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synopsis : at a wild college party, tension that’s been simmering for weeks finally ignites when Y/N is dared to spend seven minutes in heaven with her cocky, dangerously attractive friend, Mingyu. What starts as a game quickly turns into a heated encounter neither of them will forget—changing everything between them in just seven minutes.
“Seven minutes, let’s see how many times I can make you fall apart before time’s up”
pairing : kim mingyu x f!reader
genre : college au , smut , friends to lovers , mutual pining , forced proximity
word count : 8.1k
warnings : MDNI , sexual content, unprotected sex, sexual innuendo, explicit language, suggestive dialogue, public teasing, mild slut-shaming, mild alcohol use, casual intimacy, and emotionally charged group dynamics.
Y/N was already regretting the second layer of lip gloss when Elle grabbed her by the arm.
“Stop fidgeting,” Elle groaned, eyeing her in the mirror. “You look hot. Slutty, but hot.”
Y/N laughed, brushing a final touch of mascara onto her lashes. “Thanks. I was going for college party, but make it unbothered and slightly unhinged.”
“You nailed it,” Elle said, sliding in her gold hoops with a wink. “Especially the unbothered part. The lip gloss screams, I’m not desperate, but I will step on you.”
Y/N rolled her eyes and reached for her leather jacket. “Okay, relax.”
Elle snorted. “Relax? Please. I’ve seen the way you spiral when Mingyu walks into the room.”
Y/N paused. Jacket half on.
“I don’t spiral.”
“Babe,” Elle said, turning to face her fully. “You go feral. Your entire soul leaves your body. I’ve watched it happen. It’s like a full-blown event.”
“I do not go feral,” Y/N insisted, but her face was already heating.
“You literally gasped the last time he wore that grey hoodie that hugs his back like it owes him money.”
“It was a really good hoodie,” Y/N muttered defensively.
“You said, and I quote, ‘That man could ruin my credit score and I’d say thank you.’”
Y/N flopped onto the edge of the bed, groaning into her hands. “Why do you remember everything embarrassing I say?”
“Because your crush on Mingyu is the highlight of my college experience,” Elle said brightly, grabbing her phone. “It’s adorable. Tragic. A little thirsty. But mostly adorable.”
Y/N gave her a look. “You’re enjoying this too much.”
“You’ve had a crush on him for how long now? Like… since freshman year?”
“More like the first week of freshman year,” Y/N admitted, voice muffled behind her hands. “He said hi to me in the dining hall line and I forgot how to speak.”
Elle cackled. “So tonight’s the night, then?”
“The night for what?”
“The night your Mingyu thirst saga becomes a spicy enemies-to-lovers one-shot instead of a silent, slow-burn pining fic with no plot.”
Y/N groaned again, but this time she was laughing too. “I hate you.”
“You love me. And I love that I’m manifesting your hot girl era.”
She finally stood, adjusting her skirt one last time. “Okay. Let’s go before you start making vision boards.”
They left the dorm around ten, walking into the night like it owed them something. The sidewalks glistened faintly under streetlights from the late drizzle, and the air had that early fall edge—cool enough to raise goosebumps, warm enough not to care.
Y/N clutched her phone in one hand, jacket draped over her shoulders like armor. Every step closer to the party made her heart beat just a little faster.
She didn’t know if tonight would change anything.
But she knew this much:
She looked good. She felt ready.
And if Mingyu looked anything like he usually did—tall, golden-skinned, all stupid charm and sharp jawlines—she was doomed.
Elle bumped her hip against Y/N’s as they reached the end of the block. “Last chance to turn around.”
Y/N took a breath, heart thudding.
“Not a chance.”
The bass thumped through the walls before Y/N and her best friend even stepped inside. It pulsed like a second heartbeat, loud and deep, making the air buzz. “This is packed,” her friend muttered, tugging at the hem of her top as they stepped into the crowded house. Laughter, chatter, and music overlapped into a chaotic hum. Warm bodies pressed close, red cups in nearly every hand, and low amber lights turned the living room into a hazy blur of movement and heat.
Y/N didn’t respond. She barely even heard her.
Because her eyes had already locked onto him. Mingyu.
He was leaning against the kitchen counter like it was his throne. Red cup in hand, head tilted slightly back as he laughed at something someone said. Not just laughed—threw his whole body into it, like he didn’t know how to do anything halfway. His black shirt clung to his broad chest like it had been stitched directly onto his skin. It was criminal, honestly. The way the sleeves hugged his biceps, the way the fabric stretched slightly across his shoulders, the way—
God.
The silver chain at his collarbone gleamed when he turned slightly, catching the light. His dark hair was pushed back casually, revealing the sharp cut of his jawline, the arch of his cheekbones, the perfect curve of his lips. And that smirk?
Deadly. Slow. Deliberate.
She froze. And then he looked up—and noticed her.
Their eyes locked across the room. A beat. Then another. He didn’t look away. His gaze stayed on hers, unwavering, as if everything else had blurred into background noise. He tipped his chin up slightly, the corner of his mouth quirking just enough to say: Yeah. I see you.
Neither did she look away.
“Oh shit,” her best friend whispered, following Y/N’s stare and practically bouncing with excitement. “Is it finally happening?”
“Shut up,” Y/N muttered, but her voice lacked heat. She was too busy trying not to combust. Her lips curled up despite herself. Heat was already blooming on her cheeks, rising up her neck.
Her friend elbowed her. “Go talk to him.”
“What? No.” Y/N blinked and tore her gaze away. “I literally just got here.”
“So? He noticed you. You noticed him. The vibe is already vibing.”
Y/N rolled her eyes but peeked back toward the kitchen. Mingyu was still watching her, now sipping from his cup. Slow. Lazy. Confident.
“I can’t just walk over there,” she muttered.
“Why not?”
“Because I’ll look desperate!”
Her best friend gave her a look. “Girl. You’ve had a crush on him since the first econ lecture. You doodled his initials in your notes.”
“I did not.”
“You did. With hearts.”
Y/N groaned, trying to hide her face in her hands, but the thump of the music gave her away. She peeked again.
Mingyu had shifted. He was still leaning against the counter—but now his body was angled slightly in her direction. His thumb tapped against his cup rhythmically, and then—he raised a brow. Just a little.
Was he—waiting?
Y/N’s breath hitched.
“Okay, but what do I even say?” she mumbled.
Her friend raised a brow. “Hi?”
“I swear to god—”
But before she could finish, someone bumped into her from behind, forcing her a step forward. “Sorry!” the girl called out, weaving through the crowd, clearly already tipsy.
Y/N’s heart skipped. That step had brought her even closer to the kitchen. And now—
Y/N turned around to glare, but her friend only shrugged. “You look hot tonight. Stop overthinking it.”
Y/N swallowed, nerves buzzing under her skin. She glanced down at herself—the fitted black tank top, the skirt that hit mid-thigh, the subtle gloss on her lips. Okay. She didn’t look terrible. But still.
Before she could chicken out, Mingyu pushed off the counter.
Y/N froze. He took a few steps forward, weaving through the party without breaking eye contact. Her stomach flipped.
“Hey,” he said, voice low but audible over the music. “You just get here?”
Oh god. His voice. That deep, smooth, slightly amused tone that made everything sound like a joke he was letting her in on.
“Uh—yeah,” she managed, heat flooding her cheeks again. “Just walked in.”
He smiled. “You looked kind of like a deer in headlights. Cute though.”
Y/N let out a soft, nervous laugh. “I was… trying to decide if the house was structurally sound. It’s shaking.”
Mingyu chuckled, tipping his head. “Fair. Pretty sure the upstairs bathroom’s already out of commission.”
“That’s not comforting.”
“Neither is the guy who just took a beer bong in the bathtub.”
Y/N laughed for real this time, and his smile widened like it had been waiting for that sound.
“I’m Mingyu, by the way,” he said, though he definitely didn’t need to.
“I know,” she blurted, then immediately wanted to slam her head into a wall. “I mean—I’ve seen you around. Econ.”
“I know,” he echoed, and the smirk returned. “You sit in the third row. Always take notes with colored pens.”
“You’ve noticed that?”
“Hard not to when you keep borrowing highlighters from me.”
Y/N blinked. “You remember that?”
Mingyu nodded. “I remember you.”
There was a beat of silence. Then two.
“You wanna grab a drink?” he asked, tilting his head toward the kitchen.
She hesitated, just for a second, then nodded. “Yeah. Sure.”
As they walked side by side, the crowd seemed to part a little. Or maybe it was just her pulse drowning everything else out. She glanced up at him, and he caught her looking again.
This time, he didn’t smirk. He just looked at her—calm, sure, a little curious.
And Y/N suddenly thought that maybe—just maybe—this night was going to change everything.
Soon, the friend group clustered in the living room, half-tipsy and buzzing with energy. Someone had turned the music down just enough that voices filled the space — overlapping, loud, laced with laughter. Someone else had dragged in extra chairs, but most people chose to settle onto cushions, the floor, or sprawled across each other like drunken dominos.
Y/N ended up sitting directly across from Mingyu.
The group didn’t seem to notice, too busy trying to argue over what game to play next. Elle had already taken off her heels, her feet tucked under her as she flopped sideways onto Soonyoung’s legs.Soonyoung, ever the dramatic, moaned in protest but didn’t move. Yoona passed around a half-full bottle of vodka like a sacrament. Chan was perched in the center of the group like a queen about to announce her decree.
Y/N curled her legs beneath her and accepted the red cup Elle handed her. Her fingers felt too warm around the plastic. Her skin buzzed. And she didn’t have to look up to know why.
Mingyu sat across from her, lounging with one elbow resting lazily on his bent knee, his other hand still loosely holding his cup. His dark eyes tracked across the room—but whenever they passed over her, they paused. And lingered.
He wasn’t smiling. Not like he usually did when he told loud jokes or teased Jae for being overly dramatic. No, tonight, Mingyu just watched. Quiet. Intense. His gaze didn’t waver when it landed on hers.
Y/N took a sip to ground herself, lips brushing the rim of her cup a little too slowly. She could still feel him looking. When she finally met his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitched. Barely. Like a secret only she was in on.
Across the room, Soonyoung nudged Seungkwan.
“Okay but someone better come up with a game before I start ranking all my exes from worst to absolutely-freaking-trash.”
“You already did that last week,” Seungkwan said, flipping an imaginary strand of hair over his shoulder. “You put Soobin below the guy who cheated on you and stole your oat milk.”
“Because Soobin has zero rhythm. Zero. That’s a crime on its own.”
Laughter rippled around the group, but Y/N barely registered it. Mingyu was still watching her — openly now. No more subtle glances.
She arched a brow at him over the rim of her cup, almost as if to ask What?
He tilted his head. You tell me, his eyes seemed to reply.
The whole room snapped back into focus when Elle clapped once, loud and attention-grabbing.
“Alright, babies,” she announced, clearly reveling in her chaos gremlin energy. “Truth or dare. Let’s do this.”
“Oh god, here we go,” Jae muttered, already burying his face in a throw pillow. “Elle’s drunk enough to start trauma-digging.”
“No trauma, I promise!” Elle said brightly. “Just lighthearted emotional destruction.”
Everyone groaned, laughed, cheered. Jihoon tossed an empty bottle into the center of the circle.
“Who even suggested this?” Chan asked, stretching his legs out in front of him and leaning back on his palms.
“I think it was me,” Joshua shrugged. “But, like, ironically.”
“Nothing’s ever ironic with you,” Mingyu said, his voice a low rumble that sent goosebumps down Y/N’s arms. It was the first time he’d spoken in a while.
Everyone turned to look at him. Elle raised an eyebrow.
“Wow. Look who finally speaks.”
“I was enjoying the show,” he said simply, but his eyes hadn’t left Y/N.
She flushed under the weight of it.
The group noise swelled again — teasing, laughing — but to Y/N, it all felt distant. The tension between them hummed like an invisible thread pulled taut between where they sat.
She tried to look away. She really did.
But the thing about Mingyu was that he never made it easy to escape. He didn’t do anything — didn’t speak again, didn’t smile, didn’t lean forward — but somehow, he still managed to feel like gravity.
The bottle spun once. Loud whoops followed. It hadn’t landed on either of them, but Mingyu barely glanced away.
Neither did Y/N.
Because while the group dissolved into dares and truths and confessions that drew gasps and groans — the real game, at least for now, was the one being played in silence.
Just eyes. Just him and her.
And a tension so thick it practically crackled in the air between them.
A few rounds in, the game had completely unraveled into the kind of glorious chaos only semi-drunk college students could create. Laughter echoed through the living room, drinks were half-finished or completely forgotten, and the air practically shimmered with the energy of too many confessions, too much heat, and no boundaries.
Y/N shifted slightly where she sat, her legs curled under her. Across the circle, Mingyu leaned back on one arm, fingers lazily tapping his knee. Every time she laughed at something someone said, she could feel his eyes flick back to her. And every time she glanced up—he was already looking.
His gaze didn’t move. He didn’t smile. He just watched her. Like he was waiting.
“Okay, okay,” Elle shouted over the noise, holding the bottle aloft. “Back to the game or I swear I’ll start asking real questions.”
That sobered them up a little.
“Alright,” she said, spinning the bottle dramatically. It clinked over the hardwood before landing on Jae.
He raised his hands like a guilty man surrendering.
“Let’s get it over with.”
“Dare,” Elle smirked.
He groaned, already dreading it.
“I dare you to give someone in this circle a lap dance.”
Laughter exploded instantly. Soonyoung nearly fell over. Seungkwan started drumming a rhythm on his cup like it was a strip club beat.
“You people are unwell,” Jae said, standing up anyway.
“Choose someone!” Elle grinned, clapping her hands.
Jae looked around dramatically, then sighed.
“Seungkwan, I hope you’re ready for the worst thirty seconds of your life.”
“Oh honey,” Seungkwan said, fanning himself. “Make me regret this.”
And he did. The performance was tragic, all exaggerated hip rolls and fake body rolls. The room was in hysterics by the time he collapsed back into his spot.
“Okay, okay,” Seungkwan said breathlessly, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.
“My turn.”
The bottle landed on Yoona.
“Truth,” Yoona said smoothly.
“Who would you sleep with in this room if no one ever found out?”
Dead silence.
Everyone sat up a little straighter.
Yoona didn’t blink.
“Mingyu.”
That got reactions. Whoops, cheers, and one very dramatic gasp from Jae.
Y/N’s throat tightened. She didn’t even realize she’d tensed until she caught Mingyu out of the corner of her eye. He didn’t even react — just sipped his drink, eyes flicking briefly to Y/N, unreadable.
Elle was already laughing.
“Okayyy, spicy! Let’s keep it going.”
Next spin. It landed on Jihoon.
“Dare,” Jihoon said, ready for blood.
Soonyoung grinned.
“Kiss the person you’d never admit you had a thing for.”
The room tensed.
Jihoon stood, walked right past Chan and Joshua — and kissed Elle.
It wasn’t dramatic or showy. Just a quick, firm kiss that left Elle blinking and the entire group losing their minds.
“You are not okay,” Elle said, cheeks flushed.
“I’m very okay,” Jihoon smirked, sitting down again like he hadn’t just shifted the entire friend group dynamic.
“Alright,” Elle breathed, grinning like a devil. “Y/N.”
The bottle had landed on her, of course. All eyes turned.
Y/N blinked slowly. “Dare.”
Elle didn’t hesitate. “I dare you to play Seven Minutes in Heaven.”
That drew a chorus of “ooooh”s, a few dramatic gasps, and someone (probably Jae) whisper-yelling “IT’S HAPPENING.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow. “That’s it?”
Elle’s grin deepened. “With… Mingyu.”
Dead. Silence.
Someone dropped their cup. Jae let out a long, drawn-out, “Holy. Shit.”
Y/N’s heart beat loud in her ears.
Across the circle, Mingyu looked… unaffected. His drink rested in his hand, the silver chain at his throat catching the light. He didn’t say anything. Just looked at her.
She cleared her throat. “Maybe that’s not fair. Like, what if he’s uncomfortable—”
“I’m not,” Mingyu said, voice low.
She blinked. “Oh.”
“I’m game if you are.”
Elle squealed. “OH. My god. Up. Now.”
“I hate you,” Y/N muttered, but Elle was already grabbing her by the wrist.
Mingyu stood slowly, every movement unhurried, smooth. He brushed past a few pillows and offered no defense. No jokes. He didn’t look embarrassed. Didn’t look cocky either.
He looked like a man who’d been waiting for this moment.
Jae shouted from the back, “Use protection!”
Yoona added, “Use your time wisely!”
“Make it worth it!” Hana yelled, raising her cup like it was a wedding toast.
Y/N wanted the floor to swallow her.
Elle ignored all of it. She had Y/N in one hand, Mingyu in the other, leading them down the dim hallway like a proud matchmaker.
As they passed the rest of the group, Yoona shouted, “SEVEN MINUTES—NOT A SECOND LESS!”
Elle pushed open the second door on the right with her hip and turned toward them with a wicked grin.
“Enjoy yourselves,” she said, backing away slowly. “We’ll be listening.”
Then she closed the door behind them.
Click.
“Have fun, lovebirds!” Elle shouted through the door, her voice muffled but smug.
The latch clicked shut. The sound echoed louder than it should’ve.
And then—silence.
The kind that wrapped around you like smoke.
Y/N didn’t move. Neither did he. The soft hum of bass-heavy music seeped through the walls, but inside the dim room, it felt like they were miles away from everything. Just the two of them. Her heart was hammering in her chest, but she forced herself to breathe slowly. To look casual.
Across the room, Mingyu stood with his hands in his pockets, shoulders relaxed, like this wasn’t completely insane. Like he hadn’t just agreed to seven uninterrupted minutes alone with her in front of all their friends.
He tilted his head slightly. “So… this is happening.”
She shrugged, arms crossed over her chest. “Looks like it.”
The corners of his mouth curled, slow and lazy. That damn smirk. It always said more than words. “Nervous?”
“Should I be?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether you’ve been thinking about this as much as I have.”
Y/N froze.
The words hung between them, weighty and soft all at once.
“You’ve been staring at me all night,” he added, voice dipping lower. “You probably thought I didn’t notice.”
She gave a short laugh. “Please. You were staring first.”
He didn’t deny it. “Maybe.”
She took a slow step forward, chin tilted. “You’re cocky.”
He didn’t flinch. Just raised a brow. “You like it.”
She pretended to consider it. “Mmm. I like watching you think I have no idea how hot you are.”
His laugh was low and genuine. “You think I don’t know?”
“I think you really like being the center of attention.”
“I wasn’t looking for attention.” He paused. “Just yours.”
Y/N’s breath caught in her throat.
There was something dangerous about the way he was looking at her—like she was both a mystery he’d already solved and a secret he couldn’t wait to open.
Her pulse quickened. She hated how warm she felt under his stare. How every inch of him seemed like it had been made to drive her insane. That chain at his collarbone. The black shirt that clung just right. The calm in his voice like he knew he had her off-balance.
“So what are we supposed to do in here?” she asked, lightly, like she didn’t already feel like combusting.
Mingyu took a step closer. Just one. But it was enough.
His gaze dropped to her lips for the briefest second before returning to her eyes. “Anything we want.”
Her stomach flipped.
“You talk like you’ve thought about this.”
“I have.”
She blinked.
“I’ve thought about what your mouth tastes like when you smile like that,” he murmured. “What you’d sound like if I kissed you right.”
Y/N’s breath caught.
“And?” she said, voice thin.
“And I’m kind of dying to find out.”
The heat spread down her neck, goosebumps prickling along her skin. She told herself to stay cool, to tease him, but he was already undoing her with just his words.
Still, she lifted her chin, letting her voice come out playfully — if slightly shaky. “Then I dare you,” she said softly, “to kiss me.”
A slow grin stretched across Mingyu’s lips. “Finally,” he murmured.
Then he stepped forward and kissed her.
Not soft. Not tentative.
It was the kind of kiss that came after too many nights of almosts. Of eyes meeting across parties and flirty inside jokes, of hands brushing accidentally-on-purpose, of imagining it a hundred different ways.
His hands found her waist like they belonged there. Her fingers fisted into his shirt, tugging him closer without thinking.
The kiss deepened — hot and needy, tasting like all the tension they’d tried to brush off.
She gasped against his mouth as he guided her back, her shoulder blades pressing gently against the wall. He kissed her like he’d been holding back. Like the last straw had snapped the moment that door shut.
His lips moved down to her jaw, then just below her ear, and she sucked in a breath, fingers tightening in his shirt.
“Mingyu,” she whispered.
He didn’t stop.
“Say that again,” he murmured, lips brushing her skin.
She shivered.
“You think I’ve been staring all night?” he whispered, voice ragged now. “You have no idea.”
Her fingers slid up into his hair, pulling slightly. His groan was low — and it only made her pull again.
“I liked it,” he added, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. “I liked watching you try not to look at me.”
“You’re insufferable,” she muttered.
“Tell me to stop.”
She didn’t.
Instead, she kissed him again.
This one was slower. Less rushed. More dangerous.
Because it felt like it meant something.
Like it was the start of something that couldn’t be undone.
His hands slid under the hem of her top — not to push, just to feel. Her skin was hot. His touch was cooler than she expected. Her head was spinning and she didn’t care.
They kissed like they’d waited too long for this. Like they were trying to make up for every second wasted.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered the timer. The fact that in a few minutes, someone was going to knock or yell or open the door, and this spell would break. But for now…
Mingyu kissed her again — slower this time, like he had all the time in the world.
She kissed him back like they didn’t.
Like seven minutes wasn’t nearly enough.
She had seven minutes.And right now, every single second was on fire.
Mingyu’s breath was fire against her skin, every exhale like a secret whispered directly to her pulse. His hands were already at her sides, firm, confident, sliding lower with maddening slowness until they gripped her hips. He pressed her fully against the wall, one thigh slipping between hers like it belonged there.
“You’re mine for the next seven minutes,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous, the kind of tone that curled around her spine and made her stomach drop. “And I intend to make every second count.”
Y/N’s breath came in short, sharp bursts, her back arching slightly into him. She could feel the heat rolling off his body, his presence caging her in without ever feeling suffocating. No, it was addictive. Too much, not enough, all at once.
She turned her head slightly, enough to glance at him over her shoulder. Her voice was shaky, but it held a thread of defiance. “Cocky.”
Mingyu’s lips grazed the shell of her ear. “Not cocky. Certain.”
She shivered. “Of what?”
“That you want this just as much as I do.” His mouth brushed her earlobe. “Maybe more.”
She exhaled sharply, heart pounding. “You think you know everything.”
His hands slipped up, fingers tracing the curves of her waist, thumbs pressing into the small of her back. “No,” he said, voice soft and deliberate. “But I know this.”
He leaned in, slowly, until his body was flush against hers, chest to back, heat to heat. His thigh pressed more firmly between hers, nudging her legs apart. Her breath hitched.
“You’ve been driving me insane for weeks,” he continued. “Those looks? The way you bite your lip and act like you don’t notice me watching you? Every time you laugh and glance away like I don’t see it.”
His mouth dipped lower, trailing along her neck. She gasped when his teeth grazed skin, light but deliberate.
“You knew this was coming,” he said, lips brushing her pulse point now. “Didn’t you?”
She swallowed hard. Her voice came out rough. “Maybe.”
He chuckled, low and dark. “No maybe about it.”
Then he turned her.
In one fluid motion, he spun her gently but firmly, pressing her back to the wall this time. His eyes swept over her face, lingering at her lips, dark with hunger and tension and something deeper—curiosity, maybe. Like he was memorizing her in real time.
“I’ve thought about this,” he admitted, his hands settling on her thighs. “What you’d look like like this. All flushed, breathless. Mine.”
“You act like you already own me,” she whispered.
Mingyu’s lips brushed hers without fully kissing her. “Don’t I?”
Y/N stared at him, heart thudding violently. Her hands fisted into his shirt. “Prove it.”
He smirked, the tension between them sparking like static.
Then he dropped his head and kissed her—really kissed her.
It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t careful.
It was full of pent-up tension, slow-burning frustration, and raw, hungry want. He kissed her like he was starving and she was the only thing he’d ever craved. Her body melted into his, hands tangling in his hair as she kissed him back, matching his intensity beat for beat.
When they broke apart, both breathless, he rested his forehead against hers.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured.
“Then stop talking,” she whispered, “and do something about it.”
A growl built in his throat as he dropped to his knees in front of her. She gasped, her hand flying to his shoulder for balance as he ran his hands up her legs, slow and reverent. Her skirt hitched up easily under his touch, the air cool against her skin.
“This—” he said, gripping her thigh firmly and lifting it over his shoulder, “—is dangerous.”
Her breathing was shallow now, hands in his hair, thighs tightening around him.
His lips grazed the inside of her thigh, trailing kisses that made her legs shake. “You’re shaking,” he whispered, almost teasing.
“You’re impossible.”
“And you’re irresistible.”
He rose again suddenly, gripping her wrists and pinning them gently above her head. The movement was smooth, practiced. Her breath caught at the shift, the way his body fully claimed hers without crossing any lines—he was in control, but only because she let him.
Their eyes locked. “Say the word,” he whispered. “Tell me you want this too.”
Y/N stared up at him, chest heaving. Then, in a voice that was all fire and surrender, she said, “I want this.”
He kissed her again—deeper this time, hungrier, his body pressing hers harder into the wall. One hand slid down to her hip, the other slipping between her thighs, slow and purposeful. His fingers hooked into her panties, dragging them down in agonizing, teasing inches.
