• him receiving body worship from you would turn him on SO BAD like praising his body and while roaming your hands, he might as well cum untouched. The way you appreciate the body he worked to hard on would arouse him so much. He would definitely flex his biceps, back, or his abs during sex just to get praises from you

• his chest area is definitely his sensitive spot like the first time you sucked his nipples he let out the loudest moan you've ever gotten from his and he almost came untouched from just you're tounge and fingers, this is a great weapon when you're either edging him or overstimulating him. His thighs are the second most sensitive spot he has, the way you would just rub his thighs ever so sensually would make him whine and hard. He would flex his thighs every time you would ride them and he would moan as if he was the one grinding himself.

• even though he has a deep voice, he lets out the most prettiest whine known to mankind. I'm not even kidding when I tell you he has the prettiest. When your kissing his sensitive spots or overstimulating him. his whines, being the prettiest that they are, would actually just motivate you more to overstimulate him which, contrary to his whines, loves it.

• pegging fuma🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️with the both of you having a big size difference it turns him on even more how you can easily make into cocksleeve for your strap. You got him begging, screaming and crying on your ‘cock’. He loves how he can just let go of his mature person and be pampered, turned into nothing but your slut, his mind has no thoughts other than the way you perfectly hit his prostate.

• fuma have always been a switch in my mind, now sub!fuma is obedient, good boy, good bunny. he’d do do anything to stay in your good graces, to be in the other end of your praises and loving touches. Though there was this one time when he came bratty and disobedient due to Nicholas’ influence. The degrading, hair pulling, overstimulation, just the overall rough treatment made him cum so much that you were worried that he still might be shooting blanks the next time you fuck.

• onto more pegging fuma thoughts. Fuma rides like an absolute GOD like you’re pretty sure if you had a real cock you would be the one getting overstimulated. The way he knows all the angles to make the strap hit all the right places is hot, your favorite has to be when his sitting on your lap facing you, his hands on your lower leg, his abs and chest, glistening in sweat and spit, exposed for your eyes to feast on as his hips keep on moving faster and harder motivated by your hungry gaze on him. Also the way his pecs and ass would jiggle every time he rode you made you go more feral.

• now dom!fuma is just as scrumptious as sub!fuma you know the tiktok audio “when i tell you to on my face dont just put 10% of your weight fucking sit on it, sit like a chair” yeah that is what he told you the first time he suggested for you to sit on his face. Seriously how could you think that you could crush him? Have you seen his body? the way his working in out for you? and plus suffocating in your pussy would probably the best way to go for him. Just do him a favor, sit and ride his face until youre squirting, he’d probably jump in joy if you ever do that to him.

You’re both pent up, you know that. It’s palpable—in the hot, heavy air, in the weight of his hands on your skin and the tension between you on the couch. The fervour of his every movement; every gasp for breath between hot, messy, desperate kisses across your skin. Eyes hooded. Breathing heavy. Jaw twitching like he’s trying not to crack.

Your skin is flushed, sweaty; his hands move across your chest and neck and thighs with a hurriedness, like he’s trying to drink you in, every inch of you, before you slip away and he never has the chance to.

You’ve never been wanted—needed—like this. It scares you just as much as it excites you. Maybe more.

Because Mingi is a man of passion—that was clear to you very early on—in everything he is and everything he does. And being the object of that passion is no small thing; it’s a fire that spreads without restraint and scorches everything in its path. Including you. Including him.

His hands reach under your ass to pull you up and onto his lap, straddling him with your legs on either side. You feel him under you—hard, throbbing, straining against his pants—and your body reacts to it instinctively; your gut twists and your cunt clenches around nothing; your hips buck, slowly at first, then faster and more desperate until your clothed pussy is grinding shamelessly against his bulge.

You’re not in control now; that much is clear. Desperation has boiled over until your head couldn’t contain it anymore and it’s seeped down into your cunt.

“Fuck,” Mingi groans into your mouth. “Baby, fuck.”

”Min,” you whine. “Min. Feels so—”

He pulls back fully, all of a sudden, holding your face in his hands and forcing your gaze on him. His eyes are blazing, pupils blown like he’s already lost control. His hands are practically shaking with need, but at the same time you feel the steadiness, the strength in his hold on you. The safety. “I can make you feel better,” he gruffs. “Better than this. Better than anyone.”

You know he can. He already has made you feel better than anyone, just from the way he’s touched you over your clothes and talked and praised you through each tiny movement. But you know what he’s getting at—what he actually wants. And you want it too—fuck do you want it too—you just…

You chew at your lip, hesitant; nervous. His gaze fixes on it briefly, eyes narrowing some. “But I’ve never— you know.”

“Yeah, I know.” His words are soft now, murmured; careful, but his eyes flash with something you don’t understand. A small smile pulls at his lips, all softness and fondness. “My sweet girl, aren’t you? So innocent. Unused. Never done anything.”

“Min,” you whine, flushing a little at the condescension in his tone—patronising without mocking, but still enough to make you squirm.

“Baby,” he coos. “You know I’ll go slow, right? You know I’d never hurt you.”

“I know.”

“I’ll ease you into it, too. Open you up for me, nice and slow. Nice and easy. Just the tip, ‘til you’re ready for the rest. You trust me, right?”

“I do.” Of course you do. At this point Mingi could put a knife to your throat and you’d lean into the blade if he told you it was safe to.

He kisses you again; harder, more forceful, verging on painful but still firmly on the side of pleasure. “Keep grinding, sweetheart,” he mutters. “Babe, fuck. Pull that little skirt up for me, I wanna see you.”

He folds the hem of it between his fingers; the little miniskirt you wore for your date today. The skirt that had made his face harden, darken momentarily until he got ahold of himself again. The skirt he couldn’t take his eyes off of until he got you home.

But even now, he waits. Doesn’t push it up himself—waits for you to oblige or to refuse.

You oblige, of course. You know from the way his pupils dilate even further when you do that your panties must be soaked. His voice comes out strangled, like there’s a lump sitting unyielding and pulsing in his throat. “Fucking hell,” he grits. “Little panties all wet n’ soiled. Is that for me, baby? That all from grinding against my dick like an unspayed puppy?”

“Yes,” you whimper, nodding dumbly. “Mingi, please.”

“I got you,” he says. “Can I touch it, baby? Feel how wet you are for me?”

His voice is hoarse, clearly affected. You nod eagerly; he huffs out a low, shuddered breath and slowly moves one hand to cup your heat. It sends a pulse through your body like an electric current. “Perfect,” he breathes. “You feel that? Your pussy is throbbing on my hand, baby.”

“I feel it,” you nod. Fuck, it feels good. Mingi is so big and strong and warm and as much as it scares you, you think you’d let him do anything right now. “Min…”

“M’here,” he mumbles. “Holding your little pussy for you, just like you need. You don’t know what to do with it, do you?”

You whine; his eyes flicker up to meet your gaze and his lips curl in a small, knowing smile. “Yeah,” he chuckles. “You’re just helpless, aren’t you? Need me to show you how to feel good. Will you let me?”

“I just— it’s a little scary, Min.”

“That’s okay, honey,” he says softly. “I won’t go in yet, yeah? Just gonna rub my dick up and down the outside, see? You’re already gushing for me there, you’ll hardly feel it.”

His finger slips into your panties, hooking around the crotch and pulling it to the side. Your pussy, now bare and exposed to him, throbs a little harder. “Min…” You gasp. The air hits your cunt like a shiver down your spine; Mingi’s eyes fixed firmly on it like it’s the sweetest and most aggravating sight he’s ever seen feels even more biting. Just the feeling of him, holding you in his lap and staring at your cunt like he wants to take it apart and is struggling to hold himself back, is unlike anything you’ve imagined.

From your very first day with him, Mingi’s been your protector. Your safety—and he still is.

Yet now, like his, he somehow feels a little like a predator too.

And you, for some reason, are desperate for him to strike.

“You’re pulsing,” he breathes, barely above a whisper. “Fuck, baby, I can see you throbbing for me.”

“I need you,” you whimper. The words are coming now of their own accord.

“Pull my dick out,” he says. You falter a little and he smiles softly, shifting you on his lap. “C’mon, tiny. Nothing to be scared of. It’s not gonna hurt you.”

“It might,” you mumble. “You’re big.”

You swear Mingi’s eyes flash; his hand on your waist feels a little heavier now, like there’s suddenly more hunger, more possessiveness behind it. More intention.

“I’m big?” He chuckles. You nod. “I’m big, yeah. Or maybe you’re just tiny. I won’t hurt you though, honey. I told you we’ll take it slow, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.”

“Take it out then,” he says. “Be good for me, bunny.”

Your hands are shaking as you pull his dick out from his sweats; you’ve seen it before, of course, felt the hard outline of it when he’s pressed up behind you in bed—but this is different. This is going inside you.

It’s long and thick; rock hard and already leaking from the tip. “Fuck,” you breathe. “Min…”

“You like it?” He grins. You nod. “Good,” he says. “It’s yours. You can fuck yourself on it whenever you like, sweetheart. A big thick toy for my pretty little girl.”

“Please,” you mewl.

“You’re fine, baby,” he says. “Can you lift your hips for me, love?”

You obey, lifting yourself so you’re kneeling over him.

He grips the base of his dick, pumping it once, twice, three times, before his other arm wraps around your waist and pulls you down so your ass is resting on him and your pussy is pressed against the side of his shaft. You groan, the feeling of sending a spark of electricity through your body, and his cock twitches. “Fuck,” he gruffs. “Stay still, baby. Not gonna go in yet, just gonna fuck the outside, yeah? Where you’re all nice and slippery for me. Nice n’ wet already.”

“Okay,” you breathe.

It feels… strange. Good, definitely, but strange. Like you’re being teased. Every time his tip brushes against your clit you feel it through your entire body, to the tips of your toes and in the deepest crevices; your reaction to everything Mingi does, at this point, feels primal.

The way he groans, head thrown back in pleasure, feels primal too.

“Shit,” he grunts. “I gotta—fuck. This little cunt is so sweet, baby, so needy for me, I gotta fuck her. Need to.”

His dick is throbbing almost violently, pulsing against your clit and making you needier and needier. You want it—him—so bad you can’t even speak any more. You just whine, squirming, chasing the sensation and the pressure against your clit.

“C’mon,” Mingi says. “Let me in, baby. You want me inside, I can feel it.”

You nod. “Yeah,” you gasp.

“Tell me I can, then,” he grits out. “Tell me I can put it in. Just the tip, baby, please.”

“Okay,” you whisper. “The— just the tip, Min. Put it in.”

Mingi shudders; you feel it rippling through him, his grip tightening. He groans, adjusting himself, then slowly pushes in. “Thank you, baby. Just the tip, I promise. You’re being so brave, honey.”

Even from the tip you can feel the size difference between you; can tell taking him in his entirety will be no small task. The thought alone is dizzying; you’re squirming, trying and failing to stay still as he goes in deeper.

And deeper.

You hiss, muscles clenching, clawing at the material of his shirt. “Mingi,” you squeak. “It’s— what are you doing?”

He stops, freezing inside you, seeming to realise what he’s doing and getting a hold of himself again. But he doesn’t pull out—doesn’t back away. His eyes flicker up to your face, searching for something—a reaction, maybe, or a desperation you won’t admit. “Shit,” he mutters. “Sorry, baby, fuck, I just— you’re so warm, honey, so tight and wet, I’m losing my head a little. You make me crazy, you know that?”

You shake your head. He groans, squeezing his eyes shut, jaw clenching like he’s clinging to his composure. “You make it so hard to be gentle,” he says. “To hold back. I can’t think of anything but taking you apart right now. Filling you up. Fuck, baby.”

Fuck. Now neither can you. You whine, eyes squeezed shut, trying to think of anything else—anything but being ruined and claimed and bred by him.

But the image of him all the way inside, of you falling apart around him, of his cum dripping out of your stretched cunt—it’s too much. It’s too good.

You know you’re thinking with your pussy and not your head right now, and you don’t even care. You can’t care.

“Please,” you say. “Do it, Mingi. Fill me up.”

You feel him twitch inside you. His eyes soften, caring, a little concerned, but still the desperation and the excitement is overarching. “Are you sure?” He asks.

“I’m sure.”

He exhales, the breath slow and shaking, and nods. Then he starts again.

Slowly. Surely. But still dizzying.

You love how large Mingi is; how small and safe you feel with him. Now, though, you wonder if it’s possible to be too big.

“Shit,” you hiss.

“I know, I know, baby. Just open up for me, you can do it. That’s a good girl.”

He pushes his thumb past your lips, pressing it down on your tongue. “Make it wet,” he says. “That’s it.” Once he’s satisfied he pulls it out, smiling fondly at the whine that slips out of your mouth at the loss, and presses it against your clit. He rubs it slowly, firmly, the way he knows you like it.

Of course he knows. He’s the one who taught you how to touch yourself properly, after all.

