mingispelvis

Warnings: nicknames, mention of other members as friends, unprotected sex, oral sex female receiving, oral sex male receiving, pnv sex, finishing inside, shower sex, light spanking, light choking, very very light dom, very very light dumbification, sadly no daddy in this one because I wanted it to be vanilla but yall ought to know I would daddy tf out of johnny suh

You sat in the principal’s office, kicking your feet and picking at your nails (your mom’s voice echoing in your head to quit), while you waited for your buddy to arrive. Being a new student was hard, being a new student in a brand-new city was harder, but being a new student in a brand-new city starting high school? That’s hell. Your dad had accepted an incredibly lucrative job making an astronomical amount of money- or something like that- and your family had packed up and moved to Chicago, Illinois the second you stepped off the stage of your eighth-grade graduation. You knew nobody and you had no friends. You weren’t too popular at your old school, but you’d had a solid group of friends. Starting over was gonna suuuuuck.

“Miss y/l/n?” a voice came from the direction of one of the large office spaces and you lifted your head up. A tall woman in a dark purple pant suit approached you.

“Principal Washington. Nice to meet you again. It looks like there was a terrible mix up. I’m so sorry about this! You know we have you paired with a buddy to get you acclimated to the school since you’re new, but the person we paired you with...well…she doesn’t attend this school anymore. We had two Mary Margaret Smith’s entering the ninth grade, and…” the principal went on and on explaining the blunder, but you lost the ability to focus. Your mouth was hot, you began picking at your fingernails even faster, and your breathing got shallow. Alone. You’re gonna be alone.

“- figure this out as fast as possible.” The principal finished as you checked back into the conversation. She handed you a print out of your schedule and motioned for you to follow her. You made it to your first class, English, right as the first bell rang.

“Good luck, and welcome to Glenbrook!” Principal Washington patted your shoulder before taking off down the hall, click-clacking in her black, professional heels. You surveyed the classroom, trying to find a place to sit that would garner you the least amount of attention. You picked a seat by the window, third from the front. Not too conspicuous, but safe enough you could gaze out the window if you got too nervous. As the classroom filled up, you tried not to make eye contact with the girls squealing and hugging each other, boys dapping each other up and trying their best to use their deepest voices. The second bell rang and your teacher stood at the front, shushing the class to direct their attention towards him.

“Welcome back everyone and welcome to homeroom. I’m Mr. Fitz. Let’s start off by getting out a piece of paper and writing one fun fact about yourself on it. I’ll collect them and then we can guess whose fact is whose!”

The whole class groaned collectively, but started pulling out paper and pens.

“Hey,” a voice next to you half-whispered. “Can I borrow a pen? I left my case in my locker like an idiot.” You turned to the offending voice, stressed about already being spoken to six seconds into class, and saw the most beautiful male specimen you’d ever seen in your life. He had shaggy brunet hair, bronze skin, full lips, and long legs. Your mouth threatened to hang open, so you quickly handed him the pen in your hand, heart leaping when his fingers brushed yours. “Thanks, bro.” he responded, turning away without a second glance. The teacher collected the papers and began reading out the fun facts. With each fact, the class immediately shouted out a name of who it belonged to. Of course, they all know each other. You shrunk lower and lower into your seat, dreading the moment your stupid fact would come up and no one would know your name.

“Ok, next up,” Mr. Fitz prepared, “I’ve been playing the piano since I was three. Whose fun fact could that be?”

“That’s got to be John! He’s so good at the piano.” A girl up front said. She spun around, twirling her blonde ringlets and looked right at the boy next to you, fluttering her lashes. His name is John.

“Nah not me. I do play, but…Amanda my fact has already been read, remember?” John said, smiling kindly.

"Oops! I can be so ditzy sometimes!" Amanda, smiled, her attempts at flirting suffocating the room. Murmurs continued until your savior spoke up.

“It must be you, new kid! What’s your name?” John turned to you, that kind smile heating up your heart. You told the class and admitted it was your fact. You were met with hums and nods.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, and welcome to Glenbrook.” Mr. Fitz concluded. “Let’s talk about the syllabus now so we can start off the year strong!”

As Mr. Fitz flipped through the pages of the syllabus, you heard that same half-whisper from your right. “Hey,” John tilted his head your way, “you know your way around this place? I saw you come in with Principal Washington. Where’s your buddy?” he asked.

“Mary Margaret doesn’t go here anymore.” You responded, barely above a whisper.

“Oh yeah? Bummer.” John scribbled something onto his syllabus. “Hand me your schedule.”

You did as you were told, hoping to have those long fingers brush over yours again, to no avail.

“We practically have the same schedule except two periods. I’m taking choir instead of band, and Spanish instead of Korean. I’m Korean so I kinda already know it. Stick with me, I’ll show you around.” John said, matter-of-factly as he handed you back your schedule, eyes never leaving the front of the classroom.

“Y-you don’t have to do that…” you stuttered, nervous about having such an attractive man towing you around.

“Nonsense. It’s my pleasure.” John turned to smile at you again.

That day marked the beginning of a friendship you would never forget.

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By September, you and John had become good friends, by October, best friends, and by winter break, the two of you were inseparable- dating rumors constantly swirling around. Unfortunately for the both of you, you were such good friends, you found the thought of dating each other repulsive. You would go to John’s house and play video games, sit together at lunch, find each other during study halls, and even hang out on the weekends. Of course, he introduced you to a very nice group of girls that also played instruments so you could have some “real friends” as he put it, and you did hang with them, but John was your ride or die. By the end of ninth grade, you were excited to spend the entire summer with him.

“I’m thinking of doing a lifeguard job for summer. What about you?” you asked as you munched on chips, feet dangling off John’s bed. He spun around in his computer chair to face you.

“Oh shit, munchkin I forgot to mention. I don’t even know how I forgot this. I go to South Korea every summer to…”, John stuttered, as if he was about to say something he shouldn’t have, “see my family. I won’t be back until late July.”

At this, you sat up. Three months without John? How could you cope?

“No, dude! Are you serious? Do you have to go?” you whined.

“Yeah. I want to go. I love…my family. It’s a good time. And I’ll give you an app you can use to contact me. It just came out. It’s called Kakao.” John turned back to the computer and pulled up the website to download Kakao. “See? It’s cute. Just like my munchkin.” John mocked you.

Munchkin. He’d been using that name ever since you both tried out for the fall play as a joke. It was the Wizard of Oz. John was chosen as the cowardly lion, and you were chosen as a munchkin in the Lollipop Guild.

“I’m not your fucking munchkin, Johnny-wonny!” you kicked at him, but he swatted your leg.

“Hey! Maybe you can come with me one day!” John tried to appease you but your pedal assault on him did not let up. Maybe one day I will, you thought.

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You’d expected to drift from John throughout the next few years, but your bond just became closer. Girls’ nights were always interrupted by a text message, handsy dates scared off, and rumors still swirled that the two of you were secretly married with a kid you were hiding in the band room. By senior year, John had rocketed to a towering six foot two, almost a full foot above where your height ended. Despite being the shy yet incredibly smart girl stereotype, you could get a little crazy when you were with your girls. In celebration of getting into your number one college, your girl group took a trip to the beach for spring break. If you knew just how the pictures of you in your bikini, skin sun-kissed, effected John, your friendship would crack- he just knew it- so he settled for a like on facebook, and a comment saying “move munchkin I can’t see wendy”.

Prom came and your girl group got a hotel room (if your parents knew you weren’t at Wendy’s, they would have killed you twice). Everyone just knew you’d be going with John, but there was no need. You’d see him there eventually. This was your last hoo-rah with the girls who had been there for you since you were a brace-faced weirdo. It didn’t surprise you when John won prom king. It didn’t surprise you when Amanda, the girl who’d been flirting with John for four straight years won prom Queen. And it really didn’t surprise you when she went in for a kiss with John and he turned his head as fast as he could, opting for a side-hug to shield Amanda from embarrassment (always the gentleman, that John).

What did surprise you, was the day after your graduation party. It was the second time ever that John lied to you.

The first, was when you went out with Kevin Nguyen in tenth grade. You asked John if he thought you and Kevin would last forever. He said yes. Four months later when you came bursting in his front door at 8pm, mascara streaking down your face, after Kevin dumped you for- you guessed it- Amanda, John said “I knew he’d do this. I’m gonna punch his stupid face in.” Your sniffling and heaving stopped momentarily as you looked up from John’s protective hug.

“You…knew? You said we’d last forever, Johnny. What did you know?” you accused him, freeing yourself from his oppressive grip.

“No, munchkin, I didn’t know. I heard that-“

“What did you HEAR then, John?” you said a little louder than you meant to, dropping the amorous nickname.

“Shh! My mom and dad are asleep! I just meant…Kevin has a track record and Amanda really hates you because you and I are friends and I just…I hoped it wouldn’t happen but..” John avoided your piercing gaze as he rubbed the back of his neck, wishing he hadn’t said anything.

“You’re unbelievable, John Jun Suh. You’re un-be-fucking-lievable.” You grabbed a random sweatshirt off of his dresser and stormed out of John’s house. Even if his smell was the only thing that could comfort you, you didn’t want to see his stupid face. That was the first lie, and the longest time the two of you went without speaking. Seven full days.

The second time John lied to you, well, the second time you found out, was when the two of you were sitting in the bed of John’s truck, looking up at the stars, enjoying the warm summer night.

“Munchkin,” John started.

“What’s up Johnny-wonny.” You sipped on a beer, not knowing your world was about to crash down.

“I’m…I’m so sorry.” John stuttered. You sat up, feeling the heaviness of the situation.

“Johnny what’s wrong?” you turned to face him. The stars illuminated him just enough that you could see the hurt on his face.

“I lied to you. I’ve been lying to you. I love you, and I trust you, you’re my best friend, but I had to lie to you and I’m so sorry about that I just really need you to understand that this wasn’t my decision, well, it was but that it really wasn’t and-“

You cut him off.

“Johnny, slow down. Start from the beginning. What lie?” your heart was hammering in your chest.

“Ok.” John took a deep breath. “What I’m about to tell you, you can’t tell anyone. Not ‘can’t tell anyone but you’ll tell Wendy and them’, not ‘I’ll tell my mom or my dog or my stuffed animals’. No. You cannot. Tell. Anyone.” John stared at you in a way you had only seen a handful of times- a look that rarely crossed his light-hearted, goofy face. He was dead serious.

“I promise, John. 100%. On the lollipop guild.” You used the phrase coined from the same play your nickname originated- solidifying your promise.

“I’m not going to college with you. WAIT!” John intercepted you before you could respond. “Let me finish. It’s important. I’m not going to college with you. I’m not going to college at all. Remember those summers in Korea when I was ‘visiting my family’-“ John emphasized with air quotes, “well I wasn’t. I was training. Every summer I went to South Korea to train in singing and dancing so I could be a Korean pop star. And now I’m finished. I’m…I’m going to debut. I’m going to be in a group called NCT and I’m going to sing and dance in Korea and it’s my dream come to life and I’m so fucking excited.”

You wore frozen solid. Your brain could barely process what was happening. Goofy John. Johnny-wonny. Your best friend, your confidant, your right-hand man, being a famous star on the other side of the world. The air was heavy and you knew your next words would make or break the friendship.

“Johnny that’s…that’s…that’s fucking incredible!!!” You lurched at John, grabbing him into a hug and toppling him over with a muted thud onto the metal floor of the truck bed. You squealed into his torso as you wiggled back and forth in excitement.

“I can’t believe my best friend is gonna be fucking famous!!! You have to tell me everything!!!” your grin dropped as you noticed the look on John’s face.

“Johnny why aren’t you excited…what’s wrong…you just said this was your dream?” your hands went limp as they slid off John’s body. He sighed deeply, squeezing his eyes together like he was about to do something painful.

“I can’t talk to you anymore.” John’s eyes didn’t open.

“Did..did I do something wrong?” your heart fell and your mouth got hot.

“No, munchkin, no no. We aren’t allowed to have cellphones or social media or talk to anyone but our parents really. It’s…it’s just how it goes.” John explained.

“I can..I can write you a letter? Or visit? Or-“

“No. The contract is…it’s ironclad.” John laughed a defeatist laugh as he ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve been dreading this day. Munchkin, I’m really gonna fucking miss you.”

The silence was deafening and the night air was suffocating.

“When do you leave?” your voice was meek.

“Tomorrow.” John sniffed. You couldn’t see the tears, but you knew they were there. You snuggled closer to John and held him. He held you back. The two of you sat in silence, savoring the moment, until you couldn’t any longer. John broke the silence.

“My flight is at 10.”

“I’ll be at your house at 7:55 sharp.” You responded, numbly, barely able to believe this was even happening.

“Munchkin?”

“Yeah Johnny?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I mean it. Even if you think I’m gonna forget about you when Beyoncé and I are on a yacht drinking champagne out of an elephant skull-“ John’s laughter bounced your head up and down, the low rumble vibrating through your body.

“Beyoncé wouldn’t hang out with a scrub like you, Johnny-wonny!” you slapped playfully at his arm that was wrapped around you, laughing as well.

With a sigh, you pushed yourself off of him.

“Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Go kick ass in Korea, John.” You mustered up a smile.

“I will munchkin. I promise you, I will.”

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It had been over ten years since you graduated from high school. You were no longer a dorky, brace-faced teen, unsure of yourself or your path in life. You had blossomed into a beautiful, strong woman, intimidating to all men who dared step in your line of sight. You gained promotion after promotion, working your way to senior level quickly. Your body was healthy, curves dangerously inviting. Your tongue was sharp and your attitude sharper. You were confident. You were bold. You were single.

“Girl we have got to get you out for just one night! Please!” your best friend, Ester, was sitting on your couch with a glass of red wine, pleading with you for the umpteenth time.

“No! You know clubs are not my vibe. I like a dimly lit restaurant or a quiet night in.” You responded, plopping down on the couch next to her with your own glass of red. You looked over at Ester and her big, brown eyes were pleading with you.

“Maybe…next…month?” you struggled to get the words out.

Ester squealed in excitement, grabbing the remote from your coffee table to flip on the TV. Your youtube was still up from the last time you watched, and Ester took it upon herself to start scrolling through your recommended videos.

“Girl what is this weird music you listen to? Where’s Beyoncé? Where’s Adele? Who is Ashnikko!?”

“Beyoncé and Adele are there and Ashnikko is amazing!” you rebutted, attempting to swipe the remote from her with no avail.

“These artists are soooo weird! Wait, these guys are cute.” Ester stopped on a random video. You looked up, squinted, and your jaw dropped.

“Ester click that video. Holy shit.”

“I know right? They’re all so fine. I should really stop avoiding kpop.” Ester clicked the video. As it loaded, you stood, slowly inching your way towards your wall-mounted big screen.

“Ester…” your heart was beating faster and faster.

“Move! I can’t see the cute boys!” Ester shooed you away with her hand, but you were in another world.

There he was. In the center of your screen. Your best friend from a lifetime ago.

You spun on your heel and ran to your room. Ester’s eyes were locked on the screen, barely noticing your absence.

You plonked down on your floor, knees barely able to withstand the assault, and reached under your bed for your shoebox of mementos. You flipped the lid and grabbed a stack of photos. Rushing back to your living room, you shoved the glossy picture in Ester’s face.

“Johnny!” you screamed, disbelief coating your exclamation. Ester’s eyes focused on the photo, then back to the screen, then the photo again. Snatching it out of your hands, Ester jumped to her feet.

“JOHNNY YOUR HIGHSCHOOL BEST FRIEND IS A KPOP STAR!?!?!?”

“I KNOW I CAN’T…I KNOW!”

“HOLY SHIT Y/N!”

“I KNOW!!!!”

The two of you went back and forth like this until you realized the song on the screen had ended, and another random kpop group had begun to sing. After the two of you had calmed down, Ester spoke.

“You gotta go see him.”

“Are you crazy?” you gave Ester an incredulous look. “How? There’s like 80 people I’d have to go through to get to him. And he probably doesn’t even remember me.”

Ester grabbed your hand and pointed to your wrist, reminding you of the friendship bracelet that used to adorn it. A hand-made, shaggy thing with two beads on it- J, and (the first letter of Y/N)- that had fallen off long ago. You and Johnny had made matching pairs in a required “mental health/art expression assembly” your freshman year.

“You don’t think he still has his? Because I know yours is in that shoebox under your bed. You probably slung it across your room trying to find this photo.” Ester’s words just caused your heart to beat faster.

“How would I even go about finding him?” you asked, more questioning yourself than actually asking. You started picking at your nails.

