lana’s library

Warnings: daddy kink, cum as lube, implied consent, belly bulge, size kink, dirty talk, unprotected piv sex, double creampie, cum inflation, breeding kink but just the cum part

Mingyu loves to take care of you. 

It’s a fact you know well, one you’re reminded of every day in a plethora of ways. Your car is always full of gas and your oil changes are always up to date. You never go hungry, he’s ready at any time to cook for you or buy you whatever food you want. He even washes your hair for you, helps you put on lotion, and picks out your pajamas. 

So when you say, “Thank you, daddy,” for the first time, you mean it. 

He’s cleaning you up after sex when you let it slip out, and as soon as the words leave your lips, he’s pushing your legs apart and slotting himself in between them, one hand on his suddenly rock hard cock and the other on your cheek. 

“Say it again, baby.”

He sounds ragged, like it’s something he’s always wanted but long ago gave up on, and he looks like his life hangs on getting to hear you say-

“Thank you, daddy,” you whisper as he leans in, barely getting the last syllable out before he’s kissing you breathless and pushing inside of you. There’s still a lot of cum from before and it eases the way, eases the bit of soreness you feel from the first round, but combined with his dick, it almost makes you feel more full than you can take. 

You’ll take it for him though, for Mingyu, because you love him more than anything. And when he grits out, “Again, call me that again,” you listen. 

“Daddy, you feel so good,” you whine, bringing your hands up to wrap around his neck as your legs twine around his waist, his cock carving a path inside you that’s just for him. 

He fucks in and out of you, much of his usual finesse absent with how desperate he is to take you, to claim you, to make you his. You do your best to open up for him, holding on for dear life as he fills you again and again, his dick throbbing and jerking within your walls in overstimulation. 

His body feels so big on top of you and his cock feels so big inside of you that all the thoughts in your brain are traded for one word, a word you moan out continuously as he pounds into you. Every utterance makes him swear and fuck you harder, his dick reaching the end of you with each thrust. 

You glance down at the space between you and see a slight bulge in your lower belly, one that grows when he fills you and shrinks when he leaves. You need Mingyu to feel it, your hand covering his to tug it from your cheek and pull it down to cover that spot, your breath stalling in your chest as you wait for his reaction. 

“Fuck, is that my dick?” He groans brokenly. “Daddy’s so big inside you, huh? Am I too big for you, baby?” 

“No, never,” you cry insistently. “I love how big you are, daddy.”

“Of course you do, baby. Gotta be all big and strong so I can protect you and, fuck, take care of you, give you everything you need.”

And he does, he does protect you and take care of you and give you everything you need, and suddenly you feel so loved, your aching heart almost can’t take it. 

“Love you so much, daddy,” your voice is sodden with tears, your arms tightening around his neck until he’s nose to nose with you, until he can whisper his, “I love you, baby,” right into your mouth. 

As soon as the words leave him, you break. Light floods your vision and your hearing gets muffled, your pussy undulating wildly around his cock, pulling him over the edge with you. His moans vibrate against your lips and his hips buck against yours, his dick jumping inside of you as his cum paints your fluttering walls. 

There was already enough inside of you to slosh with his thrusts and now, your stomach is distended with it, leaving you feeling swollen and heavy. You were tired before but you really can’t move this time, your brain foggy and your body sticky as you try to come back to yourself. 

Blissfully, you realize you don’t have to, because you’ve got a big, strong daddy to do the moving for you. 

Just as soon as he finds the will to move himself. 

Even though neither of you are virgins, it’s obvious Mingyu has experience over both of you. And not only from the way he’s touching you, two thick fingers sinking into your wetness over and over as he talks Soobin through what he’s doing.

He’s already made you feel more at ease, reassuring you that you don’t have to worry, and that your boyfriend’s dick seeming way too big for you to take is a fixable problem. In fact, it doesn’t have to be a problem at all. 

You still have your doubts. Even two of his fingers feels like a lot, loosening up your walls every time he slips them back in with an embarrassingly wet squelch. So, maybe you were enjoying being handled by the both of them at the same time more than you could’ve imagined. 

“Curling back…” Mingyu says, repeating what he already explained with his fingers outside of you but now they’re blissfully tugging inside of you, making you moan, head pressing back into the bed against your will. 

“Right, yeah,” Soobin says with a nod from where he’s watching, cuddled up to one of your thighs. 

“Gentle, nothing too crazy. Just listening to her…” He pauses as you let out a shaky sigh, hips jerking slightly into his movements. “Seeing what she likes then doing more of that.”

As much as you want to watch, want to see your boyfriend’s eyes glued to your cunt as his friend finger-fucks you, your body is failing you, eyelids constantly squeezing shut, leaving you to just listen and feel. 

“So, you’re really aiming up, huh?”

“Mhm. And pulling back,” Mingyu confirms, slowing his movements to exaggerate the angle then using just his fingertips to press over and over against that good spot, making you whimper and wiggle a little at the intensity of the sensation. “She seems to really like this angle.”

“Feel good, baby?” you hear Soobin ask, able to imagine the sweet look on his face, and you breathe out a soft ‘yes’.

“I can already feel how much more relaxed she is now.” Mingyu starts to push his fingers all the way in again, returning to the perfect thrusts that make you arch. “But not enough yet.”

Suddenly, his warm mouth is attaching to your clit, using just a light suction as he encloses his lips around you, wetting the area even more. 

“Oh, fuck–” You let out a gasp, feeling yourself clench around him at the sudden increase in pleasure, and reach to grab onto Soobin’s hand, intertwining your fingers. 

“Mmm, you taste so good,” Mingyu coos low in his throat before continuing. 

It only takes a second of him starting to swirl his thick tongue over you while working his fingers steadily for you to start to relax again with a hot sigh, your body welcoming him fully as he starts to nudge you towards his goal. 

You’re getting there. So quickly actually – from the way he’s moving and the way they’re intermittently talking, praises for you between the teachings for Soobin – that it’s disorienting and borderline maddening when he pulls away from you, leaving your clit swollen and aching for more attention. 

“Aww, don’t worry,” he says softly, almost patronizing, upon hearing your quiet whine. “We’re taking care of you, pretty girl.”

They continue talking – Mingyu giving further instruction on what he’s changing up as he goes a little harder – but it’s hard to listen when his thumb starts to rub slick circles over your clit, making you twitch a little. 

“Mmm– I– yes, please,” you whimper into the ether.

“You look so hot, baby,” Soobin says, pulling your attention a bit when he speaks right to you.

“Yeah?” you ask, meek and breathy, eager to hear that he’s enjoying this whole situation as much as you are.

“Yeah, it’s sexy watching you take his fingers so well.” He sounds so cute, a bit surprised by his own words. 

“It feels so good, Bin.”

“Being such a good girl for us,” Mingyu groans before bringing his mouth back to you again, tongue lapping at your clit enthusiastically while his fingers jerk inside of you more vigourously. 

“Oh my god…Right there…” you moan, chest rising and falling with each shaky breath. 

Mingyu hums his enjoyment too, face buried in your pussy.

“Is he doing a good job?”

“Yes, fuck. Please–” you beg, unable to stop the desperate noises dropping from your lips. 

That’s when he lifts up, slowing his motions, to say: “I’m gonna add another one.”

“Yeah?” Soobin asks innocently.

“Mhm, she can take it,” the older confirms, letting his other big hand wrap run soothingly over your lower tummy, applying a slight pressure.

Soobin presses a kiss to your thigh, keeping you spread for Mingyu when you instinctively go to close up.

“You’re going to tell us if anything is too much, right?” Mingyu looks up at you to ask. 

Right away, you’re nodding. “Uh-huh.” It’s not too much. In fact, you’re finding yourself craving a bit more after all this build-up. 

“But it’s not, is it?” he says knowingly, a smirk clear in his voice, just as he dips three fingers into your entrance.

“No,” you say but it’s more of a moaned exhale, eyes falling shut again as your body arches towards the feeling, needing him to push inside. “Please.”

“Oh, fuck, baby,” Soobin mumbles under his breath, moving his hand to teasingly pinch and twist your nipple.

Mingyu quickly returns to laving around your clit with his tongue and you’re not able to stop the way you are squeezing around his fingers, so thick inside you, brought to the brink of ecstasy every time he pushes all the way in, even the additional stretch of his knuckles working for you. 

“Fuck, pleeease,” you whine, more desperate. He needs to go faster or something because you’re going to lose your mind. You just need to come so bad.  

As if reading your mind, he picks up his pace, chuckling a little against your pussy when you cry out. 

You grip onto Soobin’s forearm, hoping he takes it as encouragement, the extra stimulation from him tugging on your nipple just adding to your downfall. 

Pressing wet kisses along the inside of your knee, whispers: “Are you close, baby?”

Your breaths are quickening, enough of an answer for your boyfriend who has made you come a fair number of times like this himself. 

“It’s ok. You can come for hyung.”

You’re thankful for his words because what Mingyu’s doing right now, the way his lips are suctioning around your clit over and over again, it feels so fucking good, you can barely stand it. 

“Mh– I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, oh my fucking god–” you get out only a second before it happens, the rush taking over as you buck in his grasp, so much so that he uses his other arm to help hold your hips in place as Soobin continues to shower you with soft praises, pinching your nipple a little harder.

You curse a few more times and Mingyu finally slows, only coming to a stop when you let your wobbly legs drop out to the sides. 

“Mmm, squeezing me so good,” Mingyu says, still admiring the way your hole is wrapped around his fingers as he places another few open-mouth kisses to your clit. 

“Holy shit,” you whisper, totally collapsed against the bed, feeling like your heart is beating in your cunt, a steady rhythm around his fingers as the blood courses through you. 

He slides his fingers out slowly, gently brushing over your entrance and clit, spreading around all your wetness, letting you feel just how much you’ve soaked his hand. 

Soobin runs a warm palm over your inner thigh, the other now cupping your breast soothingly. “What now, hyung?”

You tiredly lift your head to look at the two of them, watching as Mingyu smirks. 

“Now, it’s your turn.”

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Two orgasms down, the second even wetter and shakier than the first thanks to Soobin being an excellent student, Mingyu apparently felt confident that you were ready. 

“You still doing ok, pretty girl?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you say dreamily, lifting up on your elbows to watch as Mingyu comes to sit by your side and Soobin starts to undo his pants, letting out a groan of relief when he finally lets his incredibly hard cock spring free after neglecting it so long. 

You’ve seen him fully hard a few times, like when you tried to give him a blowjob – to the best of your abilities considering you couldn’t fit all that much of him into your mouth. But still, your breath catches slightly looking at how long and thick he is. It’s so pretty and veiny and you really like it; you’re just really hoping Mingyu’s confidence in your ability to take it is not misplaced.

“Stop worrying,” Mingyu teases with a chuckle, laying on his side next to you and letting his big hand trail up your thigh until his fingers are grazing lightly over your clit again. It does effectively distract you at least, honing your attention back to your sensitive core. 

“I’m– I’m not,” you say as best you can, not wanting to worry Soobin any more than he already was.

Your boyfriend towers over you as he climbs onto the bed between your legs, sliding his palms over your thighs before catching himself on the mattress to be able to lean down and press a warm heart-melting kiss to your lips. “Tell me the second it hurts and I’ll stop,” he says against your lips, kissing you again when you agree. 

“You’re not going to hurt her,” Mingyu says softly, still so confident. “This is going to help,” he says, clearly referring to the way he now had a fingertip circling your clit, making your brows purse together in satisfaction. 

“Mhm,” you hum in understanding, letting your hands over your boyfriend’s arms, up over the rounds of his shoulders, to settle on his pretty neck.

He looks right into you, big pretty brown eyes rounded with concern and anticipation all at once. 

“I’m not worried,” you tell him right away, full of conviction, because you honestly genuinely do want him to fuck you so bad, want to see the look on his face when he pushes into you for the first time, want the addicting stretch of his three fingers but with even more. 

“I’m gonna make sure it feels good,” he says back in a whisper before leaning down to press a kiss to your chest, your hands following to keep your gentle hold on him, carding through his dark strands. 

“I know you will, baby,” you say back through a smile. He’s just so adorable; you’re so fucking crazy about him. “Want you to fill me up.”

He lifts as he sucks in a breath, wincing a little and biting his lip at your words. “Maybe... Maybe you shouldn't say things like that.”

You can’t help the way it makes you grin. “Oh. No?” you ask, feigning innocent ignorance. 

He smiles too, looking down at what he’s doing as he shuffles closer, parting your legs a bit further. “If you don’t want this to be… very anticlimactic.”

“You’re so cute,” you sigh, resting your head comfortably and trying to relax fully as you feel his tip brush over your entrance, Mingyu still rolling slowly over your clit. You’re so ridiculously wet, such a mess from the previous activities, that at least lubrication is not a concern.

“I’m not trying to be cute right now,” Soobin says, almost a pout, which doesn’t really help. Even still, he presses at your entrance and you’re gasping quietly, completely forgetting how cute or not-cute he’s being in favour of focusing on his huge cock separating your folds – and the way he’s already reacting to feeling you despite trying to control it. 

“Just go slow,” Mingyu guides, still watching Soobin's actions as he leans down to press a kiss to your shoulder.

His thick cockhead dips in just a bit, and Soobin’s seemingly holding his breath as he looks up momentarily to check your expression.

Your lips are parted, jaw falling wider open with each centimetre he pushes farther in, because – wow – it’s a fucking stretch, but you’re so turned on and sensitive that all you can register is how hot it is, your gorgeous boyfriend finally splitting you open.

He’s really filling you up, your walls hugging him so tightly and he’s not even halfway in. But the fact that it’s more pleasure than pain is somehow turning you on more, the two mingling together to push your limits, but fuck, you’re doing it. And you like it. 

It must be obvious because he seems genuinely less nervous, watching you with hooded eyes as he tries to push in so slowly. 

“O-oh, fu-uck, baby,” you breathe, barely able to get it out, gripping tightly to his shoulders and feeling so clearly the way your body is reacting, pulsing around him.

He looks like he’s about to explode or something, face scrunching up as he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. When you let out a needy moan, he lets himself breathe. “Oh my god, you feel so good. Does it feel ok? Is it ok?”

You nod eagerly, eyes squeezing shut as he pushes deeper.

“You’re doing so good, Y/N,” Mingyu chimes in in that soothing voice that keeps making you shiver, never halting his steady swirling of your bud that helps to bolster the euphoria. “Taking it so well.”

Soobin lifts up to watch as he slides in a bit more, feeling so hard and heavy inside of you, but he doesn’t push you all the way, letting his hands rest on your hips. “It’s really ok?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, meeting his eyes as you wet your lips. “Baby, you feel so fucking good.”

“I can’t believe you’re taking it so well, holy shit. You’re so hot,” he says, trailing his eyes down to where you’re joined, admiring the way your pussy stretches wide to accommodate him. “Can I… can I move?”

“Yeah, try,” you whisper encouragingly, feeling a chill run over you when he starts to pull back out a bit. The drag is so good, everything so tight that it feels like he’s hitting everywhere at once. 

“Aw, fuck. … Oh, baby, you’re so perfect,” he starts rambling, pulling out so he’s just hovering in an inch before sinking all the way back in, his stomach visibly tightening as your walls massage his cock.

The slide is perfect, like scratching an itch inside of you that has you crying out for him, a hand gripping tight to his forearm. “Fuck, it’s so much.”

“Should I stop?” he asks right away, round eyes finding yours again. 

“No, please don’t.” You tilt your hips slightly on instinct and even that has him groaning, slipping into you the next time with a touch more urgency.

“Damn,” Mingyu commends. “I think you were made to take a big cock, sweetheart. Making it look easy.”

His words have you tightening more, the praise shooting straight through you to your clit that he’s continuing to work. 

“Shit, baby, you feel so good, I– I don’t know how long I can last,” your boyfriend moans, breathy and slightly strained as he falls forward a bit, catching himself with a hand by your shoulder, but his hips don’t stop, the tip of his cock reaching deep in your tummy.

Where Soobin is all concern and blissful overwhelm, hair falling messily over his eyes, Mingyu is chuckling quietly once again. “I think she can take a little more, Soobin-ah.”

He whimpers, so needy, but he’s trying to hold it back, hold it together. 

“Yes, please,” you breathe, head pushing back into the pillow as you reach out, squeezing Soobin’s toned bicep with one hand and tangling the other in Mingyu’s hair, tugging it unwittingly. “Baby, I can take more. I-I want it. Please. Give it to me–”

"Oh, fuck–"

“Such a pretty little slut for him, huh?” Mingyu teases and then he’s leaning down, crowding you in stimulation by capturing your nipple in his mouth and beginning to suck.

At the same time, Soobin picks up his pace, moans getting pitchier as he thrusts his length into your dripping folds with a bit more force. 

It has you seeing stars, the good having long overtaken any discomfort from the beginning now that your cunt is welcoming every solid inch of him. 

“Baby, I’m sorry, I… I’m gonna come too fast but–” he pauses to catch his breath, hips hitting against the backs of your thighs. “If you want, hyung can fuck you after until you come?”

A/N: umm so yeah, in summary: i need a big boy i need a big boy i need a big boyyyyyyyy. thank you for coming to my ted talk 🙃🙃 i love youuuuu

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Mingyu ran from a lot of things. He ran from his ex fiancée when she cheated, he ran from new opportunities out of fear of losing what he already had, ran from a cop once as a teenager for streaking near the old folk’s home. Running wasn’t exactly something he’s fond of but, more often than not it’s what his heart tells him to do.

As stated, the last time he ran away was when his fiancée was found in the bed he paid for with her co-worker. That’s when his need to run came in the most handy, having no qualms with giving her the apartment and everything in it. His job allowed him to leave without much of a financial hit, her’s wouldn’t. 

The ring he bought stayed on her finger for some reason, the home he made became one she shared with any man that wasn’t him. It’s okay though, because to him, she can have it. He’s much more comfortable starting over than she would be. So, that’s what he does. 

He has money, he has a good job, and now he has a lovely house of his own on a quaint little street on the other side of town. Far far away from her. 

Starting over is equally as exhausting as it is exciting but, Mingyu keeps his chin up throughout the process. Making an empty house his new home, working his job as if his entire intimate life didn’t just fall apart, and of course, preparing himself to mingle with the new neighbors. 

A month after moving, Mingyu had made platter after platter of food for neighbors as his greeting in an attempt to make friends. Many accepted and returned his dishes washed and unscratched. All are friendly to him but, the majority of people in this neighborhood are middle aged and a bit out of his league. There is one pair of neighbors who appear more around his age though, and interested in actual friendship with him. The pair who brought his dishes back full of their own offer of a decent dinner for him to eat on his own time. 

Despite the majority of people living on this street being polite and fond of him as a newcomer, this specific couple appears to be the only ones without an entire family. Just like Mingyu. No children, free time to go out on the weekends, no minivans or babysitters coming every day during working hours. Naturally, he internally clings to the idea of them being his new friends, because his old group of friends consisted of his ex fiancée and her tight-knit group of pompous women and their boy toys. 

Seungcheol is the husband’s name, and briefly he met you alongside him a few times. He assumes you must have your own interests to cater to, because each time he finds himself on his own front porch with Seungcheol talking and joking around, you rarely come with him. Save for the one or two times you did stay to hang out for a couple of hours.

After a few months, he’s managed to sprout friendship with the man next door who has a pretty wife with a ring on her finger. Mingyu tries not to internalize that he was supposed to be living the way Seungcheol is. Maybe he’s a bit jealous of the happiness in Seungcheol’s eyes when he talks about you, or maybe it makes him feel like he either wasn’t good enough as a partner, or his ex simply just didn’t love him anymore. 

Still, even with the slight jealousy, Mingyu is comfortable around him. He’s never clicked with another man so quickly in terms of friendship, at least not without several shots of hard liquor to get himself comfortable. It’s definitely different with his neighbor. 

The guy is open, kind, and occasionally pretty funny. He comes over a few nights a week with the claim of “man-time”. It’s been at least fifteen times since he officially met Seungcheol and comfort comes alongside him when he sits on this porch and they fuck around about menial things. Hanging out with him is arguably like a breath of fresh air. 

Seungcheol though, he takes note of a lot of things that Mingyu doesn’t quite seem to notice himself. One, any time he mentions his wife, Mingyu’s eyes falter a bit. Two, he is clearly a single man and Seungcheol can’t quite grasp why that is because he’s a handsome dude, with a level personality. Three, there are slight self-deprecating jokes coming from Mingyu at least five times an hour and it’s starting to make him wonder. At first it can be funny, but after a while it kind of stops being a joke. 

So, here they are, joking and having a nice conversation on Mingyu’s porch. It’s a Friday night and Seungcheol assumes they’re close enough by this point to really talk. You’re in the back of his mind, making offers, smirking about the new neighbor, laying down the interest flat out after merely meeting with him a few times. If Mingyu really is a single man, and if he’s as open minded as he seems, perhaps laying down some hints and an invite can help him out of this clear slump that he tries to pretend he’s not in. 

“What about you? Do you have someone in your life?” Seungcheol asks after a solid twenty minutes of gushing about you. Internally knowing what he says about you is true, but also trying to sell the idea of how wonderful and sexy you are. He leans back as he studies Mingyu, noting the way he stiffens at the question. 

Again, it’s clear that Mingyu is a single man with the way he’s always in this house alone before and after work. On the weekends, he’s sitting on his porch waiting for Seungcheol to come join him. Sometimes there’s a doubt though, because looking at him, anyone would believe he is taken. He is down to earth, funny, kind, handsome as hell. Maybe he does see people and Seungcheol just never catches it. 

“Ah, no,” Mingyu avoids eye contact, trying to laugh it off as he confirms Seungcheol’s suspicions. He wants to talk about what happened though. He hasn’t been able to talk about it, and honestly, Seungcheol seems like a trusted friend at this point. “I was with someone for six years, asked her to marry me, and then we broke it off. That’s why I’m here now.”

“Oh yeah? Starting over, huh?” Seungcheol nods politely at him, figuring something like this may have happened. “Can I ask what happened?”

Mingyu shrugs nonchalantly, looking at Seungcheol with a carefree face and a smile.

“She wasn’t the most faithful, you know how it goes with those sorts of things, I guess.” 

Seungcheol studies his face a bit more, seeing straight through that carefree attitude and noting the immense amount of hurt Mingyu must feel. 

“I don’t, actually.” Seungcheol starts, watching Mingyu’s brow rise in confusion. 

“Oh, that’s lucky.” He responds with a defeated shrug, almost wanting to roll his eyes. “You might be the first man I’ve ever met who hasn’t dealt with infidelity at some point. Even just as a teenager.”

“On the contrary,” Seungcheol says with a smirk, leaning towards Mingyu as if he has a secret to tell. “We fuck other people all the time.”

Mingyu stares at him as he processes those words. Unsure of it that means they both are cheating out of spite, or if they’re about to divorce or something. 

“Sometimes in the same bed.” 

Oh. 

“At the same time.”

Seungcheol dead pan stares at Mingyu, searching for a reaction to his words. There have been many times where he and his wife invite someone to their bedroom, and many more times where the person ended up so freaked out that they ghosted the entire situation. Perhaps out of fear that Seungcheol doesn’t know what he’s doing with his wife. Many people can’t seem to fathom that possessiveness, jealousy, and competition aren’t part of the deal. 

You married Seungcheol and he married you long after the two of you started doing this. The trial period was over before it even started. He loved watching you be pleasured, and you loved the way he looked at you as it happened. Of course, not all of the sex involves other people, but it never hurts the marriage when a third shows up. 

“Oh–” Mingyu swallows around his dry throat, mind running in several directions at once. He’s not sure how to respond to that information. “That’s cool, I guess.”

Seungcheol stays silent, smirking a bit at the way Mingyu, so huge and broad, stutters to find the words to say. It’s not like he straight up invited him, not yet at least. 

“I couldn’t imagine doing that, considering I just left my fiancée for fucking someone else.” 

Seungcheol nods both understandingly and apologetically. People do tend to mix up the two. Is it cheating when he watches another man or woman fuck you? To some people, yeah but, monogamy is natural for many people. 

“I assume she didn’t tell you that she would be fucking someone else.” Seungcheol shrugs, leaning back again. “I can imagine that even if she did tell you, you’d not have allowed it, right?”

Mingyu nods. 

“It puts my stomach in knots to think of someone I love wanting to be with someone else.” 

“That’s fair,” Seungcheol starts, glancing away and thinking of how to word what he wants to say. “What if someone else wanted you to fuck the person they love?”

Mingyu freezes again, unsure of if he’s thinking too hard about that question, or not enough. 

“I’m sorry, what?” He asks defensively, looking his neighbor dead in the eye. 

“I’m not saying you have to take up this offer but, I mean, you’re a single guy. I’m a married guy, with a wife who is incredibly curious about you.” 

Mingyu continues to process the words, still overthinking it. 

“Is this a joke?” He asks in a quieter voice, whispering as if the entire neighborhood can hear them. 

“Are you attracted to her?” Seungcheol continues to press, wondering what it’ll take to get a simple yes or no out of him. He notes the way Mingyu’s ear goes red, and can’t tell if it’s because of the offer or because he’s afraid to call another man’s wife attractive.

“Here, let me rephrase,” He starts over, leaning forward again. “My wife thinks you’re, in her own words, ‘beautiful.’ She asks about you every time I come home from hanging out here, and she’s starting to get persistent.”

Mingyu, still at a loss for words, slowly nods. 

“She’s pretty, yeah.” He says, now leaning himself toward Seungcheol and raising a brow in curiosity. 

“As a single man, are you looking for love or are you looking for fun?” Seungcheol continues, prying answers out of him and smiling at the way it seems he was right in believing there is interest here.

“I just got out of a six year relationship, I’m not trying to do all of that again,” Mingyu shakes his head in disappointment. “Not for now, at least.”

“So, do you want to fuck my wife?”

Silence. 

Seungcheol pinches the bridge of his nose momentarily, seemingly frustrated.

“Look, does it help to know that I want to watch you fuck my wife?”

Louder silence. 

“Okay, you clearly need some time to think. Just, if you’re ever interested let me know. I can open the blinds if you want, like a sample or something.”

Seungcheol can see the way his eyes glisten at that offer through his silence. The wavering interest igniting right then and there. Ah, a voyeur, what a perfect addition to this neighborhood of dry vanilla cake. It’s not strange at all to see a monogamous man watching his footing in this situation, but the offer to watch is an entirely different thing from an offer to join right off the bat. Especially since there needs to be boundaries set if he decides he does want to fuck you.

For instance, when did he last get tested? Considering he got duped by his ex, that’s important. Does he like it raw? Does he know the ass belongs to Seungcheol? Etcetera. 

“Can you say something? I’m starting to feel like I’m making you uncomfortable.”

“Ah, sorry. It’s just–” Mingyu leans back with a sigh of relief at the general questioning being over and done with. “Yeah, I need to think about it.”

“Don’t think too hard,” Seungcheol laughs. “It’s getting late so, if you need me I’ll be fucking my wife.”

Mingyu watches him stand on his feet and follows the action. Feeling both closer to him and also in a rut of wondering if their entire friendship will rely on whether he wants to fuck his wife or not. Should he like, hug him goodbye or something?

He stands awkwardly as Seungcheol studies him even more. 

“Just think about it, really. She loves being watched too, if you don’t want to be involved directly.” 

God, he can feel how red his ears and face have become, surely Seungcheol knows by now that the interest outweighs the concerns. And as Seungcheol turns to head down the steps, he calls out to him. 

“Let’s say I’m interested but unsure of how to go about it, what then?”

Seungcheol turns to him and smiles, taking a few steps closer so that he doesn’t have to yell out to him. 

“It’s sex. If you know how to fuck, you fuck.“

“And if I’m not entirely ready to throw myself into your marital bed?” 

“Just let me know, like I said, opening the curtains isn’t the most insane sexual practice.”

Mingyu being the person looking through those curtains though…is it really not as insane as he’s thinking it is?

~

“So…?” You ask as soon as Seungcheol comes through the door, clinging to him with doe-eyes and a smile. 

“He seems interested but,” Your husband slides off his shoes and heads straight for the couch to lay against it in a huff. “I don’t know. Just found out his ex cheated on him after like six years, I think the whole idea spooked him.”

“Ah, damn.” You look to the floor, and then make your way onto the couch with him. “What did you say?”

“I asked him if he wanted to fuck you.”

You narrow your eyes at him before rolling them with a frustrated sigh. 

“Why would you ask him straight up like that? I cannot believe you pride yourself in being the talker of our sex life. It’s no wonder we have trouble finding people to join.”

Seungcheol looks at you with a fond smirk.

“Would you feel better if I told you that he admitted to thinking you’re pretty?”

You smile, warming up next to your husband and feeling entirely safe here. 

“What about if I told you that right before I came back home, he said he was interested and just didn’t know how to go about it?” 

A bigger smile forms on your face as you look up at him, devious eyes glistening in the warm lighting of your living room. 

“I offered that he can just watch instead. If he takes up that offer, it won't be long before he’s banging on our front door ready to show us a good time.”

You reach up to brush some of his fringe out of his face before releasing a dreamy sigh. 

“He’s so big. Like, even from here I can tell he must be packing. I hope you’re right.” You say as Seungcheol rolls his eyes, knowing damn well that Mingyu is your type and you’re probably never gonna shut up about him.  “Can’t believe someone cheated on that.” 

“Alright, alright.” He playfully complains, shoving you back against the couch and practically smothering you with his form as he flops down on you. “He hasn’t accepted yet, save those compliments for if he joins. He seems pretty shy, probably likes to be doted on.”

“Ooh, shy?”

“Oh yeah, for sure. He was actually stuttering when I made the offer, I don’t think he noticed how red his face got.”

You chuckle at the mental image of Mingyu being shy. You only had to meet him a few times to grow interest in him, but on first glance you’d think he would be the dominant type. It’s a welcome change that your husband thinks he’s the opposite.

“Do you think If I joined you next time, he might be more inclined to pull it out or something?”

“Absolutely not. I can imagine he wouldn’t even come out of his house if he saw you on his porch after what I said to him.”

“God, he’s cute.”

Seungcheol nods against you in agreement, finally pulling his weight from you and standing on his feet. 

“Yeah, it’ll be fun to see where this leads. Now if you’ll just follow me to the bedroom, I also told him I’d be fucking you tonight so I’d like to make good on my promise.” 

Fortunately for you, Seungcheol never makes a promise that he can’t keep.

~

For days Mingyu contemplates the things his neighbor said. Over the short time he’s known him, he clicked into friendship so easily and felt like he could trust him. Apparently, Seungcheol felt the same way because spilling all of those intimate details right there during a regular hang out was a bit out of the blue. Then again, he can’t imagine a married man would simply offer for anyone to fuck his wife, so the pros definitely outweigh the cons of this situation.

If it was a joke, he thinks he would know by now. All he’s gotten from Seungcheol since then is pleasant conversation as if the offer was never made to begin with. Which somehow makes it worse because he wants to talk about it. He wants more clarity. 

God, since then, he’s had nothing but intrusive thoughts of fantasies he’s never considered before. He’s so horny out of his mind on a daily basis thinking about it, especially now that he doesn’t have his ex fiancée around. Porn has never been so loved by him until now. Even when he was a teenager, he never jerked off this much just to calm his thoughts. 

The various types of porn he’s viewed within the past five days is insane. The post-nut guilt hit him pretty hard at first, sending him into both a sex crazed and sex starved stupor but, the interest only heightened from there as he would eventually start searching up porn related to the exact thing he’s been offered. 

On the sixth night of contemplation, he peeks through his blinds at the house next door and notes the silence. He knows some wild things must happen in that bedroom and he wants to know what it is. Naturally, he starts searching up some keywords without really knowing what any of it entails. 

He watches cuckold video after cuckold video, feeling his opinions of fucking another man’s wife validated by the amount of people who seem to love it the way he wants to. Then, exhibitionism comes into play. He watches at least ten videos involving said kink, his cock growing so pathetically hard at the fact that this could be a reality if he wants. Then, voyeurism.

Good lord, that’s him. All of these videos, at least in the ten more he watches, he can easily put himself in the shoes of watching. Which only makes it more arousing when he lands on a video that is clearly scripted, but entirely too similar to what his kind neighbors offered. 

There, a man watches through his window, palming himself as a woman gets absolutely railed against her own window. The camera pans to and from both ends of the scenario, for five minutes he watches the woman get fucked from the man’s window view, and then for another five minutes, he watches the man pleasure himself from her view. 

He watches intently, weeping cock twitching each time he closes his eyes and realizes that if he wanted it, that could be him. He could be the stranger in his window watching his neighbors get eachother off, except Mingyu isn’t a stranger. 

He doesn’t even need to watch the video to imagine now. Thousands upon thousands of videos comfort him in the idea that yeah, maybe involving himself in a marriage that isn’t his own is okay. Seungcheol is a handsome guy, and pretty beefed up himself. Then there’s you, such a pretty fucking woman, walking around like you don’t like to get fucked by multiple people as your husband watches.

Goddamn, if there’s any couple he’d want to be involved with, it would be you and your husband. 

