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smileysuh · 2 years

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celebrated

🌙 staring. Wonwoo & Mingyu x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. after a long week working overseas, mingyu calls you and wonwoo to make sure you still miss him. And, because he’s the ‘breadwinner’ of the day, supposedly- he’s going to get to call more of the shots ;)

cw/ tw. 3some, phone sex, voyeurism, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, power play, sir (1), multiple orgasms, praise, masturbation, unprotected sex, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 2.9k

🍭 aus. non idol, poly au, established relationship, model!Mingyu

☀️ mlist + an. this pairing is my life blood and I don't care who knows it

“We should really wait-” you suggest, as your boyfriend strips you naked with an impatient set to his jaw.

“We’ve been waiting for Mingyu for an hour-” Wonwoo insists. “I bet, if we opened up social media, we’d see he’s at the Prada Afterparty-”

“Louis Vuitton,” you correct- only to furrow your brows in confusion, “or- wait-”

It can be hard to keep tabs on all of Mingyu’s whereabouts as a top model in the industry- even after dating for a couple of months.

“Speak of the devil,” Wonwoo grins when his phone buzzes in his pocket, and a moment later, your other lover is on FaceTime.

“Did you start without me?” Mingyu asks when Wonwoo shows him your half-naked form.

“We were about to,” the elder of your boyfriends' retorts. “What took you so long to get back to your hotel room?”

“You know-” Mingyu sighs, “I had to fight off the hot girls-”

“You must be too tired to watch us fuck then,” Wonwoo quickly shuts down the teasing, knowing that after an hour of waiting for Mingyu, you’re in no mood for his egotistical bullshit.

Mingyu groans. “Stop-”

“You stop,” Wonwoo tuts, shaking his head and handing you the phone so he can get back to his task of taking off your sweatpants. “Tell us about your show.”

“I thought my reward for being a ‘working man’ was a phone call where I get to be the dom,” Mingyu pouts dramatically.

“You get to be a dom, not the dom,” Wonwoo corrects him. “Just tell us about your show. Were you modeling for Prada, or Louis Vuitton?”

You love the sly look Wonwoo gives you, the little sneer before he settles between your legs, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh while Mingyu goes on a rant about Wonwoo being horrible for not remembering, because of course he’s at a Prada show-

You feel bad because it had been your mistake, not Wonwoo’s- he had known all along- in fact, he’d even said, speak of the devil, and what does the devil wear?

“Prada is in every season-” Mingyu continues while Wonwoo adjusts your thighs over his shoulders, his breath hot against your core- and the model’s annoyance dissipates at the view- “I guess I did keep you waiting for a long time…”

You smile at the fact that you can see Mingyu’s reactions, but all he can see is Wonwoo between your legs.

“Did you guys do anything while you waited?” Mingyu asks while swallowing thickly, and you take a moment to appreciate how pretty he looks-

“Tried to be patient, but I gave her my thigh till she was a moaning mess- and then we took her shirt off-”

“Then you called,” you cut Wonwoo off, shifting with impatience.

With a smile, Wonwoo repeats for the third time; “Tell us about your show.”

Mingyu groans. “It was good, I’ll send you videos tomorrow- baby?”

“Yes, Gyu?”

“Do you miss me?”

“Of course I miss you,” you coo at your lover while Wonwoo moves your panties to the side- “I think about you all the time.”

“You do?”

“Uh huh.” You close your eyes and lean back against the pillows, enjoying the feeling of Wonwoo’s tongue, as it licks a stripe of your pussy-

“She’s been whining about missing your mouth,” Wonwoo teases, pressing a sloppy kiss to your inner thigh.

“Really?” Mingyu’s tone has dipped, and there's silence on the line for a second, then; “Have you not been taking care of our girl?”

“I’ve been taking care of her very well,” Wonwoo says, reaching up and plucking the phone from your grasp.

He straightens between your legs, panning the camera shot to take in your whole body until it reaches your face- “Isn’t that right, gorgeous?”

“Uh huh,” you nod quickly, reaching to grab at the waistband of Wonwoo’s sweatpants-

The camera pans down and Wonwoo grins.

“What’s up, baby?” he toys, gently removing your fingers from tugging at him-

“We waited-”

“Yeah Gyu,” Wonwoo laughs; “We waited.”

“I’m sorry,” Mingyu groans.

“If you keep apologizing to me like that,” the elder of your boyfriends says smoothly, “you’ll never have control of this call.”

Wonwoo is grinning a the phone, and you know the camera’s fixed on you- so at the moment, Wonwoo is holding all the power. He can see Mingyu, he can control the view, and he’s the one calling the shots-

“Fine,” there’s a pause then, “you both waited for me because I’m a model for Prada, now be happy I’m here and not at the afterparty, because I did my best to get here- I’ve been thinking about this all day, and I’m the one being celebrated tonight for doing a runway- so you’ll do what I say.”

Wonwoo looks up at you, and gives a small nod, a smile on his lips when his gaze falls to the phone again. “What did you have in mind, Mingyu?”

“First, you’ll prop the phone up on my tripod next to the bed so I can see everything without your hand being so shaky-”

“Watch it-” Wonwoo warns, but he moves off the bed to follow through with the instruction despite the personal jab-

“That’s better,” Mingyu says when everything is set up, “but princess, we gotta get you naked.”

“I’ll get to it,” the man who joins you on the bed says with a laugh, and you sit up to accommodate the hand that slips under your back to undo the clasp of your bra.

As soon as the material is pulled away, Wonwoo has you pressed to the mattress again, his lips on your neck while he palms at your breast.

“I miss your boobs,” Mingyu’s voice cuts through the feeling of Wonwoo on top of you, and you turn your head to look at the phone.

“You see lots of boobs pre runway-” you tease, gasping when Wonwoo pinches at your nipple as if to tell you that you’re ‘toeing a line-’

Then you realize, if Mingyu is in charge tonight, and not just your usual soft switchy boyfriend, you can’t be as playful-

“None of them are yours,” Mingyu states- he obviously hadn’t seen your mistake, or the way Wonwoo quietly chastised you for it. “And how about your pretty pussy? I bet your panties are just sticking to you-”

“I’m so wet-” you confirm, “Wonwoo’s been teasing me-”

“Right- with his thigh-” Mingyu swallows thickly, “and then he got so close to giving in to you- gave you just a bit of his tongue- but he pulled away to talk to me, isn’t that right angel?”

“Yes, sir.”

“He’s a sir now?” Wonwoo breathes hot against your skin as his mouth descends down your body-

“Sounds like he owes you one orgasm- or two, or three-” Mingyu trails off and you find yourself grinning down at Wonwoo, who is looking up at you with a look of realization.

You’re both ganging up on him-

When you give Wonwoo push back by yourself, you’re just a brat.

When Mingyu gives push back, he learns a thing or two about patience-

But with both you and Mingyu together? And an agreement that Mingyu gets dom power on this call?

Things have shifted more than Wonwoo had realized they would, but when his first command from Mingyu is “eat her out until she’s quaking, and then we’ll decide if she should have some more” - well, Wonwoo’s not complaining.

He strips you of your panties, settling between your legs in Mingyu’s usual spot. in the week that your lover’s been away, things have simply been busy, and Wonwoo hasn’t been able to take his time with you- hasn’t had Mingyu in the wings-

“Bet you’ve been missing this,” Wonwoo practically purrs as he pulls you towards his mouth-

Both you and Mingyu let out sounds of affirmation, and Wonwoo’s happy to know that despite any momentary power you and Mingyu had as a united little front- you’re still putty in his hands.

“He gets sloppy with you,” Wonwoo notes, “Mingyu.”

You groan, nodding and shifting your hips towards his face-

“Do you like it sloppy?” Wonwoo can’t help but grin at your movements, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh before letting out a deep breath that fans across your wet heat, making you shiver.

“I like it eager,” you respond, enjoying this form of dirty talk- “Mingyu always eats me like he’s starved.”

“Does he?” Wonwoo taunts, ignoring the groan that comes from the phone. “I guess I should give that a try, huh?”

His hands spread your thighs open, and his mouth makes contact with your core, wet tongue dipping into your hole while you scramble to grab at his hair-

“Fuck- Wonwoo-” you shift your hips, closing your eyes and letting your head loll back to the mattress-

Mingyu’s voice makes you tingle when he asks; “How’s he feel?”

“So good-”

“Does he feel like me?”

“He feels-” you let out a whine when Wonwoo focuses in on your clit, and he keeps your legs open with steady hands- “I’m so-”

“Is he really that good?” Mingyu’s tone has shifted to shock, and you can’t blame him. After waiting for an hour to finally get any real action, you and Wonwoo have more pent up energy than you’d realized, and you’re eager for a release-

“I’m gonna- Gyu- please-”

Wonwoo does something Mingyu doesn’t often do while eating you out for a first course- he uses his fingers, and the feeling of two digits slipping into your wet heat has your head spinning.

“You’re cumming already?” Mingyu asks-

“Yes-”

“Then come on, pretty girl, let go for us,” your soft lover groans, making you whine even louder as you fall over the edge- “That’s it baby- fuck, you sound so pretty-”

Wonwoo does his first duty diligently; he eats you out until you’re quaking, and only then does he pull away from your core, fingers continuing to pump in and out of you, their pace drastically slowed-

“What now, Mingyu?” he asks, thumb finding your clit- “I could work another out of her really easily.”

“Do it.”

You’re taken aback at how quickly Mingyu is agreeing with his hyung- and the pressure that’s applied to your clit has your legs threatening to close around Wonwoo’s shoulders, a gasp tumbling from your lips-

“Another?” you question, looking down at Wonwoo desperately.

“Another,” he confirms, bringing his face down to your entrance again-

His mouth is better than his thumb, but it’s also so much worse- because his tongue and the suction of his lips can do things to you that a finger never could- and you’re still so sensitive from your first orgasm-

“Wonwoo-” you wiggle in his grasp, and Wonwoo lifts a hand to splay his fingers across your lower abdomen, pinning you-

“Cum for us again,” Mingyu says simply. “Come on baby, I know you can do it- who’s our good girl?”

“I am,” you whimper, grabbing at the bedsheets-

“And what’s our good girl gonna do for us?”

“I’m gonna cum!” you gasp, the knot in your stomach wound impossibly tight before releasing.

“Fuck-” Mingyu groans loudly, and the sound makes you even more delirious as waves of pleasure slam into you, aided by the man who continues his work between your legs-

“Wonwoo-” you whimper breathlessly, tangling your fingers in his hair-

He lets up, pulling his mouth away from your core while his fingers work you through your high.

It’s amazing to have two people’s attention again-

Mingyu’s not been gone on his trip for long, but even a week of his absence is felt more than you can describe-

“Did you cum too, Mingyu?” Wonwoo’s voice makes you open your eyes, and you turn to look at the phone-

“Maybe,” comes a muffled response, and you realize Mingyu’s carrying his phone- it gets set down, and then comes the sound of running water. A moment later, Mingyu is letting out a deep breath and things are settling again. “I just really miss you guys.”

“You fly back tomorrow night though,” Wonwoo says, removing his fingers from your core to lick them clean.

“Yeah, but I have schedule all day until the airport-” Mingyu groans.

“Baby,” Wonwoo looks down at you slyly, “it sounds like Mingyu’s saying he’s going to be too tired to fuck you tomorrow night when he gets back from his work trip.”

“What?” you sit up, looking towards the phone-

“I just- might be tired tomorrow is all,” Mingyu says, flopping down onto his hotel bed.

“Sleep on the plane,” Wonwoo suggests, pushing his pants down to remove his achingly hard cock-

“You guys are going to pick me up when I land, right?”

“We wouldn’t miss it,” the man rubbing his length between your folds assures his friend before slipping into you with a groan.

“Fuck-” Mingyu lets out his own sound as he adjusts his hold on his phone, watching you and Wonwoo with interest-

“It’s okay if you’re too tired-” you begin, only to cut yourself off with a whine of pleasure when Wonwoo adjusts your leg on his hip- “It’s okay if you’re too tired to fuck me when you get back home,” you assure Mingyu- “Wonwoo will- Wonwoo can fuck me really good before you come home and then we can just sleep-”

“Stop, you guys are the worst,” Mingyu groans, eyebrows pulled together in concentration as he watches Wonwoo fuck you into the mattress.

“You know, I was considering switching up the position to give Gyu a better view-” Wonwoo breathes, “but if he’s going to be like this-”

“Give me the view.”

Wonwoo gives in with a laugh, and before you know it, you’re on your knees with your back to his chest while he fucks up into you from behind, your boobs on display for the third member of your trio, miles away but connected on facetime.

“Fuck- baby, you’re so pretty-” Mingyu groans, and you can tell he has his hand on his cock again, but your view only includes his face-

“She is, isn’t she?” Wonwoo’s breath is hot against your shoulder, and his fingers dig into your hips while he thrusts into you.

“Even with all the other models and pretty girls in the world,” Mingyu shakes his head, swallowing thickly, “there’s only you.”

Wonwoo laughs when your pussy squeezes him at his friend's words. “He always knows what to say to you, doesn’t he, gorgeous?”

You nod, and a moment later, Wonwoo’s digits are on your chin, prompting you to the side so you can meet his lips-

He presses into you fully, holding still while his tongue invades your mouth, and then the hand on your hip slides down to your clit-

“Wonwoo-”

“One more baby,” he tells you softly, “you can give us one more, right?”

You can- as long as it’s only one more.

After an hour of waiting, and then two back-to-back orgasms, you’re already feeling like you’ve been spread a little thin, but one more orgasm is doable of course-

“Look at Mingyu when you cum,” Wonwoo instructs, gently drawing circles on your clit while his lips press kisses to your throat. “He’s been good and patient most of the week while busy with work, so he deserves it, don’t you think?”

You nod eagerly, opening your eyes to stare at the phone, where Mingyu stares back.

Mingyu sits up, biting at his lip with interest before asking, ”You’re gonna cum for us?”

“Yes, Gyu-” you tell him, lifting your hands to your breasts while Wonwoo finds a pace behind you again. Each thrust has your boobs bouncing, and the fingers on your clit are unrelenting now-

“Then cum.” Wonwoo’s breath is hot on the nape of your neck, and it makes you shiver-

Your core tightens on your boyfriend’s length and you both let out groans of pleasure-

It’s difficult to keep your eyes open, but you watch Mingyu, listening to the sounds of both men coming undone with you- Wonwoo moves his hand from your clit to anchor your hips during his final few thrusts, and you can hear Mingyu panting-

As things come to a stop, Wonwoo lets out a deep breath and Mingyu mutters, “fuck” before he’s tossing his phone down and the screen goes black while he audibly lumbers to the bathroom.

Wonwoo chuckles against your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to your skin.

“It will be good to have him back tomorrow,” he says.

You agree, and the two of you get cleaned up. When you return to the bedroom and take your phone off the tripod, you find Mingyu settled under his covers, a sleepy expression on his face.

“You had a long day,” you empathize, smiling at the pretty man you call your boyfriend, “walking a runway-”

“Cumming twice,” Wonwoo adds with a grin, joining you on your bed.

“I’m tired-” Mingyu says, “but I missed you guys. Can we watch an episode of our show on Netflix together before I sleep?”

“Of course,” you respond, and Wonwoo’s already grabbing for his laptop. “And Mingyu?”

“Yeah?”

You smile, heart swelling- “Congratulations on completing your show.”

The model simply grins. “You can congratulate me tomorrow.”

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“I’m gross from the airport,” Mingyu insists when you pick him up at the terminal to take him home. Despite the possible germs he may have concocted while abroad, he doesn’t complain when you suggest sitting together in the back of the car while Wonwoo drives.

Your boyfriend is obviously exhausted- he hardly talks at all, simply holds you close while Wonwoo checks on the two of you every now and again through the rearview mirror.

“He needs a shower,” the elder of your lovers concludes when you’re on the way up to your apartment a short time later, and Mingyu doesn’t complain about this either.

Soon, you find yourself stripping Mingyu of his clothes while steam fills the bathroom.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask while pulling off your shirt.

The model yawns, stretching his arms over his head- and your eyes go to the band of his Calvin Kleins- fingers itching to reach out-

“I’m tired, but-” Mingyu rubs his eyes, swallowing thickly and returning his gaze to you, “but once we’re in the shower, I’ll be better.”

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𝙈𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚/𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙬𝙤𝙣 𝑭𝒊𝒄 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒔

♡ Fluff || ୨୧ Angst || ★ Smut || ꗃ SMAU || ⌗ Series || ✿ Drabble || ♤ Mature (No smut) || ✹ Humor

[ These do not contain ship (Mingyu x wonwoo) fic recs. (Maybe slight unless stated in fics) ]

(Contains poly, love triangle, and others)

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Glitch ୨୧♡★ -> @gamerwoo

Summary: After your boyfriend goes missing and you can all only assume he’s dead, your boss assigns you a new partner. But considering you don’t want to get close to anybody again in fear of something going wrong again, living together is a lot easier said than done. However, you don’t get hurt the way you think you will.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ A break ♡★ -> @smileysuh

Synopsis: You and Mingyu live a perfect life. He’s an idol by day, and a doting husband by night, who showers your new baby with adoration. Life is easy- but when Mingyu starts paying more attention, he realizes why things are so easy: because it’s not just the two of you raising your baby, there’s a third person involved, and your baby has no concept of what differentiates a dad from a baby sitter.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Bittersweet ୨୧♡★✹⌗ -> @number1mingyustan

Summary: your priorities have always been surrounding your education. but what happens when you ask your neighbor to help you let loose a little and just maybe catch the eye of his best friend?

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Rules ♡★ -> @smileysuh

Synopsis: Morning sex with Mingyu is always really amazing- but it comes with rules.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Eggs, Bacon & Sausage sandwich ♡★ -> @bitchlessdino

Summary: Mingyu being the common denominator for the strained acquaintanceship of both you and Wonwoo, he's determined to make this friendship work.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Anteric ♡★ -> @smileysuh

when you bump into the guy that ghosted you, your model best friend and roommate, Mingyu, steps up to be your fake boyfriend for the night... and when the asshole is hired at your workplace, your other roommate, twitch gamer Wonwoo, is roped into the charade too - “polyamory exists dude, get over it.”

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Roomies ♡♤ -> @fairiewonu

summary: you suggest an idea for your two bickering roommates wonwoo and mingyu

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Besties ♡✹★ -> @smileysuh

Synopsis: Your best friend drags you to a frat party despite your budding relationship with a man named Mingyu, and your best friend even convinces you to let loose, after all, you might not be single for much longer... however when he tells you to let your freak flag fly and kiss randoms- neither of you can foresee the massive blunder you make when ‘some random’ ends up being the best friend of your new ‘boyfriend not boyfriend’.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Between heaven + hell ♡★ -> @beahae Kiss her once for me , Two is better than one

Summary: Two of your hot friends get very into their halloween costumes. But when they said they were going to be an angel and a devil, this is not what you expected.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Class project ★ -> @smileysuh

synopsis. You’re less than enthusiastic about being paired with notorious frat boys Mingyu and Wonwoo for a class project. They make it a point to change your opinion of them... by being the ultimate meanies.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Good to us ★ -> @multi-kpop-fanfics

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Celebrated ★ -> @smileysuh

synopsis: after a long week working overseas, mingyu calls you and wonwoo to make sure you still miss him. And, because he’s the ‘breadwinner’ of the day, supposedly- he’s going to get to call more of the shots ;)

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Getting closer ★♡✹ -> @milfgyuu Part 2

Summary: As it turns out, you could learn a few things about yourself from your roomies who are far more attuned to your needs than you thought.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Hazed ★♡ -> @smileysuh

synopsis: tensions have been high for a while, but an edible becomes the catalyst to a trio’d ascension to cloud 9, being a little hazy has never felt so good

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Midnight appetite ★ -> @writeformesinpie

Summary - You have found yourself in possession of an invite to the exclusive host club The Midnight Appetite. Within moments of walking into the establishment, one of the hosts sinks his claws in, staking his claim on you for the night. It isn’t long, though, before he adds another to your table. This isn’t how you thought your night would go.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Call him bestie in bed ♡୨୧★ -> @luxekook

summary: you realize you’re in love with your best friends. chaos ensues.

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ From winter to spring ♡୨୧✹ -> @viastro @sunlightwoo

synopsis: ‘all good things come with a cost.’ mingyu was warned from the beginning of your marriage as it somehow led to your divorce. so at the cost of him divorcing you, what did it mean for him if he found himself going back in time to see your life without him?

❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘ ⌕ Work husband ♡✹ -> @rubyreduji

summary: your two coworkers get a bit too involved in becoming your “work husband”

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call him bestie in bed | minwon

❯ pairing: mingyu x reader x wonwoo

❯ genre: best friends to lovers, slight angst, smut, fluff

❯ summary: you realize you’re in love with your best friends. chaos ensues.

❯ word count: 8.2k

❯ warnings: 18+, cursing, reader thirsts over minwon (and who can blame them?), some miscommunication and self-sabotaging behaviors (reader is an idiot for a hot sec), light drinking, brief mention of heavy drinking (one reference to a past event), dirty talk, jealousy, teasing, everyone is a switch but mingyu’s a total baby boy and reader calls wonu daddy, mingyu likes degradation and denial uwu, wonwoo just wants to please uwuwuwuwu, reader has breasts and a vagina and uses she/her pronouns, wonwoo calls reader pretty girl, gyu calls reader baby, smut [heavy makeouts, oral (giving and receiving), fingering, masturbation, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it plz folx), creampies on creampies hehe]

❯ an: this fic is based on the meme "call him bestie during s*x" and on the beautiful gifset by @jaemtens.

