Texting Bf!ateez While Theyre On Tour

☆ texting bf!ateez while they’re on tour

- i saw ateez last weekend and miss them so bad so this is how I cope 😇

warnings: kys joke, swearing, reader is a freak tbh, some nsfw?

- requests are open for multiple groups pssttt !!

swallow | park seonghwa

pairing: park seonghwa x afab!reader

word count: 5.6K

this is part 2 of open wide! if you have not yet read part 1, i highly suggest reading it first.

summary: ever since that night, seonghwa has been avoiding you. but when new guy yunho starts at the restaurant, tensions rise until it reaches a breaking point.

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, restaurant!au, bartender!seonghwa, server!reader, enemies to lovers trope, smoking (cigarette), alcohol consumption, sex under the influence of alcohol (but both consenting), fingering, unprotected piv (wrap it up y'all), dick slapping, biting, cumplay, oral (f receiving), face sitting, creampie, degrading, use of petnames (princess, baby), the passion is T H E R E, woosan allegations once again, feat. new guy!yunho, server/work bestie!ryujin, servers!wooyoung and san, restaurant manager!hongjoong.

author's note: i already intended on making a part 2 of open wide, and everyone's feedback was so sweet and helpful on part 1! thank u again to @hausofmingi and T for being my beta-readers as always :-) plz enjoy ♡ ✧*

your eyes flutter open to the birds chirping outside. it’s way too fucking early to be awake right now. you feel yourself in a half-dream half-awake state, mind fuzzy and floaty. you turn your head to the side to see the man you spent the night with; the man who made you feel so good.

you rub your eyes a bit, attempting to wipe away the sleepiness. your vision adjusts, and you take a deeper look at him. seonghwa.

he really is beautiful. perfectly plump lips, long eyelashes, and there’s something about the way his nose is just a liiiiittle bit bumped at the bridge. even in his flaws you find beauty. you can’t resist gazing at him while he sleeps, his hair all messy in his face. why is it that he is so beautiful, yet the way he treats you is so far from that?

he shifts a bit, letting out a gentle sigh. your eyes begin to droop again, and you feel yourself drift off to the sound of his soft breathing.

when you wake, your bed feels cold. he left. you sit up slowly, stretching your arms up to ring out the exhaustion from your body. you look back at the empty spot next you.

it’s interesting that he left without a word, but you don’t know what to make out of it. before last night, you clearly couldn’t stand each other. you thought he was conceited and condescending. he was rude. and even during last night, his ego pooled over. but was the mere thought of missing him childish? you can’t help but to feel like there was something more to it. there was something on a deeper level that made you curious, therefore you wanted it back even more so. you started to feel like those girls from the movies; the ones where the girl becomes clingy after a one night stand. a cliché.

so what if he didn’t stay? it’s not like he actually felt anything for you. it was just a quick fuck. you probably were just another girl that he decided to throw a bone to. that’s what cocky men like him enjoy; just someone to string along and play with until he’s bored with them. you figured that time came sooner than you expected. well fuck him.

he hasn’t made eye contact with you once since you came in to work. you have the section right in front of the bar (thanks for nothing, hongjoong) so you have to just bear through it every time you pass him by. you prep your tables for service, wiping them down mindlessly.

you suppose there isn’t really a right way to go about this. sleeping with a coworker is a no-no, especially in restaurants. it gets messy (but it happens nonetheless). it’s not like you can go up to him and talk to him as if nothing happened. he didn’t exactly set you up for success either. he left without a word, and now you’re forced into the same space as him, clueless as to what to do. you decide to just ignore him unless absolutely necessary.

ryujin hops over next to you, a little too peppy for how you’re feeling.

“are you ready for a great service tonight?” ryujin says sarcastically, but with a grin.

“i want it to be over already,” you force out a dry chuckle, still half-assing the prep for your tables.

“the hell is wrong with you?” ryujin snorts.

“i’ll just—“ you start, but then realize you felt eyes burning into you. you look up the moment seonghwa’s gaze shifts, going back to wiping down the bar. “um, i’ll tell you later.”

“okay…” ryujin says, puzzled. she walks back to her section to prep.

your eyes are compelled to shift back up to seonghwa. at this point it just feels embarrassing to be wondering what he’s thinking, wondering if he felt what you felt sunday night. your thoughts are interrupted by hongjoong approaching you with a tall man, someone new.

“this is yunho,” hongjoong says, almost presenting the man to you. “he’s going to be trailing you tonight. just show him the ropes and i’ll grab him once dinner service slows down.”

yunho steps forward, extending a hand to you. “it’s so nice to meet you!” he gives you a warm smile as you shake his hand.

“it’s nice to meet you too, yunho,” you say, surprised by the immediate kindness. this feels a lot nicer than how you’ve been treated before.

tuesday nights are usually slow, even during dinner service. you had a decent amount of tables, but nothing you couldn’t handle. and fortunately the new guy caught on really quickly, grabbing the drinks for your tables, clearing empty plates when needed… working with him was making your shift a breeze.

“you’ve worked in restaurants before, haven’t you?” you ask yunho. you refill a water jug for your table with him in the back.

“yeah, i have,” he says meekly, rubbing the back of his neck. “you can tell?”

“definitely,” you nod with a smile. “what happened at the last place?”

“the management,” he chuckles, and you knew exactly what he meant without any explanation. “don’t tell anyone, but i quit without notice.”

you fake a gasp, pretending to clutch your pearls. you let out a light-hearted laugh. “don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

yunho gives a sweet smile to you, eye contact lingering a bit. you look down and realize the jug of water started overflowing and quickly move it away, letting out a humored yelp.

“oops,” he whispers, and you both giggle quietly to each other while wiping down the mess.

little did you know, seonghwa was entering the back to switch kegs for the beer on tap, and he walked in on your giggle-fest. he looks between the two of you momentarily as he continues to the back. you don’t even notice him until he passes. in a strange way, you can almost see annoyance radiating off of him. but maybe you’re making things up?

at the end of service, you finish closing all your tabs and count your tips at the bar with ryujin and wooyoung. yunho was in the back with hongjoong, debriefing the shift. you assumed seonghwa was in the back too, but you pushed away the curiosity.

“what a slow night,” ryujin sighs. she holds up her measly few bills and fakes a cry.

“how was training the new guy?” wooyoung inquires, packing his things.

“it was really good,” you can’t help but smile a little too big. your face drops when seonghwa walks back out to the bar, carrying a pack of beer to restock. you swear he steals a glance at you before kneeling down to refill the low-boys.

“speak of the devil!” ryujin grins, with all of you shifting your view to see yunho walking to the bar with an apron in hand.

“i think you guys might be seeing a lot more of me from now on,” he says, fake-cockily. the three of you congratulate him, all while seonghwa minds to himself.

“when’s your next shift then?” you ask.

“hongjoong said i’ll train the rest of the week, and then my first day live is sunday,” he says, throwing his bag on his shoulder.

“you know what that means…” wooyoung voices mischievously.

“uhhh, what does that mean?” yunho utters, a curious expression on his face.

“sunday celebration!” ryujin throws her hands up in excitement.

“what the hell is sunday celebration?” yunho laughs.

“basically,” ryujin starts, “it’s where we all go out after our shift to a dive bar nearby and drink away our sorrows. but this time we can drink in ACTUAL celebration!”

“i could be down for that,” yunho says. he looks directly to you. “will i see you there?”

your lips part to answer, but your ears are punctured by glass shattering, and the sound of beer fizzing on the floor. your head snaps over to see seonghwa grumbling and picking up the pieces.

“party foul!” wooyoung says jokingly, but then was met with seonghwa’s glare. “kidding…”

you stand from the bar stool and gather your things, taking the cue to leave. “i’m gonna head out. yunho, see you tomorrow?”

“yup,” he says, holding back a smile. “i’ll see you then.”

you turn to walk to the door, feeling eyes like daggers piercing your back.

seonghwa is messing up a lot lately. which is very unlike him, being that he’s a perfectionist. you rang up an order of drinks for your tables, and yeah it was quite a few drinks, but you had never seen him mistake a gin martini for a vodka martini. you approach the drink pass with the misfired drink, setting it down.

“seonghwa,” you call to him, pointing at the drink. “i need a gin martini.”

“that IS a gin martini,” he says flatly, filling a beer from the tap. so sure of himself.

“no,” you insist. “this is vodka.”

he approaches the pass, setting down the beer with its appropriate ticket. he plucks a cocktail straw to do a straw taste of the drink. but with the sip, he wasn’t remotely shaken. he just tosses the liquid in the sink, remaking it without a word.

“you just gonna stand there and watch?” he says while stirring the beverage.

“are you gonna make it right this time?” you snap.

he places the drink on the pass, clearly pissed off. he slams the ticket next to the drink and glares at you, almost too close. you feel the huffs of his irritated breaths fanning your face, and for the first time since that night, you really look at each other. but all that was tangible in the air was anger.

“run your drink, princess.” he enunciates your nickname, packing a punch.

after finishing your closing duties, you’re ready to leave and put this shift behind you. you wave goodbye to your coworkers and start heading out the back door, it being held open by a loose brick. just as your feet hit the pavement of the alley, you hear your name being called behind you.

“wait!” you turn to yunho calling after you, and stopping in the doorway. “you leaving?”

“oh, uh, yeah,” you say, adjusting your tote bag on your shoulder. “i got all my side work done so i’m heading home.”

“oh, okay,” he says shyly, obviously with a second thought on his mind.

you look at each other for a moment, but not out of awkwardness, just with a peculiar feeling of enticement.

“so um, how was training with wooyoung today?” you ask.

“oh yeah,” yunho laughs. “it was good. he’s really funny with his tables.”

“yeah, that guy’s definitely a yapper,” you both giggle to each other in amusement.

“sooo… you’re walking home?” he asks, leaning on the frame of the door.

“i usually walk home, i don’t live that far,” you explain.

“me too! maybe i can walk you—“ yunho gets cut off by seonghwa barging into the doorway.

“can i borrow her for a sec?” seonghwa says, barely making it a question.

yunho hesitantly nods, “yeah, um, i guess i’ll see you later?” he says to you, giving you a small wave.

“yeah, i’ll see you tomorrow yunho,” you force a smile, with a pleading HELP ME written behind your eyes.

seonghwa leads you to the walk in, slamming the door behind him. he hovers over you and you can literally see the heat fuming off of him.

“what do you want, seonghwa?” you ask bluntly, trying your best not to sound intimidated.

