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“Or watch,” you muttered under your breath, teasing, joking, half testing him which made Yunho’s dark eyes flick up to yours, slow and heated. “Would that bother you?” he murmured, pressing closer, his hand slipping lower now, to your hip. “If he did?” Your breath caught. “You’d be so quiet for me, wouldn’t you?” he said, voice lower now, lips brushing your ear. “So good.” His fingers moved again, slipping between your thighs now, barely touching, just enough to make your whole body ache as his fingers trailed slow and deliberate down the curve of your hip, barely brushing beneath the waistband of your shorts.

“Turn over,” he murmured, voice husky against your temple. You blinked, breath stalling. “What?” He nuzzled closer, lips skimming your cheek, your jaw. “On your stomach,” he whispered. “It’ll be quieter.” You swallowed hard, eyes flicking toward Mingi’s sleeping form. He hadn’t moved an inch, blanket tangled at his waist, mouth slightly open. Dead to the world. Still… “Yunho…” His hand slid lower, palm heavy as it squeezed your ass beneath the sheets. “You’ll keep your face in the pillow, and I won’t let the bed move.” His voice dipped even deeper, dark and slow like honey. “I’ll fuck you slow, baby. You just have to be good for me.”

You hated how fast your body responded, heat pooling between your legs, your breath already shaky. “But….”

“Do you trust me?”

Your heart thudded as you nodded.

“Then turn over.”

The sheets rustled softly as you rolled onto your stomach, cheek pressed into the cool pillowcase. Your pulse fluttered as Yunho eased the covers down your body, his hand dragging them slowly off your back and your hips. He bent low, lips pressing to your spine. “So quiet for me,” he murmured, kissing a trail down your back. “So good…” his hand slid back up your spine, this time bunching the oversized shirt you wore, his shirt, higher and higher until it was caught just beneath your breasts so he could lean over you, pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades, the weight of his body sinking deliciously against yours.

You felt him shift behind you, the unmistakable brush of him thick and hard, pressing between your thighs as he lined himself up. “I missed this,” he breathed, dragging the tip of his dick through your folds once… twice… before he pushed forward, slow, achingly slow and you gasped because you couldn’t help it as he filled you, the stretch so deep and perfect that your mouth parted in a soft, helpless moan.

Yunho froze for a second, buried inside you to the hilt before he chuckled low under his breath, his lips at your ear. “Baby…” he murmured, amusement laced with warning. “You trying to wake him up?” You whimpered into the pillow, biting your lip as he pulled out just enough to make you ache, then slid back in slow, grinding his hips against you with a low exhale. “I said quiet,” he whispered, his hand slipping beneath your shirt to palm your breast, fingers teasing your nipple until you were trembling. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”

You nodded into the pillow, your hands clutching the sheets as he started to move again, deep, slow thrusts that lit fire across every nerve. “You feel too good not to be loud,” he teased, his voice smug now, hips rolling smoother, harder. “But you don’t want Mingi to know how good I’m fucking you, do you?” Another quiet moan slipped out and Yunho grinned. “Thought so.”

You whimpered as he buried himself deeper. Every slow thrust had your body trembling beneath him, your legs spread just wide enough under the sheets to let him move the way he wanted, deliberate, controlled and deep. His hand remained curled under your shirt, cupping your breast, fingers rolling your nipple until your hips jerked back into him like muscle memory and another moan slipped from your lips, soft, breathy and desperate. And then Yunho’s hand moved. Smooth and sudden, he slid it from your breast up to your mouth, covering it gently but firmly.

“Shhh,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear, voice a slow whisper of smoke. “I told you to be quiet.” Your eyes fluttered shut. The weight of his body behind you, the heat of his hand over your mouth, the slow press of his dick filling you again and again, it was too much, too good, too risky. And across the room, Mingi shifted in the other bed making Yunho go still immediately, still buried inside you, hand frozen over your mouth. The only sound was the hum of the AC and the thunder in your ears.

Then… nothing. Mingi just turned over, muttered something incoherent in his sleep, and settled back into steady, oblivious breathing as Yunho leaned down, his chest against your back now, voice low and sinful. “Told you,” he whispered, lips curving into a smirk against your skin. “Even if he did wake up, he’d just go back to sleep.” But he didn’t pull his hand away. If anything, he pressed it firmer against your mouth, his other hand gripping your hip as he began to move again, slower, deeper thrusts that dragged along every inch of you.

He fucked you like he had all night, like his best friend wasn’t sleeping just a few feet away. Every time you gasped, he gave you a warning squeeze. Every time your body tightened around him, he whispered praise against your neck. “You’re so good for me,” he murmured, his pace never faltering. “So quiet, even when I know you wanna scream.”

Yunho’s thrusts stayed slow, but they’d grown heavier, more intentional. His hand stayed wrapped over your mouth, palm damp with the soundless moans you kept trying not to let out. The other was anchored at your hip now, keeping you in place, guiding every roll of his hips into yours with precision. He was breathing harder now, quiet exhales brushing your shoulder as he bent over you, his chest pressing to your back, his dick dragging deep with each measured thrust. And you didn’t hear it. You didn’t see it. But Yunho did.

A shift across the room. A faint creak of mattress springs. A sudden absence of snoring. Yunho glanced up from the curve of your spine, eyes lifting just over your shoulder toward the other bed and froze. Mingi. Eyes half lidded, face barely visible in the shadows. Awake and watching. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just stared across the dark room, one hand resting under the covers, the other loosely curled by his face. His expression was unreadable, half asleep or maybe just mesmerized, but he made no effort to look away.

And Yunho held the stare. His lips curled into the faintest smirk as he gave one slow, deliberate thrust, his hips grinding into you just enough to make your eyes roll back, a soft whimper muffled against his hand. You didn’t notice the shift. Didn’t notice the way Yunho’s attention was split now, half on you, half on his best friend watching silently from the dark as he bent lower again, lips brushing your ear. “You’re doing so good,” he whispered, voice silk and fire. “Being so quiet for me.”

And then, eyes still locked on Mingi’s, he thrust again, deeper this time and Mingi’s fingers twitched beneath the sheet making Yunho’s grin deepen. But you? You were too far gone, blissfully unaware, face buried in the pillow, body arching back into every punishingly slow stroke as Yunho licked his lips, gaze never breaking because he knew exactly what he was doing. He didn’t look away. Not when Mingi’s eyes stayed on him. Not when the blanket over Mingi shifted just slightly, just enough to catch the movement of his hand sliding lower beneath the sheets.

He watched. Controlled. Kept his rhythm steady. All while you writhed beneath him, unaware that your entire body had become a private performance. For him. And now for Mingi as well. You whimpered again, eyes squeezed shut, back arching helplessly against the slow, possessive drag of Yunho’s dick inside you. His hand was still over your mouth, his other gripping your hip so tight it would bruise by morning. His breath hitched once as he watched the outline of Mingi’s hand begin to move, slow and steady, under the blanket.

Yunho’s lips brushed your ear again, voice low, but there was something else behind it now. A sharpness. “You’re taking me so well, baby,” he whispered, just loud enough for both of you to hear. “So wet for me… always so ready.” You let out a muffled moan, head turning toward the pillow, desperate and overstimulated as Yunho’s gaze flicked back to Mingi. Still watching. Still moving under the sheets, hand clearly wrapped around his own dick. Good.

Without warning, Yunho slowly pulled out of you. You whimpered in protest, wriggling your hips back toward him, but he was already moving, shifting, rolling you onto your back with careful hands making You blink up at him, dazed. “Yunho?” He shushed you with a kiss, slow and soft, one hand brushing your hair out of your face. “Shhh. Want to see you.” Before you could answer, his hands gripped your thighs, spreading you open, lifting your legs up, bending them at the knees and hooking them over his broad shoulders.

You gasped. The stretch. The angle. The intimacy of it. Was almost overwhelming as he pushed back in making your hands fly to your mouth, eyes wide as his dick slid back inside you with one slow, perfect thrust. Yunho groaned, quiet but guttural, his eyes never leaving yours. His grip on your thighs tightened, jaw flexing as he pulled almost all the way out and pushed in again, deeper, smoother, harder. “You’re so tight like this,” he rasped. “So fucking perfect.”

You could barely breathe, barely think, caught between the sweet stretch and the shameful thrill of getting fucked just feet away from your boyfriend’s best friend. But he wasn’t sleeping. Mingi’s eyes were wide now, the blanket tugged a little higher up his chest as his hand moved steadily beneath it. He was panting, trying to stay silent, trying not to move the bed. And Yunho was watching every second of it like it was his own personal reward. He looked back down at you, smiling through grit teeth. “Look at you,” he whispered. “Trying so hard not to scream for me.”

You bit your lip hard. Your whole body was coiled tight, legs trembling where they hung over his shoulders, your nails digging into the sheets. And Yunho leaned down, folding you in half more, driving even deeper as his voice dropped to a murmur, for your ears alone. But his eyes stayed on Mingi. “You’re mine.” He murmured against your skin, his voice rough, ragged, but controlled just like everything else about him.

You moaned, quiet and ruined, your hands gripping the sheets like you were trying to stay grounded. And then he grinned. That crooked, dangerous grin he only wore when he knew he had all the power. “And my best friend,” he whispered, dipping closer, his lips brushing your jaw as his voice dropped to a low, amused purr, “is getting himself off to us right now.”

Your eyes flew open. “WHAT?” You tried to turn your head, but Yunho caught your jaw, holding it gently, kissing the corner of your mouth like he hadn’t just detonated a bomb in your chest. “Mmm mmm,” he murmured, voice like velvet sin. “Eyes on me, baby.” And then he started to really move. Not slow this time. Not soft. He drove into you with one powerful thrust, then another, his hips slamming against the back of your thighs with each stroke, the angle hitting so deep it had your mouth falling open in a silent cry.

“Now you’re being loud,” he groaned, burying himself to the hilt. “What happened to being quiet for me, huh?” You whimpered, blinking through tears as your entire body rocked beneath him as he leaned down again, pressing your legs further up, deeper inside you now, your body stretching around him, made to take him like this. “Can’t help it?” he cooed, taunting, lips curling against your cheek. “Knowing he’s over there watching me fuck you like this?”

You finally turned your head and saw Mingi. His eyes blown wide, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling fast as he sat halfway up in bed now, one hand fisted under the covers, the other braced behind him. He looked wrecked. Desperate. Guilty and aroused all at once. And the sight of it made you choke on a gasp as Yunho kept moving, dragging a hand down your body, rolling your nipple between his fingers as he pounded into you. “Don’t stop now,” he groaned, kissing the corner of your mouth. “He’s already seen everything.”

Yunho was a man possessed now, hips driving into you like he was chasing a high he knew only you could give him. Your thighs trembled where they clung to his shoulders, every stroke sending waves of heat rippling through your core. You were clenching so hard around him, gasping with every thrust, your fingers tangled in the sheets like they were the only thing keeping you tethered. He felt it. He knew you were close. And so did Mingi who was still perched in bed, frozen but visibly falling apart, his chest rising and falling fast beneath his tank top, eyes locked on where Yunho was splitting you open.

Yunho turned his head just slightly, lips parted in a breathless smirk. Then, without warning he ripped the blanket off the both of you and yossed it aside like it was in the damn way. The room was dark, but not dark enough. The lights outside bled just enough silver through the curtains to illuminate your slick thighs, the glossy mess coating Yunho’s length every time he pulled out, and the way your soaked pussy clung to him like a vice, starting to squirt as he kept rutting, pounding into you, grunting, digging his fingers into your waist and slamming into you again, harder, deeper, and your body snapped.

You arched, crying out. And then you broke. A wave of liquid shot out of you, soaking Yunho’s lower stomach, the sheets beneath you, everything. “Fuck,” Yunho hissed, head tipping back as he felt you squirt fully around him, your body twitching violently with the force of it. He looked straight at Mingi, his voice smug, breathless, and absolutely filthy. “She always does that when I fuck her just right,” he groaned. “Makes the prettiest fucking mess.”

Mingi’s mouth parted, his eyes wide and dark, jaw slack as he watched your body convulse under Yunho’s, still trembling, overstimulated and leaking. You were panting, wrecked, barely able to process the aftermath as Yunho leaned over you again, licking sweat from your neck and whispering, “You should’ve seen his face, baby.” And then, with a slow, deep thrust that made you whimper. “He’s never gonna forget this.”

You were shaking, thighs trembling against Yunho’s broad shoulders, your chest heaving, lips parted in a dazed, fucked out expression. And still he didn’t stop. Yunho dragged his dick out slow, savoring the squelch of your soaked cunt clinging to him before slamming back in again deeper making you entire body jolt. “Y….Yunho…” you gasped, a sob laced with pleasure spilling from your throat. “I…. I can’t…”

“Yes, you can,” he growled, thrusting harder now, both hands gripping your waist as he rocked into you. “You’re gonna come again for me, baby. Right here. Just like that.” He shifted one hand lower, thumb slipping between your bodies to find your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles as he pounded into you relentlessly. And the pressure…. it was too much. You shook your head, back arching, voice cracking, “Baby….. it’s…. fuck too much”

“Oh, I know,” Yunho breathed, dragging his teeth over your collarbone. “That’s why it feels so fucking good.” You didn’t even hear Mingi anymore. Didn’t notice the way he was breathing harder, the way the sheets rustled with movement across the room as fucked his hand imagining he was buried inside you along with Yunho. But Yunho did. He lifted his head just enough to glance over his shoulder, eyes locking with Mingi’s and grinned. And then, softly… tauntingly, “You gonna come with her, Mingi?”

Mingi froze, just a beat, before his head tipped back, a low moan slipping out, finally, completely involuntary. The sound of him made you blink, dazed and to clench Yunho a little harder as he leaned in again, voice a low, dangerous hum at your ear. “He’s fucking his fist right now watching me fuck you. And I haven’t even really started yet.” Your eyes flew open, the reality hitting you like lightning as Yunho’s hand slid to your throat, not tight, just there. Possessive. Calming. Claiming. “Look at me,” he whispered. “You’re mine. He knows it. He can fucking watch.”

And then he slammed into you again and you cried out, sharp, loud, broken and Yunho groaned as you clenched around him, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave, body convulsing beneath him as slick poured out of you, your vision going white behind your eyes and Mingi’s moan hit the dark air right after. He couldn’t hold it back. His release ripped through him in silence and shame and awe, his chest heaving, hand still under the blanket, eyes wide and locked on you.

Yunho didn’t stop moving until your legs fell from his shoulders, until you were trembling and gasping and completely ruined. Only then did he slow, finally leaning down, pressing kisses along your jaw, his voice soft now, intimate. “You’re perfect.” Then, louder. For Mingi. “But she’s not done yet.”

Mingi knew he should’ve looked away. The second he opened his eyes and realized what was happening, what Yunho was doing to you just a few feet away, he should’ve rolled over, closed his eyes, pretended to still be asleep. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. He laid there in the dark, heart hammering against his ribs, trying to stay still, to stay silent, as he watched you unravel beneath Yunho, sheets pushed aside, shirt bunched at your ribs, legs shaking, gasping and moaning into his hand like it was the only thing keeping you from screaming.

Mingi’s hand had drifted down before he even registered it, sliding beneath his waistband, fingers curling around himself. Yunho was fucking you slow, deep, possessive. Every stroke was like a threat and a promise, and when your body arched and you squirted, Jesus Christ, Mingi nearly came right then. He’d never seen anything so raw. So fucking real. Then Yunho looked at him. Locked eyes across the room. And grinned. Like he knew Mingi would never forget this. Now here Yunho was like the devil incarnate saying you weren’t done yet.

Mingi blinked. Heart stuttering as Yunho turned his head and looked right at him, still inside you, his voice low, cocky, and utterly in control. “Come on, princess,” he murmured. “You already came once. You might as well come help me wreck her.” Your head turned weakly toward Mingi, eyes hazy, lips swollen and parted. You were still panting, your body a trembling mess, but you didn’t say no. You didn’t say anything. And that silence made Mingi’s pulse slam into overdrive.

“You want him, don’t you?” Yunho whispered, tilting your face toward his. “You’ve thought about it. I know you have.” You didn’t answer with words but your thighs clenched involuntarily around Yunho’s waist and he smirked. “That’s what I thought.” He looked at Mingi again. “Take your shirt off.”

Mingi hesitated, his whole body frozen between desire and disbelief. But then he saw the way you looked at him, tired, wrecked, but eyes flicking down his bare chest when he sat up, pupils blown wide with curiosity. With want. So he stood and walked toward the bed slowly and Yunho leaned down, kissed your throat, then looked up at Mingi with a grin that wasn’t just invitation, it was challenge. “You’ve seen what I can do to her,” he murmured. “Now show me what you want to do.”

Yunho's challenge hung in the air, his voice low and commanding as he kept his dick buried deep inside you, the slow grind of his hips never faltering. Mingi hesitated at first, his face flushed deep red, eyes darting between his best friend’s possessive stare and the way your body trembled beneath him. But the tension built thickly in the dim hotel room, the city lights casting faint shadows across all of you. And slowly, Mingi shifted, his own dick still hard and leaking from the earlier release as he dropped to his knees beside your bed, drawn in despite the disbelief etched on his features, until he was right there beside you both.

Yunho's hand stayed firm around your throat, not squeezing too tight but holding you in place with that dominant grip, while his thrusts remained deliberate and unhurried. He pulled back almost all the way before sinking in again, stretching you open inch by inch, making sure you felt every ridge of him. "That's it, Mingi," Yunho murmured, his tone laced with taunt. "Come taste her. She's dripping all over my dick, and I know you want it."

Mingi swallowed hard, his breath ragged, but he moved, positioning his face near where your bodies joined. His tongue flicked out tentatively at first, lapping at your swollen clit with wet, broad strokes that sent sparks shooting through your overstimulated nerves. The sensation layered on top of Yunho's steady fucking, his dick sliding in and out right against Mingi's mouth, and Mingi groaned into you, the vibration rumbling through you. He didn't stop there, his tongue working eagerly now, circling your clit before dragging lower to swipe along the base of Yunho's dick as it plunged into you. The dual sensation was overwhelming, hot, slick pressure on your clit combined with the way Mingi's lips brushed Yunho's dick on every thrust.

Yunho grunted in approval, his hips picking up just a fraction, still controlled but deeper, filling you completely each time as Mingi's free hand wrapped around his own dick again, stroking it with desperate pumps, his fingers slick with his previous cum as he fucked his fist in time with the rhythm. He was overstimulated already, his body twitching from the intensity, yet he couldn't pull away, his tongue lapping messily at both of you, tasting your arousal mixed with the faint salt of Yunho's skin.

Your moans grew louder despite the hand on your throat, muffled only partially as Yunho's fingers tightened just enough to remind you that just because his best friend had joined, you were still his. Pleasure built in waves, your pussy clenching around Yunho's while Mingi's tongue flicked relentlessly over your clit, sucking gently now and then before returning to lap at the spot where Yunho entered you.

Mingi whimpered into you, his hand moving faster on himself, hips bucking into his own grip as overstimulation hit him hard, his dick throbbing, yet he kept going, chasing another release as Yunho watched it all with a dark grin, his gaze locked on Mingi even as he drove into you, the pace dragging out every sensation until your body quivered on the edge again. The minutes stretched on like that, Yunho's thrusts unyielding, each one pushing you higher while Mingi's tongue worked you over, alternating between your clit and the length of Yunho sliding past his lips.

Sweat beaded on Mingi's forehead, his strokes on his own dick growing erratic from the overload, but he didn't stop, his mouth open and hungry against you both. You felt the coil tightening in your core, your walls fluttering around Yunho as another orgasm built, slow and inevitable from the prolonged attention until finally, Yunho's control snapped just enough. His hand gripped Mingi's hair roughly, fingers tangling in the strands to hold him in place as his hips snapped forward harder. "Fuck, that's it," he growled, his dick pulsing inside you as he came, flooding you deep with hot spurts that filled you full.

His throat grip stayed possessive, anchoring you as his release triggered yours, your body convulsed, pussy squeezing him tight while you came hard around him, juices mixing with his own and coating Mingi's tongue who followed right after, his own orgasm hitting with a choked moan, his hand jerking his dick as he spilled again onto the side of the bed, overstimulated and trembling from the shared intensity. Yunho didn't let go immediately, keeping Mingi's face pressed close as the aftershocks rolled through all three of you, the room filling with heavy breaths and ragged gasps.

Then after the silence, a sudden burst of laughter left you, coming out breathless and full of amusement. “What?” Yunho pulled out of you, sitting back on his knees as Mingi moved back on the floor. “Wooyoung and Jongho are right next door.” You snorted because in the end, you were loud, all of you were. “Oh…” Yunho grinned and looked down at Mingi who shook his head, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I hate both of you.”

He absolutely didn’t. And he absolutely was thinking about doing it all over again.

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You loved being a tease, your boyfriends knew that much. Getting all dolled up in a skimpy outfit, being oddly flirty with some other person, just to rile them up. And the best part? Yunho and Mingi loved being rough with their girl, it worked far too well for both sides.

Tonight, you’d gone with Mingi to eat at Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and Jongho’s apartment. You knew the three men very well, they were your boyfriends’ group mates after all. You were all sitting around the coffee table, takeout boxes, beer bottles, plates, cups, and plastic cutlery strewn about the surface. You sat between Mingi and Wooyoung, and he’d watched all night as you flirted with the younger man. Laughing a little too much at his jokes, leaning towards him as he spoke, seemingly innocent touches on his arm; Mingi could tell you were trying to get him worked up.

Wooyoung himself knew it was all in good fun, and so did you, he’d been a great friend of yours for years, and had actually been the one to introduce you to Yunho and Mingi in the first place. Even so, Mingi couldn’t stand your blatant flirting right in his face. To make matters worse for yourself, you had the most shit-eating smirk on your face every time you caught his eye, you knew what you were doing. And once the drinks and the food were through, you said your goodbyes and headed out.

“So, that was quite the little show you put on for me, doll. I’m sure Yunho will be thrilled to hear all about it…” you felt his hand on the back of your neck as he lead you back to the car. You were so fucked…just what you wanted.

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The drive home was quiet, Mingi’s hand stayed on your thigh the whole way, heavy and warm. He parked the car, opened the passenger door for you and helped you out. “When we get inside, take your shoes off and go straight to the bedroom, no questions.” You obeyed, as soon as you unlocked the door you took off your sneakers, your socked feet padding down the hall to your shared bedroom.

“Mingi tells me we have a little attention whore on our hands, hm?” You heard Yunho’s voice before you saw him, sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread and arms bracing his torso as he leaned back. He waved you over with two fingers, to which you walked over to him immediately. His thighs bracketed your body as you stood between them, Mingi coming in soon after you. You felt his arms encircle your waist, holding you in place. “You know what happens when you act out like this…” he continued, looking you up and down with those dark eyes that made the heat pooling in your stomach flare.

Of course you knew. The rules were the same as always: no touching, no cumming until they said so. “Understood, baby?” You simply nodded, which earned you a smack to the back of your thighs. “Words.” You felt Mingi’s hand reach from behind you to grip your jaw.

“Yes…” your voice was soft, but loud enough for him not to make you repeat yourself. With that, they guided you down to the bed, shockingly gentle for two men who were about to ravage you.

Yunho positioned himself behind you, your back against his chest, while Mingi got between your legs, pulling them up and over his shoulders so you couldn’t close them, even if you wanted to. “Color?”

“Green…” your tone sounded sure, albeit a little meek. They gave each other a look, and then started right away. Mingi ate you out like a man starved, while Yunho snaked a hand around to rub at your clit. They worked in tandem, bringing you up to the edge over and over, then pulling away right before you’d cum.

They’d switch positions every once in a while, would make out above you as if you weren’t even there, as if you weren’t craving their lips on yours, one your neck, on your collarbones…safe to say you were getting impatient. In your haze of lust and frustration, your hands kept wandering, you really couldn’t help yourself. Their thighs, their hair, anything you could squeeze and pull and ground yourself with. At first, they’d simply smack your hands or pull their tongues and hands away until you’d behave; but they couldn’t stay so lenient for so long.

“I told you no touching…you just wanna make this worse for yourself, don’t you babydoll?” True to his word, Yunho gave Mingi a look, and in less than a minute your hands were bound behind your back by your boyfriend’s belt. Once you were secure, they got right back to work, and if anything they were worse. Mingi pressed his fingers down harder, rubbed faster, while Yunho’s tongue kept working at you, adding in his own fingers, curling them against that spongy spot inside of your walls. You couldnt take it anymore, the tears which had been welling up in your waterline finally streaming down your hot cheeks.

“Can’t— Please— Let me cum!” You managed to whine out between your broken sobs. They simply laughed at your tears, Mingi’s hand squeezing your cheeks together. Yunho added a third finger inside of you, while Mingi smacked your puffy, abused clit. You let our a wanton scream,

“You were acting like a fucking slut, so you’re getting treated like one. Isn’t this what you wanted baby? To get punished?” You couldn’t answer him, all you could do was sob louder, his tongue licking up your salty tears as they fell. You were straining against the belt on your wrists, more sobs breaking away from your chest as they took yet another orgasm away from your grasp. You’d lost count of how many times they’d edged you, by the time they pulled away you felt so dizzy and disoriented, didn’t even notice that they were undressing, all you felt was the loss of warmth. You whined, eyes half lidded, and then you noticed hands on your wrists, undoing your binds.

“Took your punishment so well, baby…gonna fuck you now, okay?” Yunho’s voices felt like velvet, his hand slithering around your neck, pulse beating against his fingers. He was laying next to you now.

“Yes please…” you managed to breath out, leaning into his touch. He kissed your cheek and you felt him smile into your skin.

“Hands and knees.” He softly smacked your thigh, and without a second thought you got in position. Mingi was now kneeling behind you, cock heavy and leaking in his hand. Yunho reached over, stroking the younger man a couple times before kissing him. You could hear Mingi moaning into his mouth, it was all spit and tongue and teeth. They finally broke away, and soon you felt Yunho’s tip against your lips.

“You know what to do, baby…” his hand caressed your hair, and immediately you opened your mouth, wrapping your lips around his cock. As you began bobbing your head, Mingi pushed his tip into you, bottoming out in one single thrust. You moaned loudly around Yunho, allowing him to push himself deeper. You choked and sputtered around him, his grip on your hair tightening as he began fucking your throat. Mingi rocked into you harder, hands gripping at your waist and your ass. You couldn’t even warn them when your first orgasm ripped through you, the scream you let out sent vibrations down Yunho’s cock.

“Such a fucking slut, you just needed to be dicked down to be put in your place, hm?” Yunho laughed to himself, his groans getting louder and more frequent. Soon, his thrusts got sloppier and he came down your throat, pulling your mouth off of his cock. You could barely stick your tongue out, with Mingi still pounding into you from behind, but you managed to show him you swallowed it all. “So good for me…you wanna cum again baby?” You nodded frantically, your sweet moans and whines finally spilling out as they were no longer muffled by you giving him head.

“Gonna fucking fill you up like a good cumslut…fuck— fuck— cum with me!” Mingi’s voice was reduced to a series of whines and moans as he pumped you full, triggering your own orgasm. You felt the tingling heat of it bloom across every limb, stars danced across your vision as you finally collapsed on the bed. He pulled out of your sopping cunt, watching in awe as his seed dripped out of you. He wanted so badly to fuck it back into you, but your body was spent, and frankly he was unsure he himself had the energy to do so. They helped you lay down against the pillows, then set themselves on either side of you.

“Hey baby, look at me…you okay?” Yunho smoothed a hand over your hair as he spoke, to which you nodded, far too fucked out to speak. Your eyes were starry, staring up at them with nothing but adoration and exhaustion.

“Wanna get cleaned up, doll…?” Mingi’s gaze searched yours, his hand rubbing mindlessly little patterns against your hip. You whined out a ‘yes’, and once the three of you caught your breath, you got up to shower. “Sure you don’t need help?” you shook your head, trying to get up on your own.

Mingi did end up carrying you; your legs felt like jelly. As they cleaned you up, they were so gentle, taking care of each other too. Yunho loved washing both of your hair, there was something soothing about running his hands through his lovers’ locks, the smooth suds of the shampoo. Once the three of you were all clean, you got into your pajamas and turned on whatever series you’d been binging this week. It felt safe, being between them, tuning out whatever silly pillow talk they were having as you drifted off. As much as you loved to be a brat, you truly did love your boys.

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And so, you called a meeting with the most trusted lawyers on your team. The nine of you sat in the conference room, and you mustered up all the courage you had to let the team know exactly what happened. You were scared to tell them because you knew for a fact that the second you tell them the news, they would be on you like vultures on a dead carcass. If only you had your former partner with you— oh, wait. They’re gone. They left you to get fucked.

“Alright, I’ve called this meeting because, as you can see, our former managing partner’s name is no longer on the wall or attached to this firm,” you started the meeting.

“Wait, really?” Wooyoung, one of your junior associates, stood up to take a look at the wall.

“Did you not notice that this morning when you walked in?” Jongho, your most trusted senior partner, scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“I was distracted.”

“With what?”

“I plead the Fifth,” Wooyoung stated after hesitating.

“Shut the fuck up,” Hongjoong, another senior partner slapped Wooyoung’s arm. “You’re a lawyer for crying out loud. You can’t keep using that excuse.”

“Then why did the founding fathers include it in the goddamn constitution, huh?” Wooyoung shot back.

“Jesus Christ, Woo. This is why you’re still a junior associate,” Yunho, one of the senior associates, spoke up.

“Also, just be honest. You were flirting it up with the receptionist, weren’t you?” San, the other senior associate, prodded Wooyoung’s arm with a sly smile.

You sat with a wary smile and watched your team continue to bicker. Your patience was wearing thin, but honestly, anything to keep them off topic. You still weren’t mentally prepared to tell them the real reason behind the meeting.

“Woo, you seriously gotta stop with the flirting,” Seonghwa, who was junior partner, lectured. “It just doesn’t look good.”

“Same for you two,” Yeosang, another junior partner, pointed at San and Mingi, another junior associate.

“What did I do?!” Mingi asked in shock.

“You flirt with lawyers from other firms all the time,” Yunho answered. “And San, before you even begin to say anything, you flirt with our clients.”

“Come on, no I don’t! It’s just information I ask for the case, that’s all.”

“Sure, because we needed to know the shoe size of the female CEO of Bibble,” Jongho said with heavy sarcasm.

“At least I’m not seducing the jury in court.”

“When do I do that?!”

The entire conference room erupted into heated debates— fitting for lawyers in your firm. However, you needed them to argue in court, not with each other; and as much as you wanted to stall telling them the news, you did need them to go back to work. Massaging your temples to prevent a headache that could very well turn into a migraine, you stood up and said loudly, “Alright, can we get back to the meeting?”

All eight lawyers immediately shut their traps and looked at you in anticipation. It seemed as though they knew what you were going to say. Taking a deep breath, you took your seat again and announced, “I am going to choose one of you to be the new managing partner. Your name will go up on the wall with mine if I decide to promote you.”

“Hey, wait. That’s not fair! Shouldn’t the candidates only be Me or Jongho? We’re the senior partners here!” Hongjoong protested.

“Yeah, it makes even less sense that a junior associate has just as much a chance as a firm partner,” Seonghwa added.

“Look, this is my firm right now. I don’t see why I can’t make a junior associate partner. It is my choice after all,” you smoothly responded. “Besides, all of you have been here for the same amount of time. Your position in the company doesn’t really matter to me. What I want is dedication and loyalty. I don’t need my next partner running out on me.”

On that note, you stood up, the other eight standing up subsequently. “I have yet to decide which one of you I want to make partner. I’ll be going over your records this week and have a decision made by Friday night.”

“Today’s Monday! You’re going to take five whole days to go through the records?” Mingi asked in complete astonishment.

“There’s eight of you. Eight records to go through, and only one of me. I can only do so much, boys. Okay, now go back to work. We’ll reconvene on Friday to hear my selection.”

The men left the conference room while you stayed back. A deep exhale escaped your body as soon as you were the only one left in the room. You sat back down in your chair and put your head on the table.

“Hey, Seeun?” You said loudly into the table.

Seeun, your secretary, popped his head into the room. “Yes, ma’am?”

“I have a headache.”

“On it.”

Your secretary immediately disappeared. He returned moments later with water and a painkiller. You felt your headache immediately start to disappear after you took the pill, but you were still completely and utterly exhausted.

“Is everything okay, ma’am?” Seeun asked with a soft voice.

“Why the hell did that dumbass commit tax fraud?” You asked him. You looked up to see a very shocked and scared expression on his face, so you quickly did damage control by saying, “Never mind. Pretend you didn’t hear that. Anyway, Sumin was that person’s secretary, right?”

“Yes.”

“Tell Sumin to clean out that office, and then tell him to meet me in my office.”

“Are you going to fire Sumin?” Seeun asked in a low, concerned voice— all the secretaries in the firm had gotten close, so they were always looking out for each other.

“No, we just need to figure out what he’ll be doing now that he doesn’t have anyone to report to,” you answered quickly, trying not to stress your poor secretary out.

“Okay, good… I’ll go tell him right now.”

“Thanks, Seeun.”

Seeun left you in the conference room, and moments later, you left the room to go to your office. You had a decision to make, and those records weren’t going to read themselves.

You sat in your very private office, surrounded by nothing but wood walls and bookshelves that absorbed most of the noise in your office. You wanted privacy for whichever client came your way. Sure, everyone at your firm was to be trusted, but clients are more comfortable when they know their information will be classified. That’s what you found out, anyway.

As you sat at your desk, you started clicking around on your computer. While you had physical copies of all the records, you also digitized them to make finding the pieces you need easier and faster. You opened up Seonghwa’s records first only because his name popped up first— he had a recent case, which meant his file was the latest to be updated.

You didn’t realize how tedious it would be to go through all the records. Honestly, you kind of just wanted to not do it, throw their names into a hat, and draw one of their names. Of course, you couldn’t actually do that. You cared too much for your firm to half-ass anything.

The buzzer on your desk phone went off— Seeun wanted to talk to you. “Come in,” you answered, allowing your secretary to comfortably enter your office. “What is it?”

“Sumin wants to know where to put the stuff from the office.”

“Any papers or documents, keep. I’ll need the two of you to work with one of the paralegals to sort them out. All of the dumb knickknacks in the office can be tossed. And I want the degree. In fact, tell him to bring the degree to me right now.”

“Okay,” Seeun nodded, but he still lingered in the office.

“Yes?” You asked, wondering if he was going to leave your office any time soon.

“Are we just going to forego the former partner’s name altogether?” He asked hesitantly.

“Yes,” you answered immediately, almost as if it was instinct. “That person doesn’t deserve a name. From now on, you are refer to the person as “dumbass”, okay?”

“Got it…”

Seeun bowed then quickly made his way out of your office, leaving you to scour through the records. You didn’t know how long you were reading for until there was another buzz.

“Yes?” You responded to the buzzer.

“Sumin has the degree for you,” Seeun said over the intercom.

“Perfect. Let him in.”

With the framed degree in hand, Sumin entered your office. You stood up and greeted him with a smile, your arm outstretched so that you could take frame from him. “Thank you, Sumin,” you smiled. “Oh, take a seat. Let’s figure out what you’re going to do here now that you don’t have anyone to report to.”

You tossed the degree somewhere behind you. You didn’t care how you treated it because the first thing you were going to do with it after Sumin left was smash the frame to pieces and rip the degree apart. Your partner was always so fucking proud of their alma mater, so ripping up the degree was revenge and soothing for your enraged soul.

“What did that dumbass have you do for the past couple of weeks?”

Sumin, taken aback by your language regarding the previous person he reported to, replied, “I was running errands like getting coffee or food or—”

“I’ve heard enough. What do you want to do?”

“Honestly? I don’t know ma’am…”

Before you could say anything in response to the cute, flustered boy sitting in one of the chairs in your office and having an existential crisis, your office door opened, and in walked Yunho. “Can’t you see I’m in the middle of a meeting? How did Seeun even let you in?”

“This is important. It’s about the hospital case,” Yunho answered seriously.

You sighed and turned to Sumin. “I’ll check in with you later. Just finish cleaning out the office for now and then see if any of the paralegals need help.”

Sumin nodded and bowed before quickly exiting the office. Yunho took a seat on the couch in your office, his legs immediately crossing and his hands resting on his knee.

“What’s going on with the hospital case?” You asked with major concern— based off the way Yunho was talking, you feared the worst.

“They agreed to settle,” a huge smile blossomed on the associate’s face.

You stared at Yunho, completely dumbfounded. Flowers and sparkles seemed to surround him as he continued to bask in his success. You stood up slowly, your hands planted firmly on your desk.

“Did you interrupt my meeting to tell me that you won a case?”

“Yes!”

You walked around your desk and towards him while asking with complete annoyance, “Are you telling me you interrupted my meeting to tell me that you won a very winnable case?”

“Yes…” Yunho leaned back; you were starting to scare him.

“You could’ve waited until after I was done, couldn’t you?!” You smacked Yunho’s arms and shoulders as you berated him. “We all knew you were going to get that settlement done, so why would you think that it’s so important to tell me now?!”

“Because you’re deciding who should be partner,” Yunho replied matter-of-factly.

Your headache returned. You collapsed on the sofa next to him and held your hand out in his face, telling him silently to keep his mouth shut. “I fucking knew this was going to happen. That dumbass really screwed me over.”

“Knew what was going to happen?”

“That you guys would start harassing me one way or another to make you partner!”

“Has anyone else done that yet?” Yunho asked mildly surprised.

“No, but it’s only a matter of time before the rest of you vultures swoop down… God, this really sucks.”

You stood up and felt a tear slip out of your eye. Before you could even wipe it away, Yunho grabbed your arm and pulled you down so that you were sitting on the sofa once again. He wiped the tear away himself with his thumb and said quietly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stress you out…”

“No, it’s not your fault. I’d do the same thing if I were in your position. It’s that dumbass’s fault. I hope that dumbass rots in hell,” your mood shifted from distressed to extremely annoyed just thinking about how your former partner deceived you. You probably would have hated them a lot less had they chose a replacement partner before vanishing.

Yunho could tell you were getting more and more upset by the second, so he pulled you in for a hug. You felt your headache fade away the longer he hugged you. “Well, I promise you that this vulture doesn’t want to upset you in any way.”

“Thanks, Yunho.”

He placed a light kiss on your cheek before releasing you from his (surprisingly) extremely comforting hug. You even found yourself longing for him to hug you again, which you immediately dismissed because you still had to maintain some sort of professionalism with your associates. Yunho held your hands and rubbed circles on the backs of your hands with his thumbs.

“I hope my actions didn’t negatively impact my chance of becoming partner. I just wanted to add to my record as soon as possible since I just got the news,” he continued.

“Of course not. Again, I get it. This is a huge opportunity. I just wish I wasn’t the one who had to choose,” you looked down, your eyes beginning to water up again. You seriously hated your former partner so much in that moment.

Yunho tilted your chin up and wiped the tears from your eyes again. He pulled you in for another hug, although this time, you felt something stir within you. You couldn’t tell if it was because of how secure the hug felt or because you got a good whiff of his extremely sexy cologne— you didn’t even realize cologne could smell sexy until that moment— or because you felt his fingers brushing against very erogenous zones on your upper body. All you know was that you were very hot and bothered by this man and that you needed to do something to alleviate your rapidly intensifying libido.

What surprised you even more was that Yunho knew what he was doing. He had this planned out from the second he entered your office. You knew because instead of letting you go from the hug, he pinned you down on the sofa. Honestly, you kind of had to commend him for his plan of action. He played you like a fiddle— a characteristic of a great lawyer.

“Sneaky,” you whispered as he sat up and looked at you with a glint in his eye.

“I gotta prove myself to you that I have what it takes… In more than one way.”

“Do tell.”

“I think I’d rather show you,” Yunho answered before pressing his lips into the nook of your neck.

Fuck professionalism— that flew out the second Yunho came onto you. You happened to be wearing a dusty rose blouse with a ribbon tied to it, which Yunho smoothly undid. He also quickly unbuttoned your blouse, the silk fabric slipping off your torso, revealing your very provocative, very lacy white bra that left little to the imagination. Intrigued by your choice of lingerie, Yunho undid and slipped your white pants off— you already kicked off your shoes the second he kissed your neck— to reveal a matching white pair of lace underwear.

“I love this dedication to detail you have going on,” Yunho remarked as he observed the lace patterns. “Too bad I can only appreciate it for a split second.”

Swiftly, Yunho unhooked your bra, but rather than take it off, he merely pushed it up. You didn’t think such a simple action would feel so sensual, but when the underwire of the bra rubbed against your nipples, you felt your toes tingle with excitement. Then, when Yunho’s lips met your nipples, all of your sanity was a lost cause. You couldn’t help but let a moan slip out when you felt his teeth tug lightly on your nipple.

“Wow, Y/N… That moan was something else,” Yunho released your nipple and sat up.

You pushed yourself up slightly to see Yunho’s ears turn red. Not only that, but you also couldn’t help but note his bulging package making his pants look tighter than usual. Yunho started to unbutton his shirt while you sat up and removed your bra entirely. Just as he slipped off his shirt, you put your hand on the back of his neck and brought him close to you.

“Let’s see what you’re working with, shall we?” You whispered seductively in his ear.

Yunho leaned back and took a condom out of his back pocket, allowing you to undo his pants and slip them down, the bulge seemingly getting even bigger after you exposed his underwear. When you peeled back his underwear, you unveiled what you could only describe as immense and smooth. You’d never seen anything like that before, making you think back and compare him to all the other guys you had sex with in the past. Your mouth started salivating, and that wasn’t the only part of you pooling up liquid. You definitely had to take your panties off quickly before you got them wet to the point where you wouldn’t be able to last the rest of the work day in them.

As soon as he rolled the condom on his cock, you moved so that you were on top of him, your clit rubbing against his shaft. You heard his breathing hitch as you pushed your ass backwards slightly. Turning his chin so that his face was right across from yours, you glanced at him— specifically, his lips. Yunho got your wordless message. He brought you closer to him and licked your bottom lip before enveloping it in between his lips. He sucked hard on your lower lip, then he pushed his tongue through into your mouth, giving you the chance to suck his tongue. You felt his waist move up and down as he impatiently waited for the next move.

“Don’t get so worked up, Yunho. You should keep your cool, especially if you want to be partner,” you taunted.

“Here’s the thing, though,” Yunho lifted you slightly and place his dick at your entrance. “I learned that you have to make things happen for yourself to get by in this world. Therefore, I’ll make my power moves and have my opponent at my mercy.”

Yunho pushed your waist down and his up, your ass hitting his hips with a loud slap. You felt like his cock was going to shoot through you when you made contact so suddenly. You let out a breathy whine and clung to Yunho’s shoulders tightly, depending on his strong upper body to support you. Every time his hips pushed upwards, you felt him go deeper and deeper inside you, which was insane to you because you were on top of him. You couldn’t even imagine would it would be like for him to fuck you from behind or with you laying on your back.

