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The living room felt warm, not from the summer heat bleeding through the mansion windows, but from the thick tension crawling over every inch of exposed skin. The eight of them were sprawled across the expensive sectional like gods bored of paradise, each dressed down in gym shorts and tank tops, post-shower hair still damp.

You’d grown used to being surrounded by them. Used to the stares. The smirks. The way their moods shifted when they were bored and you were available.

“Someone give me something to do before I lose my mind,” San grumbled, tilting his head back and letting out a sigh. His neck was glistening with sweat, veins stark against his skin. You caught the way Hongjoong’s fingers tapped impatiently on his thigh.

“You could work on lyrics,” Seonghwa offered from the edge of the chaise.

“Or you could just entertain us,” Wooyoung cut in, eyes already crawling up your body where you sat cross-legged on the floor.

You tilted your head. “Entertain you how?” you asked, voice dipped in a tease.

Yunho spread his legs wider. “However you want, baby.”

There was a beat of silence before you stood.

You didn’t speak. You just peeled your top over your head slowly, no bra, no shame, and dropped it on the floor. The collective shift in the room was immediate. Mingi's eyes darkened, tongue dragging across his bottom lip. Jongho's jaw clenched, fist flexing. Yeosang leaned forward like gravity had given up on everything but you.

“You all look bored,” you said, voice casual as you hooked your thumbs into your shorts and slid them down inch by inch, dragging the waistband past your hips and letting them pool at your feet.

San leaned forward. “I’m not bored anymore.”

You stepped up onto the low coffee table in front of them, naked under the heat of eight stares, your body soaking in the power you had and were about to give up.

“Then watch me.”

You started to move. Slow. Sensual. Hips circling, chest bouncing lightly with each roll. One hand slid down your side while the other grazed your inner thigh. You touched yourself like you wanted to be watched. Like you wanted to be devoured.

“Fuck,” Wooyoung hissed, hand already palming himself through his shorts.

“Keep going,” Hongjoong ordered, voice sharp and low. “You want to be the center of attention? Earn it.”

So you did.

You dropped to your knees on the table, legs spread, and ran both hands up your thighs, fingertips ghosting over the wet heat between them. The boys watched with hungry eyes, each sitting back, letting the show unfold. But you saw how Jongho’s chest was rising faster, how Seonghwa’s hand drifted toward his waistband, how Mingi’s legs shifted restlessly.

“You’re soaked,” Yeosang muttered, voice wrecked and low. “Already?”

You smiled wickedly and dragged a finger through your folds, holding it up so they could see the slick.

“Maybe I like being watched.”

That was the final thread.

San moved first, grabbing you by the waist and hauling you off the table like a doll. Your back hit the couch, knees spread by large, impatient hands. The rest followed like animals unleashed. All heat, muscle, scent, and breath. Someone’s mouth was on your neck, probably Wooyoung, by the smirk against your throat. Hands were on your thighs, your tits, your hair.

“Look at you,” Mingi groaned, brushing his cock against your soaked slit without pushing in yet. “All this for us?”

“Say it,” Hongjoong growled from somewhere behind you, voice like sandpaper and smoke. “Tell us what you are.”

Your lips parted, but Yunho beat you to it. “She’s our toy.”

“She’s our fuckdoll,” Wooyoung added with a chuckle, biting your collarbone hard enough to leave a mark.

“She’s nothing unless we’re using her,” San muttered, pushing two fingers into your mouth and watching your lips close around them greedily.

You moaned around his hand.

Then Mingi pushed in.

Your body arched, the stretch obscene, deep, overwhelming and fuck, you loved it. He bottomed out with a grunt, hips flush to yours, pulling back slowly just to watch your hole twitch before slamming back in again.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” he groaned, sweat dripping down his chest as he began to thrust.

You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t remember what silence sounded like when your name, no, your body was being passed around like a shared secret. Mingi fucking you while San fed you his fingers and Wooyoung marked your skin and Seonghwa gentle, beautiful Seonghwa was on his knees, kissing up your trembling thigh like worship.

“Wait your turn,” Hongjoong snapped, and Seonghwa obeyed with a low nod, eyes dark with restraint.

“You hear that, princess?” Yunho whispered, kneeling beside you and dragging his cock across your cheek. “You're gonna take us all. One by one. Until you're crying.”

Tears pricked your eyes already, but it wasn’t sadness. It was too much and not enough all at once.

Mingi groaned and pulled out, panting. “She’s ready. Who’s next?”

San shoved him aside with a growl. “Me.”

Your body felt ruined in the best way, thighs shaking, lips swollen, throat raw from moaning, crying, gasping. Mingi had just left you dripping, wrecked, and open on the couch, and San didn’t wait. His hands gripped your hips like he owned every inch of you, and maybe he did.

“You’re gonna take me like a good fuckdoll, right?” he growled, dragging his thick length up your slit and teasing your entrance, already soaked from Mingi. “Or do I have to break you in again?”

You tried to answer, but San didn’t give you the chance.

He slammed into you, a harsh snap of hips that punched a breathless moan out of your chest. He didn’t stop. Didn’t ease in. He fucked like he was angry like your pussy was the only thing keeping him sane, and he needed to ruin it just to breathe.

“Fucking tight,” he hissed, pounding into you with unrelenting rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing off the high mansion walls.

Hands grabbed at you roughly, greedy. Wooyoung was behind you now, gripping your jaw and forcing your head back.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered. You obeyed instantly.

He slid in, no warning, cock heavy and already leaking.

Your throat gagged around him, spit dripping from the corners of your lips as he held your head still and used your mouth like a sleeve. "That's it, baby," he laughed breathlessly, "so fucking pretty like this. Full like you’re meant to be."

San’s thrusts didn’t falter once. In and out, bruising and perfect, his grip on your waist tightening every time you clenched around him. “You like this shit, huh?” he grunted. “Being passed around like our little cumdump.”

Tears spilled from your eyes, mouth full, pussy full, body trembling. You nodded best you could.

“She’s crying,” Yunho said from beside you, voice amused and dark. “Should we stop?”

“No,” Jongho replied bluntly. “She’s crying because she’s happy.”

“Isn’t that right, baby?” Yeosang leaned over, cupping your face gently, contrasting the brutal way San and Wooyoung were using you. “You like being our favorite toy.”

You whimpered around Wooyoung’s cock and nodded again, choking slightly when he shoved deeper.

“She’s so good for us,” Seonghwa said softly, one hand stroking your hair. “We should reward her.”

“Reward her?” Hongjoong snorted. “She’s not here to be spoiled. She’s here to be fucked.”

San came with a low growl, burying himself deep and holding you there as he spilled inside. His moan was rough, primal, dragging out as his hips twitched. He stayed for a beat longer, panting, then pulled out with a messy squelch that left your thighs sticky and your hole fluttering.

“Next,” he said, stepping back and wiping sweat from his chest.

Without warning, Hongjoong grabbed your jaw, yanked Wooyoung’s cock from your mouth, and slapped you across the face not hard, but enough to stun.

“Eyes on me,” he growled, stripping his shirt off. “It’s my turn now, and I’m not fucking gentle.”

He pulled your body forward by the hair and forced you onto your knees between his legs.

“You want to be used?” he spat, cock slapping against your lips. “Then open the fuck up.”

