Ateez Fic (18+)

pairing: serial killer!Yunho 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

genre: thriller, smut

⚠️ This fic contains dark and disturbing themes. The relationship depicted is intentionally unhealthy and should not be viewed as romantic or aspirational. Please read the warnings before continuing.

warnings: MDNI, dark themes, explicit sexual content/smut, friends with benefits, stalking, obsessive behavior, serial killer AU, graphic violence, murder, blood, dismemberment, kidnapping, hostage situation, physical restraint, manipulation, drug use (MDMA/ecstasy), alcohol use, anxiety/panic, toxic relationships, possessive behavior, cursing, reader discretion advised, please let me know if I forgot anything.

w.c: 2.4k

a/n: - this fic is on the darker side so please don't read if it's too heavy. please make sure to read warnings! this fic is pure fiction and does not represent any members in this story.

Reposts are always appreciated💕

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Summary: Wooyoung is your dealer, you were only meant to pick up the goods but you got more than what you signed up for.

Pairing: Dom!Wooyoung x Fem!reader x Dom!San x Dom!Mingi

Warnings: Drug dealer woosanmin 18+ MDNI, smut, slowburn. porn, foursome, nasty. drug use, cheating, blowjob, menace wooyoung , many more. just proceed at your own risk lol THIS IS PURE FILTH WRITTEN DURING EASTER SUNDAY.

Word count: 7,106 k. (fuck im sorry)

A/N: not proof read but I really just wanted to get this out there. might've switched between 'her' and 'you' im too used to 3rd pov.

Song recommendation: RUNRUNRUN - Dutch Melrose

dividers by : © suupersonic

The Seoul night air was thick with humidity, clinging to your skin like a second layer as you make your way down the narrow, dimly lit alley. This was the part of the city that thrived in the shadows, a place where the neon from the main streets bled into the murky puddles and the only sounds were the distant thrum of bass from the nearby club.

You knocked on the unmarked steel door, the sound echoing slightly. It was a rhythm you knew by heart. Three short taps, a pause then one more. A moment later, the lock clicked, and the door swung open.

Wooyoung stood there, a silhouette framed by the warm, low light of his apartment. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair loose-fitting grey sweats that hung dangerously low.

His hair was damp like he just stepped out of the shower, dark strands falling into his eyes. A silver chain rested against his collar bone. and the smell of wood and trouble clinging onto his skin.

You were greeted by a stoic face before changing it into a shit eating grin.

"you're late" Wooyoung smiled, voice sweet it was sickening. You leaned one shoulder against the door frame, face contorted in annoyance. "not like you got anything important to do."

A beat passed between you two. The bass from somewhere deeper in the building pulsed faintly through the walls, slow and deliberate, like a heartbeat. He stepped aside without a word, you slipped past him.

The apartment was dim, lit by the faint LED strip under his couch. His apartment reeked of za and a mixture of something warm- vanilla, maybe. Familiar. Intimate. a mistake waiting to happen.

The door shut behind you with a soft click.

Wooyoung didn't move closer right away. Instead, he leaned back against it. His arms folded loosely across his chest as he watches you walk further inside like you owned the place. His gaze dragged over your figure, slow and almost assessing.

"Could've sworn that I just gave you a cue last week." he said quietly.

You turned with your brow lifted. "I ran out quick"

That earned the fainted twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Wooyoung pushed off the door, walking towards the dining table set in the middle of his apartment. he glanced over his shoulder as he opened the box. Inside, nestled in velvet lining, were several neat little baggies of well preserved buds. "You gotta slow down with this baby" baby.

"I'm starting to think that you just want to see me" He turned around, leaning against the table after he retrieved her usual order. Your face contorted again in annoyance, choosing to not entertain his little games.

"But you know" He began, instead of handing the bag to her. His tone shifted slightly. "You're my best customer, always making sure I'm fed, never any trouble. And I believe in rewarding loyalty."

He set her usual baggie aside and reached deeper into the box, pulling out a smaller, unmarked one filled with tightly packed, dark green buds dusted with crystalline sheen.

"New arrival" He said, holding it up. " 'Starlight' is stronger than what you usually get. Smooth as fuck though, with a little kick to it. I want you to try it. On the house"

You raised a brow in surprise. "Free? Are you feeling generous tonight Woo?"

A small hum escapes from his lips. "Always, when it comes to you" He replied, his smirk returning. "But you gotta try it with me, right now"

Before you could say anything, he was already moving to grab his rolling tray, papers and a grinder. Your heart fluttered in your chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness. You've been alone with him countless times, but for some reason. This felt different.

Wooyoung worked with a focused precision, his long fingers skillfully breaking apart the fragrant buds, grinding them to the perfect consistency. You couldn't tear your eyes away from his hands—the way they moved, the veins that stood out against his skin. God you needed to leave as soon as possible.

He caught you staring, and his lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. "Like what you see?" he teased, not looking up from his task. You scowled and whipped your head to the other direction. "fuck off woo" You breathed out. He chuckled.

"Alright try this" He finished rolling the joint with practiced ease, twisting the end perfectly. He brought it to his lips, eyes locking with yours as he lit it, the flame casting a warm glow on his features. He took a slow, deep drag, holding the smoke in his lungs before exhaling a plume that curled and dissipated into the air.

then, he held it out to you. "Try it"

You leaned forward, your fingers brushing against his as you took the joint from him. The contact was dangerous, electric, and a jolt of awareness that shot through you. You brought it up to your own lips, mimicking his slow drag, the smoke filling your lungs with a sweet potent haze.

As you exhaled, you felt it — a heady rush that your limbs feel heavy and your senses sharpen. The world seemed to slow down, the low hum of the city outside fading into a distant buzz. Wooyoung took the joint back, your fingers brushing again, and this time, his touch lingered.

You both passed it back and forth in silence, the only sounds the soft crackle of burning paper and your quiet breathing. The tension in the room grew thick, palpable , a living thing that coiled in the space between the two of you. Your skin tingled, pulse thrumming in your ears. You could feel Wooyoung's gaze on you, heavy and intent, and when you finally met his eyes, you saw something dark and hungry but he masked it in his boyish grin.

He knew. He knew exactly what it was doing to you, and he was enjoying every second of it. The teasing glances, the subtle brushes of his fingers, the low rumble of his voice — it was all a carefully orchestrated game, and you were willing to play.

"Feeling it?" he asked, his voice husky, the words hanging in the air between the two of you.

You nodded, your throat suddenly dry. "Yeah."

"Good" he murmured, leaning back against the couch with eyes on you.

Then, he leaned in closer.

You could feel the heat of him, the slow rise and fall of his chest almost brushing your shoulder. The joint burned low between his fingers, forgotten for a moment as his attention settled entirely on you.

"Your pupils are blown" he laughs lowly, tilting his head slightly to get a better look at your face. "hits fast dont it?"

You swallowed at the proximity, backing away a little. "Y-yeah.. You said it was stronger"

He hummed softly, amused. "Sure did."

he leaned back against the couch again, the low lighting carved shadows along his torso, tracing the defined lines of his abdomen, the V-line dipping beneath the waistband of his sweats. His knees brushed against yours. Too close! need to leave now!

He took another slow drag, eyes never leaving your face this time, then he reached forward. Not with the joint.

With his free hand.

His knuckles brushed lightly along your jaw, tilting your chin upward just enough to hold your gaze. The touch wasn't forceful. It didn't need to be.

"I finally got to smoke with you, been waiting on when you're gonna let me roll for you" He grins.

Your breath felt heavier in your lungs, the room softer around the edges. "You never give free shits before so."

His thumb slid just barely under your chin, warm and steady.

"Well, you never stayed this long before" his voice was slow. A slow smile curved his lips.

You hum softly, then shaking his hold off you.

The air between the two of you felt charged, heavy with smoke and something far more dangerous and risky.

"You're okay. I got you. just relax" Wooyoung exhaled slowly through his nose, eyes dropping.

The high was settling into your bones, a warm, syrupy feeling that made the plush couch feel like it was swallowing you whole. You shifted, the fabric of your dress whispering against your skin. Everything was heightened now, the low thrum of the bass from a distant club.

The silence was killing you.

"So," You spoke, voice a little softer than you intended. "What is this again? Starlight?"

"mm," Wooyoung hummed, taking another slow dragged from the joint that's almost finished. He passed it back to you, fingers deliberately brushing against her palms. "New strain, Supposed to be special"

Your brows rose, feeling a bold curiosity fueled by the haze in your mind. "Special how? what's the side effects?"

Wooyoung leaned back, spreading his arms across the back of the couch. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. Instead of answering, he picked up his phone next to him, his thumb swiping across the screen. "Let's see what the pot heads says"

he squinted at the bright screen, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, he let out a low chuckle, a sound was both amused and dangerous. He looked up from his phone, his eyes locking directly at you. The air crackled.

"Well, first on the list is doozy. check." He said, his voice dropping to that gravelly register that made your thighs clench. "Next is... and the primary effect is.. aroused."

The word hung between the two of you, stark and undeniable. Your breath hitched. A hot flushed crept up your neck, blooming in your cheeks. You blamed the weed, of course its the weed! but you knew it was more than that. It was him. It was the way that he's looking at you, like he knew every dirty thought tracing through your head.

"...Right" You managed, trying for nonchalance and failing miserably. You need a distraction until this shit wears off. Anything to break the intensity of his gaze. You reached out for the remote resting next to the ash tray. Your fingers fumbled with it as you pointed it at the massive , black screen mounted on the wall. You pressed the button.

The screen flickered to life, but it didn't return to a streaming service menu. It resumed exactly where it had left off. On the screen, a woman with her head thrown back in ecstasy was being thoroughly pleasure by a man whose face was mostly buried between her legs. The sound were vivid, slick and unapologetic. A litany of breathy moans and dirty talk filled the stunned silence of the room.

You froze, the remote clutched in your hand like a lifeline. Your face burned with a humiliation so acute it was almost arousing. "Oh my god, I—"

Wooyoung's laughter cut her off. It wasn't mocking; it was deep, genuine and completely unbothered. He didn't even flinch.

"I was watching porn before you arrived, sorry" He admitted with a casual shrug, as if he'd just confessed to leaving a dish in the sink. He leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees, his gaze flicking from the screen to your mortified expression. A slow smile played on his lips before taking the remote from your hands. He pressed play before you could say anything.

"Woo! you're fucking insane" Your mouth hang open as your eyes naturally drifted to the screen. You should've stood up and left but he sank deeper into the couch next to you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his skin.

For a while, You two just watched in silence. The sounds from the TV filled the space, a rhythmic, explicit soundtrack to the tension coiling tighter and tighter between the two of you. You tried to keep your eyes glued to the screen or your phone but you were achingly aware of him beside you.

Then, to the corner of your eye, you saw it. A subtle movement. Wooyoung has shifted, slouching down into the cushions. He wasn't touching himself. Not overtly. But his hand had come to rest on his upper thigh, his long fingers languidly tracing the thick, hard line of his erection straining against the fabric of his sweats. He wasn't hiding it. He wasn't being aggressive. He was just... existing in his arousal, letting it sit there, a silent, powerful invitation. and that made it more dangerous.

Your own body responded instantly. A wave of liquid heat pooled low in your belly, your clit pulsing in time with the moans from the television. You squeezed your thighs together, a futile attempt to alleviate the sudden, desperate ache. You tried not to look, you wanted to leave but your body was heavy. You really tried but your eyes kept betraying you, darting back to the slow teasing circle his thumb was making, so close to where she suddenly, desperately wanted him to touch.

Wooyoung knew. Of course he fucking knew. He could probably smell your arousal from where he is. He let out a soft hum, a sound of deep satisfaction, and finally turned to look at you, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded.

"See?" he whispered, his voice low.

"Told you it was special"

The porn on the screen faded into distant, irrelevant hum. The only thing in your universe was the man next to you and the thick, pulsing tension that was making it hard to breathe. Your eyes were now glued to the prominent bulge straining against the soft grey cotton of his sweatpants. It was a blatant, confident display, and it was doing things to you that you couldn't control.

You felt his gaze on you , hot and heavy, but you couldn't meet it. You were too caught up in the sight, in the ache throbbing between your legs. Unconsciously, your thighs rubbed together, a desperate, silent plea for friction you knew he could only provide. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest; Got you.

He held out the last of the joint, the paper now short and singed. "Here, finish it" He murmured, his voice thick with smoke and satisfaction.

You took it, you shouldn't have. You should've left. You brought it to your lips, your eyes still fixed on his lap as you inhaled deeply. The smoke was potent, laced with an aphrodisiac quality that melted the last of your inhibitions. It coursed through , a warm, permissive wave that told you to stop fighting, to just take what you wanted.

And what you wanted was right beside you.

As you exhaled a low, unsteady stream of smoke, your hand moved with a will of its own. It dropped from your lap to his thigh, the skin warm and firm beneath your touch. He didn't flinch, didn't move a muscle. He just let you explore, his body a silent, willing canvas.

Your fingers inched higher, tracing the seam of his sweats until they brushed against the hard, thick ridge of his cock. The fabric was soft, but beneath it, he was rigid steel. You curled your fingers, wrapping it around him through the pants. He was bigger than you imagined, thick and heavy in your grasp, and a jolt of pure unadulterated lust shot through you.

Wooyoung let out a soft hiss of air, his head falling back against the couch. He still didn't touch you, his hand resting loosely on his own thighs, offering you complete control. The power was intoxicating.

You tightened your grip, stroking him slowly through the fabric. The friction wasn't enough. It was a frustrating tease. You needed more. You needed to feel him. skin on skin.

Your fingers found the waistband of his sweats. With a soft decisive tug, you hooked your thumb under the elastic and pulled it down just enough. His cock sprang free, slapping heavily against his lower abdomen. The sight stole the air from your lungs. He was perfect— long, thick, and flushed a deep, angry pink, the tip already beaded with pearly precum.

The joint now forgotten, was crushed out in the ash tray. There was only one thing left to do.

Leaning over, you lowered your head. The scent of him, clean and masculine and uniquely Wooyoung, filled your senses. You stuck out your tongue, tracing a slow, deliberate circle around the head, lapping up the salt drop of precum. He tasted as good as he looked.

Wooyoung's sharp intake of breath was the only reaction you needed.

Then, you parted your lips and wrapped them around the head, sinking down slowly, taking him into the heat of your mouth. He groaned, a low guttural sound of pure pleasure that vibrated straight though you, settling deep in your core. You began to move, your tongue swirling, your slips sliding, taking him deeper with each pass, the television moans now a pathetic echo of the real thing happening on this couch.

The world has narrowed to the wet slide of your lips, the heavy weight of him on your tongue, and the deep rumbling groans he was letting out. You lost yourself in the rhythm, in the raw, primal act of pleasuring him. Every flick of your tongue, every hollowing of your cheeks, was met with a sharp intake of breath or a muttered curse from above. You were so focused, so consumed by the taste and feel of him, that you didn't notice the shift in the room's atmosphere.

Wooyoung, however, did. He was a creature of his own environment, always aware. And right now, his environment was about to be breached.

While you were occupied, his hand moved from his own thigh to yours. He didn't ask, didn't hesitate. He simply gripped the hem of your dress, the soft fabric a stark contrast to his rough, assertive touch, and pulled it up, baring your legs and the thin lace of your panties to the cool air. he didn't yank or tear; the motion was dominant but deliberate, claiming.

His fingers ghosted over the soaked fabric, and he chuckled, a low, dark sound of his triumph. "Fuck baby, You're dripping for me, aren't you?" He murmured, his voice a husky caress. He pressed the heel of his palm against your clothed core, the pressure a delicious torment that made you moan around his cock. He was in control, dictating the pleasure even though your mouth was around him.

Just as his fingers hooked the side of your panties, ready to grant you the pleasure you've been desperate to have, the front door clicked open.

You froze, your mouth still full of him. Panic, cold and sharp, cut through the haze of arousal. You tried to pull back, to scramble away, but Wooyoung's hand was suddenly firm on the back of your head, holding you in place. It wasn't a rough gesture, but a silent command: Don't move.

Two figures walked in, their laughter and casual conversation dying mid-sentence as they took in the scene. It was San and Mingi. Wooyoung's friends.