It hits you smack in the face at 10:42 PM in the middle of Seungkwan’s crowded kitchen. Unable to look away, you stare at your two best friends as they pose for ‘candids’ courtesy of DK. Mingyu and Wonwoo lounge against the liquor-filled countertop, murmuring to each other in between flashes of smiles.

It’s then that the pesky little thought you’ve somehow suppressed for weeks finally surfaces, detonating all over your life.

You are in love with your best friends.

You’re in love with Mingyu. His generous heart, his pouty sweetness, his natural caretaker persona.

You’re in love with Wonwoo. His quiet strength, his unmatched wit, his ride-or-die attitude.

And the two of them together? The yin-and-yang combination results in such an overwhelming pull that you just can’t ignore any longer. It’s their inner beauty you really fell for first. But the outer beauty? Wow.

You’re vaguely aware that Dino is talking to you about some sort of new TikTok dance he wants to cover, and you nod along with the proper non-committal hums in response. But when Mingyu grabs Wonwoo’s necklace and tugs him closer, your body short circuits. “I need some air,” you gasp out to Dino, pushing past partygoers to escape to the small balcony attached to the apartment.

It’s empty. No one else seems to be willing to risk the frigid winter chill except for you. You hug yourself tightly as you stare out at the city lights twinkling around you. Heaving a sigh, you watch as the fog from your breath dissipates in the breeze.

Honestly, what are you going to do? How the fuck are you supposed to act now? What will they think of you?

Your mind plummets down dark paths filled with rejection and dismay. How could this possibly end well? The beginning of tears sting in your eyes, and everything feels off-kilter.

Maybe you should just go.

“(Y/n)?”

Your eyes shut, shoulders slumping low. It seems you missed the sound of the balcony door under the roar of your restless mind.

“(Y/n),” Wonwoo repeats with a sigh. “What are you doing out here? You’re going to freeze to death. I made Mingyu go grab your coat.”

You give a half-hearted shrug in response, feeling Wonwoo’s sharp inquisitive stare on the side of your face. You can tell he wants to say more, but he’s interrupted by the balcony door opening and closing with a loud thud behind you.

The weight of your jacket immediately envelops your shoulders. “Are you crazy, (y/n)?” Mingyu practically shoves your arms through your coat sleeves for you before tossing Wonwoo his own jacket. “I swear you’re shaving years off our lives! It’s almost December! It snowed yesterday!

“Well yeah, but that was yesterday,” you reply. And apparently that was the wrong response given the fact that both boys are eerily silent until–

“Okay, what’s wrong? Because I know everything was fine before we got here, wasn’t it?” Wonwoo gently takes your chin in his hand and turns you to face him and Mingyu.

They must see the tears glistening in your eyes because Wonwoo curses under his breath. Mingyu’s nostrils flare. “(Y/n),” Mingyu says softly, your name falling like a vow off his lips. “Who do we have to deal with? Was Dino saying something to you? Because that little shit will pay–!”

“No!” You cut him off before he does anything drastic, because Mingyu absolutely will. “I just needed some air. That’s all. The cold makes my eyes water.”

Your friends exchange a long look that you know screams of disbelief, but you are well past caring. You need to blow this popsicle stand. Now. “I’m out of here,” you plaster a hopefully believable smile on your face, “I’ll see you around?”

Without waiting for any sort of response, you push back inside. The sudden noise briefly jolts you, but the heat is a welcome relief. Finding Seungkwan in the living room, you thank him for the invite and assure him you’ll get home safely. It’s then that you feel their presence again at your back.

“I’m sure you will,” Seungkwan grins at you before looking up at the two boys you’re now certain are right behind you.

You roll your eyes at his antics. “Bye, Boo,” you say, hugging him and kissing his cheek. Seungkwan sends you off with a wave.

Making your way out the door, you stop in the narrow hallway and turn to your friends. “You don’t have to follow me, you know. I’m perfectly capable of getting home by myself.” It’s a difficult feat to meet their hard stares, but you manage it.

“When have we ever let you leave somewhere by yourself, (y/n)?” Wonwoo’s voice is deceptively calm for how annoyed he seems to be by your statement. Too bad you’re too frazzled to pay it half a mind.

“Doesn’t seem fair of me to interrupt your night,” you reply, crossing your arms in front of you. “I don’t want to be a cockblock.”

“A what!” Mingyu chokes on air, fuming. “The only thing that’s blocking our—!”

Wonwoo cuts Mingyu off with a look that clearly screams shut-the-fuck-up-you-idiot before turning back to you. “(Y/n), where is this coming from? We’re your best friends. You can talk to us.”

It’s that statement that makes you deflate. The air quite literally leaves your body in a wheeze of a sigh. “It’s nothing, Wonwoo. I’m just tired.”

You turn before either boy can respond and start walking down the hallway towards the elevators. After punching the down arrow many more times than necessary, you pull your phone out of your pocket and tap the rideshare app.

“Absolutely not,” Mingyu grabs your phone right out of your hands.

“Kim Mingyu,” you growl, lunging for your stolen device, “Give that back!”

Chuckling, that tall fucking skyscraper only holds it up higher. “No, we drove you here; so we’ll drive you back.”

You stare up at him and his beaming smile, his bright eyes, his beautiful energy. It’s too much. Way too much. You slide your gaze from Mingyu to Wonwoo, who has the smallest smile on his face as he looks at you both. He’s always been just as deadly.

It’s the elevator that saves you. The ding is like a bolt of lightning to your resolve, and you launch forward into the awaiting lift. You’ll let them drive you home and then inhale your emergency pint of Ben and Jerry’s Phish Food. You got this.

Turns out you do not got this. The vibe in Mingyu’s black SUV is not it. Everything with the three of you is usually comfortable, easy. Tonight, you know your quietness is making waves. But what are you supposed to do? Blurt out your bombshell of a realization? Potentially ruin your friendships because you’re scared of a little silence? No way in hell.

You need to process this for at least a few days and plan your actions for another. You had to be smart about this. Wonwoo and Mingyu are too precious, too vital to your life to be risked by any means. It honestly should not have come as a surprise to you that you love them. But maybe denial had been easier until now. Because now you feel as if you want them to love you back more than you want air in your lungs.

Ah, the drama.

Finally, the car pulls up in front of your building. “Thanks for the ride, Gyu,” you turn to him, shooting him the best smile you can muster up.

“Anytime, (y/n). I mean it,” Mingyu’s voice rumbles out of him. His gaze hooks on your smile for a half second too long. You blink and turn to the backseat where Wonwoo’s stretched out in the middle seat. His long legs open wide, practically an invitation– Nope. Not going there. Not today, Satan.

“Bye, Woo,” you smile at him and turn to get out of the car.

“Hey!” Mingyu’s voice trails after you as you hop out of the tall SUV, “No goodbye kiss for me and Wonwoo?”

“Or are those exclusively for Seungkwan?” Wonwoo’s door opens as he gets out to take your spot in the passenger seat. His deep voice is teasing, but his eyes… His eyes demand an answer.

“Well,” you pause, knowing that you’re about to give the most idiotic rationale, “Host a party and maybe I’ll consider it.” With that, you give them the most embarrassing finger wave of your entire life and hightail it out of sight into your building.

Later, your phone chimes with a message. It’s to the main group chat with all of your friends.

It’s from Mingyu.

“Thanks for the party, Seungkwan. Wonu and I got next. See you all Thursday night at ours. ;)”

Fuck.

“Wait, I don’t understand,” your sister squints at you through your phone as you FaceTime, “You’re really going to sit there and tell me that you just realized you like them? As more than just friends? Bitch, our whole family thinks you’re in a poly relationship and supports it. Even great grandma Ethel is jealous of your men.”

The sip of coffee you just took comes flying out of your mouth. “What!” You splutter, coughing. “Please tell me you’re kidding about Granny Ethel.” This is not at all what you expected to hear when calling your older sister for advice after last night’s fiasco.

“Fine, I’m kidding about her, but our entire family does think you’re in a relationship.” She shrugs at you like this isn’t news. “I mean, you know that is how they act with you, right? They act like boyfriends.”

“How?” You rack your brain to try to come up with any fitting example, but you can’t seem to think of a single thing. “They just seem to act like good friends to me.”

“(Y/n)…” Your sister sighs, “I love you, but you are so oblivious. Remember last summer? When Wonwoo and Mingyu came to my graduation party, and we both got a little too drunk off of Mom’s wine stash?”

You laugh, remembering how the boys found you and your sister in the backyard chasing each other with your little cousins’ water guns. “Yeah, I tripped over the sprinkler and hit myself in the face with a Super Soaker.”

Your sister cackles, “Such a priceless memory! But I meant what happened after that.”

“You mean when I got my ass handed to me by two overprotective boys?” You shake your head at the recollection of being carried into the house by Mingyu as Wonwoo ranted your ear off about being more careful.

“More like when you got cuddled and bandaged up by your two beefy boyfriends who then wanted to go set fire to a sprinkler for daring to hurt you,” your sister laughs as your face twists at her words.

“That sprinkler did go missing after your party…” you muse, finally giving in and laughing along with her. Your best friends are menaces, and you love them for it. You love them, period. And if that isn’t the crux of it.

“So, what do I do?” You plead with your sister, “If they do love me like you say they do, how can I know for sure?”

“Just ask them.” She takes one look at your horrified face and scoffs, “Oh please, what happened to (y/n) ‘I’m a bad bitch, you can’t kill me’ (y/l/n)?”

“Never heard of them,” you lie.

Your sister mutters what are surely insults under her breath before shrugging. “Fine, you could just test it out instead. See the response to some different scenarios.”

“Yeah? Like what?” You barely get the question out before your eyes widen in terror at the maniacal smile that splits across your sister’s face.

“Here’s what you’re going to do…”

After spending the next week dodging calls from Wonwoo and Mingyu, sending the barest of texts and contemplating your very existence, you find yourself standing outside of the boys’ apartment.

You’re late. The music already pounds through the walls, the door practically shaking with each thump of bass. You’re pretty sure no one realizes you’re even coming. But that’s what the plan essentially is… at least that’s part of it.

The other part is this outfit. You’re honestly on some real hot girl shit in your tight leather pants, slightly sheer black crop top, and black strappy bra.

Yup, the plan is all about attention. You’re not usually one to demand it, but here you are.

Turning the knob of the door, you strut inside. Your friends are scattered throughout the apartment you know like the back of your hand. The music covers up the sound of the door slamming shut, but not entirely.

“(Y/n)!” Jun yells, practically bowling you over with a hug, “You’re here!”

“Hi, Jun,” you grin up at your affectionate friend, “How’s the party so far?”

“Honestly, the vibes were a bit weird before you got here,” Hoshi butts in from behind Jun. The blond haired boy holds out a beer for you, which you accept with a smile.

“I think Mingyu was sulking?” Jun giggles, “More pity party than party-party if you ask me.”

“I haven’t even seen Wonwoo tonight,” Hoshi adds, cutting Jun off. “Why throw a party if you’re not even going to attend?”

You hum, not really sure how to respond. Your skin prickles under the weight of so many stares. You shrug it off as best you can, pushing further into the apartment and greeting friends along the way.

You don’t see them until it’s too late.

You’re in the middle of a conversation with Vernon when your eyes meet his. Wonwoo is sprawled next to Mingyu on their couch. You’re going to kill Hoshi for misinformation when you see him next because you really needed a warning. The way Wonwoo’s arms look in his blue cut-off shirt should be illegal.

Wonwoo finally looks away from you, glancing over at Mingyu. Your eyes follow, and your legs threaten to buckle as you realize Mingyu is already looking back at you. He looks at you like he wants to devour you whole. God, the way his teeth sink into his lower lip makes your mind fill with the dirtiest thoughts.

His dark eyes slowly flick over your body before meeting yours again. You want to run. You want to jump on him. There is no in between in this case.

“You’ve got it bad.” Vernon’s voice coaxes you back to reality. He continues, “If it makes any difference, I think they’ve got it worse.”

And then he just walks away. Like he didn’t just drop that bomb.

Classic Vernon. You can’t help but laugh.

An hour later, you’re playing pong in the boys’ tiny dining room with Joshua against Jeonghan and Cheol. You’ve successfully avoided Mingyu and Wonwoo so far tonight. And with the sort of looks that they gave you earlier, you need all the breathing room you can get. Because is your loved-up mind conjuring up reciprocation? Or are they actually feeling some type of way? It’s honestly driving you insane. So insane you almost miss Mr. Yoon Jeonghan cheating for the fifth straight turn.

“Jeonghan, if I see that elbow cross the table one more time I’m going to tackle you,” you cry, shaking your head at the boy’s inability to deviate from his devious tendencies.

Jeonghan just smirks and makes an elaborate show of pushing his elbow way past the edge of the table. “Oops,” he says, his smirk widening, “Please don’t follow through, (y/n).”

“You little—!” you start towards Jeonghan, rounding the table and marching towards him with purpose.

“(Y/n),” Joshua calls nervously.

“Not now, Josh.” Your eyes narrowing on your prey, “I’m defending our honor.”

“But—!” Josh never finishes his warning before you’re tugged out of the dining room and thrown over someone’s shoulder. A shoulder that smells suspiciously like Mingyu.

“What the fuck?” You yelp, wiggling around, “Put me down!”

Thwack! Your ass stings before you realize what had even happened.

“Did you really just spank me?” All the blood is rushing to your brain, and it’s making it hard to wrap your mind around this utter bullshit.

The world spins around you for a second as you’re tossed on a bed. Wonwoo’s bed. With Wonwoo standing over you next to a pouty looking Mingyu.

“Hi,” you blink up at them. Like an idiot.

“Hi,” Wonwoo drawls back to you. Mingyu says nothing, but the look on his face speaks volumes. Clearly, you are in trouble here.

You push up into a sitting position. “You could have just asked to talk to me instead of kidnapping me from your own party, guys.”

“Oh yeah?” Mingyu scoffs, “Could have fooled us. You didn’t even say hi when you walked in. Not to mention you’ve been ignoring us all fucking week! You’ve been weird ever since Seungkwan’s party, and we’re over it.”

“You’re going to tell us what’s up with you, (y/n).” Wonwoo’s no-nonsense tone sends a shiver down your spine. He reaches out to grab a lock of your hair, playing with the strands. “Start talking, pretty girl.”

Pretty girl?

You’re done. “I don’t have to tell you anything,” you blurt, completely flustered over Wonwoo. You stand, getting him to drop your hair but now placing yourself entirely too close to both of your friends. “I’m going back out there. Joshua needs me.”

“Oh,” Mingyu laughs darkly, “Joshua needs you? I thought you wanted Jeonghan.”

You stare up at him, eyebrows raised. Is that… jealousy? A hint of hope dawns. Your inner bad bitch finally steps in. “And what if I did?”

For a moment, no one speaks. The room practically crackles with tension. Your chest is tight, hands shoved into your back pockets to keep from reaching up to sooth it.

“If you did,” Wonwoo murmurs, sharing a dark look with Mingyu, “We’d have to deal with it.”

“Yeah, you’d have to deal with it,” you nod emphatically. “Why are you saying it like you’d take him out or something?”

They both just shrug. You decide you hate being on the opposite end of the silent treatment for once. Karma really is a bitch.

“You know what? Maybe I will just go out there and jump Jeonghan since you both clearly think that’s what I want. Maybe I’ll even go for Josh, too! Might as well at this rate! No one else is volunteering!” You move to stalk past them when it happens.

Mingyu slides in front of you, blocking any means of escape. Wonwoo comes up behind you. His body leans into yours, halting any more movement.

“She’s not getting it.” Wonwoo mutters. You feel his hands resting on your hips, burning into your skin where his fingers rest under your shirt.

“She’s really not,” Mingyu agrees, staring down at you with furrowed brows and a glower of epic proportions. His hair is in disarray but frames his face so well you really might pass out.

“She is standing right here,” you protest. Your body is firing on all synapses and when Mingyu presses closer to you, his fingers hooking into your belt loops, you have to bite back a moan.

“So she is,” Wonwoo says, lips brushing your ear.

Mingyu flashes you a smile that’s more teeth than anything else. “Finally.”

“If one of you doesn’t start explaining yourself, I'm going to start screaming,” you warn. Except your so-called warning comes out weak, easily being dismissed by the two boys currently sandwiching you in between their bodies. The only reactions are a burst of heat in Mingyu’s dark eyes and a slight squeeze from Wonwoo’s fingers.

You clear your throat, desperation clawing at your insides. What is even happening? How dare they toy with you like this! Wedging you between them like you’re nothing and then ignoring you altogether!

You lose it. “Let me go!“ Your arms push Mingyu’s hard chest to no avail. You push harder, frantic. It’s too much to be so close to them. To feel them like this knowing what your true feelings are.

“Don’t ask us to do that,” Wonwoo murmurs, grabbing your hands and tugging them gently into his at your sides.

“Because you’re never getting rid of us, baby.” Mingyu’s words are a fierce declaration, but the thing he does next is even fiercer still.

He kisses you.

His hands frame each side of your face, gently stroking his thumbs over your cheeks. His plush lips are firm on yours, demanding in their capture.

The sudden feeling of Wonwoo’s tongue dragging up your neck causes you to gasp, and Mingyu doesn’t hesitate. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, rolling across yours.

“Fu-uck,” Mingyu moans against your lips, “She tastes so good, doesn’t she, hyung?”

“Better than we imagined,” Wonwoo smiles against the thin skin under your ear before he nibbles at it and then sucks.

The whimper that bubbles up from your chest would have been embarrassing if you cared about appearances. You’re well past that now.

“You two were discussing how I taste?” How is one supposed to feel about that information?

Wait.

“Without me?” Okay, so you’re a tad bitter. Sue you. FOMO is a curse.

“You can participate now if you want,” Wonwoo laughs, chest shaking against your back.

“Cool,” you shrug, feigning lots of confidence you don’t really have right now. Honestly, fake it ‘til you make it. “I taste fruity with a hint of musk.”

The air stills.

“You—”

“She—”

You grin. Finally. The upper hand has never felt so good.

Suddenly, you’re swung around. Wonwoo’s hand rests lightly on your neck as his mouth descends on yours.

This time you don’t hesitate. Your mouth opens, tongue meeting his. Your hands clutch at his shirt, dragging him closer.

“What? No fair! Baby, I want a redo,” Mingyu whines, his hands gripping your hips before grinding against your ass. He’s hard and so fucking big that you really might be losing braincells from how badly you want him. Or maybe that's just from the restricted airflow courtesy of Jeon Wonwoo. Honestly, it’s a toss-up.

“You weren’t talking about how your mouth tastes, were you, pretty girl?” Wonwoo asks, panting slightly. His lips brush yours with each word.

“Nope,” you laugh, wiggling your ass back into Mingyu.

Both boys groan.

“Fucking evil,” Mingyu sighs dreamily before kissing up the side of your neck, sucking over the same spot Wonwoo had minutes prior.

“Why does it make so much sense that you’re into it?” Your laugh turns into a moan as Mingyu bites down on your earlobe and tugs. “Hey, watch those fangs.”

“Knew you’d be bratty,” Wonwoo chuckles, his hands sliding up your shirt ever so slowly. His fingers tease the bottom of your bra, caressing your tits through the barely there material. “Surprised it took this long.”

“Well,” you say with as much snark as you can muster despite the fact that you’re full-on panting now. “Who can blame me? It’s not everyday my friends corner me, kiss me, and admit to previously conversing about eating me out.”

The boys seem way too pleased about the state they have you in. Wonwoo’s grin widens with your words, and you can feel the smugness emanating from Mingyu as his hands slide into the back pockets of your pants.

You jolt as Mingyu squeezes your ass, and it’s his muffled laugh into your hair that makes you say it.

“Well, it's not everyday, but last week Minghao said he’ll marry me if we’re both single by thirty. So, I’m counting that.”

“How is that even remotely similar?” Wonwoo’s eyes narrow when you open your mouth to retort. “No, don’t answer that. It’ll just make me mad, pretty girl.”

“Hao should know you’re off limits,” Mingyu fumes, “Sounds like we need to have another talk with him, hyung.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Wonwoo shrugs. “We know that (y/n)’s marrying one of us, and that’s it.”

“Again, an invite to this conversation would have been nice!” You cry, pouting in a very Mingyu-like fashion.

“Why?” Mingyu laughs into your hair again, and you’re this close to losing your shit on him. “So you can go freak out for a week like you just did?”

Okay, fair but rude.

“Fuck you, Gyu.” You shimmy out of their holds with a speed you didn’t know you had in you. You don’t make it two steps towards the door before they’re both there, leaning casually against your only means of escape. And damn them because why do they have to look so fine with their tousled hair and swollen lips? The hungry looks in their eyes don’t help either.

You’re really in denial that you’re fucked here.

“Fuck me?” Mingyu smirks, “Go right ahead, baby.”

You march up to him and grab a fistful of his shirt, “You can’t say shit to me like that, Kim Mingyu. Not when you’ve just been tag-teaming me with Wonwoo and then talking about marriage? What the fuck am I supposed to think? That you want me for sex? Or that you want me for more? Because I may have just realized I love you last week, but I know what I want. And it’s not just sex.”

“You love us?” Mingyu has hearts in his eyes, grinning hugely down at you.

“That’s all you got from that?” You huff, turning to Wonwoo to get more of an answer only to find him looking at you with a devastatingly soft expression.

“You love us,” Wonwoo breathes out, his shoulders slumping slightly. The stress you never noticed before seems to evaporate.

“I do,” you smile at him. Soft Wonwoo might kill you, but you’d literally thank him for it. “Now, are you going to say it back? Or should I go grab Minghao––”

“Over my dead body,” Wonwoo growls. “You’re ours, pretty girl. I love you, too. Always have.”

You’re melting. Your eyes pan to Mingyu. “Gyu?”

