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You smile when he finally notices. The tips of his ears turn pink, and he flinches, shy beneath your gaze.

"What's your name?"

When Mingi finally works up the courage to ask, he laces his fingers together, eyes lifting just long enough to study your face before they dart back down again.

You answer back softly with your name, every movement calm and effortless. Plucking an olive from your martini, you slip the toothpick between your lips and pull it free with practiced ease.

“I’m Song—”

“Mingi,” you finish for him, flashing a toothy grin.

His brows lift. “Oh... do you know me?”

Your dark eyes linger on him, impossible to read. A slow smile curls at your lips. “Something like that.”

You lean forward just enough for the movement to feel intentional. He whips his head to the side, throat bobbing when he stared at the way your tits pushed together for a second too long. You arch a brow before continuing.

“But I’ll know you even better if you come home with me tonight.”

He chokes on his Sprite, sputtering as the soda sprays across the table.

The guy beside him jerks upright with a curse, eyes bulging as he stares at Mingi.

"Dude—what the fuck?"

Mingi looks seconds away from dying of embarrassment. "...I am so fucking sorry."

The guy just shakes his head, muttering under his breath as he heads for the bathroom.

"Sorry," you say lightly. "Too forward? You can say no."

Mingi's head snaps up. "Oh, God. Please take me home with you."

The words tumble out before he can stop them.

His eyes go wide. A slow, crimson blush spreads across his face as he realizes he'd been a little... too eager. "I mean—" He squeezes his eyes shut. "Fuck."

You sit in silent victory for a couple of seconds before raising your credit card.

"Check, please?" Handing it over smoothly, you add "And I'm paying for his too."

When you make your way to the taxi with Mingi trailing behind you, you're grateful there's no moon tonight. If he'd gotten a better look at your face, he would've seen the unnerving smile etched across it. There was only one thing you had in mind:

Song Mingi, I'm nailing you to the fucking bed.

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High school was a cliché down to the T.

Boys poked and prodded at you with all the contradictions of adolescence. You were either too ugly to acknowledge or someone they wanted to sleep with in secret.

And Song Mingi stood at the forefront of it all.

He never bothered to remember your name. Instead, he'd go out of his way to laugh at you in the middle of class, just to hear everyone else join in. Crumpled balls of notebook paper bounced off the back of your head. Snickers followed you through the hallways. He'd always call you a little freak.

It wasn't just Mingi. Almost every boy in school seemed to have it out for you. You never really understood why—all you knew was that it was rarely kind.

On the better days, though, Mingi would scratch the back of his head in frustration before quietly leaving a carton of juice on your desk when you were too scared to eat in the lunchroom. One time, he shoved a guy for cornering you in the hallway.

Those moments almost felt like apologies.

Awkward and gangly, just like him. But even then, it never stopped.

When you were younger, you tried to understand him. You really did. During your self-help phase, every audiobook insisted people were more than the worst things they'd ever done. That forgiveness made you the better person.

You wanted to believe that. But you were way too fucking pissed.

From there, your life became the kind of rags-to-riches story people loved to tell. You went to college but still carried that adolescent rage with you. Every man you slept with became an emotional punching bag—a place to dump every humiliation, insult, and wound high school had left behind.

By the time you graduated, you were unrecognizable.

Confident—a little shameless, even. Years later, you stopped hiding behind your hair. For you, revenge wasn't getting even. It was becoming prettier and successful enough to look down on everyone who'd ever tried to make you feel small—from an empire you'd built with your own two hands.

And then, one day, you met the right kind of man. The kind who begged for your spit and paid you for it.

It was good money. Still is.

And quite frankly—you can't wait to show Mingi what the years have done to you.

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"You know—it's funny," you say, gaze drifting up to the ceiling with a soft sigh. The tasseled paddle taps against your palm in a lazy rhythm, like a metronome while you think.

Mingi's a mess beneath you. Spit drips in wet lines down his bobbing throat, pooling in the hollow of his twitching chest. His soft pants try to escape around the gag, strangled and useless.

He'd taken to it more readily than you expected. When you waltzed into your condo earlier that evening, you gave him the rundown fast and sharp—I don't bottom, I call the shots, here's the safeword—and tossed him the harness to see if he'd flinch.

He didn't. Just ran his thumb over the leather and asked if you had something in his size.

The harness you cinched around him earlier does exactly what it's meant to—squeezes his chest together, keeps him taut and presented. His eyes have rolled back, tears gathering at the edges of his long lashes. Strands of soft platinum blond hair cling to the sweat on his cheek, plastered there like silk against glass.

You press the button. The cock ring underneath his underwear kicks up a notch and Mingi lurches forward, hips jerking, only to be snapped back by the ropes. The restraints bite into his skin and he groans, the sound vibrating against the ball gag.

You smile.

It's enough to cut through the haze—Mingi forces his eyes open, struggling to focus on your face. You lean forward, hands braced on your knees, dropping to his eye level.

"You used to call me a little freak," you say, almost conversational. "All the time in high school."

The words hit him like cold water. It's frighteningly sobering. Mingi jolts, genuine surprise cutting through the pleasure-drunk fog.

"But look what we have here?" You tilt your head, letting the paddle trace a slow line down his sternum. "Song Mingi, the biggest jackass of my entire high school career... turns out to be the dirtiest fucking freak of them all."

His eyes roll back: hips thrusting forward on pure instinct, rutting into empty air, back arching in a sharp curve as another groan tears from his throat.

Your eyes widen, jaw dropping—and then you're laughing, bright and delighted.

"Ha! Did you just—" You lean closer, delighted. "Did you just have a dry orgasm?"

It's cute. Everything about him is so unbearably cute.

Then, all at once, a sick little epiphany settles over you.

Maybe this is what all those overpriced self-help journals had been trying to tell you all along.

Finding someone to be so pathetic can feel like forgiveness.

And now, he looks so pathetic, you adore the way he looks when he's ashamed.

You reach forward, fingers finding the buckle of the ball gag. It comes loose with a soft click, and you pull it free—a thin line of saliva trails after it, glistening in the light before you toss it aside. It hits the floor with a wet thud somewhere behind you.

You're still straddling him, knees bracketing his hips. You brace your hands on his chest, feeling the rise and fall beneath your palms, the heat of his skin through the harness.

"So," you say, quiet now. The edge in your voice has softened to something almost gentle. "Tell me, Mingi. You want to stop?"

You've had your fun. If he safeworded right now, walked out— you'd let him. No strings.

He stares up at you, eyes wide and glassy, tears finally spilling over to track down his temples. His breath hitches.

"N-no." His voice is wrecked, raw from the gag. "Please. Let me stay."

The smile that curves your mouth is genuine this time. "What a good boy."

You lean down, pressing your lips to the sharp line of his jaw, then higher—his cheek, the corner of his eye. You pepper kisses across his eyelids, tasting salt.

"Still wanna stay and fuck the girl you bullied?"

He sniffles, and the sound is almost laughable coming from someone his size—big, broad-shouldered, built like he could break you in half. But he looks so angelic and soft right now.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "I liked you."

You go dreadfully still. "The fuck do you mean you liked me?"

Mingi swallows hard, trying to compose himself. He doesn't look at the way your thighs are pressed against his hips, the damp patch on his abdomen where you've been grinding against him.

"I didn't know how to..." He exhales shakily. "I didn't know how to deal with it. Liked—liking when people treated me a certain way."

He pauses, gathering the words like they're heavy stones.

"You probably don't remember this. But the first time we actually met wasn't homeroom."

"Sophomore homeroom, first day." you say automatically.

He shakes his head slowly. "No. Last day of freshman year. You were—some guys were messing with you in the hall. You ran into me after, literally ran into me, and you were furious. Called me a piece of shit." He hesitates, throat working. "Spit on me, too."

Your brow furrows. You don't—

"And I got hard," he confesses, voice barely audible. "Right there. Couldn't... after that, I couldn't get off to anything else. Couldn't stop thinking about it. About someone—about you—degrading me like that."

He finally meets your eyes, desperate and bare.

"So I started treating you the way I wanted you to treat me. I was shitty to you because I wanted you to be shitty back. I wanted—" He breaks off, jaw tight.

You stare at him.

"That's..." You sit back, processing. Your hands are still on his chest, but they're lighter now, almost hovering. "That's fucked up, Mingi. That's genuinely atrocious."

You shift your weight, thighs pressing harder against his hips. Your hand finds his jaw, thumb brushing the mark your slap would leave. "Safeword check. Remember what I told you?"

"Kitty." The word comes out rough, immediate. He's still locked in, pupils blown wide.

"What's your red? Your no goes."

"I don't..." He swallows. "Don't like being choked. Or spanked."

"Slapping?"

His breath catches. "Green."

Your hand moves before your brain catches up—palm cracking across his cheek, snapping his head to the side. The sound is sharp, obscene.

"You liked me?" Your voice drops, dangerous and low. You grip his chin, forcing him to look at you. "You couldn't even fucking recognize me, sick fuck."

"If you really mean it," you say, "then show me."

Your thumbs hook into your underwear, sliding them down your thighs. You step out, kicking them aside, then move over him—knees settling on either side of his head, lowering yourself until you hover just above his mouth. Close enough that he can smell you. Feel your heat.

"Then fucking eat."

Mingi doesn't hesitate. He surges up, mouth finding you with a desperation that makes your breath catch—thick lips closing around your clit, suction immediate and hungry. He drags his tongue upward in one long, flat stroke, pressing firm so he can taste all of you, everywhere, the broad muscle working relentlessly against you.

You're soaked. A thin line of wetness escapes, trickling down to his jaw, pooling in the hollow of his cheek before he swipes it away with another pass of his tongue.

He flicks the tip of his tongue rapidly against your clit. The sensation zips up your spine like current as you roll your hips, pressing down harder, grinding against the bridge of his nose until you feel the bone.

The view from above wrecks you.

Mingi's pupils are blown wide, eyes rolled back to crescents of white, lashes fluttering. The rope has bitten deep into his big arms, the skin there flushing an angry, bitter red. His platinum hair spreads across the wet sheets in tangled strands, darkening where sweat and spit have soaked through.

You have to force yourself to breathe.

Below, his hips piston upward in empty thrusts, rutting against nothing. The thin black jock you gave him strains tight, a dark, spreading patch blooming at the front where he's leaked through the fabric, desperate and untouched.

Finally, you take a closer look. Pausing your grinding almost curiously—thoroughly impressed.

"You act like such a fucking pussy," you breathe, rolling your hips down harder. "But you're hung like you could actually break me. Might snap me in half before I get the chance to break you in."

You sink lower, settling your full weight over his mouth and nose. His breath hot against your thigh.

Mingi doesn't panic at the weight of you. He doubles down, mouth working frantically beneath you, lapping and sucking like a man on a mission.

You feel him still beneath you—muscles tensing, heels digging into the mattress with a groan. Mingi tries to lap at you, almost languidly.

You reach down, fingers sliding under the jock's band, and tug him free. He's hot in your palm, throbbing, and you roll the ring off in one quick motion.

and when he cums, he cums hard.

His head snaps back, a ragged sound tearing from his throat, and he comes in thick ropes that stripe his heaving chest, his trembling stomach—one landing high enough to catch the edge of his parted lips, his flushed cheek.

You don't give him time to recover before your mouth is on him, cleaning off the excess still dribbling down the ridge of his cock.

"Sit up." You instruct.

You shift off him and move to his wrists, unbinding the ropes with practiced efficiency. Mingi flexes his fingers, opening and closing his hands to chase the blood back into them.

"Is this all you wanted?" You arch a brow, voice dropping soft. "Some attention?"

You smooth a strand of hair from his forehead, tuck it behind his ear. Your palm curves along his jaw, thumb dragging across his lower lip—pressing, testing. "Open."

He parts his lips slowly, tongue easing out in offering before flattening, stretching down toward his chin. Submissive. Empty—waiting.

"All those years acting out..." You trace his mouth with your eyes. "And this is what you were after."

Your index and middle fingers slide onto his tongue, pressing down against the wet heat of it. He's salivating already, slick gathering against your skin, salt mixing with salt.

His eyes well up—glossy, desperate—and you swear you've never seen anything this pretty. Not when his brows curve down in that perfect blend of pleasure and ache as your fingers prod the back of his throat. Not when his moans vibrate against your palm, when everything is wet: your hand, his lashes, his jaw, rivulets of spit trailing down to pool in the hollows of his collarbones.

"Or is this what you wanted?" You push deeper, feeling him gag softly around your knuckles. "My hand down your throat?"

He sits before you, hands braced on your hips, staring up with something almost puppy-like in its devotion. He nods—shameless, earnest.

"All I ever wanted." His voice is husky, worn thin with exhaustion and lingering need.

"All that effort," you laugh, "just to be used like a little toy."

You grip his cock—still slick and firm before giving him a few rough strokes. Then you lift your hips and sink down onto him in one motion, sheathing him completely.

His eyes roll back.

You pause. Five full seconds of mercy, feeling him throb inside you, watching his mouth fall open. Then you begin to move—slow, intentionally brutal of your hips against his. Your fist reaches to tighten in his hair.

Mingi stutters out a sound, half moan, half embarrassed cry that catches in his throat. "S-shit!"

It burns—his girth stretching you wide, delicious and punishing, throbbing like it has its own pulse. Your ass smacks against his thighs with every downward stroke, the skin there flushing red from impact. His whole body shakes beneath you, oversensitive and overwhelmed.

You lean down, tongue tracing the column of his throat, then hover above his mouth.

Your spit falls between you.

Mingi's lips part. His tongue catches it, heavy-lidded and delirious. He swallows slow, forcing his eyes to stay open—locked on yours, asking without words: See? Aren't I good for you?

You spit again—except this time, it falls directly between your tits. Mingi licks up your sternum, eyes still locked on yours.

Your hips roll, rise, and fall with fatal precision. Your tits bounce with the force of it.

He's fucking huge. Taking him feels like being pushed to your absolute limits—every throb and twitch forces you to accommodate him inch by inch, your body yielding to the sheer weight of him. It's a feat in itself just to fit all of him.

But then something shifts.

Mingi tilts his head back, eyes closed, offering himself up in a silent plea for the kiss he's too scared to ask for.

You answer by catching his bottom lip between your teeth, biting just hard enough to leave indentations before releasing. He sighs into your mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close until your chests flush together. You flinch at the sudden contact—the leather of his harness, still warm from his skin, brushes against your nipples.

His tongue sweeps against yours, jaw loosening to take you deeper.

“Fuck," he breathes, hands sliding to your hips to pull you down against him. It’s urgent—hot in ways you can’t say you expected riding Mingi after years of hating him would be.

"If you cum in me, I'll kill you."

"Mhm. Fuck—" He hisses against your mouth, breath ragged as he drives you down on him. "Yes ma'am."

His palms spread over your ass, gripping tight and rocking you in a rhythm that has you gliding up and down effortlessly.

He looks over your shoulder and spreads you wider, staring down at where your bodies meet. When he pulls out to watch you gape open, you can't even summon the energy to be annoyed—you just shove him back down and ride him. Hard.

His hands grip your waist, admiring the way you bounce on his cock, the soft give of your body. He looks at himself, at the white mess coating his shaft. "So fucking creamy."

You grab his face, pinching his cheeks until his mouth puckers, then slap him—sharp—and shove two fingers past his lips, gripping the wet heat of his inner cheek as you slam down on him.

"Shit—you feel so good," he whines, long blonde hair falling into his eyes. "Wait, I'm cumming—"

His face goes panicked, puppy-desperate. You smile softly. “Mhm. You can cum on my tummy."

You fall back, working your clit to finish yourself off, fighting the urge to pull him deeper and cave to your (covert) need to have him cum inside do you.

His large body shadows yours as he buries his face in your neck with a cry, once you rub the tip of his cock with the palm of your hand.

"Clean it," you manage, barely audible.

Mingi drags his tongue across your hipbone, down the soft curve of your stomach, licking himself off you with something like tired worship. He finds your hand, sucking at your palm, sliding wet kisses between your fingers.

He lies flat then, face buried in your thigh, and spreads you open to taste what's still dripping from you.

Wordlessly, you pull him into your arms and cradle him against your chest.

You brush his hair back from his forehead, cupping his face as your thumb gently wipes the sweat from his temple.

“…I really did like you back then,” he mumbles, his face still buried between your breasts.

You let out a quiet hum. “Oh? Did you now?”

He groans into your chest. “God… fuck high school. Truly.”

His arms tighten around your waist.

More than anything, he hopes high school Mingi hasn’t completely ruined things for the version of him that finally might get the girl.

fin.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: sub mingi in the year of our lord. a quick writeeee + bonus photos of what mingi looks like in dirty little freak :3

@ashen-blue

Leave a comment if you’d like. It makes me happier than you’ll ever know. ♡

It still smelled of that strange air freshener that always made you a bit nauseous when mixed with Hongjoong’s signature cologne, and the seatbelt still felt sharp and uncomfortable on your neck. For some reason you had almost expected the car to have changed somehow, just like with Hongjoong. Sitting there with everything above the surface apparently as it was felt like playing pretend. You had expected for him to drive you into one of the usual shops around town you were already acquainted with, so when he had taken that turn into the highway you had started to get suspicious.

“Can’t get it done anywhere here” he had said “Has to be a real professional”

You had raised an eyebrow at him. He answered, or more like avoided most of your questions without taking his eyes out of the road for even a second. Hongjoong was surprisingly a good driver when he wanted to, but the way his eyes stayed glued straight ahead seemed to be more of an excuse to not look at you. However it might have just been the awkwardness between you two, a conversation to be had that you both were avoiding. Is not like you didn’t want to have it, in fact you had already had the conversation in your mind multiple times after he had texted you “wanna come get a piercing?” after two months of silence. In the end you had just sent “sure” and all the things you had planned to say you had left outside when you had closed the car door.

“Damn” you kicked an empty Monster can that pilled among other things at your feet on the passenger seat “What are you getting?”

“You’ll see. Well...” he trailed off, a soft chuckle as result of a joke you weren’t a part of yet “Not really, I guess”

“...okay?” You could tell without even asking. The eyebags under his eyes, his unkempt hair, the bitterness of the laugh that had just escaped his lips. He wasn’t over it. He wasn’t over her. After all, it had only been a week “You are not doing like, anything crazy, right?”

“Define crazy”

“I don’t know, like... I don’t want you to get something you’ll regret when you forget about her in a month”

“I don’t regret any of these" You had known Hongjoong ever since his skin had been bare, watching as ink left its mark in him one tattoo at a time. You could recollect every single one by memory, even those fans would never get to see. Her name fell from his lips after a brief silence, catching you off guard "That was her name”

“I know”

Of course you did. How could you not when she had been the last thing Hongjoong had talked about before it all went down. She had been a “miracle” as Hongjoong had called her, a meeting brought by fate at some event. You had seen her on his finsta stories, never in person. Embarrassingly, you had stalked her profile a few times like a complete masochist. You didn’t know much about her though, as Hongjoong seemed too busy to keep you updated on the relationship once she had agreed to go out with him. It had lasted about two months, which was within the usual window of time that it took Hongjoong’s relationships to end. It was always like this. Passionately fall for a girl, crash and burn, and then this: new addition to Hongjoong’s body. Well, this time there had been a slight change, but neither of you would bring it up.

