ghost

it was raining, and the warehouse smelled sour with a metallic tang of rust. you only ducked in to avoid the tail you thought you had, which was standard protocol.

you turn past some crates and your eyes fall on yeosang, your quiet teammate. he's sliding a small black drive into the gloved hand of a man who you've seen on practically every wanted board in your agency.

he was the enemy.

yeosang's fingers lingered for half a second before his gaze lifted, landing on you.

and for the first time in years of missions together, you see his composure crack: his eyes widening just a fraction, jaw tightening.

"you shouldn't have seen that," he murmurs, voice low and gentle in an obviously fake way. you took a step back while yeosang closes the distance, the enemy contact melting back into the shadows before you can even blink.

"yeosang-" you whisper, your hand going for the gun at your hip out of pure reflex, but yeosang is faster.

the barrel of his own pistol presses under your chin before you can even process, the cold metal of the weapon pressing into the soft skin.

"shh," he sounds out, "don't."

your back hits the wall of a shipping container, the clang ringing through the empty warehouse. his free hand comes up slowly, plucking your weapon from its holster with ease before tucking it into the back of his waistband before returning his palm to your throat.

"you were never here," he murmurs, thumb stroking the side of your neck with fake softness, "and now you're gonna forget what you saw.. or i'm gonna make you forget."

your heart hammers against your ribcage, hard enough that you can feel it in your teeth, "you're the mole.. all this time-"

"quiet," he snaps, nudging the gun higher and forcing your chin up another inch, "i said don't."

yeosang steps closer until his chest brushes yours, the scent of expensive cologne overwhelming your senses.

"choice doesn't matter anymore, sweetheart," he murmurs, thumb soothing the pulse point in your neck, "you can cry, you can fight, you can beg. doesn't change what's about to happen to you."

yeosang holsters his gun while keeping one hand pinned on your throat, his free hand yanks your belt open, the buckle clattering as he shoves your pants down.

cold air overwhelms your skin, causing you to jerk, but yeosang pushes you harder against the wall, his thigh shoving between yours to keep you spread.

"yeosang- stop-"

"you don't get to tell me to stop. especially after you walked here like a lost little puppy needing help," he laughs humorlessly, mouth brushing your ear.

two fingers push inside you without warning, pulling a gasp from your throat at the intrusion. yeosang curls them immediately, finding that sensitive spot inside you with ease.

"already wet," he observes, "figures. you always did like it when i got mean."

you try to shove him away, but yeosang only catches your wrist, twisting it behind your back and pinning it. he presses his hip into yours, letting you feel the grip of his holstered gun, the cold metal making goosebumps rise on your skin.

"please-"

"begging already?" he nips at your earlobe, "pathetic."

yeosang spins you around, pressing your cheek into the cold wall, gathering your wrists in one hand and locking them in place.

the sound of his zipper fills the warehouse before the head of his cock is pushing against your entrance, making you cry out at the stretch. yeosang groans quietly as he gives you little time to adjust, snapping his hips forward and burying himself to the hilt in one push.

"fuck," he breathes against the back of your neck, "so tight for me.. i thought you were scared?"

he fucks you brutally, the strokes punching the air out of your lungs as his free hand unholsters his gun, pressing the barrel to the side of your head, right at your temple.

"you're gonna cum on my cock," he orders, voice still steady despite his hips snapping, "and you're gonna walk out here like nothing happened.. or i'll put a bullet in that pretty head and leave you to the rats. it's your choice."

his fingers find your clit, rubbing in fast circles until your body betrays you, your orgasm crashing over you violently. yeosang hisses through his teeth as he fucks you through it before slamming deep inside you, filling you with hot pulses of cum until it drips down your thighs.

yeosang stills for a second before pulling out of you slowly, tucking himself away and letting your wrists go. you slide down the wall on wobbly legs, cum leaking out of you and hitting the cold floor.

yeosang crouches in front of you, gun pointing at you as it's resting on his thigh, and his thumb reaches up to your face, brushing a tear off with faux softness.

loud, high-pitched moans come from down the hall, the exaggerated kind from hentai, coupled with the sounds of cartoonish slaps and gasps.

your stomach drops as you walk closer, yunho's bedroom door is cracked open just a little, like he figured you'd be gone for hours. you stop right in the doorway, breath catching in your throat.

yunho is slouched at his desk, pants shoved down to his thighs. his hand moves slowly over his cock, slick with spit or lube, the wet sounds echoing in the room alongside the video.

the girl from the hentai has your hair color, eye color, and even a similar face shape, and she's bent over, getting fucked hard.

yunho's eyes are glued to it, lips parted in breathy groans as he strokes himself. the muscles in his forearm flex with every pull, veins standing out on his soft skin.

you should back away and pretend you didn't see, but your feet stick to the floor, heat pooling in your belly as you watch him.

the floor creaks under you when you try to shift away, causing yunho's head to snap up, eyes widening for a second as they lock on you. his hand freezes mid-stroke, the moans from the hentai continuing to play behind him.

