This One's For The Brats

Glacial Pace

❝ You’ve been in love with Xu Minghao from the moment he put a bandage on your cut at the age of six. When he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend to get his prying family off his back, you quickly realize that keeping your feelings hidden from him will be next to impossible. Especially since your meddling friends are determined to have you admit your feelings before the holiday season is over. ❞

pairing: xu minghao x female reader

genre: fake dating au, friends to lovers, fluff, smut

word count: 5.3k

warnings: fake dating, meddling friends (they mean well i swear), mutual pining, moms saved this fic, lots of repressed feelings, unprotected sex, soft sex, creampie, cockwarming

a/n: this is part of the snowventeen collab! so happy to have been part of it! minors dni.

“We’re friends, right?”

You try to pretend the question doesn’t send you into a vague panic. Every time this question that isn’t really a question comes out of Minghao's mouth, you know he’s setting up to ask you for a favor. Judging by his tone you can tell that what he’s going to ask probably isn’t something easy, but because you were just slightly in love with him, it was foreseeable that you were going to agree to do whatever he asked of you.

“Yes, Hao. We’re friends.”

As much as you wished there was something more, that was the extent of your relationship. But that was fine. The heartbreak had dulled with the years.

“And friends help each other, right?”

You give Minghao an exasperated look. It’s not like him to beat around the bush for long, but he seems oddly reluctant this time. Even so, he doesn’t visibly show it. He leans further into the mountain of pillows you have on your bed with a subtle pout on his lips. You shouldn’t find the old hoodie and worn jeans he’s wearing this attractive, but Minghao always has a way of looking amazing in everything he wears.

“Are you gonna tell me what you want, or are you gonna keep asking me questions you already know the answers to?” You finally say, hoping you’re able to successfully hide how attracted you are to him.

“I need your help.” Before you could ask him what he needed from you this time, Minghao is sitting up and shoving his phone into your hands. “Read that.”

His phone is unlocked and opened to a group chat with what appears to be the majority of his extended family. You skim through the messages, trying desperately to hold back the amused smile on the edge of your lips.

Minghao frowns when you don’t immediately freak out. You were the one person he could count on to be on his side, but right now you don’t seem to think what his family is demanding of him is outrageous. He keeps staring at you, still waiting for you to give him the response he was expecting.

You look up from the screen, unable to keep the laughter out of your voice. “How does your aunt know you’ve been abstinent for a year?”

Minghao’s right eye twitches slightly as he snatches his phone back from you. “That’s all you have to say?”

“What else do you want me to say? That you’re the worst liar ever?” You laugh to distract yourself from the stuffy feeling growing in your chest.

At least, you hope what Minghao said to his family is a lie. After all these years, you still hadn’t managed to completely block out the feelings that came with being in love with Xu Minghao. All you can do is hope none of the tormenting feelings consuming you show on your face.

“Unless you are dating someone.”

Somehow, you manage to pretend that the very thought doesn’t sting as much as it does.

“You know I’m not.” Minghao scowls at you. “But that’s not the point. You have to help me because now they think I’m gonna bring someone home for winter break!”

It’s embarrassing how fast the knot in your chest dissolves. You take a mental deep breath and focus on giving Minghao the help he wants. “Just say your girlfriend is gonna visit her own family, or that she’s not ready to meet them yet.”

Minghao looks like he’s two seconds away from bursting a vein, but you aren’t entirely sure why. He was capable of being a master manipulator whenever he wanted to. A lie of this magnitude was something he could easily manage. It’s not like he hadn’t done it before. Still, part of you is sympathetic since your own mother had sent you a series of similar messages.

“My mom is already getting the cabin ready. It’s too late to back out now!”

This wouldn’t seem like a big deal, but you knew Minghao’s mom. She was the sweetest lady ever except when someone made her angry or disobeyed her. That’s why whenever she decided something, no one dared to go against her wishes or question her. Whatever she said was law. At least, in the Xu household it was.

“I don’t know how you expect me to help you. Your mom loves me, but even I can’t save you if she finds out you lied to her—”

“She won’t find out.” Minghao suddenly becomes unsettlingly calm. “Not when I tell her I’m dating you.”

By some sort of divine grace, you manage to not choke on your own spit. Instead you blink slowly, trying to pretend that his words don’t awaken something into you that is definitely not platonic.

“That won’t work!” You sound borderline hysterical. “She’ll definitely know you’re lying if you say I’m the girlfriend told her about!”

Minghao’s plan isn’t actually half bad, but you’re desperate to find an excuse not to help him. There’s no way you can pretend to date the man you’ve been in love with for literal decades without unintentionally revealing your feelings.

“No she won’t! Do you know how long she’s wanted me to ask you out?” Minghao says, the desperation pushing him to accidentally reveal a detail he would’ve otherwise kept to himself.

You try not to be too happy that his mom likes the idea of you two together while also ignoring the faint blush rising to his face. Instead, you focus on trying to weasel your way out of helping him.

“My mom will find out I lied if I bring home some random who barely knows anything about me.” You’re running out of legitimate reasons to say no, and before you can think up some plausible excuse Minghao pouts at you. “Please? I can’t ask anyone else to do help me. It has to be you.”

You know he says these words in a completely platonic you’re my friend so I trust you kind of way, but your stupid idealistic heart can’t help but be moved by them. And so, you say the words you know you’ll regret, but will make your friend very happy.

“Okay. I’ll be your fake girlfriend.”

“At this point you should just confess."

Seungcheol is usually a pretty sensible guy, but this is hands down the worst advice you had ever gotten from him. And the fact that both Josh and Wonwoo are nodding their heads in agreement makes you think that they’ve all lost their minds.

“Cheol’s not wrong.” Josh says, a teasing lilt in his voice. “It’s been years, and you haven’t even fucked him yet!”

The scowl on your face deepens. “Shut up. You’re the one who said I should move on. How do you expect me to do that if I fuck him?”

“How are you going to move on if you’re spending all your entire winter break pretending to be his girlfriend and lying to both of your families?” Wonwoo wonders with an amused look on his face.

You feel your face get hot, because yeah, it wasn't your best plan, and it did seem like it was a step backward in moving on, but details. “I’m just helping him! After this I’m going to go out and get a real boyfriend.”

Your friends share an unconvinced look. Seungcheol is the first to break the silence, signature deadpan expression in place. “So, acting out your fantasy of dating Minghao is going to help you get over him? Explain to us how that works.”

Now that it’s said out loud, you realize it sounds kind of stupid. Even so, you can’t very well tell Minghao that you don’t want to help him anymore. “Okay, so maybe it’s not the best plan, but since you guys are coming you have to help me so I don’t get too sucked into my role and expose myself.”

Your friends agree, but what you don’t realize is that they have a plan of their own to help you get what you want.

If your friends thought they were being subtle, they weren’t.

You noticed right away that they were nudging you and Minghao together. This was all under the excuse of helping you two get into your little act before reaching the small town you two grew up in. At first you didn’t say anything because you more than likely would’ve ended up sitting by Minghao anyway, but it was only until they started insisting you two hold on to each other and hold hands that you had enough.

As soon as Seungcheol pulled into the gas station and Minghao went inside with Wonwoo, you smacked the back of his and Josh’s heads. “What the fuck are you guys doing!?” You hiss, digging your nails into your palm.

Seungcheol glares at you, an expression of disbelief on his face. “You asked for our help! Doing all this cringy shit will turn you off from wanting to be in a relationship with Minghao!”

“And once you see how clueless he is at being in a relationship it’ll turn you off even more!” Josh chimes in as he rubs the back of his head.

Their words sound so utterly ridiculous and like a clear form of gaslighting. You don’t get a chance to say anything else because you see Wonwoo and Minghao on their way back.

“You guys aren’t helping so stop.” You hiss before the door is pulled open.

Luckily your friends say nothing as Minghao gets back into the car. You think that’s the end of it, but you’re very very wrong.

It’s not until you’re pulling into the driveway of the large cabin with two nosy families waiting outside that you belatedly realize that you’ve made a huge mistake.

You didn’t fully think out what helping Minghao really meant. Sure, you had known that you were going to be forced to confront Minghao’s nosy family, but you forgot to add your own prying family to the mix. You only hope that they don’t mention how you’ve been in love with your (fake) boyfriend for the two last decades.

You’re met with loud greetings, and soon enough dozens of people start to crowd the car as you all get off. It’s almost like you’re in a daze when you get pulled into ten different hugs in the span of thirty seconds, but it’s oddly comforting. Despite the situation, you had missed home and were happy to be back.

Somehow you manage to get away long enough to grab your things from the trunk. You’re hoping that everything goes smoothly as you start to make your way to the Xu family’s cabin, but as always, luck isn’t on your side.

“I got it, love.” Minghao says as he forcibly takes your bags from you, but not before pressing a chaste kiss on your lips.

Vaguely, you recognize the loud shrieking of the children that saw your kiss and the cooing from the older women who loved young romance. But even through all that, you manage to see your idiot friends colluding with proud smirks on their faces.

Wonwoo is the one they send to approach you, but he expectedly doesn’t repent for what he and the two other fools clearly made happen. “If you plan on deceiving both of your families, you have to stop acting like you’ve never kissed Minghao before.”

With that, he gently pushes you to join everyone else inside. You can’t be fully angry because his words are infuriatingly true. Luckily for you, everyone seemed to be too caught up in the holiday cheer to notice your little slip up.

“Why didn’t you tell me you finally bagged my cousin!?”

You look over to see one of Minghao’s older cousins grinning at you. It’s a relief to see her because in all the madness, she was usually the voice of reason. That and she was the one who kept your hidden love a secret the longest out of everyone who knew.

“Sorry! It all happened so fast, and we didn’t want to say anything in case it didn’t work out—”

“Trust me, I get it. Remember when I had to tell everyone about Jun at my graduation?”

You both laugh as you recall the time she had dropped the atomic bomb that she was living with Minghao’s childhood best friend at her graduation party.

“How long are you going to be here until you finally say hello to your mother?”

Minghao’s cousin gives you a sympathetic wave goodbye as your mom pulls you into a bone-crushing hug. You snuggle into her familiar warmth, hoping her embrace can provide you with the comfort you’re suddenly needing.

“Why was I the last to find out you’re finally dating Minghao?” She demands straight away after you pull back.

You apologize profusely, repeating the same excuse you gave Minghao’s cousin. That seems to placate her—for now—but she does insist on hearing every last detail about how you two got together. It’s both relieving and nerve wracking.

“I’m sure you’re happy. You’ve liked him since he helped you back home when you fell on the sidewalk.” Your mom recalls with a smile. “That race car bandaid he put on the cut meant so much to you, remember? You wouldn’t let me replace it—”

“Mom.” You quietly stress, frantically looking around to see if anyone had heard her. “You better not mention any of that! I promise I’ll tell you everything later, but right now please don’t embarrass me!”

She only looks at you with an amused glint in her eye. “Fine, but you’ll have to have that conversation with him sooner or later.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she was working with your no-good friends.

Your mom would’ve interrogated you further had it not been for the fact that she saw Joshua talking to Minghao’s mom. She barely told you she’d be back as she went straight for the boy who’d captured her heart back in your freshman year of college.

You slightly jump when a pair of arms gently wrap around you. Minghao’s cologne is engraved in your mind at this point, and you actually hate the fact that it comforts you.

“You have to act more natural.” His voice is teasing. “Otherwise everyone will think my love is one-sided.”

You manage to let out a weak laugh. It was clear that you were too in your head about the entire situation, and it was also clear that you were about to unintentionally reveal the feelings you’d worked so hard to hide.

“Just relax.” His lips brush the shell of your ear. “Moms are happy and busy trying to find out why sweet ol’ Shua still doesn’t have a girlfriend.”

The laugh you let out is louder and more genuine, and Minghao feels an intense warmth spread through his chest at the pretty sound. When you turn around in his arms to look straight at him, he wonders if this is all some lovely dream. If it is, he hopes he never has to wake up.

“Come on. Let’s go check out our room.”

He smiles broadly when he grabs your hand and let yourself be whisked away.

“You’re enjoying yourself a little too much.”

Minghao’s fond smile slowly slips off his face when he’s confronted by a smirking Seungcheol. He clears his throat and squints his eyes at his friend. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You hate ice skating.” Cheol points out. “But you’re having the time of your life just watching Y/N do it.”

He can’t deny this because there’s just something about the happy grin on your face as you beat Wonwoo and two of your cousins at a race around the rink for the fifth time that makes him feel an intense amount of affection and joy.

“She makes it look fun.” Minghao says honestly, not willing to reveal the other part why he feels so endeared.

Seungcheol hums, finding it extremely amusing how both you and Minghao were so unwilling to admit what was so obvious to everyone else. “I bet she’d have even more fun if you got out there with her.”

There’s a sinking feeling in his stomach when he hears his friend’s tone. At that moment, it becomes clear that Seungcheol is very much aware of what Minghao thought he’d been so good at hiding.