You clench around him, pulsing, shifting yourself to chase the pressure on your clit and inadvertently pushing yourself down further on his cock. His voice is low, crooning, like he’s coaxing you open for him. “I’ll never hurt you, baby. Just wanna feel what s’like inside you. Doing so well f’me, that’s it.”

“Fuck,” you grunt. “Min, hurts—”

“I know, sweetheart,” he whispers. “Just for a little longer, okay? You’re gonna feel so full n’ fuzzy in a minute. Try and sit down for me, baby, try sit yourself down on my cock.”

It feels impossible, pushing yourself down any further than you already are; taking him any deeper than you already are. But Mingi is so gentle—stroking your skin, mumbling praises you can barely decipher—and he, both of you, wants it so fucking bad that all you can do is obey.

“That’s it,” he grumbles. “Good girl. C’mon now.”

By the time you get all the way to the bottom, your bodies pressed together, he’s almost crying. He looks like he’s trying not to shatter.

“Mingi,” you say. “Fuck me.”

“You’re ready? Really?”

“Really.”

You’re on your back, flipped over, legs around his waist while he hovers above you, before you can process it. Mingi’s eyes are dark, pupils blown and glinting with a desperation so hot it feels like it scorches your skin beneath it.

“Hold onto me,” he grunts. “You’re not getting it gentle.”

You squeeze your legs around him, pulling him closer, curling his shirt around your fists. Holding him like a lifeline; like he’s the only thing stopping you from shattering entirely.

At the same time, though, he’s the only thing that can make you shatter so completely and so thoroughly. He fucks you like he has nothing to lose, nothing to prove; like he’s entirely sure of himself and sure of his control. Like he can just take, take, take, and you’ll do nothing but stare up at him with wide, empty, loving eyes and give him everything he wants.

He’s right. Even when he finishes, when he falls over the edge with a shout and warmth blooms in your tummy, he keeps thrusting, keeps the same heavy grip on your waist like every inch of your skin belongs to him.

And when he pulls out and cum slowly starts to drip from your hole, he gathers it on his finger and pushes it back in.

“Keep it there,” he murmurs, smiling softly, tiredly at you. “You look so pretty full of me.”

in this day and age of hook-up culture, of getting lucky with nothing but a few swipes on your phone, it’s far too easy to just deceive your way into scoring some.

men are liars, and they all claim the same thing these days: they’re a munch, they can go until the sunrise, you’ll feel it in your kidney, they’re a feminist, etc… of course, it’s not until those men slide in dry after rubbing straight flap then cumming in three strokes before those poor women realise: a man will claim anything under the sun if it means you’ll fuck him.

although mingyu can relate to the desperation to get laid, he’s not so shameless that he’d just bullshit his way into someone’s pants. at that point you don’t even deserve it. he’ll stick by his true character even if he’s on the brink of insanity from lack of action. in saying that, what makes mingyu superior to thy neighbour is not just the fact that he only ever speaks the truth — but also in regards to the absurd cock size he’s been blessed with. 

through google searches of the average length not just in his country but the whole globe, triple takes from other men in public bathhouses, dick pics sent to talking stages and unsolicited dick pics sent to him — mingyu’s come to the conclusion that he’s bigger than average. to put it humbly, really.

at soft, he can make a few head turns at the least. at half-hard he’s got the size that most men lie about having. and when he’s fully erect, he should probably register his cock as a weapon. 

mingyu’s been told that his body’s sculpted like a greek god, complete with zeus’ lightning rod in his pants. he’s got the cock that the top gets in yaoi with ridiculously drawn proportions, the cock that gets spray-painted as graffiti on a cheating ex’s car. mingyu’s big to the point where it’s like okay, can we be serious, like this is doing too much. 

he’s been told by men and women alike that he could make a living off of his size. ah, what a dream that’d be. taking dick pics (maybe some feet in there too) to pay the bills. having fame and money and pussy for doing nothing but exist with a completely natural, albeit monstrously sized cock. 

he can forget about that ever happening though. it sounds like a dream because it is. nevermind being god’s favourite — mingyu’s starting to believe he must’ve signed a contract with the devil in his past life, because what good is a big dick if you’ve only got yourself to fuck? 

it’s a bad joke, really. all these inches and a pretty face but nowhere to use it. he’s only gotten laid enough times to count on one hand without lifting a thumb, and all instances had punctuated years worth of drought. 

size doesn’t matter, and he knows that firsthand. when he lost his virginity, he came the instant he slid into his girlfriend, who just said “that’s it?” then broke up with him. he’s had next to no luck landing any girls since that pitiful first, let alone getting one to stay. 

he knows he’s not exactly fucking like a pornstar, but his same absurd size is actually what’s holding him back. there’s been times when his cock getting hard for a girl has him on verge of fainting, just from all the fucking blood the monster in his pants needs to get up. then after some mediocre stroke game, the force of orgasming has him seeing literal glimpses of heaven.

despite the physical toll, in some pitiful moments of doubt he even began to question if he’s been lied to his entire life about his size — if it’s not earning him a text back because it’s actually pretty average. that is, until his best friend literally readjusted his glasses in shock the first time he saw mingyu naked. 

mingyu might be getting less action than an actual virgin. he’s since long forgotten how a pussy feels since becoming besties with his imagination and left hand — and it’s gotten to the point that the feel of his same old, boring palm can barely spark any pleasure. he may as well be rubbing off his ankle. 

the porn on page 1 to page 847 has no difference in how utterly useless it is when he needs help getting off. switching to his non-dominant hand, humping the mattress, buying a pocket pussy, watching fetish content on places he wouldn’t even go with a gun — all of it, useless. futile. 

he needs the real thing, warm and tight and living. he needs to get laid before he does something drastic and his face is plastered on every news channel … okay maybe not that far but he fears it really is that serious. all these extra inches means he’s got an extra intense libido to match, and nothing but extra extra bad luck when it comes to finding means of relieving it. 

one sunny day he rants about all of this to his roommate and best friend wonwoo, who nods over a steaming bowl of shin ramyun.

“i see.” wonwoo hums. “you’re not asking to fuck me, are you?”

“bro. fuck off.” mingyu groans, dropping his head to the table with a thunk. “you know what? yeah, i might if i don’t get laid soon.”

“well, i’m not a bottom, so unless you want to take it up the ass.” wonwoo shrugs, slurping down a mouthful of noodles without even chewing. (seriously, why does he do that?)

“don’t you have single friends? discord kittens? can’t you hook up a brother in desperate need? i’m losing vision in one eye with how pussy-deprived i am.”

wonwoo readjusts his glasses. “i do know some girls but.. you’d be okay with having my sloppy seconds?”

“forget i even asked man.” mingyu rolls his eyes, kicking his chair out from the table with a loud scrape on the floorboards. “i’m having a shower. need to jerk off before i hit something. or you.”

after a pitiful, rage-induced wank sesh under the hot stream of water (also a few stray tears shed), mingyu was pulling his boxers on when the door swung open.

“are you still on any dating sites?” wonwoo asked casually, ignoring how half of his best friend’s ass was still hanging out as he barged in. 

“no, i deleted my tinder after that one girl who set my nudes as her profile picture.”

“okay cool. try this one out.” wonwoo handed his phone over, open on the browser.

www.dtf.com

mingyu scrunched his face. “down to fuck dot com?”

ah, so a matchmaking site that doesn’t pretend to be about any ‘finding your soulmate’ bullshit and is unapologetically straight to the point: we’re all single and here to fuck. 

“can’t imagine you look for anything serious on here.” he snickers. 

“well no, it’s in the name. are you?” 

mingyu scratched his neck. truthfully, a girlfriend would be ideal but… beggars can’t be choosers. 

he shrugged. “whatever happens.” 

inspecting the rest of the site, he clicked to view wonwoo’s profile — then whistled at the suggestive set of photos displayed on his best friend’s page. 

Wonwoo A giver, most of the time. AGE: 25 HEIGHT: 6 ft SIZE: 8 in. LOOKING FOR: Female, Submissive INTERESTED IN: BDSM, Brat Taming, Humiliation, Degradation, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Impact Play, Daddy Kink, Sir Kink, Pet Play, Toys, Anal… [Show More] 

“you like being called ‘daddy’?” mingyu snickered. 

“yeah bro. e-girls flock to me like birds, that’s how i get so many over.” wonwoo replies with a smart-ass smirk. “they grip your dick like you’re gonna leave them.”

“….that’s just not what i asked, man.” 

safe to say, mingyu was sold. he promptly had his own account set up, then took close to an hour meticulously choosing the thirst trap images for his profile.

Mingyu Hey (with the intention of begging on my knees) AGE: 24 HEIGHT: 6’2  SIZE: 12 in. LOOKING FOR: Female INTERESTED IN: Vanilla, Missionary

when mingyu showed wonwoo the final product with a satisfied smile, his best friend burst out laughing. 

“are these the default options or something?” wonwoo asked, pointing to mingyu’s barren interests section. 

“bro, i’m just looking to get laid. doesn’t need to be any more complex than that.” mingyu pouted. “unlike you, i don’t need a girl to wear a cat tail butt plug and meow for me to get off.” 

“that sounds hot.” 

it does. “freak ass..” 

after leaving his best friend with the middle finger and then setting his profile to public for matchmaking, within mere minutes women were indeed flocking to him, much like birds. 

mingyu spent all night marvelling at his phone like a kid in a candy store — giggling as he sifted through profiles, kicking his feet as he chatted with women basically throwing themselves at him. 

despite wonwoo making fun of him, it seemed that his only interests being ‘vanilla’ had actually worked in his favour, since he had countless women from all different shades of kinks asking if he was open-minded. the one thing they all had in common though, from the bratty subs to the dominatrixes, was one burning question: is it really that big? 

and oh, he’s been more than happy to prove it; snapping a quick, shaky photo of the visible bulge in his calvin kleins and watching as all the phone numbers and addresses and nudes roll in like waves.

he hasn’t taken anyone up on their offers to meet up, not just yet. call him an attention whore, but he’s had years worth of yearning for this, dreaming about this, even crying in the shower after jerking off over this. these days it’s hard enough trying to reach an orgasm even with every tool in his arsenal — and yet he’s been laying here, chatting away with a lifetime’s supply worth of women, while being so turned on he’s basically blue-ballsing himself. 

ah, he could get used to this. this could even prove to be a little too dangerous. maybe he really was destined to be a pornstar, and him having no luck climbing out of bitchless purgatory was just the universe’s way of restoring natural balance. no one man should have all this power. 

the attention goes straight to his head, leaves him feeling high off of it. leaves him on cloud nine with a painfully hard cock.

ding.

leaves him with a harsh comedown that hits like a kick in the balls.

when he clicks to open the uncalled-for dm, mingyu can feel his boner go a quarter of the way back down just from the shock. what the hell does that mean? do you think he’s a bot, clickbaiting? but he put so much effort and care into choosing the right photos for his profile…

….is it really so unbelievable that he’s only looking for vanilla sex?

oh. okay. so everyone he’s chatted with so far may as well have been shy, considering how forward you are straight off the bat. not even a hello, how are you, my name is… just “i call bullshit, show me that dick.”

alright then. he can play ball.

mingyu tugs his boxers down his thighs, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach, even at only somewhat hard. he’ll need to get it all the way back it up if he’s going to prove it to you.

he has a full-body shiver when his hand grazes the tip, just from how on edge he’s been; smearing precum across his palm before his fingers curl around in a loose grip.

he’ll need something to jerk off to, and well, since your profile is there….

shit. it’s more than enough. you’re like, really fucking pretty. hot, gorgeous, panty-dropping and cock-raising. so pretty he actually feels a little guilty as his hand starts to stroke his cock, but hey, you’ll get him fully hard in no time.

mingyu swipes through the array of photos on your page, each one more revealing than the last, fist steadily pumping his length. it jumps between his fingers when he settles on a photo of you in white lingerie: the lace hugging your curves perfectly, plush lip bitten between your teeth, hands cupping the underside of your breasts and lifting them on full display.

it’s not until a fresh spurt of precum leaks over his knuckles that mingyu remembers he’s supposed to be taking a picture of his boner as proof, and not just… jerking off for the sake of it.

he has to literally rip his hand away, lower belly already coiled dangerously tight. he can’t remember the last time a girl in real life got him this hard and this fast.

shuffling closer to the mirror, he sits on the edge of the bed and holds his cock upright with one hand, the other holding his phone right next to it — as comparison, of course.

he holds his breath as he sends it through.

well, his stomach sank for a moment there, but he quickly recovers. mingyu lays back on the bed, running his palm up and over his length, just absentmindedly playing with himself as his jelly fingers type out a reply.

he’s quick to navigate back to your profile, cock reacting with a pulse as his eyes land on your face again like it missed you already.

he doesn’t even think about it this time: just gets completely lost in the sight before him, in the feel of his fist fucking him. until a ding cuts through the tunnel vision, your chat notification lighting up the top of his screen. the only thing that could tear his attention away from the softcore porn on your profile.

damn. guilty.