"fuck," he mutters, but his tone doesn't sound panicked. his gaze drags down your body before snapping back to your face, "you're home early.."

you swallow, throat dry, "yeah.. boss let us go early.. what the hell, yunho?"

he pumps himself slowly as he looks back at the video, "you see her?" he nods at the screen, locking eyes with you again. "looks just like you.. been thinking about doing that to you for months.."

your pulse hammers in your ears, the room suddenly feeling ten degrees warmer as you step inside fully, closing the door behind you. "you're jerking off to porn that looks like me? with the volume all the way up?" you question, hands fidgeting behind your back.

yunho lets out a breathy chuckle, shifting in his chair, letting the shiny tip of his cock catch the light. "couldn't help it.. just kept thinking about how you'd sound if i had you like that," he murmurs, patting his thigh, "come here.. or you can tell me to fuck off.. your choice."

you hesitate for a few seconds before dropping your bag on the floor, walking over to where he's seated.

he reaches out, fingers grazing your wrist and pulling you into his lap. your attention is pulled to the computer screen, the hentai girl getting fucked faster, but yunho turns it off with one hand, shifting his attention to you.

"tell me what you want," he says, breath warm against your neck as he leans in. his fingers slip up your arm, thumb rubbing small circles in the skin.

you turn your head, lips almost touching his, "touch me like you've always imagined."

yunho's mouth crashes into yours, tongue sliding against yours with a hungry groan. his hand moves over your thigh, pushing your skirt up, his calloused palms rubbing over your bare skin as he pulls you closer, making you straddle him.

his cock presses against your panties, causing you to rock against him to feeling every inch of him sliding along you. yunho's hands grip you ass, guiding your movement and making your grind down faster on him.

"so fucking wet already," he murmurs against your lips, nipping at the bottom one, "been wanting this pussy for so long.."

he tugs your blouse open, buttons popping as he exposes your bra. his mouth trails down your neck, sucking lightly at the pulse point before he moves lower.

his teeth graze your collarbone, down to your breasts, tongue flicking over one nipple until it hardens. he switches sides, sucking harder as one hand kneads the other.

you reach down between you, wrapping your figers around him. you stroke him softly, twisting your hand at the head, pulling a groan from his throat as his hips buck up into your hand.

"shit, just like that," he pants as he bunches your skirt around your waist, fingers hooking into your panties and yanking them aside. two fingers slide through your wetness before pushing inside you, curling to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

you continue stroking him, smearing the precum that leaks from his tip and matching your strokes to the rhythm of his fingers. the chair creaks under you both as you ride fingers, chasing your release.

yunho pulls his fingers out suddently, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean.

"taste so good.. need to be inside you," he murmurs as he lifts you slightly, lining his cock up with your entrance and rubbing his head through your wetness.

he pulls you down inch by inch until you're seated flush against him, causing a whimper to fall from your mouth as your head falls to his shoulder. he gives you a moment, hand stroking your back softly.

yunho starts thrusting slowly, hips rolling deep into yours as your arms wrap around his neck. the room fills with the sound of skin on skin, your arousal coating his cock and thighs as you kiss him messily.

one of his hands slips between you, thumb finding your clit and rubbing in small circles.

your breath hitches, the coil in your belly tightening further. "yunho," you gasp against his mouth, "don't stop- please-"

"not stopping," he growls, picking you up and setting you on the mattress behind his setup. your legs wrap around his waist as he drives into you deeper, the frame of his bed knocking against the wall.

your nails dig into his back, leaving red marks under his shirt, pulling a groan from his throat.

"come on," he urges, thumb coming back to your clit, "let me feel you cum around me."

your orgasm hits you hard, your pussy clenching tight around him as he thrusts through it, chasing his own release. his rhythm stutters, hips slamming deep into yours as he cums with a groan, spilling hot inside you.

he stays buried inside you, rocking gently as you both catch your breath. after a minute, he pulls out slowly, cum leaking down your thigh. he collapses beside you, arm pulling your against his chest as his fingers trace patterns on your arm.

yunho shifts a little, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head before brushing a strand of hair from your face, "you okay?" you nod against him, legs still loosely tangled with his.

he reaches over for his water bottle on the nightstand, popping it open and holding it to your lips. you take a few sips, the liquid sliding down and soothing your throat, yunho takes a few sips himself before setting it back on the nightstand.

you lean back in your chair, trying to keep your expression neutral as you continue to notice the little cracks in his unbreakable mask as pack captain.

you glance at the clock before smoothly interjecting, "we've covered the important stuff. everything else can wait until tomorrow, hongjoong's got a prior commitment i scheduled. let's wrap this up."

hongjoong shoots you a look, but you can see the relief flickering in his eyes for a split second before he masks it again.

the pack members murmur in agreement as they gather papers and file out, leaving you and hongjoong alone.

he exhales sharply, pressing his palms flat on the table as his hands tremor again. "i had it handled," he mutters, pushing himself to stand, the tiny sway in his wobbly knees selling him out.

you rise, crossing to him slowly, "i know you did, but you don't have to right now, puppy."

he smolders, "don't baby me. i'm not some weak-"

you cut him off with a hand on his wrist, thumb brushing his pulse point, "never said you were. but your heat's starting, joong. i need to get you home."

he huffs as he lets you guide him out towards your shared apartment, his scent beginning to smell sweeter with every step closer to his nest. by the time you get home, he's already stripping his layers, his movements jerky.

