teasing between your folds. He didn’t slide in yet. He waited. Made you feel the heat of him. Made you ache.

And just as you started to come undone, voice cracking, walls fluttering around Seonghwa—

Mingi grabbed your jaw and kissed you hard.

“You’re ours now,” he murmured. “Hope you’re ready.”

Because this was only the beginning.

Your knees are still jelly from being caught—fucked—against the hallway wall, Mingi’s hand on the back of your neck, the growl in his throat echoing in your ears. Seonghwa’s voice still haunts your skin, the way it trembled when he realized what was happening, when he saw what you had done. And now—now you’re laid out between them, thighs trembling, mouth parted, eyes wet and barely able to focus.

Mingi’s behind you. Seonghwa’s in front. And they’re both looking at you like they’re going to devour you whole.

“Oh, baby,” Seonghwa murmurs, dragging his fingertips along your jaw like he’s trying to memorize it. “You were really gonna keep this to yourself?”

“I didn’t— I just—”

“You wanted us both,” Mingi cuts in, low and molten, his hand skimming up the back of your thigh. “You couldn’t choose. So you didn’t. You let us both fuck you like it was a secret.”

“It wasn’t like that—”

“But you let it happen,” Seonghwa finishes for him, leaning closer, his breath hot against your lips. “And now look at you.”

Pinned between their bodies, naked and heaving, your skin marked by both of them already—bruises blooming along your collarbone, teeth indents in your thigh, slick smearing down your inner leg. You’re soaked, overwhelmed, and so close to tears from the heat of it all—and they haven’t even really started.

“Such a pretty little liar,” Mingi purrs against your ear, his voice full of dangerous affection. “But if you’re gonna be ours, baby, you don’t get to keep secrets anymore.”

You gasp when you feel it—his cock, hard and thick, pressing against the back of your thigh.

“Oh my god—Mingi—”

“Don’t worry,” he whispers, sliding one hand around to your front to part your folds, “We’re gonna fuck you so good, you won’t even remember your name.”

And just like that—he pushes in.

Your mouth opens in a silent scream as Mingi’s cock sinks into you from behind, slow but deliberate, stretching you wide—wider than Seonghwa had minutes ago. He groans behind you, head tilted back, the heat of your pussy pulling a low, broken sound out of him.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight after Hwa… still greedy, though. Still taking all of me.”

Seonghwa watches the way your face crumbles, leaning in to kiss the corner of your lips.

“You’re so pretty when you cry,” he says, his voice velvet and cruelly sweet. “Is that why you wanted us both? So we could see how wrecked you’d get with two cocks instead of one?”

“I— I can’t—”

“Yes you can,” Mingi growls, gripping your hips tighter. “You’re gonna take both of us. Right now.”

Your eyes go wide. “B-Both?”

Seonghwa smiles slowly. “Oh, sweetheart… You didn’t think we’d share you without fucking you at the same time, did you?”

You can barely breathe as Seonghwa slides down your body, shuffling between your shaking thighs. You feel him nudge your entrance with two long fingers, already coated in your slick, and then—slowly, teasingly—he slides them into your already stuffed pussy beside Mingi’s cock.

You scream. There’s no other word for it. The stretch is unreal, your walls fluttering and fighting to accommodate the width, the heat, the obscene pressure.

“Shhh,” Seonghwa coos, kissing your temple, “You’re doing so good. Just let us in.”

And then—you feel him line up lower. Lower. At your tight, untouched hole.

“Wait— Hwa—what are you—”

“Gonna fuck your pretty ass, baby,” he says, voice breathless as he kisses your cheek. “Fill you up from the other side. You want that, don’t you? Want to be completely ours?”

Your whole body trembles, but you nod. Whimper. Beg. Anything. Just do it. You’re too far gone to say no. You need them. You need all of them.

Mingi growls as he braces your hips. “God, you’re so fucking filthy.”

Seonghwa lubes you up with his spit, his fingers gentle but insistent, working you open with care—but you’re already so overstimulated, every touch sends sparks through your spine.

And when he finally slides in, pushing into that second tight ring of muscle with a low groan—

You break.

Your voice cracks, your hands scramble for something to hold, but all you feel is them—their heat, their cocks, their hands, their mouths. You’re pinned in place, fully impaled, filled everywhere.

Seonghwa kisses your shoulder softly. “You okay?”

You nod, sobbing, gasping—“Yes. Please. Move.”

And they do.

The pace they set is brutal.

Mingi rocks into you from behind, slow and hard, while Seonghwa thrusts up into your ass, perfectly timed so you never have a second to breathe—only to feel. Your body’s reduced to a shaking, crying mess, your legs unable to hold you up, your voice breaking from the overstimulation.

“Fuck, she’s clenching so hard,” Mingi growls. “You feel that, Hwa?”

“Every twitch,” Seonghwa pants. “She loves this. Our filthy little girl loves being double-stuffed like a toy.”

You moan loud, hips bucking, and both of them chuckle darkly.

“Oh, that’s the spot,” Mingi says, adjusting your angle and slamming in deeper. “Right there, huh? That makes you cry.”

Seonghwa leans in and licks your tears. “So pretty. So full. You were made for this, weren’t you?”

You can’t even answer—you’re sobbing through your third orgasm, and they’re still not stopping. Their cocks keep pounding into you, your slick running down your thighs, your walls clenching again and again as you lose all sense of time, space, sanity.

Your hands grasp for something—anything—but Seonghwa grabs your wrists and pins them to the mattress.

“You take what we give you,” he whispers, low and dangerous. “You asked for this.”

“Such a greedy little slut,” Mingi adds, voice wrecked. “Wanted both our cocks in you at once. Look at you now.”

You’re beyond words. Just gasping, trembling, coming again and again as they use you, wreck you, claim you.

When Mingi’s pace starts to falter, you know he’s close.

“Hwa,” he pants, “switch?”

Seonghwa nods. “Let’s finish her together.”

They flip you over—Seonghwa behind you now, Mingi in front, cock glistening and ready. He grabs your chin, tilts your head up.

“Open.”

You obey, mouth dropping open, and Mingi slides in with a deep, satisfied moan.

Seonghwa fucks you from behind, hips snapping against your ass, and Mingi thrusts into your throat at the same rhythm. You’re choking on him, tears running down your face, drool spilling onto your chest—and you’ve never felt more loved. More wanted. More owned.

Their pace builds, both of them panting, groaning, gripping your body like it’s the only thing keeping them from falling apart.

And then—together—they come.

Mingi spills down your throat with a growl, hand tangled in your hair. Seonghwa finishes deep inside your pussy with a gasp, hips jerking, his nails digging into your waist.

You collapse between them, trembling, sobbing, completely wrecked.

You don’t remember falling asleep. Just warmth. Hands. Kisses. Water on your lips. A towel between your legs.

When you finally stir, your body sore and ruined, you feel two warm bodies curled around you.

Mingi’s nose is buried in your neck. Seonghwa’s hand is laced with yours.

“You okay?” Seonghwa whispers softly, brushing hair from your face.

You nod.

Mingi smiles against your skin. “Ours now, right?”

You blink up at them, smile through the haze. “Always.”

And you swear—you’ve never felt so full. So loved.

So perfectly ruined.

[kiestrokes]

Say My Name | NSFW

🍺 Pairing: Fratboy!Song Mingi x AFAB!Reader/You/Yn 🍺 Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. 🍺 Word Count: 5,839 🍺 Genre: some slices of life, mild inner turmoil, college au, smut. 🍺 Warnings: this storyline does have polyamory/open relationships intertwined, bisexual/pansexual orientations for: Yoon Jeonghan, Jeong Yunho; Jung Wooyoung; Choi San and Song Mingi, jealous ex boyfriends, drinking, smoking weed, cursing.

🍺 Sexually Explicit Content: mention of threesomes, mxm, fxm, fxmxm, oral sex (f. receiving), vaginal penetration, condoms, orgasms (both), clit stim, nipple stim, hair pulling, kissing (with tongue), deep sex (or rough sex, but not bdsm level, and no degradation), slight praise, let me know if I missed anything.

🍺 Summary: You and Yunho have been childhood best friends since your mothers grew up together, living in different towns but spending all the holidays together. The friendship has always been light and easy, never serious. Reconnecting in college and exploring each other in new ways. After a second breakup with your high school sweetheart, Yunho propositions you to break your dry spell with his new fraternity brother transfer and high school friend Song Mingi. How could you say no?

🗝️ Note:  Welcome to my gay frat house I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️ it didn’t start out this wayyy. But YunWoo took over my brain a week into writing this last year. In addition to the YunGi brainrot that kind of started this. Technically it was the Booty Wurk dance where Yunho looked like Mingi that we all have to blame. But anyway. Hope you enjoy! Please let me know if you did 💋 🍺 Edit: I deleted a little under 2k of this fic that I just did not like, I had tacked it on under pressure. What is below is what I originally wrote and felt was not "good enough" to share...on tumblr...about fictional characters. 🍻 Beta Reader(s): @minisugakoobies @minttangerines @chans-room in addition- massive thank you to Sunny and B for helping me in the midst of final edits when my imposter syndrome took over.

💿 Booty Wurk (One Cheek at a Time) by T-Pain 📰 Read it on ao3! ☄️Main Masterlist

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

You release a deep sigh, thumb skimming the text invite that Yunho had dropped in your group chat last weekend.

“You sure you’re good to do this?”

Yeosang’s hand touches your shoulder, drawing you back into your budget uber, a squashed Nissan Leaf.

“Yea, I need a hook up and some trash frat booze to solidify the end of my shitty relationship.”

Yeosang nods in agreement, he couldn’t take much more of your dorm room hermit-ing. Post high school sweetheart breakup (for the second time). You’re still unsure how you were convinced to give him a second chance.

“Let's go then, looks like the party is in full swing.”

You finally look out the window, the 1940s brick craftsman is borderline radioactive with the amount of neon lights covering it inside and out.

The two of you make your way up the neatly trimmed lawn, taking care not to disrupt the group of stoners that are gazing up at the stars trying to locate the big dipper.

Yeosang’s white netted shirt glows an otherworldly purple as you descend into the black lights inside the house.

You’d chosen a comfortable party fit. But did take Yeosang’s advice and threw on the top he’d suggested. Hoping that the magic it was doing for your cleavage was enough to get you laid tonight.

The two of you locate a familiar face among the crowd; Hongjoong is sitting on the stairs carefully rolling a blunt. You lick your lips at the sight of his tongue flicking out to seal the wrapper.

Shit, you really needed to get laid tonight.

“Hey HJ,” You nod to the person leaning on the wall next to him and they smile politely back.

“Hey! I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

You roll your eyes as Hongjoong hugs the two of you at once.

“As if you’d let me ditch this time.”

Hongjoong smirks at you as he reclaims his seat on the stairs.

“Where’s Woo?” Yeosang asks, hoping his friend hasn’t already gotten into trouble.

“Oh, Yunho and Woo are both downstairs, they’re doing a little dance thing.”

Hongjoong passes the blunt he’d been rolling to his companion. Waving his hand dismissively towards the entry of another room.

“Through the kitchen right?” Yeosang says, slipping his hand in yours, tugging you in what you can only imagine is the direction of the kitchen.

“Mmhmm.” Hongjoong murmurs, sending you a wink as you slip into the crowd, “good luck!”

Yeosang guides you in front of him once you locate the basement stairs. You’re thankful for all the brightness of the yellow rope lighting as you clamber down the sticky stairs. The music registers in your ears immediately.

“Oh my god, are we in 2012? Who the fuck is playing Booty Wurk?”

“Haven't you seen the new TikTok dance?”

“No.”

You and Yeosang descend the final layer of stairs just in time for the first chorus. Earning an eyeful of your childhood best friend with a cap low over his eyes, dancing in perfect sync with Wooyoung to the older R&B song.

Yeosang’s gasping face is a mirror of yours when you turn to him.

The two of you take up real estate on the stairs to watch their little show above the heads of the gathered college crowd.

You screech as the hip rolls start, and Yeosang shakes you as your two friends glide through the crowd. Dancing a path until Wooyoung is on his knees and you notice the person filming him. Wooyoung tugs the brim of his hat and slams the camera away.

The crowd screams, engulfing the boys in hugs and cheers. The two of you join in the cheers, before trying to get their attention.

“WOO! YUNHO!” You shout, waving your hands.

Yunho’s head snaps up and a grin fills his face as he comes to scoop you off the stairs in a spinning hug.

“You made it!” His smile widens when he sets you down.

“Yea, yea no big deal” you wave his excitement off.

“I want you to meet someone, where did he go…” Yunho breaks off as he scans the room.

“Can I least get a drink off before you start forcing socialization on me?”

Your pre-hookup jitters have made a reappearance, and you’re secretly wishing you had snuck off to get high with Hongjoong instead.

He laughs, “ok, ok. Woo? Yeo?”

Their heads pop up and they push away from their perches against the wall where they had been reviewing the dance video, to join you. The four of you weave through bodies to the fraternity's wet bar.

Yunho sets to work mixing up some drinks when another T-Pain song scratches across the speakers, and Wooyoung shouts in delight as the whole crowd starts singing offkey to Buy U A Drank.

Your best friend shakes his head laughing to himself.

“What?”

“I know where he is now,” Yunho wags his brows at you as he passes a cup to you and one to Yeosang, who is watching the screaming crowd with confused curiosity.

“I can’t see anything!” You turn to Yunho, as he takes a sip of his drink regarding you over the rim with mischievous eyes.

He taps the bar counter, “hop up here.”

He sets his cup down on the other side and lifts you into the counter before you have time to think.

A small circle has formed around three people. In the center is a guy with dyed silver hair, shaggy and falling across his eyes.

“That’s Song Mingi,” Yunho smirks up at you.

Ahhh, mystery fratboy finally has a name.

You roll your eyes back at him, as if hadn’t been sending you propaganda of his high school friend the last two weeks leading up to the party.

Both of you turn back to the dancers, and you take a big gulp of your drink as he starts body rolling along with the others. The exception is- his gyrations are ridiculously fluid putting the other two dancers to shame.

“Fine, he’s cute” you yield, and Yunho leans into the side of your legs with a triumphant laugh.

“He’s more than cute, he has perfect proportions,” Yunho takes another sip of his drink before turning his face to yours, “still wanna test him out for me?” Yunho whispers against your cheek, his hand giving your knee a squeeze.

Your eyes couple briefly before yours drift to Yunho’s smiling lips, and you grant him a nod and a quick peck.

“He has to fuck well with moves like that,” Wooyoung tugs on Yeosang’s arm, and the other guy rolls his eyes.

“Wait, why is everyone confused whether Mingi is good in bed or not?”

Your question goes unanswered. Leaving you vaguely worried that you’ve been roped into popping someone’s cherry. But Yunho wouldn't do that to you.

Would he?

“That’s the one?” Yeosang questions you and Yunho, to which you both nod.

Yeosang purses his lips surveying the dance moves, he himself is not interested in the same shenanigans as Yunho and Wooyoung. He had simply come to grab a free drink and deliver you to Yunho.

Or take you home if you weren’t feeling up to it.

“He does have pretty proportions,” Yeosang nods, mutually agreeing with Yunho.

Wooyoung slaps Yeosang across the chest, “Mingi has pretty everything you should see his-”

“Agh.”

Yeosang slaps his hand over Wooyoung’s mouth, face contorted in disgust at the oversharing.

“Do I want to know?” You query Yunho.

“I honestly have no idea, Mingi still hasn’t been with a guy to my knowledge or hooked up with anyone since he transferred.”

Oh, maybe that’s why everyone’s so unsure if he’s good in bed or not.

“We went skinny dipping!”

Wooyoung rolls his eyes while stealing a sip of your drink.

“Ahhh…” Yunho wags his eyebrows, “with San?”

Wooyoung sends Yunho a glare at the mention of Yunho’s opposing frat president, “San stood guard.”

Yunho and Wooyoung appear to be having an argument with their eyes, one that you and Yeosang have apparently not been clued in on. As Yeosang looks at you with confused brows and you shrug in response.

It's time to diffuse this before it escalates.

“I really need to meet this DJ.”

You steal your cup back from Wooyoung as another 2000’s club hit comes on.

“Oh, it's just Seonghwa! He wants to see you both,” Wooyoung’s festering mood quickly dissolves as he turns to lead the way to the makeshift DJ booth.

“Just Hwa,” You and Yeosang share a secret smile.

Yeosang had developed a small crush on the upperclassman, something about his eyebrows.

You slip off the counter and Yunho’s lips brush your ear, “that’s your other surprise.”

“Mine or Yeosang’s?”

You laugh lightly, nudging Yeosang in front of you.

By the time you shuffle through all the bodies Mingi is also waiting at the booth. Chatting eagerly to Seonghwa, who is in full alter ego, DJ Mito gear.

Wooyoung excitedly begins to introduce you and Yeosang when Mingi blurts out, “the one that needs to get laid.”

“To clarify, that is not me,” Yeosang raises his hand in earnest.

All of you laugh at both of their honesty. Mingi flushes suddenly dissolving into a giant puppy in front of you, staring at his shoes.

Oh, now this you can definitely work with.

“Well, it’s true.” You shrug, “and you’re the one that’s been selected to take care of that situation for me?”

Mingi looks shyly at you under his brow top teeth worrying his bottom lip before he gives a nod.

You stifle a groan and take a sip of your drink, or more accurately, down it.

Seonghwa’s attention turns back to mixing the music, one ear if his headphones off to listen to your group to the best of his multitasking capability.

Yunho’s laughs and bumps Mingi with his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, she doesn't bite…that hard.”

He teases, draping an arm across Mingi’s shoulders. You clock how Mingi leans eagerly into Yunho’s touch.

Interesting.

Yeosang catches your observing, raising his eyebrows at you to gather your attention.

“You good?” Yeosang mouths and you nod in return, eyes flicking to Seonghwa but Yeosang shakes his head in dismissal.

“Next time,” you mouth back at him and his cheeks flush.

“Yeo come dance with me!”

Wooyoung tugs on Yeosang’s hands, sloshing punch everywhere.

Yeosang rolls his eyes in tender annoyance, “after I wash this off my hands.”

“I’ve got a couple of towels,” Seonghwa tosses one to Yeosang, as Wooyoung snatches the cup to chug the remnants of his drink.

“There! Now let's dance.”

Woo bounces as Yeosang purposely takes his time in drying himself off.

Your eyes flit back to Yunho, who is whispering something to Mingi as Yeosang delicately dabs his hands with the towel. Yunho turns to kiss your temple before collecting a needy Wooyoung, a reluctant Yeosang and pushing Mingi towards you.

“Take care of her Mingles.”

Before you have time to object, three of your friends melt into the crowd and Seonghwa sends you a conspiratorial wink.

Mingi looks up at you from under his bangs, “wanna dance?”

You flash him a startled smile and nod, pulling his hands from his pockets and slinking through the crowd together to a little spot on the floor.

Through the forest of arms, you see Yeosang and Wooyoung with arms draped across each other's shoulders, foreheads touching and hips undulating to the beat. Yunho dances behind them with a mutual friend from a sorority, his eyes find yours and he wags his brows as if he was smirking with his eyes.

Mingi’s hands switch from shy to confident as he turns you to face him, slotting you over his leg and fingers biting softly into your hips. You laugh warmly at his boldness and loop your arms around his neck and roll in time with him. He beams down at you.

“What?” You tilt your head in question.

“Should have known that all of Yunho’s friends can dance.”

Mingi’s hands drift up your back to spin you around, facing away from him.

“I hardly call this dancing,” you call above the music.

His laugh rumbles against your spine and you let him press his front into your backside, your ass molding into the cavern of his hips. Allowing your head to drop back onto his shoulder, swaying your body in tandem with Mingi’s, as his hands skim across the front of your hips.

You make it through three songs, dazedly watching your friends through the crowd. Yunho’s fellow Greek friend has disappeared. He and Yeosang have sandwiched Wooyoung in a slow grind to the current song. Yunho keeps stealing reassuring glances at you and Mingi between the gyrating field of bodies.

Eventually you lose sight of them, sinking into the pleasant hum of your head and thrum of your body. A combination of the bass from Seonghwa’s music and the drink Yunho had mixed for you.

Mingi’s thumb skims under the hem of your top to stroke your stomach, causing your movements to stutter a little bit as he tentatively presses your clothed pussy into his thigh from behind.

“Hi.” Mingi breathes caging you in, “do you want to go upstairs where it is quieter?”

You tilt your head, “eager to get started already?” you tease.

“Something like that,” he nibbles his bottom lip again, waiting for your consenting nod before taking your hand and guiding you back towards the stairs.

On your way up to Mingi’s room you catch sight of Yunho making out with Wooyoung, while Yeosang taps away on his phone ignoring the pair.

A feat which you found so difficult that it causes you to miss a step and fall against Mingi.

Wooyoung is perched on the bar with Yunho between his legs, devouring one another. But that isn’t what causes your stuttering footwork on the stairs, it's Wooyoung’s pretty hands drifting down to clench equal handfuls of Yunho’s ass.

“Are you okay?”

Mingi’s voice snaps you out of your gaping, his warm eyes calling you back to him.

You give him a quick smile, “I will be in a minute.”

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This is how you ended up in your current position, sprawled under the massive man named Mingi. He hadn’t even kissed you yet and your blood was already racing each time he looks up at you from under his lashes.

“Are you still okay with this?” His fingertips stroke your cheek.

You nod your mouth parting as his thumb presses into your bottom lip. Mingi’s resolve was lost when the tip of your tongue flicked against the pad of his finger, a soft moan escaping him before pressing his lips to yours.

The two of you quickly find a dance of lips, teeth and tongue. Mingi licks eagerly into your mouth, almost stealing your air with how hard he sucks on your tongue. You nibble his bottom lip in response. The two of you shudder against each other, gasping for air before diving right back into ravaging one another's mouths.

You let your hands explore his body, over the loose black tee he has tucked into the matching pants. Pulling it loose so that you can trail your fingers up the soft skin of his spine.

Mingi nudges your nose with his, signaling you to tilt your head so that he could get more access. Your pelvis rocks up into his when he sucks your tongue, and he rolls back. A ghost of the moves you had seen earlier.

You tuck your hands into his fluffy faded hair and tug at the nape. Mingi moans low and deep into the back of your throat, the vibrations sending your nipples hard. As if he knew, his hand skidded up to squeeze a breast through your shirt and bra. You nip at his lip in response.

He chuckles low, pulling back to meet your gaze, “do you even know my name?”

“Mingi,” you whisper, and you watch how his pupils dilate in response.

Fueling your next assault, looping your arms around his neck and craning up to kiss each side of his jaw, “Song.”

A kiss to his cheek, “Mingi.”

Lastly, a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Mingi growls and the two of you begin frantically shedding your clothing, as soon as you are naked, he lifts you up the bed to rest against the pillows. He reclines back on his heels, the swell in his boxers looking dangerously bigger than you had anticipated.

“Still want to do this?”

Mingi laughs huskily at your consistently eager nod.

“I’ll go slow,” His voice oozes with reassurance.

You swallow and meet his eyes, sprawled before him like the last dinner, completely nude and exposed. His fingertips dimple into the top of your knees as he drinks you in.

Mingi slowly opens your knees, still testing you for any signs of push back or rejection of consent. You feel your timidness subside when Mingi’s eyes locked eyes with the swell of your pussy, when he couldn’t contain his tongue from flicking out to lick his lips.

Mingi reaches out to run his middle finger firmly down the slick valley of your folds, causing your hips to jerk as he bumps over tender the nerves of your clit.

“Sensitive?”

He looks up at you from under his lashes again, and it takes everything in you to not squeeze your thighs shut and moan

“Yea,” you huff.

“It’s been a while and even then, my ex was always too tired to take care of my needs.”

“Of course he was,” Mingi let out a sarcastic laugh as he thrust two fingers inside you.

You gasp clutching the sheets, hips chasing his hand on their own accord.

“Are you okay?” He asks, gaze rising with the roll of your body until he meets your eyes, “I need to loosen you up a bit, so I don’t hurt you.”

You give a tight nod, breathing deeply through your nose as tendrils of arousal begin to spread their roots as he starts working his fingers. Your body is so keyed up from lack of intimate touch that you’re dousing his hand in what feels like seconds.

“Just relax and enjoy yourself.”

Mingi curls his fingers against the front wall of your cunt and his thumb lazily circles your clit as you pump your hips against his hand in blatant desperation. Chasing the foreign feeling of someone else bringing you to orgasm.

Coming so fast, that you grind your teeth together and clutch his brawny forearm as your body bows off the bed. The first orgasm coasting over you, like your first gasp of air.

Mingi moans at the sight of you and adds another finger, extending your orgasm until you’re trying to roll over to escape it. His other hand pins you to the bed by your thigh. You’re affixed, watching Mingi as he watches you with parted lips. Your hips meeting his thrusting hand and you convulse again. Mingi groans, his hand on your thigh tightening.

“Mingi-Mingi, ngh,” you claw at his arm as you feel the release gush around his fingers.

“That’s enough, I like it a little rough. Please, I want to feel you.”

You’re tugging his wrist and drawing your hips away. Mingi leans forward with a soft huff, brushing his lips against yours before grabbing a condom from the windowsill.

You stare at the sight above you, his rippling abdomen, the impulsive thoughts winning and you raked a hand gently down his stomach. He tenses in response and goose bumps erupt across his chest.

You drag your nails down the divide of his muscles slipping beneath the soft fabric of his fitted boxers and tilt your head back to meet his watchful eyes.

“You’re so soft.”

Mingi lets out a surprised laugh at your compliment, his head dropping to your shoulder.

“Would you like to keep touching me, or me to get started?” He whispers, lips kissing your earlobe.

You tuck your toes into the sides of his boxers and tug them down as a response. Mingi raises an eyebrow at you.

“My ex wasn’t always sex repulsed by me.”

You shrug and Mingi dives to plant another soft kiss on your lips as your fingertips idly stroke his length. Your thumb tracing the pearl of precum around the tip.

“Careful Mingi, you’ll make me think this was all because of me.”

You return his kisses as he mutters an, “it is” against your lips.

A hand coming up to grasp your breast, “all for these and this,” his large hand cups your damp pussy as he sinks back onto his heels.

His thumb strokes your bottom lip, “and really for this mouth and that smile.”

Mingi groans when you nip the tip of his thumb. His teeth rip open the condom in his other hand and he wastes no time in rolling it over his intimidating erection.

“Ready for me?”

Suddenly the shyness washes over him again, he fists his length, hand lightly bracing on your thigh and you can’t stop another eager nod in response.

Mingi holds true to his promise of going slow, rubbing his sheathed erection over your wet folds until you’re begging him to stop. Cunt clenching around nothing, needing to feel the stretch you know he will bring. He grips your hips, eyebrows pinching together as he lines up at your entrance.

You gasp as the fat head of his tip breaks inside, your hips chasing his cock to seek more and Mingi complies with a grunt of his own. Sinking slowly into you, his long fingers spreading your lower lips open to make his leisurely dive smoother for the both of you.

Your lungs feel empty by the time he is fully seated inside of you. His arms slide under your shoulders to hold the nape of your neck as he rocks upwards into you. The movement stroking places you have never felt.

“Oh fuck-" you clutch at his bicep, “Mingi.”

He kisses you again, mouth just as eager as earlier, rolling his hips deep into you as his tongue glosses over yours. Mingi rocks with a controlled place as your body tightens on itself again. His mouth seeks out your breast, tongue laving at your nipple and you gasp as he grazes it with his teeth.

“You like it a little rough right?” He looks up at you as his mouth sucks your nipple behind his teeth.

You cry out a “yes!” at the sensation.

Mingi moans in response around your breast. His hands reach down to wrap your legs around his hips as he sinks impossibly deeper against you. Stretching your entrance with his thick base in a way that makes you lose anything left of your resolve.

You’re filled up entirely with him, it doesn’t take long until you feel the tension building in your core, your walls squeezing around him.

Mingi abandons his marking of your breast to watch you. Clutching his ass, thrusting frantically into his stilled movement as he presses upwards into you so that it’s focused against the sensitive ridges of your glory spot.

“Say my name,” Mingi grunts.

His hands bruise into the valley of where your hips meet your thighs.

“Mingi,” your strangled whine comes, as heat blooms up your neck and across your cheekbones.

He groans holding himself firm, hands gliding up your ribcage to give each of your breasts a synchronized squeeze.

“That’s it baby, use me all you want, this is about you.”

Mingi puffs out short pants, not unaffected by your movements either. Squeezing your breasts entirely with a pitchy whine of his own, as your legs shudder around his thighs.

“Mingi,” you beg and his hand slips to your jaw as your eyes flutter open to meet his.

Mingi’s lips connect with yours, tongues sweeping against each other. Until your head presses back into the pillow as your orgasm crests, as tight as his hand fisting the hair at the nape of your neck.

Mingi starts thrusting into you again, his lips parting, gazes fluttering open to meet and never leaving yours as he picks up speed. Drifting you through your second orgasm or the night.

“Shit,” Mingi grunts in response.

Hips lazily rolling into you, in a way you didn’t know was possible. The top of his pelvis rubbing deliciously against your swollen clit.

“Mingi-”

He moans, “louder.”

“Mingi!”

You cry out in pleasure, and he lets go of his controlled strokes. One final crushing kiss to your lips he reaches down and throws your legs over his shoulders. The two of you moan in unison as he swirls wide circles into your cunt.

“How could anyone ever leave this pussy alone?”

Mingi pins your knees to your shoulders, thrusting your breasts between them obscenely, his eyebrows converging at the sight of you, his breathing becoming ragged.

“Oh god baby,” he sinks his weight into you, stealing your air.

