anxiouscherubs

[anxiouscherubs]

am i abt to start a stalker yunho fic on the way home from nashville. i think so.

[anxiouscherubs]

OH GOOD HEAVENS

250609 ATEEZ Yeosang, cr. hugging_99

[anxiouscherubs]

this man …… is too much of a tease i can’t handle it today ‼️

[anxiouscherubs]

sunday morning just hit 1000 notes 🥹 sometimes i can’t believe people actually like what i write, my heart is so full !!!

[anxiouscherubs]

make me

・❥・ summary: your job has been consuming all of your time and energy lately, and your boyfriend has been craving your attention. you finally have a free day together, and he’s taken it upon himself to tease you and push your buttons all day long, working you up and up until you can’t stand it anymore… and neither can he.

・❥・ warnings/tags: MDNI! 18+, explicit, smut, fluff, established relationship, dom/sub dynamics, woo is a cute whiny brat<3, he’s lowkey a service sub..??, y/n is super overwhelmed with her job, woo calls y/n baby and angel, light bondange, oral sex (f receiving), face riding, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t), creampie, got a little emo and wholesome at the end there my bad (i could not help myself), lmk if i missed anything !

・❥・ pairing: sub!wooyoung x softdom!fem!reader  

・❥・ author’s note: y’all… woo being a bratty sub just … makes sense. this fic has been in the works for a while as i’ve gotten a few other stories done and im so excited to finally be posting it! this is my first time writing woo so i hope you enjoy (: i’m also relatively new to writing so any constructive feedback is appreciated~!

・❥・ word count: 4,568

・❥・ read it on ao3: here

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It’s been hours. Hours of your boyfriend’s lingering touches, filthy whispers, suggestive comments… All morning long he’s been ramping it up, seeing how far he can push you until you can’t handle it anymore. He’s having a blast, but you’re about to kill him. 

“Can you get your head out of your ass and help me shop, please?” You playfully nudge him in the ribs with your elbow after he “accidentally” brushes a palm over your ass for the millionth time.

“It’s hard for me to focus on shopping when I’m sooo hungry, baby,” he whines as you turn into the produce section, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear. 

“We ate before we came, Youngie,” the warmth of his breath has goosebumps prickling your skin, but you try to shake it off to focus on what you need to grab for dinner tonight. He chuckles as he steps in front of the cart, remembering what you need before you do, grabbing a bundle of scallions and tossing it on top of the meat in your cart. He sticks one foot in front of one of the wheels, making you stop with a jerk. You glare at him with a furrowed brow, bracing yourself for what’s about to come out of his mouth. He’s got that fucking look in his eyes, you think to yourself.

“I didn’t say I was hungry for food,” he smirks at you, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue as a deep shade of crimson blooms across your cheeks. 

“Jung Wooyoung, we are at the grocery store,” you whisper,  “can you take it down a notch?” You glance around you to make sure no poor strangers heard his comment. His hungry eyes drag over your body, clearly having little regard for the other patrons of the store.

“Hmm, no,” he quips, “I don’t want to.” He winks at you before spinning on his heel to make his way around the produce section, grabbing everything else that you need for the week. You roll your eyes at him, but feel grateful he’s stopped his incessant teasing to actually be helpful. He’s got a shit-eating grin on his face when he returns to the cart, and you realize your moment of peace was short-lived. 

“Did the potatoes say something funny?” You taunt him, crossing your arms as he puts everything in the cart. 

“No, you’re just really hot when you’re annoyed with me,” his voice quiets slightly as another couple walks by. “You know you love it,” his eyes dart to your lips before meeting your gaze again, that glint in his eye making your belly warm. You ignore him, knowing it’ll only egg him on even more. You back the cart up a little so you can steer around him, his eyebrows raising as you’re about to pass him. He sticks an arm in front of you, wrapping his fingers around your waist before dipping his head down to whisper in your ear again, “don’t pretend like you aren’t wet right now, baby.” 

Stifling a gasp and ignoring how absolutely correct he is, you slide out of his grasp and head toward the bakery. You need to get him home before you get yourselves arrested for public indecency. 

The rest of your shopping trip is riddled with more of Wooyoung’s incessant flirting and fleeting touches, and by the time he loads all the groceries into the car for you, you’re about ready to lose it. He drives you both home, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh, frequently squeezing dangerously close to your core, with just enough pressure to make you dizzy. 

You put your groceries away in silence, both of you clearly waiting to see who will crack first. Unfortunately for your boyfriend, you’re feeling especially stubborn today. Despite how much his wandering hands and eyes are affecting you, you try not to let it show, knowing that’ll only make him try harder… Maybe he’ll even start begging.

Wooyoung seems to have disappeared as you put the last of the snacks in the pantry, and for a moment you think maybe he’s given up. Wrong. 

“Are you done giving me the silent treatment?” He whispers from behind you, startling you so badly that you drop a box of Pepero as you spin around to face him. 

“God dammit, Wooyoung,” you run your hands through your hair in frustration as he drops to his knees in front of you to pick up the box. 

“Ah, my favorite angle of you,” he looks up at you, his deep brown eyes twinkling under the warm lights of your kitchen. 

“Is that why you scared me? So you’d have an excuse to get on your fucking knees in front of me?” You can feel your cheeks heating, both anger and lust pumping through your veins. 

He beams at you, satisfied that you’re letting your resolve slip a bit. “I’d like to think I don’t need an excuse to get on my knees for you, baby.” He darts his tongue out to wet his lips, drawing the bottom one between his teeth. 

“You are such a fucking brat,” you glare down at him, snatching the Pepero out of his hand as he offers it to you and tossing it on the counter behind him.

“And you are fucking hot when you talk to me like that,” 

“Shut up, Wooyoung, oh my–”

“Make me,” he interrupts you, his teasing gaze shifting to something much more wanting. “Please, make me.” 

There it is. 

You gawk at him in silence, the corner of your mouth tugging up into a smirk as you let his challenge hang in the air between you. 

Desperation takes over his features and his breathing turns shaky as he practically whimpers, “please, please, make me shut up, baby.” He’s so pretty when he begs. He wraps his hands around the backs of your thighs, pulling you closer to him, resting his chin on one of your thighs as he looks up at you. “Please.” 

You gently thread your fingers through his dark hair, wrapping your hand around the back of his head before tightening your grip on his locks, pulling his head back. He groans at the pain, a hoarse laugh falling from his lips, his breath quickening as he admires you towering over him. “And how would you like me to do that?” You question him, noticing the outline of his stiffening cock straining against the fabric of his sweatpants. 

“Surprise me,” he breathes, hissing as you tighten your grip on his hair, pulling him up to force him to stand again. If he wants a surprise, he’s about to get his favorite one.

“Be a good boy for me, Youngie…” your voice dips into the sultry tone you only use for him. “Go take your clothes off and lay in our bed, okay? Can you do that for me?” Releasing your grip, you take a deep breath as Wooyoung’s eyes light up and he giddily nods before hopping up to run toward your bedroom. You roll your eyes briefly at his excitement, knowing he’d break you today no matter what. He’s just so cute when he tries so hard, and you’ve missed the banter throughout your busy work schedule this past week. Maybe you both really needed this. 

Making a brief pitstop in the bathroom, you give your boyfriend a moment to get settled as you change into your black silk robe that always makes him weak. The shuffling sounds from your bedroom cease as you walk towards it, and you pass through the doorway to see Wooyoung exactly how you were hoping you’d find him. 

His clothes are in a pile on the floor, his head propped against the pillows, one hand wrapped around his leaking cock while the other rests cradling the back of his head. His lips are slightly parted, his eyes glazed over at the sight of you in your robe. 

“Fuck,” he whines, “you look so fucking good,” 

You stalk toward him silently, slowly untying your robe and letting your breasts peek out through the opening. He squeezes the base of his cock as his eyes rake over your body, freezing when you furrow your brow at him. Once you reach him you grab his wrist, his grip loosening on his length immediately. You hear his breath catch in his throat, realizing his mistake.

“I don’t remember telling you that you could touch yourself, Youngie,” you tease him, a fake pout on your lips. With your free hand, you pull the silk tie from the loops of your robe, ever so slowly, grinning as Wooyoung lifts both arms above his head. “Good boy,” you praise him as you use the tie to gently bind his wrists together, guiding his hands around one of the metal bars of your headboard. “Hold onto this until I tell you that you can let go. Do you understand?” 

He nods so fast his cheeks jiggle a little, and you have to stop yourself from giggling at how cute he looks. You press a soft kiss to the middle of his forehead before letting your robe fall open completely, giving him a moment to admire your body. The cool air kisses your nipples, and you feel them begin to peak at the sensation.

“Scoot down a little for me, will you? I think I need a little more space to sit.” 

“Y-yes, okay,” he stutters, eyes blown wide, wiggling down the mattress until his arms are flush against the sides of his head, his knuckles turning white from the strength of his grip on the bar. 

You climb up onto the bed, swinging a knee over his body to straddle him, hovering right over his cock, velvety and solid, resting against his stomach. His chest heaves as he drinks in the sight of you, resisting the urge to reach out and run his fingers over your pert nipples. 

“So obedient for me, keeping your hands to yourself like I asked you to,” you coo, rolling your hips downward, barely brushing your cunt over the length of his cock. He hisses at the feeling, nibbling on his bottom lip. “But you’ve been a little too mouthy for my liking today, Youngie,” you lift your hips again, a needy whine leaving his mouth as he tries to lift his own hips to reach you again, but you plant a hand firmly in the middle of his stomach and push him back down. 

“I-I’m sorry baby, I just wanted to tease you a little because I’ve m-missed you, you’ve been so busy” he pouts, continuing to wriggle his hips beneath you. 

“I’ve missed you too, sweetie, but you know better than that,” you taunt, starting to scoot up his torso inch by inch until you’re straddling his chest. Your silk robe trails behind you, running over Wooyoung’s exposed body. He hisses as the smooth material glides over his cock, and he struggles to stop himself from thrusting into the sensation. 

“Do I?” A devious glint in his eyes tells you he’s still not done instigating. 

“You should,” you reach out to grip his jaw in your hand, squishing his cheeks. “But you get off on me being mean to you, don’t you?” You lower your core onto the firm plane of his chest, rolling your hips over him, and he groans at the feeling of your arousal gliding across his skin, his eyes glued to your center as you move. “You instigate, you push my buttons all day long, because you want me to lose control, hm?” You emphasize each string of words with a roll of your hips, earning another delicious whine from your boyfriend. 

“It’s not my f-fault you’re s-sexy when you’re angry,” he chokes out, his arousal getting the best of him, stopping him from sounding as snarky as he intended. He stumbles over his words as you pull your robe up his length, savoring the feeling of the silk gliding over his sensitive cock. “Ah,” he whimpers, throwing his head back and gripping the bar of your headboard even tighter. 

“Well, my sweet boy, you are sexy when you’re putting that pretty mouth to good use,” you thumb his bottom lip, and his eyes roll back at the contact. “Don’t you agree?” 

“Yes, baby,” he nods, “use my mouth please, I want you to use my mouth,” his brow furrows as he boasts his prettiest begging face, giving you that look that makes you crumble. Seeing him so willing to please you always makes your heart swell in your chest. 

“Such a good boy,” you card your fingers through his hair, his dark eyes dancing across every exposed inch of your skin. “Let go if you need a break, okay honey?” You look to where his hands are still tightly gripped around your headboard. 

“I won’t,” he grins, and you know he means it, but you still want him to agree. You gently pinch his earlobe. “Ah,” he whines, screwing his eyes shut for a moment at the pain, “yes, I will,” 

“Mhm,” you lift your center from his chest to move further up the bed, watching your boyfriend’s eyes light up as your cunt finally comes fully into view. He chews on his bottom lip, waiting for you to get comfortable. You let your robe fall from your shoulders completely, and drop it on the floor next to your bed. 

“You’ve been so patient, my sweetheart,” you praise him, settling each knee on either side of his arms, effectively pinning them down next to his head. You swear you hear him purr at the sight of you, a muscle in his jaw feathering as he restrains himself, waiting for you to give him permission to taste you. His eyes grow darker with each second that passes, and you can feel his eagerness radiating off of him. “Ready?” 

“I’ve been ready since I woke up this morning, y/n,” he rasps, licking his lips. 

You could keep the banter going, but despite your hardened facade, you need him just as badly. You brush a dark strand of hair from his forehead as you finally lower your center within reach of his mouth. 

Wooyoung immediately licks you from your entrance to your clit, repeating his tongues movement as you get comfortable in your lowered position. He groans at the taste of you, lapping at you. You brace yourself on the headboard, the tension in your body melting away at the feeling of his tongue on you. You didn’t realize how much of a toll your busy schedule had taken on your body and your mind, or how much it made you miss your boyfriend.  

“You taste so good, baby,” he groans, “sit down all the way, suffocate me,” he reconnects with your center, flicking his tongue over your swelling clit. 

“If you need a break—“

”If I need a break,” he interrupts you firmly, “I will tell you, but I do not see that happening until I make you come on my face. Now, will you please shut your beautiful mouth and let me take care of you?” He looks up at you from his prone position, his eyes ablaze. 

His sudden steady tone shakes you, and you realize you’ve made him just as impatient as he’s made you. How the tables have turned. You nod, and he instantly reconnects with your clit. You fully sit on his face, and you can’t help but throw your head back as he sucks your sensitive bud into his mouth, pleasure shooting through your body. 

“Fuck, Youngie,” you whine, earning a core-rumbling hum in response. He slides his tongue back to your entrance, pushing inside gently, and he chuckles as you squeeze around it. He pushes inside even deeper, the tip of his beautiful nose bumping against your clit. You can’t help but rock your hips, grinding down onto his face, using your grip on the headboard for leverage. He nods as much as he can under the restraints of your body, urging you to keep going. 

“Mhm,” he mumbles, slipping his tongue out of you to flatten it against your clit, nodding again. You roll your hips over his tongue and he hums in approval. You rock against him faster, harder, each firm brush of his tongue over your clit drawing you closer to the edge. 

“F-feels so good,” you breathe, feeling him grin under you. You glance down at him, a smile pushing through your lust at how smug he looks, raising an eyebrow at you. Even with you riding his face, he manages to find a way to give you a little attitude. If you didn’t have a searing heat pooling in your belly, you’d reach behind your back to wrap your hand around his cock… surely that would put him in check. 

You can’t help but forget that idea the second he tenses his tongue against you, the extra pressure pushing you further toward your release, your grip tightening on the headboard in front of you. Your whole body warms, an electric current shooting straight to where your body meets his as you continue to roll your hips over his mouth.

”I’m so close,” you warn him, and he smirks against you once more, flicking his tongue as much as he can under the beautiful weight of your body, just enough to push you over the edge.

You tense your burning thighs and screw your eyes shut as your orgasm courses through you, leaning over your boyfriend to rest your forehead against the headboard, lifting off of his mouth slightly, giving him room to softly lick at you, gently coaxing you through. You lift off of him further, and he begins peppering your inner thighs with kisses. 

“So pretty,” he coos from under you, his soft voice soothing you as your breathing steadies. You slowly open your eyes to see him beaming up at you, still keeping an iron grip on the headboard. “My girl,” he whispers.

“So good,” you praise him, placing a hand over his. “Let go, Youngie,” 

“You sure?” He checks, loosening his grip slightly. 

“Yes, baby, your fingers look like they’re gonna shrivel up and fall off,” you both laugh, and you untie his hands as he flexes his fingers. You scoot down to straddle his stomach, slowly lowering his right arm, massaging his shoulder as you do. “Feeling okay?” You didn’t realize how tightly your thighs were squeezing his arms against his head, and you feel a spike of panic as you realize how much he might be hurting.

“More than okay, angel,” he says, watching you with so much admiration in his gaze, it makes your chest ache. “I’m okay, I promise,” he assures you, sensing your anxiety. He knows you so well. You finish kneading the tightness out of his right shoulder and let him rest his hand on your thigh as you start on his left. He immediately splays his hand wide across your leg, rubbing a thumb over your skin while you slowly lower his left arm, not expressing so much as a wince, reassuring you further that he’s not hurt. 

You rest his hand on your other thigh, and he starts massaging your sore muscles as you do the same to his. You sit in comfortable silence, until he inches his hands up your thighs, and yours freeze as you realize what he’s doing. 

“Wooyoung…” 

“Hm?” He smirks at you, his hands creeping closer and closer to your center. “You’ve been working so hard… Let me take care of you.” Your job has been driving you into the ground, expecting so much from you and giving you more and more responsibilities, you feel like you’re losing control. Maybe it’s finally time for you to hand the control over to someone else, even if it's just for the night. 

“Yes, please,” you nod slowly, running your hands down your boyfriend’s chest. 

Wooyoung carefully runs the pad of his thumb over your center, adding a little pressure when he reaches your clit. His other hand coasts up your belly to your chest, fingers tenderly wrapping around one of your breasts. You melt into his touch, letting every stressor from recent days slip to the back of your mind. 

“Why don’t you lay down, angel? Get comfortable,” you nod wordlessly at his suggestion, sliding off of Wooyoung, with his gentle guidance, to snuggle up next to him. He rolls onto his side, sliding his hand between your legs, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. “I love you,” he whispers against your mouth. 

“I love you, Youngie,” you welcome his tongue into your mouth with a breathy moan as he slips a skilled finger inside of you. The taste of yourself in his mouth only makes you feel more eager. He rolls onto his side, pressing his body against yours, his solid length rubbing against your belly.

“I love you,” he pumps his finger a few times before adding another, immediately curling them inside of you, so familiar with your body and how to please you. He kisses you hard, swallowing all of your whines, the sounds of your arousal making his cock twitch against you. You realize how much he must be aching for some relief. 