“Hao!” A comforting voice calls.

You’re gliding towards him with a bright smile on your face, and despite the nerves eating at his gut, he manages to return it.

“Come skate with me.”

It’s almost comedic how quick he is to obey your wish. He ignores the whistles and hollers from his friends as he literally clings on to you the second he’s on the ice. Your honeyed laugh is all that’s calming him at the moment since he’s feels like he might fall flat on his face on the hard ice.

“Don’t be so scared.” You say as you move at a snail's pace. “I won’t let you fall.”

Minghao’s heart starts pounding for an entirely different reason. Instead of staring down at his trembling legs, he’s focused on you and the warmth coming from your hands. Your grip tightens as you slowly increase your pace. It’s like you two are in your own little world as you laugh and glide around the ice.

You both are on a blissful high even when you return to the cabin. Surprisingly enough, it feels completely normal for you two to get into bed together, wrapped up in each other’s arms—just in case someone were to surprise you in the morning, of course.

There’s this natural domesticity between you two, but you’re just convinced that Minghao is just so desperate to get his family off his back that he’s putting his heart and soul into this act. It’s fine, well, it’s mostly fine. Even though everything up to this point has been fake, you’re still happy that you got to live out your deepest fantasy. Now you could move on, painful as it may be.

You try not to think about that as you walk into the holiday party hand in hand with Minghao.

The atmosphere is warm and welcoming like it is every year. You try to pretend that you don’t want to let go of Minghao’s hand when his mother steals you away to help her in the kitchen. This was it. You know she doesn’t really need your help when she asks you to neatly place the cookies she’s baked on a large plate. She’s called you in to question you about your relationship with her son. Honestly, you were surprised she hadn’t done it sooner.

“I’ve never seen my son so happy.” She begins, a gentle smile on her face. “I’m glad he finally made you his girlfriend. I thought he’d never confess his feelings.”

You wonder if Minghao’s mom is being serious, but then you remember who you’re talking to. She’s not the type to spare feelings, not even yours.

“Why’d you think that?”

“Honey, I love you, but you’re really oblivious sometimes.” She laughs fondly. “My son has liked you for a long time. Do you know how heartbroken he was when you started dating that Jihoon boy? I thought he’d never get over it.”

Lee Jihoon? As in the guy you dated two years ago?

“But I’m glad to see that you finally like him in the way he likes you.”

You try to keep a straight face as if your mind isn’t now overcrowded with unfiltered thoughts. The way your heart is pounding against your chest is almost dizzying. “I think I like him more than he likes me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Minghao’s mom says with a sly grin that you recognize all too well. “While we’re on the topic, let me enlighten you—”

Meanwhile, Minghao is busy with your mom. A similar conversation is taking place—so similar that anyone might’ve thought the two women had planned it.

“You don’t know how happy I am that you and Y/N are finally together.” Her warm smile makes him feel a bit guilty.

“Finally?” Minghao laughs curiously.

“Yes, finally. I was starting to think you’d never return my daughter’s feelings.”

Minghao feels his heart pounding and his head swimming almost like he’s suddenly disoriented. Surely there’s no way your mom could be implying that…?

“You didn’t?”

Oblivious to Minghao’s sudden shift in attitude, your mom keeps talking. “Y/N has always loved you. I think it started around the time you moved into the neighborhood all those years ago. She would go around saying how she wanted to marry you.”

Minghao is physically unable to say anything, but that doesn’t matter to your mom. She carries on like he’s not on the verge of imploding.

“I remember how devastated she was when you took Chaeyoung to prom instead of her. She had turned down that nice boy from her math class because she hoped you would ask her. I’ve never seen her cry so much.”

Your mom sounds like she’s fondly recalling the past, but Minghao feels like he suddenly can’t breathe. The memory is vivid in his mind now. You hadn’t gone even when he insisted that you could go with him and Chaeyoung. Back then he had believed you when you told him you didn’t feel like going.

“Anyway, I’m glad you finally returned her feelings.”

“Yeah.” Minghao says feeling completely winded. “Me too.”

There’s an unspoken tension when you and Minghao get back to the cabin. You’re sure it’s purely because of you and what his mom had said. It’s obvious that you’re too in your head because you can tell your friend feels tense.

“What did my mom tell you?”

The question startles you out of your tormenting thoughts. You awkwardly stutter, wondering if you should lie or not. “I– Well—”

Minghao is staring at you intently, and you know there’s no point in lying to him.

“She told me that she’s happy you finally confessed to me.” Your voice isn’t as strong as you wish so you cover it up with a laugh. “I guess I was worried for nothing. She thinks you actually like me.”

It’s silent for a moment before Minghao speaks, serious as ever. “I do like you.”

You wish you could play his words off like they meant nothing, but you had been waiting literal years to hear him say those three little words, and you can’t pretend to be unaffected by them.

“I’ve liked you for a long time.” Minghao says as he slowly approaches you.

He’s standing directly in front of you now, and you’re not sure how to react. His eyes are shining with unadulterated affection as he waits for your response. Your head is spinning, but you still manage to answer him.

“I’ve liked you longer.”

Your face burns with embarrassment. It’s not like you meant to say that, but your nerves got the best of you. It doesn’t matter though because Hao seems to love it. His grin is full of endearment.

“Long enough to want to marry me?” He teases lightly.

Apparently, neither of your moms had any actual intention of keeping your embarrassing secrets. You soldier on and try to pretend you’re not mortified that your mom exposed you.

“I don’t know. I can’t marry someone who doesn’t know how to please me.”

His eyes darken instantly, and you hold back a smirk at how easily that worked him up. By now, Minghao has gotten so close that you can see every last detail on his face.

You’re not sure who makes the first move, but it hardly matters because Minghao’s lips are so soft, and the way he’s kissing you makes you feel like you’re floating. The way he pulls you closer while shoving his tongue in your mouth is dizzying.

Everything happens so fast. Before you know it clothes are being ripped off in between messy, wet kisses. You two fall on the bed, naked bodies pressing against each other with a passionate need. Minghao pulls back and cups your cheek tenderly. He affectionately bumps his nose against yours before he kisses you again.

Minghao’s hands feel hot as they trail down your body. His long fingers trail over your every curve, hands pressing against your breasts, pulling lightly at your nipples until he has you moaning into his mouth. It’s his favorite sound, he decides. He can’t contain his grin as he continues kneading your tits.

“Hao.” You mewl when his lips start to wander down your neck, affectionately tracing along your jaw and the column of your throat.

His dark hooded eyes are so pretty when they look up at you. Minghao only offers you an impish grin before he wraps his lips around your hard bud and sucks hard. He licks and bites around your nipple until you’re writhing underneath him, an intense heat building between your thighs as you tug at his hair. His dark strands are even messier than usual when he pulls off your nipple, but not before leaning down to press one more kiss to the soft curve of your tit.

Minghao trails his fingers down your sides, his teasing smirk back in place. “Want me to fuck you?”

There are times you hate his teasing nature. He must know how bad you want him since you’re literally dripping all over the sheets. However, since you’re so desperate, you’re not beneath begging.

“I need you to fuck me.” You say, not the slightest bit embarrassed.

There’s a slight pause where something in the atmosphere shifts to something more heavy.

Now Minghao’s gaze is heavy with affection as his thumb caresses your cheek. “I wasn’t completely honest before. What I feel for you... it’s more than that.” Minghao swallows deeply, feeling like his heart jumped into his throat. “I love you.”

His abrupt confession warms you up from the inside out. You can literally feel your entire chest be overcome with deep, unadulterated love as he nudges the fat tip of his cock against your fluttering cunt.

You wrap your arms around his slim waist and gently pull him closer, silently urging him to shove his dick inside you. “I love you too, Hao.”

The words are whispered against his lips before you capture them in an intimate kiss. You both swallow each other’s moans as he finally eases his thick cock into your dripping pussy.

Minghao lets out a gasp as he shoves his face into the crook of your neck. He starts to press hot, open mouthed kisses against your skin, loving the little whimpers and moans you’re letting out. His cock is stretching you out, and it feels like you might fall apart as his fingers trail down your body to rub your clit. Minghao rubs you deliciously as he keeps easing into you.

Pleasure licks up Minghao’s cock when your hot cunt clamps down on him like it never wants to let him go. He hisses at your choked mewl, loving how you seem to melt into his touch.

“So tight, baby.” Minghao’s words are slightly slurred.

You moan wantonly when he finally shoves the remainder of his thick cock inside your welcoming cunt. Already, you’re gushing around him. His entire length and heavy balls are coated with your arousal as he finally settles deep inside you.

The feeling of your velvety walls sucking in his fat cock has Minghao groaning against you. His arms slide underneath you and wrap around your waist to lift your hips and pull you tighter against him. Minghao’s soft lips trail against your skin as he starts to fuck into you, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot.

You’re both entranced with each other, and at some point you two look down to watch where Minghao’s cock fucks into you. The pretty moans and whimpers spilling from your lips only spur him on, wanting to hear you as much as possible since this still feels like a beautiful dream to him.

“God,” you moan when he gives a particularly sharp thrust. “Feels so fucking good.”

Minghao’s hand grabs the underside of your knee and lifts your leg over his hip at your words. You both moan loudly because the new angle has his cock going impossibly deeper. Right then he knows that he won’t ever get sick of the feeling of your tight pussy milking him.

“Fuck, baby. I’ll never get enough of you.” Minghao moans as he leans down to kiss you again.

The feeling of his lips pressed against your as his cock drills into you makes you feel drunk. Minghao feels like he’s slowly unraveling with that way you start to fuck your hips up to meet his thrusts. Your creamy cunt clamping down on him has him fucking into you harder.

It’s safe to say Minghao is obsessed with every last bit of you. The way your body feels pressed against his, the pretty sounds you let out, the feeling of your warm wet cunt squeezing him like it wants every last drop of his cum.

You moan louder when you feel your legs being spread apart. Minghao is roughly fucking into you at a savage pace now, his weeping tip slamming against your sweet spot with every thrust. He loves how your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as your thigh tremble and shake. Your sweet cunt is spasming around his dick, and he knows it won’t be long until you’re creaming all over him.

A sense of urgency suddenly overcomes Minghao. To see you falling apart under him would be a dream come true, and he’s just that much more motivated to make it a reality. His next touches are sensual and tender, fingers caressing your clit over and over as his cock fucks into you and works you open.

It doesn’t take much longer for you to gush all over him. The sight of your head thrown back with your mouth dropped open to let out a blissful moan of his name is addicting. Minghao wants your fucked out expression imprinted in his mind. He doesn’t stop his motions because the feeling of you coming on his dick is absolute heaven.

Your mind is still fuzzy from your orgasm, but you’re lucid enough to see the purest form of love in his honeyed eyes. “Fuck. I love you so much.”

Your words have him stilling his hips, head falling to the crook of your neck as he comes hard. Minghao cries out your name, voice thick with affection. You smooth over your hair as you whisper gentle praises in his ear. He ruts inside you in pleasure as his hot cum fills you to the brim, showing you exactly just how much love he has for you.

After a moment, Minghao pulls his face out of your neck to look down at you. Unadulterated joy and ecstasy covers his face as he takes you in as if for the first time all over again. Your expression is no different, all the repressed emotions you held for him on full display now.

Minghao grinds into you one more times, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the feeling of his cum being fucked back inside of you. He leans forward, lips brushing against the soft flesh of your cheek. “I love you more than anything.”

He collapses by your side, cock still nestled inside you. The words make your heart flutter as you tug him impossibly closer and nuzzle against him.

“I love you too, Hao. Forever and always.”

Your sleepy smile makes him press a kiss to your forehead. Minghao watches as your eyes slowly close before tightening his hold on you. He can’t believe this is all real and not just a figment of his deepest desires, but as you unconsciously snuggle deeper into him, he knows that he’ll never be happier than he is now, with you.

It’s his last peaceful thought as he falls asleep with you in his arms.

“This is your fault.” Josh glares at Seungcheol who is trying but failing to eat his cereal in peace.

“You’re the one who went along with the plan which clearly worked.”

The loud moans filling the cabin are sickening, and they wonder if they’ve played themselves by helping you and Minghao confess to each other.

“Wonwoo isn’t bothered.” Seungcheol says as he nods his head to the catlike guy who’s sitting on the couch, staring at his phone.

“You know he’s wearing noise canceling earphones, right?” Josh scoffs.

Now Seungcheol feels really stupid because it was clear that they really had played themselves. And all because you and Minghao had to take your relationship at a glacial pace.

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You're Sexy, We're Sexy

pairing; lee jihoon (woozi) x afab reader x kwon soonyoung (hoshi)

genre; smut (minor dni)

warnings; filth, protected sex, party hookup, threesome, double penetration (don't do like they did, use lube and prep better), oral (m & f giving/receiving), face sitting, fingering, spanking, dom/sub dynamics, dom!woozi, switch!hosi, sub!reader, illusion to sub space, pet names, degradation, degrading names, biting, marking, aftercare

w/c; 4.3 k and some change 

a/n; based on you're sexy, i'm sexy by eric nam. was supposed to only be jihoon but then hoshi couldn't leave me alone. thank you to @junkissed-replies @duhnova for proofreading!