You didn’t have to imagine it; you got to experience it. After several strong thrusts, Yunho pulled out and stood up. He moved your legs down so that you were kneeling on the ground, your arms and upper body pressing against the cool, black leather of the couch. He came at you without any warning. With one hand clenching your buttock tightly and the other wrapping around you to toy with your nipple, you felt like every single part of your body was on fire. The cherry on top for you was when you felt his tongue trace the edge of your ear and his teeth nibble on your earlobe. His thrusts were getting exponentially faster, earning little sighs and moans with every slap of his waist against your ass. Yunho was a driving force— he only got harder and harder from there without letting up in the slightest, what you would call ruthless. You truly did feel at his mercy when you heard his grunts and groans slowly get louder.

“Shit, Y/N, you feel so good… I’m gonna cum…!”

With one final thrust, you felt his dick twitch and throb inside you, a blissful moan from him echoing in the room. You couldn’t help but mentally assess him. He was intense, and he was truly a force not to be reckoned with, but he came before you did.

He did let you finish; rather, he helped you finish. He pushed his long fingers into you roughly and kept a fast speed going. You bit your lower lip to refrain from moaning uncontrollably as his fingers repeatedly rubbed against your G-spot with great friction, and finally, you experienced sweet relief, your legs trembling as you felt yourself cum all over his hand.

“So, Y/N. How did I do?” Yunho asked as he leaned onto you, his large dick brushing past your thighs, nearly turning you on again.

“You, uh,” you gasped out. “You did a good job, and you make a very compelling case…”

“I’ll take it.”

You watched Yunho stand up and cheerily walk towards the door to your office, still completely naked. You were about to yell at him, only to see that near the door were towels. Yunho seriously did come prepared.

“There is one thing I can say for certain,” you told him as he handed you a towel.

“What is that?”

“That I definitely made a good choice hiring you.”

You got through a good chunk of the records by the end of the day, a good chunk meaning only Seonghwa’s and Hongjoong’s records. There was so much information swimming your head that you seriously regretted saying you were going to go through all the records. Truth be told, out of the eight men you had to choose from, you already kind of had a choice solidified in the back of your mind, but you wanted to give everyone a fair chance.

You were one of the last people to leave the building for the night. You sighed for what felt like the millionth time that day and walked towards the curb. You knew how to drive and had a car, but based off the information those IRS officers gave you last week, you knew that you wouldn’t have the energy to drive home. You held your arm how to hail down a cab, but instead of a cab pulling up to the curb, it was a sleek, black, definitely-not-a-cab car. The window rolled down to reveal Hongjoong in the driver’s seat.

“How much do I even pay you for you to have a beautiful car like this?” You asked upon seeing his face.

“Enough for me to live well, but not enough for me to live my best life,” Hongjoong responded. “Not yet, that is.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at how cocky the firm partner was acting. He shot you a cheeky smile before asking, “Can I offer you a ride home?”

Already wary of what moves Hongjoong might pull on you based off Yunho’s actions earlier that day, you hesitated. You looked around to see that you had a better chance of getting home with Hongjoong since there were absolutely no cabs in sight— plus, Hongjoong had driven you home in the past, so he already knew where to go. You nodded. He unlocked the doors, allowing you to get into the passenger’s seat. As soon as you put the seatbelt on, Hongjoong pulled away from the curb and drove into the night.

The two of you were silent as Hongjoong drove down the fairly empty roads. It wasn’t that late at night, but considering that it was a Monday, everyone definitely wanted to go home as soon as possible. You played with the strap on your bag as the hum of the engine and wind around the car filled the atmosphere.

“So I heard that we’re calling the former partner dumbass?” Hongjoong said after the two were silent for a solid minute or so.

“Yes. The fucking dumbass,” you bit out, your annoyance completely resurfacing.

“I mean, you have every right to be angry. This situation is just so sudden.”

“Luckily, our cases are all in good places, but I won’t be able to relax until I appoint the next managing partner.”

“Right, and you need to make sure he’s going to be more reliable than the dumbass.”

“Exactly.”

Hongjoong nodded and kept his eyes on the road. He eased off the accelerator and asked you, “Can we make a quick pit stop?”

“Oh, uh, sure…”

After gaining your (somewhat hesitant) approval, Hongjoong took the turn into the nearby state park. Your heart skipped a beat when he kept his hand on the gear shift. You honestly thought his hand was going for your thigh. Your heart would not calm down, though, because you looked to your left to see his face barely illuminated by the faint moonlight pouring in from the window. His side profile was astonishing, and when he glanced at you from the corner of his eye, you immediately looked away, your heart beating even faster. You hoped that he didn’t notice you staring, but face it: lawyers noticed everything.

Hongjoong pulled into an isolated lot in the park. In front of you was a grassy field with a beautiful view of the sky, and to the sides were just trees and more trees. Hongjoong slid the cover from the sunroof off, revealing even more stars to your weary eyes.

“Beautiful, right?” Hongjoong asked you, his voice nearing a whisper.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, the view of the stars rejuvenating you.

“I like to come here whenever I find myself getting overwhelmed. It’s nice to reconnect to nature every now and then… To remember how trivial the things that stress us out can be.”

That statement from him made you completely lower your guard. Your shoulders relaxed and you took a deep breath in and out. He was right— looking up at the night sky really did make you realize how small all your problems were compared to the vast universe. That being said, at the end of the day, you still had to make a decision about the managing partner in four days.

Hongjoong noticed your shoulders stiffen once more. He placed a light hand on your shoulder and pressed gently in attempt to get you to relax once again.

“Y/N, don’t overwhelm yourself so quickly. You still have four more days,” Hongjoong tried to reassure you, but the number four just re-emphasized how little time you had to go through all of their goddamn records.

“I know. I’m trying to relax, but I haven’t been able to ever since…” you trailed off; you couldn’t finish your sentence because you didn’t want him or any of the other men knowing why your partner vanished so quickly.

“Let’s see… What else could we do to help you relax?” Hongjoong thought out loud. “You could get a manicure or pedicure, or a massage, or a facial, or…”

You looked at him when he stopped talking. You saw the tips of his ears turn slightly red. “Or what?” You prompted.

“Exercise is a great way of reducing stress.”

“Ugh, I don’t want to go to the gym right now…”

“There are other ways to exercise.”

“I’m definitely not going on a run right now. Not in these heels.”

This time, Hongjoong’s hand did rest on your thigh. He looked you straight in the eye as he dropped his voice, “You definitely don’t have to go on a run right now, nor do you have to go to the gym.”

You glanced down at his hand. His hand was slowly moving upwards, his fingers tracing along the inside of your thigh.

“I’m going to need you to make your case,” you told him with the most authoritative voice you could muster despite your insides doing all sorts of somersaults.

“Really?”

“Yes. Make a compelling argument, present your evidence, and I’ll make a ruling to see if you’re correct or not.”

You were seriously egging him on because by that point, he had turned you on to the point of no return. The combination of the moonlight heightening his sharp features and his knowing hand on your thigh made every last bit of you throb and long for some sort of relief.

“May I request some time to prepare my opening statement?” Hongjoong asked respectfully.

“Yes.” You unlocked the door and set your bag down on the passenger’s seat before moving to the backseat. You crossed your arms over your chest and your legs together to keep yourself together as you said, “You may present your opening statement now.”

Hongjoong cleared his throat before saying, “Your honor, today I will prove beyond a reasonable doubt that fornication is, in fact—”

“Objection,” you interrupted. “Rephrase.”

“That’s not a real objection.”

“For me, it is. I don’t like the word fornication.”

“Fine. Your honor, today I will prove beyond a reasonable doubt that sexual intercourse is, in fact, an excellent form of stress relief,” Hongjoong, as per your request, rephrased the term. He opened his car door and continued, “I will call four witnesses.”

“Oh? Four?” You raised an eyebrow.

Hongjoong got into the backseat next to you, the car door slamming shut. “Yes, four.”

He sat closer to you and once again put his seductive hand on your thigh. You got a good whiff of his cologne and felt the butterflies rampage inside you.

“First, I’ll call my lips to testify,” he whispered in your ear before leaving a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Then, my tongue will testify,” Hongjoong’s tongue ran along your neck, causing shivers to run down your spine.

“Third, my fingers will come up to the stand,” his nose brushed against yours as he trailed his fingertips down the side of your face, across your jawline, and under your chin, tilting your head downwards so that your lips almost met his again.

“Finally,” Hongjoong took your hand and placed it right on his crotch, making you feel exactly how hard he was. “We will call upon my dick as the final witness to prove to you that sexual intercourse is a valid form of stress relief and exercise.”

The two of you were breathing somewhat heavily and very erotically by that point, Hongjoong’s opening statement already convincing you that his case was valid, but he had yet to call upon these witnesses. Your lips were dangerously close to his as you breathed out, “Those are not proper witnesses.”

“Not if you witness all four of them.”

Without a second to lose, Hongjoong pressed his lips against yours with full force. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer to him, one of his hands resting on the small of your back. His other hand held your hand before lacing his fingers with yours. You felt like he was about to dance with you, and he really did. His tongue pushed into your mouth and waltzed with yours, earning a muffled tiny moan from the depths of your soul.

The ribbon on your collar had been long untied, and Hongjoong moved his hands to begin unbuttoning your blouse. As soon as your blouse was off, you immediately unhooked and removed your lace bra. Hongjoong pressed his nose into your skin and inhaled deeply, goosebumps popping up on your arms. With a cheeky smile, Hongjoong leaned back so that you were on top of him. His hands were firmly clenching your buttocks, and you felt something other than his hands on your ass when he pushed you so that you were sitting right above his steadily hardening but still sheathed cock.

“Are you going to call your witnesses up in the order you told me?” You teased him as you realized he was getting a little ahead of himself.

“It depends on which witness is ready first, and right now, my final witness can’t wait much longer.”

Hongjoong unbuttoned your pants and slid them, along with your underwear, down. You were barely able to take everything off past your heels, but you managed, which only made you even more restless. Luckily, in that time, Hongjoong had unbuckled his pants. You watched him take a condom packet out, but he had yet to put the condom on.

“Come here,” he whispered as he held your waist.

You let him position you and realized that he sat you down so that your pussy was right below his cock. Hongjoong, too, was packing. He wasn’t as long as Yunho, but you had no problem believing that his would be just as satisfying.

“Lean back,” he instructed.

You listened and did so, the friction between his dick and your clit almost making your legs give. Hongjoong sat up. He placed one hand against the door of the car, the other on your waist. You saw a tiny smirk appear on his face before he started rubbing against your clit. You gasped at the feeling. He was bringing you to ecstasy faster than your vibrator ever could, and he had yet to penetrate you. Your moans and Hongjoong’s stimulating exhales filled up the car. As good as him rubbing against you felt, you needed more. 

“Hongjoong… More…” you murmured.

“Would you say you’ve warmed up enough?” Hongjoong asked with a grunt.

“Definitely.”

“Then,” Hongjoong finally opened up the condom and rolled it on. He leaned back again and pulled you with him, your breasts pressing against the cloth on his chest. “Ride.”

Hongjoong didn’t do a damn thing. He laid on the seat of his car as you began to bounce up and down on his dick. You let out a little pant with every bounce, and soon enough, you needed to push your hands against his chest for support. He, however, didn’t want you to have the assistance. He took one of your hands and brought it to his lips, his tongue running across your knuckles. The sensation of Hongjoong’s dick filling you up along with the suction of your fingers in his mouth were driving you insane. You were so close to relief, but in the same breath, you needed more. You needed much more.

He tugged your hand, and your breasts were pressed against his chest once again. He cupped your ass and guided you briefly before his hips rammed upwards, sending you forward with a jolt. His thrusts were rhythmic and consistent. You could feel him throb inside you, and you looked to see him bite his lower lip. It seemed like he was trying to hold out as long as possible. You ran your fingers through his hair and pushed his head back lightly so you could witness his lips once again. His hold on you only got tighter as your tongue intertwined with his.

“Fuck,” you heard him hiss as he pulled his lips away from yours.

Hongjoong had managed to suddenly flip you so that your breasts were pressing against the seat and he was above you. The car moved with his every thrust, and your moans consequentially became more frequent. You lost it even more when you felt Hongjoong’s hot breath on your ear, his grunts also becoming more frequent. The cherry on top of the whole experience was when you felt his fingers on your clit rubbing away like there was no tomorrow. The feeling was so unbearably good that your orgasm came at the speed of light, your cries overpowering the sounds of Hongjoong’s thrusts. Seconds later, you felt his thrusts slow down, and you heard him groan loudly as he came, then exhale as he finished completely.

“That was so— Huh?” You started breathlessly then cut yourself short when Hongjoong turned you so that you were on your back and facing him.

Holding his fingers in the shape of a V, Hongjoong rubbed your clit in between his fingers, his pace immediately quick. You inhaled sharply then moaned as he continued to rub, only for your moans to reduce when he kissed you roughly. You moaned in his mouth as you felt yourself nearing your climax once again— so quickly after you just came. You were astonished, then even more astonished when he kneaded one of your breasts strongly. Soon, you came again, moans and profanities leaving your chest as Hongjoong released you to hear you cry his name.

You felt as though you melted into a puddle when he completely moved away from you. You remained in said puddle as he tied up the condom and dressed himself as if nothing had even happened to him. A pink blush crossed your cheekbones and nose as you stared at him without a single thought in your head. A knowing smirk appeared on his face as he ended with, “I rest my case.”

There were only two things you could think of when you took a shower that night: one was sex with Yunho, and the other was sex with Hongjoong. You wanted to think about the qualifications of those two men for the position, but you definitely couldn’t. You were getting so turned on in the shower that you were desperately trying to think about literally anything else or any other candidate, but whenever you tried, you would think about what each man’s penis would look like. You sighed deeply to yourself. How and when did you turn into such a horndog? On the bright side, at least you weren’t thinking about that dumbass former partner of yours.

You ended up washing your hair that night, so water dripped from your hair and rolled down your bare skin when you stepped out of the shower. The steam from the bathroom escaped when you opened the door, and you heard your bell ring. Quickly, you wrapped a robe around yourself and shuffled out of the bathroom towards your front door. The bell rang again right as you arrived. You unlocked the door and opened it carefully to see one of the junior associates on your team.

“Wooyoung! What’re you doing here?”

“Y/N, can I come in?” Wooyoung, ignoring your question, asked one of his own— but he ended up pushing his way through regardless of your answer.

“I guess you can come in,” you admitted defeat and opened the door fully for him to properly enter. “But what are you doing here?”

“Nice place,” Wooyoung commented as he looked around. He still had yet to answer your question.

He walked into your living room and made himself comfortable sitting on your sofa. You stood before him and looked at him, your arms crossed over your chest.

“Wooyoung.”

“Y/N.”

“Why are you—”

“Wow, this sofa is really comfortable,” Wooyoung interrupted with an irrelevant statement, his hand pushing down on the sofa cushion.

Frustrated, you decided to go back to the bathroom so you could finish getting ready for bed, but Wooyoung apparently didn’t want you to go anywhere. He grabbed your robe belt and pulled, nearly revealing your completely naked body. You held your robe together and turned around to berate the junior associate.

“Wooyoung?!”

“Sit here,” he told you, patting the same cushion he was pushing seconds before.

Grumbling, you tied your robe back together and sat relatively close to him, your legs closed tightly and your hands pulling the end of your robe down. “Can you please just answer my question?”

A light blush appeared on Wooyoung’s face, and his arrogant smile turned into a somewhat coy one. He nodded, and you repeated your question. “What are you doing visiting me at home? And don’t you fucking dare plead the Fifth or I will kick you out.”

“Yunho was acting all smug today after visiting you in your office, so I wanted to get a leg up as well and sell myself on you,” he answered truthfully.

“You couldn’t have waited until tomorrow at work? You just had to visit tonight?” You asked with a sigh while secretly praying that Wooyoung didn’t know about you and Yunho hooking up.

“Believe me, once I’m done here, you’ll be glad you didn’t have to wait. Besides, isn’t it nice to know you have an associate who is willing to put in extremely late hours?”

You realized by that point, Wooyoung was leaning towards you. The look in his eye changed, and you felt a rush of blood go to your erogenous zones. He definitely knew that you and Yunho hooked up. You narrowed your eyes and you tried your best to not lean away from him as you asked in a quiet voice, “What did Yunho say?”

“He didn’t say anything.”

Wooyoung got closer.

“You said he was acting smug?”

“That bastard is always smug.”

“Then what are you doing here?”

You felt Wooyoung’s fingers reach for your robe belt once again. He tugged lightly as he said, “He didn’t have to say anything because the evidence was all there. Roughed up hair, wrinkled clothes, and most importantly, a mesmerized look on his face as he touched his lips.”

Wooyoung cupped your face with his hand and ran his thumb lightly over your lower lip. It was in that moment that you realized that Wooyoung had successfully untied your robe, but the robe stayed in place.

“You’d have to be a horrible attorney to not realize what had happened for him to be acting like that.”

The rising tension in between your legs only got stronger. You swallowed the pool of saliva forming in your mouth and exhaled slightly through your nose, realizing that you had to respond to Wooyoung’s speculation. You still refused to move as Wooyoung’s face was mere centimeters away from yours.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” He asked breathily.

“That was totally leading…” you were barely able to rebuttal.

“Overruled.”

“How do you figure?”

“Because I know I’m right, and you do, too.”

His fingers trailed lightly across your collarbone before pushing the sleeve of the robe off your shoulder. Usually, Wooyoung loved to run his mouth whenever and wherever; however, this time, he kept quiet. You really did think he was going to say something mind-numbingly stupid when he saw your breast, but he didn’t even change the pace of his breathing. His lips brushed past your shoulder as his fingers pulled the robe down even further. You took your arm out of the sleeve and gripped Wooyoung’s shoulder tightly. You bit your tongue to keep from making a single noise as he pressed his lips into the nook of your neck, his soft hair tickling your ear.

Wooyoung quickly pulled the other sleeve off your arm, leaving the robe to cover only your waist. A moan of surprise left your lips when he cupped your breast to suck on your nipple. You leaned back and closed your eyes to experience the sensuality of his actions more, allowing him to push you back all the way and pin you on the sofa.

Your robe was useless by that point. It didn’t cover a single part of your body, and you knew that without having to look because you felt Wooyoung’s knee press in between your legs. Suddenly, he stopped. He leaned back and sat pretty far back, earning a whine of frustration from you.

“Sorry, Y/N. I just don’t want to get this outfit dirty,” Wooyoung explained as he began to strip. “This is my favorite fit.”

“As long as you finish what you started, then it’s fine,” you panted out.

“Don’t worry, I always complete my work before I leave for the day.”

Wooyoung stood up and removed the rest of his clothing before pinning you down once more. His bare knee pressing in between your legs was so much more sensual now than before. You knew for a fact that his knee was getting wet being pressed against your pussy, so him taking off his pants was probably for the best.

You had yet to feel Wooyoung’s plush lips press against yours, so you put your hands on the back of his neck and pulled him into you. His lips immediately invited yours, but his tongue had yet to introduce itself. You held onto him tightly as you pulled him even closer to you, hoping that the action alone would be enough to tell him to violate the sanctity of your mouth with his tongue. He received the message, but he had no intention of fulfilling that request just yet.

Instead, Wooyoung leaned back. “I seriously can’t wait anymore,” he mumbled as he held your legs up and together before pushing his dick in between your thighs.

You’d never experienced such friction before in your entire life. Sure, you’ve had your inner thighs be licked and stroked and tickled, but not once did someone put their dick in between your thighs. His length brushed past your clit every time he thrusted inwards or pulled outwards, and every time, you felt your clit tremble and your pussy get even more wet.

Wooyoung’s voice was usually on the higher side, so it completely amazed you when you heard his voice drop when he moaned. You watched him through narrowed eyes as you leaned your head backwards, your body unable to deal with the pleasure he was providing you. You saw that his eyes were closed, that he was gritting his teeth so hard that the veins in his neck were popping out. You looked below that to see that the veins in his hands and arms were also very prominent. You didn’t think you had a thing for veins until you saw Wooyoung’s, but now you definitely did.

While you thought about how sexy Wooyoung looked in that moment, you felt yourself nearing your climax. Apparently, Wooyoung was close too, because the second you let out a sweet moan and came, he thrusted in between your thighs one last time before cumming all over your chest. The two of you breathed heavily before separating. It took you a moment to register, but you looked at the cum on your chest and sighed deeply.

“Great. Now I’m going to have to take another shower,” you muttered to yourself.

“Let me help you.”

Apparently, Wooyoung heard you. You looked him right in the eye and said, “No, I think you should show yourself out now.”

You sat up properly and were about to dress yourself in the robe again when Wooyoung held the robe down and brought his lips to your ear. His breath tickled your ear as he said softly, “We both know that you’re going to touch yourself again when you take your shower, so why don’t I help you out? Save you some energy and water.”

You felt your face turn red hot. As much as you wanted to kick him out, you couldn’t now because he was right— you definitely were going to touch yourself in the bathroom because you were still not satisfied. You desperately wanted something hot and throbbing inside you.

Suddenly, you felt Wooyoung grab your face with one hand and pulled you towards him. Your lips met his, and he finally pushed his tongue into your mouth. You felt like he was eating you alive with the way he was kissing you. You were so enthralled with the kiss that when he moved away from you completely once again, you were filled with irritation.

“Hey—” you started, only for him to interrupt you.

“Let’s go shower, Y/N,” Wooyoung said with a flirty wink.

Despite never having been in your place before, he seemed to know exactly where the bathroom was. You followed him in there and closed the door behind you as Wooyoung turned on the tap to warm up the water. The water from the shower head pelted down and got more water droplets on the glass doors of the shower— the glass was still wet after your first shower. Wooyoung stepped in first and held his hand out for you to take it.

You didn’t realize how cramped it was in your standing shower until the two of you were in there. Your back was facing him, your front facing the shower head. His hands held your waist and brought you ever so slightly towards him, allowing you to feel his definitely erect dick press against your wet skin.

“Do you want to hand me the soap?” Wooyoung asked, his lips rubbing against your ear.

You mentally reprimanded yourself in that moment. Of course you had to use a bar soap. You were worried he was going to intentionally drop the soap so that you would have to bend over and pick it up, but you were worrying for nothing. Wooyoung did very much intend to help you clean up. He rubbed the soap in his hands until it lathered completely before placing it back from where you picked it up from. His hands ran up and down your torso, his cum pretty much completely gone by that point. You sharply inhaled when you realized that one of his hands was straying towards your breast while the other reached downwards towards your crotch.

“Wooyoung,” you breathed out as he massaged your breast. “Fuck, this feels so good.”

“Glad to hear it,” Wooyoung couldn’t help but chuckle.

The sensation of the hot water hitting your breasts along with Wooyoung’s consistent kneading definitely turned you on, and his fingers rubbing against your labia induced sweet moans to tumble out of your mouth. You didn’t even bother holding back your moans when his fingers pushed into you, his nails lightly scratching the inside of your pussy.

“Spread your legs for me, Y/N,” Wooyoung told you as he lifted one of your legs.

You rested the leg Wooyoung moved on the ledge, giving him more space to finger you. You held onto the bar in the shower with all of your might to the point where your knuckles were turning white. You seriously couldn’t feel your legs at that point. You were so close to sweet relief, but there was definitely something missing that prevented you from cumming.

As you tried desperately to cum, you began to rock your hips in rhythm with Wooyoung’s pace. Your hand slipped slightly, and luckily, you were able to hold onto the bar and not slip or anything, but the soap that was on the ledge did fall to the ground. You heard Wooyoung’s evil chuckle in your ear as soon as he realized what you had done.

“Y/N, you should pick up the soap…” he said knowingly.

You pursed your lips and moved as Wooyoung let go of you, allowing you to bend over. And, of course, when you picked it up, the soap slipped out of your hands. Soap was slippery, and soap really wanted you to be pleasured by the man behind you.

“Are you doing this intentionally?” Wooyoung asked as the soap slipped out of your hand yet again.

You wanted to retort, but you could only gasp as you felt his hands spread your ass cheeks wide. He positioned himself before thrusting into your cunt quickly, the soap assisting his entrance. You cried out as you felt his dick ram into you over repeatedly, and you for sure thought that you were going to slip and fall, but Wooyoung’s hold on you was so strong that you definitely were safe. He guided your waist to and fro, the sound of your hips hitting so much louder with the added effect of the water from the shower.

“Oh my God, Wooyoung!” You cried. “I’m cumming!”

Wooyoung didn’t let up. He kept thrusting despite hearing what you told him. You moaned loudly and came while his dick was still inside you, the arousal fluid dripping down your legs as he continued.

“Wooyoung, please,” you said breathlessly. “It feels too good!”

“I’m almost there, Y/N,” Wooyoung grunted out.

You felt yourself nearing another climax, and you were so close to cumming again when Wooyoung pulled out. He stroked himself a couple times and came on your back with a loud groan followed by an exhale, leaving you to finger yourself so you could cum one last time. Wooyoung noticed you struggle, so he brought you up, lifted your leg again, and ruthlessly fingered you until you came yet again, this time crying his name.

This time, Wooyoung bent down to pick up the soap since you were hopelessly failing earlier. He lathered his hands with soap and set it back on the ledge before turning you around so that you were facing him, the hot water hitting your back. He began to rub the soap into you once again, his lips meeting yours at the same time. You held onto his shoulders and kissed him back roughly as he cleaned your body for the third time that night.

The truth was that you just couldn’t get enough of his soft lips. He was an amazing kisser, and you needed to experience those kisses for as long as humanly possible. The two of you dried off and Wooyoung changed back into the clothes he wore to your place while you donned your robe once more. Before he could leave the living room, you grabbed his collar and pulled him in for another hot, rough kiss, Wooyoung chuckling slightly in between the kisses.

“Aren’t you glad you didn’t wait?” He asked brazenly.

You didn’t bother responding. You just wanted to continue kissing him. He held you tightly as you wrapped your arms over his shoulders, your hands running through the roots of the hair on the back of his head. Wooyoung was letting breathy moans slip here and there as he held you close and continued to kiss you until your lips were red and raw.

“Okay, Y/N, I gotta go if I want to make it to work tomorrow,” Wooyoung leaned away, causing you to whimper.

“No. Didn’t you say you would complete your work before you left for the day?” You asked him, using his words from earlier.

“I did say that, yes.”

“Then come with me. We’re not done here,” you told him as you dragged him by the collar to your bedroom.

The next morning at work, you thankfully didn’t have a headache, but your hips were on fire. You couldn’t tell if it was because of one specific person or if it was all three men. All you knew was that for you to feel this sore the next day, whatever happened the day was definitely good if not great.

However, despite three men completely wrecking you, you were still stressed as hell. Truth be told, you really didn’t want to look through all the goddamn records because they were the number one source of your stress. Then, an idea struck. You called Seeun and Sumin into your office.

“Since I have both of you, I would like you both to go through all of the record and pick out the relevant pieces of information from each case that each of these people have had,” you said as you handed a piece of paper with eight names on it to the closest boy. “You have until the end of the day to finish it.”

“But, ma’am,” Seeun stepped forward. “What do we do about phone calls? Should we just ignore them?”

“Oh, shit. That’s a bad idea… You know what. I’ll go grab one or two of the paralegals to help you, but I want you all working on gathering the information. If the phone rings, then you go to answer it, Seeun.”

Seeun nodded and took another step back. You stood up and prepared yourself to head out of your office. “Go to the physical records room and start going through everything both physical and digital. I’ll send someone your way within the hour.”

The three of you left your office. You smoothed out your dress before walking towards the paralegals’ offices. Upon arriving in the area, you saw Seonghwa with a group of the paralegals talking and laughing. You checked your watch— it was lunch time, so it made sense to see them just hanging around. You stood out of their line of sight and watched as Seonghwa waved to the paralegals before leaving the vicinity and heading back to his office. You only emerged after he fully left.

“Everything good here?” You asked the five boys.

“Yeah!” One of the more cheerier paralegals, Hyunwoo, responded to you.

“What did Seonghwa talk to you about?”

“He was telling us about how he got to become senior associate,” another paralegal, Yujun, spoke up.

“Yeah, I was actually starting to lose hope being stuck in law school, but he made me want to keep going,” Junmin, the most senior of all the paralegals, added with starry eyes.

“That’s good to hear. I hired you because you’re good and I want you to stay,” you smiled at Junmin. You then realized that you could get the opinions of others to figure out who you should choose to be your partner. “Just curious since he was just here, but how do you guys feel about Seonghwa?”

“He’s the best!”

“He’s reliable and inspiring.”

“Watching him work is the coolest.”

The boys started to bombard you with more and more things that they liked about Seonghwa— they definitely did like the most senior of associates. You nodded and took in everything for about a minute before you decided that you needed to put an end to the praising.

“Thanks for the input. I appreciate it,” you told them. “The real reason I came down here: I need someone to go help Sumin and Seeun with some work. Who would like to help them?”

Hunter and Yechan, the two newest paralegals, both immediately stepped forward.

“Great,” you clapped your hands and smiled widely. “They’re in the records room. They’ll tell you what to do when you get there.”

Nodding, the two boys set off for the records room. You bid the other three paralegals farewell before walking towards Seonghwa’s office. You knocked on the door and popped your head into the room.

“Y/N? What’s up?” Seonghwa asked you as soon as the two of you locked eyes.

“Can we chat? I have some questions for you.”

“Yeah, sure. Let me just finish up this document.”

“Okay, just come to my office when you’re done.”

Seonghwa smiled and nodded before furiously clacking away on his keyboard. You returned to your office and left the door open, Seonghwa arriving just a few minutes later.

“Close the door behind you, then have a seat,” you instructed him.

The lawyer did so. He took a seat on the couch, and you instantly remembered you and Yunho being intimate on that couch. You did clean up after and instructed the night staff to thoroughly clean the couches, which they definitely did. Yet, you still felt a little weird about Seonghwa sitting on that couch. You felt your face heat up slightly, causing you to look away quickly to regain your composure.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” Seonghwa, eager to get down to business, asked you after you were silent for a solid several seconds.

“Oh, I was talking to the paralegals just now since I needed one of them to help my secretaries out—”

“Secretaries? Since when did you have more than one?” He interrupted.

“When that dumbass left, Sumin was left boss-less. I didn’t want him to lose his job because of the actions of his previous boss, so I told him that he’d work under me for now until we figure out this whole managing partner thing,” you explained.

“Oh… Got it. So you were talking to the paralegals?”

“Yeah. I didn’t know you had such a good relationship with them. They had nothing but nice things to say about you. You’re a good leader,” you rapid fire praised the senior associate.

Seonghwa looked bashful as he started, “Thanks— ”

“However, what I want to know is,” you interrupted him. “Are you a good listener?”

“I’d like to think that I am.”

“Then let’s confirm it right now. Go lock the door.”

Trying hard to prove that he was a good listener, Seonghwa immediately jumped to his feet to do so. You then gestured with your hand for him to step closer to your desk, which he did. “Take off your jacket,” was your next instruction.

He placed his jacket on one of the chairs closest to him and stood in front of you again. “Now your tie.”

He took his tie off and put it on top of his jacket.

“Unbutton your shirt.”

“Why are you having me do all this, Y/N?” Seonghwa asked while listening to you and unbuttoning.

You ignored his question. “Remove your belt.”

A suggestive look appeared on Seonghwa’s face. He removed his belt and rather than put it on the chair, he let it fall to the ground. The sly smile on his face irritated you slightly. You decided that you were going to toy with him in a different way now. “Unzip your pants. Only unzip them.”

As he did so, you quickly slipped your panties off. You stood up carefully and opened your desk drawer to take out a condom— condoms that you had stashed in your desk earlier that morning in case another attorney of yours needed to discuss their qualifications with you. You walked around your desk and sat on top of it, your legs immediately crossing. You held the condom packet in the air, Seonghwa’s eyes locking on it. He immediately walked over to you and reached for it, his hand on your thigh. You held it away from him.

“Ah, don’t get ahead of yourself. You still have to listen to me,” you whispered in his ear.

He looked at you with desperate eyes. His hand on your thigh was trembling. He was definitely doing his best to wait for further instruction. The second he ran his ridiculously rude tongue over his lower lip before biting it, you felt yourself get even more wet. You stuck the condom in the strap of your bra and brushed his hands off of your thighs. You reached for his waist and pulled him closer to you.

“You aren’t allowed to touch me yet. Got it?”

Seonghwa nodded slowly. You put your hand down to uncover the ready to burst bulge in his underwear. You’d seen his penis before— heck, you’ve had sex with Seonghwa multiple times in the past. He’d been your fuck buddy for the longest time, but when the firm became more well known and you both got extremely busy with cases pouring in left and right, you stopped. To be honest, you kind of missed his dick, so holding it in your hand after such a long time was exhilarating, almost as if you’ve never held it before. You licked your hand and spit on his cock before starting to pump.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” Seonghwa hissed.

Seonghwa was gripping the edge of your desk as you continued to pleasure him. His face was flushed red. His face only got redder when you brought him in a little closer so you could leave kisses on his collarbone. Seonghwa rotated between moaning and swearing. You trailed your tongue upwards towards his neck and felt his hot breath on the nook of your neck. He nearly leaned on you for support, but he remembered what you asked of him, and he refrained to the best of his ability.

Your hand went from his neck to his waist, and your lips trailed kisses down to his chest until you got to his nipple. You heard him sharply inhale then moan as you sucked lightly on his nipple. You felt his penis twitch in your grasp, and before he could cum, you let go of him and pushed him away slightly. His face was flushed, and he looked confused and frustrated. He opened his mouth to say something, but you held your finger to your lips, telling him to remain quiet.

“Kneel,” you said sternly while pointing at the ground.

Clearly annoyed by that point, Seonghwa still listened to you, his lips pulled into a pout. He kneeled right in front of you, his face by your knees. “Good boy,” you commended him.

You couldn’t help but bite your lower lip as you reached for his face and squeezed his cheeks with your hand as you made him look up at you. You wanted to see the look on his face when you spread your legs, revealing your soaking wet pussy. His eyes widened and he slightly parted his lips, a sense of eagerness emanating from him.

“Eat me out.”

Seonghwa nodded instantly. He nearly grabbed your thighs, but then he remembered he still wasn’t allowed to touch you. He looked up at you with begging eyes.

“Yes?”

“May I at least grab your thighs?” Seonghwa asked, his voice low and soft.

“Only my thighs,” you allowed.

Nodding, Seonghwa held your thighs and spread your legs even more, his tongue hanging out of his mouth thirstily. His thumbs rubbed against the inside of your thigh, and he brought his lips to your clit. He sucked hard, immediately making your knees tremble. You wanted so badly to close your thighs and keep him from going any further because the one action alone felt so good, but his hold on your thighs was incredibly strong, and he kept pushing your thighs outwards more— as far as you could split.

When Seonghwa’s tongue rolled over your clit, you flung your head back. You grabbed onto the roots of his hair and pulled his hair every time he did something you liked, which was every single goddamn action he took. His tongue then moved downwards slightly and prodded inside you. He flicked his tongue quickly while simultaneously slurping your pussy up. What you didn’t notice, though, is Seonghwa let go of one of your thighs to continue to stroke himself; he still hadn’t cum and he desperately wanted to.

As he continued to flick his tongue at what felt like the speed of light, he started humming and moaning against your pussy, the slight vibration from his lips nearly driving you insane. You pushed his head further into you and cried loudly as you hit your climax. Seonghwa moved away from your clit before you came, all of your liquid ending up on your desk. The hand that was on your thigh squeezed tightly as he, too, came. You were panting heavily when Seonghwa was done with you, and you could barely keep yourself upright.

“Okay,” you barely managed to get out. “That’s all. You can put your clothes back on.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Seonghwa asked, unsure if you really just said what you said.

“You can leave.”

“Sorry, Y/N, but I’m going to have to touch you now.”

Before you could get off your desk, Seonghwa grabbed your arms and pinned your down on your desk. You tried to get out of his grasp, but when you felt his once again erect friend, you felt a rush of blood go through your body and turn you on all over again. “You got me this far, so there’s no way in hell I’m stopping now,” he leaned down and whispered in your ear aggressively.

He pressed his chest against yours and ran his lips along your collarbone. He held the sleeve of your dress in his mouth and pulled the sleeve down, revealing your bra strap and the condom you stuck in the bra strap. He grabbed the condom with his teeth and moved away from you. He tore the packet open with his teeth— every single time he did something with his teeth, it drove you insane— and rolled the condom on.

“Wait, Seonghwa,” you told him as you sat up slightly.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Seonghwa pinned you down again.

“My dress,” you whined. “I don’t want to get it ruined…”

“I think you pretty much already did after cumming like that earlier, but alright. I’ll take it off for you.”

Seonghwa pressed his chest against yours once again, his arms wrapping around your body. He unzipped the dress slowly, tracing a line down your spine as he did so. Your back arched and you let out a sweet moan in his ear.

“Seonghwa! Hurry!” You grabbed onto his shirt and tugged lightly as he took his sweet time taking your dress off.

“And you wanted me to leave,” he scoffed.

“I’m sorry, just hurry now please…”

Still listening to you, Seonghwa took your dress off quickly, your bra following seconds later. He ran his hands down your rib cage and held your waist tightly. You watched him run his tongue over his lower lip before biting it and placing himself at your entrance.

You completely forgot about Seonghwa’s length and girth until he pushed his way into you. You felt like your pussy was going to get ripped in half, especially because he, rather than pushed, shoved himself into you. Rhythmic slaps echoed in your office as he fucked your brains out. You felt even more pleasure run through your nerves when he lifted your legs so that your calves rested on his shoulders, tightening your pussy around his dick.

“Fuck, this made you so much tighter, Y/N. You feel so amazing,” Seonghwa moaned out.

You couldn’t even vocalize how much you enjoyed Seonghwa inside you. You could feel him throb more and more, and you were so close to cumming. Seonghwa could tell that you were close.

“Not yet, babygirl. Wait for me.”

Seonghwa lowered himself down and stuck his tongue down your throat, his hand moving to cup and massage your breast. You whimpered as you did your best to keep it together and wait to cum, but he was stimulating you so much that you couldn’t help but wonder if he was intentionally trying to make you miserable. He released yours lips to say, “Good girl,” with an irritating smirk on your face.

You were moving on your desk so much that you felt like your ass was on fire. You couldn’t wait any longer.

“Hwa, I want to cum,” you cried. “I’m cumming!”

Quickly Seonghwa pulled out. He drove two of his pretty fingers into you and fingered you hard and fast. Your moans wavered as you hit your max and came on Seonghwa’s hand. He didn’t give you a second to breathe, though. As soon as you finished, he re-entered you and returned to the pace he was at before he pulled out. With one final slam, you felt him spasm inside you. He flung his head back and closed his eyes as he groaned in melodious relief.

He stayed inside you for a minute to calm himself down, allowing you to catch your breath. He took off the condom and threw it away before wearing his underwear and pants properly. You pushed yourself off the desk, but you didn’t realize how numb and wobbly your legs were until they hit the ground. You fell right onto Seonghwa, your face pressing against his firm chest.

“That wasn’t enough for you?” Seonghwa asked with a slight laugh.

“Shut up, that was more than enough,” you huffed out. “But… Can you help me walk to the couch?”

Seonghwa nodded and pretty much carried you to the couch. He sat you down on the couch and sat down next to you. You let out a sigh and looked down to realize that you were completely naked, and your dress was completely ruined. Seonghwa noticed your consternation and took off his button up to give to you, which you graciously accepted and put on. You buttoned two of the buttons and smoothed out the shirt to see Seonghwa looking at you with a small smile.

“It really has been a while, huh?” Seonghwa murmured.

“Yeah… You haven’t called me babygirl in such a long time. I nearly came when you said that,” you admitted to him.

“Good girl,” Seonghwa said once again, his hand petting your hair lightly.

With another sigh, you leaned into his chest. Your head was clear, and you felt fulfilled. Seonghwa put his arm around your shoulders and hugged you closer to his chest. He exhaled, the warm air going past your ear, nearly turning you on again. You shifted a little in his embrace and put your arm over his torso, hugging him slightly. You looked up at him and asked quietly, “Are you sure you don’t regret passing up the senior partner position?”

“Hmm,” Seonghwa thought out loud, his hand rubbing your arm. “I regret it sometimes, but I’m happy being junior partner.”

“Do you want to be managing partner, though?”

“Kind of, yeah.”

“Why?”

Seonghwa looked down at your face and kissed your forehead. He pulled your legs over his and held you even closer as he responded, “Because then I’d get to work with you more intimately… Like this.”

Seonghwa ran his tongue over his lower lip, turning you on all over again. You put your hands on the back of his neck and brought him in for a kiss, the two of you silently confirming that you could go another round or two.

Thanks to your dress being completely ruined, you had to get Seeun to go buy a new outfit for you. He didn’t ask why, luckily, but it took him a while to get you clothes to wear because he was busy working on the other task you gave him. Seonghwa stayed in your office with you because you were still wearing his shirt, after all, and he didn’t want to leave you completely naked. While you waited for Seeun, you and Seonghwa fucked another several times, and when Seeun returned, you two immediately got dressed. Seonghwa left your office, and shortly after, you did too, only to see that the sun had completely set (you don’t have any windows in your office, so you can never tell the time except for on your phone).

You sincerely hoped that no one noticed that you and Seonghwa were pretty much MIA the whole day, but you all are lawyers. You would have to be completely blind or oblivious to not notice that two people are missing despite being in the workplace.

You were and Seeun were the last two people to leave the office that day.

“Ma’am,” Seeun started slowly as you both walked towards the elevators. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, correct me if I’m wrong, but I thought I heard you crying in your office earlier…”

You were crying earlier, but the way Seeun was speaking to you made it seem like he thought you were upset over something. You were crying for Seonghwa to give it to you, which was definitely not something to be sad about.

“Oh, I saw a huge bug scurrying around my office and every time I tried to kill it, it would scurry away again,” you lied straight through your teeth; you didn’t need precious, young Seeun to know what you were truly up to.

Seeun nodded and accepted your lie. He didn’t press further. “Yeah, bugs are the worst, especially if you see them one second but then they disappear the next.”

“Exactly! You get it.”

It was still early enough in the evening for Seeun to catch the public transportation home, so you waved goodbye to him before heading to the parking garage. You drove yourself to work that day, which meant you had to drive yourself home— not that it was a problem because you liked to drive.

By the time you got home, you were exhausted and ready to crash, but first, you had to shower. No matter how much you and Seonghwa cleaned up, you knew that there were going to be traces of him somewhere on your body. You took a quick shower and did your moisturizing routine when your phone started ringing. You shuffled out of the bathroom and to the living room where your phone sat on the coffee table. The call was from San. It was unnatural for him to call so late, which meant that there was most likely a problem with his cases.

“San? Everything okay?”

“Well… Yes and no. I’ve been struggling all day with this settlement offer, and I couldn’t talk to you about it earlier, so I tried to figure it out on my own, but I’m still stumped,” San explained quickly.

“What case is it for?”

“The medical malpractice one.”

“Oof, yeah that is a tough one… Why don’t you come over and we can figure it out tonight? It’d be better to discuss this in person.”

“Ah… Okay. I’ll be there soon, then. Just send me your address.”

“Will do. Bye.”

You hung up and immediately texted San your address— apparently he lived in the building a block down from yours, so that gave you five minutes to finish your night routine and get dressed. You realized that you had yet to do laundry, which meant out of all the pajamas you had, you only had two tank-top-and-shorts pajama sets left. You thought about digging into your dirty laundry because there was no way in hell you were going to wear your office clothes so late at night, but the thought of wearing dirty laundry made you feel icky— what was the point of taking a shower if you were just going to wear unclean clothes? You had to settle for the pajama set: you ended up choosing the lavender satin shorts with a matching satin tank top number.