You gasp and tremble in bliss at the depth his dick has reached.

“Mingi,” you breathe.

He continues to rock in and out with half pulled strokes. Ensuring he continues to fill you up entirely, not wanting to miss an inch of your canal seizing around him at his inviting intrusion.

“You look so good like this,” his gaze slips up to meet yours.

Your eyes flick down to the folds of your stomach, your tits bulging between the bracket of your thighs and whimper as you watch Mingi pull almost completely out suddenly and press back in slowly.

Who the fuck is this kid?

“Let's just do this a couple of times, please.”

You give him half a nod. Too taken by watching him. Gasping in rapture each time his body shudders, as you squeeze around his tip when he matches it to the entrance of your pussy.

Your insides fighting each thrust back in, a budding feeling so intense you can barely hold your eyes open. Sharp sounds leaving your lips in little uhts and uhs. Nails embedding into the caps of his shoulders.

“Does it feel good?” Mingi huffs, sounding strained.

Finally.

“So good Mingi,” you whimper.

“You're so wet for me, fuck. Can you come again?”

You gasp a “yes!”

Mingi thrusts in, pressing his hips up into your clit again causing the orgasm to begin unfurling.

“Oh god” you whimper, “they keep coming.”

Mingi lets out a stutter of groans intermingled with a raspy laugh, when your cunt clamps down on him. His jaw tightens and you fall apart when he firmly wedges himself inside, hand coming up to press on your stomach. You cry out silently as he repeats the motion until he gets what he is seeking.

You spray the lower part of his stomach, the cute little swell that sits between the peaks of his hip bones and he lets a ragged breath at the sight of you ruined underneath him.

“Oh oh-oh,” you thrash as your legs try to straighten at the sensation.

“Fuck yes!”

Mingi’s resolve finally breaks, hooking his thumbs into the ditch of your knees and letting loose. Hips pounding against yours as the waves of your orgasm roll back to form a new crest. His face hovering above yours, eyes lowered to watch how you take him, and he groans, gaze lifting to meet your lidded one.

You clutch at the blankets, face titling and greeting Mingi’s lips sloppily as you pant into each other's mouths between haphazard kisses.

Your body’s connecting with wet laps and tight thrusts. His damp chest brushing your stiffened nipples in an opportune way that has you coming again. The hardest one of the night, from the multiple points of stimulation happening to your body.

Maybe the hardest one ever.

Mingi’s body jerks and he lets out a booming version of your name as your insides clench him, spilling his own release into the condom as your orgasm seizes his cock. You cry out louder than all your grunts and moans before.

He lets your legs go and they numbly butterfly open around his waist, as your body trembles under his continuous motions.

Mingi whispers your name in repetition as he tosses his head back, toned hips working the both of you through the aftershocks.

You open your eyes when the roaring in your ears subsides and Mingi’s are still closed, his forehead pressed to yours. One hand braced on the pillow beside your head and the other idly stroking your calf.

“Fuck,” he swallows loudly.

You let out a breathy laugh and his eyes flutter open, and slowly, while holding your gaze he shifts back. Kissing each of your thighs as he lowers them, hands spreading across the soft of your stomach and rubbing back down to your front of your hips

“Are you ok?”

“Yea, very ok.”

Mingi smiles scooting back to slowly pull out. You shudder as the warmth of your own release leaks out of you and Mingi moans.

“You came so hard,” his thumb circles your entrance causing your hips to lift off the bed and a lewd moan to escape you- “don’t move.”

Mingi removes his hand, slipping off the bed to remove the condom. Tying it in a knot and tossing it into the bin by his desk.

He returns to you, erection still bobbing as he looks down at you with those hungry, dragon eyes. Seeking treasure.

“Can I?”

His eyes flick to yours, tongue peeking out the corner of his lips.

“Can you what?”

You shuffle up on tired elbows and yelp as Mingi sends you right back flat, tugging you to the end of the bed as he lowers into a crouch.

“What do you think, can I clean you up?”

You shift up again, nodding a little shyly and Mingi grins devilishly before opening you wide to him again.

“I’ll make it worth the trouble for you.”

“Trouble for me-umph.”

The question dies in your throat. There is no kitten licking or test kisses, he dives right in mouth suctioned to your dripping core. Sucking licking and moaning into the sensitive flesh.

“Oh fuck, Mingi!”

Your head drops between your shoulders as his hands wrap around the tops of your thighs, his nose bumping your clit with the passionate way he’s devouring your pussy.

“What happened to the bashful guy downsta-ah,” you break off into a wail.

Mingi moans as you shudder, undeniably leaking more arousal into his waiting mouth, you grasp at his hand, and he takes hold of your fingertips as the other sinks into his hair and he groans into your cunt when you pull.

“Mingi!”

Shamelessly rubbing your pelvis into his face as the tension starts to tighten again. Your brain is on fire with the feeling of his mouth on you, in combination with the pleasant ache in your core where he had just been. It’s all too much, and all too good at the same time.

“Mingi, Mingi, Mingi,” you chant softly, “oh Mingi!”

He laps at you again and again in a way either of you can’t seem to get enough of by the telltale way he’s got a crushing grasp on your thighs as if his broad shoulders aren’t enough to keep you open to him. Mingi groans into your cunt, tongue flexing inside your entrance. Just as you're climaxing nicely you feel his teeth graze your clit.

Stars explode, never in your life had you felt your vision go dark and white at the same time. You cry out so strangely that you don’t even recognize your own voice. Your spine arching until the band snaps and sends you collapsing back against the bed, wheezing for air.

“Too much?”

You feel rather than see Mingi leave a kiss to your sex swollen pussy.

“What-what, the fuck was that?”

He huffs a laugh through his nose, “told you I’d make it worth it.”

Mingi slips from between your thighs and the bed sags on either side of your ribs, his lower half cloaking yours with welcome warmth as your eyes finally regain their ability to open.

You touch his cheek, gazing at him with newfound admiration, “who taught you to fuck like this?”

Mingi laughs and lowers his eyes almost bashfully, you groan. His intermittent shyness will no doubt be the death of you, and Yunho.

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“Hey baby, we are going to miss breakfast if you don’t wake up.”

Mingi’s deep timbre melodiously sweeps into your dreamless sleep.

You groan, stretching around his body that’s sitting next to you on the bed. Eyes drifting open to find a much more scholarly version of the demon that turned your body into the aching, sated mess it is now.

“Are those real?”

Mingi touches the wire frame of his glasses, laughing shyly.

“Yea.”

“Mmm, so cute,” you pull him down for a kiss.

Mingi moans into your moan and suddenly your body isn’t so sore anymore. Hands drifting to the open collar of the buttons on his henley.

“Come on, our friends are waiting for us to head to breakfast.”

You groan in protest, kissing his neck.

“I could eat you for breakfast.”

Mingi moans low, his hand supporting your neck in a way that tells you he’s as close to giving up on food as you are, but his growling stomach makes you stop. His cheeks and ears turn pink

He retrieves a t-shirt and sweats that had been sitting at the foot of the bed, “picked you some of my stuff so you don’t have to do the walk of shame.”

“Careful, I might develop a little crush on a thoughtful guy like you.”

He nuzzles you again, “get dressed please, I want to eat and then come back and have you again. If that’s ok with you?”

Mingi pulls back to meet your gaze, puppy eyes on full display. Internally you’re crumbling into a swooning pile of nothing.

Fuck.

“Yes, please.” You peck him on the lips before climbing out from under his covers.

Mingi sits back against the headboard and watches you slip into the clothes he’s lending you. His eyes furrowed in thought.

“Why didn’t you just hook up with Yunho?” Mingi asks from his sprawled position on the bed, taking a swig of the water he’d put on the nightstand for you.

“Because Yunho and I never have sex without a third,” You tug his shirt down, “and he wanted me fuck you first, before he takes you or us to bed.”

You laugh as Mingi sputters and chokes on the water, his cheeks flaming.

You climb into his lap completely dressed, “not that you really needed a test run in my opinion.”

“Does that mean, all of us…together?”

You bite back a moan as Mingi looks at you with the widest puppy eyes you never knew he could display.

You raise an eyebrow, “are you trying to convince me to skip breakfast?”

“Breakfast first, we'll need our energy.”

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college au - poly 2jung x reader where yunwoo lost a drinking game and had to make out and they get really into it bc their pretty gf is so fun to tease and rile up 😣

they don't care that their friends are watching but they love how you're watching them too 😌

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three peas in a pod

yunwoo x chubby!reader; amusement park date

this was inspired by this idea; as i am that perfect height to fit into wooyoung and i go nuts seeing yunwoo hugging like that:

the way wooyoung fits so perfectly into yunho, how he can place his head directly into yunhos neck and snuggle him so perfectly, like they were made for each other, like puzzle pieces; well you fit into wooyoung just as well. you so perfectly meld to him like you were made for each other, like puzzle pieces. so yunho can fit behind you and your in a perfect little sandwich, full of love and warmth, the three of you together like so, completes a perfect puzzle.

a/n: also the car scene/concept of having y/n in the passenger seat is inspired by another writers post, i cant find it now, but they mentioned it in the sense y/n is always in the middle, they're never left alone. also sorry this took so long to post. i had made a poll to ask how to end it and then i put off writing it, and then editing it, but theres really no good excuse, sorry! and this might be one of my longest to date. please give feedback!

tw: smut (although its a bit of a slow burn, theres a lot at the end), oral, fingering, piv, dvp, dirty talk, sickeningly sweet nicknames/pet names too many to list but main ones are princess, doll/babydoll, baby. mentions of weight insecurities, angry woo, idky but i mention pee a few times, not in a sexual way but its brought up more then anything else i've ever read, fear of rollercoasters and riding one. let me know if i missed anything!

also take a shot every time i mention yunhos 'beautiful neck'. 😜

nothing written is fact or is to be taken too seriously. most writings may contain sexual themes so no minors, although i cannot control what you read, but please know not all sexual writings, experiences or things you see are not always correct or standard. you are responsible for what you consume!

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the three of you had been together for a long time. you grew up with and were best friends with yunho since childhood. when he went to school for dance he met wooyoung, and you three quickly became inseparable. and after only 2 years of friendship with woo, the three of you fell into an easy and loving, romantic relationship.

sure it was unconventional, but you all didn't care and even showed the world how healthy a throuple could be. of course you still got stares, and the comments about your weight, especially next to two tall, slim, and handsome men, but they always reassured you. you were perfect to them, to not listen to others and you have more value then just your looks. although you were the most gorgeous and sexy person in the whole world to them. you were their everything and they couldn't imagine their life without you, nor could you imagine yours without them.

you've been together now for several years, but as life does, it often got too busy and there could be days or even weeks you would only see each other in brief passings and could only exchange swift 'i love you's and chaste kisses. of course you lived together and shared a massive bed but it was still only short moments you'd be with either or, or both. you would go to bed and wake at all different times. all three of your love languages was quality time, yours and woos being physical touch as well, so when these times came up and you couldn't have that, you all got antsy.

this month had been one of those times. between work and some volunteer work you did, you had hardly seen your boys. and a local amusement park that came around every year that you would always go to, was soon closing for the season. the three of you had made it tradition to go when it came in town, but you had gotten so busy you barely even registered it was even there. the boys knew if you missed it, you would be sad and deeply disappointed. so they had contacted your work and volunteering work to get you a few days off. they offered a week vacation because of how good you had been doing, they also knew you needed to take some time off. you always worked too hard.

so when your boss and supervisors let you know you had the next week off you were elated. you didn't know why, but you weren't about to ask questions. you came home from that days work smiling ear to ear, thankful you could sleep in the next day. the boys had also taken some time off their respective jobs so you could all spend the week snuggled up together and catching up. so when they arrived home shortly after you they beamed at the smile on your face.

'what are you so happy for, darling?' wooyoung asked as he slid up next to you on the couch, wrapping his arms around your waist and began kissing up your neck and all over your face.

when you could speak after the giggles caused by wooyoungs affection died down, you answered, 'i have the next week off from both jobs! if you two have any free time, i can spend it with you!'

'oh we know,' yunho spoke from where he stood watching you and wooyoung fondly, his arms behind his back as if hiding something, 'we asked for you to have time off, we got some time off as well, princess!' he said, trying to contain his own excitement, 'we're going to spend every minute together!' he spoke as he approached the couch and revealed some bags of takeout from your favorite restaurant.

you jumped out of wooyoungs arms to jump into yunhos. he quickly placed down the bags just in time to catch you and squeeze you in tightly. you felt his smile pressed to the side of your head. he began to press kisses to your head and trail them down your face leading to your lips. you kissed him back just as passionately and with an equally huge smile on your face.

'thank you so much, my love,' you said against his lips.

'hey it was mostly my idea, and i did most of the planning!' wooyoung exclaimed as he came up behind you and wrapping his arms around you where yunhos weren't, sandwiching you between them as you loved most. he pressed his face to your head and took a deep sniff, he loved to smell your hair, and always made sure you had enough of your favourite shampoo.

'yes, thank you, too, my precious kitten!' you leaned your head back to speak against his cheek. you felt his smile grow and you smiled back while giving his warm cheek kisses. this was heaven and you never wanted to leave this moment. between the two men you loved most in the world and who loved you back just as much and unconditionally. you were so at peace in their arms, their heads on either side of yours, gently squishing your cheeks.

yunho eventually broke the peace, 'we have to eat the food before it gets cold.' he said, muffled by your hair and neck he was still nuzzled into.

'yeah, we need to eat to get to bed quickly cause we have a full day tomorrow!' wooyoung chimed in. slightly leaning away to look at you.

'youngie i wanna relax' you whined with a pout.

'trust me you'll love it and have so much fun!' he said just before kissing your pout away. 'and the rest of the week is relaxing stuff, and a few days of just couch or bed rotting if you want!'

you let out a deep sigh and said 'okay, if you say so. thank you youngie!' he beamed at you as you leaned up to kiss him again. yunho quietly starts pecking your face, a silent ask for kisses as well. you happily turned to face him and place some kisses on his soft lips. wooyoung also kept kissing your face. you began to giggle into your kiss with yunho, from the gentle tickling of woos lips and just how silly and elated you felt. the boys caught your silly and started to laugh with you.

'okay, okay lets eat now.' you said, trying to gently push them away. they did let you go and you three went to set yourselves up to eat.

you enjoyed your meal and caught up on a few episodes of a drama you watched together. you eventually got sleepy so you all got ready and went to bed. it was almost hard to go to sleep with the excitement of tomorrow bubbling inside you, but the warmth of your two boys on either side of you eventually lulled you to a peaceful dreamland.

the next morning you were awoken by wooyoung kissing your face.

'youngie please.' you begged through giggles.

'what? i cant kiss my most beautiful, wonderful, amazing, delicious, stunning, beautiful soul, giant hearted, pure, and precious girlfriend awake?' he said all in one breath. 'i'm just trying to show my appreciation!' he immediately went back to kissing all over your face.

'ahhh woo please your gonna make me pee the bed!' you exclaimed through laughs, trying to catch your breath.

he then began to actually tickle you around your tummy and under your arms. your laughter increased tenfold and it took everything to hold the contents of your bladder. you tried to get his hands off you, he was laughing maniacally and attacking you everywhere.

through gasps and breath taking laughs you yelled out your safeword 'cedar' wooyoung immediately stopped and said 'sorry love'

you sat up wiping away tears from your eyes, just catching your breath. 'its okay woo' you leaned in to give him a quick kiss. 'i was just afraid i'd pee the bed.'

yunho who had been in the kitchen and heard the commotion and your safeword, burst in the room at that moment. he gave wooyoung a whack on the head with the ladle he was holding then looked to you.

'you okay sweetie?' he said with genuine concern in his eyes.

'yes yuyu, i'm okay.' you reassured him as you stood up from the bed to give him a kiss as well.

'you didn't need to hit me so hard though!' wooyoung whined from his pouty position on the bed, hand rubbing at the spot yunho hit.

'sorry, woo, you know i hate it when she uses the safeword! you take things too far sometimes.' he spoke gently, and leaned down to kiss wooyoungs head as an a apology.

'i know, i know, i'm sorry' he continued to whine but also quickly turned his head up to capture yunhos lips in an apologetic kiss. yunho smiled into woos lips and kissed him back. they exchanged a few more quick kisses as you watched. you felt so lucky to have two gorgeous boyfriends that also loved each other so dearly.

once they parted yunho leaned over to you and gave you some good morning kisses. you happily kissed him back.

'good morning princess,' he spoke against your lips, you smiled at the pet name. 'youngie and i made a big breakfast for you, wash up and come eat.'

you nodded and hummed in agreement, walking away from the two, towards the attached bathroom to get ready. they left to the kitchen to continue preparing the breakfast.

you used the toilet and washed up your face. you got dressed but didn't know if it would be appropriate for whatever wooyoung had prepared, but figured you could change if need be.

you went to the kitchen and was greeted by some wonderful smells. the table was set and full of your favorite breakfast items. you didn't know, even though the three of you could eat a lot, if you'd be able to finish all this, it was too much.

'ohh my precious boys!' you exclaimed, 'this is beyond wonderful, but isn't it too much?'

'no! definitely not! nothings too much for myyyy snookums!' wooyoung proclaimed, as he came up to you to give you a tight squeeze. you giggled at his silliness and hugged him back.

yunho, who had been finishing up putting out items on the table, then came up behind you to join the hug, completing your perfect hug sandwich. you relished in the warmth and joy radiating from them. but wooyoung needed his day to go as planned.

'okay we need to eat, so we can get this day going,' he said as he ushered you and yunho to your seats patting both your butts, 'after breakfast i'll let you know a bit of the plan but most is a secret!' he said, while bringing his finger to his lips in a secret motion and giggling.

'okay, fine. but i still think this is a bit too much.' you reiterated while settling in in your usual spot between them, taking in the wide spread of food. your small dining table was nearly over flowing, plates and bowls strategically placed.

'even if we don't finish it we can save it for later, it wont go to waste.' yunho reassured you, taking your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

'yes, yes, i know.' you sighed as you began to pick a few dishes to start with.

soon enough the three of you settled into your usual eating peace, only a few words exchanged as you filled your bellies. once you had gotten your fill, woo quickly started cleaning up, his mouth still full.

'yah finish chewing at least.' yunho scolded woo through his own mouthful.

'we have to go! we have an hour to get to the place and then lots to do there!' woo excitedly explained, continuing to clean up.

you got up to help him and asked, 'where are we going by the way?'

wooyoung finally swallowed what was in his mouth before speaking, 'firstly i would normally say you don't need to help, especially since this week is about pampering you, but i want to clean up quickly and go,' he spoke quickly, still moving and gathering dishes, yunho then also got up to help, 'second, my beautiful, wonderful, most precious, princess, baby doll,' he finally stopped to grab your hands in his and look you in the eye, 'we're going to the amusement park! its leaving after this week, so we're spending the whole day there. i have a basic plan for what rides and things to do but we can mostly follow the vibe, or whatever you want to do!' he beamed at you, his beautiful blinding smile taking over his face.

you couldn't believe you had forgotten about the amusement park, you were stunned that that's what he had planned for and just stared at him with your jaw open. 'ohh woo' you softly spoke as tears welled in your eyes. they quickly blurred your vision and spilled over. you dropped your head to his chest and brought your arms to wrap around his waist weakly. he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pressed his face against your head, cooing at you and rubbing your back.

'ohh baby' he spoke tenderly, 'its okay, these are happy tears right?'

you nodded against his neck, tears still streaming down your face. you hadn't done your makeup yet and you were glad you hadn't. you didn't know why you were crying so much, a combination of the surprise plans the boys made, some pent up stress of life and just pure love for your boys was your guess. continuing to sob on wooyoung, you felt his shoulders shake in laughter, a hand leaving your back to point and laugh.

'why are you crying now?!' he exclaimed at yunho.

'you know when she crys, i cry!' yun chokes out.

'ohh my sweet yuyu!' you cry out as you leave woos arms to go to yunhos arms. he gladly pressed you into him, now crying into your hair. you did your best to still your tears enough so you could look up at him. the poor boys nose was now red from the sudden release of emotions and his ears tinged pink in embarrassment. you reached up to cup his face and use your thumbs to wipe away the tears.

'its okay, like i said its happy tears, baby. don't cry now. look, noonas stopped now.' you didn't often use the honorific, though you were three years older then the boys, early in the relationship you agreed you were all equal and didn't need them. it was rare any of you pulled it out, mostly in teasing or professional matters.

'yes noona' he giggled, as the tears stopped and he leaned down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. you returned the kiss gladly, smiling into it.

'as cute as you two are, can we finish cleaning up now.' wooyoung said, now pressing himself into your back.

'yes sir.' both you and yunho answered him. you all burst into laughter, but quickly returned to cleaning up.

soon enough most of the kitchen was clean, at this point wooyoung told you to finish getting ready as the two of them finished the cleaning. you obliged, going to get your makeup on. you decided to change what you were wearing as well. what you had originally put on was fine but you decided, since it was warm and you wanted to reward your boys with some eye candy, to put on their favorite milkmaid dress. a light pink and floral pattern, it flowed to about your mid calves and a slit ran up one leg to the top of your thigh. you also liked this dress, as it showed off the curves you liked very well. and you loved how wild it drove them.

you finished up your hair and light makeup and picked out some appropriate shoes, comfy but went well with the dress. you went to meet the boys at the door, as they had called out a moment before that they were ready. when you got to your entry way and the boys turned to you, both their mouths dropped. you giggled at them, and slyly brought your knee through the slit to show off your leg.

'you like what you see?' you said in a mock sultry tone, knowing full well they wanted to ravish you right then and there.

'fuck.' wooyoung groaned out.

yunho, behind him had turned bright red, from the top of his head, all the way down his neck and you were sure all across his chest and shoulders. if he didn't let the embarrassment take over and the blood rush to his head, it would've rushed to his dick instead, you were sure.

'baby doll,' woo let out a heavy breath, 'why'd you have to wear that one.' he groaned again as he approached you. he brought his hands to your hips, lightly rubbing up an down. he could feel where your panty line was and he traced it with nimble fingers. you smirked as the realization graced his features.

'and she's wearing that pretty little thong!' he exclaimed as he started to grope at your ass, and mouth at your neck, lust starting to take over him. 'you harlot!' he growled into your ear.

you cackled at his words as he continued to let his hands roam over your body. yunho cleared his throat and shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the dirty thoughts.

'i don't know why she wore our favorite dress but we have plans woo, c'mon.' yunho urged. 'we can ravish her after.'

'its supposed to be a reward for making these plans for me, for taking a week to focus on me.' you said through a small pout, as you removed wooyoung from you and readjusted your dress.

'well right now it feels like a punishment! now we're going to be distracted all day.' wooyoung said as his arm snaked around your waist again but now leading you out the door.

'i'm sorry, i can change?' you said half heartedly.

'no!' both men shouted, yunho locking your apartment door behind him.

'shhhh!' you gave both of them a gentle swat on their shoulders, 'quiet in the hallways!'

you all quietly giggled as you made your way to the car park.

getting to your shared car you got in your usual seats. yunho driving, you in the passenger seat and wooyoung in the middle of the back. they didn't want you to be alone so they always made sure wherever you seated, one of them was next to you. you learned early on not to argue with this, so you often just pushed or leaned your seat back and held woos hand and he would lean forward to meet your face to talk to you easier. yunho often rested a hand on your thigh, this time he had far more access with the slit of your dress, so he gave gentle squeezes and mindlessly drew patterns in your skin.

as you leaned your seat back to look at woo, you asked 'so can i know any of your plan?'

'well i guess,' he sighed dramatically, 'there's a few rides we can start with.' he continued to list them off. 'but we need to fit in that roller coaster you promised you would ride last year before dinner!' he gave you a pointed look.

'ohh woo, nooooo, why'd you remember? i cant wooyoungie, nooo!' you half heartedly whine, over exaggerating your distaste for the terrorizing roller coaster that you had never rode before. it was the biggest and scariest one, it took a lot to get you on the easiest one, let alone that one. you had promised woo you would ride it the next year, after some drinks and his promise of bedroom activities.

yunho laughed and patted your leg, 'no, you don't have to princess.' he reassured you.

'she does, she promised!' woo exclaimed.

'c'mon woo don-'

'no i promised,' you cut yunho off, 'i should at least try it once. just remind me to pee beforehand.' you sighed in defiance, 'but why before dinner?'

'you don't want to go on many rides, especially that one after eating, do you?' he said, reaching his face over to place a kiss on your cheek.

you hummed in agreement. 'okay so what's the plan for dinner and after?' you turned your head to give him a quick kiss on the lips.

'well there's a nice place not far from the park we'll go to, then after we can do some other activities in the park and maybe some more rides a bit later in the evening.'

'sounds good. is there any new games, do you know?' you asked, you liked to play them for the fun of it, but the boys got competitive and especially so when there was a prize you wanted. you didn't even have to say you wanted it, they knew the look you got when you liked something. you'd often end up with more plushies, toys and other prizes then you knew what to do with.

'i heard of a few new ones, and some nicer prizes this year!' yunho answered you. you could both see in his eyes and hear in his voice the excitement he had. he loved the games the most, both of them were competitive, but while wooyoung does anything in his power to get you something, yunho does his best to perfect the game, to truly beat it. as long as they didn't get too into it and get genuinely angry, you enjoyed watching them play the ones you couldn't or didn't want to play.

with that, the three of you fell into a comfortable quiet. speaking every now and then, catching up on a few things, but mostly enjoying the presence of each other and the quiet while you had it, it was going to be noisy and crowded at the amusement park.

when you arrived and parked wooyoung let you know he had pre ordered the tickets, and just needed to get the bracelet passes at the entrance. when you received them you realized they were the all access passes, they were really spoiling you today. the passes could let you jump some lines and some of the food stands you could get free snacks, and play some rounds of games for free.

'wooyoung you really didn't need to get these passes.' you whined halfheartedly to him as he attached the bracelet to your wrist, and giving the back of your hand a kiss.

'i said before, there's nothing too much for our princess,' he grabbed your face between his hands, squishing your cheeks, as he said the next part, 'and i better not hear any more complaints about this being too much.' he said half sternly, his face scrunched in mock anger.

'okay' your response muffled by his squishing, but he nodded and pecked your pursed lips in satisfaction that you got it.

he released your face, 'as long as i can spoil you back someday.'

he sighed as he took one of your hands, yunhos hand already interlaced with your other hand, and you began walking through the entrance of the park, 'you don't have to, we don't need it, just seeing you happy is enough for us. but i guess if you really wanna do something, if it'll make you happy, then sure.'

'yes it would.' you pouted back at him, 'i mean especially with what i have in mind.' you gave a sly smirk and raised an eyebrow.

'don't make promises you cant keep, sweetheart.' he bumped your hip with his own, playfully, but you bumped yunho unintentionally anyway.

'okay you two, lets behave ourselves, we're in public.' yunho scolded the both of you. he then led you to the closest ride, a simple teacup ride.

although it was a simple ride, the way the boys did it made it ten times more fun. you would sit between them and they would do the work of spinning the cup. with both of them spinning it, it went impossibly fast. you would be tossed up against one of them and laughing your head off, all of you laughing your asses off. woo would also sometimes try to change trajectory, making the dizziness worse.

by the time the ride stopped you couldn't breathe through your laughter. yunho had to help you stand and get down from the ride, the world was still spinning too much. once you were on solid ground he stood in front of you holding your arms as you continued to giggle and wobble. wooyoung had leaned himself against you, also still laughing and regaining his balance. somehow yunho still seemed stable, as he supported both of you, giggling and watching you both fondly.

if this was just the start of the day, you knew it would be an amazing day.

after many more rides and some other activities, it was soon lunch time and your bellies were letting you know.

'is anyone else as hungry as i am?' yunho asked the both of you. the three of you were sat on a bench, resting after a thrilling ride. yunhos arm was slung behind your shoulders, resting on the bench. wooyoung was on your other side, holding your hand and resting his head on your shoulder, and basically squishing you against yunho, even though there was more then enough room. you enjoyed it regardless, resting your cheek atop woos head.

'yes!' you both responded enthusiastically, though not moving.

'okay we should head to the restaurant now then.' yunho said as he moved his arm from the bench and went to stand.

'no wait!' wooyoung nearly shouted as he jumped up, jostling you over into a half stood yunho, who in turn caught you and stumbled back into the seat with you, 'oh, sorry, sorry baby,' woo rushed out, 'but you haven't ridden the coaster yet.' he stood with his hands on his hips.

'damn i thought he'd forget.' yunho half whispered to you.

'its okay,' you patted his thigh as you stood, 'okay wooyoung lets find a bathroom, then get it over with.'

once you were in line, the little bravery you had earlier was now just a memory. your heart was already pounding in your ears with anxiety. yunho had placed himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his chin on top of your head. he could feel you start to shake and he began rubbing your belly and sides in an attempt to calm and comfort you.

'you really don't have to do this, you know? we can gang up on woo and get out of it if we really tried.' he spoke into your hair, his lips pressing kisses into your crown. wooyoung was ahead of you, excited and talking to another patron about the ride. him and yunho had ridden it a few times in the past, and they enjoyed it, but you were never a fan of coasters.

'n-no, i w-want to at least t-try it once.' you stuttered out through a shaky breath.

'some things you don't need to try.' he insisted as he tightened his arms around you, squeezing you to help ground you. you took a few deep breaths, allowing yourself to feel yourself against yunho and take in his calming presence.

it was then that wooyoung turned back to you two.

'hey are you okay, doll?' he asked as he brought his hands up to your arms to gently rub them.

'y-yeah, i'm fine.' you said, silently cursing that your voice still wasn't steady.