he feels his cheeks heating up a little. the fuck? you’ve got his grown ass blushing through the phone. either you’re a seasoned pro at turning men to putty, or mingyu’s just that out of the element.

his mind’s turning to complete mush at this point; tuned in solely to your pretty face and body, to your vulgar mouth. imagination drifting to the feel of your skin under the pads of his fingers, of your lips stretched over the head of his—

shit, he almost came.

mingyu nearly drops his phone as he fumbles to the camera app, shakily filming himself in the mirror as his hand goes to fucking town on his cock. his mouth’s even fouler than yours with all the whiney huffs and puffs pouring from his throat.

he’s not sure if the footage is long enough or even good enough but he also doesn’t care; sending it straight through to you while not missing a beat in jerking himself off.

he throws his head back on the bed with a tortured groan, back arching off the bed as his hips chase the circle of his fist with a mind of their own. he can’t recall the last time masturbating felt this fucking good, the last time it took such a short span of time for him to reach an orgasm.

the last time he was able to forget that the hand around his cock is his own — nothing but your face, that body, those curves behind his lids when he screws his eyes shut.

and just the mere thought that you could be touching yourself too? to the videos of mingyu touching himself, oh fuck…

mingyu winces as his grip tightens until it hurts, fist strangling the fucking life out of his cock. he squeezes until he literally feels the tidal wave of his orgasm receding, the hot pressure under his abs fading into sharp, demanding pulses of his cock.

why did he even say that shit? man, talk about being pussy drunk. he can just manage to feel the weight of shame pressing into his chest over the ache throbbing between his thighs.

if he really did fumble a chance as good as this, a girl as hot as you, he doesn’t even deserve to cum. maybe he should just start embracing the involuntarily celibate life..

to his surprise, another ding from you interrupts his pitiful — while still fully erect — wallowing.

much like a well-trained dog, you don’t have to tell him twice.

mingyu puts on a whole ass show for you. sits upright in bed, films his entire upper body to ensure no twitch or contraction of his sweat-slick abs was left out of frame.

he’s sure the speed of his hand gives away just how long he’s gone without getting laid, but mingyu can’t find it in himself to feel much shame at all now that you’ve offered a chance to remedy that up on a silver platter.

he cums obnoxiously: throwing his head back, adam’s apple bobbing with each shameless moan falling from his mouth; grinding his hips up into his ruthless fist like he’s fucking into someone; a hefty load spurting all over his pretty toned torso, your name slipping from his lips.

before the post-nut clarity can settle in, he sends the raw footage straight through to his patiently waiting audience.

mingyu was so ecstatic that he didn’t even bother to clean up properly, just quickly wiped himself with a tissue before skipping into wonwoo’s room and dapping his best friend up in celebration.

(his reaction being “bro you smell like cum.”)

after leaving dtf.com behind in a matter of hours and moving over to messages, a date was promptly established. being, a date as in the day, because there wasn’t going to be any conversing over dinner or fondling during a movie.

it’s becoming increasingly clear to mingyu that he really struck a pot of gold in you, since you were both on the same page about this: fuck first, talk later.

if you were to go on a date prior, mingyu knows good and damn well that he’d just be sporting a massive pitch in his pants throughout the entire thing; way too excited for his own good over the knowledge that he’s finally getting laid after.

the stars aligned to both of your schedules being open just two days from now. while the anticipation is sure to strangle him alive, he’s able to give wonwoo notice that he’s kicking him out for the day, and to prepare.

in the limited sexual encounters under his belt, mingyu can’t say for certain that he’s actually made a girl cum. unlike men, there isn’t exactly a visual indicator. his size alone could’ve been enough to get them off, sure. but when it comes to you, he doesn’t want to repeat that flustered fumbling; rubbing what he assumes is the clit based off of what he also assumes is genuine moans. his mouth hasn’t even graced a pussy before, isn’t that crazy?

those girls didn’t want anything other than to feel his cock in them, though — letting him touch for a few seconds before insisting that was enough foreplay. hence why he’s never learned.

you, however, like to play with your food. over texts you’ve been teasing the hell out of him, intent on finding out the limits of his desperation — and pleased to find there is none. he will genuinely do anything just to get a sliver of that pussy, and you only want him more because of it.

mingyu knows your expectations aren’t exactly high, but he doesn’t want to risk disappointing you so badly that you won’t sleep with him again. and if he can exceed your expectations, maybe you’d be open to being something more exclusive….

he’s a romantic at heart, okay?

of course, he had to seek out his most trusted elders for advice.

two torturously long days later, mingyu receives your “on the way” text and is pushing wonwoo out the door within the next second. 

“don’t be back until tonight, just in case.” 

“eh, you won’t last that long.” wonwoo shrugged. mingyu rolls his eyes, and wonwoo just slaps him on the back, pulling him into one of those side-hugs men do. “condoms are in my bedside table.” 

with that, wonwoo takes his leave; off to a girl’s place, no doubt. mingyu doesn’t really care to know. his mind’s pretty occupied with a girl of his own. 

mingyu rushes into his best friend’s bedroom, kicking his bulky ass gamer chair out of the way and pulling out the top drawer of his bedside table. mingyu physically recoils at the pile of dildos and vibrators he finds instead, which wonwoo so graciously neglected to mention. slamming that one shut, he finds what he’s looking for in the second drawer. condoms. 

….why are there so many? textured, warming, cooling, flavoured; how is he supposed to know which one you’d prefer?

after tossing the options over in his head (frantically panicking), mingyu settles on the box of strawberry flavoured condoms, grabbing out more than enough and stuffing them in his pocket. 

he then stops by wonwoo’s mirror, giving himself a once over. he went commando for obvious reasons, and his grey sweats already have a visible tent from how he’s half-hard just thinking about you. he already shaved everything in the shower, but he turns his head this way and that to make sure he didn’t miss any spots. pulls his pants down to check the same for his crotch. he smells his breath, his armpits. decides to spritz on more cologne and chew on some gum. 

then the doorbell rings. 

like some dog waiting for its owner, mingyu bounds over and hastily unlocks the door. 

there you are, in all your beauty — smiling sweetly in a little sundress (they always make men go crazy, for whatever reason). 

mingyu stammers like an idiot as he attempts to greet you, blocking the doorway as his eyes flick up and down and all around your body, damn nearly drooling until you clear your throat. 

“hey mingyu.” you coo, saccharine voice like honey and melting over his thoughts. “it’s nice to finally meet.” 

“yes, yes, of course.” he bumbles, finally stepping out of the way and letting you walk inside. he locks the door, gulping as he watches you inspect the place. how is he supposed to begin this? “did you, uh.. want any water or—”

that sentence is lost on the tip of his tongue when your lips smother it. you catch mingyu completely off guard when you step into a kiss with him, leaving no room for questions when your tongue slips into his mouth. you back him into the closest surface, being his kitchen counter, without breaking your mouth from his. 

mingyu’s quite good at kissing, since he’s got a lot of experience with that alone, but then not much for the after. 

mingyu knows how to lick his tongue against yours and tilt his head for deeper access. knows where to put his hands, how to hold just tight enough to leave your skin buzzing. he knows to pull you in and press your chest flush against his, and he’s mindful enough to keep his pelvis angled away from you. how cute and polite of him. it’s almost like you’re not here for the sole reason of getting in those pants. 

despite his best attempts, you rock your hips forward to meet his crotch, delighting at the solid rock you find there. mingyu muffles a noise into your mouth that you’re determined to hear out loud later. you roll your body into his again, brushing your front right up and gauging the outline of his cock. 

he’s already proven that he’s not lying about his size but man, fuck… feeling it in real life just brings the shock right back. to think, he’s somehow also desperate as if this thing couldn’t get him laid with ease? 

it’s flattering, really — that he chose you amongst all the girls throwing themselves at him, when all you did was doubt and make fun of him. 

mingyu finally succumbs to your ministrations and starts rocking his hips right back — tongue tasting every inch of your mouth as he grinds his length forward, nothing but the fabric of his pants and your dress to offer him friction. he’s so worked up that honestly, it could be enough to get him off. he can already feel his dick leaking into his sweats like he’s some virgin experiencing his first kiss. 

before he can actually just cum his pants, you part with him — a line of spit connecting your mouths that you wipe off. mingyu’s already huffing, waiting for your next move. you smirk, turning on your heel and walking further into the place. 

“which one’s your room?” you call after him. he takes that as a hint to run up and show you to it. 

mingyu can just barely hear your oohs and ahhs over the blood pumping like bass in his ears as he pushes his bedroom door open.

your fingers run along his shelves, eyes scanning his posters and the gym equipment scattered around the place. the picture of a dude’s room. 

“where’s your roommate?” you ask, perching on his bed. 

mingyu swallows, willing his voice to come, a little speechless just at the sight of you sitting where he sleeps. “wonwoo? uh, he’s out.” 

you hum, nodding. “so we don’t have to worry about your volume, then.” 

oh. you offer mingyu a grin and he just blanches. not yours, his volume. you’re not wrong though.. you’ll probably have him hooting and hollering from just thumbing his tip. 

you clear your throat, commanding his attention. 

“are you gonna fuck me from there or..?” 

mingyu can feel his knees bending a little, on instinct from being flustered and wanting to shrink. you pat on the bed, just to gently guide him, and mingyu follows like a dog. 

he chooses to sit beside you which makes you giggle. with a hand on the neck, thumb sitting above his thrumming pulse, you pull him in for a kiss. it’s startlingly tender, at least it begins so. 

it’s not long at all until your impatience wins over and you’re licking into his mouth again, enticing little hums from mingyu’s throat. you swings your thighs over his as you climb into his lap, feeling his whole body tense as you sit right on the massive tent in his pants. 

mingyu knows he’s fully hard, has been since you put your tongue in his mouth — but now you know it too. there’s a bit of an astonished look in your eye, as if finally confirming some theory. yes, it really is that big. boners give him headaches and he wouldn’t doubt that some of his back pain comes from lugging this big thing around all day. 

even now, he can feel his head swimming from all the blood leaving to his lower half. you may leave him with a killer migraine from how hard he’s sure to cum, but it’ll be more than worth it. and you can always make it up to him, maybe….

you grind down on him a few times, the wet patch on his sweats growing even worse; mingyu throwing his head back and just letting you. 

a rough hand gripping the scruff of his hair gets his eyes to fly open, staring at you with wide eyes like he’s in trouble. under his watch, you roll your hips deliberately slow, letting mingyu feel every ridge down there, all the wetness dripping from your— 

shit, you’re not wearing underwear. you giggle at his recognition, and mingyu’s hands fly out to grip your thighs. to slow you down or get you to speed up, he doesn’t know. as long as you don’t stop. 

you make a show with your hand: cupping a breast through your dress, trailing your fingers down your torso before they find the hem of your skirt. you snicker at mingyu’s eyes following every little move, then raise the dress to reveal your bare pussy rutting against his cock — nothing but the thin fabric of his sweats separating you, soiled sticky with your shared arousal. 

mingyu whines at the sight, his cock pulsing under you in tandem. you even look a bit startled at how much of it moved, practically halfway in you at this point. 

to his dismay you shift back, sitting on his thighs and leaving his poor crotch empty. he doesn’t get to pout for long though, since your hand leaves the dress to brush your knuckles against his length. mingyu shivers, a desperate noise leaving his mouth as your fingers dance over his cock. it throbs and jumps in response, and you giggle, continuing to just play with it. he can barely feel the warmth of your fingers through the fabric, and his hips cant upwards in chase of it. 

“you’re real pretty like this, mingyu.” you murmur, fingers softly making a plucking motion over his tip and watching him try to thrust up into it. 

as a big ass dude, he’s never heard himself be called ‘pretty’ before, even by his mother but… the way his body reacts to that speaks for itself. 

he can’t even get out a ‘thanks’, nothing but embarrassing whines leaving his mouth, even over the faintest stimulation you’re offering him. 

“you’ll need to work to fit inside.” you tell him, and he nods, even though he doesn’t even fully register what that means. “mingyu?” 

“yeah?” he huffs out, glossy eyes finding yours. you swoon over how much he looks like a puppy, especially with his open-mouth panting, and the fact that he won’t move unless you tell him to. 

softness swells inside you and your fingers splay through his hair, combing through it gently. a contrast to your blunt words: “eat me out.” 