Exactly five minutes after San called, the doorbell rang. You opened your front door and let San into your place. You instructed him where to sit while you went to the kitchen and got water for the two of you.

“Alright, what’re we working with?” You asked him as you sat down next to him.

San opened his laptop and pulled up the documents. You leaned over his shoulder to see the screen and read up on the new details of the case. After leaning on him for a solid five minutes and absorbing all of the information, you sat back and crossed your legs, a skeptical look overcoming your face.

“What? What is it?” San asked with concern upon seeing your judgmental face.

“When did you get all the new information?”

“Earlier today.”

“Okay, that makes me feel a little better,” you said with a smile. “You must’ve had a long day at work then.”

“Yeah… Wait, how’d you know?”

“You missed this,” you pointed to something on his computer screen. “The hospital is trying to pin the blame on the doctor when the doctor wasn’t even working the day of the medical malpractice. This should actually be a wrongful termination suit.”

San rubbed his eyes and stared at his screen. His eyes darted back and forth momentarily before he exclaimed, “Oh my God, how did I not see that?!”

“It’s a super small detail, don’t worry about it. I was just concerned that you had this information for weeks. But, hey! You don’t have to worry about the settlement! Take it to court, win the case, and then flip the lawsuit.”

“Oh wow, thank you so much Y/N!” San cheered as he hugged you.

Within seconds, San realized what he was doing and immediately let go of you. He fully turned away from you, his ears completely red. “I’m so sorry, I just… I’m so relieved that this is a winnable case.”

“Don’t worry, I understand. This does call for a celebration, though.”

“It does?”

“Yes, it does,” you nodded and stood up. You disappeared into the kitchen and returned with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. “You need a pick-me-up after being stressed about this all day.”

You held the glasses to San. He took them carefully from you and held them on his knee while you sat down next to him and opened the whiskey bottle. You poured the alcohol into the glasses one-third of the way before setting the bottle of whiskey aside. San handed you one glass, and the two of you tapped glasses before taking a sip.

“I honestly didn’t have you pegged as a whiskey person, Y/N,” San said.

“I’m not, but my brother is,” you told him. “I have to have a bottle of whiskey on hand for him always, and I just ran out of wine, otherwise I would have offered wine.”

“Whiskey is perfectly fine with me.”

The two of you finished your drinks within ten minutes, and you immediately noticed San’s face reddening. The tips of his ears were blazing. He set the glass on the coffee table and leaned in towards you as you set your glass down too.

“Where did you disappear to earlier today, Y/N?” San asked you point blank.

“In my office,” you told him, which was the truth.

“Really? Because I knocked on your door around two, and you didn’t respond…”

Your eyes went wide. You avoided eye contact with San as you realized that the other attorneys in your firm were probably trying to get in contact with you, but you were so busy with Seonghwa that you didn’t hear a damn thing. “I… Uh…” you stuttered out, unsure on how to respond to San.

“Maybe you were in the bathroom or something,” San offered an excuse for you, which kind of surprised you.

“Maybe… Probably…” You ran with it.

“At least I got this figured out before tomorrow,” San continued softly. “That’s one less thing to worry about.”

“What else have you been worrying about, San?”

San looked you in the eye, the red across his cheekbones and nose started to lighten up a little. “Making partner.”

“Oh?”

“I do want to be partner… It’d be a huge step in the right direction for me, plus I love working for your firm, so I want to climb the ladder here,” San admitted. “And I’ve been trying out to figure out ways to show you I have what it takes, but this medical malpractice case just proved that I have some improving to do.”

“No, San,” you put a reassuring hand on his. “I make the same mistakes sometimes too. Having another person to consult definitely helps sometimes. Don’t sell yourself short. Why else would you have been in that meeting?”

“I don’t know… I feel like I still need to prove myself though. I mean, I am loyal and dedicated, which is what you want, but I’m sure there’s more to that.”

San sighed deeply and bowed his head, and you just couldn’t help but notice how cute he was in that moment. He always carried himself at work with pure confidence, but seeing him a little tipsy and uncertain on your couch wearing sweats and not his usual work attire reminded you again of how he was definitely human. You couldn’t help but reach out and pet his hair, hoping that it would silently reassure him that he’s doing a good job.

When San looked up to look at you, you felt your heart skip a beat. His eyes were soft but still sharp, and the flush on his face was no longer from the alcohol but from something else. He placed his large hand on top of yours and stared into your eyes. You held your breath as he got closer and closer to you, but he stopped his face mere centimeters away from yours.

“San...?”

“If I do this… Then will you not consider me for partner?” San asked quietly.

“Do what?”

San’s hand, which was on yours, held your hand firmly. He pulled you towards him, your face nearly crashing into his soft chest. You felt his hand rest on the small of your back, tingles shooting through your body. He brought his lips close to yours, but he was still centimeters away.

“If I do this, then will you not consider me for partner?” San asked again.

“I, um,” you cleared your throat and did your best to maintain eye contact with him. “If you do this, then it won’t negatively impact your chance of becoming partner…”

“So what Yunho and Wooyoung were saying is true?”

San gained a little more confidence. He pulled you even closer to him, your knee brushing against his thigh. Your heart lurched when you noticed the bulge in his dark sweatpants, your mouth immediately salivating.

“What’re they saying?” You asked him breathlessly.

“I can’t say…”

San ran his tongue over his lower lip lightly. His hand moved slightly down so that it was no longer resting on the small of your back but now your tailbone. He couldn’t say, but he could definitely do from the looks of it. You cupped his face and trailed your finger along his jawline as you whispered, “Well, I’m sure your assumption is probably correct. So go ahead. Impress me.”

Slowly, San’s lips met yours, and he kissed you gently at first, unsure of the pace he should take things at. But, you liked this slower pace of his. It was a lot more sensual. You were painfully aware of where his hands were going. He let go of your hand and ran both his hands down so that they were holding your buttocks. Your hands rested on the back of your neck as you rolled your body into his, your kisses slowly starting to get more intense. You moaned when his hands clenched your butt and pulled upwards, pushing you further into him. Your teeth nibbled on his lower lip when his fingers crept under your shorts.

“You like that?” San pulled away lightly and gazed at your face.

“Mmm, yeah,” you said breathlessly in a higher tone.

San hummed in acknowledgement. He brushed his nose against your jawline as he lowered his head to kiss your neck. His hand let go of your ass to slide the razor thin strap of your tank top off your shoulder. You couldn’t help but lean your head towards him as his soft lips continued to leave feather light kisses along your shoulders. You heard him whine softly when his hands cupped your boobs from underneath and squeezed lightly.

“Ah, San! Oh God,” You cried when his hands started kneading your breasts with intensity.

Your face got hotter when he looked up at you with lust filled sharp eyes. His hands held your waist and pulled you in even closer so that your breasts were pressed against his chest. He stood up, making you stand up as well. What you didn’t realize was how weak in the knees San made you until you struggled slightly to keep yourself upright. San let out a light chuckle before hugging your waist and picking you up, his lips pressing against yours again. He walked you to your room and sat you down on your bed, disappointment hitting you when he stopped kissing you. He pulled his shirt off from grabbing his collar from behind, revealing his wide shoulders and rippling muscles. You stared in wonderment at the proportions of his body before you noticed his crotch getting progressively tighter.

“Do you want to know what the guys have been saying?” San asked as he trapped your waist by planting his hands on either side of you.

You could only nod. Your words were stuck in your throat and only got more stuck the closer the man before you got.

“Yunho said your dedication to detail is impeccable, that the colors of your clothes always matches,” San said, his hand going over your clothes and running from your breast to your thigh. His other hand squeezed your thigh.

Your face got hotter. You were a little embarrassed knowing that they were definitely talking to each other about how you were in the sack.

“He also said that you’re the biggest tease. Wooyoung said the same thing. I wanted to see if their story tracked and if the evidence showed that.”

“And?” You asked, although you pretty much already knew the answer.

“They were right. Y/N, how can you wear something so provocative and expect me to keep calm?” San whispered, his lips near your ear. “I’ve been struggling ever since you opened the door.”

“This was the only thing I had left,” you responded weakly.

“I’m sure it was,” he replied sarcastically.

“Well, I also have this set in green, but that’s it I swear.”

“Don’t perjure yourself, Y/N,” San lectured.

San stood with his legs far apart as he leaned into you— he was still standing while you were laying on your bed, your legs dangling off the edge. His lips met your nipple, which was still covered by your tank top, and sucked lightly. His hands pulled your shorts and panties down, leaving you to kick the clothes off. He rubbed his fingers lightly against your clit, causing you to you curl your toes. You wanted to tell him off— he was being more of a tease than you. Fuck his slower pace. You needed him to fuck you senseless at that point. Your body lurched when you felt his teeth sink lightly into your nipple, his hand pinching your other nipple.

“San,” you said with the sternest voice you could muster as you pushed yourself up slightly to rest on your elbows.

“Yes?” San responded without looking up.

“Condoms are in the top drawer of my dresser.”

San’s lips left your nipples. He smirked at your impatience. You immediately wanted to wipe that arrogant look off his face, but one thing at a time. First, you needed his dick inside you.

“Thanks for offering,” he started as he reached into his pocket for his wallet. “But, I’m going to have to use my own.”

“Why— Oh…”

Your eyes went wide as San pulled the waistbands of his sweats and underwear down, revealing his colossal, for lack of better comparison, eggplant. Hell, you’d seen missiles smaller than the weapon he had. As he rolled his condom on, you couldn’t help but compare: Yunho’s big cock was long and straight. San’s big cock, on the other hand, was his was curved and incredibly thick— so thick that you didn’t even know if he was going to fit inside you. But, he was right; the condoms you had in your drawer were definitely not going to work for him.

San stood closer to you and rubbed the length of his penis against your clit. His hands stroked your thighs before gripping them and placing the tip of his dick at your entrance.

“If you need me to stop, let me know,” San murmured as if he had repeated those words millions of times in the past.

You nodded and laid back, your elbows no longer propping you up. You thought earlier that day that Seonghwa was going to rip your pussy, but it was actually San that did. He moved into you slowly, his girth opening you up. You let out a loud moan and flung your head back as he continued to drive his dick inside you all the way. His hands moved from your thighs to your waist, allowing you to grab his wrists and dig your nails into his skin.

“Should I stop?” San asked with a low grunt.

“No,” you gasped. “Keep going.”

Nodding, San did just that. Tears filled your eyes the more your pussy took of him. He finally fit himself inside you all the way before letting out a sigh of relief. You still held onto his arms firmly, but your nails were no longer leaving crescents on him.

“Are you okay?” San asked you, his large hand caressing your face.

“Uh huh,” you whimpered.

“I’m going to start moving,” he warned you.

You gave him a singular nod. San placed his hands on your hips again and pulled his dick out a little faster than before when he was pushing himself inside you. Then, he thrust suddenly into you. You let out a yelp when you felt his hips slam into yours. You felt like he was completely filling you up with the way his cock was. You pushed the back of your head further into your bed the more San thrust into you. He kept a standard pace, but he was still slamming strongly into you, making your body move upwards and the springs of your bed squeak.

Small, erotic cries escaped you with every thrust. You both were breathing heavily in unison, San’s breaths later turning into grunts as he clenched his jaw to keep ramming his cock into you at a faster pace. He already had an impressive jawline, but clenched was a whole new game. You lifted your hand to reach for his face, which he happily placed in your hand. You guided his face to yours and reconnected your lips, his kisses immediately making the pain from his thrusts turn into pure pleasure. As he bent down to kiss you, though, his cock started hitting you at a slightly different angle, hitting your G-spot over and over again without remorse. You broke off your intense kiss with San to cry, “I’m cumming!”

San didn’t give you the time to say or do anything right after. He kissed you again, his tongue intertwining with yours. Fluid shot out from you and coated San’s cock, but he refused to let up. When he released your lips to stand up straight and fuck you with all of his might, you felt another orgasm coming your way. Seeing San’s eyes closed tightly as he finished with a final thrust did it for you. The two of you came together, and you continued to cum after he pulled out. You covered your face in embarrassment, but San didn’t seem to think anything. In fact, he was beyond happy because he was able to make you feel that damn good.

“Heh, Yunho was right,” San giggled to himself as he removed his condom.

Barely sitting up, you observed San’s expression, then a realization hit you. He took a page out of Yunho’s fucking playbook.

“You knew about the wrongful termination suit, didn’t you?” You asked him as you grabbed his waist and pulled him back towards you.

“Of course I did. Only an idiot or a really shitty lawyer would miss that detail,” San said matter-of-factly. “I’m a senior associate for a reason, Y/N.”

“I swear to fucking God, you all are so goddamn annoying,” you complained while pinching his ear.

“All lawyers are annoying. You should know that by now,” San laughed despite your hold on his ear hurting him like crazy.

You let go of his ear and were about to reprimand him, but he grabbed his clothes, wore them quickly, and waved goodbye while singing, “Good night! Don’t let the vultures bite!”

When you woke up the next morning, you seriously regretted your entire existence. Five. Five out of eight. Five out of eight men you were considering for partner. You fucked five different men in the span of two days. You wanted a hole to swallow you into the Earth. Heck, committing tax fraud sounded a lot better than knowing that you fucked five lawyers from your firm. God Fucking Dammit.

You really did not want to go into work that morning. You seriously did not want to. You considered calling in sick, but you realized that if you did, then you’d lose a day of going over their records. But, you also couldn’t think about walking into the workplace knowing that five men could gossip about how you were in the sack. Frustrated, you held your pillow to your face and screamed into it for a good minute. After you screamed, you tossed the pillow aside and checked the time. Fuck it. You got your ass out of bed and went to work.

Before anyone could stop you or greet you, you rushed to your office and locked yourself in there. Seeun called your desk phone, and you immediately answered with, “Nope. I don’t want to talk today. Not to anyone. Do not let anyone in, and don’t call again.”

“Ma’am, is everything okay…?” You heard the concern in Seeun’s voice and felt your heart tighten; you couldn’t believe that you just talked to your sweet, innocent secretary like that.

“Yes… Sorry, Seeun, I just… Ugh.”

“I understand, ma’am. I’ll just email the records that we sorted out yesterday to you.”

“Oh my God, I totally forgot about that. Thank you so, so much! Remind me tomorrow to buy you, Sumin, Hunter, and Yechan lunch.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Seeun’s voice got considerably more cheerful. “Sending the email now.”

“Thanks. Bye.”

Due to your amazing secretaries and paralegals, you were able to keep your mind off of the five mistakes you made in the past two days; however, that lasted two seconds when you started reading through Choi San’s records. You slowly felt yourself getting wetter the more you read his file, and it infuriated you greatly.

“God dammit!” You yelled as you leapt out of your seat.

Overcome with the urge to break something, you turned to see your former partner’s diploma sitting in the corner. You immediately grabbed it and smashed it into the ground, glass shattering everywhere. You stomped on the frame repeatedly with your heels, getting your aggression out while imagining you were beating your former partner’s ass. If only they didn’t fucking commit tax fraud! Then you wouldn’t have been in this position, and you certainly would not have fucked any of your employees (other than Seonghwa, but let’s leave the past was the past).

Your desk phone rang. You whipped your head around to see the phone and grumbled to yourself as you picked up.

“Seeun, what did I tell you? I don’t want—”

“Y/N, it’s me. Jongho,” the attorney on the other line interrupted you.

“Oh… Jongho. What can I do for you?”

“Meet me in my office. I need help with this client.”

Before you could even respond, Jongho cut the line. You stared at the receiver in shock. Jongho was your employee, yet the way he was speaking to you was as if he was your boss— acting like he already made managing partner. You were slightly annoyed, but in the same breath, hearing him order you to meet him in his office like that was so sexy.

Realizing that your head was once again swimming in your goddamn horny hormones, you stomped on the frame several more times. After managing to cool off, you realized that you were stamping tiny glass shards into the carpeting.

“Fuck,” you hissed before picking up the receiver and calling your secretary. “Hey, Seeun? Can you get someone to clean up the glass in my office…? Just clean up the glass and the frame, but leave the degree. I’m not done with that yet.”

After getting a confirmation from Seeun, you hung up and made your way to Jongho’s office. You knocked on the door to Jongho’s office before entering, and what a sight you got to behold. Jongho was leafing through several documents he had in his hands, his legs up and cross on the edge of his desk. You got a beautiful view of the way his pants hugged his thighs just right to show off how muscular they were, and he didn’t have his suit jacket on for once, so you got to see exactly how wide and sturdy his shoulders were. You wanted to stare and appreciate his beauty for longer, but there were several reasons as to why you couldn’t: one, you both had to get to work; two, you needed to stop fucking your employees; three, you needed to get your shit together and act like a normal human being instead of some sex-crazed-horndog.

“Alright, let’s go,” Jongho announced as he stood up.

“Where are we going?” You had no idea what was going on.

Jongho handed the documents he was looking at moments before to you. You looked at them while he put on his suit jacket.

“Subpoenas?” You were shocked at how many there were.

“Yeah, I got the okay from the judge. I want to hand deliver them to see the looks on the smug bastards’ faces,” Jongho said passionately, him saying the word “bastard” nearly turning you on to the max.

As he walked towards you to take the documents back, he noted your outfit and said, “Oh good, you’re wearing pants. I’m telling you these assholes are disgusting. We don’t need them staring at your legs… Or your cleavage.”

You covered your face with your hand, a shocked expression plastered to your face along with a pink blush. Jongho, taking the documents from you, made his way out of his office. You, still shocked by what he said, had to take a second to calm down before following him out of the building.

What Jongho said was right. The men you were serving the subpoenas to were, indeed, disgusting pigs. You went to three different offices, and all three men objectified you in one way, shape, or form. One of the men even stared at your ass the entire time Jongho was telling him about the subpoena. Jongho didn’t even have to jump to your defense— you berated each man, told them to eat shit, and insulted them ruthlessly, going after their clearly fake hairpieces or their beer belly babies which were well past overdue. After years of managing your own firm, you learned how to completely destroy men like the three you were forced to meet with.

You stomped back into your office building angrily huffing and puffing, and Jongho had to calm you down before you blew the three pigs’ houses down, but he himself was struggling to keep it together because he was laughing way too hard.

“Why the hell did you make me come with you?!” You yelled at Jongho. “That was horrible!”

“But did you see the looks on their faces?” Jongho asked in between laughs. “Ugh, that was priceless. You always know how to tear those kinds of men down. Who else better to stick it to them than the managing partner of the firm that’s suing them? God, it was like watching Monet paint.”

“I’m glad you’re happy,” you said without a shred of happiness in your voice. “I could use a drink… Or ten…”

“If you’re okay with ditching work, we can just head out for happy hour,” Jongho offered.

“I like the way you think, Choi. Alright, lemme check in with Seeun, then we can go.”

“Okay, but I’m driving.”

“You were going to have to, anyway. I didn’t bring my car today,” you told him as you walked away.

You went to your office to see that the glass had been cleaned up just like you requested, and the dumbass’ diploma was sitting neatly on your desk. You glared at the diploma briefly before heading out of your office, dismissing Seeun for the day, and walking with Jongho to the parking garage.

The two of you went to a bar that was conveniently near your place, also known as your regular spot. The two of you sat at the bar top. You introduced your bartender friend to Jongho, then got your drinks.

Despite having the roughest day, you refused to drink a lot. You needed to stay sharp, aware, alert. While you didn’t think Jongho would try to advocate for making managing partner in the same fashion as the five previous men, you wanted to remain careful because even if he didn’t do anything, you knew for a fact that you would try something if you got too drunk.

Yet, your eyes couldn’t help but stray back to his thighs. To be honest, you could not stop thinking about his thighs from the moment you saw them earlier that day. You did your best to avert your eyes and focus on your drink, but your eyes would sneak peeks as his thighs every now and again. And you prayed that Jongho was inebriated enough to not notice your not so sneaky glances. What you didn’t know, though, was that Jongho was a heavy weight. He saw every single thing you were doing.

Luckily, he was engrossed in a conversation with the bartender, giving you time to get your head out of the gutter, but the more you tried, the more you objectified the senior partner. You felt your blood rush through your body to your crotch when he crossed his legs, accentuating his luscious thighs. When the bartender said something funny and Jongho laughed, your heart fluttered— even his laugh was so fucking sexy. You panties were getting wetter at an exponential rate. You sat up a little more on the bar stool and pressed your legs together tightly, hoping that you could stop your lust continuing to manifest in your cunt.

You held your glass to your lips and wondered if your drink was spiked, but there was no possible way that is was for multiple reasons: the bartender was your friend, so why would they spike your drink? Also, your drink was whiskey neat. If it was spiked, you definitely would have notice the color being off. You had to admit defeat. Having sex multiple times in the span of two days did a number on you and made you an insatiable beast. With a heavy sigh, you finished your drink and stood up.

“You ready to leave?” Jongho asked you.

“Yeah, but you can stay if you’d like! My place is a five minute walk from here, so I can get home.”

“No, let me drop you off. It’s late, and I think you’re a little too tipsy to walk home.”

“You don’t serious think I’m a lightweight, do you?” You were slightly offended.

“Not at all, but it would make me feel better knowing that you got home safe,” Jongho explained.

You couldn’t stress to him enough about how it was fine, that you could just get home by yourself and text him when you got home, but Jongho was a stubborn man. Accepting defeat, you told him that if he was going to drive you home then you would pay for the drinks, and he accepted your terms and conditions.

When you sat in his car, you were hyperaware of how horny you were, and you hoped that you would be able to return home without him realizing. You quietly instructed Jongho on how to get to your place, and upon arriving, Jongho parked by the curb, but he didn’t unlock the doors just yet.

“Jongho, we’re here,” you said with an awkward laugh.

“I know,” he responded.

When he turned his head to meet your eyes, it was like déjà vu. Every cell in your body was yelling at you, telling you to fuck this man. You swallowed nervously as Jongho leaned over you. You for sure thought he was going to kiss you, but instead, he unbuckled your seatbelt. Your face was hot when he leaned back. He was teasing you, but he didn’t look playful in the slightest. He was testing the waters— testing you.

“Y/N,” Jongho called your name in a register that you were barely able to detect over the sound of your pounding heart.

“Yes?” You whispered, Jongho leaning closer towards you.

“You okay?”

You didn’t know what Jongho was asking about— was it your current mental state, your feelings about the events prior to that evening, or his hand on your knee? Although you were wearing pants, you felt his hot touch seep through the fabric, but you needed that touch on your bare skin more than anything.

“Uh… Hmm…” You were desperately trying not to moan, so anything that attempted to be a word that came out of your mouth was just breathy nonsense.

Jongho’s fingers brushed against your temple, startling you slightly; but, when he brushed your hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ear, you wanted his fingers to brush elsewhere, like along your jaw, across your collarbone, down your waist, towards your thighs. His fingers did brush along your jaw, but then his finger ran across your lips, his pointer finger resting on your lower lip.

“May I?” Jongho’s lips were near your ear, so you heard his melodious voice ring loud and clear in your ear.

You nodded. Jongho left his finger on your lips and kissed you lightly, which was a little disappointing. You, however, nearly lost all self control when his finger pulled your lower lip down. He sharply inhaled as he kissed you for real this time, his lips engulfing yours with a raw, animal instinct. He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned even further towards you, allowing the intensity of his kisses to rise aggressively. You placed one knee on the passenger’s seat and pushed yourself towards him.

At some point, the angle at which you were leaning at was getting extremely uncomfortable, and Jongho was so animalistic that you also couldn’t breathe. You pushed him away and panted, Jongho giving you a second to recover.

“Would you like to come in for a nightcap?” You asked him despite knowing his answer.

Before you knew it, you and Jongho were stumbling into your apartment and barely keeping your hands off each other. You held onto Jongho’s shoulders while he held your waist and steered the two of you in the direction of your living room, your lips still completely locked with his.

The two of you sat down on your couch and continued kissing like there was no tomorrow. You leaned into him so that you were on top of him, his head resting on the arm of the couch. You felt him grind his pelvis against yours, suddenly reminding you that you should grab condoms before you went any further.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you said breathlessly before his fingers could roam anywhere else. “Let me grab protection.”

You (shakily) pushed yourself up and went to your bedroom. You didn’t dare look at your reflection in the mirror above your dresser— you knew your face was definitely a deep shade of red, and your lips were definitely raw. You grabbed the condoms and made your way back to the living room with the condoms tucked into your bra strap. You walked back to see that Jongho ended up moving to the arm chair that was right next to the couch, his legs crossed yet again. He had removed his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his button-up, revealing his toned forearms. Your heart leapt into your throat as you watched him put his elbow on the arm and rest his chin on his hand. He was incredibly sexy, and he knew it because he smirked upon seeing your completely shocked face. You felt yourself salivate as you observed his thighs once more.

“Y/N, you have to stop looking at me like that,” Jongho warned quietly. “Otherwise I won’t be able to control myself.”

“What do you mean…?” You choked out.

“I could barely keep my focus when we were at the bar earlier because I kept thinking about how sexy you would look completely disheveled after I got done with you. Why do you think I keep crossing my legs?”

A fire erupted within you. You were amazed at Jongho’s self control because you were ready to pounce at that point. “I could barely keep my focus all fucking day from the moment I entered your office this morning, Jongho. Your thighs are so hot…” You admitted honestly.

“Then,” he uncrossed his legs and spread them, his thick bulge as bright as day. He patted his thighs as he continued, “Sit. I’ll let you fully experience them.”

As he instructed, you sat on his lap, your knees on either side of him. You gripped his shoulders as he brought your lips to his once more. He untucked your button-up from your pants and quickly unbuttoned your shirt. He moved the sleeves off your shoulder slightly before moving his lips to pepper kisses on your shoulder and collarbone. In that time, he also unbuttoned and unzipped your pants, his hands pushing the waistband down.

Jongho somehow managed to get you out of your pants while still straddling him. When your bare thighs pressed against his firm, clothed ones, you felt shocks travel through your nerves. You breathed heavily near his ear as he ran his tongue along your neck and unhooked your bra, the condoms falling onto his lap. He kept your button-up on you and pushed your bra up to reveal your breasts, which was so much more erotic than you were expecting. He hand one hand on your breast and the other on your ass, pulling up on your panties. His teeth nibbled on your nipple gently. You almost came upon feeling the sensation.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed his dick inside you. You wanted to cum. You undid his belt buckle and moved his underwear slightly, his cock springing out, firm and ready to go. Jongho moaned, your breast still in his mouth, as you ran your fingernail lightly on the tip of his penis. His lips let go of your breasts with a pop. He grabbed one of the condoms, ripped open the packet with his teeth, and rolled it on. His hand was no longer massaging your breast as he guided your hips closer to his cock.

“Y/N, sit up for me for a second,” he said quietly.

You did just that. He pulled your panties to the side and positioned himself right at your entrance. He left it up to you to sit down at your own pace. You let his cock slip inside you slowly, not realizing that Jongho was thick. Incredibly thick. You let out a sweet moan as you sat down all the way. He filled you up perfectly, like his cock was made just for you. Your arms trembled as you held onto his shoulders and started bouncing up and down on his lap.

“Good job, baby. Keep going,” Jongho encouraged you as you began to pick up the pace.

You let out little moans of pleasure with every bounce, Jongho’s breathing becoming more ragged with every passing second. His hands traced the curve of your waist before gripping your waist tightly. He pulled you towards him slightly, shifting the position of your hips as you sat down. His cock rubbed against your G-spot repeatedly, and with a loud cry, you came. You pulled yourself off his dick entirely and finished off of him before positioning him and sitting down once again. You quickened your pace, and right as Jongho’s breathing hitched, you felt his dick tremble inside you while he groaned and clenched your waist tighter.

Surprisingly enough, you had enough strength in your legs to stand up, allowing Jongho to remove the filled condom; and although he came seconds prior, his cock was still erect and stiff. He rolled on another condom quickly and grabbed your arm to bring you back to him. He turned you so that your back was facing him. His dick pressed against your back as he stripped you down completely, the rest of your clothes sitting in a pile on the ground. You yelped in surprise as you felt his arms go under your thigh and lift it up, allowing him to have better access to your cunt. He positioned his dick once again then lowered your thigh so that you were once again sitting on his lap with him filling you up.

Jongho left kisses on your back as you began to move. He had one hand on your breast and the other wrapped around your waist, guiding you slightly as you moved. You whimpered when his fingers tugged on your nipple, your teeth digging into your lower lip. Jongho turned your face and kissed you roughly before saying, “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”

He slammed his hips upwards, making you cry out, your face looking towards the ceiling as you let him pleasure you completely. The cherry on top for you was when Jongho leaned forward slightly and snaked his arm around your thigh, his fingers rubbing your clit as you continued to move up and down on his lap. You felt your legs nearly give the more he rubbed your clit and pinched your nipple. Your moans got louder and louder as you felt another orgasm come about, and you came right as Jongho bit your shoulder— he was cumming too.

The two of you were breathing hard as you took a second to rest on his very comfortable thighs. Jongho kissed the side of your neck several times before asking, “How did you like my thighs?”

“They were just as I imagined them to be,” you responded with a light smile. “Fucking comfortable.”

You moved off his dick, but you still sat on his lap, your legs hanging off his thighs. He kissed you on the lips several more times, and you felt him smile against your lips briefly before he leaned back and gazed at you while saying, “Just so you know, you can sit on my thighs whenever you want. Just say the word, and I’m there.”

Another kiss. You leaned forward, your ass pressing against his thigh a little more. “What about now?”

“Of course.”

Porn star. You were a porn star at this point. You were sleeping with so many different men in the name of a job. Who did you think you were— Mia Khalifa? You had Seeun compile all their records for you, and you had yet to sit and actually read them. Instead, you were finding their qualifications out another way, and for why? To satisfy your lust? Desire?

You hit your head against your steering wheel lightly as you sat in your car in the parking garage of your firm’s building. You had to go to work, but you were dreading it. At least you got to work early enough so that you could avoid any sort of conversation. That, and you still had so many records to go through. If you didn’t get to work early, then you would definitely have to stay late, and that sounded like a recipe for disaster.

You thought you were going to be the first person to get into the work place that day, but you were wrong. Sitting at his desk in his tiny office typing away was Mingi. He was concentrating on his computer hardcore and didn’t seem to notice you. Before you went into your own office, you fully walked into his office, greeted him, and then stood behind him, Mingi still unaware that you were in the office with him.

“What’re you working on?” You asked Mingi, your voice hushed.

Mingi jumped in his seat and turned around to see you standing over his shoulder. He bowed his head and quickly muttered, “Good morning.”

“Which case is this?”

“Insider trading,” Mingi stated simply, only to realize that what he said was way out of context. “I meant the insider trading case with the former CEO of—”

“Mingi, relax. I know,” you giggled at how flustered he was.

“Right… Yeah.”

“Well, don’t mind me. Keep working.”

Mingi turned back to his computer, the tips of his ears slowly turning red. He bent his head down slightly so he could get engrossed in his computer once more, trying to ignore the fact that you were leaning over his shoulder to get a look at what he was typing up. He was typing, but he was typing slowly, like pressing one letter at a time with one finger slowly. You leaned in closer, confused as to why Mingi was all of a sudden not working as hard as he was just moments prior. His hair brushed past your chest as he ended up leaning towards and inhaling slowly.

“You good, Mingi?” You asked him as you leaned away.

“Yep!” Mingi said quickly.

He leaned towards his computer again and began typing again, but you noticed him shifting slightly and uncomfortably in his seat. You remained standing straight, but you looked down with your eyes to see a very hard, very large outline of a penis in his pants. You pursed your lips to suppress a giggle— the poor thing was just trying to work, so you felt bad for wanting to laugh at his predicament.

“Mingi, do you usually have a hard time paying attention?” You asked him, just trying to confirm that his inability to work properly in that moment was because of you.

“Not really… I just can’t focus right now…”

Mingi, once again, shifted in his seat. He was desperately trying to hide his boner at that point. Putting a hand on his shoulder, you said to him, “Come with me. We can take care of this before everyone gets here.”

You took a couple of steps away from Mingi’s desk and turned to make sure he was following. His cheeks were red as he stood up, and he was trying to act subtly, but you could tell he was definitely struggling. You turned back around knowing that Mingi would follow as long as you didn’t stare at him.

You opened the door for Mingi to shuffle into your office and continued to keep your eyes off him out of respect as you told him, “Sit at my desk. Get your work done from here.”

After you heard Mingi plop down into your office chair, you finally looked at him. He nodded at you, his face significantly less flushed. As he logged in, he held up the paper diploma on your desk and asked, “What is this?”

“Oh, that’s a piece of crap. You can give that to me.”

You walked over to him and plucked the diploma out of his fingers. At first, you wanted to rip it up, but then you decided to roll it up and stick it in your purse. You wanted to burn that motherfucker to ashes.

Mingi let out a deep breath and resumed his intense typing. You pulled out your laptop from your bag and pulled up the email Seeun sent with all the records. You began to read through the records when you noticed something in Mingi’s record.

“Hey, Mingi?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“Do you get bothered easily?”

“Uh…”

Mingi’s hesitation made you look up from your computer. He had an awkward blush on his face— not the same kind of blush from earlier, but he was definitely embarrassed.

“When I first started practicing law, the things the other attorneys or judges said to me used to bother me a lot, and sometimes I would react… I wouldn’t like flip out or break shit, but I did talk back to the judge a lot… It kind of landed me in hot water a couple times,” Mingi explained.

“Oh…”

You closed your laptop and set it aside. You couldn’t help but stare at Mingi, who was trying his best to focus on the screen in front of him but was clearly getting flustered with every passing second.

“You know, if you want to be managing partner, then you have to keep your resolve,” you told Mingi. “You can’t let anything bother you, otherwise you’ll definitely break after two weeks.”

“I mean, I’m definitely better than I was before— Woah,” Mingi started to advocate for himself until he saw that you were standing right next to him again.

“What? What’s wrong?” You were intentionally playing dumb at that point.

Mingi cleared his throat, but his voice still kind of squeaked as he said, “Nothing!" Ahem, nothing,” his voice returning to normal after he cleared his throat the second time.

“You sure?”

You leaned on your desk, your butt near Mingi’s hand. You watched his crotch get tight again as he kept his eyes on the computer. You bit your lower lip to contain your amusement because as funny as the situation was to you, you also felt bad for Mingi. With a sigh, you grabbed Mingi’s chin and tilted his head to look at you. His face went bright red as you kept your fingers on his face.

“Do you want to be managing partner?”

Mingi, unable to verbalize anything, nodded enthusiastically.

“Then you need to develop a thicker skin. Here’s what we’ll do.”

You scooted your office chair over so that you were in front of your desktop computer. You quickly typed and pulled up some documents. You pointed at your screen and said, “Jongho and I went to serve subpoenas yesterday to these three men. I want you to do the paralegal work and get information on all three and type up a report. You have to do all of this within one hour without getting bothered by external stimuli.”

“What external stimuli?”

The voice in the back of your head was screaming at you to not do what you were about to do, but the devil on your left shoulder was egging you on. Listening to the devil, you kneeled in front of Mingi and placed your hands on his thighs, spreading his legs open. Mingi started hiccuping, completely unprepared for what was about to come his way.

“Y/N, I— Hic— Uh— Hic— What?!”

“Resist. Focus on the task at hand. From the first word you type, I’ll start timing you. If you can’t get it done, then forget about making managing partner, I’ll send you to work with the paralegals.”

“That’s so— Hic— Drastic!” Mingi complained.

“Then do the work, otherwise face the penalty.”

Mingi pursed his lips. He nodded and hiccuped again. You adjusted yourself so that Mingi could sit comfortably at the desk and type without having to worry about carpal tunnel while you, on the other hand, fit yourself all the way in the area that Mingi’s legs were supposed to go. You checked the time on your watch, and the second you heart him type profusely, you got to work. You unbuckled Mingi’s pants and unzipped them, the bulge immediately popping through. You didn’t realize you’d be working with such a large piece of equipment until you tugged the waistband of his underwear down. Compared to Yunho’s and San’s, Mingi’s cock surpassed them both in size. No wonder Mingi was so uncomfortable sitting with his boner.

You heard Mingi take in a small breath as you observed his penis. Your nails traced along the length before lightly scratching the tip. You had an hour, so you decided to take your sweet time while Mingi was under crunch time. You placed a tiny kiss on the tip of his penis, earning a tiny grunt from Mingi. Despite all the little noises he was making, he was still typing at a quick rate. He was really doing his job.

Taking Mingi into your mouth turned out to be a Herculean task. At first, you could only really fit the tip into your mouth, so you just sucked the tip at first. Mingi’s legs trembled when you swirled your tongue around, and when you moved away from him to breathe, his body jerked slightly.

Mingi yelped in shock when the phone on your desk rang. You looked at the time on your watch— the people of the firm should have been there by now, and Mingi still had another fifty minutes.

“Answer it,” you told Mingi, slightly distracted by his cock. “And put it on speaker.”

Mingi did just that. At first he didn’t know what to say, so he answered the phone with, “Y/N’s office, this is Mingi speaking.”

“Oh, Attorney Song? Why are you in Y/N’s office?” Seeun’s voice came through loud and clear.

“Tell him about the case,” you whispered to Mingi before running your tongue along his length.

“I’m helping Y/N write up a report.”

“Shouldn’t a paralegal be working on that?”

“Yes, but I was the first person in the office today, so Y/N grabbed me and told me to start working on it. It’s pretty important, apparently.”

You smirked, impressed by Mingi’s ability to lie and bullshit his way through this conversation he was having with her secretary. To reward him, you took as much of him into your mouth as you could, Mingi moaning, only to immediately cover that up with a cough and a yawn of sorts.

Seeun didn’t seem to notice anything, the poor, oblivious child. “Where is Y/N, then?”

Mingi looked at you with concern. You decided to speak up.

“Hi, Seeun,” you greeted the receptionist while stroking Mingi’s dick lightly, Mingi shivering and tapping his feet.

“Hi, ma’am,” Seeun greeted back. “Attorney Kang would like to speak with you at some point today.”

“Alright. Tell him I’ll stop by his office at some point today.”

You kissed the tip of Mingi’s penis, the boy’s hiccups returning.

“Okay, I’ll tell him. Bye ma’am, bye Attorney Song.”

“Hic— Bye.”

Mingi hung up and immediately let out a shuddering sigh. You heard him mutter a singular profanity under his breath before the sounds of his typing started up again. Mingi held his breath after that for two reasons: one, to end his hiccups; and two, to keep from moaning when took even more of him into your mouth, the gagging noise from the back of your throat making his knees tremble. As you continued to suck, you also stroked his dick, Mingi’s typing not letting up in the slightest.

Based off of the amount of tiny noises he was making, you were surprised that Mingi was lasting so long. You kind of expected him to cum by that point, but he was holding out. You figured it was because he was so fixated on the work you assigned him. So, you decided to take things up a notch.

“Mmm, Mingi,” you moaned while continuing to suck him off.

Mingi let out a muffled groan, but his fingers were still typing away. You checked the time— he had another forty minutes. Slightly annoyed by the fact that he had yet to come, you put in a little extra effort. You started sucking faster, Mingi’s dick going in and out of your mouth quickly. He sharply inhaled when you continuously gagged on his incredible size, and he finally came when you swirled your tongue around the tip once again and stroked quickly. He came into your mouth, and that was the first time within that hour that he got distracted. He looked down to see you swallow his cum then wipe the corner of your mouth.

“Y/N… That was fucking hot…” Mingi couldn’t help but comment.

“How far along are you in the report?” You asked him.

“I have one person left.”

“Wow, you’re pretty much almost done.”

“That’s right,” Mingi responded with a serious tone, his eyes darkening as he gazed at you.

You felt a shiver run down your spine in that moment. You checked your watch. Thirty-five minutes.

Mingi took five more minutes to finish the whole report, which gave you five minutes to stroke and suck his dick to get him to cum one more time. He succeeded in his task, but you failed, and by the looks of things, it seemed like Mingi wanted to punish you.

“We have thirty minutes left, right?” Mingi asked you as he stood up and helped you up from under the desk.

“Yes…?” You answered carefully.

Mingi, unbuttoning his shirt, hummed and nodded. He walked you around your desk and sat you on your desk (just like you had with Seonghwa), and he moved the monitor so that you could clearly see it while he stood in front of you. He took off his shirt and tossed it aside before firmly grabbing your thighs, his thumbs pressing into your inner thigh.

“Look over the report. You have thirty minutes,” Mingi said with a smirk.

He reached around you and unzipped your dress quickly before pulling it off you and tossing it to where his shirt lay. He made quick work of your bra and panties as you struggled to read the first line of the goddamn report. He rubbed his cock against your clit lightly, allowing you to get through the first paragraph or so of the report. You scrolled down on the mouse to the second page as Mingi pulled a condom out of his wallet and rolled it on— he, like San, needed special fucking condoms for his huge wiener. You barely got to the second page when Mingi pulled you forward and shoved his way through your wet— you had no idea when Mingi turned you on, but he definitely did— pussy. 

You wanted to scream and cry Mingi’s name so bad, but before you could even get a single noise out, Mingi stuck his finger in your mouth and whispered, “Y/N, you have to read the report. You only have twenty-five minutes left, and you have another dozen pages left to go.”

You whimpered as you sucked Mingi’s fingers. With his free hand, he held your waist and pulled you towards him as much as he could while he thrust into you repeatedly. You knew that if you didn’t read this report, then Mingi would give you hell for it, but all you could really think about doing in that moment was flinging your head back and crying his name.

Mingi’s fingers in your mouth was like some sort of fucked up pacifier— you found that with this weird oral fixation, you were able to get through seventy-five percent of the report fairly quickly. Then, the phone rang again. Your eyes widened as you stared at Mingi, who expected you to take the call. He took his fingers out of your mouth, allowing you to speak into the receiver.

“Seeun? Now’s not really a good time—” you cut yourself off and gasped as Mingi slammed his waist into yours.

“He wants to meet today? That’s not going to be possible...”

You had to move the receiver away from your mouth as Mingi kissed you passionately, his wet kisses sure to get through to Seeun on the other line. At least, you thought Seeun would hear it, but the kid was still incredibly (and thankfully) oblivious. You pushed Mingi away right before you had to respond to Seeun.

“Schedule him for a meeting next week… Um, don’t tell him about the managing partner situation since I won’t have a choice until tomorrow… Okay, bye.”

You slammed the receiver down, grabbed Mingi by the collar, and pulled him in close. “What if Seeun fucking heard?!” You hissed.

“That was me earlier when you made me pick up the call. Call it even exchange. You have fifteen minutes left.”

You wrapped your hands behind Mingi’s neck and pulled him closer to you, his chest pressed against yours. You kept him close in your embrace as you finished reading the rest of the report. On the very last paragraph, though, Mingi sped up quickly, and without even being able to warn him, you came, a high-pitched whine leaving your lips. Your face turned bright red when the sound came out, but Mingi didn’t say a damn thing— he was fixated on cumming as well.

