Just Want Yeosang To Use That Deep Voice Of His As He Makes Love To Witch Yn

just want yeosang to use that deep voice of his as he makes love to witch yn 🤪

[ DEEP LOVE 18+ ] —— yeosang and you spend some time while wooyoung is away.

pairing : dragon!yeosang x witch!f!reader (background poly ateez) genre : dragon au, fantasy / medieval, smut warnings : language, unprotected sex, monster cock!yeosang, pet name (princess)

“how long will wooyoung be gone?” yeosang ask, his body bending over yours as his voice basically caresses your ear. his bare chest presses into your bare back as he bends you over the table you had been attempting to clean since breakfast was over.

“till around noon,” you say as a moan rips through your throat as you feel yeosang’s fingers touching your clit before running through your slowly dripping wet folds.

the black haired dragon hums as his other hand gropes your breast, tweaking your nipple. you let out a breathy moan as you make a sad attempt at arching your back. yeosang presses a loving kiss your scarred shoulder before he trails his kisses up your shoulder, neck, and jaw before he kisses your cheek.

“you gonna let me fuck you then? fuck you right here on this table and leave you full of cum for wooyoung to come home and see?”

you let out a moan at the image of your red haired mate walking through the front door to be greeted with your cum-filled pussy. how wooyoung would probably eat you out before fucking your pussy as yeosang either fucks your mouth or wooyoung.

“a-ah! please fuck me, yeo,” you beg as you rub your ass against his hard cock. the length alone sliding against your ass is enough to make you shiver in excitement.

yeosang let’s out a chuckle, “such a needy princess, aren’t you?” he teases before lining his cock up with your entrance and then slowly pushing inside.

“o-oh, f-fuck! sangie, yeosang! hmm,” you whine out feeling the fullness of yeosang’s cock inside you. the dragon pins you down to the table as his holds your hips in a tight grip. he waits a moment before he begins thrusting into you at a pounding pace that has the whole table shaking.

the small cottage is filled with the sounds of your moans and his grunts and words as he calling you his “dirty princess” and asks “are you going to hold my cum until woo gets home?” “you going to let him eat it out of you while i fuck him?”

“y-yes! yes, yeo— fuck, yeosang! please fill me up! please cum in me, your cock just feels so good,” you cry out feel his cock stretching out your tight walls as you desperately try to clench around him. “fuck so big,” you add as you feel your eyes start to roll in the back of your head as you grow closer to climax.

“fuck, princess, are you growing closer to coming? you gonna come?” he asks, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear and you clench as how deep his voice is in the moment. you can tell he’s probably also growing closer with how his hips stutter and rhythm getting thrown off a little bit.

“yeo, can i come? will you come with me?” you ask as you feel his hand making contact with your clit once more as he vigorously makes tight circles on your bud.

“o-of course you can, y/n, let go whenever you want,” he says as he kisses his mate mark that rest next to wooyoung’s. you remember how wooyoung was a little grumpy about yeosang marking you right next his own, but hopefully got over it.

you do finally come when you feel yeosang bite down on his mark. you let out a loud moan as you clench hard around the dragon’s cock as he finally comes as well.

you let out a small groan as yeosang rests on top of you for a few moments before you start to worry about the two much access weight on the wooden table. “yeo…” you mumble catching his attention as he sits up. you can’t help the series of whines that leave your lips as your mate pulls out of you.

yeosang let’s out a laugh before he’s turning you over on your back and adjusting you further on the table. “make sure you look pretty for wooyoung. you know how much he loves eating this pussy, princess.”

“especially since it’s filled with sangie’s cum,” a new voice says and you looked through fuck-dazed eyes as wooyoung appears next to yeosang. you can’t help but clench at the sight of the two dragons looming over you and you know you are all in for whatever is about to happen the rest of the day.

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idiot in love. k.yeosang x f.reader 5.7k words (fluff + humour)

“I have an idea!”

“No.”

Yunho, who had just burst into the room with a bright smile on his lips, now stood by the doorway with a pout. His phone is held tightly in his hand and playing a video from what looks like tiktok. A chorus of cheers and gasps comes from the gadget’s speakers and you can’t help but to be intrigued.

“Don’t be rude, Yeosang.” San tosses a candy wrapper at the other’s face, telling him off for crushing the light behind Yunho’s eyes. 

You sit on the pink reclining chair in the middle of the room and look up at your tall friend who had just arrived. Currently, you were waiting for the rest of your friends to get to your guys’ usual hang out spot. A comfy little pool house in the back of Seonghwa’s normal-sized and humble house, or that’s what he likes to call it (you’d rather skip the pleasantries and call it a mansion). It’s a decent sized pool house, as decently-sized as a mansion’s pool house can be, and it’s well decorated.

That’s a lie. 

You know how there’s this big thing with the generation now with aesthetics and styles? Yeah, so if you’d gather all those and smush it into a snowball pile and then throw it against a wall, you’d get the pool house decor. It wasn’t bad! Mingi once said that this is what cluttercore is. And you don’t think that it’s ugly, it’s not the best interior design you’ve done but if you look at it at a certain angle and then tilt your head to the left, then sure, it looks pleasing to the eye!

Actually scratch that. This was all Jongho’s fault! Yeah for sure. He calls himself an interior design major yet he can barely even get this place in check. Yeah, that’s right. How about you shift majors, Jongho?

No… that’s a lie too. Because you know god damn well that Jongho’s no joke when it comes to designing. This mess of a house was collectively everyone’s fault. Why? Because everything in this god forsaken pool house was brought by none other than your group of hooligans. 

Hongjoong had speakers stacked up in one corner along with a keyboard and a 2015 dubstep pad which you highly doubt still works. Beside his mess is another mess, this one is of dumbbells and resistance bands with a pull up bar station and foldable bench (which never gets folded) in between it all. This one was courtesy of your gym rat friends, i.e: San, Mingi, Yeosang and Jongho.

Jongho’s solo corner is most definitely the only aesthetically pleasing and neat area of the whole place. He had set up a little bean bag seat by the door so he could bask in the afternoon sunlight. And beside that was his little guitar stand and trusty acoustic guitar. You remember gifting it to him when he graduated high school; oh the memories of huddling together to gather all your saved up cash from your part time jobs.

Your corner? Well you didn’t exactly have one, per se. You had a habit of hovering around everyone else’s little respective corners and sticking your nose into their business, so you never really saw the need to have your own space. But you had a little pink reclining chair you thrifted in the middle of the room. It was beaten up and the leather was peeling in some spots  but if you covered it with a blanket, then it’s out of sight and out of mind.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand. 

You were sitting on your chair with your legs dangling off the arm rest and scrolling through twitter when your friend unceremoniously slams open the sliding glass door and holler about his brilliant idea. San was lying on the rug watching ants march by a cookie crumb and Yeosang was messing around with Hongjoong’s keyboard. Seonghwa was back inside looking for some snacks to share and everyone else was on their way to the pool house.

“What is it, Yun?” You turn to the man and place your phone down onto your chest.

“At least someone cares.” The tall blonde trudges to your side and plops down on the ground beside you. You watch as he shuffles around to get his bum comfortable on the concrete before he shows you his phone screen. Once he’s comfy enough, he leans his chin onto your tummy and starts talking about this one tiktok he saw. 

“So I was scrolling through tiktok and there’s this one that has like thirty million views.” 

San crawls up from his previous spot before kneeling beside your pink chair. His eyes are trained onto the people on the screen as he scurrys closer and leans his chin onto your shoulder. The newest addition to the scene connects eyes for a split second with the man on your stomach before he hums when the video replays again and it vibrates on your shoulder. But you’re not concerned, because your attention was on something else. Rather, someone else.

Yeosang stayed where he was, fingers mindlessly pressing key after key on Hongjoong’s keyboard while his other hand scrolled through his own tiktok. Is he not interested in what Yunho’s showing? Why isn’t he coming closer, you pout inwardly. 

Listen. If you were in his situation and you heard people gasping, you’d have ran all the way to see what was going on. This is not to say that you want Yeosang to come running towards you at any chance he gets, it’s just… Okay you do want him to run towards you whenever the opportunity’s there.

But can you be blamed for having a simple crush on your friend? He is exceptionally beautiful, of course all your friends are beautiful but you just think he has that edge that puts him above everyone else (but don’t tell Wooyoung or else he’ll flip). His large russet irises that just glitter in the sunlight like cold brew on a sunny afternoon. His high cheekbones and the rich red birthmark that sits at his temple. And his voice! So deep with a timber that makes your heart rattle in your chest. Everything about him just had you captured.

“Keep the pda to a minimum please, we have a minor.”

Hongjoong scolds from the doorway, throwing a glance at the other side of the room where Yeosang sat all alone with his equipment. He stands proud on his feet with pottery clay stained sleeves and mismatched socks. No one really knows what Hongjoong does in his free time, but he always turns up with skin tainted in whatever and oftentimes a new hair colour. Behind him stood your other two friends, one bearing a scowl and the other freely giggling at Hongjoong’s words. 

“I’m literally twenty one.” Jongho grumbles, unbuttoning the first couple of buttons of his tan cafe uniform dress shirt. 

“I’m talking about Mingi.” Hongjoong directs a nod at the taller of the three who then yelps out a ‘hey!’.

You and your friends had this little inside joke that Mingi was actually five years old mentally. Not in the sense that he’s dumb (he’s actually the opposite), but rather because of his cute and clumsy nature. For a man of his height, you wouldn’t expect him to be the type of person who makes hand hearts in every photo and calls the colour pink ‘heart coloured’. 

Moving forward, it’s not like skinship wasn’t a norm with your little gang of misfits, it was. Especially with the more cuddlier guys of the bunch, like Yunho and San. So, seeing them getting all cozied up with anyone isn’t all that surprising. 

“Where’s Wooyoung?” You ask, genuinely curious of where the loud one was.

“He went to bother Seonghwa. Probably making those crappy western sandwiches with ham and potato chips.” Mingi responded, making his way to you and peeking at the screen in Yunho’s hand.

“That looks fun.”

-

“Wait, so how does this go again?” Jongho asks, sitting on the ground beside the tray of snacks Seonghwa had prepared. Wooyoung had sneaked in three of those crappy sandwiches that Mingi mentioned onto the tray, and they were all eaten by him too. The rest of you settled on the bowl of salted pretzels and kettle chips.

Yunho downs his can of beer before tossing it to the side (much to Seonghwa’s dismay) and beginning to explain again. He believes this is his eighty-eighth time explaining to the group because none of them are ever listening at the same time!

“So we all put our phones down in the middle and make sure they’re locked.” Yunho demonstrates by placing his phone on the floor with the screen pitch black and reflecting his face. 

“And then we wait for one of them to light up. The person who owns that phone will then have to call their crush!”

Now everyone’s listening. Especially you, reclined on your chair and suddenly sweating. You can feel your fingers start to tremble and your heart beat quicker. Your eyes flicker to Hongjoong who gives you a wicked smile.

Hongjoong’s the only person who’s known about your… affectionate feelings for Yeosang. It’s rather an embarrassing story to recall. You were scrolling through your guys’ group chat and skimming across the recently sent pictures. You guys had just gone on a little beach trip in the middle of summer, yes how anime plot cliche of you, but who’s to judge? Anyway, you had stopped on a particular picture because it had caught your eye.

The sky was a rich blue and thin clouds had been strung out  across it. The horizon sits beautifully between it and the clear blue sea that calmly breaches onto the hot sand. But who cares for that view when you have the perfect view of Kang Yeosang clad in only his swimming shorts, sitting on a beach towel with his hands planted behind him to lean his head back. His hair was dripping with the salty sea water that trickled down onto his skin and pooling in his deep collarbones. 

You couldn’t stop staring. Not with the way his eyes had been shut and his lips hung open in a deep exhale. You were– as what the young ones say these days, quite gagged. The sight of his smooth skin with a light sheen of the sea and the sand that stuck onto his muscular thighs. Oh the things that ran through your mind… 

You wouldn’t have stopped staring if it wasn’t for Hongjoong walking up from behind you and gawking at the picture opened on your screen. In full brightness. Zoomed in on Yeosang himself. 

What’s worse than that was the way he reacted, but that’s a story for another day.

“I’m in!” San happily announces after Yunho explains, immediately fishing his phone out and placing it beside Yunho’s.

And soon, everyone had their phones out and ready to participate. Even you, although it does feel like you’re shitting your heart out of your ass. But what are the chances right? There are nine of you and there’s absolutely no way that your phone out of the nine lights up first. You had about an eleven point eleven percent possibility, so it couldn’t be you.

Yet, why were you so jittery? You know that your chances are low but why do you still feel like running out and diving to the pool by reason of insanity?  God, what’s up with you right now?

“We have to film this.” Wooyoung interjects before the game starts.

Everyone now had their phones laying in a circle right beside the litre of sprite. And honestly, you were kind of anxious, seeing that your phone was the closest to the bottle and might possibly get wet from the perspiration that’s dripping down the green plastic. You had literally gotten that five months ago, had to bust your ass sitting dogs and begging on your knees in front of your parents…

“Idiot how are we gonna film if all our phones will be in the pile?” San delivers a soft smack to the back of the shorter’s head. And now that you think about it, Choi San has been quite violent today. Throwing stuff at people and smacking heads.

“Seonghwa has two phones.” 

You hear Hongjoong call out from opposite of you. His voice was rather bitter, understandable. He, of course, has to live with his crappy little iPhone 6s plus until next month when he’s eligible for a new one from his plan (don’t ask why he hasn’t upgraded in the last– something, years). And his dear best friend Seonghwa is here with two of the latest iPhones tucked into each of his back pockets. But it all comes from a place of banter, though. You know how Hongjoong and Seonghwa’s dynamic is. 

“I’ll get the tripod!” Jongho immediately jumps onto his feet and runs to Wooyoung’s little nook. The latter then complains at how Jongho teasingly scatters his stuff in search of the tripod that’s ‘literally right there!’