They stopped just inside the doorway. For a split second, there was a stunned silence. San's eyes widened slightly, a slow, appreciative smirk spreading across his face. Mingi just blinked, his gaze flicking from your flushed face, to Wooyoung's relaxed, dominant posture, to the very obvious act happening on the couch.

There was no shock, no outrage. Just mild surprise and amusement.

San was the first to speak, his voice casual as he shrugged off his jacket. "Well, that's fucking hot"

Mingi just snorted, shaking his head with a grin as he toed off his shoes.

They didn't stop and stare. They didn't gawk or make a scene. As if it were the most normal thing in the world to walk in on their friend getting head on the couch, they simply continued their path. They walk right past them, heading for the staircase that leads to the upper floor.

"Hey Woo" Mingi called over his shoulder as he started up the stairs. "Just grabbing Gedd's order. Don't mind us."

"Yeah," San added, following him up. "Carry on. Don't let us interrupt the ... this"

Their footsteps faded away, and then the sound of a door closing upstairs.

The silence that followed was deafening. You were mortified, your entire body rigid with embarrassment. But Wooyoung, still holding you gently but firmly, just tilted his head back and laughed. A real, deep, /pissed/ genuine laugh.

"Those dickheads..." he said, his voice vibrating through his chest and into your mouth. "Has zero fucking boundaries" He finally released his hold on your head, his fingers stroking through your hair softly. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with lust and something else— something like pride.

"Now.. where were we?"

The laughter died in Wooyoung's throat, replaced by a low growl of pure need. The interruption, far from breaking the spell, has only sharpened it, adding a dangerous, thrilling edge to the atmosphere. He looked down at you, your lips swollen and your eyes wide with a mixture of lingering shock and renewed hunger, and a slow dangerous smile spread across his face.

"get up" he commanded, his voice a husky whisper.

Before you could even process the order, he was already moving. His hands were on you, strong and sure, as he effortlessly flipped you over. You landed on your back on the soft plush cushions with a soft gasp, your dress still bunched around your waist. He hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties and with one fluid decisive motion, pulled them down your legs and tossed them aside.

Now you were completely exposed to him, your glistening cunt open and waiting. he didn't give her a moment to feel self conscious. he lowered his head, not giving any warning before he dove in.

The first touch of his tongue was electric. A broad , flat stroke against your slick folds that made your back arch off the couch. He wasn't gentle or tentative; he was ravenous. He ate you out like a man starved, his tongue swirling and probing, finding your clit with a sickening accuracy that made you see stars. He alternated between sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves and fucking his tongue deep inside you, his hands gripping your thighs, holding you open for his assault.

You were so lost, your fingers tangling in his hair, your hips rolling against his face as he drove you higher and higher. The sounds from the TV were gone, replaced by the wet , lewd sounds of his mouth on you and your own breathy moans.

You were so close, teetering on the edge, when you heard footsteps again.

Your eyes fluttered open, your hazy vision focusing on the figure descending. It was San. He has come back down. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes fixed on the scene on the couch, on Wooyoung's head buried between your shaking thighs.

A fresh wave of heat, potent and dark, washed over you. This was wrong. This was filthy. And it was the hottest thing you have experienced.

San watched for a moment, his own arousal evident in the tight line of his jaw. he walked closer, his movements slow and deliberate, until he was standing right behind the couch. he didn't look at Wooyoung. He looked at you.

"Wooyoung" San's voice was low and rough that vibrated through the room. "You're gonna make her pass out before I get a turn"

Wooyoung lifted his head, his chin and mouth glistening with your arousal. He gave him a menacing grin, a feral possessive thing. 'Fuck off San"

"Just a taste" San bargained, his gaze still locked on you. His eyes were dark and intense, a silent question in their depths. "Come on, she looks so fucking delicious"

The decision wasn't Wooyoung's to make. It was yours. San was asking you. The power shifted back into your hands, and the thrill of it was immense. You looked from San's burning eyes to Wooyoung's challenging smirk. A part of you should've said no, but the weed, the lust and the sheer audacity of it all won.

You gave a slow nod, ashamed and embarrassed.

This was all the permission San needed. Wooyoung surprisingly didn't object. He just shifted to the side, making room. San knelt on the floor by the couch, leaning in. He didn't hesitate either, his head dipping back down.

And then it happened.

Two tongues, two sets of lips, working in tandem. It was a dizzying, overwhelming assault on your senses. Wooyoung was more aggressive, his movements focused and demanding as he lapped at your clit. San's was exploratory, his tongue delving, curling inside you, tasting you deeply. They share you, passing you back and forth between their mouths like a joint, their occasional brushes against each other only adding to the thrill.

Your mind went blank. You could only feel. The dual sensations, the sight of them between your legs, the sound of their shared appreciation. Your orgasm ripped through you with the force of a tidal wave, a blinding, shuddering release that left you gasping and weak, your body twitching with the aftershocks. They didn't stop, drawing out your pleasure until you were a whimpering, oversensitive mess, completely and utterly theirs.

You were still floating in the hazy aftermath, your body limp and pliant, when you heard the heavy footsteps on the stairs again. A third person. Your heart gave a little flutter of anxious anticipation. You didn't have to wait long to see who it was.

Mingi appeared at the bottom of the steps, his tall frame filling the space. He took in the scene instantly; Wooyoung kneeling on the floor, San's head still between your thighs, your legs splayed wide and still trembling. Unlike San's initial pause, Mingi's reaction was one of immediate understanding and a grin that was pure sin.

"Oh That's what we're doing" He announced, his voice a deep, amused rumble. "Let me get a turn"

He strode over, his confidence radiating off him in waves. While San finally lifted his head, his lips shiny and his expression satisfied, Mingi was already hooking his thumb into he waistband of his own sweats. He pushed them down just enough to free himself, and your breath was caught. He was long and thick, a heavy, imposing weight that he held in his fist.

He didn't ask. He didn't wait. He positioned himself by your head, tapping the thick head of his cock against your swollen, sensitive lips. The gesture was both a question and a command. You were caught in a dizzying spiral of submission and lust. You parted your lips willingly, inviting him in.

He slid into your mouth with a low groan, his hand tangling in your hair to guide you. The sensation was overwhelming— the weight of him on your tongue, the musky , clean scent of him filling your senses.

Just as you find the rhythm, you felt Wooyoung shift. He rose from the floor, his body moving over yours, caging you in. His eyes, dark and possessive, bored into yours as he notched the head of his cock against your soaked entrance. He paused for a fraction of a second, a silent moment of connection, and then he pushed inside.

A guttural moan was muffled by Mingi's length as Wooyoung filled you completely. He didn't start fast. He set a punishing, deliberate pace, pulling out almost all the way before sinking back in, deep and hard. Each thrust forced you further onto Mingi's cock, creating a perfect, overwhelming rhythm. You were the centre of their storm, a vessel for their shared pleasure.

San , now a spectator, watched the whole scene with an avid, hungry gaze. his eyes eyes tracked the way Wooyoung's hips snapped against yours, the way your body arched to take him deeper, and the way you hollowed your cheeks moved as you suck off Mingi. He palmed himself through his jeans, a look of intense concentration on his face.

Then, he calmly pulled out his phone, He unlocked it, his thumb moving lazily across the screen. You could hear the faint click of the keyboard as he typed, his eyes still glued on the sinful scene in front of him. He held his phone to his ears.

"Yo Gedd, Yeah listen, I'm gonna have to raincheck tonight.." he said, his voice completely normal, as if he was discussing the weather. He paused, listening. " Nah, I'll deliver tonight or tomorrow.. laters."

He hung up, tossing his phone onto the armchair across with a soft thud. He looked back at you, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face.

"Wouldn't wanna miss this"

The world was a blur of sensation, a symphony of overwhelming pleasure. You were completely at their mercy, caught between the two men using your body, their movements a perfectly timed, intoxicating rhythm. The air was thick with the smell of sex and smoke that made your head spin.

While Mingi's cock filled your mouth and Wooyoung's pounded into you, San was silent, appreciative audience. He moved in a languid grace, completely comfortable in the role of being the observer. He settled on the armchair across, rolling up another joint with practice eased just like Wooyoung. He lit it, taking a slow drag as he watched them, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded.

Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, Wooyoung's thrusts began to slow. With a final, deep groan, he pulled out of you, leaving you achingly empty. Before you could even process the loss, Mingi was already withdrawing from your mouth.

"My turn" Mingi rasped, his voice laced with lust.

He didn't give her a chance to move. With a strength that was both thrilling and a little terrifying, he gripped your hips and flipped you over onto your hands and knees. the position was lewd, exposing you completely. He wasted no time, gripping his cock and sliding it in one swift, powerful stroke.

A sharp cry tore out of your throat. Mingi was rougher than Wooyoung, his thrusts harder, more demanding. He sent a relentless pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. But it wasn't cruel. His hand roamed on your back before finding the lose strands of your hair, he gathered in a pony tail for him to hold.

He reached out one of his arms towards San, who passed him the lit joint without a word. Mingi took it, bringing it to his lips and inhaling deeply as he continued to fuck you from behind. The sight of him, tall and powerful, smoking calmly as he drove into you. It was pushing you over the edge.

But Wooyoung wasn't done either.

he sat back on the couch next to her, his legs spread. His cock, still hard and glistening with your arousal, stood at attention. He tangled his fingers in your hair, guiding your face back towards his lap.

"Open up, Sweetheart" He says with mockery. "We're not done with you yet"

You willingly obliged, your lips wrapping around him once more. The new position was even more intense. Mingi's hard thrusts from behind forced your mouth down onto Wooyoung's length, creating a perfect, synchronised rhythm of being filled from both ends. You were their toy, their plaything, and the thought sent a fresh wave of gushing wetness down your thighs.

That's when the talking started, a low filthy phrase that pushed you to the edge.

"Look at you" San's voice heard from across the couch, thick with smoke and satisfaction. "Taking it so well. Such a good girl.."

"fuck, your mouth feels so good baby" Wooyoung groaned, his hips bucking slightly, pushing deeper. "Just like that, take it all"

Mingi, Holding the joint in one hand, used the other to deliver a sharp, stinging slap to your ass. The sharp smack made you clench around him. "You like that huh?" He growled, his voice rumbling against your back. "Like being fucked by both of us huh? While San watches? Nasty bitch"

The combined stimulation, the relentless pounding, the fullness in your mouth, the stinging pleasure on your ass, and the degrading words that was also praising her. was all too much. Your orgasm crashed through you, violent and consuming. Your body convulsed, your scream muffled by Wooyoung's cock as your walls clenched uncontrollably around Mingi's length.

They didn't stop, riding out your orgasm, drawing it out until you were a trembling, whimpering mess. Yet you craved for more.

You were a limp, quivering mess, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your last orgasm. You were barely conscious, floating in a haze of blissful exhaustion. But the night was far from over.

San had enough of watching.

He stood up from the couch, his patience worn thin. With a possessive growl, he moved to the couch, his eyes burning. He didn't ask, he didn't negotiate. He hooked his hands under your arms, yanking you back from Mingi with a rough, decisive pull that made you gasp.

"My Turn" San snarled, His words raw with declaration of intent.

he manhandled you onto the couch, positioning you so that you were straddling his lap. your back pressed on his chest. He lined up cock against your slick entrance. He didn't give you a moment to prepare before gripping your hips and slamming you down onto him.

A piercing scream tore from your throat, the sound instantly muffled as Mingi stood in front of you again, grabbing the back of your head and guiding your mouth back onto his slicked cock. San's pace was brutal, a ruthless, punishing speed that stole your breath. He used your body like a toy, lifting you up and slamming you back down , each powerful thrust driving you deeper onto Mingi's cock. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on painful , a while hot, blinding force that consumed you.

After a few moments of his merciless assault, San's movements changed, He stilled his hips, his hand gripping on your waist. "Ride me" He commanded. " Show me how much you want it"

Your muscles screamed in protest, but your body was desperate and it obeyed. You planted your hands on Mingi's waist for support and began to roll your hips, bouncing on San at the pace that he wanted.

Your eyes, blurry and hazy, landed on the forgotten joint smoldering on Mingi's hand. You reached for it, you needed the haze, the sweet smoke to dull the edged of this overwhelming feeling that's consuming you. Your movements clumsy as you continue to ride San, you brought the joint to your lips, inhaling a deep, shaky drag as you sank deeper on his length.

The three men watched you, utterly captivated. The sight of you riding one of their cocks while the other is stroking Mingi's, was the single most erotic thing they've ever seen if not experienced. Their gaze was heavy with lust, dark, possessive with pride.

Mingi stroked your cheek, his thumb wiping away a stray tear of overwhelmed pleasure. "So fucking perfect"

Wooyoung took the joint off you from behind the couch, taking a drag off it while reaching to grope one of your tits. You exhaled the thick cloud of smoke, head falling back on San's shoulder as a sudden sharp clarity cut through the fog of lust. You looked at them, a breathless, disbelieving laugh escaped your lips.

"You guys are fucking insane.." you breathed out, voice hoarse from screaming and moaning.

San just chuckled, he nipped at your ear. "You love it"

He tightened his grip, a possessive, final claim. He held you still for a moment, his chest heaving against your back, his cock buried deep inside you. Wooyoung who was watching from behind the couch saw the opportunity, eyes locked at the way you were stretched around San. Your clit swollen and begging for attention. A menacing grin appeared on his lips as he made his way around. 

“Gotta make sure she’s full right?” He spat on his hand, stroking his cock to make it slick, and then moved forward, positioning himself at your already occupied entrance. 

Your eyes widened, a jolt of panicked excitement shooting through you. ‘W-wait! I- I can't!” 

“Yes you fucking can, don’t be weak” San’s voice was low but reassuring, his arms tightening around you to hold you still. “Take a deep breath, I got you baby” 

Wooyoung started to push. The pressure was immense, a burning,  stretching sensation that teetered on the edge of pleasure and pain. You cried out, your hands unsure where to hold, body tensing instinctively. 

“That’s it baby.. You’re doing so well” Wooyoung coaxed, his voice calming you down. 

You forced your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. He looks so fucking good. He pushed again, a slow relentless pressure, and then with a sudden, sharp pop, the head of his cock slid in along San’s 

A scream was torn from your throat, the sensation of being so impossibly, unbelievably full sending your senses into overdrive. It was a feeling of complete and utter surrender, of taking you to your absolute limit and then pushed beyond it. 

They gave you a moment to adjust, a precious second to breathe through the overwhelming stretch. Then, they began to move.

It was a clumsy, perfect rhythm at first, learning to move together. One would pull out slightly as the other pushed in, creating a constant, maddening friction. Then they found their pace, a synchronised, powerful rhythm that stole the air from your lungs.

Two cocks, stretching you, filling you, owning you. The pleasure was immense, a white-hot, all consuming fire that burned away every rational thought. Your head fell back against San’s shoulder. Your body limp and pliant in his arms as they used you, their shared grunts and groans sending you into another world. 

“So fucking perfect” San whispered in your ears, “Such a good little slut” 

“Made to be stuffed full” Wooyoung chimed in, his eyes locked on the sight of your cunt stretched around them. Then, he looked up and straight past your shoulders. He leaned in, over your shoulders where San’s face resides and claimed the older male’s lips. Like, they’ve done this before. 

You could feel the two move their heads as they locked their lips, it was the most erotic thing you have ever witnessed. 

The dirty words, combined with the relentless, dual stimulation, were your undoing. Your orgasm didn’t build; it detonated. A violent, explosive force that ripped through you, your body convulsing and clamping down around them as you screamed their names into the charged air. You were gone, shattered into a million pieces of pure, humiliating ecstasy, lost in the sensation of being filled by two men at once.

The world had dissolved into pure sensation, Your mind went completely blank as Wooyoung and San found a devastating rhythm inside of you. Each twin thrust sent a shockwave through your system, a perfect, agonizing pleasure that was too much and not enough all at once. 

Mingi, who had been stroking himself with a slow, deliberate patience as he watched, finally decided it was his turn to join the symphony. He moved to the couch, his tall frame towering over yours from the side. He tapped his leaking cock against your cheek, no words were needed, your mouth complied. 