Okay, maybe he’s interested and maybe that interest plays out the next day. Or rather, the next evening. Another Friday night, when Seungcheol usually comes over to hang out except this time Mingyu doesn’t respond to his texts until much later. Out of both nervousness and his own mind games hyping himself up. 

If he’s gonna watch, he doesn’t want Seungcheol to see him a mere hour or two before it happens, at least. 

Now though, ten at night, he hyped up his cock the same way he hyped up his mentality. When he’s horny, it’s much easier for him to work up the courage to lay down his own hints, to show his own interest, and to play along with things he’s never delved into. 

Mingyu: Hey um 

Seungcheol: here I was thinking you were ignoring me or something

Mingyu: can i ask about something?

Hell yeah he can. 

Seungcheol: oh? you finally warmed up to the idea? 

Mingyu: i’m just curious. 

Seungcheol peeps out his own window to see Mingyu’s blinds very quickly close.

Seungcheol: why’d you back away from the window? 

Mingyu: i don’t know, i feel like a weirdo

Seungcheol: i invited you to watch me fuck my wife, Mingyu. 

No response.

There’s a few moments of silence on Seungcheol’s end as he turns to you and flicks his head to the window. 

“I’m ninety percent sure he wants me to fuck you in front of that window right now.” 

“Oh?” You perk up in interest, hopping up from the bed and running over to the window beside your husband and peeking out. “Open them up then. If he watches, he watches.”

Seungcheol nods, looking down at the silence of his text messages and smirking. You’re right, if Mingyu wants to watch, he will. 

And so, as you go make yourself up in the bathroom for a good first impression, Seungcheol is quick to work himself up now too. Given, the two of you were about to call it a night and simply sleep since the day was quite exhausting, this is a welcome change of events. After all, Seungcheol knows how you act when you’re both horny and exhausted. He’s sure Mingyu will love it if he works up the courage to just look.

After a few minutes more of silence from Mingyu’s message box, you make your way back into the room and stare at the window. 

“Is his bedroom lined up with ours?” You ask, quirking a brow. 

“I assume so, yeah.” Seungcheol shrugs, still palming against himself lazily to get ready to put on a show.

“Oh, this could be really fun.” You say, now moving toward the window and pulling at the curtains to move them completely from Mingyu’s presumed view. 

Seungcheol follows suit, raising the blinds so fast that the sound is almost laughable.

“Should I go ahead and take off my clothes, or?” You ask now, noting the way Mingyu’s blinds are still very much closed. 

“Put this on, tie it loosely and let it fall open for him.” Seungcheol smiles, handing you the silk robe you only ever wear when a third is joining you. 

“Oooh, perfect. Let him pine for it.” You laugh with a wiggle of your brows, stepping away from the window to completely undress and put on the robe. 

Seungcheol finally texts Mingyu again when you get yourself situated, right there in the view of his dark and silent home. 

Seungcheol: blinds are open, feel free to watch.

Thank god Mingyu has read receipts on, because right as Seungcheol goes to lock his phone and play with you, he notes that it’s been read and instantly glues himself against your back. 

“He read the messages, keep your eyes at his window, see if he watches.” Seungcheol whispers before snaking an arm around you and slipping it under your robe to instantly rub against your clit. 

You do exactly as he says, gluing your eyes to the window directly across from you as you slightly spread your legs and grip the windowsill. Seungcheol is good at this, always great with putting on a show too. You know for a fact that even if Mingyu doesn’t watch, you’re going to be seeing stars whenever your husband deems it appropriate. 

“You think he’s gonna do it?” You ask curiously, trying not to immediately lose yourself to the feeling of his fingers against your clit, or the hand he’s currently slipping through your robe to grope and squeeze your tits. 

“We can only hope, until then, just enjoy it.” Seungcheol smiles against your neck, kissing the back of it before resting his chin on your shoulder, trying to work you up to where you start to slowly lose your sanity like you always do. 

It works out perfectly for him, knowing that whether Mingyu watches or not, he’s going to make damn sure you’re taken care of. His fingers expertly slide up and down the delicate folds of your arousal, and his other hand pinches and rolls your nipple to the point that it’s swollen and sensitive. His kisses against your neck become peppered and gentle as he feels your legs start to shake a bit each time his fingers reach your clit again. 

You try to turn your head to look at him, but he laughs again. 

“No, keep your eyes on the window.” He says in a raspy whisper, pressing his barely clothed cock against your ass. Thankfully, he’s adjusted himself to where just the tip pokes out of his boxers and feeling the coolness of the silk robe offer a delicate sensation, it satiates his needs for now. “Feels good even like this, right?” He asks, sliding his fingers down to tease with your hole. 

You nod against him, breathing in deeply and turning to jelly against him. You love and hate the way he makes your body react. It’s hard to keep your eyes on that window across from you when you’re being offered sheer arousal right behind you. 

“Mm, you always get so wet when you know someone might be watching.” Your husband compliments you, dipping his fingers in before sliding them out again and running them up to swirl around your clit with more pressure than before. “God, you’re really soaking my fingers already babe, he doesn’t know what he’s missing out on–”

You let out a small moan, frustrated that you want Seungcheol to be right. If only Mingyu would take the two of you up on the offer. If only he would actually glimpse even for a moment. You clench at the idea of those blinds opening, grinding harshly against Seungcheol’s hand with a desperate sort of sound. 

Right then, you see movement next door. Seungcheol can tell with the way your pussy grips his fingers tightly when he slides them back into you, and you let out a genuine and desperate moan. He flicks his eyes up, now noting the movement himself. 

The way you writhe your body at the mere confirmation that Mingyu is watching is insanely erotic to your husband. Whether it’s out of curiosity or if it’s out of arousal, it doesn't matter. He loves the way you get so turned on so fast, and with this being the situation, he’s not surprised that you seem more desperate than usual. Plus, the fact that those blinds stay parted shows that Mingyu likes what he’s seeing, and you couldn’t be more aroused by the thought of what he must be doing behind the veil of his own window-blinds. 

Seungcheol chuckles gently in your ear as you continue to lose your mind on his fingers, he can tell that now you’re moving to turn both him and Mingyu on, rather than just him like moments ago. You grind more, you whine more, you get increasingly more wet. 

And as you stare forward to the little space in Mingyu’s window where his eyes sit, you grow more and more frustrated with the way he doesn’t open the blinds up. You want to see him too, you need to see how he likes to touch himself. 

Seungcheol can tell through your frustrated moans that you need more, and like the doting husband he is, he offers a solution fairly quickly. 

“What’s wrong?” He coos, fucking his fingers in again at an angle, deepening them inside of you and holding your waist in place. “He’s not giving you what you want, is he?”

You nod brokenly, finally tearing your eyes from the window and shooting a pleading look to your husband, rolling your eyes back only slightly when his fingertips bump the soft and sensitive spot inside of you. 

“Use my phone, text him.” Seungcheol smiles, holding your waist in place tighter so he can fuck his fingers in at a harsher pace. You tremble in his grasp, unsure if you can even process the idea of texting right now. “Tell him to let you see him.”

You nod, smiling through the sensitivity of your g-spot being repeatedly assaulted, clearly on purpose, surely to have you going fucking feral. Reaching for the phone, your hands are trembling as you unlock it and read over the messages from before with Mingyu. His curiosity is hopefully strong enough to actually stick around for the next however long, because god, you want him to see you fall apart. 

Seungcheol: open your blinds, let me see

Mingyu watches you text as your body jerks with each hidden movement of Seungcheol’s hand under that robe, and when his phone goes off he almost panics. Almost. He drops his length and grabs his phone in one hand while using the other to keep the split of his blinds open enough to keep watching. Fighting the feeling of appearing like a damn stalker, despite his hips rubbing his achingly hard cock against the trim of the window. 

The way Seungcheol stares from behind you, the way you smirk through faces of pleasure at what he’s doing to you, at what he must be saying to you. Mingyu has never felt so fucking aroused watching someone have what he wants. The way you skew your head to listen to what your husband is saying, the way his hands move to places he can’t see. Arguably, you look like the most fuckable person on this planet at the moment and it’s incredibly difficult to not want to fuck something, anything, right now.

Mingyu knows he’s done for if he so much as grips his own cock by now. So quickly the thought of doing this made his pathetic cock weep against his briefs, and now, seeing it happen in real time just across the yard. Yeah, he could come within seconds if he doesn’t try to control it. Upon reading your text though, he finds himself following precise directions and opens the blinds for you to reveal himself. 

His face flushes seeing you in full without the blinds cutting off his peripheral vision. It kind of hits him differently realizing he’s in his own quiet bedroom fucking himself to the image of you propped up against the window for him. It’s embarrassing and he feels entirely pathetic when you look at him like this. Both so far away and so close at the same time. His senses are heightened tenfold the moment he sees you react. 

An accidental moan splills from his lips, the sound breaking the heavy silence of his home and echoing through the walls as if to tell whatever ghosts that live here that he definitely wants to fuck around with the married couple next door. Your attraction to him only heightens the confidence he holds within himself.

You, on the other hand, can feel your arousal drip out of you and onto your husband’s hand at seeing Mingyu coming into full view. Your hand grips at your husband’s, clumsily allowing yourself to feel the sheer force of how his fingers are plunging into you just at the right moment. You roll your head back briefly, basking in the pleasure of being fucked and watched.

“Don’t look away babe,” Seungcheol says, flicking his eyes to Mingyu. “He’s so hard.”

You weakly lift your head again, opening your darkened eyes and looking directly at the man through the window. His hair is a mess, fanning across his forehead, and he’s shirtless, revealing the abs you only assumed he had at first glance. His cock is heavy against his dark gray briefs, stretching the fabric out enough to tell you that, yeah, he is packing. 

You make eye contact with him, staring straight into his eyes as you press your ass back and against Seungcheol, who readily accepts the movement and presses his cock directly against you with a soft sigh of his own. 

“Already?” He whispers to you with an amused chuckle, stilling his fingers and dropping his other hand to toy at the tie of your robe, hopefully so it falls open naturally at a quicker pace now that you appear to be losing it. 

“Right now.” You respond in a desperate voice, hiking one leg up against the table off to the side and feeling your robe instantly fall open. 

Your eyes devour the image of Mingyu’s mouth falling open in what you can only assume is a moan at your naked body being revealed to him. Instantly, you shoot your hand to your chest and start toying with one of your nipples for him. Shooting a hungry gaze straight across the way and making obvious suggestions at him through it. 

Seungcheol from behind you is seemingly in his own little world when he shoves his boxers down and arches your back with his palm so that your ass lifts for him, instantly you can feel his cock between your legs. He takes a step back, pulling you with him and removing your leg from the table to position you in a way that if Mingyu looks hard enough, he can see the way his cock will slide beautifully between your thighs. 

“Not yet babe, let’s play first.” Seungcheol soothes you through the disappointed sigh of your leg being pulled down. You were so ready to start fucking immediately, but of course he wants to make a good first impression. “Hold your legs together.”

You listen perfectly, feeling Seungcheol’s cock slide easily between your thighs. 

“God, fuck–” He moans, feeling the wetness of you drip down onto his length as you squeeze your thighs together as tightly as possible. “He would go insane over you.”

“He already is,” You chuckle weakly, staring at the way Mingyu’s hand snakes under his briefs and tugs against himself. “I want to see it so bad.” 

“Mm, yeah, I bet you do.” Seungcheol responds mindlessly, loving the feeling your thighs offer to his desperate length. “Tell him then.”

Right then, Mingyu can see a mischievous little smile form across your lips as he struggles already not to release against his perfectly cleaned window. The way Seungcheol manhandles you is one thing, with his big hands gripping onto your flesh just to pound his cock between your legs– fuck. But, the way both of you stare straight at him is another. Mingyu might be obsessed with the way the two of you touch each other intentionally to get all three of you off. So badly does he want to be right there in the room, hearing you in his ear, watching Seungcheol kiss across your skin and massage your pretty sensitive pussy. One that he hasn’t entirely even gotten to see yet. 

Then, he jumps as his phone rings. 

From your end, you watch as he jumps out of surprise, glances at his phone, then back at you, shaking his head with a wince as he grips his cock again. 

“He’s not going to pick up.” You comment as the tightened squeeze of your thighs loosen up with disappointment. 

Seungcheol is instantly smiling, letting his cock fall from its place of stimulation and is pulling you back, back, back. Offering a full view of him falling back on the bed, with you falling with him. 

“Show him your pussy.” Seungcheol says, reaching around you to open your thighs as if you’re a grand prize for this little sex game of trying to seduce a broken hearted man.

Seungcheol knows he has an entire list of positions he could do to get Mingyu just as desperate as you get. Usually, presenting his wife’s pussy at another man is enough to have them making decisions they previously doubted. He hopes Mingyu reacts the same, because if he’s being totally honest with himself, saying no to you when you’re spread out like this is a fucking sin.

You stare at Mingyu when your husband spreads your legs, pussy pulsing around nothing more than the stare being directed at it. And there, sitting on Seungcheol’s hips with your back facing him, you easily hold your legs open and slide your fingers down to circle your clit. 

You stay like that for a moment, squinting to see Mingyu’s reaction and noting the way his hand fucks faster under the fabric of his briefs. You want him to go harder, so hard that he needs to take that last remaining bit of clothing off of him so that you can see. Thankfully, Seungcheol’s cock lies right below where your ass is sitting , and it’s easy to grasp it and hold it up against your folds. You grid against it gently before swirling your clit along the length of him, still staring at Mingyu with a smile. As if to tell him, “this could be you.”

The way Mingyu’s hand moves faster is one thing, the way he looks more unashamed now compared to when you first saw him in that window is another. The way his arms flex as he keeps his cock hidden beneath those briefs, jerking himself off desperately as if you can’t tell he’s struggling not to moan loud enough for you to hear even from here, it’s too fucking erotic. 

Never have you and your husband had a neighbor to play with like this. Typically, you’re being watched in the same room, this is something entirely different. This is insanely arousing and you can feel your pussy clench each time you’re reminded of how fucking sweet this deal could be.

“Play with yourself,” Seungcheol continues to instruct through a half-moan, feeling the way you rub his length against you as a form of masturbation. “I’ll call him again.” 

This time, you note how the phone rings once before Mingyu is fumbling to answer. You see the way his hand stills to put his focus on saying “hello?” as if he doesn’t know it’s you and your husband. As if the people calling him aren’t watching him fuck himself. 

Seungcheol starts immediately though, his words driving you insane enough to know Mingyu would have to react in a way that sends him over edge too.

“You wouldn’t believe how wet she is,” Your husband boasts without greeting him back, putting the phone on speaker and lying it next to the two of you. “I bet you would love to bury your tongue in her right now, wouldn’t you?”

Mingyu nearly stutters as he hears the words, staring at the way you hold Seungcheol’s cock right where you want it to grind against. It’s so much to be able to see and hear what’s happening, and it’s like something in his head clicks. He’s so fucking turned on that he feels like he’s going insane, so he puts his normal, level-minded self to rest. No room for embarrassment when his cock is already aching for the couple who seem to want him just as bad. 

“Fuck, yeah,” Mingyu sighs out, lying his own phone down against the window sill and fucking his hips forward into his hand. His briefs now stretched out to the point that they truly are more of an issue than anything else right now. “I would, god, how wet?”

You moan at how desperate his voice sounds, now pressing your clit directly against the head of Seungcheol’s cock and deliberately making yourself moan from pleasure. When he flashes his cock to you though, fuck. Just barely he lowers his briefs, palm teasing himself in such a harsh way. He looks so pretty over there, all alone, watching someone else get to play with you like some kind of pervert. 

“That’s it,” You say, knowing he can hear you. “Let me see you.” 

Mingyu does, shoving his briefs down entirely now, allowing you to imprint the image of how thick and heavy his length is in your brain permanently. 

“I can already imagine how good it would feel to have you stretching me out,” You half-groan, now inching your husband’s cock straight to your hole and preparing to fuck the daylights out of him. “I knew you’d have a cock just as pretty as you.”

Seungcheol chuckles from behind you, entirely aroused by the way you talk to another man, a more shy man. He can tell how desperate you are by now too, especially with the way you toy with his cock as if you picked it up from a store shelf and it’s not attached to him. He loves it. And when he sits up, wrapping his arms around you to also see Mingyu, he smiles. 

Fucking both of you are totally gone. Even from here he can tell Mingyu is losing his mind over you. Thankfully, you deserve nothing less and Seungcheol couldn’t be happier to play off of the way you both seem to want each other terribly. 

“See this?” He says, snaking his hand around you to move his cock and spreading your pussy lips.”Can you not see how wet she is?”

Both of you can hear Mingyu’s muffled groan before you see it, his head falling forward against the window as he stares down at his hand and the way he fucks it. You’re entirely satisfied, because you know what he’s thinking. You can see how badly he wants it, and your husband does nothing but remind him of it. 

“Do you want me to fuck him?” You finally ask, pushing your own agenda and raising up on your knees to situate yourself right above Seungcheol’s length, where he takes over and holds it in place for you. 

Mingyu’s eyes shoot back to the two of you and he nods before breathing out a small “Yeah…”

He doesn’t seem like much of a talker, but it could still be stage fright. Even if he isn’t the one on the damn stage. You can imagine he would get better at this if he accepts the invite of your open blinds on more than one occasion. 

Seungcheol chuckles again at him, the breathy tone of his voice is quite obvious to him. Mingyu is holding out, he doesn’t want to come too soon and end the fun.

“You heard him babe, ride me.” 

Instantly, you’re sinking down and feeling the harsh stretch of Seungcheol’s cock pulsing inside of you. Your drawn out moan rings in Mingyu’s mind as he watches the slow descent. Only now noting how big Seungcheol’s length is, and seeing how well you take it. He twitches in his palm, eyes nearly rolling back to escape the overwhelming arousal that floods his thoughts. 

Mingyu isn’t sure if either of you are aware, but he can hear how wet you are through the phone. When you slide down and start bouncing your ass, all while staring forward at him, he can hear it pour out of you. The slapping of your ass landing against Seungcheol is a beautiful sound, and he does his best not to moan through it and muffle those sounds out. 

He stares straight back at you, thinking hard enough at how he fucks the circle his fingers create. He’s losing his breath when he fucks his fist in time with the way you bounce, tuning into your face and imagining that he’s the one you’re riding. No offense to Seungcheol, it’s nearly like he doesn’t exist right now considering he’s almost entirely hidden by you. 

That doesn’t last too long though, because Seungcheol makes himself well known through his breathy words. Dirty talking in a way that somehow, Mingyu still finds himself shocked by it. The words turn him on, he can only imagine how you feel about. 

“Fuck, babe, you’re so tight. I bet you’d love to be spread out for both of us,” Seungcheol says at first, gripping your thighs and basking in the way you squeeze his length each time Mingyu does something to turn you on. “Don’t you think he would love to feel how you drip from this?”

Mingyu feels so shameless, and for some reason it feels okay. Your husband is dirty talking to you about him and it’s insanely sexy when he hears it. Already stuttering his hips in his palm, especially when he notes that Seungcheol moves his hands to your pussy and spreads it open again for him. Offering him the perfect view of his length sliding in and out of you. 

“Would love to see how this pussy gets filled up, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Unsure of if Seungcheol is talking to you or to him at this point, Mingyu answers without thinking. 

“Fuck, fuck. Yeah–” Mingyu says with a cut-off groan, holding the base of his cock so tight he feels like he can’t breathe. He can’t release yet, he has to keep going. 

You moan loudly at his breathed out answer, nodding your head frantically at the confirmation, answering for yourself shortly after. 

“You’d make me come so fast, Gyu, I know you’d know how to fuck me,” You start, not realizing the shortened version of the name you’d called out.

And then he moans brokenly through the phone which instantly has you leaning yourself back, and lying against Seungcheol’s chest. He falls back with you, holding you and once again and moving his fingers to your clit, his cock still pounding in at the perfect pace. 

“Fuck, she’s there–” Seungcheol grits out, feeling your orgasm wash over you and grip his cock insanely tightly. “Goddamn, feels so good babe, that’s right.”

Mingyu, watching and listening, instantly releases the grip on the base of his cock, staring straight at the way Seungcheol stuffs his length inside of you. The nickname you called him echoes in his head, and then he stutters out a broken sob as he feels his own orgasm wash over him, and just like him, you’re also listening. 

He must hold his breath when he’s close, or maybe he’s just way more shy than he appears to be, considering what he’s doing right now, but you don’t mind as you ride your own high. Ears popping shortly after when Seungcheol continues to chase his own pleasure within your dripping heat. 

Strangely enough, even Seungcheol is shocked at how fast he comes from this. Releasing a mere two seconds after you relaxed around him. You can feel him pulse inside of you as you lie against him, pussy still on full display, cum dripping out of you in a beautiful scene for Mingyu’s eyes to devour.

And devour, they do. Mingyu just stares, head spinning as he ignores the spurts of cum hitting his window and dripping down onto his carpet. His hand is also drenched in his own heat and he makes no attempt to move afterwards. Arguably, he’s still aroused by the image of the way your husband fills you up with his own seed, and the way you’re so full of his cock that it dribbles out and onto your thighs. 

God, he wants to lick you so bad. Even now, fully spent and his sober-mind coming back to him, he wants to taste you. 

“Mingyu,” Seungcheol calls out, breaking the silence with an out of breath voice. “You still watching?”

There’s another moment of paused silence.

“Yes– I am.” 

Seungcheol smiles, nuzzling his face against you and your neck as you continue to lean against him out of breath. Slowly, he pulls out of you, once again spreading you open for Mingyu to see, allowing the rest of his cum to drip out of you. 

“Take a good look, because this pussy went fucking insane over you.” 

Mingyu does look. He has been looking. Honestly, it’s almost embarrassing at the way his cock twitches with interest again, so fucking fast after having already been emptied. 

“I’ll be coming over tomorrow to discuss this.” Seungcheol adds nonchalantly, easily going from filth-talk to casual-talk. “Get some rest.” 

“Goodnight, Pretty boy,” You call out with a dazed smile, finally moving yourself off of Seungcheol and adjusting your robe back onto your shoulders. 

And right before Seungcheol hangs up the phone, both of you smile at each other at the way Mingyu lets out, in the tiniest voice for such a big man, a gentle little “Goodnight.” 

~

By morning, Mingyu nearly forgot Seungcheol said he was coming over. It wasn’t until the afternoon when he managed to get the image of you getting off out of his mind that he remembered there’s supposed to be a discussion about it. 

Embarrassment hits him harder than it ever has, thinking about what he was doing for both of you to see. It wasn’t just a show for him, he put one on for the two of you as well. 

When he makes his way back into his bedroom, he tries to ignore the fact that your blinds are still open, and there’s no one in the room. He pauses briefly, once again trapped in the on-going loop of what he saw happening on that very bed just the night before. 

It feels like he’s doomed when Seungcheol comes over. He could just not answer the door but it doesn’t change the fact that he lives right next door and he already came all over his window before your very eyes. Before Seungcheol’s very eyes. He’s already crossed the boundary into someone else’s marriage and despite loving the idea of it, it’s scary. It’s not something he’s ever considered doing before meeting the two of you, and now, he’s kind of just confused as to how all of this works. 

Like, it almost seems too sweet of a deal. You’re a beautiful couple, who is he to be able to watch what you do with your husband? What’s the catch? 

Well, he comes to find out that there isn’t much of a catch at all. Seungcheol shows up with a warm smile and a gift of wine. It felt welcoming but, insanely awkward with the way it’s the first time Mingyu has ever been offered a hug by him.

They hug. Seungcheol fucking hugs him to say hello with that expensive ass bottle of wine as if to say “nice cock, my wife loved it.” 

Seungcheol does pick up on the awkwardness though, stepping through Mingyu’s door and inviting himself in. After all, it’s only appropriate at this point. He keeps his smile though, loving the way you woke up in a good mood all thanks to Mingyu letting his curiosity get the best of him. 

“Don’t be like that,” Seungcheol says, glancing around the house and nodding in approval that it doesn’t appear to be entirely barren. He kind of expected the house to not feel like a home, because that’s usually what single men do. “You can back out anytime you want.”

Mingyu, somehow, feels eased by those words. His heart thumps against his chest at the thought of never doing it again though. Which is kind of weird to him. 

“Sorry, I just don’t really know how to act around you after that.”

Seungcheol offers him a warm smile again, seeing himself to the kitchen and opening the drawers. 

“We can talk about that,” He waves him off, still rummaging through a kitchen that isn’t his own. “You got a corkscrew?” 

Mingyu nods, trying to make his huge frame seem as small as possible by tip-toeing past his neighbor with the huge cock and opening one of the only drawers he didn’t get to. He pulls out the corkscrew and hands it to him, making no attempt to look into his eyes even for a second. 

“Oh my god, loosen up.” Seungcheol rolls his eyes, shoving Mingyu by the shoulder playfully and heading back to the bottle of wine.

Mingyu feels slightly comforted by the fact that maybe he can loosen up with a bit of wine in his system, but getting to that point feels like it’s going to be hell. He’s never felt so embarrassed. 

“Sorry,” He responds in a small voice, grabbing two random cups and following Seungcheol. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to expect out of this whole thing, like,” 

Seungcheol cuts him off with a wave of his hand.

“That’s why I’m here to talk to you about it. Clearly this isn’t something you’ve done before, it’s not like we didn’t want you to get off or anything. You’ll come to learn that we enjoy this kind of thing.”

He pauses as he opens the bottle, shifting it to the side now to grab two cups and look at Mingyu. 

“If you end up not enjoying it, there’s always someone else we can find to take up the offer.”

Mingyu very nearly panics, hoping it doesn’t show plainly on his face as he takes over pouring the wine. Seungcheol picks up on people so easily, watching Mingyu shake his head slightly at the words and pour a suspiciously nervous amount of wine into both cups. 

“That’s the thing though,” Mingyu says, popping the cork back into the bottle and already taking a swig of his wine. “I did enjoy it.”

Seungcheol raises his brow, nodding his head in encouragement and grabbing his own cup before following Mingyu to his living room.

“Good, I’m glad you had fun. Let’s talk about it then.”

Mingyu knows it’s inevitable, and hopefully within the next hour, he won’t feel so cautious in talking about it.

~

“You know, usually I wouldn’t let her come so fast,” Seungcheol shrugs, standing to grab the bottle of wine and bring it into the living room. “I tend to try and get a few out of her but she just wasn’t going to let me. Did you see the way she grabbed it and sat on me? I couldn’t have stopped her even if I wanted to.” 

The way Seungcheol talks loudly and comfortably about it is kind of soothing. Given, this is probably why they’re opting to hang out inside of the house rather than outside. This is a private matter, an intimate one, even. 

“She slept like a rock afterwards, and is now insisting we keep the blinds open at all times to view at your discretion.” 

Mingyu stutters a bit, scooting his cup towards Seungcheol and hoping he pours another generous amount into his cup. Already, since he doesn’t drink too often these days, he can feel the buzz and comfort settles within him as Seungcheol seemingly dotes on him. 

“What I’m trying to say is, our blinds are permanently open unless you’d rather not do this. Alternatively, the door is open too, but,” Seungcheol pauses so he can sip his drink. “You’re going to need to get tested first if you want that thing anywhere near my wife.”

Mingyu shifts slightly, squeezing his legs together uncomfortably as his wine bubbles in his belly. 

“I’ve already been tested. My ex cheated on me with god knows how many people, you think that wasn’t the first thing I did?”

“Smart man,” Seungcheol claps him on the shoulder, now leaning in a bit too close for comfort if Mingyu were still in his embarrassed mind-state. “We get that you’re shy about all of this, but I’ve gotta tell you, her pussy really did grip every single time you moaned.”

Mingyu’s eyes start to shine at the compliment, for some reason feeling like he’s on top of the world hearing that. 

“Felt like I was being strangled, honestly.” Seungcheol laughs before going quiet. “So, what do you think?”

Mingyu pauses, staring at his cup and then at his neighbor. 

“I, um–” He sighs out of frustration, wondering why he can’t articulate a damn sentence with confidence. “I liked watching, I guess. Not sure if I’m ready to just…”

“Come fuck my wife?” Seungcheol says playfully before immediately gripping Mingyu’s shoulder and laughing fondly at him. “Take your time. Like I said, the blinds are open and we have a pretty active sex life. I can imagine you’re going to wonder how I’m not milked dry yet.”

He already wonders that.

“But I do want to say, if you decide to actually come over and show her a good time, there are rules to that.” 

Mingyu quirks a brow, unsure of if his mind is running in a way that will let him take down mental notes. 

“First of all, she’s protected so as long as you can provide proof of your test you can come in her all you want, she likes that but, you’re not touching her ass.”

Mingyu nods, shrugging nonchalantly and surprised he even responded that way. 

“She likes it rough but she doesn’t know you enough yet. Don’t slap my wife, don’t grab her neck with the intention of choking her, and don’t call her any type of degrading name. Not yet, at least.”

Wow, his brain is actually taking down the mental notes perfectly. Even with these rules, he’s not entirely into hitting the person he wants to be inside of, not unless they ask anyway. 

“That’s it. Those are the rules.” Seungcheol says with a shrug, taking another drink and tapping his foot on the floor. “What about you? For possible future endeavors, what’re your terms?”

There’s a long pause. Mingyu is totally unprepared to make rules for a situation he’s never even been involved with before, but he does his best. 

“Well,” He breathes out, blowing a strand of his fringe up from his forehead in a huff. “I don’t know. Don’t put anything in my ass?”

“That’s no fun,” Seungcheol deadpans, then nods. “But fair, okay. What else?” 

Mingyu continues to let his eyes wander around his living room as he thinks of things he doesn’t like sexually. 

“I really don't know. I’ve mostly just had vanilla sex. I can tell you what I do like?” He admits, knowing that all of this is just in case.

“Alright, go on then.” Seungcheol nods, now topping off their drinks. 

It’s actually hilarious to him, hearing Mingyu list off the most mundane sex acts. He does his best not to chuckle at the mention of “blow jobs, I like those.” Instead, he offers something along with that, interrupting him.

“Ever been deep throated?” Seungcheol asks, watching Mingyu breathe in because it’s like he lost all of his breath trying to list off things he likes. “Like, you know, ever face-fucked?”

Mingyu nods, then shakes his head, then nods. 

“Define both of those. I mean, my ex never really let me hold her head in place, but I tried once. And don’t even get me started on the way she would refuse to continue if she gagged even once.”

Seungcheol shakes his head in pity.

“Man, you’re gonna love my wife.” 

~

Well, to put it lightly, Mingyu might, definitely, insanely, obsessively be in love with you. Not in like the “leave your husband” way but more in like the “i want you so bad and know that i’m allowed to have you if i’d just stop being a little bitch about it” way. 

It’s been another entire week since Seungcheol came over to discuss things with him and even more so now, is Mingyu’s mind in the gutters. He’s thankful he’s good at his job, almost able to do everything needed without much thought behind it because if that weren’t the case, he would probably be fired by now. 

Fired for being too horny at work isn’t something he ever considered would happen to himself, and though it hasn’t and probably won’t, he isn’t too shocked at this point to be learning more and more about these hidden little interests that only came to light when he met you and your husband. 

Those blinds do stay open, and that little bedside lamp in your bedroom has become one of his favorite things. One, because it illuminates the way your body moves when Seungcheol inevitably fucks you, two, because it’s actually a pretty nice lamp and he kind of wants one for his own bedroom. 

And god, his window. His poor fucking window. Four out of the seven nights since Seungcheol came over has he been standing right there, blinds open, getting himself off. He knows he’s a pervert by this point. He embraces it now, knowing for a fact that you’re also embracing it, and even Seungcheol is too. 

The embarrassment that hits him after each time he releases hurts much less than the post-nut guilt of all that porn he was watching before all of this happened. He’s not sure why, but there’s something inside of him that tells him it’s because he’s wanted. He’s being fawned over by an entire married couple and it makes his confidence go through the fucking roof. 

That second time he stood at his window, he was still unsure of it. But now, three more sessions later, he finds himself considering the offer of being in the room. Each time he thinks he should do it. You know, like release his cock mid-jerk off session just to run next door and barge into the room to bury himself inside of you, all while Seungcheol allows it to happen and praises him for manning up to do it. 

He hasn’t yet though, because most of the time he struggles to pull his eyes away from how fucking good the two of you look together. And you know, to him, when he thinks about actually being in that room with the two of you, there’s still some shame left in him about it. 

Something about the idea of joining a married couple despite how much he loves watching them, the idea of them asking him multiple times to work his body on you, the idea of them leaving their blinds open just so he can get off at his own volition. 

It’s such an insane fantasy come to life and the shame he feels about actually following through stays despite it wavering with each time he watches and listens in by calling you himself to hear you moan. 

Again, by now, an entire week later and several sessions of pure voyeurism, he questions that shame and wonders how much it’ll take to ignore it. Next time for sure he’s going to go over there. Next time, he’s going to put that shame to rest like he did the first time with simply watching. 

That next time doesn’t happen though, because you’re not wandering around your room naked for Mingyu to see when his alarm goes off. Because yeah, it’s kind of a ritual now to look out the window and nod a little “good morning” to you and your tits.