When everything’s all set up, everyone huddled on the floor, Seonghwa’s turquoise iPhone perched by the sliding doors, and phones readily on hand, Yunho begins his countdown.

“Okay guys, so we all know what to do, right?” 

A chorus of ‘yes’ erupts from the team and a quiet ‘get on with it!’ sounds from Yeosang, who Yunho throws a pouty glare at.

“On the count of three, we’re all gonna lock our phones and then put them in the middle.”

One.

You have your phone in your hand and your fingers are trembling. You’re honestly so nervous because, fuck. The chances of you being the one chosen is high. Who in the world thinks that one in nine is a low possibility? Definitely not you! That eleven percent was one above ten percent. And in a situation like this? You think that a ten percent chance is still ten too many! 

Two.

You think about backing out, again. Maybe you should smash your phone on the ground and go oops! No… Maybe you could pretend faint and fall face first into the bowl of pretzels. Yes! That sounds– fucking stupid. Come on brain! You yell inside your mind, Think! Think! Think!

Three!

Too late. Everyone’s now clicking their phones shut and you’re left no choice but to follow from the peer pressure. And soon everyone’s phones are back on the ground again. This time, you’re not that worried about the damn puddle of water on the fucking gray concrete. All your mind is racing about is the fact that your life is on the line (okay dramatic much?). 

Your heart is pounding in your ears, and it’s all you can hear. Granted, everybody in the room had shut up in anticipation, but it just made the beating of your heart even louder. Your palms are growing clammy and you can feel beads of sweat forming on your hairline. It feels like millions of years have passed by now, but anyone can tell you otherwise. In fact, it hasn't even been five seconds since your phones were tossed into the ring.

With everyone’s eyes glued onto their own phones, you all waited. For whichever iPhone lights up first. The screens lined up together to perfectly mirror the way the pool water reflects the sunlight into the room. You try to distract yourself with the refracted light that dances on the ceiling, enjoying how they wiggle and float as a result of the pool right outside. It’s crazy how science works. But that distraction barely even lasts a moment before your eyes flicker onto a pair already staring at you. And as you stare into Hongjoong’s dark irises, you’re reminded of the fact that you’re waiting. For one phone to ping with a notification. Waiting. 

Waiting. 

Waiting.

Ping!

There it is. Finally you’re put out of your misery! Your eyes, along with everybody else's, fall onto the glowing screen. And you see the face of Suna Rintarou, Inarizaki High School’s Volleyball Team’s six foot one middle blocker. The same exact picture you have on your lockscreen. A text notification floats into view and it reads:

“Happy Birthday! This is Doja Cat, meow~. I am sending this message from my private number…”

That’s crazy, you think, who gets scam texts from Doja Cat? Haha… Oh.

Panic surges through your veins as it now registers that it was your phone that pinged. It was you who got the Doja Cat scam text. (It’s not even your birthday! Who sends this kind of stuff and how did they get your number?! What?) … And it’s you who has to call your crush right now.

At this point your heart has probably fallen out of your asshole, maybe even crashed through the crust of the earth. You can’t believe that this is happening to you right now. You had only a little over ten percent of a chance on your side yet the universe still pointed its grubby wrinkled finger at you. You’re convinced that you’re the main character of some stupid early afternoon sitcom titled ‘What are the odds?’ or something… Fuck, with a capital ‘F’!

Right after your phone had pinged on, Hongjoong’s crappy banged up iphone six followed suit with a notification from instagram. But it’s too late. Whoever just liked his post was twenty-three seconds too late. You were the chosen one.

The two of you make eye contact once more and his eyes now glitter with mischief. Not only was he saved by the grace of god, but he gets to watch you crumble into dust and debris like the ruins of Parthenon, again! Oh what a splendid day it was to be Hongjoong. What makes this situation even more satisfying (for Hongjoong and not you, oh dear god, especially not you) is what happened a couple days back. And the male who sits across from you can’t help but smile.

For context, it was a lovely Wednesday afternoon. You were lying on Hongjoong’s kitchen counter whining and moping about being single, as per usual. And your friend sits on the newspaper covered floor, painting his cabinets blue. Not even the usual calming sky blue that shows up naturally, no; he is painting his kitchen cabinets an awful shade of neon blue. One that blinds you and leaves a lasting orange mark behind your eyelids when you close your eyes.

“Is this about Yeosang, again?” He had asked you without even looking away from his brush strokes.

You felt your face heat up at the mention of him. You turned your head to look at the man with a pout, which he doesn’t even notice. Again, all his attention is on keeping paint from his precious bronze hinges.

“Maybe…” You responded after a few moments of silence. “And why aren’t you using a big brush like any normal person?”

Hongjoong murmured something along the lines of ‘mind your business’ and then told you to carry on your rambling. So you do. 

“I don’t know! It’s just that… I’ve been silent about my feelings for so long and this is my first time talking about them to anyone, so I’m dumping out a lot of emotions here.”

“Aren’t you glad I found out, then?”

“Fuck you.” You scowled at Hongjoong’s teasing tone pertaining to how he found out. You hate him.

“Like there’s something about him that’s just so charming!” You continued when he gave you no response. “When I first met him he was shy and quiet and so it was like whiplash because his best friend is apparently Wooyoung? I can’t be the only one who was surprised at that. But then… then he started opening up to us and then my perception of him just tumbled from there…”

Hongjoong placed his paintbrush on the floor, soaking the newspaper in blue paint and his focus had moved onto you. The way you talked so nonchalantly, like your feelings for Yeosang were something so familiar to you. The way you absentmindedly wiggled your fingers every time you giggle at a memory of a certain blonde. It was so obvious that your feelings for the man were much stronger than what Hongjoong first sought it out to be.

“He’s just so funny in his own little way. He doesn’t even have to try! Like that one time he was frying an egg and he tried to flip it but then–” You bursted out laughing at the memory. Hongjoong remembered too, the clueless expression Yeosang had after dropping the sunny side up egg on the ground was just hilarious. 

“I don’t know why I like him so much. We’re not the closest of the group– I don’t think I’ve even spent an hour just him and me alone! So it doesn’t make sense to me how I started liking him. I don’t know anything about him that you don’t, and vice versa. It just happened suddenly and now I have uncontrollable feelings for my friend. It’s like fucking cupid just punched me in the gut and went ‘hehe you have feelings now’!”

By now you had your face down on the countertop, muffling your cries onto the cold surface.

“And it’s so frustrating because he has the qualities to be the perfect crush! He’s handsome, funny and kind, but I know that’s not why I like him. Maybe it adds up to why, but it’s not entirely true. I think it’s because he has this aura around him that just had me hooked. It’s like his own angel halo, he’s just so– so… benign!”

“Benign?” Hongjoong finally spoke, he has never met anyone use the word ‘benign’ to describe anyone. Especially you! He did not expect you to pull out uncommon words for this. No hate, he loves you kiss kiss, but you’re the type of person to slap someone in the face and call it flirting. Describing someone as benign was not up your alley. 

“Why don’t you just ask him out then?” He asked you the most obvious question ever.

“What if he rejects me?” And you responded with the most obvious answer ever. 

“You’ll never know unless you shoot your shot.” Hongjoong picked up his paintbrush and went back to painting his cabinets such an atrocious colour. 

You gave him a cocky laugh in response. Pfft– confess? You? It was like telling an elephant to bungee jump, that’ll never happen! 

“But! If I don’t shoot, then I’ll never miss.”

Were your infamous last words, Hongjoong remembers so well. So maybe that’s what makes this entire thing so interesting.

Hongjoong watches you with hawk-like eyes, reading your heart off from your sleeves. Your eyes meet for a quick second before your eyes flit back onto the phone in front of you. The room erupts in hollers and hoots and Hongjoong can’t help but let his eyes drift off to the male who sat two persons to his left. 

Yeosang’s face was undecipherable, that’s all one could say. His eyebrows were raised in the slightest bit as a sign of intrigue. The corners of his lips were neither turned up nor down; they were just neutral. The only telltale sign of interest he’s showing is the upturn of his head as he tries to get a better look at your glowing phone screen. But other than that, you might say he looks indifferent.

But that’s not what Hongjoong sees. Oh no, the older male has his eyes on Yeosang’s closed fists. Watching as they ever so slightly clench when you shakily reach for the gadget. And Hongjoong’s mind is set. He knows now. 

“This is rigged!” You cry with your phone heavy in your hands.

“How?!” Wooyoung screeches from beside you. 

“You rigged it!” You point an accusatory finger at Yunho who flinches and gives you his sweetest most clueless puppy dog eyes. That devil.

“You came here with this idea! This was planned from the start! I am a victim!” You cry, voice getting more deranged as each word flies past your lips. 

And it’s funny, yes, everyone’s glad it’s getting captured by Seonghwa’s phone. But what will be even more fun is when you actually get to the fucking plot of this and call your crush!

“Just call whoever you have to call, y/n!” Jongho says firmly after his own laughing fit. Scary how strict the younger generation is nowadays.

“Do I have to?” You resort to pleading. “Can’t we just go again?” 

They all give you one final stern glare before you finally give up and unlock your phone. With each tap you do, your breathing gets even more shallow. Oh it’s bad for you.

Everyone has their eyes on you, some curious, some teasing, and you just want to die. Dig a hole and die. Eat concrete and die. Roll in barbed wire and die. Anything! Literally anything would be better than you embarrassing yourself. 

So you find the contact and press call. A ring comes from your speakers and it goes silent for a moment. Everybody is on their toes, giggling to themselves and feeling giddy over something that doesn’t even involve them. But can you blame them? They’re all so nosy and always want to be in each others’ business.

The next ring that blares into the room comes from the circle of phones on the floor. A light blue iphone vibrates and flashes, catching everyone’s attention. You’ve pressed your face into your palms, refusing to look at anyone as embarrassment spreads like wildfire on your skin. Just like before, the room has fallen silent again, minus the constant ringing of the still unanswered call. 

Yeosang stares, mouth agape and eyes wide. That’s his phone. There’s no mistaking it. And only he has his notifications set to LED flash which he first did because it annoys Wooyoung. He doesn’t exactly need it, per se, but at this point he’s had his phone set to LED flash for years now that he’d feel empty without it. Back to the scene at hand, Yeosang’s still staring at the call screen.

Everyone was at a loss for words. For multiple reasons, the first one being you having a crush on Yeosang. Wooyoung, at first was about to wail about you not choosing him instead, because obviously he is the better choice (his words). But that soon went over his shoulder when he glanced at the phone on the floor. The second, and more appalling reason to everyone’s disbelief, is that the object of your desires does not even have your number saved. 

“You don’t even have her number saved?!” Wooyoung suddenly breaks the silence and it makes you snap your head up. 

What…? You’re taking blow after blow today, a match with Manny Pacquiao would have had less punches to the gut. Triple Whammy! Or whatever you call it.

“Wow… You’re really…” San speaks up from beside you. “Really, you’re something else.”

The phones finally stop ringing and you hear an automated voice come from your end of the call. You could hardly look in Yeosang’s direction right now, because, face it, him not saving your number? That’s a large blaring neon sign of unrequited affection. And you’re too wrapped up in your own emotions, still frozen in shock, that you don’t notice Yeosang frantically shaking his head and hurriedly blurting out about how it’s a misunderstanding.

“It’s not just, y/n! I don’t have anyone’s numbers saved…” And his voice trails off when realizes that he just made things worse. That does not sound reassuring at all.

“Bro?!” Wooyoung snatches Yeosang’s phone from the floor and holds it up briefly to his best friend’s face to unlock it. The dark haired male finds his contacts list and it’s true. So far all he can see saved are his family’s numbers. Heartbreaking really, because after all they’ve been through?

“Eight years! We’ve known each other for eight years, Yeosang. And you don’t have my number saved?!” Wooyoung’s hysterical, which is somewhat funny. He’s an inch away from mauling his best friend like a bear and Yunho’s tasked with holding him back by the collar considering he’s sat beside the feral man. 

But there’s nothing for you to smile about, it seems like the group had momentarily forgotten about what happened a mere minute earlier. Which, thank god, you don’t want to dwell on that forever. But you are craving a little bit of attention right now, preferably from someone who’ll comfort you or some shit. You don’t know! It’s confusing.

Seonghwa notices the way your fingers pick and pull at the strings of your distressed jeans and he decides he should at least get you out of the room. He spots the empty bowl of pretzels and uses this as an excuse.

“I’m gonna go get more pretzels. Wanna come, y/n?”

You jolt at the mention of your name and you look up to see Seonghwa holding a hand out to you. Which, after you catch on to what his intentions are, you gratefully accept. Now on your feet, you grab the empty bowl and throw a quick smile at the squabbling group of idiots before making your way out. Missing the way a pair of panicked eyes trail after your figure. 

Once in the kitchen, you sigh and plant your hands on the pristine countertops. Actually, last time you were here, Seonghwa’s countertops were steel gray granite. How come the slab in front of you was now a snowy marble. When did his mom even renovate the kitchen?

“Hey, Hwa.” You start when you hear footsteps join you in the kitchen. “When did you get your countertops changed…”

Yeosang is who greeted you when you turned your head. Not Seonghwa.

And then everything’s quiet. Where was Seonghwa? You have no idea. Was he the one who set this up? You’re not sure, but you think so. Will you absolutely abolish him when you get him? Absolutely. 

You don’t know how long you both stand there stupidly staring at each other, but you assume it’s a really long time. You counted about seven bird chirps from outside and approximately three cars had honked as they passed by the road. You think you can see the sunlight moving, or maybe you’ve absolutely lost it. Matter of fact! Maybe that’s not even Yeosang in front of you. Maybe that’s just another one of your crazy hallucinations, that sounds about right. Real. 

Yes, there is no Yeosang in the room.

“So…” 

It talks?! 

The man in front of you starts and you’re startled out of your thoughts. Oh sweet cheese… That’s the real thing. That’s the real human Yeosang… oh great heavens…

“Uhm…” He scratches the back of his neck and sucks a breath through his teeth.