“She was okay”

“I wouldn’t know” it pissed you off how you were supposed to be walking on eggshells around him, a little biting wouldn’t hurt him. You could tell it had though. Still, the car drive would be a nightmare if the mood got completely sour, so you decided to liven it up with a joke "Just don't get a full black sleeve or something like that just because your manager isn't here”

Hongjoong seemed to appreciate the breather.

“I know, don't worry. But it is... special”

There it was again, that lower register in his voice. You knew him all too well to understand that there was something that was troubling him. The idea of him doing something absurd for a girl he’d dated for two months pissed you off. That she could be that important while you were the backup friend he'd use when he needed someone to tag along. It made you feel worse that you had actually come to him.

“You sure you are not doing anything weird?”

“Can you stop worrying?”

“Well can you stop fucking around for a second?” Hongjoong looked out of his window, hands gripping the wheel a bit tighter, rings reflecting the sunlight. It didn’t feel good to snap at him, especially not when he was in a vulnerable state like that. But how long could you indulge him? How long could you silently forgive him? “Actually I have no idea why you asked me to come” Hongjoong didn’t look at you, his eyes glued to the asphalt and body stiff under your gaze. You sighed and looked out of the window, giving up “I guess time out is over”

The direct sunlight blinded you for a moment before you closed your eyes. You crossed your arms over your chest as it rose up and down with a heavy sigh. Hongjoong eyed you through the corner of his eye, his tongue slowly wetting his lips as if getting ready to say something. Whatever it was it felt heavy on his chest.

“I need someone with me” he murmured loud enough for you to hear, a slight shakiness in his voice “Someone I trust”

You opened your eyes and turned to him, catching his a second before he set them back ahead. There was worry but also determination.

“Okay, you are really freaking me out now”

“I am making it sound worse than it is, trust me”

“Then why don’t you just tell me?”

“It’s... complicated. Listen, I just--” he shrugged, hands leaving the wheel for a second “I can’t ask anyone else. It has to be you”

Far from easing your worries, the bare rawness of his voice worried you even more.

“Okay, stop the car. You are acting crazy”

“I keep making it sound weird but it’s true, okay?” he cackled somehow genuinely at your reaction “And if we get there and you don’t want to hold my hand you can wait outside but...” his shoulders shook with a brief shrug, then a short pause “It’ll hurt less knowing you are there”

You hated how much his words affected you.

“You really are not going to tell me”

“I sort of, maybe... want to see the face you make when you find out”

You saw the smile tug at the corner of his lips, the first one you’d seen since getting in the car. The first one you’d seen in months that didn’t come from a picture with him and his ex on his instagram story.

“Oh... so you are fucking with me. Thank god, I was starting to get worried. Turns out you are just your usual asshole self”

“If it ain’t broken, don’t fix it”

You shook your head with a scoff “Idiot”

You felt his eyes on you, the silence still tense but somewhat lighter.

“Thank you for coming, though”

You bit your lip and your eyes wandered to the landscape across your window again.

“Had nothing better to do”

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The tattoo shop was by far the most professional looking you had ever seen Hongjoong step into. The receptionist even smiled at the both of you as he saw you come in. You sat on the red velvet couch propped against the black wall, perfectly decorated with framed designs and art pieces in clean, minimalistic frames. Hongjoong walked towards you with the paperwork to sign in hand and sat next to you, closer than you had expected him to. You were still walking on eggshells around him, but he didn’t seem to be doing the same. He should have. He should be the one worried about making the wrong move, say the wrong thing, sit too close to you. And yet there he was, elbows propped on his knees that bruised against yours like it was okay to just do so. Like the last two months hadn’t happened. You both got taken into the room almost immediately where a man in his mid-thirties welcomed you two with a warm, formal smile The smell of sterilizer hit your nose almost as strongly as the white light had hurt your eyes. There was a black tattoo bed in the middle of the room where you assumed Hongjoong would sit, with two small stools resting nearby.

“We already went over all the details during your consultation and I trust you read the paperwork as well. I know you are familiar with all this but I just want to make sure you are ready”

“Yes sir, I am”

Whether it was anticipation or fear you couldn’t tell, but you knew him well enough to hear the nervousness behind the casualness of his voice.

“Okay! Get comfortable on the bed and pull down your underwear. You need to get erect for me to work the piece so I’ll give you guys a few minutes”

What?

You hadn’t said that aloud, and yet Hongjoong turned towards you like he had heard you. All color drained from his face as he saw the artist leave the room, the soft click of the door as it closed the last noise that room heard for a few seconds as you both stayed still.

“I did not think about that” Hongjoong finally said, pointing towards the door “Fuck, I should have told you earlier. I’m sorry” he passed both his hands through his hair, messy strands of freshly dyed black hair standing in all directions “This is fucking weird. I’m sorry, I--”

“What exactly is going on?”

“So... remember that idea I mentioned a year ago?” he asked hesitantly, forcing a smile

It took you a bit of effort to remember, and then your mouth fell open.

“You are out of your mind” your eyes unconsciously traveled down to his black sweats before you shut them tightly, attempting to compose yourself and ignore the heat creeping up your face “You brought me for this?”

“No! I didn’t-- shit, the plan was for you to just hold my hand” he held your gaze, and you saw the confidence leave him as his eyes moved somewhere else in the room as the reality of the situation seemed to hit him “Or you can wait outside, as I said--”

“What the fuck” you said, attempting to make sense of the situation. Of course. Only Hongjoong could get you both in a situation like this “Is that why you said I was the only one you could ask?”

“No, fuck. I’m sorry, seriously. I didn’t think of this. Shit” he laughed nervously “You can just leave and come back with him, close your eyes and all that” Hongjoong pondered for a moment, just how selfish he could get “Or you can just not come back. I just wanted you to hold my hand while it goes in but it’s okay, it’s stupid ”

No matter how amusing it had been seeing him panic in such a way, the sound of his voice, beaten and ashamed was not something you enjoyed. And yet.

“I should have known it was something crazy when you called me. I mean... after two months? You must have been desperate”

Hongjoong lowered his head, eyes fixed on his beaten black Converse. He blinked a few times and he pinched the bridge of his nose with a deep frown. He shifted his weight where he stood and you just waited.

“I’m sorry” he finally said, voice lower “I should have spoken to you”

You fell quiet, your soft smile and confidence disappearing.

“We already spoke about that”

“Not really. Not properly”

“It was nothing, Hongjoong”

“I shouldn’t have kissed you”

You sucked in your bottom lip, chest feeling tight.

“I said it was nothing”

You had said that. You both had.

Back in the same car you both had driven to the tattoo shop in. He had driven you home after one of your regular late night hang outs. Car drive, radio on and a “goodnight” that had stretched until early in the morning. You could still see him as he had been, head turned to you on the driver seat, smile wide as he laughed at something you couldn’t quite recall. The engine had been turned off a while ago when you both had realized the conversation would last longer than expected once again. That had been the night he had told you about the “miracle girl”, every detail he gave you about her making a bit more nauseous. There were years of practice to the way you could smile at Hongjoong as he spoke to you about other girls, but there was nothing you could do about the suffocating pressure of your chest whenever he did so. Your body had been turned to him, seatbelt unlocked, simply watching him under the dim light of a distant street lamp. It hurt every time you realized how much you loved him, and as you always did when the truth hit you, you became small and felt inadequate no matter what you said or did. You always tried to run away from him when that happened.

“I didn’t even have to ask for her number, she just gave it to me!”

“That’s bold” you matched his tone, hoping that would make lying easier. It usually did.

“Right? I don’t know. It was kind of hot”

“I bet. It’s your lucky day”

You wish you could have said the same thing. Your shift at work had been an absolute nightmare, the kind that made you want to lock yourself in the bathroom and angry cry for a few minutes. Your whole week had been like that, really. The only thing that had made it bearable was the plans you had made with Hongjoong on a rare spot where he was schedule-free, and now there you were: listening to him talk about how he had met the woman of his dreams that also happened to be really interested in him. You wished you could be an adult and be happy for him, but you were just a person, and the fact you couldn’t bring yourself to do so made you feel like a terrible one.

“You good?”

Hongjoong sounded worried, and when you finally rose your head to look at him he looked like it too. You hadn’t realized you had zoned out, lips wrapped around the straw of your empty drink and eyes fixed somewhere far away.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m just tired”

Hongjoong shifted on his seat and fully turned to you.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Of course you couldn’t fool Hongjoong. He knew you too well. That’s why it scared you so much whenever your act slipped even if just a bit. He would know.

You forced a smile, your acting not as sharp under the scrutiny “I’m fine, sorry. I’m excited for you, really” you had said, with the type of casualness that took effort. He had stilled at that, as if you had said something wrong. You had noticed the look he’d give you sometimes when you did things like these, like he somehow knew something was wrong. His eyes would scan your face for something, and it worried you that one day he might find it. Maybe he had already. You felt the familiar overwhelming feeling creep up on you, and you knew you couldn’t bear it much longer “Is late and all we are doing is talking so...”

You were looking for a way to finish the sentence and excuse yourself when he interrupted. His voice was low and the words stuck together with a mix of heat and confidence.

“Got any other suggestions?”

The heat crept from your chest to your face so quickly you almost felt feverish. You let out a nervous giggle and Hongjoong’s lips stretched into a smile, his heavy lided eyes dragging from your avoiding eyes to your lips that were still toying with the straw. Hongjoong took the empty cup from your hands and dropped it somewhere at his feet. The sudden silence in the car had made your heart start racing, and you would have said another stupid thing to break the tension if he hadn’t leaned over and kissed you. His lips pressed against yours, shut tight and a bit dry, nothing like you had imagined a hundred times before. His fingers buried themselves on your hair, stiff at first, then loosened when you hummed in satisfaction. He pulled away just enough to let you say something, and when you didn’t he kissed you again, tongue briefly draging along your lips. The sound of your mixed jaded breathing felt loud and obscene in the dead quiet of the car, and the idea that someone could pass by and see you through the windows worried you and excited you all the same. The idea that someone could see you kissing Hongjoong is one you had fantasized about for so long it felt ridiculous by then, and yet there he was, moaning against your lips and hand gently dragging up and down your knee before making its way upwards to your tigh. His thumb brushed along your jeans before he pulled away enough to whisper:

“This okay?”

His voice made you giddy, so close and low and hot against your mouth. You got to nod only once before a bright light blinded you, making you both wince and turn to it. It’s was his phone that vibrated against the holder with an incoming call. Her name was displayed in bold black letters against the white background. There was a few seconds in which you had to make a choice, and as usual the one you took was the easy one that would cause you the most pain. You just laughed.

“Calling at two in the morning? You better pick that up”

The muscles pulling at your smile ached, and the strain to keep your voice steady hurt your throat. You pulled away from Hongjoong, in more ways than one. He could feel it immediately. The coldness, the distance.

“I mean... it’s just--”

“It’s okay Hongjoong” you had already opened the door, body turned away from him and your leg already on the ground “I'm cool on you”

That had been the last time you both had seen each other. There had been some awkward texting trying to emulate a casual conversation for a few days before he told you he was dating that girl, and then the conversation had died until he had asked you to come get the piercing with him.

“I’m sorry” he repeated, a bit louder, shakier. He looked at you from barely a few feet away, but the distance between you two felt bigger and way colder “You can wait in the car if you want. I’ll take you home later. Or I can call you an uber and you can leave now”

You didn’t want to leave, and despite everything, you didn’t want things to be like this.

“Hongjoong, I’d do this for you any time, but...” you hestitated, and you understood why he couldn’t look at you as you found yourself avoiding his eyes too. It was shame, fear “Getting a new girlfriend and shutting me off for months only to ask me to come here and do this? Like you knew I’d come back to you like a lap dog?” you felt your jaw quiver, cutting your speech short “It doesn’t feel great”

“That wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to see you” Hongjoong scoffed “That’s kind of w...” Hongjoong trailed off and silence settled once again “I kept talking about you” he finally said “That’s why we broke up”

You stared at him, and to your surpise he was looking at you. You saw his pupils shake, but he didn’t look away, no matter how much he wanted to.

“What a stupid reason” you whispered.

“Yeah”

Your arms unfolded and fell to your sides.

“Do you want me wait outside?”

A shrug.

“Do you want to leave?”

“I asked first”

“I asked second”

You both laughed softly, and for a moment it all felt like it’d all be alright. You pondered for a few seconds before you walked to the door and disappeared behind it. Hongjoong nodded, more to himself than to you.

“Fucking stupid” he muttered to himself as he pulled down his sweats, just as the door opened and you entered the room again “Shit! What--”

Hongjoong hurried to pull his pants up again, hitting the stools and making a crashing noise reverberate through the room as he fell forward on the bed. You would have laughed if you hand’t been fighting the dizziness that came with your eyes quickly snapping to the other side of the room. You had seen nothing, and you needed to keep telling yourself that so the heat wouldn’t turn your cheeks bright red.

“Sorry! I should have knocked. I asked him if he could give us a few more minutes”

“Wh--”

He looked completely lost and embarrassed as he straightened up. His hands were still tightly gripping the waistband of his pants as he saw you walk inside the room and towards him.

“You are all depressed now, there’s no way you are going to get hard so--”

“Wow, can you not say that?” he asked with almost a wince, his eyes closed tightly as if you were the one suddenly undressing in front of him with no warning.

You gave him a confused look.

“What? Get hard?” a crooked smile spread across your face as you saw the slight pink at the tip of his ears “I’m pretty sure you’ve heard worse things”

“Yeah, not from you. It feels... wrong”

“What happened to ‘it has to be you’” you mocked.

“I meant for you to hold my hand”

You pursed your lips, furrowing your brows in confusion.

“So you don’t need any help?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I sort of... thought that’s what you actually meant when you asked me if I wanted to stay”

You could see the gears turning in his head, painfully slowly.

“No! No, I’d never--” Hongjoong closed his mouth, then opened it again “I mean, not... never”

“Whatever, Hongjoong. I’m a woman. I’m your friend. It’s cool with me” you said, feigning aloofness “You can just... touch me or something, imagine I’m her or whoever. I don’t know”

Hongjoong stared at you for what felt like minutes before he spoke again.

“You are crazy”

“Actually, I am ‘the only one you could ask’”

“Stop it, I’m going to kill you” the threat was loud and genuine, but you could also see the way his eyes scanned your body in one swift look before falling silent again.

His eyes wandered around the room. You bit your lip, worried that this was it. Everything could break apart in an instant, the fate of your friendship at the tip of Hongjoong’s tongue.

“He’s going to charge you over time” you joked, trying to backtrack.

“Shut up”

Silence again.

“Hongjoong” you called for him in a soft voice, and he finally looked at you “I can leave, it’s okay. I’ll be on the other side when--”

“No” he instinctively took a step forward, as if you were going to walk away “It’s fine is just...”

You didn’t notice when Hongjoong had walked backwards towards the bed, bringing you with him as his hand still held your arm. He had sat down on the bed and as he rested his back against the back of it you knew he wouldn’t say anything else. There was no need for it. He let go of you and sat with his hands resting over his lap as if he didn’t know what to do with himself. He was looking at you, waiting for you to approach him. Under any circumstances you would have laughed, but you just crossed the distance and stood closer to him.

“Where did that big talk go?” he joked, the excitement and nervousness evident in his voice.

You panicked for a moment, the situation becoming real all too suddenly.

“Do you want to make out or...?”

“I don’t know what we are doing” he said and you laughed together “But it feels good”

“I haven’t even touched you yet”

“You are gonna touch me?” he said, halfway between a question and a plea.

You absentdmindedly reached for his hair, burying your fingers in the soft black locks while trying to ease your own heartbeat. The moment your fingertips had ran through the base of his scalp he stilled, a shiver running down his back. Hongjoong inhaled softly and deeply, eyes fluttering before fixating on your lips.

“Is that alright?”

Your voice was low, the question spoken like a secret. Hongjoong nodded lazily, face dangerously close to yours. 

“Feels good”

His voice dived an octave lower, which you took as an invitation to drag your nails a bit further through his scalp. Hongjoong shifted on his seat and he closed his eyes. You took in his features, still the same as you had remembered these last few months, and yet something had changed. Maybe it had been you.

“I missed you” you confessed with a shaky breath.

“Me too”

“Don’t do that again”

Your fingers grabbed onto his hair, softly pulling at the locks and earning a sharp inhale from him. Hongjoong opened his eyes, brown eyes piercing through yours, eyelids heavy.

“I won’t”

He brought his hand to your waist, taking a moment to gauge your reaction. You expected him to have reached higher, towards the thin lace of your bra. He could have felt the drumming of your heart against your chest, almost begging to be felt. Instead he drew his fingers across your waist, his hand hesitantly sneaking underneath your top and caressing your lower back. Goosebumps covered every inch of your skin, you were sure Hongjoong would be able to see it. His eyes darted around your body, seeing it stiffen as his fingers caressed further up your back with lazy moves. His head fell forward, almost resting against your shoulder, nested against your neck. You felt the hot fanning of a breathing against your neck, and Hongjoong saw your swallow before his eyes fluttered shut as he stirred on his seat. The motion made his nose bump against your neck, and your hand instinctively held his shoulder as if you thought he would fall, fingernails digging slightly into his skin when you felt the softeness of his lips brush against your ear for just a second. Then again, a bit bolder but hesitant chaste kiss to your neck with a soft noise.

You felt his shoulder muscles under his skin as he moved his arm, followed by the rustling of clothes. He struggled awkwardly for a few seconds in which his grip on your waist tightened. The side of his face felt burning hot against your neck, and you wondered if he was embarrassed.

“Do you need help?”

“No” he was “I’ve got it”

The hand on his shoulder ventured downwards, anticipation jolted through your body before you had time to feel ashamed of it. You felt the hard bits of the old band t-shirt Hongjoong wore, the name faded away and rough under your fingertips. You felt his chest rise up and still as your hand stayed there for a second, feeling the faint drumming of his fast heartbeat, before continuing your way down. The fanning of his breath against your neck stopped and his body froze when he felt you push his hand that was resting on his crotch to the side. His other hand that had been low on your back, pinky finger toying with the hem of your jeans stopped altogether. Saying he was half hard would have been an understatement. It felt hot as you palmed it softly over his sweats. A soft whine escaped his lips, so pathetic you felt it directly between your legs. You stilled for a moment, savoring and processing the sound of it. It must have been too long because with a hot sigh Hongjoong's hand rested on top of yours, squeezing himself with your hand in a silent, desperate and pathetic plea. You palmed him, a bit drunk on how desperate he felt, head limp on the crook of your neck, his body so hot you could feel it. His fingernails digged slightly on your lower back as he whined against your ear, holding onto you as if steadying himself. You could feel yourself getting wet. If this was the state you were both in by simply touching each other over clothes, just how much--

Hongjoong moaned against your neck when you passed your fingers under the waistband of his sweats. Of course he wasn't wearing underwear, it would be too uncomfortable after the piercing was done. His skin felt hot, sweat making it a bit sticky too. When you finally grabbed his cock his mouth opened in a silent moan. He was hard by now, heavy under your touch, gratefully twitching when you had started dragging your hand painfully slowly. He was dragging his tongue through your neck in open mouth kisses, lost in the way you pumped him slowly.

