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am i nothing to you?

word count: 11.7k

genre: smut, angst, fluff

wooyoung x reader

summary: when someone is usually dominant, what happens when he meets someone who tests him? who makes him beg for the pleasure he usually gets without even asking it, knowing all girls would whoop their asses into his face, and he would eat their pussy until they dried. what if you thought he would fall for you afterward, only to find out otherwise? would you stay? or would you leave him behind and go on?

yeosang is known for the dominance that could hold you if you stare into his captivating eyes. his gaze felt like a shooting arrow that coursed through your skin. you would never think that staring at him during classes would be unnoticed; admiring his appealing beauty should be an excuse. you know that you don't have any chance to lay him.

you knew he was a dominant, not a pushover, not someone who willingly begs for a pleasurable night. who begs his life to come accompanied by a twitching and hardened cock. you're not dominant like him; no, you're not. you merely want to explore his body. you want to know what was there between his menacing eyes. you want to prove he's certainly not a pushover.

the class is over, and you don't realize that time passed by that fast until the one you've been staring at comes to flick your forehead. "why'd you stare at me? " yeosang sneered at you. you gasped in your seat, "oh, am i? or are you being cocky about yourself? " you snapped at him. you tried to come as bratty as testing it was, and it did wonders for him.

it makes yeosang intrigued by you. it makes him want to know you, and it's as simple as that. he knew that you weren't as near as innocent by the way your eyes hinted at him. he hummed, "i see. well, you should know that staring is rude, " he smirked. "my bad, " you coyly said. you stood up and packed your pieces of stuff. you bit your lips while trailing your fingers up to his collar, "could you be a dear and move? " you asked.

yeosang squinted his eyes and pulled his hands up. you walked past him before he stopped you. "wait, " he said. he gave you a paper to write your number. "oh, what a surprise, " you chuckled. "i'm sorry, but i ain't giving it for free. you could have this, though, " you peck the corner of the paper, stamping it with your lips. you leaned closer to him and whispered, "try harder, " your lips were close enough to brush his ear. he could feel the warmth of your breath gushing against his skin, which made his stomach tighten.

yeosang wanted to grab you and fuck you here and there, but he contained his lust within his body and decided to smirk, "what do you want me to do? " he said. "go figure, " you said as if you were confident enough to face him when he did that. you didn't know that when you tested him, he had planned the nastiest things he could do for your bratty behaviors.

you have never heard anything from yeosang since that day until one of the most embarrassing days of your life. wooyoung trapped you in his hands inside one of the restroom stalls in a cheap club. you remember that his name is wooyoung. he had hooked up with you while you were drinking.

you were stressed out that night after a long stressful week filled with an assignment. you've been staring at wooyoung coyly while he was sitting across your table. he had noticed your gaze and started to walk upon you. "hmm, why is someone like you sitting here alone? " he asked softly. "just cause, what about you? " you asked him.

wooyoung chuckled, "i don't know. do you want to play a game with me? " he asked. and as intriguing as it was, you agreed to play with him. he sat beside your seat, "so, what's your name? " you asked. "it's wooyoung, " he replied. "i'm (y/n), " you chuckled. the talk went on and on until it reached its peak. his gaze is stunning. the way he tilted his head to talk with you, the way he leaned closer and closer, and the way his hand naturally landed on your thighs.

wooyoung rubbed your thighs in and out. "wooyoung, " you groaned. "what is it, cake? " he asked. because before this, both of you agree to see which one of you goes off first. you tried to grind and hump on top of his laps but failed miserably. he held it in quite fine until he let it off on you. his hands trail more profoundly to your inner thighs. you let out a deep sigh, "answer me, " he demanded while leaning his lips toward your neck, which made you shiver.

"no, i'm not giving up, " you whimpered, knowing damn well your lower had been wet since earlier. wooyoung rubbed your pulse in the neck with his other hand and pressed a kiss there. your legs tremble when you feel his breath brush your skin. "do you like it, cake? " he whispered. that's it; you can't do this. you hooked your hands on the nook of his neck. you could feel his breathy huff from his mouth, which turned you on even more.

wooyoung pecked your jaw, and you ground your body closer to him before he pulled you up and guided you to the restroom stool. he slammed you to the walls and kicked the door closed. "fuck, (y/n), " he kissed your lips. he tried to contain his lust inside of him, but he couldn't when you whimpered under his touch. you can't imagine hooking up with random strangers in the club, but the pleasure is inevitable.

wooyoung smashed his lips into yours, and his finger slipped into your ripped jeans, curling your clit with his knees rubbing your pussy. you lean your neck against the walls while your finger pulls his head closer to yours to deepen the kiss. he had you under his spells. he kept circling his thumbs up and down your clit while he bit your neck softly.

you pulled him off and switched places with him, only to remove his pants. you looked at him pleadingly before bobbing your head with his cock inside your mouth. he bit his lips and pulled your hair when he thrust his hips until his cock hit behind your throats. you gagged a bit but couldn't stop to keep sucking it. you drool over his cock, and you use that to lubricate his balls.

he pulled you up, and he undressed you. wooyoung finds it easy when he sees you aren't wearing anything underneath. he smirked while humming in contentment, feeling proud, "you do make it easy for me, " he said while his finger pressed down one of your nipples and pinched the others. "woo, " you moaned. you felt something sting you like an electric course electrocuted you, but here, it's not an electric course or anything, but wooyoung's tongue licked your nipple. he licked, bit, and sucked them like he was hungry for the milk inside you.

you never felt like this before, never felt someone could give you the satisfaction of a nipple orgasm this hard. you jerked wooyoung's cock off with your hand while crying for his name softly because you were scared someone might've heard you. "what the fuck, " someone opened the restroom and closed them real quick. you're unsure whether wooyoung noticed it, but you're sure it was someone you knew from his low growl.

you would care about any of that, but you can't seem to bring it up to yourself. the high of the pleasure you're going to have is near because not long after, you are close but before anything else, "come for me, cake, " wooyoung groaned because he's as close as you with your skilled hand throwing him way into heaven. your cum dripping from your pussy untouched and merely by him toying with your nipple, making you lose the game.

you would let wooyoung celebrate his victory, but you're too concerned about him. you bent down to suck his cock while jerking it off and within a few heads bobbed up and down; he came inside your mouth. you glanced at him while licking his cock with his cum slipped out from your mouth. wooyoung took your head inside his hands, rubbed your wet pussy with his thumbs, and placed it on your lips.

"suck it, cake, " wooyoung said. that name made your stomach swoop, and you can't help to suck your cum from your leaking wet pussy. "good girl, " he whispered. he pulled out some paper towels and damped them with the water from the sink to clean your pussy. the cold water hit you and made you wince a bit. "there, there, baby, " he said while cleaning you up. "a good pussy will get its treat if it obeys his master, " he chuckled. he could see the way your pussy clenched when he said that. "oh, you like it, don't you? " he teased.

"stop, " you shyly said while pulling your pants up and getting dressed. "well, i would never forget a good pussy like you who whimpers with the slightest touch. i'm down with anything if you want to be laid next time, " wooyoung pecked your neck's pulse while pulling your phone from your back pocket, signaling you to call him anytime soon. you smirked at him and walked out of the restroom first, but before you reached your table, yeosang had waited for you.

you saw yeosang standing there with a sinister grin on his face. "wow, i could never, " he rolled his eyes. you looked at him confusedly and embarrassed when you realized he had watched you. he saw you fucking with some stranger. "w-what do you mean? " you asked him while stammering. "nothing, but whatever that man can do, i promise you i could do better, " he chuckled. you hummed, "well, as far as i remember, you haven't done anything to prove yourself, " you snapped at him, bringing you back from your pleasant heaven.

"i could, actually, but i don't know if you were ready for it, " yeosang confessed. you bluntly looked at him, "uh, huh? nice excuse, though, " you rolled your eyes. still, you knew he was dominant, but you're a fool to realize that he's capable of everything you craved. if you think what you have now is heaven, you haven't seen god. you haven't experienced the real thing. "meet me tomorrow at 7 pm next to the diner in front of our campus, " he demanded. you frowned, your eyes in doubt, "as if, " he cut you off, "be there, and you'll know what kind of things i could do, "

you did what yeosang had said the following day. the bratty pussy you are, you decided to show up with a white sleeveless and tight top. ripped shorts accompanied you. you knew it would be 7 pm and bet everyone would be there to see you. you showed up at the diner and found yeosang had already sat outside with his long sweatshirt. you approached him, and he stared at you in disbelief, "what the fuck, (y/n), " he groaned.

"don't you wanna touch it? " you coyly asked. yeosang quickly stood up and dragged you away from there to his nearby parked car. he sneered at you while pulling off his sweatshirt, "what were you thinking? " he grumbled. "it was hot, okay, and you should stop being so whiny about it, " you said. "ugh, you just wait, " he placed his sweatshirt over your shoulders to cover your cold body. he knew it wasn't that hot because it's a fucking winter.

yeosang rushed you into his car. he had turned his car on and was ready to bolt off. you sat beside him while tidying his sweatshirt to fit into your body. you crossed your legs, and he squinted his eyes at your thigh. you had noticed his gaze, which strikes you as deep as it is. you spread your legs open, smirked at him, and bit your lips at him, "i bet wooyoung would rail me by now, " you said while trailing your fingers on top of your lips.

you didn't know that toying with yeosang's thirst would end badly with you begging under him and praying while he kept stimulating your pussy. he chuckled and shook his head softly, "sweetie, he would never be the best as me, " he said with a cocky smile. "oh, are you sure? cause the last time i checked; you chickened out when i told you to prove it to me, " you rolled your eyes. "stop it, " he firmly said. "what? " you side-eye him. "stop it with your eyes, " he said. "ugh, " you whined while rolling your eyes. yeosang only sighed and kept his cool, knowing that you probably would roll your eyes back to god shortly.

you boldly leaned your body closer to him, "yeosang, i'm cold, " you whined. "i told you, " he said, but before anything, you placed your hand on his crotch and hummed in contentment, "ah, this is nice, " you rubbed his crotch softly, making him grunt submissively under his deep voice. "oh, you like it? i thought you were much of a dominant, but you're not, " you chuckled while twirling your thumbs on his crotch. he groaned and tried hard to keep his focus on the road. luckily, his house wasn't that far.

"keep your hands off me, (y/n), " yeosang moaned. he tried to buckle up his crotch in your touch, but you quickly pushed him, "no, i'm in charge here, " you firmly said while rubbing your breast against his arm. "please, (y/n), " he said. you can feel his cock twitching and hardened under his pants. "what? do you want it inside my mouth? " you asked. you heard his growls gushing in your ears. you feel satisfied and peck his neck with your hot gust, making him shiver. he kept groaning and moaning your name during the ride.

as soon as yeosang parked his car in front of his house, he walked out of his car and quickly uplifted you to his shoulder. you can't proceed with this because it is all happening too fast. there was a tightened knot in your stomach that you had hoped for him to do to you in the first place. "you should be reflecting on your behavior, " he firmly said while squeezing your back thigh with his other hand. you moaned softly, "yeosang, " you said. he chuckled and grinned across his face, "oh, you beg now? or is it a moan? " he asked while whooping his hands on your jiggly ass, making you jolt out.

"sweetie, i could feel your wetness dripping on my shoulder, " he said while plopping you down onto the couch. "if you wanna know what i'm capable of, i want to tell you that it's not anything near to what people usually do, " yeosang explained. you rolled your eyes again, and that's it. yeosang smacked his lips onto yours while rubbing your waist with his hands. at first, you try to fight him because you are still in disbelief that he is that man, but soon enough to give up when his tongue manages to penetrate your mouth.

yeosang grabbed your ass to carry you to his bedroom without letting off the kiss even for a sec and plopped you down there. you placed your hands on his chest and started engulfing your fingers through his smooth hair. your nails began to prick the skin on his neck. he pulled your pants down, "hmm, you're wet, " he hummed. you moaned his name when he pulled your panty off, letting the cold air sting your pussy. when his finger brushed your pussy with his thumb, you unconsciously thrust your pussy at him.

"not yet, baby, " yeosang said while pushing you down slowly onto the bed. he pecked every inch of your jawline to your neck. you kept moaning for his name, making him smirk on his way to suck your neck, leaving a purplish bruise that made you dig your lips with your tongue, trying to lower your voice. yeosang quickly whispered to you, "moan for me, " like a command it is, you moaned for his name over and over. you're quick to whimper under him when he inserts two fingers inside you.

yeosang curled his finger inside while rubbing your clit with his thumb skillfully. you are sure that no one could give you an incredible job other than yourself, but he proved you wrong. his fingers kept rubbing inside of you, which made your eyes roll back. "yeo–, " you whimpered. he hummed and smirked at your moan. he leaned closer to your neck and kissed your neck. he sucked your neck harshly, which made you moan under his lips which made your neck turn color.

he undressed your body slowly, from his sweater to your clothes. "what a nice body you have, " yeosang said. you looked at yeosang pleadingly because you wanted to be relieved. "yeosang, " you said while trying to reach for his face. "i like it when you beg for me, " he said. you redden at his compliments and bit your lips softly. he brushes your cheek and pecks them.

yeosang rubbed your nipple while groping your breast firmly. you tried to stop his hand, and although it was good, you felt like it was too much that your legs shook. "what, baby? i thought you knew that you signed up for this. you were testing me that much, but look at you, " he whispered. you felt a knot inside your stomach, "yeosang, please, " you begged. yeosang quickly pulled his hand off and placed it with his tongue. "come for me, baby, " he said. you do as he said and come. your cum spread all over his mouth due to his skillful tongue.

yeosang licked your clit slowly; he then traveled to your lips. he placed his thumbs inside your mouth, and he sunk his teeth into your lips. you forcibly taste your cum. yeosang then licked your jaw and whispered, "you're good, baby, " he said. you sighed a bit of relief and relaxed a bit on his bed. little did you know, yeosang had placed your hand tied on his headboard. he put a bowl of ice beside his bed stand that he had prepared after rushing to his refrigerator quickly.

"yeosang, " you whined. yeosang fixed your position, trailing the ice on his mouth from your lips to your nipple slowly. he circled them around your nipple. your nipple hardened due to the stimulation. you wailed over and over again. his hand strokes your cheek, and his thumb brushes your lips, diverting your mind from his mouth that was already rubbing your clit with ice. your breathy moan turned him on and made his cock tent up inside his pants. he sat up on top of you and whacked your boobs firmly. you bit your lips because you slightly enjoyed this.

he rubbed your thighs, and when the ice melted, he toyed with your clit. he pulled down his pants and spiked closer to you. "open your mouth, baby, " yeosang said. you opened your mouth lewdly and pushed his cock inside your mouth. he thrust it in slowly while you looked at him with eyes full of thirst and desire. looking at him with a hunger for his cock. you bobbed your head at the same pace as him. steadily, and your tongue twirled his cock. you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth when it hit your throat. you tried to hold your gag because you wanted to taste him fully. you want to explore his cock until the very last breath in your lungs.

"(y/n), i'm–, " yeosang said. he thrust his cock more profoundly, and when he was about to pull out but you held him in with your mouth and kept sucking his cock. he shoots his cum inside your mouth, which tastes nice and makes you swallow them. he pulled out his cock while his cum dripped from your mouth to your chin, pouring down your chest. "babe, you don't have to swallow them, " he said. you shook your head, "it's okay, " you smiled.

yeosang untied your hand, "this is what i'm capable of doing, (y/n), " he said. he rubbed your red wrist. "i'm sorry about this, though, " he added. you brushed his cheek, "it's okay, yeo, " you replied. "it's my turn, now, " you said while crawling onto his chest, which made him plop down onto his bed. like the fine pussy you are, you licked every inch of his body, from his neck to his balls. cleaning every inch of them from sweat and leaking cums that dripped from his cock. yeosang kept growling at your name, the pain inside his cock that wanted to come again grew fast.

not sure how that night lasted, but every round, both of you take turns to do each other. it was nice, but something was missing. you wanted something to fill inside you, and there was a throbbing feeling that yeosang wanted his cock to be wrapped tightly inside your warm pussy. you didn't count how many times both of you came, but you were pretty sure you both had dried out. you remember he cleans you up and bathes together until the shower turns into one last round for you and him before you, and he is wholly dried.

it was something after a week or so later that your relationship grew with yeosang. from an exchange of soft smiles, giggles, and cute banter during the day, to harsh grunts, growls, and cum in each other's mouths. yeosang hadn't taken this to another level, but you wanted him to. you truly wanted him to thrust into your spot and spread his cum there, spread it to fill your pussy. you wanted to feel his twitched cock beneath you.

until that day, he had asked you to join his family for a ski trip during christmas break. although there's nothing official between the two of you, he wanted you to come because one of his cousins would come, and he's unamused about spending time with him after an incident that happened a few weeks ago. you agreed to go with him since you didn't have anything to do that day and your supposed family is going overseas to visit some relatives there, and you don't want to interfere with their work meeting.

"c'mon, pack now. i'll pick you up at 7 am tomorrow, " yeosang said while you were cuddling inside his arms after tons of rounds and gently playing with him because he didn't want to numb your legs, for tomorrow is the ski trip. you kept whining that you were too lazy to pack because it'll be a hassle to stay up late. "unless you help me, i won't do it until tomorrow morning, " you pouted. "ugh, fine, " he growled while dressing himself. you giggled softly and did the same. you're excited about this ski trip. little did you know that a certain someone would show up too.

yeosang helped you pack your things up and kissed you goodnight. he tried to contain his lust so he won't do another round at your house. the following day came, and yeosang picked you up at 7 am. he loaded your stuff inside his car and fastened your seatbelt on the passenger seat. he smiled at you before he turned his car on, "are you ready, babe? " he said. you nodded softly and returned his smile. he was wearing something soft and comfortable. a fluffy beige-toned sweater with a padded black jacket and jeans covered his body, making him look more attractive than ever.

the ride was fun, with him telling how he despised his cousin for clicking his button every time they met each other. it was at noon you, and he arrived at the lodging that yeosang's parents owned. you didn't realize who he had been talking about until you met him at the resort that was near the ski. since you're yeosang's plus one, you're his roommate with a king-sized bed. his family was friendly and said that yeosang had talked about you before and expected him to bring you on this ski trip. "oh, you talked about me? " you asked him while unpacking your stuff. yeosang only hummed because he was shy about it. you only giggled at him, and suddenly, he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him and placed his head on your shoulder.

"(y/n), " yeosang whispered in your ear. he hummed lowly and pecked your neck. it all started with a soft and fluttering peck, and suddenly it turned into a beastie kiss with a harsh bite around your neck. it looks like he wanted to eat you because, after all these weeks, he craved your body even more. he desired you. he wanted you to be only his. he had never felt this way but seeing how submissive you are under his touch, how you react to every compliment he gives to you in every moment he can while eating your pussy, yeosang liked the way that you're a good girl who gave him a fantastic blowjob that he had never experienced before.

yeosang liked you, but he didn't know it was that deep. he loved you. he wanted you. he yearned for you to be his. instead, he's just in denial because he's afraid of it. he's scared that he can't treat you ideally. he's worried that this fling went through him just because you're that good to him. he had laid his eyes on you since you made him fall into you at first sight. how you made his stomach filled with butterflies. "what is it, yeo? " you softly asked while brushing his finger with yours. "nothing, " he smiled because he couldn't bring himself to say he loves you.

yeosang trailed his hands to your thigh. he had clasped your hand behind your back with his other hand. his smooth and subtle move made you not realize that this was happening. he pushed his knee through your thigh gap and rubbed them against your covered pussy. you whimpered softly. you bite your lower lips because you don't want people next to your room to hear your moan. it was getting there when yeosang attempted to unclasp your bra. it was great until someone rang the doorbell. yeosang grunted while you stood there, while you came back from your hazy mind.

"shit, yeo, where the fuck is the chick you bought? " a familiar voice said. "fuck off, " yeosang tried to push the other out of his room before he finally succeeded and saw you. "woo? " you gasped. "(y/n), " wooyoung said. yeosang stood there side-eyed wooyoung, "leave, woo, " yeosang said. wooyoung only smirked and went closer to you. he saw a lot of purplish marks around your neck and chuckled. "geez, yeo, what are you doing? you're eating her up, " he giggled. your cheeks reddened, and you noticed that your bra was still unclasped.

wooyoung pulled you in closer and hugged you, and he purposely rubbed his chest against yours to feel how hard it was for him while remembering the night at the club. you silently love it and rub his chest with your fingers. yeosang overlooked that; he only saw it as a hug. "nice to meet you here, (y/n), " wooyoung said. "see you at dinner, " he added while walking out of the room. yeosang gruffed his breath while closing the door and pushed you down to the bed. "let me have my lunch first, " he said while pulling your pants and eating your pussy out.

your legs are whimpering while walking to the designed place inside the lodging. yeosang guided you while holding your hands. upon entering the dining room, the maid had set up the table, wooyoung surprisingly arrived, and he sat near his parents. yeosang ushered you to sit first while he grabbed you some water. you didn't know where to sit until wooyoung waved his hand at you and signaled you to sit next to him because it was vacant. "may i sit here? " you asked him softly. "sure, cake, " he smiled at you.

you giggled at wooyoung. both of you talked about what happened after that night. how he, surprisingly, had waited for you to contact him. "i thought we'll be in touch soon, " he said while leaning in one of his arms toward the table. "or did yeosang punish you? " wooyoung jokingly added. you smacked his stomach softly, "no, i don't have time because of homework, " you said. you don't want to lie that you forget when you're not, and you certainly can't bring yourself to tell him that, yes, yeosang had punished you.

wooyoung smirked at you and rubbed your cheek gently. he was about to peck them when yeosang came and pulled you beside him. "fuck off, woo, " he snorted. he pulled you to sit next to him across the table. you can only look at wooyoung while shrugging your shoulders with a pitied look. yeosang kept quiet during dinner. he's not himself. he can't know that you and wooyoung fuck each other in a dirty restroom. doing things, he can't bring himself to do the same with you. he's neither mad nor angry with you. he's frustrated. he's scared. most of all, he's doubtful about it. he doubted himself.

you place your hands under the table and caress his palm. "are you okay? " you whispered. he looked at you with a tainted smile. he nodded his head before he nuzzled them to your neck. you smiled and continued some conversation with his relatives beside you. it was a fun dinner. it was nice and felt like home. you like how the family treated you despite yeosang, who's a total introvert. when he meets with someone, he needs to be a full-on guard and be a soft yet beastie boy in bed and with you.

yeosang has a timid personality, yet he's kind. yeosang rubbed your thigh once more before saying, "i think (y/n) and i will head back now, " he said. you looked at him absentmindedly. you stared at the pulse on his muscular arms when he linked his arms onto yours and wrapped them around your waist. a pair of jealous eyes accompanied by greed inside his mind, wooyoung snickered at yeosang and rolled his eyes. he quickly left the table, "i'm off too; i need to unpack some stuff, " wooyoung said while walking off the table.

yeosang pulled your hand softly back to the lodge. weirdly enough, as soon as both of you entered the room, yeosang pushed you against the wall, "i told you, don't test me, " yeosang groaned in your ear. he looked at your bruised neck and leaned closer to them. "the more i look into it, the more i realize that you don't have to cover them so that wooyoung knows that you're mine, " yeosang added.

it hits you right inside your little heart—the way he said he owned you, making a loud wailing inside your ears. you like the name, but you don't know if it's that you are indeed his or just his buddy to fuck. you decided to sink that feeling and wrapped your arms around him. "i'm yours, yeosang, " you said. he brushed your neck with his thumb. he pecked your neck softly while carrying your legs around his waist. he placed his lips onto yours and nimble them. it was chaste and sweet.

the kiss was pure and soft. you didn't notice how yeosang had already managed to undress you. "yeosang, " you whimpered when the cold air hit your body. his tongue licked your nipple softly. although there are rushing courses of anger that wooyoung touched you earlier, he contains it like you don't want to ruin your body. his finger toyed with your clit while circling them. you kept moaning, but his name. you're afraid that the person next door might hear you. yeosang stopped his play, and he didn't care about how you were about to come or the neighbors that might listen to your moan.

