Hongjoong Time

A few days after the hangout, you and Bang Chan were cuddling in the living room of the 3Rajin apartment, alone, watching a movie. When a random question popped into your head. You weren’t sure how Chan would react, especially after what happened with Minho, so you battled back and forth on if you wanted to ask. The look on Minho's face when he was grabbing the bowl haunted your mind. You weren’t sure why it affected you so much. Chan sensed your internal battle and looks down at you with a raised eyebrow of concern. “What’s going on in that head of yours? Are you overthinking something again?” You were startled out of your thoughts and you shake your head. “ Oh no, a question had just popped in my head and I’m not sure if I want to ask it… its kinda embarrassing” Chan chuckled at you “Baby you know you can ask me anything. Out with it” You took in a deep breath and let the question fly. “If we were to have a threesome, who in the group would you let join?” Chan was taken back by your question and you begin to panic. “See I knew I shouldn’t have asked. This is so embarrassing” Chan then chuckles again and pulls you towards him and kisses the top of your head. “It’s fine. I just didn’t expect you to think about that. I have no problem answering that. If we’re being honest, that idea has popped in my head a few times when we were all hanging out together. Especially after the hangout. Seeing you with Minho… it was hot but I was so pent up that the jealousy took over. Plus the soju didn’t help with that either” You were shocked at Chan’s response. You never would have thought that he’s thought about such things. You pull away from Chan’s embrace and look into his eyes. “For real? You’ve thought about this before? Who have you thought of doing it with?” Chan slightly blushes and rubs the back of his neck “yeah but I didn’t think you’d be into it so I always pushed the thought away. And usually Changbin. I’ve wonder what you’d look like getting fucked by him, you know, with your size difference and all” By this point, Chan’s ears were bright red. “Channie? Do you have a size kink?” You giggled “w-what? N-no, I was just saying.” You found it so cute how nervous he was exposing a secret fantasy he’s had. You take all this new information in and think. It would be fun to experience something like this with Chan. “You know what, let’s do it with Changbin, if he’s fine with it” Chan didn’t expect you to agree right away. He expected you to think about it for a few days. “Wait seriously?” You nod with a loving smile on your face. “I’d love to fulfill one of your fantasies with you.” The red from Chan’s ears spreads down to his neck. “I love you so much.” “I love you too Channie.” You both share a quick peck. Chan then pulls out his phone. He pulls up Changbin’s contact, hitting the call button and putting it on speaker. It rings a couple times before he picks up. “Hey Chan, what’s up?” “Hey Bin. Y/N and I had a question for you. Are you free to talk?”“Yeah, I can talk.” “So Y/N and I have been talking and wondered how you felt about something” “Ok?” “How would you feel if we invited you for a threesome?” The line went quiet. You get nervous thinking he’s going to think you both were weird and avoid you. You hear shuffling on the other side and then a door closing. “Did I hear you right? Did you just say a threesome?” You look at Chan and you see he looks completely calm. On the other hand, you were panicking. “Yeah that’s what I said. What do you think? You in?” You think to yourself “how is he so calm asking this?” “Let me run it by Minnie first and see if he’s ok with it. I’ll text you my answer.”

“Ok cool. We’ll look out for it.” They say bye and hang up. You start getting more nervous, you briefly forgot that Changbin and Seungmin were dating. You hope that you don’t cross a line and have Minnie hate you for trying to do anything with his boyfriend. Chan once again felt you stressing and puts his hand on your thigh to calm you. “Baby it’ll be ok. Whether he says yes or no, nothing is gonna change between all of us. Trust me” you do trust Chan and you start to calm down. “I love you Channie” he smiles at you “ I love you too Y/N” He moves in to kiss you but you’re disrupted by Chan’s phone ringer going off. You both look down at the phone.

“Well I guess we’re gonna have a threesome”

It was about a week after the text from Changbin. You all agreed to wait until it was only the three of you in the apartment. Once it finally happened, you decided to break the ice a little by just watching a movie first. Just to ease the nerves that might be floating around (mostly from you).

Halfway through the movie it was as if the atmosphere shifted. Both Chan and Changbin were staring and smirking at you, which you noticed in your peripheral vision. Chan grabbed your chin and pulls you into a kiss. As you kiss Chan you feel Changbin start kissing your neck, his hands rubbing your sides. You and Chan make out for a while before pulling away for air. Once you pulled away, Changbin guides your face to his and starts kissing you. Chan now kissing your neck and touching your body. You pull away from binnie to moan as Chan leaves dark marks on your neck “Bedroom now, stripped of everything, in position” Chan growls in your ear. You get up and rush to the bedroom. You quickly take off your clothes and kneel in front of the bed, waiting for them.

"Are you still okay with doing this? You can back out at any time" Chan asks wanting to make sure he was still comfortable. "Yeah I'm good. What are some things she likes? I want to make sure I don't screw that up" Chan smirks as he starts listing off your kinks and turn ons.

After what felt like forever, they walk in, both their shirts gone. Abs and muscles on full display. You stare, drooling a little bit. “Good girl, baby” They both sit at the edge, you keep eye contact with them but you really want to look down. The intense stares down at you make you shy but also aroused.

“Why don’t you show our guest here what that pretty little mouth of yours can do” Chan says as he firmly grips your chin. You get in between Changbin’s legs and start to reach for the tie of his sweatpants. “Ah ah baby, no hands”

You move your hands behind your back and bend over to untie the loose knot with your teeth. Changbin help you and pulled off his pants and boxers. Once he was free, you couldn’t help but stare. He was big. Not as long as Chan but definitely thicker. “How does Minnie take that thing” you think to yourself. “Like what you see angel?” He asks as he strokes your hair. You look up at him and nod, trying to find the words. “Can I?” Changbin’s smirk softens, “go ahead angel” You start by licking his tip and he groans at the action. You slowly take him into your mouth, inch by inch. All the way until he hits the back of your throat. You start to bob your head, still getting used to how thick he is. But you definitely weren’t complaining. “Damn you weren’t kidding, her mouth feels amazing” you moan at the praise and start to pick up speed. You hear a slight groan coming from next to you, you look over to see Chan stroking himself.

You decide to put on a little show, licking from Changbin’s balls to his tip agonizingly slow as you maintained eye contact with Chan. The groans between the two were now a little louder than before. You reach out and glide your hands up Chan’s thighs to his member and replaced his hand with yours. Stroking at the same speed you sucked off Changbin. “Fuck you’re such a good girl baby” you moan again at the praise given to you and the vibrations cause a throaty moan to leave Changbin. He might be getting close.

Suddenly Changbin pulls you off. You look up at him with doe eyes filled with lust. “I don’t want to cum yet angel, even thought your mouth feels amazing. I wanna feel inside you first” you whimper at the thought of his thick cock thrusting deep into you. You can’t help but squirm as arousal begins to gather between your folds. “I think she wants it as m-much as you do Bin. Just look at her. She’s all yours, do what you like” Chan says between groans as you continue stroke him, your hand glistening with his precum.

Changbin gets up from the bed and pulls you up from the floor. He stands behind you gently kisses your neck and plays with your boobs. Chan takes in just how much smaller you are than Changbin. Maybe he really did have a size kink. He pulls away from your neck and pushes you to bend over the edge of the bed. Slowly grinding his spit covered cock against your weeping core. While that went on, Chan snaps out of his daze and completely takes off his pants and boxers and repositions himself on the bed. Lining his dick up with the access to your mouth. He teases you by dragging the head of his cock against your cheek, just barely out of range of your mouth. You whine for him to stop but he just looks down at you and smirks “patience babygirl”

Changbin slowly insert a finger into you and you moan at the intrusion. Changbin groans at your warm tightness squeezing the single digit. He carefully thrusts until he feels you relax and loosen up. Then adds a second finger. Scissoring you open a little more hurriedly before adding a third one. Your moans gradually get louder. He was beginning to lose patience. When he feels you’re stretched enough, he puts the tip right at your entrance. He pushes in inch by inch. You feel the thickness of his cock filling you more than you’re used to. But that doesn’t stop the wonderful sounds you make for the two guys that are with you. Chan takes this opportunity to finally slide his dick into your mouth. Holding you there, dick deep into your throat. Coming to find out how much you actually enjoy being filled from both ends. Chan releases you so you can breathe. “Shit, do that again. She was squeezing me so fucking tight when you did that” as Changbin begins to thrust into you. Chan smirked and repeated the action again. Your moans getting stuck in your throat as Chan began to face fuck you. “She’s just sucking me in. Such a greedy little pussy” “oh you have no idea- fuck~”

Binnie starts thrusting starting to pick up speed, you moan around Chan and he groans at the vibrations. He tries to keep up his thrusts but the pleasure made it hard. “I can never get enough of your tight throat choking on my cock baby” you whimper at his dirty talk.

“Ah~ jagi I’m so close, keep clenching around me” Changbin moan. “Me too baby, your mouth feel so good” Chan grabs your hair holding you down as he releases down your throat, letting out a series of groans and growls. Changbin release into you, squeezing your hips and groaning as well. All the overwhelming sounds have you cumming as well. Changbin pulls out and watches his cum start to drip out of you, cause his member to twitch back to life.

You swallow Chan’s release, licking your lips to get the excess. Chan pulls you into a sloppy kiss and says “we aren’t done with you yet, ride me babygirl” You crawl to him and straddle him. Your legs shaking slightly as you line yourself up and sink down onto him. The cum Changbin left, being the perfect lube.

You moan at the feeling. You start to bounce feeling a little overstimulated due to just cumming. You tried your best with the energy you had. Once your legs started giving out, Chan took it into his own hands. He flips you over and begins pounding into you, his patience had worn thin. Changbin walks over to the side of the bed “Don’t forget about me” you reach over and start to stroke him. The pleasure continues for a while until you all start to get close again. “Ah~ sir. I’m close, can I cum please?” Chan groans and looks to Changbin. He nods and replies “cum for us jagi” you release with a really loud moan, almost a scream. Binnie was on the edge “angel can I cum on your face?” You nod quickly. He then releases onto your face, groaning. The sight sends Chan over the edge and he releases into you “Ah fuck~ that was so hot” he says as he came.

You all catch your breath as Chan pulls out of you. He starts to get off the bed but you grab his wrist, wanting him to stay with you. “Baby I have to get a rag to clean you off” You whine but don’t let go off his wrist. “I’ll go get it” Changbin offered. Chan nods and lays down next to you. Softly stroking your side as he praises you for taking them both so well. Changbin returns and begins cleaning you off. He discards of the rag and hands Chan his boxers before putting his own back on. He goes to grab your clothes but before they can try and redress you, you’re already asleep. They both shrug and decide to just get under the covers and cuddle you. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?” Chan whispered to Binnie. “Better than I expected. Would definitely do it again” With that, they both fell asleep.

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“Relax Ji, everything will be fine”

Jisung wasn’t listening as he fiddled with the velvet box in his pocket. He was finally gonna do it. He was gonna ask you to marry him. You both have been together for the past 6 years and he knew it was time. He wanted his plan to be perfect. He had Hyunjin and Minho distract you so you wouldn’t suspect anything. He was sure you realized something strange when you woke up and he wasn’t there. He planned to propose after dinner which was like 8 hours from now.

You should’ve known something was up. When you woke up, your boyfriend was nowhere to be found. All there was was a note on his pillow:

Good morning mamas! I had to leave for a last minute 3Racha meeting. I didn’t want to wake you so I left this. Hopefully it won’t be too long. I love you <3

You frown at the note. You were hoping to wake up next to Jisung on your 6 year anniversary but looks like you won’t.

You get out of bed and head downstairs to see Minho and Hyunjin making breakfast. You looked cautiously between the two; Minho flipping pancakes and Hyunjin making coffee. You clear your throat and the two turn to you. “Good morning Y/N! I hope you slept well.” Minho said excitedly. You were used to Minho making breakfast some mornings, you just weren’t sure why Hyunjin was there too. Plus, Jisung usually tells you when Minho will be here.

“I slept ok, I know why you’re here,” pointing at Minho “but why are you here?” Hyunjin looks offended at your question. “Can’t a loving friend come and help make breakfast for his dear friend?” You raise your eyebrow “I mean I don’t mind, I was just surprised and confused. Ji didn’t tell me you were coming over so I wasn’t expecting you.” Minho nods and finishes up the pancakes before staking them onto a plate.

He plates your food and Hyunjin gives you your coffee and you ate slowly as you watch the two staring at you. “Ummm are you guys ok? You keep staring at me” “oh yeah we’re fine. Just making sure you eat well” Hyunjin quickly replies while Minho nods his head at the answer. You raise your eyebrow again.

Ok they’re acting super weird.

After you got ready for the day, the guys said that they wanted to take you shopping for some new stuff; per Jisung’s request. You all head to the mall and go to a few of your favorite clothing stores. They grab handfuls on handfuls of clothes for you to try on. Secretly trying to find an outfit for you to wear for the proposal.

Once you get to the dressing room of the second store, you pull your phone out and call Jisung.

“Fuck fuck she’s calling me! What do I do?!” “Umm answer it?” Seungmin rolled his eyes at his anxious friend. “But I’m supposed to be in a meeting, what if she realized I lied and she gets mad at me and think I’m doing something bad and wants to break up and-” Chan comes over and puts and hand up to his mouth to stop Jisung’s blabbering. “Bro. Relax. Just see what’s up and go from there. Even if she found out you lied about the meeting she’ll understand why you did so. Just relax and answer.” Jisung nods behind chan’s hand. Once removed, he calls you back.

“Hey mamas. What’s up? Sorry I missed your call”

“Ji. I don’t know what’s going on but Minho and Hyunjin are acting weird. They’re more… giggly than usual”

“That’s weird” Jisung lets out a nervous chuckle.

“Yeah it is. How’s the meeting going? I’m not interrupting am I?”

“Oh no, we just uh… took a quick break. You’re not interrupting. It’s going well though, everything is falling into place.”

“Well that’s good. I miss you. I was hoping to see you when I woke up.”

“I know I’m sorry mamas. I miss you too. But I’ll get through this as quickly as I can so I can see you, ok?”

“Ok. I love you Ji.”

“I love you too Y/N. So so much.”

You blush at his words “I’ll see you later. Enjoy your meeting” “Ok see you later.”

After you hang up, you continue with trying stuff on and showing Minho and Hyunjin. They would give you feedback as you went through them. After going through the stores and getting lunch, they decide to head to the nail salon to get your nails and toes done. You didn’t question it because it was time for that.

By the time you got back to the dorms, it was 4pm. The guys knew Jisung wanted you to be at the restaurant by 5. So they told you to get dressed in one of the dress you just got. “Um ok” you hesitantly replied. You do as told and head back to the living room. The two boys just stare at you in awe. They knew what was awaiting you.

"You look beautiful Y/N" "Jisung is very lucky to have you in his life" you smile softly "thank you guys" they nod and guide you back to the car. You continued asking where they were taking you but they didn't answer.

When you pulled up to the restaurant, the brought you inside. The host brings you over to a table in a private room, where you see Jisung. It was decorated romantically; rose petals surrounded a candle lit table with a stunning white tablecloth. You stand in shock at how beautiful it was.

“So I guess I should come clean. I wasn’t in a meeting all day, I was here setting up this for you. I wanted to surprise you. 6 years together is a long time and I wanted make it special.” You start to tear up at him “Jisung you idiot. I love you” he pulls you in by the waist and kisses you lovingly. “I love you too more than anything in the world” “more than cheesecake?” Jisung thinks for a moment “well…” you swat at his chest, pouting “I’m joking, yes more than cheesecake”

He brings you over to the table and the server brings out your first course. You both eat in a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. The night goes on well with you both reminiscing about your relationship over the years and hopes for the future; future trips and accomplishments you both hope for.