“oh,” he just says, mind lagging behind as the words sink in. “oh. yes, yeah. i can do that.” 

you huff in amusement, pushing off his lap and positioning yourself at the edge of the bed. “i would hope so..” 

mingyu follows your lead, sliding off the edge himself and sitting on the floor in front of you. you giggle at his commitment, spreading your legs and pulling the skirt up so your pussy is on full display for him. 

saliva gathers in his mouth just looking at it, and he mentally runs through all of the advice jeonghan and joshua gave him. 

leaning forward, mingyu starts out slow; leaving soft pecks on the skin of your thigh, listening to your breathing as he inches closer. he works up the courage to look up, holding your gaze as he gives a tentative lick. 

you hum appreciatively, fingers finding his hair again, his lashes fluttering over how much he likes the feel of your hand there. mingyu dives in again, just licking for the sake of it — running his tongue through your folds and familiarising himself with your taste. he pulls a steady stream of hums from you, punctuated with a gasp when his tongue presses just right in a particular spot. 

the clit, mingyu realises. he latches on so he doesn’t lose it — lips closing around the bud and sucking. your back arches, fingers twisting in mingyu’s hair and causing a groan to rumble on your pussy. 

while mingyu kinda knows what to do, he also kinda doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing, so he follows the noises above him as direction. he builds a rhythm, switching between quick flicks of his tongue and sucking your clit into his mouth. then, he gets curious: licking down to your hole, juices gushing onto his tongue as he buries it into you. you squeak, thighs clamping around his head, and mingyu uses both of his hands to pry them back open. 

he fucks you on his tongue, trying his best to keep his eyes on you through how much they’re rolling back into his head. he thinks he’s got the hang of this now — and so he drags his mouth back to your clit, replacing his tongue with two fingers. mingyu pistons them in and out, curls them up, and goes light-headed at all the gorgeous noises he’s pulling from your mouth. 

you’re tight, such a tight fit it might hurt him when he goes in — so he can only imagine how much it’ll hurt you. 

on that thought, mingyu scissors his fingers, spreading you open and brushing against your g-spot as he does. his cock jumps in his sweats as you drag out a moan, fist close to ripping out his hair. mingyu adds a third finger, fucks you on them for a bit and listens to your moans in response before easing in a fourth. even all his fingers won’t compare to his entire size, but it’s all he has to prepare you enough. 

for the first time maybe ever, mingyu’s certain that you’re close. your body’s practically vibrating: thighs tensing around his ears, pussy throbbing in his mouth and around his fingers. 

mingyu locks in, keeping his hand and tongue steady to fuck and lick you through it — that is, until you just tear his face away. 

he blinks, registering what just happened as you pull his hand out yourself. he blinks again, and suddenly you’re pulling him up by the shirt collar until he’s sat back on the bed. 

you shove him, and mingyu falls on his back. one more blink and mingyu’s met with the image of you lowering your pussy onto his mouth. 

you straddle mingyu’s face, grabbing hold of his hair as an anchor before you start to rocklike crazy. your dress covers his eyes, but he’s undeterred as his hands find your ass and push you further down, gladly presenting his tongue for you to use. 

mingyu can hardly breathe, but he’d die happily if the last thing he hears is your moans as you ride your orgasm out on his face. 

his scalp burns when your fingers twist impossibly tight, hips grinding onto him so hard that even his teeth ache — but then a fresh wave of slick is gushing onto his tongue, and mingyu knows that you’re cumming. 

it’s all too much for him and his painfully erect cock, and before he can even register what’s happening — mingyu’s stomach is lurching, cock spilling a hot load into his sweats. 

you climb off him, looking unkempt and yet every bit still gorgeous. you tug mingyu by his neck into a kiss, feral and sloppy. teeth gnashing and tongues twisting. your chin sliding against his chin, covered in your cum and his own spit. 

mingyu’s the one who breaks it off this time — as much as it pains him, he probably would’ve suffocated on your tongue there with just how breathless he’s been since you unsaddled from him. 

you notice, allowing him a moment to actually get some air back into his lungs as you kiss along his jaw and above his adam’s apple. it bobs as you leave a peck there. 

turning your attention to the rest of his body, you tug on his shirt, and mingyu lifts his arms to let you pull it off. chest bare, you begin to ravage him, leaving your mark as you suck hickeys and nip bites at his honey skin. your tongue runs through the valley of his pecs and the ridges of his abs, stopped only by the band of his sweats. you pull back, eyes landing on the large stain in his pants, and your lips curl into a smirk. 

“aw,” you pout. “i’m flattered.” 

you peel his waistband back, and mingyu takes the hint to raise his hips and let you pull these godforsaken sweats all the way down. he winces when his cock slaps against his stomach, sensitive and yet still fully hard. 

you take a moment to just admire it, and mingyu gets progressively shy, pre beading at his tip like there isn’t actual cum still covering his length. 

you wrap gentle fingers around the base, smiling at how it jumps in your hand. what mingyu doesn’t expect is for you to lean down, and press your lips against the head of his cock. 

mingyu groans, so sensitive and yet so fucking good. you don’t go too hard as you mouth at his tip, then darting your tongue out and running it down his length — licking up all the cum dripping down to his balls. you even leave a kiss on his sack, and he shivers, almost shutting his legs on instinct. 

he giggles. “sorry, no one’s ever—”

“i could spend all day down here,” you tell him, eyes alight and smile beaming. you really do mean that and you want him to know it. “you’ve got more than enough for a girl to be grateful for.” 

mingyu shivers again as you leave an open-mouthed kiss on his cock, running your lips over his length, though he’s not sure if it’s because of that or because of your words. 

“almost didn’t believe a man that looks like you could be so desperate, but now..” you press your thumb to his frenulum, revelling in the moan that rips from his chest. “what a lucky girl i am, huh?” 

“ffu—shit, you mean i’m the lucky one,” mingyu manages to grit out. “haven’t been laid in forever.”

“see now, i just can’t believe that. well, i do, now that i’m actually touching you—” you squeeze his tip as if to make a point, and mingyu nearly thrashes from how much that just built his next orgasm. “guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time, hm?” 

mingyu nods feverishly. you smile, so entirely endeared with him. 

with how much of a package mingyu is (in more ways than one), you probably would’ve still fucked him even if you found out he was lying about being pathetically bitchless. now, his good looks are just a bonus. you’re going to fuck him because you’re starting to feel quite fond of him. 

“where’s your condoms?” you ask him, granting his poor cock some mercy and instead choosing to run your hands over his sweat-slick abs. 

“er..” his mind blanks for a moment, too caught up on the fact that you’re really about to fuck him. “pants pocket.” 

you stand from the bed, kneeling down to reach into where you threw his pants on the floor. you arch a brow at mingyu, no doubt realising how he’s got an entire stash of condoms in there, but you don’t mention it. 

back on your feet, you shrug your dress off, revealing nothing but a bare, beautifully sculpted body beneath. 

“wah..” mingyu unintentionally says out loud, just admiring you. 

you roll your eyes, ripping the condom packet open with your teeth. “don’t cum before i even put it in.” 

“better hurry then..” he smiles, flashing his sharp canines. 

it’s all fast movement from there: you slip the condom on mingyu, snickering a comment about how it took forever until it reached the base, and then you position yourself right above him. 

mingyu holds his breath, expecting you to ease onto him — totally unprepared for you to just drop down.

mingyu body curls upwards like you’ve just winded him, cursing like a sailor over your heat wrapped around him. he already knew it’d be like this, even with all the prep, but you’re so fucking tight. you’re just sitting there, not even moving, and yet your pussy is strangling the fucking life out of his cock. 

he’s so caught up in trying not to cum prematurely that he forgets about your own discomfort. mingyu recollects himself, pressing a gentle palm to your back as he schools his shaky breathing. 

“you okay?” he wheezes out, eyes screwing shut at the pulse your pussy gives. 

“mm.” you hum, offering no sign to fuss over, but that doesn’t stop mingyu. holding your waist, he attempts to lift you off of him, but you cut that shit out immediately when you grind yourself forward on his cock. he keels over, head buried into your shoulder. 

“‘s a lot to take, but i’m fine, mingyu.” you reassure him, fingers playing with his hair since you’ve realised how much he seems to like it. “are you okay?” 

he groans out, intending for that to be a yes. you giggle. “i’m going to move now, alright?” he repeats the groan noise in reply. 

you plant both feet on either side of mingyu, balancing yourself with your hands holding his hair, and then you start to bounce. just slowly to start off, letting your pussy adjust to the massive ass cock spearing you open. you know that if you were to have inched down, your pussy would’ve tried to push it out, so making mingyu fit meant just taking it all at once. 

he currently looks like he’s the one that has to adjust to you, though. 

mingyu lets out a stream of whimpers into your ear where his head is lolled onto your shoulder, just pliantly taking what you’re giving him. all of his brainpower is channelled into holding his cum back right now. 

his effort is almost in vain when you speed up, bouncing so hard that his balls smack into your ass with each thrust onto him. 

he’s moaning so loud he didn’t even realise the desperate cries coming from your mouth too — dick twitching so violently he didn’t even realise how much you’re pulsing around him. 

mingyu pulls back, knowing he’ll regret it if he spent the entire duration of sex with his face stuffed in your shoulder — his eyes captivated on where your bodies connect. 

he can’t find the strength in him to offer anything more than his hips stuttering up, attempting to meet each of your bounces on him. in and out, in and out, in and— 

“fuuuuucck,” mingyu drawls, eyes rolling so far back he catches a glimpse of his own brain. 

you don’t mention it as you quickly wipe some drool from the corner of his mouth, then gasp as you feel his cock spasm like a snapped rubber band. “shit, mingyu, are you—”

you don’t get to ask and he doesn’t get to answer before his orgasm slams into him like a bag of bricks. mingyu’s head lolls back, knuckles turning white where they’re holding onto your waist for dear life, sure to leave bruises in their wake. 

you fuck mingyu until you’re certain the condom must be flooded, and then you fuck yourself on him some more. 

mingyu’s unintelligible at this point, hoarse voice almost unrecognisable as he can do nothing but moan through the sensitivity. it’s raw and god it hurts but you don’t stop fucking him. he doesn’t want you to either. 

your bounces shift into rocking your hips on him, his spent cock rubbing deep and perfectly into your g-spot. your clit grinds on the skin of his groin with each movement, and before long you’re riding out a second orgasm on him. 

mingyu takes it, long past his limit but loving every second of you just using him like a toy. he even tries his best to fuck up as you’re cumming, the sweet thing. 

after the last wave of your orgasm gushes around his cock, you just lay boneless on mingyu — his body keeping you both propped upright as you catch your breaths and your trains of thought. 

his large hand comes to caress your back. he winces when you pulse around him once more, his cock softening inside the spent condom. 

“you should probably take the condom off.” you mumble into his collarbone. 

he hums, finger mindlessly drawing shapes onto your back. 

“and put a new one on.” you add, leaving a peck on his jaw like what you said was nothing out of the ordinary. 

“wait, what?” 

“what?” you eye him like he’s the one who said something crazy. “did you think that’s all i came for?” you continue, smile stretching across your face. 

“uh…” well, yeah. every other girl he’s been with was halfway out the door before he could even tie the condom up. 

you kiss him, sweetly this time. a stark contrast to the sloppy, tongue filled make-outs you were having just minutes ago. 

“unless you don’t want this as much as you’ve led me to believe..” you tease. 

“fuck, i do, i do.” he confirms quickly. “just… give me five minutes.” as if on command, his temple throbs with pain. “and some ibuprofen.” 

you giggle, pulling him in for another kiss.

god, you’re going to wring all 12 inches of him dry. 

...is this enough to ask if you’d like to go out sometime?

“You don’t get it Lyssa,” You pinched the bridge of your nose, eyes closed as you paced the ground by the end of you and Mingi’s shared bed, “you and Yeosang actually have an interesting sex life.” you could recall the times that she had called gushing about all of the new things that they would try, whether you really wanted to know or not.

“Then talk to him girl, it wouldn’t hurt and hey maybe he’s just been scared you wouldn’t be into it.” Lyssa shrugged from the other side of the phone; she had heard this conversation from you countless times. Even more here as of late because you had just got off your period and were going insane because of ovulation.

You groaned once more, “what am I supposed to tell him? ‘Hey Mingi, I’m tired of the boring shit, you should tie me up and fuck me till I pass out’ or maybe ‘I want you to pull my hair and spit in my mouth’.”

Lyssa burst out laughing on the other side of the phone causing you to roll your eyes as you walked over to the window. The thoughts of Mingi doing all of those things to you were making you all hot and bothered, your thighs subconsciously rubbing together to try and relieve some of the pressure.

“Girl, how much porn have you been watching?” She asked between laughter, “just ask him if he would consider it, you know how much he cares about you y/n.”

You sigh, shaking your head. You knew she was right, that all you had to do was talk to Mingi about it, but you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by it. What if he thought that you didn’t enjoy the sex that you did have? Or what if he thought you were weird for being into the more kinkier side of things?

Clearing your throat you just decided that you would just keep your mouth shut, too embarrassed. Biting at your bottom lip, you just told Lyssa that you would call her later, and she sighed before saying goodbye and hanging up.

Your whole body felt warm, need fill your veins, but Mingi was downstairs cooking dinner, so you weren’t going to bother him. Trying to shake the feeling off a bit so you could take a shower to maybe cool off, you turned only for your breath to hitch in your throat.

Mingi stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. Your heart started to race, heat creeping up your neck, praying that he had just gotten there and didn’t hear a word of your conversation. Your tongue jutted out to wet your lips as you tried your best to keep his intense eye contact.

