Your Fan, Mingi (part 1)

Your fan, Mingi (part 1)

(pt.2 here) (your fan ml)

🎤 pairing: mingi x rapper!reader 🎤 genre: slice of life, mix of fluff and angst, music and the industry, slow burn 🎤 summary: a bulletpoint-style wordstream of what it would be like if mingi was stanning you 🎤 wordcount: 3.4k 🎤 warnings/tags: language, reader is an underground rapper, mingi is totally starstruck, producer hongjoong energy, activism, criticism of music industry, dark side of idol life, hongjoong-ah instead of hyung, yunho is supportive friend (TM), mingi being a rebel, sneaking out, potential rap battles incoming, reader with that mic drop, let me know if anything else 🎤 a/n: Hello there <3 thank you very much for your support, feedback and appreciation, it means the world to me! Here is the next installation of the "Your fan, _____" series, for none other than Song Mingi!! Any reblogs, asks and love is appreciated!

You were an established independent artist, having made a name for yourself among the real veterans and rap appreciators.

Years of tracks, freestyles and collaborations that you had published or appeared in under your belt, you were dead set on making a permanent home in the underground scene, deeming it to be the place where real art was made.

As such, you had openly turned down offers to get signed to bigger labels, spitting on their fineprint.

Besides, after trying to connect with you over music, they had always immediately veered off the trail to discuss image, visuals and something or other about them helping you develop your own style.

Blocked without a second thought. What bullshit was this? You? Not having your own style? Please.

You made it this far riding your own wave, making your own connections, and you sure as hell were not about to sell that off to entertainment industry vultures.

It was the managers, the bureaucrats that you did not want to face. The casting directors with ulterior motives.

You were an activist for creative freedom and helping new artists break through properly. You were vocal about these issues, both in general and through music.

You had first hand experience with how hard it was to become an idol, having actually been cast as a young teen and being a trainee for 2 years, but it turned out that the agency was... questionable, to say the least. And thus your independent journey started, and your doubt of any larger music-related organisations grew.

And the last thing you wanted was to, in front of all those people you were fighting for, who trusted you and saw you as a role model, support those who had questionable intentions. No.

You were a wildfire, spinning things around, remixing reality into raw and emotional lines, your only goal being that at least one person out there could find comfort in your songs.

Fully aware of the responsibility you had as an artist, you breathed your work and never backed down until just conditions for all collaborators, agents and assistants were met.

Though this was honourable, you became notoriously difficult to work with, often deemed to be a pain in the ass.

You would only shrug at that - it wasn't your fault that the music industry was full of self-centred manipulators. Your agent kept assuring you that you were exaggerating, but who said that a nice person couldn't have malicious intent?

Maybe you were overly cautious at times, seeing as you did not enjoy letting people close to you.

Were you alone? No, not at all. You had strong friendships with some legends, attended major events, hell, even gave whole press conferences and readily used the media to spread your message.

You even had some friends who were idols (albeit few), and connected with them deeply over shared passions and visions for the future.

But your soul? Strictly off limits.

Though you did, when the moment called for it, elaborate on one verse or other, either giving it a relatable backstory or linking it to a national or global issue, not once did you bare all.

That was not your style.

Neither was it your fans'.

They did not need to be spoon-fed pretentious monologues to understand.

Your fans were a real unit, many connecting with each other and becoming life-long friends. Since you never tried to gather the bigger venues, even if you were touring the country, you had a chance to interact with them. Reassure them. Connect with them. Human to human.

You understood each other. No accessories. That was the most powerful way to bare all.

It was through these concerts that Mingi had gotten to know you, and soon enough you had become his idol, for the lack of a better word, and muse.

One time he had snuck out of the dorms late at night having heard that a new artist he had heard and liked the sound of was going to be opening for another artist.

By sheer luck he managed to swipe the last ticket available, hours before the concert, and was off, having only alerted Yunho that he was "going out".

The event was held at a club, which technically was forbidden for him, but he was feeling rebellious and wanted to immerse himself in the underground atmosphere for once.

He had to squeeze past many bodies to take his place by a pillar off to the left. There were no seats, as he had expected so he perched himself against the structure, waiting.

The opening act was pretty good, as he had hoped, with the teenage boy on stage having a confident flow. There was that yearning in his eyes, hope for something bigger, like this venue was not enough, but maybe with some time and practice that dream could be achieved.

Mingi was about to leave, turning to try and snake through the crowd that was practically pressing him into the pillar, but their screaming that turned into a hypnotic chant, cult-like made him freeze and turn back.

And there you were. In all your glory. Sitting on a high stool that you had dragged after yourself onto the stage, a wired microphone in your hands that were folded in prayer as you bowed your head repeatedly to the audience.

A single spotlight illuminated your form, clad in pitch black industrial-style trousers, chunky sneakers and matching jacket that was zipped up half-way revealing a black tank top loosely hanging off you.

The aura that spread from the stage into the room was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and it only got stronger as you began to perform.

And not just run through the lines as if you had somewhere better to be, no, you were living through the song, riding the beat, eyes ablaze.

The song you had started with, (which he later found out was something you had written in response to some hate your fanbase had gotten), called "Welcome home, to the show", started with a low hum. It reminded him of a rumbling thunder, your voice distorted by intentionally added digital noise.

Then, you broke into a quiet mutter, each phrase so perfectly constructed that it was sending wave after wave, and he was being swept in. He looked around and noticed that all present were whispering along with you, eyes not leaving the stage a single time.

He was also in shock at how few phones there were, being used to seeing thousands.

And after a few more bars, all hell broke loose, and he was ready to rip his heart out and give it to you then and there.

You were captivating, your message and vision resonating beyond the walls of this club. Connecting philosophy, ethics, even politics and popular culture, you were the truth.

You were alive and resurrected those who had broken away from routine to see you.

The concert was as though you were telling a gripping saga, in one breath. No wonder your fans were near mad towards the end, while you finished up with a 'classic' of yours.

The audience begged for an encore.

You were smiling wide, pure ecstasy on your face like you were just coming down from a high. The jacket had long been forgotten, and you were currently wiping sweat off your tattooed arms.

And just when your fans began to quieten down, you raised your mic, and in one motion summoned a beat.

Another roar erupted as you admired your followers. Mingi swore you locked eyes with him, piercing his body.

There it was. A freestyle where you managed to incorporate an impossible flow change, and personally addressed some of the fans you knew personally and spotted in the audience.

After the performance, there was a near total flip in your demeanour. Mingi observed as you settled on one of the seats at the bar, changed in a different top and now sporting a beanie

Both you and your fans were beyond respectful, sharing embraces and kind words like you were old friends. Maybe you were, he still had so much to learn. You looked at each one of them like they were your entire world, recalling and asking about personal troubles they had shared with you before.

Mingi was starstruck, he wanted to learn what you knew. Learn what drove you. Learn how to be like you, even just a fraction.

And that was how you became his definition of an artist, rapper and role model

Needless to say, after the concert he could not just ‘stay the same’.

The members noticed that Mingi was walking around the dorm, travelling and even taking breaks between schedules with earphones in and eyes glued to his screen.

He had also grown to prefer being immersed in his thoughts, more often observing chaos among the members rather than participating in it.

The collection of changes began to alarm the others, as they had no clue what the source of this Mingi switch up was.

All except Yunho, that was. The lad quickly put two and two together, since he was in the know about Mingi's escape to attend a concert, and was homie goals to not spill this information to the others as there had not been any press or spottings.

So during a day when the group was miraculously free, Yunho approached Mingi to go for a drive together, and the latter not suspecting the interrogation incoming, agreed.

While they were navigating around the city, eventually settling for their final destination to be a quick visit to Bucheon, Yunho, passively, in an even tone, inquired:

"So what happened that night?"

Fully not expecting Mingi to BURST. The boy was literally bouncing in his seat recounting the experience, to the point where Yunho had to use "the mom hand" to try calming his best friend.

After agreeing to not act like a car crash risk, Mingi delved into explaining why exactly he had been acting the way he was, happily answering any and all questions that came his way.

Really, he was waiting to fanboy all this time.

He took out his phone and attempted to show Yunho some screenshots and notes, once again forgetting that road safety was a thing that existed.

"Man you really want to Tokyo Drift off this bridge huh?"

So he spent the rest of the drive reading out extensive analysis he had conducted, picking apart your rap and diving into what everything could potentially mean, how the rhyme and structure worked and how he could potentially take some patterns to experiment with.

Yunho was in awe - he could not get enough of professional Mingi, so he was more than happy to hear that he found such a good role model.

It was that sparkle in his friends eyes, the grin that would not leave his face as he talked about a rare video he found on YouTube of you freestyling during a radio show, his pride as he exclaimed that he had found some of your earliest recordings in the depths of SoundCloud, diving into babbling away about how your sound, though had always been unique, had indeed evolved over time.

To Mingi, you were a daring character, not caring for the blueprints or trends, and inspired him to work harder than ever before, hone his skills further so that he could enjoy the music as much as you did. He wanted to live every line.

He already had the ability to feel the music coursing through his body, and move impeccably to every beat, but there was something indescribable about how you created your creations, something unreachable, that drew Mingi in.

He desperately wanted to crack the code - maybe in a way of natural competition, as he was also in the music industry, hell, also a rapper, but when he tried that theory on it did not sit well. Mingi did not see himself ever having even an echo of a thought to surpass you or wrong you – to him, you were in your own unique realm.

The young man had nothing but respect for you and wanted to simply translate that into a deeper understanding of your skills. He knew far too well just how hard it was to make performances like yours appear effortless.

As he listened and listened to studio recordings and compared them to the live versions he had replaying in his head, he noticed how you had even changed up the emotional landscape for the specific audience. There was no limit to how much variability there was.

Seeing how he had won over Yunho and even got him into being one of your listeners, albeit more casual, Mingi became even more bold about his passion for your music and his professional growth.

So, day in, day out he had begun to learn some of your rap, slowing it down, trying to repeat it after you. He had attempted to record himself on his phone to review progress, and then, for the final challenge… he needed Hongjoong’s help.

Upon hearing that the younger member wanted to go to the recording studio Hongjoong quite literally shot up from his sprawled position on the floor, dropping his paint brushes (much to Seonghwa’s rising discontent) and rushing to get ready.

He knew that when inspiration struck, it was a race against time to try recording anything.

Once they were in the studio and Hongjoong checked that all equipment worked, Mingi decided to sit him down and elaborate on what he wanted to do and why.

What he did not expect, however, was for Hongjoong to have a smug expression on his face, leaning back as if he… knew something. And knew it so well that it seemed he could maybe even fact check the information he was being given.

Soon enough, Mingi stopped his monologue to stare his captain down, eyebrow raised.

“Do you want me to text them?”

Mingi.exe stopped working.

What did Hongjoong mean by that? That he could text you? Did he mean to message you on social media? Or to try reaching out to you indirectly through management perhaps? That all seemed more realistic-

“No, for real, I have her number, lucky for you we are what one could consider friends.”

Mingi felt as though he was on some hidden camera prank show, quite literally turning his head to check if that was the case. When the first wave of shock did pass, he managed to mumble:

“But… how? How did you meet?”

“At a speaker and networking event, of all places. It was one dedicated to fusion of different disciplines that fall under the umbrella of creative arts, a few months back.”

“Oh, I think I remember! And wait wasn’t it the event where you presented about combining fashion and music and stuff like that, right?”

“Yes, exactly. So, really, it wasn’t a talk that I exclusively gave. There were a couple of others on the stage with me, and it was like a panel discussion. And guess who was one of the guests there? Your new celebrity crush! We had talked previously on occasion, but after that panel it was a 180 flip.”

“And that is when you got her… number?”

“Yeah. She gave it to me.”

Mingi did not want to admit but he was experiencing an odd pang of jealousy, at how serendipity had led you to Hongjoong and not him. How the older member could consider himself a friend of yours, but Mingi was just a fan. But he could not stay in this state for long – after all, this second level connection was an opportunity. He was sure to be able to reach you now.

A silence fell over the two members.

Hongjoong finally broke the silence with a chuckle, returning to what Mingi had been meaning to do:

“So, you want to record a cover, right? Or what was it again?”