“I want you inside of me, please,” you widen your legs further, opening yourself up to him. 

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” his smug tone would normally grind your gears, but right now you just need him, need release. He slips his fingers out of you, hooking his hand under your knee before hiking your leg up over his hips. He slides down a little bit to adjust his positioning, planting one foot on the mattress to give him some leverage as he lines up with your aching entrance. 

He presses a bruising kiss to your lips as he slides inside of you, filling you to the brim in one swift thrust. You both shudder at the sensation, not remembering the last time you’ve been able to do this. 

“You feel incredible,” he whispers, pulling out of your heat slightly before burying himself in you completely once again. He quickly finds a delicious pace, bumping that tender spot inside of you with each thrust, the coil in your belly beginning to tighten again.

“I missed you,” you mumble against his mouth, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth. You squeeze around him at a particularly deep thrust, and he whimpers, 

“Do that again, and this will be over too quickly,” he warns you. He slips two fingers into his mouth, sucking on them gently, making a show of it before releasing them with a pop. A whine falls from your lips as he trails his wet fingers down your chest, your belly, finally slipping them between your legs. 

“Oh, f-fuck,” you press your forehead against his as he expertly swirls the pads of his fingers around your swollen clit, blood rushing to your center. “So good,” 

“Mhm,” he kisses you again, “let go, baby,” 

He fucks into you in earnest, rubbing your clit just the way you need, bringing you straight to the precipice once again. 

“I can’t, fuck,” your climax is approaching so quickly you can barely process it, 

“Yes, you can, I’m right behind you,” he reassures you, “come on, angel,” 

You come hard with a sob, tensing around him as he stills, spilling hot and fast inside of you. In between heaving breaths, you share desperate, passionate kisses with your boyfriend, your heart feeling the fullest it’s felt in weeks. You remain tangled with Wooyoung for a while, foreheads pressed together, kisses becoming softer and sweeter. 

He carefully slides out of you, resting your leg back on the mattress, and scooting up slightly to lay eye to eye with you.  

“Now what?” He kisses your hairline, rubbing the back of your neck just how you like. 

“Shower, please,” you nuzzle into his touch. Moments later, you’re under the hot spray of your shower head with your boyfriend.

“I think I really needed that,” you hand Wooyoung your shampoo, watching him squeeze a sizable dollop of it into his palm. 

“I know,” he snaps it closed and hands it back to you, “and I know you already know this – turn around, please,” you do as you’re told, smiling at his manners. “I know you already know this, but it’s okay to let go every once in a while, baby.” He lathers up your shampoo and starts gently rubbing it into the ends of your hair, working it up to your scalp, massaging it with his fingertips. “Work demands so much from you, but you can take a breath when you’re with me,” 

Your throat tightens. “I do know that,” you admit, “but, it’s just hard sometimes,” 

“Of course it is, it’s not a switch.” He pops the shower head off of its mount and starts rinsing the bubbles from your hair, gently running his fingers through to work out any tangles. “But when you don’t give yourself a chance to rest, to let someone else take care of you, you have weeks like this where you’re completely not yourself.” His voice softens on his last few words, like it’s been on his mind for some time and he’s finally found the right time to say it. He pops the shower head back on, then drops a soft kiss to your shoulder. 

You hope your tears blend in with the water already peppering your cheeks  as you turn back around to face your boyfriend. “I’m sorry, Youngie,” you sniffle, “I’m still figuring out how to balance everything,” 

He wipes a very obvious tear from your cheek. “You don’t have to apologize to me, I know how hard you’re working and how much it takes from you some weeks – conditioner please?” You crack another smile at his commitment to care for you even in the middle of an important conversation, handing over your conditioner. He pops it open, squeezes a little out, and hands the bottle back. He reaches around your head to rub the conditioner into your hair, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of your nose. “But I am here for you, I’m here to make life easier for you, you know I love to take care of you,” 

“I know, and I need to let you,” 

“You do.” A smug grin creeps across his mouth. “But I will always think you’re hot when you’re mad at me, so keep that in mind.” 

“Oh my god, Wooyoung,” you lightly smack his chest, feeling lighter now that his concerns are out in the open, and you know what you need to work on. “I will definitely keep that in mind,” you wrap your arms around his neck, admiring the softness of his eyes. 

“How do you want to spend the rest of our evening, my love?” He pulls you closer to him, under the warm stream. 

“I want to get into those matching pajamas you bought us last Christmas,” you kiss his right cheek, “make Chapagetti,” you kiss his left cheek, “and eat mint chocolate chip ice cream in bed.” You press a quick kiss to his lips.

“God, I am so in love with you,” he whispers. 

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[anxiouscherubs]

make me (teaser)

brattysub!wooyoung x softdom!fem!reader

i FINALLY have a free weekend so i’m hoping to have this posted tonight or tmrw !!!! here’s a lil teaser in the meantime ♡︎ xoxo

it's posted!!! here

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“Are you done giving me the silent treatment?” He whispers from behind you, startling you so badly that you drop a box of Pepero as you spin around to face him.

“God dammit, Wooyoung,” you run your hands through your hair in frustration as he drops to his knees in front of you to pick up the box.

“Ah, my favorite angle of you,” he looks up at you, his deep brown eyes twinkling under the warm lights of your kitchen.

“Is that why you scared me? So you’d have an excuse to get on your fucking knees in front of me?” You can feel your cheeks heating, both anger and lust pumping through your veins.

He beams at you, satisfied that you’re letting your resolve slip a bit. “I’d like to think I don’t need an excuse to get on my knees for you, baby.”

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SEE U LATER ♡︎

[anxiouscherubs]

Structural Testing

San x afab f!reader, plus-size/chubby!reader

friends to lovers, smut

MDNI, nsfw content ahead : oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, slight size kink ig?, riding, petname: baby

wc: ~3,2k

San shows up at your door just after 10pm, wearing that cocky half-smile that always means trouble.

“Hey,” he says, stepping inside like he owns the place. 

“Hi ?”

You arch a brow, tugging your oversized tee lower over your thighs. Even though he’s barged into your place like this more times than you can count, it still throws you off, especially on a Friday night, when he’s usually out with his group of friends. Which, of course, explains your glaring lack of pants and bra.

You close the door behind him with a thud. “Why aren’t you out? Don’t you usually spend Friday nights pretending you hate karaoke while singing your heart out to girl group songs?”

He shrugs, heading toward your couch like it’s his own too. “Took the night off. Needed a change of scenery.”

You squint at him, following him. “So you picked my place? Lucky me.”

He grins. “Don’t act like you’re not excited to see me.”

You scoff, “That depends. Are you here because you blew something up again?”

“Not this time, but can you help me with something?”

"This better not be about another one of your insane ramen recipes that had us on the toilet for hours. Or one of your genius ideas trying to make a sofa out of pool noodles."

He shrugs. “I mean… it’s an engineering project. If we can call it that.”

You snort, already suspicious. But you’re bored, and his stupid ideas are at least entertaining and clearly, you have nothing better to do.

"What's the plan this time, Bob the Builder? What do you need?”

“I need you to help me test the structure of my project.”

You frown. “How?”

“You just have to sit on it.”

You blink. “What, like, just sit? That’s it?”

“Yeah, I have to make sure it can handle a specific weight class.” He says it casually.

You cross your arms slowly. “Weight class.”

He clears his throat. “You know. Pressure. Load-bearing support.”

Your expression tightens, your voice a little flat. “So you want me to sit on your little model because I’m heavy?”

“No! I mean yes—I mean no, not like that! You’re just—you're curvy. Perfectly curvy. I need to see how it holds up under... real-world conditions.”

You narrow your eyes. “You are this close to getting kicked in the balls. Plus can’t you just ask one of your jacked friends? They’re probably as heavy as me.”

He laughs, too quick, too guilty. “No, I don’t want them. I want you to do it.”

He looks you up and down, just briefly, but not subtly. That gaze skims over your bare thighs and lingers a second too long. You feel it like static on your skin.

You roll your eyes and stare at him, “And if I don’t want to?”

Then you start walking to your room, thinking maybe putting on some more clothes wouldn’t be the worst idea. You don’t say anything, but you know he’s watching, you can feel it.

Behind you, you hear the couch creak as he gets up. “Wait! Where are you going?”

You don’t answer. Just keep walking. You step into your room, head straight for the closet.

Then you feel his hand, warm and familiar, settling on your hip. He leans in close, voice low and cocky at your ear.

“Come on, baby. Help me out. Just sit on it. For science.”

Against your better judgment, and maybe because the way he says “baby” makes your thighs clench, you turn around huffing and staring at him. “So where is your little project?”

“Right in front of you, actually,” he grins.

You glare. “What the hell are you talking about?”

His grin shifts, slow, wicked. He steps closer, closing the space between you, and leans down. His voice drops, low and husky, the kind that slides right down your spine.

“The project…” he murmurs, eyes locked on yours, “…is my face.”

You freeze.

His hands brush over your hips with slow, deliberate pressure. “I need to know if I can take the weight. If I can breathe under it. If I can make you come apart while sitting on my tongue.”

Heat slams through you so fast it makes your head spin.

“San,” you hiss, but it comes out more breathless than scolding.

He tilts his head, lips ghosting your ear. “So? Are you gonna help me with my project… or leave it untested?”

"You're not serious." You whisper trying to look him in the eyes.

"I'm very serious," he says, voice deep and calm. "This is for research."

"Research," you echo flatly.

He nods. "Thorough, physical, real-time data collection. Hands-on testing. Mouth-on, if we're being technical." He doesn't laugh. He just looks at you with that same calm, unwavering expression that somehow makes your knees feel unsteady.

"I’m dead serious," he repeats, voice low and steady. "'Been thinking about it for a while."

You snort, half deflection, half disbelief. "Right. Okay. And out of all the girls you could think about, you landed on me?"

He frowns slightly, head tilting like he can't understand why you're questioning it. "Yeah. You."

"San." You shift your weight, eyes narrowing. "I'm not exactly your type."

His gaze sharpens, "What the hell does that mean?"

You shrug, suddenly finding the floor very interesting. "You know what it means.”

He exhales sharply like you've said something ridiculous. "You really don't get it, do you?" You look up, startled by the edge in his voice.

"I want you," he says, each word deliberate, like he needs you to understand. "Not because I don’t have anyone else. Not because it’s convenient. Not because I'm bored. Because you're–" He falters for a second, "Because you're sexy. Because the way you move drives me crazy. Because I've imagined this more times than I'll admit."

Your lips part, breath caught in your throat. He leans in, his breath hot against your neck. "I know what I'm asking. I know exactly what I want. The question is..." His voice dips, husky. "Are you gonna let me show you how much?"

Your face is burning. "You actually want me to...?"

"I do," he says, eyes dark and steady. "I've been thinking about it. Dreaming about it, actually. You, on my face. All that gorgeous weight pressing down. You grinding on my tongue like you own me."

Your knees go weak, and you hate that he sees it. He smirks, but it's not the usual smugness. There's heat in it. Hunger. "Don't look at me like I'm crazy, baby. I want you. All of you. Every inch. Every curve."

Your heart thumps against your ribs. You cross your arms, uncertain. "You're just saying that because l'm-"

"Hot as fuck?" he interrupts.

“I want you. I want your thighs to suffocate me. Hips that could crush my jaw. I want to feel the weight of you losing control on top of me."

You swallow hard. His eyes flicker to your lips.

"I want to be smothered in your heat. I want to taste how worked up I make you. And I want you to use me for it."

He drops to his knees, eyes never leaving yours, and reaches for you, warm hands gliding up the backs of your thighs. "Let me show you. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. But if you want to..." he breathes in. 

"I’ll worship you."

Your pulse pounds. Every nerve ending is screaming yes, even if your brain hasn't caught up yet.

You exhale shakily. "You better not be messing with me."

He kisses the inside of your thigh, and whispers, "Mess with you? Baby, I want to wreck you."

His fingers gently tugging at the elastic of your panties, his eyes bore into yours, "Can I?" He whispers.

You nod, your breath catching in your throat as you anticipate his next move.

“Use your words baby.” He smirks, his fingers stilling their ministrations as he waits for you to speak.

"Please," you manage to choke out between breaths, your body already trembling under his touch.

He grins, his eyes locked on yours as he whispers, "Please what, baby?". His finger tracing circles on your thigh as he waits patiently for you to speak.

"Use your words baby," he repeats, his voice low and sensual. "Tell me what you want."

You take a deep breath, “You” you manage to say your voice trembling, “I want you”.

He finally pulls your panties down gently and moves up your body, his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin as he makes his way up your thighs. He takes his time, savoring every inch of you as he moves higher and higher. His hands tracing gentle patterns on your hips, he whispers, "You're so beautiful," his voice low and rough. He looks up at you, his eyes roaming over your body appreciatively before his lips find your hip. He kisses first then bites gently, his teeth scraping against your sensitive skin. He smirks as he feels you shiver, his fingers still tracing patterns on your hips.

"So responsive," he murmurs. "I love how you react to my touch."

Then he gets up and lies on your bed, "Come on. Sit. I told you I need to test the load-bearing capabilities of my face."

"You're ridiculous."

"I'm desperate," he counters.

You start walking slowly towards him and he pulls you to bed so you straddle him carefully, knees on either side of his head, hovering just above his mouth. San looks up at you like you're a fucking goddess. "Come on," he murmurs, voice gravel thick. "Sit. Let me feel you."

You hesitate a beat longer, then lower yourself onto him. His hands grip your ass, pulling you down against his mouth,

“I'll crush you" you say, worried.

"Promise?" he grins. His breath fans against your core and your hips jerk at the sensation. The second your heat meets his mouth, everything else disappears. Every worry, every second guessing. His tongue parts you, slow and sure, and he groans. You gasp, instinctively grabbing a fistful of his hair as his tongue drags up your slit and circles your clit, deliberate and focused. You rock your hips, and he moans underneath you, gripping your thighs and pulling you down harder, his tongue reaching deeper.

"Fuck, San," you breathe, voice trembling.

He pulls back for a split second just enough to say, "That's it, baby. Use me. Ride it."

You move against his mouth, chasing the pleasure, grinding slow and deep, bracing yourself on your bed’s headboard as his tongue drags slow, wet circles over your clit, then dips down, teasing your entrance before coming back up to suck hard. Your thighs tremble, but his grip holds you steady, firm, worshipful. You continue rolling your hips, chasing the pressure, the friction, and San’s tongue flicking harder, faster, until your moans turn desperate, broken.

"I'm—fuck—I'm gonna—"

He growls against your clit and you shatter, thighs trembling, cry catching in your throat as you come on his face. You don't even realize you're still grinding against him until he starts licking you through it, chasing every aftershock like he can't stop.

Finally, you collapse forward, chest heaving.

The afterglow is still clinging to your skin like sweat when you manage to crawl off of San entirely and flop beside him, both a mess and breathing hard. He looks wrecked. Wet mouth, flushed skin, eyes glassy and dazed.

"Holy shit," you breathe.

San just grins, voice ragged. "Still think I was joking?"

You’re still trying to catch your breath when— "Ready for the next testing phase?" he murmurs.

You blink, still a little wrecked. "Excuse me?" He props himself up on an elbow, that familiar troublemaker glint back in his eyes. "Next project has to do with... vertical load capacity."

You snort. "You're making this up."

"I'm adapting," he says, crawling on top of you with that stupidly hot, slow-motion roll of his hips. "We've established my face is fully weight-bearing. Now I need to check if my back and thighs can handle... a sustained, rhythmic load."

Your legs instinctively tighten around his waist. "You mean you want me to ride you."

"I want you to use me," he says, breath ghosting across your lips. "To see how long I can last. How deep you can take it. How hard you can work me."

He presses his hips forward just enough to make you feel that he's very ready for that kind of testing. Your brain short-circuits as you hold back a moan. "You're insane."

He kisses your neck. "I'm inspired."

He gets off of you and stands next to your bed and starts taking off his tank top, sweatpants, and boxer, and—fuck, he's hard and already leaking for you. "Geez," you mutter, not even hiding the way your thighs clench. "You were this worked up the whole time?"

He grins through gritted teeth. "Baby, you sat on my face. Of course, I was."

Then he sits against your headboard and pats his thighs “Come on baby and take that shirt off”.

You do as he says and crawl to him to straddle him, his hands splay wide on your hips, thumbs stroking your skin. "You comfortable?"

"Not yet," you whisper, and shift your hips, accidentally brushing over his dick, he shudders and groans.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Yeah, baby more than okay, go on” he whispers.

You line him up, still slick from his mouth, and he sucks in a sharp breath as the head of his cock catches at your entrance. You pause...

He looks up at you with dark, reverent eyes. "Go on."

You sink down slowly, inch by inch, feeling every stretch, every throb, every beautiful ache as he fills you. His head drops back, a guttural moan escaping his throat.

"Fucking hell," he groans. "You feel like a dream."

You start to move slowly at first, just rocking your hips, letting yourself adjust but San's grip tightens like he's trying not to thrust up into you like an animal. He looks up, flushed, sweat beading at his hairline. "You're so tight. So warm. I—shit, I'm trying to last, but you're squeezing me like—" You roll your hips hard and he gasps.

"Fuck! Okay okay. New test parameters: don't make me come in sixty seconds."

You smirk. "That doesn’t sound very engineering of you."

He laughs through a groan. "You're evil, goddess-level evil. And hot as fuck"

You start riding him slow but deep, each thrust pressing him all the way inside you. The angle, the tension, and the way he keeps praising you through clenched teeth all build too fast.

"You're doing so good," he pants, hands sliding up to your waist, your ribs, your breasts. "God, I love your body. I love how you feel. I love the way you ride."

You brace yourself against his shoulders and pick up the pace, bouncing on him now. His head tilts back, eyes rolling as he groans your name.

