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?”
expanding on this because i don’t want to cram right now:
a lot of what woozi focuses on as he’s on his knees for you is your fingers in his hair, the way you don’t speak and only moan. there’s no dynamics when he does this for a recording purpose (not because it’s not a turn on, because it is, but nothing’s better than rendering you speechless, letting you let go of everything and seeing you give into the pleasure). he loves feeling you tighten and squirm, not knowing if you want more of his fingers or more of his tongue on your clit. but he really can’t get enough of your moans. in a non-dominant way, he encourages you to masturbate in front of him purely to listen to you. literally no words need to be said for him to have the time of his life going down on you. loves it when you hook your legs around his shoulders/traps and keep him against you, loves it that you do a bit of a sit-up when you cum, the way that your moans grow in volume, everything about it.
but actually it’s only like half the members bc this was a draft from ages ago and i forgot what i intended to write for the rest IM SORRY LOL
➵ featuring: soonyooung, jihoon, minghao, mingyu, seokmin, and chan (x reader) ➵ genre: nsfw headcanons that are also oddly wholesome? ➵word count: 558 ➵ warnings: this honestly isn’t too explicit, there’s just a glimpse of eating out and that’s pretty much it ^^
soonyoung: im so sorry to say this but he will definitely pull a horanghae in bed both as a joke but he somehow also turns it into smth sexual??? i just imagine him with his high stamina and all going round after round, pounding so hard into you that you’re basically quivering under his touch. this dude moans and groans but right when he’s about to cum? he curls his fingers and claws whatever he can grab a hold of—your back being the greatest victim as he starts from the flat of your shoulder blade down the sides of your back as he growls right in your ear
jihoon: i don’t necessarily know why there’s a part of me that believes jihoon is embarrassed to show his face to you during sex. and as much as you brave yourself to grab a hold of his jaw or a fistful of hair so you can meet his gaze. he just. won’t. let you. instead he buries his face in your body. in the crook of your neck, the valley of your breasts, taking his sweet sweet time in between your legs. and every attempt you make to pry his head away, he nuzzles his face deeper into your core
minghao:honestly, i don’t know how to accurately explain? i just- minghao loves to feel you. just every inch of your body. every curve, crevasse, muscle, bone, flaws and all. sometimes its soft, he slowly roams his hands up and down your body, his fingertips barely feeling like feathers. other times his grip gets a little too tight and the innocent grazing turns soon starts to turn into deep scratches all along your back, forearms, and thighs. but there is not one moment in time where his hands leave your body
mingyu:he’s def confident but there are times during sex where he can get so shy and he doesn’t want you to know that. was the foreplay enough? was he going too fast, too slow? is he really making you feel good or are you just faking it for his sake? so to ensure that you’re having just as a good time as he is, he periodically checks up on you by placing his hand on your cheek and directs your gaze towards him. seeing your fucked out expression gives him the slightest bit of relief.
seokmin:this baby worries over every little thing. no matter how often you guys do it :( and it’s not the case that he doesn’t know what he’s doing or shy over his actions, you already know how doubtful he can be sometimes and you always make sure you vocally and physically react to his every touch. he’s more worried over how you’re feeling emotionally. yes, sex is fun and all but it’s still a special moment that’s shared with just the both of you! so he makes sure to always hold your hand whenever he can
chan:this isn’t really during the act, but right after you both reach your highs and clean yourselves up, he always asks to suck your nipples before both of you pass tf out. he doesn’t even do it with the intent to start up again, he just thinks it’s relaxing !!! he claims it’s his form of aftercare like a nice lil boob massage or smth
➵ pairing: wen junhui x f!reader ➵ genre: fluff, smut, non-idol established relationship!au with a hint of domesticity ➵ summary: spending the fourth christmas season together as a couple called for new experiences to spice up your relationship. ➵word count:4091 ➵ warnings: fingering, cunnilingus (oral fem. receiving), dirty talk with a lotta praise, pet names, daddy kink, orgasm denial sorta?, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex technically (wrap the willy you nilly), cockwarming, use of sex toys, peg jun 2020 !!! ➵ a/n: i blacked out and wrote the majority of this at 4am
“chan, this is not at all what i meant!” you yell into the phone making sure your so called ‘best friend’ heard you loud and clear. the cold weather combatting the steam due to your anger rising the more you look at the items that you collected from the doorstep. “what the hell is all of this?”
“i thought you were supposed to be the kinkier one between the two of us? you should know what everything is,” chan exclaims in pure confusion. on the contrary, he didn’t know why you were suddenly fuming. every day since the first of december, all you’ve been rambling about was how you were supposed to surprise your boyfriend for christmas this year.
you guys were going on four years strong and you didn’t want the spark you two had to start to wither. you left it to the hands of your trusted best friend and chan thought he knew just the trick. “is this your way of telling me that you don’t know how to put on a strap? i’m sure it’s pretty easy, you just take-”
you couldn’t believe your ears. “no, you complete moron,” you exaggerate the last word, in hopes to drill the idiocy into his thick skull as you scatter through said items, laying them out on your bed. “i meant, why do i have it?” to be precise: a dark purple lace lingerie, a vibrator, some lube, and of course, a strap-on.
chan pauses before answering genuinely, “hun, this is how you’re gonna save your relationship.”
and to that, your mouth gapes. “you’ve got to be kidding me.” his answer takes the complete wind out of you, his words making you plop on your bed next your now lovely assortment of presents.
“i don’t know how else you wanted me to help, you guys have been doing just fine,” chan yawns, now putting you on speaker to tune out your complaints. “and if there’s nothing wrong in your everyday life, sprinkle in something new in your sex life.”
you entangle your fingers in between the gaps of the strap and bring it closer, expecting the quality of the leather. “like pegging?”
“look, i have a hunch based on the sexcapades you tell me.” you roll your eyes at his comeback, slightly regretting having him as the only one you tell everything to besides your boyfriend. “it’s at least worth a shot. who knows? maybe jun will actually like it.”
out of all the things you’ve thought of, yes - you have considered exploring more in the bedroom. not that your sex life was bland but the thought of doing something more than your regular routine did excite you. it was just a matter of how jun would react. that’s what makes you so nervous.
you ponder a little longer at chan’s words, weighing in your pros and cons. until finally, you come to a decision. with one last question in mind.
“…why dark purple?”
“i don’t know, hyung is just weird like that.”
it was a shame that jun had to work on christmas eve. presents still needed to be wrapped, cookies to bake, and an ugly fireplace to cover up with decorations. The image of you doing that alone shattered his heart to bits.
by the time he stepped foot on his doorstep, his watch read 12:09am dec. 25 - the beginnings of christmas. he rummaged through his satchel, avoiding the fragile box inside the pocket as he retrieved his keys at the bottom of the bag. upon entering your shared home, he lets out a heavy sigh, admiring how you managed to light up the entire living room at each corner with festive lights and decorations. even putting up his favorite ornaments: christmas themed daddy and mummy pig silver bulbs, a gift originally given by his good friend, minghao.
what started off as a dull christmas eve soon became a joyous christmas morning, replacing the thoughts of work with moments he can spend with you instead. jun prances to the bathroom where he already prepped his pajamas from this morning and began undressing, toothbrush ready in his mouth. all while getting suited up for bed, he almost completely dismisses the thought if you were even awake at this hour, saddening him just a little bit. if he was being honest, he actually wants to give you your present now rather than a few hours from now - he was far too impatient. blame his work for keeping him awake or else he would have the slightest bit of endurance. a final look and a quick wink to himself in the mirror, jun goes off to the bedroom to finally join you in bed.
but what he finds is something far more exciting: you standing next to your shared bed wearing lace pieces that barely cover your body.
jun instinctively closes his eyes, his hands moving up to his face. “ good god, she has no clothes on!” he shrieks, making you jump.
you froze in your spot, laughing at your boyfriend’s remark, knowing that this was his way of loosening you up. despite this being your first time dressing up for such an occasion. you digress back onto the bed, maneuvering so you can go under your covers until a pair of arms stop you.
“where do you think you’re going?” jun’s fingertips draw images on your bare thighs, making his way just a little closer to your desired heat that was already starting to pool through your lace bottoms. “you didn’t let me get a proper look,” his voice goes deeper, placing one of his hands on the small of your back as he hovers over you. his tall frame forcing you to lay back on the soft mattress. “that’s much better,” he shudders in anticipation, eyeing you up and down as he lets his hands wander around the curves of your body that’s now sprawled right in front of him.
you don’t want to admit that chan was right. but the devilish gleam in jun’s eyes ignited a new feeling of shyness andexcitementthat has yet to be explored. you planned tonight yet this was only half of what you prepared and you were already out of focus with his hands all over you. at a loss for words for what your boyfriend will do next.
your body relaxes the longer his touch lingers on your skin. his hands settle on the side of your hips before he crouches down to whisper in your ear. “did you get all dressed up for me, kitten?”
a lump in your throat forms at the new nickname, but you manage to respond with a snarky remark. “no, i’ve been waiting for santa claus to come,” your giggle barely audible.
he chuckles next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. your breath hitches feeling his cold fingers slip inside your lace panties, softly rubbing the spot around your hip bone as his other hand rides up your thin top to cup your breast. bringing himself back up, a smirk forms to match the look in his eyes. “well santa claus isn’t the one looking down at how fucking beautiful you are.”
your mouth gapes, not expecting that kind of your response from your rather bashful boyfriend. but you sure as hell thought it was the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. the anticipation finally dies away when you finally reach out to connect his lips with yours.
the kiss is messy, teeth clashing, your tongues passing by each other to explore each other’s mouths. jun has no idea what’s gotten over him, maybe it was the minimal amount of sleep that’s slipped into his system. his body running on the sudden rush of endorphins that erupted through his body and now, he doesn’t want to stop.
“i mean it,” he says between kisses. “you’re so gorgeous.” situating himself between your legs, his lips travel down your neck, sucking on the soft spot behind your jaw as he eagerly pulls down your panties. you sigh once you feel the sudden cold air hitting your pussy. still untouched, jun licks the new formed purple mark on the skin of your neck before lowering himself to where you needed him the most.
apparently, four years isn’t enough for you to be comfortable opening up to your boyfriend. you keep ankles crossed, attempting to close your legs trapping jun’s fingers on your thighs, causing him to sigh in disappointment. “kitten, how many times do i need to remind you? you don’t have to be shy around daddy.” with the help of his forearms, he prys your legs apart. the wider your legs go, the closer he is to your alluring pussy.
“wait!” you urged, catching jun’s attention with worry. a pout forming on your lips, “this isn’t fair.”
he gives you a puzzled look, instinctively patting the area of his pockets as if he forgot something, only taking him seconds for him to realize what he’s forgotten. you’re right, how silly of jun to not think for himself. for a guy that might be full of himself, he doesn’t want to show off to just anyone. and with a single tug, he swiftly removes his silk pajama shirt, your mouth waters over how toned your boyfriend is - eyeing his happy trail disappearing into his pants.
“you’re already tempting me enough, baby. now be a good girl and open wide for me,” he murmurs, finally sliding a single finger across your folds. a small gesture enough to send your head back. “already this wet for me? must have been so lonely without me today. huh, princess?” he lowers his head back down while his fingers circle around your entrance. “i’m sorry kitten, i’ll make it up to you, i promise. i’ll make you feel good.”
finally leveled with your cunt, he parts your folds to reveal all your sweet parts. keeping one hand ready to enter your hole, jun delivers a nice long lick to your slit, stopping just below your clit. you release a breathy whine, cursing under your breath at the lack of contact. you know what he’s doing, trying to “make things up to you” but you were extra needy today. you needed things to go faster. in this train of events, you’re not the one that needs the prepping for the main dish.
you lend a helping hand, your middle finger circling your clit as your other hand rakes through jun’s hair, pushing him further into your pussy. his growls send vibrations all throughout your lower half, causing you to spread your legs out wider and signal him to start pushing fingers into your entrance. his name leaves your lips as you moan, feeling jun’s tongue go in and out of your throbbing hole, stroking your core. one finger. then two. soon enough, you’re taking three fingers in, jun still lapping at your folds. no matter how used to your body is to his touch, the sound of your juices slapping against jun’s fingers almost humbles you. and it’s so easy for him to find the right spot, he’s able to find it so fast yet you don’t want to give it to him yet. glancing down below, jun is too entranced by your sweet pussy to meet your gaze but the visible tent in his pants catches yours. an evident sign that it was time.
with the hand still interlocked in his hair, you pull him back into a sloppy kiss, running your hands down to palm his erection while tasting your own essence on jun’s lips. “why’d you make me stop, sweet girl? i felt you were close,” his breaths uneven, his fingers still sitting in your pussy, thumb pressing against your clit. he lets out a shaky groan under your touch, freeing his dick from pants and rubbing the tip with your thumb so you could spread his precum up and down his shaft.