"moan for my name, (y/n), " yeosang demanded. you bit your lips and looked at him, "yeosang, " you whined. you looked into his lips and thought about how those plump lips could eat you like he's starved for weeks. yeosang leaned forward to your lips, knowing you wanted them only to brush them softly. you tried to reach for them, only for yeosang to bite yours first. it was a bit more harsh than usual. he dug into your lips with his teeth, making them swollen. his tongue had already dominated your mouth. you can't remember well how pleasant it is. how his fingers are back into your pussy with soft thumbs rubbing your clit sends you to your high, or how the kiss turns into something lustful with saliva dripping from both of your mouths.

yeosang made your legs tremble when he pushed his three fingers in and rubbed them like he knew every spot of yours. you arched your back to make it easier for him with his lips now sucking your nipple. "you never disappoint me, (y/n), " yeosang mumbled to your ears. "yeosang, " you whined. "come for me, " he said. he quickly paces up his fingers, and not long after, you come. you let out a breathy exhale while he tried to remove his pants. he wanted to jerk himself off before you stopped him.

you spat on your palm and started to play with his hardened cock. you sunk his cock into your mouth with your hand jerking the part that your mouth couldn't reach. it hits the back of your throat, and it fills you. yeosang thrust his cock deeper into you with low grunts from his mouth. you felt his cock twitching inside your mouth. you bobbed your head faster so that you could feel his twitched cock. not long after, "i'm going to come, " yeosang said. he spurted his cum inside your mouth. you looked so lewd with all the sweat, messy hair, and swollen lips. he had the desire inside of him.

yeosang gently caressed your hair and tucked them behind your ears, "(y/n), " he whispered. "yeosang, " you replied. he plopped you to sit down, "i want you. i want you so bad that i don't know if i can handle this anymore, " yeosang said. you smiled at him softly, "yeosang, please, i want to be complete. please fill me in, " you begged. you straddled him with your sprawled leg. "tell me if you are slightly uncomfortable, " yeosang gently said. he placed his hand under your mouth and told you to spit, and he lubricated his cock with it.

yeosang toyed with your clit one more time before he pushed his cock inside your pussy. he growled lowly under his breath, and his grunts made your pussy clench on his cock. you moaned softly, calling for his name before he thrust in slowly and steadily. yeosang trapped your hands on your head and crashed his lips onto yours. "yeosang, faster, please, " you wept. yeosang made his thrust faster and growled harshly. the sudden contentment filled you. how his cock fit your tight pussy. your pussy clenched onto his as his hard cock bulged harder and twitched inside you.

yeosang wrapped his hands around your waist to help your thrust. you can feel yeosang's thrust getting sloppy, and that's when you know he's about to come. "yeosang, i'm close, " you said. he thrust faster, and that's when you felt a tight knot in your stomach. you moaned as yeosang's grunts filled the room. it was stuffy and filled with hot air. you came first, and then he followed. both of you felt content, and there was a slight worry in yeosang's eyes before you whispered, "it's okay, i'm on my pills, " you softly said while coming down from your 9th heaven with a hazy and cloudy mind.

yeosang plopped down next to you, and he spread his arms to nestle your body in his. you squirmed your body to his and nuzzled your head in his chest. "i love you, " yeosang whispered. you heard him, but you pretended to be asleep. your cheeks redden, and your heart thumps, but you can listen to his heart too. it felt like a lullaby to your ears and sang you to sleep. his heartbeat felt like lulling you to one of your tremendous sleep. it was nice.

you fluttered your eyes open the following day only to meet with a flowery scent from yeosang. he smells nice. you wriggled yourself out of his arms and went to the bathroom to take a bath because it was sticky, and the previously glistened body with sweats had already dried. you thought of yeosang's words from last night while showering. it makes butterflies flutter inside your stomach. you dressed in the bathrobe because your clothes were in your luggage; when you opened the door, you saw yeosang had already woken up and was waiting for you to come out from the bathroom.

yeosang smiled at you and wrapped his arms softly around your freshly showered body. "you smell nice, " he said with a deep raspy voice. it effortlessly swooped your heart as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ears. you smiled at him, "good morning, " you said. "how's your sleep? " you asked him attentively. "it was great; actually, i feel nice. how about you? " he asked. you nodded your head and replied with a yes. he pecked your temple before moving to the bathroom to shower. you dressed as warmly as possible because the last time you checked, today would be the coldest day. you knocked on the bathroom door and told yeosang that you were going to grab some breakfast.

you went to the lodging's kitchen to grab some breakfast for yeosang, too, but in the hallway, you met with wooyoung, who just went out of his room. he waved at you and bid you good morning. you return his smile and walk past him. he called you, "(y/n), " he exclaimed. you nervously looked at him, "yes? " you asked him. "you don't want to talk with me, no? " he asked. you shook your head, "no, i mean, yes. i mean, no. i was just on my way to grab some breakfast, " you replied. "oh, me too; let's go together, " he suggested. you agreed and walked side by side with him.

the bruises on your neck were visible to many pairs of eyes. it was something that you tried to hide with your long silk with a slight wave at the lower hair. wooyoung's hand grazed your hand and held it. "it'll be better like this, it was cold after all, and i don't think yeosang would mind, " he said while smiling at you. you liked how his hand fit into yours, but it doesn't feel right. something is missing in this; in short, this is not yeosang's hand. you could feel some pulse in his hands, but it wasn't yeosang's. you could feel his heartbeat through his vibration, but it wasn't yeosang's. it feels different, but still, you want something from him.

wooyoung, who sensed something from you, quickly pressed you against the wall. he stared at your eyes and leaned closer to your lips. you gazed at his lips, probably waiting to eat its prey or his eyes haunting you since that night. his breath whiffed through your skin as you gulped down your saliva. he brushed your neck and saw the bruise. he pecked them one by one, making you let out a small moan. "cake, you like this, do you? " wooyoung smirked. you can't reply to him because it might come out as a moan again. it was then he landed his savory lips into yours. it collapsed harshly; unlike yeosang's, your mouth filled with wooyoung's tongue and kiss that was evident to the public as a lustful kiss.

wooyoung slowly moved his hands toward your waist, and as if this wasn't a public space, he dipped his finger into your thick sweater. you can only muffle your moan with your hand covering them. you don't want him to do this, but to your discovery, you like this. you like to be toyed with in a public space. you liked how you need to be quiet so that people won't notice anything beneath you. you heard a faint sound of footsteps walking toward the both of you, and that's when wooyoung pulled out and quickly pushed you softly from behind to walk away. "(y/n), " you heard yeosang calling for your name. you glanced at the source of the sound and smiled right away.

there's a glimpse of worry on yeosang's face while seeing you with wooyoung. it was a heartbreaking sight, but what could he do besides pulling you closer to him and walking with him? he wrapped you in his arms, "what is it, wooyoung? " yeosang asked. "nothing, " he replied while scoffing at yeosang. wooyoung felt like he was winning, "i'm leaving, hungry that much, " he said while waving at both of you. yeosang hastily hugged, "did he do anything to you? " yeosang asked. "not really, " you replied. his hug seems so warm and fuzzy. you snuggled your head onto his chest. he rubbed your hair, "c'mon, let's eat, " he softly led you to the kitchen.

you heard that yeosang's sister is going skiing today, and you were silently excited about this. you like skiing, and it's one of your fortes, and you're perfect. yeosang saw your smile crossing your face and made a soft giggle out of his mouth. after breakfast, you and yeosang went to the ski place next to the lodging. he held your hand with his soft gloves. "yeosang, let's go to the highest one, " you exclaimed excitedly. "uh, are you sure? " he asked. you nodded at him and dragged him to the line to ride the gondola to the highest course.

it was cold, and the air flurried against your body and yeosang's. you shivered hard and huddled your body closer to yeosang. "baby, are you okay? " yeosang asked while curling you up inside him. you nodded and wrapped your hands around his waist. you bit your lips while looking at him pleadingly as yeosang leaned close to you. he bopped your nose with his. you could feel his warm breath grazing your skin. you slowly leaned your lips to his and kissed him. you mold his lips with yours and softly bite them. it was as chaste as pure it is with white snow falling on the ground, and yeosang drooped his head to dip his tongue into yours while deepening the kiss.

"ugh, " someone scoffed behind you. "get a room, " someone said. you and yeosang gasped and looked behind to find that it was wooyoung. yeosang rolled his eyes and dragged you to ride the gondola. skiing was fun in the first place. you enjoyed your time with yeosang and how wooyoung would bother him. you decided to wait for yeosang at the cafeteria while waiting for your hot choco. you took a sip and embraced the warmth inside your body. the hot choco foam makes a mark on your lips.

yeosang, who just entered the cafeteria while brushing off the snow off his clothes. he walked to you softly and sat in front of you. you gasped, and yeosang quickly took a peck at your lips. he hummed softly while kissing you with a soft and quick kiss. "it's sweet, " yeosang chuckled while brushing your lower lips with his thumb. you shyly looked at him with your cheeks blushing at his action. he leaned closer to you with one of his arms. his knee pushed closer against your knees to spread it open. you innocently gazed at him while he gently rubbed your pussy with his knee. you muffled your moan, "yeo, " you whimpered. yeosang only smirked and tilted his head, "what? do you want to let it out now? " yeosang teasingly said. you bit your lips and nodded.

yeosang chuckled and pulled his knee out, "nah, let's go shower now. before we went out for dinner, " yeosang faintly said while caressing your temple, and he lent his hand for you to hold. you shyly held his hand and wrapped his fingers with yours. it fits perfectly with intertwined fingers of each other. it was late afternoon, and you had arrived at your lodge with yeosang. you tugged his shirt and pushed him to one of the couches in the room. you sat on his lap and grinding on top of them while wrapping your arms around his neck and planting your kiss on him. it was cold today; you wanted to kiss him badly.

yeosang turned you on, and you can't help it. yeosang smirked and slid his tongue inside yours. he grasped your waist and helped you grind on top of him. it lasted for quite a long time before you and yeosang showered. it wasn't that surprising when you continued the make-out session again inside the shower for another hour before both of you washed. your soft giggles mingled with yeosang's low grunts knowing that his favorite restaurant was closed. you held yeosang's hand, "yeosang, it's okay, " you said. "no, you should at least try them for once, " yeosang groaned. you pouted at him and assured him that it was okay. "how about we eat at a nearby open diner, " you suggested.

yeosang agreed, and both of you went to the diner. it was cozy and warm, with a gleaming light inside the restaurant. both of you ordered something and kept joking around. after dinner, you asked yeosang to the nearest arcade. yeosang held your hand and took you there. you gazed at the claw machine, and there was a cute dog charm, a tiny fuzzy doll. you kept staring at them before yeosang came and handed you the coin to play. you saw a whack-a-mole game and decided to play it with him. sadly, you lost because it was weird how the mole won't plop. you pouted while yeosang told you to wait outside the arcade because he wanted to pee.

you left the arcade and felt the grimace after the cold hit you. you toyed with your finger because it was that cold. yeosang hurriedly went out with his warm spread open to hug you. "(y/n), " he whispered. you gasped and felt something soft behind your ears. you looked back at him, "yeosang! " you squealed. you saw the cute dog charm in his hands. he smiled and tilted his head to the side and handed the charm to you. as you handheld the charm, you smiled and giggled softly. you're so happy right now. you didn't expect yeosang to be the sweetest small thing. you snuggled your arms to his and embraced his muscular arm. you nuzzled at his sleeve.

you walked back to the lodging with pent-up tension between the two of you; nothing was holding you until yeosang's mum called for him. you waited for him at your lodging until midnight, yet he didn't show up until the very next morning. "where were you? " you asked him after you left your shower. "i'm sorry, baby, something came out so suddenly, " he stammered. you quietly nodded at him. "sorry, love, i'll make it up to you, " he promised.

like the usual promises people make, it is supposed to break. the next few days, until the very trip ended, yeosang rarely showed up beside you, and he always went away when you looked for him. you ended up spending your time alone inside your lodging or sometimes with wooyoung, who showed you around the nearby ski forest filled with white and pure romantic snowfalls. wooyoung felt like one of those breezes in autumn but appeared like one of those summer fevers.

it was one time when you finally slept in wooyoung's room because you forgot to bring your lodging key. nothing happened during that sleepover besides a drunk talk between the two of you. "between yeosang and me, who gives you the greatest fuck? " wooyoung asked. you hesitantly answered, "i don't know, maybe, both? " you huffed your hiccups. "i'm sorry to say, but i think you don't have any more chances, " wooyoung said softly under his breath. you didn't catch his words because you were too dizzy and pulled his blanket over the two of you. "uh, woo, let's sleep, " you said softly.

the following day was the last day of the trip, and yeosang asked you to go back with wooyoung. it was weird because yeosang wouldn't do that in the first place. you huffed and went to wooyoung's car. you sat next to him with an evident sadness across your face. wooyoung didn't speak a word, although he knew what was happening. he kept his silence during the ride. only talk with you with something small and light that wouldn't be a burden to you, and also to divert your mind from the current situation.

you were sad, but there was nothing you could do. it would be best if you weren't like this because it wasn't that long with yeosang anyway. it only took a few hours before you arrived at your home with wooyoung. you unloaded your stuff from his car and put it inside your home. "thank you, woo, " you gently said with a faint smile. wooyoung can only nod, "no biggie, (y/n), " he replied. "do you have time for tomorrow night? " he asked. you shook your head, "well, wanna go out with me? " wooyoung shyly asked. "sure, " you smiled. wooyoung was sure that you were unoccupied tomorrow night because he knew yeosang wouldn't come.

wooyoung put a lot of extra effort into this. he tried to calm you down. he doesn't want you to see what yeosang has been doing. he tried to bring you to places you couldn't go. it was a warm, lovely dinner with wooyoung before he drove you around town, only to arrive at some party that his friend held. you went home drunk that night in wooyoung's arms. tipsy should be the right word because you missed yeosang's touch. "woo, " you whined when wooyoung dragged you to your bedroom. "would you please stay with me tonight? " you asked. you don't want to pass this night being sad because it has been some days since yeosang hasn't texted you back since the ski trip ended.

it has been that many nights you spend with wooyoung having dinner, parties, and going home drunk. you were repeating that same routine all over again every day. it would help if you had someone right now you want to be touched. there was a growing pain in your body. "sure, " wooyoung sadly replied because seeing your vulnerable self made him droop in an immeasurable sadness. wooyoung skimmed himself next to you in your bed while wrapping his arms around you. you snuggled your way in and rested your head on his chest. he smells like a warm tree that could shelter anyone if needed. this warm fuzzy feeling is what you missed. you slept warmly in wooyoung's grasp around your body.

you woke up because you heard wooyoung's grunts; you fluttered your eyes open as you sat down on your bed. you never noticed how cute wooyoung's mole is under his lip. you leaned over to his body to take a closer look at it. wooyoung opened his eyes, "why'd you stare at my mole? " he quipped. you gasped as you sat back, "no, " you replied shyly. "it was cute, " you added. sometimes you wonder how good a kisser he is. wooyoung handed his finger to your chin to pull you close against him. "can i taste this? " he asked with a deep raspy voice. you bit your lips and don't know who started it first, but both of your lips collided with his.

he molded your lips softly with his teeth while his tongue did its job to tend the pain. as the kiss deepened, wooyoung pressed your body down back to the bed. he groaned softly within the kiss, with his arms slowly rubbing your waist. you faintly wrapped your hands around his neck with your fingers running through his hair. he then tried to enter your mouth with his tongue. he tongues your mouth with his. he then dipped his hands behind your back to undo your bra. he pulled them harshly out of your shirt. as your nipple felt the cold air, it hardened and left a trace on your shirt. his hands now traveled to your shorts, and he pulled them down slowly before throwing them beside the bed without letting any kiss stop.

"look, cake, you're already wet for nothing, " wooyoung murmured. you winced because you could feel his skilled finger touch your clit. "woo, " you whined. "what is it, cake? " he replied while gazing at your lips. "please, do me, " you said. wooyoung only smirked, and lowly scowled at you with him pulling his lips off, "do you what? " he teasingly said while using his thumb to rub your clit gently. you can only moan, "fuck me, " you begged. "you need to pray better, cake, " wooyoung teased. you pulled his hands that have been toying with your clit to your lips. you could see the wet dripping from his thumbs, and you diverted your gaze at wooyoung's eyes while using both hands to grasp him. you slowly pushed his thumb inside your mouth and tipped his thumb with your tongue. you licked every wetness there, you don't know what had gone into you, but you're sure that this was just because you missed the touch.

"wooyoung, fuck me, please, " you begged wooyoung once more while sucking his thumb. he can't handle this, and he can't take you being so devoted for the fuck you need to let off because the pain is growing. he smirked as he pulled his pants down, revealing his hard bulge in your face. "satisfy me, and i'll relieve your pain, " he demanded. you bit your lips while pulling your shirt off and squeezing his cock between your breasts. you moved them up and down while your mouth sucked his cock's tip. you trained your eyes on wooyoung while keeping his cock between your cleavage. wooyoung kept his low groans to himself while straining his hands not to grab your hair, but he couldn't.

wooyoung gripped your hair and pulled them harshly, making his cock hit the back of our throat. you sucked them with the help of your hand while he slapped both of your breasts serially. you only moaned for his name and kept his cock satisfied inside your mouth. your pussy kept dripping its wetness that, probably, now, had stained the bed sheet. "fuck you, (y/n), " wooyoung growled. his cock twitched, signaling that it was his time to come until he pulled out and grabbed your legs to place on both his shoulders. he rubbed your clit with his fingers while his tongue steadily curled your pussy in a motion that no one could explain the pleasure. his mouth consecutively sucked them while his tongue toyed with them playfully, which made you roll your eyes to the back of your head. you bucked your hips at his mouth while keep moaning for his name.

"shit, (y/n), " wooyoung muttered, "you taste nice, " he added while using his teeth to bite your clit softly. "woo, " you winced. your legs started to shake, and that's when wooyoung stopped his tongue and his thumb. he slid three fingers inside you while his head leaned towards your nipple. he fingered your pussy with his tongue, biting, licking, and sucking your hard nipple. your sting nipple turned moldable in his mouth. it was painful, but there's nothing sadder than to be fucked the desire off. he twirled your nipple with his tongue while thrusting his finger deeper into you.

"wooyoung, i'm close, " you said. "come for me, cake, " wooyoung said. he could feel your pussy clench his finger while there was a cum leaking from your pussy. he could feel your hot and warm cum as he licked them, making you pleadingly ask for him to taste you. "no, it's my meal. it's my breakfast, " wooyoung sternly said. you pouted, "it's not enough, " you said, thinking this was the end. you instinctively pulled his cock to brush them against your pussy. "i want it here, " you said while rubbing them softly, making his cock twitch. wooyoung only scoffed, "woo, please, " you begged one more time with a breathy voice, and that's when wooyoung flipped your body to make you be on your four. "such a good girl, " he said while pulling his belt off his pants and smacking your ass with them.

your body jolted as your boobs jiggled. wooyoung didn't let this chance go away, so he grabbed one of your breasts with one of his unoccupied hands. he pinched your nipple with his finger as he placed his cock near your opening. he rubbed it against your pussy steadily until you dizzily pushed your pussy closer, "woo, " you begged. you grind your ass, "fuck me, woo, " you whined. wooyoung then placed his cock inside you slowly and started his thrust with a steady pace.

wooyoung's bulging cock makes your pussy clench onto them. "shit, (y/n), still so fucking tight, " he grunted. "woo, faster, " you said. "are you sure? " he asked with a slight moan leaving his mouth. "yes, please, fuck me, ruin me, woo, " you begged.

you want it. you craved it. you are desperately hoping for it. you want the pain in your body gone. you want your pussy to be relieved. you want them to be fucked the life out of it.

as your wish becomes wooyoung's command, he thrusts faster into you while supporting your hips with his hands. he gradually fastened his thrust, knowing with your muffled moans and groans, both of you knew that this was what you needed. it was hot and sweaty fuck of you and wooyoung. he slapped your ass once as he kept thrusting and kneading your ass. wooyoung pulled your body to him to make a more effortless thrust. "fuck, (y/n), " he said. you can feel his thrust getting sloppy, and you know you're close. "woo, i'm close, " you said. "wait, cake, " he thrust harder as the lewd sound made out from it, accompanied by moans and groans. he is close.

wooyoung thrust a few more times until you came first, and he followed. he turned your body around to face him and huffed his breath out as he licked your neck and tucked a piece of hair glistening with sweat. you tilted your head to help him get better access. wooyoung pecked each part of your body until he landed his lips on your nipple. wooyoung licked your nipples and sucked them. in his sick mind, he teeth them while his tongue curled them. the day is still young; that's why you and wooyoung continued until it ended near the late afternoon.

you and wooyoung haven't dried but are still out of breath. "i don't think i can walk after this, " you said while gasping for air. wooyoung chuckled and rubbed your temple. "i can carry you, " he teasingly said. you giggled at his joke while huddled up to him. "stop, " you shyly said. "no, i'm serious, " he chuckled as contentment filled him while hugging you. "are you okay, though? it was rough, " wooyoung said with concerns filling him. "i'm okay; i like it, " you bit your lips with a gentle voice leaving your mouth.

"do you want to order takeout? " wooyoung asked. "yes, please, " you replied, "but, let's shower first, " you added. you winced as you tried to stand up, but wooyoung was there to help you. he cleaned your body first before he showered himself. tonight passed by with soft and small remarks from both of you until both of you continued to another round until past midnight. pleasurable night; if you could explain.

a week had passed with you and wooyoung spending the night together. you had fun but can't get yeosang out of your mind. spending time with wooyoung didn't make anything about yeosang disappear from your mind. you tried to contact him a few days ago, but he didn't reply. you strolled around town alone this cold winter because wooyoung couldn't accompany you. he said that he had something to do. you accidentally walked past yeosang's neighborhood, which is quite near your house. you saw his house door was open. you knocked on his door just in case someone was there, but you halted them.

you heard someone screaming from the inside. you could listen to yeosang's voice. you halted your steps, "fuck off, " yeosang said. "you fuck off, " the other person said that sounded like wooyoung. "i'm sorry, okay? i only said hi to her because my mom told me so, " yeosang snapped. "yeah? what about the night you spend with her? what about the time you left (y/n) alone during the ski trip? yeah, let that sink in, " wooyoung bites back. you gasped. "i know i'm wrong, but i'm just trying to make my ex comfortable because she just got back, and i think there's a lot to catch up on, " yeosang explained.

