contains: sub!cheol overstimulating himself bc u haven’t came in both a punishy pleasure way, afab!reader, he cries. creampies. degradation.
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“this is why you should have listened to my instructions,” you push out, despite seungcheol’s pace. “couldn’t hold out your shot and now you’re making a fucking mess.”
“ngh-’m sorry, y/n-” he cries, his thrusts only going faster. “can you please cum? it hurts so bad, i can’t cum anymore…”
“that’s not my fault, is it?” you push him backwards, causing him to pull out. you feel a bit awkward, slightly filthy, as you feel his cum gush out of you, but it’s quickly remedied by the fact that you begin to ride him instead. “i’m keeping you here until you say the safeword or until i cum, because i deserve it, don’t i?”
he doesn’t respond, tears flowing from his eyes as his head rolls back. you slap his right cheek to open them.
“eyes open, cheol. and get your fingers on my clit. do you really think your cock alone is enough to make me cum?” you scoff. “stupid and selfish. should i show you how to make me cum or hold off until you figure it out for yourself?”
yall i edited it i think its finally cool now guys please i like sobbed three times while trying to edit help hey you should def give it a read tho what omg
Seungcheol tirelessly dragged his feet up the hospital stairs, quietly telling himself to stay strong for one more day before entering your hospital room. There wasn’t much to the room you stayed in, it was just as bleak as the others in the building. Yours though had a vase full of vibrant flowers adorning the table beside the guest chair.
A bright smile graced your features at the sight of him. You were sitting upright to get a good look at the view outside of your hospital window before he walked in. Bright rays of sunlight leaked into your room, bathing you in the sun’s warm hug. Your sketchbook lay open on the overbed table, two small aster flowers sitting on the page of a finished sketch of the plant.
Seungcheol gifted you a chaste kiss before placing his belongings next to the vase of flowers and pulled the guest chair to your bed, ready to talk to you about his day. Speckled scars from your IV needle graced the top of your hand, Seungcheol being cautious when taking your hand in his. The shared smiles and faint giggles in this bleak room were more than enough for him; even the quiet conversations and comforting silences were perfect to him, just as long as he was with you.
Seungcheol wanted to pretend that everything was normal. He wanted you to feel normal and happy despite the sudden relapse of your childhood disease. He wanted to pretend that your skin wasn’t losing its color each day that you remained in the hospital or that you weren’t dying and that any day could be your last. He clung to you, childishly, wanting to spend every minute with you.
If I, if I, if I
The to-do list, because I couldn’t do it, its meaning is completely changed
Seungcheol still had his share of responsibilities despite his wishes to stay by your side 24/7. He still had college and a job to pay rent, which he became disinterested in both. A growing number of absences began appearing on Seungcheol’s school record; the frequent warnings from his boss no longer bothered him. He could no longer concentrate on anything other than you, and his life was being affected by it.
Seungcheol would often reminisce about the memories with you outside of the hospital when your paling skin was still its vibrant color and your smile wider and brighter than it is now. Memories where you would drag him to different places that he had never seen or noticed before or experience something new and fun. Seungcheol smiled to himself, remembering how eager and wide-eyed you were to see the world even before the two of you started dating. He was able to experience and come to understand your perspective as an artist. And he admired you for it, your ability to see beauty in everything, even in him.
And within that month where Seungcheol finally managed to ask you out and become his significant other, he was able to experience pure love and adoration from you. It is because of this love he refuses to accept the reality coming between your relationship with him.
There was still so much that he wanted to do and see with you; the different dates and days that he could only envision with you in it would only remain in his imagination. Everything that he had planned out would remain undone ever since you were admitted to the hospital.
Seungcheol’s to-do list no longer consisted of different escapades with you, but only to see you smile every day.
If I, if I, if I
I didn’t want to calculate the widened angle between us
You knew you didn’t have much time left; the doctors informing you that your time is limited, the disease spreading through your body too fast to cure. Your sickness weakened your body each day; it was growing harder to wake up from the worsening fatigue. It was something that you didn’t want to think about or bring up when you were with Seungcheol, despite him being aware of what was to come.
You could tell that your worsening health was taking a toll on him. You were aware that he was ditching classes and that his job position was being threatened. You knew that he wanted to spend all of his time with you and that you did too. You loved him with all that you had to give; he became your everything without realizing it.
You often cried about the thought of dying and leaving everything behind, usually when Seungcheol left for his night shift or those rare times that he was in school (after scolding him). There were times that you despised yourself for causing so much pain to the person you have grown to love. There were nights where you cried, wishing that you were never diagnosed with this cursed disease, that you had a life with no more medication and pain, to repay Seungcheol for all that he has done while you were, hospitalized. You hated being so weak in front of him, sometimes pushing him away even though you wanted him to stay with you. You cried in fear when he was not there with you, selfish tears falling during the night at the thought of him finding someone else to love apart from you.
As the number of days you spent in the hospital rose, the weaker your body became; the pain in your chest from heartbreak and disease became more evident as breathing became difficult day by day.
With a sudden urge to draw you focused your strength into grabbing the pencil laying on the crease of your sketchbook. Everyday actions had grown increasingly difficult with your weakening strength. The pencil felt heavy in your hand, like carrying bricks, and you brought your other to help stabilize your shaking hand. A quiet sob escaping your lips from frustration and anger as the line on the paper scribbled into nothing. The silent clinking of your pencil hitting the ground didn’t make it to your ears as hot tears fell down your face. Your hands fell to your sides, weak and tired from something so simple. A sudden pain struck your chest making your body lurch forward. A violent array of coughs erupted from you; small droplets of blood mixed with your saliva stained the blank pages of the sketchbook. With blurry vision, you continued to fight for air, the quickening noises of the heart monitor dulling into a loud ringing in your ears as fuzzy images of nurses rushed into the room.
Your eyes shifted to the corner of the room where a vase of wilting flowers sat. Its petals splayed on the guest table, brown and limp, some falling like the confetti for their funeral.
If I-
Seungcheol was looking at the bright colors of the flowers behind the shop’s window on his way to you. The colors reminded him of you in a way; the flower’s vibrant petals livened up the dreary afternoon he was experiencing.
It wasn’t the first time he had been in the shop; Seungcheol had been getting flowers for you here since you hospitalized that the employees at the store began to recognize him whenever he came by. Seungcheol purchased a bouquet of chrysanthemums, as recommended by the florist who told him that it symbolized joy and long life, before heading to the hospital to do his daily visit.