You parted your lips, he slid into your mouth that followed a groan from his own lips. The slick heat distracts you from the painful stretch between your legs. Now you were completely full, three cocks, three men all focused on you. 

They all work in tandem, a perfect coordinated machine of pure filth. San’s hips thrust up from below, Wooyoung’s drove down from above, and Mingi slid in and out of your mouth. They moved in a rhythm that was both brutal and beautiful, a shared ecstasy that consumed you whole. Your muffled whimpers and the slick, lewd music of their music of their bodies joining together. 

You could feel it coming. The change in their breathing, the way their movements grew more erratic, more desperate and sloppy. They were all reaching their peak. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” Mingi groaned, his hand tightening around your hair as he began to fuck your face in earnest. “Swallow it all– fuck.” 

With final, deep thrust, he buried himself in your throat. His cock pulsed, and hot, thick ropes of cum filled your mouth. You swallowed instinctively, your throat working to take every drop as he groaned his release. 

The sight of it, the feeling of you swallowing around Mingi, was the last straw for the two. 

“Gonna fill you up” San snarled in your ear, his teeth grazing your neck as his hips slammed up into you one last time. 

“Take it” Wooyoung groaned, his eyes wild as he drove deep. 

They came together, a perfect, synchronized explosion. You felt the hot, powerful spurts of their release flooding your insides, two distinct pulses of heat that seemed to merge into one, filling you to the brim until their combined essence trickled down your thighs. The feeling was so intense, so absolute, that it triggered one final, shattering orgasm that ripped through what was left of your consciousness. 

They stilled, the only sounds in the room their heavy, panting breaths. Mingi slowly withdrew from your mouth, a soft, satisfied sigh escaping you. Wooyoung and San remained inside you for a moment longer, their bodies trembling from the aftershocks, before they too pulled out, leaving you empty and dripping with their cum. 

You collapsed forward onto the couch, used, quivering and a satisfied mess. 

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the heavy, sated breathing of four people. The air was thick, saturated with the scent of sex, sweat and smoke. 

Then, a sound cut through the haze. 

It was your phone, buzzing and skittering across the coffee table. The sharp, insistent chirp of your custom ringtone– a cheerful, upbeat pop song– was scarily out of place. The screen lit, illuminating the name in bold, glowing letters Yunho. 

The air turned into ice. Wooyoung who broke the silence, a slow wicked grin spreading across his face. 

“Well, Well” He drawled, his voice a low purr against your ears. 

“Looks like Boyfriend’s checking in” 

You yanked your dress on, grabbing the baggies on the table as panic washes over you. 

pairing: bf!wooyoung x gf!reader synopsis: life has been kicking your ass. overworked, no time for self-care, and little time to spend quality time with your partner- wooyoung decides to whisk you away for a long weekend hoping it will help you feel like yourself again. a/n: this one's for the bitches who need a mf break. this was suppose to be an emotionallymessy!reader x emotionallystable!wooyoung fic but it turned into reader just needing to turn off her brain. also, i've been listening to castle a lot and it kinda influenced me! cw: smut mdni! alcohol consumption (they don't get drunk though), not necessarily dom!woo but he's def the one calling the shots, cursing, pet names (pretty girl, baby), fingering, unprotected p in v, one slap, fingers in mouth, drooling, dirty talk, semi-public sex (they're in a backyard, but houses are conveniently spaced far away hehe), mentions of toxic past relationships (i don't go into detail) wc: 6.7k

It was hot. Like, you better put on your flip flops coming out of the pool if you don't want the bottoms of your feet to barbecue on the patio, hot. The summer playlist Wooyoung curated bumps at a not-too-obnoxious volume from the speaker set on the lounge chair while you lazily float about the pool on an inflatable. The high, black iron fence that surrounds the backyard, matted with lush greenery and pops of light purple wisteria, makes it feel like you're in a fantasy world, away from real life problems.

Wooyoung could see that you were overwhelmed with everything life has been throwing at you lately and arranged for a stay at a rental house a couple hours away from the city. Somewhere that wasn't tied to the goings on of what was happening at home or work. A completely separate space that kept the looming thoughts of what was to come after the long weekend.

And a long weekend away was exactly what you needed. Your work shifts have been stretching long beyond the usual 8 hours into 10, sometimes more, because of reasons beyond your control. Coming home to a mountain of laundry and dishes with little time to cook yourself a nutritious meal let alone grocery shop. Wooyoung would cook for you when he had the time, but he was also busy with his photography business. Booked nearly every weekend for special events and the majority of the week for professional portraits. Quality time spent together consisted of strictly sleep. You’d trudge in from another long shift that made you rethink your career, absent mindedly shower, and eat cut up fruit and yogurt out of a glass Pyrex measuring cup because you forgot to run the dishwasher before hurrying out the door in the morning. Then, Wooyoung would make it over just in time to catch you as you were falling asleep, pulling your curled up form into his body as he ran a soothing hand up and down your back.

You didn't feel human anymore. You had no more spoons to give. Honestly, the whole damn silverware drawer was empty.

It’s a sweet gesture for him to make. You’ve only been dating for six months, the relationship very much still new, but it hasn't felt that way. Wooyoung's charismatic charm and talent for reading people made it easy for him to clock that the far away stares and random bouts of silence increasing in frequency was a sign of you being at your wits end.

The mixture of coconut-banana scented sunscreen and chlorine was like aromatherapy to you, a reminder that you weren't in the stifling city where all your problems were waiting for you to come back. You move your arms on top of the water, letting buoyancy do its thing, like you were creating snow angels, letting the feeling of the water rolling across your skin keep you grounded.

A hand caught your wrist, “Is this a relaxing type of fidgeting, or the anxious kind?” You hear your boyfriend ask from next to you.

You roll your head to the side where he was floating next to you and look up at him over your sunglasses. All golden skin, hard lines of muscle, and shiny silver of the necklaces, rings, and the bracelet he refused to go a day without wearing. His expression reads less serious than what his question was asking, but still genuine none-the-less.

“If you keep reminding me of my anxiety it’ll just keep me feeling anxious.” You twirl your wrist around to knock his grip off and interlace your fingers with his, pulling him closer to you so your inflatables bump together, “This is perfect, thank you for doing this.” You smile while you float next to each other hand in hand like a pair of sea otters making sure not to drift apart.

You bring the mixed drink you made before getting into the pool up to your lips, taking a sip to find it watered down and hard to swallow. The disgusted sound you make in the back of your throat comes out louder than expected, “I’m making another drink, you want one?” You shake your glass in front of Wooyoung for emphasis.

“I’ll get it,” He offers, already grabbing for the glass and slipping off his float. And bless his heart, but if he does one more thing for you, you might choke him out with all the love in the world. He's waited on you hand and foot since you got here a mere 18 hours ago. Laying out your bath towels and swimsuit in the bathroom before you woke up, bringing you breakfast and tea in bed, even applying your sunscreen for you. Not even in the sexy way- he just smooshed his hands all over your face and ears to make sure you wouldn't burn even a little bit.

“Woo, I really appreciate everything you've been doing for me. But you're starting to feel more like a butler and less like my boyfriend and it's weirding me out.” You argue, flopping off your own float and moving the glass away from his grabby hands.

It’s his turn to look up at you from over his sunglasses, a pierced brow raising and suggestive smirk plastered on his face, “That doesn't turn you on?”

You let out a short, loud laugh, “Maybe if you’d put on a pair of gloves and bow tie and didn't try to airplane feed me scrambled eggs this morning it would have.”

“Oh my god, rude!”

Plucking his glass out of the cup holder next to his tattooed forearm you ask,“Now, what can I get you, Mr. Jung.”

He pushes his bottom lip into a pout, “Mr. Jung, not baby? So you hate me?” He brings a hand behind you and rests a palm on an asscheek under the water, his large, veiny hand still warm under the cool water. Raising your brow at him expectantly, you shake his glass waiting for an answer.

He huffs and drops the feigned hurt, “Surprise me.”

“Sure thing…” you bend over and let your sunglasses slip down to the tip of your nose, making eye contact before finishing the sentence “...baby.” giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. His eyes roll back into his skull as you grin, all teeth, and turn around to wade through the water and up the steps.

At the outdoor bar, the guilt starts to gnaw at you. Being taken care of is such a foreign concept, how were you supposed to act? Is it a trap? A way to build up favors to hold over your head and manipulate you into doing what he wants? That's the extent of your experience in relationships anyways. Wooyoung seems genuine enough. It's been six months, which isn't a long time but men had shown their true colors a lot sooner in the past. You think you should be in the clear.

Your brain plays ping pong with the thought as you locate whiskey, bitters, and steal an orange from the pile of snacks you set out on the outdoor dining table before getting in the pool. Hands on autopilot, using your vague knowledge of mixology to make his favorite drink, your thoughts continue to spiral.

Were you too mean? Is he getting tired of you telling him he doesn't need to do things for you? Deflection over confrontation has always been your go to strategy when it comes to uncomfortable emotions. It worked with Wooyoung. You met him a couple months before the two of you became official in November and made your “couple debut”, as Wooyoung called it, at a get together for his birthday. A bunch of friends of his that you hadn't met before were there, and that included girls. Because girls like Wooyoung. He’s flirty by nature and a good listener. He remembers details about everybody, he’ll ask questions about something that was told to him months ago and women ate that shit up especially.

So when he was chatting it up a little too hard with Minji you couldn't help the physical shift in your face and body language. Lips drawn in tight together, body ridged and angled away from him. He clocked it immediately, but you couldn't push the words out of your throat when he asked about it. It felt like rocks were sitting in your mouth, blocking the jealousy from making itself known. Instead you made a joke about how he was fired from helping you pick out your outfits because his terrible choice in shoes was giving you blisters.

That was just the nature of your relationship, ribbing each other endlessly because you both enjoyed it. It made everything feel less serious, and therefore, the stakes were lower.

Tapping the bar spoon on the rim of the glass, you decide you didn't feel like making another cocktail so you settle on a canned seltzer for yourself, cracking it open before picking up Woo’s drinking and fast walking across the hot pavement to where your boyfriend was now sitting on the top step in the pool. Head titled back, eyes closed, and arms bent at the elbow, leaning back on the wet bricks you wondered how on Earth an emotionally fucked-up woman like you pulled a man like him.

An eye pops open as you step into the pool next to him, brown iris much brighter with the sunlight hitting them, “Who’s who butler?” he asks as he brings the glass to his lips for a sip.

It did make him feel some type of way then. Where exes of yours had no problem making their feelings of unpleasantness known through dramatic temper tantrums, Wooyoung did it with decorum. He thought before he spoke, when it mattered anyways, and it never came out accusatory, making your fight or flight less likely to kick in.

Sighing, you bring your leg over him and drop into his lap, the water only covering a few centimeters of your shins, your knees pressing into the blue plastic liner of the steps. Sour lemon and lime flavor prickles your tongue as you take a sip of your seltzer, the alcohol leaving a burn down your throat, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that in an ungrateful way.” you say as you set the can on the pool’s edge and bring your hands to fiddle with front bow strings that keep your bikini top tied.

Wooyoung does the same with his drink and drops his hands to your thighs to rub, a silent way of showing he isn’t mad, “I know, I just don’t understand if you can do things for me why can’t I do them for you?”

Your throat feels tight and swollen all of a sudden, the metaphorical rocks are being shoved back into your mouth again and you can’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes. Groaning you drop your head forward so your face is hidden against his chest. The water droplets still clinging to his golden skin is a well needed shock of cool to keep your brain from overheating with a billion different thoughts. You try to parse through everything you want to say, weighing each word to determine what effect it would have on him. So badly not wanting to say the wrong thing- if that’s the case you’d rather say nothing at all.

Finally, you settle on “It makes me feel guilty when you do so much for me, especially when I haven't been giving back. I should be able to pull myself together and deal with my shit like an adult.” Your admission is quiet, whispered into his body like a secret, even though it was just the two of you hidden away amongst the viney walls the plants created around the yard.

With your vision obscured you hear more than see the laugh that escapes his nose through a huff of air. His arms wrap around you fully so you're pressed tight against him, trying to calm your racing, anxious heart.

“I do what I do because I want to. It’s how I show I care, baby. If it was too much for me I wouldn’t do it.” He speaks into the top of your head, trying to put all the sincerity into his words so you believe him. You tilt your head back so your chin is resting on his chest now and you’re looking up at him, wide eyed and glassy. It feels absurd how terrified you are about baring your heart to somebody, it’s embarrassing. He speaks with such confidence and certainty. How does he do it so easily? Why was it so hard for you?

But one thing was for certain: Wooyoung has been the best thing that's happened to you. You didn't have to worry about walking on eggshells to avoid a screaming match over trivial things. You could spend time with friends and family without him guilting you for leaving him alone and making you feel like you had to come home early. You never laid in bed at 3am agonizing over what you could’ve possibly done wrong because he’s been giving you the silent treatment all day. Your heart was calm with Wooyoung.

You inhale a full breath through your nose while wrapping your arms around his back, forcing your eyes back up to his.

“Lately, that's all you've been doing for me. I want to do things for you too, I don't want to feel like I'm always owing you.” You speak quietly, but Wooyoung hears you nonetheless. His brows dive-bomb down towards each other and flinches back subconsciously. He was genuinely curious, while also a little disturbed, by how you could think that? Why would you think that? Only answers that had his blood beginning to boil came to mind. He fixes his face and could only hope he did it before you could see his shock. Unfortunately for him, you’ve trained yourself to detect the microscopic changes in the facial expressions. He could see it in the way a blush flew up your neck and ears and how your bottom lip wobbled before you tucked it under your teeth.

He brings his hands up to cup your face, large palms with long, lithe fingers encompass both of your cheeks fully. Using his thumb to tug your bottom lip free from the anxious chewing you're doing to it, he says, “You will never owe me for anything I do for you. I take care of you because I want you to be happy in mind, body, and soul. Not because I expect favors from you. What can I do to make you believe that?”

You heave a big sigh and pull away from his hold on your face to move your cheek against his shoulder facing away from his neck, looking to the side and watching a squirrel dig frantically in the grass.

“I do believe you. It's my dumbass brain that-” you cut yourself off. If your brain doesn't believe him then doesn't that mean you actually don't? You groan, “I don't even make sense to myself. Woo, I feel like crawling out of my skin. I just know I like you, a lot, and I love being with you so much that I don't want something I do or don't do be a reason this ends.” By the time you finish your voice is warbling and you really wish you could trade places with that squirrel right now.

Wooyoung grips your shoulders to peel your sticky body off of him so he can look at you as he gently coos your name, “I love your big, beautiful brain,” he starts and emphasizes his statement with an obnoxiously large and loud kiss to your forehead. You scrunch your nose and give him a little hmph, but he just grins like you aren't spiraling out your damn mind and continues, “But it's gonna catch fire from all those neural pathways your lighting up with how much overthinking you do. You don't need to analyze and find a reason for every emotion you have. It's okay to just feel.” He rubs his thumbs into the joint that connects your shoulder blade and clavicle, trying to relax the tension you didn't realize you've been keyed up with.

You chew the inside of your cheek and narrow your eyes, “The brain is constantly using neural pathways, so if it was gonna be fried from that it would've happened already. I’m not worried about it.”

Wooyoung throws his head back and lets out a groan of frustration mixed with a laugh because picking apart the logic of the statement rather than absorbing the meaning was so undeniably you it was foolish of him to think you'd do otherwise. His fingers fly down and dig into your waists, wiggling them to tickle you “Don't be like that! You know what I mean, you're being bratty on purpose!”

You crumple into yourself and let out a screech of laughter, trying your best to swat at him while keeping your arms tucked close to your sides as an attempt to block the assault.

“Okay! Alright!” You gasp out between fits of giggles, “I’m sorry!”

He stops at your apology but keeps his palms resting on the curve where your waist and hips meet, “If you need to feel like you’re not…. in debt,” he doesn't hide his disdain for the word but continues, “Wedding season will ramp up next month and I’ll become a shell of a man with how many I’m booked for. You can take care of me all you want. I won’t protest or complain about it, I’ll let you do whatever it is you want to do for me. Will that make you feel better?’

You hum. It’s not something that will make you feel better immediately, but you know you have to meet him halfway.

“I suppose so. What if I’m still in this headspace though?” You worry your bottom lip between your teeth.

