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“Mom, it’s beautiful. Thank you again for helping me stay here.” 

Your mom is on speakerphone as you unpack your suitcase in a hotel room you could never afford to book for yourself. She always asks you to call her when you’ve made it to your destination, whether it’s just up the street or across the continent. You look around at the forest green walls and plush, intricate cream colored carpet. Walking over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, you pull back the lacy beige curtains to look down at the city below you. 

“Of course, sweetie. Those points were just collecting dust, so I figured I should let someone put them to good use.” Your mom chuckles and lets out a soft sigh. She doesn’t travel often, but she’s very savvy with her credit cards to save up points for you to use on occasion. 

“I appreciate it, this place just feels way too nice for me to be allowed to stay here,” you laugh as you carry your toiletry bag and bath sheet to the bathroom. Hotel towels tend to be small for you, so you’ve started bringing your own.

If the expensive artwork that adorned the lobby walls wasn’t enough to make you feel out of place, the crystal water glasses on the marble bathroom counter sure were. The whole hotel has a dark elegant aesthetic that you find absolutely breathtaking. 

“You’ve been working hard lately, y/n. You deserve a break! I know it’s been a while since you’ve been able to take time off,” your mom reminds you. 

You take a deep breath as you head back into the main room, recalling the frustrating conversation with your boss that led to you being able to be here. Work has felt impossible lately given how understaffed the office has been, and you practically had to beg for a few days off. She reluctantly agreed as long as you put in a few hours of overtime when you returned. You complied with zero hesitation— you’d do anything to make it to the concert. 

“You’re right, I know. I’ll definitely be making the most of my time out of the office.” You wait for your mom’s reply as you start pulling clothes out of your open suitcase. After another beat of silence, she takes a deep breath. 

 “Be safe, honey. You know how I feel about you traveling alone.” You can hear her nerves through the phone. She’s such a worrier. 

Putting your folded clothes in one of the ornate dresser drawers, you attempt to reassure her. “I know, I know. I’ll be meeting up with some friends tomorrow so I’ll be in good company. I’ll send lots of pictures, and you have my location.” 

“Okay, okay. You’re right. You’re a big girl, I know you can take care of yourself.” She chuckles at herself for being so overbearing. “Have fun, honey. I can’t wait to see pictures.” 

“I’ll send you so many pictures, you’ll regret asking for some,” you laugh as you zip up your empty suitcase to stash it in the closet. 

After finishing up your phone call, you head for the bathroom to wash your face. Feeling tired after the long drive, you need a quick refresh before settling in for the evening. You woke up before sunrise to drive here, so a nap may be in order. 

Once you’ve sufficiently dried your face with a towel that probably costs more than your face wash, you waltz over to your king sized bed and flop down belly first. Your eyes feel heavy as you let your body relax for what feels like the first time in weeks. You have a long weekend ahead of you, with two nights in a row of seeing your favorite boys, so you should rest while you can. You let your limbs sink into the plush mattress and allow yourself to drift off. Just a short nap, and then you’ll go get some dinner downstairs.  

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You wake with a jolt as your subconscious reminds you that you forgot to set an alarm. You frantically reach for your phone to check the time, letting out a deep sigh of relief when you see you’ve only slept an hour. You roll onto your back, dropping your phone next to you and rubbing your face in an attempt to get your body to catch up with your brain. Once your heart rate settles a bit you sit up in your still-made bed. 

As you lay atop the fluffy comforter, your groggy mind wanders to the events of tomorrow. You run through your plans for the day, starting with brunch down the street with some friends you’ve made online. You haven’t seen them since the last tour, and you know it’ll be a tearful reunion. Having long distance internet friends is tough, but the time you get to spend together makes up for it, no matter how infrequent. 

After brunch, you’ll all be heading to the venue. Following the pre-show excitement outside the venue, it’ll be time to line up for soundcheck. It’ll be your first time experiencing soundcheck for Ateez, and the thought of being so close to the members causes a familiar uneasiness to settle in the pit of your stomach. 

Butterflies. Every night before going to a concert,  you have uncontrollable butterflies in your stomach. The thrill of seeing your favorite boys onstage never fails to give you a physical reaction. You have been loving Ateez for years now and have seen them in concert a handful of times, but that same feeling creeps up on you the night before without fail. 

Amidst the fluttering, you feel a deep rumbling in your stomach. You realize you haven’t eaten since you stopped to use the bathroom at a rest stop. Hopping out of bed, you go to your dresser to grab your go-to black loungewear set and throw it on. High waisted sweatpants that accentuate your waist, and a matching crop top. You head over to the dark wooden vanity and plop down in one of the two plush armchairs accompanying it to tidy up your hair. The massive ornate mirror gives you the perfect spot to get ready. 

As you reach up to tame your bedhead, your shirt creeps up a tiny bit, exposing your belly. You eye the way it pokes out over the waistband, but try to brush off the self consciousness creeping up. It’s best to shut those thoughts down now before you let them win and just order room service. Once you’re happy with the way your hair is framing your face, you get away from the mirror before it makes you alter your plans for the evening. 

Surely treating yourself to a fancy dinner and a few drinks at the hotel bar will settle your nerves about tomorrow. 

Or so you thought. 

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Two glasses of white wine and a plate full of pasta later, you find yourself ogling at the crystal chandeliers hanging above the bar. You make a mental note to do something special for your mom as a thank you. You adjust in the velvet barstool, trying to get the bartender's attention to order another glass of wine. A faintly familiar laugh ghosts past your ears, but you brush it off and continue your attempt to make eye contact with the bartender. Who would you possibly see here that you knew anyway? All your friends were staying at a hotel much closer to the concert venue. 

Finally, the bartender’s eyes connect with yours, lighting up in recognition that you may need to add another drink to your tab. A heavy pour of pinot grigio later, she’s trotting off to the next guest. Taking a long sip of your wine, you hear another familiar laugh from the other end of the bar. Different from the last one, but still familiar. Letting your curiosity get the best of you, you glance down the bar to find the source of the warm laughter. 

By some devastating stroke of fate, he looks at you the moment you look at him. As soon as your eyes meet his, your heart stops in your chest. You can feel the blood rush to your cheeks, and your hearing gets fuzzy. All the bar patrons chatting around you suddenly sound like they’re talking underwater. Everyone else in the room seems to fade away, and it feels as though it’s only you and him. You feel a thudding pulse in your chest as your heart jumps back to life. 

His dark eyes shine with a mischievous glint as they refuse to leave yours. Your breath hitches in your chest when he smiles at you. You turn back to your wine in an attempt to hide the bright red cheeks you’re surely sporting. The sounds of the bar come rushing back into your ears and hit you like a freight train. The music, the chatter, the clinking of glasses are deafening as your rationality claws its way to the forefront of your brain. You down a sizable gulp of your drink, feeling your cheeks heat even more. 

Absolutely not. No way. No chance in hell. Your mind is running a mile a minute trying to come up with any excuse as to who you think you just saw. How could you have ended up at the same hotel as them? You thought surely they’d stay somewhere even farther from the venue to avoid running into fans. It must just be some other devilishly handsome man with the warmest smile you’ve ever laid eyes on. Just a coincidence, for sure. You brush away the unruly hair that’s fallen in your face before turning to sneak another look. 

Staring right back at you with a knowing grin is none other than Jeong Yunho himself. In your starstruck stupor you failed to notice the equally tall, broad shouldered blond man whom you realize was the owner of the second familiar laugh you heard. Yunho must’ve drawn his attention to you after your little staring contest, inspiring him to start one of his own. Song Mingi’s dark brown eyes burn into yours, sporting the same smirk as his best friend. 

They both look devastatingly gorgeous. Barefaced, wearing oversized t-shirts and sweatpants, and they still look ethereal. Mingi has thin, black framed glasses perched on his slender nose. Yunho’s damp, dark hair peeks out from under a baseball cap. Seeing them stripped of anything that identifies them as idols makes your heart lurch. They look so… real. 

You suddenly wish you put a little more effort into your solo dining outfit, feeling hyper aware of the way your midriff is showing again. You tug your shirt down a bit, adjusting in your seat to hide as best you can. 

You take a sharp inhale as you realize how long your eyes have lingered on your two favorite idols. You turn back to face the bar, frantically searching for the bartender despite your half full glass of wine. After you close your tab, you can retreat back into your oversized hotel bed and pretend this never happened. Feeling their eyes burning into the back of your head and hearing their familiar voices quietly murmuring, you know that they know you recognized them. You’re sure they’re talking about wanting to enjoy their evening without the prying eyes of a fan — not that your eyes were the ones prying. 

You let your mind wander after your third failed attempt to flag down the bartender. The way they were looking at you was not out of annoyance… but intrigue. Is it possible that they’re interested in you? Was Yunho’s knowing look not recognition of you as a fan, but something more flirtatious? That would be insane… Right? 

Curiosity killed the cat.

You take a deep breath and turn to face them once again, puffing your chest out to feign more confidence than you’re feeling. Before you can even process that they were already walking towards you when you spun your barstool in their direction, Yunho is sitting to your left and Mingi on your right. They both synchronously set their whisky glasses on the bar. 