Mingyu rolls his eyes, pouting. “How can you even ask me that? Of course I love you! Do you think I drive just anyone around no matter what? Do you think I cook all your favorite foods on the regular just for fun? Do you think I haven’t fucked anyone since we met because I’m interested in lifelong celibacy? Baby, come on. I’m yours.”

You jump on him. To his credit, Mingyu doesn't even hesitate. His hands cup your ass as soon as you finish wrapping your legs around his waist. Your lips take his, sucking his lower lip into your mouth and biting down.

“Oh shit,” Mingyu moans into your mouth, “Fuck me up, baby.”

You barely register that Wonwoo has pushed you both further into the room and is currently kicking everyone else out. Screams of encouragement from your friends as they leave are lost on you and Mingyu as you continue to devour each other.

You slide your tongue into his mouth, teasing his with a swipe and making him chase you. You suck his tongue as he enters your mouth.

“I hate you,” Mingyu groans once you let him have his tongue back. He spanks your ass for the second time that night, “Who the fuck taught you how to kiss like this?”

“Archive of Our Own,” you grin.

“Fucking nerd,” Wonwoo reenters the room just in time to roast you. Peak Wonwoo behavior.

“But you love this fucking nerd,” you shrug as best you can when you’re being manhandled by a 6’2 golden retriever type.

The smile you get in return could heat all the buildings in your city this winter. “Bed,” Wonwoo orders.

“What?” The word is barely out of your mouth before Mingyu unceremoniously dumps you onto Wonwoo’s bed and you're staring up at them yet again.

“Now,” Wonwoo says, “Tell us what you want from us tonight, pretty girl. Because me and Gyu will give you anything you ask for. Nothing more and nothing less. You’re setting the pace here. You want to cuddle? Fine. You want to make out some more? Great. You want to get fucked by Mingyu while I cum on your pretty tits? Exceptional. You want to slide up and down my cock while we make Mingyu watch without touching himself? Cool.”

Mingyu’s lips purse at the last suggestion, piquing your interest.

“Last one,” you grin at Wonwoo. “But I wanna ride you in reverse, Woo. I wanna face Mingyu as he sits in your chair and does nothing while I fuck myself on your cock, tease my clit and squeeze my tits.”

“Bet,” Wonwoo flashes you a grin and whips his shirt off. “Let’s go, pretty girl.”

“This is so unfair,” Mingyu whines, trying and failing to act like he’s not rock hard right now.

You both ignore him. Your shirt flies over your head before your hands fall to the fly of your pants.

“Oh no, I’ll be doing that, (y/n),” Wonwoo purrs, kneeling at the foot of the bed. “Lift up.”

Wonwoo slowly slides your pants down your legs, inch by agonizing inch. Vaguely, you sense Mingyu cursing under his breath as he drags Wonwoo’s chair into position and falls into it in a huff.

“Mmm,” Wonwoo hums, staring at you with pure hunger as your pants fall to the ground. Your body is covered by nothing but your bra and panties.

“Down in front,” Mingyu complains.

“Wait your turn,” you snap back, raising up to your elbows to stare at the boy across the room. Mingyu’s stripped down to his tight black boxer briefs, his cock straining the tight fabric.

His surly expression brightens immediately at your words. “I get a turn?”

Wonwoo lightly slaps your clothed pussy, “Don’t get his hopes up like that, pretty girl. Ruins half the fun.”

You shiver at his touch, “It just makes denying him later even more fun, daddy.”

“Too true, pretty girl,” Wonwoo’s grin turns feral. “Now call me daddy again.”

Mingyu’s ranting about your combined evilness, but you and Wonwoo are too focused on each other to pay him half a mind.

“Yes, daddy,” you drawl. The words barely escape you before your panties are ripped off your body and Wonwoo’s mouth is between your legs. His tongue is hot on your pussy, lapping at your wetness.

“F-fuck,” you moan, your hand entwining in his hair and gripping it as he finds your clit and sucks. His tongue circles the swollen nub. Your other hand winds its way up your body to your tits. You pinch and tease your nipple beneath your bra, wishing Wonwoo had ripped that garment off, too.

All thoughts leave your body as Wonwoo starts fucking you with his tongue, small groans escaping him with each taste of you. Your hips grind down on his face, needing more and more. “Greedy girl,” Wonwoo smiles against your pussy, “You lied earlier.”

“What do you mean?” You gasp out as Wonwoo’s finger replaces his tongue, easing into you.

“You should have told us you tasted like creamsicles,” Wonwoo removes his finger from inside you. “Should we let Mingyu try?”

“Yes!” Mingyu appears immediately, sucking Wonwoo’s finger into his mouth. The sight is so hot that you shrug off Wonwoo’s silent askance on disciplining the boy. Mingyu moans around Wonwoo’s finger, his tongue swirling around the long digit.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Wonwoo wrestles his hand back. “Now go sit back down with her taste in your mouth and watch me fuck her.”

“Fuck my life,” Mingyu groans but listens just like a good boy.

You sit up on shaky legs, reaching around to unhook your bra. “Let me,” Wonwoo murmurs as he stands. His hands brush across your shoulders, his mouth following their path with hot kisses. Your bra falls to the bed, and you fling it out of the way.

“Lay down, Jeon,” you shift over, pointing at the spot you just vacated. “My turn.”

“As you wish,” Wonwoo slides his pants down his legs, kicking them off. His cock bobs up, slapping against his abs.

Your response dies on your tongue at the sight. His cock is just so pretty – so long with a hint of curve that you just know is going to fill you up so fucking good.

“Damn, hyung,” Mingyu’s groan sounds from somewhere in the room, “She’s drooling for you.”

Wonwoo chuckles as he slides next to you on his bed. “That true, pretty girl? You want my cock in your mouth? Well, go ahead–!”

Your mouth is on him before he can finish his thought. You suck the head of his cock into your mouth with a moan, flicking your tongue at the bead of precum weeping from him. It’s Wonwoo’s turn to thread his hand in your hair.

“Mmm, yes, just like that,” he rasps, guiding you up and down his cock. You squirm at the encouragement, sucking him down further.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so damn wet,” Mingyu says, the words sounding strangled. “Please let me eat you out while you suck Wonwoo.”

You release Wonwoo with a pop. Flicking your hair over your shoulder, you look back at Mingyu. The boy looks wrecked. The tent in his underwear has a massive wet spot from his weeping cock. His temples bead with sweat, his hair a mess. His eyes are dark, desperate and pleading. His fists clench and unclench at his sides, like he’s seconds away from lunging for you.

“Please.” The word falls barely above a whisper.

“One lick,” you nod, a truly generous queen.

He’s on you before you can blink. Mingyu’s hands lift up your hips, his nose burying itself in you first. “Fuck me,” he breathes you in. You clench around nothing but the air he breathes out. The touch of his tongue on your asshole really shouldn't come as a surprise, and yet here you are, cursing into Wonwoo’s toned thighs.

Mingyu licks you at a glacial pace from ass to clit. It would be a good debate on which of the two of you is greedier. Clearly, Wonwoo is the patient one of the bunch. You reward Wonwoo by bringing a hand to his dick, jerking him off slowly.

“Mingyu,” you laugh, feeling his tongue stall on your clit for at least thirty seconds and counting.

“I th-till lickin’!” is the absolutely insane response you receive in true Mingyu fashion. “It th-till coun-ths!”

“Okay,” Wonwoo’s patience finally seems to run out, “That’s enough. Back to your chair, Kim.”

“Fine,” Mingyu sulks the whole way back. You stare openly at the expanse of bare back presented to you and decide then and there that you’re going to mark up that real estate so good.

The sound of a throat clearing brings you back to earth. “Are you gonna ride me, pretty girl? Or let Mingyu get away with something else, too?”

You scowl, hooking a leg over Wonwoo’s lap. You shoot him a glare over your shoulder as you sink down on his cock. “Happy, daddy?” You pant, feeling yourself stretched out so good on his dick.

“You have no idea, pretty girl,” Wonwoo’s eyes squeeze shut as he flexes, fucking his cock up into you.

You both moan. Your head falls back as Wonwoo’s hands grip your hips and ass, fucking you at a demanding pace.

“Harder,” you order, bringing a hand to your clit, circling it in time to his thrusts.

“Brat,” Wonwoo says with a spank that has you clenching down on him and has him chuckling. “Knew you liked it when Gyu spanked you.”

Mingyu, ever the opportunist, takes the mention of his name as a go-ahead to start talking. “Knew you liked it, baby. You squirmed all over me. Look at you now, falling apart on Wonu’s cock. You like how he fucks you, (y/n)?”

You glare at the boy across the room. Mingyu looks even more fucked out than you, so you have no idea where he’s getting the audacity to come at you like this. His arms are behind his back, causing his biceps to flex outrageously. His head is tilted back, showing his neck as he watches you with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Careful, Mingyu,” you warn, leaning back to place a hand on Wonwoo’s chest. You start fucking yourself down onto Wonwoo’s cock, meeting each of his thrusts. Your eyes never leave Mingyu’s. You grin at the rapid steam of curses the other boy emits. “You were awfully confident for a boy seeing none of the action. What happened?”

“So mean,” Mingyu whines, his cock twitching in his briefs at your words. He brings a hand to rub it.

“Don’t,” you order, nails digging into Wonwoo’s skin as his thrusts quicken. Mingyu whines but listens.

Wonwoo hits that sweet spot inside you and you whimper, “Yes, Woo, right there, please, daddy.”

“Like that, pretty girl?” Wonwoo’s raspy voice sends an added shiver down your spine as he hits that spot again and again. You feel the warmth of your impending orgasm sweep up your body.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you cry, swiveling your hips. “Want your cum, daddy!”

“Fuck,” Wonwoo growls, his hips stuttering for a quick second under you. “You want my cum, (y/n)? I told you I’d give you anything. You want me to stuff you full, pretty girl?”

Every stroke of his cock brings you closer, his words edging you closer still. “Yes, daddy, please! Fill me up. I want to feel you dripping out of me!”

“Goddamn,” Mingyu groans, bringing your attention to him. His briefs are abandoned now, your eyes immediately go to his cock. His giant cock that really looks like it needs attention from how pink and swollen it is. Precum is leaking down the tip onto his thighs and you really want to taste it.

“Gimme,” you say, pointing at his cock.

“What?” Mingyu’s eyes are glued to the way your tits bounce with each push of Wonwoo’s cock.

“I wanna taste your precum on your fingers. Now, Gyu!” You demand, so fucking close to cumming all over Wonwoo but still desperate for more.

“Goddamn,” Mingyu curses as Wonwoo’s hand slaps your ass twice in rapid succession.

“Greedy girl wants both of us inside her already, Gyu,” Wonwoo’s voice is strained with the effort not to cum before you do. “Give it to her.”

Mingyu stands, scooping the drops of precum onto his pointer and middle fingers and crosses the room to you. He barely moves his fingers in front of your mouth before you suck them into your mouth. “Shit,” Mingyu sighs, eyes glued to the suction of your mouth around his digits.

Your eyes fall closed, the taste of Mingyu on your tongue and the pounding of Wonwoo’s cock inside you are overwhelming. You cum with a scream, gushing all over Wonwoo as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. “Wonwo-ooo!” You cry, your body falling forward into Mingyu’s, his fingers falling from your lips.

“Yes, pretty girl,” Wonwoo groans, his thrusts becoming wild, “Milk my cock.” You feel him coming, painting your walls and filling you up with his warmth. The grumbled curses falling from his lips make you clench around him one more time, and the moan he emits is nothing short of beautiful.

“God, (y/n), I really fucking love you,” Wonwoo slowly turns you around in his lap, bringing you down to cradle you to his heaving chest.

“Love you, too,” you smile, kissing his neck before licking a trail of sweat from it. How are you still needy? You can feel the cum beginning to drip out of your pussy and squeeze as best you can to keep it inside you.

Wonwoo’s body jolts. “(Y/n),” he groans, “Gonna kill me.”

“Nah,” you smile, “Like you too much.”

A throat clears from behind you, “Yeah, this is sweet and all, but I’d just like to remind you both that I’m so hard I might pass the fuck out.”

You and Wonwoo just grin at each other, much to the displeasure of the boy behind you. You pull back from Wonwoo’s neck to give him a kiss. He smiles against your lips. “Go put him out of his misery before he keeps us up all night jerking himself off.”

“Hyung!” Mingyu cries before muttering, “How did I forget how much of a little shit post-nut Wonwoo is?”

“Not as much of a little shit as pre-nut Mingyu apparently,” you laugh, moaning slightly as you ease Wonwoo out of you. You turn to look at Mingyu over your shoulder. “Help me up, please?”

Mingyu is pouting – again – but ultimately helps you off the bed. You stare up at the boy before you. His hair is damp with sweat, his muscles straining. His cock juts between you, the vein pulsing angrily. You close your hand around it.

“Shit,” Mingyu hisses, body jerking forward into your hold. His cock is hot velvet beneath your grasp.

“Such a good boy,” you murmur, “Waiting so nicely over there while your hyung fucks and fills me.” Mingyu moans at your words, cock twitching with each tug of your fist. “Did you like watching us?” You question, “Did you picture it was you fucking me instead of him? Did you want it to be you that was stuffing me full of cum? That it was you making me cream on your dick?”

“Liked watching you and hyung,” Mingyu pants, eyes rolling to the back of his head, “But want you to fuck me, too.”

“Sit,” you push him back into Wonwoo’s chair. You hear the slight protest from Wonwoo behind you but choose to ignore it. Oops.

Climbing onto Mingyu’s lap, you position yourself over his cock. “You like feeling Wonwoo’s cum coat your cock, baby boy?” You purr, grinding yourself on his dick back and forth.

“Fuck yes, baby,” Mingyu’s hands rest heavily on your hips as you continue to coat his cock with your and Wonwoo’s juices.

“You gonna give me your cum, too?” You lean over, placing open-mouthed kisses all over his throat.

“All of it,” Mingyu’s words die on his lips as you finally take him inside you.

You both curse. He’s bigger than Wonwoo, and the stretch is almost absurd. His grip on your hips turns bruising, but you don’t care. You drag your hands down his back, digging your nails into his pretty skin.

Unlike with Wonwoo, you’re setting the pace, truly riding Mingyu into a frenzy with each swivel of your hips.

“Fuck, baby,” Mingyu moans, biting his lip, “Dreamt about this.”

“Did you now?” You bite his neck, “And how does reality compare?”

“Better than anything I could have thought up,” he pants out, cock twitching inside you. A hand leaves your hips and comes to rest on your pussy. His fingers tease and circle your clit, drawing a moan out of you.

“Your pussy grips me so good.” Mingyu’s head drops to your shoulder, “Wanna stay here forever.”

“Sharing is caring,” Wonwoo says, suddenly popping up in your field of vision. He’s still naked aside from a pair of glasses he must have just slipped on after taking out his contacts. Your eyes fall to his cock… It’s hard again.

“Fuck off, hyung,” Mingyu ducks his head lower and sucks your nipple into his mouth.

“Yeah,” you sigh, cradling Mingyu’s head closer to you with your palm, “Fuck off, hyung.”

“Careful,” Wonwoo grabs your hair in his fist, yanking your head back to meet his eyes. “I’ll put that smart mouth to work again.”

The sassy reply dies on your lips when you feel Mingyu’s cock jump inside you. “Oh damn,” you giggle, causing the boy to twitch even more beneath you. “He really does like it when we’re mean.”

Wonwoo’s lips quirk, “I know, pretty girl. He’s helpless.”

“Hate y’all,” Mingyu mumbles around your tit. His fingers increase their pace against your clit, drawing you higher and higher.

“She’s close, Gyu,” Wonwoo warns, like it hadn’t already been abundantly clear from your actions. Wonwoo’s hand still grips your hair, while the other is jerking himself off.

“Thank god,” Mingyu stutters, hips shifting up underneath you. “Wanna cum. Please let me cum, baby. Wanna fill you up like Wonu did.”

His pleas more than anything hurtle you closer to coming, the fucked out expression on his face is a thing of beauty.

And so you deny him. “Not yet,” you gasp out, doubling your pace. “Not ‘til I say you can.”

“Fuck, please, (y/n),” Mingyu’s eyes squeeze shut, “Feels so good. Can’t hold on.”

“You better,” you grind your hips viciously into his. “Now suck my tits again like a good boy.”

He listens immediately, moaning around your sensitive nipple as you continue to fuck yourself down onto him.

“You’re wrecking him,” Wonwoo tugs your hair, bringing your attention back to him. His cheeks are pink with exertion as his fist works his cock harder - the tip swollen and leaking. “Where do you want my cum this time, pretty girl? Tell me now.”

“My ass,” you moan, wiggling it before pushing up almost all the way off of Mingyu. “Want you to cum all over my ass, daddy, while my pussy sucks all the cum out of my baby boy.”

“Consider it done,” Wonwoo grins, releasing his hold on your hair to stand behind you in position.

You return your full attention to the boy quaking under you. “P-please, baby,” he whines, “So fucking close.” You place a gentle kiss on his lips. A deception he easily falls for. Cutie. As soon as Mingyu sighs into your lips, you sink down his cock in a split second.

“Ah!” He cries, thighs clenching underneath you. Tears leak from his eyes as he throws his head back, the strain of not coming exhausting him.

“Such a good boy,” you purr, hands stroking up and down his chest. You ride him hard, pace brutal. “Come.”

The word barely finishes before he’s coming with a roar, hands gripping your hips, cock deep inside you. You feel his release shoot so deep within you, joining Wonwoo’s. That thought alone sets you off, your orgasm ripping through you. Seeing stars, you whimper as you feel Wonwoo’s own release paint your ass.

The flutters of your pussy milk every last drop out of Mingyu and the poor boy is spent under you. “Fuck me,” he moans, his head buried in your tits. “Never gonna let you go. This pretty fucking pussy is ours.”

Wonwoo’s hands are on your ass, rubbing his cum into your skin. “Damn right, Gyu,” he agrees, emphasizing his point with a slap.

Mingyu groans as he experiences first-hand what those spanks do to you. “Never thought I’d say this but don’t spank her again, hyung.” You and Wonwoo laugh, and Mingyu groans even louder. “No laughing either! Oh my god.” His frustrations only make you laugh harder.

“Hyung!” Mingyu cries, and Wonwoo finally takes pity.

“Alright,” Wonwoo chuckles, tugging you off Mingyu and into his arms. You pout at the sudden emptiness. “Don’t give me that look, pretty girl. We have all night.”

“We have forever,” Mingyu corrects, standing and running a hand through his wet hair. How the fuck does he still look that good? Honestly, it’s unfair.

“I never said we didn’t,” Wonwoo retorts and sends the both of them into a frenzy of bickering.

Mingyu: “Well, I just wanted to clarify so she doesn’t get ideas.”

Wonwoo: “Ideas?”

Mingyu: “Like– Well– You know!”

Wonwoo: “I don’t know.”

Mingyu: “Yes, you do!”

Wonwoo: “I don’t.”

Mingyu: “… I hate when you do this shit!”

Wonwoo: *pushes glasses up nose* “What shit?”

Mingyu: *produces series of unintelligible babblings*

“Okay, okay!” You laugh, patting Wonwoo’s arms to be put down. “I really need to use the bathroom, but feel free to continue this without me.”

Mingyu shoots Wonwoo a glare, but the other boy only has eyes for you. He sets you down gently, “Go get cleaned up, pretty girl. Feel free to shower and take any clothes you want, okay? We’ll be right out here.”

“I’ll make us some ramen!” Mingyu bounces on his feet, eager to contribute. “Or would you prefer something else? I’ll make anything! I just know you really like ramen. It’s your favorite! But–!”

You cut him off, “Ramen’s perfect, Gyu. Thank you.” You smile up at the gorgeous boy with the even more gorgeous heart. How lucky are you to call him yours?

“Okay,” Mingyu breathes out, looking just as taken with you.

“Okay,” Wonwoo clears his throat, ever the voice of reason. “Now, get going so we can all cuddle, people!” Your heart sings.

“Yes!” You cheer, skipping on the way to the bathroom. “Can’t wait to cuddle in bed with my besties!”

Silence greets your ears.

You slowly turn around to find them both staring at you with displeased looks on their faces.

“What?” You blink.

“Besties?” Wonwoo growls out.

“We just had our dicks inside you, baby!” Mingyu pouts. “Surely that’s boyfriend status?”

“Oh,” you pretend to think it over, enjoying how much this is annoying the two of them. “Anything for my besties, I guess!”

“(Y/n)!” Their voices bellow as you slam the bathroom shut behind you and lock it. Cackling, you turn the shower on. You’re so going to enjoy teasing the shit out of your two new boyfriends. After all, they’ll always be your besties, too.

an: hope y'all enjoyed! it's been so long since i've written anything but damn did minwon give me some inspiration uwu

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Midnight Appetite

Wonwoo x Reader x Mingyu

Genre - Smut / Host Club AU

Warnings - Smut, a tiny bit of member x member action, slight degradation, name calling, flirting, baiting, virginal fingering, teasing, nipple play, just all the things lol

Word Count - 5k

Tag List - @dontflailmenow @trashlord-007 ~ Hope you like it! <3

Craning your neck you stare up at the skyscraper in awe, the majestic glow of soft blue rays coming from the moon shimmering across glass in a playful dance. It’s bigger than you were expecting.

A man in an immaculate suit adorned with a flat hat opens the door for you and ushers you inside. The interior doesn’t dull in comparison; white lights illuminate modern art and marble floors, with citrus scents guiding the way towards the reception desk.

Flashing the platinum card you had been gifted, the receptionist shoots up from her seat, running around to the front of the desk to escort you back towards the elevators. She continues past four giant steel doors in the main lobby until the building forks. She lets you know she can’t go any further before pointing down the long empty corridor, white walls and bright lights leading the way.