“Look at you,” he whispered, his voice a low growl. “So wet already. For me.”
Her head fell back against the wall, a sound leaving her lips that was equal parts surprise and pleasure as his fingers teased her slick heat.
“Touch me,” she begged, voice barely audible.
He lifted his head, eyes dark. “Like this?” he murmured, running a finger between her folds—soft, slow, then with pressure that made her cry out softly.
Her hips rolled into his hand instinctively.
“God, you’re perfect,” he said, kissing her jaw, her throat. “All of this? Mine. Tonight.”
You shiver. Then—one finger. Then two. Sliding in, curling, stroking.
Your hips jerk instinctively, breath catching as he finds that perfect spot too easily, like he’s memorized you already. His touch is confident—devastating. Each movement is deliberate. Calculated.
Your legs tremble, muscles tightening as your head falls back against the wall. Mingyu’s free hand wraps firmly around your waist, anchoring you in place, keeping you exactly where he wants you.
“You feel that?” he murmurs against your neck, voice rich and low, the sound alone enough to make you ache. “How your body reacts to me?”
You manage the softest sound—half gasp, half whimper—and it only seems to spur him on.
“I’m going to make you cum like this first,” he whispers, lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear. “Then I’m going to fuck you—slow, deep, until you’re gasping my name.”
Your breath stutters, caught in your throat. You try to speak, to say something, but nothing comes out. Just the broken sound of want.
He chuckles, low and rough, the sound vibrating through your chest. “You like being teased, don’t you?”
You nod, just barely. It’s all you can manage. Your hands clutch the front of his shirt, wrinkling the fabric as your knees threaten to give out beneath you.
“Good,” he says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, slow and hot. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
Then it hits.
You come hard on his fingers, your body arching off the wall, a sharp gasp ripping from your lips as everything inside you clenche around him. Your vision blurs. Legs shake. And Mingyu just watches. Watch you fall apart for him, wearing that same maddening smirk he’s had all night—the one that says he knew this would happen from the second you walked into the room.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, withdrawing his fingers with slow, teasing precision. He holds your gaze as he lifts them to his lips and sucks one clean. “Knew you’d be like this.”
You’re still catching your breath, still blinking through the haze of your high, when his fingers move to the button of his jeans. One flick. Then the zipper. And he pushes them down just far enough—just enough to make your breath hitch again.
He’s already hard. Already waiting.
“Still quiet?” he asks, his voice velvet over steel.
You find your voice—barely. “Trying to figure out what’s bigger—your ego, or…”
His smirk sharpens. “You’ll find out.”
“Seven minutes,” he said, eyes dark with challenge. “Let’s see how many times I can make you fall apart before time’s up.” You smirked, breathless but bold. “You talk a big game, Mingyu.” He grabbed your waist and spun you around, guiding you onto the bed with a cocky laugh. “You started it, sweetheart.”
You let him position you, his grip strong on your thighs, spreading you open beneath him like he’d dreamed of doing it a hundred times. He hovered just above, his mouth a breath away from yours, eyes flicking over your flushed face, your parted lips.
“You think you’re the first guy to say that?” you said, a breathy taunt, even as your chest heaved.
He stilled for half a second. Then a slow grin curled across his face—dangerous and devastating.
“No,” he muttered, voice low as sin, “but I’ll be the one you remember.”
And then he pushed in—slow, deep, devastating and he was inside you
Your mouth fell open in a gasp soundless moan, back arching, a breathy curse escaping you. The stretch made your thighs quiver, a delicious ache settling deep in your belly.
“Fuck,” you breathed. “Okay… point proven.”
Mingyu leaned down, lips brushing your ear, his voice thick and rough. “That’s it? No more snark?”
You wrapped your legs around his waist and dragged your nails lightly down his back, breath hitching. “Didn’t want to throw you off your game. I assumed you needed quiet to focus.”
He growled a laugh—deep, low, and full of heat. “You think this is me focusing?”
His hips rolled harder, pushing deeper, and your breath stuttered. You moaned loudly and answer
“You’re cocky,” you murmured, lips brushing his jaw.
“You love it,” he fired back, thrusting again.
Your body rocked with him, the friction building like fire beneath your skin. “I like watching you try to impress me.”
“I like watching you fall apart,” he rasped, grinding his hips in a way that made your toes curl.
He dipped his head to your neck, dragging his lips along your pulse, where it beat wild and fast. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
His hand slid up your side, fingertips skimming just under your top, and when your hips met his in rhythm, his breath caught.
“You’ve got…” you smirked against his skin, voice breathless, “like five minutes left.”
He rolled his hips, angled just right, and you moaned again—louder. “Then I better make it count,” he said, watching you come undone beneath him. “Say my name.” You bit your lip. “Make me.” His eyes flashed, and he grinned like he was about to ruin you—in the best possible way.
He grabs your hips and snaps into you harder. “Fuck, the way you squeeze around me—like you were made for this.”
You throw your head back against the pillow, a moan slipping past your lips before you can stop it.He leans down, lips ghosting over your jaw. “Look at you,” he whispers. “So cocky earlier. Now you’re moaning like you need me.”
Your eyes meet his, blazing. “I do need you,” you pant, voice breathless but challenging.
“Just not sure you can finish the job in time.” That lights something in him. “Oh, baby,” Mingyu laughs darkly, “I’m going to ruin you in four minutes flat.” He lifts one of your legs onto his shoulder and thrusts deeper—hard, rhythmic, relentless.
“Feel that?” he rasps. “That’s me splitting you open. Taking what’s mine.” You claw at his back, eyes fluttering shut. “Harder.” He obeys instantly. You moan out aloud
“You like being used like this, don’t you?Like the slut you are” he groans. “You like me fucking you full in some random bedroom while our friends wait outside?”
“Say it,” he demanded, voice low and commanding, as his hand slid to your jaw, tilting your face toward his. “I want to hear from you.”
“Yes,” you moan, voice wrecked. “You’re dripping for me,” he snarls against your throat. “So damn wet—like your body knew what was coming the second we walked in here.” as he grabs your breast, squeezing firmly as his thrusts grow harder, rougher—each movement making your body jolt beneath him
Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging hard enough to draw a growl from deep in his throat. His lips brush over your neck, your collarbone, anywhere he can reach as you arch into him.
“Shut up and make me cum again,” you snap, breathless but cocky, the edge in your voice sharp despite how wrecked you already feel.
His breath stutters, the challenge lighting something feral in his eyes. “Oh, I will,” he murmurs, voice rough and low, like it’s scraping from somewhere deep inside him. “But you’re not walking out of here without begging for it first.”
The arrogance in his tone makes heat bloom low in your stomach. “Then make me beg, Mingyu. If you think you’ve earned it.”
That did it. His jaw clenched, a low growl vibrating from his chest as his hips snapped forward, rough and unrelenting. The pace shifted—no longer slow and teasing, but fierce, almost punishing.
“I’ll fuck you until you forget your name,” he ground out, breath hot against your skin.
Your breath stuttered, caught between a gasp and a moan, pleasure blooming in your veins. “I’ll scream yours instead.”
“Good,” he hissed, leaning in until your foreheads touched, his eyes dark and focused entirely on you. “Because that’s all I want to hear for the next—” he threw a glance at the door, sweat glistening at his temple, “—two minutes.”
You bit your lip, heart hammering. Every nerve ending was lit up, your body thrumming under his touch, his weight, his voice. “Then what are you waiting for?”
“You’re going to remember this,” he growled, one hand tangling in your hair, the other gripping your waist tight. “Every time you try to flirt with someone else.”
You opened your mouth, ready to fire back, but all that came out was a strangled moan as his hips snapped forward again, perfectly timed, perfectly cruel.
He smiled into your neck. “That’s what I thought.”
His grin spread slow and dangerous, that same wicked fire gleaming in his eyes—the one he’d had the second he saw you across the room. The one that said he’d been waiting for this just as long as you had.
He adjusted his grip on your hips, grounding you harder beneath him as he picked up the rhythm again, his breath ragged now too. Your head fell back against the pillows, the only thing anchoring you to the moment was the sound of his skin against yours, your breathing tangled, bodies moving like they’d done this a thousand times in their heads.
Everything outside that room ceased to exist.
“For you,” he says, voice rough and low, thrusting even deeper. “To break.”
Your nails raked down his chest, dragging over every slick line of muscle. His shirt had vanished somewhere in the chaos, and now your hands were greedy — exploring the sweat-slick heat of his body, the flex of his abs each time he drove into you with bruising force.
He was all tension and power above you, and still, you couldn’t stop touching him — couldn’t get enough of the way his skin burned under your fingertips, or the way his breath stuttered when you reached lower, gripping his hips to pull him even closer.
“God, you feel so good,” you moaned, head falling back, voice unraveling. “So fucking perfect—everywhere.”
He groaned at that, the sound ripped from somewhere deep in his chest. His rhythm faltered for just a second — then returned, harder, more urgent. His hands held you tighter now, like he needed to keep you grounded or he might fall apart himself.
“You like touching me that much?” he rasped, his voice frayed, wrecked in the best way.
You nodded, unable to find words at first, just your lips parting in a gasp as you looked up at him. “Can’t help it,” you whispered, chest rising and falling fast. “You look like sin and feel like heaven.”
That earned a breathless laugh from him, barely more than a puff of air before it twisted into a moan as your body clenched around him, heat pulsing. You were close—so close it hurt.
“I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, fingers digging into his back as your body arched toward him. “Fuck—Mingyu, I’m gonna—”
His mouth was on your neck in an instant, lips dragging hot along your skin, hips snapping into yours with relentless rhythm. “Then cum for me,” he growled, one hand sliding to your thigh, gripping it like a lifeline. “Let go. Right here. On me.”
His pace never broke, even as your body began to tremble. The sounds between you grew louder—breaths, gasps, the distant thump of music outside forgotten as you shattered beneath him. And he held you through every second of it, like he’d been waiting to watch you fall apart just for him.
You choked out his name, legs tightening around him as your body shook again, the orgasm hitting hard and fast — blinding. But he didn’t stop.
“Fuck,” he hissed, voice breaking. “I’m close—fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You barely had time to respond before he said it — low, desperate, possessive: “I’m gonna cum inside.”
Your eyes snapped open, heart thudding. His grip tightened on your waist. “I’m not leaving,” he said through clenched teeth, thrusts getting sloppy, erratic.
“Not until I’m buried so deep inside you, you’ll feel me even after I’m gone.” You moaned in response, dizzy from everything — the heat, his words, the overwhelming pleasure.
“You want that?” he asked, voice ragged. “You want me to fill you up?”
“Yes—fuck, yes.”
“Then take it like the fucking cum desperate whore you are” he growled
His head dropped to your shoulder as he groaned your name, hips jerking once, twice, and then he stilled — body trembling as he spilled into you, breath catching in his throat.
A soft, broken sound escaped him — somewhere between a moan and a gasp — as he held you tighter, like letting go would unravel him completely. Your fingers dug into his back, desperate to anchor yourself, to feel every pulse of him, every wave of heat.
Silence settled between you for a second. Heavy. Intimate. Charged.
His skin was damp against yours, chest heaving, heart racing. You could feel it — the aftershocks in his body, the quiet vulnerability in the way he stayed pressed against you, unmoving.
Neither of you spoke.
There was nothing to say — not yet. Only breath. Only heat.
His hand slid up your spine slowly, deliberately, until it cradled the back of your neck. “Fuck,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “You drive me insane.”
And then, just beyond the door, someone called out:
“Time’s up!”
You both froze, breath tangled, bodies still pressed too close, the heat between you crackling like static. His forehead rested against yours, both of you panting, wrecked.
Mingyu grinned first — wild, breathless, his lips kiss-bruised and eyes still dark with want.
“Shame,” he muttered, cocking his head like he already missed your body. “I was just getting started.”
The door creaked open, and he stepped out first, running a hand through his mess of hair, his shirt buttoned in all the wrong places. He didn’t even bother pretending — just walked out like he owned the room and everything that happened in it. Like he’d just walked off a victory stage.
You followed a few seconds later, skirt tugged hastily down, fingers still trembling. Every nerve in your body felt overstimulated, your lips swollen, thighs shaky. You could feel it — the evidence of him, of what he’d done to you — with every single step.
Elle stood outside, arms crossed and smirking like she’d just won a bet.
“So,” she said, drawing the word out, eyes flicking between you and Mingyu. “Did you two… have a good chat?”
Mingyu shot her a wink, smug as ever.
“Productive.”
You glared at her, trying not to trip over your own damn legs or give away just how thoroughly ruined you were.
“Elle, I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” She looped her arm through yours with way too much glee. “You’re glowing. Like, post-orgasm glowing.”
Your jaw dropped.
“Elle!”
Behind you, Mingyu chuckled — deep, amused, far too satisfied with himself.
“She’s not wrong.”
You turned sharply, cheeks burning, and gave him a look meant to kill.
“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”
He didn’t miss a beat. Took one step closer, leaned down until his lips brushed the shell of your ear. His voice was low — all silk and sin.
“I enjoyed you, baby. That’s different.”
Your breath caught.
Goddamn him.
Your body still responded to him like it hadn’t just spent the last seven minutes being kissed senseless, touched like worship, fucked like a secret. Your skin prickled under his gaze, your knees still not fully recovered.
And worse? He knew.
His smirk deepened as he straightened, eyes trailing lazily down your body like he could still feel you under his fingertips.
“See you out there.” He turned and walked away — swagger in every step.
Elle whistled low under her breath.
“You know what’s worse than watching you fall for him?” she muttered. “Watching you pretend you’re not.”
You didn’t answer.
Because you weren’t ready to admit she was right.
Not yet.
But god — the ache between your thighs and the way your heart raced at the thought of round two said it all.
You and Elle walked ahead, arm in arm, though she was doing most of the walking — you were still recovering, legs wobbly and traitorous beneath you.
From behind, you could feel Mingyu’s eyes on you. That lazy heat that made your skin tingle like you were still in that closet, still pressed against the wall, still moaning his name with his hand over your mouth. You hated how easily he lingered — in your mind, on your skin, in your pulse.
“Stop thinking about it,” Elle whispered, nudging you.
You blinked. “I’m not.”
She raised a brow. “Your pupils are dilated, your thighs are clenched, and you’ve got that ‘I’ve just been devoured alive’ look. Babe. Please.”
Before you could shoot back something clever, you reached the group — gathered around the back patio, drinks in hand, mid-laugh. And the second they spotted you and Mingyu trailing behind like you hadn’t just committed multiple sins in a dark room — the grins started forming.
“Well, well, well,” Jihoon said, holding up his drink like a toast. “If it isn’t Mr. and Mrs. Closet.”
“Took you long enough,” Seungkwan added, eyes dancing. “We thought maybe you’d moved in there permanently.”
“Should we decorate it for them?” Hana chimed in sweetly, swirling her drink. “Maybe add a little bed, a snack drawer… mood lighting?”
You rolled your eyes, trying to downplay the heat in your face.
“It was seven minutes. Not a lifetime.”
“Seven legendary minutes, apparently,” Soonyoung said, hand to his chest like he was personally affected. “Elle said you came out glowing like a Twilight vampire.”
You turned to Elle, horrified.
“You’re the devil.”
“A supportive devil,” she said brightly. “I’m just proud.”
Yoona raised her glass in your direction. “Honestly? Good for you. Closet sex? Bold. Iconic. Unstable, but iconic.”
Mingyu finally joined you, sliding into the circle like he hadn’t just wrecked you against a supply closet door. Hair still a mess. Shirt still barely together. Confidence radiating off him like second nature.
He took one look around, then grinned.
“Miss me?”
“You didn’t even fix your shirt, bro,” Chan pointed out.
“Didn’t have time,” Mingyu said with a shrug, not even trying to act humble. He looked at you.
“Some of us were busy.”
Groans and laughter erupted. Someone — probably Joshua — fake-gagged.
“God, you’re insufferable,” you muttered under your breath.
Mingyu leaned closer, voice just low enough for you to hear.
“You didn’t think that when you were begging me to go slower.”
Your eyes widened.
“Mingyu—”
“You didn’t say I couldn’t tease,” he said, smirking.
You turned sharply, grabbing the nearest cup of something — anything — to cool your face, your heart, your entire existence.
And then you heard Soonyoung yell,
“Let’s take a shot for the happy couple!”
“We’re not a couple!” you and Mingyu said at the same time.
The group just laughed harder.
“Sure,” Jihoon deadpanned. “You’re just two friends who happened to have the most sexually charged game of Seven Minutes in Heaven we’ve ever witnessed.”
“I mean,” Yoona added with a grin, “they walked out looking like a deleted scene from a very explicit K-drama.”
“I’d watch that show,” Hana nodded seriously. “Season one finale: supply closet confessionals.”
You groaned. Mingyu wrapped an arm casually around your waist — for show, you told yourself. Just for show.
But the way his thumb stroked your hip? That wasn’t just anything.
Neither was the way he leaned down again, voice soft and smug.
“Round two later?”
And the worst part?
You didn’t even hesitate before whispering back:
“Yes.”
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who knew being roommates could turn into so much more.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, roommates to lovers, angst, smut, fluff
𝐚𝐮(𝐬): non idol
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 16.7k
𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nightmares from a past car accident mingyu had, anxiety, depression, body image issues, lots and lots of emotions, pregnancy, implied mxm (not really sexually but they hold hands and cuddle, the boys care deeply for each other)
𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, creampie, oral (both rec), hand job, fingering, pussy stretching, big dick wonwoo, mingyu’s dick is even bigger, anal play, threesome, spit roasting, anal, double penetration, voyurism (both boys like to watch), needy reader, soft dom wonwoo (like he’s very soft, he just good a being in charge), nicknamed: baby, baby girl, princess (hers)
𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: mature, nsfw, 18+
𝐚𝐧: thank you so much to @gyubakeries for helping me out and beta reading this story. This is an older story that I really have been wanting to edit and rewrite. This just really made sense as a minwon story. I have fully reworked it and only some of the plot is the some and a couple scenes.
Laying in your full-size bed, your soft body was curled up against the muscular body of Wonwoo. Your leg was thrown over his waist as your head used his chest as a pillow. Your body couldn’t be any physically closer to his. Curled up behind you, Mingyu was nuzzled up tightly against you. Mingyu has always had a thing for having your ass pressed against him as he slept.
It’s been two years since you moved in with the boys. Originally you moved into the city for a new job. You packed up your life and moved in with your childhood best friend Jeonghan for a little while. Once you were situated fully at work you knew it was time to find somewhere to permanently live. You loved Jeonghan but living with him and his girlfriend made you feel like you were intruding on them. Even though they both constantly told otherwise. You worked for a publishing house and were lucky enough to be able to work from home most days. You were lucky Jeonghan had two friends who had a three bedroom apartment looking for another roommate.
As soon as you met your future roommates Wonwoo and Mingyu, you instantly clicked. They were both extremely easy to live with. They were both kind, extremely neat and tidy. Mingyu was even an amazing cook who adores cooking for his roommates.
Mingyu radiates golden retriever energy. He’s tall and beautiful with tan skin. He works as a freelance videographer. He frequently goes on work trips. A perks of his job is how much he gets to travel.
Wonwoo is the black cat to his roommate's golden retriever. He’s more quiet and reserved with people he doesn’t know. Once he opens up with someone you can see how funny and, at the same time, serious he can be. He works from home like you do. He works at a big tech company, and also does streaming on the side. He also has to travel quite frequently for his job.
Things with the three of you started out platonic. Sure from the very beginning there were lingering touches and longing looks shared between you and the boys, but it was nothing romantic. Cuddling in bed was the closest you got to romance. You had fallen into this cycle of all of you sleeping in bed together.
It all started one night when you had a really bad nightmare and went to the kitchen to get water, and found Mingyu sitting on the barstool at the counter. He also couldn’t sleep himself. He told you about the nightmares he’s had since he was in college. You learned about the bad car crash he was in that almost killed him. He said he doesn’t really talk about it often. You were the only person he opened up to about that night other than Wonwoo.
“I don’t like sleeping alone,” he sighs.
“You don’t have to. I can lay with you if you want.” Part of you felt like you were crossing a boundary that you probably shouldn’t. But there was something about Mingyu that always gave you a sense of comfort.
Following Mingyu to his bedroom, you each take a side of the bed. For a while you just lay there staring at each other. After a while Mingyu reaches out to take your hand.
“Could I possibly hold you?” He asked barely above a whisper.
“Of course.” He pulls you close to him and ask you to roll over. Laying on his side, he moves so he presses up snug against you with his hand holding your soft stomach.
That was the first night you and Mingyu innocently shared a bed together.
It became a frequent habit of both of you sleeping together just to cuddle after Mingyu would have nightmares. Wonwoo joined in one night about a month in when he walked into Mingyu’s room to check on him and found him curled up next to you. You were both wide awake and spooning while talking. You both looked over at Wonwoo with the look of a child who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
“What’s going on here?” He asked, leaning against the door frame.
“I had a nightmare again and asked if she would lay with me.”
“Gyu, why didn’t you tell me?” Wonwoo’s face drops a little and he looks sad. Mingyu had mentioned that in the past, especially during college after his accident, Wonwoo was always by his side. He had said in the beginning that he couldn’t even sleep alone and Wonwoo would lay in his bed, holding his hand.
“I’ve been sleeping like this with (Y/N) for about a month.”
“Oh.” Part of you feels guilty that Wonwoo seems hurt.
“Did you want to join us?” Mingyu asked, tugging you closer to him.
“Would you mind?” Wonwoo sounds nervous. You both just shake your head. Slowly he crawls into Mingyu’s bed and curls up onto the other side of the bed in front of you. From that night on you rarely ever slept alone.
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You nuzzled against Wonwoo’s chest as you started to slowly wake up. Mingyu’s strong hand gently rubbed your thigh letting you know he was awake. Gently, you rolled off of Wonwoo, trying not to wake him up. Looking over at Mingyu who had moved back a little to give you room.
He laid on his back and signaled for you to cuddle up against him. You moved back into the position you had just been laying on Wonwoo. Your leg once again was tossed over Mingyu’s waist as your head nuzzled against Mingyu’s strong chest.
His hand grips your thigh and pulls you even closer to him. A soft moan passes your lips unexpectedly. This was the first time your cuddling had even gotten close to sexual. There was suddenly a thick sexual tension between you as you let out another low moan when your pajama covered cored rutted against his hip. Your eyes went wide as you bit your lip. You didn’t mean to moan, but the way he was pulling you closer to him was intoxicating.
His warm eyes locked onto yours, as if he was trying to figure out what was going on in your mind. You suddenly felt embarrassed at the fact you moaned as your body moved against him. Your eyes quickly moved away from his dark ones.
“Should I sleep somewhere else?” You rasped lightly, finally breaking the silence.
He shook his head quickly. The last thing he wanted was for you to sleep somewhere else, at this point he didn’t know if he was able to actually sleep all night without you or Wonwoo.
“What’s going on?” Wonwoo said, sitting up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked over at the two of you confused about what was going on.
You rolled off of Mingyu quickly and laid on your back staring at the ceiling. You wondered if maybe it was time for you to start sleeping alone again. You couldn’t lie to yourself anymore. You were starting to develop feelings for both of the men you were sharing a bed with.
“I think I need to sleep alone,” you continued to stare at the ceiling. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at either of them. The embarrassment creeping across your face.
“What? Why?” Wonwoo his voice sounds raspy and sounds sleepy. He had just woken up to you suddenly saying that you didn’t want to sleep with them anymore.
“Because I can’t keep telling myself I don’t have feelings for you,” you felt embarrassed that you had to confess the feelings you had for them. You never planned on telling them. You felt as if your feelings might be one sided. Your cheeks burned bright as your eyes looked over slowly at Wonwoo and then at Mingyu who both had the same wide-eyed look as they stared at each other. Maybe if the bed would open and swallow you whole you could escape this.
“I mean I like you too,” Wonwoo said, speaking up as he looked down at you. He pushes his fingers through his messy hair.
Mingyu nodded his head, “I like you too.”
“Oh,” you were completely caught off guard. Mingyu was a man who had no issue with skinship. You hadn’t even thought about the possibility he would like you as more than a friend. Wonwoo had always been more closed off, almost afraid to put himself out there. The thought of him like you wasn’t something you could picture.
Leaning down, Wonwoo gently presses his lips to yours like he’s testing the water. Pulling back for a moment he gives you a smile. Without even thinking you lean forward pressing your lips to his.
Mingyu sits up and lets out a little laugh. “Why did I always know Wonwoo was going to be the first to kiss you.” The whole situation feels like a dream. Looking over at Mingyu, you stare at him, knitting your brows together.
Gently he reaches out resting his hand on your cheek. His thumb drags across your bottom lip. “I’ve never minded sharing with Wonwoo,” he whispers.
The moment your lips touch Mingyu’s you relax. Kissing both the boys just feels so right. Pulling away, Mingyu rests his nose against yours and smiles.
“Can we maybe talk more about this later? I’m exhausted and still want to cuddle,” Wonwoo asked as he laid back down.
“Okay we can talk about details later,” you said, still attempting to process everything.
Wonwoo moved so he was laying on his side and pulled your soft body so you were curled up against him. Mingyu smiled as he watched you curl up against Wonwoo.
“Are you going to join?” You asked.