When he looks outside near the afternoon, both cars in your driveway are gone and it hits him over how fixated he is on the two of you. It feels almost empty seeing the two of you gone on a weekend, when Seungcheol is usually texting him to see if he wants to hang out. 

By this point for him, yes, come over please. 

Then, relief washes over him when he hears Seungcheol’s car pull into the driveway. The amount of pining within Mingyu at this moment is driving him insane. It’s only four in the afternoon by this point and his mind is reeling. Going miles a minute and honestly, he needs this overwhelming feeling to be eradicated. 

He needs to do it. 

~

Seungcheol is shocked as he sits eating his dinner to the sound of a knock at his door. He’s swift when he stands to his feet and answers it. 

“Oh, was gonna text you to hang out after dinner–” He pauses, realizing this is the first time Mingyu has ever been on his doorstep save for when he greeted them with a meal after he moved in. He eyes him up and down momentarily before smirking. “Well, well, well.” 

Mingyu doesn’t quite make eye contact as he stands there and shoves the proof of his tests into Seungcheol’s chest, already regretting the decision to come over without so much as texting. 

“Showing up looking like this, already hard too?” Seungcheol says snidely, glancing at the results and leaning himself against his door frame. His eyes stare directly at Mingyu’s obvious raging hard-on beneath his pants, then he glances up at his face. 

Mingyu appears to be both ashamed and proud, presenting himself like a damn virgin. 

“Relax, it’s cool. You can come in,” Seungcheol finally says, trying to ease the tension that seems to be festering within his friend. “I’ll call and see if she’s coming home tonight.”

Mingyu is fucking mortified. Of course he’s bad at timing. Of fucking course he shows up ready to fuck and you’re not even here. Now he’s just left standing just inside of the front door with a desperate and pathetic cock that, for some reason, still isn’t even going down. 

“She’s. not. here.” Mingyu says to himself loud enough for Seungcheol to throw a laugh at him, putting the phone up to his ear after pressing the call button.

“She went to see her parents. I bet the second I tell her you’re standing there like that, hot ‘n hard, she’ll be running red lights.” 

Mingyu is flushed. Entirely aroused by this whole situation despite the embarrassment. The last thing he needs to admit to right now though, is getting off on the shameful way he’s acting. He knows he looks desperate, and that…for some reason, makes him feel proud. 

He’s so in his head that he doesn’t even hear Seungcheol talk to you. Completely misses the way he says into the phone “hey babe, guess who is standing in our living room right now? he looks like he might cry.”

Totally misses the brief pause and then Seungcheol’s response of, “yeah, you might wanna rush.”

Luckily for him though, he’s so in his head that time flies as he tries to will his length to go down just a little bit. It’s frustrating, really, to only learn certain things as they happen to him, but like, damn. He really feels like he’s about to burst already, just standing here with a woman’s husband who is knowingly about to let him fuck her. 

“You’re not usually this quiet.” Seungcheol finally says to Mingyu, who is still just standing there in the living room. “Are you nervous?”

Mingyu instantly nods, throwing his hands in front of his hard-on and looking to Seungcheol. 

“This is the worst, actually,” Mingyu starts, shifting from one leg to the other and glancing away. “Fuck you guys for being so enticing.”

Seungcheol shrugs proudly, offering a smile and then nodding his head as if to invite Mingyu to sit on the couch. 

“She’ll be here soon, I’m just going to clean up. Don’t think too hard and take off running, she’s excited.”

Mingyu nods reluctantly, taking a seat on the couch and staring up at the ceiling in defeat. Jumping out a window sounds pretty nice but by this point he assumes every window he will ever touch probably has his cum on it by now. You know, association and stuff. 

Then, he hears a car pull up and he’s practically throwing himself to his feet. His balance turning him into a clumsy mess, totally forgetting how to navigate his large body and entirely losing the ability to know how to navigate this entire situation. 

The good news for him though, is that you practically jump out of your car and sprint for the door. Not even greeting Seungcheol when you rush inside and slip off your shoes. 

All Mingyu knows is that, one second he stands to his feet and gets a head rush, then he hears a door slam, Seungcheol letting out a breathy laugh, and then you slamming into him and practically knocking him back down onto the couch.

“All this time you made me watch? And now you show up when I’m at dinner with my parents.”  You playfully scold him, immediately straddling him and grabbing his face with both hands so that he can look at you. “You’re going to have to tie me up if you don’t want me to be all over you right now.”

Mingyu looks at Seungcheol with a stunned expression, receiving a simple shrug in response. 

“You want her to touch you?” He asks, heading for the bedroom and raising his voice to continue. “If not, I do have rope.”

Mingyu looks at you, still totally stunned by how fucking fast you got on top of him. He’s rendered more speechless than you’ve ever made him, and his cock twitches painfully from the sensitivity of you sitting on top of him. 

He nods politely, dipping his head and looking down. 

“You can touch me.” He whispers, only to be cut off by Seungcheol shouting from the bedroom.

“You guys gonna come into the bedroom, or?” He yells, peeking around the corner and shooting a look at you specifically, as if to remind you to pace yourself considering that Mingyu is entirely new to this and still seems like a deer in the headlights. 

You nod to Seungcheol and then lift Mingyu’s face back up to you again. 

“I can tell your heart is racing,” You say to him in a fond tone, tilting your head playfully. “It’s okay, come on.” You add, pulling yourself off of him and grabbing his hand.

He stares at the way you intertwine your fingers. Feeling like if he thinks hard enough, you’re not married and you’re more into him than just sex. Then again, he doesn’t want to think about that at all. The whole reason he’s so turned on is because this is considered strange to most people he knows. He doesn’t even want to be in love, he doesn’t want to be in a relationship with any single person right now. What he wants is this. What he wants is to watch you through his window, and lust over you, and then get to have you. Time and time again. What he wants is for Seungcheol to always share you with him, because he can barely cross his own boundaries, better yet crossing someone else's. 

At least with him, you’d be safe. Seungcheol wouldn’t have to worry about broken rules or him coming into your home to take full control. This isn’t his relationship, it’s yours, and if the two of you want him involved even with just sex, he’s leaping for the opportunity at this point. 

There, he’s led into the bedroom where Seungcheol looks at him with a fond expression. Mingyu stares for a moment, then looks around the room. It feels like he’s been pining to be in this very room for ages, and knowing he’s standing here right now feels even more overwhelming. 

He glances at the window, looking through it into his own open blinds and the embarrassment hits him twice as hard, which obviously has his cock aching in arousal. He isn’t even ashamed of the little, breathy whimper of defeat he lets out at this moment, rolling his eyes back and furrowing his brows. 

You let go of Mingyu and take your place beside Seungcheol, both of you checking Mingyu out from head to toe before looking at each other and smiling. 

“I don’t even know where to start,” Seungcheol admits, feeling defeated that for the first time in his sex life with you, he doesn’t know how to get the ball rolling. “Why does this feel so intimate compared to usual?”

You laugh, now staring down both of them, wanting nothing more than to fuck and be fucked. The air in this room feels electrifying, and already you have goosebumps rising against your skin. It feels like heaven. 

“Probably because he’s so close to home,” You chuckle, feeling totally in control with two lost men staring at you as if they want to eat you alive. “Isn’t that right, Mingyu?” You say, taking a step towards him and already lifting your shirt off of you.

Just as quickly as Seungcheol loses his ability to be the one in control, he gains it back after seeing how confident you are. He knows for a fact how badly you want to be on Mingyu right now, and he has no qualms with that, but part of the fun is being able to present you until the third in the room is practically drooling. 

“Not too quickly,” Seungcheol warns, pulling you back by the arm and wrapping his arms around you, dipping his head down to kiss your neck and look Mingyu directly in the eye. “Watch him for a bit first.”

Mingyu feels so fucking seen right now, his cock still wildly twitching at each word and glance. He very nearly falls to his knees right then, because in all fairness he’s been rock hard all fucking day and intentionally held off so that he would be so out of his mind, that surely he’d fuck you as good as you need him to. 

“Cheol, I’ve been watching him.” You say, leaning against his warmth and devouring Mingyu with your eyes, “C’mere, Gyu.” You add, giving both men shortened versions of their names to show your adoration for them at this moment. 

Mingyu manages to take a step forward without his knees buckling from under him, his eyes scanning your bare torso and the way your chest is hidden by your bra. He can’t not stare, after all, he’s grown accustomed to it by now. He knows what's under that bra and what’s under those pants, but it still doesn’t change the fact that he’s never seen your body this close. He’s never touched you before. 

“Well?” Seungcheol looks at him as he makes his way across the room a bit too slowly for his liking. “We have all day, technically.”

Mingyu switches his eyes over to Seungcheol, who seems amused by how enamored he is right now with you. His mind is fairly blank right now, outside of thinking about everything he wants to do, everything he wishes he could say, but still, all he can manage to do is stand in front of you, still not reaching out. He looks at the way Seungcheol has you locked in his arms, holding you still against his chest as if to tame a beast from him. 

“You’re so pretty, Mingyu, really.” You say, blinking up at him and tapping Seungcheol to loosen his grip on you. “You can touch me too, you know.”

He’s still reluctant, looking to Seungcheol once again for confirmation and receiving a nod. His hands reach out, touching nothing more than your bare shoulder before sliding down your waist and stepping even closer. 

You can feel the warmth radiating off of them as they sandwich you there between them. Seungcheol and his confident breaths behind you easily contrast to Mingyu’s deeper, nervous breathing. You kind of get now why your husband told you to just watch for a little bit longer. Mingyu is so readable, with the way his eyes can’t find where to land, the way his hands know where they want to go but he clearly holds back from doing too much too soon out of fear that this entire agreement will shatter before his very eyes. 

You hum out happily, leaning your head back against Seungcheol and pressing your hips forward, against Mingyu. Feeling entirely loved, wanted, needed. 

“I missed this feeling,” You sigh out with a pleasured smile, throwing an arm out and over Mingyu’s shoulder, pulling him even closer. “I bet you’ll miss it too. I bet you’ll keep coming back for it.”

Seungcheol hums as well, nodding his head in agreement before blinking over at Mingyu and lifting a brow. He wonders how long they’re going to stand here staring at each other so, rolling his eyes dismissively, he presses on.

“I want to watch you eat her out.” He says, feeling that it’s not too out of the ordinary to make suggestions since Mingyu appears to be totally blinded by your tits right now anyway.

Mingyu nods with empty eyes, shortly before you see him physically break out of his presumed trance and take a step back, very nearly tripping over his own feet.

“Wait, really?” He asks, somehow still unsure that this is a thing that’s actually happening as he regains balance.

“Oh, absolutely.” Seungcheol encourages him, using the emptied up space in front of you to maneuver you over to the bed. 

Mingyu watches as your husband sits you down on the bed, grabs two pillows and places them behind you, then shimmies your pants off of you in a very loving way. He doesn’t know whether to be jealous of Seungcheol for being able to love someone enough to pleasure them using others or to be jealous of you for being loved so blatantly. 

“Mingyu,” Seungcheol calls out, tapping your legs to spread them out and taking a step back to make room. “Go on.”

Mingyu’s legs take him there before his brain can think twice. One second he’s looking at you from the angle of the center of the room, the next he’s falling to his knees, staring straight between your legs at the point of his lust for the last however long. Slender fingers gripping your thighs much the same way Seungcheol did the first night he saw the two of you together like this. 

It continues to hit him like a freight train. He’s here. He’s doing this. Not even a year ago he was sleeping in a different place, with a fiancée, making calls to find venues for a fucking wedding, and now he’s here. Between the legs of another man’s wife at his request. 

Why is he so pleased with the drastic change of events? Why is his mouth watering looking at the small damp spot seeping through your panties? Why does he feel like he isn’t even himself at this moment? 

None of it matters, not when you reach out and run your fingers through his hair to urge him forward. He leans into the touch, closing his eyes and breathing out through his nose because it’s been a long time since he felt the loving touch of another person in his hair like this. 

It’s been a long time since he’s felt the warmth of a woman in front of him, and even longer since he last felt this drunk on the atmosphere around him. Your soft fingers scratch against his scalp, and that alone makes his entire body shiver as he nuzzles against your thigh lovingly, leaving his kiss against your skin for the first time. 

Seungcheol watches, not entirely used to a man acting like this with his wife. Usually, they’re already trying to get their cock inside of her, but Mingyu seems to be basking in the touch and feel of it all through each step and in a way, he understands. He was with someone for six years and planned to spend his life with her, he can imagine this is something Mingyu missed doing, despite the bitch not even wanting to gag on him. 

He feels fond watching the two of you, situating himself on the bed and letting you lean up against him. There, he starts to work your bra off of you, matching Mingyu’s slowly paced arousal. 

You, on the other hand, feel like your body is catching fire. That little gentle kiss against your thigh was followed by several more, peppered up to your panty line, down to your knees, and then right back up before he even thinks about leaving a kiss against the seat of your panties. 

Which, he does eventually get to doing. Seungcheol watches your body jolt at the touch. He can tell you’ve been anticipating it since Mingyu got on his knees but knows you’re both pacing yourselves for the sake of him being able to enjoy himself. 

Seungcheol’s hands do remain on your tits through it, massaging and pinching against your nipples until they’re erect and sending jolts of sensations straight to your core. Thankfully, Mingyu appears to be preparing himself to see your arousal up close and personal by this point, keeping his lips right up against it as his fingers toy with the hem of your panties. 

He looks up at you, still searching for confirmation on instinct and can’t help but feel that the green light was given the second he moved into the house next door with the way you both look at him. 

You’re not the only one being loved on right now. He feels entirely taken care of simply for being able to go down on you, and he wants nothing more in this world than to make you feel good. 

So, he does his best. Reaching his arms forward and gripping the sides of your panties before gently pulling them down. He watches as your, by now very wet, panties unstick from your folds as he reveals it to himself and honestly, he doesn’t even care at this point at how he blatantly moans over it. 

And just as you thought he was going to take his time like before, it’s like your entire world is flipped upside down. You take in a sharp and surprised inhale at the way he’s got his tongue on you the second your panties hit the floor. 

Seungcheol laughs at your surprise, internally praising Mingyu for that sudden jolt of confidence he must have gotten to do that after unintentionally teasing you for far too long. He can feel your nipples react to what he’s doing, and through the sound of Mingyu’s tongue, his groans through the taste of you, even he feels like he’s going insane just sitting with you against him like this. 

“Fuck,” You moan out, feeling the way his tongue leaves no part of your pussy unexplored. “Fuck.” You continue, totally speechless and unable to praise him the way you’d very much like to right now. 

  When you run your fingers through his hair again, feeling the way he moves his head beneath them he stiffens his tongue as he slides it up your entire pussy, then lands on your clit and begins to flick his tongue at such a pace that your legs nearly close in on him.

Seungcheol is there though, quickly reaching down to hold your legs open for him. 

“Sensitive?” He gleefully whispers to you, watching the way you grip Mingyu’s hair in your fingers through the obvious struggle. He knows you won’t answer, which is fine, because he loves when you get like this. Though it’s never through a man simply giving you some good head. 

Mingyu continues his assault with his tongue, so drunk on the taste of you that all he can do is keep going. Keep tasting, flicking your clit until it’s swollen before sliding back down again and burying his tongue inside of you as deep as it’ll go. Like he can’t get enough, especially with the way your hips wiggle to get away, with the way your fingers try to weakly tug his head away from you.

He hopes this is exactly what Seungcheol wanted to see, because he couldn’t be happier to fulfill the request. Moaning into you only to breathe nothing but you back in. His cock still neglected from a full day of arousal, tasting you alone is soaking his pants. Never has he felt so desperate for something. Never.

Even when he can feel the bed shift and your legs close around his head again, he continues. 

“Hold her legs open for me,” Seungcheol instructs as he pulls himself off of the bed, now seemingly so aroused that he feels the need to involve himself. He shimmies off his clothing and props himself back up on the bed, directly next to you and easily holding his length to bump against your slacked and moaning mouth. 

You readily accept your husband’s length into your mouth. Instantly taking him as deeply as you can out of sheer arousal. Wanting to do the dirtiest things your brain can come up with solely because of how good everything feels right now. Seungcheol loves it, especially with how greedy you seem as you furrow your brows and will yourself to take more into your mouth. 

“Mingyu,” Seungcheol calls out, reaching over to tap his hand that’s putting his obvious strength to use against your thighs to get his attention. “Look.”

Mingyu does, after sliding his tongue back up and flicking your clit several more times to get those satisfying shakes of your body in reaction. His eyes trail up as he finally takes a breath of fresh air, only now realizing that you’re both entirely naked. 

“If you keep coming back,” Seungcheol starts, moving his hand to caress your cheek before holding the back of your head in place. “this” he punctuated with a hard thrust into your mouth, gagging you. “is what you have to look forward to.”

Mingyu watches as Seungcheol holds your head there, continuously gagging, and then he glances down to your pussy and goddamn. You’re clenching around nothing each time you gag, and the moans you’re letting out along with your gags sends him over edge. His tongue is immediately back on you, satiating that clench with his tongue as best he can. 

The sound of Seungcheol’s ever expected fond reactions goes unnoticed by Mingyu as he puts his entire fucking soul into eating you out. 

Thankfully, you’re able to breathe shortly after, kind of. Save for the fact that when Mingyu’s isn’t knocking the breath out of you, Seungcheol is stealing it by blocking your airways with his length and moaning all the same.

The entire room sounds so erotic, and everything still feels like it’s on fire. Your sensitivity subsides as your focus falls to pleasing your husband, leading your hips to chase Mingyu’s hungry tongue anywhere it goes. 

It stays like this for a few minutes, all three of you seemingly lost in each other before you feel your husband lean over, allowing you to take care of his length without his help and sliding them straight to where Mingyu’s tongue is.

There, he easily slides in two fingers, and still, Mingyu doesn’t stop. It doesn’t phase him one bit. His tongue continues, working around Seungcheol’s fingers and sometimes even licking around them to taste the arousal that seeps from deep inside of you. By now though, he’s humping up, wanting more, more, more. Your hips chase his tongue and your husband’s fingers the same way his hips chase nothing.

Seungcheol only likes him more by this point. Even the times they have been with curious men, typically they’re not licking your pussy and his fingers. Mingyu is so peculiar about this, and arguably his lack of experience is what’s making this feel so fucking magical. His attention doesn’t appear to be divided between the both of you, nor does it even appear to be solely on you like he thinks it is. 

He’s treating you both as if you’re one person, one soul, and appears to accept anything either of you offer as long as you feel good and Seungcheol is satisfied with how things are going. 

Never has their bedroom been this silent of words either, especially when someone else is involved. There’s always crude words, but at this point all three of you seem to understand that you’re experiencing rather than trying to put on a show. You’re not competing, you’re not rushing for the finish line, you’re just, fucking, existing within pleasure.

“He’s a natural.” Seungcheol compliments, sliding his fingers up and out of you, feeling Mingyu’s tongue graze against the entire length of one of them and moaning loudly at the warmth and taste. “Wonder what else he can do?” 

You smile when you pull off of Seungcheol’s, now leaking, cock and look down at Mingyu. He’s already looking up at you, lips glistening much like his eyes are as he plants more kisses up your body. Solely because Seungcheol practically hides your entire pussy from him as a hint to move his hungry assault elsewhere. 

He does, happily. He’s satisfied even as he kisses up your belly and feels like he doesn’t need to ask to plant those same glistening lips against one of your nipples and fondle it with his tongue just as beautifully as he did with your clit.

He leaves space for Seungcheol’s hand when he moves up, trying to be careful to avoid his hard on brushing against anywhere where it’s not wanted, which doesn’t seem to be much of an issue because Seungcheol pulls his hand back shortly anyway, pulling off of the bed and studying the two of you. 

You hug Mingyu’s head while he worships the chest he’s stared at from his window day after day. Seungcheol can clearly see how shy Mingyu is, but he still seems to be doing everything in a way that makes you both love it. At this point, it wouldn’t even matter what he does, he knows you’d go insane over it, and that’s enough for him to allow it. 

He can’t help himself when he leans over you to kiss you, seemingly so in love with you, careful not to accidentally bump Mingyu’s head from your tit and probably cause some sort of huff or pout out of him. 

“Lay him back.” Seungcheol says to you through his kiss, pinching your chin to keep your lips on his for a few moments longer before letting you go. 

The way your eyes shine, and the way Mingyu’s tongue seems to never tire, you’re almost sad to pull him off of you. But you do, nonetheless, guiding him to stand to his feet and finally running your hands up his torso to urge his shirt off of him. 

You stare at his abdomen, touching and feeling each dip of it. His arms are just as big and toned, and god damn is his cock huge. You could tell from the window, and you can tell here, even while it’s clothed. 

“Off.” You say, tugging him forward by his jeans and sitting yourself up.

He laughs at the movement, looking between the two of you and honestly, damn. You’re both so fucking beautiful right now. He’d be delighted to take these pants off, and he does.

Shortly after, you instruct him to lay back on the bed and he’s only getting more and more comfortable with the situation. Doing exactly as instructed, not even embarrassed by his angry and heavy cock twitching in near pain to be touched. 

“God, look at him.” You comment, now moving yourself on the bed to lean on one elbow and trail your fingers up his abs. 

His entire body twitches at the touch, and he winces just a little bit with a sexually frustrated huff. 

“Should I fuck him?” You ask, looking up at Seungcheol, who was actively already fisting his length shamelessly at all of the ideas he has in his head that you could to do Mingyu, or of what Mingyu could do to you. 

“Do you want that?” Seungcheol asks, looking over to Mingyu and watching the way he straight up nods shamelessly and practically grabs you by the arm to pull you on top of him.

“So eager,” You laugh, throwing your leg over him and instantly seating yourself directly on his cock. Feeling how huge it is, how hard it is. 

Mingyu moans at that alone, hands shooting to your waist and squeezing so hard that you know it’ll leave a painful sensation later. 

“Go on then, fuck him.” Seungcheol says, amused with how badly this man wants it. 

And you do, without much more of a warning. You lift yourself and expertly slide straight down on his pathetic cock. You watch Mingyu as you do it, struggling to breathe through the feeling of your tight walls clenching around his length and attempting to adjust to his size.

Mingyu runs his own fingers through his hair now, trying to keep himself grounded by the feeling he’s missed out on for so fucking long. He lets out a long and drawn out moan, cursing at the feeling and nearly tearing up at how fucking tight you are. 

“Shit-” Mingyu breathes out, holding your waist still as if to keep you from moving, then he’s wrapping you in a hug and pulling you straight down against his chest. 

Seungcheol skews his head, taking a step closer to see how well his friend fits inside of you and damn. Your pussy is clenching every passing second trying to adjust, and Mingyu's entire body is reacting to it. Naturally, Seungcheol has no choice but to grip his cock harder at the scene, biting back his own desperate moan so that he can still appear to be collected about this. 

As you lay in Mingyu’s arms though, with the harsh hold of his arms keeping you in place, you can’t help but groan at the searing stretch inside of you. And he, on the other hand, is being driven crazy by the smell of your hair. Honestly, the scent alone is driving him wild enough that it’s a struggle to keep his own hips from writhing with the need to stretch your pussy out more.

“Keep him still while you make room for me.” Seungcheol finally chokes out. “Don’t let him come yet.”

You breathlessly nod, trying to press yourself up from Mingyu’s heaving chest just to grip onto his shoulders and bounce against his desperate attempts to stop you. He gives in after the second bounce though, going from trying to hold you down on him to loosening up and almost helping you bounce.

“That’s it, that’s exactly what she wants–” Seungcheol compliments, running his fingers up your back and making you shiver. “Right, babe?” 

You try to answer, but you moan out instead with the way Mingyu’s hands keep you bouncing at such a pace that your g-spot is being repeatedly fucked against. And when he moves his hands to your ass, he loses himself to the pleasure as his eyes darken even more, fucking up now, deeper into you when you slide down on him. 

“So deep,” You nearly sob out, hands reaching out for Seungcheol somewhere behind you, and he’s quick to be there for you. 

“Feels good?” He asks, leaning onto the bed to kiss against your face. “You moan so good for him, I know it does.”

Mingyu moans before you can, sinking his head further into the pillows and letting himself get lost in the feeling of you bouncing on him. Seungcheol was right about this before, you do get wet. Fucking soaked. 

“Ready for more?” Seungcheol asks now, seemingly ready to give you more than either of you know you can handle.

Still, you nod, knowing exactly what he’s wanting to do. You adjust the way you bounce, now leaning back onto Mingyu’s chest so that Mingyu’s cock slamming into you is on full display for Seungcheol. 

“Slow down for a second, Gyu,” Seungcheol says, liking the nickname well enough to use it himself. “Let me show you what sharing feels like.”

And holy fuck, Mingyu is not prepared for it. He’s shocked that you’re wanting it, with the way you pant out breathless, pained moans against his collar bone as Seungcheol makes attempts to stretch you out more than you already are. 

Mingyu holds onto those little pants, feeling your hands grip against his body as your husband nudges the head of his cock inside, causing both of you to cry out with a desperate sound. 

Inch by inch, Seungcheol works himself in, holding his breath and soothing your back throughout the process, up until he’s managed to fit about as much as he can into you and thrusting forward just once to test the waters. 

“Goddamn, such a tight fit.” He half-moans through a laugh, pulling out and thrusting in again, harder. 

The reaction is more than Seungcheol could ever have wanted. Both of you, clinging to each other through the overwhelming sensation. Mingyu, probably overly sensitive from the feeling of your pussy gripping him and Seungcheol’s cock massaging the underside of it as he chases his own pleasure. Then there’s you, constantly clenching to adjust, letting out little pleased cries that only get prettier and prettier, especially when they’re mixed in with Mingyus. 

At this point, Seungcheol can barely tell which one of you is moaning, but it’s all the same to him and he begins to do the work for all three of you. Loving the way he’s managed to make his wife and another man fall apart beneath him. 

“God, you both love it.” He says, knowing for a fact that you’re both too gone by now to hear him. Which is good, because he can’t hold his own moans in anymore. 

So, he doesn’t. He grips your hips to hold you in place and continues to thrust, feeling your pussy relax with each thrust until even Mingyu is able to fuck up slightly. And for you, feeling both cocks sliding into you opposite of each other, you really can’t comprehend a single thing outside of pleasure right now. 

You can hardly breathe, so talking isn’t entirely on your agenda, still though. You try. 

“Fuck, fuck–” You breathe out, gripping even tighter onto Mingyu now.

“So fucking wet,” Seungcheol soothes, offering a harsher thrust now that he’s beginning to lose himself to the feeling too.

“So fucking, big–” You say, mostly into Mingyu’s ear despite your husband having a good size as well. “Fuck me open, pretty boy, show my husband how you like to come.”

Seungcheol smirks at your hushed and out-of-breath words, you always get dirty when you’re super turned on. Plus, the way Mingyu follows instructions is insanely sexy too.

In fact, he follows your instructions a little too well. Somehow, Mingyu overpowers both your weight on him and Seungcheol’s harsh thrusts. To the point that he actually has to stop moving his own hips because if he doesn’t, Mingyu will get all three of you off within seconds if he keeps going at this pace.

“Yeah, fuck, yeah,” Seungcheol moans in probably the most erotic voice you’ve ever heard come from him before. Because, never in your life alongside him have you heard him have to cut off his comments with a moan. “he likes it fucking rough.”

And he’s not lying. Part of you wonders if Mingyu has ever been able to fuck this way, because even as you and your husband manage to find room to converse through this, Mingyu is still gone and lost in his own world. Still holding onto you, and still fucking into you so hard that you’re very nearly releasing little yelps each time he bottoms out. 

Seungcheol, on the other hand, knows exactly how your body reacts when you’re getting close. Usually knowing before you do, and he really does his best to keep his composure through this. He does his damndest to hold off, amazed that Mingyu lasted past the first instance of you sinking down on him. 

Shaking hands reach between you and Mingyu, and you’re quick to sit up and lean back against Seungcheol instead to let him have access to your clit. Despite his cock slipping out of you slightly, he can still manage to fuck a few inches in at this angle, and honestly it’s a welcome relief because if he continued any further, he worries your clit would be left long neglected by his brain malfunctioning in a sudden orgasm.

You smile in a daze as you stare down at Mingyu, his eyes droopy and hooded when he opens them, but for the most part remaining closed and focused on fucking you as good as he can. And paired with the sensation of Seungcheol rubbing your clit, you’re rendered useless in announcing that you’re close. 

Thankfully, your lovely, amazing, and doting husband knows you as well as you know yourself. 

“Keep going,” He says, out of breath and reaching his other hand up to hold one of your tits in his hand, lips going to your neck. “She’s close.”

Mingyu lets out a choked moan at the same time you let one out, and instantly Seungcheol pulls out with a pleased and frustrated moan. 

“Let him feel it, babe,” Seungcheol says, now focusing solely on rubbing your clit with one hand and fucking his fist with the other. ”Squeeze him.”

God, you do, coming undone wrapped around his Mingyu’s relentless cock, pulsing and shaking as Seungcheol makes no attempt to ease the orgasm out of you. His fingers only circle your clit harder, and Mingyu only fucks up harder. 

“Fuck, Mingyu,” Seungcheol calls out, watching the man in awe. “How are you holding out right now?”

Mingyu blinks up, his eyes totally lost to arousal and he continues to fuck into you far past your orgasm ending, loving the slide of how much wetter you got through it. He feels like he’s fucking half a year’s worth of himself into you, which is fair. Because he definitely is. 

“Look at him babe, tell him it’s okay.” Seungcheol continues, wanting Mingyu to get off so that he can stop holding off on his own. It’s entirely insane how much self-control this man has.

Not even Seungcheol himself could withstand this without losing a bit of self control, and yet, god. He really is the perfect third. The perfect neighbor. 

This is an indication that Seungcheol is about to go full cuckold and work at himself as you take what you want from Mingyu, and you really do try. 

Your legs shake around him as you continue to try and ride him, leaning down to hover over his lips in a faux first kiss to tell him to rest his hips, and he does, sighing out a little sound of relief as you take back the control.

He’s never been so fucking turned on in his life, and in all honestly, not even he knows how he hasn’t gotten off yet. He’s needed it all day. He’s needed it all his fucking life, it seems. 

Seungcheol studies the way your tired legs work, the pace slowing down minute by minute before he steps in. His control now fully regained as his orgasm fades and he can continue to instruct and enjoy without a wall of pure sex invading his actions. He releases his cock now, stilling your hips and pulling you off of Mingyu.

The sound alone is somehow filthier than any porn he’s ever heard. Sloppy and wet, paired with Mingyu’s frustrated groan at the loss of warmth. 

“Gyu, take the lead.” Seungcheol says, helping you to lay back and rubbing your thighs to soothe them. 

Mingyu, of course, jumps into action immediately. Lifting from his spot and situating himself between your legs with ease. Now being able to see you under him, rather than hovering above him, he feels like he has all the power in the world to treat you right. 

“Anything you want,” He says, already adjusting himself with your pussy and pressing in. “Anything, just tell me.”

You’re entirely endeared by his words and can’t help it when you pull him down in a huff and connect your lips to his for the first time. He melts into it, fucking his hips into you at a slower pace now, deeper, more lazily. 

He’s smelling you and feeling you entirely, every sensation in the world he could ever want is being satiated right now, and he’s not ashamed to whine through it. Pumping himself into you until it hits him. 

So hard does it hit him, each thrust milking him entirely of his cum and not trembling once through it. His cock has been sensitive all day, this new sensitivity is welcome to him as long as you continue to lick into his mouth and scratch against his back like this. 

It’s a given that he was a goner the second he got on top, and when he finally empties the last, impossible amount of cum into you, his ears pop and begin to ring. 

“You guys look so cute–” Seungcheol coos, helping Mingyu out of you on wobbly legs before he leans down to scoop some of the mess out of you. “Now, you lay back too,” he adds, still toying with the cum dripping from you. 

He does, relieved and thankful for the rest after that exhausting experience. He’s out of breath when he flops himself down next to you, turning his head slightly to look at you and how content you seem to be. It makes him feel content too, even without your lips against his. 

There, Seungcheol scoops some of that cum out of you and slathers his fingers with it, shuffling forward onto the bed to place himself between your legs now. Then, his fingers make their way over to Mingyu. 

“Taste it.” He says, wondering if Mingyu will fight the idea of doing it. 

Shockingly, he doesn’t. He opens his mouth with ease and sucks Seungcheol’s fingers into his mouth. You watch, watching the way his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows the taste of himself mixed with you. You groan out, throat dry from the embarrassing amount of moaning before wiggling your hips. 

“Patience, babe,” Seungcheol says, not even glancing at you and keeping his eyes trained on the way Mingyu eagerly licks his fingers clean before releasing his fingers and blinking over to you, and then up at him.

“You’re both going to fucking kill me.” Seungcheol lets out, rolling his eyes before training them on you. “Gonna stuff this mess back into you, yeah?”

You nod obediently.

You’re so content, readily accepting your husband in his rightful place and basking in the familiar feeling of his length pressing inside of you. It’s a feeling you know, and a feeling you love despite having already been fucked open by both of them already. 

At this point, it’s not even just arousal in the air. But like, a weird secret second thing that somehow feels more content than content. 