“…Hi.” You manage to squeak out a quiet greeting.

You feel yourself shrinking between them as they look at you in silence. They’re so big. 

Despite how fondly they’re looking at you, the back of your mind is screaming at you that you’re encroaching on their evening. You should go back to your room to give them privacy. 

You nervously glance between the two men before letting all your thoughts out. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by…looking at you for so long, um, I-I’m sure the last thing you two want the night before a concert is a fan ogling at you from across the bar.” As you look at Yunho, you miss the way Mingi admires how well your round hips fill out your black sweatpants. The way your top rides up exposes a teasing glimpse of your skin, and he wonders if you feel as soft as you look. 

Still oblivious, you continue your rambling. “As soon as I can close my tab,” Mingi drags his gaze from your exposed skin to your eyes as you turn to him, “I’ll get out of your hair so you guys can enjoy the rest of your evening.” As you hopelessly attempt for the fourth time to get the bartender's attention, Yunho kicks Mingi in the shin behind your barstool for looking at you like he wants to swallow you whole. He shoots him a glare that screams: Be a gentleman. Mingi chuckles lowly at his friend's silent warning and takes a sip of his whisky. 

The bartender finally turns in your direction. Your hand is about to shoot up to flag her down, but you’re stopped dead in your tracks by the low timbre of Yunho’s voice. 

“What if we don’t want you to leave?” 

You turn to him in disbelief. Before you can stop yourself, the words leave your lips. “You want me to stay?” 

All your life, you’ve shied away from attention. Not that attention was often given to you, but when it was, it was hardly positive. You’ve slowly become more and more comfortable in your body, learning to dress in ways that you feel accentuate your curves rather than hide them. It’s easy to momentarily retreat back into the mindset of the little girl who was surrounded by judgment. Now is one of those moments. 

As if he could hear your thoughts, Mingi chimes in from behind you, his voice lower than Yunho’s. He feels closer to you than he was a moment ago, his scent of sage and jasmine mixed with the whisky on his breath intoxicating you. “What’s wrong with wanting to spend time with a pretty girl?” His deep voice sends a chill down your spine, and a familiar pool of warmth settles in the pit of your stomach. Get it together y/n, Song Mingi just called you pretty, what’s the big deal? 

Noticing the reaction Mingi’s compliment elicited from you, Yunho realizes he needs to ground you so they can get a concrete answer to their proposal. The last thing he wants is a hazy agreement clouded by alcohol and attraction. 

“What’s your name, doll?” He asks. Your heart skips at the pet name, but you try to keep your reaction internal. 

“Y/n.” Your voice comes out barely above a whisper. Yunho chuckles at your shyness. 

“Cute. Well, y/n, given how desperately you’ve been trying to get away from us, it’s clear that you respect our privacy. We’re not bothered by your presence in the slightest, in fact it’s quite the opposite.” Yunho smiles softly as he expresses his gratitude. You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks again at his recognition of your attempted escape. “Can we buy you a drink? If you still want to run away afterwards, we’ll help you lace up your shoes.” 

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Three rounds of drinks and two hours later, you find yourself laughing in a corner booth listening to Yunho and Mingi poke fun at their leader. The bar has cleared out, leaving you three and one other table.  

“I can’t believe he already lost the team ring,” Yunho chokes out between giggles. His cheeks are flushed from his second glass of whisky, eyes shining at the server as he places down a third. 

“How many pairs of Airpods has he gone through? I don’t know why he thought he could keep track of an expensive piece of jewelry.” Mingi rolls his eyes and chuckles thinking about Hongjoong’s complicated history with headphones. 

“Be nice, he bought you guys those rings didn’t he?” You wipe the tears from your eyes after finally catching your breath. Hearing them so freely joke about their leader’s habit of losing things has left you in stitches. After a quick sip of the whisky that Mingi talked you into trying, you continue. “The least you can do is all pitch in to buy him a replacement.” 

Yunho laughs at your suggestion, placing his glass down next to yours. “You don’t have to defend him, y/n.” He takes your hand in his, and you try not to make it obvious how the size difference affects you. “Even if we did get him a new one, who’s to say he won’t lose that one too?” 

He absentmindedly rubs his large thumb across the back of your hand. You softly clear your throat in an attempt to silence the fangirl screaming in your head that he’s touching you. 

Yunho must’ve mistook your response for discomfort and he pulls his hand away. The last thing he wants is to make you uneasy. If he only knew. You almost let out a whine at the loss of contact, but reel it in before it’s too late. Be cool, y/n. 

Mingi picks up on your inner dialogue and wants nothing more than to resolve the tension. Yunho may not notice it, but Mingi sees the way your breath hitches whenever one of them gets close to you. He saw the way heat rushed to your cheeks when Yunho complimented the color of your eyes. He noticed how shy you became when he caught your gaze lingering on his lips. He even picked up on the curious challenge in your eyes when you caught him looking at the strip of skin between your top and the waistband of your sweatpants that he just can’t get enough of. 

He sees that glimmer of confidence trying to shine through. He knows you can be bold, but he may need to force it out of you. 

“It’s getting awfully late Yuyu, don’t you think?” Yunho looks at Mingi , his gaze laced with confusion. Your heart rate quickens at the thought of your evening coming to an end. 

“Mingi, it’s 9:30.” Yunho looks at his friend quizzically, not understanding where he’s going with this. Mingi can tell if you don’t stop the night from ending early, Yunho will. Yunho wants you just as bad as Mingi does.

“Right, but we have a long day tomorrow. Don’t you think we should turn in soon?” Mingi side eyes you, but your nervous gaze lands on Yunho, awaiting his response. When his answer is just another confused look in Mingi’s direction, you decide to take matters into your own hands. 

“Actually…” you take a deep breath. You fail to notice the way the corner of Mingi’s mouth quirks up, as if he already knows what’s coming. “I was going to offer up a few bottles of soju I have in my room? I brought them for my friends and I for tomorrow, but I can always grab more at the liquor store down the street. I feel like I owe you guys for the last few rounds anyway.” You swirl your big ice cube around your glass, watching it melt into your drink as you avoid eye contact with the men staring back at you. 

There she is. Mingi gleams with pride as he waits for Yunho to catch up. After a beat of silence, Mingi hears a soft sigh of realization from Yunho, followed by a subtle under-the-table high five. They’re going to love playing with you. 

“We would love that,” Yunho says with a mischievous smile. 

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It’s endearing to Yunho and Mingi how palpably nervous you are. You used up all of your courage to ask them up to your room, and you’ve retreated once again into your overthinking mind. You’re perched cautiously on the edge of your large bed, that earlier felt so safe to you. Bouncing your leg and staring at the floor, you’re wondering if the impulsive invitation you extended was the right decision. If you would just look up from the elegant detailing of the carpeting, you’d see how softly they were admiring you. Mingi can’t keep his eyes off of your plump thighs, imagining how they would feel on either side of his — 

“Y/n, can I get you a drink?” Yunho asks, interrupting Mingi’s thoughts. Mingi burns a hole in Yunho’s cheek before turning to you, softening his gaze and awaiting your reply. They're sitting in the two lush armchairs accompanying the vanity, having turned them around to face you. Mingi’s legs are crossed, his cheeks are flushed, and his glasses are pushed up into his spiky blond hair. He’s gently gripping the arms of his chair, fiddling with a button fastened to the fabric, resisting the urge to show you how much he wants you right then and there. 

Yunho’s legs are spread wide, and he’s perched up on his elbows, resting them on his knees. He’s taken his hat off, leaving it on your vanity. His dark hair loosely hangs over his forehead. “It feels odd to ask you that in your own hotel room,” he chuckles, finally getting you to look him in the eyes. Mingi looks you up and down with an unreadable smirk and bated breath.  

“Yes please,” you replied softly, giving him a shy smile. 

“You got it, where’s the soju?” Yunho replies, sitting up in his chair to over exaggerate his curious glance around the room. 

“In the mini fridge,” you point down the hallway toward the bathroom, “it’s tucked away in the closet by the front door.” Before you can finish your sentence, he’s up and moving down the hallway. 

In his absence, you glance at the big mirror propped on the vanity behind Mingi. Unbeknownst to you, you’re both looking where your crop top has shifted up once again and having very different thoughts on your bare stomach. Mingi wants to see more of you, yet you can’t look at it another second, pulling your top down to meet your waistband. It creeps up slowly again, a deep sigh of defeat leaving your lips. 

Mingi feels your insecurity radiating off of you, seeing the way your brow furrows at yourself in the mirror. If only you saw what he and Yunho did. 

He clears his throat, “y/n,” he says softly,

“Hm?” Your gaze softens as you look to him, immediately taken aback by the sheer adoration in his eyes, and you realize he was just watching you that whole time. 

He chuckles at your realization, “you look incredible in that outfit,” he says, looking you up and down with a grin. 