Once the dessert comes out, Jisung starts to get nervous. It was almost time. He need this to go well. He knows the guys were waiting outside for their cue all he had to do was give it to them.

It was time.

Jisung goes over to you and guides you out your seat. He takes a deep breath and gives the signal. One by one the rest of the guys come in. Chan, Seungmin, Felix and Jeongin all go behind Jisung facing you holding something behind their backs. While Hyunjin, Minho and Changbin approach you each handing you 2 roses. You look at Jisung confused.

“Each rose represents each year we’ve been together. If you think about it our relationship is just like a rose. It’s beautiful but there were some painful parts. We may have had our moments, our ups and downs, our lonely nights away from each other but we still made it through. We stuck by each other at our best and our worse. I can’t see my life without you in it. From the moment we met, I knew deep down that you were the one I was meant to be with. With every passing day, I want you by my side. I love you so so much and that’s why I’m doing this.”

He pulls the box out his pocket, opens it and gets down on one knee. You cover your mouth as you start tearing up. He looks into your eyes, tears welling in his eyes,

“Y/N M/N L/N, will you marry me?” As he said that the guys behind him turned over the signs they were hiding that showed that same question. You try to speak but you were so choked up nothing came out. So you just nod you head quickly as he goes to hug you. You slightly pull away from the hug and kiss him excitedly. The guys cheer at the newly engaged.

“Congrats guys! Now when’s the wedding, I already have tons of stories to tell at the reception” Seungmin said mischievously. All the guys laugh and agree about their share of stores to tell as well. “I’m not gonna make it out of there alive will I?” Jisung sighs. You chuckle at him. “You’ll be fine, I’ll be there right by your side like you said in you speech.” He smiles at you before kissing you cheek.

The guys keep blabbing about all the stories they could tell but neither of you were listening. Just holding each other close. You admire your ring with love, knowing you’ll be with the love of your life for the rest of your life.

“I love you Jisung”

“I love you Y/N”

Seonghwa was curled up on the couch in the living room when he heard the front door to their apartment open suddenly and slam. Without looking up from his book, he calls out “So how’d the date go?” All that was heard after was an annoyed groan followed by “How’d you think?” Hongjoong makes his way to the living room and plops down on the couch, laying his head on Seonghwa’s lap “Well from how you entered, I’m assuming not well?” Hongjoong groans again. Seonghwa puts his book down and starts stroking Hongjoong’s hair, knowing he’ll start venting. “It fucking sucked! We didn't have anything in common at all, I tried to make conversation but they barely put in effort to answer. Plus they only just wanted sex so thats lovely. It’s just so aggravating-” Seonghwa softly stroked Hongjoong’s cheek in a calming manner “Breathe Joongie” Once Hongjoong was calmed down from his rant, Seonghwa continued to stroke his hair, comforting him. He listened to every word. He cares about him too much to just half listen to his long time best friend and crush. “Hwa… am I undatable?” Seonghwa stops his hand in his hair. “Why would you ask that?” Hongjoong sighs “Every date I’ve been on for the past few months have not gone well. They’re either narcissistic, only looking for a hook up or they just don’t show up at all. I’m starting to think it’s me that’s the problem.” Seonghwa keeps a calm expression but on the inside he was pissed. How dare Hongjoong talk down about himself when it was never his fault. “No Joongie. You’re not undatable. You just… haven’t found the right person yet.” Hongjoong sits up from Seonghwa lap “but what if I never find them? I’m not getting any younger. What if it never happens?” Seonghwa gives a small smile but his heart broke a little at his dear friend. “I know you’ll find them. Just give it time.” Hongjoong sighs. “Ok I trust your words. I’m gonna go try and make a song or something to get that shitty date out of my head.” Seonghwa nods and follows Hongjoong to his room. Hongjoong goes at it for a few hours as Seonghwa sits on his bed and continues his book. Until he’s knocked out of his flow by a very frustrated groan. “Why can’t I think of anything?! Nothing is going right!” He slumps in his chair, a hand going down his face in frustration. Seonghwa knows he can get like this sometimes but he’s never seen it this bad. That date must’ve really messed him up. Usually he keeps his distance until Hongjoong has calmed down enough. He’s been on the receiving end of a very stressed out Hongjoong, he tries to avoid it at all costs. But he felt like he had to do something this time. His body moved faster than his brain could keep up. The next thing he knew he was hugging Hongjoong around his neck from behind. Seonghwa expected him to push him away but he didn’t. He just accepted it. “I don’t know what to do” “Maybe…” Seonghwa stops himself before he regrets his decision. “Maybe what?” He just shakes his head “It’s nothing it’s probably a stupid idea” “Tell me” Hongjoong turns to face him. “Um well… I was thinking you could try and unwind a different way?” Hongjoong raises an eyebrow, not sure what he means. “How?” “We could do ‘it’ again?” Seonghwa feels a light blush creep up his face again. “Last time it seemed to really help so I just thought- you know what never mind” Seonghwa tries to turn back towards the bed but Hongjoong stops him. “By ‘it’ you mean have sex?” Seonghwa turns his head away and nods too nervous to look at Hongjoong.

The last time they had sex was about 3 weeks ago after one of Hongjoong’s dates. That is if the date actually showed up. He sat at the bar alone for almost 2 hours, waiting, until he gave up and just started doing shots. He got so drunk and texted Seonghwa, thinking it was his supposed date. Seonghwa figured out that he was drunk and headed to the bar; he did have his location. He picked him up and brought him back to their apartment. When Seonghwa tried to get him to lay down, Hongjoong kept trying to get him in the bed with him. He tried to get out of his grasp but eventually gave up when he realized how desperate he was and needed some sort of relief. So he gave in, regretting that their first time together was something Hongjoong would barely remember the next morning. But to Seonghwa’s surprise, he actually did remember. He kept apologizing for his actions and to forget it happened. He didn’t want to ruin their friendship. Seonghwa tried to tell him that it was ok and he didn’t have a problem helping but Hongjoong insisted. They didn’t speak about it since. But the night constant replayed in his mind.

“We don’t have to, I was just think- ” before Seonghwa could finish his sentence, Hongjoong grabbed his chin and turn his face to look at him. Once their eyes connected, Hongjoong felt a sensation he’s never felt before. He wasn’t sure how to describe it. Hongjoong pulls Seonghwa’s face closer to his, their lips just centimeters apart. Seonghwa’s breath hitches at the closeness, looking directly at Hongjoong’s lips and back up to his eyes. “We can do it” With that, Hongjoong closes the distance between them in a gentle, passionate kiss. He stands up from his chair, not breaking the kiss and pulls Seonghwa closer to him. The kiss starts to deepen as Hongjoong starts to move his hands up and down Seonghwa’s body. The both pull away, catching their breaths before going back in again. They slowly make their way to Hongjoong’s bed. Hongjoong pushes Seonghwa onto the bed and hover over him. He starts kissing down his jaw to his collar bone. Leaving little red marks in its path. Soft moans leave Seonghwa, fueling the fire of arousal that’s inside Hongjoong. He slides his hands under Seonghwa’s shirt. Gliding his hand towards his chest until he reaches his nipples. He plays with it, getting more sounds from Seonghwa. Hongjoong takes off Seonghwa’s shirt moving to lick and suck his nipples. Seonghwa reaches for and grabs at Hongjoong’s hair as he moans. “So sensitive” he smirks against his nipple. He continues to kiss down Seonghwa’s body slow and sensual. “Joongie… stop t-teasing me” Hongjoong looks up into Seonghwa’s eyes with a demon like smirk. “You want it? Beg for it” “Please Joong” Hongjoong continues to move slowly, starting to undo the tie of Seonghwa’s pajama pants. “You can do better than that baby.” The nickname caught Seonghwa off guard and a soft pink blush creeps up his face. “Please Joong, I really need you. Please stop teasing me” Hongjoong feels the pride rise in his chest at Seonghwa saying he needed him. “Ok baby” Hongjoong removes Seonghwa’s pants and starts to undress himself. He reaches into his nightstand drawer and grabs lube. Seonghwa ignores the thought of how long he’s had that there. Hongjoong squeezes some onto his fingers, warming it up before adding some to Seonghwa’s awaiting hole. He circles it before dipping in. Nothing but whines and whimpers leave Seonghwa but it wasn’t enough for Hongjoong. He starts to move his finger in and out before adding a second. A small moan was released but it still wasn’t enough. Hongjoong pick up speed and thrusts deeper, searching for that spot. He knew he found it when a surprised loud moan escapes the man under him. “There it is” he smirks. He continues the assault on his hole with his fingers, Seonghwa not able to hold his sounds back.

“Does it feel good Hwa?” He asks teasingly and proud of himself. Seonghwa narrows his eyes “Kim Hongjoong, I swear to god if you don’t hurry up and fuck me” “ok ok I’m done teasing” he replies back shyly, not expecting the seriousness from him. Seonghwa notices the slight shift and gains a little confidence.

Hongjoong presses against his entrance “Think you can handle me?” Seonghwa smirks and flips them over, straddling his hips “I’m the only one who can” he replies as he sinks down Hongjoong’s member. The both moan in unison as Seonghwa bottoms out. “I’ve always been the only one who can handle you.” At that moment, it clicked. Hongjoong realized. The person he’d been looking for was right in front of him this whole time. He didn’t need anyone else, he just needed Seonghwa. Seonghwa starts to grind slowly causing more moans to leave him. Hongjoong just laid there, allowing himself to be used by Seonghwa. Only moving to grip his thighs as if to ground himself. “You’re so pretty Hwa” the words leaving his mouth before he realized. Seonghwa’s hips stutter at the compliment and his face blushes a soft pink. “Don’t- fuck~” “Don’t what?” Seonghwa burst of dominance disappeared as soon as Hongjoong called him pretty. Hongjoong saw an opening and flipped them back over, now controlling the pleasure. “Don’t just say stuff like that” Seonghwa replies shyly. Hongjoong smirks “but it’s the truth” Hongjoong speeds up his thrusts, hitting Seonghwa’s prostate dead on. “Joongie, I’m so close” Hongjoong speeds up his thrusts as he grabs Seonghwa’s member, matching the strokes of his hand with his thrusts. Seonghwa’s eyes roll back in pleasure. “Cum for me pretty” He screams Hongjoong’s name as he cums, hopefully the walls are thick enough to not wake their neighbors. Hongjoong thrusts a couple more times before reaching his high. Riding through it as Seonghwa starts to feel the overstimulation build. He whimpers softly. Hongjoong pulls out gently and lays down next to Seonghwa. He pulls him in close, needing the warmth he felt he’d been missing. Seonghwa cuddles into his side, head on his chest. “We can clean up in a little bit. I just need a second” Seonghwa nodded. Hongjoong looks down at his best friend. So many different thoughts and emotions swirling in his head. He doesn’t even know if Seonghwa even likes him that way and he doesn’t want to ruin their friendship. He has no clue what to do “I can feel you overthinking. Spill” welp it’s now or never

“Do you wanna go on a date with me?”

You were listening to the pastor Mingi explaining the origin stories of the God that Hongjoong is a reincarnation of, and how he has a scar over his heart in the same place where the God was fatally wounded. He came to visit. Said hello to all of you, and someone couldn't hold back their scoff.

It was the man next to you, also a newcomer. You gave him a side eye, and told him to be respectful — because you are in the presence of a God. Hongjoong was very pleased with you, and even thanked you directly, and when you smiled and bowed your head to him; the man next to you reeled you up by the back of your neck and started going off. He said you are delusional, everyone here is. No one can do the things that Hongjoong does, and this is just a case of mass hysteria or something. You were too busy staring at him dumbfounded to realize that Hongjoong was getting mad, so mad in fact that his eyes began glowing.

Mingi tried to calm the God down, whispering prayers and saying that the man who intruded his church was just a misguided soul. But when the man turned his attention to him and said that his eyes were just a trick of the light or something else ridiculous, he said that he is a false God — Hongjoong warned him as he stepped closer. "I will smite you where you stand if you do not drop to your knees and beg for your God's forgiveness."

"So smite me then!" Were the man's last words before he exploded into a cloud of blood at the snap of Hongjoongs fingers. You and Hongjoong were the only ones in the splash zone. And while he went untouched by it, always having a divine bubble around him, you were covered in the viscera. People were screaming, trying to get away. They joined the man in being a puddle of blood. The only ones spared from his blind, rage-induced rampage were those who stayed quiet and still. It was not many at all.

You were entirely too shocked to even move a single muscle, eyelids still squeezed shut to protect your eyes from the blood that flew at you. The warm crimson liquid was cooling, making you feel sticky and cold by the time you heard it — the silence. You blinked rapidly as you opened your eyes and bore witness to the six other puddles of what used to be humans. You and pastor Mingi were the only other humans, in the room with the God and the brutal crime scene. The man had his head hung low, shedding a silent tear for the souls that still clung heavy to the air around you and mixed with the ringing static of Hongjoongs anger.

He gripped the back of a chair tightly as he stumbled, still glaring at the spot where the naysayer once stood; lip snarled with anger. His eyes snapped towards you when you moved, looking down at your red-covered arms in a state of pure shock. And suddenly he realized what he did. He had killed — again — and he had left a witness that he wasn't entirely sure would keep their mouth shut. He needed to fix this, and quickly. But his mind only drew blanks as he looked you up and down. "My God," Mingi said into his ear, and you were still too stunned to even register his voice, "she is a true believer. She is devoted. Her family is. Please, spare her..."

But how to know you won't go running away from the compound and find the nearest non-believer to tell? They had almost had a debacle like that the first time his divine rage resulted in ended lives. "Girl." He said. And you looked, slowly. Tears in your eyes and they shone so prettily. "Whose name do you bear?" And your answer was quiet with shock, but it was immediate. "Yours, forever, My God." You didn't flinch or yell when he teleported to your side of the table and his suffocating presence was suddenly behind you. Pressing a gloved hand to your back, he bent you over the table. "Take this off, it is covered with blood." He didn't have to put you in such a vulnerable position to unbutton your dress; shoved with your chest to the table and the God all too close to you. "We don't want to frighten the others, now do we?"

The blood had soaked through the fabric, staining your skin and even if it hadn't — the blood on your face and in your hair was an obvious red flag. "No." You whispered over the silence, holding your breath as he yanked the ruined fabric from your shoulders and down the length of your body until it pooled on the floor like so many puddles of blood. "You won't scare your brothers and sisters by telling them some sob story, will you, dear?" You had never had him speak so many words to you directly. The energy in his voice made your head feel light. "No, God." You stumbled as he lifted you back up by your shoulders, meeting eyes with the pastor as the God steadied you. "I will get her clean. Mingi, take care of this. Burn that dress, I do not want any trace of that filth in my church."

Hongjoong lead you through the back corridors of the church, ones that only his closest companions ever used. All the way to his very own quarters, where he bolted the door behind him. Neither of you had spoken a word, and you hadn't looked at him, only let him lead you by the small of your back. "The blood soaked through," he sighed as he came in front of you and looked at the ruined undergarments you wore, "take them off, I want them burned as well." It was the very first time he ever saw hesitation from you, obviously you had the rules memorized. One of many being that your body is precious and you should treat it as such. Sex is nothing to frown upon and neither is masturbation. It's actually encouraged. But he does say that you shouldn't flaunt your sexuality, and everyone dresses modestly. The only reason you weren't mortified at the fact you were in your underwear is because of the shock. "Take them off." He said more sternly, and you immediately obeyed.