"Can I put it out?" you asked, sounding way hornier than you wanted him to know. He shook his head, but the way his hand gripped at the flesh of your waist told you the idea was somewhat to his liking "I want to see it"

He thrust himself into your hand, giving himself away almost like it had been an accident. He moaned weakly into your neck, and soon he found himself doing it again, and again, and again. The chair rocked slightly, the frantic screeching of its swaying filling the room and giving away the pathetic way Hongjoong was fucking himself into your hand, holding onto you for dear life. His hands gripped at your shoulders and waist, putting you at a very uncomfortable position, but the sound of his panting on your ears and the feeling of his now slick cock desperately thrusting onto your hand was too exhilarating for you to care. Then you heard his airy voice against the shell of your ear, loud and hot. It sent the most pleasant chills down your spine.

“You can tell him to come in”

You both could tell neither of you wanted to stop, but he knew he'd cum if he thrust into you even once more. You put your hand away, resting it against his chest to stabilize yourself. His clothes felt strangely warm, and the feeling of his fast heartbeat strangely flattering. You expected him to look away when you pulled away from him but he didn’t, his clouded eyes stuck to you like a madman. He fixated on the way your chest rose up and down, your exposed waist where he had lifted your top, the small wet patch on your neck where he had drooled. Your chest, where he seemed to regret not touching you. Your flushed face and hazy eyes staring down at him, mirroring his.

“Hurry, or I’ll finish” he moaned against your mouth.

You turned around and exited the room under Hongjoong’s burning gaze. It felt embarrassing to call for the artist in such a state, wondering if he'd know. When you entered the room your eyes stayed glued to the floor until you had been next to Hongjoong, his hand warm holding tightly onto yours. It felt so strange doing this after what had just happened. The metallic clanking behind you made you shiver and you tried not to think about what would be going down soon. Next to you, Hongjoong’s eyes were glued to the ceiling, the strong white light reflecting on his glassy blue eyes.

“It’ll be just a moment” his eyes fell onto you and despite the nervousness still evident in them, they softened “You are going to look so cool”

His grip on your hand tightened. It really was just a moment, but to Hongjoong it probably felt way longer than it had been. Your hand would hurt for a while after the way he had held onto it, but you wouldn’t tell him that. His jaw tensed as he held in a pained cry, and despite not being able to see what was going on, the implication made you wince. A single tear streamed down his cheek, softly wiped them away by you. His breathing seemed to steady as you heard the familiar sound of gloves being pulled out.

“All done. Bleeding for a few days will be normal, it’s nothing to worry about. Clean the wound twice a day, dry it gently, don’t touch the piece, the usual. No swimming. No oral or penetrative sex for a month" none of you said anything, but you both were obviously disappointed "Erections are okay but there might be some bleeding too... I think that’s it. I’ll let you fix yourself and I’ll be waiting outside, okay? See you in a minute, guys”

“Thanks” Hongjoong’s voice was raspy but he felt alright “Wait outside, I’ll be right there”

“Okay”

-

You had expected for Hongjoong to walk with a bit more difficulty than he did, but despite the slight hint of discomfort on his face there weren’t many tells. He might be able to hide it from the members after all. After Hongjoong had arranged for his follow up visit you both exited the place, the clear mid-day sky welcoming you despite the chill air. You expected things to get awkward, but it surprised you how much you both just seemed horny and frustrated.

“You hungry?” Hongjoong asked as he fished inside of his jacket for his car keys.

“I could go for a bite, yeah”

His hand grabbed onto the handle of the driver’s seat and you both sat down inside.

“Thank you. Really” he said.

“No need. And I am sorry”

Hongjoong frowned.

“Sorry for what?”

“For your girlfriend breaking up with you because of me”

His lips shaped into a crooked smile.

“Who said she’s the one who broke up?” You looked at each other for a moment before he leaned forward and he kissed you. It was soft, and slow. So slow that it was obvious it was far from innocent. His eyes trailed down your body with a sigh "What about we go back to your place, actually?"

You bit your lip and shook your head. Your thighs pressed together.

"Didn't you hear what he just said"

"He said no oral and no sex, on me" his eyes bored into yours, hungry "There are so many things I can do for you" his hand rested on your knee, lazily moving upwards "Please?" Your legs parted and his hand eagerly touched your through your jeans. Hongjoon let of a soft groan, even through the thick fabric he could feel the heat "How wet did you get?"

"It's your fault" you complained, aware of the way Hongjoong would soften up at your pouty demeanor from time to time.

"Is it?" he feigned innocently, his fingers uselessly pressing harder over your entrance through the jeans, as if your cunt was desperately calling out to him. It was nothing short of disgusting how horny you both were in plain daylight, parked on the street with people passing by "Should I fix it?"

-

You both tried to make the ride back to your apartment, but thirty minutes proved to be too much. Heat was blinding Hongjoong, eyes darting around like a crazy man, so impatient he'd hit the claxon at any car that took more than one second to floor it after the light turned green. He was trying hard not to touch you with his free hand, and you were busy ignoring how uncomfortably your panties stuck to your pussy. He had driven inside the parking lot of a mall, half empty, as you questioned him.

"I'm sorry" he had said, before finding the emptiest, most secluded part of it and parking against the wall "get in the back" he demanded, but there was desperation underneath it.

He winced like something hurt, and it was then you could see he was fully hard underneath his sweats. You wanted so badly to see the piercing. Touch it, suck around it, feel it deep inside. A moan escaped your mouth just thinking about it as you let yourself fall on the back seat, Hongjoong coming through the door and slamming it behind him. His hands went for your zipper right away, pulling at the waist of off your jeans with impatient hands. You stopped him.

"All the way?" you asked, your panic as strong as how feverishly horny you felt.

"No one will see" he said before he kissed you, mouth open and tongue dragging across it.

Hongjoon moaned at the difficulty he had when he tried to pull your pants down. He had become painfully aware of your plush thighs and pretty ass for a long time now. He had thought about humping you like a dog whenever he took notice of how well fitted your pants were, or when you'd sit down next to him in a playful minskirt. He didn't even think about fucking you, the simple idea of humping your ass, fully clothed and cumming in his boxers was enough for him. The jeans pilled in an awkward way at your ankles, but it was enough for Hongjoong to maneuver. He didn't waste time and pulled your panties to the side. Breath hitched on his throat when his fingers touched your pussy. You could see the blissful surprise in his eyes, locked on yours, before he had to look down to make sure he wasn't going crazy. He trailed his fingers across it, so wet they easily slid across it.

"Fuck" he said in a pained whine, like he couldn't believe his eyes. He closed them for a moment, trying to concentrate on the nasty, slick sounds that embarrassingly filled in the quiet of the car as his fingers spread your lips. It made his dick twitch painfully.

His eyes went back to yours again, as if asking you if this was real. You looked away, embarrassed. It drove him insane, your flushed face, shiny shy eyes and brows furrowed in shame. All while he felt his fingers wet and sticky against your cunt that seemed to be pleading for him to fuck you.

He didn't even try, his fingers seemed to slip inside your pussy with ease, getting sucked in in a way that had you both moaning into each other's mouths. He pulled them out, taking off the rings on his fingers and unceremoniously tossing them somewhere in the car. He put his fingers right back in as deep as he could, his other hand trying to push your knee as far away as the jeans at your feet allowed it. He groaned almost childishly, taking his fingers away again.

"Take the pants off"

He leaned forward to take your shoes off, but you stopped him again.

"What if someone sees"

"The windows are tinted"

It shouldn't have been enough to convince you, but it did the job. You let him take your shoes and jeans off, horny by just seeing how desperate he was to just finger you. He turned you slightly, your back now pressed against the car door, him sitting on the back seat with your pretty pussy in full display for him. Your back hurt, uncomfortable, but the way he was looking at you was worth it. You could see his fully hard dick pressing against his sweats and you knew it must hurt against the restrain. He pushed your knees apart, but you closed them. It almost made you feel bad, the way he looked at you like he had done something wrong. Before he had time to wonder if he had messed up, you said:

"Pull your pants down, friction is going to hurt you"

Hongjoong bit his lips, it did hurt.

"It's okay..." he started saying, until he saw how you pressed your legs together, hiding you from him. The simple act of losing sight of your leaking pussy for even a second seemed to do the trick, his hands quickly pulling the waistband of his sweats down and freeing his hard, red cock. You could faintly see the piercing, glistening faintly under the fluorescents of the parking lot. You pussy clenched around nothing, around the mere thought of fucking his pierced cock deep inside you.

"Do you like it?" he asked, a hint of shyness laced on his heated breath.

"When it gets better, can I fuck it?"

Hongjoong nodded slowly, as if taking in your request. He parted your legs, slightly pressing them against your chest, making you whimper at the nasty way he was eyeing you. With a whimper he went back to trace his fingers across your pussy, tantalizingly slow for someone who was so desperate to be knuckles deep inside you seconds ago.

"I want to spit on it but you don't need it"

You understood then why he had fallen so quiet, why he was toying with your entrance. He was savoring the sound of it. The slick, faint and nasty sound your pussy made whenever he graced his fingers across it. You pushed your hips, almost begging him, and he obeyed. His fingers slid right inside again, this time perfectly going all the way in until his knuckes pressed against the entrance. How he wished he could put more in, fuck you like a pathetic bitch in heat in the back of his car. The way you moaned brought him back to reality. You clenched around him, and he worried he might cum. Slowly he pulled his fingers out, savoring the slick coat of arousal around your fingers before pushing them back in. They filled you up again, your hips moving on their own again. He pumped them inside you slowly, lost in the small pants that left your mouth, your eyes glued to the way his hand got sucked inside your cunt over and over again. His thumb started to press at your clit whenever his fingers went all the way in, and the loud moans you were trying to suppress turned into pathetic cries whenever it did. The cries, the exposure, your hot pussy, the filthy sounds. He was going to cum. He needed to compose himself.

He pulled his fingers out, and you let out a whimper that sounded like a question. He dragged your legs towards him, until he had your back arching across the back seat. His hands grabbed at the neck of your tank top, pulling it down unceremoniously to expose your tits to him. The way he seemed so desperate to do so got you clenching around nothing. His hands moved to them, palming them with a satisfied groan, brows furrowed as he took the whole sight in. You, sprawled in the back seat of his car, chest exposed and your legs open just for him to see and touch, thighs wet with your own arousal. His hands dragged down, nails scratching at your stomach and thighs on their way back to hold the back of your knees against your chest.

"I want to fuck you" he said, as if it were a confession "I've always wanted to fuck you"

Maybe it had been a confession, an apology he felt he'd owe you soon. He winced, and you thought the piercing might hurt, but you understood once you saw and felt him cum on you and the leather seat. A thin string connected his cock to the cum that now covered your gaping pussy. It felt hot, but not as hot as the sight in front of you: Hongjoong hunched forward, head down in shame and panting slightly.

"I'm sorry" he breathed out, an you could tell he was embarrassed.

He heard you groan lowly, and for a second he worried he really had ruined everything, until you said:

"You are so hot"

His head shot up when he felt you grabbing his wrist, coating his fingers on his own cum before moving your hips to fuck yourself onto his hand. Hongjoong moaned loudly in surprise, which startled him so much that he turned around to make sure no one had heard. He brought his attention back to you quickly, not wanting to miss a single second of what was going on inside his car. Neither did you. The sight of his shiny eyes, fucked-out expression and parted lips making you squeeze his pretty fingers, dragging another whine from him.

"You are fucking me so well" you said, speaking for the first time. You voice was strained, dry "Can't you feel how much I love it?"

You clenched around him on purpose, and the way his face twisted anyone might think he was severely hurt.

"Does it feel good?" he breathed "Do my fingers feel good? Tell me they feel good"

His desperation made you clench again "It feels so fucking good, can't you hear it?"

He could hear it, that filthy sound now exacerbated by his cum getting pushed in and out of your cunt. He was getting hard again, watching you hold onto his hand and thrust into it, using it to abuse your own pussy with such a pleased, eager expression.

"You are so pretty. You have such a pretty pussy" the words left his mouth like a lost thought. He wasn't really thinking anymore.

"I want you to fuck it"

"Shut up" he groaned.

Hongjoon leaned in and kissed you, the drool that had formed at the sight of you now falling down your chin in a clash of teeth and tongue. He pressed his tongue against yours, forcing it deep inside your mouth just as he buried his fingers deep, deep inside you. The moan that rose from your throat choked on his tongue. He pulled it out of your mouth it with a nasty sound, a thread of saliva connecting your lips. Just by the way he looked, you knew he was hard again.

"I'm going to fuck you so good. I promise you"

He pulled his fingers back again, and proceeded to finger you at a speed that made it clear he was trying to get you to cum before he did again, and he was close.

"You sound so fucking good"

He patted at his sweats with his free hands, hand looking for something like a desperate puppy. He finally found it: his phone. When you realized what he was doing, both embarrassment and heat spread through your lower belly, making you whine in a way that made Hongjoong's hand shake, but his pace never faltered. He had opened the recording app and placed it close to your pussy, making sure every filthy little sound was saved for later.

You came with a loud cry, and Hongjoong savored every small clench, every small wet sound that came from your orgasm as he moaned himself, painfully hard and wishing he could use you like a fleshlight. He rode out your orgasm by recording every sound, fingers going inside and out, stretching you out and dragging them across your cunt to record as much as possible. When he was done, he pulled them out, and sat with a deep sigh, placing his hard cock insde his sweats with a wince. He took a look at you, then leaned forward and kissed you softly on the lips. It was soft, careful, like the first one you had shared in that same car. You were both riding the high, and you felt blissful enough to do him the favour of cleaning his fingers by bringing them to your mouth, tongue dragging across them in small licks.

"You are awful" Hongjoong said, voice strained and eyes going dark again.

It made you chuckle, and baring your teeth you bit them playfully before placing a chaste kiss on them.

He pulled your top back up, and helped you sit comfortably after lying in such a straining position for so long. The truth was, if he let you stay in that position for longer, he might be tempted to bury his fingers deep inside you again. God, he already missed the feeling of your pussy around them. He looked around to make sure there was no one around.

"You good?" he asked, lips pressed against your cheek in a soft kiss.

You humed in response.

"I'm sorry about your car" you said, guiding Hongjoong eyes to the part of the back seat between you two that was covered in cum. Hongjoong's chest rose and fell with a deep sigh.

"It's my fault. I was too impatient"

"How are you going to survive a whole month?"

Something flashed in Hongjoong's eyes. Something soft and unguarded.

"I think I'll manage, if you help me out"

You bit your lip. It was obvious he was still incredibly horny. So were you.

"Do you think you'll last until we reach my apartment?" you didn't miss the way Hongjoong's eyebrows rose, eyes shining, then it disappeared after he took a quick glance at the time on his phone.

"I have to go back to the dorm..."

You playfully shrugged.

"You could be very quiet" you whispered into his lips before kissing them so softly it made his dick twitch.

"I can't be, you just saw" he retorted, but you could tell he only needed a little push.

"It's easy if your mouth is busy" you kissed his neck, tongue dragging swiftly through te spot "Buried under my pretty pussy"

————————

It had been about a month since you moved in to the Kim Family house as a live-in nanny. Mr. Kim had just settled a messy divorce and won custody of his two children which was great but brought along some challenges with his demanding job.

You got lucky with this one. It was your first job as a nanny but something must have told Mr. Kim that you had promise. Your hours were Monday-Friday from 6am-6pm with weekends off. You had a room in his house with access to everything in the kitchen. Unlimited grocery budget. Even on the weekends you stayed at the home, enjoying your time off in your room or by the pool.

You were in charge of making the meals for the family, taking the kids to school, and doing the laundry and errands when they were in class before picking them up. The job paid nicely. Very nicely. And you admit you did quite enjoy living with a very hot single father.

Hongjoong Kim was handsome and successful. He owned multiple businesses around the world, always in meeting and making phone calls. He typically worked from home but, on the occasion, had to go on visits to his buildings.

Hongjoong was great with his children, always taking time after work to spend the evening playing with them or helping them with homework. You were thankful you got the evening off work but often found yourself lingering, enjoying his company a bit too much.

He was sweet and made you giggle whenever he would tease you for every stain and rip caused by the craziness of watching the kids.

“You’re quite messy, aren’t you?” He would smirk, making you blush.

“Sorry, Mr, Kim. They insisted on mixing the brownie batter but had some trouble with the hand mixer.” You tried to explain but he held his hand up gently to stop you.

“I’m only kidding. I like the mess. I appreciate you taking such good care of the kids.”

———————

Your room was next door to Hongjoong’s. It was small but had everything you needed. A queen bed, desk, dresser, and tv. You hung fairy lights and some pictures to make it feel more like home. Mr. Kim has been quite generous, letting you pick up anything you wanted at the store whenever you went on a trip for the family. You treated yourself to silk sheets, a plush rug, comforting teddy bear, and… a vibrating dildo from the “family planning” aisle.

You threw it in the shopping basket a week ago. The cart full with groceries and other home necessities which made you hope the item name would blend in with everything else on the receipt.

The first time you used it, you came in less than a few minutes, completely not use to the intensity. You came hard, orgasming from pressing the end down hard on your clit, legs clamping together while you gasped into your hand, hoping Mr. Kim could not hear you.

What you didn’t know was that, not only could he hear you, but he could see you.

Hongjoong Kim was a loving father, businessman, and a pervert.

He knew there were more qualified applicants for the job than you. But when you walked in with your blinding smile, short skirt, and hard nipples peeking out from under your cotton shirt, he couldn’t help but hire you. He wanted you in his home, prancing around, just a thin wall between you two. A wall that now had a tiny, almost invisible, peephole.

He tried to control himself at first. He was actually very satisfied with the job you were doing and thought for a moment to keep it professional, and he did.

For a while.

——————

You were gone visiting your parents for the day. When the kids were asleep for a nap, he walked into your room to see what you had changed. It was lit beautifully with twinkling lights, everything still organized from you just finishing unpacking. However, his eyes caught the glimpse of a crumpled up piece of black fabric on the floor. He reached down for it, holding it up in front of him. A pair of silk black panties. The crotch coated in dried arousal.