"i can handle the first waves alone," hongjoong insists, turning away to fuss with the nest he's been building in secret: your hoodies, some of his own clothes, your favorite blanket all arranged in a messy cocoon on the bed, "you have things to-"

you step closer, pressing your chest to his back, arms sliding around his waist to let your scent envelope him, "no puppy, i'm here."

"fuck you," he shivers, a soft whine escaping his lips.

you smile against his hair, "later. when you earn it."

his heat crashes over him with haste, turning hongjoong into a live wire: bratty and pushing every button he can find. he's naked, skin feverish and glistening with sweat as his cock stands hard and leaking against his stomach and into his nest.

his thighs tremble, pretty pink hole clenching around nothing as slick drips down his skin in shiny trails, soaking into the blankets.

"get over here," hongjoong demands, reaching for your belt with shaky fingers. you catch his wrist, pinning above his head with ease, pulling a snarl from his throat, "what the fuck? i need you-"

"you need to behave," you reply cooly, free hand trailing down his chest and playing with his nipples, a broken gasp leaving his lips.

choose your own adventure!

you slide two fingers down to his dripping hole, circling the tight rim before pushing in, his hole immediately sucking your fingers deeper greedily.

"you don't get to be a brat, even when you're in heat. not if you want this fat knot stretching them open," you mutter, thrusting your fingers slowly.

hongjoong's eyes flash with defiance as another wave of heat washes over him, making him push back onto your fingers.

you add a third, scissoring and curling them against his prostate with ease. his cock leaks steadily, the clear slick leaking down his shaft, pooling on his skin.

you lean in, sucking one nipple into your mouth while fucking him with your fingers, tongue flicking until he can't hold back his whimpers.

"please- fuck, alpha, i'm right there- don't stop-"

you pull your fingers out right as his thighs start to shake harder, making him whine angrily, chasing your hand. "you're evil. i hate you so much right now," he mutters, pout evident on his lips.

"liar," you murmur as you strip slowly, starting with your shirt, then your pants and underwear, your own slick glistening on your thighs. your knot is already swelling at the base as you push him onto his back, spreading his legs wide and hooking them over your shoulders.

you work him open again with four fingers, pumping them deep as your free hand strokes his cock in slow strokes. his balls tighten as his hole flutters, signaling his incoming orgasm, causing you to stop completely. hongjoong thrashes, tears slipping down his temples.

"alpha- please, i need to cum.. please- look at what you're doing to me," he begs, voice cracking as more slick gushes around your fingers. he sobs more, hips bucking as you continue to stroke him slowly.

"say it nicely. tell me what a good omega you can be," you whisper, slowing your strokes even more.

"make me," he growls through the haze of his heat.

you fuck him with your fingers until they're drenched before switching to your tongue, sucking and licking until he's writhing. his scent is overwhelming as you grind your cunt against the bed for relief, leaving wet streaks on the fabric.

you continue to edge him mercilessly, your fist pumping his cock tightly as your fingers grind against his prostate, enough for his bratty act to drop.

"alpha- please, i'll be good, i'll listen- i'll stop being a brat, just please knot me- fill me up- please breed me, pleasepleaseplease-"

you reward him, pulling your fingers free and replacing it with your cock, thrusting into the hilt in one stroke. hongjoong wails, back arching off the bed as his walls clamp down on you tightly.

you set a brutal pace, hips snapping hard as you fuck him deeper, your hand finding his cock to stroke in time with your thrusts. the wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, broken up by the wet sounds of his slick and broken moans.

"that's it. take your alpha's cock like the needy omega you are," you growl, angling your hips to hit his prostate, making his eyes roll back.

you feel your knot swelling fast, catching on his rim with every thrust, and you slow down just enough to torture him, "beg for it properly, puppy."

"knot me- fuck, alpha, please knot me- stuff me full, i'm yours- i'm sorry for being a brat- please just lock inside me and cum, breed me-"

you thrust forward roughly, your knot popping past his tight ring and inflating fully, locking you together. hongjoong screams in pleasure, cumming in powerful ropes across his own chest and stomach, his hole milking your knot.

you follow right after, snarling as you pump rope and rope of hot cum deep inside him, your knot pulsing as you flood his belly until it swells.

you collapse over his, rolling you both to your sides as you stay locked, chest pressed to his back, one arm wrapped around his waist while the other strokes his spent cock slowly.