You laugh, your skin feeling like fire under Jihoon’s lips. His fingers running along your waist while the numbers count up on the elevator far too slow for your liking. You had been more than happy to leave the party with him. You knew exactly what this was and who he was tonight. No strings attached, no obligations, you felt free with your back against the cold metal, Jihoon’s knee sliding along your inner thigh as he laughed against your skin, hearing you moan. 

“Isn’t this better than that loud party? That hot air and stale beer?” You whine out a yes into his mouth, hearing the elevator opening only to pout when he pulls away. Your fingers link with his allowing Jihoon to guide you towards his apartment, his fingers punching in his door code quickly so that your back is against a wall before you can even take a look around. “Oh god…Jihoon, I need you.” 

Your voice, your moans, your touch, everything about you was going straight to Jihoon’s ego. From the moment he had set eyes on you at the party he knew he wanted this – no, he needed this. Jihoon’s fingers claw at the fabric of your dress pulling it up your thigh towards your hip only for him to pull away from you again. His fingers guiding you further into his apartment while you both step out of shoes, jackets falling to the floor. 

“Why are you teasing me, Jihoon?” You speak in a pout, your voice so sweet that even Jihoon has to laugh at how you make his stomach twist with want. He starts to speak, to pull you back into his arms when he hears another voice. “Yeah, why are you teasing her, Jihoon?” He had been so close to his room, it was right behind his back, his hand on the knob, two more steps and he would have had you all to himself but now you were giggling seeing Soonyoung smirking at you. 

“Hey, you were at the party too.” Soonyoung coos at how cute you are, how quickly your attention gets split between the two of them. Jihoon shoots daggers at his best friend over your shoulder while he pushes his door open ushering you inside. “He was, come on baby.” You whine out another giggle feeling Jihoon’s lips on your neck, your head tilting backwards even as Soonyoung follows to lean against the doorframe watching you with Jihoon. 

“She’s adorable…” Jihoon rolls his eyes at Soonyoung’s words, his lips leaving small marks along your skin while you bite at your lips meeting his friends eyes with a small gasp. “What’s your name? God, you are hot. Jihoon, your friend is so hot…” Soonyoung laughs, taking this as his way in, leaning off the wall to tilt his head at you. 

“He’s a menace. He knew I was coming home with you, that I wanted to be alone.” Jihoon knew he could easily tell Soonyoung to leave, but from the moment he had shown up you were even more excited. Soonyoung was right, you were adorable. How could he take away that attention from you? 

“My name is Soonyoung, what’s your name, kitten?” When you moan out your name, Jihoon’s fingers sliding between your thighs, Soonyoung can’t help but to groan, lifting his hand to his lips. You watch him bite at his thumb, your eyes trailing down his body to his jeans, noting how tight they were becoming. “That’s a pretty name, I know I wasn’t invited but…” 

“Oh, fuck…please? Jihoon, can Soonyoung…ah!” You start to ask if he can join you but Jihoon’s middle finger presses up into your entrance causing your knees to buckle, your head swimming with lust. “Can he do what? Be specific, baby.” Soonyoung watches carefully, this had happened a few times in the past, he and Jihoon sharing a partner but each time it surprised him how dominant his friend would become. 

Walking you backwards, his finger curling against your walls when the back of your knees hit the end of Jihoon’s bed, making you fall backwards. Jihoon is careful to hold you tightly so you don’t fall too quickly and so that his finger never slips from your pussy, wet sounds filling the room while both wait for you to speak. 

“Come on kitten, you are purring so sweetly but Jihoon asked you something.” Soonyoung moves closer to the bed, his eyes moving from you to Jihoon when his friend raises a brow in his direction. Your hand wraps around Jihoon’s wrist, soft moans causing both of the men’s heads to spin when you finally speak. “Jihoon, I…I want Soonyoung to join. I want you both to fuck me.” 

He knew it was coming but Jihoon still sighed, slipping a second finger into you causing you to arch off the bed, a loud moan escaping your lips. “That’s all you want from him? For him to fuck you?” Soonyoung knew what you had meant, and he knew damn well that Jihoon had as well but he also knew that Jihoon was going to be difficult about it. 

Your hands grip at the bedding until you feel it sink on your right side, your eyes opening to find Soonyoung sitting near you. You loved how this man you knew absolutely nothing about was looking at you. Clearly he only had one thing on his mind but that was all you and Jihoon were thinking about anyway. “Fuck…I–no, I want…” 

Jihoon smirked watching you struggle to speak, your arousal coating his fingers, running down his hand while you and Soonyoung practically eye fucked one another. “Use that cute little head of yours. You aren’t dumb, I haven’t fucked you that hard yet. This is just my fingers, if this is all you can handle…baby you are going to be blabbering later.” Soonyoung scoffs into a slight laugh at his friends words, the way they were acting made you wonder how much truth there was behind Jihoon’s words and how much Soonyoung knew about his roommates bedroom habits. 

“I’m fine…I can think. Just feels so good, Jihoon. Mm, wanna cum so bad. Wanna cum on Soonyoung’s tongue.” When you finally say what you want Jihoon’s brow lifts in interest, a slight smirk on his lips. Soonyoung didn’t need to hear what you wanted more than once, especially with how wet you were on Jihoon’s fingers and how pretty you were moaning. 

“Is that how you ask for something?” Biting on your lips, you meet Jihoon’s eyes, his fingers slipping from your pussy to run though your folds causing your thighs to jerk from slight sensitivity. You try to keep your eyes on Jihoon but just over his shoulder you notice Soonyoung’s shirt lifting and Jihoon notices your attention wavering from him. 

“Ah!” A sound of surprise mixed with a moan leaves your lips as Jihoon’s hand meets the inside of your thigh. His palm rubs over the warm skin, his lips pulling up in a smirk when your attention is fully back on him. “I asked you a question, beautiful. Now, open those pretty little lips and answer it.” 

Soonyoung’s brow lifts in curiosity while he kicks his pants to the side leaving his underwear on for the time being while he waits for you to answer Jihoon. “Please? Please may I cum on Soonyoung’s tongue, sir?” When the word sir leaves your lips, Jihoon visibly takes in a deep breath, his tongue darts over his lips while his eyes move over your face slowly taking you in like he is committing you to memory. 

“Yes.” Jihoon’s answer is short but seems to be enough to make you and Soonyoung begin moving until he makes a disapproving sound while lifting his hand. “In a minute. God you are both such little whores. Have some fucking patience. Go lay on the bed so she can sit on your face since you are so eager.” 

You try to watch Soonyoung move around the bed but Jihoon’s hand grabs your chin drawing your attention back to him. His thumb brushes under your lip while he leans down to press his lips to yours briefly before speaking on your lips, “Lift your arms. You don’t need these clothes anymore.” 

Jihoon’s words are like electricity and his fingers are like fire when he works your dress up your body and finally over your head. Soonyoung groans from behind you, his eyes roaming over your back while he flexes his fingers impatiently. “She’s so fucking pretty, isn’t she Soonyoung?” Jihoon couldn’t see his friend nodding but he knew that he was. 

Instead Jihoon kept his eyes locked on yours, reaching behind you to undo your bra. “I saw you at the party and while I do hook up occasionally I haven’t in a long time, but…you took my breath away.” You couldn’t help the way your cheeks were burning at Jihoon’s words, his fingers working the straps of your bra down your arms while his eyes dropped to your chest. “So I thought to myself that I had to have you, at least once. God, Y/N you are sexy.” 

A bashful laugh leaves your lips, Jihoon’s fingers gently tracing the swell of your breasts before he does the same around each nipple watching them perk up. Your head falls back, your tongue running along your lips at the sensation. Jihoon watches your lips pull into a smile, his fingers running down your sides to your panties, a chuckle leaving his mouth when you finally speak. “You are sexy Jihoon.” 

“We’re sexy…” Soonyoung had begun to feel left out, a pout on his lips and evident in his voice when he speaks up causing you to glance over your shoulder at him. Your breath getting caught in your throat at the sight of him. “Oh god, yes you are.” You move your legs to allow Jihoon to help you maneuver out of your panties, his hand moving to take yours, guiding you towards the center of the bed where Soonyoung was laying on his back. 

“Stop pouting so damn much Soonyoung. You act like you aren’t going to get your dick wet. You always want to rush everything, when you can just….savor the moment. Sit down, baby.” As Jihoon speaks, his hand guides your hips over his friend’s face. Soonyoung’s hands slide over your thighs, nails gently scratching at your skin causing goosebumps to erupt along your skin and for you to shiver. 

“You know why I like this position, baby?” You glance at Jihoon ready to answer him, to ask him why when Soonyoung’s tongue drags through your folds, a groan sends a vibration through your body. “Mm…I like it because Soonyoung can’t run his mouth. It is essentially full.” Jihoon lifts his hand to run it over your head, cooing at you when you let out a lust filled moan, Soonyoung’s lips wrapping around your clit. 

Your eyes barely open. You try your best to focus on Jihoon, to not let what is happening between your legs distract you from your original reason for being in this apartment but it is harder said than done. One hand between your legs, you tug tightly at Soonyoung’s hair granting yourself another deep groan from the man before you hear Jihoon clear his throat pulling your attention back to him. 

“Surely you can do two things at once, right? Or else you wouldn’t have overwhelmed yourself by asking to invite Soonyoung.” Your eyes travel over Jihoon, his body exposed to you for the first time taking your breath away. You had been so distracted you hadn’t noticed him taking off his clothes but now you couldn’t even find the words to complain when your eyes fell on his hand stroking his heavy cock.

Jihoon watches you nod enthusiastically, one side of his mouth pulling up in a smirk. “What a good girl. Then lean down here and show me.” You whine feeling Soonyoung’s fingers separating your folds, his tongue pushing in your entrance all while the coil inside you tightens almost unbearably. “Yes sir.” 

The sound that Soonyoung lets out is almost animalistic when you lean down pushing your pussy over his mouth even tighter. His hips lift out of instinct while his teeth gently nip at your folds causing your toes to curl and your hips to lift only for him to pull them back down. “No, mine. Do as you were told. You want to cum on my tongue…stay on it.” 

The authority in his voice causes you to clench around his finger, a smirk spreading briefly across Soonyoung’s face before he buries his face against you once again. Jihoon raises a brow at Soonyoung’s words and your reaction, your hand wrapped around his cock, his head resting on your lips. Tilting his head, Jihoon watches you calm down enough to glance up at him and open your mouth, finally taking him into your mouth inch by inch until you can’t take anymore. 

“Fuck, just like that. Feels good to just be completely out of control doesn’t it darling?” Your brain is already cloudy, you barely realize you lean your head into Jihoon’s palm when he runs his hand over your head only to guide you back down over his length. Jihoon knew you couldn’t talk but the way you were going down on him was telling him all he needed to know. He could tell just how needy you were, and just how close you were to cumming. 

Soonyoung knew as well, the way your walls were pulsing around his fingers, the way you were leaking onto his tongue. He needed it just as much as you did. He was dying to be inside of you. You gasp around Jihoon when Soonyoung’s free hand meets the side of your ass sending you down over Jihoon a bit more. Unlike Jihoon he doesn’t rub the warm skin, he lets it burn only to spank you again, sending you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a train. 

Moving his hand from the back of your head, Jihoon pulls back from you though you whine through your orgasm reaching for him until he tsks at you. “I want to fuck you and if I cum down your throat I can’t really do that, now can I? Soonyoung get up…you’ve laid on your ass enough.” Another gasp falls from your lips when the man under you helps you move from over his face, a smirk on his lips when your thighs tremble and you lay on your side coming down from your first orgasm. 

Soonyoung slides off the bed, kicking his underwear towards his pants. His eyes running over your naked form while he runs his hand over his mouth with a groan at the taste still on his tongue. “She’s delicious, like cotton candy or something.” Jihoon rolls his eyes, his hand sliding over your leg to your side giving you the contact you need to calm down slightly. 

“Mm, is that true? Do you taste like cotton candy?” A small laugh slips from your lips when Jihoon pulls you into his arms, his lips meeting yours as he settles you over his lap. One of his hands slides between your legs to run his fingers between your folds, causing you to whine into his mouth. 

You feel another set of hands slide over your hips when Soonyoung moves back on to the bed, his lips pressing to your back working gentle kisses up your shoulder until he reaches your neck. “Can I leave marks on you?” When you nod, Soonyoung smirks against your skin, his teeth grazing against you before he bites gently. A hiss leaves your lips only to be swallowed by Jihoon followed by a moan when Soonyoung begins to suck a mark on to your skin near your ear. 