You obeyed instantly, letting him fuck your throat without hesitation. No rhythm. Just need. His hands fisted in your hair and he used you, hips snapping forward again and again until you were choking, drooling, your eyes rolling back. You felt the warmth of cum still leaking from your pussy, running down your legs, pooling beneath you.

You were shaking. And they were loving it.

“You were made for this,” Jongho murmured from above, slowly stroking himself as he watched. “All holes full. All thoughts gone. Just a pretty body for us to ruin.”

Hongjoong pulled out and came across your face, thick ropes landing on your lips, your cheek, dripping down your chin. He smeared it with his thumb and pushed it into your mouth. You swallowed without being asked.

“Who’s next?” he asked, breath ragged.

“Me,” Yunho growled. “On the floor.”

They flipped you onto your back. Yeosang lifted your legs. Yunho lined up and shoved in.

It was deep. Too deep. You screamed.

“Shh, baby,” Yunho whispered darkly, wrapping a hand around your throat. “You can take it.”

He fucked you slow but mean. Long, punishing strokes, his eyes locked to yours as he squeezed your throat just tight enough to make you dizzy.

“See what happens when you offer yourself up?” he murmured. “You stop being our friend. You become our fucking toy.”

You moaned high, broken, and wrecked, and Yeosang leaned down, pressing kisses along your chest.

“You’re doing so good,” he whispered, but there was a cruelty behind it. “So good at being nothing.”

Then he pressed himself between your lips. No warning. No pause.

You gagged as Yunho fucked from below and Yeosang thrust into your mouth.

It was chaos. Raw. Sticky. Loud. Hands everywhere. Breath hot against your skin. One cock after another. Inside, outside, everywhere.

By the time Jongho’s turn came, you couldn’t move.

He picked you up like a doll, spread your legs, and lowered you onto him slowly. You sobbed. He was thick, heavy, hard as stone.

“You’ll take all of us,” he whispered, barely moving, just stretching you wide and holding you there. “Even if it breaks you.”

You didn’t know what your name was anymore. Only that you existed to be filled.

And they weren’t done with you yet.

He held you there cock buried to the base inside your dripping cunt, thick and pulsing while your muscles trembled trying to stretch around him. His hands were wrapped around your waist, holding you up with ease, like your weight meant nothing to him, like you were nothing but a vessel for his pleasure.

You sobbed again, body exhausted, nerves frayed to raw edges, and yet... your pussy clenched. Around him. For him.

“Did you feel that?” San barked a laugh. “She fucking tightened on him.”

“She likes it,” Mingi growled. “She lives for this.”

Your head lolled to the side as Seonghwa approached again, cock flushed and leaking, dragging it across your parted lips. He tapped your cheek twice. “Say ‘thank you,’ doll.”

You couldn’t find the words. Only a whimper.

Tap. Harder this time. “Use your voice.”

“Th–thank you,” you whispered, lips glossy with drool and spit. “Thank you for using me.”

Seonghwa slid in.

You were being impaled from both ends Jongho lifting and dropping you on his cock with slow, punishing force, while Seonghwa fucked your mouth like it was his right. You were just a fucktoy between them now. Passed around, loaded, dripping. Full.

“She’s leaking again,” Yeosang murmured from above, voice cold and clinical like he was observing a specimen. “Already ruined and still ready.”

“Not ruined enough,” Hongjoong snapped.

“Then we fix that,” Yunho said. “Flip her. Now.”

Jongho lifted you off his cock your body clenched in protest and suddenly you were on your stomach across the couch cushions, ass raised, legs spread. Hands grabbed you from every angle. Spreading you. Smacking you. Testing which hole would give out first.

Then came the snap of a condom packet.

And the wet sound of lube.

You froze.

“Wh–who’s—”

“Don’t ask questions,” Mingi growled from behind you. “Just take it.”

One thick cock slid into your pussy again too fast. You cried out, overstimulated and twitching.

Then came pressure at your ass.

“Shh…” Wooyoung's voice was sweet and mocking as he kissed between your shoulder blades. “Relax, baby. Let us stretch you out.”

You clenched involuntarily. He didn’t stop.

Mingi thrusted deep again.

Then Wooyoung pushed in.

Slow, steady, splitting you open with slick precision until both of them were buried inside one in your pussy, one in your ass your body stretched past the edge of pain and deep into pleasure you couldn’t understand. Couldn’t survive.

You screamed.

And they moaned in unison.

“She’s shaking,” Wooyoung laughed breathlessly. “Fuck, she’s clenching like crazy.”

“Keep going,” Mingi grunted. “She’s not saying stop.”

You weren’t.

You couldn’t. You were drooling into the cushions, back arched, skin marked by dozens of hands and teeth. All you could do was take. And they gave. Roughly. Mercilessly.

“She’s ours,” Hongjoong said, kneeling beside you now, brushing sweat-drenched hair from your face. “She’s not a friend. Not a guest. She’s our property. Say it.”

You tried to speak. Failed.

He slapped you. “Say it.”

“I’m... yours,” you gasped.

“Whose?”

“All of you. I belong to all of you.”

Jongho fisted your hair and pulled your face up. “Louder.”

“I’m your fuckdoll!” you screamed, voice cracking. “I belong to all of you.. Use me!”

They didn’t need more permission.

Mingi and Wooyoung moved faster, pounding into you with animal force, stretching you so wide it felt like your body was split in two. You felt it everywhere, every nerve screaming, every muscle convulsing. Cum from earlier was still dripping out of you, mess mixing with lube, sweat, and spit as your body rocked between them.

Seonghwa straddled the couch in front of you and shoved his cock between your breasts, fucking your tits as Yunho slapped your ass red, hard, over and over until you were sobbing again from sheer overstimulation.

“She’s going to pass out,” Yeosang murmured.

“She doesn’t get to pass out until I cum inside her,” San hissed.

You came again. Harder than before.

It ripped through you like lightning, your body convulsing, clenching around them as you cried out their names in one endless string of praise and desperation. Your pussy spasmed around Mingi. Your ass clenched on Wooyoung. Your mouth dropped open with a silent scream.

And still, they didn’t stop.

Because you were no longer a friend. No longer a companion.

You were theirs.

You no longer knew where your body ended and theirs began.

You were shaking. Slick. Marked. Wrecked. Laid flat on the couch, face down, drool soaking the fabric. Holes stretched wide, trembling, still gaping from the double penetration that left your mind floating.

And they were still hard.

Still waiting.

Still hungry.

Hongjoong was crouched beside you again, tilting your head up by the chin, studying your ruined expression like a piece of art. “You thought we were done?” he asked, voice dripping with mock pity. “You don’t get to be done.”

“I can’t—” you croaked, eyes glassy.

“You will,” San snapped from behind, grabbing your arms and pulling them back. You cried out as your shoulders flexed, tits dragging along the soft fabric of the couch. “You don’t decide when this ends. We do.”

Rough fabric bound your wrists. You blinked down, one of their shirts, maybe Yunho’s, wrapped around your arms and knotted tight.

“You wanna act like a toy,” Yeosang said coldly, standing above you now, “then we’ll treat you like one.”

The world blurred as they flipped you, wrists bound behind your back, chest heaving, thighs trembling. Seonghwa shoved a pillow under your hips to keep you arched, spread, and vulnerable. Someone slapped your pussy. Hard. You whimpered.

“She’s still dripping,” Mingi muttered, dragging two fingers through the mess between your legs. He held them up to your lips. “Clean it.”