“H-Hey baby,” You cured yourself for stuttering, instantly giving yourself away. “Is dinner done?” You tried to keep your voice steady as you watched him push off of the door frame, walking towards you.

All of the hairs on your body stood tall as Mingi made his way closer, his eyes bore into you like a wolf stalking a rabbit. Swallowing thickly you started to back away with every step that he made towards you.

Your heart was beating loud enough that you were sure that he could hear it and your face felt so warm that you started to wonder how you hadn’t passed out yet.

“Mingi?” You called out his name as your back came into contact with the wall, stopping your movements. “What are you—”

“You know…” He cut your words short as he closed the space between you, hand pressed against the wall next to your head taking in the panic in your eyes. Your heart nearly stopped when he leaned down until his lips were right next to your ear, “I never thought my sweet little princess was such a nasty slut.”

Your eyes went wide as he backed away to meet your eyes once more, he had heard the conversation. So many things started to spiral in your head, did he really think that? Had you grossed him out?

All of those thoughts came to a screeching halt when he grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head up until his lips were merely inches away from yours. Your eyes flutter closed waiting for him to close the space between you. However, he doesn't instead he rubs your bottom lip with his thumb, prompting you to open your eyes.

“Is that something you really want, princess?” He asked, eyes searching yours as you looked up at him. Not having the courage to speak the words, you went with nodding your head softly, but Mingi just shook his, “I’mma need to hear you say it, love.” His voice dropped an octave making your knees weak.

Swallowing thickly, “Yes, I want this, Min. Please.” Your voice was merely a whisper, but the male had heard it nonetheless.

“Good girl.” Mingi’s voice was like honey, coxing you into a trance. Your eyes fluttered closed once more as he closed the gap between the both of you, stealing the air from your lungs. His lips were soft against yours, moving slowly as his hand moved from your chin to encase your throat, causing a small squeak to leave your lips, but it was quickly swallowed by his lips.

“Mingi.” You whined as he pulled his lips away from yours trailing down your jaw, nipping at the skin. The hand around your throat moved away allowing him to leave wet, hot kisses along your jugular.

You could feel your panties growing wetter and wetter by the second as his hands roamed your body, squeezing your hips before trailing down to your thighs. Before you could even process it, Mingi lifted you off your feet, hoisting you up his hips. In seconds, Mingi’s lips were back on yours as he walked towards the bed, laying you down on the soft mattress. Small whines fell from your lips as his hands wandered from your inner thigh to your core, pressing down enough to elicit an actual moan from your lungs.

Mingi pulled away from you so he could take in your dazed eyes, your kiss-swollen lips, and how your chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. He had been holding back for so long, thinking that you wouldn’t like how rough he could be, but seeing how desperately you had wanted it when you were on the phone with your friend. It was driving him crazy thinking about how much he could ruin you.

His eyes followed your hands as you reached for the hem of his shirt, but he was quick to grab your wrists, holding them in place.

“Here’s the deal baby,” He looked down at you with a lust filled gaze causing you to bite your lip, “if you want this, we’re doing things my way, meaning…” Dropping your hands he grabbed your thighs pulling your lower body flush against his and a gasp escaped from your lips as you felt his erection against your clothed core. “You just be a good girl and listen.”

You nodded quickly, the need to have him touch you growing way too strong to care. Mingi smirked, knowing that you were already losing yourself, making his job a bit easier. Biting his lip he leaned back over you, pressing his bulge against you, watching your eyes roll slightly.

His hands moved to the hem of your shorts, fingers looping around the band to pull them down. Your whole body was tingling with excitement, you weren’t sure what to expect but you were going to take anything and everything that he has to offer you.

“Mingi, baby, please.” You whined, lifting your hips slightly, your body shivering when you felt him against you.

Chuckling, Mingi made quick work of your sleep shorts and underwear, leaving your bottom half completely bare. Once the articles of clothing were discarded elsewhere in the room, he moved down until he was face-to-face with your dripping cunt. Your heated gaze followed after him, watching in anticipation.

“Oh you’re dripping baby,” He teased as he spread your folds, taking in the way your hole clenched around nothing. A gasp fell from your lips when buried his face in your cunt, nose bumping your clit as he inhaled your scent. “Fuck princess, you smell so sweet.”

Your thighs already started to tremble when he licked a stripe up your slit before wrapping his lips around your clit. A loud moan ripped through your throat when he started to devour your pussy like it was his last meal.

“Fuck Mingi!” You cried out, your hand flying to his head, finger gripping on his hair. Your back arched off the bed, pushing your hips further into his face, causing him to groan. Mingi was quick to press his hand flat down on your stomach, keeping you in place.

Choked moans fall from your lips as your head falls back, fingers gripping Mingi’s hair tightly. The pain only spurred Mingi on further.

Sparks flew across your vision as he moved down to your slit, tongue moving along your velvet walls while his nose rubbed your clit in ways that left you seeing stars. Your orgasm was right on the tip of your tongue and your legs shook on either side of his head.

“F-Fuck! Mingi!” You cried out as your body started to spasm, toes curling as your orgasm washed over you. Your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head as he moves back up to your clit, sucking on it harshly. “Mingi, ‘s too much.” Whimpers fall from your lips as he keeps up his pace throwing your body into overstimulation.

“You can take it baby,” He pulled away, allowing your vision to focus for a moment, until his fingers started to trace your entrance. “This is what you wanted after all.” Then he slipped his middle and ring finger inside of your soaping cunt with little to no resistance. Your back started to arch once more, but his hand on your stomach pressed down firmly causing you to whine.

“M-Mingi— fuck!” You moaned out as the pace of his fingers picked up, rubbing one picurlier spot which left you lying there breathless. “Mingi, shit please.”

Mingi didn’t say a word as he latched his lips back to your clit, completely losing himself in the taste of you.

Your heartbeat was ringing in your ears as your mouth gaped open, head falling back. Stars danced across your vision, your whole body shaking underneath Mingi’s hold. The pace of his fingers was relentless as he easily found the spongy spot inside your pussy making you cry out his name. Your whole body tingled as all of your senses became overwhelmed, thighs trembling, threatening to close. Noticing this, Mingi took his hand from your stomach to grip one of your thighs tightly.

You weren’t able to give him a warning as you came around his fingers, as he continued to suck on your clit in time with his fingers. Feeling you squeeze around his fingers as you cried out his name left Mingi groaning against you.

“Fuck baby, you came so much.” He cooed at you as his fingers continued to work into your sensitive cunt, prolonging your orgasm until you shook tremendously.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall as he rubs your sweet spot once more. Your hand falls from his hair to grab at his wrist, hoping to pull his hand away from your sensitive pussy.

“Come on princess, give me one more.” He smirked as he kissed his way up your tummy, moving your shirt out of the way. You whined when his thumb made contact with your clit, your head falling back, allowing Mingi to latch his lips to the soft skin of your neck.

“Mingi, I can’t, please.” You whimpered as you clench around his fingers once more, your orgasm right on the horizon, but Mingi just sped his fingers up more, causing a choked moan to fall from your lips.

“Take it like a good girl and stop whining.” He growled against your skin, making your head spin at the tone. Moving away from your neck, he hovered over you, taking in the fucked out expression on your face with a smug smirk. “You are a good girl, right?” He asked, watching in amusement when you shook your head vigorously, biting your bottom lip.

After a few more strokes of his fingers, you came undone around Mingi’s fingers for the second time, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as silent screams fell from your lips. Mingi’s fingers move along your silky walls, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Your chest heaved as Mingi pulled his drenched digits from your core, bringing them up to tap on your bottom lip, looking at you expectantly. You looked at him with dazed, wide eyes.

“Go on, clean my fingers, this is your mess after all.” He raised an eyebrow, tapping your lips once more, prompting you to open them. He watched with a smirk as you allowed him to stick his soaked fingers into your mouth.

Wrapping your lips around his fingers, tongue dancing around his digits. Your brain nearly short-circuited at the taste of your own release. Mingi bit back a groan, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight.

Once he deemed his fingers clean enough, he pulled them from your mouth, watching the string of saliva grow thin until it snapped. You breathed deeply as he moved away from your body, tugging at the strings of his sweatpants.

Your eyes stayed trained on his body as he pulled his shirt over his head, allowing you to ogle at his toned stomach. Feeling your eyes on him, Mingi looks over at you, meeting your eyes and sending you a wink. Heat crept up your neck as you kept his eye contact.

After Mingi had discarded all of his clothing, letting his hard cock spring free, beads of precum decorated the tip. Your thighs clenched together at the sigh, mouth watering, wanting nothing more than to crawl to him and let him use your throat until he was content. However, Mingi had a different plan, leaving that idea for the next time.

Mingi made his way back over to the bed, sitting down where his back was pressed against the headboard. You sit up on shaky arms, watching and waiting for his instructions, not wanting to do anything against his command.

“Come here, princess.” He motioned you forward, and you did as told, moving towards him on shaky legs.

His hands grab your hips as you straddle his waist, your heart hammering in your chest as the need starts to creep up your spine once more. One of your hands gripped his shoulder while the other went down to his dick, starting to line it up with your entrance. Mingi couldn’t help but chuckle at how desperate you were to have him in you.

However, his grip on your hips tightened, keeping you from sinking down onto him fully. A whine tore through your throat as you looked at him with teary eyes. You tried to wiggle your hips as you felt his tip prodding at your entrance, but not quite going in.

“Mmm, what do good girls do?” He asked, leaning forward to press hot kisses along your collarbone. You whined, fingers digging into his forearms as you fought against his grip, just wanting to sink down onto him. Noticing that you weren’t going to do as he says, he pulled away, a hard gaze fixed on his features. “Don’t make me ask again.” Mingi’s voice was cold, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

A whine fell from your lips as you met his heated gaze, and the tears that pooled at your waterline broke free. Frustration bubbled in your chest, biting on the inside of your cheek. You wanted to talk back and tell him to just let you ride him, but you had a feeling that doing so would just result in the opposite of that. Then it clicked in your brain, this could be what gets you what you wanted.

“Just fuck me, Mingi.” You sassed with a roll of your eyes, and it was then that something switched in Mingi’s mind. Something clouds his mind as he flips the two of you around until you are lying on your back, staring at him with wide eyes.

You opened your mouth to say something, but only a small squeak came out as he wrapped his fingers around your neck, squeezing. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, staring up at him, body wiggling underneath him in anticipation.

“What happened to my good girl?” Mingi asked, the corner of his lip twitching and his eyes growing dark.

You couldn’t help the smirk that started to spread on your lips, not entirely sure what was coming over you, but the insatiable need to act out was stronger than ever. The expression, however, only annoyed Mingi further, though your next words finally push him over the edge.

“The good girl is gone, Min, fuck me like the slut that I am.” Your voice was sweet like honey as you stared up at him with doe eyes.

“So you wanna be treated like a slut?” He chuckled darkly, causing more heat to pool in the pit of your stomach, “then I’ll treat you like a slut.”

He then slid inside of your wet heat in one go, causing your jaw to go slack, eyes rolling back. Broken moans fall through your lips as his pace picks up, not giving you a moment to adjust. His hold on your throat tightens as he fucks into you, dark spots clouding your vision.

“Who knew you were such a dirty girl?” Mingi chuckled, hips snapping into yours, hitting all of the right spots deep inside of your cunt.

His hold on your throat tightens until you are left with very little oxygen supply, making your brain go hazy. Mingi watched smugly as your mouth opened, gasping as he pistoned his cock into your cunt. It wasn’t until your nails were digging into his wrist, gasping for breath, and walls clenching around him tightly that he loosened his grip, allowing you to breathe.

“Fuck baby, you’re squeezing me so tight.” Mingi groaned, his other hand squeezing your hip to keep you in place as you started to squirm, the sensitivity starting to get to you. He watched as your mouth dropped open once more, and a thought flooded into his mind.

Leaning down, “stick your tongue out, princess.” His voice was husky as he bit back a groan from how tight you were squeezing him, a telltale sign that you were close. You whined as he brushed over your sweet spot, pulling more tears from your eyes. Moving his hand from your neck, he grabs your cheeks, smooshing them together, making your eyes focus on him. “Stick your tongue out,” Mingi repeated himself with a growl, and this time you did as told, letting your tongue loll out.

Mingi gathered a ball of saliva in his mouth before spitting it into your mouth, watching as it slid down your tongue, which only made him ten times harder. When you closed your mouth to swallow without him telling you to do so, he groaned.

“Mingi!” You screamed his name as he slammed into you roughly, inching you closer to your orgasm, black dots clouding your vision.

“Are you close already, baby?” He cooed mockingly as he removed his hand from your face to place it back on your throat, squeezing until a choked moan came from your lips. His other hand then moves down to circle your clit, eliciting a breathless cry from your lungs.

With a few more tweaks of his fingers on your little bundle of nerves had you falling over the edge. Your back arched off the bed, a strangled cry falling from your lips as your walls started to flutter around Mingi’s cock. Mingi groaned loudly as he continued to pound into you, relishing in the lewd sounds that came from your spasming cunt.