Seungcheol is in love with the way you look right now though, arguably so for Mingyu too. With his fucked out face looking just as drowsy as yours does despite the sun setting when all of this started. It’s not as late into the night as it seems to feel, which is fine because time seems like it works differently at this moment. 

“Kiss her,” Seungcheol says, with a last gift to Mingyu for fucking you so well. “Thank her.”

He does, because of course he does. He dips in so fast, cradling your face in the same delicate way he touched your thighs from before. Kissing you just as gently, all while Seungcheol takes his time to slide into you with such a fulfilling pace that, honestly, if you will it hard enough, you could probably get off another three times if you wanted to.

But you don’t, putting that filthy side of you to rest as you allow your husband to take what he needs. His pace quickening much like Mingyu’s kisses do, up until you’re bouncing up with each thrust of his hips, and Mingyu is left chasing your lips. Up, down, up, down. 

He chuckles into it, his teeth catching your bottom lip a few times before chasing your lips harder, all for Seungcheol to admire from above. 

And admire it, he does. Loving the way you kiss Mingyu in a playful way compared to himself. There’s passion here, and it makes it all the more easy for him to work himself up to his own orgasm. 

You’re not shocked at Seungcheol’s silence through his own high. Pressing his hips so tightly against yours, trying to bury himself as deeply as he can go to release all of this tension inside of his body. You still feel as full as you did when they both were inside of you, but this is something entirely different. It’s Seungcheol, and it still shows that he’s the one person on this Earth who knows you better than you know yourself.

He knows you love to feel his cock pulse inside of you, know your love when it dribbles down your thighs as you wobble to the bathroom, and now apparently, he knows you seem to love kissing Mingyu through the entire experience. Clenching against his orgasm as if you were already willing to start over from the beginning. 

And just like that, he pulls out and lays on the other side of you, stealing your lips from Mingyu briefly and kissing you. Both out of appreciation and love.

~

The clean up was devastating. Poor fucking Mingyu, never realizing that aftercare is like, a huge important factor to fucking that hard. Which only solidifies it to both you and your husband that he’s clearly never been given the sexual freedom he so needed.

The two of you exchange side eyes at the way Mingyu expects to shower alone and take care of himself, despite walking straight into a wall on wobbly legs with sleepy, mostly closed eyes. 

You help him to the shower, Seungcheol allowing you to join him and clean him up as he sits just outside and waits to ultimately clean himself up this time. After all, Mingyu was the one who fucked you senseless this time, the least he can do is learn how to clean up the mess and soothe your muscles. 

Fortunately, he seems to be pleased to learn and eager to put his new knowledge to use. Standing there under the warm water with a blissed out little smile, hands gently caressing your core as if to soothe your sensitivity. Obviously, it doesn’t work that way but, you still give him credit for it.

By the time you’re done showering, Mingyu is practically dead weight. Literally fucked himself to sleep, it seems, as Seungcheol laughs out and nods to the guest room, which he already made up for him. 

You help him to the room while Seungcheol helps himself to shower, where puddles of water remain on the floor. 

Apparently you and Mingyu both share the trait of not using a towel to step on after a shower. Which is only more of a reason to like him. 

Seungcheol likes taking care of people. 

~

When Mingyu wakes up the next morning, sunlight blaring through closed blinds, his half asleep brain realizes very quickly what happened. 

He’s embarrassed again, but the content feeling in his chest replaced the heavy one he had been holding about the entire situation. He had fun. He liked it. No, he loved it. So much so that for the first time in his life, he’s needed to pass the fuck out immediately after. 

And it’s not long after he wakes up, lying there in thought, that he hears a soft knock at the door.

You’re poking your head in, blinking over at him and admiring his sleep hair. Which isn’t too different compared to his sex hair, and you smile.

“Good morning,” You say, stepping into the room and revealing Seungcheol close behind you. “Wanna go again?”

smut tags― it’s kind of fluffy im so sorry i just have feelings for him, average cock size jihoon!!!! he is very much a service top, making out, hand holding, caressing, grinding, finger fucking, titty worship,  unprotected sex (just wrap it guys, im too lazy to write a condom scene), sweet talking as a form of dirty talk, missionary bc i refuse to not write smut where he wants to look directly at you, back scratches (sexual) ~

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Never have you been put in the position to make small talk about the sex toys you place on a counter to purchase. Then again, you guess it’s part of the job description that most people ignore or aren’t privy to actually doing. 

Never have you been informed of the wide variety of lubricants, additional toy-cleaners, or the bigger and smaller alternatives to your chosen toy. You don’t show discomfort though, because it’s not uncomfortable. Sex is normal, masturbation is more normal, and the man in front of you appears to be normal too.

“There’s twelve different color variants if you prefer something less fleshy.” The man says, standing at the counter with some sort of a permanent pout on his lips. 

“I’m fine with my choice, if you could just ring me up now I can get out of your hair.” You respond, glancing at the time on your phone and wondering how you got stuck with the only employee who actually does his job here.

“Are you sure you don’t want any lubricant…?” The man adds, gazing at the size of your toy and then looking you up and down as if you clearly wouldn’t be able to handle it without said lube purchase. 

The man with no name tag appears to be blissfully unaware of his invasiveness with that question as you tilt your head with a raised brow. Shocked at the very question, it’s actually quite laughable that he’s so monotone with the offensive comment. You imagine he’s done this for so long, he must be a manager trying to get the day over with, going through the steps in a bored mood with little to no regard as to how he must sound to strangers buying their first or twentieth dildo. 

With your assumption that he doesn’t exactly care about the level of wet your vagina is when you use this toy, you respond.

“I think I know what I can take and I already have lube, but thanks.”

He nods, not even sparing you much of a glance before giving you a total and bagging your item.

Now, despite Jihoon’s lack of interest toward the purchase of toys he finds it comical that he’s grown numb to the very fact that he knows everyone in this town’s kinks after they step out of the shop’s door. Someone’s gotta do this job and keep those secrets and he likes to think he fits the bill perfectly. 

Lively as he may be outside of this shop, each job comes with a personality and this one calls for one of disinterest in your product but interest in the sale. He’s not one to lie to himself though, many times a pretty girl has marched in and bought toys far bigger than any man and he does tend to let his mind wander about it from time to time. When he first started this job, bright eyed and bushy-tailed, he found it hard to navigate a single sale without a flush of rosy tints crossing his cheeks and ears. Now, he’s become a veteran at keeping his dick locked in place if he were to feel some type of way about a purchase and the one purchasing. 

Shy as he was when he started, it’s all lost now as he handles dicks and dongs, pocket pussies and anal plugs, even whips and chains. 

Shy. That’s definitely a word and surprisingly one that can describe him when he’s not on schedule within these walls of alien dicks and lime flavored lube to match the grotesque green color. At his other job, because he works two, he takes the praise of being the charming yet, timid man who shows up with pans of food for events. 

The guests seem to love him, and many times during weddings and company parties he has been offered phone numbers or asked for one simply because he appears to be that of a friendly face with a kind sense of being. 

It’s a stark contrast of jobs, and somehow he’s managed to dodge knowing many of the people coming into his night job to shop for ways to fuck themselves. The rare time it had happened, he was thankful to have another person in the shop to ring them up. Keeping up with two jobs is hard, and keeping up with two personalities is even harder.

~

You hadn't thought of that guy from the sex shop even once until he showed his face at your family reunion. 

He noticed you before you managed to realize it was him though. Stealing looks in your direction as you chat with little cousins and elder aunts and uncles, mostly to double check in his brain if you’re really the girl who showed up and nonchalantly bought the newest dildo in stock. The fleshy colored one with rotating beads and a g-spot stimulator button. Upon your eyes meeting his though, he could tell it was you simply by your furrowed brow as you recognized him. 

Jihoon couldn’t help but smirk. He knew that eventually someone at an event would recognize him as their local sex-shop manager, he’s actually shocked it doesn’t happen more often. At least it’s you though, a woman who looks near his age and clearly has a very healthy relationship with her sexuality. So much so that you weren’t shy or nervous in buying the toy from him, because it’s very true that many people feel too vulnerable when buying those kinds of items. 

His smirk doesn’t go unnoticed by you before you look away from him and focus your attention back to your family. And by the time he’s prepared the food and is standing aside to help explain  or describe what ingredients the dishes have, you’re walking up with your empty plate and an awkward glance. 

He follows you down the line, seemingly more interested in you than anyone else. You could argue it’s just an attempt to make you feel embarrassed though.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” You ask, a knowing look telling him that you’re already very aware of that ‘somewhere’ you know him from. 

His pursed lips and snide hidden laugh at you is one thing, but the way he whispers to you over a pan of potato casserole is another. 

“I think you know who I am.” He says, crossing his arms as he leans back again with a flicker of a grin. 

You leave it at that, looking him in the eye curiously and for some reason, smiling back at the strange second encounter with a man who appears to have a name tag now.

“Thanks, Jihoon. See you around.” 

You’re heading away from the table of food and now toward your saved spot at the table of family that you missed the most. Your same-age cousins, the ones you grew up with and made mud pies for your parents with during summer evenings. 

“What was that about?” One of them leans over to ask, glancing to the man who is still overseeing the table of food and maintaining perfect temperatures. 

“Huh? He was just telling me what was in the potatoes.” 

She takes your answer as truth without issue, and the conversation falls away and into something else. College life, job life, family life. 

~

Okay so you’re trying to hear yourself out here. Are you somehow curious and interested in speaking with Jihoon? Yeah. Do you know why? Also yes. For one, he just sold you a fucking interesting sex toy last weekend in the most uncomfortable way possible, and now he’s here at your family reunion to remind you of what you do in your apartment when you’re alone. 

His personality seemed different this time too. He wasn’t monotone, he was snide with you about knowing who you are. He probably thinks it’s funny that he ended up at your family reunion over any other event.

So yeah, maybe you find yourself going up to the table for seconds even though you’re no longer hungry. Maybe you definitely wait until no one else is at the table and he appears to be tidying up the space and wiping up spills. 

“How many jobs do you have?” You ask in a sarcastic tone when you reach him, the table between the two of you creating a comfortable distance to poke and prod.

He jumps only slightly at your presence because he didn’t notice you walking up. Then he’s smiling again, looking at you up and down. 

“Plenty. How much lube do you have left?” He answers before shooting back his own question and getting right to the point. 

You freeze in shock at his question, reminding yourself that his monotone voice from the late dildo purchase is no more and he now comes across as vibrant and charming to you. You check him out for a moment, taking mental notes of what may not be to like about him. Unfortunately, you’re not finding much to take note of. 

“I can’t imagine you have much left, that thing was a fucking monster.” He pauses to cover his mouth, forgetting that he’s supposed to be timid and gentle during his day job. He’s not supposed to be himself.

You find yourself laughing at his panic though, leaning over the table and holding out your empty plate. Mostly just to get in closer to him. 

“Why are you so interested in my ‘fucking monster”’ dildos anyway?” You narrow your eyes. 

He pauses, his panic easing after taking note of your easy personality and banter towards him. 

“I think anyone would be interested, with all things considered.” He checks you out again. “Correction, they should be worried.” 

“You’re different from before,” you comment, both of you now blatantly staring down each other. “I like this version of you more.” 

Something inside of him feels giddy at that. Not to be cliche but he wonders if this is what it’s like to instantly have a crush on someone. Again, he’s not one to lie to himself. You’re pretty and you appear to be confident. Confident enough to discuss this at your own family reunion at least.

“Maybe I’ll see you again sometime then.” He puts a hand forward, inviting you to shake it but you simply stare down at it. 

“Yeah, maybe you will.” You smile, slapping his hand as if you’re low fiving him. 

Honestly, he might actually see you within the next day or two because he was kind of right to ask about how much lube you have left, but it’s not like you’d answer that truthfully if at all. You might be running out after just two uses. He was right again about it being a fucking monster, because well, yeah. Maybe you’ll pop in and shop for bulk lube instead of rejecting his up-sale. 

~

Unfortunately for you, upon the reunion coming to an end, you get into your car and of course it doesn’t start. Your head slamming into the steering wheel with a sigh that’s probably loud enough for the entire town to hear.

The last thing you need is your father driving you home, because he will lecture you about your car and how it’s got to be some fault of your own for it to not start. And you know, yeah maybe it was your fault. Why were your lights turned on during a sunny sunday afternoon? Fuck if you know. Why were they left on for the entire nine hours you spent at your parent’s house? You refuse to ask yourself questions.

Just as you prepare to head back inside, taking the walk of shame ten minutes after saying your goodbyes, a savior appears.

That savior is none other than Jihoon walking up with his stiff button down shirt partially unbuttoned, hair now disheveled as he must have ruffled it up after the day of work. He watched you from his catering van for just a few minutes before finally getting out to offer his expertise. 

“The battery is dead.” He smiles, slapping both palms on your hood and leaning to look at you through the windshield. 

“Smart man, can you un-dead my battery before my dad comes out?”

Jihoon shakes his head apologetically. 

“I already checked the van for the cables, could be a write up on my part for not checking before leaving. We are supposed to have all sorts of shit to prevent breakdowns on a job. Not today though, apparently.” He scratches the back of his neck as he walks to your opened car door. 

“If you can hang tight for like ten minutes I can swing by after dropping the van off.”

Your eyes plead with him. You’d prefer this, yes. If he’s willing to help, you’re willing to accept.

“You sure I’m too out of the way for you to do that?”

He shakes his head nonchalantly, waving you off as he leans into your car to pull your keys out of the ignition. He smells like food, obviously he does, but there’s a scent of something else on him that’s far more attractive. The dull scent of cologne that matches him all too well. 

“Don’t try to turn it on anymore if you don’t want your dad coming out.” He laughs. “I’m sure he would help you but if you’d rather I help you, I am more than happy to do it.”

He’s teasing. His little crush pushes him to want to help you, but he’s gonna play it off as casually as possible. 

“I’ll hang out here. My dad would lecture the fuck out of me.”

Jihoon nods, backing away and heading back to his van to fulfill his offer.

On another note, you’re shocked that your father didn’t hear the commotion, and even more shocked that he didn’t step outside once since the reunion ended. He must have been tired, and you know him, he sleeps like a rock even if he hits the sack at 7pm without even cleaning up the yard. 

~

“Oh, it’s dead dead.” Jihoon looks at you apologetically, peeking his head out from the side of your hood and through your window. 

“Define dead dead.” You comment, taking your keys out of the ignition with a huff. 

“Like, you need a new battery. This one is done for.”

You sigh loudly, knowing that now you’ll have to go ask your parents for a ride home. Know that your dad is going to add more to his lectures with each day your car is sitting in their driveway. This is so fucking annoying. At least you work from home though, so it’s not like you’re gonna lose your job over this or anything. 

Jihoon unhooks the cables and turns off his car, then stands there and watches you for a moment. You look frustrated and annoyed, and it’s very much like him to offer more help. Of course it is. 

“Would it be too forward to ask if you need a ride home?” 

You look at him confused, tilting your head and studying his body language much like before. You’re not one to decline someone making your life a little bit easier, and he is interesting to talk to. You nod slowly, then pause.

“You’ve worked all day, don’t waste your off-time helping me out.”

“I’m already wasting my off time on you though, might as well let me drive you home too?”

You stare at him. 

“Okay.”

The awkward silence sets in shortly after you seat yourself in his car. You fill that silence with small sarcastic comments about his car though, and soon it becomes easy to be in the space with him.

“Where did this sticker come from?” You ask, poking your finger into a sticker with its edges rolled from the summer heat, probably.

“Ex girlfriend, i couldn’t get it off without it leaving a residue so I’m just letting the sun do its job and melt it off.”

“Oh, harsh.” You laugh, wanting to prod further. “Why’d you break up?”

Jihoon pauses, you can tell by the way his foot lets up from the gas momentarily that he wasn’t expecting you to ask that. Then again, he’s said some weird shit to you too, so you figure it’s not an end-all question. 

“Was that too forward to ask?” 

“Not at all, just wasn’t expecting it,” He shakes his head with a small smile, nearly reaching his hand from the wheel to pat your leg in reassurance. He holds back, wondering why the fuck that urge felt so normal for him to do. “It’s been like a year, so I’m over it and stuff. She just thought I worked too much and didn’t spend enough time with her.”

“Ouch, even harsher.” You smile in reassurance to him, also feeling it normal to want to do that for some reason. “Her loss, I mean, discounted dildos and food? Huge loss.”

He laughs at your comments, briefly looking over at you once he stops at a red light. Your eyes are shining with life, with interest even. At that moment, he feels something between the two of you. Which is quite strange considering this is your first time officially meeting him outside of his working hours. He can’t help the way his face softens though, it happens against his will, honestly, it does. 

“You’re kind of cute,” You blurt, breaking eye contact with him and shifting in your seat. “and fun to hang out with.” 

“Hang out?” He laughs at you, eyes now adjusting back to the road and lowering his speed just to have a bit more time with you. “This is hardly a hang-out, but if you’re interested, I’m more than willing to check my schedule to see when I’m free next.”

You feel confidence raise up in your chest, bubbling to be free in the form of a question likely too bold to actually consider.

“You’re free right now…” You comment quietly, glancing at him. 

“Hm?” He asks, tightening his grip on the steering wheel and feeling your eyes on him. He heard you, but he wouldn’t mind hearing you repeat it.

“I said, you’re free right now.” You repeat, this time with more confidence. “Would it be too forward to ask if –”

“Nothing is too forward to ask, I literally sold you a dildo.” 

You pause in shock, all thoughts leaving your head.

“Damn, alright,” You laugh, feeling kind of warm inside at how his forwardness matches your own. “If you’re free right now, we could hang out right now.” 

How lucky for both of you. He’s actually not catering tomorrow and only has to be at work at the good ol’ sex shop in the evening. 

“Alright,” He nods, glancing over to you. “Kind of fucked up we are hanging out after I met your entire family and still haven’t gotten a name from you yet though, wouldn’t you think?” 

Oh fuck, he’s right. 

“I’m sure you heard the kids yelling it all day. Don’t be dramatic.”

He laughs, already in love with the idea of spending more time with you. 

“Where to then, y/n?” 

~

If your parents were to ask why you’re walking through your apartment building with the caterer following behind you, you’d have no excuse. Then again, as an adult, you don’t think you need one. It’s strange despite how open and casual you are with making friends though, because you never just invite strangers to your place for friendship. Not at least without hanging out a few times. 

You guess it’s not super awkward because it’s true that he already knows things about you that your family doesn’t. Such as, the things you penetrate yourself with when you’re alone. It’s a major ice breaker, and something that makes the friendship with him come easy even after barely talking to the guy.

The few words you have shared have been easy and fun, so it’s only natural that if your instinct is to want to be around him a little longer, you’d invite him in right? You weren’t really expecting him to accept your answer to his question. 

“Where to then?” 

You thought for a moment when he asked that. You don’t go to clubs or bars anymore, most places would have been closing within the hour, and it’s not like you didn’t eat to peak fullness during the family reunion so having a late dinner with him was out of the question too. You answered him so easily, and he accepted in a way that seemed just as natural to him. 

“We could just hang out at my place, I’ve got plenty of streaming services, a gaming system, and wine.”

“Sounds good.” 

It was so easy to become friends with him, and now with him following you up to your apartment, the typical awkwardness that should come with this type of thing isn’t swarming your mind at all. He’s even making small talk about the building itself after parking in your parking spot. 

“This building is way nicer than mine, you got a door code and everything just to get in.”

“Wasn’t always like this. Being a single woman in a city like this calls for safety measures though.”

A little box in his head checks out. He didn’t even have to ask if you’re single, because he already assumed you were with the way you so easily invited him over. 

By the time you get to your door with him, he’s polite when he walks in and takes off his shoes. Polite in the way he looks around and studies your space, even polite in the way he walks into the living room and invites himself onto your couch and grabs your remote. 

“I was going to say make yourself comfortable but–”

“Well, would you prefer I sit on your floor?” He shoots back with a sarcastic tone in his voice. “Would you prefer I start digging through your cabinets for snacks? Would you prefer–”

“You’re so much more talkative when I’m not trying to buy something from you.” You comment with a laugh, dipping into the kitchen for two glasses and that cheap bottle of wine. 

“Speaking of, do you actually use that thing and like it? I mean, I see some weird purchases but that specific one is super popular with the fetish groups.”

For the first time, you feel heat rise to your cheeks. You should have known that the sex toy would be a point of conversation, considering the first time you ever met was buying it. 

“Yes, I use it. I’m surprised you find it shocking considering it’s literally your job to know what people like in terms of getting off.”

He smiles at that, because you’re damn right he knows. Most of the time he would prefer not to know, but he always did wonder if, on the off chance, he ended up hooking up with a customer he’d have some prior knowledge of how they like it based on toys alone. 

“You know, no one buys toys on a Monday at nine in the morning.” 

“I buy toys at nine in the morning on a Monday,” You chuckle, carrying the two glasses and wine into the living room and plopping down next to him. “Why does that matter? I’m sure you make your quotas even on the slow days considering how hard you were trying to up-sell me.”

He shrugs as he watches you pour him a glass. 

“It’s easy to up-sell when you know people’s kinks after a few purchases. I do that to everyone just to gauge what they need so if they come back I can make more offers.”

“A true salesman.” You laugh with a pitied voice. “What would you say my kink is?”

He studies you, looking you up and down without shame and thinking hard about your single purchase. 

“Well, considering that specific item is, again, usually looked at by a specific type of person or couple, I’d say–”

“Wrong.” You interrupt before he even tries to make a guess. “I don’t have a kink, I just have a sex drive.”

You take a sip at his silence of being beaten to the punch, and then he takes his own thoughtful sip. 

“Okay then, What do you think my kink is?” He asks slyly, cup still against his lips as he sips again. 

“Wha–” You narrow your eyes. “Hell if I know, you probably don’t even have sex after being in a hyper-sexualized space like that for hours on end.”

“Wrong.” He pokes his tongue into his cheek and looks away from you with another casual chuckle.

“Are you telling me you have a pocket pussy or like, a buttplug or something?”

“Three pocket pussies, actually.”

You don’t know why you’re shocked. For some reason his sex toys becoming the focus makes you feel more shy than your own being the focus. 

“I bet you named them.”

“Pocket 1, Butthole 1, and Jessica.”

“Jessca?!” 

He nods in a matter-of-fact tone with a proud smile. 

You feel comfortable around him, never having a friend who openly talks to you about these things without any type of awkwardness. It’s the fact that he’s a man too. Usually they think with their dicks and he seems to have no qualms in admitting that it’s something he may do from time to time too. 

You imagine he needs this type of personality to work such a job though, being casual about sex can be so difficult for your average joe because for some reason, it is embarrassing. It’s hard to talk about even to sex-shop employees. You like to think he’s probably someone who makes others feel comfortable about their sexual habits though, because you feel comfortable. 

“I’m lying by the way.” He cuts through your thoughts, “I only have two.” 

You nod energetically. 

“Jesse and James.” 

“Oh my god, how did you know that?” 

You narrow your eyes again. He’s gotta be a fucking nerd to get the reference, even if everyone knows what pokemon is. 

“So the pussy is Jesse, and the asshole is James.” 

He nods slowly, acting surprised before smirking yet again. 

“Actually, I only have one but I’ve experimented with other things that come through the door. Might as well, right?”

“And yet, you’re shocked about my single dildo purchase without knowing of my other items of interest? I could have just been trying something new too, y’know.”

Another sip of wine, and another glance away from him.

“No one buys that as a first time experience.” He shoots back.

“Okay, enough about my dildo, I actually have a question about something you might have in stock but I’ve kind of been too embarrassed to ask until now.”

He nods, his personality shifting only slightly into that as the manager of the sex-shop.

“Shoot.”

“Do you guys have like,” you pause, unsure of why you’re even trying to ask. Again, it’s not like masturbation is embarrassing, nor is the purchasing of toys. Asking for a specific item is a bit too intimate to you though, so you usually just buy those things online. “Okay hear me out.”

“Tentacles? Furry buttplugs with tails attached? Bondage rope? Paddles?”

“No…” You pause at his spewing of different types of toys. “I know you have all of that.”

He pauses, unsure of what could be so embarrassing. 

“Do you guys have sex dolls for women? You know, like, just a dude torso with a normal length and girth?”

Jihoon fucking snorts. How mundane. Unfortunately for you though, Nope. 

“Nah, the owner tries to cater more towards men and fetish stuff. We’ve got women sex dolls but he’s never really even mentioned just like…a dildo attached to some sort of form that is shaped like a person.”

You shrug. 

“Guess sticking it to the wall is all I can do for now then. But like,” You pause, realizing that you’re actually going into detail at this point, which might be a little uncomfortable for him? Maybe? “It’s really annoying to have it sticking to the floor, and you’re like, riding it and it just pops off and stabs your thigh slipping out mid-orgasm.”

He snorts again, this time unable to stop laughing at the image of whatever orgasm instilled the frustration in you to even mention that happening. He tries to stifle his laughter with the last sip of his wine before choking it down and pushing his glass at you for more. 

“Noted,” He snorts, nodding his head and almost hiding his face from you. “I’ll tell the boss we need male sex dolls so the women don’t get thigh fucked mid-orgasm.”

You glare. 

“Dude, no, because it actually hurt.”

“Maybe you should slow down next time so the full force of your…” he pauses, realizing how sexual the image in his head is of you right now. 

“Okay, wait. I’m sorry, is this conversation too much right now?” You ask, looking him up and down and giving him a new glass of wine. “You’re blushing.”

He tries to play it off. 

“As if you could make me blush.” He laughs at you, downing half of his glass in one go. “To make up for our lack of product though, and if you don’t tell anyone, I’ll give you a discount on your next purchase just for embarrassing yourself like that just now.”

“Oh, I was supposed to be embarrassed?” You counter, laughing along with him as you actually start to look at him.

You noticed that he was handsome before. Normally employees of shops like those are nonchalant normal people, or strange old men who try to impose their kinks onto you. Jihoon though. Jihoon. Hmm, how to explain him?

With his messy hair that covers his eyes every time he whips his head toward you in a laugh, with his wide smile and pretty eyes. He may not be the tallest man you’ve ever looked at like this but damn is he thick. Like his thighs. Damn, the thighs. Even him now  compared to him when he was catering for your family, he’s so much more handsome.

His shoulders are broad, and he’s just… You don’t even know how to explain to yourself the attraction you have toward him at this moment. Handsome is one thing, and you would have continued calling him that if it weren’t for the fact that he’s laughing with you on your couch about a ruined orgasm. 

“You know, Jihoon,” You start, looking into your glass and swirling the liquid inside, then you look up again and make eye contact. “I’m really not usually this forward but like,”

His brain stops for a moment at the serious tone in your voice, his expression softens and you can tell he’s listening. 

“I know masturbation and stuff is normal, and like, you see and talk about these things all the time but I never really talk about it to other people, they always get weird about it.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true. I can’t say this is the most normal hang out I've ever had. Usually we talk about our favorite movies or books or something.”

You wave him off. 

“Yeah, that’s a good point. We could talk about our favorite movies but I find myself, um–” You stop for a second. 

“Is talking about it making you realize that it’s uncomfortable?” 

“No, the opposite actually.” You laugh, now actually feeling embarrassed. “I keep thinking about you mentioning the other things you’ve bought and experimented with.”

“Oh? You’re curious?” He laughs, now feeling a bit shy himself because he’s pretty sure that’s you asking him to put images in your head. “I mean I could go into detail but it actually might be too-telling right now.”

You nod, unsure of why you even suggested.

“Maybe next time?” You change the subject with a smile, one that does seem slightly disappointed. 

“There’s a next time?” He smiles, setting his glass down on your table and shifting toward you.

“I don’t see why not? I’m having fun, plus you offered me a discount.”

He nods, looking around the room and checking the time. 

“I should probably head out then? We’ve both had a long day.” 

You nod back to him, feeling a bit sad. 

“When are you free next?” You ask, grabbing your phone in a way that seems a bit too excited. “Can you give me your number?”

He obliges, exchanging phone numbers and promising to contact you with his next free day or night to hang out. 

Just as he goes to leave though, for some reason both of you feel as though the satisfaction of this hang out wasn’t reaching full potential. 

“Hey, um,” He stops before he puts his shoes back on. “Would it be too forward to say I’m not tired and wouldn’t mind–”

“Staying for a bit longer?” You finish his sentence for him, patting the couch as if that was also on your mind.

He doesn’t even respond, and instead makes his way back onto the couch where the cushion is still warm, unable to help that fluttering feeling in his chest.

~

It's almost midnight by the time he offers to leave again, and yet, he stays at your clear disappointment of the offer. Another hour later, the two of you are sitting contently and pretending to watch some shitty tv show in comfortable silence.

“We should say something.” He blurts, mid episode.

“What do you mean?”

He turns toward you. 

“We should talk about this.” He motions at the space between the two of you. 

You’re silent while you try to build up the confidence to meet him half-way again. 

“You can correct me if you’re not interested but I actually really would like it if you kissed me or something.” He adds as you continue to process what he seems to be getting at.

You’re taken aback by his forwardness, and instantly you knew he didn’t communicate this earlier for your own sake. Thankfully, you’ve tried to make it easy for him to read you and he ate it up like his favorite book. The content feeling between the two of you was buzzing up to this point. Very loudly in your brain where you were thinking of how to kiss him before the night is up. Even as just a “thank you” if he were to turn away from it. 

“Oh yeah?” You ask, tilting your head and seeing him scoot closer. “Kiss you, or something?”

He nods his head, looking at you without much issue and searching for a reaction. 

“Are you interested in me like that, in any way?” He asks, looking for confirmation.

“Oh, most definitely.”

The smile that spreads across his face is one that you can argue will be unforgettable. It’s an expression you hope to bring to every person in your life, one that seems to express nothing but relief, excitement, and maybe even a hint of bashfulness.

“You thought I'd invite you inside without being interested?” You smile at him, feeling a little bit fuzzy in the head at the admittance. 

“I thought you were just being nice, or like, just interested in friendship,” He rambles on, stopping himself short to give more context to that statement. “I mean, it would be fine if this was all for friendship and I'm happy with that too but I can admit to coming into your apartment with maybe, uh, a small crush.” 

“I can admit to inviting you in with a small crush, maybe.” 

“Maybe.”

“Are we being too forward?” You ask, emphasizing the repetitive way that word seems to appear. “Even though you’re in my apartment at one in the morning and both of us are giving any and every excuse to keep you here?”

He smiles this time in a way that appears to be self-soothing, and you can imagine you are too. It’s always nerve-wracking to walk on eggshells with another person, the threat of wondering if you'll fall alone or fall with them into a new version of partnership. 

You don’t think about the lack of knowing him past a purchase, a quick conversation at a family reunion, or the past several hours he’s huddled up with you on this couch. You simply don’t think it’s strange at this point. After all, you’ve met people online and invited them over without much more than a name, age, and quick conversation about what they want sexually. How is this worse? How is this strange? 

“You’re right. Maybe we should stop being so polite when the reality of it is that I’ve been imagining what you’ve done with that toy since the day you bought it.” 

Okay, maybe that was too forward but all is lost now as your image of him changes drastically within the mere seconds it took him to say that, not in a bad way either. Again, of course he’s comfortable admitting it, the dude stares at dicks and holes all day. But now he’s staring at you, and talking directly to you.

Your silence makes him shift a bit, shaking his head apologetically. 

“Found the boundary, got it.” He shames himself with a timid voice, looking away from you and back to the tv with a hint of embarrassment. “I’m not lying though.” He adds after a few more minutes of your silence.

“Not much of a boundary if I admit that I was blatantly asking you earlier what you’ve done to experiment with your toys.”

“Aha! So I was right in thinking you were straight up asking for mind-porn of me?!” He feels instantly comfortable again, turning his entire body toward you as he folds up one of his legs to sit on with a little bounce. 

“Maybe, but what do you mean you’ve been imagining since I bought it? You barely made eye contact with me that day.”

“Oh, I was checking you out the whole time you shopped. Imagine my face when I knew exactly what toy you were reaching for.”

You shove him by the shoulder with a laugh, realizing that this is the first bodily contact you’ve ever had with him, but he actually leans into your shove rather than out of it. Meaning, he barely budges. 

“If I looked you in the eye at the register, you would have thought I was some pervert.” 

“You are a pervert. You said it had, what? Twelve other colors?” 

He shrugs with a pained smile at how cringe he must have sounded to you. 

“You seemed more like a sparkly pink girl rather than a normal flesh tone girl. Then again, this was before I knew you were looking for a literal male sex doll for probably super normal pretend-sex.”

You shove him again, your laugh coming out more forced now at the way he jokes with you. Once again, he doesn’t budge. In fact, he’s leaning in closer. 

“Now hold on, you didn’t mention anything about one having glitter in it.” You joke, wiggling your brows. 

“You trying to fuck a man or a magic unicorn?” He laughs yet again, all of it coming out more forced as the two of you drag out information just to hear the dirty words in a voice you’re only just realizing you like far too much. 

“A man.” You respond, this time not laughing, looking him dead in the eye and trying to pretend you don’t notice how close the two of you have gotten. “Why else would I go for more human skin tones?”