“i want to cum with you inside me,” you assert yourself as you begin to sit up, your hands on jun’s shoulders for support as you straddle your knees so your entrance is just above his cock.
it is taking everything in jun’s power not to bust his load right then and there. he’s convinced it’s something in the air intertwined with the magic of the christmas spirit or something of the sort. his sweet little kitten about ready to pounce is a sight he can get used to seeing.
kicking his bottoms off his ankles, jun keeps a hand on your waist as the other wraps your inner thigh from the outside to keep your position. “who am i to say no to my babygirl?”
with those words alone, you melt - sliding your wet pussy down on his cock, fitting in so easily, it’s concerning. jun gasps, throwing his head back, feeling your walls so warm around him, your ass grazing the front of his balls. you wince, dropping your head down as you try to force a smile. as good as it felt, how full you felt, you forget how big jun can get. what he lacks in girth, he definitely makes up in length. so much it makes you gag.
while you adjust, jun distracts you by peppering kisses starting from your forehead, working down to your breasts, carefully removing your last piece of clothing. kisses here, small licks there, leaving small marks across your shoulders and collarbones. his hand moving up from your waist to rub and twist your nipples as he comes back up to lick your outer ear, sending shocks all over your body.
just as you were about to move, you feel jun push you away.
“baby, is that lube inside your dresser?” he raises an eyebrow as he cocks his head to the side in genuine confusion.
you blush a dark crimson when you realize how far you left your dresser open next to your bed, with the lube peaking out, as well as bits of leather from your flimsy strap.
events are happening a little faster than you’d hope - your orgasm still waiting for your release. but knowing the attention span your boyfriend has, his curiosity will last longer than you can hold out a single session. so you might as well ride the waves and take advantage of it while you still have the courage.
“do you want to see what i got you for christmas?” you smirk, your lips delivering a small peck before you reach out your arms to retrieve the unwrapped presents that were hidden away. his eyes lighting up as you pull them out one by one, biting the corner of your lips as you feel his cock twitch between your walls.
“oh? does my baby want to try something on daddy?” he grunts as he winds up to meet your pelvis. “you want to see how far i can take a dick up my ass?” jun’s smirk practically reaches the corner of his eyes as he slowly pulls out, shivering as he hears you whine at the loss of contact.
“y-yes,” you whisper shyly. “i think it’d be fun,” your hands are already stirring to open the container of lube.
jun hums in response, pleasantly amused by this new situation you’ve found yourself in. he places a gentle kiss on your lips to reassure you. “if that’s what makes my kitten happy.”
you feel slightly embarrassed standing in front of your boyfriend. the strap fits nicely around your hips and apparently so does the dildo that is now protruding from your pelvis, not hiding much else. jun on the other hand, looked overjoyed and jittery. like a kid going to the playground for the first time. sitting at the edge of the bed he grabs you by the hips and pulls you closer, trapping your lips as your chests touch. “even like this, you look so enticing,” he says with his lips hovering over yours.
his hands trail from your forearm to your hands. “you won’t be needing this,” jun takes the vibrator from your grasp and waves it in front of you. “at least not on me.” the button clicks causing the small object to move at a steady pace and making contact with the small of your collarbone. you shudder, your body beginning to shiver as it travels down your body, across your already hard nipples, and circling around the area just above your clit before he inserts the vibrator in your leaking cunt.
you fall forward, stopping yourself on jun’s shoulders as you feel the vibrator hit your walls. you watch as jun takes a plentiful amount of lube on his hands to lavishly spread it around your shaft, surprised how at ease jun looks. prepping for this moment, there were a lot of scenarios that you had depicted this would go. none of them picturing jun still very much in control of the situation. you decide not to question it now wasn’t the time to thank him for how grateful you are for him already knowing what to do when your release was slowly catching up to you once again.
with his clean hand, he grabs your wrist to put it up to his mouth. sticking out his tongue, he coats his saliva all around and wets fingers even more as he sucks in both your index and your middle. “all i need is two fingers, baby, okay? i’ll let you know when.”
the moment of truth comes when jun lays his back on the mattress, arms and legs wide open. you nervously trace around his eager hole, pulsating at your touch, accidentally putting both fingers in causing jun to arch his back and shrieking in pain and pleasure.
you panic. “babe, i’m so sorry! i d-“
you feel jun’s thighs shaking but spreads out more in response to your actions, wanting more of what you can give despite the pain. “no no no! it’s fine baby just keep going, you’re doing good.”
gathering up your courage to start again, you begin to pump your fingers in and out - a skill you were used to doing yourself so at least you had confidence in that. mentally taking deep breaths, you relax your body and ease up your fingers. you intently watch how his hole swallows your fingers, wanting to give him more, increasing your speed. each time you feel hin wall squeeze your fingers, you spread them apart farther causing jun to wince and whimper.
your other hand finds itself messaging jun’s balls, a weak spot of his you came to know, while he takes the liberty of stroking his own cock, still propped up against his stomach. but you’re aching, needing something to fill you up. in which you give his cock a long lick from the base of the shaft to the slit, giving the tip a nice suck before popping it out.
he reaches across to grab a handful of your hair, pulling your head back to face him. “god princess, as much as i would love your pretty mouth around my cock, i think we have other matters to attend to,” he groans, continuing to move his other hand up and down. “baby, i’m ready when you are.”
you’re shaking nervously again as you pull your fingers out, stalling by putting extra lube on the material “for extra measure”. gripping jun’s hips, you line yourself just like before - but this time in reverse. your shaft touching the entrance of jun’s puny, swollen hole. your instincts tell you to close your eyes as you enter him. but your mind has you admiring how vulnerable jun looks as he slowly comes undone for you.
a sudden rush of power comes over you. you obviously can’t feel the same sensations he feels, but god can you see it. the gripping of the bedsheets. his quivering legs wrapped around you. biting his lip, covering his face, hand over his mouth to suppress the lewd sounds he’s making. was this what you looked like?
“kitten, please,” jun squeaks trying to buck his hips up as he notices you slowing down your pace. “you’re doing perfectly, please go faster baby, i know you can.” he struggles to come up, meeting your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue licking your bottom lip for entrance in which you willingly give him. as he explores you caven once again, you inch your way deeper into his hole, jun moaning into your mouth as his legs begin to weaken.
maneuvering around your bottom halves, his fingers nudges your clit making you gasp, realizing the vibrations still going on in your cunt. “you’re doing so well, i know you want to cum kitten,” jun says, lips tickling the side of your neck. “i’ll give it to you baby, just do this for daddy,” he kisses your cheek, his touch lingering on your body before he lays back down.
you want to cum so badly and dare you say that you don’t need jun’s help for this one, not this time. jun may be operating the mission but you’re carrying out the plans, you’re the one that gets to watch jun wither away in nothing but ecstasy. and that pools you little cunny to no end.
being considerate of jun’s workplace, you place your hands on the side of his torso, careful not to leave marks on the company’s golden star. giving him bold, deep and fast strokes, making his eyes water. each push causing him to flail his arms and arch his back to let out all his beautiful moans.
on the other hand, you’re tearing up on your own as you feel your pussy swelling up, impatiently waiting for your release to come.
jun hears your silent weeping and starts pumping his shaft. “don’t worry kitten, i’m so close. just a little more for me, right there.” he throws his head back, blinding himself in the blissful sensation.
you pump as fast as you can, not minding how uneven your thrusts are, wanting so badly to finish. from jun’s heavy panting and hissing, you can tell he was close. when your body couldn’t take anymore, with one last jerk up, you let your orgasm spool right out of you. your head down as you watch your thick white cum coat the red carpet underneath you. a mess you can clean up later. looking up, you find jun’s own mess all over his stomach with even some on his chin. out of breath, his eyes find yours and curves his lips into a proud smile.
but gosh are you exhausted. weak in the knees from holding in your orgasm for what seems like hours. you release yourself from your attire, including the merciless machine stuck between your legs, and crawl on top of your bed, collapsing on the pillow and soft cushions.
“are you okay princess?” jun’s voice chimes in your ears, bringing you back to reality. he cups your cheeks while taking your hand to message your inner thighs. “does it hurt anywhere? any cramps? do you want me to run a bath for you?” he gracily pulls your body towards him, forcing you to sit up. “let me clean you up. anything else you need, baby?”
despite how out of breath you are, you manage to speak. “no,” you murmur. “cuddles.” swinging your arms around, jun’s towering frame tropples down back into your embrace with his head on your shoulders.
a nice silence brims the air as you hum a show tune under your breath in combination with jun’s train of compliments along the lines of “you did so good” and “you’re gorgeous”. your eyes begin to falter as the silence draws out, your body slowly drifting numb.
“wait, i want to give you my christmas gift!” jun shoots up from the bed, not bothering to put any clothes on as he runs out of the room. you laugh, covering your face with your duvet as you watch him come back wearing his satchel around his neck with the bag covering his dick.
he wistfully catches the pillow you throw at him and plops on the spot beside you. “close your eyes,” he smiles, jumbling through his work bag.
“i think i’m actually supposed to open the present myself,” you giggle, fully entering your sheets.
“oh also,” jun avoids your gaze. a redness flushing his cheeks as he shyly takes out a small box. “can you hold out your hand?”
⇢Patreon oneshotextensionof thisoneshot, but can be read as a stand alone too :)
⇢ Synopsis: Years of rules and fun time between your little trio has led you here: to a cute little church, with one of your boyfriends awaiting for you at the end of the aisle- you and Mingyu always start without Wonwoo, today it’s his turn to start first.
⇢ Pairing: Wonwoo & Mingyu x fem!reader ⇢ Genre: smut, fluff ⇢ Warnings (18+) : pre-wedding shenanigans, oral (f receiving), some dirty talk, dom/sub themes, role changes/shifts, short but fun and a good amount of smutty i think :), etc… ⇢ Word Count: 1.8k - 300 words shown in teaser ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: post collage au, One shot Bonus extension scene, Wedding Day, ‘sleeping with the best man’ trope, etc…
“I don’t care if you are the best man Jeon Wonwoo, you are not coming into this room,” you hear Seungkwan say loudly, and you exchange a look with Hoshi through the bathroom mirror that has your friend sighing and pushing off from the wall where he’d been leaning.
“Do you want us to get rid of him?” Hoshi asks, and you let out a small chuckle at his words. DK, Seungkwan and Hoshi might be many things, but what they are not is: capable of holding off either of your boyfriends, a fact that’s been proven time and time again.
“This is the fourth time he’s knocked on the door,” you muse, returning your eyes to the mirror, watching your makeup artist do the final touches on your look, “maybe we should just let him in.”
“Wouldn’t be the worst idea,” DK says as soon as Hoshi scoffs loudly, and the younger man continues by pointing out: “he’s not even the groom- so, it’s not breaking any traditions-”
“Nothing about any of this is traditional,” comes Boo Seungkwan’s voice, and he appears in the doorway, assessing you with critical eyes before he breaks into a smile, “Mingyu is gonna cry when he sees you.”
“He better,” you laugh, thanking the makeup artist who leaves the bathroom with her makeup kit now that her job is done, allowing you a little more privacy with your friends. “Does anyone have the time?”
“You need to be walking down the aisle in fifteen minutes,” Seungkwan answers without even having to lift up his wrist to check his watch, and you feel extremely happy you chose him to be part of your prep team, he’s on top of everything.
“Okay,” you nod, exiting the bathroom and looking around the empty hotel suite, “that gives me ten minutes-”
“You are not sleeping with Wonwoo before your wedding!” Seungkwan shrieks, chasing after you and throwing his hands in the air.
“You’re right, I’m not, I’m sleeping with the best man before my wedding,” you smirk mischievously and Seungkwan’s eyes nearly pop out of his head.
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⇢ 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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pairing ➳ dom!Seungcheol x sub!inexperienced!female reader
genre ➳ sugar daddy au, fake dating, strangers to lovers, smut, pwp, angst and some fluff. part of theSugar Spice and Everything Niceproject.
warnings ➳ okayy let’s see, profanities, reader is shy and timid, she is also a simp, age gap tho it isn’t mentioned, lying, insecurities, mention of terminal illness, dom/sub dynamics, explicit sexual content: multiple sex scenes, daddy kink obviously, kissing, a little degradation (slut), marking, big dicc! cheol, one tit slap, one spank, a little fingering, a lil clit biting? tit worshipping, male oral, choking, virgin sex, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it guys, this is just fiction!), forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, crying, creampie, seggs so gud she passes out, lots of emotions that needs to be addressed, Cheol is kind of an asshole at times?
word count ➳ 15.7k (grab your popcorn besties)
synopsis➳the worst first meeting and then an uncanny proposition is enough to cause trouble for you. you fall for a man who doesn’t seem all that keen on returning your feelings.
playlist ➨ sugar daddy- queen herby // lover- taylor swift // power- ellie goulding // sugar- maroom 5 // tell it to my heart- meduza // guys my age- hey violet // tie a cherry- cl // only- lee hi // king of my heart- taylor swift // one last night- vaults // i fell in love with the devil- avril lavinge // i like it when you love me- oh wonder.
a/n: First of all happy new year guysss(even tho I’m late) and secondly, it’s hereee!!! The first installment of Sugar Spice and Everything Nice is here!! I’m so excited, goshh. This is my first time writing explicit smut so idk how good it was (lemme know, wink wonk). For me it was hard af like I had no idea it was so draining to write smut?? Lmao anyways. Tbh when I thought of doing a sugar daddy fic, the first member I could think of was Cheol. I mean- HES A LITERAL DILF OKAY, he has the looks, the money, everything so ofc I had to do my first ever sg fic centering him. I hope y'all have a great time reading this and anticipate Joshua and Jeonghan’s story which will probably take another couple months to be posted, sorry! Happy reading and I’ll see y'all in hell( I can’t believe I wrote this WTF )
Your ass hurts.