Shaky hands rest on Jihoon’s biceps causing him to smile against your lips and to pull back looking at you with a raised brow. “You okay?” Nodding you whine out a yes only to moan, Soonyoung’s hand sliding over your breast pulling your back against his chest. 

Jihoon’s hand between your legs runs over your clit and all the way up your body to his mouth. You watch with needy eyes as he sucks his fingers clean with a quiet groan, his eyes never leaving yours. “I wouldn’t say cotton candy, but you are sweet as candy.” A smile spreads across your face, a whispered thank you on a hitched breath while you lean against Soonyoung. 

Leaning to the side, Jihoon opens his nightstand while you moan Soonyoung’s name. The feeling of your nails dragging along his chest elicits a small groan from Jihoon as he tears two silver squares from a strip of condoms in the drawer before sitting back up shaking his head at you and Soonyoung. “Like I said before, you two are needy whores.” 

Soonyoung smirks at his friend reaching around you to take one of the condoms while you watch Jihoon tear open his own. Your teeth catch on your bottom lip, nerves hitting you for the first time that night. As if he can sense it Jihoon lifts his hand to tilt your head towards him giving you a curious look. “Only if you want to, I want you and Soonyoung clearly wants you but this is only if you want it.” 

He watches a smile cross over your face that makes his stomach tighten at just how pretty you are. His thumb brushing over your cheek when you nod, your fingers running along his sides while you adjust on his lap to grind over his length to tease him. Jihoon groans, shaking his head, his hands dropping to your hips to hold you still. A laugh escapes his lips when he meets your eyes while lifting your hips up allowing you to position his head at your entrance. “Needy little whore.” 

“Yes, sir I am.” Jihoon groans at your words and the way you sit down on him. His eyes close, head leaning back against the headboard making your head start to get slightly cloudy again until you feel Soonyoung’s hands on your sides pulling you back. “Can you handle us both?” 

You hadn’t considered that but you weren’t against trying it, with a shaky breath you glance over your shoulder and nod biting at your lip. Soonyoung smirks at you pushing you forward over Jihoon so that your breasts brush against the man’s chest while he leans back to watch Jihoon fuck you for a moment. “God…this is so fucking hot. Jihoon, hang on a second.” 

He didn’t want to stop, he wanted you to cum on his cock right then and there, but feeling your lips against his cheek and hearing you moan out a wait causes Jihoon to stop. His fingers tighten on your hips, only for him to groan loudly into your ear when Soonyoung pushes into you beside him. “Fuck! That’s tight…you okay, baby?” 

Your breath caught in your throat, you rested your forehead against Jihoon’s shoulder staying still for a moment letting Soonyoung run his hand along your back to let you adjust for a moment until you finally nod. Jihoon waits to hear you moan out a soft “please move” before he begins to thrust into you again slowly not wanting to hurt you or overwhelm you. 

Soonyoung groans, his fingers digging into your thigh while he lets Jihoon’s thrusts control the movement over his own cock. Sweat rolling from his hairline, Soonyoung runs his tongue along his lips muttering your name and how good you feel. Under you, Jihoon lets out a soft groan into your ear, his lips brushing the shell of it when he pulls back, using one of his hands to hold your chin so that you will look at him. 

“Eyes on me, I wanna watch you come apart for me.” Soonyoung rolls his eyes, a whine slipping out of his lips feeling himself getting close to his own climax. “For us…my dick is part of this too, you fuck.” You want to laugh, a smile on your lips but Jihoon thrusts upwards only to pull you back down hard over him and Soonyoung causing you to cry out loudly. Your nails are digging into his skin so hard he knows there will be bruises there later but he can’t seem to care. 

“For us, whatever. Just keep your eyes on me, hmm? Just like that…” Jihoon’s thumb runs along your bottom lip causing your mouth to part until he slips it into your mouth pressing down on your tongue while you moan around his finger. Your walls tighten somehow even more around him and Soonyoung when you fall over the edge once again cumming for the second time. 

Jihoon groans into a smirk, his eyes fixed on your face and how you clearly want to close your eyes but you know what he wants so you fight the urge. How your teeth bite down gently around his thumb as you moan his name then Soonyoung’s when the other man’s hand comes down on your hip leaving it red. He finds himself almost sad this was a one time deal. 

Soonyoung’s groan of your name as he follows you with his own climax draws both yours and Jihoon’s attention. His hand against your stomach, Soonyoung pulls you down over him with one hard thrust while Jihoon continues to thrust into you slowly and steadily. “Such a good fucking kitten…” 

With Soonyoung’s mouth latching back onto your neck, soft groans of slight overstimulation slipping from his mouth, you watch while Jihoon comes apart under you. His hand sliding from your face to your chest, breathy moans signaling he is too far gone as you watch bliss wash over his face. A smile pulls at his lips when Jihoon finally holds your hips steady letting Soonyoung pull from you first before he does the same. 

“Holy shit. You are amazing, Y/N.” You hear Jihoon’s words when he pulls you down to the bed, his hand running over your face, that same cloudy feeling in your head. He watches you smile, your teeth tugging at your bottom lip until finally your eyes open to meet his. “Hi.” 

Soonyoung laughs softly falling back on the bed causing you and Jihoon to bounce slightly, an annoyed groan slipping from Jihoon in the process. “Hi, you okay? That was a lot.” Nodding, you lean into Jihoon’s touch and smile again, feeling Soonyoung’s hand slide along your back soothingly. “I’m good, just tired. I’m not sure I could walk to leave right now.” 

Meeting Soonyoung’s eyes, Jihoon shakes his head, a smile on his lips when he looks back down at you. “Why would you leave? Because this was a hookup? Baby…you need a shower and you can stay the night. I know we said no strings attached but…fuck. I’m not saying it needs to be anything more than sex. I just want to see you again.” 

Your eyes raise to meet Jihoon’s, your cheeks warm as you swallow hard at his words. You hadn’t expected him to be the one to bring up seeing you again but you weren’t disappointed he had. “Yeah? I mean…okay. I could stay, and we could do this again. I just didn’t want to assume and especially since Soonyoung…” 

“Since me what? I want to see you again too. I didn’t get to know you at the party and I’m dying to know more about the amazing girl I just railed.” A scoff slips from Jihoon’s lips at Soonyoung’s words. His hand lifted to his face to wipe away sweat and a disappointed look. “Really fucking classy, Soonyoung. “ It’s only when you laugh that both men look at you again, a smile pulling at their lips. 

“I want to get to know you too, both of you. This was fun, like really fucking intense but fun. I do have a question though. Have you two done this before? Bring home a girl, get her all riled up, then share her?” Jihoon chews on his lip avoiding looking at Soonyoung who does the same in favor of just looking at you. Both men nod, a sigh on Jihoon’s lips when he is certain you will change your mind before he can explain himself. 

“I could tell, you two work really well together. I mean you fight like you are married but you can still fuck a girl’s brains out. It’s impressive.” This time it was Jihoon’s turn to be rendered speechless, Soonyoung laughs at his expression leaning up to turn your face towards him pressing a kiss to your lips almost tenderly. “I might love you for that, and I might have to keep you forever.” 

“Dear jesus…what am I getting myself into?” You smile on Soonyoung’s lips hearing Jihoon’s words when he moves from you causing you to whine and reach for him. “I’m not leaving, baby…I’m just going to fill the tub and consider my life choices. How I was unfortunate to end up with him as my best friend and how I got lucky to end up at the same party as you. You know, the important stuff.” 

You laugh as Soonyoung slides up to pull you against him, muttering about how he is the best thing to ever happen to Jihoon. “He would literally be lost without me. You’ll start to feel that way too, kitten. I have a magnetic effect on people.” Feeling the bed dip slightly on the other side of you, Jihoon sighs against your arm when he presses a kiss to your skin. His words were spoken between kisses causing goosebumps to spread with each syllable, “Mm, I would say polarizing effect and I’m the polar opposite.” 

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“Don Quixote” @ 2023 GDA – 230107 

Such a good read and a great writer.

Terrifyingly Innocent [masterlist]

Pairing: Seungcheol x fem!reader

Synopsis: Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friend’s little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day.

Genre: Fluff, angst, fake dating, slowburn, older brother’s best friend!Seungcheol, badboy!Seungcheol, innocent!reader, older brother!Jihoon, non-idol!au, university!au, low-key Crazy Rich Asians!au (Seungcheol is RICH - implied chaebol lifestyle, Jihoon and reader’s family aren’t chaebols and are commoners but well-off)

Warnings: PG-13, specific warnings will be listed per chapter.

A/N: Inspired by One Direction’s ‘Perfect’ and BigBang’s ‘Let’s Not Fall in Love’.

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Take Trouble, Make It Double

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~4.7k | Pairing: csc x f!reader x yjh | Genre: smut, threesome, romance, college au, frat bros!cheol and jeonghan

Summary: It’s not every day you get to fuck your campus crush and your no longer ex-boyfriend, and you’re going to make the most of it. 

Warnings: mention of alcohol, threesome, petnames (good girl, angel, sweetheart, baby), biting/marking, fingering, multiple orgasms, double penetration in one hole, double creampie, cheol doesn’t have abs, implied poly ending

Reader Notes: has a vagina and breasts, referred to as a girl, in a sorority, cums easily, gets lifted by cheol

Shit, you are not drunk enough for a frat party of this magnitude.

Unfortunately, considering that you’re volunteering early tomorrow and it would be hell if you were hungover, you don’t think you’ll drink anymore. Guys won’t stop asking if they can get you another drink and you’re getting tired of saying no, so you decide to head to the kitchen to refill your cup with soda. That should get them off your back, and you need a bit of an energy boost to withstand this party. You’re crossing the crowded living room to get to the kitchen when you spot Jeonghan and feel your heart stop. 

Fuck, you’re in trouble. 

You slept with him a week ago, and tonight, you were thinking of trying to hook up with him again. 

It was… transcendental for you, and you hope it was just as good for him. You wouldn’t know, because he never called. Sure, he doesn’t have your number, but considering your sorority house is neighboring his frat house, it wouldn’t have been hard for him to obtain it. If he wanted to, that is. 

You can only assume he didn’t, which puts a bit of a dent in your plans (and in your heart). You look away from him quickly, walking faster when you notice him push off of the wall he’s leaning against, his eyes on you and his mouth open like he’s about to call out your name. 

You enter the oddly empty kitchen before he can, and you’re in the process of digging through the cooler for a bottle of coke when he appears next to you. You feel him before you see him, one of his hands touching your elbow and offering you a soda from the fridge. How he knew what you wanted, you don’t know. 

“Hey,” he breathes, looking at you with slightly apprehensive eyes, like he’s not sure how he’ll be received. 

You take in a deep breath and force a smile, trying to appear unaffected. “Hey, Jeonghan.”

“I’m glad you’re here, I’ve really been wanting to talk to you,” he says, his hand slipping down from your elbow to tangle his fingers with yours. 

“I live right next door,” you remind him, pulling away to open the bottle and turning from him to fill your cup. 

Out of your view, he bites his lip, cringing at the little bit of hurt that seeps through your mask. 

“I know, and I’m sorry I didn’t reach out. There are… reasons. But still, you didn’t deserve that.”

“Can you tell me the reasons?” You ask curiously, already having accepted his apology in your mind. He sounded sincere, and fuck, you still want him. 

“They involve someone else, and I don’t want to-”

“He didn’t ask you out because I told him I wanted to,” a voice sounds from the doorway, making you jump and look over. 

Your eyes widen when you see who the voice belongs to, your heart pounding at the sight of Seungcheol. You dated in freshman year and he was your first real love, and when he broke up with you, you were devastated. 

He said he was too busy between the fraternity and rugby practice and classes, and while you believed him, you knew that no matter how busy you were, you’d still want to be with him. You’ve managed to avoid him till now, always going to different frats for parties and tailgates, until last week, of course. 

Some of your younger sisters begged you to go, saying they were scared to attend without you, and your protective side kicked in much to your detriment. 

Because at that party, you met Jeonghan, and slept with someone for the first time since Seungcheol, who wasn’t in attendance (thank fucking God). 

You don’t know how to respond, too many thoughts swirling around your head to make sense of anything. You obviously knew they were brothers, but you didn’t realize they were close or you wouldn’t have agreed to go to Jeonghan’s room. 

Jeonghan must not have known you’re Cheol’s ex; if he did, you doubt he would have asked you in the first place. And now apparently Seungcheol wants you again, but Jeonghan wants you too? 

Are you supposed to choose between them or…? 

You always said you’d never take Seungcheol back after he hurt you like that, but now you’re reconsidering. Because he’s here before you, and you still love him like you used to. 

There are still your growing feelings for Jeonghan to consider though, and suddenly being in this empty kitchen with just the two of them is stifling. 

Seungcheol can read you still, comes closer to you on steady feet with sincere eyes, and says, “I never should have broken up with you. I should have held onto you and never let go, but I didn’t, and now it’s probably too late. It would be selfish of me to ask you out now, when I know my best friend could treat you better than I ever did.”