“Yep… there is that one track. From her second album. ‘Dum Spiro Spero’. It blew me away. The title means 'While I breathe, I hope', and it tells a story of a child dreaming of making it on the big stage and working hard, and then finishes with them achieving it. When I first heard it... it just spoke to me."

Hongjoong shifted in his seat and moved to search up the track on the studio computer. Once on, he began to nod his head to the entrancing beat.

“This one is one of the less known ones, isn’t it? How did you come across it?”

“Setl-” Mingi slapped his hand over his mouth, realising that he may or may not have just exposed himself and set himself up for the scolding of a lifetime.

“Setl… setlist? SETLIST? Song Mingi… Are you meaning to tell me that you attended a public concert… without telling anyone?”

Mingi contemplated whether he wanted to drag Yunho into this, but chose not to as he merely lowered his head and gave Hongjoong a sheepish smile.

“Mmm… perhaps?”

“Boy, I don’t even need to ask you to come to my room, everything’s prepped already. You are about to get that breath knocked out of you Mingi.” Hongjoong’s expression darkened as he stood up to approach the younger man. But then the latter had the audacity to stand up too.

Ah, the benefits of having a height advantage. “You were saying?”

“Listen here you big little shit-”

After indeed having to listen through an extensive collection of colourful words and a stern warning to never do such risky things (at least without Hongjoong knowing) ever again, they moved to recording the cover.

Since they did not have the instrumental for your track, Hongjoong had laid a beat that was similar and, in front of Mingi’s very eyes sent you a message asking if it was okay to even attempt to do what they were about to do.

Midway through recording, the phone buzzed with a simple offer. To come to your studio so that the three of you could make something even better.

If it was possible for a human being to literally light up a room, Mingi was sure to be the brightest star. Glowing, he stepped out of the booth, mouth wide open, morphing into the most adorable grin.

"Is... that... is that really them?"

"Yep, and you should be getting added to a group chat right... now."

His phone dinged, and he could not believe his eyes. It was a number, your number, on his screen, a notification saying that he was added to 'triple threat trio' and a quick text of you informing that this, indeed was yourself and no one else.

Hongjoong was genuinely afraid that Mingi was going to hit the ceiling because he jumped that high.

A giggly mess, the young rapper and your fan fell back onto the sofa behind where Hongjoong was seated, and typed out a response introducing himself and adding that he really liked your work.

"HYUNG SHE SAYS SHE LIKES OUR WORK TOO AHH"

"You know I sent her some of the tracks from our album before they were even officially released, right?"

"You did what now?"

"Yeah, but don't worry it was just snippets and I had it cleared with the producer. He knows her too so it was easy enough."

"WHY WAS I IN THE DARK ABOUT THIS!!!?"

"BECAUSE YOU NEVER ASKED?"

"I am going to stop calling you hyung I have not an ounce of respect left-"

"Now that's too far boy one more word and I am asking Y/N to write a diss track about you."

"And I would thank you, HONGJOONG" he exclaimed, still beaming, making a run for it out of the studio and into the corridor, the captain hot on his heels.

The only thing on his mind was that he was going to be recording with you. He would be able to hear you, basically one on one, doing what you did best. And on top of that, you would be creating art together.

⋆ Get On Mic ⋆

pairing: Mingi x gn reader ft. Yunho

word count: 2,3k

content: Mingi likes your, and his best friend's, voice a little... too much and isn't very good at hiding it

warnings/tags: mxm, sub!mingi, dom!reader, switch!yunho, phone sex, voyeurism, possessive mingi, I can't really think of any others, tell me if there's anything else

a/n: just incase, wyd= what you doing ,vc=voice chat, also this isn't proof read so!!! sorry

Mingi: you busy?

You: just finished some work, why wyd?

Mingi: jump on vc lets play, you promised. and the guys miss you

This was the 3rd time this week you had abandoned your 'finished' homework for Mingi. You would've said not tonight as said homework is due tomorrow, but for all the boys? You supposed you could play for a little while.

Mingi had been acting differently for a few weeks, nothing obvious, but you had noticed he had become much clingier with you. "Did one of your anime characters die or something?" you asked the giant that was wrapped around you as you made lunch for the boys.

"Hm? Oh, no, you're just so comfy. This hoodie new?" he grumbled into your shoulder, putting his hands in the front pockets as you tried to maneuver the both of you around the kitchen.

"No it's Jongho's, he said I could borrow it for the day-"

"Wear mine instead." Mingi unravelled himself from you and marched off to his bedroom with purpose, emerging with a hoodie of his own. It was your favourite of his, and he knew it—a tattered grey one that Mingi had owned for years, and he looked so pretty in it; you complimented him on it whenever he decided to wear it. You had actually been seeing it more often these days than you used to.

"Alright Mingi, whatever makes you happy princess" You didn't question his actions; Mingi's clingy days were quite endearing to you if you were honest. He clung to you like a koala to a tree, despite his stature and the fact you could hardly move when he did.

"I'm not a princess y/n,"

"You sure act like one? It's okay to be my princess Mingi, I'll look after you, hm?" Mingi huffed grumpily and slipped his hands under Jongho's jumper to pull it over your head, before realising you weren't wearing a shirt under it. Despite his beet-red face, he slipped his hoodie over your head, and took a step to admire his work; the way you looked in his clothes.

"See that's much better!" He yelled loud enough to smother the noise of his racing thoughts.

"I'm right here Mingi!" You rubbed your ringing ear as he apologised for nearly bursting your eardrum, "You are right though, this does look better. Could you give this back to Jongho when he gets home for me?"

He sighed sarcastically, "Anything for you my y/n." That left you with a weird flutter in your stomach, you weren't used to Mingi using endearing language like that. You wouldn't mind it again, though.

"Thank you, princess!" You laughed and ran away hearing Mingi's heavy footsteps not far behind.

You opened the voice chat to hear Woo and Joong fighting over who got who killed in their last match. "YOU LITERALLY-Y/n! You're here!" Wooyoung yelled down the mic and diverted his attention to you, with a slew of greetings coming through from the boys, Mingi's voice pitching in last.

"You made it," you could practically hear the grin on Mingi's face.

"Here he goes again" Yeosang's voice chimes into the conversation.

"Shut up Yeo."

You look at your screen, confused as to why Yeosang would say that and what it meant; why Mingi's tone had turned deep and icy at the statement, but before you even had a chance to question the situation, Seonghwa beat you to it. "Let's play! San I'm gonna beat your ass."

"We're on the same team??"

After playing a few rounds for a few…hours…the boys finally called a 20-minute break so they could go stretch and raid their kitchen for whatever they had bought on a late-night shopping trip. Well, you thought everybody had gone anyway.

"Y/n?" You almost missed Mingi's hushed voice down the mic, he sounded so soft. You hoped you could go and see the boys after all your assignments were handed in; you missed Mingi's hugs-turned-cuddle-sessions-turned-sleepovers.

"What's up princess, you okay?" your gentle tone sent shivers down the boy's spine. He felt hot when you called him sweet names through the phone, and while he wouldn't admit it to anyone, the way you called him princess got to him. Bad. Like bad in the way that was making him shift in his chair as the fabric on his plaid pyjama pants felt tighter by the second. Fuck, he felt so guilty, letting your sleepy voice get to him like this, but he just couldn't help it. He loved it, he loved the way you made noises when you stretched in your chair, groans slipping out of your mouth-

"Mingi? You there?"

He accidentally huffed a little down the mic, trying to conceal his whimpers as he pressed down into his growing hard-on, trying to gain some friction with the palm of his hand while he answered your worried tone. "yeah yeah,, I'm here. Can you just… talk? Tell me about your day,,, please?" Now that he had started, he just couldn't stop himself from reaching into his trousers now grinding up into his palm through just his boxers.

"Yeah, sure Mingi. So you know that assignment? I actually haven't…." The warmth of your voice spread like wildfires across his burning skin as you told him about… he totally wasn't sure what you were saying. His head was too fuzzy, too high off of your voice that he could barely register your words when he wasn't concentrating.

"Mingi are you okay? You sound out of breath, should I tell one of the guys to check on you-"

"No! No, I'm hh, fine y/n,, c-carry on please" Mingi knew he would get caught any second with the noises escaping his mouth, but he just couldn't help it, he wanted you so fucking bad, he was so desperate for you to just make a move on him after weeks, months of teasing and touching; hell, he had 3 wet dreams and infinite cold showers after he took Jongho's hoodie off your body, his eyes absorbing every detail, curve, scar, blemish, beauty mark—whatever his eyes had access to at that moment.

"Princess. You should've just told me you needed my voice." Busted. You could hear Mingi rhythmically shifting and huffing, his chair squeaking every once in a while. In all honesty, you had caught Mingi doing this a couple of times now, You could always hear the sound of Mingi's hand smacking the base of his cock as he stroked himself to your voice. It lit a heat in your stomach so strong that after the first few times, you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from reaching into your underwear and playing with yourself; Slow enough as to not cum on the call but by the time it had ended you'd be writhing and squirming into your mattress. The thought of him taking in your body with greedy eyes any chance he could had your legs shaking as your orgasm hit you like a truck, crying out his name into your pillow.

"Wh- what? What do you mean?" Mingi's movements came to a halt on the other side of the call.

"Mingi, do you think I can't hear what you've been doing? How all of a sudden when it's just me and you, your breaths become heavy? Oh, princess, you're cute." you couldn't help teasing the poor man, you didn't think you had done too much till you heard the giant whimper into his mic, hands moving at a faster pace than before.

"Answer me, baby, tell me what you're doing, please?"

"Ah- I'm… fuck I'm sorry. Just—your voice is so hot, I couldn't help it—ngh" Before you could you heard a phone camera click, followed by a notification on your phone—Oh.

Mingi's veined hand was practically suffocating the base of his angry cock, precum leaking out of his tip. God, it was a beautiful sight that made your mouth water-

"Mingi. You didn't send that just to me…"

Yunho: did you mean to send that to the both of us or should I just pretend I didn't see anything?

Yunho: Either way, Impressive👍

Mingi squeaked at Yunho's messages out of embarrassment, and being kind of turned on at his friend's words.

Right? You like what you see, Yunho? Come join the call again…

You had a sneaking suspicion that they both had a little more interest in each other than just lifelong friends, and while you liked Mingi a whole lot, his best friend was just as pretty. The two of you had also shared some drunken kisses and touches one night after helping a blacked-out Mingi to bed. You wanted to dress them up in matching outfits and parade them around the house-

"Mingi? Y/n?" Yunho cautiously called out your names, his voice more gruff than usual.

"Yunho… help…" Mingi was barely able to get his words out, between the shame of getting caught out, and the way it was making him more needy by the second, his brain felt as though it was becoming mush.

"Mingi, are you really rubbing one out in the call again? You were bound to get caught, this is on you." Ah, so you weren't the only one who had caught onto his antics. To be fair, when it was just late-night calls between the 3 of you, he wasn't sly at all. All the shuffling and coughing to cover up his sounds, and the way he would mute himself for a suspiciously long amount of time with no warning, all to come back with a groggy voice and shallow breaths.

"Again?! Ah-What do you mean again-" Mingi gave up on trying to stop his whimpers and groans between speaking, letting them fall out of his bitten lips.

"Mingi, you could've just told us you needed our help, I'm literally in the room next to yours." Yunho can't help but let out a throaty laugh at the boy's predicament.

"Don't you dare Yunho, if you're gonna touch him then I better be there for it." Your body heat rises at the thought of the two of you teasing Mingi's aching body till he cums for you both. As if Mingi was thinking the same thing, his sweet noises increased with each stroke, one hand reaching up to play with his sensitive nipples. He was so desperate to cum after unintentionally edging himself two times, both of your words mixing with the fuzz in his brain making.

"Guys I don't mean—mean to stop the bickering but—please help,,," Mingi grabbed his phone and threw himself on his soft bed. Since his room was already darkened, the only sources of light emitting from his gaming setup and phone screen thanks to the blackout curtains, he turned the camera on for you and Yunho to see his tired and red face huffing into the darkness.

"Pretty," You heard Yunho whisper under his breath, so quiet you weren't sure if he had meant to say it out loud, but Mingi's little whimper as he rutted against his bed reassured Yunho either way.