He led you under the open shower, staring into your eyes silently as you watched the pink-tinted water that ran off your body. "You're very obedient. Why is that?" "Because you are superior, My God." Oh, he liked that. He liked that a lot. Being acknowledged for his worth. You didn't even have to think about your answer. You are truly devoted. "Tell no one what you witnessed today. This stays between us and the pastor, do you understand?" And he called you 'good girl' when you had nodded.

He watched you more closely after that. Tuned his mind to listen to your prayers more, filing through the hundred of voices to find yours. At first, just to make sure you stayed true to your word and stayed quiet about his little murdering spree. But after a few weeks, and you still haven't made a peep about it, he calls you to his room again. He had saw you talking a bit too flirtatious with another man in the compound, and he was jealous. And he felt stupid for feeling like that. He's a fucking God, why is he jealous over some powerless woman?

The air is charged between you as you stand by the closed door with your hands folded in front of you, bowing your head. He chugged the rest of his drink just to feel something; it's hard for a God to get drunk, apparently. Then he said, "are you a slut?" The way your eyes widened as you looked up at him told him everything he needed to know about you. You aren't. You're the opposite. And of course you said that, stuttering and shaking your head quickly. "No?" He teleported behind you, grabbed your hips, "then why were you flirting in the cafeteria like that? Isn't that against the rules, dear?" You didn't think you were flirting. Maybe- well, maybe a little bit. But flirting isn't a sin, flaunting your sexuality is. "You weren't? You weren't?! You dare lie to your God?!" You were forced to your knees, practically falling to them, begging for his forgiveness and repeatedly apologizing for having seen your own actions the wrong way. Your voice was so much louder when you were on your knees, he could hear it in his ears and his mind.

When during your spewing pleas, you let slip that you're the opposite of a slut; you're actually a virgin, he suddenly realized why he was so enamored with you. Not only are you obedient and loyal, your soul is pure — from not only sex but from any stain of evil.

Your clothes were gone before you knew up from down, your back landing on the God's bed and he was between your thighs fully dressed. His hair hung from his face as he looked down at you and you got your first unobstructed look into his eyes. And your body was immediately buzzing with the excess energy that seeped from him. "Give yourself to me." And really, who better to give your virginity to other than your divine ruler? He was gentle, he did it right — took his gloves off and teased and stretched your cunt until you were dripping. When he finally got inside of you, you were trembling like a leaf in the wind from the sheer power that you felt inside of you until he pinned your body with his and told you to breathe through it. He looked more disheveled than usual, his hair a mess from allowing you to grab at it; having lowered his impenetrable wall to let you, his breathing shallow and tense as he marveled in the feeling of your cunt shaping itself around him. You felt like the divine one. He'd never felt anything like it- like you.

He was so slow about it, dragging his cock along your walls while you cried out with pleasure, as if he was savoring every single minuscule movement. You heard him curse for the first time as he bottomed out again and then — he kissed you. It was gentle at first, testing. Then it was filled with adoration, both of you melting into one another. Then, pure lust. All tongue and spit while he started up a leisurely pace. You came around him while he sucked on your tongue and it was that moment that he decided there was simply no way you're a mortal. You are an entity that rivals himself, making him crumble like you did by whimpering as your pussy clenched and convulsed around him.

He worked you all the way through your orgasm, hugging your arms to your sides tightly and every brush of his naked skin against yours added another spark of ecstasy until you were a nearly drooling mess pinned below him; twitching every so often and crying from the overwhelming sensations and singing his praises with a trembling voice so sweet that it made him coo. "You were made for me~" And you looked so proud of yourself, fucked-out smile on your swollen lips that was shockingly innocent for the way your cunt fluttered from his praise. And fuck, he loved it. More praise was immediately given, and he couldn't get enough of the way you were just so reactive. Your virgin pussy soaking in every little word of praise and every moan he let out and rewarding him with the most mouth-watering clenches and gushes of arousal.

The second time you came, he couldn't hold back anymore. Your orgasm suddenly got a thousand times more intense, so intense that you couldn't piece together why for a second until the sound of his skin slapping against yours registered in your brain and you realized he was fucking you. No longer slow and careful. He's fucking you within an inch of your life, pounding your overwhelmed cunt so fast and hard that your third mind-numbing peak hit before the second even fully settled and you were suddenly squirting, making a mess on the Gods bed and wetting both of your stomachs and legs. He only laughed, leaving opened mouth kisses against your neck while keeping your arms pinned to your sides as you squirmed. "You are made to take me, my dear, it's not too much. Be an obedient angel and please your God."

And please him you did. He'd never been more satisfied with and by a mortal. He used your virgin body like a toy and you took it with pride. Hiccuping and sobbing from the pure pleasure running through you like a live wire but you took it nonetheless as he yanked you into his thrusts by his strong grip on your hips. Your weight on your shoulders, your back arched, legs trembling with weak attempts to hold yourself up to make it easier for him to fuck you and he found it so fucking adorable. Even when you're almost brain dead from the flood of literally otherworldly pleasures, you're so eager to please.

"Your soul is glowing right now, angel." The response he got was in the form of an unintelligible whine, your brain too scrambled to comprehend the new information that he could see people's souls — or that souls are real. Or that he had called you 'angel'. "You must really like it, huh? Yeah? Yeah, you do~" He spread your legs wide and pressed his forehead to yours, slamming his hips against you roughly and staying buried as deep as possible; both of you panting and moaning. Grabbing your heated face, "kiss me." And you did. Hands wrapped up in his sweaty hair, lips pressed against his the second after he asks for it. Passion clear in the soft movements you made even regardless of the exhaustion of being used by a God with godly stamina.

His cum spilling inside of you when you kitten licked at his lips was without a doubt the most beautiful thing you had ever felt. More euphoric than an orgasm as he rocked his hips into you, milking himself with your cunt. You felt completely weightless, jaw dropped from the absolute bliss and vision blurry as you looked up at him, stars in your teary eyes as he continued to praise you even after he came. Breathlessly holding you close and whispering, "you feel better than any prayer I have ever received." Not letting you go even as your breathing evened out and your hearts stopped thudding.

Your body feels simultaneously like a bag of rocks and a box of feathers when you do eventually move, carefully propping yourself up on your elbows and drinking the water he holds for you desperately. He helps you to the bathroom and when you nearly fall on the way back, he scoops you into his arms and teleports you there instead; making your head spin and your hands cling to him. "I was too rough with you, angel." That time you did lock onto the nickname and it made your heart soar. "I forget that mortals are so fragile." But he doesn't apologize because he certainly doesn't regret it. The kiss he plants to your forehead as he pulls the blankets over you both is apology enough.

Your family moves into the compound very quickly after that. You work and live there, the entire outside world left behind like the rest of his faithful followers that reside on the enormous farm. It's much less people than his followers in general, only the most trusted and the ones who have proven their devotion undeniably. Even then, it's around fifty people that live in the little village around the church. Your dynamic has clearly shifted after that night, but you don't treat him any differently. You get on your knees each night before bed in your new home right next to the worship building and you pray to him. Ending it just like the rest of his followers, "No dawn, no mercy, only you.", but something about the way you say it is so much better. More pleasing.

Sometimes you let your mind wander after you say your prayers, still on your knees and you don't know that he can and does hear everything you think. You don't know that's he's touching himself to the sound of your voice echoing in his mind. You learn that after one night a week later, when your mind wanders even farther and you start wondering what it would be like to suck a dick — his dick — and only a second later you're being pushed face down into your bed. Before you could panic, you felt the power in the air and quickly realized it was him. "How heavy it might feel against my tongue," he repeated your own thoughts from only moments earlier. "Are you trying to get yourself fucked stupid?" Obviously not, because you had no idea he was even listening to your thoughts — that he was capable of that. When you were rightfully dumbfounded, he explained, "prayer is whatever you say on your knees. You just prayed to suck my dick, and I am here to answer that prayer."

Things escalate quickly after he felt your throat that night. It seems that not a day goes by without the God finding some reason to talk to you, to be in your presence. Everyone notices, but nobody says anything, not even the poor woman who caught the God shoving you against a wall and kissing you. She only bowed deeply and apologized for interrupting even though you two were the ones making out in a public part of the estate. The rumors of you spread very fast, though. That you're 'favored' by the God; that's how they word it. Some were jealous, and some thought you had somehow manipulated the powerful being in the man's body. But no one said anything to either of your faces. Only a few weeks go by and you know that everyone knows about you and Hongjoong's 'relationship'. It just hasn't been addressed publicly by either of you, and nobody dares to ask.

Eventually, he sees you talking to the same man he had got onto you for flirting with all those months ago. Not even flirtatiously or very engaged in the conversation, idly talking about the weather or something else insignificant as you scrub clothes against a washboard and he peels vegetables a few feet away — but Hongjoong lost his shit. He yanked you up from your seat by your hair and drug you all the way back to his room; which happened to be pretty far away. He didn't bother to teleport, he let every passersby see as he manhandled you, ignoring your prayers for forgiveness for whatever wrong you had did. You were significantly confused and rightfully terrified as the angry God dropped you to his floor and pinned you under his boot, stepping on your back. "Should I smite him or should I gut him like a fish? ... Which would be more effective to get it through your head that you belong to me?" You only shook your head and promised that there was nothing between you and the doomed man. He scoffed, reeling your head up and looked into your eyes with his glowing as he searched your brain and of course you were telling the truth. But then there's a flash of a thought - "I hope he doesn't hurt him." And Hongjoong dropped you, your head thudding against the floor because you were too dazed from the eye contact to hold it up on your own. "Like a fish it is."

The field was eerily quiet that night. Everyone in the compound gathered in the vast empty space. The man knelt before Hongjoong, before you by his side. He was confused and frightened, as he should be. "I never thought I'd have such a problem within my faithful followers. I'm disappointed in myself more than anything. I thought I made it clear that we are not equals. What do you think?" The man was steady as he answered, "we are not equals, My God. You are superior, all powerful." "Then why is it that you were lusting after my innocent angel?" And everyone jumped as he teleported, now kneeling behind the man and holding his head by his hair to make him look at you as he brandished a knife to his neck. "My mark on her is so strong, I know even you weakling mortals can feel it. So what gives you the audacity?" When the man went to deny it, Hongjoong dropped the bomb that he had on you a few weeks earlier onto the rest of his followers. "I can hear your thoughts. All of them. That's why you were here. You were so devoted. It's such a shame that you have been infected by lust — for my sweet girl no less."

"My God..." You whispered, braver than anyone else; even the insects stayed silent in the presence of Hongjoongs anger. "Ther-" The man was dying before you even finished a word, the God having done exactly like he promised — gut him like a fish. Those who didn't scream only watched in horror, but none of them were brave enough to run away. None of them wanted to even move, other than your father who ran to you and caught you as you collapsed with shock at the scene infront of you. "Sorry, my dear, Gods don't share." Hongjoong said evenly as he stood over the man's body. Gloved, bloodied, hands ripping you from your father's arms. They left prints on your waist as he pressed you against him, and then smeared the crimson on your cheeks as he gripped your face and made you look at him. "I don't share." He didn't look away from your shocked eyes as he addressed everyone else, "let this be a cautionary tale. Keep your thoughts about your Goddess pure or meet the same fate." He teleported you away before anyone, even yourself, could question the tile he gave you. And nobody even questioned if that man actually had any dirty thoughts about you; what reason does their God have to lie? But — the man now lifeless in the dirt had been innocent.

Stumbling from the disorienting feeling, he's the only thing holding you up. "Shhh," he grinned wide, slipping his gloves off quickly and placing his hands onto your neck delicately; further sending you into a fuzzy headed state of mind as his power flowed from his skin to yours. "Don't worry, I wasn't going to let him act on his thoughts. Only a God should touch an Angel like you. Don't you think?" He lead you by his soft grip on your throat, until your legs hit the bed and you fell back with him crawling over you in an instant. And even through all of your thoughts of terror throughout the night, he never once heard one that questioned his superiority or authority. You opened your mouth for him without hesitation when he pressed his lips to yours, let him lick all over your lips and tongue and tried to ignore the feeling of the blood drying on your cheeks like the good, faithful follower you are.

Because for your God, you'd do anything. And for you, his angel, he'd do more than anything to keep you by his side as he takes over the world.

Oh, did he not tell you that's his plan? Your little compound is just the beginning. He's going to make everyone kneel to him. And then he'll make them get up just to kneel again for you.

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You were stunned. You hadn’t expected this from him. Mingi in a bun?! Was he trying to kill you. You had joined Ateez for their North American tour for In your Fantasy. Wanting to support your boyfriend in person. You usually wait backstage in Mingi’s dressing room but you decided to actually watch from the crowd this time. It was definitely a different vibe. The New York crowd was lively but all you can focus on was that stupid sexy man bun. Every second the concert goes on, the more arousal appears. Mingi using every moment he can to tease you know that his new hair style has affected you. Especially during his solo. Oh you were so getting him after the show.

When the show was over, you wait a little bit for most of the crowd to leave before heading back backstage. You go straight to Mingi’s dressing room and he’s already there looking back at you smirking from the couch. He points to the spot between his open legs and you don’t hesitate to obey. You close the door and stand right where he pointed. “Did my pretty girl enjoy the show?” He asks as he pulls you to straddle his lap. “It was amazing as always” you reply back as you stroke the hair on the nape of his neck, a habit you developed when you started dating. “Oh really? Because it seemed like you were a little…distracted?” His hands glide up and down your hips. You try to ignore the heat growing. “W-what? No I wasn’t distracted” “Mhmm sure you weren’t” His hands travel down to your ass and gave a good squeeze. You try to hold back the moan that was caught in your throat. “Oh come on baby. I know you were just looking at me the whole time. I saw that look in your eyes. You want it don’t you?” He squeezes your ass again and pushes you up more on his lap. You can feel the growing bulge in his sweats. This time you let out your moan, not caring anymore. “There it is. You were so horny watching me on stage weren’t you?” You start to grind against him as you moan in response. He groans and pulls you into a heated kiss. He feels all over your body as you continue to grind. He pulls away from the kiss and removes your shirt. He kisses down your jaw to your neck, leaving little marks. He takes off your bra and stares lustfully at you slowly hardening nipples. He licks his lips and rubs one of them under his thumb. Not being able to resist, he does the same to the other. “I should get you one of those crop tops with the controller on it, play with your nipples like joysticks” he teased. You rolled your eyes. He continues to torture your nipples, knowing it gets you wet the fastest. He takes one into his mouth; licking, sucking, biting, teasing. You try to hold your moans back but it just feels too good. He then moves to the other and starts the whole process over. With all the stimulation you were getting you didn’t realize you started grinding against him, lost in the pleasure.