“we need to talk,” he growls at you, stepping forward, forcing you to press up against the wall behind you.

“about what?” you quip with a begging tone. is this really the time to talk about it?

your eyes bore into each other, faces inches apart. his snarl nearly dissipates when he rips his eyes away from yours for a moment to glance at your lips. you blink up at him in temptation. you can feel the tension in the air, wondering if it was contempt or all encompassing desire. perhaps it was both.

“th–that shit you pulled earlier, don’t do it again,” seonghwa hesitantly lets out, nearly losing his composure.

“what, when you fucked up my drink order?” you ask.

“when you grilled me in the middle of service,” he defends.

“for fucking up, yeah,” you say, crossing your arms. “doesn’t feel nice to be scolded for your mistakes, does it?”

he glares at you for a beat, clearly unsure how to dig himself out of this hole. a hole that he dug. as if he snapped out of a trance, he steps back slightly. he clenches his jaw, and in a swift motion, withdraws from the walk-in. you’re left alone, still pressed up against the icy wall. a rolling cloud escapes your lips, making you realize you had been holding your breath.

it felt like sunday night didn’t come soon enough. this weekend was busier than usual, so all the running around on top of the rigidity of seonghwa was making you go mad. it’s difficult to avoid someone you hate when you have to retrieve drink orders from him all day. luckily, he just reserved to himself and you followed suit.

throwing your bag onto the bar, you slump into the bar seat at the end of the night.

“here,” hongjoong passes a shift beer to each of the servers at the bar, including you. “you guys need these after this weekend.”

you give a thank you while cracking it open, taking a big gulp. you let out a big sigh of relief.

“you’re right, hongjoong,” you say blissfully. “i did need this.”

ryujin snickers next to you, nudging your shoulder. “there will be plenty more at sunday celebration, don’t you worry.”

“speaking of,” san says, grabbing the shoulders of yunho. “congrats on your first live shift, yunho!”

“yeah, how was it?” you ask. you can’t help but smile at the beaming man.

“it went…” yunho starts, pausing for effect. “swimmingly.”

“sounds like a cause for celebration!” ryujin sing-songs, raising her beer in salute.

you all raise your glasses, short one person of course: seonghwa, who was mopping down the bar floor. after a hefty drink, wooyoung crushes his can first and tosses it in the trash.

“let’s start celebrating, sannie,” wooyoung says, throwing his arm over san’s shoulder. (seriously, what the hell is going on there?)

san and wooyoung book it out the door and ryujin follows soon after, finishing her beer and beckoning you to join.

“almost done, you go ahead!” you encourage, packing up your things hap-hazardly with one hand and chugging your beer with the other.

“shit, you guys drink fast,” yunho says, swishing his beer around to hear how much he has left. with a laugh he says, “wish i could just take this to go.”

“i won’t tell,” you whisper to him, grabbing him to join you. “walk with me?”

“okay,” yunho smiles, almost looking like he had stars in his eyes.

you two waltz out the door, leaving seonghwa at the bar cleaning alone. and with your eyes finally averted away, he can finally have no shame in watching you intently out the window. he is so fucked.

“here’s to yunho!” mingi hosts the cheers, with everyone raising their glasses, clinking them together and collectively taking a drink.

“guys,” yunho says with his face still contorted from the liquor. “thank you so much. you’ve all been so welcoming!”

“of course, you’re part of the fam now!” san smiles, wrapping his arm around the man’s shoulders.

everyone takes their respective seats and mingle amongst each other, all while taking more shots and drinking more beer. you, of course, were sat with ryujin and wooyoung talking about the latest work drama.

“have you guys noticed something different about seonghwa lately?” wooyoung asks. “like when he broke that beer the other night? i swear, the whole year i’ve worked here i’ve never seen him break a thing.”

“dude, yes,” ryujin says, leaning in. “he fucked up a couple of my drink orders today. so weird.”

“he’s definitely been in a bad mood lately,” you mumble, holding back from telling your secret.

“yeah, more than usual,” ryujin rolls her eyes. “he probably just needs to get laid.”

you choke back a bit on your drink, taken off guard by the comment. you realize the problem is not that he needs to get laid, but that he did get laid. and now he’s being tortured by seeing the poor girl at work every day. why did he have to sleep with you when you know he feels nothing but disdain for you? are you just a toy to him? you begin to feel dizzy, partly from the alcohol, but also from the thoughts spinning in your head.

“you okay?” wooyoung asks you, handing you a water. you nod and take the drink from him, but his eyes are quickly diverted to the bar. “oh shit, seonghwa is here.”

“what?” ryujin tries her best to look subtly. “do you think our shit-talking manifested him?”

“i don’t know,” you huff, trying to figure out a way to avoid him. “but i’m gonna go sit on the patio.”

“there’s a patio?” yunho chimes in, hearing the last bit. “can i join?”

you smile and nod, leading him back. this will be a good distraction.

“so…” you start, leaning against the wooden patio covering. “how do you like it here? at the restaurant, i mean.”

“it’s definitely different,” yunho laughs. he leans on the covering next to you. “everyone is super nice, the food is good… and it’s nice to work for a local business. the management seems to really care about the employees.”

“definitely, hongjoong is great manager.” you nod to him.

“it’s actually crazy,” yunho starts. “i’ve never seen so many attractive people all working in one place before.”

“what, like ryujin? or wooyoung? or san?” you giggle, realizing he was right. you do have a LOT of hot coworkers.

“well, sure,” yunho says shyly. “but no, i meant you.”

“oh,” you say, caught off guard. you suddenly feel a lot more drunk. you look up at him momentarily, him leaning closer to you.

if someone else saw this body language from an outside perspective, they’d think that he looks like he wants to kiss you. and so what if he did? would it be the worst thing in the world to entertain this, even after your mess with seonghwa?

yunho leans in and places a soft kiss on your lips, quick but sweet. when he pulls away, you’re left looking at him with an unreadable expression, but in your mind, you were reeling.

there was something… missing. and it irritated the fuck out of you. yunho did give you butterflies, but you wonder if it’s just because it feels nice to have attention on you. especially from someone that’s actually kind and seems like he actually wants to get to know you. but in your crazy toxic head, you realize what was missing. passion.

“i-i’m so sorry, i shouldn’t have done that,” yunho says, touching his fingertips on his lips.

“no, no,” you say, grabbing his arm. “it’s okay.”

before yunho can get out a word, the back door shuts with seonghwa walking out, witnessing the scene. you can’t resist stepping back slightly from yunho, as if it’s not too late to be caught. he looks between you and seonghwa, adding two and two together just from the tension alone.

“i think i’m gonna head back inside,” yunho says, rubbing the back of his neck. “sorry, again.”

“yunho, wait,” you call after him, but he already shuts the door behind him.

“let him leave,” seonghwa commands, leaning against the wall.

“what are you even doing here, seonghwa?” you ask, already putting your guard up.

“the fuck are you doing with the new guy?” he says, placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it with a match. of course he’s one of those pretentious dudes that uses a fucking match to light a cig.

“since when do you smoke?” you say, desperately trying to change the subject.

“i don’t,” he says casually, blowing a cloud into the air. “just been stressed lately.”

“i can tell,” you say, raising an eyebrow. “it’s like you forgot how to bartend.”

“it’s not just work,” he says, brushing off the insult you threw at him. “it’s also you.”

“what about me?” you basically refuse, shaking your head. “i’ve been doing exactly what you want me to do. i don’t talk to you, i don’t look at you. i pretty much avoid you at all costs. you’re off the hook, seonghwa. you don’t have to worry about me bothering you.”

“who says that’s what i wanted?” seonghwa says, finally looking directly to you.

“you didn’t have to say it,” you spit at him, forcing him silent.

the air feels heavy. seonghwa struggles to find words for what he wanted to say. he looks down again, ashing his half-smoked cigarette. the back door opens to wooyoung and san following after him, both opting to sit in the patio chairs in the corner. they continue their conversation, and seonghwa looks to you.

“we should talk somewhere more private,” he says, motioning to your coworkers. he’s already grabbing his keys from his pocket.

“why, so you can keep being an asshole to me without an audience?” you say.

“because i want to finish what we started,” he mumbles, walking out of the patio and to the back parking lot.

you try your best to resist, but curiosity overcame you as you follow.

after a short but tense drive, you arrive at what seems to be seonghwa’s apartment. he shuts the engine off and jumps out of his car. you slowly try to register what the hell is happening, unbuckling and hopping out. seonghwa doesn’t look back you, he just continues walking, knowing you’re trailing after him. he unlocks his front door, letting both of you in. he closes the door behind you, watching you examine your surroundings.

“this is exactly how i imagined your place,” you say, almost to yourself.

“you’ve been imagining my apartment?” he smirks.

“yeah,” you scoff. “it’s just as cold and rigid as you.”

“thanks,” he mutters sarcastically.

“so now what?” you say expectantly. “you bring me back here yell at me? make me cry?”

“there’s only one scenario i want of you crying,” he says, stepping closer to where he’s leaning over you. you suddenly feel stone-cold sober.

“and what’s that?” you say, tongue in your cheek, pretending not to know exactly what’s about to happen. and pretending you don’t want it so bad.

seonghwa grabs your cheek, beckoning your face closer to his. his eyes bore into yours, before landing down to your lips. not holding back anymore, he presses his lips onto yours with purpose. your lips meld into his, placing your hands on his chest. your kiss deepens in fervor, as if the hunger completely took over both of you. soon enough, you’re moving together towards his bedroom, clothes and inhibitions shedding along the way.

you fall back onto the bed with seonghwa standing over you. he takes off his belt while looking down at you with a look that can only be described as burning desire. once he discards his pants, he slowly runs his fingers across your panty-clad core. you’re embarrassed by how fucking wet you are already, slightly closing your legs around him.

“no no, princess,” he smirks down at you, licking his lips. “keep them open for me.”

you do as your told, letting him push your underwear to the side and feeling the wetness between your folds. he gathers some of your slick and brings his fingers to his mouth, savoring it.