He sounds resigned, and you look to Jeonghan, who’s staring at him with a grateful, melancholy gaze. The ache in your chest is so sharp, your eyes water, and you look back and forth between them hopelessly. 

“I guess I can’t have you both, can I?” You murmur, slumping against the counter and crossing your arms to hold yourself together. 

Their gazes snap to each other and they communicate soundlessly, with gestures and eyebrows and widening eyes, before turning to you and saying, “What if you could?”

You weave through the dancing, drunk crowd, one of your hands caught in Jeonghan’s and the other held by Seungcheol. Your heart is racing and your panties are wet, but you’re doing your absolute best to seem unaffected by the idea of what you’re about to do.

It’s a bit nerve wracking, the concept of two men at once, but you’ve been through sorority recruitment in the blazing heat so you’re pretty sure you can handle anything. 

Some of your sisters would disapprove of this but most would be cheering you on, and through the flashing lights and writhing bodies, you spot your best friend giving you a wide smile and a thumbs up. That’s enough to bolster you, and you hold your head high as you follow Jeonghan to the room he apparently shares with Seungcheol. 

Jeonghan opens the door and ushers you inside, waiting for Seungcheol to cross the threshold and entering behind him, closing the door with a resounding click and muffling the roaring party. 

They close in on you quickly, one set of hands pulling your top off and the other unbuttoning and tugging down your jeans, leaving you standing in your bra and underwear between them. You can feel Seungcheol’s breath on the back of your neck as he leans in to lay kisses along the line of your shoulder, and Jeonghan gives you an easy grin before cupping your face and drawing you into an open mouthed kiss. 

They both know how you like to be touched, and they don’t hesitate to use that knowledge to their advantage. Seungcheol’s hand slides over your stomach and slips into your panties, his fingers gliding through your folds with how wet you already are. He presses his smug grin into your throat, whispers, “Want us that badly, huh?”

You flush from head to toe, suddenly shy, and gasp into Jeonghan’s mouth when Seungcheol finds your clit. He rubs it with the pads of his fingers slowly, gently, knowing you need some time to adjust to the sensation of someone else touching you. 

Jeonghan unclasps your bra with practiced fingers, pulling it down your arms and off before covering your tits with his soft hands. He squeezes them, brushes his thumbs back and forth over your nipples until they’re hard, until you’re pressing your chest into his hands. 

Seungcheol is still rubbing your clit, but his circles are firmer now, more insistent, and you just know he’s going to make you cum like this, know they’re going to make you cum like this. 

They work together to work you up, two of Seungcheol’s fingers sinking into you as Jeonghan breaks the kiss and leans down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. When Seungcheol’s fingertips curl into the patch of nerves inside you, you let out a rough gasp, wilting against his chest as his thumb presses into your clit. 

Jeonghan just breathes a soft laugh, following you and grasping one of your hips with his free hand to hold you steady, to hold you still as you start to climb that mountain. You’re already throbbing, already clenching around Seungcheol’s fingers, and when he starts to fuck you with them, you feel yourself get even wetter. He adds a third and hooks them all into your g-spot as he digs his hips into you, the feeling of his hard cock making you hotter. 

His thumb catches your clit at just the right angle and you start to flutter around his fingers, your pussy locking down on them as Jeonghan bites a stinging mark into the side of your breast. You whimper weakly, resting more of your weight on Seungcheol and knowing he can take it as you break apart between them. 

“There we go, good girl,” Seungcheol murmurs roughly into your neck, one strong arm banding around your waist to hold you to him as you shake and whine and squeeze his fingers. Jeonghan pulls away from your tits to find your lips again, swallowing your sounds and sucking at your tongue as he presses his hard dick against you, moaning lowly into your mouth. 

A shiver wracks through you when Seungcheol grinds his fingers into your g-spot again, before you’ve come down from the first orgasm. You remember how many times he used to make you cum when you were together and swallow nervously, attempting to prepare yourself for his particular brand of overstimulation. 

Jeonghan, on the other hand, ate you out so gently for so long, it’s like you had one continuous, never ending, nearly lethal orgasm. It’ll be interesting to see how their styles combine, and as Seungcheol brings you right back to the edge, you vow to yourself that you’ll take whatever they give you. 

It’s not every day you get to fuck your campus crush and your no longer ex-boyfriend, and you’re going to make the most of it. 

Which means that when Seungcheol whispers, “Again, I want you to cum again,” and Jeonghan mumbles, “C’mon, sweetheart, cum for us,” you listen. Your cunt clamps down and your back arches and your voice wavers as you fall to pieces again.

It’s scary almost, how they can make you cum on command, but you revel in it too, revel in the fact that they know you that well. That with just a few words, they can push you over the edge. 

And hell, you revel in the fact that they want to push you over the edge, that they want you. 

It makes you so wet, you can hear Seungcheol fucking you with his fingers, slick sounds and squelches following every thrust and curl. You know they can hear it too and your cheeks heat, though you’re pretty sure they like it if their labored breathing and hard dicks say anything. 

You’re starting to get sensitive but you won’t stop him, not when Jeonghan slides his hand under Seungcheol’s and knocks his thumb away from your clit so he can swirl circles with his soft fingertips. The stark difference in how they touch you is exhilarating, Seungcheol’s rough fingers inside you combined with Jeonghan’s gentle touch making you cry out. 

You can barely hold yourself up but Seungcheol is strong enough to keep you standing, even as your knees weaken and you slump back against him. Jeonghan doesn’t follow you this time, just keeps circling your clit and watches as you shake and moan and gush for them, a slight smirk curling his lips as he slips his hand down and works two of his slim fingers inside you alongside Seungcheol’s thick three. 

The fullness is more than anything you’ve ever felt. It takes your breath away, saps every last bit of strength from you until their hands on you (and in you) are the only things holding you up. You can’t even make a sound, you’re so overwhelmed, and Jeonghan takes a second to lean in close and ask, “You okay, angel? Is it too much?” 

You can only shake your head, your eyes squeezed shut and your chest heaving as you gasp for air. He starts to pull his fingers out and your hand flies to his wrist, keeping his hand from drawing away. You realize he thinks you were answering the first question, and you force out, “I’m okay. S’not too much.”

He exhales in relief, sinking his fingers back in and saying, “What if we fucked you like this? Both of us in this sweet little cunt. Would you like that, sweetheart?”

“Do you think you could take it?” Seungcheol chimes in, sounding worried and doubtful, as if they’re not currently five fucking fingers deep. 

The words are flowing out of your mouth before you’ve even finished thinking about it. 

“Yes, I can, I want it so fucking bad. Please, I want you both inside of me,” you whimper, one hand clutching Jeonghan’s wrist and the other gripping Seungcheol’s forearm to keep them close to you, though you know they’ll have to pull away if you want their dicks. 

“If you’re sure, sweetheart,” Seungcheol whispers into your throat before pressing a tender kiss to your sensitive skin, his plump lips whisper soft against you. 

“I’m sure,” you whine as you force yourself to let go of their arms, allowing them to withdraw from you. They carry lead you over to one of their twin beds, and for the first time tonight, they seem a little bashful. 

“Sorry it’s so small, the guys would riot if we got double beds and they got singles,” Seungcheol grimaces, helping you take your panties off and lay down before tugging off his shirt. Jeonghan follows suit and you sigh dreamily, watching as they reveal more and more skin. You’re rubbing your legs together by the time they’re done, your eyes darting between them so you can get your fill of both. 

Seungcheol’s cock is long, thick, with veins wrapped around the length like vines, and Jeonghan’s is slightly longer, just a bit slimmer, and curved up. Immediately, you know you want to keep Jeonghan in the front, your pussy aching at the memory of the way he could grind the head of his cock into your g-spot. You like feeling Seungcheol’s buff body behind you anyway, like feeling his firm muscles and his soft tummy and his thick thighs, so this really is the best of both worlds. 

They smile like they know what you’re thinking, and you start to wonder if they do when they join you on the bed and begin maneuvering you. Seungcheol pulls you up by the hands and to the edge of the bed so Jeonghan can lay down in your place, and you feel their hands steady you as you climb astride him, Seungcheol following you. 

Jeonghan lets go to hold his cock in place for you, guiding it to your entrance and watching as you sink down onto him. He lets out a shuddering breath, his eyelids fluttering and his mouth opening on a low moan at the sensation of your hot, wet cunt enveloping his cock. You’re similarly affected, the perfect curve of his dick making your eyes water and your pussy clench. 

“You should be stretched out enough to take me too, but I think Jeonghan should fuck you first just to make sure. Not for too long though, I need you so fucking bad,” Seungcheol says, his voice rough and his hands tight on your hips. He must sense your inability to move, because he does the moving for you, lifting you nearly off Jeonghan’s cock and letting you fall back down as Jeonghan thrusts up. 

A punched out moan escapes your parted lips at the feeling of their hands on you, of Jeonghan filling you, of Seungcheol moving you like a doll. You think about having both of them at the same time, and know you just can’t wait. 

“Want you now, Cheol,” you gasp, reaching back to find his hip and attempting to pull him to you, though he’s too strong for you to move him much. 

“Baby, I don’t know, I don’t want to hurt you,” he’s obviously hesitant, and you don’t want to push him past his comfort levels but fuck, you want him so bad. 

“I can take it, Cheol, I can take you, I promise,” you gasp, already on the verge of begging and nearly on the verge of tears too. “Please, you’ve made me wait long enough.”

That’s the final nail in the coffin, and Seungcheol sighs with resignation as he takes hold of his dick and guides it between your legs. “Okay, sweetheart, okay, but if it’s too much, all you have to do is tell us.”

You nod fervently and lean down, draping yourself over Jeonghan so Seungcheol has a better angle. You can hear the deep breath he takes before he hooks one finger inside you alongside Jeonghan’s cock, then two fingers, then three, before pulling them out and finally replacing them with his dick. 

When he starts to push inside, the sensation steals every last molecule of oxygen in your lungs, leaving you entirely breathless. It’s a good thing you’re resting on Jeonghan’s chest because you’re dizzy, lightheaded, dazed at the stretch you feel. 

Seungcheol goes so slowly you’ve regained your breath by the time he’s fully inside of you, though your chest still feels tight with your pussy at its absolute limit.  

It occurs to you that you’ll never take more than this, that this is the fullest you’ve ever been, ever will be, and you feel a rush of arousal gather around the bases of their cocks, your cunt too tight for much to escape. Seungcheol and Jeonghan have been grunting and groaning with pleasure (or restraint), but when you flood them and squeeze them, they both let out the most delicious whimpers. 

“Are you-” 

“Yes, move,” you moan, not even registering who asked you, your eyes clenched shut and your thighs trembling as you wait. 

Jeonghan moves first, shoving just a bit deeper inside of you before pulling his hips back and sliding in again. You’re wet enough his dick glides against Seungcheol’s, and when he starts to fuck you too, you find yourself in a state of ecstasy so sharp, it nearly hurts. They take a few thrusts to find their rhythm, but eventually they do, and it’s almost more than you can take. 

You’ll never ask them to stop though, never want them to stop. You just need them to fuck you like this forever, fuck you and fill you and keep you. Because you want to be kept by them, and you want them to want to keep you. 

You can’t stop whimpering, your moans blending together until they’re endless, dotted by gasps and sharp cries. Seungcheol and Jeonghan are making noise too, and if you were lucid enough, you’d hope the music outside is loud enough to cover the obvious sounds of sex. 

As it is, you can only lay there and feel each impact of Seungcheol’s and Jeonghan’s hips against yours, every thrust from Seungcheol pushing you into Jeonghan and every thrust from Jeonghan pushing you into Seungcheol. Until Seungcheol wraps his arms around your neck and waist and pulls you up into his body. 

The change in angle makes you cry out, as does the big hand he places on your throat. He doesn’t squeeze, just leaves it there like he knows you like as he and Jeonghan begin moving in unison. Seungcheol holds you in place so they can thrust up into you, and the feeling of them filling you together is somehow even better than them alternating. 

Jeonghan’s eyes trail over your body, his hands following them down down down until one catches on your hip and the other slips between your thighs. When his delicate fingers find your swollen, sensitive clit, you yelp, your hips jolting into them and away as he rubs steady, insistent circles. 

He must be getting close if he’s trying to make you cum, and you can tell by Seungcheol’s sounds and leaking dick that he’s getting close too. You’re almost scared of it, scared of the tidal wave of pleasure that will overtake you when it’s already almost too much, but you know that if they want you to break for them, you will. 

Seungcheol starts sucking marks into the side of your neck, and Jeonghan forces out in a trembling voice, “You gonna cum for us again, angel? Last one, I promise. Just be good for us one last time, please.” 

“Cum, sweetheart, I know you can,” Seungcheol encourages you through gritted teeth. 