"you were making her comfortable. what about (y/n)? " wooyoung said. "what do you think of her with the fact that you left her on hold? " wooyoung added. "c'mon, woo, there's nothing between us, " yeosang said. he accidentally slipped this out. he was insecure, he was scared, and he loved you. he loves you from the bottom of his heart. he'd be thinking about you if his ex wasn't around and kept him busy. he tried to push her away, but she always used his mum as an excuse. he wanted to spend time with you. he was mad when he knew about what you did with wooyoung, but it was too late.

your tiny squeak left your mouth. wooyoung and yeosang immediately looked at the creaky door and saw you in tears. you slowly stepped back, and with blurry eyes, you walked away. you can hear tinted footsteps chasing after you. you don't know whether it's yeosang or wooyoung. you kept going until a pair of hands reached out to you and wrapped you in a warm cozy hug. "shush, there there, " its voice soothed you down. you had noticed from the vein on his hands that it was wooyoung. you cry with faint sobs coming out from your mouth.

wooyoung led you to your house; he rubbed your back softly. "i'm sorry, (y/n), " wooyoung said. "i'm sorry, i should've told you, " he added. "this is my fault. i'm sorry, " he apologized. "no, woo, this isn't your fault. stop blaming yourself. no one expects this. i'm just nothing to him, " you cried. you kept weeping for your tears. wooyoung can't handle this. seeing you sad made him cry too. both of you cried too much that night until both of you fell asleep.

days go by until weeks turn into months. you spend every bit of your time with wooyoung. you can see how he tried to mend the brokenness, how wooyoung wanted to make you feel okay that you're something and not merely nothing. you know he tried his best. slowly, you fall for him. you like how attentive he is, how he pays attention to every little thing you say. you love him. that's when you decided to ask him on a date at a nearby beach.

you had prepped yourself with nice warm clothes. you heard someone ring your doorbell, thinking it would be wooyoung; yes, it's wooyoung. he came with a pair of surprises in his hand. he handed you a cute pink toy; as we all know, it's a vibrator. he smirked, "do you want it? " he asked. you can feel your stomach knotting and nod at wooyoung. "please, woo, " you said with a soft giggle. wooyoung pushed you inside your house slowly and pulled your stocking down under your dress. he trailed his finger down and placed the vibrator. your legs started to tremble when he turned on the device. "be a good girl, will you? " he said. you nodded and straightened your dress as you leaned closer to wooyoung's arm. "yes, wooyoung, " you gently said.

wooyoung slapped your ass once before he opened the door, "woo? " he asked. "uh, " you confusedly replied. "it's okay, cake, we'll get into it later, " he giggled. wooyoung sets the vibrator on a low setting; it'll turn medium or high if you do something. wooyoung opened his car's door for you. you didn't care about how the vibrator weakened your legs, but you loved it. if there's a bumpy road, you feel it shakes your pussy. you moaned softly. wooyoung giggled and placed one of his hands between your thighs. he softly smacks your pussy as you moan for his name.

both of you arrived at the beach to have seafood for dinner. if your pantyhose color weren't skin-toned, people probably would realize the wetness had leaked from your pussy. wooyoung rubbed your ass before walking to the beach to have dinner. the dinner went pleasant, but you were too lustful to enjoy the food. wooyoung only smirked at you and kept shoving his mouth with the food. "woo, " you whined. wooyoung set the vibrator into a medium setting, "(y/n), do you like the food? " he asked. you nodded; wooyoung looked at you with frowned eyebrows. "yes, woo, i like the food, " you said sweetly, more likely sounding like a moan.

wooyoung brushed your hand as the dinner ended. he led you to walk aside the beach. wooyoung held your hand gently to help you walk beside him. "woo, thank you, " you suddenly said. "what do you mean? " wooyoung asked. "for being there for me, " you replied. wooyoung shook his head and said that it was okay. you leaned closer to him, "seriously, thank you, " you said. wooyoung then hugged you tightly in his arms and soothed you. "it's okay, cake, " wooyoung said. he rubbed your back and rocked your body back and forth.

you know you're not that strong when the vibrator shakes your pussy. you asked wooyoung to go home because you lied that your stomach hurt. well, you purposely did that so wooyoung could punish you. yes, he did. wooyoung tied your arms on your headboard with your legs on their two. wooyoung pulled out the vibrator and the belt off his pants and was ready to spank you. "(y/n), i thought you knew better, cake, " wooyoung said. "i'm sorry, woo, " you whined as he landed his first spank on your bare ass. "then, why? " he asked. "i'm sorry, please, punish me as you please, master, " you said without noticing how the word slipped out of your mouth.

wooyoung, who heard that smirked and scoffed, "master? " he said. yes, master. you said inside your heart. "cake, " he said while spanking your ass one more time before he ripped your clothes open. "a good cake needs to serve its master, " wooyoung said while untying your hand. "yes, master, " you said with a slight moan from your mouth. wooyoung pulled down his pants and had his cock leaking his precum. "master, please let me, " you said before planting your hands around his cock. you licked his precum like you usually licked an ice cone before you shoved them inside your mouth to give him a blowjob that he probably thought he'd be happy to faint if this was the blowjob. you bobbed your head up and down in a motion with your hands kneading the untouched area.

you tilted your head to the side to gain easier access. it made wooyoung keep grunting and his raspy voice slightly ringing in your ears to encourage you. you bobbed your head harder as your hand rubbed his cock smoothly. you felt like wooyoung was ready to release his cum, so you jerked it off with your hand. you didn't ask him, nor did he tell you that he would come. you pulled his cock closer to your chest as he spattered his cum at you, "master, look at me. your cake has finally had its icing, " you said. you placed both hands on top of your nipples and toyed with them. "master, " you moaned. wooyoung leaned to your pussy to finger them as his tongue worked its way on your lips. he molded your lips with soft kisses, his finger curled your pussy, and his thumb rubbed your clit.

you come shortly after with mixed moans between the two of you. how wooyoung growled under his breath, and you kept repeating master, begging for wooyoung to do you more. he finally thrust his cock inside of you. you sealed it so thoroughly and blissfully with his cock completing your body. "master, " you said. "yes, cake? " he replied. "i love you, " you confessed. wooyoung smiled softly, "cake, you know i've fallen for you ever since that one-night stand, " he confessed. he proceeds to grab your hair and softly bite your neck, "you're mine, only mine, and forever be mine, " he said.

as wooyoung marked and claimed you as his, both of you came simultaneously. you bit your lips and let out a gasp for air, nestled into wooyoung, "i love you, " you said while coming down from your hazy mind. "i love you first, cake, " wooyoung lulled you to sleep.

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hi, people! sorry i've been going on a mia due to sudden schedule! but finally i'm free and here's the recent work that i made! hope you guys enjoy

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yunshoto · 2 years

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on a friendly loop

word count: 9.8k

genre: smut, angst

yunho x reader x seonghwa

summary: what will happen if someone used you to get his revenge? would you notice their ulterior motives? or would you give in? but before any of those happened, your friend had warned you. will you listen to him?

you're this new girl in town, working as a barista at one of the nearest bakeries to your new home. your new studio house is small but comfortable. you love your new job, new town, and of course, your new life. happy for being away from the city that traumatized your soul.

when you left your old town, you knew you needed to change your way of life. why? maybe it's because you're too sad that when your only love, your mom, left you for a new man. your own family disowns you, leaving you penniless. you couldn't afford anything, especially for college.

your last straw was when your mom came to you and yelled at you. telling you, you're a failure for making her life a dismal life. you snapped, grabbed her purse, pulled her wallet out, and cried out, "fuck you, " and you ran away. you ran as far as you could until you reached a bus stop.

your phone lit up, and you scoffed. it turned out that your mom was telling you to leave this family alone and to pack your things up to move out. it's frustrating; you cried your loudest cries. you walked home in a very sluggish way, with sobs accompanying you.

you saw your things on the veranda, and some trivial cash, with a letter beside it—your grandma, who only cares about her family, not you. she can't afford to choose between you and others; well, she did. she decided the majority.

after a very long journey of crying, a trembling path of life, and a couple of nights of being homeless, you managed to find a job and a house outside town. breathing the cold air in, grasping it in your lungs like it's the first time you can live in the fresh air.

dramatic life story; people think you're making those up, but hey, no one knows the pain as you do.

you're ready to start your new life, tidying up your clothes and a lovely name badge on your left chest, but you missed the first bus. that's okay; you're not going to be late. you took the next bus, sat on the middle seat, and watched the view of this green town.

after a while, you arrived at the bakery. you're ready to strive for the life you deserve to have. you walked down the bus until someone bumped you from your back.

*clang clang*

your name badge fell to the ground, "oh my, i'm sorry. are you okay? " you panicked. the one who bumped you looked at you strangely, "yes, " he replied. "thank god, " you sighed while patting your chest as a sign of relief. your eyes bugged out, and you looked at it, "my badge, " you gasped.

you bend down, searching for it, while the man there is standing looking down at you. he scoffed; he picked up the name badge that fell near his sneakers. "(y/n), " he said. you blinked mindlessly, "yes, " you answered. "uh, here, " he handed you the badge. "i'm sorry, but i have to go, " he ran as fast as he could.

you shook your head and were a bit confused about him. you continue your walk to the bakery; there, you meet someone very kind and willing to teach you during your training as a barista. his name is yunho. he's kind and amiable. he told you how to grind the coffee beans.

he also taught you how to make some non-coffee drinks and heat the food on display. the first day working at the bakery is filled with learning and serving. yunho handled the cashier and beverages. you performed the same shift as him. well, he's the one who asked the manager to hire another barista because the only one who worked during the peak shift was only him.

people called it the peak shift because it was the only hour the customers flooded the bakery. truthfully, it's because of the work hours and a college nearby, but it's because of yunho too. girls are fanning themselves with lovey-dovey eyes for yunho. "oh, yeah, (y/n), " yunho broke your daydream.

"yeah, " you answered. "i can't stay here until noon because i have this class, and i can't bear to miss it, " yunho explained. "okay, " you said. "i'm sorry, but please stay a little after one until the other shifts come. they usually come late, " he implored. you nodded your head, "thank you so much, my lifesaver, " he hugged you.

you could feel the warmth and gentleness of the way he hugged you. you took in his hug and patted his back. "don't worry; i still have lots to learn, though, " you soothe him down. he nodded and looked at you one more time, "we're going to be best friends, " he claimed. "you should meet the others in the same year as us that work here too, " he added.

"oh, are there many of them? " you asked. "yes, " yunho excitedly replied, "you're going to meet them at college, too, " he said. you shyly shook your hands, "that must be fun, but i'm not attending any college here, " you chuckled. yunho frowned his eyebrows, "i decided not to study, " you added.

"i see, but you're going to meet them here often, so yeah, that'll be more fun instead of meeting them in stressful college surroundings, " yunho claimed. you giggled and nodded at him because maybe, yes, you prefer to work here instead of studying in college and trying to fit in or comprehend the stress you must take.

you have this plan. you'll save the money you make while working as a barista and buy a place to be your own home. it's a small dream, but at least you have a place to dwell. the long journey to be there, but you'll manage. you have this plan because you know you can't be in your darkest night forever.

working as a barista is one of the jobs you might enjoy because you'll be working on a shift and not tied to a company with 9 to 5 work hours. you will have this flexible time. you're going to have lots of free time. you learned and tried a lot of stuff.

the thing you enjoy the most is gardening and baking. it's fun, and it keeps you from breaking down. "you should come to my house sometimes; i'll bake you some cookies, " you offered. "really? " yunho asked. "yeah, i guess. for being my first friend in this town, " you smiled. he clasped his hands, "i'll bring my favorite food for the housewarming then, " he said.

you looked at him, "housewarming? " you asked him. "i bet you didn't have one if you said i'm your first friend here, " yunho's eyes twinkled at you. you hummed, "do you want to come by this saturday because we don't have any shifts that day? " you asked. "sure, i'll bring the others to help, " he claimed.

*beep beep*

yunho's watch beeped, "again, thank you, (y/n). i'm going to leave this place in your good hands, " he said. you chuckled and shooed him away. you tried to grind the coffee again and tried some latte art. you were trying to make heart-shaped latte art until someone came in with the same uniform as yours.

two boys are approaching the bakery. they were running and bickering so loud that you could hear them from inside. they entered the bakery; you took a peek at them while hiding behind the coffee bar. one was glinting with sweat, and the other was gasping for air.

"i told you, you'll never beat me, woo, " the glistening one said to the other. "no, you fucking chest, yeosang, " the other mumbled while huffing some air from his lung. "i didn't lie; i swear i heard from yunho that our new barista came today, " he squealed. "i didn't see any fucking one here, yeo, " wooyoung pointed all over the bakery.

yeosang marched his way to the bar while pulling wooyoung with him. he pointed at it. you smacked your cheek; they caught you. "h-hi, " you stammered. "see, i told you, " yeosang exclaimed. "you're our new barista? " wooyoung asked. "y-yes, i'm still in training, but yes, " you claimed slowly. "okay, woo, we should make them comfortable, " yeosang beamed.

"my name is yeosang, and this is wooyoung. try not to attach yourself to him because he doesn't understand the idea of personal space, " yeosang reached his hand to you. you giggled and shook his hand. "nah, you shouldn't be hanging with him. he'll attack you with tons of harsh truth, but it's true, on your face, " wooyoung fought back. "hi, i'm (y/n); i'm new here, " you kindly introduced yourself.

"d-do you want to eat cookies at my house? " you asked. "cookies?! " wooyoung jolted his eyes. "y-yeah, cookies. if you want, you can come with us after we finish our shift, " you added. "us? " yeosang asked. "i-it's yunho suggested that and it'll be this saturday after our shift ends, " you explained.

"i'm in; i want cookies, " wooyoung said. "count me in; i don't want to be stuck with homework this weekend, " yeosang sighed. "okay, it's settled then. meet us here, yeah, " you smiled at them. yeosang and wooyoung nodded, "don't you have any class after this, or you're going to stay here?" yeosang asked.

"no, " you shook your head. "i don't go to college, and yes, i'm going to stay a bit before coming home, " you smiled. "well, you could try to bake something in the kitchen, " wooyoung offered. "is that okay? " you shyly asked them. "yeah, bake your cookie and place it in a jar, and we'll ask the manager if we could sell them here, " yeosang explained.

a gleamed light on your smile, and a lovely tint of redness appeared on your cheeks. you made some cookies; you helped wooyoung clean the table while waiting for the cookies.

*ding*

you finally heard the oven's sound; you placed them in a jar and gave them to yeosang and wooyoung. "here you go, give it a try, " you said while looking at the clock. "oh yeah, i need to be back now. please tell yunho about it; thank you, " you said. you rushed and walked out of the bakery.

while walking towards the bus stop, someone bumped your back again. you jumped out, "i'm s-, " you gasped when you looked at the one who bumped you. it's the same guy who bumped your back this morning. "are you even sorry when you did it twice? " he snapped. "you're the one who bumped me, " you argued.

he scoffed, "okay, i'm sorry, " he rolled his eyes at you. you shrugged your shoulders, and much to your luck, the bus came early. you hopped into the bus and sat near the window. you didn't have a hint that the guy was taking the same bus as yours. he sat behind you. from his sight, he was taking every bit of your movement into his eyes.

you're doing things like you were the most vulnerable self. how shaky your legs were giving the boy a clue. the bus arrived at your stop, and you walked down from the bus and entered your home slowly, and locked the door. you cleaned yourself up, made some tea, and finally, sat in front of your laptop to binge-watch your favorite series.

but again, you haven't greeted any of your neighbors, "nah, i'll do it tomorrow, " you said. you decided to watch two episodes before deeming it an awful series. you sighed, "i should've stayed at the bakery, " you pouted. well, what can we say except whatever? you chuckled.

it's past 8 pm, and you are hungry. you don't have any ingredients to cook, so you go out to buy some dinner. you walked by, passing some stores, and there was a diner that caught your eye. you opened the door and entered the place. you glimpsed the menu on display and ordered a double cheeseburger with fries and a chocolate milkshake.

you sat on the stool and waited for your fold, "you again, " someone from beside you said. you noticed how familiar the voice is. you peeked at the one who sat beside you, "uhm, hi, i guess, " you giggled. "yeah, hi, (y/n), right? " the guy asked. "oh, you remembered, " you said. "i do, actually, but i bet you don't know my name, " the guy added. "i'm sorry, " you shrugged.

you looked at him and noticed that once, he let down his hair, but now, something was attractive in his slicked-back brownish hair. he was sipping his coke and smirking at you. "let me guess, stephen, " you thought. "wrong, but good try, " he said.

your food came, "thank you, " you looked at the waitress's name tag, "astrid, " you smiled. "rude, you know people's names but not mine, " the guy muttered. you took a bite, "it's not like we're friends or something; we just met, " you said while eating your fries. "we live in this small town; people know each other, " he claimed.

"we'll get to know each other sometime, then, " you giggled. you bit your burger and tried to finish your meal. "nevermind, are you new here? i never see you in town, " the guys said. "yeah, i moved in two weeks ago. i haven't roamed around town, nonetheless, " you replied. "i see, " he said.

you had finished your meal and paid the bills, "anyway, i'm leaving first. see you, i guess, " you said. "it's seonghwa, by the way, " he said. "your name? " you questioned. "yes, it's seonghwa, " he repeated. "nice to meet you, seonghwa; see you anyway, " you waved at him. "bye, " he smiled.

something was appealing about him, something you're not allowed to have. how his voice made your heart quiver. he made your mind have this tingling sensation that startled your body. it's not being dramatic; it's the truth. nonetheless, you can't love him because you know he won't love you, but that's for you to learn later.

you went home quite late, and much to our surprise, you bought yourself a bottle of cheap white wine and a dry gin. you feel like drinking. it's okay to drink if you're having an afternoon shift tomorrow. a drinking buddy is missing, but it's not that deep. you're doing great on your own.

one sip, two sips, and there you are, breaking down. you were weeping, pulling your legs closer to your chest and hugging them. you were confused about your path, but you tried remembering the happy things you did today. how working at the bakery makes you happy. you wiped your tears, grabbed the wine bottle, and swallowed them in one chug.

you fell asleep late at night, around 2 am. it's the best sleep you've ever had because you know now you have something to expect for tomorrow, going to work. you loved working at the bakery. you loved making the latte art, baking, and being there. you're happy.

the following day you woke up early to sober yourself. you made hot chocolate and some cookies placed beside the cups on the plate. you opened your door to check your garden and its plants. you only have a few plants, but you only name your favorite plant. you call your cherry tomatoes sheri. "good morning, sheri. how's your night? " you asked your plant.

you put your drink on the table beside the chair. "you look stunning today; i love you, sheri, " you mumbled and caressed your plant. you petted them and poured some water from the bottle beside them into their pots. "i had a great night, you know. i slept like a baby, and i think i'm excited for today, " you rambled to your plant. "were you cold last night? do you want any blankets for tonight? " you asked. "i'll bring you some delightful food later, " you said.

you enjoyed talking to your plants even though they couldn't answer you. you found solace while talking to them. they comfort you when people can't. talking to yourself is how you cope. "(y/n), " someone greeted you. "you lived here? " he said. you glanced at yunho, "hi, good morning, " you greeted him happily. "yeah, i lived here. you lived around here, too? " you asked.

"oh, no, yes, " he awkwardly answered. "no, i don't live here, but my friend did. we were finishing our assignment due today, so here i am, walking home early because i had to work later, " yunho explained. you giggled softly, "me too, " you answered. "can i come in? " he asked. "sure, why not? " you said. "just open the fence; it's not locked, " you added.

"your garden is lovely, even with only a few plants, " he teased. "hey, i just moved in, " you giggled. "do you like your plants that much? " yunho asked. "yeah, i think so, " you grabbed your cookies and dipped them into your hot chocolate. "why? " yunho asked. "i like talking to them, and they won't judge me because they can't speak, " you mumbled.

"i see, but you're not considering me as a friend? " yunho asked. you were pretty taken aback by his words. no one ever thought of you as a friend. if there's someone, you wouldn't have to feel that you're alone or homeless firsthand. they could've asked you to stay at their home or asked how you felt. "i- i mean, yes, of course, you're my friend, " you stuttered. "am i? " he giggled. "yes, " you exclaimed.

yunho giggled, and he patted your head, "you're my best friend, then, " he said. he thought the way you act, giving him signs, you may need someone to listen, understand, and be there for you. he wanted to lend you ears and shoulders so you could rely on him even though he had just met you. he's always been the friendly one, harmless.

"okay, i'm leaving now. i need to shower, unlike someone here, " yunho said. "yunho, " you startled. "i'm going to take a shower later; it's too early, " you tried to defend yourself. "oh, don't tell me you're scared of the cold morning water, " he giggled. "sadly, yes, " you laughed. "very well then, my fellow shower hater, i'm going now; see you at work, " he added. "see you, yunho, " you replied.

you never had someone like yunho, someone who's attentive. you grabbed a handful of pebbles on the ground and put them in sheri's pots. "here you go, talk with your friend while i'm working, okay? have a nice day, sheri, and all of my loves, " you smiled at your plants and went back to your house. you took a shower, and since you don't have anything to cook, you're going to eat the unhealthiest food on earth.

spicy ramen.

you cooked your spicy ramen for breakfast; could you imagine that? well, you could; you were the one who ate it. you packed your stuff with a smile on your face, and you walked to the bus stop. you weren't sure about what you were seeing now. you halted your walk, and you saw, "h-hi, good day, seonghwa, " you greeted him. of course, your awkward self was surfacing.

"wow, how many drinks did you have last night? " seonghwa fanned his nose because of your alcohol reeks. "it's not my fault i drank too much, " you giggled. "do you have a class for today? " he asked. "i think i don't have any class for the rest of my life, " you answered. "why? " he asked. "i don't go to college; i work, " you said. "i see, hustling, " he said. you scoffed softly, "oh, the bus is here, " you ignored him and took the bus.

surprisingly, he sat next to you, "do you mind? " seonghwa asked. "sure, " you abruptly answered him. he smirked at you, and the thought of his sick ideas was corrupting him. he wanted to hurt you, knowing that the more vulnerable you are, the easier he can walk through. "i'm tired. wake me up when we arrive, " he said while he put his head on your shoulder. you confusedly looked at him and hummed, "okay, " you mumbled.

seonghwa grinned, and he slept all the way there. your heart was thumping inside your body. you wanted to hold his hand and caress his cheek, but you know you can't. this kind of affection didn't mean anything, but it's affecting you the way it shouldn't. you bit your lower lips and watched the street from the window. the ride felt so quick, but you managed to wake him up. both of you walked down the bus; you bid him goodbye and met with yunho after you entered the bakery.

yunho watched from the bakery how you and seonghwa walked down the bus and talked—giggling and smiling. yunho grumbled softly to his breath; he didn't like this. "so, what am i going to learn for today? " you tapped yunho's back. he snapped from his thoughts, "maybe something about making the coffee more edible, " he giggled. he didn't want to say anything about it, but he had to tell you his two cents.