As soon as you finished the last paragraph, Mingi came, his hips slamming into yours once more time before his cock shuddered inside you. You didn’t realize how much Mingi had wrecked you until he pulled out. Your hips were on fire. You wondered how you were going to last the rest of the work day with your lower body feeling so sore.

“Look at that, three minutes to spare,” Mingi showed you his watch. “Good job.”

Mingi handed you your dress as he got dressed himself. You struggled to put your clothes back on again. Mingi, on the other hand, was pretty much ready to take on the rest of the day, his face completely rejuvenated. He only started to head towards the office door once you were completely dressed.

“Oh, how was the report?” He asked you.

“Good,” you croaked out. “It’s solid. Thank you.”

“Thank you for this training session,” Mingi shot back with a wink. “I hope that you saw my true abilities today.”

“Yes, and then some… Have a good rest of your day, Mingi.”

Mingi bowed his head then quickly left, the door closing behind him. You sighed and nearly put your head on your desk, only to realize that you had to clean it. You could still see some traces of cum. You rubbed your head and sighed as you pressed the buzzer for Seeun.

“Ma’am?”

“Painkillers now. Please.”

You wanted to get a little more work done before visiting Yeosang in his office. You finally finished reading up on all the records before one in the afternoon, making you feel accomplished— although, you knew if you had just sat down and read everything the second Seeun sent you the records, you would’ve been done two days ago. Regardless, you finished, and you were almost ready to make your decision. Key word: almost. You had to pay Yeosang a visit first.

Knowing the temperament of the junior partner, you didn’t think he was going to be like the other seven— God, you were up to seven different fucks in four days— men, but, just in case, you stashed a condom in your bra. You were also hoping that by bringing the condom, you wouldn’t have to use it; it’s like when you bring an umbrella anywhere: if you have it, it doesn’t rain, and if you don’t have it, it rains like there’s no tomorrow. Hence, the condom.

You knocked on the door to Yeosang’s office lightly, hearing a faint, “Come in!” come from the other side of the door.

“Y/N, good! I was worried you had forgotten,” Yeosang greeted upon seeing you.

“I’d be a bad boss if I did. Anyway, why’d you call me here?”

“I just wanted to chat,” Yeosang answered as he got up from his desk chair. He gestured to the chairs in front of his desk for his clients and said, “Come, have a seat.”

Yeosang turned one of the chairs so that it faced the other, you doing the same before taking a seat. You crossed your legs and leaned back, Yeosang mirroring your actions. You felt like he was trying to size you up. You observed his facial expressions as the two of you were silent for a moment. He was smiling like he usually did, but there seemed to be a hidden agenda behind that facade.

“Have you figured out who you’re going to promote yet?” Yeosang got straight to the point.

“Not yet.”

“Are you going to decide tomorrow?”

“No, I have to decide before I leave the office today so I can prepare the documents for whoever tomorrow,” you explained.

“So why haven’t you decided yet?”

“Yeosang, I just finished reading the records before I came to see you. I haven’t sat alone with myself or my thoughts yet,” you said with a heavy sigh.

“Okay, that makes sense,” Yeosang nodded and uncrossed his legs.

It was only when he leaned forward and rested his arms on his thighs that you realized what Yeosang was up to. You did your best to maintain your resolve as Yeosang’s eyes sharpened. His interrogation was already nerve-wracking, but the look of determination on his face terrified you even more. You didn’t even realize that Yeosang was capable of such an intense look— no wonder he was a great lawyer.

“I have a couple more questions for you,” Yeosang laced his fingers together and leaned towards you just a little more.

“Why are you interrogating me?” You asked, trying to establish your dominance against his.

“I’m not interrogating. I’m cross-examining.”

“Then, where’s the other attorney?”

“You, Y/N. You’re representing yourself. Now, for my questions.”

Yeosang stood up and took one step towards you. You had to look up diagonally at him to make eye contact with him. You swallowed nervously in anticipation of his next question.

“What are the factors you observe upon evaluating each one of us?”

“Previous cases, work ethic, relationships and compatibility with the paralegals, other lawyers, judges—”

“And with you?” Yeosang interrupted.

You felt your heart skip a beat when he said that. Quickly, to kill whatever suspicions he had, you said, “Objection.”

“On what grounds, Y/N?”

“Hearsay.”

“Fine. Sustained. Where were you yesterday?” Yeosang continued.

“I was with Jongho going to the offices of three pigs and delivering subpoenas to them,” you answered truthfully.

“And what time did the two of you return to the building?”

“A couple minutes before Happy Hour.”

“So you were in the building a couple minutes before Happy Hour. Did you go back to your office?”

“For a second, yes.”

“Why a second?”

“To check if the broken glass in my office was cleaned up.”

Yeosang’s eyes widened. He broke out of his lawyer persona for a split second as he said, “Remind me to circle back to that because what?”

“Are you done with your cross-examination, Attorney Kang?”

“No. Why didn’t you stay in your office for longer? The work day was not done.”

“Jongho and I decided to play hooky and go to the bar for Happy Hour. The pigs I had to deal with were so disgusting that I couldn’t focus on anything when we got back.”

You were starting to get nervous. Yeosang was definitely going back to his earlier assumption with his questions, but you couldn’t object and say leading because he wasn’t.

“You went to the bar with Jongho. After?”

“He dropped me off at home.”

“Did he go in?”

“I don’t have to answer that,” you put your foot down.

“Did he go in?” Yeosang repeated as he took another step towards you.

“I plead the fifth,” you responded weakly.

“Did he go in?” Yeosang was right before you, his crotch near your face. You looked away immediately and didn’t maintain any sort of eye contact with him as you finally answered. “Yes.”

“Where did he go?”

“Into my home?”

“Where did he go?”

“Um… Asked and answered.”

“Y/N, look at me,” Yeosang said as he leaned down, his hands resting on the arms of the chairs as he brought his face dangerously close to yours. You held your breath as he asked one more time, “Where did he go?”

You remained silent. Yeosang cupped your face as his thumb ran over your lower lip lightly. “Was he in here?”

“Did he go here?” He ran a hand along the curve of your hips.

“How about here?” He held onto your thigh and uncrossed your legs before tracing a line down your inner thigh.

You couldn’t help but gasp when you felt his fingers brush against your crotch  before resting his hand back on the arm rest. Your silence after that only meant one thing: Yeosang had succeed— he pretty much confirmed that you and Jongho did have sex, and he got you all hot and bothered.

“So, you and senior partner Attorney Choi… And do I have it right that similar events occurred with Attorneys Kim, Park, Jeong, Choi, Song, and Jung?” Yeosang really wanted to cross all the Ts and dot all the Is.

“Yes.”

“Therefore, if a similar event happened between us, then you would have no choice but to let it happen?” 

“Are you blackmailing me?”

“No, I’m just trying to match the qualifications of my competitors,” Yeosang said with a smirk.

Seeing your sweet, kind, and lovely junior partner turn into this flirty, smooth, and overtly sexy prosecutor pretty much made your brain go blank. You were silent for another heartbeat or two before croaking out, “Who are you and what have you done to Kang Yeosang?”

Yeosang, in response, laughed innocently, but he licked his lips subtly before biting his lower lip, making your brain explode at that point. Despite all the touching he had done earlier, Yeosang had yet to put his hands on your body again. “So would you be okay if I showcased my skills on you right now?” He asked quietly.

“I suppose that’s only fair,” you nodded, encouraging him because at that point, you needed to do something about the fire in your loins.

“Alright. Can you stand up for me?” Yeosang asked, and you did so. “Now take three steps backwards.”

You took three careful steps backwards and realized that Yeosang nearly had you pinned against a wall. He was standing in front of you, three steps ahead of you. His arms were crossed over his chest. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes before saying, “Can you turn around?”

Hesitantly, you turned around so that you were facing the wall. You didn’t know how long you were waiting for after you turned around— Yeosang didn’t make a single move for a solid minute; then, you felt his fingers brush up your arm and rest on your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine. You heard him sigh softly as he pressed his hand on the small of your back, your back arching slightly, pushing your breasts up against the wall. An erotic whine from you rang out in his office when he exhaled lightly on the back of your neck. As Yeosang continued to tease you, you realized that he had yet to even kiss you. You were starting to get a little impatient.

“Yeosang, please— Eep!” You turned your head to try and make eye contact with him, but you were startled when you felt his tongue run up the edge of your ear.

“Sorry, did that startle you?” Yeosang’s lips were still near your ear, his deep voice making your legs wobble.

“I— Uh— Um—“ Not a single coherent thought revolved in your head.

“My bad,” Yeosang said, although you seriously doubted whether or not that statement was genuine. “What were you going to say?”

“Hurry,” you whined as he grunted in your ear as his hips pressed against yours. You heard him stifle a chuckle as you pushed your ass towards him.

“Y/N, we can’t just jump into things so fast. We have to fully prepare before we start anything,” Yeosang explained. “But since you seem so desperate…”

He slowly unzipped your dress and pushed the sleeves down, his lips leaving soft kisses on your bare shoulders. Your back arched even more when he trailed his tongue along your spine up to your neck, your head pressing against his when brushed his nose along your shoulder and exhaled deeply. You didn’t even realize that Yeosang had pushed your dress all the way off you by that point— his lips were just too sensual.

You didn’t realize that Yeosang knew you stashed a condom in your bra until he pushed his hand into your bra and took it out. He opened the packet and rolled the condom on quickly before pressing his body against yours. It was only when you felt his hot skin against yours that you realized he was naked the whole time. You moaned loudly when his arms wrapped around you, his hand diving into your bra again and clutching your breast; and you let out a cry when he ran his hand over your panties and pressed his fingers firmly into the fabric, the rubbing of your panties against your labia making your pussy get wetter by the second.

Yeosang continued to knead and massage you while his tongue violated the sanctity of your ear and neck. His hips pressed against yours so hard that your entire body ended up getting pressed into the wall. You were about to ask Yeosang to speed things up a bit again, but he seemed to have read your mind. From behind, he pulled your panties up and to the side, his dick slipping in between your legs and rubbing against your clit. He held onto the waistband of your pants tightly before gliding his cock inside you. You moaned blissfully as he moved at a relatively slow pace, your body pressing against the wall even more when every thrust. When he unhooked your bra and pulled it off you, your hard nipples grazed the wall lightly, the stimulation from the cold wall on your sensitive nipples bringing you to an orgasm faster than you expected. Your hands pressed as hard as they could into the wall as you came, Yeosang’s dick still inside you refusing to let up.

“Yeosang… More…” you whined after releasing your cum; you still weren’t satisfied.

“Yes, Y/N,” Yeosang responded.

He pulled out of you, flipped you around, and pressed you up against the wall once again. He slipped you out of your panties, brought your leg up, re-entered you, and finally, pressed his lips against yours. Just like his usual demeanor, Yeosang’s kisses were sweet and lovely. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, but the way he did it wasn’t the same way anyone else had— it felt like his tongue was meant to be twirling with yours, allowing you to breathe and enjoy his kiss. The sweet and lovely part to Yeosang disappeared quickly when he thrusted into you hard. His hand gripped your thigh and pushed it a little higher, his other hand supporting your neck as he continued to kiss you passionately. He managed to find a position that rubbed against your G-spot perfectly several times in succession that you came quickly. You broke off the kiss with him to let out a sweet, loud moan your pussy quivering as you came for what felt like an eternity.

When Yeosang pulled out, you shuddered again, a little more cum escaping your body. You were about ready to sink to the ground when Yeosang wrapped his arms around you and held you upright, his tongue running up your neck before he whispered in that ridiculously low voice of his, “Did you like that?”

You could only nod in response. “Then there’s more of that where it came from,” he said with an even lower drawl, making your limbs tingle with excitement.

When Yeosang lifted you, you yelped in shock. You knew that he worked out and that he was strong, but you didn’t anticipate for him to actually use his muscles like that. He sat you down on his desk, pushed off a bunch of shit from his table to  the ground dramatically like people did in the movies, then pulled your hand towards the table.

“All fours,” he growled in your ear.

You felt yourself get turned on all over again by the way he ordered you. You obeyed him and held yourself up with shaky arms as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your pussy a couple more times before slowly entering you, a groan emitting from his soul.

You remained as quiet as you possibly could be— you desperately wanted to hear him moan and groan. Yeosang slammed his pelvis into you repeatedly, making your body lurch forward every so slightly with each thrust. Unintentionally, you ended up clenching when Yeosang grabbed your ass with one hand and your waist with the other.

“Fuck,” hearing a profanity leave Yeosang’s mouth was so much hotter than you ever anticipated. “Did you just get tighter?”

“Mmm,” you moaned as you nodded. You getting tighter not only pleasured him, but it also made you feel incredibly good and sexy.

“Y/N, lay on your back for me,” Yeosang hissed through gritted teeth.

Yeosang pulled out, allowing you to lay on your back. He barely gave you time to situate yourself before slamming his hips into yours, fucking you rough and hard. He had one hand on your breast and massaged it firmly before licking and sucking on your nipple. Your back arched more and more every time he bit your nipple lightly and tugged upwards. Panting, you reached for Yeosang’s shoulders and held on tightly— you wanted to cum again so badly, and you were almost there.

“Kiss me, Yeosang,” you cried, your voice breaking every other syllable.

With a throaty chuckle, Yeosang nodded and pressed his lips against yours again. You sucked on his lower lip hard as his pace slowed down. You both broke off the intense kiss to groan and moan loudly as you both came together. You felt the inside of your pussy get even hotter when Yeosang released his pent up load, the condom completely filling up. Your pants synchronized, and after a moment or two, Yeosang pulled out entirely and took a step away from you. He removed the condom and threw it out while you sat up on his desk to situate yourself.

“Yeosang?”

“Yeah?” Yeosang responded as he got dressed.

“You’re incredibly sexy.”

You watched Yeosang’s face get bright red. He turned his head away from you as he muttered, “Thank you…”

He grabbed your clothes and brought them to you, his hand resting on his desk as he stood by you. Before wearing your clothes, you cupped his face and brought his lips to yours— you were definitely addicted to his lips by that point, which reminded you of the fact that he took so long to kiss you.

“Why did you tease me for so long, though?” You complained.

“I was holding back for as long as I could… I wanted to last a while.”

“Why?”

“We only had the one condom.”

You paused and blinked at him in shock. Look at the junior partner being resourceful. You couldn’t help but giggle at his response before kissing him again. He hand his hands on your waist, and you were slowly getting turned on again with every passing kiss. Suddenly, Yeosang pushed you away and took a step back.

“We can’t do this again.”

“What?” You were kind of hurt when he said that.

“We don’t have any more condoms, and you still have to make a decision on the next managing partner,” Yeosang brought up very valid points.

Eyes wide, you nodded in agreement. You hopped off his desk (and nearly fell to the ground) before quickly redressing yourself. You fixed your hair and smoothed out your dress. Right before you could exit Yeosang’s office, he said loudly, “Wait!”

He grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. He kissed you intensely, making you hold onto his shoulders for dear life. When the kiss ended your face flushed, and it only got hotter when you saw Yeosang run his tongue over his lower lip then smirk.

“Alright, you can go now,” he said to you as he waved good bye.

Still shocked, you left Yeosang’s office in a daze, the last kiss he left you with being the only thing on your mind.

Friday. The dreaded day finally arrived.

You did make a decision the night before, but it was difficult. You desperately wanted to consult with someone, and you did, but Seeun could only do so much to help since he was merely a secretary. Asking a paralegal was out of the question because it was going to break one of two ways— they would either tell you to pick Seonghwa, or confuse you even more.

Thinking about the paralegals, you did think about just making Seonghwa partner. But you thought about the other seven men and how much they did for you. Yeosang was impressive in flipping the switch and changing his demeanor. Mingi was fast and thorough. Jongho was charismatic and authoritative. San was cunning and convincing. Wooyoung was bold and brash. Hongjoong was calm and reliable. Yunho was prepared and sly. You just had too many good lawyers in your firm.

A thought crossed your mind: fuck it, just make all eight of them managing parters. But the thought of having nine names on the wall and business cards made your skin crawl. No, two names were enough— yours, and someone else’s.

When you got home that night, you did two things. You made yourself a drink, and you went to your balcony with your former partner’s college degree. You lit the edge of the paper and watched it go up in flames. The ashes got swept up in the wind, and you made your decision. You went back into your place, finished up the rest of the paperwork, and sent it to Seeun. You did not, however, get a good night’s rest. You were so on edge about announcing your decision that you couldn’t sleep. You used a lot of concealer that morning to cover up the bags under your eyes and walk into your firm with your head held high.

“Gentlemen,” you started once the eight men sat at the table and looked at you expectantly. “I’ve made my decision. Seeun, if you will.”

Seeun, who had accompanied you to this meeting to give you a tiny boost of morale, stood up with the papers you sent him the previous night. He walked to the man and placed the papers in front of him.

“Congratulations. You just made partner.”

Mingi leaned forward in the passenger seat, eyes catching on the neon signs tagging the building’s exterior in shifting graffiti. “Damn,” he muttered, lips curling. “This place is actually kinda sick.” Yunho didn’t answer, just pulled into a spot a little too perfect to be legal. The truck’s engine purred low before cutting off, leaving only the thump of bass and the distant sound of someone screaming with laughter in the dark.

Mingi slouched back, grinning like sin itself, and reached into the pocket of his cargos. “Wanna roll?” Yunho turned his head, expression blank. “What are you doing?” Mingi casually held up a bag of tiny pills between his fingers, the soft glow of the streetlamp catching on the pressed letters. “Molly,” he said. “You want some?”

Yunho stared at him for a long second. Then another. “No,” he said finally, voice low, like he was already exasperated. “Someone has to drive us back home.” Mingi popped one anyway. “You’re gonna stay sober? In there?” Yunho just smirked, slow and dangerous. “I never said I was gonna be sober.” Mingi blinked, then narrowed his eyes. “Wait… did you already….”

Yunho leaned forward, opened the glove box, and pulled out a half finished pack of edibles. He popped one piece between his teeth, the other slipping casually to Mingi. “I took an edible an hour ago.” Mingi made a low sound of betrayal. “You bitch… you pre gamed?” Yunho was already out of the truck, slamming the door shut behind him. The music hit harder once they stepped outside, vibrating through their shoes. Smoke, heat, the sharp sting of ocean salt and gasoline, Florida in the summer had never tasted so wild.

Mingi jogged to catch up. “You’re such a bad influence.”

“Good,” Yunho said, heading toward the line of glowing bodies outside the warehouse. “So are you.” They passed the graffiti covered gates with barely a glance from the bouncer, just a nod at Yunho’s face and a low spoken “you good” as the two of them stepped inside. Heat slammed into them like a wall. Not just from the packed crowd, but from the bodies grinding, the lights slicing through artificial fog, and the music, loud enough to rewire their bones. Every surface pulsed. The air reeked of sweat, perfume, weed, and something else sweeter. The floor trembled beneath their boots like the building was alive.

Mingi exhaled, pupils already beginning to dilate. He tipped his head back, tongue between his teeth as the bass dropped, then leaned in closer to Yunho’s ear, practically shouting over the music. “I’m going for it tonight.” Yunho glanced at him, brows furrowed. “What?”

“Her.” Mingi’s eyes scanned the crowd like a predator loosed into the wild. “You know… Y/N. Don’t act like you haven’t been losing your shit ever since she moved in with Wooyoung.” Yunho’s jaw tightened, just a flicker, but Mingi caught it. “That obvious, huh?” Yunho muttered and Mingi grinned like he’d already won. “Dude. She’s hot as fuck, funny, always half naked when we bump into her in the hall…”

“You don’t bump into her,” Yunho cut in. “You linger outside your door with no shirt on until she walks past from taking the trash out like clockwork.”

“And you don’t look at her?” Mingi shot back, raising a brow. “Please. You think I haven’t seen the way you check her out when she’s walking ahead of us to Wooyoung’s place?” Yunho didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. Because yeah, you had been driving him crazy. Ever since that first night Wooyoung introduced you with that smug “she’s off limits unless you’re ready to die trying” smile. Ever since he’d seen you curled up on Wooyoung’s couch in a Tomb Raider shirt and boy shorts, sipping from a can of spiked soda like you weren’t the hottest thing either of them had ever seen.

“First one to make her kiss him wins,” Mingi said suddenly, holding out a hand. Yunho just stared at it, unimpressed. “Are we twelve?”

“No,” Mingi grinned, wiggling his fingers. “We’re bored. Come on, unless you’re scared.” Yunho took a slow breath. Then clasped Mingi’s hand, his smile all teeth, because Yunho was competitive after all. “You’re gonna lose.”

Bodies moved around them in a blur, painted arms thrown in the air, smeared glitter catching the blacklight, eyes blown wide with lust and heat and whatever they’d taken. Mingi moved first, weaving through the crowd with Yunho close behind, both of them scanning faces, hair, silhouettes. But the second Mingi saw you, everything else stopped. “Fuck,” he muttered.

Yunho, high enough now that the lights were starting to ripple, turned his head. “What?”

“There,” Mingi said, voice low, like the moment deserved reverence. “Black leather. Red cup in one hand, Wooyoung’s shirt in the other.” Yunho followed his line of sight. And saw you. Lit by violet strobe and shadows, you stood half turned from the crowd, your body arched slightly as you leaned into Wooyoung’s side, laughing at something he said. You were wearing what could barely be called a top, all straps and skin and black that clung to your chest, wrapping around you like sin. Your shorts laced tight at the hips, barely long enough to hide anything. And your jacket? Hanging loose over your shoulders like you hadn’t bothered to put it on all the way, too busy dancing, glowing, existing.

Yunho’s jaw tensed, his tongue running along his molars as you turned, eyes catching theirs across the strobe lit haze. Your smile curled slow and Mingi’s hand twitched at his side. “Game on,” Mingi said, already moving. They moved like they belonged there. Mingi weaving through the crowd with that loose swagger, like the lights themselves parted for him. Yunho trailing just behind, cool, unreadable, the calm before a storm. Both tall, sharp edged, draped in shadows and neon glow. People turned as they passed. Some stared. Some stepped aside. But neither of them looked at anyone else. Only you.

You were laughing now, leaning into Wooyoung, fingers brushing the collar of his half unbuttoned shirt as Wooyoung glanced past you. Saw them. And grinned. “Told you they’d show up,” he shouted over the music, voice smug as hell, eyes locking with Mingi’s. “Didn’t I say they couldn’t stay away?” You turned, still smiling, but the second your gaze hit Yunho again, it stuttered.

That look in his eyes, low, steady, heavy. Like he’d already decided something. And Mingi? He gave you a look like he wanted to taste the heat off your skin and let it burn his tongue. All teeth and promise, like he hadn’t forgotten a single time he’d run into you in the hall. Not when your shorts rode up. Not when your hair was still wet from the shower. Definitely not when you caught him staring and just winked. “Y/N,” Wooyoung said, practically purring in your ear, “look who finally decided to stop playing hard to get.”

They stopped directly in front of you. Close enough that Yunho could feel the warmth rolling off your skin. Close enough that Mingi caught the faint citrus sweet scent of your perfume under the smoke and sweat. The bass thudded between you, slow and relentless, vibrating straight through bone as Wooyoung looked between the three of you, eyes bright, already feral with anticipation. “So,” he said, clapping a hand on Mingi’s shoulder, “what treats did my favorite dealers bring?”

Mingi laughed, easy and loose, already digging into his pocket. “You don’t waste time, huh?”

“Why would I?” Wooyoung shot back. “I know you.”

Mingi tipped two pills into his palm, holding them up like candy under the strobe. Wooyoung made a delighted noise, snatching one immediately. “Oh, thank God,” he said, already popping it. “San’s gonna lose his mind when he gets here.”

Yunho barely reacted, eyes still on you. The edible had settled in fully now, everything just a touch softer around the edges, lights bleeding together, sound stretching. But you stayed sharp. Clear. Distracting in a way that made his jaw tighten as Mingi turned his attention back to you, grin slow, deliberate. “You want?” he asked casually, like he wasn’t already watching your mouth.

You lifted a brow. “Depends.”

Mingi stepped closer. Too close. He tipped the pill from his palm to his fingertips, holding it between his thumb and forefinger. His voice dipped, just for you. “Depends on what?” Yunho’s breath hitched before he could stop it. The world seemed to narrow to that single, stupidly intimate gesture. The way Mingi’s fingers hovered near your lips. The way Yunho’s gaze flicked down without permission, heat blooming low in his stomach.

Wooyoung noticed. Of course he did and his grin turned wicked. “Ohhh,” he said, dragging the sound out. “This is gonna be a night.”

The pill hovered just inches from your mouth. You didn’t break eye contact. Didn’t answer. Just opened your mouth slowly, lips parting with deliberate ease, tongue slipping out in silent invitation, wet and waiting. Mingi’s grin faltered for half a second. Just a flicker. Like maybe he wasn’t expecting you to say yes without words. Like maybe he thought you’d giggle or tease or make him work for it. But no, you just stared at him, eyes glittering beneath the UV haze, daring him to close the space.

And so he did. Fingers steady, he brought the pill forward and placed it on your tongue, soft, precise, slow enough to feel every heartbeat between you as Yunho watched the whole thing like it was a crime scene. His jaw clenched. His hands slipped into his pockets, not for style, but control. Because watching you let Mingi feed you something he could’ve done… watching your tongue curl and pull it in without a sound? It was obscene.

You closed your mouth with a smirk, lips glossed and dangerous, and leaned back like you hadn’t just made them both lose composure for a second too long as Wooyoung whistled low beside you, laughing. “I told you,” he shouted over the music, spinning slightly like he couldn’t handle the secondhand heat. “Told you. She plays harder than either of you.”

Mingi exhaled through his nose, eyes still on your mouth. “You’re evil.” Yunho didn’t speak. He just licked his lips, slow. And thought about how long he was willing to wait for his turn.

The second the pill was gone, your tongue flicking back behind your lips, you just smiled. Mingi was still looking at your mouth like he’d just watched a miracle. Yunho hadn’t moved an inch, except for the way his jaw was locked tight, like he was biting down a thought he shouldn’t say out loud. And that’s when you hit them with it. “I’m honestly surprised you two left the apartment,” you said, tilting your head, voice lazy and sweet. “Didn’t think you left that couch unless someone was banging on your door or cash apping you.”

Mingi blinked. Yunho raised one brow, lips twitching despite himself as Wooyoung nearly howled. “Yes!” he shouted, pointing at you like you’d just dunked on them both in a single move. “That’s my girl!” Mingi laughed, one sharp breath, stepping in just enough that your knees almost brushed. “So you’ve been thinking about us on that couch, huh?” You gave him a look, equal parts innocent and filthy. “Maybe.”

Yunho finally spoke, voice low, calm like deep water. “Didn’t think you noticed us.”

“I notice everything,” you said, meeting his stare head on. “Especially the way you watch me like you’re trying not to.” That one landed and Mingi let out a quiet, “Shit,” under his breath, delighted. Yunho didn’t blink. Didn’t smirk. Just said, “I wasn’t trying.”

Wooyoung just stood there, sipping his drink with the world’s most satisfied expression. “Okay,” he said, glancing between the three of you. “Well, I feel like the fourth wheel now, so I’m gonna go find somewhere else to be until San gets here.” He patted your hip, leaned close to your ear. “Destroy them,” he whispered, then disappeared into the crowd like he knew exactly what he’d just left behind.

You licked your lips, whether from the taste of the pill or just for show, neither of them could tell, and looked between the two of them, slow, deliberate. “I’m thirsty,” you said. It wasn’t a whine. It wasn’t a request. It was a command dressed up like a casual thought. Mingi blinked as Yunho raised one brow.

And then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, Yunho held out a closed fist and Mingi grinned, instantly mirroring him. “Rock, paper, scissors?” Yunho asked, like they hadn’t done this same thing over stupid shit a hundred times before. “Let’s go.”

“One, two, three…. shoot!”

Yunho’s rock smashed Mingi’s scissors and Mingi dropped his hand like he’d just lost a championship. “Bullshit.”

“You lost,” Yunho said simply, that ghost of a smirk tugging at his mouth as you watched, amused, as Mingi groaned like he’d just been asked to run a marathon instead of hit the bar. “Fine,” he said, rolling his eyes at you playfully. “What do you want, princess?”

“Surprise me,” you replied, cocking your head. “Something good. And cold.”

Mingi gave you a lazy salute. “On it. If I get trampled on the way to the bar, avenge me.” He disappeared into the crowd, swallowed up by bodies and strobes, leaving you alone with Yunho who rolled his shoulders back, eyelids heavy, half lowered, his stare molten beneath the blacklight. You could tell he must be high. He wasn’t stiff anymore. That always wound up tension in his shoulders had melted, replaced by a kind of lazy ease, like he was made of heat and smoke now. Like if you touched him, your fingers might sink right in.

“You look good tonight.”

Simple. But something about the way he said it, flat tone, that deep voice running over the words like honey over ice, made it feel like a confession. Not a compliment. Your brows lifted, but he wasn’t finished. “I mean,” he went on, licking his lips, “you always look good. Even when you’re yelling at Wooyoung in the hallway in your pajamas with your hair up and no bra on.”

Your lips parted. “What?”

Yunho just looked at you. Dead serious. “What? You think we don’t hear you two through the door?”

You blinked. “You…”

“You stomp your feet when you’re mad,” he added, tilting his head, voice thoughtful now, like he was recalling a favorite memory. “That one night when he ate your leftovers? You said you were gonna pour hot sauce in his shampoo.”

You stared and he smiled. High Yunho was a menace. “And still,” he said, stepping just a little closer, voice low enough that you had to lean in to hear it, “you looked so good. That tiny tank top, those shorts, all attitude. I almost walked over just to see if you’d yell at me like that too after watching you shove Wooyoung inside.”

Your breath caught. He was close now. The kind of close that made it impossible to think about anything else. His eyes were darker, lazier. His voice a shade rougher. His mouth curled just a little, like he was enjoying how much he was messing with you. “You like being mean and bratty?” he asked quietly. “Or just to people who can’t handle it?”

You let out a breathless laugh before you could stop it, more air than sound, caught somewhere between, are you serious? and, please keep going.

Yunho’s mouth twitched at the corners like he heard every unspoken word in that exhale as you tilted your head slightly, eyes narrowing, your voice playful but razor edged. “So…” you said, eyes dragging down his chest before sliding back up to meet his gaze again, “which one of you came here planning on making a move tonight?”

Yunho didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. Didn’t even pretend to deflect. He just took one, slow step closer, enough that your knees nearly brushed again. His voice dropped an octave if that were even possible, drenched in honey and smoke. “I didn’t plan anything,” he said. “But then you opened your mouth and let Mingi feed you like that…” His eyes dipped to your lips. “and now all I can think about is getting my turn.”

Your breath hitched again, but he wasn’t done. High Yunho didn’t have a filter, and apparently, he wasn’t about to start now. He leaned in just enough that you felt the heat of his breath against your ear. “You ask which one of us came here planning to make a move?” he murmured, his voice a low drag of sin, “I think the real question is…” His nose brushed lightly against your jaw, barely there, barely real. “how many moves are you gonna let us make?”

You didn’t even get the chance to answer. Because Mingi slid back into the space beside you with three plastic cups struggling in his hands and that smug, lazy grin like he knew Yunho had been running his mouth in his absence. “Miss me?” he asked, holding your drink out. You took it without hesitation, fingers brushing his as your eyes flicked between both of them, Yunho high and hungry, Mingi glowing from the Molly and the heat. Both of them stared at you like they were ready to make a bad decision if you even hinted.

But you didn’t say anything. Not right away. Because something over Mingi’s shoulder caught your attention. Movement. Shirtless movement. Wooyoung and San had claimed a corner of the rave like it belonged to them, bare torsos lit up under the black light, bodies slick with sweat and paint. San’s hands were on Wooyoung’s chest, dragging glowing streaks over muscle and skin, while Wooyoung tilted his head back and laughed, messy and loud and gorgeous. They looked feral. They looked free. And you wanted in.

Your lips curved into a slow smirk as you took a sip from your cup, sweet, cold, laced with something that bit the back of your throat just enough to spark. Then, without a word, you started moving. Through the crowd. Toward them. Like you belonged as Yunho and Mingi shared a glance. One second. No words. Then they both threw back their drinks, downing them in one go. And followed. Because wherever you were going, they weren’t about to let you go alone.

The crowd thinned just enough for them to see you clearly again, stepping into the chaos where San and Wooyoung were still painting each other like living art installations. The air back here was thick with heat, sweat, and something sweeter, desire, maybe. Or danger. Same thing, really.

Yunho’s buzz was deep now, softening everything around the edges but sharpening you. The way the strobe lit up your skin. The way the blacklight made your eyes glow. He wasn’t even sure if the bass was still playing or if that pounding in his chest had taken over. Mingi’s jaw flexed as you reached San and Wooyoung, the blacklight making his bleached hair glow.

You slipped your arms back, fingers tugging your jacket from your shoulders. Slow. Controlled. Letting it fall and slide down your arms until it dropped to the floor like it meant nothing. The second it hit, every head turned, the cut of your top clinging to your chest, the sliver of your waist exposed. Your breathing had changed. Shallower. Faster. You were feeling it now.

And then you looked at them. Dead on. No hesitation. “So…” you said, voice dipped in challenge, honey sweet and devastating, “which one of you is gonna paint my body?” Yunho froze. Mingi swallowed. Wooyoung made an unholy noise like he was witnessing something sacred as San just muttered, “Jesus,” and passed you the paintbrush he was using, the handle already slick from sweat and color.

Mingi recovered first, stepping forward, slow and grinning, voice thick. “You trust me with that?” You smirked. “Did I say I trusted you?” Behind him, Yunho’s hands flexed at his sides. His voice, when it came, was low and quiet, but it carried. “She asked which one of us,” he said, eyes locked on yours. “I say we both do it.”

The second Yunho said it, they moved. No hesitation. No coordination. Just instinct. Yunho and Mingi flanked you like you were the axis they spun around, blacklight paint already in hand, pupils blown wide, breathing in sync with the bass as Wooyoung, ever the chaos conductor, whistled low. “I’ll give you three some privacy,” he shouted, grabbing San’s wrist.

San barely managed a smirk, eyes lingering for one last second before Wooyoung dragged him into the sea of bodies, leaving you under the hot eyes and hotter hands of the two men who’d been holding back all night. The air kissed your skin, humid and electric. And then Mingi’s brush touched your shoulder. Soft at first. A teasing stroke, sweeping neon pink across the curve of your arm, dragging down to your bicep, then the inside of your elbow where your skin was most sensitive. He used his fingers just as much as the brush, smudging lines in hypnotic patterns that made you shiver. He didn’t rush. Didn’t speak. Just watched the way you reacted to each stroke, the way your lips parted.

Yunho knelt. Just dropped. The moment his knees hit the ground, you felt it in your spine. He dipped low, brush gliding along your thigh, cool against overheated skin. Neon purple bloomed in swirls just under the hem of your shorts, the handle of the brush pressing lightly into your leg as he dragged it downward. Then again, slower. Then his hand smoothed up behind the paint, warm palm, grounding touch, his thumb slipping dangerously close to the crease where your thigh met your hip.

You could feel him breathing. Hear the music bend around your body as the Molly hit hard. Colors exploded in your vision, the floor seemed to tilt slightly, and suddenly their hands weren’t just touching you, they were everywhere. Mapping you. Marking you. Mingi whispered something, too low to catch. You glanced at him. His pupils were blown wide, lips parted, a smear of pink paint across his knuckles. “You’re glowing,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “You feel that?”

Yunho pressed closer against your leg, painting along the outside of your calf now, head tipped to look up at you, eyes dark under the light. “I want to paint all of you,” he said softly. “Everywhere.” His fingers trailed the last stripe of neon up your calf, the brush moving slow like he didn’t want the moment to end. His gaze stayed locked on your thigh, his breath warm against your skin, and then your hand found his jaw. He looked up just in time to see your smirk. “Up.”

Just one word. But it was all it took. Yunho rose like he was pulled by a string, tall and towering again in front of you. Your eyes never left his, even as your fingers found the hem of his shirt. “Take it off.” You didn’t ask but Yunho obeyed. The fabric lifted slow over his torso, revealing hard lines, lean muscle, the faint glint of sweat already forming at his collarbone. Under the blacklight, every inch of him lit up in pieces, like a statue waking under your touch.

And then you snatched the brush from his hand. He didn’t stop you. Didn’t blink. Just let his hands fall to his sides, head tilted slightly, eyes dragging down your body like he couldn’t believe you were real as you dipped the brush in the paint still slick on your palm, purple, and pressed the tip to his chest. A long, slow streak down the middle, right over his sternum. Then another, across his shoulder. A swirl down the outside of his ribcage. You moved closer, bodies nearly flush now, paintbrush dancing like you were claiming him.

Mingi watched, breath caught somewhere between a laugh and a groan. He didn’t interrupt. Just let it happen, eyes dark, jaw tight, watching your fingers, watching Yunho take it. And Yunho, high, flushed, lips slightly parted, breathed out slow. “You’re dangerous,” he muttered making you smile, dragging the brush up his throat, stopping just beneath his jaw. “So are you,” you whispered, “but I’m better at it.”

You took one last slow stroke up Yunho’s neck, leaving a streak of glowing purple beneath his jaw, then stepped back to admire your work, paint glistening on his chest, his breathing shallow, his eyes glued to your face like he couldn’t look away if he tried. Then you turned. Head tilting. A single brow raised.

Mingi caught the look and grinned like he’d been waiting for it all night. “Say less,” he muttered, and yanked his shirt over his head in one smooth pull. The blacklight lit him up immediately, broad chest, golden skin already glistening with heat and Molly sweat, a line of silver chain hanging loose around his neck. His jeans sat low on his hips, and the way he stood, relaxed and ready? It made your mouth dry.

You didn’t waste time. You stepped forward and pressed the brush to his chest, dragging a thick stripe of hot pink from his collarbone down to the center of his abs. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. Just watched you, eyes hungry, jaw tense. Then your voice came, slow, a little breathy, like the paint was dragging truth out of you along with color. “Tell me…” The brush slid across his ribs. “how long…” You dipped again, switched colors. A smear of purple across his shoulder. “have the two of you…” A soft drag of the brush across the curve of his bicep. “been thinking about me?”

Neither of them answered. So you kept going. You turned, stepped between them, Yunho to your right, Mingi to your left, both shirtless, glowing, painted like they’d been claimed by your hands. “Which one of you…” you asked, painting a slow swirl over Mingi’s chest, then looking to Yunho, “am I going back to the apartment with later?” Your eyes flicked between them again, lips curling into something darker. Something dangerous. “Or are you the sharing type?”

Yunho’s jaw clenched so hard it ticked as Mingi let out a low laugh, sharp, wrecked, wrecking. And then Yunho stepped forward. Chest to your back and Mingi stepped closer, right in front of you. You were sandwiched now, heat, hands, breath. Trapped by two beautiful, high, paint covered problems. Yunho leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. “We don’t share most things,” he murmured. “But we’ve talked about you.” Mingi’s hand found your hip. “A lot,” he added. “And the way we see it?” His other hand came up, paint still wet on his fingers, dragging across your waist. “If you can handle both of us…. why should you have to choose?”

The moment hung there, thick with breath, bass, and sweat. Their hands were on you. Their paint was on you. Their heat coiled around your spine like smoke. But you didn’t stay. You slipped between them, smooth and untouchable, brushing Yunho’s hip as you passed, dragging your fingers along Mingi’s stomach like a promise. And then you disappeared into the crowd. Into the glow. Into the pulse. Bodies moved around you, painted and shirtless and slick. You started to move with them, head tipped back, lips parted, arms rising as the lights split the dark. The Molly hit now, not all the way just yet but enough the throb of bass vibrated inside your ribcage. Every brush of skin on skin sent your nerves sparking like static. You didn’t just dance. You surrendered.

And they watched. Mingi stood there, eyes wide, chest rising and falling too fast, the paint on his skin glowing like warpaint. Yunho hadn’t moved at all. Still high. Still rooted. Still staring like you were pulling the breath from his lungs just by existing. Then, finally, he spoke, low, sure, teeth clenched around something he’d been holding back since the second he saw you. “If we do this…”

Mingi’s eyes flicked to him, sharp and Yunho didn’t look away. “we’re keeping her.” Mingi’s mouth twitched. Then he nodded, already stepping forward. And together, they walked into the dark and glowing paint after you.

The music was drowning everything, conversations, thoughts, names. You could barely feel the floor beneath your feet. The Molly was peaking now, turning the lights into ribbons, your body into smoke, and every brush of skin into something holy. You didn’t notice them at first. Not until Yunho slipped in front of you, silent as a shadow, paint still streaked across his chest, his eyes locked onto yours like you were the only thing left in the world that mattered. He didn’t touch you. Not yet. Just looked.

And then Mingi was behind you. You felt him first, heat at your back, the low rumble of a breath against your neck, and then his hands, big and warm, sliding around your waist like he’d done it a hundred times in his head already. Your body reacted instantly, hips twitching, chest rising, that high washing over you in crashing waves as their hands found you at the same time.

Yunho’s fingers skimmed your arms, sliding down to your hands, lacing through your fingers before pushing them gently to your sides, like he wanted you open. Exposed. Mingi’s hands were firmer now, one on your stomach, holding you against him, the other drifting lower, dragging across the paint on your thigh, smearing it warm between your skin and his palm.

You let out a soft, involuntary sound as Yunho leaned in, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “You feel it?” You could only nod. Because you did. Everything. Their breath. Their skin. The heat rising like a tide you had no hope of escaping. Mingi’s mouth brushed the back of your neck, slow and dizzying. “You’re so high right now,” he murmured. Because so were they.

And then Yunho’s hands were on your hips, tilting you between them, rocking your body into Mingi’s slowly as the beat crashed around you like no one else was watching. Like the dance floor had become theirs. Yours. All of it. All of you. Mingi’s lips found your neck like he was starved for it. No hesitation, just heat. Soft at first, then deeper, open mouthed, tongue dragging slow against your pulse. The paint smeared between his mouth and your skin was warm and sweet, and the Molly hitting him full force made every breath of yours feel like it was his.

You gasped, half from surprise, half from how right it felt, and reached back without thinking. Your hand slid into his hair, messy and sweat damp, nails grazing his scalp as he groaned into your neck. “Fuck,” he muttered against your skin. “I need to taste you.”

Yunho pressed in closer from the front, eyes locked on yours, one hand sliding up your side like he needed to ground you both. His fingers dragged along your ribs, slipping just under the band of your top, and your head tipped back between them, utterly lost in the moment. Which is exactly when Wooyoung saw you. Across the dance floor, barely lit by the glow of spinning lights, he stopped mid step, one arm around San, the other holding a drink he immediately forgot he was holding.

“Holy shit,” he said, nearly choking on a laugh. “That’s gotta be, like… the hottest thing I have ever seen.” San, already a little flushed, followed his gaze and froze. His mouth fell open. He blinked. Once. Twice. Then leaned over and stage-whispered, “Wait… are they seriously….. here? Now?”

“Babe,” Wooyoung said, eyes not leaving the scene, “I don’t think they even remember we exist right now.”

Back on the dance floor, your hand was still tangled in Mingi’s hair, your other gripping Yunho’s bicep as his lips brushed your cheekbone, the heat from both their bodies making you feel like you were floating. You could feel Yunho’s next breath against your lips. And Mingi’s next moan into your neck as he was grinding into you now.