Continuing on by yourself down the lengthy hallway, the lights start to dilute with each step until you reach the end of the corridor where they dull to a practically nonexistent orange hum. There’s a single red button between two elevator doors; you push it and wait.

The lift pings and the first set of doors open. The light inside is blue and reflects off the glass of the elevator walls, the full view of the park behind the skyscraper before you. The elevator is right on the edge of the building.

“Good evening. Can you please hold up your card and ID?” A voice asks from above causing you to jerk back in alarm. Grabbing your lavender Michael Kors handbag from your side, you flick through your items until you clutch your purse. Finding the familiar card, you hold it and the platinum card up above your head. “Thank you and welcome to Midnight Appetite. Enjoy your ride. We’ll be waiting eagerly with bated breath.”

Scoffing, you run a hand through your hair and look out the wide windows in an attempt to ignore the heat spreading across your cheeks. Sensual spa music plays from the speakers, loud enough to be heard but soft enough to allow for conversation as the lift starts to ascend.

The blue light tinted the outside world in a serene melancholy and the busy streets become a distant blur the further you rise. The city lights flicker silently, sinking into the darkness surrounding the buildings they hide within.

There’s a chair in the corner of the small room, no doubt for patrons who can’t stand for more than five minutes; the ride up is not for the faint of heart. The building is one of the highest in the city, and this particular elevator seems intent on having you bask in the glow of the skyscape.

It’s breathtaking, you can’t deny it, but you wonder if such an expensive establishment could perhaps invest in a quicker form of transportation. Biting your lip, your mind reels at the possibilities of what lies beyond these doors as you move closer to the cool glass, letting vertigo set in. Surely you’re close now?

Right as you debate whether or not you should sit the elevator levels out with a ping. The doors open on a lavish scene; plush red carpet leads from the elevator to a line of sleek black booths, most already filled with other customers and their chosen hosts. Chandeliers light up the area from vaulted ceilings, providing an intimate atmosphere cast in shadow as blue tones emanate throughout the room from the display case sitting proud and centre. The high-end alcohol sits pretty for everyone to see. The place reeks of money, every material is of the highest quality. The spacious area alone tells anyone who dares to walk through the doors just how much you need to be willing to pay to play.

“Well hello gorgeous.”

Gorgeous? Holy fuck. Look who’s talking. Soft strands of midnight black hair tease his face. He towers over you in a grey pinstripe suit, pastel pink tie loose around his toned chest right below the third unclasped button. He’s all leg; but it's his catlike eyes that hint of untold intimacy and sly smile that captivates, producing a need to know just what he has hidden behind that sleek exterior.

“Ah, hello,” you say to Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome, flashing your platinum card. His eyes flicker to the card then back to you. “I– It’s my first time coming here, so I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

“A virgin?” he asks, his teeth peeking out as his smile turns into a wide grin. “They are gonna eat you up.”

“Don’t scare the lady,” a voice says from behind you. You turn and are greeted with a bleach blond in a black turtleneck who upon seeing you gives you a toothy grin, his eyes practically disappearing as his face becomes all smiles and cheeks. Cute!

“I wasn’t scaring her. I was warning her.”

“You’re harassing her,” another host says, joining the group. His skin is airbrushed porcelain, his white locks caressing ethereal features. “You want to come with me?”

“Hey, back up bud, I saw her first,” Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome says, entwining his fingers with yours. “I’ll take care of her.”

“She’s free to choose who she wants, Mingyu,” the bleach blond says with a frown. “Jeonghan’s right – you’re harassing the lady.”

“I’m not harassing her,” Mingyu says, his grip tightening slightly before he pulls you next to him, lifting your fingers to his lips. Swallowing hard as heat floods your face, you turn away from the other hosts in an attempt to conceal yourself. “We had a connection. We were in the middle of a moment before you two fools interrupted.”

“Come on, Hoshi.” Jeonghan leans in, his lips brushing against your neck and whispers, “If this idiot does anything you don’t like, come and find me and I’ll drop everything to… entertain you.”

Mingyu grunts out a gargled retort while pushing Jeonghan away with one hand and circling your body with the other. What have you gotten yourself into?

“Good thing you put your platinum card away before they saw you,” he says, leading you down the red carpet. “They would have stuck to us like glue, sniffing at you like a bunch of dogs.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“Of course,” he says, his teeth back on display as he smiles at you from over his shoulder. “You’re an important guest. Plus, well, I mean I’m sure you have a mirror at home. You know you’re gorgeous.”

Biting the inside of your lip you look down at your feet, letting him take you further into the club, his hand still clasped with yours. Walking past one of the tables, a host wearing several chains around his neck and a see-through shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination winks at you.

“Come on, big boy. Don’t be like that.” You hear her husky voice before you see the woman. She’s drunk, her words slurring as she pushes a large man up against the wall behind the second-to-last table in the back. “You’re so sexy when you act so timid, baby.”

Mingyu sighs, dropping your hand and asking you to wait a moment before he advances towards the couple. The other man dwarfs the woman but he shies away from her, searching the area like a caged animal about to make a daring escape. He’s wearing thin round reading glasses and a chequered vest over a collared shirt and you have to admit, you can see the appeal.

“Don’t play dumb. Tell me how much I need to spend to take you home.” One of her hands is in his hair, the other is palming his crotch with a look of intoxicated glee plastered on her face. That is until Mingyu grabs her wrist, pulling it away from the gentle giant, allowing him to manoeuvre his way out of her grip. “What the hell?”

“You can’t afford those… services, Ma’am.”

The woman actually blushes, her free hand going to her face to cover a flash of a smile. Mingyu leans close to his co-worker in the vest for a moment before leading the woman away back down the way you came.

The vest walks up to you, his eyes on the ground as he shuffles his feet and holds out his hand. “Can I take you to your table and keep you company while you wait for Mingyu?” The words are mumbled and hard to hear over the soft music and chatter in the air.

“Sure.” He leads you to the corner table and you shuffle into the booth behind him. “What’s your name?”

“Wonwoo. What about you?” You tell him your name and he tells you how lovely it is, his eyes fluttering around the room, never making contact with yours. Wonwoo is stunning. Flawless skin, chiselled bone structure and kind eyes.

“Do–”

“Let’s order something to drink! Oh. Sorry.” He looks down at his lap, hands twiddling together and you can’t help but want to mess with him. He hands you a menu and you glance at the selection briefly before ordering a bottle of the Louis Roederer, Cristal Brut 1990 Millennium Cuvee Methuselah. His eyes dart up, finding yours at last. “You’re aware that they mark everything up here, right?”

“Of course,” you answer, with what you hope is a saucy grin. It is. His eyes widen for a moment before he looks away again, his eyes unable to stay still.

“Sorry to make you wait,” Mingyu says, sliding next to you, his thighs brushing up against yours, sandwiching you between the two men. “Did you want something to drink?”

“I’ll get it,” Wonwoo says, shooting up in his seat. Mingyu gives him a strange look before nodding, allowing Wonwoo to scurry down the carpet on his way to get the champagne.

“I hope he didn’t do anything weird.” He rubs your thigh with the tip of his pinky, a lopsided grin adorning his face.

“No, he was a perfect gentleman.”

“Of course.”

“Did you really expect him not to be?”

“You might be surprised,” he says while leaning in to smell your hair. “That’s where that delicious scent is coming from. What type of shampoo do you use?”

“Do you really care about my shampoo?”

“Not really,” he admits with a chuckle. “But isn’t it nice to be doted on?”

Before you can answer, Wonwoo is back with another host. No, not a host, his boss. This one oozes authority. He’s wearing a simple black suit, perfectly tailored. It screams money, couture. This is his establishment. He’s come over to see who you are and if you can pay.

“Boss, what brings you here?” Mingyu asks with a quirk of his brow before his eyes settle on the champagne. “Ah, you noticed we have a platinum card guest.”

“You should have told me.”

“And leave our esteemed guest alone?”

“You literally just escorted someone out.” The boss has thick lips and straight black hair that covers his brows, giving him an air of mystery that adds to his don’t-fuck-with-me attitude.

“Oops,” Mingyu says with a shit-eating grin.

While they start a heated argument in hushed whispers, somehow in denial that you can hear their conversation, Wonwoo places the champagne bottle down on a tray with ice and several glasses. You’ve only seen it once before (it’s pretty rare, you’re surprised to find it here) and you forgot how big it is, the size equivalent to something like eight regular bottles.

He pours out the champagne with meticulous detail, each cube of ice lowered with a tiny tong, his hand covering the glass to keep it from spraying before offering you the glass. Swirling it, you inhale the fruity aromas before taking a sip and letting it linger on your tongue. It tastes like citrus. You take another sip and it goes down like silk.

“You should pour yourself one too,” you say pointing towards the bottle.

“What about me?” Mingyu asks, sliding back next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay.”

“We got it from here, boss,” Mingyu says, flicking his wrist in a ‘get lost’ gesture. The boss gives you a tight smile before walking over to another table. Mingyu leans in, his lips caressing your neck and whispers, “I’m so glad he’s gone so we can be alone.”

“What about Wonwoo?” Wonwoo’s eyes shift to you then back to his drink as he sips on the champagne.

“What about him?”

“Well, we’re not really alone.”

“You want to be alone with me? How shameless,” he says, his fingers playing with your hair as he places gentle kisses along your jawline.

“Did you want me to leave?”

You grab the ends of Wonwoo’s fingertips as he stands. The tiny touch is enough for him to sit back down. He doesn’t look at you and you can’t help but want to tease him more, to make him suffer. Just a little. Is that bad?

“You don’t really strike me as the kind of person who wants to work at a place like this.”

“The money is too good to refuse,” Mingyu says before nibbling on your ear.

“Not you.” You turn to Wonwoo.

“Me?” At your nod he gulps down the alcohol and says, “Oh, well, I kind of just fell into it.”

“How does a big guy like you fall into something like this?”

“Careful,” Mingyu warns as Wonwoo pours you another drink. “You’re playing with fire and I really don’t want to see you get burned.”

You quirk a brow before looking back over at Wonwoo. “Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s cute. I’m sure there are a lot of women that look for that kind of thing. The kind of guy who they can dominate, the kind of man they can control.”

Wonwoo pauses, a look flashes across his flawless features that you can’t pinpoint – it’s quick, almost imperceptible – before he hands you the drink, a small smile on his lips. The mood has changed. Did you hurt his feelings?

“Why are you still talking about him when I’m right here?” Mingyu asks with a pout, pulling back from you. “I’m feeling neglected.”

“Have some pride in your work and maybe you won’t be neglected,” Wonwoo says, sipping on his second drink. His deep voice coils around your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Have you ever kissed a man before, Wonwoo?”

The question slips out without warning. Heat floods your face as you try to remain calm, keeping your chin up you stare at the flabbergasted male. His mouth’s agape, his eyes widening for a single moment before he sits up straight, pulling his shoulders back and somehow adding to his already impressive girth.

“Is that something you’re into?” Mingyu asks with a smirk, looking between you and Wonwoo. When you don’t answer he scratches the back of his neck, looking back over his shoulder at one of the other tables before glancing back at Wonwoo.

“Mingyu here’s devastatingly hot, am I right?” you tease, rubbing your hand up and down Mingyu’s thigh. “Looking at this stunning face every day? Must be hard to resist. And this body,” you say, grazing your nails down his chest over the silky material of his shirt, your eyes never leaving the cool stare of Wonwoo.

“I– ah, huh?” Mingyu’s smile quivers as his ears tinge pink, his eyes darting around the room. Interesting.

“Sex on legs. I wouldn’t be able to control myself if he was my co-worker.” You place your hand over your heart and sigh. Turning back to Mingyu you drink him in. It may be a part of the show you’re creating but he really is show-stopping beautiful. “Plus his hands. And his lips. He really knows what he’s doing if you get what I mean.”

Mingyu stammers, stumbling over his words which all end up sounding like a gurgled mess. He shakes his head, turning it slightly away from you as he touches his face in an attempt to hide before jumping up. His arms flounder out until they make direct contact with the Louis Roederer. It happens so quickly. Mingyu’s face lights up into a comical expression of shock as the bottle tips and tumbles across the table. It makes a resounding crack against the floor. The silence is deafening as the three of you look at the broken glass and liquid as it seeps into the carpet.

“Huh,” you say looking at the wasted champagne as it deepens the red material next to your table. “That’s a shame.”

“Yeah,” Mingyu whispers as Wonwoo shakes his head before getting up and walking down the aisle no doubt in search of something to clean up the expensive mess. Mingyu stands next to the broken glass, his body facing the other side of the room, his head hung.

Moments later Wonwoo is back, cleaning products in hand, followed by Jeonghan who comes bearing gifts. His fingers brush across his lips as he looks down at the mess Mingyu has made in an obvious attempt to cover a smile. He pushes past Wonwoo’s outstretched arm holding a pair of thick gloves and instead shimmies across the booth towards you, holding out what he calls the complimentary wine. It’s unmarked so you have no idea what it is.

“I thought I told you to come and find me if he did anything stupid?” His fingers paint patterns on your back. “A woman of your calibre shouldn’t be left alone with someone so… inexperienced.”

“Inexperienced? Screw you buddy,” Mingyu says, stepping over Wonwoo as he cleans up the remnants of the Louis Roederer to slide into place on your other side. He pulls you close to his chest before adding, “You’re not needed here.”

“How cruel, both to me and this exquisite jewel you’ve hidden all the way in the back here in an attempt to dull her shine,” Jeonghan says, wrapping his leg around yours as he fondles your neck. His lips press up against your jaw, his line of sight set on Mingyu as he whispers, “Let me take care of you. I can make your every fantasy a reality.”

“Get the fuck off her, you cretin!”

“Knock it off, Mingyu.” The boss is back.

“Me?” Mingyu stares up at him dumbfounded.

“Yes, you,” he says before giving Jeonghan a look who in turns rolls his eyes then shrugs, leaning in and littering your neck with kisses before pulling back and tapping the tip of your nose with a wide grin. He excuses himself as the boss lowers his voice, his attention on Wonwoo. “Come chat with me in the corner for a moment when you’re done with that.”

Wonwoo nods as he finishes up with the tiny handheld vacuum cleaner from his arsenal of cleaning supplies, the soft hum barely reaching the sound of a sigh. He scrubs at the carpet for a few moments as Mingyu pours you a glass of the mystery drink.

“Ah, so. Ha,” Mingyu stumbles over his words as you sip on the fruity white champagne. Citrus and nuts tease your taste buds as you watch Wonwoo walk over to the dark corner. They speak in hushed whispers. Straining to hear them, you place a finger on Mingyu’s lips and tell him to make himself a drink. He pouts but he does as he’s told.

Keeping your eyes on Mingyu and the table, your ears perk up, twitching when a legible word is uttered from the muttering mess in the corner. Epic mistake. The spilling of the wine no doubt.

Mingyu starts to redden at your intent stare, searching the room, his neck floundering back and forth. Money’s worth.

Looking down at your glass you swirl it around a few times. Man up. Frowning, you look over your shoulder towards the pair. They both nod in your direction before turning to face the wall. It’s harder to hear them now.

Mingyu has collected himself once more, filling up your glass with a charming smile. Resisting the urge to mess with him again (because who knows where he’ll spill the wine this time), you instead lean back and let your body sink into the couch.

“Remember what I said.” The voices are clearer now. A quick glance towards the corner reveals that they’re walking back towards the table. “If you can pull this off you’ll be the number one host. With all the benefits that provides.”

“I apologise again for the commotion earlier, please let me kno–”

“Don’t worry, Boss, I got this,” Wonwoo cuts him off, patting the boss on the shoulder before sliding back next to you. The boss is still for a moment before nodding and walking back towards the other tables.

“What was that about?” you inquire with what you hope is your most nonchalant expression.

“Nothing important.” He dismisses the question with a flick of his wrist. “Do you have everything you need?”

“I’m fine.” Your eyes drift over to the corner then back between the two men.

Mingyu also looks over at the corner before asking, “What was that about?”

“Nothing to worry your pretty little heads about.” Wonwoo ignores Mingyu’s sputtering attempts at speech as he continues, “Not gonna lie, I couldn’t really concentrate on what was being said when all I wanted to do was get back here so I could be close to you. To touch you.”

Mingyu huffs and you raise a brow. Wonwoo ignores both gestures. His hand sliding across the silky material of your dress, comforting and warm before he slips under it and inches his fingers up the inside of your thigh. Heat spreads out across your face, your hand stilling his as you look around the room.

“No one can see,” he whispers, leaning in to nibble the sensitive flesh of your ear. They most definitely can. “I’ve been wanting to touch you like this all night. Haven’t you?”

“What?” The muttered word spills from your mouth as you look over at Mingyu who looks as dumbfounded as you feel.

“Haven’t you been thinking about what these hands could do to you?” His hand slips past yours reaching towards your core. “All I’ve wanted to do since I first saw you walk through that elevator was taste you.”

A sharp inhale passes over your parted lips as he slides his fingers across the thin material of your panties. Arching back under his touch, he eases you to the left, letting your head slip into Mingyu’s lap. Reaching back, your nails dig into Mingyu’s dress shirt as Wonwoo continues to massage your clit.

Pink tinges Mingyu’s face as he looks down at you, his eyes widening for a moment then shifting over to the man currently kissing his way up your thigh. You jerk back, tossing your head back and forth against Mingyu as ripples of pleasure dance across your skin. “Are you really going to do this here?”

“Seems like you’re enjoying it,” Wonwoo says with a grin. You hadn’t noticed it before, too engulfed in your own pleasure, but Mingyu’s cock is hard against the back of your head.

“That’s not really the problem.,.” he drifts off, looking out across the room.

“Are you feeling left out?” Wonwoo smirks, pulling back from your thighs. Wrapping his hand around Mingyu’s neck he pulls him close, holding him mere inches from his face for a moment above you before pulling him into a kiss, his other hand moving your panties aside to touch the warmth of your cunt.

Moaning under the men, you rock your hips against his hand as he dips in, first one finger then two. You arch back again, driving your head back further against Mingyu, eliciting a stifled groan from the man. Wonwoo chuckles, the sound muffled by the other man's tongue as Mingyu pulls him in closer to deepen the kiss, his other hand slipping inside your dress and under your bra, grabbing a chunk of your tender flesh roughly under his grasp.

Fire trails across your skin. You need more. Wrapping your leg around Wonwoo, you try to pull him closer but he doesn’t budge. All you can think about is his thick cock filling you to the brim. Your toes curl as you jut your hips up in desperate want, your fingers clawing at the still fully dressed men. This has to be a crime.

“What a thirsty little slut you are,” Wonwoo says, pulling away from Mingyu to look down at you, continuing to plunge into your wet pussy at the same pace, his thumb rubbing gently against your nub. “What do you want, hmm? Tell me and maybe I’ll give it to you. If you’re good.”

“I want– kiss. Kiss me,” you stutter out as Minngyu also turns his full attention on you, his fingers exploring your hot skin. Between the two men you don’t have time to think, let alone form a coherent sentence. Sensory overload has you trembling in pure bliss underneath them. “Fuck!”

“You think you can handle my cock? Look at you? You’re an utter mess just from my fingers.” He pulls his fingers out of your tight cunt and you whine, squirming under him. He shoves his fingers in your mouth until you suck them clean. “Okay, baby, if you can come for me with just my fingers I’ll let you ride my cock.”

“Please,” you cry out, letting the word turn into a whine until Wonwoo places a finger on your lips.

“Let’s try not to bring any attention to ourselves, shall we?” he says, his lips turning up at the corners as he strokes your hungry pussy. “Why don’t you play with her a little? And, Mingyu, do try to keep her from getting too loud.”

Mingyu bends over, kissing his way down your neck towards your heaving chest. Right as his lips latch onto one of your breasts, Wonwoo's fingers slam into your tight cunt and you let out a low moan. Mingyu quickly shoves two fingers into your mouth and you suck on them while he flicks his tongue against your nipple.

Nothing else matters to you besides the hands and lips on your burning skin. The sound of your wet pussy and lips sucking tender flesh almost lost under the erratic heartbeats pulsing sharp against your eardrums as you quiver under the sensations engulfing you.

Every movement brings new waves of pleasure as you begin to chew on the fingers lingering inside your mouth. His fingers taste like salt with an undercurrent of the spilt champagne and you wonder what his dick tastes like. Your breath hitches as the speed of the men increase in unison, as if both can feel the other’s ravenous energy threatening to swallow the room.

Nails trail up the expanse of your now exposed stomach, your dress tangled above your head to hold your hands in place. Not sure when it happened (let alone by who) you don’t have time to dwell in the thought as teeth dig into your flesh, desperate and hungry. You can’t see who’s doing what anymore, your sight blocked by the body hovering over yours, the sensation of not being able to see only adding to the intense feeling of rapture taking over your body.

Every thrust digs deep within your core, every caress against your over-stimulated clit, every flick of the tongue against your skin has you close to boiling. Your skin is hot enough to fry on yet somehow not burning the men devouring your body, their movements continuing as if they intend to drive you insane.

Warm lips. Hotter fingers. You’re close.

“Come for me, baby,” Wonwoo says, his voice deep and guttural as he somehow quickens his pace. “God, I want to fuck you so bad. Don’t let me down now, baby.”

Finding comfort in alternating between sucking and chewing on the fingers in your mouth, fire bubbles from within. You shiver as heat spreads out across your skin accompanied by goosebumps as the volcano within erupts, bringing a stream of lava along for the ride. Every muscle clenches (even muscles you didn’t realise you had) as ripples of pure bliss convulse throughout your entire being. Light kisses litter your chest as strong hands stroke your thighs, encouraging you to ride out your high.