"good boy," you whisper as you press soft kisses along his shoulder, nuzzling his scent gland.

he huffs a tired laugh, pressing back against your knot with a whimper, "still hate looking weak.. but thank you for making me feel good.."

you strip down slowly, your own cunt slick and throbbing from the scent of his heat, your nipples tightening. you lie back in his nest, spreading your legs as you watch him with heavy-lidded eyes.

"get over here and fuck me then," you say, voice commanding.

hongjoong crawls to you immediately. "don't tell me what to do," he snaps, his hands shaking as he grips your thighs, spreading you wider.

his cock slides against your soaked folds, pulling a whine from his own throat as his hips twitch uncontrollably.

you reach down, guiding the head of his cock to your entrance, "take what you need, omega. or are you gonna keep being a whiny little mess?"

he pushes in with a quiet whine, your cunt swallowing him with ease. "fuck- so wet, so fucking warm-" he gasps, bottoming out and grinding. his face buries in your neck, breathing growing ragged as he thrusts slowly.

he picks up the pace, chasing the pleasure of your warm heat, whimpers slipping out between his teeth, "hate how much i need this.. need you so bad.."

you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as you claw down his back. his rhythm falters, cock throbbing as slick gushes between the two of you, and you clench around him, making him keen and stutter.

"alpha- please, let me knot you- i'm so close already," he begs, voice breaking into a whine, "stop squeezing like that or i'll- fuck, i'll cum too soon-!"

you roll your hips up to meet his, taking control of the rhythm, "then earn it, puppy. fuck me properly and maybe i'll let that pretty knot stretch me open."

he growls against your skin, nipping at your collarbone as his hips snap in a punishing rhythm. "you're so mean.. please.. hurts.. need to lock inside you- fill you up until it leaks," he whimpers loudly, cock twitching as your walls flutter.

you flip suddenly, straddling him and sinking back down onto his cock, riding him hard as your slick coats his balls and thighs. hongjoong's hands fly to your hips, gripping hard enough to bruise as his head falls back into his soft nest.

"ride me, alpha- please use me," he babbles, tears slipping from his eyes as his cock swells at the base. his knot starts to inflate, catching on your entrance with every thrust, "i'm sorry for being a brat, please- just let me knot, pleaseplease, i'll be good, i swear- need to breed you so bad-"

you slow your pace, grinding in slow circles as his knot threatens to pop, edging him while he's buried in you.

"alpha- don't stop, please- 'm so full it aches, please let me lock in you- wanna pump you so full," he sobs loudly, hips bucking desperately as he chases the stretch.

you lean down, biting right over his scent gland as you slam yourself down hard, his knot finally popping inside you. it swells rapidly and locks deep, pulling a wail from hongjoong's throat as he cums, endless ropes of cum flooding you as his knot pulses.

"thank you- fuck, thank you- squeezing my knot so tight-!" he whines, nipping at your jaw, "please don't pull off, want you to stay locked forever, need more-!"

you rock gently to milk every spurt, pushing you to your own orgasm as his knot rubs your sensitive spot. your cunt spasms around him, drawing more cum out of him as you ride out the aftershocks.

"again.. when it goes down- wanna knot you again.. please alpha-"

he leans in, mouth brushing your ear, "just the tip, baby. wanna feel how wet you get for me.." his breath sends shivers down your spine, causing you to whimper softly in agreement.

wooyoung kisses you, letting his tongue slip past your lips as his hands roam, cupping your breasts through your top before he tugs it off. his thumbs play with your nipples until they pebble, and you arch your back into him as he pinches one teasingly.

he pushes you back onto the mattress, crawling over you and settling between your spread legs. his fingers hook into your panties, sliding them down your thighs slowly.

wooyoung runs two fingers through your folds, a groan falling from his lips when he feels your wetness, "fuck, look at you.. dripping for me and i've barely touched you.."

you reach for his waistband, tugging his sweatpants down enough to free his cock. he's hard, flushed and leaking at the tip. a hiss escapes him as you wrap your hand around him, stroking him slowly before he catches your wrist.

"ah-ah. just the tip, remember?" he smirks as he lines himself up, rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance, coating himself in your slick.

the thick head stretches you open, pulling a moan from your lips as your thighs tremble. wooyoung rocks shallowly, your walls fluttering around as you beg for more.

"feel that? so tight.. sucking me in even though i'm barely inside you," he pants, eyes locked on where your bodies connect.

he rocks a little more, his tip popping out and pressing against your clit, making you whine softly.

"wooyoung.. please," you beg, voice breathy with need.

he leans down, capturing your lips as he keeps up his torturous movements, sweat beading on his forehead.

he angles his hips different, pressing the tip against your entrance, causing you to cry out and clench around him.

"shit- baby, you're gonna make me lose it," he growls, his free hand sliding up your body, tracing your collarbone before wrapping it around your throat.

he squeezes gently, restricting your airway enough to make your head spin, eyes fluttering shut.