Ester slapped your hands lightly. “Stop picking your nails. Also, my cousin still lives in Korea and I’m pretty sure her boyfriend does sound work for one of the companies there. Lemme ask her how to get in contact.”

You took a deep breath in to settle yourself. There’s no way you’d be able to contact him after all this time. Don’t get excited.

“Ok. Sure. Ask her to ask him to ask whoever.” You waved your hand in the air, as if to dismiss the idea from existence. “What do you want to watch.”

“More NCT! I want to see your hot boyfriend.” Ester grinned, teasingly.

“Ok first off, he was NEVER my boyfriend. Gross.” You kicked at her.

“Yeah yeah. All of us had a boy best friend from fourteen to eighteen years old and never even tried anything with them.”

“Yes! We didn’t! We never did anything! He was like an older brother to me!” You yelled back.

But that was a lie, and you knew it.

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It was after the Kevin Nguyen fiasco. The seven days you and John didn’t speak. On the eighth day, he texted you a picture of a lollipop. You ignored him. He texted you another picture, of a munchkin from the Wizard of Oz. You ignored him. The next day, he sat beside you at lunch, which he hadn’t often done since you found your group of friends from band a year ago. He put all of his tater tots on your tray, and waited.

“Thanks.” You responded.

“You’re welcome.” He said.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized.

“I know.”

“He sucks.”

“I know.”

That Friday, you’d gone over to John’s, as usual, to tell him what actually happened.

“From, like, a guy’s perspective. What did I do wrong? Why did he choose Amanda over me?” You were laying on your coveted spot on John’s bed. John was sitting in his computer chair, loading up a game.

“Well, munchkin, I’m gonna be brutally honest. Amanda puts out.” John responded matter-of-factly, without his eyes ever leaving his computer screen.

“Like…second base?” You pushed yourself up from laying on your stomach and sat on your knees instead, inching closer to John's desk.

“Like…all the way…” John’s eyes widened, expressing the magnitude of his statement.

“She’s not a virgin?” You whispered, eyes widening as well. “I’ve never even kissed a guy and Amanda’s…” you flopped down to end your sentence, punctuating it with a groan.

“You’ve never kissed anyone?” at this John spun to face you.

You buried your head in your hands. “No. I’m a loser, Johnny.”

“So, am I a loser too?”

You looked up, expecting that famous John grin. Instead, you got a serious face. His question hanging in the air, its meaning heavy.

You didn’t answer, your cheeks getting hot. You buried your head in your hands again.

“I guess I am.” John kissed his teeth and turned back around to his game. You heard the music of his fighting game start up.

“What do I do?” You asked, question muffled by your face digging into the navy-blue sheets on his bed.

“What do you want to do?” John asked back, keyboard clicking as he started up his first level.

“I want Kevin to choose me. But I don’t want to…put out.” You sat up again, huffing and pouting. “No. I don’t want Kevin to choose me. I don’t want to put out. But I want to be kissed so I can say that I kissed someone and it wasn’t that loser weirdo Kevin Nguyen.” You were adamant in your arrival.

“Then kiss someone.” It always seemed like John was barely listening, but he always responded to you.

“Who? No boys know I exist.”

“I know you exist.”

“You’re not a boy.”

John raised an eyebrow. “This dick between my legs begs to differ.”

“Nooo you’re like…an older brother.”

“Ouch. Not even a best friend.” John’s character died and the music played a descending chord. He didn’t restart the game.

Silence wafted between the two of you. You shifted to sitting cross-legged on his bed, and started picking at your fingernails.

John spun to face you. “What if- stop picking your nails-“ he swatted at your hands, “what if…I helped you. From, like, a guy’s point of view or whatever you said.”

“How?” you asked, even though, by the rapid increase in your heart rate, you already knew how.

“What if,” John chewed on his bottom lip, “what if I-“

You interrupted him. “If I can’t pick my nails, you can’t chew your lip!” you pointed, accusatorially at his face.

John rolled his eyes, and continued his proposition even louder, “What if! I kissed you.” He couldn’t make eye contact with you.

“Like… a real kiss?”

“Yeah. We just…we can get it over with. We can practice within the safety of our friendship or whatever.” John was still looking at the floor.

“Ok. Do you know what to do?” your voice was barely a whisper.

“I watch porn. That’s close enough, right?” John grinned, knowing exactly how to relieve the tension.

“Ew!!!!! Weirdo!!!!” you began lightly slapping John with your hoodie sleeves. John grabbed both of them, and pulled you close. At this, your breathing hitched. He stood up, and you got on your knees at the edge of the bed. It was quiet, and you could hear your heart beating in your ears. John let go of your sleeves and put one hand on your waist, the other on your cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut and your breathing got faster. As his lips met yours, you relaxed. It felt weirdly right. You parted your lips slightly, sucking lightly on Johnny’s bottom lip. The kiss was short, but when you pulled back, your heart was practically leaping out of your chest.

“Was that ok?” John whispered, still holding you.

You leaned in again, reaching to put your arms around John’s neck. It wasn’t perfect, your teenage spit-swapping, but, man, did it feel good. John pulled you in closer, testing the waters with his tongue. You let him in, not sure what to do, but wanting to do whatever it was John wanted. After a few minutes of awkward, unsure making out, John pulled back.

“Hey, uh, my parents will be home soon so you should, uh, probably go.” His cheeks were flushed, lips plump, and he sat back down in his computer chair and crossed his legs.

You were young, but you weren’t stupid. You’d been feeling him slowly hardening the entire time, but you said nothing.

“Yeah. You’re right. I’ll see you, Johnny.” You quickly hopped off his bed and left.

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Johnny was your first kiss. And you knew no kiss had ever compared to it. Your friendship was still completely normal afterwards- you never spoke of the kiss again. You did sometimes get a little tingle if you looked at Johnny too long, but he was your friend, and that’s it. Right?

You came back from reminiscing and Ester had chosen some random reality show to watch. She was speaking to you.

“What?” you shook your head, as if to throw the memory out and clear your head.

“My cousin responded. She said her boyfriend has a contact at SM that may be able to work your request up the ladder. Especially if you have proof you knew Johnny.”

Your damn heart, for the millionth time tonight, panged against your ribcage.

It’s really happening.

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Two weeks later, on a Tuesday afternoon, your phone rang. You had just shut your office door behind you with your foot, hands full of stacks of papers. Plopping the papers down on your desk, you answered your phone.

“How many days in advance do you have to give vacation notice? And how many days vacation do you have?” Ester’s voice radiated through your office.

“Hello to you too, Ester.”

“Answer the question, bitch, don’t play with me! Vacation!” Ester joked. You could hear the smile on her face.

You kicked off your heels and massaged your aching feet as you answered. “I can do whatever I want, whenever I want, honestly. But for professionalisms sake, two to four weeks’ notice, and I can’t be gone more than a month. Why do you ask?”

“My cousin did it.” Ester’s grin was even more audible.

“Did what?” you were barely listening as you started shuffling the papers on your desk into their proper piles. You didn’t really want to go with Ester to some remote hiking location again, and you knew that’s where this was headed.

“Girl. Focus. My cousin? Dating the kpop dude? You’re gonna see your highschool boo-thang.”

You gasped. You didn’t mean to, but you’d honestly forgotten about the whole debacle.

“What? How? What? When? What?” You were stumbling and stuttering in disbelief.

“Come to mine after work. I’ll give you allll the dirty deets. Obviously I’m coming too, but just as an excuse to see my halmoni (an: grandmother) and halaboji (an: grandfather) and get cheap skin care. Skin care is so expensive in the states. Did you ever try that new elderberry toner I told you to get?” Ester had moved on from what could possibly be the most exciting moment of your life.

“Ester…I gotta get back to work, but I’ll see you tonight. I love you.” You were somehow able to respond coherently despite feeling like you were in a daze. You were going to see your best friend again.

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Exactly one month from your phone conversation with Ester, you landed in South Korea. The plan was to surprise Johnny at a restaurant after a promotional event. He would be with only a few of his teammates, so any photos taken wouldn’t seem suspicious. You were about to jump out of your skin from excitement, but also fear. What if he didn’t recognize you? What if he didn’t remember you? Or even worse, what if he didn’t care? Every time you started picking your nails, Ester would slap your hands and remind you that you and Johnny were as thick as thieves for a major portion of your lives.

“And wait until he sees this BODY-ODY-ODY!” Ester slapped your ass playfully. “He’ll remember you for SURE!”

“Ugh isn’t it time for you to go see your grandparents!?” you teased back. Tonight was the night. Ester had stopped by your hotel to help you get ready. You wore a sexy black dress, heels, and your hair in a bun. Your makeup and jewelry were elegant, and you smelled heavenly. You were a showstopper and a jaw dropper, you just hoped Johnny would want to talk to you.

“Yes, yes, I’m leaving. Your car is here too so get moving. Tell me EVERYTHING.” Ester hooked her arm in yours as you both left your hotel suite.

Arriving at the restaurant, a man in a black suit greeted you, and walked you to the back- the discrete entrance. You felt out of place, and incredibly nervous. He introduced himself as an SM liaison, and led you to the private room you, Johnny, and three other NCT members would be dining in.

“Johnny will be here in about five minutes. Haechan, Mark, and Jaehyun are with him. They know you’ll be here, but Johnny doesn’t. He only knows there’s a surprise visitor.” The man spoke kindly to you, relaying the plan.

“He…you didn’t tell him it was me? What if he doesn’t remember?” your eyes widened in fear.

“The team has it handled. Don’t worry, miss.” The man bowed, and then left the room. You didn’t even have time to pull out your handheld mirror to check your makeup before you heard footsteps and commotion down the hall. You stood up and you were so, so sure your heart was physically freeing itself from the confines of your ribcage. Mark entered first, then Haechan, Jaehyun followed, then finally, Johnny.

He looked unreal. Paler, taller, more refined. Jawline sharper, lips poutier, even more beautiful than you remembered. He smiled politely at you, about to bow to you as if you were a stranger, when his eyes got wide and his mouth hung open.

“Are you serious!? Munchkin!?” Johnny grinned widely, eyes sparkling in surprise.

“Hi Johnny-wonny.” You smiled just as hard.

“Holy shit!” Johnny strode towards you and lifted you up in a massive hug, spinning you around for good measure. He put you down and leaned back to get a good look.

“Holy shit!” He said again. “You guys! This is her! This is my best friend from high school!” Johnny didn’t let go of your waist as he pointed you out to his members in the room.

“We know!” Mark nodded, smiling as if he was experiencing the surprise as well.

“I can’t believe this! Sit! Sit! I have so much to tell you! You have so much to tell me! We have so much to tell each other!” Johnny couldn’t stop smiling, and neither could you.

The conversation flowed naturally. It was like you had just seen Johnny yesterday. You told embarrassing stories of high school Johnny, like when his voice cracked as he sang in front of the entire school, and his bandmates did the same, like when his voice cracked as he sang in front of all of his fans.

“I’m serious! He tried to jump the fence and it ripped his pants! He had to wear shorts from the lost-and-found the entire rest of the day!” you regaled, causing tears to stream down the faces of Johnny’s friends.

“Bro, I can totally see that happening to you!” Mark fell over onto Johnny, laughing so hard he could barely contain himself. Johnny took it all in stride, enjoying just hearing your laugh again.

“You know it totally makes sense why you guys were suddenly asking me about my past these last few weeks. They asked me to talk about my time in Chicago and my friends there. I even got out some of my old photos and stuff.” Johnny explained happily.

“I did too. When Ester and I found out you were famous.” You responded. You couldn’t take your eyes off Johnny.

“Is your friendship bracelet as raggedy as his?” Haechan hiked an accusatory thumb at Johnny, raising his eyebrows.

Your heart skipped a beat. He kept it. “You kept wearing it?” your voice was light and airy in disbelief.

“Well, no. I had to take it off, but I kept it on as long as I could. When I had to take it off, I kept it with my watches.” Johnny admitted.

“Mine fell off junior year of college. In the shower, funnily enough. Almost slid down the drain. I would have cried.” You told the men.

Johnny put his arm around you. “You really thought about me huh, Munchkin.” Johnny grinned.

“Yeah. I looked for you too. But for the life of me I couldn’t remember the group you said you’d be in. I tried CTT, PCT, NPC…and after a while I gave up looking. I knew you’d show up. I knew you’d kick ass and be famous.” You rubbed Johnny’s hand on your shoulder and gazed into his eyes. You’d come to recognize the love with which he looked at you. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the soju, but Johnny looked so good, and the way he looked at you made you nervous. Why does Johnny make you nervous? He’s the same Johnny from high school that used to shove your face in his armpits after he worked out. 

“And I never forgot that I promised to keep talking to you even when…what was it I said? I was drinking out of Beyoncé’s skull?” Johnny’s face scrunched up in thought.

“Yo, what the fuck?” Mark’s loud voice reverberated throughout the private room.

“No! It was drinking with Beyoncé out of a skull.” You corrected him. “Out of an elephant skull! Drinking champagne with Beyoncé out of an elephant skull! On a yacht!” Johnny snapped his fingers with each ridiculous fact he remembered. The group doubled over in laughter.

The late afternoon turned early evening, the plates were finished, and bellies full.

“Munchkin, come back to the apartment. I don’t want you to leave yet. We don’t have schedule the upcoming week so Mark, Jaehyun, Yuta and I were gonna get real drunk. Whaddya say?” Johnny hadn’t unwrapped his arm from your shoulder. He looked at you with lids low, pleading, smirking. You couldn’t say no.

The early evening quickly turned to late evening at Johnny’s apartment. Johnny sipped on some wine, as did you, while the other men took turns taking shots, screaming in Korean, and having a good time. Johnny hadn’t let go of you, still. Around 11pm, he whispered in your ear.

“You look like you’re winding down. You never could handle too much excitement before your social battery ran out. Let me take you home.”

You were sitting on his lap, his large hands cupping one of your thighs.

“Oh, it’s ok Johnny. I can make it just fine on my own.”

“Nonsense. I’m a gentleman.”

The two of you got up to leave. Immediately the drunken men began to oooh and whoop.

“We’re just friends! It’s not like that!” the response came out of your mouth like a habit after years of explaining the friendship you and Johnny had. This time, though, it hurt to say. Why did it hurt? Johnny was- is…your friend.

“Johnny, seriously. You don’t have to go with me. I understand being seen with some random girl would be terrible for your reputation and could get you in huge trouble.” “It’s no big deal. I’m going.” Johnny slipped on his shoes.

“It’s not a good idea. It could really be terrible for your job. You worked so hard for this and I don’t want you to-“

Johnny grabbed your wrist and you gasped. He slowly slid his hand down to intertwine with yours. He flipped it, put it up to his lips, and kissed the back of your hand. Towering over you he spoke, voice deep and slow. “Don’t fight me, Munchkin.” He kept his hand in yours as he walked you towards the garage. He called someone and spoke to them in Korean. When you arrived at the car, a driver opened the door for the two of you, and you slid into the back of a very spacious van.

The driver took off towards your hotel, and you suddenly became very hot. You were hot and nervous. You were alone with Johnny, hot, and nervous. Holy shit. Why were you so nervous around your friend? Talking to him was so easy. It was like you picked up right where the two of you had left off in Chicago. You turned to look at him, and he was already looking at you. He placed his hand on your thigh again and squeezed.

Oh. That squeeze travelled directly up and between your legs. Oh…no. I’m…I’m turned on by Johnny Suh. My friend. My friend and international pop star who's really fucking hot.

Johnny was lightly rubbing your thigh at this point and the tension in the air became unbearable. You wondered if Johnny felt it too. Looking over at him, you knew for sure he did. When the street lights zipping by occasionally illuminated his face, you could see he was biting his lip- breathing heavily trying his best to contain himself. You put your hand over his, and he stopped rubbing your thigh abruptly, afraid he’d gone too far. You lightly stroked his hand, a sign that he could keep going. You couldn’t look at him. You looked out the window, with Johnny to your right, just like the first day you met him. As the driver pulled up to your hotel, you spoke.

“Thanks for coming with me. You didn’t have to.”

“A true gentleman should walk a lady to her door, no?” Johnny’s smile was genuine.

“Absolutely not.” You shook your head.

Johnny’s face dropped. “You don’t want me to come up?”

“I don’t want you to be seen coming up with me.” You emphasized as you prepared to step out of the car. Johnny grabbed your wrist again. You couldn’t turn to face him. You couldn’t bring yourself to step out of the car and leave, but you also couldn’t bear somehow, possibly, being the end of his career. You took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. Reaching into your bag, you pulled out a hotel key. Still facing away from Johnny, you spoke softly,

“Executive suite on the 11th floor. The one on thze right when you leave the elevator. Scan to get up to the floor. Please. Don’t let anyone see you. Wait ten minutes before you come up. I’ll be counting so don’t try and come earlier.” You hopped out of the car, leaving the hotel key in the seat.