That is a telltale sign of discomfort, you conclude, the psychology major part in your brain puts on her lab coat and pushes up her jacket. Hand on the back of the neck? Head tilted? Avoiding eye contact? Yep, he absolutely despises you. He wants to grab you by the ankles and throw you onto Seonghwa’s incredibly large front lawn like a shot put. Miss Trunchbull style.

Only, you’re studying architecture. 

“This is awkward.” Yeosang speaks again.

“I’ll get the pretzels.” You turn your back and try to find a bag of pretzels, when you know that they’re in the pantry. And the pantry is right behind Yeosang so that means that to get to the pantry you’d have to walk past Yeosang. And you’d rather not get within shot put throwing distance of Yeosang right now! Maybe, you can take an alternate route over the kitchen island and then take the stairs up to the balcony and then jump off into the pool and then walk back in to grab the pretzels. 

Yes. Wonderful.

But, right when you’re about to jump over the marble, Yeosang’s voice pierces through the room.

“We should go get coffee sometime.”

And now you’re rooted in your spot. Because did Yeosang just ask you out or did you just bang your head on the counter in an attempt to run away? 

“I mean like… If you want to!” Panic rises in Yeosang’s eyes because, from his perspective, you’ve been silent this whole time. You even tried to avoid the topic entirely. But, I guess he wouldn’t blame you after the whole thing in the pool house. 

He’s been freaking out since the phone call. First of all, he fully expected San’s or Yunho’s phones to ring because you’re always cuddling with them. Maybe even Hongjoong, you go over to his place often and have a lot of inside jokes and secrets with each other. Who’s to say that you two weren’t secretly harbouring feelings for each other. But, that’s not to say he’s unhappy that you called him. He was just pleasantly surprised. 

He’s not complaining, he thinks you’re cute and he loves your personality. If anything, he’d love to get to know you more, maybe spend some time away from the hooligans you call friends. They always did hog you whenever you hung out. Never gave him the chance to talk with you one on one. Maybe this is his chance?

So, when Seonghwa offered to pull you out of the scene, he decided to take his place. A quick ‘I’ll go’ whispered as he passed by the older male. His palms were leaking by the time he got in the kitchen, standing nervously and bashfully scratching his neck. He genuinely didn’t know what to say. Where should he even start? 

So when he blurts out an invitation to go out, he feels his heart fall into the depths of the abyss. He didn’t mean to say that! He should have de-escalated the situation first, fuck! Now you’re standing there in the kitchen looking at him like he was stupid. He is.

“If you don’t want to then it’s okay.” 

And you just stand there staring, for another good three minutes. 

“Sure.” You finally whisper, eyes wide and dumbfounded, but Yeosang heard it. And it made his heart swell. Sure.

If idiot in love was the phrase, you were the picture.

note: not proofread and it's kinda rushed. ive had this prompt im my drafts for about a year now and i just wanted to let it out.

this night together - chapter four (j.yh + s.mg)

chapter four: a funny little feeling

chapter summary: your heat finally breaks, leaving you to relive every moment and every touch with a clear head. but you're sure you'll be able to just stay friends.

warnings: smut, all the a/b/o/omegaverse warnings, extreme horniness, masturbation, fingering, nipple play, rough sex, knotting, serious aftercare, emotional rollercoaster of hormones

pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader

genre: smut, abo/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory

word count: 7.9K

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They’re dead asleep when the pain passes over you again, and after all the hours they had put in helping you come again and again, fucking and filling you over and over, you can’t bring yourself to wake them. Neither of them are in a rut, and this has to be getting tiring for them, even though they can share you, with a heat this hard you’re demanding constant attention and stimulation. There’s no way you won’t be feeling this for at least a week when it finally breaks. 

Yunho is laid out flat on his back, head turned away from you and his lips parted softly as he exhales little puffs of air. His upper arm is pressed along yours, but otherwise he isn’t touching you at all. Mingi on the other hand is curled over you, situated higher up on the bed than you, one broad hand resting between your breasts and a knee hitched up over your hips. 

No longer in the hazy space of peak heat, you’re able to breathe and take in the feeling of them so close. You can hear your own heartbeat, feel the thready hiss of your breath, but still they sleep on. 

Your nipples harden into painful peaks, a light sheen of sweat across your body once again, and your cunt pulsates with need. What you should do is wake them, beg them to knot you again until you can sleep a little longer in plump satisfaction, but you bite down and hold your tongue. 

It takes a moment to maneuver Mingi’s leg off you, his weight extra heavy while he’s deep in sleep, but you manage to push him off. That leaves you naked in the center of the bed, lying between both of them. 

You slip your fingers down your body and between your folds, finding your core wetter than you’ve ever been, so slick you can barely catch any friction where you need it. A soft whine bubbles from your lips, but it’s still almost a whisper and they don’t make a move. 

Steeling yourself, you arch your hips to give your hand better access, and wipe away as much excess slick onto your inner thigh as possible, returning your fingers to your swollen, throbbing clit and finding now, finally, you can feel something. At this stage of your heat it’s always harder to orgasm from manual stimulation alone, your body knowing intrinsically that what it needs is a knot, but you have to try. 

You circle your fingers, pressing firmly down over your clit and chasing as much feeling as possible, cupping your breast and tweaking your sensitive nipples to drive some additional sensation through your body. They sleep on beside you, and you bite down on your lip as you rock your hips up to meet your fingers a little better, trying all the while to keep quiet. Your legs widen on their own as you try to get what you need, but your thighs connect with each of them since they're crowded so close to you in the bed and you stutter to a stop to see if you’ve woken them. 

Yunho makes a heavy sigh but doesn't move and that’s all the permission you need to sink two fingers inside yourself and pick up the pace of your hips. A shuddering breath pushes out of you when you start hitting the tender point of your pleasure just inside your tight channel and your legs widen further. You’re losing yourself now, no longer cognizant of anything but your own need. 

Mingi’s hand shifts and cups your breast, but when you jerk your head to the side to look at him, he’s still fast asleep. 

Just a little more. All you need is just a little more. 

You’re caught looking at Mingi’s plush, parted lips. His forehead smooth and mind unbothered in sleep, and you admire his features. Masculine and sharp, with a softness to his eyes even when they’re closed. Heat pulses through you, and Yunho’s hand shifts. 

He sleeps on, his hand coming to rest on the juncture of your thigh and hip, and you whine softly as you continue thrusting your fingers into yourself, canting your hips up to meet every downward jut. 

Their hands on you feel electric, their scent filling you and making the atmosphere of the room heady. You’re so close, it’s right there for you. You widen your legs more, your thighs pressing further against them, but you don’t even care. Yunho shifts slightly, the sheet over his bottom half stretching taut and your mind buzzes - the hard line of his cock is suddenly clear and you stammer out a moan. 

Yunho inhales sharply, his fingers tightening on your thigh, and Mingi makes a small, sleepy noise next to you. When Mingi draws his hand back and inadvertently drags his palm over your nipple the sensation is just enough to finally push you over the edge. You moan as it crashes into you, your body locking up in pleasure and twisting in the sheets, and your breath is coming in short sharp pants as you ride out your sudden release. 

Your body shifts suddenly, and your eyes flutter open. In the dim light of the room you register quickly that Mingi has pushed you onto your side to face Yunho, who’s awake and looking at you with a blown out, flushed expression. 

“Ah, Mingi,” You stammer as he hikes up your leg to open you up to him. 

He doesn’t respond with words, but he crowds you with his body and aligns himself with your wet core, thrusting up inside you with one smooth stroke. You curse, gripping down on the sheets at the sudden sensation, but he pulls you closer still like he needs to touch every inch of your skin. His teeth close over your shoulder, far enough from your gland to be safe but still making you start in his arms and try to twist to find his eyes. Hot hunger strikes back up through your body at the sensation, but you know you don’t want him quite like this.

“Mingi, baby,” You reach for him, threading a hand into his hair, “l-let go,” 

His teeth sink into you a little more, not enough to break the skin but certainly enough to hurt and his hands tighten.

Your eyes flick to Yunho’s and you watch his face clear suddenly from the primal haze he woke up in, and he meets your eyes. He wets his lips and eases down in the bed a little more, “Mingi, stop,” 

Mingi breathes out heavily, a hot stream of air across your damp skin. 

“Mingi,” You murmur softly, knowing that he needs a little help snapping out of the haze, “alpha, please let me go,” 

His jaw relaxes and he pulls his mouth away from your shoulder. He’s still holding you tightly, but you feel him coming back to the surface, realizing that this isn't a dream. 

Yunho cups your cheek softly, “You okay?” 

You nod, shifting to kiss his palm gently before reaching back behind you for Mingi, “I’m good, I promise,”

“Jesus, did I hurt you?” Mingi’s grip softens as he finally realizes what’s going on around him. 

“No,” You answer clearly, no space for ambiguity with something like this, “I just knew you were still kind of out of it,” 

“I bit you,” He registers 

“And I liked it,” You squeeze his hip where you reach around, “just not while you were that out of it,” 

“What happened?” He manages. 

You blush scarlet, “I woke you up by accident,” 

Yunho smiles, a little amused at your choice of words. He had rocketed into consciousness and watched you finish the minute you moaned, fighting the urge to sink his own fingers inside you as you came apart in ecstatic pleasure right before his eyes. 

Mingi pushes up onto his elbow to see you better, his expression confused. 

“You were both asleep,” You explain softly, adverting your eyes from his, “and I didn’t want to wake you, but I needed to take the edge off,” 

He smirks when he realizes your euphemism, “Oh,” 

“It didn’t work out like I planned,” You duck your face into the mattress and sigh. 

“You missed out,” Yunho smiles at you, dragging the back of his knuckle down your chest and back up again, “she looked gorgeous,” 

If you could blush more, you do. 

“Mm,” Mingi nuzzles you, “why wouldn’t you just wake us? That’s what we’re here for,” 

“You’ve got to be exhausted by now,” You explain softly, “I thought I’d give you a break,” 

Mingi hums quietly, dropping his lips to your shoulder to kiss you tenderly, and then his hands tighten again and he snaps his hips, dragging his cock out of you and plunging it back in, “Do I feel exhausted to you?” 

You moan tightly, reaching out and gripping onto Yunho’s arm as you recover from the sudden sensation, “God, fuck,” 

“God, fuck?” He teases you, “Yeah?” 

“Oh, shut up,” You sigh, grinding your hips back a little to feel him deeper. 

He groans and gathers you close in his arms, “You’re so cute,” 

You want to make fun, but something inside you sings at his praise and you smile softly, “Yeah?” 

“Aw,” Yunho smiles, “you’re blushing,” 

“Mm,” Mingi kisses your head, “do you not hear that enough? Should I tell you more?” 

“Mingi,” You make an attempt at protesting but your body flutters around him and you’re acutely aware of the sweat trickling down your brow and the feeling of his heart pounding against your back. 

“Cutie,” Mingi nips at your ear, tugging softly on the lobe, “did you take the edge off or do you need me?” 

Orgasm aside, your body is starting to fall back into the needy, desperate tendencies of heat and all you can manage is a gentle whimper. 

“Oh, pretty girl,” Mingi sighs, dropping his hand over your belly and nuzzling your head, “you need my knot, precious?” 

“P-please,” You choke, and even though a few minutes ago you might have been sated enough for sleep, the idea of it is enough to rocket you right back into desperate wanting. 

“Can I help?” Yunho murmurs softly. 

“Anything,” You nod, a little breathless and frantic. 

Mingi groans as you press your hips back into his and reach for Yunho, connecting your lips to his in a hungry kiss. Mingi snaps his hips again and you gasp against Yunho’s mouth. 

“Harder,” You reach back for his hip, nails scraping along his soft skin to try and get him to respond the way you need. 

He says nothing, but his hands shift to hold you steady, one on your hip and the other on your shoulder and then he starts to thrust. He listened perfectly - not faster, but harder, deeper. Every sharp click of his hips up snaps your hips against each other and drives his aching cock so deep you can’t think straight. 

You want to come so badly, you want to spasm around him so hard you make him come inside and you want to take every bit of it. Your brain is still a little blurry and you let your eyes close as you focus on the sensations. Mingi stretching you wide, his tight grip, Yunho’s hands caressing you gently in a dizzying contrast to the way you’re being fucked open. 

You whine at a particularly hard thrust, the head of his cock connecting with your cervix and lighting a bubble of pain up inside you, but it’s no worse than your intense hot cramping. 

“God,” Mingi pants, his hips canting up a little faster, “you’re so fucking hot,” 

Yunho smiles, and then presses forward to catch your mouth again. His fingers trace down from your chest to your belly and back up, one hand cupping your breast and a thumb flicking across your nipple. 

You moan hard, breaking away from his mouth and dropping your face into the pillows, “Again,” 

He flicks again, and you bury your face deeper into the pillows as you moan. 

“No, no,” Mingi’s hand on your shoulder shifts up into your hair, pulling your head back slowly, “don’t hide,” 

Your muscles lock up around his cock and he hisses. 

“You like that?” He pulls your hair a little harder, yanking you against his shoulder so he can hold you still. 

You whine out an affirmative response, one hand reaching for something and finding Yunho’s chest. 

“I want to hear you come, beautiful,” Mingi’s breath is hot on your ear, and he adjusts his body slightly so he can drive his cock into you again and again at a punishing pace. 

“More,” You manage. 

“Y-Yunho,” Mingi groans, “play with her some more,” 

Yunho makes a hungry noise and then you feel his mouth close over your nipple. 

“Oh, god,” your body arches hard into them. 

You’re sandwiched tight between them, and then Yunho sucks hard and the sensations flowing through you double. 

“Do that again,” Mingi pants. 

Yunho obliges, sucking hard again and then flicking his tongue firmly over your pebbled nipple, his fingers coming up to tease the other. 

“I’m gonna fucking come,” You stammer, “I’m- I’m,”

“Taking your alpha’s cock so well,” Yunho bites at your breast, “our good, good, girl,” 

“The fucking best,” Mingi chokes. 

