#jeon wonwoo x reader
genre: flomf + a smudge of angst
pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader
series:Song Fic Series! - Run to You
word count: 3.8k
summary: childhood friends should never be separated
author’s notes: are posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL
Jeon Wonwoo watched the scenery outside of the train window as the machine made its way to Changwon. The sun had set a good hour ago, and he was completely aware that his actions were stupid and insanely spontaneous. Wonwoo unconsciously clenches the box of letters in his cold hands, his thoughts consisted of you, his leg jumping anxiously as he waited for the train to reach its destination.
You and Wonwoo lived in nearby neighborhoods since primary school in Changwon, his hometown. The two of you got along as quiet children; you understood each other. Your worlds were filled with wonder and imagination. Your precious innocence and childhood memories revolved around each other. The two of you didn’t see a problem with spending so much time together; even as the two of you entered high school, you found time for each other despite having different schedules. The two of you always tried your hardest to find time to walk home together. It didn’t matter that the other kids would poke and prod at you to start dating or tease you for spending so much time together; you were a pair and were precious to each other.
As the end of senior year of high school neared, thoughts on colleges and universities to apply were common. Wonwoo wanted to get out of the town and see the city, he craved the excitement that his hometown lacked, but you wanted to stay in Changwon because of its familiarity and the fear of becoming homesick. And when Wonwoo finally broke the news that he had been accepted to Seoul National University, you didn’t know how to react.
Your best friend made it to a great school, and you should be happy for him, but it was your best friend who would be separated from you after 18 years of staying side by side.
The two of you sat in silence after Wonwoo spoke, the slight squeaking of the rusting swing set the two of you sat on being the only audible noise. The swing set resided in a park you and Wonwoo frequented since you were young, it being the halfway point between your neighborhoods. Going here would be your sacred spot for years in your friendship; the most complicated talks would take place here, this being one of them. As your mind filled with clashing thoughts, some of your hidden feelings for the boy were pushing you to beg him to stay. Wonwoo waited for you to process the information he suddenly pushed onto you. He shifted his eyes to you to see how you were coping; he knew it was going to be hard for the both of you to be so far from each other; Seoul being on the other side of South Korea, from Changwon. It scared him to be away from his family, but he wanted to seize the moment, but he wanted to know if you would be alright with his absence.
Wonwoo silently intertwined his cold fingers with yours, a habit that the two of you unconsciously did when in need of comfort; or whenever his hands lacked warmth. Your hands were still so small and warm in his, something that he found comical since you were kids. But now, as growing young adults, the both of you knew that fate was bound to tear the two of you apart sooner or later. With lacklustre enthusiasm, you looked at Wonwoo with glassy eyes and a painful smile, giving a soft squeeze to give him more warmth.
“I’m happy for you.”
Jeon Wonwoo is no idiot. He knew that his departure to Seoul would significantly affect the both of you. The day of his departure finally arrived. He said goodbyes to family, and the two of you found yourself sitting side by side at the train platform, waiting for his train. The wait was silent for the most part, you had cried to yourself the night leading up to this day, and you were not expecting to fight your tears again today as you sat with him for the last time in a while. Without looking at him, you quietly reached for his hand and warmed it in yours. Wonwoo allowed your actions and silently watched you, a growing pit of sadness built inside him as your grip on his hand tightened with the whistle of the approaching train. It was time for him to leave.
The two of you stood up and looked at each other one last time. Your tears were flowing out now, causing Wonwoo to chuckle at you (even as you softly hit his chest) and wiped them away. You pulled him into a tight hug, the two of you pouring out your feelings into it, your tears staining his jacket and your hands clutching the fabric. The two of you gripped onto each other for the last time until the train’s doors opened. His hands slid down to your hand one last time as the two of you gave one last squeeze. And as his fingers slipped away from your warmth, he felt his heart clench at the sight of you standing alone on the platform crying. With a heavy heart and an unfamiliar feeling in his heart, Wonwoo boarded the train to Seoul with his luggage in hand.
~
It had only been a few days since Wonwoo left his hometown when he received a letter from you. You had mailed it in a decorated envelope that came in a hefty pack that you had bought from the stationary store near your school. Wonwoo recognized the envelope design and chuckled to himself, remembering how excited you got when he bought it for you. However, when he called you about the letter, you refused to speak about it and told him if he wanted to say anything, he would have to write back.
In your letter, you spoke about how life was doing in your hometown and about how it felt different without him there. You talked about his family and how you were preparing for the upcoming year at Changwon National University. You stated your purpose of the letter, explaining that although it is cliché, you claimed a warmth that one could feel when receiving a handwritten letter from someone close to you. Wonwoo let out a chuckle, humored to see your familiar behavior even when written out.
Wonwoo wrote back to you the same day and happily mailed it at the post office near his dorm. And without knowing it, he would excitedly wait for your next letter to arrive and would internally scream whenever a decorated envelope would sit in his mailbox. As the year progressed, the pile of letters from you grew. Wonwoo kept them in a small box on his desk and would read them over whenever he missed you or home. Polaroids from back home that you sent to him in each letter were taped onto his wall; a certain polaroid of you smiling with a lollipop stuck in your hair was hidden in his phone case. He found comfort in having your photo back there; he had a piece of you with him all the time, plus it was his favorite out of all the pictures of you.
His Uni friends were aware of your presence and how important you were to him. Wonwoo’s roommate, Seungcheol, would tease him often about you because the speckled man would close himself from the world until he finished the letter. Seungcheol didn’t mind, though; he found it cute how whipped Wonwoo was for the girl in the letters. Plus, you had sent Wonwoo’s roommate a lollipop in compensation for having to deal with him, so Seungcheol thought nicely of you. The rest of the 11 men Wonwoo befriended would poke and prod him about “his girl back home.” Which he would deny despite his quickening heart rate when speaking to you on the phone or through letters.