'you don't look fine, and your shaking like a leaf. you don't have to go on the ride, baby, this is your day.' he began to step closer, to encase you between both men in a hug, but you placed your hands on his chest to stop him.

'no, i do want to try it, i just need to take a few more deep breaths and distract myself a little bit.' you insisted, as you stepped out of yunhos hold and took some deep, slow breaths. you closed your eyes to focus on just your breathing, and think of something else.

you took each of the boys hands in your own and asked, or really told, yunho, 'tell me more about the new games they got here. what will we play first when we come back?'

'well there's a new shooting game, they updated some ring toss ones, and there's a new duck pond type you might like.' he rambled off quickly, 'and the prizes, i saw some people online say there's some sanrio characters, and better quality in all prizes really.

'ohh really sanrio?!' that got your attention, it was one of your favourite things. the games were in a another part of the park, so you hadn't seen them nor any prizes, you were also to focused on your boys, you probably wouldn't have noticed anyway.

'yeah we'll get you every character they have!' wooyoung spoke up.

they were doing good at distracting you, before you knew it, it was your turn to get on the ride. luckily it was three seats per row, so you could be seated between your boys. you were also closer to the middle of the ride, which also helped ease your mind, even just the slightest. the operator showed you how to buckle in and brought the big latch down over your head. once you were all settled, both men grabbed one of your hands, you squeezed them tightly.

'its okay, baby, we got you.' yunho said, giving you a reassuring look.

'you might even enjoy it.' wooyoung chimed in, also giving you a hopeful look. excitement also laden across his features.

you took a few more deep breaths before the ride started. the latch locked into place and the tram started moving. you winced as it jolted forward, squeezing the mens hands tighter. yunho rubbed his thumb over your knuckles and woo gave a squeeze back. there was a long slow ascent that felt like it went on forever. when you reached the top of the first drop, you squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath. then you were dropping, and speeding along the rest of the ride. it was fast and had many ups and downs, and twists and turns, and some loops. by the end of it you had scrunched yourself up as much as the belt and latch would allow, you thought you might've broken one of the boys hands, and your voice was raw from screaming. you hated it.

once again yunho had to help you off the ride and to solid ground on your shaky legs. you had to take a seat and catch your breath. luckily there was a bench close by.

'are you okay, princess?' yunho asked, you still had a death grip on his forearm, but he didn't seem to mind.

'yeah, i'm never doing that again, but i'll be fine.' you said through your teeth, focusing on your breathing. inhale, exhale. inhale, exhale.

'thank you for trying it, babydoll.' wooyoung had knelt to his knees in front of you, rubbing his hands up your thighs and up and down your sides, breathing with you to help focus. 'i'm sorry i made you do it. this day was to make you happy.'

'no, i wouldn't do it if i didn't want to. i'm glad i tried it, even if it just further confirmed my hatred for coasters.' you said as you bumped your forehead against his, giving him a light smile as you felt yourself start to relax. you let go of yunhos arm and took his hand to examine it, there would be a light bruise, it was already red where your fingers were. you kissed along his fingers in apology. then took wooyoungs hand as well to do the same.

'okay, i think i'm ready to eat now.' you said, letting out a final deep breath, then interlocking your fingers with theirs gently.

'perfect lets go.' wooyoung exclaimed as he jumped up and tugged you and yunho along, back to the car.

'can i complain that this restaurant is ridiculous for the other activities we have done today?' you said to wooyoung over the menu. he said it was a nice place, but this was almost black tie worthy. there was almost nothing less then $30 on the menu, and the drinks menu had names you couldn't pronounce.

'we don't go to places like this often, its a treat for all of us!' wooyoung said excitedly, a little to loud for the quiet atmosphere.

'shhhh,' both you and yunho shushed him, 'and we're hardly dressed up enough for it either, i feel so out of place.'

'you belong as one of the statues they have here doll,' woo said, looking you up and down, referring to the immaculate marble carved statues that were placed around the space. you had to admit some were closer to your shape then what one might expect. 'and if you feel out of place now, how about if i said i wanted to take you back to one of the private bathrooms and fuck you stupid?' he leaned over to whisper in your ear, his hand finding the exposed flesh of your thigh and tantalizingly running his fingers up towards your center. you quickly swatted his hand away, and brought one of the cloth napkins to cover your lap. 'behave yourself jung wooyoung.' you whisper shouted.

a pout immediately found its place on his pretty lips, and yunho chuckled and ohhhhed. 'she full named you.' he continued to quietly giggle behind his hand.

'you be good to yunho.' you turned on him. 'lets act our age for a bit please.' you huffed and straightened yourself and continued to look at the menu.

'yes, noona.' they said in unison, and you had to bite back the laugh that threatened to burst out of you. luckily the waiter approached for your order at that time.

'are we ready to order?' he asked.

'not quite,' you answered, 'you two?' you asked the boys. wooyoung had a few questions and yunho wasn't ready yet either. as the waiter answered woos questions you noticed how he leaned towards him and made some flirtatious actions towards wooyoung.

when he left you spoke up, 'i think somebody likes you, woo.' you said in a singsong tone.

both men looked at you, equally confused. 'what?' wooyoung asked.

'the waiter,' you gestured in the direction he left, 'he was flirting with you.'

'what? no. really?!' he said, shocked. wooyoung was smart but sometimes a bit dense, he didn't realize some of his actions could be seen as flirting, nor does he really realize when someone else is flirting with him.

'yes, the way he leaned in.' you demonstrated, 'he was trying to get a sniff of you and trying to show off.' you turned to yunho, 'yuyu when he comes back you ask him something and see if he does it to you.'

'why are you getting me involved?' he said, still equally confused and exasperated.

'well i figure he must be gay so he definitely wouldn't do it to me.' you explained.

'you shouldn't assume baby.' woo pipped in.

'yes i know, sorry.' you apologized.

'even if he was flirting, did it make you jealous?' woo smirked as he leaned in and gave a suggestive look.

'no' you hesitated for a second but that was enough to make him pounce.

'you are jealous!' he exclaimed, thankfully in a quieter level this time.

'well i would be too, if i noticed, i mean i am now that i know.' yunho said.

'good.' woo said, flipping non existent hair over his shoulder.

both you and yunho sighed, knowing you shouldn't fuel his behavior. he'll continue to overexaggerate any flirting and sexy actions just to get the both of you mad, just so you'd take it out on him later, in the bedroom. the little brat.

you turned back to the menu to actually pick something. though you were uncomfortable with the prestige-ness of the place, and the prices of the menu items, you decided the boys were right, you deserved this treat. you all did. so after discussing with them, you all decided on three courses each, you would share most of it all anyway, and waited for the waiter to return.

when he did, you noticed the lightness in his step, excited to see wooyoung. you smirked and elbowed yunho, gesturing for him to watch.

he was professional and friendly enough as he took your orders, but there were just a few little gestures and a different pitch to his voice when he talked with wooyoung. you noticed how yunho had to bite back a laugh as he noticed this as well. when your order was taken and he had walked off, yunho finally let out his laugh, still trying to keep quite, muffling it with his hand.

'wow, he really was flirting with you.' he said when he composed himself.

'see,' you said, 'our wooyoungie is just too irresistible.'

'yea, we should leave him at home, keep him hidden away.' yunho said jokingly. and you nodded in agreement.

'noooo, baaaabbeeesss, its not my fault.' woo whined dramatically, a devastating pout and shiny puppy eyes gracing his feature, 'i'm not trying to flirt or lead him on. i only have eyes for you two! you know that! i love you, both, so much.'

you couldn't resist how cute he was and began to coo at him, and scratched under his chin, like a cat. then grabbed his chin to bring him in for a kiss. he smiled against your lips and tried to deepen the kiss. as much as you wanted to continue to kiss him, you had to push him away, but not before a few more pecks.

'we love you too, youngie.' you said, running your fingers through his hair to then rest your palm against his cheek. he nuzzled into your warm hand, beaming at you.

'we love you so much,' yunho also said, he reached across your lap to take wooyoungs hand, resting in your lap, as he ran his thumb over woos knuckles, 'we're just teasing.'

'i know.' woo said as he brought yunhos hand to his lips. yunho was more shy about pda, so a blush quickly creeped up his neck as he took his hand back. wooyoung just beamed at him, finding the other boy so endearing.

you all settled into some more normal conversation, catching up some more on each others lives. some projects and stories from work. new interests you may have found, anything and everything. quality time really was your top love language, you felt so full of love and fulfilled, happy and relaxed.

time flew, and your meals were coming out. you gawked at how lovely and exquisite your meals looked. you almost felt like you couldn't eat it. you gave wooyoung a pointed look, while he just casually popped the first peace of meat in his mouth, smiling widely while chewing, humming in delight.

you all began eating and fell quiet. enjoying the food and your time together. you were finished before you knew it and your plates taken away, quickly followed by dessert. it was just as lovely and delicious.

when the waiter came to give you the bill, wooyoung quickly took the booklet and told you and yunho to go out in the car, he'll take care of the bill.

'youngie, baby, at least let me see it.' you whined to him. you couldn't help to notice the cringe look on the waiters face.

'no, i said no more complaining.' he said half sternly, patting your hip to get a move on, 'i'm paying and you can't do anything about it, baby doll!'

you huffed dramatically, but stood up to leave, 'alright, be quick.' and you don't know what came over you but you leaned down and grabbed his face to kiss him deeply. he didn't understand where this came from either but smiled into the kiss nonetheless.

when you straightened up, the look of shock and disgust on the waiters face was priceless. you bit back a smirk and grew even bolder, taking yunhos hand in yours you said, 'lets go baby.' and started walking out.

when you were outside yunho asked, 'what was that about?' he had a small smile on his lips but still a little shocked by your behaviour.

'did you see the waiters face? he was disgusted that i kissed wooyoung, and not in a normal way, in the way that he couldn't believe woo, and you, are with someone like me.' you said, smiling triumphantly remembering his face.

'what?' he questioned. he understood your insecurities around your body and understood, through you explaining to them, how others perceive you, especially next to them and with them.

before you could answer him, wooyoung was storming towards you two, clearly mad. he curtly asked yunho for the keys to the car, he hesitated for a moment but did eventually hand them over, seeing the other man seething. woo roughly opened the drivers door and said. 'get in.' you and yunho looked at each other confused but quickly got in the car to not anger him more.

'what happened?' you asked when you were seated.

'nothing.' he nearly growled as he threw the car in drive and half hazardly left the parking lot.

'whoa, wooyoung,' you exclaimed as you were thrown against the door by the rough turn he took, 'calm down, please. pull over and tell us what happened?'

'its not worth repeating the filth he said.' he said in a low rumble, through clenched teeth.

'can you at least pull over to calm down a bit?' yunho asked from the backseat, concern laced his voice.

wooyoung didn't answer but did find another parking lot to pull into. it was luckily half empty, because he might have hit something if there was. he parked, taking up a few spaces, and let out a deep breath. his hands were still holding the steering wheel in a death grip, knuckles white.

you and yunho just waited with bated breath for him to say anything. he was panting but now through some deep breaths began to calm down and even out his breathing.

'we're never going back to that goddamn place.' wooyoung finally broke the silence. even though he had calmed down some, his words still held venom.

'we don't have to.' you said evenly, you wanted to reach out and touch him, give him some comfort but it wasn't the right time yet.

after a few more moments of tense silence he spoke again, 'i wont repeat what he said but he insulted our y/n.' he finally confessed what had angered him so much.

you saw yunhos confused face and him about to ask who, but you realized who and mouthed 'waiter' at him. he made an o with his lips then asked, 'why would he say something?'

reluctantly woo answered, 'he said he was going to ask for my number but..' he trailed off, hitting the steering wheel, most likely remembering whatever the waiter said.

'whatever he said, it doesn't matter. i have you and yunho, i know you two love me, nothings going to change that.' you said firmly, trying to comfort him.

'no!' he turned on you then, 'those filthy words should never come from anyone's mouth about anyone, how could someone say that about someone just because of their size or how they look.' his voice started quivering and you could see tears well up in his eyes, 'you've told us of things people have said to you, but we've never heard them before. this dirtbag said something so horrible about my partner to my face. i cant imagine the things that have been said to your face and how that feels. i'm so sorry baby, i'm sorry the world is so cruel.' the tears were now streaming down his face, and he had grabbed your hands in his.

you were used to the things people would say about your plus size figure, so you could only imagine what the waiter had said. but you had learned that someone like that, their opinion didn't matter, so you didn't let it get to your head as often anymore. and you had tried to convey all this to the boys in the past, they had gotten it to an extent, but really if you don't experience something, you cant really truly understand it.

'it's okay wooyoungie.' you said calmly, squeezing his hands in reassurance, 'i know its upsetting, but its okay, i've learned how to deal with it and it doesn't affect me anymore. please forget about it, and don't let that ruin the day.' you reached up to wipe away the still flowing tears. 'my precious kitten, don't cry anymore please.'

he leaned into your touch, trying his best to still his tears, 'i know, my love, i know. but its hard to forget when its the first time something like that has been said to my face. its so horrible.'

you nodded in understanding, then leaned over the center console to kiss him. you started with a soft, hopefully reassuring, kiss, but he quickly deepened it, trying to escalate it. he brought his hands up to your face to bring you closer. he eventually moved from your lips to kiss all over your face, and you began to giggle at the ticklish feeling of his lips on your skin and at how cute and endearing he was.

he leaned over even closer and whispered in your ear, 'i would take you right here and now, if you'd let me. show you how beautiful and sexy i think you are.'

before you could tell him you already knew how he saw you yunho pipped up, or more like choked out, 'you could.'

you both looked at the tall man sitting in the back seat, his face was flushed and he had an obvious tent growing in his pants.

'no, we have other things to do today. we can fuck later tonight, at home.' you told the two, now lust filled boys.

'we can pull behind this building and woo can eat you out.' yunho suggested.

'n-'

'yea, yea, lets do that,' woo spoke over your protest. already trying to get you in the backseat, while yunho got out to get in the drivers seat.

'no, but what about you two?' you tried, already knowing their answer, as you got into the back seat, wooyoung following, settling onto the floor in front of you.

'no we'll be fine, princess. especially today, its all about you.' yunho answered, already driving the car to hide it behind the building.

wooyoung now in position between your legs, moved your dress out of the way and began rubbing his hands up your thighs. he licked his lips as his eyes never left your clothed core.

'wait, wait, is there at least a towel in here?' you asked before he could really dive in.

he looked around and into the seat pocket and found the clean, small towel you kept in the car for occasions like this. you lifted your hips to allow woo to place the towel under your ass, and moving your dress further up out of the way.

once you were settled, he promptly threw your legs over his shoulders and began to kiss up your thighs. he licked and left love bites along the way as well. as woo was working up to your now soaked core, you made eye contact with yunho in the sun visor mirror, he had also positioned the rearview mirror to watch wooyoung work. he had pulled out his hard on and was lazily stroking it, your mouth watered at the sight.

wooyoung had finally reached your core and began kissing over your soaked panties. you moaned as his nose just barely brushed your clit, and you felt him smile against you.

'don't tease, baby, we have to be quick.' you whined out, resisting the urge to grab his hair and push him into your cunt, you didn't want anymore signs of your scandalous activities. you found one of his hands to lock fingers with.

he smirked up at you, before using his free hand to push your panties aside and plunge a finger into your heat. you let out a low moan at the feeling, and rolled your hips to get more friction. he laughed before dipping down to take your clit between his lips, giving it a harsh suck.

'ooohhhhhh, youngieee.' you nearly squealed out, nearly coming on the spot. from the front seat, yunho let out his own moan, the grip on his cock tightening, the red tip leaking. your mouth watered even more.

you continued to let out breathy moans and high whines, as wooyoung continued to work over your sensitive bud. he soon added another finger, now curling them in that delicious way that made you see stars. you let your legs fall open further, letting him have more access. his ministrations began to speed up as your moans got higher and more frequent. he could feel your cunt squeeze his fingers, a tell that you were close. he began to moan into you and sped up his movements. a few more flicks of his tongue and curls of his fingers, white hot pleasure tore through you as you gushed all over his face. he happily lapped up all your juices while helping you ride out your high. soon enough though you became too sensitive and tried to push his head away. he licked up your folds a few more times before he leaned away, moving your panties back in place, and licking his lips and cleaning off his fingers.

'young-ah.' yunho panted from the drivers seat. he was still stroking himself and clearly very close. wooyoung quickly jumped into the passenger seat and took yunho into his mouth. only a few deep bobs of his head and yunho was groaning the way he does when he cums. woo kept bobbing and sucking, making sure he got every drop.

'thank you.' yunho said, still breathless, when woo came up. he smirked as he wiped his chin of any remaining fluids, then leaned in to kiss yunho.

you bit your lip and clenched your thighs together as you watched your boyfriends make out. wooyoung slightly pulled away for a moment to place his fingers that had been inside of you, into yunhos awaiting mouth. he eagerly sucked on woos fingers, tasting you and moaning as his eyes rolled back and he closed them. woo chuckled as he began to kiss along yuns jaw and down his long beautiful neck. you whined at the lack of attention you were getting. you loved watching them play with each other, but you were normally all closer and touching, and frankly you were just being a little selfish and just wanted them to be all over you.

'ohh my pretty princess, you taste so good.' yunho breathed out

'c'mere then.' you said, lust still heavy in your voice.

he leaned the seat back and turned as much as he could, you leaned forward to grab his face and kiss him. you slightly tasted yourself and his own release on his lips, transferred from woos lips. you lathed your tongue against his to get more of the taste, you loved when your releases were mixed together on your tongues. you continued to make out until he pulled away groaning at wooyoung trying to put him back in his pants.

'lets get back to the park.' woo said when he was done. he grabbed the baby wipes from the glove compartment, then got out to get in the backseat to clean you up.

'we could just go back to the apartment,' you said, mind still a bit hazy from your high, when he was seated next to you, you grabbed his face to kiss along his jaw and down his neck, he smiled at your antics as he cleaned between your thighs, 'we had fun at the park, now i just want my boys.' you breathed out as he kissed down your thighs and straightened out your dress.

'sorry baby, we have plenty of time the rest of the week.' he said as he sat up to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

he broke the kiss sooner then you'd like, 'how am i supposed to wait when you do that, youngie.' you whined, trying to chase his lips but he just turned his head, so you kissed his cheek.

'don't you want some of those sanrio prizes?' he asked sweetly, but his hand was rubbing up and down your exposed thigh, squeezing and kneading the sensitive flesh, tantalizingly close to where you wanted him most.

you let out an annoyed groan, pushing his hand away and crossing your arms across your chest, 'fine, but not too long, please. i really want the both of you now, you've got me all worked up.'

yunho groaned in the front seat, still watching you, his eyes boring holes in the mirror where he could see your plump chest pushed up further by your arms and jiggling when you huffed.

'just a few games, princess and we'll take you home and do whatever you want for the rest of the night.' he said, biting his lip and starting the car.

you smirked at him through the mirror, noticing where his eyes were watching. you just crossed your arms tighter.

'don't be a tease.' woo said, watching the both of you. he brought your legs across his lap, and pulled you closer to his side, his hand wide on your ass.

'what? like you.' you said in a sultry, teasing tone, leaning in to pretend to nip at his nose. he just smirked and nipped back at you.

you both just giggled at each other and you leaned into him, burying your face in his neck. yunho smiled fondly at the both of you through the mirror.

soon though you were back at the park. you let out a deep sigh against wooyoungs neck, and he chuckled as he kissed along your face. yunho opened the door for you two to get out. woo got out while carrying you bridal style. when you were out you told him to put you down, but he refused.

'you cant carry me the rest of the day.' you insisted, lightly smacking his chest.

'i would if you let me.' he said, finally letting you down while kissing along your jaw till he met your lips, and he pressed a long kiss to them.

yunho came up behind you to hug the both of you into your favorite hug sandwich. you leaned your head back to kiss yunho, and he gladly leaned down to kiss you. the three of you stood there for a moment, taking in the warmth of each other and happy to be holding each other.

woo pressed a kiss to the side of your head before he spoke, 'lets go, my loves.' he reached above your head to give yunho a kiss as well.

you broke apart to walk into the park, and you took one of their hands each in yours, locking your fingers and bringing them to your lips to place a kiss to them.

you went through a few games, the boys won something from each one. they got you a giant plush of your favorite sanrio character, and you participated in a few games, but mostly just watched them play. you loved just watching them sometimes. because of how they had gotten you worked up in the car, you did your best to tease them and get them to want to go home. and your obvious actions worked. you were heading home far sooner then wooyoung had planned, but none of you were complaining.

you stumbled into your apartment, attached to wooyoung, fervent kisses and frantic touches and trying to undress each other.

yunho was following, making sure to lock the door. he also began loosing clothes on the way to the bedroom.

you tried pushing wooyoung away for a moment. 'youngie, hang on,' he was still working his mouth along your neck, sloppily leaving love marks, 'why don't you and yuyu get the bed ready and i get ready in the bathroom,' you panted out, he finally brought his face up to yours, still close enough to brush his lips against yours, 'you two be ready with those beautiful cocks out for me, yeah, baby?'

both boys let out strained moans. you managed to get out of woos hold, and as you passed yunho to your bedroom, you traced your fingers along the band of his exposed underwear. he shivered and groaned as he followed you.

you quickly went to the bathroom and prepared yourself for your boys. you then stepped out into the bedroom in just your thong. you raised your hands to hold the doorway and brought one knee to bend over the other, trying to make a sexy pose. you took in the beautiful sight of your boys spread side by side on the bed waiting, stroking each other. all three of you let out moans at the sight of one another.

yunho crawls down the bed while making a come hither motion, you oblige, and walk over, slowly and sultry.

'i know just what to do with you like this.' he says once you meet him at the edge of the bed. he brought his hands to your hips, teasing his fingers along your panties.

you didn't get a chance to kiss or even touch him, before he threw you up onto the bed, then dragged your hips up and back so you were on all fours. he stood behind you and roughly trust his cock against your ass, a guttural groan in his throat. yunho was such a sweet puppy the rest of the time, but when he let himself go, let himself go to his lust and primal urges, he became feral. you loved to see the turn in nature, and loved to be manhandled by him.

'teasing us all day with that dress and this damn thong!' he growled out, 'which we could see through the dress by the way, dirty girl.'

you moaned at his words, pushing your ass back against his leaking cock. he grunted and twitched away. then he brought a hand to your core, pushing the offending material aside and quickly plunging in two fingers. you squealed and tried to move your hips away but his hold on you only tightened. he brought you flush against him, his cock nestled in between your plush ass cheeks. he began to roughly work you open with his fingers, too desperate to prep you properly.

a few more rough thrusts of his fingers he pulled his hand away to take his cock and line himself up to your hole. he rested the tip there for a moment, he then took the string of thong from between your cheeks, pulled it far and let it go to snap against your cheek. at the same time he thrust in most of the way, causing you to cry out in both pain and pleasure, tears brimming your eyes.

'yunho, too much.' you whine, still trying to wiggle out of his strong grasp.

'you wanted us to fuck you, didn't you, pretty?' he said, your sweet boyfriend long gone, lost to his own lust and need. though he was still, giving you a moment to breathe.

'yes, but i normally take youngie first, your too big yunnie.' you whined, but also began to slowly move yourself back onto him. he met your movements and pushed in slowly. he chuckled lowly at your actions that opposed your words.

'just keep breathing, baby' he reminded you as he squeezed and groped your plush ass.

he let out continuous groans and moans as he watched himself sink further into your warmth. once he was fully sheathed he let out a satisfied sigh.

'fuck,' you moaned out, 'your so deep, baby. i love how you fill me up so well.'

'yea,' he breathed out as he slowly started to pull out again, 'you like being fucked stupid on my big dick? just being a cum dump for the two of us?'

you could only nod and whine in response, as the delicious feeling of him stroking your walls was all you could think about.

wooyoung had been watching the two of you, enjoying the show yunho was putting on, slowly stroking himself lazily. you watched him through bleary eyes. you tried to reach out to take his pretty cock in your hand but he didn't let you, instead pulling you forward a bit to deepen your arch.

you moaned as you felt the head of yunhos cock tug at your entrance. you tried to push back on him to push him back in, but yunhos hold on you was too strong, which equally frustrated you and turned you on.

'c'mon yuyu,' you said in a teasing tone, 'you said you'd fuck me stupid, but here i am still making full sentences.'

he let out a low chuckle, which just went straight to your core, and said, 'be careful what you ask for, pretty princess.'

then he slammed into you, making your ass jiggle just how he liked, and he began to set an unrelenting pace. more tears formed in your eyes, but from overwhelming pleasure. every punishing stroke sent more and more pleasure running through you. he hit a sweet spot deep inside you with every thrust. you were gushing and getting closer to release by the second. the sounds of your combined moaning and the slapping of skin was absolutely pornagraphic, and you loved every second of it. just a few more deep and hard thrusts and you were cumming and screaming, your release flooding yunhos thighs as his release filled you. he continued to lazily thrust to help you through your high, but soon stilled inside you. you both stayed like that as you tried to catch your breaths, panting and humming in satisfaction.

he gave your ass another firm squeeze before slowly pulling out of you. you whined at the loss of the full feeling he provided, but then felt him tug your underwear down and off of you. he had gently eased you down so you were now lying on your stomach, still a bit hazy and happy. he lay down next to you, admiring your fucked out face.

you were so out of it, you didn't notice wooyoung moving until he was turning you over and pulling your legs over his shoulders and kissing up your thighs messily. you let out a strangled whine when his mouth latches onto your core. he sucked your over sensitive bud between his lips, his tongue poking out to also prod and stimulate you.

'youngie please,' your voice cracked, and tears fell from your eyes, 'i'm too sensitive.'

you tried to push his head away helplessly but he just shoved his face in deeper and held on tighter. yunho took your hands and pinned them above your head in just one of his large hands. he shot you a teasing smile before dipping his head to attach his mouth to your breast. you involuntarily arched into him and let out another pained whine.

wooyoung had taken the slightest pity on you and detached from your clit, only to plunge his tongue into your dripping hole. he moaned as he greedily lapped up yours and yunhos combined releases. he spread your legs wider to get more access, doing his best to get impossibly deeper and drink up all your juices. yunho, still suckling your breasts, helped spread you by pulling one leg up and across his lap. you felt his hard cock against your thigh and felt him begin to lazily hump you, as he moaned against your skin.

now with more access to you, wooyoung slightly pulled away, panting against your soaked folds, sending a shiver through you. he quickly replaced his tongue with two of his fingers. dissatisfied with the lack of squeeze you gave them, due to you having been stretched already by yunho, he added a third, and began curling them and rubbing that sweet, spongy spot that got your moans climbing higher. he groaned before taking your clit between his lips again. he continued his delicious ministrations, and with yunhos lips and body against you, the knot below your tummy was close to snapping. woo gently grazed his teeth against your swollen bud and gave a harsh suck and you were seeing stars. white hot pleasure rushed through you, lighting up every nerve, and your body began to tremble. you were gushing all over wooyoungs face but he just happily lapped up every drop. he continued his movements to help you ride out your high, but thankfully slowed as well, until he was just lazily lapping at your folds.

yunho had pressed his head into your chest, grunting, moaning and panting in desperation, as his hips erratically humped your thigh until he came all over your leg and tummy. his grip on your hands and leg loosened as he slumped against you. his face still pressed between your boobs, one of his favorite places to be, a satisfied smile on his pretty lips. he brought his arms to hug around you, and moved to cuddle into your side, spent and happy.

wooyoung hadn't come yet though, so he had begun to lick up yunhos cum off your skin. up your leg and tummy. he also kissed up your tummy, nipping and leaving love marks on your skin. no one enjoyed your plush belly more then wooyoung.

'm sorry, baby,' he mumbled against your skin, just before plunging his hard and aching cock into your warm hole.

you whined as he seated himself balls deep. he didn't reach as far as yunho, but he was slightly thicker and he had more veins which gave him a delicious texture that had your walls quivering with every drag.

'i understand baby, its okay,' you reassured him.

he got a firm grip on your hips, your flesh spilling between his fingers, which he couldn't get enough of, and raised them enough to get a good angle before he began to slowly pull out and thrust back in. he set a slow and steady pace, both due to his lack of energy and to try to not overstimulate you too much. he let out whines and high moans, music to your ears, as his forehead pressed into the top of your belly. you could feel how he tried his best to keep a gentle slow pace, so you tapped the side of his head. when he looked up at you, eyes glossy, you nodded to him to let him know he could go the pace he wanted. he let out a sound as if asking for confirmation, and you nod again and cup his cheek in your hand. as he nuzzles into your touch and closes his eyes, he picks up his pace. more whines and moans begin falling from his beautiful, swollen lips. soon his movements became sloppy and he was filling your cunt with his warm release. his face twisted in pure bliss, lips forming a silent o. the feeling of him filling you and the look of his beautiful o face made another orgasam crash into you, and you cried out with the unexpected high. both boys quickly turned their heads to you with a surprised but satisfied look.

wooyoungs hips slowed and soon stilled, still deep inside you. before his knees could give out on him, woo hastily moved you up the bed, doing his best to stay in you, just enough so he could climb on top of you, placing himself so he was facing yunho on your chest. yunho wrapped his arm around woo and pulled you both tight together and against him.

the three of you stayed like that for some time, basking in the after glow of your highs and each others touch and presence. wooyoung mindlessly tracing patterns in your skin, yunhos face pressed into the juncture of your neck, all of your breaths slowly evening.

eventually though all the fluids began to dry and become uncomfortable on our skin. it must've felt uncomfortable to yunho too because he was the first one to speak and move.

'should i get a bath ready?' he whispered into your skin.

you answered as you let out a deep sigh, 'if you can, that would be lovely, baby, thank you.'