He doesn’t hesitate with his response, “Then we work it through together. We’ll be honest with what we need and what we can’t give, and promise each other it's not personal if we don’t have the mental capacity for extra attention. If we’re not open and honest about our feelings, how is anything supposed to get better?”

Damn his stupid, emotionally intelligent brain, because you know he’s right. Your whole life you’ve been bottling up your feelings inside hoping that things will change without ever expressing your desire for it in the first place. How were you supposed to get better at talking about your feelings if you don’t say them aloud in the first place?

“I’ll try harder to be more open about my emotions. It’s just really uncomfortable for me, I feel stupid talking about’em.” You mumble.

“Practice makes perfect, baby. I’ll never make you feel stupid for your feelings. Pinky promise.” He holds out his little finger for you to hook your own around, solidifying the agreement. Before he could let go of your finger you tug him forward and place your hands on either side of his neck to kiss his sun-chapped lips. He makes a shocked noise in the back of throat, but kisses back anyways tasting the citrusy tang of alcohol and the vanilla lip balm you put on this morning. Soaking in the wet slide of your tongues moving against one another and the slow movement of his lips over yours.

“My poor girl, been dealing with so much.” He coos against your lips, your mouth parted waiting for him to kiss you again, tongue flicked halfway out of your mouth. You open your eyes to find him already staring down at you, his expression changed from soft and sincere to something much heavier. You nod dumbly, all the talking about feelings making you want to shut off your brain for a minute. While it was much needed, it’ll still take a while before the idea of it stops feeling like an attack on your nervous system. He pulls you closer to him, sliding you up from your seat on his lower thighs until your core is pressed to his lower abdomen. One of his hands leaves your waist to cup the side of your face and gently stroked your cheek with his thumb. “It’s so unfair, life’s been fuckin’ you more than I have, huh?”

You whine, squeezing your thighs against the outer sides of Wooyoung’s, closing your mouth to push your bottom lip out in a pout and nod. You can't remember the last time you had energy for sex. Even though your job doesn’t rely on physical strength it requires a lot of thinking and that mental drain sure makes your body feel exhausted like you've spent the day dead lifting concrete pavers. Driving home consisted of complete silence and fighting to keep your heavy eyes open while trying not to let your thoughts drift too much so you wouldn't miss an exit or run a red light. The reminder of the lack of intimacy sends a surge of neediness through you, your body wanting to make up for it asap. “It's been so long, Woo. M’sorry for making you wait.”

He slides his hand down your cheek to grip your jaw, chin pinched between his thumb and other four fingers, and jostles your head gently side to side, “While we're working on communicating our feelings let's fix your little habit of over apologizing too.”

The call out has you forming the word before you can even think to stop yourself. Wooyoung beats you to it though, squishing your cheeks together in his grip and making your lips purse together like a goldfish. His eyebrows shoot up, daring you to say it, his tongue poking out to play with his lip ring. You scrunch your brows together and blow air out of your nose, signaling your defeat.

He hums and gives your squished lips a light peck, “I know you weren't gonna say what I think you were gonna say, yeah?” He moves your head left to right to shake your head for you like a doll “That’s right, baby. I think you just need a distraction, make your brain go dumb and stop thinking about the bullshit.” This time the nod your head does is solely your own eager doing.

That’s all you've been wanting to do the last two weeks. The constant responsibilities being stacked up at work, being a shoulder to cry on for your friends who were also going through it this week, and being a problem solver for family all had your brain running nonstop. Always thinking of what to say, what to do, and how to do it. You haven't been able to cater to your own needs, too busy focusing on everyone else’s.

You use both of your hands to grip the wrist of the hand he was using to hold your face and tug it away so you can speak, “Shut if off, Woo.” It's said whiny, like you've been trying to fall asleep for hours and are begging the universe to grant you rest. Desperate, because at this rate, the need for him is more than your need to sleep.

The sound of your whiny desperation has Wooyoung cupping his hands under your ass to hold you steady as he carefully stands up. As quickly and cautiously as he could, making sure to step around the drinks abandoned on the bricks, he raced over to sit back against one of the reclined loungers in the shade and set you right back into his lap. You grip his shoulders and lay the front of your body completely along the front of his pulling him back into a frantic kiss. His lips move along yours, licking against the roof of your mouth, teeth catching on the skin of your lips, saliva making its way down your chin. You realize you haven’t even been making out like you used to in the beginning of this relationship and you missed it so much. The swell in your chest at the physical affection sends dopamine pumping through you, relaxing your muscles, and forgetting about anything that didn’t have to do with this moment.

Wooyoung’s hands glide up and down the curves of your body a few times before bringing them around your back and up to your neck where the string of your bikini top rests, giving it a tug to unravel it. He pushes up from his reclined position, forcing you up with him, before settling back down and holding you by the ribs to keep distance between you two. The top of your bathing suit slowly slips down, hanging flipped over your stomach still attached around your bust, and he groans.

“God, your tits.” He slides a hand up and brushes his thumb across your nipple a few times before using the tip of his finger nail to press down on it. You hiss, the sharp pain and zing of pleasure that zips down to your belly. “I missed seeing them, just as perfect as I remember them.”

“Wooyoung,” you pant, pathetically turned on in the span of a few minutes. But you can't bother with feeling embarrassed about it, “Please do something.”

“But I am already, baby.” He responds with an evil quirk of his lips, clearly knowing that's not what you meant.

“Wooyo,” you it say like a warning, but it didn't land. It was too breathy and soft.

“I dunno, I kinda like hearing you say my name like that. One more time for me.” You open your mouth to scold him, getting impatient. Sometimes if you're really stern with him, it'll turn him on enough to flip a switch, but he decides to use that moment to take your nipple between his index finger and thumb and pinch hard. A squeal comes out instead and your body jerks, “Woo!”

“Thank you baby, such a good listener. Giving me exactly what I ask for.” His eyes rake down your body behind his sunglasses, drinking in the shape of you, “This hot little bod drives me insane, and you have such a sweet personality? How’d I get so lucky?”

With eyes closed, soaking up the feeling of his hands sliding down to your thighs, thumbs rubbing the inside of each, you lick your lips before responding “Probably by being an unrelenting flirt and insisting on paying for every single one of my drinks at Mingi’s birthday party.”

He throws a “probably” in response, his thumbs reaching the crease of your thighs, running them along the inside seam of your bikini bottoms. You hum and roll your hips, trying to get them where you need them and open your eyes to see his own sunglass covered ones looking directly between your legs. Obviously too distracted to say anymore. Huffing out an impatient breath at the loss of momentum you bring your hand down to the bulge growing under his thin nylon swim trunks, rubbing the tip of your stiletto nails, the ones he so sweetly paid for you to have done before the trip, down the length of him. His thighs jump and he grunts, grabbing your wrist to twist your arm behind your back, “Put the claws away, woman. I'ma take care of you.”

And finally, he does. He lets go of your arm to bring you forward into his chest again, cheek on his shoulder with your lips pressed against the vein on his neck, pulling your hips up so they're hovering above his lap and can easily slide your damp bathing suit bottoms off. Wet from pool water? Sweat? Arousal? Fuck if either of you know, it could be all of the above. You hear the damp plap of them hitting the patio, feeling the hot breeze blowing across your exposed bottom half arched in the air. For a moment, the thought of surrounding neighbors seeing the debauchery taking place crosses your mind before you remember you're not in the cramped city anymore, you're in a vacation home where the next house is at least a football field length away.

The feeling of your boyfriend using his reach around the back of you to graze your slit brings you back to the present and rocking your hips back to take what you want. He graciously allows it, letting you fuck yourself on one of his fingers before adding another and slowly scissoring you open.

“I know it's been a long time, baby. L’me open you up real quick.” He whispers against the shell of your ear. You melt into the feeling, appreciating every drag of his boney fingers inside you, feeling every bump of his finger joints rub against the inside of your walls. The impatience bleeds out of you, after weeks of everything being go, go, go, you don't want to rush. You want to absorb the feeling of being with him, his ability to make you feel calm in the middle of the stormy parts of your life.

You aren't sure how much time has passed, only that suddenly you're empty and pouting again. You lift your head up with sad, scrunched brows and he's smiling softly, laughing, “Cute, all it takes is your little pussy being empty to bring you back from wherever your mind went off to? I’ve been asking if you’re ready for my dick the last couple seconds, I thought you fell asleep.”

The apology slips out unprompted by your brain, “Yes, yes, I’m sor-” Wooyoung’s thumb cuts you off, pressing down on your tongue, other four fingers curled under your jaw holding it open. He clicks his tongue against his teeth and rolls his eyes, “Alright, you lost speaking privileges. All I wanna hear outta this mouth are your pretty moans and whines, got it baby?”. You nod your head as much as you can. “Good fucking girl.”

This is what you needed. Being told what to do, for once, instead of being the one to do it. You’ll gladly let him take charge, direct you, use you, if that means you can just exist without thinking and dissecting every thought and feeling that rolls through your brain.

He keeps his thumb pressed down on your tongue while using his other hand to press the head of his cock, that he must’ve pulled from his shorts during one of the moments your mind had floated away from the present moment, to your opening. You sigh at the anticipation of being filled again, eyes slowly closing halfway, closing your lips around Wooyoung’s thumb to suck. The taste of his skin, mixed with a hint of chlorine and residual sunscreen from the last time he reapplied, floods your tastebuds as you hollow your cheeks and wiggle your tongue along the digit.

"Ah, ah,” A light tap to your cheek with the palm of his hand has your eyes opening wide again. “No sucking. Keep that mouth open. I wanna feel you drooling all over me, pretty girl.” A reluctant high-pitched whine leaves you as you drop your jaw back open, fighting the urge to taste the salt of his skin again. Pressure against your opening has that urge tossed to the side like your soaking bikini bottoms, the fat tip of his cock stretching your hole. The stretch of you wrapped around the thickest part of him has you clenching impatiently, wanting to feel him in your tummy already. You know better than to take without permission though. Wooyoung isn’t above dragging things out for the sake of making you squirm, but it seems like he was going to do just that anyways. He takes his time, fucking his tip in and out of you, driving you mad. It felt like scratching around a misquote bite, good but missing that satisfying pleasure of hitting the spot it needs scratching the most.

The saliva that's been steadily pooling in your mouth bubbles with your impatient whine, spilling over and down your chin. Wooyoung groans, "Music to my fucking ears." And that's all it takes for him to lift his hips and fill you in one long, torturous go. Your knees slide to the sides, rubbing against the tightly woven material of the lounger that makes the skin burn, but that's the last thing on your mind.

The sudden closeness- him being literally inside you- after weeks of quick kisses and body-to-body contact through pajamas while you catch as much sleep as you can has your heart beating something fierce. You missed him. You missed going to his place to keep him company and goof off while he cooked dinner for the two of you. You missed hanging out with him at his studio while he works on editing client photos. You missed feeling like a couple, because lately you've felt like strangers.

You grab his wrist and squeeze it twice quickly and once slowly. He slides his thumb from your mouth, a string of spit following, and quickly checks in, "You okay? Need a minute?"

"Mhm, wanna kiss you. And see you." You reassure and push his sunglasses on top of his head. Even in the shade you can see his pupils take up so much space only a sliver of pretty brown can be seen around the edges. You thread your fingers through his hair and brush your nose against his with a sigh.

"Better?" He whispers, moving your sunglasses from your face and carefully setting them on the ground. You nod with a dopey close lipped smile on your face, and once you begin kissing him slow and nasty he starts to move.

The delicious roll of his hips knocks a moan from your mouth directly into his each time he pushes in. His grip on your hips to keep them at the perfect angle is unrelenting as he steadily drives his cock into you. Chests sliding together with the help of the mix of sweat from the heavy humidity in the air and the drool that pooled out of your mouth moments earlier.

"Missed this pussy so much- fuck. Missed you so much." Wooyoung grunts against your lips, pace picking up and the legs of the lounger scraping on the patio bricks. “I’m spoiling you right now, because you deserve it for all the bullshit you've been dealing with.” He bands an arm around your lower back, pressing you into a deep arch that has you squealing, “But next round I want you to show me that you remember how to ride this dick.”

“Uh huh! I remember, ‘mma show you.” You're not even kissing him anymore, with every word spoken your lips brush against his. Brows twisted up at the way his body rolls are grinding your clit in the perfect pressure and rhythm. Your fingertips flex at the second joint in his hair, raking at his scalp, your sex dumb mind trying to keep them from using the tips of your sharp acrylics.

He sucks in a sharp breath, but plows into you harder, faster. Your entire body is jostling up and down the length of his, the fire in your gut growing at a rapid speed until you don't think you can take it anymore. The only noises leaving your mouth are a mash up of moans and sobs, and you don't realize you're actually crying until you taste the salt from the tears flowing down your cheeks and into your mouth.

“Oh, baby” Wooyoung coos, bringing a hand up to smear the tears away from under your eye with his thumb. “It’s okay. Shh.”

“It feels so good, Woo. I missed you so much.” You’re for real sobbing now. The emotional damn breaking and flooding your eyes. You love this man, you realize. He’s stuck by you at your worst, let's you have bad days without making it about him, takes care of you when you can't take care of yourself, rented a whole goddamn vacation house just so you could take a fucking breath. All of that, and he has never asked for anything in return.

He kisses you, lip melding into yours, gently nipping at your lips, tongue pressing against yours and licking anywhere he can to get a taste of you, “I’m right here, not going anywhere.” You’re about to cum, you can feel it, the uncontrollable clenching of your cunt around him makes it harder and harder for him to keep up the wild pace of his thrusts up into you.

“Shit, fuck, you gonna cum? I can feel you squeezing the life outta my dick. Go ahead, baby. Let go of all the stress for me.” It takes him a while for him to give you the permission, kissing you between every couple of words. When the tension that's been building up in your lower stomach finally breaks, your body locks up for a second before it starts twitching like you've been shocked. You moan directly into his open mouth, your tongue lazily pressed against his. Both of his hands are on either side of your face now, and he reciprocates with his own beautiful whine as he unloads inside you. Grinding into you to drag it out as much as possible before it turns into over sensitivity.

Your body falls limp on top of his, cheek against his chest, and you try not to think about the amount of sweat that's covering the two of you.

The rumbling of his voice keeps you from drifting off, “I’m going to say something at the risk of it breaking your brain, but I need you to know.” You turn your head to look up at him, seeing that he’s already looking at you. If he could shoot heart beams out of his eyes at the sight of you, he would. Red rimmed lash line, tear-glossed eyes, and dewy skin from the heat, it rivals how gorgeous you are when you dress your best for a night out with your shared friend group. “I love you. You don't have to say it back, I would actually prefer you didn't right away. But I know when, if, you do say it back, I’ll still feel the same way. Even if it's a month or year from now, I’ll feel the same.”

A smile slowly spreads across your face, completely unexpected from you by the faint look of shock on Wooyoung's face. Instead of feeling the need to crawl out of your skin at the thought of such a strong emotion, you feel relief.

“I don't think you’ll have to wait that long.” You say with no hesitation, no need to second guess the way you're feeling or why you're feeling it. Just letting it be. You turn to kiss his sternum, and he hums pleasantly, grinning like a maniac but he doesn't push for an explanation.

“Well, that's a relief.” He reaches over and grabs a towel from the little table next to the chair you're on, “You need to pee, and I didn't think pool water will be enough to wash off the amount of sweat we just produced.”

Your nose scrunches, the thought of moving right now is the last thing your body wants. However, the thought of feeling clean in fresh clothes, maybe going out to the little beach town fifteen minutes away for a late lunch at one of their local restaurants in sandals and a sundress sounds nice enough to get you moving.

You sit up and press your hands to his stomach to keep from wobbling sideways, "You're gonna have to help me clean up, I can't feel my knees." Wooyoung smirks, he can't help but be smug with himself. Pushing himself up, making sure to cradle your back to keep you from falling, "It's the least I can do I suppose." Kissing your forehead he adds, "Thanks for asking me for help."