"You think so Yunho? You think our princess is a pretty boy?"

"So pretty. Arent you Mingi?" He cried out so loud Yunho could hear him through the wall. He began to beat his cock harder with each stroke slapping his skin louder than the last.

"Oh Mingi, you're so worked up sweet boy, you gonna cum for us?" you whispered sweetly, bringing Mingi closer to his edge.

"Y-yes fuck please I'm so close please keep going" The boy moaned out into the bedsheets, craving his nearing release. He imagined two sets of hands on his aching body, Yunhos larger pair raking across his chest while one of yours grips the surface of his hip, the other dragging up and down his weeping cock.

"Im gonna- I- I need to cum-" You could hear Yunho's breaths becoming shaky and uneven too, the sounds coming from the two almost making you cum untouched at the thought of them getting off to this.

"Yunho, you ready to cum with Mingi? I wanna hear you both cry" You say with a smile, rolling your hips into your pillow.

"Y-yeah, Mingi fuck cum princess" Yunho tried to say in a stable voice, faltering as he and Mingi came into tightened fists, cum streaking against their surroundings. Mingi cried as he spurted white liquid from his tip, what felt like hours of edging coming to an end finally, his orgasm hitting him so roughly he had managed to get cum on his face and the walls from the buildup. Yunhos had been a little less explosive but he had still been desperate for release knowing what his roommate had been up to for so long. After a minute or two of no talking, you checked in,

"You boys okay now?" You approached the situation cautiously.

"Y/n, can you come over? We'll help you with your essay just- please come over?" Mingis's groggy voice pleaded, Yunho carrying on his thoughts.

"I'll pick you up and take you to college in the morning too, we miss you." Maybe it was how soft they sounded in their haze of post-nut clarity, but you really couldn't say no to them.

"I'll be ready in 5 but take your time getting here… Also, I didn't get to cum so are you guys gonna fix that orrrr?" You hear the call end as you finish your sentence and suddenly feel embarrassed.

Mingi: be there in 4.

I'm sorry this is so ass tbh😭😭😭😭 it's done now though thank GOD

Neglected | One-Shot (Wonwoo, I.M)

Rating/genre: M18+, established relationship, friends to fucking; smut 💖, light angst, light fluff Pairings: Wonwoo x Reader(f), I.M/Changkyun x Reader(f) Warnings: Explicit smut, protected vaginal penetration, dom!Wonwoo, dom!Changkyun, sub!reader (not bratty), morally questionable actions, infidelity, getting caught, jealousy? (i don’t even think Wonwoo knows if he’s jealous lol), Changkyun is kind of a shit, not an angsty ending, biting, rough sex, titty slapping, a single spank, marking, spit kink, degradation, overstimulation, the boys get a bit aggressive but reader is wholly consenting to it all, the boys also sound kind of manipulative at times but it’s all part of the play, fingering, oral (f + m receiving), deep throating, face-fucking, choking, good crying, a safeword/action is mentioned but not used, praise kink, multiple orgasms (like A LOT), reader wears a bra and panties, pet names ‘baby’ ‘pretty girl’ ‘slut’ ‘whore’ ‘good girl’, referred to as a 'toy', two hot unemotional doms who are actually softies bc obvs Word Count: 10.2k Summary: Nobody needs to be lonely; just say the word and you won't be. Your boyfriend’s best friend will make sure of it.

A/N: Reader cheats at the beginning so if you’re not ok to read that then… don’t lol. It ends up not being a big deal but still. 

A/N 2: The first Build-Your-Own-Orgy (BYOO) woohoo!!! Two peeps requested the same idols! Thank you @drunk-on-dk and @lenireads for participating - I really hope you both enjoy this! Your requests were very slightly different so I tried to do something that would accommodate you both. Pretty much you both just wanted to get fucked up so ahahaha here you go… I died writing this so please let me know if it had a similar effect on you :D

He’d had his eyes on you all evening, across the little stretch of beach or through the blaze of the bonfire. Over a friend’s shoulder that he was chatting away at him. And, obviously, the only reason you’d been noticing is because it was impossible to not be aware of him, not let your eyes search the crowd for him every time you got distracted for a few minutes.

It had always been like this with Changkyun – the little tingle on your skin when he was around from the electricity in the air. Even the first time you’d met him, not long after you and Wonwoo had gotten together for real. But it had been easier to ignore when you were all caught up in your new relationship, blissfully blind to anything that wasn’t Wonwoo’s perfect hands on you. 

Now…

Now you were struggling to ignore your attraction to him more and more. It wasn’t anything serious – you loved Wonwoo after all. This was just pure sexual attraction that left you embarrassingly horny every time your friend group hung out and he was present. He just had this… thing? Something that you couldn’t explain. The way he looked at you.

The way he was looking at you now with slightly hooded eyes. A smoulder but way more uncaring and quietly (almost imperceptibly) cocky. 

Ok, so, perhaps you had a type. 

You’d been watching each other so much all night that you’d zoned out of a handful of conversations, being brought back to reality with pokes on your shoulder, escalating to light smacks on the head from your friends as they giggled. 

“Hellooo? Birthday girl?? What the fuck are you looking at?”

You’d brushed it off time and time again, blaming it on the alcohol you’d ingested when really, you could only call yourself tipsy if that. Perhaps you would’ve been having a rowdier night yourself if your nerves weren’t so on edge. Or if your boyfriend was actually here. 

It wasn’t late. Downing the rest of your drink, you slid your empty solo cup under the bottom of your friend's and squeezed her arm. “Gonna go call Woo. I’ll be back!”

Loud exclamations, mixed reactions, followed you as you trudged through the sand, finding the pathway in the dark thanks to the glint of the moon and the deck lights that had been left on up at the beach house. 

The house was big but not enough for the whole group of you. People would have to sleep on the couch or on the floor with blankets as a sad make-shift mattress. Perhaps it was a good thing that Wonwoo couldn’t make it for the little getaway weekend. One less body to accommodate. 

Brushing off your sandy feet half-assedly, you made your way inside, the sounds of blasting music and squeals of your friend group becoming muffled by the patio door shutting behind you. You leaned your weight forward on the island counter, legs dangling as you let it ring, your boyfriend’s contact name staring you in your deflating face as you slowly realized he wasn’t going to pick up. It was 9:30pm. Was he still working? Surely, he wasn’t already asleep. 

A light knock startled you, the sound of the door cracking open filling the silence before you could even turn around to see who it was. 

“Crying at your own party?” Changkyun’s expression was blank as he ducked inside, finally smirking only when you shot him a look.

“Not crying.” You swiped up your phone, locking it before slipping it back in your pocket. “Also, not technically my party.”

“Wang’s beach house. Still your party.”

You rolled your eyes slightly, the nervousness hitting you again as you leant back against the counter, palms pressing to it on either side of you. 

Hands tucked casually in his pockets, he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip. It wasn’t sexual; you’d seen him do it a hundred times out of habit. When he was waiting. When he was thinking. But it still made you gulp. 

“Well, guess I should get back out there.”

“He didn’t pick up?”

You looked at him surprised for only a moment before letting out a tiny indignant sigh. “No… he didn’t.”

“Ahh,” he replied with a little nod as if everything made sense now. 

You’d always found Changkyun kind of weird in that quiet, interesting kind of way. At first you’d thought he didn’t like you at all. Wonwoo had assured you that he did. Maybe a little too much. Apparently Wonwoo was incredibly good at reading both of you.

Thankfully, he’d found it all kind of funny, Changkyun being one of his closest friends and everything. It still amused him even now, occasionally teasing you by jokingly suggesting you bring a third into your sex life and questioning you who you would want it to be. Who you thought would agree. 

It was all a set-up so he could pretend to get a little jealous when you would shyly answer with the obvious choice, taunt you relentlessly, then fuck the hell out of you. 

Even if he did notice how wet it made you – god, you hoped he didn’t – Wonwoo couldn’t possibly understand just how much Changkyun actually got to you. Especially now that he had realized the effect he had on you and had developed the audacity to actually take advantage of it. 

Not as much when Wonwoo was around. But on the rare occasion when the group hung out without him or if you saw each other while out, Changkyun had become shameless in how he looked at you, breaking his usual stoic facade to send you quick but overtly deliberate looks, usually involving a cocky raise of an eyebrow or two. It drove you mad. 

Once or twice, he’d leaned in when no one was paying attention, whispering lowly in your ear, making your skin prickle – always something so vaguely suggestive that you couldn’t actually call it inappropriate even though you knew the whole situation was. 

When he stepped closer now, your stomach jumped. Yes, inappropriate is what this would be if he came any closer. 

The only reason you didn’t think he was purely messing with you was thanks to a text he’d sent a couple months ago.

CK: if you’re bored when wonwoo’s busy lmk

CK: we can chill

Not incriminating on its own. But you’d never told Wonwoo about the offer. And you’d never taken him up on it, finding a way to deflect instead, make it sound like you were just as busy. But you weren’t.

He was a foot away, hands in his pockets, just stood in front of you casually in the still darkness of the kitchen. His head tilted down, his gaze meeting yours, and he did it once again: the eyebrow raise. Like it was a question. A request? A challenge? 

It was intimidating and careless and so fucking hot. You wanted to punch him. 

“What?” dropped from you, a bit abrasive. 

“Why so cranky?” he asked, brows furrowing now as if he was actually asking. He wasn’t.

“My boyfriend ditched me for work,” you played along, head tilting to the side, jaw setting as you tried not to waver. 

“On your birthday…” he added with a little wince of feigned sympathy, the whole thing meant to just rub it in more. “That’s shitty.”

You took in a little breath, working so hard to not let your gaze fall to the span of his broad shoulders, the hills of his firm chest beneath that thin t-shirt. “Kind of, yeah.”

He nodded, his gaze trailing down your body then back up. By the time he was meeting your eyes again, he was stepping forward once more, his hands coming to press against the counter on either side of yours. God, he always smelt so fucking good.

“Kyun.” You turned your head as you spoke quietly, inadvertently inviting him closer when you were just trying to avoid his gorgeous face. The awful buzzing inside of you was getting stronger. 

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Mm, nothing.” His lips brushed your neck like a feather, tickling and making you jump the tiniest bit. “Damn, how long’s it been since he’s touched you?” he said through a smirk before pressing them to you again, this time more firmly, sending a different kind of shock through you. 

A tiny sigh left your lips before you forced yourself to morph it into words: “We can not do this.”

“You want to.”

That one caught you. It was useless to deny it, but admitting it to him felt criminal. 

“You’ve been neglected… I can help,” he whispered against your skin, each word penetrating a little deeper. “Maybe Wonwoo will thank me.”

“I don’t think he will,” you whispered back, practically delirious as he reached your jaw, his nose ending up in your hair. 

“You never know.”

“He’s just busy… We’re– we’re good.”

“I’m not saying you’re not.”

How could someone be so aggravating and so sensual at the same time?

“Just wanna make you feel good on your birthday,” he said then he was tilting his head to yours, catching your bottom lip between his teeth and pausing a moment before pulling slightly, enough to make you moan pathetically. 

Shit.

Tugged by his current, you connected your mouths, your hands floating up to hold his jaw. 

He was closer now, pressing you right up against the counter, his arms wrapping around your back. The deeper the kiss, mouths widening to taste the alcohol on him, the more your inhibitions dissolved. Maybe you were more mad at Wonwoo for bailing than you thought you were. Or maybe he really wouldn’t mind all that much. You could lie to yourself, at least for a few seconds. 

“Think I know how too. Did you know your boyfriend kisses and tells?” he breathed before kissing you again, concealing your surprise. 

You pushed him back but only just enough, not really wanting him to go too far. “What?”

The hazy look in his eye was too much, his head tilting to look at you, gaze dancing over your face, down to your lips. 

“What does that even mean? You guys talk about me?” Your heart was thrumming harder now, in nervousness, in excitement. Sure, you’d figured Wonwoo had bugged Changkyun about his attraction to you about as much as he’d bugged you about yours. But the look on his face was insinuating something else. 

“Mhm,” he sounded out, moving for your lips again as if unable to stay away. “Told me about all the dirty shit you like.”

Your insides twisted, that unsettling feeling in your stomach emanating through you. What the fuck, Wonwoo?