As school got increasingly difficult and the work began to pile up for the both of you, the letters stopped for a while after a mutual understanding that your lives were getting busy. Wonwoo had sent the last letter, which meant that he had to wait for you to send a response to continue the chain. Throughout the break, Wonwoo would continue to deny any claim that prompted him to miss the letters from you. He always had his phone to contact you whenever he wanted to. Despite him waving off his friends’ comments, there was a large part of him that longed to see another one of your decorated envelopes sitting inside his mailbox. There was something heartwarming about receiving letters because it took time to make and deliver. Letters took time out of your day, and he could tell that you wrote in detail, fearful of missing a detail that would have to wait for the following letter.
Now, Jeon Wonwoo is not an idiot. He always took into mind what his friends thought about him and would reflect on his day to find ways to improve himself. One particular day was filled with his friends’ teasing had brought Wonwoo to question if he held secret feelings for you that he was unaware about. His thoughts were brought back to when the two of you were still children, racing each other to school or just simply playing in the park that the two of you would frequently return to even as you grew older. Wonwoo even remembered attending the annual cherry blossom festival with you multiple times, your families attending every so often. However, it was you who would push him to attend. One particular festival, however, he remembered holding your hand while walking under the falling cherry blossoms. As if he were put into a trance, he watched you in awe as you pulled him through the hallway of falling petals. Wonwoo furiously shook his head in embarrassment while laying down in his bed that night.
He only saw you as some childhood friend… right?
Wonwoo shivered and tightly wrapped himself in his blanket; his hands were freezing. He tossed around on his bed to rid his thoughts of you for the rest of the night. Unbeknownst to him, his longing thoughts of you would continue on for the rest of the week. He would space out so often that his friends would call him out for it, noticing an unusual difference in school performance and behavior. One of his friends, Minghao, even noticed that he would be holding his phone to rub the back of his case, to which he texted Wonwoo with concern afterwards. Wonwoo couldn’t understand why he was acting like this either. Everything that he looked at reminded him of you; even his side of the dorm had remnants of you. From the stickers you secretly super-glued onto his laptop to the blanket you gave him that was sitting on his bed. He was sick of it.
“Maybe I’m just homesick,” he would try telling himself.
It wasn’t until he saw a particular decorated envelope sitting in his mailbox that he felt his heart rate rise at a spectacular rate as he giddily sped into the dorm room. Seungcheol was sleeping on his bed when he entered, his light snores filling up the silence in the room.
Wonwoo dropped the rest of the mail on the coffee table and jumped onto his bed, ripping open the envelope to see what you had to offer this time. To his surprise, there were no polaroids but instead, a small cherry blossom petal encased in tape. Confused, Wonwoo took out the letter to read why you had changed the usual trinket.
Your letter this time described your most precious memories together, from just sitting on the swings of your childhood park near your houses and eating whatever snack you had to chew on, to the fond memories that the two of you had shared from the cherry blossom festivals that you would drag Wonwoo to. In the letter, you told him that the sealed flower petal was from one of the festivals that the two of you had attended. It went on to apologize for the long wait for the letter and that it wouldn’t happen again. There was a small space of hesitation in the letter. The letter abruptly closed after the apology and written in a small font was an instruction to call you before reading the letter.
There was something important that you wanted to discuss with him, you wrote.
Wonwoo felt nervous; he gently closed the letter and grabbed his phone. He glanced at his snoring roommate before getting up and leaving the dorm room, the taped flower petal in his hand. Wonwoo made his way up to the rooftop, a quieter place to have a phone call with you and he wouldn’t disturb Seungcheol, before clicking on your contact, every ring making his stomach sink deeper.
“Hello?”
Wonwoo unconsciously smiled before greeting you back; he had forgotten how pleasant your voice sounded. The two of you caught up for a while before asking why he had called. Wonwoo hesitated and began to fiddle with the petal in his pocket. He proceeded to tell you that he received your most recent letter and your direction to call him. Wonwoo let out a small laugh while telling you how unique the taped petal was, bringing it out of his pocket to observe it. There was a moment of silence on your end, the feeling of dread returning to Wonwoo’s stomach. You made an unintelligible noise before groaning out that there was something important that you needed to tell him. Wonwoo’s grip on the petal tightened.
“I’ve loved you for a long time now.”
~
Seungcheol could tell something was wrong. When he got ready to leave the dorm to his job, Wonwoo quietly slinked into their shared unit and laid face flat on his bed. Seungcheol called out to him and asked if he was okay only to receive a muffled groan in response. He didn’t want to leave his roommate like this, but his boss would kill him if he were late again. With a heavy sigh, Seungcheol left the dorm, shouting to Wonwoo to eat something before he gets home.
As soon as the door closed, Wonwoo turned his head to get air and pulled out the petal from his pocket. Your words were still ringing in his ear and the way you abruptly hung up after telling him that the feelings didn’t have to be mutual. His thoughts were in turmoil, did he like you that way?
Wonwoo’s hands felt cold again, he pulled his sleeves over them.
For the next few days Wonwoo was even more out of his normal self and his friends were completely aware of it. They were weary on approaching him about it though, Wonwoo wasn’t the type to speak about his feelings to them. They could tell that he would be thinking about it too, his cheeks would turn the slightest bit of pink whenever he would space out, a mumbled “she likes me” escaping him once. He couldn’t not think about you, you were everywhere to him. It was similar to when he missed your letters but enhanced because of your confession. Wonwoo would space out more often than usual, enough for the boys to actually become annoyed at him. When his studies were being affected by this though, Seungcheol decided to step in and talk to him once and for all.
It had been five days since your call and there was a small yet growing pile of missing assignments from Wonwoo’s classes. Seungcheol opened the door to the dorm and found Wonwoo quickly shoving the box of letters behind him. Seungcheol raised his eyebrows at Wonwoo and shifted his eyes to look at the taped petal on his roommate’s bed, which Wonwoo immediately covered with his hand. Seungcheol let out a tired sigh and took a seat on his own bed across Wonwoo’s, giving him a serious look.
“You and I both know that you like her,” he started, Wonwoo couldn’t look at his older roommate. “I don’t know when you’re going to accept it but we both know that this,” Seungcheol motioned towards the scattered papers on Wonwoo’s desk, “won’t end unless you finally make up your mind.”
Seungcheol stood up from his bed, “Don’t think I don’t see you rereading her letters or that I didn’t see you hide her photo behind your phone,” Wonwoo froze, “you’ve got it bad man, everyone sees it except you.” Seungcheol then left the dorm, mentioning something about joining him and Jeonghan once he gets himself together.