It hurts so bad that you feel like the skin has come off and it has been set on fire. But that pain doesn’t even come close to the fear and anxiety you feel right now as you watch the godly handsome man glare at you, his eyes shooting fire towards you like laser beams. His secretary or assistant or something dabs away at the stain on his pristine dark blue suit jacket with extreme caution; careful not to spread the stain further. The stain you just gave him.
In your defense, it was accidental but you aren’t totally guilt free. You were too busy daydreaming about the man; the one currently sending daggers your way, to notice he was getting up from his seat to take his leave. Somehow your clumsy, pathetic self lost her balance and ended up tossing all the hot coffee that you were about to serve another table on him- mainly his suit while you land ass first on the floor. You are truly thankful that the man was wearing his suit otherwise he would have been burned pretty bad and by now you would probably be on your way to jail for burning somebody.
“Fuck! Stop it!” The man, also known as Mr. Choi bats the other man’s hand away from his jacket as he takes it off, still glaring at you, probably cursing you too in his mind while you sit unmoving on the floor, stupidly gaping at him.
“Oh my god! We’re so so sorry, sir!” From somewhere Tanz rushes towards the crime scene and helps you get up, while continuously bowing to the man in apology. “That was an accident. Please forgive us, sir. We’ll pay for the dry cleaning.”
“Forget it!” His voice booms, clearly annoyed as he mutters something to the other man who rushes out of the restaurant. “Do you know what you have done? How I could have been burned? I have a business meeting for fucks sake.” He hisses at you while dabbing at the light patch of brown that has seeped on his crisp white shirt from the jacket.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper meekly, head hanging low in shame, cringing at yourself. Way to make an impression. Tanz is about to say something but the man speaks again, this time directed at her, “If this is how your employees treat their customers then you should probably think about hiring new ones.” He snaps before turning on his heel and marching out of the place.
The hushed chatter returns as obnoxiously rich people stare at you and gossip while Tanz pushes you towards the kitchen. “Wow. So you like spilling coffee on men that you like? Is that your way of telling them that you are interested?” She raises a brow at you making you flustered. “I swear, it was an accident! I just- slipped somehow…I’m so sorry.”
She sighs, rubbing her forehead. “It’s okay. As long as he doesn’t file a complaint about us. And if he doesn’t do that, be sure he’s never coming back. He doesn’t wanna get his pretty face burned next time.” Tanz jokes but you don’t really find it amusing.
Mr. Choi has been your harmless crush for a while now, well he definitely was harmless until now. He’s one of the regular customers here, showing up almost everyday whether to have breakfast or to grab a cup of coffee. He always leaves the most generous tips which are a given for a billionaire like him. You have seen his face on magazines and the internet before as he is a hot topic of discussion because of his extreme success at a young age. Not only is he blessed with extremely good looks but he also doesn’t lack intelligence and pairing it up with his communication skills and straightforwardness, he has managed to build an entire empire fairly young. And you just spilled hot coffee on someone like him.
Tanz takes pity on your traumatized state and lets you go home early, where you crawl under your blankets and try to wipe the cringy memory off your mind. You can only hope he does the same.
Sitting here, waiting for the stranger to appear is nerve wracking. Well, he isn’t a complete stranger if you consider the messages you exchanged with him over the past week.
You still can’t believe you signed up on a freaking sugar daddy website and then started chatting with some dude who you have no idea is real or not and now you are here, waiting for the said dude at a cafe. This all truly feels surreal now. Sure, the man seemed fun and nice over texts but you have no idea what he looks like and if he truly has the capability to be a sugar daddy. In his profile, it said his name is Scoups and his age is 32. That’s all you know about the man you are going to meet. You don’t have any idea what he looks like because his profile picture was rather vague, a capture of his silhouette rather than his profile.
He had asked if he could meet you in this cafe last night and thinking about all your accumulating bills, you said yes. He even specifically told you where to sit, the third table from the entrance by the window. Now you sit here tapping your foot nervously, contemplating your decision and waiting for the man to show up. You can’t even look for him and only hope that he manages to recognize you from your profile picture.
You’re so engrossed in your thoughts that it takes you a while to realize a man is standing in front of you. Peeking up to look at him, your heart almost lurches out of your chest at the sight. Mr. Choi stands in front of you in all his glory, a confused look on his face as he judges you with a raised brow. Your throat tightens.
“Wha-what are you doing here?” He’s incredulous. You get nervous for no reason. You fiddle with your hands as they flail wildly and blurt out, “I- you told me to c-come here. We- we have been talking through that website-”
“What the fuck are you saying? I was supposed to meet some investors he- wait a second!” Some sort of revelation flashes across his eyes as he clenches his jaw and tightens his fist. You half expect him to start throwing punches but instead, he yells, “Fuck! Yoon Jeonghan!” He grits his teeth as he produces his phone from his breast pocket and quickly dials a number before walking away, leaving you completely bewildered.
You sit there as minutes pass by, baffled at the situation. Out of all people, he had to be your match? Or maybe it wasn’t him. God, you’re confused. When you are sure he has left for good and you should too, he reappears at your table, an annoyed look resting on his face.
He sits down on the chair across you with a disturbed grunt, before undoing the button of his jacket and releasing a deep breath. You sit there frozen, too nervous to speak or move, only watching the beautiful man in front of you rubbing his temples. He begins, “I have to clear things up. This is a setup, done by my dear friend. He was the one who you have been talking to on that website. He set me up to this, saying that we were meeting some investors. I had no idea I was gonna meet a…sugar baby.” He mutters dryly, undoubtedly displeased with everything. Dumbly, you whisper, “I’m sorry.”
What are you even sorry for? Oh yeah, spilling coffee on his jacket.
He lets out a mirthless chuckle, “It’s really ironic meeting you. God the confusion I felt when I saw you sitting here.” He shakes his head at the memory as you grow more embarrassed. “Anyway, I think we’re done here. Sorry to let you down but if you want to meet my friend I can give you his number.” His tone is dismissive as he prepares to leave but stops in his tracks when a ping comes from his phone. He opens the device to check the text and a frown settles on his face upon reading it. He sits still for a while, staring at the screen while you do the same, waiting for his next move.
And it surprises you.
“On a second thought, I don’t mind being a sugar daddy.” He announces as he gets comfortable in the chair again and you gulp, wondering what that text said that made him change his mind so quickly. Silently, you wait for him to elaborate but he doesn’t, instead starts scanning you top to bottom. You grow flustered under his scrutinizing gaze, shuffling in your seat as you wonder if he likes what he sees or feels repelled. It’s probably the latter.
“I have some specific demands that need to be met. One, if I’m being precise. You do that and I pay you generously.”
You swallow. “What is it?”
“I need someone to show up with me on family functions and other events. You see, my family has been pressuring me to find a significant other and me showing up with a girl will really keep them off my ass.” He states, getting to the point immediately as you sit there, processing his words. His proposition sounds almost unreal, too easy. He continues, “I’m willing to pay whatever your requirement is. If you agree, then I’m gonna prepare a contract which will carry all the details of this arrangement.” He sounds so formal like he’s doing business which in a way, he is and his authoritativeness makes you stumble over your words as you gather your thoughts.
“I…I don’t mind I guess. I have loans to pay off so…I’m willing.” You whisper. In the back of your mind, you wonder if this means you have to get physical with him, which you definitely don’t mind but the thought makes your throat dry. As if he can read your mind, he speaks, “Don’t worry about sex. I’m not looking for anything physical. But if you are willing then we can. However, that is not a priority. We can take it one at a time.” His bluntness makes your face burn as you nod timidly, looking away. When you offer nothing more he sits up straight. “ Well, then, Miss ____, I take it you’re willing?”
“Yes.” You nod. “Good. My secretary will contact you soon. We can meet up and discuss the contract.” He throws a professional smile at you, a pleasure-doing-business-with-you-with-you smile as he fishes out his wallet and pulls out a couple of hundred dollar bills. To your utter surprise, he pushes them towards you. “Thank you for your time.” Is all he says before he stands up and marches away, leaving you to sit there shocked, horrified even as you stare at the bills sitting on the table.
Two hundred dollars?
For what? Like twenty minutes? Is this what it feels like to be a sugar baby? Half of you feel ashamed while the other half feels giddy as you reach for the notes. You have to put your pride aside if you want to pay off your loans and accomplish your dreams. Also, it’s not like this is illegal or you begged him for this. He willingly gave you two hundred dollars! With a soft smile on your lips, you put the notes in your purse and head home.
A couple of days later, true to his words, Seungcheol’s secretary calls you, letting you know that his boss wants to have dinner with you and go over the contract. Due to the occasion, you take out the best piece of clothing you own; a mid-length black evening dress with a sweetheart neckline that hugs your body nicely and pray that it makes you look decent and presentable. Seungcheol is kind enough to send his car to pick you up and take you to the restaurant.
When you arrive, Seungcheol is already there, waiting for you in one of the private dining areas. Dressed in a grey suit and pants which are a little crinkled right now, it is evident that he had a long day. But somehow, he manages to look perfectly put together and attractive, his intimidating aura ever present. “Good evening, Miss ____.”
He greets as he sees you enter and with a shy greeting, you quickly sit down opposite to him. The room is spacious, designed with wood and minimalistic decorations as a table sits at the center, surrounded by a couple of chairs. Seungcheol pushes the menu resting on the table towards you. “Order whatever you please. Then we can start discussing the contract.”
So you do that quickly as the waiter arrives and pours some champagne on your glasses. As a means of easing your nerves, you quickly gulp it down.
“Now, since this is a contract, I expect you to be completely honest and tell me if you aren’t satisfied with anything. This won’t work if you don’t tell me your worries,” Seungcheol begins, pushing the written contract towards you. Tentatively, you pick up the piece of paper. “I’ve listed my requirements here. You can add yours if you have any. And if you disagree with any of these then we can discuss it.” He states, leaning back on his chair and taking a sip of the bubbling drink. You can feel his eyes burning into you as you read over the contract and you are pretty surprised over its simplicity.
They don’t contain many clauses, just a few; none of the parties are allowed to have any other relationships while in this contract, prices are negotiable if they do not satisfy the sugar baby, sexual relationship is not a must but it can be initiated with the consent of both parties and lastly, if any of the parties want to break off this arrangement, they can do so without any questions asked. You set down the paper with a hum and Seungcheol asks, “Okay? Would you like to add anything?”
“No, I think this is fine.” You say, making him nod and fetch a pen from his pocket. “You can always add something later if you feel like it. I want this to be beneficial for both of us. This way, we both get what we want, don’t we?” Nodding, you scribble your sign at the bottom of the paper, next to his. You feel like you have done something huge, something that will change your life and it will. He is literally your sugar daddy now. Which reminds you.
“Oh, thank you for that money…that day. You… didn’t have to do it, really.” You whisper. Seungcheol shrugs, his tone bored, “I’m your sugar daddy, aren’t I? Besides, you were scammed in a way. Only felt right to compensate you. Jeonghan says he’s sorry, by the way.” Biting your lip, you nod, unable to come up with a reply.
“Okay, now.” Seungcheol puts his hands on the table, his serious gaze making you squirm in your seat. “My parents are hosting a charity event this weekend. And you will be accompanying me.”
“This weekend?” You let out an unceremonious gasp. He raises a brow, “Yes. Do you have plans? I will pay you handsomely.” The mention of money makes you flush as you quickly shake your head, “No no! I just- I wasn’t expecting it. I mean it’s in two days and I don’t have any time to prepare my dr-”
“Everything will be taken care of, ___.” He pins you down with his gaze. “You just need to show up. I will have a pair of stylists and make-up artists at my place this Saturday. You can get ready there.”
“O-okay. Thank you.” You mutter, feeling a little intimated.
“Good.” Seungcheol smirks. “Pleasure doing business with you, Miss ____.”
After that, there’s a pause in the air as dinner is served and you both start eating in relative silence. “I did some background check on you. You’re a business major, I see.” Seungcheol states somewhere between the dinner. “Yes, I am.” You speak.
“You have quite an excellent score. Why don’t you come to my company for an internship.” The idea is enticing but you are already in a rather special relationship with this man so the idea of him being your boss too isn’t really the most pleasing. It is true that you are preparing your résumé for some internships as you need money to pay off your loans as the diner’s pay isn’t helping with too much. “T-thank you for your offer, Mr. Choi. But I don’t think I will.” He raises a brow at you but doesn’t speak further, instead sips the champagne. “You are not interested in an internship?”
“I- I was but not anymore. I mean, with our new arrangement,” heat flares all through your face “I-I think I’ll keep working at the diner and save up. I actually want to open my own shop.” You whisper, confessing your dream to him suddenly making you shy.
What does he think of you? Is he judging you? Laughing at you?
“What shop?”
“A flower shop,” you breathe, looking at your lap. He’s silent for a while before nodding, “A flower shop, huh? Interesting.” He muses and you cringe inwardly thinking he’s probably laughing at you. Before you can stop yourself you explain, “You see my mother used to have a garden when I was young. I really liked watching her tending to the garden with so much love and before I knew it I started to do the same too. She loved roses, half of our garden was full of them. I just…I don’t know, I want to work with flowers.” You don’t know why you are blabbering about this to pretty much a stranger and you half expect him to roll his eyes and say whatever but you watch him nod, almost understandingly.
“That’s great. We’ll drink to that. I hope you can open your shop soon.” He raises his glass and you quickly grab yours, clinking it with him, whispering a ‘cheers’.