“Fuck if I know, I haven’t met a single man who has vibration settings or rolling beads though.” 

You snort. 

“Shame…but also, why do you think I’m on the hunt for the most mundane sex toy a woman can buy now? The rolling beads almost had me passing out.” 

“Was it too much?” He asks seriously, hoping to god it was. 

“A little bit, yeah.”

“I can imagine you want something to feel real after that.”

For some reason, his words hit you straight in the gut. Your stomach drops as your attraction heightens, and suddenly you’re just staring at him as you respond. 

“I can imagine so, yeah.” 

He stares back, almost no space between the two of you as the banter only brought you both mentally and physically as close as possible without becoming twisted together. 

“When was the last time you felt something real?” He asks against his better judgment, wondering if you’re on the same page with him. Wondering if all this banter was leading to somewhere or nowhere. Because he could have sworn admitting to wanting you to kiss him, and you’ve yet to do so. 

“A month and a half.” You respond dryly, suddenly needing something to drink. 

He glances down at your neck when you swallow around your words, then stares at your lips before breathing in a sigh. One that was supposed to relieve the tension in this moment, but only building it more because he knows you see him do it. He knows you see him wet his bottom lip too.

“Are you going to kiss me, or are you planning to wait another month and a half to get what you want?” He continues on his streak of boldness as if to distract you from noticing the sexual tension, feeling his heart skip beats at the intensity of the moment. 

“It’s not like we have anything better to do.” You start, leaning in and still looking straight into his eyes.

“Are you suggesting that I’m boring?” He narrows his eyes as he feels your breath against his lips, still sweet from the wine that did close to nothing in terms of altering the brain. The two of you are totally planted into reality, if anything, a little drunk on the other. 

“Not at all.” You adjust your words from earlier, there, just hovering over his lips. “I’m just saying that nothing is more interesting than kissing you right now.”

Oh, the fluttering in his belly is so fucking intense right now. No eighteen inch alien tentacle dildo on a shelf could scare him as much as you do at this moment. Intimidatingly outspoken and aware of your wants and needs. His eyelashes flutter just like his stomach does, closing them slowly until he can feel your lips on his. 

Your stomach, on the other hand, has been doing flips since the first instance he admitted to wanting to stay. All of the tension, all of the comfortable silence, all of the glances, the smiles, the laughing, all of it was leading up to this. The moment your lips hit his, they feel much like you imagined they would. 

Soft, plush, warm. The thin lipped grins he’s given you all fucking day now laying flat against your own lips, no longer grinning, now just wanting. And he’s gentle, so fucking gentle with it. Never has a man asked you to kiss him. Usually they close the gap to try and swoon you. It appears you’re both being swooned by each other at the moment though, and his soft kiss only pulls back momentarily before he leans forward, closer.

The third touch, save for you shoving him, his lips on yours, and now…his hand on your cheek. Caressing so gently as he deepens the kiss with ease. The heat rises up and through your skin at the simple touch. You think he must feel it with the way he chuckles into the kiss and starts peppering them against your lips over and over again. A split second between each lay of his lips, and then another solid kiss. One where you finally start moving yours too.

It’s slow and languid in the way he kisses you like this, barely even darting his tongue out but focusing more on your cheek against his palm. He can feel your jaw move as you kiss and can’t help but love what’s happening, and when you’re the one to lick against his lower lip, he falls in so easily. 

That little movement from you, that little feeling of your tongue experimentally prodding his lips open releases the last bit of tension holding him back. He pulls back to look at you and you’re not backing down even slightly. 

“Does this feel more real for you?” He asks in a snide way, swiping your bottom lip with his thumb of the glistening saliva before tilting his head with a smile. 

You very nearly roll your eyes at him for that. And by very nearly, you do roll your eyes at him and can’t help but smile yet again. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” He says, palm still against your cheek, tips of his fingers toying with the baby hairs on your hair-line. “because I can imagine that the toy couldn’t ki-”

You shoot forward to kiss him again, only just realizing how awkward the positioning is considering neither of you were probably expecting more than a first kiss. 

He laughs into it, knowing you were silencing him of something that could arguably be the most cringe-worthy thing he can say after kissing you. His laughs start to stifle though, as you press forward and somehow manage to have his back against the seat of the couch and you planting yourself on top of him. 

“Can you shut up about the toy now? I thought we got past that,” You argue as you pull back, your cheek already missing the feeling of his palm against it. “You can’t just act like this and then say some dumb shit like that.”

You’re joking, he knows it. If anything, you’re complimenting him right now and he eats it the fuck up as he stares up at you. 

“Was I wrong though? Can it do this for you?” 

You take a moment to look at him, realizing that this is the man who you just kissed. With his hair a mess and fanned out onto the cushions, strands falling in front of his eyes, but mostly swept back and exposing the entirety of his forehead to you. 

You reach forward and brush a strand from his eyes. 

“Actually, say what you want.” You correct yourself and manage to ignore his question.

“Why the sudden change of heart?” He half-chuckles as he brings his hands up to set against your waist, hoping you don’t pull out of the intimate position the two of you are in. 

“I don’t know, I was just looking at you and thought it was stupid for me to try to argue with you right now.”

“Why’s that?” He prods for more compliments, feeling himself twitch at the way you look hovering over him. 

“Are you trying to argue right now?” You tilt your head, adjusting yourself now to sit directly on his thighs and lay forward, both hands cushioning your chin on his chest as you straddle him. 

“Would it be so wrong to admit that you’re fun when you argue with me?” 

You can feel him breathe under you, nearly rocking you further and further into whatever headspace Jihoon seems to put you in. It’s too comfortable, and it almost feels as though you’ve been with him for years now. You barely know him, yet you’re lying on him as if you got married two years ago. Insane how this works. How the heart works, or the brain, or whatever drives the arousal you’re feeling right now. 

“Will you argue if I ask to show you my room?” You start, lifting back up and away from his chest, now scooting forward a bit. You don’t dare sit on it yet, but you very much would like to if he were to suggest not moving at all from this couch. “My bed.”

He stutters and quickly quiets his excited words, replacing his voice with a nod and a sharp inhale.

“Hah! Telling me to argue and instantly buckling the second I mention my bed.” You laugh, pulling yourself up and sauntering out of his view.

He stares at the ceiling for a moment, in a daze over just how much he likes you. He wonders, would you be shocked to know he hasn’t had sex in much longer compared to you? One and a half months for you? That’s nothing to him. He’s been besties with his right hand for at least six months by now. Trust him when he says that it truly was difficult to not turn into a hormonal idiot when he saw you in the shop that day. 

Finally, he shakes himself out of the spaced out horny brain staring at your ceiling and stands to his feet. He’s quick to adjust the bulge in his jeans, uncomfortably shaking his leg before looking toward where you walked off to.

“Um.” He stops realizing you were watching him, looking directly at the spot he just adjusted. “I mean,” He tries to start again, adjusting again as he feels it slowly move out from its tucked place. “Listen,”

“No, I get it.” You say, snickering at his embarrassment as if he somehow doesn’t know you were suggesting at least some foreplay by moving to your room.

“Of course you do,” He drops his head, now blatantly shoving his hands down his pants to adjust before looking back up and taking a step forward. “You’re the one who sat on me like that.”

“Please, I didn’t even sit on it.” 

“Didn’t need to.” He shrugs, now coming up to you and waiting for you to guide him through your space and into your room. 

Once the two of you get there, him not even attempting to hide that he is very aroused at this moment, you’re very quick to turn to face him once he comes inside. 

“We are on the same page, right?” You ask, looking at his lips and the way they still look so kissable. 

“As far as I know, with all things considered.” He responds, looking down at himself and how pathetic he must seem in getting so aroused by nothing more than a kiss and a position change. 

You smile, reaching for his hand and watching him tumble forward to you. Now standing mere inches in front of you. 

“Do you want to see it?” You ask, a cheeky smirk on your face as you turn away from him and run to your bedside table. 

He had no idea what the fuck you were referring to until he saw it. There, in all of its non-human glory. Jihoon tics his tongue, curiously straining his neck out to peek at what else is in your drawer as he walks closer. 

You make no attempt to close the drawer and instead pull out another one, and another one, another one.

“If you keep pulling out toys I’ll start to think you were lying in saying you wanted to feel something more, um–”

“Real?” You say, turning from your presented line-up of toys to look at him. 

He nods, gazing over the toys, four dildos all far bigger than he is. 

“I can admit that men can’t vibrate, nor do they have those little rotating beats but,” You chuckle at the conversation, scooping the toys up quicker than you laid them out and tossing them back into the drawer. “They’re not warm, or attached to someone that can kiss me. They’re also not witty.”

You study his expression.

“They don’t make me laugh before getting me off.” You continue, wondering if you may actually be too forward about this now. 

He’s rendered a bit speechless, which is rare for him in any given situation. He always has a quick response, not at this moment though as he looks at you. He wonders if you pity that obvious act of self-doubt upon seeing your toys. 

“They’re not attached to you.” You add, this time stifling your chuckle, because it’s a pretty funny conversation if you look at it from the outside but you can imagine he must be feeling some type of way to be so quiet.

He thinks hard about it, knowing damn well where this was leading and pushing for it himself. Hearing you now though, so confidently say these things, all doubt erases from his mind. 

“Before we do anything,” he starts, his shaky voice coming out more confident as he continues. “Is this just a hook-up to you or are you feeling the way I’m feeling right now?”

You look at him with a question in your eyes. He was kind of shocked that you didn’t finish for him this time, actually. 

“Like, you know if we do this, I’m going to be calling to take you out to dinner at some point unless you say you don’t want me to, right?”

You hadn’t thought of anything past him since you’ve gotten here. You didn’t think about anything more than hanging out with him, and now, kissing him, and maybe you know, feeling him. For some reason though, despite the lack of sex you’ve had lately, him saying that only arouses you more. It’s been so long since you’ve intended to sleep with someone and have them want to stick around after. Some of the people you’ve been with didn’t even ask for your number. Is this what adult relationships are actually like? 

“As in, you’d want to see where this goes in the–”

“Future, yes. I’m not just going to fuck you and pretend I didn’t when I see you again.”

Shockingly, that’s a first for you and you like the feeling it gives you. Plus, him implying that he’s about to, or very willing to, fuck you sends a wave of fondness through you.

“Alright. Let’s not call it a hook up then.” You say, the playful arousal from before stifling out at the idea of being intimate with someone who is making you aware that you’ll see him again, now being replaced with…feelings? Arousal with feelings?

“What should we call it?” 

“A date?” You say back immediately, sitting on your bed and finally closing your bedside drawer. 

“Oh, you fuck on the first date?” 

You laugh at how quickly his wit comes back, especially with the way he crowds up and stands in front of you. 

“With you? I guess I do.” You smile wide for him, feeling the tension bleed away and replace itself again with the arousal of him standing and looking down at you. 

“How did we not meet earlier?” He asks, leaning down a bit as if to kiss you.

“Fuck if I know, I bought all of those toys at your shop.”

“Ah, right. Nine in the morning on a Monday. I don’t usually work mornings.”

“Guess I got lucky last time then.”

“I guess you did.” He adds like a period to a sentence, finally kissing you again and making no effort to hide the fact that he’s attempting to lay you down much like you did to him before. 

You let him, falling back on your bed and feeling him nudge your legs to spread. Again, you let him, feeling your heart begin to race with excitement in the way he kisses you now versus how he did it earlier. 

There is clear intent behind it this time, as he positions himself between your legs. Your heart only races faster when one of his hands slides down your shoulder and he tangles his fingers with yours. It’s all very intimate to be coming from a man you officially met today, but you really do feel lucky. 

Lucky that he works two jobs, lucky that your family throws lame ass reunions every five years, lucky that you had your lights on during a sunny sunday afternoon, lucky that your battery died. 

It’s so normal already to smile into the kiss and feel giddy inside. Never have you smiled into a kiss save for laughing when a leg cramp happens mid-fuck. You can’t believe how much you’ve smiled and laughed today, and you can’t believe he’s making you react this way just by holding your fucking hand and kissing you this way. 

He laughs when you react though, probably feeling at ease on your bed with you under him, squeezing his fingers tightly each time he licks against your tongue. And when he pulls back to breathe, you just look at him and the way his fringe hangs. He looks so pretty at this angle, even when he’s moving slowly, even when his other hand remains planted beside your head to hold his weight from falling onto you. 

It’s not been since highschool that you’ve laid with someone simply making out, fully clothed, giggling. You’re unsure of how he’s pulled this out of you, because usually when a man is on top of you, you’re already trying to get his clothes off. But this? This is something that you want to last. You want it to be slower than a usual fuck, because you like when he’s here with you. Whether on top of you or not, there was a reason he’s stayed this late already and you already know it wasn’t solely to fuck you.

“Did you expect to be on top of me someday?” You ask between kisses, and he takes that as an invitation to laugh against your neck and tickle your cheek with his messy hair. 

“Expect it? No,” He starts, leaving a kiss just under your ear before lowering his lips to the collar of your shirt and kissing there too. “Hoped I could, though.” 

Your heart swells up at that. You realized he must have meant it when he admitted to having a small crush on you. Only now do you realize that curiosity that brought you back up to the food-table during the reunion may have been the start of a crush on your end too. 

You don’t say anything more after that and instead fall into the feeling of his lips kissing alone your collar. For some reason the sensation of his lips pushing the fabric out of the way so he can kiss new exposed skin makes you feel incredibly wanted. Maybe it’s the pace, or maybe it’s just because you really really like him, and want him to want you. 

“Do you want to take it off?” You ask after a few more of his kisses, wanting to control yourself but also very much wanting to feel his lips everywhere else too. 

You can feel him nod in the form of his hair tickling your cheek more. But he doesn’t move from that spot at first, continuing to kiss you the same way and in the same places. You let him, up until he finally sighs and pulls back. 

Looking at him now, even compared to a few moments ago, he looks so fucking pretty. His eyes are now soft, you can almost see the lines from where he’s smiled for you all day at the creases of them. His lips, looking more kissable than they did the past two times you thought they looked as kissable as they ever could. His eyebrows, showing no signs of tension.

You’re staring and you’re not intending to hide it. Even as he lifts your shirt from your waist and starts to pull it up. You barely budge as you stare, and stare, until you can’t because he’s trying to pull your shirt over you head.

“If you’d stop staring for two seconds maybe I could get this off of you, yeah?” He laughs, finally pulling it off when you arch your back and then prop yourself up slightly with your hands. “There.”

He sighs when he says it, going silent and almost frozen at the image of your nearly-naked torso. You watch him stare now, a smirk forming all too quickly.

“Now look who’s staring.” You chuckle, noting that his eyes still don’t leave the newly exposed skin or the fabric of your bra.

“Yeah, I am.” He admits, wetting his lower lip again and then flicking his eyes to you. “Am I not supposed to?”

Suddenly, that eye contact makes you feel shy. You’re more naked than he is, despite mostly being dressed still.

“You know,” you start, avoiding his intense eye contact just to get the words out. “If we just take all of our clothes off now, it would probably be easier.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle at you but nods, already lifting his shirt off and going for his zipper and button.

“There’s no rush, but if you’d prefer we do,” He scoots back and away from you, standing to his feet to shove his jeans down his legs. “I don’t mind.”

You watch him undress and lose all ability to act on your own for a solid thirty seconds before you finally start panic-shimming the rest of your clothing off. Save for bra and panties, and he, now standing there clad in only a pair of form-fitting briefs. 

You’re glad he isn’t as shy as you at this moment though, or rather, he appears to be entirely infatuated with your body and doesn’t look away from it for even a moment to feel embarrassed himself at standing on the side of your bed nearly nude. 

“No rush?” You ask, when he finally trails his eyes up to you and takes his position between your legs from earlier. Except now, you can see his biceps and the way they flex, now, you can feel the immense amount of warmth radiating from him. Now, his hair is even more of a mess.

“I can try,” He says quietly, balancing on on hand and lowering his lips to yours once more, trying to ignore how dangerously close his length is to bumping against your pussy. “No promises now, though.”

You laugh, wondering where he lost his self control within that short span of time where you got undressed. He cuts your laugh off mid-way though, now kissing you again and moving his hand up and down your waist. It tickles and causes goosebumps to form all over you, to the point that you can’t help but sigh into his kiss. 

He continues, still holding his hips back from grinding against you, kissing you as good as he can until trailing back to your neck again. 

It’s not until you run your fingers through his hair that he sighs himself. That relief and heavenly feeling of your fingers scraping the back of his neck— Such a simple touch can literally send him straight to hell at this point and he wouldn’t care a single bit as long as it’s from you and your hands. 

He lowers himself more, just to prevent his hips from intruding into this moment only to lock his lips onto the mound of your breast, other hand lowering so he can lay down and push your bra to the side a bit. 

The cold air that hits your nipple is short-lived when you feel him immediately suck it into his mouth with a deep breath. You continue to scratch through his hair, now using your other hand to nearly hug his head in place as you feel the sensations shoot straight between your legs. Each flick of his tongue sends signals to your brain to go! go! go! But much like him, you hold back, even though your legs still manage to squeeze his body between yours in an attempt to find the friction he isn’t yet offering. 

He continues this for a few minutes, and then works his fingers under the bra on the other side of your chest before switching his lips to that one. Perking them up so perfectly that he can graze his teeth against either nipple and feel your legs react to it. All of it is turning him on beyond belief, it’s dangerously attractive to him now too, to know that you have several toys that could have already gotten you off by now, but you choose this. You choose his lips playing with your tits, and your legs doing an amazing job of showing him your lack of control. 

His lips continue their work, up until he’s trailing further and further down, making your sighs hitch higher and higher in pitch. He kisses your ribs, just above your belly button, then just below your belly button before leaning back.

There, he looks directly at the seat of your panties and smiles at the wet spot there. He plants a kiss right there before climbing back up and caressing your cheek again. 

“You’re wet.” He comments in a huskier voice than he normally uses toward you, balancing yet again on his other arm.

Before you can actually respond, his hand on your cheek disappears and is instantly cupping your entire pussy.

You hitch out a sigh and look at him with a smile.

“Obviously.” You say back, rolling your eyes playfully before unintentionally bucking your hips into the pressure his palm offers against your clit. 

“Cute too.” He adds, lifting his palm to run his fingers up the wet spot on your panties before pressing in slightly. 

You can feel them stick to you uncomfortably, but it still feels so fucking good. Any amount of touching from him feels good though. 

“And you’re teasing me.” You argue, looking away from his playful smirk as he plays with the wet fabric against his fingers. 

“Just ask. I’m not teasing you if you're not telling me what you want.” 

You shoot your eyes back to him, a mixture of curiosity and shock in your eyes. It’s true though, you are a little shocked. Most men really just do what they want, and so do you. Never have you been asked what you want. 

Your eyes trail down as far as they can, what his hand is doing is mostly hidden between your legs but you focus entirely on the way his arms flex as his fingers travel up and down your panties. 

“You want me to ask?” You question, hips bucking up again unintentionally. 

“Not so much ask, but like, tell me what you want.”

He nods to himself as he says it, licking his bottom lip and pressing the fabric of your panties in yet again. 

It’s not that he doesn’t want to do what he wants right now though, definitely not. He just figures you know your body far better than he does, and he’d rather not make assumptions and embarrass himself when you could just ask him or better, guide him. Who is he to assume you want his fingers right now anyway?

“I’ve never…” You start, swallowing your words as your brain goes back to focusing on his fingers momentarily. “I haven’t–”

He knows what you’re trying to say, so he attempts to make it a bit easier for you. 

“Do you want me to pull your panties to the side?” 

You sigh with a nod, looking at him and allowing him to guide you through telling him what you want.

“Do you want me to touch you?” 

You nod again, pushing your head back against the mattress out of frustration that you, for some reason, can’t find the confidence to just tell him. 

He listens to your body though, more than your weak nods and frustrated sighs. The way your legs shake when he asks, the way you react to the air hitting your folds when he does push your panties to the side. He can’t bare to look down yet though, because he knows for a fact that if he were to pull back and look at you in full, he’d no longer be asking you what you want. He’d be embarrassing for sure. 

You can feel his fingers now sliding through your folds though, bare pussy out and on display but not yet being looked at, only being felt. And arguably, all you can do right now is feel too, as he leans forward to kiss you in this silent moment. 

His fingers continue to explore as he kisses you, collecting all of your arousal and swirling it around your clit before sliding back down and prodding at your entrance. You make a sound at that, kissing his a little harder than before when he lets out a hum.

“Hm?” He hums against your lips, and you nod to him. 

There, he dips a finger in only slightly. Your arms reach around his neck at the feeling and pull him closer to you. To the point that you can feel him struggle to angle his hands right to slide in deeper, but you pay no mind to it. At least not until you kiss the fucking daylights out of him.

That, you do. Kissing him with full-force and making a show of how turned on you are for him. He feels it though, with or without your kiss bruising him. The wetness on the tip of his finger only becomes wetter, and when you release your grip around his neck, he still doesn’t leave the kiss.

He goes back to gently kissing you, focusing more on your fingers than what his tongue is doing. He slides that same finger in all the way now, feeling your walls clench almost instantly and beg for more. Chuckling at the feeling, he fucks his finger into you experimentally before pulling them out and adjusting two fingers at your entrance. 

“Hm?” He hums again, and you nod again.

So, two fingers slide in and you’re releasing a soft moan against his lips. Already out of breath from focusing so hard on how he feels when he touches you. Your lips fall slack just to catch that lost breath, and he doesn’t argue, going right back to that spot on your neck to kiss as he picks up rhythm with his fingers. Effectively fucking you open with them. 

You hate to say you didn’t pay much attention to his hands until now. Having not noticed how deep just those two digits reach inside of you, and good fucking lord does he know how to use them too. Curling them up at just the right moment to have you legs shaking. 

Never have your legs fucking shook for a man. This only happens with the g-spot stimulating toys. God, you open your eyes to look at the ceiling in thought, and it has you wondering if he even knows he’s doing it. 

“Keep doing that–” you urge him, and he hums at you finally at least trying to tell him what you want. 

He finally lifts from your neck to look at you, now placing his weight back on that one free arm that had been toying with the ends of your hair this entire time, and he’s fucking floored. Even if he pictured you before with those toys, none of those images came close to this. And it’s just his fingers? No where near the size of your toys, no where near as expensive, or warm…or alive.

Oh. You want to feel someone who wants you. 

“I’ll do anything you want.” He says, doing exactly as you asked except a little faster now, still hitting that spot inside of you so perfectly that you’re moaning out now. 

He tunes in entirely to the sounds you’re making, the faces you’re making, and the way your pussy clenches around just those two fingers. He is aching at this point, pulling back from hovering over you to sit now between your legs, fingers still keeping pace, and sliding his other hand down his briefs. 

You don’t notice at first, too enthralled by the feeling of his curling fingers inside of you, but when you do–

“God,” You moan, rolling your eyes at the image of him out of breath, both hands working to pleasure both of you. “Come here.”

He listens, already pulling his hand away from himself but keeping his fingers in you, in a daze as he takes his original position of hovering over you.

“No, I mean, come here.” You say, looking at him as you reach between your bodies and pull his fingers out of you, then reach to grab between his legs. 

He immediately moans at the feeling, his hips pressing harshly into your grip with a whine as he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes just to feel it. 

“Take it out?” You continue, slowly becoming more and more comfortable telling him what you want. 

Just watching him do what you ask is insanely hot. The way he pulls his cock out seems so natural to him, you suddenly imagine what he must look like all alone while getting himself off. Thankfully though, he’s not all alone right now, he’s with you, and you intend to be getting him off. 

You look at him, between his legs, and then back at him once more before grabbing it again and practically pulling his hips to you by the cock. He groans all the same at it though, and only holds his breath when he feels your legs spread further and essentially press his cock between your folds and hold it there from the head. 

“Grind.” You say, still holding your hand in place to keep the pressure against him, which also puts pressure against your clit when he does grind up.

You both shiver at it, and he still looks down at you, fucking smiling through his sighs of relief regarding the new sensations you’re offering. 

“You’re actually fucking perfect.” He compliments, fucking his hips up and coating his cock with the dripping of your core. 

Out of everything he’s ever said to you up to this point, out of everything he’s fucking done to you, that’s the one thing that has you spiralling into a world of fucking fire. It makes you feel so warm, especially with the head of his cock bumping your clit. He has barely gotten any friction and he is still calling you perfect? Sign you the fuck up, forever, actually. 

“Don’t be stupid,” You start, waving him off between moans and gripping his shoulders.

He grinds up harder at your words though, now propping himself up on his elbows and grabbing your face on both sides. 

“You, don’t be stupid.” He says clearly, pointing his thrusts directly at your clit and moaning only slightly as he looks at you.

You swear, at that moment he could see your entire life. Everything about you. Everything you love and hate. The way he doesn’t look through you but at you? 

“You’re actually insane.” You laugh, crumbling to his pointed gaze and thrusts, your legs automatically shooting up to wrap around his waist. 

He seems proud of being called insane right now. Mostly because he can come up with at least fifty reasons as to why this is anything but insanity, but he remains quiet at the feeling of your legs squeezing around him. 

Such a girl was looking for mundane sex toys to have normal sex with? Lucky you, this is his fucking favorite. Plain ‘ol missionary? Check. Legs squeezing around him, almost pulling him in? Check. Looking directly at the face of the person he wants to make feel good? Check. 

You barely notice his lack of control by this point, the closeness alone feels like you’re already having sex but you realize you’re entirely empty still. This is fine though, until it’s not.

When does it not become fine? When his confident moans turn to soft sighs, and you notice his arms shaking a bit to hold his weight above you, and when his eyes go dead staring at you. You can tell he’s focused entirely on the feeling between the two of you, doing nothing more than aggressive yet…weak grinds? 

“Jihoon,” You say, slightly out of breath. 

“Hm?” He responds half-heartedly, releasing his weight from one elbow and dropping his head between your neck and shoulder.

“Fuck me.”

It’s like you can feel the switch in his head go from losing sanity to gaining it back in an instant at those words. He felt like he was pleasuring himself against you for so long, with so much friction between your hand and his abdomen consistently pressing into it. He could have come from this, if you wanted him to anyway. It would have been an intense orgasm after working up for so long, but now? 

He doesn’t even say anything, he doesn’t even move his head from between your neck and shoulder. Instead, you feel him expertly adjust his hips and press in without much trouble. He finds exactly where he belongs so fucking fast that is has you spinning and clenching immediately. 

“Fuck,” He drones out with a long sigh, slowly sinking his cock into you. “You’re throbbing.” 

You chuckle, because yeah. You definitely are, but so is he. You can feel his thick length spreading you open inch by inch, until he’s fully planted into and twitching. Then he doesn’t move again.

“This alone could do me in,” He chuckles against your neck, breathing in a deep sigh and attaching his teeth to your lower ear lobe. “Honestly, I can't believe I didn’t already come just from having my fingers in you.”

You’re both flattered and shocked by this comment, before you can even think to respond he’s talking again.

“You’re so tight, so wet.” He soothes himself through the feeling of your walls clenching around him, not yet wanting to move and just wanting to feel what your body does to him on its own. “It’s so hard not to move right now.

“Please,” You manage to get out, struggling to focus on just one thing with the way he’s talking and the way he sits so perfectly inside of you. “Please, move.”

And he does, instantly. Pulling out and sliding back in so easily that the slapping sound is muted entirely by the matching moan you both release. You can feel his voice vibrating against your neck, and you can imagine he might be able to feel yours through your literal pussy, because it feels like every sound, touch, and sensation is sent straight there for him to enjoy. 

It doesn’t stop either. Both of you shamelessly moaning at the feeling of him snapping his hips into you at perfect speed, with a perfect voice, and a perfect hand moving up to grip your chest. 

He’s practically blanketing you with his body, your legs holding him in this spot, his hair still finding a way to tickle your cheek with each thrust in. It’s so fucking much. It’s so good, and so…comfortable.

You’re comfortable. So comfortable you don’t even feel the need to rub your clit, you don’t want to chase the orgasm, you just want to feel him. And apparently, so does he. 

When he lifts his head, kissing the bottom of your chin and then your lower lip, still the two of you are groaning at each deep thrust in, but he manages to talk through it, somehow.

“Don’t stop,” he says, despite you barely doing anything. “Keep doing that.” He continues as his thrusts pick up pace. 

Only now do you realize that you were doing something. Without noticing, your hands were nearly tearing his back apart. Not literally, but your nails may have dug in a few times. Normally, once you notice doing that, you would stop because normally men don’t want the trace of another woman on him. Jihoon though, he’s in love with seeing remnants of you tomorrow.

Obsessed with the sting of it, loving the idea of going to his night-job tomorrow and staring at all of the toys that don’t offer you a back to hold onto like this. 

You do as he asks much like he does for you, gripping him so tightly that your nails have no choice but to leave half-moon shapes on his skin. Each thrust drags your fingers up, down, up down, and with each thrust it somehow feels deeper, harder, hotter.

When he releases your chest from his other hand and puts it back to your cheek, caressing much like he has each time he’s focused on kissing you, you think you’re a fucking goner. 

As expected, he kisses you at that moment and thrusts once, hard, before holding himself there.

“I’m really close,” He whispers apologetically between kisses, “tell me how to get you there with me.”

You smile when he kisses you again instead of letting you answer, but you fall into it much like he does and you opt to grab that hand on your cheek and guide it to your clit. 

Instantly, he’s rubbing harsh and sloppy circles around it, and you reward him for the perfect work of his fingers yet again with your fingernails digging into his back. He softly moans at that, and you swallow it up all too easily. 

Tensing your muscles, his fingers on your clit work you up so quickly that you go barely warn him of your oncoming orgasm, even as his cock sits leaking and heavy inside of you. You don’t even know how to tell him, all you can do is frantically moan out shortly.

“I’m–” 

Instantly his hips are back at work, barely even thrusting but instead remaining buried into you for the most part. He pulls out an inch and slams back in, wanting your orgasm to get him off more than his own movements. And fuck, it does.

The way you clench when you reach your high, slack lips against his own, he releases at what he could argue is the best possible time. Your tenses muscles work him up perfectly, gently massaging his cock as he releases in full without too much overstimulation. 

And you. You have never gotten off with a man staying mostly still inside of you. Actually, you’ve only gotten off that way with toys because nothing beats getting off while completely filly. Jihoon really is something, or, someone. 

The two of you released together, and his lips fell slack just like yours did. The kissing turned to that of desperate, orgasm-fogged moans into the other’s mouth. For some reason, it was incredibly hot to you that you both reacted that way. So insanely drunk on the other that nothing felt embarrassing.

Even the way his fingers moved on your clit through your orgasm, he somehow knew when to go and when to stop. 

Even now, as your orgasm tapers off, you are so blissfully aware that you want to immediately fall asleep even with him inside of you. Jihoon is polite though, and gently pulls out with a small apology of the mess. 

When he looks at you, looking so sleepy under him, maybe it translates to him too and he instantly yawns but tries to be strong for both of you.

“We should clean up.”

~

There wasn’t even a question in your head when he slept over that night. He didn’t even hint at leaving. Nor did he hint the morning after as you groggily opened your computer for your daily work. 

He did hint that he would miss you when he eventually had to go to his own house and get ready for a day at the sex-shop. 

He also hinted a few times at feeling like, when he looked at you, you weren’t a brand new person in his life. Part of you wonders if that’s because maybe you want to be permanent in his life from now on.

Later that night, he came back. Bright eyes and a stinging back.

For some reason, you feel it’s safe to say that neither of you can stand being apart for too long. So yeah, maybe this is what a normal relationship is like. If, you know, you were in a relationship with him.

Ironically enough, only a few days later that relationship is established in the form of a new car battery and a bottle of lube that he bought for you. 

It’s always been like this with you and your best friend since you were teenagers. Ever since that awful (read: not that bad, you were just a dramatic teenager) break-up you went through in your second year of high school just before Valentine’s Day. All because your boyfriend didn’t want to have to buy you anything. Which was dumb, you think, because you were teenagers and you weren’t exactly expecting some grand gesture. Not when you’d been dating for less than a year. 

But you were upset in that angsty teenager kind of way and Mingyu swooped in to try and fix it, in true best friend fashion. He showed up at your house that night with all your favorite snacks and some movie that you couldn’t remember. What you did remember, though, was your promise to always be each other’s Valentine’s date if you were both single. It wasn’t as much for him as you and you knew that. You couldn’t help it, you just loved love and the idea of spending the day with someone special. Which he was to you. 

Now it’s been 10 years since you made the promise to each other. Those 10 years have seen you both through finishing high school, going to college, countless dates, and so much change. The only thing that hasn’t changed is always making time for each other, no matter what else was going on. Mingyu is your best friend and you know you’re his. You’re sure nothing can change that.

And since you’re both actually adults now (kind of), you can go out to dinner for Valentine’s Day at a nice place with good food. Some of your other friends think it’s weird, that you go out on what’s essentially a date on the “most romantic” day of the year. That’s when you always chime in to remind everyone that Valentine’s Day is about love, not just romantic relationships. You and Mingyu do love each other, always have. Why not celebrate that?

“Cheers to another year spent with my favorite person,” you say and raise the glass of champagne, a complimentary one for all reservations that night. 