Pairing: Mingi/ Reader

Smut, fluff, romance

Warnings: Unprotected sex, pet names, vulgarity, choking, oral, MDNI

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CH 2

He didn’t show up for weeks after that. You tried not to let it bother you, but every time the bell dinged, you lit up, just knowing it was going to be him, only to be let down every time. You had imagined the conversation you would have with him when he finally showed back up. If he ever showed back up. By the third week of no shows, you figured that maybe he’d found a store closer to where he lived, or maybe he had found someone more interesting than you to occupy his time with. Regardless of the reason, it was starting to eat you up.

You were stocking the shelves when the door dinged open. “Welcome!” you piped, not bothering to look up from what you were doing. If someone needed you they would let you know. However, when your greeting was met with silence you peeked around the shelf towards the door. Nobody. “Great,” you sighed, “now the place is haunted too I guess.”

“Haunted?” The voice behind you nearly separated your soul from your body and you threw yourself forward, launching into the shelf and knocking over the cans you had just spent ten minutes organizing. “Oh! I’m sorry!” A pair of large hands gripped you gently by the arms and hauled you up from the floor. “I’ll help you fix them, I’m sorry!” You whipped around, thinking you had to be mistaken.  But you weren’t. It was him. “Are you ok?” he asked, worry in his eyes.

“Where have you been?” you almost shouted, concern coloring your voice. “You haven’t been coming here. I thought you didn’t want to shop here anymore.”

“You thought I didn’t want to sh-“ he looked at you in disbelief. “I… I was really busy. I had a lot of work to do so I wasn’t able to get out as much as I would have liked to. Were you worried?” You could feel your face turning red at the question.

“I was… no… yes… a little.” You refused to meet his eyes, choosing instead to tend to the cans that rolled around at your feet. He knelt to help you. “you don’t have to help me,” you croaked through the lump in your throat.

“Yes I do. And I want to. I’ll always help you.” His voice was low and husky. “I’m sorry I scared you. I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Consider me surprised.” You carefully stack the cans on top of one another, still not wanting to meet hi gaze, afraid that he might be able to read the feelings behind your eyes. The ones that you had been trying to deny since you’d grown to know him. Afraid that he might see how much you’d actually missed him.

“How have you been?” his voice echoed deep in your ears. “You been ok?”

“I’m ok. You?”

“Yeah, just really tired if I’m being honest.” You finished with the cans and he helped you to your feet again. “Me and the m- me and my friends have really been burning it at both ends the past few weeks. The project we’ve been working on is almost ready so we’ve been spending extra time polishing it up and making sure it’s good to go.”

“What is it you’re working on?” You finally looked up at him. He had on his hat, but you could still see bits of bluish hair poking out. “You changed your hair?”

“Huh? Oh, you caught that. Yeah, it’s for the project.”

“So, what exactly do you do for work?”

“I do a lot of things.”

“Ok,” you growled, “tell me one.”

“I write.”

“What?”

“I write… lyrics.” He eyed you, trying to read your face. You tried as best you could to keep it as emotionless as possible, but your tone of voice gave away the fact that you were a bit annoyed. You sighed heavily,

“Oh ok. Cool.” You decided not to press the issue any further. It was obvious there were things he wasn’t telling you. Whether it was because he couldn’t or that he didn’t want to, you weren’t sure. The one thing you were sure of was that you were overjoyed to see him again and not knowing what he did for work wasn’t a good reason to sour the moment. “So, you guys feeling good about the thing you’re working on, then?” You moved over to the coolers, placing new bottles of soju into their proper places.

“Yeah, we all like it a lot.” I feel like it’s going to be well received, but it’s always nerve racking when we’re working on something new. I’m just glad to have a break for a couple days.”

“It sounds like you could really use one.” You looked up at the clock, 12:38 in the morning. “You’re here later than usual, shouldn’t you be home trying to get some sleep?”

“Hm? Yeah.” He didn’t comment further, so you left it alone, He was free to do whatever he wanted with his time, and you weren’t going to complain that he was there. He was full of jokes and witty comments that night and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d laughed so hard that your stomach hurt. By the end of your shift, your throats were both sore from laughter. He paid for a couple bottles of soju and handed one to you, you drank it down gratefully.

“It was really nice seeing you tonight,” you gasped for air after finishing your drink. “I needed a good laugh and some company, so thank you.”

“Of course,” he took the empty bottle from you and tossed it into the nearby trash. “I was uh, I was thinking about you a lot while I was working the past few weeks.”

“About me?” you were genuinely shocked.

“Yeah.” The bell dinged, he cursed under his breath and you stopped a groan from escaping your lips. That bell had terrible timing.

“Y/N, I’m here. I’m sorry I’m a little late.” It was the owner. He shuffled over to the two of you and thanked you for staying past your scheduled time. “I was helping my wife; he hasn’t been feeling well this week. She told me to tell you that she’s sorry she probably wont be able to cook.”

“Oh no!” you assured him “don’t worry about me I’ll be ok. I just hope that she feels better soon. I can bring her some soup later this week. Just let me work on the recipe a little, wouldn’t want to make her any sicker with bad cooking.” The three of you laugh and the owner looked up at Oppa as if he had only just noticed him.

“And who is this? Boyfriend?”

“Oh, he’s…”

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” Oppa bowed politely to his senior. “I’ve come to see Y/N makes it home safely.” You jerked you head to face him. He hadn’t mentioned wanting to walk you home. He didn’t even know where your apartment was located.

“Ah, yes, good.” The old man nodded, “what a good man. You take care of Y/N now ok? She’s a sweet girl.”

“Yes she is, and I will take good care of her.”

“Get home safely. I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sir.” You offered a bow before hanging your vest on the hook beside the counter and making your way out the door, your apparent body guard close on your heels. “That was smooth,” you chuckled once the door closed behind you. “You came to walk me home, huh?”

“I actually did come to walk you home,” he shrugged, “I wasn’t lying.”

“Oh?” there was obvious surprise in your voice.

“Yeah.” He retorted. “Like I said earlier, I’ve been thinking about you a lot the past few weeks and it bothers me that you get off work at such a weird time. I don’t like the idea of you walking home alone when it’s so late, so I wanted to escort you there to make sure you’re safe.” You turned your head away from him, blushing something fierce.

“I appreciate that, thank you.” He was such a sweetheart. When he offered his arm to you, you took it and began walking in the direction of your place. Neither of you said anything in the first couple minutes; he was the first to break the silence.

“I like you,” he said bluntly, a heavy sigh followed as if he had been holding his breath. “I’ve been wanting to tell you that for a while. I like you.” The words hit you hard; your hands tightened around his arm, but you kept looking forward as you felt him looking down at you. Your mind was racing.

Am I supposed to tell him how I feel about him? I don’t even know his name, how can I truly like someone whose name I don’t know? Do I even really like him or am I just starved for affection? You searched the street ahead, looking for an answer.

He walked quietly beside you, patiently; giving you time to sort out your feelings. You thought about the other men that had asked you out over the past year, and the way that you’d rejected them all. You had truthfully had every opportunity to have whatever thirst that might have plagued you quenched, but you never champed at the bit. But with this man, you found your insides aching. To be with him. To laugh with him. To…kiss him?

You gave him no immediate verbal response; stopping in your tracks, you turned to face him, eyes glossy. Standing on tip toe, you placed a shaking hand on his chest and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. His own hand shot up to touch the place where your lips had been, his wide eyes staring into yours. “You…”

“I like you too.”

You were a block and a half away from your apartment when the rain started. You hadn’t even noticed the clouds gathering overhead. You had been too busy stealing glances at one another. When the first few rain drops splattered onto the tops of your heads, you both took off running full speed, hand in hand. By the time you made it to the front door of the apartment building you were both soaked through. He opened the door for you and you led him inside. You shivered your way into the elevator and up to the door of your little apartment. You both stood in front of the door, shaking like it was below zero outside. “Well that was unexpected,” he managed to get out through gritted teeth. “I’d have brought an umbrella if I had known it was going to rain tonight.”

“It wasn’t in the forecast.” You typed in your door code and pushed it open, warm air shooting out to envelope you. “Come in,” you offered in a small voice. He seemed to hesitate at the door, fighting with himself about something before ultimately crossing the threshold. You locked the door behind him. “It’s always warm in here. I hate the cold.”

“Me too.”

“Come in, take your shoes off and stay a while,” you giggled, noticing that he was standing awkwardly in the doorway.

“I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to assume.”

“Don’t be sorry. Here, just let me get you a towel and something warm to drink.” You disappeared into your bedroom, leaving him standing in the middle of the living room. When you returned to him you had a towel, a big shirt, and a pair of pajama pants that you were sure would fit around his waist, but as far as the legs went, he’d most likely look like he was wearing his little brothers pants. You smiled vaguely at the thought as you handed the items to him. “You should get changed; you’ll get sick otherwise. If you want to shower, the bathroom is down that hall there. I’m going to make some tea.”

He took the clothes from you, but you could tell that he was uncertain about what his next move should be. “Don’t overthink it,” you said, “this is the least I can do after you took your time to walk me home even though I know you're exhausted. You said before that you and your friends are working on something; I’m sure they don’t need you to be getting sick right now. Besides, I’d feel awful. Just go get warm, okay?” With that, you ambled into the kitchen to make the tea.

Fifteen minutes later, he was sitting on your couch, legs bent at ninety degrees, back straight, hands clasped in his lap. He’d put on the clothes you gave him, but he had put the mask back on. You placed his tea on the coffee table and set the tv remote beside him. “I’ll be back in a few.” You darted for the bathroom, eager to get yourself out of your soaked clothes. The second the door closed behind you, you stripped everything off and climbed into the shower, thinking about him sitting on the couch, as still and as stiff as a statue. And that damn mask. “What’s with the mask?” you grumbled to yourself as you scrubbed at your arms. “We’re inside now, he should take it off. I’m gonna tell him to take it off.” You paused, “wait, what if he’s horribly disfigured? What if he has a bad scar? Or a weird mole? Or bad teeth?” You rolled your eyes at your thoughts; it was South Korea, everyone wore masks. But still.

When you finally got back to the living room you saw that his cup of tea was empty, and that he seemed a bit more comfortable. He was slouched against the couch watching an anime that you’d seen a few times. “This is a good one,” you said, plopping down onto the couch beside him. “Have you seen it before?”

“Yeah, it’s one of my favorites so I like to rewatch it sometimes.” He ran his hands through his hair, which without the hat you could see was mostly an icy silver color that transitioned into the blue that you had seen before. It hung just above his shoulders, some spilling over his forehead, covering up the eyes you were so fond of.

“I like your hair.”

“Thanks, I do too. Wasn’t sure that I would at first since I like to keep it short, but I don’t mind the color at all.”

“I think it looks great.” You reached over and tucked a piece behind his ear, he looked over at you, you couldn’t read his expression.

“Thank you for the tea and the clothes, I really appreciate it.” He took your hand, holding it between his.

“Of course. I couldn’t just let you freeze; Especially when you walked me home.” He smiled through his mask, looking directly into your eyes. You could feel yourself melting under his gaze.

“I really like you, you know.”

“I really like you too.”

“I realized it,” he continued “when I couldn’t see you for those few weeks. I found myself thinking about you the whole time. I wondered what you were doing, how your days were going, whether you’d eaten delicious food or not, how late you got off of work and how scary it had to be to walk home alone every night in the dark. That’s why as soon as I got free time again, I HAD to come see you. I missed you.”

“What’s your name?” The question obviously took him by surprise. He sighed heavily, “I told you to just call me oppa.”

“But that isn’t a name,” you said flatly. “You know my name. Why can’t you just tell me yours?”

“I can’t. Not yet.”

“Why? Why are you so full of secrets? You wont tell me your name, you never take off that stupid fucking mask, you don’t tell me any important details about you or your life. I thought we were closer than this; I guess not.” You pulled your hand away from him, frustrated. “It doesn’t feel fair to me at all. Why are you so secretive? Is there something going on? Are you seeing someone? Are you married? Are you running from the law? What is it!”

“Y/N!” he grabbed your hands again. “I don’t want to keep secrets from you! I don’t want to keep anything from you at all. I have to. You don’t know how many times I’ve wished I could just be upfront with you and not have to worry. I want to know everything about you, and I want you to know everything about me. I-”

“When I was a kid I swallowed  a marble! Once I was with my friends setting off illegal fireworks and had to run from the police. I used to forge my moms signature on bad progress report cards. Um… I fell off my bike as a kid and scraped my thigh on a rock. It scarred up and I still have the mark.” You were spewing. Spewing with the hopes that if you told him more things about yourself that he would open up and do the same. You lifted your leg up and threw it across his lap, pulling up the fabric of you shorts to reveal the scar on your upper thigh. He sighed deeply as he touched it tenderly, running his finger across it.

“Does it ever hurt still?”

“No, but when I look at it I can still remember the pain of the fall.”

He leaned down, bringing his masked lips to your scar, his hair brushed the skin of your thigh, sending chills throughout your body. “I hope nothing ever hurts you again.” He kissed your scar again and you felt yourself turning to jelly. Without thinking, you leaned back, resting your head on the arm of the couch, a sigh escaping your parted lips as you ran your hands through his hair while he kissed your thigh, going higher and higher each time. You could feel your face growing hot, the tingling ache in your body growing more intense by the second. He glanced up at you hungrily, looking for approval. You met his gaze and smiled shamelessly, throwing your head back.

“Close your eyes,” he said. It wasn’t a request; the tone in his voice was gentle, yet firm. You obliged without a second thought. There was a pause, a light rustle of fabric, and then he was back, gentle pecks from bare lips that inched higher and higher up your leg. “A few years ago,” he spoke between kisses, “I had to leave my friends and my work to focus on my mental health.” Another kiss. “It broke my heart and I felt so guilty doing it.” Kiss. “But they never abandoned me, and I came back stronger.” Kiss. “When I’m working, I pretend that I’m someone else so that I don’t get too nervous.” Kiss. He had reached your upper inner thigh, you could feel his breath inches away from the precipice of your throbbing core.

He lifted you from the couch just enough to slide your shorts off. Your hands flew to your face, embarrassed. He moved to kiss the inside of your other thigh now, leaving little bite marks in the wake of his soft lips. “You’re beautiful,” he spoke softly, his breath making you pulse even more. “Heh, she’s so impatient.” You gasped sharply as he gripped your thighs in his big hands and spread them further apart. He had no trouble finding the right spot, and he tended to it reverently; each lap of his greedy tongue on your pearl made you whine and writhe. One hand gripped the side of the couch, the other found a tuft of his hair, pulling gently. You moaned with pleasure, and he moaned with you, the vibration made you clench. You brought the hand that had been gripping the couch to your stomach and pressed down, trying to keep your release at bay. You didn’t want this to end.

“You like that don’t you?” he flicked his tongue around as he slurped at the juices spilling from you. Your breath caught in your throat. You couldn’t speak, only groan in response. “Yeah, you like it. You’re so wet for me.” He stuck his tongue inside of you, lapping at your walls, quickly thrusting it in and out. You were surprised at how far into you it was able to go. You gripped his hair tighter, trying to resist the urge to pull it as you guided his tongue deeper into you. He let out a husky laugh. “What a nasty little slut you are for me. Damn.” His fingers took the place of his tongue. The thumb of one hand keenly circled your clit as the fingers from the other plunged in and out of you slowly.

“Fuuuuuck,” you moaned, tightening around his fingers. “Oh my god.”

“Don’t hold back, come for me baby. Come for me.” His tongue returned to its place on your clit while his finger still worked you from the inside. He reached up, gripping firmly onto your breast, rubbing your swollen nipple between two fingers. You squirmed under his touch, tears rolling down your cheeks. You couldn’t think of a time when you had felt such bliss. “Come all over my tongue babe, I want to taste every drop of you. His fingers moved faster to match the speed of his tongue, and in seconds you were squirting all over his hand and mouth, releasing every pent up feeling that had been washing over you since you’d met him. You could feel him licking and slurping as much as he could catch before turning his attention back to your engorged clit that still pulsed with desire. “You want more?”

“Yes,” you croaked, throat dry.

“Insatiable,” he chuckled. “Tell me what you want baby.”