The sky was filled with dark clouds, hiding the sun when Seungcheol made it to the hospital entrance. There was a bad feeling in his stomach and the weather was not helping with his growing anxiety. His grip on the flowers tightened as he hurried his way up to the floor your room was on.
Seungcheol felt his stomach drop at the sight of nurses rushing in and out of your room. He slowly staggered to your open door, pushing through some of the nurses crowding the area to get to you.
Visions and images of you came flooding into his mind as he inched closer to the door, his mind imagined your smiling face, smiling for him and him alone, and you that would jump into his arms and press kisses on his face telling him that you had healed. He imagined walking with you, hand in hand, out of this grim place and taking you to the beaches of Jeju, dancing on the shoreline. And he imagined saying his vows to you, dressed up so prettily with his friends and family around the two of you, and seeing his ring sit on your finger forever.
Seungcheol stopped breathing at the sight of your limp hand dangling on the edge of your bed.
Nurses pushed him out of the way in a rush to save you as he stood there, the chaos in the hall filtered out by the loud ringing of the flat line on your heart monitor. The ringing didn’t stop.
I’m late but even now, my eyes and mouth are full of you; A day passes and the regret is too deep- I’m drowning in it
Jihoon had been the one to take Seungcheol out of the hospital. He received a call earlier from the hospital, Jihoon’s number being listed under Seungcheol’s emergency contact papers after your name, telling him to remove Seungcheol from the waiting room.
Jihoon quickly grabbed Seungcheol’s prepped overnight bag and brought him to his apartment complex. The tight-lipped man didn’t want his friend to be by himself, so he welcomed Seungcheol to stay with him until he was stable enough to be on his own.
Seungcheol felt himself drifting. His head and heart felt empty as if he were floating in space, drifting aimlessly forever without anywhere to go.
Nothing felt real to him anymore; he would often think that he was stuck in the void that your passing had created in his head.
There were times where he would close the world out, where everything would turn black. And suddenly, you would appear, your skin returned to its glowing and natural color, your smile would be shining as it always did whenever he saw you, and your hand would take him, so warm and alive, pulling him into the embrace that he craved and begged so much to have one last time.
His eyes filled to the brim with tears for you, soft broken whimpers of your name escaping his mouth during the night that Jihoon would hear through the thin bedroom walls of the guest room while working. Jihoon could only hang his head in shame, praying for his friend to find peace with your passing.
Seungcheol felt like he was drowning, regret building inside of him. His hopes and dreams that he wished to fulfill with you suffocated him.
If I could have given you the proper support…
If I could have given you that last kiss…
If I could have given you that last ‘I love you’…
If I could still have time.
I’ll do whatever to love you again.
~
Where you going, where are you going
Why do I feel my grip loosening
My fist holding onto the edge of your clothes
Why am I losing strength
Our path, our promise to be together
Is already thwarted and you walk away
Turning your back on me
It reduces to a single dot
It’s too empty outside of that interest
I hope that that dot
Comes back before me and turns into you
If I could
If I could
If I could
I’ll do whatever
…
Seungcheol stands in front of your grave years after your death, a fresh aster flower in his hand as he reminisces on the memories the two of you shared in your younger years. These memories that could only bring him sadness in the past made him smile, time allowing his wound of you to heal in his heart. The thoughts of “what could have been” were able to fade with time as well.
Sometimes though, a few tears would escape. Seungcheol let out a sniffle, a dopey smile gracing his features as he apologized to you. He gently placed the flower on your headstone, his fingers tracing the grooves of your carved name on the stone as he did every time he visited you. He let his hand linger just a bit longer on your grave as he longed silently, hoping his prayers get to you. A ring of love adorned his ring finger as the rays of the sun bounced off the metal. Seungcheol’s face now with visible signs of age, smiled once more at your grave, whispering the words he wished he could have said to you before your passing,
Seungcheol carefully closed the door of the shared bedroom, making sure none of the boys woke up from the sound of the creaking door.
6:47 AM the digital clock read, as the excited boy shuffled his way out of the beach house to you.
You silently waited for him in a summer dress and cardigan, one hand on the house’s gate to the beach and a flashlight in the other. A bright smile made its way to your face when you saw Seungcheol close the door to the house clad in a bomber jacket and white shorts and a matching bucket hat. A water bottle and second flashlight in his pocket, along with a blanket tucked under his arm. A gummy smile meeting yours as he bounded towards you, clasping hands with yours before heading out to the empty beach.
The night was still evident, some stars still shining in the dark sky. The moon was slowly descending and was getting ready to welcome the brilliant light of the sun.
With your flashlights acting as your only light source, the two of you spread the blanket that Seungcheol had brought with him and settled down on it, your hands in each other’s as the two of you watched the stars slowly move, side by side. You pointed out some of the constellations that you remembered and while he jokingly made jagged shapes out of the stars.
You snuggled into his side taking in the familiar smell of his cologne and the salt from the sea. A sigh escaped from him as he wrapped an arm around you, his other hand holding onto your free hand. He continued to stargaze, looking deeper into the night wondering how in the world he gained someone as precious as you. It almost brings him to tears how lucky he was to have someone like you. Someone who remained by his side no matter what happened, through thick and thin, and someone who comforted him whenever he felt anxious.
You were always there to hold him when he needed you the most.
The sky’s blue became more evident, the night slowly fading into day.
Seungcheol felt your thumb softly rubbing against his, bringing him back to reality. He twisted his head a bit to bury his nose in your hair and left a kiss there. You nuzzled into his side one last time before looking up at him and watched a bright smile appear after cupping your face and leaving a tender kiss on your forehead.
Your eyes rivalled the stars, your smile brighter than the moonlight at midnight, he thought quietly to himself as he gazed down at you with loving eyes. You then sat up and leaned towards him, lightly pressing your foreheads against each other. Seungcheol slowly sat up, an arm secure around your waist so your touching foreheads didn’t part, as the two of you closed your eyes and enjoyed the present, each other’s presence, and the sound of the waves crashing on the surface.
His long eyelashes tickled your cheek and you giggled, the both of you opening your eyes to look each other with starry filled eyes. You pressed a quick peck on his lips. And before he could even pout for more, you shot up from your seat on the blanket and playfully ran away from him. A wide grin stretched Seungcheol’s face, a small chuckle escaping him before playfully yelling while running towards you.
The sun began to peek out of the horizon.