You sucked eagerly, tasting your own cum, sweat, and whatever they’d left behind.

“You’re disgusting,” Jongho said. “And so fucking perfect.”

Then came the stretch again.

Yunho slid into your ass, thick and slow, pulling a ragged sob from your throat.

You barely had time to adjust before Yeosang pushed into your pussy.

You screamed.

And then Seonghwa straddled your chest, cock dragging across your spit-soaked lips. “Open up,” he ordered.

You obeyed.

Triple penetration. Every hole filled. Every breath stolen.

Yunho behind you, thrusting hard and slow. Yeosang pounding your pussy like it offended him. Seonghwa was using your throat like it belonged to him. It was too much and somehow not enough.

They fucked you like a machine. Like your body was built for this. Like this was your purpose.

“She’s swallowing it,” Seonghwa groaned. “Her throat is fucking milking me.”

“Of course she is,” San muttered. “She’s trained for this.”

Tears streamed down your face, but your hips met every thrust.

Seonghwa came first, hot cum shooting into your mouth and spilling from the corners of your lips. He pulled out, letting it drip down your chin, smearing it across your cheek with two fingers. “Don’t waste it,” he hissed.

Then Yunho cursed, voice wrecked. “Fuck—fuck, I’m gonna—” His thrusts stuttered as he emptied himself deep in your ass, hands bruising your hips.

But Yeosang wasn’t done.

He flipped you again, bending your knees to your chest, locking his eyes with yours as he slammed in harder. Faster. Cruel.

“Cum with me,” he growled.

You did. Violently.

Your body convulsed, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent cry as your orgasm tore through you like a bomb. And Yeosang followed, burying himself deep and unloading everything inside until it leaked out around him and down your ass.

They pulled back and left you open, gaping, dripping, ruined.

“Look at that mess,” Wooyoung cooed, kneeling between your legs and spreading you wide. “So pretty.”

He dipped his fingers inside, scooping out cum and smearing it across your lower stomach. “Marking our territory.”

Then he leaned in and licked it up, slow, wet, obscene.

Your body jolted, too sensitive, too raw.

Jongho grabbed your ankles and flipped you again, dragging you over to the coffee table. “Crawl.”

You tried. Failed. Your limbs barely worked.

So they carried you.

San held your arms. Yeosang your legs. And they laid you back on the cool glass, tits up, lips parted, body still twitching. Someone was tying your ankles to the table legs, now open, vulnerable, utterly on display.

“She’s not cumming again until we all do,” Hongjoong said.

You whimpered.

They lined up.

One after the other.

Mingi came next across your chest, his cum painting your tits.

Then San fucking your throat until he filled it, watching you swallow and then spitting on your tongue for good measure.

Then Jongho slow, cruel thrusts into your raw cunt until he finished inside with a low grunt.

And Hongjoong last.

He didn't fuck you.

He knelt between your thighs, scooped up the cum that had pooled there, and rubbed it into your clit.

“Look at this used hole,” he murmured. “Ruined. Messy. Perfect.”

You were crying. Moaning. Shaking again.

“Ready for more?”

You weren’t sure how long you’d been tied to the coffee table, your arms bound behind your back, legs stretched wide and secured to the table’s edges with rope that bit into your skin. Cum coated your thighs, your breasts, your lips. The glass was fogged with your breath. You had long since stopped pretending to be anything but their property.

They watched you like gods circling their sacrifice. Every inch of your body had been used. Every hole stretched. Every part of your mind fogged over by pain and pleasure so vicious that it all melted into heat.

“She’s so fucked out,” Mingi laughed, running a lazy hand up your calf. “You still in there, sweetheart?”

You blinked. Barely. A moan slipped out instead of a word.

“She doesn’t need to answer,” Yeosang said, voice low. “Her body tells us everything.”

“Exactly,” Wooyoung chimed in, circling behind you, something plastic clinking in his hands. “She’s not here to speak. She’s here to feel.”

You flinched as cold touched your thigh. A smooth, buzzing hum.

A toy.

Your eyes flew open.

Wooyoung’s smirk was wicked. “That woke her up.”

The vibrator pressed against your clit soaked, puffy, swollen from overuse. The jolt of sensation made your entire body seize.

You screamed behind the gag.

Seonghwa had tied it in place minutes before, a thick black silk ribbon between your teeth, knotted cruelly at the back of your head.

“Quiet now,” he whispered in your ear. “We don’t want the neighbors hearing, do we?”

As if any part of this could be hidden.

Hongjoong knelt beside you, eyes dark and wild. “Look at her twitch. She’s shaking already. She’s gonna break.”

“She doesn’t get to break,” San growled. “She breaks when we say she does.”

And they didn’t say it yet.

Wooyoung pressed the toy harder. Circles. Pressure. Cruel rhythm. Every time you got close to cumming again, he’d pull away.

Again.

And again.

And again.

You screamed into the gag, sobbing through the denial. Your thighs trembled. Muscles locked up. Heat surged and disappeared like a tease just out of reach.

“You want to cum?” Yunho asked, voice like honey and venom. “Beg.”

You whimpered.

“Use your eyes, doll,” Yeosang murmured. “Beg us with your fucking eyes.”

You looked at them pleading, shattered. Your whole body was shaking, mouth dripping spit around the gag, chest rising and falling like you were drowning in want. And maybe you were.

“Pathetic,” San said, voice thick with arousal. “So fucking needy.”

“She’s ready,” Seonghwa whispered.

They untied you just enough to reposition you.

Then came the next stage.

They pulled you onto your knees and pushed your chest flat to the cold glass. You couldn’t hold yourself up, your arms were still bound behind your back, but it didn’t matter. You were theirs.

Hongjoong shoved the vibrator inside you this time, your slick swallowing it whole. A second one followed, smaller, pushed between your thighs and held in place by a hand you couldn’t see.

Then they all took seats.

Watching.

Mingi held a remote. “We’ll start slow.”

The toys buzzed to life.

Low. Then high. Then pulsing.

You choked around the gag, body convulsing as your orgasm slammed into you immediately.

Your scream was garbled, incoherent, but your body betrayed you, hips bucking, juices pouring, back arched in a way that screamed ruin me again.

They applauded.

“Good girl,” Wooyoung purred. “Now again.”

The toys didn’t stop.

Another orgasm.

Then another.

Your body gave up trying to come down.

It just kept going, shaking, leaking, jerking against invisible waves of overstimulation.

You’d lost count.

Had it been five? Seven? More?

Your voice was gone. You were sobbing. Hands gripped your hips, Yunho again, and pushed you up against his cock.

He slid in.

You were soaking. Stuffed. Full of buzz and slick and heat.

He didn’t move. Just held you there.

“Look up, pet,” he whispered. “Show me what that throat’s made for.”

Then Yeosang got in front of you.

You obeyed.

Because you didn’t have a choice.

Because you didn’t want a choice.

He shoved in.

You were spit roasted again. Yunho behind you, slow, torturous thrusts, and Yeosang in your mouth, face-fucking with that quiet rage he always hid behind beauty. The toys never stopped. You were cumming around Yunho and choking on Yeosang and sobbing through every thrust, gagged and bound and absolutely gone.

Hongjoong approached from the side, bent down, and whispered:

“You still haven’t broken.”

He turned the toy all the way up.

