✨Who Even Knows✨ Sure as Heck not Me

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“Whose turn is it?” Wooyoung asked, his words slurring slightly from his 4th drink. We were all at an AirBNB for his birthday and he was at the point in his evening where he wanted to play truth or dare.

“San! Truth or dare?” Woo asked. San thought for a moment before choosing dare. “Kiss Seonghwa for 30 seconds!”

Normally truth or dare was his excuse to make people kiss.

“What about you? Truth or dare?” He asked. You chose to play it safe this time, not fully as drunk as you should be to do any of the dares he came up with.

“Truth.”

“Oh, come on!” Wooyoung groaned. “Whatever. Okay, a truth.. which one of us do you think would be best in bed and who would be the worst?”

You rolled your eyes at his question.

“I am not answering that.”

“Nope! That’s not how the game works.” Hongjoong protested. “You chose truth so now you have to answer.”

“You guys just want to know who I might want to fuck.” I groaned from the silliness of it.

“Yeah, pretty much.” San confirmed and the other boys all nodded in agreement and laughed.

“Okay, fine.” I took a sip of my drink. “Is this opinion based on who I think would be best in general or who would be best based on my own preferences?”

“Your own preferences.” Jongho said and the others agreed.

You were somebody who liked sex on the rougher side. Spanking, choking, and name-calling were all on your must-have list if you wanted to leave satisfied. Vanilla sex was fine but, usually didn’t do it for you.

You scoped out the room of the 8 candidates and analyzed each part of their personality that could hint at their bedroom behavior. Your best was chosen quite quickly.

“I think San would be the best.” The boys all started to protest, trying to argue their case as to why they would be better.

“Guys, come on! She made her choice.” San laughed and threw his arms up in triumph.

“Okay she still needs to choose who she thinks would suck.” Seonghwa said, reminding you of the second part of the question.

“It’s not who I think sucks.” You emphasize. “It’s who I think would not be a good match for me.”

“Not be able to satisfy you.” Yeosang added.

“Exactly.” Your eyes rested on Yunho. He had been silent most of the game as he babysat his drink. He was overly sweet, gentle, kinda like a puppy dog. Definitely not somebody you could picture throwing you around in bed.

“Yunho..” you looked at him with sad, apologetic eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“Me?!” He yelled in shock. The room erupted in laughter along with fake sympathy remarks. “Why me?”

“You’re just such a sweetie. You’re gentle and soft. Romantic. And that’s just not what I get off on.” The alcohol seemed to have kicked in a bit. “I’m sorry. It’s just a game!”

Yunho pouted most of the night. You all had to pitch in together to move San and Wooyoung to bed after they has one too many. Once they were tucked in everyone went to their assigned room. Being the only girl on the trip, you got lucky and scored your own room you didn’t have to share.

You stripped down to your pajama’s which was a pair of underwear and an oversized t shirt. You climbed in bed after brushing your teeth and was about to turn off the light when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in?” You called out. The doorknob twisted and the door creaked open slowly.

“Hey.” It was Yunho. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

“Hey. What’s up?” You asked, a bit confused.

“You really think I couldn’t satisfy you in bed?” He asked.

“Oh my god, no more of this.” You groaned and threw yourself back onto the pillows. “Can I go to bed please?”

“So what is it that you like?” Yunho ignored your request for sleep. He shut the door behind him and turned to face you. The look in his eyes was something you hadn’t seen before.

“Yunho..? What are you doing-“

“Do you like to get fucked?” His voice was hard and serious, making the shocking words strike you even harder.

“I- I don’t understand-“ you stuttered.

“Answer me.” He demanded. A chill ran down your spine which made you sit up in bed.

“Yes.” You mumbled but felt embarrassed at the confession.

“Do you want to be held down? Choked?” He continued with the intimate questions. His hand turned the lock on my door, the sound of it alerting you of the true intentions of his visit and questions. “Do you like getting fucked into the mattress?”

“Yes.” Your response was shaky, nervous, but your body was responding to the questions he was asking.

“And you don’t think that’s something I’m capable of?” He walked towards the bed slowly, causing your heart rate to speed up.

“I don’t know.” Your voice came out hardly louder than a whisper. “It was just a game Yunho. You know I don’t know anything about that part of you.”

Yunho put his hands on the foot of the bed and leaned forward towards you.

“Exactly, you don’t know. And I want to show you that I’m different than what you think.”

You laughed out loud at what you thought was a joke however, he did not find any humor in your response.

“Why are you laughing at me?” He was serious and his tone confirmed that for you.

“I’m sorry.” You started to stutter. “I mean, you have to be joking right? Yunho we’re friends-“

“Right. We are friends. So why would you embarrass me in front of everyone?” He reached out and grabbed your ankles, he caressed the skin with his thumbs.

“I didn’t mean to. I just don’t think-“

“That’s the issue. You’re thinking way too much.” He interrupted you. “All you have to do is behave and I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

“Behave?” You laughed but you felt yourself start to get turned on by his words. “And what exactly is it that I want?”

“You want to get fucked like a whore.”

You opened your mouth to protest but had no breath to form words. He was right, you did want that. But with him? You couldn’t picture him doing anything more than missionary.

“Am I wrong?” He pushed when you didn’t respond.

“No, you’re not wrong.” You paused for a moment to watch him. He had thought he won a victory but you had plans to push him a bit farther. “But it doesn’t change the fact that I don’t think you have it in you.”

Yunho’s nostrils flared in anger. He gripped on your ankles tightly and dragged you to him. You gasped at the sudden movement.

“Just give me the green light and I’ll make you eat those words.” He was inches from your face, his lips so close to brushing against yours.

‘Fuck it, maybe it will be good.’ You thought to yourself.

Just to be sure he knew exactly the vibe you craved, you continued to push him.

“I thought you said you wanted to fuck me like a whore?” You giggled, teasing. “You ask whores for permission? How soft of you.”

“There’s nothing soft about me baby.” He chuckled darkly. “You’ll see why I wanted your permission once I’m done with you.”

“You don’t scare me.” You reached your hand up to caress his cheek with your hand. “Do your worst.”

Yunho snatched your had off of his face and pulled you off the bed with it, making you yelp. He grabbed your chin in his hand and pulled you to his lips. He kissed you hard and pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth. The kiss made you dizzy and left you gasping for air.

“Last chance to change your mind.” He warned you after breaking the kiss but you shook your head. You were all in. He took a seat on the bed.

“Lay across my lap.” He ordered you and you obeyed, giggling uncontrollably. You couldn’t believe Yunho, of all people, was about to spank you.

Yunho lifted the bottom of your shirt up to expose your clothed behind. He placed his large hand on your ass and started to gently knead and massage the skin, placing very light spanks on your cheeks.

You smirked and rolled your eyes at the amateur attempt of being a dom-type.

“You humiliated me in front of everyone.” He told you, still gently kneading. “Made everyone think I was too soft and too gentle.”

Yunho’s fingers slipped under the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down to your knees. His fingers traced their way back up your legs, grazing very close to your core, before finding its place again on your ass.

“You’re going to wish I was gentle after we’re done.” He told you and quickly lifted his hand off of you and bringing it down swiftly on your bare skin. It was sharp and made you gasp. He did it a second time, a third. You started to squirm in his lap, trying to avoid the impacts.

“Stay fucking still.” He growled at you and spanked you again.

He used his hand to move your legs apart, changing your foot placement. His hand ran down your ass and to your core, cupping it with his hand.

“Dont run from me.”

Yunho lifted his hand off you and brought it back down onto your pussy with force. A bolt of pleasure echoed through you in an unexpected way. You moaned loudly and you felt wetness spread through your folds. He continued spanking you between your thighs over and over, each time getting harder, the impact more sharp.

“Fuck-Yunho!” You gasped.

“Wet from getting her cunt spanked. What a good little whore.” Your wetness coated his hand more and more as he continued to spank you. His fingers kept coming back down onto you in just the right spot. The impact always hitting your now throbbing clit. You felt a familiar feeling building between your thighs.

“Oh my god.” You said in shock. “I think- I think I might cum-“

It came out almost as a question as you could hardly believe you were about to climax just from him spanking you.

“I didn’t say you could cum, did I?” Yunho stopped and you felt your climax slip away.

“God, Yunho please.” You panted. “You proved me wrong. Please just let me cum.”

“I’ll make you cum but I’m not near done with you yet.” He plunged two fingers into you, making you gasp in stock. “Now, be a good girl and take my fingers.”

He moved his fingers in and out viciously. The noises he pulled from your body were almost primal, surely alerting everyone in the house of what was going on. His fingers were working you right on your g-spot.

“Fuck!” You screamed as you felt your orgasm gush out of you.

“Look at you squirting for me.” He cooed. “What a filthy slut.”

He continued to push and pull his fingers out. The floor below you was soaked as you continued to convulse on his lap. It took a while until he decided to show kindness to you and remove his fingers.

“Yunho.. holy shit.” You tried to get up but lost your balance in the process, your legs weak from your climax. He caught you in his hands and stabilized you.

“Lay down on the bed.” He told you.

“You’ve proven your point. I can’t cum again I think I’ll die-“

Yunho pinned you back against the mattress, his hand around your neck to hold you in place.

“You wanted to be fucked like a whore and that’s what you’re getting.” His voice was deeper than normal, full of desire. “I get to decide how many times you cum, not you. Your body is mine right now and you’re going to take what I give you. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” You whimpered, the pulse returning to your pussy.

“Are you going to take it like a good little whore?” You felt your eyes roll in the back of your head at these words.

“Yes daddy.” You moaned. Yunho bit down on his lip and groaned.

“Good girl.”

Yunho positioned his face in front of you and used his hands to push your legs back by your chest. You felt your folds being spread open, his hot breath hovered over your greedy core. He placed a gentle kiss on your swollen clit that made you whimper, then dipped his head down into you, his mouth deliciously licking up your slick. He moved his tongue up and down your slit, his tongue dragging over your clit again and again.

“God, you’re eating my pussy so good.” You moan and feel the vibration of a chuckle from Yunho as he confined to eat you. He wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves and started to suck, making a ‘pop’ sound every time he pulled off. It drove you crazy.

“Shit! Oh my god, dont stop!” You writhed underneath him as he continued to devour your pussy. Your back started to arch off the bed as you neared your breaking point.

“Cum on my tongue baby.” He murmured into you before going back to lapping your clit. It took three swipes of his tongue to bring you to your second orgasm. Your hips jerked as you came, your clit sensitive from the second climax of the night. But, Yunho didn’t let up. Instead, you felt one of his fingers teasing your pulsating entrance.

“Yunho! I can’t-“ you shrieked when you felt him start to push his digit into you.

“You can and you will.” He ordered you. “You’re going to take it.”

He pulled his fingers in and out of you and placed his lips around your clit again. This time flicking the tip of his tongue over it as he sucked on you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your mouth fell agape as a numbing pleasure spread over you.

“Yunho.” You hardly managed to choke out his name. Your body went rigid, a spray of clear liquid leaving your body and splashing onto Yunho’s face and shirt left your body. He moaned in satisfaction, licking up every drop.

“Squirting for me again? You spoil me baby.” He purred into you. You were still twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Yunho dropped his sleeping pants down around his ankles, his hard cock was trying to break free from the boxers that were half-heartedly concealing him. He gripped himself over the fabric, jerking himself off slowly.

“Are you ready for daddy’s cock?” He used his free hand to reach out and spread your folds for him. You recoiled from his touch.

“I’m too sensitive.” You whined, unsure how much else you could take. Yunho made a disproving noise with his mouth.

“You still aren’t listening to me, are you?” He pushed his boxers down off of him, his rock hard cock recoiling as it sprung out of the clothing. His dick was dripping with pre-cum. “You’re going to take what I give you.”

Yunho grabbed your hips and pushed them hard into the bed, holding you down, then pushed his thick cock into you. A string of profanities left your lips as he filled up your overly sensitive cunt.

“I can’t, I can’t, I CANT!” You whined but made no attempt to stop him. You wanted it.

“Take my cock like a good whore.” Yunho told you, reaching to grab you by throat. He started rolling his hips into you, grunting with every thrust. He was ruthless with his pounding, taking exactly what he wanted. You.

“Oh my god!” You screamed. Your hands were frantically trying to grip onto the sheets under you.

“Do you love my cock baby?” He asked you, his pace still ruthless.

“Yes!” You started to get dizzy. “I love your cock Yunho.”

Yunho used his thumb to rub on your used clit, the added sensation sending you into a spiral.

“Cum on my cock. Do it for me.”

You shattered around him, a loud scream leaving your body as you clenched down around him in your final orgasm. Your ears started to ring and you started uncontrollably squirting on Yunho and his cock as he sloppily fucked you out.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum-“ he didn’t even finish his sentence before releasing his load, filling you up. He collapsed on top of you when he was done, enclosing you in his arms. Your body convulsing once in sensitivity when he pulled himself out of you.

“Holy shit.” You were still breathing heavy as you tried to recover. “That was.. that was insane.”

“Good insane?” His dom persona disappearing. He seemed concerned.

“Yes. Insane in a good way.” You giggled.

“You made cum, what? 4 times?”

“5 times.” A smile spread across his face in triumph.

“I’m sorry I doubted you. I was definitely very, very, wrong.” You admitted.

“It’s all good. I had a lot of fun making you eat your words.”

We were both interrupted and startled by the door handle shaking as somebody tried to get in the room. You both covered yourself up in the duvet quickly.

“Um, yeah?” You called out, refusing to open it.

“What the HELL is going on in there?” Wooyoung’s voice carried through the door. Yunho and I glanced at each other and we stifled a laugh.

“We’re just playing truth or dare.”

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but what you really noticed was the soft crinkles around his eyes, the little wisps of gray is his otherwise very dark hair, and the way the hand he had wrapped around his near-empty whisky glass looked worn but still decorated with beautiful rings—and absolutely nothing his fourth finger.

he smiled softly down at you, “can i buy you a drink?” he asked, already waving the bartender over.

—🤍—

it was embarrassing how easily it was for him to convince you to come home with him. he’d called a driver (not an uber. a real, personally hired driver) to pick the both of you up from the front of the bar.

you still had no idea what a man this clearly wealthy was doing in some shit hole in the wall sports bar on a saturday night. but you couldn’t find it in you to care.

not when you were pressed up against him in the backseat of this car, letting him sweet talk you until you could feel yourself practically burning from the inside.

“god,” he breathed against your neck, “you are just too cute.”

his hands ghosting your thighs, smirking against your skin when you shivered. “usually i’d take a cute girl like you to dinner first. wine and dine her. but god something about you,” he pressed his forehead to yours, tilting your chin up with one of his fingers, “your just so eager. so willing to let me have you.”