His laughs increased as the distance between the two of you decreased. You ran where the sand and water met, squealing as he closed in on you. The sound of splashing water was louder now, you released a loud squeal as he wrapped his arms around your wiggling body from behind, his burly laugh bringing you to release a string of laughter as well. A faint heart with both of your initials inside engraved in the sand near your feet was being washed away slowly by the sea.
Seungcheol held you tightly against his chest and placed a quick peck on your neck as the two of you swayed in place. Your back against his chest, hearts beating in sync, the feeling the sea’s waves softly tickling your feet.
The two of you watched as the sun rise out of the horizon together.
H M M M SHOULD I MAKE SONG FICS FROM SVT’S SONGS (bc i unintentionally created my To Feel Love fic to become associated with the Vocal Unit’s song Hug and now i’m thinking hmmmmmmmm
and maybe i can take some requests for those fics with the svt members (or maybe create one for each) i’m going ballsy today
and maybe i can also just take in requests bc i wanna interact and improve my work
genre:angst, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, mutual pining
word count: 20.8k (ha ha buckle in)
warnings: divorce, implied sexual activities (but no smut), profanity
a/n:it’s here!! first, i want to say thank you all for your interest in this fic; it was truly unexpected, but your support motivated me to finish this after months of sitting on it with no clue as to which direction i wanted this to go. this started roughly three months ago when i started watching thirty nine (which i finished last night btw; go watch it if you’re into sad stuff), and also listening to loote’s song of the same name! smth abt tomorrow tonight + thirty nine angst made me want to write this sadness so…yeah. i truly did not anticipate this being my longest fic to date at 20k words, but here she is :’) thank you to @gyukultand@twogyuu for beta reading this bc i was too tired to re-read it myself LOL @_@ i hope you all enjoy it, and as always, please be sure to leave your feedback via reblogs/replies/asks!! <3 enjoy !!
Your voice filled the empty night air, crude words accompanied by the chilling winter wind. He was facing away from you, his back hunched over as he sat on the carousel in the children’s park outside your apartment. Even under the poorly-lit street lamps, you recognized the back of his head: the way his hair—cut close to his nape—faded into his skin, and how his white, cotton button-down shirt hugged his wide back as he rested his elbows on his knees. He was rubbing his palms together, his breath visible in the night as he tried to warm himself.
Dipshit, you thought to yourself. It was below freezing and he was out here without a jacket.
He turned around to greet you with a smile, though it wasn’t the same cocky grin he usually gave you when you called him unpleasant names. This one was different. It was… sad. Given the way his hair was tousled, you could guess he had probably gone drinking with his coworkers before he came to see you.
⤷ jeonghan was successful in getting you out of bed on a tuesday afternoon. what you thought was going to be a simple lunch that he would pay for, was actually a trick to make you finally go see him and the rest of your friends play their first game of the season. of course, the universe always messes with you so here you were at the nurses office with jeonghan’s teammate, treating your hurt ankle.
pairing : soccer player!seungcheol x college student!female reader
genre : smau, college au, slice of life au, fluff, humor, angst, romance with sarcasm as seasoning, etc
warnings : swearing
status : completed
started : 8/19/20
ended : 8/29/20
updates : whenever i can, most likely will do like two updates a day bc i have nothing to do
a/n : ahhhh this is my first social media au, i apologize for the terribleness i do not know what i am doing.
a/n:Hi lovelies! I just thought it would be cute to write a drabble where seungcheol is just really really soft and in love with his partner, so that’s all this is. Not much plot, they’re just smitten. (and idk how good this is :/ be kind lol) I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))
You met Seungcheol in the winter. Your first date consisted of drinking hot coffees and walking around a park after a fresh snowfall. With your glove-covered hands intertwined amid your nervous and infatuated giggles, the date was so perfect, he was so perfect, that it almost felt too good to be true.
Then came the third date, when he took you to a movie. Simple and classic. The second time your fingers brushed each other’s as you reached into the popcorn bucket, you sighed before leaning toward him. As your lips neared his ear, you noticed the way his breath hitched. “If you want to hold my hand, just say so, Cheol,” you whispered to him, and when he turned to face you, you flashed a teasing smile at him. Seungcheol scoffed at you, beaming from ear to ear as he decidedly interlocked his fingers with yours. When you whispered, “finally,” to yourself, a content grin on your face, and Seungcheol giggled in response, you realized you were wrong before. Some things can be perfect without being too good to be true, and Seungcheol was one of those.
After the movie, neither of you wanted to go home quite yet. As you sat in the passenger seat of his car while he drove aimlessly around the city streets, buying time, the windows surrounding you fogged up as the defrost worked overtime to keep the windshield clear. He was intent on stretching out the night for as long as he could, and you were grateful for it. With every streetlight he drove under, he snuck glances at you, not wanting to miss the opportunity to catch glimpses of your features. And every time, you caught him, but he never stopped looking.
In the spring, you and Seungcheol were still smitten with each other. Pulling up to the convenience store, Seungcheol stared at you questioningly for a moment.
“What?” You asked him, a smile threatening to spread across your face.
The man chuckled, shaking his head as he grinned. “You really want an ice cream bar right now?” Nodding at him, as though it was totally normal and reasonable, he sighed fondly. “It’s pouring out, you do see that right?”
“I’m not blind, Cheol,” you defended with a roll of your eyes. “My cravings obviously don’t coordinate with the weather, I can’t help it.” When you flashed him a small pout, the man’s lips spread into a stunning smile that made you feel special to be on the receiving end.
Without another word, just that same smitten beam, Seungcheol unlatched his seatbelt and began crawling out of the car. “Stay put,” he told you, pointing an accusatory finger at you in warning. “Let me get your door.”
Sighing dramatically, you settled into your seat more, waiting for the man to round the vehicle to let you out. “You know what I don’t think is very fair?” You asked, just as the man opened the door.
“What’s that?” He questioned, his hand instantly finding yours as he interlaced your fingers together, helping you to crawl out of the cab.
“You always open doors for me, but who’s opening doors for you?” You posed, widening your eyes as you pressed him.
“That’s what’s not fair?” He chuckled, flashing an amused smile. “Do you want to open the door for me, then?” He nodded to the convenience store.
“I do actually, yes,” you informed him, letting go of his hand to bound over to the store and pull the door open for him. “Sir,” you welcomed him inside with a wave of your hand.
“Wow,” he said in dramatized awe. “Is that what that feels like? I feel so special,” he teased, though you could read the sincerity in his smile.