You came so hard your vision went white.

Then you collapsed.

But they didn’t let you rest.

You didn’t feel yourself go.

One second your body was tensed in orgasm, shaking, soaked, used.

The next, you were gone.

Collapsed. Mind wiped clean. No words. No awareness. Just black.

But even as you passed out, they kept going.

Yunho stayed inside you, cock still throbbing, thrusts slowing but never stopping. Your cunt milked him without your permission, body reacting purely on instinct. The vibrator was still humming inside, juices spilling down your thighs, soaking the floor under the table.

“She’s out,” Yeosang said, voice emotionless as he wiped spit off his cock and stared at your slack, ruined face.

Hongjoong crouched down, cupping your chin with one hand. “Still breathing.”

Mingi looked down at your wrecked body, tied, dripping, flushed red. “So fucking hot.”

They didn’t stop.

Because that’s what you were for.

“Wake her up,” Seonghwa said gently, brushing your hair back. But there was nothing soft in his eyes.

So they did.

A slap.

A hard one. Then another.

Your eyes fluttered open.

You gasped like you’d been pulled from drowning. Air slammed into your lungs. Tears pooled instantly. Your body spasmed.

“You’re okay,” San said, but it wasn’t comfort, it was command. “You’re not done.”

Your lips moved. No sound came out. You tasted cum and spit and salt.

“She’s awake,” Jongho confirmed. “Back in the game.”

You didn’t speak. You didn’t need to.

Because then Seonghwa climbed up, one knee on the table, then the other, and positioned himself directly over your face.

“I’m going to sit here,” he said, voice calm. “And you’re going to make me cum. No hands. No help. Just your mouth and your tongue. Understand?”

You whimpered, nodding slowly.

He lowered himself.

Your face was smothered in skin, his thighs around your ears, his cock resting on your lips, heavy and hard.

He began to roll his hips.

Slow. Controlled. Dominant.

“Breathe when I let you,” he whispered. “Or don’t. I don’t care.”

You licked. Sucked. Moaned against his weight as he rode your face like a throne, rocking until his hips stuttered. He came on your tongue, in your mouth, across your cheeks and kept you pinned under him.

“Good fucking girl,” he whispered, brushing your hair again as you gasped for air the second he lifted.

But there was no time to recover.

Jongho was between your legs again, spreading you open to reveal the mess inside.

“She’s full,” he murmured, dipping his fingers into your pussy. “So full, it’s leaking out.”

Wooyoung joined him. “Let’s fill her more.”

“What if we kept it all inside?” Mingi asked, half-laughing. “Tied her up, plugged her, and made her hold it.”

“Watch her belly swell with it,” Yunho added. “Like she’s getting knocked up with all of us at once.”

You moaned a broken, humiliating sound.

“You like that?” Hongjoong asked. “The idea of us fucking you full until you’re bloated and dripping?”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Please.”

They lost it.

The last of their self-control.

Hands everywhere grabbing, lifting, pulling. You were thrown over Yeosang’s lap, legs dangling, cunt exposed and already leaking. Someone shoved the vibrator back in, then held it there. Mingi slid his cock in beside it, two thick shapes stretching you open again.

Your stomach bulged slightly under the pressure.

“Fuck, look at that,” San hissed. “She’s stretching around it.”

They took turns again.

No order now. Just chaos.

San in your ass, rough and feral. Yunho in your mouth, face-fucking with your hair knotted in his fist. Jongho on your back, jerking himself onto your spine. Wooyoung forcing your legs open and watching the mess bubble up with every thrust.

And they didn’t stop filling you.

One load.

Then another.

Then another.

Until you could feel it.

Heavy. Warm. Stretching your walls, pooling deeper. Cum spilling out, sliding down your ass, dripping onto Yeosang's lap in a puddle of proof.

Then they pulled back, admired their work.

Your body was limp again. Barely conscious. Tied, swollen, painted in spit and semen. Belly slightly puffed from how much they’d left inside you.

“She’s not broken yet,” Hongjoong said.

“Then we keep going,” Seonghwa answered.

Because you don’t stop a doll when it malfunctions.

You reprogram her.

You didn’t remember how long it had been.

Hours? A full night? Time had stopped meaning anything. You were no longer a person, just a body, leaking and pulsing and shaking under the weight of every orgasm they gave you. You’d passed out. Come back. Been used. Passed out again.

Now… you were still.

Bound. Gag removed. Knees tucked under you, arms behind your back, ropes soft but firm around your ankles and wrists, hair knotted, lips bruised. Caked in spit. Dried cum smeared across your skin like warpaint. A mess. Their mess.

They circled you now quiet, calm, spent. Each one touched you like you were theirs. Because you were.

“She’s beautiful like this,” Seonghwa murmured, running a hand through your tangled hair.

“No thoughts left,” San whispered. “Just obedience.”

“Just need,” Wooyoung added.

“Just us,” Yeosang said, and his fingers ghosted over the bruises he’d left on your hips.

You blinked up slowly. Your voice was barely a rasp. “Yours.”

They didn’t laugh. No teasing this time.

Only heat.

Still.

Present.

Dominant.

“She doesn’t need a name anymore,” Hongjoong said, crouching in front of you. His eyes were wild, but his voice was terrifyingly calm. “She belongs to us. She lives to serve.”

You swallowed. You nodded.

“You want a title, pet?” Yunho asked. “Something permanent?”

You opened your mouth.

Then Seonghwa leaned in and whispered it like a blessing.

“Doll.”

That word echoed in the space like gospel.

“That’s all she is,” Jongho said. “Our doll. Our perfect, empty, ruined little thing.”

Mingi brought the collar over.

Black leather. Silver ring in front. No name tag. No need.

You lowered your head willingly.

Hongjoong fastened it.

It clicked shut like a promise.

“You don’t get to speak anymore unless we tell you to,” he whispered. “You don’t get to cum. To breathe. To beg. Unless we say so.”

“Yes, Master,” you breathed.

And that was it.

The final shift.

You weren’t the friend anymore. You weren’t the guest, the girl in the mansion, the tease they toyed with.

You were property.

And you had never felt so fucking full.

San dragged you into his lap, pressing your back to his chest, spreading your legs for the others to see. “Look at her,” he growled. “Still leaking. Still twitching. Still wanting.”

Mingi cupped your breasts.

Wooyoung sucked a mark into your throat.

Yeosang stroked himself while staring at your ruined folds.

“She’s ready again,” Jongho muttered.

But Hongjoong shook his head. “Let her rest. She’s done. For now.”

They laid you out on the rug like art. Limbs loose. Breathing heavy. Cum still pooling between your thighs.

San kissed your temple.

Seonghwa cleaned your lips with a cloth.

Yunho undid the ropes and massaged your wrists.

“You did so well,” he whispered. “You took all of us. You let us destroy you.”

“And you loved it,” Yeosang murmured.

You nodded barely.

Tears welled up. Not from pain. From something deeper. Relief. Bliss. Love, even, in its filthiest, rawest form.

“You’re ours now,” Hongjoong said. “Forever.”

Your voice cracked as you whispered:

“I wouldn’t want to belong to anyone else.”

They smiled.

And as they cleaned you, kissed you, and wrapped your spent body in their warmth, you realized something:

You weren’t broken.