"Look at you," he moans. "Taking everything. Using me. Fuck—ruining me."

He's close. You're close. He wraps his arms around you and thrusts up into you once, hard, hitting that perfect spot, and you cry out, unraveling around him. You clench so hard he swears, biting into your shoulder as he spills into you with a groan. You collapse against him, panting, his arms holding you tight like you might disappear. After a long pause, “Projects structurally compromised by very sexy goddess," he murmurs against your neck and starts petting your hair.

You snort. “You and your crazy projects…”

“They’re driving you crazy huh?”

…

You're still curled on top of him minutes later, skin sticking slightly where sweat meets skin, but neither of you moves. San's heartbeat is still fast beneath your ear, his hands lazily stroking your back 

"So," you mumble, eyes half-lidded, "what's your next fake engineering project?"

He hums. "Hm... Might do a deep dive into internal structural flexing. See how your body adjusts to different speeds, angles, and pressures." You groan into his chest. "That's not engineering. That's porn."

He grins. "Always was, call me a creative consultant for adult infrastructure."

You swat him lightly, but he catches your hand and kisses your knuckles.

Then, softer "No, seriously... I want to test every part of you. Every reaction. Every sound. Every place that makes you melt."

You look up and find him watching you.

"I meant what I said earlier," he murmurs, voice a low rumble. "I love your body. Your curves. I love how you feel. And most importantly I love you.”

You bite your lip. Then open your mouth—

"I'm not just attracted to you, I crave you," he says, voice low but sure. "The softness of your thighs, the way your hips move when you're on top of me, it drives me insane. But it's more than that. It's the way you laugh when you're tired. The way you always know when something's off, even when I try to hide it. When you're with me, I feel seen, like I’m not just a man but your man. Being with you, it’s not just hot. It’s home.”

You blink fast, heart catching in your throat, not used to this kind of worship. "You're gonna make me cry," you whisper, voice shaky. Then, after a beat. "And not even in the hot way."

"I only want to make you cry in the hot way," he teases gently, brushing a thumb over your cheek. "That would be one of my projects too if you’d like."

You shake your head and hide your burning face in his neck. He chuckles, arms wrapping around you tighter.

"You okay?"

You nod. "Better than okay. I love you too”

He kisses you softly and gets up holding his hand out to you. “Let’s get us cleaned up now baby”

…

In the shower, while his fingers work gently through your hair, massaging in the shampoo, he leans down and murmurs, "What I said earlier about making you cry in a hot way... been thinking about that. Thoughts?"

You smirk, eyes still closed. "Oh, I mean... we can definitely try."

"Good," he says, his voice dropping. "Because I've been holding back."

Your eyes snap open, head tilting up toward him.

"You were holding back?"

"Oh yeah," he says, pure sin on his face. "You were still coherent. That's unacceptable."

You stare at him and he shrugs. "Next round, I want you drooling. Barely able to talk. Sobbing a little, maybe."

"San."

"I want to fuck you against a wall. On the kitchen counter. In the shower. Hell, on top of the washing machine during spin cycle, call it vibration analysis."

You laugh half turned on, half exasperated, and nudge him playfully under the stream of water.

"You're insane."

He grins and presses a kiss to your temple. "Only for you."

You finish rinsing off, the heat of the shower is nothing compared to the warmth between you. And later, clean and tangled in soft sheets, you fall asleep in his arms, still smiling, safe, fulfilled, and finally his.

a/n : that's so dumb but this is what inspired this fic plus this comment 🥴

+ the video says architecture project but I got so confused I was like isn’t it engineering so I went with it the whole fic but if that’s wrong I’ll change it I I’m just so confused and dumb

[anxiouscherubs]

i have been so out of it lately i didn't even realize i have 230 followers on here now !!! so crazy. i cant wait to have some more free time soon so i can put a few more things out (: my free time will finally be all mine again in a month or so !!! i just started a lil sannie wip that im super excited about. hope everyone is enjoying spring and staying healthy ! ♡︎ xoxo -cher

[anxiouscherubs]

hey so this is haunting me and i cannot stop thinking abt him.

Him being the type to use his tongue first...

[anxiouscherubs]

starting to think about the plot of part 2 to this and i am SO excited. this yungi is everything to me and i can’t wait to start writing them again and explore their relationship with reader🩷

light me up

✦ summary: the one where you run into yungi at the hotel bar the night before the concert and they can’t get enough of you.

✦ warnings/tags: MDNI! 18+, explicit, smut, oral sex (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), threesome, light spanking, light choking, praise kink if you squint, fingering, cream pie, unprotected sex, mingi is feral, yungi are freaks in the sheets but gentle and tender in the streets, reader is plus size and a lil self conscious about it and the boys are having NONE of that, they worship her

✦ pairing: idol!yunho x fem!plussize!reader x idol!mingi

✦ author’s note: this is my first fic so be nice to me please ♡

✦ word count: 15.2k

✦ read it on ao3: here

✦ playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3SDeSRMgtavTq2vbEm9DWC?si=oQIeS5MCSZunY4toTqZ4gw&pi=u-f9-yNFHlR-Gq

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“Mom, it’s beautiful. Thank you again for helping me stay here.”

Your mom is on speakerphone as you unpack your suitcase in a hotel room you could never afford to book for yourself. She always asks you to call her when you’ve made it to your destination, whether it’s just up the street or across the continent. You look around at the forest green walls and plush, intricate cream colored carpet. Walking over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, you pull back the lacy beige curtains to look down at the city below you.

“Of course, sweetie. Those points were just collecting dust, so I figured I should let someone put them to good use.” Your mom chuckles and lets out a soft sigh. She doesn’t travel often, but she’s very savvy with her credit cards to save up points for you to use on occasion.

“I appreciate it momma, this place just feels way too nice for me to be allowed to stay here,” you laugh as you carry your toiletry bag and bath sheet to the bathroom. Hotel towels are never big enough for you, so you’ve started bringing your own.

If the expensive artwork that adorned the lobby walls wasn’t enough to make you feel out of place, the crystal water glasses on the marble bathroom counter sure were. The whole hotel has a dark elegant aesthetic that you find absolutely breathtaking.

“You’ve been working hard lately, y/n. You deserve a break! I know it’s been a while since you’ve been able to take time off,” your mom reminds you.

You take a deep breath as you head back into the main room, recalling the frustrating conversation with your boss that led to you being able to be here. Work has felt impossible lately given how understaffed the office has been, and you practically had to beg for a few days off. She reluctantly agreed as long as you put in a few hours of overtime when you returned. You complied with zero hesitation— you’d do anything to make it to the concert.

“You’re right, I know. I’ll definitely be making the most of my time out of the office.” You wait for your mom’s reply as you start pulling clothes out of your open suitcase. After another beat of silence, she takes a deep breath.

“Be safe, honey. You know how I feel about you traveling alone.” You can hear her nerves through the phone. She’s such a worrier.

Putting your folded clothes in one of the ornate dresser drawers, you attempt to reassure her. “I know mom, I know. I’ll be meeting up with some friends tomorrow so I’ll be in good company. I’ll send lots of pictures, and you have my location.”

��Okay, okay. You’re right. You’re a big girl, I know you can take care of yourself.” She chuckles at herself for being so overbearing. “Have fun, honey. I can’t wait to see pictures.”

“I’ll send you so many pictures, you’ll regret asking for some,” you laugh as you zipped up your empty suitcase to stash it in the closet.

After finishing up your phone call, you head for the bathroom to wash your face. Feeling tired after the long drive, you need a quick refresh before settling in for the evening. You woke up before sunrise to drive here, so a nap may be in order.

Once you’ve sufficiently dried your face with a towel that probably costs more than your face wash, you waltz over to your king sized bed and flop down belly first. Your eyes feel heavy as you let your body relax for what feels like the first time in weeks. You have a long weekend ahead of you, with two nights in a row of seeing your favorite boys, so you should rest while you can. You let your limbs sink into the plush mattress and allow yourself to drift off. Just a short nap, and then you’ll go get some dinner downstairs.

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You wake with a jolt as your subconscious reminds you that you forgot to set an alarm. You frantically reach for your phone to check the time, letting out a deep sigh of relief when you see you’ve only slept an hour. You roll onto your back, dropping your phone next to you and rubbing your face in an attempt to get your body to catch up with your brain. Once your heart rate settles a bit you sit up in your still-made bed.

As you lay atop the fluffy comforter, your groggy mind wanders to the events of tomorrow. You run through your plans for the day, starting with brunch down the street with some friends you’ve made online. You haven’t seen them since the last tour, and you know it’ll be a tearful reunion. Having long distance internet friends is tough, but the time you get to spend together makes up for it, no matter how infrequent.

After brunch, you’ll all be heading to the venue. Following the pre-show excitement outside the venue, it’ll be time to line up for soundcheck. It’ll be your first time experiencing soundcheck for Ateez, and the thought of being so close to the members causes a familiar unnerve to settle in the pit of your stomach.

Butterflies. Every “concert eve” you have unstoppable butterflies in your stomach. The thrill of seeing your favorite boys onstage never fails to give you a physical reaction. You have been loving Ateez for years now and have seen them in concert a handful of times, but that same feeling creeps up on you the night before without fail.

Amidst the butterflies, you feel a deep rumbling in your stomach. You realize you haven’t eaten since you stopped to use the bathroom at a thruway rest stop. Hopping out of bed, you go to your dresser to grab your go-to black loungewear set and throw it on. High waisted sweatpants that accentuate your waist, and a matching crop top. You head over to the dark wooden vanity and plop down in one of the plush armchairs accompanying it to tidy up your hair. The massive ornate mirror gives you the perfect spot to get ready.

As you reach up to tame your bedhead, your shirt creeps up a tiny bit, exposing your belly. You eye the way it pokes out over the waistband, but try to brush off the self consciousness creeping up. It’s best to shut those thoughts down now before you let them win and just order room service. Once you’re happy with the way your hair is framing your face, you get away from the mirror before it makes you alter your plans for the evening.

Surely treating yourself to a fancy dinner and a few drinks at the hotel bar will settle your nerves about tomorrow.

Or so you thought.

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Two glasses of white wine and a plate full of pasta later, you find yourself ogling at the crystal chandeliers hanging above the bar. You make a mental note to do something special for your mom as a thank you. You adjust in the velvet barstool that is way too small for your ass, trying to get the bartender's attention to order another glass of wine. A faintly familiar laugh ghosts past your ears, but you brush it off and continue your attempt to make eye contact with the bartender. Who would you possibly see here that you knew anyway? All your friends were staying at a hotel much closer to the concert venue.

Finally, the bartender’s eyes connect with yours, lighting up in recognition that you may need to add another drink to your tab. A heavy pour of pinot grigio later, she’s trotting off to the next guest. Taking a long sip of your wine, you hear another familiar laugh from the other end of the bar. Different from the last one, but still familiar. Letting your curiosity get the best of you, you glance down the bar to find the source of the warm laughter.

By some devastating stroke of fate, he looks at you the moment you look at him. As soon as your eyes meet his, your heart stops in your chest. You can feel the blood rush to your cheeks, and your hearing gets fuzzy. All the bar patrons chatting around you suddenly sound like they’re talking underwater. Everyone else in the room seems to fade away, and it feels as though it’s only you and him. You feel a thudding pulse in your chest as your heart jumps back to life.

His dark eyes shine with a mischievous glint as they refuse to leave yours. Your breath hitches in your chest when he smiles at you. You turn back to your wine in an attempt to hide the bright red cheeks you’re surely sporting. The sounds of the bar come rushing back into your ears and hit you like a freight train. The music, the chatter, the clinking of glasses are deafening as your rationality claws its way to the forefront of your brain. You down a sizable gulp of your drink, feeling your cheeks heat even more.

Absolutely not. No way. No chance in hell. Your mind is running a mile a minute trying to come up with any excuse as to who you think you just saw. How could you have ended up at the same hotel as them? You thought surely they’d stay somewhere even farther from the venue to avoid running into fans. It must just be some other devilishly handsome Korean man with the warmest smile you’ve ever laid eyes on. Just a coincidence, for sure. You brush away the unruly hair that’s fallen in your face before turning to sneak another look.

Staring right back at you with a knowing grin is none other than Jeong Yunho himself. In your starstruck stupor you failed to notice the equally tall, broad shouldered blond man whom you realize was the owner of the second familiar laugh you heard. Yunho must’ve drawn his attention to you after your little staring contest, inspiring him to start one of his own. Song Mingi’s dark brown eyes burn into yours, sporting the same smirk as his best friend.

They both look devastatingly gorgeous. Barefaced, wearing oversized t-shirts and sweatpants, and they still look ethereal. Mingi has thin, black framed glasses perched on his slender nose. Yunho’s damp, dark hair peeks out from under a baseball cap. Seeing them stripped of anything that identifies them as idols makes your heart lurch. They look so… real.

You suddenly wish you put a little more effort into your solo dining outfit, feeling hyper aware of the way your midriff is showing again. You tug your shirt down a bit, adjusting in your seat to hide your body as best you can.

You take a sharp inhale as you realize how long your eyes have lingered on your two favorite idols. You turn back to face the bar, frantically searching for the bartender despite your half full glass of wine. After you close your tab, you can retreat back into your oversized hotel bed and pretend this never happened. Feeling their eyes burning into the back of your head and hearing their familiar voices quietly murmuring, you know that they know you recognized them. You’re sure they’re talking about wanting to enjoy their evening without the prying eyes of a fan — not that your eyes were the ones prying.

You let your mind wander after your third failed attempt to flag down the bartender. The way they were looking at you was not out of annoyance… but intrigue. Is it possible that they’re interested in you? Was Yunho’s knowing look not recognition of you as a fan, but something more flirtatious? That would be insane… Right?

Curiosity killed the cat.

You take a deep breath and turn to face them once again, puffing your chest out to feign more confidence than you’re feeling. Before you can even process that they were already walking towards you when you spun your barstool in their direction, Yunho is sitting to your left and Mingi on your right. They both synchronously set their whisky glasses on the bar.

“…Hi.” You manage to squeak out a quiet greeting.

You feel yourself shrinking between them as they look at you in silence. They’re so big.

Despite how fondly they’re looking at you, the back of your mind is screaming at you that you’re encroaching on their evening. You should go back to your room to give them privacy.

You nervously glance between the two men before letting all your thoughts out. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by looking at you for so long, um, I-I’m sure the last thing you two want the night before a concert is a fan ogling at you from across the bar.” As you look to Yunho, you miss the way Mingi admires how well your round hips fill out your black sweatpants. The way your top rides up exposes a teasing glimpse of your skin, and he wonders if you feel as soft as you look.

Still oblivious, you continue your rambling. “As soon as I can close my tab,” Mingi drags his gaze from your exposed skin to your eyes as you turn to him, “I’ll get out of your hair so you guys can enjoy the rest of your evening.” As you hopelessly attempt for the fourth time to get the bartender's attention, Yunho kicks Mingi in the shin behind your barstool for looking at you like he wants to swallow you whole. He shoots him a glare that screams: Be a gentleman. Mingi chuckles lowly at his friend's silent warning and takes a sip of his whisky.

The bartender finally turns in your direction. Your hand is about to shoot up to flag her down, but you’re stopped dead in your tracks by the low timbre of Yunho’s voice.

“What if we don’t want you to leave?”

You turn to him in disbelief. Before you can stop yourself, the words leave your lips. “You want me to stay?”

All your life, you’ve been the chubby girl who shies away from attention. Not that attention was often given to you, but when it was, it was hardly positive. You’ve slowly become more and more comfortable in your body, learning to dress in ways that you feel accentuate your curves rather than hide them. It’s easy to momentarily retreat back into the mindset of the little girl who was surrounded by judgment and diet culture. Now is one of those moments.

As if he could hear your thoughts, Mingi chimes in from behind you, his voice lower than Yunho’s. He feels closer to you than he was a moment ago, his scent of sage and jasmine mixed with the whisky on his breath intoxicating you. “What’s wrong with wanting to spend time with a pretty girl?” His deep voice sends a chill down your spine, and a familiar pool of warmth settles in the pit of your stomach. Get it together y/n, Song Mingi just called you pretty, what’s the big deal?

Noticing the reaction Mingi’s compliment elicited from you, Yunho realizes he needs to ground you so they can get a concrete answer to their proposal. The last thing he wants is a hazy agreement clouded by alcohol and attraction.

“What’s your name, doll?” He asks. Your heart skips at the pet name, but you try to keep your reaction internal.

“Y/n.” Your voice comes out barely above a whisper. Yunho chuckles at your shyness.

“Well, y/n, given how desperately you’ve been trying to get away from us, it’s clear that you respect our privacy. We’re not bothered by your presence in the slightest, in fact it’s quite the opposite.” Yunho smiles softly as he expresses his gratitude. You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks again at his recognition of your attempted escape. “Can we buy you a drink? If you still want to run away afterwards, we’ll help you lace up your shoes.”

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Three rounds of drinks and two hours later, you find yourself laughing in a corner booth listening to Yunho and Mingi poke fun at their leader. The bar has cleared out, leaving you three and one other table.

“I can’t believe he already lost the team ring,” Yunho chokes out between giggles. His cheeks are flushed from his third glass of whisky, eyes shining at the server as he places down a fourth.

“How many pairs of Airpods has he gone through? I don’t know why he thought he could keep track of an expensive piece of jewelry.” Mingi rolls his eyes and chuckles thinking about Hongjoong’s complicated history with headphones.

“Be nice, he bought you guys those rings didn’t he?” You wipe the tears from your eyes after finally catching your breath. Hearing them so freely joke about their leader’s habit of losing things has left you in stitches. After a quick sip of the whisky that Mingi talked you into trying, you continue. “The least you can do is all pitch in to buy him a replacement.”

