Does Your Nephew Have A Bias? | Wooyoung
Does your nephew have a bias? | Wooyoung

Idol Wooyoung x Reader Word count: 1730 Genre: pure fluff Author: maari Warnings: Wooyoung a little jealous. Note: I was going to do a Jongho scenario but then I remembered Wooyoung is my bias and I only have ONE imagine of him and also fluff with him is never enough so that's it. Summary: Being your nephew's babysitter made Wooyoung ask something very important.
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"Wow, you look lovely."
Y/N theatrically rolled her eyes upon hearing Wooyoung's laugh after speaking in a joking tone.
She was a complete mess. Sweaty, her clothes crooked while his nephew was in his arms struggling to play on the floor and the hair tied up in a way that was messier than his living room with toys scattered on the floor.
"Glad you made it." she sighed and handed her nephew to Wooyoung before he even entered her house.
"What?" he asked confusedly and reached out to hold the baby who happily went into his arms.
"Hold him, I have to pee!" she replied in a hurry and ran to the bathroom while Wooyoung laughed, taking off his shoes, closing the door.
"Hey buddy." he smiled at the baby who rubbed his eyes and laid his head on his shoulder.
It was Saturday and Y/N's day to babysit her nephew.
Her sister and the husband were working and she had already made sure she stayed with her nephew since she had the weekend off and she loved the baby.
He was about to turn a year and a half old, spending the day with him was the best thing in the world, but he was learning to walk. Which meant Y/N had to help him get around the house, always holding his tiny hand as he wanted to almost run.
It didn't look like it but it was extremely tiring and as it approached the time for him to take his nap after lunch, it was even more so.
When she returned, Wooyoung was swaying him in an almost imperceptible dance, making her smile at the scene.
"Am I at the wrong time?" he asked quietly, resting his chin on the baby's head who was almost asleep.
"Just in time." she replied in the same tone and took the bottle that was on top of the sofa. "I'll make his milk if he complains-"
"I know how to make children sleep, you know?" he interrupted and she smiled ruefully.
Of course he knew, in addition to having experience with his brother, Wooyoung was also great with kids and her nephew adored him.
She raised her arms, surrendered and went to the kitchen at the same time that her nephew started to complain.
She laughed but hearing Wooyoung talk to him, she continued on her way, he knew what to do.
While she prepared the bottle in the kitchen, Wooyoung arranged the baby in his arms, laying him down to cuddle him better at the same time that he reached for the remote control.
Y/N's nephew loved music and he had the perfect one in mind to put him to sleep, but he stopped when he saw that the tv was on with Jongho's cover more specifically Don't Go Today.
The baby raised his head to face the tv, clearly familiar with that version and Wooyoung saw him smile before lying back in his arms, practically surrendering to sleep as Jongho's soft voice filled the room.
Wooyoung tried to contain his face of shock as he rocked the baby to sleep, looking at the TV in disbelief.
As soon as Y/N returned to the room with the bottle already warm, her nephew was already sleeping, breathing heavily with his mouth open.
"The Jongho cover? Really?" he spoke quietly, turning to face her as she placed the bottle on top of the couch.
She laughed discreetly, turning her back to Wooyoung, arranging the sofa for her nephew to stay there.
"I had to play hard, I've been trying to get him to sleep for 40 minutes." she explained as she spread out the coverlet.
And when she came back to face Wooyoung, he had a funny face like he wanted to get mad.
"I also have a cover and a very good one by the way, it has 392,000 views." he muttered, pouting.
"Put him on the couch." she laughed softly, pointing to her nephew's seat.
He complained but did so, being careful not to hurt the baby or make him wake up, and covered him with the blanket next.
Y/N took the opportunity to sit on the other end, stretching her legs that made a noise and felt her back hurt, Wooyoung sat next to her, getting in the middle between the baby and her.
Automatically Y/N's head sought Wooyoung's shoulder, leaning against it as he crossed his arms, she didn't even need to look at him to know he still had his pout.
"So your nephew has a bias."
"I think it's too early for that." she laughed softly, closing her eyes with the intention of resting for five minutes.
"Hm, I mean, he always turns his face to look at Yeosang when he appears and now he falls asleep listening to Jongho sing?" he sounded disbelieved. "In a moment you'll tell me he likes other groups too."
She just laughed and Wooyoung knew that sound well.
"What? You're not even going to deny it?"
"You know YouTube suggests other videos of the same genre, I just leave it on."
"Yes, based on what you watch often." he glanced at the tv as another video started. He knew the face that was on tv but not because it was him or the members. "NCT? Have you been listening to NCT?"
He eased the back of the sofa, making Y/N move too and she stared at him.
Wooyoung had an expression of someone who had beenâŠbetrayed.
"When you met me, you knew I liked their music." she defended herself and Wooyoung just looked at her, he didn't seem to know what to say.
And actually he didn't, because Y/N was right but seeing Jaehyun's cover playing made him feel a little jealous.
That's why he didn't say anything, he just turned off the tv since he was still holding the remote control.
She laughed tiredly and he left the remote on the couch as he eased back into the couch and Y/N followed him, feeling him wrap his arm around her shoulder.
They were silent for a while, Wooyoung trying to find an argument good enough to win that dispute but he stopped thinking about it when he felt Y/N's body give way and heard her breathing get heavier.
He moved his head enough to see that she was sleeping against him, making him sigh heavily. Now it didn't even matter which cover she listened to or not.
He stayed in that position for a while, making circular movements on her arm and when he realized that she was sleeping as soundly as his nephew, he settled her on the couch and got up, going to the kitchen to make something to eat.
While he was cooking, he thought of a way to make Y/N hear only his voice before going to sleep, after all his pride didn't accept losing to his members.
Jaehyun is fine, but Jongho? No, that was unacceptable. The youngest had an angelic voice, it was true, but he wasn't going to allow his girlfriend and her nephew to sleep listening to Jongho's cover instead of his.
As soon as he finished, he went back to the living room and, being careful not to wake the baby, he approached Y/N and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Y/N, hey." he woke her up, seeing her open her eyes slowly. "Come eat, you must be hungry."
Y/N stretched slowly, looking at her nephew and seeing that he was still sleeping, Wooyoung took the opportunity to hug her and lifted her off the couch when he saw that she was lazy.
She got a kiss on the cheek as she got up and smiled at Wooyoung who hugged her around the waist, the two went to the kitchen, to get the food and go back to the living room.
That done, they sat down on the floor after placing the food on the coffee table in the room, Y/N's stomach rumbled so loudly that Wooyoung laughed, serving her.
She looked at him tenderly as he set the food for her.
"Thanks." she reached over to kiss his cheek. "And thanks for coming today, I know you're tired."
He shook his head, smiling as he handed her the food.
"Although I was betrayed in this house, I still do everything for you." he responded dramatically and Y/N took the food, looking at him in amusement.
"You're such a drama queen." she spoke before starting to eat, closing her eyes for a few seconds to enjoy the taste. "But you cook like nobody else."
"It is good?" he asked curiously and she nodded, eating more.
"Great, but I still feel betrayed." he shrugged and started to eat too.
"Fine, what do you want me to do to change that?" she asked, looking at Wooyoung.
He looked up thoughtfully.
"A kiss." he replied, smiling sideways and she contained her smile.
She reached over to place a quick kiss on his lips, which he'd been waiting for eagerly, and when she pulled away too quickly he complained.
"You call that a kiss?" he asked in disbelief.
"You didn't specify!" she replied and Wooyoung let go of everything he was holding to grab her by the back of her neck and truly kiss her.
His lips captured hers thirstily and she sighed, closing her eyes as she let go of what she held to grip his shoulder.
The kiss was fast and hot, the kind that stole all the air out of her in a matter of seconds.
Y/N squeezed Wooyoung's shoulder to indicate that she needed to breathe and gained a light bite on her bottom lip, making her want more but he pulled away.
She was ready to go back to kissing him but Wooyoung turned his attention back to the food, it was her turn to pout.
"We're not done yet." he winked mischievously and she laughed.
"Well, that definitely woke me up." she stated, making him put a hand over his mouth to stifle the sound of loud laughter.
"But I really have to ask you." he spoke after swallowing the food.
"What?" she looked at him, curious, he had a serious face.
"Does your nephew have a bias?"
"Wooyoung!"
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breakfast in bed



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pairing: park seonghwa x afab!reader x choi san
w.c.: 3.7k
tags: smut, fluff, established poly!relationship
you wanted seonghwa to feel all your love for his birthday
A/N: happy seonghwa day! I figured this was the perfect opportunity to write my first poly fic, I really hope I did them justice :"" happy reading!! ^^
nsfw & warnings under the cut - minors dni!! đ
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warnings: dom!san, switch!seonghwa, sub!reader, mxm interactions, praise, fingering (f&m receiving), finger sucking, spit as lube, handjob, unprotected sex (đđ»), breeding kink, a hint of choking, overstimulation, multiple creampies, multiple orgasms (f), cunnilingus, squirting, cum eating, teasing, begging, nicknames (sannie, hwa, love, jagiya, sweetheart, darling, pretty girl, sweet girl, treasure)
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Seonghwa woke up to soft kisses sprinkled across his back â over his shoulder blades and nape â your nose nuzzling into the crook of his neck and inhaling the soft scent of his body wash, the events of the previous night coming back to him as he blinked the remnants of his dream away. What he planned to be a quick shower before bed turned into his exercise for the week and a headache over the water bill when you and San decided to slip in after him.
Delicate fingers squeezed the flesh of his waist, moving away when he turned to face you, eyes bleary with sleep. Your arm circled Seonghwaâs waist again, tugging him closer to you and flattening your palm over the small of his back, greeting him with an easy smile. You leaned in to press a feathery kiss to the corner of his lips, feeling it tug upwards before you pulled away.
ââMorning,â he whispered, trying not to disturb the sleeping man sprawled out on the other side of the bed.
âGood morning, birthday boy,â you smiled, eyes soft while you ran your fingers over the side of his face.
A soft shade of red tinted Seonghwaâs cheeks, and he leaned in, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, sighing contently as your warmth seeped into his skin. He slid his tongue over your bottom lip, slipping it into your mouth and running it over the roof while his fingers scratched at your nape. A hummed pleasantly, the sound vibrating against his lips, the hand on his back slipping down to grab a handful of his ass. Seonghwa groaned softly, low in his throat, and pushed back into your palm, arms moving from your neck to wrap around your shoulders and gather you against his body, bringing you impossibly closer. You alternated between hard and soft, moulding your lips together lazily while inhaling the otherâs warm breath until Seonghwa got impatient and began nipping at your bottom lip, sucking your tongue into his mouth, kissing you so hard you forgot that anything other than him existed.
That was until pouty lips pressed against your shoulder, and you didnât have to look back to see the sulkiness tainting your boyfriendâs face.
âWhat are you two doing?â
The hoarseness of Sanâs voice made you crane your neck to look back at him, taking in his heavy eyelids and the disheveled hair pointing in different directions. He blinked at you and Seonghwa, eying your flushed cheeks and swollen lips, his bottom lip jutting out. You turned to lie down on your back before reaching a hand out to cup Sanâs cheek, running your thumb over his lips. The simple gesture seemed to cheer him up, his dimples sinking into his skin before he moved his attention to Seonghwa where he laid on his side, head propped up on his palm while he watched your interaction with an easy smile.
âHappy birthday, my love,â San muttered before he closed the gap between them, leaning over your body to reach Seonghwaâs lips.
