HEAR ME OUT. After watching the All In mv, I have gained knowledge. This turned out so long and messy. I’m so sorry TT. Some warnings include: bad writing, smut, and probably me just cussing. @mikoto-ica-fics this was the thought I was talking about!! Aaaaaahhhhh
You work at one of the busiest banks in the city. One morning, when everyone comes into work, but then panic ensues once the employees find notes at the front door, telling them that this is a warning. Soon the bank will be emptied of all its assets if they’re not careful. Your boss, of course, does not take these threats seriously and demands you all go back to work as usual.
A day later, something does actually happen. Some money goes missing from the bank, and it causes a frenzy among the employees. Now your boss is a little more concerned, but he’s sure it’s nothing to be too worried about. But to be safe, he calls in a private investigator to find anything suspicious.
The next morning, private investigator, Lee Minho, waltzes in to investigate the threat and the missing money. Your boss questions why he’s here since he hasn’t even made the call yet. Minho reassures him that he’s already been paid for his services, and that one of the other employees must have called him, however they wanted to remain anonymous, so Minho has no idea who it was. Your Boss is a little hesitant, but he allows Minho to continue since it’s not coming out of his pocket.
For the rest of the day, Minho inspects the entirety of the bank. He doesn’t speak with anyone unless he needs access to a room. You can’t help but look at him in awe, wondering how someone so handsome could work as a PI. It’s almost like he’s straight out of a novel. It’s almost impossible to take your eyes off of him. So impossible that you actually get called out for it by one of your coworkers, who decides to loudly announce to the whole room for you to stop ogling the detective. It’s even more embarrassing when the victim of your stares is now paying attention to you because of that little scene.
After having a look around the bank, the next day Minho decides it’s time to start questioning some of the employees. It's a few hours later until he finally comes knocking on your office door. He saunters in like a cat as he takes a seat in front of your desk. He asks you a few standard questions such as if you seen anything strange going on, or asking you where you were the night the money was stolen. You answer as quickly and as calmly as you can. But the dreamy dark gaze he keeps gazing at you with has your heart beating out of your chest.
After your little questionnaire, Minho stands from his seat and lazily walks towards your office window, looking out into the sea of employees and patrons. “I’ve noticed you’ve been observing me quite a lot, Miss L/n. Mind explaining yourself?” he ask just as he twist the blinds shut, shielding the both of you from the outside world.
You gulp at the question. You’re not entirely sure what’s going through his mind right now, but you know well what’s going through yours: oh shit. You can’t believe he’s calling you out. “W-well. I mean I never seen a detective up close so I just was a little surprised, That’s all” you twiddle your thumbs, hoping that will ease some of your nerves. It doesn’t help much.
Minho waits for an actual answer. There’s a painfully smug smirk on his face, that normally you would wish to punch off of anyone, but it looked so fucking hot on him. You slink back in your office chair, feeling smaller and smaller when he approaches your desk once again. He leans against it, showcasing his clearly toned arms that hide beneath the cursed shirt he’s wearing.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve been admiring me. Getting too lost staring at me that you forget to do your own work,” he clicks his tongue, “Such a bad girl...” A chill immediately courses down your body. That was unexpected. You nearly think about the wetness that’s beginning to pool in your pantie, but you remember that you’re at work and he’s a detective. This is so wrong.
“Mr. Lee I don’t think this is-”
Minho raises a brow, “Hm? Appropriate? Just like it’s appropriate to have dirty thoughts about a private investigator?” he’s known you for almost less than a day and he already understands how you work. He walks around your desk and stands just besides you. Like a scared animal, you jump out of your seat. He leans down and his hot breath hits your cheek, “I can show you just what I’ve learned while on the job. Would you like that, hm?”
You’re not sure what’s gotten into you, but your mind is ablaze. You know you shouldn’t be doing this, but you’re weak. Almost pathetically, you’re quick to answer him, “Please”
In an instant, Minho grabs a hold of your chin and pulls you into him, dragging you into a heated kiss. His lips are soft and warm, almost addicting. The kiss is messy, but calculated like he knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s so sweet that you moan. You can feel the smirk on his face.
His hands roam down to your shoulders and then to your waist. Within seconds he grips you tightly and lifts you onto your desk with ease. His lips don’t leave yours for a second as he rips apart the buttons at the front of your blouse. At this point your mind is blank, only filled with him and his hot touch. You don’t even consider why he’s doing what he’s doing. Perhaps he’s been secretly eyeing you as well. Maybe you’re just another easy fuck. Whatever his reasons may be, you don’t really care about. All you care about right now is having him pound all your troubles away.
While you’re too busy being lost in bliss, Minho is thinking. He’s scheming and plotting. He thinks to himself, “She’s the one”. He runs his plan through his mind. This is going to be the biggest job him and the boys have ever pulled off.