“Oh my God,” you whisper under your breath as you try to regain your composure, each breath bringing you closer to a soothing calm.

“Sexy.” Wonwoo stares down at you as he eases his fingers out from your gushing pussy and brings them to his lips. “Delicious.”

Mingyu is slipping your dress over your head and sliding it back down your body, his hands smoothing out the material longer than necessary. Adjusting your panties, you run a hand through your hair before you sit back up, ignoring the radiating heat throbbing from your cunt and across your face you attempt to act as if you didn’t just orgasm at a host club.

Mingyu pulls you against his chest, his teeth grazing your neck as he whispers, “You’re so fucking beautiful. I don’t think I’ll ever get the image of you drowning in pleasure under me out of my head.”

“Shall we replace it with something else?”

“What?” Mingyu asks as both of you frown. The buzzing sounds ease until the hustle and bustle of the club becomes sharper, reminding you of where you are.

“Why don’t we go somewhere a little more private so we can continue without worrying about how loud you are,” he says, his eyes drifting over you both as a grin creeps across his alluring features before he pulls you to your feet. He motions for Mingyu to follow as he glides you towards the elevator. “And trust me, you will be. Loud, that is. I hope you don’t have to do anything tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“Because”–he leans in close, his lips brushing against your lips–“I can’t guarantee you’ll be able to walk once I’m done with you.”

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onlymingyus · 2 years

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pairing; jeon wonwoo x afab reader x kim mingyu

genre; smut (minors dni), threesome

warnings; unprotected sex, creampie, talk about cum, hands on neck, light biting, pet names, reader called slut, slight orgasm denial (more like prolongment), threesome, reader slightly "caged in" because of being held

request; no

w/c; 1.2k and some change

a/n; this is written for @multi-kpop-fanfics, love you darlin

Mingyu wraps his fingers around your neck, loosely, just enough that you know that he’s the one who’s in control right now. His eyes look down at you as he tilts your head back. A smirk playing on his lips, his thumb pressing against your jaw so you know what he wants. Your lips part, your mouth opening for him. He groans at your compliance, you were always so good for him, so good for them. You weren’t his, not really, but fuck if you didn’t make it hard to admit that sometimes.

“Tongue.” You stick out your tongue at his word and Mingyu spits into your mouth. His hand sliding up your neck just slightly. His thumb runs under your bottom lip as he watches your mouth close and you swallow down his saliva. “Such a good girl. Now come here and feel good, yeah?”

A whine falls from your lips when Mingyu kisses you before he turns you in his arms. His thick arm cages you to him, while his free hand slides along your bare stomach towards your thighs. “Spread your pretty legs. How can he make you feel good if you don’t show him your pretty little pussy?”

Chill bumps spread along your skin as Mingyu’s breath hits your neck. His mouth and nose running along the skin behind your ear before he kisses your soft skin urging you to be good for Wonwoo. Your boyfriend smirks watching you with his best friend. He was the only man he could watch you with. The only man he’d ever let close to you. Because he was the only one who understood, you belonged to Wonwoo no matter what happened in this bed.

“He knows what you like Y/N.” You whine out a yes agreeing and Mingyu smiles against your neck kissing softly once again before moving the hand from your thigh to your neck, his fingernails gently raking across your skin before he tilts your head to the side. You whine when you feel his teeth, especially the slightly pointed canines gently pressing to your skin before he kisses you again.

Wonwoo watches closely before moving his body towards yours. His hands moved your legs around his waist so that you were so perfectly trapped between him and Mingyu. You feel Wonwoo’s cock tracing your clit before you open your eyes and start to look down. A gasp falling from your lips only for Mingyu to tsk and turn your head towards him looking into your eyes.

A pout on the large man’s face before he laughs and nudges his nose against yours when Wonwoo begins to slide into you. Mingyu swallows your first moan, his groan mixing with yours because fuck you just sound so pretty. His cock is so hard, he wants to be inside of you too but he knows he will get his turn.

Wonwoo groans softly, his hands sliding along your thighs to your hips as he thrusts into you before he speaks. “I want to hear about your day, baby.” You whine on Mingyu’s lips causing the man to laugh before he leans his head back and runs his index finger along your jaw. “Tell us everything.”

You close your eyes and start trying to recount your day as Wonwoo fucks into you slowly but so deeply. His cock pressing against your cervix with almost every thrust as Mingyu pushes you forward helping him go deeper. Mingyu’s hand lightly caresses your jaw and neck as he nods to your words only to hiss into a disappointed sound when you skip over a detail of your day.

“What about that one class? Don’t skip details.” You whine and lean your head on Mingyu’s shoulder making both men smirk as Wonwoo slows down prolonging your pleasure, making you wait for your orgasm. “You already know my schedule…both of you. Please.” Wonwoo scoffs lightly and Mingyu tsks at you, raising your head back up before letting you look down at what is happening between your legs.

You moan as you watch Wonwoo’s cock disappearing into you with each thrust. Your eyes find his as he stares at you, possession dripping from his gaze. Mingyu nips at your jaw before moving his mouth to your ear to speak. “I thought you were his good girl? Don’t you want to cum baby?”

God, you wanted to cum. You needed it. After your day, you deserved it. They both knew you deserved it. That’s why you were here. That’s why they were here. You nod and whine out a yes, almost begging and Mingyu nods with you before running his tongue along your neck to your ear to speak again. “Of course you are and I know you do. Wonwoo knows that you do. So start over, tell us about your day.”

You gasp out a moan when Wonwoo thrusts into you harder, his intention clear. He smirks as you start back at breakfast and recount your day not skipping a detail though you start to gasp and pant near the end. Your walls tighten around his cock like a vice as his thumb moves to circle your clit.

Mingyu watches between your legs, his mouth on your shoulder as he raises his brow. He loved watching you come undone for Wonwoo or for him. There should be songs and books written about the orgasm and you should be the main subject with how stunning you looked when your thighs began to shake, your mouth dropped open slightly, soft moans turned to louder ones.

Wonwoo knew he wouldn’t be far behind you. The way your pussy was clenching around him, there was no man who could hold on to their release with that feeling around their cock. It was like heaven and he was ready to go. Wonwoo groans as you lean back against Mingyu, his release filling you completely making you whine out his name.

You hear both men let out soft groans when Wonwoo pulls out of you. His cum dripped out of you like nectar. Wonwoo shakes his head, his hand around his length as he runs his head through his cum and pushes back into you deeply. Mingyu leans his head back with a laugh as you moan, your hand on his thigh gripping hard. “You like when he fucks his cum back into you?”

He listens you to moan out a yes before he nods and looks back down to watch his best friend slowly fuck into you, cum coating his cock and your folds. Wonwoo smirks glancing up at the both of you watching him so intently before he leans in and grabs your chin. Mingyu’s grip on you relaxes slightly so he can pull you closer for a kiss. “Of course she does, my good little slut.”

Mingyu shakes his head before leaning back against the headboard as he lets Wonwoo take you from him for the moment. Your lips moving along his as he slides from you again only to break the kiss and groan. “And my little slut loves cum don’t you?” Your cheeks burn slightly but you nod making Wonwoo grin. “Mingyu’s waiting, he’s so hard he might not last too long. See how long you can make him last baby.”

Groaning, Mingyu runs his hand over his face at Wonwoo’s words before he watches you smile, biting your pretty lips when you turn to look at him. His hand reaches out to you as you crawl back towards his lap and his thick waiting cock. “Be kind to me Y/N.” You laugh holding his length as you slowly sink down with a moan listening to him groan. “I want to hear all about your day Mingyu.”

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onlyseokmins · 1 year

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MEANIE/MINWON FIC RECS — onlyseokmins edition 🔞

Hellow, a few smut based recs I'd like to give for an anon's belated birthday present since I don't have the capacity to write anything rn, I thought I'd give my fellow moots/writers some love 🤍 ofc this isn't an all-inclusive list and many have probably already been read but a re-reblog/mention is always nice to gift. I did try my best for some to find various fics and writers heh enjoy and tysm to all of you for your amazing content you always put out 🤗 there are prolly a bunch I missed cuz I did this via mobile and that was exhausting so pls feel free to reblog or send more. And pls don't forget to check out ppl's masterlists and reblog w/ nice tags to give a lil love 💖

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Eggs, Bacon, & Sausage Sandwich

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Good to Us

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Bittersweet (series)

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Call Him Bestie in Bed

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Who'd Have Thought

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Getting Closer (One) | (Two)

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Between Heaven + Hell (One) | (Two)

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Can I Buy You a Drink?

@writeformesinpie

Midnight Appetite

@xddaengx

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lettersfromaphrodite · 10 months

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| I feel danger on your lips but it tastes good |

― pairing : Mingyu x Wonwoo ― content warnings : fluff, smut, vampire au, mingyu feeds from wonwoo ― word count : 4.976 ― summary : «don’t venture so far from your room at night,» Mingyu spoke with an alluring smile, «you’ll never know what lurks in the dark.»

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

The flames seemed to be alive, burning so bright that it seemed like the sun was rising extremely early that day; the orphanage was completely engulfed by a fire that sadly, no one managed to extinguish before noon.

Wonwoo woke up with a startle, breathing heavily as he did that same night years ago, as he did what he could to help saving few of the children still trapped in the building.

"Well, good morning”, he thought, as he reached for his glasses on the nightstand, and eventually decided to get up and get ready for the day. Wonwoo was twenty-two now, and he resigned himself that he wouldn’t be as lucky as the other adopted children; however, his life seemed to had taken a decisive turn since the day he started working at the very expensive mansion where a very young Count Kim Mingyu was living.

That morning, Wonwoo had had waited for few minutes before the heavy front door of the mansion moved, and few seconds later a woman was peeking her head from behind it.

«Hello,» Wonwoo greeted with the hint of a curt bow, «I’m here for the-»

«The butler position!» the woman excitedly interrupted him, now almost standing in front of him; Wonwoo nodded, and she answered with a gentle smile, fidgeting her hands in the white apron falling from her waist.

«I’m Ljudmila, the head maid.» she offered, making enough space for Wonwoo to get inside the mansion. He briefly introduced himself, and when she told him that she would explain his duties so that he could start the following day, he questioned whether someone else had applied for the position.

«No,» Ljudmila shook her head, not looking at him; her frown seemed to deepen, and with it – Wonwoo noticed, so did the wrinkles on her forehead and around her eyes. «I believe you didn’t hear about rumours on your way here, or anything suspicious?» Wonwoo shook his head, and the frown disappeared from Ljudmila’s features.

«You can walk into every room in this castle, except of course for the ones you will find locked. The Master’s room are in the east wing of the mansion, but you don’t need to meet him for the time being.» Ljudmila’s voice was authoritative yet kind – it was obvious that she had been doing this for many years as she explained in details what would have been Wonwoo’s duties at the mansion; needless to say, he was so happy to hear that he would have his personal room that he almost forgot to listen to the rest.

Ljudmila, however, quickly noticed that Wonwoo rarely spoke and brushed it off thinking that he must have been very reserved, something quickly denied from the letters that accompanied him. Apparently the poor boy was one of the youngsters living in the orphanage that caught fire few years earlier.

The days went by quite slowly and monotonously, something that Wonwoo definitely didn’t dislike. Most importantly, Ljudmila must have said something to the other maids because – despite everyone being friendly to him, no one actually pushed too much for a conversation. Needless to say, Wonwoo was incredibly thankful to Ljudmila.

Among the things Wonwoo definitely wasn’t going to forget was his second day on the job, since everyone was almost incredulous about him being still alive, for whatever reason.

«Good heavens!» the cook had welcomed him in the kitchen that morning, «now this is something unexpected!» he laughed his thunderous laughter echoing in the room.

«What do you mean?» Wonwoo asked, his eyebrows furrowed in doubt. Did he sleep too much? No, that couldn’t be, the sun had just risen in the sky and yet there he was, washed up and dressed up for the day.

«It’s not a good idea…» one of the maids unsurely voiced her thoughts, however, Ljudmila almost appeared out of nowhere.

«Everyone, cut it out!» she quickly and nervously walked around the kitchen, faintly hitting both the cook and the maid that spoke with a the edge damp rag, without actually hurting them, «the poor boy has just arrived, are you – think about my sanity! I’ll grow older of twenty years in three days if you keep this up.» she sat on a nearby chair, breathing an exhausted sigh before smiling kindly at Wonwoo, who was silently looking at that bizarre interaction.

It was clear to Wonwoo that there was something up with this mansion – or even the Master himself; however, Wonwoo was definitely more determined that any danger lurking around. After all, he needed the job, didn’t he?

During the few months Wonwoo had started working as a butler, he definitely managed to make a lot of good memories, but honestly, the only things permanently engraved in Wonwoo’s mind were his encounters with his Master.

The first time it happened, Wonwoo had woken up from a nightmare and after tossing and turning in his bed without managing to fall asleep again, he decided to take a silent stroll around the garden; however, the moment he reached the path sided with roses in bloom, his feet came to an abrupt stop.

There was someone standing in the middle of the garden and right next to the fountain, his back was turned and therefore he couldn’t see that Wonwoo was there. Judging by what he could see from the distance, the boy was probably Mingyu himself, Wonwoo thought, since he stood perfectly straight and his hair seemed to be as dark as a starless night.

It was like one of t he fairy tales Wonwoo had read in the orphanage; the stranger turned his head a little, and time seemed to stop. Less than a second later, Wonwoo found himself walking away, his heart hammering in his chest for whatever reason; his feet carried him back to his room, where he locked himself in just to lie on his back, his hands firmly placed above his heart in the vain attempt to calm down as he was blankly staring at the ceiling and waiting for the morning to come.

The second time, Wonwoo was silently heading back towards his room, probably a little later than usual since he couldn’t help but rearrange the whole library in both chronological and alphabetical order, when he heard confident steps echoing in the hallway, coming from the opposite direction.

It was dark outside, and the butler was wandering a little too close to the east wing of the mansion, he realised – however, a little too late. Wonwoo heard the faint clatter of shoes hitting against the perfectly clean marble floor slowly but steadily approaching, and instinctively froze in his steps; he quickly glanced around, noticing that it was definitely too late to hide.

A tall figure appeared at the end of the corridor, and Wonwoo quickly realized that it must have been his Master, the same person he saw in the garden; the more he approached him, the more Wonwoo swore he could feel his heart quicken his pace.

Master Kim was a gorgeous young man, Wonwoo thought, it was clear to him, even if the only source of light was the moonlight shining outside of the large windows that lined the hallway; he was tall, his body seemed to be well proportioned and his skin seemed to be the same colour as honey.

However, Wonwoo thought, his mind must have been playing tricks on him because he could swear that his Master’s eyes seemed to be a deep yet bright shade of red.

«We finally meet, …» Mingyu purposely faked to be oblivious to the youngster’s name.

«Wonwoo, Sir.» the boy answered, his eyes now staring at the marble floor, since he felt incredibly small under the other’s authoritative gaze.

«I hope you managed to find yourself at home here, however, don’t venture so far from your room at night,» Mingyu spoke with an alluring smile, «you’ll never know what lurks in the dark.»

Wonwoo felt his cheeks heathen as he apologized to him, and once again, he quickly walked towards his room, once again with his heartbeat hammering in his chest so loudly that Wonwoo was afraid his ribcage was going to explode from the intensity of it.

The menacing and mysterious aura around his Master disappeared a week later, as soon as Ljudmila asked Wonwoo to bring Mingyu his breakfast.

«Knock on his bedroom door three times, he’ll let you in,» she instructed, «don’t open the curtains, he’s got a terrible temper in the morning if he hasn’t fed – oh please, don’t tell him I said that. Place the tray on the mahogany desk in the middle of the room and then wait for him to dismiss you. Okay?» Wonwoo nodded immediately, picking up the tray filled with fruits, warm milk and a crystal vial filled with a reddish liquid that definitely didn’t look normal – or edible, at all.

«Are you sure that was a good idea? The boy doesn’t know that he’s working for a vampire.» the cook – already busy cutting a large amount of carrots for lunch, asked his long time friend and colleague.

«I’m getting old,» she answered, sitting on the chair in front of him, and starting to help him in his task, «this year I will be fifty four, and believe me, I want our Master to have someone reliable at his side.»

«You could have warned him, though.» was the only thing he answered.

«Don’t you remember how each one of us eventually found out? We both seen Mingyu grow up, and I believe you know better than me that Wonwoo’s is in perfectly safe hands.» she explained, smiling fondly at the memories of an extremely young Mingyu, running through the kitchen and eagerly wanting to taste human food.

The east wing was symmetrical and perfectly equal to the rest of the mansion, still, the feeling of being allowed to venture inside it for the first time was more than enough for his heart to pick up pace in anticipation.

Wonwoo knocked three times against his Master’s door, before hearing his faint order to come in, just like Ljudmila had said. The bedroom was huge and, surprisingly enough, the furniture seemed to be really minimalistic.

“Less for me to clean”, Wonwoo thought, as his eyes quickly scanned the room. A mahogany desk with a large velvet-covered chair stood in the centre of the room – behind which stood the door-window leading to the small terrace attached to the room; to his left, a small bookcase formed a corner between two walls while to his right, there was a wide canopy bed where he easily found the target of his task.

His Master was sprawled on the mattress, his clothes were half unbuttoned and the sheets looked like he had tossed and turned all night without getting a minute of sleep.

«My dearest Ljudmila, believe me, I will die soon if I don’t personally feed on a human.» Mingyu sighed, his eyes lost in the ceiling above him, as he ran his fingers through his hair with a distressed movement.

«Your- your Grace» Wonwoo cleared his voice, immediately capturing the other boy’s interest, who was watching at his every move as his life depended on it, «Ljudmila is busy, she sent me.»

Mingyu was quick to lift himself on his elbows, studying Wonwoo’s movements as the butler placed the tray on his desk; while he was there, he took advantage of the situation and quickly re-arranged the order of few papers, just to make a little more space for him, if he decided to eat.

As Wonwoo re-adjusted his glasses, he heard his Master sigh, «Fine, but you’ll have to feed me, bring the blood to me, please.»

Wonwoo stared both at the ample filled with the ominous coloured liquid and then at Mingyu; did he hear that right?

Mingyu, however, noticed the confusion in the other’s eyes and chuckled briefly, tilting his head, «I guess Ljud didn’t tell you anything.»

«About what-» Wonwoo abruptly cut his own sentence with a sigh; he run a hand through his hair, before eventually, he took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, «what was she supposed to tell me?»

«For a start, that the Master of this mansion is a vampire.» Mingyu answered with a confident smile, finding Wonwoo’s reaction a weird mixture between adorable and cute.

«You really want me to fall for that?» he questioned the boy who was still looking at him with a confident and mischievous smile.

«Fall for “that” as in, fall for me?» Mingyu teased as he decided to get up from the sea of sheet he was lying comfortably on top of; with few confident strides, he closed the space between himself and Wonwoo, now standing in front of him.

Without realizing, the butler instinctively took an imperceptible step back, but the desk was there to stop his short and useless attempt to keep a reasonable distance.

«First thing first, I know you noticed my eyes when we met,» Mingyu tilted his head down to meet Wonwoo’s gaze, who definitely couldn’t deny the fact that normal people didn’t have bright red eyes.

«Most importantly, now that we are so close,» Mingyu leaned towards the butler, who instinctively leaned back on the desk, his hands reaching behind himself in order not to fall, «I can’t help but notice that your blood smells delicious, Wonwoo.» Mingyu spoke with an alluring and husky voice, every trace of the lively and teasing Master from seconds ago seemed to have disappeared; Wonwoo’s heart started to quicken its pace, as he was having troubles identifying what he was feeling.

Actually, he was almost sure that among the mixture of confusion and astonishment he felt at the sudden revelation, he could also find a little bit of anticipation, especially when he was certain to have felt Mingyu’s teeth ever so sightly graze at the exposed skin on his neck that the collar of his shirt didn’t cover.

The intimate moment they shared ended shortly after, when Mingyu lifted his head, tilting it back so that their gaze would meet.

«Do you believe me now?» Mingyu questioned him with a smile, and as soon as Wonwoo’s gaze fell to the two pointy fangs that were oh so visible in his Master’s dazzling smile, he eventually came to the conclusion that his words were true.

Actually, thanks to the other servants, he had always known that something was up with the mansion, he was just glad that it didn’t turn out to be haunted with ghosts.

Satisfied with the butler’s answer, Mingyu went back to his bed, and Wonwoo quickly recomposed himself.

«Should I get an empty cup of tea or-» Wonwoo nervously adjusted his glasses, which were about to fall off the bridge of his nose.

«You were really going to obey that silly order?» the vampire stared at him with wide eyes; Wonwoo nodded, and with a lively laugh, Mingyu fell back in the sea of white sheets.

From that day, much to Ljudmila’s happiness, Wonwoo became Mingyu’s personal butler.

Few weeks later, Wonwoo knocked against Mingyu’s bedroom door, scoffing while hiding an amused smile as the only answer the vampire decided to give him was a groan.

«Good morning, Your Grace.» Wonwoo politely greeted Mingyu, who was lying in the usual sea of sheets he loved, with his pillow tightly pressed against his head.

Now, Wonwoo had spent enough days at the vampire’s side to realize that something in his behaviour definitely was off; he quietly placed the tray of breakfast on the desk, before quietly approaching the bed.

«Is everything okay?» Wonwoo gently questioned, reaching out to touch Mingyu’s hand over the pillow, but eventually halting his movements; the vampire kept silent, and the butler crouched next to his bed, finding it impolite to sit on his sheets.

«You can sit here.» Mingyu mumbled few seconds later, gently patting the empty spot next to his waist; Wonwoo thanked him and complied.

No one spoke for few minutes, and the both of them fell into a comfortable and weirdly intimate silence; Mingyu didn’t move his hand from the mattress, and Wonwoo didn’t realize that their fingertips were almost touching.