"that's my good girl," he praises, thumb stroking the side of your neck before applying more pressure.

your vision blurs at the edges, pushing you closer to the edge as wooyoung snaps his hips a little harder, pushing himself deeper unintentionally, halfway inside you.

he freezes, eyes widening at the feeling of your walls gripping him, ripping a broken moan from his throat, "fuck- i didn't mean to- shit, you feel too good-"

you gasp at the sudden fullness, and wooyoung thrusts harder, seating himself fully inside you, his hips flush against yours.

"fuck, i can't stop now," he admits, his hand tightening on your throat as he starts moving, every roll of his cock sending sparks through you.

you claw at his shoulders, gasping for breath when he loosens his grip for a moment before tightening again. tears prick your eyes from the sensation as wooyoung buries his face in your neck, teeth grazing your skin as his hips snap relentlessly.

"taking me so well, fuck-" he pants against your ear, his free hand sliding between your and rubbing your clit in tight circles.

your orgasm crashes over you without warning, vision whiting out as you shake under him, walls pulsing around him. wooyoung curses, hand coming back to your throat as he chases his own release. he buries himself deep, cumming with a guttural groan, filling you with hot pulses.

he collapses on top of you, hand sliding off your throat and cradling your face softly. wooyoung kisses you softly, whispering apologies and praises.

"little mouse," he murmurs, voice smooth, "you came."

your heart stutters seeing how much bigger he is than you, even when seated. you swallow, stepping closer as a shiver races down your spine.

"i shouldn't have," you whisper, your feet carrying you forward.

yeosang rises slowly, closing the distance between you slowly. his hand lifts to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip.

"yet here you are," he says, leaning down until his breath ghosts your ear, "walking into the den of your own volition. brave. or foolish."

his other hand settles on your waist, pulling your flush against him. your hands press against his chest as you tilt your head up, meeting his glowing eyes, "maybe both."

a low chuckle vibrates through him as he dips his head, lips brushing your temple, down to your cheek. his fangs graze your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

"i've watched you," he confesses against your throat, tongue tracing your pulse, "small thing like you, surrounded by monsters, but you never flinch. it makes make want to ruin you."

one hand slips down to grip your ass, lifting you effortlessly while the other threads into your hair, tilting your head back. he kisses you slowly, tongue sliding in slowly to taste you.

you moan into his mouth, fangs nipping at your lip until you taste the metallic tang of blood, and yeosang licks it away with a satisfied groan.

he walks you backward until you hit a wall, caging you with his body. his thigh presses between your legs, forcing them apart, and your hips roll against the muscle instinctively.

"so eager," he murmurs, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down your neck, "my pretty little human."

his cool fingers slip under your shirt, pushing it off with ease. he palms your breasts, squeezing gently and letting his thumbs circle your nipples into tight peaks.

"look at you," he says, voice turning rough, "fitting so perfectly in my hands. i could break you without trying."

yeosang sinks to his knees, tugging your pants down, taking your underwear with them. his shoulders spread your thighs as he hooks one leg over his arm, his tongue licks a slow stripe up your slit, causing you to cry out.

his tongue circles your clit, dipping inside and fucking you with it while his nose presses against you. two fingers join his tongue, stretching you open and curling against that spot that makes you see stars.

"tight," he growls against your thighs, fangs scraping lightly, "so fucking tight for me. you'll take my cock though, won't you? every inch."

you nod frantically as your hips buck against him, and he sucks your clit between his lips. it's enough to make you cum hard on his tongue and fingers, thighs trembling around his head.

yeosang stands, lifting you with ease, making your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you to the couch. he strips, pushing his pants down last and letting his cock spring free, thick and flushed at the tip, leaking steadily.

he sits back on the couch, pulling you into his lap and making you straddle him as his hands grip your hips gently. the head of his cock nudges your entrance, slick with your wetness and his precum.

"slow," he commands, voice straining with need, "i want to feel every bit of you around me."

you sink down inch by inch, the stretch burning as his girth forces your walls apart, filling you to your limit.

you gasp, forehead pressed to his chest as your nails dig into his shoulders.

"that's it," he praises, one hand stroking your back while the other holds you steady, "good girl.. look at how your pretty pussy swallows my cock."

your ass finally meets his thighs, the bulge in your lower belly visible, making yeosang press a hand there. "fuck, you're so small.. can see myself in you," he groans, stroking the protrusion.

he starts to thrust slowly, his body enveloping yours as his arms wrap around you, mouthing at your neck and sucking bruises into the skin.

you ride him as best you can, but he takes over, lifting you and slamming you back down with power. the wet sounds of your bodies meeting filling the room as sweat beads on your skin.

yeosang's fangs sink into your shoulder, drinking you enough to make you lightheaded. his venom heightens your senses, pushing you over the edge, your walls clenching as you cum around him.

he pulls his fangs free, licking the wound shut before flipping you into the couch. one hand braces beside your head while the other hikes your leg over his hip, the new angle deeper than before as he pounds into you with long strokes.