You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks “Mingi, I —“ 

The sound of rustling and clinking from down the hallway grabs both of your attention. Yunho reappears, balancing two bottles of soju and three crystal glasses in his large hands. “I missed my calling as a server,” he laughs, handing you and Mingi each a glass and cracking open the first bottle. In the silence he can sense your nerves and Mingi’s eagerness, wholly unaware of the interaction the two of you just had.

“Y/n, I can feel you thinking. Can I speak freely?” He tilts his head at you like a puppy, a look of genuine concern in his eyes. His sudden change in demeanor takes you by surprise. 

“Of course, Yunho,” you reply, trying to put on a brave face. 

“You have no reason to be so nervous with us,” Yunho starts, “we wouldn’t have spent the last few hours with you if we didn’t want to. We’ve had a lot of fun with you tonight, and we said yes to coming up here so we could continue to get to know you better, not just to be nice,” he says, as if he had read your mind. He pours a bit of soju into your glass, then Mingi’s, then his. The silence is palpable as you wait to see if he has more to say, Mingi not giving any non verbal clues as to how he’s feeling. He looks like he wants to say something but decides not to, letting his friend take the lead.

Yunho places his soju down on the vanity and walks over to you, squatting down to meet your eyes. The close proximity makes your cheeks warm, only worsening when he plants his hands next to your hips on the mattress, his thumbs grazing you. He smells like citrus and leather. “If you’re uncomfortable and want us to leave, we will. If not, we’d like to,” he glances at Mingi, who gives him a small nod, then back to you, “enjoy our night together.”

His eyes search yours, and you wonder if he can hear your chest thudding at the implications. They like you. You don’t know if it’s Yunho’s intoxicating scent or the way Mingi can’t look away from your exposed belly, but something compels you to finally let go of all the negativity that has been plaguing your brain all evening. 

“Yes, please,” you sigh, suddenly breathless. Yunho glances down at your lips, then back to your eyes, inching closer to you. You feel dizzy being this close to him, the sudden onset of lust in his eyes making your head spin. Now that he knows you want him too, he’s not ashamed to let his intentions show. 

Mingi stands up from behind Yunho, clearing his throat, effectively shaking you and Yunho out of your desire-fueled gaze. He picks up both of their glasses of soju, passing Yunho’s to him. 

“Cheers,” he says, “to our paths crossing tonight.” He looks expectantly to the two of you, spurring both of you to stand up and raise your glasses. “Cheers,” you and Yunho say almost in unison, giddily clinking your glasses with Mingi’s and downing your drinks. You feel your face warming up as the alcohol burns its way down your throat, the tension in your muscles dissipating. 

“Do your cheeks always get so flushed when you drink?” Yunho asks, a fond smile dancing across his lips. You laugh, walking to your bedside table to set your glass down. “Unfortunately, yes,” you say as you turn back toward him, your heart swelling at him noticing such a small detail about you. 

“Cute,” he comments, stepping toward you and brushing a stray piece of hair out of your face. Your breath quickens at the compliment, his thumb gently caressing your cheek as you look eagerly into his warm brown eyes. 

“I think she liked that,” you glance over Yunho’s shoulder to see Mingi grinning at your reaction. He takes the glasses off of his head to set them on the vanity. “Give her another compliment,” he says, stepping around Yunho to brush the hair off of your shoulder, exposing the column of your neck.

”Is that right, doll?” Yunho asks, his fingers ghosting down your neck to fiddle with your necklace, the pet name he used with you earlier in the evening sending a rush of arousal straight to your core. You nod, lips parted and breathing heavily. Your body feels like it’s on fire. 

“If it’s compliments you want, it’s compliments you’ll get,” Yunho releases the chain around your neck and steps behind you, gently placing one of his large hands on your exposed waist. “You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen,” he teases, softly squeezing your supple skin before sliding his hand around to your belly and pulling you in flush to his chest. You let out a breathless laugh, putting your hand over his and threading your fingers together. You tilt your head to the side to lean into him, desperately wanting his mouth on your neck. 

“How’re you feeling?” Mingi approaches you, softly taking your other hand in his, caressing it with his thumb. Yunho’s grip loosens on your belly, but you lean into him so he knows not to let go. You hear a soft chuckle of understanding from behind you. 

“We aren’t misreading things, are we?” Mingi looks at you, a hint of cautious concern lingering under his lust blown gaze. 

“Absolutely not,” you say, gripping his hand and pulling him closer to you. 

After a beat of heavy breathing and searching eyes, you throw caution to the wind and let go of Mingi’s hand to bring yours up to his face, gently threading your fingers into his hair. He leans into your hand, letting his eyes close as he relishes in your touch. He lets out a breathy moan, letting his mouth hang open.

“We’re so glad we found you,” Yunho says, almost in a whisper against the shell of your ear, his hot breath down your neck causing your body to shiver in anticipation. Mingi nods in agreement into your palm, opening his eyes to get a good look at you. 

“You are breathtaking,” Mingi gingerly wraps his hand around the back of your neck and you wish for a moment that he would stop being so gentle with you. “Y/n, please,” he asks, his breath heaving, “can I kiss you?” The desperation in his voice almost makes your knees give out. 

You let out a giggle mixed with a sigh of relief, “I was thinking I’d have to start begging you,” you lean closer to him waiting for him to make his move. The image of you on your knees for him flashes through Mingi’s mind, pushing him over the edge as he crashes his lips into yours. 

The hand on the back of your neck threads up into your hair as he presses further into your mouth, parting your lips with his tongue. You invite him in with a whine, gripping his hair to pull him closer. You feel crowded between the two of them, Mingi pushing you further back into Yunho. Yunho inhales sharply at the feeling of you pressed against him, letting out a low groan into your ear. Mingi coasts his large palm up to your waist as he explores your mouth, finally able to feel the skin of your stomach he had been fixated on all night. His fingers dance along your exposed belly, and he savors how soft you feel. 

“Touch me Min, please,” you sigh, pushing your ass further back into Yunho. You feel him getting harder with each pulse of contact, and the thought of him getting hard for you has your mind reeling. 

“You sound so pretty when you’re needy,” Mingi whispers, kissing down your jawline and settling on your neck. His hand creeps up underneath the thin fabric of your shirt as he ghosts his fingers along the underside of your bra. “Ask him again, sweetheart,” Yunho sighs behind you, you can feel Mingi smiling as he nips and sucks on your throat. 

“Mingi, please —“ your words stop in your throat as Yunho’s hot mouth descends on the other side of your neck. You moan softly, reaching for both of them. They’re driving you insane — you want more, you want them closer, you need to feel their skin on yours.

”Have something to say, doll?” Yunho teases, sucking at the skin just below your ear, releasing with a pop and planting a kiss to your hair. 

“I need someone to touch me right now or I’m gonna scream,” you whine, pressing your ass into Yunho and your chest toward Mingi, clinging to them like your life depends on it. You feel them everywhere but still not where you need them most. The deep pulsing in your core gets more and more intense with every kiss, lick, and frantic touch. “Please —“ you groan at a particularly sharp nip at your neck, followed by Mingi’s hot wet tongue to soothe you, “please, fuck, I need you,” 

“I’m gonna need you to be a little more specific baby,” Mingi whispers, “need me where?” He pauses his assault on your neck to shift his hand to cup one of your breasts. “Here?” Your head knocks back into the firm plane of Yunho’s chest. 

“Or here?” Yunho asks, boldly snaking his hand down to cup your heat, a whine leaving your lips.  

“Anywhere, everywhere,” you pant, attempting to spread your legs to give Yunho better access. He pushes the heel of his hand down firmly on your pubic bone, drawing a whine up your throat. Mingi chuckles at your desperate mewls and it suddenly feels impossibly hot in your hotel room. “I want you to take my clothes off,” you sigh, running one hand up Mingi’s chest and the other around the back of Yunho’s neck, “and I want to feel your hands on every inch of my body.” 

You turn your head to look up to Yunho, and he finally presses his lips to yours ever so gently. “There she is,” he smirks, sighing into your mouth as his tongue pokes out to swipe across your bottom lip. 

“Anything for you, baby,” Mingi resumes his attack on your neck, and in a sea of sloppy kisses, whiny moans, and wandering hands, one of your lovers manages to pull your shirt up and off over your head. Yunho spins you around to face him, never breaking the kiss. You feel Mingi blindly fumbling with the clasp on your bra, finally freeing your breasts from their confines. 

Yunho’s lips leave yours, his eyes wandering down to your exposed chest. He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, letting out a low groan. “Look at you, baby,” Mingi coos from behind you,  “even prettier than I imagined they’d be,” he reaches around you to palm your plump breast, rolling one of your pebbled nipples between his rough fingers. “You look like a goddess,” he sighs, bringing his mouth to your neck once again. 

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” Yunho ducks his head down to catch your other nipple between his teeth, immediately soothing the bite with his tongue, “so fucking beautiful,” you lean into their touch, suddenly feeling so raw, an exposed nerve. 

The praise paired with the both of them working your body like they’ve known it for years is overwhelming, the intimacy of it all tugging at your starved heart. It feels delicious, but you haven’t felt this cared for in a long time. You pinch your eyes closed to stop the tears, but the tightness in your throat causes your breath to tremble before you can stop it. Their movements still at the sound as they both realize the shift in emotion, arms and hands quickly surrounding you for comfort. 