“I want to know what you taste like.” You bit your lip hard, still feeling a little shy. The wet spot beneath you had gotten cold, so you sat up and slid your bottom over a little to escape. It was strange to not be able to see what was happening around you. But you kind of liked this game. It was fun to be surprised. You could hear him moving around beside you, then you could sense him standing before you, towering. You reached out to feel bare skin, sliding your hands up and down thick, muscular thighs. You could tell they were strong, he must have worked out a lot to build muscle like that. Eventually your hand found what you had really been searching for. You took hold of him, shocked at the girth of it. You licked at your lips, fighting the urge to open your eyes. You just wanted to see it.

“Are you sure?” he asked. You could feel him growing more and more rigid in your grasp.

“Yes.” You didn’t wait for a retort. Using your other hand to cradle his balls, you went for it. Gently at first, sliding your tongue around the head in slow circles as you allowed the saliva to gather in your mouth. He groaned, and you wished desperately to see his face. To see how you made him feel. When you took as much of him as you could into your mouth you could hear his breath catch in his throat. You bobbed back and forth in varying intervals, making sure to keep swirling your tongue around the head and shaft. He tasted clean, fresh; you were glad he’d taken a shower beforehand, but something told you that you wouldn’t have minded if he’d been sweaty. That maybe you would have liked it better that way. You took your other hand and lightly squeezed the shaft, stroking back and forth to match the movements of your head. He cursed under his breath, and that turned you on. You could feel the tingling feeling coming back to gather between your legs.

“Oh, fuck, baby.” He growled, grabbing a fist full of your hair to stop you from moving and pushed himself deeper into the back of your throat. You gagged, tears rolled down your cheeks and spit bubbles formed at the corners of your lips. “P-play with your pussy,” he said between huffs as he continued to fuck your face, seeming to go further and further down your throat with every thrust. You obliged, shoving your fingers inside yourself and keeping pace with him. You could hear his breathing change and his strokes began to falter after a minute or so. “I’m gonna cum,” he whimpered. “I’m gonna cum.” He moved to pull his dick out of your mouth, but you grabbed hold of his hips, keeping him there. You began to suck again, dragging grunts and groans out of him; he let out a whimper, and you felt the warmth of his release sliding down the back of your throat. You pulled every drop from him, licking the shaft clean and kissing the tip.

With his hand still firmly gripping your hair, he pulled you to your feet. “You’re so fucking nasty.” His mouth crashed into yours and he kissed you deeply, like he needed the air in your lungs. He hiked one of your legs up to straddle his waist and began playing with your clit again, still kissing you like his life depended on it. You felt like you were going to explode.

“Please,” you whined. “Please.”

“Please, what? Say it.” He yanked your head back, planting kisses along your throat. “Say it.”

“Please fuck me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please.” There was a moment of silence, and then,

“Y/N, look at me.” You didn’t open your eyes immediately, you were almost afraid to. You had gone so long without seeing his face, and now that the moment had come, you hesitated. “Didn’t you want me to take off the mask?” He cooed, “didn’t you want me to stop hiding from you? Open your eyes.”

“I’m scared.”

“Me too,” he said, “but I want us to trust each other.”

You opened your eyes slowly, your eyes were level with his bare chest. You put your hand to it and felt his heart beating rapidly beneath your touch. He cupped your face in his hand and tilted it upward slowly until you were looking into each others eyes. He searched your face as you took him in. His eyes, his perfect nose, his plush lips, two beauty marks placed on his upper cheek and lower jaw. Your breath caught in your throat. “Mingi?”

Suddenly everything made sense. Him skirting around questions about his work, him keeping his face hidden. Disappearing for weeks. Everything. His brow furrowed as he looked at you, “you know who I am?”

“Of course I do.”

“Do you still want me?” he asked, his lips brushing your jaw.  The question was loaded. He wasn’t just asking if you wanted him in that moment; he was asking if you wanted everything that came with him. You knew it was no walk in the park dating an idol. They had to keep their personal lives completely hidden from the public. Romantic relationships were usually discouraged. If you were going to be with him, it was going to have to be a secret. He wanted to know if you could handle that.

“Yes.”

That answer was all it took. He kissed you hungrily, nibbling at your lips and trailing down your body. He lay you down on the bed, cradling your head, and climbed on top of you, spreading your legs wide with his own. Taking both of your hands with one of his, he raised them above your head and held them there, using his other hand to guide himself towards your gape, slippery with anticipation. “Are you ready?”

“I’m ready.” In an instant he slid inside, his girth stretching you and his length filling you up. You sucked in a sharp breath, fighting the urge to cry out in utter rapture. His thrusts were deep and long, just before he’d fully remove himself, he’d ease back into you, and it went this way steadily for a bit. He watched you intently, gauging your reaction, enjoying watching you unfold beneath him. He brought one of your legs up to rest on his shoulder and adjusted his positioning. His breath grew more ragged, his thrusts more desperate. The sound of wet skin slapping together echoed through the room as the two of you intertwined. By this time, he had released your hands; using both of his to keep himself propped up. He leaned in to kiss you sloppily, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into you. He didn’t resist.

“You feel so good, you’re so wet for me princess.” He moaned into your ear, plunging deeper into you.

“Oh my God, Mingi,” you pawed at his back, trying hard not to leave any marks. You wanted more of him. All of him. Calling out his name made him wild. He flipped you around onto your stomach, driving himself as deep as he could, drawing cries and moans from you. You were almost there, right on the precipice of release, sweat drenched your pillow as you screamed into it, begging for him. He lifted you up, your back to his chest, both of you on your knees, and shoved his fingers into your mouth, down your throat. You sucked and licked at them moaning so loud that you knew the neighbors could hear as he dove deeper. “I’m close,” you whined, “I’m close.” He panted heavily in your ear, yanking his fingers from your mouth and wrapping them around your throat.

“Don’t fight it baby. Be my good girl.” Your eyes rolled back into your head as he choked you. The dam broke. You could feel your release gushing down your legs; he talked you through it as he continued stroking. “Yeah, that’s right. Cum for me. You’re amazing babe.”

“I can’t take it,” you sobbed, “I can’t take it.”

“Yes you can, you’re already taking it so well. You’re doing so good for me, princess.” He kissed the back of your neck as he delivered long, deep strokes. “Tell me who’s pussy this is.”

“It’s all yours,” you cried.

“Nobody else can touch you. Only me. Nobody else can break you like this.” He grunted and panted in your ear, tightening his grip around your throat even more as he fucked you so hard you thought he might actually break you. He pushed you down onto the bed, hiking your butt up. You arched your back and he grabbed a hold of your hips, slamming you down onto his dick. You screamed in pleasure.

“Mingiiiiiiiiii!”

“Y/N, fuck!.” He quieted for a moment, his thrusts growing a little more sporadic. “So...so good.” He let out one last moan, deep and satisfied. You felt your core grow warm with his load filling you up. He gave one final pump before easing himself out, and you collapsed onto the bed, spent. He lay down beside you, and you rolled over to face him.

“That was...amazing” you stated, blushing. “Was I good?” He kissed your forehead, brushing your damp hair from your face, and wrapping you up into his arms.

“You were phenomenal.”

You buried your face into his chest, breathing deeply. You wanted to take it all in, just in case it was a dream. Just in case your alarm was about to blare, and you’d wake up, alone. He stroked your back gently. “Are you okay?”

“I just can’t believe it,” you said, “it was you all along and I didn’t know. I must be stupid or something.”

“Why do you say that?”

“All the signs were there. I always thought that I would know you anywhere, but when you were right in front of me, I guess I was in denial or something, I don’t know.”

“You never thought it was me?”

“There was one time, when you laughed a certain way, and it reminded me of you, but I didn’t think it was actually you.”

“I wanted to tell you,” he said. “Every time you asked me something about work, or my personal life I wanted to tell you everything, but I couldn’t.”

“I get it. But, why tell me now?”

“I needed to know that I could trust you first,” he said simply. “I needed time to feel you out. To see if you were a genuine person or not. I thought that if we were able to form a relationship without you knowing who I really was, that I could feel safe enough to show myself to you.”

“It took you six months to decide?”

“I’m sorry, princess. I just wanted to be certain. I’ve liked you for a while, and I didn’t want to let my feelings cloud my judgement. It’s not just me that would be affected if something went wrong, you know. The members and the company would be too, and I would hate to be a burden to them.”

“I understand,” you nuzzled him, “and you aren’t a burden.” The two of you lay in silence for a while; you soaking everything in, him twirling your hair around his fingers. It was really him. Song Mingi. You’d always imagined the things you would do with him if you ever had the chance, and he’d just wandered into your life out of nowhere. The universe was funny, you thought. He could have come into the store when you weren’t scheduled and you would likely never have met him. He could have gone to any other store in the area, but he’d chosen yours. And now here he was, in your apartment, in your bed, entangled in your sheets, the taste of him still lingering on your tongue.

“Hey,” you had a sudden thought. “Do you know that girl?”

“That girl?” he stopped playing with your hair and looked at you with confusion, “what girl?”

“The girl from the store. The one that was looking at us all weird that one night. Is she like, your ex or something?”

“I don’t know that girl,” he said flatly. “I’ve seen her around at a few places, she gives me the creeps.”

“Is she following you? Do you think she knows who you are?”

“I honestly don’t know. Whenever I see her, I leave wherever I am.”

“I think she followed you out one night.”

“Does she come to the store often?”

“She used to come in a lot before you ever did,” you shrugged.

“And has she been back in since the last time I came?”

“Now that you mention it, no. Why?” He looked away, embarrassed. “What?”

“I uh, I used to walk by the store every few days. I wanted to come in and say hello to you, but I would always get nervous. I thought you were pretty and you were always smiling at everyone that came in. I wanted you to smile at me like that too.”

“Awwwwww, did you have a crush on me, MIngi?” you giggled, “how cute is that.”

“Yeah, I guess I did. But seriously, Y/N, that girl is strange to me. Keep your eyes open around her if she comes back in, ok?” His tone was serious, all joking gone. You had to admit that the last few times you had seen the girl had thrown you off too. He was probably right to be on alert.

Pairing: Mingi/Reader

Slow Burn, Romance, Smut, Fluff

Warning: MDNI, NSFW, Unprotected Sex, Cursing, Violence

Word Count: 3.9k

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CH 1

“Did you find everything you were looking for?” you asked as you bagged up the items that had been haphazardly strewn across the checkout counter. The young lady that stood before you mumbled an incoherent reply, obviously more focused on the street outside than she was on you and your customer service questions. She was a regular in the mini mart that you worked at; always popping in twice a week to buy instant ramen and a few bottled waters. Normally, she would make polite conversation with you as you checked her out, but not now. On this day she hadn’t responded when you greeted her as she entered the store, and she’d wandered up and down the aisles aimlessly, peeking out of the windows every here and there as though she were waiting on someone to pass by. You’d noted her behavior and wondered if she was maybe hiding from someone. You tell her the total and she hands you a crumpled up bill. Before you could bother to as her if she needed any help, or even hand her the change, she had scooped her items up into her arms and hustled out of the store, leaving you perplexed.

You sighed heavily once the door closed behind her and sank down onto the floor behind the counter, squeezing your eyes shut until little fireworks of color exploded behind your lids. You had picked up on the anxious vibes from that girl and needed desperately to shake them off. You still had a few more hours left on your shift before the owner came to relieve you, and you didn’t want to spend them spiraling. As you sat quietly, your mind wandered back to when you had first arrived back in South Korea after visiting a few years prior and deciding that you wanted to move permanently. Had it really been three years since you’d stepped out of the airport and gulped in the first breath of your new life? The breeze had carried the scent of cherry blossoms and street food and you remembered being so excited that you didn’t sleep a wink the first night in your new apartment. Instead, you’d spent the whole night unpacking boxes and organizing. By the time the morning had come you were pretty much settled in, but exhausted. Luckily for you, it had been the weekend and you were able to get some rest before starting your new job that upcoming Monday.

You had been hired on as an English teacher at a school in a different city than your apartment. The commute hadn’t been easy for the first few days, but by the end of the week you had it down. The faculty had been lovely, warm greetings and offers of help if you needed it; the students had been even better. They were all so adorable and eager to learn, so it had been easy to get attached. When the inevitable end of your two year contract with the school had come it had been hard to say goodbye to the students and the staff. You ended up leaving with a few phone numbers from coworkers and promises to keep in touch, which you tried your best to. You weren’t very social to begin with, so that part hadn’t been easy, but you’d managed to keep in contact with one girl around your age, Lena Kim. She was funny and pushy in a good way. She’d gotten you to come out to do karaoke and get hot pot a few times since you’d left the school; she was the only person you had that you’d call a friend.

 She’d even helped you find your job at the mini mart, having gotten in touch with someone that knew someone that knew someone that was looking for an employee to replace his daughter since she had gone off to university in the UK. He’d hired you on quickly, saying you seemed like a sweet girl and reminded him of his daughter; he was a nice man. He reminded you of your own father, gentle and easy going. He never complained if you were a few minutes late to work and he always brought you food that his wife would make at home, claiming that she still hadn’t gotten used to making smaller portions. You secretly thought that he was just using that as an excuse to make sure you were eating well, but you always kindly accepted and thanked him for being so gracious.

“Hello?” A voice startled you from your thoughts, and you jumped up onto your feet, spinning around to come face to face with a man standing awkwardly at the counter. You glanced down at his full basket and silently scolded yourself for not hearing the bell ding when he walked in.

“Hello,” you said abashedly, “I’m sorry about that. Did you find everything you were looking for?”

“Oh, uh, yes, I did. Thank you.” His response was muffled. Looking up, you could see that he had on a black medical mask that covered his nose and mouth, which wasn’t at all uncommon, especially in the spring time when there was so much dust in the air, a pair of black rimmed glasses that were missing the lenses sat perched on the bridge of his nose, and his hair was covered by a black bucket hat that had white daisies sporadically embroidered onto it.

“Are you having a good evening?” you inquired, scanning his items quickly; wanting to make up for the amount of time he’d probably waited for you to come out of your daydream.

“I uh…yes. It’s going fine.” He seemed to hesitate on the answer, you wondered if he had had a troubling day just as the girl from earlier that evening had seemed to. “I’m just grabbing something to snack on before I head back to the s- to my apartment.”

“Nice, a little evening snack is always good.” You tried to get a good look at his eyes. You’d always heard that you that you could tell a lot about a person from their eyes. Even with the mask, the glasses, and the hat shielding his face for the most part, you could see that his eyes were a nice deep brown. He noticed you peering into his face and quickly looked away.

“Yeah, my roommates like these so I’m grabbing some for them as well. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other; he was trying to be polite, but you could tell that he was either uncomfortable or in a hurry.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” you squeaked, “I didn’t tell you the total.”

“It’s okay.” He put more than enough money on the counter and waited patiently while you counted it out and gave him his change.

“Here you go. Again I am so sorry about that. I’ve been having an interesting night.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s okay.” His voice was warm and carried a little rasp with it. It seemed somehow familiar, and you wondered if maybe you used to work with him at the school; but there hadn’t been anyone nearly as tall as him there.

“Well, I hope the rest of your evening goes well,” you managed to eek out.

“Thank you, you too.”

You watched him saunter out of the store, smiling a little to yourself at his ensemble of a baggy black shirt, gray sweat shorts and…brown sandals? You held in your giggle until the door closed behind him and he disappeared into the night, unable to get the image of his Jesus sandals out of your head. They’d even had straps that hugged his big toes. “That must be his cozy outfit or something,” you shook your head. What a delightfully awkward man.

The rest of that night had gone smoothly enough. A small group of girls came in to buy snacks, a drunken older man blew in to buy a pack of cigarettes and asked if you carried a brand of soju that you’d never heard of before; nobody that could take your mind off the tall mystery man with the pretty eyes and interesting choice in footwear. You still hadn’t been able to place why his voice was so familiar to you. It wasn’t from your past or current place of employment, so you just assumed it had to be that he worked at the karaoke spot that Lena liked so much. That had to be it. You made a mental note to keep an eye out for him the next time Lena dragged you out for drinks

He showed up periodically over the next few weeks, usually around the same time of night, but hardly ever on the same day; always wearing a mask and a hat. It had been hard trying to learn when to expect him, so you adjusted your tasks around the store to avoid being caught by surprise like the first night. Stocking shelves and taking out the trash could wait until after he’d come and gone. He was always much more pleasant than his initial visit, so you assumed that he really must have just been having a bad day or something. Every time he came in, he’d do the same thing: offer you a warm greeting, browse the store and ultimately end up with the same things every time, then he’d come up to the counter and strike up conversation.