Yunho laughs at your suggestion, placing his glass down next to yours. “You don’t have to defend him, y/n.” He takes your hand in his, and you try not to make it obvious how the size difference affects you. “Even if we did get him a new one, who’s to say he won’t lose that one too?”

He absentmindedly rubs his large thumb across the back of your hand. You softly clear your throat in an attempt to silence the fangirl screaming in your head that he’s touching you.

Yunho must’ve mistook your response for discomfort and he pulls his hand away. The last thing he wants is to make you uneasy. If he only knew. You almost let out a whine at the loss of contact, but reel it in before it’s too late. Be cool, y/n.

Mingi picks up on your inner dialogue and wants nothing more than to resolve the tension. Yunho may not notice it, but Mingi sees the way your breath hitches whenever one of them gets close to you. He saw the way heat rushed to your cheeks when Yunho complimented the color of your eyes. He noticed how shy you became when he caught your gaze lingering on his lips. He even picked up on the curious challenge in your eyes when you caught him looking at the strip of skin between your top and the waistband of your sweatpants that he just can’t get enough of.

He sees that glimmer of confidence trying to shine through. He knows you can be bold, but he may need to force it out of you.

“It’s getting awfully late Yuyu, don’t you think?” Yunho looks at Mingi, his gaze laced with confusion. Your heart rate quickens at the thought of your evening coming to an end.

“Mingi, it’s 9:30.” Yunho looks at his friend quizzically, not understanding where he’s going with this. Mingi can tell if you don’t stop the night from ending early, Yunho will. Yunho wants you just as bad as Mingi does.

“Right, but we have a long day tomorrow. Don’t you think we should turn in soon?” Mingi side eyes you, but your nervous gaze lands on Yunho, awaiting his response. When his answer is just another confused look in Mingi’s direction, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

“Actually…” you take a deep breath. You fail to notice the way the corner of Mingi’s mouth quirks up, as if he already knows what’s coming. “I was going to offer up a few bottles of soju I have in my room? I brought them for my friends and I for tomorrow, but I can always grab more at the liquor store down the street. I feel like I owe you guys for the last few rounds anyway.” You swirl your big ice cube around your glass, watching it melt into your drink as you avoid eye contact with the men staring back at you.

There she is. Mingi gleams with pride as he waits for Yunho to catch up. After a beat of silence, Mingi hears a soft sigh of realization from Yunho, followed by a subtle under-the-table high five. They’re going to love playing with you.

“We would love that,” Yunho says with a mischievous smile.

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It’s endearing to Yunho and Mingi how palpably nervous you are. You used up all of your courage to ask them up to your room, and you’ve retreated once again into your overthinking mind. You’re perched cautiously on the edge of your large bed, that earlier felt so safe to you. Bouncing your leg and staring at the floor, you’re wondering if the impulsive invitation you extended was the right decision. If you would just look up from the elegant detailing of the carpeting, you’d see how softly they were admiring you. Mingi can’t keep his eyes off of your plump thighs, imagining how they would feel on either side of his —

“Y/n, can I get you a drink?” Yunho asks, interrupting Mingi’s thoughts. Mingi burns a hole in Yunho’s cheek before turning to you, softening his gaze and awaiting your reply. They're sitting in the two lush armchairs accompanying the vanity, having turned them around to face you. Mingi’s legs are crossed, his cheeks are flushed, and his glasses are pushed up into his spiky blond hair. He’s gently gripping the arms of his chair, fiddling with a button fastened to the fabric, resisting the urge to show you how much he wants you right then and there.

Yunho’s legs are spread wide, and he’s perched up on his elbows, resting them on his knees. He’s taken his hat off, leaving it on your vanity. His dark hair loosely hangs over his forehead. “It feels odd to ask you that in your own hotel room,” he chuckles, finally getting you to look him in the eyes. Mingi looks you up and down with an unreadable smirk and bated breath.

“Yes please,” you replied softly, giving him a shy smile.

“You got it, where’s the soju?” Yunho replies, sitting up in his chair to over exaggerate his curious glance around the room.

“In the mini fridge,” you point down the hallway toward the bathroom, “it’s tucked away in the closet by the front door.” Before you can finish your sentence, he’s up and moving down the hallway.

In his absence, you glance at the big mirror propped on the vanity behind Mingi. Unbeknownst to you, you’re both looking where your crop top has shifted up once again and having very different thoughts on your bare stomach. Mingi wants to see more of you, yet you can’t look at it another second, pulling your top down to meet your waistband. It creeps up slowly again, a deep sigh of defeat leaving your lips.

Mingi feels your insecurity radiating off of you, seeing the way your brow furrows at yourself in the mirror. If only you saw what he and Yunho did.

He clears his throat, “y/n,” he says softly,

“Hm?” Your gaze softens as you look to him, immediately taken aback by the sheer adoration in his eyes, and you realize he was just watching you that whole time.

He chuckles at your realization, “you look incredible in that outfit,” he says, looking you up and down with a grin.

You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks “Mingi, I —“

The sound of rustling and clinking from down the hallway grabs both of your attention. Yunho reappears, balancing two bottles of soju and three crystal glasses in his large hands. “I missed my calling as a server,” he laughs, handing you and Mingi each a glass and cracking open the first bottle. In the silence he can sense your nerves and Mingi’s eagerness, wholly unaware of the interaction the two of you just had.

“Y/n, I can feel you thinking. Can I speak freely?” He tilts his head at you like a puppy, a look of genuine concern in his eyes. His sudden change in demeanor takes you by surprise.

“Of course, Yunho,” you reply, trying to put on a brave face.

“You have no reason to be so nervous with us,” Yunho starts, “we wouldn’t have spent the last few hours with you if we didn’t want to. We’ve had a lot of fun with you tonight, and we said yes to coming up here so we could continue to get to know you better, not just to be nice,” he says, as if he had read your mind. He pours a bit of soju into your glass, then Mingi’s, then his. The silence is palpable as you wait to see if he has more to say, Mingi not giving any non verbal clues as to how he’s feeling. He looks like he wants to say something but decides not to, letting his friend take the lead.

Yunho places his soju down on the vanity and walks over to you, squatting down to meet your eyes. The close proximity makes your cheeks warm, only worsening when he plants his hands next to your hips on the mattress, his thumbs grazing you. He smells like citrus and leather. “If you’re uncomfortable and want us to leave, we will. If not, we’d like to,” he glances at Mingi, who gives him a small nod, then back to you, “enjoy our night together.”

His eyes search yours, and you wonder if he can hear your chest thudding at the implications. They like you. You don’t know if it’s Yunho’s heady scent or the way Mingi can’t look away from your exposed belly, but something compels you to finally let go of all the negativity that has been plaguing your brain all evening.

“Yes, please,” you sigh, suddenly breathless. Yunho glances down at your lips, then back to your eyes, inching closer to you. You feel dizzy being this close to him, the sudden onset of lust in his eyes making your head spin. Now that he knows you want him too, he’s not ashamed to let his intentions show.

Mingi stands up from behind Yunho, clearing his throat, effectively shaking you and Yunho out of your desire-fueled gaze. He picks up both of their glasses of soju, passing Yunho’s to him.

“Cheers,” he says, “to our paths crossing tonight.” He looks expectantly to the two of you, spurring both of you to stand up and raise your glasses. “Cheers,” you and Yunho say almost in unison, giddily clinking your glasses with Mingi’s and downing your drinks. You feel your face warming up as the alcohol burns its way down your throat, the tension in your muscles dissipating.

“Do your cheeks always get so flushed when you drink?” Yunho asks, a fond smile dancing across his lips. You laugh, walking to your bedside table to set your glass down. “Unfortunately, yes,” you say as you turn back toward him, your heart swelling at him noticing such a small detail about you.

“Cute,” he comments, stepping toward you and brushing a stray piece of hair out of your face. Your breath quickens at the compliment, his thumb gently caressing your cheek as you look eagerly into his warm brown eyes.

“I think she liked that,” you glance over Yunho’s shoulder to see Mingi grinning at your reaction. He takes the glasses off of his head to set them on the vanity. “Give her another compliment,” he says, stepping around Yunho to brush the hair off of your shoulder, exposing the column of your neck, “I don’t think she gets them enough.”

”Is that right, doll?” Yunho asks, his fingers ghosting down your neck to fiddle with your necklace, the pet name he used with you earlier in the evening sending a rush of wetness straight to your core. You nod, lips parted and breathing heavily. Your body feels like it’s on fire.

“If it’s compliments you want, it’s compliments you’ll get,” Yunho releases the chain around your neck and steps behind you, gently placing one of his large hands on your exposed waist. “You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen,” he teases, softly squeezing your supple skin before sliding his hand around to your belly and pulling you in flush to his chest. You let out a breathless laugh, putting your hand over his and threading your fingers together. You tilt your head to the side to lean into him, desperately wanting his mouth on your neck.

“How’re you feeling?” Mingi approaches you, softly taking your other hand in his, caressing it with his thumb. Yunho’s grip loosens on your belly, but you lean into him so he knows not to let go. You hear a soft chuckle of understanding from behind you.

“We aren’t misreading things, are we?” Mingi looks at you, a hint of cautious concern lingering under his lust blown gaze.

“Absolutely not,” you say, gripping his hand and pulling him closer to you.

After a beat of heavy breathing and searching eyes, you throw caution to the wind and let go of Mingi’s hand to bring yours up to his face, gently threading your fingers into his hair. He leans into your hand, letting his eyes close as he relishes in your touch. He lets out a breathy moan, letting his mouth hang open.

“We’re so glad we found you,” Yunho says, almost in a whisper against the shell of your ear, his hot breath down your neck causing your body to shiver in anticipation. Mingi nods in agreement into your palm, opening his eyes to get a good look at you.

“You are breathtaking,” Mingi gingerly wraps his hand around the back of your neck and you wish for a moment that he would stop being so gentle with you. “Y/n, please,” his breath heaving, “can I kiss you?” The desperation in his voice almost makes your knees give out.

You let out a giggle mixed with a sigh of relief, “I was thinking I’d have to start begging you,” you lean closer to him waiting for him to make his move. The image of you on your knees for him flashes through Mingi’s mind, pushing him over the edge as he crashes his lips into yours.

The hand on the back of your neck threads up into your hair as he presses further into your mouth, parting your lips with his tongue. You invite him in with a whine, gripping his hair to pull him closer. You feel crowded between the two of them, Mingi pushing you further back into Yunho. Yunho inhales sharply at the feeling of you pressed against him, letting out a low groan into your ear. Mingi coasts his large palm up to your waist as he explores your mouth, finally able to feel the skin of your tummy he had been fixated on all night. His fingers dance along your exposed belly, and he savors how soft you feel.

“Touch me Min, please,” you sigh, pushing your ass further back into Yunho. You feel him getting harder with each pulse of contact, and the thought of him getting hard for you has your mind reeling.

“You sound so pretty when you’re needy,” Mingi whispers, kissing down your jawline and settling on your neck. His hand creeps up underneath the thin fabric of your shirt as he ghosts his fingers along the underside of your bra. “Ask him again, sweetheart,” Yunho sighs behind you, you can feel Mingi smiling as he nips and sucks on your throat.

“Mingi, please —“ your words stop in your throat as Yunho’s hot mouth descends on the other side of your neck. You moan softly, reaching for both of them. They’re driving you insane — you want more, you want them closer, you need to feel their skin on yours.

”Have something to say, doll?” Yunho teases, sucking at the skin just below your ear, releasing with a pop and planting a kiss to your hair.

“I need someone to touch me right now or I’m gonna scream,” you whine, pressing your ass into Yunho and your chest toward Mingi, clinging to them like your life depends on it. You feel them everywhere but still not where you need them most. The deep pulsing in your core gets more and more intense with every kiss, lick, and frantic touch. “Please —“ you groan at a particularly sharp nip at your neck, followed by Mingi’s hot wet tongue to soothe you, “please, fuck, I need you,”

“I’m gonna need you to be a little more specific baby,” Mingi whispers, “need me where?” He pauses his assault on your neck to shift his hand to cup one of your breasts. “Here?” Your head knocks back into the firm plane of Yunho’s chest.

“Or here?” Yunho asks, snaking his hand down to cup your heat, a whine leaving your lips.

“Anywhere, everywhere,” you pant, attempting to spread your legs to give Yunho better access. He pushes the heel of his hand down firmly on your pubic bone, drawing a whine up your throat. Mingi chuckles at your desperate mewls and it suddenly feels impossibly hot in your hotel room. “I want you to take my clothes off,” you sigh, running one hand up Mingi’s chest and the other around the back of Yunho’s neck, “and I want to feel your hands on every inch of my body.”

You turn your head to look up to Yunho, and he finally presses his lips to yours ever so gently. “There she is,” he smirks, sighing into your mouth as his tongue pokes out to swipe across your bottom lip.

“Anything for you, baby,” Mingi resumes his attack on your neck, and in a sea of sloppy kisses, whiny moans, and wandering hands, one of your lovers manages to pull your shirt up and off over your head. Yunho spins you around to face him, never breaking the kiss. You feel Mingi blindly fumbling with the clasp on your bra, finally freeing your breasts from their confines.

Yunho’s lips leave yours, his eyes wandering down to your exposed chest. He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, letting out a low groan. “Look at you, baby,” Mingi coos from behind you, “even prettier than I imagined they’d be,” he reaches around you to palm your plump breast, rolling one of your pebbled nipples between his rough fingers. “You look like a goddess,” he sighs, bringing his mouth to your neck once again.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” Yunho ducks his head down to catch your other nipple between his teeth, immediately soothing the bite with his tongue, “so fucking beautiful,” you lean into their touch, suddenly feeling so raw, like an exposed nerve.

The praise paired with the both of them working your body like they’ve known it for years is overwhelming, the intimacy of it all tugging at your starved heart. It feels delicious, but you haven’t felt this cared for in a long time. You pinch your eyes closed to stop the tears, but the tightness in your throat causes your breath to tremble before you can stop it. Their movements still at the sound as they both realize the shift in emotion, arms and hands quickly surrounding you for comfort.

“Hey, hey, what is it, doll?” Yunho holds your face in his hands as he brushes a tear from your cheek. You open your eyes to see both of them looking down at you with concerned gazes.

“I-I’m sorry,” you start tapping each finger to your thumb, counting each one to calm your breathing, “I don’t want you to stop, it’s just a little overwhelming, in a good way,” you reach for Yunho’s cheek and Mingi’s hand simultaneously, needing to reassure them both that you just need a minute. They reciprocate your touch without hesitation.

“You’re just making me feel really fucking special and worshipped and I’m not used to it, it’s— a lot,” Yunho turns to kiss your palm, waiting for your breathing to even. You feel Mingi’s other hand rubbing circles into your lower back, the motion helping bring you back down to earth. Slowly but surely, your breathing steadies.

“You are special, y/n,” Mingi says, almost in a whisper, “and we want to worship you, it’s what you deserve,” he dips down, searching your eyes. You nod, signaling for him to continue. He nods right back, placing a tender kiss on your lips that knocks the wind right out of you.

“Let us worship you,” he sighs against your lips, gently kissing the corner of your mouth, your nose, your forehead, settling against your temple. His lips are so soft, peppering gentle kisses along your hairline.

”Do you trust us, sweetheart?” Yunho asks, still leaning into your palm.

“Of course I do,” you brush your thumb across his cheek.

“Let us take care of you,” he looks down at your chest and you see the lust reignite in his dark eyes.

“Take care of me,” you repeat. Yunho’s breath quickens as he meets your eyes again. You’re suddenly aware that your chest is exposed when they’re both still fully clothed, “but can someone else please take their clothes off too?” Yunho and Mingi both laugh at your straightforwardness, but the energy shifts when you run your hand down Yunho’s chest, stopping at the hem of his shirt.

Yunho nods and you pull his shirt off together. You marvel at his firm chest and his lean muscles, letting your eyes wander over every inch of his bare skin. Before you can catch your breath, he shucks off his sweats and is standing before you in just his boxer briefs. “Your turn,” he chuckles, pulling you towards him by the band of your sweatpants. You giggle, catching yourself on his chest and weaving your hands up around the back of his neck.

Mingi watches the two of you affectionately as Yunho dives down the back of your pants to cup your ass in his large hands. Mingi helps you shimmy out of your sweats, watching the way your plush skin molds to the grip of Yunho’s slender fingers. Mingi can’t resist any longer, wrapping his arms around your waist, effectively sandwiching you between the two of them once again. Your scent of lavender fills his nose as he buries his face in your neck again, intoxicating him. He wants you, badly.

”Yun, I wanna taste her,” he shivers with desire, the sudden change in his tone of voice drawing your attention to him. “Baby, can I taste you?” His eyes are dark as he searches yours. You feel a gush of wetness pooling in your panties, nodding before your mouth can get the words out,

“Yes, please, Mingi,” you lean into him. He plants a quick kiss to your temple, letting out a shaky sigh. Is he… nervous?

Yunho lets go of you to climb onto your bed and you watch him intently, trying to figure out how this is going to play out. He leans up against the headboard and makes space for you between his legs. You see his boxers starting to tent, and you know the anticipation of what’s to come is affecting him.

“Come here, doll,” he pats the bedding in front of him. Your belly warms as you realize how they’re about to position you.

Mingi slides his hands from your waist so you can go to Yunho, giving your ass a light smack as he lets you go. You give Mingi a teasing glare, earning a devious smirk in return.

You crawl to Yunho across the mattress on your hands and knees, agonizingly slowly, watching him watch your every move with hunger in his eyes. You make a show of looking him up and down, darting your tongue out to wet your lips.

“You are such a tease,” he lets out a breathy laugh, his comment only fueling your confidence. His chest heaves, glistening with sweat.

