Your aunty 🎀

Summary; Mingi and Yunho are your bodyguards hired by your parents because they were going on a trip. Mingi is a major asshole that doesn't know if he wants to fuck you or curse you and Yunho, well he's just Yunho.

Pairing: Song Mingi x Fem reader, Jeong Yunho x Fem reader

For some odd reason, I decided to stay up all night and make four stories simultaneously. So this is one out of the four. Enjoy!

Mingi paced the length of the living room like a caged predator, his heavy footsteps thudding against the polished hardwood. He looked perpetually irritated, his brows furrowed as he cast a sharp, judgmental glance toward the expensive decor.

To him, everything about this life seemed tedious, perhaps even beneath him. His dark eyes would occasionally flicker towards you, catching the sight of your frame, and a flicker of something primal and hungry would dance in his gaze before he masked it with a scowl. He was a man of rough edges and foul language, a man who looked like he wanted to either snap at you or pin you against the nearest wall and ruin you.

"Goddamn it, it's too quiet in here," Mingi grumbled, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated in the air. He kicked at the edge of the rug, his frustration palpable. "How the hell am I supposed to keep watch when the only thing happening is you wandering around looking like a lost doll?"

His words were biting, almost rude, but the way his eyes lingered on the curve of your hips told a different story. He was clearly struggling to maintain his professional distance, his temperament swinging wildly between annoyance and a desperate, aggressive lust.

Yunho, on the other hand, stood by the tall French windows, his lanky, lean frame silhouetted against the fading afternoon light. He was taller than Mingi, his movements more fluid and graceful, though there was a quiet intensity to him that Mingi lacked. He watched you with a softer expression, his eyes tracking your movements with a gentle, observant curiosity. He seemed to sense the storm brewing in Mingi, and he acted as the silent anchor to the man's chaotic energy.

"Leave her be, Mingi," Yunho said softly, his voice a soothing contrast to the other man's roughness. He turned his gaze toward you, offering a small, reassuring smile that reached his eyes. "She's not a doll, she's the client. And she's doing just fine."

The air in the room was thick with unspoken intentions. You could feel their eyes on you one pair burning with a rough, impatient heat, the other watching with a calm but deep seated longing. You were trapped in this beautiful cage with two men who were supposed to protect you, but as they watched you, it felt more like you were being hunted.

"Maybe I wouldn't be wandering if you didn't take my phone." You rolled your eyes, scoffing at his audacity.

"Whatever, I don't even know why I'm arguing with you. you're just all bark and no bite........princess." You were being a brat but you didn't care. You were there bored anyways because Mingi took your phone after catching you talking to a boy for 'safety'.

Mingi's eyes snapped to you, his scowl deepening as the word 'princess' left your lips. The air in the room seemed to thicken, the tension between you twisting into something volatile and electric. He didn't like being mocked, especially not by someone he wanted to fuck, but there was a glint of genuine amusement buried deep beneath his irritation a flicker of respect for your audacity.

"Princess?" Mingi repeated, his voice dropping an octave, becoming a dangerous, low rumble. He stopped his pacing and turned his full attention on you, his heavy frame blocking out the light as he closed the distance between you. "You think I'm just barking? You think this is a game?"

He stepped closer, invading your personal space until you could smell the faint scent of tobacco and expensive cologne clinging to him. His presence was overwhelming, a wall of muscle and suppressed aggression that seemed determined to swallow you whole. He looked down at you, his gaze raking over your chest, his lip curling into a smirk that was more of a snarl.

"Maybe I should show you exactly how much bite I've got, just so you stop playing games and realize who's actually in charge here." he muttered, his eyes darkening. 

"Maybe you should." This was risky but you didn't care, you were bored and despite being a jerk, you had to admit that he was smoking hot.

Yunho watched the exchange, his expression calm but his body tensed, ready to intervene if Mingi’s temper boiled over. He didn't move to stop him, though; he seemed curious to see how you'd handle the confrontation. He felt a mix of admiration for your feistiness and a growing, heavy heat in his own gut as he watched the way Mingi loomed over you. Yunho's thoughts drifted to the idea of you under him, your body dwarfed by his own, and the thought made his breath hitch.

"Careful, Mingi," Yunho cautioned, though there was a trace of a smile on his face. "Don't go scaring her off before the day even starts. She's got a spine, I can tell."

Mingi didn't look away from you, his focus locked on your face, searching for a sign of fear or submission. "Spine or not," he said, his voice rough and demanding, "she needs to learn that her attitude doesn't mean shit if I decide I'm bored of it."