You were knocked out of your dazed state when he flips you over onto the couch. He leaves kisses and bites around your breasts then slowly moves down your body. His soft lips make little bursts of heat appear in your lower stomach. When he gets to the waistband of your jeans, he looks up at you, silently asking for consent, which you give him. He pulls down your jeans and panties in one go. He’s mesmerized by the amount of arousal waiting for his attention. He smirks as he bites his lip and glides his thumb over your folds. You whimper as he starts to play with your clit. “You’re so wet for me baby. Didn’t think I’d get you this horny” he chuckles. He kneels on the floor between your thighs, legs already propped up on his shoulders. He leaves kisses on your thighs as he slowly gets closer to where you need him most. When he finally stops teasing you, he gives a long slow lick from your twitching hole to your clit before taking it into his mouth. You grab at the man bun that’s been driving you crazy the whole night. One particularly perfect suck of your clit has you yanked said man bun. This causes Mingi to groan, the vibrations stimulating you more. He looks up at you and you can feel him smirk in your pussy. “Fuck Min~” you moan out as he slides two of his fingers into you. Your eyes roll back in pleasure. The grip you have on Mingi’s hair tightens but he’s not complaining. Instead he groans again causing more vibration to add to your pleasure. You can feel the heat in your stomach build more and more as he finger fucks you fast and hard. You were seeing stars at this point. Nothing but whimpers and babbles of Mingi’s name. “F-fuck Min, I’m gonna cum” you finally find the words as you approach your high. He pulls away and licks your arousal off his face while continuing to pump his fingers deep into you. “That’s it baby. Cum for me. Such a good girl.” But before you could release there was a knock at the door. “Min, let’s go. We have to go to send off” Hongjoong calls from the other side of the door. Mingi releases his fingers from you clenching hole. You whine as your release dies back down. Mingi smirks at you and kisses you briefly before sucking his fingers clean of your juices. He quickly adjusts himself to hide his boner. “Looks like we’ll have to finish this later. Wait for me at the hotel. And be a good girl and not touch yourself. That’s my job” With that, he left.

Some Man bun Mingi pics I took from the concert 🤭

Soup.

Warm, harmless. Comfort food. Not exactly the kind of thing you'd expect to end with your voice echoing through a studio mic, soaked in sweat and begging for release.

You’d only dropped by the studio because you knew he hadn’t eaten. The bag in your hand was still warm, the lid on the takeout container slightly fogged up. But the moment you stepped into the booth room and saw Mingi hunched over the mixing board—headphones askew, brows furrowed, lower lip between his teeth—you knew food was the last thing on his mind.

“Baby,” you said softly, setting the bag down. “Have you eaten anything since noon?”

“Mm… I had a vitamin water?” he said without looking up, then immediately perked up as you leaned over his shoulder. “Wait—did you bring—oh my god, I love you.”

You grinned. “I know. But do you love me more than this track?”

He spun in his chair, tossing the headphones onto the desk. “Hard question. It’s a sexy track. You wanna hear it?”

He hit play without waiting for an answer.

The beat rolled out of the speakers like smoke—slow, sensual, laced with deep synth and breathy background vocals. You raised a brow. “This is… different.”

“It’s called Velvet Ash,” he said, grinning. “It’s kind of dirty. Too dirty for the album, probably.”

“Mm. Sounds like foreplay.”

Mingi leaned back in the chair, letting his knees fall apart as he looked at you. “Exactly. But it’s missing something.”

You sipped your drink. “What, more moaning?”

His grin widened. “Exactly.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “You want me to moan into the mic, don’t you?”

“Honestly? After bringing me soup instead of sucking me off in the hallway, I think you owe me.”

You threw a straw wrapper at him, but he was already standing—motioning toward the sound booth with a flick of his hand.

“Come on,” he said. “Just for fun. I want to hear how you sound through the headset.”

You hesitated for about half a second. And then you walked into the booth.

Inside the booth, everything felt tighter. Darker. Your reflection glinted faintly in the glass. Behind it, Mingi leaned on the console, watching you with amusement and just a hint of heat.

You slipped the headphones on. The mic stood inches from your mouth, silver and cold, catching your breath even when you didn’t speak.

“Okay,” Mingi’s voice said through the headset, already lower. “Give me something.”

You smirked. “Like what?”

“Start with my name.”

You bit your lip and leaned in, the sound of your own voice strange and intimate in your ears. “Mingi.” A wave of heat pooled low in your belly, nerves tingling and something deeper blooming—an electric vulnerability that made you shiver.

 A beat passed.

 You heard him suck in a quiet breath.

“Again. Softer.”

“Mingi.”

“Fuck, baby…”

The track played softly in your ears now. He’d dropped in the instrumental beneath your voice, looping the synth under your breathy tone.

“Now… say it like you can feel my cock hitting that spot you can’t reach without me,” he murmured.

Your thighs pressed together.

“Mingi,” you said, a little needier this time, and the mic caught the edge of it—your breath, the almost-whimper tucked into the syllable.

“Shit. Stay just like that.”

You watched him move—leaving the mixing board behind, disappearing from the window. A second later, the booth door creaked open behind you.

Mingi stepped in and shut it, the red “recording” light blinking above him like a warning. Your mouth parted, but he didn’t say anything. Just walked up behind you, big hands settling on your waist.

“I can hear everything,” he murmured against your ear, adjusting the mic so it was just above your lips. “Even your heartbeat. Wanna know what turns me on more than anything?”

“What?”

He leaned in close, voice just for you now.

“The way you sound when you fall apart for me.”

One hand slipped between your thighs, cupping your heat through your leggings. His palm was wide, warm, pressing slow and deliberate against your pussy until you let out a shaky gasp–and it echoed instantly through the mic. pressing gently over your clothes. 

He grinned against your neck.

“There it is.”

In a fluid motion, he dragged your leggings down, kneeling behind you, kissing the back of your thigh as he eased them past your knees. Then his hands were on your ass, thumbs spreading you apart, his breath hot against your cunt as he leaned in and licked a slow stripe up your folds.

“Fuck–” you whimpered, legs twitching, your voice breaking into the mic.

Mingi groaned against you, tongue flicking your clit before he pulled back just slightly to look at you. “You’re soaked already–this pussy missed me, huh?”

You nodded, dazed, one hand braced on the mic stand as the other tangled into his hair.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Say how bad you missed my mouth.”

“I missed it, I missed your tongue–I missed everything.”

That was all he needed.

His mouth descended like he was starving, lips latching onto your clit while his tongue swirled fast and messy, not teasing anymore–devouring. He buried his face between your legs, nose brushing your ass as he sucked your cliy with obscene pressure, letting out a deep growl that vibrated through your entire core.

The mic picked up everything–the wet, filthy sounds of his mouth working your cunt, the ragged gasps falling from your lips, the whispered “fuck, fuck, Mingi–”

And then he slid two fingers into you.

They curled perfectly, hitting your sweet spot like he knew exactly where it was–because he did. His pace was ruthless–tongue dragging over your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of your dripping hole, spreading you wider and deeper.

“Listen to yourself.”

“That’s what you sound like when I ruin you.”

You moaned helplessly. It was all so loud–his fingers squelching inside you, the wet drag of his tongue, your own desperate, breathless cries.

“Mingi–don’t stop, don’t stop–” you panted, hips rocking shamelessly against his face.

He slapped your ass hard enough to make you yelp. “Say it into the mic, pretty girl.”

You choked on a sob. “Mingi–please, I’m so close, I’m gonna–”

“Fucking cum for me, I wanna hear how you break when I make you finish.”

That did it.

Your whole body tensed, thighs shaking as the orgasm ripped through you. You cried out–loud, raw, moaning his name into the mic while your pussy clenched around his fingers and your knees nearly buckled.

But he didn’t stop.

He groaned like he was on your taste, lips dragging over your swollen clit again and again, tongue flicking until your body jerked and twitched and kept cumming, wave after wave rolling over you until you were boneless.

Only then did he finally pull back, his mouth and chin glistening. He kissed the inside of your thigh one last time, then stood slowly, towering over you as you tried to catch your breath.

“Fuck. That sound? He muttered, licking your taste off his lips. “That’s better than anything I’ve written.”

You didn’t have time to answer.

Under the dim booth lights, his pink hair—messy and pushed back from the headphones—cast golden shadows across his sharp cheekbones. A loose white tank clung to his torso, the neckline slipping wide over one shoulder. His black sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips, revealing the deep cut of his V-line every time he moved towards you.

You had one hand gripping the mic stand.  “Baby…” Your voice cracked, helpless.

“This mic’s not gonna survive tonight.” 

You barely heard him over the blood rushing in your ears.

Your legs started to shake as the pressure built—every nerve lit up. 

“Jesus,” you panted, letting him wrap an arm around your waist to steady you. “You—fucking—“

“Better than soup?” he teased.

You slapped his arm. “Shut up.”

But he only grinned and kissed you hard, one hand cupping your jaw as your taste lingered on his tongue. His other hand slipped behind your thigh, gripping it and tugging you forward until your hips met the hard length straining against his sweats.

You gasped into his mouth. “Mingi—”

“I need to be inside you,” he growled, forehead pressing against yours. “Can I?”

You didn’t answer. Just nodded and grabbed the waistband of his pants, pulling them down with a needy moan as his cock sprang free—thick, flushed red at the tip, already leaking.

You braced your hands on the mixing desk inside the booth, arching your back as you looked at him over your shoulder.

“Fuck me here. Just like this.”

He didn’t hesitate. His hand gripped your hip, the other guiding his cock between your folds–and then he was sliding in, slow but unrelenting, filling you inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned, forehead pressed to your shoulder. “You’re so fucking tight–gripping me like you don’t wanna let go.”

He started to move–deep, hungry thrusts that made the desk creak and your voice rise. He pushed the mic closer to your mouth and whispered:

“Talk. I wanna hear every filthy fucking word.”

You moaned loud. “You feel so good–so deep, Mingi, fuck me harder, don’t stop baby.”

He slammed into you faster, rougher, his hips slapping against your ass as your tits bounced with every thrust. You could hear everything: his panting, your cries, the obscene wet sounds where your bodies met.

“I’m gonna cum inside you,” teeth sinking into your shoulder. “I’m gonna fill you up so deep it drips down your thighs.”

“Do it please, want you to–” you begged, tears threatening from the pressure building again. 

He reached down and rubbed your clit with two fingers, fast and messy. “Come for me again, baby. Let the mic hear how my cock makes you unravel.”

Your vision blurred. The pressure exploded in your gut, your walls clenching tight around him as you screamed his name into the mic. 

“Fuckkk–I’m cumming—” he gasped, and then he was spilling inside you, groaning like an animal, thrusting deep as his release flooded your cunt.

You both collapsed against the desk, sweaty, shaking, barely breathing.

And the entire time?

The track kept looping softly in the background–now layered with the most explicit, honest take he’d ever captured.

A few minutes later, you lay curled in Mingi’s lap on the studio couch, your bare legs tucked beneath his hoodie, your head resting against his chest. His hand stroked lazily up and down your thigh, slow enough to calm your still-trembling muscles. 

He had cleaned you up with one of his softest shirts, murmuring little apologies as he wiped between your thighs, even though his cock had twitched the whole time like he wanted to go another round.

Now, with your pulse finally settling, he fed you bites of lukewarm soup between kisses to your hairline.

“Think I blew your mic out,” you mumbled, voice hoarse, lips swollen. 

Mingi chuckled, low and pleased, rubbing his knuckles against your hip. “You blew me out.”

You snorted, eyes fluttering closed. “I’m serious. That mic probably short-circuited the second I screamed.”

He shifted slightly to grab his laptop from the desk and hit play. The track rolled through the studio monitors again–still smoky, still sensual–but now layered with something new; your breathy moans spliced into the background like vocals, tucked between beats like a secret only he could hear.

You looked up, shocked. “Wait, is that seriously me?”

He smiled, eyes dark. “You said not to use the whole thing. You didn’t say I couldn’t sample you.”

“Babe, are you insane?”

“Insanely inspired,” he said, all smug affection. “You sound better than any synth I’ve ever layered. Your voice moves.”

You groaned and buried your face in his chest even deeper. “You’re the worst.”

But his hand slid up under the hoodie you wore–his hoodie–just to rest against the curve of your bare back.

“I’m serious,” he whispered, brushing his lips over your temple. “I’m keeping this version. I don’t care if it never gets released.”

Silence hung for a second, soft and golden.

Then, Mingi leaned down and murmured against your ear, “Next time, I want you in my lap with the mic between us. I want to feel you fall apart while I stay deep inside.”

You blinked slowly, heat curling low in your belly again despite the haze of exhaustion.

“Jesus, Mingi.”

“What?” He smirked. “Art takes commitment.”

You exhaled a laugh and let him tuck the blanket tighter around you both.

Outside the booth, the city lights glowed faintly through the windows. Inside, the studio felt like its own universe–dim, pulsing, echoing with the memory of your moans looped under Mingi’s unfinished track.

And as the soft, dirty demo played in the background, Mingi kissed the top of your head and whispered, “Don’t worry. I saved all the stems. We can remix it together next time.”

The track looped soft and filthy in the background when the door creaked open.

You didn’t even look up at first, too dazed in Mingi’s lap, your bare thighs tangled under his hoodie. His hand still cupped your hip, possessive and warm.

“Uh.”

The voice hit you like a shockwave. Familiar. Sharp. Hongjoong.

Mingi didn’t flinch. He didn’t cover you. Just grinned lazily, his chin on your shoulder as he looked toward the door.

“Yo.”

You turned your head slowly. Hongjoong stood frozen in the doorway, headphones around his neck, eyes flicking between your flushed face, Mingi’s hand on your thigh, and the faint, breathy moans echoing from the studio monitors.

His voice was dry. “...Should I come back later?”

Mingi just chuckled. “Too late. We just finished recording.”

“Did you,” Hongjoong deadpanned.

Your cheeks burned. You tried to tug the hoodie lower over your thighs, but Mingi's hand stopped you. Kept you in place.

“Mingi,” you whispered, mortified. But he only squeezed your thigh.

“Don’t hide. You sounded gorgeous.” He flicked his gaze to Hongjoong, smug. “Wanna hear the demo?”

“I’m...already hearing it,” Hongjoong said, stepping fully into the room now. His voice was neutral, but his jaw was tight. His gaze dropped to the waveform still rolling on Mingi’s laptop—the audio looped with your moans layered soft in the mix.

Mingi hit play.

Hongjoong stood silent as the sound filled the room. The filthy edge of your breathing. The tremble in your voice when you said Mingi’s name. The wet sounds of Mingi’s mouth on you, caught raw by the mic.

Then Hongjoong spoke, voice low. “This your new production method? Guess I’m behind on trends.”

You buried your face in your hands. “Oh my god.”

Mingi laughed softly, his hand sliding up your bare thigh. “Jealous?”

That made you look up. Hongjoong’s expression shifted—not shocked now. Curious. Something darker simmering behind his eyes as they flicked to you.

“I didn’t say no.”

Silence pulsed. Mingi’s fingers flexed against your skin. You felt the shift in the air before anyone spoke.

Hongjoong set his headphones on the desk. “I’m not touching unless you want me to. But...” He stepped closer, voice dropping. “I want to watch you fall apart. This time, clean vocals.”

Your breath caught, heart pounding in your ears. A swirl of nerves, curiosity, and something thrilling flickered inside you. Could you really let him? Could you bear the weight of both their gazes? 

Mingi murmured against your ear. “Baby. Your call.”

Slowly, shakily, you nodded.

Mingi’s hand stroked your thigh once, warm and grounding. Then he shifted beneath you, setting you gently onto the couch before standing. You watched, dazed, as he adjusted the mic arm lower, turning to Hongjoong like this was just another collaborative track session.

But you could see the hunger in Mingi’s eyes. And Hongjoong?

His gaze was locked on you now. Heavy. Unblinking.

“C’mere,” Mingi murmured, guiding you over to the couch. He sat first, pulling you directly into his lap—facing out toward the room. His thighs spread beneath you, his arms wrapping tight around your waist. You felt his cock, hard and heavy against your lower back.