It has been two months since that night and God, your life has turned completely upside down. If someone said this was gonna be your life a few months back, you would have flipped them off but lord, it is. You have attended quite a few events with Seungcheol in the span of the last couple of months and after each event, the amount that was dropped in your bank account was mind boggling, almost filthy. You have once tried talking to Seungcheol about it, saying he did not have to pay that much every time but he just shrugged and said that’s what you deserve for giving him your time. And you certainly can’t complain.
With the current flow of cash, in just a few weeks you can finish paying all your debts and actually start working on setting up your shop.
Other than the obscene about of money, there are gifts. So much of it that bags of Channel and Dior and Gucci and Louis Vuitton and Prada lie around your apartment now because after every party you attend with Seungcheol, he lets you take home the expensive dresses and shoes as gifts. You have tasted the most luxurious wines and champagnes, tried a variety of delicacies, rode cars worth a million dollars and whatnot. It has been an overwhelming but also a learning experience as you got to experience how the filthy rich people lived. And it is easy to get used to because coming from a struggling family, when you have diamonds and rubies on your neck and fingers, you truly can’t complain too much. But every now and then you tell Seungcheol to take it easy and tone it down just a little.
Seungcheol,right. The man who is now at the center of your universe. He’s an enigma, just like gravity as he keeps pulling you closer and closer yet leaving you unsatisfied. You don’t really know what you expected Seungcheol to be but it’s definitely not this. He’s attentive and respectful but also very professional. While this sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship may sound really intimate to others, it’s nowhere near that for the two of you. It’s fair to say you are extremely surprised at how Seungcheol keeps his distance and never tries to initiate anything with you.
You have been playing the role of Seungcheol’s arm candy slash companion, nothing more or less. So far you have attended four events with him, the first one being his family charity. His parents surprised you, in the best way. While you expected them to make rude comments and judge you down to your pores, they were welcoming and chatty and easy to get along with, like the rest of his family. His mother was the life of the party, talking and laughing and drinking nonstop, her vibe a lot younger than her age.
After that event, you attended two more office parties, followed by an evening party taken place after Seungcheol launched another new business. That night is the most unforgettable as you were flocked with paparazzi coming at you from all directions and throwing questions left and right. However, Seungcheol handed them efficiently, shielding you from the blinding flashes with his large frame as he answered the questions for you. He has always made sure that you felt comfortable and always made you feel included in conversations. And for someone with a soft heart like yours, his attention and politeness towards you have increased the teeny tiny crush you had on him to tenfold.
How can you not like someone as charming as him? Sure, he has kept you at an arm’s length, never sharing anything too personal with you nor asking anything personal about you but the sight of him in a suit, engrossed in his work, his ring clad fingers massaging his temples is enough to make you forget everything and fall for him harder. Seungcheol pays you to show up with him at events and while you were first interested in luxurious parties and fine dining events, you’ve soon lost interest in them; now too busy gawking at Seungcheol. The events now bore you but you certainly aren’t complaining when you get to be by the side of a man like Seungcheol.
The way he shows up in expensive suits, tailored just perfectly and free of a single crease and the way he brushes his slicked hair back while talking or the way his adam’s apple bobs when he sips champagne or the way his biceps flex when he buttons his suit is good enough to drive you insane. Simply speaking, it looks like you’ve got it down bad for someone who is clearly not interested in a relationship. You remember asking him about this on the way home after one of his parties.
“Why don’t you just…date?”
Your question catches him off guard by the look on his face as he raises a rather judgemental brow at you. Flustered, you’re about to apologize for being nosy when he sighs. “Too much work.”
“Huh?” You blink at him. “Dating. It’s too much for me. I’ve seen people around me fall in love and then fall apart in the worst ways and I don’t want to be like them. I’m not ready for commitment or the effort and responsibilities that come with a relationship only for it to end and cause me headaches. It feels like a burden to me.”
“Oh.” You murmur. “But it could be fun too. If you find the right person, I mean.” Your voice fades into a whisper. A small unamused smile rests on his face. “That’s the thing. Finding the right person. I don’t think there is someone like that. At least for me.”
“Well, you never know until you search.” You speak wondering why the hell you are pushing him to find love. Maybe because deep down that’s what you wish from him, to love you. Seungcheol stares at you for a while, your eyes not leaving his as you watch the city lights reflect in them. The moment is broken when a frown mars his beautiful face as he snaps, “Well. As I said, I’m not interested.”
His rejection definitely hurt you but you didn’t have time to dwell on it because the next day Seungcheol announced that you would be accompanying him to Paris this weekend for a two-day business trip. The news came out of nowhere and smacked you on the face but you were too excited to complain how short of a time he gave you to prepare. Seungcheol dealt with all the paperwork work and a few days later you were accompanying him to Paris in his private jet.
It has been a couple of hours since you have landed and checked into the hotel suite. Seungcheol is currently taking a shower as you stand on the balcony, watching the Eiffel tower in the distance as the dusk fell.
You are still in the process of processing that all this is real and you are truly in Paris, staying in a fucking penthouse suite which unfortunately or fortunately has two bedrooms because Seungcheol claimed he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, sipping a wine whose name you can’t even pronounce. All thanks to your dear sugar daddy. The word still feels foreign on your tongue and you haven’t called him that out loud but oftentimes, your mind wonders if he’d like to be called that in bed. You are yet to find out if you have a daddy kink which seems like it won’t happen soon given how professional Seungcheol has been with you.
Your wandering thoughts come to a halt as Seungcheol appears from the bathroom, half naked, just grey pajama pants hanging low on his hips and you almost choke on your wine. Making a quick excuse you dash to the bathroom, seeking shelter from the defined, absolutely perfect muscles all over his chest and abdomen. This sugar baby thing is proving to be a lot harder than you thought but hey, at least you are getting paid enough.
The next day Seungcheol meets his business partners in an early breakfast meeting as you get your beauty sleep in the fluffy white pillows and blankets. Later that evening you prepare for the after party as you put on a champagne colored silk evening dress, another luxurious purchase by Seungcheol. With your makeup done, you are putting on your earrings when Seungcheol pads into your room, dressed in the finest white suit you’ve ever seen. There’s a white turtleneck underneath it and a Chanel brooch pin rests on one of the lapels of his collar. His hair is styled back in a rather messy way as the smaller strands lay scattered on the sides of his forehead and you have this terrible urge to run your fingers through them. He simply looks delectable.
You watch him with bated breath for a while before his voice brings you back to reality. “Are you finished?”
“Yeah, um, I just need to put my shoes on,” you reply fumbling for your pumps. Seungcheol watches you for a second, his eyes scanning you top to bottom before he gives you a soft smile and steps out of the room, leaving you to finish getting ready.
This party is like every other, men talking about capitalist things and women showing off their jewels to each other. You sit on a chair by the long table full of sweets and fruits, helping yourself with a piece of strawberry as you sip on the rose champagne and watch Seungcheol converse with his business partners. Well, he stays silent mostly while the men surrounding him talk and this is the first time you have seen Seungcheol look so disinterested. His eyes keep wandering around and often landing on you and when they do, he holds his gaze, eyes boring into yours even though he’s on the other side of the room. As you finish your strawberry Seungcheol excuses himself from his friends and stalks over to you. “Boring, isn’t it?” He raises a brow at you.
“I’m surprised to hear that from you.” You send a teasing smile on his way. He laughs softly, “I know. I’m kind of regretting making them partners. They just don’t know when to shut their traps.” He sighs, grabbing a champagne flute and finishing it in one go. “Well, would you like to leave then?” You ask. “Now?” He frowns. “We haven’t had dinner yet.”
You shrug. “We can just have it back in the hotel if that’s okay with you.” Seungcheol seems to ponder that idea for a second before he reaches out for your hand, surprising you. “Let’s do that. I’ve had a long day.” Nodding you follow him, your hands linked with his as you excuse yourselves from the party and head towards Seungcheol’s limo.
Tonight the air between the two of you feels different, charged with palpable tension. Seungcheol, who only have ever touched the small of your back or pressed the slightest kisses on your temple as a public display of affection has been keeping his hands a lot more on you today. Like right now.
His hand rests on your thigh casually as you sit next to him on the limo, your heart thudding loudly when he absentmindedly starts stroking the flesh. You take a tentative look at him, his eyes focused outside, his brows furrowed a little. His face is so close to you, just mere inches apart and you can even count his beautiful, long lashes. And you have this insane urge to kiss every inch of his face, press your lips against him and feel the softness.
Your body seems to take matters into its hand as you feel yourself move and press your lips softly against like sharp jawline. Seungcheol is pleasantly shocked as he turns to face you, the hand on your thigh tightening. Holding your breath you watch him, waiting for him to react. He does by cupping your cheek, dark eyes watching you closely. And then he leans closer, pressing his lips on your cheek before trailing down towards your lips. He then stops and observes you for a while, his warm breath kissing your face, the heated desire in his eyes making your heart race.
And then he presses his lips on the corner of yours gently, as if testing the waters. Your soft gasp and tightening hold on his jacket ease his worries as he attaches his lips to yours softly. He takes his sweet time kissing your lips as you sit there frozen, the fact that this is happening stunning you. When he gently prods his tongue into your mouth you grab his jacket, breath hitching as fireworks spread through your body.
Perilously you kiss him back, hands snaking around his neck as he somehow shifts you onto his lap. Your heart rings in your ears loudly, thrilled to finally, finally taste the man you have been utterly besotted to.
He tastes like pure luxury, fine and deep and obsessive leaving you moaning for more. He removes his lips from yours to trail them down your neck, starting from your jaw as soft gasps leave your mouth. You throw your head back once his lips meet your sensitive spots and half unconsciously you start grinding yourself against his thigh. You seem to have lost your mind, your brain overflowing with some sort of horny hormones probably because your period is coming or because of the unfairly sexy man underneath you. However, your passionate moment is hindered as the car comes to a halt making you snap out of your reverie.
Face heated, you scramble to get off his lap while he lets you, an unaffected look resting on his face as if he didn’t just eat your face. Getting off the car as fast as possible you march inside the hotel and go straight for the elevator. Seungcheol follows you close by and after one awkward, full of tension elevator ride later you reach the suite and as soon as Seungcheol unlocks it, you almost make a beeline for your room, too ashamed to face him after your little make out session. But his voice stops you in your tracks.
“Did I make you uncomfortable?” He asks suddenly, his face solemn. The sincerity in his tone makes you feel a little guilty. “No!” You signify. “I just- um, I really liked it but I’m afraid you didn’t and I crossed a line or something…” You trail off nervously, eyes low in embarrassment. He watches you amusedly for a while before stepping towards you and tilting your head up with a finger.
The proximity of his body next to yours paired with his scalding gaze have your knees shaking but you swallow and meet his eyes. “Trust me, you didn’t cross any line.” His deep voice reverberates as he leans closer, his lips a breath away from your ear. “I liked that a lot, in fact.” He whispers, trailing his lips from your cheek to your earlobe as he softly bites the flesh. Your hands clutch on his jacket tightly as you mewl, legs shaking. You can’t believe how embarrassingly wet you are from one makeout session.
“Wait!” You speak, making him step back immediately with a frown and you hate how you miss his warmth. You don’t want him to get the wrong idea so you keep your hands on his jacket as you look down and whisper your embarrassing truth. “I- you should know…that…I’ve never done this before. I’m- I’m-” you can’t bring yourself to finish that sentence so keep your head down in shame, scared that he’s gonna back out now. For a moment nothing happens and you feel like disappearing into thin air, before he cups your cheek and guides your face up.
“That’s okay. What I need to know is,” His eyes darken visibly, turning into pools of lava, “Do you really want this? Do you want me?” He utters, his lips a breath away from yours. “Y-yes, I do.” He didn’t even touch you but you are already gasping for air, the thoughts of him corrupting you sending shivers down your spine.
Watching you for a beat he leans closer and attaches his lips to yours, gently at first. When a soft, pleasured gasp leaves your mouth he grows bolder, pushing his tongue inside and claiming your mouth once again and biting your lips to the point it’s swollen. The kiss is raw, filled with molten lust as he somehow manages to guide you both towards the master bedroom your lips always connected to his plump ones.
When you both stand in front of the huge bed, you almost lose your balance due to your lust-riddled brain but he is quick to grab your waist rather roughly and pulls you close while his other hand ventures downwards, groping your ass. He kisses you until you are breathless and then pulls back to look at your already fucked out state, your doe eyes watching him with so much eagerness.
“Beautiful.” He whispers, eyes on your swollen lips that are parted just a little.
With a gentle hand, he reaches for the straps of your gown and lets them fall off your shoulders before his hands dance on your back, tugging down the zipper in a smooth motion. He steps back just a little bit, waiting for you to step out of your dress and shyly you do so. The dress doesn’t let you wear a bra so your bare breasts are exposed to the chilly air, making your nipples harden immediately. You’re about to cover yourself out of shame when he grabs your wrists. “Don’t.” Is all he says, his voice gentle yet commanding and you nod vigorously like a puppet.
He begins by pressing kisses on your shoulders and then your breasts as his hands work on massaging them simultaneously. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting and torturing it with his tongue until you are arching towards him with a moan and bunching the sheets in your fists. “You are so beautiful when you moan for me darling, don’t stop.” He mouths with a cheeky smile before doing the same to your other breast, all the while watching your reaction and you are so lost in sensations that you don’t realize he has taken off his suit jacket sometime while pleasing you.