He nodded his head as he slowly moved to become the little spoon in front of you. His strong body pressed against your soft one. Your hand was over his waist and he reached up and laced his fingers with yours and gave your hand a little squeeze.
Wonwoo gently pressed his lips to your bare shoulder and whispered, “I’m glad you moved in with us.”
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It’s a rare day when yours and Jeonghan’s schedules fully line up, and you find yourself itting in a coffee shop, where he’s telling you about his latest promotion at work.
“I feel like I haven't seen you in ages. I have seen Wonwoo or Mingyu either,” Jeonghan says before taking a drink of his coffee.
“They’re both really busy with work, and work has been stressing me out. I really only see the boys at night now.”
“Are you sleeping better now?” Jeonghan knows about your nightmares and how sometimes you can barely find sleep because you can’t turn your mind off.
A heavy sigh passes your lips. How do you explain to Jeonghan that the only way you can really sleep now is curled up against your roommates? You aren’t even sure how to define your relationship with the boys. Are they technically both your boyfriends?
“Yeah, I am.”
Jeonghan studies you by knitting his eyebrows together. “How is it living with the boys? Are you still liking it like you used to?”
“Yeah, they’re great.”
A smile forms on his face. “So which one of the boys do you have a crush on?” Your face instantly burns with embarrassment and you don’t even know how to respond. “My original thought was Mingyu, but I think Wonwoo’s black cat gamer tech boy thing might get you.”
”Hannie.”
“Oh it’s definitely Wonwoo,” he perks up at the fact he thinks he figures you out. There is no point in correcting him, and maybe it’s best if he just thinks you like one of your roommates.
“Enough about who I may or may not be crushing on.” Reaching out you grab your cup of coffee. “How is your girlfriend? Have you proposed yet?”
His smile instantly drops now that you have turned the tables on him. “You know, before her, I never wanted to get married, and don’t get me wrong—I want to marry her. I just don’t know if this is the right time.”
“When do you think the right time will be?”
“I think I’m just scared, but probably now,” His girlfriend has brought up getting married a bunch. Jeonghan was her first serious relationship after her college boyfriend cheated on her and she fell hard for your best friend.
“Hannie, I think you need to stop being scared. She’s literally perfect for you.”
“I like that you turned the tables on me. Instead of just talking about your crush you brought this up,” he shakes his head taking another drink of his coffee.
“I learned from the best.” He can’t help but smile at your response.
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Mingyu was away for a video shoot in Japan he was filming. This was your first time alone with Wonwoo since you confessed your feelings and shared your first kiss with each boy. You’ve fooled around quite a bit together. Each boy can’t seem to keep their hands off you and Wonwoo has his head between your legs any chance he gets. The man is very passionate about eating you out any chance he gets.
Mingyu was supposed to be arriving home any time soon. As Mingyu was leaving, he had asked Wonwoo to look after you. He called you “their girl”—the sweet nickname that left you wanting to giggle like a schoolgirl.
Wonwoo and you were curled up on the couch. You leaned into his side as the movie you were watching played on the tv in front of you. His strong hand rested on your thigh as he aimlessly drew circles onto the skin. His touch caught your attention. You glanced up at him as you were attempting to watch the movie. How were you supposed to focus on a movie when the man that was always capturing your attention was touching you?
His focus was on the tv in front of him, but he could feel you looking at him. He looked down at you with a smile playing across his lips.
“Yes, Princess?”
Your eyes narrowed, “you can’t just touch me and expect me to actually watch the movie playing.”
He bit his bottom lip and held back a smile.
“Did you want it to be more than an innocent touch?” he asks as his hand moved towards the inside of your thigh. Slowly, you nod. Over your leggings, he gropes your core with his large hand. You close your eyes as you take in the feeling.
A soft moan passes your lips. Without warning, he pulls his hand away from you. He doesn’t give you a chance to think before he moves you so you were facing each other. He reaches forward and connects his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. His fingers tangled in your hair pulls you closer to him as your lips danced together. His strong hands grab your soft hips, moving you so you were straddling his waist. His hands roam your back as your lips continue to move against each other. The way you were kissing, you would have sworn that you needed each other to breathe. The sound of the door opening caused you to pull apart. With wide eyes you both looked up to see Mingyu standing by the tv.
“I see you took care of our girl,” Mingyu smiled as he stared at the pair of you who look like you got caught doing something you shouldn’t.
“Hey Gyu,” Wonwoo awkwardly said as you crawled off of him, and moved back to your spot on the couch you had been sitting on.
“Why are you two acting like I just walked in on you cheating on me?” Mingyu was confused on why you were suddenly acting guilty.
You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know.” This was all new to you. It felt strange that Mingyu would be okay with you openly kissing his best friend.
“(Y/N), you’re allowed to kiss Wonwoo and do whatever you want with him. You don’t ever need to ask for my permission,” he smiled as he walked towards you and sat on the coffee table that was sat in front of the couch. He reached over and placed his hand under your chin and gently tilted your head up so you were looking into his warm eyes. “I could have walked in on you two fucking on the couch and I wouldn’t have cared. The ball is in your court at all times, Princess. Whatever you want from all this is what you get. If you want to be with both of us, you can. If you only want to be with only one of us, we both understand.”
Both Wonwoo and Mingyu wanted you to be happy, and they both had agreed that no matter what happened, your happiness was what mattered the most.
“I want both of you guys,” you whisper, still almost unsure that all of this was real. How could both of these men possibly be okay with openly sharing your affection?
“Then you have both of us Princess,” Wonwoo said from beside you.
“Did you want me to leave so you guys can go back to making out on the couch?” Mingyu asked with a soft laugh as he released your chin. “Things seemed to be heating up. Maybe Wonwoo could lay you down the couch and eat you out.” He earns a laugh from Wonwoo.
“No, did you want to cuddle and watch the movie with us?” You asked.
“I would love that.”
You moved back into Wonwoo’s side and Mingyu sat down on the couch next to you and rested his hand on your thigh.
“I missed you guys,” Mingyu smiled gently, massaging your thighs, earning a soft sigh from you.
“We missed you too,” Wonwoo said before leaning over and pressing his lips to the top of his favorite girl's head.
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Sitting in the kitchen you’re working on a project that is due soon. Mingyu is making breakfast and Wonwoo is on his phone intently reading something.
“I need you two not to judge me, but I need to ask something?”
Mingyu continues to whisk his pancake batter, “shoot.”
“I don’t exactly want to assume, but assuming we were to start having sex. How would that work with the three of us?”
“Didn’t Mingyu eat you out earlier this morning?” Wonwoo chimes in.
“I think she means fully having sex. I don’t think she means what we have been doing.” Mingyu responds.
“Well, we can do it however you want. You can have one on one sex with each of us. You can have all both of us in the room. Hell, you can have both of us at the same time,” Wonwoo’s final sentence earns a smirk from Mingyu.
The thought of a threesome before this all started never even crossed your mind. Yet now you can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to be with both of them at the same time.
“I’ve never done any kind of butt stuff.” You nervously say.
“Do you ever want to?” Something tells you Wonwoo is familiar with what you would need to do to enjoy anal.
“I’m intrigued by it. I would definitely want to try it out separately. I don’t think I’m prepared to try it while taking one of you at the same time.”
Mingyu barks out a laugh, “baby the first time you try anal it won’t be while I’m inside you.” You almost find it funny. It's assumed that Wonwoo is the first person you will try anal with. It probably has something to do with Mingyu’s size. You’ve given him head quite a few times and you can’t even fit half of him in your mouth. You’re quite familiar with Wonwoo’s cock now as well and he’s large but much more manageable.
“Do you think maybe I could have a solo first time with each of you?”
“Of course. Do you have a preference on who you would like first?” Wonwoo asked.
There is a nasty thought eating away at you that you’ll hurt one of their feelings if you pick one of them.
“I don’t want to hurt either of your feelings. I don't want you to think I have a favorite.”
Wonwoo sets his phone down, raising his eyebrow, “nobody thinks you have favorites.”
“If you want Wonwoo to be first I won’t be upset,” Mingyu says as he starts pouring the batter into the hot skillet.
“How about I make this easy for you. Joshua asked me to go to the gym this afternoon and meet up with Seungcheol. Why don’t you and Mingyu spend some quality time together. Maybe you can take your clothes off.”
Mingyu smiles as he focuses on making breakfast. Your cheeks burn a little at the thought of what is going to unfold when Wonwoo leaves. “That works for me.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Mingyu smiles.
Your first time with Mingyu was everything you imagined it would be. He was gentle and took his time to fully explore your body.
Laying on his bed in his room he used to sleep in, your legs are spread. He’s laying between them with his hard cock pressed against your core. He just finished eating you out until you cried. He decided now he needed to focus on other parts of your body. His lips are attached to your perk nipple. One hand groped the other as his lips were focused on your nipple. The way he’s using his mouth made you feel like you might cum just like this. Your eyes are closed and your fingers are tangled in his hair, holding him close to your chest. Ever so often he’ll grind his cock against your mound, giving you the friction you desperately crave.
“Mingyu- please-” you’re not even ashamed to beg for more.
Releasing your nipple with a pop, some of his saliva is attached to your puffy nipple. “Yes princess?”
“Please just I need you inside of me.”
Pulling his body up onto his knees. “Do I need to use a condom?”
“Um, we didn't discuss that with Wonwoo.” You feel stupid this is definitely something the three of you should have discussed.
“Are you on birth control?” Silently you nod. “Did you want to go bare?” You’ve never done it before and the thought of Mingyu’s huge dick being inside of you bare is almost enough in itself to make you cum. “I want our first time to be completely bare, but we need to ask Wonwoo if he’s okay with that as well.”
“Do you have to call Wonwoo?”
A heavy sigh passes his lips as he crawls off the bed. He walks over to the dresser where he left his phone. You take this time to admire his beautiful naked body that’s on display. Opening his phone he goes into his favorites and hits Wonwoo’s contact. He presses the speaker and sets his phone on the bed next to you where you’re laying in the same position. It rings all of four times before Wonwoo answers.
“Gyu what’s up?”
“Please tell me I’m not on speaker?” Mingyu asked, crawling back onto the bed.
“No, what's up?”
“Can you take this call in a private place? The boys don’t need to hear any of this conversation.” Mingyu sits on his knees in between your spread legs.
“Is everything okay with (Y/N)?” You can hear the background noise on Wonwoo’s side getting quieter and quieter.
“I’m okay,” you finally speak up.
“Hi baby,” Wonwoo responds.
“Hi Wonu.”
“What’s going on that I have to make sure the boys can’t hear?”
A smile forms on Mingyu’s lips as he rubs your knee, “well, me and princess were about ready to fuck and we realized that we never discussed what the rule is with condoms.”
“Mingyu, it's more of her call on if she wants us to wear them.” Wonwoo responded immediately.
“Shouldn’t you both agree on if we decide to go bare?” You speak up.
“Baby I would prefer we don’t use them, but that’s if you’re on birth control and Mingyu is also okay with it.”
“She on birth control and fuck, I desperately want to feel her raw.”
“So, no condoms?” You ask.
“We don’t have to use them. I’m clean. I got tested the month after you moved in and I haven’t been with anyone since.” Wonwoo says.
“I’m also clean.” Mingyu chimes in.
“Same here. I haven’t had sex in like four years.” You still feel a little embarrassed admitting that.
“Have fun you two,” You can picture him smiling on the other end. “Princess, when I get home, how about I steal you away for a while?”
“Okay.”
“Bye guys.”
“Bye Wonwoo,” You both say.
Mingyu ends the call and tosses his phone away from you. “Princess, where were we?” He gets back into the same position hovering over you. He reaches between you taking his length in his hand. “It might hurt a little. If it’s too much just tell me.”
Leaning up, you press your lips to his for a gentle kiss. “I’m ready.”
It wasn’t a lie. The feeling of him stretching you out did hurt. A gasp passes your lips as you attempt to adjust to the feeling of him. Leaning down, his nose rests against yours.
A soft whimper passes your lips.
“Baby I’m sorry.” He sounds distraught.
“Please just go slow.”
He treats you like you’re made of glass. His thrust is slow but deep. Connecting his lips to yours, he helps take your mind away from the aching feeling below. With each thrust the painful feeling starts to disappear.
“You feel so good,” he moans against your lips.
Your hands crawl across his back, wanting to desperately touch every part of him.
The coil in your stomach tightens as you get closer and closer to finding your release. Every muscle feels as if it’s tightening when your high washes over you. Your walls contract, pulling on his large length.
His own high has him moaning against your lips. He fills you with thick white ropes of his release. Dropping down to his elbows, he lays some of his weight on your soft body. Your fingers run through his hair, enjoying the feeling of him being so close. “I love you,” he softly whispers against the delicate skin on your chest. Almost as if he doesn’t want you to hear.
“I love you too,” you whisper back. This is the first time these words have been exchanged, but you truly love them both.
After a little while, Mingyu removed himself from you and cleaned up his release before crawling into bed with you. An afternoon nap felt like the perfect post sex aftercare.
Slowly your eyes opened up at the feeling of the bed moving. The room was dim, letting you know the sun was setting. Silently you watched as Mingyu was trying his hardest to be quiet.
“Where are you going?” Your voice is soft.
Looking back at you he steps closer to the bed. Leaning down he kisses your lips gently. “I just got a text asking to check some emails and seeing if I could help Vernon with some editing for a shoot he did.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Baby don’t worry I’m not leaving you alone. Wonwoo just got home and is in the bathroom.”
“Oh.”
A smile pulls on his lips, “I think he’s showering and you joining him might be the perfect surprise. He’s using his old bathroom with the walk-in shower.” The bathroom connected to the main room you all sleep in is a pretty big shower bath combo.
Another quick kiss is pressed to your lips before he leaves you alone in bed.
Slowly crawling out of bed you are debating on getting dressed. Deciding to be brave you walk down the small hallway to the bathroom naked.
Opening the bathroom door as silently as possible, you step inside. The sight of Wonwoo’s very naked body through the glass is practically mouth watering.
The door clicking shut catches his attention. He looks at you smiling.
“Are you going to join me?” He speaks a little louder to hear him over the water.
Stepping into the shower, he wasted no time pulling you close to him. Pressing his lips to yours for a heated kiss.
“Did Gyu take care of you?”
Your nose rests against his as you say, “yes he did. Are you going to take care of me now?”
“Let me wash your hair.”
Stepping under the warm water Wonwoo takes his time massaging your favorite strawberry shampoo into your scalp. Reaching back, your hand runs across his wet skin.
“Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Maybe?” You smile.
“Baby let me wash your hair and take care of you, and then I will take my time exploring your beautiful body fully.”
He keeps his word. He washes your hair and then takes his time washing your body with your favorite body wash. Once out of the shower he wraps a towel around you before he blow dries your hair.
With lust filled eyes you watch as he dries his own body. Holding his hand out he takes your towel from you leaving you both fully naked.
Stepping into the hallway, you get one step away from him before he wraps his around you pulling you back against him. His hard cock pressing against your lower back. He helps you walk towards the living room holding you close.
You don’t even make it your bedroom. He takes you down to the living room floor. Luckily on top of the soft rug Mingyu made a big deal about buying.
“Baby our first time should be on our comfy bed,” he sighs as you kiss his neck.
“Wonwoo, I want you. You’re the one who dragged me down here.” You say with a soft laugh.
Pulling away from you he stands up. Holding his hand out he helps you stand up. “You can have me. But let me take care of you in bed.” Pulling away from you, he stands up. Holding his hand out, he helps you stand.
Walking into your shared room you crawl on to your unmade bed. Wonwoo joins you, taking his time to kiss his way across your body while he takes his time fingering you. Pulling his finger from your core he smiles at the sight of some of Mingyu’s cum.
“I see Mingyu took advantage of not wearing a condom.” You feel instantly red with embarrassment. Your attempts to close your legs are instantly stopped by him. “Baby, don’t be embarrassed. I like it,” He chuckles. He holds his fingers close to you. Deciding to be brave, you wrap your lips around his finger, taking Mingyu’s release into your mouth. “I see you like it too.”
He takes his time kissing everywhere his mouth can reach. His lips focused on pebbles nipples as his fingers start pumping in and out of you. For your first orgasm, you fall apart moaning his name.
“Baby lay on your side.”
He comes up behind you, rubbing his cock through your folds, gathering your release. He takes your leg, helping you rest your foot on his leg to give him more access to your core.
The hand under your body massages your heavy breast. Ever so slowly he pushes his length into you. He’s definitely larger then the average man, but not as big as Mingyu. The stretch feels absolutely intoxicating.
His hips move into you at a slow but deep pace. The echoing sounds of his low groans, and your moans fill the room.
“Baby can you play with your clit?” He moans in your ear.
Your hand immediately goes to your puffy clit,making quick circles on your sensitive nub. The orgasm that hits you feels like a white wave. Everything feels fuzzy. His thrust pick up, chasing his own release as your walls contract.
His hand grips your hip, pulling you back on him. Tilting your head back he crashes his lips into yours. You moan into his mouth as he kisses you like he needs you to breathe.
He doesn’t pull out, he just holds your body close. Your heart is telling you to say those three words you told Mingyu. Without thinking you say, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I love both of you.”
You don’t have to look back to know he’s smiling. “Did Gyu say he loved you?”
“He whispered it to me.”
“He's been holding back saying that for a month.” He presses his lips to your shoulder. “I need to clean you up but right now I just want to stay inside you.”
“We can stay like this.”
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Seungcheol decided to throw a little get-together at his place. Wonwoo drove the two of you and Mingyu was coming later.
Wonwoo was in the kitchen talking to Joshua and Seungcheol while you were sitting on the small balcony with Jeonghan drinking a glass of wine.
“Where is your girlfriend?” You asked him.
“She had to work a late shift at the bar.” Jeonghan’s girlfriend works as a bartender at the bar you all frequently meet at downtown.
“I feel like I haven’t seen her in forever. Tell her we should have another wine night.”
Jeonghan smiles before taking a drink of his beer, “I will definitely let her know.”
The sound of laughter through the sliding glass door catches your attention. Looking back you see Wonwoo and Seungcheol laughing about something.
“So did you figure out your crush on Wonwoo?”
“You could say that,” you hadn’t actually told anything about what was going on with the boys. “I’ve kinda started something with him.”
“I think Wonwoo would be good for you.” Jeonghan truly only wants what’s best for you.
The sound of the sliding glass door opening catches your attention. Mingyu is standing over you, smiling.
“Hey Hannie,” he waves to your best friend. “Hi baby,” he leans down pressing his lips to yours for a quick kiss. “Did you need anything to drink?”
“No, I'm good. Thank you though.” You say, holding up your glass of wine.
“I’m gonna chat with the boys inside.”
Jeonghan’s eyes are about bulging out of his head as Mingyu leaves the porch. “Does Wonwoo know you’re kissing Mingyu?”
A heavy sigh passes your lips. Leaning further back into your seat, “yes Wonwoo knows, and before you ask, Mingyu knows about Wonwoo.”
“Are you trying a poly situation?”
“Yeah I guess you could call it that. It started out innocent. We originally used to just cuddle because I can’t sleep and Mingyu gets nightmares.”
A smile forms on Jeonghan’s face, “is it no longer innocent?”
“Hannie,” instantly you roll your eyes.
“Are you fucking both of them now?” He sounds so excited asking you this.
“Yes.”
“Are you having threesomes?”
“Yoon Jeonghan, I’m giving you no details about my sex life.”
The sliding glass door opens and Wonwoo peaks his head out, “come inside, the pizza here is here.”
Standing up you walk inside and Wonwoo instantly pulls you into his chest. He presses his lips to yours for a soft kiss. “The boys know about us and Mingyu.”
“Hannie knows too.”
“That’s good. We have nothing to hide,” he presses his lips to yours for another kiss.
“Baby do you want pizza?” Mingyu asked over at the counter.
“Yes, please.”
Wonwoo stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. Leaning back against him you instantly relax.
The night with your friends is nice. It’s rare that everyone gets a chance to hang out. Mingyu takes your hand, leading you out of Seungcheol house. He’s been yawning nonstop for the last hour.
Walking into the apartment, Mingyu heads off to take a shower while Wonwoo heads off to the kitchen. You join Wonwoo in the kitchen. He making a cup of tea.
“Princess, would you like a cup?”
“Yes please.”
“Mingyu seems extra tired tonight,” Wonwoo sighs.
“I think he needs to get some sleep. I think his shoot today was draining.”
After drinking your cup of tea you find Mingyu already curled up in bed and sound asleep. It’s not long before you fall asleep curled up between the boys.
Waking up in the middle of the night the first thing you notice is the room is empty. You’re confused on where both the boys went. Slowly getting up, you walk into the living room and find Wonwoo and Mingyu on the couch together. Mingyu is lying on the couch with his head resting in Wonwoo's lap. Wonwoo is gently brushing his fingers through Mingyu’s dark curls. Mingyu is clearly sleeping fully relaxed resting on Wonwoo.
“Is everything okay?” You whisper walking towards him.
“Gyu had a bad nightmare and I just got him to calm down.” Before you started living with them Mingyu told you that Wonwoo would take care of him after having nightmares. It’s very sweet seeing Mingyu curled up against Wonwoo relaxing.
“Sorry if we woke you up,” Wonwoo says just above a whisper.
“You’re fine. How bad was his nightmare?”
“He woke up crying for the first time in a while. Back in college, they were like this constantly. It got so bad that I had to put a mattress on the floor by his bed. Eventually I would just lay in bed holding his hand while he slept.”
“You both have a special connection.” You aren’t sure if they ever shared a romantic connection before you came around, but it’s clear they both love and deeply care for each other.
“Gyu is my best friend and I would do anything to make him feel better.” Wonwoo continues running his fingers through Mingyu’s hair.
“Do you think we should get him to go back to bed? This can’t be comfortable for you to sleep.” You ask.
Gently Wonwoo rubs Mingyu’s arm. “Gyu, let’s go to bed. Our baby wants to cuddle with you.”
Mingyu’s eyes slowly open. “Can I lay in the middle please?” He sounds as if he’s barely awake.
“Of course.”
Laying in bed Mingyu stares at the ceiling. His breathing is uneven. “Gyu, what’s wrong?” Wonwoo asked, lying on his side facing Mingyu.
“Can you hold me Wonwoo?” A gentle smile tugs at your lips. You love seeing how much they mean to each other.
“Of course. Did you wanna hold princess while I hold you?”
“Yeah.”
Mingyu moves to his side so he’s facing you. Wonwoo curls up behind Mingyu, spooning him. Mingyu let out a soft hum as Wonwoo gently rested his hand on his stomach.
Curling up in front of Mingyu he holds you close. “This is nice,” Mingyu whispers.
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Both of your boys were away for the weekend. They both decided to go home to see their families together and you couldn’t help but get lost in your own thoughts as you laid in your bed alone for the first time in forever. You were starting to doubt yourself, you didn’t understand why two men would want to be with you. Let alone two men who looked like them. Glancing over at the clock you saw the time read two in the morning. You weren’t even close to tired anymore.
Lifting the covers, you crawled out of bed and walked off towards your bathroom starting the warm water. You slowly stripped off your clothes and stepped into the water. The warm water engulfed your body, you couldn’t help it as tears started to slide down your cheeks. You were over thinking everything and you knew it. You had a really rough day at work. It was a rare day when you had to go into the office and just anything that could go wrong did go wrong. Your shitty day at work probably wasn’t helping at all. Another thing was you were supposed to start your period any day and that always made you emotional. You ran your hands across your tear stained face and washed away your tears.
You stayed in the shower for what felt like forever before you finally got out. You shut the water off and wrapped a towel around you. As you turned around, you heard the bathroom door open and turned to find Mingyu walking inside looking exhausted.
Suddenly you felt embarrassed by the fact that Mingyu walked into the bathroom to find you crying in the middle of the night.
His soft eyes roamed your face attempting to figure out what was wrong with you. “Baby, what's wrong?” he stepped towards you and wrapped his arms around your basically naked body, pulling you into his chest.
“I just had a rough day, and started over thinking about everything,” you sighed as the tears continued to slide down her cheeks. You felt stupid that you let little things get you down, but you couldn’t help it.
His strong hand gently rubbed your back as he pressed his lips to the top of your head. You closed your eyes and held on to him. You knew you didn’t need to be crying, but you couldn’t help it.
“Where’s Wonwoo?” You murmured, still holding on to him.
He pulled away from you and gave you a small smile, “he’s exhausted. The second we got back, he stripped down to his boxers and got into bed.”
“Oh, okay,” you whispered.
“Baby, what aren’t you telling me?” he had both his hands on your arms, staring at you to figure out what was going on in your head.
“Why do you guys want to be with me? I’m literally nothing special,” you sighed. “Half the time I feel like I’m an emotional wreck.”
He moved his strong hand and gently rested it under your chin and tilted your head up so you were looking at him, “you are so beautiful inside and out. I can’t imagine my life without you, and I’m pretty sure Wonwoo feels the same way.”
“I don’t feel like I’m worthy of the feelings you guys have for me,” you sighed.
“Don’t ever say that,” he leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to your tear stained cheek. “Stop doubting yourself.”
“Why do you put some pajamas on and we’ll crawl into bed with Wonwoo?” He gave you a simple smile. “or if you want you can just take that towel off and crawl into bed,” he smirked slightly.