He brought it up to his sharp nose and inhaled the scent, getting drunk off of it. His cock immediately getting hard, straining against his slacks. He wondered what made you so wet. Did you cum in these? What did it look like when you came undone? He had to find out.

It was that night he took a drill and carefully made the hole. It was blended in to the wallpaper nicely, pointed directly at your bed, not easily seen unless you were searching for one.

He was able to put it to use that evening.

You got back to the house and ran quickly up the stairs to your room, accidentally ramming into Mr. Kim in the hallway. He gripped your arms tightly to steady you, the strength of his grasp making your heart beat.

“I’m so sorry, sir!” You gasped. Hongjoong secretly shifted his now growing erection he seemed to get every time you referred to him as “sir.”

“No worries, hun. Just be careful. We don’t want you getting hurt.” His voice was thick like honey, making butterflies appear in your stomach. You suddenly realized how incredible close you were to him. Eyes focused on his lips and sharp teeth that were pulled into a smile.

You gulped and nodded your head, unable to form words. He let go of your arms and tapped under your chin lightly before slipping back into his room, leaving you breathless in the hall.

Hongjoong’s chest was heaving as well as he tried to calm himself from behind the door. He waited until he heard the soft ‘click’ of yours shutting, then went to look through the hole he had made.

He watched as you slowly walked around the room, placing your stuff down in its rightful place, and as you began to change into your pajamas.

You slipped your tank top over your head, fingers grazing your sides as you lifted it up, goosebumps raising on your skin. You inhaled deeply at the sensation, suddenly wondering what it would feel like if your touch was replaced by Mr. Kim..

You shook away the thought and pushed your skirt down to the floor, leaving you in your panties and thin cotton bra. Your nipples were hard, creating pebbled peaks through the fabric.

Hongjoong’s cock twitched from the sight.

The air in the room hit your core, the cold feeling between your thighs illuminating you to the fact you were aroused. You brought your fingers down between your legs and pressed down onto the wet spot, your panties squelching from the arousal.

You didn’t know but, behind the wall, Hongjoong was losing control.

Your panties fell to the floor, right next to the pair you had slipped out of the night before. You were not one who was new to pleasuring yourself but, lately, you found yourself aching to get off every night. Thoughts wandering to your new “boss.”

You lifted your hands up to your chest and cupped your breasts in your hands giving them both a squeeze. You exhaled quietly then took each nipple between your fingers and pinched. A small whimper slipping through your parted lips.

Hongjoong started to palm himself over his pants as he watched you, pre-cum leaking into his boxers.

You turned to your bed and climbed on top, unknowingly giving the man of your fantasies quite the view of your perky backside. Hongjoong wondered if anyone had used that hole yet..

Reaching up towards all your pillows, you dragged out your new giant teddy bear and laid it down onto the sheets. Mr. Kim watched as you straddled the stuffed bears stitched face, nuzzling the nose up into your cunt. Your hips rocking back and forth over it, the hard plastic piece sewn on to the snout rutting up against your clit perfectly.

“Mmm..” you whimpered as you continued to ride the stuffed toy. Your fingers finding your breasts again. You slipped the bra off over your head, tits spilling out. Hongjoong rutted his hard cock against the wall, watching as your tits bounced while grinding your cunt into your toy.

You felt your climax building and quickened your pace. Mr. Kim noticed also, and freed his aching cock from his pants. His hand wrapping around his throbbing member.

“That’s it baby, don’t stop.” He whispered so low he could hardly hear his own voice. Your head was thrown back, hips rocking quick and off-beat. You were so, so close.

“Auhh- mm-“ you whimpered mindlessly, ready to snap. Sounds pricking at Hongjoong’s ears.

“Come on baby, let me see you cum.” He growled.

Your orgasm followed quickly, almost as if you had heard his filthy words. You convulsed and twitched as you rode out your high, your climax coating the fur of your teddy bear.

Hongjoong’s released onto his hand, his lip almost bleeding from biting down so hard to halt his moans. He continued to milk himself until you collapsed onto your bed. He could see the glistening and matted fur of the bear when you tossed it aside.

He had never been so jealous of a stuffed animal before.

He cleaned himself off and sat in his bed, a sudden feeling of shame washing over him.

What was he thinking? Spying on his young nanny? He was a father! He would kill anyone who thought to do that to his children so, why should he? He swore to never use the peephole again. And he kept that promise.

Until you bought the sex toy.

——————-

Things had gotten a bit different at the Kim household. Hongjoong decided the children needed to be on a stricter schedule, in bed an hour earlier than before. This made the house a bit quieter and easy to walk around in without the children wanting attention.

Tonight, you were treating yourself to a bowl of vanilla ice cream. You ate it standing at the kitchen island, slightly bent over the granite countertops watching a YouTube video. You were startled by a pair of hands lightly grabbing you around the waist.

It was Mr. Kim, holding you still while he tried to slide past you. His crotch “accidentally” grazing past your behind.

“Sorry, my dear. I thought ice cream sounded good as well.”

“Oh, um- yes. Please join me.” You shuttered.

Mr. Kim grabbed a bowl and a scoop and stood next to you at the counter. He brought the frozen cream to his lips and ate it delicately. You found yourself watching him, studying him. He was handsome and mysterious, always polite and kind but definitely had a secret.

He felt your stare and looked over at you.

“What? Do I have some on my face?”

“What?” Your cheeks felt hot. “I’m um- no. Sorry.”

Hongjoong couldn’t help but giggle.

He suddenly reached his hand out across you, his knuckles scraping against your semi-hard nipples, making you jump.

“You have a bit-“ he said, ripping a paper towel off the roll next to you and brought it to your face. He wiped off the melted cream that coated a piece of your lip, his hand lingering a bit long. The tension in the room grew as you both stared at each other intently. Your core began to ache deeply.

You wanted him so, so, bad.

“I uh, thank you. I think I’m finished. I don’t want to have too much sugar and not be able to sleep!” You told him, your voice a bit too high pitched to be believable. But of course, you couldn’t tell him that really, you just needed to go upstairs and masturbate. Immediately. Your nipples still tingling and pebbled up hard under your shirt. Mr. Kim noticed as well.

“Sure. Goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning.”

You walked out of the kitchen quietly then quickly trotted up the stairs, locking your bedroom door behind you. Your pussy ached, clit pulsing with desire. And your panties? Already ruined, just like every night before.

Did he mean to touch you? Graze across your sensitive nipples? Did he know how it made you pulse down below where his cock should be?

You stripped out of your clothes and ran your hand across your naked body, goosebumps raising onto the skin with every trace of your own fingertips.

On the other side of the wall, Hongjoong licked his lips, ready for show.

You sat on the edge of your bed and brought your hand between your thighs, rubbing your clit slowly, warming yourself up before reaching to grab your vibrator out of your nightstand drawer and replacing it where your fingers were.

The vibrations tingled your clit, making you whimper softly. But, it wasn’t enough. You needed something more.

You had yet to use the toy inside of you, intimidated by penetration as you had yet to loose your virginity. But, even without knowing what it would be like, you craved the feeling of a cock inside of you.

Of Mr. Kim’s cock.

You pulled your knees up high onto the bed, resting your heels on the side of the mattress and brought the dildo down to your hole. You pressed the tip down onto your opening, teasing it lightly with the vibration turned off.

Hongjoong’s jaw dropped, realizing what he was about to see. He frantically unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the floor, cock already leaking.

You pushed the toy further in, your soaking wetness making it slip in easier than you had thought. Only experiencing the slightest sting from the stretch. It was greatly muffled by the deliciously full feeling you were getting the deeper you pushed inside.

The entire length of the toy was now inserted into you. You could feel yourself throbbing around the silicone, dripping down onto your hand. Your thighs twitched, and you swore you could cum just from the feeling of this toy stuffing you alone.

Taking a deep breath to brace yourself, you clicked the ‘on’ button, toy buzzing to life. Your toes curled, the deep vibrations instantly making your cunt orgasm.

“NNNUUUGGNN!-“ you moaned loudly. Uncontrollably. Body twitching and convulsing.

Hongjoong couldn’t believe his eyes at how hard you came from just having the toy inside of you.

‘A virgin.’ He thought to himself, mouth watering.

You pulled the toy out of you and turned it off, still experiencing the aftershocks of your orgasm. You curled up into a ball, holding your twitching legs until you could feel them again. Once you caught your breath, you jumped up, running across the room to peek through the crack in the door.

Did Mr. Kim hear me moan? You thought to yourself. You didn’t think so.

Hongjoong noticed what you were doing and chuckled to himself darkly in the quiet. Pleased with the idea that he was the first thought in your head after cumming.

You climbed back on the bed and, to his surprise, got back into the position you were in earlier. Bringing the toy back to your drenched entrance and, with more force this time, pushing it in. The vibration staying off.

“Mmm..” you moaned to yourself. Your sensitive core squishing around the toy. Even after already having one orgasm, you still felt needy. Greedy.

You moved your wrist up and down slowly, pumping the toy in and out of you. The sensation was delicious, heat spreading from head to toe from this new sensation.

“Oh- oh fuck-“ you whispered to yourself. Unable to fully comprehend the pleasure. You sped up the pace, the dildo pulling loud and lewd squelches from your core.

Hongjoong couldn’t believe how easily your wet heat swallowed the toy. He wrapped his hand around his cock and moved it up and down, matching the speed of your thrusts. He could see your creamy arousal coating the silicone, dreaming of what it would feel like to take its place.

You continued to fuck yourself, dildo plunging into you over and over again. The feeling was getting intense, your heels lifting off the bed as you pulled your legs back closer to your chest. Your legs were spread wide and you were now using both hands to push the device into you.

You no longer attempted to hold back your moans, not caring if Mr. Kim heard. You wanted him to.

Mr. Kim was panting against the wall, eyes loosing focus as he climbed higher towards his climax. The sounds of your whimpers feeding his perverted soul.

“Mmm… Mr. Kim..” you whimpered, imagining him in place of the stiff and cold toy.

Hongjoong gasped, his hand forming into a fist against the wall, wanting to break through it. The pace from his hand around his cock speeding. You wanted him as much as he wanted you. He was sure of this now.

You were desperate to cum. You were drenched, walls starting to clamp around the sides of the dildo, and the pressure between your thighs was beginning to become too much. You had to let go.

You closed your eyes and focused hard, picturing Mr. Kim hovering over you as he thrust his hard cock inside over and over. His name leaving your lips along with a slew of curse words and moans.

Your hand dipped down between your legs, fingers positioning themselves above your clit. It only took two circles of your fingers to send you over the edge.

You wailed as you fell apart, still fucking yourself through your high. The pressure in your core boiling over again, this time, making you gush a stream of clear liquid onto the floor below you.

“Fuck-“ Hongjoong grunted as he came, coming completely unraveled at the seams as you squirted. Your toy falling out of you and dropping onto the wet floor.

“Ahh!” You screamed, body convulsing. You had no idea what just happened. After coming down from your climax, you sat up and looked at the wet floor under you. Did you just pee? It didn’t look or smell like pee. And god, did it feel good.

You suddenly became very aware Mr. Kim may have heard your orgasm, your shame returning. You blushed, rushing to clean up your mess before he came to check in.

Hongjoong had cleaned himself off and sat down in his room, pondering. Wondering. Fantasizing. His innocent little nanny fucking herself thinking of him?

He replayed the visual in his mind: toes curled as you came, squirt gushing out all over the floor and toy.

He knew he shouldn’t cross the line. You were doing such a good job taking care of his kids. You were younger than him, innocent.

But all that went out the window the second you moaned his name.

——————-

The weekend came soon enough, the kids packing to go to their mother’s house. You gave them a kiss on the cheek and waved the car goodbye as their driver pulled away. You skipped inside, excited to go upstairs and read a book you had started recently.

You trotted up the stairs and swung your door open. To your surprise, it was not empty.

“Oh, um, hi Mr. Kim. I didn’t realize you were done with work yet.”

He was sitting in your chair, legs crossed and hands folded in front of him. A beautiful, yet somehow intimidating, smile spread across his face.

“I got done early today. I thought I’d come and see what you done with the place since you’ve been with us a while now.” He stood up and started to wander, observing every trinket and picture. “How are you liking your first posting so far?”

“It’s wonderful. I really enjoy the work and the kids. I think we get along well.” Your pulse continued to get quicker, face blushing. You were nervous to have him in your room. The place you thought about him the most.

“I um, and very thankful that you gave me this opportunity.” You told him, clearing your throat to hide your wavering voice. “I hope I’m performing to your standard.”

He turned and looked at you, his shining teeth glistening as he grinned.

“You are doing very well. The kids adore you.”

“Thank you, sir.” You told him.

His cock twitched in his slacks.

He turned away from you and picked up your teddy bear off the bed. That teddy bear, and raised it to his eye level. Almost to study it.

“Tell me, do you have everything here that you need?” He asked, not looking away from the stuffed toy with matted fur.

“Yes, sir. I do.” You couldn’t help but feel like the air shifted in the room. It was tense. “I know I haven’t been as forthcoming with my appreciation for everything you’ve done for me financially. I can’t even begin-“

Hongjoong lifted his finger to silence you, putting the bear back down in its place.

“No, sweet girl, that’s not what I meant. What I mean is, are you satisfied with everything you have purchased?”

“Sir?” You questioned. The confused look on your face made Hongjoong chuckle darkly. Shifting over just slightly, his hand reached down to your side table drawer, opening it.

Your body ran cold when Mr. Kim turned back towards you, your dildo in his hand.

“And was this a good purchase?”

Tears pricked at your eyes as the embarrassment set in.

“Mr. Kim- I- I’m so sorry. I should have never used your card to purchase it. It was unprofessional and-“

“Stop.” He demanded. “Stop apologizing.”

You clamped your mouth shut but the tears continued to drip down your cheeks. Mr. Kim walked over to you slowly, eyes never breaking eye contact, and lifted his fingers to wipe the liquid away. His hand lingered, caressing your soft cheek.

“Tell me something, my dear.” He said darkly. You gulped but looked up at him waiting for him to continue. “Do you always fuck your virgin pussy to the thought of me?”

It felt like the wind had gotten knocked out of your lungs.

“I-“ you stuttered, your brain faltering. Hongjoong chucked in satisfaction.

“It was very thoughtful of you to give your stuffie a break.” He told you, gesturing over to the bear he had earlier. The one you use to get off. “Although, I can’t help but feel sorry for him. What a loss.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Your mouth felt dry, your voice coming out weak. Hongjoong smirked.

“No need to play coy. There are no secrets here.” He licked his lips. “I know you like to shove his nose into your dripping cunt. Humping it like a needy little bunny.”

“How do you-“

“I know that ever since you bought this toy you haven’t mounted your little friend here since you pressed this toy against your sensitive little clit.”

You stood there in shock. You could hear your heart beating, it was deafening.

“And I know that you made yourself cum on this silicone cock while moaning my name. Loud enough for me to hear.”

“Mr. Kim.. sir- I-“

“What do you have to say for yourself?” He asked you darkly, a smile still on his face. It was almost evil.

“I don’t understand how you know.” You managed to say, voice hardly a whisper now. Your eyes surveying the room for any possible hidden camera.

“No, no cameras.” He told you, already guessing what you were looking for. “Much easier to incriminate. I’m more of an old fashion guy.”

He circled behind you and placed his hands heavily on your shoulders. He turned you towards the wall, lips to your ear so he could whisper.

“It’s crazy how much the tiniest opening can show you so, so much.”

Your eyes caught the view of a tiny black dot. It couldn’t be bigger than the head of a pencil eraser. You walked up to it slowly, bending forward to peek inside. Your blood ran cold when you saw a clear view of Mr. Kim’s room.

“You’ve been watching me?” You turned around quickly to face him. Your voice in utter disbelief.

“Watching you.. fantasizing about you.. jerking off to you..” he admitted shamelessly.

“That’s disgusting!” You raised your voice but, your body was betraying you. You could feel the wetness start to leak out onto your panties.

“Oh, please.” He scoffed. “You wanted me to watch. To hear you. My name always on your lips when you stuffed yourself.”

“Mr. Kim.. please-“

“How did it feel? How did it feel to cum to the thought of me fucking you?”

You knew there was no getting out of this confession. He had been watching. Listening. And, although you knew what he did was wrong, it made you absolutely throb with desire.

“It felt so fucking amazing.” You admitted, eyes closing and head rolling back at the memory. “I’ve never orgasmed like that in my life.”

Hongjoong groaned at your confession, his erection becoming visible in his pants.

“Tell me more.” He urged you, wanting to hear how much your innocent self would share.

“I- I felt dirty at first. Touching myself to you.”

“When was the first time?” He asked curiously. He started to step closer to you.

“We were at the pool. I was in the jacuzzi.” You licked your lips as you played back the scene. “I was in the water and you were laying on the side. I could see your cock through the leg of your swim trunks.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm.” You nodded your head. “The water jets hit my clit just right. I’m surprised you didn’t notice when I came. I thought you saw everything.”

You started to feel bold. Mr. Kim raised an eyebrow in response.

“What else haven’t I noticed?” He asked, wanting to collect every perverted thought and occurrence in his memory.

“How I always choose to wear thin bras. Even while working. Just so you can see my nipples poking through the fabric.”

Hongjoong chuckled darkly, now inches away.

“Now, that-“ he lifted his fingers, lightly pinching and giving a nice tug to your pebbled nipples that were poking out just like described in your confession. “-that, I’ve noticed.”

The sensation made you gasp, mouth opening. Hongjoong grabbed your chin with his hand and pulled you towards him, lips crashing down onto his. You moaned, melting into his body. You could feel his hard cock pressed up against you.

It was if you had never had a real kiss before. The way his lips moved against yours was something never experienced. Not with people your age. It was passionate, every movement with a purpose. Not slobbery and sloppy.

You enthusiastically threw your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in your hair. Hongjoong let out a deep chuckle and pulled away from your lips to place his onto your neck.

“So eager.” He whispered against your skin, raising goosebumps. He places soft kissed down to your collarbone. His hands are slowly making their way up your shirt, fingers sliding up against your stomach.

“Are you going to fuck me?” You ask him breathlessly.

“Yes.” His hands pushed your bra down slowly, letting your breasts fall out under your shirt. “But there’s other things I’ve been dying to do to you first.”

His fingers found your nipples and caressed them softly. The teasing sensation immediately making you throb below. When you felt his fingernail scratch the very tip of your peak, you shuttered. A pathetic whimper spilling out of your lips.

“Such a sensitive girl.” He hummed in approval before lifting your shirt up and off your head to unclip your bra. Mr. Kim sucked a sharp breath in between his teeth at the sight of you.

“God, you’re even more tempting up close.”

Hongjoong bent his knees slightly, lowering himself down in front of you. Your bare breasts now in front of his face. He grabbed them in his hands and pushed them together, nipples straining from the pressure. Throbbing.