“Let him watch you,” Mingi whispered against your neck. “Let him hear you.”

The mic picked up your breath instantly. Hongjoong stood frozen, watching. Silent. Starving.

Mingi reached down between your spread thighs, cupping your cunt possessively. His fingers dipped between your folds, sliding through your slick, then slowly, deliberately, he spread you open wider using just his thumbs. Letting Hongjoong see everything.

“Fuck,” Hongjoong exhaled.

Mingi chuckled darkly. “Pretty, right?”

You whined, trembling in his hold. But he didn’t let you close your legs. Didn’t let you hide.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, dragging two fingers over your clit, slow and steady.

“Come here, Joong,” Mingi said softly. “Taste her while I hold her open for you.”

Hongjoong moved like he was in a trance. He dropped to his knees between Mingi’s spread legs, directly in front of you, his breath hot against your bare, soaked cunt.

“Don’t make her cum yet,” Mingi warned, voice sharp. 

Then Mingi held you wide open while Hongjoong leaned in and licked a slow, thick stripe over your clit. You sobbed instantly. The mic caught it raw.

Mingi’s grip on you tightened. His cock rutted up against your back as Hongjoong worked his mouth over you—wet, filthy. Every flick of his tongue sent tremors through your overstimulated body.

“Good, Joong. Just like that. Tease her. Make her fall apart in my arms,” Mingi rasped.

Hongjoong hummed against your clit. You could feel Mingi's cock twitch behind you. He let one hand slide up to squeeze your breast, pinching your nipple while his other hand held you splayed for Hongjoong’s tongue.

“Say his name, baby,” Mingi ordered.

“H-Hongjoong,” you gasped, back arching helplessly against Mingi’s chest.

“Again. Louder.”

“Hongjoong!”

Both men groaned.

Your whole body shook, overstimulated and pinned down—Mingi controlling every inch of you while Hongjoong’s tongue destroyed you from below.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take more, Mingi leaned down and whispered, “You’re gonna cum now. Right on his mouth. And I’m gonna feel every second of it.”

You screamed as your orgasm ripped through you, loud and broken, the mic capturing every desperate sound. Hongjoong didn’t stop—he lapped at your clit mercilessly, drinking down your release while Mingi held your convulsing body still, praising you through your cries.

When your body sagged limp, Mingi finally pulled Hongjoong back, voice rough. “That’s enough.”

Hongjoong wiped his mouth, panting, eyes blown wide as he looked at you. “Shit… you’re shaking.”

“I’ve got her,” Mingi said softly, sliding his arms around your waist. You could feel how hard he was, pressing up against your back, but his touch was gentle. “Baby. You okay?”

You nodded weakly, dazed. “Want… more.”

Mingi smiled, slow and dark. “Thought so.”

Hongjoong’s voice broke through, lower now. “You want me inside you?”

You met his gaze, shaky but sure. “Please.”

His throat bobbed. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

Mingi leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “She doesn’t want you to stop.”

Hongjoong let out a strained laugh. “No… I didn’t think so.”

Mingi eased you forward, guiding you carefully toward Hongjoong. “C’mon, baby. Let him feel you.”

Hongjoong sat back on the couch, legs spread, watching you with something between awe and hunger. His cock flushed dark and heavy, leaking precum.

“Ride him,” Mingi murmured. “I’ll help you.”

Your thighs trembled as you moved, letting Mingi lower you slowly until you were straddling Hongjoong, facing him. His hands instinctively caught your hips, steadying you.

“Fuck… you’re beautiful,” Hongjoong whispered. “Can I…?”

You nodded before he finished. His hands slid up, tracing your waist, your ribs, thumbs brushing your breasts like he couldn’t believe this was real.

“Tell me if I cross a line,” he murmured suddenly, not looking at Mingi now—just you

Behind you, Mingi’s voice was softer now. “Go slow. She’s sensitive.”

Hongjoong looked up at you as you sank down onto him inch by inch, his jaw slack, his breathing wrecked. “So fucking tight... you feel unreal.”

Your moan cracked as he filled you. Mingi’s arms came around from behind, one hand holding your waist, the other finding your clit instantly, circling in slow, merciless patterns.

“Fuck, Joong. Feel her?” Mingi rasped against your neck.

“Too well,” Hongjoong groaned, eyes fluttering shut as your walls squeezed him. “She’s choking me.”

“Good girl,” Mingi praised, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Take him. Just like that.”

Hongjoong’s eyes flicked up to yours again, blown and desperate. “Move for me, babe. Please.”

You rocked your hips forward instinctively, grinding down on him as Mingi’s fingers worked your clit, drawing a broken sob from your throat.

“Fuck… that’s it,” Hongjoong gasped. “Ride me. Just like that.”

“Let him use you, baby,” Mingi whispered, teeth grazing your skin. “Still mine.”

You whimpered, your body shaking between them, pleasure building sharp and fast. Hongjoong’s hips began meeting yours, rhythm desperate, sloppy. His hands slid up, cupping your breasts, thumbs flicking your nipples as his cock dragged in and out of you.

“You’re so good to me,” Hongjoong rasped, head falling back. “So fucking good.”

Mingi chuckled low behind you. “Don’t cum yet Joong.”

“Not planning on it,” Hongjoong snapped back, breathless.

Mingi’s fingers pressed harder against your clit. “She will first.”

Your body tightened, the orgasm building too fast to stop, especially with Mingi teasing your swollen clit and Hongjoong stretching you thick and deep beneath.

“Tell him you’re close,” Mingi demanded softly against your ear.

“H-Hongjoong… I—”

“Fuck, yeah. Let go. Cum for me,” Hongjoong begged, his voice raw now.

“Not just for him,” Mingi rasped. “For me.”

You shattered, your whole body locking up as your orgasm tore through you. Your cry ripped out of you, loud, broken, echoing off the studio walls. Both men moaned as you clenched down around Hongjoong, your body trembling violently.

Hongjoong’s hips stuttered. “I can’t—fuck, I’m gonna—”

Mingi tightened his grip around your waist, holding you still on Hongjoong’s cock.

“Fill her up,” Mingi ordered. “Now.”

Hongjoong’s broken gasp was the last thing you heard before he came, spilling deep inside you, his body shaking beneath you. He held you tight, voice caught in his throat as he emptied inside you.

Mingi didn’t move. He kept you pinned, kept Hongjoong buried inside you while you convulsed helplessly between them.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice cracked, eyes flicking between yours, still cautious even while wrecked.

 “No… I’m okay. Better than okay.”

“Good girl. You took him so well.” His lips were soft against your skin now, his voice pure praise. “I’ve got you.”

Hongjoong’s chest heaved under you. He looked up at you, ruined. “Fucking hell.”

“Breathe,” Mingi murmured with a smirk.

You sagged forward against Hongjoong’s chest, unable to hold yourself up. Mingi slowly, gently pulled you back against him, lifting you carefully off Hongjoong’s cock, both of you panting, wrecked, his cum leaking down your thighs.

Mingi wrapped his arms around you tightly from behind, pressing kisses into your damp hair, your temple, your shoulder—wherever he could reach.

“Shh, baby,” he murmured. “I’ve got you. You’re safe. You’re perfect.”

Your body was still trembling, the aftershocks rolling through you in waves. You couldn’t speak—not yet.

Across from you, Hongjoong sat sprawled against the couch, chest rising and falling hard, his face flushed and dazed. He watched you in silence, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes. Maybe guilt. Maybe hesitation.

Mingi noticed.

“She’s alright,” Mingi said quietly, glancing at him without letting go of you. “Don’t overthink.”

Hongjoong’s throat worked. “I wasn’t sure I should’ve…” He stopped himself, dragging a hand through his sweat-mussed hair. “I didn’t want to push.”

“You didn’t.” Mingi’s voice was simple. Honest.

You turned slightly, weak but lucid now. Your voice cracked. “Joong.”

He blinked.

“Don’t look so wrecked,” you whispered, lips twitching faintly. “I said yes.”

That made him let out a small, rough laugh—relieved. Tired. “Yeah. Yeah, you did.”

Mingi kissed your cheek softly. “And you’re still mine.”

You hummed, leaning against him fully, limp in his arms.

Hongjoong shifted awkwardly, glancing down at himself, then back up. “Want me to… go?”

Mingi looked at him for a long moment. Then shook his head.

“Sit with us.”

Hongjoong hesitated, but he obeyed, moving closer, settling beside you—not touching, but close enough you felt his warmth.

Mingi reached over without thinking, pulling a blanket from beside the couch and draping it gently around your bare skin, then around Hongjoong too.

“Just relax,” Mingi said, his voice dropping soft for both of you now. “She needs to come down.”

Hongjoong’s voice was quieter. “You too.”

Mingi let out a soft chuckle. “Maybe.”

For a few long minutes, no one spoke. The soft loop of your demo played faint in the background, a ghost of the sounds you’d made together. 

Mingi kissed your hair again, still holding you as if letting go wasn’t an option. Hongjoong watched you from the other side of the couch, quiet, his breathing finally slowing.

Eventually, Mingi spoke, voice low, possessive but warmer now. “We’ll talk later.”

You weren’t sure if that was meant for Hongjoong or you. Maybe both.

But for now, wrapped in Mingi’s arms, Hongjoong silent beside you, you felt… safe.

Ruined.

“Well while you guys figure that out, Ji and I are gonna go grab the snacks.” You laugh at the two banter. You and Jisung head to the kitchen pantry and look over the plethora of snack you both stock up on religiously.

“Grab those! Oh and those! And those” you point at the various chips and cookies and other snacks to share with everyone. “Anything else we should grab?” You take another look to double check.

“I don’t know about you but I can always grab this” he says as he grabs your ass as he pulls you into him, your back to his chest. You can feel his hard on twitch in his shorts. You turned your head to look at him.

“Jisung now is not the time. We have company.” Jisung starts to kiss your neck “It’s your fault for wearing these shorts, knowing what they do to me.” You roll your eyes and start to head back to the living room. But Jisung pulls you back to him. “Oh come on mamas. Just let me get a quickie. They can wait for the snacks” Jisung starts moving his hand under your shirt. You almost give in but you know the others were waiting on you both. "NOT now Ji. You can have me when they all leave" Jisung rolls his eyes and pouts "Fine"

When you and Jisung finally get back to the living room, the movies were settled and the guys were waiting for you with the snacks. “Took you long enough, lets get this started” you heard Seungmin say jokingly.

You get comfortable on the far end of the couch, sitting in Jisung’s lap. The warm blanket wrapped around you as the movie starts. The sounds of crunching and smacking of food being heard. The relaxing atmosphere making you happy.

Halfway through the movie you feel Jisung shift uncomfortably. You start to move away so he can get comfortable again but he pulls you back. “No don’t move you’re so warm” he says breathlessly. You then feel his arm wrap around your waist and grip your thigh, very close to your core. You snap your head up to look at him “Jisung” you say with an hint of warning. He whimpers quietly and moves to lay his head on your shoulder “please it hurts”

“Can’t you wait until after the movie?” He shakes his head and buries his face into you neck, starting to nip and bite. Shivers spread down your body and you give in.“Fine but I’m only gonna let you stick it in. And you better not fucking move.”

That was enough for him. He subtly releases himself from his shorts and pulls yours to the side. He was actually surprised at how wet you were already. “Were you hiding this from me?” He smirked and glided his fingers against your folds. You moan softly “it’s your fault, you were grinding against me in the kitchen” Jisung’s smirk gets bigger knowing he still affected you even when you weren’t showing it.

He slides in with no problem, biting your shoulder to stay quiet. You can already feel him twitching inside you. You try to move the tiniest bit to get more comfortable, but Jisung grabs your hips. “Please don’t m-move. I won’t be able to hold back.”

The little whimpers behind his words spark something in you. "Aww is the little baby desperate to cum?" You make sure the teasing is evident in your tone, knowing he loves being teased. He whimpers again and nods his head. You smirk at him and act like you're paying attention to the movie.

You can feel Jisung trying his best not to move as quiet whines and whimpers keep leaving him as you keep clenching around him. "If you're a good boy and stay still for the rest of movie night, I'll let you do the thing you like" Jisung moans at the thought of it and is now determined to win his reward.

The rest of the night consisted of 4 movies until Chan called it a night. Everyone says their goodbyes and promises for another night together. When the door finally closed, Jisung flings the blanket off, shoves you onto the couch and hovers over you. "I was a good boy so please give me my reward" Jisung half whines, half groans. You smirk at him and bite your lip. "Ok baby boy, go get your meal"

He smirks and reaches for your shorts. He rips them down your legs and spreads you out, admiring your dripping wet core. He moans before lowering himself to you. With your thighs in hand, he takes a long lick from your entrance to your clit. You grab his hair as you moan his name.

“Fuck Ji you’re doing so good baby. You might even make me cum.” Jisung, with determination in his eyes, starts licking and sucking your clit harder and faster. He will make you cum.

“Hey guys did I leave- oh my god…”

You and Jisung snap your eyes towards the voice. Minho stands there is complete shock at the sight before him. You try to pull Jisung away but the man did not move. He wasn’t stopping until you came. He continued to lick while making eye contact with Minho.

“Jisung st-stop fuck~”

Jisung just smirks into your pussy and sucks on your clit harder. Your eyes roll back as you feel the heat pooling in your lower stomach. “Ji…please st- oh FUCK!” You scream as you cum all over his face. Jisung laps up the sweet juices, proud of himself. He sits back up, face glistening with your cum.

You cover your face in embarrassment as Minho still stands there, absolutely stunned by what he just witnessed. He couldn’t help the growing problem in his pants at your whiny pleads for Jisung. Wonder what his name would sound like- no he shouldn’t be thinking that right now.

“I’ll just…uh… come back a different time and look for…yeah” he hurries to the door hoping neither you or Jisung saw his growing hard on. You both definitely did.

When he was gone, you turn back to Jisung. “You horny motherfucker! Why didn’t you stop?! He obviously looked uncomfortable walking in on his best friend eating out his other best friend” Jisung just smirked. “I don’t think he was uncomfortable. I think he enjoyed it. We should ask him to join us next time. I’m sure he’d agree.” You just face palm and shake your head. Maybe you could ask him but you wouldn’t want him to feel weird about the whole thing.

You were knocked out of your thoughts by Jisung lining himself up to your entrance.

“Now it’s my turn to cum”

Jisung and Chan were already in the studio, working on a song while they waited for Changbin. Jisung looks over and admires his working boyfriend. Dressed in a black tank top and grey sweatpants with his favorite black baseball cap, he looked so sexy. Jisung couldn’t focus, not with Chan’s dickprint staring back at him. His mouth watered at the thought of the weight on his tongue.

Chan noticed him staring and smirked slightly. He continued working acting like he’s unaware of what Jisung is thinking. He pulls back from the desk and stretches. Jisung uses that as his moment. He quickly moves from his chair and lands into Chan’s lap. “Well hello” Chan chuckled.

“Hi sir” Jisung replies and starts to leave kisses onto Chan’s neck. His hips start to grind against him. “Ji you know we have work to do, can’t you wait?” Jisung moves from Chan’s neck, “when you look like this? How could I focus on working?” Chan tries to hold back his groans but fails miserably. “Ok fine how about you just ride my thigh then we try and finish for the day” Jisung pouts but agrees. “Good boy, now just try and stay quiet we don’t need anyone walking in on us”

Chan helped Jisung out his sweats and placed him on his large muscular thigh. As he starts to speed his hips, he keeps looking towards the door whenever he heard something outside. “What? You scared someone will come in and see your horny ass getting off on my thigh?” Jisung moans and his hips stutter at the thought. “Oh so you like the idea of getting caught? Such a naughty boy”

Jisung started grinding faster trying to hold his moans. “Don’t hold back baby boy, let those pretty moans of yours go, just don’t be too loud” with that Jisung started moaning as he got closer. “I’m cl-ose sir” he admires Jisung “go ahead baby, my pretty baby boy” the praise sends him over the edge and he releases into his boxers. “Good job baby” Chan continues to praise as Jisung catches his breath.