His hips rolled slow, perfectly in sync with the beat, with the rhythm of your breath, with the way your ass pressed flush against him. Every movement made you feel how hard he was, how far gone he’d let himself get. His lips were still at your neck, dragging lower now, teeth grazing your shoulder, breath ragged like he could barely hold it together. “Goddamn,” he murmured into your skin. “You’re driving me fucking insane.”

Your hand tightened in his hair. And then you turned. Yunho was right in front of you, looking like he was ready to devour you. His pupils were blown, lips parted, chest rising fast beneath the streaks of paint you’d left on him. He hadn’t touched you in the last few seconds, too busy watching, watching the way you melted under Mingi, watching your body arch, watching the way you looked at him.

So you made the next move. You reached forward, grabbed the front of his jeans with one hand, pulled him in like it was nothing and kissed him. Hard. Hot. Like you’d been waiting to. Yunho froze for half a second, like his brain glitched. Then he kissed you back so deep and hungry it made your knees weak. His hand cradled the side of your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek as his mouth slanted over yours again, tongue sliding slow and possessive like he wanted to learn every damn inch of you right there on the dance floor.

Behind you, Mingi froze. You felt it. He pulled back just enough to blink, and then groaned, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “Not fair,” he mumbled, full pout in his voice. “I called dibs.” You broke the kiss just long enough to laugh breathlessly, still holding onto Yunho, your chest rising against his.

Yunho smirked, eyes flicking down to your lips again. “She pulled me in,” he said, voice low, wrecked as Mingi tugged your hips back harder, grinding into you again with intent. “Mingi wants a kiss,” he muttered, all sulk and heat in your ear, his voice low enough to melt your spine.

“Oh?” you said, loud enough for Yunho to hear, sweet as sin. “Hmm. Mingi wants a kiss?” Both of them froze when they heard your tone. That teasing, syrup thick dangerous tone. Then your fingers tugged hard. Your hand still tangled in Mingi’s hair gave a sharp pull, tilting his head up behind you as he gasped softly. And your other hand slid back up Yunho’s chest, curled around the back of his neck, and pulled him forward too.

Their faces met just over your shoulder. So close they could feel each other’s breath. And then you pushed them together. Mingi’s eyes widened as Yunho’s lips parted. And they kissed. At first? Just a spark. Then collision. Mingi groaned into it, hand still gripping your waist. Yunho tilted his head slightly, mouth moving slow and deep over Mingi’s like he’d been waiting for it. The blacklight caught the wetness of their lips, the smudged paint along their jaws, the raw, starving hunger that passed between them like a live wire.

You were sandwiched in between it all. Their bodies, their heat, their mouths. And you had never felt more powerful. When they finally broke the kiss, breathing hard, paint smeared between them, Yunho rested his forehead against yours as Mingi was still gripping your hip like he might fall if he let go. “That’s better,” you whispered, voice wrecked.

The crowd around you was nothing, just silhouettes and smoke, shadows moving to the bass. But here? This was the epicenter. You. Yunho. Mingi. All three of you locked together, dancing, lips swollen, hands everywhere. It wasn’t graceful anymore, it was messy, beautiful, hungry. You kissed Yunho again, fingers in his hair, his hand gripping your waist like he needed to anchor himself to something real. Then your mouth was on Mingi’s, hotter, sloppier, tongues tangled as he dragged your hips into his with no shame, no patience.

Then, Yunho and Mingi again. Another kiss. Another jolt. Longer this time. No push from you. No smirk. Just them, moving, like instinct had taken over. Mingi’s hand on Yunho’s jaw, Yunho’s thumb pressing into Mingi’s hipbone like he didn’t realize he was doing it. And in the middle of it, you were still swaying, chest rising and falling, eyes fluttering closed as their heat bled into you. Until you broke away, grinning, panting. “I need to find Wooyoung,” you said suddenly, breath catching. “I gotta pee and I’m not going alone.”

Both men blinked, dazed, like you’d just pulled them out of a trance. You kissed Mingi once more, quick, sticky with sweat and paint. Then Yunho, slower, just enough tongue to promise you’d be back. Then you disappeared into the crowd again, vanishing into the strobe and fog and bodies.

Yunho and Mingi were left standing there. Still shirtless. Still glowing. Still tasting each other on their lips. Still very much not okay as Mingi cleared his throat after a long beat. “You’re not that bad of a kisser,” he said, voice light but strained, like he was trying to make it a joke and not think about it too hard.

Yunho didn’t look at him. Just stared into the middle distance like he was still buffering. “Shut the fuck up, Mingi.”

Mingi huffed a breath, nervous laugh catching in his throat. Because in all the years they’d been best friends, through everything they’d done, sold, wrecked, and survived, they had never done that before. And it wasn’t going away.

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You found Wooyoung near the back wall, mid dance with San, glitter streaked across his cheeks and a drink still clutched in one hand. He was laughing, of course he was, until your fingers curled around his wrist.

“Hey!”

“Bathroom. Now.”

Wooyoung blinked at the urgency in your voice but didn’t fight it. He never did when you got that tone. You dragged him past the grinding bodies, past the painted walls and flickering lights, until you shoved open the heavy black door with the hand lettered, COMMUNAL RELIEF ZONE [ Don’t Fuck in Here Please ], sign barely clinging to the frame.

Inside, the restroom looked like the aftermath of a music video, graffiti on every surface, stalls that barely latched, a mirror cracked across the middle, and the faint smell of body spray, beer, and weed lingering thick in the air. The only light came from a busted fluorescent overhead, flickering like it was trying to keep a beat. You stopped in front of the mirror, catching your reflection, sweaty, glowing, flushed, streaked in neon paint, lips swollen from kissing both of them.

Wooyoung leaned against the cracked sink, looking at you like he was already halfway through a reality show in his head. “So,” he said, sipping his drink. “Everything okay? Or, like, the opposite?” You turned to him, eyes wide, voice just above a whisper. “This is insane, right?” you asked. “Like… actually insane?”

Wooyoung blinked. “Babe. It’s you. Of course it’s insane.”

You laughed, breathless, wiping a bit of glowing paint from your neck. “I’m really doing this,” you muttered, almost to yourself. “With both of them.”

Wooyoung’s eyes lit up. “Uh, yeah you are. And can I just say? Finally! The three of you have been teetering on the edge since you moved in with me.”

Your mouth fell open. “We have not!”

“Oh come on,” he groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. “You’ve been orbiting each other for months. You walk past their door like it owes you something. Yunho stares at you like he wants to die about it. Mingi flirts with you like he’s being paid in orgasms.”

You stared at him, silent as Wooyoung sipped his drink again. “So yeah. You’re really doing this. And honestly? You’re glowing. Literally and spiritually. Now piss before I kick the door down and tell them you changed your mind.”

Wooyoung waited as you relieved yourself and came out of the stall a little more grounded, but just barely. Your reflection still looked wild. Cheeks flushed, pupils huge, glowing paint across your chest, your stomach, your thighs. You still had Yunho’s kiss on your lips. Mingi’s breath still burned at your neck. Your body was humming. Buzzing.

Wooyoung watched you from the sink like a cat on a windowsill, bored and amused and deeply invested as you washed your hands. You turned to him, brushing hair from your face, breath evening out. “Hey…”

He raised a brow.

“You’ve had threesomes before…” you said carefully, watching his face. “With San…”

Wooyoung didn’t even flinch. “Yes,” he said, like you’d asked him if he’d tried iced matcha. “Obviously.”

You blinked. “Okay. But…. San’s your boyfriend.”

“Correct again.”

“And you two have an… understanding.”

Wooyoung leaned back against the sink, arms folded, cocking his head. “Also true.”

“But Yunho and Mingi…” you trailed off.

Wooyoung’s smile dropped, just slightly, into something softer. “They’re best friends,” he said. “Very best. They’d die for each other. And yeah… they both want you.”

You swallowed.

“And I know you want both of them,” he added gently.

You looked down at your paint covered hands. “What do I do?”

Wooyoung grinned. Bright. Wicked. Proud. “It’s 2026, babe,” he said, stepping forward and fixing the twisted strap of your top like it was sacred. “Go claim your two boyfriends.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“Both of them,” he repeated. “Preferably before Mingi comes in his pants and Yunho implodes from emotional repression.”

You burst out laughing, smacking his arm and he grabbed your hand. “Let’s go. You’ve got two men waiting outside who would sell their souls for one more taste of you. Don’t keep them waiting.”

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Yunho and Mingi stood just off the dance floor, paint still glowing on their bare chests, skin hot from the rush of movement, kisses, and whatever the hell just happened between the three of you. The crowd pulsed around them, bodies grinding, music crashing, lights strobing but neither of them moved.

They just stood there, staring at the bathroom hallway like you might reappear any second and light them on fire again as San appeared beside them like a ghost, shirtless, glowing under the blacklight, a streak of bright orange paint across his collarbone courtesy of Wooyoung.

“Hey,” he greeted casually, sipping from a cup. “You two look like you just saw God.”

Mingi blinked like he was re entering his body. “Maybe we did.”

San’s eyes flicked between them, lingering on the faint smear of color on Yunho’s lips. Then the bruised bite mark on Mingi’s neck. Then the paint handprint on Yunho’s hip and his smirk grew. “So…” San began, slow and smug, “do we need to start calling you boyfriend number one and boyfriend number two, or should we wait until she puts collars on you?”

Yunho let out a low groan and ran a hand through his hair. Mingi didn’t even pretend to hide how far gone he was.

San raised a brow. “Wait. That was your first you two kissed?”

Yunho’s jaw ticked as Mingi turned his head slowly, expression unreadable. “Yes.”

San blinked. “Shit.”

Yunho muttered, “Shut the fuck up.”

San raised his cup in surrender. “Hey, I’m not judging. I just didn’t expect you two to go zero to threesome on a Tuesday night.”

Mingi finally laughed, low and breathy and still buzzing. “What can I say? She brings it out of us.” Yunho exhaled hard, lips twitching. “Yeah,” he murmured, finally looking toward the hallway again. “She does.”

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The second you stepped out of the hallway, the energy shifted. Yunho saw you first, painted, glowing, eyes glassy but sharp. Your lips were still parted from laughter, your hand tucked into Wooyoung’s like you were keeping each other from floating away. Mingi spotted you a second later, his spine straightening, lips twitching like he was trying not to grin.

You looked like trouble. And you looked like theirs. Wooyoung clocked them instantly as the two of you got back, and leaned in to whisper something in San’s ear. San’s brows shot up. His grin was slow. Dirty. Satisfied. Then he pulled back, eyes dancing, and said loud enough for all three of you to hear, “Well? You three ready to get out of here? Or you gonna spread the desire in the atmosphere a little more first?”

Yunho groaned softly under his breath and Mingi choked on a laugh. San raised a brow, mouth twitching. “Because I’m pretty sure two more people just started making out because they looked at you.”

You stopped in front of them, paint smeared, pupils wide, grinning like a devil in heat. And said nothing. Just looked between Yunho and Mingi like you were deciding. Mingi stepped closer first, sliding his fingers into yours. Yunho followed without hesitation, hand brushing your hip.

Wooyoung, behind you, just clapped his hands once. “God, I love being right.”

Mingi grabbed his shirt from where it had been stuffed into a corner of the speaker booth, tugging it on halfway as he reached down to grab Yunho’s and your jacket too. He handed it to you without a word, his fingers brushing yours as you took it. You caught the look he gave you, eyes dark, slow smile tugging at his lips.

Yunho pulled his shirt back on, jaw still tense but hands steady. San, now glowing and grinning like the devil, had thrown his shirt over his shoulder, while Wooyoung tossed on an oversized flannel that was very much not his. Outside, the Florida air was thick with heat and salt, still buzzing from the rave that throbbed behind you.

“Guess you’re with them now, huh?” Wooyoung said, nudging you with his elbow as the five of you stepped into the muggy night. You gave him a lazy smile. “Guess I am.”

He grinned, then turned to San. “You driving? Because I am in no shape to do anything but be annoying.” San rolled his eyes, unlocking his car. “Get in, glitter boy.” The two of them peeled off toward the direction back to the apartment building, still laughing.

You turned to Mingi, who was standing at the passenger door of Yunho’s truck. You put a hand on his chest and gave him a little smirk as you tugged open the passenger side and climbed in first, sliding smoothly into the middle seat between them. Mingi blinked, then let out a slow, low whistle and followed you in, shutting the door behind him.

Yunho was already behind the wheel, keys in the ignition, glancing at you sideways. He didn’t say a word. But his hand found your thigh. And it stayed there.

The truck rumbled softly as it followed behind San’s car, taillights glowing red in the distance. The streets were nearly empty, just humid Florida air and the occasional flash of neon from a 24 hour diner or corner store cutting through the dark.

Yunho’s fingers rested on your thigh like he owned it, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you. The warmth of his palm bled through the paint streaked fabric of your shorts, and he hadn’t even moved it. Not once. But that pressure? That silent claim? It was driving you insane.

Your chest rose and fell with every breath, the Molly still hitting hard, making your skin feel too tight, your blood too loud. Your fingers twitched against your thighs, lips parted, brain hazy with heat and need. You shifted slightly, just enough for Mingi to notice. He turned to look at you, eyes low, mouth parted in a lazy, wrecked grin. He was leaned back, legs spread, one arm draped across the back of the seat behind you. Sweat still glistened at his temple, and the neon lights flashing through the windshield cast his face in soft flickers of pink and violet.

You met his eyes. Held it. And that was it. Mingi groaned quietly, head tipping back for a second like he was trying to collect himself. Then he reached out, slowly, and placed his hand on your other thigh. Not soft like Yunho’s. Possessive. “You’re killing me,” he muttered, his voice all smoke and wreckage.

You swallowed hard, hand twitching against your leg. And then, you moved it. Your hand slid to his wrist, fingers curling, guiding him upward. Higher. Higher. The moment his fingers brushed over the damp heat pressed inside your shorts, he sucked in a breath through his teeth, hips jolting just a little where he sat. “Oh fuck,” he whispered, eyes wide now, gaze locked on where your hand was pressing his into you. “She’s already wet?”

Yunho didn’t look. But his fingers tightened on your other thigh. Hard. Your head fell back against the seat, breath catching, thighs tensing under both their hands as Mingi’s fingers rubbed slow now, teasing through the soaked fabric, his voice a low rumble in your ear. “You gonna let us take care of this the second we get home?”

Yunho finally spoke, his voice tight, low, rough. “She’s not gonna make it home if you keep that up.”

Mingi grinned, biting his bottom lip, hand sliding under the hem of your shorts now, fingers teasing through the damp fabric of your panties, knuckles brushing just barely where you needed him. His breathing was uneven, chest rising like he’d been holding it back for too long because his dose of Molly was hitting him just as hard as your own.

You whimpered, quiet, broken, and that sound snapped something in him. Without a word, Mingi reached across your lap. And grabbed Yunho’s wrist. Yunho’s gaze cut over instantly, eyes sharp, wild, but Mingi didn’t flinch. He guided Yunho’s hand across your thigh, under the fabric, right there, pressing his best friend’s fingers against the soaked center of your panties like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Feel that,” Mingi breathed, eyes on Yunho’s. “That’s because of us.”

Yunho groaned, low and guttural, hand twitching slightly beneath Mingi’s grip. His fingers flexed on instinct, pressing in just a little harder, and your hips jerked in response, breath catching in your throat as Mingi looked at you. His pupils were blown wide, lips parted, jaw slack with how gone he was in the high.

And then you reached for him. Your hand tangled in his shirt, dragging him forward and your lips crashed into his like you were starved for it. The kiss was messy, open mouthed, all tongue and teeth and need. His hand never left your body, not even when you moaned into his mouth, not even when your other hand clutched Yunho’s thigh like you needed to hang onto something solid.

The truck swerved slightly as Yunho let out another rough, broken sound, a sound that felt like jealousy and desperation wrapped together in one strangled breath. His fingers flexed harder against you, now knowing exactly how wet you were. Exactly how soft. Exactly how ready.

Mingi broke the kiss first, panting against your mouth. “She’s gonna break us,” he muttered. Yunho’s voice was strained as he pulled his hand back. “You started it.”

You just smiled, flushed and glowing, paint still smudged across your thighs, lips kiss swollen, still trembling from where both their hands were as the truck rolled through the last turn toward your apartment building, headlights sweeping across the empty lot, but inside the cab, the world had already collapsed into touch.

You were a mess of heat and sweat between them, hips twitching, breath shallow, nerves crackling under skin that felt too much and not enough all at once. Mingi leaned in, lips dragging against your throat. Hot. Wet. Wrecked. He kissed just below your ear, then lower, teeth grazing your neck like he wanted to bite. “God,” he whispered against your skin, “you feel so fucking good.”

And then he reached over again. Found Yunho’s hand again. And held it against you. Right between your legs. Right where you needed them most. Yunho’s breath hitched in his throat. His fingers twitched, then slowly, carefully curled, pressing more firmly into your soaked panties. Your hips jerked.

“Mingi…” Yunho started, voice low and panicked. But Mingi didn’t stop. He just smirked against your throat. “She wants it.” You moaned, softly, head tipping back against the seat. Then you started to move. Your hips rolled forward in slow, delicious rhythm, grinding against Yunho’s hand while Mingi’s stayed wrapped around his wrist, holding him there. His touch was clumsy at first, hesitant, but that melted the second you whimpered and rocked your hips again.

He groaned, sharp and rough. “Fuck…. she’s so wet.”

Mingi hummed in agreement, his mouth still working at your neck, sucking a mark just below your jaw as his free hand slid up your waist, fingers splayed across your ribs. “Keep touching her,” he whispered into your ear, breath hot. “Don’t stop. Let her show you how bad she wants it.”

And you did. Your eyes fluttered shut, your thighs trembling as you moved against Yunho’s hand, panting, high out of your mind, so close to unraveling with one boy’s mouth on your throat and the other’s fingers rubbing you through fabric soaked from both of their teasing as the truck finally rolled to a stop.

The truck eased into the parking spot with a soft growl of the engine. But you barely noticed as Yunho shifted into park with one hand, the other still trapped between your thighs, your slick soaking through the fabric. His knuckles flexed, his breath ragged. The second the truck stopped moving, he turned toward you, eyes half lidded, pupils gone from the high, and lowered his head.

Mingi was still at your neck on one side so Yunho took the other. His lips pressed just below your jaw, soft at first. Then deeper. Slower. More deliberate. His mouth dragged over your pulse, teeth scraping just barely as his fingers finally moved again, slipping under the edge of your shorts this time, fingertips teasing along the edge of your soaked panties.

You gasped, body jerking forward, and Mingi grinned against your throat. “You’re gonna ruin these seats,” he murmured, his hand slipping under the hem of your top now, dragging up along to your breast. “She’s dripping.”

“She’s shaking,” Yunho muttered, his lips still against your skin. And then it got worse, or better. Because Mingi’s hand slid down between your legs too, right alongside Yunho’s, his fingers dipping lower, teasing the edge of your panties from below. Your thighs trembled, your hips instinctively grinding down, caught between both of their hands now. Two sets of fingers. Two hot mouths on your neck.

Your hands flew out, one gripping Yunho’s thigh, the other fisting Mingi’s shirt, head tipping back between them, breath breaking apart in your throat. They didn’t stop. Yunho pressed a kiss to your collarbone, then another. His fingers finally slid past the edge of your panties, dipping low enough to feel everything. He groaned against your skin, deep, ragged, wrecked. “She’s fucking soaked,” he breathed. “Mingi…. feel her.”

“I already did,” Mingi said, low and proud. “But I’ll feel her again.” And he did. His fingers joined Yunho’s. Two sets of fingers, stroking, exploring, slow and maddening. Your body was writhing between them now, every nerve on fire, your thighs spreading wider, mouth open, the Molly turning your skin electric.

“You gonna come for us right here?” Mingi whispered, breath hot against your cheek. “Wanna make a mess in Yunho’s truck, baby?”

Yunho growled at that, but didn’t stop. Didn’t even think of stopping. “Let her,” he rasped. “She’s already halfway there.” His lips brushed your jaw as his fingers dipped lower, sliding past the soaked fabric of your panties, and this time, he didn’t tease. He pushed in.

One long finger, slow and deep, curling inside you as your thighs trembled around his wrist. Your breath hitched so sharply it turned into a moan, head tipping forward, caught between both their bodies. “Fuck,” Yunho groaned, voice thick and reverent against your skin. “You’re so tight.”

You were beyond words as Mingi’s hand was still on you too, fingers stroking your clit in slow, deliberate circles while Yunho worked inside you, his finger curling just right, his palm pressed firm against your core, grounding you while you unraveled and your hips moved instinctively, grinding down against their hands, chasing it now.

“I can feel you squeezing him,” Mingi whispered, dragging his mouth across your neck. “She’s close.”

You whimpered, God, the pressure building fast, too fast, the way their hands moved in sync, the high amplifying everything. Your pulse was in your ears, your stomach coiled tight, and when Yunho slid in another finger, curling both and brushing just right….

Your whole body snapped. You came hard, legs shaking, mouth dropping open as a cry tore from your throat, your walls clenching around Yunho’s fingers, your hips stuttering against Mingi’s touch. You gripped Yunho’s thigh harder and Mingi’s arm like anchors, like without them you might float away completely.

“Shit, look at her,” Mingi murmured, still stroking you through it, watching the way your body bucked between them. Yunho didn’t say anything. He just watched your face, eyes blown, lips parted, cheeks flushed as you broke open between them, glowing under the streetlight through the windshield, sweat slick and shaking, their hands still on you.

Yunho slowly slipped his fingers out, wet with you, and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean with a low, satisfied sound that made Mingi curse under his breath as your body collapsed against the seat, panting, buzzing, wrecked, and they were both still fully clothed, fully hard, and not done with you yet.

The truck door creaked open. Your legs were still trembling, your shorts clinging to your thighs, soaked through. Every step felt heavy and electric, like the orgasm hadn’t faded, it had just settled into your bones. Mingi stepped out first, grabbing your jacket for you again and tossing it over your shoulders like he knew your hands were too shaky to deal with it yourself. He didn’t say a word, just looked at you with that same wrecked, dark gaze like he was two seconds from dragging you back into the truck and finishing what they’d started.

Yunho rounded the front of the truck, jaw tense, eyes unreadable. But when he reached you, his hand slid back to your waist like it belonged there and stayed. The three of you crossed the lot together in silence, lit only by flickering parking lights and the moonlight off the building’s windows.

The lobby was quiet. The elevator was too slow. So you took the stairs. Three flights. Each one like a countdown. You in the middle, Yunho behind you, Mingi ahead, your hands brushing the railing, your body still buzzing from the high and the heat and the way their hands had wrecked you without even undressing you.

By the second flight, you felt Yunho’s hand slide to your lower back. By the third, Mingi glanced back over his shoulder and smirked. “You gonna make it up here, or do we need to carry you?”

“I think she likes the view,” Yunho murmured behind you, eyes fixed on the sway of your hips. At the top, Mingi stopped at the door to their apartment, third floor, right across from Wooyoung’s, the hallway quiet except for the buzz of the overhead light.

He fished out his keys with one hand, his other already back on you, fingers curling into your hip as Yunho stepped beside you, his knuckles brushing yours.

The lock clicked open and Mingi shoved the door open with his shoulder, stepping inside first. The hallway light spilled in behind you, stretching long shadows across the dark wooden floor and faint haze of incense still hanging in the air. You stepped over the threshold slowly. For a second, you didn’t move further.

You’d only been in here once before, briefly, with Wooyoung, when he stopped by to grab a couple pre rolls and left you standing awkwardly by the door while Mingi flirted and Yunho barely glanced up from his game. Back then, it had just smelled like weed and cologne and something vaguely citrus.

Now? It felt like stepping into something dangerous. Like the tension in the truck had been waiting here for you. The apartment was dim, clean but lived in, an ashtray and a lighter on the kitchen counter, a couple hoodies draped over a chair, one of Mingi’s leather jackets on the arm of the couch. You noticed Yunho’s game controller on the coffee table, a water bottle, a half finished joint in a glass tray.

You stepped in deeper as Yunho shut the door behind you with a thud, final and heavy as you turned back to look at them. Mingi, locking eyes with you as he slid his jacket off and tossed it aside. Yunho, who hadn’t stopped watching you since you walked in, now reaching for the hem of his shirt again, playing with it as you took your jacket off and tossed it on the couch.

You let the silence stretch for a second. Then you took a step forward. Then another, slow, deliberate, until you were face to face with Mingi. He watched you like he was trying not to breathe too hard. His lips parted, paint still faint along his collarbone, pupils wide from the high and the heat of you standing so close.

You reached for him, hands sliding slowly up his chest under his shirt, feeling his heart thundering beneath your palms. Yunho didn’t speak. He just started to move, slowly circling the two of you, footsteps quiet on the wood floor. Not pacing. Stalking. Watching.

You turned your head slightly, tracking Yunho with your eyes while your hands stayed on Mingi. “Have you two ever… been with the same person before?”

Mingi’s throat bobbed as Yunho’s brows lifted slightly, but his expression stayed unreadable. He stopped behind you now, close, so close you could feel the heat of him without being touched. “No,” Mingi said, voice low, tight. “Never,” Yunho added behind you, and God, his voice was rough.

You smiled, fingers curling slightly in Mingi’s shirt. “So this is your first time,” you murmured, glancing between them. “Sharing.” Neither of them spoke. Mingi looked like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. His mouth opened, then shut again, like whatever he wanted to say would’ve made this too real, too fast.

Yunho was close enough to kiss your neck. But he didn’t. Not yet. You turned your body slightly, between them again, their heat closing in, your pulse pounding in your ears as you licked your lips. “Guess that makes me special.”

Yunho’s breath hitched behind you as Mingi just whispered, “You have no fucking idea.”

You didn’t wait for permission. Didn’t ask who was going first. You already knew the answer. Your fingers slid up Mingi’s chest, slow and teasing, until they tangled at the nape of his neck. You leaned in, just enough for your breath to kiss his lips, and then you pressed your mouth to his.

Mingi groaned into it, hands flying to your waist, gripping tight as your mouths moved in sync, messy, deep, no hesitation now. He kissed like he’d been starving, like holding back all night had made him desperate. His tongue slid against yours, and you moaned into it, high and breathless and needing more.

And Yunho was watching. Standing just behind you, eyes locked on the way Mingi’s hands pulled you closer, on the way you melted into the kiss, on the way your hips pressed into Mingi’s like your body had already chosen. But it hadn’t. Because you wanted both. You broke the kiss just long enough to look down, hands sliding between you and Mingi, fingers already moving to the waistband of his jeans.

One button. A zipper. Slow, deliberate. Mingi’s breath caught, hands tightening on your hips as he watched you work. “You sure?” he asked, voice a low rasp, already knowing the answer. You didn’t look up. You just smirked. And slid your hand lower and behind you, Yunho let out a soft, wrecked exhale.

You didn’t rush, you let your hands slide back up under Mingi’s shirt first, fingers dragging slowly along the ridges of his abs, smearing streaks of glowing paint that had dried there earlier. He hissed through his teeth, body twitching at your touch, hips rolling forward just slightly, like he couldn’t help it. Then you pushed his shirt up. Bit by bit. He lifted his arms obediently, and you peeled it off him like you were unwrapping something precious. Remnants of neon paint across his chest, shoulders, the curve of his biceps, smudged fingerprints, the trail of your brush from earlier, glowing evidence of what the night had done to him.

You tossed the shirt aside without a second thought. And moved lower again. You undid the top button of his jeans again, slowly this time, drawing it out. Yunho’s eyes were locked on your hands. His jaw was tight, his chest rising slow and sharp, like he was holding every breath in his lungs hostage as you dragged the zipper down just as slow, the metal sound loud in the still air of the room. Mingi’s breath stuttered, his hands twitching at his sides like he wasn’t sure if he should touch you or let you keep going.

You tugged his jeans down over his hips, past that line of deep muscle, watching his briefs catch for a second before sliding over thick thighs, glow in the dark fingerprints streaking down the sides of them from where you’d grabbed him in the rave. Now he stood there. In nothing but tight, dark underwear, his dick straining against the fabric, breath shallow, wrecked and waiting. Paint. Sweat. Muscle.

And you, looking up at him like he was yours already. Behind you, Yunho hadn’t moved. But you felt him watching. His eyes burning into your back, his breath heavier now. You didn’t turn around. Not yet. You just looked up at Mingi and murmured, “Let him watch.” And Mingi, his head tipped back, a groan slipping from his throat.

You turned your head, slowly, deliberately, until your eyes locked with Yunho’s. He was standing behind you, jaw tight, arms at his sides, like he was barely holding it together. His chest was rising and falling in slow, controlled breaths, but his eyes? They gave him away. He looked like he wanted to devour something.

You tilted your head, lips curling into a grin. “Are you the jealous type?” you asked, voice sweet, almost innocent, if not for the way your hands were still resting at the waistband of his best friend’s briefs. Yunho didn’t answer right away. Just stared at you. Hard. And then he scoffed, short, sharp. “Of him? Never.”

You smirked at that. “Hmm.” And without another word, you dropped to your knees in front of Mingi and Mingi let out a ragged breath, his hand flying to your shoulder, his stomach twitching as your hands slid down his thighs, slow, possessive, teasing.

You glanced up at Yunho one last time, your voice low and thick with challenge. “We’ll see about that.” Yunho’s jaw clenched as Mingi looked wrecked already, chest heaving, painted skin flushed and twitching. You hadn’t even touched him properly yet, and he was already groaning softly, hand sliding into your hair, pupils locked on you like you were the only thing left in the world. And behind you Yunho was silently burning. You could feel it and you wanted him to.

Your fingers slid into the waistband of Mingi’s briefs, your nails dragging just enough to make him twitch. He hissed softly above you, his hand tightening in your hair as he looked down at you like he couldn’t believe this was really happening.

You eased the fabric down, slow and teasing, your eyes never leaving his. And when his dick sprang free, thick, flushed, hard, you bit your lip and blinked up at him with a look that was somewhere between awe and delight. Yeah. Wooyoung had not been lying. Your mind flickered back to that conversation, the one where he casually, wickedly said, “Come on, there’s no way Yunho and Mingi aren’t packing. Tall. Broad. Quiet. Cocky. That’s big dick energy and I’m a professional.”

At the time, you’d rolled your eyes. Now? You knew for sure. Wooyoung was right. So right. You let your gaze drag down, admiring every inch of Mingi now that you had him in front of you, bare and twitching under the heat of your stare. The paint still streaked his abs, chaotic, glowing evidence of everything the night had become. You bit your lip, slow and deliberate, and looked back up at him.

Mingi groaned, head tipping back, voice thick with restraint. “Baby… you can’t look up at me like that and not do something about it.” Behind you, Yunho let out a breath that was closer to a growl.

Mingi was shaking above you. His hand was still in your hair, barely holding on, his jaw slack as your tongue dragged a slow, wet line up the underside of his dick. You didn’t take him in, not yet. Just let your breath fan over him, tongue circling the tip, teasing, playful, mean.

His hips bucked forward instinctively, but you held him back with a hand on his thigh, nails digging in just enough to make him groan. “F… fuck,” he stuttered, voice trembling, head tipping back. “You’re evil.” You grinned, mouth still hovering just over him, tongue flicking out again, featherlight and he whimpered.

Big, warm hands suddenly settled on your head, fingers weaving into your hair. Not rough but firm. Possessive. That touch that said he’d watched long enough. Yunho. He leaned down, lips brushing your ear, voice low and edged with frustration. “Don’t be a tease.”

You froze for half a second, heat rushing to your core, breath catching in your throat as Yunho’s grip tightened slightly, tilting your head just the way he wanted it. “You know what he needs,” he murmured, his voice wrecked now. “I know you do.” His other hand dragged down your back, over your spine, making you shiver as you looked up at Mingi again, his eyes wide, mouth parted, chest rising fast.

Then Yunho’s grip guided you forward. Not forceful, directed. And you followed. Your lips finally parted. And Yunho didn’t hesitate. His hand stayed firm at the back of your head, guiding you down as you took Mingi into your mouth, slow at first, your tongue sliding over the head, tasting him, savoring every inch as your lips stretched around him.

Mingi choked on a breath, his body jerking forward so hard it nearly made you lose rhythm. “Fucking…. shit,” he gasped, hands flying out, desperate for something to hold onto, and landed on Yunho’s shoulders, gripping tight, anchoring himself as your mouth began to move.

Yunho’s fingers stayed tangled in your hair, not pushing, not rushing, but directing, setting a rhythm that had your mouth gliding over Mingi’s dick in long, wet pulls. “That’s it,” Yunho murmured, his voice low, dark, wrecked. “Just like that.”

Mingi looked like he was breaking, head tipped back, chest heaving, eyes fluttering shut as he fucked into your mouth, guided by Yunho, helpless to stop the way his hips rolled forward with every glide of your lips. Your hands were on Mingi’s thighs now, holding him steady as you let him use your mouth, spit running down your chin, soft gagging sounds muffled by the thick weight of him on your tongue.

“Holy fuck,” Mingi groaned, one hand slipping from Yunho’s shoulder into your hair too, gripping tight as his hips began to stutter. “She feels…. fuck, she feels so good.”

Yunho’s grip tightened just enough to make you feel it. “She’s perfect, isn’t she?” he said, voice low, staring at you like he wanted to memorize this. “Taking you so well.”

You moaned around Mingi, the sound vibrating through him, making his whole body shudder as Yunho watched it all, his hands in your hair, his best friend falling apart from your mouth, you on your knees between them like you were made for it.

You took Mingi deeper. Your jaw ached. Your eyes were glassy. Spit slicked your chin as you gagged again, just barely holding your rhythm but you didn’t stop. Didn’t want to. Mingi was groaning above you, fists clenched in your hair and Yunho’s shirt, hips twitching like he was seconds from falling apart.

Your throat clenched around him, and your gag turned into a sound so wet, so messy, it echoed in the quiet apartment and Yunho’s breath hitched. His eyes darkened. And then he looked at Mingi, really looked at him and grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him close until their foreheads slammed together, sweat slick and tense.

“You better fucking come,” Yunho growled, voice low and mean, his grip tight. “Because it’s gonna be a minute before you can again.” Mingi groaned, wrecked. “Fuck… Yunho, I….” his voice cracked, shaking, already losing it.

Yunho didn’t blink. “I’m not waiting anymore.” His hand in your hair gripped tighter, his jaw clenched, his breathing ragged. He looked down at you like you were his, ruined lips, slick chin, eyes dazed, and then back at Mingi, like this was the last favor he was willing to give.

Mingi’s thighs trembled. His stomach clenched. And with one more stuttered thrust into your mouth, he shattered. “Fuck…. yes, fuckfuckfuck…..” His whole body locked up as he came, loud and broken, his hands shaking in your hair, hips jerking once, twice, before finally slumping, gasping, wrecked.

Yunho released him the moment it hit, attention dropping to you. His hand still in your hair. His eyes starving. He pulled you up off your knees like you weighed nothing, hand still tangled in your hair, the other gripping your waist tight enough to bruise. You barely had time to gasp before his mouth crashed into yours, desperate, messy, full of tongue and heat and want.

He moaned into your mouth the second he tasted it. Mingi. Still lingering on your tongue. Yunho groaned, low and guttural, grinding his hips into yours like it physically hurt to keep waiting. “You taste like him,” he growled against your lips, biting your bottom one hard enough to make you whimper. “Fucking mine now.”

His arms locked around your thighs. And suddenly you were in the air, legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you through the apartment, fast, like if he didn’t get you on a bed in the next five seconds, he might just fuck you in the hallway. Your arms clung to his shoulders, breath ragged, heart racing.

Behind you, Mingi was still catching his breath, wiping at his mouth, pants tangled around one ankle, but the second he saw Yunho lift you, heard that kiss, saw your legs wrapped around him, his body jolted with renewed energy. “Fuck,” Mingi muttered, yanking his pants the rest of the way off, stumbling after you both, completely naked, eyes still glassy and hungry.

Yunho shouldered open his bedroom door and you barely had time to breathe before he turned and tossed you onto his bed, your body bouncing slightly on the mattress, arms splayed, heart pounding, lips still swollen from his kiss.

He stood at the foot of the bed for half a beat, chest heaving, just looking at you like you were already stripped bare. Then he reached down and peeled his shirt off. It clung to his skin, damp, paint smeared, stretched across broad shoulders and lean muscle, but he pulled it over his head in one fluid motion and dropped it to the floor without a second glance.

The blacklight from the small strip above his bed flickered to life as Yunho leaned over to flick a switch. Because of course he had one of his own. The paint from the rave still glowed on his chest and arms, faint streaks of neon pink and purple smeared across muscle and collarbone, your earlier brushstrokes visible like claims. His skin shined with sweat, his jaw clenched tight, eyes locked on yours.

And then the door creaked and Mingi appeared. Naked and wrecked. His lips were red from your mouth. His chest still smeared in dried paint. His dick already hard again, swinging slightly as he stepped inside, eyes dragging down your body like he couldn’t believe he’d let you walk away, or well, carried away, from him for even a second.

Yunho didn’t look at him. Didn’t flinch. Just dropped his voice low and rough. “Close the door.” Mingi did, eyes flicking between you, spread on Yunho’s bed, shorts clinging to your thighs, top still hanging crooked off your shoulders, and Yunho, standing shirtless at the foot of the bed like something feral.

You were all still covered in streaks of paint. Marks from the rave. From your hands. From each other. Yunho didn’t take his eyes off you. Not even when Mingi stepped closer. “Help her out of those,” Yunho said, voice low and tight, fingers already at the button of his own pants.

Mingi didn’t argue. Didn’t hesitate. He climbed up onto the bed behind you, hands slipping to your hips as you sat up slightly. His lips brushed your shoulder, one hand already tugging at your top, the other sliding beneath the hem of your shorts, pulling the waistband over your hips slowly, reverently as you watched Yunho the whole time. His pants hit the floor with a soft thud, and then his boxers followed, his body rising in the dim purple glow of the blacklight like something out of a dream. His skin shimmered with sweat and dried paint, his abs tight, chest flushed, and when he stepped forward, fully bare….

Yeah. Your mouth parted slightly. Because of course. Of course Yunho was just as big as Mingi. He stood tall, dick thick and heavy, hard in a way that made your thighs twitch before Mingi had even finished pulling your panties down. You huffed a laugh, half dazed, half amused, and leaned your head back against Mingi’s chest.

One of Yunho’s hands wrapped around himself lazily as he looked you over, fully bare now, sprawled across his sheets with Mingi behind you. You laid back. Naked. Glowing. Breathless. The blacklight above his bed turned every streak of paint on your body into something celestial, smears of neon across your chest, your hips, your thighs. Your skin shimmered with sweat and anticipation, and both of them were looking at you like you were something holy.

Yunho climbed up the bed. Slow. Controlled. Dangerous. His hands planted beside your knees as he settled between your thighs, eyes locked on where he was headed. His breath hit your skin first, hot, shallow, teasing, and then his lips followed. He started with your inner thighs. Soft licks at first, slow kisses, tongue dragging across glowing streaks of dried paint as he worked his way up. His hands gripped your hips to hold you still as your body twitched beneath him, breath coming faster with every inch closer.

Behind you, Mingi shifted, his hands finding your waist, then your breasts. He groaned into your neck as his fingers found your nipples, teasing them with callused thumbs. His dick pressed hot and heavy against your lower back, smearing pre cum onto your skin as he rocked forward instinctively. “Fuck,” Mingi whispered, his mouth at your ear. “You feel so good. I want to be inside you already.”

Yunho didn’t answer. He just kissed higher. Right above your mound now, his breath ghosting over the heat between your legs. Your thighs trembled, your hands clutching at the sheets as his mouth hovered just shy of where you needed him most. And then he licked you. One long, slow stripe up your slit.

Your back arched instantly and Mingi groaned at the sound you made, mouth now on your neck, teeth grazing skin as his hands massaged your breasts, palms slick with sweat and need as Yunho’s tongue dragged back down, slow, deliberate, tasting you like he had all night to savor. His tongue flicked over your clit again, slow but firmer now, then dipped lower, tasting you, savoring every drop like he was starved.

He pulled back just enough to breathe, his face slick, lips shiny with your arousal, jaw tight like it physically pained him to stop. Then he looked up the length of your body. Mingi was still behind you, his dick grinding lazily against your back, mouth sucking bruises into your neck, fingers rolling your nipples between sweat slicked fingertips. And Yunho moaned. “Mingi…” his voice cracked, half a growl. “Get down here.”

Mingi slowed, lips leaving your throat as Yunho’s voice dropped, thick with need, hand sliding up your thigh as he spread you open wider. “She tastes so fucking good.” Mingi froze for a second, like the words had short circuited something in his brain. Then he moved. Sliding down the bed beside Yunho, past your side, between your legs now. His hands joined Yunho’s at your thighs, and when Mingi looked down at your soaked, swollen pussy, slick and glistening under the blacklight, he let out a sound that was downright filthy.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered. “I need to taste her.”

Yunho didn’t argue. He just shifted slightly to the side. Making room. Your legs were shaking. Your voice was gone. You didn’t even remember when it started, Mingi’s tongue joining Yunho’s, both of them nestled between your thighs like they belonged there. Maybe they did. Maybe this was exactly where they were meant to be. Because they didn’t stop. Not for a second.

Yunho’s tongue circled your clit while Mingi licked deeper, the flat of his tongue dragging up your slit before dipping down again. Then they switched, no warning, Yunho licking lower, filthy, slow, his moans vibrating into you while Mingi sucked gently at your clit, tongue flicking fast, precise, perfect.

You cried out. Loud. Too loud. “F…. fuck… please……. oh my god!” Your hips bucked off the bed, thighs trembling, hands flying to their heads, fisting in their hair, needing something to hold onto as the pleasure built and broke and built again. You didn’t even know whose tongue was where anymore. It didn’t matter. They were both on you. Everywhere.

And when their mouths met accidentally at first, tongues brushing mid stroke, they didn’t pull away. They just kept going. Their lips slid against each other, their tongues still licking you in the space between, both groaning into your pussy, sharing the taste of you with no hesitation. Then Yunho tilted his head slightly, lips catching Mingi’s for real, tongues slick, wet, glowing under the blacklight with your arousal still shining on both their mouths.

They kissed deep, moaning into it, and you felt it, the vibration of it all right where you needed it most. And you lost it. Your head tipped back with a cry, spine arching off the mattress as your orgasm hit hard the second one of their fingers started circling your clit, crashing through you like a wave you’d never survive. Your body shook, your thighs clamped around their heads, and still, they didn’t stop. Didn’t move. Just kept kissing. Until you were trembling beneath them, chest heaving, sweat clinging to your skin, your voice nothing but ragged sounds.

Your hand reached out blindly, grabbing at the nearest arm, didn’t matter whose, and it ended up being Mingi’s. He barely had time to blink before you were pulling him, rough and breathless, pushing him flat onto the mattress beneath you. “What…” he started, but your mouth was already on his, tasting yourself on his lips, grinding against his hips with a wild, needy roll of your body.

