The argument had been stupid, something small that snowballed in the car on the way home. You were still fuming in the passenger seat, arms crossed, when he finally sighed and pulled into an empty parking lot behind an abandoned store.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he said, voice low. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You looked at him for a long second, still irritated, then unbuckled your seatbelt. “Then prove it.”

Before he could respond, you shoved the seat back as far as it would go, hiked your skirt up, and slid your panties down your legs. You grabbed the back of his head and pulled him toward your already wet pussy.

“Eat it,” you ordered, spreading your thighs. “Right here. Make it up to me.”

He didn’t hesitate. He leaned over the console, broad shoulders wedged between your legs, and buried his face in your cunt like a man starved. His tongue dragged hot and heavy through your folds, licking up every drop before latching onto your clit and sucking.

You moaned loudly, fingers tightening in his hair as you rocked against his mouth. “That’s it… Apologize like you mean it.”

He groaned into your pussy, the sound vibrating against your clit as he ate you out messily; tongue fucking into you, lips sucking, nose bumping your clit with every eager movement. The windows started to fog up while he devoured you, completely focused on making you feel good.

You came hard on his tongue, thighs squeezing around his head, moaning his name as pleasure pulled through you. Even after you finished, he kept licking softly, cleaning you up like he was apologizing with every stroke.

When he finally pulled back, lips shiny and breathing hard, he looked up at you with dark, hungry eyes. “Am I forgiven?” he asked, voice rough.

You smirked, still catching your breath.

“Not yet,” you said, pulling him back down. “Keep kissing it better.”

whimpering incoherent pleas while i mock you for being a needy slut

"what do you need, baby. use your words" i mumble in your ear

you being too shy to say it, but being desperate all the same. grinding your hips with me instead, still resting your head against me as you yearn for me to rub your clit

"is your little clit throbbing for me, little slut? you can't cum unless i give it some attention huh?"

you blush and i feel you nod against my skin, still rocking your perfect hips as my cock digs deep into your hole

"you gotta beg me for it, sweetheart"

eventually you cave because it's just too much, you need release. a shaky "please please touch my clit. i need it" leaves your lips as my hands grip firm on your hips, keeping you in place for me while i rut into you

i praise you sweetly, slapping your ass before trailing my hand down to your poor, neglected clit

you immediately let out a long grateful moan as you beg me to give you more

whispering in your ear about what a filthy slut you are for me as my thumb grinds faster and faster, my cock still impaling your sweet cunt over and over

“ WE CAN TAKE IT ALL NIGHT !! ”

move it round and round !!

- a yungi fic , word count ; 1.7k. -

contains nsfw, some plot..mostly smut. needy jyh, giver smg. NOT PROOF READ !! sorry in advance for any spelling errors.

SYNOPSIS : yungi on their weekly call after they finished all their college classes, usually it revolves around them talking about absolutely nothing that matters—resulting in them falling asleep while still being on the line with eachother, but this time..it was a bit different. well for yunho atleast. the way his cheeks grew hot at every sound mingi made whenever he moved, the soft groans he made whenever he’d stretch. poor yunho just had to sit there and endure his throbbing arousal that was now clear in his pants. or, does he ?

after a insanely long day of straight classes, studying, and walking for what seemed like forever around campus—yunho finally arrived back at his dorm, where he could talk to his newly long distanced bestfriend, song mingi. they used to be inseparable before mingi moved abroad to fufill his dreams of becoming a korean singer, leaving yunho alone back in the states. the time difference was intense, but lucky for those two, yunho got out of classes at 12pm, while mingi was up writing lyrics at 12am. that was their little moment to finally call and catch up with eachother.

yunho found himself settling down at his desk that was illuminated by a small lamp that sat on the wooden surface. his macbook infront of him and his phone propped up on a few textbooks slightly to his left. he typed away softly at his computer while he waited for the incoming call that he found himself always waiting for. as for mingi, he was in his studio, sighing softly as he pulled the headphones off his head, making them lay ontop of his shoulders. he grabbed his phone and looked down at the screen, maneuvering his fingers over to yunhos contact and calling him, it rung once, then twice, before yunhos face finally popped up on mingis phone. yunho smiled softly at the camera. “ still up doing those songs of yours ? ” mingi smiled softly, “ you know me so well. hows school going? ” yunho pressed his lips together and looked up like he was thinking. “ wellll, lets see..well for starters im alone, no one to talk to or walk to class with. i think it was because..hm. my bestfriend decided to leave me in this shitty state! ” yunho complained dramatically, mingi smiled and nodded at the screen, before pouting at him. “ awee. sounds like a god awful friend..who would do such a thing ?? ” yunho bit the inside of his cheek and narrowed his eyes while nodding. “ yeah, fuck you. ” he said playfully which made mingi snicker before putting his phone down to rest on a desk in the studio. hours pass by, mingi showed yunho some of the lyrics he came up with, even letting him rearrange the ones he wasnt too sure about himself. after maybe two hours, mingi found himself in bed sighing softly after such a long day of standing in that booth. yunho was still at his desk, reclining back slightly in his chair as he hummed gently. “so, how is it, in korea i mean ?” mingi looked up at his ceiling as his phone laid next to his pillow. “ its alright. ive been working alot more on exercising lately, its quite big over here to be fit. ” yunho laughed softly, staring into the camera with those big, boba-like eyes of his. “ yeah? already got some girl to impress? ” mingi laughed as his voice croaked slightly while it dived down. “ oh please, youre like my entire social life, yun. you know that. ”

yunho felt his stomach do a flip and then tie into a pretty little bow when mingi called him that. it was a nickname he used on him all the time throughout highschool, and whenever mingi wasnt staring at yunho like he wanted to devour him whole, this was his other way of showing his love. yeah, sure. they were just close friends, but sometimes it felt deeper than that. something below the surface that was more intense, and serious. but it was also something that was unspoken of.