“I’ll get dressed for bed,” you reached over and picked up your oversized shirt that was on the sink next to where you were standing. Mingyu watched you as you slowly got dressed for bed. He wasted no time lacing his fingers with yours and led you towards your bed. As you got close to the bed you found Wonwoo sound asleep on the far end of the bed. You crawled onto the bed and moved over closer to Wonwoo. His eyes slowly opened and saw you giving him a sad smile.
“Princess, what’s wrong?” he asked, sitting up noticing something was wrong. He looked over at Mingyu who had a concerned look on his face. “Mingyu what's going on?”
“Our girl had a rough day and needs some love.”
Wonwoo didn’t bother responding, he leaned forward and gently connected his lips to yours. His hand rested on your cheek as he stared at you for a moment.
“Why do you guys like me so much?” you whispered.
“I can list a million reasons if you want me to,” he leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours. His hand was resting on your cheek.
Mingyu moved onto the bed and rubbed your back gently before pressing his lips gently to your shirt-covered shoulder.
“Why don’t we all get some sleep princess?” he whispered.
“I think Mingyu has a good idea,” Wonwoo whispered.
Wonwoo laid back down and you curled up against him and he pressed his lips to the top of your head. Mingyu curled up behind you and whispered, “baby we love you so much.”
“Mingyu is right, we love you,” Wonwoo chimed in.
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Wonwoo gripped your hips as his own hips thrust into you over and over again. You couldn’t help but moan his name over and over again. Your hands moved to grip the sheets next to your hips. Mingyu had gone to workout, leaving you and Wonwoo alone for a little while, and it didn’t take long before Wonwoo had you naked and on your back.
He sat back on his haunches as his hips thrust into yours over and over again. Your back arched as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.
“Wonwoo,” your high pitched moan echoed off the walls.
“Babygirl, let go,” he rasped as he leaned forward. He pressed his lips to your soft stomach as he rolled his hips against yours. You wanted every piece of the man thrusting into you. Everything about him was absolutely intoxicating to you. His skin glistened with sweat as he looked down at you like you were his world.
It only took a few more thrust before he pushed you over the edge. Your walls pulled him in, and he thrust a few more times before he hit his own high. He laid down on the bed next to you and stared at the ceiling as he panted. He looked over at you to see you with a huge smile on your face. If you looked up word bliss in the dictionary, this moment would be found.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked, reaching over and lacing his fingers with yours.
Silently you nod as you look over at him.
“I hate that I have to leave for a business trip soon. I wish I could just stay here with you and Mingyu.” You hate when the boys have to travel for work, but you never tell them. You always tell them they’ll be back before they know it. “I’m going to miss you baby.”
“I always miss you.”
Leaning over he presses his lips to your. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He pulls away smiling at you.
“Man, Mingyu missed out by going and working out,” he laughed softly.
Before you could respond the door to your room opened and Mingyu walked inside to see you and Wonwoo naked lying in bed. Mingyu pushed his eyebrows together and smiled at the sight in front of him.
“I see I missed the fun,” he walked over and sat down on the bed.
“I got my own workout in,” Wonwoo teased.
“I guess I should stop going to the gym,” Mingyu jokes.”I’m sure Seungcheol would understand if I told him I got a new work plan going. I could tell him all about my new personal trainer who can’t keep her clothes on.” Wonwoo chuckles softly at Mingyu's statement.
“Well if you’re not too tired I’m sure (Y/N) would let you get another workout in,” Wonwoo lifted your hand up and pressed a light kiss to the top of delicate skin on top.
You bit your lip and smiled. You couldn’t believe you were so lucky that two beautiful men seemed to be absolutely in love with you and both wanted to sleep with you.
“Princess, could you go for another round?” Mingyu asked, looking at you.
“I guess,” you joke. Even if you were absolutely exhausted you couldn’t turn down the chance to be with Mingyu. Sex with him is always intense and he like for you to be a pillow princess so he can worship you.
“I’ll give you guys some alone time. I’m in need of a shower,” Wonwoo released your hand and got out of bed.
Mingyu pulled off his shirt and watched as you sat up and leaned against the headboard. Wonwoo walked over and patted Mingyu on the back before heading off to the bathroom. Mingyu reached down and pushed off his sweatpants and his boxers. Hungry eyes traveled up and down his toned body. The sight of his naked body was absolutely mouthwatering. Crawling onto the bed he watched as you laid back down and smiled at him. He moved so he was hovering over you and connected his lips to yours for a passionate kiss.
“I need to stop leaving you and Wonwoo alone,” he rasped with his lips brushing against yours.
“At least he is also giving you alone time with me,” you reached up and rested your hand on his cheek.
“Remind me to thank him for that,” he smiled before pressing his lips to yours again.
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As the clock struck four am Wonwoo pulled himself away from your sleeping form that was curled up next to him. He was attempting to not wake you up, but you were a light sleeper and the second he moved your eyes opened.
“Is it time for you to leave?” You whispered, attempting to not wake Mingyu who was sound asleep next to you. He has a very early flight to catch. He hates that he’s been going on business trips more often recently.
“Yeah baby, my flight is super early. I’ll be back in three days,” he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours for a kiss goodbye. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Please come back safe,” you said as you watched him walk out of your bedroom.
You rolled over and curled up next to Mingyu who hadn’t even woken up. Since you’ve been constantly sharing a bed, Mingyu’s nightmares barely seem to happen now.
Closing your eyes you only got a little more sleep before you woke up again. Laying in bed you curled up close to Mingyu. He had his arm wrapped around you holding your close. You had a big day ahead of you today. While Wonwoo was away and your mother was coming into town. The three of you had talked it out and agreed that you would say you were only dating Mingyu for the time being. You still couldn’t help but be nervous. You hadn’t ever had many of your past partners meet your mother.
Your head was resting on his strong chest as you attempted to go to sleep.
“Baby, are you awake?” he asked as his strong hand gently rubbed your side.
“I can’t sleep,” You whispered.
“Do you maybe wanna take a bubble bath?” he asked, knowing that was one of your favorite ways to relax.
“Mingyu it’s five in the morning,” you glanced over at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
“So,” he didn’t see a problem in you taking a bubble bath.
“Alright let’s take a bubble bath,” you said softly.
Pulling away from Mingyu’s body you slowly got out of bed and followed Mingyu off to the bathroom. Mingyu walked over to the bathtub and started feeling it up with warm water. You reached under the sink and pulled out one of your favorite bath bombs and dropped it into the warm water.
As the water started to rise Mingyu stripped away his boxers and stepped into the warm water. You removed your undies and oversized shirt and stepped in the tub in front of him. You leaned against his bare body and instantly relaxed against his touch. His strong hand rested on your thigh and aimlessly drew circles on your skin.
It was moments like this you were happy that you had Mingyu in your life. He always knew the best ways to calm you down.
“I miss Wonwoo,” you whispered. When this all first started you worried about stating your feelings for the other man, but they both constantly informed you they weren’t competing for your love. You were allowed to love both of them equally.
“I miss Wonwoo too, baby.” Wonwoo was truly Mingyu's other half. They shared a bond like you have never seen before. You feel as if they’re soulmates and we’re always supposed to be in each other's lives.
Leaning your head back you rested your head against Mingyu’s shoulder. You were exhausted but so nervous about tomorrow you couldn't sleep.
You knew you don’t need to be nervous. You weren’t telling your mother that you were involved with both Wonwoo and Mingyu, you were only telling her about Mingyu.
“If Wonwoo was here would all of us fit in this tub?” His words caused you to smile.
“I guess it would have been a relaxing night time shower then,” you lightly laughed.
He pressed his lips to the side of your neck for a gentle kiss and you couldn’t help but smile. His touch was so relaxing to you.
“Are you worried your mom isn’t going to like me?” Mingyu couldn’t lie, he was nervous your mother wasn’t going to like him. When they agreed that you would tell your family you were only dating one of them,he had originally thought Wonwoo would be the one saying he was the boyfriend. Everyone always seemed to be drawn to Wonwoo, he was charming and people loved him. Wonwoo and you both agreed that it should be Mingyu though for some reason.
“I know my mom is gonna love you. I just don’t like the idea of not telling her about Wonwoo, but she wouldn’t understand,” you reached down and laced your fingers with Mingyu’s hand that was under the water.
“Maybe after we have been together for a while, we can tell her about Wonwoo,” he said, knowing eventually you would need to tell your family about Wonwoo. Neither of you wanted to hide Wonwoo. He wasn’t a dirty little secret or anything like that. You love him just as much as you love Mingyu.
“Yeah I like that idea,” you said with a smile.
You sat in the warm bath for probably half an hour, talking about little things. When you got out you were barely awake. Mingyu helped dry you off then he took your handed leading you to bed, curled up under the covers soon you both quickly fell asleep.
When your mother met Mingyu she couldn’t help but be charmed by the man with curly hair and golden skin. When she first arrived, Mingyu was so nervous he didn’t even know what to say. It didn’t take long before you and your mother were laughing at one of his stories from his childhood. Your mother seemed to love Mingyu and when you walked her out to her car she kissed Mingyu on the cheek and told him to take care of her daughter.
You sat in the kitchen waiting for Wonwoo to come home. His business trip was over and he was supposed to be walking through that door at any moment. You missed him dearly and couldn’t wait for him to come home. Mingyu was off taking a shower, he had asked you to join him, but you told him you didn’t want to be in the shower when Wonwoo walked through the door.
It was pretty early in the morning and you let out a yawn. You walked over to the coffee pot and started to make some coffee for you and the boys. As you turned the coffee pot on you heard the front door open. Turning around you found Wonwoo walking in, limping. Your eyes went wide and suddenly you panicked,rushing over to Wonwoo who seemed to be moving slower than normal. He dropped his duffle bag and wrapped his arms around you as you buried your face in his chest. Leaning down he pressed his lips to the top of your head.
“Wonwoo are you alright?” You asked, worried about him.
“Yeah babygirl I’m fine. I’m just a little sore, I definitely overworked myself when I was working out last night at the hotel with Joshua.”
“You had me really worried for a moment,” you sighed.
“I’m fine you don’t have to worry about me,” he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours for a soft kiss. “How did Mingyu meeting your mother go?”
“It went great, my mom loved him,” you couldn’t help but smile thinking about how great things went with your mom. “Maybe after we’ve been together a while longer we can introduce you to her as well.”
Leaning up once again you pressed your lips to his. Wrapping your arms around him, you deepen the kiss. You had missed Wonwoo so much. You grabbed his hand and led him off to your that has now become the shared bedroom for all of you.
You walked him over to your bed and reached down for the bottom of your shirt and pulled it off. Wonwoo had truly missed you, but he didn’t expect this greeting when he arrived home. He reached to pull off his own shirt and groaned at the soreness.
“Wonwoo, are you okay?” You asked worried about how hurt he actually was.
“Yeah baby, I’m fine,” he pulled his shirt off the rest of the way and worked on getting his shoes off. “Me and Joshua did a boxing match at the hotel gym I forgot that Shua is stronger than he looks.”
You took this as your chance to remove your pale blue pajama bottoms. He pushed his sweat pants down and boxers and he stood there naked in front of you. Taking his glasses off, he sits them on the dresser. You reached up and softly connected your lips to his for a gentle kiss. You missed him so much, you hated when you had to spend time apart.
Lancing your fingers with his you led him towards the bed. Wonwoo laid down on your unmade bed and you reached over and pumped his hardened length a few times. You had desperately missed the feeling of his skin. Slowly you crawled into the bed, and lined his erection up with your entrance. There is no time for foreplay. You’ve missed him too much. After the first few thrusts, you’ll adjust to his size. You slowly sank down on his length.
You gasped as you bottomed out on his length and Wonwoo let out a breathy moan. He had missed you so much and he loved you so much he couldn’t get enough of you. Slowly you moved yourself against him.
Mingyu walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you on top of Wonwoo. Both Wonwoo and you looked over at Mingyu and gave him a small smile. You continued to ride Wonwoo as Mingyu acted like nothing was going on and worked on grabbing some boxers out of the dresser. It didn’t take long before Wonwoo and you both hit your highs. Wonwoo paints your walls white as he grips your hips.
Crawling off him, you laid down next to him. Mingyu leaned against the wall and smiled at the two of you who were both trying to catch your breath. Mingyu walks into the bathroom and comes back holding a washcloth. Tapping your thigh he signals for you to open your legs. Ever so gently he cleans up his best friend's release that is already dropping out of you.
“Thank you,” Wonwoo sighs.
“Wonwoo what’s up with the bruise?” Mingyu asked, noticing Wonwoo’s bruised skin.
“Me and Shau did a practice boxing match at the hotel gym last night.”
Mingyu let out a soft laugh, “she’s the best kind of medicine.” He walked over and crawled into bed next to you and curled up next to you.
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“You know, when I pictured going on a double date with you and your future boyfriend I never imagined it would be with my dorky gamer friend,” Jeonghan teases sitting across from the table. Wonwoo lets out a laugh as his hand rest on your thighs.
“Hannie,” his girlfriend says, slapping his arm.
“Where is your guy’s other boyfriend?” It’s not unusual for Jeonghan to refer to Mingyu as both of your boyfriends. Wonwoo never corrects anyone. Neither does Mingyu when people call Wonwoo his. That might be because they're in a relationship together as much as they are with you. They’ve never done anything really romantic except cuddle and hold hands from what you know. But even if they had it wouldn’t change anything. You would fully embrace it if they wanted to be intimate together.
“He’s in Japan for a video shoot,” Wonwoo says.
“What have you two been up to?” You're attempting to change the subject of your relationship.
“So we asked you guys if you wanted to meet up because I’m moving,” Jeonghan’s girlfriend statement catches you off guard.
“Are you moving too Jeonghan?”
“No, she is moving to England.”
The table is suddenly silent as you process what you’re being told. They’ve been together for a really long time. It’s insane that now they would do long distance.
“Are you going to do long distance?” Wonwoo asked exactly what you were thinking.
“No, we actually broke up two weeks ago. I’m going to stay with Jeonghan for another week before I move.”
Looking up at your best friend you can see the sadness in his eyes. He’s no longer smiling as he stares at the table.
“Hannie, are you okay?” You wish you didn’t find out right now. You wish he would have told you sooner so you could be there for him.
“I’ll be okay.”
The whole dinner felt like a blur. You all made small talk and you couldn’t help but focus on Jeonghan who seemed like he was trying to be happy.
Standing in the parking lot you say goodbye to Lana before she walks off to Jeonghan’s car. Wonwoo gives you a kiss before he says he’ll meet you in the car. He knows you need a moment with your best friend.
Jeonghan puts his hands in his pocket and sighs.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I don’t know. We haven’t told anyone. I wasn’t really sure how to process this. Hell, I was just getting ready to buy her a ring.”
Stepping forward you pull him into a hug. He’s stiff for a moment before he relaxes resting his cheek on top of your head. “I’ll be okay. Once she moves I’ll be able to fully process this.”
“If you need anything you can call me, any time of the day or night.”
He pulls away from you and smiles. “I’ll be okay. How about once she’s gone we can get dinner and ice cream.”
“Ice cream to heal your heart?”
“Yes, to heal my heart.”
“Please call me,” you step back.
“I will. Now go spend time with your gamer boyfriend. Something tells me he’s looking forward to one on one time.”
Walking over to Wonwoo’s car you can’t help but feel sad for your best friend. Sliding into the passenger seat, Wonwoo watches you.
“I had no clue they broke up. I had been pushing him to take the next step with her.”
“I know he’s sad, but Jeonghan is a good guy and he’ll find the perfect person for him.” He rests his large hand on your thigh before giving it a squeeze. “How about we go back to our place and cuddle on the couch and watch a movie?”
Walking into the house Wonwoo and you head off to the master bedroom. You both decided to get dressed for bed. Wonwoo puts on a pair of lounge pants that sit low on his hips and you opt to only wear a baggy shirt and a pair of panties.
Curled up on the couch you just want to be close to Wonwoo. His arm is wrapped around you. His large hand rests on your soft stomach.
You can barely focus on the movie. You’re only focused on his hand that has started gently kneading the flesh on your stomach.
“Wonwoo?”
“Yeah baby?”
“Thank you for loving me.”
“You were so incredibly easy to fall in love with.”
Gently he presses his lips to your shoulder.
“You were the missing piece in both me and Mingyu’s life.”
There is a long moment of silence. “You two truly made me so comfortable in my own skin again.”
“Baby you’re beautiful inside and out.” His hand that is resting on your stomach gently squeezes your flesh.
“I feel so much more confident in myself.” This didn’t happen overnight and being with the boys didn’t suddenly give you confidence. It took baby steps to get here but you finally feel so comfortable and happy in your own skin. For the first time in your life, you truly feel sexy.
You also finally feel happy and there isn’t a sadness lingering over you. That’s because of a healthy and loving relationship and the help of therapy along the way.
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You, and the boys glided through the crowded party. Your hand was holding Mingyu’s strong hand tightly. He led you away from the party to his old room at Seungcheol’s house. At one point in time both your boys lived with Seungcheol here. Wonwoo followed right behind. You snuck off upstairs away from the crowd as everyone was ringing in the new year. The moment the door was opened he pressed you against the wall and moved his lips down your neck. Wonwoo slowly walked in behind you. Mingyu seemed to be way more eager than Wonwoo was. Wonwoo walked over and sat down on the bed and watched as Mingyu’s hungry lips moved down the base of your neck as his hands worked on getting your dress off. Mingyu groaned at the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra. He removed your dress leaving you only in undies and your black high heels, your soft body on full display. He stepped away and worked on getting his own clothes off.
You looked over Mingyu’s shoulder to find Wonwoo sitting on the bed watching with a smile on his face. He seemed amused by what was playing out in front of him. Wonwoo tended to watch and direct you both from the sidelines before taking his turn or joining in.
You reached down and removed your heels and undies as Mingyu stripped off the rest of his clothing. The second he was naked he gave himself a few strokes, he connected his lips to yours and dipped his fingers into your core to give you some foreplay as his lips moved against yours in a hungry kiss. You moaned into the kiss at the feeling of his fingers circling your sensitive nub. You pulled your lips away from his and moaned his name loudly. He took this as his cue and lifted your soft body up like you weighed nothing. He thrust into you in one quick motion. Your hands gripped his back as he pressed you against the wall as he slid into you over and over again. The angle he was hit with each thrust had you seeing stars.
You couldn’t help but moan with every thrust. You held on to him tightly as he worked at a quick pace. Looking over at the bed you found Wonwoo biting his bottom lip as he palmed himself through his dress pants.
Mingyu’s lips moved to the side of your neck where he left a trail of wet kisses. He groaned against your skin as he was getting close to his high. It only took two more thrust before he pushed you over the edge. You rode out your high as he thrust a few more times before finishing inside you.
“Wonwoo,” you whispered as Mingyu sat you back down on your feet. Pushing your legs together you feel his cum start to slowly drip out if you. He stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt. He could tell by your tone what you wanted. With your legs slightly wobbly you walked over to Wonwoo who was standing next to the bed removing his dress shirt. You stood in front of him for a second before you leaned up and pressed your lips to his.
Mingyu walked over and sat down on the chair by the window still coming down from his own high. Despite how much he wanted to get in on the action, he wanted to give you and Wonwoo some time to yourselves. There were times that you would have sex all together, but they also liked to give each other their alone time with you.
You reached between Wonwoo and you and undid his belt and buttons on his pants. He was the only one in the room still wearing clothes. It didn’t take long before Wonwoo’s clothes were on the floor and he moved to the bed.
Your soft body was sitting on his hips as he lay underneath you. Your hands rested on his chest and you moved your body slowly up and down his length. Mingyu sat silently on the chair for a little while, before he got up and moved over to the bed. He leaned over and started placing wet kisses across your shoulder as you rode Wonwoo like your life depended on it. You tilted your head back and moaned.
“Gyu play with her clit,” Wonwoo was good at giving Mingyu directions in bed. Mingyu will always fully listen to whatever his best friend asks him to do.
Mingyu pressed himself against you rubbing his already hardening length against your ass as his hand dipped between your folds. Rubbing your clit as Wonwoo raises his hips to meet you. Mingyu can’t take his lips off the side of your neck.
“Fuck-“ you brain feels like it’s filled with static. With zero coherent thoughts.
“I think we need a new position. Princess is short circuiting,” Wonwoo teases below you.
“What position do you want?” Mingyu asked, still toying with your sensitive clit.
“We don’t have lube so I don’t think she can take me in her ass right now without it and she definitely can’t take you.” He’s not wrong, both of your boyfriends are big, but Mingyu is absolutely huge. Wonwoo dick is the perfect size for you, and sometimes it takes a little extra work to make it comfortable for you to be able to take Mingyu. When it comes to anal, most the time Wonwoo is the only one allowed to fuck your ass. You’ve taken Mingyu a few times but it stresses him out and you're definitely in pain the next day. Even though the man is obsessed with your ass. He knows when it comes to anal that Wonwoo is the best option.
“Baby how do you feel about sucking off Mingyu while I take you from behind?”
“Please.”
Wonwoo helps you get on your hands and knees. His hands massage the flesh of your ass as he runs his length through your folds.
Taking Mingyu large cock in your hand you start working your hand up and down his length.
“Baby spit on it,” Wonwoo moans.
Opening your mouth you spit onto his length just like Wonwoo asked.
Wonwoo pushes into your quickly earning a moan. One hand rests on Mingyu thigh helping to support yourself while you lean down to take him hard cock in your mouth. With his size you can’t fully take him but he’s okay with that. His hand is holding your hair back from your face as you bob your head, taking him past your gag reflex. Wonwoo’s hands are gripping your hips as he snaps his hips into yours over and over again.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Wonwoo groans.
“Baby-” Mingyu whimpers.
You aren’t sure how long you can last like this. Wonwoo’s pace is fast and he’s brushing just the right spot that has you seeing stars. Pulling off Mingyu’s dick, you whimper, looking back at Wonwoo who seems completely lost in the moment.
“You’re doing so good baby, taking care of me and Gyu.”
Leaning back down, you take Mingyu’s cock in your mouth again. He groans, leaning his head back. His body feels tense under your touch. His whimpers let you know he’s close.
“Gyu if you’re going to come in her mouth, ask princess for permission.” Wonwoo sometime like to be in charge in the bedroom and you and your other boyfriend won’t ever complain.
“Baby where can I finish?” Mingyu practically whines.
Popping off him, some saliva is attached from his cock to your mouth. “In my mouth.”
“I’m close.” He whines.
Leaning back down you start sucking him off like your life depends on it. Wonwoo makes you moan when he reaches in between your legs and starts playing with your sensitive clit.
Your orgasm hits you like a train. Moaning around Mingyu length he fills your mouth with his cum. Pulling off of him with a pop, you fall forward resting your head on his thigh as Wonwoo pace gets quicker.
“Fuck-” you moan.
“Fuck-” Wonwoo’s hips still as his finds his own release. Filling you to the brim with milky white release.
Wonwoo slowly removes himself from you. He crawls off the bed as Mingyu sets you up in his lap. He runs his fingers through your hair as he presses his lips to yours for a gentle kiss. He could care less that he can taste himself on your lips.
Both the boys have left you fucked out and exhausted.
“I love you both,” you smiled, feeling dazed in pure bliss. Wonwoo crawled back onto the bed lying down next to you and Mingyu.
“We love you too, babygirl,” Mingyu leaned down and kissed your cheek.
Wonwoo silently laid there with a huge smile on his face.
“I think we wore Wonwoo out,” Mingyu jokes.
He closed his eyes and nodded his head with a huge smile on his face.
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Your first anniversary was a major milestone you were looking forward to. Initially,you wanted to plan something for the boys. Before you could even think of anything, Wonwoo informed you to just let them plan something.
Your night started at a romantic dinner at a fancy sushi place you have always wanted to try. Mingyu even picked out a dress and lingerie he wanted you to wear. When you walked out of the bedroom in the skin tight dress Mingyu picked out, you weren’t even sure you would leave the house at the way both the boys were eye fucking you. Hell if they wanted to spend the whole night having sex you wouldn’t complain.
The dinner was absolutely perfect and when you got home they took their time undressing you before worshiping every ounce of your body.
Laying on top of Mingyu, your pussy rubs against his hardened length. His fingers are tangled in your hair as he kisses you. Wonwoo is behind you watching as he’s getting the stuff he needs to prep you to take him in your ass.
A cold dollop of lube lands on your tight ring of muscle. Pulling your lips away from Mingyu you look over you shoulder to find Wonwoo smirking at you as his thumb applies some pressure to your asshole.
“Oh-” you moan.
“Does princess want to take both of us at the same time tonight?” His thumb fully slips into your ass.
“Please-” this is a rare treat taking them both at the same time. You’ve done it a handful of times and you want to do it more, it just takes more prep than normal.
“Gyu can you put it in and just let her cockwarm you while I finger her? She needs extra prep tonight.” Wonwoo isn’t necessarily bossy in the bedroom, and doesn’t try to dom either of you. But he’s really good at being in charge and giving you both directions.
“Baby can you slowly take me in?” Mingyu asked.
Silently you lift your hips. Mingyu helps, holding his length at your entrance. Ever so slowly you slide down his huge length. You already feel full, and you don’t have anything in your ass yet.
Wonwoo’s finger slides into your ass slowly. “Mingyu keep her relaxed. Kiss her, do whatever you need to do to make sure our princess is relaxed.” This isn’t the norm in the bedroom. When you do take both of them at the same time it takes some patience from everyone.