He reached out, his large hand gripping your chin firmly, forcing you to look up at him. His fingers were calloused and warm, his grip just short of being too tight. "You want to keep playing this game, Y/n? Or are you going to do what you're told?"

 "Make.me." The words came out slow and teasing.

The moment the words left your lips, the atmosphere in the room shifted from tense to predatory. That tiny, defiant "Make me" hung in the air like a challenge, a spark dropped into a powder keg.

Mingi’s grip on your chin tightened just a fraction, his knuckles brushing against your skin. His eyes widened for a split second, surprised by your sheer audacity, before they darkened into a deep, hungry obsidian. A low, guttural sound escaped his throat halfway between a growl and a laugh. He wasn't just annoyed anymore; he was fucking stimulated.

He wanted to break that spirit, to see those eyes glaze over with something other than sass.

"You little brat," Mingi hissed, his breath hot against your lips. "You have no idea what you just invited, do you?"

His thumb traced the line of your lower lip, pressing down hard enough to expose the softness of your inner lip. His psychology was a chaotic mess of wanting to punish your mouth for being so smart and wanting to bury himself in you until you couldn't speak at all. He felt a surge of possessive territorialism; he wanted to mark you right here, right now, just to prove he could.

Yunho, who had been watching with a composed exterior, felt his composure fracture. He watched the way Mingi's large hand dwarfed your face, and his mind conjured images of those same hands wandering down your frame, squeezing your hips, and pulling your butt flush against his lanky body. He wasn't the "gentle" one in this moment; he was a man watching a feast being laid out, and he was starving.

"Mingi..." Yunho's voice was lower now, less of a warning and more of a heavy, laden observation. He stepped closer, his long legs eating up the distance until he was standing just behind Mingi's shoulder. He was close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. "You heard her. She's asking for it."

Mingi didn't need to be told twice. He let out a sharp, jagged breath and suddenly shifted his weight, his large hand sliding from your chin down to the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. He tugged your head back slightly, forcing your neck to arch, exposing the delicate line of your throat to him.

Fine," Mingi growled, his face inches from yours, his eyes scanning your features with a raw, vulgar intensity. "You want to play rough, princess? Let's see how long that smile lasts when you're breathless."

He leaned in, not for a soft kiss, but to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there in a way that was more of a bite than a caress.

You let out a sharp, shaky gasp, your back arching involuntarily as his teeth grazed your skin. The sudden heat of his breath against your neck sent a thrill of genuine fear and excitement shooting straight down to your thighs. You could feel Yunho's presence behind you, his gaze burning into your back, and the feeling of being trapped between them made your heart hammer against your ribs.

"You think you can scare me?" You managed to breathe out, Your  voice trembling but still laced with that same stubborn defiance. You reached out digging into Mingi's forearm to push him away, but instead, your found yourself pulling him closer, your nails scratching at his skin. "If you're going to do something, then do it... don't just stand there and talk about it."

The sound of your shaky gasp was like gasoline on a fire. Mingi let out a dark, triumphant chuckle against your skin, the vibration of it traveling deep into your bones. When your nails scratched his forearm, he didn't flinch; instead, he let out a rough, guttural grunt of approval. 

"God, you're fucking insatiable," Mingi muttered, his voice thick with lust. He didn't wait for a second invitation. His hand in your hair tightened, guiding your head back further as he finally crashed his lips against yours. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a collision. His mouth was hungry and demanding, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with a vulgar, possessive force, tasting you as if he were claiming territory. He tasted like salt and heat, his movements rough and unrefined, mirroring the way he wanted to handle your body.

Behind you, Yunho’s restraint finally snapped. Seeing Mingi's mouth devouring yours, seeing your body arching toward him, made the hunger in his gut turn into a physical ache. He reached out, his long, elegant fingers sliding around your waist from behind. His touch was warmer, more deliberate than Mingi's, his large hands nearly meeting around your middle. He squeezed your waist, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just above your hips, pulling your back flush against his firm, lean chest.

"You're right, Y/n," Yunho whispered into your ear, his breath a hot, silky caress that sent a different kind of shiver down your spine. "Talking is overrated."

He leaned down, his nose brushing against the shell of your ear before his lips found the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder. While Mingi was a storm of aggression, Yunho was a slow, creeping tide, his mouth working in a rhythmic, teasing suction that made your knees feel weak.

Mingi pulled back from the kiss just an inch, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips, his eyes hooded and dark with pure, unadulterated filth. He looked down at your flushed face, his gaze dropping to your chest, which was heaving with your shallow, rapid breaths.