“Fuck princess,” He chuckled, but was cut off as you squeezed him rather tightly, nearly knocking him over the edge as well, but he wasn’t quite ready yet. So he slowed his movements until he was completely still, allowing you to breathe for just a moment.

“M-Mingi…” You whined when he pulled out of your abused pussy, but you couldn’t help but feel empty and wanting nothing more than to have him stuff you full once more.

Just as you were about to open your mouth to beg him to fuck you full of his cum, he let go of your throat and flipped your body around until you were lying on your stomach. A gasp fell from your lips when he grabbed your hips to pull you up, lying on your knees and forearms.

“We’re not done yet, still gotta stuff my little slut full of my cum.” He teased your entrance with his tip once more, listening to your whines, “stuff you so full you’ll be lucky I don’t get you pregnant.”

A choked gasp fell from your lips as he slid into you once more, your cum and slick making it far too easy to do so. Your eyes rolling at the feeling of his tip hitting your cervix with each thrust, making your whole body tremble from the oversensitivity.

“You would like that, though, wouldn’t you?” Mingi teased, hands gripped your hips tightly as he continued to fuck into you, “you’d look so fucking hot carrying my baby.” He groaned just thinking about how swollen your belly would get or how big your breasts would grow; the thought nearly made him bust then and there.

“Please,” You cry out, face muffled by the pillows as your tears stain the fabric under you. Your brain turns into mush as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly, making stars dance across your vision.

However, Mingi didn’t like how quiet you had gotten, wanting to hear every little sound you made. So he removed one hand from your hip to trail up your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake, until he got to your head. He wrapped his hand in your hair before tugging upward, lifting your body, causing a loud whine to slip from your lips.

“M-Mingi, ‘s too much. I can’t—'' You cried out, tears spilling from your eyes. Your body felt overwhelmingly warm as another orgasm crept up your spine, tightening the knot in the pit of your stomach.

“You can, baby, I know you can.” Mingi’s voice turned soft, making your mind reel as your head fell back onto his shoulder while his hands fell back to your hips.

Your vision was going hazy as you wrapped your hands around his forearm, trying to ground yourself. However, when Mingi pressed down on the bulge in your lower tummy, that little band snapped, and you came all over his cock once more, silent cries falling from your lips as you went lightheaded.

“That’s my good girl, you did so good for me.” Mingi cooed against your head, hand moving up to your sternum to hold you close to his body as his own orgasm hit, spilling deep into your womb. His thrust slowed until they came to a full stop inside, plugging his seed in your still-tight hole.

Mingi pressed soft kisses along your shoulder and neck, waiting until your breathing evened out and you opened your eyes. Once your eyes were open, he pressed a soft kiss against the skin of your cheek.

“Let’s get cleaned up so we can eat dinner.” He whispered softly, trailing kisses along your jaw. You inhaled deeply, trying to focus your vision before nodding, allowing him to take care of you like he normally does.

After both of you got cleaned up and ate dinner, you were sitting on the couch, cuddled up under a blanket, watching whatever movie you both had agreed on. You lay against his chest, playing with his fingers that were wrapped around your waist.

“Princess,” His voice jolted you out of your thoughts, and you hummed, looking up at him. “Don’t ever be scared to talk to me about stuff like that, okay?” He told you, tightening his grip on your waist, pulling you further into him. “I want to make it enjoyable for both of us.”

You felt your chest tighten at the guilty look that crossed his face. Turning around, you sat on your knees in front of him, cupping his face in your hands.

“I will. I promise my love and don’t feel guilty, please.” You pouted slightly before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Mingi chuckled against your lips before closing the gap and sealing your lips in a gentle and sweet kiss.

The two of you then parted, and you lay on his chest, relishing in his warmth. Mingi wrapped his arms around you before turning his attention back to the TV, not quite tired yet. Once you fell asleep, he turned everything off and carried you to bed.

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You shouldn't have made eye contact, not with Seungcheol. Not when his stare alone made your thighs press together and your pulse skip. He didn't smile; instead, he just watched you intently, like he was waiting for the right moment. He already knew exactly how and when you'd crack.

Another thing, you really shouldn't have turned your head just slightly to find Mingyu standing directly behind him. Mingyu was the opposite of Seungcheol; his smile crooked as he stared you down like a predator eyeing its prey. His sharp eyes devour you just as hungrily as Seungcheol’s, but there was something in his eyes that made him look like he was already planning which mirror he’d bend you over.

They didn’t approach you, not yet. They didn’t need to. All night, they just watched and stared. Their smirks are engraved in your brain, and they are all you can think about, no matter how much you drink or how much you try to distract yourself. To make it worse (or better), every single time you glanced back, they were closer.

By midnight, your drink was untouched and definitely flat, your panties were so damp it was almost uncomfortable, and you were one look away from begging. That was when Seungcheol moved. Soon enough, he’s one step behind you, his musky cologne settling into your nostrils. Mingyu reaches you not long after in a few long strides, his smirk only growing. His voice brushed against your ear teasingly, sending shivers down your spine.

"You wore that for us."

It wasn’t a question, and you also didn't deny it.

"Do you know what that does to us?" Seungcheol murmured, his breath at your neck now. "When you walk around acting like you aren't already ours?"

You swallowed.

"Come upstairs."

It wasn’t a request, no, this was a flat-out demand, no sugar coating it. Mingyu's hand curled almost comfortingly around your wrist as you’re ushered away, whilst Seungcheol’s hand was already low on your back, keeping you as grounded as you could be in that moment.

And just like that, you were walking into the elevator and into their world. You were walking straight into fire.

The penthouse door closes behind you with a deep, metallic click. That sound alone makes your stomach flip. This is real now. Your back hits the wall before you can take a breath or take in the exquisite furniture of the penthouse.

Seungcheol's hand braces beside your head, boxing you in. His body presses close, not touching you, just making sure you know he was present and dominating the air around you. Mingyu moves in from the other side, his fingers trailing along the hem of your skimpy dress.

They haven’t even kissed you yet, and you’re already trembling.

"Still pretending you're not desperate for it?" Mingyu asks, his voice low and husky, but his words warm against your cheek. His fingers slide under the fabric of your dress, brushing against your bare skin and soaked panties.

"She’s soaked through," he mutters to Seungcheol without looking away from you. "Little slut came upstairs ready to be ruined."

Seungcheol grabs your jaw firmly. "Open."

Your lips part willingly while his thumb pushes between them and rests on your tongue. "Good girl. Keep that mouth soft. You're going to need it."

You moan around his thumb as Mingyu slides down your body. His tongue flicks over your inner thigh quickly, then he stands abruptly, eyes darkening with each pass he makes over your trembling form.

"Take it off," he orders. "All of it. Slowly."

You obey without question. You peel the dress off your body inch by inch, letting it slide down your arms, your waist, your hips. You step out of it, barefoot now. Your panties come next, until you’re left completely bare under their eyes, you're trembling, exposed, and burning.

"Turn around," Seungcheol says. "Hands on the table."

You do. The glass is cool under your palms. The view behind the floor-to-ceiling windows is breathtaking. City lights stretch endlessly; anyone could see in if the one-way blinds weren’t drawn. You're thankful for that much.

But not for long.

Mingyu steps behind you, his large hands coming to rest on your hips.

"Spread your legs. Wider."

He kneels quickly, and you don’t get time to react until you gasp when his mouth finds you, hot and wet and so hungry. His tongue slides between your folds, and your knees just about buckle, but Seungcheol is there instantly, grabbing a fistful of your hair to steady you.

"Stay still," he growls. "Let him taste what belongs to us."

Your moans echo through the room, but Mingyu doesn’t stop. One of his huge arms wraps around your thigh, pinning you open, while the other hand slides between your cheeks, spreading them wider as his tongue fucks into you deeper.

You cry out when he sucks on your sensitive clit, your body twitching on it’s own accord, with your orgasm rushing up way too fast, and it’s overtaking all of your senses.

"Gyu—I'm gonna—"

He stops, making you sob loudly at the lack of orgasm and contact.

Seungcheol laughs darkly. "You don’t get to cum unless we say so. Understand?"

You nod frantically, tears already welling in your eyes.

"Say it."

"I don’t cum unless you say so. Please, please, I need it."

He lets go of your hair, and Mingyu stands and moves to the front of you. Both of them are rock hard now, their cocks straining against their tight slacks. Seungcheol walks around you, fists your hair again, and tilts your head up.

"On your knees."

Your knees hit the marble, cold and sharp, but you don’t care. Your pulse is a scream in your throat, begging to be released. Seungcheol unbuckles his belt with slow, deliberate clicks, then lets it dangle from one hand like a warning. Mingyu is already in front of you, zipper down, cock heavy and flushed, waiting.

"Open that pretty mouth of yours," he says.

You do. He doesn’t go easy; he keeps one hand on the back of your head, pushes himself in deep, and you gag around him. Your throat tightens, but you take it, you let him fuck your face, hot and wet and messy, with spit dripping down your chin.

"Look at you," Seungcheol says behind you, voice thick with pride. "Such a good little cockslut."

You whimper around Mingyu’s length. Seungcheol moves closer to you, dragging the leather belt across your ass. Then, snap—the leather cracks against your skin. You jump and moan around Mingyu, ultimately leading to you choking. And still, you don’t pull away.

"Again," he commands—another crack.

Your whole body shakes as you let the pain settle into your body. Mingyu groans, his hips jerking from the next level of stimulation he’s receiving. "Fuck, she likes it."

Your eyes water as he pulls out, strings of saliva clinging to your lips.

Seungcheol lifts your chin. "Get on the bed. Hands and knees."

You scramble up, thighs trembling. Your body is full of fire and ache and want. You feel them behind you; Mingyu’s hands spread your legs just far enough that they can see your dripping cunt, and Seungcheol climbing onto the bed in front of you, his cock thick and hard in his hand.

Mingyu thrusts into you without warning, and you scream from the unexpected feeling that slowly bleeds into pleasure. Seungcheol grips your hair, pulls your mouth to his cock. "You scream around it."

You do, you moan around his length sinfully, while Mingyu pounds into you from behind, each stroke hitting deeper than the last. They fuck you together with no mercy and absolutely no hesitation. Just thick, heavy thrusts, wet sounds, praise and filth poured into your ears.

"You were made for this."

"Our perfect little toy."

"You take us so well, baby. So fucking well."

And when you finally, finally fall apart between them, screaming as your orgasm tears through you, they don’t stop. Mingyu holds your hips steady while Seungcheol fucks himself into your mouth harder. You cry and shake, and fall apart all over again, until you collapse.

Until they say, gently:

"You're ours now. Say it."

Your voice is broken, raw, and best of all, ruined.

"Yours. I'm yours."

The room is still as your chest heaves and your breathing starts to even out. The city outside continues its life, oblivious to your utter wreckage 25 stories up. Mingyu pulls himself out of you slowly, groaning as your slick clings to him. His hands stroke down your back, grounding you. Seungcheol brushes damp hair from your cheeks, his eyes softer now, full of something dark and possessive and unbearably warm.

They ease you down onto the bed, shift you so you're lying between them. Mingyu grabs a warm cloth from the side table as Seungcheol kisses your temple.

"Did so good, baby," Mingyu murmurs as he cleans you, gentle now, reverent. "So fucking perfect."

You whimper when the cloth drags over your swollen core. You're raw and completely overstimulated, but you don't want it to end.

Seungcheol watches you as his fingers trail your jaw. "You ready to say it again?"

You nod.

"Say it loud."

"I'm yours."

Mingyu leans in. "And who do you belong to?"

You look at him and then at Seungcheol.

"Both of you."

They smile. It’s not over. Not by a long shot.

~~~~~~~~~~

You're not sure how long you've been lying between them, bruised and blissed out. The lights are low now, and the air is thick with sweat and something heavier. A promise. Mingyu brushes your hair behind your ear, his knuckles tender against your cheek. Seungcheol moves behind you, spooning your body with a possessiveness that leaves no question.

"You're still shaking," Seungcheol murmurs.

You nod, you can’t help it; their hands and their voices combined—you're too full of them.

"We’re not done," Mingyu says.

Your eyes flutter open, squinting as the light shines slightly in your tired eyes. He leans over the side of the bed and pulls something out from a drawer. Leather glints in his hand. It’s a collar; it’s black and thick, with a delicate silver ring at the very centre, and studded with tiny diamonds. Your breath catches at the sight, and your heart skips a beat, any words you had dying in your throat.

Seungcheol kisses your shoulder. "Do you trust us?"

You nod slowly.

"Words, baby."

"Yes. I trust you."

Mingyu sits on the edge of the bed, turns your face to him. "Then let us keep you."

He fastens the collar around your neck, slow and deliberate. The leather is cool at first, then warm as your skin heats beneath it. The buckle clicks.

"You look so fucking good like this," he whispers. Seungcheol's hand slides between your thighs again, only to find you completely soaked again.

"On your knees."

You move like instinct as the words flow from his plush lips, and the carpet rubs your raw skin that only feels more sensitive the more you kneel. You ache everywhere, and you want more.

Mingyu stands, and he grabs something else from the secret drawer. Cuffs. They’re soft-lined and black as well, to match the collar. He binds your wrists behind your back, chuckling when the lock clicks into place and you look even more vulnerable than before. Seungcheol walks in front of you, his sweats low on his hips, cock exposed, half-hard and heavy. He looks down on you like you’re his prize.

"Open."

You do. He fucks your mouth slowly this time with deep, dragging strokes. His hand tangles messily into your hair, steadying you. Mingyu takes the opportunity to kneel behind you, his hands gripping your ass, spreading you open. You moan around Seungcheol as Mingyu pushes himself into you easily again.

"She’s so needy," Mingyu pants, his hips taking on a steady pace. "She’ll never get enough of this."

Seungcheol groans. "She’s not supposed to."

You're a mess, a toy, even an offering. You cry out around Seungcheol as Mingyu pounds into you, the cuffs tight at your back, the collar heavy around your throat.

You're theirs now. Forever.