It only took a week of dating your boyfriend to know that he had a special relationship with his roommate. The both of them could deny it all they wanted, but you weren’t blind. You didn’t even mind it, either — in fact, it intrigued you. The more the merrier, after all. Now that you had just moved in with them, you expected to see it first hand, but you would come to realize that there was a lot more to the story — and you were a major part of it. 

“All we did was jerk off together, Y/N, it was one time, maybe two…” Mingi explained to you over the sound of running water, as if that even helped his case, handing you the plastic plate he had just washed. 

“Riiight, and I only scissored my bestie once or twice, right after the group orgy,” you replied sarcastically, wiping the dish with a rag and putting it back into your shared cabinet. 

Mingi almost dropped your favorite cat mug into the sink. “Y-you didn’t tell me you were into group sex.” 

You quickly took the mug from his grasp, holding it to your chest. “I was just joking, Min, so that you could see how silly you sound.” You reached up to caress his cheek with your cold hand, making him shiver. “Who cares if you’re attracted to your roommate. You know I don’t mind.” 

Mingi’s eyebrows screwed upwards, looking down at you with wide eyes. “B-but, he’s a dude.” 

“And?” 

He bit into his plump lip. “He’s got a dick.” 

You nodded your head. “Even better.” 

Mingi turned off the sink. “He’s my best friend, Y/N…” 

“I don’t see why that’s a problem, Min. You can’t control who you like.” 

“I-i don’t like him!” your boyfriend protested weakly, his rosy cheeks betraying him. 

You sighed, accepting defeat for now. “Okay, baby, I hear you.” 

Mingi suddenly cornered you against the sink, his hands on each side of the counter. He towered over you. “Why are you so interested in Yunho, huh? Do you want him?”

Now that the tables had turned, it was your turn to blush. “Wh-what?” 

Mingi slowly pressed himself into you, his body warm against yours. He was hard. You could feel it. “You heard me.” He leaned down to whisper, “You want to fuck my roommate, don’t you, baby?” 

Just then, the front door opened, a set of heavy footsteps making their way through the corridor until the very roommate you were speaking of appeared in the kitchen. “It’s raining cats and dogs out there,” Yunho chuckled softly, pulling his heavy black coat off, along with his foggy glasses, before shaking his head like a dog, his dirty blond bangs sticking to his forehead. 

Mingi had positioned you in front of him to conceal his boner, trying his best to look casual with his arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on the top of your head. “I told you to bring an umbrella, dumbass.” 

Yunho dropped his stuff down onto the kitchen counter, tugging at the thin white turtleneck he was wearing, the soaked material rolling up his waist. It had been soaked through, leaving little to the imagination. The both of you gulped audibly from where you stood. “You’re right, like always, Min.” Humming, Yunho used the loose material of his sweatpants to wipe his glasses clean, putting them back on, his gaze softening at the sight of his two favorite people. “Silly me.” 

“You’re going to catch a cold like that,” you whined, trying not to focus on the way his top clung to the ridges of his abs, or how his heavy sweatpants began to fall slightly from his hips. “You should take a shower, Yunho.”  

You weren’t the only one sizing him up, though Mingi wasn’t quite as capable of being subtle, instead biting straight into his lip, his deep-set eyes scanning lower until he could see the prominent outline of the very cock he was just talking about a few minutes ago. “Yeah, Yun. You’re soaked…” 

Yunho’s eyes formed half moons. His roommate and girlfriend were just too cute. He wanted nothing more than to fuck the living daylights out of the both of you, preferably in front of the other. Yunho couldn’t even keep track of the amount of times he’s jerked off to the thought of what you’d both act like when he was turning one of you out. He wondered which one of you would cry from being fucked full of cum, who could throat his cock the best, whose hole was the tightest, the list went on. These days, he’s even gone as far as to steal your panties, or Mingi’s boxers out of the laundry basket, just to wrap them around his dick and jerk himself off inside your shared room when the both of you were at work. And, as soon as he brought the soiled undergarments to his nose and inhaled your pretty scent, he blew his load all over your bed, like clockwork. Then, he almost always slipped in the hallway on the way to throw your blankets into the wash. It was getting bad.

He observed the splotches of water that had soaked into your own top and Mingi’s shirt alike, his lips curling up into a small smirk. “Looks like the both of you are wet too. Maybe we could all use a shower.” 

“M-maybe,” you choked out, worried your cover was blown by how flustered you looked. 

“You can go first though, bro,” Mingi finished for you, just about finishing in his pants from the thought of showering alongside Yunho, with you in between them. 

Yunho simply ran his long fingers through his wet hair, letting out a small sigh. “Your loss.” And with that, he made his way down the dark hallway to the bathroom. 

You didn’t even have to say anything for Mingi to know where your head was at, not when his other one poked into your abdomen when you turned around to face him. “Min…” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Bed, yeah,” Mingi breathed out, lifting you up from the floor and carrying you down the same hallway to your bedroom, the one that just so happened to share a wall with the bathroom. 

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Beads of water slipped past the edge of Yunho’s tensing jaw, dripping past his contracting abdomen, and collecting inside the palm of his hand, aiding him in the pursuit of getting off, jerking himself off to the sound of Mingi piping you down. He could always tell when his best friend was about to cum; Mingi’s breath would get caught inside his dry throat and his words would start to come out jumbled. You were similar in that aspect, growing breathless, except you would always voice your desperation, that is, until all you could do was whine just before your insides were painted white. Knowing you were coming undone together in such proximity to Yunho made him so dizzy, he had to squeeze around the base of his cock to keep himself from cumming too soon. However, it was far too late, already letting out a sudden groan, leaving a few hefty splatters of cum on himself and the shower wall. 

Seeing white dots around his vision when he blinked, Yunho fought to catch his breath, pressing his cheek to the cool shower wall.

“Haven’t had enough, baby? Bet you need Yunho inside you next. Isn’t that right?” he heard Mingi ask you, finding it hard to swallow. Was he hearing right? 

“Yeah, I need him, Min, please–” you whined from underneath him, your thighs starting to tremble from being so close. 

“Ask him, princess,” Mingi cooed inside your ear, too drunk on lust to truly consider how his actions could backfire, bringing one sweat covered arm to knock his fist into the wall, his hips smacking relentlessly into yours. “He’s right there.” 

Yunho jumped at the sensation of Mingi knocking through the wall, reaching over his body to turn the shower water off, his heart thumping loudly inside his chest. Finally, it was his time.

“Y-Yun, please, come here..!” Yunho heard your muffled plea, and that was all it took for him to burst through your door, a small, useless towel clinging desperately to his hips, gazing at his roommates past the foggy lenses of his glasses. 

“Y-you actually came.” Mingi swallowed hard, his thrusts growing sloppy, about to climb off of you, but staying while when Yunho slowly shook his head in disapproval. 

“I did. Now, you’re going to cum for me,” Yunho told him in a low voice, slowly climbing onto the bed, reaching down to run his fingers along his arm, leaving light, feathered touches over your collarbone next, sending a shiver through the both of you. He licked at his lips. “You’ll let me see, won’t you?” 

Neither you nor your boyfriend needed to have a discussion about the budding development of your relationship with Yunho. It just felt right. You immediately hooked your thighs around his waist, Mingi responding by pounding eagerly into your cunt until the both of you began to cry out. 