Mingi palms himself over his sweats with his eyes glued to the sway of your round ass. Running your hands over Yunho’s knees, up his thighs, and settling on his hips, you lean into him to plant a bruising kiss on his lips. He pushes his hips upward, looking for any kind of friction against your body, but you don’t give it to him, solely focused on his tongue exploring your mouth. He ghosts a hand up over your neck to wrap his slender fingers around your throat, gently squeezing before pulling his mouth from yours. He groans at the string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“I could do this all night, sweetheart, but I don’t think you wanna keep him waiting any longer,” Yunho nods in Mingi’s direction. Before you can turn to look at him, Yunho tightens his grip on your throat, pulling your attention back to him.

“Be a good girl, and turn around and lay down.” The deep, dominant tone of his voice has you nodding immediately, earning you a tender kiss to your forehead before he releases you.

When you turn around, your jaw drops. Mingi stands shirtless at the foot of the bed with his hand down his pants. His strong chest heaves, slick with sweat, and the muscles in his arm flex with each stroke of his cock. His eyes are clouded with lust, his lips slightly parted, letting out jagged breaths. You don’t break eye contact as you settle between Yunho’s legs, leaning back against his chest.

He leans down to whisper in your ear, “buckle up, doll, he’s very passionate about eating pussy,”

“Oh,” you whimper at the way Mingi is looking at you— like he wants to consume you. You realize what you interpreted as nervousness was actually him restraining himself. He is absolutely feral for you, and he’s about to let it out.

Before you can catch your breath, Mingi is on his belly between your legs, kissing and nipping at the insides of your thighs while he weaves your legs over his shoulders. His hands find purchase on your belly and he gently grips your soft skin, running his hot tongue over the marks he’s surely leaving on you. His mouth feels electric on your skin, and you want more.

“Fuck, Mingi,” you pant.

“Tell him what you want, sweetheart,” Yunho breathes against your ear, “he’ll do whatever you want,” he cups your breasts in his hands, massaging them gently with his slender fingers.

”Mmhm,” Mingi groans in agreement against you as he licks a firm stripe along your clothed heat, causing a whine to crawl up your throat.

“I wanna feel your mouth, Min, please,” you run your fingers through his hair, “really feel it,” you grind your hips down onto his mouth, desperate for him.

“Needy baby,” he briefly pulls his mouth from you, taking a moment to admire how beautiful you look in Yunho’s arms, letting his eyes linger on you. Your eyes blown wide with desire, your lips puffy, your chest heaving, your breasts gently cradled in Yunho’s hands.

“Mingi,” you laugh breathlessly, smiling coyly, “why are you staring at me like that?”

“Because, gorgeous,” he pushes himself up onto his knees, running his hands up your thighs and around your hips, “I know I’ve barely had you,” he hooks his fingers under your panties, “but I already can’t get enough of you.” He taps your hips with his thumbs, signaling you to lift them.

You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks as he peels the damp cloth from your body, discarding it on the floor. A sudden rush of embarrassment takes over now that you’re fully bare, but Mingi stops you before you can close your legs.

“Don’t get shy on me now, darling,” he runs his hands up your inner thighs as he spreads them wide, “let me see you,” he lowers his gaze to your core, a devious glint in his eyes as the corner of his mouth quirks up.

“What a pretty little pussy you have,” he settles between your legs again, his breath on your wet heat causing your body to shiver.

“Mingi, please stop teasing me,” you squirm under their strong grasps on your body, Yunho rolling your nipples between his fingers and Mingi kneading the soft skin of your thighs.

“If you say so,” he nips at your skin, “I’ve been waiting all night for this.”

Mingi licks you firmly from your entrance to your clit, finding the sensitive bud with ease and circling it with the tip of his tongue. You let out a cry at the sudden sensation, bucking your hips toward his mouth. He pulls you closer to him, dragging your thighs up onto his shoulders once again. His hands wrap around your hips and he squeezes your supple skin as he closes his mouth around your clit, sucking gently.

“Oh my—“ you gasp at the sensation, and heat rushes to your center, the pressure building.

“How does it feel, sweetheart?” Yunho asks from behind you, brushing your hair back to plant a kiss on the pulse point of your neck. “Does his mouth feel good on you?”

You nod fervently, threading your fingers through Mingi’s blond hair again to pull him closer. He feels your signal and sucks your clit a little harder, a moan leaving your mouth as you let your head fall back into the crook of Yunho’s neck. You feel the warm bubble in your core growing, until Mingi’s mouth pops off of you briefly.

You almost protest but are cut off when he quickly reconnects, licking you down to your entrance, his nose bumping your clit as he pushes his tongue inside of you. He looks up at you through his lashes, his eyes rolling back in his head as you clench around his tongue.

“Feels so good, fuck,” your grind down onto his mouth, needing more inside than he’s granting you. “Mingi please, I need more,” you pant, looking down at him.

He chuckles against you, swiftly running his tongue up through your folds and pulling away to rest his head on your thigh. “What do you need, angel?” He smiles softly up at you, the evidence of your arousal glistening on his chin. He massages your hips while he waits for your response, leaning into your palm as you run it down his cheek.

”I want your f-fingers,” you whine, wiggling your hips underneath his hands.

”Ask nicely, baby,” his voice drips with amusement. He nips at your thigh, dragging a groan up your throat.

“Mingi, please,” you sound absolutely shameless in the way that you’re begging him, “I’ll do anything,”

”Mingi, stop teasing,” Yunho coos over your shoulder, his voice low and husky, “she’s been so good for us, don’t you think she deserves a reward?”

“Hmm,” Mingi’s hand disappears from your hip, “I suppose so,” you feel his fingers graze your inner thigh, slowly moving where you need them most. “Do you think you deserve it, y/n?” He softly runs his fingers through your folds, gathering wetness from your core.

“I do, please, baby,” you beg. He grins at you, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he slowly pushes two fingers inside of you. He watches your eyes roll back and flutter closed, a satisfied sigh leaving your mouth.

Yunho marvels at the way your face twists in pleasure as Mingi stretches you on his fingers, your moans music to their ears. He drags them out and pushes back in the tiniest bit faster and deeper, increasing his pace with each thrust. The heavenly stretch ignites something deep in your core.

“So tight,” his breath is hot on your center, “still need more, angel?”

You nod, biting your bottom lip as your words get stuck in your throat. Mingi clicks his tongue at you, “needy,” he chuckles, curling his fingers inside of you, your back arching in pleasure.

Yunho’s hand coasts up to your neck, gently wrapping his long fingers around your throat and squeezing firmly. “Tell us what you need sweetheart,” he taunts, “use your words.” He puts more pressure on either side of your airway, the lack of oxygen making you feel deliciously dizzy.

“I need you to touch me Yun, please,” you struggle to get the words out through his strong grip on your throat, getting distracted by Mingi splitting you open. You let your legs fall from Mingi’s shoulders, spreading your thighs as wide as you can manage, presenting yourself to Yunho.

A satisfied groan leaves Yunho’s mouth as he releases you to run his hand up your jaw and brush his fingers across your bottom lip. You gasp to catch your breath, leaving your mouth open to invite him in, and he pushes two of his fingers past your lips. Mingi slows down, watching the two of you in a daze while he lazily pumps his fingers in and out of you. Without hesitation you close your lips around Yunho’s fingers, sucking lightly and bobbing your head, your glazed over eyes not leaving his.

“Good girl,” Yunho pants, “you’re so pretty when you beg.” You clench around Mingi’s fingers at Yunho’s words, and you hear him chuckle from between your legs. He loves being able to feel your body reacting to the praise you’re receiving. You swirl your tongue around Yunho’s fingers, then release them with a pop.

Yunho inches closer to you, his eyes wide with hunger. You let out a soft whine when the tip of his nose brushes yours, his hot breath thickening the air between you. He’s almost challenging you by not kissing you right away, allowing his bottom lip to brush yours, but pulling back when you try to lean closer.

“Yunnie,” you whimper, pushing yourself down onto Mingi’s fingers as much as you could muster, “please,”

“Hm?” Yunho teases, drawing your bottom lip into his mouth and sucking on it gently. Your breathing turns unsteady and he chuckles. “Look at you,” he nips at your lip, a growl crawling up his throat, “if you’re begging like this for my fingers, I can’t wait to watch you beg for my cock.”

You whimper as he finally kisses you, and it’s catalytic. The moment his lips touch yours, the tension that had been building between the three of you all night long finally comes to a peak, and all control is lost.

Mingi bites down hard on your thigh, soothing the spot with his tongue and fucking you faster with his fingers, twisting his wrist slightly with each thrust. Yunho swallows your moans as he runs his wet fingers down your body, easily finding your clit and circling it firmly. The contact makes your head spin, a bolt of heat shooting to your center as you let out a shameless whine into his mouth.

You feel the pressure building with each rub and thrust, the feeling of both of them touching you almost too much to take. You weave your fingers through Yunho’s hair, pulling him closer to you. He bites down on your bottom lip, rubbing you faster with pointed precision. Sinful sounds fill the air around you; Mingi’s heavy breathing, your desperate whining, Yunho’s deep groaning, the sound of their fingers moving through your wetness.

“Fuck, I’m s-so close,” you cry, closing your eyes to focus on their ministrations.

“Help me out, Min,” Yunho pulls away from you briefly and you whine, your growing orgasm fading away. You look down at Mingi as he pulls his fingers out of you. You’re about to cry out in protest when he pops his fingers into his mouth, making a show of licking your arousal from them.

“Oh,” you marvel at the way his eyes roll back at the taste of you, your chest heaving, “Mingi, please,”

“I got you, baby,” he coos, pulling his fingers from his mouth and returning them to your entrance. He nods to Yunho as he pushes his soaked fingers back inside of you. Responding to his friend’s signal, Yunho spreads you open as Mingi spits directly on your clit.

“Jesus Christ,” you sob, throwing your head back.

“Not quite,” Mingi chuckles, resuming his relentless pace.

Yunho finds your clit again, gathering Mingi’s saliva on his fingers. The added lubrication has Yunho’s fingers gliding over and around your swollen bud with ease. The two men quickly match their pace to one another and you feel your impending climax building in your core again.

“Oh my —“ Yunho cuts you off with a firm kiss, groaning into your mouth. His tongue tangles with yours, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“You’ve been so good for us baby,” Mingi says from between your legs, watching his fingers disappear inside of you. “Let go, I wanna feel you come around my fingers.”

“Come on, sweetheart,” Yunho grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head to the side for better access. “Show us how good we’re making you feel,” he buries his face in your neck, licking and sucking on your skin.

“Mhm,” Mingi hums in agreement, pushing up onto his knees to pop one of your nipples into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it as he pistons his fingers even faster, hitting that sweet spot inside of you.

“God, right there,” your eyes screw shut as the pressure builds and builds, but a firm nip to your chest makes you open them again to look down at him.

”Look at me,” Mingi growls, “I want to watch you fall apart, baby.” You nod wordlessly as his mouth reconnects with your nipple. A familiar heat settles in your belly at his words, and the determination in his dark eyes only fuels the fire. He feels your walls tighten around his fingers, and he knows that you’re almost there.

“I’m s-so close,” you cry, your legs starting to tremble. Mingi splays his free hand across one of your thighs to hold you open.

“That’s our good girl,” Yunho breathes against your skin, “come for us, beautiful,”

The praise is what pushes you over the edge, your head spinning at Yunho’s words. He rubs you just right as Mingi curls his fingers inside of you again, and the tightly wound cord in your core finally snaps, your orgasm ripping through your body.

“Oh my god,” you sob, your body squirming beneath them while they light your body on fire.

“There she is,” Mingi coos, his pace slowing ever so slightly to coax you through your climax. Yunho presses the heel of his hand down firmly on your mound, effectively holding you in place. He lazily swirls the pad of his middle finger over your clit, overstimulating you in a way that you’ve never felt. It should feel like too much, but it’s just enough to draw out your high just the way you need. You let your eyes flutter closed as you feel your body melting into their tender touches.

Your hearing goes fuzzy and you feel like you’re floating in their arms as they slow their motions to a stop, holding you gently. You feel Mingi pull his fingers from your center, peppering your inner thighs with soft kisses. He brings both his hands up to your hips, massaging your skin. You revel in his touch, each stroke of his fingers drawing you back down to earth.

Yunho carefully slips out from behind you, laying you down on the fluffy pillows. You snuggle into the satin pillowcase, letting him and Mingi manipulate your pliant body, feeling fully sated coming down from your high. Mingi gently closes your legs and drapes a sheet over you. Their hands never leave your body as Yunho settles in next to you, snuggling up to you with an arm thrown over your waist.

“Sweetheart, are you with us?” Yunho brushes your stray hairs from your forehead, planting a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“I think so,” you giggle, nuzzling into his touch, “that was incredible.” You slowly open your eyes, your heart skipping a beat seeing Yunho looking back at you. His hair is mussed, his cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are shining just for you.

“You’re so pretty,” you whisper before you can stop yourself,

“Me?” He rubs his thumb across your cheek, “look who’s talking,” despite redirecting the compliment to you, you notice his ears turning red. He nuzzles his nose into yours, planting a quick kiss to your lips.

“You’re cute when you come,” Mingi interrupts, crawling up the bed to lay next to you. He props himself up on his elbow, resting his other hand on your belly and rubbing soft circles into your skin.

“Mingi,” you laugh, “haven’t you teased me enough for one night?” Yunho chuckles from your other side and you nudge your elbow into his ribs.

“Definitely not, but that’s not the point,” he leans over you to kiss your forehead, “I just like complimenting you,” he kisses your cheek, “and I want you to see yourself,” he kisses your other cheek, “how we see you,” he finally kisses your lips, effectively silencing any witty reply you were trying to conjure up. Tasting yourself on his mouth reignites the flame in your core.

“And how do you see me, exactly?” you question him, your voice coming out much hoarser than you meant it to.

Instead of responding, Mingi thinks for a brief moment before his eyes light up, and he jumps up out of bed. You shoot a questioning look in Yunho's direction, but he just shrugs, equally as confused as you are. Mingi walks to the end of the bed, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. You catch a glimpse of the outline of his half-hard cock when he turns back to face you, making your mouth water.

“Come here,” he holds his hand out to you, waiting expectantly.

You couldn’t say no to him if you tried, so you wrap your sheet around your body from the chest down and scoot down to the end of the bed, reaching out to meet his outstretched hand. He grabs your hand and swiftly pulls you up from the mattress, helping to steady you on your feet.

“Look,” he says, nodding toward the massive mirror hanging above the vanity.

“Oh Mingi, don’t,” your cheeks warm immediately, and you absentmindedly bring a hand to cover your eyes. Your mind goes back to him watching you glare at yourself in that same mirror earlier in your evening. You felt so embarrassed in the moment, wishing he hadn’t caught you displaying your insecurity so openly. You’d been avoiding the mirror since then, trying not to think too hard about what you look like for your own peace of mind.

“Baby please, just look,” Mingi gently takes your hand in his, bringing it down from your face, “let us show you,” he kisses your knuckles when you look at him, his warm brown eyes full of admiration.

You take a deep breath before turning to face the mirror, almost gasping when you see yourself. The white sheet draped over your body falls gracefully, the soft fabric hugging your curves. The way it hangs on your body accentuates your full figure, outlining your plump breasts, your rounded hips, and the natural swell of your thighs. The pristine whiteness of the sheet makes your skin glow, emphasizing the softness of your form.

Maybe it’s the post-orgasm glow, but for the first time in a long time, you truly think you look beautiful. You feel beautiful. Without looking away from yourself you squeeze Mingi’s hand, and he squeezes yours right back.

Yunho scoots down the bed to sit right behind you, opening his legs and pulling you to stand between them. He runs his wide hands up your waist, eyeing the way his fingers glide over your sheet clad curves. His fingers tighten as his hands settle on the roundness of your hips.

“I’ve said it once and I’ll say it a thousand times more,” Mingi leans down, brushing his lips over your ear, “you look like a goddess,” he murmurs. His hot breath raises goosebumps on your skin, and you’re suddenly hyper aware of the way Yunho’s hands fit perfectly around you.

“I wouldn’t say that,” you sigh, trying to hide that your body is already so reactive to them again. “I do like how I look right now though,” you tilt your head at your reflection in the mirror, trying to admire yourself.

“I would,” Yunho wraps his arms around your hips pulling you into his lap, “say you look like a goddess, that is,” he sets a steady kiss to the middle of your back, holding you tight.

“You don’t have to say that,” you look between the two of them, “really,”

“Hm, you still don’t believe us, do you, angel?” Mingi tuts, shaking his head slightly as he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb.

”It’s not that I don’t believe you,” you look down at your hand in Mingi’s, watching his thumb glide across your skin. “I just have a lot of trouble seeing myself… positively.” Yunho tightens his arms around you, nuzzling into you.

Mingi nods wordlessly, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. He lets go of your hand to run his own through his hair, assessing what his next move should be. Before you can question him about what’s running through his mind, he drops to his knees in front of you, his hands landing on your sheet wrapped thighs. A jolt of heat strikes in your core as you wonder what’s coming. His eyes meet yours, a searing heat lingering in his gaze.

“Mingi…” you hope that the suspicious tone in your voice will prompt him to share whatever plan he’s conjured up in his head, but he just keeps looking at you with fire in his eyes.

“Min, where are you going with this,” Yunho laughs from behind you. “Already need more?”

“Of course I do, but I can wait,” he smirks, turning his attention back to you. “I could spend all night between your legs baby, but right now, we need to help you see how beautiful you are.”

You can suddenly hear your heartbeat thudding, anticipation bubbling inside you.

“Oh, I’m in,” Yunho says, pulling you closer to him, “what about you, sweetheart?”

You don’t know what they could possibly mean by that, but you can’t seem to find it in yourself to care.