Good, the best. Theirs. Your brain bubbles over with the praise and you cup Yunho’s head in your palm, pressing him closer to your body and forcing more of his mouth over you. Your legs start to shake, and Mingi’s hand on your hip slips down and his fingers start to circle your clit. Frantic and fast. 

“F-fuck,” You hold onto them for dear life, “I’m coming, I’m, ah, fuck,” 

“Shit,” Mingi thrusts up hard and you feel his swollen knot, “oh shit,” 

“Inside,” You beg, “alpha, please,” 

He all but growls, and it burns, but he pushes in. Your fluttering channel expands just enough to accept him inside and then you feel him swell properly to lock in place, spilling seed so deeply that for a hazy moment inside your orgasm you daydream that not even your implant could prevent that from taking root. 

You can barely feel your body, all of you shuddering and panting after the intensity, but slowly you feel Yunho kiss along your breasts and up your chest, and Mingi’s hands soften to smooth over your skin in a comforting pattern. 

“She asleep?” Yunho mumbles as he kisses more of your chest. 

“Maybe,” Mingi responds and then he squeezes your hip, “baby, you with us?” 

“Mm,” You manage. 

Mingi chuckles, “Does my knot feel good, tiny?” 

You sigh pleasantly. 

“I think that’s a yes,” You feel Yunho’s smile on your skin, “she’s practically glowing,” 

“Beautiful,” Mingi murmurs. 

Yunho’s gone suddenly though, and your eyes flutter open, “W-where?” 

“Getting you water,” He soothes, still on the bed just a little bit further from you than he was, “I need you to drink some of this and then we can cuddle all you want,” 

You take the glass, eagerly drinking as much of the water as you can at this odd, twisted angle and Mingi chuckles again behind you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. 

“That’s good,” Yunho smiles when you pass the glass back. 

“Come back,” You reach out again, needing to feel him. 

He drops the glass on the side table and eases himself back over until you’re pressed front to back between them both. Every inch of your skin that can touch one of them does, and you finally feel at peace. Yunho wraps an arm around you both and kisses your hair, “Better?” 

“Don’t leave,” You mumble, sleep clinging to you once again. 

“We’ve got nowhere to be, jagiya,” Yunho soothes, kissing your lips softly. 

“Hmm,” You sigh, your tense muscles releasing one by one, the warm feeling of Mingi’s hard cock inside you washing over you like a salve. 

“Perfect,” Mingi murmurs, and then sleep takes you under. 

It continues like this for what feels like hours. You wake in needy desperation and one of them is suddenly inside you. You lose count, if you ever had count to begin with. They knot you over and over again, make you come over and over again. On their fingers, their tongues, dragging your slick aching cunt across their thighs if that’s what you need. You lose track of time, and if they’re being honest so do they. 

Nothing exists now but this bed and their bodies. 

Nothing until it all breaks. 

Coming out of heat is always stark and sudden. Where pre-heat lasts hours, sometimes days and you can feel your body changing and adjusting to accommodate the surge of hormones, when it ends it just ends. It feels final and stark, like you’ve been doused with a bucket of cold water, and all the aches and pains in your body that the endorphin surges drowned out come back tenfold. 

You know it the minute you open your eyes, no hazy feeling in your limbs or pulsing between your thighs. This time it’s all over, and with strange clarity you realize just how fucked you are. 

“Fuck,” You breathe softly, remembering every detail from the past few days and how stripped down and bare you were in front of two men that not only are you not involved with, you work with. 

A small groan to your side brings you out of your thoughts as Yunho wakes and registers your soft curse, “Shh, shh,” he hums, “I’m right here,” 

“Oh,” You open your mouth to tell him it’s over, but his hand is already pushing between your thighs. 

He pushes himself up onto his side, his hair messy and eyes bleary, “There we go,” he murmurs, hoarse and low as his fingers find your clit. 

The overstimulation is immediate and you hiss, pulling back with your hips, “Ah, ah, no,” 

His fingers raise, “Does that hurt?” 

“Yeah,” You manage, “Yunho, I’m,” 

“That’s okay,” He swiftly cuts off your words, still sunken into his soothing alpha tone, “I won’t hurt you, jagi,” 

“I know,” You manage, looking for the right words to tell him he doesn’t need to do anything more, but he smoothly finds your entrance with his fingers, still wet with leftover slick and cum, and pushes two inside you. He’s slow and deliberate, watching your face for any discomfort, and even though it burns a little it’s also a dizzying pressure that leaves you moaning softly in his arms. 

He drops his lips to your shoulder as he rhythmically pumps his hand and he sighs hot against your skin, “There’s my girl,” 

His girl. Your heat addled brain had been desperate and aching for it, ready to make them both your alphas for life in the thick of your delirium, but this… this would just be sex. It feels suddenly dishonest, uncomfortable and wrong. They had offered to help with your heat, but that part of whatever your relationship with them is, is now over. 

“Yunho,” You stutter out, and he hums, mistaking your sounds for pleasured whimpers. You blink hard and steel yourself, “Yunho, stop, please,” 

His fingers push forwards and then stop immediately and he adjusts quickly, pulling them out and turning to look up at you in the bed, “What’s wrong?”  

“Can I have that sheet?” You nod towards your legs where the sheet tangles up around your legs and he fishes it up immediately. Once it’s tucked around you, you feel a little better about meeting his eyes, “I’m sorry,” 

“Why?” He shuffles closer, wrapping an arm around you and you hear Mingi starting to stir to your other side, “Did I hurt you?” 

“No,” You assure him, “but it’s done,” 

“Done?” His eyebrows knit together and you remember he’s never done this before. 

“My heat broke over night,” You explain softly, “you don’t need to do anything else,” 

“Oh,” He blinks, “just like that?” 

“Mhm,” The intimacy of his arms around you feels so, so right, but you also know it’s part of this manufactured moment. You wouldn’t be here in bed with them both if it weren’t for a biological imperative that you can’t control by yourself, and a rational voice in the back of your brain is telling you to cut and run before this gets messier. 

“Are you okay?” He whispers. 

“I’m fine,” You nod, “a little sore.” 

“Can I get you anything?” He brushes your hair back from your cheek like a lover. 

“I think I just need,” Your voice cuts off as Mingi rolls towards you both, snuggling up to your opposite side and exhaling heavily against your hair. 

“What’s going on?” Mingi mumbles, sleep still clinging to him. 

“My heat’s over,” You rip the words off like a bandaid. 

“Shit,” He blinks, pushing himself up onto one arm, “I should have known, you smell different,” 

“Do I?” You glance between them. 

Yunho takes a deep breath, his eyes slipping closed and then he nods, “Milder,” he agrees, “chamomile and willow now, the honey is less pronounced,” 

“Give me a minute,” Mingi shakes his head, as if he’s willing sleep to stop clinging onto him, “I’ll get up and get you what you need,” 

“I’m fine,” You reiterate, and that’s mostly true, except for the thumping anxiety in your chest and the fact you’re desperate to not be naked in bed anymore. 

Mingi rolls his eyes, “You’re stubborn, I know you’re probably aching like hell,” 

“I really just need a shower,” You shake your head, “and then I can get out of your way,” 

“That’s not a great idea,” Mingi shakes his head, “you shouldn’t try and rush the comedown,” 

“Take it easy,” Yunho agrees, “there’s no work today anyways. Just relax, and I can drive you home this afternoon if that’s what you want,” 

What you want is to run. Your chest feels tight, and you’re so aware of their hands on you. Your brain gets stuck like a record skipping again and again, Yunho saying clearly that he can take you home. 

“If you need a couple more days,” Mingi jumps in and offers, “you should take them, I know this was a hard one,” 

“Really,” You need to move, so you start to sit up, “I’m okay,” 

You shimmy forwards and wrap the sheet around yourself as you slide out of Mingi’s bed. It’s not graceful and you’ve probably just flashed more skin than you want to, despite all the parts of you they’ve seen and touched the past few days, but you make it up to your feet. Pretty much immediately you feel like you might faint. 

“Whoa,” Mingi rolls out of bed fast, hands out and ready, “you okay?” 

“I’m good,” You brush him off, taking a step backwards, “just a little headrush.” 

Yunho looks nervous, watching you intently as he locates a pair of his sweats and pulls them on, “I think you should slow down, you’ve been here for days, what’s a few more hours?” 

You ignore him, “Do you mind if I use the shower?” 

Mingi’s lips press together hard in a line and you can tell he’s confused and not exactly happy with you, but he nods anyway. 

“Great,” You gather the end of the sheet so you can walk and then push yourself into the bathroom. Blissfully, they don’t follow you. 

Moving quickly you get the hot water going and lay out some towels, and while you wait for the temperature to adjust you collapse against the counter and take a deep inhale. Their apartment feels suddenly claustrophobic. You had really liked them, a tiny piece of you even day dreamed about dating Yunho when you first started. You shake those thoughts away and pull yourself into the warm spray, leaning hard against the tile wall. A flickering memory, Yunho holding you against his chest, Mingi cupping your cheek as they carried you out of the shower and back into bed. They took such good care of you, you can hardly believe they’re real. 

You shower until the water starts to run tepid, until you’re out of time again and need to go look them in the eyes. While you washed your skin again and again you thought about it all. Your stomach flips with nervousness, the idea of seeing them with your head clear alone making your palms clammy. 

The bedroom is empty when you get back, sheets stripped off the bed and piled high in the corner, the widow behind it pushed up and open. Your stomach twists painfully at the sight. They’re already airing out the nest and it makes you feel suddenly empty. You need to get home, wrap yourself in a tight cocoon of blankets and try not to think about what work tomorrow is going to look like. 

You dress quickly, pulling on your last pair of clean underwear and leggings, avoiding the sudden urge to wear Mingi’s hoodie again, and instead slip back into your sweater. You braid your wet hair back, pack up your things, and quietly order yourself an Uber. In ten minutes, you’ll be gone. 

You’ll have to see them one more time before you go, your stomach fluttering with sudden anxiety, but you brace yourself and head down the hall. 

“Um,” You clear your throat softly as you step into the living room, “hey,” 

“Hey,” Yunho smiles wide, “feeling okay?” 

“I’m good,” You assure him, watching as they both get to their feet, “but I really should get going,” you say it, but your stomach twists at the idea.

“Already?” Mingi says. 

“I can’t steal more of your time,” You adjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder, “I really can’t thank you both enough for helping me out of the office the other night… and, you know, everything else,” your cheeks heat with blush. 

“You don’t have to thank us,” Mingi steps towards you, as if to reach for you, but he stops himself. 

“Right,” You glance down at your phone, your car now six minutes away. 

“Let me drive you home,” Yunho reaches for his keys on the island. 

“No, no,” You wave him off, “I already have a ride,” 

“Oh,” He lets his hand fall away from his keys. 

A beat of silence stretches between you all and you swallow, “I’m sorry, this is awkward isn’t it?”

“It shouldn’t be,” Mingi says with ease, “we just spent four days naked and locked in a room together,” 

His blunt honesty makes you laugh and you clap a hand over your mouth, “Oh god, we did, didn’t we?” 

“Yeah,” Mingi smiles, “I don’t think we need to be shy now,” 

Your shoulders relax, the air clearing, “Everything just felt like a lot, but you’re right,” 

Mingi shakes his head, reaching for you without asking and pulling you into his chest, “Just because you’re not in heat anymore doesn’t mean we’re strangers now,” 

“I know,” You let his familiar warmth relax your body further. 

“So, let me ask again,” His hand smooths up and down your back, “how are you feeling?” 

The word ‘fine’ sits on your tongue but you bite it back and choose honesty instead, “Overwhelmed,” 

“I thought so,” He hums, “cancel your car,” 

“What?” You pull back slightly in his arms. 

“You can’t just run away the second we’re not having sex,” He calls you out so easily it flusters you and you duck your head into his chest, “we need to talk, and you need to sit down and rest. And I know you’re hurting, so just take a breath,” 

You nod into him and then lift up your phone, “Okay,” 

You feel it lift out of your hands and you don’t hesitate, you wrap your arms around his back and grip him tight, soaking up his warmth and the steadiness of his breath. 

“Yunho,” Mingi murmurs, his voice low and soft, “can you make some tea?” 

“Got it,” Yunho says softly. 

You don’t know why you suddenly feel like crying, but you do. The body remembers trauma, but it remembers tenderness too. His arms feel right, even without the needy cloying of your primal brain, his body so warm and so steady that it cracks your emotions wide open. 

At your first, sharp intake of breath, sounding wet and locked up with tears, Mingi moves. He scoops you up with ease, settling you both back down on the couch and tucking you into his broad chest, “Shh, shh,” he soothes, “I’m right here,” 

“I don’t know why I’m crying,” You hide your face in his shirt with a sob. 

“That’s okay,” He nods. 

“This is so embarrassing,” Your voice is strained and thick with tears. 

“Why?” He tuts, “You cry if you need to cry,” 

“Hey,” Yunho sounds worried immediately as he comes back into the room, “what’s going on, what’s wrong?” 

You sniffle and shake your head into Mingi’s shoulder, your head feeling floaty as you try to focus on getting your blurry emotions under control. 

“This is normal,” Mingi says to Yunho, his voice even and low, “just like how flattened out you feel after a rut. It’s a lot of hormones, a lot of emotions, that’s why I wanted her to stay. She shouldn’t be alone just yet, and it’s an alphas job to help ground their omega,” 

“I didn’t realize,” Yunho murmurs, and you feel the weight of the couch shift as he sits down with you both. 

“Nobody explains,” Mingi shakes his head as he strokes your back, “all they teach you in Secondary Gender Presentations is knotting and pups, but there’s a lot more than that,” 

Hot emotion courses through you, and you sob again, “Mingi,” 

“Come here,” He pushes your arms a little, prompting you to wrap them around his neck and burrow closer, “You can feel me, right? I’m holding you, I’m right here,” 

“Mhm,” You exhale, shaky and broken. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” He soothes you, “okay, omega? I’m not leaving, Yunho and I are not leaving you.” 