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kookie is too much sometimes- scratch that- all the time. buuuut tbh something i admire about both men, their thighs omllll 🥵😳 also low key want kookie to get a nose piercing bc it would look hot on him and joong needs a few tattoos 🥵🥵 ~joongie's anon
T H I G H S are the best thing in the world. And omg the piercings and tattoos would be so fucking hot. What kind of images are you putting in my head
awww Shinwon😝😝😝 well what if we were not in public and just in the house?
He would melt on the spot and his dick would be hard a mach speed. He's not going to complain. Maybe he'll give in a dick you down, or maybe he'll sit back and watch you get off on him
it's all good. did you sleep well? and uhh 😬 it's jungkook.... but i wouldn't necessarily say he's taking joong's place, he just also wants my attention 😅😅😅😅 ~joongie's anon
I slept okay. Woke up to a cat pouncing on my face 🤣 and kookie? Damn Hongjoong's a little jelly, but understands. Jungkook is just too sexc
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yess😍😍😍 I also wanna know how Shinwon would react if me and him would share a McDonald's meal (i'm sitting on his lap) and I rub my butt a bit on his crotch as he eats😏
Honestly the poor boy would freeze, not knowing what to do. He's always down for some teasing, but the two of you are in public. He would become so flustered
Yup😒 AP kinda sucks😝 And yeah, all I want right now is to cuddle Hongseok or Kino, or BOTH and receive kisses from them😣😣😣~
Bro cuddles sound so good right now. And they could only be the best at cuddling and making you feel warm and protected while giving you lots of affection
hyunjin’s thighs has been wrecking me lately, can you please write a thigh riding fic? thank you
bro hyunthighs……. HYUNTHIGHS…… i have so much to say about this like for real
nsfw // thigh riding
he uses his thighs as a weapon against you. like, imagine coming home from a long day of work. you’re tired, you’re stressed out and you’re also still mildly angry at one of your coworkers that you got in an argument with during a meeting because they refused to think things over even just once. and you’re all worked up and tense and it just melts away into neediness as soon as you see hyunjin sitting on the couch with those leather pants on. you know the ones. and his thighs look delicious.
so you know. you drop your coat by the door. you kick off your shoes. make your way over to him. greet him by sitting on his lap. and being the sweetheart he is, of course at first he doesn’t realize you have an ulterior motive for that move, so he just sweetly holds your head in his hands and starts pecking your face all over, because what he does notice is the neediness love in your eyes, and he wants to return it, duh!
and sure, it cheers you up a bit, so you giggle, which makes him giggle. unfortunately for you, when he giggles he doesn’t just make that sound, no way, he uses his whole body. meaning he tenses up that godly thigh of his, right under where you’re sat. and then he notices the change in your face, and realizes your plan. you know he does because he pulled the biggest smirk ever out of nowhere and plastered it all over his face.
“you like my outfit?” he mumbles ever so lowly, his lips just grazing your ear, your hair in his hands.
“hm-mmm,” is all you can bring out, really. he’s driving you crazy and he knows it, and you know very well that he’s aware of it now. mainly because he’s flexing under you again, just to have some fun with riling you up a bit more.
“anything you wanna say to me?” he mumbles, lips ghosting over yours. he’s such a tease man he wont even kiss you. “you know what i want.”
he chuckles lowly. “then take what you want.” another flex of that muscle under you, and he’s sending you over the edge before you’ve even started anything.
so now here you are, grinding down on this man’s thigh as if your life is depending on it, and he’s just so casual about it. like, he’s just on the couch, his arms spread out over the backrest, not guiding you or even touching you, just enjoying the view… the view being you wrecking yourself on his thigh, of course. he lets out the lowest, dirtiest moans that have ever graced the earth, i know he gets vocal as hell when you ride his thigh i just know it. he lets his head fall back, and just completely relaxes into the feeling of you on him, only ever moving every once in a while to flex his thigh or bounce his leg up and down for a moment.
and while he’s having his fun there, you’re coming undone right there on his thigh, barely even able to hold yourself up because man he drives you crazy. and he feels so good. and of course his hands will then land on your waist to steady you, later moving to your hips to ride you through your high. and when you’re done and let yourself fall onto his chest, he just strokes your hair softly and kisses your head as he holds you. and also very softly whispers into your ear that that won’t be your last orgasm of the day. hyunjin and his thighs are evil.
BONUS
(IS HE INSANE?!?! put those things away before i go nuts!!!)
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aww thank you so much!! you deserve all the love and support in the world!! you're important! remember to take breaks to eat and drink water!!!!! anyways um... i think hongjoong is going to kill me... 😬😳
Thank you! I try to as much as I can <3 as in "he's so fucking hot" he's going to kill me, or "I'm simping over another man" he's going to kill me? 🤔
aww, don't stress out too much hun!! 💜✨ i'm always here if you wanna talk :) i'm actually doing great!! i got a new job, broke up with my bf (bc i need to focus on myself), and i feel like things are finally looking up for me ~joongie's anon
That's great! I'm happy that you're feeling good and taking time for yourself (that's always important!) It’s what you deserve 😤❤❤ I only wish you the best and lots of love
Hi baby! Sorry I responded so late 😅 you see, I did the old fliparoo. I said I was back, and then immediately disappeared off earth again. I hate school so much lol. I've been doing okay, just a little stressed from all the work. How are you?
