#jonggi

He goes on a JOURNEY 😭😭

Jongho had to remind himself he’s still on stage…

Yunho and Jongho next day:

1.8k words -> top mingi, bottom jongho

“Fuck!” Mingi exclaims suddenly, pulling his headphones off and leaning forward with his head in his hands. The sudden action snaps Jongho out of his focus, and he bookmarks the page of the book he’s reading and sets it aside on his nightstand.

“What happened, Hyung?” Jongho asks, turning to look at Mingi in bed next to him, his laptop open on his legs.

“These lyrics, I just- nothing seems right.” Mingi says, sighing into his hands. He rubs his face briefly and groans, leaning back against the headboard and shutting his laptop. “I told Hongjoong-hyung I’d have my lyrics ready by Thursday. That’s in two days, and I still have nothing.”

Jongho sighed, moving closer to Mingi in bed.

“You need to relax. You’re tense, I can hear it in your voice and I can see it on your face.” Jongho said, reaching over to take Mingi’s laptop and headphones, leaning further to set them on his nightstand. “Take a break.”

“I won’t get them done in time.” Mingi replied, turning to look at Jongho.

“Well that’s too bad, but your health is more important, and I think the best thing for your health right now is to put the computer down and let your boyfriend help you relax, hm?” Jongho suggested, leaning closer to Mingi.

Mingi knew he was right — that he had been working himself too hard recently. And he also knew that he hadn’t really had a chance to do much more than sleep and eat with Jongho these past few weeks. He closed the distance between the two of them, bringing his hands up to Jongho’s face and holding him gently as he pressed their lips together.

There was a tension between the two of them that had been building more than usual across the last few weeks, while they’d both been so busy, and it was obvious in the way they kissed each other. Mingi already felt like he was able to let go a little more, some of the pressure coming off his shoulders as he moved in tandem with Jongho.

Mingi was shirtless, having already gotten ready for bed, as did Jongho, but he was wearing a simple black t-shirt. Mingi trailed his hands under Jongho’s shirt, gently squeezing the soft skin of his sides. Jongho’s hands stayed on Mingi’s neck, keeping him still as they kissed. 

“Take it off.” Jongho demanded, pulling back from the kiss for a minute.

Mingi listened, tugging at the hem of Jongho’s shirt and pulling it up slowly, breaking the kiss to bring it over Jongho’s head. Jongho chuckled slightly at Mingi’s eagerness.

“You’re desperate.” He said, his eyes locking onto Mingi’s.

“Didn’t realize how bad I missed this.” Mingi replied, leaning back in to press his lips to Jongho’s again, but Jongho put a hand on his chest, stopping him.

“I knew you did.” Jongho put his hands on Mingi’s shoulders, sitting up and switching their positions so he could straddle Mingi on the bed. Mingi put his hands on Jongho’s waist, as Jongho leaned down to kiss Mingi again, grinding against him as he did. Mingi let out a small whine into Jongho’s mouth, his hips rocking up briefly to meet Jongho’s.

“I want to fuck you.” Mingi admitted, running his hands over Jongho’s skin.

“Let me think about it. Maybe in a bit.” Jongho said, sliding down between Mingi’s legs, pushing them apart. He gently placed a hand over the bulge in Mingi’s boxers, feeling him — already half-hard — through the fabric.

“Oh, you did need this bad. Touched you once and you’re already hard.” Jongho said, still tracing teasing fingers over Mingi’s boxers. Mingi squirmed under his light touch, his hips pressing up for more friction.

“Jongho, please.” Mingi asked, his fingers already tangled in their bedsheets.

“Please what, Hyung?” 

“Please just… just touch me already. Actually touch me. Not through my clothes.” Mingi pleaded, his legs already shaky.

“You want me to help you?” Jongho teased, brushing his fingers up Mingi’s thigh. “Do you think you deserve it, bun?”

Mingi let out another small whine at the nickname, laying back against his pillow.

“You were the one that said I needed to relax. So help me relax. Please.” Mingi begged again, his voice coming out breathier. Jongho cupped the bulge in his boxers again, fully hard now, and he squeezed gently, pulling a low groan out of Mingi.

“Does that feel good, bun?” Jongho asked, touching him over the fabric of his underwear. Mingi replied with a nod, his eyes shut. 