“Can I suck on your nipples, pretty girl?” He asked politely, licking his lips. You nodded shyly and watched as he took his pointed tongue and flicked it against one of your peaks.

“Oh god-“ you whimpered while you watched him. Your doe-eyes not leaving his. He smirked and wrapped his cushion-soft lips around your nipple, suckling gently. Your head fell backwards as you felt your other nipple being pinched by his fingers. Your pussy started to clench around nothing as he worked your them with his fingers and mouth. You crossed your legs together and squeezed as you tried to find some sort of relief.

“What’s going on down there?” He pulled away from you to say as he chuckled darkly. “Are these bothering you?”

He wrapped his fingers into your waistband and pulled down your skirt and panties. You were now completely bare in front of him.

Hongjoong wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands cupped your ass, giving it a firm squeeze, before tossing you down onto your soft bed.

He towered over you. His dress shirt was open at the top and messily untucked at the bottom, disheveled from the activities before. His hair was messy, not pushed back into a nice and neat professional look. Sexy. Intimidating. And he was staring at you, observing your naked body.

You blushed, clamping your legs together tightly. He grabbed your knees, prying them open.

“Why so shy? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Your pussy was dripping. Glistening in the lights of your room.

“Has anyone ever touched you here before?” He grazed his knuckles over your core, juices coating his skin.

“No.” You whispered with a shiver.

“I promise I’ll take good care of it then.” He told you and brought a finger down between your folds. Your thighs twitched as he dragged it upwards, finding your swollen clit, and gave it a light tap.

“Hongjoong-“ his first name slipped out of your lips for the first time. You slapped your hand down onto your mouth in embarrassment.

“Dont cover your mouth, baby. You sound so sweet when you say my name.” He cooed. “I wonder if you taste as sweet as you sound?”

Hongjoong got down on his knees and dipped his face down into your cunt, dragging his tongue through your folds. Your knees tightened around his head as you gasped, reaching down and lacing your fingers into his hair. He smiled as he devoured you, humming in satisfaction of your sweetness that created vibrations through your core.

“Oh my god-“ you cry out in shock, never accurately picturing how good his tongue would actually feel until now. You bucked your hips, pushing yourself harder into his face. His pointed nose brushing against your swollen clit.

Hongjoong slipped a single finger into your tight hole and curved it upwards inside of you. It was long and slender, curving against your g spot. Your back arched off the bed and you let out a silent scream, mouth hanging open.

“That’s it, baby.” He groaned, pulling away to catch his breath. “Feel all of it.”

When he attached his mouth back onto you, he enclosed your clit between his lips and sucked hard, the tip of his tongue flicking over the top of it. The sensation making you moan. He could feel you tensing around his fingers, thighs closing tighter around his neck.

“Now be a good girl and cum for me.”

And you did. Legs clamping down hard around him but not slowing down his tongue. He continued to lick you as you came under him, thighs twitching every time his tongue lapped over your clit.

“Please!” You gasped. “Oh my god- I can’t! It’s too much!”

He would have kept going. Kept licking you until you broke. But, he didn’t want to break you. Not for your first time. So, he pulled himself away.

Hongjoong stood at the end of your bed, his mouth and chin still glistening from your orgasm, and slowly stripped down in front of you. Unbuttoning his shirt button by button, revealing his toned chest and stomach, and dropping it onto the floor. He reached into his jean pocket and pulled out a condom before dropping them to the floor as well, leaving him in his boxers. He placed the condom next to you.

“Have you ever put your lips around somebody’s cock before?”

“Yes.” You admitted. “Once. My senior year of high school.”

The smallest bit of jealousy bubbled up in his chest that he had to fight to shake off.

“I see.” He hummed. “How do you think you did?”

“Not very good. I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“I’ll teach you.” He smirked and patted the duvet in front of him.

You scooted up onto the edge of the bed and took Mr. Kim into your hands. He was warm, skin silky soft, and throbbing in your grip. You slowly started to pump his shaft, a low groan rumbling in Hongjoong’s chest.

“That’s it. Now, when you’re ready, put the tip in your mouth.” He instructed you. You pumped him a few more times before lowering your mouth to him, looking up at him with your eyes as your lips enclosed around his now leaking head.

His cheeks became flushed and breathing more shallow as he watched you suck on him. Your tongue flicking over the slit that salty pre-cum trickled from. You hummed around him, admiring the flavor.

“God, you’re so beautiful.”

You felt brave, slowly lowering yourself further over his length until you felt him hit the back of your throat. Hongjoong cursed above you.

“Fuck, do you have me all the way in your throat?” He asked you in awe then brought his hands down to hold either side of your face. “Relax your jaw and throat for me. I want to fuck this hole first.”

You relaxed your jaw and opened wide, as if you were yawning. When he felt you soften, using his hold on your head to keep you steady, he started to thrust into your mouth slowly. You took him with ease, the sound of you softly gagging on him driving him crazy. It took all his restraint to keep him from fucking your throat harshly, having to remind himself you were new to this. He kept his slow, agonizing pace until he didn’t think he could take it anymore.

“You did so well.” He praised, pulling out of your throat and caressing your cheek as you gasped for air. You laid your head against his skin as you collected your breath.

“Climb back onto the bed, pretty. Lay on your back.”

You crawled over the mattress and laid down with your head nestled between your pillows. Hongjoong grabbed the condom and slipped it on then climbed on top of the bed and positioned himself between your legs. This was it. What you had been dreaming of.

“If you want me to stop, tell me. And I’ll stop.” He said, voice low and serious.

“Yes, sir.” You whispered which made him give you a soft smile.

He shifted, brining his hand down to grab himself, and brought his cock to your entrance. He ran the head over your folds a few times and bumped it against your clit. You moaned and opened your legs wider for him. You were throbbing now.

You felt him push his tip into you, spreading your hole open. You gasped and gripped onto his back, nails scratching up his skin. He let you settle into him for a moment to adjust to his size before sliding deeper into you, inch by inch. Once fully inside, he didn’t move. He laid there and let you throb around him.

He was holding you as if you were in a hug. Comforting and safe. Forehead pressed down against yours. You both stared at each other panting. His thick cock making you clench around him from the fullness. Your pussy burning with desire. You bucked your hips and tried pushing up into him, urging him to move. Frustrated whimpers bubbles out of your lips that made a cocky chuckle manifest from him.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He smirked. “Did you want something?”

You whimpered again and nodded your head.

“Then beg for it.”

His voice was strong and demanding, catching you off guard.

“What-“ you mumbled.

“Beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you.” He told you again to make himself more clear. He wanted to hear you say it. Say how much you wanted him.

“Please.” Your voice was weak and hoarse. “Please Mr. Kim.”

“Please Mr. Kim, what? Tell me what you want.”

“Please fuck me, sir.” You whined and bucked into him one more time. Hongjoong bit his lip and eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“Anything for my good girl.”

He finally rolled his hips into you, his thick shaft pulling in and out. The sensation was overwhelming and so much different from the dildo you had been pretending was him. He was hard but formed to your curve. Thick and rubbing against every sensitive spot.

“Holy shit-“ you cursed and wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him close. You expected it to hurt. To feel like your skin was ripping in half but, it was the opposite. He had taken so much time, taken such good care of you before, that you accepted his cock with ease.

“Does it feel good, baby?” He grunted in your ear, his pace still stagnant. You wanted more. Needed him to take you as his.

“Yes.” You whimpered. “Yes but-“

“What do you want? Tell me.”

“Fuck me harder daddy.” Your legs fell open into a butterfly position, completely giving yourself to him. He growled in your ear as he started to fuck into you, his pelvis slamming down into your core at a pace that made you scream.

“Is this what you wanted? What you dreamed of?” He hissed into your ear, still relentless with his strokes.

“Yes! God- Yes!” You gasped, feeling your core tighten around him. Your nails ripping into his back. His thick cock dragging out filthy words and moans from your lips. Cunt dripping onto the duvet below.

Your mind wandered to the hole in the wall, wondering if this is what he pictured when he watched you in secret, saving ideas for his plot to seduce you. His filthy plot to take advantage of his young nanny. His perverted methods making you clench down hard around him, ready to come undone.

“Are you going to cum on my cock like a good girl?” He asked darkly.

“Yes daddy.” You whimpered, pussy clenching down around him over and over. “I’m gunna cum.”

“Give it to me.”

You crumbled below him, crying out his name while you convulsed from your orgasm. You wrapped around him and gripped him tight, head spinning from your release but he continued to thrust into you. The sensation between your legs was becoming too intense.

“Hongjoong-“ you whimpered his name pathetically. “Please, it’s too much.”

“I’m almost there, baby.” He panted, pinning you down by your shoulders onto the bed. “Take it so daddy can cum.”

His words and relentless thrusts made your eyes roll into the back of your head. You were completely overwhelmed with pleasure, consumed by it, and he gave you no mercy as he held you down. You loved it. And he knew it as well.

“God, I can feel you gripping me. Do you like it when I hold you down?”

You couldn’t respond, your voice gone from your body. You felt as if you were floating. Every nerve in your body sparked alive like fireworks.

Hongjoong brought his hand down between your connected bodies and found your swollen and sensitive clit, rubbing furiously against it. Matching the speed of his thrusts.

Holy shit, you’re going to cum again.

“Hongjoong!”

“That’s it baby, give me one more.” He begged, pressing his fingers harder against your clit right as he hit your sponge-y spot inside. Your orgasm gushed out of you and all over him while you screamed, a small puddle collecting below.

Watching you squirt on his cock sent him over, burying himself deep inside with a grunt during his release. His cum filling up the condom completely.

His shuttered as he pulled out of you, taking the condom and tying the end into a knot before tossing it in the trash can.

You laid there panting while all your limbs tingled, feeling like jello. You were spent and sore but in the best way.

Mr. Kim laid down next to you and wrapped you in his arms, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Are you alright?” His voice was soft and gentle.

“Yeah.” Your breathing was still slightly irregular. “That was- I don’t even know what to say.”

He held you for a long time while periodically placing a gentle kiss on your temple. You felt safe but his silence was a bit unnerving.

“Are you having regrets?” You asked him with a slightly shaky voice.

“No. No, not at all.” He told you, taking a slight pause before speaking again. “I just didn’t think about what we would do once this was all over. How we would carry on.”

You didn’t think about that either. Could you still continue to work for the man who fucked you? Spied on you through the walls? You should say no. Should keep these memories buried deep down below where nobody would find them. But that’s not what you wanted.

“Well, I’m off until Monday. And I’d really like to enjoy my time before I have to clock back in.”

He smiled a genuine smile, one of relief, and you smiled back.

—————

You worked for Mr. Kim for many years after your that encounter. Every weekend spent tangled up in each other’s beds while the kids were away at their mothers. No longer hiding the desire and longing you had for each other, from each other. All was in the open..

However, on the weekdays, Hongjoong still peered into the small hole he drilled long ago.. enjoying the show you put on for him behind the wall.

—————

Song Mingi has always been known to be the sexy, charming, deep-voiced tall rapper from ATEEZ — blessed with a plateable ass, thick thighs, and a nose bridge higher than any mountain’s peak. And well… he is also your boyfriend.

It was just like any other day, except that Mingi’s latest dance challenge video had been looping in the back of your mind for the past six hours. The way his ripped jeans clung to his thighs, the way his muscles flexed as he moved, damn him for posting that right before your shift. The apartment was quiet when you unlocked the door, and the absence of his usual booming laughter or off-key singing made it clear he wasn’t home yet. You kicked off your shoes, tossing your bag onto the couch with a sigh.

The fridge hummed softly as you grabbed a water bottle, leaning against the counter while scrolling through your phone absentmindedly. Your thumb hovered over the video again, you’d watched it at least fifteen times already. The comment section was a warzone of thirst, half the replies just keyboard smashes, the other half poetic odes to the way the studio lights caught the sweat glistening on his exposed thighs. You knew those thighs intimately, the way they flexed when he lifted you against the wall, the warmth of them under your palms when he pulled you into his lap, but seeing them on display like this, shredded denim barely holding together, made your teeth sink into your bottom lip all over again.

You flopped onto the couch face-first, muffling a groan into the cushions. Sleep. You needed sleep. The couch smelled faintly of Mingi’s cologne, something warm and woody that lingered in the fabric no matter how many times you washed the throw pillows. It didn’t help. Neither did squeezing your eyes shut, because all you saw were those damn thighs, the way the material had torn just slightly at the seams when he—

Your phone buzzed on the coffee table. You didn’t need to look to know it was probably another Instagram notification about the video. The universe was mocking you.

The rhythmic drag of your hips against the cushion had you teetering on the edge, breaths coming in shallow pants when the front door clicked open. You didn’t hear it, too lost in the pulse between your legs, the way your thighs trembled as you chased that sweet, sharp release. Mingi’s voice cut through the haze like a blade, rough and amused. "Baby, I’m hom—" His words stuttered to a halt as he took in the scene: you, flushed and breathless, thighs clamped tight around the cushion, hips still subtly rocking as the realization slammed into you.

With a huff, you rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling fan, its lazy rotation doing nothing to cool the heat prickling under your skin. This was ridiculous. Embarrassing, even. You’d seen him shirtless a thousand times, hell, you’d peeled that shirt off him yourself last night, but there was something about the way he moved in that video that refused to leave your head.

You pressed your lips together, shifting against the cushions as the heat in your body refused to settle and the faint trace of his cologne still lingering like a tease. It was too much.

Your hand reached for the nearest cushion, fingers digging into the soft fabric, pulling it closer and pressing it between your thighs, rocking against it slowly at first, seeking some kind of relief. The pressure felt good, grounding yet frustrating all at once. Your breath hitched as you moved a little faster, eyes closed, imagining it was something, someone else entirely. In your mind, it wasn’t the soft fabric anymore, it was Mingi’s thigh. Firm, warm, the smooth skin stretched over muscle, those long legs you couldn’t stop picturing.

Mingi’s gym bag hit the floor with a thud, his eyebrows shot up, lips parting in a slow, wicked grin as his gaze dragged over you, the flush on your face, the way your thighs were still clenched desperately around the cushion. "Well," he drawled, kicking the door shut behind him with his heel. "This is a fucking welcome."

He thudded against the hardwood as he stalked toward you, each step deliberate, predatory. You didn’t move, couldn’t, really, your body locked in place under the weight of his stare. Mingi crouched in front of the couch, his knees cracking audibly, and you caught the sharp scent of his sweat mingling with that damn cologne. His thumb hooked under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "Been thinking about me, huh?" he murmured, his voice dropping into that gravelly register that always made your stomach flip.

His thumb slid down from your chin, dragging lazily along your bottom lip before tugging it free from between your teeth. Mingi’s grin widened as his other hand settled on your knee, warm and heavy, fingers pressing just hard enough to make your pulse jump. "You didn’t even wait for me," he teased, voice dropping lower as his grip tightened. "Didn’t even fucking text."

"I—" you started, but his laugh cut you off, low and rough, vibrating through the space between you like a physical touch.

"Let me guess," he murmured, leaning in so close you could feel his breath against your lips, warm and tinged with the mint gum he always chewed after practice. "You watched the video." His free hand slid up your thigh, fingers tracing the seam of your sweatpants where they bunched around your hips. "How many times, baby?"

The heat in your cheeks burned hotter, and you tried to squirm away, but Mingi’s grip was iron. "Fifteen…," you mumbled, and his grin turned feral, eyes darkening as he exhaled sharply through his nose.

The number hung between you like a confession, and Mingi’s grin widened until his teeth glinted in the low light. "Fifteen," he repeated, voice husky with something between disbelief and raw satisfaction. His fingers curled around your thigh, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send a jolt through you. "Fuck, you’re greedy." His thumb swiped over your lower lip again, this time pressing down just enough to make you open for him, and the groan that rumbled out of his chest was filthy. "Could’ve called me. I would’ve come home sooner."

The words died in your throat as Mingi’s thumb pressed harder against your lip, his other hand sliding up your thigh with deliberate slowness. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice dropping into that rough, honeyed tone that always unraveled you. "All worked up over a fucking video." His grin was all teeth, predatory and pleased, as he hooked a finger under the waistband of your sweatpants, tugging them down just enough to expose the flushed skin of your hips.

The whimper that escaped you was embarrassingly high-pitched when Mingi’s fingers finally—finally—dipped beneath the damp fabric of your panties. His calloused fingertips dragged through the slick heat between your thighs, and your hips jerked off the couch instinctively. Mingi’s chuckle was dark, curling around you like smoke as he pressed you back into the cushions with his free hand, his breath hot against your neck as he dragged his fingers through your folds, slow and deliberate. “You’re fucking soaked.”

His fingers withdrew suddenly, leaving you gasping at the loss, your thighs trembling with the effort not to chase his touch. Mingi leaned back on his heels, that infuriating smirk still playing on his lips as he wiped his fingers on his sweatpants with deliberate slowness. "Nuh-uh," he tutted, tilting his head like he was scolding a misbehaving puppy. "You didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?"

Mingi’s hands gripped your hips with sudden hunger, fingers digging into your skin as he effortlessly lifted you off the couch. The room spun for a second, your breath catching in your throat. In one fluid motion, he yanked your sweatpants down your thighs, then hooked his fingers into your underwear. With a low, impatient growl and a sharp rip, the delicate fabric tore apart under his strength. He tossed the ruined panties aside without a second glance.

He pulled you forward, settling you directly onto his thick thigh. Mingi leaned back against the couch, spreading his legs wider to give you full access, his smirk dark and dripping with satisfaction.

A soft gasp slipped from your lips as the solid heat of his muscle pressed right against your bare, dripping core. The rough fabric of his sweatpants dragged deliciously against your sensitive skin. Fingers scrambling for purchase on his broad chest, you rolled your hips experimentally, and a low, rumbling groan escaped him.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice velvet-rough. One large hand slid up your spine and tangled firmly in your hair, tugging just enough to arch your back. “Use me, baby. Ride my thigh like you’ve been fantasizing about.”

His fingers tightened in your hair, tilting your head back until you were forced to meet his gaze, dark, amused, utterly in control. "You wanted this," Mingi murmured. "So fucking bad you couldn’t even wait for me." His grin was lazy, predatory, as he spread his thighs wider beneath you, the rough fabric of his sweatpants dragging against your bare skin.

His other hand slid down your spine and gripped your ass, pressing you harder against his thigh. The rough fabric of his sweatpants dragged perfectly over your clit with every desperate roll of your hips.“Look at you,” he groaned softly, lips brushing your throat. “Soaking my thigh like a needy little thing.”

You whimpered, grinding down faster, but it still wasn’t enough. Mingi chuckled darkly at your frustration. “Can’t get there on your own, baby?” His hand slipped between your thighs, fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing firm, slick circles that made your back arch sharply. The added pressure was devastating. Your moans grew louder, thighs trembling around his as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside you.“That’s it,” he whispered hotly against your neck. “Come for me. Let me feel you fall apart.”