"(y/n), you could tell me anything if something terrible happens to you, okay? call me anytime, and i'll be there, " yunho said. he didn't want you to end up like the other girls in town. "o-okay, " you replied. you were confused, but that's okay; you'll manage. you'll manage to know one way or another. your work shifts start another hour later; you have spare time to prepare yourself and clean the table while you're at it. yunho told you it's okay to sell your cookies here; the owner accepted the offer, and it will be split 6 to 4; you're the 6. you're happy and all giggly because of the news—another thing to be delighted about in life.

lately, knowing something that makes you happy in this life does a thing for your mind and soul. you were trying to look in bright, positive ways. "so, as you were saying, you came to the class and waited for an hour, and the lecturer only informed the students 30 minutes later that he canceled the class even though you had finished your assignment? " you asked. "yes, ironic, i know, " yunho sneered. "i didn't think you could snap like that, " you giggled. "supposedly, i can, but not to you, of course, " he added while smiling at you.

yeosang walked into the bakery, followed by wooyoung. their shift ended hours ago, right before yours, "two iced americanos to go, please, make it (y/n) special, " yeosang laughed. "don't blame me if it's not the taste you had thought for, " you said. "we won't, " wooyoung giggled. "so, why did you come here anyway? " yunho asked. "oh my god, you wouldn't believe what happened, " wooyoung said.

"that fucking asshole got slapped on the face with, i think, two of three girls because i heard there are third slaps, " wooyoung added. "it's two; the last girl slapped twice because she thought he loved her when he had made out and fucked the life out of her and made her believe they were dating, " yeosang explained. "but i bet girls are still head over heels for him, " yunho smirked. "someone said he had a new target, " wooyoung shrugged.

"that friend of yours must've some balls to play like that, " you unintentionally said. the three of them went silent. you bit your lips and handed the americanos to yeosang and wooyoung. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to eavesdrop, " you apologized. "no, it's true, " wooyoung giggled. "you should be careful, (y/n), " yunho sternly said, knowing what he saw earlier; he was sure you were his target. "who is he anyway? " you asked.

"you didn't know? it's seonghwa, " yeosang whispered. you looked at him confusedly, "i don't think so; he looks nice, " you claimed. "no, (y/n), don't be blind, " yunho said. "it's true; you should stay away, " wooyoung said. "but he didn't do anything to me, though, " you explained. "well, if anything happens, remember what i said earlier, " yunho said. "tell us, and we'll beat the shit out of him, " wooyoung said. "you wouldn't dare; he's with hongjoong, your crush? '' yeosang snorted. "shut up, " wooyoung said.

"don't worry, yunho; i can take care of myself, " you whined. yunho patted your head, "yeah, sure, " he smiled. wooyoung and yeosang had already left, and you and yunho finally managed to do your work. he told you how to brew some dairy drinks like iced chocolate and smoothies. since your shift starts at noon, it'll probably end at night around 10 pm because you need to clean the table and stuff.

right at 9:59 pm, someone came into the bakery, "hey, (y/n), " seonghwa greeted you. yunho squinted his eyes at him, "we're close, " yunho sternly said. you nudged yunho's hands, "yes? " you answered seonghwa. "hi, yunho, " seonghwa said. yunho rolled his eyes, and he went back to grab his bag. "can you lend me your bus pass? i haven't topped up my bus pass, " he pleaded. "uh, sure, " you hesitantly said. he smiled, "thanks, i'll wait at the bus stop, " he said.

you cleaned up the table and prepared to close the bakery with yunho. "see you soon, " you bid him goodbye with a smile. "are you sure you are coming home with him? " yunho asked. "it's okay; i'll call you, " you said. yunho hummed at you, and he patted your head. you walked to the bus stop, and you spotted seonghwa sitting at the bus stop bench, "oh, you're here, " seonghwa waved at you. "how's your day? " seonghwa asked. you saw a tint of a bruise on his face like someone had slapped the shit out of him.

"great, indeed, i made some cookies, " you chuckled. "oh, yeah? can i try some of them? " seonghwa asked. "s-sure, " you stammered, "i'll give you some later on, " you added with a smile. "can i have it tonight? i haven't eaten any dinner, " he pouted. "i don't think i have spare cookies, " you sadly replied. "what a bummer, " seonghwa sulked. "hey, the bus, " you pointed at the bus. you tapped for yourself and seonghwa.

"you're not going to ask me about this? " seonghwa pointed to his bruise. you confusedly looked at him, "oh, i'm not that curious about other people's business, " you smiled at him. seonghwa squirmed his hands to yours, "i'm cold, " he held your hands and laid his head on your shoulders. "do you have classes until this late? " you asked. "no, i just wanted to wait for you so we could take the bus together, " he answered while playing with your fingers.

your heart was tingling while seonghwa nuzzled his head on yours. "don't you have your college friends? " you asked. "i do, but they either took their car or bike; they rode a different bus, " seonghwa explained. you nodded and hummed at him. "well, my stop is near. be careful, okay? " you said. "mine's too; we live in the same neighborhood. i saw your garden. it's amazing, " he claimed. "oh, when? " you asked. "this morning, you're with yunho, right? " he said. "oh, you're friends with yunho? " you questioned him. "i used to, " he chuckled, "but it's not something to talk about, " he added.

"why? " you asked, "just cause. we fought about a thing, " seonghwa answered. "i see, " you nodded, "i hope you can sort it out soon with him, " you said. "yeah, let's get off, " seonghwa stood up and smiled at you. both of you walked down to the bus stop. "c'mon, i'll walk you home. it's late, " he said. "no, it's okay. it's not that far, " you babbled. "hey, think of it as i wanted to pay you back, " he chuckled. you giggled, "suit yourself, " you said. "don't fret too much; my house is not that far from yours, " he explained. you hummed while your hand skimmed against his.

his hand is soft and a tad cold. seonghwa looked at you with a question mark; he smirked and held your hand. you blushed and bit your lips. your heart fluttered; you didn't know how to react. it was the first time someone held your hand warmly, and you thought it was love you never had a chance to have. he grasped your hand gently. you blushed, and you hoped for something from him that you knew you weren't supposed to expect, but you wanted him to give you something.

well, he will, but not what you wanted.

"uhh, i stayed here. thank you, though, " you said, "no worries, " seonghwa replied. you shook your head, and, "do you want to come? " you asked him attentively. seonghwa smiled, and he shrugged his shoulders. "nah, i don't think so. it's late, and i think your parents would be worried if you brought someone home, " seonghwa added. you laughed awkwardly, "maybe, yes, i don't know, " you replied. "maybe sometime later, yeah, " seonghwa said, "bye, (y/n), see you tomorrow, " he added and waved you goodbye.

you went inside your house, closed the door, and sat in front of the door. you inhaled your breath deeply; you felt your heart thumping and clasped your chest through your shirt. you wept your eyes, hugged your legs, and buried your head inside your knees. it's between sadness and happiness. you're happy because of the warmth you never felt and sad that after all these years, you only felt this kind of feeling now. after you cried out loud, you gathered some courage to grab a drink from the kitchen and sipped your water, and you finally slept at 1 am.

you didn't do much in the next few days by playing in your garden, and you saw seonghwa, who jogged in front of your house. he often talked to you or came into your home to try some cookies. there was nothing weird about that, although there were a few times that seonghwa flirted with you. yunho didn't know about this, but he was suspicious about you and seonghwa because he came to the bakery more often than most.

seonghwa hoped he could become a regular there, but he had this pride and held that higher than himself. he hated to admit this, but he didn't want to see yunho. you didn't know what happened, but you tried to understand. regardless, sometimes when he came to your home, he complimented your garden, and he helped you move your plants to redecorate them until the day of the housewarming party that you and yunho had planned. that day, seonghwa jogged in front of your house, and you decided to invite him to try your cookies.

seonghwa tried the cookies, he bit the cookie, and cookie crumbs splattered on his lips. you bit your lips, and you grabbed tissues to wipe his lips, but he wiped his lips with his thumb, "your cookies taste sweeter than usual, and it's tastier, " he claimed while licking his thumb while you were staring at his tongue swirling around his thumb. "you should try your cookies, " he wanted to shove the cookies inside your mouth, but you bit your lips, "do you think so? " you asked. seonghwa hummed, "yeah, " he said. you opened your mouth and gestured for him to feed you. he gave the cookie to you while his thumb that he had licked before swept your lips.

it was your hormones that took control of you. seonghwa smirked that signaled you to eat it. you bit the cookie while your lips accidentally, softly, sucked his thumb. you didn't know that you turned him on, and his wicked mind pushed his thumb further into your mouth. his gaze, which you used to look at with subtle warmth, turned into darkness. something clouded his mind, something he wanted to do. he looked at your eyes while sucking his thumb faintly. he scoffed and came closer to your face. you felt his breath gushing on your face.

seonghwa's other hand squeezed your hip and trapped you between the wall. he licked his lips, and he brushed his wet thumbs on your lips to wetted them, and he kissed you. he wrecked your lips with his kiss and bit them. he fought your tongue inside your lips and deepened his kiss. he clenched your chin to pull you closer to him. the hand that squeezed your hip roamed to your lower stomach. he felt the tip of your panty through the clothing of your shorts. you gripped his clothes, and he pulled out from the kiss. he exhaled his breath and looked at your shorts; then he stared at you.

you bit your lips and mustered up your courage to peck his lips. seonghwa gasped, and he scoffed. he kissed you again because he knew that you wanted more. he pulled out and nibbled your neck while his hand rubbed your pussy gently. he felt your pussy start to wet his hand. he pushed his finger in while his thumb kneaded your clit through the clothing that blocked his touch. you were vulnerable while he rubbed your pussy and how he nibbled your neck. you whimpered when he tried to pull your shorts until you heard the bell. seonghwa halted his moves, and you rushed to the door.

seonghwa silently sneered and felt proud to see your necks. you bit your lips when you saw yunho in front of the door. he came earlier when it was supposed to be at 11 am. yunho was taken aback by the view of your neck, but he decided not to discuss this. "hi, (y/n), i brought the food for the housewarming, " he said. you looked delighted, "it smells great, yunho, thank you, " you puppy-eyed him, and he caressed your head. "your welcome, sweetie, " yunho smiled, "can i come in? " he asked. "sure, " you smiled.

seonghwa was inside, "hey, i didn't know you had a housewarming party, " seonghwa pouted while he squinted his eyes at yunho. "you can come too, " you giggled. you tried your best not to make yunho suspicious about your sins with seonghwa. seonghwa hummed, "yeah, i'll come back later after i take a shower, " seonghwa added. "oh, hi, seonghwa, " yunho interrupted. seonghwa smirked at yunho, "see you later, (y/n), " seonghwa said while walking out and curling up your hair, closing the door.

yunho didn't want to ruin the mood, "does he come here often? " he asked casually. "yeah, he lived near here, " you answered. yunho gasped, remembering that seonghwa had moved around this neighborhood after his fight at their shared apartment. "oh, i see, " yunho brought down to earth. you thought being close to seonghwa could help yunho and seonghwa to reconcile, but it seems like that won't happen anytime soon. you prepared the table and everything for today's housewarming party. "i think it's all set now, " you mumbled. "i think so, " yunho answered.

"could you be a dear and wait for me to shower? " you shyly asked, "i haven't showered, " you added while giggling. yunho laughed at you, "sure, " yunho chuckled. you went into your room to take a shower. he wasn't expecting anything, but he was a bit upset that he assumed you did something with seonghwa, although he had warned you not to. his heart sank in, but he tried to look at the positive side because he knew the story of your family through the days you had spent with him at the bakery.

he didn't put any pity on you, but he felt he needed to be there like the good friend he is. the housewarming party was good, except for the tension between yunho and seonghwa. yeosang and wooyoung submissively became bystanders because they didn't want to further cloud the pressure. they knew yunho wasn't the type to be angry unprovoked, but they knew what happened after the fight between yunho and seonghwa.

yeosang and wooyoung knew that they misunderstood each other. they knew that the night yunho saw his ex straddling seonghwa in a bathroom during a party was partially his ex's fault. she lied to seonghwa that she had broken up with yunho. they did have a break because yunho was exhausted from his work-college balance and his girlfriend was mad about everything and jealous about everything. during the break, she hooked up with seonghwa because she tried to manipulate yunho to be jealous of her and tried to get back together. yeosang and wooyoung knew about this; they had witnessed everything.

yunho was mindlessly mad, and anger filled his soul. he was furious and didn't care. seonghwa, who felt like yunho's ex manipulated him and had been mistreated, finally punched yunho during their argument at their apartment. until a final agreement, seonghwa blasted the door and left yunho. seonghwa didn't even bring his things; first hand, he didn't have much, but at the end of the day, yunho sent his stuff when seonghwa contacted him for the last time. that's the dark history of their friendship.

that's why yunho hated seeing you with seonghwa. because after their fight, seonghwa was the one who always had some flings with others because he didn't think having a relationship was worth it. he didn't want any insecurities. shouldn't the ones who are in a relationship trust each other? he questioned everything in that. after yunho labeled him as someone who stole others' girlfriends, he became like that. he wanted to prove to yunho that he wasn't the only one to blame. he tried to show yunho that his ex had turned him into this mess because he thought someone finally loved him the way seonghwa was, as troubled as he was.

he believed in love. he believed in everything about love theory because of her. yunho's ex made him think that he deserved the love, but it turned out that he was ruining his best friend's relationship. one, he was sad enough to lose his best friend. two, the love he thought existed turned out wasn't. he toyed with people's hearts because he knew he could. he knew because human nature to their lover was as low as pity and lustful desire for love. he used that to manipulate girls.

until further than later, he found you. his next target. he decided to play, especially when he knew yunho was your friend. be it his ego, be it his pride, be it his need to prove himself to yunho, be it everything that he had to make sure people knew he wasn't like that, but this was something for yunho to notice later. something for yunho to see how it feels to be at your lowest point in life.

the housewarming party came to an end. seonghwa barely touched you that day, but you were flattered by him. everyone went home until seonghwa, yunho, and you were left alone. you were washing the dishes while yunho was drying the plates with wipers; you whispered to yunho, "do we have a shift tomorrow? " you asked. "i think we have one in the morning, " yunho answered. "don't you think you have to be back? " you asked. "it's okay, " yunho chuckled. you smiled back at him.

seonghwa watched both of you having cute banter, the banter he couldn't have. seonghwa scratched his neck, "uhh, (y/n), i think i'm going now. thank you, though, " he interrupted you two. he walked towards the sink and stood behind you, pulling himself closer to your ear, "unless, " he said a tad louder to be heard by yunho, and much to his surprise, yunho was bothered by it. seonghwa smirked at him and pecked your ears. seonghwa walked out of the house while hinting to yunho that he had lost the game.

yunho, the jealous man he is, "did he just, " he halted his words, "i told you (y/n), people did; why'd you have to do something with him, " yunho added. "it's okay, yunho, don't worry, " you pouted. "he's nice to me, and i don't think anything wrong will happen because i'm strong, and you know me, " you smiled. yunho wasn't sure about that, but he was overprotective after he knew your story. yunho wasn't sure if he was just overprotective or jealous, but after how he reacted to seonghwa, seonghwa knew he was jealous.

"okay, call me anytime he hurts you, " yunho said. "sure. he won't hurt me; maybe it's all rumors, you know. he's not as bad as you guys talked about him, " you boldly said. "please, " yunho rolled his eyes jokingly. yunho knew you were already head over heels for him.

everything was complicated—yunho's relationship with you, his relationship with seonghwa, and stuff but the three of you will sort this out later. later, after the three of you know how suffering it could be, how you become the end of their miserable fight.

the following day, after you finished your shift, you went back home. you haven't seen seonghwa, so you walk home with your head hanging loosely around your neck. you overlooked the shadow that hovered over you, causing you to bump into that shadow. there you saw seonghwa standing by your fence, "hi, (y/n), " he said. you gasped subtly, "hi, seonghwa, " you replied. questions filled your brain. "can we talk inside? " seonghwa asked. you nodded and walked inside your house with him.

"i think you should know why yunho and i are on bad terms, " seonghwa hesitantly said. he explained the truth that he didn't know anything, how he was the victim of yunho's ex, and how people would believe yunho instead of him blatantly because seonghwa didn't have anyone behind his back. seonghwa only had yunho at that time, his one and only childhood friend. seonghwa was barely noticeable; he was yunho's shadow. people thought seonghwa probably stole yunho's ex because he was jealous of him, but no.

it was yunho's ex. people should blame her instead of him. people should know that she lied to seonghwa. people should know that this was because she needed to get yunho's attention. she did get the attention she wanted, only to have yunho break up with her and ruin his friendship. blood was supposed to be thicker than water, but no, because yunho was blind by the anger issues inside him. yunho didn't see the set-up his ex made.

you nodded as seonghwa was finishing his side of the story. "it's okay; you can talk to me if you need someone to lend you an ear, " you smiled because you know how it feels to have no one on your side when you need them the most. seonghwa pulled himself closer to you, "thank you, (y/n), " he said. there you go, your heart thumped like the beat of a drum; you bet seonghwa could hear this too. you hummed at him coyly while he gaped at your eyes. he grasped your waist, "shall we continue? " he asked. you looked at him, full of questions, "continue the thing that got interrupted by yunho, " he added while he rubbed your waist.

you bit your lips and wanted to admit one thing shyly, "i'm nervous, " you said, "i never did this, actually, " you whispered. "oh, shoot, you're a virgin? " he gasped. you bit your lips and avoided his gaze. "do you still want to do this? " seonghwa asked, and you nodded. seonghwa exhaled, "if you're uncomfortable with it, tell me, okay, " he added. you looked at him and nodded. seonghwa smiled and plopped you down onto his lap. you accidentally felt his cock tenting up through his pants. he tugged you closer and kissed your lips. you wrapped your arms around his neck to make the kiss deeper while seonghwa caressed your back with his hands.

he pulled out from the kiss to nibble your neck and to redden the hickey from yesterday. you moaned softly into his ears. he bit your neck, sucked them, and kissed them. he traced your shoulder with a peppering kiss. you tugged his shirt, and he smirked while licking your neck. he tugged your shirt off and unclasped your bra. you coyly looked at him, "don't worry, babe, " he smiled and proceeded to peck your chest. you felt some tingle in your body, and how feathered kisses from seonghwa made you whimper again.

his hands toyed with your nipples, and he could feel your nipples harden in his touch. he pinched your nipples, "seonghwa, " you bit your lips. he smirked and licked your nipple while your tongue twirled your nipple. you unintentionally grind yourself to his body on top of his cock. he groaned and gruffed his breath, "fuck, " he scoffed. he bit your nipple harshly and squeezed your boobs firmly. he grabbed both of your thighs and carried you to your room. he plopped you down onto your bed and pulled down your shorts.

you licked your lips while seonghwa undressed you. you locked your eyes on his lips, and seonghwa crawled back to your lips and kissed them softly while his finger was toying with your pussy. you buckled up your pussy at his finger when he pushed inside his two fingers. you whined because, for some reason, it sent you to heaven. it felt like an electrifying course racing to your body. "(y/n), are you okay? " seonghwa asked. you nodded, "yes, please, seonghwa, more, " you said while grinding on his fingers. seonghwa smirked, "as you wish, angel, " he came closer to your pussy and pecked your pussy.

seonghwa licked your clit and sucked them. his fingers thrust in and out while his tongue swirled around your clit, making you let out a sound of an erratic noise. "seonghwa, " you moaned. you tried to play with your breast and rub your nipple, but seonghwa, with his other hand, halted your hand from doing that. you whimpered because you wanted to do that; you needed to relieve the pain in your nipple. seonghwa pulled his mouth off your pussy and started to suck your nipple while his finger kept playing with your pussy. your pussy clenched his finger, and you were close. "seonghwa, please, i'm close, " you pleaded. "you can come, babe, " he thrust your pussy faster, and your whimpered sign it all. you came on his finger. your mind went hazy, and you saw stars.

you snapped back from your mind and looked at seonghwa, who jerked himself with his hand covered with your cum. you crawled to him, standing at the edge of the bed, and tugged his hand. you pecked his hand while on your four. seonghwa didn't want to make you suck his cock because he knew it was your first time, but the pain in your pussy needed to be relieved. your lewd appearance made his cock react to you. seonghwa caressed your hair before pulling them to suck his cock. you squeezed his balls while sucking his cock deep down to your throat. you felt your mouth complete and started to play with his cock with your tongue. you swirled his cock with your tongue, and you tried to use your teeth but barely even touched his cock, making him groan in pleasure.

you satisfied seonghwa's needs because he kept moaning your name on his breath. he pulled your hair closer, and you started to twirl your hand on his cock. you sucked them and felt his cock twitch in your mouth. "i'm close, " seonghwa said. he tried to pull his cock off, but you held him in. you choked on his cock and signaled seonghwa that it was okay to cum in your mouth. "(y/n), i'm going to come, " he said. you jerked his cock with your hand, and he came inside your mouth. you licked his cock, sucked them one more time, and swallowed his cum while licking the remaining cum on your hand. he squinted his eyes at you and pushed you down to the bed.

your eyes pleaded for more, "seonghwa, please, " you whined. seonghwa hummed, "why, babel? " he asked, "do you feel any pain? " he rubbed your lips with his thumb slowly. you nodded, "please, " you begged while tugging his hand to rub your pussy. seonghwa knew that you wanted something filled inside you; you wanted to be whole with his cock inside you. "i'm sorry, babe, but i don't think you're ready, " he said, "i like to do it raw, " he added while peppering your neck with kisses. "it's okay; i'm on pills, " you begged. "please, " you whined while rubbing his shoulder. seonghwa looked at you, and he saw the view of your body, making him reconsider his decision. "are you sure? " he asked. you nodded, "yes, " you exclaimed. "but it'll hurt, " he added, "please, this pain probably hurt more than that, " you begged.

seonghwa finally agreed, "tell me when it hurts, " he said. you said yes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. he placed his hand under your lips and told you to spit, and you spat. he wetted his cock before slowly thrusting it in. you whined and moaned his name out loud. "are you okay? " he asked. "i am, " you said while signaling him to continue. he rubbed his cock to your pussy and pushed them in. you let out a steamy moan and bit your lips while clenching his shoulder, making your nails dig his skin.

he groaned in your ears and nibbled them softly—seonghwa's other handheld himself by withstanding on the bed frame while the other squeezed your waist. your lower stomach felt so full yet so content. you could feel his cock hitting your spot softly, "seonghwa, " you moaned. "what is it, babe? " seonghwa asked. "f-faster, " you screeched. you let a breathy exhale that he could feel touched his skin, and he started to thrust faster. your moan was getting more audible. seonghwa, with his raspy voice, grumbled your name over and over. your hand trailed to his hair and grabbed them firmly. he fastened his grip on your waist and switched with him.

your hands roamed his chest and withheld them. you rode his cock steadily while moaning for his name. you swayed your pussy, making his cock twitch inside you. he tightened the grip on your hip and helped you to thrust faster. you got sloppier, "seonghwa, i wanted to come, " you whined. while you whimpered on top of him, he was close to coming. "you can come, (y/n), " he said. with a few more thrusts, you came and tried to plop to his chest, but he held you a minute longer. "babe, " he moaned. you felt your pussy clench his cock one last time before he came. he groaned your name, and you could feel his cock hitting your spot while spurting his cum inside you. both of you and him felt the contentment that both of you desired. you didn't know this was the gate of betrayal and disappointment.

seonghwa took excellent aftercare of you. he cleaned your pussy that glistened with yours and his cum, and led you to the toilet, "pee, " he demanded. "uhh, " you shyly peed in front of him. he chuckled, "good girl, " he patted your head. seonghwa carried you back to the bed. he placed your head on his bare chest and cuddled you to sleep, and rubbed your back gently. you fell asleep while you heard his heartbeat.