“That you’re just a little whore for him,” he muttered, before taking your lip between his teeth again and biting a bit harder, releasing a second later to drag the tip of his tongue along it. 

All of it sent a shot to your core, your face flaming with heat. “He shouldn’t be telling you stuff,” you replied stubbornly, even as your hands gripped into the front of his shirt and his moved to settle on your hips. 

“Told me we’d probably have fun together.”

“He did not say that,” you pulled back once more to narrow your eyes at him. 

He smiled smugly, apparently enjoying your reaction. “Maybe he did.”

“God, stop being such a fucking liar,” you urged before directing his mouth back to yours, his body coming with it and pressing all along your front. You had daydreamed too many disgusting times about his body pressed to yours like this to not groan at the feeling. 

“Mm– not lying–” he spoke against your kiss, mouth tipping open wider to brush his wet tongue against yours, caressing it as one hand slid up your body, landing warmly on the side of your neck. Breathing a little heavier, he hovered an inch away. “He’s one of my best friends. You don’t think we talk?”

“He’s one of your best friends and you’re doing this–” 

He interrupted you, licking into your mouth again as he caught your chin, distracting you with the firmness of his touches. 

You were hot all over now, especially between your legs where the thrill of all of this had sunk into you despite you knowing how wrong it was. It wasn’t even a lie you were telling yourself; you truly did love Wonwoo. But you’d joked about this with him so many times now that some of the guilt over the idea had seemed to have rubbed away. 

Why didn’t it feel that bad? It should feel bad. It didn’t. It felt so fucking good to kiss him, to have his one hand gripping your hip while the other held your jaw firmly, unable to move away. 

When the two of you separated again, it was on his timing, you lingering in his hold, breathless with red bitten lips, peering up at him. 

“Which one’s your bed?” he asked quietly with a subtle nod to the hallway.

“Is this just a ploy so you don’t have to sleep on the floor?” you muttered, trying to turn your face to look away but he wouldn’t let you, making you watch the slightly intimidating look he shot you, making it clear he was expecting a real answer.

“The master bedroom. But Sam and Kai are sleeping with me so…”

He was already walking away, catching your wrist and tugging you with him, not that you put up any resistance, following him and taking the moment unwatched to swallow the lump in your throat. 

“Kyun,” you said worriedly once the bedroom door was closed behind you but your hands were already moving up his chest, feeling the hard muscle covering him, your feet moving with him as he backed up towards the bed. “Seriously, what are we doing?”

“Do you want this or no?” he asked, dipping his head down to kiss at your neck as his hands found their way under your shirt.

“You know that doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t like seeing you lonely.”

“That’s what this is about?” you whispered, knowing full-well that that was not the truth. 

“I also really want to make you come. Over and over until you’re crying.”

Your jaw tipped open, head tilting involuntarily back as he sucked on your neck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He sounded like Wonwoo. He sounded like Wonwoo when he had time for you, when he wasn’t working all the time. 

He licked over the same spot, leaving a swipe of spit all the way up. It was dirty; it made you physically shiver. “You want that? Want to cry on my cock, Y/N?”

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, wetness seeping into your panties at the thought, his tone of voice, the way he was scratching lightly along your back. “Wonwoo will kill us.”

“He won’t care,” he replied quickly, devoid of emotion, lifting away a moment to be able to pull your shirt over your head with your full cooperation before adding: “Ok, maybe a little.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“You can beg for his forgiveness. On your knees.”

Oh god, you were so wet. It was uncomfortable at this point. 

“I’m sure it’ll work.” With that, he kissed you once more, drawing you to him. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck tightly as you deepened the kiss, humming into it, addicted to the feeling of him. 

He sat back onto the bed, taking you with him, your legs splaying to straddle him as his hands caressed down over your ass before landing a sharp slap on one cheek. Even through the denim, you could feel the sting of it, reacting with a groan into his mouth. 

“What the fuck?”

Separating your lips abruptly, you recognized Wonwoo’s voice in an instant, your heart beginning to thud heavily. It was lodged up in your throat. Like you couldn’t breathe. He was here?

When you looked at the doorway, he tossed his overnight bag to the ground, staring the both of you down. 

There were no words to say. It was exactly what it looked like. You had meant to. 

“Fuck, Wonwoo–…” you breathed out, scrunching your face up in shame before you could even think to move from where you were propped up over Changkyun – who hadn’t even been smart enough to take his hands off your ass.

He closed the door roughly. “Well, happy fucking birthday to you, huh?” he spat out too quietly before setting his jaw once again, the muscle clearly tensing even from feet away. 

“I’m sorry, I–...” you started before once again finding yourself lost for words, letting out a gust of wasted air as your head dropped down between your shoulders in defeat. 

When you went to move, he was already behind you, his touch forcing you to fall to the side instead, onto the mattress beside his best friend, catching you off guard; he was normally only ever physical with you during sex. He’d never laid a hand on you otherwise.

“I thought you were fucking kidding,” he said, now directed at Changkyun and making you blink up at him in confusion. 

You felt cold all over, the dread of what this would mean seeping into you despite how fast your heart was pumping the blood through your body. 

“I said it seriously,” Changkyun said before shrugging – fucking shrugging – where he was now propped, his hands splayed out behind him holding him up. “Not my fault if you didn’t believe me.”

“Fuck you,” Wonwoo scoffed but it had a tinge of a laugh in it. 

“Wait– what?” you asked, glancing between the two of them in confused panic. 

“She just wants to be touched, man,” Changkyun said then, switching his attention to you as he leaned over onto one elbow, crossing his free arm to graze along your side.

And just as his words promised, you inhaled audibly at the touch, at the intimacy of his fingertips trailing towards your hip bone, the top of your jeans. 

“No shit,” Wonwoo said sharply, bringing a hand up to run through his hair, one stubborn strand falling right back down onto his forehead. But then he didn’t say anything else, didn’t even make a move to stop his friend. He just watched as Changkyun’s thumb dipped under the waistband on your jeans and slid towards the button.

You gulped. Your body was incredibly confused, goosebumps popping up across your skin but no part of you was clear on the exact cause. Because Changkyun still looked hazily drunk on you, and Wonwoo was attempting to process everything at warp speed, his breathing seeming to calm even as his tongue pushed harshly into his cheek. 

And then there was you, laid back on the bed, caught looking between them.

He popped the button, turning his head to look at Wonwoo as his fingers found the zipper and slid it down. “I think she’s nice and wet for us,” he said so simply, looking down right at the moment that Wonwoo’s eyebrows pushed up.

To be fair, he must’ve been longing for it too. It had been weeks since the two of you had fucked. You couldn’t be the only one feeling deprived. 

His gaze hopped from Changkyun’s face to his hand to your face. “Baby,” he said firmly. 

“I… I know,” you said nervously but still making no move to stop his friend. You didn’t want him to stop. But you had to keep your head, at least a little bit. “Should we– go talk?”

Changkyun paused where his hand was dipping inside your jeans, dangerously close to pulling a moan from you, to look up at Wonwoo for his reply.

“Talk about what?” He came close leaning over your legs, hands dipping into the mattress on either side of your thighs, to raise an eyebrow at you. “How you were about to sleep with my best friend? Behind my back?”

“I would’ve told you,” you said in a small voice. 

Wonwoo licked at the corner of his mouth, staring you down. Why did it feel like his anger was more for show than anything? Why hadn’t he tossed Changkyun out of the fucking room yet?

The hand in your pants moved lower, finding the wet spot and pulling a soft inhale from you despite you trying to hide it, your lips pushing together. 

“If you guys are actually going to fuck around on me, at least have the decency to include me,” he said finally, reaching for the top of your jeans to roughly pull them down and straight off, tossing them behind him onto the floor. 

Beside you, the corner of Changkyun’s mouth quirked up. 

What the fuck. The threesome thing has been a joke. A joke. Every time. 

“Wait, what?” you asked, brows drawn together so dramatically, your eyeballs about to pop out of your head. For a second, you completely forgot about Changkyun’s fingers teasing over the crotch of your panties. “Aren’t you… mad?”

He didn’t respond, not even looking at you as he leaned back over you and bit at the top of your breast while his hands went underneath to unclasp your bra. 

Reflexively, your hands tangled in his hair, a gasp coming out at the sudden knick to your skin just as Changkyun started to slowly rub in circles, making a bigger mess of the cotton fabric. Still, you pressed your head into the bed and arched up, making it easier for Wonwoo to fling the bra across the room as well. 

“Do you want me to be mad?” He caught your nipple lightly between his teeth, finally tilting his head up slightly to look at you. 

“I– I, I…” you stuttered out, startled by the feeling and just everything going on at once. With another breath you finally managed a flustered: “I just don’t want you to stop.”

“Oh, I’m not gonna stop.” He sucked the nipple into his mouth harshly, pulling a pained moan from you, the intensity on your touch-starved body hurting so good. 

“You are fucking soaked,” came from beside you, Changkyun’s voice shaking you somehow more than his hand between your legs. 

“I…” you went to speak again but there was nothing to say, a pant leaving your lips as Wonwoo continued to roughly tongue at your nipple, his other hand pinching and squeezing with similar vigour. 

Then Changkyun pressed harder. Right on your clit. 

“Ah, fuck.” Your hips bucked up, immediately beginning to grind against his hand. He was right; you could feel that you were so wet already. It was fucking ridiculous. 

“It turns you on, baby?” Wonwoo paused only a second as he switched to your other breast, taunting you once more before enveloping your hard nipple with his mouth. “The idea of fucking my best friend in front of me?”

Changkyun scooted his body closer, eyes trailing up and down yours as his fingers continued their motion. It felt too good for what it was – as if your nerve endings were on fire. Because there was no way that a bit of rubbing over your panties would normally have you reacting like this. 

You let out a little whimper before the words came. “You– you know the answer to that.”

“Can't believe you told him you wanted to fuck me,” Changkyun said in his low tone, piercing eyes finally connecting with yours. God, he looked so fucking hot, you couldn’t stop the way your teeth bit at your lip.

Wonwoo had started kissing down your torso, sucking harsh marks into the roundness of your breasts, the skin along your rib cage, tongue trailing down to your tummy. 

“Fantasizing about your boyfriend's friend?” Changkyun continued, "Not good, Y/N."

Another whimper as you shut your eyes tight, this time more out of embarrassment than anything. “Couldn't help it.”

“Fuck, you are a little slut,” he mumbled, letting his head fall to your neck, his nose followed by his lips grazing along your jaw line. Then he was biting at your ear lobe, redirecting pain signals up before Wonwoo dragged them right back down again, a dark red spit-covered mark now emblazoned on your hip bone. 

“Is that right? Are you my little slut?” Not even bothering to tell him to move his hand, Wonwoo just pulled the panties off with force, allowing Changkyun’s long fingers to press directly into your wetness, an audible squelching sound reaching all of your ears. 

You moaned at the direct contact, back arching up as you reached out to grab onto Changkyun who was fixated on the sight of your bare core. 

“Hmm? Are you my little slut, baby?” Wonwoo asked again as he crawled back up, pushing your legs apart until they were bent back, leaving you fully on display to both of them. 

When you still didn’t answer, too distracted by the slippery circles being painted over your clit, he slapped the side of one of your breasts, just hard enough for it to grab your attention, following up with a pinch to both nipples. “Hm?”

“Fuck. Yes– sorry, yes. I am,” you spluttered out, clenching around nothing, more arousal undoubtedly leaking out of you as it always did when Wonwoo got rough with you or was mean to you in any capacity. Which was, fortunately, a lot of the time. Your sexual compatibility was insane – it was part of the reason why you ended up feeling so ravenous when he was too busy to be intimate with you for a week or two. You craved it. 

“And you’re going to do everything I say? Be a good little girl?” He leaned down a bit to come face to face with your pussy, dangling his perfect mouth right in front of you. 

You nodded, peering down at him where he had you pinned firmly with his hands on the back of your thighs, and watched as he gathered spit in his mouth then let it drop directly onto your hole. You could feel it, trickling down your folds to your ass and probably onto the sheets beneath you. It just made you moan more. 

“Gotta prove to me that you can be good. Because that’s pretty fucking hard to believe right now, Y/N.”