The orgasm hit you like lightning. A broken cry tore from your throat as intense waves crashed over you, your body shaking uncontrollably on his thigh. Mingi kept his fingers moving, drawing out every pulse until you were whimpering, oversensitive, and completely spent against his chest.

"Fuck—" The words broke from your lips in a desperate gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders as aftershocks ripped through you. His fingers refused to stop, relentlessly circling your oversensitive clit in tight, merciless strokes that made your hips jerk uncontrollably. “Too much— Mingi, stop—”

Before you could catch your breath, he slipped his hands beneath your waist and lifted you as though you weighed nothing. Your knees sank into the couch cushions on either side of him as he yanked you forward, forcing you to straddle his face.

“Mingi—!” Your surprised cry melted into a broken moan the moment his tongue dragged a slow, filthy stripe up your dripping folds. His strong hands clamped down on your thighs, holding you firmly in place as his low, smug laugh vibrated straight against your core.

“Stay still,” he growled against your soaked skin, before his mouth sealed over you completely. His tongue worked you with devastating precision, broad, wet strokes followed by teasing flicks, his nose pressing perfectly against your swollen clit with every movement. The new angle was overwhelming, deeper, more intense. Every lick and suck pulled fresh whimpers from your throat as you trembled above him, fingers tangled desperately in his hair.

You whimpered, thighs trembling violently around his head as Mingi devoured you with relentless precision. His tongue moved in lazy, sinful circles before flicking sharply over your swollen clit, each stroke pulling desperate, broken sounds from your throat. His thumbs pressed hard into the soft flesh of your hips, the dull sting only feeding the fire building inside you.

“Fuck—Mingi—I can’t—” The plea came out shattered, your fingers fisting tighter in his hair as your knees shook.

Mingi only hummed deeply against your soaked core, the vibration ripping through you like electricity. He pulled back just enough to look up at you, lips shiny and swollen, eyes dark with hunger. “You can,” he said, voice low and commanding. “And you will. Give me one more.”

Then, his mouth was on you again, tongue pressing deep, then curling, sucking, devouring. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth filled the room as he held you down, forcing you to take every second of it. Your second orgasm hit harder than the first, slamming into you without mercy. A raw cry tore from your throat as your body convulsed, thighs clamping around his head while pleasure tore through every nerve.

Mingi’s arms encircled you the moment your trembling legs gave out, hauling you down onto his lap. The couch groaned under your combined weight as he pulled you flush against his chest, his breath still hot, his lips still glistening with the taste of you. His laughter rumbled through you, warm, smug, unbearably satisfied as you sagged against him, boneless and spent.

The hard, insistent press of his cock against your thigh made you whimper. You were still shaking, barely recovered, when Mingi tangled his fingers in your hair and yanked your head back. His mouth crashed into yours in a messy, demanding kiss, all teeth, tongue, and raw need. He tasted like you, and he kissed you like he was starving.

You clutched at his shoulders as his free hand slid down your spine, gripping your ass and grinding you against the thick bulge in his sweatpants. The rough fabric dragged against your sensitive, bare skin with every roll of his hips. He broke the kiss with a sharp nip to your bottom lip, pulling back just enough to smirk at your dazed expression.

“Still with me, baby?” he murmured, thumb brushing tenderly over your cheekbone even as his other hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise.

Your reply came out as a whine, half-muffled. "Mmm'still here," you slurred, your eyelids fluttering like you were fighting off sleep. Your limbs felt heavy, boneless, your body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure. Mingi’s chuckle vibrated against your cheek, his fingers tracing idle patterns along your spine.

"Good," Mingi growled against your temple, his grip tightening possessively around your waist as he shifted beneath you. His voice dropped into that rough, honeyed register that never failed to send shivers down your spine. "Cause I’m not fucking done with you yet."

His arms tightened around your waist. In one smooth, powerful motion, he stood up from the couch, lifting you effortlessly with him. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips as he held you flush against his chest, your bare core pressed firmly against the hard line of his cock straining through his sweatpants.

Mingi didn’t head for the bedroom.

Instead, he turned toward the bathroom, carrying you down the hallway with long, confident strides. Each step made his hardness grind against your soaked, sensitive pussy, drawing soft whimpers from your throat.

You buried your face in his neck, still dazed. “Min… where are we—”

He cut you off with a low chuckle, nipping sharply at your earlobe as he kicked the bathroom door open with his foot. The loud thud echoed off the tiles as he carried you inside. The lights flickered on automatically, bathing the room in a warm glow just as your back met the cool marble counter.

Mingi crowded you against it instantly, the edge biting into your hips. His hands were impatient, one yanking at the hem of the oversized shirt you’d stolen from his drawer that morning. With a sharp rip, the fabric tore at the collar. He tossed the ruined shirt aside without hesitation, his other hand already stripping off his own top.

His pupils were blown wide, dark desire swallowing the warm brown of his eyes as he drank in the sight of your fully bare body pressed against the sink. His gaze then flicked downward to his own thigh, to the glossy, slick sheen you had left on the dark fabric of his sweatpants, and his grin turned feral.

“Well, damn,” Mingi murmured, voice thick with amusement as his fingers traced the wet spot you’d made. “You really ruined my favorite sweatpants, baby.”

His laugh was low and husky, sending heat curling low in your belly. Without breaking eye contact, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and shoved the sweatpants down his hips with deliberate slowness. The fabric caught briefly on his hard cock before dropping to his ankles. He kicked them aside carelessly and stepped closer, pressing the burning heat of his bare thighs against your spread legs.

His hands slid under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he pressed your back against the shower tiles. The cold marble made you gasp at first, but it quickly warmed under the rising steam and the heat of your bodies. Your arms locked around his neck, fingers tangling in his wet hair as he pinned you to the wall with his hips.

The hot spray hit your back a second later, making you moan into his mouth. Mingi swallowed the sound greedily, kissing you deep and messy, his tongue sliding against yours in slow, filthy strokes that left your legs trembling around his waist as he reached between your bodies, lining himself up, and pushed inside you in one smooth, brutal thrust.

The moment his thick cock slid deep, the breath was punched straight out of your lungs. There was no teasing, no slow buildup, just the overwhelming stretch of him filling you completely. Your head fell back against the tiles with a thud as he slammed his hips forward, the force hard enough to make the wall rattle, the steam clinging to your skin as Mingi’s hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. “Fucking hell,” he growled, the word rough against your throat as he pulled back just enough to snap his hips forward again, the angle sharp enough to make your toes curl.

Hot water cascaded over both of you while Mingi fucked you against the wall. One hand slid up to tangle roughly in your hair, yanking your head back so he could scrape his teeth down your exposed throat. “You take me so fucking good,” he rasped, hips snapping up into you relentlessly. “Always so tight for me.”

He adjusted his grip, lifting you a little higher against the tiles. The new angle made his cock drag perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust. Your nails raked down his shoulders, leaving red lines he only groaned at approvingly. The wet slap of skin against skin echoed loudly, mixing with the roar of the shower and your broken moans.

Mingi’s rhythm was merciless now. Deep, hard strokes that had the shower tiles shaking behind you. Water streamed down his back and over your joined bodies, making everything slick and slippery as he drove into you.

“Shit— Min—” you sobbed, clinging to him as pleasure bordered on overwhelming. “Yeah?” he panted against your neck, voice wrecked. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.”

He shifted one hand under your ass, the other bracing against the tile beside your head as he fucked you even harder. His lips found yours again in a messy, desperate kiss, swallowing every moan while his cock dragged along your walls with devastating precision.

Your thighs started trembling around his waist, that familiar coil tightening rapidly in your core. Mingi felt it, the way you clenched around him, and let out a low, filthy groan. “You close again?” he growled, teeth grazing your bottom lip. “Come on, then. Come on my cock like a good girl.” His pace turned punishing, hips slamming into you relentlessly as steam swirled thickly around you. The pressure built unbearably fast until it shattered.

You came hard with a sharp, broken scream of his name, your walls pulsing tightly around him. Mingi cursed loudly, burying his face in your neck as he fucked you through it with short, erratic thrusts. With a deep, guttural groan, he slammed into you one final time and came, spilling deep inside you while holding you pinned against the shower wall.

Your body went completely limp against his chest, forehead pressed to his collarbone as you gasped for air. The hot water had turned your skin pink, thick steam swirling around you both. Mingi’s arms stayed locked around you, strong and steady, keeping you upright while his breathing slowly evened out against your temple.

“Fuck…” he muttered, voice rough with satisfaction. His lips brushed your damp hair. “You good, baby?”

You gave a weak nod, fingers still trembling where they clutched his shoulders. Mingi chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through you. He pressed a kiss to your temple, thumbs tracing lazy circles on your hips.“Liar,” he murmured, amused. “I can still feel you twitching around me.”

For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the steady roar of the shower. Mingi trailed soft, lazy kisses along your shoulder, still buried deep inside you as he held you close.

Eventually the water turned lukewarm against your back. He reached behind you and shut it off, the sudden silence filled only by dripping water. His nose brushed your temple as he inhaled deeply, arms still locked around you like he wasn’t ready to let go.

“Should take you to bed,” he murmured, voice low and rough, but he made no move to pull out yet.

Your eyelids grew heavy with exhaustion. Mingi finally wrapped a warm towel around your shoulders, drying you with surprisingly gentle hands before sliding an arm under your knees. He lifted you effortlessly against his chest.

The movement jolted you for a second. You caught a glimpse of his sharp jaw and wet lashes before your head lolled against his shoulder.

Mingi chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest as he carried you out of the bathroom. “Knew you’d crash,” he whispered, smug and fond, pressing a kiss to your damp hair while his bare feet padded down the hallway.

The bedroom door creaked softly as Mingi nudged it open with his hip, carrying you like you were something precious. He lowered you onto the bed with careful hands, letting your body sink into the familiar sheets. The comforter was warm as he drew it over your bare shoulders, tucking it gently around you.

The mattress dipped as he climbed in behind you. Without hesitation, he pulled you back against his chest, wrapping you up in his arms. His lips brushed the nape of your neck in a slow, tender kiss, a quiet contrast to the way he’d taken you earlier.

“Sleep, baby,” he whispered against the nape of your neck, voice low and warm. His fingers continued tracing slow, soothing patterns over your hip, grounding you in his embrace.

You hummed softly, already drifting as exhaustion pulled you under. Mingi pressed one last gentle kiss to your temple, then settled behind you, pulling you closer until your back was flush against his chest.

However, there was only one man who got to get your help in full, and that was the managing partner: Attorney Song Mingi. It didn’t matter if you were helping another lawyer on a case; if Attorney Song needed you, you were there in an instant. To use a juvenile term, he had eternal dibs on you.

And you didn’t mind. You liked worked with the attorney, but the one thing you hated the most when working with him was how late he would work you sometimes. The life of a lawyer wasn’t easy, but you should be allowed to sleep at least whether it’s at home or at least one of the couches in his room, but no. If Song Mingi wanted to get something done, he was going to get it done before letting himself rest, let alone sleep.

The craziest part about working these insane hours was that Attorney Song refused to dress comfortably if he was working. You weren’t talking about changing into jammies or anything like that; he refused to let himself look “improper” and was always keeping every single garment of his three piece suit on his body. He wouldn’t even loosen the tie or anything— he was prim and proper ’til the very end.

That is until one particular day.

It was just you and the managing in the partner that day. Everyone else had gone home, but you two were scouring through mountains of papers and files and everything under the sun trying to find a specific, singular piece of evidence; and, as per usual, Attorney Song refused to let you take any sort of break.

The worst part about day was that the building’s AC was shot to hell. You had no idea how or why it happened, but it just did. You thought that the attorney would just take the damn files and go home— as if he was ever going to do that.

“Y/N, focus,” he snapped his fingers in front of you and pointed to a stack on the ground. “Go through all of these.”

“I already did—”

“Do it again. We need to fucking find this piece of evidence.”

Attorney Song rarely swore, so when he did, you felt goosebumps erupt on your skin. With a soft sigh, you did as he said. He watched as you got up from your chair and bent down slowly to get all of the files that you had set on the ground, the stack teetering dangerously as you moved them back to the table. Then, you felt his eyes leave you the second he confirmed you doing the task he assigned you. You went through all the files once again, your fingers combing through each page slowly, being more meticulous than you were during the first pass.

You went through one file and didn’t find it. As you set the file aside, you briefly glanced at the managing partner only to freeze. You had never seen him without his glasses on, and when he took them off in that moment, he whipped them off his face, a heavy, frustrated sigh leaving his lungs.

You always knew that Attorney Song was attractive, but you never really looked at him properly until that day. You wanted to appreciate his hair line, his perfect eyebrows, the lovely beauty mark on his cheek, and his beautifully shaped nose, but you could only focus on his lips. God, his rosy lips, his rosy, plump lips. His lips that only got fuller as he let out yet another sigh.

When he tossed his glasses to the side on the table, you felt saliva pool in your mouth and your pussy quiver. Plus, thanks to the AC being broken as fuck, your body temperature only got hotter and hotter to the point that you wanted to start stripping just to cool off.

Right as Attorney Song was about to look up, you quickly opened the second folder and went through the files in there. You tried to focus, but you were sweating so much that you could feel it roll down your back. So, eyes still on the papers, you unbuttoned one more button on your blouse. You couldn’t go further than that without exposing your bra, so you left it there and started fanning yourself knowing that fanning yourself would only make you hotter, but you seriously had no choice.

Little did you know that Mingi was entranced by you at that moment. He couldn’t help but stare at the new part of your chest that you exposed, blood rushing to his ears and crotch. He watched as a little bead of sweat rolled right down your neck, down your chest, and through your cleavage. He felt like his brain was on fire the longer he stared at you, and his own body started heating up like crazy.

Truth be told, Mingi was dying under all of those layers. He was sweating like anything, and he badly wanted to take off at least his jacket, but he couldn’t, for he had a secret he didn’t want to tell anyone about, and it was a pretty big secret.

There was nothing wrong with his secret, but he had yet to show anyone in the firm, and he wasn’t prepared at all to deal with the questions and the comments and side eyes from people. He wanted to remain as professional as possible, which meant he would rather sweat to death than expose it.

He couldn’t do that for long, though. He felt like he was risking having heat stroke, and there was no way he could afford that right now, not in the middle of an important case. As casually as possible, Mingi shed his jacket and vest and draped both over the chair discreetly, and he prayed that you wouldn’t notice.

Oh, but you did. You were so hyperaware of everything that you looked up slyly and saw him take the jacket off while focusing on the papers in front of him. His shirt— his white button up— was drenched in sweat. The poor guy was probably suffering under his jacket for so long based off of how soaked he was. But forget about how the shirt was clinging to the muscles on his body and displaying his muscles for a second. His shirt was so transparent at that point that it revealed his secret: a chest tattoo that connected to a massive sleeve.

By that point, the damage had been done. You’d seen the tattoo, Mingi knew you saw the tattoo, so there was no point to trying to be inconspicuous about it. Keeping his eyes on the files, he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first couple of buttons of his shirt, giving you a slightly better look at the black ink on his fair skin. You could see it a little more, but you for the life of you still could not figure out exactly what it was he had tattooed on him. It was when he rolled up his sleeves did you figure it out: it was a biomechanical tattoo that seemed to rip through his skin and show the mechanics in his body. And then, when he leaned towards you to grab more files from your side, you were able to glance down his chest and see a mechanical heart on his chest.

And that’s when you realized after Mingi took his jacket off, every single one of his actions was done very purposefully; because when he leaned towards you for a stack of files, you got a faint whiff of his ridiculously expensive cologne and you felt his hot breath go past your ear, and he definitely heard your bated one. To make matters worse, he was still acting like the attorney you knew him to be.

“Hey,” he said, his low voice barely snapping you back to reality. “Focus.”

The tension in the room got so thick that it practically made the room even hotter. You were losing your mind, and you desperately needed to do something about it.

“A-Attorney Song, I just need to step out for a second,” you told him while squirming in your chair.

“We’re in the middle of figuring out this fucking case. What do you mean you’re going to step out for a second?” The attorney snapped, his attitude returning to normal.

“B-Bathroom…”

Mingi smirked— God fucking dammit, that made it so much worse— before he responded, “You can pee when we’re done. Sit your ass back down and find me this fucking piece of evidence.”

His authoritative tone made all the cells in your body scream for him. You didn’t need to pee, and he knew it. What you really needed was for him to rail you and fuck you until your brain went numb, but he wouldn’t do any of those things until you fucking found this fucking piece of evidence.

That’s when you saw it— the holy grail. It was almost cliché in a way. The two of you lunged for the piece of paper that would win the case and caught it at the same time. The tips of his long fingers brushed against yours, and the two of you looked from the sheet to each other at the same time. You were frozen, your eyes darting left and right as you observed his face in that close proximity. Mingi, however, still seemed to be in work mode (he most certainly was not at that point). Not moving from his position at all, he plucked the paper from your hand and placed it inside his portfolio folder before grabbing the back of your head and kissing you hungrily.

You were definitely surprised to say the least, but you didn’t want to spend any time pondering how the attorney also got to the same state of mind as you. The point was that you wanted him bad and he wanted you just as badly, and you could tell when his grip on your hair tightened and when he subtly wrapped his fingers around your neck and pressed into the pressure points with just enough strength to make blood rush to your head but allow you to breathe as his kisses got rougher.

Trying to cling to some sense of sanity, you ran your own fingers through his hair and held his hair and forearm tightly. Your exhales in between kiss mingled with his, soft moans and sighs adding to the mix every so often. You felt like you were burning up the longer he made out with you, and the sweat collecting on your body definitely made you aware of that. Sweat dripped down his and your face and mixed with your dribbling saliva, both falling and staining the documents on the table.

“W-Wait, attorney,” you managed to say. “The documents.”

You heard him curse under his breath as he momentarily let go of you to rid every single piece of paper on the table with one fell swoop. Then, he quickly made his way around the table and grabbed your arms roughly to pull you into him, his plush lips barely cushioning the blow of his animalistic kisses.

“Tell me something,” Mingi muttered against your lips, his body pressing into yours, his hands running down your arms and resting on your waist as he kept kissing you. “Do you still wanna go to the bathroom?”

“Depends,” you replied breathlessly, your hands roaming up his chest and grabbing the collar of his shirt. “Are you going to help me take care of it?”

“What, you were going to go to the bathroom to touch yourself?” Mingi chuckled.

“I blame you,” you pushed him away and prodded his chest— the one with the tattoo. Then, you added, “I think you should take full accountability for getting me to this point.”

“I could say the same to you,” Mingi’s voice lowered and nearly growled. He suddenly grabbed your ass and pulled upwards as he said, “You and this damn pencil skirt.”