On the way up to your hotel room, you had time to think clearly. How did you want to play this? Johnny was still your oldest, closest friend. You decided to let things roll naturally. You’d prepared for the eventuality of having a fling in Korea, you just didn’t think it’d be with your best friend, the international pop star. Reaching your hotel room, you quickly cleaned up your clothes (thrown haphazardly around the room by Ester) freshened up, and got out a surprise to put in your bathroom- just in case things went right. You slipped into comfy sweats and a tank, with no bra. Right as you sat down on the edge of your giant king bed, you heard the lock disengage on your door.

“Munchkin, are you decent?” Johnny asked, thinking God I hope she’s not.

“Yeah. I’m in the bedroom. Come on back.”

Johnny walked into the bedroom and sucked in a breath. Your nipples were incredibly visible through your tank. You knew this, of course.

“Oh! I’m sorry! Let me cover myself.” You feigned innocence, reaching for your sweatshirt.

“No! It’s ok, Munchkin. I’ve seen tits before.” Johnny responded. He sat next to you on the bed. “You looked incredible tonight.” He expressed, placing a tentative hand on your thigh.

“Thanks, Johnny. You look so different.” “How so?” “You’re taller, somehow. And you’re almost white as a ghost!” you poked at Johnny’s face. He laughed a hearty laugh. You let your hand slide against his jawline. “Your jawline is sharper…” you kept sliding down his neck and shoulders. “Your muscles are…well you have some, now.”

Johnny placed the hand that was on your thigh on your waist. He looked deep in your eyes.

“Munchkin I gotta say. I didn’t think you could get any hotter but goddamn. I mean, your body was crazy when we were friends but fuck.” He raked his eyes over your figure.

You pulled back.

“You looked at me like that when we were teens!?” you had a quizzical look on your face.

“Yeah I…I had a little crush on you. It ebbed and flowed. But our friendship was what was most important.” Johnny leaned in even closer to you.

“But now…our friendship means nothing. Cool. I see.” You pulled away from Johnny completely.

“No! Of course, it means more!” Johnny leaned back, reaching for you.

You stood.

“I think it’s time for bed. I’m gonna get ready.” You headed off to the bathroom.

Johnny’s heart dropped, his mouth agape at the complete 180 you’d made. How could he have fucked that up so badly? What he didn’t know was this was all part of your plan. In the bathroom, you grabbed your surprise. A sheer, red teddy, with feathers around the cuffs. Matching red bra and panty set underneath, with a black bow in the middle, and thigh high red socks. You’d remembered Johnny saying once how he thought a movie character was so sexy in thigh high socks. You’d hit him playfully for objectifying women.

“Hey, munchkin.” You heard Johnny’s dejected voice from the bedroom as you opened the bathroom door.

“Yeah Johnny-wonny?”

“I’m so sorry. I’m gonna go ahead and leave.”

You stepped out, walking slowly towards Johnny, who had his head in his hands.

“Huh? I said it was time for bed. You didn’t want to go to bed with me?” You used your most seductive voice.

Johnny looked up and his eyes widened. He stood quickly, mouth hanging open slightly.

“You tricked me, oh fuck you! You had me thinking I fucked up!” Johnny grabbed your waist again, grinning.

“Do you remember when we had our first kiss? After Kevin Nguyen dumped me?” you asked.

“Mmmhmmm.” Johnny responded, biting his lip and rubbing his thumbs up and down your waist.

“That was the best kiss I ever had.”

“Can we please stop talking?" Johnny leaned down and began placing kisses on your neck, heading up your jaw.

You giggled and began pulling Johnny to the bed. He couldn’t hold it in any longer and kissed you hungrily as he walked the rest of the way to the bed. He moaned immediately, pressing his tongue against yours. As the back of your knees hit the mattress, you and Johnny fell. The two of you moved to the middle of the bed without ever disconnecting. The kiss was intoxicating, sloppy, yet passionate. Johnny pulled away to take off his shirt, and you used the time to remove your bra.

“Fuck I can’t even choose what to do first.” Johnny pinched at your nipples, causing you to buck your hips. He then began lightly sucking on one, while rolling the other. You used the time to run your fingers through his hair. You were in desperate need of attention to your clit, but Johnny was skilled in teasing. He’d already used his body to spread your legs apart, hovering over you to deny you the ability to buck into his jeans for friction. Johnny kissed down your body, running his hands along your sides as he did so.

“Look at this bow. Lemme unwrap my gift.” He chuckled to himself at his lame joke. You would have slapped him lightly, but he was taking his time pulling your panties down. He hooked his index fingers into your panties, but kept kissing down until he was face to face with your sticky, soaking, core. Johnny began sucking on your wet panties, licking at the darkened spot that had formed rather quickly.

“Johnny, please.” You whispered; hands still tangled in his dark brown roots.

“Hmm? What was that?” Johnny kissed lightly up to your pelvis again.

“Please. Please touch me.” You asked a little louder.

“Anything for you, Munchkin.” Johnny pulled your panties down in one swift motion. He pushed your knees back, baring your dripping core to him.

“How do you want this, baby? Slow and passionate, or fast and dirty? I can do anything you want.” Johnny looked down at you, sitting back on his heels, chest heaving from heavy breaths. His thumb ghosted over your clit.

“I- I-…” you stuttered, unsure of what you wanted. “I want you to fuck me so dumb the only word I know is your name.”

“Ooh the secret third option. I read you loud and clear, munchkin.” Johnny dove into your pussy and began eating like a man starved. He kept a continuous suction around your clit as he used the flat of his tongue to press hard and make circles onto the sensitive bud. You immediately threw your head back into your pillow and moaned deeply. Johnny gave you no time to enjoy the sensation, though, as he added two fingers deep inside you.

“Fuck!” you grabbed his hair with both hands, making Johnny moan. He curved his fingers into you and immediately hit your g-spot.

“How are you so goo- oh- so good at this!” you breathed out as best you could. You could feel Johnny laugh into your pussy, but he didn’t pause for a moment. He sucked and rubbed your clit with his tongue so well you saw stars. It wasn’t slow or fast. It wasn’t passionate or dirty. It was raw and needy. It was like the two of you were finally getting to do what you should have done from the beginning. Johnny couldn’t stop moaning, focusing on your pleasure in order to stop himself from searching for his own by rutting against the mattress.

“Baby I’m gonna cum in my pants if I keep this up. May I please fuck you?” Johnny looked up at you from between your legs, a string of your pleasure connecting to his chin.

You giggled and shook your head no. Johnny tilted his head as if to ask ‘seriously?’ as he sat up on his heels again.

“A gentlelady always returns the favor, no?” you bit your lip as you reached towards the button on his jeans. Johnny said nothing, but scooted closer to you to make your actions easier. You pulled his jeans down, and his boxer briefs, and finally, his cock sprung free.

You didn’t even stop to admire it as you should have, you just took it into your mouth, as deep as possible.

“Goddamn, Y/N.” Johnny’s eyes fluttered as he lightly cupped your cheeks. You hollowed out your cheeks and ran your tongue back and forth as you bobbed back and forth on his length. He was long, and a perfect thickness. You moaned as you took him deep into your throat. You looked up at him as your nose hit his pelvis.

“Ahhh, fuck, nope.” Johnny sucked in air through his gritted teeth as he pulled out of you quickly. “I’m seriously so close, Munchkin, I’m seriously about to bust.” Johnny laughed lightly.

You leaned back and spread your legs, inviting Johnny to do what he really wanted. Johnny leaned down and kissed you, and then positioned himself at your entrance. His head was red and swollen, leaking precum already. At that moment, you locked eyes. An unasked question flashed across Johnny’s face. Unasked because you already knew before he even opened his mouth.

“Clean and on the pill.”

“Lollipop guild?” Johnny used the old phrase to ensure you were serious.

“I can’t believe you remember that!” you laughed, grinning widely. “Lollipop guild.”

That was enough for Johnny to trust you, he slowly pushed into you and the two of you moaned in unison.

“Munchkin I’m gonna do everything I can to fuck you dumb but this is the tightest pussy I’ve ever been in. Fuck.” Johnny’s eyes were squeezed shut as he bottomed out inside of you.

He began to lean down but you stopped him. You lifted both legs and put your ankles on his shoulders, opening yourself up to him at an aggressive angle. As Johnny leaned down, you wrapped your arms around him and his lips found yours. This kiss was less coordinated as Johnny moved slowly in and out of you. He found a rhythm that pleased you while still keeping him in control, and began to shift until he found the spot that made you weak. He knew he’d found it when your mouth hung open instead of responding to his kisses. Satisfied with his discovery, he began for real. He pounded into you, opting to suck and bite the crook of your neck since your mouth was out of commission. All you could do was hold on for the ride as he hit your g-spot over and over.

“That good baby?” Johnny whispered in your ear.

“Johnny…” you moaned.

“What’s my name, baby?”

“Johnny…” you moaned again.

“That’s it, good girl, take all my cock. Pussy feels like heaven.” Johnny sat up so he could watch himself slide in and out of you. He took this time to press his thumb onto your clit and rub slow, tantalizing circles onto your sensitive bud, without changing the speed he pounded into you. He used his free hand to hold one of your legs back, since your other had long flopped back down onto the bed. You were deep into your pleasure- eyes rolled back, one hand tangled in your own hair, the other desperately squeezing at your own nipple.

As your orgasm built up, your pussy began squeezing Johnny, much to his dismay.

“Fuck, don’t do that, munchkin. I’m not gonna last.” Johnny tried to slow down, but you managed to mumble out a pleading “nodon’tstop”.

“Oh you’re gonna cum all over my cock, huh?” hearing you beg gave Johnny a second wind.

“Lemme hear you, baby. Lemme hear who’s making you feel this good.” Johnny leaned back down, grabbing both your hands in both of his and interlocking your fingers. The intimacy of holding Johnny’s hands while he was drilling into you, combined with the filth of him whispering nasty things in your ears, took you to a new level of pleasure. You couldn’t do anything but moan his name, pleading with him to take you over the edge.

“I’m close, Munchkin, I’m so close.” Johnny warned, but you were too far gone to care. You wrapped your legs around him and used the final little bit of energy you had to beg.

“Inside me please. I wanna feel you. Oh you’re gonna make me cum Johnny please.”

“Huh? You sure, Munchkin?” you could feel Johnny throbbing at the thought of filling you up, his strokes getting sloppy.

“Please Johnny I’m…inside..I’m-oh Johnny!” You babbled nonsensically.

With a few more strokes, you were gushing, pussy fluttering as you came. Johnny was barely holding on as he fucked you through your orgasm, coaxing you with sweet nothings and kissing your face all over.

“Baby, I can’t hold it anymore.” Johnny’s breathing was heavy, and he was squeezing your hands tight. His strokes were sloppy as he moaned louder and louder. With one final moan and a deep, punctuated thrust, he spilled. Throbbing inside you, he coated your walls with his cum. After a few moments of coming down, Johnny pulled out of you, stood, and stretched.

He started gathering his clothes from the floor, stepping back into his underwear and spoke, “Thanks for the fun. Let me know if you ever come back to Korea, ok?”

You sat up abruptly, face displaying the betrayal you were experiencing. Johnny put on his shirt, barely hearing you say his name.

“Johnny…”

“Kidding, Munchkin.” Johnny grinned, flopping back onto the bed to give you a hug. “That’s what you get for tricking me earlier!” You exhaled and rolled your eyes as Johnny gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“Let me get you cleaned up, love.”

“I’m all sweaty. Honestly, I need a shower.” You attempted standing, but your legs denied you. Johnny quickly swept you up and headed towards the bathroom. He turned on the shower after placing you onto the toilet.

“Pee after sex. It’s good for you.” Johnny stated.

“No evidence that helps, actually. But I am gonna try and remove as many of your babies from me as possible.”

Johnny began undressing again and hopped into the shower. You did the same.

“You promise you’re not gonna try to fuck me in here?” Johnny asked, grabbing your bar of soap and lathering a washcloth with it.

“This was my shower to begin with, Mr. Suh!” you chastised as you cranked up the heat of the water.

Johnny began rubbing the soapy washcloth on your back and arms, scrubbing as if you were a porcelain doll destined to shatter if he moved too harshly.

“Wash like you mean it, please.” You said, snatching the washcloth out of his hands and starting to wash your stomach and breasts.

Despite having just orgasmed minutes before, you could see Johnny hardening in your peripheral vision.

“You promise you’re not gonna try to fuck me in here?” you mocked Johnny, looking down at his growing cock, then back at him.

“I made no such promise.” Johnny turned you slowly and pressed himself against you. You aren’t sure why you even pretended to not want it. Immediately, you found the wall of the shower to brace yourself on and arched your back. Johnny used one hand to guide his cock back and forth on your ass, the other to reach around and squeeze one of your nipples. You reached back in an attempt to grab Johnny’s dick and guide it inside you, but Johnny denied you the pleasure.

“No, ma’am, Munchkin. I’m taking my time now. This ass is perfect.” Johnny gave you a light slap, but the pain magnified with the water raining down on you. You gave a light grunt, just enough to let Johnny know the hurt was good. He, of course, rubbed the spot he’d smacked to ease the pain, before giving you one on the other cheek for good measure. Johnny kneaded your ass cheeks in awe before lining up and sliding inside you again. The two of you moaned in unison as Johnny gripped your hips.

“Fast and dirty this time, baby.” Johnny warned as he began a brutal pace, gripping your hips so tightly the tips of his fingers turned white. In and out, he pounded you. You turned your head and squished your cheek onto the wall of the shower just to ground yourself, eyes already threatening to roll back in pleasure.

“You know I like to hear you, baby. Lemme hear you. Say my name.” Johnny ran a hand up your back, pressing hard to deepen your arch. Unfortunately, your voice was caught in your throat. At your lack of response, Johnny reached around a slid a hand up your throat and squeezed lightly.

“What did I just say baby? Answer me when I talk to you.” Johnny leaned in close to whisper in your ear, your body caged by his large frame, cock kissing your cervix. It was too much, and you melted beneath him, moaning a guttural sound like an animal.

“That’s what I’m talking about baby girl. What’s my name? Who’s fucking you like this? Making you feel this good?” Johnny’s filthy words were accentuated with light squeezing of your throat.

“Johnny fucking Suh!” you pushed out through gritted teeth, pussy squeezing tight as a warning of a fast-approaching orgasm.

“My dirty girl. Likes when I talk filthy to her. Gonna cum all over my cock again like a good girl, huh?” Johnny fucked you deeper and deeper, hooking a hand around your hips as your legs threatened to turn to jelly with each stroke.

You moaned Johnny’s name as you came again, using the little strength you had left to keep yourself upright.

“That’s my good girl, that’s right.” Johnny fucked you through your orgasm, slowing to a smooth pace before exiting you fully. You were in a post-orgasm daze, lids low, half-smiling, and you had fallen back into Johnny’s bare, muscular chest. You were only partially conscious to Johnny’s instructions for you to lift your legs so he could wash between them before turning off the shower and drying you off. Johnny lifted you again, carrying you to the bed and placing you in it, like a prince serving his princess. He slid in beside you, cradling you, and kissing the top of your head. The last thing you remember before drifting off to sleep was hearing Johnny’s voice.

“Sleep tight, Munchkin.”

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The sun was half way through her workday, high in the sky, when you finally woke. You were naked, sweaty, and trapped. Why were you sweaty and trapped? Why were you naked? As your mind cleared, you heard a light snore behind you, and felt a heavy arm across your body.

Johnny. He’d stayed. You tried to turn slowly and look at him, but you woke him (always a light sleeper, that one). His eyes fluttered open, and upon focusing on you, he smiled.

“Good morning, y/n.”

“Good morning, John. Since we’re using government names this early in the day.”

Johnny squinted and lifted his head slightly to look out the window. “I’m pretty sure it’s very, very late in the afternoon.” He laughed as you rolled your eyes.

The two of you sat, looking in each other’s eyes in silence for a beat.

“Would you be mad if I said looking at you has got me semi-hard?” Johnny asked, lightly running his index finger up and down your thigh.

You scooted closer to him, hooking your thigh over his hip. He took this opportunity to rub circles on your ass.

“I’d be mad if you didn’t get fully hard.” You reached down to run a finger up his slowly hardening cock.

“Are we really gonna do this again so soon?” Johnny already began leaning in to kiss you.