“You deserve to be taken care of like that too,” you teased. You were certain, however, that with the way you slipped your hand back into his and slightly curled into his side, he knew there was an edge of seriousness in your comment. Leaning towards you, he pressed his lips to your temple, hoping the sweet gesture relayed the gratitude he felt for you.
As you exited the convenience store, the door dinging with your departure, Seungcheol raised his arms up in defense as you glared at him. “Hey, I’m allowed to buy you a treat.”
“I’m the reason we’re even here though I-”
“Exactly. You’re the reason. Let me take care of you, stop rejecting everything chivalrous,” he pouted, his tone almost taking on a whine as he huffed. Staring at his lips, you bit back a smile as you sighed.
“Fine,” you rolled your eyes as your hands began unwrapping the ice cream bar. “But I’m opening your car door.”
Chuckling at you, he shook his head. “Fine,” he relented, knowing when to pick his battles. His fingers toyed with the end of his own iced treat as you neared the vehicle. Marching to the driver side of the vehicle, you opened the door, gesturing for him to step inside.
“Your carriage,” you joked, Seungcheol bursting into adorable giggles that had your heart filling with adoration and… something more.
“Thank you,” he spoke through his wide smile, climbing into the car. “But who’s opening your door?” He asked, just as you took a bite of the ice cream.
“Me,” you mumbled through the cold treat that chilled your mouth. “You know I can actually do that.”
“But you shouldn’t have to,” Seungcheol yelled as you closed the door with yet another roll of your eyes.
As you rounded the front end of the car, making your way to the passenger side, his eyes followed you adoringly. Then, in a burst of last minute planning, he lunged across the console, tugging on the handle to barely shove the door ajar. You couldn’t have held back the beam on your face even if you had wanted to as you giggled at his antics.
When your gazes met through the window, you realized what it was that you felt for him. You found it in the way it gleamed in his own orbs, reciprocating the feeling, your eyes sharing the words before your mouths could.
And suddenly it struck him too, the screams from his heart finally reaching his brain in a triumphant choir of I love you’s. He loved you. It was so clear to him. As you stepped into the car, his feelings for you taking over his entire being, he couldn’t stop his mouth from filling with the words, the sweetness of them coating his tongue and rolling right off into the humid air in the vehicle.
“I love you,” he blurted out, wearing a dopey smile as he chuckled at himself. You froze for just a moment, the confession halting your movements to latch the seatbelt across your frame. Turning to look at him with wide eyes, you noticed the way he was shy but certain, and it had your heart sighing in relief. “I-I’m in love with you.” You stared at him for just a moment longer, your eyes still wide as a smile slowly curved on your lips. When your grin formed into a full-blown beam, Seungcheol felt his heart pound against the inside of his chest, demanding to be heard again. “Like so in love with you,” he told you, as though he was in disbelief with how deeply he felt the words and with how he was just now realizing.
“I love you, too,” you replied simply, taking another chunk off your ice cream bar. The action was so casual, so you, that Seungcheol couldn’t help but chuckle. “So stupidly in love with. Like, you’re my favorite person in the world,” you admitted giddily, covering your mouth as you chewed the treat.
As he laughed, shaking his head, you swore you had never been happier than that moment with him voicing his reciprocation of your feelings. Reaching across the console, his hand found the side of your face as he directed you toward his lips, the man kissing you hard and with need, the meeting relaying the feelings all over again. When your free hand grabbed onto his wrist, holding him there as you deepened the kiss, you realized that along with the elation, you had also never been so nervous.
It was a beautiful mixture of feelings. There you were, standing on this ledge, overlooking an abyss. You could feel yourself slipping, and you were scared, but he was there, falling with you. Suddenly, the person you held most dear was holding you in the same regard, and that meant there was a lot at stake, a lot to lose, so much to miss if he ever went away from you. But you never felt more alive. Having someone to lose was the best feeling you’d ever known. And you hoped he was feeling all of this at once as well. You loved him. And he loved you. It was scary and beautiful and you wanted to feel that way forever.
When you both broke out of the kiss, Seungcheol slowly leaned back into his seat. Letting out a huff of disbelief, a dazed smile planted on his features, he shook his head and simply appreciated the giggles that flowed from your lips. Scrunching your nose at him, you could see the way he suddenly became bashful as he evaded your gaze by turning toward the window.
“You really love me?” Seungcheol asked you but refusing to meet your eyes, a soft smile overtaking your features. Leaning over the console, and reaching over his frame, your hand made contact with his jaw. Turning his face toward yours, your smile widened.
“Obviously,” you whispered, catching his lips in a sweet kiss just after speaking. When you pressed your forehead to his, you could feel his lips curve up into a grin.
“Are you scared?” He then asked, just as your lips pressed a peck to his chin.
“Terrified,” you replied gently. “But happier than I can ever remember being.”
At your confession, Seungcheol’s hand came to rest at the back of your head as he exhaled. “Me too.” His lips pressed to the corner of your mouth, just before you lowered your face toward his neck, burrowing yourself against his skin. “I’m gonna keep being chivalrous.”
Groaning, teasingly, you both giggled in each other’s embrace. “Good,” you mumbled, just before looking up at him. “I’m gonna keep fighting you on it.”
Smiling at you as he chuckled, he nodded once. “Good,” he whispered. Your heart was beating against your chest from all the excitement and giddiness coursing through your veins as you allowed yourself to finally fall, letting the man slip into the unknown with you. As your hand came to meet the side of his face, your thumb aching to gently swipe against his soft skin, he leaned into your touch, his eyelids fluttering shut at the sensation. “Never stop.”
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You look up from your spot near your mirror, glancing at the box in Seungcheol’s hands. You squint, trying to wrack your brain on what you’d ordered recently.
Bathroom curtains? No, that was custom ordered, it wouldn’t be in the country for a long time…Shoes? No…you got them two days ago. New lens for Seungcheol’s camera? No, that was on back order-
The moment it clicked for you, you come over to him, grabbing the box excitedly and plopping onto the bed. Seungcheol peeked curiously, watching as you open the box with a pair of scissors, pulling out plastic bags with multi-colored articles of clothing inside.
“I ordered from Caratland a bit ago and it finally came!”
Seungcheol takes a seat beside you, curiously looking at the bags. He didn’t open any of them, instead waiting for you to do it first, since it was your order, anyway.
The moment you do, his lips part, eyes widening as you pull out a see-through white crop top. It was knotted in the front, a blue plaid pattern adorning the collar, knot, and the end of the sleeves. You pull out the skirt that came with it, excited as you feel the soft material between your fingers.