You bit back a moan when you felt his hands grip your ass harder. You wanted to tease him more, but he interrupted you to continue his previous sentiment.

“And this fucking shirt.”

With one finger, he slid it down the middle of your shirt, ripping the rest of the buttons off. Before he took the shirt off you, he lifted you and sat you down on the table, then his antsy hands working on stripping you down completely.

You didn’t get to ask him what he meant because the second he got you fully naked, he gripped your breast with one hand and gripped your ass with the other. He started sucking hard on your breast as he groped and squeezed your body with insatiability. You let out a sweet moan and clung to the man’s shoulders when you felt him bite down gently on your tit. It was when he brought his hand from your ass to your crotch and rubbed your folds did that last string of sanity of yours snapped.

“Attorney— Ah! Mingi!” you whined as you grabbed his hair and pulled him back to look at you. “I want you in me, please just fuck me already!”

“I want to,” Mingi rasped as he looked at you hungrily. “But I don’t have any condoms.”

“I don’t care— I need you to fuck me,” you whimpered— you were so close to crying because of how sexually frustrated you were.

“As long as you’re clean…” he uttered with a smirk before leaving you with a sloppy kiss.

You helped him out of the rest of his sweaty clothes, your hands unveiling the massive chest tattoo. You trailed your fingers up from his wrist to his shoulder, following the lines of the artwork before arriving at his chest.

“Your tattoos are so sexy, attorney,” you whispered as you outlined the intricate details of the tattoo with your fingernail.

You laid your hand flat over the mechanical heart tattoo and looked into his darkened eyes, the man biting his lower lip to keep himself the slightest bit together, his chest swelling under your palm.

“Y/N,” Mingi said roughly as he took your hand in his. He brought your hand down to his clothed crotch to feel his massive, hardened cock, your eyes widening as you it slowly dawned on you that Mingi may have more than just one big surprise. “I’m warning you. I’m not going to hold back.”

“Don’t.”

Mingi visibly shivered. He quickly rid himself of the rest of his clothes and stood before you in all of his glory, his immense, veiny, raging red cock twitching the closer he got to you. Pinning you down to the table, Mingi  placed one hand alongside your waist, the other stroking his cock and rubbing the tip against your folds. You desperately wanted to tell him to just hurry up, but if he came at you with his full force from the get go, you felt like you would definitely tear into two pieces. So, you let him go at his own pace.

He only pushed the tip in first, and once he had his hands on either side of you, he sank a good majority of his cock into you gingerly before suddenly thrusting the rest of himself into you. Your hands went to his hair and neck, and you dug your nails into him while letting out a wail, his cock somehow getting bigger as it throbbed inside you.

Honestly, you were in a little pain, but that didn’t change the fact that the rest of your body desperately wanted him to move, and you wanted him to move fast. Heck, you wanted him to fuck you to the point that you wouldn’t be able to think straight. And Mingi understood that when you looked at him with teary eyes and parted lips. He grasped your waist and began to fuck you fast and hard, your back pressing so hard into the table that you thought you were going to leave an imprint of your ass on it— in the most literal sense, Mingi fucked you into the table exactly as you expected him to.

The table creaked under you as Mingi lowered himself so that his chest was pressing against yours. He moved his hand from your waist to the back of your head and clenched your hair in his tight grasp, his sloppy kisses and tongue violating your mouth. He moved up slightly, allowing his cock to delve deeper into to, and with a very specific intense rut, he hit your cervix. You clenched immediately, and you broke off the kiss as you let out a loud, crying moan, your arousal spraying out of you and onto the table; and you clenched so hard that Mingi could barely pull out— the feeling of your walls squeezing his penis tightly made him orgasm immediately. He pulled out and came hard all over your chest and stomach, ropes of cum trailing along your body.

You thought that would be it, that he would clean you up and call it a day. But no, he was far from over, especially after seeing his white stickiness dripping down your skin. He quickly shoved his cock back in you, making you choke out a moan. He wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off the table, your own arms and legs wrapping around him as you clung to him in fear of him dropping you to the ground.

He did drop you, but that was only when he walked you into his office and slammed your back into the shelves of document boxes, the fixture wobbling and nearly dropping some of the boxes. He brought one of your legs up and fucking you relentlessly, the shelves squeaking and creaking with every one of his insane thrusts. Little profanities would slip under his breath occasionally when he felt his waist slam into yours at just the right angle. Stars started filling your vision when he grabbed your breast and massaged it, your nipple rubbing in between his squeezed fingers.

“M-Minngh-gi,” you moaned as you felt your climax nearing. “C-Cumm—”

He cut you off by grabbing your cheeks and kissing you passionately. He didn’t have to say it, but you knew what he was telling you. Wait.

Quickly pulling out, Mingi spun you around so that your chest was pressing into the shelves, and he quickly re-entered you, his waist ramming into your ass with so much force that your knees nearly buckled. You wanted to scream and cry, but your mouth was stuffed with his fingers, so the only thing you could do was moan and suck on his fingers to keep your moans to a minimum. And despite him silently wanting you to hold out, you couldn’t last much longer— his hand moved from your waist down to your crotch, and his fingers rubbed your clit at the same pace as his thrusts, your eyes rolling to the back of your head because of the stimulation.

You came fully when Mingi pulled out of you, making you squirt all over the carpeted flooring beneath you. Had your mind not been swirling with hormones and lust, you would’ve been mortified that you soiled the managing partner’s carpet, but instead, you sighed loudly, letting the pleasure wash all over you.

The man didn’t give you a break. He turned you around and carried you once more to his couch. He sat down, making you straddle his waist. Hurriedly, he rubbed his cock against your folds and forcibly sat you on his lap, his cock shooting through you. Your vision went white as you came yet again, the man underneath you chuckling at the sight of you flinging your head back and gripping his shoulders so hard that your nails left imprints in his skin.

You thought he was going to say something dirty, something to make you slightly embarrassed but more horny. Instead, he grabbed the back of your head and kissed you again, his other hand guiding your waist and making you bounce on his dick. He kept pulling you into him to the point where your hands were pinned on either side of him on the cushions of the couch.

His cock was moving through you at an angle that made him rub against your G-spot repeatedly, and it took everything in you to not cum again because, dear God, if you came again, you would just fucking collapse. Luckily, Mingi seemed to notice your struggle, because he flipped you so that you were laying on the couch and he was thrusting into you from above, his sweat dripping down his face and body at a steady pace, his couch completely coated in his and your sweat.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Mingi’s voice rumbled as he looked at you with the devilish look in his eyes. “How are you still so fucking tight? You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Cum inside,” you panted out, another orgasm rapidly approaching you. “Fill me up, Attorney Song.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He rammed his waist into yours and came inside, his cock throbbing and twitching as his seed filled you up. You came again as well, your walls squeezing more cum out of him.

When he pulled out, his cum nearly spilled out of you, but he quickly moved his head down to your crotch and collected whatever wouldn’t stay inside you on his tongue. You watched as he brought himself back up to you, his tongue coated with his and your cum. Before you knew it, he was kissing you, his tongue tangling with yours to give you a taste and transfer his cum into your mouth.

A line of cum and spit connected your tongues when Mingi moved away to see your fucked out face and the mix of cum now in your mouth.

“Swallow,” he demanded in a low voice; you obeyed immediately. “Good girl.”

Dammit. He shouldn’t have said that because now you were turned on all over again. You wiggled below him slightly as you tried to calm yourself down, but the lawyer knew you weren’t done with him yet. He rubbed his hand against your cunt and traced light circles around your clit while you reached for his half-hard cock and rubbed him until he was fully erect again.

“You just can’t get enough, can you?” he whispered teasingly.

“No, sir.”

“You want more, don’t you?”

“I need more.”

Mingi's naked back barely rests against your clothed chest, like he's trying his hardest not to fully put his entire weight on you. The two of you are sitting on your shared bed, your own back against the headboard. Your right hand carefully drags along his pecks, a quiet sigh escaping the larger man's lips as your fingers make contact with his nipple. Placing your palm flat against his chest, you push him back to lessen the space he had set between you. 

“Relax, baby. You're not gonna hurt me.” You breathe out. Mingi hesitates but eventually caves into your touch and leans back until his shoulders lay just above the swell of your breasts, the back of his head coming to rest against your shoulder. 

This wasn't initially how you had expected your night to end. It had started with the two of you cuddled up on your couch, Mingi mindlessly switching between channels to find something the two of you could watch. The man had eventually given up as he randomly chose a channel, and the two of you stilled immediately. They were talking about sex. Kinky sex. 

The two of you had been so shocked at the sudden switch that you just sat there, staring at the TV like it was some foreign thing. And oh my god, they started talking about orgasm denial and someone being in charge of when you get to cum, and the tension just grew so thick.

“Why deny it, though? Why stop when it feels good?” Mingi had asked as he broke the silence. His voice filled with uncertainty but also a hint of curiosity. 

Feeling a bit more brave, you followed up with, “I mean, it can also feel good. Think of it like not wanting the pleasure to end. You like the feeling of cumming, right?” Mingi nodded.

“Well, some people find similar pleasure in allowing someone else to be in control of their orgasm. The pleasure is always there, but never enough to tip you over the edge.” You continued. You finally turned to your boyfriend, who looked deep in thought, brows slightly furrowed in confusion. 

The taller man shifted his gaze back to yours. “H-have you done it? To someone, I mean.”

“Been in control of when they cum? Yeah, I have.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah, I’d say so.”

“Do you maybe, uhm, want to do it? With me?” Mingi's eyes were looking straight into yours with an expression you couldn't really pinpoint. The familiar heat of a blush forming across your cheeks.  

“You want me to… be in charge of when you get to cum?” You asked, confusion spread across your face. Mingi wanted you to prolong his orgasm? 

So here you were, back against the headboard of the bed with a black t-shirt you had stolen from your boyfriend earlier, paired with a simple pair of grey sweats. Mingi, though, is fully naked. The taller one cupped both sides of his face and turned his head to the side in embarrassment. His legs were slightly parted, his cock already half-hard from the anticipation, lying against the top of his thigh. 

“None of that, baby.” You tsk as your hand grabs the bottom of his chin, pulling it back until he's looking straight ahead. With both of your hands free, you take each of his in your own to slowly remove them from his face. 

Mingi finally allows himself to look up, eyes quickly finding yours through the mirror you had purposefully placed at the edge of the bed. And Mingi groans, loudly. He's so fucking embarrassed, but it's also so fucking hot cause it enables you to see everything. He's so exposed like this, body completely pliant against your touch, face flushed as your fingers graze against the softness of his skin—his cock already twitching with interest. 

Your left hand trails down to the lower part of his stomach, moving it in a circular motion dangerously close to the base of his cock. Mingi whines as your lips find his temple, placing a soft kiss on the flushed skin. 

“Look at you, baby. So obedient, so pretty.” And the man cannot help but let another whine leave his parted lips. Your eyes never left each other through the mirror in front of you—your own gaze dark, filled with lust in contrast to Mingi's half-lidded, pleading eyes. 

You continue to kiss down his cheek, all the way to the sensitive patch of skin just below his ear, giving it a small lick before resuming with your lips. The hand previously on his stomach is daringly inching closer to his groin, light fingers dragging across the skin where his thigh meets his torso. The silver-haired man shifts a bit, hips bucking oh so slightly against your touch. His cock is already filling out perfectly against his thigh: long, thick, with a head so pretty you could spend hours wrapping your mouth around it. 

“P-please—ah—touch m-me.” Mingi lets out a whimper, hips chasing the touch of your hand to move it just a bit closer to his length. 

He's so gorgeous like this. Face flushed, body not able to stay still because he's already so turned on he doesn't know what to do with himself. Large hands are gripping the sheets next to your thighs because you hadn't allowed him to touch. To just lay there and look pretty while you help him. And fuck, is he pretty. 

“Where, baby?” you tease. 

“Here?” Your index finger mere millimeters away from his already leaking cock.  

“Or maybe here?” and Mingi whimpers the second he feels your other hand graze his nipple, taking the nub between your index and thumb to give it a soft pinch. 

Mingi is panting now, allowing his eyes to close because even if you're not touching him where he wants to, at least you're touching him. And fuck, his nipples are so sensitive. 

A whine of protest leaves his parted, spit-glistened lips as the familiar heat of your hand disappears from his thigh. You make a show of slowly tracing it up his abdomen, ab muscles clenching and unclenching as you trail further up. All the way until your hand meets his throat, right below the jaw where it meets the neck. There's no real pressure, just enough claim, and Mingi gasps at the feeling. 

“Open your eyes, Mingi.” A stern tone in your voice as the tips of your fingers dig just a little further into his skin. Mingi opens his eyes at that, already too far gone to disobey your orders. 

“Look at you. So needy—so desperate, and I haven't even touched your cock yet.”

“Already so wet for me, baby. Look at it." You divert his gaze in the mirror down to his hard length, tip already flushed red as it now rests further up his stomach. A small pool of precum is pooling right below it, a few drops falling down the side of his hip. More precum spills out as he takes in the obscene sight in front of him. 

“Your eyes will stay there. The entire time. You will not look away, baby.” And Mingi just nods shamelessly, small whimpers escaping the taller man.  

“So good for me, baby,” you trail off, lips finding the familiar sensitive spot right below his ear. 

“This is all you're good for, right? To just lay there looking all pretty for me.”

Mingi is now a whimpering mess, pants coming out in fast breaths as his brows furrow slightly from the lack of physical stimulation. 

“P-please.” He manages to breathe out, and you know what he's asking for. You know you're not here to tease him. But, fuck, does he look amazing like this. 

With a faint hum, smiling as you continue nibbling at his neck, your hand moves from his nipple to finally trail down and grab his cock by the length. Mingi throws his head even further against your shoulder, back arching and hips buckling because you're finally touching him. He's fighting everything to keep his eyes open because he wants to be good. He wants you to praise him the way you always do. He never wants this feeling to stop. 

You can feel a drop of sweat against your lips, more pooling from the sides of his hair, running down to trace his chiseled jaw. 

“Ah—nngh—ah!”

Mingi can't stop making noises. He can't help the pants that leave his lips, mixing with the faint whimpers stuck in the back of his throat. His mouth is now open, lips formed into a soft O shape, and he remembers to look back at his cock. 

He groans loudly. His cock twitches against the palm of your hand as you grip it with more pressure, your hand fully enclosed around it. You give it a light tug upwards before loosening your grip, pressing the palm of your hand against his leaking tip while circling it around to gather his own wetness to use as lube. 

Mingi's chest is heaving up and down, a mixture of whimpers and whines escaping his lips the more you press the palm of your hand against the tip. The noises are obscene. He's leaking so much precum, and the movement of your hand fills the room with squelching noises. 

With your hand still firm against his neck, you start circling the tip of your thumb and middle finger to vary the pressure against his skin. A faint chuckle leaves your lips as another batch of wetness forms at his tip. 

“Doing so good, baby. So wet and so submissive. Not a single thought in that pretty head of yours, hmm?” And Mingi just nods, but at this point he doesn't know to what because he can barely hear you over the ringing in his ears because he's so fucking turned on he doesn't know where to go. Your hand finally starts stroking his length with the exact pressure you know he loves.

It's all just too much. Your lips trailing soft kisses along the side of his neck, fingers still applying various amounts of pressure against his throat, and he can't help but let tears escape his eyes as he whines. Your thumb finds its way back to the tip of his cock, pressing it flatly against his slit as you gather more of his arousal. And he just can't help but buck into the touch because you didn't forbid him from moving. 

But now he's shaking his head side to side, desperate whines leaving his lips because your hand just left his throat, and he's so mad because why would you do that? Until he feels said hand press against his lower abdomen, pushing him into the bed, preventing him from shamelessly rutting into your hand around his cock. 

“N-no—please—fuck, ah.”

“Please, p-please.” And Mingi just can't stop the incoherent blabbering of 'please' because he misses your hand around his throat; he misses the pressure. But he doesn't know how to say it. So he just bares his neck, dark, lustful eyes making contact with yours. 

Knowingly, you shoot him a smirk. 

“Poor baby. That desperate to submit, huh? So desperate for my control?” The silver-haired man can't do anything besides nodding because his voice is already gone. 

The hand on his cock picks up in pace as your hand finds its way back to his neck, applying just a tad bit more pressure than you had before. Not nearly enough to disrupt his airflow in any way, but enough to make a claim. 

With his chest still moving up and down, gasps escaping his lips while he lets his drool shamelessly run down to his chin, your hand tightens its pressure around the head of his cock. Playing a little bit with it as you flick your wrist in a way that has Mingi seeing stars.

He's so embarrassingly close so fast. And he's just mumbling incoherent things along with the whimpers that can't help but form, and you're stroking him so fast, so tight, and so good, and the pressure around his throat is making him so deliciously lightheaded. His abs can't help but clench as he nears his orgasm, and it's right there; he can feel it, and he's too far gone to remember why the two of you are lying there in the first place.

He feels your touch disappear before his brain registers it in the mirror. 

“N-no. P-please—nngh—please. Why'd you s-stop—fuck, b-baby please—” And Mingi is just wiggling around, thrusting his hips uselessly into the air, into nothing. His head is moving frantically from side to side against your shoulder. 

More tears form in the corner of his eyes as he lets out a mixture of whimpers and cries of pleas. He's shaking against your clothed chest, and you can see the veins of his neck popping out from the desperation of needing to cum. He's gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles have gone white, and you just watch him through the mirror as he keeps pleading for your touch. 

“You didn't think you'd get to cum that fast, hmm?” You tease. Mingi has calmed just a little bit from the disruption of his orgasm, but the pleads never leave his lips. 

“I-I'll be so good, baby, I-I—please.” 

His eyes meet yours in the mirror again. His face has gone a deep red, lips swollen from the abuse of his own teeth, silver hair sticking against his sweat-soaked forehead. The inner corners of his brows raise up, glossy eyes staring into yours as he begs. 

The man is larger than you, but right now he looks so small. So desperate. So fucking submissive. Because all he can think about is cumming. 

“So pretty like this, Mingi. So gorgeous. So perfect, only for me.” You breathe out, gaze never leaving his as your hands find their way back on Mingi's body.  

A deep groan leaves his lips as you cup his pecs, giving them a light squeeze before trailing one hand down the side of his abs. Mingi's breath hitches, and the other hand finds the hard bud of his nipple, circling it with the light touch of your finger. 

“You want to cum?” You ask, hands inching dangerously close to his throbbing length. Mingi nods.

“Words, princess. Use your words.”

“Y-yes. Nngh—ah, fuck—” Your index finger gently drags along the tip of his cock, precum sticking to the tip of it as you continue dragging it down his length. 

Mingi is whining uncontrollably again, eyes now fixed on your smaller hand against the sheer size of his cock. A faint whimper escaping his lips along with his usual whines. 