'wait,' woo exclaimed as he sat up, 'i want both of us in her pretty pussy, she's stretched enough. lets clean up quickly in the shower then do that, please!' he pleaded, shiny puppy eyes and a pretty pout graced his features. you dont know where this sudden burst of energy came from, as he had seemed like he was about to fall asleep not a minute ago.

'she already came three times, four counting the car earlier, she's probably tired, woo, we have all week for more fun.' yunho spoke up, propping himself up on his elbow.

'thank you for your concern yuyu, but i'd like to do it. i was hoping for that anyway, you know its one of my favorite positions.' you reassured him, as you rubbed his arm, 'i'm a little tired but a quick wash and i'll be good to go.'

he contemplated for a another moment, looking between you and wooyoung, before he relented, 'okay, lets go wash up.'

wooyoung jumped up off the bed and ran to the bathroom excitedly to start the shower. yunho moved to lift you and carry you to the shower. you gladly allowed him, clinging to him like a koala, him your tall strong tree. as you held onto him with your arms around his broad shoulders, you kissed along his pretty neck and along his jaw. he giggled at your actions as he entered the shower. wooyoung came up behind you and grabbed your ass right away.

'ya, young-ah, is that any way to greet me?' you say in a joking mad tone.

he just gives you a cheeky smile and squeezes your ass more while stepping closer, 'when its presented to prettily for me, how can i not?'

you just rolled your eyes as you turned your face back to yunho, capturing his lips in a deep kiss. woo continued to massage your supple flesh as you made out with yunho. woo groaned out as he admired your ass, and you and yunho moaned into each others mouths. it continued to get hotter and steamy in the small space, warm water running over your bodies. you hadn't noticed where wooyoungs hands had traveled until you felt two wet fingers poke and prod at your used hole.

you broke apart from yunho, 'ahh youngie, not here.' you whined against yunhos shoulder.

'what? i'm just cleaning you up.' he said innocently.

yunho shifted and adjusted you to give woo more access to you. you whined again but arched into woos touch as he plunged his fingers in deeper. you knew what he was doing, he was working you open, prepping you for taking both of them, which you appreciated but if he kept up his delicious ministrations you might cum right here, right now and if you did, you didn't know if you could again when they did get inside you.

'ahh woo, that's enough now,' you moaned out, trying to push him away. he gave a few more teasing pumps before pulling his fingers out. you let out a final shaky breath.

you attempted to get out of yunhos arms, but he just held you tighter.

'i'm not letting you out of arms anytime soon, princess.' he smirked before kissing your frustrated expression off your face.

and before you could verbally protest that you needed to properly clean up, wooyoung reached around your belly, between you and yunho, with a soapy cloth to wash away any remaining bodily fluids. you sighed as you let the two of them take care of you. with yunho holding you and moving you to let wooyoung clean you and yunho, then woo quickly whipping himself down, you were soon out of the shower. in the same way, woo toweled you all down before leading you to the bed once again.

yunho got into the middle of the bed and lay down with you on top of him, 'your sure your up for more?' he asked, still concerned.

'yes, you two do all the work anyway.' you answered him with a smile and kissed his soft lips.

he broke the kiss with a sharp gasp. wooyoung, who was behind you and between yunhos legs, had taken some lube and started pumping yunho. when you saw this over your shoulder, and woos satisfied smile at yunhos reactions, you decided to help work him up. you began to kiss and suck down yunhos neck. because you didn't have any other commitments the next few days, you didn't hesitate to leave deep purple marks along his beautiful neck. he continued to groan and his breathing quickened. his hands roaming and groping at your body.

you then let out a gasp and a high pitch whine as you felt wooyoung insert yunho into you. both you and yunho moved in tandem to sheath him fully inside you. both your hips began to move on their own, as you moaned out in pleasure. you could hear wooyoung get some more lube and pump himself as he watched you suck in yunho. he groaned at the sight, a beautiful thing to behold and he could watch it forever. but he knew you wanted both of them as much as he did, so he brought one hand to your ass to still your movements. you whined in protest, which soon turned into a moan as woo teased his tip along your entrance, nudging up against yunho.

'fuck your still so tight, doll.' a guttural groan emanated from his chest and it made you squeeze around yunho, causing him to also groan. 'c'mon baby don't do that, you gotta relax and let me in.'

''m sorry, you sound s'good.' you slurred out, already lost to the pleasure.

woo continued to prod with his tip as he gently pulled yunho out, trying to find some space to slip in. yunho began rubbing your sides, relaxing you, and kissing where he could reach along your face. you widened your legs to help and woo was able to slide in. it burned for a second before melting to mind numbing pleasure as they both moved inside you. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as they set a steady pace. both of them were gripping you and couldn't get enough of touching you. all of you were moaning and panting, moving mindlessly to chase your highs.

'cum for us, baby doll.' wooyoung panted out, he was slowly losing his rhythm, 'milk us dry with that pretty lil' cunt.'

you squeezed around the both of them and moaned at his words. with the way the both of them moved you and your clit rubbing against yunhos abdomen, your moans quickly began to go up in pitch. you gripped yunhos arms as you screamed into his neck. the knot below your belly snapped before you could really realize it was there. you gushed around the both of them as electric pleasure coursed through you. you had squirt, that and how good the orgasm was, was the best you had in a long time. yunho came deep inside you with a deep groan you could feel all through you as you lay on his chest. woo was not far behind with a high moan, and he watched as he slowly pumped in and out to get the fluids to leak out and drip down his and yunhos shafts. he could do that forever but he stopped at both yours and yunhos whines of protest from over stimulation.

wooyoung stopped but stayed seated inside you. he leaned down to kiss along your back. 'was it good baby?' he asked against the side of your head.

both you and yunho answered with an affirmative hum. the three of you paused a moment before bursting into giggles. which didn't last long, as your laughter squeezed the men that were still inside you. they groaned and hissed a little at the sensitivity and gently pulled out. you whined at the loss, but woo groaned again watching your used and spent hole squeeze and flutter, dripping out more of the combined release. he dove down to lick up your folds, happily lapping at the sweet juices.

you whined, far too sensitive, 'no, woo, no, i cant.' you tried to push him away, 'm too sensitive, i cant.'

'please, mommy, please one more.' he whined into your cunt.

he didn't listen and just laid down between yunhos legs and pulled you down to sit on his face. he continued to lap and eat you like a starved animal. you didn't have the energy to fight him, so just allowed him his joy, as tears started to form in your eyes. you also didn't have the energy to move from yunho, so you just cried against his abdomen. he gently rubbed you arms as you gripped what you could of his.

you were so over stimulated but that familiar knot began to form once again. woo continued to suck your clit, lick and prod your hole, lapping up all the release he could gather. along with the stimulation of you clit against his nose when he was laving your hole, he slowly and expertly brought you to a gentle, final high. though you had tears streaming down your face, you chanted out yes's and thank yous with a smile on your face. it was a gentle and warm orgasm that melted you further into both men.

wooyoung continued slowly lapping up your remaining juices then gently kissed your lower lips and thighs, then moved you so he has smothered by your belly, his arms wrapped around your thighs and hands resting on your hips. you felt his satisfied smile but you were still concerned about actually smothering him.

'woo, love, your gonna suffocate.' you barely had the energy to get the words out.

'and i'd die happy.' he said, muffled by your plush.

'but i wouldn't be.' you said, giving yunho a look to help you.

he moved to help lift you away from woo but he just held on. he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his face further into your belly. so yunho just helped you lay on your back, as woo continued to nuzzle you. you sighed at his antics but began running your fingers though his hair, and he practically started purring. yunho chuckled at him, then leaned down to give you a quick kiss. he also kissed wooyoungs head before getting up to start a bath.

'you cant stay there forever.' you sighed out a moment later when yunho returned to gather you into the bath.

'yes i can.' he sounded like a whiny kid, still muffled by you. holding you even tighter, and letting out a defiant grunt.

'be good now, please baby. we need to get fully cleaned up and go to bed. aren't you tired youngie?' you asked.

'yea, so lets just sleep now.' he whined again.

'c'mon woo, you know what she did last time you didn't listen.' yunho said.

that got his attention, as he soon moved while still grumbling, picking you up to carry you to the bathroom, face still buried in your neck. yunho had to guide him so he wouldn't trip or bump into anything. when you were in the bathroom, yunho turned off the hot water, then got in himself and guided woo to step in. while the boys didn't particularly enjoy how hot you liked the water, they did it for you. yunho sat back as woo sat you and himself between yunhos legs, still clinging to you tightly. after some adjusting you were comfortably in yunhos embrace, his long limbs encircling both of you, with wooyoung half on his side against your chest, nuzzling as much as he could, hands still holding as much of your plush flesh as he could. one of your hands calmly rubbed his back as the other played with his hair. all of you let out satisfied, relaxed sighs as you melted into the warmth of the water. you spent a long time in the bath, soaking in each others presence and letting your toes get pruney.

once the water got cold, you all got out to properly wash off and get ready for bed. you all gently washed each other, marveling at all the marks you left on each other. giggling and quietly remembering the wonderful, fun filled day. these moments were just as precious. you were so grateful to have two people who loved you so deeply and dearly. you all quickly dried off and got dressed for bed. you had to change the sheets but that went quick and smoothly with the three of you. and soon enough you were under fresh blankets, between your two warm lovers. you softly drifted into a calm sleep as you were held by their arms, and happy smiles on all your faces.

[a-soft-hornytiny]

Special present.

Summary: Wooyoung is obsessed with Yunho since his punishment. But he doesn’t want to tell him. So he hopes for Yunho to notice his nuances. And well. It works.

Word count: 1.8k+ 

Genre: Smut

Pairing: OT8 x neutral!reader (mentioned), Wooyoung x Yunho (poly relationship)

Warnings: sub!wooyoung, dom!yunho, unprotected sex, size kink, slight choking, blindfold, degradation/humiliation, M x M, dirty talk, cum (play), begging, male penetration, anal sex, a little bit of tears (let me know if I missed something) be careful while reading.

Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUNHO. And I am not sorry. I really pray for my mental health. This is a mess but a good one. Have a nice death. (This is the sequel to Broken rules.)

Tags: @jonghoisbabie @multidreams-and-desires @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers-writes @serialee @galaxteez @aurianaaaa (let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist)

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Wooyoung was obsessed. He couldn’t help it. Since his punishment, he popped a boner every time he looked at Yunho for a little too long. 

His brain immediately went off, imagining all the things Yunho could do to him. Your rules were harsh and often let them off a bit frustrated, so it was normal for them to have that kind of thoughts of each other. And they usually didn’t hesitate to help each other get off if they were allowed. 

And it was not like Wooyoung couldn’t just ask you if he was allowed to get off with Yunho, you would certainly allow it (and definitely would want to watch). But he was stubborn. He didn’t want to acknowledge how much he enjoyed his punishment. He didn’t want to admit how much he wanted Yunho to absolutely fuck the living soul out of him again.

So he made a plan. Yunho’s birthday was coming up soon. And he knew that the members usually get a “free to touch” day for their birthday. A day where most of your rules didn’t apply. A day where the birthday boy could touch himself, the others or you without having to ask for permission. And Wooyoung wanted to use that day.

A few days before Yunho's actual birthday, he started to dress more revealing. Especially during dance practices. 

As the main dancers, they often trained together while the others had different practices and they generally stayed longer at the company figuring out dances and techniques till late night. And Wooyoung used that time.

The amount of times his shirt “accidentally” lifted or his pants “accidentally” showed more of his body than they were supposed to was ridiculous. 

Wooyoung didn’t miss one chance to put his hands on Yunho’s body. Even if it was just a slight pat on the shoulder. And Yunho didn’t even notice at first, he thought nothing of it because Wooyoung has always been really touchy. But when Wooyoung told him he would get them drinks and left with a kiss on Yunho’s cheek, he got suspicious.

While Wooyoung was gone, Yunho slowly noticed the difference in Wooyoung’s behaviour. And he added them together. It didn’t take long for him to realise what Wooyoung was trying to do. And it didn’t take long for him to get excited over it. 

But as much as he would love to give Wooyoung what he wants, he decided to see if that was actually what Wooyoung was intending. 

And after the car ride back home he was sure. Wooyoung was practically on his lap the whole ride and “accidentally” touched Yunho in places he was not supposed to be touching. 

Yunho was convinced that Wooyoung wanted him but he didn’t do anything. He would have to ask you anyways. In contrast to Wooyoung, Yunho didn’t want to be punished. Yunho wanted to stay the good boy he was. So he decided to wait for his birthday.

When Yunho’s birthday finally arrived, the tension between them was extreme. But neither of them seemed to make a move. Until the afternoon.

As Wooyoung had no other present for Yunho, he decided to give him his cooking. So he was standing in the kitchen, completely focused on making Yunho’s birthday meal, when said birthday boy entered.

“Wooyoung-ah~~ what are you making for me?” Yunho entered in a sing-sang, slowly getting close to Wooyoung. 

“Not now… I need to concentrate.” Wooyoung complained, already feeling himself get distracted by Yunho’s presence only. But Yunho only came closer, placing one hand on each side, cornering Wooyoung against the kitchen counter.

“Are you sure?” Yunho glanced over his shoulder, gently pressing his body against Wooyoung‘s. But instead of answering, he only let out a small whine. 

Why? Because Yunho was pressing Wooyoung’s grower boner against the kitchen counter. 

“It doesn’t sound like you don’t want my attention…” Yunho whispered into his ear, causing goosebumps to form all over Wooyoung’s body. 

“But the food will burn.” Wooyoung quietly complained, internally knowing that there was no use in trying to deny what he actually wants. Yunho’s hand made its way around Wooyoung’s waist, touching him faintly while turning off the stove. 

“It won’t.” 

Wooyoung forgot how to breathe. All the blood in his body was flowing between his legs and that was creating a big problem, considering that he was still pressed against the counter. Even though Yunho’s hands were not caging him anymore, Yunho had his whole body pressed against him. No chance to escape.

“This whole week…” Yunho seemed to get something out of his pockets. “You tried to get my attention the whole week.” Wooyoung felt him move. And suddenly he saw black. “All the flashing, all the touching.. do you know how hard it was not to ask Y/n to allow me to fuck you right there?” Yunho’s big hands gently tied the blindfold behind Wooyoung’s head, making him whine.

“But you wanted this today. You didn’t want to ask Y/n, right? You wanted me to destroy you on my own. Did you like your punishment so much?” Yunho pulled Wooyoung’s ear close to his mouth, nearly kissing it while he whispered those words. “You knew I wouldn’t say these things if Y/n was here right?”

The pure memory of his punishment made him let out a pathetic cry. Yes he enjoyed it. Yes he didn’t want you to know. Why was Yunho so good at reading his mind?

Yunho grabbed him by his blindfold and harshly led him to the kitchen table. “You don’t have a present for me right? Then be my birthday meal…” Yunho said before pushing Wooyoung onto the table, one hand still grabbing him by the blindfold, the other opening Wooyoung’s pants. 

And they hit the ground faster than Wooyoung could say “Please.”

“Look how hard you are. All red and ready for me. Just by my words… oh if Y/n knew..” Yunho growled, and Wooyoung heard a zipper. “You are lucky that I came prepared.” 

A tube opened and closed and shortly after Wooyoung felt a cold hand on his ass, long slippy fingers making their way to his clenching hole. “Oh.. I see, you came prepared as well.” Yunho laughed as his fingers slipped into Wooyoung’s entrance. “Y/n will not be happy to hear about that. Our little Wooyoung prepared himself. Touched himself without permission. Again.” 

“Please d-don’t tell on me..” It was the first thing Wooyoung was able to say properly since his eyes were covered. “Why shouldn’t I?” Yunho asked in return, making Wooyoung squiel. 

He gently rubbed lube onto his dick before placing it at Wooyoung’s entrance. He had been dying to do this all day. He just waited for a good opportunity. 

“You can d- ahh” Wooyoung cried out loud as Yunho's length disappeared in his body. He felt his walls stretching and his tummy bulging. Why was Yunho so big? 

“What was that?” Yunho chuckled at the sound of Wooyoung’s breathless whines. 

“Do e-everything you want but don’t te-“ He was interrupted once again as Yunho started to move. His movements were gentle, but considering his size, every little movement was too much. 

“Sorry I couldn’t help myself. I remembered your desperate slut behaviour and felt the need to move.” Wooyoung felt Yunho’s hand grabbing his hair instead of the blindfold, pulling his head off the kitchen table. “What did you say?”

Wooyoung was done already. His whole body was arching. His cock felt like it would explode at any second and he felt his legs shake. Suddenly he was very thankful that he was lying on the table with his upper body. But the way his shaft was pressed against the edge of the table with every thrust wasn’t making it easier to hold back the lewd noises he was already making.

“Give me more..” That was not what he was originally trying to say. But he was too stuffed to care. And Yunho was obviously happy with that answer as well. Because he abruptly started to move faster. 

The deep and steady moans coming from Yunho were nothing in comparison to the loud and high pitched whines Wooyoung was letting out of his mouth. 

And it didn’t take long for Yunho to find the right angle, now exactly hitting Wooyoung’s spot. “Ahh Yunh-ho I-I will cum if y-you ke-aahh-ep it there..” Wooyoung whined loudly, making Yunho smile viciously. 

“You will? Cum without my hand wrapped around your cock? What a shame.” Due to the fact that Wooyoung couldn’t see anything, the feelings were much more intense as Yunho’s fingers gently ran down his stomach, getting way too close to his burning tip. 

“N-No please t-touch..” Wooyoung begged as he felt Yunho’s hand waiting to grab him. And he did that instantly. 

Yunho’s hand wrapped around his cock made Wooyoung go insane. His whole body jerked up and he immediately clenched around the dick that was deep inside of him. “Fuck..” Yunho groaned at the sudden pleasure, instantly pulling Wooyoung’s body up by his hair and the blindfold. He let go of Wooyoung’s hair and wrapped his hand around his neck. Wooyoung’s head was so close to his. And he couldn’t help but lick along Wooyoung’s jawline. 

“Cum for me. Make a mess all over the table.” He groaned, making Wooyoung cry pathetically. 

A few tears appeared from the blindfold, running down his jaw. He strongly bit his lip to keep in the lewd noises he wanted to make. And it didn’t take him long to feel his cum wandering up his length. 

When Yunho’s dick hit his spot one more time, it was over. Wooyoung’s legs nearly gave in as he felt his hot liquid spurt out of his tip. Yunho’s thrusts were sloppy and his hand made squelching noises as he rubbed Wooyoung’s cum on his cock. 

“That’s right. That’s how you make a mess.” Yunho whispered as he felt his own orgasm approaching in no time. The painting of cum on the table, Wooyoung’s neck in his right and Wooyoung’s cock in his left hand, his dick deep inside of Wooyoung’s clenching hole. All of that was the reason for him to explode.

He groaned loudly as he emptied himself into Wooyoung, gently letting go of Wooyoung’s neck. 

But Wooyoung couldn’t hold himself. He just let himself fall onto the table again. Landing in his own mess. 

Yunho grinned as he pulled out and cleaned himself up. “Was that what you wanted? Now you’re laying in your own mess. And anyone could come in.” Yunho set gentle kisses on Wooyoung’s face, which was a complete contrast to his words. 

And he let him lie there. Yunho dressed himself properly and turned the stove on again. Completely ignoring the fucked and messy Wooyoung that was lying on the table behind him.

“Hey Wooyoung, when will dinner be rea-?” San entered the kitchen but stopped immediately when he saw what, or better who, was set on the table. 

“It will still take a bit Sannie. Wooyoung was distracted a bit.” Yunho answered without turning around.

“Oh.”

[bonny-kookoo]

Welcome to the Show

In which you've been hired as a very special woman for the seven idols- and become even more special down the line.

Tags/Warnings: mentions of Prostitution, mentions of abandonment, escort services, it's really just an introduction to the story, so nothing hard to mention here.

Wordcount: 5.4k

Pairing: eventual OT7 x Reader

Taglist: @hey-youre-appreciated, @fuck-expectations-people; @chienitta (couldn't tag, sorry), @joonie-jheysittinginatree97, @justinetingball, @artisinalkoo, @theestrangeddreamer

Playing a pretty doll was pretty boring to say the least.

You're sitting down, watching people talk and chat away- Yunwoo somewhere close by, before he seems to excuse himself, walking towards you. He tries not to show it- but you can see the exhaustion in the man's face. He's told you in the car on your way to the venue already, that he doesn't really enjoy these gatherings at all. They're just to flex each other's wallets and feed their own egos- something he didn't need, he'd told you. "I don't need to ask if you're enjoying yourself, no?" He chuckles from across you at the small table, smiling a bit pitiful, before he takes a good gulp of his champagne. You're sits still untouched- you don't like getting drunk.

And you're not allowed to be intoxicated on a job anyway.

"I'm not here to enjoy myself." You simply say, the smile on your lips able to fool anyone into thinking it was a mere joke. But Yunwoo's a rather smart person- that's why he was a wealthy man, after all. "I'm here to look pretty." You say, before you take one of the small cheese cubes from the snacks placed fancily on the table, before putting it into your mouth. It's a little funny, how things seem to taste differently depending on how expensive- or free in this moment- it was. Your own cheese at home always seemed to taste the same.

"And you're doing a great job doing that." Yunwoo chuckles, before he leans back in his seat, pulling out his pack of cigarettes. "Would you mind accompanying me?" He asks, and you shake your head.

You're not allowed to mind while on a job anyway.

"You know-" He starts, helping you with your coat before he walks onto the balcony, closing the door behind him. "I wondered how this would work out." He says, as he places the cancer stick between his lips, cupping his hands around the lighter to light it. It works after the second try, and he apologizes under his breath when the first heap of smoke accidentally hits you. You wave it off, however- you're used to it. "But you're very pleasant to have. Honestly." He admits, leading you away from the doors and close to the corner of the balcony, where a small bench is placed. "Someone I know- and trust, might I add- has asked me to tell him how tonight went." He explains, and you nod. People like to know what it's like hiring an escort- they want to know, but they don't want to do it themselves either. So they later on can say things like, 'I'd never do something like that!'. As if your profession was a crime. "Say- your agency stated quite clearly that you don't offer any.. Personal favors, so to say." He starts, and you try not to sigh.

It always ends up here.

"I'm not asking for them, just to be clear." He says. "But I.. a friend of mine, he's in a bit of a predicament as of lately. Needs someone he can trust, someone who will.. treat this matter as delicately as it needs to be." He continues his little rant between drags of his cigarette.

"So your.. 'Friend', he wants a personal prostitute." You bluntly say, and Yunwoo looks at you for a second- before he laughs openly, the first one you've seen that looks utterly genuine.

"It's harsh to say it like this, but in a way, yes." He explains, shrugging. "Not for himself, though." He continues on.

"I don't think I can follow correctly, Yunwoo." You say, involuntarily crossing your arms in front of you, pulling your coat tighter against your body. It's a natural response of rejection- you can simply sense something weird about the whole conversation, and it makes you feel eerie.

"It's not a brothel, or anything close to that, dear." He reassures, seemingly sensing what you're thinking about his words. "It's.. Difficult to explain, however. If you're interested, I'll give you his number. Contact him, tell him you're Yunwoo's darling'. He'll know who you are then." He finishes, flicking the bud of his cigarette off the balcony, before he stands up again, holding out his hand. "Shall we?"

Being an escort had never been a dream job of yours.

Neither was your dream to sit in an empty apartment, boxes all around you packed with your belongings. After your contract had expired, you struggled to find work again. As someone who worked at 'that industry' as its called, you're no desired candidate for any job, really. Wasted potential, the last one had said with a shake of his head, before he had given you your stuff back- not interested in even considering you for hire.

And now, after four months of being unable to pay rent, your apartment had been taken away from you. It was understandable, really, so you weren't mad at your landlord. The guy had a family to feed as well, after all. Checking your wallet for how much money you've had left, a small note catches your eye.

'Yunwoo's darling.'

At this point, you didn't even have anything left to lose, no? Texting the random number wasn't a scary thing as you typed a short message to check if whoever this person was, was still interested. You're at a low point, after all- you needed money. And while you don't really know how to play the part, you did have at least a little experience. And after all, it's not like that guy was still searching. It's been five months, for god’s sake- there's no way whoever Yunwoo's friend was hadn't found what he'd been looking for already. There's plenty of fish in the sea.

And when two hours pass without an answer, that's proof enough for you that you're too late for something yet again.

"Here, miss." The man leads you, and you follow along like a lost puppy.

The place is huge, clean floors almost reflecting your own self like a mirror- people bustling around, dressed casual and high class all the same. Everyone seems familiar with one another, chatting with passing people or standing somewhere at the side. When the elevator closes, it's quiet- something that you technically like, but right now, it's suffocating. It makes you nervous for what's to come- for what you've gotten yourself into. "You're okay. Promise. Seems scarier than it is right now." The man tries to reassure- does he know? Is he pitying you? Or is he maybe the one hiring you, and it's like one of those weird movies? "You like video games?" He asks, before pointing at your shirt, a dragon-like creature on it that no one who didn't play the game would've known. You nod, shyly so, looking at the ground. Those were the only clothes you had that you felt most comfortable in; the shirt with the dragon on it, an oversized zip-hoodie thrown over it, paired with ripped jeans and your favorite boots.

You weren't here to make an impression, after all.

"That's good." He simply says. "They'll like you." He comments, before the elevator opens. They?

You don't get to ask what he means however, as he already steps out, knocking at an office door before opening it. There's a man sitting behind the desk, whoever he was talking to gets up, greets you with a curious glance, before walking past you. He was young, you noticed- casual dark clothes and silver piercings adorning his face. "I'll be out with the guys." The guy who'd walked you in says, before he leaves as well.

"Sit down, dear, don't stand there." The man says with a smile, before he greets you, sitting down as well. "So! I was pretty surprised by your message. I thought you had declined whatever Yunwoo had told you." He explains, leaning back in his seat. He's comfortable in this room, the total opposite of you. You feel weirdly cornered, like an animal trapped. There was no way of getting out of this without seriously embarrassing yourself. "Which leads to my first question; what did he tell you?" He wonders, casually resting his hands over his stomach. If you didn't feel so uncomfortable, he'd look like a very friendly person. But right now, all your mind could see him as, was a predator.

"That you were.. Searching for someone offering sexual favors to, someone you know?" You try and recall his words. "I honestly didn't understand quite what he was trying to tell me. I'm hoping you can elaborate on this." You say, trying to sound as professional as you can. You don't know what exactly the man wanted from you- but you were desperate to know.

"Ah, well, it's right and wrong at the same time." He chuckles to himself. "Did you recognize the young man leaving my office?" He asks, and you cross your legs, trying to force yourself to be more at ease. It works little.

"I'm.. yes, of course." You say, unsure if your assumptions were correct. How could you not know who the young guy was? His and his bandmates faces were all over billboards and subway stations whenever they had their birthdays. It was hard not to know them, really.

"Good, you're honest." The man says, nodding to himself. "I like that. Usually, the girs try and play as if they don't know them." He continues. "I'll be honest as well then." He says, before he opens a drawer, sliding a small stack of papers towards you. "Read it. The first page should be enough to tell you what I'm looking for." He says, and you lean over the table, to read whats written.

Its a contract.

More specifically, a contract between you and the company. It's in a very highly professional language, but you know what its all about as soon as you reach merely the middle of the first page. "So, I apologize for maybe being too blunt but-" You start, putting the papers down again. "You're searching for a private prostitute for your band." You state, and the man across you smiles, before he laughs.

"I'm really starting to like you!" He says. "Smart in the head. Just what I need." He goes on, before he leans forward as well, turning the page. "There's a description of what exactly your contract entails. It does not state you have to provide any sexual favors- just to be clear." He tells you, pointing towards a line of text with his pen, before he goes to the next underneath. "But it also states that it's not prohibited." He says. "What I'm searching for is not a prostitute for them. If I needed that I wouldn't be so careful about who I'd choose. There's plenty of girls out there who'd take that job." He says honestly. You like the way he talks- he's clear with what he is trying to convey.

"What are you searching for then?" You question, slowly growing more relaxed.

"They're young men who crave female company." He explains. "Its normal for them to want to have relationships when everyone they work with already have families of their own." He goes on.

"So instead of taking the risk of girlfriends causing scandals, you want to hire one girl to play the girlfriend for all of them." You finish with a chuckle, making him laugh yet again as he grins, leaning back in his seat with his hands up in defeat.

"You're quite something!" He says. "It may sound very cruel, but its whats best at the moment." He says. "I don't want them to fall apart just for something so fleeting like love." He goes on. "I basically watched them grow up." The man says, looking at the contract.

"So that's your solution?" you ask.

"It is." He nods. "If you look further into the contract, you will be living in their apartment building as well. Its a private apartment reserved for you; you'll have complete control over who enters it, and when you need time for yourself. You won't be able to have visitors, however- I think the reasons for that are quite clear." He chuckles, and you nod.

"So.. when would I start?" You ask, and the man's eyes start to sparkle seemingly.

"When can you start?" He asks instead.

You're unpacking your things when suddenly, a dog comes running through the opened door of your apartment, sniffing around eagerly before it spots you, exciting to see you it seems. It's friendly, and he reminds you of your old dog who'd passed away earlier this year- making you carefully reach to see if he'd accept any pets from you. He immediately does so, accepting any affection you give him as you sit down on the floor, the dog eagerly falling onto his back as you smile at its antics.

"Bam?!" Someone calls out, clearly distressed. "Bam!" He calls again, before he peeks into your apartment, spotting his dog panting happily, clearly uncaring of his commands as he instead hits his head against your thigh, demanding more attention from you. Jungkook himself is more stunned to see you so at ease with the dog if anything- He's never gotten close with the past girls before, but just from the way you simply smile sheepishly while petting his dog, you seem like someone he'd see himself become friends with. "Come on you brat, that's basically tresspassing what you're doing!" He dramatically scolds, as you get up- almost getting knocked down by the excited dog again.