Jisung pulls at the waistband of Chan’s sweats, whining “Please?” “Please what baby?” Jisung whines again from being so needy, “I want you sir” Chan groans slightly at his neediness. He knows they have work to do but he can’t help how cute Jisung looks right now. “Fuck it” he lifts Jisung up and lays him on the couch in the studio. He starts kissing down his neck and guides his hand up his shirt to his nipple.

“You know if you’re gonna do stuff like this in the studio, you should at least lock the door” both of the boys jump from their position and turn towards the voice.

Changbin mentally cursed himself for oversleeping. He rushed into the company building heading to the studio. “I hope Chan isn’t too upset with me for being late” he thinks to himself. As he got to the door of the studio he stops when he hears a strange muffled noise from the other side. He opens it slowly to the last thing he’d expect to see, Han riding Chan’s thigh. He was shocked and couldn’t do anything but watch. He was starting to get turned on by the sight. He leaned against the doorframe smirking as they continued, still unaware that they were being watched. He just takes in every moan, whimper and groan as he heard Jisung get close to his release, not being able to stop himself from palming himself. When Chan carries Jisung to the couch, he locks the door and decides to take the now vacant seat and continues watching. That is until he finally made himself known causing the boys to jump apart from each other.

“H-Hey Bin, uhh how long were you sitting there?” Chan asked nervously. “Long enough, but I don't think we should stop there, let’s carry on” Chan was surprised but then turns to Jisung who has his face covered in embarrassment.

Changbin looks at Jisung “why don’t you suck me off little one?” He uncovers his face and blushes at the nickname. He walks over shyly to the chair. He gets on his knees between Changbin’s legs. He looks back to Chan and he gives him a nod. He looks back up at Changbin with his big boba eyes.

Changbin pulls his sweats and boxers down and motions for Jisung to come closer. Starting off with licks on his tip, collecting the precum then begins to take him down his throat. Changbin groans at the warmth of his mouth. As he revels in the talent of Jisung’s sucking ability, he calls Chan over.

He grabs Chan’s jaw and brings him into a kiss. They make out as Jisung continues sucking. Changbin licks Chan’s bottom lip asking for entrance. Chan automatically submits to him letting his tongue enter. He couldn’t find any energy to try and match his dominance. As the kiss deepened, Chan starts letting out slight moans. Jisung glances up as he heard the moan and was surprised to see Chan submitting to Changbin. He never would have thought Chan would submit to anyone. “Fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good little one” Jisung moans at the praise. The vibration send him closer to his high.

Changbin pulls Chan back into a kiss and begins to palm him. Chan whimpers into the kiss, causing Changbin to groan. With the feeling of Jisung’s mouth and Chan’s whimpering, it sends Changbin over the edge, releasing into Jisung’s mouth. “Hold it”

Jisung holds the cum in his mouth. Changbin looks at Jisung and motions him to go to Chan. He understands and stands, connecting his lips with Chan. Once they connect, he pushes the cum into Chan’s mouth, moaning at the taste. They push the cum around with their tongues in each other’s mouths then pull away out of breath.

“Hey Ji. Our leader here still hasn’t cum yet. Why don’t you take care of him for me.” Jisung nods then brings Chan back over to the couch. He pushed him onto his back, pulling his pants and boxers down to let his member free. He instantly attaches to him. Chan groans at the contact tilting his head back. “Fuck baby, so good” Changbin gets behind Jisung and feels on his ass, “you don’t mind if I have a little fun?” “All yours” Chan groans as he feels the pleasure of Jisung’s mouth.

Changbin gives Jisung’s ass a squeeze then goes to the hem of his boxers. He pulls them down and licks his lips. He spits on his hand and lubes his member then spits onto Jisung’s entrance and lines himself up. He pushed in slowly, Jisung rolls his eyes back and moans around Chan. The vibration causes Chan to grip Jisung’s hair and groan. Changbin starts to thrust into him. With each thrust, Jisung went deeper onto Chan. He groans louder feeling himself hit the back of Jisung’s throat. It pulled him closer to his release. “You like being stuffed from both ends, don’t you little one?” Changbin asked as he continues to pound into Jisung. “Oh he fucking loves it, don’t you baby boy”

He just moans at all the pleasure from the nicknames. “Fuck, I’m so close baby” Jisung starts sucking harder, whimpering as he gets closer to his release. Then Chan came with whiny groan into Jisung’s mouth. This caused Jisung to cum. “Fuck little one you’re clenching me so tight“ Changbin says as he speeds up and sends himself over the edge.

After Chan came, Jisung falls onto Chan’s chest. He catches his breath as Changbin pulls out of Jisung. “Hope both of you aren’t tapping out now, we’re not done yet” Changbin smirks and gets from behind Jisung.

Jisung whines and gets onto Chan’s lap, grinding against him again. Chan groans and grabs his hips. “I think he wants you to fill him up too Channie. Why don’t you give him what he wants baby” Changbin says and he rakes his hand through Chan’s hair. Chan helps Jisung lower himself onto him with a breathy groan. “F-fuck sir” he whined, loving the feeling of being full. He starts grinding against him, Chan hitting his prostrate dead on. Jisung lets out a scream and Changbin pulls him into a kiss

“Quiet now little one, we don’t need anyone else walking in” he winked at him. Changbin grazes his thumb over Jisung’s bottom lip and Jisung whimpers, taking the thumb into his mouth and starts sucking on it.

Chan groans as Jisung continues to ride him. “Don’t worry Channie, I have something for you too” he moves next to Chan’s head “open up for me baby” Chan turns his head towards Changbin and opens his mouth. “Good boy” Changbin slides his member into Chan’s mouth, Chan moaning at the action.

“Both of you are doing so fucking good for me” he groans as Chan takes him deeper and Jisung continues sucking his thumb. “C-close” Jisung moans around Changin’s finger. “Fuck him harder baby” Chan whimpers and starts to speed up his thrusts and eyes rolling back as he chokes on Changbin. He whines louder as he also gets close to his high. “Cum for me both of you”

They both cum and Changbin pulls out of Chan’s mouth. “as much as I want to cum down your throat, I really want it inside you, hands and knees for me Channie” Jisung gets off Chan’s lap and sits on the opposite side of the couch watching as Chan gets on all fours and Changbin behind him. He spits onto Chan’s entrance and a little on his member. He lines himself up and rubs the small of his back “you ready baby?” Chan nods quickly “I need words baby” “yes yes please” Chan whines. Changbin groans at his neediness and slowly starts to push in. Chan’s eye roll back as Changbin kept pushing in.

When he was all the way in, he waits for him to adjust. “You c-can move” Changbin pulls out and thrusts back into him. Chan moans loudly and Changbin puts two of his fingers into his mouth to muffle his sounds. “Don’t forget we need to stay quiet Channie. Now be a good boy for me” Chan nods and whimpers. Changbin hums and continues thrusting into Chan.

The sight was so hot, Jisung got hard again and started playing with himself. Letting out soft moans and whimpers. Changbin noticed and smirks “Does Channie submitting to me turn you on little one?” He whimpers “y-yes it’s s-so ho-ot fuck~” “Fuck right there” Chan moans not too loudly. Changbin growls and thrusts faster into his prostate. Chan whimpers and moans causing Jisung to get closer to his release. “I’m so close p-please go faster” Jisung also whimpers “‘m clo-ose too fuck” Changbin pounds faster into Chan “Fuck, you both can cum, you feel so good baby”

They both release, moans and whimpers feeling the room. Changbin continues to thrust into Chan getting closer to his high“I’m almost there baby, fuck yes keep clenching like that” After a couple more thrusts, Changbin releases into Chan with a mixture of a groan and a growl.

They catch their breath and Changbin pulls out of Chan “Are you both ok for one more round?” Jisung hums and nods sleepily and Chan nods as well. “How do you feel about taking both of us little one?” “Fuck yes please” Changbin hums and pulls him into his lap.

Using the cum left in Jisung, he pushes himself inside. “Calm down little one, you need to relax or else channie wont be able to get in.” Jisung tries to calm himself down but he’s so overstimlated he can’t. Until Chan soothes him by lightly stroking the back of his neck and whispering small reassurances.

“Breathe baby breath”

Jisung is calmer now and ready for what’s next.

Changbin motions Chan to come closer. When he’s close enough, he spits into his hand and spreads it along Chan’s member. He groans at the feeling, still being a little overstimulated himself. Once he’s lubed enough Changbin tells Chan to line up with Jisung’s already stuffed hole. He slowly pushes in and Jisung’s moans escalates into a scream as each inch goes in. Chan reaches around and puts his hand over Jisung’s mouth.

“Fuck baby boy you feel so good. I’d hate to stop if you can’t be quiet” Jisung whimpers and tries his hardest to keep his moans quiet. I mean how could he when he has 2 huge cocks inside him.

Once Chan was completely inside, they both start creating a steady pace. Moans and groans were heard throughout the studio.

“I’m so close, I don’t know if I can last any longer” Chan groaned. Feeling Changbin’s cock grazing against his own while stuffed deep inside his boyfriend’s tight clenching hole, it’s just too much. “Mm, ‘m close T-too fuck~ feels so good”

Changbin takes Jisung in his hand as he thrusts at an inhumane pace. “Cum! Both of you now!” He growls as he tips over the edge himself. The warmth fills Jisung’s hole as he starts to come back down from his high, only soft whimpers heard.

Once they all settled their breathing, Chan pulls out of Jisung first, slowly. He winces a little bit and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the other 2 men. “It’s ok baby. You did so good for us.” Jisung blushes and hides in the side of Changbin’s neck. Changbin rubs the small of his back as he slowly pulls out as well. They stay like that as Chan dresses himself and heads to the nearest bathroom to get some towels.

He returns to see Jisung sleeping on Changbin’s chest. He stands in awe at how cute it was and returns to the task at hand. He wipes down Jisung as best he can without waking him and then himself. Changbin deciding to clean off over he’s able to move again.

Changbin deciding just sits on the floor next to the couch, admiring the two. Just smiling at the events that had just happened. Until he was knocked out of his thoughts.

“You two should invest in some lube, so it’ll be easier next time” “Well it’s not like we always fuck in here… wait what do you mean next time?” Chan asked.

Hongjoong awakens from his slumber feeling an added amount of weight behind him. He freezes unsure of what the presence is, having always slept alone. He then takes in the room and the scent that encompasses it. This wasn’t his room. It was Mingi’s. And he was naked.

He then remembers all the events that happened just last night. Blushing at the memory, he slowly sits up and looks at a knocked out Mingi. Taking in his peaceful state, he smiles softly. He gets out the bed gently, puts on the first shirt he finds and his boxers, trying his hardest to not wake up the sleeping giant.

He tiptoes his way into the kitchen and starts on breakfast. He knows they both have a lot to unpack about what happened last night so might as well start with a nice breakfast to hopefully lighten the mood.

Mingi slowly wakes up and stretches. He noticed the spread of clothing scattering his room. He was confused at what could’ve happened, still waking up. He doesn’t think too much about it and makes his way to the kitchen. As soon as he walks through the door of his room he’s hit with the smell of something burning. He rushes to the kitchen to Hongjoong panicking with a burning pan in hand.

Mingi runs over to him and throws the pan in the sink and runs cold water on it. “What are you doing nerd? Trying to burn the whole apartment down?” Mingi chuckles. A blush of pink rises on Hongjoong’s cheeks, “I was just trying to make breakfast for us but I guess that didn’t end up working out.” Mingi shakes his head at him and then takes in his appearance. He was wearing his shirt… why was he wearing his shirt? Then he finally remembers last night.

He tries his hardest to not get hard as he looks Hongjoong up and down. His shirt hits the middle of his thighs, his smooth legs that were just around his waist that night on full display. “Hello? Earth to Song Mingi. Are you listening?” Mingi was knocked out of his thoughts and the words in his head spilled before he could even realize.

“Did we fuck last night?”

Hongjoong tenses at the question and starts to blush again. “Yes we did” “Fuck, I thought it was a dream. A very realistic dream.” Mingi runs his hands down his face, starting to pace the kitchen. “I didn't say anything embarrassing, did I?” Hongjoong chuckles still nervous about how this conversation would go but feeling a little amused at Mingi’s current state. “Not really but you did admit that you’ve wanted to fuck me for a while.” Mingi blushes slightly and tries to hide his face. A long silence spreads through the kitchen.

 Hongjoong starts to get nervous again that Mingi would say he regrets it but was surprised when he finally speaks. “You look good in my shirt” Hongjoong’s blush spreads to his ears and takes a hold on the hem of the shirt. “I didn’t realize it was yours, I just grabbed the first shirt I saw.” Mingi then walks up to him and traps him against the counter. He tilts Hongjoong’s chin up with index finger and thumb. He leans down and kisses him gently at first. It starts to get heated as Mingi moves his hands to Hongjoong’s waist.

Hongjoong quickly pulls away. Mingi looked at him confused. “We should probably have that conversion first before we go another round” He chuckles as Mingi pouts. “But-” “ No buts. It's best that we do this now before there’s any confusion about anything.” Mingi rolls his eyes and moves away for Hongjoong.

“What were you trying to make anyway?” He asks, noticing the spread of dishes and ingredients on the kitchen island. “I was trying to make pancakes but they started burning in the pan when I put them in.” “Did you put cooking spray in the pan before you put the batter in?” Hongjoong looked at him and raised his eyebrow. “You have to do that?” Mingi face palms and chuckles at him. “Yes nerd, it's so it doesn’t stick to the pan and burn. For someone so smart, that was pretty stupid.” Hongjoong blushes at his mistake and hides his face in his hands.

“Ok how about this? I’ll order us some breakfast and we can eat and have that talk or whatever. Sound good?” Mingi asks, trying to make Hongjoong feel better. Hongjoong nods his head, still covering his face. “I need words nerd” Hongjoong moves his hands from his face but turns his face away from Mingi to hide his blush “yes that’s fine” “good boy” 

Mingi pulls out his phone, quickly placing an order at a nearby breakfast spot. As they wait for it to arrive, and awkward silence stretches through the apartment. Hongjoong unlocks his phone, hoping his social media will distract him from the conversation he and Mingi so desperately need to have. He sighs heavily, ready to speak up. By some divine intervention, the doorbell rings before he can. 

Mingi gets up and heads to the door to retrieve their breakfast. “Here, nerd. I got your favorite," Mingi says with a hint of affection in his voice. He hands Hongjoong a neatly wrapped breakfast sandwich along with a hash brown and juice. He sits down across from him, unwrapping his own. “So…” Mingi starts. 

"Mingi. Do you know why seeing you with Hwa the other day pissed me off so much?" 

Mingi shakes his head, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. “No idea, honestly. I thought you were used to my bullshit." 

“I mean, I was. I am. But there's history between Seonghwa and I. See, I used to be a lot like you. I was a huge fuckboy. Seonghwa was shy. Sweet. But I had to have him. So I made it my mission to do so. But as I said, I was too busy fucking anything that would let me." Hongjoong's voice holds a tone of regret. 