you woke up knowing that he had left your bed. you took a shower and ate breakfast because you had a day off today. you were trying not to be bothered by that. you grabbed your tote bag, and you wore your comfy shirts. you walked out of your house and locked the door. you saw seonghwa walking towards your fence. "seonghwa, " you said. seonghwa gasped, "i thought you were still sleeping. i went out to bring this, " seonghwa added while handing out a paper bag filled with cheese muffins with egg. you giggled softly, "i have eaten my breakfast, " you said softly, "but i think i can eat it for lunch, " you added with a smile.

it felt like a step closer to knowing about seonghwa, but that one step only made you walk down the same path like a looping road. that day, you spent it merrily with seonghwa. not just that day, but every day, he made you feel like you were the only girl he loved. yunho watched you make his heart sink and tried to warn you but failed. seonghwa treated you nicely, making you forget how you should be aware of this. it would be best if you were on your guard before this.

it wasn't any rare occasion you fucked with seonghwa. it was pleasurable. it was always the night you didn't want to end, but indeed, everything needs to end. after a month passed, you decided to go out to eat at a diner. you walked across some aisle, and you heard a sound. you listened to a familiar voice, with a woman trapped between his body and the wall. "so, you're not going to end the relationship with her? " the woman asked. seonghwa groped her ass, "nah, maybe later. yunho needs to see it anyway, " seonghwa chuckled. you gasped and bumped a soda can on the ground. seonghwa looked at you while you were in tears. you were ready to run.

you ran as fast as you could. you didn't want seonghwa to catch up with you, but you were bold to think that seonghwa was going to chase you; instead, he stood there and continued his make-out session with another girl. you ran with tears streaming down your face. you wept your eyes and rubbed them with your sleeves. you locked yourself up in your apartment. you tried not to break down because of this because you should've known when yunho had warned you. you should've known when there was a sign you were not allowed to be closer to him.

you were crumbling in your apartment room, desperate for love; you know people can't afford to spend on you. you know that love is an illusion that deceives you in the form of seonghwa. he deluded your mind. you were sobbing out your soul because you thought seonghwa gave you a genuine love that your family didn't even give you. you cried out loud and crumpled your body in front of your door. you started to feel your heart going numb, and finally, you fell asleep. the following day, you didn't come to work because you were not that confident to show yunho your puffy eyes. you didn't even take care of your garden. you didn't come to work for the next three days. you went awol. you were that sad because the pain you felt was dreadful enough to make you break down every day.

on the fourth day, yunho was worried because you didn't reply to any of his messages and come to work. he decided to pay some visits after his shifts ended. he had texted you that he had arrived at your home, but you didn't even open your phone. you didn't want to talk with anyone. he kept ringing your doorbell, and you finally walked out in pajamas and puffy eyes. "oh my god, (y/n), " yunho gasped. he wrapped you in his arms. he didn't even dare to say i told you so. he stood there and soothed you. he tried to make you match his breath pace. you only stopped crying a few minutes earlier and sobbed again in his hug. you loved this warm feeling, but you're being cautious with the person who's been friendly since day one.

you felt like yunho is genuinely care for you. yunho cares for you; he thought it was customary to watch for people like this because he didn't notice his feeling that he loved you. it felt like, as a friend, he had failed you. it took a toll on his heart. you looked like someone gullible because of seonghwa, but yunho didn't even judge you for that. therefore, for the next few months, you spend your time with yunho, but why does it feels like you're stuck? why does it feels like you're on a deja vu? to get one step closer to a person, and that only walked you back 100 steps further from them.

yunho had feelings for you after all these months.

yunho liked you.

yunho loved you.

yunho cherished you.

he had realized this after the night you and he went to a club and partied together. you were drunk. he walked you back home; he cuddled you to sleep. you mumbled in your sleep that you liked him, but he halted your words because he wanted to hear them when you were sober. he did come the next few days. he came to confess. knowing how your experience had failed you, you didn't know what to say. you don't want to expect him to give you the love you need, as in any romantic relationship. seonghwa left your heart broken into pieces. yunho had tried to mend down the shattered pieces but look at him now.

you hate to admit this, but you're not ready for yunho. the heartbreak you're going to experience meant to occur is the main factor. you didn't prepare yourself for this, but deep in your heart, you want him. if you didn't want him, why did you drunkenly confess to him?

"yunho, i'm sorry, but being a friend was not that bad, " you lowly said. "i don't think dating you was the answer, " you added. yunho halted his voice, "so, last night was a lie? or you're only giving me false hope? " he sneered. "it's not like that, " you explained, "i'm, " you went silent. "you're what? " yunho confronted you. you kept the words inside your mind. you wanted him, but you're much a coward. you didn't want to lose him because if you were meant to be like that with him and had a fight, you would probably lose your one and only friend. yunho didn't see this point of view because, again, he was upset.

yunho's thoughts clouded with anger, and he acted recklessly. "i think we should be friends because a friend doesn't break up even if they fight over something, " you sternly said. yunho scoffed, "we're not going to be like that, " he frustratedly said. you sighed, "it will, yunho, it will, " you repeated. yunho sighed, "no, you lied. just say that you haven't moved on from seonghwa, " he mindlessly said. he walked out and slammed your door. yunho regretted this. if he could hold his anger and think straight, he wouldn't be in mayhem in his room, knowing he broke his promise not to leave you alone.

well, that's what happens when anger fills your mind when someone rejects you, or that's what happens when you're in denial of your feelings.

fortunately, you accepted him. although you're not ready, you know yunho is the right one for you. you know how safe it is to be on yunho's side, and because of you, yunho managed to know that there's a way to solve anything without getting on their nerves and causing anger.

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hi guys, i think will post two aus this week for spooktober special! wml <3

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yunshoto · 2 years

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baby's daddy

word count: 10.7k

genre: fluff, smut, a little bit of angst

mingi x reader x yeosang

summary: hooking up with your coworker gives you pleasure and satisfaction, but he can't afford what you need. you want someone who could fuck the life out of you, but what if it's your boss, not your coworker?

today is the day you've waited to come. yes, you're going to have a job. finally, right. you never felt so happy, especially since you got this job you wanted as a high schooler. be it as an intern, you finally got a job as a fashion stylist intern.

you want to be an analyst to know what to expect from the next trend. you want to know what people need and like, what they want in their life. you're working as a fashion stylist in a vintage boutique called eglantine, which means a briar rose or sweetbrier.

the boutique is inspired by the movie of aurora when she fell asleep with a rose in her hands; a rose in her hands called the briar rose. it symbolizes that you're wounded. wounded by this harsh world felt like a small cut from a rose's thorns but hurt like misery.

eglantine will be your safe place from the world. where's there nothing wrong with wearing clothes that you like as long as it makes you happy? people seek many things in fashion, such as a new you, a unique appearance, trying to seduce one of your crushes, or having nice clothes that make you happy and boost your confidence.

you can't wait to come to the boutique and start your first day. you have prepared your new hairpin and cute chunky ankle boots. you'll be wearing soft and fuzzy purple cardigans. you squealed in a gleeful mood and went to bed early. you don't want to be late on the first day.

the next day

"okay, you can do this, (y/n), " you said in the mirror. you prepped everything, styled your hair, and put some of the cute lip tints. "look at you; you've come so far. good luck, love, " you said to boost yourself.

you went out of the bedroom and grabbed your purse and your phone. you took a deep breath and opened your apartment door. you can do this; you must. you walked down the street, passing two street lamps, just two blocks away from your apartment; you were, arriving at the boutique.

you entered the boutique and met with a pair of eyes. no one came this early except you. "oh, we haven't opened, miss, " he said. you shook your head slightly, "no, i'm an intern here, " you replied. he hummed lightly and smiled at you. "i see. could you help me choose something here? you're the fashion stylist, right? " he asked.

you nodded and came closer to him, "is it for a

preschooler? or an elementary schooler? " you asked. "she's still a preschooler, but she'll graduate tomorrow to enter elementary school, " he said. "okay, she might like this pink dress with these lacy socks and these cute flat shoes with flower petals on their straps, " you suggested.

he chuckled, "i think my kid will like this, thank you, " he said. he went to the cashier and paid for the clothes and tipped you a dollar. "oh, no, please, " you refused the tip. "nah, it's okay, thank you anyway, " he replied and left the boutique.

right before he left, a fashion stylist team leader bowed to him, and you could hear a subtle whisper saying they're sorry for my action, and you heard him reply slightly, saying he's okay with it and you did an excellent job. he waved at your coworker and left.

"you're the intern. please don't do anything stupid when the boss is here, " she, the fashion stylist team leader, said. you gasped, "i'm sorry. i should've known any better, " you confessed. you thought he would fire you because of this, and you're only on the first day on the verge of crying.

"don't worry much; i think he's not that bothered or dislikes you; ignore her, " someone whispered from behind. you looked back and read his nametag, "yeosang, " you unconsciously said. "yes, hi, my name is yeosang, and i'm a junior stylist, " he giggled softly. "h-hi, i'm (y/n), an intern, " you replied. he grinned at you softly, "just ignore her; she's always that mean with someone new, " he added.

he guided you to the nearest table display, "you're going to be here, stationed here, but you should back everyone up if they need any assistance, " he gently said. you smiled at him and nodded your head. "thank you, " you added with a smile.

there's a flickering motion inside you. something faint, but you know it was there. it was a brief moment, but it felt like a span of your life had passed. he's attentive; that's what you can assure as one of his personalities. the way he didn't hesitate to pick the best of all for his daughter.

you admired him; you do. it's a shame when you know that he had a child; probably, he had a wife too. you don't resent him or anything; you feel you're late for something. it would be best if you weren't mad about this; you hardly know him. right?

but, no, you felt somehow defeated. "(y/n), there's a customer, " yeosang signed you. you snapped from your daydream. "well, this way, miss, " you gestured. yeosang came with you to help you out.

you're still recalling your boss. his deep husky voice was tender and kind, soft, and it didn't even match his buffed figure. you could imagine his toned abs, slender waist, and broad chest. you snapped again; you shouldn't be doing this. it would be best if you focused on building your career path.

it was almost 5 pm, time to close, but someone came in a hurry looking for an outfit for a date. she requested something elegant and poise; it could be a dress but a dress that shaped her figure well. while trying the clothes on, you remember that there's a dress and simply one left.

you're picking smaller-sized clothes for your customer in the stockroom. you heard a faint of someone nagging on the phone. "you fuck off; you're not going to see her anytime soon; you didn't even care for her. you ran away with your motherfucking bastard, " he shrieked.

you gasped and bumped into one of the shelves behind you. immediately after that, the one on the phone came for the source of the sound. trim to your knowledge; it was your boss. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to bother you, " you quickly picked up the dress and ran out.

he pulled your hand and whispered to your ear, "keep it shut, or else, " he gruffed. he walked away first, and you stared blankly at him. you're taken aback by his attitude from this morning and just a few minutes ago.

you went out with the dress and a pair of smiles on your lips. well, the customer was satisfied, and she put a tip in the tip jar. "(y/n), could you help me tidy up this table? " yeosang asked. "sure, " you said. after a couple of minutes, you heard a tumbling sound outside the boutique.

"so much on the first day, " you whined lowly and barely heard by anyone. yeosang chuckled, "everyone's first day always has something awful, " he said. you giggled, "maybe i'm just being unlucky, that's all, " you tried to convince yourself. yeosang looked at you softly, "i think you are, " he laughed teasingly.

"i think i'm going to stay here until the rain subsides, " you sighed. "you didn't bring any umbrella? " yeosang asked. "sadly, no, " you retorted. he pouted, and he pitied you. "i'm sorry, but i can't accompany you. someone already picked me up, " he pointed at the front door.

"no, it's okay. is it your date? " you asked. "maybe? something like that, " he chuckled. "you could finish the rest, right? " he asked. you nodded slowly and smiled at him. "okay then, see you tomorrow, (y/n), " he waved at you.

you sighed and packed your things up. you locked the boutique door and sat on the bench in front of the boutique, waiting for the rain to stop. you pull out your notebook and sketch what's in front of you. a pleasant view of a once shining city turned into a gloomy one merely by rain.

there's a patisserie in front of the boutique. you saw someone serving a croissant and the other eating a baguette. you're wondering if one day you could eat your lunch there.

*blink blink*

someone dimmed the light at you; you looked at them slowly because of the blinding light. "i'm sorry for earlier; i think i left my house key inside. could you open the door for me? " it's your boss. you huffed lowly and opened the door. he quickly ran inside, and after a second, he was back.

"thank you, " he said. "no worry, " you replied. "do you need any ride home? it would take a while for the rain to stop, " he added. you shyly admit that his voice is something. it calmed you down. "no, it's okay. i don't want to bother you, " you replied.

"where did you live? " he asked. "somewhere two blocks from here, " you answered. "well, we're going in the same direction. are you sure you didn't need any ride home? " he added. you shook your head and gestured for him to enter the car. "i insisted, you know, " your boss is trying to repent from how harshly he talked to you earlier.

you thought about it for a while, "o-okay, " you stuttered. "but keep it quiet; my daughter is in there sleeping, " he added. you motioned your hand to lock your mouth with an invisible key. now, you have sealed your mouth. you sat in the front seat, and his daughter was in the backseat hugging her doll named selkie.

it's fun knowing you're on a ride with him, but you don't recall he mentioned his name to you. you knew the director's name was mr. song, but what song? you don't have the guts to ask him. your eyes roamed his face, "what? " he asked. "nothing, " you lied. "you're the only one who heard about that call, you know, " he recalled.

"what do you mean? " you asked. "well, i have divorced sibyl's mom. she, " he hesitated. "she left us because she never wanted any baby and had an affair with one of his college friends, " he added. you nodded and hummed quietly. you don't want to be rude by overstepping his boundaries.

"please don't tell anyone, people know i'm married and have a child, but they didn't know we divorced, " he extended. "i won't tell anyone, " you whispered. "i can trust you, " he chuckled. "papa, are we home yet? " sibyl rubbed her eyes.

"not yet, sweetie, " he said. "who's the one next to you, papa? is it my new babysitter? " she asked. "no, honey. she's papa's colleague, " he added. sibyl pouted and let out a huff. "i guess my only friend is selkie, " she mumbled.

you giggled silently. "okay, mr. song, here's my stop right after the second red light, " you said. the car stopped in front of your apartment entrance. "thank you, mr. song, " "no, please, mingi. we're not that many years apart, " he added. "okay, thank you, mingi, " you smiled. he smiled back at you while you left the car.

it was pretty bad for the first day, but you managed to pass through another tough one. you took a shower and a warm bath with some lavender bath bombs to reward yourself. your boss's name is mingi. he's tall, has a tiny waist, and has broad shoulders. it's attractive.

knowing he doesn't have any wife makes your sick mind what to be his. it's not wrong when he's single, right? it's terrible when he's someone's husband. he seems friendly and attentive, and a family person, that's something important that you shouldn't miss.

you didn't have a chance to see his daughter's face, but from her voice, she sounded soft and lovely. you bet she's tender, like her father. your phone chimed twice. it woke you up from your thoughts. you wrapped yourself in a bathrobe, picked up your phone, and saw someone had invited you to a group. it turns out it's a group for fashion stylists workers only, fashion stylists with the team leader, and a group for all the workers in the boutique.

two of the groups only talked about work the first time and went quiet after. but in the other group, people were talking about the company outing. you were reading about where it will take place. they were expecting it like it was a high school field trip.

yeosang messaged you; he asked if he could sit next to you during the trip, and you answered with a simple yes. the outing will be for four days; it's on friday. you're excited enough because you know it's only your first day, and you're going on a company outing.

you walked to eglantine earlier than yesterday. you want to set up the place before anyone arrives. well, you want to impress your team leader, of course. you unlocked the door, set up the display, cleaned the table, counted the money in the cashier, and sprayed some air freshener.

you had finished all the tasks above, and right after that, yeosang came with two cups of latte in his hands. "good morning, (y/n), " he said. you looked at him coyly, "good morning, yeosang, " you replied.

"here's a latte for you; i'm sorry for leaving you early yesterday, " he said. he handed over the latte, and you thanked him. "no worry, i'm not mad, " you claimed. you smiled at him subtly. his cheeks blushed for no reason. "so, how's your date yesterday? " you bluntly asked.

the date is what you assumed, but the truth is, it's just a confirmation for him to end everything with his ex. people may ask why he broke up with her; well, it's because of her toxic traits. she manipulated him to do all the things he wanted. he's fed up and has already been asking for a breakup for months, only ending it officially yesterday when she asked him to return all the things she bought for him. petty, isn't it?

yeosang is hesitant to answer, but his smiles explain it all. "oh, no, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to be rude, " you clarified. "no, it's okay. i'm through with her, " he added. "well, i want to try this patisserie in front of our boutique. do you want to eat it with me? " you offered. "sure, " he smiled at you.

mingi came to the boutique and went straight to his office. his expression shows something has annoyed him. you didn't want to be a pushover, so you allowed that to happen. yeosang nudged your hand, "look, there's a vip customer, " he muttered. you looked at the entrance; a lady wore a soft beige coat to cover her pink pastel mini dress and ankle black heels.

she looked stunning, that's what you thought. she smirked at you and went straight to mingi's office. you finally noticed that it was his ex-wife. you could hear mingi sobbing, and the lady was yelling. "when she's here, better do anything she said; if not, you're going to be fired, " yeosang mumbled.

you looked at him confused, "why so? " you asked. "besides the part of being mingi's ex-wife, she's one of our connections to get us private customers or anyone who wants to invest in this boutique, " yeosang added. "the thing is, this boutique was opened and built by mingi. she didn't do anything except fund it, " he explained.

yeosang explains for further knowledge, they didn't want to end anything about this boutique. first, she gained profit from this as a substitute for spousal support. second, mingi makes his own money with a steady job in his safe bubble to provide her with spousal support. third, mingi can keep his daughter with him.

you nod in as a confirmation you understood what he just explained. yeosang glanced at you all smiley; you have that kind of aura that attracts people; well, you draw him in. he took your hands in him, "(y/n) your hands are cold, " he said. he tried to snap away from his mind thinking about dating you after breaking up.

sick mind thinking about dating after breaking up, not even for a month. yeosang sighed, "i wonder if the air conditioner was too cold, " he asked. you giggled lightly, "no, maybe i'm nervous, " you said. "still frightened coming to work? " he asked.

you shook your head, "no, it's not like that, " you pouted. "i just thought if i didn't make any mistake like yesterday, probably they'll offer me a full-time job here, " you added. "you know, being full-time here was not that difficult. people make mistakes once or twice, and you'll still be able to work here. it's okay, chill, " yeosang chuckled.

a tiny smile appears in your mouth. mingi's ex-wife ran out of the office, a tense meeting with her fierce eyes. you exhale gradually, relieved that she had left, but mingi called you in. you don't know why, but yeosang ushered you in.

you walked inside the office slowly and took a tiny step. your thoughts ran wild, thinking mingi would vent to you. closing the door slowly, "may i help you? " you asked. "you see, my daughter's graduation is today, not yesterday, but i can't come for personal reasons, of course. could you come instead of me? " he asked.

you looked at him with a big question mark appearing on your forehead. "yes? " you questioned. "please? " mingi begged, "i'll pay back everything she asks you, " mingi pleaded. you looked at him, reluctant, because why did he tell you to do so? but for the sake of the money.

you waited in front of sibyl's pre-school; her teacher was outside holding her hand. you walked over slowly, "hi, mingi, send me to pick her up, " you replied. "are you my new nanny? " sibyl asked. you gasped and shook your head. you gave her a bouquet of hand-sized flowers, "congratulations on your graduation, princess, " you smiled.

she giggled and coyly played with her feet, "thank you, " she blushed. "thank you, miss, " you said to her teacher and took her hands in yours. you hummed lowly, "what do you want for your graduation present? " you asked.

you looked at her deeply; she had her mother's features. her nose, but you know, her eyes are probably mingi's. slanted and filled with warm feelings, her voices are middle range, but she's exceptionally soft-spoken.

"i think i want to eat some cake, " she exclaimed. well, it's 2 pm at noon, so one cake as lunch dessert won't hurt. you abruptly remembered your promise to treat yeosang to lunch. you texted him; you told him that maybe you'd treat him to dinner.

you walked to the nearest cake shop and ordered some vanilla cheesecake and two drinks for both of you. you cut the cake into smaller pieces. you fed it to sibyl's mouth, and she did her tiny dance. you giggled, looking at her in her most excellent mood.

"nanny, who are you? " suddenly she asked. you looked at her confused but finally understood. "oh, i'm your papa's worker at his boutique. i'm (y/n), " you added. "can i call you nana instead of nanny? " she asked. "i don't want to call you my nanny because you're not my nanny, " she added. "i didn't look like a nanny? why so? " you asked.

"nanny would nag me if i ask for a cake, and nana looks too pretty to be a nanny, " she pouted. you cackled lowly, "sure, sibyl, " you smiled. never in a million nights had you imagined someone saying you're pretty. "nana, you reminded me of cinderella's godmother, " sibyl claimed.

you looked confused, tilting your head to the side, and there you saw cake crumbs near her cheeks. "why did you think so? " you asked. "because nana looks so magical, " she shyly winked at you. you choked on your saliva. "thank you, sibyl, but i think you're the most beautiful here. do you know why? " you asked.

sibyl shook her head, "just like this delicate cake, you're just as sweet, " you pinched her cheek lightly. she shyly smiled at you and twirled her fingers. she has this strained cute type, tsundere type. mingi chimed your phone, telling you to take her back to the office.

"looks like your papa misses you, " you took and toted her in your arms. the walk was a tad far, but it didn't feel something like that. it's fun because sibyl told a story about their camping trip last month. "fun camping with papa, but papa had to leave early because of work, " sibyl pouted.

you knocked on the door to mingi's office, "you may come in, " mingi yelled. "papa, " sibyl exclaimed with much contentment inside her. "ah, my little princess, " mingi stood up while sibyl ran into him; he hugged her and pecked her cheek. "papa is so proud of our sibyl, " he claimed. "yes, yes, papa, i'm an elementary now, " she excitedly said.

"yes, i know, you grew up so fast, " mingi pouted. "it feels like just yesterday i changed your diapers, " he added. you silently walked out and marched to yeosang's counter, which was next to yours. "hi, i'm sorry, " you silently tapped his shoulder. "nah, you shouldn't; you could buy me something else during the trip, " yeosang giggled.

"you're not coming for dinner? " you asked hurriedly because deep down in your mind, you wanted him to come. "i'm coming, but i don't think there's any diner open for tonight, " he explained. "oh, why? " you asked. "you didn't watch the news? " he tilted his head with one frowned eyebrow. "no, why? " you asked again.

"there's this local gathering for every shop owner here in town. i think they want to discuss catching some shoplifters that people hadn't seen and about some fake reviewers putting on some hair or any disgusting thing to get a refund or free food, " yeosang explained.

"that's horrible, " you claimed. well, yes, it is. that's why it's a common thing to have a gathering between shop owners to talk about these issues. it usually takes place once at the end of a month, but this month, they decided to have it in the middle of it. of course, mingi is going to be there.