“fuck,” he tilts his head up as he groans, unintentionally bucking his hips against the edge of the bed. “you taste so fucking good.”

with one hand gripping your thigh, the other hand dips back to your heat to slowly insert his middle finger in you. he lets you adjust momentarily before sliding in his ring finger, curling them both. he thrusts in and out, all while watching you squirm under his touch. he just watches in awe, mouth hanging open as he fixates on your pussy enveloping his digits, coating them with your essence. he releases the hand on your thigh to palm himself at the sight. he twitches in his underwear, precum soaking through at the tip.

as if he couldn’t take it anymore, he withdraws his fingers from inside you and rips your underwear, completely tearing the fabric to have more access to you. he tugs his bottoms down to release his aching cockhead, the tip leaking in a long drip onto you. he guides his member down the length of your core to gather your juices and stimulating your clit all the while.

with an elongated hiss, he enters you slowly. you’re taking every inch of him, pulsating around him. you moan with him as he starts rolling his hips into you. you can feel his head hitting every inch of your walls, the pressure making you moan in sweet agony. your sounds ring in his ears, savoring the whimpers you let out just for him. this quickens his pace, still driving into you with cadence.

he’s literally fucking you into the mattress, splitting you open with vigor. you find it impossible to keep from tightening around him in pleasure, and he loses a bit of his rhythm. he pulls out of you completely.

“you’re gonna make me cum if you keep squeezing me like that,” he says between exasperated breaths. he holds his length above you, slapping it onto your core. he bites his lip to hold back a groan before grabbing your waist to switch positions.

he sits up on the bed and places you on top of him. he holds your waist as he guides you down onto his cock. he examines every inch of your face, reveling at the way it contorts at the feeling of him entering you. once you adjust to him again, you start moving. you ride him, throwing your head back. seonghwa takes the opportunity to kiss and bite at the expanse of your neck. he moans as he begins thrusting upwards in tandem with you. he’s hitting all the right spots, and your bodies move together like a dance.

the moans you let out are uncontrollable, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. it feels like no one’s ever made you feel this way, feel this good. and maybe it’s true; maybe no one has ever awakened this primal, animalistic desire within you. it feels addictive, and you could not get enough. you pull him closer, yearning to feel every inch of his glistening body against yours, desperate for your forms to meld together in an all-encompassing embrace.

he crashes his lips to yours in a fervent kiss, a surge of passion pouring through and intensifying with every passing second. he reaches his hand down to toy with your clit, forcing you off his lips to let out a wanton moan. you core clenches around his length and a wave of stimulation transcends your body.

“cum with me, baby,” seonghwa lets out softly, continuing to thrust into you and toying with your clit.

you throw your head back in ecstasy, all while seonghwa’s eyes devour every inch of you, mesmerized by the sounds of your moans, the sweat trickling down your neck. each movement and touch sends shivers down his spine, solidifying his obsession with you. he wishes with every fiber of his being he could immortalize this sight in his mind forever. he is absolutely captivated by you.

“you’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs before resting his hand just below the side of your face.

his jaw goes slack when your core clenches erratically around him, drinking up this view as you completely come undone on his cock. he continues to piston into you until he follows immediately after, no longer holding back his moans of euphoria.

as your hips both begin to slow to a stop, seonghwa pulls you off of him, eyes still full of unrelenting lust.

“get on top of me,” he says, pulling you to straddle his face. “i want to taste myself in you.”

his hands grip your thighs as he guides your folds to his eager mouth. as soon as your core meets his tongue, a moan escapes his lips. his seed is still spilling out of you, and he licks up every drop with determination. your hips are still above him, hesitant to put your full weight on him.

“i need you sit on my face,” he says between licks. “i want you to fucking suffocate me.”

his hands on your thighs urge you down, letting you become fully seated on his mouth. he devours you, exploring every inch of you. you rock your hips against his tongue, each motion intensifying your pleasure. his hands encourage you to move faster, to take what you want from him. he separates from your core briefly to groan.

“baby, fuck my tongue,” he commands, attaching back onto you, granting you full access to his mouth.

you let his tongue slide into you and thrust onto it, all while his nose bumps at your clit. you feel the tension building in your stomach once again. the overstimulation sends you spiraling, hips continuing to grind onto his hungry tongue. you see his eyebrows knitting together in bliss, the vibrations of his insistent moans sending a pang throughout your body.

“seonghwa, p-please,” you beg, as if you weren’t the one on top of him, fucking his mouth. his dominance overtook you in every way, no matter what position. “i’m going to cum.”

he nods as if he’s saying, ‘yes, please cum on my face, please let me feel you,’ but is stifled by the grinding of your hips. he flattens his tongue so you can thrust your folds on him, and he’s smirking with lust behind his eyes. you let out a cry in pure bliss, your core contracting and spilling your essence onto his lips. he swallows every drop before latching his mouth back onto your clit, prolonging your orgasm. your movements slow down, and you let out a satisfied moan.

you fall off of him, positioning to rest your head on his chest. the waves of pleasure start to subside, and the only thing that can be heard in the silent air was the synchronization of your heartbeats. then reality hits you.

“seonghwa,” you say quietly. “what are we doing? why are we doing this?”

“i don’t know,” he sighs, bringing his hand up to run his fingers through your hair. he struggles to find the right words. “i just… i don’t think i want this to stop.”

you lift your head up, almost thinking it’s a joke. but when you look into his eyes, you can tell he’s being genuine.

“but… but you hate me,” you say.

“i could never hate you,” he urges. he places his hand on your cheek, stroking softly.

you want so badly to believe him, to trust the softness in his eyes. but a voice in the back of your head reminds you that this is temporary, this isn’t real for him, and urges you to not fall for this trap. your mind plays over the past few weeks of turmoil between you. you recall every harsh word, every cold stare, and wonder if this moment of tenderness can truly outweigh all of that pain. is it worth risking your heart again?

“then i need you to explain yourself,” you say, pushing his hand away. “tell me why you’ve been like this with me.”

he sits up, taking a deep breath. “i’ve been so fucking stupid,” he shakes his head. “i think all these years of working at a restaurant kind of roughed me up. i think i built these walls to try and prove myself in the industry, to prove something to myself. and it made me become someone i don’t even like.”

he meets your gaze, seeing your anticipation for him to continue.

“and then i met you, and i still had these walls. i walked all over you and made you feel like shit. and what’s so fucked up about it is that despite that, i actually started to like you,” he runs his fingers through his hair. “i was scared. i’m still scared.”

you never expected him to be this vulnerable with you, let alone confess his feelings for you. you sit up and kiss him softly, intimately.

in that moment, the barriers between you begin to crumble. it’s not going to be easy, but for the first time, you find yourself on the same page.

“i don’t know what comes next,” you say softly. “but we can be scared together.”

a/n: guys i am so proud of this one! i hope i successfully portrayed the intensity between them. shit got my heart racing personally. again, im new to writing fics so plz leave feedback and reblog to support me! thank u sooooo much ♡

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sacrifices | smg

best friend!mingi|cutie!reader

genre: it’s filthy tbh

warnings: pure mingi is not so pure, he has the nastiest wet dream and he wakes up a mess, he’s still so sweet, cunnilingus, dirty talk, mingi has a big dick, self-indulgent, creampie. reader is a chunky babe, he thinks you're so pretty.

words: 6.7k

songs: sacrifices by tinashe, anomaly by azee

Reminder set: Pick baby girl up from the library. Mingi wasn’t too busy on his lovely friday except going to the market and filling out a few papers before sending them off. It was the beginning of the weekend, meaning you would stay over at his place. He laid in his bed scrolling through his phone, hand hiding underneath his hoodie for warmth, occasionally rubbing his skin for comfort. He didn’t know how long he was scrolling until he dozed off, falling into a deep slumber. The heat wasn't just from wearing his hoodie when he started moving. There was a subtle ache in his groin and his hands twitched in their resting spots.

There you laid underneath him, thighs pushed up against your chest and hands holding the back of your thighs with the help of the man above, his larger ones sprawled just below yours. He moved his right hand to pull away the thin cover of your panties, staring at how wet you were just in front of him. 

Mingi could feel his mouth water and his dick stir just being able to stare at it but as his thumb came in contact with your slit, hearing you faintly whimper made him throb. Your noises, sweet sweet noises drove him insane as he teased your swollen clit. 

You dripped and you throbbed, you glistened and the slick wet sound of his thumb teasing you was enough to make him simply become pussy drunk. There was no way, no possible reason for you to be so stunning in such a vulnerable position. Cute cunt in his face ready for him to take. 

“Please..please mingi..” You whispered, encouraging him to do something, anything other than stare. You were getting shy with just his eyes on you. He knew you were but chose not to do anything about it. Instead, his left hand squeezed your thigh, squeezing your warmth in his hot palm. You were so fucking soft and so hot, he could cum just from touching you. 

“Can I taste you?” He looked up at you. 

“Oh please, please do.” You nodded your head, nibbling your bottom lip. Fuck, you weren’t real.  He leaned down to press his lips against the back of your right thigh, close to your dripping cunt. He parted his lips to stink his teeth into the fat before kissing the same spot he bit, teasing your slit just until his thumb was coated in your sticky arousal. "Mm.. mingi." You whispered until it was nothing more. Mingi woke up with an evident tent and a dark spot ruining the fabric of his shorts. His alarm was going off too, yet he basked in this feeling of bliss. He winced as he lifted the band, only to find his cock hard and cum staining his skin. "Shit.." He mumbled sleepily, picking up his phone with his other hand and turning the alarm off. He was supposed to leave soon, yet he was lingering in his bed, horny. There was just no way he was this fucked up from a wet dream. He had been so needy for the past couple days, his stupid hand couldn't fix it nor the amount of porn on his laptop could help.

What made him really sit there was that he had a dream about you and though it wasn't the first time, this one felt a lot more realistic. The feeling of you and your voice felt all too real to comprehend for a dream. It ran chills down his spine hearing you moan and he would do anything to hear it in real life.

It was scary how badly it turned him on because any other time, he was so used to ignoring the sudden ache in his gut but today seemed like he could barely hold himself together. His brain was too occupied with you and only you. First, he needed to clean himself up and change, then grab a snack or a drink for you. He didn't live too far from your university, but it was a bit of a ride considering he always bought you something. He just needed to snap out of his little stupor and get ready. Sucks that it was a little tricky because of his dick.