"Go, be a good boy." You say, waving your hand to lead the dog away from you. He des so, seemingly understanding the gesture as he walks back into Jungkooks hands, instantly one of them holding onto the chain around the dog's neck.

"I'm so sorry, he's still learning!" He apologizes, but you wave him off.

"It's fine, young dogs are like that I guess. He's done no harm." You say, petting the dog's head once again. "Y/N. I assume you all have been.. you know, told I'd move in and be around." You say, and Jungkook nods.

"Its always a bit awkward at first, so I apologize in advance." He says, before someone else comes into your apartment.

"Jungkook have you found hi- oh!" The young man says, smiling brightly as he greets you. "I've seen you before! So you really are the new girl." He says, and you shrug, before nodding.

"Guess so. I hope we'll get along well." You say, as Jimin nods at you, leading Jungkook out the apartment.

"I hope we'll get along more than just well." He says before he leaves, chuckling to himself as the door closes.

Huh.

"She's cute." Jimin says at the dinner table. "Not Taehyung's type though." He shrugs, as he picks up some more food for himself.

"Why?" Said singer asks, lazily taking a sip of his soda.

"Pretty short. Wears clothes like me, she seems to be more into comfort than looks." Jungkook explains, pushing his dog to the side to make him stop begging. "Didn't wear makeup either." he says.

"Seemed really chill though. Didn't freak out when Bam attacked her." Jimin comments, making Namjoon perk up as Jungkook instantly defends his pet.

"He did not!" He says.

"Wait, Bam met her?" Taehyung asks. "How'd it go?" He wonders, as Jungkook grins.

"She seemed to be really cool with it." He says. "Bam likes her, don't you?" He asks his dog, playfully holding his head in his hands.

"Doesn't matter much." Yoongi mumbles from the side. "They bag the cash and leave. You know how it goes."

His words seem to cover everyone in a rather gloomy veil of doubt again. With the youngest secretely hoping that this time, it'll be different.

Its the third day, and you've.. well, seen most of them already.

Some of them interact a little bit, but they don't pay much attention to you apart from Jungkook and Jimin, who both seem very much open to getting to know you. Jimin had told you that it's a first for Jungkook to be so eager- he's usually one of the most reserved, not liking the entire idea in the first place. And while he's told you that as well, he doesn't ever mention it either.

They both don't make it feel like you have to befriend them in order to earn money.

"Yoongi-ssi seemed really displeased by me being at practice today." You comment, as Jungkook continues his game at your playstation. You still haven't set up a lot of furniture, just your couch that serves as your bed at the same time, and your TV and gaming equipment. Jungkook had become all starry eyed at your collection of different games, and you couldn't really do anything else than invite him to play here in your apartment, even though you're sure he must have the same if not more games than you could ever own. 'its more fun if someone's there with you' he'd said, and it had strangely pulled at your heartstrings.

He really was a hopeless case wasn't he.

"He tends to be like that." He comments, dodging an attack on screen by moving his body a little, clearly invested in his game. "Trust me, he doesn't hate you- he simply doesn't like the whole contract thing." He explains, and you nod, pulling your legs up to rest on the couch.

"Jimin said you don't like it either." You comment. "Said you usually don't talk much to the girls." You say, leaning back against the softness of your familiar piece of furniture.

"Well yeah." He says, shrugging. "They're usually.. not my type." He explains, leaning back as well as a cutscene plays on your TV. He runs a hand through his hair, before he looks at you. "They typically sign the contract thing, then try to sleep with us, then leave and take the cash." He goes on, looking at you for a second before he stretches his legs. "They pretend they know us just from what they see on screen." He mumbles.

"Well, I can see why they'd do that though." You try and justify. "Most girls in that.. industry, they need the money." You say.

"Like you?" He asks, before his eyes widen. "Sorry, oh god I didn't mean it like that-" He hurries, wide eyes staring at you suddenly in shame.

"It's fine Jungkook, relax." You laugh at his reaction. "And yes, sure I need the money." You say. "But... Nah, forget it. You're loosing over there by the way." You say, trying to avert the topic. Your reasons on why you've taken on the contract were yours- and he was still a stranger to you. You weren't ready to share things like that yet.

And while Jungkook didn't seem convinced that it didn't matter- he dropped it, genuinely glad that you were treating them all as strangers.

As what they actually were.

When Jimin had asked you to watch his practice, you didn't think he meant watching him and the rest of the band yet again.

You felt off, as if you shouldn't be there. It was clear that some of the guys seemed on edge with your presence- and its the main reason you're talking to Jimin in that moment. "It's fine- I don't want to force myself onto them. If they don't like me being here, I shouldn't be here." You tried to reason, but Jimin wimply whined, setting down his water bottle.

"But I like having you here!" He complains, as you give him a reassuring smile.

"Thank you." You say. "But you're a group, Jimin. You gotta take everyone's opinion into account." You say, grabbing your jacket as you slip your arms through the sleeves. "It's gonna take time. I can watch you practice alone sometime else." You explain, as another voice chimes up behind you.

"You're leaving?" Hoseok asks, genuinely surprised. "Or are you cold?" he questions.

"No, I'm leaving." You say politely, smiling. "I don't want to intrude." You say.

"You're not, I'm sorry if you thought that way-" He tries to convince you, but you simply chuckle, waving him off.

"No need to force it. I'm not upset over it, honest!" You say, tapping your heart in an almost childish manner to signal a promise. It makes Hoseok grin a little. Maybe Jimin and Jungkook were right about you, he thinks, as said maknae walks up to you with the leader in tow.

"Whats going on?" Jungkook asks, as Namjoon seems to scan everyone's faces- trying to figure out the nature of your little talk. "You're leaving?" He wonders, and you nod, taking your small bag and putting the strap over your shoulder.

"Guys, you're making this into something bigger than it is." You laugh, relaxing Namjoon instantly as he notices you're laughing in a genuine manner, and not just to fool them into thinking it was fine. "You gotta practice, and I'm not helping. I'll go home, it's no big deal." You say.

"Did we make you feel uncomfortable?" Namjoon asks, and you shake your head instantly. "Alright. Then lets get back to work. And you-" He adresses you, a hand on your shoulder. "Take care." He says, before ushering the other guys back into their positions, Hoseok waving at you while Jungkook and Jimin seem more or less unsatisfied with their leader's decision to let you go.

You do however notice Yoongi staring, watching you as you make your way out the practice rom.

A knock at your door wakes you from your nap on the couch.

As you open it, Yoongi stands in front of it, with his hands in his pockets. "Can I come in?" He asks, looking around, as you tilt your head, leaning against the side of your doorframe.

"Do you want to come in?" You ask instead, making him look up as he chuckles.

"You're weird." He says. "No, I technically don't. But I want to apologize and I don't wanna do that standing in front of your door like that." He explains, and you smile.

"Nothing to apologize for though." You say. "You're talking about practice today, no?" You wonder, and he nods. "And there's nothing to apologize for, again. I left because I was making you feel uncomfortable, simple as that." You say.

"Well, then I apologize for being uncomfortable." He says, shrugging.

"Are you listening to yourself, Yoongi-ssi?" You say. "That's ridiculous. You don't like me, nothing wrong with that. Don't apologize for feeling a certain way, at least not to me."

"It's not that I don't like you-" He sighs. "I just don't know you." He admits.

"And I don't know you either." You chuckle.

"You know more about me than I do about you." He says, visibly relaxed now as he finally looks at you while talking.

"Do I?" You ask with raised brows. "I know BTS Suga. I don't know Min Yoongi standing here right now." You say, making him look at you a little strangely. "And you're not obligated to tell me anything about yourself either- just like I don't have to share my whole life with any of you. I'll give what I want to give. I'll take what you give to me. Easy as that." You explain.

"I thought the kids were joking when they said you're quite something else." He chuckles.

"Well, maybe." You say. "Right now I know I don't want you standing there in front of my apartment." You say, he chuckles.

"What're you suggesting?" He says, and you can't help the grin that spreads over your lips.

"Late night ice cream straight out the tub and a trash movie." You tell him in a playfully sultry tone.

"Sounds pretty hot." He says. "Am I invited?" He asks, and you lean back, opening the door further.

"I think there's an open spot on my couch." You say. "And maybe even a spare spoon."

And he shakes his head with a smile to himself, before he enters your apartment with you.

"Ow!" You swear as you notice the small cut on your finger. The wood from your old closet had taken some damage during the move- but then again, the thing was pretty old in itself, so there was no wonder it would give up at some point in its lifetime. Walking out your apartment with your finger in your mouth, you almost run straight into the oldest of the group and Taehyung, who seem to have been talking about something before spotting you, standing still as if caught doing something bad. "Hi." You simply say, waving with your unoccupied hand, before you look down the hall. "Can you tell me which one of those is Yoongis?" You ask, as Seokjin nods.

"Down the hall, last door there." He says simply. "Everything alright?" He asks, clearly talking about your hand.

"Oh yeah, I'm just clumsy. I always hurt myself whenever I try doing something productive." You explain. "Cut myself on my closet. Need a man to do it for me, I guess." You chuckle, before you start walking.

"He's working right now." Taehyung says bluntly, and you nod at that, turning to walk inside your apartment again.

"Can't be helped then. Thanks though!" You say, as Seokjin speaks up.

"We can help, if you'd like." he asks, and you tilt your head.

"Do you want to help?" You ask. "Because you don't have to." You say, and Taehyung smiled suddenly, small, but honest.

"I'll help exactly because of that now." He says, and you nod, inviting him in, as Seokjin stays in his spot. You wait for a second, until you wave.

"I won't keep him for too long, don't worry!" You simply say with a smile, and Jin is a little taken aback by the fact that you really meant that. You're not upset he's not tagging along- you simply take his decision and don't seem to dwell on it much. He can see why Taehyung agreed to help- he enjoys honesty, and had been interested in getting to know you ever since Yoongi had let it slip that he had spent some time with you last week. And also, it's by now well known that you get along very well with the youngest and Jimin, even slowly talking more and more to Hoseok and Namjoon.

Though Jin himself isn't sure of you yet, so he walks his way, interested in how you'll take that rejection.

"So." Taehyung says, as you walk towards your halfway-setup closet, picking up some screws. "Was wondering how you've managed to get a hold of Yoongi so quick. Jimin and Jungkook, too. Though Jiminie.. Well, I wasn't surprised." He says casually, walking up to you.

"Do you think I've had sex with them?" You ask him, struggling with one of the boards as he holds it up for you to push one of the screws through the worn down hole.

"Didn't you?" He wonders, genuinely seeming to be surprised.

"No." You say, and Taehyung stutters in his movements for a second or two, before his voice seems less intimidating than before.

"I'm sorry-" He starts, but you wave him off. He can't help but stare at the carefree look you have on your face, absolutely not offended by his thoughts.

"I mean, that's why the girls prior were usually here for, no?" You say. "Yoongi told me." You say, and Taehyung nods. "That's why you all call me rather weird. Or, wait no- you call me 'something else'." You chuckle, as Taehyung shrugs.

"Guess you are." He admits. "Jin can be.. a bit hard to crack. He usually doesn't interact with the girls hired any more than necessary." He says. "He'll come around."

"And even if he doesn't, that's fine." You say.

"You'll get paid less." He says, and you look at him. "I know the contract. We all know it." He admits.

You simply shrug. "Then I'll get paid less. I won't force any of you to like me or use me." You say.

"Use you.. that sounds.. rather awful-" He starts, but you don't seem fazed.

"It's what I'm here for." You tell him, and he takes over the screw for you, large hand easily able to swallow yours hole as he helps you.

"Maybe." He mumbles. "But you shouldn't talk yourself down like that." He continues.

"I'm simply realistic." You tell him, now holding the board instead- roles reversed. "The contract makes it all sound fancier than it really is. I'm basically a girlfriend for hire for you, all-inclusive." You laugh, making Taehyung crack up as well as he has to put down the tools to laugh himself.

"You really are something else." He says.

And you just shrug. "I'm just me."

----

"Kyung-sook Shin." Namjoon says, as he spots you reading on the floor in front of one of the large windows in the hallway of the building you now called home. "A good book." He comments, and you look up, smiling as you nod, folding a small edge of the page before closing it.

"I've already read it. I'm just reading it again." You say. "You read it too?" You ask, and he nods.

"It's an intriguing story, really." He says.

You simply hum, nodding. "Reminds me of my own mom. I mean, in a way." Before you laugh. "Okay yeah the only thing she's got in common with my mom is that both dissappeared one day." You chuckle, making Namjoon perk up.

You've noticed this already with him. He seems eager to catch any little bite of information about you any time you throw them out. He remembers the smallest bits here and there, and appears to be desperate to make sense of you. "I'm sorry to hear that." He says, and you shrug.

"Not much to it." You say. "And makes sense, no?" You say, looking at him. "I mean, after all, a girl in my shoes gotta have some broken family to feed the stereotype." You chuckle, and Namjoon seems not entirely pleased by your lame attempt at joking around.

"Taehyung already said that you like to take this all rather jokingly." He says. "That you said you're here to be used." He says, and you shrug. "He didn't mean to tell, though. Sometimes things slip his mouth, he doesn't mean it." He tells you, trying to defend his bandmate.

"I figured you'd talk." You say. "So its fine. You have every right to be curious of my intentions."

"We're more curious about you, to be honest." He admits, sitting down across from you as he leans against the cool window- his legs almost touching yours. "You're not what we're used to."

"I know." You say, before you put the book to the side, your hands now in your lap as you look at him. "So." You start, and he parrots it back.

"So."

"What do you want to know?" You ask.

"Why you're here. Why you agreed to this job." He says.

"Because I need the money." You admit easily.

"Why not take on a regular 9 to 5?" He wonders.

"No one want's to hire a former escort." You explain. "Ruins the reputation. Scares away customers." You tell him.

"Why'd you become one in the first place, then?" He wonders.

You smile. "Too much." You simply tell him softly, and he nods, accepting that.

"You're honest." He says- and you shrug, as he slowly starts to get up, a hand on your shoulder before he finally stands to his full height. "Don't lose that." He mumbles out, before he leaves you to yourself.

And for the first time, you really don't want someone to leave just yet.

----

"I've been thinking.." Taehyung starts. "About, you know, requesting her." He says.

"If you want to." Yoongi shrugs. "Thought about the whole thing too. She seems okay to be honest." He says. "You got doubts?" He asks, as Taehyung shrugs.

"Not doubts-" He says. "But I don't know." He says.

"You're making this all weird inside your head." Jimin says, as he leans back in his chair, having finished his meal. "It's just sex, what are you all so scared of suddenly?" He wonders, and Namjoon shrugs.

"I mean, I get it." He admits. "Though I guess you're right as well." He muses.

And through it all, Jin sits quietly.

Unsure.

-----

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. Please do not repost, translate, or claim.

[honeyhotteoks]

in bloom - part one (j.yh + j.wy); section one

summary: one night, you and your boyfriend and your best friend are watching a movie, only you didn’t realize this movie would have a sex scene this long. or that they would notice how uncomfortable it made you. when you finally confess to them why, they take their time guiding you through every life experience you’ve always felt too late for, one kiss at a time. part one; section one | part one; section two | part two masterlist

note: this was inspired by my 🪻 anon who sent a suggestion about a yunwoo fic centered on loss of virginity. what was supposed to be an ask reply became a full fic. see under the cut for more detailed notes and disclaimers. part two coming soon.

warnings: virginity, late bloomer reader (she’s 26), demisexual!reader, complex relationships to sex, sexuality, and pleasure. fluff, angst, and emotional hurt/comfort, frank conversations about sexual experiences and norms including body hair and preferences, references to disassociation during sex but in the past, brief mention/question about sexual trauma (there is none), bisexual!wooyoung, bicurious!yunho, nervous / inexperienced reader, shy reader, embarrassed reader, slow and i mean SLOW sexual acts, lots of consent, kissing galore, nipple play, body worship, masturbation (f), fingering, oral sex (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), hand jobs, yunwoo teaching how to and reader learning for basically ever sex act….. lots of soft pet names y'all know me, an extremely earned 'good girl'

pairings: boyfriend!yunho x best friend!wooyoung x fem!reader

genre: smut and more smut

word count: 18.9k

note! this post was too long for tumblr, be sure to read section two here! or check it out on ao3

disclaimer:

this fic deals with complex feelings around loss of virginity, the "right age" to lose your virginity, as well as exploring different kids of sexualities, specifically demisexuality though it is not named as such in the fic. I want to emphasize that there is no "right age" to lose your virginity, and virginity itself is a social construct, but our reader here is 26 and feels late and has a lot of shame around her relationship to sex and arousal. this is not to say that 26 is "late" or there's anything wrong with it, but there are moments in the fic that she is very unkind to herself and it's because she needs to unpack these feelings not because I believe them to be true. regarding demisexuality, I did my best to use my research and understanding of demisexuality to offer a different understanding of arousal for my character here. for her, she is awkward and uncomfortable with sex to the point that it feels foreign to her, and the way she experiences sexual desires or arousal is different to any characters i’ve written or what she sees in media. for her, she needs a romantic or emotional connection with someone to feel that desire, so of course enter our boys and some classic quiet yearning. if you are more educated on demisexuality than I am, and feel that this tag is misplaced on this fic, please let me know. I always seek to be a responsible writer, and want to be sure this is a safe and inclusive space for all. thank you, happy reading!

You’ve never understood sex in movies. It’s always full of heavy breathing, frantic pawing at each other, and the sounds. The sounds. There’s no way people in real life actually sound like that if they’re not acting, you can’t imagine it. The few times you’ve tried to watch porn made you feel the same way, uncomfortable and anxious.

So it doesn’t help that this action movie has an unexpected sex scene and it definitely doesn’t help that you're sandwiched on the couch between your boyfriend and your best friend. 

The throwaway female character moans on screen, her head thrown back with a grimace of pleasure on her face and your hands tighten, your eyes looking down to avoid it completely. 

At twenty-six years old, watching a sex scene in a movie shouldn’t make you want to curl up in your own body and die, but here you are. The scene is long, full of heated tension and steamy camera angles even before the couple on screen starts to hastily undress and moan together in the sheets, and it makes your whole body vibrate with uncomfortable energy. 

Yunho is relaxed in the corner of your couch, legs spread out on the chaise, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you nestle into his side. He’s sweet, your boyfriend of three going on four months, and he seems completely unfazed by the scene on screen. 

Wooyoung is lounging on your opposite side, his legs cutting a diagonal line across you so he can rest his feet on part of the chaise too, all three of you tucked up under blankets. 

You probably wouldn’t be so unable to process your discomfort had you not gone out with them earlier in the night, a few happy hour drinks and back to your place with takeout and some more beer to keep the good vibes going. If you were stone cold sober you would probably be fine, but you had a buzz earlier, and a buzz always makes you more emotional. 

“Damn,” Wooyoung huffs a laugh at the screen and takes a long swig of his beer, “get it,” 

Yunho exhales a laugh softly through his nose but doesn’t comment. 

You can’t even bring yourself to say a word. The idea of sex alone doesn’t always make you uncomfortable, but more often than not it does. It’s worse right now though, the number of times you had thought about sex while simultaneously not having it with Yunho these past few months makes you feel like this movie is just shoving your own anxiety and embarrassment in your face. 

“Holy shit is that position even possible?” Wooyoung says, but you keep your eyes downcast, the sounds of the tv telling you all you need to know.

Your stomach clenches when Yunho responds, “Possible? Yeah. Comfortable, not so much,” 

Heat rises in your cheeks. 

He’s your boyfriend, that should turn you on, make you flirty and funny like other girls your age, but all you feel is a stark reminder of your own inadequacy. 

“I don’t know,” Wooyoung takes another drink and glances towards you and Yunho, and it’s just like your best friend to say the thing no one else will, when he laughs and nudges your knee, “y/n, what’s got you all embarrassed?” 

Yunho looks down at that. 

“Hmm?” You try to play it off, looking back up towards the screen as the scene finally fades to black, “What do you mean? I’m fine,” 

Wooyoung snorts a little, “Yeah? Did the movie get you all flustered? Cute,” 

“Shut up,” You cross your arms, rolling your eyes and trying to look back to the screen, “you’re missing the movie,” 

Yunho’s hand slips from the back of the couch to your arm. 

“Thinking about trying all that out when I leave?” Wooyoung gives you a cheeky eyebrow. 

Heat pricks behind your eyes. 

“That’s ambitious,” Wooyoung continues, oblivious to his word’s effects, but Yunho’s picked up on your tension. 

“Hey,” Yunho says sharply, “leave her alone,” 

“Oof,” Wooyoung holds up a hand in surrender, “sorry, sorry, she knows I’m just teasing,” 

You look to the side, turning your head away from him to try to collect yourself, but there’s no stopping the conversation now. 

“It doesn't matter,” Yunho strokes your arm, “she’s uncomfortable, lay off.” 

“Fine,” Wooyoung sighs, “damn, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit a nerve,” 

He more than hit a nerve. In true Wooyoung fashion as only he can do, he reached right in, exposed the nerve, and squeezed. You nod, swallowing tightly, and your plan is to tell him it’s no big deal and go back to pretending this never happened, but when you take in a breath it comes sharply and tears slip down over your cheeks. 

Yunho tenses, leaning forward to see you, “Baby?” 

“Fuck, are you crying?” Wooyoung sobers, sitting up and reaching for you, “I’m so sorry, I’m… I don’t know what I said, but don’t cry,” 

“I’m fine,” You suck in a breath and scrub your hands under your eyes, “I’m drunk, it’s fine,” 

“It’s not fine,” Yunho brushes your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. 

“Hey,” Wooyoung wraps his arm around your back and gives your thigh a squeeze with his opposite hand as he leans into you, “it’s okay, you’re okay,” 

“It’s not you,” You sigh, dropping your teary face into your hands, “it’s stupid,”

“It’s not,” Wooyoung starts to say, but you keep going. 

  “Yunho,” Your breath hitches, remembering how only two nights ago you had backed away from sex with him, leaving his apartment early again, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” 

Both men still, but then Yunho sighs, “I told you, it’s okay,” 

“It’s not,” Your breath hitches again, and maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it’s just the final tipping point of how angry you’ve been at yourself for months, years, but you say it, “it’s not okay that your girlfriend is fucking defective,” 

Wooyoung’s hand tightens on your knee, and Yunho sucks in a sharp breath, “Hey,” he says, “baby, what,” 

Something clicks in place, “You guys haven’t had sex,” Wooyoung blurts out.

“That’s not really any of your-,” Yunho starts to say, but you cut him off. 

“No,” 

“We’re just taking it slow,” Yunho shifts, drawing you closer, “and there is nothing wrong with that,” 

You shake your head, and suddenly the sound of the television cuts. 

“Yunho’s right,” Wooyoung rubs your back, “and I wouldn’t have teased you like that if I knew. I wasn’t trying to be mean, you know that, I just assumed we weren’t talking about stuff like that since we’re all friends, so it didn’t get weird,” 

Nervousness bubbles through you, and you push their hands away, “I should go,” 

“What?” Yunho says, confusion all over his face as you stand up. 

“Go? This is your apartment,” Wooyoung follows you, the blankets discarded on the floor. 

“To bed,” You manage, trying to recover as you try to physically remove yourself from the most uncomfortable conversation of your life, “I should go to bed.” 

“It’s eight o’clock,” Wooyoung reaches for you, “what is going on?” 

“Well, I’m tired,” Your legs are moving, heart pounding, but as you walk past the couch towards the hall Yunho’s hand closes around your wrist and pulls you to a stop.

“What did you mean, ‘my girlfriend's defective’?” Yunho asks softly, pulling you back to the couch, his voice gravelly with tension and concern. 

“Yunho,” You sigh. 

“No,” He shakes his head, “you’re running away,” 

“Yun-,” 

“I’ve been patient,” He insists, “I haven’t pushed, but what does that mean? What the hell would make you think there’s something wrong with you?” 

You rest a hand over your eyes, taking a shaky breath. 

“You can talk to us,” Wooyoung murmurs. 

“It’s embarrassing,” You manage.

Yunho’s thumb softly strokes over the veins in your wrist, but he stays quiet. 

“It can’t be that bad,” Wooyoung says warmly, “you know all my embarrassing secrets,” 

You pull your arm out of Yunho’s grip and shake your head, “Fuck,” 

“Baby,” Yunho murmurs. 

“Fine, fuck it,” After years of biting your tongue, you’re not sure here in this moment you can do it anymore, and the truth all but bursts out of your chest, “I’m a virgin.” 

You watch Yunho’s eyes grow wide with surprise. 

Crossing your arms tightly over your chest, you take a step back, “It’s really fucking embarrassing, okay? So there, that’s it.” 

Yunho’s still for a moment, and then he pushes off the couch, stepping over the chaise to get to you. Your stomach feels like it’s dropped out under you, and for once Wooyoung is absolutely silent, watching your boyfriend to see exactly how he’ll respond. 

Yunho settles in front of you, sitting on the arm of the couch so that you’re eye to eye and then he gently touches your arms, “Sweetheart,” he says softly, “you have nothing to be embarrassed about.” 

His hands run up and down your upper arms slowly and you soften, “But,” 

He shakes his head, “That doesn’t make you defective,” he squeezes you, “I don’t want to ever hear you say that about yourself again,” 

You sigh, “It’s not just that,” 

“Then what?” He soothes you, pulling you a little closer until you’re standing between his open legs, “Talk to me,” 

“I’ve tried,” You explain quietly, “but I just can’t, and it’s not fair to you,” 

“You’ve tried,” Wooyoung processes those words clearly, and you finally glance at your best friend. 

You can only manage a nod. 

“To have sex?” Yunho infers. 

“In school,” Your cheeks heat and you try to pull away but Yunho keeps you in his hands. 

“That night at Yonsei,” Wooyoung blurts out as the puzzle pieces of his memory align and slot together. 

You grimace. That was the night you figured out how mismatched you and sex were, the night in college you decided to throw caution and fear aside and get a little drunk and just get it over with. Only it didn’t matter how hot your almost-hookup was, or how charming, the minute he had his hands on you everything changed in your brain. It was like you were disappearing inside yourself, feeling bleeding out of you until you were just a body you didn’t recognize. It had spun you right into a panic attack that left you running out of his apartment and straight to your best friend’s arms. 

“What happened at Yonsei?” Yunho tenses, looking between you both. 

Wooyoung looks at you for a long moment, “She met a guy at a party, and two hours later she was crying on my doorstep. You said nothing happened, you said he was just a jerk,” 

“He was fine, it was me,” You murmur, “I couldn’t do it,” 

“That was years ago though,” Wooyoung offers. 

You feel your cheeks heat up again, “I’ve tried to hook up with other people,” 

“Oh,” Wooyoung’s shoulders drop, his eyes going tender, “babe, why didn’t you tell me?” 

“It’s just so uncomfortable, I’m so mortified by the whole thing,” You rub your hands over your eyes, sighing into your palms. 

Yunho’s watching you carefully, but you can see him thinking and finally he says, “Were you ever planning on telling me?” 

Your stomach clenches and you can’t come up with anything to say. 

“Oh god,” His eyes widen, “you weren’t going to tell me, were you?” 

“I thought it might be different with you,” You murmur, “once I got up the nerve,” 

Yunho stands, running a hand through his hair, “Baby,” he steps away, pacing the length of the couch, “you can’t be serious,”

You expected him to be upset, but confusion at why he’s angry fills you, “What?” 

“I could tell you were a little inexperienced, that’s fine, but never? I could have hurt you, or gone too fast, y/n,” Yunho finally faces you, “we’re in a partnership, sex should be about both of us, and losing your virginity isn’t something to just get over with,” 

“I know,” You tell him, even though you really don’t have a good grasp on that at all, “I’m sorry, please don’t be upset,” 

“I’m not upset,” He sighs, “I’m… I don’t know,”

You’re quiet, panic curling in your gut that your worst fear of losing him was happening right in front of your eyes, but then Wooyoung interjects and the night seems to take the strangest turn with one sentence.

  “If it helps,” He says, “I’m also a virgin,” 

You and Yunho both swing around to look at him and you let out a startled laugh, “What? No you’re not, I literally know people you’ve hooked up with,” 

“I mean,” He nods, “okay, not a total virgin, in terms of percentages I think you win,” 

You laugh again at the absurdity of his words, clapping a hand over your lips. 

“I’ve done pretty much everything except had my dick in someone,” He says earnestly, “it’s not that big of a deal, I’m sure it’ll happen at some point with the right person,” 

“But,” You blink,  “you’ve dated so many people,” 

“Right, well,” He clears his throat, throwing a quick look at Yunho, “with girls it’s mostly just getting each other off and with guys, I’m uh, not exactly topping,” 

“Oh,” You manage. 

“My point is,” He steps towards you and cups your cheeks, “your very sweet boyfriend is right, there is nothing wrong with you. And if something is making you uncomfortable you’re not going to get over that by ignoring it or lying to people who care about you and want to take care of you.” 

There’s nothing to say to that. 

“Virginity is bullshit anyways,” He says firmly, “it doesn’t mean anything real, so if you’re a virgin so am I.” 

“Woo,” You sigh. 

“Yunho,” Wooyoung looks to the side, “come hug your girlfriend,” 

You smile, and in a second Yunho’s arms are around you, pulling you up and into his embrace. 

“This makes so much sense,” Yunho sighs, a little relieved as he rubs your back. 