“I need you,” you whispered against his lips, voice wrecked and hoarse. “Now.” His hands flew to your waist as Yunho stayed where he was, kneeling at the foot of the bed, watching, his chest rising fast, his dick throbbing between his thighs as he saw you climb onto Mingi like you were about to devour him. “Fuck,” Yunho breathed, voice low, almost reverent. “Do it.”

You straddled Mingi, your thighs braced around his hips, his dick hot and heavy beneath you, slick with your arousal, already twitching as he looked up at you, wide eyed, stunned, dying for it. And then you reached down, grabbed his length, and lined him up. You didn’t wait. You sank down onto him in one slow, shattering motion and Mingi shouted, head snapping back, fingers digging into your hips. “Fucking… oh my god!”

You let out a moan so loud it echoed, your mouth falling open, eyes fluttering shut as he filled you, deep, thick, perfect. Yunho groaned behind you, his hand fisting around the base of his dick, watching every inch disappear inside you, every twitch of your thighs, every sound you made. “Fuck,” he growled. “Just like that.”

You rode him hard. Hips snapping down with a rhythm that was pure desperation, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room, mixed with Mingi’s broken groans and your breathless moans. He was deep inside you, stretching you, throbbing, his head tipped back into the pillow, eyes wild, mouth open. “Fuck… fuck, baby….”

You didn’t let up. You leaned forward, one hand braced on his chest, the other wrapping tight around his throat making Mingi’s breath hitch, and his hips buck beneath you. Your fingers tightened slightly, your voice low and ruined. “You like watching me use you like this?” His only answer was a whimper.

Behind you, Yunho’s breath was shaky, his fist still working over his dick as he watched you ride his best friend like he wasn’t even there for you to please, just to fill. And then he moved. You felt the bed shift before you felt his hands. He knelt behind you, his chest against your back, his breath hot at your ear. “You’re gonna make him come,” Yunho growled, voice low and feral, one hand reaching up to your neck, his fingers wrapping around the front, just above where your own held Mingi’s. He squeezed gently. Controlling. Claiming.

His other hand slid down, between your bodies, fingers slipping over your clit like he knew exactly how to break you. You cried out, head falling back against his shoulder, your thighs trembling as Mingi groaned beneath you, his hips stuttering as Yunho’s breath dragged against your skin. “Look at you,” he whispered, voice thick. “Taking him so fucking deep… riding him like he’s nothing.”

You shattered all over again, grinding against Mingi’s dick and Yunho’s hand, choking on the pleasure that was everywhere now, your neck, your clit, your core, your brain. All of it. Between them. Held. Owned. Worshipped. Yunho’s hand working your clit while you rode Mingi into the mattress, his dick buried deep, your thighs shaking, your orgasm still rolling through you. Mingi was a mess beneath you, his hands gripping your hips, chest flushed, mouth open, groaning helplessly as you kept moving. “Sh… she’s…. fuck… she’s creaming on me…”

You were. Dripping. Soaking him. Still grinding down like you couldn’t stop, couldn’t breathe, your body caught in that molten loop of pleasure that made you forget your own name as Yunho’s hand stilled. You felt it. Then heard his voice. Low. Tight. Commanding. “That’s enough.”

Before Mingi could even gasp, Yunho grabbed your waist and pulled, lifting you off of Mingi mid thrust, your walls clenching around nothing, the sudden emptiness making you whimper. “Yunho!”

“Turn around,” he growled. You barely had time to register it, his hand already spinning you, guiding you onto all fours in the middle of the bed. You looked over your shoulder, dazed, and there he was. Wrecked. Flushed. Eyes dark. Dick throbbing.

Mingi was still catching his breath behind you, flushed and panting, his own dick gleaming with your slick, his hand wrapped around the base like he didn’t know what to do now that you’d been taken from him again.

But Yunho was done waiting. He knelt behind you, grabbed your hips with both hands, and lined himself up, his dick dragging through your slick folds, spreading the mess you’d left behind from riding Mingi. You gasped, bracing yourself on your elbows as he started sinking into you, “My turn.”

Yunho groaned the second he bottomed out. His hands dug into your hips, his chest pressed against your back, and his head dropped forward, breath catching. His eyes fluttered shut. Then rolled back. “Fucking… Jesus,” he choked out. “You’re so tight. So…. wet.” He didn’t move. Couldn’t. Not right away. You had him frozen, so overwhelmed by the heat of your walls wrapped around him, by the way your body welcomed him like it had been made for him and only him. He was trying to breathe. Trying to process. And you were impatient.

You shifted first, just a little. Then rolled your hips back. Hard. Yunho gasped, his grip on you tightening. Then you did it again. And again. “Fuck… baby….. wait…” But you didn’t. You started backing up into him with slow, powerful rolls, your ass slapping against his thighs, forcing him deeper, forcing motion, your own body using him just like you’d used Mingi, chasing more, needing it. Needing him.

“Oh my god,” Yunho groaned, head tipping back, eyes fluttering as you rocked on his dick, your slick already running down his length, coating his thighs. You looked over your shoulder, breathless, your voice teasing, wrecked. “Thought this was your turn.”

Yunho let out a breathless laugh. Low. Rough. Dangerous. You felt it vibrate against your back just before his hands gripped your hips tighter, fingers digging into your flesh like he didn’t know if he wanted to hold you still or pull you apart. He leaned over you, mouth at your ear, voice thick and shaking from holding back for so long. “Fucking brat.” Then he snapped his hips forward. Hard.

You cried out, your body jolting up the bed as he slammed into you without warning. And he didn’t stop. Not this time. He pulled out, only halfway, then slammed back in again, deep and relentless, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing around the room, your slick making it filthy, wet, loud. You buried your face into the sheets, moaning helplessly, your knees threatening to give out.

Behind you, Yunho was growling now, every thrust harder than the last, like he needed to fuck every smartass word out of your mouth, every last trace of control you thought you had. His dick hit deep, dragging against your walls perfectly, your pussy already fluttering around him from the overstimulation. Your body trembled with every thrust, voice cracking on every moan.

“You think you can ride him like that,” Yunho hissed, pounding into you now, hips snapping with brutal rhythm, “drip all over his dick like that….” Your fingers clawed at the sheets. “and then fuck yourself on me like I don’t know what that little act was?”

You whimpered, broken, and behind you, Mingi groaned, still watching, still stroking his dick slowly, his free hand gripping the headboard now as he stared at the way Yunho destroyed you. Yunho leaned over you, teeth scraping your shoulder. “You’re ours now.” Then his hand reached around your waist, slipping back between your legs again to rub your clit in tight, fast circles as he slammed into you from behind. “Fucking say it.”

You tried to speak. Tried to answer him. To say the words, I’m yours, like he demanded, like he deserved. But your body betrayed you first. Your mouth opened. But the words got caught in a scream as Yunho’s fingers rubbed harder, faster, his dick slamming into you without mercy, and suddenly everything inside you snapped. Your thighs trembled violently. Your back arched. Your scream cracked in the back of your throat as your orgasm tore through you, white hot and blinding, your entire body seizing beneath him as you squirted.

It gushed out of you in hot, messy pulses, soaking his dick, your thighs, the sheets, everything. “Fuck!” Yunho choked, his hips jerking, hands gripping your waist as the force of it pushed him out of you. His dick slipped free with a wet, messy sound, and you collapsed, shaking, gasping, your slick pouring down your legs, your body too overwhelmed to even move.

Mingi let out a broken moan beside you, hand tightening around his own dick, eyes wide, staring. Yunho was frozen for a moment, breathing hard, staring down at your soaked, trembling body, your pussy still twitching from the aftershocks, slick and dripping as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, sweat and spit and disbelief. “Fuck.”

His voice was hoarse. Shaky. And you were still gasping, trying to come down from the most explosive orgasm of your life. Mingi moved first, his hand reaching for you gently, eyes full of something wild. “You good, baby?”

Your chest was rising and falling in shaky waves, thighs trembling, your body a mess of slick, sweat, paint, and the wreckage they’d both left you in as you looked up, eyes hazy but glowing, lips swollen, that grin curling slow at the corners of your mouth. “I want you both.”

The room went silent. Mingi froze. Yunho’s brows lifted, his chest still heaving as he stared down at you like he wasn’t sure he heard you right. Then they looked at each other. Really looked. And for a second, the air was thick with unspoken things, uncertainty, hesitation, want. Because they’d never done this. Not with each other. Not like this. But for you? They’d burn that boundary down without blinking.

Yunho was the first to speak. “Are you sure?” His voice was lower now. Calmer. Just the tiniest tremble beneath it as you smiled again. “Yes,” you whispered. “I’m sure.” Yunho let out a shaky breath, his jaw tightening as he bit his lip. “Mingi…” he said, grabbing your waist and starting to pull you upright, “get under her.”

Mingi’s eyes blew wide. But he didn’t hesitate. He moved instantly, sliding back onto the bed, settling onto the pillows, his dick hard, thick and slick with your earlier mess. You were still breathless as Yunho helped guide you up and over him. Your thighs shook as you straddled Mingi’s hips again, his hands immediately moving to your waist, his mouth open in disbelief and desire.

Yunho knelt behind you, palms smoothing up your back, his dick heavy against your ass as you let him guide you. Still dazed. Still trembling. But you wanted this, needed this. Your thighs spread as you shifted forward, hands bracing on Mingi’s chest while his dick slid back into your soaked, aching pussy with a sound that made all three of you groan. He was so deep, filling you instantly, your body hugging him like you were made for it. Mingi’s hands gripped your hips tight, head falling back against the pillow, lips parting. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “Still so tight…. so warm…”

You moaned as you adjusted, hips rolling slightly, already full. And then Yunho’s hands were back, on your hips, on your lower back, smoothing down your spine as he leaned over you. His dick slid between your cheeks, hard and slick, and your breath hitched. “Relax,” Yunho murmured against your ear, his voice thick with restraint. “I’ve got you.” You nodded. Shaking. Wanting. Needing.

One of Yunho’s hands moved down, parting your cheeks as he lined himself up with your tight hole, his other hand steady on your waist. You felt the pressure first, the thick head of his dick coated in your own slick, pressing slowly into you, inch by inch, giving your body time to open. Time to take him. And you did.

You gasped, loud, wrecked, as your muscles stretched around him, your fingers digging into Mingi’s chest, your head dropping forward. Mingi moaned underneath you, holding you steady, his own dick twitching inside you as Yunho slid deeper, slow and controlled. “Fuck… she’s taking it,” Yunho groaned, voice breaking. “So fucking good.” Your whole body shook, not from pain, but from how full you were. Every inch of you was claimed now.

Mingi’s hands slid up your sides, breath ragged. “You okay, baby?” You nodded, voice barely a whisper. “More.”

Yunho let out a growl. And pushed in all the way. No one moved. Not at first. You were so full you could barely breathe. Yunho’s dick buried deep in your ass, Mingi’s thick and pulsing inside your pussy, both of them holding you in place like your body had become their center of gravity. You trembled between them, your hands flat on Mingi’s chest, head bowed, hair clinging to your sweat slicked skin.

Yunho was hunched over your back, his hands gentle now, one on your hip, the other stroking slowly up your spine as he leaned in, his lips brushing your shoulder. “Just breathe,” he murmured, voice low and shaky, even he was overwhelmed by how tight you were around him. “You’re doing so fucking good.” You let out a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a whimper, nodding slowly, body adjusting to the incredible stretch of being filled so completely.

Mingi’s fingers flexed on your waist, his brows pinched, eyes squeezed shut. “Shit,” he groaned, voice cracking. “I can feel him. Every time he breathes, I feel it. You’re so tight…. and he’s… fuck, Yunho, you’re right there.”

Behind you, Yunho exhaled through clenched teeth, his hips rolling just slightly, grinding deeper, making you twitch around both of them. “Don’t,” Mingi warned, voice tight. “If you start, I’m not gonna last.” Yunho chuckled, low, dangerous, turned on beyond belief. “She asked for both of us,” he murmured. “We’re giving her everything.”

Yunho’s hand slid up your back, soothing, grounding, before curling into your shoulder as Mingi’s fingers tightened at your hips. And then, together, they moved. A slow, careful rhythm. Yunho pulled back just slightly, only to push forward again in time with Mingi’s shallow thrust upward, both of them feeling each other through you, moving in sync, inch by inch, stretching you in both directions, filling you until your body didn’t know where one of them ended and the other began.

Your mouth fell open. But no sound came out. Just breath, shaky, shattered breath, punctuated by tiny gasps as their dicks slid deep inside you, over and over again. “God… fuck,” Mingi groaned beneath you, his voice thick and cracked. Yunho’s voice was low, wrecked, jaw tight as his hips rocked forward again. “She’s gripping so tight… I don’t know how much longer I can go slow.”

You were gone. Completely. Arms shaking, collapsing slowly over Mingi’s chest as your body stopped even pretending it could hold itself up. You just let go, your chest pressed to his, cheek resting against his shoulder, moaning with every roll of their hips. You didn’t need to move. They were doing it all. Every grind. Every thrust. Every deep, stretching, aching stroke.

“That’s it, baby,” Mingi whispered, breath ragged, lips at your ear. “Just take it. Don’t fight it…. just let us have you.” Yunho’s hand found yours and squeezed. “You’re perfect like this.” Their rhythm stayed slow. But it was deep. So deep. And you had no idea how you were still conscious. Your body was trembling, slick and painted and stretched wide around them, every inch of you owned, claimed, used. And still, it wasn’t enough. “More…” The word left you in a gasp, barely audible. “Please…”

Your voice cracked as your forehead dropped to Mingi’s shoulder, your fingers digging helplessly into his chest. “Fuck me… please, fuck me….”

Yunho’s breath snapped in his throat as Mingi cursed under his breath, hands flexing hard around your waist. And then they moved together harder. Faster. The slow, torturous rhythm broke like a dam bursting, and suddenly you were slamming between them, your body jolting with every thrust, your cunt clenching around Mingi while Yunho pounded into your ass, both of them grunting, moaning, losing it. The room echoed with it now, wet, filthy slaps of skin, the low growls of Yunho’s breath behind you, the broken gasps Mingi let out beneath you every time your pussy clenched around him.

“God, she’s squeezing me…” Mingi groaned, eyes squeezed shut, hips jerking upward into your heat as Yunho’s hand wrapped around your throat from behind, pulling you upright, owning your weight as he fucked into you harder. “You wanted this?” he growled into your ear, hips snapping with every word. “Wanted to be split open between us?”

You sobbed, loud, raw, shattered. “Yes… yesyesyes!” Your body bounced between them now, ragdoll loose, your mind gone, your pleasure spiraling toward something catastrophic as Mingi was already close. He’d been close since the second you’d taken him again, wrapped around him so tight, so wet, so full of him and Yunho both.

But now Yunho was pounding into you from behind, and every thrust had you clenching, tight, rhythmic, choking his dick like your body wanted to drag him over the edge with you. “Fuck…. fuck…baby,” Mingi gasped, his head thrown back, eyes wild. Your arms were limp around his shoulders, your body bouncing between them as Yunho drove into you harder, groaning low and mean every time your ass met his hips.

Mingi’s fingers dug into your waist, trying to slow it down, trying to breathe but you clenched again. And again. “Y/N…. oh my…. I’m gonna… fuck!” He thrust up once, instinct, reflex, desperation, and he came. Hard. Deep. Filling you with thick heat as his entire body locked up beneath you, your name falling from his lips in a shattered groan. “Y/N…. oh fuck, I’m coming…”

You felt it, his dick pulsing, twitching, spilling inside you. And still, Yunho didn’t stop. He growled, slamming into you again, dragging your trembling body against his chest, his hand slipping under you now, rubbing your clit like he wanted to wring another orgasm out of you right there as Mingi whimpered, body twitching under you. His dick was still buried in your pussy, overstimulated, twitching, trapped, and you just kept clenching around him every time Yunho’s thrusts pushed you forward.

“She’s milking me,” Mingi moaned, eyes rolling back, hips bucking helplessly as his body twitched in aftershock. And Yunho was fucking possessed. “Take it,” he growled against your shoulder. “Take both of us.” Your body was on fire. Yunho’s dick pistoned into you from behind, every thrust dragging you down onto Mingi’s overstimulated length, your soaked, fluttering pussy still squeezing him tight, milking the last pulses of his orgasm as you shattered again. A raw, broken moan ripped from your throat as your back arched hard, your body locking between them.

Your walls clamped down on Mingi violently, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave you couldn’t control, your body trembling, twitching, pulsing. “Fuck…. I’m fuck, I’m coming again! Mingi’s mouth fell open. His fingers dug into your waist. And the second you clamped around him like that, soaked and pulsing and hot, his body betrayed him.

“Fuck…. baby… fuck!” Mingi sobbed, breath catching on a shocked gasp as his hips bucked helplessly, another orgasm ripping through him without warning. “I…. I can’t… I can’t stop….” He cried out, loud and wrecked, dick twitching deep inside you as he came again, your orgasm dragging his body into another release, his thighs trembling beneath you, his chest heaving, his mind gone as Yunho’s thrusts were brutal now, sloppy, the rhythm gone, all growl and need and desperation.

He slammed into you one last time, hips locked to yours, buried deep and let out a snarl against your skin. “Mine… fuck, I’m coming….. fuck…” You felt Yunho pulse inside you, thick and hot, his grip bruising on your hips as he spilled deep into your ass, forehead pressed to your spine, his body shaking through it. All three of you froze. Breathing. Shaking.

And then you collapsed. Sandwiched between them, painted and soaked and trembling, your body full of both of them, your throat raw from moaning, your limbs limp, your mind empty as Mingi whimpered beneath you, chest rising and falling like he’d just survived something divine.

Yunho kissed your back once. Then again. Then breathed. “Yeah…” he murmured, voice hoarse. “we’re never letting you go.”

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The next day was slow. Florida heat leaked through the blinds, casting lazy golden stripes across the living room floor, the faint hum of a fan, and the low crackle of a blunt being passed back and forth.

Yunho was sprawled on the couch, legs spread, clean shirt hanging loose off his frame. His hair was damp from a recent shower, skin now scrubbed clean of paint and sweat and sin, but his jaw was still sore from clenching last night.

Mingi sat beside him, shirtless, sweatpants riding low on his hips, head tipped back against the couch as he took a long pull from the blunt and exhaled slowly, smoke trailing from his mouth as he looked at the ceiling. “So…” then grinned lazily, “Yeah.”

“Never doing that again without prepping better,” Yunho muttered as Mingi laughed.

Knock knock knock.

The front door creaked open without waiting. “Hey,” came Wooyoung’s voice. “I need a favor, and weed, and also to make sure you didn’t break my best friend because she still hasn’t come back and I…” He stopped. Stared. Mouth parted in a half formed question as he took in the scene…..

Yunho and Mingi, stretched out on the couch, very much alive. Very much relaxed. And you. You walked in from down the hall, freshly showered, legs bare, one of Yunho’s oversized shirts swallowing your frame, just long enough to cover the top of your thighs and nothing else.

Wooyoung blinked and before he could even form a real sentence, Mingi reached for you without hesitation, his arm curling around your waist and tugging you into his lap like it was already routine. You went willingly, curling into him with a sleepy smile, your hand brushing Yunho’s knee like you’d done it a thousand times.

Yunho glanced at Wooyoung and took another drag from the blunt. “How much weed you want, man?” Mingi nuzzled your neck, grinning into your skin. And Wooyoung? He just stood there, gaping, hands on his hips like he was about to throw a fit.

“Bitch, consider me jealous.”

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You’ve barely got the door behind you before Wooyoung presses his lips to yours. Your brows lift high, hands reaching for his chest, back flat against the wooden door behind you, you were expecting at least a short conversation first. Maybe a small discussion on how this actually goes. You suppose he isn’t the type to need one, he already knows how this goes, he does it on a daily basis. 

“Wait, wait,” you push on his chest, but all it really does is push you farther into the door. “That’s it? You just bring me in here and start making out with me?” 

Panting, his brows furrow, hands lowering where they’d taken root on your hips. “Yes? What else is there to do?” 

“I don’t know,” you shrug your shoulders, arms stretching on either side of you. “Talk about it? I don’t want anyone to know you went down on me.”

“I’m so gross and nasty that no one can know you hooked up with me?” he teases, amusement in his eyes. “I won’t tell anyone, Virgin. It’s just a favor, a one-time thing.” 

So close, you’ve never noticed his eyes are two different sizes, like the angel and devil on his shoulders control each half of him. His eyes that are usually a warm, glazed amber are deepened to a woody, husky brown, but still soft, not impatient, not brash. 

“Okay,” you blink, swallowing. “I’ve never hooked up with anyone before. Every guy I’ve ever fucked was my boyfriend, longterm.”

“If you don’t want to do this, then we don’t do it,” he says honestly. Then he grins like he just remembered, “I’ve got another appointment after this, anyway.” 

Your skin burns, cheeks flaming, the tips of your ears threatening to melt your skull. You should hate each word he just said, you should hate that he’s fucking someone after he hooks up with you, but part of you finds it reassuring. That this, whatever was about to happen, was casual. A one time thing. A favor. Something inside you enjoys that you’re taking precedence, though, that he was putting off his own pleasure to tend to yours first.

“No,” you shake your head, certain. Despite the slight discomfort, the newness of it all, you’ve already imagined how this goes, you’ve already pictured his head between your legs. “I want to do this.” 

He nods, eyes dancing over your features, you can only assume he’s checking to see if there’s any part of you that physically doesn’t want him. But he won’t find any proof in your quickly rising chest, the flush on your skin, your dilated eyes. 

“Good,” he whispers, leaning close to you again, so close his lips brush yours. “Because I really want to see how fast I can make you cum.” 

His lips meet yours again, hands heavier on your hips now, using his grip on your shorts to push you flat against the door. You gasp, hands finding purchase on his shoulders, balancing yourself on your tippy toes to reach his mouth. 

He uses your parted lips to push his tongue past, and his rhythm, not frantic, controlled in a way that makes you feel how badly he wants this, how badly he wants you. You don’t know if anyone has ever kissed you like this, with such purpose, intent behind it that wasn’t half-assed. If you have, it’s been a long, long time.

He explores your mouth like he could get lost in it, hands sliding up to your waist, tucking beneath your top, hands roaming your skin just to feel. He dips down below your chin, lips pressing along your jaw and your head falls backward, hitting the door with a thump. Neither of you pay any mind, especially not as he shifts his hips, slotting one of his legs between yours, trapping you between him and the door, lining you up with his thigh. 

You choke on a whimper, hips instinctively twitching against him. 

“Yes,” he encourages, his breath hot on your neck, one of his hands finding purchase in the hair at the back of your neck. “Do it again.”

You roll your hips again and heat spreads like wildfire, stimulation bubbling inside your gut, reaching each nerve ending. Even through your shorts, his pants, your clit catches mercifully against the fabric, forcing a staggered sound of pleasure from your throat.

One hand hits the door behind you, nails clawing at the wood while the other reaches for his hair, fingers tangling in his roots. His lips move softly, rhythmically down your neck, never once moving his strong thigh, never twitching, never shifting. 

“Use me,” he whispers into your neck, breath cooling the area where his mouth had just been. “Do whatever feels right.” 

Your hand that’s in his roots pulls. He groans, head tipping back, dark eyebrows knitting together, his face so blown out in pleasure it makes a sharp noise escape your chest. Your eyes widen, silencing yourself with your lips smacking shut and he’s quick to shake his head no.

“Let me hear you,” he leans in close again, teeth grazing your jawline, making your hips snap against his thigh. “Wanna hear all those pretty sounds you make.” 

“Wooyoung,” you arch into him, fingers tightening in his hair again. “Oh my god.” 

You get it now— he’s barely done anything and you get it now. There’s an air about him, or maybe his saliva is laced with heroin, but the moment his hands touched your body something inside you relaxed. He’s never been shy about how much he loves sex, and you personally know six women who have had nothing but good things to say about his skills, all of which you’ve ignored because it never pertained to you, you never cared. Now, experiencing it for yourself, with all of your clothes still on your fucking body, you understand.

He smiles into your skin, you can feel the stretch of his lips, his teeth against your neck. He reaches for the hem of your top, lifting it upward, folding it over your bra, and takes a second to explore the stretch of skin across your stomach, the indent of your spine with his hands. 

“So soft,” he murmurs, then pulls away, taking a good look at you, eyes zeroing in on your chest. “Damn, you’ve been hiding these.” 

Your cheeks burn, you ignore how badly you want to cross your arms over your chest. “Shut up.”

“What?” His eyes find yours again, a smirk on his lips. “I can’t appreciate?”

“If you’re gonna use your mouth, use it between my legs, not to speak,” your back arches again, impatience radiating off of you. 

“There she is,” he smiles all teeth, eyes flaring with amusement, thumbs tucking into your shorts. “I’ve been waiting for you to come back to me.”

“I’ve been here, just waiting for you to do something that actually feels good,” you quip, rolling your hips toward him. 

He chokes on a punched, disbelieving laugh. “Right. Sure.”

He doesn’t fumble with the laces of your shorts, quickly untying them, you arch your back off the door to help him get them down your thighs. He sinks to his knees, lifting one of your legs to shimmy your boot out of your shorts, leaving them hooked around the other one. 

Looking upward, his brows tie in, letting out a long, groaned, “Fuuck.” He meets your eye again to taunt, “You soaked through your panties, baby. Thought you said you were waiting for me to do something that actually feels good?”

“Shut up already, fuck,” you hiss, bending yourself toward him, itching for him to finally touch you where you need him. As much as he had to convince you to get you in here, the tables have turned too quickly for your liking. 

His fingers dance along your skin, up the backs of your thighs until he throws one of your legs over his shoulder. Looking down at him, he keeps your eye while he presses his mouth softly to your inner thigh, then another one, inching closer, then another one, so close you could feel his breath on your underwear. 

“Stop fucking teasing,” you nearly whine, voice raw with impatience, and the leg that’s over his shoulder begins to shake. The anticipation is eating you alive, it’s right where he wants you. 

He laughs to himself before planting his final kiss over your panties, at the apex of your thighs, directly above your clit. You whimper, the knee holding you steady threatening to buckle. His other hand softly lands over it, holding it straight. He smirks, “How am I gonna eat you out if you can’t even stand up straight?” 

Your chin tilts toward the ceiling, eyes closing, a harsh breath escaping your lungs, a whine wanting to crawl up your throat. “Please,” you mumble, without looking at him. 

His tone is taunting as he asks, “What was that?”

“Please,” you whine this time, back pushing off the door, rolling your hips toward him. You look down again and he’s wearing a shit-eating grin like he’s proud of his ability to get you in this state, begging for him. 

He presses another kiss over your panties, this one perfectly over your clit. A verbal breath escapes you, a soft noise of pleasure. Then his tongue pokes out from between his lips, and he licks a stripe over the fabric, along the seam of your center. 

“Fuck.” You twitch like a livewire, hands reaching for his hair, fingers tightening in his roots. “More, take them off, Wooyoung.”

His hand that was holding your knee reaches upward, tugging the thin fabric covering you to the side. He groans at the sight— a true, full-chested, shameless fucking groan. 

“So pretty,” he whispers, not even looking up at you, and it’s all he says before he leans forward, sticking his tongue out to collect every ounce of wetness from bottom to top. 

Your fingers curl in his hair, hips bucking toward his face, a moan just as shameless ripping from your lungs. Both of his hands go to your thighs, your panties tucked away, he flattens out his tongue to lick over your clit. 

“Yes,” you nod, jaw dropped, holding his eye as he softly but intentionally flicks at your clit with his tongue, slowly adding more pressure, circling it just right. “S-shit, Wooyoung.” 

He groans into you, fingers sinking into your thighs harder, burying his fucking face between your thighs. His tongue drops down to your entrance before licking his way back up, circling your clit, closing his lips around it, making noises that should be embarrassing. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chant, eyes squeezing shut. There’s no testing the waters, he doesn’t need to try to figure out what you like, he uses his tongue at a perfect pace with perfect rhythm like he already knows how your body works. 

He lifts your leg off his shoulder, stretching you wider, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking harshly. Your toes curl in your boots, a shrill sound piercing through the room, hands leaving his hair to find the door again, clawing at it, needing to find purchase in something, anything— it feels too fucking good, and it’s too fucking soon for your stomach to be filling with warmth. Your moans heighten in pitch, breath heavier, the leg hanging from his strong arm shaking like a fucking leaf, it would be mortifying how quickly he’s pulling you to the edge if you weren’t so focused on how good it feels. 

With your shoulderblades against the door you roll your hips into him and he meets your movement like he expects it. You watch with lips pried open, and then experimentally roll them again, and he follows your hips with his lips suctioned to your clit. Holding you steady, he watches you while your hips pick up speed, grinding yourself against his face like he was only there for you to use. His eyelids flutter, dilated pupils beneath them like he was enjoying every second of it, like the whole reason he kept you against the door was so you would ride his face. 

“You want me to fuck your face?” you ask, breathless, then you hiss a strangled moan when he nods his head, his nose bumping against your clit. “F-fuck, do that again, do that again.”

Shameless moans and staggered breaths pour from your lips in symphony, fingers back in his roots as he nods his head in rhythm with your hips, his nose hitting your clit perfectly with every stroke. The warmth in your stomach amplifies, abdomen clenching, both of your legs shaking now, your breath catching in your throat. 

He doesn’t stop, nor does he speed up, he keeps the same pace, the same rhythm, you think he can taste your fucking orgasm, it’s so close. You don’t want it to be over, you don’t want to finish but you have no choice with his hands on your body and his nose sliding over your clit. 

Euphoria looms, muscles growing taught, you swear your heart stills in your chest before your orgasm hits like a tidal wave. Your back launches off the wall, curses flying off your tongue, you ride his face like it’s yours and he eats you through it, never once faltering. 

You don’t know how you missed his hands leaving your thighs, the movement was lost somewhere in nirvana, but as one hand travels behind his tongue, two fingers slipping inside you, your body ignites all over again. 

“No,” you whisper, voice shaky beyond belief, eyes wider than saucers. The pleasure was too much, your orgasm hasn’t properly ended yet and his fingers curl perfectly, pressing, massaging against your walls. You’re shaking your head in panic as you stammer, “W-Wooyoung, I can’t– I’m not–”

He finally pulls back for air, his chin soaked in you, eyes hazy. “Give me one more, baby, you can do it again. One more.”

Your legs are shaking, knee threatening to buckle, wobbling where you stand. The rest of you is rigid, high off euphoria, stuck somewhere between foreplay and post-orgasm bliss. “I can’t!” you shriek, hips twitching beyond control, your breath staggered, body in fight or flight. “It’s too much.”

His fingers pump into you steadily, curling into your walls, he gives you only a moment of reprieve before his tongue is poking out between his lips again. 

“F-fuck you,” you grit out as his tongue flicks at your clit, and it makes him smile. The pleasure hurts, overstimulation bleeding into something hot. “You’re– you’re s-such a– fucking asshole– ah!”

The last word is broken by a sharp moan, stars blinding your vision, another orgasm creeping up too quickly for you to breathe. You could shift tectonic plates with how hard you’re shaking, nails surely leaving crescents in the door behind you, your eyes squeeze tight with your jaw pried open as he brings you close to the edge for the second time.

“I’m g-gonna, I’m gonna cum,” you manage to get out, and it’s the last reserve of air in your chest before another orgasm rocks through you. He must be able to tell that you’re legitimately about to cry, because lets you come down slowly, slipping his fingers out of you after pressing one last kiss to your swollen, buzzing clit. 

You deflate into the door, chest heaving, legs still shaking hard enough to shake the entire house. He takes time kissing your thighs after lowering your leg to the floor, your knees, hands roaming your skin, laughing under his breath when your legs don’t let up. 

“Why are you laughing?” you finally croak, running a hand through your hair.

“I think you should sit,” he looks up at you through his brows, pride in his grin, his chin still soaked. “I’m scared that if you try to walk, you’ll fall.”

“Don’t look so smug about it,” you mutter but reach for his shoulders anyway, lowering yourself down to the floor slowly. Around the mid-way point you feel the loss of strength, but you’d rather die than fall in front of him, so you let your nails sink into his shoulders instead.

He sucks in a sharp breath, but reaches for your hips, not touching but holding his hands out, just in case you tumble. You land softly with your knees spread, boots sprawled out behind you, and you quickly reach for your underwear, moving them back into place, then slide your top back over your bra.

Looking up at an uncharacteristically quiet Wooyoung, his eyes are glued between your legs as he sits back on his calves. Heat spreads, shame, need, you aren’t sure. “I’m not fucking you,” you remind him.

“I know,” he nods, eyes sliding back up to yours. He licks his bottom lip, his chin, “Just taking one last look so I can remember the time I ate virgin pussy.”

Your jaw drops as you reach forward to smack his arm, “I am not a fucking virgin!”

“Not anymore,” he smirks, wiping the rest of you off his chin with his thumb. “Everyone’s a virgin before me.”

“I can’t believe I just let you do that,” your palms find your face, shame spreading. “You’re fucking disgusting.”

“Disgusting, maybe, but skilled? Absolutely,” he teases, voice playful. He sucks on his thumb, and then the two fingers that were inside you before musing, “I just made you cum twice and you thank me with insults?”

“Why should I thank you?” You rip your hands from your face that’s scrunched up in revolted confusion. “You asked, and I let you. You should be thanking me.”

“Fair,” he nods, bottom lip folded over. “Thank you for letting me eat your pussy.” Oh, your ears fucking burn. His head tilts back like he’s daydreaming, “Taste so sweet, coulda eaten her for hours. Same time next week?”

This can’t be real. He can’t be real. You shake your head, pushing yourself up from the floor, “I’m getting the fuck out of here.”

“Boring,” he frowns, uncurling his legs from beneath him, his arms stretching behind him. He watches as you try to shove your shaky leg through your pant leg, “You sure you don’t want another one as a parting gift?”

There’s a pang in your gut, arousal mixing with shame, an ugly cocktail prickling at your skin. “Please forget this ever happened,” you look at him earnestly while lacing up your shorts. “This never happened. Okay?”

“Whatever you say, Virgin,” his head falls to his shoulder, cocky amusement radiating off him. “Remember this the next time you have sex and he doesn’t play with you first. Remember how easy it was for me to get you begging.”

Right. He had a point to make, something to prove, and he did. With you. Easily. The words send butterflies swarming through your stomach, a firework show of sparks up your spine and you fucking hate it, how easy it was for him, how easy it was for you to let go. You don’t answer, you reach for the door handle behind you and rip it open instead, he has someone else to fuck tonight. Another name to scratch off his list.

You can’t believe your name is one of them.

Your heart is pounding against your chest as you walk down the hallway, thighs still trembling, you think adrenaline and shame might be the only things keeping you upright. Your ex boyfriend is upstairs, and you just came twice on another man’s face. Wooyoung’s fucking face. Reaching for the handle at the end of the hallway, you let out a verbal sound of frustration before pulling it open.

This should feel liberating. People your age do this every single day, casual sex is normal, but it’s not normal for you. You thought that you could step into Unscripted’s shoes for a night, you thought the two of you might be one person, but you were wrong. This doesn’t feel good. Maybe you chose the wrong person, maybe if you had hooked up with someone else you’d feel better, possibly even proud of yourself for letting go of the strict rules you made for yourself.

Doubtful. You’re a relationship girl for a reason, hooking up with someone you have no ties to just feels… hollow. But that’s how you felt every time you slept with Yeonjun, too.

When was the last time your blood boiled with so much arousal?

You can feel it in your fingertips, mixed with the anger, the shame, you can feel your body itching for more. His fingers inside you, they were enough to make you finish, but they weren’t enough to fill you.

You bee-line for the bar, you need something to take the edge off. Ignoring the naked people on the couch, you refuse to look to see what the fuck they’re doing now, you walk behind the bar and grab a bottle of vodka, pouring at least three shots into a crystal glass. Your fingers are trembling, breath short, body tight with stress. What if people find out? What if your friends find out, all of who have already fucked him? No, he promised not to tell anyone, and you most certainly won’t tell a soul. You take a long sip from the glass, almost choking on the taste, the burn, but it’s necessary. 

You need to stop the panic before it spreads. Is the feeling really anxiety about what you’ve done, or is it just terrifying that a man actually took care of you for maybe the first time in your life? He did exactly what he said he was going to, without expectation of more, and made you feel better than anyone has ever made you feel. Your thighs are still fucking trembling and you didn’t even have sex.

The way he looked up at you, the way he purred so pretty… you send the rest of the glass of vodka back and your body racks a full shiver. That wasn’t about you, that was about proving a point. It wasn’t about you. But is that even possible? Can someone really put that much effort into pleasing a partner if it isn’t about them?

You leave the glass on the bar, making your way through the basement, ignoring the smoke and the people and the laughter and the sound of ping-pong balls bouncing. You’re wearing your shame like a cloak, keeping your head down as you walk up the staircase, back into the screaming living room vibrating with bass. The music has since shifted to house, a bright beat, accompanied by lights and bodies and a maze you need to push through.

All you’ve had is long-term boyfriends, but none of them have made you feel a fraction of what you felt in that room. In that room, you felt wanted, needed, you felt so fucking sexy. Like your pleasure was the only thing that mattered, your body an instrument to be played, he was on his fucking knees to coax you to orgasm. You can’t remember the last time Yeonjun laid down on the bed to attempt to make you cum.

You need to get out of here before you go back down there.

Wooyoung hears your scoff of frustration at the end of the hallway, and he can’t help the way it makes him laugh. Head tipping back, he laughs from his chest, because that’s the only reaction he could have imagined you to have. You just came on his face twice, yet you’re still stuck in your eternal irritation.

He picks himself up, makes sure there’s nothing on his shirt, then leaves the room. He plays eeny-meeny-miny-moe on the doors, then pushes the one he lands on open. To his surprise, not only is he right, but she’s still there, sprawled out across the bed, playing on her phone. 

Her head whips toward the door, smiling, turning on her side when she sees him, “Finally. You’re lucky I didn’t leave.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” He shoots her an apologetic smile, closing the door behind him. “Had to take care of something real quick.”

“Take care of me,” she whines, throwing her phone across the bed, sinking deeper into the mattress, legs prying open. “You promised.”

If his dick wasn’t already rock fucking hard, then it would have jumped at the sight. It still jumps, pressing against his nylon briefs, begging to be let out of his jeans. His hands go to the neck of his tee, tugging it over his head, throwing it at the end of the bed as he walks toward her. “You know I will, baby.”

He can’t kiss her yet, he knows he can’t. So he pulls her by her ankles to the edge of the bed, unbuttons her denim shorts, and kneels.

He meant it, everything he said to you about this being for his pleasure, something he enjoys. You thought he was bluffing, lying, but this is where he loves to be. Of service, on his knees, hearing the sweet song of pleasure that’s like a hymnal in his honor, he adores it. Gets off on it.

Except he’s not hearing it, because he’s too busy thinking. He uses his hand, making her arch, her cries louder, borderline pornographic, he grinds his hips against his jeans, or tries to, he’s starved. He works harder, not in the mood to drag it out, he stills his mind, his body, working at the same pace, using the same pressure until she’s clenching around his fingers, thighs shaking on either side of his head.

“Wanna ride you.” She stops him with a hand on his chest as he crawls over her, and who would he be if he denied a woman of anything? So he lays down beside her, grabs his wallet from his pocket before he shimmies his jeans down his legs, and rolls the condom from his wallet onto his cock. 

She watches like she wasn’t expecting it. But Wooyoung’s had too many experiences, made too many mistakes to not at least put on a fucking rubber.

It’s routine, the dirty talk, his hands on her body. It’s a rhythm, the way she bounces, how his hips snap upward to meet her. It’s a dance, lips, tongues, hands, angles and stretches, the background music cries, moans, grunts, curse words filling the air. 

He wonders if you regret it. You didn’t stay– part of him thought, maybe part of him hoped you would ask for more. That you were curious if he could use his cock as well as he used his mouth. It wasn’t the plan to make you cum twice, but the first one was too quick, and the second was even quicker, he felt like he was in that room for ten minutes, tops. 

He isn’t finished after he fills up the first condom, and to his satisfaction, neither is she. On all fours, Wooyoung behind her, his hands on her hips, fingers sliding up her spine, taking root in her extensions, it was like he had an itch he couldn’t scratch. 

It really was like looking up with a virgin. How timid you were in the beginning before you finally gave in, losing yourself to the pleasure, the way you shook with relief, euphoria… he’ll see that in his dreams tonight. He thinks that’s what has him hooked; knowing what he could do, a physical proof of his own skills.

At a ninety-degree angle, he feels like he’s piercing her. She wails, nails clawing into the bedsheets, toes curling, legs lifting to kick at his thighs, he gets proof of his skills every other day. She clenches around his cock a second time, and he focuses on following, brows furrowed, hips angled.

After tying the second condom and throwing it in the trash, he’s beat. She throws her clothes back on and kisses him goodbye, and it dawns on him that he never got her name. Shame. She was a pretty good fuck. He stares at the ceiling for a few minutes, letting his chest rise and fall until it evens out. He still feels like the scratch isn’t itched, he doesn’t know if his balls have more to spill, or if it doesn’t have to do with sex at all. Did he turn in his assignment before he left the house?

He finds his jeans, pulling out his phone, and on top of the bed, butt-ass naked, he scrolls. He finds your profile after some digging, but he doesn’t follow you, and you’re private. He clicks follow, the button turning to requested, and then he wonders if you’re still at the party. Maybe you re-thought your decision, and were curious about what else he can do with his hands or his mouth. He could probably make you cum without even touching your cute little clit. 

He dresses himself, then passes the series of half-opened doors, those who didn’t mind people who took a step inside and watched the show. The same people who were on the couch, fully having sex now, those that Wooyoung can’t judge because he’s been one of those people his sophomore year. With his hands in his pockets, he makes his way upstairs, and it’s too cloudy, too loud, the multicolored lights too blinding for him to make out any faces at all. 

Oh, well. He’ll try to find at least one of the guys from his frat, instead.

His walk is pointless until he finds San, currently taking a body shot off of a new round of women in the kitchen. He’s shirtless now, and Wooyoung isn’t sure if the sheen on his skin is from sweat or liquor.

“Woo!” he yells, grinning wide. Definitely liquor. “You’re next!”

He looks at the island, the girl laying on her back, and his brows furrow before realization sinks in. “Yunjin?”

“Wooyoung!” she throws an arm out, manicured nails clasping around his wrist. Her top is over her bra, shorts rolled down beneath her belly button, splayed out for anyone who has eyes to see. “Pour him a shot, Sannie.”

“Is Virgin still here?” he finds himself asking, doing his best to sound curious without any ulterior motives. “I mean– your roommate.”

“Nooo.” Yunjin pouts, shaking her head. “She texted me that she wasn’t feeling well, so she went home. Why do you call her that? She’s not even a virgin.”

Wooyoung shrugs, “Close enough.”

Yunjin thins her eyes. “You’re rude.”

“And you’re drunk,” he argues back. “Enjoy Sannie tonight.”

“I will!” she calls after him, and he’s sure none of them watch as he turns, heading for the living room which is a fucking maze, but it’s the only way to the front door. He drank, he fucked, he’s over it. He’s ready to lay his head down and go to sleep– after making sure he turned his assignment in.