“I can do that,” you said softly, slipping into obedient submission even faster than normal – thanks to circumstances. 

He looked up at the room for a split second before focusing back on you and the desperate frown between your eyebrows. “You do everything I say. No fucking complaining, ok?”

You gave him another tiny yet fervent nod, eager for him to continue, for something, anything. Whatever he would give you. 

“Ok,” he said, seemingly satisfied before he was tapping the side of your ass. “Turn.”

You did so quickly, watching him with wide eyes as he guided you where he wanted: your head half-hanging off the edge while Changkyun adjusted with you, ending up between your parted legs. 

Right away, your friend was leaning over you, back to teasing your slick folds, making you shiver as you watched him. “This pretty pussy,” Changkyun groaned as he spread it open to two fingers, voice still quiet and relatively monotone even as he expressed his appreciation. “How does he fit in this tiny little cunt?”

The words made you clench, tightening more around the fingertips prodding at your entrance. 

Wonwoo stood by your head. His clothes had come off quickly, his gorgeous dick hanging hard in front of your face when your head fell back to look upside down at him. “We make it fit. Right, baby?” he said too sweetly before grabbing a fistful of your hair. “Open.”

Your tongue was already out before he could even finish the word, lips wrapping around the thick head of his cock as he sunk into your mouth. 

Barely giving you a second, he pushed in farther, his other hand coming to the side of your head as well to hold it in place. 

At the same time, Changkyun was slowly sliding a finger into your warmth, your walls spasming around him. “Fuck,” he groaned low in his throat. “Just wants to be filled so bad.”

Your whine vibrated around Wonwoo’s cock, turning into a gag as he stuffed it down into your throat. Already wetness was springing to your eyes at the feeling of the hard intrusion, your hands jumping to rest on the sides of his thighs though you did nothing to try to stop his movements. All you wanted was for him to use you like he hadn’t done in weeks. 

“Poor neglected pussy. Sucking me in,” Changkyun said and you could hear the exaggerated pout in his voice. “Wonwoo doesn’t pay enough attention to you.”

The fact that it was obvious that he was talking about your pussy over talking about you just made you whine more, the pathetic sound getting louder when he slipped in another finger, pushing them in deep until his knuckles were pressed right up against you. 

Wonwoo had started fucking into your mouth, slow but not slow enough for you to mistake him for being gentle. No, he clearly didn’t care about making you comfortable, pushing it in deep until you were gagging all over again before pulling out to let you breathe a moment, letting the strings of spit hang from his dick. 

You kept your mouth open, ready to receive him over and over again, even when your jaw started to ache a bit, wide eyes brimming with tears, staring up at him each time he pulled back enough for you to be able to see him. 

“Good girl. Love it when you listen to me,” he groaned, finally letting you hear a bit of the satisfaction in his voice, the mix of the physical pleasure with the control he had over you. 

A proud hum bubbled out of you, the praise sending an actual tingle across your skin and making you clench once more. 

Changkyun started fucking into you a little harder, making you a little more crazy. But you weren’t sure how much farther you could go. It felt like they’d barely done anything to you and you were already about to crumple. 

Wonwoo’s hands slid down from the sides of your head to your neck, thumbs crossing over to lightly choke you as he fucked into your throat a little quicker, using shallower thrusts to feel the way his length moved under his palms. He’d fucked you liked this before; only a handful of times but he always came so hard when he did, entranced by the feeling of his thick cock causing a protrusion in your throat. 

It was hard on you though, taking him this way while simultaneously having Changkyun pumping into you. You couldn’t writhe and moan in the way you needed to. But you were being good – whatever Wonwoo wanted. Whatever they wanted. 

Feeling him hard and leaking in your throat was enough to kill you, especially when he would look down at you when he pulled out, jaw dropped open as he took in your messy appearance. Even with the face he put on when he was dominating you, he could never fully hide the way you drove him crazy. 

Cursing between breaths, your eyes locked with Wonwoo’s as Changkyun fucked into you harder, wrapping an arm around you to hold your hips down, and hooking his fingers in a way that had you crying out nonsensically. 

“You’re such a fucking mess, baby. You like his fingers that much?” He rubbed his tip over your tongue that was once again obediently awaiting him, before pulling back. “Or you just like being used this much?” He smirked at your fucked-out nod, your eyes falling shut as the next moan was shook from you. 

“Gonna come? Can’t even keep still,” you heard Changkyun chastise, leaning more weight onto the hand he had pinned across your body. 

It put pressure on your lower stomach, making everything more intense, the drag of his fingers overwhelming as you tightened around him. Wonwoo’s grip on your throat tightened too and before you knew it, you were coming, practically gushing around Changkyun’s fingers as you cried out, zero perception of how loud you were being, your hands flying to yank on the sheets on either side of you. 

“Good girl,” one of them said, so low you could practically feel it, but in your haze their deep voices were interchangeable. 

You were still wiggling under Changyun’s hold, taking his unrelenting ministrations, still shivering in pleasure, still disoriented, when you felt Wonwoo’s hand move to your jaw, a brief warning before his dick was pressing at your lips, opening them easily to push in again. 

“Keep going. Being such a good little toy now.” He was being nice, using your lips that you were suctioning as best you could, using your tongue that you were trying to remember to work, guiding himself not too deep into you over and over until he too was moaning. 

When you came down to earth and the fingers in your pussy became too much, you reached for your friend’s hand, grabbing at his wrist blindly. But he just pushed you away, holding your wrist tightly to your tummy as he continued his pace, not even bothering to slow down to give you a chance to recover. 

You moaned out your disagreement, slight alarm even, at the intense feeling but it was like it barely met his ears, muffled by Wonwoo sliding into your mouth again and cooing at you that you could take it.

He knew you could; he knew you so well. He’d pushed you far. He also knew that you would tap his leg three times if you really needed them to stop. Had that been something he’d told Changkyun too? 

When you heard a sharp pftoo, it was followed by another glob hitting your clit. He pulled his fingers out for a moment to collect the extra lubrication before pushing them in again, now with three instead of two, flipping to be palm up. 

“Ahh,” you gasped out around the cock in your mouth, quickly losing your mind to the point where you could barely do your job anymore. No, now you really were just a hole for Wonwoo to use, fucking himself into your mouth as every muscle in your body contracted, a sudden pressure so strong at the way Changkyun’s perfect fingers were back to abusing your g-spot. 

Once again, you could hear the wetness of your orgasm, his fingers pumping in and out at lightning speed as he drew out your euphoria. The pleasure shot out from your core, to your fingertips, to your tiptoes. All you could do was sob around Wonwoo’s cock as he came too, one hand bracing gently on your chest as the other jerked himself through it, keeping just the tip between your lips. 

“Fucking– ughhh,” he groaned, the thick cum hitting your tongue and being quickly swallowed down in your effort not to choke. When he was done, he pulled away, the final dribbles of his release getting smeared on your cheek before he was wiping it up with a finger to push into your mouth. 

Finally, Changkyun was slowing his movements but you were still shuddering, attempting to babble at him that it was enough. 

“You wanted him so bad. You’re gonna take whatever he gives you. I know you can take a lot, baby.”

The words didn’t really sink in. Your eyes were still closed, your body finally able to relax down into the mattress now that Changkyun had stopped moving his hand, seemingly adjusting himself on the bed from the way it was dipping. 

Suddenly, you were overwhelmed with the wet warmth of a tongue enveloping your clit, swiping over it in broad strokes, and you could feel his fingers pressing against your front wall rhythmically. He couldn’t really be trying to get you to come again, could he?

“Ah, god. It’s– it’s too much–”

But then, just when you felt like you were going to have to push him away, the surge of pleasure was hitting you. He was pulling against the inside of you just right, mixing it with the suction on your clit, making you moan desperately for him again, your fingers tangling in his hair for grounding. 

“Fuck! Kyun–” Your words were strangled, messy, completely involuntary. “Oh my god, I’m coming again, I’m coming, I’m coming–” you rambled, turning it into a whiny sob when you started to run out of breath. You couldn’t help the way you were rolling your hips up against his face, your back arching off the bed and your hand still gripping tightly in place so he wouldn’t dare stop – not until your third high had run its course. 

It was only once you’d collapsed into jelly that he backed off, removing his fingers and leaving you with one final lick of your arousal, gathering it on his tongue and swallowing it down as you lifted your head to stare down at him in disbelief.

Now you were truly a mess, eyes still watery around the edges and your chest heaving from the exertion simply from coming that hard. 

He smirked, licking at his fingers as he sat up onto his knees, letting you get a good look at the large tent in his pants. Fuuuck. 

But you were so fucking spent already. “I can’t, I can’t,” you whispered with a shake of your head.

“He knows what he’s doing, baby.”

“Yeah, clearly,” you said under your breath but they both heard you because Changkyun let out a sexy little chuckle and Wonwoo was smirking at you as he came back over from where his bag sat, chucking a condom onto the sheets beside you. 

“Remember when you said you were going to do everything I say? That means taking everything that we’re giving you, pretty girl.” He climbed on the bed as Changkyun climbed off to undress. “I’m being so nice right now. So you don’t get to fight it.” 

“I… I already came three times,” you said exasperated but your voice was soft, hoping it would help you attain the pity you were looking for. 

“So?” he asked uncaringly, pushing his eyebrows up at you and shrugging. Well, clearly this wasn’t going to go in your favour. 

“So... it’s a lot…” you said even more pathetically, sitting up shakily and reaching out for him to come closer. 

He did so immediately, helping you so you were both kneeling on the bed, your hands slipping over the defined muscles of his abdomen. “Yeah, but I don’t care.” It came out so patronizingly sweet, the chosen words in complete contradiction to his tone and the way he was gently holding you steady in front of him. 

Crazily, it sent a wave of arousal through you, straight to your swollen, sensitive cunt, forcing out a little frustrated whimper from you. 

“My needy little slut wants a cock so bad that she’s willing to fuck my best friend. But now that she gets it, it’s too much. Is that right? Is it too much, baby?” he carried on, now in a much more commanding tone, looking over to Changkyun who had settled near the two of you on the bed, then back to you. 

Your chin tipped up, asking for a kiss as you tried to tug him closer. 

“Answer the question, baby.”

“No…” you said through a pout.

“No, what?”

“It’s not too much.”

He took hold of your jaw. “So, you’re going to be good?”

Your tongue wet your lips as you nodded in his grip. “Can I have a kiss, baby? Please?”

“Open,” was all he said then you were doing so, sticking out your tongue for him once again so he could spit on it forcefully. He waited a moment, admiring you and your puppy dog eyes, mouth wide open like a good little girl, before he closed it with a press of his fingers under your chin and instructed you to swallow. 

As soon as you had done so, he was pulling you into a deep kiss, the feeling a shattering relief in your system. He was familiar; he was home. Even when he was treating you like this because he knew you loved it, he was your ultimate comfort. With a hum of satisfaction, you kissed him back eagerly, hands wrapping around the sides of his neck as you pushed your body flush with his. 

“Take his dick and don’t complain,” he said when he pulled back, pushing you softly away from him and towards his friend who was now tearing open the condom with his teeth. 

“You sure, man?” Changkyun asked casually as he slid it on. It was the first moment you actually took in his dick and how big it was. How it rivalled Wonwoo in length and girth. And how it was about to ruin you. 

“Do whatever you want. She wants to get used? Use her.” 

Again, you found yourself gulping, your heart speeding up at the mean words. You wanted it so bad but Changkyun made you nervous. Clearly he was relentless in the same way your boyfriend was. And yes, you trusted him as a friend. But this was all new.

“How do you want it?” he asked you, catching you off guard as you came closer, taking in the gorgeous lines of his built physique. Before you could answer, a hand was sliding up your neck so he could take hold of your hair and use it to turn your face up towards him and his apathetic eyes. “Hmm?”

How had you ended up in bed with someone even colder than your boyfriend? Fuck, you liked it so much. The thought distracted you, keeping you from answering. 

“Fine. I’ll choose,” he said, letting go of his hold so he could spin you around, a hand coming down on your back to push you onto your hands and knees. 

Even with how spent you were from the previous orgasms, your knees quickly spread a little wider as you lowered yourself onto your forearms, presenting yourself as if you were the birthday gift. 