"that's why we can't have dinner today, " yeosang chuckled. "well, we can if you cook me some, " he added. you nervously laughed, "i can't cook anything besides curry fried rice, " you pouted. "i happened to be fond of curry, " he excused. you giggled and shook your head, "well, okay, you can come to my house, " you approved.

you finished the job and had a small talk on the way to your home. you opened your apartment and let yeosang in. you led him to the kitchen stool and told him to sit there. "wait here; if you want to pee, the bathroom is over there. i'm going to change first, " you said.

you entered your room, locked the door, and changed into a purple shirt and matching shorts. you walked out, "okay, do you like your curry spicy, mild, or normal? " you asked. "uh, i like it spicy, very spicy, " he giggled. you nodded and pulled the premade seasoning and spices. you were cooking just fine.

yeosang was watching you behind the kitchen bar, hands on top of the bar, and tried to constraint his hip to the stool. it's in his wild ways of thinking. he saw your shorts barely covering your ass to your thigh. he tried his best not to make his male testosterone deal with some unwanted acts.

his hands were sweaty, but he managed to let them down. you had this small talk again with yeosang; it felt comfortable talking to him. like you have known him for a long time. you sound so lewd to him, like you were asking him for something to be done here and then.

he stood up and walked to you. he trapped you between his body on your kitchen counter beside the stove with his arms. you gasped, and you felt something hard brushing your ass. "don't, " he said. you inhaled and held your breath. his breath wafted over your ears and neck; it was there brushing your skin.

"i'm just curious about this curry we're going to eat. i just want to take a look, " he said. "i think the view itself is delicious, and i can't wait to eat it, " he replied. you could feel his knees pressing down on your ass near your entrance. you tried to contain this within you; maybe, he's just messing with you.

"it's delicious, " he said while his lips were skimming your ear. you didn't know what he implied it to be. finally, he went back to the stool, and he smiled at you while you glanced back at him. you have these cold sweats running from your temple. you managed to finish the food quickly.

maybe it's a wrong idea to bring him here, but it's not bad because your womanhood may want some too. no one ever touched you with a lustful mind. you handed him his curry fried rice, and you ate yours, "enjoy the food, " you said. "i will, " he said gleefully.

with your hands on the table, while mixing your food on your plate, he saw. he saw how your boobs were clutching the table. he let out a breathy air, "it's tiny, cute, " he mumbled while distracting his eyes. you didn't notice how your boobs clutched, impacting one of your nipples slipped out.

it's visible to him how tiny it is, like a choco-chip on top of an ice cream cone. there was a thunder thumping outside your apartment room, "i think it's going to rain any time soon, " you said. yeosang nodded his head, "did you bring your umbrella? " you asked. he shook his head, "can i stay until the rain stops? " yeosang said.

you nodded and shrugged your shoulders, "i mean, yeah, you didn't bring any umbrella, so, " you said. the curry spilled all over your shirt, and you went right away to the sink to clean it. you heard the thumping of the thunder again, and it made your body jolt out, causing some water to squirt on your shirt.

"are you okay? " yeosang asked. "yeah, it's fine, " you lied. you pulled your clothes so they wouldn't stick to your bra and made them visible to yeosang. "i'm sorry, but i need to change again, " you chuckled. you walked towards your room before yeosang pulled you back. "no, you don't, i don't mind, " he said.

you saw his eyes filled with something passionate; it pulled you closer to him. "if you want this to stop, say it, " he licked his lips. he pulled himself tighter to you, his hand tapping your lower stomach and pulling your shorts and snapping them to your softer abdomen skin. of course, it hurts. you moaned uncharacteristically.

he traveled down his hands toward your thighs, caressed them softly, and squeezed them like it was the most springy thigh he had ever touched. it was fluttering, and you squirmed your thighs in his touch. he pulled one of your legs to his hip and trailed his finger closer to your vagina, which hid behind your shorts and panty.

he rubbed them with his fingers, twirled his thumb, and pushed a finger in to tease your opening. "yeosang, " you moaned. he licked your lips and bit them harshly. "i could do more if you want to, " he said. you bit your lower lip, closed your eyes, and held your breath while his finger twirled to enter your vagina, only to be stopped by your shorts.

"yeosang, i want it, " you whispered. "i can't hear you, you know, " he replied. "i want more, yeosang, " you whimpered. yeosang smirked at you; he pulled his tie, "if you want it, you don't have to see it, " he grinned. he closed your eyes with his tie and pulled your other leg to his hip. he kneaded your ass, and he told you to hop onto him.

he pressed your body against the wall, kissed your lips, and played with your tongue. on some occasions, he bit your lips and licked your neck. he peppered your neck with more biting, kissing, and hickeys. it was red, and it looked like someone had tried to eat you alive. you don't know what you're into, but you enjoy this pleasure like ecstasy running to your pulse.

"yeosang, " you moaned. "yes, princess, " he gruffly said between eating your neck. "i want you, " you pressed your chest to him with, of course, your slipped nipple still out because of your obliviousness, who didn't even try to slide it back into your bra. his core was reacting to that.

with your eyes blindfolded, he carried you to the sofa while kissing your jaw and licking it. he plopped you down and cupped your cheek. "(y/n), i can't hold myself back. i don't know if you're really up for this because i'm not that vanilla when it comes to this, " he said.

"yeosang, i can handle this, please, " you argued. your body whipped against him, and you tugged his shirt to pull him closer to you. yeosang let out a breathy sigh, "tell me if you're hurting or uncomfortable with it, " he whispered. you nodded, and he sat you up to undress you. he pulled over your shirt, revealing your cute bra with one slipped nipple.

he came closer to you and started kissing your neck. he bit them slowly and marked them. he didn't come to play; he came to eat you. he licked that slipped nipple before unclasping your bra and throwing them under the table. he switched, so he sat on the sofa while you sat on top of him, straining your hands on your back.

you straddled on top of his lap while he left lots of kiss marks on your chest, and it was there; it had a purplish color that you needed to cover the next day. you grind your ass while he sucks your nipple and pinches the others with his other hand. he twisted your nipples with his hand and his tongue.

he squeezed it hard like a toy he should grope. his tongue played your nipple like your breast was ready to be milked out by his mouth. you held on to his shoulder and grasped them. you don't know where you hold anymore. "yeosang, " you moaned. he gruffed his breath and pushed you to the ground.

he pulled out his twitching cock that was on your ass a few seconds ago, and he pulled your hair towards it. "open your mouth, princess, " he ordered. you opened your mouth slowly, and you could feel something was entering your mouth. something hard, and it's big enough to make you choke.

you had noticed that it was his cock, "imagine this as your favorite juice pops, " he said. you nodded and started to shove his cock in your mouth. he pulled your hair and bucked his hip into your mouth. you placed your hand on his balls and squeezed them lightly, and your other hands helped you to suck his cock.

he moaned all you needed to hear to make your pussy go crazy. yes, you are wet. you already felt it dripping from your pussy to your thigh. you bobbed your head to swallow his cock and deepen it into your throat. his cock was twitching while you curled your tongue over them.

"shit, (y/n), " he groaned. he pushed you off and slammed your body to the couch. you bit your lips with some disappointment hanging over your mouth. you were this close to tasting his cum, swallowing them, and of course, devouring them.

yeosang pressed his fingers against your pussy, "well, look who's wet down here, " he smirked. "i haven't done anything, yet your pussy already has this desire for me to relieve its needs, " he added. you clenched your couch handrest because you were squirming under his touch. he pulled your shorts and panty down, revealing your wet pussy was in a distressed mess.

"tell me if you want it to stop, " he said. you nodded, "yes, yes, yes, now, please, " you whined. he smirked and pulled his head closer to your pussy. he licked your clitoris while his finger was teasing it. he sucked it lightly at first because he noticed that your pussy was soft to ease the pain of his finger entering your pussy.

you moaned while your pussy twitched at the same time. yeosang smiled while still licking your clit. he twirled his finger inside you after his second and third fingers snuck in your pussy. you bucked your hips against his mouth, and you were trembling. he knew you were about to come, and that's why he pulled away ever so quickly.

"nuh-uh, not now, princess, " he grinned. you bit your lips, "please, let me, " you whined. "you can't come until i say so, " he replied. you have noticed that this is his habit. he has this sick kink of edging. he didn't even bother to deny it.

he pecked your neck and kissed your lips. he fought your tongue and toyed with them. he squeezed and kneaded your ass one more time before he thrust his cock slowly but steadily inside you. "yeosang, " you called out his name.

"remember to tell me, (y/n), " yeosang reminded you again. you nodded, and he thrust his cock deeper. you moaned; he hit your spot. he begins to move faster while holding onto your hips. you, on the other hand, were grasping his back and leaving minor yet visible scratches on it.

he thrust into you harder, making your body quiver. your legs have given up on you, and now you're just holding onto him. he kissed you again, but his thrust was getting sloppy. he's about to come. you helped him by bucking your hips to him and fastening the pace. after a few thrusts, "yeosang, please, " you begged because you knew you were about to come.

with some thrust in, "yes, you may, princess, " he allowed you to come. you moaned loudly when your cum spread over his cock, and he pulled out his cock off your pussy. "do you want to taste some of this? " he lewdly asked. you nodded, "open your mouth, " he said. you opened your mouth, and he thrust his cock inside it.

his cock twitched inside your mouth; he came inside your mouth. you were never the type to spit because you're a nasty bitch; of course, you swallowed them. he was surprised by his concern. he laid down on the floor for a minute, then went to the kitchen to grab some paper towels. he came back and cleaned your pussy and your mouth.

he carried you to your bedroom while you were still in your hazy state. you have dazed because lust has taken over your body. yeosang plopped you down on your bed. you tugged his hand, "stay, " you said. he chuckled, "i want to pee, " he said. you giggled and hushed him. he went back after he peed and laid down next to you.

you crawled into his hug and curled up against his chest. he wrapped his arms around you, cuddled you, and caressed your hair. your sweat glistened on your temple, and he pecked them away. you fell asleep next to his chest, like his heartbeat was a lullaby, and he slept an hour later after he hummed you a song to soothe you from the pleasure.

the next day came so fast; you got up first. you had noticed yeosang was still sleeping soundly. you covered your body with your bathrobe and went to the kitchen with untouched curry fried rice. sure, you guys didn't bother to eat that. you threw them away and made a toast instead. you took a shower first, and you went back to your bedroom to wake yeosang up.

"hey, i think we should head back to work, " you patted his hand slowly. he rubbed his eyes, "already? " he questioned. you hummed while nodding at him, "breakfast at the counter, okay, " you said. he got up and took a shower, and he dressed up in yesterday's outfit.

"you're not going to change your clothes? " you asked him while walking to the boutique. "nah, it'll take too long, and we're going to be late then, " he chuckled. you giggled, "true, " you replied. he opened the door for you, and you chuckled while you entered the boutique. "thank you, " you said. "no worry, " he replied.

it has been a few days since the intercourse. you and yeosang would glance at each other and make out once in the storage room. when you're with him, pleasure is all that you want. you're not sure you like him or want him the other way around. however, he wanted you, but he wanted you as an escape from his ex.

as that feeling resurfaces, you need some affirmation about this feeling until yeosang talks about it first. on the day you made out with him, you had this talk with him at your apartment. "(y/n), " he called. "yeah, " you answered. "promise me that you won't be mad for this, " he begged.

"sure, what is it all about? " you asked. "i just want to make sure about this. i'm still figuring out about my ex and stuff. it would be sickening to start something new while i'm still weeping at my ex, " yeosang explained. weirdly, you're not sad when you hear him say that. "it's okay; it's not that we're having this as a relationship, " you chuckled.

"i mean, you gave me a pleasurable night once. it doesn't mean we're dating, boohoo, " you said. "yeah, true, " he admitted. "how about this, you come when i need someone to ease the pain, and i'll come when you need it too, " you suggested. "as a fuck buddy, you mean? " he asked. "yeah, something like that, " you coyly confessed. "hmm, sure, " yeosang said.

mingi was jealous when he accidentally saw you in the storage room. he wanted to check the new collection for eglantine, but instead, he saw you make out with yeosang. he felt a crack in his heart, but little did he know. you have loved him since the day you first met him.

he didn't know that even though you had fun with yeosang, it was only for fun, that was for contentment. sadly enough, mingi won't notice this any earlier.

the day of the outing finally came. mingi brought his daughter and her nanny because he couldn't just leave his princess alone. he and sibyl sat in front of the bus while you and yeosang sat a few seats back. yeosang sneakily trailed his hands to your thigh. he squeezed it lightly. you moaned quietly at his touch.

"yeosang, " you whined. "hmm, " he smirked. he grabbed your hand and pecked your palm. you giggled, and he placed his head on your shoulder. "hey, not in here; people will notice, " you claimed. "so what? " he snickered. "no, but, " you groped his crotch and squeezed them slowly.

you heard yeosang groan against his breath, but it did nothing to stop you. you chuckled when you felt his cock harden. "now, let's have a quiet ride, " you giggled. he smirked, "you might want to stop this if you don't want any punishment, " he said. "we're not going to be there, " you giggled. you flirted with yeosang, and he did the same.

it wasn't that far until you guys reached the destination. it was near the countryside, a remote village. you had arrived at noon, and you could feel how tranquil it was. you logged into your lodge, one worker per room. it's not that big but suits one person.

the lodging was adequate. it was like two housings merged into one. there's a garden path connecting the two. it could fit all eglantine workers, but honestly, the workers weren't that many. more like 50 people or less. on the first day, they planned to have a barbecue party.

you decided to wear something cute, wearing a mini dress with a loose string on your shoulder. mingi was setting up the grill, and sibyl was sleeping in her nanny's room. you haven't seen yeosang ever since you parted to unpack. everything in this barbecue party probably included drinks, lots, and lots of liquor. well, head on, you're the best at it.

"let's make a toast for eglantine, " mingi said. you cheered, "i'm sorry, i'm late, " yeosang came from behind you and grasped your waist. "hey, " you sipped down your drink. mingi was watching you two exchanging words to words. there was a sinking feeling inside of him.

you saw mingi staring at you, and you winked at him. you whispered something to yeosang, and he giggled with you. you tried to tempt mingi by pulling yourself against yeosang closer and grinding your body towards him. "you know, you're striving to seduce someone, aren't you, " yeosang asked.

you jumped out, "it's mingi, right? " yeosang chuckled. "shut up, " you bit your lips. yeosang grasped your pussy lightly. you moaned silently, "stop, " you whined. "you know, you could come to me if he didn't satisfy any of your needs, " yeosang whispered. you stood up, and yeosang squeezed your ass before you walked toward mingi.

you grabbed the bottle of wine in front of mingi and poured some into your glass. "i think i like my drink sweet, thank you, boss," you were chugging from your glass. mingi strained the pent-up need in his pants. you giggled and went back to yeosang, and he pulled you into his lap.

mingi snickered, and he scoffed at you. he had this evil, conniving plan. mingi's grin convinced yeosang that he was the sign that he was ready to fuck you up. the night was getting late, and the fireworks were shooting up in the skies, lighting the sky. there's when people are too distracted by it.

mingi grabbed your hand and pulled you into his arms. he carried you on his shoulder to the garden behind the lodging. he pushed you to the wall and skimmed your body with his hand through your dress's material. you could feel his breath fanning over your skin, and you tried to hold out your whimper.

you knew from the smell of his breath he was drunk. you don't want to take advantage of this even though it satisfies you. you need him to crave for you when he's sane and in his right mind. you caressed his cheek, "i think you're drunk, " you whispered. "you know, we could do this another time when you genuinely want me, " you said.

you pushed him over and walked back to the lodging, only to meet yeosang returning from the party. "leaving so early, " he smirked at you. "oh, shut it, " you giggled. "anyway, i'm going to sleep; i don't want my face to be bloated, " you jokingly said. "as you wish, princess, " he pulled your arms and led you to his room. "i mean in my room, " you said before entering.

"no, your room is too far and on the second floor, " he said. "i'm drunk and don't want to carry you there; the stairs are way too much, " he said. "fair point, " you hummed. you walked into his room, and you took in the view in it. it was tidy and clean, but you had no choice but to be trapped in this room until the following day.

yeosang pushed you to his bed, "you should be careful, you know, " he warned. "i had to jerk myself off because of what you did on the bus, " he added. you gulped down your saliva, "oh, so you're scared now? " he scoffed. "sure, you are; let this be your lesson not to tempt me, " yeosang pulled down your panty, "i'm going to make sure you won't be able to walk tomorrow, " he pecked your pussy.

he ate you up to the point you could feel you're dried, and your legs were trembling. your lewd moan makes him turn into some beast that devours their prey to their very last bone. this session lasted for an hour, him eating your pussy. it's true; the next day, you wake early to return to your room. yeosang laughed and helped you out. some coworkers asked, but you said you and yeosang were jogging too far.

yeosang plopped you down on your bed and pecked your temple, "i'm sorry about last night, but it was tasty, " he said. you hummed, "i think there's a sense of relief down there, " you chuckled. "hmm, it sure does, " he said. "well, get ready or something because there's something we could do in the noon, " yeosang added.

reasonably, the noon was great. yeosang took you to a lovely eatery to have brunch and returned to your room because he couldn't hold himself up. series of your cum and his cum mixed on the bed sheets. he never did come inside you; disappointing, isn't it? but you know, he couldn't make you feel full even if his cock was inside you. he can't make you scream and beg for more than your ability to handle.

he is skilled, but he's not something you craved. he's not something you want to devour like it was your last dessert. the engulfing feeling of something was not there to appear, but hey, it was nice to have someone to let the relief out. he wiped your pussy neatly and plopped down beside you. you two cuddled up until both of you fell asleep.

mingi was busy playing with sibyl, but he did notice that he hadn't seen the two of you since brunch. he was a bit confused from last night because he partially remembered some of the things. he did remember pulling you to the garden, but he didn't remember anything after that. he tried to, but he couldn't remember what came after he teased you. nevertheless, it's his homework to do fast before he loses his chance.

the following day was the last day of the outing. you were too tired, yes tired, because yeosang didn't even leave a second to rest. he dried the fuck out of you. so you decided to sleep on the bus on the way back home. this outing was nasty; you thought inside your mind that it consumed your dreams. all the things you did with yeosang played in your dreams but with mingi.

this outing made you want to know what mingi would taste, though you really can't do this at the boutique. you were sure that mingi had kept checking tabs on you ever since the outing. he often called you to his office and held you there without saying anything while he did the paperwork. you were allowed to leave the office if he signed his paperwork.

while you kept up at your counter, he would come by and smirk at you. because he knew, behind those counters, yeosang was squeezing your butt. no one would know this because you and yeosang are on the same counter. mingi might be jealous, but that was yeosang's idea to help you. in that case, mingi wants you more than he could imagine.

he kept jerking his cock off once in a while in his office or imagining you railed him. nasty thought but needed. he planned a throughout idea so that he could fuck the out of you when his house is empty. he wanted you to taste his toys. he wanted you to know that you made his mind go crazy. he schemed that the nanny would take sibyl to a camp with her friends.

this plan took a month to perfect, but he knew it was worth it.

mingi asked you to come to his house because he wanted your opinion about redecorating sibyl's room. "oh my, i would be honored to do such a job, " you excitedly claimed. you almost jumped but in tiny. mingi hummed because he finally got you. he didn't want to waste any time. "great, see you on saturday, " he said.

mingi promised to pick you up from your house at 9 am. you woke up at 7 am and got ready until 8:55 am. you wore some short pleated skirts with a baggy shirt with its ends tucked into your skirts. you saw mingi's car from afar; well, you noticed because you've been there once.

"hi, " he greeted you from his car window. "hi, " you replied while pulling his car door to sit on the passenger seat next to him. "you look nice today, " he said. you blushed and shyly thanked him. you told him that he looked nice too. how could you not? when he dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt buttoned. not fully buttoned, much to your dismay, because you need to hold yourself together.

you can't peek through the unbuttoned, but mingi made this challenging. he kept stirring the wheel while changing the gear, making that shirt disarray. you could see his skin and his chest. you have this figured. from his body line, you could see how buffed that body is, sturdy chest and plump lap. you could ride him in a comfortable thigh of his. the veins on his hands made you wonder if he'll be able to choke you with those.

"(y/n), staring is rude, " he chuckled. you averted his glanced and looked out the view from the window. you missed the way mingi stared back at your neck. he vividly remembered when you came to work with yeosang; he saw a purplish mark on your skin. he knew someone must've eaten you up. he wanted to have a glimpse of you if he could be the other one to eat you out.

he wanted to see what your body, something you hide from the clothing you wore. still, he wanted to know if you're up doing something kinky with him. never mind, it wasn't something he should be bothered about when he invited to come and redecorate his daughter's room. he didn't mean anything else to happen; he swore.

you had arrived at mingi's house. it's spacious, and you could see the garden he had. he's old money. "come in, (y/n), " he said. you entered his house, "hello, " you greeted. he giggled, "no one's home, (y/n), " he said. you looked confused, "huh? " you questioned. "yeah, sibyl had this camp with her nanny. the only people here were the maid and nanny, me, and sibyl, for now, " he added.

he led you to sibyl's room. it was nice and looked cozy. you hummed, "well, this room needs some lighting; it's a tad darker than usual, " you said. "true, maybe that's why she's always sleepy when playing in her room, " mingi added. you added some other remarks about the room while mingi noted it down. "you know, your taste was not bad, " he said. you chuckled, "nah, it's a girls' thing, " you jokingly said.

"okay, " he giggled. his charming smile and gentle gesture made you ponder; he must be this perfect, or he had one of the sinister alter egos. the talk about the room continued until it was suddenly late evening. "i'm sorry to keep you this long, " mingi said. "no, it's okay. she's a princess, must get her the best, " you replied. "well, wanna eat something for dinner? " he asked. "no, it's okay. i'm going back anyway, "

"what a drag. come on, it's my treat to you for helping me out, " mingi pouted. he persuasively asks you to stay until dinner, and he convinces you. somehow, you're not surprised. because if you were him, you would've noticed how hard it was to contain the tension. a slight of brushed hands with each other, and accidentally grind your ass against the door rail when you bent down to pick up the pen mingi dropped on purpose, unaware that you were stepping on his foot. did you turn him on unwillingly or willingly? no one knows. but mingi pent those up inside of him.

while having dinner with him, you talked about the office and how grateful you are to be accepted there. you're not trying to lick his ass so he could promote you, but you're genuinely thankful. he watched you rambling things while his nasty mind imagined your voice as you moaned against his ear. how lewd and erratic you sounded when you whined, "i think sibyl is going to like the room, " you said. he snapped from it, and an awkward smile appeared on his face.

the weather wasn't that hot, and it was supposed to be cold and icy autumn. you didn't know what to do or expect from this desirable form of mingi seated beside you during dinner. you know his pants tented up. you know his mind probably has these racing thoughts of nasty things. you had finished your food and were going to wash your hands but turned the wrong side of the water.

heated water splashed around your hand, and it was hot, but rather than a scream, you, unaware, moaned lowly to your breath. mingi pretended not to hear any of that, but he was sure that any given chance he had, he'd eat you. "are you okay? " he asked. "oh, yeah, yeah, i'm okay, " you replied. you didn't know the impact of your moan to him, erected him.

mingi grabbed the ice from the refrigerator to cool down your hands while you were still washing your hands with normal water. you turned around and bumped into mingi's chest. mingi looked down at you with a dark gaze lingering in your eyes. his breath is gliding over your face. he placed your hand on the counter with his, "look, it's not okay, " he scoffed.

you huffed a breathy air making your chest pump, and he could feel it brush against his. he bit the ice cubes from the bowl he had held his ice on. he pulled himself closer to you; he clenched your jaw to open your mouth with force. he placed the ice between your teeth and pushed it deeper with his tongue. you felt the ice sending some sensual tingle in your body.

he exhaled against you, and he slowly came closer to lick the ice while his knees were toying with your thigh to spread it open. your pussy was starting to wet, and you were ready to push him, but you wanted to explore everything about him. "tell me you want more; that'll do the job, " he whispered. your breath was uncontrollably ragged.