“I’d be mad if we didn’t.” You connected the kiss and began to roll on top to straddle Johnny. There was no need to be shy anymore. You were getting wetter by the second, and began to move your hips back and forth, sliding Johnny’s cock between your slick lips. Johnny gripped your ass and assisted your movements, moaning into the kiss. His hips bucked and his breathing was heavy, but he was still slow.

“All we have left is slow and passionate.” You spoke, barely breaking the kiss. You felt Johnny laugh- he always laughed with his full body. You used this break in the kiss to sit up, reach down, and slide onto Johnny’s fully hard cock. Johnny’s eyelids fluttered and he bit his lip as you sunk down onto him. You leaned back down to kiss him again, intoxicated by the taste of him. You began lifting your hips to bounce on him, and he assisted by grabbing your ass again. Up and down, slowly, the two of you moved, not chasing a high, but enjoying the pleasure of the journey. You pulled away from the kiss to look at Johnny. His face one of pure bliss, lips parted, eyes lightly shut.

“Johnny.” You got his attention so he would open his eyes.

“Y/N.” He opened his eyes to watch you. The two of you moved together, staring deep in each other’s eyes.

“Y/N.”

“Johnny.”

“I love you. I always have. I always will.”

You moved into the crook of Johnny’s neck. Kissing him over and over again. His moans rattled in his chest and vibrated through to your own.

“I love you too, Johnny. I always have. I always will.” You kissed him with each declaration. The eye contact was too much; you could feel Johnny getting restless beneath you.

“I’m close too.” You whispered, leaning down to place your forehead on Johnny’s.

This orgasm crept up slowly, a burning ember in the pit of your stomach, growing to warm up the rest of your body gradually, until you finally reached your peak. It wasn’t a screaming orgasm, no, it was a sigh and a shudder that rippled from your head, down your spine, and through your toes. Johnny’s orgasm came simultaneously, pulsing through him as he gripped you tightly, afraid that you may float away from him if he let go- afraid it may all be a dream. He spilled inside of you for a second time, pressing impossibly deep, attempting to get even closer than he already was. After a moment, Johnny slid out of you, but didn’t let you go. You laid on his chest, the two of you breathing in synchrony. Finally, Johnny rolled you off of him, turning to his side to look at you again. The silence was comforting. The two of you knew you’d have to return to reality eventually, but for now, you enjoyed the present, together.

“Munchkin?”

“Yeah Johnny?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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“Johnny what’s wrong?” you turned to face him. The stars illuminated his face just enough that you could see the hurt on his face. “I lied to you. I’ve been lying to you. I love you, and I trust you, you’re my best friend, but I had to lie to you and I’m so sorry about that I just really need you to understand that this wasn’t my decision, well, it was but that it really wasn’t and-“ You cut him off. “Johnny slow down. Start from the beginning. What lie?” your heart was hammering in your chest. “Ok.” John took a deep breath. “What I’m about to tell you, you can’t tell anyone. Not ‘can’t tell anyone but you’ll tell Wendy and them’, not ‘I’ll tell my mom or my dog or my stuffed animals’. No. You cannot. Tell. Anyone.” John stared at you in a way you had only seen a handful of times- a look that rarely crossed his light-hearted, goofy face. He was dead serious. “I promise, John. 100%. On the lollipop guild.” “I’m not going to college with you. WAIT!” John intercepted you before you could respond. “Let me finish. It’s important. I’m not going to college with you. I’m not going to college at all. Remember those summers in Korea when I was ‘visiting my family’-“ John emphasized with air quotes, “well I wasn’t. I was training. Every summer I went to South Korea to train in singing and dancing so I could be a Korean pop star. And now I’m finished. I’m…I’m going to debut. I’m going to be in a group called NCT and I’m going to sing and dance in Korea and it’s my dream come to life and I’m so fucking excited.” You wore frozen solid. Your brain could barely process what was happening. Goofy John. Johnny-wonny. Your best friend, your confidant, your right-hand man, being a famous star on the other side of the world. The air was heavy and you knew your next words would make or break the friendship. “Johnny that’s…that’s…that’s fucking incredible!!!” You lurched at John, grabbing into a hug and toppling him over with a muted bang onto the floor of the truck bed. You squealed into his torso as you wiggled back and forth in excitement. “I can’t believe my best friend is gonna be fucking famous!!! You have to tell me everything!!!” your grin dropped as you noticed the look on John’s face. “Johnny why aren’t you excited…what’s wrong…you just said this was your dream?” your hands went limp as they slid off John’s body. He sighed deeply, squeezing his eyes together like he was about to do something painful. “I can’t talk to you anymore.” John’s eyes didn’t open. “Did..did I do something wrong?” your heart fell and your mouth got hot. “No, munchkin, no no. We aren’t allowed to have cellphones or social media or talk to anyone but our parents really. It’s…it’s just how it goes.” John explained. “I can..I can write you a letter? Or visit? Or-“ “No. The contract is…it’s ironclad” John laughed a defeatist laugh as he ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve been dreading this day. Munchkin, I’m really gonna fucking miss you.”

The silence was deafening and the night air was suffocating.

Warnings: use of nicknames (pretty lady), thigh riding, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (don’t u dare!), finishing inside (YOU BETTER NOT!!!!).

It was about that time: ovulation. Your body had been preparing for the primal ritual of mating in order to reproduce. Little did she know, no reproduction would be occurring this month, or any month for a very long time. You were in the prime of your life- stable job, good group of friends, and you had a super hot fuck buddy at your beck and call. That fuck buddy was named Song Mingi, and you’d met him at a random salsa dancing class your friend and her boyfriend invited you to. You’d agreed only if her boyfriend invited someone hot that he knew. Thus, you and Mingi learned salsa that evening, and were doing the tango in the sheets that night. Mingi was definitely your type of guy: tall, slightly tanned, dark hair, and toned. You purposely kept your distance emotionally due to the speed at which your life was going- you didn’t want to fall for your fuck buddy.

Mother nature was making it very clear that no matter how many different ways you placed your vibrator on your lower body, you would not be pleased. Ovulating meant you were at your horniest, and you needed to let your freak flag fly. It was time to text Mingi.

Me: Busy tonight? (1:45pm)

SMG: Nope. What were you thinking? ;) (1:47pm)

Me: You fuck me until I beg you to stop? (1:47pm)

SMG: See you at 10 ;) (1:48pm)

You and Mingi were incredibly sexually compatible. He let you take control when you wanted, or he’d take control if you were in the mood to be dominated. He didn’t mind having passionate, meaningless sex, and not talking for weeks between. Besides being hot and a great fuck, he was also smart. The post-coital pillow talk was never devoid of laughs, and you could speak to each other about your work without the other getting confused. You always get a little tickle in the pit of your stomach when you know you are about to see Mingi. You took extra care to shave every hair off your body, wash the grime out of your hair, paint your toes and nails, and wear matching underwear. You even set out some nice candles for scent and mood lighting and turned on a nice sexy playlist. You weren’t sure why you wanted things to be so nice for someone who was just a fuck buddy, but you didn’t have time to linger on that thought. It was 10pm and Mingi was always punctual.

You opened the door to see Mingi in a white button up and jeans- he must have come straight from work. He smirked slightly and in the dim light you could see the sparkle in his eyes.

“Hey pretty lady,” he gave you a once over as he stepped into your home and removed his shoes.

Before you could speak, Mingi ran his arms over your see-through, red robe that you’d quickly draped over your body before answering the door. 

“Mmmm. You wearing this sexy little number for me?” Mingi asked, rubbing the sheer material between his fingers. When his eyes met yours, you felt that butterfly in your stomach again. 

“No talking, only fucking.” You deflected, grabbing his wrist and leading him to the couch. You pushed him down and straddled him. Mingi placed his hands gingerly on your hips. You’d meant to immediately lean down and kiss him, but something stopped you. You bit your lip as your hands landed softly on Mingi’s broad shoulders. You rubbed your hands across them, letting the cool, rough material of his shirt outline his muscles. Mingi watched your pupils dilate as you moved your fingers to trace the veins in his arms, traveling down his thick bicep.

You couldn’t help but moan. You weren’t sure why his body was doing this to you, especially since you’d seen it multiple times before. 

“You like what you see, pretty lady?” Mingi was grinning as you interlaced your hands with his larger ones. 

“Your body…it’s…” you let go of his hands as you tried to get your brain to focus on words. Unfortunately, your eyes had roamed to Mingi’s waist. You placed your hands on his waist, thin, yet firm, and traced upwards, following the “v” shape that the muscles in his back allowed him to have. 

“It’s…? What is it, pretty lady? What do you think about my body?” Mingi was teasing you now, but it affected him. He loved the compliments and you could feel him hardening underneath you. When he shifted beneath you, you were drawn to his thighs. Thick and hard, you began to grind on them. Mingi gripped your waist again, flexing his thigh, to aid you in your movements. 

“It’s crazy. Your body is crazy.” you responded, almost breathless with desire. You steadied yourself against his stomach, feeling obscured ab muscles there as well. You threw your head back as you moved faster on Mingi’s thigh. He took this opportunity to nip at your neck, jaw, and then your lips. He tasted sweet and savory, and you inhaled his scent deeply- a deep spice with an underlying musk. You sucked on his lips, moaning again as you appreciated their plumpness, their softness. 

“Mingi, your body is driving me crazy.” you breathed your admission into your kiss. 

“I can tell. You’re about to grind a hole into my jeans!” Mingi whispered back. You didn’t stop kissing Mingi, even when he lifted you up to carry you to your bedroom. You just wrapped your legs around his slim waist, never letting your lips leave his smooth skin. 

Mingi attempted to lay you lightly on your back, but the moment your feet hit your carpet, you yanked Mingi down. You were intoxicated by him. Kissing him passionately and running your fingers through his hands as if you couldn’t grasp onto enough of him, you moaned his name in his mouth. Mingi escaped from your grasp long enough to pepper kisses down your body, his left hand tugging at your bra, his right hand tugging at your panties. You got the hint and lifted your hips to allow him to pull off your panties, while you finagled your hands behind your back to unclasp your bra. Mingi’s lips never left your body as he began to roll your nipple in his fingers and swipe up and down your leaking folds. As deft as he was with his mouth, Mingi decided he wanted your upper lips rather than your lower, so he slipped two fingers into you.

“You're already taking my fingers so well baby.” Mingi cooed as he curled his fingers up to reach your sweet spot. He worked you slowly but firmly, a brutally calm pace that had you quickly seeing stars. You gripped his broad shoulders again, biting your lip as you glanced at the way his shoulder muscles moved as he pumped in and out of you. That was enough to push you over the edge, and you released all over Mingi’s fingers. He’d waited long enough- you could feel his cock straining against his jeans- and Mingi pulled down his jeans and briefs in one swift motion. You used this time to scoot to the head of the bed and pull up your thighs, spreading your legs in anticipation.

“Fuck,” Mingi pumped his leaking cock once, pupils blown at the sight of you presenting himself  before him. He took little time to line up and press slowly into you. You always fit like a glove. Like two puzzle pieces clicking into place. Moaning in unison, the two of you locked eyes. Mingi began to move, relishing in each inch he got to feel of you. You didn’t have time for that, though. You wanted more. You pushed him off of you and pulled him down onto his back. Eyes wide, Mingi let you manhandle him, and smiled as you squatted over him and slowly lowered yourself onto his erection. The electricity between the two of you gave you energy you’d never experienced as you began to bounce up and down. You steadied yourself on his chest, but angrily grabbed at his shirt as you realized it stymied you from feeling his warm skin. Mingi began to quickly unbutton his shirt as you continued to ride him mercilessly. Free from the confines of cloth, Mingi’s abs beckoned you. You slid your hands slowly up and down his chest- obsessing over every valley and hill of his abdomen. It was too much.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed, throwing your head back. You placed one hand behind you, and used the other to rub frantically around your clit. Mingi could see and feel your desperation as you clenched around him, and did the gentlemanly thing of helping you. He gripped your hips, planted his feet, and fucked into you at the same pace you’d been riding him. 

“Yes Mingi, just like that,” you commanded, chasing the high that you’d been waiting for for days. Surprisingly, it burst out of you faster than you’d anticipated, and you yelped as Mingi continued to pound into you- the squelch of your juices motivating him to keep making you feel amazing. You went limp in his grasp, gasping for air as your second orgasm lingered, a tingling feeling throughout your body. Mingi stopped, pulled out of you, and rolled you to your side. Your chest was still heaving, your body still reeling, and Mingi was ready for cuddles. He curled up next to you, but you stopped him.

“What are you doing?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Aren’t you done? You’re not tired?” He raised an eyebrow back.

“Never. Get back in here!” You pointed to your pussy as you lifted your thighs.

Mingi laughed loud, heartily, and positioned himself on top of you again. The thing about Mingi was that he looked like a fuckboy. He looked like someone that would pound into you for 30 seconds, pull out, bust on your stomach, and then ask if you could call him an uber. Mingi wasn’t a fuckboy, though. He was a man that was passionate and empathetic. He was emotional. So when he got the opportunity to be with a beautiful woman with an sex drive to rival his own, he cherished the time. He slid into you slowly, pulled out slowly, and breathed deeply. He knew you were sensitive, so he was careful. Soft. 

You didn’t want soft.

“Please, Mingi. Fuck me hard.” you begged. 

“Whatever you want, pretty lady.” 

He whispered as he placed his head in the crook of your neck. He interlaced your fingers with his, and lifted your arms to lay on either side of your head, squeezing your hands tight as he began a pace that had you rambling. Skin on skin, it felt like you and Mingi were one. Your head was swirling and all you could think about was him. Mingi leaned up to see your eyelids heavy, but your eyes staring directly into his with a fiery want.

“That’s right baby, focus on me.” Mingi’s eyelids were low, his voice a rumble, as he coaxed you into your final orgasm of the night. Your obsession with Mingi’s body had you shaking as you gushed onto his cock. You pulsed and clenched in a way that caused Mingi to groan loudly, falter in his pace, and start breathing faster. He fell back on top of you- chest to chest- lips at the shell of your ear.

“Oh pretty lady you’re gonna make me- ugh- fuck!” Mingi couldn’t finish his sentence as you wrapped your legs around his waist and had him hit a spot deep inside you. Fucking you faster and faster, Mingi chased his orgasm. One final thrust, one long groan, Mingi stilled as he spilled inside you. He throbbed and groaned your name, never letting go of your hands, breathing heavily until he could finally come down. 

“Fuck am I glad you’re on the pill,” Mingi laughed lightly, “because I think I just put a month’s worth of cum in you.”

“Yeah I think you like when I talk about how hot you are.” You teased.

“I think so too.” Mingi scratched at the back of his head, cheeks turning redder than they already were from exertion.