“Yeah I guess you’re okay,” Mingyu agrees when he clinks his glass against yours. 

“Wow, I see how it is,” you retort and he smiles. 

“I’m always happy when we get to do this, you know that,” Mingyu says.

“Maybe,” you shrug, “doesn’t hurt to hear it again.”

“Ah yes, the attention monster reappears,” Mingyu says and you roll your eyes without any real annoyance behind it.

“Hey, I was really good when you were dating Nayeon,” you protest. “I just like getting to hang out with my best friend.”

“You’re right,” he concedes. 

You’re expecting him to say more because you haven’t really talked about the breakup even though it’s been about a month. “That’s it?”

“What?” he asks, reaching for a roll in the center of the table. 

“I just, I don’t know, we haven’t really talked about what happened with her,” you say. 

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Mingyu says. It’s more of a shrug than anything as he grabs a roll. “You knew we were having problems.”

This kind of sparks your interest, so you pull the butter away before he can reach it. At first, a look of betrayal flashes across his face. Playful, of course. And then he’s pouting. God, he’s such a puppy sometimes. Just a giant goofball who has no idea how big he is.

“I know you were having problems,” you finally say to correct him. “Last time I saw you and her together, she seemed happy.”

Mingyu just looks at you for a second. “She didn’t like my friends and it just got old. I was sick of having to justify hanging out with them.”

“Well your friends are idiots,” you say and hand over the butter. 

“And to think they always talk about how much they love you,” he says and you laugh. 

“I love them too, but they’re still idiots. Both can be true,” you say. 

“Yeah, well, Nayeon didn’t see it that way, so,” Mingyu trails off with a shrug. 

You reach a hand across the table and his hand meets yours instinctively. “I know I joke around with you, but I am sorry. I just want you to be happy.”

“I am,” he insists and you frown. “Come on, I’ve still got you and some amazing friends. I’m good.”

“Okay,” you agree and reluctantly pull your hand back.

“Besides, I think it’s you we need to talk about,” he says and your brow furrows. 

“What about me?” you ask, a little nervous to hear the answer because it is Mingyu, after all.

“Did you forget that it was Seokmin who introduced you to Jeonghan?” Mingyu asks and he’s got that little smirk that you really fucking hate sometimes. Shithead.

“I didn’t forget,” you say and pretend to find the drink menu interesting even though you’ve already ordered.

“Nope, sorry,” Mingyu says and plucks the menu from your hand. “I told you about Nayeon.”

“You two dated for like 9 months? It wasn’t the same?” you point out incredulously.

“And you ghosted him,” Mingyu barks out with a laugh. “The poor guy, he was heartbroken.”

“Oh, he was not,” you scoff. “There wasn’t any spark.”

“That damn spark,” Mingyu says with a shake of his head. 

And because sometimes life is actually fair, the appetizer shows up and distracts Mingyu from any further line of questioning. He’s been wanting to try this restaurant since it opened. You’re not really sure why he never went with Nayeon. It’s a win for you though. And Mingyu loves food. He’s an incredible cook, but who would ever mind someone else cooking for them? 

It’s also kind of cute. Mingyu is this giant ball of energy, exactly like the puppy you compared him to earlier. More like a golden retriever actually, because he can be smart and also very dumb. He’s always moving until he passes out. He’s fiercely loyal. But when he’s happy and eating something like this, he just kind of slows down, gets focused. There’s something endearing about it.

Dessert is always the same for the two of you too. You pretend that you only want a bite or two of whatever Mingyu orders and end up eating most of it while he pouts until you order something else. Part of you thinks that you should just order two to start, the other part kind of likes your little tradition. There are a lot of things that you like doing with Mingyu. This is your favorite though, this stupid little Valentine’s Day tradition. Maybe it’s the comfort or the safety. Maybe it’s knowing that even if you’re dating someone shitty, Mingyu will always be there.

“Can I ask you something?” he asks, grabbing a bite of cake with his fork.

“Not sure when we started asking if we could ask questions, but go on,” you say. 

“What’s the real reason you didn’t give Jeonghan a chance?” Mingyu asks and that makes you look up suddenly.

“I already told you,” you answer.

“Not sure when we started avoiding answering things, but go on,” he says, throwing your line back at you.

“I mean, it’s true, I didn’t feel a spark and I don’t know,” you say as you search for the words. “I guess I just don’t wanna be wasting my time dating someone when it’s not going to go anywhere.”

“You never know though,” he says and you can’t really pinpoint the emotion.

“I don’t know,” you say and think for a second. “Have you ever just gone on a date and been sitting across from someone that’s nice and smart and funny and attractive, literally everything you should want but…it’s just, not there?”

Mingyu chuckles even though it’s not really funny. “Yeah, I guess I have.”

“And, okay, like part of me was also thinking that this holiday was coming up. So I either had to just shut it down or agree to do something with him,” you say and look down, embarrassed about what you’re going to admit. “I just kind of thought I’d rather spend tonight with you, someone I know I like being around, rather than in some sort of new, probably undefined, relationship with him. Like what if he picked a shitty restaurant or made shitty plans? What if we run out of things to talk about?”

“Wait, you turned him down so you could spend Valentine’s Day with me?” Mingyu asks, eyes wide.

“Come on, not like that,” you say and ignore the fluttering in your stomach. “Just, I don’t know, we always have fun.”

“You like doing this with me,” Mingyu says and you roll your eyes.

“Course I do, Gyu,” you answer easily.

“What if it was like that, though?” he asks and you cock your head to the side. “Like what if we were on a date and it wasn’t just another Valentine’s Day with friends?”

“Mingyu, we’re not…” you start and falter at the look on his face. “Are you serious?” 

“You do realize that I’ve actually never been in a relationship on Valentine’s Day, right?” he asks and that stupid smirk is back. 

“You must’ve been, we haven’t done this every year,” you say and you’re trying to wrack your brain to see if it’s true. 

“No, you’re right, we haven’t. We’ve missed 3 since we made the deal when we were fifteen, all when you were in a relationship,” Mingyu says and you’re at a loss for words. 

“Does that mean…?” you try to ask but your mouth just can’t see to catch up with your brain and your heart. 

“Do you wanna get out of here and go back to my apartment? It might be easier to talk there,” he says and you just nod. 

It’s a lot of information to process and for once, Mingyu is quiet by your side. His hand is firm around yours, which doesn’t feel like a big deal because you’ve held hands for years. Except that it’s entirely different now. And when he needs it back so he can actually drive with both his hands, a part of you misses the comfort of it. Misses the security. 

You’re quiet in the elevator and on the walk to his front door, quiet as you walk through the doorway. Even the apartment is quiet, which is surprising given how loud one of Mingyu’s roommates tends to be. But the place is empty, apparently, as Mingyu tells you when he breaks the silence to ask if he can take your coat to hang it up. It’s a strange feeling for a lot of reasons. Right now it’s strange to have Mingyu taking care of you when it’s usually the other way around.

It’s quiet again as you walk the familiar path to the living room to sit down while Mingyu makes you a cup of tea. When he hands it to you, you know that it’ll be perfect because Mingyu’s been your best friend for over a decade and he knows everything about you. And that’s when you realize. Maybe he knew this too. Maybe he’s a step ahead of you in realizing there are real feelings here. Maybe he’s the one you can depend on. 

“How long?” you ask, figuring you need to speak eventually.

“Have I liked you?” he asks, needing clarification. You only nod. When he doesn’t answer immediately, you look over at him. Study his face in profile before he answers. “It’s kind of a long answer, I guess. I had a crush on you that first Valentine’s Day, but I figured you also just needed a friend. And I realized how much I did love our friendship. Plus we were kids.”

He takes a breath to collect his thoughts. “I haven’t been in love with you for 10 years, just to be clear,” he says and chuckles. “Not that I haven’t thought about it either. Mostly it’s just been that you were my best friend and we went on these little friend dates and I didn’t think too deeply about it.”

“Did something change?” you ask, still not ready to address your own feelings. 

“I’m not sure how to explain it. Nayeon and I were just kind of throwing out things for Valentine’s Day even though it was still over a month away. And she made a comment about how she hoped you’d have someone so you wouldn’t be missing me,” Mingyu says and frowns. 

“She isn’t exactly the first to not like it,” you say quietly. 

“It wasn’t even that, it was all me,” Mingyu says honestly. “I started to think about how I wouldn’t get to spend it with you and that was…a wake-up call. Nayeon and I broke it off not much after that. And honestly, what I said about my friends was true. She hated Seokmin.”

“How does anyone hate him? He’s a sunshine baby,” you say and Mingyu laughs. “Minghao I get, maybe, because he can be mean if he doesn’t like you. But not Seokmin.”

“Right?” he agrees. “So I was thinking about you and us and trying to sort things out when Seokmin said he was going to introduce you to Jeonghan and my heart broke. I couldn’t imagine having just broken it off with Nayeon only to still not get to see you for our tradition. That’s when I knew for sure. And we aren’t kids anymore.”

“So, like, what do we do now?” you ask, and Mingyu studies you for a moment.

“What do you want to do?” he asks. “I mean, are you…oh my god, why is this so hard? I just told you how I felt but I don’t know…”

He’s rambling and it’s incredibly endearing because he doesn’t usually get flustered like this. It also makes you realize that he’s laid everything out while you’ve said almost nothing. You rest a hand on his leg to stop him from stuttering through things. “Hey, I realize I didn’t say this. But I do have feelings for you too.”

“You do?” Mingyu asks, his whole face lighting up.

“Yeah, dummy, that’s what I really meant when I was talking about sitting across from Jeonghan not feeling the spark. He’s a great guy but he’s not you,” you say easily. 

“What do we do now?” Mingyu asks, making you laugh. 

“I mean like I really wanna kiss you, so,” you say, watching as his eyes go wide, just for a moment. 

And then he’s sliding over on the couch, gently tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, so careful like he can’t tell if it’s all really happening. So cautious. It’s at odds with your best friend who’s always tripping over his own feet and never seems to know just how big he is. Your whole body is hyper-aware of his and even though he admitted his feelings first, you’re still a little worried that this isn’t real either. When his lips finally meet yours, it occurs to you just how many times you’ve imagined this. How many times you’ve looked at his lips and wondered if they were soft or what they would feel like against yours. How many times you’ve wondered about his hands running over your body.

His lips feel better than you expected, the perfect mix of soft and firm against your own. One of his large hands cups the side of your face, fingers curling around behind your ear. You’re not even sure which one of you deepens the kiss, you’re only aware that your tongues are moving together and that it’s making you feel a little light-headed. The angle is awkward but you’re not sure you really care. You’re kissing your best friend and it’s everything you’ve ever needed and nothing like you thought. 

He pulls away and you’re a little embarrassed by the way your lips chase after his, a little unused to being the one that pouts in this relationship. Yet that’s exactly what you do when you see him just looking at you.

“Is this actually happening?” he asks. You let out of huff of air.

“Well not now, since you stopped kissing me,” you say. You expect him to laugh or roll his eyes. Instead, he only looks fond. So incredibly fond. 

“Never would’ve pegged you as the pouty, whiny type,” Mingyu says. Now you’re the one that rolls your eyes.

“I’m leaving,” you announce and get up. 

You’re actually a little surprised when he lets you stand up and take a few steps toward the door. There’s a chance for your stomach to drop, just a little bit. And then he’s grabbing your arm to spin you around to him. 

Fuck, he’s tall. Which you’ve always known, but it’s different when he’s crowding your space and caging you between his arms. Your back is against the wall when you finally tilt your head up to look at him. Whatever playful glint that had been in his eyes earlier is gone. There’s no question that he wants you as much as you want him, maybe more. 

You pull his face down to yours to kiss him again, harder this time, let your hands tangle in his hair that he’s finally grown out after literal years of asking him. His hands grip your hips, just on the right side of too hard. 

And, okay, you don’t want to complain, but Mingyu genuinely is a giant and it’s kind of hard on your neck to crane it so you can continue kissing him. Just as you start to rise up on your tiptoes, Mingyu’s hands move from your hips down to the backs of your thighs. You gasp into his mouth when he picks you up, balancing you against the wall. It’s nothing but heat between the two of you when you wrap your legs around his waist, trying to help him keep you held up.

“Fuck this,” he says quietly as he pulls you away from the wall. 

You squeak at losing your backrest and wrap your arms around his neck tighter like you’re afraid to fall. He just chuckles.

“You know I’d never drop you,” he assures you, voice low. 

Even though he said it, you’re expecting him to deposit you on the bed. He doesn’t. He’s so gentle when he places you on the edge of his bed and you’re wondering where all the restraint is coming from. You sure as hell don’t have this kind of control.

Almost on their own, your hands reach for his shirt and he watches as you unbutton it carefully, sliding it down his arms. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve seen him shirtless (and you’ve seen him shirtless a lot), he’s still beautiful. So beautiful that you don’t realize he’s reaching for the hem of your dress, that’s already almost at your hips from him picking you up, removing it quickly before unclasping your bra just as quickly. It leaves you almost completely exposed, only your underwear left. The urge to be shy is brief when you see the way he’s looking at you. You spare a moment to consider if anyone’s ever looked at you like that (they haven’t, you’re sure). 

This time the kiss you get is actually quick before his mouth moves down over your body. He sucks one of your nipples between his teeth and your back arches in response. And there’s something a little weird about it all. There’s nobody in the world you know better than Mingyu, with his endless energy and restlessness. But you didn’t know this side of him. The side where he takes his time, slows down so every moment feels more important, focuses on you and you alone. 

You don’t stop him as he continues to move down your body and nips along the way. It doesn’t matter that he’s marking you up, doesn’t make you pause like it has before with anyone else. Not that anyone is going to be seeing these marks anyway, since he’s currently focusing on your inner thigh. And fuck, it feels good, but you’re also a little impatient, a little needy when your hand knots in his long hair again. Without even seeing his face, you know he’s smiling. Smirking, probably. He doesn’t have to tell you that he loves to see you whiny for him. 

(He does anyway, though, because he’s still a menace to society and to you specifically. He doesn’t have to tease you either, but he does that too, making you beg before he removes your underwear.)

“Mingyu please,” you beg, already reduced to this. 

His legs on yours from between your legs and you let out a heavy breath. His eyes are still on you when he asks, “what is it you’re asking for?”

“Something, anything,” you say because you’re no longer too proud to beg. You can yell at him for it later. Right now you just need. 

A second later, he gives you what you asked for. He runs his tongue up your folds lazily, too slow. It’s deliberate, you know. And you know that you should appreciate that he’s not in a rush. It’s just that you’re so on edge and this isn’t helping. Maybe he can tell by the way your hand tightens in his hair or the way you moan or even the way you squirm with his tongue inside you. Whatever it is, something makes him speed up and praises fall easily from your lips. The praises only seem to push him on, which isn’t surprising. Mingyu has always had a thing about praise. 

Mingyu slides a finger inside your cunt without much warning and it’s all too much. You never really paid that much attention to his hands (which was good for your sanity, probably). But his long finger moves quickly inside your cunt and you clench around him without meaning too. He hums against your clit, makes it feel like a praise. When he slides a second finger in, you’re not sure how much longer you’ll last. The rhythm of his fingers sliding inside you along with his mouth on your clit is driving you wild. 

He curls his fingers inside of you and thrusts faster, not teasing now, certainly not dragging it out. It’s silent permission for you to let go. The orgasm rips through you and you fall back onto the bed, dully aware of him guiding you through it. You’re breathing heavily when you feel his fingers slide out and prop yourself up in time to see him put his fingers in his own mouth. And fuck, okay that’s also really hot. 

You lean forward to undo his pants. Those fall to the floor with his boxer briefs and your eyes go a little wide. He’s bigger than you’re expecting, not that you’ve spent much time thinking about him. Now he’s the one that looks a little shy, even though it was you that was just coming on his tongue. 

He goes to grip his cock and you snap out of it, gently moving his hand away. Instead, you lean forward to spit on the tip, spreading it along his length, thinking you might tease him. Just a little bit. Your strokes are slow, at least at first, and he just watches, seems to be caught up in the moment. Until he gets impatient and jerks a little into your hand, even though you can tell he’s trying not to. 

You just look up at him, watch his eyes on you as you take his cock into your mouth. Mingyu gathers your hair in his hands, but lets you go at your own pace. Slowly, you find your rhythm, taking as much into your mouth as you can. Mingyu seems to like to give praise as much as he likes to receive it, though, because it falls out of his mouth between his groans.

“Baby, hang on,” Mingyu says and gently pulls himself back. Your eyes go wide for a second before registering that his look is just want. “Can I…I mean, I really want to fuck you. Fuck, I really want to feel you.”

That, almost more than anything else, goes straight to your core. You know you’re already getting wet again but why does he have to look like that when he says it? Why does he have to look like this is more than he’s ever experience? Why did him calling you baby make your brain short circuit? 

“God, yes Mingyu, yes, I want to feel you inside me,” you manage to say as you’re moving back into the center of the bed. 

Mingyu is reaching for his bedside table the next second and you watch him. There’s a part of you that knows it’s best to be safe, knows that you never know. But the other part, the much louder part, just wants to feel him. It’s the part that knows even though he could be a fuckboy, he’s not. Knows he doesn’t sleep around. So you tell him you’ve got an IUD, even though he already knows, and not to worry. He checks, because he cares about you more than he knows how to express, but there’s a part of him that’s excited too.

He’s hovering over you the next second, pressing kisses against every bit of your skin his lips come into contact with. He only stops for a second to line himself up at your entrance, slides the tip between your folds and comments on how wet you are again. As soon as he presses the tip into your cunt, his lips are on yours again, catching the moans. Or maybe distracting you from how big he is inside of you. 

You’re thankful for this side of him, the side that’s so careful with you, the side that’s much more in control of his body than you’ve seen anywhere else. Thankful because he’s moving slowly, letting you adjust. And because you know neither of you are going to last that long once he actually does start moving. 

“Please,” you nearly whisper, fingers digging into Mingyu’s arms. 

It’s all he needs, though. He starts moving, slowly snapping his hips as he thrusts into you. It’s all so much. You’re not sure you’ve ever felt this much while fucking someone. You love to love and love feelings, but sex has always been somehow separate for you. Not that you don’t feel during sex. It’s just that you’ve always been able to separate the feelings. You can’t imagine doing that now and maybe that’s because none of them were Mingyu.

You know he wants to make it last, you do too, but it’s all just really overwhelming. So you focus on this moment, on how he speeds up, how his breath sounds so close to you, the way his muscles contract with each movement, on the way he stretches you. You dig your nails into his arms to keep yourself grounded and he groans. He picks up his pace a little more, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting all the way in, making you scream out. 

It feels like it all happens too fast. You’re still sensitive from your first orgasm. And you know Mingyu is close too, can feel the way his thrusts falter. You clench around him, let him know you’re close, say whatever comes out. Most of it is probably incoherent, you think. But he understands anyway, is right there with you. Your second orgasm rips through you even harder than the first. Mingyu thrusts through it, releasing into you in the process. 

It’s a few minutes later, after you’ve both somewhat caught your breath and he’s pulled out of you, that you fully realize what’s happening. Mingyu has one hand behind his head and the other arm around you, eyes closed. You prop yourself up on your elbow to look at him, appreciate all his features up close for what feels like the first time in all your years of friendship. He opens his eyes and meets yours. It’s the best smile you can ever remember seeing. 

“So, I guess we’re doing this,” you say, watching his face closely.

“Yeah, we are,” he agrees, no room for argument. “I’m not letting go of you now.”

You lay back down and bury your face in his side. You’re not sure what else to say. “Hey, Mingyu?”

“Hmm?” he says. You feel it more than hear it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” 

He whines against your thighs rubbing his cheeks against your soft skin before placing kisses to the same areas. "Y/N...you can take it. God you taste so good." When you moan, Soonyoung grins and nips at your folds causing you to grab his hair making him look at you.

His pupils blown out from lust like a man drunk because he was. You watch him struggle against your hand before you push his head back down towards your swollen folds where he gets right back to work making you arch off the bed with a cry of his name.

Soonyoung whines your name into your pussy, grinding his cock on the sheets when his own release takes over untouched by you because all he needed was to be drunk on you and your perfect little pussy.

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“Cheers!”

Clinking your shot glasses together, you and your best friend Niki tip your heads back, letting the burning liquor course down your throats. Slamming the shot glass down on the oak surface, you wipe your mouth using the back of your hand without much grace and reach over the bar for a slice of lime. Biting into it, the citrus goodness soothes your taste buds and you discard the remnants in the shot glass for the bartender to collect.

“One more,” Niki holds a perfectly manicured finger up, smirking as you roll your eyes.

“In case you weren’t aware,” you point out, “that was already our fifth shot of this very short night and I don’t know about you, but I don’t plan on walking out of here completely inebriated.”

“I don’t plan on walking out of here without a man between my legs.”

Snorting at the image she projected, you smack her playfully on the arm and remind her that she just recently got out of a relationship and should probably slow it down. Rolling her eyes, Niki leans into your space and flicks you on the forehead as she brings up the fact that you should be the one out there searching for a man. An available one, instead of pining for one who continues to slip through your fingers.

“That’s a low blow,” you pout, rubbing soothing circles on your forehead. Her statement unintentionally returns you to the thoughts that you’ve been trying to escape from since last week. Since you last saw him.

“I’m just saying,” Niki slurs, hands up in the air in defense. “You deserve better than this and you deserve more than this.”

Turning back to face the bar, you flag the bartender down for another drink, ignoring the way your best friend’s eyes sparkle in delight. “I don’t give a shit about what I deserve,” you retort. “He’s the one I want.”

With a sigh, Niki wraps her arms around you, peppering your cheek with kisses in apology. Grabbing the proffered glasses from the bartender, she hands one to you and raises hers in a toast. “May the odds be ever in your favour.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

As soon as you slam the shot glass down for the sixth time tonight, goosebumps begin to creep along your skin. Soon after, a familiar warmth surrounds you and it’s not hard to tell that it isn’t from the liquid courage flowing through your veins. It can only mean one thing. He’s here.

“Oh, would you look at that?” Niki leans over and giggles in your ear. “Lover boy is here.”

Whatever smart retort you had for her ends up stuck on your tongue when his familiar scent wafts through the air and you feel his presence within proximity.

“Well, if it isn’t the infamous Kwon Soonyoung,” Niki confirms your assumption as she greets him. “What brings you to our end of town?”

“Niki,” Soonyoung greets, voice invading your senses, making you feel too many things at once, and you definitely shouldn’t have had that much to drink. “I’m just visiting an old friend.”

Friend. Of course. What are the odds?

“Hey, Soonyoung,” you finally pluck up the courage to turn and face him with a smile, cursing the butterflies in your belly at the mere sight of him, and especially when he smiles back.

“Hi,” he says back with his perfect smile and perfect teeth that you wish he would sink into—

“I guess I’ll leave you guys to it then,” Niki breaks through your thoughts. Rolling her eyes once more, one of her hands gently squeezes yours as her other grabs her purse from the bar. With a sly smirk, she kisses your cheek in farewell and utters loud enough for Soonyoung to hear, “Don’t forget to call Jihoon tonight.”

With a wink, she disappears into the crowd before you can strangle her. Damn that cockblocking bitch—

Soonyoung clears his throat and you stiffen in attention, almost forgetting for a moment that he’s right behind you. For a moment, you pray that he didn’t hear but you know your chances are slim. Facing him, you’re proven correct when he teases in question, “Who’s Jihoon?”

Smirking, you flag the bartender down once more to ask for another drink before you answer Soonyoung with a question of your own. “How’s Codi?”

Soonyoung chuckles — a sound you’ve missed terribly — and reaches over for his own beer. With keen eyes, you watch as he brings the bottle to his lips and find yourself unable to look away, openly staring at the way his Adam's apple bobs up and down as he drinks. “I asked you first,” he smirks, catching you in the act.

Grabbing your vodka raspberry from the counter, you take a few sips before finally answering him. “He’s someone that I’m meant to be seeing,” you say truthfully. “We went on a date the other night and it was… okay.”

It’s hard to miss the way Soonyoung’s jaw tenses at your reply but he manages to compose himself after another swig of his beer. “Just okay?”

Shrugging, you draw circles with your index finger on the rim of your glass. “Yeah, don’t get me wrong, he’s a great guy and it was a great date. But, if we’re being honest with each other, he and I both knew that neither of us are who the other wanted.”

“Hm,” he tuts, “are you still seeing him?”

“We’re just seeing how it goes,” you reply nonchalantly and take another sip from your drink. “Your turn. Who ended it this time? You or Codi?”

“Me.”

Rendered speechless, you turn to face him with a raised brow and his infamous chuckle meets you yet again. Soonyoung drones on about the boring details of why he’s off again with his on-again/off-again girlfriend, but his words just go in one ear and out the other. Not a single part of you cares; this is nothing new to Soonyoung and it’s nothing new to you. All that matters to you is the fact that he’s single again and that you are the first person he comes to see.

“You don’t really give a shit, do you?” Soonyoung scoffs when he gets no reaction from you. 

“I don’t,” you reply candidly before downing the rest of your drink, “and neither do you.”

Soonyoung smirks, following suit with his own drink. “You got that right.”

Everything happens so quickly after that admission and you’re not even sure who makes the first move or of anything else for that matter. When Soonyoung shoves you hard against the wall, bending to lap his tongue at the juncture of your neck, you finally gain your bearings, noticing the familiar set of pendant lights that hang in your kitchen over his shoulder.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispers in your ear, nipping at the lobe. He’s rewarded with a wanton moan and your tongue shoved in his mouth.

“Prove it,” you whisper against his lips, grabbing his right hand and placing it between your legs in challenge. 

Growling, Soonyoung grips your hips deliciously hard and knowing that it’s going to leave a bruise lasting for days almost makes you come.

Prove it, he does, with his hands and lips roaming all over your body. Articles of clothing soon litter the path to your bedroom, where you spend countless hours of the night with limbs tangling under messy sheets. At every high you reach together, he never fails to cry out your name, while his spill from your lips in wanton pleas.

“What’s on your mind?” Soonyoung asks through ragged breaths, barely mustering the strength to face you as he lies on his stomach.

With a tired laugh, you shift to lay on your back in an attempt to compose yourself, not just from the multiple sessions you’ve had with little to no rest, but also from the vulnerability of his question. “You don’t want me to answer that,” you reply, breathless for more than one reason. 

Soonyoung raises his head as it dawns on him. “Are you trying to figure us out again?”

“Always.”

Sighing, Soonyoung extends his arm to wrap around your middle, pulling you across the bed to hold you tight against him. “Why do you keep doing this?” he asks wearily, and you know it’s due to more than just the sex.

“You already know why,” you sigh, turning to face him to touch your forehead to his.

“I do,” Soonyoung closes his eyes and meets your lips in a languid kiss.

Moments pass as you both lay there, basking in each other’s presence, until he breaks the silence by asking, “Do you remember when we met?”

A wide smile plastered itself on your face, “How can I forget about the day the boy from the suburbs got lost on the coast?”

Soonyoung laughs earnestly, his eyes shaping into crescents as you both reminisce about everything the two of you have gone through so far.

Celebrating a friend’s birthday, Soonyoung and his friends came down to the coast for the weekend. They stumbled into the same bar where you frequented by chance, and as soon as he spotted you by the bar, he was a goner. He knew that he had to have you.

His charming approach had you reeling. One thing led to another and you both spent most of the weekend locked away in your apartment and got acquainted with each other through many different ways.

Everything had started off casual, with neither of you wanting to commit due to distance and your career — you were flourishing in a publishing company — but there was no doubt that the attraction and chemistry was there. The longer the situationship continued, the attraction between you grew into something more.

However, you were caught off guard when you found yourself on his side of town for a work conference, bumping into him with his arm wrapped around another’s shoulders. Soonyoung was as shocked as you were, not expecting to run into you on the night that he was on a date with Codi. Not in a place to complain due to the nature of your relationship, or lack thereof, you forced down the bile that had risen to your throat at the sight of him and swallowed your pride. Something like that happening was not meant to be a surprise to either of you.

Even though you were shattered, you were obliged to give him your blessing, informing him when you hugged each other in greeting, and went on your way. What you didn’t expect was for Soonyoung to run up to you, asking if you could remain in his life as his friend. It was only when you walked away from him that he realised that he couldn’t see a life without you in it.

In too deep and drowning in your feelings, you agreed to his dangerous request. You made yourself believe that this was better than nothing, but you couldn’t have been more wrong. 

You missed him. Terribly. So much so that as soon as Soonyoung showed up at your apartment door some weeks later with news that he and Codi had broken up, you ended up picking up right where you left off.

The new situation between you two started off almost exactly the same as before, except that time, Soonyoung was finally ready to take the next step with you. His attraction to you evolved into something more and he was willing to step over the line despite the distance. However, there was one thing that hindered him from doing so. You.

It wasn’t that you weren’t ready to take the leap, especially since you were falling as deep and fast as he was, but your career had unexpectedly taken off, leaving you with little time for yourself. Nor for Soonyoung, which started to take a toll on your relationship. The fact that you couldn’t make a trip to see him was something he understood considering he could always make his way to you. The issue was caused by your limited availability for him, physically and emotionally, even when he had put in the effort to come and see you.

Every time Soonyoung had travelled to the coast, you were too caught up with work and he was left spending most of his time alone within the four walls of your apartment. Whenever you did manage to finally spare him some time, it was usually spent with raised voices and arguments about who was letting the relationship down.

Was it Soonyoung who couldn’t understand the position that you were in with the opportunity that you’ve been given? Or was it you, who couldn’t see that he was finally trying to commit?

Truthfully, it didn’t matter whose fault it was, but Soonyoung was at breaking point. However, instead of talking to you about how he was feeling, he decided to break the news to you in typical Soonyoung fashion. He sent a text. While this was something that you had been used to, your heart ached a little more at the contents of his actual message.

[9:00pm] Soonyoung: codi’s back

The wine glass in your hand is quickly emptied and you could only laugh bitterly, knowing what his words truly meant. She wasn’t just back in town, she was back in his life. There was nothing more to say, so you settled for a short reply.

[9:05pm] Y/N: of course she is

The grip Soonyoung had on his phone tightened, afraid that he would throw it across the room and smash it to pieces. Taking a turn at being bitter, he taunted you further with another message.

[9:08pm] Soonyoung: is that all you have to say?

Did he expect you to fight for him? You would’ve. You should’ve. But, you were hurt and he’d pushed you far enough. 

[9:15pm] Y/N: does it even matter? [9:15pm] Y/N: you’ve already made up your mind [9:16pm] Soonyoung: you made it up for me

His reply was swift and pointed all the blame on you. With your pride damaged, the reply you sent back was scathing. He asked for it, so you gave it to him.

[9:20pm] Y/N: if i was in charge of your decisions [9:20pm] Y/N: you would still be here  [9:21pm] Y/N: beneath me as i ride you into oblivion [9:21pm] Y/N: instead of settling for someone [9:22pm] Y/N: who could never compare

Soonyoung bristled, knowing that you had him right where you wanted him. You always had and you always would.

[9:25pm] Soonyoung: you and i are through

With a laugh, you sent him one last taunting reply.

[9:30pm] Y/N: keep telling yourself that

Not even a week later, Soonyoung turned up at your door, cursing and yelling about how you had ruined everything. Not one to stand for it, you yelled just as much and hurled back all the blame he had aimed at you for his issues with Codi. Fuming, you asked him to leave and informed him that your date was on the way and would be there any minute now.

“You’re unbelievable!” Soonyoung spat out. “You? Going out on a date?”

“Yes, I am,” you replied, indignant. “You can have a girlfriend, right? So, the way I see it, I can go on a date.”

“But, you couldn’t go out on a date with me?” Soonyoung laughed sarcastically. “I waited months for you! To tell you that I was finally ready. To tell you that you were all I ever wanted and you couldn’t spare me one date.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, confused. “You never told me any of this.”

“How could I? You basically had no time for me—”

“I would’ve made time for this—”

“Then, why didn’t you?!” Soonyoung yelled, frustrated. “God, you’ve made such a fool out of me. I’m out of here.”

With that, Soonyoung turned his back on you and made his way to the front door. Just as he was about to turn the knob, you said something that made him stop in his tracks. “What did you say?”

“I’ll make time for you,” you repeated, louder and stronger that time.

“When? After you realise that this date is no one compared to me?” Soonyoung threw your words back at you.

With a great need for him to understand, you raised your hands up in surrender. “I already know he’s nothing compared to you. I’ll make time for you. Right now.”

“Prove it,” Soonyoung challenged, and you were more than willing to answer.

With a nod, you grabbed your purse from the kitchen counter and fished out your phone, dialling your date’s number. “Hey Seungcheol,” you greeted, eyes locked on Soonyoung as you spoke. “Listen, I’ll have to take a rain check tonight. Something’s come up. Yeah, nothing I can’t handle. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

The word ‘goodbye’ was barely out of your mouth before Soonyoung pounced on you. He grabbed your phone and threw it carelessly behind him as he crashed his lips against yours in a heated kiss. Soonyoung’s impatience showed as his hands and lips got reacquainted with your body and it wasn’t long before he threw you over his shoulder and onto your bed, making up with you by making love to you.