"i, " you stuttered. "i, what? " "i want more, " you quickly mumbled.

he scoffed, and he kissed you with the ice to spice it up. he took your lips in his, tonguing your mouth, and rubbed his knee towards your pussy. as the kiss went deeper, his knee pressed harder on your pussy. he bit your tongue and licked your lips. you moaned his name while he rubbed your pussy with his knee vigorously. your whimpering was evident to him.

one thing you learn from yeosang, he won't let you come until he allows you to. so, maybe, you need to tell, mingi before you came, "mingi, i think i'm going to come, " your pussy twitched on his knee. "oh, did yeosang teach you this? " he asked. your whimpering was getting shakier, "m-mhm, " you replied. mingi's smile was getting more sinister. he rubbed your pussy faster until you couldn't handle it. you bit your lips and tried to hold your breath, but all that effort won't stop you from coming.

your shaky leg, uncharacteristically breathing, and twitching inside your pussy was the sign you were close. "mingi, please, i'm close, " you begged. he shook his head, "so? " he smirked. "do you think i would let you? fuck, no, " he snapped, but he continued rubbing your pussy. well, you came without his permission. "oh, you dare? yeosang must've gone too soft with you, " he sneered.

your spine chilled when you heard mingi says that. "you can have that with yeosang, but not with me. i'm not your soft something you had your dream on, " he said. "look at you, i haven't done anything besides rubbing your pussy, " he added. you know it's the truth, but you want something to fill you in. you want something to hit your spot hard and make you tremble, begging him to stop. "i want more, please, " you pleaded.

he smirked and pulled your hands into his playroom. toys you haven't even tried even once in your life were filling his playroom. "just tell me if you want it to stop, " he muttered. "yes, master, " you said. "hmm, someone smart teaches you well, i suggest, " he said. you gasped at how quickly you adapted to it. well, it's in you, you know. you looked up about that. you wanted that, and you craved that, and how your experience with yeosang was a clear sign that you needed this. how yeosang treated you with aftercare, you are pleased.

mingi told you to strip down your clothes and call him when you have finished. you did, and he returned to tie your hair into a ponytail. he pulled you to a standing mirror at the corner of the room, "you need to know how you look when you're high, " he grinned. he picked the ice cube from the bowl on his nightstand. he stood behind you and trailed down the ice from your neck to your nipple and ended up on your pussy. "hold it there; don't drop it, " he mumbled to your ear.

"master, " you moaned because it was making your pussy clench. he nibbled your earlobe while licking it with ice in his mouth. he saw your mouth agape, mouthing a silent moan. his hand circled your nipples, squeezed your boobs, and pinched the tip of the nipple firmly. his low voice turns you on and on. your wet pussy was seeping through the ice. "master, please, " you moaned.

he shook his head, "not yet, baby girl, " he smirked. you hazily want to close your eyes because the pleasure from the ice on your pussy is spinning your head. before you could even do that, mingi smacked your ass, causing your body to jolt. your legs were trembling, and luckily, the hot heat around your pussy melted down the ice.

mingi noticed that, and he plopped the ice from his mouth to yours. he bent down to toy your clit with his finger, and he sleds over your legs to face you while he sat down on the floor, and you're there standing with legs that are ready to give up on you. he bit your clit lightly and sucked them while twirling your clit with his tongue. you wanted to touch your hardened nipples, but you're hanging onto mingi's hair because you can't stand it anymore.

he ate you, "master, i'm close, " you said. he's good with his tongue and making you come twice in only 30 minutes. "you can come, cupcake, " he said, and there you come. there, in his mouth. this liquid exchange couldn't be nastier, but it could. he kept your cum in his mouth, only to make a way to your mouth and alter your cum into your mouth while he kissed you and fought your tongue for dominance. "you should know how savory you are, so swallow it, " he demanded.

you swallowed your cum and went for his lips to kiss him, but he crashed your first. he bit your lips and went for your jaw. you weren't closing your eyes because watching this particularly erotic scene made your pussy twitch. he marked your neck, leaving purplish hickeys throughout your body. he ate you. he wanted to engulf you like the demon devours every human soul.

he pushed you down to his cock, "try mine, " he said. without any hesitation, you spat on your hand and started to knead his balls, and licked his cock. you sucked his tip, slowly pushing his cock down to your throat. you bobbed your head while he pressed your head so his cock could penetrate your throat. you looked at his eyes coyly while giving him a blow job, almost choked, but you enjoyed it. you loved how big, thick, and quickly twitched his cock was.

"(y/n), " he groaned. you pulled your mouth off his dick and gave him the most incredible hand job possible. "it's okay, master, come in my mouth, " you sucked his tip to tease him. not long after, he came inside your mouth. a mouthful cum filled your mouth. you swallowed them without him asking. you licked his balls before he held your hand and led them to his shoulder. you gripped his shoulder firmly.

he placed both of your legs on his hip; his fingers were playing with your clit while his other hand put his cock slowly to your entering. you pushed your vagina deeper into his cock, "master, " you felt his big cock inside your core. he thrust in slowly into you. he groaned and supported your hip to move faster. his dick was about to come again until he pulled them off. he grabbed the leather belt and tied your hand to a pole.

he bent you down, and you knew, "master, please spread your cum inside me, " you begged. "you gotta work for it, babe, " he replied. he pushed his cock again inside your pussy from the back. this time, the thrusts were getting faster and harsher. your pussy was witching hard, so you decided to move your hip along with his.

you managed to catch up with his rhyme. "master, " you moaned. he knew you were about to come, "it's okay, baby girl, you can come, " and your cum spread over his cock. he thrust harder, "i'm close too, " he said. "come inside me, master. fill me up with your juices, " you whined.

there, you felt something warm filling your vagina and making you whole. mingi untied the belt, "are you up for another session? " he asked. "hmm, master, i'm ready, " you said. right after, he handcuffed you with his favorite leather handcuff to his bed frame. he crawled onto the bed and pulled your pussy closer to his face. he sucked your pussy and bit your clit softly. you didn't count how many times you came, but he did that to ensure you couldn't walk the next day.

you huffed an airy breath, and he did the same while lying beside you. "i'm sorry, i went too hard, " he said. you looked at him, "no, you're not. it was great, " you shyly claimed. "well, if you want to have another one, we could do that if you uncuffed my hand, " you giggled. he gasped, "sorry, baby, " he chuckled. he unlocked the handcuff and pulled you closer to him. "we need to clean you up, " he claimed.

he carried you to the bathroom and put you in the bathtub. he filled the bathtub with water while he picked the shampoo and soap. well, after that uncountable session you did, your body was full of sweat and sticky. he cleaned you up, brushed your back, and washed your hair. he dressed you in his clothes and pants, of course, no underwear. who would want to wear their wet underwear dirty? no one.

it was 3 in the morning, and you noticed how long your sessions took with him. he cuddled you up in his arms, "mingi, " you mumbled. he pecked your temple and kneaded your breast. "let's talk about it tomorrow, hm, " he said. he pulled your shirt up and started to suck your nipples. "i wanted to milk you out until you're left powerless, " he whispered. "no, i just want to say i love this, " you chuckled. he bit your nipple firmly, "i do, too, " he smiled. you squirmed into his arms and nestled into his hug—what a great night!

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yunshoto · 2 years

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∿ ˖ ⊹ on that night

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yeosang

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san

∿ ˖ ⊹ on that night

mingi

∿ ˖ ⊹ baby's daddy

wooyoung

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yunshoto · 2 years

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on that night

word count: 8k

genre: fluff, smut

seonghwa x reader x san

summary: what happens when you're joining a party, and drinks make you drunk? does it drive you crazy? or it leads you to the most pleasurable night you could imagine.

*ding dong*

someone rang your doorbell in the morning. they rang it once, twice, and that's it, you're through. you know from the intervals of the ringing bell that it must've been wooyoung. your intrusive best friend, wooyoung, wakes you up in the morning. why would he do that? if it's something stupid, you're going to ban him from your apartment, you thought.

"(y/n), open your fucking door, " he shouted.

"what the fuck does he want? " you mumbled while grabbing your key to unlock your door.

he should've known that you were staying up late last night for your project. finally, your door is open. you weren't smiling nor greeting him politely. "what do you want, woo? " you asked him with your disheveled appearance.

"you're going to thank me for this. professor joe changed his tomorrow's afternoon class into this afternoon, " he said. your eyes snapped at him.

"what time is it now? " you asked him. "9 am. you're not going to thank me? " he asked. "duh, yes, thank you, woo, " you ran to your room to take a quick shower.

at first, you despised wooyoung so much that you could pull his hair apart. sometimes he would hug you, or other times, he would kiss your cheeks. people think you're dating him. he once told you that that's his love language. well, you're okay with it, and you didn't care at first. until one day, the one and only day, the day choi san arrived at your college. it all started on the day of this new semester.

the day of this new semester

it's the first day of college, and you're late. let's blame last night's party. you thought, as soon as you're a college student, you should know your drinking tolerance. it was fine when you're with beer.

until some girls at the party recommended you a cocktail, fireball, it's what they said. you really like its flavor. it's sweet yet quite spicy with their whiskey spice. after your third glass with fireballs, it finally hit you. the alcohol hits your brain, and finally, you're tipsy.

your head was spinning then. you managed to leave the party early because you're so fucking dizzy, and you don't want to vomit there.

you managed to walk yourself up to the street to grab some uber. well, you were walking fine until your stomach felt like going to throw up anytime soon. you were searching for the nearest trash can, but you weren't looking straight.

your stomach felt a tension inside. you want to vomit. you grabbed something sturdy in front of you. that's when you can't take it. you vomited then and there. "what the actual fuck is this? " a low, deep, and husky voice heard by you.

you looked up to search for the voice. there's a dim light shining through that person's face, but you're sure that it's a guy. "mind your hand, " he said. "huh? what do you mea-, " you vomited again, and this time it's on his shirt.

"first on my shoes, now on my shirt. great, " he snarked. you grabbed a couple of wet tissues inside your purse and wiped your mouth.

"i'm so so sorry, " you begged. you're unaware of what you're currently doing. being so innocent, like a kitten, cleaning themselves messily. that kind of look is doing something for him. between wanting to help you and covering his blushes, he chose the latter. "now, why did you put your hand on my shirt? " he finally asked.

you were so busy cleaning yourself that you didn't quite understand what did he just say. you looked at him blankly, confused about his words. his face is covered by the dim light of the moon. you're sure that his features are sharp, much to your liking.

"did staring at someone instead of answering them, is some kind of a new trend now? " he snapped.

"oh, no. i'm sorry. what did you just ask? " you asked him again. he let out a deep sigh and asked again. "omg, i thought you were a street pole. i'm sorry, " you said.

"you know, this is the first time i drink something like fireballs, " you claimed. he chuckled and looked at you. it is clear as a crystal that you're drunk. he assumed your friend had left you for being drunk too soon. you didn't even remember you ordered any uber.

"where's your friend? " he asked. you shrugged it off. you didn't know where wooyoung whereabouts because he said he was hanging out with his other best friend. your phone vibrated at the right time.

the uber driver had called you, indicating that he had arrived. "well, i'm sorry for your shirt. can i have your number? " you asked. he eyed you weirdly. "no, it's not that i'm doing it to flirt with you. so you could tell me about the cleaning fee for your shirt, " you said.

"oh, don't fret about it, " he smirked. you nodded at him and smiled. "okay, then. i'll get going now. i'm sorry again. you might treasure that shirt, right? " you rambled.

he just stood there, and he chuckled. "yeah, it's okay, " he said. you got into the car and waved bye at him.

you didn't ask the man his name, and neither he asked about yours too. he stood there, feeling a glimpse of regret in his stomach.

and you? you're too busy thinking about how embarrassing it is to vomit in front of a stranger. you were hoping you won't have to meet him, ever.

you shook your head and got a grip of your current situation. late for a class is what matters now. you shouldn't be concerned about last night.

you opened your classroom door slowly. you expected wooyoung would reserve a seat for you, but he didn't. luckily, the professor hadn't arrived yet. you glared at wooyoung and some guy beside him.

he was talking to wooyoung, and suddenly he chuckled. a small tint of dimple came across his cheek. his dimples spellbind you. you didn't notice your knees hit his chair. "oh, ms. (y/n), glad to know you're alive, " your best friend said.

you snapped yourself out from the spellbind of wooyoung's friend dimples. "good morning, woo, " you said. "morning, my eternal love, " he winked at you. you rolled your eyes at him and stared at the seat next to some guy. "oh, i'm sorry, " that some guy self-consciously tried to change his seat.

"oh, no, san. stay here. (y/n) could sit next to you, " wooyoung said while holding back san's hand. you just learned his name is san. it sounded like the word sun. warm, and it seems like he's passionate.

"really? are you okay with that, (y/n)? " he asked. "yeah, sure, " you nodded at him shyly. you took the seat beside him.

"oh, yeah. san, meet (y/n). she's my soulmate. (y/n), this is san. we just met, " wooyoung said. "hi, (y/n), what a nice name, " he smiled at you.

you couldn't resist the feeling of fluttering butterflies inside your stomach. "thanks, yours too, " you coyly tuck your hair behind your ear.

wooyoung, who witnessed this, was squinting his eyes at you. he's suspicious about the visible blush on your cheek. at the same time, the professor finally arrived. he was late due to nearby traffic.

the class started with you feeling so dizzy. hangovers finally hit you. you haven't had your breakfast because you were late. san had noticed this. he rummaged through his bag and came up with a mini choco bar. he took his post-it and wrote something. he poked your shoulder and then gave the post-it and the choco bar to you.

in the post-it, it was written with, "hey, i read something about choco bar could cure hangovers. san, "

you smiled at him and mouthed, 'thank you, ' to him.

thanking his small gesture. you opened the choco bar slowly and kept the post-it behind your phone case. wooyoung saw your pale face while sneak-eating is so cute. he chuckled and passed some candy to you.

"eat up, so you won't be sleepy, " he said.

the class is finally over. you cracked your knuckles and stretched your neck. you don't really think your not-so-appealing hair bun makes san's eyes locked on you, no.

"hey, (y/n), san and i were talking before about having lunch together. do you want to come with us? " wooyoung asked.

"s-sure, " you stammered. wooyoung hides his chuckled.

"we're going to be the best trio in this college, " wooyoung claimed and linked his arms with yours and san's.

"where we're going to eat? " you asked. "oh, it's in front of our college, though, " san replied.

"it's a cafe. san is a part-timer there, " wooyoung explained. san covered his face with his hands. "stop, this is my first day, and i'm nervous, " he said.

"no, it's okay. it's our first day at college, too, " you answered. "i mean, we could be a regular there, and of course, to support our best friend at work, " you said.

you opened the door to the cafe. san guided you and wooyoung to your table, "go sit here. i'll join you after i change into my uniforms, " he said.

"(y/n), i swear, you can't hide it from me, " Wooyoung said. "do you like san? " he asked. "babe, you can't lie to me. we've been friends since elementary, " wooyoung poked your hands. "woo, lower your voice, " you sided-eyeing him.

"i mean, yes, he's attractive. who can resist his dimples? " you said. "i don't know, woo. you know how i want a safe relationship, " you explained. "you can try that with him. he seems nice. look how smiley he is, "

"excuse me, nice and kind customers. how can i take your order? " a soft-spoken voice broke your discussion with wooyoung.

you'd noticed that it was san. his broad shoulders, small waist, and incredibly lovely smile would attract a lot of customers, especially you. his waist looked like asking you to wrap your legs on them instead of an apron.

wooyoung stepped on your feet, and you broke your thoughts off. "oh yeah, i would like a chocolate milkshake and a fettuccine alfredo, " you said. you heard wooyoung ordered his food. san repeated your orders and went back to the kitchen.

the cafe was relatively calm, although it was quite crowded. wooyoung suddenly asked you about last night because he was worried when you left his message unread.

you told him about how you vomited on someone's shirt. luckily, it was dark, and you didn't notice his face, though. if you did, you could swear under your name that you can't face that guy.

the food had arrived. you and wooyoung eat your lunch peacefully. wooyoung paid the lunch for yours and his. "thank you for coming, " san said. "actually, san, do you mind if (y/n) stays here until your shifts end? " wooyoung asked.

you glared at wooyoung and smiled awkwardly at san. "oh really? thanks, (y/n). do you want another drink? it's on me, don't worry, " he looked at you excitedly.

you nodded at him, "sure, thank you, " you went back to your seat. it turned out that san gave you a chocolate frappe and an apple pie.

san kept glancing at you while you ate your apple pie. his heart was fluttering with butterflies. he kept checking on you until his shift was over.

"hi, (y/n), sorry to keep you waiting, " san apologized after he changed his uniform. "it's okay, san, " you said. "it's kind of late. i should walk you home, " he chuckled. "where do you live? " he asked. "o-oh, i-it's a block f-fr-from here, " you stammered again.

you were so nervous beside him. "oh, me too! let's walk home together from now on, " he said. his dimples showed again, and this time they were accompanied by his eye smile. you blushed and nodded at him.

"uhm, so do you have class tomorrow? " he asked. "yeah, one in the afternoon. what about you? " you looked at him. "i think i have the class as yours, " he answered after he checked his phone.

"do you have your shift too? " you wondered. "yes, and it was after the class, " he pouted. "cheer up, san. may i know the reason why did you work? "

"i just want to fill my time by doing something instead of going to college and home, " he said. "but, what if you want to hang out with someone? " you asked. "relax, i'm only working for four days per week, " he chuckled.

you talked about a lot of things with san. the talk was light, and it was comfortable. he talked about how wooyoung forced him to sit with him. and you talked about how intrusive wooyoung is. you guys laughed about it.

you enjoyed his company, and you felt safe at night with him. you didn't know how much the talk went by during your walk, but you finally arrived at your apartment.

"this is my stop. thank you for walking me home, san, " you smiled at him. "you're welcome. goodnight, (y/n). i'll get going now, " he waved at you. you waved back and went into your room.

things escalated quickly after the day you met san. you noticed that san is an attentive person. he paid attention to every little thing you did. wooyoung knew about this, and he kept playing 'boyfriend' with you. he did that just to make sure about san's feelings.

until one day, you're so sick of his act. you asked him to come to your apartment and have a talk. you bought a box of pizza and a bunch of coke. wooyoung came around 9 pm after he finished his homework. he rang your door twice, and you let him in before he rang the bell thrice.

you turned the movie on and let the talk begin. "(y/n), chill out. i'm doing it to check if he has any feelings for you, " he pouted. "woo, i swear, he asked me about our relationship the other day, " you chewed your pizza. "isn't it a good sign? i mean, if he's not interested in you, he wouldn't be asking that, " wooyoung said.

"maybe he feels weird about us? don't you ever think about that? " you asked. "nah, i'm gay. and i think he knew we're just friends, " he said.

"remember the day when you didn't come to his cafe? " he asked. you nodded at him and asked him to proceed. "after our class ends, he told me that he needs to be at the cafe as soon as possible. so, i told him to go, " he explained.

"and, he left me alone. but that's not the point, " he said. "i was taking some walk on the street after i was bored playing some random pc game. it was around 5 pm, so i decided to greet san at his work. i ordered an americano and a cheesecake, " he continued.

"just get to the point, " you demanded.

"when i'm about to pay, i forgot that i didn't bring my wallet. i was on the verge of crying and told san that he should cancel my order. because it's embarrassing when you didn't bring your wallet, " he said.

"but? " you asked.

"but, someone from behind me said that he'll pay my bills. he asked me what did i order, and i said i ordered an americano and a cheesecake. he nodded, and he ordered the same thing too. long story short, san saw me flirting with him, " he ended his story.

"wait, you have a crush on someone? who is it? " now, you're more invested in wooyoung's love story. "yeah, " wooyoung shyly played his finger.

"what's his name? " you asked. wooyoung's eyes widened, and he looked at you with a loud gasp. "oh my fucking god, " he exclaimed.

"don't tell me you didn't ask for his name, " you warned him. "i'm so fucking stupid. i didn't ask for his name, " he covered his face.

"we only talked about casual things like hobbies and stuff. and he left early because someone called him to join a frat party, " he whined.

"you're being dumb for the first time, " you teased wooyoung. "who's wooyoung? i don't know him, " he squeezed your cushion.

"do you remember how does he look like? " you asked. "like cruella, " he said. "well, i don't remember seeing cruella around this neighborhood, " you claimed.

"i don't either. i really wish he went to our college, " he wished. the talk went on until some time after midnight. wooyoung decided to go home because he didn't bring his clothes if he chose to crash in your apartment.

you hugged him before he left your apartment. to make it up for not having a sleepover with you, he promised you he'll buy you a drink tomorrow.

you woke up early despite staying up late last night. you decided to grab some breakfast at san's cafe. well, at first, yes, because you're hungry. second, you just want to meet him during his early shift. you ordered a masala chai and a honey toast.

someone opened the cafe door, and a bunch of college students came in. you were trying to eat your toast. "as i was saying, that dumb girl vomited on my shirt. that's why i didn't come last week, " you choked on your toast.

"no, i think you're lying, hwa, " some girl beside him said. "exactly, seonghwa, " a guy said. you lowered your head, untied your hair, and let your hair down.

you gulped down as your throat felt so dry. you panicky pulled out your note and distracted yourself by writing your homework. you called wooyoung immediately.

"what? " wooyoung picked up the phone.

"woo, this was a bad idea, " you said.

"i think the guy from that night came to this cafe. what if he sees me? he's with his friends. oh my, embarrassing, " you rambled at him.

"calm the fuck down, (y/n). if he sees you, you could play dumb like you always did when you do something wrong, " wooyoung teased you.

you took a glance at them, and you bugged your eyes out. "woo, just come. you're going to regret this, " you ended your call with him. you calmly took a deep breath and sipped your tea.

you were glancing at them, and you noticed that seonghwa was the guy from that night. his voice is so similar. after some time, wooyoung texted you. he said he was near. as a good friend you are, you placed an order for him.

seonghwa and his friends sat way back in the cafe. you were sitting near the window. wooyoung saw you from outside, and he took a seat in front of you.

"why did you ask me to come? " he asked. "don't be obvious, but look around the corner on the left. i think i've spotted cruella, " you said.

wooyoung's mouth gaped. he swiftly turned his head to the corner and, boom. cruella is there, right in front of his eyes. "(y/n), i think i'm going to faint, " he said. "i know, if i were you, i'd be head over heels for him too, " you replied.

"the guy beside him is the guy from that night, " you whispered to wooyoung. "his name is seonghwa. i don't know anything about cruella's real name, but i think they called him joong, " you said.

"is there any college near here besides ours? " he asked. "i don't think so, no, " you said. "so, if they attend the same college as us, why didn't i see them at orientation? " wooyoung scratched his hair.

"hey, woo, i think they noticed us, " you whispered. "quick, hand me your notes, " he demanded. you gave him your notes and started babbling about copernicus's theory.