Mingi managed to survive on the road after calming down his raging hormones. The fact that even after his shower and even after getting dressed, he was still stuck with his hard cock throughout the entire drive. He managed to get through that long ass line in the drive-through as long as he had his music occupying his mind. Finally, he parked in his usual spot in the parking lot of the University; close to the library, he pulled his phone off the magnet to text you just to make sure.

baby mingi: you at the library? 

you: yes, I want to look for a few books. I’ll try to be quick. 

baby mingi: it’s okay, I’ll come in. What section?  He watched as the text bubbles popped up and then disappeared until your response appeared. you: crime and horror. uh, more like in the back of the library. ;)

Mingi grabbed your strawberry milkshake and his keys, closing and locking the door behind him. He made his way down the pathway to the library. He was going to find you very easily because you were always in that section of the library. You and your obsession with crime and horror shit, he never was good at watching that stuff but he never judged you for it. Whatever you liked, shit he liked too. Even if it did gross him out most of the time. There were quite a few aisles for both genres but he caught you as you were reaching for another book, like the four other books in your arm weren't enough. You always read them so quickly too, yet he always found that attractive about you. Especially since you always came to him to talk about what you read.

He loved listening to you, even if it was about the book you finished in almost a week.

“Hey,” a deep voice made you quickly turn, only to be faced with the tall man you had called your best friend. There he stood in his grey sweat pants and matching hoodie, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose while he held a milkshake in one hand and hid his other in the front pocket. The demon slayer lanyard was hanging from it, and you guessed he was holding his keys tight in his pocket.

“Mingi!” You walked up to the man, wrapping your arms around his torso to hug him, even with the books in your hand. He wrapped you in a hug and softly rubbed your back. He smelled so good, something close to vanilla bean. It didn’t take much for him to melt but having you immediately pull him into a hug wasn’t really helping him forget what he had dreamt of earlier. 

Dare he say he wasn’t ashamed of it either? Maybe he was just shocked that it was good enough to make him feel like he was on fire today. Feeling you pull away left him wanting to pull you back into the hug, but he didn’t buy you a milkshake for nothing. Maybe it would take his mind off things.

He held the drink out for you which you took, politely thanking him for such a nice treat. He took the books you did have in your hand to hold. “I missed you. How are you?” You tilt your head to the side as you continue to look at the title of the books, sipping occasionally on your drink like it was the last you’ll ever have. It was actually so good because you were craving a sweet treat.

On the other hand, Mingi let his eyes wander. “I'm alright. I missed you too, how are you?” He mumbled.  "I'm okay, tired from taking those two exams. I'm just excited to be with you again. Call me clingy, I guess." His eyes twinkled at your words as he nibbed on his bottom lip.

“Glad I'm not the only one. Where’s your bags?” 

“It’s over at the table, my friend is watching my stuff while they work. I made sure to bring my switch this time.” 

He didn’t really say anything after that and was okay with the comfortable silence you two shared. It gave him more time to look at you, picking at his bottom lip as he noticed you were wearing a dress, a rather tight-fitted one even though you seemed quite comfortable in it. One of those maxi-dresses you called them. It shaped your hips and ass yet draped loosely down your legs.  The rest was hidden by a sweater but he couldn’t complain with the view he got now. 

It made his hands twitch not being able to touch you like he did in his dream. He knew he was clingy but wanting to hold you and grab you in certain areas was off-limits. He was your best friend, not your boyfriend. Fuck, that didn't mean he didn't want to be your boyfriend though. It even irked him a little just thinking about it so to keep it normal, he decided to get closer and lean his chin on your shoulder in an innocent form of affection. "You look pretty today."

“Oh? Thank you, handsome. I love the blonde, makes you look hot. Also, whoever made this milkshake needs a raise by the way.” You whispered, earning a quiet chuckle from Mingi. “Do they?” 

“Yeah. Here taste it.” You raised your drink up to him and heard him sip.  "That is pretty good. It's a good thing I go there a lot, I'll be sure to bring you different things since you like this one. They have this really good Caesar salad with a lot of chicken on it. You'd enjoy that a lot. "Yeah, I would love that. Thank you. You know me and Caesar Salad." He shook his head and leaned in to kiss your cheek. "Nah, don't worry about it. Thank you by the way, I'm glad you like the blonde. I'm going to go grab your bags, okay? Same friend as usual? Jane? The one with the pink hair?" "Yes, Jane." He released you from his hold and proceeded to make his way over to the table to grab your stuff, greeting Jane and asking if they needed a ride or anything before heading out. Jane politely declined, saying she would study some more before leaving. "It was nice seeing you, Jane. Tell me how that exam goes." Mingi lifted your backpack up and your duffle in another hand. "It was nice seeing you too, Mingi. I will, for sure. Make sure she gets that midterm done by the end of the weekend or I will fight her." He laughed. "I'll make sure she gets it done."

"Yeah, I'll get it done. I wanted to say bye before I dipped. I love you, babe. Fuck that midterm though." You walked around to hug Jane. "I love you too. Get it done or we will fight, not a threat it's a promise.."

"Yeah, yeah."

Once you guys made it back to his place, you were so quick to take a shower and change out of your attire and into something comfortable. Mingi had already lunch ready in the fridge and figured, you would get your food whenever you were hungry so he had no worries about that.

His home was yours.

He got comfortable at his PC and you grabbed another chair to sit right next to him, close and cozy while you played on your switch. You clung to him for warmth as you were too stubborn to lay in his bed without him.

Although you were heavily into your game of Hades, Mingi was lost in thought on how to bring up the topic of having a wet dream to his best friend. Would you think of him as a weirdo if he just happend to blurt it out? Would you leave if he told you in the first place? It was bothering him not to tell you though, he couldn't keep going at this rate.

“I had a dream about you earlier. I thought I should just let you know.” He admitted, a little nonchalant.

He didn’t look at you as he mentioned that and that confused you because any other time he had a dream he was more excited to let you know the details.

This time was different.

“Oh yeah? Was it a good one?” You turned in his chair to look at him, setting your switch on his desk while he was scrolling through the inventory in the game he was playing. It was almost like he was trying to avoid the topic even though he was the one who brought it up.

“It was..it was something?” He spoke lowly and sighed as he felt you rest your head on his shoulder. 

“Something?" you mumbled, "Could you maybe elaborate on that?” Mingi was hesitant and you could tell with the way he didn't open his mouth to say anything on the matter. He was going to blurt it all out if he looked at your pouty expression because he was weak when it came to you. He didn’t even know if it was right to tell you his filthy dream and was sure that a lie would help him get out of this overwhelming feeling of being horny and needy. He knew he didn't want to feel guilty, though.

“Mingi?” You whispered and he paused his game. 

“It wasn’t a bad one.” 

You lean up from his shoulder, tilting your head up this time to get his attention. 

“Okay, then what was the dream? Was it dirty?” Once he looked at you, it felt like his stomach was starting to knot up. God, he could feel himself growing hard. He didn't know what to do and you hit it on the nail asking what kind it was. Maybe the floor should swallow him up instead.

“Fuck…” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You promise you won’t get mad?” 

“Pinky promise. What?" You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow. "Am I gonna cuss you out and call you a weirdo?” It was quite concerning seeing him so hesitant to tell you, you were even tempted to just tell him that he didn’t have to say anything about it but you knew it was going to bother you the entire night. 

Maybe cussing him out would make him feel even more humiliated. That was a lie, it would only turn him on even more. "It was one of the hottest dreams I've ever had, enough to make me cum in my sleep. Actually, this is embarrassing…” Mingi felt his cheeks grow warm, in fact, he felt his entire body grow hot. 

“No no, what happened?” 

He sighed. “You let me touch you, I remember a specific part…shit, you were so pretty in my dream.” He covered his face with his hands. "So..fucking wet for me."

“Mhm..” You smiled as he looked at you. How could you sit here and smile at him like that? Mingi couldn't even keep his mind straight staring at you. It was taking everything within not to kiss you right now, kiss that pretty smile off your lips, bend you over his desk and fuck you silly. "What else?"

“Y...-You let me touch your pussy and it was just so cute how you trembled in my hold as I teased your clit. I even saw how you dripped with arousal, begging me to do anything and I swear that alone was enough to make me cum. I didn’t even get to taste you in my dream but I know its the sweetest thing I'll ever dream of eating." You laughed softly. "Damn, Mingi. I didn't think you had it in you to tell me such a thing." He nudged you away. "Don't tease me. I'm fucking horny and I don't know how to stop my dick from getting hard right now in front of you. The more we talk about this, the more I want you. Don't even look at me actually." Count it on you own best friend to be so dramatic. Gently, you rested your hand on this thigh. "Don't think too much about it, it's hot. You don't normally tell me dirty things. I'm the one who says out-of-pocket shit." "Yeah, I just don't want you to think I'm a fuckin' weirdo or anything for having a wet dream about you. I love you and I would hate myself for making you feel uncomfortable." He looked at you with shyly, just barely you could see his ears grow red. Your heart fluttered as you grabbed his hands to hold in yours, squeezing them before raising them up to your cheeks. "You are a weirdo but not in the way you think. Let me tell you something, remember you picked me up from that embarrassing date? You got me ice cream and brought me some of your comfy clothes? It's not a wet dream but I wanted to fuck you in the back seat of your car not only because you're extremely attractive, but you were attentive and you were caring. That night I went to bed, I couldn't stop thinking about just how good you are to me. You always and I mean always make me comfortable, even when I do have my dirty thoughts too."

"About me..? I don't think you understand how badly I need you right now after telling me that." "Then you can have me. You can taste my pussy like you want to so badly. See if it lives up to your expectations in your dream." You smirked as you leaned back in your seat, setting his hands back down on his lap. Holy shit. Mingi thought he was dreaming again but as he pushed away from his desk to face you, it all became real as he watched you straddle his lap. He instinctively grabbed your hips and slowly breathed out. "Seriously? You're not lying right?" "Seriously..." You whispered. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

He licked his lips and leaned in to meet yours. Your lips were soft and he could taste a faint flavor of strawberry. He only pulled away as he felt like his glasses were gonna get in the way but you beat him to it. As he felt you pull away just to slip his glasses off and set them on his desk, his glossy eyes stared into yours. "Hi.." You huff out a small laugh, "Hi, gonna kiss me some more?" "Mhm..." His hand grabbed the back of your head to pull you back into the kiss. With the tilt of your head and the way your hands caressed him, you could feel the firm muscles in his chest and how well he paid attention to the way you kissed him. Mingi was easing himself into the kiss with the intent of making it good, starting off the kiss slowly, then working his way up to something more. He soaked in the feeling of your soft lips against his and made sure to let you know just how good of a kisser you were by pulling you closer. You were going to take the lead, but feeling the desperation in the man was exhilarating. The subtle parting of his lips and his tongue meeting yours turned the kiss into something heavier. Mingi's hand dragged down to your ass and gripped softly, a tug close to feel you drag against his hard cock through his sweats. The friction made him groan into the kiss as he felt you push down against his needy grind. Slowly, he pulled away from the kiss to look at you. "Are you sure you wanna do this? You don't have to do this because I'm a pervert. I don't want to ruin what we have now.." You grabbed the zipper of the zip-up and tugged it down until you exposed the lavender bralette and grey sleep shorts that you decided to slip on before you got comfortable. "Baby, I wanna do this. This would not ruin anything. I said it was hot and you're hot. I would love for my best friend to eat me out.." "Oh fuck me.." He whispered.