Then he stops for a moment, pushing you back into the pillows behind you and sitting on his knees as he takes off his turtleneck. His body is truly a sight for sore eyes, chiseled abs all over and you have this urge to kiss every inch of his porcelain skin. Smirking at how you ogle him he then reaches for his pants, tugging them off too. Left in his boxers only which shows a clear outline of his hard length, you can’t help but mewl out a please. Your desperation makes him cockier and he decides to tease you a little further.
Leaning down, he presses sweet kisses on your belly before going down, eyes connecting with yours every so often. He kisses your covered core once before tugging off your panties and tossing them aside, making you gasp and without a delay he spreads your legs open, staring at your core. You feel your whole body heat up with embarrassment and you want to close your legs but you can’t because of his strong grip. It frustrates you how slow he is, too busy eye fucking you and enjoying your neediness. Throwing the sexiest smirk at you that has your pussy leaking, he leans down and attaches his lips against your core.
You almost scream bloody murder.
His mouth moves expertly against your most sensitive spot as he messily sucks and laps at your core. Your hands fist on his hair as you almost arch off the bed when you feel his warm tongue prodding at your entrance. “Fuck! Daddy!” And the word leaves your lips somehow which makes Seungcheol stop his ministrations on you. He leans back to look at you and you are so embarrassed you hope that the bed would swallow you up.
You’re about to open your mouth to apologize but he says, “What did you call me?” His deep baritone has you gushing again as his smoldering eyes pin you down. “D-daddy.” You whisper. “Good. Scream that when I make you come.” The confidence and authority in his voice are enough to almost make you come as he dives back in with renewed vigor.
He’s merciless, prodding your hole relentlessly with his tongue, alternating sucks and nips on your clit. It sets fireworks all through you and you feel the coil in your belly starting to tighten in pleasure. “So fucking good baby. You taste so sweet.” He grunts, face pressed against your mound and his words paired with the lewd sight between your legs has your cunt throbbing.
Soon enough you find yourself on the precipice of an orgasm which washes over you when he gently nips your clit before giving it a harsh suck. You scream as you hurl down an orgasm, your first, real orgasm as Seungcheol holds your shaking body down.
Before you can even come back from your high, he continues, kissing your pussy aggressively while adding a finger and then two and the sudden stretch in your tight hole has you coming again in mere seconds, this time your orgasm stronger, setting your nerve endings on fire as you scream his name.
He sits back once done, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watches you twitch underneath him, vision q little blurry. He makes a show of licking his lips which glisten with your arousal before leaning down by supporting himself on his elbows and capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss. You moan, tasting yourself on his tongue and the filthiness of his act sends a new rush of arousal through your body.
“Do you want me to continue?” He asks and though his concern warms your heart you can’t help the groan. “Yes, yes! Of course.” You almost yell. Chuckling at your enthusiasm, he moves back and rakes a hand through his hair. “Well, then, if we’re gonna do it, we have to do it bare because I don’t have a condom with me. But I assure you, I’m clean and I’ll pull out.” He says, his eyes focused on your face to catch any hint of hesitation and honestly, you don’t give a fuck. You’ll do just about anything to have his dick inside you right now.
“I’m on the pill so I’m fine.” You pant, reaching for him to pull him close. Smirking, he grabs your wrists midway and pins them above your head. Lazily he whispers in your ear, “If you want me to fuck you, you’re gonna be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself. Understand?” You answer him with an enthusiastic nod but he isn’t satisfied as he lands a sudden slap on your tit making you squeal. “Yes, daddy! Yes!” You heave for breaths, pussy throbbing as his rough treatment.
Once happy he works on removing his boxers and when they come off you almost drool, mouth hanging open at the sight. His cock is utterly beautiful, long and thick and heavy as it bobs in the air. Your pussy clenches around nothing as you swallow, thinking about how deliciously it’s gonna stretch you, if you can even take it in the first place.
“Like what you see?” His tone is smug and you can only nod. He gives your pussy a few rubs, spreading your arousal before lining his cock up to your entrance, intense eyes watching you as he whispers, “Deep breaths baby. Tell me if it gets uncomfortable, alright? I’ll stop immediately.” You can only nod, grabbing his biceps for support as you feel his tip entering followed by some inches and just that feeling has you on the brink of exploding. Sharp pain and pleasure surge through you but what steals most of your focus is how incredibly full you feel. Your breath hitches and you tense up as he gradually pushes in, mewling, “Ah- s-so b-big.”
Above you Seungcheol grits his teeth as he keeps pushing inside steadily and you wonder just how big his cock is when it finally stops and you let out the breath you were holding. “Alright?” Seungcheol asks. You nod your head taking in a couple deep breaths, pulling him closer as an indication to continue. And he does. Lazily he pulls back until the tip of his dick rests inside you and then he thrusts, so hard that you scream out loud as he hits that spot inside you. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He sounds choked.
“Oh god!” you’re wail, head full of bliss as your mouth hangs open in pleasure. The ethereal sight of him on top of you, sweaty, full of lust has you moaning and clenching. You wrap your arms tightly around his strong back, nails digging onto his skin as he increases his pace. “Feel good? You want more, little girl?”
His words make you gush around him. “Yes! Yes, daddy! I want more. Give it to me!” You whine deliriously, clinging onto him. He grunts, doubling his pace if that’s even possible. You feel like you are gonna break into two, in the best possible way as he keeps hitting your sweet spot that has you moaning like a whore and you feel your orgasm approaching.
“Keep screaming my name. Who’s making you feel this good?” He hisses in your ear, thrusting erratically. “You daddy! You! Seungcheol! Please, I’m gonna cum!” You mewl.
“Oh yeah? So easily? Cum then. Milk my cock dry.” He bites your earlobe as one of his hands reaches down to circle your clit in tight motions making you shudder violently. You feel like you are gonna burst and you do actually. The coil in your belly snaps and with a raw scream of his name you come, pussy spasming erratically. Seungcheol hisses on top of you as he feels your arousal coat him but continues his ruthless pace, his thrusts so deep the bed shakes.
He’s merciless, continuing his torture on your clit even after you come and oversensitivity settles. “Seungcheol, please…” You gasp, unsure what you are even begging for. “One more. You can do one more,” he huffs before whispering, “Where do you want me to come baby?” He pants, hands rubbing your clit tirelessly.
“Inside! C-come in me, daddy!” You’re delirious, the thought of him filling you up sends your body into overdrive as he pinches your clit, making you come once more with a scream of his name. The orgasm ripples through you like tsunami waves, shaking your whole body and making your toes curl as your fingernails dig into his back. He comes with you, warm spurts of his seed filling you up continuously, so much that some of it leak out. The warm feeling of his release inside your pussy and his sweet sucking on your neck is the last thing you remember before passing out.
When you return to earth it’s morning and your whole body hurts. The sun filters through the silk curtains, making you squint as you struggle to sit up. The ache between your legs is ever present, making the memories of last night flood back in. At that thought, you look around the room only to see no signs of Seungcheol. Is he gone for a meeting? The bedside clock reads 9:05 am.
Damn, how long have you been passed out for? You didn’t even have dinner last night. At the thought of food, your stomach growls and you scramble to get out of bed, awkwardly moving your legs after the treatment Seungcheol gave to your pussy last night. The thought has you feeling flustered as you pad outside of the bedroom and find Seungcheol sitting on one of the dining chairs, a newspaper in his hands.
A soft gasp leaves you as you didn’t expect to see him. He looks up and the corners of his lips turn upward just slightly, “Hello there. Good morning.”
“G-good morning,” you fumble with the hem of your (his) shirt as you stand there awkwardly, face and neck heating up with embarrassment. “Sleep well?” He asks, his tone almost teasing and you nod shyly. “Good.” He folds the newspaper and stands up, fixing his t-shirt. “Take some medicine. I’m sure it hurts. Was I too rough last night? You literally passed out on me.” Refusing to meet his eyes, you only shake your head no and mumble out an apology. He steps towards you and lifts your face up with a finger. “Don’t be. Did you have a good time?” The sincerity and integrity on his face steal your breath away. “Y-yes, thank you.” You breathe, hypnotized by his eyes. He nods and steps back, announcing. “Have breakfast and get ready. We’re gonna go for sightseeing today.”
“Oh? You don’t have any meetings?” You can’t hide the astonishment in your tone.
“No. We’re in Paris baby. And it’s your first time. It’s a shame if we leave just like this.” He says as he puts on his watch. “I’ll be downstairs. Take your time.” He sends a smile your way before stepping out of the suite and despite the ache all over your body you move around quickly, excitement bubbling over.
The day is spent driving around in Seungcheol’s Porsche as he takes you to visit museums, cafes, stores and whatnot. You return home in the evening with hands full of bags from luxury brands and tonight you two crash into bed early, both of you exhausted from running around all day. Tonight you sleep next to him and he doesn’t comment on it, probably because he passes out the second he lies down and soon you do too.
After an early flight the next day, you return home with too many gifts and unforgettable memories and a fat wad of cash in your bank account. Then you fall back into your daily routine, morning at the diner then attending the flower decoration class and then back to home. Seungcheol seems to have fallen into his busy routine too as he hasn’t asked you to come over for the past week and the texts from him have been short and simple. Though his lack of attention hurts you a little bit, you push that feeling down and go on with your life. Seungcheol had suggested to you some plots for your shop and you start looking into them, deciding on which would be the best for you.
One Thursday after your flower decoration classes, you text Seungcheol, asking if you can meet him. It has been a while since you saw him physically and can’t stop yourself from reaching out to him first. When his text says he’s free in the evening, you bounce up and down with giddiness.
You arrive at his penthouse a little after 8. Seungcheol opens the door soon after you ring the bell, his hair damp and you can tell he’s fresh out of the shower. He smells so good, fresh and minty and you have to stop yourself from hugging him. In the back of your mind, you wonder how great it’d be if he was your boyfriend.
Get it together.
Smiling from ear to ear you greet him. “Hi! I hope I’m not disturbing.”
“No, it’s fine. Come in.” He steps away as you walk inside and get rid of your coat.
“Would you like some wine? I’ve asked the chef to prepare dinner for us.”
“Oh, sure. And you didn’t have to do that,” you say bashfully as you sit on one of the breakfast stools and rest your hands on the marble countertop. You watch as Seungcheol moves around the kitchen, the thin t-shirt not really hiding his buff figure. His biceps flex as he unscrews the wine bottle and you swallow. He looks more muscular than the last time you saw him and you wonder if your mind is playing tricks on you.
Sliding a glass of wine towards you he sits on the opposite stool, brushing a hand through his hair and fluffing it. “How have you been? I’ve been really busy the past week.”
“Yeah, I’m doing good. My flower decorating lessons are almost over.” You take a sip of the cool drink.
“Good. Have you looked into the plots I suggested?” He takes a sip of his wine. For a distracted moment, you gape at his jawline and how his adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. “Uhm, y-yeah. They’re all really nice.” You whisper, looking away. He nods, finishing his wine. “Take your time. When you decide on one let me know. I’ll take care of your paperwork.”
“Thank you,” you smile before reaching for your bag that sits beside you. From inside you pull out your gift for him, which is the main reason you wanted to see him today. “This is for you. I made this today,” you whisper shyly as you push the bouquet of dried flowers towards him. They are a combination of dried pink and red camellias, white clovers and red roses, all tied together with a white satin ribbon. Seungcheol raises a surprised brow at the present as he takes it in his hand and examines it.
“They are dried flowers. They’ll last forever, you know. You don’t have to take care of them.” You explain nervously.
You shouldn’t really be giving this gift to him. Last forever? Why would he want to keep something from you forever? You have let your emotions get the best of you. You want him to have something that’ll remind you of him after all this is over; that is if he actually keeps this stupid gift. Chewing on your lower lip, you watch him anxiously, hoping he’ll be blind enough and just accept it as a simple gift.
“Thanks. They are beautiful,” he comments, setting the flowers down on the counter and you let out a breath of relief.
That night after dinner and too many glasses of wine you end up in Seungcheol’s bed where he claims you as his own, all over again. You scream his name on the top of your lungs and by the time dawn rolls around, you’re passed out completely. When you wake up in the morning, you find yourself alone in his large bed and a note resting on the bedside table, telling you that there is breakfast if you want and to check your bank account.
Sure enough, there is another new load of cash when you open your banking app, the amount staring back at you almost tauntingly. Accepting money from him has started to become harder and harder and you know very well you won’t be able to continue this for long. You also know very well that Seungcheol will let you go without any questions asked but that’s the problem. You want to stay. With him. Even if this is the way you can. You always end up feeling cheap and filthy at the end but you don’t have anyone to blame but yourself.
A couple of days later you accompany Seungcheol to yet another evening party, dressed in a teal gown and pearls in your neck and ears. It is boring like every other party and Seungcheol seems to feel it too. He sticks by your side mostly instead of entertaining his business partners who, you have noticed, does a poor job of keeping their lusty eyes off of you. You have overheard one particular Mr. Wang asking Seungcheol about you and if he’s willing to share. The look Seungcheol sent his way made him look like he was about to piss his pants and after threatening to cut off all business ties with him, Seungcheol stuck by your side and hasn’t left since.