He slips through bodies, going through his usual motions. Winking, scouting for next time, making promises he may or may not keep, all of them pretty, all of them hammered. It skeeves him, the idea of hooking up with some piss-drunk girl who won’t remember his name tomorrow. When he fucks, he’s remembered, no ifs, ands, or buts about it.

He finds Mingi lounging on a couch by the door. His hair is a little fucked up, most likely by the girl he’s sitting next to, pretty, olive-toned. Wooyoung recognizes her, and it’s for reasons Mingi wouldn’t enjoy hearing if he's planning on getting laid.

“Hey, baby.” He shoots a wink to the dark-haired woman, then looks at Mingi. “Yunho still here?”

“Oh my god, scandalous.” Mingi’s eyes flare with excitement. “Guess who he went home with?” Wooyoung shrugs, as if to say tell me, I guess. “Virgin.”

Wooyoung’s jaw drops. Mingi laughs, “I know, scandalous, right? He’s had a thing for her since the cuff party.”

“Like, went home together, as in they’re fucking right now?” Wooyoung asks, head shaking in disbelief.

Mingi shrugs, “That’s what it seemed like, I don’t know.”

“Ain’t no way,” Wooyoung laughs under his breath. “Good for her. Didn’t think she had it in her.”

He doesn’t really believe it. There’s no way that you have four bodies in total, and you not only hooked up with Wooyoung tonight, but you’re also hooking up with Yunho. There’s just no way. It’s too out of character, too bold, too… un-virgin-like. He’s going to have to think up a new nickname.

“I’m heading out.” He dips his chin toward Mingi, reaching out a hand for the older man to clasp. “See you.”

He doesn’t wait for Mingi’s returning see you before he turns again, the area around the front door sparse, less bodies, more space to walk through. He doesn’t spot Yeosang’s SUV where he parked it along the street, and he wonders if you and Yunho took it back to the house with the rest of them. 

“Need a ride?” He hears from feet away, a woman’s voice, one he knows.

Minatozaki Sana. He grins, skipping toward the SUV her head was hanging out of, realizing too late that it’s filled with people he’s had sex with. “Ladies,” he announces, nodding his head, looking in through the windows. “Seems we all have something in common.”

“Not me,” the dark-haired one says from the backseat. “Get in or don’t, I’m tired.”

Wooyoung doesn’t think twice about climbing into the backseat, sitting on the end, next to Momo. The drive is quiet for the most part, Sana focused as she drove, Nayeon in her passenger seat. In the back was the dark-haired woman, Momo, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu who was sitting on the dark-haired one’s lap. A tight squeeze, but Wooyoung has fit in tighter, like Chaeyoung, sitting beside Momo.

She pulls up at the curb of his frat, parking the car, and not a single head turns to Wooyoung. It doesn’t feel hostile, though; every woman in this car was well aware who Wooyoung is when he fucked them. 

“Goodnight, ladies,” he teases as he climbs out of the passenger seat. He winks before closing the door, pointing at the tattooed, dark-haired woman in the middle, “Chae, text me later.”

The car erupts as he jogs away, and he smirks to himself, kinda wishing he could listen. He opens the front door with purpose and the living room is empty, the kitchen empty. He wonders if they’re in Yunho’s room. He doesn’t know why he’s tip-toeing up the stairs, or why he feels like he’s doing something wrong. He’s just curious.

He passes his room, tip-toeing further, praying to fucking god he doesn’t step on one of the squeaky parts of the floor. He just wants to know. He presses his back to the wall beside Yunho’s room, craning his head closer to the crack, straining to hear anything. A moan, a grunt, a whimper. Anything. 

But there’s nothing.

“The fuck are you doing?” 

He jumps, clasping a hand over his mouth, eyes almost falling out of their sockets. Hongjoong eyes him from across the hallway, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, completely confused.

“Nothing, fuck,” he mutters as he jumps away from Yunho’s door. “I wanted to see if he was still up.”

“No, he went back to that virgin girl’s house, the one you guys are always talking about.” He’s using his hand as he speaks, clearly annoyed like he’d just woken up. “I heard someone creeping, I thought we were getting robbed by one of your scorned hookups.”

“I don’t have any scorned hookups, asshole,” Wooyoung scoffs as he walks past him, towards his room. “They all know very well that I’m romantically unavailable.”

“Not all of them,” Hongjoong looks over his shoulder. “Trust me.”

“Virgin!”

Your brows furrow, head turning every which way in the midst of the maze, bodies surrounding you, none you recognize. It’s like a fucking nightclub and you’re in someone’s house. Can’t they get fined for this?

A hand on your wrist has you whipping around, ready to tell whoever it is to fuck off. Blonde hair greets you, sticking to his forehead, a loose tee leaving another sliver of skin before his baggy, wide-leg jeans. You yell over the music, “Do you have any shirts that fit you?”

“I like them this way!” Yunho yells back, his grin wide. “Are you okay?”

Your head tilts, brows furrowing. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Your blood that was boiling minutes ago seems to settle, slowing into something calmer. The heat shifts from arousal to the comfort of vodka, a warm blanket, like a hole was drilled into your head, setting the pressure free. 

He shakes his head, his shoulders relaxing. “Nothing. You look pretty.”

“Thanks, so do you,” you smile, head tilting, giddy all of the sudden. “I mean, not pretty, you look–”

“No, I’ll take it,” he cuts you off, still holding onto your wrist. “I like pretty. Yunjin was looking for you, but do you wanna dance?” You glance around to the crowd, it really is like a fucking nightclub. People are grinding, jumping to the music, like the beat was hypnotizing them all. You start to shake your head, but Yunho cuts you off, “Don’t say no.”

Your lips flatten, caught in the act. “I’m not a dancer!”

“Liar,” he yells back, his smile impossibly wider, brighter. He tugs on your wrist, dragging you further into the crowd and you giggle as if you weren’t just tweaking the fuck out. “Follow my lead.”

Finding an open spot between bodies, thighs still twitching and lacking their full strength, you follow his lead. His hips sway from side to side, and he watches as yours try to mimic his, focused. He pops a brow, “Follow my lead, don’t copy me.”

“What the fuck else does follow my lead mean?” you bark back, standing straight again, hands on your hips, unmoving.

“Your body is as stiff as your attitude,” he yells, shaking his head as he removes your hands from your hips, replacing them with his own. Your arms shoot upward, bent over your chest, eyes glued to where his hands swallow your hipbones, moving you closer to him, shifting you slightly to the side so your shoulders line up. “Now do it again.”

You bend your knees, arms lowering, eyes lifting to see him. He grins, “Try actually moving to the beat, Virgin.”

“Do you have to call me that, too?” you frown, but listen, waiting a beat to start swaying your hips again. “I’m suffering enough right now.”

“That’s what they all call you, San, Wooyoung.” Your cheeks feel hot at the sound of his name, that same burning kissing up your spine. Your back arches into the movement. Yunho grins, “There you go, you’re learning.”

Yunho’s leg between yours… if you lowered yourself just a little, you’d be transported to fifteen minutes ago, when you were grinding yourself against Wooyoung’s thigh. Is the mere mention of his name going to send you free diving into your memories for the rest of your life?

Yunho’s hands find your hips again, leaning close to your ear. “He’s here.”

“I know,” your brows furrow. I spent fifteen minutes with him in a sex room. “I saw him.”

“Is that why you stopped dancing on the counter?” Yunho pulls back, hands sliding up to your waist, keeping you moving. “Not a dancer, my ass. Who cares if he’s here? Let him see you.”

“Why would I stop because of Wooyoung?” you ask, running your hands through your hair, arching into Yunho’s touch, letting the music guide you instead.

Yunho’s brows furrow. “Wooyoung?”

Your smile is lazy, “Who else?”

“Your ex.” Yunho’s fully confused now. “Are you drunk?”

“Oh!” Your eyes blow wide, smile dropping. “Yes, yeah, I drank… I drank a lot.” Right right right, tonight started off with you worried about seeing Yeonjun. “I didn’t want to see him, it’s not that I didn’t want him to see me.”

“I saw him with another guy.” Yunho’s lips snag to one side. “Is that why you broke up?”

You nod. “Caught ‘em in bed together.”

Yunho’s jaw falls open, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you say in a sigh, head tipping backward, and somewhere deep inside you, you mean it. “At least I don’t have to marry him anymore.”

Yunho laughs, his grip on your waist tighter with your head dipped backward. “You don’t want to get married?”

“When I’m old enough,” you’re smiling as you bring your head upright, reaching for Yunho’s biceps. You think the vodka might be hitting you now. “I’m not old enough yet, just wanna have fun.”

“Are you having fun now?” Yunho sounds playful, teasing. He pulls you closer to him, your abdomen against his. “Dancing?”

You bring one hand up to his neck, palm grazing his soft, sweaty skin, wondering if he’s anything like Wooyoung. Does he view sex the same way? Something casual, fun, like a hobby? If he found out that your boyfriend never cared enough to make you finish, would he get on his knees for you, too?

There’s still an ache in the pit of your stomach, space Wooyoung’s fingers had left, you want more. The thrum beneath your skin that you’re confused, maybe even disgusted by, has the wires of your brain tangled, like all the rules you made for yourself no longer exist, a wall broken down. 

You nod, eyelids heavier, catching your bottom lip between your teeth. Yunho’s different from Wooyoung, softer, kinder. Like he’s capable of more than one night with a woman, he’s capable of feeling, he’s interested in knowing. He looks at you like he’s curious, like there’s more to you than the girl with a boyfriend, the girl who got cheated on, the Virgin. 

Wooyoung was just interested in seeing how fast he could make you finish, and Yeonjun was just interested in getting you out of his bed so Beomgyu could take your place. Yunho seems to be interested in you.

“Do you want something to… take your mind off the situation?” His cheeks turn a dusty rose color, clear under the lights that flicker white. His lips curl, “Or is dancing enough fun?”

“Is it bad if I do?” you find yourself asking. “Want a distraction?”

The distraction is for two completely separate purposes, you think.

He shakes his head, smile growing, leaning closer to you. “Is it bad that I’ve wanted to kiss you since the night of the cuff party?”

“I wish you had,” you whisper. “Trust me.”

He smiles before leaning in, pressing his lips to meet yours, and there’s a fraction of the haste Wooyoung used. It’s slow, a curious exploration, like he isn’t sure if you’re fully okay with this and he doesn’t want to push you too far. Your hand on his neck slides up into his hair, the other glued to his bicep following as his hands lead down to your hips, keeping you moving to the music. 

He tastes like beer, but there’s a sweetness to it, like he was chewing gum, or took a shot of something flavored. Your tongue slips between his lips, tasting him, bending toward him, you’re sure he can taste your desperation, your need. The part of you still left unsatisfied.

“You taste like vodka,” he whispers into your mouth, his lips still touching yours.

You smile, a breath of amusement tumbling off your lips, “Caught.”

He kisses you again, harder this time, using his height to tip you backward. Your hips tilt toward him, arms hooked around his shoulders, meeting his pace with a need of your own. His hands sneak around you, taking two fistfuls of your ass, grinding you into him and it forces a sharp gasp from your lips, a streak of red-hot warmth up your spine.

You’re too aware of the people around you. You need more, and you need it now, but you don’t need extra eyes watching it all unfold.

“Yunho,” you whisper through your panting.

“Mind all empty yet?” he muses, smiling.

Yes, this is about you. This is about you.

“No,” you bite your lip, pecking his lips again. “Gonna need more than that, I think.”

“Don’t worry,” he leans in close, teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “I’m good at making pretty girls go dumb.”

“Let’s go,” you blurt, hands finding his wrists, holding onto them. “Jen will stay out late, I wanna go, let’s go to my apartment.”

“Are you sure?” His brows raise, raising his arms you were still holding onto. “You– are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” You’re nodding rapidly, and maybe you’re trying to convince yourself, too. “You said you wanted to be my distraction, right?”

“I do, but you’re–”

“I’m fine,” you drop his wrists. “I promise. Let’s go.”

He nods, hands finding your shoulders, turning you around before he guides you through the crowd. With his height, he can see where to move, where the small pockets of space are, and there’s a part of you that kinda enjoys not having to think, that likes just being guided in the right direction, without having to figure out for yourself what it is.

“Those are my friends,” he says in your ear, guiding you toward four guys standing together. All pretty small, there’s one with bright, orange hair, a blonde one, a taller one with dark hair, and one you recognize from the night at the Penny.

The blonde sees you and Yunho first. “Good timing, if you’re looking for a ride.”

You can hear Yunho’s grin behind you, “We are, but it’s to her place.”

The brunette stares you down, brows knitted together like there are many pieces floating around and not one of them is being put together. You keep a small smile on your cheeks, not in the mood to explain.

Yunho puts his elbow on your shoulder, pointing at each one of the men in front of you. “Hongjoong, Yeosang, Seonghwa, Jongho.”

You nod, storing the information for later, and introduce yourself. Jongho asks, “Don’t they call you Virgin?”

Your lips flatten. “Unfortunately.”

The three other heads look up to Yunho, confused, maybe concerned. Yunho quickly fixes the misconception, “She’s not a virgin, Wooyoung came up with it.”

Then there’s a chorus of ah’s like that just makes sense to them or something. And knowing Wooyoung, you guess it makes sense to you, too. Fuck. You don’t want to think about him right now.

“Guys!” Another man approaches, massively tall like Yunho, but thicker with muscle. His hair is dark, short, choppy, in a hot way. The sunglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose are really doing something for you. He asks, “Have you guys seen Sannie?”

“I heard there’s a stripper pole in one of the side rooms,” Seonghwa responds, his voice cool, calm. “Check there.”

The man pushes his sunglasses over his head, and you realize he’s noticed you, standing small in front of Yunho. His eyes thin out as he asks, “Is this Virgin?”

Your lips flatten again. Does everyone know now? Is this becoming a thing?

“In the flesh,” you respond, then ask, “Who are you?”

“Mingi,” he says, grinning from ear to ear. “You’re really cute.” He looks up at Yunho. “She’s really cute.”

“I know,” Yunho says from behind you, matching Mingi’s tone, filled with giddiness. They must be close. Yunho turns to the rest of the group, “Are we going? Can we go?”

“Please,” Hongjoong says, already making for the front door.

It’s like they’re split down the middle, the introverted ones and the extroverted ones. Although, you don’t really think Wooyoung is extroverted, you think he might just be a whore. Fuck. You did it again.

Yeosang’s SUV is parked at the end of the driveway, you give him your address for him to put into the GPS after squeezing into the backseat, knee bouncing. In the crowd, with his lips, his hands on you, you were certain you wanted this. A thousand percent certain. Now, it’s more like… five hundred percent.

The ride to your apartment is quiet, Jongho already asleep by the time Yeosang dropped you off, even if the drive was only seven minutes long. Hongjoong looked like he was drifting, too, his eyes half open. You thanked Yeosang and climbed out, Yunho following you up to the second floor.

Your kitchen still had remnants of your pregame scattered across it, and you can only imagine what your bedroom looks like. Then it dawns on you that you had another man’s mouth on you an hour ago. 

“I’m gonna go freshen up,” you tell Yunho, hoping your smile doesn’t look nervous. You point to your door, “My bedroom is right through there.”

You skip into your bathroom, immediately turning on the shower and undressing. The water may be hot, but it might as well be ice cold with how reality is pouring over your head, and there’s a man in your fucking bedroom. A man you barely know. 

And you made him come here.

You shower quickly, washing the remnants of Wooyoung off of you, and then swish some mouthwash around, removing him from you completely. You feel better after, but there’s still a level of uncertainty that you can’t shake. 

In your towel, you walk back to your bedroom, and he’s poking around on your shelf, looking at all of your figures, your trinkets, your music albums. “Hi,” you say from the doorway, and he jumps back like you scared him. 

“Fuck,” he clutches his heart with a laugh. He points to your figures, “You like Jujutsu Kaisen?”

“No, I just love Gojo,” you tease, stepping into your room. “Have you seen the new season?”

“Yes,” his smile spreads, excitement in his eyes. Like a puppy. “Still don’t understand the Culling Games, though.”

“Then you aren’t reading enough Reddit threads,” you respond, tone snarky. His eyes sink down to your towel, your bare feet. Your lips scrunch to one side, heartbeat picking up, “Will you be mad at me if I maybe changed my mind?”

His face immediately bends into concern, “No, fuck no, are you kidding? Do you want me to go? Yeosang is definitely still awake, I can ask him–”

“No,” you interject. “I don’t know if it’s weird, and I understand if not, but… you don’t have to go. I just don't want to… do anything until I know you a little better, if that’s okay.”

He walks toward you with a genuine smile, one so comforting that it makes the unease in your chest disappear. “Of course that’s okay, it’s not weird at all. You’re lucky I saw the Gojo figures, though, ‘cuz I might have left if I didn’t know I’d be sleeping beside them.”

“Don’t fucking rob me.” You raise a finger between your bodies in warning. “I paid, like, four hundred bucks for the prison realm one.”

“Let me take a picture and I won’t,” he argues, raising a finger back at you. “Do you want me to step out while you change?”

“Oh.” You look down at your towel then back up at him. “Sure, whatever, that’s fine.”

He does step out while you change into a pair of shorts and a tee, clean ones you got from the clean pile of laundry in the corner of your room. That pile was growing smaller by the day. You climb into your bed, calling him back in, and he joins you so comfortably it’s almost like he belongs here. He radiates comfort, kindness, nothing like the fuckboy energy Wooyoung gives off, or the detached energy Yeonjun has. 

“Wanna watch TV? We can order a pizza or something,” you wonder, looking over at Yunho lounged out next to you, his arms behind his head, jeans still on his body. “I might have an old pair of Yeonjun’s sweatpants or something.”

You crawl off the bed without waiting for an answer, digging through your drawers. Finally finding an old pair of dark green sweatpants that were absolutely Yeonjun’s, you throw them at him, and he catches them swiftly as he sits up. “Are these from Urban?”

You shrug from the floor, “I dunno. They look long enough, though.”

Yunho stands, unbuckling his belt, then unzips his jeans. You know you should give him privacy, but he’s in briefs, and even soft– even soft he would probably tear you apart. He hears your intake of breath, looking up, then a smirk tugs at his lips as he pulls the sweats up his legs. “Are you peeping, you fuckin’ pervert?”

“I’m sorry!” you squeak, cheeks flushing, quickly looking away. 

“You can look,” he says coolly, his voice a genuine threat to your wellbeing. “I don’t mind.”

You still ache. “I’m just happy I got a warning.”

He laughs at that, from his chest, genuine. “You think you need one?”

You still don’t turn your head. “I know I do. I need… preparation for that.”

“Why so shy?” You hear the bed squeak like he’s laying back down, and reluctantly, you turn your head. He’s on his side, head propped up on his hand, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “First time seeing a dick in real life? Don’t tell me you’re really a virgin.”

“No, asshole,” you scowl, standing up, even though you know he’s joking. You press a knee to the mattress, crawling toward him. “Yours is just terrifyingly large.”

“Terrifyingly?” He grins, laying on his back as you crawl closer to him, the upper half of your body leaning over him. “I think you’ll be able to take it, when you’re ready. I’ll prepare you.”

“We were supposed to be hooking up,” you frown, sitting back on your calves. “I feel bad making you wait.”

He shakes his head, “I’m patient, and I like you. I don’t mind waiting.” His face drops after he realizes what he just said. “I know you just got out of a relationship, please don’t get freaked out. I mean I like you in a friendly way, not in a serious way, I’m not trying–”

You laugh, head dipping forward. “You basically just met me, Yunho.”

“I had a lot of time to snoop in here,” he answers, looking around your room. “I can tell you’re cool.”

“You can tell from my four hundred dollar Gojo figure?” You pop a brow, still laughing a little.

“That, and your music taste, and your other anime figures,” he grins. “Great music taste, great taste in anime, terrible taste in men. Besides me, of course.”

You laugh again, then decide to shut him up by leaning down, pressing a kiss to his lips. His hands come up to your cheeks as you kiss him deeper, moving your hair out of the way, shifting so you can crawl over him easier. Your tongue splits his lips and his knees bend, hands moving to your hips, shifting you forward to what you presume is away from his length.

You stop kissing him before it gets any heavier, and press your forehead to his. “You’re cool, too. For waiting.”

“Wooyoung is the only asshole in our frat,” he looks at you, his eyes honest, warm. “He shouldn’t represent the rest of us.”

The evil part of you hopes he represents them in the one area it matters.

“Let’s order pizza,” you smile, crawling off his torso.

he possessed an innate ability to make you laugh, a deep, rumbling chuckle of his own pulling you back to earth whenever sadness became too heavy a weight to bear.

he took pride in pampering you, routinely standing over the stove to cook your absolute favorite meals from scratch, and always surprising you with the little things you loved just to see your eyes light up.

so when your best friend called after what felt like an absolute eternity, you naturally had to fill her in on every single detail of your life. she had only ever met him once, a brief and slightly chaotic introduction right after the two of you had officially started going out together, and she’d been practically begging for a proper update ever since.

the conversation started off normal enough, a flurry of catching up and exchanging casual life updates, but the comfortable rhythm didn't last long before she slyly guided the topic exactly where you knew it would inevitably go.

"so... what about... you know... " your friend said, trailing off suggestively as her voice dropped into a whisper. you could practically imagine her smirking behind the screen.

"what about what ?" you asked, a small smile already tugging at your lips as you settled yourself into the quiet corner of the hallway.

your best friend heaved a sigh, knowing very well that she would have to spell it out for you.

"what about his dick game, babes ? i mean, let's be real — the man literally looked like he'd fuck the living daylight out of you." she giggling slyly.

oh god, this woman —

a fierce, instant blush creeped up your neck as you recalled your first time with changbin. your mind immediately drifted back to that night — the soft glow of the lamp, the quiet hum of the room, and the way his massive, heavily muscled frame had hovered over yours with an almost impossible lightness. he was so soft, treating you as if you were precious, handling you with utmost care, with all the gentleness you deserved.

you remembered his large, calloused hands tracking down your sides with a touch so gentle it made you ache, his deep voice whispering sweet, reverent promises against your skin as he slowly made love to you.

and that's how it had been every single time since. changbin made soft love with you, anchoring you with his affection, and you loved him for it.

"honestly ? it's not like that at all," you laughed softly, leaning your head back against the wall as the warmth in your cheeks deepened. "he’s actually incredibly sweet with me. so gentle and attentive. he treats me like i'm the most precious thing in the world, always taking his sweet time."

"seriously ?" she gasped, a playful, high-pitched laugh filtering through the line. "i mean, that's adorable and you totally deserve it." then she sing songed "but look at the size of him. he looks like the type who would just completely pin you down, lock you in place, and take absolute control, and you're telling me he's just a big softie ?"

your throat suddenly went completely dry.

you had always adored how tenderly he handled you, but her unfiltered words instantly sparked a vivid, flashing image in your mind that you had genuinely never considered before.

changbin... using his actual strength.

changbin... totally dominating the space

changbin... letting go of his tight restraint, and locking you down helplessly under his heavy weight.

a sudden, heavy wave of heat pooled low in your stomach, making your thighs press together instinctively.

"i mean — yeah, he really is a softie," you murmured, your voice dropping a little as your eyes drifted toward the kitchen doorway.

you bit your lower lip, watching his massive silhouette through the frame. "i never really thought about him like that. he’s just always so careful because he loves me. but — hearing you say it, god — that actually sounds... really good."

"right ? trust me, there is no way a guy built like that doesn't know exactly how to take charge," she teased, clearly enjoying the breathless hitch in your reaction.

"anyway, babes, i've gotta run — let's catch up in person soon ! i'll get you those chocolates you love."

"i'll hold you onto that ! " you giggled, "let's meet soon, babes." you spoke, lowering the phone but keeping it pressed tight against your chest as you hung up.

your heart was hammering a frantic, erratic rhythm against your ribs. you adored his sweetness — it was your favorite thing about him — but now that the image of a dominant, unyielding changbin was planted in your head, it refused to leave.

it was hot, intoxicating, and it made you crave something you hadn't even realized you were missing. you wanted to see that side of him. you wanted to know what it felt like to completely lose control to him.

you slowly walked over to the kitchen threshold, leaning your shoulder against the wooden frame to watch him finish up dinner.

changbin was standing by the stove, his back completely turned to you. he was wearing a simple, fitted black tank top — an absolute crime of a shirt that did nothing to hide the sheer breadth of his shoulders, or the thick heavy taper of his waist.

every time he moved, the dense muscle of his back shifted beautifully under the fabric, his heavy biceps flexing with the slightest movement. he was pure, raw power, built like a brick wall and capable of easily lifting you with a single hand.

but as you stood there taking him in, you noticed the rhythm of his cooking had completely stopped.

his large hands were resting flat on the counter, and those wide shoulders were locked tight. a sharp, undeniable line of tension ran straight down his spine.

the warm, crinkling smile that always softened his fierce silhouette was completely missing. instead, his jaw was set so hard a muscle ticked in his cheek, and his dark eyes were hooded, fixed entirely on yours with a heavy, dangerous intensity you had never seen directed at you before. it made your chest tighten instantly, your breath catching in your throat.

"binnie ?" you asked softly, a sudden flutter of nerves mixing with the deep, heavy ache in your belly. "is everything okay ?"

slowly, deliberately, he turned around.

he didn't say a word. he just reached down and slowly clicked the stove knob off, cutting the low hum of the flame. the sudden silence in the apartment made your pulse spike.

he took one slow, heavy step toward you, then another, his massive frame completely crowding your vision as he shut down the remaining distance between you until he was looming over you.

"who was that on the phone baby ?" his voice dropped an octave, a low, gravelly rumble so deep it vibrated straight against your ribs.

"just... my best friend," you breathed, your spine pressing flush against the doorframe as he stepped directly into your personal space, his heat radiating off him in waves.

"and what exactly is it that sounds so good ?" changbin didn't touch you yet, but his massive shadow completely buried you against the wall.

his gaze dropped to your lips, tracking the way they parted as you gasped, then locked back onto your eyes, fierce and unblinking. "something about me pinning you down ? wanting to see me take control ?"

a fierce rush of blood turned your cheeks completely crimson. he had heard every single word.

"i was just talking to her, i didn't think —"

"you think i don't want to ?" he cut you off, his voice dropping even lower, rough, dominant, and commanding. he finally reached out, his thick, calloused fingers gripping your chin with an absolute authority that forced your head back, making you look directly into his dark gaze.

"i spend every single second with you keeping my hands light because i love you so much. i play nice and hold myself back because you're the most precious thing in the world to me. but if you're standing out there admitting that you want me to take charge..."

his thumb pressed firmly against your lower lip, forcing your mouth open slightly as his eyes darkened completely, stripping away the gentle boyfriend act entirely. "if you're ready to see that side of me, princess, you better be ready for the weight of it."

before you could even draw a breath to reply, changbin’s hands slid down, locking like iron bands right beneath your thighs. with one sharp, effortless pull, he hoisted you completely off the kitchen floor. you gasped, your hands flying to his broad shoulders as your legs instinctively caught around his thick waist.

he slammed your back hard against the hallway wall, his dense chest pressing you so hard into the plaster you could feel the heavy, erratic thud of his heart matching your own.

"changbin—"

"quiet," he muttered, nipping fiercely at your bottom lip, a sharp, possessive bite that had you whining against his mouth. his large fingers dug deep into the flesh of your thighs, anchoring you firmly against his hips so you could feel the rigid proof of how much he wanted you.

"you wanted to see what it's like when i take control. you got it. from right now, you don't get to ask me to slow down, and you don't get a break. you're entirely mine tonight. understand ?"

you could only nod, your fingers clutching blindly at the fabric of his tank top, completely consumed by the heavy, dominant heat radiating off him. a slow, satisfied smirk broke the hard line of his face as he carried you effortlessly down the dark hall toward the bedroom.

changbin placed you on the bed, the mattress bouncing under you as you found him looking at you. his eyes still carried the same love for you, just dipped in a need that had surfaced after hearing those words falling from your lips.

he had heard you whispering under your breath, as if the mere thought had your brain reeling.

"pin m-me down.... t-take absolute control ?"

and hearing you say those words ? it had already altered his brain chemistry.

his pretty pillow princess wanted to be pinned down ? wanted to be dominated ? wanted to be controlled ?

oh, he could absolutely do that for you.

before you could process any movement, your legs are splayed wide open and in between them, sat kneeling your boyfriend.

"you wanted to be controlled ? you'll get what you ask for princess."

as your dress got hiked up, changbin pulled your panties aside and in an instant, two thick fingers filled your pussy. a loud, broken gasp tore from your throat, your back instantly arching off the sheets.

it was so sudden. so thick.

you weren't used to him being this blunt, this heavy, and the sheer fullness of him stretching you open made your mind go completely blank. your hands flew straight to his chest, fingers twisting into his black tank top just to stay grounded.

"changbin, h-ha..." you breathed out, your hips shuddering completely against his knuckles.

"fuck — soaking f'me baby ? didn't know princess wanted to lose control that bad — just lay pretty for me now hm ? i'm gonna take so good care of you."

he didn't even give you time to answer. his other hand came down flat against your stomach, his heavy palm anchoring you down into the mattress. he didn't lean away — he loomed right over you, his broad chest blocking out the entire bedroom, trapping you completely under his massive frame.

then, he started to move.

he pushed his fingers in deep, curling them hard against your sweet spot with a relentless, heavy rhythm. you let out a high whine, your heels digging into the mattress as you tried to move with him, but his grip on your waist tightened, locking you completely in place. he was a literal wall of muscle between your thighs, utterly unbothered by how much you were trembling beneath him.

"look at you," changbin rumbled, his voice dropping into that dark, gravelly register that made your core clench. his eyes were hooded, fixed entirely on your face as he watched your cheeks flush, your lips part, and your eyes flutter shut. "so tight for me. you love this, don't you ?"

"y-yes... bin, please," you whimpered, completely helpless against the friction, the heavy ache inside you building so fast it was making your vision blur.

"i'm not letting you go yet," he whispered, leaning down until his lips brushed the sensitive skin of your neck, his fingers driving into you faster, harder, completely overriding your senses. "you wanted absolute control, princess. now just stay still and take it for me."

you clawed onto his thick biceps, completely drunk on the pleasure of this new persona of his. but there was one thing you were still craving. his cock.

"bin — fuck please — nghhh"

changbin curled his fingers deep, his fingertips directly kissing the spongy part in your sopping pussy, cupping it in place making you squirm helplessly against his heavy hand.

"what princess ? you saying something ?"

"mmmpf fuck bin — n-need your cock — p-please baby"

"as you wish princess," he said.

his clothes were quickly forgotten, discarded blindly in the dark room until he stood between your legs again. the thick mushroom tip of his cock slightly nestled between your puffy folds, twitching against your heat.

"you wanted to be pinned, princess ? now take it like a good girl, hm ?"

changbin's hands came down, locking like iron bands around your wrists and pinning them securely above your head, completely trapping you beneath him. before you could even catch your breath, he thrust his cock into you in one full go.

jesus fucking christ.

you were so full, every single nerve of yours screaming his name. the feeling was entirely too overwhelming, a pure, stretching ache that completely shattered your mind. he was buried right up to the hilt, the blunt tip kissing your cervix as you arching your back off the sheets.

"ahhh! f-fuck, bin—ngh-ahhh... yes, right there!" you screamed out, a loud, breathless moan tearing from your throat, your toes curling tight into the mattress.

"fuck, you're so warm," changbin groaned, his voice dropping into a rough, feral rumble as he held your wrists down harder, his massive frame heaving against yours.

the heavy, unyielding weight of him came down fully, burying you beneath his chest as he began to move. there was no hesitation this time, no holding back. changbin held your wrists pinned tight above your head, his thick fingers locking you down effortlessly as he pulled back and drove right back into you, hard and deep.

the bed frame groaned against the wall with the sudden, bruising force of his first real thrust.

he was absolutely railing you into the mattress, a relentless, heavy rhythm that had your hips shaking and your head banging back into the pillows with every single strike. he was pure, dense power, his massive thighs crashing against yours with a loud, wet smack that echoed through the quiet bedroom.

his cock drove into you again.

and again.

and again.

it was a brutal, unyielding pace, stretching you out completely until each of his thick veins was deeply imprinted on your gummy walls. the friction was intense, a white-hot spark traveling straight from your core to your brain.

"oh fuck... mmmh, b-bin —" you broke apart under him, your head tossing wildly on the pillow as you tried to swallow the thick wave of heat rolling over you. "too much, it's — nghh — too good..."

"look at me," changbin growled, a low, demanding rumble against your ear that had your eyes flying open. his face was flushed, his jaw tight, but his gaze was still dripping with that same fierce affection. he leaned down, pressing a hard, possessive kiss to your lips before drawing back to look deep into your eyes. "look at me, princess. you are whose tonight, hm ? tell me."

"y-yours... ah ! fuck, i'm yours !"

"damn right," he groaned, his eyes darkening as he gripped your wrists even tighter, pinning them flush against the headboard while he threw his weight into another brutal, deep thrust that hit your sweet spot perfectly.

you let out a loud, shattered moan, your entire body trembling as he completely took over your senses, driving you straight to heaven.

he was fucking you so well, so incredibly hard, but even in the middle of the rough, bruising pace, his touch carried that undeniable soft-dom care. his chest rubbed against yours, his large body completely enveloping you, protecting you from the very pace he was creating between your legs.

"you're mine, yea ? my pretty princess," changbin whispered roughly, his breath hot and ragged against your neck as he nipped at your pulse point, his hips never slowing down for a single second. "i've wanted you like this for so long. take it all for me, baby. just take it."

he didn't give you a single second to recover. his hips kept pounding into yours, a steady, punishing heat that had your inner muscles clamping around him in tight, desperate waves. he kept your arms locked up high, using his absolute physical dominance to set the pace, making sure you felt every single ounce of his massive frame.

he was completely taking control, pinning you down so hard you couldn't move an inch, forcing you to just lay pretty and absorb the sheer size of him. you were right on the edge, your whole body wound up so tight it ached, completely helpless under the weight of his relentless thrusts.

"bin — i'm gonna... f'fuck, i'm crashing," you sobbed out, your fingers clutching blindly at the sheets as your hips tilted up instinctively, begging for that final push.

"cum for me, princess, drench my cock." he commanded, his voice raw and completely frayed.

he picked up the pace, his thick thighs slamming into yours even harder, driving deep and fast into your slick heat. that was the breaking point. your core clenched around him violently as a massive, blinding orgasm tore through you. you screamed his name, your eyes rolling back as your entire body shook with the release, your inner walls squeezing him in tight, rhythmic spasms.

hearing you shatter under him was exactly what pushed him over. changbin let out a deep, guttural growl, his muscles locking tight as he drove inside you one last time, burying himself to the absolute hilt. his head buried into the crook of your neck, his chest heaving violently as he filled you completely, his own release hitting him so hard his whole massive frame trembled against yours.

he stayed there for a long moment, buried deep inside you, his heartbeat hammering a frantic rhythm right against your chest as the aftershocks slowly rippled through both of you.

finally, he let out a long, ragged breath and eased himself down, pulling out of you with a soft grunt and collapsing onto the mattress right beside you. the heavy, intense friction was gone, leaving your body tingling and completely spent as you both tried to catch your breath in the quiet room.

changbin rolled onto his side, tugging you close until your back was flush against his chest. his big arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you into his warmth as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the back of your neck. all that heavy, dominant energy had completely vanished, replaced by the familiar, sweet boyfriend who just wanted to hold you.

he rubbed his hand up and down your side, his touch gentle as he looked down at your dazed face. a lazy, playful smirk tugged at his lips.

"so what next ? you want to be manhandled ?"

well, that does sound nice, doesn't it ?

kysa's note: here with the first bin fic and i became very passionate about this (edited this too many times so i'm just finally putting it out) lemme know what you think about it, xoxo !

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"hey ! i'm chan," his voice a low melodic hum, "i guess we'll be sharing this flat."

you shuffled your feet awkwardly and offered a smile, "oh- hi ! i'm y/n, it's nice to meet you, uh — chan."

and that was how you ended up sharing a university flat with the most devastatingly handsome man you had ever laid eyes upon.

chan was a great flatmate — exceptional, honestly. he possessed a kindness that felt both effortless and deeply intentional, manifesting in the smallest, sweetest gestures. he would offer to buy your groceries, even arranging them in the pantry. once he learnt about your favourite snacks — always in the grocery list you gave him before thanking him profusely — he'd make sure to keep them stocked. it became a routine; the comforting crinkle of a fresh bag of chips waiting for you, or the silent, sweet reminder of a fresh water bottle left by your bedroom door to ensure you stayed hydrated.

naturally, you did your best to reciprocate. you kept the common areas spotless and grabbed his favorite coffee on your way home. you’d pick up little things here and there — a candle he liked the scent of, or a new dish soap — hoping your actions spoke louder than your words. but mostly, you tried to be a 'good' flatmate by hiding the massive crush you had developed on him.

was it really your fault though ?

was any human being actually designed to withstand this much temptation ?

he was just the perfect blend of genuine kindness and pure devastation. it was impossible for you to function with him in your line of sight. when he lounged around in a tank top, it was like a master class in human anatomy — every muscle sculpted and defined. and god bless whoever invented the compression shirts he wore for his gym sessions, because wow — the way the fabric clung to his frame should have been a public health hazard. then there was the way he’d just settle onto the sofa, knees wide, manspreading. it was enough to make your brain short-circuit every single time. you had never felt this distracted, this enamoured by someone, but he — he was all you could think about. in a flat meant for two, chan had somehow managed to take up every inch of your headspace.

but you couldn't bring yourself to act on it.

of course the guy was a fucking michelin star meal and you'd love to eat him up — but you were convinced he was just being the world’s nicest guy. you weren't about to ruin a perfectly good living situation because you were delusional. your heart was screaming for him, but your logic was playing it safe.

today was supposed be no different. the lectures had been long and you were exhausted, to say the least. since chan was usually stuck in his own classes at this time, you figured the apartment was your private sanctuary. you had traded your denims and jacket for a soft oversized shirt with nothing underneath, heading to the bathroom to wash your face.

but as you turned towards the sink, your brain short-circuited. your eyes hit a pair of solid, damp legs first. before you could even process why there was a person in your 'empty' home, your gaze traveled upwards, and —

oh.

chan stood in front of you, fresh out of the shower with nothing but a towel hanging dangerously low around his waist. his blonde wet hair was slicked back as tiny droplets of water were racing down his torso, tracing the deep, insane curves of his muscles before disappearing into the folds of the towel.

you were pretty sure you were salivating.

in fact, you were reasonably certain your soul had actually left your body and was currently vibrating somewhere on the bathroom ceiling.

mortified by the fact that you were blatantly staring, you snapped out of the stupor. a string of frantic, nonsensical apologies tumbled from your lips as you bolted for your room, slamming the door shut with a deafening thud.

the next day, you changed your entire routine to avoid him at all costs. you left for university before he woke up and returned when he had left for his late-evening gym sessions. you couldn't bare to meet his eyes and you needed distraction from the mental loop of his damp, glistening skin.

so you drowned yourself in academics, joined debate club, and loaded yourself with every co-curricular possible. slowly and gradually, you became a ghost in your own house, even timing your bathroom and kitchen runs so as to not run into him.

but your body was a complete traitor to the cause. the ache between your legs was constant — a heavy, pulsing reminder — that your self-control was hanging by a thread. it got so bad you had to start wearing a bra at home because your nipples would literally perk up the second you heard his voice.

chan would try to catch you, his brow furrowing as you’d give him a quick, breathless smile before rushing to your room. little did he know, you were terrified that if he said your name in that low, honeyed tone — if he even stepped an inch too close — you’d actually moan right there over the toaster. even your own fingers were unable to ease this ever-present tension.

you had to do something. anything.

and you did.

you ordered a dildo.

a dildo — based on your entirely unintentional mental measurements from the shower incident.

it became your nightly ritual — your reward for a day of acting like his presence didn't wreck you. you would wait for the tell-tale sound of the front door clicking shut as he headed to the gym, and then you’d finally let yourself go. it was the only way to flush the tension out of your system, a desperate attempt to reset your brain so you could wake up the next morning and pretend you weren't dying to have the real thing.

then he posted on instagram.

a video of him working out.

bare chested.

the way that this man managed to find you despite all your attempts to evade him was fucking hilarious. by the time your last lecture ended, you were a wreck. sitting through a double-period of microeconomic theory while your skin felt three sizes too small, was a brand of hell you wouldn't wish on anyone. you practically ran home, bolted into your room, and reached for the silicone substitute. it wasn't him — it could never be him — but it was the only relief you had.

you kicked off your sweatpants, falling back onto the bed and shoving your underwear aside. wetting your fingers, you worked to spread your own slick, the friction of your touch only making the ache worse.

"mmmmh — fuck fuck fuck — chaaaaan," you whimpered into the mattress, your voice cracking as you shoved the silicone deep, trying to mimic the heavy, rhythmic stretch you craved. in delusion of taking him in one go, impressing him, what slipped your mind was the amount of time that had passed.

you didn't hear the front door.

you didn't hear the heavy thud of his gym bag.

as chan unlocked the door of the apartment, he couldn't help but think about the last time he had seen you, let aside talk. as he walked past your bedroom door, he froze. a series of sounds filtered through the wood—stifled, breathless moans, to be precise.

he knew he should walk away.

he knew he shouldn't linger by your door.

he knew he definitely shouldn't look for the slight, accidental gap in the doorframe.

but it didn't stop him.

and how fucking glad he was for that lapse in judgement.

because the view that met him was nothing short of ethereal.

you were sprawled on the bed, hands between your plush thighs. he watched in awe, as your juices dripped onto the sheets from your glistening folds.

you were burying a dildo deep inside your pussy.

well, 'burying' was an understatement — you were ramming the silicone into your cunt, your hips arching off the mattress as you babbled something incoherent into the pillows. your expression was a blurred mask of ecstasy and ache, hanging somewhere between heaven and hell.

chan stood rooted to the spot, his lungs burning as he tried to catch the broken syllables falling from your lips. he strained to listen, his heart hammering against his ribs until — finally — the sound crystallized.

"— aaan, ch-chan — oh fuuuck — nghhhh," your muffled moans tore through the quiet of the room.

the realisation hit him like a physical blow.

chan had spent weeks wondering why you were so painfully shy around him. he had seen you with your friends — laughing, vibrant, and quick-witted. he had even sat in the back of the lecture hall during your last debate, watching in awe as you stood perfectly confident, articulate, and eloquent.

so why did you turn into a mumbling, avoiding mess the second he entered a room ? why did your words always fail you when it came to him ?

looking at you now, hearing the way you sobbed his name into the mattress, the answer finally clicked.

you weren't afraid of him.

you were starving for him.

the same girl who sat in the library for hours, head tucked over a textbook, was now squirming at the thought of him over her.

the same girl who spoke with such fierce intelligence at the debate podium was currently ruining herself to the thought of him railing her into oblivion.

the same girl who had become a ghost in their shared home was moaning his name into a lonely mattress.

the same girl chan had fallen for was shoving a dildo inside herself, wishing it was him.

yes — chan had fallen. hard.

at first, it had been simple, friendly affection. but then he saw the quiet, caring way you moved through his life. he noticed the way you’d bring him coffee without being asked, the way you genuinely listened when he talked about his day, and how you kept the apartment feeling like a home. you would cook his favorite meals when he was stressed and tell him to rest in that soft, sweet voice of yours whenever he overdid it at the gym.

then, weeks ago, he had heard a faint moan through the walls. it had been the most intoxicating sound he’d ever heard. ever since that night, he had been haunted by it, silently praying that one day, you would finally let his name slip past your lips in that same tone.

that day had finally come.

and chan was beyond elated.

he slowly moved into the room and settled on the chair opposite to the bed. his hand subconsciously moved to his bulge, as he drank in the sights of you. oblivious to this audience, you continued to chase your peak, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back.

all of a sudden, the dildo — absolutely covered in your slick — slipped out of your hand.

your eyes flew open as you reached out for it, but the breath left your lungs the moment you saw him. you were met with chan's sultry gaze locked onto you — or rather — onto your cunt.