"mine," he growls, eyes glowing bright red, "this tight little cunt is mine."

you nod, babbling his name as he reaches between you, thumb circling your clit in time with his thrusts.

"cum for me again," he demands, "wanna feel you milk my cock when i fill you up."

you shatter for a third time, walls fluttering around his thick length. he follows moments later, burying himself inside you and letting his hot cum flood you. it leaks out around his cock, dripping down your thighs as he grinds through the aftershocks.

yeosang wraps his arms you, pulling you against his chest as he settles into the couch. his cold fingers trace your spine, his cock still twitching inside you.

minutes later, a strong hand wraps around your wrist, tugging you away from the crowd. jongho's grip is almost bruising as he pulls you down the hallway, pushing you into a dimly lit bedroom.

"what the fuck was that?" he questions harshly as he backs you against a wall, caging you in with his body. "flirting with him right in front of me? you trying to piss me off, princess?"

you tilt your chin up, heart racing, "maybe i am. you never do anything about it jongho. you're always holding back because of mingi."

his eyes darken. "you think you can tease me like that and walk away?" he snaps, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him, "you're mine. even if we can't say it out loud."

jongho brings his lips to yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth as his hands slide down to grip your hips. you moan into him, fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him closer.

"turn around," he growls against your lips, spinning you to face the mirror. your hands brace on the dresser in front of it, and jongho presses up behind you, his chest against your back. "watch. see what happens when you flirt with that idiot."

his hands yank your dress up over your hips, fingers hooking in your panties and shoving them down your thighs. jongho frees himself from his pants, rubbing the head of his cock against your already soaked folds.

"so wet already," he murmurs, "all that teasing and you're still dripping for me.. such a bad girl."

he pushes in slowly, his eyes never leaving the mirror as your mouth falls open in a silent moan, and he brings a hand up around your throat.

jongho bottoms out, his hips flush against your ass as a low groan escapes his lips. "fuck.. look at us," he mutters as he stars moving, one hand on your hip while the other slides between your legs to play with your clit, "this is what you wanted, isn't it? my cock ruining you while your brother's downstairs?"

you whimper, trying to push back against him as his cock hits that spot inside you, making your legs shake. "harder, jongho- please," you gasp.

his pace turns punishing, fingers digging into your hip and pulling you back onto him, the angle hitting deeper inside you, making it harder to contain your moans.

"shh, baby," he whispers against your ear, biting the lobe, "can't let anyone hear you taking your brother's best friend's cock," he teases as tugs your dress down, pinching your nipple as he watches your reflection closely.

"gonna cum- jongho-!" you whimper as his fingers circle your clit relentlessly, his cock dragging against your walls.

"cum for me," he orders, voice ragged, "let me feel it. show me who you belong to."

your orgasm hits you hard, thighs trembling as you clench around him, crying out his name, and jongho thrusts a few more times before he spills inside you with a low groan.

he stays inside you, arms wrapping around your waist as he presses soft kisses to your shoulder.

"this can't keep happening," you whisper as you lean back into him.

jongho meets your eyes in the mirror, a smirk playing on his lips. "too late for that. you're stuck with me."

you had one too many drinks, enough to loosen you up, and when his sleek black car pulled up, you made a show of rolling your eyes.

"great. i guess i'm stuck with you," you mutter as you slide into the passenger seat. seonghwa didn't even glance at you as he adjusted his tie, making your stomach twist with irritation.

"try not to talk the whole way," he says quietly as he pulls the car into traffic, the city lights illuminating his profile.

you hated how good he looked.

you smirk, crossing your arms, "scared i'll ruin your perfect evening? poor seonghwa, bet it kills you that i don't fall in like everyone else."

his grip tightened on the wheel, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. "what's wrong? cat got your tongue? or are you just pretending that you want me to shut up?" you giggle, shifting so your dress rides up your thighs.

seonghwa's hand shoots out, fingers wrapping firmly around your thigh, teasing the hem of your dress. "you've been testing me all night," he murmurs, eyes still fixed on the road, "pushing every button like the little brat you are. keep it up and see what happens."

heat floods your core as you laugh softly, leaning closer so your lips nearly brush his ear, "prove it then. or are you all talk, park seonghwa?"

the car swerves onto a quiet side street before pulling into a dim parking garage, and seonghwa turns to you fully, eyes blazing with frustration.

"get over here," he orders, hauling you over the console when you don't move fast enough for him, making you straddle his lap. his hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise, making sure you can't squirm.

"always have to have the last word," he growls, one hand sliding up to fist in your hair, yanking your head back enough to expose your throat. his mouth attaches to your skin, teeth grazing your pulse point and sucking a dark mark. "you need to learn how to behave."

you rock against him rebelliously, feeling the hard length of him straining through his slacks, "make me."

he kisses you, tongue sweeping in quick enough to make your teeth clash. you bite his lower lip, pulling a groan from his throat, hand tightening in your hair as punishment.