Tangling his fingers in your hair he pulls your lips down to his. The kiss is sloppy, filled with lots of tongue. Your brain feels scrambled trying to focus on the second finger Wonwoo has in your ass, and the feeling of Mingyu snug inside you.
“You’re such a good girl,” Wonwoo’s large hand massages your fleshy butt cheek. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes.” You pull away from Mingyu mouth.
Wonwoo grabs the bottle of lube and takes his time coating his erection. Mingyu’s lips are on your breast, helping distract you.
The initial feeling of Wonwoo pushing into your ass is always a little uncomfortable. The stretching feeling takes some time to get used to. A soft whimper passes your lips, capturing Mingyu’s attention. He takes your face with both hands. His thumb drags across your bottom lip, earning a smile.
“You’re doing so good,” he whispers, almost as if you’re alone in the room.
“It feels intense.”
Wonwoo bottoms out and stills, giving you time to adjust. “Baby do you need me to stop?” Wonwoo snaps you out of the little haze you were in.
“No, I just need a moment.”
His hand rubs up and down the small of your back helping you relax. “You’re so good at this baby. You’re absolutely perfect.”
“You’re just saying that because I like to let you both double team me.” You can’t help but tease.
Mingyu smiles instantly at your words. “That’s just a bonus baby.”
“You both can move. Just please go slow.”
Mingyu stays completely still, letting Wonwoo get in a few shallow thrust. Wonwoo’s large hands grip your sides, helping steady himself.
“Gyu move-“ You whine.
Mingyu thrust up into you the best he can from below you. You try to help, but Wonwoo is holding you in place. The feeling of both them filling you up fully isn’t something you can fully comprehend.
Your brain feels like mush and you can’t think of anything other to say than moans and whine a mix of their names, and curse words.
Wonwoo bends over, completely plastered against your back. His lips are your shoulder sucking marks into your skin. One of his hands reaches around you and starts rubbing quick circles against your clit.
You’ve been teetering on the edge for what feels like hours. Every muscle in your body feels tense. There is a pressure building inside you that you can’t quite explain.
The moment your orgasm hits you, it feels like an explosion. You cry out as all the tension releases and your body releases a liquid all over Mingyu below you. This is a first for all of you.
Your arms give out and you collapse on Mingyu. He moans your name before he fills you with milky white cum. Wonwoo hasn’t stopped thrusting into you. He’s changed his position slightly. He’s still thrusting into you over and over again, pushing you against Mingyu who is still snug inside you. His softening cock is plugging up his cum from leaking out.
Wonwoo gives you three firm thrusts before filling your ass with his own release.
Pulling out slowly he rolls onto the bed next to you and Mingyu. Mingyu has done nothing to try and remove himself from you. His hand brushes your hair away from your face.
No one says anything for a long moment. Mingyu is the first to speak. “Did you squirt on me?” Your body burns with embarrassment suddenly.
“She did, it turns out taking both of us and playing with her clit will make her.” Wonwoo says.
“That’s so embarrassing.” You sigh.
“That was the exact opposite of embarrassing. That was fucking hot.” Mingyu smiles.
“We’re gonna need to clean the sheets before we go to bed.” Wonwoo says. Of course your neat freak boyfriend is thinking about changing the cheats after he’s made you squirt on Mingyu.
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Sitting on the floor in the bathroom you mind raced. Your emotions were all over the place and your brain fought with the feeling of sadness, happiness and guilt. The dinging on your phone let you know that five minutes had passed letting you know that it was time.
Reaching up on the counter you looked at the two pink stripes on the stick that let you know that you were indeed pregnant. Most women would be over the moon to find out they were pregnant, but you couldn’t help but feel guilty. You had never discussed having children with Wonwoo and Mingyu and you honestly had no clue who the father was. You were on birth control and neither of the boys used condoms anymore.
The sound of knocking on the bathroom door caught your attention. Before you could even dispose of the pregnancy test Wonwoo walked into the bathroom. His mouth opened to say something but immediately shut as he looked at the pregnancy test that was in your hands.
“Princess are you okay?” He asked, sitting down on the floor next to you.
Quietly you shook your head and looked into his warm eyes. You wonder if the baby is his if they’ll get his beautiful lips or warm eyes.
“What does it say?” He rested his hand on your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“I’m pregnant,” your voice shook as admitted it out loud for the first time.
“Why are you sad about that?”
You took a deep breath wondering what exactly you should say, “we never talked about having children and I don’t know which one of you is the father.”
A look of confusion crossed his face as he reached for your soft body. Without a second thought he pulled you into his lap. You sat on his lap and rested your head on his strong chest. A sigh pasted your lips as your eyes brimmed with tears. His hand rubbed your side and his lips pressed to the top of your head. He took a long moment just holding you. He wanted to comfort you, but he knew you were mentally going through a lot processing the fact that you knew you were pregnant.
“It doesn’t matter who the father is. We both love you and no matter what, and we’ll raise this child together with you,” he murmured as his hand continued to rub your side. “If the baby is mine I’ll love it with all my heart, and if it’s Mingyu I’m still going to love it the same way. No matter who the father is, Mingyu and I will be that baby’s dads together.”
Glancing up at him you found him smiling. He seemed to be happy about the fact that you were pregnant. A small sense of relief started to wash over you at the fact that he wasn’t worried about the fact you didn’t know who the father was.
Sniffling back tears, you asked, “do you think Mingyu is going to be okay with me being pregnant?”
Wonwoo and Mingyu were in very different places in their lives mentally. Wonwoo was pretty well adapted to what he wanted in life, and Mingyu was still trying to figure out what he fully wanted with his life. His dream of pursuing directing was something that always stopped him from settling down before you.
“Mingyu’s always longed for a family in the city, and the sense of having a home here, and starting a family with you is something that he needs.”
A warm feeling in your chest let you know that everything was going to be alright. That things between you and the two boys weren’t exactly normal in the eyes of society, but what you had was perfect to them.
“Mingyu should be home from working out anytime, do you want to tell him?” Wonwoo asked.
You gently nodded your head and crawled out his lap. He stood up and reached his hand out to help you stand up. The moment you were standing he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours for a sweet kiss. Pulling his lips away from yours he wrapped his arms around your curvy torso and hugged you. His hand rubbed your back and he whispered, “there is no other woman I would rather have a child with, and there is no other person I would rather share being a father with than my best friend.”
Pulling away you looked up at him and couldn’t help smiling. The sound of the bedroom door opening caught your attention. Wonwoo reached down and grabbed the pregnancy test and handed it to you and smiled.
You walked out of the bathroom to find a shirtless Mingyu looking through his drawer in one of the dressers. He turned around and his eyes immediately went to you and noticed your eyes were puffy in the aftermath of your tears.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Mingyu asked.
Without a word you held out the pregnancy test. Silently he stepped forward and grabbed the pregnancy test, his wide eyes stayed locked on the pregnancy test. You couldn’t help but be worried about the look on Mingyu’s face. His dark eyes were wild for a long moment before he looked up at you and instantly his expression softened.
Wonwoo stood next to you holding your hand, he knew that all of this was scary for you.
“You’re pregnant?” Mingyu asked, finally breaking the silence that had grown so loud between all of you.
Slowly you nodded not sure what to say.
“I’m assuming we don’t know who the dad is?” He asked not actually caring who the father was.
Shaking your head, you tried not to cry. “The way I see it, it doesn’t matter who the father is. We’re both fathers to this baby,” Mingyu reached out resting his hand on your stomach. His response warmed your heart and you smiled.
“Told you he would be happy,” Wonwoo leaned down and pressed his lips to the top of your head.
“I’m finally going to have a little family of my own,” he walked towards you and wrapped his arms around your soft torso pulling you into a tight hug. “I love you so much babygirl.”
Stepping back you looked over at Wonwoo who had a really big smile on his face. Both boys seemed genuinely happy that they were going to have a child. You had gone from feeling sad and guilty to suddenly overjoyed that you were going to be starting a family with the two boys who you loved and adored.
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Your hand rested on your growing stomach. As you sat on the large couch that was in the middle of your living room. You leaned against Wonwoo while your feet were resting in Mingyu’s lap. Strong hands massage your feet as your eyes are held closed enjoying the closeness with the boys.
Without saying a word you reached for the pillow on the floor and laid it down in Wonwoo’s lap. He couldn’t help but smile as you moved to lay your head down in his lap while Mingyu massaged your feet.
From the moment they discovered you were pregnant both the boys had gone out of their way to make sure you were treated like a princess. Both them were over the moon that you were expecting a child.
Recently your hormones have been all over the place. You went from wanting to cry to wanting to tear the boy’s clothing off with your teeth.
“Baby, are you tired?” Wonwoo asked as he rubbed your arm gently.
“I’m exhausted every moment of my life right now,” you let out a soft laugh. “Carrying this baby takes all my energy.”
Reached up, Wonwoo gently rested his hand on your round stomach. It still amazes him that either Mingyu or him had created a life with you. He couldn’t wait to see if the baby was going to look like you or either him or his best friend.
“You look so beautiful carrying our baby.”
“You two are lucky you’re charming and good looking because this baby takes all my energy,” you teased.
“We’re sorry the baby is making you tired,” Mingyu said, speaking up.
Leaning over Mingyu placed a sweet kiss on your knee.
“I’m supposed to be cooking dinner for your birthday Mingyu.”
Wonwoo looked down at you shaking his head smiling, “It’s cute you think that you’re cooking dinner.”
In the last two months as you crossed over from your second trimester to your third. The boys were letting you do less and less. You had originally planned to cook the boys an amazing dinner for Mingyu’s birthday but both the boys kept shutting you down.
“If I don’t cook, who is going to cook?”
“We are more than capable of cooking dinner for us,” Mingyu gently squeezed your foot. You looked at him and tried not to laugh at his comment. “Don’t be rude,” he gently squeezed your foot one last time.
“So Princess, have you figured out if you want to find out if we’re having a boy or a girl?” Wonwoo asked, attempting to change the subject.
You were still trying to decide if you wanted to know if you were having a boy or a girl. Since finding out you were pregnant you had gone back and forth on if you wanted to find out.
“I mean I still don’t know. Maybe the gender can be a surprise along with figuring out who the dad is,” you tried to joke about the situation that still made you feel guilty.
Wonwoo leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead. His touch was gentle as if he was trying to calm you.
“We both have told you over and over it doesn’t matter who the father is. This is both of our baby,” Wonwoo's voice was warm and calming.
“He’s right,” Mingyu said, speaking up.
“I know I just feel…” you paused trying to gather your words. You slowly sat up and took your feet off of Mingyu’s lap and sat in between both the boys. “It’s just an odd feeling. I feel like I’m breaking one of your hearts.”
“Hey,” Mingyu reaches over and rested his hand on your cheek and gently twisting your head so you’re looking at him. “No one is upset here or hurt. You mean the world to both of us and we both love you and the baby equally. It doesn’t matter who the biological father is. We don’t even have to ever find out if you don’t want to.”
Your eyes were locked on his kind dark colored eyes. Slowly you blinked for a moment before you leaned forward for a sweet kiss.
“I don’t think I want to find out,” you whispered, feeling a sense of relief wash over you.
“Then we don’t find out,” Wonwoo answered.
“If you want, maybe after this one grows up a little bit we can try to have another one. Say this little you’re carrying now is mine, we have to focus on making the next baby Mingyu’s if they makes you happy.”
“Does that mean one of you boys would have to wear a condom every time?”
“Yeah and we would be fine with that,” Mingyu chimes in.
“Thank you boys.”
You put your feet up on the coffee table and reached over and took both of their hands. You knew nothing about their lives were normal but wouldn’t change your life for the world. You would never know how you ended up lucky enough to have two wonderful men in your life. Or how you were lucky enough to start a family with them.
~&~
Standing in the living room you watched as Mingyu held your daughter. He gently swayed side to side singing softly to the little girl who stole his heart. It was very clear early on into her life that Wonwoo was the father to your little girl. She looked so much like him it was hard to deny.
You and Wonwoo had just returned from the store and hadn’t expected to find Mingyu dancing with his daughter. You couldn’t help the smile that is plastered on your face as you watch them.
“Is that how Mingyu calms her down?”you asked looking up at Wonwoo.
“When I dance she doesn’t giggle like that,” Wonwoo acted as if he was offended even though he wasn’t. Wonwoo absolutely adores how much his daughter loves Mingyu. He couldn’t be happier that he’s getting to experience fatherhood with his best friend.
“Look mommy and daddy are home,” Mingyu says walking over towards you.
“Did she behave?” You asked as you walked closer to Mingyu and your daughter.
“This little girl was a complete angel while you were away,” he winked before he pressed his lips to the top of his daughter's head.
Your daughter says, “dada,” clinging to her other father. Mingyu lights up every time his daughter calls him that.
In all the time you had been with Mingyu and Wonwoo things between the three of you just kept getting better. The addition of your daughter seemed to bring all of you closer than you had ever been before and none of you thought that was possible.
Wonwoo heads off to the kitchen to put some of the groceries away. You stood in the living room staring at Mingyu for a moment before he handed you your daughter. You’ll never get over how completely perfect your little girl is. Holding your daughter close, you press your lips to the top of her head. Swaying to the beat of the music you hummed along to the song. It’s not long before your little girl is sound asleep in your arms.
“I should probably put her down for a nap,” you say quietly.
Walking off to her nursery you lays her down in her crib and press your lips to her forehead before slowly leaving her room.
Walking back into the living room you find Wonwoo and Mingyu sitting down on the couch. You smile as you sit down between them.
“I don’t want to brag but I personally think we made the perfect baby,” you state proudly.
Mingyu shrugs and lets out a chuckle, “I mean you aren’t wrong. I think our next one will be just as perfect.” It still stings a little that Mingyu is gonna to have to wait a little while to have a child that is biologically his.
You both look at Wonwoo who is smiling. He lets out a soft laugh of his own before saying, “I’m aware our daughter is beautiful. She looks like her mother. She was bound to be stunning.”
Biting your bottom lip you hold back a smile as blush crept across your cheeks. You’ll never get over the fact that both boys are so attracted to you, and how much you love your life with them.
“I love you both,” you beams.
“And we love you,” Mingyu says as he leans over and presses his lips to your shoulder.
It’s moments like this that make you feel like your life is perfect, and you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.
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FOUR YEARS LATER -
Jeonghan’s birthday party is always an event. His house is filled with friends celebrating. Things have changed since you’ve had kids. House parties have now become family friendly events.
Jeonghan’s girlfriend of two years Honey looks like she has a serious case of baby fever as she holds your son. At only six months old he’s just as charming as Mingyu.
Mingyu is with Wonwoo in the kitchen helping your daughter get something to eat.
“My godson just looks like a mini version of Mingyu,”
Jeonghan laughs.
“I sure made some cute kids.”
“I would usually joke being like, are you sure you know who the dads are, but your daughter is the perfect mix of you and Wonwoo. And that little one is just a mini Gyu.” He’s not wrong, your daughter definitely looks like both you and Wonwoo and you aren’t sure if you just didn’t clone Mingyu at this point. There was absolutely no denying he’s the father of your son.
“So does Honey want kids?”
“About that-“ Jeonghan watches his girlfriend with a smile on his face. “We think she might be pregnant.”
“Does that mean I finally get to be a godmother?”
He rolls his eyes, “yes you get to be a godmother.”
“Mommy,” your daughter screams running towards you holding an ice cream bar.
Wonwoo is hot on her trail. He picks her up before she can launch herself into your arms. “Dada gave me ice cream,” she looks over her shoulder at Mingyu who is smiling walking towards you.
“I said wait for dinner but Mingyu out voted me.” Wonwoo says. Mingyu is an absolute softie when it comes to his daughter. She has him wrapped around her tiny little finger.
“Daddy said no.” Your daughter pouts.
“Gyu,” you can’t help but laugh.
“It's Hannie’s birthday. I said since it’s her godfather's birthday she could have a treat.”
“I say let the kid have ice cream,” Jeonghan chimes in.
“Fine,” Wonwoo rolls his eyes.
There is something special about seeing the boys be amazing fathers. They love their kids so much, they also love you just as much.
Wonwoo leans in, pressing lips to his daughter's forehead. She pulls back giggling before pressing her lips to her father’s nose. Holding her arms out she reaches for her other father. Mingyu wasted no time taking her from his arms. Mingyu walks her back towards the kitchen to get a napkin.
Wonwoo walks closer to you. He smiles before pressing his lips to your.
“So is there a third one coming at any point? Are we going to play another guessing game of ‘guess who the father is’?” Jeonghan always likes to tease you about the fact you weren’t sure when you were pregnant with your daughter about who the father was.
“Right now we’re good with two? But who knows maybe one day me and Mingyu will play a game called, Who-Can-Knock-Up-Our-Wife-First.” Wonwoo says, earning a laugh from Jeonghan.
“We’re good with two right now.” You respond.
Life has a strange way of working out. Who would have known taking that taking that new job all those years and go to live near Jeonghan would lead you to this perfect life you’re now living.
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🌙 starring. Jeon Wonwoo & Kim Mingyu x afab!Reader
🔮 preview. Nothing in your life has ever been as sexy as this moment. Two strong men, one begging and whining while the other dominates. You, caught between them both, the source of their torment and their pleasure. They’re opposites, in temperament as well as being, after all, werewolves and vampires have historically never gotten along- but they agree about you, and right now, that’s all that matters.
tw/cw. Unprotected sex, threesome, foreplay, fingering, squirting, pussy eating, sadism, breast worship, Eiffel tower, blow job (m receiving), hand job, praise, dirty talk, degradation, power imbalances, dom!Wonwoo, Switch!Gyu, masturbation, sloppy Gyu, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby.
👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 9.3k
🍭 aus. Supernatural au, werewolf!Gyu, Vampire!Wonwoo,
☀️ mlist + an. And with that, 2024 is complete :) I wanted to end it with a bang, and this pairing has been a staple on my blog for years now. Thank you to everyone who has supported me this year in any capacity, and happy holidays!
Prologue:
“The ascension is in a year,” the crone sighs, looking out at the room of gathered witches and allies. “I think we all agree that the timing of Seungcheol’s departure is less than ideal, especially now that we’ve narrowed down an ancestral safehouse with adequate warding.”
You frown, and your vampire protector immediately reaches out to hold your hand, giving you a reassuring squeeze.
As the future head of your coven, you have a protection detail, and Seungcheol has been an anchor in your life since you were eighteen. It had been a daring attempt at protecting you, after all, alphas like Seungcheol can’t just leave their packs to take on a witch princess as their ward, but Seungcheol had given up a lot to ensure your safety.
Now, he’s returning to his pack, to his own world, and you’re not quite sure where to go from here.
“There is, however, a replacement,” the crone continues. “A beta by the name of Kim Mingyu. He is, supposedly, a prodigy. He’s the size of an alpha, with domestic attributes that make him uniquely qualified for the assignment of protecting our future leader. Seungcheol offered Mingyu up personally when he found out we would be relocating y/n to a compound. The alpha believed, and I agree with him, that, by having Mingyu on location, it would reduce the need for extra staff to deal with cooking and maintenance. By all accounts, this beta, Mingyu, and our loyal vampire protector, Wonwoo, should be able to look after y/n completely independently, which would lower the risk of demonic attack through spies.”
Wonwoo shifts beside you, and you know the stoic man well enough to understand that small movements like this are a sign of irritation.
While Wonwoo and the wolves who’ve been a part of your protection detail in the past have all had blood ties to you, the vampire has made it clear he’s never been fond of working with ‘dogs.’
But as skilled as Wonwoo is, there’s one thing he simply can’t defeat, and that’s the sun. You’re the most protected witch in the world by night, but by day, you need a different line of defence, and that’s always been the job of wolves.
There was a vampire, once, who took care of a member of your family line during the day. An ancestor of yours had done the impossible, she’d created a ‘Daylighter Potion’ that could enable vampires to walk in the sun. That forbidden knowledge had incurred the wrath of demons. Your ancestor, as well as her daywalking companion, had been lost to a bloody history, and with them, the recipe for this transformation process.
There are still hopes of recreating the Daylighter Potion, but until then, this Kim Mingyu is necessary. You can only pray he’s cut from the same cloth as your exiting alpha.
One:
The wards are definitely strong, something Mingyu realizes as he approaches the large compound house he’ll be protecting you in from now on. The location is also super secluded, with the nearest town over an hour away.
If you’re looking to protect someone, this is definitely the place to do it, and when Wonwoo opens the door to the large home, Mingyu realizes immediately that the stoic vampire is as formidable as Seungcheol had made him out to be.
Power oozes off the immortal being, and Mingyu, despite his size, suddenly feels quite small.
“Hi,” Mingyu says, forcing a smile and an extended hand, “I’m Mingyu.”
“You’re late,” Wonwoo responds, pushing the door open and turning to walk away, clearly expecting Mingyu to follow.
“Yeah, I uh, got turned around on the roads. My GPS shit itself.”
Wonwoo remains quiet, and Mingyu hurries to keep up with him.
“I’ll give you a tour, then you’ll go meet y/n,” Wonwoo sighs, and thus, the exploration of the house begins.
Mingyu does his best to be quiet, to take in the information. Wonwoo seems like the type to only say something once, and Mingyu doesn’t want to get off on the wrong foot with him.
Seungcheol had also warned Mingyu about the vampire’s general hatred for werewolves, so Mingyu knows this isn’t a friendship or working relationship that will be earned overnight.
“Can I uh, ask a few questions?” Mingyu enquires as the tour comes close to an end.
“If they’re not stupid.”
Mingyu forces a laugh, but it’s clear from the vampire’s expression that he had been serious, so the chuckle dies down quickly. “Why only two guards?”
“The location is remote enough to be quite secure, as is the warding,” Wonwoo responds smoothly. “Think of this house like the Pentagon, no outside entity has ever breached it.”
“And the demons who are after y/n, it’s because she’s set to be the next crone?”
“In part,” Wonwoo sighs, folding his arms over his chest. “She’s very powerful, and there are certain potions that only she can produce, potions that were lost.”
“What kind of potions?” Witches are known for their tonics, sure, but Mingyu’s never assumed potions to be the most interesting aspect of being a spell caster.
“Old ones,” Wonwoo states, signaling the end of the line of questioning. He begins to walk again, and Mingyu follows, biting his tongue as his mind runs a million miles an hour.
Mingyu can smell the greenhouse solarium before he’s even entered it. The scent of fresh herbs, flowers and general greenery is delightful in comparison to the mustiness of everything else in the old mansion, and Mingyu takes a deep breath as he enters the space.
It’s dark out, but the room is illuminated with fairy lights, their reflections twinkling in all of the windows. It had begun to rain just as Mingyu had pulled up with his truck, and the soft pattering of water on glass is more soothing than the wolf had expected.
“Y/N,” Wonwoo says, drawing your attention from where you’re seated on a couch, pouring over old books. “This is Mingyu.”
You look up, and Mingyu’s immediately struck by your beauty. The final thing Seungcheol had warned him about was your looks, but his description of you hadn’t done your features justice. There’s a power in your eyes, but a softness in everything else. You’re not some old crone, not by a long shot.
Mingyu’s alpha had told Mingyu that the vampire guarding you has somewhat of an interest in you, an interest that goes beyond that of protector. Seungcheol had figured that if you, a powerful witch, were going to favour someone, it would be better if it was a wolf than a blood sucker- but even if he hadn’t told Mingyu to get close to you, one look at your lovely smile as you stand to greet him is enough to make Mingyu want to know you better.
“How was the drive?” you ask, pushing your book to the side and stretching.
Your cardigan falls slightly off your shoulder, and God, Mingyu’s eyes take in your newly exposed skin like a man dying of hydration takes in water. He swallows the lump in his throat-
“The dog got lost,” Wonwoo responds before Mingyu gets the chance to.
You laugh. “That happens around here,” you assure him, “you’re definitely not the first.”
“It’s uh, a nice house,” Mingyu offers.
“It belonged to an ancestor,” you say smoothly, “so did these books.”
The werewolf smiles. “Looking for family recipes?”
“Something like that.”
Oh, so you’re potentially as secretive as Wonwoo is. What could you possibly be looking for in all these dusty old books that you don’t want to tell him about?
“You must be tired from your drive,” Wonwoo states, turning to Mingyu. “You should go to your room and rest, I’ll take care of y/n now, and when the sun rises, I’ll come get you for your first shift.”
Two:
You wake up slowly, yawning as you stretch. Your motion knocks a book off your bed and you groan. You’d fallen asleep late in the early morning hours, pouring over books with Wonwoo beside you. Your vampire guard is nowhere to be seen, but there’s a knock on your door and a moment later, Mingyu is poking his head inside.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, just dropped a book,” you respond, leaning over your bed to pick up the diary.
“What were you reading?”
“An ancestor’s journal,” you groan, still trying to shake away your morning grogginess.
“Any hot gossip from the middle ages?” the werewolf jokes with a boyish grin.
“Nothing too interesting,” you grin. “Give me a sec to get dressed, then we’re going to go for a walk.”
“A walk?”
“In the forest, I need some mushrooms that aren’t growing in the solarium.”
With a nod, the werewolf goes back to his post outside your door. You take your time getting ready, even going so far as to brush your teeth. Werewolves have sensitive noses, and the last thing you’d want is for some hot beta to smell your morning breath.
Half an hour later, you and Mingyu are walking through the woods.
You’d written a list of various mushrooms and plants you’d need from your readings last night, and Mingyu is holding your basket as the two of you scour the trees and forest floor for potion ingredients.