It was your turn to watch, rubbing circles over Sanâs bare back while you followed how his lips moved against Seonghwaâs â slow at first, savouring the taste of him, but within a few seconds, you could hear the wet sound of their spit moving between them as Sanâs tongue pushed past Seonghwaâs lips. They left delicate touches over each otherâs skin, gentle squeezes here and there as if they hadnât taken turns fucking each other in the shower the night before, having you watch them while you waited your turn. You felt a wave of arousal pass through you, the warmth pooling at your core as Sanâs morning wood pressed against your hip, paired with Seonghwaâs soft moans while the younger manâs fingers flicked over his nipples.
Seonghwa tapped Sanâs shoulder, taking a deep breath when he pulled away from him. He turned his head towards you, smiling at your red cheeks. âI think our (Y/n) would like a kiss too, Sannie.â
San mirrored the older manâs expression when he shifted to look at you, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as he moved to hover his face over yours, pressing a small kiss to the tip of your nose. âAww, did my baby feel left out?â
He didnât give you a chance to reply before pressing his lips against yours, so hard you felt the world around you turn into mush, Seonghwaâs soft hand squeezing at your hip to keep you grounded. He watched you kiss for a few minutes, his arousal growing the more he took in your small, breathy moans, muffled against Sanâs lips. He moved closer to you, resting his head down on your shoulder before speaking.
âCan IâŠâ he cleared his throat, cheeks turning bright red when you pulled away at the sound, two sets of eyes fixed on him and urging him to speak.
âWhat do you need, sweetheart?â you asked, pressing you lips to the crown of his head.
âI- I want⊠you,â he raised his head to look at you with those big eyes, glimmering with want, before turning to the other man. ââŠand Sannie. P-please, I want you both.â
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Seonghwaâs lips were gentle over yours â rendered useless and inert, parted as soft gasps escaped you â pressing light kisses at over your cupidâs bow down to the corner of your mouth while his fingers pounded into you and curled against your sweet spot, the anticipation of your second orgasm sending a shiver down your spine. You turned your head to look at San, sprawled on his side beside you and rubbing soothing circles over your stomach, a few inches away from where you needed him most, his other hand wrapped loosely around his cock and squeezing around his base every time you let out a breathy moan.
âWhy are you looking at me, baby? Iâm not the one making you feel good, am I?â San spoke, the rasp in his voice affecting you more than you cared to admit.
San knew what you wanted, knew that you were about to come on Seonghwaâs fingers, knew that you wanted more. And you knew he wasnât going to give it to you. Thatâs just how San was, getting off on watching you writhe under him, begging him to stuff you full of his cock and breed you until you were crying from overstimulation. So you turned to the person who would give it to you, taking a few seconds to absorb the way he looked down at you with hooded eyes, face so close you could feel his warm breath blowing against your heated skin.
You reached between your bodies to wrap your fingers around his cock, hard and heavy in your hand. A fresh wave of arousal dripped down Seonghwaâs fingers as you took in the pleasure coating his face when you gave his length a firm stroke. âHwa⊠âwant you inside..."
âNow, now, darling. What happened to your manners?â San clicked his tongue.
You looked up at Seonghwa through your lashes, wetting your lips before speaking. âPlease, please, please, Hwa. Give it to me, Iâll be good, I swear-â you recited in one breath.
âFuck, yeah- okay,â he nodded, eyes fluttering shut as he savoured the soft glide of your palm over his length, aided by the obscene amount of precum leaking from his tip. âCan I- I want to fuck her, please. Sannie, can I?â
You nodded furiously, looking between the two men, guiding Seonghwaâs tip towards your cunt as soon as his fingers slipped out of you, running it through your dripping folds before stopping at your entrance. You rolled your hips against him, trying to push him inside, but Seonghwa pulled his hips back, ignoring your whine while his eyes flitted to the man laying silently beside you.
âSannie, c-can I fuck her? Please, I- I need her so bad,â Seonghwa panted, his cock twitching between your legs and you could see the tremble in his arms as he tried to hold himself up. Your eyes moved between them, desperation eating at your insides as your hole clenched around nothing.
Sanâs smile was soft, but the glint in his eyes made you shiver â he knew he was in control; he could say no, leave you to cry and beg while your high dwindled away. He could fuck Seonghwa in front of you, or have Seonghwa fuck him, making you watch them with your hands tied behind your back and your cunt leaking all over the bed, aching to be touched.
But San wouldnât do that today, not when Seonghwa was asking so nicely.
He cupped Seonghwaâs cheek, his smile soft while he spoke. âItâs your birthday, my angel, you can do whatever you want. Youâre in control today.â
Seonghwa breathed out a sigh of relief, leaning down to cover you with his body, heat permeating off his skin and into yours and creating a bubble of warmth around you. He peppered open-mouthed kisses over the side of your face while he lined himself up with your entrance once again, this time pushing past the tight ring and into your heat. Seonghwa let out a throaty moan into your neck, taking the skin between his teeth and leaving blossoming bruises as he bottomed out, rolling his hips to make sure you were taking every last inch of him. You were so full of him, your mind hazy as Seonghwa took over your every sense â the floral body wash that he often stole from you mixed with the tanginess of his sweat as you breathed in his scent, the warmth of his body almost suffocating but you didnât dare complain, wanting to be engulfed in his very being.
Seonghwa ground his hips against yours, his cockhead pressing against your sweet spot and eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips. He drew his cock out until only the tip remained entrapped within your pulsing walls before sliding back in, his balls slapping against your skin as he began to fuck into you. The mixture of grunts and moans echoed between the walls of your shared room, masking the movement of the other man who quietly slotted himself behind Seonghwa and hooked his chin over his shoulder, the older man straightening up slightly.
âahh- fuck, darling you feel so good,â he sighed, pistoning his cock into your cunt and revelling in the feeling of San thumbing over his nipple, palms roaming over the expanse of his soft, sun-kissed skin.
Sanâs fingers pushed into your mouth without warning, pressing against your tongue before sliding further down your throat and making you gag at the sudden intrusion. âBe a good girl and get my fingers wet for me,â he ordered with a smirk decorating his lips.
You felt Seonghwa shudder with anticipation, his cock twitching inside you while he carried out his ruthless rhythm, biting his lip to suppress the noises threatening to escape him every time your pussy clenched around him.
San took Seonghwaâs chin between his index and thumb, twisting his head to face him. He leaned in to press their lips together, biting on his bottom lip and dragging it with him when he moved away. âDonât hold back, jagiya. Let me hear your pretty voice,â he nuzzled his nose against Seonghwaâs cheek before letting him go.
A chocked moan left your lips when San pulled his fingers out of your mouth, pulling off Seonghwaâs body just enough to slide his dripping fingers over his puckered hole, still soft and pliable from last nightâs events.
âHwa, baby, shit- hnnngh-â your thighs trembled around Seonghwa as he angled his cockhead to pound against your g-spot with every thrust, a dribble of saliva trickling down the side of your face as he fucked you dumb.
San smiled lopsidedly at your expression, your moans mixing with Seonghwaâs, the auditory stimulation alone nearly making San come all over the other manâs back. His free hand reached for yours â fisting the sheets at your side â and guided it to his throbbing cock, standing hard and angry against his lower belly. âIs our angel making you feel good, hm? Tell me, sweetheart, do you think he deserves my fingers?â
Seonghwa looked into your eyes pleadingly, red staining his cheeks and neck, his cock spasming wildly inside you. âYeah,â you breathed out, heat spreading through your skin as shots of pleasure seared through you. âHeâs doing s-so well- nghh! F-fucking me so good,â you held his face in your palm and rubbed your thumb over his cheekbone, looking up at him through lidded eyes. Your other hand pumped Sanâs cock, dragging up his length to squeeze around his head before sliding back down to the base.
San hummed contentedly â low and hoarse â while he thrusted his hips into your fist. âSuch a good boy,â San purred. âMaking our sweet girl feel so good,â he peppered kisses over Seonghwaâs shoulders, circling his finger around his rim before pushing in.
Seonghwa exhaled a sigh of relief as Sanâs finger dragged along his walls, his hips jolting when he slipped in another and curled them against Seonghwaâs favourite spot. âFuck, S-san!â
âShh, just relax for me. Iâll make it feel good, darling.â He thrusted his fingers against Seonghwaâs prostate, barely pulling out before stuffing them back inside him and pressing the pads of his fingers against the gland.
âThere- ahhh, right there, fuck!â Seonghwa snapped his hips against yours vigorously, leaning down to press his mouth to yours and swallow the cries of pleasure slipping out of you as he continued his ruthless pace. "Hah... (Y/n), my love, shit- I-I'm-"
Seonghwa bucked his hips into you once, twice before sheathing himself deep inside you and flooding your walls with his load, tremors shaking his body as San continued working his prostate. A soft whine slipped out of Seonghwa's lips when the overstimulation became too much, reaching back to paw at Sanâs hand until the other man slipped his fingers out of him. San gave his ass a soft pat before grabbing onto his hips and guiding him out of your fluttering hole. A fresh wave of arousal rushed through you at the whimper that you drew out of him when you clenched down on his cockhead, trying to keep him inside you.
San groaned behind him at the sight of Seonghwaâs cum leaking out of you, your pussy clenching around air, desperate to be stuffed. âSo good for me, my darling, look at how much you came.â San reached forward to spread your folds with his thumb, watching as more of Seonghwaâs release flooded out of you. âMade our pretty girl nice and wet for me, didnât you?â
Seonghwa was drained, his chest flushed and coated with sweat as it rose and fell while he recovered from his orgasm. He gave a weak nod, the tips of his ears turning a brighter shade of red. San pressed a tender kiss to his jaw before maneuvering him to lay beside you and taking his place on top of you.
You grabbed onto his biceps, rolling your hips against him desperately. âSannie, pleaseâŠâ
âAww, does my baby want to come?â San gazed down on you â his smile sickeningly sweet â before he leaned down to press feathery kisses over your cheeks. âDo you want me to fuck another load into you? Make you nice and full of our babies, hm?â You nodded deliriously, Sanâs smirk only growing, his dimple sinking into his cheek as he took in your crazed state. âBeg for it.â
Seonghwa gave your waist a squeeze, sliding closer to paste himself to your side and whisper in your ear. âGo on, treasure, beg Sannie for his cock. I know you want to,â Seonghwaâs fingers slipped between your legs, gathering some of the cum dribbling out of you on his fingers and pushing it back inside, sheathing his fingers inside you and revelling in the squelch of your pussy around him. "Tell him how bad you want to be a mommy."
âPlease, please, Sannie, baby. Iâll be g-good, just want your cock inside,â you begged, exhaling soft breaths as Seonghwaâs fingers curled against your walls and teased around your g-spot. "W-want your cum, pleaaase-"
That seemed to satisfy San, too turned on himself to continue tormenting you. He batted Seonghwaâs hand away, not giving you a chance to breathe before he buried himself inside your heat.
âOh fuck, oh- haahh-â Heat pooled in your lower belly as San fucked into your abused cunt with abandon, groaning into your neck when your pussy squeezed around him.
Seonghwa hooked his arm around your knee and spread you open for San, pressing his mouth to your jaw and nipping at the skin. âIs Sannie making you feel good, sweetheart? Are you going to be good and come on his cock?â
âUh-huhh,â you cried, your eyes rolling back when San slowed down his thrusts to a languid grind, his cock sliding deliciously between your fluttering walls.