“Hey, hey, what is it, doll?” Yunho holds your face in his hands as he brushes a tear from your cheek. You open your eyes to see both of them looking down at you with concerned gazes. 

“I-I’m sorry,” you start tapping each finger to your thumb, counting each one to calm your breathing, “I don’t want you to stop, it’s just a little overwhelming, in a good way,” you reach for Yunho’s cheek and Mingi’s hand simultaneously, needing to reassure them both that you just need a minute. They reciprocate your touch without hesitation. 

“You’re just making me feel really fucking special and worshipped and I’m not used to it, it’s— a lot,” Yunho turns to kiss your palm, waiting for your breathing to even. You feel Mingi’s other hand rubbing circles into your lower back, the motion helping bring you back down to earth. Slowly but surely, your breathing steadies. 

“You are special, y/n,” Mingi says, almost in a whisper, “and we want to worship you, it’s what you deserve,” he dips down, searching your eyes. You nod, signaling for him to continue. He nods right back, placing a tender kiss on your lips that knocks the wind right out of you. 

“Let us worship you,” he sighs against your lips, gently kissing the corner of your mouth, your nose,  your forehead, settling against your temple. His lips are so soft, peppering gentle kisses along your hairline.  

”Do you trust us, sweetheart?” Yunho asks, still leaning into your palm. 

“Of course I do,” you brush your thumb across his cheek. 

“Let us take care of you,” he looks down at your chest and you see the lust reignite in his dark eyes. 

“Take care of me,” you repeat. Yunho’s breath quickens as he meets your eyes again. You’re suddenly aware that your chest is exposed when they’re both still fully clothed, “but can someone else please take their clothes off too?” Yunho and Mingi both laugh at your straightforwardness, but the energy shifts when you run your hand down Yunho’s chest, stopping at the hem of his shirt. 

Yunho nods and you pull his shirt off together. You marvel at his firm chest and his lean muscles, letting your eyes wander over every inch of his bare skin. Before you can catch your breath, he shucks off his sweats and is standing before you in just his boxer briefs. “Your turn,” he chuckles, pulling you towards him by the band of your sweatpants. You giggle, catching yourself on his chest and weaving your hands up around the back of his neck. 

Mingi watches the two of you affectionately as Yunho dives down the back of your pants to cup your ass in his large hands. Mingi helps you shimmy out of your sweats, watching the way your plush skin molds to the grip of Yunho’s slender fingers. Mingi can’t resist any longer, wrapping his arms around your waist, effectively sandwiching you between the two of them once again. Your scent of lavender fills his nose as he buries his face in your neck again, intoxicating him. He wants you, badly.

”Yun, I wanna taste her,” he shivers with desire, the sudden change in his tone of voice drawing your attention to him. “Baby, can I taste you?” His eyes are dark as he searches yours. You feel a gush of arousal pooling in your panties, nodding before your mouth can get the words out, 

“Yes, please, Mingi,” you lean into him. He plants a quick kiss to your temple, letting out a shaky sigh. Is he… nervous? 

Yunho lets go of you to climb onto your bed and you watch him intently, trying to figure out how this is going to play out. He leans up against the headboard and makes space for you between his legs. You see his boxers starting to tent, and you know the anticipation of what’s to come is affecting him. 

“Come here, doll,” he pats the bedding in front of him. Your belly warms as you realize how they’re about to position you. 

Mingi slides his hands from your waist so you can go to Yunho, giving your ass a light smack as he lets you go. You give Mingi a teasing glare, earning a devious smirk in return. 

You crawl to Yunho across the mattress on your hands and knees, agonizingly slowly, watching him watch your every move with hunger in his eyes. You make a show of looking him up and down, darting your tongue out to wet your lips. 

“You are such a tease,” he lets out a breathy laugh, his comment only fueling your confidence. His chest heaves, glistening with sweat. 

Mingi palms himself over his sweats with his eyes glued to the sway of your round ass. Running your hands over Yunho’s knees, up his thighs, and settling on his hips, you lean into him to plant a bruising kiss on his lips. He pushes his hips upward, looking for any kind of friction against your body, but you don’t give it to him, solely focused on his tongue exploring your mouth. He ghosts a hand up over your neck to wrap his slender fingers around your throat, gently squeezing before pulling his mouth from yours. He groans at the string of saliva connecting the two of you. 

“I could do this all night, sweetheart, but I don’t think you wanna keep him waiting any longer,” Yunho nods in Mingi’s direction. Before you can turn to look at him, Yunho tightens his grip on your throat, pulling your attention back to him. 

“Be a good girl, and turn around and lay down.” The deep, dominant tone of his voice has you nodding immediately, earning you a tender kiss to your forehead before he releases you. 

When you turn around, your jaw drops. Mingi stands shirtless at the foot of the bed with his hand down his pants. His strong chest heaves, slick with sweat, and the muscles in his arm flex with each stroke of his cock. His eyes are clouded with lust, his lips slightly parted, letting out jagged breaths. You don’t break eye contact as you settle between Yunho’s legs, leaning back against his chest. 

He leans down to whisper in your ear, “buckle up, doll, he’s very passionate about eating pussy,” 

“Oh,” you whimper at the way Mingi is looking at you— like he wants to consume you. You realize what you interpreted as nervousness was actually him restraining himself. He is absolutely feral for you, and he’s about to let it out. 

Before you can catch your breath, Mingi is on his belly between your legs, kissing and nipping at the insides of your thighs while he weaves your legs over his shoulders. His hands find purchase on your belly and he gently grips your soft skin, running his hot tongue over the marks he’s surely leaving on you. His mouth feels electric on your skin, and you want more. 

“Fuck, Mingi,” you pant. 

“Tell him what you want, sweetheart,” Yunho breathes against your ear, “he’ll do whatever you want,” he cups your breasts in his hands, massaging them gently with his slender fingers. 

”Mmhm,” Mingi groans in agreement against you as he licks a firm stripe along your clothed heat, causing a whine to crawl up your throat. 

“I wanna feel your mouth, Min, please,” you run your fingers through his hair, “really feel it,” you grind your hips down onto his mouth, desperate for him. 

“Needy baby,” he briefly pulls his mouth from you, taking a moment to admire how beautiful you look in Yunho’s arms, letting his eyes linger on you. Your eyes blown wide with desire, your lips puffy, your chest heaving, your breasts gently cradled in Yunho’s hands.

“Mingi,” you laugh breathlessly, smiling coyly, “why are you staring at me like that?” 

“Because, gorgeous,” he pushes himself up onto his knees, running his hands up your thighs and around your hips, “I know I’ve barely had you,” he hooks his fingers under your panties, “but I already can’t get enough of you.” He taps your hips with his thumbs, signaling you to lift them. 

You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks as he peels the damp cloth from your body, discarding it on the floor. A sudden rush of embarrassment takes over now that you’re fully bare, but Mingi stops you before you can close your legs. 

“Don’t get shy on me now, darling,” he runs his hands up your inner thighs as he spreads them wide, “let me see you,” he lowers his gaze to your core, a devious glint in his eyes as the corner of his mouth quirks up. 

“What a pretty little cunt you have,” he settles between your legs again, his breath on your wet heat causing your body to shiver. 

“Mingi, please stop teasing me,” you squirm under their strong grasps on your body, Yunho rolling your nipples between his fingers and Mingi kneading the soft skin of your thighs. 

“If you say so,” he nips at your skin, “I’ve been waiting all night for this.” 

Mingi licks you firmly from your entrance to your clit, finding the sensitive bud with ease and circling it with the tip of his tongue. You let out a cry at the sudden sensation, bucking your hips toward his mouth. He pulls you closer to him, dragging your thighs up onto his shoulders once again. His hands wrap around your hips and he squeezes your supple skin as he closes his mouth around your clit, sucking gently. 

“Oh my—“ you gasp at the sensation, and heat rushes to your center, the pressure building. 

“How does it feel, sweetheart?” Yunho asks from behind you, brushing your hair back to plant a kiss on the pulse point of your neck. “Does his mouth feel good on you?” 

You nod fervently, threading your fingers through Mingi’s blond hair again to pull him closer. He feels your signal and sucks your clit a little harder, a moan leaving your mouth as you let your head fall back into the crook of Yunho’s neck. You feel the warm bubble in your core growing, until Mingi’s mouth pops off of you briefly. 

You almost protest but are cut off when he quickly reconnects, licking you down to your entrance, his nose bumping your clit as he pushes his tongue inside of you. He looks up at you through his lashes, his eyes rolling back in his head as you clench around his tongue.  

“Feels so good, fuck,” your grind down onto his mouth, needing more inside than he’s granting you. “Mingi please, I need more,” you pant, looking down at him.

He chuckles against you, swiftly running his tongue up through your heat and pulling away to rest his head on your thigh. “What do you need, angel?” He smiles softly up at you, the evidence of your arousal glistening on his chin. He massages your hips while he waits for your response, leaning into your palm as you run it down his cheek.