You notice that Mingyu is quite twitchy. Every sound, every bird flying overhead, draws his eyes.
“We’re quite safe here, you know,” you laugh, thinking his behaviour is adorable.
“Can’t let anything happen to you,” the werewolf muses.
“You sound like Wonwoo.”
“Has he been protecting you for long?”
“Since I was eighteen,” you nod, bending down to collect some moss.
“You two must be close.”
“We are.” Your relationship with Wonwoo isn’t something you spend a lot of time dwelling on. He’s your guard, and you’re pretty sure that’s all you are to him, a precious witch he needs to protect due to vampire blood pacts.
You care about him, sure, but Wonwoo’s never been the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, so you’re okay with it being a one sided affection.
“Anyways,” Mingyu sighs, reading your cues and changing the subject, “what potion are you going to make?”
“There are a few I want to try, old things from the texts.”
“Anything interesting?”
“I found a perplexing potion for dog smells, not that I’m saying you smell, but I know Wonwoo always hated Seungcheol’s scent. I figured he might not look so sour whenever you’re around if you smelt better.”
To your surprise, the werewolf laughs. “So you’re making me cologne from moss and mushrooms?”
“Something like that,” you smile.
“Wonwoo was being secretive last night about the potions you make, I figured maybe there was some, I don’t know, super love spell or something crazy that you’d be creating.”
“No super love spells, I don’t believe in those,” you admit. “There are old potions in the texts on the property, things that were lost, for one reason or another. My brewing skills are a little rusty so I figured I’d start with the more mundane recipes before I try anything too extreme.”
“How extreme are we talking?” Mingyu asks. You cast him a sideways glance and he holds up a hand. “I don’t mean to pry, I just… I don’t think I’ve ever met a witch before, I don’t know much about what you guys do with those big pots and stuff.”
“Cauldrons,” you correct him, your body relaxing again. You take a deep breath. “Mingyu?”
“Yeah?”
“I can trust you, right?”
“A hundred percent,” he nods, an ernest expression on his face.
You stand up from your moss patch, moving to set some in Mingyu’s basket. “There’s a specific potion I want to make, and I think the recipe might be somewhere in the old books here.”
“What kind of potion?”
You take another deep breath, trying to decide how to word your response. “Basically, my line has a strong tie to vampires, and we have this tie, because one of my ancestors made a potion. We call it the Daylighter potion, it enables vampires to walk in the sun.”
Mingyu’s jaw drops as he stares at you.
“Yeah, I know, it feels like fairytale, part of me isn’t sure it’s even a real recipe- but the vampires who swear to protect my family think it was real.”
“Does Wonwoo think it’s real?”
“Yes, it’s one of the reasons he’s protecting me. Could you imagine, being a vampire who could walk in the sun? He would be the most powerful vampire in the world.”
Mingyu frowns. “Is it a good idea? To make him more powerful, I mean.”
You contemplate the question for a moment. “Wonwoo has never been anything but good to me. Sure, there are repercussions for knowledge like the Daylighter potion recipe, I mean, my ancestor who created it went missing and was found dead months later-”
“Did she use it? On a vampire?”
You nod. “By all accounts, she used it on her own protector.”
“And did he… you know, did he kill her?”
You shake your head. “No, he was found dead with her. Besides, when vampires make blood ties to witches, they have a curse set on them, they can’t harm us, directly, or indirectly.”
“Sounds like a powerful curse,” Mingyu frowns. “Do uh… the werewolves that work with you have the same curse?”
“Do you need to be muzzled, Mingyu?” you grin.
He shakes his head. “Definitely not.”
“Good.”
You continue your foraging, and Mingyu is quiet for a while before he begins asking questions again.
“So uh… do you just want to use this Daylighter potion in Wonwoo because he’s your protector, or…”
“Why are you so curious about my relationship with Wonwoo?” you counter.
He shrugs, but it’s way too nonchalant of a motion to be believable. “No reason.”
You narrow your eyes at him, but decide to let it go. Mingyu may be eluding to things, but it’s his first day here, if he wants to speculate about your connection to Wonwoo, he can guess all he wants. He’ll see how things work around here soon enough.
Three:
Wonwoo is exiting his blacked out bedroom the moment the sun has set sufficiently for him to stalk around the old mansion.
He has a one track mind, and the vampire follows his senses to the dining room, where you and Mingyu are sitting to eat dinner.
It takes a moment for Wonwoo to survey the surrounding area. The smell of garlic and ginger is quite potent, and it appears that the wolf has made you some sort of ramen. “Wonwoo!” you grin excitedly, “Mingyu’s an amazing cook, I wish you could try this!”
The wolf’s heart skips a beat, and it irks Wonwoo, who simply scoffs and heads to the kitchen to grab his blood bag. He’s irritated when he’s hungry, and Wonwoo can feel himself calming down as he rejoins you in the dining room.
Wonwoo takes his seat next to you, mindful of the books strewn about. He picks one up, beginning to flip through it. “How was your day?” he asks you.
“It was good,” you respond casually. “We went for a walk, gathered some moss and mushrooms, I’ve got a potion brewing right now that I think you’re going to like.”
Wonwoo casts you a sideways glance, had you found the Daylighter recipe?
“It’s like werewolf cologne,” Mingyu pipes up from the other side of the table. “Gonna make me not smell so bad.”
Wonwoo’s gaze shifts to Mingyu, and he feels irritation bubbling inside of himself again. Logically, it’s clear that the new wolf is trying to be friendly, and he’s taking steps to mask odor- but Wonwoo just can’t find any friendship in his heart for Mingyu.
He gets the sense that you and Mingyu have bonded today, and the way you’re eating up the ramen Mingyu made isn’t doing anything to help settle the uneasy feeling in Wonwoo’s stomach.
Seungcheol’s an alpha, and Wonwoo had respected him. Cheol had come with one goal, and one goal alone, to protect you. As an alpha, he had a whole life to go back to- but this beta, well, Wonwoo’s not too sure about how this ‘protection detail’ might pan out.
It’s clear Mingyu’s attracted to you, Wonwoo had seen it in his eyes the moment he’d met you last night. This little wolf crush is irritating, and Wonwoo hates being irritated.
Wonwoo’s gaze shifts to you. It’s unclear to him how you feel about your new day guard. You seem happy to be eating, so any emotions you have toward the werewolf will be skewed due to the joy you’re getting from the ramen.
No, Wonwoo will have to watch the two of you together closely, but, at the moment, he’s more concerned about getting Mingyu out of here so he can enjoy you himself.
“It’s about time you go to bed, wolf,” Wonwoo says.
“It’s still early,” Mingyu argues.
“Sunrise is at six fourty-five,” the vampire counters. “I’m sure you’ve had a long first day. You should rest.”
This time, Wonwoo makes sure to leave no room in his tone for objection, and with a very doglike look of defeat, Mingyu sighs.
“Okay, yeah, I can go to bed.”
Wonwoo watches as Mingyu lifts up his bowl of ramen, and in two massive, wolfish slurps, he devours the rest of his food.
“Goodnight, y/n,” Mingyu smiles before heading to the kitchen to put away his dishes.
The werewolf lingers for a few minutes, and Wonwoo relaxes when he finally leaves, lumbering up to his second floor bedroom.
“You could have been nicer to him, you know,” you muse, lifting up a book to scan the potion recipe there.
“I could have been,” Wonwoo agrees, leaving it at that.
The two of you rifle through books as you eat your dinner, and then you head to the living room. Your nightly ritual consists of watching movies together, giving you a bit of a break before you go to read before bed.
Wonwoo knows you’ve been wearing yourself thin with all the books you’ve been flipping through. You’d spent the first three days locked in the house and thoroughly examining the library with Wonwoo before Mingyu had shown up, and Wonwoo would be surprised if you’d slept even eight hours in that three day period.
No, you need rest, even if it’s only when sitting next to him on the couch with a movie going.
You fall asleep in no time, and Wonwoo lets you be. He picks up a potions book, flipping through it while the film continues in the background.
Wonwoo won’t let anything hurt you, and he’ll lighten your load in any way he can, even if it means scanning stupid witch recipes.
Four:
Mingyu’s been your guard for around a week now, and things are running smoothly, however, you can tell Wonwoo’s still not happy about the situation. It’s midnight and the two of you are in the solarium, you’re getting bored of going through books, so you sigh, setting yours down.
“How are you feeling?” you ask.
“Annoyed,” Wonwoo responds smoothly, not looking up from his book. “I swear I’ve read over fifty different love potions this week, and they’re all just as useless as the last.”
“That’s because love potions don’t work,” you sigh, moving closer to Wonwoo. “Each potion has a different flaw, so each potion is adjusted to make up for that flaw, only to be ruined in some other way. But hey, you know that’s not what I was asking you.”
“You asked how I was feeling.”
“I mean… how are you feeling about this whole Mingyu thing?”
“I feel,” Wonwoo sighs, “like we better find this Daylighter potion soon, because that werewolf cologne isn’t working as well as we thought it would.”
“Is it just his smell you don’t like?” you ask.
“I don’t like dogs,” Wonwoo states, still not looking at you.
“I know werewolves and vampires don’t get along, but I mean, he’s a nice guy, don’t you think?”
Wonwoo stays silent, an answer in and of itself.
You groan. “Even if we do find the Daylighter potion, even if I’m able to brew it, you can’t protect me twenty four seven. I think Mingyu is going to be with us longer than anticipated.”
“I can protect you,” Wonwoo declares, finally raising his eyes to meet your own. “When you brew the potion, and I can walk in the sun, I can protect you always.”
“Even vampires need a little rest every now and again,” you sigh. “Besides, is that really what you want? To protect some young witch until she’s an old lady?”
Wonwoo’s eyes shift downward again. “You’re not just some young witch.”
You continue staring at Wonwoo, trying your best to read him. You wonder if maybe he does care for you, if Mingyu’s seeing something you’re not. Why would Wonwoo be so protective of you if he didn’t have some sort of feeling for you? He clearly doesn’t just want the Daylighter potion so he can leave you and go be a powerful vampire elsewhere.
God, he’s so confusing at times.
You let out a breath. “I told Mingyu about the potion.”
“What?”
“The Daylighter potion, I told Mingyu.”
Wonwoo closes his book, and you can tell from his expression that he’s irritated. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Who’s he going to tell?” you retort. “Seungcheol? Even if he did, what would Cheol even do about it?”
“If the wolves ever found out there was a potion to make vampires walk in the sunlight, they’d come destroy this whole house, and they’d kill you too, just for good measure.”
“Seungcheol just spent years protecting me,” you argue. “He would never do that, and besides, Mingyu won’t tell anyone.”
“What makes you so certain?”
“I just am, call it witch’s intuition.”
To your surprise, Wonwoo actually cracks a smile. He shakes his head, releasing a sigh. “Fine.”
“Fine,” you echo, picking up your book again to continue reading.
The two of you sit silently as you work, but your mind begins to drift.
In a way, it’s almost as if Wonwoo feels threatened by Mingyu, as if- he’s jealous. There’d never been this aura when Seungcheol was around, but then again, Seungcheol had never been a real threat, even though he was an alpha… maybe, especially because he was an alpha.
You’re attracted to both Wonwoo and Mingyu, but you’ve always pushed that attraction aside with your vampire protector, always convinced yourself he didn’t view you in that light.
Mingyu’s arrival is stirring the cauldron, and you’re not quite sure what to make of it.
Five:
It’s been almost a month with no issue. Mingyu’s gotten used to everything, used to the constant reading, the constant witchy little foraging adventures. He’s just gotten used to you, and maybe, in someways, Wonwoo as well.
The werewolf is currently sitting outside your bedroom as you shower in your ensuite. The two of you had been checking wards when it had started to rain, and you’d been shivering so much when you made it back to the house that Mingyu had insisted you heat yourself up.
He does his best not to listen when you’re in the shower, not to be overtly aware- but even with two doors between you, his senses are too strong not to be honed in on everything, especially with a full moon approaching in three days.
You have a bodywash you make, and although the strong pleasant scent of eucalyptus and rosemary is predominant in the air that wafts under the doors, there’s something beneath it too, a smell that Mingyu knows all too well.
He can’t hold it against you though, he’s pretty sure you’re all a little horny from being cooped up like this- well, maybe not Wonwoo, but Mingyu’s definitely been feeling it. The bathroom is the only place you have any real privacy, and lately, Mingyu’s noted that you’ve begun to use the seclusion to your advantage.
The running water muffles your sounds, but even the world’s best witchy bodywash can’t cover your scent, and Mingyu sits there, doing his best not to gulp it down like a starving animal.
He can feel the blood rushing to his cock, and he does his best to turn his brain off, to calm down- after all, he can’t have you exiting the shower and seeing him hard in his pants.
God, Mingyu had never even considered that horniness would be a problem in a situation like this.
At least he gets to go to his room every night and do what needs to be done- but you, you have a guard within 10 feet of you at all times.
He wonders if you do this at night, when Wonwoo’s outside your door. And for the first time, Mingyu wonders if Wonwoo’s as tormented by the sexual nature of seclusion as he is.
It’s not something he’ll be able to ask the vampire, as much as Wonwoo tolerates Mingyu now, that’s a line he won’t cross.
Six:
When Mingyu had first come to the house, he’d just finished a full moon cycle. Wonwoo had spent a couple of hours with him while you were sleeping one night, preparing a game plan for the wolf’s ‘time of the month.’
As your night protector, Wonwoo had told Mingyu to go deep into the woods on the night of the full moon. If he was far enough away, the thought was that Mingyu would just stay in the forest, leaving you to your own devices for the night.
Even if Mingyu did make it to the house in his raged-out wolf form, Wonwoo would protect you, and Mingyu had given him permission to do so.
While Mingyu can transform at any time, full moons are the only transformations that are purely animalistic. All Mingyu is, his very soul, practically disappears. Full moons are when werewolves are at their most dangerous, but Wonwoo is confident in his strategies after spending years helping Seungcheol through his dark side.
Cheol had always spent the day after full moons passed out in the woods somewhere, his body recuperating from a mind/body disconnection of that caliber. Once a month, Wonwoo would do a double shift, and you’d spend the day resting with him in blacked-out rooms.
The two of you get through many books, and when you’re hungry, Wonwoo lets you head down to the kitchen for no more than ten minutes just to grab leftovers.
It’s a decent set up, and Wonwoo enjoys getting to be with you for a lengthy period. However, the night after the full moon, when you go to sleep, Wonwoo leaves you to head into the forest. Mingyu, like Seungcheol had been, is not hard to find. His scent is overwhelming, and Wonwoo discovers the large man asleep in a bed of moss.
Wonwoo’s no stranger to nudity, not after dealing with Seungcheol, so he simply bends down, lifting Mingyu onto his shoulders.
‘This is just a professional courtesy,’ the vampire tells himself as he takes Mingyu back to the house, gently lowering him into the tub.
Mingyu’s covered in dirt, and blood too- if his entire being wasn’t tainted by the scent of dog, Wonwoo might actually be tempted to go in for a bite, but the thought of drinking from Mingyu makes Wonwoo’s nose scrunch as he turns on the water.
Wolves can handle heat, and Mingyu groans a little, shifting in the tub. The bathroom begins to fill with steam and Wonwoo finds a wash cloth. He coats the fabric in body wash, and then, with a sigh, Wonwoo begins to wash Mingyu.
The wolf’s arms are especially dirty, so Wonwoo starts with those, and little by little, Mingyu begins to regain consciousness.
Then, all at once, the werewolf is thrashing awake, pulling his arm away from Wonwoo. “What-”
“Relax, you had a particularly bad change last night,” Wonwoo sighs, putting the wash cloth down.
“Were you just…” Mingyu’s confused gaze dips down to the discarded cloth, “washing me?”
“You smell terrible,” Wonwoo states bluntly. “Seungcheol had a habit of coming home from full moons and just getting into bed. We don’t have staff here, and I refuse to have ruined sheets, or change the laundry schedule.”
There are definitely factual, logical reasons for Wonwoo taking care of Mingyu, and without those reasons, Wonwoo would never dream of bathing a dog. But… Mingyu has been a good addition to your protection detail. He’s substantially more respectful than Seungcheol had been. He’s clean, and he cooks, and the kitchen is always spotless after he makes you meals.
While Wonwoo respected Seungcheol, the vampire, as much as he hates to admit it to himself, somewhat enjoys the young prodigy wolf.
Wonwoo doesn’t respect the clumsy, gentle giant, not by any means, but perhaps, the vampire is starting to realize, there’s more to judging someone than just by their ability and enthusiasm for violence.
Seven:
You’re sitting in a field of flowers, and the colors are wonderous. The sun is out, and the dress you’re wearing has the perfect amount of flow to it as you lounge on your picnic blanket.
You lean back, releasing a deep sigh, and that’s when a hand drags up your arm.
You turn to see your vampire protector and your heart leaps in your chest. “Wonwoo! The sun!”
“The sun doesn’t matter anymore,” he shakes his head. “You cured me, remember?”
“I did?”
“The potion,” Wonwoo grins, leaning forward, his lips ghosting over your throat. “You cured me of my affliction to the sun.”
Confusion is bubbling inside of you, but as Wonwoo begins to kiss your neck, the confusion dies down. Your fingers thread in his hair. “I did cure you,” you muse, giving in to the feeling of him.
“We found the recipe in the book, at the house.”
“The house,” you murmur.
“Which house was it again? I can’t remember.”
He doesn’t remember the house? That’s odd. Wonwoo remembers everything-
A distant voice draws your attention. It’s calling your name, and it sounds so familiar-
“Tell me where you are,” Wonwoo urges.
“We’re in a field?”
“Tell me where you are,” the vampire repeats, his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing painfully. When you look into his eyes, they’re completely black, and your heart leaps in your chest. Horns grow out of his head, and a moment later, it’s no longer Wonwoo in front of you, it’s a demon.
“Y/N, wake up!” a booming voice tears you away, and suddenly, you’re not in the field anymore. Your eyes snap open and you sit up abruptly, heart still racing in your chest.
You feel arms wrap around you, and you realize it’s Wonwoo, the real Wonwoo.
“I had the strangest dream,” you breathe, still trying to make sense of the whole thing.
“It was an incubus,” Wonwoo tells you. “I could sense that he’d entered your mind.”
“He was trying to find out where we are, to see if I’d made the Daylighter potion yet,” you whisper.
“Did you tell him anything?” Your vampire protector freezes next to you.
“No.” You shake your head. “I didn’t say anything.”
You hear someone release a breath, and you look up to find a frazzled Mingyu standing there. His hair is messy from sleep, and he’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of boxers. “What the fuck is an incubus?”
“Incubi are above your pay grade,” Wonwoo states simply, holding you closer. “Demons don’t generally get involved with lower levels like us, but the Daylighter potion would disrupt their system.”
“Right,” Mingyu nods, but you can tell he doesn’t fully understand. “Anyways, are we good? You’re good?” He approaches you, holding out a hand.
You grab his extended palm, squeezing gently. “I’m okay.”
As your heart stops racing, your body begins to focus on a different feeling.
It had been an incubus in your dream, and incubi feed off of one thing: sexual energy.
You suddenly feel very hot, in bed, between Mingyu and Wonwoo- God, you’d woken up from a nightmare only to find yourself in your best daydream.
Wonwoo stiffens beside you, and Mingyu’s grip on your hand tightens, his pupils visibly blowing in size.
Can they… sense that you’re horny?
Fuck… can they smell it with their God damned super senses?
You suddenly feel like a bunny caught between two predators, but for some reason, you’re not actually scared. Both men have the capacity for violence, but you know, in your heart of hearts, that they would never, ever hurt you.
“We should let her sleep,” Wonwoo says, voice low.
He begins to pull away but you cling tighter to him, your grip increasing on Mingyu’s hand too.
“No,” you breathe, swallowing thickly to get rid of the lump in your throat. “I uh… Don’t go.”
“Y/N,” Wonwoo warns, “This could end badly.”
“At this point, I don’t care,” you admit. The vampire looks at you for a few seconds, and you can tell he’s trying to get a read on your emotions. You cup his cheek with your free hand. “This is long overdue.”
Wonwoo stares at you, and for a moment, you think he’s going to pull away, but then, he leans forward, pressing his lips to yours for the very first time. He’s kissing you softly, showing a gentleness that you hadn’t quite expected.
You release a groan immediately, shifting closer-
Mingyu tugs in your hand. “I’ll just leave.”
You break your kiss with Wonwoo, turning to look at the wolf in the room. “Don’t go,” you whimper. “I want both of you.”
You catch Mingyu’s gaze shifting to Wonwoo uncertainly, and you feel the vampire tense at your side.
“Both of us?” Wonwoo asks, voice shockingly level considering what you’d just suggested.
“Both,” you repeat, nodding. “I just- I don’t know, you’re both my protectors. I feel like, if I only slept with one of you, it would throw off the dynamic.”
“So you want us both… for the dynamic?” Wonwoo clarifies.
“That sounds horrible,” you groan. “I’m still sleepy- look, I’m attracted to both of you, I care about you both in different ways. Please don’t make me choose.”
You watch Mingyu and Wonwoo exchange a look again, but this time Wonwoo sighs and Mingyu shrugs.
“I won’t step on your toes,” Mingyu promises, addressing the vampire.
Wonwoo releases another exasperated breath. “If anyone knew I was agreeing to share a bed with a dog-”
“He’s a werewolf, don’t be rude,” you chastize, nudging Wonwoo in the ribs.
“Dude, you’ve already seen me naked,” Mingyu points out, and your heart nearly lurches out of your chest.
“What?”
“He carried me in the other night, after the full moon. I woke up in the bath and he was practically grooming me.”
Your eyes shift to Wonwoo in shock and he downplays it with a shrug. “I told you, I don’t like dirt on the sheets.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure we’re about to make a mess of this bedding,” Mingyu says, voice lowering as he steps closer.
“I don’t care,” you breathe. “Enough talk.”
“Whatever you say, princess,” Mingyu grins, leaning down and grabbing your jaw. He brings his lips to yours and you immediately groan, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. He’s so warm and big, there’s a muskiness to his scent, but it doesn’t remind you of dog. It reminds you of the forest, of sanctuary, and it makes you lean in even more as Mingyu kisses your breath away.
Wonwoo shifts beside you, his hands fanning up and down your arms, then, you feel a second set of lips on your shoulder.
Your sleeping shirt has shifted down a little, allowing Wonwoo to have full access to your skin. Each cold kiss is a contrast to Mingyu’s warmth, and it makes you shiver between your two large protectors.
It seems Wonwoo’s the one with less patience out of the two men, which is something you’re not expecting as he grabs the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it off your body.
You’d not been wearing a bra to bed, and your nipples pebble at the cool air of the room when they’re newly exposed. You groan when two hands grab your breasts, one hot, one cold. It seems both men have a thing for tits, and you can’t say you’re mad about it as they begin to massage you, drawing even more sounds of pleasure from your lips.
It’s Wonwoo who pinches your nipple first and you gasp against Mingyu’s mouth, breaking the kiss to turn and look at Wonwoo over your shoulder. He kisses you deeply, his free hand grabbing the back of your head to draw you close.
You get so lost in Wonwoo that you don’t realize Mingyu has adjusted until wet, hot lips wrap around one of your nipples.
You whimper loudly, pulling away from Wonwoo to look down at Mingyu. His eyes are closed and he groans as he begins to suck diligently on your sensitive bud, his tongue lapping at you in a way you’ve never quite experienced.
“Shit,” you moan, threading your fingers through Mingyu’s hair.
“I’m getting tired of his smell,” Wonwoo sighs beside you. “I know a way to cover it up.”
Mingyu pulls off your nipple, confusion written on his face.
“You both trust me, right?” the vampire asks, looking between you and the wolf.
“Yes?” you offer, not sure what else to say.
“Y/N, lay on the edge of the bed, Mingyu you’re on the ground below,” Wonwoo instructs.
You exchange a glance with Mingyu, but he shrugs, following through. Wonwoo helps you to the edge of the bed, adjusting so he’s behind you, your smaller body between his legs, ensnared.
“Take her shorts off,” Wonwoo instructs, and Mingyu’s even quicker to follow through with that command than the first.
You release a shuddery breath as your silky shorts are dragged down your legs, leaving you completely exposed to the two men.
Wonwoo’s hand wraps around your body, his fingers seeking out your clit.
You groan as he begins to stroke the sensitive bud, his lips tracing kisses along your throat. “Be good for us,” Wonwoo warns, his digits easily pushing into your wet core.
You whimper, shifting in his embrace. Wonwoo’s free hand braces across your chest, grabbing your breast and pinching at your nipple.
A quiver shakes through your thighs, and when you look down at Mingyu, you find him watching each movement with extreme interest.
Two of Wonwoo’s fingers begin to work open your pussy, and he begins to crook them up toward your gspot, making your legs shake even more.
“Have you ever squirted before?” Wonwoo asks, breath hot along your ear.
It feels so odd to be hearing him speak to you in this context, but at the same time, it feels so right.
“I’ve never-” you shake your head, swallowing thickly as your words get caught in your throat.
“Good, then we’ll be your first,” Wonwoo smirks against your neck. “You’ll feel pressure, don’t try to fight it, just let your body do what it’s going to do, okay?”
“Okay.” You nod.
Wonwoo presses one more kiss to your shoulder before his hand begins to move again. He expertly thrusts his fingers up to that special spot, and within seconds you can hear the wetness of your pussy with each movement.