“yes…” you nodded, swallowing down a little whimper, your fingers dug into his dress shirt’s sleeves.

“how old are you, sweet girl?” he whispered close enough that you could feel his breath in your lips.

you bit your lip. you had half a mind to lie to him. make yourself just a little bit older for this man who clearly was old enough to be your dad, “twenty-one.”

“and this is okay with you?” he rested his hands on your waist, “i don’t want to take advantage of you. i just…you’re so fucking beautiful i couldn’t just leave you alone.”

you nod, “it’s okay…”

“yeah? have you ever been with an older man, baby?”

you shook your head.

“well let me show you a good time, alright? and i’ll show you what those self centered boys you used to play with couldn’t.”

—🤍—

you had never experienced someone so simultaneously gentle and dominant in bed. he brushed your hair out of your face and placed little kisses on your breasts while moving you around with ease and manipulating you into any position he saw fit.

“that’s it babygirl,” he grunted, sliding his cock inside you with so much ease, “keep taking daddy’s cock. it fits inside of you so well.”

he flips you over onto your stomach, placing a strong hand on your back. you whimper. “daddy…”

“aww does it feel good, baby?”

you grab onto his pillow for dear life, “yessss…”

he chuckles, thrusting into you as deep as he can go, “god you’re so perfect. can i keep you around forever, baby?” he hisses when you clench around him, “i’m gonna dress you up so pretty, baby. have you on my arm at every event. let them stare and wonder what a gorgeous, sweet, little thing is doing with someone so much older.” you can tell he’s about to cum from the way he’s practically shaking, “you’ll let me cum inside, right baby? let daddy fill up you pretty little pussy with his cum?”

yet another alchemy assignment you had procrastinated was splayed across the desk, mocking you.

the owner of the desk, your friend yunho, was seated right next to you, his chair practically glued to yours. he was much too close for comfort or concentration. he’d gone over the same question twice already, his hands pointing out highlighted terms and tapping the desk when you’d space out.

but he didn’t raise his voice. he didn’t give up on your grade or your attention, forcing you to focus with a call of your name and reassurance that you were almost there.

it was torture to pretend to pay attention to any of the complicated formulas coming from his mouth when all you could focus on was the scent of his laundry mixing with the mint of his breath.

fresh, comforting, reassuring. so very him.

so it was no surprise that a ten minute assignment turned into a half hour task, the clock marking each minute in the corner of his room.

you weren’t stupid. lazy, perhaps, with how last-minute you’d decided to begin even writing your name on the paper, but you absolutely knew what you were doing: showing up to yunho’s apartment on a late sunday night. lightly perfumed, body shaved, clothes ironed perfectly, and teeth freshly brushed.

you were justified; he was one of your closest friends, your partner in class, among the top students, and willing to help. you just wanted to… double check your work. eye-candy was just a plus.

but half an hour wasn’t nearly enough, so you stalled before leaving, your chair still pulled close to his as you doodled on your scratch paper.

“so… how do you know when you’ve manifested enough energy for healing?” you asked him, referring to the new skill you were expected to master in the next year. it was supposed to be easy enough, much more simple than other sorcery you’d already begun, but it always escaped you just barely every time you practiced it.

his warm eyes remained on your hands for a moment before flicking towards your shorts for a fraction of a second. “it’s not really easy to describe… i’d have to make a weird comparison.”

“weird?” you mumbled, frowning as you examined his sudden shift in posture.

he nodded silently, his dyed honey hair shaking softly with the movement, before adding, “the closest i can get is the intense wave feeling you get when you cum.”

“oh,” is all you managed, looking down at your lap and then powering through the silence, “you’re telling me it feels orgasmic?”

he exhaled amusedly, as if you’d said something adorably naive, “no— i mean, the way your nerves feel like they’re going into overdrive but… in waves.”

“right.”

there was a stretch of silence as you digested his words, part of you wishing you hadn’t asked. sure, talking about sex with your crush would normally be exciting, but in this context, it was mortifying. so you avoided his eyes as you normally did when he said something suggestive so casually that it made you want to jump out of your skin.

he watched your inner turmoil, struggling to fight a smile off his lips, “why’d you say it like that?”

“like what?”

“like you don’t know what i’m talking about,” he replied simply, eyes tracing over your features as you finally glanced up at him.

you forced yourself to shrug, trying your hardest not to read into the implications of his statement. but there wasn’t much you could do to save yourself from the truth that you couldn’t relate to the analogy in the slightest.

his attempts at staying serious crumbled, and his shoulders shook with laughter, “you actually don’t know what i’m talking about.”

“well,“ you winced, not wanting to get into details with him of all people, “not really. it’s not intense, not like you’re describing.”

he pursed his lips, seemingly deep in thought as he replied, “then, no offense, but you’re doing something wrong.”

you couldn’t help but feel insulted by his words, your eyes narrowed as you spoke, “what— no? i just don’t think it’s as intense as some people make it out to be. like your stupid neighbors.”

the mention of the couple next door to his apartment made yunho sigh in annoyance, but the corners of his lips curled, “yeah, i don’t think that poor girl’s really feeling the way she sounds like she is. but it’s not impossible to make someone sound like that genuinely.”

“like you would know,” you scoffed, still peeved by his unnerving comments.

he looked down at you with an unreadable expression, holding your gaze for a moment before turning away and laughing. “maybe, maybe not. the point is,” he paused, taking a hold on your right hand and flipping it over, tracing his finger over your open palm, “it’ll feel like concentrated warmth. right here.”

the slight tremble of your pinky didn’t go unnoticed by the blonde man, and he held your hand steady, “you’re overthinking it. you’re talented, it’ll come naturally to you.”

“but how will i know when i’m ready?” you insisted, the furrow of your brow deepening with frustration.

he used his other hand to smooth a finger over the crease of your forehead, “you’ll know when you feel it. it’s overwhelming at first, but it’s pleasant, i promise.”

“but if i’ve never experienced a feeling like that,” you trailed off, the tips of your ears feeling hot under his touch.

he inhaled sharply, “then you have two options. wait it out, expect the unexpected. or train your nerves a little.”

the suggestion made your stomach churn, words slipping from yours lips before you could think twice, “train with who?“

you saw the slight twitch of your friend’s jaw, a puff of air coming out roughly from his nose, “i mean, i don’t know. obviously whatever guy you’ve been with hasn’t worked.”

you thought you saw your chance open up after months of you planting seeds, but you couldn’t be sure he was interested the way you were. so you danced around what you really wanted to say, “i haven’t.”

“haven’t what?” he asked, knowing exactly what you meant but needing confirmation from you.

“been with anyone. i guess whatever i’m doing with myself isn’t the same as…” you trailed off, your chair suddenly feeling too stiff and the air feeling heavier.

his adam’s apple bobbed up and down slowly as he registered your words, his eyes closed as he gathered his thoughts, “really? i didn’t mean to assume, it’s just… you’re…”

“yunho,” you interrupted his train of thought, your thigh brushing against his as you shifted in your seat, “would you help me?”

yunho’s fingers travel across the backs of your thighs, gently pushing you to lie all the way on your back as he settles down on his chest. his bedsheets are cold, an exciting contrast to the warmth of his breath over your calves.

you shudder against the cool air, clad only in your panties; his kiss-swollen lips placing kisses up your legs, stopping at your knees to pull them open for him.

“are you sure this is okay? you’re tense,” he mumbles against the inside of your calf, his hands hovering under your knees.

you nod, trying to relax your legs and feeling your muscles twitch as he slides his body between your legs, “just nervous.”

he eyes the waistband of your underwear, feeling his restraint dwindle by the second, “nothing to be nervous about. but i want you to let me know what you feel.”

you agree with a hum, earning you a quick smile from the man below you. he’s slow, his patience translating even into this aspect of his personality as he climbs back over you to leave lingering kisses on your lips.

he swallows the almost silent noises you make greedily, one of his hands resting on the base of your neck while the other plays experimentally with your nipples. you can feel the noises he holds back when you respond to his touch, seemingly just as aroused as you.

when he breaks the kiss, he wastes no time in trailing open-mouthed kisses down your abdomen, reaching just above the last piece of cloth covering you before pulling away.

you’re about to complain when he straightens up, taking off his shirt with practiced quickness and lying back down on his stomach. instinctively, you almost seal your eyes shut but you force them to stay open and witness the sight you’d been craving for over a year.

“is this okay?” he asks quietly, pointer finger hooking under the waistband of your underwear. he smiles when your back arches slightly in anticipation, “c’mon, gotta hear a clear yes.”

“yes,” you breathe out, squirming against the sheets, “yes, i’m just… embarrassed.”

he hums thoughtfully, suddenly tracing his thumb over your slit, the cloth of your underwear clinging to you. he smiles when you exhale shakily, “that’s okay, i’ll help you with that.”

before you can even begin to question what he means, his tongue is already laid flat against you, his saliva soaking the lace even further. he gives a few, slow licks before pressing a kiss where he supposed your clit was, “you wore lace panties to study?”

an apology dies in your throat as you attempt to speak over the dizzying temperature of the room, but he cuts you off, “don’t be sorry. they’re cute. i’ve always liked this color on you.”

he makes quick work of sliding the waistband down your thighs, a groan falling from his lips as strings of arousal cling to you. he mutters something incoherent under his breath before setting the cloth to the side and placing your legs on his shoulders.

"i'll be gentle," he says quietly, more of an oath to himself than a promise to you. he leans in to lick a stripe up your heat, gauging your reaction before placing another and then another, each with more precision and pressure than the last.

"fuck, yunho," you say, your head buzzing slightly with the rhythm he's set, "feels weird."

he smiles against you, expecting your reaction. his hand moves from the back of your thigh to rest his arm's weight over your hips. "i know," he muses, replacing his tongue with his thumb. he coaxes a whine out of you as he traces circles on your clit, "you wanna stop?"

you shake your head almost too quickly, "no, i just didn't expect— i feel like i can't control my body."

"you can let go," he reassures you, slipping a finger down your slit as he distracts you with soft kisses on your clit, "i want you to. don't think about it, just relax." you moan in agreement when you feel his finger prod at your hole. he's careful to ease you into the feeling, pumping that finger slowly, his lips still sucking around you before inserting another one, "so good for me, pretty."

the feeling is foreign at first, his fingers reaching spots you hadn't even breached before, but the pumping of his hand paired with his relentless mouth makes your neck crane all the way back.

soon enough, you find yourself bucking your hips absentmindedly, your hands brushing through his hair and pushing him against you, "right there, please, yunho."

his eyes roll back at your pleas, his hips twitching against the bed in search of relief. he wants to pull back, tease you a bit, ask if you're feeling the waves he'd described to you, but he takes one look up at your scrunched up features and abandons the idea completely.

he doesn't ask you if you're close, the clenching around his fingers and progressively more erratic breathing giving you away. he simply moans in response, allowing you to use his face in your final moments as you reach your peak.

if he were in his right mind, he'd undoubtedly make fun of you for the volume of your moans, but they only spurred him on to help you ride your orgasm all the way through, his strong hands pushing your hips down and his mouth still lapping at you.

once he figures you've had enough, he pulls his fingers out, quick to prop himself up to take a look at you, "you there?"

your eyes are unfocused but you nod, trying to stabilize your breathing, "yeah, i'm fine."

he smiles as he glances down at your closed legs, running a soothing hand over the side of your thigh and moving off of you, "how was that?"

"overwhelming, like you said," you admit shyly, suddenly hit by the vulnerability of your nudeness.

"imagine a toned-down version of that concentrated in your palms," he says, moving onto his side and watching your chest shake with uneven breaths.

silence floods yunho's room once more, and he allows it to span out until you've regained control of your breathing before speaking up, "i'm really hoping you wore that lace for me."

your widened eyes flicker over to him as he tugs a blanket over you, "what?"

"i mean, i hope you did this because you've been wanting to for as long as i have. i hope this wasn't a spur of the moment kinda thing," he clarifies, gazing at you with that familiar look you now recognized as fondness.

a fit of laughter courses through your body and you turn away from him, face in his pillow, "you've been wanting to fuck me?"

he chokes on his laughter, shaking his head and reaching out to grab your forearm to get you to face him, "no, i haven’t even... i mean, yes, the fact that you chose me to do this for you means a lot. but i don't want this to be a one-time thing. or something we do with other people. or all we do."

you glance from the man in front of you to the alchemy worksheet on his desk, heart warmed by his unconventional confession, "i have a perfect grade in alchemy, yunho, i never actually needed your help. but i do suck at sorcery."

"so the lace was for me!"

“So…you’re not coming…?” you asked your potential date through your speaker phone, slowly sitting back down in front of your vanity mirror, your puzzled reflection staring back at you. 

You listened to his vague explanation about how he wasn’t quite ready to take this next step with you, whatever that meant. All you were going to do was eat dinner and chat, not exchange marriage vows. He hung up before you had the chance to tell him how silly he sounded. Sulking, you shuffled into your bathroom to undo all the effort you put into looking like a five course meal for an undeserving stranger. 

Halfway through washing your face, you heard your oven go off. You completely forgot about the pizza you had made in a rush for you and your date to share. Pulling it out of the oven with a small sigh, you couldn’t help but stare at the unopened bottle of wine on the counter. It would’ve been entirely too easy for you to just get drunk, eat the entire pizza, and cry yourself to sleep afterwards, but a tiny voice inside the back of your mind told you to invite your cute neighbor over instead — even if he was a lot older than you. Would that be so bad? 

The phone only rang for a second before Yunho picked up. “Y/N, hey! What’s up?” Was it uncouth to answer right away or to let it ring for a while longer? He wasn’t sure what the younger crowd preferred nowadays, but he was sure that he wouldn’t let an opportunity to chat with his pretty neighbor slip away. 

“Hey, Yunho!” you began, rolling a metal slicer through the thick crust of your homemade pizza. Your neighbor always sounded so happy when you called him. You could practically hear his imaginary tail wagging. Was he like this with everyone? “What are you up to?”

Yunho’s voice sounded a bit farther away and somewhat strained when he spoke again. “Just fixing up my garden. Oh! My honeysuckles finally bloomed!”

“Already? That’s great!” You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. He was so cute. “So, uh, long story short, my date canceled on me after I made us pizza...There’s wine too.” You bit into your bottom lip, wondering just how desperate you were about to sound. 

“What a dickhead. Why would anyone cancel on you? I mean, you’re so–” he cut himself off, clearing his throat. “Cool, you know…” Yunho set his gardening trowel down onto the fresh patch of dirt in favor of bonking himself lightly on the side of the head. 

“Thanks, Yun,” you giggled, curling a lock of hair around your finger. You swallowed down your doubt before it overtook you. “Did you wanna, like…hang out?”