The fingers wrapping around your throat brought your attention to the man above you â his eyes lidded with lust, hips going back to their frenzied pace, the sound of skin-on-skin reverberating between the four walls. âKeep your eyes on me when I fuck you,â he growled, his thrusts growing sloppy as he neared his high.
You did as you were told, your eyes never leaving his even when your vision blurred and darkened around the edges, your gut tightening and muscles clenching when your climax finally washed over you. You felt fingers working your clit roughly, stretching out your orgasm and sending San into his as your walls spasmed and contracted around his cock, milking every last drop of his seed out of him. San rolled his hips into yours, moaning and grunting into your skin while Seonghwa peppered loving kisses over the side of your face, his fingers rubbing slow circles around your clit and sending jolts of pleasure up your spine.
âSo perfect, the both of you,â San praised, lifting his head to place a kiss on your temple before pressing his lips to Seonghwaâs cheekbone.
Seonghwa smiled sweetly, kneading at the flesh Sanâs hip. âSan-ah, I want to seeâŠâ he muttered, gently pushing Sanâs softening length out of you to watch the combination of their cum ooze out of your ravished cunt.
You heard San curse under his breath when the other man kneeled between your open legs and licked a stripe up your pussy, watching your hips jerk when Seonghwa sucked at your clit.
âH-hwa- too much!â you reached down to push him away, but San grabbed your wrist before you could and pinned it against the bed.
âUh uh,â he warned. âItâs his birthday, let him do as he pleases.â
You whined when San reached for your other wrist, holding them above your head while Seonghwa lapped at your cunt, pushing his tongue inside you to slurp at the cum painting your walls. You felt a pressure building in your lower belly when Seonghwa pushed two fingers inside you and curled them against your g-spot, the slide easy with the mixture of fluids leaking out of you. He swallowed the last bit of cum emptied inside of you and pressed delicate kisses to your swollen clit, his fingers unrelenting as they ripped moan after moan out of you.
âGive me one more,â Seonghwa muttered against your mound.
âI-I canât, I-â
âYes you can,â San interrupted, grabbing your jaw in his palm and squishing your cheeks together. âYouâre our good girl, arenât you?â
You nodded, tears streaming down the sides of your face as pleasure mixed with pain seared through your abdomen.
âCome on, Jagiya, give it to me,â Seonghwa urged, bringing his other hand down to thumb at your clit, pressing his cheek to your quivering thigh. âPlease, please, I want to watch you come on my fingers one more time.â
You writhed under the two men as you tumbled over the edge once again, clear liquid gushing out of you and spraying all over Seonghwaâs belly and thighs. He pressed his fingers against your sweet spot and watched as you squirted again, leaning back down to swallow it all down. He worked you through your high, only pulling away when your thighs closed around his shoulders and your hips jerked away from his touch.
âHoly fuck,â San muttered and brushed the matted hair off your forehead, taking in your fucked-out state â the violent tremble of your thighs, sweat covering every last patch of skin and reflecting the morning rays peeking through the blinds, unfocused eyes staring at the ceiling while you regained your breath.
They gave you a few minutes to recover, cleaning you up with a warm towel while keeping you grounded with delicate touches here and there â Seonghwa's gentle palms rubbed soothing circles over your belly while San scattered tender pecks and kisses over the expanse of your skin, over your face and neck then down to your chest.
You felt content, warm, safe. In their arms, in their company. Simply by existing within the same space. You no longer had any recollection of your life before them â how did you go to the store and not think about them whenever you spotted their favourite snack? How did you react when a new Lego set released, and how did you not rush to buy it for your beloved? Perhaps you were grateful for not knowing. You wanted to believe that every experience you had sustained before them served as preparation for whatâs to come, simply a filler readying you for a life of constant bliss and contentment. A life where you never doubted the love you were given.
You spent the rest of your day in bed upon Seonghwaâs request, watching a rerun of all the Star Wars movies and pretending to be awake when he caught you snoozing. San would giggle and poke your side, playfully scolding you for falling asleep â as if he hadnât startled the two of you with a sudden snore an hour ago.
Tucked in under the blankets, limbs a tangled mess as you and San fought over who got to be the little spoon, Seonghwa watched you bicker with a fond smile gracing his lips.
How lucky I am, he thought, to be loved twice as much as much as everyone else.
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aemulus. (noun) latin for rival or competitor. thought to be the origin of the name emily.
park seonghwa is in no position to ask you for a favor. but being underqualified for something has never stopped him before.
pairing: academic rival!seonghwa x fem!reader
details: grad school/nursing school au, fake dating
word count: 8.1k
warnings: swearing, food allergy, smut (18+ mdni), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, discussion of birth control methods
a/n: for @sluttywoozi's birthday <3 (just a month and a half late)
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âI need a favor.â
âFrom me?â
Seonghwa tongues his cheek and looks around. âIs there anyone else in the room?â
You scoff. You arenât friends with Park Seonghwa. You donât even particularly like Park Seonghwa. You know the feelingâs mutual so why was he asking you for a favor?
âIf you want something from me you should try being a little nicer,â you mutter, turning your attention back to the textbook on the desk in front of you.
You hear Seonghwa sigh beside you before he tries again. âSorry, yes, I need a favor from you. I need a date to this event Dr. Harvey is hosting for all of his graduate mentees next weekend.â
Date? You? Your face must be scrunched up into an expression of confusion and concern because Seonghwa puts his hand out to stop you before you interject.
âYes, it has to be you. I-Iâm trying to secure a position on his research team next semester and I need an extra edge.â
You raise an eyebrow. âAnd Iâm the extra edge?â
âExactly! Dr. Harvey loves you. If I show up with you on my arm, the spot is mine for sure.â
âYou really think itâll be that easy? I havenât taken one of Dr. Harveyâs classes since undergrad.â
Youâre not even a student in Seonghwaâs program, the one Dr. Harvey was the head of. There just happened to be some overlap between your field of study and his that required you to take some of the same courses.
âBut you were his TA last semester, and youâre the top student in the department, after me-â you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes, âhe brings you up in almost every meeting we have,â he continues, sounding more than a little annoyed, âwhen weâre supposed to be talking about my dissertation.â
Despite the non-case Seonghwa was making on his behalf, you couldnât help but feel a little curious. âHe does? What does he say?â
âUsually, itâs little comments about how you would do something differently, which is not-so-subtle code for better. If you ever decide to write a dissertation on microbiology, let him know. Iâm sure heâd love to be your mentor-â Seonghwa stops himself there, taking a deep breath as if to physically shake the bitterness from his demeanor. âSorry. The point is that he thinks very highly of you and it would really help me out if you were my plus-one to this thing.â
âAnd what exactly does âthis thingâ entail?â
âItâs a little appreciation banquet for all of the students heâs mentoring. He said itâs at this hotel, I think itâs downtown, and itâs a dinner and drinks in the evening and a brunch the next morning-â
âWait, itâs overnight?â You hadnât meant or intended to interrupt him but the prospect of spending the night in the same room with Park Seonghwa was enough to make you panic and forget your manners.
Seonghwa looks annoyed that you cut him off but holds himself back from responding with something snippy. Instead, he lets it go. Unheard of for him.
âYes, but itâs just one night.â
âOne night?â He nods. âAnd I just have to show up with you?â
âWell, youâd pretend to be my girlfriend. â
Right. That had sort of been implied when he asked but you were hoping that wasnât the case. It honestly sounded like a nightmare, but the idea of having something to hold over Seonghwaâs head was tempting.
Doing him the favor was one thing. The execution of said favor was another. Were you going to be able to put on a believable act as Seonghwaâs girlfriend? It certainly wasnât going to come naturally to you... but you were friends with a bunch of theatre kids. You could pull it off. Probably.
âOkay, well, whatâs in it for me?â you ask.
He blinks, clearly caught off guard by your question like he hadnât expected to get this far.
âWhat do you want?â
Oh fuck. You scramble to think of something worthwhile that he could be of use for, coming up short in pretty much all aspects.
âMy dadâs getting married in a couple of months. Our little duet can have an encore then.â
Seonghwa grins and offers his hand for you to shake. âSend me the details. Pleasure doing business.â
-
It isnât until Seonghwaâs already left the classroom that he realizes he doesnât even have your number. Heâs known you for years now but has never had to contact you outside of the context of school. Never had reason to. He could turn around right now and go back and ask for your phone number. Youâre still in there.
He lets his pride get the better of him, and with a quiet groan, he shoves his hands in his pockets and keeps walking. Heâll just email you later to ask for it.
-
You iron out the details over text, once Seonghwa finally gets your number. You had made fun of him in your reply email for forgetting to get it back when he begged you to come with him in the first place, which only reassured Seonghwa that he had made the right choice that day. It wouldâve been way more embarrassing to have you say that to his face.
He asks you to meet him at a cafe the day before the event so you can iron out your story together. You look nervous, he notes, so he tries to break the ice.
âThank you for agreeing to meet here. I wouldâve had you over to my place, but my roommates are kind of obnoxious.â
âThatâs okay. Thanks for the coffee.â You gesture with your cup, shaking the ice around before taking a tentative sip.
âLeast I could do, considering.â
You shrug. âYouâre already repaying me by going to my dadâs wedding with me, but Iâm not one to turn down free coffee.â
âFair enough.â He clears his throat. âSo, howâd we fall in love?â
-
Seonghwa picks you up at five pm on Saturday. He makes some comment about you looking nice that you donât really believe he means, but you return the compliment anyway. He does look good. Annoyingly so. He had told you it was a formal event but you hadnât expected him to show up in a fucking three-piece suit.
His hair is slicked back on the side to show off his undercut, and wire-rimmed glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, the reflection of traffic lights and street lamps shining in the lenses. Itâs a little intimidating to be on his arm for the night when he looks like that, not that you didnât also dress for the occasion, he just... looks so sharp.
âDo you have everything you need?â he asks as you climb into the passenger seat. âPajamas? Toothbrush?â
âI think so.â
âIf you forget something we can probably grab it at the kiosk they have in the lobby,â he assures you.
You groan. âYeah, but weâll have to pay a small fortune for it.â
âThatâs the price of convenience.â He puts the car in drive and navigates out of your apartment complexâs parking lot onto the main road. âYou can pick the music,â he offers after a moment of silence.
âBut youâre the one driving.â
âIs that a rule?â
âYeah, the driver picks the music. Have you never heard of that before?â
He shakes his head but hums thoughtfully. âNo, but I donât mind. Iâm not picky.â
âShocking,â you mutter under your breath.
âWhat was that?â
âNothing.â
You plug the aux into the lightning port on your phone and scroll through your playlist until you land on something you deem to be neutral enough to play in the background. You can feel Seonghwa watching you out of the corner of his eye but you willfully ignore it.
âDo you remember the story?â
You nod. âWe only got together officially a couple of months ago. You asked me out by waiting outside the door of one of my classes last semester-â
âWhich class?â
âUm...â you frowned, trying to remember.
âIt was pharmacology.â
âRight. Sorry.â
âJust be sure to remember that.â
âI donât think anyone is going to be interrogating us about our relationship,â you scoff.
Seonghwa takes a deep breath. âYouâre right, Iâm sorry. This is just important to me and it needs to be believable. If anyone were to find out that I tried to pull this shit off just to get on Harveyâs good side... I donât even know what would happen to me. Like, would I get expelled? I definitely wouldnât get the position, I-â
âWoah,â you cut him off before he can spiral any further, âwe... donât have to do this. You can drop me off back at my apartment and pretend like it never happened. I wonât make you go to the wedding...â
âNo, no I need you,â Seonghwa insists, panicked. âIt just... didnât occur to me how stupid this idea was until now.â
âIf you think itâs a bad idea we shouldnât do it,â you reason.