He leaned down, his nose brushing against the shell of your ear before his lips found the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder. While Mingi was a storm of aggression, Yunho was a slow, creeping tide, his mouth working in a rhythmic, teasing suction that made your knees feel weak.

Mingi pulled back from the kiss just an inch, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips, his eyes hooded and dark with pure, unadulterated filth. He looked down at your flushed face, his gaze dropping to your chest, which was heaving with your shallow, rapid breaths.

"You want us to do something?" Mingi growled, his hand sliding down from your hair, over your shoulder, and down to the swell of your breast, his palm heavy and warm. He squeezed one of your breasts, his thumb flicking over the nipple through the fabric of your clothes. "Ngh... look at you. You're already trembling like a fucking leaf."

A loud, unbidden moan escaped your lips, your head falling back against Yunho's shoulder as Mingi's thumb flicked your nipple. The sensation was overwhelming, a dizzying cocktail of Mingi's rough, possessive grip and the soothing, rhythmic heat of Yunho's mouth on your neck. You felt so incredibly small between them, a prize being fought over by two hungry predators, and the sheer scale of their bodies against yours made your skin tingle with heat.

"Mmn... stop talking and just..." You gasped, your voice breaking as your fingers tangled into Mingi's hair, pulling him back toward your mouth while your hips instinctively ground back against Yunho's hardness. "Strip me. Both of you. I want to see if you're as good with your hands as you are with your mouths."

"Don't have to tell us twice, princess," Mingi growled, his eyes flashing with a predatory glint. He didn't just move; he lunged. His hands, large and calloused, moved with a frantic, hungry efficiency. He grabbed the hem of your shirt, the fabric bunching in his fists as he yanked it upward. He wasn't being delicate; he was tearing at the barrier between his mouth and your skin.

Yunho’s hands were just as urgent, though his touch felt more like a caress of worship. As Mingi pulled your shirt over your head, exposing your breasts to the cool air, Yunho’s long fingers slid down to the waistband of your skirt.

He worked the button loose with a deftness that betrayed how much he had been holding back. "You're so beautiful, Y/n," he murmured against your skin, his voice a low, vibrating hum that seemed to settle deep in your belly. "So perfect."

Mingi tossed your shirt aside like it was trash, his gaze immediately locking onto your bare chest. The sight of your breasts, with your nipples already peaked and hard from the stimulation, made him let out a ragged, hungry sound.

"Fuck," he hissed. He didn't wait. He leaned in, his mouth engulfing one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before he began to suckle with a rough, demanding intensity.

"Look at her, Mingi," Yunho whispered, his voice thick with lust as he felt the heat radiating from your body. He leaned forward, pressing his face into the crook of your neck again, his breath hot and damp. "She's practically begging for it."

Mingi pulled away from your breast, leaving a dark, red mark on your skin, a hickey that claimed you as his. He looked down at your crotch, his eyes darkening as he saw the dampness already beginning to soak through the thin fabric of your panties. He reached down, his large hand cupping your mound, his fingers pressing firmly against your clit through the lace.

You're a fucking mess, Y/n," Mingi teased, his voice a rough, vulgar rasp. He leaned in, his nose brushing against yours, his eyes searching yours. "So much talk, and now you're just a dripping little slut for us, aren't you?"

A needy, high pitched moan breaks from your throat as Mingi’s rough thumb grinds against your clit, the friction sending white hot sparks through your entire body. "Nghh... yes, call me whatever you want," You gasp, your head falling back against Yunho's chest as your eyes flutter shut, completely undone by the sheer scale of them.

"Just don't... don't make me wait a second longer." Driven by a sudden, desperate hunger, you reach down, your hands fumbling with the fly of Mingi's trousers while your hips thrust back against Yunho's hardening length, demanding they finally fill the void. "I want to feel you both... inside me. My room, now, please,"

The desperation in your voice, that high pitched, needy plea, was the final straw. The tension in the room snapped, replaced by a frantic, primal urgency. Mingi's eyes flared with a dark, triumphant lust at your command, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as you fumbled with his trousers.

"Your room? You think you're the one giving orders now?" Mingi growled, though there was no real bite in his words, only a heavy, carnal hunger. He didn't wait for an answer. He scooped you up into his arms, his large hands supporting your weight with ease, treating your frame as if you were nothing more than a precious, delicate prize. The sudden movement made your head swim, your body pressed tightly against his hard, muscular chest.

They moved through the mansion like a force of nature, the silence of the house shattered by the sound of heavy breathing and the frantic scuff of footsteps. When they reached your bedroom, Mingi didn't bother with the door handle; he kicked it open, the sound echoing through the suite. He practically tossed you onto the large, plush bed, your body sinking into the soft duvet.