“Such a pathetic little slut. Just wanted to get fucked so bad,” Changkyun taunted as his hand caressed your ass cheek, pulling you open for him as he directed his cock to rub over your slick lips. 

“God,” you sighed out a moan, swaying back in search of more.

“You just love being talked down to, don’t you?” he said amusedly as he leaned over your back and pushed down on the back of your neck, retreating his length away from you. “Fuck…”

Right away you were whining, not prepared for him to tease after how the night had gone so far. Normally Wonwoo teased you so much, made sure you were capable of being a patient good girl for him. Tonight, you’d been spoiled. 

“I told you. She fucking loves it.”

Your head turned to look at Wonwoo as you tried to comprehend his words. But as much as you wanted to say something, present your disdain for your sex life being shared so openly, deep down you just found it hot. Because it was him and Changkyun. And the idea of them talking about you like that made you feel strangely powerful, filling both of their minds in such a way.

And, there was the fact that you were so thoroughly in a submissive headspace. You couldn’t talk back to Wonwoo if you tried. 

“Arch your back for me,” came next and you did just that, pressing your chest to the bed and lifting as best you could for Changkyun’s hands to caress the globes of your ass. 

“I told you, she’s perfect,” Wonwoo spoke up, settling beside you so you could see him where you had your head turned. 

Changkyun chuckled. “You did say that. Many times.” His tip was teasing at your hole again, dipping inside marginally before brushing over your clit to make you jerk slightly. “You didn’t know that, baby, did you? That your boyfriend tells me about how perfect your pussy is all the time?”

When you turned slightly to look up at him, Wonwoo was watching your reaction unworried, hand reaching out to stroke your hair. “I only say good things, I promise.” 

Your brows pulled into a wince, your body reacting more to the sensations than to any big revelations going on. At this point, you really didn’t care. You just needed him inside of you. Why was he still not inside of you? “Please. Feel so empty,” you whined softly. 

Changkyun cursed under his breath, pushing into you a little before pulling back. “That was so cute, it almost worked.”

Everything he said was making your stomach flip but the word ‘cute’ coming from his lips to describe you was doing even more. “Please, please,” you whispered out a few more times, using your last few brain cells in the best way you could imagine.

He groaned again, gripping harder where his hands sat on your hips. Wonwoo laughed at him and you almost smiled. 

“Changkyun-ah…” you breathed. “Want you please.”

“That’s how she gets you.”

“Such a good girl. Asking so nicely,” Changkyun praised as he pushed in again, this time granting you a few rock-hard inches. 

“Oh my god,” you choked out, your body tipping forward a bit, retreating from the intense stretch. 

“Nuh-uh-uh-” Wonwoo sounded, leaning forward to place a firm hand on your back – a clear direct that you were to stay in place. 

“Be good,” Changkyun said firmly at the same time. 

With that, you did so as best you could, face smushing into the mattress as you stayed still, hands scrunched up in the sheets, taking everything he gave you as he slid in further. 

“Fuck, good fucking girl.” Now, Changkyun was even more talkative, words slipping out effortlessly at the feel of you. “How are you so tight around me still? Did you not already come three times? What the fuck?”

Your reply was simply a wavering moan as he bottomed out in you, his hands pulling your hips back against his pelvis until he was pressed in as far as he could possibly go. “I–” you squeaked out before stopping yourself. 

“Don’t say it’s too much, baby. I won’t be happy with you.”

“But–” you started to say but you shut yourself up when Changkyun started to move, pulling out almost all the way before sinking back into your sensitive warmth. 

“But what?” he asked from behind you, sliding in again and again until you couldn’t even process either of them speaking to you. It felt so fucking good after him making you wait, your perpetual arousal making him slip in a little easier and allowing that squelching sound a reappearance. "You can take it."

It was practically unfair how easy it was for both of them to get you like this. Changkyun knew how to fuck you as if he’d done it a hundred times. 

He’d barely been pumping into you for two minutes before you were already on the brink, endless pathetic sounds coming from you as you took him deep, any discomfort from the rough handling earlier disappearing as your cunt pulsed around him. 

Wonwoo was laid beside you now, whispering more dirty shit into your ear as his fingers tucked into your hair once again – they’d talked about you so much, about how much Changkyun would enjoy ruining you too, about how you thrived on being dominated… It was no wonder that he would always look at you the way he did; he’d already fucked you in his head a thousand times over. 

Breathy moans fell from you with each word. It was too good. Wonwoo knew just how to talk to have you clenching around his friend’s cock so hard that it almost hurt, making more tears spring to your eyes. 

Changkyun cursed behind you, fucking you even harder at the sound of your whimpers. “She’s gripping me so tight, Jesus Christ,” he groaned out with effort. 

When Wonwoo pulled back to be able to slip two fingers into your mouth, you knew – and he knew too – you were about to be done for. Because as soon as you were done dutifully sucking them, coating them in your spit, he was reaching under you and finding your clit to rub in quick circles.

You gasped but nothing else came out as you came hard for both of them, jaw dropped open as you pressed your forehead down into the mattress, holding tightly to whatever you could. 

While Wonwoo’s hand worked furiously, Changkyun just fucked you harder, low moans coming out of him at the feeling of your walls spasming around his length. 

“Good girl… Coming so good for us,” Wonwoo praised. “You like my friend’s cock? Just needed a dick? Any dick to get off on?”

You were still in another world but you felt yourself shake your head as if it was someone else. 

“No, that’s right. I know you wanted his. Is it as good as you thought, baby?” he asked, the taunting tone so evident in his voice. “Is it better than mine? Or is mine still the best you’ve ever had?”

You knew you shouldn’t answer. You couldn’t talk anyway, not with the way they were both carrying on, not giving you a spare second for your body to come down and reset. No, Changkyun was still rolling into you, not as hard but still sliding in steadily while Wonwoo fondled your clit between his fingers. 

Your body writhed but it wasn’t sure whether to go towards the stimulation or away. When you finally could speak, all you could get out was a tired: “Oh my god.”

“I know, baby, I know.” So condescending that it thrilled you all over again. “But Changkyun-ah’s not done.”

You whimpered, the sensations grating on you now, despite them not being painful. Still, Wonwoo’s fingers were doing wonders to soothe, swirling over your clit just right, until you were melting into the bed.

“Come here,” he said suddenly, helping you to lift your head and turn it to kiss him. It set you alight again; something you would never get tired of, Wonwoo’s soft lips moving over yours so tenderly. 

When you moaned into the kiss at the brush of his tongue, you tightened once again, pulling more sounds from the man behind you. 

“One more. Come for me once more, Y/N-ah, then I’ll come for you.” 

You could hear the strain in his husky voice but he still sounded far too held together for everything that was going on. Apparently, like his best friend, he too had superior self-control. 

While you couldn’t fathom coming again, Wonwoo disagreed, pulling back from the kiss to look into your shiny eyes. “One more, baby. Give him one more for me. You’re so wet, dripping all over my hand. My little whore. I know you can give us one more.”

Your immediate reaction was to pout at his serious face, your head easily falling back to the bed with the jerks of your body. 

But then Changkyun was directing your hips back a bit more, lowering them slightly so he could hit a different angle, a somehow better angle, once that made him feel bigger inside of you. “Here, like this. Fuck – does that feel good?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, nodding eagerly as the feeling overtook you, making you see stars. Then you were gasping again as he hit into that spot harder: “Oh fuck!”

Wonwoo’s lips found your neck, sucking harshly at the skin, making up for how unblemished it had been recently. Doubling down, he used his free hand to pinch your nipple, trying to send you into sensory overload and succeeding.

More moans; this time from both of you as Changkyun got close as well. But you couldn’t worry about him because suddenly you were coming again, the wave hitting you so hard and fast that not a single one of you seemed to expect it. 

“Ahh, fuuuuck, god–” Body tingling, you shook in place, your legs about to give out, hip flexors on fire from the effort to keep yourself up. But it was so good that it was somehow worth it, all the dopamine coursing through your veins making you feel like you were floating. 

As you tensed, riding out the feeling, his thrusts faltered, the start of his release meeting the end of yours with the way he pushed deep and held himself there. 

With a few throaty curses, he spilled into the condom, staying enveloped in your tight grip for an extra minute as the both of you tried to catch your breath. 

“Good job, baby,” Wonwoo praised softly. “Such a good girl.”

You were sticky; you were sore – but none of that compared to the buzz still flowing through you. Not just from the orgasm but from the whole thing. You were so tired, you wouldn’t have been surprised if you were dreaming, about to wake up in a groggy state next to the two drunk friends you were supposed to have shared this bed with. 

Wonwoo was watching you, thumb brushing over the mark he’d left on your neck before moving to push back the strands of hair that were slipping into your face. “You good, love?” he asked softly, careful eyes watching you as you took in a deep breath, not fully there yet. 

When Changkyun pulled out of you gently, your body slipped down until it was flat on the mattress, the soreness in your hips aching for a moment at the release of tension before it started to subside. 

It wasn’t surprising when he didn’t say anything else, disappearing to chuck the condom before coming back onto the bed with his boxers replaced. He sat on the other side of you, watching as Wonwoo embraced you, kissing your forehead, cheeks, nose. 

“I’m good.” You smiled warmly at his affections, sleepy eyes taking slow blinks before you were able to focus them on him. “So, so good.”

He seemed to like that, his face softening at the words and the way you were looking at him. “Mm, I fucking love you,” he said, all cutely aggressive before he was pressing another kiss to your lips. Satisfied, he rolled onto his back, one hand coming up to run through his hair while the other lingered on you. 

Feeling the need to move your shaky body, and wanting to be able to see Changkyun again in the process, you flipped over as well. When you looked at him, laying a hand on his bare knee and giving it a tiny squeeze, he looked at you a little surprised. 

“Hey,” you breathed, not really sure what to say but wanting to say something. You’d all been so caught up in the lust and excitement – now all that was left was the actual fallout of every insane decision that had been made in the last hour. 

“Hey,” he said in his awkward way, almost suspiciously, though he didn’t seem nervous at all. His gaze dropped to your hand before meeting your eyes once more. 

You couldn’t help the little breath of laughter that came out. This was all ridiculous. You pulled yourself up, making sure you didn’t feel too dizzy before pushing off the bed onto your feet. Yep, you were definitely going to be sore. 

They both watched you as you tiptoed to find your clothes that had been whipped around, pulling on enough to cover you before you slipped out of the door to go find the bathroom. 

Being alone while you peed, it made it easy to worry about what happened now. But instead of allowing yourself to speculate, you hurried back to the room, walking in and shutting the door swiftly behind you to find the two of them chatting and laughing as they pulled on their own clothes. 

Now, you felt nervous but in a different way. In a butterflies way. 

“Yeah, we'll see,” is the last thing that Wonwoo said before he was looking at you expectantly, switching his attention. 

You walked right to him, clinging to his side as he wrapped his arms around you. 

“Hi baby,” he greeted, thumb rubbing over your shoulder where he held you. “Go on,” he whispered, loosening his grip for you to climb on the bed, knowing he’d follow, knowing he cared to be extra attentive after something like that. “How do you feel?” he asked, settling against the headboard as you curled up on him, his arms circling your waist. 

“All good,” you assured, enjoying the warmth around you as your eyes settled on Changkyun.

He was standing at the corner of the bed, hands finding his pockets once more, looking at the two of you. 

“You can come here, you know,” you said after a moment, feeling like something would be unresolved inside of you until you felt him on you too. 

It felt far too weird to just go back to giving each other looks after that. The remnants of your last orgasm hadn’t even fully settled inside of you and he was standing six feet away like he hadn’t just been responsible for every single one of them. 

He shot you a look, brow quirking up, looking so handsome all of a sudden. “Where the fuck do you want me to go?”

“Right here,” you offered casually, opening your arms to him. “We’re all entitled to a bit of aftercare, I would think.”

His lip twitched, his gaze darting to Wonwoo.

“As long as that’s ok with you,” you added over your shoulder upon realizing you were taking a startling amount of liberties in your relationship in one day. 

“It’s not like either of you would listen to me anyway,” he said flatly but he squeezed you a bit tighter. Changkyun’s little smile – like he was suppressing it a bit – confirmed that Wonwoo was just teasing once more. 