“You’re sure you’re okay with it?” You ask into his chest, “I think most guys think,” 

“Fuck most guys,” Yunho shakes his head, “you’re not dating most guys.” 

“But,” 

“Woo,” He says, “back me up here,” 

Wooyoung laughs, “He’s right, most guys wouldn’t care,” he says, “but we definitely would want to know,” 

“You would?” You untangle yourself from Yunho to look at your best friend, “I mean, isn’t it all the same for you?” 

You know the question is naive the second it leaves your lips. Yunho’s hand stills on your upper arm, and Wooyoung cocks his head to the side before answering, “No, not really,” 

“At all,” Yunho adds, “there’s a lot I would do differently knowing that,” 

Wooyoung nods, “Same,” 

You run a hand through your hair, “I just feel like… I don’t know that’s not what it seemed like when I… or, fuck, this is so embarrassing,” 

“Come here,” Wooyoung pulls you into his chest and gives you a solid hug, “stop worrying what we think, we’re not judging you,” 

“Woo,” You murmur into his shoulder, “you don’t know, I think my brain is broken,” 

“No,” He soothes you, “come on, let’s all sit back down, we can talk,” 

You swallow tightly, but nod. 

Wooyoung pulls you gently back to your original position on the couch and Yunho follows, sliding into his spot and pulling the blankets up over all three of you as you settle in. 

“You can tell us,” Wooyoung says, tucking the blanket under your feet. 

Yunho nods before brushing his fingers along your cheekbone and tucking your hair behind your ear, “You okay?” 

You shrug a little, “I guess,” 

“You can tell me anything,” Yunho squeezes your hand, “I really care about you, y/n, I promise you can trust me,” 

You nod, and then you brace yourself for the questions, for the way you’re about to be more honest with these two men than you’ve been with yourself. 

“When you say you can’t,” Yunho brushes his thumb over your knuckles, “what do you mean?” 

You let out a slow breath, “I’ve never told anyone this,” 

Wooyoung smooths a hand over your knee under the blanket, a comforting rub of his skin on yours. 

“Um,” You don’t know where to start. 

“Does it hurt?” Wooyoung prompts you softly, “I know for some girls that’s a thing, right?” 

Yunho’s thumb stops moving, and he squeezes your hand again. 

“It’s not that,” You shake your head. 

“Okay,” Wooyoung murmurs, soft like he’s coaxing it out of you. 

“It’s,” You search for the right way to explain, “I don’t know why, but whenever I’m, um, intimate with someone it’s like I’m not there,” 

Yunho’s brow furrows as he studies your face. 

“It feels like I’m, I don’t know, not in my body anymore?” You try to explain, “Like I’m watching everything happen from the outside, like i’m stuck like that, and then I just panic,” 

Your words sit for a moment and then Wooyoung says, “That sounds really scary,” 

The tension left in your chest snaps and you suck in a sharp breath, “It is,” 

Yunho separates your hands and shifts closer to you on the couch, his body close and angled towards you, his hand cupping the back of your head, “You’re dissociating,” 

“Yeah,” 

He nods, “How many times has this happened?” 

“Um,” You look up, flicking through your memory, “a few times, three times,” 

“Was it always the same?” He asks. 

“Mostly,” You nod. 

“What really happened, then?” Wooyoung asks quietly, “At Yonsei,” 

“I told you most of it,” You say honestly, “he and I went upstairs at the party to his room, we you know, made out a bit which was okay. He didn’t mind that I was a virgin, and everything was okay, but then he started touching me and I just… yeah, I shut down, and then I started to hate it, and then I freaked out on him and ran off,” 

“And the other times?” Yunho’s hand slips down to settle on your neck.

  “Pretty much the same,” You tell them, “the second guy was someone from a class at this party, and then I swore sex off for a while, but tried again a couple of years ago with a guy at a bar. I thought a few drinks would help me relax, but getting more drunk just made it worse. I stopped trying after that,” 

Yunho’s hand tightens on your neck, “Jesus,” 

“It’s bad, I know,” 

He shakes his head, waving his other hand to dispel your assumption, “No, but I don’t like the idea of you in that situation at all.” 

“It was fine,” You sigh, “I definitely freaked that guy out though, I started crying the minute he took my shirt off. He got me cup of tea and put me in a cab home after that,” 

Wooyoung squeezes your leg and you turn to him, “Can I ask you something that’s a little… I don’t want to upset you, but,” 

“Ask,” You nod. 

“Did something happen when we were kids, or in school?” His eyes are soft, tender as he asks his careful question. 

Yunho stiffens but you quickly shake your head, “Nothing like that,” 

Wooyoung lets out a relieved breath. 

“I know it’s awful to say this,” You admit quietly, resting your hand on Wooyoung’s, “but sometimes I wish it were that clear, at least then I’d have a reason, something to make sense of it, but I’m just… like this.” 

Wooyoung nods, but doesn’t have anything to say to that. 

Heat creeps into your cheeks and you figure you might as well keep confessing, “I thought about asking you, actually,” 

“Me?” Wooyoung’s eyebrows raise. 

“Yeah,” You laugh, “after the second time, I figured it was a mental block about losing my virginity or something, so I thought about telling you and asking for your help since we’ve been friends so long, but you were dating guys by then, so I figured, you know,” 

“I still like girls,” 

“I know!” You rush to correct yourself, “I just saw how good things were for you, I didn’t want to, I don’t know, be a charity case,” 

“y/n,” He shakes his head, “you’ve been my best friend since we were six, I love you, you could never be a charity case to me. I would have helped you then, I would, well yeah,” 

Wooyoung clears his throat, his eyes flicking to Yunho, “Not in a weird way, I’m not trying to,” 

“Relax,” Yunho says, “I know you’re not.” 

You sink deeper into the back of the couch, leaning into Yunho’s warm touch still anchored on your neck. 

“Baby,” Yunho murmurs, “how has it been with me?” 

“Oh,” You straighten up, turning towards him. 

“Honestly,” He adds. 

You think about all the ways Yunho upended you. Friends first, flirtations second, touches coming so much later. There’s heat with him, nervous bubbles in your belly, and you swear sometimes when he kisses you, you can feel the vibrating frequency of it on your lips for days. 

“It’s different,” You tell him, “really different,” 

He nods, encouraging you more. 

“That’s why I thought maybe this would work out,” You confess, “I want more with you, but I also… if it is me, and I can’t do it, I don’t want to ruin this. I’m really scared of fucking this up,” 

“You’re not going to,” 

“Yunho,” 

“You’re not.” He says firmly. 

“Babe,” Wooyoung gives you another squeeze, “I think I know what’s going on,” 

You and Yunho both turn to look, “What do you mean?” 

“Those guys,” He smiles a little, “they were random hookups at parties, they were probably drunk and definitely not treating you right, but did you even like them? Were you even into them when you went upstairs?” 

You blink, “Into them?” 

“Yeah,” He nods, “like did you get hot and heavy on the dance floor and want to rip each other’s clothes off, or did you just… pick a guy to lose it to,” 

“Woo,” The question alone embarrasses you. 

“I don’t think you can just hook up with anyone,” He explains softly, “I think you don’t want to, or maybe, I’m not sure, but maybe you don’t feel arousal unless you care about the person.” 

You sit silently in that knowledge for a moment. It’s something you thought about, the idea of needing the romance element. It’s not like you lacked a sex drive, it just never felt like other people’s. You weren’t a porn watcher, you didn’t think about sex or sexual things when you saw someone hot. Growing up people would always make comments about people’s bodies, the way it made them feel, the things they wanted to do, but you always just felt hollow. The only times in your life you’ve felt those deep in your gut stirrings was reading one of your romance novels, or from the two men on either side of you now. 

“It would make sense why intimacy feels different with Yunho,” He sums up softly, “and why you would have felt safe enough with me to ask.” 

Your mind is still turning that over when Yunho softly interjects, “With me,” he asks gently, “when we’re kissing, you seem to like it, to be there. Right?” 

You nod immediately, “Definitely,” 

“And have you thought about us doing more than that?” Yunho’s fingers gently card through your hair. 

“A lot,” You admit, your cheeks heating up again, “I just… I was afraid it would happen again.” 

“Okay,” Yunho murmurs, his fingers soft against your scalp. 

“I’ve only ever felt that for you,” You confess, and at that you feel Wooyoung’s hand slip off your knee and you turn sharply, grabbing his hand to keep him from pulling away from you, “and you, I’ve also, I used to, yeah,” 

It’s Wooyoung’s turn to soften, his eyes flicking nervously from yours to Yunho’s and back, “You’re uh,” he stumbles over his words, “you’re saying Yunho and I are the only guys who have ever made you, uh,” 

“Horny?” You supply with a smile, “and I thought I was the embarrassed virgin,” 

“Shut up,” Wooyoung rolls his eyes, “you know what I mean,” 

“Yeah,” You laugh, “but yeah, I guess… what you said makes sense, sex has never clicked with me, I don’t really feel that kind of attraction at first, but you’re my best friend.” 

Wooyoung swallows nervously. 

Turning back to Yunho you cup his cheek, holding his gaze, “And I feel more connected to you than anyone,” you tell him honestly, “we were friends for a little while before you ever asked me out and things have been… the way I feel is so,” 

You can’t quite get the words out, but he nods, “Me too,” 

Yunho shifts forwards and places a single, soft kiss on your lips before leaning back and clearing his throat. He squeezes your hand again, his thumb still working an unconsciously comforting pattern on the back of your hand, and you wonder if he realizes just how at ease he puts you. 

Wooyoung shifts next to you, “Can I ask something else?” 

“Hmm?” You turn to him, pulling your gaze from Yunho’s, “Sure,” 

“The movie,” He nods to the blank TV screen, “that kind of thing, were you just embarrassed because we’re both here, or do you not watch stuff like that at all?” 

Your nose crinkles, “Are you asking me if I watch porn?” 

Wooyoung laughs sharply, “I mean that was hardly porn, but yeah, I guess I’m curious,” 

“Uh,” You shrug, “I mean, no? I don’t, no,” 

“Why?” Yunho asks, and then clarifies, “It’s fine that you don’t, I guess I’m curious too,” 

“It just seems so fake,” You admit, “all the moaning and the screaming, I mean I’ve never,” 

Wooyoung’s eyebrows raise. 

You clap a hand over your lips and shake your head, “Nevermind,” 

Yunho looks positively amused, leaning his head onto his hand, elbow propped up on the couch arm, “Go on,” 

You shake your head, hiding your own smile behind your fingers. 

“When you jack off?” Wooyoung supplies with a grin. 

“Woo!” You slap his arm and feel your face heating back up. 

“Sorry,” He says, but he’s not, and he doesn’t lose the smile, “when you masturbate, you do masturbate don’t you?” 

“Yes, I masturbate,” Your voice drops to a hushed, almost scandalized whisper. 

Yunho’s hand brushes over the back of your head and settles on your neck, “Baby,” he says, “you’re fine, you don’t have to be shy.” 

“Jesus,” Your eyes shut and you shake your head. 

Yunho shifts back towards you, “We can stop talking about this though, if you’re actually uncomfortable we can be done.” 

“I’m fine,” You manage, “I just… I don’t talk about this kind of thing regularly,” 

He nods. 

With a sigh you run a hand through your hair, “Yeah, so I don’t know, when I… well, you know, it’s just different than…. yeah, you know,” 

Wooyoung snorts a laugh and Yunho grins at your word salad. 

They wait for you to say more, but finally Yunho translates, “You’re saying when you touch yourself, it doesn’t feel like what porn looks like, like what the women in porn are experiencing?” 

“Basically,” You let out a tense breath. 

“Have you actually orgasmed before?” Yunho asks. 

You separate your hands from the boys, and rest the back of your cool fingers on your cheeks, “Yeah, I mean, yes,” 

“Listen,” Yunho smooths his hand over your thigh, “I’m not saying porn is realistic, a lot of it isn’t, but with the right person it can definitely make you feel a lot better than I think you realize.” 

“Sometimes it’s pretty loud,” Wooyoung adds, leaning back against the couch cushions. 

“Fuck,” You hide your face in your hands, “this is crazy, what am I like fifteen? You must think I’m such a baby,” 

“No,” Yunho soothes you, “I think you needed to find the right guy, and if Woo’s right and you need the romantic part before the rest, I mean, it would make sense why porn isn’t your thing.” 

Your mind flicks back to all the guys you’ve tried to lose it to in the past. The three you made it far enough with that it left a lasting impression, but also every other guy you considered. 

“I’m just so behind now,” You admit your fears quietly, “if we can even have sex, I’m so… I’m just so late,” 

“Learning’s half the fun,” Wooyoung says plainly. 

Yunho’s hand slides over your back, “Mhm,” he murmurs, “and if I am the right guy, then, baby, I’d be more than happy to teach you,” 

“Cute,” Wooyoung comments. 

Something warm and tight solidifies in your gut at his words. 

You don’t realize you haven’t responded until Yunho gently pulls your hands away from your face, “You okay? Jagi?” 

You nod, “I’m good, just, thinking, I guess,” 

He looks nervous, you realize. 

“You’re definitely the right guy,” You take his hands in yours, “I’m sorry, I’m a little overwhelmed.” 

Overwhelmed isn’t exactly the right word for it. 

You’re starting to notice all the little ways he’s touching you, and then you start to realize all the little ways Wooyoung is touching you too. With other people, this kind of intimate touch would twist your stomach in the wrong way, but with them it’s a pleasant kind of warmth, syrupy and soft, and it makes you want to kick off the blankets and drink a cold glass of water. 

Wooyoung’s hand brushes over your hair, “What are you thinking?” 

“I don’t know,” You breathe, “I’m just glad I told you both.”

He nods, “I’m glad you told us too,” 

“Yeah,” Yunho nods, “and whenever you’re ready we’ll,” 

The words spill out of you, “I’ve been ready,” 

Yunho’s eyebrows raise, his lips quirked up on one side into a smile. Now that the dam is broken, it seems all your thoughts and secrets just keep flooding out. 

“Sorry,” You huff a soft laugh. 

“Don’t be,” Yunho replies, “I like you more comfortable, you’re allowed to tell me stuff like that,” 

You nod. 

Wooyoung’s hand slips off your leg and you feel your stomach twist. He’s pulling back, putting distance between your bodies, and something deep down feels wrong. 

“Well, I should probably get out of here,” He says, taking that as his cue to leave. 

You can’t help the way your face falls at the idea, and Yunho’s eyes flick over your expression. 

Wooyoung cleans up his little space on the table, walking into your kitchen, and something deeply unspoken passes between you and Yunho.

You hear the bottles clink in the recycling, and the sound of running water as Wooyoung washes his hands and cleans off his dish. 

“y/n,” Yunho murmurs, “are you sobered up?” 

You blink, but nod. He knows as well as you do that you’ve only had one slow beer since getting back from the happy hour several hours ago, but he’s giving you the chance to pull the emergency brake on the rest of the night if you need it.

Wooyoung walks out, finding his jacket and pulling it on, “Text me later, and uh, thanks for drinks earlier,” 

Your best friend isn’t meeting your eyes. 

“Wooyoung,” Yunho interrupts, leaning forwards with his elbows on his knees, “I think you should stay.” 

His head snaps up, “What?” 

“I think you should stay,” He reiterates, “I think y/n wants you here, but is too scared to ask for that.” 

The curling, heavy warmth returns in your belly. 

”But,” Wooyoung blinks. 

”I’m not sure what we’ll do tonight,” Yunho offers, “but if y/n is comfortable enough to be this honest, and if we’re the only two guys that have ever made her feel the right way about sex, then I think you should stay.” 

Wooyoung’s eyes widen and flash to yours. 

Smoothly, Yunho turns to you, “If you want that,” he murmurs, “all of us figuring this out together, I want you to know that I’m good with it.” 

“All of us as in all three of us?” You manage, surprise coursing through you. 

Yunho stays the calm center between you and your best friend, and looks to Wooyoung, “Woo?” 

A silent conversation passes between them, you can tell that much from watching their every micro expression, but then Wooyoung nods, “But it’s up to y/n,” 

Yunho turns his focus back to you, “Only if you want it,” he says, “but you’d be safe with us, and you know us, and now that we know where you’re at we can take it slow and make sure you’re connected the whole time.” 

A light bulb turns on for Wooyoung and he nods, “We also definitely don’t have to have sex if you’re not ready for that, we could just mess around,” 

Yunho nods. 

This is probably going to be something that you’ll regret, but you hope not. If nothing else, the feeling in your body now isn’t anxiety or fear or numbness, it’s want. 

You want it. 

And you’ve been trying to figure out a way to want this for as long as you can remember. 

“Let’s do it,” You exhale, nodding, “let’s try,” 

Yunho smiles. 

“Shit,” Wooyoung laughs, “are you sure? We’re doing this?” 

“I mean,” You pick up on the infectiousness of his laugh, “who knows maybe this ends in twenty minutes with a panic attack, but, fuck it,” 

Yunho shakes his head, cupping your cheek, “We’re stopping before it gets that far,” 

You nod, pushing down the litter flutter of nervousness in your gut, “S-so how do we start?” 

“Let’s go to bed,” Yunho offers softly, “no rush, just to get comfortable.” 

“Okay,” Your voice is soft. 

Wooyoung reaches out to you and you slot your hand in his as he says, “Damn, who would have thought we’d be losing our virginity together,” 

Yunho snorts a laugh behind you and you roll your eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you let him pull you to your feet, “you’re loving this, I see,” 

Wooyoung shrugs. 

Yunho stands and slides behind you, his hands softly gripping your waist, “Still good?” 

“Mhm,” You nod, and honestly Wooyoung’s teasing has you more relaxed then before, “good,” 

Wooyoung leans in and presses a quick kiss to your cheek, walking back towards your bedroom like it’s his own, “Come on,” he calls back over his shoulder, “let’s go pop some cherries,” 

You fall apart into hysterical laughter, stumbling forwards with Yunho still close at your back, the three of you collapsing into bed together with an ease you’ve never experienced in your entire life. 

Once the laughing starts to fade though, you’re acutely aware that you’re in the center of the bed and they are snuggled close on either side of you, just under the duvet and nestled close. 

“This is nice,” Wooyoung breaks the ice softly. 

“Mhm,” Yunho smiles, “I kind of thought this might happen someday.” 

“A threesome?” You laugh. 

“I mean,” Yunho shrugs, his hand brushing up and down your bare arm, “you two are kind of a package deal,” 

Wooyoung snorts a laugh, “I’ve heard that one before,” 

“I don’t mind,” Yunho smiles, “I like you around,” 

He smiles back, rolling closer into you and propping his head up on a hand, “Dude,” he laughs, “do you even like dick?” 

To your absolute surprise, Yunho smirks, “I dabbled in college,” 

“You did?” Your eyes widen.

Yunho shrugs again, “Some,” 

“Holy shit,” Wooyoung shakes his head, “this is going to be fun,” 

“Slow down,” Yunho rolls his eyes and nods to you, “we’ve got a million things to get through first,” 

A nervous knot starts to form in your gut at their attention, but you take a slow, steady breath. 

“Sweetheart,” Yunho catches your attention, his fingers gentle on your jaw, “how are you feeling?” 

“Good,” You murmur, “mostly,” 

“What’s the not good part?” He asks. 

You sigh, “I’m just nervous,” 

“Me too,” He admits, his fingers sliding up and down your jaw, “Wooyoung, are you nervous?” 

“Definitely,” 

“Nervous is normal,” Yunho smiles a little, “and we’re going to take our time. There’s no rush, we have nowhere to be, and there’s no wrong way to do this,” 

Your shoulders soften. 

“If you start to feel scared or like you’re out of your body,” Yunho cups your cheek properly, “I want you to say ‘red’, okay?” 

You’ve read enough romance novels to know exactly what the color system is and when to use it, but coming from your sweet, patient boyfriend, you’re a little surprised. 

Your brow furrows, “Why not stop?” 

He smiles wider, “Because,” he leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your lips before continuing, “if we do this right, you might start saying things like ‘don’t stop’, and I don’t want any of us confused about what we are hearing,” 

Something inside you flutters and you nod. 

Wooyoung smiles, an eyebrow raised, “Colors?” 

“You’re familiar?” Yunho smirks. 

“Yeah,” Wooyoung laughs, “a little surprised that you are, but what do I know,” 

Yunho ignores that comment, and you try not to fixate on the fact that if Yunho is that experienced, it might mean something about his relationship to sex that you’re not ready for. 

“Now, nice and slow,” Yunho’s voice is warmer, deeper in his chest and that pulls you right out of your thought spiral. 

“We’ll get comfortable,” Wooyoung kisses your shoulder gently. 

“Yeah,” You breathe. 

“You like kissing me, right?” Yunho shifts closer, his fingers gentle on your jaw.

It feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room, but you nod, “Uh huh,” 

He smiles a little, his pretty mouth parting as he leans towards you, “Just let yourself feel me,” 

“Kay,” You breathe.

  His lips connect to yours. 

Warm, soft, and slow, just the press of his mouth. He’s gentler than before, now that he knows your secret, but instead of feeling overwhelmed, you just feel safe. He nuzzles you with his nose, taking a little breath as your mouths part, but then he kisses you again, not an ounce of urgency in his touch. 

With gentle reverence, he lets you warm to being touched, he lets you adjust. 

Yunho brushes his thumb back and forth over your jaw, and you feel your shoulders soften, physically relaxing into the bedding. 

Your fingers grip down on his shirt, fabric bunching as the mere weight of your hand strains the soft cotton against the buttons. He’s warm, his skin, his breath. You can feel the thump of his steady heart against your fingers, and when he sighs against your lips you feel like his warmth has seeped right from his skin to yours. 

You shiver, some knot of tension inside you starting to unspool. 

Slowly, Yunho pulls back just enough to catch your eyes, “You okay?” 

There’s no pressure in his eyes, no push for more or irritation under the surface. Nothing like what you’ve seen with any partner before this. 

All you see in Yunho’s eyes is patience. 

“Yeah,” You nod, “I think so,” 

Yunho smiles a little. 

“It’s nice,” You murmur, “you feel nice,” 

“Nice is good,” Yunho smiles wider. 

Wooyoung’s fingers brushing along your hip bring you back to reality, and you turn your head just slightly, catching sight of your best friend. 

He’s watching you both with such affection it nearly bowls you over. You expected heat in his eyes; hunger, lust, uncontrollable desire, all the things you’ve seen a million times before in movies. You’ve heard plenty about Wooyoung’s nights out too, his stories of hookup after hookup leave little to the imagination, but here in bed all you see when you look at him is your best friend. 

“Hey,” You murmur a little lamely. 

“Hey,” Wooyoung smiles, adjusting his position on his side, propping his head up on his hand. 

For a second, you look at him, really look at him. 

His skin is tanned from the summer sun, making his brown eyes a richer, deeper tone with warm flecks of amber. His dark black hair has gotten longer too, just starting to brush the top of his shoulders with a natural soft wave, making him habitually brush his hand through his locks. His straight brow, the distinct cut of his nose, the lovely crooked curve of his lips, one dark mole under his left eye. 

“You’re staring, cutie,” Wooyoung wags an eyebrow to tease you, but keeps his tone kind. 

“Sorry,” You feel your cheeks heat. 

“You’re okay,” He assures you, “what are you thinking about?” 

“Nothing really,” You fib. 

He bites his lip to keep from shooting back a playful retort, and then he sighs, glancing between you and Yunho before ripping off the proverbial band-aid, “y/n,” he murmurs, “do you want to try kissing me too?” 

Your stomach bubbles with something new. 

Reflexively, you look to your boyfriend, surely if he’s not comfortable he would say something, but Yunho only nods. 

“It’s okay,” Yunho promises, “I want you to,” 

You nod, back to Wooyoung, and slowly you both shift towards one another. 

“I got you, babe,” Wooyoung assures gently as he gets closer, the heat of his body resonating through his clothes and yours. 

You take in a quiet breath, and then you feel his lips. 

His kiss is different, lighter at first. Hesitant like he’s coaxing out a secret from inside you, letting you come to him. You think faintly in the back of your mind it’s the first time Wooyoung’s ever eased you into anything, you’ve been dragged along behind him in his chaotic orbit since you were kids, but this time he moves so slowly and so gingerly you can’t help but smile against his lips. 

You exhale a little laugh, and you feel his lips curve upwards, his hand sliding forwards to find your hand, thumb gentle against the center of your palm. 

With a breath his eyes flick over you, “Still okay?” 

You nod again, and that bubbling strangeness in your belly returns, not nerves, but something else entirely. 

Yunho shifts his body next to you, both of your boys now properly leaning on their sides on either side of you, before he leans in and presses a kiss to your temple. 

Wooyoung grins, dropping his face to rest his forehead against your shoulder and he exhales a sigh of relief, “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” 

Your chest tightens, “Why?” 

“You’re my best friend,” He kisses your shoulder twice over the two freckles that stand out on your skin, “but I’ve wanted to do this for years,” 

“We kissed before,” You lean into Yunho’s heat as you look down at him. 

“We were eleven,” Wooyoung rolls his eyes. 

“Cute,” Yunho smiles. 

Wooyoung presses his lips to your shoulder again but stays still, just resting his mouth on your skin, before sucking in a breath and looking up at you, “Can I kiss you again?” 

“Yeah,” You can barely breathe. 

This time, he reaches up and cups your cheek, drawing your jaw towards him so he can lock your lips together properly. 

“I promise,” He says between kisses, “we’ll take such good care of you,” 

Your chest warms. 

“Won’t we?” Wooyoung throws a look to your boyfriend. 

“Mhm,” Yunho’s voice is rich and warm in his throat, “you’re safe with us.” 

Your chest tightens and then loosens pleasantly, nervous jitters starting to fade. 

  Wooyoung leans back, and they adjust their bodies once again so that you’re cradled between them. 

The quiet between you is soft, full of warmth. Not silence exactly, just no one rushing to fill the air. 

You don’t need to say anything, or do anything, you just rest here in the moment with their hands anchoring your body and your chests rising and falling in time with each other. 

Yunho finally nuzzles your hair gently with his nose, “Sweetheart,” he says softly in your ear, “can I touch you a little more?” 

You can feel your heartbeat pick up, but you nod. 

Yunho’s hand slides over the curve of your shoulder, fingertips gently skating over the swell of your chest, down your stomach until he rests there lightly at your waist. He doesn’t push or guide his hand anywhere else, he just waits, his palm a warm weight as he lets you get used to his hands searching your body. 

“You’re trembling,” Wooyoung murmurs. 

You hadn’t even realized, but you are. Just enough that they can see it, feel it, and your hand twitches in Wooyoung’s loose hold. 

“Is it okay?” Yunho asks, so quiet it’s barely a breath. 

You nod, turning your head to find his eyes, searching inside yourself for the right way to say what you’re feeling, “It’s not the bad kind,” 

“Yeah?” His eyes, deep brown and round, search yours. 

“I’m not scared,” You manage. 

“Does it feel good?” He checks softly. 

“Yeah,” You breathe. 

Yunho leans in, kissing you once more, “Thank you for telling me,” he murmurs.

Your breath catches in your throat, emotion striking you deep in the center of your chest, and all you can manage back is a nod. 

With deliberate slowness, their eyes steady on you, their hands start to move. They smooth over your body slowly, mapping your skin, your curves, but with a featherlight touch. They don’t take anything you aren’t willing to give or ask your body for any answers it doesn’t have yet, they just feel. Letting you get accustomed to them, the way Yunho’s long fingers tickle as they glide over your pulse points, and how warm Wooyoung’s rough palms are as he brushes your skin. 

Wooyoung’s palm settles over the blanket on your thigh and rests steadily as Yunho cups your face and draws you into another kiss. You shift up into it, pressing towards him for a little more sensation, a little more pressure, and the blanket that was up around your shoulders sinks down to your waist. 

Yunho glances down, fingers gentle on your shoulder, “How’s this?” 

“Good,” You reply, a little breathless from the kiss. 

Wooyoung squeezes your thigh and you let out a heavy exhale, feeling warmth spreading through your body slowly like molasses. 

“More?” Wooyoung murmurs. 

You nod. 

Yunho’s fingers hook under the straps of your top and he gingerly slides his fingers up and down, knuckles brushing your skin as he nods towards your shirt, “Can we take this off?” 

You hesitate, just for a split second. He hasn’t seen you like that before, neither of them have. Everytime you and Yunho had kissed, even made out, and gotten close to anything more the second his hand slipped under your shirt you had stumbled off his lap with an excuse to leave. 

This was uncharted territory with them. 

Wooyoung’s voice grounds you though, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he offers, “it’s just a shirt,” 

“No,” You gather yourself, “I want to,” 

With shaking fingers you reach for the hem of your tank top, shifting in the bedding to try and pull it up. 

“Can I help?” Yunho says, hand hovering near yours, ready to touch you at the first breath of permission. 

“Please,” You let your hands fall away. 

He swallows tightly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat and you feel something tighten inside you as you watch him. He draws your shirt up as you sit up a bit to make it a bit easier, and Wooyoung reaches up to help with the other side. Both of them tug your shirt free over your head as you sink back against the pillows. 

A little chill runs through you, and you find yourself pulling up the blanket a little. 

Yunho sighs though, his expression softening as his eyes skate over your full breasts, only the thin fabric of your black bra standing between you. 

Your fingers nervously curl into the blanket. 

“You’re so pretty, baby” Yunho murmurs. 

Wooyoung nods, “God,” he says, shaking his head with a soft laugh, “sorry, it’s just, you’re so-,”

“Beautiful,” Yunho amends his words, “you’re beautiful,” 

When he says it like that, it doesn’t sound like a question, or even an opinion, he says it like it’s a fact. An obvious, knowable truth just by looking at you. 

No one’s ever looked at you like that or called you beautiful like that in your life.