~~~~~~~

The collar stays on.

It hides beneath the silk scarf you knot around your throat before dinner. Mingyu picked the outfit; something too short and far too sheer, your nipples barely concealed beneath a sheer black blouse and no bra. Seungcheol added the final touch: no panties.

You’re going to dinner with them like that.

The car ride is quiet as you head to dinner. Mingyu’s hand rests on your thigh, his thumb dragging slow, deliberate circles, almost teasing you. Seungcheol just watches you in the rearview mirror, his eyes dark with lust.

You arrive at the restaurant, it’s a high-end, rooftop place where all the city’s most beautiful people gather. They don’t take reservations. Of course, Seungcheol and Mingyu don’t need one.

You’re seated in a private booth, but it’s not private enough. Not for what they’re planning. Mingyu slides himself in beside you, while Seungcheol takes the other side. The tablecloth is long enough that it drapes to the floor elegantly, fortunately covering anything they may want to attempt. 

"Be good," Seungcheol says, reaching under the table. "Or don’t. We like a challenge."

You don’t expect his fingers to slip between your legs the moment the server walks away after taking your appetiser orders. You gasp loudly, but Mingyu is able to cover it just in the nick of time by bringing a glass of red wine to your lips.

"Drink, baby. Let him play."

Seungcheol leans closer, his voice low and almost condescending. "You’re dripping in public, what a slut."

He circles your clit, letting the pads of his thumbs tease you before falling lower and letting himself play with your entrance. He lets one finger, and then two, slip in and out of your dripping cunt slowly while you try not to shatter. You clutch Mingyu's thigh under the table desperately, and he grabs your wrist, growling in your ear.

"You’re going to make a mess on the seat. You want the staff to see that? Want to walk out with your thighs shaking?"

Your hips jerk as Seungcheol curls his fingers inside you, the action having your insides spasming and your body lurching forward.

"Hold still, or you’ll be bent over the damn table right this minute."

You nod frantically, biting your lip. The waiter returns to take your main course orders, but you can barely make out the specials over the pounding of your heart. You’re not going to last if they keep this up. Seungcheol takes the opportunity to slip another finger inside you, a whimper escaping you while Mingyu strokes your thigh.

You cum silently and quickly, your eyes widening and your pulse stuttering as you try your hardest to keep yourself contained at the table. Your walls clamp around Seungcheol's fingers, and you can feel the fucker smirk against your neck.

"Good girl."

He pulls out and wipes his fingers not so delicately on your inner thigh, letting you feel just how wet you truly were.

"We're not done."

They make you finish your meal with their hands on your body the whole time. You probably came at least another 2 times, but your mind had grown so blank that all you could think about now was them.

Later, back in the car, Mingyu pushes you face-down across the expensive leather seat before the door even closes. He doesn’t wait. He pulls the scarf from your neck, revealing the collar. "You don’t wear this unless you act like ours."

Seungcheol grabs your jaw and forces your mouth open.

"She’ll learn eventually."

The car fills with your cries, your wetness, and your surrender, and outside, the city keeps moving, unaware.

~~~~~~

You don’t remember packing, and you don’t remember much except being told to get in the car and leave your phone behind. Seungcheol drove, while Mingyu never took his hand off your thigh the entire ride.

Now, you're standing in the centre of a secluded cabin, the floor-length windows fogged from the thundering storm outside, and your skin, already overheated.

Mingyu maneuvers your body into the bedroom and presses you against the large wall-length mirror with the fancy detailing on the edges. The collar glints in the low firelight that Seungcheol had started up the moment you entered the cabin.

"Look at yourself," he whispers.

Your breath fogs the glass as you examine yourself; messy and fucked out without even being fucked yet. From behind you, Seungcheol pulls off your sweater effortlessly. No bra, as instructed, their grins growing when your nipples start to pebble in the slightly cool bedroom air. His fingers trail down your spine. You shiver at the contact.

"Spread your legs. Wider."

You obey, of course. Mingyu's hands are firm on your hips, and Seungcheol crouches in front of you, his mouth hot against your inner thigh. His tongue teases you first, a soft swipe that makes you gasp. Then, there’s nothing soft at all in his following actions. He eats you out like it’s the last meal of his life, completely greedy and relentless. You moan, your sweaty forehead pressed to the mirror, smearing it with your need. Mingyu’s fingers close around your throat.

"Not yet."

He tightens the grip around your windpipe, but it’s just enough to have your eyes rolling and your pulse hammering harder.

"You cum when we tell you that you can."

You nod, your voice breaking. "Please."

Seungcheol’s tongue pushes deeper into you, if that was even possible. His hand reaches up to toy with your nipples, pinching hard enough to make you whimper. Mingyu grinds against your ass, hard and thick through his jeans. "You hear that? She’s begging already, such a good little whore for us."

"She’s going to beg all weekend."

They take turns.

Fucking you against the mirror and against the wooden wall. They fuck you on the bed with your wrists tied to the headboard with Seungcheol’s belt while Mingyu forces you to keep eye contact. Your body never gets a chance to cool. Every orgasm is either denied or dragged out. Every moan of yours was silenced by either their hands, their mouths, or their cocks.

You cry and you scream. They never stop. Seungcheol whispers praises in your ear while Mingyu pounds you from behind, hand wrapped around your throat.

"You take us so well. Look at you. Made for this, and us.”

They ruin you, and then put you back together just as quickly. In the morning, you're sore and raw and marked, lying between them as the fire dies low.

"You still ours?" Mingyu asks, his deep voice thick with sleep.

You nod, sleep taking over your sore and wrecked form.

Seungcheol chuckles. "Good. Because this was just the first night."

The fire has burned low. Outside, the wind blows through the tall pine trees and rattles the windowpanes. Inside, the silence between you three is thick with the weight of everything that just happened.

Your skin is still warm and feels completely raw in places. You ache in every limb, and your body hums with the memory of every command, every touch, every moment of surrender.

But here, now, you feel held.

Seungcheol gets up and returns quickly with a wet cloth, wiping gently between your thighs, over your stomach, and up your chest. His eyes don’t leave yours. “Still with us?”

You nod slowly. You’re not sure you could speak even if you tried. Mingyu’s situated right behind you, beefy arms wrapped around your waist, and chin resting on your shoulder. His lips brush your neck.

“You did so well,” he murmurs.

They don’t rush, and they don’t pull away. Seungcheol smooths lotion over the bruises he left earlier, eyes filled with worry as he works the lotion into your skin gingerly. Mingyu kisses the crown of your head, again and again, like a rhythm he doesn’t want to stop.

“You’re ours,” Seungcheol says. “Say it.”

You whisper it against Mingyu’s collarbone. “I’m yours.”

Mingyu tightens his arms. “Both of us. Not one or the other. You don’t choose. You belong to us.”

“You’re not allowed to pull away,” Seungcheol adds. “Not after this. Not ever.”

They say it like a promise, laced thinly like a warning. Almost like they’re daring the world to try and take you from them. You shift to face them fully, resting a hand over each of their hearts. “I don’t want to go anywhere.”

Seungcheol leans down and kisses you slowly. Not hungry, nor commanding. Just his. Mingyu kisses you next, softer than he’s ever been. His hands tremble just slightly as they cradle your face. The three of you lie back down. You’re tucked between them, your collar still on, but now it feels like safety instead of submission. Their legs tangle with yours. Their breathing slows around you.

No one speaks. There’s nothing left to say. You are theirs. And they are yours.

You shouldn't have made eye contact, not with Seungcheol. Not when his stare alone made your thighs press together and your pulse skip. He didn't smile; instead, he just watched you intently, like he was waiting for the right moment. He already knew exactly how and when you'd crack.

Another thing, you really shouldn't have turned your head just slightly to find Mingyu standing directly behind him. Mingyu was the opposite of Seungcheol; his smile crooked as he stared you down like a predator eyeing its prey. His sharp eyes devour you just as hungrily as Seungcheol’s, but there was something in his eyes that made him look like he was already planning which mirror he’d bend you over.

They didn’t approach you, not yet. They didn’t need to. All night, they just watched and stared. Their smirks are engraved in your brain, and they are all you can think about, no matter how much you drink or how much you try to distract yourself. To make it worse (or better), every single time you glanced back, they were closer.

By midnight, your drink was untouched and definitely flat, your panties were so damp it was almost uncomfortable, and you were one look away from begging. That was when Seungcheol moved. Soon enough, he’s one step behind you, his musky cologne settling into your nostrils. Mingyu reaches you not long after in a few long strides, his smirk only growing. His voice brushed against your ear teasingly, sending shivers down your spine.

"You wore that for us."

It wasn’t a question, and you also didn't deny it.

"Do you know what that does to us?" Seungcheol murmured, his breath at your neck now. "When you walk around acting like you aren't already ours?"

You swallowed.

"Come upstairs."

It wasn’t a request, no, this was a flat-out demand, no sugar coating it. Mingyu's hand curled almost comfortingly around your wrist as you’re ushered away, whilst Seungcheol’s hand was already low on your back, keeping you as grounded as you could be in that moment.

And just like that, you were walking into the elevator and into their world. You were walking straight into fire.

The penthouse door closes behind you with a deep, metallic click. That sound alone makes your stomach flip. This is real now. Your back hits the wall before you can take a breath or take in the exquisite furniture of the penthouse.

Seungcheol's hand braces beside your head, boxing you in. His body presses close, not touching you, just making sure you know he was present and dominating the air around you. Mingyu moves in from the other side, his fingers trailing along the hem of your skimpy dress.

They haven’t even kissed you yet, and you’re already trembling.

"Still pretending you're not desperate for it?" Mingyu asks, his voice low and husky, but his words warm against your cheek. His fingers slide under the fabric of your dress, brushing against your bare skin and soaked panties.

"She’s soaked through," he mutters to Seungcheol without looking away from you. "Little slut came upstairs ready to be ruined."

Seungcheol grabs your jaw firmly. "Open."

Your lips part willingly while his thumb pushes between them and rests on your tongue. "Good girl. Keep that mouth soft. You're going to need it."

You moan around his thumb as Mingyu slides down your body. His tongue flicks over your inner thigh quickly, then he stands abruptly, eyes darkening with each pass he makes over your trembling form.

"Take it off," he orders. "All of it. Slowly."

You obey without question. You peel the dress off your body inch by inch, letting it slide down your arms, your waist, your hips. You step out of it, barefoot now. Your panties come next, until you’re left completely bare under their eyes, you're trembling, exposed, and burning.

"Turn around," Seungcheol says. "Hands on the table."

You do. The glass is cool under your palms. The view behind the floor-to-ceiling windows is breathtaking. City lights stretch endlessly; anyone could see in if the one-way blinds weren’t drawn. You're thankful for that much.

But not for long.

Mingyu steps behind you, his large hands coming to rest on your hips.

"Spread your legs. Wider."

He kneels quickly, and you don’t get time to react until you gasp when his mouth finds you, hot and wet and so hungry. His tongue slides between your folds, and your knees just about buckle, but Seungcheol is there instantly, grabbing a fistful of your hair to steady you.

"Stay still," he growls. "Let him taste what belongs to us."

Your moans echo through the room, but Mingyu doesn’t stop. One of his huge arms wraps around your thigh, pinning you open, while the other hand slides between your cheeks, spreading them wider as his tongue fucks into you deeper.

You cry out when he sucks on your sensitive clit, your body twitching on it’s own accord, with your orgasm rushing up way too fast, and it’s overtaking all of your senses.

"Gyu—I'm gonna—"

He stops, making you sob loudly at the lack of orgasm and contact.

Seungcheol laughs darkly. "You don’t get to cum unless we say so. Understand?"

You nod frantically, tears already welling in your eyes.

"Say it."

"I don’t cum unless you say so. Please, please, I need it."

He lets go of your hair, and Mingyu stands and moves to the front of you. Both of them are rock hard now, their cocks straining against their tight slacks. Seungcheol walks around you, fists your hair again, and tilts your head up.

"On your knees."

Your knees hit the marble, cold and sharp, but you don’t care. Your pulse is a scream in your throat, begging to be released. Seungcheol unbuckles his belt with slow, deliberate clicks, then lets it dangle from one hand like a warning. Mingyu is already in front of you, zipper down, cock heavy and flushed, waiting.

"Open that pretty mouth of yours," he says.

You do. He doesn’t go easy; he keeps one hand on the back of your head, pushes himself in deep, and you gag around him. Your throat tightens, but you take it, you let him fuck your face, hot and wet and messy, with spit dripping down your chin.

"Look at you," Seungcheol says behind you, voice thick with pride. "Such a good little cockslut."

You whimper around Mingyu’s length. Seungcheol moves closer to you, dragging the leather belt across your ass. Then, snap—the leather cracks against your skin. You jump and moan around Mingyu, ultimately leading to you choking. And still, you don’t pull away.

"Again," he commands—another crack.

Your whole body shakes as you let the pain settle into your body. Mingyu groans, his hips jerking from the next level of stimulation he’s receiving. "Fuck, she likes it."

Your eyes water as he pulls out, strings of saliva clinging to your lips.

Seungcheol lifts your chin. "Get on the bed. Hands and knees."

You scramble up, thighs trembling. Your body is full of fire and ache and want. You feel them behind you; Mingyu’s hands spread your legs just far enough that they can see your dripping cunt, and Seungcheol climbing onto the bed in front of you, his cock thick and hard in his hand.

Mingyu thrusts into you without warning, and you scream from the unexpected feeling that slowly bleeds into pleasure. Seungcheol grips your hair, pulls your mouth to his cock. "You scream around it."

You do, you moan around his length sinfully, while Mingyu pounds into you from behind, each stroke hitting deeper than the last. They fuck you together with no mercy and absolutely no hesitation. Just thick, heavy thrusts, wet sounds, praise and filth poured into your ears.

"You were made for this."

"Our perfect little toy."

"You take us so well, baby. So fucking well."

And when you finally, finally fall apart between them, screaming as your orgasm tears through you, they don’t stop. Mingyu holds your hips steady while Seungcheol fucks himself into your mouth harder. You cry and shake, and fall apart all over again, until you collapse.

Until they say, gently:

"You're ours now. Say it."

Your voice is broken, raw, and best of all, ruined.

"Yours. I'm yours."

The room is still as your chest heaves and your breathing starts to even out. The city outside continues its life, oblivious to your utter wreckage 25 stories up. Mingyu pulls himself out of you slowly, groaning as your slick clings to him. His hands stroke down your back, grounding you. Seungcheol brushes damp hair from your cheeks, his eyes softer now, full of something dark and possessive and unbearably warm.

They ease you down onto the bed, shift you so you're lying between them. Mingyu grabs a warm cloth from the side table as Seungcheol kisses your temple.

"Did so good, baby," Mingyu murmurs as he cleans you, gentle now, reverent. "So fucking perfect."

You whimper when the cloth drags over your swollen core. You're raw and completely overstimulated, but you don't want it to end.

Seungcheol watches you as his fingers trail your jaw. "You ready to say it again?"

You nod.

"Say it loud."

"I'm yours."

Mingyu leans in. "And who do you belong to?"

You look at him and then at Seungcheol.

"Both of you."

They smile. It’s not over. Not by a long shot.