“I’m too horny and malleable to protest, especially with Mingi looking at me like that” you giggle, leaning back into Yunho, “do what you must.” You sigh into his touch, reaching back to pull him closer to you as he nudges at your neck with his nose.

“Atta girl,” Mingi beams, trying to commit your blushing, fucked out smile to memory.

“If there's anything we do that you’re not comfortable with,” Yunho shifts to softly kiss the curve of your shoulder, “just say the word.”

Mingi nods in agreement, “okay?”

”Okay,” you reply in confirmation, giving a small nod. Heat creeps up your cheeks as you wonder where your night is about to go. “I’m a little nervous,” you admit.

“We’ll take good care of you, sweetheart,” Yunho unwraps his arms from around you to massage your lower back, the tension immediately falling away.

“Really good care of you,” Mingi kneads the soft skin of your thighs through your sheet. You feel so safe with their hands on you.

Yunho’s hands travel up to where your sheet is tucked under your arm, tugging on it gently. You lift your arm slightly to help loosen its wrapping around you, and with Yunho’s help, it starts to fall. Cascading down your form, it pools around your hips into Yunho’s lap, your breasts fully on display again.

“God, baby,” Mingi groans, “you are unreal,” he can’t stop himself from reaching up to palm both of your breasts in his hands, coasting his thumbs over your pebbling nipples. You gasp at the sudden contact, reveling in the feeling of his hands on your bare skin again.

Yunho’s fingers ghost up your back, each fingertip blazing a trail of goosebumps up your spine until he reaches the nape of your neck. He gently wraps his fingers around your throat, running two fingers up your exposed neck and resting them on the underside of your chin.

“Look,” Yunho nudges at your chin, and you steady your breath before allowing him to lift your gaze to the mirror. You watch him brush your hair back before softly brushing his lips over your neck.

Mingi’s broad shoulders flex with each movement of his hands on your breasts, each caress more sensual and purposeful than the last. Yunho’s mouth molds perfectly to your neck, his hand snaking up into your hair to keep you steady.

With two of the most beautiful men you’ve ever laid eyes on worshiping you like you built the earth they walk on, you feel powerful. You look powerful. You dared to think you even looked… sexy. With Mingi on his knees in front of you and Yunho mapping your neck with his tongue for the umpteenth time this evening, you realize how wrapped around your finger they are.

Before you could fully feel the emotion of your revelation, Mingi’s hands leave your chest as he rises in front of you. “Come here, baby,” he sits next to you, opening his legs to make space for you. You slide out of Yunho’s lap, and Mingi guides your body to rest against his chest, turning you to face Yunho. You realize they’ve put you in the same position as earlier, only now it’s Yunho’s mercy you’re left at instead of Mingi’s. Your breathing quickens at the way Yunho looks at you with hunger in his dark eyes.

“Can I take this off of you?” Yunho asks, tugging at the sheet still wrapped around your waist. Mingi sweeps your hair from your shoulders, pulling you closer to him as he trails featherlight kisses up your neck. You nod to Yunho, leaning into Mingi’s mouth.

Yunho gently unwraps the sheet from around you, letting it fall to either side of your hips, putting you on full display for them again. He taps on your leg, signaling for you to lift it up onto the mattress. You bend your knee, letting your leg fall down to present yourself to him. You push your hips toward him, resting your other foot on the floor. A groan rumbles in Yunho’s throat, your pussy glistening and wanting under the dim lighting of your hotel room.

“So perfect,” he admires your heat, letting his hands rest on your thighs to open you up even more for him. “Can I touch you, sweetheart?”

“Please, Yun,” you lean further back into Mingi’s chest, his lips traveling up to the sensitive spot right below your ear, pulling a whine from your throat.

Yunho holds you open with one hand while the other runs up your thigh, closer and closer to where you need him. He runs his slender fingers through your folds, gathering your arousal before slowly pushing a finger inside you. Your eyes flutter closed at the sensation, and he immediately finds that tender spot inside of you. “Need more, beautiful?” He withdraws slightly waiting for your response, and you nod ardently, needing anything and everything he’s willing to give you.

He adds a second finger, stretching you deliciously, pushing both fingers as deep inside as he can go. He hits that spot inside you again, smirking as you arch your back against his best friend’s chest.

“Feeling good, baby?” Mingi murmurs into your ear, earning a whimper and a nod in response. “Good girl,” the deep growl in his voice sucks the air from your lungs.

Yunho’s thumb finds your clit, circling it perfectly in sync with his fingers thrusting in and out of you. You feel him scissoring his fingers inside of you, getting you ready to take him. His fingers feel incredible, but you need more.

”Yunho, baby,” you whine, grinding down on his hand.

“Yes, beautiful?” He cocks his head at you, a teasing lilt to his voice. He knows what you’re going to say, but he wants to hear it.

“I need you,” you know he’s gonna make you beg, you can see it in his eyes, and feel it in the way he slows his pace a bit.

“Need me?” He thrusts his fingers deeper inside of you, his free hand tightening its grip on your leg.

“Mmh, I need you inside of me Yun,” you reach behind you, wrapping your fingers around the back of Mingi’s neck to keep his mouth where it is on your neck.

“Uh-uh,” he scolds you, pulling his fingers from your heat, lazily running his fingers through your folds. Your cheeks heat with frustration, and you feel Mingi chuckle against your skin at your cute, needy little whines. “Ask nicely, sweetheart,” Yunho positions your clit between his knuckles, squeezing the swollen bud gently.

”Oh my god, Yunho please,”

“Please what? Use your words,” he teases your entrance with the tips of his fingers.

Another desperate whine falls from your mouth. “F-fuck me, please, I need your cock Yunnie please, god,” you wiggle your hips beneath his strong grip, trying to catch any bit of friction.

“Good girl,” he shoves his fingers deep inside you again, and you nearly scream before he swallows your voice, pressing a bruising kiss to your lips. “That wasn’t so hard, was it, doll?” He teases, nibbling on your bottom lip.

You kiss him back hard, grabbing for the waistband of his boxers blindly, swiping your fingers down his stomach before reaching the elastic.

“Eager, are we?” Yunho breaks the kiss, hooking his hands under your knees to pull you closer to him, making sure to move you onto the bed more so you’re not so close to the edge. Even when he’s teasing you, he’s being so thoughtful and careful with you. He stands up briefly, and you can’t do anything but watch him silently as he slowly pulls his boxers down, his cock springing free.

Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him, long and velvety, and you feel your pussy clench around nothing. He pumps himself once, twice, as he kneels on the mattress between your legs.

“Still feeling good?” Yunho spreads your thighs even wider, nodding to Mingi behind you, who reaches over you to hook a hand under your knee to hold you open. He’s stopped kissing you, seemingly settling in for the show.

“So good,” you breathe, “please Yunho,”

“Mhm,” he nods, giving you a quick kiss, running his cock through your wetness. You gasp as he bumps your clit, pushing your hips toward him. He nudges his tip at your entrance, resting his forehead against yours. He pushes in slightly, easing into you little by little, the stretch making you gasp. He pauses for a moment, waiting for a signal to keep going. A shuddering breath leaves your lips as you nod, and he pushes deeper.

“I can take all of it, please,” you whine, and with a roll of his hips, he fills you all the way up, finally fully seated inside of you. You both sigh, soaking up the feeling.

“Fuck,” he hisses, “you feel incredible y/n, god,” he kisses your forehead, giving you a moment to adjust. He is so deep inside of you, you’ve never felt so full.

“Yuyu,” you sigh,

”Hm?”

“Move.”

He chuckles, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into you. You cry out, arching your back against Mingi, pleasure shooting to your center. Yunho sets a slow and steady pace, fucking into you deeply with each stroke.

“Do you realize how fucking good you look right now?” Mingi’s fingers tangle in your hair, gripping tightly, turning your head towards the mirror. “Look at how well you’re taking him baby,” he coos.

“So good for me,” Yunho has your legs spread at an angle so that you can see every bit of what’s happening. His wide hands splayed across your thighs, his cock disappearing inside of you, plunging in and out, shining with your arousal. Mingi’s hardness presses into your back, making your mouth water.

“Oh my,” you stammer, “Mingi, let me touch you, please,”

He slips out from behind you immediately, laying you down on the mattress. Yunho slows his thrusts to let you adjust, while Mingi stands next to you at the foot of the bed, his sweatpants tented over his hard length. You roll onto your side, with Yunho still inside of you, propping yourself up on one arm and reaching your other to slip your fingers under the waistband of Mingi’s sweatpants. He helps you push them down, along with his boxers, hissing as the cool air hits his cock.

You reach for him, beckoning him to come closer. You wrap your fingers around him, his head falling back as you pump him slowly. A quick glance in the mirror has your head spinning, in awe of how both of these men are crumbling for you. You wiggle your hips, trying to scoot closer to Yunho. He shifts deeper between your legs, picking up the pace slightly, and the new angle has his cock hitting that tender spot inside of you. You whimper, squeezing Mingi’s length in your hand, stroking him faster. Mingi looks down at you, his mouth hanging open, his brow furrowing, watching you work him. Looking up at him through your lashes, you lick your lips before opening your mouth for him, inviting him in. He moans, leaning forward so his tip brushes your lips.

“Baby,” Mingi murmurs, his chest heaving as you flick your tongue over the sensitive underside of his tip. You wrap your lips around him, sucking him further into your mouth with each bob of your head. A sharp thrust of Yunho’s hips has you moaning around Mingi’s cock, the vibrations almost too much for him to handle. You keep pushing forward until Mingi is bumping the back of your throat, and you relax around him, giving him a quick nod to push further inside. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and you wonder if you look as messy as you feel.

“You look so pretty with his cock down your throat, sweetheart,” Yunho matches his pace to how Mingi is fucking your mouth, rolling their hips in unison, stuffing you full. You feel the pad of Yunho’s thumb grazing over your clit, the gentle pressure making you tighten around him. “If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m not gonna last very long,” he adds more pressure on your clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. You feel the throbbing in your core intensifying with Yunho’s ministrations.

You moan around Mingi again, making him slow his pace. He buries himself down your throat, and you keep him there as long as you can, tapping his thigh when your vision starts to blur. He pulls back from your mouth, your throat burning as you try to catch your breath. You replace your mouth with your hand, spitting onto his cock, rolling your wrist as you stroke him.

”You’re doing so well,” Mingi coos, bending over you briefly to kiss your forehead, brushing your sweaty stray hairs out of your face, “so, so well.” Mingi grabs a pillow and props it under your head, laying you back down to relax into the feeling of Yunho inside of you. Yunho picks up the pace now that he has more of your attention, snapping his hips relentlessly, rubbing your clit just right.

“Yunho, f-fuck,” you whine, squeezing around him once again, the weight of your arousal settling in your belly. Your hand around Mingi’s cock falters, your strokes becoming erratic as you get closer to your climax.

“What did I say, sweetheart?” He emphasizes his words with a firm swirl of his thumb around your sensitive bud. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna fucking come,”

“I am too, shit,” you cry, tears running down your temples into the pillowcase.

“Are you on the pill?” Yunho slows down just enough to make you whimper,

“Mhm,” you nod, hoping he’s asking you for the same reason you’re thinking,

“I need to come inside of you, beautiful,” he groans as you tighten around him again at his words, “fuck, please y/n,” he pumps into you deep, your back arching into the bed.

“Yeah, ngh, please, come inside of me Yun,” you whine.

Mingi pulls your hand from him, kneeling beside you to talk you through it. “You close, baby?” He licks up your chest, kissing every inch of exposed skin he can reach. You nod fervently, reaching for Yunho’s free hand, and grabbing Mingi’s shoulder with your other. “You’re taking him so well,” Mingi praises you, “I knew when we saw you that you’d be so good for us, our good girl.”

You flutter around Yunho’s cock, and he smirks down at you, his cheeks flushed and hair sticking to his forehead, “you really love being talked to like that, don’t you?” His pace falters slightly, and you know you’re both almost there. “I’m gonna fuck you so full, then Mingi’s gonna do the same, until you’re dripping with both of us, okay?” Jesus fucking christ.

“Please, yes please, I need it,” the flame in your core is growing with each thrust of Yunho’s hips.

“So pretty when you beg,” Mingi whispers into your neck,

“Come around my cock, beautiful, I wanna feel you,”

Mingi kisses your temple while you fall apart for the second time tonight, Yunho’s name falling from your lips as your body trembles between your lovers. Yunho’s hips start to stutter, his thrusts getting more and more irregular.

”Yunho,” you whine, your climax still rippling through your body, “fill me up baby, please, come,” you squeeze his hand and he laces his fingers between yours.

“Oh, f-fuck,” he pushes in deep, his hips stilling as he spills inside of you. He exhales deeply before leaning over you to kiss you, slowly fucking his release deeper and deeper into you as you thread your fingers into his hair. “You are incredible,” he murmurs against your lips.

“So are you,” you giggle, trying to catch your breath. Mingi rubs a gentle hand down your cheek as you and Yunho remain fused, foreheads pressed together. The three of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, both of them peppering you with kisses, before Mingi breaks it.

“I know I said this already,” he starts, “but you are so cute when you come.” You roll your eyes at him and Yunho laughs at your bickering.

Yunho slowly pulls out of you, massaging your hips and easing your legs closed. “He’s right,” he smiles at you, kissing your nose. You stick your tongue out at him, earning a wink in return as he flops onto his back.

“Let’s see how you look when you come,” you taunt, turning your attention to Mingi. You flip over onto your stomach, arching your back and pushing up onto your knees to display your ass up in the air, like you’re a cat stretching after a nap. You turn to face Mingi, still on his knees at the foot of the bed. You point to the mirror behind him, “put on a good show for me, would you?”

“Ooh Min, someone’s had enough of your teasing for one night,” Yunho laughs. He rolls onto his side next to you, whispering into your ear, “I like you when you’re feisty.”

Mingi just looks at you, his mouth hanging open slightly as amusement plays across his gaze.

“Cat got your tongue, baby?” You know you’re instigating, and he’s surely going to make you pay for it… but part of you is hoping for that. “Hurry, before Yunnie’s cum starts to drip out of me,” you pout, faking disappointment in your voice.

“Oh, you are such a brat,” Mingi beams at you, loving what your newfound confidence is bringing out of you. He stands, climbing up onto the bed behind you, running his hands over your ass. You glance at the mirror, admiring the soft swell of your ass, Mingi’s hands gripping your soft skin. “Look at you, running your mouth asking to get fucked when you’re already full of cum,” he smacks your ass, the crack ringing through the quiet room. You moan at the sensation, the throbbing in your cunt coming back full force. “You like that?” He soothes the angry red spot with his fingers, massaging your stinging skin.

“Yeah, I do,” you breathe, “do it again,” you wiggle your hips, pushing back toward him. A drop of cum slips from your entrance, landing on the bed beneath you. Mingi groans at the sight, his cock jumping in response. He spanks you again, harder than the last, and you jerk forward, whimpering into the bedding.

“Dirty girl,” the low growl in his voice makes you shiver. You watch Mingi in the mirror as he strokes himself, lining up with your entrance. “Ready, gorgeous?”

“Mm, yes please,” you push back into him and he reciprocates, slipping inside of you. The combination of yours and Yunho’s arousal has Mingi sliding all the way in with ease, both of you shuddering when he bottoms out.

“I’d love to take this slow, baby, but I need you,”

“Please don’t,” you pull forward off of him slightly before pushing back again. “Fuck me like you mean it.” Mingi laughs, rolling his hips, pumping in and out faster and faster until the bed is rocking with your bodies.

“You feel so fucking good, y/n.” He has a vice grip on your hips, pulling you back into him to meet each thrust. “You look so good taking me like this,”

“So perfect,” Yunho chimes in from next to you. You turn your head to face him, and he wraps a hand around the nape of your neck, his lips molding with yours. You moan into his mouth as Mingi fucks into you, harder, faster.

“Want me to fill you up, baby? Have any room for more?”

“Please, yes,” you murmur against Yunho’s lips, fucking back into Mingi. Each bump of his cock inside of you has you inching closer and closer to your third orgasm of the night, your knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets. Yunho must sense it, moving his hand to slide under you, down your belly and between your legs. The second he makes contact with your clit, you feel pleasure spreading through you, getting more intense as they work you.

“I can feel you,” Mingi leans over you to bite down on your shoulder, “you gonna come with me, angel?”

“Yeah, ngh,” you turn back to face the mirror, remembering the taunting that got you in this position in the first place. Mingi is glowing, every muscle in his body flexing under his sweat-slicked skin as he pounds into you. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, and he draws his bottom lip between his teeth, smirking at you, before bringing his palm down hard on your ass again.

You cry out, your whole body shaking as your orgasm washes over you, rocking you in waves. You use all your remaining strength to keep your ass in the air as Mingi follows right behind you, letting out an animalistic growl as he fills you. You feel him twitch inside of you, finally stilling after he’s pumped every last drop into you. His chest heaves, easing his grip on your hips to lean over your spent form, trailing kisses up and down your spine.

“You’re cute when you come too,” you sigh, suddenly feeling sleepy.

“I’m glad you think so,” Mingi laughs breathlessly, easing out of you, groaning at the mess that drips from your center.

“Sorry for the mess, sweetheart,” Yunho reaches around you, pulling you down to the mattress, flush against his body. “Why don’t we get you cleaned up before you fall asleep?”

You agree, already feeling yourself drift off. They help you to the bathroom, Yunho helping you work all the tangles out of your hair as Mingi gets the shower going. The three of you lazily wash each other, teasing as you do. With Yunho’s lips on your neck and Mingi’s fingers between your legs, both your hands on their cocks, the three of you come again together. You wash all over again, finally agreeing to get out when the water runs cold. They help you dry off, and Yunho grabs you a pajama set from your dresser, letting you get dressed before leading you to the bathroom mirror. He brushes your hair for you while you do your skincare.