"c-chan," you scrambled to sit upright gasping as you squeezed your thighs shut and snatched the discarded blanket to cover yourself. you fumbled the toy behind your back, your heart hammering against your ribs. "w-what are you d-doing here ?"

"i heard a sound — my name," he rasped, his voice vibrating with hunger, "my name — dropping from your lips."

"i-it's n-not what it l-looks like —,' you stuttered, as you tried to claw back some shred of dignity.

"what is it then, sweetheart ?" he purred, as he rose from the chair with a fluid, lethal grace, closing the distance between the seat and the edge of your mattress.

you tried to scramble for an excuse — any lie that could explain why you were moaning his name in the dark — but every thought evaded you. under the weight of his stare, your mind was totally blank. when the silence stretched on, his eyebrow quirked up, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"i'll tell you sweetheart — ," chan breathed raggedly, coming to hover over you that made you instinctively shrink back into the pillows. his hand reached out behind your back to retrieve the pink silicone, slippery from being buried in your pussy for so long. he brought it up, holding it inches from your face, "you were stuffing your sweet little pussy with this, imagining it was me who was thrusting into you, weren't you ?"

a hot, involuntary blush crept up your neck as your breath hitched. it was maddening — how were you more on edge from his words alone than you had been with the toy ? your brain was short-circuiting, unable to fathom a single lie.

you whispered, "m-maybe — ", holding your breath in hopes of easing the tension in the room.

"aww — i'll give you the real thing, sweetheart," he cooed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, "but i need a promise."

at this point, you would have given him your soul, if he had asked for it.

"i need you to throw this thing away, hm ? — ," he said, tossing the pink silicone aside with a dull thud against the carpet, "— if you need anything in that pretty pussy, you come straight to me. i'll give you anything you need — my fingers, my tongue, my cock — okay sweetheart ?"

every word in your vocabulary evaporated instantly. the only thing left in your brain was a frantic, rhythmic yes-yes-yes-yes-yes. you nodded quickly, your body practically vibrating with the need for him to follow through.

to chan, you were fucking adorable. even in the most compromising situation of your life, you were all pink and bashful, staring at your hands like they were the most interesting thing on the planet.

"you'll be the death of me — you know that ?" he groaned, a softness lacing his words, his head thrown back, the veins in his neck strained as he fought for a shred of his own self-control.

you were hit with another bout of shyness, unable to meet his gaze. you felt raw, exposed, and entirely at his mercy. he leaned forward, the mattress dipping under his weight. one hand reached out to tenderly cup your face, his palm warm against your flushed skin, while his other hand found the curve of your waist, anchoring you to him.

"can i kiss you, sweetheart ?" he murmured, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

you whispered, "y-yes, please".

chan tasted like coffee and raspberries — a sharp, sweet addiction. his lips met yours in a searing kiss that swallowed your gasp whole. as your mouths moved in tandem, your skin prickled with a sudden, electric heat. when his tongue swept into your mouth, you couldn't help but arch into him, seeking more of that friction. his grip on your waist tightened, pulling you flush against his solid frame as your tongues swirled together in a feverish dance. he caught your lower lip between his teeth, sucking on it until you were dizzy.

the kiss broke, but only so his lips could trail a path down your throat. you bared your neck for him, your head falling back as you exhaled a shaky, broken breath.

then, the hand cupping your jaw began its slow, torturous descent. it traveled down your abdomen, the heat of his palm seeping through the thin fabric of your shirt until he hiked it up, baring you to the cool air. the second his bare skin finally made contact with your dripping heat, you went dizzy with pleasure.

"oh fuuuuuuuuck", chan growled sinfully, gazing at you as your juices coated his fingers, "is this all for me — sweetheart?"

"y-yes channie —", you mewled desperately, the nickname slipping out in a desperate, broken breath as your hips bucked into him instinctively, " — all f'you, always."

"such a needy fucking baby" chan chuckled, softly tapping your cunt before abruptly pulling his hand away, making you whine audibly.

before you could beg protest, you heard the sound of a zipper sliced through the air. you watched mesmerized as chan discarded his denim and shirt in a few fluid motions, standing before you in nothing but his boxers.

you were certain you were drooling.

while you were busy worshiping his immaculate frame with your eyes, chan moved. he gripped your thighs with a strength that left no room for argument, dragging you toward him until you were perched at the very edge of the mattress. then, he reached into his boxers and freed himself.

the dildo had been a joke. a pale, static imitation.

he was jacked.

his cock was heavy and stone-hard, already weeping a bead of stray precum that you desperately wanted to catch with your tongue. the sight of the broad mushroom tip and the thick, pulsing vein mapping the underside was enough to make your brain malfunction.

chan bent forward, his fingers firm as he grasped your chin and tilted your head back. your lips met in a ferocious, hungry kiss—one that tasted of long-overdue desperation. while he kept you anchored to his mouth, his other hand worked the buttons of your shirt with a frantic precision. when the fabric finally gave way, freeing your breasts, he pulled back just enough to swallow hard at the sight.

"you're out of this world," he whispered, reverantly, as he pressed sweet kisses to your breasts, sucking and biting at the nipples, " just ethereal, sweetheart."

as he leaned over you, his cock grazed against your wet pussy. the contact was electric, a sliding friction that made you bite your lip so hard you tasted copper as you struggled to hold back a shattered moan.

"ch-chan, p-please—p-pleaseeee," you nearly sobbed, your body trembling because he was right there, so close, yet still not where you needed him to be.

"you look so pretty begging — fuck — i'll give it to you, yea ? baby has been so good — fuck, such a good, patient baby."  he gripped his length, deliberately rubbing the broad head against your sensitive folds, making you squirm and whimper against the sheets.

"can you take it, sweetheart ?," his silky voice wrapped around you, "can your little pussy really take all of me ?"

oh he would be the cause of your fucking demise — you were certain.

you choked back a sob, a desperate whine vibrating in your throat, "mmmh yesss — p-practised for you c-channie — p-practised to take y-you in one go."

chan’s breath hitched, and for a second, he looked like he was about to cum just from your words.

you had practiced.

for him.

he swore in that moment, he was hopelessly in love.

"yeah ? thank you, sweetheart," he cooed, his eyes darkening with a mix of affection and raw lust. he caressed your lower lip, slipping his thumb inside your mouth, and you instinctively parted your lips to take him in. "shall we put that practice to use now ?"

"fuckfuckfuckfuck — jesus fucking christ — you're so wet, baby, so good" chan groaned as he thrust into you, his cock diving into your wet cunt and good god, your soul might just have ascended. the stretch was agonizingly perfect and his veins provided a friction against your walls that no silicone could ever replicate.

"s'big s'big  — nnnnnnnghh — so fuckin' big c-channie," you sobbed, suckling desperately on his thumb as your nails dug crescents in his shoulders.

"yea ? feels good sweetheart, hm ?" he grunted, panting as he continued to slam his cock into you. he used both hands to wrench your thighs even wider, making sure he could bottom out with every punishing, beautiful thrust.

"so good c-channie — ca-can feel you in my stomach — ohhhh goddd," you moaned loudly, breathless with the feeling of him against your fucking cervix.

with every thrust, you could slowly feel the coil of pleasure tighten in your abdomen. clinging harder to him, you frantically mewled, "c-close chan — fuuuuuck — i'm g-gonna c-cummmm."

the confession was all the motivation he needed. he sped up, hitting you with an unparalleled force that made the headboard rattle against the wall. he could feel his own orgasm looming as your walls began to pulse, sucking him in with a desperate, rhythmic grip.

"cum for me sweetheart, give it to me," chan panted, as he felt you tightening around him, "just like that baby, cream my cock — fucking christ —  yes baby, yes."

the coil finally snapped. a blinding wave of pleasure enveloped you as your orgasm hit, your internal muscles clenching around him in a frantic, liquid sequence. you felt chan’s pace falter, his breath hitching as he reached his own limit.

"sweetheart, my baby — fuuuuuck i'm close." he huffed, his grip on your thighs tightening until his knuckles were white.

"give it to me channie — need your cum in me, baby — please pleaseeee," you whimpered, craddling his face in your hands.

you egged him on, your voice a broken whisper as you helped him chase the peak.

chan looked down into your eyes, his gaze softening with a sudden, overwhelming heat as he saw you smiling through tear-stained eyes and swollen lips. the sight was his undoing. fire pooled in his abdomen and he let out a low, guttural growl as his cum spurted inside you, coating your walls. you couldn't help but feel your eyes roll into the back of your skull as you felt him fill you to the brim.

the silence was heavy, broken only by both of you trying to catch your breath. chan lingered for a minute, his forehead resting against yours, before he slowly pulled out.

the loss of him was immediate, and you couldn't help the small, needy whine that came out as he moved. you just lay there, dazed, watching as a mess of him and you started to coat your thighs.

"i've got you, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice still low and raspy.

he grabbed a warm, damp washcloth from the bathroom. he took his time cleaning you up, his hands gentle as he wiped your skin. he was looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered — and for him, you were.

when you were finally tucked under the covers together, chan pulled you into his chest. his thumb was just tracing patterns on your skin as your hands carded through his hair.

"you know i've wanted you for a long time, right?" he said, his voice low. "the coffee, the snacks — i-i was trying to get your attention." you hid your face in his neck. "it worked. clearly." he chuckled, the sound vibrating in his chest. "good. because i've been losing my mind living with you and not being able to touch you."

chan pulled back just enough to look at you. "so... we’re not just roommates anymore, right ? i want you to be my girlfriend. for real."

you looked up at him and finally smiled. "yeah. i'd like that."

"good," he whispered, leaning down to kiss you again, those dimples finally showing. "no more hiding in your room then."

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you had met him through shared music production classes back when you were all just trying to survive your first year. the first proper meeting between you all had happened while you and jeongin were drowning in a final project; chan had simply dropped by with coffee and some words of encouragement. you learned quickly that that was just how chan was — kind, caring and the literal definition of a gentleman.

he had kept that reputation up for years, whether he was picking you up from the library when you were too tired to walk or showing up at your door with food when you were drowning in assignments, detached from the world. before you knew it, he had nestled into a permanent, sweet corner of your heart. your crush on him kept growing but you reminded yourself that it's just chan — being kind and caring and him.

you controlled yourself, or rather, you feigned whatever remnants of control were left in your body. you feigned it so well that apparently jeongin knew, but the man in question remained oblivious. it was easy to hide because you believed that was just chan — the hardworking soul who cared for his two best friends with the same steady, protective warmth.

so all was good. you continued with the act.

because that’s what it was — an act. for years, you had lied, playing the part of the perfect friend, pretending his presence didn't make your pulse skip.

and that lie was currently biting you in the ass.

you were calm.

obviously.

most definitely.

it wasn't like the visuals were currently playing tug-of-war with your heartbeat.

it was your typical movie night, hosted at chan and jeongin’s place. jeongin had asked you to come early to help with snacks since chan was out at the gym. you had arrived with bags of groceries, helping him prep while he chattered away about the horror movie he had picked. while he handled the popcorn, you filled the bowls with crisps. while he stepped away for a call, you placed the bowls on the table and settled on the sofa, mindlessly scrolling through your phone.

then, the door swung open.

chan entered, his body covered in a slight sheen of sweat, gym bag slung over his shoulder. clad in a black chrome hearts hoodie, he looked so devastatingly hot it had your mouth drying, your eyes straying to the sliver of skin visible at his chest and neck.

"hey, sorry i'm late to my own hosting duties," chan spoke, locking the door behind him. his voice was a bit deeper than usual, roughened by his workout, and it sent a localized shiver straight down your spine. "missed my session this morning so i had to squeeze it in now. you been waiting long ?"

"ah, don't worry about it — besides, innie is way more fun to be around anyways." you managed to joke, your voice only slightly higher than usual as you tried to hide your flustered state behind a playful jab.

chan just chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that felt far too intimate for the living room. "is that so ? i'll remember that next time you need a coffee run."

just then, jeongin appeared from the kitchen and plopped down on the floor right in front of you, leaning his back against the sofa near your knees. he was already rambling about the jump-scares in the movie. you reached out instinctively, ruffling his hair as he talked; he was essentially the younger brother you had never had. there was a comfortable, protective warmth between you two — a bond so effortless that he felt like home. he was the only one who could get away with forcing you to watch a horror movie you were terrified of just by giving you those puppy eyes.

"don't listen to him," jeongin chirped, looking up at you with a grin. "i'll protect you from the ghosts. chan hyung is the one who's going to be screaming."

"in your dreams, kid," chan muttered, heading toward the bathroom.

a few minutes later, you caught a waft of fresh, musk-scented shampoo. before the scent could even reach your lungs, a freshly showered chan sat on the couch right beside you. his fingers carded through his wet ash-blonde hair, the hue shining as if it existed only to be his hair colour. once you moved past that, you froze.

you sat there, way too still for a living, breathing human body.

chan was sitting beside you, clad in a black tank top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

the fabric barely contained the gym results he had been hiding under heavy hoodies for months. his arms were thick, the skin pulled tight over hard muscle, and every time he moved, his pecs flexed against the thin material of the tank. when he leaned forward to grab his drink, the sight of his back muscles shifting and roping beneath the black fabric was enough to make your brain short-circuit. even his thighs, thick and straining against the hem of his shorts as he settled into the cushions, seemed to take up more space than they used to.

the couch felt smaller. the air felt thinner.

when did he get so big ? his arms, his shoulders, his back — the thought looped in your head, a frantic, rhythmic mantra while you stared at the tv without seeing a single thing.

you could feel the heat radiating off him, a steady pulse of warmth that made your own skin feel too tight. every time he shifted, the scent of his soap mixed with the lingering warmth of his skin hit you, sending your internal monologue spiraling into territory that definitely wasn't 'just friends'. you were so focused on the sheer physical gravity of him that you missed the way his eyes lingered on the side of your face — his expression unreadable, heavy, and far too focused.

"you okay ?" he murmured, the low vibration of his voice closer to your ear than you were prepared for. "you're awfully quiet tonight."

"​oh y-yea, it's n-nothing," you mumbled, mentally screaming at yourself for tripping over such simple words. you forced your eyes back to the screen, staring at the flickering shadows with a focus that was borderline painful.

​but just as your heartbeat started to settle into a manageable rhythm, the movie decided it was finished being subtle. a sudden, bone-chilling screech echoed through the speakers, paired with a visual so jarring that your body reacted before your brain could catch up.

​you flinched violently, your entire frame jolting sideways as you sought out the nearest solid thing to anchor you. your hands scrambled, fingers digging instinctively into the nearest source of heat — chan’s bicep.

​you didn't just touch him — you clung to him, your face pressing into the crook of his shoulder as you tried to hide from the screen. his arm was hot beneath your touch, so much wider and stronger than you had imagined when you were just looking at it. the sheer density of his muscle under the thin cotton of the tank top made your breath hitch for an entirely different reason than the ghost on screen.

​"shit," you breathed out against his skin, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. "i hate this. i seriously hate you both for making me do this."

​jeongin let out a delighted cackle from his spot on the floor, not even looking back as he reached for a handful of popcorn. "don't pass out before the second act !"

​chan didn't laugh. if anything, he seemed to go incredibly still. for a second, you worried you had overstepped, that the 'act' was finally broken. you started to pull back, your fingers beginning to loosen their desperate grip on his arm, but before you could retreat, his hand came up.

​his large palm covered your own, his fingers curling over yours to lock your hand firmly against his bicep. he didn't let you pull away. instead, he shifted his weight, leaning into you until you were tucked securely against his side, practically swallowed by his bulk. the movement caused his tank top to strain even further, the fabric groaning against the width of his chest.

​"it's okay," chan murmured, his voice dropping into a register so low it felt like a physical vibration against your temple. "i've got you. you don't have to let go."

​i don't have to let go — the thought was a dizzying loop in your mind. you could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, the scent of his shampoo and warm skin wrapping around you like a cocoon. you felt so small next to him, so fragile, and the way he was looking down at you — gaze heavy and dark — made a tiny, involuntary whimper climb up your throat.

​it was a pathetic, needy little sound, and you tried really hard to swallow it, but it was too late.

chan heard it.

​he leaned in just an inch closer, his lips nearly brushing the shell of your ear as the movie’s soundtrack swelled to a roar, masking his words from jeongin.

​"that's it, such a good girl, staying so still for me," he whispered, the praise hitting you like a physical weight. "just keep holding on, sweetheart. you're doing so well."

oh. fuck.

did he just — ? did he just call you, a good girl ?

​your grip tightened on his arm, your knuckles turning white as you felt your act crumbling. the horror movie was still playing, but the only thing you could actually feel was the heat of chan’s body and the way his voice was slowly, deliberately dismantling every bit of control you had left.

the air in the room shifted, turning thick and heavy as the movie’s score reached a frantic, screeching crescendo. jeongin was still glued to the screen, completely oblivious to the silent collapse of your composure just inches away.

every time your heart tried to find its rhythm, chan’s thumb would brush slowly, deliberately, over the back of your hand — a rhythmic, possessive movement that kept you pinned to his side. you were leaning into him so heavily now that you could feel the individual ribs of his tank top pressing against your cheek, the heat of his skin radiating through the thin fabric like a fever.

suddenly, he dropped his hand from your shoulder to your waist, fingers grazing the skin where your shirt had lifted. despite much controlling, another whimper escaped you, a tiny, broken sound that was lost to everyone but him.

"you’re so sensitive, aren't you?" chan’s voice vibrated against the shell of your ear. "making those needy little noises just because i'm holding you."

jesus fucking christ —

"stop — please stop" your mind pleaded, but your body was betraying you, arching almost imperceptibly toward the source of the praise. your internal monologue was a chaotic mess of two years of pining finally crashing into the reality of his massive, solid frame.

you felt small. you felt seen. and for the first time, you felt like he was done pretending.

he leaned in, his nose brushing against your temple as he inhaled the scent of your hair.

"i think the movie is getting to be too much for you," he murmured, though his eyes weren't on the screen. "how about we go to my room ? i'll help you calm down."

the promise — the promise of help was what finally made you stop pretending. you couldn't even find your voice to answer. you just nodded — a jerky, frantic movement that had his lips curling into a shadow of a smirk.

chan stood up, his massive frame towering over you for a second before he reached down, his hand wrapping around yours and pulling you upward. the sheer strength in his grip was effortless, reminding you of his strength that had been distracting you all night.

"innie, we're gonna head in. she's a bit too spooked," chan called out, his voice perfectly casual, slipping back into that normal tone so easily it made your head spin.

jeongin didn't even look up from the screen, waving a dismissive hand. "yeah, yeah. go protect your person, hyung. don't let the ghosts get 'em."

the moment the bedroom door clicked shut behind you. the silence of the room was deafening, broken only by the sound of your own jagged breathing. chan didn't move toward the bed. instead, he turned, his bulk immediately crowding you back against the solid wood of the door.

he didn't touch you yet, but he didn't have to. he just stood there, his shoulders blocking out the light, the black tank top clinging to his chest as it rose and fell with a sudden, heavy intensity.

"now," he whispered, his voice dropping into that commanding register that made your knees go weak. "tell me why you were making those sounds on the couch ? why did those pretty whimpers escape your throat, baby ?

your mouth went dry, mind reeling as the words fell into your ears — he found your whimper pretty ? and the nickname — good god.

you looked up at him, the height difference feeling more pronounced than ever in the quiet of his room.

"i... i don't know," you breathed, another sound escaping as he stepped even closer, his thick thighs brushing against yours.

"liar," he coaxed, his hand coming up to cup your jaw, his thumb dragging across your lower lip. "you were being such a good girl out there, acting so sweet for me. do you want to keep being good ?"

your soul agreed before you could.

"b-big — y-you're so b-big, channie" you whispered, throat bobbing as you waited for his reaction with bated breath.

chan chuckled as his fingers slid back to tangle in your hair, tilting your head back until you had no choice but to take all of him in.

"is that what's distracting you, sweetheart ?" he murmured, stepping even deeper into your space until you were pinned flat against the door.

up close, the sheer scale of him was terrifying in the best way possible. his chest was a broad wall of solid muscle, the thin fabric of his tank top damp and clinging to every ridge of his torso.

"i've been working so hard for you," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave, becoming that chesty, gravelly tone that made your knees buckle. "waiting for the day you’d finally stop pretending and just tell me how much you liked it."

he worked out for you ?

the realisation hit you with a force, making your knees buckle.

his free hand came down, his large palm splaying over your stomach, his fingers spanning nearly the entire width of your waist. he pressed in just enough to make you gasp, his thumb grazing the bottom of your ribs.

"made my shoulders broad for you to lay on, made my biceps bigger for you to hold, made myself stronger so i can — " he continued, his voice trailing off into a low, dark growl as he pressed his hips firmly into yours.

​the sentence didn't need to be finished. you could feel exactly what he meant as his eyes darkened, tracking the way your breath hitched the moment you felt the hard length of him through his shorts, pressing firmly against your thighs.

​you could only let out a broken, high-pitched whimper, your hands coming up to rest uselessly against his massive biceps. they felt like iron beneath your palms, so thick that your fingers couldn't even dream of meeting on the other side. the realization of just how much bigger he was than you sent a fresh wave of heat straight to your core.

"channie, p-please — " you whispered, arching into him as you moved your hands to his chest, slightly digging in order to ground yourself.

the friction of your palms against his chest only made him growl, a low sound that vibrated through your own ribcage. he couldn't wait for you to finish your plea. with a single, effortless motion, he hooked his hands under your thighs and hiked you up, your back hitting the door with a soft thud as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

the sheer bulk of him was even more overwhelming now that you were flush against him. just then he pressed his lips against yours, groaning as you moaned into the kiss. a shiver ran down your spine as chan sucked on your lower lip, swallowing your tiny gasps. a slight nip on your lips had you moaning his name and all his restraints snapped.

chan laid you on the bed, the mattress divotting deeply under his weight as he crawled over you, caging you in with those massive shoulders. as the last of your clothes were discarded, the reality of him hit you like a physical blow.

god, he was big everywhere. your eyes blown wide, you tracked the lines of his body — the roped muscle of his thighs, the sheer width of his chest, and then, the sight of him fully hardened and twitching against his stomach. he was thick, heavy, and looked utterly impossible.

chan didn't give you time to overthink it. he was over you in a second, his large hand sliding down to find you already sopping wet, your body betraying how long you had craved this. he pushed two thick fingers inside you, stretching you open as he watched your face go slack, eyes rolling back.

"fuck, you’re so wet for me, sweetheart," he rasped, his voice a gravelly vibration. "did you get like this just thinking about me ? thinking about how much of me you could take ? fuck, you're so ready."

you arched off the bed, your fingers digging into the iron-hard muscle of his biceps. "please, c-chan — put it in. oh fuck — please, i need it so bad."

"you want it?" he growled, "show me how much you want it. tell me, princess."

"want you so fucking bad, i'm aching — please, channie — " you whimpered, spreading your legs wider giving him a perfect view of your sopping cunt stuffed full of his fingers. that was all the invitation he needed.

he repositioned himself, the broad head of his length probing at your entrance. he moved slowly, testing the tension, but as your own juices acted as a slick invitation, he could'nt help but slide in one heavy thrust.

the friction was staggering. you felt your breath leave your body in a silent scream as he slid in all at once, his sheer girth stretching you to the absolute limit. he didn't stop until his pelvis crashed against yours, buried to the hilt.

"oh god — fuuuuuuuck," he groaned, his forehead dropping against yours as he took a ragged breath. "you're so tight — nghhhh, you're wrapping around me like you were fucking made for me. such a good girl, taking all of me so perfectly. fuck — you feel heavenly, baby."

it felt like he was everywhere. the sensation was so deep it was visceral — you could swear you felt him pressing against your very ribs, filling the entirety of your core until there was no room left for air — breathing nothing but him. as you looked down, a visible, terrifyingly hot bulge appeared in the soft skin of your lower stomach, marking exactly where he was stretched inside you.

"look at that," he whispered, his eyes following yours to where his size was distorting your form, his thumb stroking your hip. "look at what you're holding for me. it's right in your tummy, isn't it ?

he didn't wait for a response before he started snapping his hips, his pace sudden and much fucking needed. every thrust was a heavy, wet thud, his balls slapping against you as he drove himself into you with the strength he’d spent years building.

"fuck — yea yea yea — just like that," you sobbed out, your head tossing back as he hit your sweet spot. "nghhhh, channie, right there — oh god, fuck !"

"yeah ? you like that ?" he growled, his hands sliding under your hips to tilt you up, making the penetration even deeper, even more ruinous. "fuck, you're taking every inch beautifully. you were always mine, hm ? you just had to be brave enough to let me in. so brave for me, sweetheart. good fucking girl — fuck, you're so tight."

you were a mess of whimpers and shattered breaths, your body shaking under the weight of his broad shoulders and the relentless stretch of him. the sound of wet friction and his heavy grunts filled the room, a filthy symphony of the three years of pining finally exploding.

"that’s it, give it all to me," he choked out, his voice breaking as he felt you begin to climax. "fuckfuckfuck — stay right there. let me fill you up until you can't feel anything but me. you did so well for me, sweetheart. oh god, fuck —"

he delivered one final, soul-crushing thrust, burying himself as deep as possible as he spilled into you as you both unravelled simultaneously. wrapped in his arms, swallowed by his bulk, you finally understood. the gentleman was gone, but the man who remained was exactly what you had always needed to be whole.

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hell, nobody was.

you liked keeping some things to yourself and that tattoo was one of them. you had gotten it inked when you finally got selected for the university — years of hard work finally paying off. and mind it, you were thorough with your research in this case as well. you weren't the type to just pick something off a flash sheet on a whim. you had looked through various designs for weeks, but you gave more weight to their symbolism and meanings than the aesthetics alone. then, you had come across pink lilies. according to several websites — and more importantly, your neighbour's florist dad — they represent femininity, happiness and finally, compassion.

that's what you felt — compassion — towards yourself.

compassion towards yourself for working on your dreams, for always trying your best even when it was hard, for crying through some days but still getting back up stronger, for doing it whether you were happy or sad, for being you, forever. it was a permanent reminder of the girl who survived the pressure, the one who bloomed in the dark.

nobody in your life knew about the tattoo — not even your parents or your closest friends. neither did you give them any opportunity to, always clad in clothes showing little to no skin of your waist — not just to hide the ink, but also because you were more comfortable that way. you preferred the safety of oversized cardigans, baggy t shirts and high-waisted jeans, keeping your secrets tucked beneath layers. that's why you were so stunned when you realised that not only had he seen it, but he had managed to observe exactly which flower it was in the microsecond that it was visible.

how could he be that observant ? his eyes were supposed to be on the economic growth charts, not on the sliver of skin above your hip.

all of a sudden, you realised that your walk down memory lane had lasted quite a few minutes, leaving jisung's question unanswered while you stared blankly at your notebook. you managed to stutter a response, "o-oh yes, i uh i love lilies. they’re... special to me."

jisung nodded in acknowledgement, turning his gaze back to the book in front of him. you heaved an internal sigh of relief to find him not questioning you and seemingly unbothered.

unbothered ? han jisung ? right now ?

unbothered when he had just discovered that the very person he had been pining after ever since he started university might just be the same as the angel on his screen he was obsessed with ? his mind was a whirlwind behind that calm masked expression. he could still see the way the petals of the lily curved against your waist and oh god — it was the exact same way they had shifted on his monitor when you had arched your back for him yesterday.

unbothered when he finally realised why the shy giggles through his headphones felt so familiar, having heard your melodious giggles in class, his ears craving the sound forever ? every time you had laughed at a professor's joke, he had felt a pull in his chest he couldn't explain. now he knew why. the girl he respected in the light was the same one who broke for him in the dark.

unbothered when it finally hit him that deep down, he was a goner, but only for you — in any way you wished ? he wasn't sure it was just a crush anymore. he was craving your presence, your voice, you. the revelation sat heavy in his chest, his heart hammering so hard he was sure you could hear it through the mahogany table.

he wasn't unbothered. he was barely holding himself back from closing his textbook and asking you exactly how messy you had gotten for him last night. his patience was hanging by a thread while he watched you working on the project, completely oblivious.

the two of you finished the study session in silence, the hours ticking by until you both finally headed home. you were sleeping peacefully, albeit after an hour of overthinking about him catching a glimpse of your tattoo and what it meant. however, jisung stayed up fighting for his life, trying to comprehend the reality of it all — was he going insane ? the girl of his dreams and the girl on his screen was the same all along, and he was officially a goner.

—————

another busy week at the university had finally come to an end, but it had left you feeling particularly hot and bothered. the cause being the increased proximity with the man of your dreams — the sheer number of hours you spent together working on the project. it did not help that your last meeting with him had ended with his eyes on your waist and no words on your lips.

finally the weekend rolled around and you found yourself setting up for your livestream. the camera was angled, the ring light in place, the rest of the room doused in moonlight entering through the windows. you leaned back, checking the frame one last time. today's outfit was the perfect balance of cozy and teasing.

the grey and white striped top looked deceptively casual, the long sleeves giving off a soft, homey vibe, but the fabric hugged your curves in a way that was anything but accidental. then there was the black mini skirt — short, bouncy, and the ruffles added a playful flare, sitting high on your hips.

but the real star of the show ? the thick white stockings.

they squeezed your thighs just right, creating that perfect soft dip in the skin where the fabric ended and your legs began. the extra thickness of the knit made them look plush and soft, a stark contrast against the dark ruffles of the skirt. they highlighted the soft curve of your legs, making them look pillowy and inviting, the kind of texture that begged for a lingering touch.

it was the kind of look that said you weren't trying too hard, yet every detail was designed to keep eyes glued to the screen. this outfit — a new one — was one of your favourites, and you would be lying if you said you weren't excited to see everybody's reactions to it.

everybody. right.

not just the one username that makes your eyes light up.

definitely not.

shaking your head to rid yourself of the thoughts, you clicked on the button and started the live stream with bated breath.

• moonlit_haze is live •

when the notification popped up on his screen, jisung was about to click it — call it instinct. but then his mind drifted to the newly acquired knowledge that the girl behind the screen was you. you never showed much skin; even the slight exposure in the library, when your cardigan had ridden up, had left you flustered. he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the view of you covered in a pink tint — you looked too adorable. however, his mind couldn't skim past the fact that you clearly valued your privacy — would his watching the stream make you uncomfortable? was he betraying your trust in a way?

jisung was still contemplating — his brain muddled with the dilemma when he gets another notification.

• moonlit_haze invites you to the livestream •

you had sent him a special invite —

were you wondering where he was ?

were you waiting for him ?

where you — dare he say — missing him ?

oh how could he say no to you.

jisung's fingers reacted before he could, reaching out to click and accept the invite. his screen changed and there you were — in all your glory.

• j.one_01 has accepted your invite •

finally.

you had noticed he was online, that tiny green dot flickering next to his name, yet he hadn't joined. usually, he was the first one there, but today he was just... lingering. you waited. one minute. two. you had dolled up specifically for him — every ruffle and every inch of those stockings was for his eyes only. was he really not going to join ? was he not going to give you the reaction you were so clearly craving ?

at last, the restlessness had won, and you ended up inviting him instead. in hindsight, did it come off as too desperate ? were you being too obvious ? well, that was a worry for later — because he was finally here.

" you're late, j.one. i was waiting to hear about what you thought of my outfit today."

the words left your lips with a playful tilt, your voice dropping into that soft, melodic tone you reserved just for the camera — and for him. you leaned back, letting the chair creak slightly as you adjusted your position, making sure the moonlight hit the ruffles of your skirt just right. you weren't even looking at the chat yet, but you could feel the weight of his presence the second his name appeared on the screen.

you were teasing him, and you knew it. the silence on his end only made you bolder — you wanted to hear him say it. you wanted to know if the view of your thighs in those thick white stockings was doing exactly what you intended it to do.

jisung groaned.

he could practically hear the pout in your voice.

oh he didn't want to make you sad — when had he ever intended that ?

and your outfit ?

oh he would give you a reaction alright.

j.one_01 ($100): i'm sorry angel, i had to get my glasses. also this outfit looks fucking ethereal on you — might just be my favourite.

his eyes were fixed on the screen, heart hammering against his ribs at the sight of you. he was staring. he couldn't help it. the top looked so soft against your waist and the skirt accentuated your beautiful curvy hips. but oh god —

the thighs.

the beautiful fucking thighs.

clad in the soft white knit, you literally looked like the definition of an angel, his nickname for you coming to life. the soft knit of your stockings dug into your plush skin, your soft thighs nearly spilling out of them. the way they squeezed your thighs was just enough to make his breath hitch. he had been trying to be good, trying to keep his distance, but one look at you and all those noble intentions were out the window. he was yours, and by the way you were looking into the lens, you knew it.

as you read his comment, your heart skipped.

oh, he wore glasses.

immediately, your thoughts traitorously drifted back to the library — to the man who sat beside you with those beautiful silver frames perched on the bridge of his nose. he had such a gorgeous face, eyes so deep and captivating — of course, they deserved to be framed like a piece of art.

one thought led to another, and suddenly, your mind was entirely consumed by han jisung.

it was the way he carried himself — that effortless blend of sharp intellect and genuine passion. he was the type of person who excelled at everything he touched, yet he remained grounded, his politeness and respect never wavering. he listened to you with a focus that made you feel like the only person in the room, his brilliance only matched by his humility.

and then there was his smile. those beautiful, plush lips curving just right, sending your heart racing a mile a minute.

and what to say about his body —

those biceps.

every ounce of your principles seemed to evaporate the moment you pictured them — you were ready to do anything just to be caged in his arms. then there were the pecs, the sharp line of his jaw, and those neck veins that stood out when he was concentrated — it was such a lethal combination. he was a masterpiece of a man, and the more you thought about him, the harder it was to remember you were supposed to be looking at a camera.

all of a sudden, your attention snapped back to the room — the glow of the ring light and the hum of the camera bringing you back to reality.

shaking off the image of jisung’s lips, you pretended nothing had happened. since the camera was angled strictly from the neck down, the chat couldn't see the crimson flush creeping up your face, but they could see the way your chest rose and fell with every uneven breath. you refocused on the screen, reading the flurry of incoming comments.

onlyforher_65 ($50): babe did you zone out —

sam75rover ($40): she's sighing so softly omg

softspot404 ($45): those are sighs of yearning, i can feel it

the chat was moving fast, a blur of texts and tips. they were picking up on every little sound, every hitched breath. you cleared your throat, trying to regain your composure, but it was hard to stay grounded when your mind was still half-lost in the library, tracing the lines of a man who was now watching you from the other side of a screen.

"sorry guys, i just... um... lost myself for a moment."

your voice was breathy, trembling slightly as it filtered through the mic. since they couldn't see your face, every tiny sound was magnified—every hitched breath, every soft swallow, every restless shift of your weight. the way the ruffles of your skirt rustled against your stockings was the only thing filling the silence.

the chat exploded.

gooninghard12 ($40): your voice is hitching T-T

dr3am3rb0y ($45): she's definitely blushing

kals.forlife ($40): do you have a crushhhhh ~

"hm maybe i do —"

the words were barely a whisper, a soft, shy giggle escaping your lips as you spoke them into the mic. you reached down, your fingers nervously tracing the hem of your black skirt, pulling at the ruffles as if that could ground you. but the damage was done.

the chat went absolutely feral, the text scrolling so fast it became a blur of white and neon. they couldn't see your eyes, but they could see the way you fidgeted. they saw your thighs press together, the white knit of your stockings straining against the movement. they heard the catch in your throat.

you were practically radiating a soft, nervous energy, your body language betraying the secret you hadn't even fully admitted to yourself. you were a mess — a pretty, ruffled, pink-tinted mess — and all because of a man who was staring at his screen right now, unknown to you, wondering who was that breathy confession for.

jisung didn't feel jealous. or at least, he didn't think he did. he had never really known the emotion — why would he ? he was a man who excelled at everything he touched, and if he ever lacked in a skill, he worked until he mastered it. but this ? this burning sensation in his chest was something he couldn't just study and overcome.

the idea of you yearning for someone who wasn't him — someone who didn't see the way your eyes lit up in the library or how your cardigan slid off your shoulder — made him feel a way that was entirely illogical. it was a sharp, jagged heat that he couldn't handle. his grip tightened on his desk, his knuckles turning white as he watched the way your soft thighs pressed together on the screen.

who was he ? who was the one making you sigh like that ?

before he knew it, his hands flew over the keyboard, typing and pressing enter.

j.one_01 ($80): who is the person, angel ?

a flurry of comments appeared on the screen, a chaotic scroll of curiosity, but your eyes were instantly hooked onto his username. the bold text sat there like a demand, and you didn't know what to do with it. you forced your gaze to move away from his comment, heart thudding against your ribs as you tried to focus on the others.

onlyforher_65 ($50): WHO IS THE LUCKY GUY ?!

dr3am3rb0y ($45): tell us tell us TELL US PLS

kals.forlife ($40): I KNEW IT !

you smiled again, finding everyone’s enthusiasm amusing, to say the least. it was a heady feeling — being the center of all that frantic curiosity. besides, this was your safe space. no one here knew the girl behind the camera, the quiet student who spent her hours buried in books.

right ?

you felt a sudden, reckless surge of confidence. if you couldn't say it to his face in the library, you could at least whisper it to the shadows of the internet. you might as well get it off your chest.

leaning closer to the mic, you let your fingers wander to the hem of your skirt, nervously twisting the fabric. the camera captured the way your thighs tensed, the white stockings stretching over your skin.

"well..." you started, your voice dropping into a low, confiding tone that sent the chat into another frenzy. "he's... he's my classmate in university and he’s brilliant. the kind of person who makes you feel like you're learning something new just by being near him. and he has this way of looking at things — so focused, so intense, so passionate."

you paused, biting your lip as the image of silver frames and plush lips flashed in your mind. "and he is kind... kind and gentle," you whispered, almost to yourself. "so gentle yet grounding, like being in his vicinity makes you feel lighter."

across the screen, jisung felt the air leave his lungs. his grip on the desk loosened, his heart stuttering at the sheer tenderness in your tone. he had expected you to talk about someone flashy, someone loud — but the way you spoke of this man, with such soft reverence, made the burning in his chest shift into something deeper, something far more dangerous. he found himself wishing — with a desperation that terrified him — that he could be that man for you. hell, he'd be anyone you wanted him to be.

your details warranted another inflow of comments, and you browsed through them with a gentle smile, mind already in a better headspace just thinking about him.

dr3am3rb0y ($45): HE SOUNDS JUST LIKE YOUR TYPE

gooninghard12 ($40): what does he look likeeee

softspot404 ($45): IS HE HOT BABE

you giggled, feeling giddy, the sound bubbling up from your chest. you shifted in your seat, the soft white knit of your stockings rubbing together with a quiet, shushing sound that the mic caught perfectly.

"is he hot ?" you repeated the question, your voice trailing off into a dreamy sigh. " is the moon pretty ? is the earth revolving ?" you let out a soft, airy breath, the sound vibrating through the mic. "he’s... gorgeous — too ethereal, i swear to god — but it’s more than that. he has this sharp jawline and the most beautiful eyes — the kind you can gladly drown into. his hands — christ — they're decorated with the most perfect veins and they... they look like they would be so careful, but also so so strong."

you traced a finger over your own wrist, imagining his touch. "and when he wears his glasses... the silver frames just make him look so sophisticated yet all my brain can think about is jumping his bones. honestly he's so much more than a crush, he's just the man of my dreams."

behind his screen, jisung felt a jolt of electricity shoot down his spine. his hand instinctively went to the bridge of his nose, fingers brushing the cool, polished metal of his own glasses. his heart was hammering so loudly he could hear it in his ears, a frantic thudding that made his vision swim.

it was a coincidence.

it had to be.

silver frames were common.

and plenty of people were brilliant.

he was held captive by your voice, waiting for the next detail to either shatter his hope or change his life forever. desperate and reckless, he needed to know if the man of your dreams was the one currently losing his mind over the way you spoke of him as your soft thighs spilled out of those white stockings.

then, your words fell into his ears, and they made the very air leave his lungs. the rest of the world ceased to exist — the glow of his monitors, the hum of the room — it all faded into a blur as his mind replayed your whisper.

"and he has this perfect choco chip mole on his right cheek that just adds to all of his beauty."

his hand instinctively reached out, his fingertips ghosting over the small mark on his right cheek. a jolt of electricity, sharper than any before, surged through him.

was it really him ?

did you really mean all of that for him ?

despite these signs pointing towards him, he just needed a final final confirmation, the logic-driven part of his brain struggled to comprehend it.

the girl he has been pining over wants him back ?

the girl of his dreams wants him back ?

he needed a final, undeniable confirmation.

with his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs, he pulled his phone from the desk. his fingers — usually so steady — trembled slightly as he typed out a message. he asked to meet in his dorm for the project next week instead of the library, claiming he was only free in the evening and the library would be closed by then.

it was a flimsy excuse, a test, a lure.

in real time, he saw your phone screen light up on the stream the exact second he hit send.

you glanced down, and a soft, amused laugh escaping you — a sound so intimate it made his breath hitch. "the person we were just talking about... he literally just texted me right now," you murmured into the mic, your voice laced with a sweet, disbelieving giddiness.

jesus fucking christ.

it was him.

it felt like you were reaching through the screen and stripping him bare in front of thousands while he sat in the dark, frozen. the intellect he was so proud of, the iron-clad composure he worked so hard to maintain — it all evaporated in an instant. he wasn't just watching a confession — he was witnessing his own undoing. you weren't pining for a stranger — you were pining for him, and as the stream continued, han jisung was utterly unraveling at the weight of your words.

you leaned back in your chair, the soft ruffles of your skirt settling as you let out a long, shaky exhale. the thrill of the confession was still humming under your skin, but the weight of that text message was pulling you back to reality.

"okay, that’s enough heart-to-hearts for one night," you said, your voice returning to a more natural, though still slightly playful, tone.

you smoothed the white knit of your stockings one last time, a small smile tugging at your lips as you looked at the camera lens. "i’ve got a project to... prepare for. thanks for hanging out with me, everyone."

the chat flooded with "goodnights" and "good lucks," the screen a chaotic blur of support. you gave a small, shy wave before reaching out and clicking the button to disconnect.

the monitors dimmed, and the familiar silence of your room rushed back in. you sat there for a moment in the dark, the only light coming from your phone screen. you picked it up, your thumb hovering over jisung's message, replying with a "sounds good !" before finally heading to bed, unaware that on the other side of the screen, his world had just shifted forever.