Your eyes glance down, hands fluttering nervously on the blanket, but Wooyoung reaches down and slips his hand in yours, lacing his fingers with yours again like he always has. 

“I-,” You smile, exhaling nervously, “I’m not sure what to say,”

“That’s okay,” Wooyoung murmurs. 

“And I don’t know what to do with my hands,” You admit, tightening your grip on Wooyoung. 

It’s embarrassing, nerve-wracking, to be this inexperienced and fearful at your age, tucked between two men who have probably lost count at the number of times they’ve had sex or perhaps even the number of partners. 

“Put them wherever you want,” Yunho says, “or just let them be. You don’t have to worry about what to do, or if it’s what we want. Just let us take care of everything,” 

Emotion tugs again at your chest, and you nod, biting your lip to keep from spilling out every thought in your mind, every worry and fear that you’re not worth this. 

Your hand settles over Yunho’s chest though, and something in you eases at the steady thump of his heart against your hand. 

Yunho looks momentarily shaken by your touch, something sparking in his eyes, but he recovers with a soft clear of his throat and covers your hand with his own, “That’s good,” 

You manage another nod. 

“Hey,” Wooyoung leans in again, brushing his lips over your shoulder and stroking your side, “You’re still with us?” 

“Yeah,” 

“Still good?” He checks. 

“I’m good,” 

“Keep going?” 

“Keep going,” 

Yunho presses your hand down just a little, a tender response to let you know he’s listening still. 

You’re not sure when the fear in your belly started to shift, but the heavy stone in your gut has faded away into something warmer, something new, something far from the panic you were used to. 

You feel Yunho’s hand brush over your legs, coaxing you to stretch out in the bed and get a little more comfortable, and they follow you lower into the sheets. 

Wooyoung curls into you, brushing his nose against your cheek, familiar and soft in a way that makes you smile. 

No one’s rushing you, no one’s trying to get anywhere. 

You realize all at once that this is what you needed, not a hurried hookup to get through the discomfort you felt before. Just time, space, everything taken at your pace, with people you trust. 

This time, you hardly notice when the blanket slides down further until it’s properly pooled over your hips. Yunho’s palm rests warm and steady on your stomach, and Wooyoung’s hand curls over your ribs, resting just under your breast without taking it any further. 

It’s then that Yunho finally speaks again, his voice barely above a whisper, “Can I kiss you here, jagiya?” 

Your stomach flutters as his breath drifts over your chest. 

You nod. 

He dips his head and presses his lips to your chest, this time letting his lips drag against your skin as he presses another over your heart, and then another over your breast, and then another. 

Your eyes flutter shut. 

Gentle fingers, Wooyoung’s, brush against your scalp. 

Yunho’s lips brush over the swell of your breasts, your chest, your collarbones. 

You take a shuddering breath, and for the first time in your life you don’t feel like you’re disappearing. 

“Okay?” Yunho checks, lifting his lips for a moment. 

“Yeah,” Your voice cracks a little, “yes, keep going,” 

Wooyoung kisses your hair, “Feels good?” 

“Yes,” You sigh, a smile blooming on your lips. 

Yunho’s hand wanders, from its warm home on your belly he searches your waist, brushing against Wooyoung’s fingers, and then drifts lower and lower still. He kisses your chest all the while, his lips dangerously close to the edge of your top. 

You make a noise you don’t think you’ve ever made before, a gentle catch of air, a little whine, and your hand curls into the fabric of Yunho’s shirt. 

“You’re right here,” Wooyoung assures you, not sure if the sound was in pleasure or fear. 

You shake your head, “I know,” you feel the heat rising in your cheeks, “don’t stop,” 

Yunho hums pleasantly against your skin, and then you feel his fingers at the knot of your pants, “How about these?” He murmurs, “Can we take these off?” 

You pause, breath stuttering, and your eyes open. 

Your pants are soft cotton, comfortable, familiar, but suddenly with his hand on your waist they feel like a second skin. The idea of pulling these away makes your chest tight and your heart hammer in your chest. 

Your eyes flick down to your legs. 

“We’re not in a rush,” Yunho reminds you softly, “this is about you,” 

“I want to,” The words slip out of you, “it’s just, I don’t-,” 

“What?” Wooyoung prompts you softly when your words die on your lips. 

“What happens after that?” You manage. 

“Just this,” Yunho promises. 

“Just kisses,” Wooyoung nods, “until you feel ready for more,” 

“What if I don’t feel ready for more?” You search his eyes. 

“Then we stop,” Wooyoung reminds you, “we go get food, we watch a different movie, whatever we were going to do tonight anyways,” 

His words ease you immediately and you nod. 

“You’re in control,” Yunho kisses your temple, “the whole time,” 

You nod. 

His fingers linger over the knot at the front of your pants. 

You nod again, holding his eyes. 

He tugs and the tie falls open. 

“Here,” Yunho murmurs, “let’s help you sit up a second,” 

They move like they’ve done this together before, not this, not you, but like they’ve cared for someone together. Their hands stay steady, smooth, never grabbing and never rushed. You rise slowly, the blanket falling away. 

Yunho reaches for your waistband first, slipping under the edge and then glancing back up, “Still okay?” 

“Mhm,” 

He pulls the fabric down just a little, just enough to show you that he’ll take it as slow as you need him too, and Wooyoung moves beside him to slide his hand up and down your calf to steady you. 

“Lift your hips, sweetheart,” Yunho murmurs. 

You lift up, and both of them strip the pants down your thighs, past your knees, over your ankles until they’re tossed somewhere off to the side and you’re left in your bra and underwear. 

The air on your skin makes you inhale, but you’re not cold, you’re just bare. 

Somehow you’re okay with that. 

Yunho’s eyes skate over you, his teeth brushing against his bottom lip, but he smooths his expression and looks back up. 

“You’re gorgeous,” Wooyoung breathes, unapologetically staring at you. 

You glance down, and immediately clap a hand to your lips. You had forgotten what pair of underwear you were wearing, not something sexy and lacy that would match, or even a simple black thong. You sink back into the bedding with an embarrassed groan at the blue cotton underwear, adorned with tiny rainbows and clouds. 

“You’re so fucking cute,” Yunho presses a firm kiss to your forehead, sighing as he smiles, “you have no idea,” 

“No, this is so lame,” You whine, hiding your face, “I’m not supposed to be cute, I’m supposed to be sexy, we’re about to have sex,” 

Yunho snorts a laugh against your hair, but Wooyoung lets out a proper laugh, “That’s bullshit,” 

“Woo,” 

“I like cute,” Wooyoung draws your hands away from your face and kisses your cheek, “so does Yunho, obviously,” 

Yunho nods, “But you’re still sexy,” 

“Please,” 

“Baby,” Yunho draws your eyes up with a crooked finger under your chin, “I am doing my best to be extremely respectful and trying not to overwhelm you, but don’t for one second think that I’m not in love with every part of you right now. You’re driving me insane,” 

“O-oh,” You smile, your heart tumbling over the word ‘love’ on his lips. 

“Exactly,” Wooyoung nods, his hand finding a home against your waist once more, “exactly what he said,” 

“Now,” Yunho murmurs, gently returning his hand to your belly, “where were we?” 

“Kissing,” You sigh. 

“Perfect,” Yunho slides a little lower in the bed and this time his lips travel further. 

Wooyoung trades places with him and cuddles into your side, pulling your face towards his so he can kiss you properly this time. 

Sensation blooms through your body as Wooyoung deepens the kiss, your mouths parting, and his tongue ever so gently flicking against yours. Yunho hums again, kissing over your breasts and down the center of your chest, lower still until he’s pressed against your abdomen. 

You take in a sharp breath, your body twitching under them. 

“More?” Yunho asks, lips brushing against the skin just above your navel. 

“Yeah,” Your breath tangles with Wooyoung’s. 

They keep close, their hands exploring your body with new purpose, still soft but you feel their boldness growing. You stay relaxed in their arms as they touch you, your stomach, your sides, drifting over your trembling thighs. 

They touch you, kiss you, until it feels like no patch of skin has been rushed over, no bit of you ignored. 

“Still with us?” Wooyoung presses soft pecks over your jaw, down your throat. 

“Here,” Your voice is just a whisper. 

“Good,” Yunho sighs, warm air spreading over your skin as he travels back up your body. 

You can feel your body responding, not in the way it usually does with a partner, but in the ways it does when you’re alone. Your muscles are starting to clench, core fluttering, and you’re sure that if you checked you’d find yourself starting to get wet. Something deep in your center aches, and your hips jerk again, just a little as they kiss you. 

“Baby,” Yunho coaxes you away from Wooyoung’s lips so can look at you, “how are you feeling?” 

“Good,” You nod, “it’s, I’m feeling good,” 

“Do you want to try something more than kissing?” Yunho asks gently, “Or not yet?” 

Heat crackles under your skin in an unfamiliar way, and your tongue darts out to wet your lips, “I think, yes,” 

“We’ll go slow?” Yunho checks. 

“Slow is good,” 

Wooyoung finds your hand again and squeezes it gently. 

“How about,” Yunho clears his throat softly, his hand skating over your skin, “why don’t you show us?” 

“Show you?” You search his face. 

“Mhm,” Yunho’s nails gently rake up and down your thigh, “show us what you like,” 

“How I masturbate?” You blink, looking between them. 

Wooyoung smirks a little at the directness of your words, but Yunho nods, “Teach us how you like to be touched,” 

“O-oh,” You shiver a little. 

“Then I’ll show you my favorite way to make girls come,” Wooyoung slides down in the sheets, kissing over your bare arms, the exposed skin of your abdomen. 

You don’t realize where he’s going until he starts to shimmy himself between your thighs. 

You take in a sharp breath, your hand flying down to cover yourself even though you’re still wearing your underwear, “You don’t have to do that,” 

“I know I don’t have to,” He smiles, kissing your knee, “I want to, I like it,” 

You swallow tightly, your hand finding Yunho’s chest again. 

“Pause,” Yunho instructs, and Wooyoung stills, “baby, what’s going through your head?” 

“This is embarrassing,” You murmur.

  “No one’s ever gone down on you, right?” Wooyoung checks. 

“Well, no,” You let your head fall back against the pillows, “but I also haven’t shaved,” 

The words run together, but they hear you. 

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Wooyoung says and you can hear the smile in his voice, “so what?” 

Yunho’s fingers skate softly over your belly, edging close to the seam of your underwear. 

“I mean,” Your breath hitches as his hand circles again, “if I knew we were doing this I would have prepared better,” 

“I couldn’t care less,” Wooyoung says, “don’t worry about that,” 

Your fingers close onto Yunho’s shirt, and he gets your eyes back on his with a soft sound, “Hey,” he murmurs, “relax, focus on me for a second,” 

You nod. 

“Can I feel?” He murmurs, his fingertips ghosting under the edge of your underwear, “Is that okay?” 

“Yes,” Your throat feels dry, but arousal stays pooled in your gut. 

His fingers slide under your panties, over your mound to the top of your cunt, slow massaging circles as he explores without ever dropping his hand lower to find more. He groans pleasantly as he touches you, eyes heavy with desire. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, “you’re so soft,” 

Your breath catches and you can feel your body starting to heat up and respond, sensation sparking through your every nerve ending. It’s strange how good it feels to be seen like this, and stranger still that the rising pleasure in your body doesn’t come with numbness, panic, or outright fear. 

All you feel is want. 

“I-it’s okay?” You check. 

Yunho’s brow creases a little, his eyes flicking over your face, and you watch as he realizes what you’re unsure of, what you’re stumbling over. Your only context with sex was probably porn and college guys with very different expectations than two grown men. 

His fingers smooth over the patch of soft hair on your vulva, neatly trimmed but present all the same. With a sigh, he grows a little bolder, cupping your cunt fully in his palm, his fingers resting over the seam of your folds, underwear straining over his knuckles. 

Your breath comes quicker and you dry swallow. 

“It’s not okay,” He murmurs, voice full of heat, “it’s good.” 

You stop breathing entirely. 

“Seriously,” Yunho says, “hair, no hair, we don’t care.” 

“Not at all,” Wooyoung adds quietly, a little squeeze to your thighs. 

“You’re letting us touch you,” Yunho’s hand slides up, returning to the top of your mound, fingertips ever so gently brushing along your lower lips, “whatever you think you know about sex, what men like, put it out of your mind.” 

You gasp at his touch, hand fisting in the blankets at the unfamiliar jolt. 

Breathless, you smile, “Porn’s unrealistic,” you manage, “isn’t that what you said?” 

His gaze warms, “Mhm,” he notes, “and it’s your body, so you do whatever you want, but personally I like it,” 

“Same,” Wooyoung nods, this time kissing your inner thigh. 

“You d-don’t have to make me feel better,” You brush your hand over Wooyoung’s hair to get him to ease up a little and he smiles up at you, leaning into your touch. 

Yunho grins, an amused expression on his face, “I’m not,” his fingers gently stroke the soft curls on your mound, sucking in a slow breath, “you’re a woman, I like that you look like one. I’d want you however, but I won’t lie to you about what I like or the things that get me hard.” 

Stunned silent, all you can manage to do is nod, your hands falling slack at your sides as you surrender again to their touch. 

They give you a second, just one, watching to see if that was the moment that pushed things too far, but when you don’t say anything Wooyoung nuzzles your inner thigh. 

His hands smooth slowly up and down your legs, “Keep going?” He nips gently at the sensitive flesh there 

Your breath is thready, and you nod. 

“Words, baby,” Yunho prompts you gently. 

“Y-yes,” You manage, “I’m okay,” 

“Can we take these off?” Yunho asks, voice low and close, his thumb rubbing against the band of your underwear. 

It’s your last layer, and you’re not afraid, but you feel everything. Every breath of air against your skin, every sliding touch, the way their hands press and hold, the heat of their lips. You can’t imagine what it will feel like for them to touch you there. 

Yunho’s words echo in your mind - It’s not okay. It’s good. 

You know he meant it. 

“I’m ready,” You nod, your hands trembling at your sides. 

They move as a pair again, Yunho slipping his hand under one side while Wooyoung reaches up to hook his thumb in the other. Slowly, they pull down your last layer, and Wooyoung drops them off the side of the bed to land somewhere near your pants. 

“T-this too?” You reach for the clasp at the front of your bra. 

Yunho sucks in a sharp breath, “Only if you want to,” 

“I mean,” You unclip the connection and let the fabric part, “I’m already half naked,” 

You push the bra off your arms and toss it aside. 

“Jesus,” Yunho’s lips part, his eyes full of heat as he looks over you, “I can’t believe you’re ours tonight,”

You feel a kiss against your inner thigh, but your eyes are locked on Yunho, “Am I,” you swallow back the question, biting your tongue. 

“You’re more than good,” He sighs, “you’re a fucking dream,” 

You shudder a nervous exhale, smiling now, forehead pressed against his, “S-so are you,” 

His lips turn up in a small smile, and he kisses your lips softly before easing you back down into the pillows. 

A kiss to your thigh brings your eyes back down, and you feel your cheeks heat as you catch sight of Wooyoung. He’s resting between your open legs, lying on his stomach, one hand on your knee and the other gripping the sheets as if he’s doing his best not to touch you too fast. 

His eyes are glued to your sex, an unabashed expression of need all over his face now, his teeth digging into his plush bottom lip. 

“Woo,” You murmur. 

He blinks fast, clearing his throat and looking up at you, expression smoothing, “Yeah, baby?” 

“You’re staring,” You turn his words from earlier back around on him, giving him a soft smile. 

“You’re wet,” Wooyoung says, exhaling shakily, “like really, really wet.” 

You feel Yunho’s hand tighten just a little on your hip. 

“I feel good,” You verbalize it. 

Wooyoung nods, and then gingerly he reaches for your hand. 

**reminder to go read section two, already posted!

[nose-bandaid]

bloom ✿ (epilogue) — and so the daisies bloom

Kino (Hyunggu) x (female) Reader | flower shop AU

introduction | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | epilogue

this is long overdue, and i was missing hyunggu so i wrote this for you for this series shall pursue

ok on a more serious note this is long overdue and i’m so sorry for the wait. i hope you guys all enjoy and this will be the wrap of the bloom✿ series! thank you so much for sticking through and i love you all !! ~ tiny

taglist: @yunwoo​

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You made sure you had the day off from work on your first year anniversary with Hyunggu because the two of you had been planning a date since about three months ago, in preparation for your celebration. Or rather, it was Hyunggu who had everything planned out, as he refused to let you know a single bit of what you were about to do with him today.

No matter how much you begged him to give you at least a hint, he would always just give you a cheeky smile before changing the subject. Sometimes he poked your nose too. For fun.

So when you received a text in the morning, telling you dress according to the sunny weather forecasted for the day, your mind ran wild, thinking of all the possible scenarios that could happen.

Just where could he be taking you?

He didn’t arrive that much later, giving you enough time to make yourself some breakfast and get ready, and you joined him in the passenger seat of his car, excitedly shutting the door and facing him.

“So?”

He quirked an eyebrow, pretending to not know what you were hinting at. “So what?”

You pouted. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, sir.”

“You’ll just have to wait and see, sunshine~”

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The wind tickled your face as you stuck your head out the window a little bit for the nth time. It’s been almost an hour on the road and location still unknown to you. Honestly, you didn’t even recognize much of the area around you and had no idea where you were. When finally he turned into a quieter road in the forest, you opened your mouth.

“Are we there—”

“Yes, we’re here now.” He cut off your whining and you immediately sat up in your seat, taking a look at the view outside to guess where you guys were going. All around you though, was tree after tree with bare glimpses of a beach in the distance.

“Are you going to a beach?” You guessed.

“Oh... actually we’re not,” He replied sheepishly, eyes darting to read your expression. “But we can go there after our date if you want!”

“If we have some time left over then sure.” You hummed as you got out of the car. “But I believe that whatever you chose to do will be amazing.”

“Okay, then close your eyes.”

You cocked your head at that. “Close my eyes?”

He nodded and walked over so that he was behind you, hands gently beginning to cover your eyes. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes of course I do, but what’s happening?”

“I just want to make the suspense last for as long as possible, you’ll be able to open your eyes when we reach the destination.”

He guided you through a rocky path, occasionally pulling you from one side to another to avoid the hanging branches and uprooted trees. That didn’t stop you from stumbling over something every so often though. After a few minutes of walking you frowned, eyes still covered by Hyunggu’s hands.

“You’re not taking me anywhere sketchy are you?”

He stopped the two of you in your tracks. “I thought you said you trusted me.” He giggled, to which you exclaimed back an “I do!”. “But don’t worry we’re almost there, I promise.”

After a few more steps on some steep incline, his hands left your face, but you kept your eyes shut.

“Okay! You can open your eyes now.” From the tone of his voice, you could tell he was filled to the brim with excitement.

You eyes widened as you looked all around you. The trees that once surrounded you were far into the distance, and now you stood in a field of thousands of white daisies, covering the clearing you were standing in.

It was stunning.

“You know that trip I went on with my friends a few months ago?” Hyunggu spoke up after giving you a while to take in the scene.

You nodded as he guided you to a spot to plop yourselves down on.

“Well we stopped by the beach you saw earlier, and then wanted to explore the forest for fun. Long story short, we got lost for a few hours — because of a certain someone — but we came upon this flower field! And the moment I saw it I knew I had to take you here. I’ve been waiting for this day for so long you don’t understand.” Partway through his gushing, he had grabbed your hands warmly into his own and he pulled you into his embrace.

“And now that we’re here, I can say I love you, y/n.” He muttered softly into your shoulder. “And thank you for showing me those daisies on that day, even though we met through... some unfortunate circumstances.” He chuckled. “And thank you for still giving me a chance when things kind of went downhill.”

You swatted the hand that dangled in front of you, blushing. “Geez you’re such as sap.” 

"I’m your sap though.” He added, quirking his eyebrows, and you rolled your eyes.

“That doesn’t make you sound any better.” You wriggled your way out of his grasp to pluck one the the nearby daisies. Then, you turned yourself around to tuck it above his ear and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, to which he happily reciprocated. “But yes, you are my sap and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The two of you shared a warm silence, taking in each other’s presence until something clicked in your mind.

“Oh!” You perked up and rummaged in the bag you brought with you when you suddenly remembered what was in it.

“Hm?” Hyunggu leaned in when you presented him a small journal and rested it on your lap.

“I brought a little something for you.” You flipped through the pages quickly to show him that they were filled of pictures of you and him together, and then you landed on the page with the picture of a daisy keychain.

Specifically Hyunggu’s keychain, hanging on the corkboard behind the register, in all of its slightly soiled glory.

“My keychain... you took a picture of that?”

“Listen, I thought it was really cute and wanted to get myself one.” You quickly defended before flipping a few pages and landing a page with a dried lilac acting as a bookmark for one of your favourite pictures you took together over the summer.

“A lilac?” He questioned, gingerly picking up the fragile remnants of the flower to inspect it.

“It’s from the lilac bouquet you bought from me for your dorm. You remember that time? One of them fell off and I just kept it as a memory of you.”

Hyunggu probably busted one of the biggest smiles ever at your words. “Aww y/n, you are so cute.”

He returned the small flower to you so that you could put it back in its former place. Then you flipped to the page that housed the rose he gave you on Valentine’s day. Much of its stem was cut off to allow it to fit on the space of the small page, but the flower itself was all there in its beautiful shade of red.

“The rose you gave me,” You explained. “I kept that for obvious reasons.” 

Hyunggu’s hand snuck its way into yours as you flipped the pages once again.

“This is the last one. I kept the extra lilies of the valley from the bouquet I was making on the day you asked me out.” You said softly, pulling out the dried flowers for him to hold. “I know this gift is my own share of cheesiness, but I wanted to give these memories to you so that it’s like we’re more connected you know?”

When you didn’t get a response, you looked up nervously to see him staring back at you with a loving gaze.

You stared back owlishly back at him.

“Hyunggu?”

He didn’t budge, and you waved a hand in front of his face, taking the flowers back from him as you did.

“Hyunggu...?” You tried again, and he blinked, coming back to his senses and laughed.

“Sorry, you’re just so beautiful I couldn’t help but stare~”

“Oh so you really are a sap today, huh” You playfully smacked his arm as he pulled you back into his embrace, falling into the flowers and pulling you down with him.

“Y/n, let’s come back here next year.” He suggested, in between the fit of giggles he let out when the daises tickled his face.

“Then I expect that we’ll also be here the year after that.” You added on with a smile, laying down next to him, when he finally calmed down.

“Sure,” He kissed you sweetly, once on the lips, and once on your forehead.

“And the year after that too?” You asked, and he smiled.

“I’d stay in this flower field forever if it’s going to be with you.”

[atinykidult]

TMW #1—SVT Performance Unit

[angst] [3122 words] — 500-1000 word scenarios, Trainee!au, specific tags with each part, x reader

[a/n] — To supplement my growth as a writer, and to hopefully post more often, I’m going to start this TMW series. In it, I just want to explore different aus/emotions/styles in very short but hopefully still impactful blurbs. Thank you for reading!

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— K W O N   S O O N Y O U N G

[established relationship] [trainee!reader] [tw for trainee contracts being horrible]

Heartache is saying goodbye for a very long time, even though I’ll see you tomorrow.

He lets out a watery okay.

You bite your lip and nod.

“We’ll give you a few minutes, then please return to your training rooms.”

“I understand,” he says.

“Yes.”

The door clicks shut, and you both look at each other.

His eyes are bright with tears; yours are, too.

You let out a tired yet almost humored snort. Watery eyes, tired hearts. It’s ironic. This is how you and Soonyoung got together in the first place.

You were a good thing, and you were incredibly good for each other.

After all, trainee life is hard. And the closer to debut, the further away you get from any non-idol humans.

And to be at a company with two groups nearing that fabled debut?

Your shared manager’s exhausted admission sums it up: “This is my fault. The company’s, really. We should have expected two overworked trainees to find comfort in each other.”

Soonyoung wetly clears his throat. “I—I am so, so sorry. I…”

You shake your head. “Don’t be.”

He meets your eyes, expression fiercely argumentative.

“We both knew what we were doing.”

His shoulders, usually shaking in laughter or holding themselves strong for choreography, are hunched over. For being the cause for that, you hate yourself.

“‘We both knew what we were doing,’” he murmurs. “I… I guess we did.”

More than viciously heartbroken, you just feel bone tired. Even now, you wish you could lean against Soonyoung and feel him lean against you in return. You’d spent many hours that way, silent in your mutual understanding.

Now there’s a table between you.

A contract laying between you.

No comfort, no soft touches—only two pens.

“We should sign.” You don’t raise your hand, despite your words. “Get it over with.”

You can’t feel your face.

Soonyoung’s lips are pressed so tightly together you wonder if they’ll bruise. Distantly, your insides curl when you recall the color they turn when they do.

“Right,” he agrees, not reaching for a pen either.

He tearfully stares at you, memorizing the way you stare back at him.

The thing that had attracted you to each other so powerfully?

Your sheer determination, mirrored in the other.

And also...

Your shared dream to debut.

A tear falls down his cheeks, and you can’t help yourself when you reach over and wipe them away with the pads of your thumbs.

Instead of whispered words of, we’ll get there, together, you can only offer him this:

“Keep working on that fluidity.” Your voice shakes a little. “You’ve been getting so much better.”

Your way of saying: I’ll miss you. I’ll watch your growth and be proud of you.

“You, too—with your locks.” He sounds like someone’s strangling him. “Even Jihoon was saying how much you’ve improved.”

His way of saying: I love you. I’ll watch you, too.

You both reach for your pens.

“See you after five thousand,” he says, hand hovering over the paper.

There’s a meteor in your throat, moving down and down. You shake your head wordlessly.

With your inability to reply, he signs his name.

You sign yours.

With the sound of your pen dropped to the table, the meteor meets your heart and pushes it down and down and down....

Trainees Kwon Soonyoung and Y/L/N Y/N shall not interact again until either of two conditions.

Condition A) The latter of the two reaches their group’s third anniversary.

Condition B) The event of both eventual groups acquiring 500k sales on a single album.

— W E N   J U N H U I

[angst with lighthearted aspects] [could be “canon” setting] [childhood friends]

Heartache is saying goodbye and leaving things unsaid.

You and Junhui—childhood friends to best friends to something a little too tender to be platonic—well.

There’s the whole story, really.

No verb needs to be added.

As you stare at your phone, you huff out a chuckle.

You blame PMS when your eyes well up a little, scrolling through the many selcas Junhui has sent you. It warms your heart whenever he sends you them. Even though, or rather because, he has little phone time, it means the world that he sends you a quick selca every so often.

It also makes your pathetic heart scream a little.

Not from a stabbing pain, not a scream saying I’m on a 9/10 on the pain scale, SOS!

A scream more like I feel a little helpless to my pain, and it aches dammit, and I should have just told him I loved him.

As one of your alarms goes off, you scream into your elbow.

Back to the books.

.

Heartache masks itself under warm memories and whispers of comfort.

Junhui, for all his loudness and talking much too fast, knows his heart. He understands what he feels, most of the time, and he knows what he wants.

He wants to debut with the other trainees in the Seventeen Project.

Right now, he wants to eat a delicious supper. Then he wants to sleep until he wakes up naturally.

Then, he wants a three day vacation so he can go home and reminisce childhood schoolyard games with a certain best friend. And maybe say those particular words...

Well, that’s not a want.

It’s a wish.

And while his stomach flutters at the thought of it, the reality of the ache in his muscles pulls his attention away from the pleasant fantasy of those wishes.

For now, it’s time to focus on wants and learning new choreography.

But maybe, in ten years, maybe….

Maybe then, it’ll be time to think about wishes.

.

The day Junhui left your hometown, you saw him off. Although you couldn’t see him to the plane itself, you shared breakfast with him and spent every minute together until his family left in their car.

At one point, he and you were sitting on his bed, staring at an unnaturally clean room.

“You know… I bet you’d pass the audition if you tried,” he joked, not for the first time.

“Haha. And I would enjoy trainee life just as much as you enjoy schoolwork.”

Both of you smiled with your eyes.

“But you’d enjoy it because you’d see me every day!”

“And you could enjoy my schoolwork just as much seeing me everyday!”

A pause, then a much too honest: “That would make the school work worth it.”

If you were brave, you would have asked him something like: Are you trying to say something? Please tell me you’re trying to say something.

You weren’t brave.

“Then why are you leaving me all alone?! Huh?! To suffer all by myself?! Do you know how many credits I’m taking?”

“And you’re leaving me to a bunch of foreigners!! So what about that?!”

“I’m not the one leaving!”

Insert spluttering.

And laughter.

So much obnoxious laughter.

It was a good last day together.

It was a warm goodbye.

But, want to know something that sometimes makes your heart scream a little?

Wondering if you could have made that last day even better if you had been brave.

— X U   M I N G H A O

[one-sided pining] [TW for slight age difference/feelings for an authority figure][favorite of this set]

Heartache is falling for someone untouchable.

First of all, don’t point any fingers at him.

Having the vocal instructor be a beautiful, attractive, and young person? Who compliments trainees in their native tongue? And sits with them at lunch?

It’s like the higher ups are trying to weed out the trainees via dating clause.

Second of all, and corollary of the first point: Minghao’s not the only one.

“Our teacher’s the best!” Junhui crows in his ear, Mandarin a little too breathless.

Minghao lets out a little grunt in response.

“I didn’t know our teacher could dance, too!”

“Seonsaengnim is very talented,” one of the Korean trainees says to Minghao, ignorant to Jun’s words.

Minghao wills his cheeks to not show anything.

“Really!” someone else says.

He groans at his thumping heart.

Third of all, it’s not like the feelings will last.