"I plan to Mingi." He was going to cum right there and now.

His pupils were dilated as he took in every inch of your body, bare and clothed. "I want to make you cum on my tongue until you're ready to take my dick. I want nothing more than to make you feel good ___." You smiled softly and cupped his face, admiring his stunning features. "Should I be moving to the bed then?" "I don't really want you to move but I need you so bad." He watched you climb off his lap and he reached out to touch your bare sides, tugging you back in to press his face against your tummy. "Mm.." He pressed soft kisses along your skin down to your side all while he sunk his fingers into the sides of your shorts, tugging them down gently until they pooled around your ankles. His fingertips rubbed against the soft purple cotton as he tilted his gaze up towards you. "What the fuck are you so pretty for?" He squeezed your ass and sighed. You ran your fingers through his hair with a small smile. "I can ask you the same thing, Mingi." He closed his eyes with a thick sigh. "If I cum in my sweats again, it's going to be your fault. Please get on the bed."

Mingi was going to die, he was sure that he was as he watched you climb onto his bed. He gripped his aching cock through his sweats as he stood up from his chair and walked over to stand over you and in between these sweet thick thighs of yours. It was even better than his dream, here he had you lying on his bed, spread for him. He felt like a dog with the way he was drooling at the sight of your pussy, seeing it glisten with your arousal even through the fabric. With his hands holding the back of your thighs, you were there to simply lay in this position for him to see everything. He wasted no time hooking a long finger into the side of your panties, gently tugging them to the side to expose your bare cunt and just the smallest tuft of hair. 

“Your pussy is so cute.” He mumbled with a small chuckle. You couldn’t believe the words that were coming of his mouth and they were just compliments, yet so vulgar. “Everything about you is so pretty that I can’t help but feel like maybe I should just keep you to myself. It wouldn't be unlikely of me to get addicted.” 

"Mingi..." You gasped as his plump lips pressed a wet kiss to the back of your right thigh. “Even the way you say my name is pretty, what the fuck.." Another kiss was pressed closer to your cunt, making you jolt with sensitivity. He's never felt so hungry until he was holding you like this, overwhelmed with the heady scent of you. It was a raw experience being able to push his lips against your skin and dig his long fingers into the soft fat. The man felt obsessed being in this position, such a vulnerable and intimate scene that he craved to see you like this more often. He soaked in the way his fingers squeezed you and watched as your juices spilled slowly to your tight hole. Mingi moved his hands lower, just enough to run his thumb along your slit up to your mound then back down until it teased your slick entrance. You loved his hands, loved how pretty they were and how easy it was for them to make you feel small. "You're driving me crazy." He licked his thumb. The taste of you spreading on his tongue easily made his cock throb.

"Spread her for me." He nipped your skin before leaning back to watch your fingers spread your puffy lips. "Thank you angel…" he leaned down to press a kiss to your clit then another one, until he found himself parting his lips to slide his tongue against you. Your fingers slipping away to slide through his hair. Mingi wasted no time sucking and licking, flicking his tongue in quick motions until his own saliva mixed with your wetness. Your gasps turned into whines as Mingi ate your pussy. He didn't focus too much on your clit and even teased you by letting the tip of his nose brush up against it. "Mingi, fuck." You moaned, covering your eyes with the back of your hand as you couldn't focus on anything else other than the feeling of his mouth. He grew sloppy and he grew louder until they filled the bedroom. He moaned against your cunt as he gently moved your hand away, licking a long filthy stripe back up to your clit. You didn't know he was even capable of making you feel like this but you were happy to know his mouth was heaven-sent. His eyes were shut as he gripped you tighter, making it his goal to make you cum more than once by his mouth alone. You cried out in pleasure as you tried to watch him devour you, his lips wrapping around your sensitive bud to suck, only to pull away and then take it back into his awaiting mouth. Your body shook to its core as your fingers gripped his hair, tugging it softly to pull him off. "Mingi...baby slow down.." You hiccupped as he pulled away to look up at you, mouth glossy with your arousal; he licked his lips but didn't seem to wait as he pulled you back against his mouth. The taste of your sweet cunt melted on his tongue as he groaned deeply.

"You taste...so fucking good, angel. I just wanna make sure this pussy is getting proper love and attention if you promise to only come to me from now on."

If this was his way of claiming you, then he sure as hell should’ve known you were his from the fucking beginning. "I only want you.." You whispered shakily as warm fingers parted your lips, teasing you worse than you can comprehend. "Don't tell me that, fuck don't say that to me. It only makes me want to fuck you even more." You prayed he would. You hoped that tonight this man would make you see stars, make you feel every single bit of him until he was a mess like you. It definitely was no secret now that you wanted Mingi but something inside you felt deprived of just how good Mingi can be. You always got above and beyond even though he was your best friend but tonight felt different.

You were pulled back out of your thoughts as you felt Mingi slow down, practically making out with your pussy, lewd sounds of him kissing. You didn’t know if you would even make it at this point, barely even handling what Mingi was doing now. You couldn’t imagine how it would be if he fucked you dumb on his cock.

He lingered his kisses and let them simmer against your pussy up until mound. The grip he had on your thighs were going to leave marks and the way he leaned up to look at you should have put you out of commission for the next week. Your body melted into the blankets, his greedy mouth taking one of your lips into his mouth to suck before he turns his attention back to dragging his tongue along your slit and even sinking it a little into your hole. You moans filled the bedroom and the wet slick of his mouth filled your ears. It was obscene, it was filthy but you loved every single second of it. Mingi could feel your juices run down his chin and he could feel the way your thighs tensed in his hold, the way your pussy quivered a little just as he brought his attention back to your clit. "Please let me cum, please." He licked his lips. "Grind this needy pussy on my tongue." He feels you slide one of your hands behind his head and he decides to take this opportunity to reach up and grab your hand in his to hold. His fingers sinking between yours, he pulls you back up against his mouth. You could feel his other hand gripping tight on your inner thigh, moaning into your pussy as he feels you grind against his tongue. He moans deeply so occupied by you that he didn't realize how much he was moving his hips against the bed. "Oh god, fuck..- fuck please." He doesn't even need to tell because you're already cumming on his tongue. Physically, he would feel your pulsating and taste your cum with a loud sucks. You were heaven-sent. You were god-fucking made. The moment your back arched off the bed and he could hear your whines grow shaky is when he decided to pull away from you. Sticky strings of his saliva and your cum mixed together making him grin. He rests his head on your inner thigh as he tries to get you to relax in his hold. "You did so good, baby. So good for me." His words nearly sent you to a state of delirium. Eyes blurring with your tears, and your lips parted to release staggered breaths.

Not another word was shared as you felt him push you higher up his bed, feeling the bed sink below you as he hovered over you. He rubbed your hips as he leaned down to give you a kiss, making sure you tasted yourself on his tongue. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. You were so consumed with the kiss that you didn’t realize the weight of his body was on you.

You could feel it too. You could feel him against your dripping cunt. Yet, he still had those annoying fucking sweats on.

Mingi pulled away from the kiss to drag his lips down your jaw to your neck, leaving hot wet trails along your skin. He kisses down to your breasts and parts his lips to softly sink his teeth into your left tit. His fingers move from your hips up to the front of your bralette, undoing it swiftly and catching a perked nipple in his mouth. "Mmf..fuck." He mutters. "You're doing so good for me. You deserve a good fuck, yeah?" He kisses in between your breasts. "You deserve this cock..." Your brain suddenly stops functioning at his filthy words. You damn near felt fucking dizzy with the way he spoke to you and you decide to take matters into your own hands by pushing his sweats and boxers down. "My bad, am I taking too long?" "Quite long." You teased with a laugh. He snickered lowly as he provided help by tugging the rest off. "And I thought I was the brat." You were too shocked to even respond, feeling the weight of his cock resting on your tummy. You watched intently as he pulled away to sit up straight on his knees, grabbing your thighs in his hold to pull you closer. He sinks his fingers into the fat of them with a grin, "I hate how bad I wanna eat you out again." "Mingi baby, you can eat me out after and you can do it in the shower. I don't give a fuck where, I just need you in me right now pleasee..."

"Promise?" He whimpers. "Mm, I promise baby. My pussy is yours."

"Oh fuck. me. You're so hot.." Mingi wrapped his hand around his cock while his other held your inner thigh again. His lips parted as he pushed up against your slit, pushing between your pussy lips only to slide back and forth. He watched intently too, watched how his cock started to glisten with your cum and his spit combined, only to leave little thick strings of precum every move he made.

He took his time just like before, so addicted to you entirely that he needed to appreciate you. he needed to appreciate this pretty pussy.

“Fuck, look at her. she’s begging to be filled, begging to be fucked full of cum. shit...”

You sighed as you felt him smack his cock against your cunt. Song Mingi was a filthy man.

“Please mingi, please fuck me. I can’t..-I can’t.” He listened, like he said he would do anything to make you feel good. Slowly, he pushed himself in and sunk deep until he felt you press a hand against his abdomen. He stopped to ask, "You okay? Want me to pull out?" You shook your head quickly. "I'm okay, you're just..fucking big."

He was big, big enough to stretch you out and nearly split you. “such a tight cunt-..you can take it.” he chuckled lowly as he dragged his hand up to your breasts, gripping one in his hot palm. Slowly, you gripped his side to guide him in deeper.