“I bet you want more though, don’t you?” Jongho hooked his fingers into the waistband of Mingi’s boxers, tugging them down and freeing Mingi’s cock. He was leaking an obscene amount of pre cum, dripping down his cock and soaking the fabric of his boxers. Jongho leaned down, gently licking the tip of Mingi’s cock, tasting him.

Mingi’s hand shot instinctively to the back of Jongho’s head, running his fingers through Jongho’s hair, while restraining himself from trying to push further into Jongho’s mouth.

Jongho could tell he was holding back, but still he moved painfully slowly, switching from swirling his tongue teasingly around the tip of Mingi’s cock to licking slow stripes up the side. Mingi moaned under him, his legs trembling, his head thrown back.

After a few minutes of the teasing, Jongho pulled off of Mingi’s cock, sitting up between his legs. He reached down, replacing his mouth with his hand, giving Mingi a few careful strokes, his body tensing.

“Are you close already, hyung? I just started.” Jongho asked, the corners of his lips curling up into a small smirk. Mingi’s face scrunched, and he nodded, taking on an expression of obvious embarrassment.

“You don’t have to wait. I know you need it.” Jongho said, but he didn’t speed up his strokes, he just kept going at the same painfully slow pace. Mingi came anyway, his mouth dropping open in a gasp, before a whine tore out of him, his body convulsed ever so slightly, as thick ropes of cum spurted out of his cock, coating Jongho’s fingers, as well as his own stomach and thighs, the creamy substance dripping between his legs.

Jongho didn’t stop. He kept a hand around Mingi’s cock as he leaned down again, this time licking up the cum that had landed on his inner thighs, Mingi twitching from the contact on his sensitive skin. Jongho’s tongue worked its way over his legs and up to his tummy, licking him clean there too, before finally taking his hand off of Mingi’s cock and making a show of licking his fingers clean. When he finished, he climbed away from Mingi, crawling across the bed to open his nightstand drawer and pull out a bottle of lube. Then he crawled back over to Mingi, settling between his legs again.

“I’m gonna stretch myself out and I want you to watch and get nice and hard for me again, okay? Then I’m gonna switch places with you and I want you to fuck me real good, can you do that?” Jongho asked, opening the bottle of lube and pouring a good amount onto his fingers.

“Yes. I can- ah- I can do that.” Mingi replied, propping himself up on his pillows so he could watch Jongho more easily as he brought his fingers to his rim, pressing one in slowly, sinking it to his last knuckle with a gasp.

“Mmh- you’re gonna fill me up so well, hyung. You always do.” Jongho said breathily, slipping his finger out and back in again, exhaling softly each time. His actions made Mingi’s heart race again as he watched, Jongho’s expressions sending a heat back through him.

“Fuck.” Mingi exhaled, his eyes never leaving Jongho as he worked himself open. When he added another finger, he let out another loud groan, using his fingers to scissor himself open. 

He pulled them out with an obscene pop and looked back at Mingi again.

“Come on, bun.” Jongho said, and Mingi leaned up, moving to allow Jongho to lay in his place as he knelt on the bed, just between Jongho’s legs. Mingi lifted them, resting them on top of his thighs and lining himself up with Jongho’s entrance. He was already extremely sensitive, and the fact that he’d came once before didn’t help make it any better, so as he pushed into Jongho’s tight hole, he let out a loud whimper, and he was grateful that he was kneeling comfortably on the bed or else his legs might’ve given out.

Jongho let out a loud moan at the intrusion as well, his fingers curling into the sheets.

“Fuck, that feels good. Do you feel it, hyung? The way you’re stretching me open? Keep going just like that.” Jongho said, pushing his hips forward slightly to meet Mingi’s. Mingi nodded, leaning down to brace himself with his hands on the bed, before pulling out until just the very tip of his cock was still in Jongho, and then pushing in again, a moan ripping out of him and Jongho.

“That’s it. That’s good. Don’t you wanna make me feel good?” 

Mingi nodded again, his breaths too shaky for him to speak coherently, his hips already moving at a messy pace as he pounded into Jongho, hitting his prostate over and over again, pulling an array of sounds out of Jongho with each impact.

“Jjongie, i-it’s too much, I can’t keep going.” Mingi whined, his pace slowly down as his body started to tremble, the sensitivity catching up to him.

“You can’t stop. You keep going until I tell you.” Jongho replied, reaching up to tuck a strand of Mingi’s air behind his ear.

“Hhnngh,” was all Mingi could manage, his mind starting to go fuzzy as he tried to speed up to his previous pace again. 