When he climbed on and crawled over, now apparently comically unsure how to move around you, you had to actually pull him down on you to get him to settle, letting him rest back against your chest. 

“This is so weird.”

“Shush,” you admonished softly before nuzzling into the embrace on both sides of you, his upper body too broad for you to really wrap around him well. “You wanted to fuck me? This is what comes with it.”

You could feel the little chuckle he let out before he finally let the weight of his head rest back against your sternum. 

“Ok then,” he gave in quietly and you were surprised at the relief you felt. 

Wonwoo kissed your hair before whispering into your ear: “You’re cute.”

It made you giggle. “Obviously, we need to talk about this…”

“Mm,” Wonwoo agreed noncommittally. 

“Mostly, I feel like you need to say something.”

“Mm,” he sounded out again, more like a grumble. This whole situation was a surprise to you but Wonwoo’s lack of desire to talk it to pieces wasn’t. 

“Or don’t,” you added, laughing once more. “Just thought you might… have some thoughts.”

Changkyun just listened, a hand coming to play with your fingers where they laid on his clothed torso. 

“I love you,” Wonwoo said after a moment.

“I love you,” you said through a smile, turning your head slightly to kiss his shoulder. 

“Don’t leave me for Changkyun.”

Another chuckle. “I’m not leaving you for anyone.”

“Then we’re good.”

“See, I told you we’re good,” you said, tapping your hand lightly on Changkyun’s abdomen.

“And I told you he’d forgive you,” he replied right away.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, rolling your eyes as your arms unconsciously cuddled him closer. Then you felt him grasp your hand in his, still leaving it where it was. 

“So, is this happening again or…?” he asked, voice completely neutral. 

You turned your head once more, a signal to Wonwoo that he was expected to speak. 

“Mm,” he hummed once more, sounding sleepier now as his head came forward to press a kiss to your shoulder. “We’ll figure out how it’ll work in the morning.”

“Really?” you asked quietly. 

“Someone needs to take care of you when I’m too busy,” he said simply, like it was terribly obvious. 

Your toes wiggled involuntarily, the embarrassing habit betraying your happiness. It made Wonwoo let out a deep chuckle. 

“Cute,” Changkyun said, twisting his leg to knock against your foot.

With a squeeze of his hand, you shushed him and smiled.

A/N: clearly i really struggle to write just smut. like i just get attached to the characters and want there to be something deeper or give them some kind of happy ending or life after whatever i’m writing. so sorry if the ending stuff feels random. i just felt like i had to have some kind of resolution between the three of them for my own sake! especially after the smut being a bit more intense… so yeah! i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did 💕

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Masterlist

can i walk you home?

14. if people let you down

warnings cursing, reader discussing insecurity

ciwyh masterlist next

taglist @peterparkoure @bangchansbae @chaotickyrith @napalmskiez @john-joong @phtogravi @nyasstars @httphans @hello-2-u-from-me @punkhazardlaw

— thirst trap ⟢

pairing: seungcheol x reader

summary: when your boyfriend posts a deliberate thirst trap for millions to see, you end up feeling just a little bit sulky.

word count: 2.8k words

tags: established relationship, fluff, smut

warnings: implied hand kink? graphic sexual content (minors dni!!)

notes: cheol ghosts us all on ig for almost a month then comes back and drops those fucking selfies like it's no one's business!?!?!?!?! i want to BITE him !! heads up that this isn't proofread :')

smut tags: phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk

svt taglist: @wonderfulshinee - @misssugarlips - @yourfavoritefreakyhan - @jeanjacketjesus - @just-here-to-read-01 - @hanihans - @venusrae - @taestrwbrry - @minnie-mouser22 - @dreamhannies - @thvhannie - @kkooongie - @gae-uls - @lenireads - @gaebestie - @ryusha-rose

seungcheol taglist: @changk6un - @renjunphile - @pluviophile-xxx

Seungcheol updates his Instagram page sparingly—this is a well-known fact.

Though he's, by no means, an inactive user, your boyfriend often leaves his fans and followers wondering when he's going to bother dropping his next selca because of how long the intervals between his posts are. He uploads an average of two pictures per month. Three if he's feeling generous.

So when he finally posts one after almost a month of radio silence on his socials, it's practically a godsent miracle.

You still have his post notifications turned on, despite the fact that he often asks you to choose from an assortment of shots before posting them altogether.

After all, there are instances where Seungcheol has to make quick PR, when he doesn't have the time to ask which boyfriend pics you'll allow him to post for the world to see, and which ones you wanted to keep for yourself.

Times like this, for example.

You don't get to check his latest post right away when your phone dings with the notification—as you were wrapping up some leftover work you decided to continue at home. Although, you were half-expecting another brand collaboration of some sort. He's been getting lots of those lately.

But when you finally find the time to pull up on his Instagram page, you're greeted by an adorable mirror selca on the first slide, and it has you pouting at him.

Well, adorable isn't the right word for it, really.

Seungcheol's head is tilted upward while he stares down at the screen of his phone—looking smug as hell especially with the way his dark hair fall over his eyes. But he's finally using the cherry patterned phone case you got for him last Christmas, as well as the Shin-chan popsocket that Jeonghan gave him as a souvenir from his trip to Japan. Coupled with his natural curls, you're able to overlook that tantalizing look on his face in favor of gushing about those other details instead.

You double-tap the picture before checking out the other photos. There are three slides in total, and you can already picture Seungcheol showing off his dimples or making a kissy face to balance out his borderline sultry expression in the first slide. He knows damn well that he's daddy-coded and tends to even that out with some aegyo here and there.

The second photo gives you a better view of his whereabouts—one of the boxing gyms just a few blocks away from their company's office building.

Seungcheol has taken you there once before to give you a feel of the basic training regimen, but after a few sessions, you concluded that you're just going to have to stick to your regular workouts after all.

You snicker when you realize he's wearing that silly designer Pop-Eye cardigan—showing off his dimples as expected. You've been together for so long, that you practically have Seungcheol's go-to poses engraved in your mind.

When you finally swipe to the last slide, however, the smile on your face vanishes in an instant.

The cardigan is off, and you're met with the sight of your boyfriend donned with a fitted gray shirt. It's not your first time seeing it, and it's not his first time wearing it, but you're pretty damn sure his followers have yet to see this particular form-fitting shirt while he's at the gym.

You puff out your cheeks in some form of indignance. It's only been three hours since Seungcheol posted the pictures, but he's already racked up 900,000 likes in that timespan. You're not sure if you feel happy about it or not.

Heat prickles the back of your neck as you scroll down to see the caption he attached to the post.

Mind over body🖤

"Mind over body my ass," you scoff before taking a nosedive into his comment section. If Seungcheol's showing something off here, it's definitely not his mind.

Reading through all the thirsty things his followers are saying about him used to be a past time of yours, where Seungcheol would turn red from embarrassment as you recited each one aloud with a scandalous tone. If you play your cards right he's perfectly easy to fluster.

But now, as you scroll through the fifth comment asking him for a headlock, you feel a nasty feeling coiling in your chest—one that you immediately realize is possessiveness.

You knew that dating an idol means that you're virtually sharing him with his fans until he decides to quit. Even if Seungcheol has never made you feel like he's anything but yours, the fact still stands that he's being perceived by thousands of people all over the world.

He knows that. He knows that damn well, so of course he'll treat everyone and their mothers to a goddamn thirst trap on what was supposed to be a quiet Friday night.

You scroll back up to the collection of photos Seungcheol decided to grace the world with—biting your lip when you realize just how well his biceps fill out the sleeves of that stupid shirt. If only he hadn't taken off that stupid Pop-Eye cardigan, you wouldn't be having such a dilemma right now.

It doesn't help that you're starting to notice how nice his hands look in every picture. Fuck.

Despite being on break from group activities, Seungcheol has had a couple of solo ventures keeping him occupied over the past few days. It's been about a week since you last saw him in person, and a month since the two of you fooled around in bed.

Surely, the jury won't condemn you for becoming all hot and bothered because of how tempting Seungcheol's thick fingers are in those photos, right?

Just when you're about to put your phone down and schedule a relaxing evening with one of your vibrators, a text notification hovers at the top of your screen.

Cheol: hey, baby, how was work? is it ok to call now?

God fucking dammit.

Me: just finished. yeah, you can call :)

It doesn't even take Seungcheol a full minute before your phone starts vibrating in your hand. You sigh, answering without another thought.

"Hi," Seungcheol says.

"Hi," you tell him back. "Aren't you tired? You went to Music Bank today, right?"

Your boyfriend sighs, and you hear some rustling on the other end of the line. He must be in bed by now.

"A little, but it's not like we were the ones performing at the music show today," he chuckles. "If anyone's tired, it's definitely Seokmin, Seungkwan, and Soonyoung. They haven't had a proper rest day since the album was released."

You sigh. "And you're having a group comeback in a couple of months, too. Poor guys."

"Yeah. That's why I asked Wonwoo and Mingyu to come with me to check on them. Idiots don't usually have a proper gauge of their own personal limits."

"That's rich, coming from an idiot leader who doesn't know how to take his own breaks either," you interject, rolling your eyes even though he can't see it. "Speaking of breaks, what made you hit the gym today? You usually don't go that late."

Seungcheol is quiet for a moment—probably trying to figure out how you found out about his plans for tonight, before realizing that he just dropped the world's most unsubtle thirst trap in the history of thirst traps.

"Oh, you know. Just to clear my head and stuff," he says, before quietly adding, "That, and Mingyu told me the fans were starting to miss me on Instagram."

You can't help the huff that escapes you. So Kim Mingyu is the mastermind behind this after all.

"What?" Seungcheol laughs airily. "Don't tell me the photos I picked were ugly."

"It's the exact opposite actually," you say before clearing out your desk so you can settle yourself on your own bed. "You did too well and now I'm going to have to fight the thirty-thousand people in the comments asking if you can suffocate them with your arms to establish dominance."

Another laugh—this time, a low rumble in his chest. "Oh? Did you like the pics I took that much, princess?"

Now that you're under the covers, you feel more comfortable—more inclined to be honest about the inappropriate reactions you had to those stupid fucking mirror selfies.

"Mhmm," you whisper. "Your fingers looked really nice in them, Cheol..."

The sound of him groaning at the other end of the line shoots straight through your core, making you clench your thighs together. These damn work schedules. If the two of you weren't so busy, he might already have those thick digits buried inside you by now.

"Yeah?" He questions huskily. "You've been thinking about my fingers, baby? Where do you want them?"

You take your lower lip between your teeth, inching your legs apart as your free hand starts to glide between your thighs. The gusset of your underwear is starting to get soaked by the minute, but you feel no semblance of shame for it.

"Inside my pussy," you gasp a little when you press down your clit through the fabric of your panties. "Love it when you finger me while we make out, Cheol. Always so hot..."

"Fuck," he sighs, and you hear more rustling in the background. "Put me on speaker phone, princess. I can't go to you right now, but I can still help get you off. That sound good to you?"

You whimper before removing your panties altogether spreading your slick along your glistening seam. "Yes, please."

As the two of you get comfortable, you hang onto the sound of Seungcheol's voice like a lifeline. There's just something so unbearably arousing when he's talking to you with his sex voice. Though it doesn't sound that different from when he's performing Hip-hop Unit songs, you know the desire laced in his words is reserved for you, and you alone.

Those people in his comments can only dream of getting what Seungcheol spoils you with on the regular.

"You all good, baby? Can you hear me well?"

You swallow thickly. "Uh-huh."

"Good. Now, I want you to tease yourself just a little. Make yourself wet enough first," your boyfriend commands, and you can practically picture him licking his lips.

In return, you let out a soft whine. "You already made me wet because of those pictures..."

"I did, didn't I?" He laughs, that evil, evil man. "But you're not wet enough, princess. I want to hear your cunt squelching around those tiny fingers through the phone when you fuck yourself. You can do that for me, right?"

You let out a shuddering breath when you gather some more of the slick trickling out of your hole—using that to rub your clit in tight circles. If you listen hard enough, you can hear a rather...suggestive noise on Seungcheol's end. Thinking about him pumping his thick cock in his fist sends another rush of arousal through you.