Wonwoo continued to think about his feelings for you through the night, his roommate’s smack of reality helped him concentrate a bit better. It was Sunday, and Wonwoo was trying to complete his missing assignments from before. Wonwoo groaned in frustration and slammed his pencil down onto the unfinished calculus homework. He shifted his eyes to his phone, his heart beating a bit faster when the thought of him calling you crossed his mind. Wonwoo peeled his phone case off and cradled the small polaroid of you in his hand, his thumb rubbing over your face in the photograph and smiling as he saw the stuck lollipop in your hair. Wonwoo then reached for taped petal sitting on his bare phone; he had been hiding it there with your photograph to keep it safe. Wonwoo felt his face warm, your words ringing in his ear once more as his heart raced.
He did love you after all.
Something inside Wonwoo snapped. He got up quickly and took a look at the window, the sun was about to set. Wonwoo hurriedly shoved your photo and the petal into his pocket, grabbed his phone and wallet, and hastily toppled his books standing on top of your box of letters. With that in hand, he ran to the train station, purchased a ticket, and hopped on a train going straight to Changwon station.
Jeon Wonwoo watched the scenery outside of the train window as the machine made its way to Changwon. The sun had set a good hour ago, the lampposts outside illuminating the dark land beyond. Wonwoo unconsciously clenches the box of letters in his cold hands, his thoughts consisted of you, his leg jumping anxiously as he waited for the train to reach its destination. It was a two-hour trip by bullet train, he didn’t care that he spent so much money on a ticket, Wonwoo needed to see you.
He sent a quick text to Seungcheol that he was alive and was going somewhere for the night and turned off his ringer, he knew he was going to receive a horrible scolding for this once he got back but he focused more on the task in hand. Wonwoo clenched his cold fingers to get the warmth that he lacked, and carefully took out your photo and the petal he had carelessly shoved inside his pocket. The laminated petal was doing well, and your photo was crumpled now from his running, his fingers smoothing out the creases on the photograph before rubbing his thumb on your printed face.
The train’s chime woke Wonwoo up, the doors of the train slowly opening. Wonwoo shook himself awake and grabbed his belongings before making his way out. He was immediately hit with nostalgia as soon as he stepped out of the train.
The station looked the same as it always did. Wonwoo’s heart clenching at the sight of the seats the two of you sat on the day of his departure. He looked at his phone to check the time only to be met with a black screen; his phone had died.
As panic started to settle inside Wonwoo, he had a running start out of the station to your house, the street lampposts lighting his way through the familiar streets from your childhood. Memories floated around him, each and every spot in this town had a memory of you in it. From the races to school in the mornings, to buying you those envelopes you loved at the stationary store near your houses, and eating snacks at the park late at night, Wonwoo found himself standing in front of your house holding your box of letters in his arm.
Your room’s light was on and he felt his heart soar. He was here. He continuously knocked on the door, his heartbeat growing faster and faster as he heard your footsteps grow louder.
And there you were. Clad in a stolen shirt of his from high school, shorts, and a pair of fuzzy socks, you were as beautiful as he had left you.
You jumped into his arms, him dropping the box of letters to catch you and latch his arms around you. You disregarded all your feelings and tears you released for the past few days, all the anger and stress were being relieved being in his arms, you buried your face into his shoulder as he lifted you off the ground. Your best friend was home.
“I love you.”
Your eyes widened, tears resurfacing once more. Did you hear that right? Wonwoo held you close to him as he whispered in your ear.
“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize.”
You leaned back to see his reddened face illuminated by the street lampposts and let out a happy laugh as tears ran down your face.
“You came all this way just to tell me that?”
You giggled out as he softly kissed your forehead, a soft blush rising up your neck.
“No matter the distance, I’ll always run to you if it means I can tell you that I love you.”
A bright smile appeared on your face before burying it in his chest and interlocking fingers with his.
And suddenly, Wonwoo’s hands didn’t feel cold anymore.
~
Turns out, that petal you sent to him was from the festival that you realized that you were in love with your best friend. Wonwoo teased you, laying on your bed that Monday morning. You explained that if he didn’t hold the same feelings as you did then you would rather let go of the petal than to hold onto it.
Wonwoo looked at you with sincere eyes, interlacing his cold hands with yours to get you to look at him. He sat up and pulled you up with him, him placing a soft kiss on your lips as you got up. The two of you smiled at each other, sharing another kiss.
His and your box of letters sitting next to each other on your desk, Wonwoo never felt warmer with you here.
~
Then I can find you, who cares if it’s a bit far?
I’ll follow the line that connects us two
When you said you engraved my name in your heart
Remember why my eyes grew so big
Right now, you and I, we both need the same thing
But I don’t have it so let’s meet again later
Please be well until I get there
I’m going to run to you
♡ fluff | ✩ angst | ♪ personal favorite
Song Fic Series
S.Coups (c.sc)
♡ My Dawn | sfs
✩Flower | sfs (currently down for editing)
Jeonghan (y.jh)
♡ Red | blurb
Joshua (h.js)
♡ Falling | blurb
Hoshi (k.sy)
♡ ✩ Proud | oneshot
Wonwoo (j.ww)
♡ Letters to You | sfs
Woozi (l.jh)
♡ ✩ ♪To Feel Love | sfs
DK (l.sm)
♡ Daisy | sfs
Seungkwan (b.sk)
Vernon (h.vc)
♡ Korean Traditional Mungbean Pancake | oneshot
⇢ Synopsis: Morning sex with Mingyu is always really amazing- but it comes with rules.
⇢ Pairing: Wonwoo & Mingyu x fem!reader
⇢ Genre: smut, pwp, fluff
⇢ Warnings (18+) : unprotected sex, 69-ing, oral (f receiving), fingering, anal/butt plug play, dom Wonwoo, switch Mingyu, praise, degradation, lots of pet names (princess, angel, baby, slut, etc…), bdsm type rules, etc…
⇢ Word Count: 6.4k
⇢ Tropes/AU’s: frat/collage au, established relationship au, kinesiology TA hip hop line (ft. Scoups & Vernon), polyamory, etc…
A soft groan wakes you from your sleep, and you lay there for a moment with your eyes closed before mirroring the sound with a whine of your own.