You didn’t even know that’s what you needed, but his words soothe you instantly, the hammering panic of your heart settling slower and slower in your chest. 

Mingi clears his throat softly and readdresses Yunho, “She needs to know she’s not alone, especially after a heat that intense. It hits some people really hard, my ex used to be inconsolable after,” 

“Jesus,” Yunho murmurs, “I’m really fucking glad you’ve done this before,” 

Mingi’s chest jerks as he huffs out a laugh, “There’s a lot more to it, isn’t there?” 

Yunho makes a small noise of acknowledgement and slowly you start to feel your emotions level out. 

“M-Mingi?” You murmur wetly into his neck. 

“Yeah?” He squeezes you. 

“Thank you,” You sigh. 

“Mhm,” he soothes, “are you still feeling overwhelmed?” 

While your tears have subsided, bubbling anxiety still crawls under your skin and you nod against him. 

“Are you afraid?” He murmurs, picking up on your trembling hands. 

“I don’t know why,” You wish you could articulate it, reach deep down inside yourself and pull free this thread of niggling panic to get to the root of it, but you simply can’t. 

“That’s okay,” He assures you, “how about you let me take care of things, hmm?” 

“What things?” 

“Today,” He explains, “I know you’re stressed and I know you want to go home, but right now I think we should all stick together a little longer. Would that be okay with you?” 

“Yeah,” You breathe. 

“Good,” Mingi murmurs, “y/n, can Yunho hold you for a little while? I need a few minutes,” 

You unwind yourself from him and nod, sitting back so you can see his face. He smiles softly, wiping away your tears with his warm, broad hand. A little piece of you wants to kiss him, settle your fluttering heart once and for all, but it’s probably just the lingering pull from your heat so you push it aside. 

Yunho shifts on the couch and positions himself next to Mingi properly, “Hey,”

“Hey,” You smile, sliding off Mingi’s lap and into his, “are you doing okay?” 

“Me?” Yunho’s brow raises, “I’m fine,”

“I’ll be right back,” Mingi murmurs, brushing a hand along your hair, and you watch as he disappears into the kitchen. 

“Don’t be worried about me,” Yunho says, bringing your eyes back to him. 

“You’ve been quiet,” You tell him, “I just… I’m really trying not to fuck everything up just because I couldn’t afford my stupid suppressants,” 

His face screws up in confusion, “Fuck what up?” 

“Our… friendship,” You manage, “and the studio, and everything,” 

Nervous panic strikes through you again and you take a deep breath, closing your hands into tight fists and focusing on the pin pricks of pain in your palm as your nails dig in. 

“y/n,” Yunho shakes his head, “not a chance.” 

“You say that, but I know how these things go,” 

“Why?” He brushes you off with an easy smile, “You think just because I saw you naked I’m going to fall in love with you or something? It doesn’t really work like that,” 

Blush flushes your cheeks, “Please, don’t,” 

“Fall in love with you?” He clarifies, still smiling. 

“Yunho,” 

“Why can’t you fall in love with me in this scenario?” He nudges you, trying to make you laugh and break the tense knot that’s been here since you woke up, “I selflessly took off work to have copious amounts of hot, hot sex with you. I made you food, cuddled you all night, basically gave you a sponge bath,” 

Your hands relax. “You did not give me a sponge bath, Yunho,” You roll your eyes, “god, you’re annoying,” 

“Annoyingly lovable,” He clarifies. 

“Fine,” You nod, “annoyingly lovable, but I’m not going to fall in love with you.” 

“Then I guess we’re good then,” He assures you. 

“And work won’t be weird?” You check. 

“Work won’t be weird,” He shakes his head, “is that what you’re worried about?” 

“I guess,” You press a hand over your chest, the nervous flutter of your heart still there, “I just… I love this job. I’m finally getting what I want, and I’m making friends, and I have a mentor,” 

“Am I your mentor?” He interrupts, eyes widening a little. 

“Shut up,” You dismiss him, “you know how much help you’ve been to me,” 

“Mentor,” He smiles, looking a little elated. 

“Yunho,” You sigh and he clicks back in to your words, “what I’m trying to say is that… sex complicates a workplace, especially heat sex. I don’t want this to…. Fuck, I don’t know what I’m trying to say,” 

Yunho catches your fluttering hand in one of his and cups your cheek with his other, “Sex can just be sex.” 

“Can it?” You chew the inside of your lip, “For us, can it?” 

“If that’s what,” He starts to say. 

“Okay,” Mingi returns with an armful of goodies and a warm smile, “I’ve decided it’s a Netflix and nap day,” 

“Wait, hang on,” Yunho shakes his head, getting you to face him again, “listen to me. You’re afraid that spending your heat with us is going to change things, affect our relationship and make work different.” You nod a little and he smiles, “I can’t tell you everything will be exactly the same because honestly, we just are closer now. It was intimate, and I don’t know about you but I feel closer to you, but that doesn’t mean it changes our friendship or fucks up our ability to work together. It means whatever we want it to mean,” 

Mingi drops the blankets and pillows in his arms and steps closer, “Yunho’s right, y/n,” he murmurs, “we’re adults, this isn’t going to ruin anything if we don’t let it.” 

“Friends, then?” You glance between them, “Sex can just be sex, like you said?” 

Yunho swallows hard and then nods. 

“Friends,” Mingi says. 

The panic in your chest starts to recede. “So, we’re okay?” You ask finally. 

“We’re okay,” Yunho nods, “we’re perfectly okay.” 

“We’re okay,” Mingi agrees. 

You nod, exhaling a long breath, “So,” You nod towards the steaming cup on the coffee table, “is that tea for me?” 

“Yeah,” Yunho gives you a soft squeeze, “here,” he shifts you off his lap and passes you the warm mug. 

“You really don’t mind if I stay a little longer?” You check. 

Yunho shakes his head immediately, “I would like it if you did,” 

“Okay,” You sigh, the knot inside you finally gone. 

“Great,” Mingi goes back to his project, “just hang on one sec,” 

You watch as he reaches inside the front lip of the side of the couch you’re not sitting on for a handle and then he pulls, the couch opening up and producing two more large sections of cushion that turns that half into almost a bed. 

“You do a lot of napping?” You tease him. 

“Ha, ha,” He shakes his head as he tosses out some blankets and pillows, “we have guests sometimes,” 

“Ah,” You nod. 

He disappears for another moment and when he returns he’s well equipped once again. He waves you over, “Okay,” he says, “tuck in, get cozy. I’ve got some pain killers for you, water, and snacks. I figured we could just hang out, watch something dumb on TV and then if you feel better later or like you want to head home, we’ll take you then.” 

You want to kiss him again, and when Yunho smooths a hand down your back and smiles brightly at you, you want to kiss him too. Whatever that means is too complicated to think about for the moment, so you don’t. 

When it’s all said and done, you’re sandwiched between them on the pull out, tucked under Yunho’s arm and falling into absolute hysterical laughter at the reality show Mingi threw on. He called it a guilty pleasure with a shrug despite your teasing, and fifteen minutes into the first episode you and Yunho both are ashamed to say you’re hooked. 

You can feel sloshing waves of emotion inside you as you let yourself relax, but their proximity keeps you calm and collected. It’s sometime after lunch when you finally take the opportunity to ask Yunho again, Mingi thankfully asleep to your left side. 

You prod his leg gently under the covers, “Hey,” 

“Hmm?” He glances down at you. 

“How are you doing?” You ask softly, prodding him again. 

“I’m fine,” His brows knit together in confusion, “why wouldn’t I be fine?” 

Using his chest for leverage you shift off him, turning towards him eye to eye now so you can actually have a conversation with him. “You still seem kind of quiet,” You explain, “and you’ve both been so fixated on me and what I need, but I’m just checking in. It was your first time going through someone’s heat, so, I don’t know what that’s like for you,” 

Your mind flicks back to the moment you begged him to claim you, desperate and clinging to him, the way his eyes blew wide with wanting and he almost, almost succumbed. His whisper on your throat as he held himself to his promise - Not like this, sweetheart, never like this. 

He hesitates, and quietly under the blankets you move your hand into his. 

“Yunho,” You prompt him, “it’s okay to tell me,” 

“I mean,” He studies your face and then sighs, “I am fine, really, I am, but do feel different.” 

“Different how?” You murmur. 

“Clingy, still?” He offers, but you can tell he doesn’t really know what to make of his own emotions, “When you said you were leaving I felt sick,” 

“Me too,” You nod, “but it makes sense,” 

“Does it?” 

You shift closer, your legs leaning on his now, “Mingi’s right, we spent four days locked in a room together. All we did was be intimate and share emotions…”

“Then why did you want to leave so quickly?” He asks, no judgment in his voice at all. 

“Yunho,” You smile, “I don’t know if you’ve picked up on it or not, but I’m not the best at sharing. Or admitting I need help.” 

“So you were running,” 

“I guess,” You nod, “I was just embarrassed and then before I knew it I had one foot out the door,” 

“I don’t want you to feel embarrassed about this,” He shakes his head, sliding his hand up your arm, “I don’t like that.” 

You sigh, “I know, but the idea of being back in the studio after this? I mean I’ve worked with you for what, two months? We really barely know each other, I’m the new girl. How am I not supposed to worry about us being too familiar after this?” 

“So we’ll be familiar,” He presses, “I promise, it really is okay. Mingi and I are not going to treat you any differently where the work is concerned, but we can be friends.” 

“Friends,” You repeat the sentiment with a nod, “you’re right, and these feelings will fade,” 

“Feelings?” He says softly. 

“Like Mingi said,” You tell him, “it keeps coming in waves, but the consistent thing is that I don’t want to be apart yet, even not touching feels wrong.”

“Exactly,” He nods enthusiastically, “every time you get up to pee I feel like I should follow you and guard the door it’s kind of ridiculous,” 

Laughter bubbles out of you and you cover your mouth, glancing over at a still sleeping Mingi, “The protective alpha instincts are really no joke, I guess,” 

“Mm,” He smiles, “Mingi has a handle on it, it was just so much more than I expected it to be,” 

“How long were he and his ex together?” You ask. 

“Two-ish years?” He says, “So yeah, he has a good handle on himself.” 

“Do you think he feels the same way as you do?” Your eyes dart back over to Mingi’s fully peaceful face as he sleeps. 

“Probably,” Yunho shrugs, “but he’s very good at only letting people see what he wants them to see,” 

“I’m getting that,” You murmur. 

There’s a long beat between you and finally you twist back to look at him, “I know it’s just the hormones,” you tell him, “but can we cuddle?” 

“Sure,” He scoots down on the couch, gathering you close, your head now resting on the crook of his arm, “This okay?” 

“Perfect,” 

Now that you’re not looking at him, the next thing you say feels so much easier, “I have to thank you for what you did,” you smile, “or didn’t do, I guess,” 

He’s quiet for a moment and then, “I almost did though,”

“I know,” You remember the sensation of his teeth dragging along your throat, “but you stopped,” 

“I didn’t realize how right it would feel in the moment,” He says softly, “and I just wanted to make you stop hurting,” 

You pat across his chest until you find his hand and you lace your fingers together, “You did,” you fight the urge to kiss him, “and for what it’s worth, Mingi was right. I don’t think I could have gotten through this at home by myself, I’ve never had a heat this hard,” 

“Now I’m really glad we brought you home,” 

“Mm,” You nod, “I don’t know what I would have done,” 

He hugs you a little more tightly, “I keep meaning to ask you something,” 

“Anything,” You shift to look up at him. 

“Suppressants,” He says, “when will insurance cover the ones you need?” 

“Nineteen days,” You recite, “nearly there.” 

“You’ll be alright until then?” He asks. 

“Should be,” You nod, “I’ll have time to onboard before my next heat so everything should be much more manageable,” 

“Good,” He brushes a hand along your hair and then settles it high on your back. 

You expect him to offer, to indicate a next time, but he doesn’t. Something distant in your gut twists and the thought that maybe this really is a one-time thing. You know it should be, you work too closely together to muddle it all up with all these emotions, especially when you can barely tell now if it’s your biological need for an alpha or if you really do just like them. But the thought of leaving and never being held by them like this again hurts a little, more than you thought that it would. 

When Mingi wakes a little later you all stay cuddled up a little longer. You eat dinner together and by the end of the meal, you’re all sitting a few feet apart. You still want to be here with them, but the desperate pull to touch them has faded almost completely by the time you’re done with your spicy noodles. 

The drive back to your apartment is quiet, and you’ve been away from work and insulated with them for so many days that you feel distantly like it’s the last day of summer and the night before school. You want to stretch out the seconds, avoid getting out of this car and going to bed at all costs, you know once you do life will be back to normal. Four days with them made you yearn a little for something more than normal. 

“Well,” You clear your throat softly and pull your bag up from the passenger side floor, “I guess that’s it,” 

“Take tomorrow,” Yunho says, twisting to the side from the driver’s seat to face you, “we’ll go back to work and you take one more day.” 

“Okay,” You nod, knowing that it’s the smartest way to not seem obvious about sharing your heat with them. 

“We had the flu,” Mingi offers, “and it’s just weird timing.” 

“Weird timing,” You nod, “okay,” 

“What will you tell your roommates?” Yunho asks. 

“I’ll think of something,” 

Your legs feel like lead as you swing open the door and start to climb out of their car. 

“You sure you’re alright?” Yunho leans over to catch your eyes. 

“Mhm,” You nod, but suddenly you don’t really trust your voice. 

“If you need anything,” Mingi says, practically hanging over the passenger seat from the back to see you too, “tonight, tomorrow, whatever,” 

“I know,” You manage, “I’m okay,” 

Mingi opens his mouth and closes it again. His hand tightens on the seat. You drag yourself back a few steps and nod, “Drive safe,” It feels like the stupidest, most empty thing to say after everything. 

Yunho smiles softly, “Always do,” 

“Good night,”

“Night,” Mingi says softly. 

“Night,” Yunho leans back in the driver’s seat again, returning his hands to the wheel. 

It’s time. You hate it.