The cycle began again. And again. And again.

Often, you wondered how much more of this toxic pattern you could take, but with one look at him, you knew. You would never give him up.

Back in the present, you find yourself still staring at the ceiling. “I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve done this,” you sigh, wistfully. “Sometimes, some part of me wants to let you go, but the part that wants to keep fighting is a lot bigger. A lot stronger. I know it’s pathetic, but I couldn’t care less.”

Turning to face Soonyoung, you find him sound asleep, snoring softly with his head resting on the crook of your shoulder. Brushing the hair away from his face, you study his profile and store it in your memory, knowing full well that there’s a high chance that he’ll be nowhere to be found in the morning. 

Mentally preparing yourself for the loneliness that dawn will bring, a thought crosses your mind; Niki’s toast at the bar. May the odds be ever in your favour, she said.

The odds.

The more you think about it, the more you realise that they have been against you this whole time. Worst of all, it dawns on you that you’ve done nothing to change your fate, choosing to be complacent and ride the waves instead.

The time Soonyoung told you that he was willing to step over the line comes to the forefront of your mind. You try to recall what you’ve done to show that you’re just as willing, if not more, but you come up short. Every time he leaves, you always remind yourself that it’s because your love for him is much bigger than his love for you and yet you’ve done nothing to prove that statement true.

Finally, you realise that you are the reason for the mess you are in.

If anything is to change about your current state of relationship with Soonyoung, the leap of faith required rests on your shoulders. Are you willing to do whatever it takes to change these odds?

You already know the answer without needing to think about it. When it comes to Soonyoung, it’s the only answer.

Yes.

With renewed determination, you take the leap, even as he sleeps soundly in your arms, hoping that your words may reach him. That somehow, your words will be enough.

“I love you, Kwon Soonyoung,” you whisper and place your lips on his, in a soft yet intimate kiss. “I always have and I always will. I’m yours, in whatever way you’ll have me.”

A moment after your confession, exhaustion sets in and you allow it to lead you to slumber. As soon as your breathing evens out and you’re sure to have fallen asleep, Soonyoung’s eyes fly open, his heart thundering in his chest.

Little do you know, Soonyoung had been awake when you freely confessed your feelings, hearing every word you uttered and feeling the truth in your kiss. 

Sighing heavily, he understands that he has a decision to make, one that will forever alter the way things are between you both. Soonyoung can only hope that he makes the right decision.

It’s no surprise for you to wake up next to the cold and empty sheet beside you, nor to find the note on his pillow. This is Soonyoung’s signature move and you’ve grown accustomed to it by now. What is surprising though, are the words Soonyoung leaves on the note this time around.

I heard what you said last night when you thought I was asleep. Every single word.

Adrenaline courses through your veins, making you sit up, awake and scrambling to understand the meaning behind his words as you read the note over and over. He heard you. He knows. 

Breathing erratically, you flip the note over to see the back of it, hoping that something else is written there, a declaration of love perhaps, or anything at all, but there’s nothing. Unsure of what this means, your body sags back onto the mattress, and for the first time in a long time, you tears fall at the thought of not having Soonyoung in your life.

A month passes without any word from Soonyoung, especially with you deciding not to seek him out and letting fate play things out. Of course, it hurts like hell, but you are far too stubborn to quit, hoping that everything will finally work out in your favour.

Even when the thought comes to mind, Niki is there to remind you to stay strong. After you explained everything that’s been going on between you and Soonyoung, she finally discovered why you’re in the mess that you’re in and gives you the scolding you deserve. Knowing that you’re finally attempting to change things to improve your relationship, Niki reminds you that no matter what the world throws at you and Soonyoung, you always end up together. She firmly believes that this will continue to be the case and you wish to be as confident as her.

Sighing for the nth time, you adjust the clothes that you’re wearing for the day, especially with an important meeting on your calendar, one that you definitely can’t miss even though it’s on a weekend. Grabbing your hand bag from the rack, you take a deep breath to calm yourself before heading out the door.

Except you’re unable to exit because you find something blocking your path.

Not something. Someone.

Kwon Soonyoung, himself.

Standing outside your door in all his glory, Soonyoung flashes you his killer smile, one that you can’t help but mirror as you melt into a puddle in front of him.

“Hi,” Soonyoung greets with a smirk. “It's been awhile, hasn’t it?”

Swallowing whatever’s left of your pride, you reply hesitantly, unsure of where the conversation is going to as the note he left flashes in your mind. “You’re right, it has. Um, you look… good?”

“Not as good as you.”

Neither of you make a move to speak after that, too busy staring and drinking each other in. Soonyoung breaks the trance first, his gaze landing on the bag that’s hanging off your shoulder before surveying the rest of your outfit.

“Off to work on a Saturday?” he asks warily. Having made up his mind already, Soonyoung decides to test you one last time, wanting to make sure that he’s making the right decision.

“I am,” you answer honestly, even though the thought of work and the meeting are far from your mind.

Soonyoung takes a deep breath and places the ball on your court. “Since I’m here,” he pauses, but forces himself to continue despite his nerves. “You should… I don't know, like, call up your boss. Probably take the day off. Maybe we could change the odds?”

With a smile, you fish the phone out of your purse and call your boss without a second thought. “Hey Jeonghan, I can’t make it today,” you say with no hesitation in your voice whatsoever. “Something came up. Yes, I know it’s the most important meeting of my career, but trust me, it’s not as important as this.”

Just like all those times before, Soonyoung doesn’t wait till you hang up the phone before his lips crash against yours, barely able to contain himself as he ushers you back into your apartment. With insistent lips, he makes up for all the times he spent not kissing you.

“God, I’m so in love with you,” Soonyoung declares. Beaming, you pull him in and deepen your kiss.

“Prove it,” you challenge, laughing with joy.

Prove it, he does.

Author's Note: I hope you guys enjoyed it! Please let me know what you think :)

© nonrevblr 2022

Warnings: size kink, strength kink, oral f. and m. rec., throat holding, couch assisted face sitting, fingering, clit stim, multiple orgasms, discussion of sti testing and contraception, dirty talk, praise kink, lil bit of degradation, condomless piv sex, brief guided fem. masturbation, squirting, kinda breeding kink but no impreg

Reader Notes: has breasts and vagina, wap, no gendered pronouns or petnames used (baby, angel, sweetheart), gets picked up by gyu

Mingyu tugs you to your apartment, making you jog to keep up with him, and waits as patiently as he can for you to unlock the door. You love that after just two days, he’s calling your place ‘home’. 

You’re not about to correct him, not when you’d referred to it as his home too, and you only hope he’ll be here often enough for it to feel like one. 

You have a feeling he will be, just by the way he can navigate your living room with his eyes closed, finding his way to the couch and pulling you down to sit on his lap. He reaches behind his neck to take hold of his shirt, yanking it over his head and exposing his beautiful, lush pecs and abs to you.

You don’t know where to look, so you let your eyes fall closed as he pulls your shirt up a few inches, letting you remove it the rest of the way. He’s so warm, and his thighs are so big, and you think if you just could straddle one, you could maybe maybe maybe-

“Are we going too fast?” Mingyu breaks the kiss to ask, sincerity clear in his voice.

“Not for me, are we going too fast for you?” you respond, ready to pull away if that’s the case. 

“No, no, no baby, this is perfect. You’re perfect,” you feel yourself flush at the way he’s looking at you, with all the love and lust in the world, like you hung the moon and the stars just for him, and you could sink to your knees and swallow his dick right now if he’d let you. 

Actually, that sounds like it could be kind of nice. 

“Gyu, could I… I mean, do you think I could-,” you just can’t make yourself ask, it feels too new to put yourself out there like this. 

“What, sweetheart? You can do anything you want to me, I need you to know that,” Mingyu reassures you, and your brain catches on anything, comes up with ten different scenarios, but you try to focus. 

“I want to suck your dick. Can I?” you ask quietly, feeling your pussy clench when his head drops back to rest against the couch and his hips jump up into you, bumping his hardening dick right into your clit. 

“You- are you sure?” Mingyu confirms, openly in disbelief, brushing a thumb along your cheekbone then tracing it over your bottom lip, his gaze flickering down to follow it. He sucks in a breath when your tongue darts out to lick at the tip, and his eyes go half-lidded, his lips parting and his chin tilting forward as he mirrors your movements with his own tongue, running it along his bottom lip. 

“I’m sure,” you whisper, your lips moving against his thumb, making him shiver, before you climb off his lap and slide down to the floor, your hands running up and down his thighs. 

Mingyu leans over to get a pillow, waiting for you to shove it under your knees before lifting his hips to pull his gym shorts down. He’s still wearing boxer briefs, but he’s so hard the head is peeking out of the waistband, an uncomfortable shade of purplish brown and seeping precum already.

It’s entrancing, the way his thighs clench the closer your hands get to his dick, intoxicating, the shiver that rockets through his body when your fingers pet the head of his cock, exhilarating, the moan that escapes him when you pull his boxers down to rest snug beneath his balls and wrap your hand around him. 

Your fingers can’t touch, his girth shocking to you. You’d figured his dick would match the rest of him, but you weren’t prepared for this. He’s thick, curved deliciously, long enough to nearly touch his belly button, and your pussy clenches at the thought of his massive cock splitting you open.

You’ll have to be wet, insanely wet, for him to fit.

You have lube but honestly, you’re starting to think you may not need it with the slick dripping into your panties already, and you lick your lips as you tilt his cock toward your mouth. 

Mingyu breathes quickly, air rushing into his lungs and getting pushed out, and you watch his chest rise and fall, his abs contract with every breath, enraptured. 

You remind yourself of the goal here, and lick gently over the seam of his cock, dipping your tongue in to gather precum and drag it down his length, reveling in the shudder that rocks his body. 

He moans from deep in his chest when you close your lips around him, hold him in your mouth until you’re used to the intrusion, using your spit and his precum to jerk off what’s not being sucked.

You feed him into your throat slowly, swallowing around the bulk of him, looking up to find his teary eyes locked on you. He breathes out your name, wrapped in swears and adoration, and his hand drifts down to cup your jaw, body leaning forward slightly so he can have a better view of you with his cock down your throat. 

His fingers tap your neck, and he groans at the pressure on his dick, his hips jumping minutely, not enough for you to choke but enough for you to feel his cock push a bit deeper into your throat. You’ve got nearly half of him in your mouth now, and you’re not sure you can get the rest, narrow your eyes and widen your lips, working him further bit by bit. 

When your eyes water, Mingyu’s hand shifts to the front of your neck, gently holding you still, and your gaze flutters up to find his. 

You meet his eyes, and Mingyu swallows a moan, gritting out, “Don’t push yourself baby, you don’t have to fit it all the first time. I think I’ll cum if you do, anyway,” he laughs raggedly, his jaw clenching and his tongue swiping at his lip. 

You nod, hollowing your cheeks and humming around him, and suddenly he pushes you off, gripping the base of his cock so tightly it looks painful, curling up over you to rest his forehead on yours as he tries to hold off his orgasm. 

“I think that’s enough of that,” Mingyu pants brokenly, still clutching his dick with an iron fist, and slides down to rest his back on the couch and pull you to kneel between his knees. 

You decide to give him some time to recover, undoing your bra, wiggling out of your uniform pants and underwear, and tossing them all to the side, missing the way Mingyu stares at you. 

You don’t miss it when you turn back though, your eyes growing wide when you find his gaze is locked on your body. His eyes rove over your breasts, your hard nipples, the way your thighs flatten and spread with you sit on your knees, the glisten between your thighs, and you shiver.

Nobody’s ever looked at you like this, so intently, so indulgently, so insatiably, and you can feel yourself getting wetter with the weight of his eyes on you. 

“Baby, do you think you could do me a favor?” Mingyu asks absently, his eyes still stuck between your thighs. 

You nod, shifting on your knees and delighting in the gasp he lets escape when they open wider, waiting for him to tell you what he wants. 

“Can you stand up, and put your knee over my shoulder, on the couch?” His hands help guide you, stabilizing you with his grip on your hips as you stand on one leg, resting your knee on the edge of the couch cushion.

You’re so close to him like this, your wet pussy just inches from his face, and you feel your cheeks heat when he takes in a deep breath and licks his lips, staring at you with a heat-filled gaze. 

“Can I make you cum like this?” Mingyu whispers, the movement of his lips disturbing the air near your pussy, and now it’s your turn to shiver, and breathe a yes, Gyu, and try to stay strong as he licks into you. His tongue runs between your folds, spreading you open slowly and dipping into your entrance, dragging your wetness up to your clit.

You feel him sigh, feel him mumbling into your pussy about how hot you are and how wet you are and how good you taste, and your knee starts to shake, making him shift one hand under your ass to hold you up. 

Fuck, he’s so strong, and you can’t keep your hips from tilting onto his face, can’t stop yourself from grinding your cunt on his tongue.

You’re about to apologize but he moans out, “Put your other knee up, baby, please,” and you can’t do anything but comply, trusting him to hold your weight as you shift your other leg onto the couch,  “Hold onto the back, yeah, like that, perfect, sweetheart.”

You’re still sitting up on your knees, gripping the back of your sofa with nervous hands, when he shuffles back a bit further and lays his head on the cushion, his mouth open for you. 

You can’t move though, look down at him between your thighs and feel like you can’t breathe, until his fingers dig into your hips and pull you onto his face. 

One of your hands leaves the couch to delve into his hair, grounding you and letting you feel exactly what his tongue is doing. You’re pretty sure it’s spelling his name, and if it were anyone else, you’d roll your eyes, but it’s Mingyu, so you just moan and cry and work your hips over his face, encouraged by the grip he still has on them.

He sucks your clit into his mouth, pursing his lips so every movement feels concentrated, and rubs his tongue over you over and over and over again. You feel one hand drifting to the inside of your thighs, and, hiccuping in a breath, you nod down at him, sighing as one of his fingers sinks inside. 

You can feel Mingyu groan at the feeling, the vibrations and his hot breath send you hurtling toward the edge, and he slides in another finger as soon as you open up enough, curls them when his knuckles brush your entrance, searching for that one spot inside you, the one you’ve never been able to find on your own. 

You buckle over him when he hits it, whine into his hair when he taps it with his fingers insistently, cry out when he sucks your clit harder between his lips, break when he groans into your pussy again. Your hearing cuts out a bit, static filling your mind as your walls contract around his fingers, and you can feel slick gushing out around them, dripping onto his face. 

You think Mingyu will let up, but he doesn’t, making you sit upright enough to meet his eyes, the look in them just as hazy as your own, and he notches up an eyebrow, stilling his movements until you nod weakly. 

He ramps back up immediately, sliding another finger in and curling the tips into your g-spot, spreading all three to open you up for his cock, releasing your clit from his mouth and gently laving his tongue over it to make you squirm. 

The light pressure is just what you need right now, his fingers so much longer and thicker than yours or any of your toys, and you think maybe, just maybe, you could cum from penetration alone, just this once. 

Why should you though, you think, as he wiggles a fourth finger inside and drags his tongue over your swollen bundle of nerves, tap tap tapping until you tighten up around him and cum again. 

It’s not as strong this time, mostly just a pleasant wave washing over you, and you relax further onto Mingyu’s face when he doesn’t stop, lean into the wet pressure on your throbbing clit, into the delicious stretch of your pussy around his fingers. 

This time, he keeps them curled, pressed into the rough patch of nerves inside you, and worries your clit with his lips.

You think you might be crying, it feels so good, and when you open your mouth to whine, you start to babble instead. 

“Your mouth, fuck, Gyu, you’re so fucking-,” you break off with a gasp as he moans loudly into you, the vibrations much more intense with your clit sandwiched between his lips, and you realize he likes this. He likes hearing how you feel, hearing how you sound when he’s making you feel it, so you keep talking. 

“You’re so good, Mingyu, love your mouth, so perfect,” he whimpers, his fingers hooking into you and jerking back and forth, his teeth brushing over your clit, just on the right side of intense. 

You can feel it rising in you again, more of a tsunami than a wave this time, and just before he pushes you over the edge, you feel him say something into your pussy, something that you can’t quite make out. 

But you don’t have the brain power to spare, every neuron caught up in the fingers digging into your g-spot, the mouth suctioned around your clit, the ridiculously hot man beneath you, as you cum with a wail. 

You flood him this time, your hips bucking into and away from his touch, and Mingyu somehow knows you’ve had enough for now, slowing his fingers and gentling his mouth, until your pussy unclenches enough for him to pull them out and help you down from the couch. 

He pulls you into his lap, rocking you slightly and petting your hair, whispering, “So pretty baby, so fucking pretty when you cum, I just wanted to see it over and over again.” 

You might be shaking a bit, but you’re not sure because you still feel so floaty, drifting even anchored as you are by his thick arms, and he keeps whispering sweet nothings to you, bringing you back down to earth. 

You hear him ask, “Done for tonight, sweetheart? Ready for bed?” but he didn’t even cum when you sucked his dick, and you’ll be damned if you don’t feel him stretch you open tonight. 

“No, Mingyu, I want you to fuck me, please,” you whine, feel him bite his lip, feel his cock twitch under you, but he still seems reluctant. 

“You just came three times, babe, are you sure you’re not too sensitive?”

“I’m sure, Gyu, I’ve never had a cock as big as yours, never even seen one as big as yours, I wanna feel it,” you whisper into his neck, pressing kisses into his soft skin, sucking little marks along the way. 

Mingyu mutters, “Evil evil evil, you’ll be the death of me, fuck,” and you can’t stop the giggle, laughing harder when he hisses a swear and pinches your hip in retribution. 

“Shit,” he groans, “I don’t have any condoms.”

You think for a bit, weighing your options, and remember that you’d gotten tested at your last checkup. Everything came up negative, and your IUD is effective for three more years, so…

“When was the last time you got tested?” You ask tentatively.

“Last month, Chan was scared to go alone so we all went, I was negative for everything,” Mingyu responds slowly, like he knows where you’re going and is too scared to hope. 

“Okay, so I don’t normally do this, I mean I don’t do this at all because I don’t really date or do casual sex but that’s not the point, the point is, I’m negative too and I have an IUD, so… we could skip the condom.”

“What’s an IUD?” Mingyu asks apprehensively, biting his lips between his teeth in embarrassment that he’d had to ask. 

“Um, we’ll do a whole sex ed thing later but basically, it’s a little metal T shaped rod that goes into my cervix and blocks sperm from getting into my uterus. It’s the most effective form of birth control,” you’re almost too horny to worry about how the system has failed him. Almost.

“That’s so cool, I didn’t even know that was a thing,” Mingyu sighs, bringing you into a kiss and running his hand over your head until he can cup the back of your neck. 

“Yeah, it’s great, can you- can we-,” Again, you can’t bring yourself to say it, hoping that comfort will come with time and he’ll know what you mean until it does. 

“Sure, baby, I’ll fuck you now,” Mingyu grins, repositioning you so you’re straddling his lap with your arms around his neck, your legs spread over his hips and his dick brushing against your folds. 

You shiver, and he chuckles, gripping your hip and grinding your wet pussy on him, bucking his hips into you in a crude imitation of what you need. 

“That’s what you want, right, baby? Want me to fuck you so bad, you’ll let me in without a condom?” 

He grins as he slides his hands onto your ass, grabbing fistfuls of your flesh and lifting you until you’re far enough from his lap to position his dick. Nodding down, Mingyu waits for you to get over your shyness and hold his cock up, bringing you forward and back until the head catches on your entrance and he can start to slip inside. 

It’s a tight fit, your pussy stretching to its limits around his girth, but it feels so fucking good, he feels so fucking good. 

You must feel good too, you guess, because Mingyu drops his head to your shoulder, gasping hot breaths against your skin, and you feel him whispering, “Perfect, my perfect, pretty baby, shit, my sweet fucking angel,” he gasps when your cunt swallows three more inches in one go, your walls clamping tight enough to lock him inside. 

“You’re so fucking warm, baby, so hot and tight and wet around me, goddamn perfect for me,” Mingyu groans, voice raspy and deep and so hot.

He’s so big inside you, you can feel him in your throat, and you can’t even respond to him when he asks, “You good, sweetheart? Too much?” 

His hands start raising you off of him, but you try to shake your head, gasping, “Fine, I’m fine, it’s good, promise.” 

You sink down on the rest at your pace, fitting as much as you possibly can, before looking down to find the fat base of his cock peeking out of your pussy, and your walls flutter around him at the sight, making him whine into your neck. 

You start to rise and fall, but you can’t get the height you need to really fuck yourself on his dick, and you whisper, “Gyu, help me, please,” grinning when you feel his hands firm on your hips and lift you up. 

He shuffles to press his back fully against the couch, unfolding his legs and hefting yours in the crooks of his elbows, until he has you spread out above him and can start fucking into you from below. 

Mingyu thrusts into you slowly, lifting his hips into yours and pulling you down at the same time, so he bottoms out with every stroke. You can’t believe he fit his whole cock in you, but the three orgasms and four fingers he’d given you before must have helped, because now he can glide inside you.

He starts fucking you harder, faster, jackhammering his hips up and letting gravity bring you down on him, and you hold on for dear life, whimpering when he starts talking again. 

“I could barely get four fingers in your pussy, and I really didn’t think you’d be able to take my cock, but look at you, my pretty angel, taking it all,” Mingyu grunts, pulling his face from your neck to tilt his head against the couch, just like before, and everything feels heightened with him gazing at you like this. 

He’s still looking at you like you with all the lust and love in the world, and now you think you might know what he’d said into your pussy earlier, but you think you’ll let him say it in his own time. 

Which you suppose is now, as he moans, “Fucking love you, sweetheart, you know that, right?” and fucks into you deeper. 

You gasp, both at the depth and his words, and nod, tears brimming in your eyes as you feel yourself get closer and closer. 

“Don’t say it back, okay? Not like this,” he grinds out, “I need your help though, need you to make yourself cum, I’m right there, please, baby.”

One hand leaves his neck to drift down your body, giving your nipple a teasing tug just to see how his face crumples in pout, and when your fingers find your clit, you clench down on him so hard you know he can barely move.

That’s okay though, because you’re cumming. You’re cumming and you can barely hear anything, barely see Gyu right in front of you, can only feel your pussy molding to the shape of his massive dick. 

It doesn’t feel like the others, feels sharper somehow, like it’s rising from deep inside you, burning almost, and the next time he pulls his dick out, your wetness sprays over his stomach, plugged up again immediately by his cock as he whimpers, his cock twitching and shooting hot white cum inside you, filling you up and drawing out your orgasm. 

You’ve never seen someone cum so prettily before, his plush pink lips falling open on an amorous groan, his messy hair brushing over his forehead, the long tendons in his neck straining. If he didn’t just dump what feels like a month’s worth of cum in you, you’d ask him to do it again. 

As it is, though, you’re starting to feel a bit uncomfortable with his dick plugging you up, still hard and throbbing inside you, and everything soaking wet, from you and from him.

All you know is that you need a shower, asap, and probably the number for a good carpet cleaner. 

Mingyu can tell, before you even say anything, standing up with you still in his arms and trekking to the bathroom, starting the shower and waiting there patiently, just swaying with your legs spread open and flung over his arms. 

“That was… fucking amazing, baby, holy shit,” he breathes into the steam rapidly filling the bathroom, letting you down onto the toilet and testing the temperature of the shower with an hand. He flinches, turns it down a bit and gets in, and you wait until what you hope is the majority of his cum drips out of you before joining him. 

He’s washing his hair, head fully out of the range of the shower, and you press yourself to his back, wrapping your arms around his stomach and heaving a great sigh. 

“You okay, angel? I didn’t go too hard on you, right?” Mingyu asks with his head turned to the side, bubbles trailing down his soft, toned flesh. 

“I’m perfect, Gyu, just sleepy,” you mumble into his spine, finishing with a kiss to his vertebra. You’re starting to drift, but you think you hear him say “Yeah, baby, you are perfect,” and you let a gentle smile spread over your face and nuzzle deeper into him. 

He unlocks your arms from his waist and turns around, cupping your face with his big, warm hands, and trying to blink out the shampoo when it drips into his eyes. He swears, crouching so the water can run over his head until it clears of the suds, and scrubbing his eyes until he can see again. 

“Want me to wash your hair?” Mingyu asks softly, gathering you up in his arms. 

“No, but can you wash my face? It’s that one,” you point half-heartedly at your cleanser, hoping he’ll be able to figure it out, and sighing when you smell it, knowing he’s found the right one. 

His fingers are gentle on your skin, swirling over the curves of your face, avoiding your eyes and lips before carefully rinsing your face clean with water cupped in his hands. He rinses between your legs too, pressing lightly with his fingers to make sure you’re free of cum (on the outside at least), and shuts the shower off, scrubbing his hair with a towel and roughly drying himself off before passing the towel over your skin much more delicately. 

Mingyu leads you back to your room, helping you climb into your pajamas and then into bed, going off to find his boxers. He lumbers through the door, soreness from the game and fucking the living daylights out of you catching up to him, and slides into bed next to you. 

There’s no inching this time, Mingyu just barrel rolls over until he’s practically on top of you, tugs you into his arms and lets out a satisfied groan. 

“Let me make breakfast tomorrow?” Mingyu asks sleepily, his voice raspy, and you nod into his chest, snuggling closer.

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Warnings: my lack of knowledge about basketball, overprotective gyu, swearing, food/eating, allusion to lack of safety on college campuses, making out

Reader Notes: no gendered pronouns or petnames used, wears a dress and bra at one point, one of their shirts is small on gyu, gets picked up briefly by gyu

They’ve already been practicing for an hour on the outdoor court when you finally let your gaze find Mingyu. Keeping your eyes off of his jumpshots and layovers was difficult, but worth it, when he looks like he does. 

Fuck, he’s so hot, you think, frantically looking elsewhere when Mingyu glances over at you. 

He’s cocky enough, you don’t need him knowing you can’t seem to take your eyes off of him now that you’ve finally allowed yourself to look. 

He’s just so buff, and large, and now he’s glistening with sweat, and his hair is so pretty. That little bang of his drives you crazy, and you truly have no explanation as to why you’re desperate to reach over and tuck it behind his ear, but you think you just might sell your soul for the chance. 

You probably wouldn’t have to though, if the way Mingyu looks at you says anything. 

He’s always had a little crush on you, even before you started having feelings for him, and that’s why you stay away. It’s unfair to him, probably, to think this way, but he’s just too hot to be so kind and smart and funny too, there has to be a catch. 

You know it’s not that he’s a playboy, because you’ve seen him at a million post game parties and he’s never been with anyone but the guys, never left with anyone but the designated driver. 

You know he’s not a bad person, evidenced by him constantly topping the team’s volunteer hours list, and the ‘little brother’ he brings to half the games. 

You know he’s respectful, waiting to see if you want to answer a question in class before he raises his hand, making sure you have a ride home after every game and won’t have to walk across campus in the dark. 

And fuck, the time Mingyu found out you did walk home alone after a game…

He’d pulled you aside after class, his hand warm in the crook of your elbow, tighter than you were used to. The look on his face made your blood run cold; you’d never seen him like that before, fuming, disappointed, but frightened too. 

You didn’t think it was that big a deal, your apartment is just off campus, and the walk home from the stadium is only about fifteen minutes, but it’s not always safe to walk alone in the dark, especially after a big game. 

Mingyu told you that, and more, before grabbing your hand in his massive grip and tucking your fingers down, leaving your pinky out, linking it with his, and making you promise never to do it again. He’d said that no afterparty was worth you getting hurt, and that if you didn’t have a ride he’d walk you home himself. 

You made sure you had a way home every game after, knowing you couldn’t risk that kind of one on one time with him. 

It doesn’t help though, doesn’t stop Mingyu from narrowing his eyes at you to determine if you’re telling the truth, doesn’t keep him from reminding you of the pinky promise, doesn’t release you from the text he’d also made you promise to send him once you get home safely. 

He’s stuck closer to you ever since then too, finding you at parties, and sitting next to you in class, and looking for you on the sidelines after making the winning basket. 

You don’t really know what to do with it, just give him a wave with the red solo cup in your hand, and shift your pens over so he has more space on the desk, and shoot him a smile and a high five, which he always returns with the cutest grin on his face. 

Your focus abruptly returns to practice when shouts erupt, the sound of cheers and ass smacks echoing through the court. Mingyu’s eyes swivel, like he’s looking for something, and he beams when he finds you already looking at him. 

His hand reaches up, palm facing towards you, and you instinctively smile and reach your hand up too, returning his high five. He bounces on his feet, shaking hands with Wonwoo, who you assume he’d successfully faked out and dunked on. 

You don’t mean to encourage him, but you’d rebuffed him once, just shot him a thumbs up, and the way his smile fell near cleaved your heart in two. After that, you simply couldn’t ignore him. 

And it looks like you won’t be able to ignore him tonight either, you think, as he jogs toward you, smug at having caught you looking. 

“Hey babe,” Mingyu pants excitedly, reaching down to squeeze your hand, “Can you believe that? I never score over Wonwoo!”

That’s another thing. He always calls you babe, or baby, or sweetheart, or darling, and you always try ridiculously hard not to let him see that it makes your heart skip. 

You’re getting better at it, you think, grinning at Mingyu and responding, “Must be your lucky night.”

Oh shit, that was flirtier than you meant it to be. 

Mingyu latches onto it though, stepping closer and asking, “If it’s my lucky night, how about we grab some ice cream after this?“

How can you tell him no this time? There’s gotta be a-

“Sure!”

Okay well. Your mouth worked before your brain did. But you can’t take it back now, Mingyu just looks too happy. 

His eyes squint gleefully at you, canines pushing against his bottom lip with the force of his smile, and he reaches down to grab your other hand, swinging them from side to side. 

“Mingyu, back to work!” Coach shouts from across the court, and Mingyu yells an apology from over his shoulder, giving your hands one last squeeze before letting go and jogging backward, keeping his eyes on you until he needs to turn around. 

Fuck, your heart is racing. 

Practice goes smoothly, Mingyu making it his mission to score over Wonwoo as much as possible, and subsequently failing that mission. He’s a bit pouty as you walk to his car, swinging the keys around his finger and letting his footsteps land a bit heavier than normal. He always does his best to make himself seem a bit small around you, and you’re not sure why. 

You love how big he is, love how he towers over everyone, how other people disappear behind him, how one of his steps is the equivalent of 2 of someone else’s. You think he does too, but not around you for some reason. 

You’re still thinking about it as he opens the passenger seat door, and you thank him absentmindedly, managing somehow to climb into his suv even with your focus miles away. 

The slamming of his car door brings you out of it, and you look over to find him staring at you intently. 

“Did you hear me, baby?” Mingyu asks with concern.

“Oh, um no, sorry, Gyu. What did you say?” You turn to him, feeling a bit bad for spacing out like that and giving him your full attention.

“It’s okay, darlin’, I asked if you wanted Ben and Jerry’s or Cold Stone, they’re both just off campus.”

“Ooooh, um,” you take a second to think, weighing your options and what you had last and what each one has over the other. You take ice cream very seriously. 

“Cold Stone tonight, I think. I like how they smush it all together,” you respond finally, appreciating that Mingyu’s gaze never left you and he didn’t seem to get annoyed at your thinking time. 

He nods seriously and with approval, shifting gears and placing his massive hand on your headrest to reverse out of the parking spot. He smells so good, fresh out of the shower, and his hair is still damp, drops of water trailing down his neck to dampen the collar of his t-shirt. 

You’re not used to being so close to him; he’s affectionate but you’re usually able to keep a bit of distance. There’s nowhere for you to go now. 

You chat easily, Mingyu asking how your project for your shared class is going, you asking him if he thinks they’ll make it to the championships this year, him confidently saying they will but if they don’t, you’ll have to go out with him to make him feel better. You respond that of course you will, it’s your duty as their student athletic trainer to heal his wounds, and it’s too late to backtrack when you realize you’ve just agreed to a date. 

Hell, you’re already on the way one, what’s one more?

Your possible second date turns into your possible third date when you agree to let Mingyu take you out to dinner tomorrow night. 

He’d eaten his ice cream so voraciously, yet thoughtfully, spooning out huge bites but taking his time to work through them, enjoying every add in and sprinkle. You’re not sure why it made such an impact on you, but it only got worse when he gathered up both of your empty cups and took them to the trash, returning with napkins coated in hand sanitizer to clean up any melted ice cream on the table. 

You realized how careful Mingyu is with everything he does, how considerate, and you wonder if maybe you’ve been protecting yourself for nothing this whole time. 

He’s always been just as careful and considerate with you, and you’d thought there must be something bad to balance out all the good, but now you’re not so sure. 

You’re even less sure when he pulls up outside of your apartment, parking and promising to pick you up tomorrow morning and take you to class, then to get your car after. 

“I just don’t want you driving and parking alone so late at night, do you mind?” he asked, and you know he would take you to your car right now if you wanted, but oddly enough, you don’t. 

“No, Gyu, I don’t mind,” you smile softly at him, and let him jog around the SUV to open your door and help you step down. 

He walks you all the way up to your apartment, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and thanking you for letting him take you out. You make him promise to text you when he gets home, and he beams, biting his lips to try to hide the smile at first before letting it light up his face, and you know you’re in trouble. 