Refusing to start the day just yet, you instead burrow yourself further into your pillow, which just so happens to be your boyfriend’s warm chest. Your fingers grab at the soft fabric of his shirt, bunching it into a fist while you rub your face against him, trying to get more comfortable in the off chance you can fall back asleep.
Mingyu lets out a chuckle, and then his warm hand finds your bare shoulder, rubbing up and down your skin lazily while his arm applies pressure to your back, bringing your body closer so he can cocoon you tighter to his chest.
“Morning, baby,” he says, lips finding the crown of your head.
This time, when a sound leaves your lips, it’s not a whine or a groan, but really more of a moan, something that’s not lost on Mingyu. He lets out one, small laugh- then he’s moving, large frame easily finding its way between your legs.
When you open your eyes, the first sight that greets you is your handsome boyfriend. His hair is tousled from when you’d run your fingers through it last night, and the sunlight that comes through the window illuminates Mingyu’s curls like a pretty little halo.
“Was that a moan?” he teases, leaning in and pressing a kiss next to your mouth that leaves you needing more.
You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pouting out your lower lip and frowning, “Mingyu-”
“Oh,baby,” Mingyu groans, one hand moving to hold your hips firmly to the bed while he grinds against your core, “begging already?”
“Yes,” you nod, tugging at his hair in an effort to bring his lips to yours.
Mingyu relents, smiling into the kiss.
He’s never the type to refuse you anything, least of all his cock before breakfast.
“You’re so pretty,” Mingyu tells you when he moves his mouth to your neck, suckling on the skin just below your ear.
He traps both of your hands, holding them against the pillows on either side of your head while he laces your fingers together, continuing his assault on your neck that has your core throbbing with need.
A sigh leaves your lips, and you push your hips up against him, eager for friction- for anything.
His nickname leaves you as a whimper, “Gyu-” and it has the same effect on him as it always does; it sends him into overdrive.
“Fuck,” your boyfriend groans, squeezing your fingers and rutting his hips against yours. Then he’s abruptly pulling away from your neck, looking down at you with those rich brown eyes you love so much. “I want to make you cum.”
“Then make me cum,” you beg, tone whiney, expression needy.
“But you know the rules,” Mingyu reminds you, and you’re quick to nod, skin heating at what’s to come.
Mingyu kisses you deeply, slipping his tongue into your mouth to tease you before tearing himself away, reaching for the bedside table.
“Preference?” he asks as he opens the drawer to reveal some of your favourite sex toys.
“Metal, please,” you respond, stretching your arms over your head now that Mingyu’s released your hands, and your muscles sing at the feeling, body more and more awake by the second.
“Size?” Mingyu asks, but doesn’t give you time to respond before saying, “i know it’a early, but after last night, you can take a medium.” He pulls the shiny metal butt plug out of its box, shutting the drawer before returning to his place between your legs.
Your boyfriend holds the toy in front of your lips and you stick your tongue out, watching the way his eyes are fixed to you as he rolls the cold metal across its wet surface, coating it in slick.
“Such a pretty mouth-” Mingyu frowns, cocking his head to the side while he continues to twirl the butt plug against your lips and teeth, smearing saliva- “will you be a good girl and use this cute tongue of yours on me?” he smacks the metal gently against your tongue, “but i still want you sitting on my face.”
You nod, excitement rushing through you. 69-ing with Mingyu is always heaven-
But Mingyu is generally a lazy morning sex kind of guy, lots of groping, and missionary, and grabbing of pretty white sheets while sunshine makes Mingyu’s gorgeous, honey coloured skin glisten from sweat-
He rolls off of you, warmth leaving with him, and a tingle runs up your body from the loss. Mingyu adjusts how he’s laying, and then his eyes move to you, a smile on his lips, “come on, sit here,” he taps at his mouth before his hands are grabbing for you.
Within moments, he has you stripped naked and maneuvered with your core hovering over his face. Mingyu presses the cold, spit coated, metal plug against the rim of your ass, and you let out a hiss, pushing his sweatpants down to break your prize free of its confines.
The plug presses slightly into your ass as you wrap your fingers around Mingyu’s cock. You let your head fall forward, resting it against his thigh, eyes closing so you can focus on the feeling of the toy pressing a slightly into you, only to be moved away- repeated, deeper each time-
“You have the cutest ass-” Mingyu groans. He sucks in a sharp breath when your body finally accepts the plug fully, and then both of his hands land against your ass cheeks, making you jolt and cry out, your pussy throbbing with desire now. “And you’re so fucking wet- who made you this wet baby?”
“Gyu-” you whimper, too overwhelmed to be speaking full sentences, so instead you bring your lips to your boyfriend’s cock head, kitten licking at his slit. You watch your drool begin to coat him, dripping down to your fingers, which are now working Mingyu’s thick shaft.
Behind you, Mingyu lets out a growl, and then his hands grab your thighs, pulling you backwards so you’re seated fully onto his face. You feel his nose brush the butt plug as his tongue presses into your wet heat, lapping at your walls until you’re grabbing at the bed sheets with your free hand just to anchor yourself.
“Fuck- Gyu- it’s so good-” you breathe, doing your best to work his cock with your hand, mouth sucking at his most sensitive parts between moans of desperation-
A smack lands on your ass that has you crying out, and then you hear, “ride his face like you mean it.”
“Wonwoo!” you gasp, and a moment later his hand is grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling you off of Mingyu’s cock.
Your eyes snap open to look at your second boyfriend, who’s appeared next to the bed.
“Come on princess,” Wonwoo releases your hair, and two of your hands grab at Mingyu’s thighs to keep yourself propped up, “ride his face till you cum.”
“Wonwoo- I’m so close-” you tell him, insides swelling with arousal and love for the man who always has your pleasure as his top priority, regardless of circumstances such as this one-
“I bet you are,” Wonwoo walks to the foot of the bed, watching you carefully, “neither of you could wait five minutes for me to get back with coffee could you?”