Maybe Yunho didn’t fumble, after all. “I’d love to, Y/N.” He looked at the freshly bloomed flowers sitting in front of him. It was fate. “I’ll be right over, okay? Wait for me~” 

“See you~” you replied, matching his tone. Once you hung up, you looked down at the comfy hoodie and sleep shorts you had slipped into. You only had a few seconds to wonder if you should change or not before your doorbell rang. 

Yunho’s honey brown eyes widened upon seeing you, his cheeks growing warm. “H-hey, Y/N!” He nervously shuffled his feet, his scuffed Converse squeaking against the rubber doormat. He moved his arm in an odd way; it was clear he was holding something behind his back. 

“I know it’s not technically a date, but I thought I should bring you something…” 

Yunho held out a bouquet of freshly picked honeysuckles, ones that were delicately tied together with some pretty lace. You looked down at them in disbelief, gently taking them into your arms. Tears threatened to leave your eyes when you tilted your head back up to meet Yunho’s gentle gaze. “Thank you so much…I…Are you an angel?” 

A big cheesy smile spread across Yunho’s face. “Just your friendly neighborhood gardener.” 

And with that, you moved aside to let him in, mirroring Yunho’s infectious smile.

-

“Nice place,” Yunho approved in an oddly soft tone, looking around your cozy living room. Taking a sip of wine, he meandered over to your impressive media cabinet, scanning all the various movies that neatly lined the shelf. “I haven’t seen a DVD in ages…” He turned his head to look at you, his eyes crinkled with amusement. “I didn’t know you were old school.” 

You let out a small snicker, pulling out one of the DVDs to run a finger along the smooth edges. “I’ve always preferred physical copies. Digital just isn’t the same…” You met his wholehearted gaze, your heart skipping a beat. “You know…?” You were so close to him, you were able to notice his pronounced smile lines as soon as his lips curled up. 

“You’re speaking my language, kiddo.” Yunho took another sip from his glass, looking off to the side. He shook his head absentmindedly, reminiscing about something. “Everything was so much better in the 90s…” 

You pouted, gently elbowing him through his shirt. “Hey, I wasn’t even born yet.” 

“Oh, that’s right.” He took in a sharp breath, holding it for a second. Once he let it out, he just about deflated like a balloon. “I’m old…aren’t I?” 

Scoffing, you mindlessly flipped the DVD around in your hands. “We’re all aging.” You hoped you weren’t looking too deeply into his eyes. “Why does it matter what step you’re at?” 

Yunho was captivated. He hadn’t felt this kind of acceptance in quite some time. “I’ll try to think of it like that,” he voiced softly, reaching up to pat the top of your head. “Thank you.” 

A simple head pat from your seasoned neighbor shouldn’t have affected you the way it did, heat creeping up on your cheeks, the DVD creaking in protest inside your tight grasp. “Y-you better.” 

“O-oh?” Yunho was caught off guard by your bold words, surprised by his body’s immediate response to it. He slowly lowered his half empty glass, trying to casually hide his half-chub from view. “I will then…” 

You tapped your finger rhythmically against the DVD, delighted with the sheepish look on the older man’s face. You wanted to attribute your growing confidence to the alcohol settling inside your stomach, but you knew you would’ve tested the waters either way. And with that, you reached all the way up to pat the top of his head. “Good.” 

There was an electric current of sorts lighting up the edges of Yunho’s brain — one that would spark sooner rather than later. Before he could say anything that might scare you off, he finally took a look at the DVD you had been holding. “Is…is that the original Spider-man?” 

“Thought you would never notice,” you giggled, his long fingers overlapping yours when you handed it to him. “I have one and two. Three doesn’t exist in my mind.”

Yunho was sure he met his perfect match. “We’re watching them,” Yunho decided for the both of you, his eyes widening with excitement. “Right now.” 

You leaned in a bit closer to him. “What are you waiting for? Put it in.” 

He leaned back. “Don’t have to tell me twice.” 

-

It took finishing the cheap bottle of wine and movies together for you both to finally let totally loose around one another, though your matching flushed cheeks and sweaty palms weren’t a result of being tipsy. It was simply a side effect of being around each other. You were so engrossed with one another, that you didn’t even bother turning the TV off, simply letting the DVD icon freely bounce into each corner of the screen for what seemed like hours. 

Yunho couldn’t quite finish chewing the crust of his slice of cold pizza before he explained with his mouth full, “Peter knowingly killed Harry’s father. Harry following in the footsteps of his dad and becoming the Green Goblin was inevitable.” 

“You having delusional takes was inevitable,” you shot back, getting so worked up over this nonsensical argument that you almost choked on your own slice of pizza. “I should’ve known that as soon as you said Spider-man 2 was mid.” 

Yunho pressed closer to you, gently reaching up to squish your cheeks together. “Aww, someone’s grumpy.” 

Your body was beginning to overheat. He was so close to you, and he smelled so good, fresh like cool eucalyptus, and warm like burning sage. You almost couldn’t focus on getting under your older neighbor’s skin, your words coming out a bit garbled when you provoked him, “Harry was a terrible Venom, by the way.” 

Yunho let out a sharp, offended gasp. “You take that back!” he demanded jokingly, pretending to lunge at you, his hands instead stopping short of touching your shoulders, his breath getting caught inside his throat when you decided to actually lunge back.

“Never!” It was surprisingly easy to take down someone who was almost twice the size of you, but you knew internally Yunho was letting it happen. You almost wished he would give you the same treatment. 

Yunho fell back against the couch cushion, his limbs sprawled out, except for one of his thighs, the one you were haphazardly sitting on. He began blocking your feeble attempts to tickle him, not putting a whole lot of effort into getting you off of his lap. “Admit it was peak, will you?” He sounded out of breath, but not for the right reason. 

“Maybe if you admit I’m right,” you sighed out, not stopping your pursuit until you finally had his obnoxiously long body pinned underneath your significantly smaller one. Now straddling his hips, you closed your fingers around his wrists to keep him still. You were hunched over now, only a few inches away from Yunho’s reddened face, feeling him move against you, causing friction in between your thighs. You quickly bit into your bottom lip, your brows joining ever so slightly. Yunho wasn’t answering you, just looking up at you with his big glossy eyes. It was driving you crazy. “Lemme hear you say it…” 

Yunho blew a few dirty blond locks out of his view. Everything was moving so fast a second ago, and now, it felt like slow motion. He watched as your zip-up hoodie slipped down one of your shoulders, immediately distracted by your thighs once he readjusted his own. Your tiny shorts were riding up, leaving little to imagination. “You’re right,” your neighbor exhaled out, his soft breath hitting the bottom of your chin. 

Yunho sure had a big smile for someone who had just lost an argument, fake or not, and that’s when it hit you, or poked you, rather. You had been sitting directly on Yunho’s clothed cock, now feeling it throb against your exposed core through the thin material of your shorts. This sudden discovery could no longer go unnoticed. “That’s…what I thought,” you huffed, dragging your hips forward in a slow, methodical manner, drawing a long, airy moan out of your older neighbor. 

“I-if you do that, I’ll, nnngh–” Yunho tossed his head back into the couch, feeling your equally sweaty hands slipping off of his wrists, your palms pressing into his warm chest. His hands were drawn to your hips like magnets, enclosing around them, his fingers so long and slender that they touched at the small of your back. “This is what you wanted all along, huh? You should’ve said something, kiddo…” 

“Aren’t you the one who got hard five minutes into our date? Don’t think I didn’t notice,” you teased him back, trying to distract him from the fact that you were actively leaving a wet patch on Yunho’s tented pants. 

“So, it is a date,” the older man breathed out, squeezing the soft flesh of your hips in between his fingers from underneath your hoodie, purposely dragging you across his manhood, before staying still, like he was testing the waters. “Aren’t I a lucky man?” 

You just about melted from his sudden display of dominance over your body, now needing more, as though you were just introduced to a new drug. “Sh-show me…how lucky you are.” He waited silently below you, quirking his head to the side, before you realized. 

“Please.” 

“Good girl.” It seemed like his hips began to move without his permission, rolling them up into you, his movements disjointed and sloppy, but desperate. He was desperate for you, his pretty neighbor, the one he had spent countless days and nights yearning for. “Fuck, is this okay…?” he still found himself asking you from underneath his breath, needing more confirmation, despite actively making you grind against him like it was going out of style. 

“Yeahh,” you gasped, just as you completely relinquished your feigned control, Yunho manually guiding your hips along his trapped, aching cock, the frantic pursuit of friction only fueling the already raging fires inside the both of you. “Need more, actually…” 

“More?” Each small sporadic moan he heard coming from above was like music to his ears, more and more arousal shooting through his heated body and straight into his cock. He truly couldn't take it much longer, unless he wanted to bust inside his jeans like a loser. “Tell me…Tell me what you need, baby…” 

Of course, your cute, seemingly innocent neighbor would be the type to make you ask for it. Your cheeks stung, especially now that he wouldn’t stop trying to catch your wandering gaze. “Touch me, Yun...”

“Touch you…? Touch you where?” 

Chewing at your bottom lip, you pulled your tiny shorts up by the waistband, your pussy on full display for him.  “Here, please…” 

“Fuckin’ hell…” One of Yunho’s hands left your hips, gingerly pulling said shorts to the side to reveal your glistening cunt. Yunho had dreamt of this moment for ages, and now that he was finally living it, he was absolutely ready to give his all for the angel sitting on his lap. “Jesus Christ...All of you is so pretty...so perfect.” 

“I’m all yours,” you whispered under your breath, your cheeks hot to the touch. 

Yunho felt his brain short-circuiting in real time. “Fuck, you have no idea how crazy that makes me.” 

The man’s cock pulsed from underneath you, leading you to bite back a moan. “Show me.” 

“Then, sit on my face, angel.” 

Once you were perched over him, Yunho pulled the shorts you soaked up by the inseam, emphasizing the shape of your pussy for his own amusement. He rubbed the pads of his index and middle finger along your clothed lips, knowing he found your clit with his thumb when you let out a sharp gasp. “Right there, hm? Did I find your cute little clit, baby? 

“Uh-huh…” 

He rolled your clit around in slow, teasing circles. “Want me to find your hole next?” Your sheepish, yet eager nods only fueled Yunho’s already raving arousal. 

The unmistakable sound of fabric being ripped was registered by your senses first, before you watched your tiny torn pair of shorts disappear into the depths of the fluffy carpet beside the couch. The cold air that had hit your bare cunt was quickly replaced by your eager neighbor’s warm tongue. “Oh…!” 

Yunho greedily lapped up your arousal into his mouth, mapping out the entirety of your cunt with his lips and tongue, the bottom half of his face already shining with your wetness. The man eventually spread you open with two slender fingers, watching your hole flutter around nothing. “Found it…” He was so overcome with lust, that he sent a wad of spit into your cunt, before plugging you up with his tongue. 

“Yunho, oh my god–” You reached down to hold onto the sides of his head, your fingers curling around his dirty blond locks. 

It was when your hazy eyes met that Yunho began to tongue-fuck you in a vigorous manner, each and every impossibly wet sound your slick cunt made only furthering your neighbor’s desire to make you fall apart. He only ceased his worship to groan, “Fuck, do you get this goddamn wet for everyone?” 

Your thighs were starting to shake. You were close. “Just you, Yunho…” Now that the man was looking back up at you with those big puppy dog eyes, you couldn’t help but tug at his hair. “You look like you wanna say something, baby.” The small, uncharacteristically whiny moan your neighbor let out encouraged you to take matters into your own hands, rubbing your cunt along Yunho’s spread-out tongue, your puffy clit routinely bumping into his curved nose. He let out another pretty-sounding moan. It made you smile. “C’mon…use your words…” 

“Cum on my face, please,” he voiced urgently, his lips still pressed to your wet cunt. 

“Fuck, yeah, okay,” you gasped in agreement, only able to grind yourself cunt across Yunho’s tongue a few more times, before he cemented his hands around your waist, forcefully bringing you down onto his mouth. 

Yunho couldn’t make out any of the words coming out of your mouth, too focused on the breathless moans you were letting out in between them. Your clit throbbed against his hot tongue, and once he licked down to your spasming hole, he felt the warm spray of your release hit his tongue. Savoring the taste of you on his swollen lips, he gazed up at you with pride. “That’s my girl.” 

With your legs shaking and your heart pounding, you climbed off of him, watching him sit up and lean back against the couch, his aching cock still trapped inside the confines of his pants. You couldn’t help but lick at your own lips. “Take it out, Yunho…”

Yunho obliged, hastily undoing his leather belt. His sizable cock smacked heavily into his abdomen upon release, leaving a trail of pre-cum behind on his t-shirt. A prominent vein traveled up from the base of his cock to the thick tip where it was an eye-catching shade of pink. It matched the flush on his cheeks and ears. 

Despite being confident about his size, there was a nervous glint in his eyes. “What do you think…?” 

“Pretty…” You were sure you were drooling. 

Chuckling in relief, Yunho patted one of his spread thighs. “Come here, princess. See how pretty it is up close.” 

And you did just that, perching yourself on top of Yunho’s lap like you belonged there. Yunho still couldn’t believe his luck. Not only did he have the privilege of rewatching his favorite movies with his pretty neighbor, but he somehow ended up with you on his cock. He was determined to make it worth your while. “You like being on top, huh?” 

“I just didn’t want to put all the hard work on you,” you pouted, gently running your finger around his tip to collect his arousal, giggling at the way he jolted against your touch. 

“Oh, because I’m like 20 years your senior? Think I can’t handle all this?” he asked under his breath, squeezing the soft flesh of your ass from either side. 

Mewing from his touch, you aloofly licked his pre-cum from your finger, making the man whine in response. “I think you should prove it, Yun,” you whispered near his lips, leaving a chaste kiss against them.  

Yunho’s thick tip entered you first, your cunt slowly stretching open to accommodate his size. “I’ll show you, baby…” Feeling you tense up against him, Yunho made sure he took his time with you, pushing into you inch by inch, diligently studying your face for any sign of discomfort. He did all of this, only for your greedy cunt to swallow up his cock to the hilt. 

You didn’t even know you could feel this full. You were positive he was inside your guts. “Yunho, fuck– it’s so big,” you gasped into his neck. A small puff of air hit the side of your flushed face. 

“You’re just tiny, sweetheart. You can’t help it,” he whispered against your skin, rubbing your lower back in gentle circles. His teeth nipped at your earlobe. “But, you can take it, yeah?” 

You gave him a small nod, but that wasn’t good enough for the man. He pressed his forehead into yours, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “I want to hear you say it, Y/N.” 

When he let out a small breath, you took one in, clutching the sides of his face. “I can take it, Yunho.” 