“Should we just leave? Let’s eat at my place. We can order whatever you like.” Seungcheol offers and you are quick to agree. Getting to be with Seungcheol alone is something you can never refuse. Especially if that means you can leave this dull party.
And so you head home with him, picking up dinner on the way which you share over a nice bottle of Dom Perignon. He talks about his upcoming plans and you talk about your schedules regarding your shop as you finish dinner. Then the conversation dulls down as you both enjoy the wine in comfortable silence.
You sip on the drink and take your sweet time watching his beautiful profile, burning the image deep into your memory. From his thick brows to his long lashes, his structured nose and his plump pink lips and his adam’s apple, you ingrain every detail into your mind.
Maybe it’s the overflowing amount of alcohol in your blood or the fact that you are deeply, madly in love with him which you once again realized, that you speak the words. “You’re such a great person, Seungcheol. Whoever you marry is gonna be so lucky.” Half of you can’t believe you said that out loud and how utterly smitten you sounded.
He stares at you for a moment, contemplating your words before responding, “Thank you, ____. But I don’t think that’ll happen anytime soon, if ever.”
“Why not?” You whisper, tracing the rim of the wine glass with your fingertips. The fact that he once again is denying any thoughts of marriage or love hurting you. “You’re such an amazing person. You’re smart, talented, passionate, hard-working-”
“Yeah but that all gets dumped by the amount I make.” Seungcheol frowns. “At the end of the day, money and power is everything, is it not? If there’s a scope to get even more of that, they leave, no matter how passionateorsmartyou are.” His tone sounds mocking, almost.
“Not everyone is like that,” you remark, even though you feel like a hypocrite. The relationship you have with him is solely based on money. Sure you said yes to being his sugar baby because you were in need but also because you always found him attractive, not because of his money, just because of him. And he sure as hell wouldn’t just date you in a normal way so to get a taste of him, to get a touch of a luxury like him, you said yes because that’s the only way someone like you can have someone like him nearby. “There are people out there who will love you just because of you. Not because of your money or anything else.”
He raises a brow at you, almost challengingly, probably indicating your relationship with him. You can’t help but cringe in your seat.
“Hmm, I doubt that. Take my father for an example. He was whipped for my mother. At first, he thought she loved him equally, maybe she did but it’d all change after I was born. She’d be too busy for us, for me, always outside, shopping and splurging and meeting men half her age. But even after all that my father forgave her, didn’t push her away. And that angers me more. Why would he do that to himself? It doesn’t make any sense. My mother used him.”
At the mention of his mother, your mind brings up the images of her at their charity event, her bubbly and outgoing persona dominating the crowd. She wasn’t like how you expected someone her age to be but she didn’t seem like a neglectful or a bad person either. But who can say how what happens behind closed doors.
“That doesn’t mean you will end up like that too.” Is all you can whisper, hoping to bring him some solace.
“You sound awfully sure and I’m not sure if I like that.” His eyes narrow on you as his demeanor starts to change. His voice turns cold and you feel like there’s suddenly a wall between the two of you. But your alcohol riddled brain keeps going on, “Maybe I am. Because it is true. Everyone’s lives are different. You may not end up like your father. You just need to open your heart-”
“You should stop,” he interrupts you, his icy stare boring into you. You watch him like a lost puppy as he abruptly stands up, to leave this conversation you assume. You do too but not for the same cause.
“Why are you so stubborn!” You can’t stop yourself from accusing him. You sound desperate and pathetic and hopeless even to your own ears but you continue. “Don’t you see what an amazing man you are? That there are many who’ll kill to be by your side not because of the baggage that comes with you but simply because you are a wonderful person! Why do you keep doing this to yourself? Why do you deny yourself the happiness you deserve?” You’re yelling at this point, tears brimming in your eyes as you two face each other. His eyes blaze with anger and you can literally see him fuming when he hollers, “Remind me since when my business became yourconcern!”
You scowl at him, clenching your fists, anger seeping into your veins. This is so stupid. You hate how desperate you are and you hate how right he is. This truly is none of your business. Seungcheol seethes, “If we are to continue this relationship then you need to know your place. Otherwise, it’s better if we just part ways.”
A tear streaks down your cheek as you feel this aching void starting to form in your heart. You find yourself whispering, “I am in love with you, Seungcheol. I just…love you.”
His eyes widen, alarmingly. There’s a look of disbelief on his face. He almost looks betrayed, like you did the worst possible thing to him. Considering how he despises love, that is probably true. In silence, you two stare at each other as you wait for him to say something, do something. He clenches his jaw and then rakes his hand through his hair frustratedly before blowing out a loud breath.
“I think you should leave ____.” His voice is quiet, extremely so. It’s barely audible but you hear it loud and clear. His eyes lack any emotion and you know he has once again put up his walls, like many times before. Still, you stand immobile in your spot for a while, soaking up his words, the realization that this is over for good washing over you.
He’s done with you and now he’s showing you out the door. And you can’t do anything to protest. You’ve lost your voice. So with one last longing look at his beautiful face, you grab your purse and coat with a shaking hand and carry your slumping body towards his door. He doesn’t say anything, do anything and you don’t look back, channeling all your energy into getting out of here instead of collapsing in front of him
As soon as you step out of his building a gust of cold air hits you on the face. You stand there in silence, letting the cold wind numb your face, the same feeling blooming in your heart. You shiver slightly as you stand like a statue, staring hard at the ground. The past few months that you have spent with Seungcheol wash over you like huge tsunami waves and you feel overwhelmed and pathetic and broken. You are wrung out of your self pity when you feel droplets of water fall on your head. Lo
genre ➳ roomates au, fluff, pwp, humour, roomates to lovers.
pairing ➳ roomate!Mingyu x female!reader
warnings ➳ profanities, too much domesticity even tho they ain’t dating, lots of awkward convos? yn is horny af, pinning, kissing, an underwear thief , male masturbation, yn spies on him , size kinkkk, dom!Gyu, panty sniffing, fingering, dirty talk, female oral, massive dicc mingyu, titty sucking, marking, unprotected sex(don’t do this irl), virgin sex(surprise?), multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare.
word count ➳ 6.8k
synopsis➳without much options left on your hands, you become Mingyu’s roommate. things take a wild turn after a few weeks.
A/N: This was supposed to come out on the 6th but we all know the news regarding wonwoo(may his mom rip) so it was only right to postpone it. A late happy birthday to dear Mingyu. Ik the banner is shitty so let’s just ignore it. As always, let me know your thoughts and I’ll retire to my penthouse in hell <3.
“I mean it’s the opportunity of a lifetime man. Why are you hesitating?” Seokmin groans in frustration from beside as you sit and stare at the cafeteria table as if burning holes into it will bring you answers.
“I know it is!” You cry. “I just— I don’t know…I’ve never lived with a guy before. What if he’s messy? What if he doesn’t clean up after himself? What if he stinks?”
Jeonghan sighs exhaustedly from opposite you, rubbing his hand frustratedly over his face. “Everyone on this campus knows how clean and neat Mingyu keeps his house! Is that really your concern?”
No, it actually isn’t.
The concern is that you have a teeny tiny crush on Kim Mingyu. And you’re not sure if rooming with him will help this fleeting feeling. But it’s also true that you’ve never been roommates with a guy before. You’ve lived by yourself ever since you got into college no matter how much your parents forbade you. It was until last week that your landlord abruptly announced that he was going to sell the whole building, giving you two weeks to pack your things and move out.
It doesn’t help that it’s the middle of the senior year and all the dorms are completely booked. It will take months to get an empty room if you are lucky. And the prices of one-bedroom apartments, even studio apartments near your campus are astonishingly high and way out of the budget for a college student with limited funds like you. So when Jeonghan announces that Mingyu has a spare room in his apartment and doesn’t mind a roommate, in fact, is looking for one, the idea definitely tempts you. But your feelings make you think twice.
What if he’s noisy? What if he brings a different girl over each night? It is no news how the whole campus crushes on Mingyu’s extremely blessed visuals, height, body, mannerisms— the list will go on. Everybody, including you, agrees that they’ve never seen a person as perfect as him. Which makes it all harder to share a house with him.
But you don’t have the luxury to ponder over it because you have about five days until your stupid landlord kicks you out. The best option you have now is to stay with Mingyu until you’ve found another solution.
“You know you’re lucky.” Seungkwan pouts, sipping on his iced americano. “Mingyu’s house is one hell of a place, trust me. And you get to stay there paying half the rent. I’m jealous of you. I lived there so you can take my word. I can’t believe that beanpole kicked me out just because I left tangerine peels on the coffee table once.” He mutters under his breath, making Jeonghan roll his eyes. “That was because you didn’t pay rent, idiot.”
The younger man glares at him, pinching his arm as Jeonghan groans in pain, making you roll your eyes at their antics.
“You know what,” you sigh, finally arriving at a conclusion. “I’ll take the offer.”
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Sharing a house with Mingyu proves to be an extreme sport. The sport being ‘try not to fall for the husband material of a man he is.’
Like, the man is the epitome of perfect. It has been a little less than a month since you’ve moved in and the way Mingyu has been treating you is definitely not good for your heart. You thought they didn’t make guys like this anymore but here he is, respectful, polite, neat and handsome as fuck.
The day you moved in, you had arrived to see his apartment clean and pristine, not a speck of dust anywhere as you marveled at how beautiful the place was. It was sleek, modern and spacious; something very few college students got, especially with the amount of money you agreed to pay. He later told you the landlord is a close friend of his family so he offered this place to them at a minimum price.
Mingyu had settled in the master bedroom so you took the second spare bedroom without hesitation. Though your room is a bit smaller than his, it’s still spacious, having enough room to fit all your stuff that you brought in two pieces of luggage.
Mingyu had some ground rules established and you were more than happy to follow them. Clean after yourself, do not enter each other’s room without permission, if you’re having people over let your roommate know beforehand. These are no issues; you are actually glad because you hold the same mindset and it sets boundaries.
The issue, however, is the way Mingyu walks around the house half naked. You were first blessed (tortured) with the sight one morning, on a weekend, when you had just woke up and stumbled into the kitchen looking like a little gremlin to make yourself a coffee. As you downed a glass of water, he appeared from his room, only clad in a pair of grey sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. The sight of Mingyu’s perfectly sculpted, taut chest and biceps made you choke on the water as he rushed closer to you, asking what was wrong with a worried look on his face. You literally ran from him, seeking refuge in your room where you stayed locked up all day to recover from the harrowing memory.
Another issue is how kind and helpful he is, diving the chores evenly, cooking every night, helping you with your papers whenever you were stuck, helping you reach the top shelves when you were looking for something.
Right.
It was no news how tall he was but whenever he’d appear next to you, you would feel like a microorganism, his immensely bulky form towering over you. He didn’t hesitate to tease you, making harmless jokes about how tiny you are which sent your heart racing and face burning.
Maybe the only imperfect thing about him was his clumsiness but honestly, you find it endearing. It makes you adore him even more; how he completely forgets how giant he is and bumps into things, how he often drops utensils while cooking and then picks them up with a sheepish smile. It all makes your heart race.
Your roommate, Kim Mingyu, his simple existence makes your heart race.
Like right now, as you watch him stir fry the shrimp for the fried rice he’s making, wearing a sleeveless tee that shows off his ungodly thick biceps. You are supposed to be studying, your laptop and notes sprawled out on the coffee table but your eyes keep wandering over to him, how his biceps bulge whenever he grips the pan as he hums a tune, too lost in his own head to notice your stare. Swallowing, you reach for your water bottle beside you for the nth time, trying to quench the thirst that water will not satisfy. You wonder how it’d feel to be wrapped around those humongous arms and you desperately wish he’d just pick you up and throw y—
“You’re not hungry yet are you?” He suddenly questions, making your eyes widen as you snap out of your thoughts and quickly avert your eyes like he can read the scandalous thoughts going through your mind. “Um- n-no. No, I’m not.”
He smiles, “Good. I’m planning on making some stir fried tofu. Your favorite.”
“Thanks, Mingyu.” You offer him a kind smile, trying not to stare at his arms or broad shoulders as he busies himself again.
That night, long after you have gone to bed, you toss and turn, trying hard to sleep which never comes. Your body is tired but your mind isn’t, probably because you are still thinking about how much you want to be dicked down by Mingyu.
When you realize you won’t be able to sleep this way, you get out of bed and pad towards the dining room to get yourself a cool glass of water. You don’t bother turning on the light as there is sufficient light coming not only from the outside but also from the small led bulb above the kitchen counter.
As you gulp down the cool liquid, a tiny sliver of light catches your attention and you realize it’s coming from Mingyu’s bedroom. It’s nearly one am but Mingyu has a habit of staying up late and finishing his work, so it doesn’t come across as a surprise. However, as you set the glass down and start heading back to your room, a noise alerts you, making you stop in your tracks.
You remain still, holding your breath and focusing on the sound which doesn’t return for a while. Just when you’re about to decide you heard wrong, it floats through again and you hear it clearly this time.
A moan. A deep, throaty moan.
Shit.
Your eyes widen as you realize what that must mean. A civil, well-mannered person would ignore it and give him his privacy but you’re none of that so you start tiptoeing towards Mingyu’s room. All types of thoughts race through your mind. Did he bring a girl home? But he didn’t mention anything and neither did he go outside. This leaves one possibility: he’s pleasuring himself.