”I want your f-fingers,” you whine, wiggling your hips underneath his hands. 

”Ask nicely, baby,” his voice drips with amusement. He nips at your thigh, dragging a groan up your throat. 

“Mingi, please,” you sound absolutely shameless in the way that you’re begging him, “I’ll do anything,” 

”Mingi, stop teasing,” Yunho coos over your shoulder, his voice low and husky, “she’s been so good for us, don’t you think she deserves a reward?” 

“Hmm,” Mingi’s hand disappears from your hip, “I suppose so,” you feel his fingers graze your inner thigh, slowly moving where you need them most. “Do you think you deserve it, y/n?” He softly runs his fingers through your cunt, gathering arousal from your core.

“I do, please, baby,” you beg. He grins at you, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he slowly pushes two fingers inside of you. He watches your eyes roll back and flutter closed, a satisfied sigh leaving your mouth. 

Yunho marvels at the way your face twists in pleasure as Mingi stretches you on his fingers, your moans music to their ears. He drags them out and pushes back in the tiniest bit faster and deeper, increasing his pace with each thrust. The heavenly stretch ignites something deep in your core.

“So tight,” his breath is hot on your center, “still need more, angel?” 

You nod, biting your bottom lip as your words get stuck in your throat. Mingi clicks his tongue at you, “needy,” he chuckles, curling his fingers inside of you, your back arching in pleasure.

Yunho’s hand coasts up to your neck, gently wrapping his long fingers around your throat and squeezing firmly. “Tell us what you need sweetheart,” he taunts, “use your words.” He puts more pressure on either side of your airway, the lack of oxygen making you feel deliciously dizzy. 

“I need you to touch me Yun, please,” you struggle to get the words out through his strong grip on your throat, getting distracted by Mingi splitting you open. You let your legs fall from Mingi’s shoulders, spreading your thighs as wide as you can manage, presenting yourself to Yunho.

A satisfied groan leaves Yunho’s mouth as he releases you to run his hand up your jaw and brush his fingers across your bottom lip. You gasp to catch your breath, leaving your mouth open to invite him in, and he pushes two of his fingers past your lips. Mingi slows down, watching the two of you in a daze while he lazily pumps his fingers in and out of you. Without hesitation you close your lips around Yunho’s fingers, sucking lightly and bobbing your head, your glazed over eyes not leaving his. 

“Good girl,” Yunho pants, “you’re so pretty when you beg.” You clench around Mingi’s fingers at Yunho’s words, and you hear him chuckle from between your legs. He loves being able to feel your body reacting to the praise you’re receiving. You swirl your tongue around Yunho’s fingers, then release them with a pop. 

Yunho inches closer to you, his eyes wide with hunger. You let out a soft whine when the tip of his nose brushes yours, his hot breath thickening the air between you. He’s almost challenging you by not kissing you right away, allowing his bottom lip to brush yours, but pulling back when you try to lean closer. 

“Yunnie,” you whimper, pushing yourself down onto Mingi’s fingers as much as you could muster, “please,” 

“Hm?” Yunho teases, drawing your bottom lip into his mouth and sucking on it gently. Your breathing turns unsteady and he chuckles. “Look at you,” he nips at your lip, a growl crawling up his throat, “if you’re begging like this for my fingers, I can’t wait to watch you beg for my cock.”  

You whimper as he finally kisses you, and it’s catalytic. The moment his lips touch yours, the tension that had been building between the three of you all night long finally comes to a peak, and all control is lost. 

Mingi bites down hard on your thigh, soothing the spot with his tongue and fucking you faster with his fingers, twisting his wrist slightly with each thrust. Yunho swallows your moans as he runs his wet fingers down your body, easily finding your clit and circling it firmly. The contact makes your head spin, a bolt of heat shooting to your center as you let out a shameless whine into his mouth. 

You feel the pressure building with each rub and thrust, the feeling of both of them touching you almost too much to take. You weave your fingers through Yunho’s hair, pulling him closer to you. He bites down on your bottom lip, rubbing you faster with pointed precision. Sinful sounds fill the air around you; Mingi’s heavy breathing, your desperate whining, Yunho’s deep groaning, the sound of their fingers moving through your arousal. 

“Fuck, I’m s-so close,” you cry, closing your eyes to focus on their ministrations.  

“Help me out, Min,” Yunho pulls away from you briefly and you whine, your growing orgasm fading away. You look down at Mingi as he pulls his fingers out of you. You’re about to cry out in protest when he pops his fingers into his mouth, making a show of licking your arousal from them. 

“Oh,” you marvel at the way his eyes roll back at the taste of you, your chest heaving, “Mingi, please,” 

“I got you, baby,” he coos, pulling his fingers from his mouth and returning them to your entrance. He nods to Yunho as he pushes his soaked fingers back inside of you. Responding to his friend’s signal, Yunho spreads you open as Mingi spits directly on your clit. 

“Jesus Christ,” you sob, throwing your head back. 

“Not quite,” Mingi chuckles, resuming his relentless pace. 

Yunho finds your clit again, gathering Mingi’s saliva on his fingers. The added lubrication has Yunho’s fingers gliding over and around your swollen bud. The two men quickly match their pace to one another and you feel your impending climax building in your core again. 

“Oh my —“ Yunho cuts you off with a firm kiss, groaning into your mouth. His tongue tangles with yours, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. 

“You’ve been so good for us baby,” Mingi says from between your legs, watching his fingers disappear inside of you. “Let go, I wanna feel you come around my fingers.” 

“Come on, sweetheart,” Yunho grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head to the side for better access. “Show us how good we’re making you feel,” he buries his face in your neck, licking and sucking on your skin. 

“Mhm,” Mingi hums in agreement, pushing up onto his knees to pop one of your nipples into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it as he pistons his fingers even faster, hitting that sweet spot inside of you. 

“God, right there,” your eyes screw shut as the pressure builds and builds, but a firm nip to your chest makes you open them again to look down at him.

”Look at me,” Mingi growls, “I want to watch you fall apart, baby.” You nod wordlessly as his mouth reconnects with your nipple. A familiar heat settles in your belly at his words, and the determination in his dark eyes only fuels the fire. He feels your walls tighten around his fingers, and he knows that you’re almost there. 

“I’m s-so close,” you cry, your legs starting to tremble. Mingi splays his free hand across one of your thighs to hold you open.

“That’s our good girl,” Yunho breathes against your skin, “come for us, beautiful,” 

The praise is what pushes you over the edge, your head spinning at Yunho’s words. He rubs you just right as Mingi curls his fingers inside of you again, and the tightly wound cord in your core finally snaps, your orgasm ripping through your body. 

“Oh my god,” you sob, your body squirming beneath them while they light your body on fire. 

“There she is,” Mingi coos, his pace slowing ever so slightly to coax you through your climax. Yunho presses the heel of his hand down firmly on your mound, effectively holding you in place. He lazily swirls the pad of his middle finger over your clit, overstimulating you in a way that you’ve never felt. It should feel like too much, but it’s just enough to draw out your high just the way you need. You let your eyes flutter closed as you feel your body melting into their tender touches. 

Your hearing goes fuzzy and you feel like you’re floating in their arms as they slow their motions to a stop, holding you gently. You feel Mingi pull his fingers from your center, peppering your inner thighs with soft kisses. He brings both his hands up to your hips, massaging your skin. You revel in his touch, each stroke of his fingers drawing you back down to earth. 

Yunho carefully slips out from behind you, laying you down on the fluffy pillows. You snuggle into the satin pillowcase, letting him and Mingi manipulate your pliant body, feeling fully sated coming down from your high. Mingi gently closes your legs and drapes a sheet over you. Their hands never leave your body as Yunho settles in next to you, snuggling up to you with an arm thrown over your waist. 

“Sweetheart, are you with us?” Yunho brushes your stray hairs from your forehead, planting a gentle kiss on your cheek. 

“I think so,” you giggle, nuzzling into his touch, “that was incredible.” You slowly open your eyes, your heart skipping a beat seeing Yunho looking back at you. His hair is mussed, his cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are shining just for you. 

“You’re so pretty,” you whisper before you can stop yourself,

“Me?” He rubs his thumb across your cheek, “look who’s talking,” despite redirecting the compliment to you, you notice his ears turning red. He nuzzles his nose into yours, planting a quick kiss to your lips.

“You’re cute when you come,” Mingi interrupts, crawling up the bed to lay next to you. He props himself up on his elbow, resting his other hand on your belly and rubbing soft circles into your skin. 

“Mingi,” you laugh, “haven’t you teased me enough for one night?” Yunho chuckles from your other side and you nudge your elbow into his ribs. 

“Definitely not, but that’s not the point,” he leans over you to kiss your forehead, “I just like complimenting you,” he kisses your cheek, “and I want you to see yourself,” he kisses your other cheek, “how we see you,” he finally kisses your lips, effectively silencing any witty reply you were trying to conjure up. Tasting yourself on his mouth reignites the flame in your core. 

“And how do you see me, exactly?” you question him, your voice coming out much hoarser than you meant it to. 