«I simply have a headache, you can go if you want to.» the vampire’s hoarse voice broke the silence, but somehow, Wonwoo believed that he wasn’t telling the whole truth.

«I’m your personal butler, meaning I don’t have much to do if you’re sleeping.» Wonwoo lied. He definitely had something to do in the morning: collect mail from the entrance hall and sort it in order of importance before bringing it back to Mingyu – who most importantly had requested Wonwoo to drop formalities when they were alone. Then he needed to collect his freshly washed clothes from the laundry room, and then he promised Ljudmila he would help her clean the crystal chandelier in the living rooms, not to mention -

«I get very bad headaches and really dizzy if I don’t drink human blood.» Mingyu confessed, his pinky finger unconsciously touching Wonwoo’s index finger.

«Haven’t you been drinking blood every day, though?» Wonwoo curiously questioned, barely moving his hand, so that their fingers touching wouldn’t be as casual as it was few moments ago. Mingyu groaned, and that was the only answer Wonwoo thought he’d get; eventually, the vampire sighed, lifting the cushion from his head, his gaze adjusting to the partial brightness in the room.

«You’re perceptive, little one,» Mingyu teased, «however, that’s animal blood – which for being clear, is definitely not the same.» Wonwoo hummed, as he seemed to be lost in thoughts for few seconds, he asked the vampire if there was anything he could do, but Mingyu simply sighed, shaking his head.

«I appreciate your concern, but unless you want me to feed from you, there’s nothing you can do.»

A whirlwind of thoughts seemed to float inside Wonwoo’s mind after he heard Mingyu’s magic words. Of course, he thought the vampire was insanely attractive and of course, he found himself more than once fantasizing about the possibility of kissing those full lips; moreover, he had to admit that the fact that Mingyu was both extremely clumsy and effortlessly funny was enough for him to get fond of t he vampire every day a little more.

Actually, his blooming feelings were completely reciprocated by the vampire, but nor him nor Mingyu had ever considered the possibility, and therefore, when Wonwoo spoke a faint «okay, let’s do it.», Mingyu thought he was hallucinating.

«I’m not undressing more than this,» Wonwoo clarified, as he stared at the vampire, lazily sitting on the bed; the butler was basically still completely dressed, with the only exception of his gloves and his jacket. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, and thanks to the partial darkness of the room, he didn’t notice how Mingyu’s gaze hungrily travelled on the glimpse of toned skin that he could see.

«Works for me, but if things get messy I’m gonna stain your shirt, and you’ll have to tell Ljud.» Mingyu shrugged, a breathless chuckle escaping his lips as he heard Wonwoo groan in agreement, since he didn’t want to feel Ljudmila’s beloved damp rag on his skin anytime soon, especially for something he didn’t do.

Wonwoo lowered the suspenders keeping the shirt in place, letting the pieces of fabric dangle from his belt loop; he quickly got rid of his shirt, before folding it and placing it next to his jacket.

Following Mingyu’s direction, Wonwoo climbed on the mattress, and awkwardly sat on his lap; the vampire was keeping his left hand behind himself for balance, while his right hand immediately reached out to gently hold the other boy’s slim waist.

«This should be the part where you relax.» Mingyu mumbled, as his hand hesitantly slid from Wonwoo’s waist to his thigh. He tentatively widened the palm of his hand, just to squeeze the skin ever so lightly; needless to say, he found Wonwoo’s sudden whimper an addictive sound.

«If I do, we’ll be touching touching.» Wonwoo answered, hesitantly; despite his embarrassment, he didn’t want to move away, and as he felt Mingyu guide his hands to his chest, he let him, relaxing a little bit further against the other.

«I’m about to drink your blood, so it works for me,» the vampire shrugged, hiding behind a nervous smile, «are you sure you’re okay with this?»

Wonwoo didn’t need time to think about it before answering that yes, of course he was; a faint tug at his left thigh was what made him spread his knees a little more, completely sitting on Mingyu’s lap.

Now, clearly the both of them noticed that the other one was half hard but still – thankfully, no one decided to mention it. Mingyu’s lips immediately found Wonwoo’s collarbone, trying to focus his mind on his task of feeding before he decided to succumb to the lust and the attraction he felt for the younger boy.

«It- It tickles.» Wonwoo whispered, his shoulder instinctively twitching, making Mingyu move the direction of his open mouthed kisses a little upwards. If he were to be honest, that amount of kisses definitely was not necessary, but still, Mingyu didn’t exactly know why he was paying so much attention to it; whether it was because he wanted Wonwoo to fully get comfortable in his presence, whether he was loving the feeling of the other boy tightly gripping his shirt while trying to hide needy whimpers, Mingyu thought he would gladly stop time in that moment, so that they could enjoy it a little bit longer. Mingyu felt Wonwoo giggle again, and he breathed a little exasperated giggle as he leaned back once again.

«I’m sorry, it really tickles a lot.» Wonwoo apologized, and the both of them ended up finding that situation incredibly surreal to the point where they were thrown into a fit of small giggles.

«I’m good now, I promise.» Wonwoo took a deep breath as the both of them seemed to have calmed down; his hands found once again their place against the vampire’s chest – tightly gripping Mingyu’s shirt.

Wonwoo didn’t know what to expect, since the only time he had heard about vampires were in fairy tales; was their bite supposed to hurt, was it supposed to bring him a weird kind of pleasure?

Whatever the butler was trying to prepare for, he definitely didn’t consider the fact that Mingyu decided to place his hand on his nape, just to connect their lips; Wonwoo immediately reciprocated in a clumsy and passionate gesture, and he believed he could feel the butterflies in his stomach do somersaults as soon as he felt Mingyu groan against his lips as soon as he faintly tugged on his hair. They ended up kissing passionately until their lips felt swollen, and as they were both panting to catch their breath, Wonwoo gently guided Mingyu’s head to his neck.

It was crazy how a simple gesture was about to make him come untouched, but Wonwoo thought that nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of Mingyu sucking on his blood; it was weird, he had to admit, but at the same time, Wonwoo felt like his blood was being turned into a molten core gently spreading through his body. His senses felt heightened in an almost inhuman way, and the feeling of Mingyu’s arms gently but firmly holding his body close were driving him to hypersensitivity; whatever was happening, Wonwoo definitely didn’t want for it to end.

«Are you sure you feel better?» Wonwoo questioned, watching Mingyu nod as he wiped the small amount of blood falling from the corner of his lips.

«I know it’s really not romantic and I kind of planned to do things a little differently, but I really like you,» Mingyu confessed out of the blue, his gaze searching for Wonwoo’s as he felt him instinctively tense up in his lap, «and I really want you,» he added, moving his gaze towards the other’s lips, «heavens, how I want you.» he mumbled again, the huskiness and arousal in his voice were enough to drive Wonwoo’s mad.

The butler studied the vampire for few seconds, but still, he found no trace of lie in his gaze, especially because he has proven more than once that he didn’t have a single reason to lie to him. Wonwoo relaxed once again, his arms snaking around the vampire’s neck. «I really like you too,» he mumbled against Mingyu’s lips, feeling them part as if they were magnets, «and I really want you too.» That morning, Mingyu and Wonwoo ended up making love for the first time, showering each other with the eager affection of a blooming love, as their fingertips remained tightly intertwined.

For the whole day, no one among the servants asked where the Master and Wonwoo were; if the reason was Ljudmila threatening to kill everyone who suggested to look for them, that’s something neither Mingyu or Wonwoo needed to know.

Few weeks later, far too early on a Sunday morning, Mingyu groaned, turning the other way as he tried to fall asleep again. He stretched out his arm, realizing that Wonwoo must have woken up already; with an annoyed sigh, he silently cursed his servants for being so loud in the morning for no reason at all.

Eventually, Mingyu ended up shifting on Wonwoo’s side of the bed, trying to enjoy what was left of his lover’s warmth, but the noise didn’t seem to stop anytime soon; the vampire crooked one eye open, just snort while trying to hide an amused laughter – of course, Wonwoo hushed him immediately with a quick gesture of his hand.

«I told you, that I don’t want us to get married, not yet!» one of the maid’s loud voice echoed from the courtyard. Wonwoo was hiding behind the heavy curtain, following the interaction with extreme interest while carefully avoiding for too much light to peek into Mingyu’s room; he knew that light didn’t affect his lover, but he also knew that his temper wouldn’t be great if he were to be woken up with too much sunlight peeking inside the bedroom.

«But why not? Is it because of your parents? You didn’t tell them you’re pregnant, did you?» the gardener immediately retorted, his voice filled with irritation and astonishment. Wonwoo did his best to hide his surprised gasp, the tray – on which Mingyu’s dressed for the day were neatly placed, now digging a little more in his waist.

«I knew it!» Wonwoo faintly mumbled to himself while bringing his free hand in front of his mouth – still unaware about the fact that Mingyu was awake, and therefore earning another amused giggle from the vampire.

The argument between the couple went on for minutes, and Wonwoo was too immersed in his activity that he definitely didn’t notice Mingyu eventually walking up and walking towards him.

«What’s the commotion?» Mingyu’s hoarse voice spoke right against Wonwoo’s ear as he hugged his waist from behind, and the butler almost had a heart attack on the spot.

«Shh!» Wonwoo quickly silenced him, ignoring the fact that on that moment, he was definitely being louder than his lover. «One of the maids is pregnant, the gardener asked for her hand in marriage.» Wonwoo briefly explained. Mingyu gave him a brief nod, yawning and scratching his chest; he absently took the tray from Wonwoo’s hands – who immediately let him, and right after he placed it on his desk.

The next few minutes looked something in between from ridiculous to adorable; Mingyu, a vampire, was peeking from behind the curtain and repeating whatever Wonwoo’s ears couldn’t hear while Wonwoo, his butler, was mirroring his actions while moving his right hand as if to urge him to tell him more because «I didn’t hear it! Oh, damn that gardener’s thick accent.»

Mingyu yawned again, kissing his lover’s shoulders three times before eventually walking to the side of the door-window in order to open the curtains; Mingyu took the other’s hand – and of course Wonwoo let him lead them to the small balcony.

«I thought we were eavesdropping in a discreet way.» the butler mumbled with a small pout, not enjoying the fact that his fan had been cut short; however, now that the couple was on the balcony, Wonwoo definitely noticed that a large part of the servants had gathered in the courtyard as well, everyone suddenly interested and invested about the issue.

For a second, Wonwoo’s gaze met Ljudmila’s exasperated one, and as she shook her head, he chuckled briefly.

«Say, Wonwoo, what if we give them something to actually gossip about?» Mingyu’s alluring voice was once again speaking next to Wonwoo’s ear. The poor butler didn’t even have enough time to turn around and ask the vampire what he meant, when he found Mingyu’s lips gently crashing on his. Immediately, Wonwoo returned the gesture with equal fervour, as if it was the first time him and Mingyu were kissing and they haven’t been doing it on a daily basis for weeks.

Mingyu’s hands gripped Wonwoo’s waist, and pulled the younger boy flat against his chest; he didn’t need to check to be sure that the lovers quarrel had been already forgotten in order to talk about how «did you see the way young Master Mingyu was dragging Wonwoo to his bed?»

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Just a little introduction…

My name is Ariel (pronounced Arr-ee-el), i’m 21 and I discovered my fondness of writing only a couple of months ago. I’m not the best but i’m hoping through your feedback that i’ll get better over time.

I have liked k-pop for just over a year now and the groups I currently stan are: Seventeen (😊) BTS. TXT. EXO. Red Velvet. Monsta X. Blackpink.

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candlelightandmoonshine · 19 days

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nonuify · 11 days

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ᝰ.ᐟ ♟️ — SVT ; ! top 3 things they’d love in sex.

nsfw is included ! minors do not interact 18+.

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL ;

- a size kink with a bulge kink. especially manhandling you with his arms like damn oh my godddd, fuckin you till you see his cock poking under your belly button </3

- dacryphilia, seeing you fucked out and you balling your eyes out omg, sometimes him being a meanie to you and just slapping your bum to see those pretty little tears makes him go feral.

- a bondage kink, doesn’t have to be too extreme loves tying you up and seeing dolled up for him weither just a simple silk around your hands or pretty ropes restraining your whole body.

YOON JEONGHAN ;

- edging, it’s a big turn on for him & you imagine him denying you so many times he would smirk at himself proud of the look of his pretty lover trembling and begging to cum.

- degradation, yeahh he’s a menace lol he would just degrade you till your a crying mess, and oh my god dumbfiction with it?? like imagine whispering in your ear“fuck my pretty dumb little slut all fucked out f’me huh”. he would also like receiving it fastest to way to get into his pants.

- corruption, ugh he will get a boner instantly if you are (or act) clueless about smth dirty, loves the feeling of it. like the first time you were riding him, you overwhelmed bc you thought you didn’t do good but he was a moaning mess of how cluelessly innocent you were abt it

HONG JISOO ;

- praising turned into degrading. I have a vision of him being like so soft but turning into the biggest meanie help me like?? praising you so lovingly till you made him jealous or something then get ready to be crying the whole night loving every single bit of it.

- breeding kink. uhmm the thought of you bearing his children yes please. man’s dirty talk about pumping his kids in you is craaazy “shit wanna see you all full of my cum hmm?? leaving my cum dripping out of you baby”.

- boob play. worshipping your tits is on top of his list even if it’s not smut related he loves getting squished between your boobies lolol.

WEN JUNHUI ;

- marking. thought of you all in purplish love bites by him makes him go through it help. he loves marking your boobs, thighs, neck you name it you have a hickey/bite in it

- creampie. even after cumming in you once he will keep coming till he sees his pretty semen leaking outta you & you know you will keep it there even if you wear panties or head out somewhere.

- dry humping. stop imagine you begging him to fuck you and lets you dry hump on his thigh he would be cocky and flex his thigh to make electricity shoot through you, or he would thrust in you with clothes on tease you wet little cunt on his clothed cock.

KWAN SOONYOUNG ;

- pegging. lol big take but he LOVES when you peg him he was a little hesitant at first but was obsessed when you guys tried it.

- blowjob/eating out. him being stressed all it takes is a blowjob from you to make his day better. even if it’s in work, or the house or anywhere if he’s hard you’ll gladly drop your knees for him lol, and don’t get me started he loves eating you out like it’s his last meal man is dedicated to let you squirt all over his face.

- roleplay. he would totally let you wear a tiger plug help me… when you wiggle your ass for him GOD. he would go crazy. “ who’s my pretty little tiger” as he leaved kisses all over your face.

JEON WONWOO ;

- bodyworship. he would worship your body so bad like kissing every curv & inch of you, man is so obsessed with you inside and out. get buckled up to feel his mouth everywhere, he would kiss you slowly as foreplay to rile you up ( it will work.)

- lingerie. he absolutely adores when you wear a pretty lingerie, lacy or not he will fuck the daylights you and rip it apart & buy you another one and repeat. or when you bend over and your cute little panties show oh the the raging boner he’s having at the sight of it ugh.

praising. he loves receiving and giving praises to his lover he finds it so delicate and soothing while making love to compliment how well you’re doing for him or when you tell him how much you love him it’s so sweet and means a lot.

special mention ; loves when you moan out his name may make him cum instantly

LEE JIHOON ;

- exhibitionism. not literally just he loves fucking you in his studio with the thought of someone hearing how good he’s fucking you?? god he gets so excited when he does it.

- orgasm denial. riling you up when you guys have a quickie then when you’re about to cum he leaves you there teasing you & causing you to be a brat then fucks you the whole night till the morning cuz yeah lolol but he really loves torturing you till you beg him to let you cum ( he loves hearing you beg )

- cock warming. ugh just the thought of uji cock warming you till he’s done with his work. you be rlly sulky about & what does he do when you whine? spank your ass. but he’s so touchy tho :(( he’ll rub your waist and give you kisses alot !!

LEE SEOKMIN ;

- choking. he loves fucking you while having his pretty hands on you, ( you will love it too duh hand kink ) but not actually pressing hard just a little bit of pressure ugh it’s a work of art having you fucked out in tears & cum on your face then him choking you.

- face sitting. when he tells you to sit on his face you SIT ON it. he’s so pussy drunk he loves loves loves it when you do it omg will give u a spank here in there boy will go hours eating your cunt out.

- dirty talk. his dirty talk game is crazy you cum untouched by his dirty talk alone like?? “gonna fuck you so good when we go home & won’t still till I have you shaking angel” he whispers to you in a dinner with the members and goes all smiley

KIM MINGYU ;

- size kink. duh we’ve seen this coming. he totally loves pinning your arms up your head & sees the difference between your little hand compared to his. loves to manhandle you & fuck your brains out till cock drunk. when you tell him “y-your so big min” will make him go even harder & faster.

- mirror kink. fucking you infront of a mirror is a wet dream when he does it in real life it’s 10000x better. loves seeing his cock sucked up by your tight cunt, “mm look at me when I cum in your baby”.

- blindfolds. you get so whiny about it and he gets so turned on when he seees his lover desperate to see him also loves teasing you by surprising by dragging his cock against you till it’s tip’s teasing your hole.

XU MINGHAO ;

bondage. like cheol but more sophisticated finds it so arousing seeing you squirm under the ropes he so delicately tightened around your skin till it’s red. he also loves when he sees the remains of the rope leaving your skin & kisses it.

ass-worship . Idk why but man is so obsessed with your ass like?? he loves to spank it till it’s red might even bite it & if he’s feeling it he’ll eat it.

hair-pulling. receiving it mostly. adores when you tug roughly on his hair he just lets out loud moan. but will also pull yours when he tells you to look at him & you don’t ??? he’ll pull it to look at him which you absolutely love.

BOO SEUNGKWAN ;

- gagging. gagging him with your panties or a gag yes pls he might as well cum when you do that, or when he sees you stuffed with his tie oh my god it’s his pleasure to see that.

- riding him. the sight of you bouncing on his cock man does he love it, your cute tittes bouncing while you throw your head at how much good the feeling is. he’ll slap & grab your tittes till they’re swollen.

- sex toys. okok imagine him having a remote controller for your vibrator while you guys are out & he turns it up or when he’s feeling cocky in bed n masturbating his cock. you with the vibrator is in you after 2 orgasms ugh :(

CHWE HANSOL ;

- spit kink. he may seem oh sweet. no. he’s not. he’s the nastiest omg & you’d be so whipped like “open your mouth f’me sweets” he’ll spit & you’ll swallow like the good girl you are.

- music. idk but music seems like it’s a must like a sweet sensual song for you guys to fuck in seems so hot to him likeee my man is such a romantic.

- fingering. loves adores fingering you. sitting in his lap while he plunges his fingers into you stretching you out while giggling being too much a tease. he would probs eat your cum after letting you cum.

LEE CHAN

- foreplay. oh my lord his fore-play IS CRAZY. rubbing your clit or pressing on it while he leaves open mouth kisses all overt your face & your just so cute begging him to fuck you while he’s in his little world.

- daddy kink. being the youngest in the group then his lover saying daddy to him?? b o n e r alert. will bend you over & fuck you lol.

- boob job. he loves cumming all over your boobs wow. seeing your face full with his cum dripping on your boobs too damn. when he sees you scooping his semen n eating it?? god he’ll fuck you into oblivion so fast.

! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thank you for reading >ᴗ< !! these are ofc not accurate it’s just my takes on them 🫶🏻

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🌙 staring. Mingyu x afab!Reader I ft. Wonwoo

🔮 preview.“now I see the problem.” wonwoo’s voice makes you groan in annoyance, and you tangle your fingers in mingyu’s hair, dragging his lips to your own in an effort to block out whatever the incubus is about to say- “you’re a sex demon with a thing for love... that’s why you ran from me, isn’t it?”

cw/ tw. angst, mention of death by drowning, dark/yandere content, dream sex & dubious consent, vouyerism, dirty talk, dream exhibitionism, 3some, praise, unprotected sex, etc...

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 2.5k

🍭 aus. incubus/succubus au, ex’s to lovers, yandere, etc...

☀️ mlist + an. wonwoo participates as a verbal vouyer

You love joining Mingyu in his dreams; as they’re often fanciful and wondrous events that carry a number of themes that weave like threads through his unconscious mind.

The first such pattern you’d noticed when you’d initially begun visiting the man to feed on his energy, was the reoccurrence of the sea. While the dream shore often shifted from sands to rocks, and the perspective from being close enough to touch the mirror-like surface of the water- to standing on a cliff high above rolling waves, it was clear to you that Mingyu’s first love had always been the ocean.

But his second love- now this was the thread that you attached yourself to. If there’d been a thing called ‘The Succubus Handbook of Swindling Sleeping Men,’ there’d be an entire chapter dedicated to masking as a loved one in the dreams of a young man to ensure your claws dig deep-

And it had taken you only two slumbering encounters with Mingyu to find yourself in a fragmented memory that revealed to you how his soulmate had been stolen from him prematurely; she’d drowned.

The mixed feelings he felt in every dream - the longing, love, and despair - are what keep you coming back, even though you know you should really move on-

But you can’t, despite the consequences; and the sixth time you join the young man in his unconscious mind, slipping through the haze to take on the role of his long-lost lover, the inevitable end to a situation like this comes to fruition.

As you straddle Mingyu, getting comfortable in the dream, your hands flat to his broad chest while you roll your hips- you feel a tingle in the air, a shifting of energies, and you know your insufferable - annoyingly delicious - ex has arrived for his own fill of the fun, however, it’s not Mingyu’s energy that Wonwoo is here to feed from.

“Found you,” the incubus’s voice is deep, and the dark soundwaves seem to hang in the dream-hazed air for a moment, a sign that Wonwoo does not belong here.

