mingis moral loyalty ♡

You flung your head back and whined as you weakly fanned yourself with your hand. It was a really fucking hot day, and of course, your AC unit had to break. Your boyfriend suggested you two go to the pool since there was a rooftop pool at the bougie-ass gym near your apartment, and while you thought that was a great idea at first, you regretted it immediately. A rooftop pool was a terrible idea because you were that much closer to the sun.

“Babe, the pool water is cold, and you’re lying down in the shade— how can you still be complaining?” Wooyoung asked as he swam past your lounge chair.

“Wooyoung, my love, it’s fucking hot. I’ll be complaining all the live-long day,” you grumbled. “Also, you do realize that we have the entire rooftop pool to ourselves because it’s so fucking hot that no one wants to go outside?!”

“Even better! We don’t have to share the space!”

Wooyoung grinned at you and continued swimming. You huffed and laid back in the shade. You fanned yourself as much as you could with your hand before getting exhausted. You groaned in frustration once more before flinging your head back into the lounge chair. You looked to your side to see that even your iced tea was sweating to death— actually, the tea was long gone at that point. It was just a cup of ice that was melting rapidly.

“Wooyoung, look!” you caught your boyfriend’s attention and pointed to the cup of ice on the table next to you. “Even the cup is sweating.”

Wooyoung swam up and got out of the pool. He grabbed the towel he had resting on the chair next to you and started patting himself down as he looked at the ice.

“Babe, why don’t you just press the cup against you? Won’t that cool you down?” Wooyoung reasoned.

You opened your mouth to respond, but you truly had no response— it was so hot that your brain was barely functioning. Wooyoung smiled at your expression, his eyes turning into crescents. He sat down on the edge of your chair and grabbed the cup. He pressed it against your neck to cool you down, and it worked well; so well, in fact, that you thought your skin was extinguishing and sizzling because of how fucking hot you were.

“Hey, I have an idea,” Wooyoung whispered.

You looked at him in confusion— why was he whispering? You nodded your head to get him to keep talking, but he remained silent. He fished one of the more intact ice cubs out of the cup and popped it into his mouth. Next thing you knew, Wooyoung was pressing his lips against yours. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, the ice cube rolling onto your tongue. You for sure thought you were going to choke on the ice cube, but Wooyoung was supporting the back of your head with his hand, keeping you upright and steady so that the ice didn’t slip down your throat.

The ice cube melted within seconds, but Wooyoung didn’t let that stop him from kissing you to the point where he was practically eating you alive. He popped another ice cube into his mouth, and your tongues played keep away with ice until it melted. He was about to go for another one when you pushed the cup of ice away, your hands cupping his face and resting on his shoulder. You didn’t give a fuck about the ice at that point; you just wanted to keep kissing your boyfriend.

You pushed the cup away, but Wooyoung still grabbed a cube. You were about to get huffy and frustrated with him, but you didn’t have to once you felt what he did with it. Your spine tingled when he pulled the strap of your bathing suit down to reveal your breast before immediately rubbing the ice cube in circles on your nipple.

“Holy shit,” you gasped as the ice cube melted, leaving Wooyoung’s fingers to tease your nipples. “Oh my God, Wooyoung…”

“You like that baby?” Wooyoung asked breathlessly as he pressed his forehead against yours. “You want more?”

Wooyoung reached for the cup again, but you grabbed his arm and stopped him.

“Enough of the fucking ice cubes. I want you to fuck me,” you breathed out, your words nearly turning into a whine.

“Oh?” Wooyoung chuckled. “Isn’t it too hot for that, babe?”

“Shut up,” you actually whined that time. “I need you, baby.”

“Where?”

You looked around. There was no way you were going to be able to fuck in the lounge chairs because there were cameras nearby. You thought about the locker rooms when Wooyoung interrupted your thoughts with an insane one of his own.

“We can do it in the pool…”

“Oh my— Wooyoung, you’re fucking insane!”

“Come on! It’ll be fun!”

Fun?!

Before you could continue the argument, Wooyoung got a good grasp on your arm and pulled you into the pool before jumping in himself. You sputtered and pushed your hair out of your face when you surfaced, anger and fear taking control of your brain. You watched Wooyoung surface and shake his own hair out before pushing it back. He looked incredibly sexy and even more so because you were watching his side profile. The way he tilted his head back, making his neck and jawline look irresistible, made you swallow the pool of saliva collecting in your mouth nervously.

After that, it was definitely lust running your brain.