The chats got longer and longer, until he was spending an hour with his elbow propped up on the counter just listening to you spew about one thing or another. He seemed to really enjoy just talking with you, no matter what topic came up. The only time he would tighten up is when you asked him about his day-to-day life. He’d give bland answers like ‘I worked on a project,’ or ‘I didn’t have a lot to do today.’ He always made it sound bland and uninteresting, which only made you more curious about what really went on. You didn’t want to run him off, so whenever he’d get tight lipped you would change the subject and he would let out a quiet sigh of relief; you wondered if he knew you could hear it.

As the weeks flew by, you had gotten used to seeing him every few days. You expected and even looked forward to it. It had gotten to the point that you would call him a friend if someone asked, which was funny because you still didn’t know his name or what he even looked like aside from those deep eyes that always looked at you with such enthusiasm. “I’m gonna ask him his name,” you said to yourself one night as you stocked the cooler, “he can at least tell me that much, right? Ooh!”

You were pulled from your ruminations by the song that had begun playing in your headphones. It was from the new album that your favorite K-pop group had just released. You bopped around the store, attempting the choreography that you’d been practicing in the mirror, determined to get it down. You never would have called yourself a fangirl in the past; you hadn’t ever really cared about famous people much past listening to or watching their work, but from the minute heard this groups music you absolutely had to watch the accompanying video and from that moment you were hooked. You listened to their discography like your life depended on it, watched every bit of content that was available, and had a collection of their plushies on a bookshelf in your apartment. It was fun and whimsical, and it made your days feel just a bit brighter somehow.   

You heard the bell ding open behind you and turned on your heel mid dance move, meeting his eyes with your own. He spoke before you did, “auditioning to be an idol?” he asked. You could tell from his voice that he was smiling underneath the mask.

You could feel your cheeks going red. “I’ll have you know that I’m the leader of a new group. We’re called…” you looked around the store for answers, “Strawberry Uyu.”

“Strawberry Uyu,” he chuckled, “such a good name. Did you come up with that yourself?”

“Yes, I did, actually!” feigning being upset as you made your way back behind the counter. He watched you, his eyes grinning,

“The leader huh?” He took a pack of almond Pepero in his hands, flipping it around. You hadn’t noticed before how big his hands were, how strong they looked. You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to focus on your banter. “Signing under JYP?”

“He wishes,” you responded, “K.Q. actually. They’re the best, you know.” That comment warranted a roaring laugh from him. His eyes squeezed shut and he clapped his hands onto the counter, nearly doubling over. His laughter struck something in the back of your mind. There it was again, that feeling of familiarity. You had heard that laugh before somewhere. But where? It was starting to drive you crazy. You pondered on it a bit more as you observed the tower of a man reduced to giggles before you. “That was funny, was it?”

“You have no idea,” he shook his head, finally coming up for air; little tendrils of hair fell into his eyes. “I can’t wait to tell Y-my best friend about it. He’ll get a good laugh too.”

“Glad I could make you laugh, I guess.” You stuck your nose up in the air, pretending to be offended, traces of a smile curled your lips. You were glad that the two of you had reached a point where you could joke around this way. You’d both been so careful with one another in the beginning and it felt good to be able to be fully yourself without worrying that he would judge you.

“You’re funny,” he placed his focus back on the box of Pepero in his hands. “So, what time do you usually get off? It’s getting late.”

“Ah, we’re actually a twenty-four-hour kind of place. Between me, the owner, and his wife sometimes, we keep things running. I usually head home around three.”

“A.M.?” he sounded shocked. “You leave at three in the morning?”

“Yeah. That’s when the owner comes to take over for me.”

“You’re very kind to help them out like this,” he muttered, “they might not have been able to stay open without you.”

“It’s a mutually beneficial relationship,” you shrug. “Besides, I like working here. The owner is really nice and sometimes his wife cooks and he brings me a portion of whatever she made. I love the food here but I haven’t perfected the recipes yet, so I always appreciate when I can get something homemade to eat.”

“I could teach you how to cook some stuff!” he spouted quickly.

“Oh yeah?” your hands went to your hips. “You cook?”

“Yeah, I can cook.”

“But is it any good?”

“I spent a lot of time around my mom as a kid, she taught me a lot around the kitchen.”

“You and your mom are close?”

“I love my mom. She’s the best.”

“That’s very sweet.”

“Yeah, I-”

The bell dinged, interrupting his response. A couple walked into the store had in hand, talking amongst themselves about what they could grab for a quick dinner. He glanced up at the clock and sighed heavily. “I’ve been here too long. I’ve got to go.”

“Oh,” you couldn’t hide the disappointment in your voice. “Well okay, thank you for keeping me company.”

“Any time. I’ll be back another day, don’t worry.” He gathered up his stuff that had been sitting on the counter and quickly walked towards the door, seeming a little less lively than when he’d come in. You watched him leave somberly, emotion welling up in your chest. As he got to the door, he turned around to face you. “You know, all this time I’ve never asked you your name.”

“It’s Y/N,” you smiled, suddenly feeling sheepish. “What’s yours?” He looked at the couple, still bickering a few aisles over. He looked back at you, his eyes communicating something that you couldn’t quite understand. Damn that mask.

“Call me Oppa.” With that, he left. The door swung shut behind him and you found yourself wanting to go after him. To go wherever it was that he went to when he left you. You couldn’t tell him, but lately every time he left, you inexplicably felt like he was taking a piece of you with him.

The next few days passed by much too slowly. You went about your usual routine; home and work, work and home. You’d tried to go out on your own one night, just to walk around and visit a few of the street food vendors. You really liked the cheesy tteokbokki, but deep down you knew you were just hoping to somehow run into him. You reasoned with yourself that he must spend time in the area since he visited you in the store so often. “Who am I kidding,” you grumbled to yourself. “He doesn’t visit me he visits the store. I work there and he comes to shop. Just because he’s nice to me doesn’t mean he likes me.” You paused in the middle of the sidewalk, confused at your own thoughts yet again. “Do I like him like him?” you huffed, arms crossed as you searched the ground for an answer. “No, it just has to be that I’m lonely. Yeah, that’s all.”

You couldn’t deny the fact that living in Korea had been a little lonesome at times; you found yourself wanting someone to do simple things with. Watch movies and eat popcorn, do skincare and cook in matching pajamas. Couple things; but every time a man asked you out, you’d politely decline. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to date, you just wanted to be very careful about who you chose to date. It was a well enough known fact that some Korean men liked to date foreign women just for the experience and not because they were genuinely interested in them; you didn’t want to get caught up in feelings for someone that was just going to dump you once the thrill had evaporated. You wondered idly if the aptly named Oppa would ever do that you. “Meh,” you shook the thoughts off. You two were friends, that was it. That was all.

At the end of that night you’d ended up with a belly full of food and dashed dreams. You didn’t run into him anywhere. You trudged home defeated, and settled into your night time routine. As you showered, you chuckled to yourself about his brown sandals and pondered if you should ask him where he’d gotten his embroidered hat from. You genuinely thought it was cute and wanted to buy one for yourself and your best friend back home. As you did your skin care, you envisioned his ocean eyes shining under the fluorescent lights in the mini mart and how warm they made you feel. Tucking yourself into bed, you thought about how he’d laughed at your stupid idol joke like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. You rolled over onto your back, staring up at the ceiling.

“This is ridiculous,” you snickered, “I’ve gotta get him off my mind.” You rolled back onto your side and flicked on your TV, searching up your favorite group. They had a show called Wanteez that you liked to watch in the evenings for the endless laughs it provided and it really warmed your heart to see that they really were like a group of brothers. Pulling the blanket up to your chin, you closed your eyes for a moment, deciding to just listen to the show. The members were getting ready to play a blindfolded zombie game. You didn’t need to see what was happening to know that chaos was about to ensue.

Screaming and bickering and laughter filled your apartment; you sighed happily when you heard your bias and his silly little laugh that always made you laugh too. That’s when it hit you. That was why Oppas laugh and voice sounded so familiar to you. It was very similar to your bias. “Ah, that explains it,” you shook your head at your own silliness. That must have been why you’d been feeling oddly attached to him, he subconsciously reminded you of your bias. “That explains everything… yes.” Feeling a little less crazy than you had been earlier, you allowed yourself to drift off into sleep.

As weeks became months, his visits became even more frequent. Sometimes he would buy things, but more often than not he would just come in to keep you company. Settling himself into a corner behind the counter so that he could stay out of the way of people that were coming in to make purchases. He liked to just talk with you about whatever came to mind. An anime he was watching, or a new food he’d tried cooking, or whatever menial thing had happened in your day while he wasn’t around. You enjoyed having him there. You felt safer when he was near; not that you hadn’t felt safe before, but it was a different kind of safety. You felt sound. You smiled at him as he chittered on about his best friend again. He had a soft spot for the guy, and you fully understood. Your best friend was your favorite person too.

“So then when he was putting in the pizza order he asked for pineapple on it! Who eats pineapple on their pizza? That’s so nasty.”

“Some people really like it. My best friend likes it too.” You stifled a laugh as the door dinged open, reminding you that you were in fact at work. “Welcome!” you chirped, you and Oppa looked up at the same time to see who it was that had come in. It was the young lady from before; the one that had seemed so disheveled the last time she had come in. Again, she seemed skittish, glancing over her shoulder repeatedly at the two of you as she stalked up and down the aisles. Oppa stood up and turned away from her, pulling his hat down a little more over his face. His mood had obviously shifted. He uttered something under his breath that you couldn’t quite make out. “Huh?” you strained to hear him.

“I’ve gotta go,” he said lowly. “I’m sorry.”

“What?” you replied, startled, “why?” You were confused, wondering why he’d changed up so suddenly. You looked from him back over to the girl. She had stopped scanning the shelves and was lingering over by the coolers, no longer trying to hide the fact that she was eyeing the two of you. You looked at her inquisitively, “Can I help you find something?” She jerked around, pretending to pick over the drink selection.

“Yeah… I should go. I’ll see you.” He didn’t wait for a response, rushing out with his head low, disappearing into the night. The girl, noticing his departure, dawdled inside the store for only a few more moments before she hurried out after him.

pairing: yunho x f!reader

genre: p w/o p

word count: 428

MDNI! 18+

a/n: might make it a series (called late night cravings) to post things like this as it’s quick for me to write and quick read for you all! anyways I think about this often lately, as yunho is my bias wrecker. and the thought of this together? wrecked me omg. hope you guys enjoy!

— yunho has you pressed into the mattress, his fingers digging deep into your hips that are almost bruising as he bullies his big fat cock into your tight cunt. the bed creaked with every sharp thrust, “f—uck, you’re so tight angel.” He growled, almost animalistic. you were far from gone, your body limp and weak, losing count of how many orgasms you’ve had. you could even hear how loud and obscene the squelching noises where between your legs as he fucked the muxed cum back into you. being so dumb off his cock that the only thing falling from your lips were incoherent noises. this just fueled yunho more, a wicked smirk playing in his lips seeing you look so useless and dumb on his cock. “look at you, everytime you cum, your pussy just sucks me back in wanting more, dumb little thing.” he half scoffs half laughs. but the way he belittles you just makes your walls flutter against his cock. “pathetic, you just love being called stupid? hmm?” he groans. the way you feel every vein, every twitch dragging against your walls makes your eyes roll back.

[ J. Yunho ]

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summary: in which you and yunho’s secret isn’t so quiet in the airplane restroom

warning: oral, fingering, unprotected sex, double penetration, creampie

genre: smut

pairing: idol yunho x afab reader

word count: 4.7k

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The airport was loud in that constant, humming way that never really stopped. Rolling suitcases, boarding announcements echoing through speakers, the low murmur of travelers shuffling from line to line.

Ateez stood near the gate in a loose cluster, passports in hand, joking with each other while staff organized the final boarding order. Behind them, a few steps back with the other stylists and managers, you stood quietly with your arms folded, trying very hard to look normal. Which would have been a lot easier if Yunho wasn’t standing right there.

He was only a few feet ahead of you, tall enough that you could easily see over the shoulder of one of the managers to the broad line of his back. And unfortunately…. your brain had a very clear memory of that back. Just a few hours ago. Your fingers tightened around your boarding pass.

Ateez headcanons

Pairing: bf!matz x reader

Warnings: pure fluffiness

About: Fluffy Matz

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bf!Matz who always make sure one of them holds your hand in a crowded space so you feel less anxious.

bf!Matz who spoil you (@myspoiledmatzfake textsfic) because they love you and try to one up one another but ultimately agree that their gf deserves whatever she wants, even if she doesn't ask for something.

Word Count - 4950

Fem x WooSan

CW - 18+ smut: mdni

Tonight it was your turn to play Guess Who.

You should have known something was going on when you turned up with snacks, and they didn't have the TV on.

"I thought we were bingeing that new show tonight?" You dropped the enormous bag of snacks on the kitchen counter and took the shot glass Woo pressed into your hands.

San just watched across the kitchen, the softest, sweetest grin on his face.

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅!Seonghwa 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

genre: smut, fluff, romance, slight angst later on

warnings: MDNI, fingering, oral (f receive), p in v, unprotected sex, petnames (baby, doll, angel, good girl) squirting, orgasm denial if you squint hard, let me know if i missed anything!

w.c: 2.3k

a/n : everything is fictional, nothing in this story represents any of the members. This is my first fic so please let me know how you like it! i've been so nervous to post it

Reposts are always appreciated 💕

Chapter 1

It was a little past midnight when things were finally quiet and you were able to head to the hotel gym. You figured by this time it should be empty and you could get a quick workout in. You always tried to keep up with your regular gym schedule while on tour, but sometimes that seemed harder than most with how busy your schedule can be. Touring with a K-Pop group as big as Ateez was not for weak and kept you on your toes constantly.

As soon as you walked through the door you seen only one person occupying the gym and you froze. “I’m so sorry. I thought it would be empty. I’ll leave so you can have this time to yourself” you said quickly.

You tried not to be around the boys as much as possible unless it was work related. Since you were still fairly new, you didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. You especially didn’t want to be alone with him. Not that there was anything wrong with him, there just was always this quiet tension between you two whenever you had to be near him so it made you nervous. There wasn’t suppose to be tension. You were there to work as their PR agent. So you tried to avoid him at all costs when you weren’t working to keep a professional distance. 

“You’re not bothering me, you can stay.” Seonghwa said with an innocent smile. You nodded and walked to the other side of the room to begin your stretches. During your workout you found it hard to focus. Your mind was racing watching the handsome man lock in on his workout. His body was a sight to see, even under his compression shirt. You were so distracted you didn’t even realize you were using the wrong form for your workout. Seonghwa glanced over and stopped his workout.

“Y/N, hold on. Your form isn’t right, you can hurt yourself. Let me help.” You froze instantly. He walked over and stood behind you in front of the mirror. Even though he isn’t the tallest member in the group, his tall frame towered over yours. Your breath hitched at the sight of him behind you and the butterflies in your stomach were going a mile a minute. He uses his foot to push your feet a bit further apart and walks to the side of you with his hand on your back, placing you in the correct form. You’ve been working out for years, you know the correct form you were just so distracted. But in this moment you weren’t going to tell him. You allowed him to put you in the correct form. You could feel your heart trying to escape from your chest at the feeling of his hand on you. You were certain he could hear it with how loud it was pounding.

“Ok let me see.” He said, making you nervous. You could feel his eyes on you as you slowly started the workout again. You did two more and he quietly praised you.

“Good job. Keep going.” You began to blush, hoping he wouldn’t notice. You finished your set and thanked him for his help. You started walking to the door when he stopped you. 

“If you ever need a workout partner, I’m always willing to help. You don’t have to run every time you see me.” You froze. “I..no I..I” you couldn’t believe you were stumbling over your words so much. He chuckled lightly “It’s ok. I’m just saying you don’t have to be afraid of me.” I’m not afraid of you!” You said a little too fast. It was the truth, you weren’t afraid of him, you were afraid of the heavy tension you always felt when you were a little too close. KQ has been your dream for years, you couldn’t risk your dream job because of a crush.Though they didn’t outright say you couldn’t date the idols, you knew it was off limits. 