He’s foreign, an entity that has infiltrated a dream not for the purpose of blending in, as you are, but for the purpose of watchfulness-

And spite.

Jealousy even-

It radiates off your ex playmate like a dark halo.

Below you, the man whose dream you reside in, has sat up, and his mouth is pressing feverish kisses to your throat, his hands exploring your body.

He’s completely oblivious to the incubus hovering over him a few feet away, and Mingyu will remain oblivious until Wonwoo takes on a familiar shape- he could choose any face from Mingyu’s past to take form in the dream-

There’d been a time in your life when the two of you would enter a person’s unconscious together- and with both of you there to prompt and prod the mortal, the energy you’d received while connected to Wonwoo had been unlike anything you’d ever experienced-

Only… after a while of toying with mortals, you’d noticed that Wonwoo had begun to siphon your energy too- and in the wake of one particularly draining dream - in a state of confusion and fear - you’d run.

However, cutting off communication with the incubus could only do so much- after having shared countless energy convergences together, Wonwoo can track you through the dream realms, the same way any incubus or succubus can find their way back to ‘scene partner’ humans.

In the few instances since your separation where Wonwoo has found you lingering in one dream realm for too long, he’s simply prompted you to talk to him, and when that fails, he stands watch like some ‘final boss’ - annoying - immortal vouyer.

You fear that the more you interact with him, the more energy he can take from you, and you’d made a promise to yourself that you’d never intentionally let him drain you again.

“You’re really going to continue ignoring me?” Wonwoo’s cold words are a stark contrast to the hot mouth that’s latched to your sweet spot.

“Yes,” you groan, tangling your fingers in soft hair, “right there, Gyu!”

The man under you lets out a moan, hands maneuvering your body so your panty-covered core can rub against his clothing-confined cock- you’re thankful that Mingyu’s soulmate had had an affinity for dresses; they make things much easier.

Wonwoo’s eyes take in the shifting of your hips, and he can see the slight shimmer of energy transference hazing between your body and that of the man pinned beneath you.

It’s something like torture for him to be this close to you, but unable to get you to talk to him- torture watching you excel at what you were born to do- what you once did with him.

He tries to be respectful- to a degree- tries not to engage too much after his first prompt for you to acknowledge him- but it’s been getting old, and his patience has been wearing thin.

How’s he supposed to control himself when you’re enjoying one of his favorite positions? How’s he supposed to keep his mouth shut when you’re at your most glorious?

“You’re so pretty-” Mingyu whispers against your neck, and the incubus stiffens-

He can do better than that.

“You can ignore me all you want,” Wonwoo concludes finally, “but in this dream, I’m done with keeping quiet.”

Your skin tingles at the notion, and the man worshipping your body begins to undo the bow at your back- intent on getting you bare for him.

“I can see why you like this one,” the Incubus sighs, crouching down so he’s eye level with you, “he has a lot of energy.”

Mingyu’s practically buzzing with it- every brush of his hands against your skin feels like magic, tingly electric kisses that jitter to the place between your thighs that needs him most.

You grind down against the man who’s finally got your dress undone behind you- and just as he’s about to pull it off, the garment simply disappears.

Mingyu pays it no attention to your vanishing clothes, mouth latching onto your nipple while you turn to send Wonwoo a harsh look.

“Oh, so you’re allowed to play but I’m not?” the incubus asks with a grin.

Leave it to Wonwoo to find one of the only things he can control about the dream - your clothing - without butting in fully. Sure, he could do other things like change the weather- but if either one of you is going to stir up a storm, it’s more than likely it will be you.

You refuse to answer the question of the man who watches, instead, turning your attention back to Mingyu.

“That’s it pretty boy,” you coo, running your hands through his hair and then down to his shoulder.

His shirt can be dream magicked away just as easily as your dress, and you figure: if Wonwoo can’t bother to wait to get me undressed, why should I bother to wait for the mortal?

With one small push, the man below you is flat to the ground again, bare-chested and looking up at you with eyes glazed over in dreamy wonder.

You’ve been taking your time with Mingyu in the past- but the incubus to your right brings out this primal side of you- you feel the need to match his insistence on a fast pace- to prove your equal power-

“Look at you,” the vouyer to your side says as you grind down on denim- his tone is affectionate; “So good with your hips- so good with your movements.”

A warm breeze brushes by your shoulder, and it heats your skin, making you moan.

“I’d ask you how wet you are, but we both know-” he trails off and takes a deep breath, swallowing thickly, “we both know that perfect pussy is always wet, huh?”

God-

You’d fucked mortals with Wonwoo for a long while, and never had he focused much of his attention on you.

While you’d gone into dreams together, your goal had always mutually been the person asleep-

It was their dreams, their energy you needed, their memories the two of you navigated to conduct a scene- and in their dreams, people always enjoyed being the center of attention.

It had just sort of happened that the two of you had found an affinity for girls who were looking for explorative dreams- as a succubus, you’d spent a lot of your life sucking energy out of men, it had been nice to enjoy someone worshipping you in a similar way- all you’d had to do most days was ride a face to completion, and it had satisfied you very well.

But you’d missed the feeling of being filled, and after three separate orgasms where you’d witnessed part of your energy surge to Wonwoo, you’d eagerly rushed back to the dreams of mortal males.

The man beneath you is soft in a way Wonwoo will never be, partly due to the dreamy state he’s in, but it’s more than that- you’d felt Mingyu’s radiance the first moment you’d entered his unconscious… and you’ve been licking at it ever since, drinking it up-

“I want you,” you tell Mingyu, leaning over him so you can trail your lips past his own while your hand slips between your bodies-

You’re surprised when your hand makes contact with his bare cock-

You’d definitely not been the immortal to use magic to strip Mingyu of his pants-

“Did I jump the gun again?” you can hear the smile on Wonwoo’s voice; “My bad.”

“Oh my god-” the man below you groans, hands flexing against your hips while you line him up with your entrance- “you feel so good-”

“I do?” you press a kiss to Mingyu’s under jaw that has him shivering while you sink down on his cock. “Tell me more.”

“You’re so warm-” he moans, “you feel-”

With another pleasured sound, the man snaps from your slow, teasing pace, and he rolls the two of you over, getting the upper hand in an instant.

“I love you,” Mingyu says, lacing his fingers with yours while he pins you to the grass, finding a fast, powerful pace, that has you wrapping your legs around his waist in delight. “God, I love you so much, you wouldn’t believe-”

This is your favorite part about visiting the lonely man’s dreams.

Your body surges with the energy he pours into you, with his words, with his cock- with the hot mouth that trails across your skin-

“Now I see the problem.”

Wonwoo’s voice makes you groan in annoyance, and you tangle your fingers in Mingyu’s hair, dragging his lips to your own in an effort to block out whatever the incubus is about to say-

“You’re a sex demon with a thing for love.” - He’s being ridiculous- “That’s why you ran from me, isn’t it?”

You continue to ignore him, digging your nails into Mingyu’s shoulders in an effort to make him fuck you harder-

“Those last three times- something was different- and I didn’t think much about it, until just now,” the musing man continues. “Those last few times- you watched me cum instead of closing your eyes, didn’t you?”

What is he even talking about-

“Instead of closing your eyes and eating up all the energy- you kept your eyes open- because you like me- you fed me those days too, didn’t you, gorgeous?”

“Fuck,” you whimper when Mingyu hits a particular spot inside of you, and you can’t help but belt out “yes!” followed by a; “just like that!” to keep Wonwoo humble-

But he sees right through you, as he sees through whatever soulmate face mask Mingyu sees. Wonwoo sees you to your core- which is odd, considering he doesn’t usually look at you-

But he’s looking at you now, and that warm brush of air hits your cheek again-

You break your kiss with Mingyu, turning your head to examine Wonwoo-

“That’s it baby,” Wonwoo breathes, more energy wafting off of his form to lap against your sides like a pleasantly passing wave- “you see now.”

You do.

You see clearly - that in your energy-depleted state of confusion - you’d run away from the one being who could give you the world.

‘The Succubus Handbook of Swindling Sleeping Men’ had never included a chapter on love- it was something you knew humans felt, but that had never been your prerogative.

Your need was energy- not love- because a human could never love you- they could never even see the true you-

But love is energy, the purest kind, and now there’s a man in front of you who is radiating it at you, consciously- unlike the mortal fucking you full of feelings not meant for you-

Feelings meant for someone else, someone who’d been from another world to begin with, another world that you could never exist in-

But Wonwoo-

He’s like you, and you haven’t met many of your kind.

All those you have bumped into in dreams have been quite territorial of their energy source- but not Wonwoo-

When you’d popped into your first dream with him, he’d been pleasantly surprised to see a succubus in a female’s fantasy- and you’d joined him in his energy siphoning nearly immediately; just two sex demons hanging out.

You’d been stupid to think sex demons hanging out would lead anywhere other than where it’s led.

“I’ve distracted you,” Wonwoo says smoothly, “it’s okay, you can enjoy Mingyu again, I’ll continue to watch. I’ve been enjoying watching you cum each time I catch you with a man, and something tells me that this time, you’re going to be more beautiful than ever.”

Because this time, he loves you.

This time, he’s filling up your energy cup just as Mingyu is- and soon, you’re overflowing.

Your pussy clamps down on Mingyu’s cock and he groans loudly below you-

“It feels so good Gyu- please- don’t stop-” you whimper-

Still needing more.

The mortal fucks you through your high, pushed to delirium and prompted by your words-

All the while the incubus’s hot gaze gently caresses at your cheek, fueling you even more-

Wonwoo’s not even touching you, but he’s making your skin tingle-

Mingyu presses his hot mouth to your neck, hips slowly coming to a stop while he continues moaning desperately, and you turn to look at the incubus.

Wonwoo’s taken aback at first - at having your direct attention - and he swallows thickly, his pretty, shimmery energy returning to him when he breaks your gaze to look at Mingyu.

“Do you think he’ll wake up soon?”

You laugh, shocked that this is his first question- and you shake your head slightly, no- Mingyu has long dreams-

He also doesn’t notice the brief motion of communication between you and the vouyer he can’t see, instead, he lets out a shaky breath, collapsing down against you, panting hot against your neck-

“Darling… you didn’t do your homework on this one,” Wonwoo taunts with a grin, his eyes shifting to Mingyu- giving him a once over that has your breath catching in your throat.

You cock your head, giving Mingyu a push that prompts him to allow you to roll your bodies so you come up on top-

The human groans, his hands grabbing at your hips, settling you on his cock-

“His first soulmate might have been a woman, but Mingyu’s one of the lucky few who has two soulmates- and as fate would have it…” your incubus lets out a laugh, “one of them is someone I can work with.”

And by that, he means that one of Mingyu’s soulmates is a dude.

“You’d enjoy working together again, wouldn’t you gorgeous? Wonwoo asks. “You found us such a good match- it would be a shame not to take advantage of this-”

A shame not to take advantage of Mingyu- the bubbly human with so much love to give that it overflows out of him- that it draws in dream predators whom he has no way of protecting himself against.

You hear a male voice shouting Mingyu’s name, the sound carried like an echoed memory on the wind- and the human below you shifts, sitting up, brows furrowing-

It would be so easy for Wonwoo to join now- so easy for him to take on the face of another lover and join you-

But would it be easy to fall in love?

Is what you have with Wonwoo love?

Is what you have with Mingyu love?

Are you making things difficult by even fathoming the notion of an immortal sex being like yourself finding romance?

You suppose- after hundreds of years being alone and unchanged, trusting Wonwoo is going to be a leap of faith-

Is letting Wonwoo in again worth it?

The last time you did, he made you question your entire existence-

Are you really up for that again?

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🔮 preview. you're no longer a succubus getting her fix; you're a brain-empty, sex fiend, pressed between two men from different worlds with one shared goal: maximum pleasure.

cw/ tw.bi!gyu (no mxm), unprotected sex, dubious consent, dirty talk, praise, anal, double penetration, breast worship, etc...

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 2.2k I teaser wc. 350

🌙 staring. Wonwoo & Mingyu x afab!Reader ;)

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“Just give me a yes,” Wonwoo’s words feel loud in your ear, and it makes you shiver-

You give a small nod instead, and a moment later, you feel a presence at your back, a second set of hands smoothing by your shoulders-

“What do we have here, Gyu?”

The voice sounds like Wonwoo’s, but it also doesn’t- and you know you’re catching a warped sound- a mix between the incubus and the man he’s masking as.

Below you, Mingyu only hears his lover, and when his eyes shift past your shoulder, you know it’s not Wonwoo he’s seeing-

When the human you’re straddling looks at you and the immortal sex demon at your rear, Mingyu simply sees the woman who was taken from him, and the new, masculine soulmate in her place.

You can see the effect the visual has on Mingyu, who licks his lips, swallowing thickly- fighting with the dream gloom that keeps him in a dazy haze- “Hyung-”

“Yes, pretty boy?” Wonwoo chuckles lowly, using the same pet name you’d used on Mingyu earlier- the pet name that always makes the human groan and buck his hips with interest-

“What are you-” Mingyu lets out another moan when you shift in his lap, hands smoothing against his shoulders- “what are you doing here?”

You can see his mind working- putting in the effort to make the scene in front of him make sense-

Anything can happen in a dream - especially in a sex dream, and while a threesome with his new lover and his dead ex might throw Mingyu off momentarily, you’ve navigated much odder scenarios with Wonwoo.

“Heard your moans, thought I’d come check it out.”

While Wonwoo appears to be talking to Mingyu, he could just as easily be talking to you: the succubus he’s been chasing from dream realm to dream realm-

“I thought-” Wonwoo continues, “you might need some help, but I see you’re being taken care of.”

A kiss is pressed to your shoulder, and you watch the way Mingyu follows the motion with his eyes, lips parting-

“You wouldn’t mind if I played with her while she plays with you- would you, Gyu?”

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Withering for You || Seungcheol - Part 1

Pairings: Seungcheol x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, CEO! Seungcheol au, Husband! Seungcheol au, Wife! Reader au, Music Teacher! Reader au, Arranged Marriage au, College Sweetheart au, Exes to Lovers au

Synopsis: When you are arranged married to the man, whose heart you had broken years ago, even dreaming about mending things seems next to impossible when he has been holding grudge for all these only to return it to you tenfold.

Warnings (specific to this part): Seungcheol is the biggest meany, crying, profanities, everyone is hurt and sad, everything is on rocks, mentions of infidelity (doesn't happen to though)

Word Count: 6.5k

Banner credits to my baby @hoeforhao (idk how I'd survive without you) <3

A/N: I'm back after a break, thanks for being patient.

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You see his face everywhere. He's on every billboard accross the city, on every magazine's cover page or the advertisements shown on giant LEDs.

Since the CEO of Choi Enterprise, unarguably the continent's best interior designing company, stepped down, the position was acquired by his son, Choi Seungcheol.

The enigmatic, quintessential, charismatic Choi Seungcheol. Who also happens to be your ex. Who's also the man you're on your way to meet. Make it make sense, you both have given a nod to your families to meet up for the prelim talks of marriage.

Your parents had been nagging you constantly to settle down and for every match they brought in, you wouldn't even blink an eye to reject the person. When asked the reason to their surprise, you always had some valid points to add in the books of rejection.

So when one afternoon you received a call from your father, surprisingly, requesting you to get home from earlier, you had never expected to see both of your parents distressed about a match that came in. When they slid the photo to you across the table you froze.

It was a picture of Seungcheol, his face wearing an expression everyone would take for being a lookup but somehow you felt his eyes were strained mockingly at you, as if he took that shot only for you.

"W-What does this mean?", the first question, when you are finally able to tear your eyes from the photo.

"Your matchmaking profile somehow got to the Choi's and they agreed to meet for talks--"

You're cutting off your mother, "No way Seungcheol would be agreeing to do this."

"It was Seungcheol.", your father's statement stuns you, "For what I've heard is it's only Seungcheol, who had agreed on this."

It took you a whole week to decide on it. A whole lot of contemplation and hesitation before you made up your mind to go for it. Roles reversed, your parents were hell bent on not letting you meet the Choi's because frankly they were no stranger to your past with Seungcheol's.

So now here you are, along with your parents standing in front of the 'Ritz Esplaza', one of the subsidiary hotels owned by the Choi's, the most exquisite one in the country as well.

When you had made up your mind, you had also mentally prepared yourself for all the attacks you knew you are going to face because no way Seungcheol is doing this with the motive of actually settling down with you happily. But since fate has given you another chance, you'd definitely try your best to hold in that man who holds onto your heart.

"Are you sure?", asks your father, concern evident in his voice. You give him a firm nod and walk into the building. Your anxious eyes watch you pass the floors one by one inside the elevator until it's your stop. When the door opens, you take a deep breath and walk out.

When was the last time you saw Seungcheol? Was it the day of graduation? Maybe it was at a party hosted by a common friend? Or was it the day you tore him apart? You couldn't remember clearly.

Seungcheol is people magnet. He's pleasant on eyes and he is the most sought after bachelor of the country.

As soon as you enter the lounge, you are lead into the executive room. And as soon as you step in, everything fades away except for the pair eyes on which your gaze locks.

Time has definitely done good to Seungcheol. The pictures don't do justice to how beautiful he actually is. You let your eyes linger on him. You notice the puffiness of his cheeks is now gone, his nose and jawline being sharper, his build strauter, physique drool worthy but what about him hasn't changed are his eyes. He has still those beautiful deep eyes those carry the entire universe in them.

But those eyes which had love filled in them for you once, are now looking at you condescendingly.

Awkward smiles and glances are exchanged before everyone takes their seat. As easy as to decipher it is, none of the parents are okay with this predicament. They can't comprehend why their children would put themselves into such a thing, a marriage without love but despise, hatred and pettiness.

No one makes an effort to initiate the conversation and as you sit anxious under Seungcheol's unwavering gaze which starts to creep onto your skin. When enough, you stand up, a loud screech of your chair erupting the air and look into his eyes as you say, "I want to have a talk with you in private."

Seungcheol smirks, eyes making a sumptuous roll as he gets up without a word and walks towards another room, having you follow him.

You enter, closing the door behind you. Seungcheol sits on the couch, unspeaking. As silence looms over again, you understand that Seungcheol doesn't have an ounce of interest in striking any kind of conversation with you.

Before unsettling thoughts could engulf you once more--

"Why did you agree to marry me, Seungcheol?"

The said man's lips curl up in a smirk as his snark respond comes to bite you, "I didn't agree. I chose to marry you, Y/N."

You shudder under his presence yet once more tonight.

"Why?", comes out your strained voice with a heavy question that you both know loomed since the beginning.

"Why are you here?", he questions back, "You could have said no. I believe no one has forced you to be here", he snides, "No one could ever force a manipulative woman like you."

There's an answer that's at the tip of your tongue which you don't want to let out because you know it would hold no value to Seungcheol.

"Let me guess?", he rubs his chin as if thinking, "For status or for money, maybe both? Habits die hard afterall."

Your ability to speak is snatched from you and it's a given that Seungcheol certainly won't stop degrading you anytime soon. But that's what, you know, you're mentally prepared but also you're not.

The same Seungcheol who'd have once fought the whole world for you, has become the person who'd slice you down with the thinnest thread mercilessly.

You agreed to marry Seungcheol because you think life has given you another chance to set things right.

Seungcheol agreed to marry you just to make your life miserable.

"Are you on IUD?", he asks off track and you gape at him shocked.

When you don't answer he continues, "I can book you an appointment whenever you're free this week to get it done."

Your whisper of a meek 'why' is met by another snarky response, "You surely know why. The major one accounts as your devotion to me as a wife."

Honestly, when his secretary who's also a close friend to him showed Seungcheol your profile on a matchmaking app, his mind squared on making a sick joke just to test your audacity. Never did he thought that you actually be willing to even meet him. Again, you are shameless and greedy, he knew that, so was he really surprised?

Seungcheol with every nerve in his body is trying to test your temper and patience. He wants you to admit defeat, wants you to scratch that ridiculous idea of marrying him because he knows how pathetic of a living being you are. He knows you for the real you.

You with every nerve in your body are, will try to make this work. To mends things, to love once again. You too know Seungcheol for the real him, so you're adamant to make this marriage work.

"Book me an appointment on Wednesday.", you say confidently, "And we're going to have the wedding, Seungcheol."

"Oh well, I'm aware of your determination", Seungcheol says with a tinge of annoyance, "But, take it as an warning, I'm not gonna let you have it smooth. I would be your husband only on the papers and in front of the cameras.", the smirk finds it's way back on his lips, "You'd just be a trophy wife for showcase, you'd only be someone to warm my bed. You get the status, fame and money but...", he stops all at once.

You finish it for him, "Love. I'll gain your trust. Consider it as my redemption, my repentance to the wrong I did you. I'll make it right, I hope you'll find it in yourself to love me again."

Seungcheol's face contorts as if he has heard the most ridiculous joke ever. As the memories of past continuous to become vivid in the back of his mind, he decides to leave the room, leave you behind.

He promises himself to never let you breathe peacefully, he promises he'd make you beg him for divorce within months of wedding. As the corner of his eyes gets wetter, he promises, he'd pay you back all the heartbreaks you had given him.

As soon as the wedding is finalized, a dedicated PR team of the Choi's releases the statement, rather an announcement of what everyone is calling as the 'wedding of the year'.

Your father too runs a company which was build solely by him, but on scale, your and Seungcheol's families nowhere collided in the terms of riches. Maybe the social circle would allow both the families to gather under a hall sometimes but that was rare and the Choi's had been entitled to the top tier.

So people are curious. Curious about who's the country's most eligible bachelor getting married to. Who are you? How are you getting hitched to Seungcheol when there are the richest of heiresses lining up to getting linked to the Choi's? The whole nation is curious and everyone is trying to dig up information on you two.