âIt is a bad idea,â he agrees, âbut I donât know what else to do. Jung Wooyoung is vying for the same spot and heâs way more likable than me.â
âThatâs not true, heâs just more of a kiss-ass.â
âSame thing. Either way, I already told them I was bringing a plus-one so I canât show up without you.â
You nod, holding back from suggesting other alternatives. Seonghwa seemed resolute on going through with it and it wouldnât do any good to try and convince him otherwise. He was like you in that way. Stubborn to a fault. Trying to âfixâ the problem would only start an argument and that was the last thing you needed right now. So you let it go, and it only killed you on the inside a little bit.
-
Seonghwa checks into your room as soon as you get to the hotel. Since itâs late in the afternoon, itâs already ready, and you go up to drop off your things before navigating to the ballroom together.
You try to ignore the single king-size bed in the middle of the room but itâs like itâs glaring right at you, taunting you in the reflection of the vanity mirror as you reapply your lipgloss. If Seonghwa notices your apprehension about it he doesnât say anything.
âWe donât have to go over the top,â Seonghwa reminds you in the elevator. âYou donât have to kiss me or be super touchy if you donât want to. Some hand holding and familiarity should do it.â
âAre you sure?â
He smirks at you. âI mean, if you want to kiss me, youâre more than welcome to. But it wasnât part of our agreement.â
You stare at him. He had never said anything like that to you before. It felt like it had come out of nowhere. The smirk falls when he sees your reaction and he side steps away from you, clearing his throat awkwardly.
âSorry, I was, uh, I was kidding. It was, I wasnât-â
The elevator dings to signal its arrival on the first floor before Seonghwa can finish whatever excuse he was stuttering through. He motions for you to exit first, putting his arm in front of the door to keep it from closing. When you turn back to look at him, heâs all calm and collected again like nothing even happened. The only evidence of ruffled feathers was the pressed set of his lips and the pink tinge of his cheeks.
âReady?â he asks, straightening his tie.
âAs Iâll ever be.â
He offers his hand to you and you take it, entwining your fingers with his. His thumb finds the back of your hand and draws absentminded circles. Youâre not sure if itâs supposed to be comforting but it is.
There are already a few people mingling when you and Seonghwa make it to the ballroom. You donât recognize any of them but that was to be expected. Seonghwa had said that it was an intimate event, just Dr. Harvey, his mentees, and their potential plus-ones. Not everyone is here yet from what you can tell. You canât hear Jung Wooyoungâs loud voice echoing throughout the hall so you figure he must be one of the late ones.
The way the room is decorated reminds you a bit of Christmas with the opulent chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the ivy garlands laid across the tables. All that's missing are the trees wrapped in lights and potted poinsettias in every corner.
Dr. Harvey is in the middle of a conversation with a couple of other students when he spots the two of you. He excuses himself and approaches you with a smile.
âIâm glad that you both could make it!â he says, greeting you with a hug.
He hugs your fake boyfriend next and claps him firmly on the back. Seonghwa coughs at the unexpected hit but plays it off easily with a chuckle.
âWhen Park told me he was bringing you, I thought he was kidding. I couldnât believe he finally got the guts to ask you out.â
Seonghwa stiffens next to you but keeps the smile plastered on his face. You, on the other hand, canât mask your surprise.
âWhat do you mean?â you press.
âOh, just that I sort of wondered if you kids would get together,â he explains. âYou used to argue in my class all the time as undergraduates, but whenever we had group activities you would pair up anyway.â
âThatâs because we didnât trust anyone else with the work,â Seonghwa points out.
You squeeze his hand urgently, trying to tell him to shut the fuck up before he ruins his chances with his big mouth. Thankfully, he seems to get the message and relaxes a little but you can tell he still wants to protest.
âYou didnât even trust each other with the work,â the professor corrects. âYou would bicker about every little thing under your breath when you thought I couldnât hear even though you always sat in the front of the classroom.â
âI guess we are a little competitive,â you admit with a grin, looking up at Seonghwa with what you hope comes across as affection.
âThatâs an understatement, my love,â he agrees.
âWell, itâs nice to see that youâve been able to turn that energy into something positive,â Dr. Harvey says. âWhat changed?â
âWell, weâd been seeing each other for a while and finally decided to make it official,â Seonghwa muses.
And by âseeing each otherâ he meant fucking. When you decided on your story that day in the cafe, Seonghwa had said it would make the most sense if your fake relationship budded from a friends-with-benefits thing- or acquaintances with benefits, whatever the two of you were. But of course, you couldnât tell your professor that so you had to more so imply it by talking around the subject.
âWell, I hope that you being together means Iâll get to see more of your face. Park, you need to bring your girlfriend around the department some time. Iâm sure the other faculty miss you too.â
Seonghwa nods. âIâll be sure to do that, sir.â
âGreat! I think some more people are starting to trickle in so I should go say hello, but please help yourselves to drinks while we wait for dinner.â
You both thank him and wait before saying anything else to each other.
âI think that went okay,â Seonghwa sighs.
âCouldâve been worse,â you agree.
He takes a quick look around before turning back to you. âDo you want something to drink, baby?â
âGod, yes.â
At the bar, Seonghwa orders you both a glass of wine. Itâs an open bar but thereâs a little fish bowl for tips balanced on the edge of the counter so he deposits a couple of bills in it as he thanks the bartender.
He holds one of the glasses out to you with a half-smile. âCheers.â
âTo getting through the night,â you propose.
âTo getting through the night.â
-
Dinner is a choice between a chicken pasta dish, a beef and potatoes dish, and ratatouille that could be made vegan upon request.
âDoes the pesto have pine nuts in it?â Seonghwa asks the server when he reaches your end of the table.
âNo, all of our options tonight are nut-free,â he replies.
âPerfect, thank you. Did you want the pasta, then, baby?â
âI- yes please.â
âAnd Iâll get the beef and we can share.â
âSounds good,â the server says as he jots down your orders on his little notepad.
You wait until he moves on to the next guest before leaning over to your date and whispering âI canât believe you remembered.â
âHm?â
âYou remembered... Iâm allergic to tree nuts.â
He shrugs like itâs no big deal and murmurs, âyou almost dying in the middle of chem lab our freshman year is pretty hard to forget.â
He had a point. Still, you were surprised he remembered the girl that collapsed to the floor and had to be stabbed in the thigh with an EpiPen all those years ago as you. Youâre not sure if youâd remember the details so clearly if it were the other way around.
All of the dishes were pre-prepared by the hotelâs event catering staff so they were served almost immediately after the orders were taken.
Dr. Harvey led the conversation, engaging each of his students about their studies and personal lives. He was even sure to include the plus ones at the table, making an effort to get to know them as well. That was why Dr. Harvey had been one of your favorite professors, why youâd agreed to TA for him when he asked. He genuinely cared about his students, wanted them to succeed and was willing to go the extra mile to help them do so. You still remember crying in his office over a failed lab report, remember how he had patiently walked you through what youâd done wrong until it finally clicked for you, how he ended up giving you half of the credit you missed back just for following up and showing how dedicated you were to learning the material.
Even now as he listens to his mentees talk about everything under the sun, he doesnât want anyone to feel left out.
A hand on your thigh startles you out of your zoning out. You had been trying your best to pay attention but itâs just so hard to stay attentive when Wooyoung opens his mouth. Heâs been talking about algae for what you estimate to be the past twelve minutes- so in your defense, you never stood a chance anyway.
âDo you want another glass of wine?â Seonghwa asks, low enough for only you to hear.
You hadnât even realized youâd finished your first one. It had probably happened sometime in the middle of Wooyungâs rambling.
âYes please.â
âOkay, be right back.â
He stands from the table and takes both yours and his empty glasses in one hand, using the other to push his chair back in. Thankfully, heâs back before you can be cornered by the others at the table. You can feel it, the curiosity your presence invokes from your peers. You only recognize a few of them but all of the sideways glances make you wonder how many of them suspect why youâre really here. Maybe youâre being paranoid. Maybe theyâre just surprised Seonghwa managed to pull anyone at all... no, that couldnât be it. Heâs too hot, his personality alone wouldnât be enough to deter anyone from going out with him.
âWhatâs wrong?â
You take a sip from your newly refilled glass of wine and try to play it off. âHm? What do you mean?â
âYouâre making a face.â
âWhat face? This is just my face.â
âNo, youâve got that wrinkle in between your eyebrows. Youâre worrying about something. What is it?â
You sigh and lean over to whisper in his ear. âI feel like your... friends think itâs weird that Iâm here.â
âThese people arenât my friends.â
âI know. I didnât know what else to call them- is that really the part of what I said that you think is important?â
âWhy do you think they think itâs weird?â
âI donât know, I just keep noticing everyone looking at me.â
âItâs probably because youâre pretty,â he suggests, which makes you want to change the subject entirely.
He thinks youâre pretty? Does he think youâre pretty or does he think other people think youâre pretty? What would possess him to say something like that?
âThat- no, itâs not that.â
âHow can you be sure?â
âBecause I know what a dirty look is and Iâve been getting a lot of them. Do you think theyâre onto us?â
Seonghwa makes a displeased sound in the back of his throat. âI donât know. Maybe I underestimated the number of people applying for the same position as me.â
âMaybe, and maybe they know we havenât always gotten along and are suspicious of why this is the first theyâre hearing of us dating.â
âI guess we need to turn it up, then,â Seonghwa muses under his breath.
âWha- thatâs not what I-â
-
After dinner, thereâs a bit of mingling. You get the opportunity to formally introduce yourself to the guests youâve never met before and answer the burning question on everyoneâs mind as to why youâre there in the first place.
Seonghwaâs hand is warm on the small of your back, making you wish you had decided against wearing a backless dress. Although, you suspect you still would have been able to feel the heat of his palm through the silk had it offered more coverage.
âDidnât think you had it in you, Park,â Hongjoong, you thought his name was, says as he wraps an arm around his own date. In her heels, sheâs taller than him by an inch or so, and somehow it only makes the man more intimidating. âThought you were too busy for dating, or was that just an excuse?â
âI am busy. But when you meet the right person, you make time. You of all people should know that.â
Hongjoong narrows his eyes almost imperceptibly and grins. âYouâre right, weâre all fools for love, arenât we?â
âIt certainly seems that way.â
Seonghwa and Hongjoong continue exchanging semi-polite small talk until the latterâs date tugs him away, mumbling something about needing another drink.
âI didnât realize you were so popular,â you say under your breath once the two are out of earshot.
âYeah, youâre not the only one who hates me,â he mutters.
âAnd here I thought we had something special.â
Seonghwa gives you a half-smile. âSorry to break it to you like this.â
âFor what itâs worth, I donât hate you,â you clarify, voice lowered.
He canât hide his surprise as his eyes widen. âWait, really?â
You nod. âI wouldnât lie about something like that.â
He straightens up a bit, stiffening, and you wonder if youâve said something wrong. âGood to know.â
You each have another drink before the night ends. Champagne is served with dessert and Dr. Harvey proposes a toast to all of his students once everyoneâs gathered around the table again.
You clink your glass to Seonghwaâs and take a sip. The bubbles soothe your throat, making the lies youâve been telling all night easier to swallow.
Youâre not drunk, you havenât had that much to drink, but the alcohol is definitely making you feel lighter. People have started filtering out of the ballroom to go to their rooms but a few linger a little longer, taking advantage of the free booze and relaxed atmosphere. Your professor flits between the remaining students, continuing conversations that had been cut short during or before dinner.