Yunho began to move before you had the chance to properly ride him, holding your soft hips, using them like handlebars. “Y/N, baby, you’re so tight…” Each thrust he made was purposeful, deep, like he wanted to reach the innermost part of you, and leave his mark there. You were so warm, so hot inside, the man was sure he was going to melt if he continued, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. “I’m going to make you mine…” 

You choked out a moan, tightening your grip around him. 

“Yeah?” His lips ghosted along your jaw. “That’s what you want?” 

“Please,” you begged Yunho, digging your nails into his back. 

Yunho simply couldn’t hold himself back any longer, not while he had you like putty in his arms, your body limp, completely and utterly at his mercy. “There we go, baby…Don’t worry that pretty head about anything, just focus on this cock.” And he made sure you felt each and every inch of it, figuring he was hitting your cervix from the way you gasped for air like there was none left. 

“Fuck..!” you cried, delirious with pleasure. “I’ll cum, I’m gonna cum, Yunho, please, don’t stop–”

His hips matched the quick, wavered desperation of your voice, pounding himself in and out of your squelching cunt. “Fall apart for me, princess…Let me feel it…” He slipped his free hand between your heated bodies, giving your clit a few vigorous rubs with his calloused thumb. 

You couldn’t speak, simply opening your mouth to let out a soundless moan, your body jolting away from his touch. “That’s it…that’s it, my love, let go,” he sighed against your lips, his thumb still swiping over your sensitive clit, his throbbing length reaching places you had never thought possible. 

Just as your warmth spilled out of you, Yunho held you still within his firm grasp, his forehead resting against yours. He was almost completely out of breath, a few drops of sweat cascading along his temple. “Inside…?”

You nodded desperately. “Inside, please…” 

Yunho indulged in your mutual desire, pressing his hand down against your tummy to feel the space he took up inside you. He filled you to the brim with his hot white release, so much so that it spilled past your joined bodies and dripped out onto the couch. 

He managed to give you a small sheepish smile when your eyes met. “You’ll really be mine after this, won’t you, kiddo?” 

You couldn’t help but giggle, reaching up to caress his cheek. It was warm to the touch. “Good thing you live right next door.” 

Yeosang nodded gently, still taking in the warmth of their embrace, “I’m okay. Just a little thrown off I think.”

With a soft hum, San pulled Yeosang away from his chest, still cupping his arms with his hands, “Can we talk about it? I’d hate to have to get my information from him.” He nods towards the car where Wooyoung’s passed out in the backseat.

“Later?” Yeosang frowns and looks up into San’s eyes.

San smiles lovingly down at him, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead, “I just don’t want you to dwell on it too much. I worry about you.”

“I know…” he whispered with a little pout.

“Cute,” San muttered, cupping his cheek and leaning down to kiss him for real this time.

And they would’ve kept going if not for the sound of footsteps on the gravel approaching them from behind. 

You looked like a mess. Your face was streaked with mascara and your hands shook as you held them to your chest. Yeosang blinked at you, peering behind your body trying to see if anyone was with you. 

His brows furrowed when he realized you were completely alone. He knew Mingi and your friend had disappeared to the lake two hours ago but, where was Yunho?

A shaky hand wiped at your cheek, “Do you know where Wooyoung is?” Your voice was soft, but something in your tone made Yeosang’s heart hurt—though he wasn’t going to admit it.

San spoke up first. “Oh he’s a goner,” he chuckled, nodding toward the backseat of his boyfriend’s car. Yeosang knew he was trying to keep the mood light despite the tension, and though he appreciated it, it didn't do much to lift the uncomfortably stale air between the two of you.

You bit your lip, clearly trying to rethink your options.

He hated seeing you like that. The way you picked at your thumbs nervously and shuffled your feet, boots scraping against the gravel. Yet, despite the part of him that begged him not to, Yeosang spoke up, “Do you…need a ride?”

You looked him in the eyes for the first time in years, clearly shocked that he had offered without you even needing to ask. With a curt nod you cracked as you muttered, “Yeah.”

Yeosang was going to kill San now, too–beautiful biceps and two year long relationship aside. Because even after he’d offered you a ride, he didn’t expect to be sitting alone with you on the way to your apartment, fighting with himself to ignore your constant restless fidgeting. His knuckles turned white against the steering wheel.

But San had insisted. He’d dragged Wooyoung out of the car, leaving Yeosang with nothing but a kiss on the cheek and a “see you later” before he disappeared into the labyrinth that was Wooyoung’s apartment complex.

And the ride was just as unbearable as he thought it would be. He watched you fidget with your hands in your lap as you stared out the front windshield. 

It will be over soon. He told himself. 

He’d drop you off at your place, make sure you were safely inside, and he’d pull out of that parking lot like nothing ever happened. Like you’d never run into each other by some twisted string of fate. Like you had stayed out of his life for good.

But the longer he sat with you, despite the dreadful silence filling his car, the more he wondered how you were. He was glad to hear that you and Yeonjun broke up. And he imagined that, had things ended differently between you both, he would’ve called you up to go out for drinks to celebrate.

Fuck he missed that. The late nights with you, him, and Wooyoung spent on the floor of his dorm room just talking for hours and drunk off of beer that Wooyoung had stolen from his brother. 

And the countless late nights cramming for exams at the very last minute, surrounded by empty cup noodles and a concerning amount of energy drinks. Nothing productive ever came out of those nights, but the hours spent together laughing and cursing yourselves for waiting until the night before to start your studying were always some of Yeosang’s favorites.

And though you had still been dating him at the time, Yeonjun was merely just a sliver of your life. Yeosang had assumed it was a fling. Your first love that you would be over in a couple months; it would hurt but you would have friends there to help you through it.

It wasn’t that Yeosang hated Yeonjun—at least not at first.

He was a friend of Wooyoung’s, a bandmate, and though he seemed a bit brash and over the top, he cared for you.

You went on dates, received flowers, attended his shows. Everything was normal. 

But Yeosang could see that you were blinded by love. And in the three year overlap of your friendship with him and your relationship with Yeonjun, he could see what you couldn’t.

Yeonjun was possessive. But not in a way that was meant to protect you. He hated your friends, including Yeosang. He never said it outright but it was pretty obvious to everyone besides you. He took you on “dates” which consisted of inviting you to his shows but never letting you backstage because, as it turns out, he didn’t want you around his friends either.

It alarmed Yeosang if he was honest. Every day of your third year he could feel you drifting away. You flaked out on nearly every hangout, and you were nowhere to be seen whenever he asked if you could talk.

The final straw had been Wooyoung and Yeonjun’s fight. A rather anticlimactic affair looking back, but the aftermath was irreparable.

Yeonjun had lashed out at Wooyoung because he decided to leave the band. They were graduating in three months, and he had more things he needed to focus on. But Yeonjun had seen more for the band‘s future than anyone else ever had, and he’d seen the whole thing as betrayal. A lashing out from Yeonjun wasn’t a rarity, but this time it had gotten physical. And he nearly broke Wooyoung’s nose in the midst of his fit. 

And when Yeosang told you the whole thing…well, you sided with Yeonjun. You told Yeosang that he was stressed and going through a lot with his family. That had been the final straw for him. In hindsight, Yeosang knows he should’ve stayed by your side, knowing that leaving you behind would only make you more dependent on the man you felt so adamantly that you had to defend, but he couldn’t help it.

That night had ended in a screaming match between the two of you, young, stupid and incredibly abrasive. One that ripped apart the seams of your already fading friendship. Opening up scars that seemed like they would never heal.

And he never saw you again after that.

He could tell by the way you bit your lip and kept sending him testing glances as he pulled into your apartment complex that you wanted to talk to him. And he’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t want that too. He missed you, he really did, and it hurt him more than he’d like to admit when he saw the way you and Wooyoung reconnected instantaneously. 

He hadn’t even put the car in park when you turned to him and finally spoke, “Do you wanna come up? Just for a drink?”

Yeosang sighed, glancing over at you, finally making eye contact with you.

“Please,” you begged, “I just wanna talk.”

“Fine,” he muttered before shutting off the car and slipping out of his seat.

You really never thought you’d see him again. It had crossed your mind when you thought about how things could have been different–the idealized version of your future where you had picked your friends over your shitty boyfriend.

And it embarrassed you to no end every time you thought about that fight. The way you had just thrown everyone aside, trying to rationalize and find a logical reason why Yeonjun would do such a thing. Looking everywhere and grasping at straws for the answer. 

When the dust had settled and reality kicked in, you had wished with every fiber of your being that you had reacted differently. But it was too late. 

You could’ve swallowed your pride and confronted your mistakes. But no. You simply let the friendship fade. And before you knew it, two people that had meant everything to you for years were gone.

Except here he was. Albeit reluctantly. But here in your apartment nonetheless.

“Is tea okay? That's all I really have,” you asked softly, “I haven’t gone grocery shopping in a couple weeks.”

He nodded, looking around your apartment which was scattered with the remains of your failed relationship, “Tea is fine.”

As you set up the kettle on the stove, you peered over at him, wondering what on earth you were supposed to say. You hadn’t exactly had a gameplan when you asked him to come up here. It was merely a desperate attempt to get him to speak to you again.

To your surprise and relief, though, he spoke first, “So you broke up.”

It was more of a statement than a question. He was just pointing out the obvious.

You hummed in acknowledgment, “Mhm. About two weeks ago now.”

“I’m happy for you,” his voice came out a bit dry and tired, but you could tell it was sincere.

“Thank you,” you smiled gently, “It should have happened years ago, but I guess I’m just too good at ignoring the warnings.”

He looked at you. Really looked at you. His dark eyes piercing through your soul.

“Yeo…” you started, trying to still your breath, “I’m so sorry.”

His eyes closed as he took a deep breath, composing himself, “Can I be honest?”

You nodded, “Of course.”

“I’m not mad at you anymore. Not for defending him,” you went to cut him off but he raised a hand, “You were in a bad relationship. Blinded by love. And you were wrong, we both know that. But honestly, after all these years, I don’t give a shit about that anymore. Hell, Wooyoung got over it in a week.” His eyes started to water just a little, “I just…I don’t understand why you never came back. And why now that you broke up with him do you think you can just show up again? Was it not worth it to risk losing him?”

You bit at your lip. Everything he said, you had thought before. It all had swirled around in the confines of your mind over and over and over again. But hearing it directly from his mouth just made it so much more real.

Slowly, you poured the water from the kettle into the two pastel blue mugs sitting next to each other on the counter, a soft puff of steam wisping off the top of them.

“I…” you started, staring down into the slowly steeping cup of tea in your hands, “I just couldn’t face you after that. You didn’t deserve that, any of it. You don’t deserve to have friends that throw you under the bus and toss you aside for loser boyfriends who are far from worth it.” A desperate sigh fell from your lips, “And I really didn’t think we’d ever get to talk again. Not like this.”

You slid the tea across the counter, and he gently picked it up, picking up the tea bag and swirling it around the cup. “And listen, we don’t have to make up or be friends. You don’t even need to show me the kindness you already have tonight. But please, I just want you to understand that I know I fucked up. And I know the way I treated you is far from okay. You deserve a hell of a lot more than what I gave you back then.”

He kept his eyes trained on the mug–still fidgeting with the string of the tea bag, “You surprised me tonight. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again, either. Surely not because you’re…hanging out with one of my friends.” A soft exhale passed through his nose, “But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous of the way you and Wooyoung fell back into things so fast. I wish that was us.”

“Me too,” you murmured. 

You could see the wheels inside his head spinning. “I want to try again.” He spoke softly, making sure to look you in the eye. “Us. We had a good thing. And maybe it will never be the same. But…I have to believe that our friendship is worth giving each other a second chance.”

The tears you were holding back started coming up once again. And you couldn’t help the way they started falling immediately at his confession. “Really?” Your voice broke. 

He smiled softly, setting his mug down on the counter and meeting you on the other side of it. Gently, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you against his chest. You hugged him as tight as you could, afraid to let go. 

And as he held you there, stroking your hair, you couldn’t help but feel as if maybe you hadn’t fucked everything up tonight. 

Out on the dingy balcony of your apartment, Yeosang sat beside you in one of the flimsy lawn chairs that had survived this many years by only a miracle. 

You held the now fully steeped cup of tea in your hands, “Yeo.”

He hummed against his mug, taking a small sip.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

You tapped your fingers anxiously against the ceramic mug. “Do you think he hates me?”

Yeosang sighed, “Yunho?” You nodded. “I don’t think that man has ever hated someone in his entire life.”

You shook your head, “You didn’t see the way he looked at me when I rejected him.” An exhausted groan fell from your mouth, “He’s just…he’s so wonderful and helpful and perfect. He doesn’t deserve to have someone beside them who’s still reeling from the grief of a nearly decade long relationship.”

“You sure do like determining what people deserve, don’t you?” You gave him a sidelong glare.

He smiled against his cup, “You didn’t hear the way he was talking about you earlier. I mean, we were all a bit skeptical since you two only just met but the way he talked about you…I don’t think there’s anything you could do to make him hate you.

You frowned, “That just makes me feel worse.”

“I know,” he remarked, “But listen, I know you're scared. But do you trust my judgment?” 

“Of course.” 

“Yeonjun is not even half the man that Yunho is. And I know it’s terrifying to start something this new with wounds so fresh. So I understand if you need to take the time to heal. But I want you to know that that man will treat you worlds better than Yeonjun ever could.” He sighed, “And trust me I’ve spent enough time with both of them to know that.”

“It’s just so soon,” your brows furrowed in frustration, “I haven’t even been out of a relationship for a month. How can I possibly start a new one now?”

Yeosang leaned back against his chair, “You know what I think?” He glanced over at you. “I think you're scared. You were over Yeonjun well before you two broke up. But you’re scared of the commitment of another relationship.” He scooted closer to you, “Which I completely understand, by the way. San and I’s initial relationship was far from serious. But you know…when you like someone the desire to commit to them more and more grows on you.”

“But I can’t do that to him,” you stirred your words over in your head, “Not commit, that is.”

Yeosang laughed. A deep, genuine laugh, “Oh, trust me, I know you well enough to know that a casual commitment is not your thing. I just mean that I think you need to get over it.” He placed a hand on your knee, “You are going to regret it for the rest of your life if you let things end this way.”

He straightened up, “And frankly, I don’t really want to deal with him being mopey for the next several months because of this.”

You giggled, “Fine…I’ll reach out.”

“Thank you.”

“Have you missed me coming to you for endless relationship advice?” You nudged him jokingly.

A smile spread across his face.

“Every single day.”

After watching Yeosang pull away from your apartment, you had a million thoughts swirling through your head. 

You thought about calling Yunho a hundred times, but every time you picked up the phone you wondered what the fuck you would even say to him. And it was two in the morning. Would he even pick up? And if he did, how could you ever face him? How could you sit there in the comfort of your home and tell him that you made a mistake when you weren’t even sure if you did? 