Mingi cleaned you up, grabbed you some water from the kitchen, and proceeded to do his duty as big spoon. As the two of you talked,  tangled in each other’s limbs, Mingi lightly rubbed up and down your curves. He looked you deep in your eyes. Every word you spoke, he heard. Maybe one day you’d realize he was focused on you, too. 

~~~

Warnings: use of nicknames (good girl, baby doll), oral (f/m receiving), dumbification, unprotected sex (don’t u dare!), use of oppa once, finishing inside (YOU BETTER NOT!!!!).

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” the sound of clinking silverware and side conversations screeched to a halt as you, rather loudly, questioned what you’d just heard.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought English was the one language you were familiar with. I said: ‘That’s enough, for now.’ I think it’s time for us to change to a more appropriate topic of conversation.” Johnny raised his eyebrows and pouted his lips as he belittled you. By this point, the rest of his group mates had fully stopped eating their breakfast to listen to the two of you bicker. Again. Each time the two of you started off, it got worse and worse.

“Hey, woah woah guys. Calm down. There’s no need-” Mark started, but you cut him off.

“Mark, I love you, but stay out of this.” You then turned your attention to the older brunet. 

“I may be younger than you, John,” you accentuated his name by poking a stainless steel chopstick directly at his nose bridge “but I don’t have to subscribe to this social hierarchy you’ve got going on here. And I don’t need to break a single letter of an NDA to make your life a living hell. So I suggest you watch your fucking tone.” You took one final swig of your drink before announcing your departure to the other members.

“Haechan, the meal was delicious. Thank you so much for the food!” You got up from your chair with your glass and plate in hand, smiling from ear to ear as you dropped your empty plate directly on top of Johnny’s, smashing his food. The *plop* of your empty glass sliding into his full cup of water was music to your ears. You could feel Johnny steaming like a tea kettle behind you as you walked off.

You didn’t always hate Johnny Suh. When you started working for the group, you thought he was very kind and you would give a light hearted laugh to his corny dad jokes. You liked that, as the oldest member of the group, he cared heavily for his younger members and took on the responsibilities as such. He was punctual, polite, and easy on the eyes. You didn’t start hating him until you overheard him saying horrible things about you. Two years ago, backstage before a performance at an awards show, you were relaxing with your back to the wall, listening to another group’s fiery performance. It was your first time backstage as an employee to the group, since you’d only been working with them for a few months. You could hear Mark, Johnny, and Jaehyun around the corner of the wall looking at videos on Mark’s phone.

“Yo! Did you see that New Girl meme?” Mark could barely keep it together, thumbs typing wildly to find whatever he was talking about. Since when was there a meme about you?

There was a moment of silence, assumedly so the three boys could look at the meme. Then, Jaehyun started laughing. Johnny made a sound of disgust, and your heart dropped as you heard, “that’s not even funny that’s just sad. Why does she think that looks good? Nah, she’s a fucking weirdo man keep that type of shit away from me.”

Your cheeks burned and tears welled up in your eyes. What picture did they see? You racked your brain thinking of anything embarrassing you could have forgotten to scrub from the internet before applying for this job.

“No it’s weird!” You heard Johnny continue. “She’s weird!”

You ran off to collect yourself before the three men could find out you were there. 

Cold water under the eyes helps to relieve the redness from crying. You’d read that somewhere. And as you splashed water on your face with shaky hands, you heard a message from your earpiece. 

“Incoming from backstage: Yongbok needs his mic off until the intro is finished. He’ll be doing heavy choreo and doesn’t want the mic to pick up his breathing. Repeat: Mic off for Yongbok until the first song begins. Over.”

You knew Johnny’s korean name was Yongbok, so you realized this message was a sign to get your butt back to work. You went to the wings of the stage, found the mic that said Johnny, and switched it from “auto” to “manual” so the audio technicians could control the mic volume from the booth. You then went to the booth to give the technicians the new rules. 

“Hi, I’m the manager for the next group. Mic number 2, Johnny, needs to be off during the intro, then turned back on for the song.” You gave the best smile you could, despite your heart still feeling like it had been punched out. You then turned on your heel and left, not seeing the confused faces of the audio technicians as their eyes sped over the performance schedule for your group. If you’d stayed just a moment longer, you would have heard the two men question,

“But…the next group doesn’t start with an intro…they just start with a song.”

“Do you mean mic off for the first song, and on for the second?” The other man turned to ask you, but found you were already gone. By then, it was too late. Headsets had been put on, the boys were in position, and the MC was counting down to return from commercials. 

The technician switched off Johnny’s mic.

Johnny’s words were still tumbling through your mind as you sat in the backroom to watch the performance. You had a bad habit of chewing on your nails when you were nervous or upset, and your thumbnail was getting seriously nubby. You heard the MC introduce your group, and the tell-tale record scratch of Walk started with Johnny, unfortunately, not able to be heard. You popped up off of the couch. Your head was swirling in confusion. Why did they ask for his mic to be off if he has the first line in Walk? You hit your headset immediately.

“Question: can we turn on Johnny’s mic? Someone? Quickly? Over?” you were breathing heavily and pacing, much to the annoyance of the other managers in the room. You could feel their stares and hear their whispers. The chorus began with Johnny’s voice unable to be heard. The crinkle in his brows betrayed the stage presence he so confidently displayed- he was infuriated. 

“Audio here. We were told to turn it off for the intro, and on for the song. We weren’t sure what that meant. Over.”

Another voice chimed in. “Yes. That was for Yongbok. Over.” 

There was silence as you processed. How could someone have messed this up? You spoke again: “Yes I told them that, but Johnny starts out first. Why would you need his mic muted? Over.” 

There was silence again, and snickers from the room you were in. The next words you heard almost killed you. The voice spoke slowly, carefully, and calmly. Like they were coddling a toddler.

“Yongbok is Felix….from Stray Kids… Johnny is Youngho. Over.”

You fainted.

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When you came to, a group of medical workers were standing over you, cold instruments touching your body in random places. A sweet, experienced manager from another group was kneeling next to your head and fanning you with a hand fan with some random 2nd Gen group on it. The look on her face was sympathetic as she smiled down at you. Mark was at your feet, looking increasingly worried. You waved everyone away as you sat up, slowly, grabbing the water bottle that had been thrust in your direction from an anonymous hand.

“What happened?” you asked no one in particular. The crowd began to disperse as the medical workers deemed you were healthy enough to continue without their assistance.

“You fainted.” The female manager placed a caring hand on your shoulder as she prepared you, and herself, for her next words.

“It’s ok. We all make mistakes. Better to get the big one out of the way up front, though, right?” She gave you a toothy grin that did nothing to dispel the swirling in your stomach as the memories came flooding back. You fucked up. Majorly. 

“Yeah and it’s alright because one, his mic got turned on pretty quick and two, now everyone knows we don’t lip sync!” Mark piped up, still squatting at your feet. He took hold of both of your ankles and gave them a hearty shake, his genuine smile making you feel a little better. The woman and Mark helped you to your feet and onto the couch. Allowing you to wallow in your sadness for the remainder of the event.

“Oh but,” Mark turned on his heel to face you again, “I’d…avoid Johnny for a bit? He’s really pissed. I’ll try to run interference but, no promises. Sorry.” 

Johnny. Johnny fucking Suh had the right to be pissed at you for a mistake when he’d said that foul shit about you behind your back? 

You know what? That poseur deserved to have his mic cut off. Fuck him. I’d do it again. You thought to yourself, nursing the spot on your head that must have made contact with the ground pretty hard when you lost consciousness. I will never forgive you for that, Johnny Suh. You’re on my shit list.

\\

“Dude it was a mistake! Anyone could have made it!” Mark tried to keep up with his taller senior on the way back to the dressing rooms, but Johnny’s anger fueled his long legs.

“A mistake my ass. I told you all she wasn’t ready. You all vouched for her, and I get the short end of the stick. She will never be head manager again as long as I have something to say about it.” Johnny spoke through clenched teeth and pursed lips, pulling headsets and jewelry off and slinging them onto the nearest counter. The tension in the room was palpable, so everyone worked silently to end the day. Johnny, on the other hand, was concocting a new plan.

You know what? That idiot girl probably cut my mic off on purpose. Fuck her. I will never forgive her for that. She’s on my shit list. I’m going to make her life a living hell.

Any time you were forced to work with Johnny after the awards show incident, you ensured you brought your A-game, and your worst attitude. His clothes would fit perfectly after you poked him with every pin during measuring. His outfits would be spotless, and freezing cold, like they had “accidently” been left on top of the air conditioning. His lunch would be his favorite meal that you knew made his stomach hurt so he’d have to choose between eating, or putting on a good show. Johnny knew what you were doing, and he was sick of it, but he was just as petty.

Outfits would be left in places clearly too high for you to reach. Spills would occur minutes before curtain, leaving you literally sprinting to find a resolution. Lunch would be ordered from the one restaurant you disliked. 

FUCK were you sick of Johnny. And on top of him being an overall pain in the ass at work, budget cuts meant you had to live with him too. 

—--

That’s how you ended up waltzing away from Johnny and the rest of his team after smashing Johnny’s food with your plate. You headed to the shower, hoping the cold water would cool off your hot attitude. Johnny really thinks he’s the shit just because he’s an international superstar. Would the ladies still love him if they knew he slept with a hello kitty night light? Maybe you could leak that somehow, you thought as you removed your clothes and stepped into the shower. The rings of the shower curtain clinked and clanked as you slid the curtain closed. You let the cool water run over your hair, shoulders, and felt it plop against your toes. You sighed heavily as that familiar feeling in your stomach crept up. Why does Johnny make you so nauseous? And why does that nausea feel more like…heat in your core? Johnny and his long stupid legs, and his perfect silky hair and his plush pink lips and big biceps and veins pulsing down his arms to his long, strong, perfectly manicured hands and- fuck. You pull your hand from between your legs. Why the fuck am I thinking about that asshole like that? He called me gross. He said I was weird. You opened your shampoo and gave it a small squeeze, just to fill the air with that delicious vanilla scent before you poured a goop into your hand. You were incredibly lucky you had that odd idiosyncrasy, because the vanilla scent never came. Instead, a sulfuric stench wafted into the air and burned your eyes. You scrunched up your face, then brought the goop in your hand to your nose for a formal sniff. 

Holy. Fuck. You recognized that smell. It was fucking NAIR. Fucking hair removal cream in your shampoo. In your expensive ass shampoo. Johnny was going to pay for this. It’s one thing to turn your laundry pink, it’s another to unplug your phone from your charger so it died, and the alarm didn’t go off so you were late to work. The final straw was fucking with your expensive shampoo.

You slammed the water off, slung the shower curtain back, and went to grab your towel. Weirdly enough, it wasn’t there. Neither was the pile of your discarded clothes. In fact, any item you could have used to cover your cold, wet, naked body, was missing. 

You didn’t even care as you burst out of your bathroom and stomped into the living room, where the boys were chatting mindlessly, waiting for their next assignment.

“JOHNNY FUCKING ASSHOLE SUH.” You screamed, dripping wet, not making any attempt to cover your body.

Everyone whipped their heads around, then quickly averted their eyes (except Yuta, of course. He just smirked and nodded approvingly).

“Where the FUCK are my clothes? Huh? Is this what you wanted? To see my weird, gross body?” You stomped right up to Johnny and pointed your wet finger in his face. You expected a quick, witty retort, but instead, you got Johnny, mouth agape, frozen on the couch. His eyes were locked on yours, but you could feel he was struggling to keep them there. 

Johnny swallowed hard. “W-what?” was all he could muster as he spent all of his energy looking at your glossy eyes, and not at your soaking wet frame.

“Where. Are. My. God. Damn. Clothes?” You accentuated each word with a poke of his chest. His eyes followed your finger, then slowly raked up your naked body. He took in the curves and valleys, your bikini wax, the perkiness of your tits, your heaving chest, and finally, your irate expression. Seeing your anger directed at him gave him the familiarity he needed to bring back the wit.

“I don’t know, Y/N, maybe Yongbok has them?” Johnny smiled sweetly, but his eyes betrayed him. He was affected. 

Before you could respond, Taeyong jumped up and covered you with a fuzzy blanket. He screamed at both of you- “This has gone far enough! We’re sick of the two of you arguing and pranking each other. You two need to get it together, and fast. You know what? Mandatory family movie night. TONIGHT.”

Everyone groaned. Including you. You gave Johnny one final sneer, then grabbed the blanket tight around you, spun on your heel, and stomped away. 

When you made it back to your room, you cried. You shook in anger and fear and shame. You were naked in front of a room full of your employers. What the fuck. You were definitely going to be fired. You crawled under your sheets, not bothering to put on any clothes, and tried to sleep.

“Johnny. Seriously. It happened two years ago. You’ve got to get over the mic thing.” Yuta said coolly, as he flipped through the TV channels.

“I have. I got over that almost immediately. It was the fact that she just loved pushing my fucking buttons. I don’t know why she hated me but I can hate her ass right back.” Johnny responded, crossing his arms in a huff. 

“She doesn’t hate you, ding-dong.” Yuta spoke like he only half way cared about finishing the conversation. “She thinks you’re hot as shit. She’s tryna keep from humping your leg.”

“Huh!?” Mark questioned. “No way dude. I saw her put a needle in his collar once so it would stab his neck if he looked down!” Mark was animated in his dissent.

Yuta just raised an eyebrow, knowingly. “Yeah. And Johnny’s the little boy that sits behind her in class and pulls her pigtails.”

“Woah woah woah. I do not like that…woman. I don’t like to call women the b-word but she’s getting pretty close.” Johnny jumped up in defense.

“Mmhmm.” Yuta effectively shut down the conversation.

“Fuck you all. I’m going to take a nap. I can’t stand you guys.” Johnny left his members before they could begin goading him over his supposed crush on you.

Johnny laid down on his bed, hands crossed behind his head, headphones blasting whatever playlist. He just wanted to chill. He looked over at his closet and saw your clothes and towel he’d swiped while you were in the shower. 

Ugh. He thought. That was childish. I should be nicer to her. 

Johnny closed his eyes and let the music take him away. That was a big mistake. When he closed his eyes, all he could see was your silhouette. Your right hip poked out a little more than the left, your hands in the dips of your hips. Johnny’s memories became clearer. Your hair dripping onto your shoulders, one drop traveling down to the tip of your hard nipple, hanging as a droplet, begging to be released from the tension of your body. Johnny moaned as his imagination ran wild, his playlist betraying him with one of his more sensual favorites. Half asleep, Johnny saw your naked body stomping towards him, tits bouncing, soaking wet. His breathing got faster as his imagination allowed you to straddle him. Your lips looked inviting, plump, as you pushed him flat on the couch, caging his head with your hands. Your bare nipples inches from his chest, you began to grind on him. Johnny stirred from the lack of real, physical contact, but as he drifted into sleep, Johnny’s dream continued. Dream-you moaned into Johnny’s mouth as you sped up your movements on his clothed cock. You tasted like vanilla. You kissed Johnny deeply as you slid him inside you. You were warm, fuck you were so warm. Johnny stirred even more in his sleep, cock growing harder as he imagined you bouncing on him, pleasuring yourself using his body. In Johnny’s dream, you had pigtails. He pulled them hard, and you fell down into his mouth again. He tasted all of you, vanilla overwhelming his senses as he came hard. The feeling of wetness yanked Johnny from his fantasy as he realized how wet his dream really was. 

“Goddammit.” Johnny muttered as he sat up in the darkness. His playlist had long ended, and hours had passed. It was time for movie night. Johnny took a moment to collect himself as he realized Yuta was right. He wouldn’t let Yuta know this, of course, but that wet dream had him viewing his relationship with you in a different light.

You woke, dry and confused, in the darkness. You tapped at your phone to check the time only to see a text from Yuta.

Utah: movie night. Get up hoe. And put some clothes on this time B)

The day came rushing back. The argument, the food, the shower, the clothes, naked. You were pissed. Johnny had no right to think your body was weird. It was your body. You were going to show him just how sexy that body could be. You grabbed your tightest tank top and shortest shorts and pulled them over your body. You sprayed your favorite perfume, put on a little lipgloss, and tousled your hair for a “oh this? I woke up like this!” look. You pushed out your tits and went to the living room.

“Hey, Y/N, good to see you’re on time. We’re watching Fifty Shades of Grey. Yuta chose.” Mark patted the seat next to him on the couch. Yuta walked up behind you and lightly smacked your butt. When you turned to lightly chastise him, he winked and sat down next to Jaehyun. Johnny (who had cleaned himself up after his little…incident) walked in with Jungwoo. 