Wooyoung wrapped his arms around your waist and led you to one of the corners of the pool— a definite blind spot from cameras and anyone who entered if they were to. As soon as you got there, Wooyoung's lips crashed into yours, his hands grabbing your waist desperately. You breathlessly made out with him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. You clung to him as he did most of the work. He slipped his hands under your bathing suit, his hands briefly straying towards your breasts before he decided he had no patience for foreplay. He ran his fingers down between your legs and rubbed your folds with two fingers before pushing the suit aside.

Your back was pinned against the ledge as Wooyoung moved your leg up and around your waist. He pulled his cock out of his swim shorts and rubbed the length along your cunt, sparks shooting through your nerves. He stopped kissing you to look at your face— you looked desperate as hell with your half lidded eyes and your slightly parted lips, and it excited Wooyoung further. He chuckled at your expression before tilting his head down so he could try to peer through the water at his cock and your entrance.

"This might hurt, babe, so brace yourself," Wooyoung said lightly.

You didn't think it would because water should be a natural lubricant, right? Well, he was right; it did hurt, but not as much as you thought it would. You clung a little closer to him as he pushed his cock all the way inside, the movement of the water stimulating you a little further. You gasped and held onto the back of Wooyoung's neck when you felt him suddenly thrust, your nails leaving little indents in his tattoo.

Wooyoung was trying desperately to hold back his own grunts as he fucked you haphazardly. Every time he moved, the water around you swayed, making everything he did more sensuous; and because you were so weightless in the water, Wooyoung was able to easily move you the way he wanted. He lifted you up slightly, making you wrap your legs around his waist and cling to him completely. You were clinging to him, but you were trembling uncontrollably because not only did it feel so damn good, but you were also terrified of falling into the water and swallowing a great deal of pool water.

"Babe, look at me," Wooyoung said breathlessly as he tilted his head up.

Your eyes met his, and all of your worries vanished within seconds. You cupped his face and kissed him softly, slowly, sensually. You felt like you were on cloud nine with the way he was kissing you and holding your ass and moving your body up and down on his cock like a weightless fairy, and it only got better when Wooyoung's tongue slipped into your mouth again. You sighed blissfully in between kisses, Wooyoung's own breath hitching every so often when he bottomed out.

To be honest, you were a little disappointed when your feet touched the bottom of the pool when Wooyoung set you down and pulled out, but that disappointment disappeared within seconds when he turned you around and pressed your chest up against the wall. He slipped his cock back inside you before reaching around and pushing his hands under your bathing suit to cup your breasts. You couldn't help but let out a moan when you felt his fingers pinch and twist your nipples, making him laugh a little.

You were clinging to the edge of the pool as he fucked you from behind. He did rut slowly at first, but the second he felt your cunt clench around his cock, he moved rapidly. The flow of the water was definitely slowing him down from his usual pace, but that didn't change how fucking amazing it felt to be railed by your boyfriend.

It was when Wooyoung bucked his hips upwards did he graze your G-spot, and he continued to fuck you at that angle, making him hit your G-spot repeatedly. You let out a soft crying moan as he continued to fuck you even past your peak pleasure. Your brain was so far gone that you couldn't even ask him to slow down, so he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, your walls fluttering then clenching as you let the pleasure wash over you.

"Fuck— Babe, you got so tight!" Wooyoung couldn't help but hiss when he felt you squeeze his cock.

"D-Don't pull out, baby," you stuttered. "Cum inside— Ah!"

The second you told him to, Wooyoung rammed his waist into yours. His hands were still cupping your breasts, so he squeezed them hard as he came, a long groan leaving him as he did so. He kept his cock buried inside you for a while while he rested his chin on your shoulder. You could hear him sigh with content as he let go of your breasts and wrapped his arms around your waist to hug you closely.

"You still feeling hot, babe?" Wooyoung whispered.

"No, not really," you responded after thinking about it for a second.

You could hear Wooyoung hum happily in response. You bit back a moan when you felt him finally pull out. Wooyoung barely got to adjust your swimsuit before you turned in his arms and held the back of his neck. He kissed you softly before leaning away slightly to gaze at your face.

"I have a question for you."

"What is it?"

"You never ask me to cum inside, so why'd you say to now?" Wooyoung asked before quickly adding, "Not that I'm complaining or anything."

"I didn't want to risk having your cum float around," you murmured.

"...Does cum really do that?"

"Sometimes it does..."

"How do you know that?" Wooyoung asked teasingly, but you could see in his eyes that he was a little worried.

"I saw a reel about it," you admitted coyly, making him laugh loudly.

"Well... We should probably get washed up, then. I'll help you."

"...You want to have shower sex, don't you?"