As you stand right by his door, your ears on alert, the sounds become much clearer and you rub your thighs subconsciously. The little gap between the door and the doorframe is not enough to see what’s inside so you take a deep breath and decide: fuck it.
Without much thinking, your shaky hands move, praying he doesn’t notice as you push the door ever so slightly as it creates barely a one-inch gap. Small but enough for you to peek in. Which you do.
Mingyu lies in his bed, his back resting against a bunch of pillows as half lays there. But that is not the cause of your concern. The issue is how he’s half naked, his pajamas bunched around his knees as his cock stands up proudly. Eyes closed tightly in bliss, his hand fists around the flesh of this length, up and down repeatedly as soft grunts slip from his lips.
Your throat dries up.
But you have yet to see, you realize, as your eyes shift over to his other hand in which lies a small piece of clothing. With your life in your hands, you move even closer to the door and squint, holding your breath. When he shifts and opens his fist, you realize what the material is.
It’s your underwear.
Your. Underwear.
It’s your favorite lilac purple underwear with lace seams. The one that went missing a couple of days ago. You thought you had somehow misplaced it but looks like you are wrong because your roommate has it.
But that’s not the concern.
Mingyu is jerking off to your fucking underwear.
What the actual fuck?
And there’s more in store for you as Mingyu’s hands move to bring your panty towards his face and absolutely mortified, you watch with bated breath as he holds it over his nose and takes a deep inhale.
Your legs nearly give up.
Like a shameless, horny bitch you stay rooted to your spot and watch as Mingyu’s moans increase in pitch, his hands moving faster on his cock, eyes tightly shut and your panties on his face. The erotic sight has your pussy leaking.
It is the epitome of filth and sin. Nothing can company to how vulgar yet erotic this feels. Half of you just want to barge in and jump on top of him, make him help you with the ache between your legs while the other half wants to run to the north pole, never wanting to face this man again.
A particular deep groan jolts you out of your head as you watch your roommate reach his climax, his deep moans echoing in your ears as his body slightly arches off the bed, thick spurts of cum flying out of his large cock.
And then silence.
Mingyu lays on his bed, a hand over his head as he catches his breath while you do so on the other side of the door. It’s like you’ve run a marathon. Beads of sweat shine on your forehead as your heart rings loudly in your ears, your underwear sticking uncomfortably to your core.
You need to leave now if you don’t want to get caught snooping.
The little sensible part of your brain hisses at you, making your feet move as you carefully, shakily, tiptoe back into your room, your throat now dryer than it originally was.
-
For the next few days, you avoid Mingyu like plague. You know how crazy you look, how obvious it is but you can’t help how your mind displays the sight of his naked body whenever you see his face and how your pussy starts throbbing. At first, Mingyu brushed it off but now he looks at you with concern and you feel extremely bad.
But what do you say to him?
Hey, I snooped on you like a creep as you jerked off and also, do you mind returning my favorite panties?
“_____?” Mingyu snaps his fingers in front of your as you blink and look at him, realizing he’s been calling you for a while. “You okay?”
“Uhm- yep!” You manage the fakest smile. Mingyu’s face falls, “Stop lying. You’ve been so weird the past few days. Did I do something wrong?”
Oh god.
“No! No, not at all,” you immediately clarify, feeling guilty. “I just—” you stare helplessly at his face. “I just have a lot on my mind right now.” You whisper making him sigh.
He says nothing for a while and you expect him to scold you or something but he just says. “Okay. How about a movie tonight? It’ll help you get your mind off of the things you’re so worried about.”
The expectant and puppy-eyed look he gives you breaks your heart and you know you’d rather die than say no to that face. So you let out a defeated sigh and grit your teeth. “Okay.”
“Great!” He grins excitedly. “I’ll make some pasta! You can choose the movie!”
-
It’s nine pm when you two sit down with your food and start the movie. It’s a studio Ghibli movie, one you’ve watched many times but you don’t mind watching a few times more. You two sit on the couch, maintaining a certain distance from each other, watching the TV screen in silence as you stuff your face full of the pasta. Like always, Mingyu’s cooking is exceptional and you devour the food within the first ten minutes. All this thinking and worrying had you starving the entire day. As you refill your plate Mingyu gives you a happy smile seeing you enjoy his cooking.
Ten more minutes later your belly is full and your plate is clean like Mingyu’s and you two sip the red wine in silence. You haven’t been able to pay much attention to the movie, instead, feeling hyperaware of his proximity and how you can smell a faint whiff of his musky scent.
It does things to you.
Veryvery bad things.
Shifting in your seat, you try to push those thoughts away but they come back in stronger, bigger waves, making you want to bang your head against the wall in frustration. There’s no way you can live like this. You’ll go crazy or die from a heart attack.
Huffing, you chew on your lower lip and try to concentrate on the movie playing, your eyebrows unknowingly shaping into a frown which Mingyu seems to notice.
“You okay?” He asks making you blink a few times. “Do you feel sick or something?” He questions, genuinely concerned. You sigh, rubbing your temples and murmuring a 'no’ which doesn’t do much to convince Mingyu as you can feel his stare burning into your skin.
An awkward, tensed silence settles as the volume from the TV fades into the background due to the stillness in the air while you try to avoid Mingyu’s gaze and focus hard on the floor. But you can only do that for so long before growing restless. So, without much thinking, you throw caution in the air and meet his eyes.
“Have you…by any chance seen my underwear? It’s lilac in color. I can’t seem to find it.” Half of you feel unequivocally mortified at how bluntly you asked the question while the other half patiently waits for his answer, eyeing his reaction carefully.
And it is something that you expected. A tiny hint of red appears in his ears as he watches you with wide eyes, stuttering, “I- um, n-no I haven’t. I- I’ll keep an eye out though.”
Disappointed, you only nod, “Okay.”
“Is that what has been bothering you all day?” He asks tentatively.
“What? No!” Now it’s your turn to feel embarrassed. “I just- I just suddenly remembered it…”
“I see.” He watches you cautiously for a few beats before setting his eyes back on the TV screen. Out of the corner of your eye, you take a look at him and you realize he is thinking hard. Unlike before, there’s a little frown on his face, his focus not on the movie but somewhere deep in his thoughts.
You desperately wish he’d make a move, say something, do something. It doesn’t make sense for him to jerk off to your underwear unless he feels a special way about you? Or…is this a bad, perverted habit of his? Does he steal any woman’s underwear and jerk off to it?
“Mingyu?” You call for him, the thoughts racing in your head finally exhausting you and paired with the little liquid courage in your blood you ask. “Can be honest with me?”
You don’t miss the look of panic that flashes across his face. “Sure.”
“Do you… do you like me?” It’s embarrassing to say it out loud, so much that you want to cringe into yourself and disappear forever. Maybe he actually doesn’t like you and you are getting ahead of yourself. Now that you’ve laid out all your cards, dread swims through your every vein but there is no going back.
“W-what?” He half chokes.
“Do you like me?” You repeat, voice softer this time, your eyes pleading with him silently to say yes, to assure you that you haven’t made a fool out of yourself. Except he doesn’t say anything but gapes at you like you’ve grown another head on your shoulder. Disappointment starts to settle in your bones but you decide you won’t go down like a coward.
“Because…I like you. I like you…a lot Mingyu.” You whisper, eyes straying from him in shyness.
There. You’ve done it.
You should probably start looking for a new place to live.
“____…” He breathes your name softly, his voice a little shocked as if he didn’t just expect you to say that. Hell, you didn’t expect to say that.
“____,” he starts again, clearing his throat as you mentally prepare yourself for a rejection. You have half a heart to interrupt him and run but you decide to hear him out before doing something more stupid. “I- I like you too. I really like you.”
You blink. Once. Twice. Thrice. Waiting for him to say it’s a prank, waiting for you to wake up from this dream because there is no way—
“W-what?” You choke.
Mingyu turns shy under your gaze. “I-…yeah. I like you…too.”
“Why- why didn’t you tell me!” Your voice is incredulous.
“Because I didn’t know that you liked me too!” He defends. “I didn’t want to confess and then make it uncomfortably for you to stay here. I…I don’t know. I just thought you didn’t like me back.”
“I’m literally crazy about you, you know…” You whisper bashfully. “I have had a crush on you since the junior year…like every other girl.”
Mingyu snorts. “Well, I’ve had a crush on you since you moved in. God, you’re just so… adorable. I saw you dancing in the kitchen in those skimpy shorts you wear one morning while making pancakes and…I just fell for you.”
“Oh my god.” You hide your face in your hands in embarrassment making Mingyu laugh. “You saw that!” You whine, embarrassed.
“Yes. I did.” He shuffles closer to you to pry your hands off your face and offers you a sweet smile, one that displays his canines. Your heart starts racing and you have this desperate urge to feel his lips against yours and just thinking about it makes your toes curl. So you whisper, eyes focused on his lips. “Will you kiss me, Mingyu?”
He looks surprised for a second before he grins cockily, “With pleasure,” and then captures your lips in a kiss. They melt against his soft flesh perfectly as he takes his sweet time, kissing you softly, passionately while his other hand cups your jawline to tilt your head.
Soft sighs of pleasure release from your lips as your hands bunch the fabric of his t-shirt in a tight grip. Mingyu pulls back for a second, locking his eyes with yours and the desire blazing in them has you embarrassingly wet. Desperate to feel him again you dive back in for another kiss, this one stronger and needier as you chase his tongue in desperate motions. His tongue wraps around yours, waltzing together and the sheer messiness of the act, the subtle taste of wine on his lips, the string of saliva connecting from your tongue to his, all have you desperately rutting on the couch. This is your wildest dream and it is coming true.
“Mingyu…” You pant. “I n-need you.”
He smirks. “You do baby? Where?” He softly trails his lips on your cheek before they hover over your ear. “Where does my pretty roommate need me?” He whispers, his hot breath tickling your ear, making you whine softly. “I-inside me.”
He hums, satisfied, grabbing a little flesh of your neck between his teeth and sucking. “Then let’s take this to the bedroom shall we?” He doesn’t wait for your reply, instead latches his arms underneath the back of your thighs and lifts you, his feet quickly moving towards his bedroom where he drops you on the bed rather unceremoniously, hastily starting to take off his tee.
Biting your lip, you watch him with dilated pupils and bated breath as his sculpted figure comes into view. He’s extremely large and bulky, in all the right places which does not come to you as a surprise because you know how much of a gym rat he is. But seeing his protruding, firm muscles without any barrier for the first time has your throat dry, pussy wet and size kink shooting up the roof.
You really want him to throw you around like a fucking ball.
Mingyu watches you watching him hungrily and with a cocky smirk, he lets you enjoy the view for a while before he reaches for your shirt. “Let’s take this off, hmm?” You can only nod as you help him with the act and as soon as your top half is bare, his lips lock with yours once more, his hands traveling towards your breasts to cup them in his palm gently. Your body arches, moving towards his touch as he hums in satisfaction, massaging your soft flesh and kneading them in his large hands. When he’s had enough of your lips, his mouth ventures downwards, following the column of your neck and then your collarbone before stopping on your tits. He latches his mouth around a nipple and sucks hard, not breaking eye contact with you as you let out a high pitched moan.
“Aghhh!”
Seeing your response, he sucks harder before softly nipping around the sensitive bud and then moving onto your other breast, doing the same. Your hands tangle in his hair as you hold him against you, hooded eyes watching him devour you like you’re his last meal.
When he’s done marking your chest, he pulls back to watch your heated face; your hair a mess, temples coated with a sheen of perspiration, struggling to catch your breath before his hands work on removing your leggings. He tugs them off at once and the grin displaying on his face lets you know just how excited he is to see you clothed just in your panties. He inches his face towards your thigh where he presses soft slow kisses before tugging the flesh between his teeth. His lips move from the top of your thighs to your inner thighs where he increases the intensity of his ministrations before finally stopping on your clothed core. Taking a quick peek at your face and holding your gaze he traces his lips over the fabric of your underwear as arousal seeps from your core. His hands skim over your legs, his fingertips leaving tinglings in their wake before they reach to tug your panties.
“Wait- uhm!” You suddenly stop him, a thought occurring to you, voice shaky for no particular reason. Mingyu’s brows furrow in concern as he retracts his hands but you quickly reach for them and whisper. “Uhm…just be gentle. This is…my first time.”
His eyes widen like saucers making you cringe. Did you ruin the mood? Is he going to laugh at you? Unable to withstand his stare you hide your face in your hands, murmuring. “Don’t look at me like that.” Your voice is meek.
He clears his throat. “No! Uhm- I’m just surprised.” He murmurs. “I mean, you’re so hot and I thought…I don’t know…” His voice fades as you take a peek at him through your fingers and you can see a blush coating his face. How can a man be so adorable and hot at the same time?
“You think I’m hot?” You can’t help but tease.
“You’re realizing that now?” He rolls his eyes. “Of course you’re hot.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing ever. There’s a small moment of silence as you fidget, waiting for him to say or do something as you feel something unsaid hanging in the air. “Well…” He scratches the back of his head. “If it makes you feel any better, this is my first time too.”
Your jaw hits the floor.
No way.
There is no way Kim Mingyu—
“You’re kidding.”
“Wish I was.”
His solemn and somewhat embarrassed look tells you he’s fully serious and let out a small, unceremonious noise of shock.