Your heart aches in your chest thinking about your time with them coming to an end. Yunho looks so content, standing in your bathroom with a towel around his hips helping you get ready for bed. Mingi returns from remaking the bed, wearing just his sweatpants and his glasses, sipping his long abandoned soju. You’d been moving around your room in a comfortable silence since getting out of the shower, and your eyes burn at the thought of them leaving you soon.

“Y/n, you okay?” Yunho sets your brush down on the counter next to your skincare products. He gently grabs your shoulders, turning you around to face the both of them.

A silent tear falls down your cheek. “I don’t want you to go,” you sniffle, suddenly feeling so small.

“Hey, woah,” Mingi is at your side, “we are not going anywhere, y/n,” he takes your hand in his.

“You have a show tomorrow, you guys need to rest,”

“And we can rest here, with you,” Yunho assures you. “We already know that bed is big enough for the three of us,” you laugh at his effort to ease your nerves.

“You really want to spend the night with me?”

“Of course, baby,” Mingi says, “we would never leave you after all of that. Plus Yunho is a clingy baby the night before a show and I’m not gonna be his little spoon all night.”

“He’s right,” Yunho shrugs, “I do need a little spoon. You interested?”

A short while later and the three of you are dressed and in bed, and you’re wedged in between your two lovers. Your backside is pressed against Yunho, whose arm is wrapped around your waist, holding you close. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, now snuggled up to you, lightly snoring in your ear. You lay nose-to-nose with Mingi, fiddling with each others’ fingers.

“Not to keep repeating myself, but I am really glad that we met you tonight, y/n.” In the darkness you can feel him looking at you. “I think I can speak for both of us when I say we really like you.”

“I like you both too,” you whisper. “A lot.”

Mingi kisses your nose, then your lips, resting his forehead against yours. “Were you scared we were gonna leave you earlier?” You can hear the hesitation in his voice.

“Yes,” you reply honestly.

“Why?” Silence hangs in the air for a moment.

“It’s not because of you. Or how you both had been treating me all night, you’ve been so good to me, it’s just—“ You hesitate, trying to find the right words. “As a bigger girl, I’ve noticed that usually when guys want me… that way… they never want to stick around afterwards. It’s like they regret me right away, and just want to go.”

“I don’t know how anyone could ever walk away from you like that,” he squeezes your hand in his. “And I could never in a million years regret you. Maybe Yunho and I are just suckers for aftercare, you’ll actually never get rid of us,” he chuckles quietly.

“Or maybe you’re just obsessed with me,” you tease him.

“That, too.” He gives you a soft, quick kiss. “We should sleep,” he whispers.

”Fine,” you sigh,

”We’ll both still be here in the morning.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

You fall asleep tangled between them, your heart feeling so full.

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The next morning Mingi orders the three of you room service, charging the order to their room. Yunho’s clinginess seems to have carried over to the morning, as he’s made you sit between his legs while the three of you eat in bed together. You all run through your plans for the day, the boys talking about what time they need to be at the venue to run through their private soundcheck, then getting hair and makeup done for the VIP soundcheck. You tell them all about the friends you’re meeting up with, and they joke about setting one of them up with Yeosang.

Saying goodbye felt impossible, none of you wanting to let go. Both boys put their numbers in your phone, Mingi immediately starting a group chat for the three of you. They promised they’d see you again, and you hope they mean sooner rather than later. They sandwich you between them, hugging you tight.

“You guys need to get ready to head to the venue,” you murmur between them, not wanting to make them late.

“Fine,” Mingi says, kissing the top of your head, rummaging through his sweatpants pocket for their room key. “See you at the show,” he winks.

Your heart flutters thinking about seeing them on stage after the night you’d just spent together. “It’s too early for you to be making me blush, Song Mingi,”

“Sorry!” He kisses you quick before slipping out the door, leaving you and Yunho alone.

“Sorry I fell asleep so early last night,” he holds you tenderly, running a wide hand up and down your back.

“Don’t apologize, your snoring was kind of soothing,” you poke his stomach, “plus, I liked being your little spoon. We’ll have to do that again sometime.”

“I’d love to,” he looks at you with such a wholesome admiration in his eyes. “I’m glad we met, y/n.”

“Me too, Yunho.” He dips down to kiss you, capturing your lips with his.

“I’ll see you soon, sweetheart,”

”Promise?”

”Promise.” He kisses you once more before slipping out of your room.

You stare at the closed door for a few moments until you hear the distant ding of the elevator. You miss them so much already. You wonder how you’re gonna keep it together in front of your friends all day, laughing as you imagine each of their reactions to the events of last night.

Turning to walk back toward your bed, you start running through all the things you need to do in the next hour to get ready to leave. Shower, hair, makeup— you stop dead in your tracks as your eyes land on your vanity. Right next to your makeup bag is Yunho’s hat. Your heart races as you see the corner of a piece of paper sticking out from under it. Moving the hat over, you laugh at his message, written in his scrawling script on hotel stationary.

Same time tonight?

— YH

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hope u enjoyed (: lmk if you want a part 2 to this ♡

[anxiouscherubs]

this is sunday morning yeosang btw

[anxiouscherubs]

once i’m done with my teaching certification (which should be in the next month) i am putting all of my energy into part 2 of light me up‼️ the moodboard has been collecting dust in my drafts for weeks already i can’t WAIT to have more free time 😭😭😭 i also have my sub!woo fic that id love to get out (and a little something abt mr choi seungcheol that im so excited for) !!! me literally being like “cant wait to get my degree so i can focus more time on my boy stories” goodbye

[anxiouscherubs]

thinking abt getting manhandled by mingi /: #needhim

[anxiouscherubs]

sunday morning

𖤓 summary: the one where you wake up too soon from a wet dream and your boyfriend is there to help you... relieve the tension. 𖤓 warnings/tags: MDNI! 18+, explicit, smut, established relationship, some degradation, bdsm dynamics, yeo is a bit of a mean dom!! you've been warned!!, use of the color system, some choking, fingering, spanking, lovebites, oral sex (f receiving), edging, unprotected sex (don't do that), yes there's aftercare im not a monster 𖤓 dom!yeosang x fem!sub!reader 𖤓 author's note: i know i said i would post this by the end of march but wedding planning and school and work are consuming my life!!!!! finished this with a literal ear infection bc i NEEDED to put it out into the universe lol. this was originally inspired by the fact that yeosang uses the replica lazy sunday morning fragrance and quickly spiraled into depravity. yeosang wrecks me every day of my life and i KNOW he gets nasty. he's too quiet to be anything other than a dom, sorry! this is also my first time writing a relationship with bdsm dynamics so please feel free to leave (constructive and kind) feedback! 𖤓 word count: 5.9k 𖤓 read it on ao3 here

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“Sangie, please” you moan into your boyfriend’s neck, his cock plunging in and out of you at a relentless pace. 

“What is it, pretty girl?” he teases, his fingers finding your clit, circling the sensitive bud to match the pace of his thrusts. 

”I’m so close, baby, fuck,” your hands tangle in his dark hair as you tilt your head to the side to give him better access to your neck. He licks a firm stripe from your collarbone to right below your ear, never slowing his hips. 

“Come on then, baby, fall apart around my cock,” he growls into your ear. 

The pleasure settles in your core, hot and heavy, building and building as your bodies move in sync. He hits that soft spot inside of you, and you cry out, his name falling off your lips over and over like a mantra. 

“Yeo, oh my god,” you whimper, “fuck, I’m gonna —“ 

A loud crash startles you from your sleep, pulling you from your delicious dream. The soft morning light creeps through the blinds of your shared bedroom, casting gentle stripes across your duvet. The city outside is still quiet as you try to shake the heat from your system, Yeosang’s cold empty side of the bed helping bring you back to reality. You let out a slow breath, stretching your tired muscles, trying to jumpstart your body, ignoring the wetness that had begun to pool in your sleep shorts thanks to your subconscious. You roll over to face your nightstand, squinting at the clock — 9:15 AM. Yeosang always wakes up earlier than you, and sleeping this late is out of the question, unless he’s on his deathbed with a cold. 

You untangle from the sheets, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed to stretch, letting your feet rest on the sun-warmed wooden floor. The morning light shines bright through your window, the warmth melting into your skin. You hear rustling in the kitchen, and realize the sound that startled you awake must have something to do with your boyfriend making you both breakfast, like he does every Sunday. 

Dragging yourself out of bed, you throw a fuzzy cardigan over the tank top you slept in, to match your shorts. Yeosang always gifts you sets of loungewear, because he knows how happy it makes you to laze around the house in something cute. You make your way down the hallway, the warm smell of cinnamon and vanilla wafting around you the closer you get to the kitchen. You round the corner to see your boyfriend bent over the sink, washing dishes from last night’s dinner. A fresh pan of cinnamon rolls sits on the counter next to him. Your favorite.

“Good morning, Sangie,” you softly say from the doorway, so as not to startle him. He peaks over his shoulder at you briefly before turning the water off, a breathtaking smile consuming his features. His gray sweatpants hug his slender hips, and the tight black tank top he’s sporting gives you an unobstructed view of his broad shoulders and strong arms. God, he looks good.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he coos, his deep voice still raspy from sleep. He quickly dries his hands on a dish towel before discarding it on the counter and making his way over to you. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a warm hug, his familiar scent enveloping you. His fingers rub absentminded circles on your skin as he holds you, his hot touch reminding you what you were dreaming about before you were jolted from your sleep. You feel your cheeks warm, thinking about how, in your mind, he was inside of you moments ago. 

“Did I wake you? I tried to wash everything quietly, but the pan we used last night slipped and I banged it on the counter,” he kisses your forehead, the lingering warmth of his breath working you up even more. 

“It’s okay, baby,” you pull back to kiss his nose, trying to shake the heat from your body. “I needed to get up anyway. I missed you.” You wonder if he can tell how hot and bothered you are. He knows your body like the back of his hand, and when you’re needy, he picks up on it right away. 

“Yeah? Were you dreaming about me?” He squeezes your hips before releasing you, picking the dish towel up and walking back to the sink to hang it up.

“No,” you blush, sensing he already knows the answer. He chuckles darkly, leaning back on the kitchen counter, crossing his arms over his broad chest. 

“If those pretty little moans I heard coming from our bedroom are any indication, I’m gonna have to call you a liar, baby,” he smirks at you as your soft smile falls from your face. “Wanna try to answer truthfully this time?” The tone of his voice has shifted from the sweet, doting boyfriend he was moments ago, the version of him you only see in the bedroom starting to crack through the surface.

“Y-Yeo, I—“ you stumble over your words. Of course you gave yourself away, how embarrassing. Your face feels like it’s on fire. 

“What was I doing, hm?” Yeosang prowls toward you slowly, a strand of his dark hair floating down onto his forehead. “Tasting you? Fingering you? Fucking you?” He stops in his tracks, waiting for your answer. 

The words coming out of his mouth have your mind reeling, a pit of pleasure settling in your belly. You let your cardigan fall from your shoulder, suddenly aware of how his hungry eyes are raking over your body. 

“Fucking me,” you barely recognize the sound of your voice, breathless and desperate, “you were fucking me,” 

“Mmm,” his deep voice sounds like honey, “and how was it, hm? Did I let you come?” He creeps closer to you, only a few steps away. 

“I-I woke up, before I could,” you start, trying to hide your embarrassment. 

“Oh, jagiya,” he finally closes the distance between the two of you, slowly wrapping one arm around your body, his hand snaking down to cup your ass. “You must be so pent up, my love.” His other hand comes up to your neck, brushing your hair away to ghost his lips over your bare shoulder. He trails featherlight kisses up your shoulder, to your neck, settling right by your ear. “Do you want me to help you with that?” His deep voice whispering over your sensitive skin… he knows what that does to you. 

You’re nodding before your voice catches up. “Yes, Sangie, please,” you whisper, bracing yourself on Yeosang’s shoulders as he nips at your neck. He nods at your pleading, willing as always to take care of you.  

“Should I bring you to bed, or take you here first?” He bites down on your shoulder, growling into your skin. 

You whimper at the sensation, “now, Yeo please, I need you to touch me now,” your hands float up to his hair, lacing through his dark locks. 

“Mm,” he tuts, “what if I want to do both?” He pulls away from you to look into your eyes, pupils blown wide with desire. He brings a hand to your chin, thumbing your bottom lip. You open your mouth for him instinctively, and he hooks his thumb on your bottom teeth, tilting your head up at him. “Why don’t I make you come once here, and then I’ll take you to bed and fuck you back to sleep.” 

You nod as you close your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue around it, drawing a deep groan up his throat. 

He moves quickly, popping his thumb out of your mouth to plant his hands on your hips. The room around you spins, and suddenly your back is pressed up against him. He wraps an arm around your stomach and brings his other hand to your throat, caging you in his grip. You feel his hardness pressing into your ass as he rolls his hips into you. You whimper, leaning into him, chasing every little touch he’s willing to give you. 

“What does my baby want?” He whispers in your ear, tightening his hand on your throat and sliding his other down to ghost his fingers under the band of your shorts, “should I bend you over the counter and have you come around my fingers? Or should I put you on the counter and fuck you with my tongue?” He squeezes the sides of your neck gently, just enough to make your head spin. 

“F-fingers,” you choke out, rolling your ass over him. 

He shoves you forward, into the counter, the hard marble digging into your hips as he moves his hand from your stomach to the middle of your back to push your torso over the countertop. You brace yourself, planting your hands on either side of your head, and he releases your throat to grip your hair, tipping your head to the side and squishing your cheek into the cold surface. 

“Don’t tell me you’re so fucking cock hungry that you forgot your manners,” he scolds you, ripping your sleep shorts down with one hand and smacking your ass with a loud crack. 

“Ah-! Fuck,” you cry out, the pain warming you from the inside out, a rush of arousal flooding your center. “Please, I want your fingers Sangie, please,”

”Good fucking girl,” he coos, “and no panties, huh?” He pulls his hands from you and takes a step back, leaving you bent over the counter with an angry red handprint blooming on your naked ass. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this, fucking hell,” he runs a hand through his hair as he admires you. 

You know he’s teasing you by not touching you right away, so you take it upon yourself to kick your shorts to the side and prop one shaking leg up on the counter, presenting yourself to him. 

“Mmm, you’re practically dripping, jagi,” he zeroes in on your center, “you must’ve been really close in that little dream of yours, hm?” 

Before you can formulate a snarky reply, he’s behind you, plunging two fingers deep inside of you, using his free hand to grip your hip and hold you in place. You stammer out a curse at the sensation, your mouth hanging open against the cold countertop as he stretches you out. He immediately finds that tender spot inside of you, pressing the pads of his fingers against it over and over and over. 

“Yeo, oh my god,” you whimper, that familiar pit of warmth settling in your stomach. 

“Already squeezing around my fingers like you’re gonna come? I’ve barely touched you,” he teases you, his mean, dominant facade slipping into place. 

“F-feels so good Sangie, can’t help it, mmhn,” you’re practically drooling on the counter as he pistons his fingers in and out, reaching deep inside of you. 

He pulls his fingers from your center, bringing his hand down hard on your ass again. You cry out against the marble, tears blurring your vision as his fingers find your swollen clit. Your knee almost buckles underneath you as he expertly swirls around it, so familiar with your body, but he holds you up with a firm hand on your hip. 

“You wanna come, baby? Hm?” He quickens his pace, dipping his fingers inside of you to gather more of your arousal. 

“Yes, please,” you whimper. 

“Then come.” He almost sounds bored as he applies just the right amount of pressure to make you crumble in his hold, holding you steady as your body shakes. 

“T-thank you,” you cry out, your climax washing over you, wiping out all your strength. 

“So good for me,” Yeosang whispers, holding you in place, letting your body go limp over the countertop. He rubs both thumbs into the small of your back, letting you come down for a few quiet beats before bringing you back to the moment. 

“Color?” He quietly asks, the tone of his voice softening for a moment as he turns his attention to your hips, softly massaging your joints. 

“Green, very much green,” you sigh between breaths.

“Then come on, pretty girl,” he growls from behind you, pulling his hands from your body and taking a few slow steps backwards, “you want me to fuck you, don’t you?” 

You push yourself up on the counter, slowly lowering your trembling leg to the floor. 

“Yes, please Yeo,” you turn to face him, leaning back on the sturdy surface behind you, your brain still fuzzy and your hearing a bit muffled. His fingers are glistening with your arousal, the outline of his cock pressing against the thin fabric of his sweatpants. Your core pulses at the sight. 

“Then let’s go,” he beckons you, taking a few more steps backwards toward your shared bedroom, fire simmering behind his eyes.

You follow his lead, your unsteady legs carrying you a few steps before your boyfriend raises a hand up to stop you. 

“Nuh-uh,” he scolds you, shaking his head. 

You tilt your head at him in question, the teasing lilt in his voice making you dizzy as you realize what you’re in for. So he’s in this kind of mood. 

“Crawl.” 

Dropping to your knees without a second thought, a gasp leaves your lips as you hit the floor, the deep growl in his command making your body react instantly. 

“Good girl.“ His cock twitches in his sweatpants. “Now, you can follow me.” He smirks at you as you lower your hands to the floor, and you feel thankful that the warm sun flooding through your kitchen windows has heated the floorboards. 

You keep your eyes locked on his while you follow him on all fours, making sure to exaggerate the sway of your hips and the arch of your back as you crawl.

“Well, don’t you look so pretty on your hands and knees for me, hm? Obedient little slut.” 

Heat spreads across your cheeks at the emphasis on his last word, knowing he’s only saying it because he knows how much you love it.