“Oh my fucking god..” you shivered, feeling his body hot against yours. You could feel everything, you could feel the warmth, the stretch, the fullness of his cock in you. “What am I going to do with you, huh?” Mingi pulled his hips back and watched as your pussy sucked him back in the moment he pushed his hips back. He soaked every little noise you made, caught the jiggle of your tummy and the bounce of each breast. He couldn't believe he was the one making you feel this good but fuck he wasn't complaining. You gripped his forearm, squeezing it firmly in his hold as you tried to watch but you were so overwhelmed with pleasure you could barely lift your head up. "Good girl, baby. Wanna watch? Hm?" He asked lowly, rolling his hips every deep thrust he gave. "Wanna watch yourself take my cock? Yeah you do.." Mingi slid his hand up to the back of your neck, using his strength to support your upper body. "You're doing such a good job too, perfect pussy baby." If he praised you anymore tonight, you were going to fucking combust. He moved his hand from your thigh up to your swollen pussy, teasing your slit by giving it soft gentle smacks. You cried out in pleasure and he swallowed every bit as he leaned in to kiss you. The snap of his hips growing louder as he fucked your faster. This is what he needed, he needed you, he needed to fuck you until he was able to drain every last bit of cum into you. He knew you'd take it all too just by how well you were taking his cock. You were perfect and he'd do anything to make you his. You moaned his name so sweetly as he gently laid you back down on the back, he leaned down to press more kisses to your cheek. Whispering such sweet filth against your skin as his thumb rubbed your clit, urging you closer to an orgasm. The wet slick of his thumb moving back and forth against you. "You hear that? Fuck...you hear how wet you are? Making a mess all over me.." You nodded your head in response since you couldn't form words to save your life, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and rested a hand on the back of his head. Mingi sunk his fingers into the plush of your ass, moaning deeply into your skin as the pressure seemed to get heavier. Your pussy felt like heaven and he could feel himself going numb with everything. "Wanna feel you cum baby, can you do that for me?" He whispered in a rough rasp. You squeezed your eyes shut tight as your body tensed with the thick pleasure, you hold him close to you as his strokes don't falter. Just the slightest lift of your hips had him hitting a spot that made your vision suddenly grow blurry. "Don't stop.. fuck don't stop mingi-" The strength he had to hold you against him had you clinging to him and hiding your face against his shoulder to muffle the desperate moans spilling from your glossy lips. Everything about him was heady from the way he smelled to the way his pretty skin clung to your skin, coated in a thin layer of sweat. You weren't prepared for it, in fact you weren't prepared for how intense him bring you to an orgasm was. You thought his mouth was a lot but it was different being stretched and fucked to your absolute limit. It felt like Mingi knew you better than you knew yourself because god he was fucking you like his life depended on it. Your breaths grew shaky and your toes curled as you could feel your pussy pulsate around him. "There we go...shit you're so wet, so sexy when you cum." You melt into his hand as you feel him rub your back. He slows his thrust to nice tempo, leaning back on his haunches to look at you and your mess. A sight of your sticky cream coating his cock made him throb inside you. "Fuck-" Mingi lifted your legs up to his shoulders, squeezing your thighs together. It seemed he couldn't keep his hands from rubbing and squeezing you. You looked utterly fucked out but that didn't stop him from picking up his pace again, thrusting in and out of you with thick raspy whines spilling from his lips.

 "You're so perfect." He didn't know how long he could last with the fluttering feeling of your sensitive pussy squeezing him "Mm fuck fuck fuck, m' gonna cum.." Your moans only encouraged him on and slowly he started to lose his rhythm and without another thought- he pushed deep into your cunt to fill you up with his thick cum. He keeps his hips against your thighs and cock deep inside of you until he was done. You feel a sense of comfort wash over you as he gently moves your legs back down. You don't wanna be fucked by anyone else again. As you looked up at him, you were met with the same gaze and then he leaned down to kiss you to distract you from pulling out. It sucked feeling so empty all of a sudden and you've come to realize that you hated not feeling him so deep inside of you. "Pretty girl." He whispered the moment he pulled away. He watched the way his cum spilled out of you and suddenly he had the urge to clean up his mess with his mouth.

"You okay?" He asked softly, caressing your cheek in his hand with a small smile. "I'm okay, except for the fact that you fucked me within an inch of my life, Mingi. Maybe you should have wet dreams about me more often." You snickered. "Shut up, I'll do it even without the wet dreams. I'll fuck you stupid if you want. Actually, I'll use my mouth instead." You reached over to cover his mouth. "Just because you've recovered from a good fuck doesn't mean I have." He rolled his eyes as he softly removes your hand from his mouth and leans in to pull you into a heated kiss. Little did you realize how swift and easy you were to be put into such a vulnerable position.

"You have.." He runs a hot palm along your spine and uses his other hand to give your ass a small and firm spank, making you whimper. "You love my mouth.." He kissed the area he spanked. "You love me too, right?" You rubbed your cheek against the bed in a nod. "So much..'

"I love you more angel, god you're pretty like this. One more...may I?" "You may. Can we eat after?" The way you asked made him laugh. How could you be so cute at a time like this. "Of course we can. I just happen to want dessert first." "You're a munch, Mingi.'" "Certified."

that's what roommates are for

in which: you're extremely frustrated, and your roommates can't help but overhear.

pair: yunho/san/mingi/afab!reader

word count: 2.7k

content: smut, slight themes of voyeurism, foursome/gang bang, slight hand kink, oral, anal, double (+ triple) penetration, fluid bonding-ish, definitely filthy, unprotected sex (PLS USE PROTECTION IRL!), creampies, completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

author's note: tbh i can't remember why i started writing this... but i know i want to blame @skteezcursed for some reason... also thank you @bunny4yungi for helping me with some of the details of this fic!

You didn’t know this, but the guys could hear you. You thought that they were too invested in playing video games that they wouldn’t be able to hear you playing with yourself and your vibrator, but they heard every single noise coming from your room. They specifically paused their video game so they could hear your soft, stifled moans and sighs of pleasure, all three of them getting real fucking hard with every passing second.

You just needed release, honestly. It felt like it had been centuries since you had a nice, good fuck, and you were super pent up. However, a vibrator did nothing for you, and you didn’t have the energy to use a dildo. You struggled trying to get yourself to cum for a solid several minutes before officially throwing in the towel and calling it a day.

The second they heard the vibrator turn off, the men resumed their video game, all three of them trying their hardest to ignore the lewd sounds coming from your room just moments prior and their rock solid cocks. It certainly did not help when you joined them in the living room wearing nothing but shorts and a tank top— it was hot outside and in the apartment, and you weren’t about to sweat to death— and sitting down in front of the couch right next to Yunho’s legs.

You watched as the three of them fixated on their video game, unaware of the tension starting to build in the room. San was sitting in the arm chair and Mingi in the love seat, both of them stealing secret glances at you while Yunho did his best to keep his knee from bobbing up and down nervously as you rested your head against his leg, nor did he dare look down at you knowing that he would get an eyeful of your cleavage.

The second the round of the game ended, all three of them set their controllers aside and looked right at you. You, however, were still absentmindedly staring at the screen.

"Hey, roomie, you okay?" Yunho was the first to speak and somewhat hesitant at that.

He reached down towards your head and smoothed out your hair, making you tilt your head towards his leg. You let out a heavy sigh, your chest moving heftily, nearly getting all three boys to gag.

"Yeah... I'm fine..."

"That doesn't sound fine to me. Spill."

When you turned to look up at Yunho, your breasts pressed against his leg, making his entire body tense up and flush with heat. Then, you looked up at him with big, sad eyes that made him want to grab you and take you right there, but he held himself back because, oh dear Lord, you were his roommate for crying out loud.

"I'm just... Tired," you answered— and that was the truth. You were tired. You were tired of being so goddamn sexually frustrated, but there was no way in hell you were going to admit that to him or any of your other roommates. "Don't worry about it— It's not like you can do anything about it."

"Nuh-uh, don't do that girl thing where we ask you and then you keep deflecting and then get mad at us for not helping," Mingi spoke up, a little frustration in his voice.

"Yeah, plus, I'm sure if you told us, we could help in some way," San added, his voice nearly cracking as he realized the weight of his words.

"No, guys, seriously. I'm not doing that "thing", and I'm honestly just tired!"

"Would, uh, going to bed help?" Mingi asked while clearing his throat.

"You would think it would..." you muttered.

"Y/N, just tell us," Yunho prompted.

You pressed your lips together in a straight line then looked down at the ground. Oh, I'm just really fucking horny and frustrated and can't find a good guy to fuck is all. As if you could ever really admit that to your three male roommates.

"It's nothing," you said again. "I'm just going to go to bed. Good night, guys."

With that, you got up and left the three of them in the living room. You returned to your room, closed the door, and flung yourself onto your bed with a massive sigh. You stared at the ceiling while you tried to figure out what the hell to do about your fucking situation when you heard a light knock on the door.

"Come in," you said to the person on the other side.

Yunho walked in and closed the door gently behind him before joining you on the bed. You were still laying down and couldn't be bothered to sit up, so Yunho joined you and laid down right next to you, his body turned towards yours.

"Hey," he said softly.

"Hi..."

"Look at me," he continued while turning you over so that you were facing him.

His hand caressed your head as the two of you laid across from each other, the repetitive motion easing your anxiety slightly and also turning you on a bit.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"I can't say, Yunho..."

"Then... Can I say something?"

You blinked and nodded. Yunho pressed his lips together and closed his eyes for a brief second before trailing his hand from your head down your shoulder and to your waist, his fingers rubbing along the curve of your waist as he rested his hand there. You wanted to tear yourself from your roommate's touch, but he was just checking off all the boxes and making you feel just right that you wondered where on Earth he was going to go from there.

"We heard you earlier," he whispered.

He didn't need to clarify for you to understand exactly what he was talking about. Mortified, you covered your burning face with your hands and held back a scream, your entire body ready to burst into flames.

"And," he continued despite you praying in your head that he would not. "We would like to help... In any way..."

"Yunho, shut up," you nearly sobbed into your hands. "I'm literally so embarrassed right now."

"Y/N, I don't think you understand what I'm trying to say," Yunho let out a slightly exhausted sigh as he pulled your hands away from your face. "Whatever it is that's frustrating you, I'm sure we can help."

The second you looked into Yunho's eyes, your insides flipped. His eyes were usually soft and kind, but at that moment, he had the most intense gaze on you that made you feel like you were a piece of meat and he was starving to death.

That's when you did the unthinkable. You moved forward and left the lightest kiss on his lips before immediately moving back and looking at his reaction, your eyes darting back and forth as you observed every single detail on his face. Next thing you knew, Yunho's hand slipped to your ass, and he brought you forward, his lips meeting yours gently at first. It wasn't until you ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head did Yunho get a lot more aggressive. He sucked hard on your lower lip before slipping his tongue into your mouth.

"Tell me," he breathed out, his hot breath hitting your neck. "What do you want?"