You push the door shut, offering a wave, and you force your legs to move as you turn around and trudge up to the apartment building ahead. A nervous bubble blooms in your throat. You want to turn around, but you don’t. The steady sound of the car still idling behind you doesn’t change. When you make it inside, your apartment is blissfully quiet and you tuck yourself away in your room fast before anyone can come and check up on you. 

You want to go back, but you focus hard and try to shake it off. 

With a deep breath, you allow yourself one tiny moment of weakness and you pull your bedroom curtain aside. Their car is gone, not even the blue glow of their headlights left on the street ahead. They’re gone, and you’re alone again. You don’t even bother to take off the clothes you were wearing, you collapse into your bed and bite back the sudden rush of tears. 

All you can smell is stale lavender, and suddenly you wish more than anything for a thunderstorm. 

the universe is a bitch (S.MG)

pairing : non-idol!mingi x fem!reader

genre : time travel au, crack, fluffy yunho :(, mingi's a douche

warnings : not really, sfw

a/n : it’s a repost :(

i woke up with a jolt, beads of sweat trickling down my face as my laboured breathing returned to normal. i pat my chest a couple of times before i huff out, trying to take in my surroundings. everything else was pitch black, aside from the crack of light pouring into the room from a door that was slightly ajar to my right. i tried to recollect what had happened in my dream, or what even happened before i went to sleep, but i just couldn't seem to grasp anything.

i got up, pulling back the covers as i steadily set my feet on the ground. the silence in the room was very prominent, but as soon as i took one step forward towards the door, i fell. down into some deep, dark void as i let out a silent scream.

down.

down.

down.

thud.

"son of a bitch!" i groaned, rubbing my hip as i hissed out loud, the aching pain in my lower back growing as i tried to stand up. a shock of pain shot through my spine, making me whine.

"i can't walk like this, fuck" i whispered to myself, trying to decipher where i was now.

suddenly, blaring, white lights filled the entire room, revealing where i was standing.

"oh you've got to be fucking kidding me." i mumbled.

numerous urinals were to the left of me, a few stalls to the right, and a rather large but sleek-looking sink beside the urinals. i was glued to the spot when i heard someone attempt to whistle from outside the door, and right when the person came in, i slid into a stall, locking myself in.

the man continued to work on his whistle as i tried to keep myself silent, pressing the palm of my hand to my mouth to stop any noise from escaping. once i heard the zipping of his pants, i sighed out, but froze when i got a little too loud.

"please tell me you didn't hear my god awful whistling, man." the man spoke up, and my mind went completely blank.

"u-uh, it's fine, man. it wasn't bad." i spoke out, trying my best to hit my lowest, most manliest register.

"really? thanks, dude!" the man sounded joyful, and when i thought it was safe, i unlocked the door to the stall, ignoring the pain in my back as i stepped out quietly before letting out a loud sigh, gripping my chest.

"oh shit, i forgot i left my-"

my eyes widened when i saw the man come back into the washroom, and we both stood there in shock, not knowing what to do.

it seemed that both of our first instincts were to scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I DON'T KNOW HOW I GOT HERE!"

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW HOW YOU GOT HERE?!"

"I'M BEING SERIOUS I JUST WOKE UP AND I WAS HERE!"

"OK LET'S JUST GET OUT OF THE WASHROOM AND FIGURE THIS OUT.”

we both quieted down, the guy warily staring at me as we both walked out the door. gladly, there were barely any people around, and the place seemed like it was just a simple coffee shop, but the one employee working behind the counter looked at us weirdly before returning to whatever she was doing.

"come sit." the man said, gesturing towards a small table with two seats. i then noticed his blonde hair, noting it down. just for precautions.

"so, do you remember anything before you...well, ended up... there?" he asked, trying to avoid mentioning the embarrassing place he found me sneaking out of. i shook my head before speaking up.

"mmm, no. all i remember was pitch black. nothing else, really." i told him, and he nodded, trying to decipher what had happened to me.

"well, do you have any recollection of anything happening before? maybe being drugged, or knocked out?" the man asked again, and i shook my head no.

he then hums, scratching his chin lightly as he purses his lips together, his eyebrows drawing in together as he was deep in thought. he gently chewed on his lip as i twiddled my thumbs and looked around, trying to take in the small little cafe we were in. the scent of espresso filled my senses, making me feel a bit more cosy inside. the low hum of the radio music playing in the background as two cafe workers rushed left and right to prepare orders created some kind of ambience that i slowly found myself nodding off to, before the guy in front of me snapped his fingers and started asking me questions.

as the guy kept interrogating me, i noticed a peculiar figure out of the corner of my eye. they were wearing some kind of necklace that was vaguely familiar to me.

i looked away from the guy to get a better look of them, trying to pinpoint where i saw that necklace before, until i saw a pair of yellow, doe-like eyes glaring at me. i gasped, looking away immediately and focusing on the guy in front of me again, making him ask me if i'm okay.

"yeah, it's fine. i just saw...a puppy. yeah, i REALLY love puppies" he didn't seem convinced with my answer, but he shrugged anyway.

"hey, what's your name?" he asks, catching me off guard.

"why?"

"because that way we can go to the police station and see if your name is on the missing list."

"it's...y/n. y/n l/n." i said, looking down at my still twiddling thumbs, making him hum.

"i'm yunho, in case you wanted to know." yunho gave me a crooked smile, and i smiled back at him, looking off to the side only to notice that the person was gone.

after a few more minutes, yunho and i decided to get up and head towards the exit of the cafe to go to the police station. right when i was about to reach for the door, i felt a cold, frigid hand yank me away.

"OW! LET ME GO!" i exclaimed, but their grip was too hard. my vision was slowly going blurry as i felt my consciousness fading away, making me feel like i'm dropping into another endless hole.

••••

"hey. hey! HEY! WAKE UP!" i felt a hand slapping my cheek, and i groaned, rubbing the aching side of my face as i blinked slowly. i see a guy towering above me, maybe the same age as me or a year younger. i immediately tried to scoot away, looking around me to get a clue of where i was at.

everything around me was covered in a purple satin blanket, little strings of jewels hanging from the ceiling here and there, giving the room a more majestic and eerie feel to it. in the middle of the room there was a circle of curtains that seemed to drape around something.

"felix, bring her here." i hear a feminine voice call out, and the boy then comes up to me, lifting me by the arm and walking me over to the circle of curtains. he pulls back the curtains to reveal a woman with a purple cloak hiding her face. she was sitting at a table with a couple of cards laid out in front of her, and she slowly lifted her finger, beckoning for me to come closer.

"wh-who are you? why did you bring me here? where am i?" a string of questions left me as the boy brought a chair for me to sit in.

"sit, y/n." the woman says.

“how-"

"just sit." she sighs, pulling back the hood of her cloak to reveal herself.

she looked familiar, as if i was close to her before. but who was she?

"im nayeon." she says, holding out her hand for me to shake, and i hesitantly take it, her hand gripping my own rather comfortingly as i nervously smiled at her.

"you may not remember me, but i remember you. i remember you and your many lives, personas, and deaths. and somehow, they all seem to follow a pattern.”

"wh-"

"don't ask questions." nayeon snaps, making me shut up once more. "now, let's get started."

nayeon reaches under the table to pull out a crystal ball, purple and golden fog swirling around inside as she dusts it off a bit. i rolled my eyes and leaned back as i crossed my arms over my chest.

"are you serious? you kidnapped me just for a fucking fortune-telling session?" i scoffed. “i swear, i'm gonna wreck this place-"

"shhh!" nayeon silences me, and she starts to move her hands around in a floating manner, the fog starting to swirl around more rapidly as i notice a face starting to form in the glass ball.

he had dyed his hair a distinct colour of dirty blonde. strands of the coloured hair were falling over his forehead and reaching his eyes. the guy looked out into the distance, gold framed glasses perched atop his sharp nose while his lush lips were turned up in a soft smile. i noticed a small mole on the apple of his cheek, making this guy's breathtaking beauty even more ethereal with the way the mole seemed to add on to his youthful appearance and the childlike twinkle in his eyes.

"who is he?" i asked, leaning in slightly to get a better look at him.

"your soulmate."

"WHAT.”

i get that the man is gorgeous, but i don't think i could be his soulmate? i don't wanna have that pick me moment, but if we had a kid, it would come out looking lowkey weird. plus, where could i even find the guy?

"look at the guy's surroundings." nayeon spoke up, catching me off guard.

"wh-"

"i can read your thoughts, finally.” nayeon mumbles the last bit, as if she was dying to hear my thoughts. "now look." nayeon waves her hand, nodding towards the crystal ball. i peer into it and just see a couple of birds flying by, nothing more.

"there's just a couple of birds." i whined, growing frustrated at what i was supposed to do, but in that moment, an oddly familiar head of blond caught my eye. i gaped at the ball to see it reveal the very man i bumped into today.

the guy who saw me in the men's toilet.

"HIM?!" i yell out, jolting up, trying to remember his name. i know it starts with a y, but i couldn't quite pinpoint it.

"you know him?" nayeon asks, curiosity getting the best of her as her helper boy intervenes.

"yeah, i saw her with that guy when i took her," he says, scratching his elbow as he walks forward, peering into the crystal ball. "well, you have your lead to find the guy." nayeon states simply as i gawk at the y guy.

"i’m supposed to find him?!" i asked, slowly turning away from the crystal ball. "why can't we just...let fate bring us together?" i ask, and nayeon pinches her nose as she lets out a sigh.

"that's how you perceive it, but this is what fortune tellers are actually for. the universe or fate doesn't simply bring your soulmate to you. you have to search for them. and that can only be done with the crystal ball.” nayeon sighs, gesturing towards the ball in front of me.

"without the crystal ball, you will mistake someone else as your ‘soulmate' because they share the same interests or likes as you. it doesn't matter whether you both like the same thing. it's more how you both turn out in the future and how compatible you are. you both can start off as complete enemies, hating each other to the point you'd kill him, but that's the whole point. it's an arc. the more you get to know him, the more the aura of love around you both grows stronger.” nayeon explained as i grew engrossed in her words.

"you have to search for your soulmate. fate tries to pry you guys apart. it knows that soulmates, when together with a strong bond, are too powerful. powerful enough to write their own destiny.”

••••

“i can’t believe i’m doing this.” i sigh, entering the police station only to see the blond guy with his head in his hands, crouched over on a bench to my right. sighing, i walk over to him and tap his shoulder, making him snap up. his eyes then widened.

“oh my god, you’re alright! you’re alright?! they let you go?!” he asked me question after question as i just stood there, waiting for him to stop. “they didn’t treat you badly, did they? did they hurt you? are you hurt? did you sneak away from them or did they willingly let you go? who-” i turned to him and stared into his eyes, making him shut up.

“i’m alright. now let’s go.”

“not so fast, you two.” someone called out, making me turn towards them, and my eyes widened.

“oh, fuck he’s even more gorgeous in person.” i mumbled under my breath, gawking at the very man i saw in that damn crystal ball, this time in a very attractive police officer uniform. jolts of small shocks coursed through my body as i stared at him, making my flinch slightly.

“you don’t need to worry about him, he’s just my friend. he won’t do anything to you as long as you have me.” yunho whispers to me, as if that was going to comfort and soothe my screeching brain cells in panic mode.

my very hot soulmate walks over to the both of us, his hands shoved into his pockets as his eyes scan over me in a suspicious manner. the entire time, my brain just shut down, unable to function as i just simply stared at him.

“who’s this?” the guy asks, nodding towards me. “i found her in the men’s washroom. says that she doesn’t even know how she got there.” the blond guy beside me explains, making the gorgeous man squint his eyes.

“so you just believed her? you didn’t think about whether she was lying or anything? if she might be a part of something serious?” the guy sneers. why do gorgeous guys always end up being assholes?

“yunho, you were trained to do this kinda shit. you’re a detective, for fucks sake.” the guy pinches the bridge of his nose, making yunho look down at his shoes like a misbehaved child. that’s when my brain started functioning again.

“if it helps, i have no recollection of what happened to me before today.” the guy turns his sneering gaze to me, and i instantly have the instinct to shrink in. man, why does he look like some kind of bully? “and what’s that supposed to help with?” the guy asks as yunho intervenes.

“mingi, she’s been through enough stuff today, give her a break.” mingi just sends me a scrutinising look before walking away before yunho turns to me.

“i’m so sorry, he’s usually really friendly. he’s probably just in a bad mood today.” yunho rubs my shoulder as i just shake my head. “it’s alright.” i tell him, sending him a small smile. “well, in the meantime, you can just tell me what happened, ever since you woke up…there.” yunho tells me, smiling down at me.

“so, do you have any kind of place to stay at? do you even live around here?” yunho asks as we leave the station, walking over towards his black car. i shake my head no, making him chew on his lip for a bit. “i can get you to stay at a motel, but i don’t know how long you’re going to be around for…” yunho trails off, staring off into space. one could quite literally see the gears going off in his head, trying to think up of a solution.

after a few minutes, yunho sighs out disappointedly, scratching his neck.

“then our only solution is for you to stay with us.” he dejectedly tells me, his shoulders slouched over as i look at him in confusion. “you live with someone?” he nods, giving me a regretful look.

“i live with mingi.”

fuck.

••••

“I DON’T CARE.” mingi yells, making me flinch.

i look down at my fingers, picking at the skin around it as i slouch. mingi and yunho are in the other room, and—surprise, surprise—mingi wasn’t particularly ecstatic about me staying at their house for the time being.

“try to look at it in a different perspective, mingi. she doesn’t even know what happened to her before i found her there. none! zero! you don’t have to worry about her at all!” yunho tries to reason with him, but mingi doesn’t seem to be fazed. the two friends continue bickering as i just lie down on yunho’s bed.

“this is our home.” yunho sends me a crooked smile as i step in, taking in the modernness of it. the place seemed pretty clean and organised. to my right, i saw their kitchen, which just had an empty plate lying on the counter, untouched from what i assumed in the morning.