Instead of responding, Mingi thinks for a brief moment before his eyes light up, and he jumps up out of bed. You shoot a questioning look in Yunho's direction, but he just shrugs, equally as confused as you are. Mingi walks to the end of the bed, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. You catch a glimpse of the outline of his half-hard cock when he turns back to face you, making your mouth water. 

“Come here,” he holds his hand out to you, waiting expectantly. 

You couldn’t say no to him if you tried, so you wrap your sheet around your body from the chest down and scoot down to the end of the bed, reaching out to meet his outstretched hand. He grabs your hand and swiftly pulls you up from the mattress, helping to steady you on your feet. 

“Look,” he says, nodding toward the massive mirror hanging above the vanity. 

“Oh, Mingi, don’t,” your cheeks warm immediately, and you absentmindedly bring a hand to cover your eyes. Your mind goes back to him watching you glare at yourself in that same mirror earlier in your evening. You felt so embarrassed in the moment, wishing he hadn’t caught you displaying your insecurity so openly. You’d been avoiding the mirror since then, trying not to think too hard about what you look like for your own peace of mind. 

“Baby please, just look,” Mingi gently takes your hand in his, bringing it down from your face, “let us show you,” he kisses your knuckles when you look at him, his warm brown eyes full of admiration. 

You take a deep breath before turning to face the mirror, almost gasping when you see yourself. The white sheet draped over your body falls gracefully, the soft fabric hugging your curves. The way it hangs on your body accentuates your full figure, outlining your plump breasts, your rounded hips, and the natural swell of your thighs. The pristine white sheet makes your skin glow, emphasizing your softness. 

Maybe it’s the post-orgasm glow, but for the first time in a long time, you truly think you look beautiful. You feel beautiful. Without looking away from yourself you squeeze Mingi’s hand, and he squeezes yours right back. 

Yunho scoots down the bed to sit right behind you, opening his legs and pulling you to stand between them. He runs his wide hands up your waist, eyeing the way his fingers glide over your sheet clad curves. His fingers tighten as his hands settle on the swell of your hips. 

“I’ve said it once and I’ll say it a thousand times more,” Mingi leans down, brushing his lips over your ear, “you look like a goddess,” he murmurs. His hot breath raises goosebumps on your skin, and you’re suddenly hyper aware of the way Yunho’s hands fit perfectly around you.

“I wouldn’t say that,” you sigh, trying to hide that your body is already so reactive to them again. “I do like how I look right now though,” you tilt your head at your reflection in the mirror, trying to admire yourself. 

“I would,” Yunho wraps his arms around your hips pulling you into his lap, “say you look like a goddess, that is,” he sets a steady kiss to the middle of your back, holding you tight. 

“You don’t have to say that,” you look between the two of them, “really,”

“Hm, you still don’t believe us, do you, angel?” Mingi tuts, shaking his head slightly as he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. 

”It’s not that I don’t believe you,” you look down at your hand in Mingi’s, watching his thumb glide across your skin. “I just have a lot of trouble seeing myself… positively.” Yunho tightens his arms around you, nuzzling into you. 

Mingi nods wordlessly, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. He lets go of your hand to run his own through his hair, assessing what his next move should be. Before you can question him about what’s running through his mind, he drops to his knees in front of you, his hands landing on your sheet wrapped thighs. A jolt of heat strikes in your core as you wonder what’s coming. His eyes meet yours, a searing heat lingering in his gaze. 

“Mingi…” you hope that the suspicious tone in your voice will prompt him to share whatever plan he’s conjured up in his head, but he just keeps looking at you with fire in his eyes.

“Min, where are you going with this,” Yunho laughs from behind you. “Already need more?” 

“Of course I do, but I can wait,” he smirks, turning his attention back to you. “I could spend all night between your legs baby, but right now, we need to help you see how beautiful you are.” 

You can suddenly hear your heartbeat thudding, anticipation bubbling inside you. 

“Oh, I’m in,” Yunho says, pulling you closer to him, “what about you, sweetheart?”

You don’t know what they could possibly mean by that, but you can’t seem to find it in yourself to care. 

“I’m too horny and malleable to protest, especially with Mingi looking at me like that” you giggle, leaning back into Yunho, “do what you must.” You sigh into his touch, reaching back to pull him closer to you as he nudges at your neck with his nose.

“Atta girl,” Mingi beams, trying to commit your blushing, fucked out smile to memory. 

“If there's anything we do that you’re not comfortable with,” Yunho shifts to softly kiss the curve of your shoulder, “just say the word.” 

Mingi nods in agreement, “okay?” 

”Okay,” you reply in confirmation, giving a small nod. Heat creeps up your cheeks as you wonder where your night is about to go. “I’m a little nervous,” you admit.

“We’ll take good care of you, sweetheart,” Yunho unwraps his arms from around you to massage your lower back, the tension immediately falling away. 

“Really good care of you,” Mingi kneads the soft skin of your thighs through your sheet. You feel so safe with their hands on you. 

Yunho’s hands travel up to where your sheet is tucked under your arm, tugging on it gently. You lift your arm slightly to help loosen its wrapping around you, and with Yunho’s help, it starts to fall. Cascading down your form, it pools around your hips into Yunho’s lap, your breasts fully on display again. 

“God, baby,” Mingi groans, “you are unreal,” he can’t stop himself from reaching up to palm both of your breasts in his hands, coasting his thumbs over your pebbling nipples. You gasp at the sudden contact, reveling in the feeling of his hands on your bare skin again. 

Yunho’s fingers ghost up your back, each fingertip blazing a trail of goosebumps up your spine until he reaches the nape of your neck. He gently wraps his fingers around your throat, running two fingers up your exposed neck and resting them on the underside of your chin. 

“Look,” Yunho nudges at your chin, and you steady your breath before allowing him to lift your gaze to the mirror. You watch him brush your hair back before softly brushing his lips over your neck. 

Mingi’s broad shoulders flex with each movement of his hands on your breasts, each caress more sensual and purposeful than the last. Yunho’s mouth molds perfectly to your neck, his hand snaking up into your hair to keep you steady. 

With two of the most beautiful men you’ve ever laid eyes on worshiping you like you built the earth they walk on, you feel powerful. You look powerful. You dared to think you even looked… sexy. With Mingi on his knees in front of you and Yunho mapping your neck with his tongue for the umpteenth time this evening, you realize how wrapped around your finger they are. 

Before you could fully feel the emotion of your revelation, Mingi’s hands leave your chest as he rises in front of you. “Come here, baby,” he sits next to you, opening his legs to make space for you. You slide out of Yunho’s lap, and Mingi guides your body to rest against his chest, turning you to face Yunho. You realize they’ve put you in the same position as earlier, only now it’s Yunho’s mercy you’re left at instead of Mingi’s. Your breathing quickens at the way Yunho looks at you with hunger in his dark eyes. 

“Can I take this off of you?” Yunho asks, tugging at the sheet still wrapped around your waist. Mingi sweeps your hair from your shoulders, pulling you closer to him as he trails featherlight kisses up your neck. You nod to Yunho, leaning into Mingi’s mouth. 

Yunho gently unwraps the sheet from around you, letting it fall to either side of your hips, putting you on full display for them again. He taps on your leg, signaling for you to lift it up onto the mattress. You bend your knee, letting your leg fall down to present yourself to him. You push your hips toward him, resting your other foot on the floor. A groan rumbles in Yunho’s throat, your cunt glistening and wanting under the dim lighting of your hotel room. 

“So perfect,” he admires your heat, letting his hands rest on your thighs to open you up even more for him. “Can I touch you, sweetheart?” 

“Please, Yun,” you lean further back into Mingi’s chest, his lips traveling up to the sensitive spot right below your ear, pulling a whine from your throat.

Yunho holds you open with one hand while the other runs up your thigh, closer and closer to where you need him. He runs his slender fingers through your cunt, gathering your arousal before slowly pushing a finger inside you. Your eyes flutter closed at the sensation, and he immediately finds that tender spot inside of you. “Need more, beautiful?” He withdraws slightly waiting for your response, and you nod ardently, needing anything and everything he’s willing to give you. 

He adds a second finger, stretching you deliciously, pushing both fingers as deep inside as he can go. He hits that spot inside you again, smirking as you arch your back against his best friend’s chest. 

“Feeling good, baby?” Mingi murmurs into your ear, earning a whimper and a nod in response. “Good girl,” the deep growl in his voice sucks the air from your lungs.

Yunho’s thumb finds your clit, circling it perfectly in sync with his fingers thrusting in and out of you. You feel him scissoring his fingers inside of you, getting you ready to take him. His fingers feel incredible, but you need more. 

”Yunho, baby,” you whine, grinding down on his hand. 

“Yes, beautiful?” He cocks his head at you, a teasing lilt to his voice. He knows what you’re going to say, but he wants to hear it.

“I need you,” you know he’s gonna make you beg, you can see it in his eyes, and feel it in the way he slows his pace a bit. 

“Need me?” He thrusts his fingers deeper inside of you, his free hand tightening its grip on your leg. 