And God, you want to be good for them, you want to be Jeonghan’s angel and Seungcheol’s sweetheart, so when you feel it start to build up deep inside, you don’t fight it. You let the stinging bliss coil tighter and tighter in your belly until it shatters, taking you apart at the seams. Your walls clamp down and you nearly force them from you, but they thrust in deep and stay as you cum so hard, you lose all sense of time and space and matter. 

The only tethers you have to this plane of existence are Seungcheol and Jeonghan, and they hold you up and hold you together as you try to swim through the stars in your eyes. You force yourself to wake up when you hear the tell-tale noises of their approaching highs, wanting to be fully present for the moment they fill you. 

Jeonghan and Seungcheol are the only men you’ve ever let cum inside you, and you can’t wait to feel that again, to feel them again. It’ll be different this time, you know, will probably alter your brain chemistry and the trajectory of your life, but you’re ready. 

“Cum for me, I want to feel you both filling me up, please,” you whine, nearly shaking in Seungcheol’s arms out of anticipation. Jeonghan’s face crumples in pleasure, Seungcheol lets out the hottest little whimper you’ve ever heard, and they break together, flooding you with so much cum, you think you’ll burst. 

Their hands grip you tight but you don’t care, wouldn’t mind waking tomorrow to sore spots and lingering reminders of the night you shared with them, of probably the best night of your life. Seungcheol’s hand drops from your neck to wrap around your waist, pulling you into a sweet, soft hug before letting go and slowly lowering you back onto Jeonghan’s chest. 

Jeonghan’s smile is dazed, satiated, satisfied, and he drops it to pout at you expectantly, his eyes hazy and his hand gentling on your hip. You lean in and press your lips to his, humming into his mouth when he swipes his tongue over your bottom lip. He doesn’t deepen the kiss much, eventually tapering off into little pecks and smooches that he dots all over your face. 

“Ready for us to pull out?” Seungcheol asks gently, rubbing your back with his big, rugby-rough hands. 

You nod and breathe, “Go one at a time, please,” bracing yourself for the approaching emptiness and attempting to push off the thoughts and fears of what will happen after this. 

Seungcheol withdraws first, pulling his hips from yours and dragging his softening cock out of your still fluttering pussy before climbing off the bed and heading to his closet. It’s almost odd to just feel Jeonghan inside of you, and you know it’ll feel even weirder not to feel either of them. You’ll just be you again, not you and Seungcheol and Jeonghan, and you can’t say you’re excited. 

It must show on your face because Jeonghan cups your cheeks, presses a quick kiss to your lips, and whispers, “Everything will be okay, I promise.” 

“So do I,” Seungcheol murmurs as he approaches with a towel in hand. 

He holds your hips up so Jeonghan can pull out, a surge of cum following his exit now that there’s nothing keeping it inside. Seungcheol catches it with the towel, wiping at your thighs and dabbing gently at your stretched, sore pussy. 

Jeonghan passes a hand over your hair and waits until you’re as clean as you can get before tilting to the side and carefully sliding out from under you, disappearing from view. You try not to feel lonely without them in bed with you, try to remind yourself that there’s no way this could work, try to steel yourself as you imagine stumbling out of their door and making your way through the party back to your own house. 

You hope they’ll walk you home at least, maybe give you a kiss goodbye before never calling you again, just like before. 

Jeonghan returns clothed in pajamas with a bottle of water from their mini fridge, cracking it open and handing it to you with waiting eyes. You take a sip and he grins, so you take another, realizing how parched you are and practically gulping the whole thing down in one go. 

“Good girl,” he says, taking the empty bottle from you and smirking at the way your eyes snap to his. “What? I wanted to try it out too. Did you like it?” 

“Yes,” you answer honestly, both because you don’t see a point in lying and because you’re loosened up from however many orgasms they gave you. 

“Good,” he smiles easily, leaning down to kiss you softly. “I like it too.”

Seungcheol sits heavily on the bed next to you, dressed in boxers and a shirt you recognize as one you bought for him, a band tee that’s just a bit too big on him. It’s much thinner than you remember, worn in the shoulders and holey along the hem, and it makes you smile to think he’s been wearing it all this time. 

“We have a lot to talk about, a lot to figure out, but I think for now, we should just push the beds together and go the fuck to sleep,” he suggests tiredly, taking your hand in both of his and giving it a loving squeeze. 

Jeonghan nods and points to a door, “We do have our own bathroom, so you can take a shower while we rearrange the room, angel.” 

They want you to… stay? The party seems to be dying down, it would be easy enough for them to slip you out without too many eyes, but it seems that thought hasn’t even crossed their minds. You try to contain the beam but it stretches your lips anyway, a rush of giddiness giving you enough energy to stand on your shaky legs and start to limp over to the bathroom. 

They stand with you, Jeonghan speeding ahead to turn the shower on and Seungcheol reaching out to open the door for you, pressing his warm hand to your lower back as you pass him. Jeonghan presses a kiss to your lips and hands you a towel, reaching his hand into the shower stall and saying, “Should be warm enough for you. We’ll see you soon?” 

You smile a watery smile and respond, “See you soon,” as he exits the bathroom, leaving you with Seungcheol. He brings you into another hug, swaying you like he used to and pressing a kiss to your hair before reluctantly letting you go, holding his hand out to steady you as you climb into the shower. The corners of his mouth quirk up fondly when you refuse to let go, and he pulls your hand up to his mouth to kiss the back of it. 

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be waiting for you. We’ll be waiting for you.” 

He seals his promise with one last kiss before tugging the shower curtain between you and padding away on quiet feet. 

Somehow, you really do think everything will be okay.

AN: this was suggested by an anon and i am eternally grateful bc woooie do i love frat/college aus and jeongcheol

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falling for you - jeon wonwoo

blurb: after joining a new office and job, you find yourself developing a little crush on your coworker wonwoo. will you be able to keep your feelings under control or will things turn into something more between you both?

pairing: coworker!wonwoo x gn!reader

content: fluff, office romance, few curse words here and there, hoshi cameo // lowercase intended

wordcount: 5k

a/n: aaaa i’ve been so excited to write this. i'm blaming this idea on wonwoo’s gda fit because he looked too good that night oof. i hope you all like and enjoy reading! i'd love to know your thoughts on this :)

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you try to calm your nerves as you stand the in the elevator. it was your first day at your new job and it would be an understatement to say that you were panicking and nervous. the elevator door opens and you walk into the office space. people are walking about, busy, while others are working at their desks. you were supposed to meet with a person called jeon wonwoo, but you had no idea where you had to find him or how he even looked. after a few minutes of looking lost and contemplating whom to ask for help, you end up knocking into someone as you turn around.

“oh shit, im so sorry”, you say, looking up to see a tall guy in front of you. his hand reaches out to steady you as you gain back your balance. his free hand adjusts his glasses which had moved when you knocked into him and he observes you, blinking for a few seconds before he speaks.

“can i help you?”, he asks, as if he recognized that you’ve never been here before.

“i’m looking for mr.wonwoo? i was supposed to meet him for my orientation, today’s my first day”, you say and something clicks in his mind.

“right, you’re the new employee”, he says, his voice deep but reassuring. “you can follow me”, he says as he walks ahead, you following beside him.

he leads you to an office and gestures for you to take a seat while he takes a seat too.

“nice to meet you y/n, i'm jeon wonwoo”, he says, reaching out his hand for a handshake. “oh! nice to meet you", you say and hengives you warm smile.

“i'm the team manager and you’ll be working under my team”, he introduces. “if you have any questions or doubts at any point, feel free to come to talk to me”.

that morning, wonwoo gives you brief on the project you were going to help assist the team on. he introduces you to the other team members and gives you time to introduce yourself to the others before showing you your desk where you would work. at lunch break, you just follow the crowd as they all walk towards the cafeteria and you find yourself sitting quietly at another table, not sure how to make conversation with the others. you were nervous about how your new friends would perceive you.

“can i join you?”, a deep voice asks, knocking you out of your thoughts. you look up and it's wonwoo. “sure”, you say and he sits down.

“nervous?”, he asks and you nod again, getting shy. you weren’t the best at social interactions so you were trying your best to not make a fool of yourself in front of wonwoo.

“i'm excited to see how you’ll contribute to the team”, he says, after a few bites of his food, making you smile softly. “thank you, i'm excited too”. you observed wonwoo and found yourself admiring how handsome he was.

back home when you lay in bed, your mind wanders to wonwoo and how he was pretty cute, and handsome he was, especially with the glasses that framed his face perfectly, making him somehow even more charming. you find yourself smiling at that thought only to end up realizing what you were doing and mentally smacking yourself afterward. you would not, never in a million years develop a crush on your coworker.

as the next week goes by, you become busy with the project but you’re also still a bit lost on how things exactly work here. hoshi, one of your team members quickly befriended you and showed you around everything. he was a really sweet soul, and you were grateful. you were scheduled for a meeting with wonwoo later today to get approval on a few designs before proceeding, and you worked the whole night preparing your presentation and what to say so you were confident. but once you find yourself standing in front of wonwoo’s office door, the nerves capture you. you take a deep breath and knock on the door before entering.

“good morning”, he says, his voice gorgeously deep as you sit down opposite him. “how have you been adjusting? all okay?”, he asks, looking at you. his hair falls slightly over his eyes, making him look cute in a way. you cleared your throat, emptying your mind from your not-so-friendly thoughts before answering.

“i think im getting used to the place, but it’s been nice so far. hoshi has been really helpful in showing me how things work”, you say and he nods with a slight chuckle. "he's like that, always so energetic and hardworking", wonwoo adds.

the presentation goes well and you’re relieved, your heart is happy with the compliments and feedback wonwoo gave you and you go to your desk, humming, not knowing you were smiling like an idiot.

“what’s got you all happy?”, hoshi asks. “oh, um, nothing”, you mumble awkwardly as you sit down. “i can move ahead since my designs got approved”, you add, hoping to provide some context to him. but he just raises his eyebrow at you, like he knows what you've been thinking about wonwoo.

as you went to work every day, you still struggled a bit to mingle and interact with your coworkers. you still were a bit more on the shy and quiet side and it took you a bit more time to open up to everyone or feel comfortable talking freely without overthinking or getting anxious. the only person whom you would really talk to is hoshi, and he now gave you company at the cafeteria, where he would tell the funniest stories or interesting things he's come across lately, making you laugh.

on one of the nights, you found yourself working late at the office, past the working hours. you had really wanted to finish up on a few designs since your presentation was the next day, and you wanted to have something cohesive for the client. you were at your desk, so involved in your work that to didn’t notice the extra three hours that flew by. you looked out the window next to you and it was dark now, the streets lit and cars on the road as people were heading back home.

“working late today?”, a voice asks from behind you, and you don’t need to turn around to know who it was – wonwoo. “yeah, i’m just finishing up some stuff for the client presentation tomorrow”, you say. “you're working late too?”, you ask because it was only you and wonwoo at the building floor now, everyone had gone home a while back.

"yeah”, he hums. “are you done? i don’t want you overworking, it’s pretty well past your working hours”, wonwoo adds. “oh-i was just finishing up”, you add and he nods at this information. “but isn’t it well past your working hours too?”, you prompt and he chuckles lightly pushing his glasses back up his nose. “well, work never seems to end for me”, he tells.  “see you tomorrow then”, wonwoo adds as he walks away. the scent of his cologne still hangs in the air as you pack your things up, shutting down the computer and grabbing your bag before walking out.

deciding to grab some dinner, you head to one of your new favourite places in the neighborhood - a ramen café that made some really damn good ramen. but tonight, it seems like everyone wanted to eat here and there was a queue outside. you walked up, taking a spot in the queue. finally, after a bit of waiting the sever guides you to a table. you look around and wonder where possibly you would be seated because all the seats were taken. and that’s when you hear the waiter tell you to sit at the table with the lonely man. and when you look, the lonely man was non-other than wonwoo. wonwoo looks at you puzzled as you look at him but the waiter who’s already walked off. you awkwardly take a seat opposite wonwoo, ready to blast out a full explanation so you don’t look like some weird stalker.

“i didn’t know you’d be here too, i just wanted some ramen”, you start and ramble on about how the waiter just asked you to sit here, giving wonwoo an explanation he clearly didn’t ask for. he’s just sitting there listening to you as he just blinks his eyes. you realize what you’ve been doing and stop, slowly eating your words as you give wonwoo a nervous smile. “sorry he just asked me to sit here, with the lonely guy”, you say in air quotes, biting your tongue. your hands find the menu in front of you, hoping for a distraction.

“didn’t realize i was being labeled as the ‘lonely guy’, over here”, he says amused. “well i guess tonight Ii won’t be a lonely guy since you’re with me”, he adds, making your heart warm up for some reason.

you both order and wait. you watch wonwoo as he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt as he gets ready to eat, not wanting to spill anything on his sleeves. but that just makes him look so much hotter than before and you think you’re losing now, your mind going haywire with thoughts and you’re trying to not stare at his arms. you really needed to put a leash on your feelings. you gulp and look down. when you look back up, wonwoo is already looking at you. “so, tell me about yourself, what do you like to do outside of work?”, he asks, sparking a conversation. you answer, hoping that he can’t see how nervous you are as you fumble with your fingers on your lap.