Before you could even catch your breath, they were on you. Mingi was over you in an instant, flipping you on your stomach with ease, his hands roaming over your bare skin with a feverish intensity. He was stripping out of his clothes with a rough, impatient energy, his eyes never leaving your body. "You wanted this, princess," he rasped, his voice a low, vulgar promise. "You wanted to see what we can do."

Yunho was more methodical, though no less intense. He shed his clothes with a graceful, predatory speed, his lean, muscular frame silhouetted in the dim light of the room. He moved to the side of the bed, his eyes fixed on the way you looked against the dark sheets, the way your curves were highlighted by the moonlight.

We're going to give you exactly what you asked for, Y/n," Yunho whispered, his voice a low, vibrating caress as he crawled onto the bed, his long body looming over you. "Every single thing you've been craving."

Mingi positioned himself behind you, his large, thick cock already straining, leaking a bead of pre cum that glistened in the light. He looked down at your soaking wet panties, which were still clinging to your clit. With a rough, impatient tug, he ripped the lace aside, exposing your dripping, swollen pussy to the air.

He moved up the bed, his heavy, muscular body looming over your head. He grabbed your chin with one hand, tilting your head back to expose your throat and mouth. With the other, he guided his thick, pulsing cock toward your lips. The scent of him musk, salt, and raw masculinity filled your senses. "Open up," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural rasp.

As you parted your lips, he pushed the broad, blunt head of his cock against your tongue. The sensation was overwhelming, his girth stretching your mouth wide as he began to slide into you, his movements rough and demanding.

While Mingi claimed your mouth, Yunho moved to the center of your heat. He knelt behind your trembling thighs, his eyes fixed on your soaking, swollen pussy. He saw the way you were arching, the way your hips were thrusting upward in a frantic plea for fullness. He reached down, his long, elegant fingers spreading your lips wide, exposing the glistening, folds of your clit and the tight entrance of your canal.

Then, he positioned himself. He guided his own length, thick and hot, against your opening. He didn't go slow. He drove himself into you in one long, powerful thrust. "Nghhh... fuck!" he groaned, his eyes rolling back as he felt your tight walls clench around him.

The sensation was a sensory explosion. You were being stretched in two directions at once Mingi’s thick cock filling your mouth, forcing you to swallow and gag as he thrust deep into your throat, and Yunho’s length burying itself deep within your pussy, stretching you to your absolute limit.

Mingi's thrusts in your mouth were rhythmic and heavy, his hips slapping against your chin with a wet, fleshy sound. He was fucking your face with a primal intensity, his hands gripping the bedsheets as he worked to drain himself into you.

Meanwhile, Yunho was finding his rhythm inside you. He pulled back until he was almost out, only to plunge back in with a deep, soul shaking lunge. The sound of his pelvis hitting your butt echoed in the room. "God, you're so tight," Yunho gasped, his breath hitching as he felt your internal muscles pulsing around him. "You're squeezing me so fucking hard, Y/n... mmn... it's incredible."

The sounds you make are muffled by the sheer mass of Mingi in your mouth, your eyes watering as you struggle to swallow the thick, pulsing length of him. Between the stretching sensation in your throat and the deep, heavy pounding of Yunho inside your pussy, you feel like you're being split wide open in the best possible way.

You desperately try to find a rhythm, your hips bucking up against Yunho's pelvis to meet every punishing lunge he makes. "Mngh... hnnn!" You manage to pull back just enough to gasp for air, your eyes blown wide and glazed with pure, unadulterated lust as you look up at Mingi. "Don't... don't stop... fuck, Yunho, go deeper!" you choke out, your voice a wrecked, needy rasp. "Mingi, take it all... just fuck me until I can't breathe!"

"You want it deeper? You got it, princess!" Yunho roared, his voice losing its usual smoothness and becoming a raw, animalistic growl. He gripped your hips, his long fingers digging deep into your soft flesh, bruising the skin as he anchored you for a truly punishing assault. He began to drive into you with a ferocious, unrelenting speed.

The sound of his pelvis slamming against your butt was rhythmic and violent, the friction of his skin against yours creating a heat that felt like it would set the bed on fire. He was bottoming out with every thrust, his thick cock hitting your cervix with a heavy, blunt force that made your entire small frame shudder.

Mingi, seeing the madness in your eyes and hearing your choked pleas, let out a dark, triumphant laugh. "You're a fucking glutton, Y/n! You want it all? Then swallow it all!"