“Come sit Jungwoo!” Yuta grabbed his arm as he walked by, obviously heading toward you and Mark. That left Johnny the seat next to you. You both shot Yuta a look that could kill, but Yuta was immune to it. Johnny sat slowly next to you. The smell of vanilla made his cock twitch slightly.

“Let’s just try to get through this, yeah?” Taeyong said defeatedly as he turned off the lights. Yuta started the movie. As the movie progressed, you could only roll your eyes as you could sense all the boys shifting in their seats, pillows over crotches. You were kind enough to share a large blanket with Mark and Johnny. The blanket allowed the two of them to hide how the sexy scenes affected them. The raunchy scenes were definitely getting to you too. But the pornographic nature of the movie had you, once again, rolling your eyes. You scoffed one too many times at the corny dialogue when Johnny finally spoke up. 

“What, you think this is unrealistic? Just because no one’s ever made your toes curl doesn’t mean other women haven’t.”

“Stuff it, Suh, this isn’t realistic at all.” you retorted, louder than you meant, causing some angry side eyes.

“Oh yeah? And how would you know? Today was probably the first time you showed more than an ankle to a man.”

“Sorry just because you think my body is weird, doesn’t mean other men do.” At this, you turned to face Johnny.

“Why do you keep saying that? I don’t think about your lame ass body.” Johnny sneered.

“Right. Like you weren’t about to bust out of your pants when my tits were in your face this morning. ‘Uh-wh- uh what’?” You mocked Johnny.

“Oh you wish I had that reaction to you, baby doll. You’re not woman enough for me.” Johnny turned to you, barely letting you finish your sentence. 

If the two of you had stepped outside of your bubble, you would have seen Yuta pause the movie, pearly white teeth showing as he grinned. You would have heard Taeyong groan and put his head in his hands. But you didn’t hear. You kept poking at each other.

“I bet your little dick couldn’t even make it inside me before you busted, Suh. You’re out of practice. When’s the last time you got some? When Hyolyn put her hand on your shoulder at Inkigayo?” You threw the blanket off your legs to stand up.

“Fuck you I don’t need sex like you, fucking sex crazed weirdo.” Johnny leapt up as well. 

“Because you can’t get any. No one wants a 6 foot, muscular narcissist to be a two-pump chump and not satisfy her.” “You’d be screaming if I even let you have my pinky. You’d be begging me to let you cum when I was finished with you.”

“I’d be screaming because I wouldn’t let you touch me with a 20 foot-” you didn’t get to finish your retort because Johnny grabbed your face and kissed you. Hard. Your body responded before your brain did, but you didn’t stop yourself when you felt your tongue sweep over Johnny’s. You didn’t stop when he grabbed your ass to grind your body into his, in fact you lifted your leg so you could get impossibly closer to his already half hard cock. You moaned deep as your fingers tangled in Johnny’s soft, brown hair. He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his torso as he walked you to his bedroom. His lips never left yours, even as he closed the door behind him with his foot, even as he placed you gently, but quickly onto his bed. He kissed your neck, your chest, between your breasts, and down your torso before coming back up and kissing your lips again. 

“Fuck,” he breathed into your mouth, “you taste so fucking good.” 

“Shut up and fuck me, Johnny.” you responded, half out of breath, chest heaving with want.

“Patience, baby doll. You talked big shit back there. Let’s see if you can handle me.” Johnny looked at you with lidded eyes as his hand snaked under the band of your shorts. He made quick work of finding your clit and making light, slow circles. He continued to kiss you, but let out a small chuckle as you moaned into him. You bucked your hips and grabbed Johnny’s wrist, attempting to give yourself more relief, but Johnny was strong.

“Baby, baby, baby you gotta be patient.” Johnny said in an endearing, yet condescending tone. 

You pulled down your shorts and kicked them off of your body, stopping Johnny from the mindless humping he was doing against your thigh. You pulled your legs up to your chest and held your thighs to keep them in place. Johnny bit his lip, aroused, and moved his hand to your soaked opening.

“Fuck baby look how what you are for me.” Johnny wasted no time pushing two fingers into you and curling them up, starting a brutal pace fingering you while sucking on your neck.

You moaned loudly, eyelids fluttering. Johnny continually hit that spongy spot that made you see stars. 

“That’s right baby, let me hear you. Say my name.” Johnny muttered against your neck. You obeyed, moaning his name, and your reward was a pinch to your nipples. Johnny moved from your nipples to your tits. He sucked and squeezed each one like it was his job; paying extra attention to what made you clench around his fingers. Johnny was making your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head, but you weren’t going to let him “win” perse. You quickly shoved him out of you. Surprised, Johnny leaned back onto his heels and cocked his head at you. You reached for the band of his sweatpants and Johnny immediately knew what you wanted. He pulled off his shirt, kicked off his sweats, and laid back on his pillows, smirking.

“Show me what you got baby.” His voice was low and he cupped your face in one of his large hands, opting to put the other behind his head. You lick your lips and keep eye contact with Johnny as you squeeze the base of his cock. He’s already leaking, so you squeeze a little more out to lubricate his dick. At this, Johnny sucks air through his teeth and bites his lip again. You lick a stripe from the base to the tip, and then take Johnny in his entirety. Johnny’s head falls back and he moans deeply. 

“(Y/N), fuck, just like that.” You slowly bob up and down, letting the spit and precum fall out of your mouth. You increase your speed, faster and faster, twisting your head slightly as you go up and down. He looks down at you and you stare in his eyes as you deepthroat him. You hollow your cheeks and work your tongue up and down, cupping his balls with one hand and running the other up and down his thighs. Johnny lightly places his hands on your head and you can feel him throbbing in your mouth. You can tell he’s getting close and remove him from your mouth with a pop. Johnny is breathing heavily now. 

“Fuck patience. Get on your knees.” Johnny growls, grabbing your hips and shoving your head into the pile of pillows at the top of his bed. He lines himself up with your entrance as you arch your back and wiggle your ass in anticipation. Johnny pushes himself into you slowly, groaning deeply and letting his head fall back in ecstasy. 

“Fuck you’re tight. Just as I imagined.” Johnny was quiet, but you heard him.

“You imagined this, huh?” You pushed back to take more of Johnny’s thick cock.

“Yeah, I imagined fucking you obedient. So you’d finally shut up and be a good girl.” Johnny accentuated ‘good’ and ‘girl’ with two deep thrusts, and continued that slow, hard pace. As he thrusted forward, you pushed back to meet his pelvis with your ass. The lewd sound of skin slapping filled the room along with a mix of your moans, and Johnny cursing. Johnny drilled into you hard, gripping your hips so hard he left little crescent moons from his fingernails in your skin. 

“You gonna be a good girl for me now? Huh?” Johnny asked.

You couldn’t respond, you couldn’t think. You never thought you’d be the type of girl to go dumb on a dick, but you did.

“What was that baby doll? I can’t hear you.” you could feel Johnny smiling hard behind you.

“I’m…I’m gon- fuck I’m…” you tried your best to answer his question, but each thrust up into your g-spot turned your brain mushier and mushier.

“Uh-wh-what?” Johnny mocked you like you’d mocked him not 10 minutes earlier.

“Immabbeagoodgirl” you mumbled out as fast as you could.

“That’s it baby let Johnny take care of you.” Johnny responded, never faltering from his brutal pace. He reached around your hips and found your clit, this time pressing hard and moving quick. He cried out as you began to clench around his cock due to the overstimulation.

“I’m gonna-” you started, but your vision left you, and that familiar feeling started heating up in your core.

“I got you, baby doll. Cum all over my cock.”

You obeyed, letting out a deep, guttural moan. You let your body go limp and your eyes cross as you came. Your toes curled and your legs shook and you couldn’t stop Johnny’s name from slipping from between your lips. 

Johnny fucked you through your orgasm, waiting for you to finally exhale as a sign of completion. 

As you came down, Johnny pulled out of you and slowly flipped you over. He pushed your thighs up and lined himself up again. He pushed himself deep inside you again. This time, though, he pressed his forehead against yours and stared deep in your eyes. He took both of your hands and put them up above your head, interlocking his fingers in yours. Your pussy was fluttering from an amazing orgasm, but locking eyes with Johnny had your heart fluttering. Johnny started fucking you again, fast and hard, chasing his orgasm. His breath was ragged and his pupils were blown. You still had one last chance to be petty, and you took it. You bit your lip and blinked up at Johnny and asked in your sweetest, pettiest voice, “Oppa, are you gonna cum deep inside me?” 

Johnny’s eyes closed tight as he cursed you angrily, “aww fuck you, you did that on purpose.” His thrusts sped up, faltered, and he stilled inside you, groaning long and deep as he spilled inside of you. He lingered a while, enjoying the warmth and closeness, before pulling out of you. Your heart ached for a split second- how is he going to treat me now? I’m his employee, technically! Oh gosh this was a terrible idea. Stupid. Your thoughts raced as you watched Johnny get up from the bed and head to the bathroom. To your surprise, he returned with a warm washcloth and began cleaning you up, wiping his release from between your legs. 

“Go pee.” he demanded. You obeyed. When you returned to the bed, Johnny had your underwear and a t-shirt of his laying out for you to wear. You donned the clothes, and sat down on the edge of the bed, mentally preparing yourself to give a long spiel about “what this means for the two of you”. Before you could begin, Johnny grabbed your waist and pulled you into him, cuddling you.

“I’m really sorry I stole your clothes and towel. And I’m sorry I put nair in your shampoo. And i’m sorry for being a raging asshole to you for all these years.” Johnny mumbled into the crown of your head as he squeezed you closer into him.

“I’m sorry I put pins in your clothes, and switched all your fat-free snacks to full fat, and was a raging asshole to you for all these years.” you admitted.

“Wait, you what! Is that why I keep gaining weight!?” Johnny pulled back slightly to look at you, mouth hung open in offense.

“Hey, that’s what you get for saying I’m weird as shit and I don’t look good.” You poked Johnny’s chest as you retorted.

“There you go again with that “weird” shit. When did I EVER say that?”

“Remember the day I messed up your mic?” “How could I forget?” Johnny rolled his eyes.

“Well I overheard you and Mark and Jaehyun looking at some picture of me. You said, verbatim, ‘That’s not even funny, that’s just sad. Why does she think that looks good? Nah, she’s a fucking weirdo man keep that type of shit away from me.’” the corners of your mouth tugged downard and that familiar lump in your throat crept up, but you pushed it down when you saw pure confusion on Johnny’s face.

“And I was talking about you?” Johnny’s eyebrows scrunched together, and you could see the wheels turning as he went down memory lane.

“Yeah. Mark said it was a meme of the new girl.” you pouted, ashamed.

“Holy fuck. Wait. Holy fuck.” Johnny let go of you for a moment to roll over and grab his phone from his nightstand. He typed, scrolled, typed, and scrolled some more until he finally sighed, as if defeated.

“Y/N. Did Mark say ‘a meme of the new girl’ or did he say ‘a New Girl meme’?” Johnny questioned, turning the screen towards you. A gif of Zoey Deschanel flashed across the screen. “Don’t tell me the past two years you’ve been pissed at me for a misunderstanding.” Johnny stared at you, unblinking, trying to hold in his laugh.

This entire time, you were so self-conscious about your new job, you inserted yourself into something that had nothing to do with you, and you missed out on two years of friendship with Johnny. 

“Oh…oh my God i’m so embarrassed. I’m so sorry Johnny. I-” you halted as the dots connected. “Wait…I was mad at you for a misunderstanding, but you were actually mad at me for my mistake!” You poked Johnny’s chest for the umpteenth time.

“Hey hey hey, this is about you fucking up. Not me being rightfully mad! But for the record, I got over that pretty fast. I even went to talk to you about it, but you gave me such an icy stare, I figured you didn’t want to relive that moment. Then you started being mean, so I matched your energy.”

You buried your face in your hands, “I’m an idiot, aren’t I.”

Johnny kissed the top of your head, “yeah. You are.” He smiled sweetly as you playfully hit him. The two of you laughed to yourselves, simultaneously excited to tell the group of boys in the living room how the two of you made their lives a living hell for the past two years over a misunderstanding.

“So….” you started, “You wanna go again?” You asked, looking up at Johnny.

Smiling, Johnny responded sweetly, 

Warnings: CHEATING!!!, stripping in public, drinking, caught cheating, fight (one scene), angst for a tiny bit but happy ending :), threesome, anal, unprotected sex (DON’T YOU DARE)

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Everyone thinks they have the worst boss in the world. You’re different. You know you have the worst boss in the world. No matter how many alternatives you suggest, emails you send dripping with professional passive aggressiveness, or coffees you’ve “accidentally” ordered two of, your boss refuses to make you project lead. He, instead, chooses his half-wit, frat boy, only-graduated-because-his-daddy-paid-for-a-building-ass son as project lead, and forces you to work under him.

//

When you got the acceptance email to Song and Associates, you were thrilled. You’d accepted the job offer immediately, barely reading through the email to gather the specifics; running to your final college class ever before graduation to tell your best friend the good news.

“Bestie…guess what I got this morning!” Your grin strained your cheeks as you slid into your tenured spot next to Jongho. 

“Some dick? Finally?” Jongho smirked as he continued scrolling through Instagram. 

You lightly slapped his shoulder and responded, “No! An acceptance to Song and Associates!” You bounced in your chair waiting for Jongho to begin singing your praises. Instead, he cocked his head and raised his eyebrow.

“And you accepted it?”

“Yeah?” you responded, dragging out the word in your confusion.

“Despite how much you hate Mingi?” Jongho tilted his head in the direction of the door. As if on cue, Mingi appeared and immediately greeted his crew. Loudly. 

Mingi Song had been the bane of your existence for the entire four years you’d been at university. He spilled beer on your dress freshman year at your first frat party. And when you cussed him out for it, he just shrugged, turned, and continued partying. He’d flooded the laundry room which you, unfortunately, shared a dorm wall with, and caused your stuff to be soaked. When you joined Chi Gamma (XG) to finally gain a wonderful sisterhood, he pledged the sibling frat, Alpha Tau Zeta (ATZ), and you had to see him at every event. He even declared the same major as you, meaning he was dumbing down every class you took with his incessant tardiness and refusal to contribute anything useful to any group project. You hated Mingi.

“What the fuck does Song and Associates have to do with Mingi?” you sneered up your nose at Jongho after giving bombastic side eye to Mingi and his friends.

“What does Mingi SONG have to do with SONG and associates? You can’t be that dense, y/n.” Jongho had put down his phone at this point, a tell-tale sign that he wasn’t fucking around. Your heart jumped into your throat, your stomach dropped, and your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. You’d never made the connection before. You couldn’t fathom a fuck-up like Mingi being in any way connected to the top business in the area.

“The business is huge. I’m sure I won’t even run into him.” You waved a hand as you turned to face the front of the class, attempting to wave away your concerns as well.

//

You ran into Mingi. You ran into Mingi on the very first day of work. You ran into him when you were constantly forced to work under him, but do his work because he was too incompetent. You ran into him when you walked from the parking lot inside, from inside to the parking lot, and at every event. You hated Mingi.

You loved Yunho. You really did. You’d been together since he saw Mingi spill beer on you at a frat party and offered to help clean you up. He was sweet and kind and loving but damn was he boring. Four years of the same, vanilla lifestyle every single day. The same date at the coffee house on Saturday mornings, the same birthday and anniversary dinner at Halazia’s restaurant, the same type of jewelry…you loved Yunho, but your life was stale. You’d been so sick of the “same old, same old” that you’d been subconsciously pushing him away, which was easy to do since he’d moved a few towns over after last year’s graduation. Thusly, the comment Jongho made about your dry spell when you’d given him the good news about your new job. 

Like clockwork, your phone began to buzz. You’d just gotten home from another day at your dream-job-turned-nightmare. You rubbed your temples as you saw “Yuyu 🐶” bright at the top of your screen, with a picture of the two of you adorning your background. You did not want to talk to him right now. But if you didn’t, he’d keep calling and get worried, so you answered.

“Hey Yunho.” you said, exasperation sneaking through despite your attempt to conceal it.

“Hey Bunny! How was your day?” Yunho’s voice sounded a little far away, he must have you on bluetooth in his car as he drives home.

“It was fine.” You answered curtly as you slung your work bag on the ground and plopped down on your couch.

“Yeah? What happened? I’m all ears.” You could hear the upset in Yunho’s voice, but you didn’t care. 

“The same thing that happened yesterday. I got to work, I got reamed by my boss for not making enough progress on the project, I didn’t get any progress done on the project because of that idiot Mingi,” you enunciated Mingi’s name with as much venom as possible, “and then I came home and wanted to nap but I got a call so I answered it.” The last part slipped out a little more harsh than you meant to, but you couldn’t take it back.

“Oh…well then I’ll leave you to nap.” Yunho didn’t hide the upset anymore.

“Yuyu wait, I’m sorry-”

“No it’s ok. I’ll let you sleep. I love you. Bye.” You heard the tell-tale three beeps meaning Yunho had ended the call.