"brat," he whispers in your mouth, free hand shoving your dress higher and letting his fingers trace the edge of your panties before dipping beneath the fabric.

"fuck, you're dripping f'me already," he murmurs, voice laced with satisfaction. two fingers slide into you without warning, curling enough to make your hips buck.

you try to set the pace by grinding down but seonghwa holds you firmly, controlling the rhythm of his thrusting fingers. "none of that. you're gonna take what i give you," he snaps, bringing a thumb to your clit.

your hand fumbles with his belt, desperate to feel him inside you, but he catches your wrists in one hand, pinning them in place.

"not yet. you don't get to rush me after tormenting me," he mutters as he tugs the top of your dress down, freeing your breasts. his lips close around one nipple, sucking and biting gently, alternating until your thighs are shaking.

"seonghwa- please-"

"please what?" he smirks as he pulls back, lips shiny with spit, "use your words like a good girl. or do i need to edge you more?"

he releases your wrists, letting you undo his belt and free his cock, flushed and leaking at the tip as you stroke him gingerly. "sit on my cock, slowly," he hisses as he grabs your hips, lifting you.

you barely obey, hovering just to frustrate him. he pulls you onto him in one motion, the sharp slap of your ass meeting his hips filling the car.

"fuck- seonghwa-!"

"that's it," he praises, guiding your hips in a quick rhythm. the car rocks with each thrust, speeding up when he feels your walls clench around him.

one hand returns to your hair while the other grips your ass, spanking you hard whenever you try to guide the pace. "you're gonna take it. and no more running that pretty mouth unless it's moaning my name," he orders, mouthing at your neck.

your nails dig into his shoulder through his shirt as seonghwa reaches between you, rubbing tight circles into your clit that makes your orgasm build faster.

"gonna cum," you gasp, trying to grind into his hand.

"not without permission," he growls, slowing down to tease you, "tell me you're mine now. no more fighting me."

"yours- fuck, i'm yours, seonghwa, please let me cum-"

he slams up into you, thumb pressing hard on your clit, and it's enough to push you over the edge. you cum hard, pussy pulsing around his cock as you cry out. he follows moments later, spilling inside you with a guttural moan, hips stuttering.

you collapse against his chest as both of you breathe hard, slick with sweat. his arms wrap around you almost tenderly, one hand stroking your back as you bury your face in his neck.

you crossed the room, the fabric of your skirt brushing against your thighs as you dropped to your knees between his spread legs.

you reach for his belt, fingers working the buckle open as yunho's free hand falls to the arm of his chair, knuckles whitening.

you palm him through the material of his tailored slacks, cock already half-hard and radiating heat. you tug the zipper down slowly, freeing him into your hand, his cock flushing at the tip.

you lean in, taking just the tip into your mouth, tongue swirling around it slowly. yunho's thigh jumps under the stimulation and he fights to keep his voice calm, though you can hear the slight strain.

you take him deeper, cheeks hollowing as you suck, the heat of your mouth sinking down his length. your tongue presses flat along the underside of him, tracing the veins until he bumps the back of your throat.

yunho's hand finds the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair as he tries to ground himself.

you pull back with a soft pop, a string of spit connecting your lips to his cock, and you take a couple deep breaths before diving back in, using your hand to twist around the base where your mouth couldn't reach.

your free hand slips between your thighs, pressing against the damp fabric of your panties, rubbing small circles to ease the ache.

yunho's breathing gets shallower, his cock throbbing harder in your mouth as you suck harder, keeping your cheeks hollowed with every stroke.

he mutes the call for a second, letting out a low groan as his eyes roll back. "fuck, baby," he whispers, voice gravelly. he collects himself before unmuting, jumping back into the conversation.

you relax your throat to take him all the way, nose brushing the soft skin near the base of his cock, holding yourself there until your lungs burn for air. spit drips down your chin as you pull back, making a mess on his slacks.

you lick along the side of him, tracing every inch with your tongue before sucking on his balls gently, making them draw tight under your attention.

yunho's fingers tighten in your hair as you return to his cock, head bobbing steadily, making your jaw ache.

his thighs start to tremble faintly, making you speed up and bring your hand up to pump him, humming around him to add more stimulation.

"we'll circle back next week," yunho manages, keeping his voice professional until the call clicks off.

as soon as his headset is off, both of his hands tangle in your hair, hips snapping brutally into your mouth with controlled thrusts.

"shit, you feel so good," he groans as tears prick your eyes. yunho cums with a choked moan, hips stuttering as thick ropes hit the back of your throat that you swallow instantly.

you pull off slowly, licking him clean with soft laps of your tongue before tucking him back into his pants. yunho pulls you up into his lap, arms wrapping around your waist as his face buries into your neck.

you squirm helplessly on the bed, wrists bound above your head with mingi's belt, the thick material digging into your skin enough to sting.

yunho and mingi are shirtless, kneeling on either side of you. your legs are spread, knees held open by their hands, leaving your dripping pussy exposed to the air.