He didn't hold back. He grabbed the back of your head, his large hand practically enveloping your skull, and began to fuck your mouth with a brutal, rhythmic intensity. He wasn't just thrusting; he was pounding. He drove his cock so deep into your throat that you could feel the pulse of him against your tonsils.

Your eyes rolled back in your head, tears of pleasure and sensory overload leaking from the corners as you struggled to keep up with the sheer volume of him.

The sensation was a beautiful, terrifying chaos. You were caught in a pincer maneuver of pure masculinity. Behind you, Yunho was a relentless machine, his long, lean body driving deep into your core, stretching your pussy to its absolute limit, making you feel like you were being hollowed out. Infront of you, Mingi was a heavy, dominating force, his cock filling your throat, demanding your total submission as he forced you to swallow his every lunge.

The sounds you made were a frantic, incoherent melody of pleasure. Your hips were bucking wildly, trying to meet Yunho's deep plunges while your throat worked desperately to accommodate Mingi's girth. You felt like you were floating and drowning all at once, your consciousness narrowing down to the points of contact: the stretching of your pussy, the fullness of your mouth, and the overwhelming heat of their bodies.

"Look at her!" Mingi grunted, his voice thick with the impending climax. He looked down at you, watching your breasts heaving, and your eyes glazed with a lust so intense it was almost frightening. "She's fucking melting! She's taking every inch of us!"

Yunho's breath was coming in ragged, desperate hitches. "Almost... there... Y/n... hold on... mmn... fuck!" His thrusts became even more frantic, his muscles corded and tight as he neared his limit. The friction was intense, the wetness of your pussy making every lunge a slippery, slapping explosion of sensation.

The sheer scale of them is terrifying, but the way they're claiming every inch of your body makes you feel more alive than ever. As Yunho's thrusts turn into frantic, desperate lunges, you can feel the tension in your core tightening into a hard, pulsing knot that's about to snap.

You reach back blindly, your fingers digging into Yunho's muscular thighs to pull him even deeper, silently begging them to cum.

"You asked for it, you little slut!" Mingi roared, his voice a guttural, animalistic sound. He felt the tension in his entire body reach a breaking point. He didn't pull out; instead, he drove his cock as deep as it would go into your throat.

His eyes rolled back, his muscles corded and trembling as he began to climax. "Take it! Take it all!" He groaned, a long, low sound of release as he pumped thick, hot ropes of cum deep down your throat, forcing you to swallow the heavy, salty deluge.

At the exact same moment, Yunho let out a strangled, breathless cry. The sensation of your tight, pulsing walls clenching around him as you neared your own peak was too much. He gripped your hips so hard his knuckles went white, his fingers sinking into your soft flesh.

"Y/n! Ahhh!" He lunged one last time, burying himself to the very hilt, his pelvis slamming into your butt with a sound like a whip crack. He began to erupt inside you, his thick, hot seed flooding your pussy in powerful, rhythmic pulses.

The dual climax hit you like a tidal wave. As Mingi filled your mouth and Yunho filled your womb, your own body finally snapped. Your pussy clamped down on him in a series of violent, rhythmic contractions, and your entire frame shuddered with a massive, toe curling orgasm.

For a long, heavy minute, the only sounds in the room were the frantic, ragged gasps of the three of you and the wet, slapping sounds of your bodies slowly separating.

Mingi slumped forward, his heavy chest heaving as he rested his forehead against yours, his breath hot and smelling of sex. He was spent, his eyes hooded and glazed, a look of dark satisfaction on his face. He looked down at the mess of cum dripping from the corner of your mouth, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Told you... we wouldn't just talk," he rasped, his voice a broken, satisfied wreck.

Yunho slid out of you with a long, wet sound, his body trembling from the aftershocks of his release. He collapsed beside you, his long arm draping over your waist, pulling you close to his sweaty, heated skin. He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple, his eyes filled with a tender, post coital glow. "You were incredible, Y/n," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to the chaos. "Absolutely perfect."

You lay there, sandwiched between them, feeling completely used, completely filled, and utterly conquered. Your skin was flushed, your hair was a mess of blonde tangles on the pillows, and your body felt heavy and limp, trembling slightly from the sheer intensity of what had just transpired.

Fine place to die

Summary: You and Wooyoung has been dating for three years. Last year, he was diagnosed with heart failure and you were there every step of the way. After a while, he slowly stopped hoping for a miracle, instead hoping to live out his last moments on earth with the one person he loves the most.

Pairing: Sick Jung Wooyoung x fem reader

This is inspired by 'Fine place to die' by Alex Warren. "I hear the alarms, but here in your arms seems like a fine place to die."