However, the PR team is always a step ahead, so before the announcement was made, any source of information that could have caused any sense of discomfort or a scratch on either of you and anyone linked to you both was suppressed, rather buried.

"I can't believe she agreed to do this."

"She's basically digging her own grave."

You eyes move back and forth as the two of your best friends converse about you in your presence, also ignoring your presence.

"And to think Seungcheol wouldn't even allow us in the wedding... He'd kill us as soon as his eyes would land on us..."

"Imagine not being able to attend your best friend's wedding..."

"Mingyu, Eunsoo, stop.", you say calmly, "I'm already stressed enough, so please stop."

Mingyu gets up to take a seat beside you. He doesn't speak, just strokes your hair. You lean onto his shoulder closing your eyes.

"Does Chan knows about it yet?"

You jolt up and sit straight at Eunsoo's question.

"No. He's overseas for sealing a deal.", you tell them, "Also, mom & dad already raised their hands up, so I'll have to inform him myself."

"Well goodluck honey, knowing his temper... it's just worries me.", Eunsoo adds solemnly.

You three sit on silence for some moments before Eunsoo speaks up again, "I'm still skeptical about this whole thing. I mean you both met and made things clear with Mr. Choi but I don't trust that man, knowing what he's capable of doing."

"He is no threat, Eunsoo.", you affirm, "And that is why I agreed to this marriage."

Mingyu who has been listening to the conversation quietly, speaks up taking your hands into his, "Y/N, I can understand why you are doing this. But we know that he's gonna make it so hard for you, not his fault though, he's been scarred.", his hands now lifts up to caress your cheeks, "What I'm trying to say is, if you're going into it then go for it wholly. Don't be defeated, conquer it. Don't give up easily, like last time. Don't let the love of your life go when you got another chance."

You nod wordlessly hugging Mingyu and Eunsoo takes the chance to wrap herself around you both.

Seungcheol laughs in disbelief as he looks at his reflection in the mirror. He thinks that it's a dream, him being about to marry you, the woman he loathes the most. He's sure that it's a nightmare.

He's only doing this wedding with revenge on his mind. With the only motive to make you suffer, to humiliate you.

He's uninterested about the whole wedding thing, which shows. When you had the audacity to ask him to accompany you to the clinic for getting IUD on, he had blurted out a no before hanging up the call. When you had the audacity one more time to ask him to accompany you to meet the patisserie for finalizing on the wedding cake he had declined you then as well. Everytime you asked him to meet to decide on something, he would produce some snarky remarks while rejecting your proposal.

When you see Wonwoo waiting outside your house once again, you roll your eyes.

"I can do it all by myself.", you said unimpressed, crossing over your arms, standing infront of the man, "Just go. I'm tired of explaining people that you aren't the groom."

"Cheol doesn't trust you or your choices at all, neither do I.", Wonwoo says with all menace in his tone, "Plus being his secretary, I'm bound to follow his orders."

Wonwoo as said by the man himself, is Seungcheol's secretary as well as one of his closest friend since university. He was close to you as well once but now he, like his friend, loathes you equally.

You sigh when Wonwoo opens the car door. Another long day you think because Wonwoo has a habit of nitpicking and you're sure the two of friends scheme a strategy everyday to test your patience and defy you as much before stepping out for the day.

Another long day, you think.

The only time you manage to get Seungcheol rather it's Seungcheol informing that you both have a photoshoot together for a magazine. He meets you for an hour to go through over the script that you are supposed to lie through when asked about.

How did you both meet? Same University then lost contact at some point. Is it love marriage or an arranged marriage? Arranged turned love marriage. How did you both fell in love? You both met at a Gala and sparks reignited, then a whole lot of dates. Who proposed? You did, because during one cozy movie night when Seungcheol promptly danced with you on 'Somewhere we belong', you realised where exactly you belonged.

During the shoot, the proximity is what chokes you both. The lovely dovey act, flirty looks and touchy poses had you both, mostly Seungcheol feels suffocated.

Because you want it to be real but Seungcheol wants none of it.

You already know, so during the breaks and slot gaps for costume changes, you try not to be in the periphery of his vision. Which really doesn't work because the whole team is gushing how beautiful of a pair you are and keep on trying to push you two into proximity as much as they could. The shoot goes well, so does the interview because you believe everyone bought the lies you two fed.

When the magazine is released, you two instantly become the trending topic of the nation. You both are literally anywhere and everywhere. People are stanning, people are jealous, people are feeling the love.

It's new for you because your family have always tried to avoid the spotlight and for the Choi's, spotlight is almost an eternal part.

Your phone within your hand rings and you freeze. Taking a deep breath, you recieve the call. There's an ominous silence, no one speaks.

"Hello, Chan?", you speak, deciding to terminate the wait. You hear a shaky breathe then a sigh.

"I'm sorry you had to know this way.", you whisper into the phone sadly, "I didn't know how to tell you."

A beat of silence again before Chan speaks, "There's no way stopping this, ain't it?"

You shake your head knowing he won't be able to see it but Chan gets it nonetheless.

"I'm returning.", he informs, "Get me at the airport on Thursday? That's the earliest flight I could avail."

Concern washes over you, "You don't need to Channie. I know how much work is important--"

"Not more than you.", Chan cuts you off, "Nothing is more important than you. See you soon."

"See you.", you echo before hanging up.

Your chest becomes heavy, suddenly everything feels uncertain. There's a turmoil within that makes you wanna run. Runaway from everything.

But you can't. And you won't.

You call Seungcheol assuming he won't pick up as what he usually does. So after five rings when you're about to hang up, his voice reaches you from the other side.

"What?", he says and you could figure that he's tired.

"Are you free tomorrow?", you ask him hopefully, "Just to remind you, tomorrow's afternoon slot is booked for picking our wedding attires."

"I don't see why we need to go together. You go pick your dress, I'll go pick mine when I feel like.", Seungcheol reasons.

You expected exactly that, so you sort to pleading, "Please, it's my request. I haven't requested you the other times but please please just this once. I beg you.", you end up blurting out in a breath.

"No.", he flatly denies.

"Please, just for tomorrow. Promise I won't pester you again. Please Seungcheol."

He seems to contemplate for some moments before making up his mind.

"Fine.", he says and hangs up.

A wide smile splits on your lips, as you do little fists in air in pure joy. It's so important for you because you want Seungcheol to be the one choosing your wedding gown because once he wanted to do it.

"When we get married, please let me choose the wedding gown.", Seungcheol says with a fond smile, "You'd look so gorgeous in all of them, making it difficult for me."

You wrap your hands around his arm as you ask amused, "Why do you need to do it if it's so difficult?"

He looks at you with all the love in his eyes. He tucks the stray lock of hair behind your ear as he answers, "Because it'll be a privilege to fall for you again and again."

You bite your lips to stop the tears that pool in your eyes when he kisses you the next moment.

Next morning you wake up to Mingyu and Eunsoo both blowing up your phone, just to convince you to let them join you to the boutique and you angrily huffing out a 'that's a given! ofcourse you both would come!'

But the catch is they'd both come after Seungcheol leaves because they both have a fear of their dear lives.

It's afternoon and you're calling Seungcheol because you're in the botique waiting for him and he's late. Seungcheol is punctual, it's weird not having him present here already the moment you reached. He isn't picking up the calls or responding to your texts.

It's been half an hour already, you're anxious as you try to not let the ominous thoughts consume you. Suddenly you hear some commotion outside of the fitting room and expect that it's Seungcheol who'd walk in.

You're disappointed when you see Wonwoo. Your eyes search behind him though in anticipation but no one comes in.

"Where's Seungcheol?"

Wonwoo senses the distress in your voice and it should give him the satisfaction but this time it doesn't.

"He can't make it.", Wonwoo says as he avoids eyes contact.

"Why?"

"Something important came up."

"What exactly, Wonwoo?", you ask gritting your teeth, "What can be more important than this?"

Wonwoo clears his throat, looking everywhere but you, "Jiah is returning from Australia today and she wanted Cheol to pick her up."

Your heart drops. Ofcourse out of all days Jiah would return today and at this time. That trust fund woman would do anything in her will to stop this wedding. Jiah is Seungcheol's best friend who's in love with him and everyone knew except Seungcheol and it was tad obvious. You both never got along for obvious reasons.

And though you're aware but it still hurts to see Seungcheol choosing Jiah over you.

Wonwoo never got along with Jiah as well because she's plain irritating and judgemental and all other bad adjectives one could think of.

"You can go Wonwoo. I'll do it by myself.", you fail to say it firmly, your voice cracks.

He really feels bad as he sees you trying to compose yourself. He wants to console you, wants to say he won't be a pain in ass today but you beat him.

"Please go.", you sound so defeated that Wonwoo doesn't find it in himself to defy it and walks out quietly.

You sit on the couch for some moments. Too early to be heartbroken you think, it's only the beginning and you're prepared to go hell and back to win over Seungcheol again.

Not spoiling your mood further, you quickly call Mingyu & Eunsoo who are sad to hear about Seungcheol not making it but also more than happy to come over to choose your wedding gown.

You certainly aren't the one who needs comforting, not when both of your best friends are almost bawling their eyes out in happiness each time you try a gown and show them.

The wedding date closes in and you wonder if Seungcheol even remembers it because he's absent and his absense is loud.

Your parents are actively participating in the preps but with unwillingness because they want you to be happy and they aren't sure if Seungcheol is the key to that.

So is Chan. He's stressed, worried and in rage for you, because of you.

"Why him?", Chan asks, "How can you even think of linking yourself to that family?"

You sigh, a long discussion ahead you're sure of that, "First of all, Seungcheol had nothing to do with all that. Second, I love him Chan, do I really need another reason?"

Chan scoffs, "But he hates you. And knowing how petty he always has been, I'm scared for you."

His voices quietens when he says, "You won't deserve any of it. I don't wanna see you hurt."

Your eyes get teary and you're hugging Chan. When his arms wrap around tighter you whisper, "I need to try Chan. Let me be selfish this one time. When things get rough you'll be the one to know. I know I always got you, my baby brother.", you smile pulling away.

"Whom are you calling a baby?", Chan huffs, his nostrils flaring dramatically but he returns the smile, "You always have me. I'm just a call away."

You nod, "So what are you getting me as wedding gift?"

"What made you think I'm gonna get you a gift?", Chan retorts, "No gifts since you're marrying that jerk."

You slap arm and he groans, "That's not how you address your brother in law!"

Chan gags at the mention and next he's getting his head locked between your arms.

"I go out of the country for two months and come back to you committing blunders.", Jiah scowls at Seungcheol.

The man in question doesn't seem to pay much attention as his eyes trace over the words in the document.

"Cheol, are you even listening?", Jiah hits the table surface with both her hands, demanding attention.

Seungcheol sighs and lifts his gaze to look at her. He then leans back and looks up at the ceiling as he speaks, "This is what is supposed to happen after all, isn't it?"

"Are you crazy?", Jiah howls in disbelief, "This was never supposed to happen, she was never the one for you as you claimed, which turned true and goodness it was such a great riddance unless you decided to bring that pathetic excuse of a human back into your life, nonetheless you're marrying her! You should--"

Seungcheol's glare practically shuts her up.

"I have work to do", he states plainly, "It's late, go home."

Jiah gets up and walks upto him. She places her on the handle of the chair and leans to run her hand over his chest.

"I could be such a good wife to you.", she whispers leaning in further, "Our statuses match, we've known each other since childhood. We compliment each other so well Cheol--"

Seungcheol holds her hands to remove them off his chest and turns his face to the other side.

"You're my best friend Jiah. I do love you but it has been always platonic."

Seungcheol was unaware of Jiah's feelings till late, until one night at the product launching party she had too many drinks which made her surprisingly courageous to confess her actually feelings for him. Seungcheol was shocked but being a gentleman he was, he had fully sobered up Jiah before rejecting her. Since then she has been open about her advances, never missing any chances.

Jiah fumes, her gaze is fiery, "So could marry a woman who cheated on you but you wouldn't marry your best friend?"

Seungcheol is ticked off at the mention of past, there's an instant burning in his chest as those painful memories flash at the back of his mind.

"We're done with the same discussion.", Seungcheol gets up and grabs his coat. He walks off and turns back when reaches the door, "I'm going to marry Y/N because I have some scores to settle with her and no one can stop the wedding from happening."

"I have been working on this piece for the last three months and almost got it done", Seungkwan pauses and looks at you with somewhat dull eyes, "But it's not giving me that satisfaction."

You could feel the hesitancy from your comrade and that worries you as well. Seungkwan is your friend from academy days. You had joined a music academy because of having a knack for musical instruments. That's when the realisation had gnawed on you that you'd rather do music and that's where you met Seungkwan who comes from a well established family as well. You had decided not to pursue the family business but rather pursue music. Though your parents were disappointed but they'd never compromise with your wishes so gradually they embraced it. Thanks to Seungkwan who had played a major role in convincing your parents as he had gone through that phase before you did.

Now you both are co-founders of the 'Melodease' music academy. You have always believed Seungkwan to be an prodigy, there are very less instruments that he doesn't knows of or can't play. But he masters in playing piano and your instrument, coin it as coincidence, is cello which goes best with Piano. You both complement each other well, the trophy cabinet in your academy says it all.

The academy is curated by the both of you with passion and care. The faculties, the students as well as the other staffs, all see you both with utter respect.

"You know you could directly ask me to dive in instead of saying these same lines everyday.", you roll eyes and hear a dramatic gasp.

"Stop over reacting, diva.", you speak out as soon as you see him open his mouth.

The diva in question just pulls a neutral expression like a switch flipped and gets straight to the point, "I need you to incorporate your part and well I'd suggest you to work towards the bridge. Just an opinion though, take your time and come up with something."

You nod and ask him, "Do you have to take anymore class today?"

"Nope but I do have to be somewhere today.", Seungkwan quickly adds, "So I'll be on my way now."

Your face falls and it doesn't go unnoticed by him. He steps closer and pays your head fondly, "Sorry Y/N, I'd have skipped it if I could but it's really important."

You squint eyes, "I didn't even say anything."

Seungkwan laughs and turns to collect his belongings, "And since when did you have to speak it out loud for me to get you?"

After Seungkwan bids you goodbye for the day, you pull out your phone and call Seungcheol knowing he won't pick up, unless you call him a minimum of five times. Still that isn't going to stop you so you're calling him and much to your surprise he picks up after a ring.

"I want to meet you.", that's the first thing you say.

"Why?", he asks monotonously.

"You'll know once we meet."

"Fine, meet me at my house in an hour.", he says and hangs up.

"So what did you want to talk about?", Seungcheol asks twirling the glass of wine between his fingers.

Your hands are laid flat on the door to ceiling windows, your eyes trace the busyness of the city that settles at the pit.

A long sigh escapes your lips before you speak, "We're getting married in two weeks."

Seungcheol doesn't respond.

Eyes still trained on the view infront, you say, "Do you really want this marriage, want it as much as I do?"

"I do want it and you very well know why.", Seungcheol scoffs, "And I very well know you want to marry me for my fame and status. You can feed people with all that you love me nonsense, I'll buy none of it."

You let out a bitter chuckle, "Marriages are not meant for revenge, Seungcheol. If we're gonna do it, let's do it right or not do it at all."

"Backing out was never an option, Y/N.", Seungcheol sets down the glass and walks up to you. Standing beside you now, his gaze strains on you. His octave drops as he speaks through gritted teeth, "I'll make you go through the hell that I have been through for all these years because of you. This marriage...", he snickers, "will never mean anything to me. I'll...", he closes you off between the window and himself, "I'll make you divorce me. You'll beg me to free yourself from this so called marriage."

You shudder under his presence as tears keep pooling at your eyes.

"Hope you'll have a change of heart.", you say through tears, "I hope you'd give us a chance."

Seungcheol infuriates upon hearing you, he punches the window glass but you don't flinch.

"Too bad, what you're hoping for would never be true because I know you too well.", and suddenly he backs up.

An ominous silence follows.

Too early to get heartbroken, you repeat again in your head as you grab your clutch and walk out his study, walk out of his house.

It's the big day and you know that nothing is alright but one thing that keeps you at bay is knowing how much Seungcheol wants this marriage to happen, the reason maybe completely different to yours, you can bet on not being left alone at the altar. Seungcheol won't bail out at least.

With all sorts of anything but pleasing thoughts, you are sitting in front of the vanity. Unarguably the wedding of the year, all the influential people of the country as well as from overseas would be gracing their presence. And that's where you are loosing it.

You have never liked the spotlight, always avoiding it. Still you were known well in the society not because of your family business, not as your parents daughter, rather as a musical genius and you are proud of it.

The thought of all those curious, envious and judging eyes that would target you as soon as you walk down the aisle is enough to make you sick.

There's a knock on the door and through the mirror you could see the source that would actually make you sick, Jiah walking in.

Before she could even speak, you cut her off saying, "Lend me a hand.", as you grab your beautiful wedding gown.

Jiah, though agitated, does as asked and when you're stood on your feet, you smirk at her.

"Oh you poor little thing, couldn't stop the wedding after all.", you tut, feigning sadness.

"Do you think your marriage would be relevant?", she fumes, "Seungcheol would never love you."

"Just because you got away with what you did years ago, don't assume you'd get away this time.", you threaten her, "Years ago your plan of breaking us up worked but for what?"

"You will--"

"Even after breathing on his neck for years, you couldn't do shit honey. Seungcheol is marrying me.", the smirk on your lips returns, "Oh and I have been wanting to do this for long since no one's here, I'll spare you some of your non existent prestige and do it now."

And before Jiah could comprehend you slap her hard across her face, strong enough that she stumbles to the side.

"How dare you!", Jiah screams holding her cheek.

"What are you gonna do?", you snicker, "complain to Seungcheol? Sure, go ahead and see if this could stop the wedding from happening."

You take your phone and walk to her, holding it up for a selfie which comes out nice, meaning you look beautiful.

"Get lost now.", you say going back on your seat, "I've wasted enough time on you my special day."

"You'll regret it, Y/N! Seungcheol would never be yours.", she snaps and utters some more nonsense but when you don't lend an ear to any of it and she stomps out.

Mingyu, Seungkwan and Eunsoo walk in some moments after Jiah walks out and you could see their comical expressions through the mirror.

"I have recorded all of it.", Seungkwan says proudly.

"Send it to us", Mingyu says and who is Seungkwan to deny it.

"I recorded what you did as well", Seungkwan says to Eunsoo.

"And what did you do?", you ask turning to look at her.

"Oh nothing she just tripped and fell down because I extended my leg when she was walking past me.", Eunsoo relays casually but you could see how proud she is.

You just smile and sit quietly. Your friends catch on to the mood shift and immediately aid you the comfort. Only after ensuring you're feeling better they leave to check on some arrangements.

It's almost time you think, the uneasiness that has settled at the pit of stomach never goes away.

"Aren't you marrying the love of your life? So what's with that long face?"

Your lips curl up instantly on hearing your brother's voice.

"You got Mom and Dad worried", Chan says lightly, "They sent me saying that it's looking like you're a moment away from breaking down."

"And what if I am?", you say looking down.

"Then cancel the wedding.", he says in a beat with utmost seriousness.

"But you won't do that. I know how strong willed you are.", he continues, "You'll get through all of it.", he caresses your back, "And you know if things get hard, you have us, always."

"Always.", you acknowledge and hug him.

"Let's get going lovely bride, it's time.", Chan says helping you get up and you hook your arm within his. He walks to the gigantic door where your father is standing.

When Chan tries to hand you over to your father for the walk, you don't unhook your arm and your father gets you so he's beside you, with your another arm hooked within his.

The door opens and the three of you walk in. People who know you, know that you are beautiful are taking in how breathtaking you appear to be. People who are seeing you for the first time are starry eyed. People who were unsure, envious are starting to accept that you do complement the nation's heartthrob, Seungcheol.

Your gaze grazes as you walk by. You shake your head at your mother softly when you see the tears falling from her eyes. Smile wide when Mingyu behaves like a puppy wagging his tail as he's beaming with Eunsoo trying her best to keep him at bay. You urge to roll eyes get stronger when Seungkwan mouths you something scandalous and in the next moment goes back to wiping his imaginary tears.

You had saved him for the last gaze because you knew once he's in your sight it, a gaze off from him would be impossible for you. And finally you look at him, your groom, the man who you'd call your husband, Seungcheol.

Not letting the disappointment get to you when you don't find him looking at you already, you reach the altar smiling.

There's an impeccable tension between Seungcheol and Chan and before any one of them could snap your father hands you over to Seungcheol and ushers off quickly with your brother.

It's nothing embarrassing you think, as you gape at Seungcheol. You never thought you'd get to see him this close, get to touch him again. He's close, so close that your heart is thumping. Your fingertips graze lightly as they are wrapped around his arm. You breathe in his scent that you have known so well.

Seungcheol is smiling as if he's so happy. That's enough to fool people but not you. You notice how all those smiles are not quite reaching his eyes, how he's tapping his foot, a habit of his when he's unmindful.

There's a strange vision in his eyes when he looks at you. He even suppresses the urge to roll his eyes when you take the vows. It irritates you but you have to have patience of a saint if you wanna conquer. It's not like you were not warned.

Once all the rituals are done and you are announced as husband and wife, the crowd chants for you both to kiss. You are so sure Seungcheol would find a way out and never kiss you--

Suddenly you're grabbed by your hips and before you can react, you are being kissed, kissed hard by Seungcheol.

You as in whole short circuit but the screaming crowd alerts you back to your senses and as you start to kiss him back he pulls away with smirk.

You cock your brow as you pull him forward by his bow tie and steal a quick kiss leaving him flabbergasted.

Seungcheol smiles leaning in and through gritted teeth he says,

"Welcome to hell, my wife."

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