Mingyu gets closer, and he’s on his knees now. He’s looking between your pussy, your breasts and your face, as if he can’t quite decide what to focus on.
“Gonna squirt on your wolf, make him smell like you, mark him the way wolves usually mark their mates,” Wonwoo tells you, his voice low in your ear.
You whimper at his words, skin beginning to tingle as pleasure unlike anything else builds in the pit of your stomach.
“Rub your clit for me,” Wonwoo commands next. “I think you’re just about ready for it.”
Your hand is shaking as you bring it between your thighs, gently drawing circles on your sensitive bud as Wonwoo continues to work your pussy, his motions getting even faster, and harder-
You groan desperately, throwing your head back against Wonwoo’s shoulder as a powerful release overtakes you. It’s like a pressure on your abdomen, but it’s so delightful at the same time, your body overwhelmed by it all.
You can’t open your eyes, can’t do anything but rub your clit as Wonwoo makes you feel something you’ve never felt.
You’re aware of a wetness between your thighs, but you can’t bring yourself to care as Wonwoo continues to work the pleasure out of you.
Finally, he’s tearing his fingers out of you, only to land a gentle smack to your pussy that has you yelping and shaking.
The moment his hand is gone, it’s replaced with a mouth, and your entire body jolts, eyes snapping open to see Mingyu between your thighs. He grabs at you, keeping you steady as his tongue pushes into your tight pussy, lapping at the walls that Wonwoo had just ravaged with his fingers.
The werewolf sucks your clit into his mouth and your body shakes, chest heaving-
Squirting hadn’t felt like an orgasm per se, it had been an entirely unique experience. It was pleasurable, and amazing, but the build up hadn’t been like that of a vibrator or the like- but what Mingyu’s doing to you is familiar. You can feel the coil tightening in the pit of your stomach as he ravages your pussy.
You love how messy he’s being, how sloppy- his tongue is everywhere, in the best possible way.
“Gyu-” you whimper, reaching one hand down to tangle in his hair. You don’t want him to move, don’t want him to go anywhere- your muscles are already tensing in anticipation of the orgasm he’s going to give you, and you’ll be damned if you miss out on it.
“He feels good?” Wonwoo asks in your ear.
“So good.”
“I’ll give it to the wolf, he knows how to eat.”
There’s something about the deepness of Wonwoo’s voice, the sinful context of what he’s saying- it’s the last straw you need to fall over the edge. Your muscles tense incredibly tight before snapping, pleasure flowing through you like a river.
“Fuck!” you whimper, beginning to thrash- only for both men to hold you down. It’s clear they’re not going to let you run away from the feeling, and they keep you where they want you while Mingyu eats you through your high.
Your entire body is on fire with the pleasure, and you can feel it in every fiber of your being. It’s all consuming, in the best way.
You’re crying by the time Mingyu releases you, pulling away from your pussy. He stares up at you with dark eyes, and when he stands, you notice your squirt dripping down his chest. He’s covered in you, in your scent, and you realize why Wonwoo had wanted foreplay to be like this. Now, all either of them will smell is you, and you think they prefer it this way.
“How are we going to do this?” Mingyu asks, voice gruff, his cock straining against his boxers.
“We’ll take turns,” Wonwoo says factually, beginning to massage your breasts again. “As much as I think we’d all enjoy double penetration, I don’t want to break her. That’s something we’ll have to work up to.”
Mingyu nods. “Turns.”
“I’ll go first,” Wonwoo sighs, kissing your throat. “I’m not as into a mess as you are.”
Mingyu groans, but he doesn’t fight it.
“Because you’re both being good,” the vampire continues, “y/n, you can straddle Mingyu and I’ll fuck you from behind while you both toy with each other.”
“Please be fast,” Mingyu begs, “I don’t know how much I can hold off.”
“You’ll have to,” Wonwoo counters. “Only good dogs get treats.”
An expression blooms across the werewolf features, it’s a mix of lust, annoyance and confusion. You can tell he’s turned on by what Wonwoo just said, but there’s a lack of connection between the feeling, and the logistics that are probably running through Mingyu’s mind.
Unlocking new kinks is always confusing, but that’s not something you dwell on as you becon Mingyu to get onto the bed.
He lays down and you’re quick to grab his boxers, dragging them down in record speed.
Fuck, Mingyu’s huge- it makes you drool. “I want to suck him off,” you whimper.
Mingyu groans deeply. “Fuck.”
“You can do whatever you want,” Wonwoo coos as you get into position, on your knees, looking down at Mingyu’s massive cock.
You grab the base, pumping it gently and looking up at Mingyu, who shifts desperately against the sheets.
He grabs the blanket, and you can tell he’s already close- you kind of love having this power over him. If the act of eating you out is enough to make him close to exploding- well, you wonder what sucking him off will do.
Two hands smooth across your ass, and then you feel Wonwoo’s cock swiping between your pussy lips.
“Fuck,” Mingyu groans, threading his fingers through your hair. “Can you… can you put it in your mouth?”
“You better not cum down her throat without asking permission first,” Wonwoo warns.
“I won’t, fuck, I won’t,” Mingyu whimpers, guiding you gently to his cock.
You lick at the head of it first, getting a better gauge for his size.
Mingyu shakes beneath you, hips twitching. You can sense he’s at war with himself, part of him clearly wants to apply pressure to your head and force you to take him, but another part is trying to be respectful of you. You wonder if this clash between animalistic and human sides is a result of the recent full moon-
Wonwoo’s cock slips into your wet core and you groan deeply, sinking more of your mouth onto Mingyu, who echoes your sound of pleasure.
You begin to suck on the werewolf’s tip as Wonwoo starts to slowly thrust into you, giving you more and more of his cock until he’s flush to your ass.
“That’s it,” Wonwoo groans, grabbing your hips. “Taking us both so good.”
The praise makes your entire body vibrate with energy, and you moan around Mingyu’s cock, sucking him deeper into your mouth until he’s practically hitting the back of your throat.
“Fuck, fuck-” Mingyu is straining now and you can feel it.
“Almost looks like boytoy is going to pop before he even gets a chance at your pussy,” Wonwoo chuckles.
“No!” Mingyu blurts, “I’ll be good, just, fuck, hurry up!”
Wonwoo might not be the nicest in bed, but you are, and you pull off Mingyu’s cock, stroking it. “Take some breaths,” you tell him, resting your cheek against his thigh.
Mingyu begins to take audible gasps as he focuses on slowing himself down. You stroke him languidly, taking your time as Wonwoo’s pace increases behind you.
“You’re too nice to him,” Wonwoo groans, gripping your hips harder as he rails into you.
“Fuck, one of us has to be,” you whimper, closing your eyes so you can focus on the pleasure that’s beginning to surge through you.
“This isn’t good cop bad cop,” Wonwoo points out.
“True, but I’m also not a sadistic dom like you are,” you fire back with a moan.
You hear Wonwoo chuckle. “I guess that’s true.”
He adjusts slightly, and now, each thrust has him hitting a spot deep inside of you. “Kind of want you to cum again,” Wonwoo admits. “Can you do that for me?”
“I don’t-”
“Three times isn’t that bad,” Wonwoo points out. “Besides, Mingyu’s going to pop the moment he’s inside of you, so it’s not like he’ll make you cum.”
That’s a very good point, you realize, and you slip your hand between your thighs, rubbing your clit.
Your pussy clenches tight around Wonwoo from the stimulus and you both groan.
“That’s it,” Wonwoo breathes. “Squeezing me so well.”
Mingyu groans above you, Wonwoo’s dirty talk doing as much to turn him on as you.
“Rub harder,” Wonwoo commands, and you do as you’re told, whimpering from how good it feels. “Mingyu, tell her how good she is, the sooner she cums, the sooner you cum.”
“Fuck, baby, you’re so good!” Mingyu blurts out immediately. “Your mouth, your hand- fuck, I can’t imagine how your pussy is going to feel, oh my god-”
His hand flexes in the bed sheets and Wonwoo chuckles.
“Cum for us, please, I need to feel you,” Mingyu begs desperately.
Your core is throbbing from his words, throbbing from how well Wonwoo is fucking you.
“She’s close,” the vampire muses. “Her perfect pussy is just sucking me right back in.”
Mingyu lets out a strangled sound, and the noise is enough to throw you over the edge.
Nothing in your life has ever been as sexy as this moment. Two strong men, one begging and whining while the other dominates. You, caught between them both, the source of their torment and their pleasure. They’re opposites, in temperament as well as being, after all, werewolves and vampires have historically never gotten along- but they agree about you, and right now, that’s all that matters.
Your core clamps down on Wonwoo’s cock, squeezing him desperately as your orgasm overcomes you.
Your hand motion on Mingyu’s cock stops, body too overcome by the feeling of cumming to pay attention to anything else.
Moans and whimpers escape you, your eyes clenched shut as waves of pleasure surge through your body. Wonwoo fucks you through it, and then he releases a small gasp, his thrusts coming to a stop. You can feel his cum filling you up as he gives three more shallow efforts of movement.
You’re both breathing hard, and before you can even fully recuperate, Mingyu’s tugging at you. “My turn,” he says desperately.
Wonwoo laughs, and you can only whimper as one cock pulls out of you. Mingyu is quick to drag you up his body, and then, his own length is entering your core, stretching out your pussy unlike anything you’ve ever felt.
You moan desperately, burying your face against Mingyu’s throat.
“I’ve got you,” he says, wrapping his arms around you as he begins to fuck up into you. “Fuck, so good, shit-”
He’s definitely not going to last long, so you do your best to focus on how good he feels. You can’t even bring yourself to care that his chest is sticky and covered in your squirt, in fact, the sinful aspect kind of turns you on even more.
Your core is still throbbing from your orgasm with Wonwoo, and each time your pussy contracts around the new, large intrusion, Mingyu gasps. His breath is hot against your throat, arms strong around your body as he holds you, fucking up into you like a wild man.
“Shit, shit, shit-”
“Cum for me,” you tell him, nuzzling against his jaw. “You’ve been a good boy, let go.”
Mingyu releases a strangled sound, and then he’s squeezing you tight, filling your pussy completely as he cums deep inside of you.
It feels good in his embrace. You’re not being crushed, instead, it feels like a protective weighted blanket, and he’s so warm too- God, you could fall asleep right like this, right now, his massive cock still buried to the hilt in your wet, throbbing pussy.
Mingyu’s heart is racing in his chest, and you’re both breathing heavily, but slowly he releases you.
“Take her to the shower, I’ll clean this all up,” Wonwoo’s voice draws you out of your daze.
“Can’t we just sleep?” Mingyu groans.
“You werewolves and the most unclean people I’ve ever met,” Wonwoo snaps, and you feel Mingyu sink beneath you, dejected.
“Come on, Gyu, a shower would be nice,” you encourage him, pressing kisses against his throat.
“Okay,” Mingyu sighs.
He stands a moment later, cradling you in his arms as he takes you to the bathroom. The two of you begin to wash each other, careful of all the cum. He’s so soft with you, so gentle, and you’ve never been this relaxed.
When you’re both clean, you go back to your room, collapsing onto your bed. Wonwoo sits on one side of you, Mingyu on the other. The werewolf tugs you to his chest, being your big spoon while your hand is in Wonwoo’s lap.
“Sleep with us,” you urge him.
“I can’t, but you two should get some rest,” Wonwoo sighs.
You’re so exhausted you can’t even find it within yourself to argue, and moments later, you’re falling asleep, basking in the warmth of the man behind you, and the comfort of your vampire protector watching guard.
Eight:
Wonwoo’s thoughts are turbulent as you and Mingyu sleep next to him. The sex had been amazing, and shockingly enough, Wonwoo hadn’t quite minded having the werewolf there. It’s clear that Mingyu is good for you, and at the end of the day, your wellbeing trumps Wonwoo’s own possessive tendencies.
He’s not one to dwell on things, so Wonwoo reaches for the ancestral diary on your bedside table. It’s not a recipe or spell book, so you’ve not spent a lot of time going through it, but Wonwoo just need something to distract himself.
It’s only hours later when Wonwoo comes across a specific passage that makes him stop. It’s the first mention of the Daylighter potion he’s seen anywhere, and he continues to read, eager for the recipe.
‘The potion was supposed to cure sun affliction, and it did, but the concoction did more than that. It cured the vampirism as a whole. My protector, my guardian, now but a man. Powerless as a babe, but as fierce as he’s ever been. No other vampire would want this, so I’ve torn out the page with the ingredients. This potion, perhaps, is best left in history. No one should have the power to cure vampirism, least of all the witches. This could shift the tides in a war that’s been lasting centuries. The witches should not have this power, nor should the wolves or the demons. No one should have this power. The Daylighter potion was a success, but it was also the worst thing I’ve ever created. May the Goddess forgive me for this abuse of power.’
Wonwoo rereads the passage five times before he puts the book aside, trying to steady himself.
This whole time- they’d assumed the potion would cure a vampire’s weakness to sun. No one ever considered that the Daylighter potion might cure vampirism all together.
Wonwoo had wanted the potion so he could protect you day or night, but how could he protect you if he was a mortal?
If he was a mortal… if he was like you and Mingyu, could he grow old with you?
But… what use would growing old with you be if he could never keep you safe?
Wonwoo’s overcome with emotion as he stares down at you and Mingyu.
This was never an outcome he’d expected, and he’s not sure how you’ll react.
The vampire decides not to tell you about this information. He decides to simply be there for you as long as you want him. He decides to let you sleep, unburdened by the discovery he’s just made. And finally, Wonwoo decides that you are more important than him being a Daylighter. He’ll choose the eternal night with you over the sunshine, and it’s his own choice to make.
Wonwoo doesn’t know who he is if he’s not your protector, so he decides that’s exactly what he’ll continue to be.
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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ➙ You're a top student in Professor Jeon Wonwoo’s class, but being brilliant doesn’t make you immune to distractions. Especially when one distraction is the infuriatingly perfect Kim Mingyu, your academic rival, and the other is your enigmatic, dangerous professor.
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You hated group work. Especially in Professor Jeon Wonwoo’s AnaPhy class.
Not because of him — although his cool, unreadable face did things to your stomach that you’d never admit — but because of the fact that he always, always, paired you with Kim Mingyu. “Top students,” Professor Jeon said evenly as he laid down the stack of lab sheets, “should be able to push each other further.”
You wanted to argue. Mingyu wanted to smirk. And the rest of the class wanted to watch you both rip each other apart. Today was the musculoskeletal lab. Models of skeletons lined the benches, and half-dissected cadavers rested under white sheets on the side. The air smelled like chemicals and sterilizer, cold enough to raise goosebumps on your arms.
“Ms. L/N, Mr. Kim,” Professor Jeon’s low voice cut through the hum. “Identify the structures of the forearm. Correct labeling. Ten minutes.” He stood with arms crossed, glasses catching the light, his gaze sharp and expectant.
You swallowed, grabbing a marker, but Mingyu leaned in first. His broad shoulder brushed yours as he bent over the model. “Radius,” he said smoothly, sketching the line, “ulna. Distal ends here.” “Obvious,” you muttered, snatching the marker from his hand. “You didn’t even mark the styloid process. Sloppy.”
Mingyu tilted his head, grin tugging at his lips. “Careful. Your voice gets higher when you’re nervous.” You glared at him, heat climbing up your neck and noticed Professor Jeon’s eyes flick from your flushed face to the way Mingyu loomed over you. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly before he spoke.
“Correct her, if she’s wrong,” Wonwoo said calmly, but the edge in his tone was impossible to miss. “I would,” Mingyu drawled, leaning even closer, “if she ever was.” The marker squeaked under your hand as you labeled faster, sharper, determined to prove him wrong. Every muscle in your body was tight, every nerve lit up — not just from the rivalry, but from the way both men’s eyes seemed locked on you. One challenging, one unreadable.
When the timer beeped, you stepped back, chest heaving. Wonwoo approached silently. His presence was overwhelming up close, the faint scent of his perfume, the steady line of his throat as he looked over your work.
He traced the marker lines with a long finger. Paused at the carpal bones. Then at your messy handwriting. “Accurate,” he said finally. “But rushed.”
Your throat went dry. Mingyu smirked beside you. “Told you. Nervous.” You snapped, “At least I didn’t forget the styloid process.”
Professor Jeon’s eyes flicked between you two — sharp, assessing — before he set the sheet down. “Both of you stay after class,” he said simply. “We need to talk about focus.”
—
By the time the rest of the students filed out, your pulse was racing. Mingyu lounged against the lab bench like he owned it, stretching his long legs. You stood stiff, hands gripping your notes. Professor Jeon shut the door. The click echoed.
He turned, gaze steady, tone unreadable. “You’re brilliant students. But brilliance without discipline is wasted. If you’re too busy distracting each other-” “She’s distracting me,” Mingyu cuts in smoothly, eyes sliding over you with deliberate slowness.
Your jaw dropped. “Excuse me?” Wonwoo’s expression didn’t change. But the silence stretched a moment too long, thick enough to make your skin prickle. Finally, he adjusted his glasses. “Control yourselves. Or I’ll have no choice but to separate you.”
Your stomach flipped at the way he said it, like he knew separation would feel like punishment. Like he’d already seen too much.
The thing about Anatomy and Physiology was that it wasn’t just memorization. It was endless hours of tracing nerves, muscles, vessels, all of them winding through the body like maps you had to learn by heart. You hated that Mingyu always seemed one step ahead at all classes. He breezed through diagrams, scribbled answers in perfect handwriting, and then leaned back in his chair like it was nothing.
But after the lab incident, Professor Jeon’s words wouldn’t leave your head. Brilliance without discipline is wasted. So you did something you swore you wouldn’t: you booked an appointment during his office hours.
His office smelled faintly of coffee and the faint tang of old books. Dim afternoon light cut across the shelves stacked with models of the human skeleton, diagrams pinned neatly to corkboards. “Miss L/N,” Professor Jeon said when you slipped inside. His voice was calm, even, but his eyes lifted from his papers with an intensity that made your chest tighten. “What can I help you with?”
You swallowed. “The brachial plexus. I.. keep mixing up the branches.” A faint twitch of his lips. Not quite a smile. “Common mistake.” He stood, a tall frame unfolding with unhurried grace. “Sit.” You perched on the edge of the chair by his desk, heart hammering. He pulled a diagram from the shelf, leaning over you as he set it down. His sleeve brushed your arm.
Focus, you told yourself.
His finger traced the thick nerves branching down the arm. “Roots. Trunks. Divisions. Cords. Branches,” he murmured, voice low, deliberate. “Say it back.” You repeated it, stumbling once. His eyes flicked to yours, sharp, then softened, just slightly. “Good,” he said quietly. “Better.”
The room felt too warm. His presence was overwhelming: the subtle perfume, the steady tempo of his voice, the heat radiating from where he stood so close.
“Professor” you started, but your throat closed. “Yes?”
Your gaze caught on the line of his throat, the adam’s apple, the faint shadow of his jaw. You tore your eyes away, pulse racing. “Nothing.” For a heartbeat, silence. “You need to stop letting Kim Mingyu get under your skin,” he said, tone measured. “He distracts you.”
You bristled. “He doesn’t distract me.” His eyebrow lifted, skepticism etched in every line of his face. She’s distracting me. Mingyu’s voice from the lab replayed in your head, and you flushed hot. Wonwoo’s jaw flexed. He leaned in closer, one hand braced on the chair arm beside you, lowering his voice.
“Then why are you blushing now?” Your breath caught.
For a long, unbearable moment, the only sound was your pulse pounding in your ears. His eyes lingered on your lips, your throat, back up to your eyes — before he suddenly straightened, dragging in a sharp breath.
“Review the chart again,” he said curtly, stepping back. His voice was steady, but his hand curled tight into a fist at his side. You bent over the page, scribbling nonsense just to hide your shaking hands.
This is wrong.
Wonwoo knew it the moment he leaned down, the moment her scent hit him, warm and distracting in a way no student ever should be. The way her voice caught. The way her pulse jumped in her throat when he challenged her.
He should’ve stepped back immediately. Should’ve drawn the line.
But her lips had parted like she was about to say something else — something dangerous — and for one terrifying, exhilarating second, he wanted to hear it. He forced himself to breathe, to pull away, to pretend like his body wasn’t wound tight with restraint.
This can’t happen, he told himself. Not with her. Not with any of my students.
And yet, when she left his office that evening, the image of her flushed face haunted him long.
—
The cafeteria was loud that afternoon, chatter echoing between the steel counters and clatter of trays. But you barely heard any of it, staring down at your untouched food, replaying the moment in Wonwoo’s office like a broken tape.
“Are you sick or just dramatically fasting?” Seokmin’s voice jolted you back to reality. He dropped his tray beside yours with his usual sunshine grin, already digging into his rice. You forced a laugh. “Neither.”
He squinted at you, leaning his chin on his hand. “You’re acting weird, Y/N. Don’t tell me Kim Mingyu’s finally gotten under your skin. The guy doesn’t shut up about how smarty-pants he is” You rolled your eyes. “It’s not about him”
“Mm-hm.” Seokmin dragged out the sound, clearly not convinced. “Then why did you nearly stab your notebook with your pen during lecture? And why do you look like someone just stole your favourite chair?” Heat crept up your neck. If only he knew. Not Mingyu. Not really.
You picked at your food, hoping he’d drop it, but of course Seokmin didn’t. “Hey, you know I don’t mind your competition thing with Mingyu. It’s fun watching you two bicker like an old married couple.” You choked on air. “We are not-” “I said like,” he cut in, grinning. “Relax. I’m just saying, maybe you’re too focused on proving yourself against him. You’re burning yourself out.”
The words hit a little too close. Seokmin thought it was about Mingyu. He couldn’t possibly know it was about the way Professor Jeon leaned in too close, the way his voice had dropped, the way your pulse had betrayed you. “I’ll be fine,” you said, quieter than intended.
Seokmin studied you for a second, his easy smile softening. Then he reached over and stole one of your fries. “Good. But seriously, if you pass out mid-class, I’m not carrying you. I’ll just tell our Professors you donated your body to science early.”
“Seokmin!” He cackled, and despite yourself, you laughed too. But when his voice blended back into the cafeteria noise, your mind slipped away again. To a pair of glasses catching the light. To a voice that still echoed in your head.
You’d like to believe you were good at ignoring distractions. It’s what got you this far, after all, top two in the program, unyielding in your focus, sharp enough to match Kim Mingyu blow for blow when it came to grades. But Professor Jeon Wonwoo was proving to be a distraction of an entirely different kind.
His class was supposed to be simple: absorb, study, ace. Instead, every lecture seemed to turn into a battlefield against your own impulses. The way he leaned against the desk with rolled-up sleeves, veins mapped across his forearms as he gestured toward the skeletal model. The way his voice dipped low when he explained muscle groups, like a secret meant for you alone. The way his eyes sometimes — just sometimes — lingered too long when you answered correctly.
Today was no different.
“Good,” Wonwoo said as you closed your notebook after reciting the correct origin and insertion of a muscle group he’d thrown at you without warning. There was the slightest tug at the corner of his mouth, something that could almost be called a smile if it weren’t so restrained.
“Thank you, professor,” you replied, trying not to sound breathless when really, the heat at the back of your neck betrayed you. You didn’t catch it, but Wonwoo did: the way your throat bobbed when you swallowed, the way your hands fidgeted with your pen as if to tether yourself to composure.
Control yourself, he told himself sternly, masking it behind the click of his pen as he moved to the next student. She’s your student. That’s the line. And yet his gaze kept pulling back to you like iron filings to a magnet.
The class ended, and Mingyu was quick to stride up beside you, all tall limbs and irritating charm. “Going for the top one this semester too, Y/N?” His smirk was all teeth, sharp and provoking. “As if you’ll give me a chance,” you shot back. It was familiar banter you’d grown accustomed to.
But the weight of another gaze trailed after you as you slung your bag over your shoulder and left the room. Wonwoo’s.
—
That was how you ended up here. Alone.
You’d forgotten a folder in the classroom and when you slipped back inside, the room was already dark except for the pale wash of the desk lamp over his notes. Wonwoo didn’t look surprised to see you; if anything, he looked expectant. “You left something?” His voice was quiet, low.
“Yeah,” you muttered, crossing the rows to your desk. You grabbed the folder, hugged it to your chest. You should have left. You really, really should have left. Instead, you hovered. “Professor.. do you ever get tired of holding back?”
It slipped out before you could stop it. Maybe you meant academically. Maybe you didn’t. Wonwoo set his pen down with deliberate care, fingers folding together as he leaned back in his chair. For a long moment, silence thickened between you, the kind that thrummed in your chest and made your knees weak.
“Y/N,” he said finally, your name almost a warning, almost a plea. “You don’t know what you’re asking.” “Don’t I?” you whispered.
Her eyes pinned Wonwoo in place. Wide, daring, a little reckless. He saw that look before, in competitions, in the rare students who wanted to test how far they could go. But this wasn’t about academics. This was hunger, simmering at the edge of propriety.
He should have shut it down. He should have told her to leave. Instead, Wonwoo stood.
The space between you dissolved in two strides. His hand caught your wrist, not rough, but enough to stop you from retreating. Your breath caught, heart ricocheting against your ribs. “This is dangerous,” he murmured. “Then stop,” you challenged.
But he didn’t.