Mingyu groans against your core and the vibrations have you making your own sounds of pleasure, words tumbling past your lips, “I just woke up- I didn’t know when you’d be back-”
“Don’t give me that,” Wonwoo tuts, clicking his tongue and cocking his head while he watches you use his best friend’s face while chasing your release. “You know the rules.”
“I do-” you whine, reminded of the little plug fitted so nicely inside of your ass while Mingyu continues to devour your core, groaning from you and Wonwoo’s talking, which creates vibrations that make your toes curl, his tongue now circling your clit-
“How does it feel?” Wonwoo asks, “being a good little anal whore before nine am?”
“Fuck-” you groan, grinding your pussy harder on Mingyu’s tongue, which he’s holding flat for you now, allowing you to ride him to your hearts content- “Mingyu-”
Your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, thighs quivering on either side of Mingyu’s head, hips faltering their motions- but Mingyu picks up where you leave off, hands gripping your legs and forcing your core onto his talented tongue. He laps at you, eating you out for all your worth until you’re nearly crying from how sensitive your clit is-
Wonwoo lifts you off of Mingyu’s face, and the man below lets out a whine, following your core with his tongue for a moment before opening his eyes and blinking- coming out of his daze.
Wonwoo positions you next to Mingyu, and he has you on your back, legs spread, showing off your wet pussy and the pretty pink jewelled butt plug still lodged in your ass.
The invitation is clear, and Mingyu claims his spot between your legs just as he had earlier, but now, there’s no fabric holding either of you back.
The head of his cock is angry and red, his shaft swollen to its full, impressive size. He fits his length between your pussy lips, watching with interest as he slides up past your clit- a shiver runs through you, legs closing around his waist, and Mingyu snaps out of his excitement, eyes darting up to your own.
“Sorry,” he apologizes, cupping your face with one hand while grabbing his member with the other, lining it up with your entrance.
He doesn’t tease you this time, simply pushes into you, inch after inch sinking into your wet heat, which welcomes him, used to his size after being together for so long.
Mingyu drapes his body over yours, held up by an elbow buried in pillows, hand cupping your face as he kisses you, while the other is planted on your waist, keeping you pinned to the bed. He gets sloppier the closer he is to cumming, and, you’d definitely given him enough to be worked up about-
Your boyfriend lets out a soft groan, pulling away from your mouth in favour of looking between your bodies at where his cock is gliding in and out of your core, wet glistening on the skin of his shaft.
One small adjustment, and Wonwoo commanding “legs closer to your chest, princess,” has Mingyu in a position that makes every thrust show slightly in your lower abdomen-
All three of you let out groans at the sight.
Mingyu had brought the ‘belly bulge’ kink up one night a few months into your relationship, and, after your first attempt at it had made you squirt and left you trembling, you’d adopted the practice as frequently as possible.
He takes a test thrust, pulling out before pushing back in- and both of you gasp at the feeling of the butt plug shifting slightly inside of you, moved with each of Mingyu’s movements. It feels… amazing, and everyone knows it.
Your boyfriend pulls away from your lips, moving his hot mouth to your neck while he braces his hands to the bed. “I have to cum, you’re too tight-” he groans against your skin, teeth grazing your jugular gently.
“Thencum, Gyu,” you tell him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and playing with his pretty hair-
“But you better not forget about your rules, gorgeous.” Wonwoo tuts.
Mingyu’s hand grabs your jaw, pressing your head into the pillows while pushing his thumb into your mouth-
“Anal whores don’t get to make loud sounds until after breakfast.”
Mingyu groans at Wonwoo’s words, hips rutting into your faster while you suck on his digit, moans stifled. Each thrust has your body rocking, your boyfriend sometimes forgetting his own strength while he chases his high, and you feel yourself dragged along in his endeavour, stomach muscles tensing-
“Fuck,so tight-” Mingyu growls loudly, hand slapping down on your waist, finger half splayed to your hip while his palm presses right over the outline of his cock is just visible in your lower abdomen.
You cum immediately from the new sensation, walls clamping down on Mingyu’s aching cock while a whine tears its way out of your chest, escaping past Mingyu’s thumb- which he quickly removes in favour of pressing his lips to your own.
Noises of pleasure are quickly eaten up, his cum coating your insides, and when his hips finally come to a stop, you’re both breathless.
“Good morning,” Mingyu grins once he’s had a moment to collect himself, pressing a kiss to your nose before rolling off of you. He lays on his back, running his hands through his hair, large chest expanding with a deep inhale.
“Shower time,” comes your other lover’s voice, another step in his usual ‘what happens when you and Mingyu start morning sex without me’ ritual that your more dominant lover always upholds. “Who’s going?”
“I’m too tired,” Mingyu says, turning his head to watch you with a grin, because you all know what happens next.
Wonwoo scoops you up, an arm bracing your back while his other hand has collected your knees.
After morning sex without Wonwoo, he always makes one of you go to have a shower. Mingyu will often stretch and stand, sighing before trudging off to leave you at Wonwoo’s mercy while the most insatiable member of your trio washes away your scent-
But on days like today, when Mingyu feels lazy, you get to go to the shower… with Wonwoo.
“What time is it?” you ask, nuzzling against Wonwoo’s shoulder.
You’ve been together so long- and after Mingyu makes you cum, Wonwoo always gives you aftercare for as long as you need it-
In fact, sometimes you need to wait a while before Wonwoo will even touch you, if he thinks you look particularly messy from Mingyu, too sleepy to get on with your day- or if he thinks you look hungry, because he knows the three of you didn’t eat much last night and he’d already fucked you silly six hours ago before you passed out-
“9:00,” Wonwoo answers smoothly, entering the bathroom and closing the door behind him with his foot.
You yawn, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of Wonwoo’s hoodie. He smells so good, like the body wash he uses- and that’s when you realize, “wait, Wonwoo?”
“Can you stand?”
You nod, allowing him to settle you on your feet. He continues holding your hand, even as he reaches into the shower to get it going. in the white, LED artificial light of the pretty bathroom that you love so much- you can see his hair is damp.
“Have you been to the gym already?” you ask, knowing he only ever showers in the morning if he’s already had a work out before you wake up.