Yunho hovered behind Mingi, his wandering fingers closing around his friend’s waist, controlling the rate of Mingi’s strokes until he began to shudder, Yunho’s leaking cock rubbing along the other’s heated skin. He chuckled softly at the sound of Mingi’s whimpers, holding him still. “You’re cumming, aren’t you, Min? Inside your pretty girlfriend?” 

A bit of drool leaking from his lips, Mingi nodded weakly, as though his head was too heavy to lift, letting Yunho push his hips further and locking him in place, coating your pulsing walls with his seed. “F-fuck, I’m filling her up, Yun, it won’t stop…”

Humming in approval, Yunho gently coaxed Mingi to the side to access your body next, grabbing ahold of your nearest thigh and lifting it up and out of the way. “What do we have here? Mmm, no protection, huh?” He observed closely as his roommate’s load began to leak out past your fluttering hole. “I didn’t know your girlfriend liked it raw, Min.” He smiled perversely at Mingi, suddenly lifting your hips up in the air until you were folded in half like a paper doll, blowing a bit of air onto your cunt just to see you squirm. “Do you like having your little used pussy eaten too, baby?” 

“Y-yes, Yuyu,” you gasped, not used to having your ankles near your head like this, your filled hole on full display. It was so embarrassing, being looked at by your boyfriend and his roommate like they were going to eat you alive, but you couldn’t help but want more of their attention. You reached up, spreading yourself open, feeling Yunho’s heavy breaths against your skin. “Hurry, before it all spills out…” 

Groaning, Yunho dipped his tongue in between your slick lips, licking a long stripe up to your swollen clit with his tongue laid flat, languidly gathering up your combined arousal, repeating this action over and over, earning moan after wanton moan from you. Yunho opened his eyes to see how Mingi had positioned himself behind you, sitting on the opposite side of him, Mingi’s ringed fingers groping at your tits. They eventually shared heated eye contact, both growing harder at the mere sight of one another. 

“How does she taste?” Mingi’s voice is gravelly, low, and dripping with lust. “Tell me, Yun.” 

“Like heaven,” Yunho sighs out onto your hot skin, tonguing at your wet hole and pushing the tip inside. It slips out when you tighten up around it, but Yunho doesn’t give up, forcing it back in, much to your approval, flicking it in and out, in and out, until his chin is soaked with your arousal. He couldn’t help but chuckle with delight, licking his lips clean. “Your princess is making a mess.” 

Mingi couldn’t help but run the pad of his thumb over his twitching cock head, spreading the abundant pre-cum along the rest of his length. “Keep going, and she’ll make an even bigger one…”  

Taking that as a challenge, Yunho dove back in, with even more enthusiastic drags of his tongue this time around, aggressively guiding your hips to his favor. 

You tossed your head back, broken moans and expletives falling from your lips. You instinctively reached out, wanting to hold onto something: Yunho’s shaggy hair, your boyfriend, the warm sheets, or something, anything, when Mingi took hold of your wrists and held you still, his fingers slowly moving down to interlace with yours. “Oh my god–fuck, please…!” 

“Yes, that’s it, baby,” Mingi encouraged softly, giving your hands a gentle squeeze or two. “That’s my girl, being so good for us…”

Yunho’s hum vibrated through your lower half, his nose only bumping into your clit one more time, before a spray of arousal hit his moving tongue. It wasn’t until he could hear your juices splatter down onto his bare skin and the bed that his eyes rolled underneath his fluttering eyelids. “Oh my god…” He was so dizzy with lust, he was going to bust at any second, if he wasn’t careful. Just then, he noticed Mingi pulling you up into his arms, your back to his chest. He watched Mingi tilt your head until your lips met, throbbing at the sight of his tongue disappearing into your mouth. 

With Mingi’s arm snaking around your middle, his hand  cupping your sensitive cunt and his tongue down your throat, you opened your eyes to gaze at Yunho’s lips. Wanting to taste yourself, you lazily broke the kiss with Mingi, pulling Yunho closer to you, so close that you could still see drops of your arousal stuck to his glasses. “I taste like heaven, huh?” 

“Mm-hm…” Yunho pressed in closer, sandwiching you in between him and your boyfriend, his hands moving downwards to explore the closest expanse of skin, whether it was yours or Mingi’s. “I’ll show you.” 

Yunho’s tongue slid into your mouth before you had a chance to properly taste his lips, letting you taste your warm arousal instead. Just then, Mingi lifted your hips up and back down onto his stiff cock, not even moving, just wanting to feel the way you stretched open to accommodate him. It felt so good, he couldn’t help but throb, eyes shutting tight from the pleasure, immediately kissing back when your lips were back on his. You turned your head slightly to kiss each of them, your boyfriend and roommate taking turns swallowing each and every moan you let out, that is, until your lips and tongues met in the middle. 

Soon, you pulled away to take a much needed breath, unable to catch it, especially now that you realized the two men didn’t seem to stop like you did, instead tilting their heads in opposite directions to deepen the kiss, drool dripping along their chins. They both gripped your hips from either side, mutually guiding them up and down, just as Mingi began to thrust up into you, Yunho’s cock rubbing along your clit at the same time. Once your cunt squeezed around Mingi’s cock, he knocked his head back, forcing the string of saliva that connected their lips to break apart. “Fuck, baby– princess, you’re squeezing so tight…feels so good…” 

“Is she? I bet she’ll squeeze even harder with me inside,” Yunho panted near your ear, his head spinning, swearing all the blood in his body had traveled to his heavy cock. 

“What are you waiting for? Give it to me,” you gasped out, unable to control the volume of your voice, not when Mingi was slamming into you like a short-circuiting sex machine.

“Give it to her, Yun,” Mingi encouraged raspily, lifting your body up and lowering you back down, feeling your cunt slowly stretch open to fit the both of them inside and swallow them up completely. Once Yunho bucked his hips up, Mingi joined suit, their slick cocks rubbing along one another so quick, they would occasionally slip out, though they simply pushed back in and fucked you harder than before. “Oh, that’s it…oh, god…”

“I’m gonna–nnnngh,” Yunho cut his announcement off with a moan, gritting his teeth tight, pumping what seemed to be an endless load into your already used pussy. “Fuck, it really won’t stop…I’m gonna knock up your girlfriend, Min…” 

Just when you thought you would pass out, Mingi wrapped his arms tight around your middle, his hands laid flat against your stomach, swearing he could feel his roommate’s cock underneath the pads of his fingers. “What’s mine is yours,” Mingi sighed out, pulling out for a moment, just to force himself back in, shooting thick ropes of cum deep into your womb. Panting heavily, your boyfriend’s hands slid down along your abdomen, only having to pinch and rub at your clit for a moment, before you completely unraveled in between their heaving bodies. 

Yunho pulled his glasses off, not able to see past the fogged lenses, tossing them onto the bed. “You really mean that, Min?” he asked, leaning in closer. Not only did he have free rein with his roommate’s pretty little girlfriend, but Mingi seemed to be up for grabs as well. If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up. “Does that include you?” 

Mingi scoffed, his cheeks hot to the touch, hoping Yunho couldn’t feel how hard he just got. “Now, let’s not get carried away.” 

© kitten4sannie, 2024.