His mouth found yours with a restraint so frayed it hurt. You gasped against him, folder slipping from your arms and thudding to the floor as his other hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face just right so he could drink from you deeper. The taste of him was maddening — clean, warm, edged with the faint bitterness of coffee.
Your back met the desk before you realised he’d walked you there. Papers scattered, pens clattered to the floor, but neither of you cared. His hands framed your waist, not wandering yet, but holding you there like he was terrified you might vanish if he let go. “Say it,” he rasped against your lips. “Say you want this.”
“I want this,” you breathed, nails curling into the fabric of his shirt. “I want you.”
—
Clothes were tugged, shifted, discarded in messy haste. The cool air of the classroom prickled your skin as he lifted you onto the desk, pushing your skirt higher, pressing his hips between your thighs like it was the only place he belonged.
His mouth broke from yours only long enough to trail down the line of your throat, teeth grazing, tongue soothing, as though he couldn’t decide whether to worship you or ruin you. “Wonwoo-” your voice hitched as his hand slid down, knuckles brushing the inside of your thigh.
He hissed through his teeth. “Fuck. You’re wet” He cut himself off, forehead pressing against yours as if grounding himself. “I really shouldn’t do this,” he muttered, almost too low to hear, fishing into his bag like a man possessed.”Shouldn’t but you could..” A foil packet glinted in the lamplight in his hands.
Then he was back, pressing against you, sheathed now, heavy and hot where you ached most. “Last chance,” he warned, though his hands trembled against your waist.
“Don’t stop,” you begged.
—
When he finally pushed into you, the air tore from your lungs. It was too much and not enough all at once, the stretch making your nails claw at his shoulders through his shirt. Wonwoo’s jaw clenched, a groan dragged from deep in his chest as he buried himself to you.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he cursed, voice breaking. “You feel- god, you feel so good.”
He set a rhythm, measured at first, controlled, like every other aspect of him. But the more you moaned his name, the more your legs trembled around his waist, the more his restraint disappear. His hips slammed harder, his breath grew ragged against your ear.
Every thrust rattled the desk beneath you, papers crumpling under your grip. Every snap of his hips pulled broken moans from your throat, the kind you’d never let anyone else hear. “You drive me insane,” Wonwoo ground out, teeth scraping your shoulder. “Do you know how hard I’ve tried.. how long have I held back?” You kissed him desperately, swallowing his groans, answering with your own: “Then don’t hold back anymore.”
That was it.. the last thread snapping.
Her words unmade him. Every ounce of discipline Wonwoo built, every wall, every reminder that she was off-limits, it all crumbled. She was beneath him, around him, clinging to him like he was the only man in the world, and for once, he let himself believe it.
“Shit Y/N” Wonwoo’s voice cracked as he pound into her, faster now, lost in the heat, in the way she clenched around him like she never wanted to let go.
He was done for. And he didn’t care.
—
Your release tore through you with a cry, body arching into him, nails dragging down his back as you shattered. He followed right after, groaning your name like a prayer, hips stuttering as he spilled into the condom. The silence after was deafening. Only your gasps filled the air, the lamp still burning over the mess of notes and papers.
Wonwoo braced himself on his forearms, forehead resting against yours. His breath shook. “This never happened,” he whispered, though his lips brushed yours like he couldn’t stop. But the way his eyes softened, the way his hand lingered at your cheek, said the opposite.
This had happened.
And it was only the beginning.
Seokmin had to drag you out of your dorm. Literally. “Y/N, come on,” he groaned, tugging at your wrist while you clutched your review notes like a lifeline. “It’s Chan’s birthday. The man only turns 21 once.” “I have readings,” you protested weakly, heels digging into the hallway floor.
“You also have eye bags deeper than the Mariana Trench,” he shot back, giving you one of his grins. “Besides, it’s not just our block. Everyone’s going. Business people, engineering people, even some from other unis. You need to socialise for once in your life.”
You gave him your sharpest glare. “I socialise.” Seokmin raised an eyebrow. “With cadavers?” That earned him a smack to the arm, but you didn’t resist when he tugged you toward the waiting Grab outside.
—
The ‘party’ turned out to be less of a party, more chaotic house invasion. Chan’s rooftop space throbbed with bass, neon lights flickered across sweaty bodies, and the air was thick with a mix of cheap vodka and perfume. You’d barely stepped in before someone shoved a red cup into your hand.
“Y/N!” Chan himself appeared, flushed and grinning, arms thrown wide. “You came!” “Against my will,” you muttered, but he just laughed and pulled you into a hug that reeked of tequila. Seokmin had already melted into the crowd, chatting with practically everyone in sight. That left you by the drink table, scanning the room, when your stomach dropped.
Kim Mingyu.
Of course he was here. Tall, unfairly handsome even under neon lights, shirt unbuttoned just enough to make you furious. And worse — he wasn’t alone.
Some girl from another department was pressed against him, his mouth hot on hers, their bodies flush like they’d done this a hundred times. The sight shouldn’t have burned. But it did. You looked away so fast you almost spilled your drink. “Rough view, huh?” a voice said beside you.
You turned to see someone else from your block — Minghao, grinning knowingly as he leaned against the table. “Don’t take it personally. Mingyu flirts with everything that breathes.” “I don’t care,” you lied instantly.
Minghao’s grin widened. “Sure.” He lifted his cup in salute before disappearing back into the crowd. You drained half your drink in one gulp.
Somewhere between Chan trying to dance on a table and Seungkwan shoving karaoke mics into people’s hands, you found yourself loosening up. Laughing even. Your cheeks warm with alcohol and neon light. But every time you caught sight of Mingyu across the room — talking to people in a very flirtatious way — you felt that same sting.
And worse: every time you blinked, you remembered Wonwoo’s mouth on yours, the way his voice broke when he moaned your name. Between the two, you didn’t know which distraction was going to ruin you first.
—
The thing about parties was that Mingyu knew exactly how to play them. Smile easy. Laugh loud. Let the girls or guys line up, let the drinks keep flowing. He didn’t have to think too hard when someone leaned in for a kiss — muscle memory at this point. But tonight, something tugged at him. He felt it the moment she walked in.
Y/N. Dragged in by Seokmin, looking like she’d rather dissect another cadaver than stand under neon lights. Still, even in the chaos — the music, the bodies, the heat — Mingyu’s gaze locked on her like gravity.
She looked different here. Out of place, sure, but also, soft. The harsh focus she always wore in the lab was gone, replaced with wide eyes scanning the crowd, lips pressed in irritation as she clutched her drink. Mingyu’s mouth curved automatically. Even pissed off, she made his chest do that annoying thing.
He kissed the girl in front of him harder, just to shut it up. But when he opened his eyes mid-kiss, they betrayed him — sliding past the girl’s face, straight to Y/N by the drink table. She was staring. Just for a second. And then she looked away so fast he almost laughed.
He should’ve turned back to the girl, should’ve drowned himself in distraction, but he couldn’t stop stealing glances. Every time Y/N shifted, every time her hair caught the neon glow, his focus wavered.
You tried to focus on the textbook, tried to make your pen move along the lines of notes you were supposed to take, but your thoughts betrayed you. Every time Wonwoo passed by the desk, even just to adjust a projector or collect some papers, your chest clenched. It wasn’t just attraction, it was that mix of danger and fascination that made your stomach twist in knots.
He leaned over slightly to adjust the angle of your screen, and you caught a whiff of his perfume — something warm and musky that made your knees weaken without warning. Your eyes flicked to his, catching the way his jaw tensed, the way his dark eyes softened just a fraction when they landed on you. You swallowed hard, realising just how aware he was of your attention.
You shook your head subtly, trying to shove the thoughts away. The memory in the lecture room a week ago. He’s your professor, keep it professional. But the way he hovered near you, the way his fingers brushed against yours when handing over a pen or a sheet of paper.. it wasn’t accidental. You were painfully aware of it. Every movement he made seemed designed to drive you closer to the edge of something you weren’t ready to name.
You tried to focus on the notes again, but your pen felt heavy in your hand. Your body hummed with tension, a subtle heat pooling between your thighs that you couldn’t ignore. And all the while, Wonwoo’s gaze followed you. Not leering , not entirely, but there was something there, something that told you he was aware of what he was doing to you, and perhaps, what you were doing to him.
He straightened, moving back to the front of the classroom, and for a moment, you let yourself breathe. But the look he gave you as he passed — slow, deliberate, lingering — was enough to make you ache. He’s playing with me, you thought, the frustration coiling in your stomach. And you’re letting him.
By the end of the lecture, your notes were half-finished. Your mind was full of flashes of him, how his shirt clung to his shoulders, his necktie and glasses, the subtle way he crossed his legs, the low tone of his voice when he corrected another student. You wanted to tell yourself it was harmless. You wanted to tell yourself that this was just tension, just something passing. But you knew it wasn’t.
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Mingyu watched from the other side of the room, pretending to focus on the lecture notes that seemed to blur together. But his attention wasn’t on the words, it never had been. It was on you. Always on you.
He noticed how your fingers lingered on your pen, how your eyes darted up to Wonwoo every few seconds. And he noticed Wonwoo noticing. The way the professor leaned slightly closer when explaining something to you, the way his gaze softened, even when he tried to hide it. Mingyu felt a sharp pang of something he didn’t quite want to name.
He leaned back in his chair, keeping his voice low as he muttered notes to himself. He couldn’t let Wonwoo see the way he was burning up inside. Not here, not now. But the sight of you like this — so aware of every subtle touch, so caught in the pull between them — made Mingyu’s body tense. He could imagine what it would be like to step closer, to take you from both the tension and the restraint that seemed to suffocate you.
And he would. Soon. He would make sure you knew, make sure you felt what he was feeling. Mingyu let his eyes trace the curve of your jaw, the gentle slope of your neck, and the way your hair fell perfectly against your shoulders. His fingers itched to touch you, to prove that he wasn’t just watching, that he wasn’t going to stay silent while Wonwoo toyed with your attention.
You’re mine, he thought quietly, his chest tightening. And he doesn’t even know it yet.
Mingyu shifted slightly in his seat, pretending to adjust his notebook, but his gaze never left you. Every small laugh, every subtle sigh, every glance at Wonwoo only stoked the fire inside him. The professor may have the control, the authority, the deliberate composure — but Mingyu had patience, and he had desire. And he was counting down the moments until the lecture ended, until he could have you to himself, even if it was only in his mind for now.
The tension between the three of you crackled like static electricity, silent yet screaming in the back of Mingyu’s head. He didn’t need to see what was going to happen next to know that when it did, nothing would be the same.
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It didn’t happen all at once. At least, that’s what Wonwoo kept telling himself. It wasn’t the first day of class, when he stood at the front of the lecture hall, glasses reflecting the light while he rattled off-course expectations. He barely glanced at students then — just names, faces, scattered impressions.
But then there was you.
You were sharp. Too sharp, maybe. The way you answered his questions with barely a pause, the way your pen scrawled across the page like you were racing against time. He should’ve filed it away under top student material. That was all it was supposed to be.
And then came the lab. The first time he saw you standing beside Kim Mingyu, shoulders tense, chin lifted like you had something to prove — that was when the first crack in his composure formed. It wasn’t just how you sparred with Mingyu, not just how you refused to be overshadowed. It was the fire in your eyes. Determined. Stubborn. Alive.
That look had nothing to do with the course he teaches. And everything to do with the kind of hunger Wonwoo had spent years teaching himself to silence.
He told himself it was admiration for your discipline. He told himself it was frustration at your recklessness. He told himself a lot of things. But the truth slipped in moments he couldn’t control.
Like when your hand brushed his as you passed a paper forward, and his pulse kicked up, traitorous. Like when you stumbled on a complex term, lips parting, and he wanted to trace the sound of it straight from your mouth. Like when you furrowed your brows in concentration, teeth sinking into your lower lip, and he imagined — for just one fractured second — what it might taste like.
He tried to rationalise it. Tried to bury it. Students came and went every semester. This was just another test of restraint. But restraint was never harder than when he caught you looking back.
The first time your gaze lingered too long after answering correctly, his chest tightened in a way he couldn’t disguise. He adjusted his glasses, lowered his tone, anything to redirect — but the damage was done. You saw him. Not the professor. Not the untouchable authority figure. Him.
And once that happened, he couldn’t unfeel it.
It wasn’t sudden. It was worse than that. It was gradual, inevitable — a slow suffocation. Every day you walked into his lecture hall, Wonwoo felt it tighten around him. Every laugh you tried to hold back, every flush on your cheeks, every defiant challenge against Mingyu, it all pulled him deeper.
And now, he knew. This wasn’t admiration. It wasn't a curiosity. It was a want. A need. Raw. Unforgiving. Dangerous. And the most terrifying part was how much he didn’t want to stop it anymore.
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the blinds of Professor Jeon Wonwoo’s office. His desk was neat, papers stacked in precise piles. But the stillness broke with his voice.
Y/N. I need you to go to my office. The words replayed in your mind as you stood before him now, heat crawling up your neck. You knew it wasn’t about grades, not with the way he was looking at you, that quiet hunger in his dark eyes behind thin-rimmed glasses.
Wonwoo leaned back in his chair, legs crossed casually, arms resting on the armrest. He looked every inch the professor — until he uncrossed his legs, stood, and closed the door with a deliberate click. The silence felt thick, charged. You swallowed hard.
“Professor, I-” “Take it off.” His voice was firm, leaving no space for argument. “Wonwoo..” He stepped closer, towering over you, eyes narrowing slightly. “No. Not today. I’m your professor. Show some respect.” His breath brushed against your ear, making your knees tremble.
Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of your blouse, the crisp fabric falling away from your shoulders as he watched, unblinking. When it hit the floor, his lips finally touched yours — hungry, claiming, his hand sliding behind your neck to pull you in deeper. His glasses pressed against your cheek for a moment before he broke the kiss, slipping them off with one hand, setting them aside on his desk. The moment he removed them, his gaze turned darker, less restrained.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful undone for me,” he murmured, his hands roaming your waist, tugging your skirt up. He pushed you back until you were against his desk, lips trailing down your throat, biting just enough to make you gasp. “Professor..” your voice broke into a whimper, thighs already parting for him.
His mouth curved in a smirk as he sank to his knees, sliding your panties down and tossing them carelessly aside. The first drag of his tongue across your folds made your head tip back, a shaky moan escaping before you could stop it. “Taste so sweet” he muttered against you, his deep voice vibrating against your clit. “Your body’s betraying how much you want me.”
Your hands grabbed at the desk’s edge, knuckles white as he licked deeper, sucking your clit until your legs shook. “Ah- Professor, please” Wonwoo looked up, mouth glistening. “Don’t hide your moans. I want to hear who’s making you feel good.” Then his lips sealed back around you, devouring you like a lesson he intended to master.
Your cries filled the office, high-pitched and desperate, until your orgasm crashed through you, thighs trembling around his head. He licked you through it, only stopping when you slumped weakly against the desk.
But there was no rest. Wonwoo stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes glinting. He unzipped his slacks, pulling himself free, thick and hard, precum glistening at the tip. “On your knees.”
You obeyed instantly, sinking to the floor, fingers wrapping around him. He was heavy in your hand, the scent of him dizzying. Opening your mouth, you took him in slowly, tongue swirling around the head. “Good girl,” he rasped, his hand sliding into your hair, guiding your pace. Each thrust hit deeper until your throat spasmed, tears pricking your eyes. Spit dribbled down your chin, soaking your chest.
“Fuck” Wonwoo groaned, head tipping back. But then, his gaze flicked up — past your head, toward the slightly ajar door. A slow, deliberate smirk curved his lips. “Looks like your rival wants to join.” Your brows knitted, confused, until you turned slightly and your stomach dropped.
Kim Mingyu stood at the doorway, frozen. His eyes blazed with jealousy as he stared at you on your knees, Wonwoo’s cock sliding between your lips. “Mingyu,” Wonwoo called smoothly, still fucking your mouth. He locked eyes with him. “Don’t just stand there. Come in.”
Mingyu’s jaw clenched, fists tight at his sides. But the jealousy twisting in his chest was poisoned with temptation. With a curse under his breath, he stepped in, closing the door behind him.
You moaned around Wonwoo’s cock as Mingyu approached, towering over you. His arousal was obvious, straining against his pants. Wonwoo chuckled darkly. “Jealous, aren’t you?” Mingyu’s glare didn’t waver. “Move over, Wonwoo. She’s not just yours.”
A thrill of fear and heat shot through you. Your body was already trembling when Mingyu unbuckled his belt, pulling himself free. He was just as hard, precum beading at the tip. Wonwoo’s longer but Mingyu’s thicker. Wonwoo pulled out of your mouth, stroking himself leisurely as he watched. “Open up, pretty”
You whimpered, overwhelmed, but parted your lips anyway as Mingyu pressed his cock against them. “You can take us both, right, you slut?” Mingyu growled, pushing in. His hand gripped your hair tight as you gagged, tears streaming down your cheeks.
Wonwoo stepped behind you, pushing your skirt up and bending you over the desk. The stretch of his cock pushing inside made you cry out around Mingyu’s length, your throat stuffed full. “Look at that,” Wonwoo groaned, thrusting deep. “Two of us using you and you’re dripping. Your body was made for this.”
Mingyu hissed, hips slamming forward as he fucked your mouth, spit and precum spilling down your chin. “She feels so fucking good. What a tight little throat you have.”
You were crying now, eyes wet, but the arousal flooding your body only grew. The pain blurred into pleasure. Wonwoo leaned over you, his voice rough in your ear. “Pay attention, Y/N. This is AnaPhy in action. Two lengths stretching you, blood rushing, hormones flooding your brain. That wetness? Arousal response. Your body is begging for more.”
“Stop talking.. fuck!” Mingyu groaned, tugging your hair back so he could watch your tear-streaked face. Wonwoo smirked against your skin. “Don’t tell me you’re not learning, too, Mr. Kim.” Mingyu’s only answer was a rough thrust into your throat, making you gag around him.
The desk shook beneath you as Wonwoo’s pace grew harsher, fucking you deep, while Mingyu used your mouth mercilessly. Your body burned, stretched and filled, pleasure overwhelming. When Wonwoo slowed, his grip bruising your hips, his next words made you choke. “You can take us both in one hole, can’t you?”
Mingyu pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, chest heaving. “Fuck yes. Let’s ruin her together.” Wonwoo sat down and lifted you onto his lap, spreading your trembling thighs wide. Mingyu positioned himself at your back, his cock pressing against your entrance alongside Wonwoo’s.
“No, it won’t fit-” you whimpered, panicked and aroused, but they didn’t let you finish. “Shh,” Wonwoo soothed, kissing your temple even as he smirked. “You’ll stretch. You can handle us. Breathe, pretty.” “Relax for us,” Mingyu added, voice rough.
The first push was agony — two cocks forcing their way in at once. You cried out, tears spilling, nails clawing at the desk. “Shit- she’s so tight,” Mingyu cursed, sweat beading his forehead. “Are you okay?” Mingyu caressed your face, Wonwoo gritted his teeth, groaning as he pushed deeper. “She’s taking us so well, look at that. Our slut’s perfect body stretches to fit two cocks.”
The pain melted slowly, replaced by blinding pleasure as they began to move, thrusting in tandem, filling you completely. Your screams echoed off the walls, mixed with their groans. “Professor-ahh, please, I can’t”
“You can,” Wonwoo groaned, slamming deeper. “You’ll take every inch.” “You love this, don’t you?” Mingyu panted, kissing your jaw roughly. “Being used by both of us.” Your only answer was a broken sob of pleasure as your orgasm ripped through you, body convulsing violently. “you’re squeezing so hard,” Mingyu groaned.
Wonwoo’s pace grew erratic, his voice strained. His words broke off into a guttural groan. Mingyu cursed, slamming into you harder. “I’m gonna come” Wonwoo leaned down, biting your shoulder, and with one final thrust, you felt both men release inside you, hot and deep, their groans filling the office as your body clenched them desperately.
The world spun, your body trembling, tears streaking your face, cum dripping down your thighs when they finally pulled out. Mingyu collapsed back on the couch, chest heaving. Wonwoo tucked himself back in, adjusting his shirt, his composure returning almost eerily fast.
But when his eyes met Mingyu’s, there was no surprise — just familiarity. An unspoken understanding lingered between them. As you struggled to steady your breathing, the realisation struck you: this wasn’t just about you. There was something deeper threading between the two, something hidden that you hadn’t unraveled yet. And whatever it was, you were caught in the middle, whether you wanted to be or not.
𝐀/𝐍 ➙ hope you enjoyed that one 😋 this entire tumblr thing is making me dizzy btw. reblogs and likes are appreciated a lot, thank you for reading!!
▪︎ Summary: Wonwoo was screwed. The deadline for his final art project was inching closer, and every model he contacted had either bailed or was already booked solid. He needed a muse—someone captivating, someone who could hold the weight of his vision. But with time slipping through his fingers, even hope felt like a luxury.
The last thing he expected was for his best friend—and also his roommate—Mingyu, to offer up his girlfriend as a stand-in.
“You serious?” Wonwoo had laughed at first, brushing it off.
But then Mingyu shrugged, as casual as ever. “She’s down. Said she’d love to help.”
If only it was that simple.
Because yeah, she was breathtaking. Like a painting already framed by the universe itself. Her curves, her smile, the way she walked into a room and made it feel like music was playing… she was a living canvas.
But if Wonwoo was being honest with himself, and that’s where the problem started—he wasn’t just in awe of her beauty.
He was down bad. Real bad.
He’d tried to keep it buried, hidden under years of friendship and loyalty. He’d never even looked at her too long. But now?
Now, knowing she was the one offering to be his muse, to bare herself for his art, to be his subject under the raw intimacy of sketching eyes and trembling hands…
Perspective? Changed. Completely.
And maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t about the art anymore.
OR...
Wonwoo was desperate for a muse. What he didn't expect was for his best friend to offer up his girlfriend. She was everything an artist could ask for—and everything Wonwoo knew he shouldn't want. But once she agreed to pose, there was no turning back. Not for him. Not for them.
▪︎ Content Warning: Sexual themes, threesome, polyamory relationship, figurative art, nudity etc [remind me if I forgot something lmao]
Wonwoo had been in love with you for as long as he could remember.
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PREVIEW
The first time he saw you, you were tucked in a quiet corner of the library, completely lost in a book called Twisted Love. He wasn’t one for romance novels—never cared for all that drama and longing. But something about the way your lips curled into a shy smile... the way your fingers held the pages like they were sacred… it did something to him.
So much so, that he went out that very night and bought Twisted Love. Not because he suddenly found romance interesting—but because he needed to know. What made you giggle like that? What made your cheeks flush and your eyes shine like you were living the story?
Needless to say, he got his answers.
The next day, Wonwoo sat a little closer.
Far enough that you wouldn’t notice him, but close enough that he could admire you without restraint.
He saw you again—outside the library this time, laughing at the canteen table with your two friends. Fixing their hair, straightening their collars, brushing crumbs off their shirts like a natural instinct. You weren’t just kind—you radiated care. The kind that didn’t need attention or validation. It was just… you.
Then he saw you outside the Department of Fashion. That’s when it clicked—you were a fashion major. Of course you were. He should’ve known just by the way you dressed. You weren’t trying to fit in with some aesthetic. You were the aesthetic.
Corset top cinched to perfection, low-rise jeans hanging loose like they had a story to tell, rhinestone belt catching the sun with every sway of your hips. A tiny white handbag dangled off your wrist like it belonged in a Bratz doll commercial. Chunky bangles, silver chains, and a cross pendant resting just above your collarbone—all screaming Y2K in the boldest, baddest way. You didn’t just walk across campus—you strutted. Like the whole sidewalk was your runway.
He caught a glimpse of you at the café near campus too. And he wasn’t the only one watching. Boys stared at you like you were the answer to their prayers. And it wasn’t just lust—it was reverence. Admiration. That rare kind that went quiet when it saw something real.
The way you walked. The way you talked. The way you treated everyone with respect—even the boy from your class who shyly confessed his feelings, and whom you let down so gently, he still smiled afterward.
It wasn’t just admiration anymore.
They were falling.
Just like Wonwoo had already fallen.
And then he saw you again.
In his apartment.
Perched delicately on the edge of his couch—the one he collapsed onto after long nights of overthinking you. You sat there like you belonged, casually reapplying your Summer Fridays lip gloss, the same one he knew you kept in every purse. The scent hit him before the realization did—vanilla, coconut, you.
His breath caught.
And then—footsteps.
Heavy, unhurried.
Wonwoo’s ears started ringing. It was like everything around him dropped into slow motion. The hum of the fridge, the distant traffic outside, even his heartbeat—it all faded under the weight of what he knew was about to happen, but prayed wouldn’t.
Mingyu walked out of the kitchen, smiling like the world was simple. A bottle of wine in one hand, two glasses clinking in the other.
He wasn’t even looking at Wonwoo when he spoke.
“Oh, Wonwoo hyung…”
That voice. So casual. So unaware.
You stood up beside the couch, lip gloss freshly applied, that same soft glow on your face. You looked radiant. You looked happy. You looked like you belonged—with someone who wasn’t him.
Mingyu stepped closer, smiled, so oblivious.
“Meet my girlfriend,” he said. "Y/n"
.
.
.
And just like that, the air was knocked out of Wonwoo’s lungs.
You turned toward him, smile gentle, completely unaware of the storm behind his eyes.
And all he could do… was stand there. Silent. Shattered. Smiling back, because what else could he do?