“Yeah,” he responds, returning his attention to you while the water heats up.
“So… you showered already,” you frown, shifting to be closer to him again. This causes the butt plug still wedged inside of you to, likewise, move slightly, and a shiver of pleasure tingles through you.
“Of course.”
You bunch your fists up in the front of his soft, black hoodie, looking up at him. “But you’ll come in the shower with me still?”
Your boyfriend laughs, and the laugh turns into a sigh. Then Wonwoo lets go of your hands, grabbing your bare hips.
You see the switch in his eyes, the way his pupils dilate- and he leans in closer to you, “Need me that bad?”
You’d been needy when you woke up- and you’re needy now. Mingyu hadn’t satiated you, he never can- you’ve always needed them both. Wonwoo scratches an itch his best friend will simply never be able to- and vice versa.
You nod, tilting your chin up, eager to press your lips to his, your first good morning kiss with him-
Long fingers wrap around your throat and Wonwoo keeps you just out of vicinity. The silver ring on his pinky is cool against your skin, and the rising temperature of the bathroom as it fills with steam from the shower only highlights the cold from the metal band.
“You sure you want this, gorgeous?” he asks. “You’re already looking pretty fucked out, and it would be a shame for you to show up to your 10:00 lab looking like a dazed little slut.”
His words make you groan, eyes closing slightly, lips parting-
“What will Vernon say if he sees you like this, hmm?” Wonwoo teases, and you know for a fact he doesn’t give a shit about what his fellow Kinesiology TA thinks.
After all, Vernon, as well as Scoups, the other TA, are both extremely aware of the fact that you’re Mingyu and Wonwoo’s girlfriend, which is why you’d been put in Vernon’s Lab this term when your timetable had forced you to schedule the class your boyfriend’s TA for.
“I can take it,” you promise. “Please- let me take it.”
Wonwoo laughs. “Maybe I don’t think you deserveit.”
“But I do,” you whine, immediately sinking to your knees, plug shifting deliciously as you adjust on your knees, gently resting your hands on Wonwoo’s thighs.
It would be easy enough to tug his black, Adidas, track pants down, but you know Wonwoo, and you know his games.
“Mingyu must not have fucked you as well as i thought,” Wonwoo says, reaching down to pet your head. You nuzzle against his hand when it comes to your cheek, looking up at him with your best submissive expression. “Fine. You can do what you do best.”
You practically lurch for his cock, only for a fist in your hair to keep you still, pain shooting through your scalp from the tug.
“What was that, kitten?” he asks, voice dripping with condescension.
“I was trying to-” you blink up at him, confused, “to do what I do best?”
“Which would be what?” your boyfriend chuckles.
You blink. “Sucking you off?”
Wonwoo laughs again. “Oh sweetheart, you’re good with your mouth, but that’s not what you’re best at.” He tugs you to your feet before tearing his own shirt off. His eyes meet yours once the fabric is discarded, and then he commands, “Get in the shower.”
You do as you’re told, no questions asked, stepping into the large enclosed space. You’ve left the door open for Wonwoo behind you, and you test the water temperature with your fingers before asking, “Sir, if I’m not best at giving you head, then what am I best at?”
The steam filled air is momentarily disturbed around you, a sign the glass door has closed, and a second later, hands are finding your hips.
“You’re best at taking dick like a pro, and telling me everything I want to hear.” Wonwoo says, voice low, lips teasing your shoulder with kisses.
“And what do you want to hear right now?” you ask, letting the back of your head rest on his shoulder, his strong chest a place of safety, while his arms wrap around you.
“I want to hear how sorry you are that you and Mingyu started without me. Again.”
“I’mreally sorry,” you tell him, turning your head so you can press a kiss to the underside of his jaw.
“Oh yeah?” Wonwoo takes one step forward so you’re both under the large shower head, and his hand slips between your legs, aided by the water while he begins to circle your clit with his fingers.
He brings his face close to your neck, and you shift the angle of your head to give him access to the column of your throat. The tip of his nose grazes your skin while his lips tease up your neck till they reach your ear, teeth tugging at your lobe before he says, “What if I don’t believe you?”
You let out a breathy moan, “then you should fuck me till I’m extrasorry-”
He lets out a deep chuckle, the vibration running through your body from where your back is pressed to his chest. “You know what? I think I will.”
His next moves are sudden, two steps taken to get you closer to the shower wall and out of the stream of water, then a rough push at your back that has you bent over, the angle change causing the butt plug still inside of you to shift and rub against your insides- a groan leaves your lips and your hands instinctively find the wall to hold yourself up.
“I always liked this plug,” Wonwoo says, hands kneading the flesh of your ass, revealing the little jewelled toy to his hungry eyes. “But it will never make you feel as full as having me and Mingyu at the same time, will it, gorgeous?”
“No, Wonwoo,” you answer, “it could never compare-”
A smack lands on your ass that has your toes curling and a whimper tumbling past your lips. Your eyes close, and you focus your full attention on the man behind you as he says, “so it’s a shame you couldn’t be bothered to wait for five minutes before letting Mingyu eat that pretty pussy of yours, isn’t it, angel?”
“I-” you start to respond but his thumb finds the plug, pushing it in a little before he grabs at the jewel, and you suck in a breath while he begins to toy with it, moving it in little circles.
“Keep going baby, I wanna hear all your excuses,” Wonwoo says lowly, tugging on the plug a little harder, causing a pleasurable stretch for a moment before he’s pressing it into you again, “I wanna hear all the reasons why my little slut is needy as soon as she wakes up.”
“I just-” you gnaw on your lip, “Mingyu is always so warm in the mornings-”
“And I’m not?”
Something else presses against the crest of your ass, and you recognize the shape and feel of Wonwoo’s cock. “Fuck- no, you are- you just- you wake up somuchearlier-”
“So it’s my fault now?” Another rough spank that has you crying out.
“Wonwoo-” you whine loudly, pussy nearly throbbing with need from the way he’s been toying with your ass. You’re doing your best to give him all the reasons, as he’d asked for, but he’s making it so much harder-
“Give me one final answer baby, the real one, and maybe I’ll be nice,” Wonwoo instructs, “tell me why you and Mingyu like this shit so much. Tell me you like getting caught. Tell me you like getting in trouble like the naughtylittleslut that you are.”