You wanted him. You really did. Every part of you yearned to be taken care of like you knew he would. But you just couldn’t do it. 

Yeosang was right. You were scared. Terrified, even. Now, more so than ever. Because after seeing the way his heart broke in two when you pushed him away, you couldn’t imagine doing that to him again.

Fuck. You ran your fingers through your hair, frustrated. You needed some air.

You glanced down at the keys on the counter, picking them up and heading out the door to where your car was waiting in the parking lot.

When you turned on the music and rolled the windows down, it felt like everything was just a tad clearer. The fear washed away as you pulled onto the highway, and you started imagining what a life with him could really look like. 

Sweet, well-planned dates. Ones where he walked with you along the river, listening to your stories, holding your hand, and collecting flowers for you along the way.

Fancy, intimate dinners. Where he’d dress up in a clean suit with a flashy belt and that signature hat on top of his head. And he’d guide you with a hand on your lower back, before leaning down to your ear to tell you how beautiful you looked.

And late nights in his truck. The two of you lounged in the bed, looking at the stars. And he’d hold your palm to his lips so you knew just how much he cherished you.

The thought of his lips brought you back to just a few hours earlier. Where he had held you up close to him, his hands very respectfully gripping your body. And god his kisses. The sweetest, softest, and most passionate thing you had ever experienced.

The way he had whispered “Doll” against your lips had felt so personal. So special.

And you felt like a fucking idiot for throwing it all away.

But as soon as the unsavory thoughts started their way back in, you heard a loud thud from under the hood.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you cursed and pounded your hand against your steering wheel. And you watched in horror as your speedometer slowly fell toward zero. 

What the fuck? Why now? 

You looked around as you pulled the car off the side of the interstate. Nobody. Not a soul. In fact, it was so dark that the only light you could clearly see was that of your headlights.

And that’s when the true terror started to kick in. You were on the highway. Alone. With no way to get home by yourself. Anyone could take you, and none of your friends would notice anything was wrong for several hours.

Oh god. You started to lose control of your breathing. And as much as you tried to compose yourself, the darkness outside your windshield was enough to make you start thinking the worst thoughts.

And just as you thought it couldn’t get any worse, it started to rain. A lot. So bad you could hardly see anything outside the car. And the loud sound of the heavy downpour against metal consumed your brain.

You picked up your phone and your hands shook as you looked down at it. Down at the only person you could think to call.

He picked up on the third ring. “Hello?” His voice was deep and groggy from sleep, and you suddenly felt bad for waking him up.

“Yunho? I’m so sorry. I know it’s late,” you were trying to still your breathing enough to formulate words.

You heard the sudden rustling of sheets, “It’s okay, Doll? What’s wrong?” Oh god, of course he could hear you shaking.

“I’m really sorry, I just–”

He cut you off, “Sweetheart, stop apologizing. Tell me what's wrong.”

“I’m stuck.”

“Stuck?”

“My car broke down on the highway,” your tears were starting. God this was so humiliating. “I was just going for a night drive and the engine cut out of nowhere. And now I’m just stuck on the interstate, and it’s pouring.” You were fully crying now. The fear coursing back through your veins, “Yunho, I’m scared.”

Through the phone, you heard him slamming a door and running. “Send me your location. I’ll be there in ten.”

“Okay–” your voice cracked as you pulled your phone away from your ear and dropped him a pin.

Yunho had practically launched himself out of bed when he heard your voice through the phone. You sounded terrified enough as is, but the loud sound of the rain against the roof of your car was enough for him to know that something was up.

He praised and thanked his past self for not breaking out that six pack that Mingi had left on the counter, although he seriously considered it.

His visibility was less than ideal, especially on the highway, but he made do. The highway was practically empty, meaning he could go as fast as he needed to, and he just prayed that there wouldn’t be a cop on his route to you.

Soon enough, although not for him, he saw your hazards blinking off to the side of the road. He pulled up in front of your car–so you could see him clearer–and put his car in park. Barely checking to see if anyone was coming before flinging the door of his truck open.

His heart pounded as he jogged up to your little car. Through the windshield, he could see you hunched over, hands clasped in your lap so tight that you were shaking.

Trying not to scare you even more, he knocked on the window. You jumped. But when you saw it was him, he watched as your eyes filled with relief. And before he could gesture for you to roll the window down, you had flung open the door and barreled into his arms.

“Oh,” he let out a little sound of shock, before wrapping his arms around you, “It’s okay, Doll. I’m here.”

And he would’ve stayed like that forever, with your head against his chest and hands gripping the back of his sleep shirt, but on the interstate in the middle of the night was far from where he wanted to hold you.

“Sweetheart,” he spoke loudly over the rain, “Do you have an umbrella?” You cringed and shook your head.

“Let’s get in my truck then.”

You nodded and let him pile you into his passenger seat. When he pulled himself into the driver side, you opened your mouth to speak, to apologize he was sure, but he cut you off. “I think we’re gonna have to call a tow truck. I would check the engine and all, but it’s too dark and too rainy for me to even see anything.”

“Okay,” you said softly, “Thank you, Yunho.”

He glanced over at you. Fuck you were so beautiful. Even with your hair and clothes soaked and your eyes tired from lack of sleep, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. It broke his heart a bit to see you out here, alone, clearly trying to reason with your own thoughts.

“Are you alright?” He muttered, pushing a bit of hair away from your face. Your eyes fluttered as his fingers brushed your cheeks.

“Mhm,” you tried to assure him, “I was just…thinking.”

“Yeah?” he cleared his throat, “Can we talk about it?” You looked up out the windshield at the pouring rain outside, “Can we get out of here first?”

The shop looked just how you remembered it. And it smelled just the same, too. A faint stench of motor oil and rubber floated in the air. Yunho disappeared into the back room to grab some towels, and you thanked every being under the sun that you were given a break from that soaking wet t-shirt that hugged every muscle on his chest.

You hated to admit it, even to just yourself, but Yunho's whole “rescue” was way more attractive than it should have been. The way he held you for just a brief second and the way he took control of the whole situation so quickly, you couldn’t help but feel more and more regret from earlier that night.

When he came back out of the back, he had changed into a white tee and jeans  and he held a t-shirt in one hand and a towel in the other. But all you could focus on was the way he looked with his hair still damp and sticking to parts of his forehead. 

“I have an extra shirt if you want it. I don’t know if it’ll fit but…” he offered the two items to you.

You smiled, trying to hide how flustered his appearance was making you, “That’s okay. I’ll just take the towel.” A small shiver ran through you when your fingers brushed his.

Patting your face dry, you watched as mascara came off on the towel, and you were suddenly very conscious of how much of a wreck you must’ve looked like. Turning away from Yunho, you continued to dry yourself off.

“Hey,” he spoke softly, reaching his hand out, “Can I help you?”

Hesitantly, you looked between him and the towel in your hand before handing it over to him. He started with your face, wiping off what you assumed to be the last of the mascara on your cheeks, before moving to your hair and gently patting it dry. 

“You look beautiful right now, by the way,” he murmured as he continued to run the towel over your body, patting your back and wiping your arms.

Your face grew hot, “Thank you.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” 

When he stopped moving the towel, you finally glanced up at him and saw him looking down at you. His hair still sticking to his forehead and a couple drops of water falling from his lashes. He looked too good to be true. “Doll…” he muttered, slipping his hands down your arms and to your back and slowly drifting towards your waist.

He held your waist just as gently as he had earlier that night, the tips of his hair still damp and dripping water onto your face. Your breath hitched when his face tilted down toward yours.

“If I kiss you…are you gonna run away from me again?” he whispered with a shaking breath.

You shook your head, eyes trained on his lips, and your voice came out in an almost unrecognizable whimper, “No.”

“Good,” he muttered. His hand slid from your hip to your lower back, pulling your body up against his.

He pressed his lips to yours yet again, but this time was different. Gone was the soft gentle kiss of a slightly tipsy Yunho who was testing the waters. 

The man kissing you now wasn’t that Yunho at all. He grasped at your clothes in desperation. Groaning softly into your mouth. You tangled your fingers in his damp hair, pulling at the brunette strands causing him to shiver against you. 

His hand slid under your wet t-shirt, exploring the damp skin of your back, before he gripped your hips again. This time pushing you toward the bed of his truck, wrapping an arm around your back and lifting you up onto it.

Without once breaking the kiss, Yunho’s hands explored your thighs, and he let out a soft moan when you wrapped your legs around his narrow waist.

His lips traveled across your jaw, nipping at the skin and leaving little marks in his wake. Your fists gripped onto his t-shirt as he trailed down your neck.

“Yunho…” his fingers tightened on your thighs when the moan of his name reached his ears.

He kept his lips on your neck, “God you’re so pretty when you say my name like that.”

You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, the bare skin of your thighs pressing into the waistband of his jeans. He let out a low grunt against your neck when you rubbed up against him, right below his belt buckle.

Fuck you needed him. You needed all of him. Whoever this version of Yunho was, you wanted to cherish every second with him. Even if he looked at you like he was gonna tear you apart.

Rolling your hips against him made him tighten his grip on your hips, “Don’t tease me, Babydoll.”

Oh. God you were gonna pass out if he called you that again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you felt your core tighten in a way it hadn’t in years. 

Everything about him was fogging your brain. His damp hair tousled under your fingers. The heat of his breath against your skin. The way he tossed you around and picked you up like it didn’t even phase him.

He was so big in every way, even the ways you hadn’t yet been able to see. His presence towered over you, making you feel so completely overwhelmed by his everything. And the way his hands explored every inch of your exposed body in seconds made it so evidently obvious how massive he truly was.

“Oh? She likes that, does she?” He chuckled, and pulled away from your neck. Pressing his forehead to yours, sliding a hand to your neck and brushing his lips right above yours, “Hmm? Babydoll?”

You whimpered under his touch, “Yun…”

He pressed his lips to your nose, “You’re so fuckin’ cute, sweetheart.”

Your eyes fluttered closed as his lips approached yours. And when he finally kissed you again, it was like everything had fallen into place. His lips against yours were the only thing you’d ever need, but you were willing to take anything more that he was offering.

When he pulled back, he looked back into your eyes, cupping your cheek in his hand. “Doll,” he whispered softly, “As much as I’m enjoying this, we should stop.” You whined, grasping at his wrist and letting him cradle your face, “Please, Yun…”

He chuckled, “Come on, baby. You know me well enough to know I’m not gonna fuck you for the first time in the back of my truck.”

A small frown formed on your face, but he cut you off before you could speak, “You’re not talking me out of this one, sweetheart.” He settled your hands on your thighs, “Let me take you to dinner first. And then we can have all the fun you want. Okay?”

“Will you at least kiss me again, now?” “Of course, babydoll. I’ll give you all the kisses your sweet heart desires.” And he kissed you one more time as you stayed perched on the edge of his truck.

You ruffled his still wet hair when he pulled back, “Okay, cowboy. We can play by your rules. When are you taking me to dinner?”

“Tomorrow.”

Knock, knock, knock.

You adjusted the hem of your oversized t-shirt, wiping your slightly damp palms on your thighs before walking to the front door. A rush of nervous excitement bloomed in your chest as you opened it—there he was.

Yunho stood on your welcome mat, his broad shoulders rising with each breath, a small grin tugging at his lips. His hair was styled in his usual laid-back way, and he carried a six-pack of beer in one hand, the other already outstretched for a hug.

“Hey, roomie-for-a-night,” he teased as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. “Damn, this your new place? You really out here adulting.”

You laughed into his shoulder, your nose brushing against the soft fabric of his hoodie. “It’s still a mess, but yeah, welcome to my semi-unpacked kingdom.”

He stepped inside, gaze flicking over the boxes stacked in the corners, the half-assembled bookshelf, the TV precariously perched on a makeshift stand. “I dig it. It already feels like you.” He kicked off his shoes and dropped onto your couch like he owned it, stretching his long legs across the cushions. “You didn’t lie about snacks either. You go hard.”

You rolled your eyes fondly and walked back to the kitchen. “I literally told you to bring the drinks and nothing else. I’m carrying this friendship on my back.”

He laughed, cracking open a can. “I bring the charm, though.”

“Oh God.” You snatched the drink from his hand with a mock glare and handed him another. “Shut up and drink.”

The two of you settled on the couch, the soft background noise of some random comedy show playing as the first sips of beer warmed your cheeks. It didn’t take long for the laughter to flow—easy, natural. Yunho had always been like that for you. A constant in your life, even when everything else felt like it was shifting beneath your feet.

A couple of beers in, you both were sprawled across the couch, bodies nearly tangled. Yunho’s thigh was pressed against yours, and your hand casually rested near his knee without even realizing it. The alcohol buzz blurred the lines between comfortable and something more.

“I missed this,” Yunho murmured, his voice softer now. “Hanging out. No schedules, no school deadlines, no bullshit.”

You turned your head to look at him, his cheek resting against the back cushion, eyes heavy-lidded. The golden warmth of the lamp softened the angles of his face, but it couldn’t hide the way he’d grown into himself since school ended—he looked older. Sharper. Handsomer.

“I missed you too,” you said quietly, and you meant it.

There was a pause, the kind that didn’t feel awkward but… charged. His gaze shifted, and you realized he was looking at you too. Really looking.

You blinked and looked away, flustered. “Don’t go getting all sentimental on me. I’m tipsy, I might cry.”

Yunho chuckled. “You always say that. One beer and you’re like a baby deer on ice.”

You reached out to playfully smack his arm, but your hand lingered for a second too long on his bicep. Solid. Warm.

The silence returned, only this time, it was heavier. Denser.

“Y/N,” he said, quieter now.

You glanced up, heart ticking faster at the tone in his voice.

“I, uh…” he scratched the back of his neck. “I had this weird dream the other night.”

That made you sit up slightly, curiosity piqued. “Okay, do tell.”

He looked sheepish but amused. “You were in it. And… it wasn’t exactly PG.”

Your eyebrows shot up.

You laughed, partly out of surprise and partly to shake the sudden wave of heat rushing through you. “Wait—like, sexy dream?”

Yunho bit his lip, chuckling into his drink. “Yeah. Didn’t mean for it to happen, but… I dunno. Ever since then I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

Your stomach flipped. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol, the way his voice dipped lower, or the fact that you had your own share of secret, blurry thoughts about him.

You leaned in slightly, teasing. “What happened in the dream?”

He gave you a look. “You really wanna know?”

“Only if you really want to tell me.”

He hesitated. Then, with a deep breath, he said, “You were on your knees in front of me. Touching me. Kissing me. And it felt… real. Like, really real.”

Your breath caught. You tried to swallow your nerves, but your mouth had gone dry. He wasn’t joking. His eyes were locked onto yours now, searching.

“I’ve thought about it a lot since then,” he murmured. “And honestly? I was hoping… maybe…”

He trailed off.