By the shadow under the door, you can tell he waits until you’re fully locked up to return to his car, and you’re still trying to pretend you’re not singing love songs in your head when your phone buzzes. 

made it home xoxo gyu

Mingyu’s early to pick you up, so you let him hang out in your apartment while you finish getting ready. 

He wanders around for a bit, checking out the knick knacks in your bookshelf, investigating your appliance situation, asking if you’ll let him cook for you tonight instead. You say yes without thinking about what exactly that entails - having Mingyu in your flat, at night, with candles probably, and wine because you know how to entertain a guest, and he’ll be cooking, in your kitchen, and he’ll likely want to wear an apron because he’s adorable and thorough like that, and you’ll be fucked. 

The careful distance you’ve kept from him is narrowing, the walls you built brick by cynical brick crumbling, and you really want to say you hate it, but you don’t. 

It’s easy, letting him get close to you.

It’s easy letting him buy you your favorite iced coffee before class, because of course he knows your order. It’s easy letting him carry your books, just because he wants to. It’s easy kicking him under the table when he makes under the breath jokes that threaten to disturb class. 

It’s easy letting him kiss you on the cheek when he drops you off at your car, easy letting him open your door and pull you into a hug before seeing you off. Easy letting him pick the meal and do the grocery shopping for tonight, setting the date for 6 PM. 

Even worse, it’s easy to let yourself be excited, to let yourself do your hair and just a little makeup, to wear a better bra than usual, to maybe try on a cute little flouncy dress that you know will break his brain, considering he’s only ever seen you in day clothes and the athletic trainer uniform. 

What’s not easy is sitting there, at 5:35 PM, anxiously waiting for him to arrive. It’s funny how you used to feel better being further away from him, and now you fear you’ll never want to be away from him again. 

Mingyu arrives at 5:50 on the dot, like he got here early and waited as long as he could, until it was a socially acceptable amount of early. He bounces on his toes as he bursts through the door, dropping a kiss to your forehead even with his arms full of groceries. It looks like he bought enough to feed the whole team, and you’re tempted to tease but he just looks so excited. 

He explains his idea for the meal as he unloads the bags, lining everything up, telling you how much he loves cooking mise en place, and managing to not sound pretentious at all. He stutters a bit when he realizes what you’re wearing, eyes traveling up and down your legs, catching just barely on your breasts, and you smile serenely at him as he shifts behind the counter and asks where you keep your spices. 

He’s adorable, in his black polo and jeans, massive form moving through your small kitchen like he’s cooked you dinner a million times, and it’s hard not to imagine him here, to want him here, every week. Or every night, your subconscious whispers.

Dinner is delicious, Mingyu gifted in the kitchen in a way you hadn’t expected, and as you wash dishes side by side, bumping hips and singing to the radio, you think maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to let him love you. 

You watch a movie together, nothing scary because Mingyu doesn’t like horror, and snuggle up on the couch. He’s so warm, and so large, and the perfect cuddling companion. He falls asleep halfway through, massive body tipping over, and you’d let him lay on you, you would, but he’s too fucking heavy, so you get up and gently guide him down to rest on the cushions. Tugging a blanket over him, you settle at the end of the couch, just enough space left free with Mingyu’s knees tucked to his chest as they are, and settle in.

It’s dark when you wake up, Mingyu and your TV still asleep, and you know he’ll ache tomorrow if he stays on your couch. You rub your hand up and down his arm, whispering his name, and he smiles as he blinks awake, his arms opening in a stretch and then wrapping around you. He shifts to his back, tugging you on top of him and sighing at the weight of you on his chest, “Do you think I could sleep here tonight?” 

“Yeah, Gyu, I was gonna ask,” you respond softly, and he hums, his arms relaxing around you but resting heavier on your back. 

“Wait, don’t fall asleep again,” he shakes his head, blearily opening his eyes and staring at you with a confused pout.

“Come on, you can sleep with me,” you whisper, trying to crawl off of him, but he smirks, biting his lip with those canines, and you roll your eyes, “Sleep in my bed, with me.”

He giggles, “I knew what you meant, I was just teasing.”

He gets up, holding you to him and walking with your feet on top of his in the direction of your bedroom, stalling when he’s unsure of which door to open. You point, and he shuffles into your room, depositing you at the end of your bed before climbing in. 

You’re still in the dress, which feels a bit uncomfy now, and your bra, which is ridiculously uncomfy now, so you grab some pajamas and head to the bathroom. 

You change and wash up quickly, returning to find Mingyu standing next to the bed. 

“Why’d you get up? What’s wrong?” you ask, hanging up your dress and putting your bra away, biting back a smile at how he averts his eyes from your underwear drawer. 

“I just was wondering if you would mind if I slept in my boxers, these jeans aren’t really for sleeping,” he asks sheepishly, sighing in relief at your nod and unbuttoning his pants as soon as you turn your back. 

“I think I have an old team shirt too, if you don’t want to sleep in the polo,” you offer, digging through your drawers and finding a shirt you think will fit him. You toss it over your shoulder, knowing he’ll catch it, and that you’re not ready to see him shirtless yet.

You turn just as he’s tugging it over his torso, and your mouth dries at the way it stretches across his chest, wrinkling over his pecs, falling slightly loose on his waist, giving just a hint of his abs. 

You are not God’s strongest soldier, you know this, but you didn’t think you’d be tested in this way so soon. 

Adamantly avoiding looking at his evil, luscious body, you walk around the bed and climb into your side, waiting for him to join you before turning off the lamp on your nightstand. 

He scoots closer, inch by inch, until he can stretch his hand across the sheets and tuck his pinky beneath yours, and what are you supposed to do with that, except close the distance and wrap his hand up in yours and snuggle between his arms, shoving your face in his chest. 

Mingyu sighs immediately, relaxing and tugging you closer, whispering a goodnight into your hair, and promptly knocking out. 

It takes you a bit longer, his body heat making you warmer than you usually like, but you wouldn’t pull away for anything and eventually fall asleep, cocooned in his arms. 

Mingyu’s snoring when you wake up, still in the position you’d fallen asleep in. You have to pee, and your stomach is growling, so you wiggle out of his arms, replacing your body with your pillow and sneaking to the bathroom. 

You shuffle into the kitchen, quietly pulling out the waffle mix and iron, and some bacon and eggs. You know he normally eats a lot, and with the game tonight, he needs to fill up, so you scramble eight of the eggs and fry up half the bacon.

The waffle iron is steaming when Mingyu stumbles in, rubbing his eyes and tugging the shirt down every time it rides up. He beams sleepily at you, leaning over the counter to press a kiss to your lips, and you freeze. He putters around the kitchen, putting dishes away and starting the coffee maker, and you wonder when everything got so fucking domestic.

It’d be a lie to say you mind, this is what you were scared Mingyu wouldn’t want, the type of relationship where you cook together and fall asleep early, and crawl into bed late, and wake up to cook for whoever’s still asleep.

You’d been scared he was just like all the other college guys you’ve tried to be with - lying about wanting the relationship part when they were only interested in sex, leaving you alone every night unless you wanted to netflix and chill. 

Yet here Mingyu is, expertly navigating your kitchen, pecking you on the lips then turning to make you coffee.

He hasn’t put his hands on you without you making the first move, hasn’t tried to feel you up or anything, but you think you’d let him if he wanted to, hell, if he doesn’t ask soon you think you will. 

You eat breakfast quietly, Mingyu playing with your fingers and shoveling food into his mouth. He grins at you through a mouthful of waffle, laughing at the way you cringe, and kicks your feet with his. 

He has to leave soon, for a run and then practice with the team, and you dread how empty your apartment will feel without him. 

“So, what changed?” Mingyu asks, startling you. 

“What do you mean, Gyu?” you ask, fearing you already know, stabbing scrambled eggs with your fork and chewing slowly so you can stall.

“You’ve been pushing me away for months. But you didn’t last night, or the night before. I just was wondering… what changed?” he inquires softly, nervously, not sure he wants to know the answer. 

You realize you haven’t been giving him enough credit, that he’s much more perceptive than you expected, or maybe you haven’t been as subtle as you thought. 

“I was,” you take in a deep breath, preparing to be honest with him, and yourself, for once, “I was scared.”

“Of me?” he looks concerned, and you rush to reassure him. 

“No, Gyu, I wasn’t scared of you, I was scared for me. I knew you liked me, and I knew I liked you, but I thought… fuck, I’m sorry, I thought there had to be something wrong with you, you’re just too hot and good and smart and kind and perfect,” you breathe out, pulling away to hide your face in your hands. 

Mingyu stays quiet, tapping his fingers on the table before reaching up and gently tugging your hands away from your face. You peek your eyes open to find him smiling fondly at you, sweet eyes half lidded and nose scrunched. 

“You’re so silly, baby, you’ve been scared for nothing,” he teases, squeezing your hands until you giggle sheepishly, looking away from him and then looking back when he starts to speak. 

“The only thing wrong with me, that I know of at least, is how embarrassingly into you I am. I had to beg the other guys not to flirt with you, not because I thought you’d go for them but because I didn’t want to see anyone else making you laugh like I do. You know the kid who used to sit next to you in class?” 

He waits for your nod, continuing, “I got him club seats for the Homecoming game in exchange for him sitting somewhere else so I could sit next to you. Fuck, is that creepy?” Mingyu panics, pulling a hand from yours to run it through his hair as his gaze shifts around the room. 

It’s your turn to soothe him, as you take his hand again and press it to your cheek, smiling softly and saying, “It’s not creepy, it’s cute. And embarrassing, like you said.” 

Mingyu breathes a sigh of relief, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone and gazing at you thoughtfully, “You didn’t answer my question, though.”

Shit, you’d hoped he missed that. 

“What changed is… I acted on impulse and said yes before I could even think of why I could say no,” you don’t want to tell him you didn’t mean to, and this feels close enough to the truth for it to not be called a lie. 

He accepts it, nodding and saying with an easy grin, “Well, I suppose I can only hope you’ll act on impulse more often then.” 

“I don’t think you’ll have to hope, it’s like my brain stops working when you’re around,” you admit to his great delight. 

You chat more over the rest of breakfast, cleaning up together again, and you let yourself dance closer to him now, knowing he already knows he’s got you. 

It’s not clear enough, apparently, because he nervously asks, “So, can I be your boyfriend?” just after you’ve walked him to the door. Your impulses have led you well thus far, so you reply on instinct, “Yes, Mingyu. You can be my boyfriend.”

The beam that splits his face is almost blinding, the arms snaking around you crushing, the heat of him against you searing, and you know suddenly that you were right to be scared, because you just might already be in love with him. 

You can afford to be a little fearful though, as long as it means Mingyu’s around to hold you like this. 

The arena feels like a live wire.

The game is down to the last quarter, and your team is behind by four points. This is the qualifying match for the state championships, and you’re terrified they won’t be able to make up the difference.

This other team has matched your boys point for point, but in a much less sportsmanlike manner, riling Mingyu up all night, poking at the whole team, enough so that Cheol got into a shouting match with the other captain, nearly getting ejected from the game. 

The clock is ticking, time steadily running out, and you can tell Mingyu’s starting to get a bit anxious, his mouth drawn tight and his brow furrowed, his feet hitting the polished floor hard after every leap and fakeout.

You wish you could soothe him, but there’s no time, especially not when he’s lining up a three-pointer, clenching his jaw and launching the ball, watching with bated breath as it soars through the air and swishes through the net. 

You barely have time to cheer, just three minutes left on the clock, and your eyes widen when he’s passed the ball again, going immediately for a two-pointer.

It’s like time freezes, the cheer team sounding like they’re in slow motion, the crowd silent, Mingyu gracefully bounding across the court, heaving the ball and standing still as he watches it sail and slip through the net just as the buzzer goes off. 

The crowd roars, the whole team gathering around Mingyu and attempting to throw him in the air before they decide he’s just too fucking large and let him down. You can see his head swiveling, his eyes flicking wildly around the arena, and when he glances your way, you shoot your hand up, grin splitting your lips when he throws his palm up, returning your smile and high five. 

You can see Mingyu mouth fuck it, see the courage growing in his eyes, as he sprints over to you and hefts you into his arms, swinging you around and ignoring the way the guys all heckle him. 

He just laughs, holding you tighter and getting you damp with his sweat, but you don’t care because he won, they won, and he came to you, wanted to see you first. 

And now he’s setting you back on your feet, leaning in slowly, his palms hot on your face, and you meet him halfway, pressing your lips to his, breathing in the sigh he lets out. 

His arms wrap around you again, hauling you closer, deepening the kiss, tracing your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, and whining when you pull away. 

“Why’d you stop?” Mingyu asks breathlessly, not noticing the student reporter right next to the two of you, hoping for an interview. You tilt your head over, and Mingyu hiccups an embarrassed, oh!, finally seeing the person next to you. 

“Are you… free to talk about those last two shots?” they ask tentatively, their eyes shifting from him to you and back to him. Mingyu looks at you, as if for approval, and at your nod, goes off with them to answer some questions. 

You help the staff clean up from the game, stretch some of the guys out when they complain of strained muscles, and wait for Mingyu to finish up. You don’t have any set plans, but it feels wrong to leave without at least saying goodbye.

You’re picking up empty beer cups in the stands when you hear Mingyu call your name from the court. 

“Wanna go home?” he asks, waving excitedly and waiting for you as you make your way down the bleachers, wet hair dripping down his neck.

Depositing the cups in the recycling bin, you walk over to him. You take too long, apparently, because he jogs over and sweeps you into another kiss, leaning closer and closer until you’re bent over his arm and clutching his hair out of fear.

You know he wouldn’t drop you, but it would hurt if he did, and you can’t stop yourself from trying to hold on. He likes it though, you think, your hands in his hair, because he moans against your lips and brings you back up so he can cup your face in his big hands and dip his tongue into your mouth. 

You let your head grow fuzzy until your lungs start to burn, and you pull away to take in deep breaths as he trails kisses down your jaw. He nips at your neck, startling you into remembering you’re still in public. 

“Let’s go home?” you ask breathlessly, grinning at his nod, and let him lead you from the stadium.

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A familiar pattern of knocks filter through the melodic haze Jihoon had been stuck in and he can’t help the smile that forms on his face as soon as he turns and spots you by the door. Mirroring his smile, you let yourself into his studio, standing against the door behind you as your eyes roam freely all over your lover.

“What brings you here?” Jihoon asks gently as he relaxes in his chair. “I thought I messaged to say I had a few more hours left in here?”

You make your way towards him but stop just out of his reach and Jihoon tilts his head in question. “Yeah, I know,” you answer with a bite of your lip. “But, I just wanted to bring you something to eat, that's all.”

His brows furrowed in confusion and you know he’s never looked more adorable. “Are you hiding a snack for me under that coat of yours?”

The grin on your face is cheshire like now that you’ve got him right where you want him. Slowly, your hands work to loosen the belt of your coat. The studio becomes thick with tension as the material slips off your shoulders and falls to the floor, revealing your naked figure in all its glory. “Actually, I brought you a whole meal.”

Instantly, Jihoon pounces and devours your mouth like a man possessed. He hasn’t touched you in weeks because of his work and he’s just as needy and desperate as you are. White knuckles grip tight at your hips before moving to the back of your thigh signaling your cue to jump and he deposits both of you on his couch with you on his lap.

His hands get busy massaging your breasts, not forgetting to twist your nipples in between, while his lips travel to mouth at your jaw making his way to where your neck meets your shoulder. You thread your fingers through his hair, pulling at them just a bit harder than he likes and he nips at your shoulder in retaliation.

“I can’t believe you came here dressed like this,” he says as his tongue lavishes your skin. “What if somebody caught you?”

“Then I would get punished,” you moan as you begin grinding yourself against his clothed cock. “So, it’s a win for me either way.”

Jihoon curses before his hands move to knead at your ass, guiding your movements to meet the thrusts of his hips. His mouth envelops your breast and when his clothed cock brushes against your clit at the same time as he sucks your nipple, you almost lose it.

“Please, please, please, please, please,” you beg repeatedly, desperate to feel him inside you.

“Please, what?” he teases as he slides his tongue along your neck.

“Fuck, please fuck me. I want your cock inside me, please.”

Jihoon’s control snaps then and he instantly pulls his shirt off his head. He pushes his pants past his hips, freeing his cock from its confines. Guiding himself to your entrance, he sheathes himself to the hilt in one push and he relishes the feeling of your warm walls. With a groan, he grabs at your hips and lifts you until only the tip of his cock is left inside, and slams you back down to meet his thrusting cock. 

Your wanton moans fill the room as you ride him and your orgasm starts to draw near. Jihoon can feel it too and almost gets close when he feels you clench around him but he’s not anywhere near done with you yet. In an instant, he moves to hug at your waist, effectively halting your movements. Before you could complain, he pivots and your back suddenly collides with the couch. 

Hurried hands find their place behind your knees and he pushes until you’re bent at the hip and your legs are touching your chest. When Jihoon places his foot on the couch by your hip, you know you’re done for and he’s gonna take and take until you have nothing left. The way you always want him to.

His cock glides through your folds and he waits until your eyes are glued to where your bodies meet. When your jaw slackens, he pushes his cock into you slowly, delighting in the needy pleas that escape you. Neither of you can help your moans once he’s deep inside you and the tip of his cock is kissing your womb. 

Cursing, Jihoon lets himself go and starts pounding into you relentlessly. The sight of his cock disappearing inside you proves too much and you barrel over the edge first, coming with a mantra of his name spilling from your lips as you ride out your high. Still unsated, Jihoon doesn’t give you a chance to recover, placing his right hand on your throat and digging his fingers into your pressure points. 

“Baby, I can’t,” you whine, but he’s not having it.

“Yes, you can,” he snarls. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? So, be a good girl for me and take it.”

Jihoon’s grip on your neck tightens and he increases his thrusts to an almost impossible pace. You can only try your best to hang on to him, nails scratching up and down his back. Pushing his body until most of his weight is on you, he shoves his cock even deeper inside you.

His free hand grabs onto the back of the couch to aid in his movements and it isn’t long till your second orgasm hits you like a tsunami. Your vision blurs and ears ring when he finally releases his hold on your neck and the oxygen hits your lungs. When your pulsating walls clench harder around his throbbing cock, he comes straight after you, thrusting sporadically as he paints your cunt with his cum.

Laboured breaths echo in his studio as you both try to regain your composure. Struggling to catch your breath, your hands move to push at his chest to try and get out of your uncomfortable position but it doesn’t look like Jihoon is finished just yet. Still inside you, he moves to slowly pull himself out, watching to make sure that none of his cum spills out. His fingers scoop up the excess that escapes once the tip of his cock is released, and he shoves it all back in your pussy.

“Baby, what are you doing?” you whine as he continues to shove his fingers in and out of you. “Aren’t we finished yet?”

With a smug smirk, Jihoon finally pulls his fingers out of you, and leans in until he comes face to face with your glistening pussy. “I haven’t had my meal yet,” he answers and dives in.

A smile creeps upon your face as you hear the sound of Vernon’s laughter fill the room. It’s the sound you’ve been missing for hours; ever since your best friend arrived at your dorm, complaining about a horrible lecture he sat through. Turning to the source of the sound, your smile widens when you spot the fond look on Vernon’s face as he stares at his phone.

“What are you watching?” you ask, wondering which particular cat video holds his attention.

It must be a good one, you think to yourself considering Vernon doesn’t even spare you a glance when he answers. “The Tiktok you posted the other day,” he simply says.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, the one of you impersonating Seungkwan when he does—”

“Wait, what—?”

“You look super cute here with the way your nose scrunches up—”

“HUH??” He thinks I’m cute?? Since when??

“Yeah, you always do this little thing with your nose—”

“Wait a minute,” you hold your hand up in the gap between his face and his phone, desperate to catch his attention before he goes on any longer. So many questions are flying through your head and you decide on asking him a safer one, afraid that you may be overthinking his previous comment about being cute. “Since when did you get a Tiktok account?”

Sitting up from his spot on the couch, Vernon ponders for a moment and replies, “Ever since you started making content.” The shock must be evident on your face because he adds, “Seungkwan showed me one of your videos awhile back and I didn’t want to miss out on how cute you were being. So, I created my own account.”

There he goes with that word again. 

Grimacing, you sit yourself down next to him, body sagging to take the shape of the couch. You can only lift your hands and cover your face in embarrassment, wondering about what Vernon thinks of all the cringe videos you’ve done so far. He does keep saying that you’re cute, but you know he only means it in a friendly way. Deep down you know that he doesn’t see you the way that you see him — someone who’s more than just a friend.

“Actually, I’m glad we’re talking about Tiktok,” Vernon mentions to break you out of your misery. “Because I found this one trend that I really want to try with you.”

“Consider my curiosity piqued,” you reply as you sit up. “Which one are we talking about?”

Grinning, Vernon scoots closer to you, eliminating any space between you before showing you his phone. “They’re calling it ‘The Phone Trend’,” he explains with a hint of nervousness. “They give you a prompt and each person goes through their Instagram, Snapchat or whatever and quickly shows the profile of the person they think fits the prompt.”

Understanding dawns on you, “Yeah, I’ve actually seen this one the other day. I’m game if you are?”

“Yeah, let’s do it,” Vernon tries to sound enthusiastic but you know him well enough to know that something’s amiss.

“We don’t have to record it,” you offer to reassure him and you smile as the relief floods his features. Turning to face him on the couch, you get your phone and ready yourself as he does the same. “Hm, for the first one, let’s go with… somebody we hate. I’ll go first.”

Taking less than ten seconds to scroll through your social media, you find the profile you’re looking for and quickly show it to Vernon before taking it back. 

“Wait, Cassie from my Liberal Arts class?” he asks, confused. 

“Yeah, there’s something about her that I don’t like,” you shrug, not wanting to reveal that you see her as a rival because she had a crush on him too. “Okay, your turn.”

Vernon barely shows you his phone but you catch just enough of the person’s profile picture to know who he chose. “Wait, isn’t that Ian? My blind date guy?”

“I didn’t like him,” he answers, nonchalantly. 

“But, he was super nice! He even walked me back and kissed me—”

“Anyway, let’s move on,” Vernon interrupts suddenly. “Let’s go with someone we think is funny…”

The two of you spend the next half an hour going through various prompts and various profiles, exclaiming and laughing all throughout. Now, it’s Vernon’s turn to choose again and you wonder why he suddenly clears his throat and takes a deep breath — like he’s hyping himself up for something. “Okay, we’ve been pretty safe so far,” he says to test the waters. “Let’s go for something serious now.”

“Ooft, let’s do it. Do your worst, Nonny.”

A fond smile graces his features at his favourite nickname from you before blurting out, “Okay, let’s go with someone you have feelings for.”

“Whoa, there buddy,” you laugh nervously. “Are we sure about this?”

“I am,” he beams proudly and you note that he already has his phone ready. Whether it’s because he’ll be going first or another reason, you don’t know. Sensing your hesitation, Vernon gently grabs your other hand and rubs circles on the back of it in reassurance. “It’ll be fine, I promise.”

Nodding, you scroll through your instagram until you reach Vernon’s profile. Biting your lip, you nod again to let him know that you’re ready. 

With a hard grip on his phone, Vernon turns his phone slowly to face you but this time, he doesn’t make any moves to take his phone back or hide it, leaving you to stare at the person’s profile in question.

“But, that’s me?” you ask softly albeit a little confused. “I thought the prompt was someone that you have feelings for? You don’t—”

“Now, let’s go for someone you want to kiss,” he interrupts once more, not bothering to move his phone an inch. Looking you straight in the eye, you feel him bare his heart and soul to you.

Oh.

Oh.

“Since when?” you query as your heart thrums in anticipation. 

“Since always,” Vernon laughs. “I think it was when you face planted after meeting me. You must’ve thought I was so hot—”

“I— i-it was— I was probably shocked about how big your head was!” you exclaim as you pat down your cheeks that are heating up. Opening your mouth to utter another retort, you stop dead in your tracks when you see Vernon’s face staring hard at your lap. The lap where your phone is. The phone where his profile is.

“That’s me,” he whispers softly. You watch as a smile slowly forms on his face and his shoulders visibly relax. Fondly, Vernon’s eyes then roam from your phone to your face. “You have feelings for me too. Since when?”

You can’t stop yourself from replying even if you wanted to. “Since I face planted after meeting you.”

Vernon’s hearty laugh fills the room once more. “Can I kiss you yet?” he asks daringly, leaning forward and nuzzling his nose against yours. 

Nodding in consent, you instinctively close your eyes and brace yourself. A needy whine escapes you as Vernon keeps you waiting and you feel the ghost of his smile against your lips. Before you can complain further, he connects your lips together in a soft and hesitant kiss, that turns more sure and insistent when he feels you kiss him back.

If you could describe what kissing him feels like, only one word comes to mind. Kissing Vernon feels like home — like there’s no place you’d rather be and you could stay doing this, forever. However, with the need to breathe becoming prominent, you both reluctantly pull away and break out into a fit of giggles.

“I can’t believe you confessed using a Tiktok trend,” you tease.

“Now that you mention it, we can do the ‘Date Night’ trend for our first date…”

He lays on his back, head propped up on pillows and stomach exposed; his shirt must’ve ridden up in his sleep. Arms levelled with his shoulders and bent at the elbows, his hands settled on either side of his head. Seungcheol sleeps soundly like a baby. A literal baby.

You stare as he sleeps, etching this memory in your mind. He hasn’t been able to sleep like this the past few weeks due to the stress of his work and the expectations on him always weighing on his mind. Only you could bring the peace he so desperately needed.

Studying his features, you notice that his hair is longer now; his bangs tickling the top of his eyelids. Your eyes follow the length of his nose that sits between his fuller cheeks, all the way down to his soft parted lips.

Sitting on the edge of the bed due to not wanting to crinkle your uniform, you watch him as he continues to sleep peacefully, almost not wanting to wake him. Almost. Unfortunately, you must wake him soon, or he’ll miss his chance to say goodbye. It’s almost time for you to go.

Brushing the hair away from his face, you place a soft kiss on his forehead. On both his eyelids. His nose. His fuller cheeks. To his soft lips.

“Seungcheol,” you call out softly. “Wake up, my sweet.”

He groans, fists rubbing into his eyes but he only turns over to face towards you. Sleep still has a strong hold on him.

Giggling, you gently rub the back of your hand against his cheek. “Wake up, baby.”

Seungcheol finally stirs, arms stretching to try and get rid of his drowsiness. Eyes opening slowly, he squints at your figure before turning to look at the window. The moonlight shines through, illuminating the room and he knows that it’s far too early for either of you to be out of bed.

“What’s going on?” he asks, voice raspy and full of sleep. His eyes open fully and recognises your scrubs. “Do you have to go?”

“You know that I do,” you smile sadly. “I told you I was on call this week.”

Seungcheol whines, dragging his heavy body as he wraps himself around your middle and you whine yourself in protest at the sight of your uniform getting wrinkled. “Don’t go, please,” he pleads.

“They need me, baby.”

Seungcheol kicks out his legs under the blanket, tantrum in full swing. A literal baby. “I need you,” he groans into your stomach. “I only just got home a few days ago and then I have to leave again later today.”

“That’s why I’m saying goodbye now,” you reply as you run your hands through his tresses. “You’re only gone a few days. You’ll be back before you know it.”

“What can I do to make you stay?” he begs. “I know this is your last pristine uniform. If I crinkle it any more then you can’t go to work.”

You laugh heartily and he looks up at you, unable to stop himself from joining in. “You wouldn’t dare,” you scolded playfully.

“No, I wouldn’t.” he sighs.

Pulling his face up, you gently make him sit up next to you. “I’m off for a few days when you get back,” you say to surprise him, his face lighting up like Christmas morning. “I can pick you up from the airport. Can you disappear for a few days? We can spend it at the cabin.”

Seungcheol kisses you once. Twice. Three times. “I’ll make it my life’s mission.”

“Good,” you answer, about to return his kisses when your phone goes off by the bedside table. “It’s Codi. She’s five minutes away.”

“Ah, so Soonyoung is suffering with me.”

You kiss him this time. Once. Twice. Three times. “Shall I send Kkuma to come and join you?”

A pout adorns his adorable face. “You don’t want me to walk you to the door?”

“Will you let me out of it?” you ask with a brow raised.

“No,” Seungcheol pouts again and you kiss him one last time. At least until he comes back from his business trip. “See you soon, my love.”

“Sooner than you think,” you peck his nose. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

You throw him a smile as you exit your bedroom, Kkuma bounding in and onto the bed. Your heart aches at the thought of leaving them behind, only to come home without Seungcheol there but just as you said, you’ll see him soon.

Sooner than you think.

Mingyu sighed for the nth time in the past fifteen minutes as he stood under the bus stop waiting for the rain to pass. You were nowhere to be found, even though this was your idea. A part of him wanted to kick your ass for ditching him while the other wished that you were already in your dorms and away from the rain so that you wouldn’t fall ill.

He knew this would happen. Hell, the whole town knew it would happen; the weatherman predicted it after all. But, he ignored his gut feeling and he ignored his common sense. He always did — always caving in when it came to you. You were his best friend after all.

That’s not true. You were more than that. He’d known for a long time. He’d known from the start.

You were the love of his life. 

The power you had over him was frightening. You had his heart in the palm of your hands and you could crush it at any moment if you wished. He knew it and he was sure that you knew it, too. Luckily, you had chosen to take care of it instead.

With a sigh, Mingyu made a move to sit on the bench knowing it would be awhile yet until he could leave, only to stand up again when he saw you running towards him from the corner of his eye. Cursing, he tore his varsity jacket off and rushed to meet you, sheltering you underneath it as he guided you to the bus stop.

“Have you completely lost your mind?” Mingyu asked incredulously. He was ready to scold you until you moved your drenched hair away from your face and beamed up at him. All he ended up doing was chuckling at the sight of you.

“Maybe,” you replied with a giggle. “Also, hello. Sorry I’m late. My damn English professor held us back again.”

“Maybe he was saving you from getting drenched,” Mingyu retorted as he wrapped his jacket around you to keep you warm.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, please. If anything, he was stopping me from achieving my full potential. You and I both know that I could look much worse than this. I’ll show him.”

Mingyu laughed, wrapping his arms around you from behind before you could step foot in the downpour. “Oh no, you don’t,” he warned with a glint in his eye. “You’re going to get sick and I’d have to take care of your ass.”

“When have you ever complained about that?” you scoffed. “Unhand me at once.”

“No.”

“Kim Mingyu, don’t make me do it.”

“Your pout and puppy dog eyes aren’t gonna work this time,” Mingyu informed you and you rolled your eyes again. If he wanted a challenge, he would get one.

Mingyu knew that he had made a terrible mistake as soon as the words slipped from his lips. You accepted his challenge and he didn’t last two seconds before he unwrapped his arms from you. With a victorious smile, you gazed intensely at him — a gaze that knocked the air out of his lungs — before running back out to the downpour.

He watched as the water covered you immediately, your clothing clinging to your skin. You turned to face him and opened your mouth to say something but no words came out. Confusion graced his face and you took a deep breath to try again.

“Mingyu, there’s something I need to tell you.”

The rain was so loud, he could barely make out your words. “What is it?”

“I’m in love with you,” you revealed.

Mingyu could only hear the first word before the rain bore down harder, drowning out your voice.

“Listen, I can barely hear you. This rain is—”

“I’m in love with you!” you yelled as hard as you could, unsure if you should even have bothered because the rain was really coming down and there was no chance that Mingyu would have heard you.

Except he did. He heard everything. Every single word.

With his heart thundering in his chest, he allowed the words to sink into his heart before he made the decision to leap. Literally. Into the downpour. To make his way to you.

Rooted to the spot, you watched with keen eyes as Mingyu made his way to you — downpour be damned. His clothes and his hair stuck to his skin and you knew you’d never seen him so beautiful. You weren’t sure why he was headed your way after complaining so much about getting sick unless he heard—

Oh shit, he heard you.

Your flight response was about to breach the surface but Mingyu reached you just in time. Cupping your face in his hands, he made you meet his gaze. “What did you say?”

“You heard me.”

“Say it, again.”

“Mingyu, listen I—”

“Please.”

Clutching his shirt tight in your hands, you mustered all the courage you had inside you. This was your plan after all. There was no way you would back out now.

“I’m in love with you.”

“Finally,” Mingyu breathed out before crashing his lips against yours in a feverish kiss.

The rain continued to fall around you and whilst you should have been shuddering in the cold, you were basking in the warmth instead. The warmth that was radiating from his kiss. Unable to help yourself, you kissed him back just as fierce, even though you knew he still hadn’t said the words you wanted to hear back.

Tilting your head to deepen the kiss, Mingyu ran his tongue across your lips and you opened up to let him slip in. Your tongues danced with each other perfectly and Mingyu brought your body closer to him; a moan slipping from your lips from his actions.

Mingyu finally pulled away, resting his forehead against yours as he breathed you in. “I’m in love with you, too,” he confessed, chuckling against your lips, before kissing you again.

Mingyu realised then, that being with you in the pouring rain, wasn’t so bad after all.