You anticipate the feeling of his hand on your ass, and it lands in the same spot as before, creating a delicious sting that makes more blood rush to your core, clit throbbing now-
“We love getting caught-” you whimper, words tumbling out of your mouth so quickly you’re practically blubbering, “we love it when you come and tell us we’re bad- love it when you separate us and fuck me after like this- love it when-” you cut yourself off with a gasp when Wonwoo thrusts into you roughly while simultaneously pulling you up and flush to his chest, an angle that has his cock in the perfect spot-
“Love it when I wreckyou?”
All you can do is moan loudly in response, going practically limp in his arms, completely submitting to his mercy, just as Wonwoo likes it.
“My little fuck toy,” Wonwoo laughs, hand now finding your throat and gripping it tightly, “still so wet- or wait, I forgot, this must be Mingyu I’m feeling inside of you, isn’t it?”
You don’t answer, only groan again, and this time, it doesn’t satisfy Wonwoo.
“How about we check?” he suggests, sounding almost chipper before he pulls his cock from you, replacing it with two fingers briefly. He somehow manages to get himself back, snug inside of you, letting go of your neck momentarily to do so, while he simultaneously pushes his now slick covered digits past your lips. “How’s it taste? Is it you? Or Gyu?”
You moan around Wonwoo’s digits, licking them clean of your other lovers seed, which must still be coating your insides-
“That’s what I thought,” Wonwoo says, your sound confirmation enough for the man who reads you like a book.
He pushes you forward for the umpteenth time, and now you find your front pressed to the cold shower wall. One of Wonwoo’s hands is on the back of your head, keeping your face and cheek pressed to the white tile, while the other is on your hip, anchoring him as he begins to thrust into you roughly.
You arch your back more, pressing your ass out for him, and Wonwoo groans. His hand moves slightly, fingers curling to the front of your hip bone, jerking you back slightly to meet his movements, which is hard with his hand also pressed to your head, so he removes it in favour of grabbing your hips with both hands.
You love big men who can use you like a rag doll, manhandling you- the sound of skin on skin as your ass slaps against Wonwoo is absolutely sinful, and each rough thrust paired with a tug has you practically bouncing.
“Fuck,” Wonwoo pulls out of you abruptly and you whine at the loss, only to be flipped so your back is now against the wall. Wonwoo kisses you, your first real kiss so far, and it has you seeing stars even as your core pulses around nothing- missing his cock.
Your hand wraps around his length and you whimper against his lips, an indirect plea for him to fuck you again- but instead me makes you wait, a hand finding your core so two fingers can thrust up into you while his mouth descends to your boobs, latching onto a nipple where his tongue begins to flick at the pebbled bud.
“Wonwoo!” you gasp when his teeth sink into your skin, just enough to hurt, and his fingers crook up roughly, hitting the spot that makes your legs shake. “I’m gonna cum-”
He takes his mouth from your breasts, standing to his full height again, resting one palm against the tiles behind your head while the digits of his other hand continue inside of you.
He looks you dead in the eyes and asks, “Now?”
You’reshocked- completely and utterly gobsmacked- but you know he hates it when you cum without permission during more dominant sex- so you do your best to respond, grasping onto the arm next to your head to stay standing while your words come out horribly whimpered; “Please Wonwoo- your fingers- I’m gonna- please- please-”
“Fine, you can cum.” He thrusts his digits into you even harder, abusing your gspot until your core is tightening around him and you’re digging your nails into his arm, legs threatening to give out from the pleasure he’s providing you.
He watches you carefully while you cum, enjoying the way the butt plug shifts with each contraction of your pussy clamping down on his fingers.
He helps you through your orgasm until he sees you’re becoming literally weak in the knees, at which point he removes his hands from between your thighs and easily scoops you into his arms.
Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and a moment later he’s pushing into your core. You groan against his neck, burying your face there while holding him tighter, latched to his front like a koala bear while he begins to thrust up into you.
Wonwoo pins you to the tile again, using it as leverage to help keep you up so he can use even more of his power in his thrusts, each one causing his thick cock to drag against your walls, which are still quivering from your last orgasm.
“Wonwoo-” you mewl desperately, panting against his neck while he easily works you up again, utilizing the aftershock of your last release to have you on the edge in record speed.
“Gonna cum again?” Wonwoo laughs, “Really? Thatfast?”
“Fuck- Wonwoo- please- s’ so good- please-” You cling to him tighter, nearly crying now-
“Hold it a little longer princess, I’m almost there,” he assures you, breaking away from the rough dominant role now that he sees just how deep into subspace you are from everything, “you’re doing so well,” he assures you, and is pleased by the way you pull away from his neck, seeking out his lips.
You’re as needy as ever, tongue invading his mouth, breathy whimpers escaping while your nails dig into his broad shoulders-
He groans from the pain, and it’s just enough to get him to the edge. “Cum,” he instructs before his cock is twitching, coating your walls with his seed while he continues to thrust up into you.
Your core tightens with a vice-like grip on his length, and Wonwoo pushes his body closer to yours in response, groaning loudly-
You can feel each other’s hearts, racing against your rib cages, from where your chests are pressed together, and your mouths are a mess of teeth and tongues, eyes closed, bodies overtaken by a euphoria like nothing else.
When Wonwoo finally stops his movements, you pull away from his lips, eyes opening. His hands move down to your ass, and he says, “hold on,” before pulling away from the wall so you can step back under the shower head stream.
The warm water makes you groan, and Wonwoo’s fingers dig into your skin, a warning not to do things that are going to cause your core to squeeze him.
“Can you stand?” he asks, one hand smoothing up and down your back.
You nod, and a moment later he’s slipping his cock out of you so he can help you down onto your feet. A small whimper leaves your lips at the feeling of the butt plug still wedged inside of you, and Wonwoo cups your face, immediately knowing what caused the sound.
“Can I take that out for you?”
You nod again, allowing Wonwoo to turn you in his arms. His hands are gentle now- so gentle, and he softly applies some pressure to your back, saying, “bend forward for me, princess.”