"i mean, yeah, theoretically speaking. earth does revolve around the sun, " you said. "i can't believe, even if we had the sun, dark matter still exists for approximately 85% of this universe, " wooyoung claimed.

someone poked wooyoung's shoulder, "didn't your parents tell you that gawking is rude? " you gasped. you nudged wooyoung's legs from under the table.

you looked at the one who came to your table, seonghwa and his friends, and you felt an immediate embarrassment. "w-what do you mean? " you nervously asked them.

"duh, dumbass, " he said. "who the fuck you just called dumbass, " wooyoung aggressively replied. "i was just checking on your split dye hair friend if he's the one who treated me the other day, " wooyoung snapped.

"oh, i'm sorry. my friend here had some temper in him. my name is hongjoong, not a split dye hair friend, " hongjoong chuckled. you just awkwardly smiled back at hongjoong.

to be frank, seonghwa wasn't mad because you were gawking at him. he's just frustrated because he never thought he'd see you here.

he never thought you attended the same college as him. seonghwa was regretting the night he didn't ask for your number. he didn't know how to play it nice, so he chose the opposite.

"oh, hi, hongjoong. it must've been nice having a tempered friend, " wooyoung said. "perhaps, it is nice, " hongjoong rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"you're supposed to be my friend, no? " seonghwa glared at hongjoong. "anyway, i haven't had any chance to pay you back. dinner on me? " wooyoung offered.

"sure. at the diner next to the college? " hongjoong asked. "great. 6 pm sharp, " wooyoung claimed. "yeah, cool. see you then, " hongjoong smiled at wooyoung.

"can't we get going, now? we're late for class, " seonghwa pushed hongjoong out. you awkwardly smiled at seonghwa and waved him goodbye.

if you weren't that blind, you would see seonghwa's cheeks. it blushed, and he made his way out hurriedly. wooyoung, who managed to see those blushes, squints his eyes towards you. "you must come with me to dinner tonight, " wooyoung forced you to come.

"you're going to make me your third-wheeler, don't you? " you asked. "no, i won't. i promise, " wooyoung pouted. "do you think they'll come? " you tried to convince wooyoung that they won't come. "nah, they'll come. don't be such a cynical, " wooyoung begged at you.

thanks to wooyoung, the diner is your destination this night. you don't want to look like you're expecting this dinner. that's why you choose to wear your floral mini-dress. it has a soft touch of purple color. you grabbed your purse, and you put your wallet in. you had texted wooyoung, "i'm on my way, "

you decided to walk there. san noticed you passing through his cafe. his shifts did end, and he was packing his stuff back into his bag. he saw your beautiful figure and decided to greet you. right after you passed his cafe's door, you felt a tap on your shoulder. "hi, (y/n), what's the occasion? " he asked. you jumped a bit because you were scared.

"omg, san, i'm about to punch you, " you said. san giggled and patted your hair. "so, what is it about? " he asked again. "oh, yeah. i'm going to grab some dinner. would you like to come, too? " you looked at him, who was walking beside you with his bag on his shoulder.

"just the two of us? " he raised his eyebrows. "nah, wooyoung and some people will be there. come on, it'll be fun! " you claimed. san nodded, "sure, " and he smiled.

you and san were walking to the diner. you were talking about your week, and he talked about how he saw you coming today but didn't get a chance to greet you. it's a bummer, but quite happy to see you there.

his hand accidentally brushed your skin. it felt soft and warm. he looked at your smile while you were talking about your day. he had this urge to kiss you, but hey, who does he think he is?

he likes you.

"sann to earth, " you said. san snapped away from his thoughts. "yes? " he coyly asked. "aren't you coming? don't leave me hanging on this door, " you whined. "i'm sorry. i just had some thoughts, " he claimed.

you haven't seen any signs of wooyoung, but you saw a familiar figure. you walked over there and tapped his shoulder. "sorry, i'm late. are you alone here? " you asked. he shrugged his shoulder. "hongjoong is in the toilet, though, " he said. he gestured his head to take a seat. you nodded at him and took the seat in front of him.

right after you've seated, your skirts went up to your thighs. san, who noticed it, quickly gave his coat to you. "here, i figure you might be uncomfortable, " he smiled. you looked at him, "thank you, " you smiled and puppy-eyed him. seonghwa frowned upon seeing you two.

he didn't know he was probably jealous. right before he could do anything further, hongjoong came. "oh, look who's here. hi, (y/n)," he said. "h-hi, " you stammered.

"i see, you've got some company, " he said whilst taking the seat next to seonghwa.

"oh, yeah. i forgot to introduce him. san, this is hongjoong and s-seonghwa, " you nervously introduced them. "guys, this is san, " you said.

"hi, i'm (y/n)'s friend. nice meeting you two, " san smiled at hongjoong and seonghwa. "likewise, " hongjoong said. "so, are you a freshman too? if so, why didn't i see you at the orientation, " san asked.

"no, we're not. we're sophomores students, " he claimed. "i see, " san replied. san was chatting with them, and you nervously pinged wooyoung's phone. seonghwa was listening to them babbling about something that involved melodramatic movies.

seonghwa had noticed your nervous breathing. he tapped the table to get your attention. "hey, are you okay? where's the other friend of yours? " he asked.

"h-he didn't pick up his phone, " you stammered. "were you always this nervous? " he was concerned. "no, i'm just worried, " you claimed. someone came from the diner's door.

seonghwa smirked at you, "i'm sorry, but i kinda overslept, " wooyoung finally came. he sat next to your left side. "oh, san, you came? " he asked. "am i not allowed to come, honey? " san pouted. "no, i thought you were working overtime, babe, " wooyoung giggled.

"so, you've found a new baby? can i still be your favorite? " you pouted at wooyoung. "no, you're still my number one, " wooyoung poked your cheeks. "good job, sweetie, " you patted his head. "okay, shall we order some food? " hongjoong interrupted.

after ordering some food, you guys gulped all of it. it was delicate. "i'm full. i think i have a food comma, " wooyoung claimed. "yeah, same here, " hongjoong said.

"anyway, thanks for the food, " seonghwa said. he didn't speak a word since wooyoung came. "yeah, sure. do you have any plan after this? " he asked. "no, not in the meantime, no. why? " hongjoong asked back.

"you see, my friend yunho is having a party nearby. do you want to come? " wooyoung offered. seonghwa was hoping that you would come. he peeked at you, praying in his heart that you would come. san wrapped your shoulder, "come on, (y/n), you'll come, right? " he asked.

you looked at wooyoung like you were asking for his permission. you're not a party person, and you rather sit in your room to binged watch your favorite movie. you do come occasionally. especially when wooyoung wants to be wasted, he would ask you to join him.

"i mean, yeah. you should come, " wooyoung said. "then, it's all settled, " san claimed. seonghwa chuckled at the sudden thought of you vomited on his shirt.

after short ride to the party, you guys have finally arrived. you decided to sit near the pool, outside the house. seonghwa grabbed some drinks for you and, of course, for himself. he walked towards you, "here, " he offered you the drink. you looked at him confusedly, "t-thank you, " you replied.

"i think i noticed something, " seonghwa said. he looked at you with a frown. "you always this nervous when you were talking to me, " he said.

you took a sip of your drink. "there's a reason behind it, " you chuckled. "really? what is it? " he asked. "i don't think you've noticed this or not. i might have vomited on your shirt twice, " you confessed shyly.

"i haven't apologized yet, and that's why i'm nervous, " you replied. he chuckled, and a smile appeared on his face. "i'm sorry. i should've apologized earlier. if there's a thing i could do to make it up to you, just tell me, " you coyly looked at him.

he scoffed, "really? i could ask for anything? " he asked. "yeah, do you have anything in mind? " you looked at him, genuinely curious. "well, i do have something in mind, " he replied.

he didn't know what's the thrill inside him, but he craved this so bad. he doesn't even care if this is because the alcohol finally hits him or his own sense.

he pulled you closer to him. he took your face in his hands and cupped your face. "can i kiss you? " seonghwa asked. you frowned your eyebrows and leaned your head to the side. "w-what do you mean? " you asked nervously.

you could feel his breath waft to your lips. there's a rushing course of excitement filled in you. there's something strange, but you did initiate the kiss. you closed your eyes, pulled his flimsy shirt, and pecked his lips. your ears turned red, as red as your cheeks.

"i-is this okay? " you asked. you coyly looked at him. seonghwa noticed your blush, and he chuckled lightly at you. his male hormone can't handle this. seonghwa's breath felt heavy. seonghwa's heavy breath gushed through your skin again. "i don't think so, baby, " he caressed your cheek, and... he kissed you.

he secured his hands, one on your cheek and the other one on your waist. he trailed his thumb to your lips in between the kiss. "suck this, " he whispered. you can hear his gruff in his whisper. while you sucked his thumb, he kissed you. your tongue met his, and he harassed your mouth with both his thumb and tongue.

the air suddenly felt so hot it made your neck sweaty. there's a hazy feeling in your head. you don't know if it's because you're tipsy or the need to be touched. you wrapped your hands on his shoulders. you're high and not in your right mind. so, unintentionally, you were grinding your body towards his.

seonghwa noticed his cock was tenting up against his pants. he bit your lips roughly before moving to your neck. he licked your pulse side on your neck. he pressed his lips against your neck and peppered it with butterfly kisses.

you did try to hold your moan. until seonghwa ate your neck like it's his own meal. you moaned softly against his ear. somehow, in the middle of your hazy mind, you saw the trio was coming for you. you pushed seonghwa away. seonghwa looked mad and confused at the same time.

"hi, woo, " you waved at wooyoung. with your disheveled hair, and red neck, wooyoung had noticed something, but he decided to keep it quiet. "(y/n)! yeosang was looking for you. yeosang had this argument with mingi about who's the most loved one by you, " he claimed excitedly. "and hongjoong had to separate them by saying you love him more, " he chuckled.

seonghwa went quiet. "so, what did you do out here? " hongjoong asked. "talking, " you said. yes, you were talking with seonghwa using moan after moan. "more like apologizing about the day she vomited on my shirt, " seonghwa said. he's trying to tone down himself from the high he had been to.

"what did you guys talk about? " san asked. "hmm, something about mind your own business? " aeonghwa snapped. "did we interrupt the of you? " wooyoung asked. "ye-," "no, " you firmly said

"yeah, right. woo, let's head back inside. i'm freezing here, " hongjoong said. "i think i'm staying. it's nasty in there, " san replied. wooyoung and Hongjoong went inside, leaving the three of you together. the air felt stuffy, really.

san sat beside you, held your hand, and he leaned back. "you're so brave for staying out in this cold, " he chuckled. you were shimmying your way to his shoulder. you tried to forget what was just happened. san attentively wrapped his arms around you.

you've fallen sleepy after he hugged you like it's a post-orgasm. he got bold and pecked your temple. he's drunk because it's visible to everyone. his alcohol tolerance intakes are low. he strokes your hair carefully.

"i consider you haven't paid your debt, " seonghwa whispered. you were too sleepy to understand and looked at him tiredly. "see you tomorrow, (y/n), " seonghwa pulled himself closer and pecked your shoulder.

san looked at him at a loss. "have fun, san, " seonghwa got up. "no. what the fuck do you want, hwa? you've been glaring at me since dinner, " san snapped. you're too hazy to be involved in this conversation.

seonghwa scoffed, "i don't know, san. what do you want? " seonghwa halted his steps to walk away. san giggled softly, "nothing, i guess. what about you? " he asked. seonghwa halted his steps to walk away, "neither, " he said and went inside.

you didn't think you would act up in front of san. so hazy and so drowsy feelings. you climbed on top of san, pecked his adam's apple, and straddled on top of his lap. "i'm sleepy, " you murmured.

it has been three days since that night. you didn't remember how the three of you slept in the same room that night, but you do remember some heated sessions that night.

that night, san was carrying you back inside. he looked for wooyoung to inform him that you're going back. well, san didn't do the latter.

he did find wooyoung on hongjoong's lap. they were making out, grinding, and who needs to know more? san was getting turned on, but he decided to tone it down.

"(y/n), could you walk? " he asked. "yeah, " you walked down. "our ride is here, " san said. seonghwa tapped san's back. "i'm coming with you, " seonghwa said. "why should I let you, again? " san asked. "we're on the same boat. third-wheeler boat, " seonghwa explained.

"yeah, san, let him, " you pouted. in the end, seonghwa did go back with you two. "(y/n), do you have your key? " san asked. you snapped your eyes open. "i certainly did leave my key inside, " you whined. " i have mine, don't worry, " seonghwa replied. "then, it's settled. we're staying at hwa's, " you said.

san rolled his eyes. he had his key. but, sure, at seonghwa. "we could've gone to mine, " san snickered. "yours wouldn't be fit for three people, " seonghwa chuckled.

he opened the apartment door, walked past the living room, and straight to his room. welll, his apartment is spacious. two people lived here.

"make yourself like home, " he said. "we will, " san replied. seonghwa went out to grab some water. you innocently plop yourself down to his bed. san did the same on the couch. your skirt did nothing to make san tone down his high.

he''s not blind, especially if wooyoung did notice about your neck, so did he. "so, (y/n), tell me the truth about your talk with seonghwa, " he said. "you don't need to know, " seonghwa said while entering the room.

you giggled coyly, "it's embarrassing, san. i vomited on his shirt, that's all, " you lied. san hummed and nodded his head. seonghwa came closer to him and whispered to his ear, "do you really want to know? " he teased.

you sat up and tilted your head at san. "i'll show you, san, " seonghwa said. there's a rushing course of high in his veins. you, certainly, were still craving for more because you didn't finish it with seonghwa back then.

seonghwa climbed into you slowly, and you leaned your back to his bed frame. "shall we finish your debt? " seonghwa teased. you nodded your head shyly. "in this house, you need to be vocal, you know, " seonghwa grasped your chin firmly. "yes, hwa, " you said. "master, " he demanded. "y-yes, master, " you stammered. you were nervous, but you really like where this is going.

"just for you to know, san, you should just sit there and watch, " seonghwa commanded. san took a gulped down. seonghwa brushed your lower lips with his thumb, "suck, like a good girl you are, " he said. you sucked his thumb while playing it with your tongue and teasingly biting it.

he licked your jawline, bit your neck, and kissed your collarbone before joining you in the sucking game. the difference was he sucked your lips into his. you straddled on top of his lap. you could feel his cock behind his pants. you grind your wet underwear over him.

you peeked at san, and he was straining himself. "babe, you need to focus on me and only me, " seonghwa whispered. "i'm sorry, master, " you replied. your submissive and obedient self did something to san. he gripped tight on seonghwa's cushion.

san saw how seonghwa's hands traveled from your lips to your chest. he traced down your nipples through the thin clothing. circle it around slowly until it's hardened. he sucked your neck and licked it, "go, strip yourself in front of san, " he said. "yes, master hwa, " you crawled off the bed.

you stripped your clothes and underwear in front of san. revealing your wetness dripped down to your thigh. "babe is wet, " Smseonghwa whispered to your ear from your back. he placed his fingers on your clitoris and kneaded them slowly.

san's cock was there and visible. while seonghwa was fingering your dripping pussy, san bit his lips firmly. seonghwa had inserted two fingers in you, and you, surprisingly, humped them in and out. things were content.

"(y/n), " seonghwa whispered. "yes, master, " you replied. "san, " he said. "yes, " san nervously replied. seonghwa frowned at him, "master, " san replied. "open your pants and let (y/n) suck you, " he said. your pussy twitched while hearing it.

"oh, you like that, baby girl? " seonghwa teased you. your pussy twitched again, "yes, master, " you moaned. "good, now suck, " he said. san stood up in front of you, and you bent your body to suck his dick.

san caressed your hair, and you were about to pull his pants down. you were until seonghwa's phone was ringing. "shit, " he said. "you're not going to pick that, are you? " san asked. seonghwa took the phone from his pocket, and he looked at the name of the caller. "fucking hongjoong, " seonghwa cursed. after the phone stopped ringing, a message came through.

"he said he's coming with wooyoung, and they're 5 minutes away, " seonghwa sighed. "yeah, fuck, " you got up and looked for your clothes. you got hooked up for a moment with those two.

seonghwa went out to open the door for hongjoong. given the idea that he's the only one that dressed or no need to be dressed. san carried you to the bed, tucked you in, and pecked your cheek.

"i'm sorry. i got carried away. and, if you want this to ever happen for real, visit me at the cafe on wednesday evening, " san said. you tilted your head to the side, confused, "what about seonghwa? " you asked. "i'll ask him later, okay? " he replied.

you nodded at him and opened your arms at him. "come here, " you said. san giggled lightly, and he wrapped his arms around you while you snuggled into his hug. you could sense his perfume. it smells like you're under a warm sun in the forest.

you fell asleep in an instant inside his hugs. never fell so content within his touch. you didn't hear hongjoong and wooyoung come. san fell asleep not long after you. cuddled between each other arms. seonghwa joined you two soon after hongjoong and wooyoung arrived.

seonghwa woke san up. he told him to share. san rolled his eyes and moved his hand away from your waist. seonghwa hugged your waist and nestled up when you hugged him with your other hand. he pecked your neck, "goodnight, " he whispered.

you barely remember a thing, but you do remember what happened in that room. you decided to come to san on wednesday evening. you walked inside the cafe slowly and waved at san. he was cleaning one of the tables. he gestured for you to wait for his shifts to end.

after a while, he came to you, "so? do you want to do this? " he asked. you kept your mouth shut because you were trembling inside.

"what about we wait until seonghwa comes? " you suggested. "sure, did you text him? " san asked. you nodded your head slowly. well, not long after this, seonghwa came.

people won't remember anything when they're drunk. yes, people. except, you know for sure, from seonghwa's heavy breath, and his rough groans, after he gruffly sucks his teeth. he remembered.

you didn't expect him to remember anything. because, hey, it's just one night, and you barely know him. but you didn't see the fact that seonghwa fell for you since day one. neither he nor san wants to give you up. without your knowing, they decided to share you for two. there's a gruffed breath and a slight lust passing through the air.

"you better start talking, (y/n), " seonghwa said. "do you want this to happen? " he asked. you played your fingertips and nodded. "use your words, be vocal, " seonghwa snapped. "yes, hwa, i want this, " you claimed. "well, okay, my place this time, " san replied.

when you guys arrived at san's place, san led you to his room and told you to undress and wait there. san promised you that if you're not going to behave, he didn't either.

then, he went out with seonghwa, waiting on the door's rail. you did as san told you. you could feel wetness rushing through your core. it's hot and dirty, and yet, you can feel the pleasure from it. well, you need to behave yourself, right?

you sat down and kneeled on both of your legs on the bed. you put your hands on your laps and wait for them to come. someone opened the door with clack commotions. seonghwa opened the door and entered first, followed by san.

"did you teach her to do this? " seonghwa raised a question. "yes, " you answered. "i certainly did not ask you anything, so shut it, " seonghwa replied. you could feel the sternness in his tone.

before coming into your room, san and seonghwa agreed that seonghwa is the one to take control here. san, or you can't defy anything he said.

"on your four, " seonghwa demanded. you toe the line, and now you're on your four. you were bending with your legs and arms as your support.

san went to your back, and his dick lined up with your pussy. he slightly placed his finger on your dripping wet pussy. he toyed with your clitoris softly, and his thumb was teasing your opening while seonghwa caressed your face. he roughly grasped your jaw and forced his thumb inside your mouth.

seonghwa whispered seductively, "suck this, baby girl, " he said. you sucked his thumb, playing it with your tongue, and swirled your tongue around it.

you jolted a tad by san's third finger made into your pussy. you looked at seonghwa pleaded, and he pulled his thumb off. he pulled your hair firmly and peppered your neck with kisses. he sucked, licked, and kissed it like a full-course meal.

you whined and whispered because, by now, you wanted something to be inside you. "san, please, " you begged. san giggled lightly, "not yet, (y/n), " san said. you bit your lips and tugged seonghwa's belt like you were begging him to be inside you. he scoffed, "do you want it, baby? " he asked. you nodded, but he pulled your hair more roughly.

"words, " he firmly said. "yes, master. i want it so bad, " you whimpered. seonghwa sneered, and he unbuckled his belt and tied it around your hands. he lowered his pants, and he teasingly brushed the tip to your mouth.

"you had to work to get what you want, babe, " he said. you innocently licked his balls like a kitten licked their milk in the bowl. you pecked them slightly, and finally, you sucked his dick into your mouth.

you swirled your tongue around his tips and sucked until it hit your throat. it barely fits into your mouth. it would be pleasurable once it hit your spot in your pussy. you sucked it like there's no tomorrow.

you could feel a twitch in his dick like he was about to come. he thrusts into yours steadily, which makes you gasp for air. with a few bobbed from you, his cum spread in your mouth. you looked at him in messy hair, harassed mouth with his cum around them.

while san is still fingering you and you moved your pussy around him. your breast jiggled, and seonghwa kneaded your breast. he traced your nipple with his other hand while the other pinched them. him, doing that sends arousal through your body, and it electrifies you. "master, " you moaned erratically. he squeezed it more brutally, "yes, baby? " he smiled.

"more, please, " you pleaded with a breathy wail. seonghwa groaned, and he went for your lips. he tongued your mouth. he played the inside of it with his tongue. you made your tongue inside him, and the dominance war finally occurred. he bit your tongue roughly, "stop it, (y/n), " he groaned. "san, switch, " seonghwa said.

san switched with seonghwa, "hi, sweetie, pleased me, " san said. san shoved his dick into your mouth. he's different from seonghwa; he could thrust harder and won't care even if you're whimpering despite his soft look, and his cautiousness with your pussy was just an act.

"san, please, " you whined. "suck, or you're going to regret it, " san firmly said. you swirled your tongue and bit his dick softly. you licked his balls and ate them.

san was close, and he was about to come. his dick is twitching. "i'm coming, (y/n), " he said. he thrust in his dick harder. he cum all over your face, blended with seonghwa's, and it's savory like it's your last meal on this earth. you licked his tip before, "i haven't come yet, baby, " seonghwa said. He turned you to face his face, pulled your arms over his head, and straddled your legs onto his lap.

he pecked your neck and bit it like he wanted to mark everything that was his. he bit your chest and licked your nipple, peppered your breast with a hickey, and sucked your nipple hard. his tongue played your nipple like a lollipop. "master, please, " you begged. "yes, you may, " he scoffed.

he placed his dick lined with your pussy. teasing your opening with his tip while san jerked his dick off, watching the two of you ride each other.

seonghwa pressed his dick inside of you and thrust it in slowly. you whimpered, "master, " you moaned. you placed your head on top of his neck and kissed them softly.

you could feel his thrust hitting your spot. you whined and groaned and moaned like it was your last breath on earth. it pleased his ears and kept thrusting into you harshly. the thrust is getting sloppy, and you notice that this is okay to ride him. you pushed harder and jolted within his dick. seonghwa groaned to your ears, "master, " you moaned.

you came first, and after a few thrusts of his, he came. he released it inside you. it felt warm and filled. it feels satisfying, complete, and content. you huffed a breathy exhale, and seonghwa pulled the belt and unbuckled them. san plopped down next to you; yes, you're in the middle. san whispered to your ears, "i love you, " he said. you looked at him softly, cuddled into his chest while

seonghwa's hands roamed your stomach and pulled you to him. "babe, " he said. you giggled at him and caressed his cheek, "don't worry, i love you too, " you claimed. it was the best fuck in your life.

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