Fuck. Could today get any worse? Before you could fully stand up to go shuffle to your bed and doom scroll until your stomach growled, your phone buzzed again.

Mingi S.: Project needs to be done by Friday. Mandatory team retreat Friday night at KQs Bar. (5:25pm) 

“Fuck you, Mingi.” You said out loud as you threw your phone and headed to the kitchen for a bottle of wine. You poured yourself a dangerously full glass, then headed back to the couch to mindlessly scroll through whatever social media app you felt like. As you let the minutes tick by, a familiar itch in the back of your mind formed. You needed love. Usually you’d cuddle up with Yunho while the two of you talked about your day, him playing in your hair and lightly stroking your arm. For the last year, you’d gotten nothing, and you were fed up. You were also mad at Yunho (for no good reason, you know, but still). You decided to go to your drawer and get your little flower shaped friend, so you could relieve yourself from thoughts of Yunho or loneliness. You went back to the couch and got to work. You opened an incognito window, logged into your secret twitter account, and hit your bookmarks. Your rose toy buzzed to life as you scrolled through faceless muscular men and let your imagination run wild.

You neared your release, eyes fluttering, and as your orgasm hit you, you moaned out your boyfriend’s name.

“Oh Mingi, yes!”

You stopped immediately, still breathing hard and working through the pleasure, but your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. That was not your boyfriend’s name. Mingi? Did I just say Mingi? You thought, horrified. No. No, I definitely said Yunho. You tried to convince yourself, as you grabbed your glass of wine and downed the rest of it in one drink.

//

Mingi loved to micromanage. Especially you, since he knew it got on your nerves. He loved watching your jaw tighten and your lips purse as he stood at the entrance to your cubicle and watched over your work. 

“You sure that was done right?” Mingi cocked an eyebrow and took the lollipop out of his mouth, using it to point over your shoulder to your computer.

“You sure your GPA was over a 1.0?” You whispered under your breath.

“What was that?” Mingi leaned down, hands in his pockets, close enough that you could smell the cherry flavor on his breath, and he dared you to repeat what you said. You bit your tongue, seething, and responded more professionally.

“I said…I’m sure it’s right, because I used the template from the last project we completed.” You never broke eye contact with him as you said it. Mingi leaned back at your response, popping the lollipop back in his mouth. He had one leg in front of the other as he leaned back on your cubicle wall, looking you up and down as if trying to find something else to scrutinize. You sighed, rolled your eyes, and began to turn your chair back towards your computer, but Mingi made a noise that stopped you.

“Mmmmmhmm.” Mingi rumbled lowly. A groan signifying yeah, that’s right, turn back around. That groan rattled around in your head, shot past your heart, and went straight to your pussy. You don’t know why. You dared to be bold, though, and slowly turned your chair back to face Mingi. You did the same thing he did to you; slowly starting at his shoes and working your way up, ensuring to make him feel as objectified as possible. His khaki slacks perfectly crisp, outlining his muscular thighs. The cross of his legs accentuated a bulge so deliciously large you had to use every ounce of will you had to look away from it. His belt adorned with two B’s (Balenciaga, how pretentious) wrapped tightly around his slim waist. White oxford shirt tucked neatly, he sadly wore an undershirt, but you knew he was ripped. His shoulders were wide, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His forearms were tanned and toned from days of college beach volleyball and a strict diet of sun and gym. Jawline sharp and dangerous. His lips, though. God his lips. Pink, plush, and his tongue peeked out occasionally as he tasted his candy. By the time you made it up to his sparkling brown eyes, you knew you were in trouble. You’d never looked at him for longer than a sneer and a snide comment, so you really didn’t realize how goddamn attractive he was. 

“Like what you see, y/n?” Mingi smirked in unbridled arrogance.

“I’ve never been more disgusted in my life.” You tried to convince yourself, and him, and swiveled quickly back to your computer.

“Too bad,” Mingi retorted on his way out of your space, “maybe I could finally help your pathetic, stuck-up ass get some since your boyfriend can’t seem to please you.”

“Yunho pleases me more than enough, for your information.” You responded before you could stop yourself from playing into his little game.

“Really?” Mingi half turned to look over his shoulder. “From 150 miles* away? (*240km) He’s much happier there than with you. And the girls in that town are, sheesh.” Mingi blows air out hard and raises his eyebrows to emphasize how fine those girls are. “If I was him and I had to choose between some baddie and this,” he points his almost-finished lollipop at your body, “well, no wonder he’s getting some on the side.” Mingi leaves with a flourish, and succeeds at making you seethe. You know Yunho would never cheat on you. Hell, Yunho practically believes you hung the stars in the sky. But you also know he and Mingi were acquaintances at some point after Yunho pledged ATZ his sophomore year. If the ATZ group chat was spilling tea about your man, Mingi really could have the upper-hand. Fuck, you thought. You needed to stay focused. The project was due in four days.

The project was due in three days. Mingi talked loudly with a coworker right outside your cubicle. He told you you needed to have a “working lunch” today. He didn’t hold the elevator even though he saw you coming.

The project was due in two days. Mingi said your short sleeves weren’t “office appropriate” and brought you a musty, ugly Christmas sweater from the lost and found to wear. He invited two female coworkers to a party loud enough for you to hear. He didn’t hold the elevator even though he saw you coming.

The project was due in one day. Mingi called you into his father’s office to discuss your progress. He said he was “unsure if you could handle this type of pressure”, and watched you try to keep your composure and not snap at him, since his father was your super boss. He took the last chocolate donut after overhearing you tell your cubicle neighbor you really wanted one. He didn’t have to ignore you at the elevator, because he “suggested” you stay late to prepare for the project to be presented.

Friday came and you were almost about to burst. Your feelings toward Mingi were pure, unadulterated hatred. You wanted to smack him. You wanted him to smack you. You wanted to punch him in his face. You wanted to sit on his face. You wanted him to get fucked. You wanted, more than anything, for him to fuck the life out of you.

Yuyu 🐶: Good luck today (7:48am)

Me: Thanks Yuyu

       I’ve been stressed. Sorry for being absent.

Yuyu 🐶: I know (7:50am)

You stood at the elevator and waited as you texted Yunho. You hoped that could soothe him over.

Me: Mandatory work thing tonight. Won’t be able to have our Friday night call. 

Yuyu 🐶: 👍🏻(7:51am)

“Ooh a thumbs up. He really doesn’t give a fuck about you anymore, does he?” A voice came from over your shoulder, and you instinctively jumped. Mingi was a silent walker, apparently, and even more nosy than you thought.

“I’m not in the mood, Mingi.” What was taking this elevator so damn long???

“You’re never in the mood. That’s why your man left.” Mingi smiled wide as the elevator dinged open. You walked in, pushed the floor number, and stared straight ahead. The ride up was silent as Mingi looked at his phone, blowing air out of his nose in a faux laugh occasionally. As the doors opened again, Mingi looked at you and said “Hope that’s not what you’re wearing to our mandatory outing tonight.”

You ignored him and headed to your cubicle.

//

Mr. Song drilled your team hard during the presentation. By the time it was over, you just wanted to sleep for a week. Unfortunately, it was time to go listen to Mingi yell about how rich and smart and talented he was over loud music to some poor, unsuspecting woman. You really did not want to go out, but you had to. I’ll stay until 7 and then I’ll dip out respectfully.

You did not dip out respectfully at 7. You were so annoyed that you downed three shots as soon as you got to the bar. Three more once Mingi walked in. Three more once Mingi started not-so-subtly hitting on a coworker. You ordered water and a long island iced tea. You’d begun ignoring the glass of water and chugging the long island when someone suggested darts. The bar was incredibly loud and lively, and you were staggering, but something in you made you want to show off. 

“Oh hell no, she’s so drunk! We’re all about to get hit with darts.” Mingi crunched his empty beer, tossed it in the trash, and headed to where you and two other coworkers stood. “You’re way too drunk to play.” He towered over you and raised an eyebrow.

“You’re just afraid to get beaten, Song.” You punctuated his surname with a finger poked into his chest. You spun on your heels and grabbed the red darts and handed them to Mingi, keeping the blue for yourself. “Why don’t we make this interesting? Strip darts.” The world had fallen away and it was just you and Mingi in your field of vision. You were determined to embarrass him.

“Oh fuck yeah. Can’t wait for everyone to see what’s underneath those hideous baggy clothes you always wear.” Mingi started high-fiving the men around him. Any professional boss would have immediately shut down the idea, but Mingi was an idiot. 

Mingi was also completely oblivious to the fact that darts was your hyperfixation for about 3 years before college, and contrary to science, you got exponentially better the drunker you were. You were about to hustle this fool out of his clothes and his dignity.

“Eight rounds, 3 throws. After each round, winner chooses an item of clothing for the loser to remove.” Mingi announced to the small crowd that had formed.

Round 1 began. You started with a simple stagger and a fake miss. Mingi was “kind” enough to let you throw again.

Mingi: 14(2), 7, 7 = 42

You: X, 7, 16, 14(2) = 51

You jumped up and down as you scored a point on the outer ring, doubling the 14 points. 

“Y/N won that round!” a female voice from the crowd yelled.

“Let’s see what’s under the polo shirt, Song.” You used your sing-songiest voice to convey how excited you were. 

Mingi quickly pulled his shirt over his head and revealed a white tank top, to groans from female voices.

Round 2 you feigned ignorance. Missing two of your three attempts. Mingi took 3 quick shots of vodka just to try and make things more fair.

Mingi: 4(3), X, 20 = 32

You: X, X, 16  = 16

“Your turn, sweet thing. Let’s see that bra.” Mingi stared at you with dark eyes as you slowly unbuttoned your shirt and shrugged it off. Your bra was a lacy red. You were almost too drunk to do the math, but you knew you had to drag this out a little if you wanted Mingi to bare it all.

“How about we play until one of us is out of clothes, instead of eight rounds?” You cocked your head as you held your shirt by your middle finger and thumb, then dropped it sensually to the floor.

“Fine by me.” Mingi didn’t take his eyes off you as he downed another shot.

It was crucial for you to lose round 3. If there was one thing Mingi loved, it was getting you flustered. And you knew he’d choose your pants next so he could see if you’d worn a matching pair of underwear. He’d drag out the possibility of you having to show something really revealing as a prize to himself. 

Mingi: bullseye (50), 14(2), 16= 94

You: X, X, X = 0

“Ah..the floor’s kinda gross. I’ll let you keep your shoes on for now. Let’s see if the panties match the bra.” Mingi feigned care for the well being of your feet and your sanity. You slowly unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down to reveal a lacy red thong with a bow on the front. Your eyes narrowed as you watched Mingi’s prominent Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. Now was the time to strike.

Round 4 was brutal. You asked to go first. You poked out your ass and bit your lip as you concentrated. 

You: bullseye (50), 20(3), 20(3) = 170

Mingi: 19, 20, 5 = 44

“Undershirt please.” You leaned against a sticky, leather couch with your arms crossed, announcing your request before the final dart steadied on the board. Female voices whooped and hollered, but you didn’t even turn to look at Mingi.

You began round 5, throwing your darts with ease.

You: 20(3), 20(3), 20(3) = 180

Mingi: bullseye (50), 1, 7 = 58

“Shoes.” You couldn’t hold in your smirk. Even though you were swaying, you were so sure you had this situation completely under control. Mingi looked scared. 

“Hold on…did you fucking hustle me?” Mingi kicked off his shoes and stared at you with those same dark eyes. You pushed past him to start the next round. You really decided to mess with Mingi’s head. You held all three darts, winked at Mingi, and threw all three dead center of the dart board for 150 points. The crowd roared, and Mingi’s eyebrows raised. He was impressed, and started to unbuckle his pants.

“Hold on cowboy, you haven’t even thrown your darts yet. Or are you just that excited for me to see you naked?” You teased.

You: 150

Mingi: 100

Mingi removed his pants. His boxer briefs were dark black with BALENCIAGA across the band. Ugh. The final round was yours to control, but your body wasn’t. The drinks had finally gotten to you. You reached for your darts, but missed, and fell over Mingi’s shoes. Your ribs slammed against a table, your knee pummeled the ground, and everything went dark.

//

“Y/N. Y/N. You gotta get up and drink something.” a familiar voice shook you awake. You opened your eyes and tried to take note of your surroundings. Your body hurt. Your lamp in the corner of your room was on. Your head was pounding. Who the fuck called my name? You sat up slowly, squinting to get adjusted to the dim light, and saw Mingi holding out a glass of water to you. 

“What…” you started, but that water was looking too good. You grabbed it and chugged it all as Mingi began to speak.

“You fell and blacked out. You were holding your side and you fell as you tried to get up again and…I don’t know I just think we got carried away. I called an uber and Maya gave me your address. I didn’t know she was in XG also. That’s cool.” Mingi was rambling as you finished off your glass of water.

You finally looked around and realized you were in your bed, bra and panties still on, but a t-shirt had been put on you.

“Why the fuck are you here?” You sneered at Mingi. You were still confused, but you knew one thing- Mingi sucks, so be mean to Mingi.

“You could have died, dude. I was scared.” Mingi’s eyebrows were raised and scrunched. His eyes were round and clear. He was sincere. He was actually scared.

“Yeah. Can’t lose a company asset huh. You’d be responsible.” You flopped back down on your pillow, nursing your sore ribs.

“No.” Mingi scooted up on the bed so he was sitting beside you. “I just didn’t want you to go home alone being so fucked up.” His voice was soft. This is different.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You crossed your arms over your eyes- even the dim lamp blasted your retinas in your hungover state.

“It’s only fun to tease you if you’re…I guess…if you’re well enough to tease me back?” Mingi scratched the back of his head and started to look around your room. “Well, it’s, like, 3am, so I’m gonna go back to the couch.” Mingi started to stand, but you held out your arm to stop him.

“Just sleep here. You’re drunk too. You deserve a bed.” You didn’t look at him, but when your hand touched his warm skin, enough adrenaline to partially sober you up shot through your body.

Mingi laid back down, and scooted further from you. You took note of this before knocking back out.

You dreamt about Yunho. About him holding you, kissing you, loving you. Unfortunately for Mingi, you were an unconscious cuddler, and your light whimpers and moans did not help quell the growing bulge in his pants. Mingi had always thought you were cute, but when Yunho accidentally let slip how much you hated him, he made it his mission to be as insufferable as possible. But deep down, Mingi was a normal guy- kind even. And if his frat brother’s girl needed help, especially an XG sister, he would be there. Tonight was different. Tonight he didn’t just see you as his frat brother’s weirdo, goody-two-shoes girlfriend. Tonight he saw a sexy little thing, wearing a matching panty and bra set, with a banging body, who could handle her liquor, and hustled him. Mingi liked his girls a little bratty. He tried to scoot further from you, but in your sleep, you held him tighter. You wrapped one leg over his, and moaned deeply. Mingi’s bulge grew.

The sunlight crept through the slits in your curtains and woke you slowly. The memories of last night, on the other hand, slammed into your mind at once as you realized it was not Yunho you were clinging on to for dear life. The fall, Mingi hovering over you, voices and faces blurring past, Mingi quickly putting his shirt on you, Mingi carrying you to the uber…Mingi laying you in your bed. Mingi. 

You watched as his chest rose and fell, his face soft in the light blue glow of early morning. You’re not sure if it was the wet dream, the lack of affection you’d received over the last year, or how Mingi switched from a jester to a knight in shining armor, but you needed him. You needed him now. Pushing yourself off of him lightly, you sat up. You tried to stop yourself. You really, truly did. But your feelings were overwhelming, your head and heart were swirling, and dammit if your body wasn’t sore from that fall. You leaned down and kissed Mingi lightly. His lips were soft and the breath from his nose tickled your cheek. You kissed him again and again. Little pecks on his lips, then his cheeks. You moved down to his neck, and kissed him harder. He smelled like expensive cologne and vodka. You moaned loudly, directly in his ear, and Mingi stirred. You didn’t care, and kept kissing him.

“Y…Y/N? Are you ok? What-” Mingi tried to roll over to look at you, but you stopped him with a kiss directly on his mouth.

“I hate you, and I want you.” You breathed into his mouth as you attempted to kiss him again. Mingi pushed you away. “You’re still so drunk, Y/N. Stop. I’m Mingi, not Yunho.” You straddled Mingi and told him firmly, “I know who you are, and I know what I want. And I can feel that you want it too.” Mingi was slowly becoming hard beneath you, and you began to grind deeply on him. 

“Hey, hey, hey…” Mingi’s head was swirling. He tried to sit up without fully bucking you off of him. “Y/N, please-” Mingi began to slowly turn himself so he could get you off of him, but a booming voice interrupted him.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

You whipped your head around to see Yunho standing in your bedroom doorway. 

“Yuyu! Wh- Yu…what are you..how?” You scrambled off of Mingi and stood to approach Yunho. He was angry. In four years, you’d never seen Yunho angry. His eyes were wide, his fists balled, his jaw clenched. 

Mingi got up and started to explain the happenings of the previous night.