You didn’t let him finish.

Instead, you leaned forward and kissed him.

Soft. Hesitant. Testing.

He froze for half a second—then melted into it. One hand found your waist, the other cradled your face as he deepened the kiss. It was slow, unhurried. Not lust-filled—not yet. Just the overwhelming relief of finally crossing a line that had blurred for far too long.

You pulled back slightly, eyes wide, breath shallow. “I’ve wanted this too. I just didn’t think…”

Yunho pressed his forehead against yours, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “Then let me show you.”

He kissed you again, this time with more urgency, more heat. You gasped softly against his mouth as he slid a hand beneath your shirt, fingers brushing the skin of your lower back. The contact sent sparks racing up your spine.

“Bedroom?” he whispered, his voice strained with restraint.

You nodded.

In the quiet hush of your bedroom, the air was thick with anticipation, the silence only broken by the sound of your mingled breaths and the soft rustle of fabric as Yunho gently pressed you back against the bed. The light from the hallway spilled in faintly through the cracked door, casting shadows over his face—soft and golden, like candlelight flickering across skin.

He hovered over you, one knee sinking into the mattress, his fingers reaching to brush a loose strand of hair from your face. His hand lingered, cupping your cheek, thumb trailing over your bottom lip. You caught it between your lips and kissed it, eyes never leaving his.

“You’re sure?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper, like he was afraid any louder might shatter this fragile moment.

“Yunho,” you whispered back, lifting your hand to cup the side of his neck, “please. I want you.”

He leaned in, kissing you again—slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. His lips were soft, a contrast to the way his hands began to explore, sliding from your face to your collarbone, down the sides of your torso as if he was trying to memorize you. The kiss deepened, breaths becoming heavier. His tongue licked softly into your mouth, coaxing a quiet moan from you.

Your hands fumbled at the hem of his sweatshirt, fingertips brushing warm skin as you pushed it up. He pulled back briefly, sitting up on his knees so you could tug it off completely. His toned stomach flexed as he moved, shadows outlining the soft dips and curves of muscle. Your palms slid up his chest, enjoying the feel of his warmth under your touch. His breath hitched when you leaned up to kiss along his sternum, your lips grazing the sensitive skin there.

He leaned down again, helping you out of your own shirt. His eyes flicked down your body reverently, mouth parted slightly as he took in the sight of you. He kissed your shoulder first, then lower—his lips brushing the tops of your breasts, hot and deliberate. His hands spanned your ribs, thumbs stroking slow, hypnotic circles into your skin.

Your bra was discarded next, and Yunho paused, as if needing a second just to process. “God, Y/N…” he murmured, trailing kisses over your chest, his tongue teasing one nipple before moving to the other. He groaned low in his throat at the way your body arched into him, your fingers threading through his hair, tugging gently when the sensation overwhelmed you.

His hands moved lower—along your waist, over your hips, fingertips skimming under the waistband of your shorts. You lifted your hips to help him slide them down, underwear with them. He kissed your thighs as he went, holding you open just slightly with his hands on your knees, eyes locked on yours. His lips ghosted over the inside of your thigh, hot breath sending goosebumps across your skin.

Then he leaned back, tugging off his sweatpants, revealing the growing bulge in his boxers. You bit your lip as your eyes traced over him, watching the way his cock strained against the fabric. He caught your gaze and smiled, a little bashful, but mostly turned on by your reaction. He pulled off his boxers, and you watched as his length sprung free, thick and flushed.

You reached for him, your palm wrapping around his cock, stroking slowly. Yunho hissed at the contact, his hips stuttering forward into your hand.

“Fuck… Y/N,” he groaned, his hand reaching out to steady himself on the headboard. His head dipped, pressing kisses along your jawline and down your neck as your hand worked him, thumb swiping over his tip to collect the precum beading there.

He couldn’t take much more.

Yunho shifted over you, nudging your thighs open with his knees. His cock rested against your core, sliding through your slick folds. The pressure made your toes curl, and you grabbed at his arms, eyes fluttering shut.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he murmured, lining himself up at your entrance. “At any point.”

“I don’t,” you whispered, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I want you. Please, Yunho.”

He pushed in slowly, his thick cock stretching you open inch by inch. Your nails dug into his back, your breath catching in your throat as your body adjusted around him. He was big—so much bigger than you’d imagined—and every movement made your walls flutter.

“Oh my god…” you gasped, your arms slipping up around his neck, pulling him in closer. “Yunho…”

His head dropped to your shoulder as he groaned into your skin. “Fuck… you’re so tight… so warm.”

He stayed still for a moment, letting you both breathe, his cock buried to the hilt. Then, with a deep exhale, he pulled out halfway and rolled his hips back into you, slow and controlled.

Your fingers clawed at his shoulders as he began a steady rhythm, fucking you in smooth, deep strokes that made your back arch off the mattress. His hands grabbed your thighs, spreading you wider, pushing himself even deeper.

“You feel like heaven,” he grunted against your neck. “Better than anything I ever dreamed of.”

Your moans spilled freely now, mingling with the soft creak of the bed and the slick sounds of your bodies moving together. His kisses were feverish—along your throat, your collarbone, your mouth—like he couldn’t get enough. His hands never stopped touching you, sliding from your hips to your waist to your breasts, squeezing and exploring as if trying to learn every inch of you by heart.

When you felt your orgasm approaching, it was sharp and sudden, a heat pooling low in your belly.

“Yunho—God—Yunho, I’m close,” you cried out, hips rocking up to meet his.

He reached between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight, firm circles as he thrust harder. “That’s it, baby… come for me. Let me feel you.”

You shattered under him, body convulsing as your orgasm ripped through you, pulsing around his cock. You sobbed out his name, your legs locking around him as pleasure rolled through you in waves.

“Fuck, Y/N—” Yunho moaned, his hips stuttering as he chased his own release. “I’m gonna—fuck—”

You grabbed his face, kissing him hard as he came inside you, his cock twitching deep within. His hips rolled through it, drawing it out as his breath came in ragged gasps against your mouth.

For a long time, neither of you moved.

Then he gently pulled out, murmuring apologies when you whimpered from the overstimulation. He leaned down to press soft kisses across your chest, your shoulder, your cheeks, and finally your lips.

“You were… incredible,” he breathed, brushing your hair from your damp forehead. “You always are.”

You smiled, dazed and glowing. “That was more than I ever imagined.”

He pulled the blanket over your bodies, tucking you into his side. His fingers idly traced your arm as he whispered, “You were always more than just a friend to me. I just didn’t know how to say it.”

You cuddled into his chest, your heart still fluttering, your body sore in the most satisfying way.

“Maybe you don’t have to say it,” you whispered. “Just… stay tonight.”

He kissed the top of your head, pulling you tighter against him.

It only took a week of dating your boyfriend to know that he had a special relationship with his roommate. The both of them could deny it all they wanted, but you weren’t blind. You didn’t even mind it, either — in fact, it intrigued you. The more the merrier, after all. Now that you had just moved in with them, you expected to see it first hand, but you would come to realize that there was a lot more to the story — and you were a major part of it. 

“All we did was jerk off together, Y/N, it was one time, maybe two…” Mingi explained to you over the sound of running water, as if that even helped his case, handing you the plastic plate he had just washed. 

“Riiight, and I only scissored my bestie once or twice, right after the group orgy,” you replied sarcastically, wiping the dish with a rag and putting it back into your shared cabinet. 

Mingi almost dropped your favorite cat mug into the sink. “Y-you didn’t tell me you were into group sex.” 

You quickly took the mug from his grasp, holding it to your chest. “I was just joking, Min, so that you could see how silly you sound.” You reached up to caress his cheek with your cold hand, making him shiver. “Who cares if you’re attracted to your roommate. You know I don’t mind.” 

Mingi’s eyebrows screwed upwards, looking down at you with wide eyes. “B-but, he’s a dude.” 

“And?” 

He bit into his plump lip. “He’s got a dick.” 

You nodded your head. “Even better.” 

Mingi turned off the sink. “He’s my best friend, Y/N…” 

“I don’t see why that’s a problem, Min. You can’t control who you like.” 

“I-i don’t like him!” your boyfriend protested weakly, his rosy cheeks betraying him. 

You sighed, accepting defeat for now. “Okay, baby, I hear you.” 

Mingi suddenly cornered you against the sink, his hands on each side of the counter. He towered over you. “Why are you so interested in Yunho, huh? Do you want him?”

Now that the tables had turned, it was your turn to blush. “Wh-what?” 

Mingi slowly pressed himself into you, his body warm against yours. He was hard. You could feel it. “You heard me.” He leaned down to whisper, “You want to fuck my roommate, don’t you, baby?” 

Just then, the front door opened, a set of heavy footsteps making their way through the corridor until the very roommate you were speaking of appeared in the kitchen. “It’s raining cats and dogs out there,” Yunho chuckled softly, pulling his heavy black coat off, along with his foggy glasses, before shaking his head like a dog, his dirty blond bangs sticking to his forehead. 

Mingi had positioned you in front of him to conceal his boner, trying his best to look casual with his arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on the top of your head. “I told you to bring an umbrella, dumbass.” 

Yunho dropped his stuff down onto the kitchen counter, tugging at the thin white turtleneck he was wearing, the soaked material rolling up his waist. It had been soaked through, leaving little to the imagination. The both of you gulped audibly from where you stood. “You’re right, like always, Min.” Humming, Yunho used the loose material of his sweatpants to wipe his glasses clean, putting them back on, his gaze softening at the sight of his two favorite people. “Silly me.” 

“You’re going to catch a cold like that,” you whined, trying not to focus on the way his top clung to the ridges of his abs, or how his heavy sweatpants began to fall slightly from his hips. “You should take a shower, Yunho.”  

You weren’t the only one sizing him up, though Mingi wasn’t quite as capable of being subtle, instead biting straight into his lip, his deep-set eyes scanning lower until he could see the prominent outline of the very cock he was just talking about a few minutes ago. “Yeah, Yun. You’re soaked…” 

Yunho’s eyes formed half moons. His roommate and girlfriend were just too cute. He wanted nothing more than to fuck the living daylights out of the both of you, preferably in front of the other. Yunho couldn’t even keep track of the amount of times he’s jerked off to the thought of what you’d both act like when he was turning one of you out. He wondered which one of you would cry from being fucked full of cum, who could throat his cock the best, whose hole was the tightest, the list went on. These days, he’s even gone as far as to steal your panties, or Mingi’s boxers out of the laundry basket, just to wrap them around his dick and jerk himself off inside your shared room when the both of you were at work. And, as soon as he brought the soiled undergarments to his nose and inhaled your pretty scent, he blew his load all over your bed, like clockwork. Then, he almost always slipped in the hallway on the way to throw your blankets into the wash. It was getting bad.

He observed the splotches of water that had soaked into your own top and Mingi’s shirt alike, his lips curling up into a small smirk. “Looks like the both of you are wet too. Maybe we could all use a shower.” 

“M-maybe,” you choked out, worried your cover was blown by how flustered you looked. 

“You can go first though, bro,” Mingi finished for you, just about finishing in his pants from the thought of showering alongside Yunho, with you in between them. 

Yunho simply ran his long fingers through his wet hair, letting out a small sigh. “Your loss.” And with that, he made his way down the dark hallway to the bathroom. 

You didn’t even have to say anything for Mingi to know where your head was at, not when his other one poked into your abdomen when you turned around to face him. “Min…” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Bed, yeah,” Mingi breathed out, lifting you up from the floor and carrying you down the same hallway to your bedroom, the one that just so happened to share a wall with the bathroom. 

-

Beads of water slipped past the edge of Yunho’s tensing jaw, dripping past his contracting abdomen, and collecting inside the palm of his hand, aiding him in the pursuit of getting off, jerking himself off to the sound of Mingi piping you down. He could always tell when his best friend was about to cum; Mingi’s breath would get caught inside his dry throat and his words would start to come out jumbled. You were similar in that aspect, growing breathless, except you would always voice your desperation, that is, until all you could do was whine just before your insides were painted white. Knowing you were coming undone together in such proximity to Yunho made him so dizzy, he had to squeeze around the base of his cock to keep himself from cumming too soon. However, it was far too late, already letting out a sudden groan, leaving a few hefty splatters of cum on himself and the shower wall. 

Seeing white dots around his vision when he blinked, Yunho fought to catch his breath, pressing his cheek to the cool shower wall.

“Haven’t had enough, baby? Bet you need Yunho inside you next. Isn’t that right?” he heard Mingi ask you, finding it hard to swallow. Was he hearing right? 

“Yeah, I need him, Min, please–” you whined from underneath him, your thighs starting to tremble from being so close. 

“Ask him, princess,” Mingi cooed inside your ear, too drunk on lust to truly consider how his actions could backfire, bringing one sweat covered arm to knock his fist into the wall, his hips smacking relentlessly into yours. “He’s right there.” 

Yunho jumped at the sensation of Mingi knocking through the wall, reaching over his body to turn the shower water off, his heart thumping loudly inside his chest. Finally, it was his time.

“Y-Yun, please, come here..!” Yunho heard your muffled plea, and that was all it took for him to burst through your door, a small, useless towel clinging desperately to his hips, gazing at his roommates past the foggy lenses of his glasses. 

“Y-you actually came.” Mingi swallowed hard, his thrusts growing sloppy, about to climb off of you, but staying while when Yunho slowly shook his head in disapproval. 

“I did. Now, you’re going to cum for me,” Yunho told him in a low voice, slowly climbing onto the bed, reaching down to run his fingers along his arm, leaving light, feathered touches over your collarbone next, sending a shiver through the both of you. He licked at his lips. “You’ll let me see, won’t you?” 

Neither you nor your boyfriend needed to have a discussion about the budding development of your relationship with Yunho. It just felt right. You immediately hooked your thighs around his waist, Mingi responding by pounding eagerly into your cunt until the both of you began to cry out. 

Yunho hovered behind Mingi, his wandering fingers closing around his friend’s waist, controlling the rate of Mingi’s strokes until he began to shudder, Yunho’s leaking cock rubbing along the other’s heated skin. He chuckled softly at the sound of Mingi’s whimpers, holding him still. “You’re cumming, aren’t you, Min? Inside your pretty girlfriend?” 

A bit of drool leaking from his lips, Mingi nodded weakly, as though his head was too heavy to lift, letting Yunho push his hips further and locking him in place, coating your pulsing walls with his seed. “F-fuck, I’m filling her up, Yun, it won’t stop…”

Humming in approval, Yunho gently coaxed Mingi to the side to access your body next, grabbing ahold of your nearest thigh and lifting it up and out of the way. “What do we have here? Mmm, no protection, huh?” He observed closely as his roommate’s load began to leak out past your fluttering hole. “I didn’t know your girlfriend liked it raw, Min.” He smiled perversely at Mingi, suddenly lifting your hips up in the air until you were folded in half like a paper doll, blowing a bit of air onto your cunt just to see you squirm. “Do you like having your little used pussy eaten too, baby?” 