His fingers grasp the pretty jewel hilt of your plug, and he tugs on it, licking his lips at the sight. “No matter how many times we fuck you- you’re still sotight-”
Your boyfriend moves slowly, watching you with expert eyes for any sign of discomfort as he slowly helps the plug out of your ass, biting back a moan from the visual of your hole closing tightly around nothing as soon as it’s free of the toy.
Wonwoo places the plug on a ledge indented into the wall where you keep other shower products, and then his soft, large hands are grabbing your hips, gently pulling you to his chest. He does all the aftercare things he enjoys doing with you, which include cleaning your body of any leftover cum, washing your hair, and pressing kisses to your face as you slowly come out of subspace.
“How are you feeling?” he asks once he’s washed the last of the conditioner from your hair and you’ve opened your eyes to look up at him with adoration written across your expression.
“Good,” you say softly.
“I think the word you’re looking for is late,” comes Mingyu’s voice from outside the shower, and it causes both you and Wonwoo to look sharply towards the glass door. It’s too fogged with steam for you to see through to the bathroom beyond, but you both know what you’d heard.
“Late?” Wonwoo asks, turning the shower off and pushing the door open.
“Yeah,late,” Mingyu says, and you catch sight of his shoulders, all bare and beautiful- muscles moving under skin while he brushes his teeth, then spits into the sink. “It’s 9:30.”
Which means you have class in thirty minutes, and so does Wonwoo.
“Shit,” Wonwoo groans, grabbing a towel for himself, “can you help her Gyu? I have to go-”
“Yeah, yeah,” Mingyu sets his tooth brush down and turns to face you, a lazy smile on his lips.
He doesn’t have class to TA till 12:00 today- and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t regretting taking the 10:00 Vernon time slot instead of the 12:00 Scoups one- but then again, Vernon is known for being much more lenient about students being late than Scoups is.
Wonwoo presses a quick kiss to your lips, helping you step out of the shower on wobbly legs. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks, giving you a once over before handing you a towel of your own.
“Yeah, I’m fine, thank you Wonwoo,” you smile up at him and he leans in again as if for another kiss or hug, “Go-” you laugh, resting your hand on his chest to stop him, “you have to be at class on time- I can afford to be a little late.”
“Or a lot late,” Mingyu suggests, pushing off from the sink to come stand next to you, eyes eating you up-
“You promised to stop making her late for class,” Wonwoo warns, exiting the bathroom in a rush to get ready to go TA a class after having just fucked you stupid.
“Promises promises,” Mingyu grins down at you, winking.
He’s not actually going to keep you from your class- in fact, as soon as you’re dry, Mingyu helps you to the bedroom, where he instructs you to sit on the bed to recuperate for a moment while he grabs you some clothes.
Your tall boyfriend helps you get dressed, kissing you between compliments. Fifteen minutes later, when Wonwoo is heading out the door, pressing one last kiss to your lips before reminding Mingyu to “make sure she eats something and has some water” you’re already nearly ready for class.
It’s 9:50 when you leave your on campus apartment with Mingyu, hand held securely in his own.
“This morning was fun,” your fluffy haired companion says, glancing at you sideways and flashing that mischievous little smile of his, “I hope Wonwoo didn’t go too hard on you for starting without him.”
“He was perfect, as always,” you sigh contently, shifting closer to Mingyu so you can wrap your free hand around his arm, body tucked next to his while you continue walking.
As much as Wonwoo likes to pretend he hates walking in on you and Mingyu, this dynamic is a cornerstone of your relationship, starting with your very first threesome, which had kicked off with Wonwoo walking in on you and Mingyu making out in their living room one day. You and Mingyu had been dating for a little while and, admittedly, been purposefully teasing his roommate, waiting to see when Wonwoo would snap-
And snap he had.
“You two think this is funny, huh?” he’d groaned into your ear, pressing a finger into your ass while Mingyu rutted up into your core from below, face buried in your tits. “Parading you in front of me for weeks, fucking on my couch, waking me up with your loud moaning at all hours-” Wonwoo had clicked his tongue with annoyance, landing a smack to your ass. “You’re both incorrigible,” he’d hissed, “and in need of some rules.”
He’d always been something like a (non sexual) dom to Mingyu, his best friend and roommate, making sure he’d get out of bed when his alarm went off for their morning classes, reminding him to eat if he’d been studying too long- so when you’d started dating Mingyu, the treatment had naturally trickled over to you as well, and Mingyu had realized how much he enjoyed watching Wonwoo tell you what to do- how much he enjoyed having Wonwoo call the shots-
You and Mingyu had simply been two needy sluts, having fun, but floundering without a dominant to anchor you both, and you’d found your anchor in Wonwoo.
The two of you arrive at your class with a minute to spare, and Mingyu stops you just outside, hands finding your waist. He looks down at you with a soft smile. “Have a good day okay?”
“I will.” You return his grin with one of your own, resting your forearms on his shoulders while your fingers play with his hair. “I hope you have some rest before your classes.”
“Or maybe,” he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lips before moving his mouth to your ear, where he whispers, “I’ll start thinking of you and end up with my hand down my pants.”
“Scandalous!” you mock gasp, breaking into a laugh, “maybeIhave to come up with some rules for you- ever think about that?”
“I’dlove some more rules,” Mingyu groans, the tip of his nose gently gliding across your cheek, then he kisses you again, “you should punish me.”
“Oh my god.” Your TA’s voice startles you, and you roughly pull back from Mingyu, whipping your head to the side to look at Vernon, who’s standing in the doorway of your classroom with a look of disgust on his face. “Are you two serious?”
“Right in front of his salad,” Mingyu laughs, referencing his favourite porno meme (Wonwoo, in contrast, will always argue for ‘i’m not at the beach. This is a bathtub’). Then he straightens to his full height, letting out a sigh, “Okay, I’ll leave you to it.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too,” he steals one last kiss before his hands leave your hips, and Mingyu watches you enter your classroom with Vernon, standing in the hallway alone for a moment or two with a dopey smile on his face.
“I’m gonna marry that girl,” he says to himself, and then he heads back to your apartment, where he promptly buries his face in your pillow, drifting back to sleep with dreams of your lips.
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