Mingi who instantly drops to his knees when he sees you in a skirt to press his face against your cunt

Mingi who gets pussy drunk the moment your scent fills his nostrils

Mingi who doesn't waste a second and just dives in, not bothered by your panties, licking and sucking your pussy till your cum drips down his chin

Mingi who loves to slap his dick across your cheek or tongue before pushing in in one go

Mingi who loves to deep throat you, squeezing your neck while doing so or pinching your nose for good measurement

Mingi who loves to caress or slap your ass every time he gets the chance to do so

Mingi who sweet talks you to finally let him fuck your ass.. in the end you did love it too

Mingi who loves to tease you in public, making you hot and bothered only for him to ignore you completely

Mingi who sends you voice messages in the morning which leads to phone sex most of the time

Mingi who finds it hot when you dress up for him in bed.. like when you put on the little bunny costume

Mingi who let's his members have their way with you while he watches

Mingi who loves to rub his cock against your pussy to get the both of you off, for him to paint your wet and swollen pussy with his cum

Mingi who is obsessed with your boobs and how pretty they look when they are stained with his spit and cum

Mingi who calls you his princess or doll

Mingi who loves to bite your lip when you make out

Mingi who wants you to touch yourself in front of him while he jerks himself off at your pace

You swore to yourself that you would never sleep with anyone that you worked alongside with. You were able to keep up with your streak, until you came across this hockey team that you were the new coach of. They went by Team Z. The players consisted of Park Seonghwa, Kang Yeosang, Choi Jongho, and the bane of your existence. 

Song Mingi

Ever since you got hired, he has been doing nothing but treating you poorly. The only time he doesn’t is when you guys need to practice. Since you’re the coach, you would only put him through rigorous exercises while the others carried on as normal. The three of them joked that you would do that since you had a secret crush on him. You denied it every time. After all

Why would you like someone that was giving you hell 24/7?

For protocol purposes, you didn’t put him through anything strenuous since you didn’t want to be held liable for possibly injuring him. However, it didn’t stop you from berating him every time he messed up on something small. Your hatred for him was immeasurable. And you made sure he knew it. 

“AGAIN!”

“COACH, COME ON!”

“I DON’T CARE! DO IT AGAIN UNTIL YOU GET IT RIGHT!”

Mingi groaned in annoyance as you told him to go through the routine again despite doing it perfectly the first few times. As he readied himself, you pressed the button on the machine so the hockey pucks would start flying out and try to go inside the goal that he was guarding. He was the only one on the icy field while everyone else was taking a break. Mingi was sweating and he looked like he was slowing down. His breathing was laboured and his vision was slowly fading in and out. However, that didn’t phase you one bit. You had this mental prejudice that if someone was the star player, they needed to work twice as hard. And who was the star player of Team Z?

Mingi

“Coach, I think you should let Mingi rest for a while. He’s been at this ever since we started.”

“No can do, Jongho. If he wants to be cocky, then he needs to be humbled.”

“Coach, I think he’s on the verge of passing out…”

That alarmed you. You turned away from Jongho momentarily to see Mingi bending on one knee and breathing heavily. However, instead of giving him a break, you barked out another order. 

“GET UP, SONG! WE’RE NOT DONE YET!”

Jongho’s eyes grew wide and he set down his water for a moment before skating over to Mingi. Before you could stop him, Yeosang stopped you and glared at you angrily before putting a hand up. 

“Seonghwa wants to talk to you, coach.”

You winced internally. Normally, Yeosang was the kindest player of the team. However, he was also the most observant. He noticed how you would always push Mingi past his limits and would only give him a break when practice was done. He finally understood just how much you hated him and he hated it. You nodded slowly and Yeosang side eyed you one more time before skating over towards Mingi as well. You sighed quietly and set down your clipboard on the bench before walking over to where Seonghwa was seated. 

His expression was unreadable. And it unnerved you horribly. You sat across from him and put on a professional face before looking up at him. Out of everyone on the team, Seonghwa was the scariest when mad. And boy did he look mad. Well shit. 

“I get that you hate Mingi. I get that he can be a bit much at times and I’ve told him to stop messing with you. But this is too fucking much. Settle your hatred outside of our practice. I don’t give a fuck. If your rivalry costs us the championship game against Team A, I will have you fired. You may be our coach, but we can replace you in a heartbeat. Are we clear?”

You nodded firmly as you tentatively listened to each of Seonghwa’s words. You couldn’t find it in your heart to tell Seonghwa off so you set your pride aside and reassured him that it won’t happen again. However, you were shocked when Seonghwa scoffed harshly and rolled his eyes at you. 

“You always say that! And yet here we are. Did you know that Mingi cried to me because of your harsh words?! HE EVEN TALKED ABOUT QUITTING AFTER THE CHAMPIONSHIP GAME, WHETHER WE WIN OR LOSE! ARE YOU PROUD OF YOURSELF?!”

Ok that you didn’t know. 

“Seonghwa, listen -”

“No no. You listen for once in your fucking life. This is hindering our team rhythm. Either you apologize or you quit. You got it?” 

You kept your mouth shut and nodded slowly. Seonghwa grunted in satisfaction before standing up and walking past you, purposefully bumping your shoulder as he did so. It hurt a bit, but not as much as it hurt your heart. Sighing deeply, you got up and brushed the dust off your shoulder before getting your clipboard and walking over towards the rink. 

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It had been three days since the incident with the captain of Team Z. You thought deeply about what he said and you knew what you had to do despite it being the cowardly way out. However, it was for the best. You could fathom being the reasons for many things, but messing up a team dynamic and a possible split? That was something you couldn’t fathom. As everyone gathered around, you sighed shakily and faced the four men. You didn’t want to do this, but unfortunately, you let your hatred go too far. As much as you hated Mingi, you couldn’t let him quit his dream job. With a heavy heart and a trembling voice, you spoke the words they definitely weren’t expecting to hear today. 

“Today is my last day here. I will talk to the manager about getting you a new coach before the championship game. I am deeply sorry for overworking you guys, especially Mingi. You don’t need someone like me. You guys are better off on your own. I realize that I am not a good coach nor will I ever be a good coach in the near future. Thank you guys for everything and once again, I’m sorry.”

You turned around and set down your clipboard, whistle, and ballcap before walking away quickly. The concerned voices of your soon-to-be former team didn’t reach your ears as you entered one of the empty locker rooms and found a secluded spot before sliding down against a wall and curling up into a ball before crying everything out. What a shame that it all ended. 

You were so wrapped up in your pity party that you didn’t notice the locker room doors open and heavy footsteps echoing around the vast space before heading in your direction. You didn’t want to look up so in your strongest voice, you spoke again. 

“Seonghwa, if you’re here to apologize, don’t. I deserve this. I’m never going to be good at anything so save your breath. Nothing you will say or do will convince me to stay.”

The figure crouched down in front of you and placed their hand on top of your head before lightly massaging your scalp in a comforting manner. You wanted to pull away, but your tears drained your energy so you leaned into their touch instead. As they came closer, you hid yourself even further. 

“Then perhaps my apology won’t work. But for what it’s worth, I should be the one to say sorry for everything.” 

Your head snapped up upon hearing the deep voice and your eyes widened to see the last person you weren’t expecting to comfort you. 

“Mingi?”

Mingi shushed you as his hand reached closer to wipe the remaining tears away from your face. His usual snark was gone and his once sharp eyes softened when they saw you in a saddened state. He sat down in front of you and moved closer. 

“Mingi, if you’re going to poke fun at me, save it. I already feel ridiculed enough. Just go away.”

“Not until you hear everything I have to say to you.”