Soft music is playing over the speakers and a few couples are dancing to it. Seonghwa hadnât said anything about dancing, it probably wasnât on the actual itinerary, but he draws you out to the floor without warning. You want to protest but his hands are already on your hips and your chest is already pressed to his. You donât think youâve ever been this close to him, save bumping into each other in labs and accidentally spilling samples down your coats. Based on the number of times that had happened, you donât expect Seonghwa to be particularly graceful. But he seems intent on proving you wrong as he leads you to the rhythm.
âI didnât know you could dance,â you murmur.
âThereâs a lot you donât know about me,â he quips back.
You quirk an eyebrow. âYeah? Like what?â
He seems to think about it for a moment before answering. âI love Star Wars.â
âI already knew that.â
âWhat?â
âYou used to bring a Darth Vader thermos to class. The lid was his helmet.â
âLegos?â
âLego guy keychain.â
âAnimal Crossing?â
âYouâd literally play it in class.â
Seonghwa smirks. âWow.â
âWhat?â
âI just didnât realize you were obsessed with me.â
âWha- Iâm not obsessed with you!â you sputter. âIâm just very observant! And you make your interests too obvious.â
âSure, whatever you say,â he teases, making you roll your eyes.
He spins you before you get the chance to argue again, extending his arm all the way and then whipping it back so that youâre stumbling into his embrace.
âMy turn, then?â he asks.
You feel your face scrunch up in confusion before you can stop it. âWhat do you mean?â
âYour favorite color is pink,â he whispers, as if itâs some kind of secret. âYou love The Lord of the Rings. You quote it all the time. You like to cook. You always brought your leftovers for lunch and everyone would ask how you made whatever it was because it smelled so good.â
Youâre staring at him now, lips slightly parted in surprise. His gaze flickers down to them and then back up. He smiles.
âYouâre not the only observant one.â
A song is still playing but youâve stopped dancing. Itâs like youâre standing in the eye of a storm, surrounded by music and conversation that blurs and distorts around you. It all sounds muffled, but that might just be the ringing in your ears. You realize whatâs about to happen a moment before it does but youâre still unprepared when Seonghwa kisses you.
His lips are softer than you expected, not that youâve imagined kissing him before... not that you ever wondered. His arms are still around your waist and he pulls you in closer, deepening the kiss.
Youâre stiff at first, unsure of what to do with your arms or your own lips, but you relax when you feel his tongue swipe at your bottom lip. He makes a contented sort of sound in the back of his throat when you open your mouth for him. Itâs just slightly, just enough for him to get a taste, but he seems pleased nonetheless.
Distant cheering in the background startles the both of you out of your daze, pops the little bubble youâd somehow found yourselves in. Itâs then that you remember that youâre in public, and that you probably shouldnât be sucking each other's faces off in the middle of this very nice ballroom in front of your peers.
You part, both a little breathless.
âI hope that was okay,â Seonghwa whispers against your cheek.
âIt was, yeah. It was okay. More than okay.â
âGood. Iâm glad.â He grins, the upturn of his cheeks pushing his specs higher on his nose, making glimmers of light from the chandelier dance in the reflection of the glass like stars falling from the sky. One of his hands strays from your waist to take your own. âWanna get out of here?â
Youâre nodding before your brain can fully process the question. âYes please.â
-
The journey back up to your room is a blur. You vaguely register bidding Hongjoong, Dr. Harvey, and a couple of other people whose names had long since slipped your mind goodnight. Youâre not sure what you said, Seonghwa probably took the lead.
Your cheeks are warm with embarrassment as you make your way out of the hall hand in hand. You feel like everyone knows what youâre about to do. And with a kiss like that in a crowded room, it wouldnât be hard to figure out.
But did it really matter if they knew you were about to get your back blown out? It would only help sell the story to them even more. At least, thatâs what youâre telling yourself, still not ready to admit that youâre not playing pretend anymore.
The clicking of your heels on the marble sounds entirely too loud as you walk through the lobby to the elevator bay. The lights have been dimmed for the night, emulating the darkness outside. Only a few employees remain behind the desks, stationed for any late check-ins. The rest had surely clocked out hours ago when the rush ended.
âDo you have a key?â Seonghwa asks you, eyeing the purse youâd somehow remembered to grab on your way out.
You did, but, âthereâs one in your pocket.â
His hand comes to the front of his pants, feeling for the plastic card. âRight. Sorry.â
He uses the key to activate the elevator and then he uses it again to open the door to your room. The ride up had been silent, and a little awkward, both of you standing on opposite sides of the tiny room, avoiding eye contact.
You wonder if the energy has shifted, if the moment has passed. Had he suddenly come to his senses? Was he already regretting kissing you?
You donât get the chance to ask either of these things, however, because heâs kissing you again as soon as you stumble into the room. Itâs dark, so everything is a little uncoordinated, but it almost seems fitting for you and Seonghwa.
He presses you up against the door, fingers fumbling with the ties on the back of your dress. Itâs hard for him to undo them when he canât see what heâs doing, too occupied with kissing his way down your neck.
âFuck this,â he gasps, breaking away. âLift up your arms.â
You do, gasping as Seonghwa tugs the silk up and over your head. Itâs the kind of dress you canât wear a bra with so youâre left completely bare from the waist up.
âFuck me,â he breathes, running his hands over your body.
âIâm trying.â
A beat lapses before Seonghwa lets out a quiet chuckle. Youâre the one to pull him back this time, tugging at his suit jacket as you kiss him in an attempt to get it off his shoulders.
âLet me, um,â he mumbles against your lips, feeling along the wall of the little hallway youâre standing in for something. âLet me turn on a lamp or something. I want to see you.â
The comment makes you feel shy but youâd be lying if you said you didnât want to see him too so you let him go and only laugh a little bit when he trips over his suitcase on the way over to the desk.
âOh, would you rather have it off?â he asks, noticing the way youâre holding your arms over your chest.
âNo, no, I want to see you too,â you assure him. âI just feel kind of weird being the only one naked.â
âWell thatâs an easy fix.â
He makes his way back over to you, loosening his tie as he does. He leaves it hanging around his neck so that you can take it off for him. The satin feels heavy in your hands and you wonder briefly how it would feel tied around your wrists- another time, maybe.
Seonghwa focuses on unbuttoning his shirt while you lift the tie over his head, hands brushing together as you work in tandem.
You reach for his belt but he ducks out of your grasp with a grin, shrugging off the button up as he sinks down onto his knees in front of you. You barely register the feeling of his hands on your thighs. Youâre too caught up with the way heâs looking up at you. Heâs taken his glasses off, though you donât know when- or where heâs put them for that matter, and is gazing up at you like painted the cosmos themselves. Like he fully intends on worshiping you.
Park Seonghwa on his knees. What a sight.
âCan I?â he asks, fingers gently wedging themselves in between your legs to part them. âPlease?â
You nod.
âI need you to say it.â
âYou can,â you whisper.
âI can... what?â Seonghwa presses. âI havenât even said what it is I want to do to you.â
Heâs taunting you now. Itâs obvious what he meant when he asked you but he just loves pushing your buttons too much to stop, even when heâs on the verge of begging to taste your pussy.
âYou can do whatever you want to me,â you breathe.
âFuck.â
You nearly lose your balance as Seonghwa lifts one of your legs over his shoulder but he plants both of his hands on your ass and pulls you onto his face before that can happen. He groans at the first taste of you, even though itâs over your panties. Youâre not sure whether he meant to leave them on to be even more of a tease or if he had just simply forgotten to take them off in the rush to get you on his tongue.
Theyâre the seamless kind, the kind that arenât supposed to show through thin material. Youâd chosen to wear them with your dress instead of suffering through the discomfort of a thong all night. The comfort was a benefit. The sheerness was a drawback. You might as well not be wearing anything with how form fitting they were, especially considering how wet you already are.
Your hands are in Seonghwaâs hair and youâre trying not to pull too hard but you have to anchor yourself to something or youâre afraid your knees will buckle.
âThatâs it,â he praises, nose nudging your clit as he licks into you. Itâs muffled but you can still make it out, if just barely. âHarder, baby.â
âAre you s-sure?â
He nods and the motion makes you want to cry out. âI wonât break. Promise.â
You decide to trust his word and tug a little harder. He moans and rewards you by pushing his tongue inside of you. He can only go so far with the fabric of your underwear restricting him but itâs enough to get you to whimper his name.
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God, you sound so pretty, itâs almost too much for Seonghwa to handle. You taste just as good as heâd always imagined, better even, and heâs losing all sense of control because of it. He can tell heâs making you feel good but this wonât be enough to get you to cum, at least, not as hard as he wants you to before he fucks you... if thatâs where the night ends up going. He would be more than happy to have you cum on his tongue, kiss you goodnight, and then fall asleep beside you if thatâs what you wanted.
He manages to get your panties out of the way and to the side with his teeth before diving back in and sucking your clit into his mouth. You make a little surprised sound and melt into him even more.
He wants to get his fingers inside of you too, but it would be difficult with the way the two of you are positioned so he pulls back and jerks his head in the direction of the bed. You help him to his feet and pull him in for a kiss, moaning at the way you taste on his lips.
Seonghwa didnât think it was possible for him to get any harder than he already is but youâre always going and proving him wrong.
You release him after another moment and fall back onto the mattress, calling to him like a siren. You donât actually say anything, but you donât have to. The sight of you on the bed youâll share with your legs spread and your thighs still glistening with your arousal and his saliva is all itâd take for Seonghwa to throw himself into the sea and drown in you.
He takes off his slacks finally, just to give himself a bit of relief, and joins you on the bed as fast as humanly possible.
âCan I take these off?â he asks, running his fingers over the soaked patch of your underwear.
âPlease,â you laugh.
You lift your hips so that he can pull them off of you and then heâs back in between your legs with your thighs clamped around his head so tightly he canât hear anything aside from your desperate pleas for him not to stop.
He doesnât even realize heâs been grinding into the mattress until youâre cumming on his tongue and it takes everything in him to hold back from falling over the edge with you.
âHwa...â
Your voice is so distant he doesnât hear it until you repeat it. The nickname makes his heart do a little somersault. Youâve never called him that before. It makes him want to smile like an idiot and not fight so hard to suppress those pesky feelings heâs been harboring for you for God knows how long. He wants to kiss you all over and make love to you and give you a little house on his Animal Crossing island even though heâd have to rearrange the entire layout. He actually brought his switch with him, itâs in his bag and he could go get it right now and-
âHwa!â
Fuck. Right. He pushes the aforementioned feelings down again, clears his throat, and plays it cool. âHm? Whatâs up?â His voice cracks on the âupâ because of course it does. So much for playing it cool.
âCan you fuck me, please?â
He feels like he could fall through the floor. How the fuck could you sound so polite asking to get your back blown out like that? His dick twitches against his thigh and Seonghwa has to take a deep breath to steel himself before answering.
âYou sure you want to keep going? You want this?â
âGod, yes,â you whine, leaning forward to try and pull him on top of you. âAre you going to make me beg for it?â
Tempting, but, âno, itâs just... I have to tell you something.â
Jesus, was he really doing this now? It felt like the worst possible moment to bring it up but he wouldnât be able to forgive himself if he slept with you without coming clean. Heâd already gone further than he probably should have, judgment clouded by lust and alcohol and the lingering scent of your perfume on your neck.
You face falls, making Seonghwa realize he definitely should have worded it differently.