“what about you?”, you ask once you've answered.

“i like to read, though i rarely have time nowadays”.

the food comes and you both eat. you learn that wonwoo likes to read and likes cats, which was honestly so cute. when it’s time to pay, wonwoo hands his card to the waiter, just as you hand out yours.

“i’ll pay, don’t worry about it”, he says. “you don’t have it”, you prompt but he pays anyway. you thank him again outside and you’re just about to part ways when he asks. “do you live nearby?”. you blink at him. “yeah, but i can take a taxi”.

“i’ll drop you, besides it’s pretty late”, he says.

“it’s fine, I don’t want to bother you anymore”

"i really don’t mind”, he says so that’s how you’re now in his car as he drives you home. you just fumble with your coat buttons the entire time as you give him directions. you're nervous to start a conversation with him. why was making small talk so intimidating?

“thank you so much, you’ve been really kind”, you say as you step out of the car.

“see you tomorrow”, wonwoo says as you give him a small wave before leaving.

ever since that unexpected dinner with wonwoo, you couldn’t seem to stop thinking about him. you found your gaze lingering on him in the office, stealing glances at him. it’s like he’d taken up a part of your mind and you knew where your feelings were going but you refuse to admit it, to give in to it because you’re scared. And you would hate to make things weird between you both too.

“y/n, you remember the meeting with the clients is in the evening right? you’ll be going with wonwoo”, hoshi reminds you. “yup, i know, thanks for the reminder though”, you say and he smiles, giving you a thumbs up as he leaves. after a few hours, you pack your laptop and notebook with notes and hurry downstairs to the parking lot. you look around for wonwoo, not being able to spot him anywhere. Just then, the elevator door opens and he comes walking out as he adjusts his tie as walks towards you. he was wearing a fine suit and it would be an understatement to say that he looked jaw-dropping good.

“sorry if i kept you waiting”, he says as he opens the car door, gesturing for you to get it. “oh- no problem, i just came too”, you say, trying to get your thoughts together as you sit inside the car. during the entire car ride, you force yourself to train your eyes on the road and the conversation mostly consists of the meeting set up with the client.

After the client meeting which went pretty well, you both walk out of the building. “good job today”, wonwoo says. You smile at these words. “thank you”, you mutter softly. you glance at your phone and notice the time – it was dinnertime, well a bit past dinnertime and it would be a lie to say that you weren’t feeling hungry.

“do you want to get dinner? my treat since you bought the ramen last time”, you offer wonwoo and he smiles nodding his head. “sure”.

after dinner, you notice wonwoo checking his watch a few times.

“am i taking up your time? do you have somewhere to be?”, you ask.

“no, just mi-sun might be waiting”, he says. mi-sun? you can see the smile form on wonwoo’s face as he talks about mi-sun.

“she’s the sweetest. i stumbled upon her at a café and we’ve been irreplaceable ever since.”, he says. wait…so wonwoo has a girlfriend?

“oh, that sounds sweet. what does she do?”, you ask.

“what do you mean?”, he asks, confused.

“your girlfriend mi-sun, what does she do?”, you repeat and wonwoo bursts into a chuckle.

“mi-sun is my cat”, he says and you feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassment that you would love nothing more than to go hide in the corner right now.

“shoot im so sorry, i shouldn’t have assumed”, you stutter out.

“it’s understandable, i didn’t mention she was a cat to start with so it’s my fault too”.

“she’ll just be hungry since i didn’t leave much food for her in the morning”, he adds for context. wonwoo proceeded to show you a few pics if mi-sun and you coo at her. she was a beautiful cat.

it’s been over five months now and you’ve gotten into a rhythm for work. because of a corporate event coming up, you had been a bit busier than usual, planning a lot of things and helping out with the arrangements. you had been working with wonwoo a lot with getting the arrangements and managing the event, making sure it ran smoothly.  and over those five months, you found yourself slowly falling more and more for wonwoo. you knew your feelings but decided to keep them to yourself, no matter how much you wanted to admit it but you would not, could not – you didn’t want to lose this friendship you had with wonwoo because you were selfish and wanted something more.

it's finally d-day for the event that you spent a good month planning and organizing and you were feeling a bit nervous, hoping that everything went smoothly. you stand in front of the mirror and look at yourself one last time before leaving. you chose to wear a cute formal outfit and a new pair of shoes. you reach the event a bit early and help the others with some last-minute coordination before it starts.

you’ve been walking about ever since the event began and the unusually high heels that you don’t normally wear have started making your feet ache, a dull throbbing in your feet, but you ignore it. you finally get to take a seat and your eyes search for wonwoo to win the crowd. where was he? and that’s when you spot him he looks gorgeous and ridiculously handsome tonight that your jaw really did drop to the floor. it was like time stopped as you looked at him. fuck. he looked so good, you could feel yourself getting nervous just looking at him. he was laughing at something someone said, his smile pretty, making your heart leap. the glasses he wore tonight made him look so much hotter and his hair oh my god. that’s when you realised how bad your little crush on wonwoo actually was. his eyes find yours and he smiles. you look away, hoping he didn’t catch you starting before he excuses himself and starts making his way to you. you gulp, trying to calm your nerves. why were you so nervous all of a sudden? pull yourself together you say to yourself as wonwoo approaches you.

"hi", he said, his deep voice like music to your ears. "hi wonwoo!”, you say a little too enthusiastically.

“i was looking for you”, he says making your ears perk up. “you look really good tonight”, he adds, his eyes raking your body, making you smile shyly at his words as your heart races. “thank you. and you too, you look really cool”, you say and he smiles back, making butterflies erupt in your stomach once again. you avert your gaze in your nervousness before looking back up again to see him still looking at you. his smile was so stupidly pretty gosh. you both end up getting split up again because you both had to manage different things. once the event was over, everyone was heading to the buffet for dinner but you just wanted to go home and your feet were killing you now. you were really regretting wearing the new shoes now because it was starting to give you a shoe bite. plus being in the crowded environment had really drained you tonight. you weren't the most social person, so right now all you wanted was some quiet and peace and your bed. you bid goodbye to your teammates and friends and start walking out when you hear a voice calling out for you.

“y/n!”, you turn to see wonwoo running over to you.

“i heard you’re leaving. not staying for the dinner?”, he asks like he’s concerned and also like ‘how come you didn’t say goodbye to me?’

“i’m just a bit tired so thought i’d retire early for the night”, you say. it was like wonwoo was disappointed i little - like he was hoping you’d stay but he didn’t say anything. you bid him goodbye and walk a few steps when you feel a pain in your ankle, letting out a low curse. finding a chair to sit on, you quickly take off your show to see a bruise that had just started bleeding too. you take a tissue off the table and wipe the blood, rummaging through your small bag for a band-aid, which you don’t find. you’re just about to wear your shoe again when wonwoo appears in front of you again.

“did you get hurt?”, he asks, looking at your ankle, noticing the small bruise and blood wiped on the tissue. “does it hurt?”, he asks, worried, sitting down next to you. “i can manage i think”, you say, putting the show back on when wonwoo stops you. “it’s going to bruise more if you walk again, let me get you a band-aid”, he offers, standing up and running in the other direction that you don’t even have time to stop him.

he comes back a few minutes later with a bandaid in his hand, giving it to you. you thank him, quickly putting the bandaid on your bruise and wearing your shoe again, standing up. “i should get going”, you say. “yeah of course. i hope you had a good time”, he says. “i hope you did too”.

that night you get home tired and your feet aching. you change and crash into bed when you get a string of texts from your best friend asking you how the event was. you may or may not have told them about your little crush on your coworker wonwoo and tonight they were absolutely adamant about knowing all the details on how he looked tonight since you had texted earlier freaking out at how good he looked. you put your phone down for a quick second to grab your earphones and pick up your phone again, not bothering to see that your finger tapped on something else on the screen.

your eyes find the voice message button and you start it, raving and rambling on about how good wonwoo looked. “oh my god wonwoo looked so good tonight”, you squeal, punching your pillow as you continue talking. “he was wearing like this low cut shirt, i was losing my mind the entire time i couldn’t even look him straight in the eye. and his glasses fuck he looks so hot with them I can’t. and his hair was styled so well that just made him look even hotter. there’s just something about him that’s so attractive you know. he just looked so damn hot tonight that I think my little crush on him is now a full-blown crush god.”, you finally end the message with another excited squeal and send the voice message. you throw your phone beside you and look at the ceiling. you really were swooning over wonwoo now, pretty badly too and no matter how hard you tried to downplay your feelings, they would always erupt back up whenever you saw or were around wonwoo. he just had that effect on you.

your phone pings and you open it, seeing a text from your best friend – “yo where's the description of your crush tonight, i need all the details SPILL”

huh? i just sent it right? but you don’t see the voice message in the chat and you’re confused. you scroll through your most recent chat and right below your best friend was wonwoo’s chat. you open it and see the voicemail that you sent. the one that was meant for your best friend, but got sent to wonwoo instead – fuck.

no. i did not. you realize you just fucked up big time. you quickly scramble to delete it but no use because there’s a tick mark indicating that wonwoo read the message. he saw it – or should i say heard me basically cry and swoon over him. “fuck fuck fuck”, you let out, throwing your phone aside and burying your face in your pillow.  "i’m such an idiot”, you groan into the pillow, overthinking ever single scenario possible that could happen now.

how the hell were you going to face him tomorrow morning? he definitely had to think you were some super weird person now. what if he fired me oh god. you went through some pretty bizarre scenarios before you finally managed to fall asleep.

that morning, you struggle to get to work. you’re honestly contemplating calling in sick so you could avoid confronting wonwoo or just seeing him because you were so embarrassed. thinking about what you had done last night made you want to throw your phone away and hide somewhere. but then you decide that it would be weirder if you skipped going and besides you had some projects to complete and deadlines to meet. you reach work trying your best to avoid wonwoo in the elevator so you take the emergency staircase to your floor. you peek out and make sure the coast is clear before stepping out. you manage to shuffle towards your desk and quickly open the book nearest to you so that you look busy.

it's lunchtime now and you hadn’t seen wonwoo yet, which was a relief. you decide to skip lunch, too scared to bump into wonwoo at the cafeteria and stay behind, saying that you weren’t hungry as your other team members left to eat. you hide your face in the newspaper as you scan the room for any sign of wonwoo.

“not having lunch?”, a voice asks, making you jump.  you look up seeing wonwoo. Shit.

“n-no, i'm not really hungry today”, you mumble and he nods at this information. you quickly excuse yourself to the washroom before he can say anything else, face-palming yourself as you hide in the bathroom for the rest of the lunch hour.  how the hell was you supposed to continue working here after you basically gave an direct confession to wonwoo that you liked him? should i quit? maybe i should start looking for another job.

the entire week you’ve been acting weird and suspicious, not really eating lunch or going anywhere besides your desk because you just wanted to avoid wonwoo. and you knew that wouldn’t last long because he was in fact your team leader, so you were going to have to meet at some point, but avoiding him felt better for now. that was until you were summoned to wonwoo’s office in the afternoon to discuss the new project you would be taking on.

“hi”, you say as you take a seat. you don’t meet his eye, shy and still embarrassed about the voicemail. you try to observe wonwoo’s behavior and demeanor but nothing’s changed. he gives you a brief on the project and what is needed for you to do and you take notes like you usually do. after the meeting is over, you’re about to get up when wonwoo stops you.

“you didn’t eat lunch today either”, he says, a hint of worry in his voice. “i wasn’t hungry”, you lie and he looks at you.

“are you avoiding me?”, he asks straight forward. “n-noo”, you answer a little too quickly. “if you’re trying to avoid me because of that voice message please don’t”, he says and the elephant in the room is finally being addressed. you look down, closing your eyes for a second before trying to give him an explanation for the voice message.

“firstly im so sorry that was a mistake”, you say, your gaze flickering between him and your notebook. he still made you nervous.

“that was meant for someone else”, you let out and he raises an eyebrow at this new information.

“it was a mistake”, you say softly, giving him a nervous smile.

“please don’t avoid me, i don’t want things to get awkward between us because of a voice message”, he adds and you nod in understanding.

“so", he says as he clears his throat. "do i really make you nervous?”, he asks, leaning forward. you suck in a breath and look down before looking back up again. you don’t know what comes over you as words start leaving your mouth. “i really do like you”, you say, your hand quickly going to cover your mouth after what you just said. what was wrong with me .he smirks softly at what you just said. “i didn’t say that”, you whisper nervously.