“ mm. “ yunho softly let out a low hum after a couple seconds of silence. mingi began talking about his schedule, and how draining it is for him. yunho listened quietly and looked to the side off camera. why does he have to sound so good when hes exhausted? the way he dragged out his words, paused every now and then. yunho cleared his throat and bit his lip, looking down as mingi kept going on about upcoming events. he put his hand on his lap and attempted to push his bulge down slightly, playing it off as if he was just “adjusting the way he was sitting”. but it didnt get any easier for him. both of their cameras were still on, mingi looked up at the camera with his siren like eyes. “ youre listening , right? ” yunho looked up at the screen again “huh? yeah!- no, yeah i am..you were talking about the meeting you have tomorrow, right? ” mingi narrowed his eyes “ yeah, like 3 minutes ago i was. im talking about this fashion event i got invited to now. ” yunho bit his lip and nodded gently. “right, sorry. my minds a bit scrambled from all the work and stuff ive been doing..” a lie. a lie that slipped from his lips so damn easily. mingi let out a skeptical “uhhuhhh.” before continuing yapping about his plans. yunho grunted slightly the more he heard the words fall from mingis mouth. he grabbed his erection through his pants, slowly stroking it. it was only a few seconds into this that he paused..thinking, “am i seriously palming myself to my bestfriend?..” he blankly stared off into the blue before sighing to himself. fuck it. if mingi makes him feel like this, whats the point in even denying it and acting like he doesnt? he kept moving his hand on himself through the sweatpants he was wearing. trying to keep his composure while still being on camera. tho he couldnt lie, it all added onto the thrill and fuzziness he felt in the pits of his stomach. mingi groaned softly, letting the noise slip all prettily from his lips, carelessly. because he didnt know his friend on the other line was getting off to his voice. the way he sounded, how he laughed, even how he glanced at the camera every now and then. but yunhos poor cock didnt let that slide so easily. when he didnt think it could, it got even harder. being almost painful on his end. he slowly looked up at the camera, lip all red from nibbling on it to try to keep his own mouth shut from the noises that threatened to come out. “mingi-ya..” he whined out slightly, which he silently cursed himself for. he couldnt even keep his pathetic tone hidden. mingi looked at the camera, an eyebrow slightly raised.

“yeah? you okay??” he questioned. yunho nodded rather fast. “yeah, no im fine i just— im gonna turn my camera off for a bit, okay?? but dont worry im still—..mmh..still listening..” he breathed out. mingi noticed his tone, but decided to brush it off, he said okay, deciding to keep his curiosity and wonders to himself. yunho quickly turned his camera off, and once mingi began talking again he shoved his sweatpants down. it was eager, it was needy, but he tried to be quiet with his movements as much as possible. after taking everything off, he stared at his touch-starved tip that was dripping by now, mingis voice that continued in the background made yunhos poor head all fuzzy. he finally grabbed the base of his rock hard cock, dragging his hand up, and then back down for the first time. he sucked air in through his clenched teeth, then let his jaw hang open slightly. he began pumping all his inches, moving at a pace that matched up with the way mingis voice came out.

“but after that..i think im free. i still have to learn a choreography though..but it wont be hard for me, i might be complaining but you never knew me as someone who quits, aint that right, yun?” fuck. yunho reacted bad to that. he tilted his head back and nodded, even tho his camera was off. “mm..yeah..yeah, no youre..youll be able to do it.” yunho gritted out, fisting his cock that was now glistening from all the precum his tip kept pouring out. he clenched his jaw and tilted his head up just enough to catch glance of mingis face, his brows furrowed upwards as his sight laid on him. mingis plump lips that he wanted to see all messy with spit while he fucked himself deep into his throat. his low, hooded eyes that stared back up into the camera—exhausted after the long day, he could only imagine what theyd look like all fucked out. while being all lost in thought, he didnt even realize mingi had went quiet now. taking in the noises that came from the other line..the groans, the heavy pants and dragged out drags of air, the faint, low wet plopping sounds. mingi raised his eyebrow before smiling softly and letting out a breathy chuckle—rolling himself over to face the ceiling. yunho was all teary eyed after being so close to his high but then letting it die down after mingi laid out of frame and stopped speaking. “m-mingi?..” yunho let out shakily. mingi let out a soft hum before answering, “you done?” yunho paused and looked at the phone. “..with what?” he said innocently.

“ yun, dont play dumb with me. i knew you looked forward to my calls but..i didnt know i made you that excited. ” mingi purred out. yunho sat speechless at his friends tone of voice. he felt a warm, thick liquid drip down his hand that was wrapped around his cock, which dragged his attention downwards. he stared at the cum that dripped down his fingers, all the way down to his thighs. fuck. whyd he have to turn him on this bad? “im so sorry i didnt wanna interrupt you by hanging up so i just figured id!—” yunho got cut off by a low laugh that rung through his phones speakers. “ yun. its fine. i mean its kinda cute, im flattered. ” mingi picked his phone up and rolled back onto his stomach, his face showing, yunho tensed up as he saw mingi tilt his head and give the best fuck-me eyes to the camera. that absolutely wrecked yunho.

“ so.`gonna be a good boy and tell me how i make you feel? ”