~~~~~~~~~~

You're not sure how long you've been lying between them, bruised and blissed out. The lights are low now, and the air is thick with sweat and something heavier. A promise. Mingyu brushes your hair behind your ear, his knuckles tender against your cheek. Seungcheol moves behind you, spooning your body with a possessiveness that leaves no question.

"You're still shaking," Seungcheol murmurs.

You nod, you can’t help it; their hands and their voices combined—you're too full of them.

"We’re not done," Mingyu says.

Your eyes flutter open, squinting as the light shines slightly in your tired eyes. He leans over the side of the bed and pulls something out from a drawer. Leather glints in his hand. It’s a collar; it’s black and thick, with a delicate silver ring at the very centre, and studded with tiny diamonds. Your breath catches at the sight, and your heart skips a beat, any words you had dying in your throat.

Seungcheol kisses your shoulder. "Do you trust us?"

You nod slowly.

"Words, baby."

"Yes. I trust you."

Mingyu sits on the edge of the bed, turns your face to him. "Then let us keep you."

He fastens the collar around your neck, slow and deliberate. The leather is cool at first, then warm as your skin heats beneath it. The buckle clicks.

"You look so fucking good like this," he whispers. Seungcheol's hand slides between your thighs again, only to find you completely soaked again.

"On your knees."

You move like instinct as the words flow from his plush lips, and the carpet rubs your raw skin that only feels more sensitive the more you kneel. You ache everywhere, and you want more.

Mingyu stands, and he grabs something else from the secret drawer. Cuffs. They’re soft-lined and black as well, to match the collar. He binds your wrists behind your back, chuckling when the lock clicks into place and you look even more vulnerable than before. Seungcheol walks in front of you, his sweats low on his hips, cock exposed, half-hard and heavy. He looks down on you like you’re his prize.

"Open."

You do. He fucks your mouth slowly this time with deep, dragging strokes. His hand tangles messily into your hair, steadying you. Mingyu takes the opportunity to kneel behind you, his hands gripping your ass, spreading you open. You moan around Seungcheol as Mingyu pushes himself into you easily again.

"She’s so needy," Mingyu pants, his hips taking on a steady pace. "She’ll never get enough of this."

Seungcheol groans. "She’s not supposed to."

You're a mess, a toy, even an offering. You cry out around Seungcheol as Mingyu pounds into you, the cuffs tight at your back, the collar heavy around your throat.

You're theirs now. Forever.

~~~~~~~

The collar stays on.

It hides beneath the silk scarf you knot around your throat before dinner. Mingyu picked the outfit; something too short and far too sheer, your nipples barely concealed beneath a sheer black blouse and no bra. Seungcheol added the final touch: no panties.

You’re going to dinner with them like that.

The car ride is quiet as you head to dinner. Mingyu’s hand rests on your thigh, his thumb dragging slow, deliberate circles, almost teasing you. Seungcheol just watches you in the rearview mirror, his eyes dark with lust.

You arrive at the restaurant, it’s a high-end, rooftop place where all the city’s most beautiful people gather. They don’t take reservations. Of course, Seungcheol and Mingyu don’t need one.

You’re seated in a private booth, but it’s not private enough. Not for what they’re planning. Mingyu slides himself in beside you, while Seungcheol takes the other side. The tablecloth is long enough that it drapes to the floor elegantly, fortunately covering anything they may want to attempt. 

"Be good," Seungcheol says, reaching under the table. "Or don’t. We like a challenge."

You don’t expect his fingers to slip between your legs the moment the server walks away after taking your appetiser orders. You gasp loudly, but Mingyu is able to cover it just in the nick of time by bringing a glass of red wine to your lips.

"Drink, baby. Let him play."

Seungcheol leans closer, his voice low and almost condescending. "You’re dripping in public, what a slut."

He circles your clit, letting the pads of his thumbs tease you before falling lower and letting himself play with your entrance. He lets one finger, and then two, slip in and out of your dripping cunt slowly while you try not to shatter. You clutch Mingyu's thigh under the table desperately, and he grabs your wrist, growling in your ear.

"You’re going to make a mess on the seat. You want the staff to see that? Want to walk out with your thighs shaking?"

Your hips jerk as Seungcheol curls his fingers inside you, the action having your insides spasming and your body lurching forward.

"Hold still, or you’ll be bent over the damn table right this minute."

You nod frantically, biting your lip. The waiter returns to take your main course orders, but you can barely make out the specials over the pounding of your heart. You’re not going to last if they keep this up. Seungcheol takes the opportunity to slip another finger inside you, a whimper escaping you while Mingyu strokes your thigh.

You cum silently and quickly, your eyes widening and your pulse stuttering as you try your hardest to keep yourself contained at the table. Your walls clamp around Seungcheol's fingers, and you can feel the fucker smirk against your neck.

"Good girl."

He pulls out and wipes his fingers not so delicately on your inner thigh, letting you feel just how wet you truly were.

"We're not done."

They make you finish your meal with their hands on your body the whole time. You probably came at least another 2 times, but your mind had grown so blank that all you could think about now was them.

Later, back in the car, Mingyu pushes you face-down across the expensive leather seat before the door even closes. He doesn’t wait. He pulls the scarf from your neck, revealing the collar. "You don’t wear this unless you act like ours."

Seungcheol grabs your jaw and forces your mouth open.

"She’ll learn eventually."

The car fills with your cries, your wetness, and your surrender, and outside, the city keeps moving, unaware.

~~~~~~

You don’t remember packing, and you don’t remember much except being told to get in the car and leave your phone behind. Seungcheol drove, while Mingyu never took his hand off your thigh the entire ride.

Now, you're standing in the centre of a secluded cabin, the floor-length windows fogged from the thundering storm outside, and your skin, already overheated.

Mingyu maneuvers your body into the bedroom and presses you against the large wall-length mirror with the fancy detailing on the edges. The collar glints in the low firelight that Seungcheol had started up the moment you entered the cabin.

"Look at yourself," he whispers.

Your breath fogs the glass as you examine yourself; messy and fucked out without even being fucked yet. From behind you, Seungcheol pulls off your sweater effortlessly. No bra, as instructed, their grins growing when your nipples start to pebble in the slightly cool bedroom air. His fingers trail down your spine. You shiver at the contact.

"Spread your legs. Wider."

You obey, of course. Mingyu's hands are firm on your hips, and Seungcheol crouches in front of you, his mouth hot against your inner thigh. His tongue teases you first, a soft swipe that makes you gasp. Then, there’s nothing soft at all in his following actions. He eats you out like it’s the last meal of his life, completely greedy and relentless. You moan, your sweaty forehead pressed to the mirror, smearing it with your need. Mingyu’s fingers close around your throat.

"Not yet."

He tightens the grip around your windpipe, but it’s just enough to have your eyes rolling and your pulse hammering harder.

"You cum when we tell you that you can."

You nod, your voice breaking. "Please."

Seungcheol’s tongue pushes deeper into you, if that was even possible. His hand reaches up to toy with your nipples, pinching hard enough to make you whimper. Mingyu grinds against your ass, hard and thick through his jeans. "You hear that? She’s begging already, such a good little whore for us."

"She’s going to beg all weekend."

They take turns.

Fucking you against the mirror and against the wooden wall. They fuck you on the bed with your wrists tied to the headboard with Seungcheol’s belt while Mingyu forces you to keep eye contact. Your body never gets a chance to cool. Every orgasm is either denied or dragged out. Every moan of yours was silenced by either their hands, their mouths, or their cocks.

You cry and you scream. They never stop. Seungcheol whispers praises in your ear while Mingyu pounds you from behind, hand wrapped around your throat.

"You take us so well. Look at you. Made for this, and us.”

They ruin you, and then put you back together just as quickly. In the morning, you're sore and raw and marked, lying between them as the fire dies low.

"You still ours?" Mingyu asks, his deep voice thick with sleep.

You nod, sleep taking over your sore and wrecked form.

Seungcheol chuckles. "Good. Because this was just the first night."

The fire has burned low. Outside, the wind blows through the tall pine trees and rattles the windowpanes. Inside, the silence between you three is thick with the weight of everything that just happened.

Your skin is still warm and feels completely raw in places. You ache in every limb, and your body hums with the memory of every command, every touch, every moment of surrender.

But here, now, you feel held.

Seungcheol gets up and returns quickly with a wet cloth, wiping gently between your thighs, over your stomach, and up your chest. His eyes don’t leave yours. “Still with us?”

You nod slowly. You’re not sure you could speak even if you tried. Mingyu’s situated right behind you, beefy arms wrapped around your waist, and chin resting on your shoulder. His lips brush your neck.

“You did so well,” he murmurs.

They don’t rush, and they don’t pull away. Seungcheol smooths lotion over the bruises he left earlier, eyes filled with worry as he works the lotion into your skin gingerly. Mingyu kisses the crown of your head, again and again, like a rhythm he doesn’t want to stop.

“You’re ours,” Seungcheol says. “Say it.”

You whisper it against Mingyu’s collarbone. “I’m yours.”

Mingyu tightens his arms. “Both of us. Not one or the other. You don’t choose. You belong to us.”

“You’re not allowed to pull away,” Seungcheol adds. “Not after this. Not ever.”

They say it like a promise, laced thinly like a warning. Almost like they’re daring the world to try and take you from them. You shift to face them fully, resting a hand over each of their hearts. “I don’t want to go anywhere.”

Seungcheol leans down and kisses you slowly. Not hungry, nor commanding. Just his. Mingyu kisses you next, softer than he’s ever been. His hands tremble just slightly as they cradle your face. The three of you lie back down. You’re tucked between them, your collar still on, but now it feels like safety instead of submission. Their legs tangle with yours. Their breathing slows around you.

No one speaks. There’s nothing left to say. You are theirs. And they are yours.