“how come you’re not at work today? you have a day off?” yunho nods. “yup. also feel free to make yourself feel at home. you can have my room to sleep in for the time being, i’ll be alright.” yunho lets me know, and before i could reject, yunho goes into another room, leaving me alone to explore the place and get myself used to it.

“this is the problem with you, yunho. you’re too fucking naive when it comes to this shit!” mingi raises his voice once again, making me groan quietly as i try to drown their fight out with a pillow. but to no avail, i still could hear their argument. “what problem, huh? i’m not naive, for fucks sake, mingi. i can tell that she’s no harm, why can’t you get that into your thick skull?” yunho spits back as i hear mingi scoff.

after a few minutes of silence, yunho walks into the room with a hurt look on his face. i pat the spot beside me, motioning for him to sit beside me. once he does, we both just sit in silence, yunho silently rubbing his face in frustration.

“you know, i can leave and find-“

“no. i don’t want you to stay at some sketchy place and have something happen to you. it’s safe if you stay here. mingi just doesn’t understand.” yunho quickly turns to me, placing his hand over mine as i bite back my words.

“just get some sleep. i’m sure mingi will come around soon.” yunho gives me a small smile as he rubs my shoulder, before getting up and heading for the door.

“where are you going to sleep?” i asked, making yunho turn around. “i’ll sleep on the couch.” i was about to protest but he was quick to reason. “i don’t want you feeling uncomfortable or anything, so it’s better if i go sleep there.”

“but i’m okay with-“

“mingi won’t be. if he sees you sleeping on the couch, he’ll give me another earful about how to treat guests.” yunho chuckles before bidding me good night and closing the door, leaving me in the room.

i lie down, sighing out as a small streak of moonlight hits my eye. i sit up once again and moved over to the window, sliding the curtains out of the way to get a clear view of the crescent moon shining in the clear night sky. as i admire the outside, my mind begins to clutter with useless thoughts, some out of pocket, and some regarding my situation. everything was everywhere. soon enough, my eyes slowly started to droop as my vision went blurry, sending me into a dreamless slumber.

••••

“uh, excuse me?” i heard someone tap my shoulder, and i groaned in response, stretching my arms out. the blaring light from the sun hits my eyes as i try to open them, making me instinctively pull the sheets over my head and whine.

“excuse me, it’s time to wake up.” the person says again, this time nudging me through the covers.

“5 more minutes…” i mumble, snuggling into my hands.

“yunho told me to wake you up before 10 so you’d at least have breakfast.” i never got up so quickly in my life. i shot up and pulled the covers off my head to see the very man that was sneering and scowling at me yesterday. this time, instead of seeing him in his police uniform, i got to see him in his casual attire, and boy, was it a sight to see.

i never knew shirts could get so big, because mingi himself was a pretty big guy, but the shirt he was wearing? it was oversized. how? don’t ask me. the shirt perfectly showed off his broad shoulders, while at the same time, draped down his well-built figure as if he was just a stick underneath. the black sweatpants he was wearing just added on to the comfortable look, and his tousled, dirty blonde hair perfectly screamed ‘boyfriend material’ to the max.

“if i was going to be rudely stared at, you should’ve at least told me to dress up.” mingi speaks up, making me snap out of my little bubble. “oh, i’m so sorry.” i apologised, and i swear i saw a tiny smile flicker upon his lips. “i made breakfast, if you eat it…” mingi lets me know before leaving the room, shutting the door.

“wow…” i sigh, brushing a hand through my hair as that mingi look starts to engrave itself in my brain. “i could never get used to that.” i mumble before getting up, changing out of the clothes yunho lent me as pyjamas.

soon, i walked into the kitchen to see mingi making himself comfortable on the couch in the living room. i look over to the small, wooden table to see a plate with 2 pieces of buttered toast. “oh, i didn’t notice you walked in.” mingi speaks up, looking over the couch. “i didn’t know if you’re allergic to anything, so i just went with buttered toast. unless you don’t like…butter?” mingi questions, making me let out a soft laugh as i brush him off.

“no, you’re alright. buttered toast is good.” i smiled, making mingi nod and look back at the tv. we both just did our own thing as the morning passed by rather quickly. we both silently just went on with our day until yunho came back home.

••••

“so?” yunho smiles, poking my shoulder. “what?” i questioned him, confused. “how’d the day go?” yunho asks, making me roll my eyes. “it went fine, nothing happened.” i told him, making yunho pout as he seemed to deflate a bit. “why? is something supposed to happen?” i asked yunho, making him open his mouth, but he’s quick to shake his head no before he extends his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side.

“mingi just seemed pretty heated about you staying with us yesterday, but i’m glad he didn’t like hold you at gunpoint or something.” yunho rubs my shoulder as i laugh, shaking my head. “no, it was nothing like that. if anything, the only thing that happened was that he kindly made breakfast for me. i tried to make lunch for him to repay him, but he said it was fine and ordered takeout.” i said, remembering our awkward conversations.

“well, that’s good to hear.” yunho smiles, looking down at me as he takes his arm away.

“yunho,” mingi opens the door, peeking in. yunho gives him a questioning look, in which mingi tilts his head in a motion to come outside. yunho’s eyes widen as he looks at me. “oh yeah! it’s movie night! wanna join us?” yunho asks. i simply shrug my shoulders, standing up at the same time yunho does, the three of us making our way to the living room.

••••

“no, nonononono. i’m done.” yunho says, getting off the couch and making his way to his room. “what? no! you’re never scared of horror movies! it’s not even a scary part!” mingi whines, throwing his hands up.

“this one just rubs me in the wrong way! if you want, you both can finish the movie. i’ll be in my room, peacefully watching something else.” yunho quickly walks to his room, shutting the door before mingi slouches, pouting.

“he’s been weird. have you noticed that?” mingi asks, pointing the remote at me. i slowly shook my head no, making mingi sigh. “of course you don’t.” he mumbles, before pressing play.

the movie continues to play. the girl desperately wheels her chair around to find the killer standing right across from her, making her freeze on the spot. i sigh, bringing my fingertips to my mouth as i bite at my nails.

“you can leave if you want, you know. i’m not forcing you to watch with me.” mingi says as he stares at the screen. “no, i’m fine with it. i actually can’t remember the last time i even watched a movie.” i brush him off, but mingi was quick to pause the movie, right when the killer was about to slash the girl’s head off.

“what?” mingi asks, looking at me. “what?” i echo his words, confused. “what did you just say?”

“i said i don’t remember the last time i watched a movie,” i slowly repeated myself. “what do you mean by that?” mingi asks, sitting more upright as he intently waits for my answer.

“i mean that i can’t remember when i last watched a movie. actually, i don’t think i remember watching any movies in my life.” i scratch my chin, making mingi’s eyes widen.

“wait, tell me how you ended up meeting yunho?”

“well, i woke up in the men’s washroom, and yunho came in. i quickly hid so he can’t see me, and the first time, he left. but when i came out, yunho came back in because he forgot his wallet.” i explained, making mingi nod.

“by any chance, did you feel a falling sensation before you found yourself in the washroom?”

i froze, my eyes going wide as i remember the aching sensation i felt in my lower hip when i woke up.

“yeah…” i whispered. mingi snapped his fingers, pointing at me again. “do you remember waking up in a strange dark room with a door that was slightly open?” mingi asked again, and the memories of the light shining through the door flashed in front of my eyes, making me nod again.

“holy shit…” mingi whispers.

“i’ve been going on about that for a while actually. come with me.” mingi gets up. i get up as well, and mingi was quick to walk over to his door.

“don’t be overwhelmed, but i’ve been doing a bit of research about this, and i’ve come to two conclusions.” mingi slowly opens the door to his room, and i was instantly welcomed with a bulletin board hanging right above the bed situated near the desk space in his room, and on that board were several articles, pictures, and sticky notes. all held together with pins and red string.

“since we have some sort of a similar experience, i feel comfortable sharing this with you. but look, i found this article about someone who randomly spawned in a battlefield. no one knew where he came from. one soldier said that he was looking in that space, and a second later, the guy just appeared. out of thin air.” mingi tells me, pointing at the article.

“another article over here says that a fortune teller was arrested for kidnapping someone. the person who reported them said that the fortune teller felt off. they felt too familiar. the fortune teller let them go and they instantly told the police. they found the guy and they found out that he was a fraud, but i don’t believe in that bullshit.” mingi rambles on, and i nod as he narrows it all down.

“so now i have two conclusions. either one, we live in a video game, or some kind of simulation, or two,

we time travelled.”

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The Trouble With Roommates

Word Count- 2000+

Genre-Smut

Pairing- Roommate!Seonghwa x F!reader

Summary-Cleaning dynamic takes an unexpected turn.

Warnings-MDNI 18+ Smut, unprotected sex (very bad, don't do it), etc. NSFW below line.

Not edited cause I wanted to put it out before I lost my nerve, hope you enjoy! (I'll edit once I come back from running away from my computer in embarassment.)

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"Y/n!!" You hear your name being called and you sigh, pulling off your headset. Should have gotten noise cancelling, you think and lean back in your chair.

"Y/n!" You hear again and the voice is coming closer. Damnit, you think, I'll have to finish this later. You'd been having writers block lately and you'd FINALLY been able to get some inspiration from a really heavy music listening session and some brainstorming.

"Whhhhaaaat?!" you yell back, then your door is being opened and you spin around to look at your roommate. Seonghwa's face is cloudy and he's frowning. Great, what did I do this time? you wonder.

He looks as irritated as you feel as he sighs and holds up some random Lego. "Did you knock this off the set I was building?" You glance and it and try to remember. "Oh yeah, sorry, I was dusting and fell over, I tried to fix it but you know better about that stuff so I left it on your desk." You say, going to turn back around in your chair.

You feel it being turned back around and he's glaring down at you. "Why were you in my room?" He asks, fuming. What the actual hell, you think. "Dude, you're the one who's all like, make sure you dust blah blah. I clean a lot and I was just doing you a favor. Why are you so mad?" You frown back at him, and wonder why he's so moody.

Seonghwa was normally a very quiet, clean, polite roommate. He only got upset at random, strange things and you could never predict it. Always something with going in his room, even though he had no issues coming into yours to clean.

Frustrated over the double standard, you huff at him. "Just...I worked hard on building this, so ...." he say. You pull your headset off and grab it from his hand, walking out of your room, making your way to his. "Fine, I'll fix it. Jeez, it's not like you can actually BREAK Legos. I've built plenty in my life. Also, I definitely didn't lose any pieces."

As you make your way into his room, he's running to catch up behind you. "Wait! No, don't, it's fine!" He says, coming in behind you. You walk over and find the setup the part belonged to and look it over.

"STOP!" He yells from right behind you, and tries to grab the Lego out of your hand. You turn around and he's right in front of you. "What is the issue? I don't know why you're so upset...you're mad at me for ruining it, so I'll fix it!" He reaches for it but ...for some reason, you're so frustrated at him, you hide it behind your back.

"What...what the fuck, Y/n, give it to me." He frowns down at you and you smirk up at him, suddenly feeling the urge to tease him. "No." You state and he's trying to reach behind you now. His arms are going around you and you're both struggling, then you turn around so you can use your body as a shield. He wraps both arms around you and is trying to get it out of your hands now and suddenly you're breathing heavier.

Was his body always this long and lean?? As he's struggling with you, you're all of a sudden aware of a very hard object pressing against your lower back. Gasping, you wiggle a bit more and it jerks. Woah....is he getting hard from this? You think, feeling even more emboldened to tease him more.

"Oh my god, stop moving. Just..." he gasps and you can't help but giggle. "Hwa....are you...?" "NO!" he yells and pushes you away. Turning to see him, you take in his panting, his red face, and the obvious bulge in his lounge pants. You raise an eyebrow at him and smirk.

"Is it me or the Legos that have you...erect?" You can't help but say and burst out laughing. His face clouds over and you think, maybe you've pushed too much. "That's it, I'm going to rip down your stupid Kpop idol wall, see how you like it!" He yells at you and he's gone in a second, moving towards your room.

No longer in the teasing mood, cause how DARE he mess with your idols, you yell "YAH!" and you're running after him. Now he's the one smirking as you run into your room and he's holding your Baekhyun pillow, reaching for one of your sacred shelves with all your albums and lightsticks.

"Noooo!!!" You scream and launch yourself at him, grabbing the pillow and there's a brief spat where you're trying to grab the pillow but it's tough as he's so much taller than you. The struggling ends with you being on top of him on your bed. "Don't you touch them!" You're panting down at him and he's smiling up at you. "Doesn't feel very good, does it?!" He laughs in your face and you just barely resist the urge to headbutt him. You grab the pillow from his hands, then despite your better judgement, you adjust both of your legs so you're straddling him and you're rewarded by the look on his face going from triumph to shock.

"Y/n...!" He gasps and you grab both of his arms, pinning them above his head. "No, that didn't feel very good....but this does." You say, leaning closer to his face and grind your hips slowly against his, rubbing yourself against his now rock hard cock. "Oh...god...Y/n....what...are you d-d-doing...?" He manages and his eyes roll back. "I have... no idea....Hwa....but...." You gasp out, suddenly feeling a wave of heat go over your body and it really does feel good.

Shit...you think...I definitely went too far. But your body and your brain are competing as you lean down to press your whole body on top of his. His eyes flash open and he's raising his head to meet your lips. In shock, you release his hands and they immediately drop down to cup your ass, rolling your hips against him as he lifts himself against you. Opening your mouth to him, his tongue is rolling against yours in a dance, leaving you breathless.

Holy fuck, this man can kiss, you think and then all thoughts are escaping you as your body is flipped and he's the one pinning you down. "So, you like teasing me, huh?" He growls down at you, his dark eyes clouded with lust and his dark hair falling forward. Oh my god...was he always this fucking hot? you think momentarily and then he's dropping down to bring his mouth to yours again, then trailing his lips down your neck. "I don't like this shirt" He whispers against your skin and before you can answer, he's yanking it off of you. His hand slides under the cup of your bra and he's squeezing your nipple, his mouth still on your neck, his hips moving slowly against you.