“I can’t believe you haven’t stuck your dick in something yet.” You murmur, voice laced with disbelief as you gape at him. He flinches at your words. “That’s one way to put it. I just— I don’t know. It just didn’t happen. I was this close though one time. Like, my pants were literally off and so was this girl’s but just as we were about to start her brother barged in—”
“Oh.” You interrupt, not really interested in hearing his failed attempt at having sex.
“Yeah, you get the point.” He mumbles, cheeks tinted pink. “Can we…return to what we were doing?”
“Y-yeah. Sure.” You chuckle breathily, the tingling sensation returning on your skin. Mingyu smiles as he shuffles closer to you and presses a soft, reassuring kiss on your lips. “Just relax. I’ll take care of you.” You nod mindlessly as you hum and chase his lips, his addictive taste leaving you craving for more. So once again your lips tangle in a messy kiss and your hand hovers over the waistband of his shorts. Bravely, you tug at them and it captures Mingyu’s attention as he retracts his lips from yours and gives you a lazy smile. “Impatient, aren’t we?”
“Please.” You only beg.
He chuckles softly, a look of adoration on his face as he gives your cheek a peck that makes your heart dance happily. “All in good time, my love. Let’s get you prepared first.”
You swallow, watching him take off your panties which now have a damp spot in them and toss it behind him. His eyes stay glued to your core and you’re about to close your legs out of embarrassment when he grabs your thighs and pulls them apart. “Be a good girl.” His eyes shine dangerously, his gravelly voice going straight to your pussy and you have half a heart to just jump on his dick.
Keeping his eyes locked on yours, he pops a couple of his digits into his mouth, making a show of licking them which makes you lick your dry lips. Once his fingers are covered in his spit he moves them towards your pussy, gently stroking your lips, eyes never leaving yours, looking out for any signs of discomfort. “Tell me if it hurts.” He murmurs softly rubbing your entrance before inserting one finger inside and immediately you fall back on the bed, a low groan leaving you.
“Good?” He asks.
“Mhmm. S-so good.” You sigh, bunching his sheets in your hands. Humming, Mingyu inserts a second finger before starting to move the two digits in tandem, curling them inside you and stretching your walls slowly. You continue to moan loudly, the feel of his fingers inside your velvety walls driving you mad. His name slips from your lips in lustful pants as he continues scissoring his fingers inside you, sometimes locking his eyes with you, giving you a look that tells you he wants to eat you alive.
Once you adjust to two fingers inside you, he pushes in a third, increasing his pace so much that you feel dizzy and taste your orgasm. “M-mingyu…make me come… please.”
“I will.” He promises before attaching his lips to your clit. “Fuck!” You scream as his lips come in contact with your swollen bud, legs thrashing around him. He flicks his tongue around your clit while working his fingers inside you and when he decides to pull the sensitive flesh of your clit between his teeth, your orgasm crashes you. Toes curling, you let out a wail as you feel the pleasure coarse through your veins, only intensified by his relentless sucking on your clit.
When you can’t take anymore, you half-heartedly try to pry him off of you. “Mingyu… I can’t.” He only hums, giving your clit one long suck before pulling back and sitting on his knees, a proud smile on his face, lips coated with your arousal.
He pushes his fingers inside your mouth, making you taste yourself and feel his fingers deep inside your wet cavern. You moan around his digits, the dark look in his eyes setting sparks throughout your body. Once his fingers are clean he pulls you upwards, meeting your lips in a messy kiss. He devours your face, your teeth and tongue clashing and you moan as you taste yourself on his tongue. His boner pokes into your lower belly, distracting you as you pull back from the kiss to take a look at him.
There’s a tent on his boxers and you can see the clear outline of his thick length which sends shivers down your spine. Instinctively, your hands reach for his member, softly rubbing the sensitive flesh as he lets out a hiss of pleasure.
“Can I fuck you raw?” His blunt, abrupt question leaves you flustered.
“I was hoping you’d do that.”
“Fuck, really?” He groans, closing his eyes for a second. “You’re perfect, you know. And don’t worry, I’m clean.”
“Me too,” you whisper, stealing another kiss from him. “Now t-take this off please.” You whisper. He only smiles sinisterly, pushing you back onto the bed. As you get comfortable against the pillows he shuffles and pries the clothing from his hips, never breaking eye contact with you. You try, really try to hold his gaze but you can’t, your eyes shifting over to the monster between his legs and you suck in a sharp breath. “F-fuck. It’s huge.” You blurt out.
The smuggest look settles on his face as he watches you, a predatory glint in his eyes. “I’ll make sure it fits, love.” He promises and you swallow in anticipation and nervousness. Crawling over to you in slow yet confident movements, he traps you underneath him with his thick arms— literally the size of your face, planting them on both sides of your head as his large, solid chest hovers over yours, his face mere inches away from yours, not quite touching but close enough to feel his breath and you are now more aroused than ever. His sheer size and how he manages to make you feel small and helpless have you mewling. “M-mingyu hurry, n-need you.” Your arms snake around his lower back, pulling him close, his dick brushing on your stomach.
“And here I thought you wanted me to be gentle.” He teases with a smile, leaning down to kiss your jawline before moving back and sitting on the balls of his feet as he spits on his fingers and brings them to lube his cock. Throat parched, you watch him like an eager kid, waiting for her candy.
He teases you as he fists his length and brings it closer to your core, tapping on your sensitive clit but not giving you what you need. Whining, your hips move forward to him, trying to chase his length. “Mingyu!”
He grins amusedly, before finally lining up his length with your pussy and whispers. “Let me know if it hurts, hmm?”
You nod eagerly, sinking your fingers into his broad back, preparing yourself for the stretch. Giving you a reassuring look, Mingyu pushes in and it’s heaven and hell and the same time as the pain of being stretched flickers through your body before you feel the pleasure.
“Fuck!” You scream and he’s just a few inches in. The feeling is overwhelming, pleasurably so, that you don’t know what to do with it. “Fuck fuck fuck-” you keep chanting as Mingyu breathes harshly above you. “You okay?”
“Y-yes. Keep going. S-slow.”
And so he does, pushing himself in, inch by inch and every time you think he’s fully inside he keeps on pushing. Finally, he stops and you can almost feel him inside your belly, your velvety walls stretched to their limits in the most pleasurable ways.
“So fucking tight.” Mingyu hisses as if he’s in pain. Your arms wrap themselves tighter around him, pulling him closer as you needily attach your lips to his. He kisses you softly, careful not to move inside you, one of his hands coming up to play with your breast as a distraction. You chase his tongue with yours, the feeling of his length inside you bringing you a different kind of high that leaves you needier for him.
“You’re so wet and tight I could just come right now.” The man on top of you breathes, his eyes clouded with lust and need. A weak chuckle leaves your lips and you bury your face in the crook of his neck, sighing. “You can move now, I think.”
Grunting, Mingyu shifts inside you, pulling back fully before thrusting inside you slowly, letting you feel every inch of him. You whine and moan as he builds up his pace, slowly at first until his thrusts hit the most sensitive part inside you in precise movements. His hips snap into you harder as your toes curl and the bed shakes, soft whines of need falling from your mouth.
“God- M-mingyu! You’re so…big.” You pant, glazed eyes watching him with need. He grunts. “Oh yeah? And you’re so fucking small. Makes you want to fuck you till you break, little girl.”
Your pussy clenches deliciously at that. “Please do.”
Mingyu scoffs, amused and aroused at the same time as he continues his ruthless pounding, his mouth coming down to your neck to paint the flesh with love bites. “Didn’t know you had a size kink, love. You’re so nasty I love it.” He whispers near your ear making you shiver.
You want to say me neither but the way he’s drilling his cock into you gives you a hard time forming a cohesive reply. Instead, your fingernails dig deeper into his back and your cries of need keep rising. “You’re gonna come aren’t you? Can feel you tightening around me.” Mingyu pants, his stormy eyes watching you with intent.
“P-please.” You whisper mindlessly. He hums, picking up his pace to the point you feel like the bed is gonna break along with your pussy as his lips hover over your breasts. He drags the plump flesh on your soft mounds, kissing them gently before wrapping his lips around your nipple and toying with it using his tongue. You moan in pleasure, the repeated flicks of his warm, wet tongue on your sensitive bud making you clench around him, a new wave of arousal seeping from your core. It only increases as he softly bites your nipple while one of his large hands moves over to your other breast, groping it and pinching the nipple between his fingers.
“Mingyu!” You cry. “Gonna cum!”
“Do it. Come around my cock. Wanna see you make a mess.” He grunts, latching his mouth on the nipple that was being tortured by his hands and moving it towards your clit. His fingers rub over your swollen nub in circular motions and you feel it. White hot pleasure thrums in your veins as the coil wound tightly in your belly snaps, making your body shake as you teeter over the edge.
Mingyu feels your tight walls spasm around him and he groans. “Fuck, fuck. You’re so tight I’m gonna come.” His fingers don’t stop playing with your clit even through your orgasm, instead brings you closer to another one as you feel it develop in your lower belly.
“Gonna c-come again,” your voice is barely above a whisper, tears pricking your eyes at the overwhelming amount of pleasure your body is experiencing. Mingyu only hums and softly commands. “Do it. Come with me.”
And you do. Your body almost arches off the bed as your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, your body experiencing another toe-curling orgasm. Mingyu comes with you, his warm seed filling you up as you ride your high, only prolonging it further. His eyes are screwed shut as he empties himself inside you and the erotic sight of him lost in pleasure makes you clench around him again even though you are extremely sensitive.
His body slumps, his weight and warmth blanketing you as you both catch your breath, his face buried in your neck. After a few seconds, he seems to realize he’s crushing you with his weight so he pulls out and sags beside you, wasting no time pulling you close. You wince as you feel him drip down your pussy but you’re okay with it, for now, the warmth and comfort of his arms making you forget about everything else.
You simply lie next to him, hearing him breathe, feeling his chest rise and fall, his fingers dancing softly on your hipbone. When you almost doze off, he speaks, his voice gruff.
“How was it? You okay?” He supports his weight on his elbow and peeks a worried look at you. A lazy smile etches onto your face. “It was great. I’m really sore but it’s worth it.”
He chuckles quietly, bringing his lips onto your neck and pressing soft kisses that make you sigh in pleasure. “Mingyu?” You call for him softly, making him look at you. “Did you mean it? When you said you have a crush on me. This isn’t a one-time thing right?”
He looks a little offended. “Of course I meant it. And this definitely isn’t a one-time thing. I don’t think I can ever live without fucking you now.”
You flinch at his crude language but laugh nevertheless. “I could say the same.”
“Good.” He murmurs distractedly, his attention on nuzzling your neck. He seems to have an obsession with that part of your body. “Because there are so many places I want to fuck you against. On top of the list is against a wall.” Your pussy seems to be wide awake and alert at his words as you chide. “Mingyu!”
You feel him smile as he presses a kiss on your forehead and then lies back next to you. “After you’ve recovered of course.”
Humming happily, you wrap your arms around him, your face squishing against his chest. “I really like you, Gyu.” You whisper.
“I really like you too, love, in case you hadn’t figured it out yet.” There’s a hint of teasing in his voice but it’s harmless and you grin like a lovestruck fool. There’s a moment of silence after your confession until you remember something.
“Mingyu?” You peek up at his face. “Hmm?” His eyes meet yours.
“I think you have something to tell me.”
“What?” He blinks, confused. An evil smile crawls onto your face as you speak nonchalantly. “The other day…I saw you jerking off with my panties, you know.”
A look of sheer horror flashes across his eyes before his face turns red. Like he’s been zapped with electricity, he flies away from you and to the other end of his bed, hiding his face in his hands. “Oh my fucking God! I swear I can explain!”
Clutching your belly, you only laugh at his reaction.
Pairings:Lee Seokmin/DK (Seventeen) x fem!reader, Kim Mingyu (Seventeen) x fem!reader (mentioned), Lee Seokmin/DK (Seventeen) x Kim Mingyu (Seventeen) (mentioned)
“Ever thought about having a threesome with two men, babe?” Seokmin asks as he settles comfortably on the sofa right beside you.
“Subtle as always,” you chuckle in the answer, not even looking up from your phone.
From the corner of your eye you can see him rolling his eyes at that remark, but there’s also a smile playing on his lips, so you know it was a good-natured reaction rather than an irritated one.
“So?” he inquires after a moment of silence, staring at you expectantly.
“Yeah, it did cross my mind a couple of times.”
“And?”
“And what?” you ask, looking up at him innocently.
Sometimes you just can’t help it – you like to tease him way too much to pass on an occasion when it presents itself. Seokmin clicks his tongue, this time slightly irritated, but it’s not exactly the type of reaction you’re used to getting from him. It’s lacking his usual energy.
“So, does it mean that you would like to have one with me and another man?” he asks then, sounding surprisingly unsure as he absent-mindedly plays with the rings adorning his long fingers.
It’s been ages since you heard that kind of tone in his voice, so you put your phone aside and turn towards him.
“Depends. You know that I wouldn’t have sex with just anyone.”
Seokmin nods slowly, his expression earnest as he patiently waits for you to continue.
“I believe that there’s someone you already have in mind, otherwise you wouldn’t have asked me about it. So, who is it?”
He smiles hearing your words, feeling pleased that you know him so well. His soft smile turns into a wistful one as he leans back against the sofa with a sigh.
“Mingyu likes you, I think,” he carefully states, observing your reaction.