“Y-yes, Yuyu,” you gasped, not used to having your ankles near your head like this, your filled hole on full display. It was so embarrassing, being looked at by your boyfriend and his roommate like they were going to eat you alive, but you couldn’t help but want more of their attention. You reached up, spreading yourself open, feeling Yunho’s heavy breaths against your skin. “Hurry, before it all spills out…” 

Groaning, Yunho dipped his tongue in between your slick lips, licking a long stripe up to your swollen clit with his tongue laid flat, languidly gathering up your combined arousal, repeating this action over and over, earning moan after wanton moan from you. Yunho opened his eyes to see how Mingi had positioned himself behind you, sitting on the opposite side of him, Mingi’s ringed fingers groping at your tits. They eventually shared heated eye contact, both growing harder at the mere sight of one another. 

“How does she taste?” Mingi’s voice is gravelly, low, and dripping with lust. “Tell me, Yun.” 

“Like heaven,” Yunho sighs out onto your hot skin, tonguing at your wet hole and pushing the tip inside. It slips out when you tighten up around it, but Yunho doesn’t give up, forcing it back in, much to your approval, flicking it in and out, in and out, until his chin is soaked with your arousal. He couldn’t help but chuckle with delight, licking his lips clean. “Your princess is making a mess.” 

Mingi couldn’t help but run the pad of his thumb over his twitching cock head, spreading the abundant pre-cum along the rest of his length. “Keep going, and she’ll make an even bigger one…”  

Taking that as a challenge, Yunho dove back in, with even more enthusiastic drags of his tongue this time around, aggressively guiding your hips to his favor. 

You tossed your head back, broken moans and expletives falling from your lips. You instinctively reached out, wanting to hold onto something: Yunho’s shaggy hair, your boyfriend, the warm sheets, or something, anything, when Mingi took hold of your wrists and held you still, his fingers slowly moving down to interlace with yours. “Oh my god–fuck, please…!” 

“Yes, that’s it, baby,” Mingi encouraged softly, giving your hands a gentle squeeze or two. “That’s my girl, being so good for us…”

Yunho’s hum vibrated through your lower half, his nose only bumping into your clit one more time, before a spray of arousal hit his moving tongue. It wasn’t until he could hear your juices splatter down onto his bare skin and the bed that his eyes rolled underneath his fluttering eyelids. “Oh my god…” He was so dizzy with lust, he was going to bust at any second, if he wasn’t careful. Just then, he noticed Mingi pulling you up into his arms, your back to his chest. He watched Mingi tilt your head until your lips met, throbbing at the sight of his tongue disappearing into your mouth. 

With Mingi’s arm snaking around your middle, his hand  cupping your sensitive cunt and his tongue down your throat, you opened your eyes to gaze at Yunho’s lips. Wanting to taste yourself, you lazily broke the kiss with Mingi, pulling Yunho closer to you, so close that you could still see drops of your arousal stuck to his glasses. “I taste like heaven, huh?” 

“Mm-hm…” Yunho pressed in closer, sandwiching you in between him and your boyfriend, his hands moving downwards to explore the closest expanse of skin, whether it was yours or Mingi’s. “I’ll show you.” 

Yunho’s tongue slid into your mouth before you had a chance to properly taste his lips, letting you taste your warm arousal instead. Just then, Mingi lifted your hips up and back down onto his stiff cock, not even moving, just wanting to feel the way you stretched open to accommodate him. It felt so good, he couldn’t help but throb, eyes shutting tight from the pleasure, immediately kissing back when your lips were back on his. You turned your head slightly to kiss each of them, your boyfriend and roommate taking turns swallowing each and every moan you let out, that is, until your lips and tongues met in the middle. 

Soon, you pulled away to take a much needed breath, unable to catch it, especially now that you realized the two men didn’t seem to stop like you did, instead tilting their heads in opposite directions to deepen the kiss, drool dripping along their chins. They both gripped your hips from either side, mutually guiding them up and down, just as Mingi began to thrust up into you, Yunho’s cock rubbing along your clit at the same time. Once your cunt squeezed around Mingi’s cock, he knocked his head back, forcing the string of saliva that connected their lips to break apart. “Fuck, baby– princess, you’re squeezing so tight…feels so good…” 

“Is she? I bet she’ll squeeze even harder with me inside,” Yunho panted near your ear, his head spinning, swearing all the blood in his body had traveled to his heavy cock. 

“What are you waiting for? Give it to me,” you gasped out, unable to control the volume of your voice, not when Mingi was slamming into you like a short-circuiting sex machine.

“Give it to her, Yun,” Mingi encouraged raspily, lifting your body up and lowering you back down, feeling your cunt slowly stretch open to fit the both of them inside and swallow them up completely. Once Yunho bucked his hips up, Mingi joined suit, their slick cocks rubbing along one another so quick, they would occasionally slip out, though they simply pushed back in and fucked you harder than before. “Oh, that’s it…oh, god…”

“I’m gonna–nnnngh,” Yunho cut his announcement off with a moan, gritting his teeth tight, pumping what seemed to be an endless load into your already used pussy. “Fuck, it really won’t stop…I’m gonna knock up your girlfriend, Min…” 

Just when you thought you would pass out, Mingi wrapped his arms tight around your middle, his hands laid flat against your stomach, swearing he could feel his roommate’s cock underneath the pads of his fingers. “What’s mine is yours,” Mingi sighed out, pulling out for a moment, just to force himself back in, shooting thick ropes of cum deep into your womb. Panting heavily, your boyfriend’s hands slid down along your abdomen, only having to pinch and rub at your clit for a moment, before you completely unraveled in between their heaving bodies. 

Yunho pulled his glasses off, not able to see past the fogged lenses, tossing them onto the bed. “You really mean that, Min?” he asked, leaning in closer. Not only did he have free rein with his roommate’s pretty little girlfriend, but Mingi seemed to be up for grabs as well. If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up. “Does that include you?” 

Mingi scoffed, his cheeks hot to the touch, hoping Yunho couldn’t feel how hard he just got. “Now, let’s not get carried away.” 

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obviously something must have happened because while you sat on the couch, he could hear not another soul in the apartment.

“oh, baby, what’s going on?” he questions you as he sets his stuff down and comes to sit next to you on the couch. “where’s sannie? and the others?”

the question of where san was seems to be what finally sets you over the edge as tears slowly trickle down your cheeks. you try your best to wipe them away as you stutter a breath.

“him… him and the others went out,” you say softly, not looking at him.

“why didn’t you go with them? you and sannie were suppose to go out today anyways. to that new cafe you were talking about.”

you hesitate for a moment as another wave of sadness washes over you, “san forgot,” is all you say as you look down at your hands, picking away at the dead skin — a bad habit him and the others have been trying to get you to stop doing.

seonghwa takes your hands into his, his fingertips tracing over your palms. “him and the others had made plans for something else.”

“why didn’t you go with them, baby?”

“when i woke up, they were gone,” your voice drops down to a whisper as the tears continue to fall and you refuse to look in his eyes. “hwa… this is the fifth time one of the others have cancelled or forgotten plans with me. do they… do they hate me?”

“what? no of course not baby! we just need to talk to them when they get home,” seonghwa says as he cups your face in order to make your look at him. “that’s all, i’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding,” he adds as he looks into your teary eyes.

“i’m sorry for always crying and being sensitive,” you tell him and seonghwa feels his heart clench as your words.

“no baby, don’t you dare apology to me,” he tells you sternly, “why don’t me and you go to that cafe instead?” he suggests but you shake your head.

“want to stay here with you, mommy,” you say and seonghwa could feel the heat rush to your face.

you calling him mommy was a new thing you were trying out. wooyoung had jokingly called him mommy one day and even if it was a joke… it had stuck with him.

“of course, baby, you and mommy can stay here for the rest of the day if you want,” he tells you before leaning over and capturing your lips with his. “here,” he says as he pulls away from you and sits back on the couch, “come sit on mommy’s lap.”

“can i cockwarm you, mommy? i… i want to feel full right now,” you ask shyly making seonghwa smile softly at you.

“of course, baby,” he tells you and you watch with starry eyes at how he pulls his cock out of his pants and you feel your panties begin to slowly become drenched with your juices. your pussy clenching around nothing in anticipation.

you watch his hand stroke his cock a few times to get hard and you feel your mouth water at the sight of him touching himself in preparation for you. seonghwa looks at you with half-lidded eyes and smiles at how entranced you looked with his cock.

“take your shorts and panties off baby, touch yourself for mommy,” he tells you and you immediately do as he asks. your shorts and panties being taken off in one fellow swoop as you discard them to the floor.

you position yourself back on the couch, legs spread wide open to get a clear view of your pussy which glistened thanks to your juices. seonghwa watches as you tease yourself, one finger tracing around the edges of your hole. a moan escapes your lips as you run two fingers between your folds before playing with your clit.

seonghwa let’s out a groan as he squeezes the head of his cock as he watches you slowly push two fingers into your soaking heat. you let out a small whine, head thrown back as you do so. now it’s seonghwa’s turn to feel entranced as he watches you touch yourself.

he’s impatient and needs his cock in you, now.

“stop, baby,” he says and you remove your fingers with a whine. seonghwa notices your fingers covered in your juices and he gently reaches over to grab your hand. you look at his curiously until he’s putting your fingers in his mouth and sucking on them. his tongue is licking your fingers and he lets out a moan at your taste. if he didn’t want to fuck you so badly right now, he would just make you sit on his face and eat you out until you were trembling.

he releases your fingers with a pop before he’s intertwining his fingers with yours as he pulling you into his lap. you anchor yourself with his shoulder as he lines his cock up with heat before your slowly sinking down on him.

“o-oh fuck! mommy!” you say as you place both hands on his shoulders as you hide your face in his shoulder.

“pussy feels so good, baby, so tight too. do none of us fuck you enough?” he asks with a moan as he feels you clench around you. his hands come down to grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

“m-mommy,” you say with a whine as you feel him thrust upward, his cock hitting your sweet spot in just that one movement.

“mommy’s gonna make his baby feel good,” he tells you.

“wanna cockwarm mommy,” you tell him as you rest your cheek against his shoulder. you want to savor the feeling of feeling full of his cock before he ruins you. you want to bask in his warmth and comfort before you bask in his cum and your orgasm.

“okay, love, keep mommy’s cock warm and afterwards he’ll make sure to ruin you on mommy’s cock,” he says as he whispers in your ear. he feels you clench around him and he lets out a chuckle. “do you like that? like the idea of mommy completely wrecking you and filling you with his cum? breeding you like the precious cumdump you and and leaving you here for the others to come home to and find? you want them to know that while they left you here, you got the fucking of a lifetime?”

“y-yes mommy. please breed me and fill me up,” you beg with a gasp as you start bouncing your hips. his cock moving nicely in and out of you and stretching you out nicely.

the original goal of cockwarming your boyfriend is completely thrown out the window as seonghwa digs his hands back into your hips as he guides you. he sets a fast pace right off the bat as he moves your hips down to meet his own.

“fuck, m-mommy, ah, fuck,” you moan as seonghwa lets out a groan of his own. “i-i’m close, fuck, please let me come,” you beg as you tangle your fingers through his blonde locks and lightly pull on them whenever he hits your sweet spot.

“fuck— gonna breed you my love. gonna f-fill you up nicely and make the others regret leaving you here,” he tells you and you don’t have time to comprehend anything as he’s picking you up and laying you down on the couch. your legs wrap around his waist as his hips set a ruthless pace.

you moan at how hard he’s thrusting into you. his skin meeting yours echos throughout the living room along with the wet sounds of your pussy and you remember at the beginning of the relationship you would feel embarrassed by how wet you get. but after learning it just turns your boyfriends on even more, you’ve come to enjoy the sounds of your wet pussy as it’s being filled with one of your boyfriends’ cocks.

“mommy— hwa— mommy, fuck, i love you, i’m gonna come! please come inside me, please, please, please!” you cry out as you rack your nails down his back.

“gonna ahead baby, come around mommy’s cock,” he tells you as he leans over and kisses you, his tongue pushing into your mouth and running against your own and you can just faintly taste yourself on his tongue.

you do finally come when breaks the kiss and gives you one last peck on the lips. his cocks hits your sweet spot one more time before you’re seeing white spots clouding your vision.

“y/n? hey, sweetheart, you still here?” you open your eyes, you honestly don’t even know when you closed them, and looked to see seonghwa hovering over you. he looked a little concerned, a frown drawn on his lips and eyebrows furrowed. “hey, y/n, you good?” he asks again and you let out a small hum in acknowledgement.

“i’m… i’m fine,” you slur a little bit as you reach up to gently touch your boyfriend’s cheek.

“you scared me for a moment, kind of blacked out on me,” he says before kisses your palm. “i need to get you cleaned up,” he adds as he leans down in order to pick you up.

“noooo hwa, lay here with me,” you tell him before you tug on his shirt to get him to lay with you.

seonghwa couldn’t help the smile that paints his lips, “okay, just for a little bit,” he says as you squishes up next to you on the couch. his arms wrapping around you and he maneuvers you to lay on top of him.

you don’t say anything as you reach between you two, his cock is soft in your hand as you slowly insert it back into your pussy. seonghwa watches you with half-lidded eyes as you let out a small moan before you’re laying back down on his chest. well… you did promise to cockwarm him, better now than never.

“we’re back!” wooyoung’s voice echos throughout the apartment as he announces his and the others return. “y/n— hey! did you two have fun without us!?”

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Under the muted glow of a single lamp in the dimly lit room, Hongjoong leaned in closer to you, his breath warm against your skin. "You have to be quiet, Y/N," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. His hands began to rub soft circles around your fabric tights, a gentle motion that contrasted sharply with the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Shit…” you cursed, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you felt the heat of his palms against your thighs. Hongjoong chuckled softly, amusement dancing in his dark eyes, before he pressed a tender kiss against your lips. In that fleeting moment, the world outside ceased to exist and all that mattered was the two of you. You reached out, craving more of his warmth, but Hongjoong quickly caught your wrists in his grip.

“Mmh, no,” he murmured, the corners of his mouth curving into a playful smirk. “Let me do everything.” With a careful motion, he placed your hands down at your sides, his fingers trailing back between your legs, reigniting the electric tension that hung in the air.

“Let’s be quick before the guys start getting suspicious,” he added with a teasing chuckle against your neck. His voice was laced with a hint of urgency, yet his touch was steady, deliberate. You bit your lip, desperately trying to suppress the moan that threatened to spill from you at the sensation of his cold hands slipping under your shirt, teasing the waistband of your tights. A gasp slipped past your lips as you instinctively covered your mouth with your hand.