"fuck, look at you," mingi murmurs, one finger tracing a line up your inner thigh, stopping just before your slick folds. "already soaking the sheets and we haven't done anything yet."

yunho leans down, his breath hot against your ear as he nips at your earlobe, "our pretty girl's so needy... you want us so bad, don't you?"

yunho's long fingers slide through your wetness, parting your folds and circling your swollen clit, applying enough pressure to make your hips jerk. a little whimper escapes your lips, causing yunho to pull his hand away, leaving you with nothing.

"no-please, yunho-!" you whimper, tugging at the belt restraining you.

mingi chuckles as he brings his lips to yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth. yunho watches you two closely, palming his hardening cock through his sweats.

mingi's fingers push inside you without warning, stretching your tight walls and curling them against that spongy spot inside you. his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing in steady circles in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

"that's it, baby, ride my fingers," mingi praises, the wet sounds of his fingers filling the room, "you're close, aren't you? clenching so tight around me.."

you pant as your hips grind down onto his hand, getting dangerously close to the edge before mingi yanks his hand away, leaving you empty and throbbing.

you cry out in frustration, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as yunho surges forward, crashing his mouth against mingi's above you.

the kiss is messy, mingi's hand coming up to grip the back of yunho's neck. mingi's free hand slips into yunho's sweats, pulling his cock out and stroking it slowly, his thumb swirling over the leaking head.

yunho groans into mingi's mouth, his hips twitching into his touch as he completely ignores your desperate whimpers.

"god- mingi.. your hand feels so fucking good," yunho breathes as they part, a string of saliva connecting their lips.

yunho moves towards you, settling between your spread thighs, his shoulders keeping you open as he leans in. he licks a long stripe from entrance to your clit, savoring your taste.

yunho focuses on your clit, swirling his tongue in circles before sliding two fingers deep inside you, making your back arch off the bed.

"yunho- oh god, right there-! i'm so close-" you sob, hands grabbing at the material of mingi's belt.

he sucks harder and pumps his fingers faster, bringing you right to the edge before pulling away, chin glistening with your wetness.

you whine loudly, body shaking as yunho leans over the kiss mingi again, their tongues tangling as mingi's hand wraps around both their cocks, stroking them together slowly.

you watch through your frustrated haze, low moans filling the room as they grind against each other. yunho's hand joins mingi's, caressing both their heads, making everything slicker.

they break apart again and mingi slides between your legs, pushing three fingers inside you. he stretches you wide as his mouth latches onto your clit, sucking hard and flicking his tongue rapidly.

yunho straddles one of your thighs, his cock rubbing against your skin as he reaches down to pinch your nipples, adding sparks of pleasure.

the coil in your stomach winds tight again, your whole body trembling as your walls flutter around mingi's fingers, teetering right on the edge before they stop agaiin.

yunho pushes mingi onto his back, yanking his sweats all the way down and taking mingi's cock into his mouth, yunho's gags filling the room. mingi's hand fists into yunho's hair, hips bucking up as a deep groan falls from his lips.

"please.. can't take it anymore," you sob, tears slipping down your cheeks, "need to cum to bad- please let me-"

mingi smirks, lips swollen as he turns back to you, "not yet, doll. you look so cute when you're desperate for us.."

the edge you more times than you can count: yunho fucking you with his fingers, mingi eating you out sloppily. each time they get you so close before pulling away, giving each other the attention you desperately want.

"think she's had enough?" yunho asks, lazily pumping his fist around mingi's cock.

mingi looks down at your tear-streaked face, a grin playing on his lips, "what do you say, baby? you wanna cum for us?"

"yes-! yes please, i'll do anything, just please- let me cum," you whine pathetically, hips twitching into them.

yunho and mingi share one last kiss before mingi pushes two fingers into your soaked pussy, curling them perfectly against your g-spot. yunho adds his fingers to your clit, circling steadily while mingi pumps his fingers ruthlessly.

"cum for us," yunho orders, voice rough, "let go, princess. we've got you."

your whole body seizes, bacl arching off the bed as a broken scream tears from your throat. your pussy gushes and spasms around mingi's fingers, soaking their hands and the sheets as they fuck you through every pulse of your orgasm.

yunho and mingi pull away from you and mingi reaches up to untie the belt from your wrists, rubbing the red marks and pressing soft kisses to them.

"you did so good for us, baby," mingi whispers as he slides down beside you, pulling your body into his. yunho grabs a damp cloth, cleaning you gently.

"our pretty girl.. did perfect for us," yunho says softly as he tosses the cloth aside, climbing into bed on your other side. he drapes an arm over your waist, nuzzling into your neck as mingi strokes your hair.

you sigh softly, curling into their warm bodies. mingi kisses your forehead, down to your temple, while yunho presses kisses along your shoulder.

"love you," you mumble sleepily, eyes already fluttering shut.