Despite his voice being soft, it was firm. And serious. You sighed and fixed your position so your head was leaning back against the wall. Mingi closed his eyes and exhaled slowly before opening them to speak. 

“I was a dick to you. And for that, I’m sorry. The truth is, I thought the teasing was just that. Teasing. I didn’t know it would affect you that much. I just wanted to mess with you. However, I should’ve known my limits. I guess that was bad showmanship on my part. Maybe I should’ve expressed my liking towards you in a different way.”

Wait… did you hear that right?

“Yes. You heard me. I like you, Y/N. So much. I admire your tenacity, attention to detail, and logic. I also admire your fiery personality and sassy comebacks.” 

“But I was a bitch to you during practice -”

“It doesn’t matter. Despite the fact that you bark out orders, it has pushed me to become better.”

“Still though -”

“Enough, Y/N. What matters is that you apologized and felt remorseful for your actions. You’re good in my book.”

“What about the rest of your teammates?”

“I told them I’d talk to you. I started this. I need to end this.”

Mingi then grabbed your hands and helped you stand up before bringing you into a hug. You didn’t realize how much you needed this until you felt his strong arms wrap around your small frame firmly yet delicately. You hugged him back and you sobbed right into his chest. Mingi shushed you and whispered comforting and reassuring words in your ear as he held you close to him. With the way things are now, you both knew that you needed this and you felt your rivalry slowly washing away. 

Perhaps this is the start of a new friendship between you two. 

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It was the day of the championship game against Team A. You were giving Team Z a small pep talk whilst you laid out the plan on how they were going to win. After you finished giving them the lowdown on what will happen tonight, you gave them one last hurrah and sent them out into the rink. Mingi stayed behind and looked at you with an unfamiliar feeling in his eyes. 

“Mingi, what -”

Before you could finish your question, he leaned in and quickly pecked your lips before retracting himself and smirking at your flustered state. He then whispered in your ear. 

“Thanks for the pep talk, sweetheart.”

The way his husky voice sounded in your ear sent a shiver down your spine and you felt more flustered than before. Mingi sent a wink your way before putting on his helmet and skating into the rink. You sat down and held your clipboard tightly, channeling all your focus on your team and making sure they won. 

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Long story short, Team Z won. 

All of you went out to celebrate your victory by chowing down at an all-you-can-eat Korean barbecue place. As Jongho was grilling the meat, Yeosang and Seonghwa downed endless shots of soju whilst you watched them with admiration. You were detoxing yourself right now so you couldn’t drink. Mingi decided not to drink tonight so he was sitting beside you and watching his teammates as well. Yeosang said something and all of you burst out in giggles. Jongho and Seonghwa were full on laughing while you were smiling from ear to ear. 

That smile dropped when you felt Mingi place his hand on your thigh and squeeze lightly. 

You whipped your head around to see him smirk lazily as his thumb drew circles on your skin. You went still as Mingi inched his hand up even further. You felt his fingertips reach your inner thigh and that was enough for you to grab his wrist to stop his actions. However, this only made the man chuckle. 

“Mingi, not here! Please…”

“Then come back to the hotel with me.”

His voice got deeper and you nodded meekly before looking back at them. It seemed like the three of them were lost in their own world so you decided to take Mingi’s hand and lead him out of the restaurant and back to the hotel. 

“Where are they going?”

“Don’t know, don’t care. More shots! Cheers, guys!”

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“Mmm. You taste divine, baby girl. Fuck, I can’t believe I waited this long.”

You whimpered as you gripped Mingi’s hair and watched him eat you out like he was a starved man. Your legs were thrown over his bare shoulders and the man palmed himself through his jeans while he pushed his tongue in and out of your drenched core. 

“Mingi, please! I can’t -”

“You can, baby. Give me one more. Come on. One more for me.”

“Mingi, I -”

You cut yourself off when you felt another orgasm wash over you. However, this one was a lot more intense than the last few orgasms you emitted. You raised your head and blushed profusely when you saw him raise his head slowly from your legs. His face was covered with a lot more of your arousal. 

“I am so sorry -”

Mingi crawled on top of you and kissed you deeply, shoving his tongue in your mouth as he grabbed your way and pulled your body close to his. You tasted yourself on his lips yet you didn’t mind. You grabbed his shoulders to steady yourself, only for them to slide down his muscular arms when he laid you down gently on the bed again. He pulled away, a string of saliva appearing between your mouths as he did. 

“Don’t be. It was so fucking hot of you to squirt like that. Think you could do it again on my dick this time?”

You were speechless as he spoke those dirty words casually. In lieu of words, you pulled him back in for another kiss before moving his head downwards so he could kiss your neck. You heard the clinking of his belt being undone and the rustling of his jeans being shoved down. Once his boxers were off, you looked down and your eyes widened. 

His dick was huge!

“Mingi, it’s not going to fit.”

“Yes, it will. Don’t worry, baby.”

As he spoke in that husky voice you loved so much, Mingi grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach before raising your ass in the air and groaning at the sight of your glistening hole waiting to take him in. He grabbed a condom and rolled it on before slowly entering inside you. The tip was only in yet you couldn’t help but moan due to his massive size. 

“How are you still so tight? Fuck.”

He slowly kept inserting every inch of himself in until he bottomed out. He looked down at you and asked you something in a soft voice.

“Are you ok?”

You could only nod meekly. You’ve never felt this full before yet you didn’t complain. 

“You can move now.”

“Are you sure?”

To answer his question, you wiggled your hips slightly, moaning quietly as his shaft touched your walls lightly. Mingi threw his head back when he saw you fuck yourself on his cock. He grabbed your hips and made you stop moving before moving one of his hands to your hair and yanking it towards him. You let out a yelp and whimpered when Mingi licked a stripe up from the base of your neck to behind your ear. 

“Don’t. Let me.”

With those final words, he shoved your head back down to the mattress and held it there while he pulled out slowly and swiftly pushed back in. That first thrust had you arching your back and the man chuckled darkly before repeating his actions at a brutally fast pace. 

You didn’t think you’d enjoy backshots until you met him. 

His grip on your hips was tight and he occasionally smacked your ass whilst he took you from behind. In this moment, he let out all the stress and frustration that he endured from the never-ending practice sessions you put him through. Even though you guys were ok, he still needed to let it out. He found himself reaching his peak and he felt your walls tighten around him so he decided to help you reach your peak as well. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked on it harshly so you were pulled up and pressed against his front. As soon as your back met his  chest, he wrapped an arm around your waist and snuck his hand down to your clit before rubbing it quickly. You threw your head back on his shoulder, giving him access to mark up your neck. 

“Cum with me, baby.”

With a couple more thrusts, you squirted onto his dick and he stilled his movements before emptying himself into the condom. When you both came down from your highs, you felt him pull out, cringing slightly at the emptiness you felt. You plopped down on the bed while he threw the used condom in the trash. 

“I’ll be back.”

He walked briskly into the bathroom and came back out with a wet rag. He reached in between your legs and cleaned you up before cleaning himself up and throwing the rag on top of his dresser once he was done. He climbed into bed and pulled you close to him before kissing the top of your head.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, you heard the door slam open, and gasps emitted from three figures. The two of you raised your heads and saw Mingi’s teammates staring at you with wide eyes. 

“YOU GUYS FUCKED IN MY BED?!” 

Oops.