“Once I finally got my hands on Seonghwa, he became possessive. Crazy. I had this image to maintain and I couldn't let him ruin that. I tried breaking things off, but he didn't really take it so well. But he eventually understood that I was the way I was and I wasn't planning on changing that. I couldn't give him what he was so desperately seeking. So we came to an understanding and left it at that.” Hongjoong retells the story for Mingi, his heart sinking as he reminisces. 

“I continued trying to chase after every piece of ass that I could, but it was never the same as what Seonghwa gave me. I broke Seonghwa. As I was busy getting my dick wet, all I could see was how hurt Seonghwa’s face was when I broke things off. I vowed then to stop my fuckboy ways, and began to despise what they were. I broke him so bad that he apparently became the fuckboy. Must have been what he meant when he said he's just like you.” 

Mingi looks at him with a shocked expression. “Joong, I… I had no idea. I would have never.”

"Of course you didn't. I didn't tell you, and Seonghwa clearly didn't feel it was important. But he and I hung out as friends after the fact. And he knows certain things. Which is why he called me out in the kitchen the other day. He knew that I was catching feelings for you. Which I'm guessing is why he decided to fuck you. To give me a taste of my own medicine. Which I deserved.” 

Hongjoong takes a couple of bites of his sandwich, letting Mingi process the conversation. 

"Fuck, Joong-ah. Well, I won't bring Seonghwa around anymore. Plus I don't think he wants to see me again anyways. Yesterday, when you caught us. He told me if I chose you to delete his number and that he was blocking me, so…” 

Hongjoong seems surprised at the fact that Mingi had told Seonghwa to leave. For him. But a guilty thought nags at him about how once again, Seonghwa wasn't someone's first choice. How the fuckboy ways won over once again. And he now has the understanding as to why Seonghwa chose that for himself. 

“Min. What are we?”

Mingi hesitates, unsure how to proceed with his answer. "I… I don't know. I don't really do relationships, as you can clearly see.” He rubs his neck nervously.

“How much did you enjoy last night?" Hongjoong asks genuinely.

“So fucking much, Joong. So much…” Mingi locks eyes with him, showing his sincerity. 

“And you want that to continue?" 

Mingi nods.

“Then this is what I want from you. No more fucking around. If you want me, it's only me, Mingi. I don't want to catch something because you stick your cock in any hole that allows you to." 

Mingi opens and closes his mouth, trying to form a proper thought. “Ok” was all he could say. Hongjoong raises an eyebrow at his hesitation. “I need you to promise me” “I promise”

Hongjoong holds on to the fact that Mingi promised him, praying his words rang true. 

The silence stretched on for a beat before Mingi chuckles. 

“What's so funny?" Hongjoong questions.

“You? A fuckboy? I thought you've always just been a weird nerd. A hot one, but a nerd nonetheless. You should show me what made Seonghwa so crazy over you." Mingi says it as a joke, but the moment Hongjoong stands, he swallows loudly. 

Hongjoong walks around the small table, and an air of dominance about him as he struts over to Mingi. He grips his hair, pulling his head back so their eyes meet. “You should be careful what you wish for, Mingi-ya." Mingi whimpers at the burn of his scalp at the heavy handed grasp Hongjoong has. 

“I want it, Hongjoong-ah. Show me." Hongjoong smirks at the pout in Mingi's voice that he's trying to hide, and failing miserably at.

Hongjoong takes his knee, putting the slightest bit of pressure on Mingi's cock. He can feel Mingi’s cock begin to fill out and twitch underneath him. Hongjoong tilts his head in a mocking manner. “Oh, my big, bad giant likes this, does he? Pain slut." A growing smirk forms on Hongjoong's face as he thinks of all the ways he can ruin him. 

“Bedroom. Now." Hongjoong's voice is nothing more than a snarl full of dominance. 

“W-whose?" Mingi asks, clarifying before standing up from his chair. 

“Mine." Hongjoong says with finality. 

Mingi is quick to follow Hongjoong’s orders. As he does, Hongjoong isn't far behind, admiring Mingi's big, round ass. He lets his intrusive thoughts take over and he smacks Mingi’s ass, hard. Mingi bites his lip, trying to not moan at how good it felt.

When they make it to Hongjoong’s room, he pushes Mingi into the door as soon as it closed. Hongjoong starts to kiss down Mingi’s chest leaving more marks. Mingi’s deep groan turns into whimpers, enjoying Hongjoong’s mouth on his skin.

“Please” Mingi says breathlessly, not really sure what he’s asking for. “Please what princess?” Mingi’s eyes widened and a whine leaves him. “H-how did you know I liked tha-“ 

Mingi was cut off by a moan as Hongjoong strokes him through his sweatpants. “You just seem like the type to be called princess. You act all big and strong, but in reality, wants to be pampered and spoiled.” Mingi whines at his very correct assumption.

Hongjoong smirks at how shy Mingi got and decides to keep going. “On your knees princess” Mingi doesn’t hesitate to do so. Hongjoong looks down at him and strokes his hair. “Good, now open your mouth”

Mingi looks up into his dark lust filled eyes with his own pleading boba ones as he opens his mouth, tongue lolling out. Hongjoong pull his boxers down and pulls up Mingi’s shirt to expose himself. “Now be a good boy and let me fuck your throat”

Mingi is just now realizing how big Hongjoong actually is. He realizes the only place that Hongjoong is small is his waist and his height. He takes a moment to really take in the sight in front of him. Long and thick, just the perfect size to stuff his mouth full. He imagines how well the curve of his cock would hit his prostate just right. His mouth waters at the plump veins throbbing along Hongjoong's length.

“What’s wrong princess? You didn’t seem so hesitant last night when you were sucking me off so what’s so different now?” Mingi gulped and looked up at Hongjoong. “It looks bigger than it did then” Hongjoong smirks at his response. “Oh really? We’ll get used to it. Now suck my fucking dick slut.”

Mingi groans at the degrading name and slowly takes the tip into his mouth. Licking up the precum that leaves the slit. Taking him inch by inch until he’s flush against Hongjoong’s pelvis. He gags a little, his throat tightening around Hongjoong’s tip. He groans at the sensation. “That’s a good boy. Now relax while I use your throat. If it becomes too much, tap my thigh 3 times. Ok princess?” Mingi moans and nods the best he can.

Hongjoong grips the back of Mingi’s head and begins to thrust. He makes sure that Mingi feels every inch of him down his throat. A particularly harsh thrust leaves Mingi gurgling around him, saliva and precum pouring from the sides of his mouth. 

“So fucking messy, Princess," he coos as he wipes a bit of the thick mixture with his thumb, and then smearing it across Mingi's cheek. “Show me who this throat belongs to, baby." 

Mingi sucks with renewed fervor, hollowing his cheeks and making it as sloppy as he can manage, creating a puddle at Hongjoong's feet. Hongjoong's breaths begin to come in short bursts as his release inches closer. “Gonna fill that belly nice and full of my cum. You'd like that, wouldn't you, slut?" 

Mingi whimpers at Hongjoong's words and that tips Hongjoong over the edge. He holds Mingi's head flush against him as he shoots what seems like a never ending amount of cum down Mingi's throat. So much so, that between Hongjoong's force against the back of his head and the heavy load, Mingi fails to swallow it all. A mixture of cum and snot bubbles out of his nose as he gags hard, Hongjoong's cock completely blocking his airway.

Only when Hongjoong has completely emptied himself does he begin to pull out. Mingi goes into a coughing fit, trying to catch his breath, his face messy with cum, snot, and tears. Hongjoong looks down at him with a condescending smirk. He takes Mingi's shirt, wiping his face. “And here I thought you were a good little whore who could take a little bit of cum. Imagine my disappointment.” Hongjoong tucks himself back in his pants.

"Strip.” Mingi stands quickly, immediately obeying. Once he's fully bare in front of Hongjoong, Hongjoong looks him up and down, almost scrutinizing. Mingi feels small under his intense gaze. Hongjoong's eyes fall to Mingi's cock, already soaked with precum.

Hongjoong lets out a little scoff. “You're already leaking, Princess. All that from a little dick sucking? I haven't even touched you yet, baby, and you're already so wrecked.” Mingi whimpers desperately. 

“On the bed. Now." Hongjoong's voice is a commanding snarl and leaves no room for argument. Mingi trips over his own feet, scrambling to the bed. 

“Now, you're gonna lay here and take what I give you like a good boy, understand?" Mingi nods feverishly in response. "Arms above your head. You're not allowed to touch.” 

As Mingi follows his command without question, Hongjoong straddles him, still fully clothed. He sucks a blazing hot trail of marks down Mingi's body. “Let Seonghwa see these, hmm?" 

He bites and sucks bruising marks into Mingi's hip bones, Mingi's cock twitching in interest. Mingi's usually deep, gravely voice comes out in a high pitched whine. “J-Joongie!" 

Hongjoong smirks against his skin, enjoying the reaction he's getting from the younger. "Dripping so prettily for me, Princess. Let me have a little taste.”

Hongjoong suckles on Mingi's tip, and his hips buck up involuntarily. “Fuck, s-sorry!" 

Hongjoong pushes his hips down, stilling him and popping off of him. “I thought I told you to take what I give you, Princess. You're not very good at following instructions." 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'll be good, Joongie, I promise! Just… please don't stop,” looking down at Hongjoong with pleading eyes. 

“Sit up," Hongjoong commands.

As Mingi does so, Hongjoong brings two fingers to his lips. “Get ‘em nice and wet for me. Suck them better than you sucked my cock.” As Mingi drools all over his fingers, he wraps his lips back around Mingi's dick. Mingi's fucked out moans are muffled by his digits. When he deems his fingers slick enough, he pulls them from Mingi's mouth, teasing Mingi's rim. 

Mingi's breath hitches in anticipation. Hongjoong wetly pops off of him again. “Tell me when you're about to cum, Princess.” Mingi nods dumbly down at Hongjoong. 

Giving Mingi no time to prepare, he engulfs his dripping cock back into his warm mouth, simultaneously shoving his fingers inside Mingi's unprepped hole. Mingi's back arches as he cries out Hongjoong's name. He struggles to keep his hips still, the coil in his gut winding tight at lightening speed. Hongjoong's fingers are relentless, pumping in and out of Mingi's ass, hitting his prostate with each thrust. His throat swallowing Mingi down expertly, and he pants, his chest heaving with exertion. 

Mingi looks at Hongjoong with teary boba eyes. "F-fuck, Joongie. S’close." His words are slurred as he tries to manage an intelligent string of words. Hongjoong swirls his tongue around Mingi's tip before spitting his cock out. 

“When was the last time you were taken care of like this, Princess?” Mingi whines as Hongjoong's fingers keep fucking into him. 

“Too long. I don’t even r-remember when. I ne-need it so bad Joongie. Please!” 

Hongjoong laughs darkly at his pleas as he withdraws his fingers, leaving Mingi empty, cock throbbing. “W-why did you stop?!" Mingi cries, big, fat tears rolling down his cheeks at the denied release.

Hongjoong reaches over into the drawer of his nightstand, pulling something out with an evil smirk. He spins the vibrating cock ring around his finger confidently, and Mingi's eyes grow wide. Mingi goes to grab Hongjoong's hands as they reach for his cock. 

“I thought I told you not to fucking touch?" Mingi's hands retreat immediately, remembering his instructions. He slips it around Mingi's thick girth, sliding it down to his base and clicking on the tiny bullet. Mingi's body shakes with desperate sobs, and Hongjoong strokes him a few times, thumbing at his tip for good measure. 

“Now, I'm going to go grab some food for us. I'm sure you've worked up a bit of an appetite. That stays on. If you touch yourself, or you cum, I'll know. So don't try me, hmm?” he chides, gripping Mingi's chin harshly, forcing him to look at him. "So pretty when you cry for me, Princess.” He releases Mingi's face and walks off, leaving Mingi a sniveling mess in the middle of his bed.

As he makes his way across campus to grab food from Mingi's favorite spot, he runs into none other than Seonghwa. They meet eyes for a brief moment, and  Hongjoong just smirks to himself, knowing what he has waiting for him back at his dorm. Hongjoong takes the bags of takeout from the employee, politely thanking them and heading out, not giving Seonghwa another glance. 

As Hongjoong approaches his room, he can hear the sniffles and heavy panting coming from the younger inside. He opens the door and smiles in self satisfaction at the absolute mess of a man on his bed. 

Mingi's brows furrow as more tears stream down his cheeks. “Hongjoong! Fuck! Please! Oh, god. I-I can't take anymore. Make it stop, please!" 

Hongjoong sets down the bags of takeout, chuckling, making his way to Mingi's wrecked form. He slides the ring off, deep throating him immediately after. Mingi cums instantly, Hongjoong swallowing it all greedily. He lifts himself to hover over Mingi. He undoes his pants and pulls down his boxers, just enough to free his raging erection. He opens his mouth, showing it's empty. He lets his tip catch on Mingi's entrance. 

“That's how you swallow cum, baby." He grinds harder against Mingi, pulling more delicious sounds from him. He abruptly stops, tucking himself back in and refastening his pants. “And maybe if you can prove to me you can keep your dick in your pants, I’ll fuck your slutty little hole. You'd like that, hmm, Princess?” 

He grabs his bag of food and walks out of the room, leaving Mingi reeling and confused. Once he rights himself, he grabs the food Hongjoong left for him. He walks out of Hongjoong's room to see him scarfing down his food on the couch. He sneaks off to his room, too embarrassed to face Hongjoong after everything that just transpired. 

Hongjoong's eyes follow him with a shit eating grin, knowing he's well on his way to taming a fuckboy.

You had walked into your husbands' company excited to surprise them. You decide to be comfortable and wear San’s hoodie and the sweatpants Wooyoung loves much. You walk up to the front desk wondering why the normal receptionist wasn't there. Then you remember that she had recently had a baby and was on maternity leave. You walk to the desk and noticed the new receptionist side eye you. You ignore it and continue what you were doing.

"Hi I'm Y/n and I'm here to see San and Wooyoung" the receptionist scoffs and replies "do you have an appointment?" "no I don't, I usu-"

"Then I'm sorry, you can't go up. MR. Choi and MR. Jung only take appointments. You see they are very busy men" You were caught off guard by her response and tried to explain. "I know they only take appointments but they know me and Nayoung knows and just lets me up."

"Yeah sure. I totally believe that they know you. There's no way such successful men like them would know someone like you" "what do you mean someone like me?" The receptionist laughs "oh honey have you looked at yourself? You’re in a business dressed like that? No one would ever take you seriously"

You started getting annoyed with her attitude and responded "you aren't understanding, I'm with them." There was a slight pause. Then she starts laughing harder. "YOU?! With them?! That's fucking hilarious. Like they would ever be with a bum like you. They would want someone more sophisticated, like me" you were beyond pissed now. Not only did she just insult you, she said she'd be a better fit for them. You walk away from the desk and pull out your phone. You open your group chat with the guys and send a message:

You: can one of you come down to get me from the lobby? The receptionist won't let me up😒 Woo🖤🐈‍⬛: oh you’re here?🤩 Woo🖤🐈‍⬛: wait why not?🤨 You: yeah I was trying to surprise you You: because "I don't have an appointment" and some other shit I'll talk about when we get back up to your office San⛰️💜: I'll come get you princess You: thank you Sannie 😘 San⛰️💜: of course ❤️

You walk back to the desk and smirk at the receptionist. She gave a stank face and asked "what are you smiling about?" "about how fucked you are" Her face changed to one of confusion "what are you taking ab-" Before she could finish her question, the elevator dinged and San walked out. He was dressed in his signature black suit, looking as sexy as ever.