âItâs not anything bad! I donât think...â
âJust tell me,â you say flatly.
âUm, remember in the car earlier today when we were going through our story, and you couldnât remember what class I asked you out after?â
âAnd you yelled at me about it?â
âI didnât yell at you-â he pauses, and squeezes his eyes shut. This was why he kept going back and forth over what he was about to say, why he was hesitating even now. âI reacted the way I did because... I actually was going to ask you out that night after your pharmacology class got out.â
âWhat?â
âI was there, waiting outside and I-I chickened out.â
You blink in disbelief. âYou donât... hate me?â
âHate you? I never hated you!â You give him a look. âThere was a bit of... animosity between us, but it was never hate! At least, not for me! Did you hate me?â
Itâs your turn to feel exposed. Thatâs what Seonghwa thinks you feel anyway, from the look on your face.
âNo... I already told you I didn't! It was... what you described.â
Seonghwa narrows his eyes at you. âI donât believe you.â
âI mean, like you said, it wasnât hate. I just didnât particularly like you. And I thought that was a mutual thing.â
âIt was!â he agrees quickly. A little too quickly, maybe. âIt was. For a while. And then it wasnât. But I never said anything about it because I kept thinking it was just a phase I was going through. I thought Iâd get over it and youâd never have to know.â
âBut that never happened?â He shakes his head. âBut you built up the courage to show up and ask me out that day. You had to have accepted it then.â
He sighs and rolls onto his back. âI guess I did, but like I said, I was a coward. When I peeked through the window on the door, I saw you laughing and joking around with your friends and I just thought about how itâs never been like that with us. And I thought itâd never work out because weâre... us. We bicker all of the time. Weâre always competing. That didnât magically go away when I realized I had feelings for you. So I thought you deserved someone who youâd actually get along with.â
âWell, that should have been up to me to decide,â you say.
âI know,â Seonghwa admits with a groan. Then, he bolts upright. âWait, would you have said yes?â
âProbably.â
âWhat do you mean probably?â
âI mean, I wouldâve liked to see where it went. Iâve always thought you were attractive.â
âReally?â
âYeah, itâs one of the things about you that annoyed me.â Seonghwa scoffs. âJust being honest.â
âWell, if Iâm being honest,â he counters, propping himself up on his elbow. âI kind of like it when we bicker.â
âDonât tell me it turns you on.â
âOnly sometimes.â
You roll your eyes at him. âYouâre sick.â
He shrugs. âItâs only because youâre so hot when youâre mad at me.â
âYou must be really horny right now, then,â you mutter.
âYouâre mad at me?â
âYes, Iâm mad at you! Youâve been keeping your little crush on me a secret all this time! And you chose now to tell me?â
âI know, Iâm sorry. I have the worst timing.â
âUnderstatement of the year.â
Seonghwa figures he deserves that one so he lets it slide even though it chips at his pride. âWait, so... what does that make us? If we feel the same way, shouldnât we give it a real shot?â
You groan, putting your hands over your face. âCan we talk about it after you fuck me stupid? Iâm still so wet I canât think about anything else.â
âOh yeah, right.â He sits up and rolls back on top of you, caging you in. He presses his thigh between your legs so that you can grind on it as he kisses you again. âAre you sure arguing with me doesnât make you horny?â he teases. âCan feel you throbbing against me, baby.â
âIâm horny because youâre hot and your dick is hard.â
And because you like him, Seonghwa thinks giddily.
âWe can talk about it later, then,â he surrenders, reaching down to pump himself a few times. âAs long as youâll say youâre mine.â
You tilt your head to the side as you process his request. âYours?â
âMine.â
âYou want me to be yours?â
âIf thatâs something you want.â
âIt is something I want.â
âThen say it.â
âIâm yours.â
âFuck,â Seonghwa hisses, grinding against you. Heâs not even inside of you yet and he feels like he could explode.
âPlease, Hwa,â you whisper and reach down to line him up yourself.
âWait fuck, I donât have a condom.â
âI have an IUD. Itâs okay,â you assure him.
âAre you sure?â
âAs long as youâre clean.â
âI am, I havenât been with anyone since last year, and Iâve been tested.â
âMe too.â
âThen weâre good?â he asks.
âWeâre good.â
âPerfect. Deep breath, baby.â
Seonghwaâs arms threaten to give out the instant he begins to push himself inside of you. He should have been the one to take a deep breath. He already knows how you taste so he really should have been more prepared for how good you would feel but then again Seonghwa had always been a bit Icarian in nature so his overly ambitious attitude is pretty par for the course in light of everything.
âHold on, just... just give me a second,â he stutters.
He swears you clench around him purposefully, playing it off with a meek âsorry, it was an accidentâ when he glares at you. He wouldnât put it past you to turn this into a competition too, but he wants to remember your first time together as something special. He wants to be in the moment with you, wants to make you cum over and over and over on his cock until you canât say anything but his name. He wants to make tonight all about you. He wants to make every night about you, but heâll have to start with tonight.
âAre you okay?â you ask him, voice so sweet he almost has to pull out so he doesnât end whatâs barely started.
âYou feel too good,â he admits, dropping his head into the crook of your shoulder.
âIf you cum now, we can just go again, right?â
Right. He forgot about that. He needs to stop thinking with his dick.
âYeah, right. Right.â
âFucked out already?â you tease, brushing his hair out of his eyes.
âItâs you,â he pants weakly. âHow can I not be?â
You open your mouth, probably about to say something smart in reply but he rolls his hips just as you do, pushing himself deeper inside of you. The words seem to dissolve on your tongue, your mouth falling open in a moan instead.
âWhat was that, baby?â he asks, moving even faster now.
You answer in mumbled nonsense. Seonghwa smirks down at you and leans forward to kiss the point where your neck meets your collarbone. He thinks about what a hickey would look like there, what kind of attention it would draw from everyone tomorrow morning.
He canât dwell on it for too long, though, because youâre yanking him back up by his hair, warning him that youâre about to cum.
âAlready?â
âItâs you,â you repeat his own words back to him, and he feels his own stomach tense up in anticipation. âYou and your perfect dick.â
Okay, so, less romantic than his sentiment but the structure was still there. It made him feel warm inside nonetheless.
âCan I cum, please? Please?â
âDo you think you can be quiet? We donât want a noise complaint, remember?â
âI c-can be quiet.â
Youâre lying through your teeth and Seonghwa can tell, heâs known you for so long now that he;âs memorized all of your tells. But heâs right there on the edge too and he wants nothing more than to cum with you.
âIâm close too, baby. Shit, can I cum inside you? Please?â
âGod, yes- please, give it to me...â
He kisses you as he cums, managing to swallow some of your moans and cries of his name as you cum even harder than you did the first time. Heâs sensitive by the time you finally come down from it but he doesnât pull out.
âCan we lay like this for a second?â
You nod easily, letting out a soft laugh when Seonghwa drops his weight on top of you. âI donât think I can move anyway.â
âNot with that attitude, you canât.â
âOh my god, get off of me.â
âSorry, what was that? Couldnât hear you.â
âYouâre the worst!â
âThe worst at what?â
âEverything!â
âYou didnât seem to think that a few minutes ago,â he points out.
âIâm having post-nut clarity,â you mumble, pushing weakly at his shoulders.
âI didnât know that happened to girls,â he muses.
âThereâs a lot you donât know about women,â you snap, still struggling underneath him. âMaybe if you talked to one once and a while youâd be more knowledgeable on the subject.â
âIâm talking to you, arenât I?â
âThatâs because I- are you getting hard again?â you ask in disbelief.
âI told you that bickering with you turns me on!â
âYou are unbelievable!â
Seonghwa kisses you and rolls his hips experimentally. You moan, relaxing under him immediately.
âFuck, that feels good,â you sigh against his lips.
âYeah, weâre definitely going to be late to brunch tomorrow.â
happy birthday emily!! i'm so lucky to call you my bestie and i hope you enjoyed your very late present :)
Repaired.
This is âLoved.â pt. 2
Summary: Two weeks had passed when you decided to turn on your phone again. And it was a good decision because if he hadnât called you that night, you wouldnât have gone back.
Word count: 3.2k+ (whoops)
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: poly!ateez x neutral!reader
Warnings: depression, blaming, lots of crying (let me know if I missed something) be careful while reading.
Notes: it is time muahaha this is part two to âLoved.â I hope you will enjoy it just as much as the first part and I hope it meets your expectations hehe prepare for a lot of emotions. I usually try to include every member equally in poly fanfics but I had to put a few focuses here.
Taglist: after the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)
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The dorm had not been the same ever since you had left. The first few days had been pure horror, every single one of them could feel the pain of your absence with every minute. Even when they tried to find comfort in each other, it didnât take long for their thoughts to go back to you. They were down. Powerless. Numb.
It was like someone ripped their hearts out. But not only once. Because every time they remembered that you left, they also remembered that it was their own fault. When even Yunho decided to skip their regular dance practice, the management realized that they had to do something. After three days of forcing them to work, the group fell into a strange rhythm.
Their apartment had never been tidier. But that wasnât a good thing. Cleaning was the only thing that Seonghwa could do to keep you out of his mind, to avoid falling into this empty black hole and crying till late at night. And the others would have been worried if they werenât so absorbed into their own worlds.
Hongjoong didnât even come home anymore, always blasting loud music on his headphones to overpower the loudness of his own thoughts. The tracks that had been emerging from his studio were nothing but heart breaking. It was either a soft, flowing sorrowful melody or the heaviest beats and drums to which he screamed out the anger he felt at himself.
Wooyoung wasnât much different. He hadnât left the dance studio in days. He didnât even allow himself to sleep on cushions, sleeping on the hard cold ground of the studio instead. He wanted to remind himself of how you must have felt, sleeping in their empty apartment while they were having fun with someone else. Every night he lied awake, thinking about your smile, your eyes, your love. And every day he danced until his body couldnât take it anymore.
The same goes for Jongho and Yeosang. As soon as they were done with the daily schedule, they went to the gym and didnât leave until late at night. They didnât work out together but they were there for the same purpose. Overshadowing the pain in their hearts with physical pain. Pushing themselves through the hardest sets while ignoring every scream of their muscles to give them a break.
Yunho and San were the opposite, locking themselves up in their room the moment they could and playing video games until the sun rose. But instead of hearing their usual screams of victory or swears when they lost, it was silent. They just sat in front of their screens, pressing keys, for hours and hours until they fell into bed.
Gladly their manager came in once a day, forcing them to eat.
But one of them was affected the most. One that did neither of those things the others did to avoid thinking of you. Mingi hadnât left his room, except it was unavoidable. Their manager put food in front of his door but most of the time he didnât eat it. He spent all of his time in his bed, scrolling through social media or just lying awake, feeling nothing but an incredibly numbness in his body. He didnât have the need to eat, to shower, or to sleep. He didnât even notice falling asleep sometimes as it wasnât much different from the state he was in anyway. His sleep paralysis was hunting him and going outside became harder and harder with every day.
But there was one thing he was consistently doing. And that was calling you every evening, hoping you would pick up so he could apologize and beg you to come back. So he could get rid of the guilt that was eating him alive. If only he had acted on his thoughts earlier.
Two weeks had passed when you decided to turn on your phone again. You had stayed at a little motel at the sea, taking a walk on the beach everyday and befriending the old local ladies. At some point you started meeting up with them for dinner, telling them all about your life and the reason why you were staying there.