You feel Seungcheol’s eyes on you and look up, smiling at the telltale blush on his cheeks.
“I bought some lingerie…I wanted a small self-confidence booster, so a friend suggested I buy some clothes. The website makes clothes in my size too so I didn’t have to settle.” your voice is excited as you explain, taking more outfits out. Seungcheol watched you more than the clothes on the bed, smiling softly at how excited you were.
“Gyu should be out of the shower soon. Do you want to show him as well?” He inquired, rubbing your thigh gently. You smile and nod, taking out more clothes and laying them across the bed so the outfits could be seen clearly.
By the time Mingyu came out of the shower, a towel tied low around his waist, all of your clothes had been laid out on your bed.
“What’s going on?”
“I bought some lingerie.”
Mingyu’s brows go up in interest, coming over to the bed, kneeling as you begin pointing at each lingerie, tilting your cheek up to accept a kiss from Gyu before you did so.
“I showed Cheol this one but it’s got this mini skirt look I’ve always wanted to try. I haven’t actually tried any of these on yet because I wanted to wait for you, but I’m sure my ass will be out.”
Mingyu perked at the notion, but didn’t say anything until he pointed at one of several black outfits.
“What’s this one?”
“Oh, this is a succubus one, look!” The men listened as you showed off each one, exchanging kisses and the occasional dirty comment here and there. You feel pride bubble in your chest as you try some of the outfits on, grateful for the website’s plus sizes actually being accurate and fitting you just right.
By the time you’re done, Mingyu looks like he’s hatching a plan in his head, tapping his chin as he glanced between some of the outfits. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing against his back as you tilt your head.
“What? Don’t like these?”
“No, these are my favorite, actually. I was wondering if we could do a shoot with you in them.”
Seungcheol nearly chokes on the water he was drinking while you feel butterflies flutter in your chest at the notion.
“In these? You’d want to?”
“You look fantastic in them. I’m thinking about a few props that could look good with some of these and I bet it would be a fantastic shoot.”
You send him a teasing look, poking his cheek.
“You just want to see me posed in the lingerie. Joshua said he would kill us if he caught us fucking in the studio again, y’know?”
“He and Jeonghan are away for a wedding photo shoot on Jeju. They won’t be back this week.” Seungcheol helpfully informed you. You blink and look at him before looking at the desk calendar at your bedside table.
Sure enough, ‘Josh is out, keep the studio clean’ was sprawled across this week’s days, starting today. You can’t help but to notice the small ’Don’t fuck in the studio’ sprawled in small handwriting beside it. It was clear who wrote what.
You feel yourself smile, hugging Mingyu tighter as you set your head above his.
“What are we waiting for?”
-xoxo-
“You are a work of art, you know that?”
Goosebumps rise on your skin, your eyes closed and your head tilted up towards the sound of Seungcheol’s voice. Fingers ghost over your shoulders before you feel your breasts being cupped from behind and kneaded gently.
“Stay still, that’s perfect.”
You feel his lips on your throat, kissing above your pulse as Mingyu takes pictures.
There are a pair of pointed fantasy ears adhered to your own, painted to match your skin tone. It almost makes you giggle as you feel them brush against Seungcheol’s head before he grabs your jaw, thumb against your chin, and tilts your head, his free hand reaching between your legs to rub your clit.
“Y/N, look this way, baby.”
You follow Mingyu’s direction, opening your eyes and looking in his direction, your breath hitching as you feel Seungcheol’s fingers rubbing in small circles. You’d all decided to go with a succubus look for this shoot, with Seungcheol sitting you in his lap to do your makeup beforehand, stealing small kisses from you.
Mingyu had dressed you, picking one of the more latex-looking lingerie you’d bought, one that hugged your stomach, not in a way to hide your body shape, but to accent it. Your love handles were out, a spiked garter high up on your thigh holding up a pair of intentionally ripped fishnets. The body suit was formfitting, your nipple piercings leaving flower-shaped imprints on the top.
“Baby, are you spacing out?”
You realize your gaze had drifted to the floor as your mind wandered, looking at Mingyu with the smolder he probably had been looking for. He smiled, snapping a few pictures from different angles before nodding at Seungcheol.
You miss the contact he had with you as he moved away from your body, but he wasn’t gone for long, coming back with lubed fingers and once more kneeling behind you on the couch you’d been posing on. He once more grabbed your chin, this time tilting your face towards his, smiling as he hovered over your lips, pushing his middle finger into you slowly.
A gasp leaves your lips, and you almost miss the quick ‘that’s good ’ from Mingyu followed by camera clicks as you slowly take in Seungcheol’s features.
Staring into his eyes, you feel your mind wander ever so slightly.
It took a while before you could convince him to come from behind the camera to join in on shoots with you and Mingyu.
-xoxo-
You yourself were an erotic model, and you’d be lying if you said it was easy to get where you were now. You’d seen it all, photographers refusing to take you because they didn’t like the shape of your body, photographers clearly showing more…problematic views on models with larger body types…but you remained unshaken.
You know your worth. Big and beautiful and if some asshole wouldn’t add you to their portfolio, that was their loss.
You’d actually met Seungcheol at one of those turned-down shoots, back when he was studying the technique of some asshole who made you sit in your robes in the corner of the room for nearly three hours waiting to be photographed. All while he very clearly focused on the girls who’d stumbled in late as hell, spilled Starbucks on some of the props, and made one of the makeup artists cry.
Seungcheol approached you, then, offered you a bottle of cold water while a camera dangled around his neck.
“If it’s alright…I’d like to do a shoot with you. It’s becoming more obvious this guy doesn’t have any respect for his models or his craft but I’d like to keep you from wasting any more time here waiting on him.”
It was kind, and you finished half of your bottle before you nodded, moving out of the way of the other crew members and actually taking your pictures up on the roof. There were fairy lights adorning the outdoor set and you felt pride in your chest at the audible gasp Seungcheol let out as you dropped your robe for the first time.
Your shoot was nothing short of professional the first time. The next dozen, as well, once you’d taken your talents to Joshua’s studio thanks to Seungcheol’s word.
It was when Mingyu came in that things got more interesting.
Both a model and photographer, Mingyu was the first person you’d ever posed with.
It was a BDSM shoot, all latex and leather, collars and leashes, and hands-on intimacy that made your heart flutter. Again, things were professional at first, even after you found out Mingyu was dating Seungcheol, you three kept things in the studio focused and on task, creating varied shoots that did well for you all and the studio itself.