"So what's going on here? Why won't you let her up?" the receptionist heard the slight aggressiveness in his voice and tries to answer innocently "because she doesn't have an appointment sir, I was told not to let anyone up if they don't have an appointment." she tried to give some sort of puppy dog face to get him to not be mad at her. "She doesn't need an appointment and I would like you to make note of that from now on. Am I clear?" San declares completely ignoring her pouty face. The receptionist was completely shock and you smile at the look. "But sir- " "AM I clear?" he asks more sternly. She nods and glares back at you. You go over to San and grab his hand and he interlocks your fingers together. You turn around to see the look on her face and it was exactly what you expected. Complete disbelief. You chuckle and turn back towards the elevator. Of course you reach up to kiss San on the cheek before going in to really piss her off.

When you got to their office on the top floor of the building, you go over to Wooyoung and give him a kiss on the cheek. "So what happened?"

You take your seat on Wooyoung’s lap and start explaining. "so basically she said I can't go up cause I don't have an appointment AND that I didn't belong because of how I was dressed. I tried to explain that I'm with you two and she just laughed at me saying that successful men like you wouldn't be with ‘someone like me’”

San was pissed at what he was hearing and goes to his phone on his desk. "Sannie what are you doing?" you asked. He didn't answer and dialed a number. “hey Yuri? Can you pull out the list of hires for the temporary receptionist position… No you can hold them I'll come pick it up... Thank you" he hangs up the phone. "That bitch is gone" "that was kinda hot " Woo say chuckling, while playfully biting his lip. "San did you just?” he nods "no one talks to our wife that way and gets away with it"

You go over to him and gives him a kiss. You pull away and smile lovingly at him. "Thank you Sannie. I love you." He smiles and kisses her forehead "I love you too Princess” Their moment was interrupted by a throat clearing. "And I love you Woo" He smiles and replies "I love you too baby" you go back over to him and take your spot on his lap and kiss him as well so he's not left out.

You make yourself comfortable while the men work. You just casually play on your phone with Wooyoung occasionally kissing your cheek and forehead. Then the words popped into your head that the receptionist said to you.

"They would want someone more sophisticated, like me"

You then got a major wave of possessiveness and cuddle closer to Wooyoung. You bury your face into his neck and start giving light kisses. Wooyoung noticed your change in behavior but didn't say anything and let it happen.

The subtle kisses started to turn to kisses, bites and licks. Wooyoung started to let out quiet groans but tried his best to ignore and keep working. Until you full on bite his neck; knowing he's weak to bites. "Fuck" Wooyoung groans "baby I'm trying to work, can't you wait just a little longer? It's almost lunch." You get off his lap and move to straddle his thighs. You look at him with big doe eyes and a pout "please sir? I want you"

Wooyoung groans at your little begs and really tries to refuse but you just look so cute he can't say no. "Fine baby. But only for a little bit I really need to finish this report" Wooyoung moves his chair away from his desk and squeezes your ass. "Did you wear these just for me?" you nod. He smirks and continues to squeeze them. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. The kiss quickly deepens and you both let out soft groans into each others mouth.

Wooyoung pulls away from your lips and starts kissing down your jaw and to your neck. You let out soft whines as he leaves a trail of kisses. He removes a hand from your ass and slides it up underneath the hoodie and squeezes your breast and plays with your nipple. He hums as you moan softly at the action and switches to the other. Then he slides his hand down into your sweatpants and make direct contact with your dripping wet core. "No bra or panties? So bold of you. You naughty little slut” you moan a little louder at his words as he starts moving his fingers against your slippery folds. "Please Woo I want your fingers. Please?” "what's my name baby?" he asked as he starts to rub your bundle of nerves. "Fuck please sir" he smirks and takes one of his fingers and slowly pushes it into your heat. You slowly start grinding against the finger and let out little whimpers. Wooyoung watches you fuck yourself against his finger with darkening lust filled eyes, slowly adding a second finger. You moan a little too loud and Wooyoung grabs your throat pulling you to his lips in a sloppy kiss "you have to stay quiet baby or do you want the whole floor to hear how much of a slut you are for me?" “Fuck I'm sorry sir. it just feels so good" he bites his lip as you move your hips faster.

San is fully aware of what's going on. But he has such good self control, he keeps working, even though he's twitching constantly due to all the sounds happening right next to him. He tries to subtly adjust his pants but it doesn't go unnoticed by Wooyoung. "Do you want to join Sannie? That looks a little painful" "you know I can't… as much as I really want to." Wooyoung starts thrusting his fingers faster them pulls them out of you causing you to whine from the emptiness.

"Oh come on Sannie, just look how much she's dripping for us” he knows he shouldn't look because he'd give in but he does anyway. He instantly groans at Wooyoung's glistening fingers, all self control gone. He goes over to Wooyoung’s chair and pulls the fingers into his mouth, sucking off your arousal. You whine at the action in front of you.

“Fuck, you know I can never pass up a chance to taste our princess” His eyes are filled with lust as he grabs you by your throat and pulls you into a desperate kiss. Wooyoung continues to squeeze your ass and play with your nipples causing you to moan against San’s mouth. You both pull away to catch your breath. “Please daddy, sir please?” “Please what princess?” San asks stroking your cheek gently with his thumb. You whine “I want you both” Both of the guys smirk at your response. San pulls you off Wooyoung’s lap and turn you so your back is to his chest. He moves your legs to hang over Woo’s and gets onto his knees. He starts pulling your sweatpants off “It’s a good thing you’re here baby. It’s lunchtime and I seem to have forgotten my lunch today. You wouldn’t want your poor Sannie to be hungry now would you?” You shake your head and bite your lip. He smirks and lowers his head to your dripping core. You moan at the contact and your hands instantly goes to his hair. Wooyoung leaves kisses and bites on your neck as his hands go up and down your body. He removes your hoodie, leaving you completely naked in their presence. He plays with your nipples before going to your clit.

You whine at the stimulation arching your back off wooyoung’s chest. "does Daddy's tongue feel good baby?" San groans at Wooyoung calling him daddy "y-yes it feel s-so good. Fuck~" he smirks and rubs your clit faster. You almost scream as you get closer to your high. “I'm so close. Fuck~" Wooyoung looks down over your shoulder at San who is looking back at him and subtly nods. "cum for us baby. Drown Sannie in you sweetness" you moan at his words and release into san’s mouth. San lapped up everything and pulls away, face glistening. Wooyoung takes the fingers that was rubbing your clit and sucks off your arousal groaning at the taste. You whimper as you come down from your high.

San gets up from the floor and goes to Wooyoung. He pulls him into a deep passionate kiss, groaning into each other's mouth as they savor your taste on San's tongue. After completely coming down from your high, you take in the scene going on next to you and whine. You reach to both of their prominent bulges in their suit pants and palm at them. They both groan in each other’s mouths and pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting their lips together. "someone's really needy today, aren't you princess?" you whimper and continue to palm at their twitching lengths. "please. I wanna feel you both”

San moves to the side and Woo taps your thigh for you to get up. You land on the ground on shaky legs. San held you against him so you don’t fall. Woo stands and stretches before going to the couch in the opposite corner of the office space. He makes himself comfortable leaning up against the arm of the couch. He starts to unbuckle his belt and you whine at the bulge in his suit pants, barely being contained behind the zipper.

San carries you over to the couch and places you between Woo’s legs. You paw and the waistband of his pants, waiting for him to keep going. Woo smirks at you and slowly undoes his button. You start to get impatient and decide to take matters into your own hands. You make yourself level with his constrained member and start mouthing at it over his pants. Woo’s eyes widen and groans at the feeling. He tries to push your head away but it felt so good finally getting attention that he just lets it happen. But San wasn’t having it.

He pulls you away by your hair and Woo whines at the loss of your warm mouth. “Relax, you’ll have cock in you soon. Be patient” He lets go of your hair and Woo pulls his pants down to finally release his member and your mouth waters. The tip glistening with precum just asking to be devoured. You decide to not waste anymore time and take it into your mouth. Both you and Wooyoung moaning in unison. You take him in inch by inch until your nose hit his pelvic bone. Woo reveling in the long awaited feeling of your deliciously warm mouth.

San watches as you take Wooyoung deep in your throat. He grinds his boxer covered member against your ass. “My needy babies” he moans as his grinds turn into soft thrust, imagining you gripping his cock. As they started to speed up, you beginning to meet his thrust. “You want it princess?” You moan around Woo’s member and release with a pop. “Please daddy, please fuck me” San slaps your ass as he pulls down his boxers. He glides his throbbing cock against you, the tip grazing your sensitive clit. You whine again against Woo and he moans at the vibration.

San lines himself up and slowly pushes in. He groans at how tight you are, despite taking them both just last night. He starts off slow with his thrust, savoring in the warmth. He feels you clench as you gag on Woo’s dick and starts to speed up his thrusts. He continues to thrust into you as you keeping choking and gagging on Wooyoung. “Fuck~ I’m gonna cum keep going baby” Woo groans as the tightness in his lower stomach was close to snapping. San speeds up to an inhumane speed causing you to take Wooyoung deep in your throat as he releases with a whiny groan. You don’t hesitate to swallow all of it.

The sound Woo makes, along with the sound of you dripping core, push San over the edge. He cums deep into you causing you to cum as well. Milking his cock with every clench of your spasming pussy. “Your pussy feels amazing as always princess” you moan at the dirty praise. San pulls you up so your back meets his chest and kisses you. His tongue entering your mouth, tasting the remnants of Wooyoung’s cum. “You should saved some cum for me. Greedy girl.”

Your make out session was once again interrupted but this time by a whine. Both you and San look at Wooyoung, catching your breaths. “I’m still here too” San chuckles at his pouty husband. “Aww does my babyboy feel left out? Hm?” Wooyoung blushes at the nickname and pout “maybe I do” “come here love”

You and Wooyoung switch places so that he’s in front of San. San takes his chin in between his thumb and index finger and pulls him into a passionate kiss. San licks his bottom lip, asking for entrance which Woo immediately accepts.

They pull away after a while to catch their breath. “Why don’t you clean princess’s juices off my dick” Woo wastes no time getting on his knees on the floor in front of the couch. San sits on the couch and Wooyoung takes his place between his open legs. He admired San's glistening cock and licks his lips. He licks a strip up from his balls to the tip, moaning at the taste of your sweet juices.

He takes San deep into his throat, rolling his eyes back as he gags. “Good boy. You like being daddy’s little cockslut don’t you” Woo pulls off his dick with a pop and looks at him with lustful eyes. “Yes, yes I love it so much daddy, please fuck my face” San grabs Woo by his hair and pushes him back onto his cock. He moans feeling the tightness of Woo’s throat around his tip. San starts his thrusts slow then picks up knowing he can take it. Nothing could be heard except for gags and groans from the two men.

The guys stop for a moment when they hear little whines coming from the side of them. They look over at you, you’re slowly rubbing your swollen clit as your cum filled hole leaks out San's cum. They both groan at the sight. Woo gets up from the floor and back onto the couch. “Sit on my face baby. We can’t let that delicious cum go to waste”

You take your place, hovering over Woo’s face on shaky legs. He pulls you down, your pussy making direct contact with his tongue. He wastes no time sticking his tongue inside and licking out the cum San left behind.

As Woo shows you no mercy, San settles between his legs and takes a freshly lubed fingers and teases Woo’s hole. Wooyoung whimpers into your pussy as he slides 2 fingers into him. He stretches him open as Woo continues to eat you out. When San deemed him stretched enough, he lines himself up and thrust into him all at once, know he loves the pain.

Your moans start to get louder and San pulls you into a kiss to quiet you down. He pulls away and wraps his hand around your neck. “Didn’t Woo tell you to be quiet? If you do that again, I'm telling Woo to stop and I know you both don’t want that.” “Fuck~ no please I’m sorry~! His tongue feels so fucking good please don’t make him stop” He hums at your begs and tightens his grip on your throat “Then shut the fuck up and take it” He pulls you back into a kiss as he speeds up his thrusts into Wooyoung. The office was filled with the sounds of slurping from Wooyoung’s mouth and San’s balls hitting Woo’s ass.

“I’m s-s-so close!” You whine and Woo suddenly stops right before you could reach your peak. You whimper as your high starts to fade. “No no why’d you stop” Woo moves you from his face, panting “I want to feel you cum on my cock. Please baby? I wanna feel you clench me as you cum” you moan at the thought and move off the couch, barely keeping balance. San pulls out briefly so he can flip Woo onto his stomach. You lay on your back on the couch and Woo lines himself up to your pussy. He pushes in with no hesitation and starts thrusting slowly. San lines himself back up to Woo’s hole. Pushing him down so you’re both chest to chest as he begins to thrust into Woo, causing him to thrust into you. You both moan in unison, beginning to make out to keep each other quiet.

San's thrusts pick up, thrusting faster and harder. Woo’s cock hitting deeper into you, kissing your cervix. Both San and Wooyoung’s names leave your mouth at the wonderful pleasure you’re feeling right now. Woo’s own moans and whimpers leave his tongue as well, being in his favorite position. In between the two people he loves more than anything in the world.

“Aww does it feel good Woo? Does it feel good getting attention from both sides?” Wooyoung couldn’t even speak anymore, only whines so he nods instead. “Yeah? I know it feels good cause you’re clenching the fuck out of my dick right now. Mmm such a good boy. My good boy. I know you’re close to cumming, cum for me babyboy.” Woo releases into you with a almost pornographic moan. San pulls out and Woo slows his thrusts starting to feel the overstimulation. “Don’t stop now love, our princess still has to cum” San explains as he slowly strokes himself.

Wooyoung whimpers as he continues to thrust into you, trying his best to fight the sensitivity. You whimper his name as you started to get close again, begging him to go faster. “Please sir I’m so close. Please go fas-” Wooyoung grabs you by your throat again and pounds into you at an inhumane speed. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna-” “cum for us baby” you cum hard, Wooyoung following right behind you.

You lay there catching your breath as your highs die down. “You both were so good for me. I think I should give you a reward. On your knees now” you both immediately get to the floor, knowing what was coming (it’s San btw 🤭). He stands facing the both of you and strokes his leaking cock in your faces. You and Woo open your mouth and stick out your tongues with desperate looks, wordlessly asking for San’s cum. He groans as he releases onto both of your faces, some landing into your mouths and you both hum in satisfaction.

When San came down from his high, Wooyoung was the first to start licking your face clean of the sticky liquid. You return the favor. Then Wooyoung pulls you into a kiss passing the cum back and forth between your mouths. “Alright that’s enough. I don’t have energy for another round. Not when I haven’t had food.” San chuckles at his lovers.

You all get cleaned up and back into your clothes. San grabs the folder with the list of potential temporary receptionists and you all head down to the lobby. You walk up to the desk, shit eating grin on your face and your husband right behind you.

“Time to pack up your stuff bitch. You’re done.” The look of shock on her face at your words was priceless. “You both are just going to let her say that to me?” They both shrugged with emotionless faces. “I’d just do what she says, before we have security escort you out.” Wooyoung said sternly. “This is bullshit, I fucking quit” “well you were getting fired anyway so that makes my life easier” San said unamused. She then storms off after grabbing her stuff.

“Ok can we go get food now? I actually did forget my lunch at home and I’d like to eat it” both you and Wooyoung laugh at Sans’s pouty face.