“I just..I gotta go. I’ll see you around.” You said quickly as you rushed out of the gym. You mumbled curses to yourself as you headed back to your room to shower and get ready for the next day.

The next day started bright and early. There were a few days in between the next concert, so these few days were filled with nonstop appearances. Radio and podcast interviews were lined up as well as some magazine interviews. You were busy making sure everyone knew their talking points and you were making sure everyone’s responses sounded natural before the interviews begun. You hadn’t said much to Seonghwa aside from greeting him and when you was running through the game plan for the day with the boys. Even though you two barely spoke, you could feel his eyes on you all day. That’s usually how it went between you two. Either one of you was always looking a little too long, if there were any contact between you when you were checking how they looked before an event to make sure they were presentable, the touches were always a little too long. Of course it was only enough for the two of you to notice and no one else. If anyone did notice, they didn’t say anything.

The rest of the day wrapped up and as you were getting ready to leave the last set one of the managers had stopped you.

“Hey, a few staff members are meeting down at the bar in the hotel when we get back, you should join.”  You were exhausted but you accepted anyways so you could use this time to get to know your coworkers better. Once back at the hotel, you dropped your work bag off in your room and freshened up quickly before heading down to the bar on the first floor.

You walked into the bar and looked around searching for the staff members and then stopped breathing for a second when you seen him.  You knew it would be a few staff members, you didn’t think that meant the members of Ateez would be there.

Of course the would be there. You thought to yourself. You smiled as you walked over and greeted everyone. Seonghwa’s face lit up when he seen you which instantly made your heart melt. You brushed the feeling off just as fast as it came and decided to sit as far away from him as possible. After a few rounds of shots, everyone had loosened up a bit. Everyone was laughing and having a great time. You enjoyed the back and forth between Wooyoung and Mingi, who bickered all night. Hongjoong pretended to scold them but couldn’t stop himself from laughing every time he tried. San was sitting in the corner of the booth, red faced and eyes barely open but was smiling nonstop at the chaos that was unfolding. 

As the night went on, things began to wind down. Everyone decided to call it a night and head back to their rooms. You were on the elevator with Wooyoung, San, two other staff members, and of course, Seonghwa. One staff member got off on the third floor, then on the fifth floor Wooyoung dragged San to his room with the other staff member following behind leaving you and Seonghwa. You and Seonghwa rode up to the eighth floor in silence. Of course you were on the same floor. You both started walking in the same direction. 

“I’m not following you, I swear.” You said awkwardly. “I know.” He said with a soft laugh. “We’re right next to each other.” 

How did I not notice before? You thought to yourself  “Oh…yea.” You said quietly. You got to your door and told him goodbye. Once inside your room you pressed your back against the door and exhaled deeply. You discarded your clothes and took a nice, relaxing shower to calm your nerves. As soon as you stepped out of the shower you heard a knock at the door. Confused, you checked the time. It was 12:40am. You wrapped up in your robe and padded to the door. You peeked through the peephole and your mouth dropped. You covered your mouth  to conceal your panic and quickly composed yourself to open the door. As soon as Seonghwa could see you he said “I’m sorry, I’ve wanted to do this all night.” And before you knew it his lips were crashing into yours. 

While still connected, you both stepped into your room and closed the door. His hands were all over your body as he dropped your robe to the floor. He stopped kissing you to take in the view. “You’re so beautiful, angel.” He said quietly and then he began kissing you again like his life depended on it. He wrapped one hand at the nape of your neck and brought the other to gently grab one of your breasts, tracing your nipples with the pad of his fingers. You let out a soft moan giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue In between your lips.

He then moved his hand down to where you needed to feel him the most. He softly rubbed tight circles on your clit as you began to moan into his mouth again. The kisses became more sloppy and he moved his fingers down to your slick covered folds, “You’re so wet for me, doll.” He whispered as he slid his two middle fingers into your needy hole causing you to gasp, “That’s it baby, you’re taking me so well.” He said as he kissed your jaw. He began picking up speed and you could feel your stomach tighten up as you began clenching around his fingers. He could feel you getting closer to your orgasm and began to thrust his fingers harder, curling into you.

“That’s right baby, come apart on my fingers for me. Let me see how good I make you feel.” As soon as he said that your orgasm came crashing down as you squirted on his hand. You could feel your release gush down your legs as you moaned loudly trying to catch your breath, “That’s my good girl.” He peppered your jaw with kisses, “Get on the bed.” He said softly, but commanding. He took his clothes off and crawled between your legs. 

He took his time kissing your body starting from the bottom and working his way up. He brought your foot to his mouth and pressed gentle kisses along your foot moving slowly to your ankle, then your calf. He reached your inner thigh and placed soft bite marks making his way to your dripping hole. He admired the sight before him, “She’s so pretty.” He said as he gently blew, watching you clench around nothing. 

Next thing you knew he was lapping his tongue over your clit. Gently sucking he then placed two fingers inside you. “F-fuck Seonghwa. That feels so good.” You moan out. He moans in response, the vibrations sending you in a spiral. “I’m s-so close.” You say barely above a whisper. His fingers pick up speed while he continues sucking on your clit and your orgasm comes crashing down once again. He moans loudly as you soak his face, arm and sheets with your release. He continues to fuck you with his fingers through your orgasm.

He then moves himself up slowly to line himself with your entrance. He gently rubs his tip through your folds, gathering your slick before he slowly pushes himself inside. He allows you to adjust to his size before he slowly thrusts into you. “You feel so good, doll.” He says softly as he slowly begins to pick up speed. The sounds of your moans and skin slapping together fill the room. He can feel you clenching tighter around him. 

He moves a hand down to rub your clit as he begins to slam into you. You can feel your stomach tighten again as he pulls you closer and closer to your high. “Don’t cum yet, baby. I want to cum together. I’m almost there hold on for me, baby.” He grunts out. Tears form in your eyes from the pure ecstasy you’re feeling as you try your hardest not to let go of your release. “Baby p-please.” You begin to beg as you don’t know how much longer you can hold out. “I can’t!” You moan out. “Yes you can, angel. I’m almost there. You’re doing so good, baby.” His thrusts begin to falter as he nears his high. 

“Cum for me, baby.” He says and as soon as the words leave his mouth you cry out and soak the bed and his stomach. You clench around him pulling every drop out of him as his warm release covers your walls. You both are breathing heavily trying to catch your breath. He gently kisses you as he slowly pulls himself out of you.

“Don’t move, baby. I’ll be right back.” He heads to the bathroom and returns with a warm rag and begins to wipe you down gently. You stare at this beautiful man before you as you try to wrap your head around what just happened. Almost as if he could read your mind, he kisses your temple, “Try not to overthink tonight. You need to get some rest, we have an early day tomorrow. We can talk about this more when we get back home. We have a lot to discuss.” 

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅!Seonghwa 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

genre: smut, fluff, romance, slight angst later on

warnings: MDNI, p in v, unprotected sex, petnames (baby, doll, angel, good girl, daddy) let me know if i missed anything!

w.c: 2.1k

a/n : everything is fictional, nothing in this story represents any of the members. This is my first fic so please let me know how you like it! i've been so nervous to post it

Reposts are always appreciated 💕

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Chapter 2

The next few days go by without incident. More interviews and recordings, then you wrapped up the last concert before heading back home to Korea for a couple weeks. Surprisingly nothing was awkward between the two of you. You both continued to keep your usual distance, still stole glances when either one of you could. The only difference was the tension between you now was on a whole other level. This tension was fueled now by an intense passion you both felt the other night.

Once you landed back in Korea, your nerves were so bad. You had no idea when you two would talk or even what you would say. You knew there was something between you two, but what could you even become? Not only do you work together, but he is an IDOL. KQ never gave the boys a dating ban, but you know how this could turn out in the fandom. It’s quite literally your job to prevent scandals like this from being spread because of the effects it can have on the group. Of course, not every fan is toxic, but there are toxic fans in every fandom. If it ever gets out that an idol is dating, then all hell breaks loose.

Your mind was racing trying to figure this all out. You could feel your hands getting shaky the more you thought of how this could turn out. You almost talked yourself out of even having a conversation with Seonghwa. If you never have a conversation, then there’s nothing to figure out and you could pretend it never even happened. You wouldn’t have to worry about all the “what if’s” that played in your head nonstop.

By the time you make it back to your apartment, it was late. You showered and went straight to bed. Tomorrow will be your first day back at the office and you weren’t sure what to expect with Seonghwa.

The next morning you walked in early, iced latte in hand and ready for whatever the day had in store for you. You had a meeting with the rest of the marketing team to discuss the upcoming comeback that will be announced in a few weeks. Most things have already been discussed but with it approaching quickly, you wanted to make sure that everyone is prepared. Comeback season is always hectic.

Once that meeting wrapped up, you headed to another. This one involved the boys. You needed to discuss upcoming schedules that the group has together as well as any solo schedules. The way you handled both meetings like a boss, no one would have been able to tell that your stomach has been in knots all day and your hands sweating profusely. Seonghwa kept his eyes on you the entire time. You’re not even sure how you managed to speak, let alone breathe, with his eyes locked on you.

After the meeting wrapped up, you headed to the restroom. You patted cold water on your face and tried to calm yourself down. You couldn’t believe you were so nervous. Once you got yourself together, you headed to the break room to get yourself some coffee. With how bad your nerves were, this was the last thing you needed, but that didn’t stop you. Seonghwa walked by and noticed you in the break room. He walked up to you bright eyes and a big smile.

“You look nice today” he said quietly. You blushed and nodded. “We have a late practice tonight. I can come over after so we can finally talk…if you’re okay with that, of course.” He said looking hopeful you’d agree. You smiled shyly and responded low enough only for him to hear you, “I’d really like that.” Hongjoong walked in and noticed you both smiling at each other as Seonghwa walked away. Hongjoong gave you a look you couldn’t quite read as he followed behind Seonghwa. He said something to him that was too low for you to hear.

Later that evening you tried to distract yourself while you waited. You already cooked dinner, cleaned up, and showered. Now you were watching your shows and drinking a glass of wine. The TV was more of a background noise for you while your mind played through the many scenarios that could possibly play out tonight. You kept watching the time, waiting for Seonghwa to arrive. You knew it was going to be pretty late since the comeback was approaching.

It was close to 1 am when you got a knock on the door. You stood up and ran your hands through your hair and over your clothes to make sure you looked presentable and took a deep breath. Hands shaking, you walked over to the door. Opening the door you nearly stopped breathing.

How could someone be this beautiful? You thought to yourself.

His big, beautiful eyes lit up as soon as he seen you. You both just stood there smuiling at each other.

“Hi.” He said softly, still smiling. Your heart was dancing in your chest.

“Hi.” You smiled back and stepped to the side letting him in.

“I’m sorry I’m getting here so late. Practice ran later than I expected.” He said while taking his shoes off.

“No need to explain. I know how crazy it can be during comeback season. I was kinda expecting you around this time.” You chuckled lightly. You walked him over to the couch. Once you both were seated, there was a comfortable silence. After a moment, Seonghwa broke the silence.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that night.” You looked up at him, heart pounding so loudly. “Me too.” You whispered.

“I can’t explain how you make me feel. Even before that night I’ve felt something between us. I know you have too. I know that’s why you would avoid me.” You watched him intently. Holding on to every word he said, you were waiting for him to tell you it’ll never happen again. How it couldn’t happen again. You sat in silence letting him continue. “We both know this is something we shouldn’t continue. It holds a lot of risks.”

There it is. You knew this whole thing was too good to be true. You knew whatever this was, would end just as quickly as –

“But I feel like you’re more than worth the risk.”

“What?” your mind blanked instantly. “Y-you want us to continue?” you stammered.

“Only if that’s something you’d want to do.” He smiled softly. “Being around you makes me feel things and I’d love for us to explore these feelings together. “

You blinked a few times trying to gather your thoughts. “I-I mean…yea of course that’s something I’d like to do.” You took a moment to gather your thoughts. “You’re not worried about getting caught?”

“Of course I am!” he said quickly. “ Not for me though, mainly for you. The most that would happen to me, is maybe a lecture? You on the other hand, could be risking your job,” he said getting quieter as he finished his sentence. “ There’s no guarantee you’d lose your job though!” he sounded like he was trying to be hopeful as a way to convince you and him both.

“We haven’t necessarily had something like this happen at the company before. Although it’s kind of implied, there isn’t technically rules against it. We wouldn’t be breaking any company policies.”

The room went silent. You took a deep breath and tried to think about every outcome possible. Like he could see the wheels spinning in your head, he grabbed your hand, “you can take all the time you need to make a decision. I’ll be here for you whenever you’re ready. I know you have more on the line than I do.”  Your mind was on overdrive. Thoughts of every negative outcome playing out before you. Just as your mind began to spiral you felt his thumb rub gently against the back of your hand and in an instant, you were filled with every happy ending possibly. You seen smiles, and laughter, and love surrounding you both. In that moment your mind was made up.

Fuck it.

You leaned in and kissed him as if this was your answer. To the both of you, it was.  He grabbed your face, deepening the kiss. You moved to straddle him, placing a leg on either side of him. Seonghwa moved his hands to grab you at your hips, pressing you softly on his hardening length. The friction causing you to moan into his mouth.

He pulled away from the kiss to pull your shirt over your head. Your bare breast now exposed. He took one in his hand and gently put his lips around your nipple pulling quiet whimpers from your lips. You begin to grind slowly against him causing him to moan against your skin.

“Baby, please. I need to feel you.” You whisper into his ear. Lifting you up slightly to pull himself out of his sweats, you move your shorts to the side allowing him to guide himself in. As you lower yourself onto him, you gasp at the stretch. Once you bottom out, you meet his gaze. His eyes are dark and filled with hunger. Eyes locked onto his, you begin to slowly bring your hips up and down setting your rhythm.

“You feel so good, angel. I’ve missed you.” He says as he places soft kisses on your neck. He quietly praises you which causes you to pick up your speed. He begins to buck his hips into yours as his name falls from your lips. “Cum for me, baby.” He says as you fall apart in his lap.

Seonghwa pulls you off him and flips you onto the couch. Placing you on your stomach, you arch your back and he slides into you from behind. Pulling you up by your neck he begins to thrust deep into you with slow, precise strokes. Each thrust he was pounding so deep you see stars.

“Please, baby. Please don’t stop.” You were screaming so loud, you know your neighbors could hear. But you were so far gone in ecstasy you couldn’t even begin to care who heard what.

“That’s my good girl. Tell me who you belong to.” He said in between thrusts. “You, daddy. I belong to you.” You cry out.

“I’m so close, angel. Want daddy to fill you up?”

“Yes, baby please. Please fill me up.” As soon as you tell him, he grunts loudly, sweat dripping from his face as he fills you up.

You both lay there for a moment, nothing but the sound of heavy breathing as you both catch your breath. Once you’ve both gathered yourselves, you stand and brush a hand gently across his cheek.

“I’m going to shower.” You say as you walk away, giving him a seductive look. Getting your message, Seonghwa follows behind you to the bathroom attached to your bedroom. In the shower, you both take your time washing the other one up and showering each other with kisses in between. The level of intimacy you were feeling had you on cloud nine.

You look up at him meeting his gaze. “We have to lay out some ground rules if we want to make sure we don’t get caught.” You spoke. “I agree. We have to make sure none of the staff find out.  The members I’m not sure how they would react just yet, so maybe we keep it from them for now. Especially Joongie” he said.

You look up confused. Reading your mind, he continues. “He’s just very…protective of all of us. It’s not always a bad thing. He means well, but it can be a bit…. much sometimes.”

“He gave me a weird look earlier when he seen us talking in the breakroom.” Seonghwa chuckled. “Yea, he said something along the lines of now not the time to let a pretty face distract me.” You looked concerned now. Being a distraction was the last thing you wanted to happen.

Longtime Atiny and dedicated fandom translator @nobodylikehwa has posted this to Instagram yesterday:

[🎂] POEMS FROM SEONGHWA ATINY! This year, to celebrate Seonghwa’s birthday and honor how he always shares his innermost feelings, I created “Annyeong”, a free flippable digital book collecting Seonghwa’s original poems and words he has shared over the years!