Shortly after the dancing display, Seonsaengnim sits with Minghao, Junhui, and a few other trainees at lunch. Here, Minghao learns something very important about their young instructor.

“Yeah, I was a trainee just like you three!” you say, hoping this conversation doesn’t take a poor turn. “Honestly, I think it was only a little over a year ago.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you end up a teacher here?” Jihoon doesn’t mention any of the trainees’ popular assumptions in his question.

Seonsaengnim must not have been as good as everyone else.

Maybe all the other trainees were more beautiful.

Honestly, I bet that’s it.

Minghao doesn’t quite know it for sure, but he knows that Jihoon, like himself, worries that he won’t debut because of his visuals. Korean entertainment… just isn’t fair.

“Korean entertainment goes through its phases.” It’s like you read his thoughts. Minghao can tell you’re sifting through your thoughts very carefully, choosing your words not unlike the way he often does. Trying to find the words. The right way to articulate best intentions. “For me, I was good enough that even though I couldn’t debut, the company thought I was worth keeping around. That was honestly very…” He's fascinated by the way your tongue peaks out to wet your lips. “Very complimentary. Of them, to me. I’m thankful.”

“Do you think you could debut in the future?” someone asks, stupidly.

“No.” Minghao is surprised to see your lips begin to smile so sincerely. “But I’m looking forward to helping you all debut.”

There’s no bitterness in your tone.

Something in him stirs fiercely. He wishes he could have that surety.

When you smile warmly at him, tilting your head as you study his expression, the buzz that courses through him is surely the way Soonyoung would feel if he ever met Taemin. Surely.

It’s admiration, that’s all it is.

Fourth of all, it was inevitable, really.

“Minghao, can we talk for a minute?”

He nearly jumps at the Mandarin.

There’s rage sitting in his stomach right now—at the company, at the guest instructor, at the mistakes he made today, at his own pathetic face.

Minghao just wants to disappear for a while.

But he can’t say no. Doesn’t want to, to this one staff member.

“Of course.”

You sit next to him, back to the studio’s mirror.

“I know today was hard, but you’ve been doing better the last four practices in a row. That’s incredible. Remember… Every time you’re not going to improve visibly. That would be impossible.”

“Thanks.”

“And that instructor is a piss poor excuse for a—oh, sorry. I shouldn’t be teaching you those kinds of words—”

“Seonsaengnim, I won’t be telling anyone on you.” He can feel the corners of his lips twitching up, despite himself.

“Just… Know you’re already working hard enough. You don’t need to be… ‘working double because you don’t have the visuals.’” You run an aggressive hand through your hair and let out a righteously indignant noise. “Just… You’re so talented, and I honestly think you look perfectly attractive. So… Just… Ugh. Know that you’re unofficially my favorite. And I hope today doesn’t stick with you. Damn, that was a horrible instructor...”

Minghao can’t help but flush at the praise, and how intimate it feels for you to be here. Sitting with him. Rambling to him so that he’ll feel better.

This talk will stick with him.

But only for the best reasons.

You take his hand; squeeze it once reassuringly.

“You’re going really far. Remember that.”

He meets your eyes, heartbeat galloping.

It was inevitable.

Fifth of all, it’s not like he’ll ever say anything.

“Today’s my last day with you! I’m so proud of you all for making it this far.”

It’s not like he’ll ever have the chance.

“Thank you for everything, Seongsaengnim!”

“Yes, thank you!”

“You were our best teacher!”

Minghao freezes.

It feels like someone took all the warmth he had felt from that talk, and drained it from him. And decided that, you know what? For the hell of it, let’s just dump some ice cubes in there. Like rubbing salt in a wound, but emotionally.

The practice passes as quickly as clouds on a windy day.

Then, suddenly, you’re hugging everyone goodbye.

Then, suddenly, you’re fondly ushering the last of the trainees through the door.

Then, suddenly, you’re brushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes.

“Minghao, you’ve made it to the debut lineup. I’m so proud of you.”

You say more, but his mind is empty except for the panic settling in.

He’ll never get to say anything.

He grabs your wrist.

“Seonsaengnim, you can’t be leaving.”

A surprised frown. “I can’t?”

I need you to stay with me throughout my career.

I need you to keep watching me improve, with that proud look in your eye.

I need—

Minghao can’t find any Korean to answer with, leaving him nearly in tears.

He feels hysterical.

And you hug him.

And the tears fall.

“I’ll miss you too, Minghao.”

I love you.

So I need you to stay.

“I’ll be watching the headlines for your name, and when I see it, I’ll be telling my new trainees, ‘He was my favorite!’” A pure, bright grin against his sweaty hair. “You’ve made it, Hao! You don’t need to be crying over me.”

That’s not the words that will make me feel better.

“I—I—”

Minghao knows the three Korean syllables.

But it’s not like he’ll ever say them.

— L E E   C H A N

[angst] [exes]

Heartache is pouring out my regrets out on stage, knowing you’ll never see it.

Chan doesn’t know why he’s feeling this way, this minute, this song.

But he is.

It’s trainee evaluation day; his focus should be unwavering.

Yet, as he takes his spot with the other three trainees, he feels that familiar wave of regret bowl his heart over.

His memories of you flash through his head as he lowers it, waiting for the music to play.

Those memories are bowling pins in his mind, one toppling into another and that pin into another—

And Chan, being who he is, aims for a strike every single time.

“It’s alright you cancelled today—I know being a trainee leaves you no time.”

“I’m sorry. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

The first one always falls, and then the next.

“I understand. It’ll be worth it when you make it to the big stage.”

“Only if you’re in the front row.”

“Talk soon.”

“Talk soon.”

The second pin rushes into the third.

“I have to go in a minute. But you were trying to tell me?”

“It’s… no, it’s nothing, babe. Dance good. And… maybe—call me soon?”

“I promise I’ll call right after.”

And the next ones always fall much faster.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call last night. We were all so exhausted, and I just couldn’t deal with y—”

He stops himself in time, but the damage is done.

“You just couldn’t deal with me? Well, you know what, Lee Chan. Maybe right now I can’t deal with you.”

And then they all fall indiscriminately, until the last few are teetering, wobbling...

The music plays, and muscle memory sweeps Chan’s body away into the choreography.

“No, Chan, you don’t need to apologize. I understand exactly how we stand. I really do believe you, don’t worry about that. You like me, but not as much as yourself! And your ‘dreams.’ I understand completely.” Your voice is a both a cry and a hiss by now. “You’re really selfish sometimes, you know that?”

...And the last one falls.

“Chan, your lyrics are really... “

“Are they that bad?”

“No—not bad… Just, well… Heavy. For someone your age.”

“It’s a heavy topic, hyung.”

“True.”

“So, can we use them for the evaluation?”

“No. They’ll be wanting something lighthearted for that. But…”

“But.”

“I’ll hold onto these, if you don’t mind. We can use them on an album someday.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“No, really! They’re good lyrics.”

“No, uh… That wasn’t what I meant! It’s just…”

“Are they too personal? You don’t want them in the world?”

“Sort of.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it’s decided then. We won’t use them.”

“Thanks, hyung.”

“What, you’re leaving? Don’t you at least want these back, if they’re so personal?”

“...No, that’s alright. I… I—just, can you keep them for me? I don’t want them again. Ever.”

“Hey, I—”

“Please.”

“You wrote ‘I’m sorry,’ nineteen times. Not to pull the responsible hyung card on you, but I feel like this isn’t something you can… keep away from yourself. For forever.”

“I know. I’m working on it.”

“Okay then.”

“Thanks for everything, hyung.”

“Sure.”

“I’ll just go now.”

“Okay…. Uh… Actually, Chan?”

“What?”

“Just remember that, even if… Even because you’ve messed up before... Just know that doesn’t mean you’re that person for forever. I don’t know if you can make up for whatever happened. But you’re not… ‘stuck on this tear-stained road, for ever. You’re a good kid.”

“Are you going after sappy hyung role, now?”

“You can talk to us if you’re not feeling okay.”

“Thank you, hyung. I’ll get out of your hair now.”

“Chan!”

The song ends. The dance resolves with a final swoop of the arm. And Chan’s heart hurts a little.

“That was really good,” someone whispers.

“For real, I got chills.”

“Chan-ie, are you crying?” one of his hyungs asks. He touches his face; he is. “Are you okay?”

“I will be,” he feels himself reply.

Hey, Y/N. I’m sorry if this is the last thing you want to see. Hell, you might have me blocked, and honestly, a better me would hope you do. Anyways, I needed to get off my chest how sorry I am. I’m not going to try to explain myself. But I needed to try to let you know that I understand what I did was selfish. And that I shouldn’t have let us continue like that for so long….

Five years later, Chan will perform a solo at a concert.

Thematically, there’s a lot going on. And the lyrics say sorry a lot of times.

The fandom wonders what inspired the lyrics.

Chan doesn’t cry when he performs it.

The ending of the song isn’t happy, but it does resolve. The sad chord makes any listener feel a little bittersweet, though.

And, from the front row, one ticket remains unclaimed.

—T H A N K   Y O U   F O R   R E A D I N G!

If any of these touched you in particular, please leave me an ask or rb! I really appreciate any feedback. Have a great day!!

[honeyhotteoks]

THE HAND ON THE BACK OF WOOYOUNGS HEAD IS MAKING MY HEAD SPIN https://x.com/softyuyupics/status/1735590456866529308?s=46&t=HLRjYBwplmyKbi-qDEtaIQ

HI I JUST SAW THIS CAN CONFIRM I"M FUCKING ILL ABOUT IT

LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING ME

[sunshine-co]

so i have a poly!yunwoo x chubby!reader just nearly finished, but idk if i should finish it just as is with just the smut ending or continue you it a little to add some after care? what would yall prefer?

its also super long and i had originally intended for it to have more smut but it got too long with the pre amble/date stuff i wanted to add. so i might also make another bit/chapter(?) if this one goes well but for now, this poll.

[a-soft-hornytiny]

Broken rules.

Summary: Wooyoung broke your precious rules so you make sure he’ll not be able to walk properly for a while.

Word count: 2.3k+ 

Genre: Smut

Pairing: OT8 x neutral!reader, Wooyoung x Yunho (poly relationship)

Warnings: sub!switch!wooyoung, dom!yunho, unprotected sex, size kink, hand kink, cum, a bit degradation, a bit humiliation, punishment, M x M, a bit choking, dirty talk, voyeurism, praise kink, male penetration, anal sex, begging, masturbation, name calling (let me know if I missed anything) be careful while reading.

Notes: well… this is nasty. So enjoy. I don’t have much to say except for that. Have a nice death everyone. I passed away while writing this. (Sequel: Special present.)

Tags: @jonghoisbabie @multidreams-and-desires @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers-writes @serialee (let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist) @galaxteez

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You couldn’t help the rush of adrenaline when you heard his small whimper. Your harsh grip in his hair made him let out little cries as you dragged him into the living room. 

When you found him in the bathroom, secretly touching himself, you felt your anger rise immediately. There was one big rule in the dorms that nobody dared to question, normally. 

No touching in any way without asking for permission. It was your privilege to decide when they were allowed to touch themselves, each other or you. And you were really strict in that.

It was not like you denied it often. They usually just quietly asked when they needed some alone time and you let them do what they had to do, or sometimes joined. But it was really important to you THAT they asked. If you had one desire, then it was to completely control them. Even those little questions made you feel mighty and instantly brought a smile to your face.

But you couldn’t stand it when they didn’t. It hadn’t happened often. There was that one time when Yeosang secretly did it on the toilet at a music show. But you found out immediately and placed an example on why they shouldn’t misbehave right away. None of them dared to challenge you after that.

But today? You had been wondering why Wooyoung takes so much time in the bathroom lately but didn’t question it at first. 

You were walking by the bathroom door, on your way to the living room, when you heard familiar whimpers through it. You had immediately knocked, which caused the other end to go silent instantly. 

“Wooyoung? What are you doing in there?” You asked, your voice dangerously quiet. When you didn’t get a response but heard a zip instead, you ripped the door open directly. 

Only to find a fiddling Wooyoung. The moment you entered the bath, he instantly turned his back to you. Obviously hiding something. You cleared your throat while leaning against the door with crossed arms. “What were you doing?” 

You already knew. But you wanted to hear it from him. And he knew that it would help him to be honest. But well, he decided against it.

“Nothing! I was just using the toilet like a normal person!” He lied straight into your face. Your eyes went dark. You hated lies. At least be honest when you did something wrong. That was a rule as well. And now he broke two of your dearest rules. 

He could feel your anger. He could see the way your face shifted. But he didn’t want to stop. Your stare sent shivers down his spine, making his uncomfortably hidden boner twitch. He felt adrenaline rush through his veins like electricity, causing him to get goosebumps all over his body. 

“Are you sure?” You asked, giving him one last chance to get out of that disaster. But he didn’t take it. He jerked slightly as you took a step closer to him. But he didn’t answer. Just nodded.

You let out a deep growl while snapping forward. You took his arms and tucked them behind his back before he could do anything against it, instantly turning him around. 

“Then what is this?” You demanded an answer, pointing at his rock hard dick which was still peeking out of his emergency closed pants. He whined. “And this?” You used one hand to hold his arms while the other grabbed his shirt, taking a small wet patch between your fingers. The patch was slightly sticky and still warm. You rubbed it between your index finger and thumb while staring directly into his eyes. 

But Wooyoung tried to avoid eye contact. He knew that there was no use in lying anymore. But something about it made him excited. His heart was nearly jumping out of his chest and your stare only made him feel like he was about to cum on spot. Which definitely wouldn’t make it better. 

“It’s water.” He announced steadily, even though the rest of his body was a shaking mess. You tched. Water? He wouldn’t even believe that himself. 

Your grab on his arms tightened as you lifted up his chin with the same two fingers that had rubbed his pre-cum into his shirt a moment ago. “One last chance Wooyoung. What were you doing?” You held his chin harshly, feeling his jaw clench against your fingers. 

But he just rolled his eyes and pressed his lips together. 

And that was it. Your patience was gone. Completely.

You nearly scratched his face as your hand rushed up to grab his hair. It had the perfect length and felt incredibly soft under your fingers. One more reason to grab it harder. 

You didn’t hesitate to drag him out of the bathroom, into the living room. 

“You are going to regret this.” You whispered into his ear before pushing him onto the ground. He stumbled over his feet for a short second but still roughly hit the ground. Face first on the carpet in front of the sofa. 

San, who was sitting on the sofa with his phone in his hand, looked at you with shocked eyes. But it didn’t take him long to realize what was happening and his eyes darkened instantly.

But your attention was fully on Wooyoung, pushing him down again as he tried to get up. “Don’t you dare..” You whispered dangerously, turning around to San with a fierce look in your eyes. 

San flinched at the sudden stare but immediately showed you that he was listening. “Be a good boy and get Yunho.” You growled. San nearly jumped off the sofa and ran into his room to get said roommate. 

Wooyoung whined. He slowly realized what was about to happen. Yunho. You wanted Yunho. Which meant… His eyes widened as the realization hit him. “No please not… please I’ll do anything.. don’t make him… not Yunho please..” He suddenly began to beg, making you laugh. 

“Oh suddenly? You were horny enough to break my rules but not ready for the punishment?” You let out another laugh. “Pathetic.”

Wooyoung let out small cries as he tried to get out of your grip. Which only caused you to grab him harder. “Stay still or no lube.” You said in a cold tone. And he stopped moving immediately. Not even a cry. He turned silent completely, pretty rare for him.

“You told San to get m..me?” Yunho’s voice broke at the sight of Wooyoung under your grip. Because just as Wooyoung knew what it meant when you called for Yunho as a punishment, Yunho knew exactly what he had to do when he found you in this kind of situation. 

His ears got red instantly as he scanned the position you were in but it didn’t take long for a boner to form in the sweatpants he was wearing. “What h-happened?” He asked hesitantly while moving closer slowly.

“Oh, someone decided to break two of my favourite rules and not apologize for it.” You replied. Loud enough for the whole dorm to hear. And you did that on purpose. Because you knew that San was pressing his ear against the door of his room and that Seonghwa and Yeosang were in the kitchen just a few minutes ago.

You beckoned Yunho and he came closer. You smiled at him. Warmly. The complete opposite of how you were looking at Wooyoung before. 

“He is all yours puppy. Make sure that doesn’t feel the need to help himself for at least a week. And oh, walking should be a problem too.” You explained, gently patting Yunho's head. And he nodded happily.

If there was something that Yunho loved, then it was getting praise for helping you. It didn’t matter what kind of help it was. 

You settled back on the sofa, observing Yunho with a reassuring smile on your face. Wooyoung still didn’t move. You could see that he was shaking and you were worried for a small second. Worried that he was actually afraid. 

But Yunho proved you wrong as he pulled Wooyoung hips up, revealing the enormous boner Wooyoung had. His cock had freed himself from his pants and was pressing against his belly. And you could even see a small patch on the carpet with a small wet string leading from the patch to the tip of his cock. You let out a soft chuckle.

Wooyoung on the other hand was worried about completely different things. He was worried about Yunho’s big hands travelling over his body. He was worried about the hard dick pressing against his back. And he was worried about the fact that he was extremely close to coming untouched. “Please hurry up…” He cried as he felt Yunho taking off his pants. 

But Yunho looked at you for confirmation. One of his hands was placed on Wooyoung’s belly and the other was covered in lube and waiting in front of Wooyoung’s entrance. You nodded softly. And Yunho didn’t wait any longer.

“Yun-ho~~” Wooyoung was about to complain but mid name the pleasure hit him, letting the intended complaint sound like a lewd moan. And Yunho reacted instantly, beginning to move and spread his fingers at a slow pace.

It didn’t take long for Wooyoung to be a whining and whimpering mess under Yunho’s fingers. And he didn’t even touch his cock. 

But that was on purpose. Because not only you, but Yunho knew as well that if he would touch Wooyoung’s cock, he would cum in no time.

And Wooyoung’s bratty nature was completely gone. You could see in his face that he would literally do anything for the pleasure. You could see how much he wanted Yunho inside him. The picture in front of your eyes was causing this familiar tingle in your belly and you could feel yourself gently rocking back and forth on the sofa.

“Can I?” Yunho asked you with big eyes, his dick already waiting at Wooyoung’s prepared hole. You chuckled. Such a good boy. Yunho had never broken any of your rules. The bed time rule maybe. But they all broke that one constantly. That was why you always let him do the punishments. He deserved the pleasure for being a good boy. 

“You can puppy. Don’t be gentle. He doesn’t deserve gentle today.” You answered with a warm tone on your voice. And Yunho didn’t need more to push himself into Wooyoung’s clenching hole. 

A lewd moan echoed through the room. And you were sure that if you didn’t have all the members' attention before, you had it now. Imagining them listening to Wooyoung’s moans without being able to touch themselves or get any kind of relief made shivers run down your spine. 

Yunho began to move. And Wooyoung began to cry. His cheeks were flushed and tears were running down to his chin. “Gentle… please.. to-too hard..” He cried out at Yunho’s size moving in and out of him. But you shook your head as Yunho looked at you with question marks in his eyes. 

“You got yourself into this. Don’t try to get out of it.” You scolded Wooyoung with a cold tone as you stood up and settled down in front of him. “Look at me.” You continued, taking his chin into your hand. 

He looked up to you. His eyes were red and watery and his lips were covered in saliva. “What did you do?” You asked again. Knowing that you’ll get a proper answer now. 

“I touched myself without permission.” He stammered while Yunho still hammered into him. “And?” You wanted to hear everything.

“And I lied..” He whined while biting his own lip, trying to suppress a moan. 

“Will you do that again?” You continued to ask, earning a loud whimper from him.

“N-no I won’t… I promise..” He nearly choked on his own words as Yunho hit the perfect spot. 

You smiled. “Good boy.”

“Ca-can I cum?” He suddenly spit out, making you chuckle. You gently pat his head, stroking his hair. 

“You can. But you’ll have to endure it until Yunho cums as well.” You smirked as his face shifted in pain. “I-I will but please let me cum..” He begged, looking at you with big shimmering eyes. And you gave a nod to Yunho, who didn’t hesitate to take Wooyoung’s cock into his hand and stroke him at an immense speed. 

You couldn’t help to chuckle at the pathetic sounds Wooyoung made as he came closer to his climax. “Come on.. make a mess for me.” You demanded. And it didn’t take him even one second to follow that order. He let out a last loud choked moan as his cum spilled all over the carpet. His body was shaking and he felt his muscles protesting against his will to keep his body in position. 

Yunho noticed that and immediately helped him up, continuing to pound into him even harder. Yunho let out quiet groans as he came closer to his release while Wooyoung’s tears ran down his puffy red cheeks. “Too much-“ He cried out as Yunho thrusted into him one last time before he filled him up. 

Wooyoung could feel the warm cum inside him, causing him to shoot out another cum string. He felt empty but full at the same time because Yunho stayed inside of him for a few seconds after filling him up. 

“Good job!” You smiled as you signaled Yunho to pull out. “Let’s clean him up together.” You suggested and Yunho immediately lifted him up, taking him to the place where all of this started. 

“Seonghwa.” You called, knowing that he was just around the corner. Probably pretty desperate. And he instantly showed up. “Can you clean that up for me?” You asked pointing at the mess Wooyoung had made. And you couldn't help but smirk when you saw the massive bulge in his pants.

[kimjoongs]

against the current ; k.ys

pairing yeosang x reader

genre skater boy au, rock band au, fluff

word count 1.3k

warning(s) explicit language

taglist @yunwoo @toffee-hwa @atinykidult @s1ardusk @seongghwaa

dia’s note inspired by this edit i made, also thanks to ana for peer pressuring me into this :’) and anna for giving me the rock band wooyoung idea :’))

synopsis perhaps skater boy was a little bit in love with you. that’s okay because you were perhaps a little bit in love with him too.

The clock on your phone read 5:00 p.m. on the dot. Tucking the device back in the pocket of your hoodie (actually, it was his hoodie), you watched on with a fond smile, falling back to lean on the palms of your hands. 

The faint outline of Yeosang’s figure whizzed past you, wind tickling the exposed skin on your legs. Echoing down the empty, vast plane of the skatepark were the rattling sounds of the skateboard, wheels gliding along the chilled concrete. Their clickety-clackety sounds were a familiar comfort to you, reminiscent of a train chugging down the tracks—a beacon of nostalgia and a place that was like home to you.

He was like home to you.

Tugging the hood over your head, you hauled yourself up off the ground and made your way towards the metal railing, just next to the half-pipe. Yeosang paid you no mind, too focused on not eating shit as he went up the ramp, suspending himself in the air for a moment, before gracefully gliding back down and repeating the process over again.

You never got tired of watching him. In fact, the more you watched Yeosang skate the more entranced you were. Unlike him, you had no coordination on a board whatsoever; you were lucky to be able to just stand on the thing, let alone actually move along with it. So it was always a treat for you whenever you had the chance to witness Yeosang in his element, taking control of the skateboard and wielding it under his feet as if it were a weapon, streaking across metal railings and drifting on curved concrete. Other than the band, you’ve never seen Yeosang enjoy himself so much.

Speaking of which…

“Hey skater boy!” you called out. “Let’s go, you’re late!”

Yeosang paused, glancing over from where he stood atop the half-pipe. He flashed you an angelic smile, making your heart skip a beat as he came down, planting his feet firmly on the ground and stopping right in front of you. He tugged his red beanie off, beach blonde hair messily framing his flushed face. You reached over and gently brushed his bangs away with the sleeve of your—his—hoodie, laughing softly when Yeosang tilted his head up, booping his nose against the curve of your wrist.

“Have fun?” you asked, bringing your hand back down. 

“Yeah, thanks, I really...I really needed this,” he said breathlessly, bending down and picking the skateboard up, tucking it under his arm. With his other, he threw it around your shoulder and pulled you close, leading you out of the skatepark.

“Good, ‘cause now Wooyoung’s gonna chew my ass out for making you late,” you snorted.

“I mean, it’s quite a walk to the venue, and we’re never gonna get there quick enough if we just walk.” Yeosang shrugged nonchalantly, trying and failing to keep the rising smirk off his face. You raised an eyebrow, freezing in your tracks and stepping away from his hold.

“What are you implying?”

Yeosang’s smirk widened, eyes drifting down to the board in his hands, and that’s when it clicked. Immediately, you whipped around and began fast-walking down the street, ignoring your boyfriend’s mirthful laughter as he jogged to catch up with you.

“Oh, c’mon–”

“Yeosang, I am not riding that thing.”

“Why–”

You threw him a look over your shoulder, unamused at the bouts of giggles bursting through his lips. Yeosang wasn’t stupid—he knew the reason why, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy seeing you squirm about it every now and then.

He finally caught up to you, steps slowing down as he grabbed onto your hand and slipping his fingers between yours. You pretended not to notice the way your skin flared up at the sudden gesture. Instead, you buried your face in the collar of the hoodie, relaxing as the familiar scent of lavender and sandalwood permeated your senses.

“I’ll hold your hand the whole time if it makes you feel better–ack!” Yeosang yelped when you firmly elbowed him in the side.

“Are you kidding me? I told you to be here by five, and it’s almost fifteen minutes past. Yeosang, I swear if you didn’t need your hands today I would’ve fucking broken them by now.” Wooyoung jabbed Yeosang’s chest with his finger, brows furrowed in frustration and lips downturned in a disappointed pout. His long, black hair was tied back into its usual ponytail, but loose strands were sticking out—most likely due to Wooyoung’s habit of running his hands through his hair. From where you sat on the leather couch, an amused snicker left your lips.

You regretted it almost instantly as Wooyoung’s attention was now brought on you, and you braced yourself.

“Y/n, don’t even get me started on–”

“Wooyoung,” Yunho sighed tiredly, coming up behind his fellow bandmate and placing his hand on Wooyoung’s shoulder. “We’re on in five, get ready. You can yell at them later.”

No sooner did the words leave Yunho’s lips came Jongho stumbling into the room, headset resting crookedly upon his face. 

“What are you all still doing here? The fans are waiting, let’s go!” He gestured hurriedly. 

The others quickly followed suit, each of them picking up their respective instruments; Wooyoung with his bass, Mingi and Yunho with their guitars, San with his mic (his keyboard was already set up on stage), and Yeosang with his drumsticks. You trailed along behind them, chest vibrating at the sheer noise coming from the crowd as you neared the stage. 

Once they were behind the wings, the boys went into a huddle, wrapping their arms around each other’s shoulders. You stayed back and gazed at them with a soft smile on your face, occasionally taking a peek through the curtains. Compared to other venues, this one was significantly less substantial in terms of space and audience number, but the screams and shouts of support from the crowd definitely rivaled those of bigger venues. 

The boys finished their huddle with a simple chant, and almost immediately, the stage lights dimmed, causing the audience to scream even louder (if that were even possible). You sat back on one of the crates, heart racing as you watched Wooyoung run on stage, followed by Mingi, Yunho, and San. But instead of going along with them, Yeosang swiftly turned around and strode over to you.

Your expression fell into one of confusion. “Yeosang, what are you–”

You didn’t get the chance to finish your sentence before Yeosang’s lips connected with yours. His free hand, the one that wasn’t holding his drumsticks, tenderly cupped your face, thumb gently stroking your cheek. The kiss was delicate and warm, like a single flutter of a butterfly’s wing on your lips, and it was just so like Yeosang you couldn’t help but tug him even closer.

“Hey Yeo! If you’re done sucking face, we need you out here! Don’t make me come back there and drag you,” Wooyoung announced into his mic, rolling his eyes as the other members glanced at each other, grinning widely.

A laugh bubbled out from your lips and you pulled away, resting your forehead against Yeosang’s. His eyes were open and peering intently into your own, causing your face to flare up once again. You pushed your hand against his chest.

“Go,” you urged. “Don’t give Wooyoung another reason to yell at us for.”

Yeosang didn’t move away for a second, but then he surged forward once more, planting a sweet kiss to your forehead. 

“Cheer for me, yeah?” he breathed.

“Always.”

[kimjoongs]

nameless soul ; k.hj [sneak peek]

pairing hongjoong x reader

genre hotarubi no mori e au, forest spirit!hongjoong, fluff, angst

word count currently 1.5k

warning(s): spoilers, character death (not explicit but still read with caution)

taglist @yunwoo @atinykidult @toffee-hwa @inkigayeo @s1ardusk (lmk if you’d like to be added to my gen taglist)

dia’s note this fic is a bit different to the actual movie, but the concept is the same

synopsis it’s difficult to appreciate the little things, until you realize how easy it is for them to be taken away. you just wished you could’ve held onto him a little while longer.

—summer of the first meeting

Behind them, the sun was beginning to descend over the horizon, and it left a bright halo of light surrounding their figure, smudging the outlines of their body.

They looked as if they were about to fade away and be sucked into the light.

—summer of the wanderers

He never knew what it was like to be in the company of someone so strange, so different from him. He was used to the whistling of the trees as the wind gently rustled their leaves. He was used to the flutter of the butterflies and the buzzing of the bees. He was used to his thoughts being the sole motivator in his otherwise unconventional lifestyle.

Or maybe he was just lonely.

—summer of the blooming flowers

You delicately placed the single daisy behind his hair, mindful of the location of your hand. Hongjoong’s eyes flickered back and forth between you and the patch of grass underneath him.

Nimble fingers picked at the blades, tugging them out of the soil and into a pile off to the side. Summer was nearing its end, and Hongjoong knew that you had to leave soon.

Without thinking, he raised his hand but before his fingers could brush against your skin, his arm fell limply in his lap.

—summer of the fading soul

You watched as the sun set below the horizon line. Three more summers had passed, and you finally had the courage to come back.

But now you weren’t sure if you were ever going to leave.