Hand still fixed on his nipple, the tip of it being rolled between your thumb and index finger, your hand finally grips his length. Mingi groans in pleasure as you pick up your speed, his own hands coming to grab the arm that is moving at a dangerous speed. But he doesn't pull you away; he just cries as he takes what you're giving him. 

His whines have grown into small whimpers again, and he moves his head up and down, like he can't decide if he wants to rest against your shoulder or get a closer look at what a fucking mess he is. And he can feel himself getting closer again, the familiar tightness in his balls as his abs clench from the heat spreading across them. You're touching his nipple at the same speed as your strokes, and he's so fucking sensitive because you've been playing with the same nipple for what feels like hours, and it's so red and swollen from the constant abuse. 

“Close?” You ask, kissing the tip of his ear before you softly bite down on it, tongue lapping at the soft piece inside your mouth. 

“Nnghh, y-yes—ah.” 

And Mingi is nodding frantically again, hands gripping your forearms so tightly it'll definitely leave a bruise. 

“Such a good boy, baby, so good.” 

And he's so close. It's right there again, and he finally thinks you're gonna let him cum because he can hear faint praises against his ear along with soft kisses. 

But then the feeling is gone, again. 

“No-o—nngh, a-ah—f-fu—ahh,” and Mingi is crying again. 

He's gripping your arm, shaking it while mumbles of 'please' and 'no' fill the room. But this time you don't drag it out; your hand instantly finds its way back to his swollen, achingly hard cock. The tip is flushed fully red, veins popping out faintly along its length from the stimulation and its lack of it. 

“I need you to count down for me, baby, yeah? I need you to be a good boy so you get to cum.” You purr against his ear. 

Mingi is too far gone to coherently produce a sentence, but the man nods, and a faint 'p-promise' can be heard between pants and moans. 

You pick up the speed, making sure to gather as much precum around the head to use as lube. 

“I want you to count down from five, princess. All the way down to zero, oka—”

“N-no. C-can't. G-Gonna—ah—cum.”

You slow down the pace and loosen the grip slightly around his length, the other hand gripping the familiar space just below his jaw. 

“Count, Mingi.” Your fingers applying the tiniest bit of more pressure against his throat, “Either you count, or you don't cum at all.”

And Mingi can't have that. Not when he's been so close for what feels like hours. He's been denied the pleasure of cumming two times, and he's sure he'll explode if he doesn't get to cum now. 

“F-five.” He manages to breathe out. Your pace quickens. 

“Fou—ah—f-four.”

“Nnnghhh—c-can't—”

"Yes, baby, you can. Look at you. You're doing so well. Just a bit more.” You encourage him, the thumb on his throat softly caressing the side. 

“Ah, t-three.” His eyelashes flutter. 

"Two‐o."

“One—mmmh—one.” 

Mingi is shaking. You whisper sweet nothings in his ear, how good he is, how pretty he is, but Mingi can't hear. He's completely gone—his focus on counting being the only thing stopping him from cumming right this second. His eyes, eyelids almost fluttering shut, are fixed on your hand moving up and down his cock through the mirror. A glossy sheen covers his eyes, tears falling unbeknownst to the man as they settle where the previous tears had dried. 

“Z-Zero—ahh—” and Mingi's vision turns white. 

Thick, endless amounts of white ropes hit his stomach as Mingi finally gets to cum. With his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, his mouth opens in the form of an O. A low moan escapes his parted lips but just as quickly turns into loud, needy whimpers. 

His lower body jerks, trying to ride out his orgasm as his upper body spasms, twitching from the sheer amount of pleasure. His ears are ringing, and he's so sensitive because you're still stroking him loosely, but he can't stop cumming. Warm cum is filling up in between the lines of his abs, threatening to spill down the sides of his waist from the clenching and unclenching. He's panting loudly in between whimpers and whines. 

He can make out a soft voice purring in his ear the second his body starts to calm down, but he can't hear a word of it. Mingi blinks, his body still shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He looks up at the mirror and sees the obscene view that is himself. Ropes of cum reaching all the way up to his chin, chest heaving up and down as he bucks his hips into the cold air. 

Both of your hands are rubbing across his chest, smearing the cum around as you calm his nerves. He looks down where he meets your finger, the tip of it dipped into a small pool of cum that had formed by his belly button. 

“So good for me. Such a good boy.”

Mingi almost goes cross-eyed as he follows the sight of your cum-soaked finger, slowly but surely inching closer to his face. 

“Look in the mirror and open wide, baby.” You demand, though no real threat, as it leaves your lips sounding softer. 

And Mingi does what he's told. Body completely spent, heaps of sweat trailing down various parts of his skin. He closes his lips around your finger the second it reaches inside his warm, wet mouth. 

"F-fuck," you breathe out at the scene, and Mingi just moans. And it's so humiliating and so dirty, but he couldn't care less because he just had the best fucking orgasm of his life. 

So the two of you just sit there, eyes never leaving each other in the mirror as Mingi continues sucking contently on your finger. If you notice his spent cock twitch in interest from tasting his own release, he pretends he doesn't see it all while hollowing his cheeks around your soaked digit. His previously glossed eyes filled with newfound lust

Friday evening, the best time of your week. after working yourself to the brim all week, you can finally find the time to relax at the comforts of your own apartment.

as soon as you entered the entry way, you felt your shoulders drop down, a deep breath exiting your lungs. at last, some ease. walking through the living room, you made it to your bedroom, the light scent of citrus circling in the air. by the look of it, you had made it home first, no signs of your boyfriend around.

you take your time getting out of your work attire, lathering yourself in scented soaps and all kinds of other self-care. after washing your face, you stepped back your bedroom in your pink bathrobe, only to be positively surprised. at the foot of your bed sat a very familiar dark haired man, scrolling away on his phone. upon hearing your steps, his phone gets put down in seconds, gaze landing on you with that special grin of his.

"there's my princess" with a few more steps you made it to your boyfriend, burying your head in his chest as his tall form sucked you closer. the warmth of his skin covered you like a blanket, letting you sink against him.

"hi min" mingi chuckled at your mumbling, ruffling your hair as you sat back up in his lap. his hand traveled down your hair, caressing down your arm down to your thigh, leaving it sat there.

you were quick to get up though before he'd get the chance to be too handsy, making your way to your closet.

"i'll be ready in about 30 minutes yeah? that good?" you spoke to mingi over your shoulder, but unbeknownst to you, he had walked up with you, hands wrapping around your hips. you look back up at him with a knowing sigh before turning back to your clothes.

"you're in luck, we got a whole hour since yunho and his girlfriend are quote on quote definitely late" with a satisfied sound, you let mingi stay close as you skim through your options. then, an idea pops in your head.

"min, you like clothes a lot right" the man nods, taking his hands off you to lean on the closet door.

you definitely knew the answer to that one. mingi absolutely loved dressing up and clothes in general. tonight he was in a black top, and some dark jeans, as well to typical mingi style, dozens of accessories. ranging from rings, to necklaces to the three belts hugging his hipbones.

"what're you going after doll?" he chuckles with that knowing look in his eye.

"wanna help me dress up for tonight?" he raises a brow, interest certainly peaking. glancing over at your- only- pink closet, he nods with a wide toothy grin.

"anything i want?"'

"as long as i have something on my body, i think it will do min" rubbing his hands together like a hungry fly, mingi nods again.

"you got yourself a deal princess"

with a smile, you walk back to your bed, letting your boyfriend get to work. skimming through the rows of skirts and dresses, his hands testing all the fabrics, he starts throwing back some options enthusiastically. one dress smacks you right in the face causing you to groan in playful annoyance.

"oh min, it can't be this difficult!" he pleas his sorry's before twisting back around to work. mingis focus doesn't snap, tuning into your clothes like he's having visions of you in them.

eventually, after much consideration, mingi finally turns back to you, placing a piece of pink fabric in your hands. with a guiding nod, you open the folded pile, revealing a dress, a rather special dress at that. this is the dress you wore on your first date with mingi, if it counted as a date. you had been out all night with your friends, ending up spending it in bed with mingi - sleeping next to one another. inseparable since.

"min i cant possibly wear this to a restaurant, this is too revealing!" he groans, sitting down next to you on the bed, one hand on your plush thigh, squeezing the skin.

"you did say anything i want doll" you chuckle, punching him on his side. you know he's just playing, but to be fair, you did love this dress.

it was light pink, with lace details on the neckline, low-cut, the type that hangs on your body like a light hug. mingis hand moves back and forth on your thigh, a soothing touch. but from his touchiness, to his choice of dress, you knew something was bubbling up inside him- as well as yourself.

with slow gradual movements, mingis fingers linger higher, gracing up your thighs, burning against your flesh. an airy sigh passes your lips, hand tightening around his wrist.

"alright, but you can help me put it on" mingis satisfactory hum rumbles against your skin as he places an openmouthed kiss on your jaw, one down your neck before turning you around, slipping off your pink robe with ease.

exposing the skin of your bare shoulders, mingis mouth attaches to the area, plump lips tracing a pattern. with a shiver, you stand up with guidance, your fully naked body now upon mingis gaze, his hands tight on your hipbones. raising to tower over you, he turns you around to meet his deepend gaze, tongue gliding alongst his lips.

”raise your hands baby”

doing as asked, he does a satisfactory nod before raising the pink flimsy fabric, slipping it down your body. mingis hands move down alongside the fabric, fingertips toying on your hardened buds of your nipples, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

his hot breath looms near yours, eyes dazed and slightly closed as one of his hands pauses on your hip again, the other trails further, the heat of his wide fingertips caressing over your clothed pussy.

”min- we got places to be” your words come out less strong that intended, falling short, breath halting as mingis dragon eyes lock on yours.

”we better hurry then, don’t we doll?”

not leaving you time to answer other than a nod, his ghosting touch is gone, both hands tight on your hips as he places you down against the edge of the bed. with a shiver trailing down your back, your fingers lean forward to tug on mingis tight biceps, pulling him down to meet you. that signature smirk paints his lips as his large body shadows over you, mouth landing against your jaw, licking the heated skin before finally meeting your eager lips.

one hand on your hip, the other is back to tease where you need him most, your body impulsively flying forward to meet his fingers. he chuckles into the kiss, his tongue gliding against yours.

mingis fingers land against your clit, spinning light circles on the throbbing bud, causing your nails to dig into his arms.

”you like that babydoll?” you nod eagerly, feeling the intensity of the moment. your other hand tugs against his top, pulling on it with need, need for more.

”off, please” you sigh, causing mingi to place one more deliciously lingering kiss before pulling up, tugging the shirt off from the hem.

with the next exposed skin, you can’t help it but moan, leaning forward up to your elbows. you let your hand glide along the tan surface, leaving your hand to lay where the hairs of his happy trail start.

”wha’chu doing there doll?” you bat your eyelashes, trying to think of a response, only to be pushed back down.

”i know what you want, just give me a second baby, you’ll have all of it” you nod, feeling like you’re dazing away. the fabric of the skirt pools around your hips as mingi pushes your legs up, placing you into a mating press to wait for him.

”just like that, now just stay like that baby ’kay?” his large palms tighten around his third belt, pulling it off, looking at you with a grin before pulling his bottoms down just enough to lay exposed upon you.

his cock stands tall, the veins hugging the sides so nicely, the tip flushed and leaking out. your lip tucked between your teeth you squirm, trying to feel his body on yours again.

”ready doll?” mingi asks with that deep tone of his as his hand fists himself, prepping to dive in you with ease.

”yes, please” he leans forward, the tip of his dick gliding through your lips, meeting your clit, causing your body to ripple.

”attagirl” his words turn your cogs, floating away with the pleasure as he positions himself into you. standing by the edge of the bed, mingi looks more massive then ever, those big biceps exposed, hiding the light-source behind him, sucking you into a view of just mingi.

pushing in with slow but sure ease, your lips fall open, mingis hands kneading the skin of your sides, soothing you into the raw adjustment that is his massive cock. you feel the pulsing veins against your walls, the way his thickness widens you out to him.

as he bottoms out, the hairs on his base tickle against your heated skin, your slick sticking to them like webs. mingis control shakes for a second, his eyes glossed over as he looks down at you; all at his mercy, cheeks flared, breath uneven, body ever so slightly covered by your pink gown- that he chose on purpose.

"min- faster, please" you plead, nails raking red stains into his sweaty skin. with a gravely groan, mingi pulls back, letting himself ram into you with more intent now, more need.

with every deep thrust you feel his tip kiss your sweet spot, the sensations around beginning to come together, that familiar coil burning in your abdomen. something feral shines in mingis eyes as he looks down at you, mouth hung open, one hand roaming your clothed torso.

"so fucking perfect, my little doll" his hand kneads into your left breast, thumb circling the perking nipple, your mind messing into a blur. your walls flutter around him, tightening as you feel yourself drawing awfully closer to that familiar eruption. mingi knows it too, he knows your body like nobody else.

"open your eyes baby, want you to look at me when you cum yeah?"

you try your best, eyes opening to meet the view above you, mingis sweaty form thrusting into you, his large veiny hands covered in cold silver tingling on your skin. neither of you even notice the alarm that rings from mingis phone, the 30 minute marker he set hours ago blasting into the air but certainly not enough for you to care.

his hand goes back to toy your clit, the pleasure all aligning so close you can taste it.

"there you go, give it to me babydoll, let it all go" what closes the deal is when mingi leans forward to kiss your neck, the mirror behind you showing you the view of you two, mingis back flexing as he fucks you relentlessly against the edge of the bed. you feel the band snap.

your release flies all over mingis abdomen, running down his thighs, messing into his pubes. his hips struggle to move a bit, low groans spilling from his lips.

"shittt baby, that's it" it takes everything in mingi not to finish inside, but with the very little energy left, he slowly pulls out, fisting his cock like there's no tomorrow. you sigh, the view of his face tightening as his orgasm draws near, the voices he makes making your hole flutter.

"oh fuck- oh fuck baby- coming" with one last loud groan, mingis load shoots all over your lower stomach, painting the messy scene with his stickiness. falling forward towards you, he cages himself above you on his arms, face falling onto your shoulder blade.

you stay there for a minute, catching your breath before your hand lays softly on his hair, petting it down as he spoke, muffled into your skin;

"you all good baby?" you chuckle lightly, nodding as he lifted up from your body, placing a tender kiss on your forehead in the process.

"perfect, need a new shower though" mingi nods, picking you up bridal style into his arms, your hands tying around his neck.

"so about that double date.. we still going?" your lean against his chest, eyes still half closed.

"negative"

mingi let out an airy laugh, placing you next to the bathroom sink. with a shared nod, he goes to turn the water on, and you let yourself ease into the moment. there's no way you were going out now, especially once you look over at mingis phone, seeing the text message upon the screen.

“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 knew what you were doing all day. Wearing a shirt without a bra and short shorts already earned you the promise of a good fucking when he came home, then sending him a topless photo while he was out for lunch with his members was his last straw. You knew it was going to lead to exactly this.

You were on your fourth orgasm, if you remembered right, and quickly approaching your fifth. First, he’d had you grinding on his thigh, then he made use of his fingers, then mouth, then both.

Safe to say you were getting very overstimulated, but he wasn’t done. Not until you made up for all of the teasing.

You’d never been in a position quite like this before. Bent over the edge of the bed, thighs trembling, one of his hands pulling your hair, the other around your throat. And of course, his hips slamming against your ass.

He leaned down and bit your shoulder, before whispering in your ear.

“You feel so good, baby… You’re doing so well for me…”

“M-Mingi~ It’s too much, I can’t-“

“Yes, you can. I know you can take it, so be good for me, yeah?”

“Yeah…”

He pressed a kiss to your temple, before biting the crook of your neck, hard enough to leave indents in your skin for at least a few hours, before sucking the spot, leaving a dark hickey on your skin.

“You know… This is your fault, doll… If you hadn’t been so- ah~ teasing all day…”

“I-I’m sorry~”

The tears were flowing freely from your eyes now, the sheer pleasure becoming almost unbearable. Your sobs were blending in with your moans, and you couldn’t tell if you wanted it to stop, or if you needed even more, so you decided to just call out to him. He could decide for you.

“Mingi~!!”

“I know, princess, a little longer…”

He tugged your hair harder and tightened his grip on your throat, helping him to fuck into you even faster and harder than before, earning a loud moan from your lips.

“Oh god, it’s so good, doll- Can I move you?”

You nodded, unable to say anything coherent. Without missing a beat, he hooked his arm under your leg and flipped you over, immediately leaning down to kiss you deeply. Through all this, his thrusts were just getting messier and more desperate, and he started moaning more.

“Ah~ Princess, I’m so close…”

He pressed his hand down on your lower stomach, feeling himself inside of you. He quickly replaced his hand with yours.

“F-feel that, gorgeous? Fuck, you’re such a good girl~”

With that, his hips stuttered violently, and he buried himself deeply inside of you, finally hitting his long awaited orgasm.

His release tipped you over the edge, and your body was convulsing with waves of pleasure, practically screaming his name and grabbing at his shoulders and arms to try to stabilise yourself.

“That was… insane. Maybe you should piss me off like that more often…”

His much larger body collapsed onto yours, before he rolled the two of you over so you were laying on his chest.

“You okay, my pretty girl?”

A nod was all you could manage, but it’s all he needed to know he did a good job.

“I’ll run a warm bath in a bit… But we’ll stay here for a little while. I love you, sweetheart…”

Jealous!hongjoong who glares at you whenever your attention is on anything but him, he feels like he needs to be the center of your entire world.

Jealous!hongjoong who clears his throat every time a person tries to talk to you for too long.

Jealous!hongjoong who squeezes your hand a little too hard whenever another person compliments literally anything you’re wearing, butting in and saying “yeah, I know. I was the one who bought it for her.” Before pulling you away from the conversation.

Jealous!hongjoong who always puts your chair right next to his, to the point neither one of you barely have any room.

Jealous!hongjoong who sucks his teeth and pulls that one smirk whenever he catches another man looking at you too long for his liking, even if the man was just zoning out.

Jealous!hongjoong who always keeps his hand on your lower back whenever you’re at a party or event. He claims it’s so you don’t get lost, but it’s so others know you’re taken.

— “What were you doing yesterday?” “Nothing, why?” “You didn’t answer my calls.”

Jealous!hongjoong who will bend you over in the bathroom when he can’t take it anymore, gripping your chin to make you watch through the mirror as well.

Jealous!hongjoong who leaves a trail of hickeys from your jaw to your collar bone, he needs it to be as visible as possible.

Jealous!hongjoong who if he’s feeling a little too jealous or upset, he’ll get a whip and will smack you on the ass with it over and over until he’s satisfied.

Jealous!hongjoong who won’t wear a condom, and he will make sure to cum inside as well. It reminds him that you are completely his and that he’s yours.

Jealous!hongjoong who will stop mid session just to hear you beg for him. It’s an ego boost for him.

Jealous!hongjoong who laughs at you when you start crying, telling you to suck it up and take it until he’s done.