"No, I want to make sure you don't get a yeast infection," Wooyoung responded as he hopped out of the pool. He held his hand out for you to grab, and on your way out of the pool, he whispered, "But shower sex doesn't sound so bad either."

The first thing Yunho notices is the way your breathing changes.

It’s not loud—just uneven, shaky, like your body forgot how to do it properly. He stirs beside you, still half-asleep, eyes barely open as he shifts under the blankets. 

At first, he thinks you’re just moving in your sleep.

Then he hears it.

A small, broken whimper.

His eyes snap open.

“Hey… hey,” he murmurs immediately, pushing himself up on one elbow. His voice is soft, warm with sleep but laced with concern. “Baby?”

You don’t respond.

Your brows are furrowed, lips trembling slightly, hands clenched tight in the sheets like you’re holding onto something that isn’t there.

Another soft sound leaves you—this time closer to a sob.

Yunho’s heart drops.

“Hey, no, no…” he whispers, moving closer instantly. One hand comes up to cradle your cheek, thumb brushing gently over your skin. “You’re okay… you’re okay.”

You’re not waking up.

Your breathing gets worse, chest rising too fast, like you’re running from something even in your sleep.

He doesn’t hesitate.

He leans closer, voice a little firmer now—but still gentle, still so careful with you.

“Hey, it’s me. Wake up, okay? You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

His hand slides to your shoulder, giving you the softest shake.

“Come on, baby… wake up for me.”

Your eyes finally flutter open.

Disoriented. Wide. Scared.

For a second, you don’t recognize anything—not the room, not the bed, not even him.

You flinch, your breathing comes out sharp, like you’ve been pulled out of deep water.

“Hey—hey, it’s okay,” Yunho says immediately, sitting up fully now. He pulls you up with him without thinking, one arm wrapping securely around your shoulders, the other still cupping your face. “You’re okay. You’re here. You’re with me.”

You blink at him, still dazed.

“Yunho…?” your voice comes out small, shaky.

“Yeah,” he breathes, relief flooding his face instantly. “Yeah, I’m here.”

The moment it clicks, you recognize him. Your expression crumples.

You grab onto him like you’re afraid he might disappear.

And he lets you. No hesitation.

He pulls you into his chest fully, arms wrapping tight around you, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, pressing his cheek against your hair. “You’re okay. It was just a nightmare. Just a bad dream.”

Your breathing is still uneven, your fingers gripping onto his shirt, bunching the fabric like it’s the only thing grounding you.

“It felt so real…” you whisper, voice breaking.

“I know,” he says softly, rocking you gently without even realizing it. “I know it did.”

He doesn’t rush you.

Doesn’t tell you to calm down. Doesn’t brush it off.

He just holds you.

Steady. Warm. Safe.

His hand moves slowly up and down your back in soft, soothing strokes, the rhythm grounding, constant.

“You’re here,” he repeats quietly. “You’re in bed. With me. Nothing’s going to hurt you.”

You press your face into his chest, listening to his heartbeat—slow, steady, real.

It helps. Even if it’s just a little.

“I was scared…” you admit.

“I know, baby,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “You don’t have to be anymore.”

You stay like that for a while. Curled into him. Letting your breathing slowly match his. Every inhale steadier than the last.

After a bit, he shifts slightly, just enough to look at you.

His hand comes back to your face, brushing your hair away gently.

“Do you wanna tell me about it?” he asks softly.

You hesitate. Then shake your head.

He nods immediately.

“Okay. That’s okay.”

No pressure. No pushing.

Just understanding.

“Can I stay like this?” you mumble, still holding onto him.

He almost smiles—soft, fond, a little sleepy.

“You don’t even have to ask,” he murmurs.

He adjusts the blankets around both of you, pulling them up carefully so you’re warm, tucked in, secure.

Then he shifts so you’re more comfortable—your head resting against his chest, his arm wrapped snugly around you, holding you close.

One of his hands finds yours under the blanket, fingers lacing together.

He gives your hand a small squeeze.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says quietly.

You hum softly, eyes already starting to feel heavy again.

“But what if it comes back…” you whisper.

His thumb brushes over your knuckles.

“Then I’ll wake you up again,” he says. “Every time.”

That does something to your chest.

You relax a little more into him.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

He presses another kiss to your forehead.

Then another.

Soft. Gentle. Lingering.

“You’re safe with me,” he whispers.

And this time, when you close your eyes, there’s no fear.

Just warmth. Just him.

Just the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you, grounding you back into reality.

Back into something soft.

Something real. Something safe.

And Yunho stays awake a little longer.

Just to make sure. Just to feel your breathing even out completely.

Just to keep holding you like letting go was never an option in the first place.

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