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She really does look good, and it makes your stomach flip just looking at her. The loose, washed-gray tank top hands perfectly on her slender frame. She has it tucked into her black denim jeans and covered by the thin steel gray vest that sits over it. And with it all is the beat up, onyx leather jacket you thrifted for her birthday that's conveniently sitting over your bare shoulders right now. Your green Coach purse sits over her shoulder, holding your phone and her keys. You can see the small goosebumps through the lines of ink covering her arms, but you know she's not going to take that jacket back until you're both warm inside.

She chuckles, pulling you in front of her, both arms wrapped around your waist, "Thank you, mama." You loop an arm around her neck to keep yourself balanced. "You look pretty, too," it's just a murmur as her lips graze yours. It's not a full kiss but it's enough to satiate her urge to let everyone know she's unapologetically yours right now. Her fingers play with the hem of your white tank top, thumb tracing the stitching, "I like this top."

You raise an eyebrow at her, "Yeah? Not just the way my boobs look in it?"

A slow smirk rises on her lips, "Why not both?" Her eyes trace over your body, over the swell of your breasts, down the shape of your stomach and hips, all the way to the strappy black heels on your feet. 

The piercing gaze pricks your skin, a reminder of how unequivocally hers you really are.

The queue slowly inches forward, but it hardly feels like any time at all. Seonghwa doesn't unwrap herself from you even as you make it inside. She keeps her arm snugly around your waist as you approach. You see your friends at the far end of the bar, chatting it up with one another over an assortment of drinks.

Saturday nights at EIGHT's were always busy, but you could always count that your friends would be camped in that same spot even if they had to bribe people out of the way to be there. It never really mattered to you, but Yeosang always insisted. That was your spot, no one could take it.

You see her first, her warm, blonde hair shining in the bar's neon orange lights.

"Ah you made it!" she beams, "I was getting worried." She tosses her hair over her shoulder before wrapping you in a hug, her arms linking tightly around your shoulders. You struggle to breathe when she squeezes you, clearly oblivious to her own strength as her biceps tighten with every second.

You inhale a deep breath when she lets you go, a small laugh escaping you, "Sorry we're late. I lost track of time."

"All good, honey!" She smiles up at Seonghwa, hugging her in an identical fashion to you before sitting back on her bar stool.

"Jongho's in the bathroom," Yeosang sips at her margarita, licking a speck of salt off of her fingers, "she's had a bit to drink already." Jongho could always out drink the rest of you when it came to tolerance, but her bladder control was another story. "Actually, Hwa, there was something we wanted to talk with you about."

Seonghwa nods, her arm securely around your waist. You drift away from their conversation, brain and eyes wandering further down the bar. 

To the bartender. One you'd never seen before.

You're used to the same two men working the behind bar every Saturday night. Soobin worked the end closest to the entrance, and Theo worked at the other end—your end. Soobin is exactly where you expect him to be, flirting with older men at his end of the bar. 

But Theo. Well, he's nowhere to be found.

Instead, there's a woman. A beautiful woman. She's tall, probably bordering six feet. Her silver hair is cut into a mullet that just shaggy enough where you want to push it out of her eyes. And her arms, god her arms, you can't help but imagine them flexing right in your face—maybe even wrapped around your throat.

As she approaches, you can see the glint of silver jewelry right on her bridge, and a hoop dangling from the center of her nose.

She catches your gaze immediately, a more than friendly smile on her face. Seonghwa's presence doesn't even phase her. It makes your stomach flutter.

"What can I get started for you, baby?" Just as you had hoped, those arms do flex right in your face. 

"A mojito, please," you reach to pull your card out of the purse hanging from Seonghwa's shoulder, but she shakes her head.

"It's on the house."

You freeze, dropping the bag, "Are you sure? I don't mind."

"All good. Don't worry about it." 

"Where's Theo?" Your eyebrows pinch together, trying to get a good read on her.

A deep laugh escapes her, "Oh c'mon, baby. You're not really asking me about a man while I'm trying to flirt with you, are you?"

Seonghwa's hand flexes on your hip. You glance up at her. She's still focused on Yeosang, but the message is clear. She's listening. She knows.

"I'm sorry. I've just never seen you before." I would remember. "Are you new?" You lean forward against the bar, hands folded one on top of the other.

She slaps a handful of mint leaves, tossing them in a glass, "Just filling in. Theo's out for the week, so I'm covering for him. I usually only work weeknights."

"Ah…I see." You watch as her arm flexes as she shakes the drink with one hand. You admire the tattoos wrapped around it, how they dip and stretch around her biceps. 

You smile when she pours the drink in front of you, putting a straw in the glass. "Thank you," you smile, biting your lip just barely. You can taste the cherry flavoring of your lip gloss. "What's your name?"