To the surprise of both of you, it was Mingyu who had asked you out on a date, smiling as Seungcheol nearly dropped his camera somewhere behind him.
You blink in surprise, looking at Seungcheol before looking at Mingyu.
“A date? Like a platonic one?”
“I mean…it could be platonic if you want it to be, I meant more romantic….did Hyung not tell you he liked you?”
You feel the distant sound of a windows shutdown noise play in your head as Seungcheol, mortified, pushes Mingyu out of the door, eyes wide and face flushed.
“D-Don’t w-worry about it, we’re leaving early, I can’t believe you, Gyu!”
You hear Mingyu getting scolded all the way down the hall and smile to yourself.
The next time, a month later, it’s you to ask, laughing at the shocked look on both of their faces.
“You didn’t let me respond, yknow.” You teased as both of them became ecstatic.
Who knew that one date, three years ago, would start this beautiful relationship you all have now-
“Baby, if you keep spacing out, I may have to change tactics.”
You blink back into focus again as Seungcheol slides a second finger into you, slowly pushing it in and out as he closed the gap between you, kissing you.
It was slow, with Seungcheol claiming every corner of your mouth as his other hand groped and kneaded your breast, fingers curling around the piercing.
“Cheol-” you gasp his name, clenching around his fingers as he works them faster in and out of you. Your hand drifts down between his legs, squeezing his cock and smiling as he let out his own gasp, tucking his face into your neck as you stroke him through the pants he’s wearing.
You don’t hear the sound of the camera clicking anymore, but before you have the chance to inspect why, Mingyu approached, kissing the nape of Seungcheol’s neck before he pulled his pants down.
Seungcheol’s cock is hot and heavy in your hand as you stroke him, smiling up at him through your lashes. His breath hitches as Mingyu quickly darts back behind the camera.
You hear him praising you both, but you only focus on Seungcheol’s expression. His jaw is tight as he tried to keep his face in check, but you can see he wants to break.
Hold you by the back of your neck, purr praise, and close his eyes as he lets his cock slide in and out of your mouth.
Technically he could do that and still not ruin the shots, in your opinion, but Seungcheol liked to keep himself in check while you three had your photoshoots.
Part of you is waiting for him to realize this is just for the three of you and just a shameless excuse for you to show off your new clothes to them and possibly ruin another studio couch by fooling around but you’d let him continue to hold back.
For now.
He really was so handsome when he was concentrating.
You wrap your lips around his cock, slowly bobbing your head as you stroke him at the base, smiling to yourself at the shudder you feel running through his body.
“Perk your ass up, Y/n. Good girl, just like that.”
You hope Mingyu’s getting some good POV shots with all of his instructions, but you’ve already checked out, wanting more out of Seungcheol.
You let your hips sway, fondling his balls as you look into his eyes once more.
Seungcheol was big on that, the eye contact.
It had to grow on you a bit, but the intimacy definitely spiked the more you looked into his eyes, taking in every gasp, groan breathless chuckle.
Seungcheol’s fingers twitch ever so slightly as he watched you and you idly wish you’d used a lower quality lipstick so it would smudge as you blew him.
Finding out Seungcheol and Mingyu enjoyed lipstick blowjobs and the mess was a very interesting anniversary surprise.
Maybe next time.
For now, you close your eyes, feeling his fingers kneading the back of your neck as you bob your head. You can’t help the moan that left your throat as he worked out the tension from your neck.
Your hips move on their own, swaying as you spread your knees apart, pressing your tongue along the thick underside vein of his cock.
You’re not sure how long it takes from the beginning of the shoot for Seungcheol to lose his patience, but it becomes apparent when he pulls himself from your throat, picking you up easily and setting you in his lap for a kiss.
You smile, grabbing him by the collar, keeping him close as you shifted about, straddling his thigh. Seungcheol noticed and let out a muffled chuckle, lifting his thigh so you could grind down onto it.
Your fingers find their way into his hair, pulling lightly as you moan, rolling your hips and moaning as you feel your clit rub against him through your bodysuit.
You faintly catch movement out of the corner of your eye until suddenly your kiss is being interrupted by Mingyu moving behind you, cupping your jaw and tilting your neck up to kiss you. Seungcheol took the distraction as the opportunity to move your body suit in a way for your breasts to be out for him. He took a moment to admire the tiger lily piercings adorning your nipples. It was a gift for you from Mingyu on your second anniversary and truth be told, it was one of his favorite piercings you liked to wear.
As you kiss Mingyu and rut against Seungcheol’s thigh, you feel Cheol’s fingers pinch and roll one of your nipples while his lips wrap against the other.
You moan sweetly, arching up more and hugging his head closer to your chest as Mingyu ran his hands all over your body.
“What about the..mm…the photoshoot?” You tease, nipping Mingyu’s lip. He let out a smile, looking into your eyes for a moment before sending you a wink.
“I switched it to the video mode. I’ll just go back and take stills for the edits later.” He explained.
Seungcheol chuckled.
“In other words, he got impatient.”
“Both of my partners are feeling each other up right in front of me, looking absolutely delicious and you think I’m gonna sit behind a camera for two more hours?”
You smile and send Mingyu a fake pout.
“D’aw, only two hours? We can go longer than that.”
You feel a pleasant shudder roll up and down your spine as both of them let out a growl and after a bit more shuffling about, you find yourself on your back, your legs spread with your heels on the couch as both Mingyu and Seungcheol work their fingers in and out of you.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Thank you.” Seunghcheol always took the time to praise you during your intimate moments like this, his fingers working you slowly even now, despite him clearly being hard and throbbing for more. Mingyu matched his pace, his fingers just a bit longer than Seungcheol’s as he curled them.
You can hear them kissing just above your head, your back arching suddenly as Mingyu’s fingers brush over your G spot. One of them lets out a pleased growl that makes you shudder as they both slowly press their fingers in deeper, rolling them against that sensitive bundle while they claimed each other’s lips.
Your thighs shake from the stimuli, but you feel the urge to do more than sit and do nothing so you lean towards Mingyu, nails scratching over one of his ass cheeks before you grab a handful, your lips trailing over his abs as you left kisses and bites in your wake. For Seungcheol, you drag your nails up his thigh, moving inward until you could cup and fondle his balls, smiling against Mingyu’s tan skin as you feel Seungcheol buck.
After a bit more teasing, you give him what he wants, grabbing him at the base and stroking as you continued to leave little bites along Mingyu’s flexing abdominal region.