"'M playing with myself, Cheolie," you whimper. "Are you, too?"

He lets out a sigh so sexy, it makes you yearn for his presence even more. "You bet I am. Hearing you admit that you got all worked up because of those pictures made me so fucking hard, princess. Been so long since I last had these fingers shoved up your needy cunt."

"C-Can I put them in now?" You practically beg. "P-Please, Cheol. I need—"

"Go ahead, baby. Slide in two fingers for me. I know you can take 'em."

The soft moan that tumbles out of your lips is pornographic even in its subtlety—burying two digits to the hilt as you continue rubbing your clit with your other hand.

It isn't enough. Your own fingers can only reach half of what Seungcheol can, but you're going to have to make do.

"Shit. That's what I'm talking about," Seungcheol groans when he picks up on that telltale squelch he's been yearning to hear again. "Your pussy's always such a mess, isn't it? Doesn't matter if you don't have a cock to split you in half right now. You'll get wet from just about anything."

"That's not—ah! That's not true," you mewl as you curl your fingers inside in an attempt of finding your g-spot. When the pads manage to graze a sensitive patch of flesh that has you writhing on the mattress, you know the effort isn't entirely fruitless. "I only get wet for you, Cheolie."

"And I only pop a boner when my needy princess starts to get worked up without me," he growls. "You like the pace you've set right now, baby? Now, imagine it's my cock hitting you over and over—making a mess of that perfect cunt while you squeeze me like a vice."

Your rhythm falters at the image he plants in your mind. Fuck. It's just now occurring to you how much you missed being spread open on his cock.

"Seungcheol," you whimper, hips starting to gyrate on the mattress. "I miss you so much, fuck."

He hisses through his teeth. "I miss you, too, princess. Can't wait to see you again."

"Can I use one of my toys?" You ask, half-hoping he'll relent even though you know his answer's still going to be:

"No," Seungcheol replies firmly. "You're gonna get off to your own fingers and the sound of my voice like a good girl. You understand? Now get on your knees and lie on your chest."

His instructions confuse you a little, but you still do as you're told, pruning fingers never straying too far from your slick heat as Seungcheol mutters the dirtiest things on the other line.

"You always come so hard when I fuck you from behind," he growls. "Try fingering yourself again, princess. You'll understand why."

You press your cheek against the cold sheets, easing three fingers into your sopping entrance before establishing a pace you're comfortable with. The moment you finally settle into the new position, you curl those digits again before your back practically arches into the mattress—ripping out a pretty little moan from your lips.

"You can reach a lot deeper now, can you?" Seungcheol laughs but you're still floored by the pleasurable sensation and the fact that he knows your body so well, he can tell you how to make yourself fall apart even if he isn't with you. "Keep doing just that, princess. You'll be coming on the sheets in no time."

"Fuck, Cheol," you breathe, thighs quivering as you continue to thrust your soaked fingers in and out of your pussy. "Wish you were here with me... Want you to blow my back out so fucking bad, shit—"

"I will, baby. I will," he promises, just as breathless as you are. "It's sad that I'll end up coming on my stomach instead of inside you, but it's the yearning that makes it all worth the wait, right?"

Fuck. He's so...

"I'm so close, baby," Seungcheol continues. "Play with your clit and come with me."

You don't need to think it through—tireless moans spilling from your lips as you obey your boyfriend's instructions. The lovely angle that Seungcheol just introduced to you coupled with how hypersensitive your puffy clit has become is sending your brain into a frenzy that you didn't think you were going to experience tonight.

"Your cunt sounds so goddamn tasty, princess. You're close, aren't you?" Seungcheol babbles, and the deep sound of his voice only serves to turn you on further. "That's it. That's my good girl. You'll take everything in that greedy pussy. Be it your fingers or mine, those little toys or my cock—you take them all so fucking well. Don't even get me started about whenever I dump my load inside your needy hole."

How are you supposed to last long when your boyfriend has gotten the art of dirty talk down to a T? You didn't even think it's possible for you to get off without any of your toys, but the sound of Seungcheol's voice whispering all that filth into your ear has the electric impulses of an orgasm skidding across every synapse in your fucked out brain.

Your boyfriend lets out a long-winded groan on his end, and you can picture those white hot streams of cum dribbling from his tip and onto his toned stomach. And you're not even there to see it.

"That's it, let go for me, princess," Seungcheol whispers hoarsely as you slowly sink down from your high. "I promise I'll stuff you full next time we see each other."

"Promise me you won't post any more thirst traps, and we'll call it quits," you interject, still feeling a bit blissed out, but coherent enough to carry on your initial sulking.

"Hm? Why's that?"

"Because news flash: I actually don't like sharing my hot as fuck boyfriend to his own fans," you growl. "If you're gonna take pictures like that, send them to me and nobody else!"

Seungcheol barks out an incredulous laugh. "Aww, my possessive princess doesn't want me to post gym pics anymore? I don't wanna let down the fans, baby."

"Oh? Which one do you want more, your fans' attention or this pussy?" you proposition him.

Your boyfriend groans. "Baby, if you rile me up again, I might end up sneaking one of our cars out just so I can pay you a visit."

"What's stopping you then?"

Seungcheol sighs like he doesn't know what to do with you.

"Alright. I'll be there in twenty."

⟢ end notes: i...don't know what came over me tbh i saw those pics of cheol and thought, i NEED to write something and voila! honestly thought i was a jeonghan n shua stan but i've been feeling so rabid for cheol these days that i might just be a 95z stan after all 🥹 i hope you guys like this horny brain child i finished writing at exactly 2:43 in the morning of dino's birthday LMFAO i definitely did NOT plan to write this, so let's thank ig user sound_of_coups for sponsoring today's content 🤭 edit: i wrote a lil sequel of sorts here! the chelrot just won't stop yk...

seungcheol boyfriend headcanons <3

a/n: posting boyfriend seungcheol hcs next, as requested ! seungcheol just makes me feel so safe !! i won't lie -- it took me a while to write this because i would think about bf seungcheol and feel so warm that all i wanted to do was curl up in a comfy blanket and watch my favorite tv show :,-) pics not mine <3

content: fluff | wc: 1.3k | warnings: none! | pairing: boyfriend!seuncheol x gn!reader | requests: open

i desperately want to be a silly billy and make seungcheol act dramatic so i can fawn over just how precious he is <333 what a goofy lil guy !!!

seungcheol is 100% boyfriend material and the bestest boy

he is SO competitive

he's actually MORE competitive with you because he loves you the most and is so very comfortable with you !!

seungcheol makes competitions out of anything and everything

carrying groceries into your place ?? whoever carries the most bags and the quickest is declared grocery royalty

watching a movie together ?? whoever can guess the plot accurately has movie-picking privileges for the rest of the year

definitely loves playing kids games with you and, if you're into it, drinking games and by that i mean the s.coups game

he gets MAJOR heart eyes if you get even just a lil competitive with him

if you get properly heated during a game/competition ?? he's losing it !!!! (his mind, not the game ofc)

if you beat him at anything, he'll complain and be a lil baby, but he's actually proud of and impressed by you and will brag about it to seventeen because "my partner is the best at everything" <333

i see him holding hands by linking pinkies

it's lowkey but also cute and it gives him all the butterflies that only you can stir up in him

loves it when you'll lean into his side when you're walking like that

it's such a lighthearted and sweet type of physical contact that it makes him absolutely weak in the knees :,-)

it makes him feel young at heart, and he cherishes puppy love as much as he cherishes more mature/grownup love

he also melts when you lean on his shoulder

seungcheol will kiss the top of your head every. single. time.

no room for negotiation on that one because he cannot resist it or you because you are simply too cute

he also loves being babied

if you hold his face in both your hands, he's looking at you with sparkling heart eyes

and he is lost in a giggling fit

he's such a laughy boy <3 he cannot contain his happiness when he's with you !!

also cannot contain the blushing that comes whenever you compliment him, especially when you call him cute

his ears are guaranteed to be pink if you call him a nickname too !

he will laugh at super sweet petnames, but his favorites are special nicknames that only you two share

they're based off an inside joke, a special moment from your relationship, and/or your favorite qualities about each other :,-)

seungcheol will never ever admit the extent to which he loves being babied, but he'll literally hold you in place if you're cuddling and you get up

his face will stay unchanged, save for a small upward turn of his lips, and he is holding on for DEAR. LIFE.

he's a teddy bear covered in super glue and it's all for you <3

he's just so cozy !!! and he thinks you're the coziest person in the whole world !!! both for his heart and for cuddling

one time he told you this when he was very sleepy and had a super blissful smile on his face <3 you will never let him live it down <3

he'll groan every time you bring it up but he won't deny that it's true

seungcheol is also a big fan of matching loungewear, specifically hoodies

he simply adores casual couple behavior

to him, it's perfect because it shows off how comfortable you are with each other, and he loves matching with you when you're alone together because it adds to the specialness of the time and space you share

also really enjoys wearing some kind of matching clothes when y'all are hanging out with friends because it's a subtle way to show off to everyone that you two are An Item

not that they need a reminder because he talks about you constantly and you two look at each other with so much love and joy in your eyes <33

if and when the members tease y'all about your couple outfits and adorable behavior, seungcheol will flat out tell them that they're jealous

and he's right LOL

definitely married couple vibes from you two because you're just so relaxed and content with each other in every way

there’s a security and a deep understanding and trusting connection you share

he is absolutely the best shoulder to cry on

literally that one verse in 기대 when he’s asking for a name of everyone/everything that made you cry is how he feels whenever something's hurting you please i want him to protect me

seungcheol gets fired up when you’re upset because he is so frustrated at the fact there are things/people in this world that dare to upset you, the love of his life

regardless of how >:-( he gets when someone or something has caused you a lot of stress, he will be so soft and tender when comforting you and caring for you in hard times

seungcheol is extremely protective of you and will constantly work to protect and support you in the ways that you need <3

he also asks you to protect and support him when things get hard or overwhelming because you’re the only person he feels he can rely on 100% of the time

he doesn’t have to be strong for you all the time because he knows you’ll love him even when he can’t be strong :-( i'm crying

he feels so safe with you, and you two will always be at each other's side, through the best and the worst of times

i do see him as someone who lowkey loves hating the people/things you hate LMAO

not in a super serious way, but he will always hype you up when you’re venting about That One Person 

in the same vein, he loves to love the people/things you like 

he gets so excited whenever you’re excited !!

he will in fact squeal if he’s celebrating good news with you or if that one couple in a show you’re watching finally get together he’s so soft and cute i’m screaming

going back to seugcheol, you, and hoodies

seungcheol loves to see you in his hoodies/shirts/hats/etc but complains about you stealing them LMAO

when you try to give them back, he acts hurt

“why do you want to give them back?? are they not high enough quality for you??”

and you’re like ??? "cheol, jeonghan told me you complained about not having your favorite hoodie for at least fifteen minutes, so i’m giving you back your favorite hoodie"

he’s blushing and trying extremely hard to keep his annoyed face when he replies, “FINE.”

secretly he’s happy he gets to wear something that smells like you, and slowly but surely there’s a rotation of his clothes in your closet, switching them out when he “needs” them back for an outfit

aka he is taking them with him on tour or when his schedules mean he won’t be able to see you very often so he can at least have something with him that reminds him of you

tbh he's pretty cheesy in this regard and in many other ways but he tries to act tsundere and it just comes out so cute <3

seungcheol is such a laughy boy

he loves to be playful with you

sometimes he mocks you in a childish voice, especially if you're having a playful argument about something dumb, but then laughs cutely right after so you’re not THAT mad

it frequently happens that you both get stuck in a loop of mocking each other's voices like children on the playground and after far too long of it going on you two burst into hysterical laughter

don't be surprised if seungcheol says, "i love you" after he catches his breath and wipes his tears once the laughing fit has passed

you're the only person who can make him laugh like that and it fills his heart with more joy than you could imagine :,-)

seungcheol is the sweetest, most solid partner in the world. he adores you, and he will never let you forget that because you are his favorite person in the world !!

brb i'm going to run as fast as i can to seungcheol so i can give him a big hug and thank him for existing :,-)

i hope everyone gets the seungcheol they deserve <3