She reaches her hand across the bar, "Mingi." You shake her hand, her grip so firm it makes your legs wobble, "it's nice to meet too." Her name is just as masculine as she is. She smirks as you look her up and down again, eyes tracing over her shoulders this time, exposed by her tight black tanktop, and over her chest down to where her hands are settled on her waist.

Her fingers are covered in rings, all silver, none the same shape or size. You wonder what the chains around her neck would feel like under your fingertips or how close they would hang over your face if she was on top of you. She chuckles, giving you a lopsided grin before being called away by another patron.

You watch as she saunters away, going to greet the group of older women chatting together a few stools down from you. They greet her with wide, familiar smiles.

The hand on your waist squeezes again. You look up at Seonghwa, and this time she's looking back down at you, eyebrow raised in question. You can read it from her expression. You like her?

You nod, lip pulling between your teeth, "Where'd you even find her?"

"Mmh, I have my secrets," she plants a kiss on your cheek, "don't wanna spoil the fun." Her eyes drop to your lips, bottom one jutted out in a pout. But she only chuckles, hand running over your hair, "you trust me."

"I do."

She tilts your chin up with her knuckle, "good girl." The kiss she leaves is fleeting, just a reminder. She's in control, and there's no need to worry about anything.

—

Mingi has a break an hour later. She waves you down to join her out back. Anticipation flutters in your stomach, but you join her excitedly, leaving Seonghwa with your friends.

"Figured it might be easier to talk with you out here," she smiles that goofy smile again, the one that's slightly off-center and shows of the slight crook of one of her front teeth.

You nod, moving to stand in front of where she's leaned up against the brick wall, turning down the cigarette she offers you. You like looking at her up close now. You can take it all in much easier. The curves of her muscles are much softer in the streetlights, but you still watch them flex as she brings the cig up to her lips. You admire the chains looped to her belt, they clink together when she adjusts her hips, and you can't help but want to tug on them.

"You can touch, honey." She shifts her legs so you're standing between them now, her hand resting on her thigh but close enough to her hip that you feel like she might grab it at any moment. And you desperately hope that she does.

You bite your lip, looping your pointer finger through one of her belt loops like it's something you've done a thousand times. Her stomach rises and falls with every breath, and you want to press your hand against it, feel the muscles contracting. "Do you really work here?"

She raises an eyebrow, "yes?"

"Hm," you trace your thumb over the stitching of the belt loop, "but Hwa must've found you online, right? Is that a coincidence or…" 

"You're cute," she chuckles, free hand ghosting your hip. You lean into it. "I think you know very well that I'm not supposed to tell you that."

You purse your lips, stepping closer, "Why are you listening to her? What about me?"

She takes a drag, blowing the smoke away from your face. Her hand slides to your back, the callouses of her fingers on your bare skin, "She warned me that you were this type." She laughs, "you just like to make trouble, don't you? And take people down with you?"

"She won't hurt you," you mutter, hands sliding up her stomach, fingers caressing the bare skin of her midriff. “Her rules aren't serious. It's just fun.”

“That’s not the impression I was given,” she cups the back of your neck, thumb pressing into the underside of your jaw tilting your face up toward hers. “I am curious what happens when you get in trouble, though.” Her voice drops an octave, “I wonder how she punishes you, pretty girl.”

You slide the tips of your fingers under her top, splaying them across her ribs, almost pressing yourself completely into her, “You’re welcome to find out.” Her eyes drop to your lips, and you take that as your invitation to press them against hers.

She hums into the kiss, tangling her hand in your hair, tilting your head to better slot her lips against yours. She tastes faintly of bourbon and cigarette smoke, a taste you eagerly swallow. You focus on her bottom lip, nibbling on it gently.

Her hips press into your front. And that's when you feel it, the distinct bulge right at her zipper. A quiet moan slips from your throat and into her mouth.

Mingi grins, pulling from you not even an inch, "I thought I'd come prepared tonight." Her hand wraps around the meat of your thigh as she hoists it up, wrapping your leg around her waist. She grinds into you, pushing the mound of her strap between your legs.

You feel a sharp burn on your thigh. Her cigarette. You gasp into her mouth, failing to mask the moan.

She jerks back from you. "Shit. Baby I'm sorry," she tosses it to the ground, stepping on it, grinding it into the gravel. She caresses the burn on your thigh, "Are you okay?" Her voice is serious, worried.

But you can't help the heat pulsing between your thighs. You wished she hadn't put it out. You wanted to try it again.

She raised an eyebrow at you when you bit your lip, nodding and leaning back into her. "I'm fine."

You felt her soft chuckle through the hands you had planted on her chest, "you just learn something new about yourself?"

"Maybe," you whispered, leaning back in to kiss her. Her phone was vibrating in her pocket but you ignored it.