And even the grandmaâs were fighting over your decision. One side was very eager for you to forgive your boyfriends because there was no evil intent but the other side was pretty firm on the âif they really love you, they wouldâve noticedâ narrative. But in the end, they were the ones convincing you to check your phone because âitâs important how hurt they are by you leaving, this way you can find out if they understand and regret what they did to you.â. You felt horrible even thinking about their reaction and knowing at least one of them cried broke your heart. But the old ladies were right.
Tears swelled up in your eyes as you scrolled through your phone, seeing all the missed calls and messages. Even their management had tried to reach you. But soon enough you noticed a pattern. In the beginning you had missed calls from every single one of them but with time it was less and less. Only Mingi still tried to call you every day. You missed them a lot. It was always to quiet around you here and you werenât used to that. You missed Wooyoung bursting into your room without knocking and hearing Jonghoâs heavenly vocals while he was in the shower. Hell you even missed staying awake till late at night to eat with Hongjoong when he finally got home.
You were so lost in your thoughts that you didnât even realise that your phone was buzzing. Mingi on the other hand was ripped out of his trance by the regular beep from his phone. He had gotten so used to âthe person you are trying to call is currently unavailable, please try again later.â that it caught him totally off guard when his phone actually started beeping. His heart was beating up to his throat as he was holding his breath, waiting for you to answer.
You had taken the call out of reflex before you even realized who was calling you.
âHello?â A deep shaking voice echoed through your phone, causing you to sharply inhale. A pain that you had never felt before shot through your body before you felt an unfamiliar feeling of relief, as if a weight was taken off your shoulders.
âY/n?â Mingi asked again, his heart still pounding in his chest. You took a deep breath and collected yourself before answering.
âHello Mingi, how have you been?â You responded, being met with silence. After a few seconds of nobody saying anything, you heard him quietly crying on the other side of the line.
âMin-â You wanted to call out but you were interrupted by him sobbing. âIâm so sorry Y/n! You have no idea how much we miss you.. how much I miss you.. I shouldâve said something! I knew that something changed but the least thing that we wanted was making you feel bad! Please believe me.. we didnât mean to.. to hurt you.. to abandon you. We love you, please come back!â
You were completely taken aback by his sudden outburst and only noticed now that streams of tears were running down your face. Mingi was about to start talking again when you stopped him.
âMingi. Take a deep breath. I canât forgive you right now but I will come back to talk. Please tell the others.â You said emotionlessly, contradicting your current state of mind, before hanging up the phone.
Mingi hadnât even realized that he had stood up. As soon as he heard you hanging up, he stormed out of his room, nearly running over their manager who was on his way to bring him food.
âGuys guys guys. Y/n is coming back! Y/n is coming! I just talked with - well I apologised - and it was a short call but but they are coming back to us! Only to talk though, but isnât that enough? I mean I donât know what is happening but-â He immediately started babbling when he came to stand in front of the kitchen table where the rest of his members were sitting.
âMingi Mingi slow down!â Yunho had jumped up from the table to give Mingi a hug and gently rub his back. Only now Mingi noticed how heavily he was breathing.
âSo what happened?â Hongjoong asked in a stern tone, gripping his utensils harshly. The atmosphere in the room was highly tense as the seven other were waiting for Mingi to elaborate.
âI called Y/n. Like I do every night. And they answered. They said they will come back to talk and that I should tell you. Then they hung up on me.â Mingi said, calmer this time. But there was still no reaction from the rest of them. It was as if the information was still being processed in their brains, the fact that you were giving them a chance to make up for what they did.
âSo.. Y/n will be back?â Sanâs voice sounded through the quiet room, to which Mingi nodded.
From the next morning on, the tension was high. Seonghwa ran around the dorm, cleaning up every little mess and making sure you would feel comfortable and the rest were trying to do some kind of work. But none of them could concentrate on a single task because their nerves were wrecked by the possibility of you coming back every second.
You had packed your back immediately after making the call and told the motel owner that you would be leaving in the early morning. Packed with your things, you said goodbye to the old ladies, that were surprisingly already awake at this early hour and took the next train home.
Home.
It felt so strange to you, this little word. But its meaning became stronger with every foot that you got closer.
And it was the strongest when you finally stood in front of the apartment door in the early afternoon of the same day. You had your keys in your hand but you hesitated. This isn't right. So you decided to ring the bell.
Time froze inside of the dorm as the bell echoed through the rooms. It took a moment of realization before all of them stormed towards the entrance. San was the fastest so he opened the door. To your surprise a bit too fast, causing you to flinch.
But it was clear that neither of you knew what to do now so you just awkwardly stood there before San took a step back to let you in. As you entered the living room, your boyfriends stood there, lined up, as if they were about to â8 makes 1 teamâ at you. You bowed slightly before waving awkwardly.
âHello?â You asked more than actually greeting them and they mumbled the same back at you. Just like at the door, you stood there for a second before someone dared to say something.
âWeâre glad that youâre back.â Yeosang said, his voice piercing through the silence. You hadnât expected him to say something but somehow you were glad it was him. Because you knew it was sincere.
You nodded shortly before moving towards your room. The line that they were standing in split to let you through, it nearly seemed like they were scared to touch you, scared that you would break or disappear again. âIâll be in my room for now.â
You werenât ready to properly face them yet. Seeing them was overwhelming enough. You had missed them a lot, yes. But this dorm, this room also reminded you of the pain you had felt the last few months.
You locked the door behind you, sliding down with your back against it. You couldnât help but start crying and you didnât care that they could hear it.
Your sobs were ripping apart their hearts. San immediately buried his face in Wooyoungâs chest, who was still in shock from suddenly seeing you in front of him. Seonghwa went over to hug both of them, allowing himself to finally face the pain he was feeling. Even Jongho hid his face in Yunhoâs body, much to the latterâs surprise.
It was already way past midnight when you heard a knock on your door. You were sure what to do but after waiting a bit, you decided to get up and unlock your door. You thought whoever knocked had disappeared already but shortly after the unlocking click of your door was heard, the someone pressed down the door handle.
âWait who- San?â You stood right behind the door as he opened it to let himself in. His head was hanging down, his hands were holding on to his shirt and his whole body was shaking.
You didnât know what to do but you couldnât just watch as he collapsed onto the ground.
âSan? Sannie? Are you okay?â You kneeled down next to him, trying to look him in the eye but he was hiding his face. Seeing him like this physically hurt you. Your heart was clenching and in your head two thoughts were battling. âThey hurt you, let them feel how it feltâ and âyou love them, work on a solution and donât let them sufferâ. But no matter how you had been feeling, letting your loved ones suffer had no use.
âCome here.â You gently whispered before pulling San into a hug. He instantly adjusted to you, pressing his face into your body. He didnât say anything, you didnât say anything. All you did was sit there on the cold bedroom floor, bodies intertwined, for an unknown amount of time. With every minute of feeling his body pressed against yours you remembered why you loved him so much. His presence only could give you a peace of mind that nothing else could.
When you woke up the next morning, you were lying in your bed, cuddled into your blanket. San was gone and you started to think it was only a dream but you could still smell his scent on your clothes. Without looking at the time, you rubbed your eyes and walked into the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast.
âGood morning Y/n.â You were startled by the sound of Seonghwaâs voice behind you. âSan told me what happened last night. Are you alright?â His voice was soft, calming even, just like it always had been. And much to your surprise, nothing was alright anymore. Hearing these words from the one person you had always trusted your deepest feelings with, made you lose control.
âNo Seonghwa. Nothing is alright. I took a risk, I put so much effort into this. Into you. And what do I get in return? Being replaced. Do you have any idea how I felt? How it felt sitting at this damned table, waiting for you to get home only to be met with a oh sorry we already ate with someone better. And the worst part about this? I canât even stay mad at you! From the moment that I left this appointment I regretted it. Why? Because I love you. Because I love every single one of you so much that it rips out my heart to stay away. I suffered from being here and I suffered from being away so can you tell me what the fuck I am supposed to do!?â
You didnât even mean to throw all of this at him but it felt good. It felt good to let it out. All the frustration, all the anger you had been feeling. To just say it.
But all that Seonghwa did was take you into his arms.
âWe love you too Y/n and I can tell you there was not a single second during the last two weeks that we didnât regret making you feel that way. Iâm so sorry⊠Please give us another chance, I promise we wonât make the same mistake ever again. You are our star, our guide. Without you we canât work like we used to. Please allow us to continue loving you.â Those words. Those were the words you had been longing to hear for so long. And it was those words that helped you forgive them.
A few days had passed and you took your time to reconnect with them. Ever since you had been back, they treated you like a treasure, like the most precious being on earth. But there was one of them who couldnât quite forgive himself yet.
It was Tuesday and you were on your way to visit Jongho at practice. Falling back into this familiar routine was strange at first put it somehow gave you a lot of comfort as well. As you got closer to his usual practice room, you already heard his heart wrenching vocals hammering out a ballad, as usual. You stood in front of the door, hesitating to go in while listening to his beautiful voice. Jongho was the one who had tried to contact you the most, after Mingi. He didnât call you but he left you little texts nearly everyday.
Right when the song ended you collected all your courage to enter the room. Jongho was standing there, his back to you, typing something into the computer.
âThat was perfect.â You said rather quietly, unsure if he could hear you. But he did, and he immediately turned around.
âY/n! What.. what are you doing here?â He asked. You could hear both confusion and pleasant surprise in his voice. You gently put down your bag on the ground before walking towards him.
âItâs Tuesday.â You answered, knowing that there was no further explanation needed. âSo.. what am I hearing next?â You flashed him a wide smile, trying to supress the emotions that were swelling up behind your mask.
Jongho quickly turned around again. âIsaac Hong - Without Youâ He said before the playback started playing. His voice was quiet, unsure when he started singing, barely getting through the first verse. You had goosebumps all over your body. The emotion he put into this song, the lyrics, the melody, everything hit a little bit too close to home. You wanted to cry but you somehow couldnât. It was Jongho who suddenly stopped singing, hiding his face in his hands.
He didnât even turn towards you when he started speaking.
âWhy did you leave us? Why didnât you talk to us? I- I wouldâve- I wouldâve said something.. I couldâve made you feel better! We made you leave⊠how can you forgive us?â His words were stabbing right through your heart. You were asking yourself those questions. How can you forgive them? How could you ever trust them again? But you needed to try. You couldnât miss out on being as happy as you were before. You couldnât miss out on loving them.
You wrapped your arms around his body tightly, taking his hands into yours. And that was when you felt his tears drop onto your skin.
âDonât ever say you loved us again! Promise that you will love us till the endâŠâ You giggled slightly as he sounded like a little kid demanding your hand in marriage. But if you can work through this, you can work through anything. And you had already decided not to leave ever again.
âDonât worry Jongho. I promise I will always love you. All of you.â
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Quite a fall | Jongho

Jongho x Reader Word count: 2180 Genre: fluff Author: maari Warnings: Reader twists her foot, fake monsters. No proofread because I wrote at midnight. Note: I don't know why but Jongho is wrecking me lately so I was kinda forced to write something with him. This actually happened to me 5 years ago lol but it didn't had a romantic ending. Summary: Who knew taking a historic fall could feel so good?
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Y/N loved her friends and couldn't live without them.
But the moment it was decided that San and Mingi would go with her to fulfill the bet, she began to wonder why she had accepted it.
And why she still called Wooyoung a friend, since the idea of the two most fearful guys in the group would go with her to the haunted mansion in the amusement park they were at was his.
The amusement park was for the whole family until the sun began to set, at night it was taken over by actors dressed as monsters.
But it wasn't just any monsters, it was Egypt themed. And the mummies were more terrifying than the 90s movie.