"I... I want to be fucked senseless," you responded in between kisses. "Until I can't cum anymore."

In response, Yunho pulled your leg over and around his legs, allowing him to press his crotch against yours, the large bulge sending shivers down your spine. You didn't expect him to be so packed, and he was still wearing his clothes, so it made you nervous to see exactly what he was working with.

"So, then," Yunho pulled back slightly, allowing you to breathe and regain the tiniest bit of sanity— he was an amazing kisser. "Will you let us help you?"

"God, yes, please," you agreed before the words could completely sink in. Gulping nervously, you asked, "What do you mean by us?"

You thought Yunho closed the door completely when he entered your room, but he didn't. Through the slight crack in the door, your other two roommates watched, their hard ons only getting harder and more painful. They wanted so badly to jump in and lend a hand, and they finally got that chance when Yunho turned to the door and said, "Don't just stand there and watch. Come help."

You sat up immediately and watched San and Mingi tentatively enter the room, their faces flushed, their eyes dark. They joined the two of you on the bed, all three men trapping you in the middle of them. Yunho was directly in front of you. He held your chin and tilted your head upwards.

"Suck my fingers, won't you?"

The filthy words leaving his mouth with the sweetest voice had your insides completely trembling. You took his hand in yours and slowly ran your tongue along his index finger before taking it into your mouth. Yunho's breath hitched as you looked up at him and sucked his finger so sensually. He was about to lose his fucking mind when you took another finger into your mouth, a slight whine leaving your lungs as your panties pooled with arousal and your hips moved back and forth impatiently.

San was the first to act. From behind, he reached in between your legs and started rubbing his fingers into your clothed crotch, your hips moving in sync with his fingers. But that wasn't enough. You needed more— way more.

Your hands hooked into the waistband of Yunho's pants and tugged down, his cock catching on the waistband before springing upwards. He was long and pretty, and you tried to calculate how big he actually was, but he barely gave you the chance to do so. He took his fingers out of your mouth and immediately replaced it with his cock. The tip hit the back of your throat almost immediately, making you gag. He placed his hand on the back of your head and guided you slowly until you bottomed out on his full length.

As you sucked Yunho's cock, San pushed you forward so that you were forced onto your hands and knees. He pulled your shorts down and immediately smacked your bare ass as if it was some sort of reflex, making you yelp and moan. His fingers rubbed along your wet folds a couple times before he sunk two of his fingers into your cunt, your toes curling as you felt him finger you roughly.

While San worked on you from behind, Mingi decided to work on your tank top. He scrunched up fabric in the middle and pulled downwards to release your breasts, the man inhaling sharply when he saw them jiggle slightly. He cupped your breast and massaged firmly before he rubbed and tugged on your nipples, your back arching as a result.

At that point, Mingi couldn't take it anymore. He pulled his own massive cock out and somehow moved your face towards his cock. When you took him into your mouth, you realized he was just as long as Yunho, but the corners of your mouth stung slightly because he was definitely girthier. A long, rumbling moan left Mingi's throat when you hollowed out your cheeks and began sucking obnoxiously loud. You were stroking Yunho's cock as you sucked on Mingi's, and San, who wanted some fun of his own, also pulled out his cock, willing you to stroke him too.

You took turns sucking all three men off, your saliva dripping off their dicks as your mouth watered more and more the longer you sucked. But, again, you needed more. You needed them inside you. You needed them to violate you.

Moments later, you were on your hands and knees on your bed once again. Yunho was lying on the bed underneath you, Mingi was kneeling behind you, and San was in front of you. They wasted no time in getting to work. Yunho slipped the tip of his cock into your cunt before holding your waist and sitting you down all the way.

"Oh, fuck! Yunho, you're too big," you nearly sobbed when you felt him hit your cervix when he bottomed out.

"Oh, then you're definitely going to lose it now," Mingi couldn't help but smirk when the tip of his cock prodded into your ass.

You cried loudly when Mingi forced his cock into you inch by inch, your tight hole spreading wide to fit his girth. Your cry was cut short when San stuffed his own cock into your mouth, the man shushing you as he did so.

"Yes, just like that," San groaned. "Fuck, you feel so good..."

You were so occupied by San's cock that you didn't realize Yunho was guiding your waist up and down. You only realized that you were bouncing when you felt Mingi's go deeper inside you. Tingles shot through your body as you felt their cocks rubbing and reaching all the right spots, and when Mingi smacked your ass before grabbing so tightly that his fingernails dug slightly into your skin, you felt tension build up in your stomach at an exponential rate.

Suddenly, San's breathing hitched. He grabbed the back of your head and pulled his cock, but before he could cum, you managed to take him back into your mouth. His cock twitched and throbbed as his cum spurt into your mouth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and his jaw unhinging slightly as he came. After blinking the stars from his eyes, he looked at you and bit his lower lip while petting your hair, his cock still rock solid in your mouth.

You were quickly brought back to the situation when Yunho bucked his hips upwards, his cock practically ramming into your cervix as he came. Your legs trembled, and you let out a choked sob as you felt the tension snap within you. White filled your vision and pleasure swept through your body as you came hard. Yunho raised your waist off his hips entirely, and you squirted all over him and the bed when his cock left you, his own cum mixed with your arousal. Both his and your cum then rolled down your legs slowly, Yunho salivating at the sight and getting turned on all over again.

Mingi's cock was still deep in your ass, and he spread your asscheeks wide before pulling out, the sight of your gaping hole driving him insane. He just had to re-enter you because he was so close to bursting, and he desperately wanted to fill you up with his cum. He rammed his hips against your ass over and over again with so much force that you practically collapsed on Yunho's chest, and he was being so forceful that you were crying with pleasure so loudly that it echoed in the room. To make matters even crazier, Yunho sat up slightly so he could reach in between your legs and finger you quickly while San wrapped his hand around your neck and pressed into the sides lightly, choking you and making you feel absolutely wrecked.

Yunho's fingers curled inside you just right to the point where you came yet again, and this time you came so hard that you clenched tightly around Mingi's cock, the intense pressure making him cum with you. You gasped for air and moaned loudly when San let go of your neck to rest his hand on your cheek as if to praise you. He tugged on your lower lip with his thumb, making you instinctually take his thumb into your mouth and sucking on it.

Mingi pulled out and spread your ass once more to look at his work. He watched as your hole clenched around air several times before the cum he shot deep into you started coming to the surface and trickling out and rolling down your ass and leg.

"Shit, this is so fucking hot," Mingi uttered to himself as he couldn't tear his eyes away from you. "You're so fucking hot."

"Y/N is so fucking hot," San added as he tapped his cock against your cheek. "Very fucking hot... We should do this more often."

"What if..." you breathed out— you were still catching your breath. "What if I'm not done with you yet?"

"Hmm? You still don't feel good?" Yunho teased as he moved your hair from your face, willing you to look at him. "Do you want more?"

"Yes, please."

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Elevator

SUMMARY | You and Wooyoung are stuck in the elevator with nothing to do but talk. But when you are awfully aware of how close he is, you can’t help but act on your urges. PAIRING | Wooyoung/Reader GENRE | non-idol!Wooyoung, smut with no plot, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!), fingering, oral, vaginal sex, elevator sex RATING | Mature LENGTH | 2593 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | On the shorter side but still smutty~

"Nononono. This can't be happening." You ran a hand through your hair, sliding down the walls of the elevator as it stopped moving. The lights were out and you could barely make out the figure of the man who stood next to you.

Of all days to get a power outage!

"Freaking out like that isn't going to make things better." The man muttered, his voice low and calm. "Breathe deep. Count to ten. Do something productive. Shit. I forgot what to do when things go bad."

He added, not sounding at all sincere.

You didn't need him to tell you to breathe; you'd been doing so since the lights went out in the first place. Your heart was pounding and the sweat on your palms made them slippery. The whole situation was just freaking bizarre and the adrenaline pumping through your body wasn't helping either.

You knew you had a bad feeling when you woke up this morning as you struggled to get out of bed. All your work clothes were in the laundry hamper, a lightbulb went out in your bathroom while you showered, you ran out of coffee and there was nothing left to eat for breakfast besides half an apple that had turned brown overnight.

On top of all that, the bathroom mirror showed that the faint lines around your eyes were more pronounced than usual.

And now you're stuck in the company's elevator with that very attractive employee in your department, one who is probably pissed off that he can't find anything to do while trapped here too.

"I knew I should have called in today." You muttered, burying your face in your hands. "This day couldn't possibly get any worse."

"How worse could it be?" The man asked, looking slightly annoyed but also amused by the sight of you bawling your eyes out on the elevator floor. He took a few steps forward before stopping again, taking another deep breath. "It's just a power outage after all. It happens every now and then."

"True enough." You agreed, raising your head to look up at him. "I just can't believe I'm stuck here with you."

"What's wrong with being stuck in an elevator with me?" He laughed.

"Not funny, Wooyoung." You frowned. "God, I can already hear all the other ladies in our department talking shit about me. Why do I always get myself into these situations? Like I haven't got enough problems as it is."

"I mean there's one way we can deter the shit talking." He smirked, gesturing at himself suggestively.

You groaned and shook your head. You really needed to get out of here soon or else your colleague was going to try to make a move on you and then you'll be really fucked. Not that you weren't interested in the idea, but you've heard some horror stories from friends who hooked up with co-workers and most of them ended badly.

You glanced around nervously, wondering how long the power outage would last and how long you'd be stuck in this elevator. You wondered if they'd think of any contingency plan if they realized how much time had passed since the lights went out. Maybe they'd sent maintenance to fix it? Hopefully someone will come soon.

"What are you thinking about, Y/N?" Wooyoung asked, sinking to the floor next to you. His legs crossed and his arms resting casually on his knees. "Having second thoughts about making a move on me?"

"I am not trying to make a move on you, no matter how attractive you may be." You mumbled. "Are you really sure you want to know what I'm thinking?"

"I have been told I have good hearing." He grinned, nudging you playfully with his shoulder. "Go ahead and tell me. Whatever it is, I won't judge you."

"Just being in this elevator is making my anxiety go up the wazoo." You sighed, sitting back against the wall.

"That's why I'm trying to distract you." He said with a shrug. "So, you really want to tell me what's bothering you?"

"I've just had such a bad day." You sighed. "I struggled to get out of bed this morning. All my work clothes were in the hamper, the light bulbs went out during my shower, I didn't have any breakfast except for a stupid apple that turned brown and I ran out of coffee this morning. Everything seemed to conspire against me this morning and..."