A/N: just a little fun drabble I drafted recently! also contains cum swallowing and if you squint…public sex. I couldn’t stop thinking dirty thoughts of yunho in this suit from the BAD mv and well…yeah lol, so enjoy my cherries ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊ feedback is always welcomed! also i’m playing around with my layouts.

Another day. Another lesson.

“Open wider.”

His voice was low, and edged with quiet authority. Without hesitation, you obeyed, parting your lips further around his thick length.

Yunho drove his hips forward, forcing his cock to the back of your throat. One large hand tangled in your ponytail, winding the strands around his fist until your scalp stung.

He paid no mind to the way you gagged noisily, or the hot tears gathering along your lash line.

“Breathe out your nose, slut,” he growled through clenched teeth.

Your hands, bound tightly behind your back with a pink ribbon, squirmed against the restraints. Every instinct screamed at you to push him away as you choked, saliva spilling down your chin.

He pulled out of your mouth and seized your face in a rough grip.

Fuck.

He was mad.

“Are you dumb?”

You shook your head, blinking rapidly as you fought to clear your watering vision.

“Then listen. Flatten your tongue and breathe through your nose.”

This was hard. Yunho was…big. Bigger than anyone you’d taken before. The taste of him alone left you pathetically wet and distracted, your thoughts dissolving each time he pushed deeper. Focusing felt impossible.

But you didn’t want to give up.

Yunho caught his lower lip between his teeth as he slowly dragged himself across your swollen lips, coating his shaft with the saliva you’d left behind.

“You want to try another day?”

“No.”

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, clearly amused by your stubbornness.

“Well, I’m not going easy on you, beautiful. Ready?”

Swallowing hard, you ignored the persistent ache pooling low in your body and gave a hesitant nod. Your lips parted to welcome him again, your tongue gliding over him as he eased himself deeper.

“Fuck… yeah, baby. That’s it.”

A ragged breath escaped him, his brows knitting together as he settled into a steady rhythm. Soft, breathy sounds slipped past his lips with every measured movement, and you glanced up just in time to catch his eyes fluttering shut.

“What a good girl…”

Another groan slipped free as he worked his way further, the fat tip brushing against your tonsils. Pleasure softened his expression, his lips parting as his head tipped back.

Each slow thrust drew another involuntary jerk from your body. Your eyes rolled back as you fought your gag reflex, nostrils flaring while you forced yourself to breathe through your nose.

You pressed your tongue against the underside of him, your puffy lips sliding across his salty, heated flesh with each stroke as his pace gradually quickened.

“Yes, fuck…just like that. Goddamn, your mouth feels amazing.”

The slick sounds between you and his raspy groans filled the room.

By the way his thighs trembled and his cock throbbed, you knew he was close. His glittering eyes locked onto yours, silently mouthing your name like a prayer as he gave your ponytail another firm tug.

“I-I’m gonna c-cum…”

Yunho’s hips faltered, a broken gasp catching in his chest as he dragged his spit-slicked length with the same relentless pace along your tongue, savoring every second.

“Keep being a good girl for me… and swallow all of it.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

You couldn’t fuck this up.

Clasping your hands together, you braced yourself, a muffled moan vibrating in your throat as you accepted him willingly. His abdomen tightened beneath taut skin, every muscle straining with the effort to hold himself together.

“Coming… I’m comi—Fuck!”

His release crashed over him with one powerful thrust. Yunho’s whole body tensed, growling fiercely from his stomach as the tangy warm seed exploded down your throat, viscous spurts coating your taste buds as he pumped in calculated strokes.

Yunho’s entire body went rigid, a fierce groan rumbling up from deep in his chest as he continued moving with deliberate control.

You swallowed it all without failure, earning a pleased hum from him. You breathed carefully as he remained close, his weight resting against your lips while you composed yourself.

“Holy shit… holy fuck…” Yunho let out a breathless laugh, his gaze lingering on your flushed face.

He brushed the beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his white lace glove before easing back.

A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Pride flooded you.

Your mouth continued its work absentmindedly, sucking and licking his delicious meat, milking every last drop hungrily, unwilling to let any go to waste.

Yunho, shaking slightly, slipped himself free from the clutches of your lips with a loud pop before dropping onto the ottoman behind him.

“Okay, untie me. We should get back before the wedding starts.”

“Babe…” You stared at him. “The wedding started like twenty minutes ago.”

“What?!”

The realization hit him all at once, and you threw your head back with a groan of frustration. How had the two of you managed this? Yunho was usually the one pushing your limits in public, but you were normally the voice of reason.

Somehow, today of all days, he’d managed to get under your skin.

“Your friend is going to be pissed! He’s missing a groomsman.”

“Oh well.” Yunho shrugged, infuriatingly unconcerned. “He’ll see me at the reception.”

Panic flashed across your face as you struggled against the knot he’d tied.

You rolled your eyes, a laugh escaping despite yourself.

“I’ll let him know I was teaching you a very valuable lesson.”

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