“Mmh, I need you inside of me Yun,” you reach behind you, wrapping your fingers around the back of Mingi’s neck to keep his mouth where it is on your neck.

“Uh-uh,” he scolds you, pulling his fingers from you, lazily running his fingers through your heat. Your cheeks heat with frustration, and you feel Mingi chuckle against your skin at your cute, needy little whines. “Ask nicely, sweetheart,” Yunho positions your clit between his knuckles, squeezing the swollen bud gently.

”Oh my god, Yunho please,” 

“Please what? Use your words,” he teases your entrance with the tips of his fingers. 

Another desperate whine falls from your mouth. “F-fuck me, please, I need your cock Yunnie please, god,” you wiggle your hips beneath his strong grip, trying to catch any bit of friction. 

“Good girl,” he shoves his fingers deep inside you again, and you nearly scream before he swallows your voice, pressing a bruising kiss to your lips. “That wasn’t so hard, was it, doll?” He teases, nibbling on your bottom lip. 

You kiss him back hard, grabbing for the waistband of his boxers blindly, swiping your fingers down his stomach before reaching the elastic. 

“Eager, are we?” Yunho breaks the kiss, hooking his hands under your knees to pull you closer to him, making sure to move you onto the bed more so you’re not so close to the edge. Even when he’s teasing you, he’s being so thoughtful and careful with you. He stands up briefly, and you can’t do anything but watch him silently as he slowly pulls his boxers down, his cock springing free. 

Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him, long and velvety, and you feel your cunt clench around nothing. He pumps himself once, twice, as he kneels on the mattress between your legs. 

“Still feeling good?” Yunho spreads your thighs even wider, nodding to Mingi behind you, who reaches over you to hook a hand under your knee to hold you open. He’s stopped kissing you, seemingly settling in for the show. 

“So good,” you breathe, “please Yunho,” 

“Mhm,” he nods, giving you a quick kiss, running his cock through your arousal. You gasp as he bumps your clit, pushing your hips toward him. He nudges his tip at your entrance, resting his forehead against yours. He pushes in slightly, easing into you little by little, the stretch making you gasp. He pauses for a moment, waiting for a signal to keep going. A shuddering breath leaves your lips as you nod, and he pushes deeper.

“I can take all of it, please,” you whine, and with a roll of his hips, he fills you all the way up, finally fully seated inside of you. You both sigh, soaking up the feeling. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, “you feel incredible y/n, god,” he kisses your forehead, giving you a moment to adjust. He is so deep inside of you, you’ve never felt so full. 

“Yuyu,” you sigh,

”Hm?” 

“Move.” 

He chuckles, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into you. You cry out, arching your back against Mingi, pleasure shooting to your center. Yunho sets a slow and steady pace, fucking into you deeply with each stroke. 

“Do you realize how fucking good you look right now?” Mingi’s fingers tangle in your hair, gripping tightly, turning your head towards the mirror. “Look at how well you’re taking him baby,” he coos.

“So good for me,” Yunho has your legs spread at an angle so that you can see every bit of what’s happening. His wide hands splayed across your thighs, his cock disappearing inside of you, plunging in and out, shining with your arousal. Mingi’s cock presses into your back, making your mouth water. 

“Oh my,” you stammer, “Mingi, let me touch you, please,” 

He slips out from behind you immediately, laying you down on the mattress. Yunho slows his thrusts to let you adjust, while Mingi stands next to you at the foot of the bed, his sweatpants tented over his hard length. You roll onto your side, with Yunho still inside of you, propping yourself up on one arm and reaching your other to slip your fingers under the waistband of Mingi’s sweatpants. He helps you push them down, along with his boxers, hissing as the cool air hits his cock. 

You reach for him, beckoning him to come closer. You wrap your fingers around him, his head falling back as you pump him slowly. A quick glance in the mirror has your head spinning, in awe of how both of these men are crumbling for you. You wiggle your hips, trying to scoot closer to Yunho. He shifts deeper between your legs, picking up the pace slightly, and the new angle has his cock hitting that tender spot inside of you. You whimper, squeezing Mingi’s length in your hand, stroking him faster. Mingi looks down at you, his mouth hanging open, his brow furrowing, watching you work him. Looking up at him through your lashes, you lick your lips before opening your mouth for him, inviting him in. He moans, leaning forward so his tip brushes your lips. 

“Baby,” Mingi murmurs, his chest heaving as you flick your tongue over the sensitive underside of his tip. You wrap your lips around him, sucking him further into your mouth with each bob of your head. A sharp thrust of Yunho’s hips has you moaning around Mingi’s cock, the vibrations almost too much for him to handle. You keep pushing forward until Mingi is bumping the back of your throat, and you relax around him, giving him a quick nod to push further inside. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and you wonder if you look as messy as you feel. 

“You look so pretty with his cock down your throat, sweetheart,” Yunho matches his pace to how Mingi is fucking your mouth, rolling their hips in unison, stuffing you full. You feel the pad of Yunho’s thumb grazing over your clit, the gentle pressure making you tighten around him. “If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m not gonna last very long,” he adds more pressure on your clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. You feel the throbbing in your core intensifying with Yunho’s ministrations. 

You moan around Mingi again, making him slow his pace. He buries himself down your throat, and you keep him there as long as you can, tapping his thigh when your vision starts to blur. He pulls back from your mouth, your throat burning as you try to catch your breath. You replace your mouth with your hand, spitting onto his cock, rolling your wrist as you stroke him. 

”You’re doing so well,” Mingi coos, bending over you briefly to kiss your forehead, brushing your sweaty stray hairs out of your face, “so, so well.” Mingi grabs a pillow and props it under your head, laying you back down to relax into the feeling of Yunho inside of you. Yunho picks up the pace now that he has more of your attention, snapping his hips relentlessly, rubbing your clit just right. 

“Yunho, f-fuck,” you whine, squeezing around him once again, the weight of your arousal settling in your belly. Your hand around Mingi’s cock falters, your strokes becoming erratic as you get closer to your climax.

“What did I say, sweetheart?” He emphasizes his words with a firm swirl of his thumb around your sensitive bud. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna fucking come,” 

“I am too, shit,” you cry, tears running down your temples into the pillowcase. 

“Are you on the pill?” Yunho slows down just enough to make you whimper, 

“Mhm,” you nod, hoping he’s asking you for the same reason you’re thinking,

“I need to come inside of you, beautiful,” he groans as you tighten around him again at his words, “fuck, please y/n,” he pumps into you deep, your back arching into the bed. 

“Yeah, ngh, please, come inside of me Yun,” you whine. 

Mingi pulls your hand from him, kneeling beside you to talk you through it. “You close, baby?” He licks up your chest, kissing every inch of exposed skin he can reach. You nod fervently, reaching for Yunho’s free hand, and grabbing Mingi’s shoulder with your other. “You’re taking him so well,” Mingi praises you, “I knew when we saw you that you’d be so good for us, our good girl.” 

You flutter around Yunho’s cock, and he smirks down at you, his cheeks flushed and hair sticking to his forehead, “you really love being talked to like that, don’t you?” His pace falters slightly, and you know you’re both almost there. “I’m gonna fuck you so full, then Mingi’s gonna do the same, until you’re dripping with both of us, okay?” Jesus fucking Christ. 

“Please, yes please, I need it,” the flame in your core is growing with each thrust of Yunho’s hips.  

“So pretty when you beg,” Mingi whispers into your neck, 

“Come around my cock, beautiful, I wanna feel you,” 

Mingi kisses your temple while you fall apart for the second time tonight, Yunho’s name falling from your lips as your body trembles between your lovers. Yunho’s hips start to stutter, his thrusts getting more and more irregular.

”Yunho,” you whine, your climax still rippling through your body, “fill me up baby, please, come,” you squeeze his hand and he laces his fingers between yours. 

“Oh, f-fuck,” he pushes in deep, his hips stilling as he spills inside of you. He exhales deeply before leaning over you to kiss you, slowly fucking his release deeper and deeper into you as you thread your fingers into his hair. “You are incredible,” he murmurs against your lips. 

“So are you,” you giggle, trying to catch your breath. Mingi rubs a gentle hand down your cheek as you and Yunho remain fused, foreheads pressed together. The three of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, both of them peppering you with kisses, before Mingi breaks it.  

“I know I said this already,” he starts, “but you are so cute when you come.” You roll your eyes at him and Yunho laughs at your bickering.

Yunho slowly pulls out of you, massaging your hips and easing your legs closed. “He’s right,” he smiles at you, kissing your nose. You stick your tongue out at him, earning a wink in return as he flops onto his back. 

“Let’s see how you look when you come,” you taunt, turning your attention to Mingi. You flip over onto your stomach, arching your back and pushing up onto your knees to display your ass up in the air, like you’re a cat stretching after a nap. You turn to face Mingi, still on his knees at the foot of the bed. You point to the mirror behind him, “put on a good show for me, would you?” 

“Ooh Min, someone’s had enough of your teasing for one night,” Yunho laughs. He rolls onto his side next to you, whispering into your ear, “I like you when you’re feisty.” 

Mingi just looks at you, his mouth hanging open slightly as amusement plays across his gaze. 