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Your thighs sting from the rope wrapped around your legs, holding them securely on either side of you. Mascara smudged down your cheeks, though you weren’t even sure when the tears slipped out of your eyes in the last three rounds your boyfriend put you through.
The burn of Jisung’s hand clutching your throat helped numb some of the discomfort, letting you focus on the stretch of his girth pushing into you.
“You’re still holding on tight after cumming three times, baby?” He didn’t really expect you to answer when his fist barely allowed air to reach your lungs. “You’re such a cute cock addict.” Jisung punctuated every word with a lazy, deep push against your hips and the room echoed with your exhausted sighs.
“Han…” Even with the brutal force of his thrusts your whispers catch his attention as he leans closer to listen to you, meeting your eyes in the low light. “Han, can you please fill me up?”
Yellow streetlight from your open window cast his silhouette in a warm glow, hitting him like a halo above you. And why would he ever deny you when you whimper under him, each breath at his control and begging for him to use you?
“Fuck, you want me to cum inside you?” His fingers detached from your neck to steady himself against the bed frame. “Tell me who fucks you this good? Who does this little whore belong to?”
Teeth grazed sharply against your collarbone with the first gasp of his name leaving your lips, ravaging the fragile skin into a delicate bruise as your whimpers grew restless and his own breathing staggered and you knew he was close to his release. Tensing his arms with warm breath on you cheek, Jisung hit against you harshly, headboard creaking against the wall in time with your high. The sticky, hot feeling in your stomach peaked when his thumb massaged your clit in slow circles, deliberately dragging out the move just enough to make your eyes water.
“Look how well you ride me, baby. So messy and you still tremble whenever I touch you.”
Jisung’s phone flash distracted you only for the millisecond it takes to realise he photographed the way you pathetically cling around him, crying out for every flick of his hand as he emptied into you.
In the silence of the aftermath, where the only thing breaking your peace was your own panting, Jisung fell face first into your shoulder after removing your binds with practiced delicacy. He settled on top of your chest, hair brushing your nose as you weave your fingers through sweaty hair before propping himself up in his elbows above you.
You thought he was going to speak, but he dropped a chaste kiss on your forehead before even opening his mouth, and your own lips curled into a content smile.
“I love you.”
How easily the words fall from his mouth, so fragile in contrast to the last hours he spent in frigid command. His forehead bumps against yours as his eyes flutter shut, finding his breath. “Thank you for trusting me, with this.”
Your mind was already hazed over with sleep as he spoke, but he didn’t seem to mind, detangling himself from you to reach the stack of towels and soothing cream by the mattress. The first time he fucked you so harshly, your legs throbbed too much to even think of standing, so your sweetheart accepted the duty of carrying you to the bath and delicately rinsing you clean. Since then he’d started a habit of storing warm towels just in case, along a packet of soothing wet wipes and antiseptic within an arm’s reach.
“Do you need anything, baby?” Jisung’s warm hands weaved through your hair, relaxing the leftover tensions and cramps in your shoulders from where the ropes held you. “Or do you just want to sleep?”
It was adorable, hearing the contrast in his voice when he muttered the nickname to you again. Moments ago it degraded you, mocking your whimpers and pleas, but when the switch flipped there was no sweeter sound than your name on his lips.
“Let’s just sleep, I have work early.”
His right hand grazed over your hip, remnants of his finger tip-shaped bruises scattered across your curves when you tilted your head upward to kiss the tip of his nose. Jisung was already used to your sleepy state since the first time you tried something beyond vanilla love making, and you both easily fell into a pattern of aftercare ending with his head on your chest as you brushed your finger down the bridge of his nose as soon as he finished taking care of you and any uncomfortable stickiness.
Jisung’s arms coiled securely around your waist, trapping you in his hold with his cheek against your shoulder.
The tuffs of his hair tickled your chin when he settled into the space between your collarbone and chest, and you smoothed down the strands with a gentle hand as to not disturb him more.
You have no idea when this little game started between you and Jisung, but you had never expected it to turn into this.
Jisung’s moans flood your headphones when he facetime’s you, the clear view of him palming himself through his jeans being a treat to your eyes.
“Aren’t you supposed to be working with Bin and Chan?”
He just hums, his hips bucking slightly into his touch.
“They went to get food.”
You turn away for a second to check that no one is around and when you turn back, he has his hand wrapped around his length, your mouth watering thinking about having him to yourself.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, Jisung. It’s not right.”
Of course, he doesn’t care. He freely let’s your name flow from his mouth between moans, his voice falling to a whisper when he registers how little time he has left.
“Wish it was your hands. They’re so soft and pretty. Would feel so much better around my cock.”
Your own moan sneaks out and you can hear footsteps approach, Jisung already tugging his pants up with a cheeky smirk playing on his face just as the other two boys walk in.
“Thanks for giving me your opinion! I’ll call you later.”