And what was the bet? The least brave three had lost at Rock Paper Scissors, and would have to enter the haunted mansion. While the others were outside recording.
However, they were one floor below the mansion because they had gone on the Viking boat earlier, which made her practically lose her voice since besides being afraid of monsters and anything involving horror, she was also afraid of heights.
Y/N grabbed San's arm on one side while the other pushed Mingi to go ahead, the three of them stared at the flight of stairs as it got bigger and bigger.
It wasn't just because the mansion was close but because one of the monsters was at the top of the stairs, scaring anyone who passed by.
"Stop being cowards!" Hongjoong yelled, clearly amused that he wasn't chosen.
"Complain again and you go along with us!" Y/N shouted, turning to face him angrily and saw the boys laughing at him, who raised his hands in surrender and stayed quiet.
"You guys know this is a really bad idea, right?" San spoke, cowering next to Y/N, he gripped her hand tightly as she held onto his arm.
"It's Mingi's fault!" she complained and the taller one stopped, looking at her in disbelief.
"How could I guess?" he asked, trying to hide behind Y/N. "Stop pushing me!"
"You're the tallest, you have to go first!" she said, trying to push him back. "And you bet with Wooyoung, it's obvious he was serious."
"I thought he was talking about the roller coaster." he defended himself.
The bet was simple: with the opening of the park, they divided into groups of three and whoever arrived late would have to face one of their fears, as well as pay for snacks. San, Mingi, Y/N, Yeosang, Yunho and Wooyoung arrived late. And it all came down to rock, paper, scissors.
Mingi was confident to compete against Yunho... and ended up losing.
The three went on high rides and paid for everyone's snacks, until Wooyoung remembered that it was the opening night of the mansion and that the three of them would have to go.
And there the three of them were, afraid to go up the stairs.
For Y/N, she had the perfect plan, she would hide behind Mingi and San, since one was taller than her and the other was stronger, very easy, she wouldn't even need to lift her head to look inside the mansion, all she had to do was stick her face in one of their shirts.
She had just forgotten that they were both as scared as she was.
After several long minutes and the rest of the group shouting that they had to go soon before the park closed, which would happen in two hours, they made it to the halfway point of the stairs.
Y/N didn't even remember her plan anymore, somehow she was leading the way, with San clutching her hand and Mingi on her side climbing slower than her. His legs were longer and yet he was behind.
"No!" San complained as she climbed another step, never taking her eyes off the monster.
"I think it's okay to pass." she replied when she saw the monster turn its back to scare a couple passing by. "He's busy."
Suddenly everything looked like a blur.
Y/N made a move to take a step forward while San and Mingi were behind her very fearful, the monster turned and faced the three. For two long seconds they stared at each other without doing anything and then the monster screamed and pretended to go to them, just projecting its body forward.
It was enough for the three of them to scream and try to run down the stairs. Just try.
Because Mingi went ahead, as he was strategically walking up the stairs slowly, San let go of Y/N's hand and in that half second their bodies blocked her field of vision. Y/N tried to go down at the same speed as San and Mingi but she was already late and her foot didn't settle on the step of the stairs.
With the fright and the vision a little blurred for having turned so fast, her strength was lost and she twisted her foot in a clumsy way and she rolled about three steps.
When she realized what had happened, at the exact moment she heard her name being called, she felt an unbearable pain in her ankle.
She took her hand to the place that seemed to be burning and a sob escaped, she didn't even realize she was crying until she noticed that her friends were running to her.
"Are you ok?" San asked worriedly and held his hand out to her.
But Y/N couldn't speak so she just shook her head.
"Y/N, get up." Mingi spoke and she sobbed again.
"I can't." she complained quietly, feeling her ankle go rigid and in her head there was only one thing going on.
That she had broken her foot.
San bent down to face her better and soon the rest of the group surrounded her.
"Y/N, what happened?" Seonghwa asked.
"I think I broke my foot." she replied between sobs and tried to look at the boys but because of the pain, she couldn't see who was in front of her. "And I think I ripped my pants."
A chorus of low chuckles was heard and she almost laughed.
"Yah, this is not the time to be joking." Wooyoung spoke.
"Can you get up?" Hongjoong asked and she even tried to support her injured palms on the floor but her legs were clearly weak from the fright and the fall.
"No." she replied weakly.
"Isn't it good to call some professional who works here and-" Yeosang's voice gradually faded as Jongho knelt beside her
"I'll carry you, okay?" he asked gently and Y/N nodded, wiping her face.
He put his arm around her knees carefully and the other went around her back, as he lifted her off the ground in his arms, Y/N felt her ankle hurt even more but her face burned not only from the pain but because Jongho was too close.
His breath was so close to her face and he carried her as if she were a feather.
If before her heart was racing because of the fright, now she doesn't even remember the monster.
Jongho took her to a concrete part that covered the root of a tree, she sat down and was now at his height.
"Is anyone going to do anything?" he questioned, looking seriously at his friends.
Yunho and Yeosang volunteered and ran in search of someone to help.
"Can you move your foot?" Hongjoong asked and bent down to help Y/N move.
She even tried but the pain was still intense.
"Ouch no, wait a minute." she screwed up her face and he stopped, looking worried.
"You're going to have to go to the hospital." Seonghwa concluded, crossing her arms and Y/N whined.
"Oh come on!' she snorted and now with her face dry, her eyes partially wet, she could face her friends properly.
"If I were you, I wouldn't argue." Wooyoung spoke and Y/N crossed her arms.
"You know how they put the bone back together? It hurts like hell!"
"Yeah, but it's not like you have a choice if you really broke your foot." San replied.
Y/N was going to look at Mingi but Jongho entered her field of vision, taking off the sweatshirt he was wearing and approached her to tie it around her waist.
Y/N kept her arms crossed but stared at Jongho's face in surprise, everyone was silent and he looked at her with raised eyebrows.
"You really ripped your pants." he explained, nodding towards Y/N and she felt her face heat up once more.
She brought her hand to her cheek slowly so as not to show that she was blushing because of it but seeing Wooyoung staring with a raised eyebrow, she knew it wasn't that subtle.
"Oh no!" she complained when she saw Yunho and Yeosang coming back, what really caught her attention was the ambulance coming after the two.
Wooyoung tried to contain his laughter when he saw the vehicle and was slapped by Seonghwa.
Y/N stared at the ambulance in disbelief that this was actually happening to her.
"I'm not going to ride that thing." she spoke softly and thought no one would hear but Jongho turned to her with a defiant face.
"Why the ambulance?" Hongjoong asked his friends.
"It'll be better to take Y/N to the hospital near here" Yunho explained as the paramedics got out of the ambulance.
"Did you know that there is assistance here at the park?" Yeosang asked, excited by the news. "Apparently that has happened a lot here."
"Come on, Y/N." Jongho approached and she looked pleadingly at him.
"Please."
"You don't want to argue with me now, do you?" he asked seriously and she was quiet.
She took a deep breath, giving up.
"Will you need a wheelchair?" one of the paramedics asked.
Y/N widened her eyes. Oh no, that would be too much for her.
"No!" she replied loudly, and threw her arm around Jongho's shoulder.
She had already been through enough humiliation that day.
She heard Jongho laugh softly as he carried her in his arms again and she glared at him, curious to know what he was laughing at but he didn't seem to want to share it now, and walked towards the ambulance without looking like she was making an effort.
He helped her into the vehicle.
"I refuse to lie on this stretcher, I didn't die!" she said when one of the paramedics indicated the gurney. "I'll sit here." she pointed to the upholstery beside her and the paramedic nodded.
"Will someone accompany you in the ambulance?" he asked, looking at the group of friends.
"I go!" Jongho volunteered first and looked at his friends. "I'll walk her into the hospital."
"We'll get the cars and we'll follow." Hongjoong spoke and the two nodded.
Jongho climbed into the ambulance and sat next to Y/N and the paramedic closed the doors, leaving the two alone in the back.
She took a deep breath and saw Jongho staring at her.
"All good?"
"It's all that stupid monster's fault!" She denied with her head. "Who scares people on the stairs?!"
He smiled discreetly.
"Not the smartest thing I've seen anyone do."
Y/N laughed.
"I bet Wooyoung recorded it, didn't he." she spoke and Jongho bit his lip, something that didn't go unnoticed by her.
"It was quite a fall."
Y/N shook her head and laughed, being followed by Jongho.
The scare was over, even if she was still in pain, she had to admit that it must have been a very funny scene that she would laugh about later.
When she had to rest for who knows how many days.
"You know what that means, right? I'm going to have to keep my foot still for days!"
"Hey, think on the bright side." Jongho pushed his shoulder against Y/N's and she glared at him with a raised eyebrow. "You got 8 slaves and if I were you I would charge Mingi even more because he left you behind on purpose."
"I knew it!' she said, slapping a hand on her thigh and reminded herself that his sweatshirt was tucked around her waist, "Aren't you cold?"
"No, I'm fine." he raised his hand in assurance and she smiled appreciatively.
"Thanks for what you did." she said and brought her face closer to kiss Jongho's soft cheek.
However, he turned his face at the same time and their lips ended up touching lightly.
The two stared at each other in surprise and once again that night, her cheeks burned because of him, shyly she looked away to anywhere in the ambulance. But Jongho brought his hand to her cheek and brought her closer, bringing their lips together again in a quick, soft kiss.
When he pulled away, his hand caressed her cheek and pressed their foreheads together.
"You really worried me."
"Well, looks like it was worth it."
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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: â smut â
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
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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 couldnât 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 Hongjoongâs choppy blonde hair, you pulled him up to look at you. âYou hungry?â He nodded, eyes scanning your naked form. âYesâ. You leaned back, propping yourself up with your arms, and opened your legs wider for him. âYou can eatâ. The sight of Hongjoongâs 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. Wooyoungâs 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 Hongjoongâs 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 couldnât control. âMingi, hold my handâ 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, âKiss?â Sanâs 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 didnât need to be told twice. He gave you what you wanted, letting you suck him into your mouth. Heâd already felt himself teetering on the edge of cumming. This wasnât 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 clitâŠteasing the tipâŠdiving 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. âCan I help you?â you teased. Jongho loosened his grip on your jaw, only a little. âI can jerk off at home. I want youâ he growled. The giggle that you let out in response wasnât meant to mock him. He was just so cute when he got like this. Sitting back up, you guided Hongjoongâs head away from your cunt. He wiped you off of his chin, sucking you off of his fingers. You turned to Seonghwa whoâd been sitting patiently, simply enjoying the experience of seeing you this way. âHwa, I want you to fuck meâ. That was a request you didnât 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. âCome, lay downâ. When you brought this table it hadnât 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. âSo good. So, so goodâ you moaned. Your praise made the waves of pleasure hit him even harder. Movement behind you reminded you of the request youâd 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 Jonghoâs 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 Hwaâs 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 couldnât 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. âFuckâ 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 Yunhoâs 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 breathingâŠshakingâŠmilking 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 Mingiâs arm. Mingi leaned over, concerned at how exhausted you seemed. âDo you want me to stop?â âNoâ you whined, âPlease, noâ. 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 youâd black out. Itâd be worth it. âHarderâ 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 couldnât 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 Yeosangâs neck, you caught Hongjoongâs gaze. âJoongieâ. Stopping himself even though he was close to release, he rushed to be next to you. âWhereâs my Youngie?â you questioned, eyes scanning the only side of the room you could see. âHereâ 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 Wooâs cock. And then Joongâs. 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.