“you’re cute when you’re shy”, he says, making your heart leap in your chest. did wonwoo just call you cute? was this actually happening?

that night you literally punch your pillow a million times recalling the moment wonwoo called you cute. but does that mean he likes me too? or was he just saying that? you were confused but every time you recalled the moment, and ended up smiling like an idiot.

it’s been a few days since your confession to wonwoo and you’re still trying to play it cool and lowkey try to avoid him, which seems impossible now because you’re assigned to work on another project with him, the one he briefed you on a few days back. he’s in work mode and just looks so cool in his element. you have to shake yourself up and peel your eyes away from him, focusing on your own work. because of a few misunderstandings between the client, they needed the initial presentation on the proposed design a bit earlier, so you were putting in extra hours to get that completed, staying later than usual to complete it. wonwoo is still here too, busy with his own work which like he said before, never seems to end.

it's dinnertime and you’re hungry but you can’t leave yet, not quite done with what you needed to finish today. you sip on some water and ignore the hunger in your stomach. ten minutes later you hear the rustling of a plastic cover and turn around to see wonwoo walking towards you with a few containers.

“i got us some dinner”, he says, taking a seat in the empty chair beside you. “thank you”, you say, honestly really grateful because you were really really hungry. you end up taking the first few bites too quickly and wonwoo notices, telling you to eat slowly. you both eat barely making any conversation.

“you’re a really good person y/n”, wonwoo says, breaking the silence. “it’s really a joy to work with you and see you every day”, he says. this was it, he was going to draw a line and reject you. you gulped, preparing yourself. “honestly when you first joined, i was intrigued about you. and over these last few months of getting to know you better, you seem like a really fun person. and over the last few days, i’ve tried to gather my thoughts and feelings about you and i want to get to know you more”, he says, making you tilt your head to the side, confused.

“would you like to go out for dinner with me, or maybe coffee?”, he asks and it takes you a whole 30 seconds before you realize that wonwoo is asking you out.

“i-i would love that”, you say, trying to hide the smile that wants to burst on your face.

“that voicemail though, It still makes me laugh whenever i hear it”, he says. “you didn’t delete it??”, you ask. “why would i?, he says, teasing you. “you’re unbelievable”, you let out, crossing your arms over your chest. and that’s how you ended up dating your coworker whom you swore you would never fall for.

bonus: three months into dating, it's mostly a secret right now among your coworkers. expect hoshi, boy is too quick to pick up on these things and is just so happy for you and will tease you about it too. so then one night you and wonwoo are in his office trying to finish up something and everyone is gone, it's just the both of you. wonwoo puts the papers down and pulls your chair closer to him, making you look up at him. and before you can say anything he kisses you. "wonwoo!", you exclaim, getting shy. "what? no one is here hm", he adds with a chuckle. "oh yeah", you say, remembering it was just you two. "in that case, i could use another kiss?", you tell with a smile, leaning in to kiss wonwoo. and maybe ya'll do end up forgetting about the work for a few minutes...

pls tell me all your thoughts on this, did you like it 😭

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Adore You | Chapter 1 | kmg x f!reader

I'd walk through fire for you, Just let me adore you

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2k | Genre: rom com, fluff, smut, office au

Warnings: power imbalance bc reader is his boss but he’s the one doing the pursuing, personal assistant!mingyu, he’s such a simp, mention of food, suggestive thoughts

Reader Notes: wears a skirt and heels, boss bitch, touch starved, gets nails done, wap, referred to as a woman

Mingyu glances at his watch, noting that it’s near lunch, and shuffles around the papers on his desk wishing he didn’t have bad news to give you. The end date of the project you’re overseeing will have to be delayed again, and he knows you won’t be happy.

You won’t take it out on your team - you understand that things happen - but it means you’ll have to explain to the higher ups why you need another month and talking to them always puts you in a sour mood. 

It’s likely because you and everyone else in this building knows you’re more qualified and better suited to the role than the six old men in that big conference room are, but until one of them retires or dies, you’re stuck where you are. That means Mingyu is stuck where he is too, but he truly would be happy to stay here forever. 

Mingyu has been your personal assistant for six months now. He’s a bit clumsy, and he tends to order the exact same coffee as you so he has an extra just in case, and he once forgot his own strength and knocked so hard on your frosted glass door, it shattered, but he’s still good at lots of things!

He’s attentive, eager, sharp, and he can always anticipate what you need before you even ask for it. He’s a pro at taking care of you, making sure you don’t work yourself too hard and that you drink plenty of water and eat regular meals.

He does everything for you, everything but your job, and ensuring that you’re happy and content and well cared for is one of his greatest strengths. 

Which is why he’s borderline devastated when he overhears you on the phone. Your voice isn’t loud from his desk, but he’s trained his ears to listen for you and listen they do. You’re not talking about him, thank God, but you are talking about the boyfriend you just broke up with.

You were dating him when Mingyu first started, and from the one and only time he met him at the office, he knew he wasn’t anywhere near good enough for you. Apparently, he even turned out to be bad for you, stressing you out and hurting your feelings and, worst of all (to you), he couldn’t make you cum. 

That’s shocking to Mingyu. He’s always been a giver during sex, gaining more pleasure from making someone else feel it rather than taking it for himself, but he knows not all guys are like that. This one didn’t even try, it seems from your complaints, and he can’t believe you lived like that for all these months. 

He doesn’t doubt you’ve cum in the meantime, he knows women masturbate just like men do, but hearing that you’ve been so neglected has his stomach churning.

If it were him, he’d have to loosen you up with two or three orgasms before he could even fit his cock inside you, and if you let him in without a condom, he’d obviously have to clean you up with his mouth after, guaranteeing a grand total of four minimum. 

To think that you’ve been giving yourself to that man and getting nothing in return…

Mingyu doesn’t think he can let that stand. 

So, he comes up with a plan.

Step 1. Show you how well he knows you.

Mingyu starts by rescheduling your non-essential lunch meeting, recognizing in your voice that you need some time to yourself, and orders your favorite from the place down the street. He’ll run out to pick it up in half an hour, leaving him just enough time to break the bad news to you. He hates that he’ll have to put even more of a damper on your day, but it’s better that you know now so you can adjust accordingly. 

He rolls his chair back and stands, reaching his hands up to the ceiling in a stretch before straightening his clothes out and running a palm over his hair to ensure it’s all in place. There’s a piece that always breaks free from the pomade and drives him crazy, but he doesn’t want to use too much and look all greasy. Predictably, the lock falls against his forehead and he rolls his eyes before popping a mint into his mouth and smoothing on some lip balm. 

You hung up with your friend a few minutes ago and he can’t hear you anymore, just his own footsteps on the marble as he walks the six feet to your door and knocks. You call out a low, “Come in,” and he turns the knob as gently as he can. You have a corner office on the fifteenth floor and the view is spectacular, but when he steps foot inside, all he can see is you. Your eyes are rimmed in red, your lashes are clumped together, and your lips are puffy, the smile they stretch in forced and false. 

“What’s up, Mingyu?” You ask, your voice a bit scratchy and your tone overly bright. 

“So… Joshua sent over the project report, and it looks like they’ll need three more weeks.”

He imbues his words with apology, finishing with his eyebrows pushed together and his lip bitten between his teeth. You heave a great sigh, your perfect posture melting as you set your elbows on the wood of your desk and drop your face into your palms. 

“God, can just one thing go right today?”

He shifts on his feet, staying silent as you process what exactly needs to be done. It’s fascinating to watch the thoughts play out on your face, the frustration and urgency and finally, the acceptance. 

“Okay, I’ll have to call Terry and let him know. He won’t be happy but I don’t fucking care,” you turn and stare out the window as you speak, sinking back into your chair and kicking off your heels. “They have their three weeks, and if they need to extend it again, I need to know now. Is there anything else?”

You sound so weary, like if he placed one more burden upon your shoulders, you’d collapse under the weight of it all. If Mingyu could, he’d carry all of your problems for you, hell, he’d carry you, but he can’t so he just squeezes his hands into fists behind his back, his fingers tingling with the desire to reach out to you. 

“Nothing bad,” he promises. “I pushed your 1 PM meeting to tomorrow and I’m picking up your regular from Diane’s. I thought you might want a breather, I hope that’s okay.”

You usually don’t mind changes to your schedule, as long as they’re not last minute additions that keep you here later, but he still worries about doing things without your permission. Your eyes leave the window, your gaze finding him, and he does his best not to shrink under your intense stare. Until tears start to gather on your lashes, that is. 

Then, he rushes to you, his hands hovering over your form, desperate to comfort you but not wanting to cross any boundaries. He speaks all at once, his words flying out so fast, they’re almost unintelligible.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can move it back! I’ll move it back, it’ll be okay,” he soothes, petting the air around you as if that could do anything. 

“No, don’t move it,” you warble, your hands coming up to cover your face. “That’s just so thoughtful of you, Mingyu. That’s exactly what I need, a breather. Can I tell you something personal?”

Mingyu rushes to nod, his eyes wide and his breath stuck in his chest as you wipe away the tears on your cheeks. You glance away from him, your lips tightening and your brows tilting in a frown, “Derek and I broke up last night. I broke up with him, at least, but it still hurts. I mean, I wasted seven months on him, and the most thoughtful thing he ever did was throw an extra beer in the fridge for me every once in a while. I don’t even like beer.”

Defeat is clear in your voice, as is some measure of self-hatred. He doesn’t know what to say, beyond being sure he shouldn’t mention what else Derek wasn’t good at. He could tell you about his own disastrous breakup last year, or how it’s actually easy to do nice things for you, or that he’d be happy to do some very nice things for you, if only you’d ask. 

Instead, he says, “You deserve better,” and clenches his fists again when you just send him a sad smile and nod half-heartedly. 

His phone buzzes in his pocket, likely a text letting him know your order is ready for pick up, and he wishes he had a personal assistant of his own to send out so he could stay here with you. But he doesn’t, so he looks down at you from where he stands in front of your desk, longing to bundle you up and put you in his pocket so nothing and no one can ever hurt you again. 

That would be inappropriate, and impossible, and likely something you’re too independent for anyway. 

“I have to go get the food, can I grab you anything while I’m out?” He asks, his voice much softer than his words. 

You shake your head again, “No, thank you, Mingyu. Did you get something for yourself?” 

“No, I brought my lunch today,” he smiles, canines pushing against his bottom lip. 

“I should probably start doing that,” you sigh. “I bet yours is delicious, people still talk about the cake you made for Wonwoo’s birthday.” 

“I could start making a lunch for you, if you want,” Mingyu offers before he can actually think about it, about how intimate and domestic it would feel, packing a lunch for you and knowing you’re eating food he made with his own two hands. 

“Oh no, that’s way out of your pay grade, I couldn’t put you out like that.”

“I insist! Please let me,” he begs, clasping his hands together and bringing them up under his chin as he widens his eyes and pushes out his bottom lip. It takes less than thirty seconds for you to fold, your polite refusal defenseless against his expert pouting skills.  

“Fine!” You throw your hands up. “If you really want, you can make me lunch too. But you have to stop as soon as you don’t want to do it anymore, and that’s an order.”

God, he loves your stern voice. 

“Yes, ma’am,” Mingyu beams triumphantly, rocking back and forth on his heels to contain the excited energy flowing through him. He’s already brainstorming recipes in his head, taking into account your allergies and preferences, and he thinks he’ll have enough ideas to at least last him the month. 

“I’ll be back in twenty with the food,” Mingyu assures you as he backs up to your door, not wanting to take his eyes off you for a single second. You return your attention to your computer but look at him just long enough to smile gently and say, “Thank you, Mingyu. You’re the best.”

That little bit of praise from you makes him float all day. 

All the way through your afternoon meetings, all the way home on the subway, and all the way up to his apartment, where he immediately sits down to start a pinterest board for your daily lunches. He doesn’t even undress, just gets right to work searching for recipes and making pins of ideas he already has. 

He also maybe buys new tupperware and a classy little lunchbox to bring your containers in, and pays extra to have it arrive tonight. 

One can never be too prepared when it comes to seducing one’s boss. 

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Matilda Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Fem!Reader Series: SVT x Harry’s House Tags: 1.8k, Wedding!AU, Angst, Comfort, Found Family.  Summary: “You can let it go. You can throw a party full of everyone you know. You can start a family who will always show you love. You don’t have to be sorry, no.”

Warnings: re-opened emotional wounds, family/childhood trauma, abandonment, bad parents, lots of tears both happy and sad. The underlying reasons for sadness are rough, but there is a lot of love and healing in this piece. 

“Cheol…”

Jeonghan’s voice is tight, throat constricted with emotion and both Seungcheol and Joshua look at him in the mirror’s reflection already wary of what he’s about to say. Joshua finishes fixing Seungcheol’s tie and he lays a hand on his shoulder. “Superstitions be damned,” he sighs, “She needs you more than anyone else right now.”

Seungcheol thanks his groomsmen and quietly exits the suite. The partners of his friends, your bridesmaids, are filtering out as he nears, all giving him a heartfelt nod or pat on the arm. He takes a deep breath, pushing back his anger, and opens the door of your suite. 

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