You alternate your teasing, moving to leave bites along Seungcheol’s paler body, as well. Both of your bites take in different, contrasting ways on the men, and you have half a mind to remind them both to let you have the camera when you’re done having sex so you can photograph the bites.
You feel a coil in yourself, winding tight as both of them slowly increase their pace, feeling your body relax and loosen the more they prepped you. A whimper left your throat as you mouthed along the tip of Mingyu’s cock, your thighs twitching and nearly closing.
As keen as ever, both of them grab the knee closest to themselves, keeping your thighs open as they broke their kiss, lips kiss swollen as they looked down at you with matching smiles on their faces.
“Oh? Are you gonna cum already? Does this feel good?”
“You’re gonna make a mess, aren’t you? Go ahead baby, you’re so beautiful.”
They’re talking at the same time and you can barely tell who’s saying what over your own moans as your knees involuntarily try to close again, hips raising off of the couch ever so slightly.
“Ah, sit down baby.” Seungcheol’s tone is gentle, but it’s an order nonetheless and you feel yourself sit down, shaking in their hands as you glance down.
Sure enough, both of their fingers are glistening already, alternating tempos as they finger you, and the sight alone is enough to push you over, a gasp catching itself in your own throat as you cum.
Your lips fall open, and you feel someone set their hand around your throat, not to squeeze, but more than likely for the photo op. Regardless, it comes as an intimate comfort, your eyes fluttering half-closed as you looked up at them, pleasantly surprised that you’d already cum from fingering alone.
You find that it’s Mingyu’s hand around your throat when you meet his eyes. He doesn’t move for a full minute after your orgasm, just meeting your gaze with a quiet affection that made you smile, his thumb rubbing over your throat gently.
Once you catch your breath, both men pull their fingers out of your pussy, sitting beside you and making a show out of licking them clean. You watch with your eyes still half-lidded, licking your own lips before you push yourself closer, kissing Seungcheol, and then Mingyu, purring at your taste lingering on their tongues.
They give you a moment to calm down, helping you stretch your legs and back before Seungcheol beckoned you closer to him. You find yourself crawling into his lap, accepting a tender kiss from him as you put your knees at either side of his hips.
You pause only long enough to see if Mingyu wanted to move the camera before you feel Seungcheol, in a rare moment of impatience, pull you down, grinding his cock between your folds.
“Fuck that camera.”
It brought an unexpected laugh out of both you and Mingyu somewhere behind you as you reach between your legs, holding his cock up so you could sink down at your own pace.
Both of you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, and slowly, inch by inch, you sit on Seungcheol’s cock. He held your ass in both hands, caressing and kneading them as he waited for you to get comfortable, letting out a small groan as you give your hips a small wiggle.
“A perfect fit as always~”You tease, knowing he wanted to move his own hips. Seungcheol’s brow twitched ever so slightly before he looked up at you, one of his hands roaming up the side of your body, from your thigh, up to your waist and abdomen, all the way up to your face. You lean into his palm, cupping one of your hands over it as you smile down at him.
“Are you okay?” His voice is quiet, calm despite the fact you can feel him throbbing inside of you. You send him a smile, leaning down until your lips brush over his forehead, his cheeks, down to his nose, and stopping at his lips.
“You really are a softie, you know that?” You giggle. Seungcheol opened his mouth to say something, but it catches on his own breath as you begin to roll your hips, pressing your hands to the couch behind his head to steady yourself.
Seungcheol’s eyes drift down your body, and his hands once again follow suit, caressing and touching every part of you he can get to, moaning your name in deep purrs that make you teasingly clench up every time you bring your hips up.
You hear a moan off to the side somewhere and lift your head, finding Mingyu stroking himself as he sits on a prop chair, spread out with his legs wide apart. You smile to yourself, a hard-to-describe, yet powerful feeling rolling in your chest.
You loved both of your boyfriends to death, and it was evident they loved you just as much. Times like these when you drove them wild in your own way did wonders for your confidence, if you were being honest.
As you ride Seungcheol, you curl your finger, beckoning Mingyu over. His hand paused halfway up his cock as he met your gaze, running his tongue over his bottom lip before he stood, making his way over to you and Seungcheol, his cock hard, the veins prominent along the shaft. You lean over Seungcheol as best you can, glad he understood what you were trying to do as he grabs your hips to steady you, planting his feet onto the couch and thrusting up into you.
You grab Mingyu’s cock, stroking slowly, knowing he was a lot more impatient than Seungcheol and smiling at the telltale frustrated groan he let out the moment you begin to tease him.
“Is something-ah fuck-wrong, Gyu?” You can barely keep the playful taunting tone in your voice as Seungcheol’s teeth find their way to your piercing, tugging lightly as he snapped his hips up.
“My girlfriend is dressed as a succubus and our boyfriend is fucking her and my cock is currently hard and in your hand. Do I have to say anything else?”
You send him a devilish smile, squeezing his cock as you tilt your head. His hips buck the moment you do, a surprised groan leaving his lips as he looked at you with his teeth between his lips.
“Yes, actually.” is your reply, grabbing his balls with your free hand and stroking him at an antagonizingly slow pace with the other. Mingyu’s thighs tremble for a moment before awhimper fell from his lips.
“Y/N, please.”
“Beg, Mingyu.”
You hear even Seungcheol let out a breathless ‘ fuck’ from beneath you as Mingyu groaned in surprise.
“Y/N,please, can I have your mouth? I’m aching and I can’t take it-”
You squeeze him at the base again, dragging your tongue up the underside, cutting him off.
“Can’t? Are you sure?” You mewl, hearing Seungcheol’s thrusts get louder from how wet you were. Part of you felt bad for teasing Mingyu, but if the throbbing in your hand and the expression on his face was anything to go by, you knew he liked this type of bullying quite a bit.
“P-Please, I promise I won’t even cum without permission I just-”
Oh, uh oh~
Mingyu noticed the devilish look that crossed your face and stopped mid-sentence. Seungcheol let out a chuckle from beneath you as you hold Mingyu’s gaze, slowly taking him into your mouth, letting your hand fall away from his base. He let out a sigh of relief, looking at you with adoration in his eyes as you continue to fondle his balls.
Despite your own pleasure, you were hell-bent on making sure Mingyu came undone without permission just so you could punish him.
Maybe putting on this outfit gave you a lot more confidence than usual.
Perhaps you’d get more soon.