"Hwa....Hwa...what..." You murmur and he's nipping your neck as you bring one hand up into his hair to tug lightly. The other is pulling at his shirt and he leans up briefly so you can pull it off. You both pause momentarily, you looking at his half naked form, him looking at yours before you both reach for each other again for a deep kiss. His hand slides underneath you to cup your ass and lift you a little into him, while yours are in his hair and running your nails lightly down his back.

"I need you, Y/n.." he moans against your neck, kissing down your body and you're just nodding like a moron, writhing around under his mouth and tongue as he flicks and kisses and nips his way ever downwards. Then his hands are pulling down your pajama shorts and underwear all in one motion. You lift your legs to let him pull them off all the way and before his head can continue kissing downwards, you stop him. "You too...." you manage, wanting to see him more than anything right now. He nods, his mouth open, panting as he stands up briefly to remove the rest of his clothing. You have a moment to take in his long, lean masculine body, his cock prominent and dripping from just touching you and your hips jerk upwards involuntarily.

"Y/n...you're so fucking sexy, I want....." Seonghwa groans and then he is grasping both of your legs, pulling you forward a little bit and he's kissing your stomach, down to your hips. "...taste you.." he mutters against your skin then your hips are lifting once more as he drags his tongue down between the sensitive area between your legs, stopping briefly then flicking his tongue out against your clit, once then twice. You muffle a scream with your hand as you look down at him. His hands are grasping your inner thighs and he's looking up at you. Smiling, his eyes locked on yours, he flicks his tongue once more and you cover another moan. "Mmmm...so wet...Y/n, don't cover your mouth. I want to hear you." He says softly, his breath against you and then he's moving his hand to slide a finger against your folds and drawing his tongue along your clit, back and forth.

Letting go, you grab the sheets around you and let out an animalistic howl. His finger slides inside of you as you moan his name over and over, and he sucks gently on you, making your insides spasm.

"Hwa Hwa Hwa HWAAA.......fuck me......" You're gasping, not being able to handle all the sensory overload. You feel his breath as he laughs softly against you and he looks up at you. "Hmm? Tell me...tell me what you want..." "FUCK ME!" you yell and throw your head back as he slides his finger out of you and crawls up your body.

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you so fucking hard, Y/n......." he growls and his face is in your neck, his one hand in your hair and his other guiding his rigid cock against your opening. Your legs wrap around him as he slowly sinks his length into your tightness, almost pulling him in.

"Yes...oh my god, yes....Hwa..." You manage and he's moaning against your neck now, finally buried all the way inside you. "So tight..." He's gasping and then pulls back briefly before he's pistoning his hips forward again, slamming back into you. "Oh god!" He moans and then he's panting and groaning loudly as his hips pick up a rhythm, fucking you slowly at first, then picking up the pace gradually.

"Say my name, Y/n. Say it..." He's whispering in your ear now and you're moaning it out at his command. "Seonghwa! Seonghwa...you feel so good, oh my god!" His mouth meets yours again and you grab his hair, his hand in yours as the pace quickens even more, moaning into each others mouths, your screams breathed in by him.

Finally, you can feel the growing tension in the pit of your stomach climbing up, feeling like something inside of you is going to break as your back starts arching off the bed.

"HWA!! HWA.....I'm so close I'm going to......fuck please make me come...." You're screaming and he's looking down at you, sweat dripping, his eyes frantic with need. "Come for me, come around my cock, baby." He's panting and you run your nails down his back. "Cum inside of me, Seonghwa! CUM CUM WITH ME!" You're screaming and he lets out his own scream as everything explodes inside of your head and body.

He's moaning your name as his body comes down on top of you, holding you, his body jerking and spasming as you feel him fill you up, deep inside. Your legs are locked around his waist as he rides his orgasm out. Then....breathing out your legs collapse to either side and you both slowly relax.

"Fuck." He says against your neck. "mmm...yeah. Fuck." You murmur back and then you're both laughing softly.

He brings his head back to look down at you and you lean up to give him a quick kiss.

"I'm totally fucking with your Legos from now on."

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𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘Ｆｌｏｗｅｒ𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

18+ Minors DNI! Warnings below the break

Summary: It's your birthday and your only wish is to spend time with your boyfriend. All eight of them, that is.

Genre: ⚘ smut ⚘

Pairings: ot8!boyfriend!ateez! x female!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (f&m receiving), poly ateez x reader, anal sex, being handled a tad rough at times, bratty reader, & fingering

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Your silk robe was all that separated your bare ass from the mahogany dining table you were seated on. Aside from this robe, decorated with what you guessed were orchids, nothing hid your naked body from the rest of the world. Most importantly it revealed just enough to water the mouths of the 7 men gathered around the table. An 8th was positioned on his knees at the edge of the table. His face buried between your thighs, he kissed dangerously close to your warmth. Hongjoong wanted to taste you. Feeling you squirm beneath his tongue was his favorite thing to do on a day like this. He couldn’t though. Not until you let him. Today was your birthday. You were the queen. He was simply there to serve, they all were.

The other 7 were restless in their seats. Desperately attempting to ease the discomfort of their arousal pressing against their pants. They were desperate to slip their hands into their pants. Just 2 seconds of skin against skin would relieve the pressure. Fingers tangled in Hongjoong’s choppy blonde hair, you pulled him up to look at you. “You hungry?” He nodded, eyes scanning your naked form. “Yes”. You leaned back, propping yourself up with your arms, and opened your legs wider for him. “You can eat”. The sight of Hongjoong’s mouth latching onto your clit was the permission the others had been waiting for.

Breathing a sigh of relief, they unzipped their pants and started to stroke themselves. Wooyoung’s pace was slow, eyes closed and ears locked into the sound of you moaning. Yunho moved quicker, obsessed with the way your breasts looked as your chest rose and fell. Each flick of Hongjoong’s tongue sent electric shooting through your system. Laying down flat on your back, you locked eyes with the pink-haired man at the other end of the table. Hongjoong dipped two fingers into your slit, pressing in so deep your juices leaked around his fingers. You gasped, reveling in the fullness you felt.

Your body was twitching in ways that you couldn’t control. “Mingi, hold my hand” you pouted, an arm outstretched towards him. Mingi took your hand in his, continuing to stroke his precum-coated cock. The tighter you squeezed his hand, the louder you whimpered, and the harder it got for him not to cum. Your robe had fallen off to the sides now, all of you within arms reach of your lovers. Noticing San shivering, probably on the edge, you set out to redirect his attention elsewhere. Your smile was sweet when you questioned, “Kiss?” San’s face lit up as he leaned over the table and enveloped you in a sloppy kiss.

Every noise that came out of your mouth went into his. He groaned, sending them right back to you. You were playing ping pong with declarations of pleasure. Hongjoong replaced his fingers with his tongue now. Two kisses at once. Yeosang could watch you like this all day, edging himself until it was his turn with you. He never came, not once, unless he got to feel your walls tighten around him as he did it.

Pulling your head away from San, you eyed his still-exposed cock. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. San didn’t need to be told twice. He gave you what you wanted, letting you suck him into your mouth. He’d already felt himself teetering on the edge of cumming. This wasn’t helping. The way you handled his shaft, your free hand massaging his balls, had him gripping the table. He held on so tight he thought he might break it. He caught a glimpse of Joong pulling away from your clit…teasing the tip…diving into you again. The way your back arched, your nipples hardening.

Rolling one of your nipples between his fingers, he felt all of the remaining blood in his body rush to his tip. The inevitable eruption threw off his balance causing him to slip out of your mouth. You held him in place by his base, cum sprinkling in thick drops on your lips. You ran your tongue along your lips, making him want you even more. San kissed you ravenously this time. He could taste himself on you. How sweet. The second San pulled away for air, a strong hand gripped your jaw, turning you in the other direction. Face to face with an obviously agitated Jongho, you remained unphased.

Your entire body was on fire in the best way. His obvious jealousy only fueled it. “Can I help you?” you teased. Jongho loosened his grip on your jaw, only a little. “I can jerk off at home. I want you” he growled. The giggle that you let out in response wasn’t meant to mock him. He was just so cute when he got like this. Sitting back up, you guided Hongjoong’s head away from your cunt. He wiped you off of his chin, sucking you off of his fingers. You turned to Seonghwa who’d been sitting patiently, simply enjoying the experience of seeing you this way. “Hwa, I want you to fuck me”. That was a request you didn’t have to make twice. Swapping places with Hongjoong, Seonghwa smeared his tip in the wetness gathered between your folds.

Eyes rolling back as Seonghwa sunk into you, you turned back to Jongho. His ears were turning red. He looked like he could tear you apart. Good. “Come, lay down”. When you brought this table it hadn’t been for the express purpose of fucking on it. It simply turned out that it served that purpose perfectly. Pulling Seonghwa in for a kiss, you left Jongho to his task. Hwa was always so soft-spoken but when he fucked you? Well, he fucked you like he wanted to split you in two. Fingertips digging into your thighs, he craved the way you gripped him. “So good. So, so good” you moaned. Your praise made the waves of pleasure hit him even harder. Movement behind you reminded you of the request you’d made to Jongho.

Releasing Seonghwa from your grip, you crawled on top of Jongho who was spread out on the table now. Locking your lips onto his, you carefully lowered yourself down onto his swollen cock. He felt different than Hwa but not bad, just a little thicker. The stretch was satisfying. Your hips pressed into Jongho’s lap, and you poked our ass out a bit. A signal that Hwa knew well enough now. He climbed up onto the table, positioning himself behind you. The still-slick mixture of his precum and your juices made it easy for him to enter your ass. Your eyes shot open, overstimulated by taking two cocks at once. Both of your holes being stretched at once made your mind go blank.

No thoughts. Just the feeling of Seonghwa and Jongho taking turns dipping into you. Yunho held you by your hair, helping to keep you balanced while his friends fucked you stupid. Hongjoong had taken Hwa’s seat now. Hand on his cock, thumb stroking the head, his stomach was in knots. In your haze, you heard a chair stutter backward. Woo was cumming, thick white ropes coating his fingers. You knew it was him from the way he whimpered. You wished you could see him. Woo was pretty but so much prettier when he came. The mental picture flicked a switch in you. Your walls pulsated, the room spun, and you hit your high. With Hwa and Jongho still alternating in and out of you, in and out, it felt like you stayed at your peak for a second. When you came crashing down, you pressed into them.

Eyes watering, screaming your throat raw, you were perfection. So perfect that Jongho couldn’t hold back anymore. Bucking his hips, he indulged in the spasms you were having along his length. There was a comforting warmth to the way he painted your walls. You collapsed onto his chest, Hwa still working your other hole. Reaching his hand down, he splashed around in your cum soaked opening. “Fuck” he whispered, biting down on his bottom lip as he emptied himself into you. Pressing his chest against your back, he thrust into you until every drop of him was gone.

The three of you lay there, bodies intertwined, for what felt like forever. By the time they dragged themselves back to their seats, you had enough strength to sit up again. With Yunho’s help of course. Rolling over on your side, you drew him in closer to you. Yunho and Mingi exchanged a quick glance. A silent hope that the best friends might have you at once. Your puppy dog eyes stared up at Yunho, confirming that it was alright. You leaned forward, taking as much of Yunho into your throat as you could.

His body nearly folded. The way your mouth wrapped around him, lipstick smeared across your lips, it was everything he dreamt of. Legs still trembling from your orgasm, you felt Mingi plunge into your core from behind. Laying next to you, he kept an arm around your waist. Not to keep you in place, just to hold you. To feel you breathing…shaking…milking his cock. Mingi was the longest and thickest you had so far. Still dripping with the cum of two other men, being this full was maddening.

Wiping the tears from your cheeks, Yunho fucked deeper into your throat. Drooling and gagging on his cock, you drank down the salty liquid that coated your throat when he finished. Your eyes were still closed when he pulled away, your head now resting on Mingi’s arm. Mingi leaned over, concerned at how exhausted you seemed. “Do you want me to stop?” “No” you whined, “Please, no”. Reaching his hand around to play with your clit, he did as you said. He kept feeding his cock into your core, grinding hard against your g-spot. The pressure inside of you was building back up again. You were sure if you came again you’d black out. It’d be worth it. “Harder” you whispered. His thrusts became harsh, unforgiving. Anything for you.

Your needy cries set him off without warning, a fresh load of cum flooding your body. Mingi pulled away, his cock still pumping out what couldn’t fit inside of you. You'd been full for so long now that your body hated the emptiness. Your walls clenched at air, needy for the presence of something. Yeosang came to your side, a bottle of water in hand. He helped you lift your head up enough to take a few sips. Lips pouty and arms outstretched, he spun you around so that your legs were dangling off the side of the table. You wrapped your arms around his neck while he positioned his arms under your thighs. Yeosang lifted you up, settling down in an empty chair. His shaft rested by your clit, the faint twitching of his cock tickling between your lips.

Your head nestled into Yeosang’s neck, you caught Hongjoong’s gaze. “Joongie”. Stopping himself even though he was close to release, he rushed to be next to you. “Where’s my Youngie?” you questioned, eyes scanning the only side of the room you could see. “Here” Woo answered, stroking your hair from the other side. You turned to him, running your fingers along the stiffness that had returned to him. Closing your eyes, you wrapped your tongue around the head of Woo’s cock. And then Joong’s. You leaned your head in further, slobbering on a few inches of Joong. And then did the same to Woo. You alternated back and forth, making sure both men got equal attention. When your mouth was sucking on one, your hand was working the other.

Underneath you, Yeosang was doing the work for you. He lifted you onto his cock, rolling you around in a circular motion. After everything you were still so tight and wet for him. He threw his head back, enjoying the way that you were drenching him. Your breaths were getting shallow again. Your muscles tightened like a tightly pulled rubber band. Joong came in your hand, splashing all over your sleeve as you kept pumping. You quickly switched back to him, sucking him clean until he went soft. When you went back to Woo, your cheeks were filled again. You choked a little, it was too much to take. Woo stumbled backward while Yeosang kissed your sticky lips.