“Cat got your tongue, baby?” You know you’re instigating, and he’s surely going to make you pay for it… but part of you is hoping for that. “Hurry, before Yunnie’s cum starts to drip out of me,” you pout, faking disappointment in your voice. 

“Oh, you are such a brat,” Mingi beams at you, loving what your newfound confidence is bringing out of you. He stands, climbing up onto the bed behind you, running his hands over your ass. You glance at the mirror, admiring the soft swell of your ass, Mingi’s hands gripping your soft skin. “Look at you, running your mouth asking to get fucked when you’re already full of cum,” he smacks your ass, the crack ringing through the quiet room. You moan at the sensation, the throbbing in your cunt coming back full force. “You like that?” He soothes the angry red spot with his fingers, massaging your stinging skin. 

“Yeah, I do,” you breathe, “do it again,” you wiggle your hips, pushing back toward him. A drop of cum slips from your entrance, landing on the bed beneath you. Mingi groans at the sight, his cock jumping in response. He spanks you again, harder than the last, and you jerk forward, whimpering into the bedding. 

“Dirty girl,” the low growl in his voice makes you shiver. You watch Mingi in the mirror as he strokes himself, lining up with your entrance. “Ready, gorgeous?” 

“Mm, yes please,” you push back into him and he reciprocates, slipping inside of you. The combination of yours and Yunho’s arousal has Mingi sliding all the way in with ease, both of you shuddering when he bottoms out. 

“I’d love to take this slow, baby, but I need you,” 

“Please don’t,” you pull forward off of him slightly before pushing back again. “Fuck me like you mean it.” Mingi laughs, rolling his hips, pumping in and out faster and faster until the bed is rocking with your bodies. 

“You feel so fucking good, y/n.” He has a vice grip on your hips, pulling you back into him to meet each thrust. “You look so good taking me like this,” 

“So perfect,” Yunho chimes in from next to you. You turn your head to face him, and he wraps a hand around the nape of your neck, his lips molding with yours. You moan into his mouth as Mingi fucks into you, harder, faster. 

“Want me to fill you up, baby? Have any room for more?” 

“Please, yes,” you murmur against Yunho’s lips, fucking back into Mingi. Each bump of his cock inside of you has you inching closer and closer to your third orgasm of the night, your knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets. Yunho must sense it, moving his hand to slide under you, down your belly and between your legs. The second he makes contact with your clit, you feel pleasure spreading through you, getting more intense as they work you. 

“I can feel you,” Mingi leans over you to bite down on your shoulder, “you gonna come with me, angel?” 

“Yeah, ngh,” you turn back to face the mirror, remembering the taunting that got you in this position in the first place. Mingi is glowing, every muscle in his body flexing under his sweat-slicked skin as he pounds into you. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, and he draws his bottom lip between his teeth, smirking at you, before bringing his palm down hard on your ass again. 

You cry out, your whole body shaking as your orgasm washes over you, rocking you in waves. You use all your remaining strength to keep your ass in the air as Mingi follows right behind you, letting out an animalistic growl as he fills you. You feel him twitch inside of you, finally stilling after he’s pumped every last drop into you. His chest heaves, easing his grip on your hips to lean over your spent form, trailing kisses up and down your spine. 

“You’re cute when you come too,” you sigh, suddenly feeling sleepy. 

“I’m glad you think so,” Mingi laughs breathlessly, easing out of you, groaning at the mess that drips from your center. 

“Sorry for the mess, sweetheart,” Yunho reaches around you, pulling you down to the mattress, flush against his body.  “Why don’t we get you cleaned up before you fall asleep?” 

You agree, already feeling yourself drift off. They help you to the bathroom, Yunho helping you work all the tangles out of your hair as Mingi gets the shower going. The three of you lazily wash each other, teasing as you do. With Yunho’s lips on your neck and Mingi’s fingers between your legs, both your hands on their cocks, the three of you come again together. You wash all over again, finally agreeing to get out when the water runs cold. They help you dry off, and Yunho grabs you a pajama set from the dresser, letting you get dressed before leading you to the bathroom mirror. He brushes your hair for you while you do your skincare. 

Your heart aches in your chest thinking about your time with them coming to an end. Yunho looks so content, standing in your bathroom with a towel around his hips helping you get ready for bed. Mingi returns from remaking the bed, wearing just his sweatpants and his glasses, sipping his long abandoned soju. You’d been moving around your room in a comfortable silence since getting out of the shower, and your eyes burn at the thought of them leaving you soon. 

“Y/n, you okay?” Yunho sets your brush down on the counter next to your skincare products. He gently grabs your shoulders, turning you around to face the both of them. 

A silent tear falls down your cheek. “I don’t want you to go,” you sniffle, suddenly feeling so small. 

“Hey, woah,” Mingi is at your side, “we are not going anywhere, y/n,” he takes your hand in his. 

“You have a show tomorrow, you guys need to rest,” 

“And we can rest here, with you,” Yunho assures you. “We already know that bed is big enough for the three of us,” you laugh at his effort to ease your nerves. 

“You really want to spend the night with me?” 

“Of course, baby,” Mingi says, “we would never leave you after all of that. Plus Yunho is a clingy baby the night before a show and I’m not gonna be his little spoon all night.” 

“He’s right,” Yunho shrugs, “I do need a little spoon. You interested?” 

A short while later and the three of you are dressed and in bed, and you’re wedged in between your two lovers. Your backside is pressed against Yunho, whose arm is wrapped around your waist, holding you close. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, now snuggled up to you, lightly snoring in your ear. You lay nose-to-nose with Mingi, fiddling with each others’ fingers. 

“Not to keep repeating myself, but I am really glad that we met you tonight, y/n.” In the darkness you can feel him looking at you. “I think I can speak for both of us when I say we really like you.” 

“I like you both too,” you whisper. “A lot.” 

Mingi kisses your nose, then your lips, resting his forehead against yours. “Were you scared we were gonna leave you earlier?” You can hear the hesitation in his voice. 

“Yes,” you reply honestly. 

“Why?” Silence hangs in the air for a moment. 

“It’s not because of you. Or how you both had been treating me all night, you’ve been so good to me, it’s just—“ You hesitate, trying to find the right words. “Typially when guys want me… that way… they never want to stick around afterwards.”

“I don’t know how anyone could ever walk away from you like that,” he squeezes your hand in his. “And I could never in a million years regret you. Maybe Yunho and I are just suckers for aftercare, you’ll actually never get rid of us,” he chuckles quietly. 

“Or maybe you’re just obsessed with me,” you tease him. 

“That, too.” He gives you a soft, quick kiss. “We should sleep,” he whispers. 

”Fine,” you sigh,

”We’ll both still be here in the morning,” he assures you. 

“Promise?” 

“Promise.”

You fall asleep tangled between them, your heart feeling so full. 

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The next morning Mingi orders the three of you room service, charging the order to their room. Yunho’s clinginess seems to have carried over to the morning, as he’s made you sit between his legs while the three of you eat in bed together. You all run through your plans for the day, the boys talking about what time they need to be at the venue to run through their private soundcheck, then getting hair and makeup done for the VIP soundcheck. You tell them all about the friends you’re meeting up with, and they joke about setting one of them up with Yeosang. 

Saying goodbye felt impossible, none of you wanting to let go. Both boys put their numbers in your phone, Mingi immediately starting a group chat for the three of you. They promised they’d see you again, and you hope they mean sooner rather than later. They sandwich you between them, hugging you tight. 

“You guys need to get ready to head to the venue,” you murmur between them, not wanting to make them late. 

“Fine,” Mingi says, kissing the top of your head, rummaging through his sweatpants pocket for their room key. “See you at the show,” he winks. 

Your heart flutters thinking about seeing them on stage after the night you’d just spent together. “It’s too early for you to be making me blush, Song Mingi,” 

“Sorry!” He kisses you quickly before slipping out the door, leaving you and Yunho alone. 

“Sorry I fell asleep so early last night,” he holds you tenderly, running a wide hand up and down your back. 

“Don’t apologize, your snoring was kind of soothing,” you poke his stomach, “plus, I liked being your little spoon. We’ll have to do that again sometime.” 

“I’d love to,” he looks at you with such a wholesome admiration in his eyes. “I’m glad we met, y/n.” 

“Me too, Yunho.” He dips down to kiss you, capturing your lips with his. 

“I’ll see you soon, sweetheart,”

”Promise?”

”Promise.” He kisses you once more before slipping out of your room.

You stare at the closed door for a few moments until you hear the distant ding of the elevator. You miss them so much already. You wonder how you’re gonna keep it together in front of your friends all day, laughing as you imagine each of their reactions to the events of last night.  

Turning to walk back toward your bed, you start running through all the things you need to do in the next hour to get ready to leave. Shower, hair, makeup— you stop dead in your tracks as your eyes land on your vanity. Right next to your makeup bag is Yunho’s hat. Your heart races as you see the corner of a piece of paper sticking out from under it. Moving the hat over, you laugh at his message, written in his scrawling script on hotel stationary. 

Same time tonight? 

YH 

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