He walks backwards the whole way to your shared bedroom, power radiating from him in the way he carries himself, his dark eyes trained on you as you crawl for him. His mouth hangs open as he watches you, and you can tell he’s testing his own self control. You follow him over the threshold, watching him as the backs of his knees hit the mattress, dropping down onto the edge of your bed. He spreads his legs wide, leaning back as he tilts his head to the side while he contemplates his next move. 

“Come,” he pats the mattress between his thighs, and you crawl forward to the edge of the bed, kneeling between his legs, looking up at him through your lashes. He grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping your head back. 

“As much as I’d love to have you falling apart around my cock in the next few minutes, I haven’t gotten a taste of you yet.” 

“O-oh,” his words warm your center, the way he’s looking down at you only making you feel more desperate for his touch. 

“Normally I’d make you earn it, but after listening to your slutty fucking moans all morning I don’t think I can wait any longer,” he wraps his hand around your throat again, squeezing firmly before guiding you up to your feet, standing along with you. He flicks at the shoulder of your cardigan with his free hand. “Off,” he demands. You shimmy out of it instantly, letting it drop to the floor and pool around your feet. 

“Give me your color,” he whispers, his grip on your throat loosening.

“Still very green, my love,” you smirk at him as he nods, squeezing tighter again. 

“So pretty with my hand around your neck,”  he praises you, your head spinning as you work to inhale. “I can’t, fuck,” he lets his resolve crack, crashing his lips into yours.

He kisses you hard, fingers carding through your hair as he parts your lips with his tongue. “I’ll take my time with you later,” he mumbles against your mouth, swiping his tongue over yours. You kiss each other like you’ve been apart for weeks; desperate pawing, panting, whining. 

“Lay down,” he orders you, groaning at the string of saliva connecting your mouths as he pulls away from you. He holds your waist as he spins the both of you around, putting you at the foot of the bed before pushing you onto the mattress. You catch yourself on your elbows, scooting back as he crawls on top of you, sloppily kissing you the whole way, moving together until you’re settled in the pillows against the headboard. 

He kisses you from your lips, up to the hinge of your jaw, down the column of your neck. You lay back against the pillows, so familiar with the way he loves to map your body with his mouth. He spreads your legs with his knees, splaying you open wide for him, your bare cunt clenching around nothing at the sudden exposure. 

He kisses down to your chest as his hands run up your thighs, bypassing your aching core to run up your stomach, one hand dipping beneath your tank top to palm your breast. You gasp at the sensation of his calloused hand kneading your supple flesh, a whine escaping as he runs a thumb over your nipple. He pulls your tank top up with his free hand, exposing your breasts to the cool air. 

“Sangie,” you thread your fingers through his hair as he kisses down the valley between your breasts, tightening your grip when he catches one of your nipples between his teeth. “Fuck,” you whisper, looking down at him as he flicks his tongue over it. His eyes meet yours briefly before they roll back as he sucks your nipple into his mouth. 

“Baby,” you whine, the feeling of his mouth on you making your head spin. “I need you,” 

“Mhm,” his mouth pops off of you briefly before his teeth graze over the top of one of your breasts, the sensation dissolving into pleasurable pain as he bites down. 

“Ah!” You yelp as his teeth scrape over your skin, panting as he soothes the bite with his tongue, sucking with the intention to leave a mark. 

“You forgot your manners again, pretty girl,” he bites you again, on your stomach this time, and you glance down to see the first mark blooming with shades of red and purple as he paints another. 

“Fuck, I—“ your voice catches in your throat at the third bite, lower on your stomach, inching closer to where you need him. ”Please Yeo, I need it,” 

“Need what, hm? Use your words,” the next bite is harder than the last, and it has you squirming, desperately pushing your hips into him as his teeth dig into the inside of your thigh. 

“Your mouth, please, please,” you rock your hips against nothing, your boyfriend keeping his distance to encourage more of your delicious whining. 

“You sound so pretty when you beg, my little whore,” he spreads your legs wide, fingers splayed across the insides of your thighs. He watches your cunt clench at the word, smirking to himself before spitting directly on your heat. 

“Oh,” you feel his warm saliva slide from your clit to your entrance, the sensation making you squirm underneath him. “Sangie, please,” 

“Mhm,” he finally settles between your legs, threading his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer to his waiting mouth. 

He licks the blooming purple bite on your thigh, trailing wet kisses up, closer and closer, pressing one last kiss before finally spreading you open with his tongue. Your back arches instantly, leaning into his mouth. He licks you from your entrance up to your clit, groaning at the taste of you. 

“Fuck,” you whine, gripping his hair, holding him against you. He laps at you, flicking the firm point of his tongue over your swollen clit over and over. 

“Mmm,” he growls against you, the vibrations drawing a whimper up your throat. He eats you like a man starved, as he always does, digging his fingers into your hips and caging you in against his mouth. 

“So good, Sangie, ah–” you yelp as his teeth scrape against your clit, a low chuckle vibrating through you at your reaction. He sucks your sensitive bud into his mouth, one hand loosening its grip on your hip to weave around to your throbbing entrance. 

You feel two fingers inching up the inside of your thigh, the light touch prickling goosebumps across your skin. The moment you look down at him, he pops his mouth off of you, briefly sucking his fingers into his mouth, your arousal shining on his chin. His dark eyes don’t leave yours as he guides his fingers to your center, teasingly running them through your wetness before plunging them deep inside you. 

“Ah!” You cry out at the sudden sensation, deep arousal coursing through your body as you watch your boyfriend rut against the mattress in time with the thrust of his fingers. He finds that tender spot inside of you easily, hitting it with each pump.

“So tight, are you sure you’ll be able to take me? Hm?” He scissors his fingers inside of you, the sound of how wet you are making his cock twitch in his sweatpants. “Gonna stretch you open so I can stuff you fucking full,” you whine at his words, his dirty mouth driving you mad. “My pretty little cocksleeve, made for me,” 

“I can take you,” you nod, watching him add a third finger, the stretch stinging at first but quickly dissolving into pleasure. “I can, I can,” you repeat, “m-made for you Sangie, I was–” your words evaporate into thin air as he sucks your clit into his mouth again, rolling his tongue over and over. 

You feel your orgasm quickly approaching, warmth rushing to your center. You roll your hips on his mouth, holding him against you, hoping he’ll let you get there. He must sense you trying to take control, slowing his fingers slightly. Feeling your orgasm fading away, you whine, struggling to push your hips harder onto his fingers. He chuckles against you before pulling away completely. 

“Fuck!” You cry out in frustration, “what the fuck,” 

“Watch your fucking mouth,” he scolds you, pushing up onto his knees between your legs, a dark patch spreading on his sweatpants where the head of his leaking cock presses against the fabric. “Trying to come without my permission, and you think you can speak to me like that?” You feel your cheeks reddening as you realize what you did, your eyes widening at the hard set of his jaw. He’s pissed. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, tilting his head to one side until his neck cracks. 

“Flip over.” 

You’re frozen, propped up on your elbows staring at him, mouth hanging open. “W-what? I–” 

“Did I stutter? Flip the fuck over. Ass up. Now.” 

You scramble to roll onto your stomach, pushing up onto your hands and knees. “I didn’t mean to, Yeo, I’m s-sorry,” your cunt is throbbing in anticipation as you spread your thighs wide, dropping onto your elbows just how you know he wants you. 

“I’m sure you didn’t, greedy girl,” you hear shuffling behind you, feeling him getting closer to you, but not yet touching you. “How many, hm? Five?” You feel fingers ghosting across the middle of your back, trailing slowly down your spine. “Ten?” You shiver, knowing you can take ten but desperately wanting him inside of you sooner than that. 

“You’re lucky my cock is fucking aching right now or I’d do fifteen,” he growls, “how about five, hm?” His hand glides over the swell of your ass, and you have to stop yourself from leaning into his touch.

“Five,” you confirm, settling into the pillows beneath you.

“Five it is.” His hand disappears and your breath hitches in your throat. “Count.” A crack rings through the room as he spanks you hard, the warmth of the sting rushing straight to your core. 

“One,” you cry out, breath heaving. 

“Good.” Another spank, a little harder than the last. 

“Two,” your pussy clenches at the burn, and you can already feel the skin of your ass turning red. 

He doesn’t warn you before spanking you a third time, but he lets his hand linger to soothe your angry skin for a moment. 

“Three,” 

Another. 

“Four,” your voice cracks, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. 

“Color?” Your boyfriend asks from behind you, a hint of worry in his voice. 

“Green, I can do it, one more,” your words rush out, wanting to let him know you’re okay. 

“One more,” he confirms, bringing his hand down one last time, keeping it there to massage your sore skin. 

“Five,” you sob into the pillow, finally leaning into his touch, letting him guide your hips down to the mattress. 

“You did so well, pretty,” he leans over you, kissing you behind your ear as he brushes your hair to the side. “My good girl,” 

“Please, baby, I want you,” each hard smack on your ass only made you more and more desperate for your boyfriend. You know he wants to take care of you, check in, make sure you’re okay, but you need him badly. You roll over onto your back, and he hovers over you, only softness and concern in his eyes now. You open your legs, pulling him between them, his hardness resting against your core through his sweatpants.

“I’m okay, please Sangie,” you reach for him, cupping his cheek in your palm, wrapping your fingers around the back of his neck, tugging him closer. 

“Jagi,” he whispers, “are you sure?” He kisses your forehead, letting his lips linger a moment before pulling back to look at you.

“Mhm,” you nod, your hand trailing down to the hem of his tank top. He lets you pull it up slightly before helping you take it off completely. His skin glows under the sunlight streaming through your windows, casting gentle shadows to emphasize each one of his muscles. You pull your own top off over your head too, fully bare for him. You roll your hips against his clothed cock, drawing a groan up his throat.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he drinks you in, admiring your soft form. All dominance has faded from his mannerisms, loving and sheer want taking over. 

“Kiss me,” you reach for him, and he meets you halfway to press his lips to yours. His need for you takes over, and he licks into your mouth as he rushes to pull his sweatpants and boxer briefs down. His length bumps against your heat, Yeosang hissing at the feeling, rocking against you as he kicks his pants off completely. 

He breaks the kiss to kneel between your legs, fisting his angry, leaking cock. He pumps himself twice as he adjusts his positioning, running the tip of his cock through your arousal. “Ready?” He asks, nudging at your aching entrance. 

You nod, reaching for him. He leans over you, letting out a shuddering breath as he pushes into you, filling you in one swift thrust. You moan at the feeling, the sound swallowed by his mouth against yours. He pulls out to the tip as he glides his tongue over your bottom lip, then slams into you.

“Shit,” you mumble against his lips, licking into his mouth. He meets your kisses hungrily, tangling his tongue with yours as he moves his hips, slowly at first, then pumping into you with a slow and steady rhythm. 

You wrap your legs around him, locking your ankles behind his back as he picks up the pace, hitting deeper with each thrust, but not quite deep enough. 

“Harder, Yeo,” you break the kiss to ask, “need you deeper,” 

He chuckles darkly, knowing just how to get the angle you need. He straightens, staying inside of you as he lifts your hips with ease, keeping you suspended in a solid grip as he guides your hips to meet his thrusts, instantly hitting your g-spot. 

“Fuck, yes,” you cry out, letting him masterfully handle your body, bumping against that sensitive spot over and over. 

“So pretty taking my cock,” he praises you, fucking into you impossibly hard, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. “I love you so fucking much, my good girl,” 

“I love you,” you pant, getting closer and closer to the edge as he fucks into you, but you want to take care of him first. “W-wanna ride you, Sangie,” he slows down at your proposal. 

“You sure?” He knows your body must be spent, but you’re determined. 

“Wanna make you feel good,” you whine, “please?”

“I can’t say no to those eyes,” he grins.

He pulls out of you to roll you on top of him, easily maneuvering your body until you’re straddling him, his head nestled in the pillows. He lays back, eyes twinkling as he waits for you to take over. 

You reach for his cock, wrapping your fingers around it, his eyes rolling back as you slowly pump him. “Mm,” he moans at the feeling, resting his hands on your thighs as you adjust to line him up with your entrance. His fingers dig into your thighs as you slowly lower yourself onto him, gasping as your clit grazes his skin once he’s fully seated inside of you. 

“Fuck, jagiya,” he runs his hands up your thighs and around your hips to hold you still for a moment. “Be gentle with me, I don’t want this to be over too soon,” he chuckles. 

“We have all day, baby,” you lift your hips slightly despite his firm grip on you, but he doesn’t stop you. You drop back down, drawing another beautiful moan from his lips. His grip loosens as he gives in to you, and you start bouncing your hips, his cock reaching deep inside you. You plant your hands in the middle of his chest as you find your rhythm. 

He watches you with lidded eyes, his jaw hanging open as you take what you need. He reaches a hand up to palm your breast, your head falling back as he thumbs your nipple. It doesn’t take long for your climax to start building, his thumb on your nipple and your clit rocking against him bringing you right back to the precipice. 

You know he’s close too, his breathing turning shallow and his grip tightening on your hips. 

“Come here,” he wraps a hand around the back of your neck, pulling you down to kiss him. 

The new angle gives him space to plant his feet on the mattress and roll his hips up into you, matching your rhythm. 

“Need to fill you up,” he pants, 

“Yes, please,” you squeeze around him, feeling him twitch inside of you. Warmth spreads throughout your body as you inch closer and closer to release, each rock of your clit against him pushing you there. 

“Come with me,” he commands you, your body tensing in his grasp as it washes over you. He fucks up into you twice more before he stills, spilling hot inside of you, groaning into your mouth. He lowers his hips slowly, guiding yours with him, staying inside of you, letting you collapse against his chest. 

You both struggle to catch your breath, holding each other close while you come down. He strokes your hair, and you let your eyes flutter closed at the feeling, listening to the slowing beat of his heart.

“Wanna get more comfortable?” He asks, and you laugh, suddenly aware of how sore your hips are feeling, and the stinging lingering on your ass from your earlier punishments.

“Mhm,” you let him lift you off of him, guiding your pliant form onto your bed. He rolls you onto your belly, settling behind you to massage your hips. He rubs gentle circles into your skin, the soreness and tension in your tired muscles melting away under his skilled hands. 

“I’ll be right back, my love,” he softly says as he hops up to wiggle back into his sweatpants, “I want to get something to clean you up, I’ll just be a minute.” He kisses your forehead before padding out of the room. You stretch your tired limbs, listening to the rustling and sounds of running water from down the hallway. 

A moment later, Yeosang comes back into the room, his arms full of various things for you. He plugs in your heating pad, letting it warm up as he wipes his release from your inner thighs with a warm towel. You watch him as he bustles around the room, setting water and Tylenol on your nightstand and fluffing up your pillow for you. He grabs you a clean pair of underwear and one of your big sleep shirts, gently helping you dress, peppering you with kisses all the while. 

You snuggle up facing his side of the bed, letting him cover you with a blanket and lay your heating pad over your lower back. He finally slides under the blanket with you, and you lay your head on his chest, throwing one leg over him, effectively caging him in. He chuckles at your clinginess. 

“How’re you feeling?” He whispers, peppering kisses along your hairline. 

“Perfect,” you nuzzle into him, and he rests his chin on top of your head. 

“That wasn’t too much?” 

“Of course not,” you assure him. “If it was, I would’ve told you to stop.” 

He nods, accepting your response, wrapping an arm around your waist. You lay together in comfortable silence for a moment. You feel yourself starting to drift off, until his voice cuts through.

“Baby?” Yeosang says, a note of hesitance in his tone. 

“Hm?” 

“Can I tell you a secret?” He whispers, squeezing your waist. 

“Of course,” you respond, rubbing a finger over a freckle on his chest. 

“I dropped that pan on purpose.” You can hear the smile in his voice as he confesses to you. 

“Kang Yeosang!” You scold him through your laughter, lightly smacking his chest. You prop yourself up to look at him, and he sheepishly smiles back at you.

“Sorry!” He apologizes half-heartedly, “I didn’t want you having all the fun without me.” 

“Well next time,” you inch closer to him, “why don’t you wake me up with your mouth instead,” you brush your lips over his as his arm tightens around your waist. 

”You don’t have to ask me twice,” he kicks the blanket off of you to roll you onto your back, crawling on top of you, swallowing your giddy giggles as he kisses you. He spreads your legs with his knees, dropping gentle kisses down your jawline. You quickly pull your heating pad out from under you and toss it on the floor. 

“Quick,” he whispers, “pretend to be asleep.” You close your eyes as he slides down your body, settling between your legs once again, and you realize you’ll definitely be in bed for the rest of the day. 

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hope u enjoyed (: xo

[anxiouscherubs]

sunday morning (teaser)

if everything goes according to plan, this will be posted TONIGHT!!! lil teaser for yall, brb while i finish writing ♡︎ it’s posted !!! enjoy (:

“Should I bring you to bed, or take you here first?” He bites down on your shoulder, growling into your skin.

You whimper at the sensation, “now, Yeo please, I need you to touch me now,” your hands float up to his hair, lacing through his dark locks.

“Mm,” he tuts, “what if I want to do both?” He pulls away from you to look into your eyes, pupils blown wide with desire. He brings a hand to your chin, thumbing your bottom lip. You open your mouth for him instinctively, and he hooks his thumb on your bottom teeth, tilting your head up at him. “Why don’t I make you come once here, and then I’ll take you to bed and fuck you back to sleep.”

hehe BYE

[anxiouscherubs]

I know you have a handful of things you are working on but do you think light me up will ever get a part 2 i love your writing so much but I fear im attached to it

hii !! yes i have a part 2 to light me up started, i just have a few wips i wanna get out first (: but it will come eventually i promise !!! im also attached to it 😭

[anxiouscherubs]

ok so i AM working on my dom!yeo fic but i also have a parasite in my brain that will not rest until i write about mr. choi seungcheol. im gonna try to have my yeosang fic done by the end of the month but we will see 🫡