“We had a mandatory work outing and she was super dr-” WHACK. Yunho punched Mingi as hard as he could across the jaw. Mingi stumbled and hit the wall, but recovered pretty fast. He didn’t bother looking at you as he slid past Yunho, grabbed his things, and left. 

Yunho hadn’t turned to look at you either, but he was breathing so hard you could see his shoulders shaking.

“Yuyu, it’s not what it looks like.” your voice was barely above a whisper, and you reached a shaky hand out to touch Yunho’s back. When Yunho turned, tears were streaming down his face. 

“I knew it. I knew you were fucking him. I trusted you. I loved you.” Yunho was backing away from you as you tried to explain what was going on. Fuck, your head was hurting. 

“Yuyu I’m not! I love you! I got hurt last night, he helped…it was me, I…” nothing you said was working. Yunho pushed past you and ran out of the bedroom. He threw the bouquet of roses he’d laid on your counter in the trash, quickly slid on his shoes, and left your home with a final slam of your front door. Stunned, you slowly made your way back to your bed. You were so confused you couldn’t even cry. 

Why did Yunho think I was fucking Mingi? Why’d he come to my house so early in the morning? Did Mingi stay here because he knew Yunho was coming? Well..no..he didn’t even try to make a move on me…Did..did I go too far with Mingi? Should I have gone after Yunho? Fuck, my ribs hurt.

You flopped back in your bed, and before the tears welling up in your eyes had the chance to fall, you fell asleep.

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Yunho knew his relationship with you was rocky, he knew your job was hard, and he knew working with Mingi worked your nerves. What he didn’t know was whether or not he could trust you and Mingi together. Mingi had a way with women- they fell into his hands so easily despite him doing nothing but being kind to them. No matter how much he put them off, everyone eventually came to love Mingi. And he was a natural flirt. Yunho trusted you, and he knew Mingi would never specifically choose you as a conquest, but he did know that he was far away, and you were upset. 

I’ll surprise her. She loves surprises, and she’ll love a nice breakfast in bed after a night out. Yunho thought after you shot down the Friday night call. He was nervous, though, that you’d be just as cold to him in person as you’d been over the phone. But he pushed that thought down and prepared to come see you. He never could have prepared for what he saw when he walked through your bedroom door.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Yunho thought he had thought that, but the speed at which you jumped off of Mingi made him realize he had screamed with every ounce of oxygen in his lungs. He saw red, his heart pounded in his chest. Mingi started speaking and Yunho’s body moved faster than his brain could think. WHACK. He didn’t mean to punch Mingi. He really didn’t. He was just so hurt, angry, confused, scared…how could this happen? He knew the ATZ group chat had been dogging him about not making more effort with you- about letting Mingi stay nearby. But Mingi swore…he promised he never wanted anything to do with you. Yunho had to leave. He felt the hot tears spilling over his face and he didn’t want you to see him like this. He didn’t want to see you either. He pushed past you and left as quickly as he could. 

Mingi was sitting on the curb of the parking lot, rubbing his jaw and wincing. Yunho tried to sneak past him, but Mingi called out to him.

“Yo. Yunho. You gotta listen, man. Nothing happened.” Mingi was never one to shy away from confrontation. Yunho stopped, but didn’t turn, so Mingi stood up and continued.

“We all got so messed up at the bar. Y/N fell and banged herself up pretty bad and you’re my brother and she’s my XG sister so of course I helped her.” Mingi paused to give Yunho a chance to respond, but continued when the silence lasted a little too long.

“She misses you. I stayed in the bed because…I was afraid she’d hit her head and like, I think you’re not supposed to let them sleep or something? I don’t know man. But she was saying your name all night. She misses you-”

“Then why was she STRADDLING YOU!?” Yunho spun on his heels and stormed towards Mingi, accusatory finger poking straight into his nose. “If she misses me so much, why the fuck was she grinding on you.” Yunho spoke through gritted teeth, breath unsteady with anger.

“Because I was there and she was lonely!” Mingi held his hands up in defense, shrugging and stepping backwards.

“Yeah. You were there. You’re always there. Standing at her cubicle, commenting on her body. Yeah. She tells me that. What the fuck, man? You trying to fuck her or something?” Yunho was disgusted and spat his accusations at Mingi.

“Dude no! I was just messing with her because-”

“Because you wanted to fuck her. Well congrats. You can do whatever the fuck you want with her now. I’m fucking done.” Yunho shoved Mingi, turned on his heel, and got back in his car. He drove off without even setting his GPS on a destination. He just needed to get out of there.

Standing alone in the parking lot, Mingi was pissed. So I look after your girl when you’re not here, make sure she doesn’t fucking die, and I get punched? Fuck you, Jeong. 

Mingi stormed back into your apartment complex, back into your apartment, and banged open your bedroom door. You jolted awake. 

“You sober?” You recognized Mingi’s voice, and sat up quickly? “Yes, hungover, but yes…why?” You questioned as Mingi started shrugging off his clothes. He answered you by crawling on top of you and kissing you deeply. You leaned into the kiss and began wrestling his tongue for dominance. Just as quickly as you began, though, you shoved him off of you.

“Mingi no. We can’t.” Tears began welling back up in your eyes.

Mingi shut his eyes tight, and let out a shaky sigh. “I know. Yunho and I got into another fight outside. Just words this time, though.”

“I really fucked up. I’m sorry, Mingi. You didn’t deserve to get hit because of me.” The hot tears spilled silently down your cheeks as you looked deeply into Mingi’s eyes. You really loved Yunho and you really liked Mingi. What the fuck were you going to do? A light bulb went off in your head and you scrambled to find your phone. Mingi had placed it on the charger next to your bed the night before, luckily, and you quickly went to your favorites to call Yunho.

Please pick up. Please please please, you thought as the sound of the ringer vibrated through your body.

The phone clicked as if Yunho had answered, but he didn’t say anything. 

“Yuyu?” you started.

After a long silence, “what, Y/N?” Yunho answered sharp and cold.

“I’m sorry. Please. Come back. Please let me talk to you in person.”

“I’m way ahead of you. It’s too late for talking.” Yunho was speaking through gritted teeth.

“What? What do you mean?” You tried to get clarification, but Yunho had already hung up. You turned to look at Mingi and, before you could speak, you heard your front door open again. Fear rocketed through your spine and you held your breath. For the second time today, Yunho would walk into your bedroom and see Mingi in your bed. Luckily, during the phone call he had re-donned his clothes and gone to sit in a chair on the other side of your room.

When Yunho walked in, he was different. His eyes were dark, his jaw was clenched, and his voice was low. He surveyed the room in complete silence, knowing he had the upper hand. Both you and Mingi were frozen in fear. 

“Get up.” He commanded Mingi. Mingi stood without hesitation, but with a confused look on his face. Yunho took his place in the chair, crossing one leg over the other, and steepling his fingers-tips together, fingers splayed out- nodding slightly in contemplation.

“This is what you want? Huh? Then you can have it, Bunny.” he said without looking at either of you.

Mingi looked at you, then at him. You spoke first, “I don’t underst-”

“You want to get fucked? Like the dirty slut you are? Then go ahead. I’m not gonna stop you.” Yunho interrupted you, this time, staring directly into your eyes.

“Strip for Mingi.” Yunho commanded. You could tell he was serious. You were confused, scared, and damn did your head hurt, but from that punch this morning you knew Yunho wasn’t going to repeat himself. You were tingling, pussy throbbing, you couldn’t understand why this sudden change in Yunho was affecting you this way.

You took off Mingi’s shirt you were wearing, revealing the lacy red number you’d worn to the bar. Yunho produced a low rumble before enunciating, “Fucking slut. Wore that for Mingi, huh? Well, how does she look?” He turned to Mingi for an answer.

Mingi’s eyes were wide and his mouth was hung slightly open. He was very confused, but he knew to answer his older frat brother. “She…she’s pretty.” He stammered.

Yunho tutted in disappointment. “How the fuck does she look, Mingi.” Yunho was very mad. Both you and Mingi knew the atmosphere had fully shifted, and that if you wanted to get out unscathed, you two had better do what Yunho asked.

Mingi turned to you and played into Yunho’s demands. “She looks like a sexy little slut in that red.” Mingi bit his lip, afraid he might have misread what Yunho wanted.

“That’s right. So keep stripping, Bunny.” Yunho didn’t take his eyes off you.

You removed the red bra, placing it slowly on your side table, and then scrunched up to pull your panties down. A string of your wetness was attached to your panties as they slid past your ankles. 

“Mingi. I’m only going to say this once. Make her scream.” Yunho had spread his legs in preparation for what was about to occur. He was going to enjoy his show.

Mingi, with a green light and blue balls, dove head first into your pussy. He pushed your legs up and headed straight for your clit, sucking hard on the bundle of nerves. 

“Oh.. wait, Yunho I..” you started to contest, but ended with a deep moan.

“Shut up, slut, and let Mingi give you what you wanted so badly.” Yunho demanded loudly. 

Mingi placed the flat of his tongue directly on your clit and wrapped his mouth around it to create a continuous suction. Then he went to work. Mingi sucked and worked his tongue over your clit in a way you’d never felt before. You moaned loudly as both hands flew to grip Mingi’s locks. “Oh my- Oh- Mingi don’t stop just like that- OH!” A string of words left your lips at light speed, barely coherent as your brain was occupied with the growing pressure in your lower belly threatening to burst at any moment. 

“Two fingers, Mingi. That’s how she likes it.” You heard Yunho’s voice, along with the sound of his belt being undone.

Mingi moaned in acknowledgement, and then pressed two fingers tentatively to your soaking hole. 

“Ugh, fuck. Don’t wait for this slut to give you permission; just do it.” Yunho enunciated his annoyance as he quickly walked up to the two of you, launched himself on the bed, and shoved Mingi’s fingers inside of you. He worked Mingi’s wrist for a bit, still glaring at you with an unreadable intensity.

Despite your best efforts to not give Yunho another reason to be angry at you, you couldn’t help but grab Mingi’s head with both hands to give yourself the leverage to rock your hips in time with his fingers. “God Yunho, Mingi, I'm gonna cum. Please can I cum?” you pleaded breathlessly. 

“That’s right, Bunny. Good girls ask.” Yunho praised you while removing his shirt. Mingi unlocked his lips from your clit just for a moment to look to Yunho for his next moves. Yunho grabbed a handful of Mingi’s hair and yanked him up to eye level, removing Mingi’s fingers from you in the process. Mingi’s eyebrows scrunched in anticipation, both he and Yunho were breathing heavily, an unspoken conversation happening between the two of them as their eyes locked. Mingi licked his lips and leaned in, right as Yunho shoved him down.

“Fucking nasty slut.” He shook his head at Mingi, then turned to you, “No you can’t cum.”

Yunho was fully hard at this point and a small wet circle was beginning to form at the front of his boxer briefs. “Come suck us off, Bunny.”

You did as you were told, slowly pushing yourself up to your knees. Mingi quickly recovered from being shunned, pulled off his clothes, and began pumping his dick to get himself to full mast.

You approached Yunho and opened your mouth, but before you could prepare yourself, Yunho grabbed the back of your head and shoved his fully hard dick directly into the back of your throat. You gagged heavily, but Yunho did not pull out. 

“Suck.” he demanded, both hands gripping tightly to your scalp. You tried to control yourself and breathe through your nose, but you ended up choking. Yunho tutted again with disappointment and shoved you, hard, off of his dick. 

“Do Mingi first. You’re rusty.” Yunho sneered down at you over his nose as he sat back on his heels. You crawled over to Mingi, he was standing at attention ready to receive. You wrapped your lips around the tip of his leaking cock and Mingi inhaled sharply through his teeth. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked all the way to his base as slowly as you could. Mingi threw his head back and moaned a deep, raspy moan. 

“Fuck her face.” You heard Yunho demand as he moved behind you to lean against the headboard of the bed. Mingi did as he was told, but looked down at you first as a quick warning before snapping his hips into your face. You choked and gagged and slobbered all over Mingi’s dick as he used you mercilessly. Mingi was throbbing inside your mouth, but didn’t want to finish, so he pulled out. Panting, Mingi looked at Yunho, whose eyebrows were still scrunched together- jaw still clenched in anger. 

“Turn around, y/n. Mingi, finish her off. And don’t you dare cum, slut.” It wasn’t clear who that last warning was for, as Yunho’s eyes flitted between the both of you, but you both did as you were told. Mingi lined himself up with your entrance as you crawled closer to Yunho’s cock, taking it up in your mouth again. You smiled to yourself as you felt Yunho relax a little, and you looked up to see his eyes closed. You were doing a good job. Right as you made it to Yunho’s base, Mingi slammed inside you, forcing Yunho’s cock deeper than it had ever been. You gagged again, making Yunho twitch in your mouth. 

Behind you Mingi began a steady pace, gripping your hips for stability. “Heh,” Mingi lightly laughed, “I always wanted to do an eiffel tower.” 

“I’m not holding hands with you, dude.” Yunho didn’t open his eyes.

You heard Mingi mutter under his breath behind you, “I wasn’t gonna ask you to.”

The two boys used you like you were their own toy, moaning and caressing you softly as you took them inside you. You could feel that familiar burning in your core, but remembered Yunho’s stern warning, so you focused on slobbering all over Yunho and pleasing him as quickly as possible. 

“Ohhhh yeah.” Yunho moaned and bucked into your mouth. You could feel him trying to hold back and he, eventually, pulled out of you. 

“Mingi, get under her.” Yunho commanded as he hopped off the bed to go rummage through your side table drawer. Mingi took the time to carefully turn you over, as well as quell his own impending orgasm. You carefully straddled Mingi. He was glistening in a light sheen of sweat and, before you could stop yourself, you leaned down to kiss him. Mingi returned the kiss and, as you wrapped your hands around his neck, he lined himself up with your entrance. A little higher up, you felt a cold goop land on your asshole. Yunho wasn’t too happy about the kiss, and reminded you who you belonged to as he pushed his index finger inside of you. Your hole clenched around him immediately, Mingi moaned into your mouth as he felt you throb. He broke the kiss to warn the room of how close he already was. 

“You cum inside her and I fucking kill you.” Yunho’s voice was nonchalant, but his warning was stern. He pushed a second finger inside your ass and began scissoring. You moaned deeply, and leaned down to place your head in the crook of Mingi’s neck. 

“You want me to pull out? I’ll cum on your dick!” Mingi peered up over your ass, touted high in the air, to look at Yunho. Yunho’s response was to line himself up with your asshole, and slowly push in. The feeling of being so full of two thick cocks had you dripping and throbbing. Yunho spread your cheeks apart with his hands to try and assist himself in getting deeper. Each movement made you throb, which, in turn, made Mingi twitch. When Yunho finally got his abdomen flush with your ass, Mingi began to move. He slowly fucked up into you and hilted himself into your core. You were so full you began to tear up. 

“Yuyu. I can’t. Please let me cum.” You whined, voice trembling.

“Aww, Bunny..” Yunho leaned down to kiss the back of your neck. “Fuck no, you can’t cum.”

Yunho began to fuck you, hard. 

“Sluts who fuck their boyfriend’s best friend don’t get to cum.” He explained through gritted teeth, accentuating important words with a deep thrust inside you. Mingi picked up the pace as well and you saw stars. 

“Yuyu I can’t stop it. It feels so good.” You slurred, still tucked neatly into the crook of Mingi’s neck. “I’m gonna cum Yuyu..I’m gonna..”

“Go ahead, Bunny.” Yunho’s voice had softened. He could already feel your walls trembling and couldn’t continue his “mean dom” persona any more after seeing the tears in your eyes. Your vision went black as you came with a scream. A babbling, incoherent mess of words spilled over your lips, tears spilled over your eyelids, and your cum spilled out of you as your orgasm rocked you from head to toe. Yunho followed shortly after. His thrusts were erratic and you could hear him breathing harder and faster. He spilled inside of you with a deep groan, and took a moment to catch his breath. He pulled out of you slowly, but the second he was out, Mingi flipped you. 

“Fuck I almost didn’t make it!” He pulled out of you, pumped himself twice, then came loudly. Ropes of white adorned your stomach and breasts as Mingi milked himself dry. 

The three of you were catching your breath as Yunho began aftercare on you: a warm, wet washcloth to clean you with. He also instructed Mingi to grab three bottles of water from your kitchen. 

“Yuyu-” you started, but he interrupted.

“I’m sorry, Bunny. I should have listened to you and trusted you. I know you weren’t sleeping with Mingi. I was just..I felt like I was a bad boyfriend to you.”

“No, Yuyu! You’re a perfect boyfriend! We just had a rough patch. And I definitely wasn’t helping by being so passive aggressive.” You responded, cuddling up closer to Yunho.

Mingi returned with the water, but stopped when he saw the two of you.

“It’s ok. Get on the other side.” Yunho beckoned Mingi. You looked up at Yunho, quizzical look on your face.

“Our relationship has been stale. I don’t want it to be stale anymore.” Yunho responded as he caressed your head. You felt the bed dip behind you as Mingi scooted closer, putting his hand on your thigh. 

“So what…am I you guys’ boyfriend now?” Mingi asked slyly.

“No!” You and Yunho shouted in unison.

“You’re our….” Yunho looked up towards the ceiling, thinking for the proper term.

“Our bedroom boy toy.” Yunho settled on a term and laughed heartily as he watched Mingi’s jaw drop.

“Now wait a minute!” Mingi began, but Yunho cut him off. The two began to playfully argue, but you didn’t mind. You loved the warmth of being protected by these two men, and you loved the fact that they were yours to keep. Maybe Mingi wasn’t so bad after all. 

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