You took a deep breath and stared down at your feet, knowing that if you looked at him, you might let yourself get carried away. Wooyoung squeezed your hands gently.

"This kind of thing doesn't happen to me. I've always got my shit together, but today, everything seems to fall apart. One after the other." You muttered.

"Y/N, don't feel embarrassed about having bad days. Everyone has them." He murmured. "Sometimes life can be cruel and unjust, leaving us to struggle with burdens we never thought we could carry alone. It happens to the best of us."

"Maybe." You sighed. "But sometimes you wish that sometimes those bad days wouldn't happen at all."

"Well, we can't always get what we want, right?" He smiled gently. "But if we accept reality as it is, rather than as we wish it to be, perhaps we'll feel better and cope better with whatever life throws at us."

"Who are you and what have you done to the cocky Wooyoung I work with?" You let out an amused sigh. "Is it possible to see two sides of a person at once? Because I definitely saw a different side of you today. Thank you for being nice to me."

"Oh come on, it's nothing special." He waved his hand dismissively. "But I'd like a kiss as payment for comforting you. That's if...you want to."

You looked at him, eyes taking in his handsome face. His messy hair, slightly tousled from always running his hands through them. Those eyes that made you weak in the knees. The lips that were dangerously close to yours.

"Do you want to kiss me?" He asked quietly, tilting his head to the side.

There was a moment where neither of you moved, staring deeply into each other's eyes until finally Wooyoung leaned closer and pressed his lips against yours softly.

The soft kiss surprised you, making you pull away slightly. But Wooyoung didn't seem fazed by it and instead he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. You returned the kiss, brushing your lips against his before pressing your mouth more firmly against his.

Your lips parted slightly as he continued to press kisses to your lips, opening wider as his tongue slid along the seam of your mouth, exploring every corner until finally parting to allow him entrance. He tasted faintly of coffee, which made you wonder if he drank a cup before he came down here, but his taste was still pleasantly sweet.

"You know I could care less about what our coworkers would say about us." He muttered against your lips. "I only have eyes for you."

His words, along with his closeness and the scent of his cologne filled your senses and slowly your breathing became deeper, almost as though your lungs were expanding and pushing the air inside even further. The electricity flowing between you caused goosebumps to rise on your skin, spreading all over your body as his hands tightened their grip around your waist.

As much as you wanted to deny it, his lips and his touch were sending sparks of pleasure shooting across your skin and a warm sensation rushed to your core.

"Wooyoung..." You moaned, closing your eyes tightly. You felt his lips graze your jawline, before moving lower to nip at your earlobe. A shiver ran down your spine and your knees began to weaken, causing you to lean back against the wall behind you.

"Y/N..." He whispered, nibbling at your neck before he began to suckle your earlobe. "Do you want me to stop?"

The question caught you completely off guard and you opened your eyes to stare into his. In the dim lighting of the elevator, your pupils were drawn into his dark eyes, which seemed to have gone darker, taking on a darker shade.

"No." You breathed, leaning in to press your lips against his.

And Wooyoung seemed equally affected by your kiss. Before you could blink, his hands reached up and grabbed the sides of your face, pulling you towards him so that your lips met once more.

With every kiss, the intensity grew and soon you were lost in the sensations coursing through your body. When he pulled away slightly to give you a chance to catch your breath, your breath hitched and you licked your lips before reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

The man in front of you was no longer the Wooyoung you usually worked with. Instead, he looked like a man who knows exactly what he wants and won't hesitate to take it.

"Don't stop." You breathed out, Wooyoung lifted you in his arms. His face darkened with desire and his breath came out in shallow pants as he gazed down at you with hunger in his eyes. "Please..."

He dropped to his knees, lifting your skirt and tugging your panties aside, revealing your pussy. It was slick with excitement and arousal and you felt your breath quicken. The sight of your cunt getting wetter was arousing and thrilling, as he looked up at you expectantly.

Before you could stop him, he slipped two fingers inside your pussy and began to stroke you, bringing out small whimpers of pleasure. He continued to slide his fingers in and out of you, fucking you with such skill and control.

Your legs began to shake uncontrollably, feeling weak from the pleasure he brought you and you sank back against the wall, needing something to hold onto. He didn't need to be told twice and quickly placed his hand under your knee, bringing it to rest on his shoulder, his face now buried between your thighs.

You let out a gasp when his tongue began to lap at your clit, teasing it and making it throb with pleasure. You closed your eyes and tilted your hips upwards, allowing him better access to your center. Your hips bucked erratically, driving his tongue faster, while his fingers kept pumping in and out of you.

He hummed and thrust his tongue harder against your clit, causing you to moan loudly. You started panting heavily, sucking in your bottom lip as he began to finger fuck you in earnest, fastening his pace. There was no mistaking it anymore. He was totally focused on pleasuring you, intent on giving you mind blowing orgasms.

The combination of the electric shocks from his fingers in conjunction with the vibrations from his tongue was too much to bear. Soon your hips began to buck violently, moaning and whimpering, driven mad by the pleasure that overwhelmed you.

"Fuck!"

It was unlike anything you ever experienced before. As you screamed his name, letting go of all control, all you could do was keep your orgasm coming, flooding his mouth with your juices until your body relaxed against the wall and he withdrew his tongue, licking the last traces of your cum from his lips.

"Holy fuck..." You gasped, catching your breath.

"Good?" He asked, kissing your inner thigh and working his way up to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips, but it only added to your arousal.

"So good but now..." Your knees went weak and you rested your forehead against his. "Now I need you to fuck me."

In an instant, he lifted you so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. The position left you open and vulnerable, as he settled himself between your legs and pushed forward, burying his cock deep inside you. You gasped as you took his length fully, enjoying the fullness of him. The feel of him filling you to capacity.

Wooyoung thrust in and out of you, setting a steady pace that made you cling onto him. With each thrust, his pelvis smacked against your clit, making you cry out.

The speed increased as you leaned back against the wall, lifting your ass higher to accommodate him. Wooyoung gripped your hips, moving them back and forth with precision, hitting just the right spot. He pressed kisses to your neck, then your ears before finding your lips again.

The combination of the feel of his hands gripping your hips and the feel of his hard cock pulsating inside you, sent ripples of pleasure shooting through your body, igniting your passion.

"Oh God...Wooyoung..." You groaned, arching your back as his tongue found its way to your earlobe.

"You feel so good. I could fuck you forever." He whispered, thrusting into you harder and harder, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. "Can I fuck you forever?"

"Yes please...Yes. Yes.." You moaned, pressing your body tighter against his.

His moans were growing louder as he thrust into you faster and faster, matching your pace. With every thrust, his fingers dug into your hips, holding you tight against him. Every time you pressed back against him, he let out a long groan, then immediately buried himself inside you, fucking you harder and harder.

"Y/N... Y/N... Come for me..." He groaned against your ear.

It took every ounce of willpower not to let yourself cum, but his moans and the feel of his hard cock deep inside you drove you crazy and you knew you couldn't hold back any longer.

The muscles in your stomach clenched and a tremor coursed through your body as another orgasm ripped through you, leaving you trembling. Wooyoung thrust harder, gritting his teeth and growling as he came with you. The sight of him losing control and calling out your name made your heart skip a beat and make your knees buckle.

But before you could fall to the floor, he caught you in his arms and held you tightly, kissing you tenderly. You were completely spent and all you wanted was to collapse into his arms.

"I got you." He whispered, wrapping his arms around you protectively.

As soon as Wooyoung placed you on your feet, the power kicked back on and the elevator started moving again. The both of you let out a laugh as you fixed your clothes, making sure that nothing had fallen out of place.

"Wooyoung?" You turned to look at him, smiling at him. "Thank you."

He grasped your hand, linking your fingers together as you walked towards the doors. "Anytime."

As the elevator door opened, he let go of your hand, placing his hands on the doors and holding them open for you. He watched as you exited the elevator, giving you one last smile before he followed you.

When you got to your desk and Wooyoung to his, you were both silent, content in the fact that you had each other and no one else knew what had happened between the two of you. And when you turned to look at your phone, you saw a text from him asking if you wanted to get dinner later.

Your heart skipped a beat as your face lit up with a wide smile. The night was still young and there was plenty of time for you and Wooyoung to enjoy it together.

Today's unholy thoughts, bunnies, and it's all about plump, sensual, kissable lips.

Have you been thinking about what it will feel like to have their wet, plump lips touch the most sensitive parts of your body? Imagine what it's like when the three of them simultaneously kiss your neck and then leave hickeys on your tits, going lower and lower until their hot breath touches your pussy.

Oh, they'll be totally intoxicated by you, especially when they taste your cunt on their tongues. There is no rivalry between them; why is that necessary when they can just eat you up together at the same time? And believe me, they will do it in the dirtiest and most disgusting way possible.

The feeling of Wooyoung's soft, plush mouth hungrily kissing your clit while Seonghwa and Mingi take it in turns to fuck you with their tongues will practically drive you crazy, and that's exactly what they want. Squirming, moaning, and begging for them will only make them more aroused and want to eat you harder and rougher. 

They will eat you for hours and hours, completely drunk on your pussy, changing position after position, but never taking their lips away from your body. And the sight of how wet and shiny their lips are from your juices will send you over the edge, and you will just want to lick their mouths with your tongue. And the boys will be more than happy to let you do it.

It is all going to be so damn dirty and disgusting, but who said they were tidy boys? Each of them will have their own way of dealing with you. From riding Mingi and Woo's pretty faces to the crazy feeling of Seonghwa's long tongue licking the silky walls of your pussy like it's the sweetest thing in the world.

God, they will be such a moaning, needy mess. Literally rubbing their beautiful, sexy faces against your cunt like cats in heat.

But as well as licking, slobbering, and fucking your pussy with their tongues, they will also want to kiss you. Baby, it's a wild ride. Mingi's kiss will be suffocating. He won't let you go until it's getting dark before your eyes and there's not a drop of air left in your lungs. Hwa, on the other hand, will be so soft and sensual that he will make you want to beg for more. And Wooyoung, well, Wooyoung is going to be possessive, taking complete and total control of your mouth with rough and hungry movements.

They will do this over and over again until you are completely out of consciousness from the pleasure. And maybe the next day you will wake up to find someone else's hot, wet mouth sweetly warming up your pretty pussy.

This will only confirm your thoughts: All boys with plump lips eat pussy like champions.