You feel your back arch as Seungcheol’s cock curved just right, your thighs tightening around his waist as the pace of his hips took over the tempo completely. He hugged your waist tight, picking up on the muffled gag from your moan and the way you clenched around him. You feel warmth bloom all throughout your body, your blowjob getting messier the longer it went on.
To his credit, Mingyu kept his hips still and his hands to himself until you shakily reach for one of them, setting it at the back of your head and looking up at him. He let out a breathy chuckle.
“You’re trying to make me cum aren’t you?”
You arch a brow coyly before you feel your eyes roll ever so slightly as Seungcheol hit your sweet spot hard. Mingyu waited until you were ready before he moved his own hips, both of them setting a much different tempo than the other.
It’s as messy as it is intimate, with Seungcheol murmuring words of love and praise against your skin as Mingyu’s cock hits the back of your throat, his fingers moving down to the back of your neck. You wonder if both of them realize it’s a sensitive zone for you or something, since both of them have this thing for massaging it. Every time they do, it made pleasant jolts run up and down your spine, and now was no different as you swallow hard around Mingyu’s cock.
“B-Baby, I’m-”
Seungcheol’s hips are stuttering below you, and you finally begin to move your own once more in response, clenching every time he nearly pulled out, enticing him to sink back in. Seungcheol growled out a string of curses, planting a hard spank to your ass that makes you jolt in surprise, gagging once more on Mingyu’s cock.
“Are you o-okay-fuck” Mingyu barely finished speaking before you adamantly sink down fully, nose against his pelvic region as you looked up at him. He cupped your face, holding your gaze and wiping away any overstimulated tears that rolled down your cheek as Seungcheol alternated kneading your sore cheek, spanking the other, and rubbing your clit.
It didn’t take much more for you to clench tight, thighs shaking as you came first, nails leaving scratches against the leather couch as you scrambled for purchase on something. Mingyu’s hips twitched themselves as he kept still, biting back his own urge to cum as he watched Seungcheol hug you close, cumming inside of you as he kissed the valley between your breasts, mumbling something neither you or Mingyu could hear.
Once both you and Seungcheol’s orgasms had subsided, you noticed a distinct lack of something and looked up at Mingyu, who stood over you with a (barely) triumphant look on his face.
“I didn’t cum without permission.”
Seungcheol laughed from beneath you as you slowly pull off of Mingyu’s cock, a spark of chaos and challenge in your eyes.
“I noticed. Come over here, then.”
A few minutes of repositioning, handsy grabbing and intimate butterfly kisses that quickly turned into more, and you were on your hands and knees, ass arched high in the air and a poor couch pillow being squeezed to hell and back as Mingyu thrust into you from behind. He held your shoulder down with one hand, the other on your waist to keep you in place as he thrust in deep, the cum Seungcheol left behind making a mess of both of you and the poor couch below as he watched his cock sink in and out of you.
You’re unsure of the words leaving your lips by this point, if they’re even words at all or just unintelligible sounds of ecstasy as Mingyu fucked you.
“Your hips are moving on their own again, my love? Are you gonna milk my cock like you did Hyung’s?”
You moan in response, glancing at him over your shoulder, rolling your hips in circles to meet him halfway. His thrusts are still powerful and nearly stop you in your tracks from how good it felt. Seungcheol isn’t too far from the two of you, stopping to give Mingyu a kiss that doesn’t shake the younger man’s tempo in the slightest before he circles around to you, kneeling on the floor in front of you and tilting your chin up so you can look into his eyes.
“Absolutely beautiful. Do you want to cum again? Can Mingyu cum, baby? He’s been working so hard~” he caressed your cheek, smiling as you once again press into his palm, nodding. He stole a kiss and shook his head.
“Ah, you made him say it. What do you want Mingyu to do?”
“C-Cum inside! Please cum inside of me I n-need it please-” You once again roll your hips, moaning in bliss as Mingyu rewards your efforts by going faster himself, hooking both of his hands over your thighs and pulling you back into his thrusts. Seungcheol continued to compliment and praise both of you, his voice raising only when both of yours did from your own groans.
“Go ahead, Mingyu. Give our love what she wants.”
You feel tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks as you cum again, thankful for Mingyu’s tight grip on your thighs, since you’re sure you would have fallen without it. You bury your face into Seungcheol’s neck and cry out something, though you’re not too sure of what since your mind blanked. Heat flooded between your legs as Mingyu came inside of you, groaning as he held you tight, slowing his wild pace to a slow grind.
You shudder, fingers leaving indents on Seungcheol’s skin as you held onto his shoulders, needing a moment to catch your breath before you pull away, heart hammering in your chest.
“Hey there, baby. You okay?” He inquired. You smile and nod without a word, giving him a kiss. He chuckled and happily kissed you back, caressing your cheeks with both thumbs before you broke it to try and lean back and kiss Mingyu. He bent over your body, making it easier for you as he leaned most of the way in.
Seungcheol watched the two of you for a moment before moving himself to turn the camera off, grabbing a robe for all three of you and coming back.
Once you broke the kiss, you pout as you feel Mingyu pull out of you. It’s immediately gone the moment he wrapped you up in the robe, picking you up effortlessly and smiling at Seungcheol.
“It’s a good thing the studio has showers.”
The three of you laugh as Mingyu led the way to the showers.
“We should probably change that couch, though,” Seungcheol commented.
“Oh, yeah, definitely.” You nod, putting your head against Mingyu’s chest.
-xoxox-
“YOU FUCKED IN THE STUDIO AGAIN?”
Mingyu dodged the couch pillow being hurled at him by Joshua while you sit and watch with Jeonghan. The man looked amused by the entire thing, going through the photos Mingyu, Seungcheol, and you had cleaned up and edited.
“Oh, that is a cute outfit on you, Y/N.” He commented, ignoring Seungcheol trying to play peacekeeper.
“We bought a new couch!”
“YOU USED MYCARD TO DO IT!”
You bring a cup of tea up to your lips, watching Josh lob a plushie that definitely belonged to Hosi across the room, nailing Seungcheol in the face. You glance back at Jeonghan, pointing to one of the pictures that was taken towards the beginning of your ‘shoot’. You, Mingyu, and Seungcheol looked like a trio of love-sick idiots, and it made you smile as you pointed it out.
“This one is my favorite, I think.”
Jeonghan nodded, sipping his own tea.
“I think it captures a lot.”
You smile and nod before you feel a dinosaur plushie belonging to Chan collide with your own head.
“DON’T SIT THERE LAUGHING, YOU’RE IN TROUBLE, TOO!”