In one fluid motion, Hongjoong’s hands ventured beneath your tights, his fingers gliding along the damp fabric of your panties. The wet sounds of your arousal echoed softly in the room, a sweet symphony that made him groan in awe. “Fuck, do you hear how wet you are?” he teased, pulling away just enough to meet your gaze. Your cheeks flushed crimson under his scrutiny, and you felt a rush of boldness as you reached towards him, igniting a hunger in his eyes that he couldn’t ignore.

With a quick nod of approval, you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face into the crook of his neck as he resumed his ministrations, fingers moving with careful precision. When he finally slid two slender fingers inside you, a gasp escaped your lips, muffled against his skin.

“Oh, Joong~” you moaned, desperation lacing your voice. The way your name rolled off his tongue sent tremors through him, igniting a fierce desire deep within. He bit his lip, utterly captivated by your reaction, even as he fought to restrain himself from plunging headfirst into the rising heat of the moment. You tightened around his fingers, coaxing a low growl from him as he quickened his pace, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.

“Come on my fingers, baby,” he encouraged softly, each word laced with a sweet promise. He kissed your forehead as his unoccupied hand cradled your hair, the gentle caress washing over you like a soothing balm, sending waves of ecstasy cascading through your body. You could feel the pressure building within you, a tidal wave of sensations ready to crash as your moans grew louder, spiraling out into the heated air.

“Such a good girl,” Hongjoong whispered, his voice a tantalizing whisper that wrapped around you like a warm embrace. His fingers continued to dance within you, exploring your inner curves, adjusting gently to your every gasp and shudder. Just as the world around you faded into oblivion, he slowly withdrew his fingers, his touch lingering as slick fluids connected you to him, a delicate string of intimacy that left you breathless.

“Look how much you came, baby,” he murmured, a smirk gracing his lips as he lifted his fingers, stained with your essence. Your eyes widened in a mixture of embarrassment and need as he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking each digit clean with deliberate slowness. The sight was lewd, and it sent a fresh wave of heat to your cheeks.

“J-Joong,” you stuttered, your voice barely above a whisper, mortified yet entranced by his audacity. But Hongjoong only chuckled, the sound vibrating through you as he leaned closer.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded softly. Hesitating for only a moment, you obeyed, parting your lips slightly, your tongue instinctively reaching out. He wasted no time, sliding his fingers into your mouth. Your heart raced as you closed your mouth around them, tasting the remnants of your own pleasure, a mix of sweetness and desire.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Hongjoong groaned, his eyes darkening with lust as he watched you. You moaned softly around his fingers, a sound that seemed to ignite a fire within him. The outside world dwindled to insignificance until a sharp knock at Hongjoong’s door shattered the moment.

“Joong! Y/N! Pizza is here!” Wooyoung’s voice rang out from behind the wooden barrier, loud and oblivious to the charged atmosphere within the room. You gasped, instinctively pulling away from Hongjoong.

His chuckle filled the space, mixing with your own flustered expression as he slowly withdrew from you. “Let’s go eat,” he said, extending a hand toward you, the heat of your earlier encounter still lingering in the air like a ghost.

“What about you, Joong?” you asked, sitting up as you stole a glance at his gray sweatpants, where a prominent bulge was barely concealed. “I want to help you too…” The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could filter them, a rush of need from the build-up of tension that still crackled between you.

Hongjoong smirked—a devilish glint in his eye—as he deftly tucked himself away, attempting to hide his evident arousal.

“No, it’s okay, baby. Let’s go eat.” Before you could protest, he pulled you up with him, and together, you exited the room, the remnants of your clandestine rendezvous dancing tantalizingly in the back of your mind.

———

The hours slipped by effortlessly as you sat with the boys, eating and chatting about random things. Laughter filled the air, but underneath it all, a tension still simmered between you and Hongjoong. The memory of your heated session with him earlier played over and over in your mind. Every time your eyes met his, your cheeks would burn, a wave of heat rushing through you that made it impossible to think straight. His teasing smile, the way he’d brush past you with that almost imperceptible touch to your waist—it was all too much. You could feel your body responding to him, a warmth spreading that had nothing to do with the room's temperature.

Trying to push the thoughts aside, you focused on the conversation, but the air between you and Hongjoong felt charged, his presence a constant reminder of everything that had happened earlier. It was impossible to ignore.

Your glanced at your phone, noting the time. It was getting late, and you knew you had to pull yourself together. Finals were coming up, and there was so much homework waiting for you at home. You couldn’t afford to let yourself get distracted any longer.

“I should be heading home,” you said with a smile, standing up from your seat. You tried to sound casual, but even to your own ears, your voice betrayed a touch of reluctance.

Wooyoung pouted beside you, his big eyes looking up in mock surprise. “You’re leaving already?”

You chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I’ve got a ton of work to do.”

The boys exchanged looks, but Hongjoong was the first to stand, walking toward you. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering just a second longer than necessary.

“We’ll see you soon, baby,” he said, his voice low and playful.

A blush spread across your cheeks, and you nodded, still reeling from the kiss. One by one, the boys bid you goodbye—some with kisses to your cheek, others with heartfelt hugs. You felt the warmth of their attention, and yet it was Seonghwa who stood by you last, his presence steady and calm.

“I’ll walk you home,” he said, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

You smiled softly at him. “Okay.”

Seonghwa grabbed a jacket from the back of the couch and slipped on his shoes with deliberate ease before stepping outside with you. The cold air hit you immediately, causing you to shiver instinctively. You brought your hands up to your mouth, blowing on them in an attempt to warm yourself.

Seonghwa noticed the gesture right away and, with a quiet smile, reached out to take your hand. Without a word, he tucked your hand into the pocket of his jacket, shielding it from the chill.

“Let’s go,” he murmured, tilting his head in the direction of your street.

You offered him a soft smile, feeling a warmth spread through you that had little to do with the jacket. You walked together, the night wrapping around you in a comfortable silence. It was the first time you were truly alone with Seonghwa, and yet, it felt surprisingly natural. Still, your heart raced in his presence. There was something about him—the way his charisma blended seamlessly with a quiet, caring nature—that left you feeling both awed and slightly intimidated.

“What are your plans for the week?” you asked, breaking the silence. Your voice was soft, but you couldn’t help the way your words rushed out, desperate for any excuse to keep the conversation flowing.

Seonghwa glanced down at you, his expression warm as he smiled.

“Hm, ATZ is planning an end-of-semester fundraiser. Other than that, we’re just studying for finals like everyone else.”

“Oh, what’s the fundraiser?” you asked, intrigued. Seonghwa’s smile deepened, and he shrugged casually.

“We’re still deciding between a pie fundraiser, a sports tournament, or a car wash.”

“A car wash?!” The words burst out of you before you could stop them, and you immediately clamped your lips together, turning your gaze forward in embarrassment.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at your reaction, amused. “What?”

You hesitated, a flush creeping up your neck. “Nothing…” you mumbled, feeling your face heat up even more.

Seonghwa wasn’t letting it go. He nudged you with his shoulder, his laughter soft and teasing. “Come on, tell me.”

You sighed, but you couldn’t suppress the smirk tugging at your lips. “It’s just… why a car wash?” You lowered your gaze to your feet as you walked, feeling your cheeks grow even warmer. “so many girls will be lined up to watch all you guys soaked, possibly shirtless” You roll your eyes and look at the side of the road.

Seonghwa’s smile only grew wider as he leaned toward you, his voice full of mischief. “What are you talking about, darling?”

You shook your head, “It’s true. That’s how all frat car washes are, right?“

Seonghwa’s low chuckle made your heart flutter. He gently shifted you so you were looking directly at him, his hand coming up to cup your face. His thumb brushed over your cheek, and for a moment, it felt like the world had slowed down.

“Is that so?” he teased, his voice soft and affectionate. Then, with a light laugh, he pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

“Okay, okay. Car wash is off the list”

You smiled, your fingers brushing his as his thumbs continued to caress your cheeks. Seonghwa smiled at you, before kissing your palm and interlocking your hands with his once again. He placed it back inside his pocket. The warmth of his touch lingered, and for the rest of the walk home, you couldn’t help but feel that sense of connection between you and Seonghwa growing stronger with every step. Upon arriving to the front of your apartment you shift towards him looking up at him.

"Hwa, you never told me..."

He glanced over at you, raising an eyebrow. "About what?"

You bit your lip, looking down at your feet for a moment. "When did you start liking me?"

Seonghwa's gaze softened, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he shifted his stance, clearly amused. "Y/N," he began, drawing out the sound of your name with a certain fondness. "Do you remember the first time we met?"

Your brows furrowed in thought. You hadn’t really thought about *that* moment in a long time. "Well… I guess my first frat party, my freshman year?" you said, tilting your head in recollection. "That was the first time I really saw any of you guys."

Seonghwa shook his head, a grin tugging at his lips. "No, I mean... do you remember when you and I first *spoke* to each other?"

You paused, your mind struggling to dig through the haze of college memories. After a few seconds, you blinked and shook your head. "We’ve… never really spoken to each other, Hwa. I mean, maybe just a little bit at the pie fundraiser a few years ago?" you suggested, half-questioning.

Seonghwa scoffed and laughed. "Wahhh... never mind." He turned as if to walk away, but his teasing tone didn’t go unnoticed. You felt a jolt of panic.

"Wait, what do you mean by 'never mind'?" you asked, your eyes were wide with concern. You could feel your heartbeat quicken, the anxiety rising within you. "What are you not telling me?"

Seonghwa chuckled again, shaking his head as if amused by your sudden panic. "Nothing, nothing," he teased, taking a step forward and gently pulling you along inside the building. "Forget about it."

You huffed, whining as you caught up with him. "Hwa~! Am I missing something?" you asked, reaching up to rub your forehead, as if that would help you pull the memory from the depths of your mind.

You both enter the elevator and his expression softens as he looked down at you. "Y/N," he called your name again, making sure he had your full attention. "Do you remember that frat party ENH hosted about two years ago? The one on Halloween?"

You paused, thinking hard. A flood of images crossed your mind—flashes of costumes, loud music, and maybe a little too much alcohol. But you couldn’t remember anything significant between you and him. "Oh, yeah, I remember the party. But… we didn’t really talk, did we?"

Seonghwa’s laugh was light and easy, but there was something almost playful in it. "Actually, we did."

You blinked, confusion furrowing your brow. "We did?" you repeated, not remembering a single conversation with him that night. "I don’t—"

Seonghwa raised a hand, as if to stop you mid-thought. "I ran into you when I got there. The guys had already been at the party for a while, but I came a little late. I was heading to the house, and I saw you sitting on the curb, all alone. You were clearly drunk, struggling to stay upright."

You stood still, the image of that night starting to come back—faintly, like a forgotten dream.

“you looked like you were about to fall over. So I asked if you were okay." Seonghwa continued.

You winced, your face flushing as you tried to recall anything from that moment, but all you could remember was an overwhelming feeling of being too drunk. Everything felt like a blur.

"That’s when it happened," Seonghwa continued with a smirk. "You threw up… all over yourself, and then—" He laughed again, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "—all over my shoes."

Your face turned a deeper shade of red, and you could barely look him in the eye. "Oh my god. I—" you stammered, unable to fully process the embarrassment. "I threw up… on you?"

He nodded, still laughing at your horrified expression. "Yeah. And after that, I had to carry you to the nearest bathroom to clean you up. You were so out of it, Y/N. But the whole time, you were chatting with me about your favorite songs, your costume, my costume, and you kept asking me what my name was over and over."

Your hand flew up to cover your face as you let out a groan, mortified beyond belief. "Oh my god, whyyyy?" you whined, half-laughing, half-crying at the ridiculousness of it all. "I’m so sorry. I must’ve been so difficult to deal with."

Seonghwa’s chuckle softened, and he reached out to gently pull your hands away from your face. His smile was warm, comforting. "No, no," he reassured you. "It was cute. It was fun. Besides, it was two years ago, you don’t need to apologize."

To be honest, you faintly remember that night, but you assumed the person helping you was Jia. Seonghwa was the last person you would’ve thought it.

Seonghwa ruffled your hair playfully, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "I wasn't surprised you didn't remember. But I was definitely taken by you that night, Y/N. Seriously infatuated."

You blinked up at him, heart fluttering at his words. "So, you liked me… then?"

He gave a small nod, his smile sheepish yet genuine.

You tilted your head at him, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "Why didn’t you say anything afterwards?"

Seonghwa shrugged, a small chuckle escaping him. "As confident as I might seem, when it comes to someone I like, I get nervous. Really nervous."

Your heart fluttered at his words. For two years, he'd kept that secret from you, and now here he was, admitting it all. "I wish you'd said something sooner," you said, your voice quieter now, almost wistful.

Seonghwa glanced at you, his smile playful yet tender. "Well, maybe it's better this way," he said softly. "At least we got here eventually."

You smiled at him, "Yeah," you murmured. "We all did".

———

After Seonghwa had safely dropped you off at your apartment and watched you disappear inside, He chuckled to himself, shaking his head, as he headed back to the ATZ house.

The house was quiet when Seonghwa arrived, the front door creaking as he stepped inside. He kicked off his shoes and let out a sigh of relief. The warmth of the heater immediately enveloped him, washing away the last remnants of the cold night. He loosened his jacket and ran a hand through his hair, still grinning at the thoughts of you.

"Ah, you’re home," came a voice from the hallway.

Seonghwa looked up and saw San leaning against the doorframe,

"Yeah," Seonghwa said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just got back."

San pushed himself off the doorframe and started walking toward the living room. "I need to tell you guys something," he said casually.

"Alright." Seonghwa followed San into the living room, where the rest of the boys were lounging on the couches, each with their own scattered drink or phone in hand. As Seonghwa settled down next to Hongjoong, he caught the glances the others exchanged, sensing that whatever San had to say was important. Everyone was paying attention now.

San stood before them, his posture straight and serious. The shift in his demeanor didn’t go unnoticed, and the boys sat up a little straighter. Seonghwa’s instincts told him this wasn’t going to be a casual conversation.

"Everything okay?" Seonghwa asked, his voice steady but tinged with concern.

San glanced at him briefly, then looked out over the group. "Yeah. It’s about Y/N," he began, and the room fell silent. Every eye turned to him, waiting for the next words to spill from his lips. "She wanted me to tell you guys something."

The boys stiffened, the casual atmosphere of the room suddenly gone. San’s expression was unreadable, his usual playful demeanor replaced with a kind of quiet resolve.

"What did she want to tell us?" Mingi asked, leaning forward, the first to break the silence.

San exhaled slowly, the words coming out carefully. "She told Jia about our relationship."