Jongho noticed the way he was behaving, and he knew it was because he was starting to reach the edge again, so he reached up, holding Mingi’s biceps, giving a reassuring squeeze.

“Just a little longer… whenever you’re ready.” He said, leaning back, letting his head sink into his pillows. Once he gave permission, Mingi came almost immediately, burying himself deep inside of Jongho and filling him with his load. Jongho wrapped a hand around his own cock, giving a few strokes before spilling onto his stomach, still full of Mingi.

They stayed still for a moment before Mingi pulled out, collapsing on the bed next to Jongho, his face warm and flushed, his hair messy, covered in sweat, and Jongho could tell he was exhausted. Mingi didn’t say anything, he just laid quietly, staring up at the ceiling.

“Maybe now you’ll be able to write those lyrics, hm?” Jongho suggested, leaning over to give Mingi a small kiss on the forehead and then laying down next to him again.

Welcome lovely to day 14th kinktober

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In the heart of Seoul, nestled between the towering skyscrapers and the bustling streets, was a penthouse suite that was anything but ordinary. This was the playground of Mingi and Jongho, two men known for their insatiable desires and dominant nature. Tonight, they had invited a special guest, a submissive known only as Y/n.

Y/n had been intrigued by the invitation, her heart pounding with anticipation as she stepped into the elevator, her body already tingling with the promise of what was to come. She was no stranger to kink, but she knew that Mingi and Jongho were a different breed altogether.

As she entered the suite, she was greeted by the sight of Mingi and Jongho, both shirtless, their toned bodies glistening with a light sheen of sweat. The air was thick with the scent of their cologne, a heady mix of musk and leather that sent a shiver down Y/n's spine.

Mingi, with his sharp eyes and chiseled jaw, was the first to approach her. His hands were on her waist, pulling her close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You're ours tonight."

Jongho, with his tousled hair and smoldering gaze, was next. His hands found their way to her thighs, his fingers tracing the hem of her skirt. "And we're going to make sure you never forget it," he added, his voice low and husky.

Y/n could feel her heart racing, her breath hitching in her throat. She was already wet, her panties soaked with her arousal. She knew she was in for a wild ride.

Mingi's hands were on her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. Jongho, meanwhile, had slipped his hand under her skirt, his fingers teasing her clit through her panties. Y/n moaned, her body trembling with desire.

"Fuck, you're so wet," Jongho groaned, his fingers slipping inside her panties. He began to rub her clit, his movements slow and deliberate. Mingi, meanwhile, had pulled down the straps of her dress, his lips closing around her nipple.

Y/n was in heaven, her body writhing under their touch. She could feel her orgasm building, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Please," she begged, her voice barely a whisper.

Mingi looked up, his eyes meeting hers. "Please what?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement.

"Please... I need to come," Y/n moaned, her body trembling with need.

Mingi and Jongho exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with lust. "Not yet," Mingi said, his voice firm. "We're not done with you yet."

With that, they led her to the bedroom, their hands never leaving her body. They laid her down on the bed, their bodies pressing against hers. Y/n could feel their hard dicks against her, their desire evident.

Mingi was the first to enter her, his dick sliding into her wet pussy with ease. Y/n moaned, her body arching off the bed. Jongho, meanwhile, was teasing her nipples, his fingers pinching and pulling at the sensitive buds.

Mingi began to thrust, his movements slow and deep. Y/n could feel every inch of him, her pussy clenching around his dick. Jongho, meanwhile, had moved down her body, his tongue tracing a path down her stomach.

Y/n gasped as Jongho's tongue found her clit, his movements matching Mingi's thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, her body trembling with pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Fuck, I'm going to come," Y/n moaned, her body trembling with need.

Mingi and Jongho exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with lust. "Come for us," Mingi groaned, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent.

Y/n screamed as her orgasm washed over her, her body convulsing with pleasure. Mingi and Jongho followed soon after, their bodies shuddering with release.

As they lay in bed, their bodies entwined, Y/n knew that this was a night she would never forget. She had been dominated, controlled, and pleasured in a way she had never experienced before. And she knew that she would be back for more.

Mingi and Jongho, meanwhile, exchanged a satisfied glance. They had found a new plaything, a submissive who could handle their desires. And they knew that this was only the beginning.

As the night wore on, they explored each other's bodies, their desires fueling their actions. They rode thighs, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time. They teased and pleasured each other, their moans and gasps filling the room.